#it would never occur to sam that if ruby reminds him of dean

[chiisana-sukima]

Happy Wincest Wednesday!

What's one headcanon (cute, sexy, or otherwise) you have about the brothers and the Impala? Time spent in or on it, or things they've done in it, Sam indulging Dean somehow with it, or (etc)?

Happy Wincest Wednesday-Thursday, Phyn! Thank you so much for the ask. <3

I have so many headcanons about Sam, Dean and the Impala. The main one is that they're both very weirdcesty about it. They don't have a sexual relationship with--or even sexual thoughts about--each other. Obviously! That would be sick and bad, and especially in Dean's case, outright wrong. It would be the polar opposite of protecting and looking out for Sam, so clearly he would *never*.

...But it's hardly Dean's fault, or Sam's, that they've both banged chicks in Baby's back seat. That's just a natural outcome of the Impala being, for all those years, their only real home. And it's hardly his fault he's proud that Sam can pull such gorgeous babes, and that maybe when Sam was in high school and first started dating, Dean helped him out a bit by handing over the keys and telling him the best make out spots and giving him advice on what songs got which kinds of girls in the mood, and maybe even making sure he knew there were always extra condoms in the glove compartment (and although Dean *certainly* never looked in the glove box the next morning to see if Sam had gotten lucky, it's not his fault he has to replenish the supply so he does kinda keep track.) If he sometimes fantasizes just a little about some of Sam's chicks later himself when he's banging one out in the shower--about what they were like for Sam, maybe sweet and faux demure, laying on the worn back seat with their clothes still on but the door open to give Sam room to get his head up under their skirt, or maybe shameless and wild, going down on Sam at the drive in, with Sam still in the driver's seat and the soundtrack to whatever movie of the week was drowning out his cut off moans--well, if he thinks about those things on occasion, that's just because he's a red-blooded American man, and Sam has excellent taste in women.

Usually.

Sam usually has excellent taste in women.

There was the Ruby thing, of course. He knows--knows for certain, though he could never prove it--that when Sam would pocket Baby's keys and sneak out to get his fix while Dean seethed and pretended to sleep, that sometimes he and that demon bitch would bang right there in the Impala's back seat. Baby would stink of sulfur the next day, and Dean would hardly be able to contain his rage. But what was he supposed to say? "Alastair warned me you weren't the pure little Sammy I imagined and you'd get with any demon whore who'd give you what you wanted, so why didn't I come down off the rack and it could be me instead"? Obviously he couldn't say that. He only even thought it sometimes because Hell had fucked him up so bad.

And there was Rachel Nave. That one Dean had assumed was on him--so much so he'd still felt guilty years later and a djinn had made it the reason dream-him and dream-Sam were estranged. But okay, while he shouldn't have stolen Sam's prom date and definitely shouldn't have given in when she insisted she blow him parked behind the school only three days after said prom, it had all worked out fine. Yeah, Sam had been angry one of Rachel's friends saw the whole damn thing, but far from pulling him and Dean apart like maybe it should have, Sam had demanded Dean drive him to school the next day and pull Baby right up front; had paraded Dean around on his arm like--well. Like *Dean* was the prize in the exchange and there was no denying Sam won.

Anyway, that's all in the past now. These days, things between him and Sam are easy. Now when he gets an eyeful of a gorgeous naked babe like that Piper chick in Baby's back seat with Sam, it's just par for the course. She's hot, Sam's, you know, objectively hot too (what're you gonna do, Dean certainly can't help that). So whatever it's all about, maybe it's not exactly normal, and maybe Sam and him are both a little fucked up, but the world has bigger problems. It's only worth dwelling on in a good way.

[life-love-geekculture]

SPN 15x03: A Few Thoughts

*walks onstage*

There’s a lot to cover this episode. Finales are kind of like that. Because make no mistake, The Rupture is as close to a spiritual successor of Swang Song as we will ever get in this series. From the callback visuals in Rowena’s fall to the devastating character loses experienced by our leads. The entire episode is a redux of the season five finale, except this time others are making the sacrifice the Winchesters “should” be.

Which is part of the reason I find it bitterly hilarious the boys think they’re done.

I pointed out a couple times in my previous reviews that the tone of this season has been...tense to say the least. There’s this inescapable feeling we’ve intentionally seen all of this before. Like in addition to fucking with the Winchesters, Chuck’s decided to take his shit out on the viewing audience as well. It’s why I pointed out in my two parter that (like Dean) I was ready for the shoe to just fucking drop.

And it did. And the game has changed.

Losing fan favorites (and not so favorites) is hardly unusual. In fact, it’s practically SPN tradition. Charlie. Bobby. John. Crowley. Kevin. Almost all of them sacrificed themselves to fix TFW’s mess. And it isn’t that those sacrifices aren’t noble or they didn’t mean anything. But, there’s always been this air of resignation in the act. This tiny (or in Kevin’s case not so tiny) seed of blame that keeps online fan communities yelling at each other into the wee hours of the morning. We feel for TFW and the people we’ve lost, but we also can’t help but recognize the choices (stupid, reckless, brave, and sometimes the only ones available) that led to those deaths.

This was the first time in a long time I haven’t felt that. The current apocalypse has nothing to do with it. It’s not born of a selfish, TFW split decision. It’s a whiney response to a genuine act of contrition and forgiveness ....you know, those things god is supposed to want from people.

But I am getting off track.

There’s something absolutely devastating in the selection of characters we lost. Now, I’ve never personally been a huge fan of Ketch, given how much of an utter bastard he was for the British Men of Letters. While I appreciate the steps he eventually took towards redemption, he’s mostly been a lukewarm, utility character to me. There is something to be said, though, in his reflection of Dean. Some of the best and worst qualities of Dean are present in Ketch. His loyalty, which is shown to be a dangerous force if given to wrong power. His skill in battle. A blatant disregard for most rule of law...In many ways Dean is the man Ketch is unconsciously striving to be had Chuck-pocalypse never occurred.

I have, however, been on team Rowena since the very beginning. Even as a villain she was a fabulous character. There was always an element of humanity to her even at her most selfish. But, one of the things I loved most about her was her relationship with Samuel.

Fuck Destiel. Fuck Sam and Ruby. This is the ship I will go down with in SPN. In part, it comes down to the great natural chemistry between Jared and Ruth. Yet, the characters also really did share a unique understanding. Both knew more about each other than they were willing to share with anyone else in the universe. They supported each other even if they occasionally had to talk each other down from terrible decision making, and there’s evidence throughout the series of the trust they had in each other.

