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demxters · 1 year ago

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—𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄

frat!bradley bradshaw x f!reader

dagger squad college!au

summary: bradley meets the girl he believes to be his good luck charm at a party. the only problem is, he doesn't have a clue who she is or how to find her again.

wc: 2.1k

warning(s): 18+, fem!reader, no y/n (reader goes by nickname clover), a wild jake and ace appears, explicit swearing, alcohol, college parties, slight nudity, tattoos

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𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃!

You hated your ex with a passion. You knew what he was doing the second you saw his arm around Allison freaking Simpson. Not only was she the dean’s daughter, but she was also one of the top students of their class.

In other words, she was everything you were not. Your ex was trying to prove a point and you hated that it was working.

Deep breathes, you remind yourself, thinking back to the meditation classes you took over the summer.

Your eye twitches at the sound of Allison’s obviously over exaggerated giggles. Tyler Jacobs was not that funny.

“He’s not worth your time,” a soft voice from beside you interrupts your glaring.

It was a girl you recognized from your classes over the years. Quiet, yet incredibly smart and snarky when need be. You’ve never actually talked to her much, but she was thoughtful and much more tolerable than a majority of your peers.

“You used to date Tyler Jacobs, right?” Apparently, she was also very observant.

You cringe at that. “Unfortunately.”

She hums, before returning her gaze to her notes. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you could do much better.”

Now that makes you laugh. “Thanks,” you send her a genuine smile.

You knew she was right. You could do so much better. Tyler was all you’ve known. Dating since high school, prom king and queen, the whole cliche. You just needed to expand your horizons.

After another grueling hour and a half of listening to your professor talk about god knows what, you’re more than relieved to finally be released from class.

The girl beside you packs up with haste, almost like she has somewhere to be.

“Hey, Ace, tell that boyfriend of yours that he can suck my dick!” Tyler yells after her.

“Go screw yourself, Jacobs,” she replies with a flash of her finger.

You wrap your arm around her, noticing the tension in her shoulders as you deliberately announce, “I’ve seen it and trust me, your boyfriend would not be impressed.”

The people around you snicker, making Tyler’s face turn red, and you smirk in satisfaction.

The girl, who you remember was called Ace, is laughing as you guide her out of the lecture hall.

“His face was priceless!” Ace says between laughs.

You shrug with a smile. “I only said what’s true!”

Ace shakes her head. “Amazing.”

A call of her name distracts her, and you both turn to see a tall, blond man jogging toward the both of you.

You won’t lie. He was incredibly good looking. But the way his gaze was set on Ace told you all you needed to know. “The boyfriend, I’m assuming?”

He wraps Ace up in his arms and she playfully rolls her eyes at his display of affection.

“The one and only,” he grins. “Jake Seresin, pleasure to meet you. It’s so nice seeing you branch out, Ace. She is so anti-social, I swear,” he murmurs from the side of his mouth.

She scoffs, smacking her boyfriend on the arm. “Shut up!”

You laugh along with the duo, your heart aching at how in love they were. Even if they didn’t know it yet, you could tell they would be together for a long time. You had a knack for noticing those kinds of things–relationships that were meant to last and matchmaking. You take pride in the fact that you were the one to set up your old high school math teacher with your favorite art teacher. Now, they were happily married and had two kids with one more on the way.

The one person you were unable to help in the love department, however, was yourself. How absolutely ironic.

You used to think Tyler Jacobs was the one. You imagined the two of you growing old together, having kids, and telling them the stories of how the two of you fell in love. Being with him since your freshman year of high school and knowing him since kindergarten made you truly believe that he was the love of your life.

Up until a month ago, when everything came crashing down and everything you thought you knew turned out to be a lie.

“Hey, you should come to the Delta Chi party this weekend,” Jake offers, noticing the sudden lull in conversation.

Ace nods with a smile. “Yeah, something to take your mind off that ex of yours.”

You eye Jake, unable to contain your growing grin. “A frat party?”

Jake winks. “Only the best frat on campus.”

Ace was right, you needed to take your mind off Tyler. You wanted to prove that you didn’t need him–that you never did. Besides, when did you ever say no to a party? “Alright, I’ll be there.”

»»————- ♣︎ ————-««

You’ve been to so many parties, the sweaty bodies and loud music no longer deter you.

Pushing your way through the crowd, you say hi to some familiar faces as you make your way to the drinks.

One of the Delta Chi guys gives you a cup full of cheap beer, which you gladly accept. You continue to wander around the house, only being there once before. With Tyler.

Just even thinking of him makes you nauseous. Downing the rest of your cup, you go back to the keg, desperate for another drink.

Two becomes three.

Three becomes four.

Until, eventually, you’ve lost count and the only thing you can feel is the warmth of the alcohol and the beating of the bass in your chest.

You hardly remember Tyler and Allison nor the aching heartbreak you’ve been going through for over a month now.

It was just you and the dance floor. And maybe a few frat guys and sorority girls you didn’t know the names of but danced with anyways.

Your cup was empty again and you groaned at the realization. You stumble your way back to the drink station, no longer able to control your heavy footsteps and swinging limbs.

Your vision is so hazy that you don’t see the body you haphazardly bump into.

“Holy shit!” the person says as you catch yourself on the table.

He turns around with wide, doe-like eyes. Even through the horribly lit area and hue from the alcohol, you could tell that the guy in front of you was hot. His slightly curly hair was plastered to his forehead through the sheen of sweat that glistened on his skin. You could tell he was muscular, even under the ridiculous Hawaiian shirt he was wearing. And his eyes… you couldn’t pinpoint the exact color they were due to the poor lighting, but they were what you would describe as kind.

He gapes at you like a fish out of water. You catch yourself giggling at his flustered state.

“Are you some kind of good luck charm or something?” He blurts out.

“What?” you slur. You boldly grab his forearm in order to steady yourself from swaying too much. You bite your tongue to hold back a sigh as the smell of cinnamon and faint cologne floods your senses.

“I said, are you some kind of good luck charm or something? Because I just won that shit!” He gestures sloppily to the table where a game of beer pong was set up.

“No way!” You bounce on your toes, feeling giddy from the excitement oozing off the guy in front of you.

He nods vigorously. “I was about to make that shot, but then you bumped into me and I still got it in. That was awesome. You are a good luck charm! You’re like a… like a…”

Your eyes light up as he continues to think. “Like a four leafed clover?”

He snaps his fingers. “Yeah!”

A mischievous grin tugs at your lips while your fingers tug your shirt upwards. Rolling the loose tee you have on so it’s resting just right above your bra, you turn. “You mean like this?”

His gaze zeroes in on the image inked below your right breast, on the edge of your rib cage. There lies a delicately etched four leaf clover.

The tug in your chest is palpable. The pull this guy has on you is strange, yet welcomed. It was unlike anything you’ve felt before, even with Tyler. You wanted to beckon him closer. You wanted him to take his fingers on his large hand and delicately trace the outline of where you are most vulnerable.

Your grip on your shirt loosens as it rolls back down your chest to your abdomen, suddenly feeling self conscious of how forward you were. Great, you just met the guy and now you’re gonna scare him away.

He opens his mouth to speak, gaze glancing back up to meet yours, clearly rendered speechless by the unexpected action before him.

“Yo, Rooster! Come on, someone’s trying to beat your time on the keg!”

He’s interrupted by another guy who shakes his shoulders and pulls him away without another word.

He gives you one last look over his shoulder, one apologetic and full of longing before you lose him in the crowd.

Rooster. What a strange nickname.

You just hope your sober self remembers it tomorrow.

»»————- ♣︎ ————-««

Bradley can’t tell if the pounding is in his head or coming from his bedroom door. His head feels like a bowling ball and he can barely open his eyes without feeling like he was getting stabbed through his skull.

He rolls over, throwing his pillow over his head. He prays that whoever is on the other side of the door gets the hint and leaves him alone.

Much to his dismay, the person ends up inviting themself in anyway.

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty! Welcome back to the land of the living,” Jake’s irritating Texas drawl rings through his ears.

Bradley groans, tossing his pillow lamely at him. “Go. Away.”

“No can do, Bradshaw. Up! Up! Up!” He shouts, clapping his hands in front of Bradley’s face like a drill sergeant.

Bradley wishes it were Jake in his place right now. In another time, it was Jake that was in his place. Bradley would be the one ushering him and his latest fling out of bed. When he started dating Ace, Jake changed. She straightened him up—made him lose the fuck boy act and be more respectful. Now it was time for Jake to have his fun. He hates how much Jake is enjoying Bradley being on the other end of the stick.

“Go away before I rip your dick off,” Bradley threatens with narrowed eyes.

Jake doesn’t take Bradley’s comment the way he wanted him to. His cackle and the rush of sunlight that enters the room makes Bradley whine pathetically. Even with his eyes squeezed shut, the light from outside was burning through his eyelids.

“Reuben cooked breakfast. Hurry up if you want to eat anything other than bread crusts,” Jake announces before, not so softly, shutting his bedroom door.

Bradley throws his pillow back over his head to block out all the light and sighs. Every time they host a party, he swears that he won’t drink too much. And every time without fail, he ends up blackout drunk and in bed with a sorority girl. Which is why he’s surprised that, for once, he can actually remember the night before. There wasn’t much significance to last night. Just like any other Friday, Delta Chi was throwing another rager. All his friends were there as well as the usual sororities. However, last night at the beer pong table was embedded into his mind.

He could still smell the perfume of the girl he recalls being his good luck charm. He could see her bright smile and the tattoo she willingly flashed at him. A dopey smile tugs at his lips as he reminisces about last night.

His euphoric haze is cut short when he realizes he never even got your name. Bradley didn’t know who you were or who you were with. He finds himself getting more of a headache trying to remember if he has ever seen you at any of the Greek life events on campus. He doubts you were in a sorority. He’s sure he would’ve remembered seeing a face like yours.

The best thing he could do is ask if anyone knew a girl with a clover tattoo, but even that would probably get him nowhere.

The pounding in his chest didn’t settle as he continued to relive the interaction from the night before. If only he hadn’t been pulled away by Omaha, he probably would’ve mustered up enough courage to get your name and number. He maybe would have even asked you out on a date. But he was whisked away in an instant. After the fiasco at the keg, Bradley wandered around the house trying to find you, with absolutely no luck. He didn’t understand what it was, but he was convinced that he needed to see you again. He had to.

Even in his hung over state of mind, Bradley was on a mission. First, he was going to sober up and shower. Then was going to find his four leafed clover.

this one is dedicated to @blue-aconite for this fic and clover wouldn’t exist without you, ily <;3

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years ago

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Natural Woman

Summary: Dean catches Y/N dancing and singing in their bedroom, and loves the show.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut and fluff - smuff. Fingering, slight edging, unprotected P in V sex, brief oral mentioned (m receiving), Tiny smidge of angst if you squint. Lots of fluff, lip-syncing and singing.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 1,401

A/N: The other day I was listening to "Natural Woman" by Aretha Franklin, and it made me imagine this little scenario, and the idea seemed to fit with Dean and Y/N from:

An Unreliable Reflection

and

Show and Tell

So, I wrote it as a little conclusion for them. (For now, anyway.) You don't have to have read the other two parts, but it will make this part more enjoyable and make the fluff more meaningful, so I encourage you to read them first.

The beautiful dividers below and at the bottom were created by @talesmaniac89.

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Dean closed the thick, three hundred year old book, and slumped back in the library chair. He'd definitely read all he wanted to read for right now about the long history of pure blood werewolves in America.

He rubbed his hand across his eyes and then over his scruffy cheeks, his rough fingers making a scratchy sound against his day's growth of whiskers. He looked around and wondered where Y/N had gotten to. She'd tired of their study session before he had (an incredibly rare occurrence) and had left an hour ago. She’d leaned over the back of his chair to wrap her arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek as she left.

"I'm gonna go do some laundry cause if I don't we'll both be going commando by tomorrow." She said as she stood up straight.

Dean had growled slightly and pulled her back down to kiss her more thoroughly and contemplate the fun torture he'd go through tomorrow if he knew the only thing beneath Y/N’s skirt was soft skin, and tantalizing, wet, heat.

