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Episode 56 Transcript: Would a Bad Person Do This?

[intro guitar music]

G: Hello! My name is Grey.

C: And my name is Crystal.

G: And this is Busty Asian Beauties, the Supernatural commentary podcast, where I, someone who has seen this show several times…

C: And I, someone who only knows the show through social media, discuss every single episode of Supernatural from start to finish. Also, we are both Asian

G: Both Asian! For today's episode, we will be discussing Season 3, Episode 12: “Jus in Bello,” written by Sera Gamble, directed by Philip Sgriccia.

C: We sure are. [G laughs] Yeah.

G: We sure are discussing this episode. Okay, before we start, what did you think about it, blah blah blah blah blah?

C: Well, what I knew about it before going in was that this was generally considered one of the best season 3 episodes. I knew that it took place in a police station, and they would all be besieged by a demon attack, and Sam and Dean eventually get everyone to believe in demons and cooperate with them. I know Henriksen is there, but that he dies. I knew that at some point he got drowned in a toilet. I thought that that was maybe how he died, but it was not, thankfully. [G laughs] God, can you fucking imagine? I knew that Ruby would show up and say that in order to save everyone, they need to sacrifice a virgin, and that that virgin's name would be Nancy Fitzgerald, and that she would look Asian, but we found out she is not Asian.

G: Yeah.

C: And she is the secretary of the police station.

G: How did you know this?

C: How did I know that part?

G: Yeah.

C: Probably just like, during the like, Supernatural of Color events, you know? Nancy’s there.

G: Nancy Fitzgerald? Yeah! I suppose the actress is Latina, right?

C: Latina, yeah. So she's showed up in some of the events. So I know-

G: I really was like- 'cause you know how Filipinos look. We all look very different from each other. We could look East Asian, we could look, you know. We could look- I don't know. I don't even know. We just all look different. So I was like, in my heart, I was like, betting that Nancy was Filipino. I was like, "You know what, girl? You could be one of us. Who knows?" [C laughs]

C: Honorary.

G: But you know, fortunately, I am willing to accept her in my heart as a Filipino. [both laughing] She's one of us now. I have claimed her.

C: Yeah. Oh, and I also knew that they exorcise a bunch of demons over the intercom because I think about that often when I think about what the rules of how exorcisms work. [G laughing]

G: Aren't you the one who said like, we should just have a radio station on that plays the exorcism all the time?

C: Yeah, just over and over.

G: Is that you? Yeah.

C: Yeah, you can just tune into it whenever.

G: Yeah, exactly.

C: Yeah. I don't get it. It should- if it became a TikTok sound, then everyone would be safe for the rest of their lives.

G: Literally! Yeah.

C: So that's what I knew before the episode.

G: Yeah. But like, what did you think about the episode?

C: I think, for context- like, guys, remember when we disappeared for a month? [G laughs] So this is the first recording we've had in a month.

G: Yeah.

C: So I haven't watched Supernatural in a month, so I feel like I no longer know how to approach Supernatural anymore. I feel like the whole time I was watching it, like, each new thing that came up, I was just like, “Well, this may as well happen. Okay.” [both laugh]

G: Yeah, this may as well happen. That's for real.

C: Yeah. I guess I don't see why this episode is so beloved because it was just, things happened, and I looked at them, and they were happening. But, you know, maybe they were good. I don't know.

G: Yeah. I was honestly surprised that Sam [laughing] to was in this episode.

C: I know! [laughing] Sam literally so to was in this episode.

G: Like, every single time Dean would speak, and they would pan to Sam, I would be like, "Speak up, buddy! Speak up! Open your mouth! Say 'ahh'!" And then he would never. [C laughing]

C: Yeah. I don't get it, but I guess all of them-

G: Sera Gamble hates Sam.

C: Yeah, Sera Gamble hates Sam. And also, I feel like in all the cop ones, Dean gets a bigger role because they're like, “Oh, here's his time to make all these snarky comments, and be sooo cool! And since Sam is incapable of being funny, like [both laughing], let's just put him in the corner and don't let him speak.”

G: [laughing] Sam is literally incapable of being funny! That's so true. Sorry, Sam Winchester.

C: Sorry, Sam!

G: You do not have the je ne sais quoi of funniness.

C: Yeah. I just can't believe that, like, "lawboy" is one of his most well-known traits, and he never gets to exercise any of that when they're in police-related situations.

G: Yeah, well, he was pre-law.

C: Yeah, you're right. [laughing] He was pre-law. [G laughs]

G: I know nothing about anything about the law, and I am also pre-law, so.

C: Right. That's true.

G: Sam and I are the same.

C: Yeah. Congratulations.

G: Yeah. Well, let's start the episode.

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G: First of all, we have a “Then” sequence that lasts for so long.

C: For fucking ever. And all really does is tell you how much time they spend in each episode shouting exposition at you.

G: Yeah.

C: It's just a compilation of exposition.

G: Oh, I was also gonna say, I thought Bela was gonna be more prominent this episode. For some reason, I thought that. But apparently not.

C: Yeah. I didn't know she would be relevant, but she was in the “Then” sequence a bit.

G: Yeah, she was in the “Then” sequence. And also, like, when the "Then" sequence was playing, I was like, "I should probably-" maybe I should delete this, but like, I was like- where I watch Supernatural [laughing], you can't really skip around, because if you do, ads will pop up. [both laughing] [G screams]

C: [laughing] You know how legal websites have pop-up ads when you click different places on the screen?

G: [laughing] It's not my fault that Supernatural is not in Filipino Netflix, okay? It's literally not my fault.

C: This is my first time that I watched it on Netflix. [G laughing] And by that, of course, I mean I've watched it on Netflix every single time. [both laugh] But perhaps, if that wasn't true, this is the first time I watched on Netflix. Because my suitemates wanted to watch with me, but one of them had COVID, so we did via Netflix party.

G: Yeah, mm-hm. How was that experience? Was it truly- did it make Supernatural better?

C: Watching it on Netflix? No.

G: No? Unfortunate.

C: Or watching it with friends? A little bit better.

G: Yeah.

C: Like, at least everyone was like, “This is the stupidest shit I've ever seen.”

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G: So we begin the episode with Sam and Dean going into a motel room, and it's so intense. They're hunting Bela down. And I was like, “Fascinating that our last episode was ‘Mystery Spot,’ and they discussed Bela a little bit there, but with no real sense of urgency.”

C: Yeah!

G: So the fact that they are here now, and they're like, [stressed] “Oh, we're sneaking into her room. We have guns up" and blah blah blah blah. I was like, “Well, that's so urgent. At least they have realized their priorities in the middle of 'Mystery Spot' and 'Jus in Bello.'"

C: I think it's 'cause this was originally supposed to be before “Mystery Spot,” so the trying to find the Colt thing was going to be more continuous.

G: Oh! Yeah, I got it.

C: 'Cause this is when writer's strike started really affecting the writing and the ordering of the episodes.

G: Yeah. So, where did you learn that information?

C: From like, the wiki?

G: The wiki.

C: There's a page on the writer’s strike.

G: We should probably read the wiki more. [laughs] Yeah, I mean, should we? Maybe you should do it, and then I won't. And then you can share the information. [laughs] Wow, I'm putting all the burden of pre-reading to you. I'm so sorry.

C: Of course. Sounds good.

G: Yeah. Anyway, they enter. And there's like, wigs and stuff. Like, terrible wigs, too. These are not human hair or whatever good wigs are made out of.

C: Yeah, she can afford like, virgin hair wigs. Like, she's allowed to. She has the money. I don't get it. Also, I think there were blue jeans in one of her cabinets. In what world would Bela wear blue jeans? I guess for a disguise, maybe?

G: Yeah, maybe.

C: Maybe.

G: And then, you know, the phone rings. Dean picks it up. It's Bela! And Bela's like, "Oh-" they're kind of flirting is the situation, I feel like.

C: Yeah, a little.

G: Yeah, Bela's like, "Oh, what happened to your banter? I miss it." And Dean's like [intense], "I want the Colt back. I- [frustrated sounds]." [C laughs] And Dean is like, “You're such a terrible person. You're gonna sell it to the highest bidder. What's wrong with you?" And Bela's like, “You don't even know me.”

C: I love the Bela setups! I love that we don't know about her demon deal until later. Agh. I love her so much.

G: Yeah! And Dean is like, “I know I'm going to stop you,” and Bela goes, “Well-" What's that? "Well, that's tough words for a guy who can't even find me.” And Dean’s like, “We'll find you, alright,” and then Bela releases the information that she prepared for them. Like, basically, she trapped them in that room. She, like, set them up so that they can be... dun-dun-dun-dun-dun... caught by the police.

C: Yep.

G: And at which point the police enters, and they get- they make Sam and Dean go on their knees and on the ground and stuff. And somebody enters. Victor Henriksen gets the foot up POV [both laughing]. And I love that! Love that.

C: Yeah. He's looking good. Good for him.

G: Good for him. He goes in, and Sam and Dean look up, and they're like, "Oh my god, it's Henriksen." That's how our- What do you call this? Preview? [both] Cold open?

That's how our cold open ends.

C: Yup.

So what are your thoughts on Bela calling the cops on them? I feel like the only time that the cops have been called on hunters before was when Sam called the cops on Gordon, right?

G: Yeah, yeah. I think it's below the belt.

C: Yeah, it's a little mean. It wasn't cool of you, Bela.

G: It's mean!

C: That was mean.

G: I mean, they saved her life. [both laugh] I think maybe, maybe she's thinking, like, "They can get out of it. This is just to delay them."

C: Yeah.

G: But she must know about Henriksen.

C: I don't know if she does know about Henriksen.

G: Yeah. They never sat down and had beer together and talked about their FBI watchlist status.

C: Yeah. Though, I mean, she probably did background research on them, so she might know already. But yeah, it seemed like the way that she was phrasing this, she just saw this as a delay, not necessarily a way to kill them.

G: Yeah.

C: Because they would probably end up getting death penaltied in the worst case scenario, right? But yeah, I mean also- but also Dean has in the past- Every time Bela has pissed Dean off, he tells her, like, “I'm seriously after this going to track you down and murder you.” So maybe at this point, Bela was like, “Me taking the Colt in order to save my life from my demon deal, like, I need that. And I think that Dean is not going to forgive me for that one. So maybe I do need to put him down.”

G: Yeah, maybe.

C: Maybe. But yeah, it's kind of mean!

G: I think it's a bit much.

C: It's kind of mean.

G: It's mean! They're gonna be- Like, if it happened the way Henriksen wanted it to happen, they would have been in solitary for like, forever.

C: Yeah.

G: It's just- that's mean. [both laughing]

C: Not very nice!

G: That's all I have to say about solitary. [both, in mocking voices] It's not nice!

C: Oh, god, yeah. But also, I do feel like this trick should be used more often. I feel like the next time they're after a werewolf, the werewolf should just call the cops on them. [laughs] Like, I don't see why this isn't a weapon that's used against them more often. [G laughs]

G: No, exactly. The werewolves are allowed to call the cops on Sam and Dean. That's my hot take.

C: Yeah. Yeah. Like, that's fine.

G: But Bela? No.

C: Bela, it's a bit much. Because her life isn't being actively threatened by them quite yet.

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C: So we cut to the police station, and we're in like, cop show mode again where Henriksen is talking to the local sheriffs and prepping the cells for Sam and Dean. We find out that this is a really small town, and they only have like four cops, and they have one person in the holding cells who's a man who is arrested for being drunk in public. So Henriksen releases the guy in order to make room for Sam and Dean. And yeah, we find out that a tip was called in. So yeah, Bela called in an anonymous tip to trap them in there. So fun. And the sheriff guy tells Henriksen, “This ain’t my first rodeo,” and Henriksen says, [both laughing] “You've never been to a rodeo like this before.” It's just the-

G: Why is it so funny?

C: I don't know! It's just such a stupid line! [both laugh]

G: Yeah.

C: Ah, god. Right. And Henriksen starts going on about how dangerous they all are- well, Sam and Dean are. He calls them “Hannibal Lecter and his half-wit little brother.”

G: Sam is- what is-? Yeah.

C: Like, he thinks that Dean's the smart one.

G: Yeah! That's mean.

C: But yeah, yeah. First, I mean, yeah, he's being ableist and shitty. But also, this is the first guy who thinks Dean's the smart one, right?

G: [laughs] Yeah.

C: Which is interesting.

G: He's blinded by Dean's snarkiness.

C: Yeah.

G: Maybe because every single time they show up, like, Dean is the one he talks to, right?

C: Yeah, that's true.

G: So maybe he thinks Dean is the brains of the operation because of that, and Sam is just- Didn't he have the perspective, like, every single time Sam and Dean get caught, the person who catches them has the perspective that Sam is just the like, unwilling someone who follows Dean.

C: That's true.

G: Like, just got influenced, that situation.

C: That's true.

G: So he does think of Sam that way.

C: [mocking] Oh, he's a good guy because he went to college. So.

G: [mocking] He was in Stanford!

C: [mocking] Yeah, so he could not do bad things on purpose. [normal voice] So yeah, I guess so. He calls them like, "Satan-worshiping nutbag killers." And the secretary, Nancy Fitzgerald, sort of starts like, rubbing her cross necklace at this. [laughs] Like, she's clearly very afraid at the idea of these evil Satanists coming into her police station.

G: Yeah.

C: And yeah, Henriksen eventually gets the local cops to cooperate, and he has Sam and Dean brought in. They're handcuffed, and they're also like, chained together at the feet.

G: Yeah.

C: What's the point of that?

G: So they can't run.

C: I mean, like, they could totally like, three-legged race their way out of this. [G laughs]

G: Just like, counting like, "1-2 1-2!"

C: Yeah, exactly. Right. And yeah, they're in. Dean's being snarky per usual. Nancy is afraid of them. She's rubbing her rosary. And Dean tells her, “We're not the ones you should be scared of, Nancy.” I- what is the point? Why? Why is he talking to her?

G: Yeah.

C: Leave her alone.

G: Leave her alone. And later, he like, I don't know, hits on her or something.

C: [overlapping] Tries to hit on her?

G: Yeah! Stop it, Dean!

C: Stop it! Like, leave her the fuck alone.

G: [British accent] Stop it.

C: Stop it.

G: [British accent] Literally stop it.

C: Honestly, Sam- I'm more mad at Sam for like, how he treats Nancy this episode, though. [G laughs]

G: Yeah, he grabs her!

C: If you want the rosary, just fucking ask! Stop being a dick.

G: Get off your rosary-

C: Yeah, Sam and Dean are so unlikeable this episode. [G laughs]

G: I think maybe that's why I didn't enjoy it that much. I feel like there's not enough Sam and Dean- like, there's not enough them. You know what I mean? Like, they're there, but like, there's no emotional resonance for the characters. They don't get to speak their mind. Like, nothing happens. What even happens this episode.

C: Yeah. It's action, I think. It's just action.

G: Yeah.

C: Right, like, I know we complain every time they have their little [G laughs] “I'm so sad!” conversations in the Impala. But we need at least one an episode! [laughs]

G: Yeah, exactly. We need- You know that post that's like - I think it's a TikTok or a post or whatever, and like, at the beginning, it's like, "Supernatural starts. [deep voice] 'Dean, maybe we should talk about it.' [deep voice] 'No, Sam, we're not gonna talk about it. [C laughs]' Or- 'I'm not even upset.'" And then, like, the episode ends, and Dean is like, [deep voice] “Sam, I think we should talk about it. I think I am upset.” [C laughs] And Sam’s like, “Thank you for telling me, Dean.” We need that! We need that.

C: Yeah, exactly! That's the heart of Supernatural. [G laughs]

G: Exactly! So-

C: Yeah. Sad.

G: Sad!

C: But okay, I feel- They're so annoying. Because I feel like in the “Folsom Prison Blues” or whatever, like, there's also the one woman who's the like, public defender, and they also need to try soo hard to make sure that she thinks that they're like nice and fuckable or whatever. You know what I mean? Like, they just hate the idea of anyone thinking that they're not nice and cool, and they just really waste a lot of time, and like, the very little explanatory power that they have, just working on that. And it's annoying. Like, shut up.

G: Yeah. Like, for example, later, Sam asks for a towel. Just say "We need a towel because my brother got shot." He didn't have to say, like, [dramatically] “We’re the good guys.”

C: [laughing] "We're the good guys-" He says, “Look at us. We're not the bad guys.” [G screams] Like, what? What do you mean there, Sam? What are you trying to indicate?

G: [laughing] "Look at me!"

C: Are you trying to be like, racist and/or classist? I don't understand what you're going for.

G: [mocking] “Look at me!"

C: [mocking] "I’m like, white and young, and I'm so pretty. Like, I would never do anything wrong!” [laughs]

G: What if- He would be like, “Would a bad person do this?” And then he does a hair flip. Yeah. [C laughing]

C: Literally. God. I don't know what they think is intrinsic to their faces that makes it clear that they’re good people. [G laughing]

G: Yeah. I think they do this once before with the woman who was like- "My necklace!" Right?

C: Yeah, Dean was like, "Look at my eyes! You can tell-"

G: Yeah! No, the public defender, yeah.

C: Yeah.

G: It was the public defender. "Look into my eyes and tell me." Yeah.

C: Yeah. “Look into my beautiful, long lashes. Would I ever lie to you?” [laughs] I don't understand.

G: Yeah.

C: Yeah. So they're shoved into their prison cell, and Dean almost trips Sam by like, going in the opposite direction as him, and there's the chains. So they do some like, really long shuffle thing [both laugh] to try to sit down.

G: [laughing] It's so bad! Like, it's not even funny!

C: Yeah. And you know, they just sit in the throes of agony.

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G: Back outside, Henriksen is talking on the phone with like, some guy. His boss, I presume. And he's saying like, “We're gonna have them in supermax by morning. We're gonna take a bus.” Did he say he's gonna take a bus? "Armored bus, loaded with men."

C: Yeah.

G: So that's different. That's not a bus. [laughing]

C: [laughing] Yeah, yeah.

G: I literally was sitting here like, "They're gonna put them in a bus?!" But yeah.

C: Yeah. Public transportation.

G: But they're gonna put them in an armored bus. Yeah. Steven is like, “No, fuck no. Let's send the chopper.” And-

C: He also makes a joke about how Henriksen’s headstone is gonna say, “Couldn't catch the Winchester boys.” And I guess that's semi-true.

G: And maybe it did.

C: Yeah, maybe it does say that.

G: Anyway, Henriksen hangs up, and they have this bit where it's like, “We don't have a helicopter pad! How is the chopper gonna go here?” And Henriksen goes, “We'll just make it land in the parking lot. Just clear the parking space.” Which I thought was funny. And also, could be like, when they're investigating it later, like, "Oh, the reason why it exploded is because they didn't have a helicopter pad, and they forced it anyway."

C: [laughs] Yeah.

G: Anyway, Henriksen goes into the cell where Sam and Dean are, but Sam’s literally not important in this scene. Literally, Sam does nothing.

C: Yeah, I literally wrote down, "Sam to is in this cell."

G: Yeah! It's so funny because, at least now, he is in the room. Because when we originated this joke, he was thrown into a bank vault, [C laughs] and literally like, nothing happens to him. But at least now, he's in the room. So we're getting increments of improvement.

C: Yeah, maybe next time he'll even talk!

G: Yeah, maybe next time he’ll say one sentence. [C laughs] Henriksen’s tells Dean, like, “You know what I'm trying to decide? I'm thinking about what I'm gonna have for dinner later. Maybe lobster, maybe a steak. Fuck. What if I get a surf and turf?” [both laughing] I love him, he's so stupid!

C: God, he's such a loser. [laughs]

G: Such a loser. And he says, like, “I have a lot to celebrate, because seeing you two in chains?” And Dean goes, “Ha. You kinky bastard. We don't swing that way.” And it’s like, “Ha ha ha ha ha." [laughs] That was my reaction. I was literally going [flatly], "Hahahahaha."

C: Yeah.

G: Yeah. And Dean is like, “Well, maybe don't bring out the butter yet. Because you remember how last time you couldn't catch us at the bank? You couldn't keep us in jail." And then Henriksen admits it that he screwed up back then, but he's ready now. “We are going to go to a super maximum prison in Nevada. You're gonna be isolated. Soundproof, windowless cell.” And he goes, like, “Between you and me, it's probably unconstitutional.”

C: Yeah, Jesus Christ.

G: And he says it with a huge grin on his face. Fun! That's so fun.

C: Yeah, love that. Yayy. I love the FBI. I've never had a problem with it.

G: Yeah, never had a problem with the FDI. [laughs] FDI? Well, that too.

Anyway, Dean’s smile falters, and Henriksen goes, [meanly/mocking Dean] “What happened to that smug smile, Dean?" Why am I doing this to Henriksen? [C laughs] Why am I putting this voice on for Henriksen? I'm so sorry, my dude. You die at the end of this episode.

C: Yeah. Also, Dean's smile, it specifically disappears when Henriksen says that he and Sam are never gonna see each other again.

G: He won't see Sam again! Yeah, yeah, yeah.

C: Aw.

G: I forgot about that. So sad. They would never see each other again.

C: Yeah.

G: And Dean insists still that Henriksen is wrong, and Henriksen is like, “Oh, yeah. Monsters Your dad brain-washed you, you know.” And he said, like, "Your dad touched you in a bad place." Does that mean what I think it means?

C: Yeah, no, it does mean what you think it means. I don't- that's not really a comment you should be making flippantly.

G: Yeah, but I think, like, Henriksen, at this point, thinks of Sam and Dean as less than human, so he thinks that this is something he should be allowed to say.

C: Yeah. Yeah.

G: [disappointedly] Henriksen...

C: [disapprovingly] Mm.

G: And Dean obviously gets upset at this, and Henriksen is like, “I don't care about your sob story, you know. Like, not everyone becomes a killer. So that's on you.” [laughs] True.

C: True.

G: He goes out, and the chopper is there, and Steven, the FBI agent he was talking to earlier, is also there and hands him like, bureaucracy papers. Just papers that he needs to sign. And he's like, “While you're signing all that, I'm gonna go and talk to the boys.”

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C: Yup. So he goes into that area and he introduces himself, and then he suddenly points, takes out his gun, and shoots Dean and the shoulder.

G: Yay! [laughs]

C: Yeah! [laughs]

G: We're so mean, we're so mean! [laughs]

C: And there's, you know, there's a whole scene where- Like, he shoots them- he's shooting at them through the the bars of the jail cell, and there's a fight scene where Sam, like, wrestles him through the cell bars and then eventually starts reciting an exorcism. And we get, you know, the world's best special effects [laughs] of Steven's head moving around rapidly and then the smoke leaving his body, and the gun falls from his hands inside of the cell. And Henriksen and some other random cop, who apparently has a name, they hear Steven, and they run in. And, you know, they all think that Sam and Dean got their hands on a gun or something and shot Steven, but you know, Sam tells them to check Steven’s body and see that there's no blood, and that is true. And apparently, Steven is like, dead, though. So this demon’s sort of just been piloting a dead body. Dean says that he's probably been dead for months, which means that this demon had to learn how to be an FBI agent for several months [both laughing] up until this point. I wanna watch that sitcom.

G: Yeah.

G: I mean, don't they have access to the memories and stuff?

C: That's true. But you still don't know what to do automatically, I think.

G: Yeah, I suppose.

C: Also, okay, if he's dead, if he's piloting a corpse, does he still have access to the memories?

G: Hm, that's true. Where do the memories reside? Is it just in the brain, or is it in some blah blah blah blah blah?

C: Well, I think cell memory is considered to maybe be a thing, but I don't think it's complex enough to teach you how to be an FBI agent. Maybe some muscle memory stuff would help, but besides that. [both] Yeah.

So Sam tells Henriksen that Steven was possessed, and Henriksen's like, “Yeah, that's bullshit. We're gonna fly you away on the helicopter now!” But then they find out from an officer outside that everyone in the parking lot has been slaughtered, including everyone in the helicopter. And there's like, a whole explosion thing, and the helicopter lights on fire, and the dead officers wake up possessed by demons and start trying to murder people. Fun stuff!

G: So back in the office, Melvin, the sheriff, is filling up his rifle. And Nancy is trying to connect to the Wi-Fi. [both laugh] That's so funny! She literally says, “The Wi-Fi- The Internet is down and the phone is down. How are they all down?” Love that for her.

C: Yeah.

G: Melvin, the sheriff, and like, the deputy, I suppose, are all very adamant that they need to get out of there. Meanwhile, Henriksen is like, “Have some sense, you guys! Like, this is a siege. They're gonna come in here. So the best we can do is lock the doors and make sure that they don't.” So the two cops are like, “Okay, fine. We'll follow your orders.” And Nancy is just standing there, terrified. So Henriksen and her have a little bonding moment where he tells her, “I'll take care of you, like, don't worry.” And Nancy's like, “Okay.”

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C: So yeah, after the Nancy moment, we're back to Sam and Dean's cell. Sam’s sort of trying to help patch Dean up, and Henriksen accuses them of getting backup to kill all those cops and bust them out. And Sam and Dean are like, “No, I prommy that's not the case! Like, the people out there are trying to hurt us too, and [valley girl] you should just let us out of this jail cell, and then we can save you. Yeah! From demons? Probably." [G laughs] And Henriksen is just like, “Shut the fuck up,” and leaves. Sam and Dean are terrible at convincing people of things. I don't see why they're always so insistent on going with the, “You have to believe us! There's demons!” route with someone for whom it really will not work. I feel like there are other techniques they could use to get what they want without sticking to their “demons are real” things.

G: It's weird because they also are so insistent of not saying- right?

C: Yeah.

G: Of being like, “We have to hide it from the civilians!”

C: Yeah, right.

G: And then, like, somebody is like, “I don't believe it.” And they're like, [whiny] "Why??" [both make various whiny sounds] "Why don't you believe me?"

C: For real.

G: And it's- what? Make up your mind.

C: Yeah, it's confusing

And Sam and Dean notice that Nancy is sort of in the corner, looking at them. And Sam decides that he's gonna be [G laughing] the most unlikeable man in the entire world. So he's like, talking to her in like, his ASMR voice, or whatever, probably, and he's like, [softly] “Hi! Oh, your name is Nancy, right? Hi, Nancy. Um, hey!”

G: Literally like a five-year-old. [C laughs]

C: Yeah. [baby-talk] “Aw, Nancy! Your mommy dressed you up so nice today! Can you get me a towel?” [both laugh] God.

G: Literally.

C: Yeah, “You're such a big girl now. Can you help me get a towel? Please?” He says, “Please, just one clean towel.” Like, god. Get over yourself!

G: He says, "Pwease."

C: "Pwease?"

G: "Pwease."

C: "Pwease." And then he does the whole fucking like, “Look at us! We're not the bad guys” thing. Ugh, I wish they both died in this episode.

G: [laughing] It's soo funny because they're like, “We're not the bad guys. Believe us.” And then he literally grabs her later and terrifies her to an inch of her life.

C: Yup.

G: Like, come on, dude.

C: Yeah. And Nancy comes back with the towel. And Sam's like, “Hey, it's okay. You can just give it to me inside of the like, cell. Just put your hands through the bars. I won't bite. I won't bite. I promise! [G laughing] I promise my teeth aren't sharp.”

G: "I prommy."

C: "I prommy!" Yeah. So like, there's this really slow scene where she like, gradually inches the towel inside and Sam’s doing a reassuring smile, and she does like, a smile back. And then he fucking grabs her by the wrist and yanks her like, right against the cell. [G screams] And she's like- yeah, and she's fucking screaming, obviously. And then a cop runs in with a gun and like, yells at Sam to let her go. Yeah. And, you know, she's not having a good time. And then they leave. And Sam reveals that he did all of that in order to get her rosary. He could have asked. What-? Okay, so the point of that is so that they can make holy water inside of the cell using the toilet and shit?

G: Yeah, yeah. Yes.

C: He could have asked. Like, she clearly is someone who would believe in demons. Like, they should have spent more time trying to convince her than Henriksen, ‘cause that one would have actually worked a little bit. But yeah. Whatever. He's a dick. They have a rosary now.

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G: So like, back in the cell- Well, they're still in the cell. [laughs] Sam and Dean are like trying to fix up Dean's wound, and they're complaining about how “This is all so pointless. We should be out there.” And Melvin, the sheriff, comes in and is like, “Okay, get up. We're gonna go leave.” And then Henriksen is like, “Why? Why are we gonna do that? Like, this is a bad idea.” And Melvin gets frustrated. And for a second, I think you're supposed to think that Melvin is possessed.

C: Right, and he's gonna take them out back and shoot them in the head like a lame horse.

G: Yeah. [laughs] Yeah. And then Henriksen pulls out a gun and shoots Melvin square in the forehead.

C: Whoop.

G: And Sam and Dean figure out that this guy is possessed! And they put him in the toilet, dunk his head, and start exorcising him. Why is the toilet necessary?

C: The rosary is in the toilet. It's like, for the holy water to-

G: No, I know. But like, why is the holy water necessary?