What hurts most about Ketch & Rowena’s deaths is that they died for the Winchesters not because of them. They made their choices so the boys wouldn’t have to. I mean take one look at Rowena’s face during Belphegor’s “plan” and the fact she tapped Sam as her assistant. She knew the only way this was going down was her death and that was her plan from the beginning. Ketch, meanwhile, finally surpassed Dean by realizing the one thing Cas was trying to explain last episode. What matters is the characters and what they mean to each other and it’s worth dying for.

The thing the boys don’t seem to understand (magic god-bullet accidentally trapping Chuck aside) is that this apocalypse isn’t a single world-shattering event. Like any good writer, Chuck knows his characters. He knows what bonds sustain them. Rowena has been willing to die to save the world since the return of alt-Michael (she said yes in a bid to kill him with Sam, fight me on this). Chuck simply provided the situation so she could do it again. He knows what buttons to push to slowly destroy the boys. By turning the love of their friends into a weapon against their support network. It’s as vindictive as it is clever.

Which brings us at last to this episode’s figurative namesake. I’m not going to defend Dean’s response to Cas at the end of this episode but nor am I going to villainize him. As both he and Cas made clear to Belphegor, Jack was their son. Right now what we are witnessing are two parents who have lost a child. Both are responding in natural ways and it’s not uncommon for the loss of a child to drive couples apart.

Belphegor as a character makes little sense. World-shattering event happening and a “low-level” demon is going to take over hell? Bull and shit. The thing Belphegor could do, however, especially wearing Jack, is add to Cas & Dean’s grief. By forcing Cas to smite him wearing Jack’s face, he made him live through Cas’ worse case scenario pulling the trigger himself. I mean, does no one else find it interesting Cas’ mojo returned in that precise moment? Right after we were told using the rook would make Belphegor god-like strong? And under any other circumstances, Cas would have had the boys support in changing the plan. But we know from last episode that Dean’s grief is formulating as undirected anger. Well, that anger now has an inadvertent direction.

My point is, I had guessed Belphegor was part of Chuck’s overarching plan and it turns out I was right. He used him to break one of the tentpole relationships supporting the Winchesters. The question is, where do we go from here?

As this episode ended I was reminded again of Cas’ “We are.” It’s a simple phrase, but one that carries a lot of thematic meaning. I have no doubt it will be what echoed once more in the mending of Dean & Cas’ relationship. I only hope it isn’t the last words they say to each other.

But the more pressing question is what’s going on with Billie? Death, the Empty, and now Jack don’t seem to fall within Chuck’s range of control. With Rowena now dead, one wonders if she’s been brought into this Supernatural cabal “underground resistance”. Part of me really doesn’t want that since her death, though painful, was an elegant end to a beautiful character arc. The other part of me can’t wait to see what her, Amarra, and Death as best friends would do to Chuck.

[marril96]

The Distance Between Us

Chapter 9: Witch’s Familiar

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: The time for the Halloween dance has come.

Editor: @cherrypierowena

You loved Halloween, you really did, but your idea of it was more sitting in front of the computer as the latest horror movie played on screen than a dance full of people you couldn't stand clad in cheap costumes and getting blackout drunk.

Yet here you were. At school. At seven PM. Dressed up as a cat; furry suit, fuzzy ears, and fluffy tail, all black as night.

You looked ridiculous.

No more ridiculous than the girls dressed as slutty nurses, but still ridiculous.

Your friends begged to differ, but then, they looked no better than you so it wasn't like they had any place to comment.

Sam and Dean had showed up in plaid shirts, worn jeans, and brown boots. Basically their everyday attire, but they claimed to be monster hunters. They carried ridiculous looking plastic knives (which still earned them odd looks from teachers at the entrance, one of whom had demanded to inspect said "weapons" despite their quite obvious fakeness) and had painted on some scars and tattoos on their arms. Dean had given himself a scar over his entire face, stretching from the right side of his forehead to his left cheek. Claimed it made him look more badass. Which was actually, strangely, true.

Castiel was an angel, dressed in all white (including the trench coat). He'd stuck a fluffy halo atop his head, and had on a pair of wings, big and feathery. You were tempted to rip out a feather or two. His glare at having seen right through you stopped you in your tracks.

Meg was clad in black leather from head to toe. Her eyes were full black, courtesy of contacts, and she had on wings that looked identical to Castiel's, only his were white while hers were ink black.

And Crowley…

Crowley had on a suit, one that almost looked tailored specifically to him. A crown was perched on his head, black with blood-red crystals. He wore red contacts, making his eyes look like menacing rubies.

"Lemme guess," you'd said the first thing you saw him. "A demon."

He'd looked at you with such offense, as if you'd just insulted his mother. Throwing a quick glance Meg's way, he'd made a face and told you, "King of Hell."

Because of course he was.

What else would he be?

Stupid you.

You didn't exactly have many ideas for your costume. Dressing up wasn't your thing, especially when it came to school-related events.

Browsing the local costume shop, nothing stood out to you as special, as you. You were there more as a courtesy. You weren't even sure if you would show up to the dance.

Then you remembered Rowena. Remembered her smile, so happy, so bright, as she showed you her dress.

You had to see her in that dress.

You didn't know why. Didn't understand the euphoria that went through you at the image of her clad in it, of the fabric hugging every curve of her body.

That was when it occurred to you that you could be a cat. A black one.

Witch's familiar.

You wondered if she would get the reference. If anyone would, for that matter.

It was silly, really, but oh, well. It was a school dance, not a castle gala. Silliness was basically law.

"Drink?" Crowley asked. He looked around to make sure the coast was clear, then pulled a flask out of his inner pocket and took a big swig.

Whiskey most likely.

You made a face. "No, thanks."

He shrugged. "More for me."

He took another swig. Then another.

Nice.

The dance had just started, and he'd already started working on getting drunk.

"Easy there, your majesty. Leave some for later."

With a sly smirk, he opened up his suit jacket, revealing three more flasks neatly stashed in each pocket. "A king always comes prepared."

Of course he did.

"I'm not driving you home because of your preparations," you threatened.

He held his hands up in a placating manner.

"And I'm not helping you walk. You're not drooling on my shoulder. Again."

One time, a few months ago, was more than enough.

"Thanks for the warning, love, but I can handle my liquor," he said in a modest tone that was faker than his title.

You laughed out loud, right in his face.