But Y/N had pulled away from him, laughing, and rushed away before he could deter her from her task any longer.

Now, Dean pushed out of the chair and set out to find her and complete his mission to completely derail her chores.

She was no longer in the laundry room, so he set out for their bedroom. Y/N had officially moved into his bedroom a few months before, but in reality, she hadn't slept in her old room in over a year, since the night they finally admitted to each other how they felt, and Dean was able to make her understand just how hot she truly was, how desperately he wanted her, and how deeply he loved her.

The last fourteen months he’d been with Y/N, Dean had felt happier and more satisfied with his life than he had in decades. Granted there were whole portions of his brain dedicated to the fear of losing her and he'd spent the equivalent of months of time worrying that he was going to get her hurt somehow, or that someone or something was going to rip her away from him.

But he fought against all of it. He loved Y/N too much to be a coward. So, he forced himself to believe they had all of forever ahead of them and tried to just allow himself to revel in her love.

As he neared their bedroom door he could hear music pouring out. After listening for a moment, he recognized Aretha Franklin's full, slightly raspy vocals. The Queen of Soul was singing the virtues of feeling like a Natural Woman. With a wide smile, Dean pushed open the bedroom door and felt his heart lift and his body harden at the sight that greeted him.

Their bed was covered in half-folded laundry, and standing in the middle of the room was Y/N, lip-syncing into a hairbrush, clad only in a pair of pink-striped, boy cut panties and a white tank top. She was turned slightly away from him, so she didn’t see him immediately, but he could still make out every curve of her body, still see that her full breasts were obviously unencumbered by a bra, the dark outline of her nipple visible through the thin material.

Every inch of her was a mouth-watering temptation as she mouthed the lyrics.

I didn't know just what was wrong with me

Till your kiss helped me name it

Now I'm no longer doubtful

Of what I'm livin' for

And if I make you happy

I don't need to do more

As the verse ended, something alerted her to his presence, and she gave a small start, her hands flying to her chest for a moment, before the chorus hit, and she tossed her brush aside and, pointing at Dean, sang to him in full voice while her hips swayed mesmerizingly.

'Cause you make me feel

You make me feel

Like a natural woman

Dean's grin was wide and happy as he walked towards Y/N and pulled her into his arms to sway with her as Aretha's voice smoothed out into the slightly slower bridge. Y/N continued to sing the lyrics to him, her eyes shining up at him with the truth of the words.

Oh baby, what ya done to me

Made me feel so good inside

And I just wanna be close to you

You make me feel so alive

As Y/N sang to him, Dean slipped his hands down over her ass and pushed her tightly against the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans, making her gasp in the middle of a lyric. Which in turn, made Dean grin wickedly.

As the final choruses of the song played, Dean walked Y/N backwards to the bed, and then, with his hands on the backs of her thighs, he pulled her legs out from under her and tumbled her back onto the bed, making a mess out of the pile of clean laundry.

Y/N ended her singing with a squeal and a full-throated laugh. "You idiot!" She chastised breathlessly as Dean immediately moved his mouth to her breast, wetting her nipple through the thin cotton and feeling it pucker in his mouth.

"I'm gonna have to refold everything." She ended her complaint on a soft moan as Dean eased his hand under the waistband of her panties and dipped a finger into her folds to press perfectly against the button hidden there.

Dean ignored her concern and raised himself back up to her lips, kissing her deeply, sucking away her oxygen as he moved his thumb to take over the teasing circles against her clit, so he could push two fingers inside her slowly. The way her body responded, clenching around him and soaking his hand as he pumped in and out of her, had him moaning along with her.

Her flushed face and the little whimpers that were escaping her lips as he pressed on the soft, spongy spot inside her, drove him mad, and his body was aching to slam into hers and find his release.

But he was enjoying her pleasure too much, so he continued to tease her, repeatedly bringing her to the brink and then easing off. He watched her writhing beneath his hand, head pressed into the mattress, hands flailing slightly, and knocking clothes onto the floor, as she tried to grab onto something and tether herself to reality.

But Dean wanted her to lose that grip on the earth, and fall into the abyss. So finally, he pushed against her sweet spot over and over, sending her tumbling over the edge at last. As he watched her face spasm with electric pleasure, he couldn't stop himself from bucking against her hip.

And suddenly the need to bury himself to the hilt inside her was too overpowering and he ripped her panties off and wrenched his jeans and underwear down his hips.

He slammed into her as the last waves of her orgasm were rippling through her, hitting her g-spot with the head of his cock and pulling a scream from her lungs as she fell again, clenching like a vice around his cock and causing him to spill into her, hot and thick, after barely a half dozen thrusts.

Dean fell on top of her, loving the feel of her soft, supple body giving way beneath him.

When he could breathe again, he finally found the energy to roll off of her, but she just rolled with him, so that she ended up sitting astride him, their bodies still joined. His soft cock hardened slightly inside her as she rolled her hips against him.

Y/N dug her rounded fingernails into the muscles of his chest and made him harden further, and buck up into her.

He groaned desperately and bit into his bottom lip as his heart hammered against his ribs. "Jesus woman," he warned, gripping her hips tightly, "you tryna kill me?"

As Dean shouted out his pleasure, Y/N pulled off of him with a pop and licked her lips.

Y/N's smile was wicked and calculating as she climbed off him so she could slide down his body and take his cock into her mouth.

"Naturally."

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girls-alias · 8 months ago

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Sisterhood - Winchester Brothers

Title: Sisterhood - Winchester Brothers

Words: 1,278

Relations: Brothers - Sam and Dean Winchester.

TW: Bed wetting, fluff, strong language (1).

Request: @taylorifg

"Heyyy! I was wondering if I could request a supernatural fic. Dean and Sam's little sister (10) has been having really bad nightmares and one night she wakes up in a wet bed. This fic would mean a lot because I struggled with this for a long time🤍🤍 Lots and lots of comfort!!"

Thank you so much for the request as well as consent to post this. I'm so happy you feel comfortable sharing this with not only me but also my readers. I am so sorry for the wait but without further ado...

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I woke up breathing heavily, tears staining my cheeks and Sam shaking me awake. My bottom lip quivered as I looked around, finally taking a deep breath as I recognised where I was and that I was safe.

"You okay, monkey?" Sam asked softly, his eyes showing how concerned he was. I gulped, breath trembling before the tears fell and sobs consumed me. His arms instantly wrapped around me. His hand flattened my hair as I sobbed into his chest. I jumped when a soft thud sounded beside me.

"Ow," Dean exclaimed annoyed. There was a silence filled with my sobs before shuffling made it apparent that Dean was getting out of bed. "Hey," He spoke softly, something he only did for me. The bed shifted slightly and I knew he was sitting behind me, I looked up confused when he stood up again. Sam looked at him confused. "It's wet," Dean shrugged to answer why he stood up but it only made me cry harder.

Sam and Dean bickered slightly as I wept into Sam's shirt. "You couldn't just live with it for two minutes?" Sam asked, hitting Dean's arm with the back of his hand.

"I just woke up, what did you want me to do?" Dean asked sarcastically.

"Be compassionate," Sam spoke through gritted teeth. I could practically hear Dean's eye roll as he groaned. I chuckled softly, moving back from Sam as he looked at me with loving eyes. I forced a smile, my eyebrows twitching as I tried not to cry.

"Alright, come here princess," Dean commented, reaching to pick me up from under my armpits.

"Dean," Sam practically sang his annoyance.

"Shut up," Dean scoffed, holding me close to his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. "Clean the bed," Dean instructed with a smirk as he walked to the table. I giggled as he grinned at me cheekily, sitting me on the table. "What happened? We were doing so well, 4 days without a nightmare," Dean's voice was filled with encouragement. I sniffled as he wiped my eyes. "Was it the same nightmare?" Dean asked softly, he knows just mentioning makes me cry. I nodded softly as my eyes filled. "Oh, baby," He comforted as he pulled me in to hug him. I wrapped my arms around him. He pretended to strain. "Can't breathe," His voice was struggling making me laugh. He chuckled as he pulled back, smiling at me as he moved some hair from my face.

"Keep doing it, monkey, maybe he'll pass out and we'll get some peace and quiet," Sam joked, I laughed as Dean looked at him annoyed. Doing a face Dean calls 'Bitch Face', Sam always tells him off for swearing in front of me but when he isn't around Dean's teaching me as many swear words as he can. I laughed as they bickered again. I smiled happy in the moment. It's times like this when I wish I had been with Sam and Dean my whole life, I've only known them for almost a year but they're everything I've ever dreamed of.

We have the same dad but a different mom. They told me their mom died when they were little and it helped me to bond with them because I knew they understood me. My mom died in a car crash when I was 5, that's what my nightmares are about. I was in the car but got out with just a few scratches. Dean's always saying my scars are cool and he's jealous of them. Sam thinks they make me more interesting. He had to explain it to me but he thinks that it shows character and strength. Sam and Dean have a lot of that. I wish to be like that when I'm older. Just like my big brothers!

People always think I'm one of their kids because of the age gap, Dean likes to tell everyone we're just best friends, and Sam then always says 'She's our sister, don't worry.' It always confused me a little but they say that they'll explain when I'm older. They say that about a lot of things. They say it about why they have guns, what their job is and why we have to move so much. Dean says we're touring America but I don't think that's true.

Their bickering stopped with a final huff from Dean. I chuckled as I watched him roll his eyes before smiling at me. "You know, we still have time," Dean practically sang. I grinned widely knowing exactly what he meant. He helped me off the table, running to grab his blanket while I ran to the couch.

"Dean, she's 10, she's supposed to be sleeping," Sam groaned.

"Hurry up and clean her bed then," Dean snarked back before jumping on the couch. He gave me the blanket, sitting with his legs open waiting for me. I giggled as I wrapped the blanket around myself and sat on the floor between his legs. He instantly started stroking my hair. I hummed happily while he worked the TV to put a random movie on.

We spent the rest of the night watching the movie while Dean braided my hair. He was getting better every day, he liked to joke that Sam was next but it hadn't happened yet. Once Sam finished cleaning my bed, he sat on the floor beside me, hugging me while we watched the movie. Dean was the first to fall asleep. Snoring softly on the couch, Sam and I had a giggle about it before Sam got me ready for bed, he picked out new PJs and helped me clean up.

"It's nearly been a year, have you decided yet?" He asked excitedly. I grinned and chuckled. Sam and Dean have been saying for months that we have to do something special when it's been a whole year since they saved me from my foster parents. They weren't terrible people but I wasn't part of their family. Dean's trying to get me to say I want to go to a waterpark he's been wanting to go to and Sam's telling me that I can choose anything I want. In all honestly, all I want is another day with them. There's nothing I feel like I'm missing out on and there's nothing they wouldn't give me or take me to so there's nothing I really want.

"I just want to be with you," I shrugged, smiling as Sam rolled his eyes playfully.

"Well, of course. We could go anywhere, do anything," Sam prompted hoping to find something I wanted to do. I smiled softly.

"We already go places and we always do fun things." I shrugged but Sam smiled a little sadly.

"Are you happy?" He asked, somehow the question felt easy, simple. I know they struggle to answer it but they're smiling more and more every day.

"Always." I shrugged earning a chuckle from Sam. He smiled at me softly as he moved some hair from my face.

"Let's get you to bed, you can sleep in Dean's," He chuckled cheekily. Scooping me up in his arms before carrying me to Dean's bed. He tucked me in, kissing my head before poking the tip of my nose. "Close your eyes," He whispered. I giggled as I closed my eyes. Sam stroked patterns on my forehead lulling me to sleep as I snuggled in closer to Sam as he sat on the edge of the bed. I smiled, sleep catching up to me as I knew Sam and Dean would chase away any nightmare. Nothing can beat my brothers, they're not scared of anything.

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Part 3

Part 2⬇️

You meet in the garage an hour later. You're standing there taking in the impala as Dean and Sam walk in with their duffles. They grab your bags and throw them in the trunk.

“ You like her?” Dean asks making his way to the drivers side.k

“Love her, I’ve wanted this car forever.” you all get in the car, you take the back seat, you smiling like a nerd.