C: Yeah, I don't think it's necessary. They didn't do that with any of the other demons. They were just standing there, and it seemed like the exorcism- the pain of them being like, taken out of their bodies was sufficient. Like, they didn't need to do that.

G: Yeah. I think this was just to weaken him so that he can't fight back while they're doing the exorcism. Or, I think like, if we're gonna go like, "What was Supernatural's intention?" I think it's just to have a good shot of something.

C: Yeah. Yeah.

G: It's just to have- to be visually appealing. But I can't really think of a reason for it to happen inside the show.

C: Yeah.

G: They're just having fun. And it's like, even the rosary is unnecessary. 

C: Yeah, it really is.

G: You just scared the crap out of this Nancy.

C: But I don't know, they wanted the whole scene with Nancy? I don't get it.

G: Yeah. Why?

C: Yeah.

G: Literally, why?

C: They needed to fill up the 40 minutes. [laughs]

G: Yeah, but this one is a full 42.

C: Right. So we didn't need that. Oh, well.

G: They didn't need that. Yeah. And Henriksen, well, before he gets unpossessed, goes, “It's too late. I already called them. They're already coming.” And then he gets unpossessed. I don't know what to call that, even. The demon goes out of his body, I suppose. And Nancy asks, like, "Is he dead?" Which is the first time she's spoken in this episode.

C: Shit, really?

G: Yeah.

C: Oh my god, you're right. She's just been like, silently whimpering away-

G: Oh no, she said, like- she said, "The Internet is not connecting"! She said that

C: Oh yeah, she did say that. That's true.

G: But when she said this, this is like the first time she talked to anyone directly, I suppose. Because that one is just like, into the void, she's saying, [laughs] “Why is the Internet not working?” Which is what I say all the time in my uni.

C: [laughs] Yeah.

G: But yeah. She says like, [afraid] "Is he dead?" And he's not. Henriksen gets up, and he's visibly very shaken. And he explains that like, he just lost- There was this back smoke that went into his throat, and then suddenly, he's here, and Dean is like, “Yeah. You just got pos-” Oh, no, Sam says, “You just got possessed. That's what it feels like.” And Dean’s like, “Should we say I told you so?” What an asshole.

C: Yeah.

G: But eventually, Henriksen-

C: Not eventually. Just immediately. [laughs]

G: [laughs] Immediately, like, removes their cuffs.

C: Which is so fucking stupid. Like, just because they were right about demons being real doesn't mean they haven't killed people. I don't know. I'm just really annoyed about this. Like, the fact that you just immediately go from, “Okay, demons are real. So like, I'm sure that they never did anything illegal ever in their lives, and I was just being a big meanie the whole time, and I'm gonna release them immediately, and they're definitely not dangerous." Even though, like, we just had Sam grab Nancy like five seconds ago. [G laughs]

G: Like, why would they do that?

C: And like, the demons thing, they don't know yet that that was for a reason. Like, there's no reason to go from “Okay, demons are real” to “I'm sure every harmful thing that I think they did was for a good reason, and that they're not dangerous, and that I should let them go.” 

G: Yeah.

C: Like, that bothers me that he doesn't question them any further. And yeah, and I guess it like doubly bothers me, because, like, Gordon never got his moment of like, while he was captured by the cops, going like, “Well, I was doing it to kill vampires and shit and vampires are real.” And I also think that even if he proves to people who were questioning him that vampires are real, that he would not have been let go for various reasons, also including that the main reason that they arrested him was just that he was out and about with guns, which is something Sam and Dean have done. They have been out and about with guns. So it's stupid.

Henriksen’s like, “Okay, I've decided that you're the best guys in the world, and I'm never going to question anything ever again. So you should tell us how to save our lives now.” So they are spray-painting a devil’s trap on the floor. Well, Sam's doing that while [sighs] Dean's getting patched up by Nancy. Why? 

G: Mm-hm.

C: Why? Do secretaries need to have first aid training? Like, Sam was doing the patching up before.

G: He was doing the smiley-smiley thing.

C: He's clearly trying to flirt with her, and it's fucking annoying. I- Yeah, first, I don't like that she's the one who's patching him up. I feel like if anyone here has first aid experience, it's probably like, some of the cops got first aid training, but it kind of feels like “She is a pretty girl, so she has to be the one to patch him up now because Sam's busy doing important demon trap things.”

G: Yeah.

C: Yeah. So Dean's directing them to get salt in order to block off the exits. Also, Dean says- yeah, oh, never mind. Yeah, Dean says the guns that they have aren't gonna work, and Henriksen and some cops leave to go salt up all the doors and windows. 

G: I have a question.

C: Yeah.

G: Why do they have so many salt?

C: Oh, it's road salt. Like, if- Okay, so like in the winter, if it snows or there's ice on the road, you salt the road in order to cause it to melt faster so that it's safer and people don't like, trip and die. Yeah, it's all white, which is sad. Like, there's like, pink and blue road salt as well that I see around. They could have had trans pride road salt, but, you know-

G: Literally.

C: Supernatural hates trans people, and that's the only reason why.

So Dean asks Nancy how she's holding up, and she says that she's doing okay, and she says that when she was little, she would come home from the church and start to talk about the devil, and her parents would tell her to stop being so literal. And then she goes, like, “I guess I showed them, huh?” 

G: Love that.

C: Yeah. She didn't really show them anything. The Wi-Fi has to come back for her to show them anything, but-

G: And she died before that happened.

C: And she died before that happened, which is the greatest tragedy of our era.

Dean says that “Oh, like, I'm gonna go out to my car because I have to get shit from it.” So he does. He opens the Impala’s trunk. We see that there's a dreamcatcher in there, which of fucking course there is. Boo. And he's getting guns to fill with salt rounds, I'm assuming, and like, some anti-possession necklaces and things. And also, we get this wonderful CGI  [both laugh] of purple and black smoke.

G: No, the transcript describes it as "black smoke and blue and pink light." Literally, evil transgender rights. [C laughs]

C: Yeah, coming towards him. The transgenderification beam is coming towards him-

G: Literally.

C: - and he runs inside.

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G: Yeah, so they're back in the police station. And yeah. Like, the building starts shaking, because, like the black smoke surrounds them. And you think they're gonna be entered, blah blah blah blah blah. And then, it just stops. It stops and disappears, and they're like, "Everybody okay?" And they're like, "Yeah, we're good. But like, what just happened?" And then Dean started giving away freebies! [laughs] Anti-possession necklaces.

C: Yeah. They have a lot of them, right? Why do they have so many?

G: Well, maybe they used it a lot back in the day until they realize that, and this is revealed for the first time this episode. They have tattoos. They have anti-possession tattoos.

C: Yeah. I'm sad that we never got to see when they got them. 

G: Yeah.

C: Like, that would have been a fun scene. I want to see them going, "Ow! Owie! Wait, no, I'm a man. I've never experienced pain before in my life." Yeah, we deserved a tattoo parlor scene.

G: [laughs] The "Ow! Owie!" reminded me of the scene earlier when Dean was like, "Ah! That's painful!" And Sam goes, "Don't be such a wuss!" [both laughing]

C: Ugh, god bless

G: God bless!

C: Yeah. Only women and the homosexuals feel physical pain. This is a scientifically proven effect.

G: Exactly.

C: Yeah. There's more than 2 necklaces in there, though. So like, they have like a lot of them. So I feel like it wasn't just for them. Maybe they- I don't know. Were they just planning to be in situations where they would have to protect a large number of civilians? I guess that makes sense. Why don't they sell these, like, everywhere? Or why don't they start giving these out all the time?

G: Yeah.

C: That seems more effective even than just, hunters like, going around trying to get demons.

G: Y- Oh, well, yeah, I suppose.

C: Or there needs to be a combination of both efforts. It doesn't make sense to have all your efforts centered around demon-killing. Diversify your portfolio, etc.

G: Literally. [faux-snobby] It's like they don't even know how to diversify their portfolio. [C laughs]

Anyway, they peek out the window, and Nancy goes, "That's Jenna Rubner!" And Sam goes [dramatically], "That's not Jenna anymore." [both laugh] Ha! So funny. And then this one guy like, who's inside, like, the other cop, like goes and peeks over the window and destroys the salt line. So stupid.

C: Yeah. Does it ever really become a big deal that he's possessed by a demon, or whatever they're trying to show here?

G: No, he's not possessed.

C: Wait, why is he breaking the salt line, then?

G: He just broke it.

C: Like, accidentally?

G: Yeah, I guess so.

C: Okay. Right. It sort of looked like it was on purpose. But yeah, I think it was just an accident.

G: I think he was just looking out the window.

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C: Right, they're loading up their salt guns and things. And we have a Deanvictor scene.

G: Yeah, exactly. The Deanvictor scene.

C: Yeah, the Deanvictor scene. So Henriksen's sort of remarking on the outlandishness of his situation, and Dean starts listing off a bunch of other supernatural creatures that are real. And Henriksen goes, “You know what my job is?” Dean goes, “You mean, besides locking up the good guys? I have no idea.” So, you know, Henriksen starts going into his, "Boo hoo! Being an FBI agent is soo hard" thing-

G: Yeah.

C: - where he says that, you know, he's bored, and he's frustrated, and you can only save a few people, and he's been working for 15 years, and he's never realized the whole time that there's something off in the corner that's so much bigger than all of that. So like, they're sort of setting up hunter!Henriksen being a potential future for him.

G: Literally! Like, he's like-

C: Yeah.

G: He literally was like, "I feel disillusioned," blah blah blah blah, "Maybe I should become a hunter," and then they kill him at the end of the episode! [laughing]

C: They kill him! They kill him.

G: Bro. Bro.

C: And similarly for Nancy, they set up that she's gonna have sex after this, and then they kill her. [laughing]

G: And then they kill her!

C: And these are equally as bad.

G: Literally.

C: Yeah. So Henriksen asks, like, “What's out there, and can you guys win?” And Dean goes, “Honestly, I think the world's gonna end bloody. But it doesn't mean we shouldn't fight. We do have choices. I choose to go down swingin'.” Also, [laughs] Henriksen says, “And yeah, also because you have nothing to go home to but your brother.” I bet a subset of the fandom loved that one. [laughs]

G: Yeah.

C: But yeah. Dean asks about Henriksen’s personal life, and he apparently has no friends. He lives alone. And he has a string of angry ex-wives. What did you do to your ex-wives, Henriksen? 

G: Yeah.

C: I think that the implication is just that he was too busy for work to like, focus on them, but he had to get new ones each time [G laughing] to get that many.

G: Yeah! He's literally Wilson-coded for real.

C: No, yeah. [laughs] God, you're right. Where's his House? Eh. Dean could be his House, but it's over by the end of this episode.

Yeah. He says, "I'm right where you are." And they're like, looking at each other, and Dean goes like, "Imagine that." And like, they do kind of want to fuck each other so bad it makes them look stupid, is the thing. Is the thing. [both] Yeah.

G: Is the thing!

C: Unfortunately, the moment is broken by somebody coming in. And we can't see who it is yet. But we find out very soon that it's Ruby!

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G: Hi, Ruby!

C: Hi, Ruby!

G: And Sam is like, [lowers voice] "Don't shoot. She's here to help us." [screams] Why am I so like [screams]. I'm literally a Samruby shipper. I literally am a Samruby shipper, is the thing.

C: They are pretty compelling.

G: They are pretty compelling. And Ruby's like- I think one of them is like, "She's a demon!" And Sam’s like, "She's here to help. It's fine." And Sam rubs out the- what do you call it?

C: Devil's trap?

G: The painted on devil's trap. And Ruby says, "And they say chivalry is dead." [high-pitched] Ooh! I love her! I'm normal, by the way.

C: Yeah. You are.

G: [laughing] I'm so normal about Ruby.

C: Mm-hm!

G: And she goes, "Does anyone have a breath mint? Some guts splattered in my mouth while I was killing my way in here." She's so cool.

C: [slightly breathless] She is so cool.

G: And then she goes to the office, and Dean starts interrogating her on "How many are there?" There's 30, maybe, at least. Yeah. And Dean goes like, "Who sent them?" And Ruby is like, "Oh, Sam. You didn't tell Dean?" Okay, first of all, do we ever know that Ruby tells Sam about Lilith? I completely forgot if that's the case.

C: I think when Dean's not present, Tammy tells Sam about Lilith, in 3.10 when he's like, pressed against the wall.

G: Yeah.

C: But we have a debrief scene with Ruby.

G: I don't think we mentioned the name. I don't think we mention a name prior to today.

C: Yeah, I don't think so.

G: But- And Ruby goes, "There's a new person. An up-and-comer. Real Pied Piper." And Dean asks, "Who is he?" And Ruby goes, "Not he. Her." [laughing] Which I thought was so funny! [both laughing] Love that!

C: "Who is her?"

G: Literally no sense of subject or object pronoun difference. [C laughing]

G: So she goes, "Not he. Her. Her name is... Lilith." Yeah, baby!

C: Lilith!

G: And Ruby says, "And she really really really wants Sam's intestines on a stick."

C: Relatable.

G: And Dean gets mad at Sam. Like, "Why didn't you tell me this?" Blah blah blah. And Ruby goes, "Can you guys talk later? I don't really give a fuck about your argument. We just need the Colt." And... silence. And Ruby kinda figures out. And she goes, "Where's the Colt?" And Sam goes, "It got stolen." [C laughs] And Ruby goes, "I'm sorry. I must have blood in my ear. I just heard you say that you were stupid enough to let the Colt be grabbed out of your thick, clumsy, idiotic hands."

C: Whoo! [clapping] I love her!

G: Yeah, love her. And she's, you know, obviously very pissed. And Sam is like [dramatically], “Ruby... noo!” [C laughs] And Ruby tells him to shut up.

C: Yeah. I'm so sad that Ruby and Bela never meet each other.

G: Do they never? I was like, "This episode, maybe they will." But alas.

C: I don't think they ever do. Like, maybe the next four episodes could prove me wrong, but I don't think they do, which is sad.

G: Holy shit!

C: Hm?

G: Four episodes? Did I hear that right? It's episode 12 today?

C: Yeah.

G: Holy shit!

C: Mm.

G: Oh my god. We're about to meet him.

C: Yeah. We are.

G: [laughs triumphantly] I'm so excited!

Anyway, she says, Ruby says, "Well, that's fine. I know a spell that will vaporize every demon in a one-mile radius, myself included." So she says, like, "You lose the Colt, and now I have to die. So next time, be more careful. How's that for a dying wish?" Will she literally die?

C: I mean, she seems to think so. But like, can't she just leave the instructions with someone and then jet? Like, does she have to be the one to perform the spell?

G: Yeah, maybe, maybe not. I don't know. She says later that the spell is very specific.

C: Mm. So I guess so. 

G: So maybe like, it requires her to do it. Anyway, Dean is like, "Well, I can help." And she goes, "No, you can't. We need a person of virtue." [C laughs] And Dean goes, "I have virtues." [laughs] And she goes, "Yeah, tough luck. You're not a virgin."

C: This is the first time "You're not a virgin" has been used as an insult ever, and it's very effective. It's very fun to see her say that in a mean way.

G: Yeah! And Dean is like, "Nobody's a virgin! That's so mean of you to say!"

C: God, he's so stupid. Yeah. He just seems like, so unable to comprehend the idea that someone hasn't had sex. Like, in 5.03, like, he's also so shocked at the idea that Cas has never had sex, even though he's like literally an angel. Like, Dean doesn't even know yet that, like, angels can have sex with each other or whatever. But he still seems so shocked at the idea, and I don't- I don't get it. I don't get it.

G: Yeah. And basically, what you have building up to [laughs] this entire episode with Nancy is that she's a virgin. So she can sacrifice herself.

C: Mm.

G: And before they go into the like, "Oh, I need to die for this spell?" Dean goes into a whole tirade about like, "Wait, you're a virgin? How are you a virgin? Not even once? I mean, not even- wha? wha?" [C laughing]

C: God.

G: So annoying.

C: He's so annoying.

G: He's so annoying.

C: He's five seconds away from like, proposing that she no longer be a virgin and that he can help her out with that.

G: Nancy goes, "What can I do for the spell?" And Ruby says, "You can hold still as I cut your heart out of your chest." And Dean and Nancy- Nancy is like, "What?" And Dean is like, "What?" but even more offended for her.

C: Yeah. [laughs]

G: And Dean goes, "You're crazy!" And Ruby goes, "Well, I'm offering a solution." Dean says, "That's not a solution. You're killing somebody" And Ruby is like, "Well, if the demons come in, she's gonna die anyway," which does make sense. And Henriksen says, “We're gonna protect her. So it's fine.” And Nancy starts speaking up, like, and she says, "Will it save all the people outside?" And Ruby says yes. And Nancy says, "Okay. I'll do it."

And this starts an argument where Henriksen and Dean both are like, "No, no, we can't do it. We can't do it." And Nancy says- and this made me sad. Like, "All my friends are out there."

C: Yeah.

G: And Henriksen says, "We don't sacrifice people." And Ruby interjects that they don't really have a choice because it's either sacrifice one person or everybody else is like, in danger. And Ruby goes to Sam and says, "Sam. You know I'm right." And Sam just stays quiet. [laughs] Like he is this entire episode.

C: Yup.

G: At least here, there's a point why he's quiet.

C: Yeah. Well, Sam's also quiet when Dean is also going like, "Sam, no, you agree with me, right?" So I feel like we're supposed to think that Sam is mostly on Ruby's side here, but he just doesn't want to say it out loud.

G: No, yeah, exactly. That's what I mean. There's a point to him being quiet here.

C: Right, yeah.

G: Unlike, you know, when they're talking to Henriksen, where he's just quiet for no fucking reason. I think maybe the implication there is since Dean is older, he's like the more- the one who's responsible for- you know how like, for example, you and your little sibling.

C: Yeah.

G: When you're talking to someone, you tend to be the talker, right?

C: Is that still a rule when you're like, in your 20s?

G: Yeah, I feel like. I'm in my 20s. Yeah.

C: I- huh. Well, I don't think that that's a thing.

G: Ah.

C: Especially because, like, Dean's the one who's always running his mouth when he talks to cops and Sam's the one who knows to just go, like, "I want a lawyer, and I'm not gonna speak." Like, I don't think that Sam would- it doesn't make sense that Sam and Dean would have an unspoken agreement that Dean has the authority in this situation so Sam won't say anything. I feel like it's just bad writing.

G: Yeah, perhaps.

Anyway, Nancy says, "It's my decision," and Ruby agrees. And Dean is like, "No, no, no, stop! Nobody kill any virgins! [C laughs] And Sam, I need to talk to you." And they talk. And Sam says, "We're considering 30 people. Innocent people who are all gonna die." And Dean says, "That doesn't mean that we throw away the rulebook and stop acting like humans." [C laughing] Didn't they kill someone like, two episodes ago? [laughs]

C: [laughing] Yeah, they did! They did kill someone two episodes ago, and they did not think twice about it. It was not even considered to be a bad thing. And Sera Gamble wrote that one, too.

G: Yeah. Dean, says [C screams], "I'm not gonna let a demon kill some nice, sweet, [both] innocent girl who hasn't even been laid yet!"

C: "And especially not by me yet!"

G: [whiny] "Not by me!"

C: [whiny] "Not by me!"

G: "Look, if that's how you win wars, then I don't want to win." So like, specifically, he doesn't want to win wars if girls who are virgins-

C: - he wants to fuck -

G: - are killed. Yeah.

C: [laughs] Jesus Christ.

G: And then he goes like, "I have a plan. It might not work, but at least it's something else." And then he says that the plan is to open all the doors and let everyone in. And then fight.

C: Why? Why? I just- okay. 

G: You know what I'm more confused about?

C: Why don't they go outside?

G: No. Because they need everyone inside for the exorcism.

C: Okay, sure, yeah.

G: I was more confused about the fact that they open three doors. Like, just open one. [C laughs] Right?

C: Right, so you can just stand right in front of it and shoot.

G: Yeah, like all three of you can just stand right in front of it and shoot. I mean, Henriksen literally gets knocked out by the first demon that comes in.

C: [laughs] Yeah.

G: Yeah. Anyway.

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C: We cut to a bit later, and they've set up a bunch of stuff. And Ruby says, "By the way, this isn't gonna work, and I'm leaving." And Sam’s like, “Huh? Why?” And Ruby says, “I was gonna kill myself to help you win. I'm not gonna stand here and watch you lose.” And she tells Sam specifically that she's really disappointed in him because she tried really hard to like, save him and all that shit, but she's clearly bet on the wrong horse. Which I guess is- like, she hasn't been clear or open about her motivations throughout this season, but I feel like this is a pretty good hint of like, "She's been doing this because she wants Sam to be the next leader of hell instead of Lilith" sort of thing. And she leaves the devil's trap. She walks outside where there's like, the 30 demons, and she tells them, "I'm leaving. Who wants to stop me?" And they just let her pass because she's so cool. As they should.

G: Yeah.

C: And now, you know, they're all at the doors, and they open them, they break the salt lines and all that stuff. And then the demons start coming in. Yeah, like you, said one just knocks out Henriksen very quickly. And they start fighting. Henriksen has like, holy water and stuff. And there's a scene where him and Dean are fighting each other where they're like, standing back-to-back with their guns drawn, and they like, shoot simultaneously, and they like, turn to look at each other, and their faces are really close. So, you know.

G: And it's like, "Dean is loading his gun, so Henriksen shoots his target for him" type of situation, and it's like- [laughs] Okay, got it.

C: Alright. Okay. Yeah.

G: I see.

C: I see. I'm looking.

Oh, yeah. And even without the- even without the homoeroticism, it's yet another like, sorta like, "Oh, they fight well together. He should become a hunter and join them!" moment that they're sort of teasing-

G: Yeah.

C: But no, he dies. So, you know, it's just more fighting. And then, like, Nancy and some cop are on a roof. And Nancy says, "When this is over, I'm gonna have so much sex." And then she tells the cop, "But not with you." So-

G: Good for her.

C: Good for her. I- I don't know. This is annoying. This seems to just be going into like, Dean's like, normative notions of what people are supposed to do with their lives. Because, like Nancy says earlier, like, it's a choice to not have sex. But now it's like, "Oh, but like obviously, everyone really wants to, and anyone who's not having sex is just holding themselves back for bad reasons, and like, when it comes down to it, they'll realize that they do want to, and they will." It's annoying.

G: Mm-hm.

C: But yeah. So that's like- we don't see much of Nancy after this. Sorry, Nancy.

G: [laughs] Understatement.

C: Sorry that this was your part. [laughs] Yeah. So, you know, more fighting, Nancy and the cop are in charge of salt duty to try to trap the demons inside of the office. Sam and Dean are fighting, blah blah blah. And then Dean yells, "Henriksen. Now!" And Henriksen manages to fight a demon enough to press play on a tape. And it's a recording of Sam saying an exorcism, and it comes from the speakers inside of the office, which- and it works? It does work.

G: It works.

C: It works. The demons get exorcised. They're screaming, crying, throwing up, blah blah blah blah blah. Also, okay, so like the demons are covering their ears when the exorcism happens, which implies that if their vessel can't hear it, it doesn't work. Like, so if a demon took like a Deaf vessel, are they incapable of being exercised now?

G: Oh my god, you're right! You're right.

C: Yeah. Eileen should never get possessed, but wouldn't that be a little bit fun? [G laughs] But yeah. Or I really like the idea of Eileen coming back from hell as a demon, so yeah, that would also be fun. But yeah, anyway, I do want to know about the specifics of what works for an exorcism or not. Because- I don't see why they don't all just have a phone recording and just have it playing all the time. 

G: Exactly.

C: Like, be your annoying neighborhood boombox guy, but like, with an exorcism. But yeah, so you know, explosion of like, everyone gets exorcised. And, you know, people pass out, and the electricity comes back on. So they're safe.

-

G: Yeah! And Henriksen, later, much later, talks about how this is one hell of a story, but he's not gonna be able to tell it. And he says what he's gonna tell people is that "You guys died-" You guys Sam and Dean being- "died in the helicopter when it exploded, and that's the end of it."

C: Yeah, is he gonna blame the deaths of Steven and the sheriff that he shot on Sam and Dean as well, before they got into the helicopter?

G: Maybe.

C: Yeah, 'cause there's like, quite a bit of a mess to clean up here.

G: Yeah. Anyway, later, again. It's the the cop and Henriksen and Nancy in the room. And a little girl, and like, a mom, a woman, walks into the station. The little girl goes up to Nancy and says, "I'm looking for two boys. They're brothers. One of them is really tall, and the other one is really cute."

C: What?

G: Boo. Boo.

C: Boo! I hate- I hate Sera Gamble. I hate her so, so much. I- [sighs] whatever. Whatever. There's nothing to say about it. Something's wrong with everyone's head. The end.

G: And Nancy just laughs and says, "What's your name, sweetie?" And the little girl goes, "Lilith." And her eyes turn to white, and then she extends her hand, and the bright light fills the room.

C: Yeah. And everyone's screams.

G: And then- Yeah. And then Sam and Dean, who are in the motel and sleeping, gets greeted by Ruby, who enters the room and says, "Turn on the television." They do, and a few hours ago, there was a gas main that was ruptured that exploded an entire building and claimed the lives of everyone. Among the deceased: the sheriff, the deputy, the secretary, three FBI agents, and Sam and Dean. Ruby goes, "Considering the size of the blast, it must have been Lilith." And then she gives Sam and Dean like, a pouch each and says that it's for protection so that Lilith can be thrown off their trail. And Sam goes, "Thanks." And Ruby, who is pissed as all hell, goes, "Don't thank me. Lilith killed everyone. She slaughtered your precious little virgin [C laughs] and half a dozen other people. So, apparently, after your big speech about humanity and war, your plan was the one with the body count. Next time, let's go with mine."

C: Yeah.

Hey, remember in "Nightshifter" when that random guy died, and we had slow-mo and Dean basically sobbing over his body?

G: [laughing] Yeah! "You were my best friend-"

C: And now, like, Henriksen's a recurring character that has, like, the most nothing death like, in the world?

G: Yeah. Sad!

C: Yeah. Sad.

-

G: Now that we've discuss everything, what are our thoughts?

C: I don't know. It happened.

G: [laughs] It literally is an episode that happened.

C: Yeah.

G: Yeah. [laughs] Best Line/Worst Line.

C: Sure. Oh, god, there were lines in this episode?

G: [laughing] I don't even know what the lines are.

C: I think... I don't know. Maybe when Ruby leaves, and she says, you know, "I was gonna kill myself to help you win. I'm not gonna stand here and watch you lose." And she also says that she clearly bet on the wrong horse. I feel like it's a good hint into her motivations, and how strongly she believes in certain things. So yeah. Good for her.

G: Yeah. And it's quite emotional, too, because at this point, Sam and Ruby, maybe not necessarily romantic, but they do have a connection.

C: Yeah.

G: And I think it does means something for Sam to hear the words, like, "I made a mistake believing in you" from Ruby.

C: Yeah. And also the fact that she was willing to sacrifice her life to save them, like, should have been given more weight in this episode. Because they like- Sam and Dean are not nice to her a lot of the time. Dean tried to kill her a lot until he had a little bit of a turning point in 3.09, but like, I feel like they're still like, "Oh," like, you know, "she has ulterior motives, and she is like evil and" blah blah blah. I feel like being willing to sacrifice yourself to save them is such a unselfish action that it should have made them really reckon with how they've been thinking about Ruby this entire season, but I don't know. We don't get much of that.

G: Yeah. For me, my best line is [laughs] when Henriksen wakes up, and he goes, "I shot the sheriff." [both laugh] And Dean goes, "But you didn't shoot the deputy." [laughs] I know that's a reference to something else, but in my mind, it's a reference to Supernatural, and it's like, a very poignant- like, poignant as in like, I remember it - line from Supernatural.

C: Yeah.

G: So I think it's funny. I don't know why it's funny. I know it's a reference, but I don't know what it's a reference to. But do I even need to know anything to find it funny? Perhaps, but perhaps not also.

C: Yeah.

G: So that's my best friend.

C: Nice.

G: What's your worst life?

C: Ugh. I don't know. The whole [laughing] "sweet, innocent girl who hasn't even been laid yet"?

G: Yeah, that's- yeah, that's something.

C: Wait wait no, sorry, no. "We're not the bad guys." That one. That one's stupid as all hell.

G: Oh, okay. Yeah. When Lilith was like [C laughs], "One of them's really tall and one of them's really cute." I literally booed.

C: Yeah.

G: I literally booed. Like, I was like, "Why are you assigning Sam ugly? You're so mean!"

C: [laughing] Oh, that was your problem with the situation?

G: That was my problem. That was my problem. What's your problem with the situation?

C: I thought it was just like, the hordes of like, Supernatural women who all like, want to fuck Dean and/or Sam so bad. Like, I don't know. Can we not have a-

G: It's a little kid!!!

C: - villain who appears and has like, 0 levels of like, flirtatiousness. She is in a child vessel -

G: Lilith is portrayed as a little kid.