"What's up?" Sam asked, breaking through the crowd of costumed bodies with Dean in tow. Both held plastic cups filled to the brim with foamy amber liquid that didn't look like juice.

"Crowley's a drunk," you said. Before the king could utter a response (which earned you a middle finger from him instead), you asked, "Where'd you get that?"

"Some seniors snuck in a six pack," Dean said with a shit-eating grin. He took a sip of his beer, then another before finally downing half a cup.

Beer. One of Dean Winchester's weaknesses, right alongside hot chicks, porn, pie, and Jack Daniel's.

You stared at him like a deer caught in headlights. How did one sneak in a six pack?

You decided you didn't want to know.

They were seniors. It was explanation enough. Just like that time Garth Fitzgerald did something that got the entire school evacuated and guys in hazmat suits called in. How? It didn't matter. All that was known was that whatever he'd done occurred in the chem lab and it was an honest to god accident.

It had happened, and everyone had gotten a day off.

And tonight, everyone who wanted would get to party properly.

Crowley opened up his jacket again, flashing the goodies right in the Winchesters' faces. "Amateurs."

Dean's face lit up. "Crowley, my man!"

Crowley held up a hand. "No."

"Come on."

"You get nothing."

"Don't be a dick."

"I'm proud of the title."

He looked it.

"I'll pay you," Dean said.

Crowley raised an eyebrow. "How much?"

The elder Winchester peeked into his wallet. "I got two bucks."

Crowley looked offended. A flicker of amusement flashed over his face. "Generous, but no."

"You're an ass!" Dean whined.

Crowley sighed. "Need I remind you what happened last time?"

Dean, drunk out of his ass, had stolen and then drank his entire stash. And had gotten so sick he'd almost ended up at the ER.

Crowley knew better than to let his guard down around him. Fool him once and all that.

"I was wasted back then," Dean said.

"And you'll be wasted this time. Not on my account." Crowley shooed at him as if he were a pesky stray. "Off you go."

Dean did, in fact, go away, became one with the crowd, but not before holding up a middle finger.

"Charming," Crowley quipped with a smirk.

"You guys should just fuck and get it over with," you teased.

You knew Crowley would happily take that option. He never said anything, but you could tell he was attracted to Dean. And Sam. And Castiel. Maybe even Meg and you.

Crowley was attracted to everyone. Flirted with everyone. And, if given the chance, slept with everyone.

You still loved him to bits, but only as a friend. He was attractive, and funny, and could be sweet when he wanted to, but he was your friend. That was what you loved him as. Nothing more and nothing less.

"I'm in if he's in," Crowley said suggestively.

You laughed. If he were a girl, it most likely would have happened yet.

Sam, through a laugh, said, "I'm gonna go find Eileen. See if she wants to dance."

Eileen Leahy was a cute and sweet Sophomore girl Sam sometimes saw in the library. They would make an adorable couple.

"Leaves just you and me," Crowley said, cocking up a teasing eyebrow. "Up for a dance?"

"I can't dance," you pointed out.

"You can stand and watch me dance."

An offer you couldn't refuse. "Sure."

It wasn't like you had anything better to do.

Grabbing your hand, he dragged you into the crowd. People were drinking. Dancing. Moving and swaying to the rhythm of the loud, deafening music blasting through the speakers. So many different costumes surrounded you; some good, some terrible, but, despite the quality of their attire, everyone seemed to be having an amazing time.

Without warning, Crowley took your hands into his and started dancing. He was a great dancer. A rather sophisticated one. He moved just the right way. No mistakes, no slip ups. Just good, old-fashioned dancing.

What the hell.

If he could do it, if all these other kids could do it, so could you.

Talent didn't matter.

It was all about enjoyment.

You let Crowley spin you around. Let him pull you in and out. You were stiff, more robot than human, but you moved alongside him, copied everything he did to the best of your — rather limited — ability.

No one paid attention.

No one pointed and laughed.

Everyone was lost in their own joy.

"Where did you learn how to dance?" you asked, shouting to be heard over the music.

"Dance school," Crowley said.

Seriously?

He didn't seem like the type.

But then, it was Crowley. Everything was possible.

"What?" he asked defensively.

"You don't look like the type to go to an extra school."

Or school in general.

"Mother signed me up," he said, shrugging. "Quit when I was ten. Seemed like a waste of time."

Now that was more like him.

You chuckled.

"Still got the moves."

"They're great moves," you said.

He spun you around again.

Right into someone's back.

Shit!

"I'm so sorry," you said.

The person you'd crashed into whipped around, pissed to high heavens.

Then your eyes met and all anger vanished in a blink, replaced by surprise. A quite welcome one.

"Y/N?"

"Rowena," you breathed out.

It took everything in you to regain your composure. She was gorgeous. Stunning. Mesmerizing. The sparkly black dress fit her perfectly, hugged her every curve as if molded on her body. Her nails were painted black, and she wore a pointy hat adorned with spider web patterns.

Dear god!

She was the most beautiful witch you'd ever seen.

"I didn't think you'd come," she said, flashing a bright smile.

Neither did you.

"Thought I'd have some fun, after all the math," you said.

She gave a small laugh.

"How's that going for you?"

"Good. When I'm not crashing into people."

"Och, it was nothing."

Right.

That was why she wanted to rip your head off — until she noticed it was you.

Did that mean you weren't on her shit list anymore? That her mean girl persona didn't apply to you?

What a privilege.

Rowena narrowed her eyes at her brother. "Fergus."

"Sister," he retorted in a rather uninterested tone.

Such sibling love.

"It's so nice to see you guys," Lucifer said cheerfully.

He was dressed in all red, with red contacts and horns stuck atop his head.

The devil.

Fitting.

You flinched, having not noticed him. You were too distracted by the beautiful witch to notice the garbage that came with the package.

Rowena may have become nicer to you, but that didn't make her choice of boyfriends any less disgusting.

"The feeling's not mutual," you said, then turned to Crowley. "Come on, I wanna get something to drink."

"You're leaving?" The devil pouted. "What did I do?"

"You exist," you replied.

He dramatically slammed a hand over his heart. "Ouch. That hurt my feelings."

Good, you thought. Fucking awesome!

Rowena gave you a polite smile on your way back. A tad… apologetic.

No.

You were seeing things.

She loved that asshole and, despite the recent change in your relationship, hated you.

And, for some strange reason you couldn't put your finger on, it made your heart feel like it was being picked apart by dull knives.