“You look like a dork.” Dean smiles at you through the rearview mirror.

“I'm just excited, imagine watching a show for years with your dream car and then being pulled to that universe and being in that car. Kinda like the mystery machine but ten times better.”

“Don't compare Baby to Fred’s dumbass mystery hippie van.”

“How dare I?” you roll your eyes and Sam laughs, “For real though this is insane, like actually being in the car, with you boys, on our way, to a hunt!”

“Slow down princess, you’re sounding like a huge nerd.”

“I am a huge nerd!” You sock him in the arm.

“She’s got you there.” Sam says.

The ride to Kentucky was pretty uneventful, you stopped at gas stations and diners. Now that your habits were revealed you were able to vape the whole way there without having to sneak around. You sat in the back listening to Deans music until you pulled into the motel around eleven pm. The motels did not look as nice in the show, the bedding, carpet, and walls had mysterious stains and there was mold in the bathroom.

“As glamorous as you thought princess?”

“Dean!” Sam nudges his brother, they were watching you walk around.

“I mean they don’t make the motels look this gross in the show, however I’ve stayed in a few motels so I came prepared.” You grab one of your bags pulling out fresh sheets, a blanket, your pillow, and your baby blanket.

“I was wondering why you had so much stuff.” Sam says.

“There's more where that came from.” You go to your second bag pulling out disinfectant wipes and spray. You pull off all the bedding from one of the beds. And start to make your new bed.

“Aw so you get this nice clean bed and we have to share this dump?” Dean whines gesturing to the bed.

“Dean, we've been doing it for years.”

“I know but look at it.” He gestures to your now freshly made bed.

“Yeah, we should've thought of that.”

“We also have to share a bed. How is that fair?” you hop on your bed stretching out, “Sucks to suck.” you laugh.

“Shut up, it's just cuz you're the only girl and we’re supposed to be ‘gentlemen’” he eyes Sam who clearly told him that you’d get your own bed.

“Again, sucks to suck.” You smile sitting up on your elbows.

“That's it.” Dean jumps on the bed tackling you, you wrestle around for a minute before ending in a fit of laughter.

“Fine, fine, we can all share one bed.” You laugh waving at Sam to join you and Dean. Sam raises an eyebrow, “Come on Sammy, you know you want to!” You tease further and he sighs before climbing on the bed next to Dean. You are all squished on a queen sized bed laughing hysterically.

“Come on guys I’m in the middle, give me some space!” Dean shoves you and Sam. Sam rolls off the bed while you grab onto Dean barely hanging on, your legs are now on the ground. Laughing so hard barely able to breath, “We are hanging on the edge! Lay on your side!” Sam pops up off the ground, “Yeah man I'm the biggest here!” You’re laughing so hard that when you stand up you start crossing your legs as hard as you can.

“I'm gonna pee!” You laugh which has the boys laughing even harder. You try to breathe and you get to a point where you can sprint to the bathroom and slam the door, “Holy shit!” you yell.

“Close one?” Sam asks, still recovering from laughing.

“Yes!” You call out. A minute later you come out, grab your pjs and bag to go change and get ready for bed. You come out in just a big t-shirt and socks, shut off the light, and turn on the bedside lamp.

“No pants?” Dean asks.

“No, and behave yourself, I'm basically wearing a dress.”

“I'm behaving!” Dean defends himself, “Sam we should change too.” They take turns in the bathroom. Sam comes out in a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt, while Dean comes out in a pair of black sweats and no shirt.

“Really Dean?” Sam asks, sitting on the bed.

“Hey she can wear no pants I can wear no shirt.” He shrugs and Sam just sighs annoyed with the both of you.

“Okay boys, if we are all sharing a bed for real we gotta figure this out.”

“I say me and Sammy on the ends because we are the biggest.” Dean votes.

“I agree.” Sam nods, not moving from his side. You sigh, “Fine, where's my blanket?” You start pulling up covers freaking out a bit as it was lost in the commotion.

“Right here Princess.” Dean lifts up your pillow.

“Ugh thank you.”

“Yeah after my last encounter with it I decided it was best to keep it safe.”

“Awww you big softie.” You tease crawling over him.

“You have a baby blanket?” Sam asks, propping himself up on an elbow.

“Yeah, got something to say about it?” you turn to him. Dean peaks his head over your shoulder and shrugs at Sam.

“No…”

“Good.” you lay back, Dean shut off the lights, “Goodnight boys.”

“Goodnight y/n”

“Goodnight princess.”

The next day you wake up alone in the bed, you look at the clock on the nightstand 10:34. You lift your head up looking for a sign of the boys, you don't see them so you turn over and try to sleep again. That lasts five minutes before they walk in and Dean yells, “Rise and shine Princess!” You sit up as Sam sets a bag of food down. You run your hands through your hair and slide out of bed. They are both wearing their fbi suits. Damn.

“How’d yall sleep?” You ask taking a seat at the table.

“Like a baby.” Dean smiles, stuffing fries in his mouth.

“Shut up, you were complaining the whole drive.”

“Was not!”

“Yeah you were you said-“

“Boys.” You warn. They stop in their tracks before continuing to eat.

“I slept better than most nights. Got kicked a few times.” Sam makes eye contact with you.

“Oops.” You smile.

“Yeah I got smacked in the face! And you drool!” Dean says, taking a swig of his drink. He was somehow already done eating and you had just started.

“Hey! I move a lot and my medication makes me sleep good!” You throw a fry at him which he throws back, “yeah you were all up on me. I woke up with you laying on my chest!”

“Shut up you did not!”

“Did too! Tell her Sammy!” Both of you look to Sam who is mid-bite. He freezes, lowers his burger, “uh, you kinda were cuddling.”

“Shut up!” You shove Sam’s arm suddenly feeling all hot.

“Aw don’t worry Princess I won’t hold it against you.” He gives you a shit eating grin.

“Stopp!” You whine, “I wasn’t conscious! We aren’t that close.” You pout embarrassed.

“I’m just saying you weren’t cuddled up on Sammy.” He gets up patting your head.

“I normally sleep on that side!” The bathroom door clicks shut.

“Sorry y/n.” Sam peruses his lips.

“He’s an ass.” He laughs, “you’re telling me.”

“I just move a lot in my sleep!”

“I know, I believe you, I got the bruises to prove it.”

“You do not!” You hit him on the shoulder, he laughs.

“Ready to roll Sammy?” Dean comes out of the bathroom and grabs his jacket.

“Yep.” Sam pushes away from the table and stands up.

“Wait where are you going?” You look back and forth between them.

“The morgue, we wanna see the bodies just to be sure.” Dean looks at you.

“Can I come?”

“Princess you’re still in pjs.”

“Not for long if I can come.” You smile pleading with him. He sighs looking at Sam who just shrugs, “she doesn’t have any ids.”

“Yeah you don’t have any ids.” You huff thinking for a second, “I could be a student?” You stand up now playing with the top of the chair hoping Dean will say yes. You hear him sigh, “hurry go get changed.” You smile, “really?”

“Yes, hurry up before I change my mind.” You grab your bag and run to the bathroom. You throw on a pair of black dress pants that hug your ass and thighs. Then a white button down, you throw on a pair of black heeled boots and a claw clip in your hair. You grab your makeup bag to do it in the car.

“Okay I’m ready!” You say, almost sing, walking out of the bathroom.

“Wow look at you!”

“Thank you, thank you!” You do a little bow and follow the boys out to the car. They give you the rundown of how this normally goes but you pretending to be a student changes things. They tell you to just not say anything and follow their lead. You started to feel nervous as you walked towards the desk, behind the boys. They flash their badges before Dean speaks, “We are here to see the body of Chris Stein.”

“Um okay, the mortician isn't here right now so you're going to have to wait.” The receptionist says. He's a young man in his early twenties. He's small compared to the boys and clearly nervous.

“Come on man we’ve got to get back to the office so we kind of have to see it now.” Dean pleads, giving him that ‘give me what I want’ look.

“I- I don't know.” He looks between the boys at you and you give him a polite smile. “Isn't she too young to be an agent?” Great.

“She’s a student. She's following us today.” Sam gives a polite smile and the man looks at you again unsure, “A student?” You decide to step between the guys and talk to the receptionist directly, “Yes I'm at the FBI academy in Quantico. I am young, you’re right. I graduated highschool at sixteen and got into the academy at nineteen. I'm in my last year so this part of my field work. We do really have to get back, I have a flight in an hour to get back to school, you’d really be helping us out.” You smile again praying that this works.

“Okay, just make it quick.”

“Promise.” You give him a nod and follow the boys into the morgue. As soon as the door shuts the boys turn and Dean immediately asks, “Where did that come from?”

“I mean clearly he wasn't going to let us in so I lied.”

“Yeah but how did you know all that stuff about the academy?” Sam asks

“Another show I watch. I was also going to go into the FBI for a couple years and I figured that a girl would be able to convince him over you two goons.”

“Well it definitely worked Princess.”

“Okay let's see this body.” You clap your hands.

“Hold on, you’ve never seen a dead body, we want you to be prepared.” Sam says which makes you roll your eyes and laugh, “Sam I was a nurse i literally put people in body bags. Trust me I have seen a lot. I'm good.”

“If you say so.” He uncovers the body which is basically white. He's got poke marks all along his arm, clearly from some sort of blood draining. This you explain to the boys.

“How long has he been missing?” You are curious as to why they wouldn't keep him alive. Chris was clearly an athletic man, mid thirties, medium build so he would technically be able to feed a nest for at least two weeks.

“He was missing for two days before they found him in a ditch.” Sam informs you.

“Why wouldn't they keep him alive? He could feed a nest for a week minimum.”

“We don't know but they must have found a new victim.” this stumps you.

“Why hook him up to drain his blood if they only kept him two days? Why not just feed? Why go through the trouble?”

“Maybe harvesting it?” Dean suggests. This doesn't sit well with you.

“Maybe but why not just steal it from a blood bank? There's one down the road.”

“I mean plenty of vamps harvest from live humans.” Sam counters. They seem confused by your point. This is normal for them, many vamps will take someone, harvest their blood, then dump them. You know this, you’ve seen the show hundreds of times but the amount of track marks, and the fact all of his blood is drained something just doesn't seem right. They usually keep a victim for a lot longer than two days and sometimes they even turn them at the end. You don't even remember this specific case in an episode so you have no clue what you’re walking into. You sigh frustrated, “Somethings just not right I'm telling you.”

“I mean we believe you, I just don't get what you’re seeing.” Sam says in his most reassuring voice.

“I'm sure we’ll figure it out but we should go.” you say looking at the time. You follow the boys out and thank the receptionist on your way out. When you get into the Impala you ask for Sam's notes on the case. Two bodies, one, Alexis Santon, was found a week ago, she had been missing for two weeks then Chris Stein who went missing three days ago and was found yesterday. Why would they keep the girl for two weeks and him only for two days. Looking at pictures of them Alexis was a cute girl but small. According to the family she wasn’t overly athletic, she would go to school then work and home. She didn't have many friends so she wasn't out much, she just vanished. They reported her missing after she didn't come home from work. They must have grabbed her from the parking lot. Chris on the other hand was medium build, marathon runner, didn't smoke, drink, and was very social. He was an accountant and was reported missing when he didn't show up for work. His apartment had been trashed, probably where they got him. What is going on?

“Everything okay princess?” He looks at you through the rearview mirror, you must have looked stressed.

“I just don't get it. Why keep Alexis for two weeks and Chris for two days? I mean objectively Chris would have better blood.”

“I don't know. We will find out princess, we just have to find the nest.”

“How many vamps are usually in a nest?”

“Like this? Most i've seen is ten.” That confirms what you thought. You knew most hunted in nests of 8-10 sometimes smaller.

“How many people have gone missing in the last year?” You ask.

“One hundred and twenty three.” Sam says.

“Isn't that a lot for one city?”

“Not really, we are right outside of louisville. Most people live outside of the city.”

“Hmm.”

“Whatcha getting at princess?”