C: Yeah, but she's still like, hundreds or thousands of years old. Like, I think it's still just the like, every time a female villain shows up on Supernatural, she has to acknowledge that she is doing this despite how attractive Sam and Dean are, you know? [G laughing]

G: Yeah, yeah. I mean- for me, because I guess I'm not seeing this as like someone who already knows Lilith, you know, like, this scene for me is just like, separate from all that. I'm seeing this more as like, she's putting on like, a little girl persona.

C: Right.

G: And part of that is having a crush on some guy who's like, cute-

C: [laughing] Serial killer on the FBI most wanted list?

G: Yeah! [laughs] Wanted by the FBI! And I'm just offended that this little girl's fake crush- this little person- Wait, I'm gonna say it again. I'm just offended that this fake persona of a little girl that Lilith is putting on has a fake crush [C laughs] on Dean Winchester instead of Sam. [C laughs] That's what I'm offended about.

C: Well. Fair enough! [G laughs]

G: Yeah.

G: So, spreadsheet.

C: Yes, spreadsheet.

Huh. Let's see. Misogyny... don't like the way they handled Nancy very much.

G: Yeah.

C: Maybe a 1 on that front?

G: I think a 1 will work, yeah. How about everything else? I think we have a 0 for everything else.

C: Yeah... I mean like, I do think that it is like a larger Supernatural race problem that they killed Henriksen, but-

G: Yeah. It's not-

C: I don't know how to assign Supernatural's general miasma of racism a number for this specific episode.

G: Yeah.

C: Yeah.

G: So yeah.

How about IMDb rating?

C: People like this one.

G: Mm-hm.

C: Um, I don't know. 8.7?

G: I would go an 8.8.

C: Okay. Well- [G gasps] What?

G: Can you guess again?

C: It's like, way higher than either of those, I'm assuming?

G: Just guess, just guess.

C: 9.0?

G: 9.3.

C: What? Is it that good? Like, it just happens. It's just an episode that happened.

G: Why does- It's literally just an episode that happened.

C: I guess it's like, a lot more action-oriented than the others, so people might have found it more exciting?

G: Yeah. "My personal favorite episodes for several reasons."

C: Okay. What are the reasons?

G: "I always find it nice when the boys are finally recognized as the heroes that they are [C groan-screams], especially from the authorities that hunted the boys thinking that they were murderous 'monster' serial killers."

C: Sorry. Who-?

G: "When the people that misjudge Sam and Dean realize that there are real monsters out there, and the two brothers have been fighting to keep everyone safe all this time, you know you're in for a great episode and life-altering changes within established characters."

C: I take an issue with the word "misjudge." It just makes it seem like they were like, overlooking things because of personal biases. I don't think "monsters aren't real" is a personal bias. [laughs]

G: [laughs] Yeah. Yeah, one of these says it's the best- one of the best of all-time episodes of the series.

C: What year was that in? How many episodes were around at that point?

G: 2018,

C: What? So Cas had existed at this point-

G: [laughs] Yeah.

C: And this is one of the top 10 best episodes in the series? [laughs] Cool. Alright.

G: I don't think we talk enough about how the moral dilemma of like, one person versus a lot of people versus blah blah blah. But like, I don't really care.

C: Oh, yeah. The trolley problem exists already. We've been over it.

G: Yeah. I mean, like, I like that it ended with them being like-

C: Wrong.

G: - we probably made the wrong decision.

C: Yeah, I like that too. It's sort of to the moral dilemmas they had with Bela's plans in the boat episode. "Red Sky at Morning."

G: Yeah.

C: And I like that they were wrong both times.

G: Yeah. But Bela was like, "You're wrong to-" you know, like, they were making Bela wrong too at that time.

C: That's true.

G: Yeah. Yeah.

"The whole thing feels rushed. Less than the sum of its part."

C: Yeah. Agreed.

G: "This episode had to wrap up the Henriksen storyline, introduce Lilith, and tell the cost of a war siege story. Oh, and provide a delay in the Bela storyline. All these various plot threads are short-changed because of how much the episode is trying to do."

C: Mm.

G: "The boys' big fight about the morality takes all of 30 seconds, and the resolution of the siege feels like a narrative cheat."

C: A bit. Yeah.

G: "This should have been split into 2 episodes. This is one place where season 3 being short really hurts the show."

C: Huh, okay. So there's someone who's theorizing. The "Warning: I think I figured this season out" reviewer. 

G: What?

C: They said, "A few things I figured out. Ruby is a plant pushing Sam. All of Ruby's help is to gain their trust." That's true, I guess. "Everything else is lies, comma, demons lie. What a evil solution Ruby had for the problem! Sam would have turned dark side listening to Ruby. Bela is involved with the scheme. [G laughs] Bela told Dean she was not going to sell the Colt, but stole the Colt for other reason. I think Dean is going to kill Sam [both laughing] after watching the 'Mystery Spot' show"?

G: [laughing] What?

C: Yeah. And yeah, [laughing] that's the main theories for the season. Started off sort of correct. I love the idea that Bela and Ruby are like, teamed up behind the scenes.

G: Literally!

C: I love that. I would have loved to see that.

G: Yeah. This person should have been in the writers room.

C: Yeah. Dean is going kill Sam after watching the "Mystery Spot" show. [G laughing] So true. [both laugh]

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G: Yeah, I mean, I think that’s it for this episode of Busty Asian Beauties. Next week, we will be talking about Season 3, Episode 13: [gasps] "Ghostfacers"!

C: Oh, yeah, that's fun.

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also im losing my mind because my thesis is abt a ghost whisperer, but it features a lot of different subcultures that i have personally seen coincide with mediumship/ghost hunting, and the other night i was using my roommate as a sounding board to try to get some plot points ironed out and every few minutes she would stop me and say “oh that happened in Supernatural”

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Amethyst you so much

Summary: Spencer has had a crush on Y/N since she started working at the bau. She only ever works the night shift after a case, handling all the aftermath gracefully. one night, Spencer stays back and they strike up a conversation about rocks, causing their feelings to dig a little deeper.

Warnings: pure fluff, weed mention, hurt/comfort, grief and mourning

Word Count: 6.4K

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Late nights at the office had become his thing since Gideon left.

He couldn’t bring himself to go home some nights without a game of chess, a cup of coffee, and the ambiance of the post case staff working. He would’ve had no idea about what goes on after they close a case if he didn’t stay behind most nights.

The phone rings almost every 10 minutes, and it’s always answered by the sweetest voice. The fax machine never turns off, and the most beautiful girl in the world is always running around placing papers in different places.

He’s been smitten with her since she started here, 2 years ago. Never seeing much of her since she was switched to the night shift, always wanting to just watch her from afar, never speaking to her unless he needed to.

“Yes, again we are so sorry for the door,” he can hear her voice from the back corner of the room. “Agent Morgan will be paying for that out of his paycheck, don’t worry, Mr. Kennings. We’ll be sure to remember your hotel when we’re in the area again. The FBI has a very generous budget for overnight cases. Of course, you have a good night too.”

She hung the phone up harshly and let out a deep sigh. He turned around to see her face in her arms, resting against the desk. She looked done, completely fed up. He would be too.

She looked up then, noticing that he was making eye contact with her. She awkwardly smiled and waved at him, “sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Spencer replied. “We asked for the key, I should have stopped him from kicking it in.”

She laughed then, walking over to his desk so she didn’t have to yell across the room. She sat on the corner of his desk lightly, “why do you stay every night?”

“Oh, um,” he wasn’t prepared for this. She had never talked to him before. She was barely able to even look at him when she used to place papers on his desk 2 years ago, now she was on his desk.

“I don’t like to bring the work home with me, it’s better to destress here before I go to my apartment,” he answered, half honestly.

She nodded slightly, “I get it. Luckily I go home in the mornings so the sun helps me feel better.”

“Going home in the dark isn’t fun,” she lightly smiled up at her.

“Do you want a coffee or anything?” She asked softly, “seeing as I am still your assistant as long as you’re here?”

He laughed lightly, “I would, but I’d like to join you in the staff room for it?”

“Okay,” she stood, straightening out her shirt as he stood as well.

He held the doors open for her, letting her walk out first, still smiling as she waited in the hall for him. Never being anything less than 1 foot from him for some reason, and he didn’t mind in the slightest.

“Do you like your job?” He asked lightly.

“Oh yeah,” she laughed. “It’s like customer service on crack. Have you ever had to explain to someone why you can’t pay for the cracked foundation after Agent Morgan’s ransacked a place?”

“I honestly never thought of who has to deal with the aftermath,” he awkwardly admitted to her. “I’m so sorry.”

She couldn’t stop laughing as they entered the kitchen, “it’s fine. I never have to apologize on your behalf, it’s everyone else who seems to be reckless. Sometimes I feel like it would be better if I came along to babysit.”

“That would be helpful,” he smiled softly as she entered the staff room.

He watched as she took a new coffee filter out of the cupboard. Emptying the coffee pot with ease, rinsing everything before adding the water and scooping in the grounds. He was mesmerized by how fast she was able to do it, then again it was sort of her job.

“What mug would you like?” She turned to him with a smile that made his heart skip a beat.

“Um, the purple one, if it’s there?”

“You really like purple, huh?” She teased him, standing on her tippy-toes to reach the mug for him.

She placed it on the counter before grabbing a white mug, it had a bumblebee on it, “bee happy” written along the top. It was perfect for her.

“Purple is a stress-reducing colour,” she explained. “When I was a kid my parents painted my room purple so that I’d sleep better.”

“I’ve always been drawn to it.”

She leaned against the counter while the coffee pot started to percolate, “Probably because of your anxiety, coffee doesn’t help that.”

“It’s in my DNA to be like this,” he tried to joke, knowing he succeeded when her smile crept back onto her face.

He was on a mission to keep seeing it.

“For someone who spends a lot of time with dead bodies, creepy places and bad people, you sure are a mousy little thing aren’t you?” She teased him.

“I also love Halloween, go figure.” He’s not sure where the confidence came from, being able to make light-hearted jokes like this was only easy with the team.

Which she technically was a part of. He’s seen her almost every single day for 3 years, slowly being able to get comfortable enough for this very moment.

“What else are you into, outside of here?” She asked honestly, making his heart swell as no one else had ever asked him before.

“Lots of things,” he sighed. “I love to read, I’ll read anything. But mostly I enjoy far-off worlds. Lord of the Rings, Star Trek, Doctor Who, Sherlock mostly.”

“No supernatural?” She gasped. “Sacrilege, honestly. What kind of nerd are you if you don't support supperwholock?”

“That's the show with the monster hunting brothers right?” He tried to recall it to his mind.

She nodded with a pressed-lipped smile, “it’s bad but in a way where I can’t stop watching every Thursday, they just introduced an angel who is pretty gay. Star Trek is cool too, I guess, I was raised by Trekkies.”

“My mom was into Doctor Who.”

“Mamma’s boy,” she teased him slightly, returning her focus to the coffee as she poured the now finished brew into their mugs. “She was nice when she came in that one time, I made her a very sweet coffee just like yours.”

He reached for the sugar then, poring a generous amount into his mug with a grin, “how much do you like?”

“the same amount,” she couldn’t help but laugh. “I hate the taste of coffee, but it keeps me awake.”

He poured the sugar into her mug as she places a spoon in each. Allowing him to stir his own before picking it up finally. Holding the warm ceramic in his hands, it was almost as warm as the feeling in his chest when he looked at her.

He’s felt it for a long time. He’s been caught staring at her by Derek, JJ even tried to get him to give her his number. Which she already had for when she calls him into work in the middle of the night. They knew he had a crush, he did too. He just didn’t know what to do about it.

“Come to my desk, I want to show you something?” She asked softly, avoiding eye contact as she walked towards the door.

He followed, like a lost puppy, all the way back to her desk. It was always neat, he always looked at it when he made his way up the stairs to the briefing room. He could even see it from where he sat at the table sometimes. Always wanting to see her leave in the mornings.

She had a collection of rocks that always changed, he loved the blue one the most but it wasn’t there currently. She had all new ones since the last time he looked.

“Here,” she hands him one. It’s brown and gold, the colours moving and shifting as he turns it with his fingers. The gold running through it like a beautiful wave.

“what’s this for?”

“It’s a Tiger’s eye, for good luck and happiness,” she smiled. “Keep it at your desk and maybe it’ll be easier for you to relax when you come back?”

The butterflies in his chest were swirling then as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. Wanting him to take it, wanting him to feel better. Caring for him.

“Thank you,” he barely whispers, clearing his throat softly. “It’s very nice of you.”

“You’re always nice to me, so,” she shrugged.

They sat down then, he dragged his chair from his desk over to hers. Sitting in close as she explained all the meanings to her rocks. He listened carefully, getting to examine each one as she spoke.

“This one is Jade, it’s for balancing emotions and allowing compassion so I don’t scream at everyone on the phone,” she laughed as she placed one in his hands. Her fingers brushing his palm softly.

It was a beautiful green stone with a thin white line running through it, separating into 3 directions as he flipped it over, “it’s beautiful.”

“I know some people don’t believe in this stuff,” she started to get embarrassed as she placed them all back on the shelf. “But I’ve always thought; if the moon, which is just a rock, can control the water, and humans are 70% water, then who’s to tell me the moon cycles don’t control my emotions and these smaller rocks can’t help problem areas?”

“You’re not wrong,” he shook his head softly as he thought her words over. “People depended on the stars and planets for guidance originally, as well as rocks and herbs for healing, just because it’s outdated doesn’t mean it doesn’t work?”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “No one has ever agreed with me that easily.”

“Anytime you want to talk, I’ll just be over there,” he pointed at his desk. “And I’m a phone call away?” He swallowed sharply at his boldness, trying to stay calm as he awaited her answer.

“I do have your number,” she smiled, reaching out to place her hand on his. “But you should go home, I’m sure you’re chilled out now.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, staring at her hand as they touched. He lightly wrapped his hand around hers, holding it slightly, running his thumb over her knuckles. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“And every day after,” she whispered, tilting her head as she smiled at him.

This was going to be interesting.

—

Penelope was always dragging him out. She would take him shopping, to dinner, to the movies. She was like his big sister, dedicated to making sure he wasn’t always cooped up or trying to retreat into a fantasy life.

She kept him busy.

She had 4 bags in her hands as they walked down the street, peering into the store windows to see what else she could possibly be interested in taking home for someone. That’s when they passed the natural health store.

He stopped in his tracks, seeing all the different rocks on the wall accompanies by little cards that described how they could help. He opened the door and rushed inside before Penelope even noticed he stopped following her.

“Good afternoon!” The shop owner called out to him. “How can I assist you today?”

“Um, the girl I like has a rock collection,” he says softly, knowing Penelope is behind him listening. “Crystals more specifically, I’d like to get her some?”

“Well, you came to the right place,” the man beams, escorting him to the wall of rocks. “What is she like?”

“Wonderful,” the words are carried out of his mouth on a sigh as he thinks about her. “She’s confident and nice, and caring. She’s always positive and just so lovely.”

“I’ve got you,” the man starts picking rocks off the wall and placing them in his hands.

Spencer follows him to the desk where he lays down a handful of rocks, Penelope is shockingly quiet as she stands beside him, staring at the collection. She’ll be full of questions later, all of which he is terrified of.

“This is a rose quartz, pretty basic love, beauty, anti-depression stone,” he pushes the pink and a green rock towards him. “Serpentine is for new adventures, observation and insight. I have a feeling you’re up for an adventure with her?”

Spencer nodded enthusiastically, “I like that one. It would be better to get her some rare ones, some that have to do with friendship, new beginnings, or opportunities?” He tried to explain his feelings as best as he could. Not knowing if he sounded dumb for a change.

The man smiled wide, “here,” he dipped below the counter and dug out a box. “Chrysocolla is literally for new beginnings, love and opportunity.”

He hands Spencer a vitreous, raw blue stone with small green marks running all through it, it’s beautiful like her. “This is perfect.”

“I’ll throw in a Kiwi Jasper as well, it’s for being by someone's side, support and trust. As well as a Ruby in Zoisite it symbolizes finding the joy in life with someone,” he hands Spencer two equally beautiful stones, prepping a bag and wrappings for all of them.

Spencer lays out the 5 stones he picked out, watching him wrap them with care before placing them in a bag. He rings everything up, Spencer pays and before he’s even out the door Penelope is pouncing on him for answers.

“Who?!”

He can't help but blush and stutter, trying to brush past her and continue walking down the street. “You can’t hide forever Spencer, who is she?”

“How do you know it’s a she?”

“You literally said so?” She looks at him like he’s an idiot. “Come on? I won't tell anyone!”

“Y/N.”

The gears are turning in Penelope's head as she tries to place a face to the name, knowing she’s seen her somewhere, “From the office?”

He nods softly, “the one Derek bullies me for staring at?” He clues her in more as they walk.

“He also bullies her for staring at you,” she adds with a smile. “She’s going to love those, when are you going to give them to her?”

“I was thinking about just leaving one on her desk every day? Maybe with a note for why I picked it?” He really wants to woo her, she’s too special to just flirt with.

“She’s going to love that.”

—

Sure enough, he walked into work every day for the next week, placing a rock on a sticky note on her desk. He was never around when she was able to see it, only knowing she got it when he'd arrive at work the next morning with a note reading 'thank you ♥︎ ' on top of his files.

He thinks about her all weekend, planning how he'll give her the last rock as he takes the elevator up that morning. Only to see her sitting at her desk, phone pressed to her ear as she tried to talk someone out of suing the FBI, she looked absolutely miserable. Just a casual Monday morning for her, almost at the end of her shift.

He rushed over to his desk, putting all his stuff down to dig one of the rocks from his satchel. Picking the Kiwi Jasper for today, he grabbed a pen and a sticky note and wrote her a little note.

“Always here if you need to talk, -Spencer ♥︎”

He walked over to her desk, she was still talking so she didn’t notice him until he was right there, she looked up at him with a thankful smile.

“Yes sir,” she answered the person talking to her. “Can I call you back after I speak to the chief? thanks.” She hung up on him, turning all her attention to Spencer.

“I know you know it's been me leaving these, but I brought you in another one,” he says softly, placing the rock in her hand and sticking the note to the shelf where it would end up.

“oh my gosh, Spencer?” She placed her free hand on her heart as she looked at the rock.

“You looked upset?”

She stands and pulls him into a hug, he can feel all the eyes on him as he holds her back, letting his chin rest on her shoulder as she squeezes him.

“Thank you,” she whispered as she pulled back, awkwardly smiling at him as she also noticed everyone staring.

“Always,” he smiled back, hand still resting on her arm. “Um, I have a case I need to get to.”

“Of course, good luck,” she smiled.

He pulls the tiger's eye out of his shirt pocket, showing her that he still had it, “kinda hard not to have good luck with this.”

She bit back a smile, her eyes gleaming as she took a deep breath through her nose. Releasing the same feelings he was keeping inside, allowing both their butterflies to swarm out together.

—

He loved when they had cases in Virginia. Being able to stay in the bullpen and work was relaxing, it was easier to think where he felt safe.

He was working on the geo profile all alone, a huge map stretched across a clear case board as he laid a yardstick across it. Drawing a thick red line with marker over it, in his own little world as he worked away.

He doesn’t realize she’s standing there too until she’s lightly pressing her hand on his back.

“Hey,” she whispers softly. “It’s 10 pm, thought you’d like a coffee?” She places the purple mug on his desk with her purse, turning her attention back to what he’s doing.

“Thank you, I’m almost done here,” he says softly, finishing the red triangle he was making on the map.

“I’ve always found it fascinating how you do this,” she complimented him. “You’re so careful.”

“Like baking, it’s an exact science,” he smiled softly.

It made her giggle slightly, placing her hand back on his back as she moved in closer to look. He wanted her to stay there forever, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to focus. He tried his best to steady his hand as he finished the line.

Putting the yardstick back down and turning to her, she doesn’t move her hand, instead, softly moving to rest on his arm as she stands close to him. “How are you?”

He feels nervous for some reason, it’s not like she hasn’t been this close to him before. It’s just that she’s close and she smells wonderful and he wonders if her lips would be a better wake-up call than the coffee she brought.

He realizes he’s staring at her lips when he licks his own, “I’m good,” he furrows his brow and clears his throat with a nod.

She smirks at him, “how come you’re the only one still here? Hotch said it could wait till tomorrow?”

“I was waiting for you,” he admits, “but I got carried away setting this up, I never heard you come in?”

“Cause I didn’t,” she scrunches her nose slightly as she straightens her stance. “I saw you working hard and went right to get you a coffee.”

“You’re wonderful,” he blushes as the words slip out, trying his best to keep eye contact when all he wants to do is kiss her.

She pats his arm slightly as she backs up a little, grabbing her bag from where she set it on his desk. “I’m going to set up for the night, come talk to me before you leave?”

“Of course,” he says as she walks away, letting out a small sigh as he realizes just how badly he wants her.

He never gets to talk to her before he leaves, she’s on the phone when hotch comes storming in. Saying something about another body and making Reid leave with him. He’s busy for 3 days straight, thinking about her with every free thought he’s able to squeeze in.

He carries the rock from her in his pocket everywhere he goes; in his pants beside his keys, in his bag with his books, in his breast pocket, over his heart, behind a bulletproof vest. Feeling it press against his chest, a part of her keeping him safe where ever he went.

They finish the case with minimal damage, Spencer specifically making sure that Derek leaves all the doors on the hinges for Y/N’s sake, cleaning up any messes they make so she won’t have to hear about it over the phone. They all notice that he’s doing it for her, quietly appreciating the fact that Spencer is happy for a change, that there’s a glimmer of hope in his eyes again.

He arrives back at Quantico 30 minutes before her shift starts. Everyone else is packing up for the day while he sits at his desk, reading to occupy the time before she comes in.

Only she doesn’t.

30 minutes pass and she’s nowhere to be seen, it’s only 9:02 by the time he starts to panic. Wondering if she’s okay, hoping she’s just in the elevator or grabbing a coffee that’s actually good, somewhere outside of the office.

“Reid,” he hears Hotch calling him from his office door. “She just called in, her grandmother passed away last night so she won't be in.”

“Oh,” he furrows his brow, looking at him with confusion. “How did you know?”

“Penelope,” he smiles. “She’s still here too, and she knows where Y/N lives.”

“It wouldn’t be weird to go see if she’s okay?”

Hotch just smiles at him again, “go see her, Reid.”

Getting her address from Penelope felt a little weird, but she writes it on a sticky note for him and he’s out the door before she can even pry into what he’s going to say. Which is good, because he doesn’t know yet.

It’s late, but he stops by the little rock store on his way to her house. Seeing the lights still on and the same man from before behind the counter.

“Welcome back,” he’s overly cheerful for it being so late. “How did she like them?”

“She likes the ones I’ve given her so far,” he smiles, looking over the wall himself this time for the right one.

Scanning past every emotion and affirmation known to man as he looked around, picking out a beautiful pink Rhodonite for healing grief, supposedly acting as a hug from emotional troubles. And a Rainbow Moonstone for inner peace, harmony and strength.

“She’s lost someone recently?” He asks as Spencer places them on the counter.

“Her grandmother,” he says softly. “These are good, right?”

“They’ll be perfect, we also have amethyst bracelets, they’re good for healing and drawing in positive energy,” he points towards the small display of bracelets. Small purple stones separated with small gold beads.

He picks up 2 of them, placing them on the counter as well.

“Is she still just a crush?”

Spencer laughs lightly, “unfortunately.”

“She might be more after this,” he smirks, ringing him up. “I’ll give you a 2 for one deal on everything, I have a feeling you’ll be in a lot.”

Spencer thanks him as he pays, picking out a small purple bag for the rocks and bracelet. Placing one on his own wrist before leaving. Also picking up some cookie dough ice cream and a card at the corner store just beside her apartment. Remembering all the times Penelope, JJ or Emily has mentioned it being the best ice cream for crying.

He takes a very deep breath before knocking on her door, hoping to every god out there that she doesn’t find this incredibly inappropriate and weird.

“Spencer?” He hears her voice before she even opens the door, looking out the peephole at him.

She whips the door open, eyes puffy and swollen as she looks at him in shock. She’s in a big sweater and shorts, tears dripping down her cheeks as she shakes her head at him.

“I thought you could use some cheering up?” He awkwardly smiles, holding the ice cream up for her to see.

She wraps her arms around his middle, burying her face against his coat. Still crying as she holds him, he holds her with his free hand, shushing her as he presses his cheek to her head.

She pulls back with a sniffle, “come in,” she offers with an arm out, ushering him inside the small room as she closes the door.

He takes his shoes off, handing her the ice cream so he can take off his coat and satchel too. “This isn’t weird right?”

“Not at all,” she laughs slightly through the awkwardness. “You don’t know how much it means to me that you care this much.”

“I brought something for you,” he says as he struggles to dig everything out of his pocket.

He hands her the card and the little purple bag, seeing the overwhelming glance grow on her face. Her eyes grew wide as he mouth opened, speechless.

She opened the card first, reading the passage about grief that was already provided. Dealing with grief was something Spencer knew too well, adding something a little special to the bottom of the card.

“To live in hearts we left behind is not to die,” -Thomas Campbell. As long as you remember her, with a smile on your face and love in your heart, she will always be with you ♥︎ Spencer

She wipes her tears with her forearm, placing the card on the counter beside the ice cream before she opens the bag. She pulls out the bracelet first, absolute shock on her face.

“Spencer?” Is all she can say, in a high squeak as she shakes her head at him.

“I didn’t want you to be sad,” he says softly, stepping into her space and placing a hand on her arm. “I love seeing you smile, and I thought this could help.

He takes the bracelet from her grasp and places it over her hand. Resting it on her wrist softly, straightening it out against her sweater as she notices the matching on over his shirt sleeve.

“Oh this is so cute,” she swoons. “thank you, really Spencer.”

“And there are some rocks for grief healing in there too, one is supposedly like an emotional hug which should heal the grief and sorrow, and the other is more for inner peace and harmony,” he rambles away, not wanting her to miss anything.

She pours the rocks from the bag, into her hand, looking them over silently with a smile, “they’ll look great on my desk.”

“The purple looks nice on you too,” he compliments her, watching her eyes drift up to him.

She places the rocks on the counter before wrapping her arms around him once more. This time he’s able to actually hold her back, tight as possible as he rubs his hand over her back.

She smells like home, clean laundry and happiness. She’s soft and warm, he holds her perfectly against his chest, like she was a missing puzzle piece that someone finally found under the table, she fits into his life like she was supposed to be there.

She kisses his cheek softly before she pulls back, causing him to pull her into a real kiss on impulse. Connecting their lips as she sighs into the contact, melting into his grasp as she kisses him back.

Her lips are soft, fitting between his own gently as she breathes him in. Her hands reach up to grip his cheeks, kissing him again and again, placing pecks to his lips and cheeks with her eyes closed as he giggles.

“Thank you,” she whispers against his lips, “for everything.”

“I’d do anything for you,” he whispers back, kissing her one last time before she pulls away.

“I was actually about to smoke some weed on the fire escape and probably cry some more,” she laughs lightly. “would you like to join me?”

“I’ll stick with a bowl of ice cream,” he smiled awkwardly.

“Nice one,” she laughs as she opens the ice cream.

“What?”

“Oh, you didn’t even get the reference you made,” she laughs lightly, “to get high you smoke a bowl, so…”

It makes him smile, “I'm a comedian part-time.”

He makes her laugh again, loving the sound of her giggle replacing the tears. “Why aren’t you this funny at work?”

He thinks about it for a little, watching her scoop the ice cream into two bowls, “it’s a little hard to make jokes when people's lives are on the line, I know everyone else does but I get too focused.”

“They probably wouldn’t appreciate your jokes even if you did make them,” she says as she handed him a bowl with a spoon. “They’re kind of mean to you, in a family way but it still sucks sometimes to overhear.”

She walks into the living area then, grabbing a few blankets and opening the window to the fire escape. Crawling out to sit on the ledge, waiting for him.

“I don’t mind it,” he says as he finally sits down beside her.

She places the blanket over their laps, both of them sitting criss-cross applesauce as they ate.

“Do you like your job?” She asks him, just like he once asked her.

“Most of the time,” he nodded as he got brain freeze. The cold air, the cold ice cream, everything that was catching up to him as he scrunched his face up at the feeling.

She laughs at him only a bit before she’s also attacked by the brain freeze, holding the vein in her neck as she chokes out another laugh, trying to warm up the blood going to her head so the pain would stop.

They’re both just a mess of giggles together, unable to say any words as they let it all out. She leans her head on his shoulder lightly as they calm down to just soft chuckles. He presses his cheek against her head.

“Thank you, Spencer,” it sounds like she’s crying a bit. “My grandma was a lovely woman, she’d be glad I’m laughing right now.”

He reached out a hand for her to hold over the blanket. She interlocked their fingers softly, both cold from holding their ice cream bowls.

“If she was anything like you, I’m sure she was the most wonderful woman,” he says softly, not intending to make her cry but having a feeling he might.

“Would you be interested in holding me on the couch while I cry?” She asked softly, tears in her eyes as she looked up at him.

“Whatever you need, I’m here for you.”

—

He’s late for work the next morning.

Waking up to the smell of coffee, opening his eyes to a strange view. He’s on a couch he doesn’t recognize in a room he doesn’t know too well.