*****

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[mymusehatesme]

Castle of Glass

Chapter Six: Discovery

Words: 1448

Summary: A Hell Gate has opened on Earth, so you and your siblings decide to defend humanity, inadvertently locking yourselves out of Heaven.  Now you must wander the Earth doing good deeds until your penance has been served.   Unfortunately, your attempt goes a little awry and you find yourself a prisoner of the man they call the Hollow King….  [Female reader, angel reader.]

Warnings: None

Inspiration was this post: https://beka-tiddalik.tumblr.com/post/160726927715/a-tradition

MASTERLIST                      SERIES MASTERLIST

On the second day of Ruby’s stay at the palace, someone brought you new clothes.  Some black pants (thank Father), new boots, an embroidered white shirt, and a red sleeveless vest of some sort that fell down into a half-skirt… thing.  The front was slit for ease of movement, reaching to a few inches above your knees while the back was much longer and went to the middle of your calves.

It was designed in such a manner that if you strapped your blade to your thigh, the fabric would obstruct a person’s view of it.

You smiled and gladly accepted the anonymous gift.

The third day, Dean asked if you would like to explore the land that you had saved.  Enthusiastically, you agreed.  You two were joined by a firecracker of a redhead known as Charlie who seemed to open up a side of Dean you hadn’t seen before.

“She’s kind of like my little sister,” Dean explained as you three started out on your journey on horseback, “A little sister I never wanted.”  The teasing tone was unmistakable.  An inside joke between the two of them.

“Aw, c’mon Dean,” Charlie teased back easily, “Bobby always said that the bonds with your family you don’t choose are as strong as the ones you do!”

You didn’t know this Bobby and you didn’t think the statement earned as much laughter as it wrung from Dean, but still.  You watched as Charlie and Dean bantered back and forth and how her hair freely cascaded over her shoulders.

You smiled as you were reminded of Anna.  Anna and Charlie would get along swimmingly, you decided.

The fourth day, you sent a message to your siblings to catch them up on what had been occurring.

The fifth day, they sent a message back saying how concerned they were for your safety and lamented the ring of Holy Fire that blocked them from sensing your presence.  Later, you were called down to distract Ruby from whatever she had been doing in the throne room with Sam and the other officers.  Apparently, she didn’t want to leave when they were discussing how best to deal with your siblings after the Holy Fire had been put out.

The sixth and seventh days had Ruby with you constantly, wanting to know what you normally did during your day, which of the guards you knew best, how to write certain words in Enochian, how hard was English to learn, and so on.  But it was odd… no matter how much she seemed to bother and pester you about unimportant things, she would always slip away from you and find her way back to Sam.

Later that night, Sam not so subtly suggested you take Ruby out of the castle and take her on a tour of the towns.  For the eighth and ninth days, you did just that.  She kept complaining about random things (the sun, the rain, the mud, the horses, her clothes, the wall of fire around the kingdom, and so on), but you did your best to be hospitable.

On the tenth day, you told Dean it was his turn to entertain the demon.  He was not too pleased about that, but did as you asked regardless.  (“I can see her face and I don’t like it.  I mean, all demons have faces that are twisted and contorted, but hers… hers is something else.”)

He still didn’t trust Ruby as far as he could throw her, but at least he took her off your back for a while.

You put your newfound silence and solace to good use in the library - searching for anything that would help you with the history of this land.  What you found was depressing, to say the least.

Queen Mary had died less than a year after Sam was born; in a fire that had started mysteriously in the infant prince’s nursery.  Multiple books agreed that king John had sworn that a demon was to blame, and he became obsessed with finding the culprit - regardless of what his advisors suggested he do.

And thus ended the era in which the princes could have had a semblance of a normal life.  From then on, they were raised as hunters, as warriors, and as survivors.  Then, when Sam was twenty-two, John had gone missing… once again, under mysterious circumstances.  Dean left to find him and Sam stepped up to give the kingdom a ruler.

Two years later, Dean returned with John’s body; the court physicians ruled out poisoning as cause of death, but he wasn’t stabbed, either.  It was decided after a few days of deliberation that he died of natural causes.  (When asked for more details about his father’s death, Dean merely said, “He died to save me,” and would not elaborate further.)

You set the book down and leaned back in your chair to ponder.  John was convinced that a demon was responsible for his wife’s death, and almost thirty years later, a Hell Gate was opened in his son’s kingdom.  Dean had said his father had died to save him… and Dean truly had died for Sam to trade his soul for his brother.

You couldn’t imagine that Dean had purposefully allied with demons between his father’s death and his own, given the situation he had been growing up on (VERY anti-demon, possibly more anti-demon than your own).  And if Dean was supposed to grow up to be a conniving, evil man-demon thing, why did Metatron send you to save him when he was a child?

Was Dean at the root of an odd conspiracy?  It didn’t make any sense… the model son watching his father die and then dying himself to allow demons to overrun the Earth?

And if he was involved, why?  What did he have to gain?  He clearly didn’t like demons, so he wouldn’t have wanted to become a demon in the first place….  His brother was king, but he seemed content with that….

You had so many questions.

Questions to which you didn’t have answers for.  Questions to which there might not be any answers.

And if your siblings knew about this?  You didn’t dare to think of what information they had already gathered from the surrounding kingdoms.

As much as humanity hated your kind, your siblings could be very persuasive in attracting a few humans who would go where they could not.  And by persuasive, you meant absolutely terrifying.  To be on the receiving end of an angel’s wrath was not a pleasant thing to experience.

You carefully put the books back where you found them and left the library.

The steady fall of rain soothed your nerves somewhat and the cool air seeped in from the other side of the stained glass windows.  

This is a bad idea, you thought to yourself, A very bad idea.  Sam was not going to take your questions about Dean kindly at all.

You needed to find Charlie.  After a short one-sided game of hide-and-seek, you found her in the observatory working with a smaller black haired man.  They were bent over a desk and studying a large paper that fell over the front of the desk.  A rectangular piece of stone sat on the corner of the paper, holding it down.  At your entrance, they both looked up.

“I need to speak with S- his majesty, do you know where he is?”

Charlie blinked and then pointed behind you.  “He should be in his throne room.  I think he’s talking to the… diplomat.”

You nodded and took note of the distaste in Charlie’s voice.  Apparently, you weren’t the only one that felt off about the whole situation.  “Thank you,” you said, turning to go to the aforementioned room.

“Yeah, sure!”  And then, quieter, “Kevin, quit hogging the tablet, I’m trying to help you.”

“You can’t even read this!  I’m the only one that can!  Stop trying to help!”