“One hundred and twenty three people have gone missing in one city and only two have turned up and they've only been missing two weeks and in Chris’s case two days.”

“So?” Dean asks. You huff, he's not getting the point.

“What she's saying is there is something much bigger going on. A hundred people have gone missing, we can't say our vamps have done all of them but a majority, and only two victims have shown up. So where's the rest?”

“Exactly, so Alexis and Chris were some sort of mistake on the nests part. They either weren't meant to be killed, or weren't meant to be found. If one hundred people have gone missing in the last year and lets say we say our vamps were responsible for 50 of them and they can feed off of one person for around two weeks right?”

“Right.” Dean nods following along.

“If they took one person, fed off of them until they couldn't, then found a new person, fifty people would last them one hundred weeks, for a standard nest, fifty people can last them almost two years but they have gone through probably a hundred in a year.”

“So….”

“So, this is either a massive nest, or a bigger scheme.”

“Like what?” Deans eyes widen.

“Trafficking.” You make eye contact, suddenly feeling the weight of your words. Hundreds, and more could be in a massive vampire trafficking ring.

“Shit.” Dean says as you pull into the motel. You all hop out of the car and when you get into the motel you all immediately start researching, you however don’t exactly know what to look for so you ask.

“Look into any missing persons case in the last year, see if anyone stands out. Me and Dean will then go interview the families. Clearly they are in this town so I'm going to look for any vacant lots where they could be hiding.”

“Okay, look at warehouses too. If it is what we are thinking they’d need a lot of space.” Ensues a couple hours of research before you and Dean decide to go and get food. You’re quiet the entire drive. On the way back Dean asks, “what's going on inside that head Princess?”

You take a deep breath, “Its just… Its just knowing what these people are going through and being in the middle of it is very different than watching it through a screen.”

“Yeah I know, just know we are doing everything we can.”

“I know. Its just in my world this is all fake, I never even thought about it being real. Its sad.”

“Thats why I didn't want you here.”

“What do you mean?” He contemplates for a moment, “ The night you got here Amara came to me in a dream. She said you were going to teach me what I needed most. That you were the greatest gift she could give me. That… that bothered me. She took a girl, an innocent girl, from her home and brought her into this fucked up life that I dont want anyone to be apart of. Its hard, sad, and dangerous, and here you are. No hunting experience, I mean you said that you have never even shot a gun and now you’re supposed to just hunt with me and Sam? Why would I want that for you?”

“I'm not so innocent Dean, there's stuff I haven't told you boys yet and you're right it is hard and sad. But with you boys with me it makes it easier. I always prayed to live this life. I know it sounds dumb but I was lonely, I had no one back home. Last night… last night was the first time I haven't slept alone in four years. I know its dangerous but I know you boys have my back and I could ask to go through this with anyone else. You boys are the best at what you do and I believe in you.” You sit in silence for a minute taking in what eachother had said. You speak again, “So you didn't want me here to protect me?”

“Yes.”

“Classic Dean.” you laugh.

“Whats that supposed to mean?”

“You always want to protect everyone, a quality I like about you, but you don't think about what the other person wants or needs. I mean since I was thirteen I wanted to live this life and I have been happier these last few weeks then I have been in years. Genuinely you boys saved my life. I mean back when I watched the show and even now. I wanted, hell needed, to be here. Its nice to know you didn't want me here for my safety though.”

“I guess it just felt like Amara didn’t give me a choice, that you’d be another responsibility.”

“Well Dean, we are responsible for each other because we care. I'm responsible for you and Sam, not just myself. That doesn’t mean it's a burden, it is a gift to care for others. And just you wait Dean, there's plenty more responsibility coming.”

“What do you mean?” His eyes widen.

“Good responsibility Dean, remember it means you have more people you care about.”

“I guess I never thought of it that way. I guess it is a good thing.”

“Just another teaching from y/n y/l/n you're welcome.” You smile at him and he laughs, “Well thank you princess.” As you pull into the motel you both have smiles on your face, which is nice compared to the stressful frowns you both had most of the day.

When you walk into the room you see Sam crashed on a pile of books. You shush Dean before grabbing random items in the room and stacking them on Sam. Once you have a good stack you go to the door, open it, then slam it as hard as you can. This startles Sam and he jumps up grabbing at random items as you and Dean laugh.

“Little tired there bud?” You ask joining him at the table. You grab the bag from Dean and start to set out the food. Sam yawns before answering, “Yeah, reading always puts me to sleep.”

“Well did you find anything?” you ask as you unwrap your tacos.

“Uhh.. yeah. Um, a warehouse ten minutes from here was abandoned before being bought by a Tom Woodruff who hasn't done anything with it. He is a loner type, no family. He popped up in town two years ago, his only public records are drunk and disorderlies for fighting in bars.”

“Could be our guy.” Dean says as he’s in the middle of stuffing his face.

“Yeah we should find him and check out the warehouse.” you suggest.

“No, me and Sammy will find him and check out the warehouse. You stay here.”

“Come on Dean, it's just interrogation and looking at a building.” You plead.

“No, it's a possible interaction with a vamp.” You groan, “How am I supposed to learn if I can’t do anything?”

“Hey we said you could come as long as you listened to us. This is your first hunt. I don't want to throw you in the deep end.”

“Fine.” you whine. That was the end of it, you spent the rest of the night helping them prep for tomorrow. After you took turns showering then all climbed into bed. Sam turned away facing the wall, you decided to turn and face Dean who surprised you by facing towards you. You stared at each other for a while, taking in each other’s facial features. After a few minutes Dean put his arm under your pillow, around you, then turned on his back and pulled you close to him. He whispered in your ear, “I won't let you sleep alone ever again Princess.” you smiled up at him and he kissed the top of your head before you fell asleep.

The next morning you wake up and shockingly the boys are still in bed next to you. You are still wrapped in Dean's arms, you prop yourself up to look at the time. 6:47 it reads. Dean turns on his side using his arm under you to pull you closer. He wraps his other arm around you groaning so you lay back down and he pulls you under his chin. You lie awake for a while just thinking about the past few weeks. Everything has moved so fast and so slow. The first few weeks you spent just training and learning how to use weapons. Now finally you were on a hunt and couldn’t help. And Dean. What the fuck is going on there. I mean suddenly you all are buddy buddy and cuddling. I mean Sam is right there. You all are sharing a bed, is it that weird? I should probably wake them up. You shake Dean and he jolts up seeing you and he calms down. He props himself up and rubs the sleep from his eyes, “what’s up princess?” He yawns and you giggle.

“You boys have work to do.” He groans and lays back on the bed, “Come on Dean, Wake up.” You shake the bed with your hands. You turn over and shake Sam who also jolts up and ends up on the ground. You laugh and crawl to the end of the bed looking down at him. He is just laying on the floor looking up at the ceiling.

“Contemplating life there buddy?”

“Yeah just wondering how my life led to sharing a bed with a bunch of assholes.”

“I don’t know who you’ve been sleeping with. There’s no assholes here.”

“I’m looking at one.” He makes eye contact with you straight faced for a few seconds before laughing. You turn over and see Dean sleeping again so you stand up and jump on the bed until he wakes up.

“How do you have so much energy?”

“Just excited to be alive!” You yell. They both groan and get up. You spend the morning taking turns in the bathroom. They change into their suits and you put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. They tell you they are going to the bar where Tom usually hangs out then to the warehouse. You tell them to keep you updated. By the time they leave it’s 10:30. You decide to hit thrift stores and walk around a few stores. The boys had given you one of their cards that Charlie had made so for once you didn’t have to worry about prices and could get what you wanted which wasn’t much. You unfortunately had to walk everywhere so you were out most of the day. Once it hit two you were walking back to the motel when Sam called you.

“Hey y/n we are heading to the warehouse now.”

“Did you find Tom?”

“No but the bartender and servers said he’s been coming around for two years and started bringing around a group of sketchy people. They said they would get riled up there frequently and were kicked out most nights.”

“Why not bar them?”

“They tip well apparently.”

“Hm, well be safe.”

“You too.” And he hung up. It bothered you that you weren’t there helping. You texted Sam back asking for the warehouse address just in case. The warehouse was about ten minutes away from the motel. Dean texts you at three saying they were getting food then heading to the warehouse. You sit around the motel, watching tv and doing some skin care. Once your episode ends you realize you're hungry, looking at the time you realize it's seven.

“Shit!” Frantically you look around for your phone, seeing no text from either of the boys you start to call both of them. After three missed calls to each of them you order an uber that will be there in ten minutes. You quickly change from your baggy t-shirt to leggings and a tight long sleeve shirt. You grab your jacket and throw your phone and pocket knife in there. Fully banking on the impala being unlocked, you have no weapons. The uber pulls up and you give him directions, having him drop you off on the side of the road two minutes away from the warehouse, of course he gives you a weird look. As you jog you're looking for the impala. Luckily she’s parked off a side road right by the warehouse. Thank god, the window is rolled down so you reach in and unlock the car. Once you pop the trunk you grab a gun, machete, and you find some dead man's blood. Thinking for a second you open the jar and pour blood on the machete. As you approach the warehouse, nerves settle in, you can hear the cries for help. This is my first hunt, and I’m alone, about to face a shit ton of vamps, fuck. You find a door, when you walk in you see all the cells, a couple vamps, headless. Scanning the room you confirm it's safe to move. People push against the cell, watching you, crying for help.

“Shhhh,” You shush them, “I am here to help, I promise, I just need to find my friends.”

“Over there.” A girl says, you whip around looking for the voice but you see people pointing to the big door at the other end of the room.

“I will be back for you I promise.” You jog to the door, slowly opening it you peek in. Four vamps, three girls, one guy. I can do this. You tighten your grip on the machete and fully open the door.

“Hello.” you smile as they whip around to face you. They immediately show their teeth and attack. Quickly you run to the side of the room escaping the four of them, they turn and try to attack again. Two of the girls reach you first, you raise the blade and cut off the first girl's head, blood splatters on your face. The second girl shoves you pushing you against a wall, you knee her in the crotch and she doubles over, and there goes her head. By that time the other girl and the man reach you. They stare for a moment.

“Come on.” You urge them, the man attacks first throwing a punch which you dodge, you duck under his arm and are now facing his back, quickly you take off his head. The girl attacks you from behind at that moment, as she is hanging on your back, you spin around struggling, your blade falls to the ground. You are grabbing at her hair, yanking, she's trying to bite you. Her nails are digging at your chest, probably leaving marks. After about a minute of struggle you grab her arm and fling your body forward, flipping her over. You can hear the crunch of her spine as she hits the ground, acting quickly you grab your machete and straddle her hips, you hold the machete, as you push down she holds her hands up pushing back on the blade. As it cuts into her skin she screams, the dead man's blood, and weakens, allowing you to decapitate. You stand up stumbling, exhausted, breathing heavily. Looking around you see another door, you take a second to catch your breath before opening the door.

In the center of the room is Sam and Dean tied in chairs, back to back. Their blood is draining, both are passed out. Two vamps in the corner of the room, they again flash their teeth and attack. You stab the first one in the abdomen and the other grabs your hair yanking you back. The first vamp screams in pain and doubles over. The second vamp has you pushed up against the wall choking you out. You struggle, gasping for air, he smiles at you, realizing he is going to bite you. You move your hands from his wrists and grab at his face, pushing your thumbs into his eyes. He backs off and you fall to the ground. It takes about twenty seconds before you can move again and at that time so can he, you bolt towards your machete still in the first vamps stomach, and he bolts towards you. You just make it to the vamp grabbing the handle as the second guy reaches you pulling your hair again. Tightening your grip on the handle you pull it out of the first vamp who now is looking very sickly, blabbering. As you stumble backwards you adjust your grip on the weapon and decide you twist your body to face him, your hair is pulling so tight that you groan in pain but you persevere slashing his leg. He groans and lets go of your hair allowing you to kill the last vamp of the night. You hyperventilate trying to get oxygen back in your lungs. A few minutes pass before you remember Sam and Dean. Rushing to their sides you rip out the needle from their arm, trying to shake Sam first. His head rolls side to side trying to gain consciousness. After shaking him again you rub his arms, hands, head, trying to get him to wake up. You hold his face in your hands and say his name over and over. After five minutes of trying he finally whispers your name.