Then he remembers, they ended up cuddled up on the couch. He wakes up to the memory of her on his chest, crying softly as they listened to some music, he ran his hand over her back while she went through it all, blessed to have his support.

He fell asleep under her at some point, waking up alone with a blanket laid over him. He sat up to see her in the kitchen, pouring coffee into a travel mug.

“Good, you’re awake,” she smiles at him. “Coffee is ready, I uh, I have this button-up shirt from a guy friend, if you wanted to wear that to work today? So they don’t think you stayed here?”

“That’s smart,” he replies as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

Getting up, he uses the bathroom, changes and takes that coffee from her. He’s not expecting her to kiss him on the lips at the door, but she sends him off to work like an old housewife.

He doesn’t want to pull away from her, keeping her pressed against him as he leans in for 4 more kisses before she finally pushes him out into the hallway with a laugh, “get to work!”

“Fine,” he sighs, “are you going to be in tonight?”

“Yeah,” she smiles, “funeral is in West Virginia next week, so I’ll be in until then.”

“I’ll see you later?”

She nods slightly with a soft smile, “you’ll be seeing a lot of me soon, Spencer.”

“Good,” he winks at her before heading down the hallway and towards the street entrance.

He sighs as he walks outside, resting his back against the apartment complex door, taking a moment to think about everything that just happened, the night of company and the wonderful send-off.

It was something he could get used to.

He rushes into the briefing room when he arrives at Quantico, sitting down with his coffee and pretending he wasn’t late. Listening carefully to JJ’s presentation of the case as he flips through everything he missed already.

“Wheels up in 30,” he heard Hotch say as he zoned back in. “Nice of you to join us, Reid.”

“I know that travel mug from somewhere,” Derek said as he stared at Spencer, who was taking a sip to avoid the awkwardness.

“Hmm?” He played dumb.

“That’s Y/N’s. She washes it every morning when she leaves to go home, I see her do it every morning,” his eyes open wide. “Holy shit.”

“Isn’t that the same tie and slacks from yesterday?” Emily teased him as well.

“Her grandma died, I brought her ice cream and slept on the couch okay?” He all but yelled, flailing his arms slightly so they’d all back off.

Derek reached his fist out for him to pound it, “good man.”

Then Penelope noticed the bracelet, “did she get you that?”

He sunk his hand into his pocket then, “no.”

“What?” Emily and JJ asked in unison, straining their necks to try and get a good look at what she was talking about.

He nervously held his arm out for them, showing them the purple bracelet resting over the sleeve of his shirt. “I got one for her too, it’s for healing and peace. It’s what she needs right now.”

“Oh, so you love her,” Derek smiles as he teases him. Making everyone else in the room swoon slightly.

“Okay and?”

“Oh my god!” Most of them shout at him, embarrassing him to no end. He was so glad she wasn’t at work this morning or else she would be able to hear this from her desk.

“Did you kiss her?” Rossi pries, asking what everyone else was thinking.

He scrunches his face, pushing his glasses up slightly as he clears his throat, “a few times.”

“Is she your girlfriend?” JJ kept the questions coming.

“Not yet,” he said softly. “Kinda weird to walk into her apartment while she cries to say ‘hey sorry about the death in your family, want to date me?’”

“Yeah,” Emily agrees, shrugging lightly. “At least she knows you like her now, it’s been what? 2 years?”

“2 years, 3 months, 17 days and 43 minutes,” he confirms with a small nod and pressed lips.

“Gross,” Derek teases him.

“The plane is leaving in 10 minutes,” Hotch cut into their fun.

Making them all gather their things and continue the interrogation in the elevator, and eventually on the plane, and in the police precinct. Even Penelope called him in the middle of everything to bug him about her.

The questions were never-ending, everyone wanted to know how they even started talking, who made the first move, how he plans to ask her out. They were relentless, he almost regretted admitting to anything.

They bug him all throughout the day, all the way until they’re arriving back at the BAU late that same night. He almost doesn’t want to go back to the bullpen and see her with all of them, knowing they were going to follow and say something.

She’s waiting in the hall when the elevator doors open, a pressed-lipped smile on her face, “bad news.”

“Another one?” Hotch sighs, “have Garcia send us the info. Be at the table in 10.” He pushes his way out of the elevator, passed them all as they stare at Y/N.

“Hi?” She awkwardly waves at them all, showing off the bracelet on her wrist.

“See ya, Spence,” JJ and Emily say as they matt his shoulder, dragging Derek and Rossi towards the bullpen doors.

“Sorry,” he apologizes for them softly, stepping into her space.

She wraps him up in a quick hug, keeping one arm around his waist as she guides him towards the bullpen, “it’s fine, they’re going to have to get used to us being together.”

“Together?” He repeats her words.

“I only cry on my boyfriend's shoulders, if you're up for the title?” She teases him softly, pinching his side as they walk towards the doors.

“Can I frame “Dr. Spencer Reid, Y/N’s boyfriend” beside my Ph.D.’s?” He keeps his hand on her shoulder, holding each other slightly as they walk towards her desk. He felt like one of those kids who wouldn’t let go of their girlfriend's hand in the school hallway, attached to her at the hip.

“I’ll make one for you while you’re gone,” she laughs lightly.

They stop at her desk where he sees all rocks he got her collecting on the shelf, as well as a cup of coffee and his favourite kind of donut.

“Thought you deserved something nice too,” she says as she nudges his side.

He kisses her on the cheek as a thank you, “you’re welcome,” she smiles to herself. A feeling of pride growing in both their chests.

“See you later?” He asks as he picks up the coffee and donut, walking away slowly as she smiles at him.

“Come home to me safely, Doctor Reid,” her voice is just loud enough for everyone in the briefing room, where everyone is waiting at the window, watching them, deciding to put on a show in return.

He stops on the steps to look at her softly, “I’d fight a thousand unsubs to come home to you.”

“I’ll leave the light on,” she blows a kiss at him, making him blush a deep red.

He waves, making his way up the steps and into the briefing room. A smile on his face, heart thumping in his chest, all the support in the world swarming around him as everyone patted him on the back.

That tiger’s eye really did bring him good luck and happiness, and her name was Y/N.

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

My Birthday Supernatural Dabbles for Readers and Followers

Today is my birthday and I thought I would give YOU a present. I am still getting the hang of writing, so I thought I would try this out. Please read the instructions below and send me an ASK. It may take me a few days but I will get to all my asks regarding this.

Below is a list of prompts and a list of Supernatural main and supporting characters that I will write for.

Instructions: Please provide one to thee (1-3) prompts and which character(s), one to three (1-3) of them a well. If it’s a preferred ‘ship,’ please let me know and I will do my best. 😊

Characters: (choose up to 3)

Reader

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Bobby Singer

Castiel

Charlie

Mary Winchester

Crowley

Sheriff Jody Mills

Claire

Alex

Rowena

Prompts: (choose up to 3)

I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.

Why are you helping me?

You could have gotten yourself killed! (But I didn’t!)

You have to leave. Right now.

Trust me.

You’re in love with her.

Watch me

I don’t believe you

It’s okay I’m here

Everything is okay

I’m going to protect you

Why can’t you love me back?

I have nothing left to give.

How could you do this to me? After all we’ve been through.

I can’t stop thinking about you.

This isn’t your fault okay? I promise.

I’m scared. What if someone finds out about us?

What were you thinking?

Don’t you know who I am? (Yeah, I just don’t care.)

I can’t believe you would do this to me! After everything I’ve done for you!

I can’t even look at you!

Stop coming back

I thought we were family.

There was never an us.

Do you want me to stop?

I fucked up. (No shit).

You’re hurting me.

I can’t live without you

You can’t sleep yet kid. I need you to stay awake.

If something were to happen to you… I don’t think I could take it.

Why not? (Because I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt.)

If I never see you again, just know that I love you.

Was I really that drunk?

I made a bet. I lost..

Whose side are you on?!

I wish you were here.

Pretend to be my date.

I can explain.

I’m sick of being useless, let me help.

I thought you were dead.

You look cute when you’re sleepy.

I can’t lose you.

Shh. Stop fussing I’m just braiding your hair

I might have slept with your robe while you were gone

You are my new pillow

It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway

I heard you talking in your sleep

We’ll do dishes together

Did you just kiss me?

I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water

Why do you run away from your problems all the time?

You can’t keep it all inside you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good

You’re not good for me

I had to get new bedding because I couldn’t lay in it without you there.

Our song came on and I needed to talk to you after I heard it

You made that choice, not me. You’re in this alone

Picnic date

It’s been too long since you really laughed/smiled

Back then I lied when I told you I didn’t love you. You needed to move on from me… I needed to protect you from me

Quit trying to fix me when you need to just fix yourself

What are you doing in my shirt? (I’m cold)

I want you. Only you.

Don’t shut me out

Give me one single reason why I shouldn’t leave

Are you drunk?

People are staring

How much of that did you see?

You’re mine.

Make me

I’d keep quiet unless you want to get caught

Instead of staring you could join.

Oh bite me. (Where?)

Don’t make me pull over… that’s it.

The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh or face

I’m going to remember this moment when I’m jerking off later (why not find me for the real thing?)

Let’s add to your mind porn collection

Can I?

Please, Sir/Ma’am/Daddy

If you don’t like me teasing then why are you moaning?

Pay attention to me

Say…Sir,understood?

If only you knew

What the hell?

Truth or dare?

I’m going to enjoy this far too much.

Tag list:

@fluffiest-dreams @myloversgone @riley-phoenix

[souichioneshots]

Grim Reaper 【Souichi x Reader】 (Fluff)

Souichi claims he's been cursed. Now everything he touches dies! However, that doesn't stop him from spending time with you. Can you hold back from touching the boy and dying? Let's find out~~~!! ahahaha

(I think this counts as affectionate!reader but idk lol)

Souichi carefully held onto the drink in his hand as he sat back down in between your legs.

Resting his body against your soft chest, you wrapped your arms around his waist. He was completely engulfed by your love. Although he was a bit embarrassed at first by how affectionate you could be, it had become a habit for him to want to be so close to you all the time.

【And now back to ‘DEATH’S ASSISTANT’】

Souichi took a sip of his drink as the show you two had been hooked on recently started back up.

It was a Japanese drama about a Grim Reaper who had been assigned a foreign assistant. Apparently, they fell for one another as soon as their eyes met. Every day they tell each other how much they love one another, but because of Death’s curse, he is unable to touch his love. The show depicts their everyday work lives. Showing how far they would go for one another to prove their love, but never being able to be truly affectionate. Souichi wasn’t really into these types of lovey-dovey dramas, but the supernatural antics that it included drew him in deeper and deeper.

【Assistant, we cant! You know if we touch, you’ll die!】

【I would risk dying a million times just to feel your lips pressed against mine even just once, Death~.】

“Guuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!”

Souichi laughed as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck. The scene was so cheesy and overdone, but you loved it. For a morbid girl, you really were a sucker for love stories.

“You’re gonna miss the show if you don’t look up.” Souichi chuckle and patted your head.

Resting your chin on his shoulder, you continued to watch the last few minutes left of the drama.

“Death really outdid it with his outfit today, huh?” Souichi commented.

In today’s episode, Death had been wearing a bright red suit with a black suit-shirt instead of his usual black suit and black tie.

“I think it really suits him.”

“You think everything suits him.”

“Of course. If you’re handsome, then anything and everything looks good on you.”

Souichi lifted his shoulder up towards his head, squishing your face against him.

“Owwww Owowowow!!”

“What’s so handsome about that old actor?”

Souichi finally released the pressure, allowing you to relax.

Pulling your head away from his body, you rubbed your cheeks.

“Hmm…Well, for one his eyes are absolutely beautiful. Thin, sharp, and the dark circles around them make him look so mysterious. And his dark, wavy hair looks so soft! I just want to run my hands through it as mess it up even more.”

Souichi couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as you described what you found attractive about the ‘dreamy man’ on the television. He honestly felt like you were just describing him. He knew you must have a type, but he didn’t think it would be this similar to him every time. You must have felt like you won the jackpot with him.

“But what I really like is the fact that he’s always wearing a suit.” Wrapping your arms back around his waist, you squeezed him a bit “You can tell his assistant also thinks the same thing because she's always staring at him. She just wants to touch him soooo much. But she knows she'll die if she does! Haa~~ I love it!”

Souichi hummed in amusement as he listened to you speak.

Seeing that he fit all the other conditions you looked for in a guy, Souichi thought of a perfect way he could use this little fantasy you love so much for his amusement.

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When the next night came, Souichi quickly got to preparing himself. He had asked if he could go over to watch a movie tonight.

He usually didn’t pay much attention to what he wore whenever he hung out alone with you. But tonight, he decided to mix things up a bit.

Making sure he had everything he needed in his pockets, Souichi set off to your house.

Creepily excited laughter slipped from the boy’s lips as he walked down the street by himself. He couldn’t wait to see your reaction when you laid your eyes upon him.

Finally reaching your front door, he knocked.

“Good evening~” Souichi greeted as you opened the door.

Before you could greet the boy back, you froze. Your mouth gaped open and your eyes widened as you looked upon your boyfriend.

“S…SS..S-Suit..Suitsuitsuit…” You brought your hands up to your face, unsure where to place them. This was the first time you had ever seen him wearing such an outfit before.

Finally bringing your hands out towards Souichi, you tried to touch him.

“Ah!” Souichi quickly jumped back. “You can’t.”

A look of worry and confusion grew on your face as the boy rejected your touch.

“Remember when I called you this morning and said I might have messed up a curse?”

You shook your head yes.

“Well, it turns out that as a side effect, whatever I touch now dies almost immediately.”

Leaning against the doorframe, you looked at the boy with a smile of disbelief.

“You’re just copying ‘Death’s Assistant’ aren’t you.”

Souichi hated how well you could read him. But that didn’t mean he was going to admit that you were right. At least not right now.

“No! I swear.” Sliding one hand into his suit pocket, he leaned down onto the grass that covered your front yard. “Every time I touch something as delicate as a flower…” Pulling out his hand from his pocket, he placed it over a daisy that had been growing for some time. “Well... This happens.” Moving back up, Souichi revealed that the flower he touched had shriveled up and died.

“No way…” You whispered as he allowed the dead flower to trickle onto the palm on your hands.

“Yeah…It’s a bummer.” Placing his foot over the real flower still planted in the ground, he tried to hide the evidence. “But I’m sure this curse will wear off by next week. 2 weeks at most.”

You quickly moved to the side as Souichi let himself into your home.

“What are you doing? Wouldn’t it be dangerous for us to be together right now?”

“I’m sure we’ll be fine. As long as we don’t touch that is.” Giving you a smile, Souichi kicked off his shoes and made his way down to your bedroom.

As the raven-haired boy walked down the hall, he moved his hands close to the wall, just barely coming into contact with the wallpaper. He honestly thought it would be really cool if he could make the wallpaper roll up and crumble into pieces just from touching it. Just like in the drama. Perhaps there really was a curse out there that would give him that ability.

Finally reaching your room, he took ahold of the door handle and gestured for you to go in first. Being in a suit really did make him feel like more of a gentleman. It was kind of fun.

Sitting on your bed, Souichi watched as you set up the DVD player.

He tried to hold back his foolish laughter as he thought about how miserable you were going to be all night from not being able to touch him.

You. The girl who could barely go 5 minutes without at least leaning against his shoulder, was now being forced to keep her hands to herself in order to avoid never waking up again.

This was gonna be hilarious.

“So, lemme ask you.” You pulled the boy out of his own little world as you sat on the bed with him. “Why the suit?”

“The suit? Oh. Umm…” Souichi’s mind froze for a second. He was going to say an excuse that all his other clothes suddenly turn to dust when he touched them, but now that sounded extremely stupid and unbelievable. Especially since he was able to touch your bedsheets with no problem. “…To match the whole ‘death’ theme...”

“Oh~ That makes sense. Always gotta be prepared for a funeral when everything you touch dies, right?”

“Exactly!”

Souichi let out a small sigh of relief as you commented an equally believable reason for the suit. He was glad you were almost always on the same level as him.

Finally dropping the subject, you pressed the button on the remote for the movie to play.

Souichi tapped his finger against the bed in annoyance as you kept a good amount of distance from him. It didn’t seem like you would try to touch him any time soon.

Looks like he needed to take things up a notch if he wanted to have some real fun.

Leaning forward, he swiftly took off his black jacket. You quickly ducked as his hand almost came in contact with your head.

Leaning his arm on your pillow, he relaxed his body. A single nail stayed poking out from between his lips, making it look like he was smoking.

Souichi couldn't help but smile as he saw you take quick glances at him. Your eyes kept moving from his pants to his white suit shirt, and finally to his face. He could see a blush spread across your cheeks as you quickly turned away from him, avoiding his gaze. You looked completely head over heels for him.

Sliding to the side, you leaned ever so close to the boy.

“Does the ‘being killed on the spot’ rule apply even over clothes~?” A blush spread across his pale face as you whispered in his ear, making sure not to come into direct contact with his shoulder. He could see your hand hovering over his suit pants, craving to touch the expensive-looking material.

Did you really not believe him or were you just begging to die?

Moving a bit away from you, he replied. “Probably not a good idea. Haven’t tested that out yet…” He let out a little laugh as he mentioned how awkward it would be for him to have to wake up your family and tell them that he killed you by accident.

Souichi looked from the corner of his eyes as you let out a small sigh and moved back into your own little space. This sudden rule of no touching looked like it was taking a toll on you.

Honestly, he was expecting you to be a bit more excited by this situation. After all, this was one of your favorite fantasies. To love one another, but never be able to touch unless you were willing to die on the spot. You should be spewing cheesy lines like in the drama, not sulking.

Moving the nails against his teeth, he tried to think of a way to fix things. After all, this wouldn’t be fun if you got too sad and decided to stop acting like your usual self halfway through the night.

Moving his arm out towards you, he pulled on the edge of his suit jacket.

“I think it’d be fine if you held onto this though…” He turned his face to the side, trying to hide his blush as you smiled once again.

Throughout the movie, Souichi kept his arm up in the air as you happily held onto his jacket. His body felt oddly unsatisfied from not being properly touched by you. But, this was his own fault for deciding to go through with such a cold prank.

You both stayed surprisingly calm and silent as the movie played on.

Souichi kept the nails in his mouth pressed tightly against his teeth as he kept his eyes on the screen. The movie you chose wasn’t half bad at all. The effects, the props, the acting. All very realistic. To be expected from new foreign movies.

However, this feeling of calmness didn’t last long as an unnecessarily long make-out scene between the main characters had started up again. Another specialty of foreign horror movies. The acting for these scenes just had to be extremely believable as well…

Souichi tensed up a bit as he felt you let go of his jacket, finally allowing him to rest his hand back down near his body.

It wasn’t that he disliked these types of scenes. But something about watching them alone with you always made him feel a bit restless.

Souichi moved his legs closer to his body, trying to get in a more comfortable position. He really regretted starting this whole ‘touch me and you’ll die’ prank now.

Pulling on the black-tie wrapped around his neck, he tried to calm himself down.

“People get really horny right before they die, huh?…”

Souichi noticed you jolt a bit at the sound of his voice. All he got in response from you was a little ‘yeah’ and an awkward laugh.

As the teens on the screen started to undress, Souichi noticed you also start to fidget around in your spot. You looked like you wanted to sit closer to him, but you knew you couldn’t.

Shakily bringing your hand over his leg again, you whispered. “Are you sure I’ll die if I touch you over your clothes?...”

This time he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just moved his leg closer to you, giving you an okay to try and touch him.

He watched as you cautiously placed the tips of your fingers on his knee. You let out a sigh of relief as you realized you were going to die from touching him over his clothes.

Careful not to accidentally touch any part of his body not covered by his clothes, you turned towards his.

Pinching the fabric of his suit jacket, you pulled his hand up. Souichi’s heartbeat sped up as you moved his bare hand to touch your clothed breast.

“Looks like it works both ways. As long as your skin doesn’t come into direct contact with mine, I’ll be just fine.”

Souichi’s eyes followed your hands as they moved back towards his pants once more.

You were really pushing the envelope.

But, if you were gonna play like that, then he saw no harm in playing along as well.

Sliding his hand down from your chest to your waist, he pulled you to come closer to him.

“That means we can’t do anything more than this though…” Souichi whisper as he inched his face closer to yours. “We should stop now before we do something that can’t be undone.” He teased you with lies, practically ordering you to go further.

“You don’t wanna die from one of my curses, do you?”

“It’d be a blessing to die from one of your curses…”

Something within Souichi switched on as he heard you whisper your confession to him. That felt like the most romantic thing you'd ever said to him.

Without saying another word, Souichi pressed his lips against yours. To think he was the one who ended up not being able to hold back from you this time.

Suddenly, pressing your hands against his shoulder, you pushed yourself away from the kiss.

“Agk! My heart!” Holding your hand against your chest, you threw yourself back to lay on the bed. “I…I!!! Gah…”

Souichi couldn’t help but laugh as you pretended to die in an over-exaggerated manner.

You opened one of your eyes, looked at the boy, and then closed it again. Souichi could see you trying your best to hold back a smile as you laid perfectly still.

“You knew I wasn’t cursed the entire time, didn’t you?”

“...Was it that obvious?” You laughed a bit as you finally sat back up.

“When did you figure out I was lying?”

“Hmm~”

You just hummed and swayed your head side to side. Not telling him when you knew for a fact he was not actually cursed.

“If I can be honest, you should have said something more believable for the suit. Then maybe I would have believed you completely." Leaning up against the boy you thought for a second. "Like umm... All your other clothes disintegrated the second you touched them. But because you've worn this suit to a funeral before, it was the only thing that stayed intact."

"Ahh!! I swear I was gonna say that!!"

You let out a hum and looked at the boy once again with a smile of disbelief.

"I swear!"

Getting up from the bed, he put on his suit jacket again.

"Let's restart." He sat back down on the edge of your bed. "Ask me why I'm wearing a suit."

"Okay." You also moved to sit on the edge, next to him. "Hey, Souichi. Why are you--" Unconsciously, your hand brushed up against his. "AGK!" You threw your body back and pretended to die again.

"No!! Y/N!!" He picked you up by your shoulders and forced you to sit back up. "Again."

As his hands moved away from your shoulders, he accidentally touched your neck. Making you jump back again.

"Agggkk!!"

"Stop dying!!" He yelled as you held your hand up to your neck and pretended to choke and die.

Souichi let out a loud groan as you continued to laugh at his frustrated expression.

This prank wasn't as funny as he thought it would be.

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Please Say That You're Joking (Pt.1) - Chuck Shurley Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Please Say You're Joking (Pt. 1) [You can read part 2 by clicking here!]

Pairing: Chuck Shurley X Winchester!Reader

Requested: Nope

Word Count: 2,930 words

Warning(s): mentions of sex, threats of violence

Summary: (Season 4; Season 11) (Y/n) had a single one-night stand while coping with loss in a not healthy way... if only they had a clue about the weight of their actions.

Author's Note: I was recently going back through some of the "lighter" episodes of Supernatural because I wanted to watch something I could chuckle at. That's where this came from.

This might be the most crackheaded thing I've written in a while.

Also, the amount of things I had to bullshit my way through this is actually ridiculous.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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Sam, Dean, and I walked into the motel room. We were all confused and slightly scared.

We had gone to a comic book shop to do some work on a case. However, we were then called fans.

Fans of what?

Well, fans of a series of books about our lives.

I was the middle Winchester child. Two years younger than Dean, two years older than Sam. I was beyond confused when I saw some weird, romanticized version of me on the cover of a book.

"This is so weird," I mumbled, plopping onto one of the beds in the room.

Sam jumped onto his laptop and started researching. Dean was holding one of the books, reading through it. I didn't even want to touch it.

"I don't like how he describes (Y/n)," Dean commented. "It's weird. It's like he's in love. Listen to this..."

Dean dramatically clears his throat and starts to read in an even more dramatic voice, "'Even after a hard hunt, (Y/n) could easily be seen as the most beautiful of the siblings. They mimicked the beauty of their mother more than their brothers. There's no bruise or cut that could take the loveliness away from the natural curves of (Y/n)'s face. If only they could see how everyone else would stare-"

"Okay, ew," I muttered, walking to the table. "What'd you find?"

"Well, it seems like Carver Edlund is a pen name," Sam shrugged. "And the fans are intense."

"As in," Dean asked, closing the book and joining the two of us at the table.

"Well," Sam handed me the laptop so Dean and I could look at it, "there's fanfiction. About all of us."

"What's this, 'Sam/Dean'," I asked.

"It's... me and Dean... together."

"They just don't care that we're related," Dean asked. Sam nodded.

"God, this is so weird."

"So, how do we find this guy," I asked.

--time skip--

We managed to find the publisher of the novels and found her house.

"So, you published the 'Supernatural' books," I asked as we walked in.

"Yep," she nodded. "Yeah, gosh. These books... they never really got the attention that they deserved. All anybody wants to read anymore is that romance crap."

"Could not agree with you more," I said. "We're hoping that our article can shine a light on an underappreciated series."

"Yeah, because, you know, if we got a little bit of good press, then maybe we can start publishing again," she replied excitedly.

"No, no, no," Dean immediately shut her down. "I mean, why... why would you want to do that? It's such a complete series with Dean going to hell and all."

"Oh my god, that was one of my favorite ones," she rambled. "Dean was so strong and sad and brave. And Sam... I mean... the best ones are when they cry... like in 'Heart' when Sam had to kill Madison; the first woman since Jessica he'd really loved. When Dean had to call John in 'Home' and ask him for help. Or when (Y/n) went back to the motel room after getting kidnapped and just had to sit in their own head and had to truly process not only the death of their mother but now their father. The mixed feelings were amazing."

"You're a really big fan," I noted. She nodded.

"Gosh, if only real men were that open about their emotions."

"Real men," Dean asked.

"I mean, no offense," she replied. "How often do you cry like that?"

"Well, right now I'm crying on the inside," he muttered.

"Is that supposed to be funny?"

"Lady, this whole thing is funny."

"How am I supposed to know this is legit?"

"Oh, trust me," Dean mumbled. "We're legit."

"Well, I don't want some smart-ass article making fun of my boys," she snapped as she sat in her chair.

"Oh, never," I replied quickly. "We actually are big fans."

"You read the books?"

"Cover to cover," I promised.

"What's the year and model of the car?"

"1967 Chevy Impala," Dean smiled proudly.

"What's May 2nd?"

"That's my- uh... Sam's birthday," Sam replied.

"Sam's score on the LSAT?"

"Umm... 174," Sam said nervously.

"(Y/n)'s first hunt?"

"Vampire in Washington," I answered. "Dean was at the motel sick and (Y/n) almost chopped John's head off when he scared them."

"(Y/n)'s favorite memory that's not related to hunting?"

I smiled, "Helping Sam get ready for a date when he was a teenager because Sam didn't trust what Dean had told him."

"Dean's favorite song?"

"It's a tie," Dean replied. "Between Zep's 'Ramble On' and 'Traveling Riverside Blues.'"

She finally laughed and smiled again, "Okay, okay. What do you wanna know?"

"What's Carver Edlund's real name," Sam asked.

"Oh, no. I can't," she shook her head.

"We just wanna talk to him," Sam continued. "You know, get the 'Supernatural' story in his own words."

"He's very private," she shrugged. "Like Salinger."

"Please," Sam tried again. "Like I said, we're um... big fans."

Sam unbuttoned his shirt enough to show his anti-possession tattoo. Dean pulled his shirt to the side to do the same. I rolled my eyes and yanked the arm of my jacket down and pulled up the sleeve of my t-shirt. I don't wear as many layers as them and I had opted to put the tattoo on my upper arm because I thought it looked nicer.

"Awesome," the lady mumbled before standing up. "Y'know what?"

I looked away as she pulled her pants down.

"I got one too."

"Wow, you are a fan," I slapped Dean's arm. The lady fixed her clothing before grabbing a pen and paper.

"Okay," she said. "His name's Chuck Shurley-"

And I stopped listening after that. I knew that name... why did I know that name... oh... oh no. I'm gonna kill him. We're going to meet this man and I am going to end up killing him.

I followed Sam and Dean as they started walking out of the woman's house.

"Excuse me," she called as we reached the door. We looked back at her. "I'm sorry, but you look exactly like how I picture (Y/n) when I read the books."

I chuckled, "Thanks."

"He describes (Y/n) with so much detail," she smiled. "You could play them in a movie."

"Thank you," I waved as we walked out.

"'You could play them in a movie,'" Dean teased.

"I know who Chuck is," I said, ignoring him.

"What," he asked. I nodded. "How?"

I pointed to get into the car. I got in the back seat and Sam and Dean sat upfront. Dean started driving to the address the lady gave us before I started speaking.

"Okay, when you went to hell, Sam's not the only one who ran off," I explained. "I wasn't gone for four months... just two weeks. In those two weeks, I got involved in a single one-night stand. The name he gave me was Chuck Shurley."

"You screwed the man who wrote books about us," Dean asked, sounding angry.

"Do you think I knew he was writing books based on our lives?"