“Aw, c’mon! I’m trying to learn.”

“Well, stop!  Char- Charlie!”

You smiled to yourself.  After a short walk, you approached the large double doors and pushed one open.

Taking a step inside, you opened your mouth to begin an explanation of what you feared your siblings would do.

That intention died on your tongue as you saw what was in the room.

Sam, on his throne.  Ruby, on Sam’s lap - her legs thrown over his.  And his crown on her head.

They both turned to look at you and as if on cue, thunder cracked loud enough to make you jump.

You felt like the castle could crumble on top of you in its entirety and it would hurt less that the scene before you.

[waywardaf67]

13x04 Coda

Dean’s laying in bed at the latest no-tell. It’s the first time he’s tried sleeping without the aid of booze since-- well in a while. And that’s only because Sam has the car. Apparently, alongside lashing out at Dean, and putting him in his place, Sam now hits the bar to troll for strange. It’s an odd new world they are living in.

Not for the first time that night, Dean considers walking to a liquor store, but he can't find the energy. So he lay there on the scratchy sheets, Zepp blaring through his noise-canceling headphones, staring at the sketchy brown stain on the ceiling.  He thinks if he played the music loud enough, it would drown out the thoughts, but the only thing it's doing is giving him a headache.

It’s been about 36 hours since his last drink, and he’s starting to feel the shakes coming on. It feels worse than the time he quit drinking when he had the mark. He hasn’t felt this bad from withdrawal since the last time Cas died, and ain’t that just a bitch. Dean knows he has a drinking problem but has never considered himself an alcoholic. He’s joked about it from time to time but has always been able to stop when he wants. It’s not a healthy coping mechanism, but he still has control over it.

He’s browsing through his phone, making a playlist when he gets a text from Sam telling him he’s got a room on the next floor. Part of Dean is happy for his brother. He knows the relief a hookup can bring. Base instincts drive a brief encounter where you get to feel good, and, just for a little while, you don’t have to stop the world from ending. That's about the only break you get as a hunter. There is also a part of him, a more significant part, that hates he has to be alone. If he has to be sober, he’d prefer Sam to be there, chattering his ear off about the new murder podcast he just found. He sighs and turns over. He’s been a dick to Sam lately, and he wants to make amends. It never occurred to him that Mary always called him and came to him first, but it was true. And God help him, he actually wants to talk to Sam about it. He hopes they can work it out, and maybe work out a plan for Jack. As much as Dean tried to hate him, it was getting exhausting trying to keep up the facade. The fact is, he hated Jack so much because he reminds him of Cas. His wide-eyed innocents, the constant state of not understanding humans, and the starting. Oh God, the staring; that’s probably the worst part. He had given in before they left and told the kid he did a good job. Jack reacted solely on instinct to save Sam. That’s not enough for Dean to fully trust him, but it’s enough to stop being outright hostile.

Dean spends the next few hours tossing and turning. He's slightly nauseous and feels clammy. He never felt more shame than when he went through this; he couldn't even bring himself to think 'withdrawal' it's not like he drinks that much that often. The older he gets, the less he drinks, but he has been on one hell of a bender since Cas di-- since Jack was born. He switches from a screaming guitar to soft rock hoping to lull himself to sleep. If it works for Sam, it can work for him.

He rolls over on his side, facing the door, as Kevin Cronin sings about a feeling he just couldn’t fight anymore when he heard the flutter of wings. He chides himself, thinking the stupid song must be reminding him of Cas. He didn’t allow himself to turn over and check, knowing when he saw nothing but darkness, that would somehow hurt worse than a corny love song that happened to mirror his exact feelings.

Dean is just nodding off when he felt the bed shift, and fingers gently run through his hair. He slowly stretched his hand reaching for the demon blade. The hotel they are staying in is a more populated area than usual, and he didn’t want to shoot whoever snuck into his room. As he slowly shifted, pretending to be asleep still, his fingers brush the cool metal of the blade. Sam was out, and anyone else who would be there knew better than to sneak up on him, so when he moved, he was going in for the kill.

In a series of swift movements, he turns, pins the intruder down, and plunges Ruby’s knife straight into its heart. He's expecting a flicker from a dying demon, or a struggle, but instead, all he got was, “Hello, Dean.”

Dean fell back and scooted backward across the floor. He knows it isn't a shifter. In his heart, he can feel it's Castiel. His Cas, he just doesn't understand how. Cas gives him a small smile, only a slight upturn of his lips and pulls the blade from his chest. “We have got to stop meeting like this.”

A hysterical laugh bubbles up from Dean’s throat. Paralyzed, all he can do is sit and stare at Cas. ��How,” he manages to croak. Cas walks over, offering his hand, pulling Dean off the ground and into a tight embrace.

“It’s complicated, Dean. I can feel how weary you are. You should rest, and I’ll explain everything later,” Cas says into Dean’s hair.

Dean buries his face in the crook of Cas’ neck, refusing to let go. He asks a muffled, “Was it, Chuck?” Cas laughs, it’s a bitter laugh, but a laugh all the same.

Pulling away, Cas adds, “No, it was a cosmic entity. Now sleep.”

Dean nods and sits on the edge of the bed, “Will you stay? And ah-- you know, watch over me?”

Cas kicks off his shoes and drapes his new coat over the bed where Sam was supposed to sleep. He doesn’t say a word, just climbs under the covers and lifts them up, letting Dean know he should join him; and he does.

The moment Dean’s head hits the pillow he feels more relaxed. He feels like it’s the first time he can sleep since he burned his best friends body. Just as Dean drifts off to sleep, he feels the fingers in his hair once again. Only this time, he leans into the touch.

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Not What She Seems-Chapter 13: The One Where Ava is Surprised

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (he’s trying real hard to get out of the friendzone I think. Simmer down, Sammy.) Word Count: 2,307 Warnings: Dean being a freaking angel, and a little bit of angst. A/N: This is the 13th part of Not What She Seems and I’m super excited for it to have gotten this far. It certainly wouldn’t have if not for you fine folks that have been reading it, and a certain @trexrambling who’s taken over the beta for this. I’m really excited for the direction this is heading, and I hope you guys enjoy it. As always, tags are at the bottom. If you’d like to be added or have found yourself missing from the list, please let me know! Feedback is always welcome!

Ava stared out the Impala’s window, watching the scenery as it flew by. Although she had taken a nap, probably the best sleep she’d had in a long time, she was still struggling to keep her eyes open, and the low growl of the Impala’s engine was doing its best to lull her to sleep.

