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collarbjt · 9 months ago
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SPN 1006
Is Supernaturl novel in spn famous now? Performed in school play, just wow
Dean : Out there hunting, is the only normal I know
Again, I’ll kill you john.
Oh, girl acts Dean.
Carry on my wayward son~
Dean’s “NO” face is so serious lol
Wincest Subtext 🤣🤣🤣 so hilarious
Sam got shut down trying to give some old-school stories!! Lol
Spaceships, and robots, and some Ninjas, and then Dean becomes a woman. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Wow is it a mid-term summary?????? Lol whatever, the end of novel Supernatural in spn is Swan song, it would be quiet disappointed to the readers in spn univ.
DESTIEL????
That word, ‘subtext’, is hit of this episode, yeahhh
D-stiel?? Oh Sam that’s the worst shipping name I ever heard!!! Lol Thx for ‘e’ sooo much. And what the Sastiel, Samstiel??? You wanna in Sammy? Finally Casdean, lol 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Sam and Dean are too old to be Sam and Dean, lol
Calliope, why greek gods are all in America?
Dean is awkwardly reacting to the compliments about his brother. Hahaha This Samgirl is a great playwriter!!
Road so far, in ‘baby’. Saving people, hunting things, family business- good intro, and summary
Cas is waiting Dean😭 with sad song it’s really sad
Calliope is picky, avoid the spaceships robots and tentacles
Oh,,, this play is now not funny, so sad….I’m impressed.
What… wait that man in vinyl, who’s that????????????
Samulet! Finally the writer realized it’s real Winchesters.
Heyyy it’s not a classic ROCK!!!!!! You guys forgot Adam??? Oh poor boy…
This play is so touching…maybe bet you Winchesters too, right?
Chuck!!!!!!
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spnfanficpond · 1 year ago
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November/December 2023 Angel Fish Awards
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(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)
Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)
Nominated by @deanwinchesterswitch
Five-Finger Discount by @talltalesandbedtimestories
This story is so smartly written - so many fantastic descriptions and lines of dialogue and it flows so beautifully. I didn’t want it to end. If you don't already have an obsession with Dean's hands, you will by the end of this fic.
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Nominated by @annahmiraculousmillenium
A New Form by Kenophobia (AO3)
I'm nominating this story because it introduced me to a new tag I really like now: "Shapeshifter Dean" Sam is bossy (and Dean actually obeys!) Bobby is in there! John dies! And other cool things I don't want to spoil. Also, it's gen.
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Nominated by @glygriffe
Said the Salmon to the Sea by @bendingsignpost
A mesmerizing (or mermaid-rising?) Dean-centric story about change, about the fact that it comes whether we want it to or not, and how the heck we deal with it. “If this is as far as we can go, it’s as far as we can go,” Dean says with a heavy shrug. Slowly, Sam says, “It’s as far as I can go.” “Yeah, that’s what I just said.”
The Angel of Emetgis V by Kayliemanlinza (AO3)
I read this as part of the Dean/Cas Reversebang 2022 (with beautiful art by @missaceriee) and the concept of true-form Castiel as an alien meeting "grease-monkey" Dean in deep space is compelling as much as how love is expressed between species. (Here is the original DCRB post that made me discover the story)
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Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel
Unlikely by @apocalypseornaw
This story was written for me for the Secret Santa hosted on the Pond. It's a lovely fic with Ketch/GN!Reader, something there kind of is a lack of (both with GN and Male reader inserts). And like, also with Ketch lol it was a really nice pick-me-up as I'm not having the best of times right now, and it made me read an author I didn't know before, so it's a win-win Situation!
Follow That Car! by Mrs_SimonTam_PHD (AO3)
A really nice, short Ketch/Dean story with a side of murder. "I wish to fuck you, Dean" is forever embedded in my brain.
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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis
Spotless by @stusbunker
This is a Dean x reader AU with SO MUCH DELICIOUS PINING!!!! And now Bela's involved! And the reader gets to watch Dean and Bela make heart eyes at each other!! SO MUCH YUMMY ANGST!!!
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Nominated by @salt-n-burn-em-all
Care and Feeding by foolishgames (AO3)
Sam is somehow turned into a cat. The best stories are the first and last ones if you are not an S/D reader, then can be read as mostly Gen.
Dissecting the Bird by nigeltde (AO3)
♥♥♥ Just right.
The Witch and the Wolfen by meus_venator (AO3)
I love everything about this story- meus has an amazing talent and this is one I reread often- plus, it just got a second story!
Sounds Like Truth Feels Like Courage by Sprinkle888 (AO3)
Well-written SPN story. Gen, no pairing, but it doesn’t need one. Sam binds them together with some MoL magic rings and finding out how they work is a riot. Some angst, temp character death, but ends happily. 10/10 recommend. Also posted on my Tumblr.
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Nominated by @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes
Slither by Tiamatv (AO3)
I absolutely love this story! The show of cultural differences between Dean and Castiel that even the reader will miss the cues. Lol! The conversation about sex was hilarious especially since Dean doesn’t ask. 😂 Wait until you read the word “clasp”. Poor Dean. Look up the word: hemipene. This stems all the hilarity in the fic. Just wait. Just wait. It’s hilarious!! SPOILER: Castiel is a naga refugee that is half human and half beautiful snake, and Sam basically “adopted” him as a charity project that turns into Dean’s charity project that ends up making him very happy very quickly.
Rubber Duckie Boots by Hexentaenzerin (AO3)
This such an adorable meet-cute. I love it! I also love that Dean wears rubber duckie boots while videoing carpet cleaning videos for his business, which Castiel absolutely loves to watch. Just can’t get enough of seeing Dean in those boots. Castiel even buys a rug to try to get Dean to notice him. **squee** It’s great! The ending is so Dean and Castiel. ❤️❤️❤️
Weighted by Tiamatv and amireal (AO3)
I absolutely love this fic because I actually sleep with a weighted blanket and when my kids are sick, they love their own. I even have one in the car. It’s light but enough to feel it. This is just so fluffy and romantic all thanks to our favorite redhead introducing weighted blankets which helps so much. It’s been shown to even help babies but blankets aren’t great for them. Anyway, they’re so cute and that scene where Dean opens his eyes all slow and gentle with “hey”, just broke me. My husband and I do that periodically and it just means more snuggles and sleep. lol. Poor Castiel thinking he couldn’t have Dean which I understand since Dean has said so much he is straight or implied it rather often. Ugh. This was done so well. I admit I wish there was more especially with Dean exploring this new aspect of himself and with Castiel. Curious to see what their bumps in the road are and how they handle it.
Close Encounter of the Fourth Kind by Fathersalmon (AO3)
First, this is smut. Second. It is fucking hilarious! I rarely find crack in smut. You have to read this hilarity. Dean’s sassy mouth is just amazing in this while Castiel just ignores him. 🤣 If you want to laugh, read this!
Firelight Glow by bleuzombie (AO3)
I just love how it progresses and the ending is great though. It’s so sweet and fluffy. Their connection is so tangible the reader can feel it like the characters do. It also has Trans Dean Winchester, which I always love to read, especially by @bleuzombie who knows how to write them so authentically and truthfully.
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Nominated by @spencereliotwinchester
Stray Hearts by blujay44 (AO3)
It's definitely a weird one, but I really like how fluffy it is. Really, though, it's weird... but it's a feel-good one, especially when Jensen comforts Jared.
Pastiche (orphaned work on AO3)
This is literally one of my favorite SPN fics ever. I reread it a lot. Features Autistic!Jensen and loveable goldenretriever Jared who just wants to get to know his neighbor.
Flash by ellia (AO3)
Short, sweet, almost possessive... Also features my two favorite boys: Jensen and Christian.
For the Taking by veronamay (AO3)
Steamy, sexy, bdsm, Jared and Jensen. What more could you ask for??
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Nominated by @mariekoukie6661
House of the Rising Son by @kittenofdoomage
I really love the idea of Sam and Dean being the bad guys! The story as a whole is so goood!
Blood and Honey by @kittenofdoomage
Dark!Winchesters are my favorite kind of tropes! This is such a great story, very well written!
Baklavas For Your Birthday by @cloverhighfive
This is very cute!!!
Muddy Soul by @impala-dreamer
This is so good! Its very dark at times and you absolutely need to mind the tags! But this is such a great series!
Strangers by @smellingofpoetry
Very cute story!! I liked it!!!
I am my beloved’s and my beloved’s mine by @heavenssexiestangel
Very cute! Very fluffy!!!! I liked it!!!!
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THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!
- From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @spencereliotwinchester, and @heavenssexiestangel!
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ephemerastardust · 2 years ago
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💍Happy ever after💍
Sometimes I think the worst moments are in nightmares - there is no rationality, the worst emotions take control.
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Sometimes I think the happiest moment is waking up from a nightmare - nothing is the current reality, nothing is too late anymore. All bad endings can be changed.
Let alone Dean falls into the safest, warmest embrace :D
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Dean gets his exclusive wing hug and they have the happy ending they deserve :D
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I teared up drawing some scenes T^T
I am still feeling a little surreal that I finished it. I had the idea of drawing Cas comforting Dean after a nightmare for so long --- last year when I first started posting Destiel fanart I was in no way capable of laying out my ideas so I settled on just one piece of Cas kissing tearing Dean (and not a satisfying piece at all lol). Can't believe after one year I managed to do so many panels in less than one week… Not really single-piece quality but still :D This is insane lol
Perhaps I should redraw the old piece someday :D
Sorry for the sudden style change lol I wanted to draw recognizable scenes from the show but then the first half looks like a terrible photo collage after poor color altering lol this is not what I wanted T^T then in the second half they basically become very --- manga? simplified? unrealistic lol.
Anyway. The old saying is 心意到了。Happy anniversary Dean and Cas! And also to those who celebrate - have a good night and a wonderful Valentine's day <3
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senashenta · 13 days ago
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Storm Season: Chapter Five
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Title: Storm Season (Chapter Five)
Pairing: Destiel
Rating: E
Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut
Summary: “Dean Winchester is Saved.” The angels all say, clear as a bell—and Dean crawls out of his own grave. Shortly after, he meets the person who pulled him out of Hell, and it turns out to be CASTIEL. Seven years after Cas vanished off the face of the Earth, Dean is suddenly confronted with his former lover again, only this time he’s not just a regular college kid—he’s an ANGEL, and Dean just doesn’t know how to compute that AT ALL.
But even after all these years, Dean can’t deny that he still has feelings for Cas, even as he and Sam embark on an out-of-place-palraijuq Hunt in Louisiana. Not even a giant crocodile monster can keep his attention when Cas comes around—and just like before, the angel is very, very distracting, bringing up Dean’s love for him once more. But things aren’t as simple as when they were younger and Cas was human, and it will take a lot of work before Dean can trust Cas again.