"He had to have known who you are," Sam added. "This isn't an accident. He has to get visions or something."

"Yeah, I know," I nodded. "He made money off of my name and then screwed me."

"Damn," Dean mumbled. "I missed a hell of a lot."

I rolled my eyes.

--time skip--

I knocked on the door loudly. Sam grabbed my arm, shaking his head at me. The door was opened and I smiled obnoxiously as Chuck. He was in a robe, his boxers, and an old white shirt. He looked tired and like he hadn't had a goodnight's sleep in days.

"Chuck Shurley," Dean asked.

"Chuck Shurley that wrote the Supernatural books," Sam added.

"Nice to meet you," I said. "This is Sam... Dean... and I'm (Y/n)... the ones you've written books about."

Chuck sighed and went to shut the door. I stepped in, stopping it with my foot.

"Listen, I appreciate the enthusiasm, I really do and I remember you," he motioned at me, awkwardly grinning before seeming to shake the memories out of his head. I almost slapped him right then. "But please... go get a life."

"You see," Dean followed me, helping to force our way inside. Sam made sure the door shut behind us. "We have a life... and you're selling books about it."

"Okay, this isn't funny," Chuck mumbled.

"You're right," I said. "We just wanna know how you're doing it?"

"I'm just a writer, I'm not doing anything."

"Then why do you know so much about demons and tulpas and changelings?"

"Is this some kind of 'Misery' thing? Ah, it is, isn't it? It's a 'Misery' thing!"

"No, it's not," I shook my head. "Believe me, we're not fans."

"What do you want then," he asked.

"I'm Sam... and that's Dean and (Y/n)," Sam tried again.

"Those are fictional characters," Chuck yelled. "They aren't real!"

Dean grabbed him and pulled him outside.

"Wait, wait-"

"We aren't kidnapping you, calm down," I rolled my eyes. Dean opened the hidden compartment in the impala's trunk.

"Are those real guns?"

"Yes," I nodded. "And real rock salt, real fake IDs."

Chuck let out a laugh at it, "Well, I gotta hand it to you guys. You really are my number-one fans. That... That's awesome. So, I-I think I've got some poster in the house."

"Chuck, stop," I rolled my eyes, grabbing his arm as he went to walk away.

"Please don't hurt me," he begged.

"How much do you know," Sam asked. "Do you know about the angels? Or Lilith breaking the seals?"

"How do you know about that?"

"Have you not been listening," I asked. "The real question is how do you?"

"Because I wrote it," he explained.

"You kept writing?"

"The books never came out because the publisher went bankrupt," he furrowed his eyebrows.

I stepped back, letting go of his arms.

"Okay, wait a minute," Chuck crossed his arms. "This is some kind of joke, right? Did Phil put you up to this?"

"Oh my god," I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. I grabbed his robe. "I'm sorry but I'm really tired. Nice to meet you. I'm (Y/n) Winchester, these are my brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester. You wrote and published books about us, probably knew who I was, and then you still slept with me."

He stared at me in shock.

"What," I asked.

"The last names were never in the books," he mumbled. "I never told anyone about that. I never even wrote that down."

"Then I guess we have a lot to talk about," I let go of his robe.

The three of us followed him inside.

--time skip--

"I got a visit from Cas," Dean explained as he walked in. "I've some important information."

After talking to Chuck and getting a draft of what was supposed to happen, we were all panicking. Dean told us to wait here. Lilith was going to come for Sam and we both thought it'd be harder if there was more than one of us here at all times.

Now, Dean was coming back from seeing Chuck.

"And that important information is...," Sam trailed off.

"He's a prophet of the lord," Dean said, smirking at me.

I shut my eyes, letting my head fall forward.

"Please say you're joking," I mumbled.

"Nope," Dean replied.

Sam looked over at me. He only started chuckling after his brother broke.

Dean was laughing his head off within seconds, "You screwed a prophet!"

"Shut up," I groaned. "I'm gonna kill him!"

"Archangel will kill you."

"I'll happily pay that price," I muttered. "I slept with a prophet."

"At least that means he didn't write himself to sleep with you," Sam tried to comfort me.

"Yeah, God just decided I was supposed to sleep with the guy publishing books about my life," I replied sarcastically. "That makes me feel so much better."

"Come on, it could be worst-"

"Sam, love you, but don't finish that sentence if you even kind of value your life," I muttered.

I was desperate for this conversation to just end.

--time skip--

After all was said and done, and Chuck accidentally helped us chase Lilith away for a while, we gave Chuck a lift back to his place.

I followed him up to his door, offering to look around and make sure that he's safe. He shook his head.

"I have an archangel protecting me," he reminded me. "Can't get any safer than that."

I nodded.

"I'm sorry, by the way," he said. "About us. I didn't recognize you until after... it all... and I didn't say anything because I didn't really know how to explain it. The whole event makes me feel all scummy."

"It's alright," I replied with a chuckle. "It's fine, I promise."

He offered me a nervous smile, "Y'know, in all of my visions, you're the most vivid thing."

With a grin, I leaned over and kissed his cheek gently. I stepped back and headed back toward the impala. I made sure to take note of his nervous and flustered face.

"See you around, Chuck!"

"You... You too," he called after me. I got in the backseat and got comfortable.

"So... screwing the prophet wasn't that bad," Dean asked.

I just rolled my eyes, waving through the window at Chuck as Dean pulled away from the curb. Leave it to a Winchester to end up in a situation like that.

--time skip (season 11)--

Sam and I followed Dean with our guns ready. Dean was following the amulet that he had owned for a long time without even knowing it could show us where God was.

Everyone had been infected by Amara only minutes ago but now it was okay and Dean's amulet was glowing.

"Holy shit," I mumbled, seeing who was walking over to us.

Chuck.

He was supposed to be dead. That's why Kevin's prophet powers had been activated.

"No way," Dean said.

"Hey," Chuck... or God said. "We need to talk."

Despite our understandable hesitation, Chuck reached forward, teleporting all of us back to the bunker. I stepped away from him, slightly overwhelmed.

"(Y/n)," Chuck walked over and tried to grab my arm. I instinctually slapped him. I was nothing but confusion and anger. "I deserved that. Just, please?"

I stepped away again.

From behind Chuck stepped Kevin's ghost. My breath caught in my throat. The poor boy had been through so much shit because of us.

Kevin told us about how we looked stressed and that we should listen to Chuck.

Then, Chuck waved his hand. Kevin turned into a ball of white and blue light before ascending beyond the bunker.

"Where'd he go," I asked.

"Heaven, where he deserves," Chuck promised. I nodded.

I listened to the rant about how Chuck had abandoned us all and how awful things were. Then, the conversation turned to the plan to stop Amara. The boys talked about needing Lucifer and Chuck got incredibly upset. In a fit, he went to leave. I stepped in front of him.

"No," I said bluntly. "Even if you want to avoid the subject of your estranged son, you can't just leave."

"(Y/n)-"

"Sam, Dean," I looked at them. "Give us a minute?"

They both nodded, glaring at Chuck on their way out. I tried to ignore the instincts that were telling me that Chuck was just selfish.

"(Y/n)," Chuck mumbled.

"Just answer my questions," I said. "Then we can discuss what to do with Amara without you storming away recklessly. Okay?"

He nodded.

"Have you been God the whole time," I asked.

He nodded.

"You wrote all of our stories?"

Another nod.

"Did you write that I was going to sleep with you?"

I felt manipulated and angry. I was desperate for an answer. I knew that this could've made me feel like dirt, but I needed to know.

"No," Chuck said. I clenched my jaw, ready to call him a liar. "I told you. I had been pretty much hands-off for a long time. Did I know who were? Absolutely. I'm sorry I lied to you about that. But I didn't plan anything between us. We weren't some divine plan."

I nodded, looking down.

"You know how Dean and Amara are connected," he asked. I nodded, looking back at him. "We're like them."

"And that's not a divine plan-"

"I'm not doing a good job explaining this," Chuck shook his head. "It feels like we're like them. Like there's this bond that just happened as soon as we met."

"You lied to me, for years," I said. "Saying we have some bond isn't gonna fix that."

"I know."

We both fell silent. Slowly, I started laughing. Chuck furrowed his eyebrows, "My only one-night stand... and it was God."

Chuck started laughing with me while I really processed what I had done.

I slowly stopped laughing.

I didn't notice until it was too late that Chuck had slowly gotten closer to me. As soon as his lips brushed mine, I pushed him back. Not hard, but enough to get him to step away.

"No," I mumbled. "Not that, no."

Chuck nodded, "Got it."

"Now," I sighed, "we need to actually plan to stop Amara, and if we need Luci-"

"We don't," he said bluntly. "We can do something else. We don't need him. Okay?"

I nodded. In my gut, I trusted him. Maybe that was me being an idiot but I did trust him. For now at least.

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I’ll Wait For You | Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: Ordinary! Reader x Five Hargreeves. When Five time travels back to save his siblings and the world he decides there’s someone he needs to find first. You and five were in a secret relationship during the time of his disappearance and you have not seen him since he disappeared all those years ago. However, he realizes that everything has changed as soon as you open the door.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1,603

Number Five had been back in 2019 for two days now. Since he had managed to jump back the only thing that had been on his mind was you. You were what Five thought about all day everyday since he was trapped in the apocalypse. Five had become so deranged at the time that he named a manikin after you and talked to her like she was you. Each day Five thought of how good it would be to kiss your lips one more time, to hold you in his arms, or to feel your hand in his. You were the most extraordinary person he had ever met, and yet, you contained no supernatural or superhuman abilities. Five loved you, as much as a thirteen year old boy could have loved someone.

However, being away from you his brain had continued to grow and romanticize the love he had for you. By now he was still gushing over the memories a thirteen year old boy had with a thirteen year old girl.

You on the other hand? The thought of number five had never really left your mind. At first, you had thought that Five was trying to break up with you. After all, he never responded to a single letter you left hidden for him, he was never at your meet up spots... The easiest explanation was that he was just done with you. It seemed so unlike Five, to leave things this way. You would continue to leave letters and sit alone at the café of months. In hopes he would one day appear back into your life. Little did you know you would be doing this for some time. Each Tuesday by yourself with a donut that was meant to be split between two people. You would often cry and eat it all until one particular Tuesday you went to the café. While you did not recognize the girl that sat across from you the outfit resembled Fives closely. 

The pale girl with dark hair claimed to be his sister. With a handful of the letters you had been sending him she explained Five’s disappearance to you. Vanya would be the only person to ever know about you and Five. 

Each week Vanya would be the one to meet you at the café, she would sneak out and split a donut with you. The two of you decided to keep this up until Five returned. That way neither of you would be lonely without him. However, the weeks turned to months and the months turned into years. You waited for him because even though you were young, you had loved him. So, you waited. You waited as long as you could. Vanya would tell you, “It’s okay, Y/N. You can move on.” For years you wouldn’t listen to her. After ten years of waiting for him to come back you decided to let Five go. You moved on the best you could. 

Vanya told Five everything. How she found you hiding letters, how she found out about the two of you, and how you and her would meet in the café that you and Five use to. Vanya gave Five the letters she saved, but he still could not bring himself to even open them. 

"Maybe you should go see her?” Vanya had suggested to her brother, who had currently been crashing in her apartment. 

“And say what...?” Five questioned her. He wasn’t sure what to even say to you that would make up for all the time Vanya said he waited for you. 

“Does it matter? If you still love her it might be good for you to see, you know . . . that she’s okay” Vanya tried to explain, she was trying to be helpful. Five on the other hand was trying to avoid it, he thought if he saved the world first it would make the reality of seeing you easier. 

“Even like this?” Five asked gesturing to his body, physically he wanted to be a man. An adult like you had been. Maybe it would have been easier for him if the both of you looked different then you had remembered. 

“That’s probably for the best” Vanya had assured him, and just like that, with the current support of Vanya, and your address in his hand he made his way to your door. 

Five was satisfied with the exterior of your town house. It made him feel good to know that this is where you had been living. Somewhere nice. He tried to find your body amongst the rubble when he was stuck in the apocalypse, but he was unsuccessful. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure what you were suppose to look like at the age of thirty. Five stood at your door, his hands shaking while he attempted to make a fist. Weakly, Five knocked on your door. You, on the other hand, had simply been doing the dishes. Quickly you dried off your hands and made your way towards the door. “Coming!” You called out. In this moment, you had not really been thinking of who was here. But when you opened that door you hadn’t expected to see Five Hargreeves. Therefore, when you opened the door you almost couldn’t believe that the boy you loved all those years ago was in front of you. “F-Five?” You questioned him. 

“Yeah, Y/N. It’s me.” Five said, he looked over your features to see how you had changed, the curves of your body was those of a developed woman. Your hair was shorter then before, a few more freckles had covered your skin, and your nails no longer and been chewed. You had changed in ways he had not imagined. But still, he looked at you and his heart still stopped. 

What you should be feeling was lost on you right now. The feelings were overwhelming and hard to sort through. You could faint, however, in order to avoid such a fate you suggested, “Why don’t you come in and we could sit or something,” five simply nodded and complied. You sat down on the sofa, your breathing almost out of control while you tried to grasp that Five came back. 

The feeling of panic was the first feeling that had overcome you among seeing Five. Your body was shaking when the second feeling overcame you. Guilt. If only you had waited longer. If you had waited longer then he would have someone to return to. While you had been on the couch trying to sort out your feelings and think of something to say, Five had taken a moment to look around your home. The boy in front of you had still been standing at this point. Five’s eyes looked around at the toys that were on the ground and the pictures on your wall. The pictures of you with another man. 

The pictures of you with your husband. To say that seeing this did not initially hurt Five would be a lie. To see you in this house, with small toys on the ground, a ring on your finger, and photos from a wedding was enough to make Five’s heart ache. He wanted this with you some day. He imagined what it would be like to have this life with you. to see you have it with someone else was enough to bring tears to his eyes. 

“I-I’m sorry,” You finally broke the silence, his head not turning from the wedding photo that had been framed on your wall. “I waited ten years for you five,” You tried to justify your decisions. Your marriage, or why he came back to you to see this life you built. 

“I know- I’m not . . .” Five had trailed off, trying to collect himself. “I’m not mad at you, Y/N. For a while when I was gone I thought I could still come home to you but . . . after the years pasted I hoped you had this” He confessed. 

Warm tears slipped from your eyes and down your cheeks. Five walked across the small distance that had separated you and him, using his thumb to wipe the tears from your face. “I should have waited longer,” You managed to say, the feeling of guilt overwhelming you.  

“No, trust me Y/N. You waited too long. I’m happy that you have this life.” Five said, his hand still holding your face as he spoke. He offered you a small and sad smile as you offered him the same. “Does he make you happy?” Five asked you. You only managed to nod and he continued on with the sad smile he had been offering you since he closed the gap. 

“Good.” Five said simply, lowering his face down slowly to be level with yours. “You’ve grown to be more beautiful then I ever could have imagined” Five cooed to you, his bottom lip trembling as he tried to keep himself together. But then, you had pulled him into your arms for what would be the last time and Five enjoyed what he had missed all this time. He enjoyed your embrace for the moments he was able to hold on. But Five knew what he had to do. He had to let you go, and therefore, Five let you go. “I hope this life is good to you, Y/N. I’ll never forget you” Five said, and in a moment of blue light he was gone. 

Five was just gone. Tears continued to slip from your eyes as your hands reached out for something of him, anything. 

“Five. . .” Your voice echoed into the silence of your home, and once again you fell onto your couch. 

As Five transported onto a near by street he looked back to your home and whispered, “I’ll wait for you”

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I just want to know how people think Lydia didn't have feelings for Stiles until s6

Like. How?

The thing is the creators didn't want their relationship to be this big, dramatic side story with Lydia pining over Stiles and Stiles pining over Lydia. They just wanted them to be friends, and that friendship turning into something so much more.

Once we hit s3 you can literally watch Stiles no longer crushing on her. Instead its a pure love for one another. They care for one another deeply, and it doesn't have to be romantic and that's good. It started out pure and platonic and yes Stiles always loved Lydia, but he never pushed it because he valued their friendship more.

One of the first ever Stydia scenes is when Stiles is standing there telling her they have an unspoken connection and Lydia ignores him. It was like the writers were telling us what was to come for the next 6 seasons.

They state that Lydia and Stiles have an unspoken connection numerous times. Stiles is clearly aware of it, and Lydia too, but they don't speak of it. They ignore it.

Deaton flat out says they have a connection. Scott (twice) and Malia straight out say they have a connection.

They imply they have a strong connection in scenes throughout the show. The most implied being the scenes in 3b when Stiles is going through hell and Lydia is too, emotionally and mentally. And in s6, when she can see and hear what Stiles hears and sees when he's missing.

They didn't just write that Stiles and Lydia had a connection all of the sudden in s6. It was there when Lydia screamed in her car because Stiles was struggling with the nogitsune, or when Lydia knew Stiles was in the basement of Eichen House literally because HE WAS DREAMING THAT and HE THOUGHT he was there. She wasn't connected to his physical location like most her banshee moments. She was connected to where he was mentally and emotionally.

In 3a we watch Lydia literally kiss Stiles because she was so freaked over his pain she didn't know what else to do. There's very little evidence that holding your breath would help someone with panic attack, and doing something even more surprising and making his heart rate spike probably wasn't the best method of helping. However, she wasn't thinking. She acted like she was because she's Lydia. But Lydia kissed him because it was instinct, because they have a connection, and when they pulled apart her face said so many things. All of which pointed to love, not indifference.

Lydia's love for Stiles was slow and gradual. That was the point. Their connection led to her love for him, and I think Stiles' love for her led to their connection.

Most importantly, after episodes upon episodes I could name of them worrying for each other, (for Lydia making it clear she doesn't want a serious relationship with anyone after Jackson, after clear flirting with Parrish because well Stiles had moved on in her eyes and also they could relate to each other on another level - plus he was hot I meaaaaan) after episodes of them holding hands, after episodes of them going to each other for comfort first, after episodes upon episodes of them looking at each other like they hung the moon and stars, and episodes upon episodes of a drift between them that was not just hard for us to watch, but clearly hard for the characters to endure, we finally get s5. How could anyone watch this season and say Lydia didn't have feelings for Stiles?

Before then I get it, it was all subtext. But s5 literally had Lydia and Parrish always flirting, but Lydia never taking any initiative. S5 has Stiles and Lydia teaming up again, and constant worrying for each other. S5 has Lydia being taken to Eichen House and Stiles rescuing her. (Notice how Stiles would do anything to save Lydia, a human, while Parrish, a cop and a hell hound, was iffy on trying to save her). S5 has Lydia in torture and still telling Stiles to go because he could get hurt. S5 has Lydia seeing Stiles come rescue her and her face not screaming thank God I'm saved, but how much she loves him. She looks at him like she had been dreaming of this rescue for weeks, and it felt like a dream. She looked at him like he was the stars and she was the scientist studying them. She looked at him with pure love and admiration. And she still told him it was too dangerous. She still wanted him to be safe before herself.

The rest of the episode is the same way. People act like Lydia realizes she loved Stiles out of nowhere, just all of the sudden in s6. Lydia loved Stiles for a while, stated in s6 that she started having feelings for him in 3a when she kissed him. You can see those feelings when she's jealous of Malia, or worried for Stiles. And you can see her realizing how much she loves him in s5, when he rescues her from Eichen.

The thing is Lydia's character was never the type to be outwardly emotional about that sort of thing. They made it clear the whole show she hated being vulnerable, and Stiles made her feel vulnerable, so she put up her guard when it came to her feelings for him. She also made it clear that Jackson broke her heart and love was hard for her now. He was literally abusive, she needed time. And Stiles knew that. She dated Aiden but it was hardly a relationship at times and she knew that. Yes she cared for him but it was never serious. Yeah she had a crush on Parrish but she never even acted on it because that kind of stuff wasn't her concern and honestly love had been hard for her. But those were crushes, attraction. Lydia could voice she was attracted to a guy. But voicing that she loved them? The last person she told she loved abused her emotionally and physically at times, and then moved off to London. Love wasn't an easy thing to confront.

After he saves her things change between them. Yes they're still friends but their relationship feels different now. More vulnerable. More open. More loving. Once we get to the premiere of s6 we literally find out that they spend most their nights together with Stiles dragging her out of bed for some "supernatural" thing that they both know isn't really anything to concern about. She knows they're not something real, and she goes along with it anyway because it's Stiles and they're both single. God I wish I could have seen that summer of them bickering and flirting all those nights.

They even spend walks outside together apparently, discussing supernatural things as they literally just walk outside during a night time stroll? Like they literally weren't going anywhere. They were just walking together. And their relationship had advanced so much at this point that Stiles had the guts to not only tell her he wanted to kiss her but actually kisses her on her cheek, considering she literally told him not to and he still had the guts to do it anyway. And Lydia's face when he does kiss her on the cheek? It's like a light bulb hits. It's like suddenly she realized she kinds wanted him to kiss her cheek again.

The thing is s6 was setting up for a season of Lydia realizing, fully, that she loved Stiles and that she wanted to be with him. I believe that if Stiles hadn't been taken, the season would have gone down more like a slow burn. Because yes Lydia loved Stiles, but it would take a lot for her to fully admit that. When he tells her he loves her she doesn't say it back, and part of that if because she doesn't have time but a huge part of that is because Lydia is a stubborn ass that had commitment problems and she had a hard time admitting they were true. That she loved Stiles Stilinski. Her best friend.

However, when memories of him are taken, the only thing that's holding onto him for her is their connection and their love for one another.

There's no more doubting-Lydia over Stiles because the only thing that she can remember is that she loves him. Something she always knew, but refused to admit. But now it was all that was left. How was she supposed to know she was supposed to pretend she didn't like him? She couldn't remember that. All she remembered was how he made her feel, and how she felt with him no longer here.

The story line of Lydia and Stiles is literally that Lydia was too stubborn to admit she had feelings for Stiles, feelings that we see glimpses of all the way back to s3, and the only thing that made her admit them was literally everything being stripped away but her feelings.

Lydia Martin was in love with Stiles Stilinski for much longer than just s6. She just needed a push to realize/admit it.

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During the rewatch of season 1 (and during Buck and Abby's relationship), found these interesting tidbits and parallels:

Saint: 1x03 - Matt: “I don’t tell you this enough but you are a saint.” “Saints don’t complain, they suffer.”; 2x04 - Pepa: “My nephew is a saint but I pray for him anyway.”

1x03 - “I’m not suffering. This is my choice, it’s important to me.” Abby reiterates to Matt strongly that she made a choice to take care of her mom; same episode Abby tells Buck about her mom, where Matt tries to convince her about the memory care unit; 2x04 - Eddie: “I’m not stuck, Tia” when Pepa mentions how Shannon left him to deal with everything alone; same episode where Buck finds out just how much Eddie is struggling to find aid for Christopher, he introduces Eddie to Carla

Disaster: 1x04 - Buck looks for someone Abby is looking for (Dale Marks) but finds out he’s on the casualty list from who he asked, that he needs to check the other list; 3x03 - Buck is looking for Christopher and is told his name is not on the survivor list (like Dale) and to check out the casualty tent

Missing Loved One: 1x04 - Abby fell asleep, wakes up to find Patricia gone from the house; in 1x05 Buck calls after getting text alert about Patricia missing, offers to come help her look for her mom; 4x08 - Eddie was distracted talking to Ana, goes to talk to Christopher but finds him missing from the house, Buck calls to tell him that Christopher ran to his house by calling an Uber from Eddie's phone

Jeep: 1x05 - Abby is in passenger seat - only other people in Jeep have been Maddie, Eddie, and Christopher, the most important people to Buck outside of the 118 (that I can remember)

Power Lines and Pools: 1x05 - Abby and Buck deal with power pool emergency with kid in pool, power keeps surging, they work together to save the kid, other firefighters show up when they’re done; 2x01 - Buck and Eddie dive into pool to save guy with microwave on his head & work together; 4x06 - power pole falls onto ladder truck, “it’s like the universe is screaming at you and you refuse to listen” power then surges again

Always Watching: 1x05 - Buck smiles as he watches Abby hugging her mom; 2x04 - Buck smiles as he watches Eddie reunite with Christopher; 2x10 - Buck smiles as he watches Eddie talking to Christopher; 3x03 - Buck smiles and is relieved watching Eddie hugging Christopher; 3x10 - Buck smiles watching Eddie greet Christopher and Abuela; 4x14 - Buck smiles watching Eddie and Christopher reunite

Do What's Right For You: 1x06 - Carla tells Abby to worry about her own wants and feelings; 4x13 - Carla tells Eddie to follow his heart, not Christopher’s

Lack Of Belief In the Supernatural: 1x07 - Abby tells Buck that she doesn’t buy into the full moon superstition, Buck tries to convince her that it's real; 4x06 - Eddie says he doesn’t believe in the jinx, Buck (alongside Chim and Hen) try to convince him that it's real

Not So Great Starts: 1x07 - at end of full moon episode, Buck goes to see Abby and they have sex, start a romantic relationship; 4x06 - Eddie goes on his first date with Ana at the end of the jinx episode

Hot Air Balloon: 1x09 - Buck: “You ever been up in one?” Abby: “No, but I’ve answered calls from a few that have crashed,”; 3x17 - Buck: “It’s all romantic until someone has to call 911. I hear dispatch gets a lot of calls from these things.” Eddie: “Maddie tell you that?” Buck: “No, uh, someone else.”

They Don't See It As A Trap/Burden & Buck Isn't Going Anywhere: 1x09 - Buck: “See, I feel like anyone else, most people, if they were dealing with the stuff you have to deal with every single day, they would see it as a cage. But you don’t. You find a way to break free. You find a way to be yourself. You find...life. And if the price I have to pay for being close to a woman like you is, yeah, whatever, a couple of canceled dates, then, you know what? Then that is one heck of a good deal, and I am in. I’m not going anywhere.” -- this conversation happens after Bobby tells him that he's not going to free Abby from the trap she's in with her mom, that she needs someone to step into it with her and keep her company; 2x04 - Eddie: “I’m not stuck, Tia.”; 4x08 - Buck to Christopher: “You’ve still got me and I’m not going anywhere.” (this is after a failed double date dinner situation with Taylor, Albert, and Veronica)

Finale Funerals: 1x10 - starts with funeral of Abby’s mom, where Buck is by her side; 2x18 - Helena mentions Shannon’s funeral that just occurred that we didn’t get to see

Not Really A Guest: 1x10 - Matt and Carla let Abby know that they are aware of Buck moving in, Abby denies it and says he’s just been there a lot helping her with everything; 2x01-2x07 - Buck stays in Abby’s apartment watching over it for her but also is reluctant to accept that she's not coming back and move on; 3x11 - Buck tells Maddie that he’s not really a guest since it’s Eddie’s house

Cookies For Gatherings: 1x06 - Abby brings the Valentine's Day cookies her mom made to the party at the firehouse where the 118 is gathered; 3x11 - Buck brings cookies (offscreen) at Maddie's urging for him to bring something for the gathering at Eddie's house where the 118 is

Cabo Mention: 1x10 - Abby’s mom only went to Cabo, Mexico for Matt and Beth’s renewal of their vows; season 2 - Eddie mentions to Shannon that he was in Afghanistan, not Cabo, when they argue after seeing each other again

Carla's Concern: 1x10 - at dining toom table, Carla asks how Abby is, says she was worried about her going back to work but she seems good; 4x14 - at dining room table, Carla mentions Christopher seems good and asks how Buck is being out there, Buck mentions the team is off without Eddie, Carla says that’s not what she was asking and that’s she’s worried about Buck being out there

Carla as Family: 1x10 - Carla thanks Abby for making her feel like part of the family; seasons 2-4 - Carla is made to feel like a part of Eddie and Christopher’s family

Having Your Back: 1x10 - Buck tells Abby: “I’ve got your back, you know that.”; 2x01 - Eddie: “You can have my back any day.” Buck: “Or you know, you could have mine.”; 2x07 - Shannon: “I needed you to have my back.” Eddie: “I always had your back.”

Moving On With Single Dads: 2x02 - we find out Eddie is a father; 3x18 - Sam is a father

Co-Parenting: 3x18 - Abby has to tell Sam’s daughter Tess about being in the train accident; 4x14 - Buck tells Christopher about Eddie being shot

Co-Parenting Part 2: 3x18 - Buck, Eddie and 118 are talking about summer camp for Christopher; Sam tells Buck that Abby wants to wait to have the wedding in June once the girls are out of school

PE: 1x10 - Abby confirms Patricia died from a pulmonary embolism in the middle of the night while she had been asleep, she had found her in the morning at the end of 1x09; 3x01 - Buck suffers a PE but thankfully is saved, he goes into a depression which Eddie tries to kickstart him out of and remind him he's lucky to be alive

Calm Under Pressure: 1x05 - Buck mentions how Abby's hands didn't shake during the pool emergency, Abby: “But I also feel calm around you”; 2x01 - Buck: "The guy's a professional, Cap. I was never really worried."; Eddie: "You're a badass under pressure, brother."