 Sam glanced over and smiled, “Still tired, huh?”

 Ava smiled back halfheartedly, “Yea. I guess having nightmare visions from hell really takes it out of a person.” She sat up straighter and turned to face Sam. He could feel her looking at him but waited to see if she would say what she was thinking. “Hey, Sam?”

 He kept his eyes on the road but nodded in acknowledgement, “Yea?”

 Ava chewed nervously at her bottom lip, “You mentioned you’d had experience with demon blood...except you’d drank it.” Sam nodded, but remained silent. “What...how did that happen?” Sam sighed, unsure of how to answer. Ava waved a hand as if to dismiss the thought, “Never mind, you don’t have to answer that, that’s really personal…”

 Sam chuckled, “Nah, you’re fine. Uhmm...well, it’s a long story. I’m just not sure where to start.”

 Ava smiled, “Start from the beginning. I have all day.”

 Sam took a deep breath and decided that he may as well start from the beginning. “Well, when I was a baby...a demon came into my room and fed me his blood. It was...it was part of a deal my mom had made before I was born. He had plans for me, I was supposed to lead his army. The blood gave me special powers. I would get visions, if I tried really hard I could move things with my mind...and I found out later that if I drank it, it made those powers stronger. Strong enough that I could exorcise demons without even speaking.” He glanced down when he felt Ava’s small hand on his arm, and he suddenly found it hard to speak. He hadn’t spoken to anyone about this, other than the arguments he’d had with Dean, and it was harder to talk about than he would have thought. He met her gaze and gave her a pained smile, “It’s not something I talk about a lot.”

Her hand slipped down and met his where it lay on the bench seat, “Then keep going.”

 Sam moved his eyes back to the road, “I thought I was saving the world, you know? There was this other demon, Ruby…she made me think that what I was doing was for the greater good. She made me doubt Dean. And then...Dean died.”

 Ava gasped, “Dean died? What happened? How is he here now?”

Sam chuckled, “There’s a lot to that. Too much to go into now. But he made a deal, and his contract was up. And when your contract is up, you don’t just die, you’re dragged to hell. Dean died, and I was alone. I had to watch him be torn apart, and I carried him to this car, and I buried him. After that, I spent every waking moment trying to find a way to get him back. When that didn’t work, I let Ruby talk me into drinking her blood so I could get stronger and stronger. I thought I was doing good. If I couldn’t save Dean, maybe I could save everyone else. But it changed me, Ava, and when Dean came back he could see it. It made me so angry because I was the one that was supposed to save the world, the boy with the demon blood who could redeem himself…and I failed.” He fell silent, and he felt a familiar ache in his chest when he felt Ava squeeze his hand. “The blood made me feel powerful...I was powerful...but it came at a cost. Dean and Bobby, he was kind of our...adopted dad...they locked me in the basement to ‘dry me out’.” Ava gasped and Sam saw the look of horror that flashed across her face. “I don’t want you to think badly of Dean, he did what he thought he needed to. I don’t blame him, I was in a bad place. But I know what you must be going through, and I’m sorry that you have to go through that.”

Ava sighed, “Yea...me too.” She stared at her hands for a moment, then returned her gaze to Sam, “How long will this last?”

Sam shrugged, “I honestly don’t know, Ava. It’s going to be different with your situation. We’re going to have to play it by ear.” He pulled the car into the lot and parked. Ava had grown quiet and had gone back to staring at her hands. He paused as reached for the door handle and looked at her, his brows knitted in concern, “Are you okay?”

Ava smiled, “As okay as I can be right now. It's just going to take time. Let’s go inside.” She climbed out of the car and began walking towards the store. Sam slowly followed after her, amazed at the strength that Ava continued to show.

 Dean stood in the middle of Ava’s room and felt a sense of pride at what he’d managed to accomplish. Although the room at the bunker was smaller than the one at Ava’s house, he had managed to replicate the setup as close as he could get it. He’d mostly done it from memory, but when Garth wasn’t looking he’d taken a picture just to make sure. It had occurred to him that it might not be a good idea, that Ava would see it and be freaked out over his attention to detail or it would remind her of what she’d lost, but he’d rather give it a chance than risk her losing all of her belongings. Satisfied with the final product, he made his way to the kitchen and began fixing lunch. He paused when he heard the bunker door slam and made his way to the war room, sandwich in hand.

 “Hey, Sammy.” He looked around in confusion, “Where’s Ava?”

 Sam sighed as he sat down their afternoon purchases, “Umm...well, she had another episode after we got out of the store. Luckily we were back at the car, but she took a spill. I think she went to the bathroom to get cleaned up.”

Dean tossed his plate on the table and glared at Sam, “You think? You should have followed her! Did she tell you anything about it?”

Sam shook his head, “No, she just laid in the backseat until we got home and then immediately headed to the bathroom.”

Dean stormed off down the hall without another word to Sam, grumbling to himself. Sam was usually better at this kind of thing, and Dean was furious that Sam had just let her wander off. He swung by the bathroom, and when  he found it empty he made his way towards Ava’s room. As he approached his door he noticed that it was cracked open, so he gently pushed it further and entered the darkened room. Ava was sitting on the edge of the bed, her knees bloodied and her gaze focused on her hands. “Ava…” Dean said quietly as he approached and knelt down in front of her. She looked up at him with red rimmed eyes. “Hey...what’s wrong?”

She shook her head, “Nothing...I’m...I’m fine.”

Dean gently took one of her hands in his and she flinched. Instead of dropping her hand, he gave it a gentle squeeze, “Sam told me what happened. Do you want to talk about it?” She shook her head again, but remained silent. Dean looked at her for a moment, then returned her hand to her lap and walked over to his night stand. After rummaging for a moment, he knelt in front of her again and opened the box he had sat on the bed next to Ava. “Let’s take care of those knees, huh? Don’t want to get an infection.” He set to work quietly, and Ava marveled at how gentle he was. Although the wounds stung, Ava welcomed it and watched as Dean carefully cleaned the dirt from them. His rough hands smoothed the bandages carefully over the scrapes, and he smiled up at her. “They looked worse than they were. You should be all set.” He shifted from the floor to sit next to her on the bed. “I’m sorry today’s been so rough. I have something to show you though, if you’re up for it.”

Ava smile and nodded, “Sure.” Dean led Ava down the hall towards Ava’s room and stopped in front of the closed door.

“Close your eyes.”

Ava raised her eyebrows, “Why?”