“Yes! Yes, Sammy it's me, y/n”

“Y/n?” His head lifts and he squints at you.

“Come on Sam, we gotta get Dean.” You work on untying his binds, groggily he gets up almost falling over so you grab onto him to help. He’s looking around the room taking in the sight.

“Wha-who-how…” He trails off not knowing what to ask.

“I’ll tell you later, you’ve lost a lot of blood. We have to get Dean and go.” he nods and you both untie Dean and take a side. You drag him out back through both doors and once the victims in the cell see you they start crying for help again.

“Sam, you got him?” He nods and takes his brother and basically limps out.

“I'm going to get you guys out. Do you guys know where the keys are?” You look around spinning in circles as all hands point to a tool box sitting on a tool drawer. Looking at the box you can see it's locked too, the box is plastic so you slam it on the ground a couple of times before it cracks open just enough. Once you have the keys you go one by one unlocking about fifty cells. Everyone just stands in the center of the room, not knowing what to do. Once the last cell is unlocked you look at them. All you see is the faces of the missing persons you looked through. Some of them are in better shape than others. They all have track marks down their arms, are barefoot, and in basically prison uniforms.

“Okay.” You rub your forehead trying to think, “Okay, The town is ten minutes away from here, I am going to call the cops and they are going to come and help, okay?”

“What about you?” a voice asks.

“Right, exactly. So like I said I am going to get the police here, who will get you home. I want you guys to get outside so you don't have to be here any longer. For me, all I ask is please do not tell the police about me and my friends, do not give descriptions. You all have seen these things, they are monsters. Me and my friends, we kill monsters. But to the police, we look bad. So please, please, don't mention us.” You plead with the crowd, you hear a couple murmurs before someone asks, “So what do we say?”

“Just say it was dark, someone came in and killed all these people and freed you but that they left before you could see them. Can you do that?” You hear sounds of agreements.

“Thank you I appreciate it, I am going to get my friends to the car and call the police.” You walk to the door and open it before you turn back to them, “I am praying for all of you.”

“God is real?” A man at the front of the crowd asks. You can tell he is shocked by all the new information of monsters in the world.

“Very.” You smile before nodding and walking out, being sure to leave the door open.

As you walk down the dirt path to the main road you keep your eyes out for any sign of the boys, Sam was barely awake. Low and behold about a hundred yards from the impala lies Sam and Dean. You rush over to them checking for a pulse, both alive. You quickly call the police saying you found a bunch of dead bodies at the address and hang up. Taking a big sigh you grab Sam under his arms dragging him to the door. Next you pat Dean down looking for the keys he groans a bit, his eyes open and he gives you a goofy smile, “Straight to third base there, princess?” you laugh, “Oh of course.” His eyes shut again but a slight smile remains. Once you find his keys you go back to Sam, as you open the doors you see the police fly by. It takes about five minutes of pulling, pushing, and shoving Sam into the backseat. For like the fifth time of the night you try to catch your breath before moving to Dean. Dean took about three minutes to get into the front seat, he kept coming in and out of consciousness so he would help briefly. You got into the driver's seat and started her up, Holy shit I'm about to drive baby. You cannot contain your excitement as you smile from ear to ear. Once you hit the road you turn on Deans music and sing along, happy with today. Once you pulled into the motel, you left the boys in the car, took a brief shower, changed, and packed all of your belongings, then checked out. When you get back to the car the boys are still passed out, they lost a lot of blood, their bodies need to be repaired. Again you have to feel Dean up for his phone. Luckily there's no password and you can dig for the bunkers address, unfortunately you did see some things you didn't exactly want to see.

About five hours into the drive Dean stretches awake.

“Good morning!” You smile at him, he looks around confused.

“What are you doing driving my car?”

“Saving our asses.” He sits up in the seat, turning off your music, you had stopped at a gas station and got an FM transmitter to plug into the cigarette lighter which he had now pulled out. No way you were listening to all rock for hours on end.

“What the hell is this?”

“An FM transmitter.”

“A what?” He looks it over.

“So I can play my own music.” He looks at you offended before rolling down the window and throwing it out.

“Hey!” He rolls the window back up.

“No additions to my baby without my permission.”

“Its not an addition Dean, it can be taken in an out.”

“Doesn't matter. My car, my music.”

“I thought it was ‘driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole’?” He just looks at you confused before looking back toward the road, he sees a gas station and tells you to pull over.

“Get out.” He demands the second you pull in. You turn off the car and get out, at that point he is on the drivers side and ripping the keys out of your hand.

“Hey!” you yell at him.

He gets in your face pushing you against the car, you can smell the sweat and blood from his flannel, his eyes look hard, angry, “What are you doing?” you ask nervously, almost scared. His eyes close and he sighs taking a step back from you.

“Get in the car.” You rubberneck him as you walk to the passenger side. Dean stands outside the car for a couple minutes while you sit in the car watching him.

“What’s going on?” You ask the second he gets in.

“Nothing.”

“No, what was that?”

“Nothing!” He slams his hands on the wheel before staring at you.

“Watch your tone. I just saved you and Sam’s life and the second you wake up you're mad at me for what?”

He sighs, “I dont know.”

“Thats not an answer.”

“y/n..” he pauses and hangs his head down before looking back up at you, “ I don't know.”

“Well I think you better figure it out because all I know is I went through my first hunt alone, saved your dumbasses, saved all those people and then had to get you and Sam in the car and drove for five hours with no sleep. I think I deserve a thank you.”

“Thank you.” He grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze before starting the engine and taking off. About an hour of silence goes by before he asks, “So how’d you do it?”

You laugh, “ Once I realized a couple of hours went by I went to the warehouse, got weapons, thank you for leaving the window down by the way. I got into the warehouse and yanno just took down a few vamps solo then rescued you boys. Sam actually woke up and got you almost to baby before collapsing. Shoving Sam in the back was SO hard.”

“I bet.” He laughs.

“Yeah then you kept coming in and out but helped me get you into the car.”

“So how do you feel?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you just did your first hunt, killed someone.”

You chuckle, “I mean I feel great. I saved fifty people. Well fifty-two including you two.”

“Are you hurt?” His eyes widen realizing he never checked.

“Shockingly no, just a couple of bruises and a bald spot.”

“A what?”

“Oh yanno a vamp yanked some hair out but I killed them so we are even.”

“I guess…” he laughs again, “you are one crazy chick.”

“I know.” You smile. He asks for specifics at that point how you killed them, impressed with the machete dunked in blood, how you got those people out. You relay all of this to him before Sam wakes up and you have to tell it all over again.

“Thank you y/n” Sam says genuinely resting a hand on you shoulder.

“I’d do it a thousand times over. But what happened to you boys?”

“Well we went in there, from the opposite side, took on about twenty vamps before they got us.” Dean explains very briefly.

“And?”

“And, they drained our blood. They told us that the reason we found them was because they turned a kid and he was overcome by hunger that he couldn't stop, so he killed Alexis. Then Chris and that's when the vamps took the kid out.”

“A kid?”

“He was twelve.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah.” Dean sighs.

“So were they trafficking them?” You turn in your seat to face Sam.

“Yeah, theres three other locations.”

“We’re going to take them down right?” You ask hopefully, disturbed by this new information.

“Of course we will y/n.”

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justroaminground · 1 year ago

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upside down (Sam Winchester X Reader)

so this one is a bit different. it is a mini-scenario as i like to call it! no smut just fluff. watching movies, series or listening to music gives me those scenarios and that was one of it and i thought why not put it out in the world.

plot: so you're a witch (kinda rowena inspired) and help sam out, safe dean. you end up pregnant by sam and thing's take a turn.

enjoy my mini-scenario! :)

(sooooorrryy for mistake in advance)

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shaky fingers clawed into the piece of plastic in your hand. on the little screen it said one word, which put your whole world upside down.

"pregnant"

reading it out in disbelief it felt even more wrong. for solid 10 minutes you simply stared the positive pregnancy test down. waiting for it to change, but no matter how long you were waiting, the result won't change.

you were pregnant.

it wasn't like you're 20 and had a huge problem to tell your mom and dad.

absolutely not.

the problem was, you were a 312 year old witch, pregnant by a hunter. well that sounded like a really bad love/drama with the only twist, it was real to you.

roaming the world for the past centuries you made the best out of it and stayed undercover. you were banned from the one and only huge coven and had to stay undercover or else you would have been killed.

now that a lot has changed since then, you decided to get back to work and follow the one and only dream you had. being the queen of hell. on the way there you had to face some major obstacles, but nonetheless you made it. still not the queen of hell, but you were getting there.

a few months back you decided to help sam, safe his brother from the mark of cain. it took the winchesters quiet some time to get the book of the damned, but they made it. hearing all the stories about them, you weren't really surprised to hear they got it. even though there were some really bad things roaming heaven, earth and hell, the winchesters had a name, which they protected.

you decided for yourself to stay away from them, only to be summoned by sam himself one day. he trapped you and made you help him or else he'd kill you. since you were on your own and you knew there could be some obstacles waiting for you, reaching your goal of being the queen of hell, you decided to help him out, in return of him having to help you out if you were in need. he agreed and from there on it happened.

you've settled in a old house about an hour from the bunker and had everything you needed to translate the book of the damned. from time to time, sam joined you and supported you. he brought snack's, you two had many late night talks and one thing lead to the other and you two grew together. one night thing's just got out of hand and before you knew it, you woke up in his arms the next morning.

this was about 2 months ago and it was the one and only time every you got intimate with him. both of you knew, this wouldn't have a future. sam from the beginning on, let you know, if you screwed him over he'd kill you without any hesitation. he also mentioned that, if dean found out, he'd track you down and probably kill you aswell. nonetheless sam had a sweet spot for you and you knew that.

looking back you couldn't wrap your head around, why you even said yes to that, but it must have been the risk. no risk no fun, right?

well, there you had your risk. slowly coming back from your trans, you felt tears filling up your eyes and weren't able to explain, how this was even possible?! how were you able to get pregnant?

you weren't intimate in ages with anyone, because you never felt something like attraction or the need of closeness. but with sam it was just different. he made you feel so many emotions at once , gave you the feeling of being important and even made you more human again. it was a deeper connection you felt towards him and you knew he felt the same, but both of you held back. knowing that if you were to close, the separation would hurt even more. there was only one way, why you got pregnant from him. sam being your soulmate. it was the only opportunity of being able to even welcome a baby as a witch. the only way to get pregnant was, if the partner you were getting intimate with was your soulmate.

you threw the pregnancy test into the trash can in the bathroom and went back into the kitchen. on the kitchen table were all the book's, notes and stuff from translating the book of the damned. your eyes looked around the room and you shook your head, still not believing what you just found out. tears rolled down your cheeks sobbing to yourself.

"this just can't be it.." you whispered to yourself, trying to pull yourself together.

walking over to the long mirror in the hallway you pulled up your shirt and looked at your belly. holding your shirt up with your chin, you laid both hands on your tummy, feeling and watching it from all angles. nothing's visible of course. you did have a small tummy but you always had that, soft and squishy.

hearing a knock on the door, you jumped shocked aside and quickly pulled your shirt down.

"hey y/n! it's me!" sam's well-know voice, echoed through the door.

"fuck fuck fuck" you whispered to yourself and check yourself in the mirror. fixing everything you could in the short amount of time you had and took a deep breath. before opening the door you put on the best fake smile you had and swung it open.

"a rare visit we have here!"

"i know, i know." sam laughed and walked past you into the house. "thing's have been busy. you know dean's just not himself.." he continued and you closed the door.

"no worries, that's what i thought" you gave him a warm and understanding smile. for a moment both of you just stood there, when he finally moved over and took you in a long and loving hug.

"are you okey?" sam whispered into your hair and softly stroke along your back.

you simply nodded against his chest, not wanting to go any deeper into the topic. his simple presence gave you butterflies in your tummy and you already felt way better. funny how someone made you feel so many things's after centuries of not feeling a thing. for a few minutes the two of you just stood there arm in arm and he gently pulled away.