Notes: I hope everyone had good holidays and a good New Year’s Eve! Tomorrow is my birthday, so Happy Birthday to me, I guess! :D
All the post-Storm Season one-shots have now officially been cut back by five, so there’s twenty-five of them instead of thirty BUT LIKE TWENTY-FIVE IS STILL PLENTY, RIGHT?? lol. Also, I’m tinkering with a spin-off series that may or may not ever see the light of day, but we can talk about that later because it relates to #23/24/25 of the post-Storm Season one-shots and BOY are we not even close to there yet! :P
Like I said before, my next big project is going to be Cessation, which is a SPN/The Walking Dead crossover because WHY THE FUCK NOT SOMEONE TRY TO STOP ME. But I also have a SPN/Heralds Of Valdemar crossover (Where Monsters Come From) that I’m planning to write at some point as well (that realistically I know no one will read because Valdemar is such a small fandom), so keep an eye out for those when I eventually get finished this whole Horror High et al SAGA. XD
This is all on top of writing original novels, so. Yeah. I’m a busy, busy gal. (ADHD meds are the BEST.)
ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3.
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STORM SEASON Chapter Five By Senashenta
The clerk by the front door gave Dean the dirtiest of dirty looks when he and Sam made their hasty exit, and immediately bolted to check out the upstairs—they could hear her shriek all the way from the car, which they very swiftly piled into to make their getaway. It was safe to say that the two of them (or Dean at the very least) would no longer be welcome at that particular library. That was fine, though, because they wouldn’t be coming back during daylight hours anyway.
It wasn’t all bad news, though, because while Dean had been upstairs being thoroughly slimed, Sam had managed to locate several possible leads in his microfiche scrolling and not only printed them out but remembered to grab them on the way out the door, too, even slapping down a five-dollar bill to pay for the printouts on the way past the front desk. He always had been a bit of a boy scout like that.
They drove back to the motel almost recklessly, and when they got there, they dashed inside, slammed and locked the door behind them.
“Dude, what the hell happened?” Sam gestured to Dean’s… everything.
Dean was wiping at his jacket uselessly, basically just smearing the ectoplasm around. “Basically, the entire freaking library attacked me. Books flew off the shelves and pelted me, one of them got me in the eye, Goddamnit, and the stupid… cards… exploded… and just ectoplasm everywhere.” He picked an index card off of himself, dropped it on the floor and let his head fall back as he bemoaned; “and poor Baby, Sam, she is so completely slimed up now, I’m gonna be cleaning her upholstery for weeks.” (That was an exaggeration, and he knew it, but the sentiment remained the same.)
“Whatever’s in that building is seriously annoyed.” Sam observed, and then; “Dean, just take your jacket off and we’ll get it to a dry cleaner tomorrow. And stop dropping stuff on the floor, you’re getting ectoplasm all over the carpet.”
“You don’t care about Baby at all.” Dean complained, but he was already stripping his jacket off, turning it inside out and draping it over one of the kitchenette table chairs. His shirt underneath wasn’t exactly clean, either and neither were his jeans, so he quickly shucked out of them as well, tossing everything in the laundry pile to be washed the next day. He vaguely wondered if Cas was upstairs watching, but dismissed the idea just as quickly as it came to him.
“Go have a shower.” Sam told him, interrupting his thoughts; “seriously. Your hair is…” Trailing off, Sam just shook his head and reached to pluck another index card out of his brother’s hair, then repeated, “just go have a shower, Dean.”
Dean was already heading for the bathroom, pausing just long enough to swat Sam’s plucking hand away. He might not have been great about taking care of himself lately (he was getting better about that) but this time he was definitely on Team Shower. Being coated head-to-toe in ghost snot would probably do that to anyone, he figured.
His shower was quick and used up probably too much shampoo and soap, but by the end of it he finally felt less like a library had sneezed him out when he stepped out into the bathroom proper and grabbed a towel to dry off. He dried quickly and wrapped the towel around his waist before heading back out into the motel room to root out some clothes—he needed to be dressed so he could go outside again and take care of Baby, because he was not leaving her all mucked up for any longer than he had to.
Sam was sitting at the table, shuffling through the new papers he’d printed off at the library, his bookbag sitting in a chair next to him, open so he could dig through it as he highlighted the important sections of each article. They would go up on the Wall Of Weird soon, but not until Dean deemed fit—the elder Winchester had gotten touchy about who added to his Walls as of late.
Whatever got him through the day, Sam figured.
While Sam worked, Dean made his way around the room, pulling on clean clothes and then tossing his towel in the direction of the bathroom—he was bad about that. Putting towels away properly. It drove Sam insane. Now, at least, Sam’s back was to it so he couldn’t see it right away. He would just bitch about it later instead, when Dean was done dealing with the Impala.
Once he was dressed and had pulled his boots on, Dean went out to the car and dug in the real trunk—not the fake one—for a shammy and the Armor All, then sneaked his way into the maid’s closet by the motel office where he pilfered a bucket, which was filled in the sink of their motel room. The water was a last resort, in case the Armor All failed him.
The poltergeist gunk was basically everywhere he had touched in the Impala, so the steering wheel, the seat and the floor. He did have floor covers for monster-y occasions, so he just pulled out the one on the driver’s side and washed it off with the water from the bucket and the shammy. It took some work. Then he set to scrubbing freaking ectoplasm out of all of Baby’s nooks and crannies. Sadly, this wasn’t his first time doing this exact job, either. He definitely had a really weird—and more than occasionally disgusting—life.
The problem with ectoplasm was that it was sticky, gunky crap, like snot on steroids, and it got into all the crevices. Dean knew that from personal experience. He also knew that it was going to take an entire afternoon of vigorous scrubbing to get Baby looking spic-and-span again, which was why he’d gotten the jump on it immediately after getting himself cleaned up.
It was also a good way of keeping his mind off… other things.
Or that was the theory, anyway. As he worked, though, Dean’s thoughts wandered to the inevitable. To Cas, and everything that had—and hadn’t—been between them. To the loss and the anger and the absolute betrayal that he had felt when he had learned that Cas was alive and well for all that time after all.
And then to the love, the love that was still there, taking up so much space in his heart. The love that hurt so, so badly at the moment, but he couldn’t shake off, couldn’t deny despite his best efforts to do just that.
Because Dean had said it many times in the past, but Cas was it for him—his soul mate, if he believed in such things—and no one else would ever compare to him, angel or not. It was just the profound sense of loss and the icy shock of pain after Cas disappearing for so long, being dead for so long, that stopped Dean from wrapping him up in his arms and—
And what? Proclaiming his undying love? He couldn’t do that after everything that had happened, even if he had… somewhat… already done it. Goddamnit, he had basically already done it, hadn’t it? And then right after that he had…
Dean didn’t realize how hard he was scrubbing at Baby’s seat until his knuckles started to hurt, and he eased off, sitting back a bit and shaking his hand out, eyes on the ground under his feet. And that’s what he felt like, really. He felt like dirt. Lower than dirt, even, for hurting Cas like that, even if in the moment it had felt… not good necessarily, though he had obviously come from it, buried deep inside Cas just like the old days, but maybe… cathartic? Was that the right word?
Dean shook his head, dismissing the thought, and went back to work on the Impala, this time paying more attention to what he was doing and less attention to the near constant narrative that was going on in his head.
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Poltergeists could be tricky things and didn’t like to play by all the same rules as regular ghosts. Sure, if you could figure out who the spirit belonged to, you could try to salt and burn the bones, but that was if you could find the body. That wasn’t always a given, in their line of work. And that was also if burning the bones even worked at all, which wasn’t always a given with poltergeists either.
Dean stood in front of the Wall Of Weird, studying it, what there was of it so far anyway, while Sam did what Sam did best and booted up his computer to do some more research, since they likely wouldn’t be allowed anywhere near the Albany County Public Library again any time soon (during operational hours, anyway.) Thank God for the Internet.
When they had been at the library earlier, Sam had managed to pull a handful of articles from the microfiche, and three of them had been obituaries: people who had died on the land, if not in the library itself. The first, Ed Carson, was an elderly gentleman who’d had a heart attack in the parking lot three years ago. Probably not their spook. Too benign of a death.
The other two, Abby Perkins and Margot Good, were less clear than Mr. Carson, the articles that Sam had managed to find at the library providing only the basest of details; Abby Perkins had died in nineteen eighty-four, and Margot Good in seventeen ten. Now Sam was doing his thing, working on digging up more information on the other two deaths while Dean continued to side-eye the Wall until he eventually decided it was time for a beer and went to get one from the minifridge.
Privately, Sam was impressed with how little alcohol had passed Dean’s lips that day so far. Then again there were still some hours to go before they crashed for the night, so things still had time to edge downhill. Still. He could handle a few beers. Dean could handle a few beers. It was good to see him taking the job seriously. But he had taken the rugaru job seriously, too. He was a professional when it came down to it.
“Okay, so,” Sam spoke up after a while of working his deep dive, and Dean turned away from the Wall again to look toward him; “Abby Perkins died of anaphylactic shock back in the eighties, she was allergic to bees. But Margot Good—she was hung on this land way back in seventeen ten.” He looked up from his computer to grin slightly, “which was, of course, the popular way to deal with witches, back in the day.”
Dean’s brows rose and he took a pull of his beer. “Real witch or is this a Salem Witch Trials situation?”
“Oh, Salem Witch Trials and in more than one way.” Sam gestured toward the computer screen even though Dean couldn’t see what was on it; “in seventeen ten the witch hysteria was still very real, and it had spread out from Massachusetts to other colonies all over the country. And Margot Good just happened to share a last name with the most famous of the Salem ‘witches’—” He made air quotes around the word ‘witches’ for emphasis; “—Sarah Good. So, in this time of mass hysteria, rumors spread, and Margot is connected to the most infamous witch in history to that date. They practically had to hang her, as far as they were concerned.”
“But she was innocent, yeah?” Dean asked around the edge of his beer.
“Undeniably.” Sam agreed, “or at least that’s the prominent theory. But she was buried on the grounds where she was hanged, which was tradition at the time, I suppose, and guess what now stands on that ground?”
“The Albany County Public Library.” It wasn’t a guess. Dean made a little clicking sound with his tongue and finished off his beer. “But if she’s been dead for this long, what woke her up, now?”
Sam tapped at his laptop for a second before spinning it around for Dean to see the article he’d pulled up. “Look, they just started renovations on the library basement. They’re digging up the whole thing to replace the foundation. They broke ground last month. Bets that she’s buried somewhere under that floor?”
Dean was back at the minifridge pulling out another beer. He popped the cap and muttered, “no wonder she’s pissed off. She gets accused of witchcraft, probably tortured, then hung to death and she can’t even rest anymore because they’re digging up her grave? Shit.”