Dean smiled, “Just do it. I promise it's not that big of a deal, but I'd like there to be some element of surprise.” Ava held Dean’s gaze a moment longer as if debating how much she trusted him, then let her eyes slip shut. Dean opened the door, then took Ava’s hand and led her inside. Once he situated her in the middle of the room, he let go of her hand and took a step back. “You can open them.”

Ava slowly opened her eyes and she gasped at what she saw. Her desk was exactly as she had left it at the house, all of her things were laid out perfectly, and her cork board with all her patterns and various receipts and pictures was hanging above the desk. It was as if Dean had picked everything up without disturbing a single thing and magically transported it to the bunker. Her dresser was also there, and what appeared to be most of her clothes were folded and stacked neatly on the bed. As she turned she saw that he’d also brought her bookshelf and it appeared all of her sketchbooks and favorite books were already on the shelves in almost the same places that they were before. She turned to face Dean, “How...how did you do this?”

Dean shrugged, “One of our friends helped us out...actually, the one that gave us your case. I figured if you were going to stay with us, you should feel like you were home.” He dropped his eyes to the floor, suddenly aware of how intensely Ava was looking at him, and cleared his throat, “I hope that we didn’t overstep our bounds or anything. We probably should have asked-”

Ava grabbed Dean’s hand, interrupting him, “No, it’s perfect. It’s...I don’t know how I could possibly thank you.”

Dean returned his gaze back to hers, “You don’t have to. Sam and I know what it’s like to not have a place to go.” She smiled and squeezed his hand, then walked over to her desk. Her hand trailed along the smooth, worn edges of the desk, and her fingers skittered across the fabrics and threads that were laid out. She closed her eyes at the familiar sensations as she tried to forget the vision she’d had this afternoon, but the images danced behind her eyelids anyway.

“You were dead,” she whispered, her eyes still shut while she tightly grasped the chair in front of her.

Dean took a step forward, “What?”

Ava’s head dropped, “You and Sam...you were dead in my vision. I...I don’t know what happened exactly, but you were both bloody. I didn’t recognize where we were, so I don’t think it was here, but...something bad happened.”

“We? Were you there, too?” Dean’s voice was barely a whisper.

Ava turned to face Dean, and there were tears in her eyes, “Yes and no. It was like I was inside the person that did it...I could see their hands, and I could feel the blood, but I don’t know who it was. It was like I was seeing from their point of view. It came in flashes, I’m sorry...I don’t remember much else. But it felt like it was my fault somehow.” Dean took another step forward, and Ava could feel his fingertips graze hers.

“It's not your fault. Someone did this to you, and we’re going to figure out how to fix it. Sam’s still here...I'm still here.” Dean tucked his knuckle under Ava’s chin and gently lifted it so that her eyes met his. “We aren’t going to leave you.” He cautiously leaned in and let his lips softly graze hers before pulling back. “I’m not going to leave you.”

Ava looked at him in surprise, torn between kissing him back and moving away from him. Instead of doing either, she placed her hand on his chest and sighed at how the warmth seemed to move from him straight into her, “Dean…”

Dean cleared his throat and took a step back, “Anyway...I’m glad you like your room. I’m sure you’re gonna want to get settled in, so, I’m just gonna...I’ll be be in my room if you need anything.” He gave her a quick smile and strode quickly out of the room, closing the door behind him. Ava looked after him for a moment and considered going after him, but then decided that he was probably not the type to appreciate that and turned back to look at everything he had done for her while she had been with Sam. Ava felt a brief moment of guilt as she thought about Dean’s soft lips on hers and how right it had felt. Ben had been gone barely a week, and here she was having feelings about someone she’d just met. Ava sat heavily onto her bed and rested her head in her hands. “What is happening to me?” she whispered to herself, “What am I supposed to do?”

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An analytical approach to Supernatural Season 12 and Mary Winchesters Plight

*Before you read on this is only my opinion. I a merely stating a case for those who are willing to look at other possibilities to have that chance. I am not saying I am right and you are wrong or vis versa. This is merely my opinion.

So I have been watching the TV series Supernatural for 12 solid years. In my book that is some major dedication. Now I know in the Supernatural fandom we are not with out our faults. We have disagreements all the time, but of late I have noticed an increase in disagreements centered around a few key elements in Season 12. So because I am about to graduate with a interdisciplinary degree in film, media studies, and creative writing, I am deciding to take a chance and explain how people may be misinterpreting certain things. So I am going to point out the main issues I have seen and explain them from my perspective, as well as using what I have learned in my classes to help explain why things are happening the way they are. So if you are still with me lets begin:

Issue #1: There is not enough of Sam and Dean in Season 12.

So this is one that can be easily explained. If you look back at past seasons, don’t worry I will do a quick recap of what I am referring to, the brothers have always been on different sides of the main issue. Allow me to show you!

Season 1: Main problem- Finding John

In S1 we see the brothers learning how to be brothers again. In fact Sam says this in the season premier of S2. Dean loves hunting and Sam just wants revenge on the demon that killed Jessica and before that his mom. He wanted out of hunting. Dean can clearly see that Sam is hell bent on revenge and tries to help him see its gonna get him killed. We also see Sam giving Dean crap about always being dad’s little soldier.

Season 2: Main problems- Dean dealing with John’s death; the burden of possibly killing Sam; Sam’s psychic powers; Dean selling his soul

Season 3: Main Problems- Trying to save Dean’s soul and Sam trusting a demon named Ruby

Season 4: Main Problems- (1st season we see the brothers truly torn apart) Sam siding with Ruby as she gets him addicted to demon blood. Dean siding with Castiel on the issue that if Sam doesn’t stop the angels will kill him.

Season 5: Main Problems- Other than the obvious Lucifer,Michael, apocalypse. Dean doesn’t trust Sam due to Ruby. Then Dean wants to say yes to Michael in hopes of saving the people he loves, which Sam and Cass don’t want. Dean loses Sam to Hell.

Season 6: Main Problems- Soulless Sam, Dean having to learn that his brother has been alive a full year and no one told him. Dean loses Lisa and Ben. Cass betrays the brothers and Bobby.

Season 7: Main Problems- Bobby dies, Sam is hallucinating Lucifer, when Bobby dies Dean starts to drink heavily and goes on a revenge streak         (sound familiar; see season 1); then Dean and Cass disappear after killing Dick Roman leaving Sam alone.