"are you sure..?" slight worry was seen in his features and he stroke a few strands of hair aside.

"yes, i was just up late the past few nights.." you explained to him, not even lying. well not really. you did stay up late, but it just wasn't the real reason you felt the way you do.

"well, i am here today and i will stay until tomorrow! need to catch up with all the hours i stayed away!" he smiled and clapped into his hands.

you raised an eyebrow and couldn't hide a laugh. "well sammy, quiet late!" walking past him, you made your way into the kitchen and took a note from the table. hearing the heavy footsteps behind you, you knew he was following you closely.

raising the note you looked at him and smiled. "in my hand, i have the three ingredients for the spell."

his face got all serious and his jaw clenched. his hand reached for the note, but you pulled it away.

"ah, ah, ah samuel" you told him in a warning tone and hid it behind your back.

"y/n!" his eyes got serious immediately, stepping closer.

"i want to hear our deal again." stepping another step back, you hit the kitchen counter with your lower back.

"stop playing games, or do i have to remind you of your job?" sam warned. when it came down to the spell, things got more serious and he was easily triggered.

"what's the deal sam!" you asked calmly again.

his hands rolled into fists and it took a moment for him to answer. "immunity from us."

"exactly." you breathed out, with a huge smirk on your face and handed him the note.

his eyes flew hungry over the note and he right away took his phone out. dialing a number. it beeped a few times and he left you standing there in the kitchen.

loving moments with him, sometimes ended like there was never more, but both of you were pretty good at hiding what you really felt.

a few minutes later he came back and put the note back onto the table. he leaned with both hands down onto the table and exhaled in relief.

"a friend will get the thing's and by tonight we can do the ritual."

"what friend?" you asked and walked over to him, letting yourself down onto a chair.

"doesn't matter."

"i thought we were kinda..close?" hesitantly you took one of his hands into yours and squeezed it gently.

"that's the problem" he gave you a look and you were able to see he was hurt.

"all i wanted was to safe dean, no matter the consequences, but i am just not willing to lose you at any cost. same with dean. i am torn between the two of you and i can't stand this any longer y/n" he continued and pulled his hand out of your grip.

"what are you trying to say?" not really sure of what he was up to you looked at him confused.

"after we've done the ritual tonight, we have to stay apart from each other."

"what?!" quickly you got up. "i get it we may not have the apple pie life like the normal kids, but aren't we worthy of someone in their life?! aren't we worthy of feeling the way we make eachother feel?!"

sam stroke through his hair and shook his head in desperation. "don't make things harder y/n. if dean get's a hint of what is going on here, he won't hesitate for a minute. he'll track you down and-"

"kill me." you cut him off and nodded. it wasn't the first time, the two of you talked about that, but it was the first time, you weren't able to ignore the risk of dying. you weren't alone anymore you had someone to keep safe. therefore you stayed quiet and turned away from him. tears rolled down your cheeks but you stayed completely silent.

sam kept quiet himself and simply hugged you from behind. pressed you needy against his body and placed a sweet kiss on your neck. "you mean to much to me. i don't want to lose you. i prefer to think you're happy out there, than dead somewhere burned. i am not saying we aren't allowed to meet every again, i am just saying we need to keep our distance for a while."

enjoying the past few hours with sam around, like he used to be, you soaked it all up. that night the ritual was done and sam as well as castiel stayed with dean in the bunker. you never knew how it went down, but you remember sam's words and took of. you packed your few belongings and moved on.

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two months passed and you lived in a motel in nevada. being pregnant kinda changed you into taking more care of the risks you took. therefore you stopped hunting down your goal of being the queen of hell. you sat back and took more care after yourself. of course you still practiced your witchcraft, but in a very different way. you jobbed at a nearby hospital and helped the people heal.

you haven't heard from sam in a while, but thought of him every night. during the daytime it was easy to keep yourself busy, but laying there in bed. all to yourself, your thoughts circled around him. wondering how he is doing, what he is doing, what it would be like if he was here, what he'd think of the baby and much more. the only reason you were able to handle the situation of staying away from him so well, was because you carried his baby with you. so kind of a part of him never left you.

your fingertips stroke softly over the skin of your belly and you felt how your tummy has gotten harder. it used to be more soft and squishy. now it was firm and when you were wearing something more figure hugging it was visible you were pregnant. you loved your little baby belly. with every month your belly grew you accepted the fact that you would raise the baby all by yourself.

almost falling asleep a shrilly sound of our phone woke you up. tired you grabbed it from the other side of the bed and tried to read who it was. not being able to make out who it was, you just figured out it had to be someon from the hospital and simply answered the phone.

"it better be a emergency sarah!" a tired laugh left your lips and you rolled to the side.

"i am not sarah, but it indeed is a emergency." a well to known voice echoed through the phone and your eyes widened.

you quickly sat up and felt your heart race against your chest. "s-sam?"

"i'm sorry, if i disturbed, but i need you" he explained and by the sound of his voice, you could tell he wasn't well.

"tell me where and i'll be there."

"thank's." sam whispered and with that he hung up.

not thinking a second of it you jumped out of bed and got ready. putting on a dress aswell as some tights. you threw a jacket over it and packed your important things, already leaving the house. by the time you reached the car, he sent you the location of the bunker and you drove there. it took you a few hours, which felt like forever since you didn't knew what was going on, your mind created thousands of scenarios.

reaching the bunker, sam let you in and you couldn't help but fall into his arms. you hugged him tightly against your body and buried your face in his chest. inhaling the well known scent of him. his strong arms held you closely against his body and both of you stayed like this for a few minutes.

not knowing if you were allowed to talk you just looked up at him and stroke gently over his cheek. a loving smile on your lips took in every feature of his.

"good to see you, up and healthy" he whispered quietly and placed a small kiss on your forehead.

"missed you too." you answered and nodded.

"please.." he gestured you the way and he took the bag from you.

you made your way downstairs and at the bottom of the stairs one man was waiting. right away you were able to tell, he wasn't human, but couldn't make out what he was. sam followed closely behind you and walked trough the hall, placing your bag on the table.

"cas meet y/n!" sam talked into the mans direction.

"hello y/n" the man said and looked at you from head to toe. "i am castiel. an angel of the lord." he continued.

your eyes widened. "a-an angel of the lord?" you repeat in disbelief and looked from castiel to sam, which joined the two of you.

"yeah.." sam chuckled a bit and nodded. "cas has been thorough a lot with us and is literally family.." sam continued.

"still a weirdo though!" another voice added and you looked into the direction the voice came from. a tall man, not as tall as sam, but tall. brown short hair, green eyes and a bright smile on his face.

"so this is the one and only witch?!" he came closer and switched his gaze from sam to cas. stopping right in front of you.

Looking you up and down with a very suspicious look on his face. dean turned to sam with a chuckle and shook his head. "never!"

"dean." sam gave dean a warning look and took a deep breath. "she's one of the oldest witches. y/n was able to survive all these years unnoticed and is our last chance to read the book of the damned." sam explained as calm as possible.

dean turned back to you again and sighted. "if you screw us over.." he moved his hand to his belt and lifted his flannel. revealing a gun. "you're dead" seriousness in his eyes made you shiver under his gaze and you swallowed hard. back then you would have started a fight right away, but not now. not now, risking the baby being hurt.

"dean calm down!" castiel puut one hand on his shoulder and pulled him back.

"n-no it's fine i get it.." you spoke up shaky and smiled nervously.

sam gave you a warm smile and you were able to read the sorry across his face. "let me update you on the case.." not being able to answer, sam pulled you away to the table which was covered in books.

"uhm..wow this already looks exhausting" you chuckled and sat down.

while sam updated you about the new case, castiel and dean still stood there and whispered about something. you were sure they were talking about you, but you didn't show any reaction towards it. you would work this case through with them and leave just as fast as you came. maybe spent some special time with sam, but nothing more.

"y/n?" sam's voice brought you back into reality and you looked at him a bit surprised.

"uhm..sorry! the drive was pretty long and..uhm well i am a bit all over the place i guess.."

"you're right where are my manners! i'll get you something to drink!" sam excused himself and quickly left the room.

looking over to the place cas and dean stood, they were gone. where were they?! you moved in your chair, feeling a bit uneasy, when cas finally came into the room.

"dean is sometimes very suspicious about new people." cas just stood there awkwardly and looked at you blankly.

"well i think i understand.." with a nervous smile you turned a bit into his direction.

"there is something off with your...aura" cas spoke out very randomly and tilted his head.

"sorry..?" looking at him in confusion.

"it's like there are two? like a little one in your..usual one?" cas tried to explain what he saw and you were able to tell by his gaze, he was literally studying you.

was he able to see the baby's aura?! was this even possible? would he even feel it?! quiet nervous about these thoughts you swallowed hard and cleared your throat.

"oh, uhm i was always told i am something special" nervously you laughed and turned back to the table.

sam appeared back in the room, joined by dean and the two sat down at the table with you.

"cas stop being weird and scaring our visitor." sam told cas and pointed to the chair.

"sorry." cas said and sat down.

sipping at your tea you listened carefully to sam and dean. by removing the mark off dean, you've released the darkness, which caused a whole lot of problems. you knew there was a price to it, but you never knew it would be this big. their hope was to find a spell in the book of the damned to lock the darkness away. that was the part you had to support them.

"so..do you think you can help us with that?" sam asked hopefully and smiled.

"i removed the mark off dean, releasing the darkness so it is my duty to find a way out of this." you nodded your head slightly and looked at the three of them. "it is the right thing to do..right?" a warm smile appeared on your lips.

you were able to see how the tension was released, after you said that and you looked at dean. he took another sip of his whiskey and took a deep breath, leaning his upper body forward, supporting his weight on his elbows, fingers on his chin.

"what's in it for you?" his low voice and strong gaze made you nervous again and you looked down into your cup.

looking back up at dean, you met his gaze again. "i just don't want to die."

dean raised and eyebrow and was quiet confused about that.

"what?"

"you heard me right. i just don't want to die." you said again.

"so no "queen of hell", "being the baddest witch alive" or whatever blah blah?!"

"dean just take her answer?!" being annoyed by dean's behavior, sam raised his voice a bit and looked at dean.

"really sammy?! are you that stupid?!" dean got louder and stood up in one shot. "you're telling me this is one of the strongest witches and her behavior is all vanilla and she doesn't want to die?! do you even listen to her?!" anger wore down on his body. his hands were balled into fists.

you knew exactly what he meant. you never behaved like that, but right now you had to. there was no way, you would risk the health of the baby, but you also understood why they didn't believe you.

before sam was able to shoot back, you got up and raised your voice.

"during the past few months, a lot has happened. i don't ask you do understand any of that, but like i said, the only thing i want is to live. i am not screwing you over." laying your eyes on dean, it only confirmed he was still not impressed. he stood there at the table and simply looked at you.

being to quick for anyone to react he grabbed your neck and pressed you down onto the table. sam and castiel shot up in shock and immediately tried to calm dean down. a hurtful squeal left your mouth and you didn't move a bit.

"dean what the fuck stop it!" sam rushed around the table and dean held his hand up, gesturing sam to stop as well as castiel. both of them stopped in their tracks and complete silence filled the room.

"i am giving you this one last chance, to tell us what your plan is and why you're helping us so willingly, or i will torture it out of you" his raspy voice filled the room and his fingertips buried their way into your neck.

another gasp left your mouth and tear swelled up in your eyes. "please i am begging you, s-"

"answer my god damn question!" dean raised his voice and you were able to see that sam was on and about to jump at dean, if he made one more move.

"i-i'm expecting a baby" you whispered quietly.

dean's hand immediately moved from you and pulled you back up. he turned you to look at the three of them and you took a sharp breath in.

sam's face went pale and the shock was written all over his face. all the thing's he wanted to ask were written all over his face, but he had to hold them back. dean nodded slightly and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"sorry..i-..you know we don't get this a lot.." dean tried to explain his actions and sighed.

simply nodding in response you pushed the chair aside and slowly sat back down. "i was surprised too.." you laughed insecure and looked at cas. his face lit up, because now it made sense why he saw two auras instead of just one.

the three sat back again and silence filled the room. sam supported his chin on his hand and the elbow of his arm on the table. staring absent on the table. dean leaned back in the chair and scratched his neck, rethinking his action and castiel just sat there and looked at sam and dean. before the awkwardness grew you cleared your throat and spoke up.