It took a really ticked off spirit to become an actual poltergeist instead of your run-of-the-mill ghost, but from what Sam had dug up, it sounded very likely that Margot Good had every reason to be seriously angry. That was definitely poltergeist territory right there. They both figured they’d probably found their culprit.
Now they just had to figure out what to do about it.
The standard for poltergeists was special hex bags in the walls of the building, north, south, east and west. Sometimes you could take one out by finding the body that had belonged to the spirit of the poltergeist in life, salting and burning the bones, but unlike with normal ghosts, that didn’t always track with poltergeists.
So hex bags it was.
With a call to Bobby, they were able to locate a witch in Cheyenne, Neave Wynne, who was willing to help them out with the proper hex bags to put down a poltergeist. Dean went alone, claiming that he needed some time to think, and Sam gave only a token protest before just agreeing that he would stay behind and make the rest of the preparations.
So, Dean made the hour’s drive (in forty minutes, tops) with his thoughts on Cas the entire time, despite initially trying to keep his mind on the job at hand, going over all of their interactions so far and how well, or badly, they had gone. He managed not to completely spin out this time, during the drive to Cheyenne, though he had his hands gripping too tightly on the wheel again by the time he pulled into the driveway at the address Bobby had given them.
In Cheyenne it was only a matter of minutes for him to pick up the hex bags, pay the witch an obscene amount of money and go on his way. Dean thanked Neave profusely on his way out the door, and she, in turn, thanked him for the cold hard cash. She wished him well in his endeavours, and he was off again, heavy four hex bags in his jacket pocket. Hopefully, they would do the trick.
Then there was the hour drive back to Laramie and a return to all his swirling thoughts. He managed to tamp it all down when he got to the motel and came face-to-face with Sam again, though, dropping the hex bags on the table with a little triumphant “Ta-daa!” and making Sam roll his eyes.
But even though he pushed the thoughts down they were still there, niggling, and his first instinct was to go for booze again. Beer at the very least, but preferably something stronger. They weren’t going to the Albany County Public Library again until the next day, so for now he allowed the impulse and went over to pour himself a glass of whiskey. He downed it in one go, then poured a second glass quickly. Sam gave him a look but didn’t say anything.
The rest of the evening was spent going over the case over and over again until Dean’s head was aching—or maybe that was him mixing his liquor again. That was definitely a possibility. Either way, by eleven o’clock that night Dean was exhausted, physically and mentally, and Sam wasn’t doing much better, so Dean finished off the last of the beer in his hand and set the bottle down on the table a little too hard before making his way over to collapse into his bed, not even bothering to get undressed first.
Tomorrow was going to be a long day, too.
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The next morning the brothers woke at eight a.m. to the alarm blaring Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley and Dean moaned a protesting noise and pulled his pillow over his head in an attempt to block out the shitty, shitty music. In the other bed, Sam just muttered, unamused, “the radio is freaking Rickrolling us. It is too early for this bullshit.”
Dean’s response was a muffled, “what the hell is a Rockroll?”
“Rickroll. It’s when you—” Sam started, even as he levered himself up and reached to smack at the alarm until it turned off. Finally, he sighed and shook his head. “You know what? Never mind. Come on, it’s time to get up.”
Still, Dean stubbornly stayed in bed while Sam got up and got ready to go for his morning jog, changing into his sweatpants and running shoes, and he left Dean where he was while he grabbed his ipod and wallet and disappeared out the door. He would let Dean snooze for another half an hour until he came back, coffee in hand. That would get Dean out of bed for sure—it always did.
And sure enough, when Sam got back (forty minutes later, the lineup at the coffee shop had been unreal), all he had to do was walk in the door with a tray full of fresh java and Dean rolled over in bed and lifted his head to peer back over his shoulder blearily. “You get coffee?”
“Yeah. Got one for you. Help yourself if you can haul yourself out of bed long enough.” Sam was already heading through to the bathroom for a shower; “I’ll be back out in a few. Don’t drink my coffee, too, jerk.”
Dean hummed and nuzzled into his pillow before absently replying “bitch” and finally swinging his legs around to sit up, rubbing at his hair absently before standing and wandering over to take one of the coffees from the tray on the table. He opened it up and began to sip at it as he wandered over to stand in front of the Wall Of Weird, still a little sleepy, staring at the article about Margot Wood that was pinned up right in the very center.
A poltergeist was easy. Ish. Usually. This one was just a little stronger than most. And gooier. They totally had this in the bag.
Dean nodded to himself, halfway through his coffee and feeling much more awake already and glanced over when Sam came out of the bathroom a couple minutes later, crossing the room to root through his bag for a change of clothes and then, once he was dressed, taking his wet towel very pointedly back to the bathroom again, thank you very much, Dean.
A little smirk tugged Dean’s lips up and he went over to set the rest of his coffee on the table, then ducked into the bathroom once Sam was out again to shower and brush his teeth quickly. That was followed up by coming back into the main room, getting dressed, and just tossing his towel in the general vicinity of the bathroom, Sam. This was a game that never got old—or at least not to Dean. Sam found it very irritating.
The rest of the day was spent bickering between themselves as they gathered up everything they needed; the hex bags, obviously, but also their sawed-off shotguns, filled with rock salt, and the huge tin can of table salt—just in case the malevolent spirit actually showed itself. That was an unlikely scenario, though, as poltergeists rarely manifested as actual entities.
Dean sat taking his shotgun apart, cleaning it and putting back together, over and over again for over an hour in the middle of the afternoon, basically on autopilot, not really seeing what he was doing, just doing it on instinct alone, his thoughts a million miles away. It was something he and Sam both did when they were anxious over something—field-stripped and cleaned their weapons.
When he eventually blinked out of it and realized what he was doing, he could only sigh and finish his current round by putting his shotgun back together. Then he immediately retrieved his sidearm and proceeded to strip and clean it as well, but in this case only one time. Both guns were fully loaded and ready to go, now.
Across the table from him, Sam had finished cleaning both of his own guns long since and had been watching Dean do his work over and over for the past little while, but quickly turned his attention to his laptop, pretending he hadn’t been watching. “So, the library closes at eight.” He announced; “we can probably go around nine, just to be sure none of the staff are still around.”
“We have time to grab food, then?” Dean looked up at him, eyebrows lifted. They hadn’t even taken a break for lunch, just going on power bars that Sam always kept in his duffle. “I could use some real food before we do this thing.”
“Yeah, totally.” Sam agreed. “Diner down the street?”
“Sounds like a plan.” Dean nodded, then pushed his chair back and stood. “Oh, and Sam? Your power bars do nothing.”
-- --
At nine o’clock that night, they packed up their shit and drive across town to the currently closed Albany County Public Library, where they parked around back, and Dean made quick work of picking the lock on the back door to get them both inside the building.
They were not expecting a warm reception, but the instant they walked in the door a book flew out of nowhere and clocked Dean in the side of the head—and he cursed. Loudly. At least it was a dry book. No ectoplasm—so far. Dean really hated the ectoplasm. (So did Sam.)
Dean and Sam made their way through the rows of tables in the back section of the library and things exploded around them. The computers started fritzing out, blinking on and off, the keyboards sparking in the dark. The printers began printing out reams and reams of paper, spitting them out all over the place.
Sam reached down and picked one up, and all it had on it was one word, printed over and over again: INNOCENT. Sam held it out for Dean to see and got a snort in response. He dropped it back to the ground afterward.
“You take north and east; I’ll take south and west.” Dean said, and handed two of the hex bags to Sam, who pocketed them quickly and headed out, even as the filing cabinets began spewing out papers and index cards, along with more ectoplasm than anything they had ever seen before. It practically rained the stuff.
With Sam off to do his part, Dean made for the back wall and began hauling one of the filing cabinets away from the wall so he could kick a hole in the plaster. That part done, he shoved a hex bag into the hole before moving on to the west wall, where he spent a couple of minutes fending of books that were flying in his direction from the stacks before repeating the process of pulling out a cabinet and booting a hole in the wall. The second hex bag went in as (relatively) easily as the first.
That done, he looked around for Sam and, when he couldn’t spot him, assumed he had gone to the north wall at the front of the building. So, with things still freaking out around him, Dean braved a dash through the stacks, books pelting him the entire way and slime dripping off the shelves, now, until he burst through the other side—only to find Sam standing there looking at him.
“Why didn’t you finish south and west?!” Sam demanded over the library having an utter fit.
“I did!” Dean replied, incredulous, and then winced when another heavy book bounced off his shoulder blade. That was going to freaking bruise. He made his way forward to stand next to Sam, farther away from the cacophony in the main part of the library. “What the hell is going on?!”
Margot Good was one strong poltergeist if the hex bags didn’t even phase her. And if that was the case, then the only thing they had left was uncovering the body and salting and burning the bones. Otherwise, they were seriously screwed. So, it was decided that they would go to the basement, where there were hopefully less books to collide with their faces.
A quick rock-paper-scissors later and Sam braved the book-and-index card melee to go back outside for shovels from the trunk of the Impala while Dean stayed behind and continued to endure the onslaught inside, this time the metal detectors by the front entrance trying to electrocute him—he just barely managed to dash away in time to avoid frying. Now everything was covered in black goo, and he would hate to see the face of the librarian who came to unlock the building in the morning.
When there’s something strange, in your neighborhood… who you gonna call? If there’s something weird, and it don’t look good… who you gonna call? Dean’s voice singsonged, even as Sam burst through the stacks again, carrying two folding shovels and covered head-to-toe in ectoplasm.
Shovels obtained, they found the door to the basement, which was, predictably, locked. So, they, just as predictably, picked it, and quickly flicked the lights on, heading down the narrow staircase cautiously. The overhead lights flickered, almost like a strobe light, but at least the basement had been cleared out to make room for the construction on the floor, so there was less for the poltergeist to throw at them. Still, little chips of gravel and concrete left over from the excavation of the old floor pelted them constantly their entire way down, tiny and stinging like bites from a fly.
The whole poured concrete floor had been dug up and hauled away, leaving just dirt behind, which they assumed was going to be covered up with more concrete, eventually. For now, it left things perfect for them to dig, assuming they could figure out where because the library didn’t exactly have a small footprint, and—
Over in one corner, the ground was moving. Shifting and lifting, something rising up from under it.
They both froze and watched as a shape clawed its’ way out of the dirt, vaguely human but rotted nearly through—
“Is that a freaking zombie?” Dean asked almost flatly.
“I think… it’s Margot Good.” Sam replied, almost blank.
The rotting corpse—which by all means should have been nothing but dust and bones by now, considering she had been buried in the seventeen hundreds—spun to face them, mouth wide and shrieking and the walls started to bleed ectoplasm. Dean flinched his shoulder away from the nearest wall and yanked his pistol out of the back of his jeans. “Well, we know what to do with zombies. Sorry, Margot.”