The Kurt Russell thread: 1x04 - Carla talks about how Patricia likes the movie Overboard and she uses the DVD as “Patricia’s Lullaby”; 3x07 - Eddie dresses up as Snake Plissken from Escape from LA and Carla says she likes Tango & Cash herself (LA being the theme here); 4x05 - In Peru, Buck is watching Backdraft dubbed in Spanish and decides to go to LA when his customer offers

The liquor prop thread: wine has been used to signify Abby but also has been used in romantic scenery such as Abby and Buck's valentine's date and Abuela finding two wine glasses that Eddie and Shannon used and even Taylor drinking it alone in 4x14; beer has always been used for Eddie and Buck

The Abuelita cowinkydink (not really a parallel because it's common but just an interesting observation to note): 1x05 - guys who brought Abby’s mom to the hospital - the main guy says he saw the symptoms of her Alzheimer's before in his Abuelita; 2x04 - we meet Eddie's Abuela who watches Christopher, later Buck accompanies Eddie to the hospital where Abuela has broken her hip; 4x08 - Christopher calls her Abuelita when mentioning her to Buck

This is just dialogue, folks. That's without taking anything else they've done with framing, props (except the liquor mention), etc, into account. They have literally been building that thread and turning it into a steel cable between Buck, Abby, and Eddie since Eddie appeared on scene. They may not have known from the very beginning where they were going to end up with Eddie's character, but they certainly chose to intertwine his story with Buck's and Abby's, separately and together, from pretty early on. Not to mention, Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk, and Tim Minear wrote 1x10 and Brad and Tim wrote 2x01.

Abby got her ending, her Eddie so to speak, as we see in 3x18. Which is exactly why they had this framing in the end:

And the ambulance door shutting on Abby and Sam and the director chose to keep that shot in. Abby and Buck had both moved on.

Bartender: "Is someone waiting for you there?"

Abby: "No, he stopped waiting for me a long time ago." *next shot is Buck talking about Christopher going to summer camp with Eddie standing right behind him*

Plus, the scene above mirrors this scene:

Right down to Buck learning about Sam vs Sam learning who Buck is, Eddie taking point to find out the info they need to save Sam and give Buck a minute vs him checking on Buck as the ambulance drives away, to the way Abby says Buck's name in both scenes when seeing him for the first time in each one, to Sam and his relationship with Abby being present in both scenes, Eddie's presence in both scenes, etc.

If this isn't all leading to somewhere similar for both Eddie and Buck, together, then what's all this then?

It literally has become:

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Owl Gushing

Can I just say? I love the Owl House with all my heart.

“And the sky is blue, Scribble, so what?”

So that means I get to gush about a natural beauty as much as I damn well please, and I’m gonna do so now.

When I first picked up the show, I didn’t expect too much from it. Having never been truly attached to Disney properties before then. Yeah, I liked shows like Phineas and Ferb, and Gravity Falls or the movies were always around in my media feed, but I never paid much hardcore attention to them, so I thought Owl House would just be a nice time killer while I was living with my sister during the worst of Covid. “Oh look, another story of a normal person being brought to a supernatural world. I’m gonna remember and love this beyond the next hour.”

Um, yeah, I will. Forever.

The Owl House, in my eyes, is not only the best thing on Disney’s library (more on that later), but it’s one of the best stories EVER. Even freaking Avatar: The Last Airbender, one of my first true cartoon loves, sweats when I mention Owl House. Avatar is certainly great, but I always willingly skip the Ember Island Players episode because it’s just embarrassing/cringy, and it hardly contributes to the show at large. None of Owl House’s episodes have done that, and I strongly doubt they will.

And just what makes this story so different from the others?

The first and one of the strongest things that resonates with me is the show’s honesty. It knows exactly what it is, whether it’s the first season’s collection of fun adventures or the second’s more mature tone, the stories it tells fit into the world beautifully. It laughs at itself and the previous titans of fantasy (such as quiddige’s weird logic in Harry Potter) while also forging its own path, and all of it is done with pride.

This immediate awareness allows Owl House to flex its story-driven muscles, and I was entranced by what I saw. When Luz starts out in the Boiling Isles, she’s extremely relatable to nerds like me who never truly fit in, even if our specific quirks are different. She believably gets entranced in the world, just like we do, but her honesty and compassion for others gives the story a lot of heart as we follow her believable evolution into a true heroine, and she never loses that curiosity or believability.

And all of the other main characters are like this too. Even if they serve different roles, there isn’t a single prominent character that I haven’t enjoyed seeing on screen, whether it be Willow’s kindness and growth from shy to badass, Gus’ extreme optimism and curiosity or Amity’s self-discovery and determination, and so many others. Even if they don’t get equal screen time, each major player grows in believable ways, which is rare for child-aimed cartoons (at least from when I was a kid in the early 2000′s).

And the story these characters tell is just as gripping. Because I love them and the world so much, the moments of drama and tension hit harder than a truck, making me cheer in joy or literally take my breath away with tension and shivers of suspense. I’m fully entranced in the world, and the progression makes sure I stay entranced.

Even outside of this supposed deep drama, the show is still so hilarious and whimsical. It takes tropes of the fantasy genre and not only legitimately brings them into the world, but makes them believable. Take the Power of the Heart trope. Witches do draw from their hearts for magic, but through a literal bile sac that’s part of their physiology. And a lot of the show is like that, putting just enough twists out to keep the viewer subtly surprised and appreciative.

And my appreciation goes far beyond simple twists for the genre. I can truly admire just how much work @danaterrace​ and her crew have put in to make the show not only fun, but acknowledge its wide audience. Sure there are moments and themes in Season 1 that have strong legacies (like the complicated relationships in the Clawthorne family), but some of Season 2 (with one episode in particular) feels like a damn horror movie with its imagery and implications.

And this fearlessness is also shown in the more intimate subjects that are on-screen. Abusive Families, Tyrannical Government, Self-Identity, LGBT, Racial Minorities, Social Connections and Anxieties, even Gifted Kids and Mental Health, subjects I deeply relate to, all of them and more shine through with the utmost respect for both themselves and the audience, knowing that the older viewers can understand and relate to it, while the younger ones can see something normalized that they once would’ve thought was something to hide, especially LGBT kids. While I may not relate to all of the facets (I’m not personally LGBT), I can still deeply appreciate the fact that the younger generation will have a pillar of support I hardly got as a kid in a place that they’ll see all the time. I freaking CHEERED when Luz and Amity fully kissed in Clouds on the Horizon, never mind the buildup of their relationship throughout the entire show.

I just...I love The Owl House so much. Great characters and comedy, an imaginative and creative world, captivating stories and heart-clenching themes, all of it is excellent. I’d buy the franchise for a million bucks if it meant I could give Dana and her crew the room they more than deserve to flesh out the world. It’s one of the biggest shames in television that Disney has handled the show so poorly with it cutting Season 3 short, but I won’t let anyone take its heart and creativity away from me, and I know there are others who feel the same.

To quote my all time favorite Youtuber, Fawful’s Minion, “Just goes to show, you never know what you’re missing.”

Even when the show ends and the tears fall, I know I’ll keep loving The Owl House for just how much it’s done for the storytelling world. No matter how many people say “No”, no matter how horribly they insult Dana and her crew, I will always stand by the creators, thanking them for what they’ve given with stories of my own, and a humble bow.

You have something really special here @disneyanimation​, it’s just a shame you couldn’t see it.

To end on one last positive note: I love you, The Owl House. You’re one of the best media pieces I ever chose to see, and that’s a choice I’ll never regret making.

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SterekWeek2020: Day Six (Blue Moon)

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“First of all,” Stiles said, pointing his fork at the red-haired banshee across from him. “The chances of Derek ever falling in love with me are like, once in a blue moon. Second of all, it’s just a quick college party to convince my college friends that I’m not single and lonely!”

“But you are single and lonely,” Lydia said, slicing delicately into her chicken as she ignored the fork in her face. “And there’s no way Derek is going to say yes.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Oh, I’m fairly sure,” Lydia said, finally glancing up. “And I’m sorry I can’t go, Stiles. I have a meeting with a professor who decided my paper wasn’t worth an A, and he’s going to regret that decision immensely.”

“On a Friday night?” Stiles frowned. “What, are you using dinner as a cover for an interrogation or something?”

“That’s precisely what it is.”

Stiles blinked, then rolled his eyes. “You can be terrifying sometimes.”

“That is the point.”

“Come on, Lyds,” Stiles said, jabbing his fork into his food, metal screeching against the plate. That earned a few glances from the other people in the relatively-cheap restaurant Stiles had picked out for his and Lydia’s reunion, but he didn’t really care. He was desperate here. “If Derek says no, then I have to go alone. And then my roommate will try to set me up with his douchey best friend and that guy gives me the creeps.”

“Then just say no.”

“And risk pissing my roommate off? Do you realize how dangerous that is?”

Lydia sighed, setting down her utensils and reaching across the table, catching Stiles’s hand and giving a small squeeze. He hated how reassuring that was. “Why don’t you actually ask Derek before you freak out? It’s been a while since he’s visited anyway.”

“I’m not even that far away,” Stiles grumbled. He’d like to say he wasn’t hurt that Derek never came by Stanford to check-in, but that would be a total lie. 

Even the betas visited more often, though it was usually just to complain about their lives or steal his clothes. But still, they came. Scott came. Stiles’s dad and Lydia came.

But Derek had only been by like, twice in the last semester. Sometimes, Stiles wondered if he was the man’s least favorite pack member.

Okay, he didn’t have to wonder.

Sighing, he poked at his food again, appetite long since gone. He’d ask Scott to go with him if the boy wasn’t basically his brother and a terrible actor. And Stiles had already decided he’d never ask the betas, because he didn’t need that kind of blackmail.

But Stiles had gone throughout his entire first year of college staying far away from everyone else. At first, it had been a supernatural thing. He had trust issues, okay? But then it was just the hassle of getting out there and yeah, Stiles ended up having one or two hookups along the way, but that’s all they were. Hookups.

And now the friends he had made were starting to get pushy. So, Lydia had been Stiles’s first choice, and Derek was his saving grace.

Dammit if that wasn’t a sentence he’d never thought he’d have to say out loud.

-

On a scale from one to ten about scared for his well being, asking Derek Hale to fake date him for a night was right up there at an eleven.

Stiles had long since come to terms with the fact that his hopeless pining was just that. Hopeless pining. He could totally look at Derek without getting butterflies now, but that’s just because he had accepted his fate.

This was crossing a line that Stiles had told himself he would never cross. And damn, if he wasn’t silently panicking.

Derek, on the other hand, just looked bored. “What did you want, Stiles?”

For a long moment, Stiles stayed silent. He’d practiced this in the mirror at least a dozen times, trying to imagine the different ways that Derek could-- would-- say no. And it really wouldn’t be that bad, would it? It wasn’t like Stiles was baring his soul to the werewolf or anything. He was just asking for a small favor.

A small, totally platonic favor. 

“Stiles.”

“O- oh,” Stiles said, snapping back to reality. “Right. I need something from you.”

Derek raised an eyebrow and Stiles winced. He was already going off script and this was so not going to end well. 

“Not like that,” he said, then winced again. “Actually, it’s exactly like that. See, I might have told a few friends that I was seeing someone to get them off my back about dating. But now I’m expected to have a date for some upcoming party.”

Derek’s face remained completely blank. Stiles hated him a little bit for that.

“Lydia can’t come, though.”

“Okay.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles said, burying his face in his hands. Why Derek? Why did his saving grace have to be Derek? “Yeah, okay. And I need you to come instead, dude.”

The words were said into his hands and for a long moment, the only sound was the rest of the cafe around them. Stiles kept his face hidden until he felt like it was safe, peering through his fingers at the werewolf to see that Derek’s expression hadn’t really changed much.

A long moment passed before Derek grunted. “No.”

“N-no?”

“No,” Derek said, taking a long, finishing drink of his coffee and setting it back on the table. The man started to stand and Stiles panicked, jumping to his feet so fast, the table nearly toppled over. 

“Dude, hold up, you can’t just say no and leave!”

“Don’t call me dude,” Derek said, still looking unbothered. He slipped a ten out of his wallet and set it on the table, covering both of their drinks before turning away, heading toward the door.

Stiles was almost too shocked to chase after the man.

“Derek, Derek, wait!”

He caught the man on the sidewalk and Derek sighed, turning around with a tight expression. Like Stiles was being the annoying stubborn one here. “I’m not pretending to be your date, Stiles.”

“It’s just for one night!”

“Why don’t you get an actual one?”

“Because I—” Stiles blinked, then glared. “Because I don’t want one, asshole. I just want to avoid a terrible situation with my roommate’s best friend.”

Derek raised an eyebrow. Stiles did his best not to flush red at that, ducking his head. 

“Look, it’s one night. It’s not like you ever to come by Stanford to hang out or anything anyway. No one will even know it’s a lie. Just think of it like a miniature reunion that might involve straight-up lying to my friends one or two times!”

“And these people are really your friends?”

“I mean,” Stiles said, glancing back up. “They’re normal, you know? They’re not pack, of course, but it’s kind of nice sometimes. To be around normal people.”

Derek’s jaw tightened at that and for a moment, Stiles was worried he’d offended the man. But after a long-suffering second of silence, Derek stuffed his hands into his pockets and rolled his eyes. “Fine, one night. But I’m never doing anything like this again.”

Stiles grinned, pumping a fist into the air. “Yes, dude! Thank you!”

Derek just looked completely done with everything. Holding himself back from doing something stupid like hugging the man, Stiles patted him awkwardly on the shoulder. 

“I’ll be in touch then, Sourwolf. The party is this weekend, so I’m expecting both the leather jacket and Camaro. I get to arrive in style!”

“You’ll take what you get, Stiles.”

“Right, right,” Stiles said, waving a hand through the air. “See you Friday, dude!”

He didn’t get a response, but he hadn’t really expected one. Turning away before Derek could change his mind, Stiles hurried back down the street. And he could’ve sworn he felt the man’s gaze burning into his back.

Stiles’s heart was still slamming against his chest when he turned the corner. Because he couldn’t believe that had actually gone well. Derek Hale was his fake date in less than three days.

Stiles hated himself a little bit for how excited he was.

-

His roommate left for the party first, still talking up his friend who was ‘excited to see how things went tonight’ to which Stiles put on his best smile and just nodded. 

There were a few things about Derek literally being the scariest person Stiles had ever met that might work to his favor. Well, maybe not the scariest person, but Derek could most certainly look terrifying when he wanted to. And Stiles was going to use that to his advantage tonight.

He’d texted Derek a few times over the week, but the man had never texted him back except for one reply that was a simple ‘OK’ to all the messages that Stiles had sent earlier. 

And that totally wasn’t infuriating.

Look, Stiles knew this wasn’t an actual date. And he wasn’t going to fool himself into thinking this could ever go somewhere; his life wasn’t a movie. Yeah, Stiles had been crushing on Derek since he was a sixteen-year-old hyperactive teenager, but he also knew Derek would never feel the same. 

Because Derek Hale was… well, Derek Hale. And Stiles was Stiles.

A lot of things had changed over the years and a lot of things hadn’t. And the things between them would never be anything different.

Stiles still hesitated a moment too long in his dorm room when Derek texted ‘here’. He totally didn’t almost have a panic attack, but things would have been so much easier if it was Lydia coming with him tonight instead of Derek.

Dammit. 

Derek was leaning against the passenger side of the Camaro when Stiles got outside, hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket. And Stiles hated himself for the way his heart skipped a beat at the sight of the man— because could he never wear jeans that actually fit? And Derek Hale in a v-neck should be a literal crime.

The man did not have any rights to be such a sexy… sex god. Fuck.

Stiles tried to calm himself down as he approached the Camaro. He was aware enough of the other people in the parking lot eyeing where Derek stood, cursing at the pang of jealousy he felt at that. Because he was totally over Derek Hale, remember?

Butterflies weren’t a thing when he looked at the werewolf anymore.

“Okay, dude,” Stiles said, pausing in front of the car. “So you came through. Leather jacket, Camaro, and everything. Should I be pleased or worried?”

“You should be thankful,” Derek said, opening the door. Stiles raised an eyebrow and the man rolled his eyes, leaving it open as he moved back around the car to the driver’s side. “I’m the fake date, right? Might as well have some manners.”

“Okay, who are you and what have you done to Derek Hale?”

“Shut up,” Derek said, eyes turning a little red. Stiles swallowed hard and ducked down into the passenger’s seat.

Fucking Derek Hale.

Stiles had made a plan, though. He wasn’t staying at this party any longer than necessary and he was totally using Derek to scare off anyone that dared try to make a move. Because Stiles was doing this for a reason, okay? He missed his privacy. He also— almost— missed the days when he suspected everyone of being some kind of supernatural threat, sicing the betas on anyone he found suspicious.

He always came up empty-handed.

Maybe you just miss Beacon Hills, Scott had told him at one point. And Stiles had proceeded to laugh his ass off for the rest of the day.

Because missing Beacon Hills? Him? There was a threat nearly every other week back home, and Stiles totally didn’t miss running for his life through the preserve more often than not. No, he didn’t miss any of that at all.

Because there was his dad, yeah. But the Sheriff still came to visit when he could— and so did the pack. So honestly, Stiles absolutely had nothing to miss.

Nothing at all.

 “Stiles?”

Stiles blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. He didn’t even realize they’d arrived until the faint sound of music reached his ears and then he silently cursed himself for zoning, meeting Derek's curious gaze.

“Right,” Stiles said, forcing a grin. “We’ll be in and out, I promise.”

“You don’t want to spend time with your friends?”

“Uh, do you?”

He could’ve sworn the man turned a little red at that. But it was probably just his imagination. Derek mumbled something intelligible and climbed out of the car, and Stiles hesitated for only a moment longer before following. 

He’d been to enough college parties so far that he wasn’t terribly overwhelmed right away. Granted, this was the first one before the next semester, so there were a lot more people than he was used to, but Stiles didn’t have anything against crowds. Or, anything too much. It wasn’t like he stuck next to Derek’s side as his social anxiety slowly kicked in or whatever.

Except then, as if the man could read his mind, one arm wrapped around Stiles’s waist. Startling, Stiles shot Derek a confused look and the man only smirked a little before turning his gaze back to the rest of the party.

Stiles hated his treacherous heart skipping yet another beat.

“Okay,” Derek said. “Introduce me.”

Once more, Stiles gave him an open-mouthed look. Derek raised an expectant eyebrow, nodding to the rest of the room, and Stiles took a moment to regain his bearings. Then, shaking his head, he started toward the nearest familiar face.

The girl’s eyes snapped when they were less than a few feet away. Or, well, her eyes snapped to Derek, widening for a moment before fixing on Stiles. “Stiles, hey!”

Stiles grinned, fully aware of Derek’s arm still around his waist. He was tempted to glance over and gauge the man’s expression but forced his eyes to stay forward, trying to remain as relaxed as possible.

“Meg, this is Derek. Derek, this is Meg.”

This time, he did glance over. And the smile on Derek’s face was terrifyingly normal. “It’s nice to meet you, Meg.”

Meg’s smile was wide as she stayed focused on Derek’s face for a moment too long. But Stiles supposed he really couldn’t blame her as he continued to stare too, wondering when the hell Derek Hale had such a disarming smile?

Searching his brain, Stiles tried to remember the last time he’d seen Derek smile. And it left him feeling a little empty when he realized he couldn’t.

“Stiles?”

Blinking a few times, Stiles came snapping back to reality. The smile on Derek’s face had faded a little and he looked more intrigued than anything else now. 

Stiles was pretty sure he blushed as he forced himself to look away. “Sorry,” he said, looking back at Meg. “Derek is a… friend of mine.”

The girl raised an eyebrow. “Just a friend?”

“Uh—”

“New boyfriend,” Derek said, before Stiles could mess everything up. Though he might still have, jolting a little bit and giving Derek a bewildered stare.

The man returned his look with an easy smirk. Shaking his head, Stiles tore his gaze away. “Yeah,” he said, words sticking a little. “Boyfriend.”

He didn’t even know how to begin approaching any of this. But Meg just nodded, still smiling, and Stiles stayed stuck in his head for a moment longer before they were moving along again, toward yet another voice calling his name.

Derek smiled the entire time. Through every friend, every stranger. The man made polite small talk and only removed his arm from around Stiles’s waist to shake a hand or readjust, always pulling Stiles right back in seconds later.

There were a few times Stiles looked down into his drink and wondered faintly if it was spiked— and all of this was just some kind of massive hallucination.

He didn’t know how to deal with what was happening.

See, when he’d imagined tonight, staying up for hours panicking, he’d imagined it being awkward as hell. Sometimes, he worried Derek might rip his throat out if he said the wrong thing. In front of everyone would be how Stiles Stilinski went.

But it was all so normal. All so painfully normal that Stiles didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Yo, Stiles!”

He startled so hard, Derek glanced over in concern. But Stiles didn’t have a chance to say anything before his roommate was moving across the room, cup in hand with another guy at his side— one with an athletic build and the type of expression that reminded Stiles a little too much of Jackson.

He shuddered at that thought. “Hey, Vincent.”

“This is Brad,” Vincent said, nudging his friend in the ribs. Brad grinned and raised his cup, eyes raking up and down where Stiles stood. His skin crawled a little bit at that and, arm still circled around his waist, he was surprised to feel Derek’s grip tighten. 

“Uh, yeah, right. Nice to meet you, Brad.”

“And this is?” Brad said, jerking his head toward Derek. When Stiles glanced over, Derek’s eyes were hard and his lips were pressed tightly together. And there was that type of murderous expression that Stiles had dragged the werewolf here for in the first place. 

“This is Derek,” Stiles said, when it was clear Derek wasn’t going to say anything. Which was another first for the night.

Vincent looked a bit uncomfortable, offering a small nod. Brad almost looked nervous too, but he kept his chin up, that cocky smile slowly making its way back onto his face as the seconds ticked past.

“So, Stiles,” he said, turning his shoulder toward Derek. That’s when Stiles heard the first sound of a growl. “What are you doing after this?”

“Uh,” Stiles hesitated for a second. “I think we might just head back to the dorm.”

“We?”

“Derek and I.”

Brad’s smile tightened a fraction. He glanced back at Derek for only a second before scoffing. “Seriously?”

Stiles blinked. But before he could say a word, Vincent stepped in.

“There’s another party going on just down the street that we were going to check out,” he said, glancing sideways at his friend. Brad shrugged. “Then we’re gonna hit the bar on 18th street. You should come.”

Derek’s grip was tight enough that it was starting to hurt now. Stiles shifted, nudging the man in the side with his elbow. He could still swear he could hear the slightest growl coming from Derek’s throat— which wouldn’t prove to be good for anyone.

“I don’t know,” Stiles said. Because that wasn’t the plan. He hadn’t planned on going anywhere after the party except back to his dorm. “I think we might call it a night soon.”

“Lame,” Brad muttered, low enough that Stiles barely caught it. But Derek definitely growled this time and Brad looked at him in surprise. Then the boy’s eyes narrowed. “Dude, what the hell is wrong with your eyes?”

Stiles’s heart stopped and he whipped sideways, meeting Derek’s gaze. And yep, that was a hint of red in Derek’s usually grey-green eyes. Vincent started to follow his friend’s gaze too but before he could, Stiles stepped between them, taking both of Derek’s hands.

“Dude,” he hissed, alarm rising in his throat. “What are you doing?”

Derek just clenched his jaw, lowering his eyes to the floor. Glancing over his shoulder, Stiles chuckled nervously and situated himself so he was still standing as Derek’s only barrier.

“We’re just gonna go now. Bad, uh, dinner earlier.”

“What?”

“See you later, Vinc.”

Before either Stiles’s roommate or his douche of a best friend could say anything, Stiles steered Derek away. The party had worn down some and he was able to make it to the front door without incident, ducking past a few people crowded around it and pulling Derek out into the night.

The moment they were across the lawn and close enough to the Camaro, Stiles spun right back around.

“Derek, what the hell was that about?”

Derek pulled his hands away, folding his arms over his chest and shooting a venomous glance toward the frat house. “I did what you asked of me, didn’t I? Brad won’t be asking you out anywhere if he knows what’s good for him.”

“Dude,” Stiles said, staring. “You nearly went Alpha on his ass.”

“Would that have been a bad thing?”

“Would that have been a— yes, Sourwolf, that would have been a very bad thing!”

Derek just grunted, not looking convinced. And the entire one-eighty was so sudden, Stiles’s head was spinning. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

“Okay, well that party is over.”

“You didn’t seem to be having much fun anyway,” Derek said. Stiles blinked at him.

“What?”

“You were anxious and bored the entire time,” Derek said. “A combination which I didn’t know was possible until tonight.”

“I was— I was not.”

Derek gave him a flat look. Stiles frowned.

“Whatever. I just wanted to get it over with.”

“Which is why you brought me along,” Derek said. For a moment, the entire ‘Alpha’ bravado actually seemed to drop and he looked a little bothered. “To scare off your supposed friends and make sure they never invited you anywhere ever again, right?”

“Woah, woah, wait. My supposed friends?”

Derek raised an eyebrow. Stiles’s frown turned to a glare as anger crashed over him.

“That’s nowhere near true.”

“You said it yourself,” Derek said hotly. “They’re not pack. They’re normal. But that’s not what you want, is it, Stiles?”

“Why the hell isn’t that something I would want?”

“Because you’re not normal!”

Stiles drew back, a pang shooting through him at the sight of Derek’s red eyes and furious expression. For a moment, he just looked at Derek, Derek looked back, and then the man growled, turning his face away until his eyes were back to normal again.

“I did what you asked, Stiles. Should I drive you back to your dorm now?”

Stiles stood there for another second, throat tight. Then, without a word, he turned toward the Camaro. Because he really didn’t trust himself with words at the moment.

Derek took a little while longer to follow. There was no opening of the passenger side door when he stalked over, unlocking the car and climbing into the driver’s seat before slamming it closed.

There was no talking either, when the man slid the keys into the ignition. Stiles clicked his seatbelt in and glared out the window, listening to the faint sound of music where the frat house seemed to glow neon blue from the lights inside. 

And damn, if he hadn’t imagined this night going a lot of different ways.

But somehow, it had still gone off the rails.

-

When they pulled up in front of his dorm, the parking lot was empty and the one street light barely cast enough light for Stiles to see ten feet in front of him.

He climbed silently out of the Camaro, surprised to see Derek do the same. The man looked at him over the top of the car and Stiles swallowed hard, holding his gaze for a moment before turning away.

“Stiles.”

He froze, cursing himself silently. Stiles could hear the man’s footsteps on the asphalt as Derek moved around the car, finally lifting his eyes to meet grey-green again. 

“Look, Derek, I know tonight went worse than expected, but—”

“Did you like what happened back there?”

Stiles blinked, clamping his mouth shut again. Derek’s face turned a little red and he dropped his gaze.

“I mean, do you like how normal things here usually are?”

Oh.

Stiles stayed quiet, thinking Derek’s words over for a moment. In truth, something about it had been unsettling. Not the party, not the crowd. Derek, maybe. Stiles thought he’d love to see the man smile more and engage in conversation that easily somewhere else. Anywhere else.

But only if it were real. It had to be real.

“Is all of this what you want?” Derek asked, voice barely a whisper. Stiles sighed.

“No,” he said. Derek glanced up, looking startled, and he shrugged. “Or… not like that.”

The man raised an eyebrow. Stiles swallowed hard.

“It’s nice sometimes, you know? I know who these people are, Derek. They’re not supernatural. They’re not going to rip my throat out one day or get killed by a bunch of psycho hunters who think they’d be better as trophies than people.”

Derek winced. Stiles scoffed.

“No,” he said. “They’re not pack. But I’ve spent enough of my life lying about everything that all of this doesn’t seem like much of an issue anymore.”

“So am I a part of the lie now too, then?”

Stiles met the man’s gaze carefully. He wasn’t sure if it was the dim light of the street lamp or the fact that he’d drunk a little too much at the party, but Derek looked downright vulnerable. And this time, it actually seemed real. “I don’t want you to be.”

There was a flicker of red in the werewolf’s eyes. Stiles shook his head.

“I mean, we can totally pretend this whole fake dating thing never happened and go back to our previous arrangement or whatever, but—”

He didn’t get the chance to finish that sentence.

Because suddenly, Derek was kissing him.

Stiles’s brain logged offline for a moment. There was the strangest noise and then he realized it had come from him, Derek’s hand cupping the back of his neck as the man kissed him hard and deep, something about the cool night air and the fact that Stiles was not dreaming making the entire world pause around him for a long moment.

Up close, Derek smelled like leather and pine. There was no alcohol on his breath, though Stiles was pretty sure the taste of college beer had to be on his. Which was a strange thought, he figured, closing his eyes as Derek carded a hand through his hair and then finally, finally, he surged forward to kiss the man back.

Maybe a little more hard and hungry. Maybe a little more wanting and hoping that this was real. That this wasn’t part of another lie.

This couldn’t be part of another lie.

Derek growled at the back of his throat, the sound sending shivers down Stiles’s spine. And it was all wolf and one-hundred percent possessive. Nothing normal, nothing ordinary about it.