"so..uhm we need a spell to lock the darkness away right..?"

"yes!" dean quickly nodded.

"is there anything we..already know?"

"no not really..dean was the only one seeing her.." sam added and looked at dean.

"her? so..the darkness is a woman?" you laughed and looked at them.

"i was just as surprised!" cas added and shrugged his shoulders.

dean just nodded and you thought about that for a minute. "all i learned about the darkness was that, she was looked away before any life happened on earth. she never got in touch with anything we know." you explained.

"well explains why there is hardly anything about the darkness anywhere.." dean sighted.

"i will head off and check some of my possibilities." cas told you and right when he finished, he disappear.

you jumped slightly and looked back at sam and dean. "still have to get used to that.." you laughed slightly.

"you never will!" dean added with a small smile. "uhm..i am really sorry for what i just did.."

"it's okey. sam and cas are probably the only ones you have and you want to protect them." you calmed dean with a smile and rested your hand on your tummy. "i feel the same." you added.

you were able to tell that dean was very sorry for what he just did. his fingers reached for his glass and he took the last sip of his whiskey. "i feel like we should just rest for the night and continue tomorrow. the guy right here is in his dream already!" dean laughed and patted sam on the shoulder. "so let's head to the rooms. you're is the second on the left, right before the kitchen, bed is made and everything you need is there." dean said and went off into his room.

which left the two of you alone in the room. you felt the anxiety creep up in your body and looked at sam. his gaze was still on the table and his jaw was clicking. his breath was heavier and you were able to tell by his posture he was about to say something. he just didn't knew how.

"how?" he spoke up and his voice cracked.

"i don't know.." you answered confidently. you knew exactly how this was possible, but you knew how overwhelming it already was for him to know that you're pregnant. you didn't want to completely shock him and tell him witches were only able to get pregnant by their soulmate. that was a fact you weren't able to handle yourself properly.

"is it.." he stopped in the middle of his sentence and inhaled deeply. it looked like he thought about his question again. "is it mine..?"

you just knew this was going to come sooner or later, but you hoped it wouldn't. nonetheless the situation was here. "yes without a doubt. you were the only man in..ages i got intimate with.." the last few words were just whispers.

sam let out a tone you weren't able to identify. his hands stroke over his face and he buried his fingers in his hair. resting his head for a long moment in his hands.

you got up and checked the hallway, before moving over to his side. you stopped at his chair and rested your hands on his shoulders. "see, i don't know how to calm you down. i was just as confused, concerned and just scared as you are right now. but if it helps, nothing changes. i am working this case and i will leave again. you won't notice anything you don't have to care about me..well us"

he moved slowly and he was all over the place. he just looked at you and back down at your belly and back up at you. "i'm sorry i don't know what to say.." he whispered out and shook his head. "i never thought i'd find myself in a situation like this.."

you couldn't help, but laugh. "well..me neither" you confirmed and sat down next to him.

a small smile formed on his lips. "it's not like i never thought about it. it's just that..you know this life.."

you cut sam off and took his hands into yours. "you don't have to explain anything sam. i know just exactly what you mean. nonetheless it is what it is right now."

you just nodded and squeezed his hands tightly. once again he looked at your belly.

"what month..? i am not able to..you know, see the belly." he explained a bit insecure.

"the 4th month. i am just pretty good at hiding it.." you smiled and looked down at yourself. you pulled the dress a bit tighter and a tummy made itself noticeable. a whole lot of emotions overcame you and even though it felt completely wrong you loved it. you loved being pregnant, you loved sharing this with sam and him being the father. there was no way out no and to your surprise you didn't even wanted a way out. it was the part of you, you fought with for the longest time. being so naïve and weak to believe, you were able to live a normal life, but there you were. pregnant and full of hope.

his eyes widened a bit and he looked back up at you again. "that seems so..unreal." he mumbled more to himself.

"it has been a lot. i feel like we should rest and..you know let it sit." gently you stroke the back of his hand with your thumb and smiled.

"yeah you're right.." he agreed and simply pulled you into his arms again. "i do wanna care about..both of you y/n" he whispered against your temple and kissed it.

the first shock was over after a few weeks. you stayed with them for a while since the goal to lock away the darkness wasn't as easy. you and cas, aswell as dean grew together like friends and it felt like everything worked out for once. dean still didn't knew it was sam's baby, that was just one thing both of you weren't willing to share to anyone. it was just another day which passed and you got ready for bed. after having the talk with sam, the two of you needed a bit of space, adjusting to everything and haven't really had much time together. tonight was going to be different since dean and cas decided to work a case a few hours drive away from the bunker.

throughout the day you still hid your baby belly since you still felt very insecure showing it too much. you were used to only see it in bed or when you were alone. you knew it wouldn't work out forever, but you did as long as you could. wearing baggy sweaters or dresses most of the time. so you pulled another hoodie over your head and before you were able to leave your room, you heard a knock.

"come in!" you said and sat onto the bed.

sam came in, with a cup of tea in his hand and placed it on the nightstand. joining you on the bed.

"how are you feelin?" he asked and reached for your hand. holding your hand in his and slowly but gently massaging it.

"well i can tell the baby is growing.. i can feel my back and my feet, but it's fine" you explained and relaxed your hand in his grip.

"i know..we didn't have much time to ourselves lately, but..cas and dean are out and we have some time for ourselves. may i see the belly..?" sam asked a bit insecure. "if you don't feel comfortable, that's fine! i just..i just really wanna feel the baby i guess.." he explained and had a hard time finding the right words. you could tell it was burning deep down in him and of course you wouldn't deny his plea.

you carefully took you hand out of his grip and leaned back against the headboard of the bed. taking the seem of the hoodie into your fingers you slowly liftet it up, revealing the babybelly to him. sam's eyes followed every little move you made and when he saw the belly his eyes got a bit watery. you took his hand into yours and placed it gently on your belly. his big hands covered half of your small belly and you felt the warmth of his skin against yours. goosebumps covered your whole body and even to yourself this was a huge moment.

his hand gently pressed against your belly and a smile formed on his lips. "gosh..that's my baby.." he mumbled in fascination and switched his gaze from your tummy to you.

you smiled at him and rested your hand on top of his. his face got closer and you put your other hand onto his cheek. he closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you gently. you kissed him back and melted into the kiss. finally feeling completely at piece for once. all the worry and anxiety shifted off your shoulders for once and you were present. not worried about the future. it was just sam, the baby and you.

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ananke-xiii · 1 month ago

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SPN Comparisons with novels, tragedies, myths and other stories that I don't totally vibe with:

"Widower arc" and Romeo and Juliet: I feel like this one is a slippery slope. As I've said, I see the theme and the movie reference but I've found out a more compelling way to see that arc, a way that's profoundly related to Dean and Castiel alone which I find more interesting. Cause if you agree with the Romeo and Juliet of it all in "Advanced Thanatology" then you will also see it in "Red Meat" where we even have Billie as a reaper to complete the death theme. Which means you either acknowledge that both Sam and Castiel serve as Juliets to Dean's Romeo and/or acknowledge that Dean's suicidal tendencies have nothing to do with a specific character per se but with the idea that Dean can't find meaning in himself without someone else. And I tend to agree with the latter because, for instance, "Regarding Dean" is, to me, precisely about that: everybody is regarding Dean but how does he regard himself? I don't see the episode as sad as many people do, I think it's actually hopeful in the sense that Dean accepts the fact that he needs to work on himself, takes responsibility for his past and decides he wants to move on. It's a rather positive episode although it is bittersweet like every moment of growth is.

Romeo and Juliet is pertinent to Crowley and Dean as well: Juliet's Crowley's pet just like Dean was the domesticated "Queen" Crowley wanted to rule Hell with. A queen whose death he had a hand in and who resurrected transformed into the Queen of the Underworld, a title which Dean rejects. This time the association is indeed sad, just as Crowley and Dean's summer of love is. If the comparison must be done, spn writers seem to say, it will not be about the commercialized, uncritical romantic idea of love associated with the play.

Finally I don't like the comparison because Cas, Sam and Juliet the Hellhound (lol) didn't fake-die voluntarily, not just straight-up died to avoid something or escape from something. They unfortunately succumbed to their opponent and this is no small detail that can be ignored, imo ( I love symbols and evocative images but I am also a very literal person, I know, I am a living contradiction, blame my sun squaring my moon).

Castiel as Don Quixote: if anything Metatron is the kind of guy Cervantes makes fun of in the Don Quixote. It's him who uses literature as escapism and it's him who wants to write a story where he is the hero because he wants to walk in Cas' trenchcoat. Metatron's windmills were a bit more real because Heaven did have a beef with him, still he had to go ahead with that, admittedly funny, "X" façade that literally nobody asked for. Metatron implicitly comparing Cas to Don Quixote in s10 revelas more about him than Cas (Metatron was, after all, the main character of "Meta fiction", an episode where he literally creates illusions for Cas to believe).

s6 Dean and Cas as Orpheus and Eurydice: I don't see it at all. Apart from that one shot where Dean turns and Cas is still in the holy fire cycle the parallels don't parallel like at all. It's visually nice because it shows how Dean is still conflicted after everything they've been through and the whole Godstiel's arc will indeed change his relationship with Cas forever. But, like, I don't see Orpheus's myth at play at all.

Sam and/or Dean as Christ figure and/or sacrificial lamb and/or scapegoat: now this is where I have to come out as born and raised Roman Catholic cause this is all about redemption and salvation and, from what I've gathered, Protestants have it worse. I still need time to process all this but I suspect there is something at play that doesn't add up. Christ, lamb and goat all have in common one thing among many: the concept of sin. Specifically the concept of humans as sinful creatures that must be redeemed. Now, this is not Christ's sin or the lamb's, they act as conduit for the salvation of others. So here's my problem with these symbols in SPN: what's the sin in this story? I mean, the original human sin that must be redeemed? It seems to me that both Sam and Dean don't redeem other people, don't really save other people but themselves. They sacrifice themselves to redeem themselves of what they think it's their sin. It's, again, the family business: hunting things and saving people which basically means killing monsters and save people from death and apocalypse but not sin. How can one character be a Christ figure if all they(try/want to) redeem is only their own (perceived) sin? And how does a Christ figure prevent the Apocalypse while Christ himself very much brings it about? Is Apocalypse the sin? But then it's the angels' or god's sin, not the people's. Christ and the apocalypse are very much connected by the concept of resurrection but characters like Sam and Dean very much stops at the symbolical crucifixion/sacrifice aspect of Christ story. They went very close in s13 with the Second Coming of Sam Winchester via Lucifer's grace in Apocalypse world (!!!!) but it really stopped there.

Now I enter a story pov not a religious one but there is the whole "willingness" towards sacrifice that must be studied, really, cause no lamb or goat actually wanted to get killed (I personally would argue Christ too with the whole "my god why have you forsaken me"). They got CHOSEN and here we are again with the "destiny vs free will". Grrrr.

It seems to me that there's a certain "cult of death" at play throughout all 15 seasons of SPN which makes me think that I really need to get my hands on Eco's essays about heroism and fascism.

Okay my brain hurts now but I'm sure I've got more somewhere.

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lutawolf · 2 years ago

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Between Us Episode 8 Commentary and Review

Happy holidays guys!!! I hope each of you are having an amazing day. I was up super late, so forgive me if I'm spazzy during this commentary. For those not familiar with me. You can check out my master list here. Also, don't forget to head offer to Coconuts Mafia and check out the other BL content providers. There are several of us who like to keep you guys entertained.

Without further ado. Let's do this.

This is fucking relatable. I envy those who studied and never had this thought. It's no fucking wonder you can't sleep on your bed if you're eating chips on it! Crumbs on the bed. Just ew. No.