A quick headshot did the trick. The walls immediately stopped oozing, and the cacophony upstairs fell silent; they could hear midair books dropping to the ground deadly and when the printers suddenly stopped spitting out page after page of paper. They watched the body slump to the ground, then immediately begin melting, then turning to dust, and Dean tucked his gun away again.
“You, uh, ever see something like that before?”
“Nope.”
“We should get out of here.”
“I call dibs on the first shower.”
-- --
Now that they were done with the poltergeist-slash-zombie, Sam wanted to immediately go to South Dakota to help Bobby with his research into the Louisiana thing. Dean was happily stuck in his rut right where he was, though. He thought he deserved a few days off rather than hopping on the road again so soon, but Sam reminded him that lots of people were dying in New Orleans. Literally boatloads of people. They went around and around on the topic for a good, long while, especially because Dean wouldn’t allow Sam to just up and take the Impala to go to South Dakota without him.
Sam finally threw his hands in the air and declared; “fine then! I’m calling Cas!”
Dean froze, then blanched slightly, then stammered, “he’s—he’s not a freaking taxi!”
But it was too late, Sam was already casting his eyes toward the ceiling and saying, “Cas, if you’re listening in, it’s Sam Winchester and I could really use a ha—”
Dean next thing to tackled him. He scrambled out of his chair, knocking it over in his haste, and collided with his brother, tumbling them both onto one of the beds, where they proceeded to wrestle and fight while Dean tried everything he could to keep Sam from praying—including actually clamping a hand over his mouth. When Sam childishly licked his palm, Dean jerked his hand away again and made a disgusted noise, wiping it on Sam’s shirt.
“Sammy, I told you—”
“Uh. If this is a bad time I could come back later.” Cas said from over by the table. He was observing their little scuffle with more than a bit of amusement in his eyes and proceeded to watch them both scramble to get up and right themselves, too, a small smile on his face.
“You don’t have to be here.” Dean told him gruffly, straightening his shirt and avoiding eye contact like it was a deadly dangerous thing.
“Sam called me.” Cas pointed out before turning his attention to Sam, who was still floundering in the blankets slightly. Finally, Cas made his way over and helped the younger Winchester to untangle himself, then pulled him to his feet.
“Giant baby.” Dean commented.
Cas chuckled and Sam glared. “Cas, I need a lift to Bobby’s place, if you have the time. Dean refuses to drive there, and I want to help Bobby with research for the New Orleans job.”
“Do we not deserve breaks in between cases, sometimes?” Dean demanded.
“You do.” Cas agreed with Dean, but then gave Sam a smile; “I can absolutely take you to South Dakota, Sam. When do you want to be picked up?”
“I dunno… thirty-six hours? That’ll give us a good head start at the very least.” Sam was already cramming all of his stuff into a bag, “I guess if I need more time I can always, uh… let you know.”
“Yes, prayer works no matter where you are.” Cas nodded, waiting for Sam to finish packing before stepping over and hovering one hand over his shoulder. “You might want to brace yourself. The first time can be… a little jarring.” Then he patted his hand down on Sam’s shoulder, and they were gone.
In South Dakota, the two of them appeared just outside the door to Bobby’s house: Cas had very specifically not transported them inside because Mr. Singer had yet to see him since he’d been back, not really, and he wasn’t looking forward to the reunion. Bobby had made threats during their first meeting, back when Cas had still been human—about what he would do if Cas ever hurt Dean—and Cas had more than just hurt Dean, he had, as John Winchester had correctly predicted so long ago, destroyed him. Not that he thought Bobby could physically harm him, very little could, but…
It was a confrontation he was still putting off at all costs.
Now, Sam steadied himself, feeling a little woozy from the flight over, and glanced toward the door before offering a smile. “You should—”
“I’m going to.” Cas told him softly. “Just as soon as I’m done here.”
“Good luck, Cas.”
“Thank you, Sam. I’m going to need it.”
And then he was gone again, leaving Sam to knock on Bobby’s door at eleven o’clock at night, no Impala in sight, when by all intents and purposes he should have been in Wyoming. He got a splash of Holy Water to the face for his troubles, and his entire explanation was “angels”, which just made Bobby snort—but at least he was let in the door in the end.
-- --
“Hello, Dean.”
Dean tensed up at the familiar voice and didn’t move for a moment. He had barely managed to right his chair and sit back down and now Cas was back again, and it threw his whole everything off-kilter. Finally, he lifted his eyes to look at the angel standing next to him. “Hey… Cas.” He replied hesitantly.
“I can… leave. If you want me to.” Cas offered softly.
Dean sighed and glanced away again before shaking his head. He lifted one leg to shove the chair opposite his out from the table a bit with his foot. “No, I—it’s fine. Sit.”
Cas took the olive branch and pulled the chair out the rest of the way, sitting down, his every movement careful, as if Dean might spook if he moved too fast or too suddenly. As if he might snap, which he had every right to do, really, despite the headway they’d briefly made with Cas helping him with his nightmares. Once he was seated, Cas looked down at his lap for a long moment before finally speaking up again; “I’m… sorry, Dean. I’m sorry things are so broken between us. I never meant for any of this. And it’s…” Shaking his head, he added; “I’d hoped the other night might help, some, but you barely even remember it…”
When he trailed off, Dean glanced up at him slightly, then away again, the two of them both avoiding eye contact, now. “I’m sorry, too.” He replied after a long silence, then just shoved out of his seat and made his way over to his bed, where he flopped down and curled up on his side. At first Cas assumed that he was just trying to put some more distance between them, but then Dean asked, “are you coming, or…?”
Surprised, Cas blinked, then hesitated before getting up and crossing the room, toeing his shoes off and then crawling onto the mattress behind Dean, settling on his side facing Dean’s back. After a brief moment, he lifted one hand to rest by Dean’s hip, and Dean allowed it without complaint. The two of them were silent for a long time, just laying together, breathing together, before Cas finally spoke up:
“Have there been others, while I was gone?” He asked softly. He knew the answer to that question already, he had seen it, but it would be different actually hearing it from Dean’s mouth.
Dean frowned, though his back was still to Cas so Cas couldn’t see it. He shifted slightly. “Cas, I—damnit, of course there have been. You were gone for seven years, and I—I thought you were gone for good, that—that you died or—or something worse—and was I supposed to just stay celibate all that time?”
“Of course not.” Cas assured him, voice still quiet. Then he asked gently, “did any of them matter?”
Dean hesitated at that, one hand coming up, fingers touching along the back of Cas’s hand absently. “One.” He admitted, finally, “her name was Cassie, and trust me, I get the irony in that. Cassie’s the first person that I really loved after you. The only one. But still not—not the way I loved you. Nothing could compare to how I loved you. Anyway, it didn’t last.”
“You deserve love, Dean. I’m glad that you found her, even if only for a while.”
There was a long silence after that, Dean stewing over everything in his head and Cas giving him the space and silence to do so. This thing between them was… almost new, again. Raw and painful, particularly for Dean. Especially after what had happened the week before, the last time they had been alone together. Cas didn’t want to push too hard and possibly break it, or him, again.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Dean said finally, voice coming out gruff, “I’m glad you’re not dead. I was so afraid you were dead, but… you were just upstairs this whole time? You keep saying you couldn’t leave, but why couldn’t you come see me? Why couldn’t you tell me?”
“I wanted to,” Cas admitted, “all this time, I wanted to go to you so badly. But they wouldn’t let me. I was forbidden contact with you until…” Trailing off a little, he slid his hand to rub by Dean’s shoulder where his own handprint was branded into Dean’s flesh, “until I was ordered to pull you out.”
“You’ve never really been one to break the rules all that much,” Dean admitted softly.
“Especially when they’re handed down by God Himself.” Cas added.
“I get your point. Doesn’t make this any easier to swallow.”
“I know, Dean. I’m sorry.”
Finally, finally, Dean shifted, rolling over to face Cas. He looked at the angel quietly for a moment before offering; “you do look good, Cas.”
Cas gave a little smile, “so do you, Dean. For someone who just escaped Hell.”
“Don’t remind me,” Dean muttered. He lifted one hand to tug at the lapel on Cas’s trench coat and he made a soft, almost amused noise. “With the trench coat. You’re an angel now, you couldn’t find anything better?”
“I was wearing it when I was Called back to Heaven.” Cas explained, and a hand came up to cup Dean’s jaw gently, thumb running along his stubbled cheek. He added, “besides, I told you before, years ago, that I like it. So, when I changed the rest of my clothes, after I returned to Heaven, closer to their dress code, I kept my trench coat. For sentimental reasons. I’m still wearing my bracelet from Charlie, too.”
“I saw that, yeah.” Green eyes flitted down to his own wrist, where he had worn the leather cuff for so many years.
Cas followed his gaze, lips quirking just slightly. “You’re not wearing your cuff anymore. Did it finally break?”
“No. I…” Dean trailed off, avoiding Cas’s eyes, before trying again, “I took it off, a couple of years after you vanished. It was… it was painful. To wear it and think of you every time I saw it.” He admitted softly, looking almost ashamed, “I still have it, though, I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away. I just… haven’t worn it in a really long time.”
Sadness flitted across Cas’s face. He had already known all of that, but this conversation was important. He sighed softly, resisting the urge to pull Dean into his arms. He didn’t think they were there yet; despite the fact they had already had sex a little over a week before. “I’m so sorry, Dean. That I put you through that. It wasn’t intentional, I had no choice, but… you suffered because of me. And I never wanted that. I only ever wanted you to be happy.”
And Dean knew that, really, deep down inside himself. He knew Cas hadn’t abandoned him on purpose, hadn’t left him willingly. But that didn’t make it any easier to swallow. He was still wrestling with the fact that Cas was back after so very long—and not only that, that he wasn’t human as he had appeared to be for all the years Dean had known him before.
He was a freaking angel, and angels existed, and it was a lot to take. But speaking of angels…
“Hey,” Dean said, changing the subject entirely, much to his own private relief, “that… ringing in your ears. Was that…?”
Cas quirked a smile again. “It really was angels talking,” He informed Dean, “when I hit my head during the jorogumo Hunt it knocked something loose… or maybe back into place. I started hearing the other angels talking to each other. Not tinnitus, like the doctors said. More like Angel Radio, as my Father called it.”
“You were an angel all along.”
“So it would seem.”
“Tell me about it, Cas. Tell me about you.”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yeah, I really do.”