And dammit, if Stiles had been dreaming about this since he was an idiot teenager ogling werewolf abs when he thought no one was looking.

What had he told Lydia? The chance of Derek ever falling for him was once in a blue moon. Stiles was pretty sure the moon was not blue-- so did this count as falling? He blinked when Derek broke the kiss, drawing away, and there were sparks of red in the man’s eyes that faded ever so slowly.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. Derek watched him almost nervously, chest rising and falling a little faster than usual.

Stiles blinked again. Once, twice. He was pretty sure this wasn’t a dream.

“Stiles?”

“That was real,” Stiles said, finally taking a breath. The man’s eyebrows drew together and he actually looked a little amused.

“It was.”

“Derek Hale just kissed me, even though the moon was not blue.”

Grey-green eyes flicked upward and then Derek gave him a strange look. But Stiles was still trying to process, touching his lips experimentally and then squinting at the werewolf, reaching out to touch the man’s cheek. 

And yeah, that was Derek Hale’s beard. Stiles breathed out a quiet ‘fuck’ and Derek rolled his eyes.

“Are you done?”

“One more time,” Stiles said, moving forward. Before Derek could react, he was kissing the man again, one hundred percent online this time as Derek stiffened in surprise, then growled, kissing him hard back. Stiles couldn’t tell which was more hungry this time.

It wasn’t normal. Nothing about this was normal.

But Stiles figured if anything was going to be out of the ordinary, it would be who he was not single and lonely with. There was something about Derek Hale happening once in a blue moon and dammit, if Stiles wasn’t going to latch on and never let go.

Once in a blue moon, he thought. But this moon wasn’t blue.

And maybe that made it so much better.

[szchaql]

Total Opposite (part 8)

Paul Lahote x Swan reader

Masterlist

Hi!! I'm back with Chapter 8! Sorry took so long hehehe hope you enjoy❤

(Y/n) could never imagine that her boyfriend and friends try to kill Bella. They, out of people, the one who know about her close relationship with Bella, try to kill her sister.

She's been thinking to call Bella. But she's scared of what will happened next. So she decided to just call Seth and ask him about Bella.

"Well... she's not good.. but she'll be fine.. the Cullen always be there for her." He said over the phone. (Y/n) sigh. "What happened, (y/n)? I heard from Leah that something happened with you and Paul."

"Uhh.. it's actually the same problem like Jake.. you know.. regarding my sister..."

"Ohhhh.. i'm sorry.."

"Why say sorry? You didn't do anything wrong.. me and Paul just didn't agree on a same thing... it's okay.." (y/n) say softly to her best friend on the phone.

Seth sigh heavily. "He didn't hurt you right? He didn't phase in front of you right?" He frantically ask as (y/n) chuckle.

"No. He just shaking. There're the others to prevent it. It's okay, you don't have to worry. By the way, I hope i can see Bella. But i don't feel safe and comfortable around them.. the cullen." (Y/n) confess how much she miss her older sister. It's been a month, she think, that she hasn't meet Bella.

"Don't force yourself.. and there are me, Jake ans Leah to protect you. And besides, they won't hurt you. They are vegetarian, remember.." Seth always knows a way to comfort the young Swan and (y/n) glad that they are best friend.

"Well.. maybe after all of this is over. Me and Paul have to reconcile too. Seeing Bella with my condition, doesn't sound great at all."

Then she heard the voice of Jake calling Seth name from a far.

"Yeah, that's right. Well, i have patrol. Will talk to you again. Okay?"

"Yeah, text me okay? And tell Jake and Leah that i say hi." Seth hum and hang up.

(Y/n) feels a lot better after a talk with Seth. But the knot on her heart still there. She still feel hurt after the fight with Paul and the pack. She want to talk to him and reconcile. But she's scared. And she don't want to give up just like that. She want to teach Paul a lesson. He hurt her, he has to try to accept her decision. He know very well about her and Bella and how close them two.

She lay down on her bed, staring at the ceiling, deep in thought when her dad open the door.

"I'll go to the town. Want to come? You haven't go out since your fight with Paul." He said with a tone full of worry.

"No, thanks Dad.. maybe later." (Y/n) give him a small smile. Charlie nod his head, knowing that his daughter still need some time to collect her mind and heart.

"Call me if you need someting, okay? I will be home before 6." Then he close the door and go out.

As much as she love to be home alone, with the situation of supernatural things make her feel uneasy. She can's ask Seth or Leah. Heck, she can't even ask Emily. In this situation, she hate how her house is close to the forest. She decided to sit up and look out to the window, hoping that one of the boys have patrol around her house.

When she look out, she caught a glimpse of the wolf. But she can't tell which one since it's so dark. Part of her hope that it's Paul, but part of her hope it's someone else. But when the wolf walk closer to her house, she knows that it's Paul. His silver fur shine from the moonlight, making it more beautiful. His deep brown eyes meet her one, making her shiver.

Paul lay down closer to the house, watching her in full alert. Seeing how her boyfriend is watching her, make (y/n) feel safer. But the memories of how he and the pack want to kill her sister make her hurriedly close the curtain. She still can't look at him.

She decided to just doing her homework before she go to sleep.

~~

Paul keeps watching the house for days non stop. Sometimes Embry watch the house at afternoon. But Paul always keeps watch at night until dawn.

Today is the day where (y/n) finally can enjoy her day. She is sitting on the sofa, eating snacks while watching a movie. Charlie is at work, as always.

In the middle of her movie, the sound of someone in the front door make (y/n) turn her head in alert. She stand up and walk toward the window to look outside. There are Embry and Quil, standing in front of the door. She sigh, knowing very well what they want. So she walk back to sit on the sofa and enjoy the movie, doesn't care about the 2 wolves outside the house.

They knock, but (y/n) doesn't even give them a mind. She keeps continue watch the movie, until Embry speak up.

"Hey. We know you are in there. Please let us in! There's something we want to talk about!"

(Y/n) keeps silent.

"Come on, (y/n)! Please!" This time it's Quil who yell.

(Y/n) groan before she yell back. "What! I don't care anymore! Now leave!" Her mood crush down. She didn't want to watch the great movie she watched anymore. She just want to be alone.

"Please! This is about Paul! He need you!" Embry yelled while banging the door mercisely. But (y/n) being a stubborn woman doesn't even give them a mind. She walk up to her own room, locking the window and closing the curtain.

But even then, the boys has another idea. They barged into the house, breaking the door. Hearing the sound of door being broken make (y/n) readi to smack them with a bat on her hand.

"OW!!" Embry yelled in pain as (y/n) smack his head with a bat, strongly. Quil couldn't believe his eyes as he retreat slowly.

"Get out! Now! Before i call my Dad for breaking the house!" She yelled angrily, ready to smack him again.

Embry hold his hands up, trying to calm the girl. "Please, (y/n). Just this one. He really need you." He said in desperate.

(Y/n) snort. "Need me? Need me?! After what he had done?! Unbelievable! Do you think i will easily get back to him?! Or to all of you?! You try to kill Bella!" She didn't know why she cried. Tears just pours out from her eyes.

"He regret it deeply, (y/n).. he's been sick since you left. And he won't eat anything. We are worried about him..." Quil speak slowly, trying not to get into her nerves.

"Still no. Now get out. I won't be back to him until you all, the pack decided not to kill Bella. That's it. If you still manage to try to kill her, it's over. It'll be done with all of you, including Paul." (Y/n) shoved the boys out of her room, even her house, with a bat still in her hand. Of course Embry and Quil still not give up to persuade her to meet Paul and reconcile. But it's no use as (y/n) bang the door in front of their face and lock it.

Regret? So now he regret it? He didn't even think about the consequence when he try to kil Bella.

Feeling tired of the situation, she decided to call her mom and spend some times with her, until everything is over.

"What happened?" Rene ask with worried tone over the phone.

"Will tell you later... I.. I just want to be back with you and spend time with you, mom... i really need this.. please?" (Y/n) voice is shaking, ready to cry in no time. She's so tired. She just want to live a normal life for a while.

Rene sigh, knowing very well about her youngest daughter. "Okay. Tell Charlie okay? I'll be waiting for you at home. Be carefull, dear one."

After speaking to her mom, (y/n) call her Dad about it. He agreed immediately. "Go. Rene will help you. Okay?"

(Y/n) hurriedly purchase the earliest plane and get her things. She just pack her clothes and bring some book. She also call Seth about it. "Do you need me to take you to the airport?" He ask as he help me pack my things.

"No.. it's okay, Seth. Dad will take me. Sorry for bothering over this. I just... i just want to live a normal life for a while.. this is too much for me.. i don't feel safe.." (y/n) said as she take out some of her clothes and put it in her suitcase. Seth helping her with the books.

"I'll inform Bella about this. Do you want to tell Paul and the pack?"

"No. Don't. Just tell Jake and Leah. And of course Bella. And i don't know if i'll be back after all this over...." Seth frown.

"You will be leaving for good? What about Paul?? Didn't it hurt you two?" (Y/n) sit down on her bed, Seth following to sit beside his best friend.

"It hurt of course. But what he did really hurt me. I know it's excessive. But.. Bella... she means so much for me. I can't let her die... it's okay even if she get turn into vampire. But at least she's alive and i can see her. And the most painful thing is that they didn't even hesitate to kill her..." (y/n) sigh heavily.

Seth nod, looking at her. "If you miss me so much, call me. I'll go to see you. Okay?" (Y/n) smile listening to it. Seth is always a cheerfull guy. He always try to make me feel better despite the circumtance.

"Thankyou.. for always being there for me..."

~~

"Do you need anything?" Charlie ask (y/n) as they arrive at the airport.

"No. I'm fine.. thankyou, Dad..."

Charlie smile softly and hug her. "It's okay, dear.. as long as you are happy. Tell your mom i said hi. Get a full rest and enjoy it as long as you need. It's okay if you con't come back, I still can come see you."

After the hug, (y/n) get ready to go boarding. They hug for the last time and she receiving a goodbye kiss from Charlie before she leave. Sitting on the plane, she sigh. She knows sooner or later the boys will know. And of course Paul will do everything in his power to reach her and get her. She decided not to think further of it and just enjoy her quality normal life with her mom.

On the other side, Sam's pack has been restless. Bella's due date is almost there. Sam can't even rest his mind for a single bit. He think about Paul and (y/n) condition, and the Bella thing. He knows that when they decided to keep trying to kill her, (y/n) will never back and even forgive them. This will be bad for Paul. But he just can't let that baby do something horrible affer they are born. They almost kill Bella on the way.

The night comes.

Bella is in labor. Paul is watching the Cullen, despite his protest. As soon as Jake is running out of the house, crying, he know that Bella is dead. So he retreat and head back to inform Sam.

Billy try to stop Sam from doing what he want to do. Aa soon as they know that Bella didn'f make it, Sam immediately decided to fight the Cullen to kill the baby. It's getting out of hands.

Sam's packs are fighting the Cullen and Seth and Leah, when Jacob running in between them to stop. He even shift to talk with Sam.

Suprisingly, Jacob imprinted on Bella's daughter, Renesmee. Sam can't do anything about it. He can't kill her. That's against the law. So he and his pack retreat. But before they get to fully leave, Jacob inform that they didn't regret what they did. Because (y/n) surely won't come back.

"What do you mean?" Paul asked as he heard Sam's thought.

"She's back to Phoenix, living with her mom. Once she heard that you still tried to kill Bella, she won't forgive all of you and she won't come back. That's what she told us before she left. You knew about the consequence, Sam. But you still did it. You knew that the baby wasn't a harm to anyone, but you still tried to killed it. And now, see what have you done. To Paul, to (y/n), to us. I don't mind about us, but think about how hurt (y/n) will be when she knows. Just prepared yourselves then." Jacob said to Sam in warning tone, before he with Leah and Seth leave them.

Sam couldn't believe his ears. (Y/n) leave?

"What?!" Paul yelled in shock after he heard that his imprint leave. "Sam! Tell me!"

"Let's get back first and change." He and rest of his pack retreat. Paul forcefully follow him.

Once they back to Emily's and shift, Paul immediately ask Sam. "What do you mean that (y/n) leave?!"

"Jacob told me that (y/n) leave to meet is mom in Phoenix. She leave a week ago. Seth said that she want to have short normal life with her mom, that she's tired of all of this. She didn't feel safe at all. And there's a chance that she won't be back here anymore. And knowing that we tried to killed Bella... make things worse between us and (y/n)..." Paul couldn't believe at what Sam had said.

She leave just like that? She didn't feel safe? Why? Why did she just give up like that?

"I.. i have to see her! I have to ask her! I.. she can't leave!" Paul yelled angryly and feel hurt, then he leave. He have to see her no matter what. He feel so guilty for hurting her to this extent. He didn't imagine that (y/n) dare to leave him.

Jared and Embry go with Paul, for mental support. "Make sure he or she didn't do anything stupid. Make sure you two help them.." Sam said as they all in the airport, waiting.

"Of course. Don't worry Sam. We will do our best." Jared said.

When they heard that they need to get ready to board the plane, Paul without second thought leave first. Jared and Embry follow him after. Sam just hope that Paul and (y/n) can reconcile faster and make the best decision. He hope that (y/n) will back to Paul.

Taglist : @calling-dips-on-j-hope @tbhprobablydontcare @ivettt

[sibsteria]

all the angels [cast & angels & chuck]

prompts: ''run away with me''

summary: [bare with me, this is a long summary and concept] throughout the decades, y/n and the angels lived in harmony, her being the only being with powers on par with chuck. an immortal life with your angels sounds good, doesn't it? something goes wrong and y/n gets projected into the world of the spn actors. she had never met god, despite being made for the angels because of him. the thing is, she doesn't remember anything of her life with the angels and this messes with reality. the world of reality, along with y/n, are all magically convinced she has always been in their universe as a fellow cast mate. what happens when most of her favourite angels and a certain hellish man team up to collect her in the middle of a con?

characters: Rob Benedict, Richard Speight Jr, Mark Pellegrino, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Sebastian Roche, Chuck Shurley, Gabriel, Castiel, Lucifer, Balthazar, Crowley

warnings: I dreamt something along the lines of this and it's just pure crack, I apologise, fluff, angst, everyone is single because it gets weird. I wrote this at 4am :/

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''So let's talk about Y/n's character! She hasn't been explained too much but we know her backstory.'' Wow, thank you, Mark Sheppard.

''Well, I'm pretty sure the fans already know.'' I shrug, but a glare from the man before me makes me roll my eyes.

''Come on, don't leave them in the dust, also sharing a name with your character is weird right?'' He teases me, I resist the urge to walk over and playfully slap him.

''Fine. She was created by God to please the angels in whatever way they needed, with her consent obviously. She creates a connection with Gabriel and their connection become the focus of her life, until she meets Crowley-'' I look over at Sheppard and paint a fake scowl on my face, sending the audience into light laughter. ''-who is also vying for her attention, but as you all know, she had been killed off at the end of the last season. Y'all didn't see that blinding golden light and her disappearing act?'' I raise my eyebrow at the crowd. They murmur amongst themselves.

''Are you sure she was killed off?'' Richard snickers from next to me. ''What if her dear Gabe just snapped her away for some-'' He wags his eyebrows to out fans. ''-angel on paragon action.''

''It's literally in the script shut up- or you know, believe this idiot.'' I smile, showing I meant no offense

''Scripts change! You know that!'' Misha reasons, aggressively.

''I suppose so.'' Leaving audiences in an unsolved mystery is the fun of cons.

---

Sitting in the green room, it's sweaty and warm after the panel. We are instantly greeted by our colleagues awaiting their next instructions such as Mark Pellegrino, Sebastian Roche and Rob Benedict.

''Welcome back, you little bastards.'' Sebastian's voice rings throughout the room, I groan, faceplanting onto the couch where Rob sat, fiddling with an acoustic guitar.

We sat, talked, ate, I napped, yknow the usual.

---

''So, do you think they will bring you back for the next season?'' Misha asks, I bite my lip and answer him.

''I have no idea, no one has said anything so maybe not. I'll be joining our widdle Kings of Con if not.'' I give a baby voice when talking about the couple that is R2.

''Hey!'' Rob's voice wavers in his distinct little way.

''Rude of you to call me little.'' Richard winks and I shoot gag at him, he feigns a frown.

''In other news-'' Mark Pellegrino's cut-in is interrupted by a blinding golden light, surrounding the room. I grip onto Rob's arm as the ground begins to shake, burring my head into his chest, I cover my eyes from the light. He holds me back just as tight, hiding in the comfort of my shoulder. One of many weird, intimate moments with him that makes people believe we are together.

A loud, pitched, sound rattles around us. A few of us scream in pain but I just whimper and move closer into Rob.

Suddenly, everything stops and stills.

I can't force myself to move.

''What the fuck?!'' I hear Misha, making me not want to move even more.

''Ha! Look, she's cuddling you. Awe.'' I hear Richard's voice, but it wasn't him, it didn't sound like him. I pull myself away from Rob's chest and look at the scene unfolding.

'What the fuck?'' I whisper, repeating Collins' earlier comment. Stood here, a few feet in front of us are Gabriel, Balthazar, Castiel, Crowley, Lucifer and Chuck. Did I miss something?

''Not happy to see us, darlin'?'' Gabriel smirks, a foot of his approaches me, I look at them in confusion and shock.

''W-What's going on?'' That is the first time I have ever heard Pellegrino stutter.

''We should probably talk...'' Chuck wavers his hands to us all, motioning us to listen to him.

''So, uh, Y/n here? She's our Y/n, from our reality and we kinda want her back.'' Gabriel shuffles his weight between each of his feet, I'm in too much terror to even speak, so is everyone else.

''You hear him, dickbags? We want her back.'' Lucifer crosses his arms, staring dead into Pellegrino's soul, presumably to make him uncomfortable.

''I don't understand-'' I stop myself, leaving it at that.

''Wait, do you not remember?'' Gabriel looks at me, broken eyes reflect his inside pain.

''Of course she doesn't, you bollock! Can't you see the look on her face?'' Crowley rolls his eyes but for some reason I can sense his true sadness.

''I will explain, better.'' Castiel takes a step towards me. ''You are Y/n Divine, our Divine, your the celestial from our existence. Your our...?'' He struggles to find the words, Balthazar answers for him. Not the lot of explaining I need there, Cas.

''Our collective soulmate, so to speak.'' He nods.

''Yeah, that's who I am in Supernatural but- this isn't the show, this is reality. I gotta be dreaming, oh my God-'' Chuck interferes (doesn't he always).

''That's me.'' The nervous laugh from the bearded almighty almost makes me laugh, almost, but the situation was too real for it. ''Would it help if I...showed you?'' He says, unsure of his choice of words.

For some reason, I pour my trust into him, and walk towards the clone of my almost boyfriend, I wished.

''Mind if I show all of you?'' Chuck asks, before ignoring some of the 'no's in the room and he snaps, bringing us into a dream state.

Scenes flow through our brains, ones that weren't in the show

---

Dressed in a white kaftan with golden afflictions, there was Y/n, lay in the greenest of grass. And next to her? Gabriel the Archangel. Almost in a Bella-Edward meadow position, the two looked into each other, reading one another's soul.

''Run away with me.'' Gabriel whispers, lighter than air.

''What?'' She snaps out of her dreamy daze.

''Let's leave, you don't need any other angel that isn't me.'' This breaks her heart, although Gabriel was her favourite and the one she had a special connection with, she had a duty to remain near the other angels.

''I want to-'' Gabe's heart lifts but sank soon after. ''-but you know I can't. I wasn't created to defy my purpose, I would cease to exist if I did.'' A tear rolls down her cheek, the light from the fading sun rested gracefully on her skin.

''I know. Oh, what was I thinking? My father will come after us and- I would rather now think about what he would do to us, to you.'' He looks away from her to relish in his pain.

''Don't be like that, my little Aurelian enchanter-'' She mentions the colour of his golden wings, which lay across the ground behind him, a beautiful sight. ''-the time will come where no angel needs me, then I can devote myself to you, only you.'' She mumbles, pressing a sure kiss to the peak of his nose. He huffs in a peaceful array of emotion.

''At least you don't kiss any other of my brothers or estranged family.'' He nudges back at her, nose to nose.

---

''That was sickening to watch.'' Pellegrino chuckles into the dark abyss of our voices, unable to see each other but still recognising each other within the blindness.

''Shall I show you another one?'' A rhetorical question from the Lord from above, as he whisks us into another memory.

---

She sat on a bench, clad in elegancy, the world was still new and beaming. New angels were being created, not all of them needed a divine celestial to aid them, so she spent her days watching the creations live. The bees harvesting pollen from the flowers was one of her favourite sights.

She felt an angelic presence appear next to her, but a new one, an unknown one.

''Who might you be?'' She asks, not tearing her eyes away from the fuzz of a creature.

''I am Castiel.'' Short and stat, seems like the kind of being he was, without a vessel he could be read more easily.

''No vessel yet, I assume?'' She looks towards the beam of light beside her.

''No, not yet. I hardly think there's a need for such a thing.'' His voice was the most beautiful she had heard, of all the angels, no vessel and no front made him so much more enticing.

''Well, nice to meet you. You're wings...they're black? Pretty though, new as well.'' She smiled at Castiel, his aura positively increased, the interaction helping them both. Just a simple amount of time in company can help an angel.

''Thank you.''

---

''So that's Castiel?'' Misha seems uneasy.

''Would you like to see the encounter between her and his vessel?''

---

She sat, with Balthazar, just grooming his beautiful wings. An act she did for her most favourite angels.

''Have you seen Castiel's vessel?'' He smiles up at her, in his own vessel.

''Not yet but I am excited though, from the comments I'm hearing, he is a most handsome fellow.'' She brushes past a certain spot, making Bal shiver in delight, not in a sexual manner.

''Ugh, like you don't find yourself infatuated with my golden winged brother already, don't go falling for another one.'' He groans in disgust, she laughs, melodically.

''I can promise you, I won't.'' That was a future lie.

''Hello, Y/n.'' A new voice from behind her, sensing the energy, she knew it was Cas.

A wide grin stretches across her features, ''Castiel!'' She shouts, whipping round to face the angel in his new restrictions. ''My, my, good choice, my angel.'' A nickname specifically reserved for the defying being.

''I would say 'thank you', but it would be a most similar and repetitive interaction.'' She sighs in relaxation, reliving her first encounter with Castiel.

''You are always welcome, you're one of my favourites.'' She boops his nose, squeaking 'boop' at the same time, Cas cocks his head in confusion.

''Boop?'' He questions her, she shrugs her shoulders.

''You're cute, so I booped you.'' She giggles, Castiel couldn't refuse the stutter in his 'emotions' as she spoke.

''Okay.''

---

I heard Mark Sheppard's voice throughout the void, ''YoU'rE cUtE, sO i BoOpEd YoU!'' His badgering voice pointing fun at me.

''Shut up.'' I mumble.

---

It was beautiful, the winding waterfall gushing down the rocks, watching it flow. She sat, in deep thought, things between Lucifer and Michael were getting tense, she was scared for the future.

''You don't need to worry about us, my little cherub.'' Lucifer's voice mixed eloquently with the sound of the waves slowly connecting the lake below.

''It's part of my job, I couldn't help it if I tried.'' She shrugged, she stared at the water, taking in the fresh air.

''I know that things aren't simple, they never will be, just know you will always have me. I have never spoken to anyone in such a tone before, you should be honoured, little one.'' This made her accumulate, she leaned back into hold, he was a median temperature. It was nice.

''My Lucifer.'' She grinned in thought. ''You always have been the most intriguing, I will never give up on you, I promise you that.'' She craned her neck to look at the blonde, before pressing the smallest of kisses to his jaw. She had never seen him so vulnerable, so honest with himself, and she wouldn't again for some time.

---

''My dear, this is too dangerous. You are not a warrior, you are a healer and an abettor. I can't let you, I'm sorry.'' Crowley's gruff rumble soaked the thin air, she wanted to fight for her angels- with her angels. She held the power, but not the will.

''I was made for this moment, this is my purpose, I have to do something.'' She pleads, tears stinging her eyes.

''Listen to me, darling, they need you alive more than you're help. Listen to what I'm saying, although I am nonpartisan, I can't remain unbiased. I fear that my little, fascination with you is what keeps you safe. The angels may not love it, but it keeps you safe whilst they handle their own. They want you safe, so that is what I will do.'' His short monologue seemed to flip something within Y/n, she stayed silent for a moment, reeling in thought. Hearing his repetition of the word safe just made her wish the same for her angels.

''I-I guess you're right. I don't want anything to happen to them, you remember last time, when it all-'' She couldn't bring herself to continue, relishing in the agony of remembering when Lucifer was cast.

''Yes, my dear, and you nearly got caught in the crossfire. It can't happen again, there is no other being like you and there never will be. The stories are that God nearly killed himself trying to create you, you are everything he wanted humanity to be.'' She smiled at this, he was trying to cheer her up with a bit of complimenting. ''Even if you are stubborn.'' She slapped his chest, as a farce and let out a small cachinnate.

---

Everyone was silent, things started to get heavy on thought and reason. No one could think of a word to say.

''One more for good measure, then we will asses you, Y/n.'' Uh, what does that mean?

---

The quiet air that surrounded the two was comforting and safe, content and peaceful. Y/n and Gabriel sat opposite one another, his wings lay in her lap as she did what she does best. Her hands traced up the outer lining of his wings, from top to bottom, before moving in the the inner feathers. She rolled a collection of feathers between her fingers each time she moving a few inches down, softly and gently. Working out the stress and the tightness that wound itself within them, he holds onto her knee, using it as a gripping post every once in a while. It wasn't a pain thing though, it was quite the opposite, the gratification and the bliss he was receiving from such a special moment was intense.

''I don't know why, I think your wings are my favourite.'' She hums out, brushing out the feathers she had been fixing in a swoop from the height of his wing and downwards, before moving on to the next section.

''Oh, really?'' Gabriel couldn't resist the playful tone residing in his comment, but that was what Y/n loved, he wasn't afraid to tease her.

''Without a doubt, they're mesmerising. Such a beautiful colour, and shape. They suit you so well.'' Slowly, she leans forward to kiss the corner of his mouth, before gently pulling herself back.

''Come on, sweetheart! You can do better than that-'' His voice is cut off by a staggering gasp as she unwinds a knot in his feather,  gripping her knee tight, he swoons.

She doesn't say a word, yet she picks up her head again, craning towards the angel's face. While continuing to brush out his ailerons of flight, she kisses him again, direct and strong. She moves against his lips with such care but much passion, Gabriel couldn't resist the slip of his tongue to her, she wasn't in any way complaining.

---

''Okay, that was upsetting to watch.'' Richard grumbles, we find ourselves back inside the green room, standing in front of us remain Chuck and Gabriel.

''You're telling me.'' I let a slanted expression reach my face.

''You mean you still don't remember?'' Gabriel's frown tugs at my heart, I feel something for him, but not as immense as what we have been watching.

''I have something that might work, but it might...do something?'' Chuck gives out a nervous chuckle, small and barely there.

''Do it, I need her back, I don't care about the consequences unless it hurts her.'' The strain and torment in his intonation is dismal.

''It won't hurt her, but it might- never mind, if it happens then it happens, if it doesn't then you will be happy you didn't know.'' Chuck walks towards me with purpose and I cower back slightly, a stern alarm on my face.

''W-Woah there, what are you doing?'' I reach out my hands in a 'stop' motion, he grabs hold of them.

''Bringing back your memory, I need you to focus on the moments you just watched, think about how you felt during them.'' I thought back, I felt as if I was the girl in the grass, and in heaven and the girl who loved the angels. I revelled in the select memories, the beautiful memories. ''Good, carry on thinking about them and how you felt.''

I felt a warmth surge through my hands, as they remained connected to Chuck's.

''It's working.'' I peek open my eyes and look down at our hands. Mine are white and hold a holy glow, my eyes widen as I look at the magic.

''This is you?'' I ask, Chuck shakes his head.

''It's you, well, it's us. You have your own powers, but this kind can only be used when I am touching you. You know you have angelic advantages, from the show?'' He explains in a way I understand, I nod. ''D-Do you want to remember this world? Along with your true one?'' I bit my lip before answering.

''I would, some people I can't let go.'' I look towards Rob, who stood off towards the side, the group of my colleagues still in shock of the situation, some whispering to each other.

''I see. Are you ready?'' The heat is getting more intense in my hands, a burning hot white light shines from then.

''I think so.''

''I need to warn you, you may not like what could happen next.'' He unclasps our hands before reaching up to sandwich my head between them. It wasn't painful, it was peculiar, my body went numb. This took around a minute before he took his hands of me.

My mind and his instantly travelled to a secluded world. It was barren and empty, but beautiful, Red sand and burnt skies surrounded me, small oasis' patched around. The sun was in a constant set, never going up nor down.

''Where are we?'' I asked Chuck, he was dressed in a white pant and shirt, I looked down towards myself. I was enclosed by a gorgeous lengthy white garment, a golden sash across my waist.

''We're in your head. How are you feeling?'' I smile.

''Like myself, thanks Chuck, nice to meet you by the way- can't believe I haven't said that yet, after all Gabe has told me.''