Season 8: Main Problems- Dean has been gone a year in purgatory; Sam didn’t look for him, Dean hates Sam for leaving him and Sam hates Dean for choosing Benny over him. Yet by the last half of the season they seem to get their shit together.

Season 9: Main Problems- Well the lets be brothers again didn’t last long; Dean tricks Sam into letting Gadreel possess him to save him; leads to Kevins death. Sam is angry at Dean, which leads Dean to hanging around Crowley who gets him the Mark of Cain, no one is happy about that. Emotional ending, like the brothers can never be happy.

Season 10: Main Problems- Well everyone is keeping secrets from everyone. Sam ends up getting Charlie killed, which then leads to Dean giving into the Mark, which leads to Sam getting the Mark removed, which sets the darkness free.

Season 11: Main Problems- The brothers are starting to come back together. Dean is not really on board with the whole lets start saving people again concept that Sam has. Dean also has to deal with the odd connection to Amara and Sam having to possible take on the burden of killing her, then the Mark. Oh and we have Casifer running around causing issues.

Here is where Season 12 is different with Sam and Dean: MARY! For the first time they are both on the same page when it comes to what they care about and what is most important, family. And yes this includes Cass! We are not seeing as many bromance moments because they are not needed. Sam and Dean don’t need to have a talk at the end of every episode, the show has expanded further.

Issue # 2: Mary Winchester

Let’s talk about Mary Winchester because she seems to be the one character the fandom is divided on. I have some actual information that is accurate due to the fact that I was in her meet and greet at Houscon this year and we asked her so many questions. I asked quite a few myself, but I asked ones I knew I wanted answers to because I knew where some fans were going with her character. So lets address these said issues and I will tell you what Samantha Smith told us, also she told us she had filmed three episode, not including “First Blood” and was about to go in and film another. As far as she knew she has yet to be killed off. Now let’s begin with easy ones to dismiss.

Is the show going to have Mary Winchester and Mr. Ketch hook-up?  So this was something recently brought up by a simple line to Mary from Mr. Ketch. The scene went like this:

Ketch: You're an excellent liar, Mary.

Mary: I haven't told my sons I'm working with you.

Ketch: I gathered, and I understand. Sam and Dean aren't our biggest fans.

Mary: Yeah, 'cause you, uh, tortured them.

Ketch: We've been through that.

Mary: Right. It wasn't you, it was your, uh, "rogue operative.”

Ketch: Exactly. [ Sighs ] So drink?

Ok two things to point out: Mary doesn’t sound happy to be working with Ketch, especially when he says she is a great liar. You don;t even need to watch the scene to realize she doesn’t care for him. Here is the second thing and something Samantha Smith has said at a few of her panels and in the meet and greet. John Winchester was her one and only love. She has no interest looking for anyone else and in case any of you have forgotten her timeline allow me to remind you. She was 29 when she died, now she is 33 years into the future. So by my calculations she has only been aware of John’s death for about  4 months and 17 days (as of next weeks episode) so I don’t know about anyone else but its not easy to get over the loss of a loved one, and Mary seems to be dealing with even more.

Why is Mary working with the BMOL when they tortured Sam? Plus look at all the horrible things they have done!

So no one is forgetting Sam was tortured. Mary says it to Ketch and sounds pissed. But here is where you see a character weighing the options of two evils. She never wanted to raise a family in hunting, that was her goal. Yet now she finds herself dealing with just that. You want to know why she is working with the BMOL, its because she is a damn mother. What mother who wanted to protect her family from harm and failed wouldn’t latch on to any hope that she could save them and get them out of hunting. Mary isn’t stupid, she knows its a long shot, but even if its a slim chance she will do what it takes to protect her boys. I mean that is the Winchester way after all. Also the only people that are aware of what the BMOL have done to people left behind after the brothers solve a case or escaped that prison is only known by us the audience and the BMOL. Mary,Sam, and Dean do not know everything the BMOL have been doing. Oh and in case anyone forgot she beat the shit out of Toni and Dean had to stop Mary from killing her. So to me that was Mary losing her shit about her son being hurt.

Mary needs to apologize for the life Sam and Dean have had to live because she made the deal with Azazel all those years ago!

So I asked Samantha Smith specifically about this because I know this fandom and I knew this would come up. I asked her how much Mary is aware of when it comes to the lives that Dean and Sam have led. Samantha said that Mary only knows what John wrote in his journal. She has said in the show that its all her fault because she made a deal with Azazel, but she doesn’t know what all it led too. She doesn’t know about them being vessels, Dean and Sam going to Hell, Dean being a demon, Sam’s blood addiction, etc. She only knows what John wrote down and since she was transported to 2016. So how can she apologize for stuff she doesn’t know occurred. Plus I don’t see Sam or Dean or even Cass sitting Mary down and telling her everything.

Mary needs to stop keeping secrets, she almost got them all killed in “Stuck in the Middle (With You)”!

Ok first off, if you guys truly believe that if Mary would have handed the colt over that Ramiel would have let them walk away your not watching the same show. Now Dean and Sam know the colt could have killed Ramiel, but Mary doesn’t and sill doesn’t know that. Why you may ask, because no one has told her! Also she made it clear to Ketch that if that happens again she is going to kill them all, not a treat, a promise. Sounds a bit like what Dean did when Charlie died! Also and you get a gold star here. Name one time in the shows history where someone was not keeping a secret from another. You can’t, its like ingrained in the Winchester line as well as with Cass and Crowley. No one ever tells the truth until its typically to late.

One last tiny thing: People wanted Mary to tell the truth and literally the next episode she did.

Samantha broke down what is going thru Mary’s mind for us:

1. She was 29 when she died and was yanked into the future 33 years later, her memory before that was burning on the ceiling and dying.

2. Her sons are older than her. They are hunting. And the love of her life John is dead.

3. Everyone she knew is dead.

4. She didn’t want to hunt anymore, but decides she has too, because its the family business after all.

Final Note: I have also noticed that people still have issues with Cass and Crowley being around. What needs to be understood is the show would have been cancelled a long time ago had it not been for the additions of Mark Sheppard and Misha Collins. Jared and Jensen have said so themselves that having them has helped expand the show to places they never thought possible and that it helps with the workload. Actually Jensen really talks about this when in Season 3 they added Lauren Cohen and Katie Cassidy. That it was a big relief because there are literally no shows on TV that have two main leads in every episode. This was before Misha and Mark entered the picture. Just to give people insight as to how much these actors work, even more Jared and Jensen, they work on average 14 hr days, 5 days a week. Just think about that for a moment.