Cas sighed and shifted slightly, pausing to think. “I’m countless eras old, and I’ve had many true forms. I’ve been around since the dawn of time, pretty much. Since before the Earth was even born. I was a warrior for God through it all. I fought and then commanded in his armies.” And ah, that explained the slightly hardened look in his eyes, now, Dean thought. Cas continued; “then, twenty-five years ago, I was ordered to come to Earth, but my True Vessel at the time, Jimmy Novak, was only a small child then. Five years old. He wasn’t ready. Being placed into an unready body was… traumatizing. My Grace was supressed. I lost my memories. I was… trapped, I guess, in this body. For lack of a better term.” He shrugged a little, “so I was placed with my Father, and he raised me into adulthood. I lived a normal, human life. I moved around a lot. Eventually I met you.”
He paused there with a fond little smile, “I fell in love, the way humans fall in love. So totally and completely. You were my everything. I would have given anything, everything for you, to you… I still would. But… when my Vessel was twenty-three, my body became ready and my Grace reawakened, and I was Called back to Heaven to Serve again. But you already know that part.” Cas hummed to himself before continuing; “loving you… it changed me, as a person. As an angel. I’m not the same Castiel that I was before my time on Earth. Before my time with you.”
“Loving you changed me, too.” Dean agreed, but then frowned, obviously bothered by something, and asked, “why were you ordered to come to Earth if your Vessel wasn’t ready?”
“I don’t know.” Cas told him truthfully, “I don’t question when orders are given to me from Heaven, from God.”
“Maybe you should.”
“Did you question your father when he gave you orders?”
“That’s different, I…” Dean started—then trailed off because it really wasn’t all that different, after all, when he thought about it. He glanced down—and finally lifted one hand up to touch against Cas’s chest, just tentatively at first, and then harder, until his palm was pressed there firmly, feeling the angel’s heart beating under it, reassuring. Or, his Vessel’s heart, anyway. Either way, it was Cas. “I really thought you were dead, Cas.”
“I’m sorry, Dean. I never meant for any of this. And the last thing I wanted was to leave you.” Then, softly, “I loved you, Dean. With my entire being, with everything I had. I still do. I always have. I always will.”
“I…” Dean had already told Cas he still loved him, days ago, but it had been shouted in anger and frustration. Now he hesitated again. After a moment he flashed a little, fleeting smile and just offered, “same.” Then he adjusted, ever so slowly and carefully, to tuck himself against Cas’s chest, letting Cas wrap his arms around him delicately. “I really thought you were dead.” He repeated after a moment, head tucked under Cas’s chin, forehead pressed by his clavicle and voice slightly muffled. “I thought you were dead and I just… I died inside.”
“I saw. I watched you search and suffer. I suffered along with you.” Cas was speaking softly, afraid of breaking whatever spell had come over them. The sudden peace. “I cried for you countless times.”
“It just… became all about the Hunting. After I gave up searching for you.” Dean continued, and Cas fell silent again, “just Hunt after Hunt after Hunt, never ending, and the pointless sex, the booze, the loose women. Anything to forget about you. Until Cassie. And even that didn’t last. But no other men, I couldn’t…” Trailing off, he took a bit of a breath and swallowed slightly. “Then there was Yellow Eyes, and Dad dying… saving Sammy, bartering my soul. And forty years in Hell.” A weak chuckle, “turns out it was only four months of Earth time. And you—”
“I was the angel tasked with leading the army into Hell and rescuing you.” Cas agreed quietly. “And I think we both know why.”
“We do?”
“I would move Heaven and Earth for you, Dean. I would have done anything to pull you out of Hell. I would have sacrificed everything. You didn’t belong there. And my superiors knew all of that.”
“I’ve done bad things, Cas.”
“I know. So have I. Everyone has. That doesn’t mean you should be damned to an eternity in Hell.” Cas ducked his head to press a gentle kiss against Dean’s hair and murmured something he had told Dean countless times in their past together; “you are a good man, Dean Winchester.”
“I guess that should mean something, coming from an angel, huh?”
“Coming from me.”
Dean was quiet for a while, then, just absorbing that much of their conversation and feeling Cas’s chest rising and falling under where his head was pressed. They weren’t there yet, they had a long way to go, but this was a step up from the angry sex from before. It felt… honest. Real. It helped to soothe a part of Dean that had been raw and wounded for years.
For now, this was alright, though. They could take their time while Dean attempted to work his head around the fact that Cas was back—and wasn’t exactly human. He knew Cas wanted nothing more than to fall back into the way things had been before—his feelings for Dean had clearly not changed an iota in all their time apart—but for Dean it was more complicated. Cas had been able to watch over him, all those years, but to Dean, Cas had simply been dead and gone. It was hard to swallow that he had actually been there invisibly riding shotgun all along.
Dean pressed his forehead a little harder into Cas’s chest and in response Cas tightened his arms around Dean, just the slightest bit. “This is a lot, Cas.” Dean said finally, after a long silence, “coming back from Hell, and you coming back from the dead, and… just. Everything.”
“I know.” Cas replied, tone soothing, and rubbed one hand against Dean’s back gently. “We can take things as slow as you need us to.”
“We already screwed, Cas, that’s not exactly taking it slow.”
“Mm, but I mean from now on. Now that you seem more… settled. We’ll start out from the beginning, if you want, like we’re just starting to date again. Does that make sense?”
Dean actually laughed, just a little. “Making out under the school bleachers?”
That made Cas smile. “Well… maybe not that far back, exactly. But you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I do.” Dean eased back a bit, lifting his head up to look at Cas again, his gaze mostly unreadable, but scrutinizing. Finally, he hesitated, then leaned in to kiss the angel, just lightly—then a little harder before pulling back again. “You know I still… I still… I never stopped…”
Cas hushed him with another gentle kiss. “I love you, too, Dean.”
Dean didn’t say it back, not in those words, but Cas didn’t need him to.
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lutawolf · 2 years ago
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Between Us Episode 10 Commentary and Review
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We start this episode where we left off. Them asleep in the hotel room. Team's mom calls and Win answers. Look how fucking thrilled he is that Team's mom knows who he is. But I got to tell you, as a parent, if someone else answered my kid's phone like that. I would know. Why you ask? Because if I haven't met the friend, yet, then they aren't solid enough for that friend to answer the phone. Nope, I'm not joking. So if I haven't met them, and they're picking up the phone, that signifies that they are too important to just introduce to me normal like.
The fake sleep! How cute! And the head kiss. How adorable. These two are so sweet, they make me want to scream.
I love the up and down look that Team gives. HAHA. "Let's go, rich boy."
The parent meet. Notice that Team introduced Win to his parents as Hia Win. Not my senior at the club, not my friend. Basic Hia Win. Personally, I feel this says a lot. He says Team is a little bit difficult. Love it. Win isn't gonna lie to the parents. Then Team being like, I'm not going to serve you. Then he services him more food, lol. Anybody noticed that the parents aren't asking Win about who Team is dating??? Just if he is naughty.
The hugs and bye bye moment really feels couplish. The way they are saying bye, the mom and dad. It just feels like a couple. Then of course Win is going to drive. The parents have to notice that. Oh, Oh, Oh and they do!!! I called it!!!
Win is looking rough, did he catch a cold from driving through the rain? He asks Team about if he is feeling better, and Team has the "I don't wanna talk about it" game face on. You can tell Team is an only kid that he didn't catch that Win was sick sooner. Come on, Team, this is Win we are talking about. He might as well be the oldest. He takes care of others, not the other way around. That's right, put his ass to bed.
When did he become Winnnn online? Wasn't it Winnie the Pooh?
Team caring for his Hia. Aww... Cuddle bugs.
And Dean totally outed them in an, I'm a WinTeam shipper way. His smile says it all. 🤣🤣🤣 Can I just say that I've always liked Dean, but I love the clear view of Dean and Win's friendship in this series. And the sub trio digs in. OMG!!! I love how he is opening up to the sub trio. He is really coming clean about his feelings. Hopefully it will jog things along. Awww, they are so fucking cute. This episode is so mushy.
I'm dying over the chips. The way Win is just watching him add them to his bag. Finally, that full on view of his WTF face. 🤣🤣🤣 "Win, go back to your room." "I'm running a low grade fever. No. Night." 🤣🤣🤣 Ahhh poor baby. All that talk about feelings got you scared.
Yes! Win drag him away like a caveman! 🤣🤣🤣 They are so clearly out in the open now. Ain't no hiding this shit. Like I said, ain't hiding shit. Pharm threatening to go tell Win in front of everyone, lol. Then Win just smiling at Team like he got nothing in his head. Call him out, Dean! He would you!
DEAN!!! When I said call him out, I meant Win not subby sub Team who doesn't seem shy but is! Somebody smack him. Oh lawd, we're skipping to the friend Steve. I'm telling you guys. Win knows.
This young child is so much like Team. ARE YOU STARTING TO GET IT DADDY. As a parent. I am truly annoyed with him. I would walk through a pit of fire to make sure my kids are going to be happy. I don't and can't make everything right for them, but I can set them up for a successful future where they are happy. What's the point of success if you aren't happy?
The ABC gang are hilarious! Yeah, Team maybe not act like you don't get yourself in to trouble with water. Huh. Ahh, there is the apology and then the good boy. Once again, Win is getting him used to that praise. They kiss!! Out in the open for all to see!!! Love it.
Two second. Two seconds. You say you aren't scared and two seconds later you're scared! You guys are killing me! Fuck. These guys communicate so well on a D/s level, but not on a relationship level. Like someone trying to go from the scene into a relationship.
They are idiots. Both of them. Lovable idiots, but uncommunicative idiots nonetheless.
The next episode looks promising. Hope you guys enjoyed this! 💜💜💜
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Oooo thank you! We’re spn mutuals so I’ll make these all spn related lol
S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)
Sam can’t taste cilantro. Poor bastard.
T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?
My longest running headcanons are both sastiel related 💕
I think Sam and Castiel have been in a situationship since about season 5? They have this weird on-n-off thing going on where they have sex during any downtime together but they don’t actually talk about what their relationship is despite them seeing each others assholes on a regular basis.
I also think that Sam does have some handprint markings from when Cas pulled him out of the cage but it’s on like his leg / thigh. (I’ve drawn this recently lol)
A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.
My ride or die is Sastiel obviously. I’ve liked this ship for about 10 years and I still like it now. I also enjoy Sam/Dean, Sam/Jody, Dean/Gabriel, Sam/Rowena, Meg/Cas, Dean/Benny and honestly most things that aren’t d*stiel cause some of the shippers are annoying. (Not all of them love you d*stiel mutuals )
I’m also really into the Reader/SPN fics. I live in the Sam/Reader tag on ao3 lol
R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?
It might be because I missed them as they were airing but I enjoy the parental drama going on in the later 3rd of spn. I like seeing Sam flip out in therapy because he thinks he’ll never be able to connect with Mary like Dean has. And the whole nature vs nurture thing with Dean, Jack, and Sam. (They could have been more subtle about showing us that but whatever) It’s nice to actually see these relationships form in real time instead of vague stories and flashbacks.