''Um, okay, this is going to be awkward to ask. What do you feel? When you look at me, that is.''

''Hm...'' I look into his soft eyes. I felt as if I belonged there, like it was home. My whole existence within his soul.

''That's- not good.'' He must have read me, because I didn't say that out loud. I widen my eyes, starting to panic. ''I-I mean, it could be? It depends how you feel on the matter.'' He tries to soothe me.

''Explain.'' Was all I said.

''We- well. I've linked us, not on purpose. You're life's fulfilment is with me now, along with the angels. I'm not your creator anymore, I'm your equal. Yet you are not light nor dark, your the meld of both, a mediator if you will. The love for the angels, can be found within myself now. I'm sorry, I never thought it would actually happen.'' I'm guessing this is the first time he has ever apologised, I don't know how but- I feel like I know everything about him. The almost humanitarian way he dabbles jn his powers is confronting.

''Yes, that's another edge you have, you know everything about me now, you know who I am and what I've done.'' He looks ashamed and off to the side.

''You may not be proud of who you are, but I am-'' I hold his hand and turn his head with my other. ''You're the creator, just because you have done bad things, does not mean you're a bad person.'' I feel like I've known him my whole life, I technically have. He remains silent.

''We will have our time, go seem them. If you ever need to see me and I'm not around, think of this place and I'll meet you here, no matter how far apart we are.'' He extracts us from the sanctuary.

I'm back in my own body, looking around at the awkward faces of my peers. We must have been stood, staring into space for some time.

''Hey-''I turn to Gabe as he speaks, walking towards him before I stop dead in my tracks. I swiftly run back to Chuck, slamming my lips against his, I feel my heart stutter in the shock of my own actions. He kisses me back with much more passion, before I pull away. I look at Rob, his mouth his hung open, using my power I look into his head.

He's shocked and- jealous. He thinks it's invigorating to see a version of himself kiss you. Realising he could've admitted his feelings to you, perhaps you wouldn't have gone back to them.

''Well- okay, that's new.'' Gabriel mutters, his voice cracks in the middle of his speech.

I turn and run towards Gabe.

''Don't worry, you're still my favourite.'' He yanks me into a hug, pulling me into a compact hug, I wrap my legs around his waist.

He whispers some enochian into my ear, I bite my lip and smile. Along the lines of 'should I book the hotel now or later?'.

''You know full well we don't need to do that.'' I couldn't help but tease him back, he sighs in content, happy to have us back.

''I'm- confused, what the fuck is going on?'' Sebastian calls.

''If you want, you can make them forget, Y/n.'' Chuck announces, a valley of yelling and protests wash over me from the Supernatural cast.

''Can I? It could be for the best...'' I trail off, the cast look at me with hurt in their eyes, I decide to communicate with Rob through his head.

'Rob' He looks around, alarmed. 'I'm in your mind, don't panic'

'How could you? I know you aren't meant to be here but please don't make me forget you' I could hear the pain within him.

'I won't completely, you'll know me, but not as who I am. You will know me as your colleague and friend, I'll visit you'

'I love you, I'm sorry I never said it' I heard his heart shatter.

'I love you too, maybe we can develop something in the future' Maybe I was asking too much of myself, maybe not.

''You ready to go back?'' Chuck waltzes toward me and Gabriel. ''Other angels want to see you, I can hear them, it's rather annoying.'' I smile at the thought of seeing them all again, this time knowing who they are to me.

''I think so.'' I turn back to say my goodbyes.

''Misha, you are one of the most genuine and kind people this Earth can offer, I'm so happy I met you.'' I move forward to hug him, channelling my power, as soon as I leave this plane it will activate- leaving them in the state they were before.

''Mr. Sheppard, you smarmy bastard, never change. The world couldn't take it. I'll see you soon.'' I step forward to hug him.

''My, my, Pellegrino, a tear? Not going soft on me, are you?'' He shakes his head, rolling his eyes at me. ''I'll miss you and your karaoke.'' I hug him, he holds on a little longer, refusing to let me go. I look at him with sad eyes, before turning to Sebastian.

''You and your attitude Roche, you're such a light person, you'll see me again and I promise you that. Keep up the humour, you're not yourself without it.'' I hug him, ejecting a powerful wave.

''Richard, I will admit you are my best friend, even when you're trying to sleep with everything that walks. Take care of Robbie for me, I won't be too long before my next visit, so hold on.'' I grip him in my arms, pulling gently on his beard as we part, before getting mockingly swatted away.

I couldn't sat goodbye to Rob, looking at his disheartened face. ''R-Robbie-'' I tried not to cry, saying goodbye to so many friends is breaking me.

''I can't explain how much you mean to me, I love you, in every way you can imagine. I love you all.'' I hug Rob, not wanting to let go.

''Please don't go.'' His whimper makes me finally let out tears.

''I need to. I promise I'll return.'' I think about my next action, before deciding on it.

'Pull away if you don't want this.' I say to him, his head is swimming with agony.

Kissing him, very lightly, I feel tears mix on my lips. I pull away before I get too attached.

''Gonna miss you, so much.'' He whispers to me, clutching my shirt in his hands.

''I have to go, bye Benedict, till we meet again.'' I try to spin a comedic affect into my words, stepping away from my best friends.

Chuck holds out his hands, Gabriel and I connect to them. I shut my eyes, I can't face what I'm leaving behind. I feel a golden illumination against my shut eyelids.

It's not forever, but I will miss them.

[zodiyack]

When The Past Follows

Requested by Anon: Hey I really love your writing and I was wondering if you could do a supernatural x the originals fanfic. Maybe the reader grew up with the Winchesters and both her and Dean have unexpressed feelings for each other so when they go to New Orleans for a case and a secret past relationship with Klaus comes to the surface things get...well...complicated.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader, mentioned previous Niklaus Mikaelson x Female!reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, cocky Klaus

Words: 2,013

Summary: (See Request)

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Some Years Ago . . .

“I love you.”

“I love you too...but-

“But what.” His words was not a question, but a command. A command to know her reasoning.

“I...I told you...I’m good to mess around, be involved but...” her hand caressed his face gently. The man leaned into her warm, soft skin, closing his eyes as a crestfallen look slid upon his face.

“Don’t say it-” he breathed softly.

As much as she wanted to comply to his request, though it was more of a demand, reality was the giant hurdle she simply couldn’t jump over. Going around would be cheating and running into it would do nothing to affect anything positively. Her only choice was to give up, for she’d tried and tried to jump over it for so damn long, her legs felt as though they were about to give out.

The moment was almost poetic, in a depressed, melancholy way. A single tear slipped from her eye before she sniffled and tore her hand from his face. “I have to leave soon. One of the consequences to that is that I can’t afford to fall in love. Not now, probably not ever. Especially not with someone...like...like...”

“Like me.” His eyes opened and the softness faded from his blue orbs. The feeling of tenderness no longer filled the air around them.

“No- not like that! It’s-”

“Yes, like that. If that’s how it is, if you believe I’m like the ones you hunt...so be it.”

The waterworks did their job and the dam broke, for she was unable to stop herself. “What? I-”

“Leave,” he hesitated, but not for long, turning his back on the woman he once loved, “before I tear your throat out.”

Present Day

“Where are we?” Y/n rubbed the tiredness out of her eyes, just waking up from a long nap that had lasted most of the drive. The last thing she remembered was curling up in the backseat and closing her eyes. Now, the car was somewhere new. It was familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“On our way to New Orleans. We have a mission, remember?”

“Name sounds familiar.” She sighed, still stuck on digging through her memory. “How long until we stop?”

“Not that long, sweetie.” Dean assured her. He met her eyes through the mirror, a chuckle erupting from his throat when she raised her brow to the nickname. “We’ll wake you when we get there. You should rest some more.”

It took one second for her to shut her eyes and drift back into unconsciousness. This time, though, her sleep was not as pleasant. Somewhere, deep inside her, she knew what lied in New Orleans. And that part of her dreaded what was to come.

They arrived at a mansion of sorts, parking in the closest spot they could, which was hard due to the rowdy street. The Winchester brothers found it amusing, the cheeriness of the natives, the tourists itching to see every bit of what they thought was some normal place. Y/n, however, made the connection the second she laid eyes on the French Quarter.

“C’mon, we’re supposed to go inside this place.” Sam double checked the paper in his hand before nodding up to the gated mansion. Y/n’s eyes doubled in size, it felt like her heart dropped to her stomach.

“There?”

He nodded slowly but brushed it off as though she was simply making sure. A shudder ran through the three of them when they stepped onto the property. Everything felt off. The energy. The scent. The sight that greeted them;

Sam cringed, perturbed as the grotesque sound of fangs ripping into flesh became the only sound in the room. Noticing both the discomfort on the Winchesters’ faces and the uncomfortably familiar person they were staring at, Y/n took charge.

“Sorry to interrupt your meal, but we have some shit to do, and questions to ask.”

Klaus’ head turned, his body tense like a snake coiling to pounce on the oblivious little mouse. However, the second his eyes met Y/n’s, he relaxed, only for a second. Then his better-than-thou demeanor returned his infamous cheeky grin slipped upon his blood-stained lips.

“I thought I told you to leave, little mouse.” That’s what she was to him. Just another little creature for him to savagely drain.

What he didn’t know, was that over time, she became what was known as a wolf in sheep’s clothing, ironically. Spending most of her life with the Winchesters impacted her a lot, but after cutting Klaus from her life and spending more time with the brothers, she toughened up dramatically. “Yeah but then you hired us to rid ‘your city’ of some supernatural vermin, but the only vermin I see is you.”

“Feistier now, I love it. Pleasure to see you again, Y/n/n.” Rebekah descended from the staircase, a genuine smile on her painted lips as she greeted her old friend. “And you picked up some better friends. I knew I liked you for a reason.”

“Better as in not Klaus?” She asked. Then Y/n met the man in question’s eyes and held a bitter smile. “Couldn’t agree more.”

“Finally, someone sees my point. Anyways, I’ll guide you to my part of the problem while Nik discusses his with the boys.” The blond was quick to pull Y/n away and up to her room, pulling out a drink before she would actually take her to see what was in the Mikaelson cellar.

Without Y/n, the tension had thickened. More specifically, the tension between the two men who had ever loved her. Dean’s unspoken feelings and Klaus’ romantic trauma were unbeknownst to each other, but Klaus was no fool. He could pick up on Dean’s feelings from a mile away, and he was feeling rather petty at the moment.

The mischief in this expression grew a dangerous amount. “You and I are the same, friend.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Dracula.” He held the look of disinterest.

Klaus gave an acknowledging nod to Dean’s jest-like-quip. “Sure you do. While we are of different species,” he paused, the corners of his mouth nearing his eyes with each second the passed by, “we are interested in the same prize.”

Dean began to sweat, informing Klaus that he did indeed know the subject of the matter, but still, he avoided giving into the antagonizing hybrid. “Nice to meet a man who likes his sandwiches, right Sammy?”

“I- ...What?”

“No, no. While it would be nice to get a bite of her, taste her sweet blood, I find it wouldn’t be as appetizing to you as it is to me?”

Sam stepped forward, “Back off, dude. Dean isn’t a vamp, and Y/n isn’t gonna be your next meal.”

“That’s not quite what I meant...” He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing and grin not yet faltering. “Sammy, is it?”

“It’s Sam to you.” Dean grumbled. “Look, Y/n can choose on her own.”

“Agreed.” Niklaus nodded. His lips were forming another word, but Dean interjected at record speed.

“But she has a brain, so don’t expect her to choose your fanged ass.”

“Dean!”

“Sam!”

“Enough.” Klaus’ playfully sinister expression dissipated into pure agitation. “It may be that she can choose with her own free will, but she has already chosen me once, who’s to say she wouldn’t be opposed to choosing me again?”

The hybrid’s cruel smile returned to his face as Dean visually tensed. Dean’s jaw and fists clenched. Had Sam not grabbed his arm, Dean probably would’ve swung at the cocky man in front of him. “We have some business to do, if you don’t mind showing us?”

“Ah, yes, right this way please.”

Rebekah’s, really Hayley Marshall and the werewolves of the Bayou’s, problem was solved, leaving Klaus’ to be taken care of before the three could return home. He drove them to some woodsy area, ushered them out of the car, and from then on, they walked. The four of them tried to stay together the best they could, but every now and then the group would drift slightly.

Another drift happened, Sam closer to Klaus who was leading the way. This was it. A free moment to ask. Dean had to take advantage of it. He neared Y/n cautiously before whispering in her ear, “Is it true?”

Y/n furrowed her brows in confusion. “Is what true?”

“That you and the Count,” he nodded his head in Klaus’ direction, “were up close and personal?”

“What?”

“Ya know... You guys were bangi-”

Y/n’s face scrunched, “No! I know what you meant- I just- Who told you that?”

“Mr. Wolf himself.”

Her expression morphed into one of rage. “What else did he tell you?”

Y/n grabbed Klaus’ arm, making Dean’s jaw clench and Klaus smile wickedly. She harshened her grip and planted her feat, telling him to stay behind with her. Dean threw a glance over his shoulder to Y/n but continued forward with Sam when she nodded reassuringly. 

“I see, you really aren’t opposed to more-”

She rolled her eyes and let go of his arm to turn and face him. Although Klaus’ grin grew at her actions, it fell when he was shoved backwards. “Why the fuck are you such a dick?!”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, love. The worst of them all is what I’ve always aimed to be.”

“Of course you have.” Another eye-roll. She was tired of his bullshit. It followed her for years, then she finally had other things on her mind, but here it was again. “Just tell me, why on earth you would bring up our relationship out of the blue. You were the one who spat on my heart, were you not?”

“That’s hardly the case! You broke my own when you said ‘but’ after claiming to love me!”

Red clouded her vision. “I did love you! Just...” Y/n tried to calm herself. “Tell me why you did it.”

“Couldn’t help myself. Perhaps I was jealous.”

Y/n scoffed. “Jealous? What’s there to be jealous of?”

“You really don’t see it?” He chuckled.

“See what?”

“I think your friend Dean got the point pretty quickly.”

The gears grinded, a mere moment passing by before- “What?! No- He doesn’t... Does he?... Even if he does...why...” It wasn’t the only thing that clicked. “You fucking asshole! Is this why you hired us? To get a rise out of the man I love?”

“On the contrary, I do have a rather annoying problem with some supernatural being, however, like I said, I couldn’t help but watch the envy in your little crush grow with each story I shared.”

Y/n shifted on her feet, furrowed her brows, and sighed heavily. “Lets catch up then. But once we deal with it, I want out of your life, and you out of mine.”

“Wha-”

“I said, we’re doing what you hired us to do, and then we’re gone.”

“Ar-”

“Yes! Yes, I’m fucking sure, Klaus! I never wanted to come back here anyways. You hired us, we responded. You wanna know why I’m pissed right now? Well, for one, you threatened me when I said I had to leave, then now, you had the fucking nerve to pick on Dean the second you noticed his feelings towards me when I’m not yours to be jealous over. You riled him up over something I try to forget.”

Her words made him flinch, tears leaving his eyes. “Do you really mean that?”

“Yes.” She took a second for her tone to sink in, then turned back toward the boys, who were becoming smaller and smaller in the distance. “We’re finishing our case. When we’re done, I plan on living a happy life with Dean by my side, doing cases with him and his brother, maybe having a kid or two, and never, I mean never this time, seeing you ever again.”

Then, with one final shake of her head, she ran off to join the Winchesters. To say her words were easy to take in would be bullshit. And, she sighed, Klaus was full of that.

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Hi Kay!

I just wanted to take a moment and say how deeply moving (and overall comforting) I find your writing to be! I've gone through almost the entirety of your masterlist twice in the past month alone and have found myself returning more often to the pieces of literature/poems your reference sometimes. (Especially that one poem by Benedict Smith! I've read a few more by him because of you and they're just wonderfully lovely 💛 so I'm eternally thankful to you for including it.)

I may be wrong in assuming, but I believe you may have studied/are currently studying a degree involving literature. I hope this isn't too foreward of me but I was wandering if you have any other works of literature that you'd recommend? (I'd love to read anything you recommend from poems to plays 💛) I'm slightly embaressed to say but the works I've read are quite limited to a highschool level and since I'm currently studying Pharmacy, there are very few people who can recommend me such moving works. :)

I also feel like I should apologise for writing such a large ask, so please accept this apology as well hehe 💕🥺

Sincerely,

Bek 🌻

Hey there Bek 💚💕✨

First of all... I'm incredibly sorry for how long it took me to reply to this ask, I know you sent it weeks ago and I'm honestly just ashamed of myself for only replying now! I've been taking a bit of a Tumblr break again, or rather a break from literally everything, and I guess not having written anything in a while made me feel guilty whenever I opened Tumblr, so... All I can say for myself really is that I'm sorry you had to wait so long! Again, I never ever ignore anyone, I promise! It just sometimes takes a while for me to reply 😅🙈

Now, I'm so happy to hear that you've been enjoying my writing! 🥺🥰 Hearing that it's comforting and inspiring to you is honestly such a relief and indeed does make me happy more than I can say 💚 It's so cool that you're checking up on all the references I make aaahhh 🥺🥺🥺 I love it 😁 You're always more than welcome, love! I don't think I could stop including references to literature, culture, history and the science around it even if I tried 😅☺️

And yeah, I did study classics and newer literature as a minor for my undergrad degree 😄 But tbh I still work with literally a lot even now (I'm in grad school for media and cultural studies) even though it's technically not something I've been properly taught ☺️ I'm just a nerd who likes to learn on her own, and with media and culture you can pretty much delve into almost anything you want 😂😅🤷🏻‍♀️

Now, it's not forward at all to ask me for literature recommendations! 😁😃 I truly love recommending stuff!!! I have a few up my sleeve, even though you've probably heard of a few already, for obvious reasons: A lot of what I truly enjoyed reading was something Tom Hiddleston has worked on in one way or another! It's truly a magnificent guideline for picking new literature... Just look up the literary origins of his films/shows/plays and you will be in for quality literature most of the time! I don't think I've ever mentioned it on here, but me reading High-Rise (JG Ballard) because I heard Tom would be partaking in the film adaptation was actually what sparked my love and passion for literature!!! Yep, it's that good. Now on to the recommendations though 😁(This... got rather long):

Plays

Anything by Harold Pinter really, but for obvious reasons you'll find a lot of additionally fun stuff for Betrayal, which is lovely and truly funny if you're in on the kind of humour btw

Medea by Euripides (a classic, but I love it nonetheless... You can find translations in almost every language) ((and pls stay away from Seneca's Medea, because ugh... Euripides is far better AND the og story, as much as anyone can say that for Greek mythology)

La Bohème by Puccini (I know, this is technically an opera, but if you read the libretto it's honestly just like a play... And if you're up for it, the og story is in prose and written by Henri Murger... It's better than the opera, but oftentimes more difficult to find) ((this one is hilarious and basically explains an entire cultural subgroup in the 19th century)

Faust by Goethe (many people hate it, but I LOVE this one!!! It's also been translated into any and every language, and it's so interesting philosophically!!! It's also referenced SO freaking often literally everywhere, and the operas and ballets based on it are always my fave) ((there's technically Faust I and Faust II, but you're good to go just reading the first one)

Anything by Shakespeare, obviously... Though I do love me my Hamlet like every other literature enthusiast (Yes, I can do that one famous soliloquy in act 3 scene 1 by heart as well...)

Poetry

Again, anything Shakespeare for the win, but I LOVE the sonnets and keep a copy of them with me most of the time (Yes, I own multiple copies of the sonnets...) ((My faves are 116 and 91, but there's always so much truth to be found in there!!!))

A lot of the stuff William Blake wrote is amazing, though you have to pick carefully with him if certain religious motives aren't your thing... I love The Tyger, which is an individual poem, and the collection of works called Tyger, Tyger which does have many good ones and a few ones that are a little more on the mediocre side

Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas (I know this one by heart as well... It's beautiful, and there's a version of Hiddleston reading it on YouTube, which gives you even more goosebumps than the poem does anyway)

Invictus by William Ernest Henley (same for this one, also read by the one and only) ((I love to read this when I'm feeling down or powerless))

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot (This is another wow piece with many quotable lines and truths... I love it a lot and keep coming back to it! It's also a great example of how literary modernism tried to condense the complexity and passing of time and history into a single frame that had to be intrinsically poetical in nature... As in, this poem could've been a short story in any other period, but modernists loved to make everything a poem so here you go)

Der Zauberlehrling by Goethe (This one sucks in all English translations I’ve found, poetically speaking, but in German it’s such a fun piece! If you’ve ever seen the Disney ‘The Sorcerer’s Apprentice’ with Mickey Mouse or listened to the orchestral piece by Paul Dukas, then this poem proves very useful in truly understanding either! But again, the English translation should only be taken for informational value... The German one is also worded hilariously)

Prose

Short edited by Alan Ziegler (This is a collection of short prose forms that honestly is a must for me... I love this book to pieces and have had it for years now! It’s an international anthology, so you’ll find more and less famous authors from all around the world represented with short stories, prose poems, short essays and just curious and interesting snippets of writing! I draw a lot of inspiration from this book)

High-Rise by JG Ballard (As mentioned above, I owe this book part of my personality... I don’t think I would be the same person without having read it. It’s not necessarily full of wisdom, but if you’re interested in a different kind of portrayal of the human condition, then this is the read you need to take a look at)

The City of Dreaming Books by Walter Moers (This is another piece that changed my perception of literature, even though this is a more ordinary and ‘fun’-value read... It’s one of my favourite books and it’s endlessly entertaining! So if the classics are a bit heavy for you, this one is perfect for casual readers as well! Its value really does lie more in the realisation of how fun literature can be, and the freedom you have as an author... So really, I could recommend everything by Moers, his style is amazing both in the German original and in the English translation. Yes, I’ve read both.)

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett (This is comedic gold, stylistic gold and generally a bloody perfect book. Also a ‘fun’-value read, but it also does a magnificent job at showing you what you can do with literature, and how well-developed characters are supposed to be written)

The Penguin Book of the Undead (Penguin Classics) edited by Scott G. Bruce (This book is basically an education on fifteen hundred years of supernatural encounters and how culture wrote, used and perceived them. You get introductory texts for different periods and social groups, explaining how and why ghost stories were written and used, followed by passages of the prime source texts (eg. ancient necromancy shown on The Odyssey). Really, this book is just for cultural history nerds)

The Earthquake in Chile by Kleist (This isn’t necessarily one of my faves, but it has helped me understand what studying literature and culture can do for you. In case anyone remembers my insistence in Wicked Game that you gotta know what a pomegranate symbolises... this novella is such an instance where this knowledge would prove useful. Generally, it gives many opportunities to think about privilege and circumstance)

The Symposium by Plato (You’ll probably not want to read the entire collection of speeches tbh... But the concepts introduced mainly here and in some of Plato’s other work are well worth looking into! For example, the ‘double being’ introduces a concept that in modern fiction is called soulmates... Just sayin’)

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Not My Reality Part 2

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Story Summary: Y/N wakes up in a nightmare. Is it her new reality, or can she figure out how to fix it. How can she get pack to her husband Jensen?

READ PART 1 HERE

“Yeah, you’re married to me,” You retorted, angrily wiping away a tear. This day was completely destroying you, and you knew it was nowhere close to being finished. “We’ve been married for two years now. Living in Vancouver. Jared and I met when he was filming Gilmore Girls. Why can’t any of you remember this?”

Jared roughly took you by your shoulders, pushing you through the hallway until he forced you to sit down on the couch. Jensen followed along cautiously, perching on one of the arm chairs. “Jared, what the hell is going on?” He asked, and you wish you had an answer. 

Hastily wiping away another tear as it fell, you wrapped your arms around yourself, wishing they were the comforting arms of your husband. But he was looking at you as if you were crazy, and you knew that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. 

“I have no freaking idea,” Jared answered, sitting down in the other chair, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was on my morning run, and found her standing in the park. She has no idea how she got here, or why. No money, no phone, anything.”

“Y/N, what drugs are you on this time?” Jensen asked, his green eyes searching your face.

“I’m not on drugs!” You exclaimed. “You of all people should know why I’d never do drugs!”

Both men looked at each other, completely exasperated. “Y/N, I really don’t know what’s going on. But Jared and I are so freaking tired of you and your escapades. You know very well that you’ve only been out of rehab for a couple of months. I was really hoping you would stay clean this time.”

This sentence was the final nail in the coffin. You were so lost, and alone, and had no idea what to do next. Your face crumpled as your chest constricted with fear and anxiety. Tears streamed down your face. “No, this isn’t real,” you whispered. 

With tears streaking down your face, you peered back up at Jensen, pleading for help. “I don’t know what’s going on, but that’s not me. Not the real me anyways. I would never touch drugs! You should know that. Not after Felicity had overdosed in college. I just want to wake up and this all be over.”

The two men stood up and headed into the kitchen, leaving you alone. You could hear their hurried whispering, but it was too soft to make out any of the words. Jared’s laptop was sitting on the coffee table, and you opened it. Quickly searching your name, you were dismayed at what you saw.

There were so many stories of you. About your guest appearances on Supernatural and other shows. But more than that, it was the stories about the rehab visits, and crazy stunts that you always seemed to pull. It was you, but at the same time it wasn’t. This you had shorter hair, and multiple tattoos. While Jared and Jensen continued to argue, you typed in Jensen’s name. Your heart shattered at what you saw. Jensen was smiling at a gorgeous woman, their arms wrapped around three beautiful children. 

“He has kids,” you whispered. In your reality, or whatever the hell it was, the two of you had just started trying for a baby. Which you think you had already succeeded, and had planned on taking a test that morning. Holding your hand to your belly, you scrolled through more pictures, trying to wrap your mind around this. 

Jensen came over then, closing the laptop and sitting down on the edge of the coffee table. “Listen, no more lies. Jared and I only want to help you. So please, tell me. Are you back on drugs?”

Shaking your head, your eyes filled up with tears once again. “No. I promise I’m not.”

He searched your face for a moment. “Jared, I believe her.”

“Then how the hell can we explain what’s going on now?” Jared asked, standing behind Jensen, eyeing you as if you were completely crazy.

“Listen, I know you’re not going to believe me, but I need to say this.” Taking a deep breath, you knew this was going to make you look crazier than before. “Please just listen. Give me a chance to explain.”

“Of course,” they both answered, but you could see the sceptisism on their faces, and you knew that no matter what you said now, they probably wouldn’t believe it. 

“I don’t know how I got here. I live in Vancouver, full time. With my husband, who happens to be Jensen Ackles,” you could see the raised eyebrow, but you continued. “Not this Jensen. My Jensen. We’ve been married for two years. I’m a regular on Supernatural now. Jared is my best friend, who introduced us. I haven’t had a glass of alcohol since college. No drugs. I was laying in bed with my husband this morning, and when I closed my eyes, everything changed. Now I’m here, confused out of my mind, and I just want to get home.”

“You’re acting as if this is an episode of Supernatural,” Jensen sighed. “But things like that don’t happen. Not in real life. Maybe you didn’t take drugs knowingly. Maybe it was a prank.”

“Look!” You exclaimed. “No tattoos. No piercings. I noticed a scar on my...her face. Do I have that?”

They looked you over closely, their eyes widing as your word sunk in. “Well, there...there has to be a reason behind that.”

“Yeah, and if you can figure that out, please let me know. I’d like to get back to my real life.”

Jensen and Jared continued to talk while you excused yourself to find the bathroom. You passed by photos. Photos of Jared and his family, photos of Jared and Jensen together. Not a single picture of you. 

Wiping away the tears that you couldn’t seem to stop from falling, you quickly did your business before joining the two men back in the living room. “Listen, we’re going to go to Jensen’s house. We’re going to figure this out, I promise.”

Anxiety had your knee tapping as you sat in the back of Jensen’s SUV. You nervously picked at the loose thread on your sweatshirt, having no idea what you were going to find there. If his wife was home. How could you just stand there and watch as she interacted with her husband. It should be you, getting ready to find out your news. Sharing what you knew was going to be good news with Jensen later that evening. 

The house was huge. Parking in the garage, Jared and Jensen quickly led the way, letting you follow behind. Pictures filled the bookshelves and walls as you passed. So many pictures of Jensen with his beautiful wife. His adorable kids. So much love between everyone. It created this large knot in your belly. “Y/N, come on,” Jensen muttered, leading the way into his office. “Dee and the kids won’t be home until this evening so we have some time to figure things out. What is the last thing you remember before the park bench?”

“Being in bed with my Jensen. Spending an intimate moment together,” You said, ignoring the raised eyebrow of Jared.

“So, wait,” Jared held up his hand. “Our Y/N has never seen you naked. Maybe there’s a mole, or scar. Something that would just prove she’s not lying.”

Jensen thought carefully, but you answered first. “Well, I don’t have the scar that this Y/N does. But my Jensen has a scar. It’s his inner thigh. About an inch long, and ragged. He got it from a barbed wire fence when he was 15.”

Jensen’s mouth gaped open. “I have that scar,” he mumbled. “And there is no way our Y/N would have known that. 

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