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carryoncastiel · 2 years ago
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SPNWIN 1x13 - Season 1 Finale Thoughts
I have avoided all spoilers, let's see how this goes!
Oh it starts with the flashback of John coming back from the army
He's just sitting there for hours apparently
"John Winchester?" HEY I KNOW THAT DEEP VOICE
John: "Sir, can I help you". He calls him sir! That must be so weird for Dean lol
OMG Dean looks like a sailor! He has a turtleneck!!!
…and he gives John the fated letter from Henry
BOBBY!?!?!?
"We're not supposed to meddle with things, idjit". Oh so it is heaven shenanigans?
I cannot deal with Dean wearing that outfit, it looks so very not him lol
"One last hunt, huh?" "One last hunt." hmmmmmmmmm
Oooh the title card is different. It gets sucked into some interdimensional thingy or something? Well, I like it.
Henry has a lead on "the guy", apparently some hunter named Joan saw him. And Mary doesn't wanna go to that one college. The future without hunting is scary.
John wears the bad red plaid!
If Mary leaves hunting, what does it mean for her and John's relationship? Will we ever find out
Carlos looking at that Dean pic again:"Whoever he is, he is ruggedly handsome" 😏 Everyone has the hots for Dean and who can blame them (gonna be awkward once they find out who he is though…)
So either Dean has to kill the Akrida (since he is "not of this earth") or Ada has to burn her soul with the crystal. Decisions, decisions.
Lata is gonna look for a way to save Ada's soul if she has to use the crystal. My girl is gonna find a way!
So Joan who knows about Dean is also dead(or whatever state they are in)? Or she is some other being. Interesting.
Wait, Joan threw Dean and the Impala through the Akrida portal??? And only John's journal is left? What's going on…
Joan is the queen ooooooh. Now it makes sense.
John, don't stop her monologue, I wanna know more about her being human once!
Joan: "Join me, OR DIE." Girl, that's no choice.
She does the finger snap and is gone. Interesting.
Y'all didn't know Lata is still in the clubhouse that just got raided by the Akrida? Bad oversight.
Lata actually attacking the queen with a knife, breaking her pacifist streak. Sadly it doesn't do anything.
Joan Hopkins lived in 1673, wanted out of hunting and that's why she turned on her own kind.
Joan: "I lost my parents, my brother, all my family to the cause. And then…I lost my William." ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT I SEE
So because there was always more to fight, always a new apokalypse and all, Joan decided mankind is the problem. Because they always need saving and hunters are the ones paying the price….. That's one way to look at it I guess.
The monster essence drove her mad. Don't pump yourself full of monster juice kids!
OH NO LEAVE LATA ALONE D:&lt;
Carlos having an amazing idea. Use the journal Dean left behind and the Osteum to get Dean back through the portal. Well let's go!
Poor Lata got posessed by the Akrida.
The Akrida were made by an "angry God" as a failsave to wipe out all existence. Yeah, that sounds like Chuck.
DO NOT THREATEN LATA I'M SERIOUS
Damn, Ada had to use the crystal to save Lata. I mean it was obviously gonna be used but still :(
They can only bring Dean back from the monster world at midnight. Of course.
John, are you really trying to get Mary to stay behind because whoever is gonna face the queen is probably not gonna come back? My dude, this never works.
John:"If we save the world then you're free." Such a meaningful line for this franchise…
So Mary actually does stay behind. Oh well
THEY HAVE SWORDS. SPN definitely needed more hunters using swords!
OH SHIT THE QUEEN ALSO HAS A SWORD. And the Akrida too. So many swords!!!
They really got the Impala through the portal! …but no Dean apparently. Eh, whatever we got the car that is also not of this earth. Vroom vroom bitches
Joan says she wiped out all the MOL. Wait a minute…
BABY TO THE RESCUE. Run her over
…But the Queen opens the portal just in time for Mary to drive the Impala through. Oh nooo
John falling to his knees. I'm sorry I'm getting destiel flashbacks again.
…of course the portal opens up again and Baby comes back. But now with a suspicious figure driving. WHO COULD IT BE
Oh hey Dean. Mary isn't back though. Hmm
No, she was in the Impala for the dramatic reveal. Okay okay.
Dean: "She[Baby] kept us save. Of course, there's not a lot that can tear me apart. I'm already dead" DUN DUN DUN
Dean was stuck in the world between worlds. Like Limbo you mean
NOT AMERICANA *sobs*
Dean was going for a drive in heaven, with a detour through the ~multiverse~. But what was he looking for?
"I was looking for my family." Yeah, we all were during that terrible excuse of a series finale…
"See, I come from a long line of hunters.I guess I was hoping somewhere out there was a earth, that has a version where my family had a shot at a happy ending." So here we have it. That ending was not a happy ending and Dean is looking for a better one.
So the Akrida were one of Chuck's last creations. Shocker.
Dean: "Now that the Akrida are gone, you can chose your own destiny. Write your own story". I wanna see that CW, give me season 2!!!
JACK!!!! OMG IT'S JACK. And Bobby again too.
Bobby: "This is all kinds of weird. Seeing Samuel witha full set of hair" LMAO
Dean is all "Sorry Jack I meddled with world. Guess I don't deserve heaven. I'm definitely not saying you should put me back on earth" lol
So Dean is gonna give other world John his own hunter's journal. THEY CAN USE THAT IN SEASON 2
Dean to Mary: " I know you think about quitting hunting. Believe me I understand. But you need to do me one favor. Keep an eye out for a yellow eyed demon" DEAN JACK SAID NO MEDDLING
He gives her The Colt!?!??! DUDE
Mary: "Your family…did you ever find a world where they had a shot at a happy ending?"
Dean looking at all of them "I think I did."
James Heffield(Hepfield? Jensen stop mumbling!). Is this some significant kind of name Dean is using?
And they are gone. Maybe we'll see them again…
Lata did find a way to restore Ada's soul. The mighty LORE strikes again.
Mary saw every possible version of herself going through the portal but she's gonna find her own path.
John: "Do me a favor?" "Anything." "No Goodbyes"
But one last kiss
John is all sad while the others talk about the next case. But look, Mary is "not leaving here without you" (sorry). She wants John to come with her. ROADTRIP
They are in the car and want some music.
Hepfield was adamant on one thing "Driver picks the music…" Ah the famous line
That was it. Finale of season 1. I really hope we get a second season! I don't want to lose these characters yet :( I'm not entirely sure what to make of the whole Dean bit. On the one hand they did give me "the finale was not a happy ending" but then it's all about blood family again and not even a tiny, subtle mention of anything Cas related. I don't want to be too disappointed, since they gave us destiel parallels again but man I just miss Cas :((( I have to think about it more.
Bonus:
Bobby's face is my face when i saw Dean in that outfit. It weird lmao
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im #live laugh loving these poor ratings but isn't the concern that after all the hubbub over D "returning" that there will be a spike next week? Or (which would be SO funny) will AAs and dean stans not show up lol
There might be an increase, but it doubt it will be significant. The Jensen fans who are already watching only do so for Dean and any new viewer isn't going to care who he is.
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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years ago
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77 Thoughts While Rewatching Supernatural 11x04: Baby
Let’s gooooooo!
1. There are, thankfully, behind the scenes photos of Jensen in those shorts. But we were robbed of Dean in his “It’s a free bunker” daisy dukes.
2. But the conceit of this episode is so great. I remember watching it for the first time and being floored and how personal it felt.
3.And the little details we see in the car that we know are there. The army man. The initials and the leggos. Just. Ugh. The great thing about having a show run this long is that there’s so much history to draw from.
4. Guitar Man playin.
5. I love that Sam just pitches in with washing Baby. Like it’s a normal thing they do together. Maybe Cas helps sometimes too.
6. And the transition from Dean spraying down the car to the rain. So good. Dangit.
7. It’s 21 hours from Lebanon, Kansas to Oregon. I always forget how long the distances they go are, because the show condenses the drives. But holy fuck that is so long.
8. LOL Sam and his smoothies. “Where’s the rest of the beer?!” Hahahaha it’s such a typical little brother move, and even Sam’s face reads “oh shit big brother mad.”
9. I love how protective they are of Cas. They really do both love him. They want him to heal.
10. Cas just cruising through Netflix. You know that at some point Dean snuck into Sam’s room and fucked with his Netflix algorithm.
11. I love this scene at the Roadhouse. “Actually she never texted me back.” For as handsome and adorable as Dean is, he’s still such a doof, and you know what? Sometimes potential romantic interests just ghost him.
12. The time lapse here is brilliant. It keeps us in the car, but also, like... we don’t need to see them hookin’ up. That’s personal.
13. “Mistakes were made. Mhm.”
14. HOW DID SAM FIT IN THE BACK SEAT WITH THAT WOMAN?! HE IS SO TALL! SHE DOES NOT LOOK SHORT! WHAT THE FUCK IS THE IMPALA A SEX TARDIS?
15. “Don’t Night Moves me.” I love this part. And! Night Moves appears in two of my favorite shows: This, and The OC.
16. And any time we get to hear Dean sing is a great time. He CAN sing. He pretends he can’t for various reasons, but he so can.
17. The montage is great, too, of them in the car. Just livin.
18. Again, having such a long run means we get to see these life moments that are just wonderful. Between the blood and the tragedy. They eat burgers in teh car and sing songs. They drive. 
19. “We got tonight, who needs tomorrow?” I feel like Dean would make a great D and D bard, you know?
20. And this conversation they have about that Apple Pie life is good, too. That Sam would still like it. That’s Dean’s...just not sure it’s for him. He tried it once, and it blew up in his face. Add to that that he has Cas now. So...
21. I need to talk to you about this Judy Collins song. It was, according to Dream!John, one of Mary’s favorite songs, and it just...feels right. One of the only things that bummed me out about The Winchesters was that we didn’t get a callback to this song in the show.
“I would follow him right down The toughest road I know  Someday soon Goin’ with him someday”
22. It’s such a great departure from the harder classic rock that winds up in the show as being very much John’s music. We get something softer that’s Mary’s. Something that maybe the boys took comfort in when their father would put it on, knowing it was something she loved.
23. ROBBIE JUDY COLLINS CALLBACK WHEN! ROBBIE! ROBBIE PLEASE!
24. But also Matt Cohen really is amazing as a younger John Winchester. He really channels Jeffrey Dean Morgan in a tender way here. I love it.
25. Sam’s face. He’s so freaked out. Like.
26. Hey season 11! Before Jared stopped trying and started phoning it in! We love to see it.
27. “When has death ever stopped a Winchester.” oh John. You have no idea.
28. “You played your part.” Poor Sam. John was so checked out. The level of neglect both Sam and Dean suffered is really extreme.
29.The lack of music here with just the sounds of the road and the car is really great here. So tense.
30. Another great conversation between these two. I think because Dean is such a goof sometimes, it’s easy to discount his big brotherness. Sam is constantly playing the straight man. Here, we get to see Dean do some big time big brothering.
31. I love the lighting, here too. It would be easy to have it be super dark, but it’s great that they use street lights to illuminate everything.
32. LOL Dean and Sam keeping secrets. after a while, that was kind of the whole show, wasn’t it? Just Dean and Sam not telling each other shit and hurting each other like dummies.
33. “I read.” HE DOES! Way back in season 4, Sam found a Vonnegut in his bag.
34. There’s a SPN official novel called Nevermore where Dean does not know who Edgar Allen Poe is, and upon reading that I was so much, I never tried to read it again. Fuck you, Dean knows his lit. He plays dumb, he’s not actually dumb.
35. Dean’s dream about John hits me hard now, after The Winchesters season 1 finale, because in that universe that Dean futzed with? That dream could now be a reality.
36. “Perfect landing, Son.”
37. Sam dreaming about Mary is a whole thing, too. Of that person he can’t remember. Ouch.
38. That overhead shot of them is so great. Love it.
39. Werepire! oh Dean.
40. Meatman cometh.
41. The minor freakout over valet parking lol.
42. But with good reason.
43. But also girl me too. Let’s be real, who wouldn’t? It’s a great car. And this is a great moment.
44. She was definitely doing donuts. I love it.
45. Dean would shit himself if he knew.
46. This entire scene is so good. But also, I love Dean and Cas here.
47. LOL step away from the Netflix.
48. Dean, stop trying to make fetch happen, bud.
49. Poor Cas, talking to himself, thinking he’s helping. But again, it keeps us in the car.
50. But this whole scene is so great.
51. Poor Dean missed him saying werepire.
52. I love this fight scene so much. It’s played for laughs and it works so well. It is so gory.
53. “It turns out I did shoot the deputy.” I need you to know that I SCREAMED when he said this, because it’s an add-on from a joke made in SEASON 3. 3! THEY WRAPPED THAT JOKE EIGHT YEARS LATER! Again, it’s the benefits of a show that goes this long.
54. Poor Cas. Just...having to sit on the phone while carnage happens on the other end.
55. The windshield wiper. Dean is so unfazed.
56. Poor cooler. It went from beer and smoothies to a monster head.
57. Again, Dean is so not bothered by any of this. It’s just another day, and it makes it so much funnier. Like he knows it’s gross, but like. It’s just another workday.
58. I’m not sure about these extreme closeups. It’s a lot.
59. “What bench?” oh Cas. <3
60. Sam getting distracted with the fiirty and Dean getting jumped. Again.
61. HEAD IN A BOX.
62. They just left that head in the backseat with a woman he thought was like a full blown human. Because they’re that desensitized. Head in a box. “Yeah? And?”
63. “You do anything for your family.” Oh boy.
64. Sam just not noticing a damn thing.
65. Dean face down in the back seat, sees the Hello Kitty bag: “How did...I don’t wanna know.”
66. The monsters are scared.
67. Dean’s in a tough spot here, and he’s just rolling his eyes at this monster monologueing. It’s part “Are you fucking kidding me with this shit? I can’t believe I let this happen, why am I so dumb?” and part “Bitch do you know what I am? Get wrecked.”
68. Poor Baby. God she is beat up.
69. this inside/outside the car fight is great too. I love that we don’t need to see like a big full fight scene. It’s so cramped and so cool.
70. Fucking decapitated with the car door that is fucking brutal.
71. “Oh baby I’m so sorry.” Yeah dude your car is fucked.
72. Both Dean and Baby. So fucked up.
73. Jensen learned that car move on his lunch break. Talented bastard.
74. Sam also looking messed up.
75. “Would you mind starting tomorrow?” Oh Sam.
76. And we end on Night Moves as the boys and Baby limp on home.
77. Truly, one of my all time favorite episodes of this show. Shot so cleverly, with great character moments and glimpse at what’s going on with the larger season-long plot. Love it.
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vanguard-hunter-cayde · 3 months ago
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Dean winchester fluff
(dean hitting his Impala for reference)
Pairing: dean winchester x fem!reader
Category: Hurt/comfort, fluff, death comfort
Warnings: none
Content: you found out your daily member died to a demon and you couldnt take it anymore so you took your anger out on your car that you loved to bits.
[This ones been hiding in my Google docs lol]
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“Woah sam.. Calm down bubba what happened??”
“This stupid fucking-” you huffed pulling yourself out from underneath your car. You were trying to fix her after an accidental crash.
you smile remembering sams call about your poor baby akandra a 1969 dodge charger, you and your fathers prized possession. “y/n im so sorry! I - she- she came out of no where, fuck im so sorry!”
“I was driving because dean was asleep and i crashed aka, this ghost woman came out of no where, im so sorry!!”
The memory is bitter sweet now that you have to fix your car alone. Tears started streaming down your face as you remembered your father, a kind sweet old hunter that adored the winchesters. The yellow eyed demon went after him and killed him mercilessly. you stare at the crowbar in your hand, and smashed a window to a car behind you, before slamming it repeatedly against aka’s trunk, guttural screams escaping your body, dean coming out just in time to see whats happening and the pain in your body movements, “i didnt even get to say good bye you fucking monster” you screamed slamming the crow bar harder, your hands sore and tired. Dean came up behind you wrapping his arms around you, making you drop the crow bar before you could swing again and breaking down in his arms.
“Its okay! I promise, ill fix her, she's just a car, im not mad i'm just glad you two are okay”
"just- just a car?! Y/N she's all you have left of your dad!"
I giggled, "I know, but you and Dean are more important, I can fix the car, or I can retire her, I can't do that with you and Dean"
“Hey baby, breathe honey, im right here.. I'm right here”
You were inconsolable, crying and yelling, the pain just hitting you like a train. Sam and bobby came outside hearing the commotion seeing your car smashed and you crying. They watched in sorrow, dean finally calming you down, you flipped your body to hug him fully instead of him hugging you from behind.
"what happened sweetheart?"
"I couldn't get a bolt loose.. and usually my d- m-my d-dad helps me, and I just.. spiraled.. and I didn't get... I didn't get to say goodbye .. and now he's not here to help me.."
"Oh honey.." dean hugged you, squeezing you into him. Trying to regulate your nerves and emotions.
Dean let go of you shortly after, "you okay sweetheart?"
You nodded at him. He kissed your temple and picked up a ratchet.
"let's fix aka, yeah?"
You picked up a wrench too and got to work.
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sockich · 4 years ago
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Simon was kissing Patrick. They were still holding hands, but they were closer together now, their bodies pressed tight, like they were trying to make up for lost time. Dianda was beside them, one hand resting on either man’s shoulder, keeping their circle complete. Dean and Quentin had moved a little way down the beach, heads together, talking quietly. Dean still looked uncomfortable, but I suppose “hey, kiddo we want to open our marriage and include the man who just turned you into a tree” was a little awkward for everyone.
A Killing Frost (October Daye #14) by Seanan McGuire
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fumiko-matsubara · 3 years ago
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Rules against Class E students don't work for the most part - A fairly detailed analysis
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So to start this off, let's list out all the cons the kids got for dropping to Class 3-E.
Fairly poor learning environment: old wooden building with no air conditioning and heater for summer and winter season accommodations, located at a mountain top, likely with poor transmissions.
This is fairly bad itself if you look at it in a third party perspective. However, it was never specified in the school rules against 3E students modifying the building themselves in accordance to their comfort.
And as I have stated in the first chapter of my fanfic TARGET ON, although through the perspective of our queen Miki herself:
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In the Gakuhou episode, we've literally seen Class E repairing the partially wrecked school building by themselves, and Gakuhou just let them be. I bet he wouldn't even blink an eye if the kids had installed an air conditioner or heater in their classroom, using their own money. (Karasuma's initial proposal to do the same was rejected because the cost would then be covered by the government).
And with the way the current generation of 3E students are, learning in an old wooden building is the least of their concerns... well, except for the lack of air conditioning and heater, that is, as well as the 1 km distance towards the main building when attending monthly school assemblies during lunch break.
Discrimination - considering this whole thing being like the "worst" that could happen to a 3E student is a tad bit confusing.
Our lovely @/blazardragon had translated this part of the character book, where it specified that majority of the shit-talking 3E students have been receiving are from Class 3-D students, which we have seen plenty of times in the manga.
And it's a fairly realistic scenario, actually. Non geniuses 3A kids are way too busy with keeping up with their studies (aka attending cram school and such) to even waste their time on mocking an irrelevant class.
3B students are booked and busy, maintaining their grades while making sure they're at their best conditions when doing their club activities. Like the sport aces are mostly in that class and as we've seen in the interaction Sugino had with his former baseball teammates, they didn't even bother with talking shit to them lol.
And I highkey feel like that 3C students would tend to forget that they even have the power to discriminate against 3E students however they like. Most likely because they're just... a normal class. Not too high and not too low, just vibing comfortably in the middle. Being in a class like that would reasonably make one forget that there was even a harsh system in that school. For proof, we have the retaliation chapter, where Kaho belatedly realizes that she can actually put the whole blame towards Maehara without being questioned because he's just a mere scummish 3E student.
And as for Class 3-D students:
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Pretty much self-explanatory now, is it?
Aside from the monthly assemblies in which of course everyone would shit on the kids as the dean was literally prompting them to do so, on a usual day, it's just the same 40 students with recycled comments 😭 Actually, maybe not all 40 3-D students. Some reasonable kids could just not bother to specifically approach a 3E kid to talk shit about them.
So unless one is a sensitive soul that gets affected by every damn negative thing said about them, regardless if it's the same old tauntings, I don't think the current generation of 3E students would care so much about the discrimination they faced in school if we're being honest here.
The so-called hierarchy between Class E and the other 3rd years - in which, based on my understanding from Gakuho's brief explanation of the concept, is when 3E students could never talk over any main building student.
Which, let's be real here, is a completely useless rule since 3E students are literally located a whole kilometer away from the main building 3rd years and are never allowed to stay within the main campus, except for the mandatory school assemblies... that occurs monthly.
"But they could still encounter each other whenever they enter/exit the school and outside of the school campus."
You think that the 3E kids wouldn't make the effort to avoid them when they go through the gates, now? Or that they don't make sure they wouldn't encounter any main building student off campus??
Of course they would lol. Who would wanna let themselves be ridiculed on public?? 😂
What happened in the retaliation chapter was just stupidity on Maehara's part lol. He literally called Seo an idiot, the very virtuoso from Class A with anger issues, so what else does he expect?? He dated a bunch of girls after Kaho too, so why the hell did he willingly choose to come back to her life, knowing he's a Class E student with little to no rights against a student from a much higher class?? His choice hence his fault.
3E Students are forbidden to participate in school club activities - another loophole found in this 3E policy lol.
As revealed in the baseball arc, despite being kicked out of the school baseball team, Sugino was still able to join a local baseball team in their town without actually violating the school rule. Then the same would go for the other 3E kids who got kicked out of their old clubs, especially for the athletes who can just easily join a local team.
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Like it was Gakuhou, of all people, who revealed that information and even commended Sugino for working hard despite his disadvantages.
When I tell you that this man DOES NOT CARE about people finding loopholes in his system 😭
Students who are still in 3-E by the end of the 2nd semester will not be permitted to graduate - basically when a 3E student have been failing to rank within the Top 50 until December. Their last chance to rank was the 2nd semester final exams, in which had they succeeded in ranking high, they are allowed to transfer back to their old class and then spend the remaining school year only preparing for their high school entrance exams.
To be honest, this is the only 3E con that is actually a con of being a 3E student.
But then again, our current generation of 3E students pulled a 180° and managed to all rank within the top 50, decided to stay in Class E, and still graduate along with the other 3rd years.
And as for the previous generations of 3E students, maybe not all, but some of them could have just easily brushed off not graduating from Kunugigaoka, transfer to a more normal junior high, and graduate there instead.
Failing to graduate, regardless of what school one is from, could be very hard for a lot of students. But at the same time, there are also students who don't make a big deal out of not graduating, especially from a very academically challenging prestigious school like Kunugigaoka.
So what do we get from this section? The disadvantages of being a Class 3-E student aren't really a disadvantage with the amount of loopholes you can find in the implemented rules.
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itsgettingcrazieroutthere · 3 years ago
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Ignore me im venting lol
So season 11 actually had potential with Casifer you know like we could've had Sam unwilling and actually disgusted to be in the same room as Castiel after Lucifer leaves his body and obviously both Dean and Cas would be like "dude what's up you leave everytime cas comes in" and Sam makes up a piss poor excuse BUT DO YOU SEE WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS??? Like?? I'm talking legit hardcore trauma here! Sam shutting down, falling deep in this dark hole because that's his friend's body but Lucifer wore it. That's his friend's body and Lucifer took that- just like he did with his body, his favourite singer's body and now his friend's. I'm talking bodily autonomy, I'm talking trauma and I'm talking too much I'll shut up now :)
Nooooo, I'll never ignore you venting, I'll join you :D HAHAHA
Your mind... It amazes me 🤯
I completely agree with you! I mean, Casifer is shit. But, since it's shit that we can't change, the very least they could do with it is to explore the other characters' reactions. Especially Sam's. 
They barely mentioned the fact that, by saying yes to Lucifer, Castiel betrayed Sam and Dean almost as deeply as when he broke Sam's wall and in a weirdly similar way: by refusing to see Sam as an human, as his friend, and putting him in danger/hurting him/disregarding him for his greater goal. Because, let's be real, Castiel said yes to Lucifer to feel useful.
So yesssssss, I'd LOVE to see Sam's reaction to that. Sam's reaction to someone that he considered a friend, that he considered family, saying yes to Lucifer, the one Sam both hates, knows and is completely terrified of the most. The one Sam sacrificed everything to put back in the cage: his body, his soul, his sanity, his life. The one that spent only-God-knows-how-many-years torturing him in the cage. The one that literally drove Sam crazy (and Castiel knew it, Castiel felt it too. Not like Sam, never like Sam. But, if there was anyone else in the world that knew a little bit about what Sam went through in the cage, it would be Cas and that alone was enough to drive him crazy too). The one that tricked Sam again, that used Sam's faith against him in order to take away his bodily autonomy, as you said, again. 
Instead of the whole AWFUL Nick's storyline of S14 (erasing the ridiculous serial killer thing) (up there with Casifer in the most awful plots of SPN for me), they could have explored it with Cas. We already cared (or we were supposed to care, at least) about Castiel. He was possessed by Lucifer. One of the things he did was hurting Sam. He said yes to Lucifer with "good intentions". This wouldn't be anywhere as superficial nor as messy (and painful) as Nick's storyline!!
And you basically described everything I could ever want (your mind... *chef's kiss* hahaha): Sam being unable to face Castiel, to even be near Castiel. Sam leaving the room when Castiel arrives. Sam trying to conciliate the fact that Cas is his friend, but he was also Lucifer, for a little while. And Sam took so long to realize that! He felt Cas was a little weird, but he was so deep in denial that he didn't realize that he was actually Lucifer (Sam should know, no one knows Lucifer like Sam does) until he was literally soulfisting Sam. Could Lucifer possess Cas again? Would Cas let him in again? What if Lucifer targeted someone else that was close to Sam?? (I mean, he does love to possess people Sam likes...) Sam couldn't take it.
It was the perfect opportunity to explore Sam's traumas and they wasted it.
Also, like you said, I'd also die to see Dean and Cas being confused about it. They don't understand what Casifer meant to Sam. How could they? The only people in the world that really understood it were Sam and Lucifer. How would they realize that Sam was completely traumatized because of it (too)? Would they even get it? How long would it take? What would be needed to make them realize it? How would Dean react to that? How would Cas realize that what he did was the most horrible betrayal in Sam's eyes (and wasn't that funny? Cas broke Sam's wall and Sam forgave him, but Casifer, the one thing Cas did to try to help, was the last straw)? I think Dean would realize it first. But then, how would he react to Cas? So many possibilities!!
Aaaa, don't worry, you're not talking to much (*looking at the length of my answer* 😅) and I loved this ask very much <3 I literally spent ten minutes reading it over and over again and sighing happily, because this was something that I desperately wanted and didn't even realize it!! 
Thank you for the ask <3<3<3
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trsf-theblog · 1 year ago
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GUYS GUYS GUYS. Lyeundu made fanart of the boys in Gabriel's first game XD THey look great!! Sam is so beautifully feminine, I love it so much, LOL Dean would have a blast making fun of our poor boy. This is phenomonal, thank you for sharing, Lyeundu! :D :D :D
Post Coming Soon!
I owe you all a post this weekend, and while it is behind schedule (I usually post Sat night), it will be up tonight. I am in Las Vegas for a whirlwind birthday weekend, but heading home today. I will get the chapter up tonight, once I get home and have a moment to edit and organize 😊
Cheers,
Silence
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ghost-go-roasty-mctoasty · 4 years ago
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*Cass dies*
Dean: "whoops there he goes. Oh well. Quick quick let's burn his body I don't have all day. K cool. Sammy want beer?"
*Sam dies*
Dean: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DOES ANYONE WANT MY SOUL? ONE SOUL FOR SALE!! AAAAAAAAAA NOONE? ALRIGHT FINE I GUESS I HAVE TO KILL MYSELF!
*cass dealing with "hallucifer"*
Dean: "nobody cares that you're broken cass!"
*Sam dealing with hallucifer*
Dean: "baby. Baby boy. Oh my poor baby. Oh dear me. Come here let me hold you. Get some sleep Sammy it's okay."
Cass: "put the blade down. Please"
Dean: "no lol" *bashes him up*
Sam: "put the blade down. Please"
Dean: "okay Sammy. Here lemme just kill death for ya too."
*cass sacrifices himself to save dean*
Dean: "Oh look a dog! :D"
Cass: "I'm a pathetic vulnerable human with angels chasing me. Please let me stay in the bunker."
Dean: "no lol get out you might put Sammy in danger."
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mittensmorgul · 3 years ago
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hello! note-taking anon here! It's been a while. Ive been MIA for the last couple months, but have still been watching eps of the show. I dont recall where I was the last time i sent you an update, but I'm a couple eps into s15 now. I feel like i'm at the point where it feels like the concept of s15 is excellent. God being the narrator and the villian is a fantastic escalation and i'm really looking forward to seeing where that goes (right until they fumble it in the 11th hour). I also think the conflict thats existing between cas and dean about chuck's control over their lives is one of the best in the show. Neither of them are wrong--they just have different perspectives that cant coexist--and its so much more compelling than miscommunication or fetch quests. I'm hopeful we see more from sam, as the last few eps have been fairly quiet on his perspective of things. I know a few more of the story beats for s15, but im still in the dark about quite a few things. And, if theres any solace, buckleming still has just as horrible pacing and timing problems as ever, while simultaneously giving dean some of the most heartbreaking and raw lines in the show. Duality, i suppose.
I hope youve been doing as well as you can be 💞
OH HELLO! I'm glad you're still watching, and honestly relieved you already know where they drop the ball entirely, because yeah, the rest of s15 is incredible.
I love the conflict between Dean and Cas, because it's like Cas came to terms with his complete loss of faith in Chuck way back during the original apocalypse in s5. It even makes his failure to have a true reconciliation with Chuck in s11 make even more sense. I know a lot of folks were disappointed Cas never got to give Chuck a piece of his mind back in s11, and were angry that it was Metatron and Lucifer who seemed to get more of a reconciliation or at least acknowledgement of their grievances if not an apology from Chuck, but Chuck was never going to apologize. He wasn't going to "come around" and understand or see their point of view or truly apologize or change his behavior, you know? He's a universal constant. He created the universe, and he doesn't want it to change. He's mad that these puny humans won't do his will. Poor jerk :'D
But yeah, Dean had never had any reason to doubt his own free will. It was often the only thing he ever felt confident nobody could take from him-- including his GED and that six bucks he had that one time, you know? And unlike Cas who spent billions of years not even understanding free will at all before finally beginning to learn that maybe it was something he could have for himself, Dean had never known or believed that anything could have as much control over his life and choices.
Once Cas had fought for his identity, his free will, HIMSELF as he came to be, nobody-- not even Chuck-- could take that from him.
Dean's identity, himself, everything he is-- that had never been directly challenged. Not even when he was a demon. Not even when he was possessed by Michael. He still knew himself, believed himself, and always came through battered but intact with his own identity. Chuck... his s15 goal with Dean is to crush that belief in himself. To drive him to such lengths of desperation that he would be willing to sacrifice even what he loved to bring an end to the torment. In all of Supernatural, it was the ONE thing that Dean had never questioned or feared the loss of. Existential crisis ahoy.
And Cas just... couldn't understand it. This person he used as a role model in forming his own identity and free will... and Dean had been cut adrift from that certainty. And Dean couldn't understand how Cas could just be seemingly okay with all of that. It's a beautiful reconciliation, but it only gets partially resolved by the end of the series >.>
But at least you already knew that lol :'D
It was good to hear from you, and I'm glad you're still watching! Write back when you can. I look forward to your thoughts :)
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