Opens door. Tone says you suck, then the bag of snacks come out. Why I do love you... Not gonna lie. My daughter and I are the same way. "You're not you when you're hungry." That smile on Win's face, so cute. Ahhh, listen to that Dom voice. Hand stopping Team from going any further. Voice commanding, not asking or even telling, but commanding. Whiny brat comes out, but we are merely amused. I'm so dead. "You're so dumb." 🤣🤣🤣

When has a pillow ever saved you, Team? Name one time. Go ahead. I'll wait. Then calling Win out. "How you want to get paid?" We got questions and we need answers. Forehead kisses! That pillow did nothing, Team. Nothing at all. Next time, wack him. I mean, you'll be punished for it, but I'm okay with that. Team, did you really ask that? I know you're insecure and last episode didn't help with that, but you're dumb. Well that was about as clear as mud Win, thank you for that.

These two dorks. Bee and Prince. PrinceB. So fucking special.

Win tells him that they are taking the bike. No argument from Team. Even though it's a product placement. It's a cute moment. Love the peace sign. Not Win demanding a check kiss! So cute! Look at that smile! I really enjoy that we only see this side of Win with Team. It shows just how special Team is to Win. I'm sentimentally attached to the colors red and blue. Which is saying something because I hate the color blue.

Team once again being relatable. Ladies and gents, the award goes to Drama king Team and Drama Queen Manow. OMG!!! He posted pictures! I'm so dead. I fucking love the sub trio. They are hilarious.

Blue and red! Ahhhhh. Now you give him encouragement instead of calling him dumb. After the exam! smh. Look at him, waiting to hear where Team is sleeping tonight. Then getting all happy about it. So cute! Yeah, so Team does not have a praise kink. He actually gets embarrassed with it, which is why you see him pushing Team on. There are brats like that. Especially those more comfortable being degraded. Which Team clearly is.

You only believe half of it Team!? No! He likes the idea of it. Win coming in with the logic. 🤣🤣🤣 He can't help it. It's how his brain works. Sweet baby Jezebel, it's a pain in the ass. OMG!!! I'm loving Team's reaction. He just giggles while Win side eyes him. Love It!!!

That's right, baby boy! Question why he has hemp rope, and let all pray it's for the reasons that we hope. Though, hemp rope that frayed would be awful! Like painful, uncomfortable, and break. Just say no to craft hemp rope. There is softer rope that will still give you the feel you're looking for and will hold up better. With a hell of a lot less aftercare, too. Actually, here, let me just give you the link. Ropes are a really fun, even if you don't want to tie someone up. I have friends who've really enjoyed learning knots.

Okay, so back to the show. We left off with Team thinking he had it to tie him up. Sadly, we find out that was not true. Fucking teases. The red thread is for little boys like Dean and Pharm. So dead! HAHAHA!!!

Hey dumbasses, I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be the pinky and not the whole body. Wait! Why am I complaining? This is what I wanted! NVM, please continue.

Awe, they're at Win's house. Here comes the parents. OH, NO Win! Calling him a junior. There goes the fucker with something stuck up his ass. And not in a fun way either! Though... One could argue that anything STUCK up the ass wouldn't be fun. In any way.

Super stressful situation, but let's all take a minute to enjoy how Win commanded Team to take Wiew out. And how, Team just did it. Yay, daddy, don't piss off the kid that can actually run circles around you running your business. I love, love, that Wiew feels comfortable talking to Team about his issues. I really respect that Team isn't trying to give advice right away here. He isn't interrupting, he's just listening. Letting Wiew talk about his issues and concerns. Sometimes, that's more needed than an actual solution to the problem.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Damn. First calling him a junior and then asking if Win is dating someone. This family knows how to score a direct hit. I'm actually enjoying the frank father son talk.

Omg, why is it so salt. "My hand." dead. I'm so dead. Because they are not dead like me. How could they miss it. Look at the ABC gang coming in with the good advice.

See. Team is not into the praise kink. Win tells him good job, and he's like eh. That's actually very typical in someone with low self-esteem. This can be due to abuse, trauma, or even ADHD. Praise kinks aren't as common as one might think. More like, Doms give praise until a sub gets used to it and then begins to enjoy it. I praise like nobodies business both here, in real life, and with my kids. Don't believe me, ask my daughter. No, I also have a degrading kink, but that's with my husband. And even that is done with a balance of praise. Which is actually what we see with Win. A very good balance of degrading and praising. Which would be why you might miss his degrading kink if not paying attention.

Are you seeing it now that I've pointed it out? How many of you are now going to rewatch it to catch it? Raise of hands in the comment section. Notice that Team isn't fighting the degrading like he does being praised. Win just realized that Team can memorize anything he deems important. Win, I mean this with the utmost affection. You're a slut and I love you for it. But seriously, did they throw in a lion sound effect? WTF.

Hia, I can't talk so here, let me show you. So fucking cute. He got a B!!! Shut up, Manow!! 🤣🤣🤣 By the way, I think I'm fucking up the spelling of these names. You should see me, when I write my stories I have a notebook of everyone's names next to me. But do I do it when writing these? Hell to the nah.

The eye blinking sound effects. SMH. Haha, she went to see the lights. He got a B! Do you guys see it? Hmmm? He wants a prize! I fucking love it! A ROOM KEY!!! See sneak in of the praise kink. He did it while he was so happy that he didn't fight him. He's starting to get used to it now.

Their smiles talking about the Christmas lights and Team cheering!! So fucking cute!!!

Well that's all folks! Hope you've had an amazing day and got all your wishes granted. 💜💜💜

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bustyasianbeautiespod · 1 month ago

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Episode 102 Transcript: #LetSamSpeak

[intro guitar music]

G: Hello! It's Grey.

C: Hello! It's Crystal.

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

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

G: Both Asian! For today's episode we are discussing Season 5, Episode 20: "The Devil You Know," written by Ben Edlund, directed by Robert Singer. And of course there is a Robert Singer zoom in this one, and I didn't know it was a Robert Singer episode, and then I saw that zoom, and I was like, "Ah. There he is."

C: Wait. What where was this in?

G: It was like when after that scene in the elevator, and Crowley beat the fuck up out of that demon, and then Dean was like, "Wait. I was the bait?" [laughs] and it like, zooms in on his face. [C laughs] And then Crowley goes like, "Yeah. I mean, the look on your face," and it zooms in on him, and I was like, "Hi, Robert."

C: Hi, Robert!

G: This episode, it's fine. [laughs]

C: Yeah. I had a fun time when Crowley was on screen, and the rest of the time when they were trying to do something with Sam [both laughing] but Jared Padalecki couldn't act, you know, that was also there.

G: First off, I love Crowley. Love him! [C: Yeah.] He's wonderful. He's wonderful to watch.

C: You've been professing hatred for him for like, five seasons.

G: I know! So this is like, life-changing for me. I don't- I think maybe I was too Cas-pilled back in the day, and I was like, pitting two queens against each other or whatever. [C: Right.] Because I was like, "If Crowley is being the third lead, then Cas is busy not being the third lead, so one way or the other."

C: Crowley's like the fifth brother.

G: [laughs] Crowley is like- At some point, I think-

C: No. Really?

G: [laughing] No, no! No no no. No, I just mean like, I think Crowley is like, a relative- a family friend, you know, that like- I mean, Bobby is more of a fifth brother than Crowley is, I think. [laughs]

C: No, Bobby's like a father to them! [G laughs] Bobby's the second dad.

G: No, you know how like, in fucking Interview With the Vampire- I forget all their names.

C: Which you haven't seen, yes. What?

G: You know how their daughter calls Lestat "Uncle Lestat" or "Uncle Les" or whatever.

C: Yeah. The daughter? Say her name. Say her name, Grey.

G: [laughing] I forgot her name! [C: What?] [laughing] What's her name? I completely forgot!What's her name?

C: How do you not-? There was a month where the only thing I Peached was "Claudiaaaa" [laughs] over and over.

G: I was thinking her name's Clara, but like, that's from Doctor Who.

C: That is from Doctor Who.

G: So yeah, Claudia.

C: Yeah. Claudia calls Lestat "Uncle Les" sometimes, but mostly just in like, Season 1, Episode 4, yeah.

G: Yeah, that's the way Crowley is related to Sam and Dean. [C laughs] Like, that's Uncle Crowley. From Bobby is what I'm saying. Like, are you seeing my vision? [laughing]

C: Okay, wait. So Cobby is real-

G: But that's fucked up because Drowley is real. So yeah.

C: Drowley's real. Cram is also real. I think Crowley just kind of has chemistry with everybody.

G: Yeah, I mean, do you think the portrayal of Crowley is homophobic? I think he's slaying! I think we shouldn't pit that against a queen who's slaying. [C laughs] But like, also, like, maybe we should.

C: I mean, probably? Probably? Like, probably it is. But like, I feel like I don't have the right context. I feel like I haven't watched enough TV from this era to really understand what the tropes that go into creating, like, a homophobic queer character are.

G: Yeah. I mean, he's so fun. [C: Yes.] And I know that I spent my whole life prior saying that I hate Crowley, but like, he's great! [laughs] He really is. I think he brings in so much drama, and like, just fun to the screen that none of the other characters do. I think, you know-

C: Yeah, all the other characters are tightwads.

G: Yeah, like, the way I think I've said in the past that Cas brings kind of like a gravitas or like a, you know, something like that on screen, especially in Season 4. That like, the opposite is true for Crowley. He's a powerful, serious character, but what he brings the most is like, levity. Like, fucking unclench! You know how Dean was like, "Uh, you killed those humans!" and it's like, if they were demons, you would have killed them, and there would be people in there too that you would kill. [C: Yeah.] Like, fucking unclench, dude! [both laugh] And I don't know. I think that's fun. Well, the other important thing about this episode is allegedly Brady, who I don't remember at all, and I never cared about.

C: What? [G laughs] Okay.

G: We had this conversation before!

C: Someone has never read genfic that's Sam POV from Stanford era, I see.

G: Yeah. Don't really care. Don't really care, honestly. I don't care! [laughs] Is that fine? I feel like I'm betraying the Samgirls.

C: You might be.

G: In this episode, it's like, boring as fuck, too. Like, who give a shit?

C: Yeah, I think that the Brady of fandom is a lot more interesting than the Brady that we see here. [G: Yeah.] Like, he's literally blond. Who cares?

G: He's literally blonde. He looks like that guy from Merrily. I just have no recollection of his name.

C: Franklin Shepard?

G: Yeah, what's his real name? Jonathan Groff. [laughs]

C: He does not look like Jonathan Groff. [G: I think he looks like Jonathan Groff!] He looks more similar to the Chocolate Factory production of Merrily’s Franklin Shepard. [G: No.] I would say.

G: No, he looks like Jonathan Groff, and-

C: Don't know about that. I'm gonna look at his face again.

G: I did not expect Brady to look like Jonathan Groff! I was so surprised! I mean, it makes sense. Sam did go to Stanford. I always forget. Like, of course he's not-

C: Is it about the texture of his skin?

G: He's like, a bit doughy.

C: Sure. I mean, I guess he looks more, like, Jonathan Groff than like, any white guy that you pick off the street, [G laughs] but I still wouldn't say that he looks like Jonathan Groff.

G: Well, you know. [laughs]

C: Not a lot of white guys for you to pick off the street, I suppose.

G: Yeah, I haven't seen a lot of white guys, honestly. That's probably not true. I probably have seen a lot of white guys.

C: It's true. You've watched House M.D. They have a new patient each week, and like, maybe 30% of the time or more, it's a white guy?

G: Yeah, or like, a white person with a guy in there. [laughs] [C: What?] Like, it will be like, a white patient who is not a guy but like, there's gonna be a husband or a brother.

C: Yeah, okay, okay. Got it. [both laugh]

G: Well. What did you know about the episode?

C: Yeah, I feel like any more detailed things, we can say during the episode.

G: Yeah, what did you know about this episode before you went in?

C: All I have down is "no clue, apparently Crowley's here. I assume that they are meeting Pestilence and Episode 21 will be Death." And they didn't even meet Pestilence on screen, [laughs] so I knew nothing.

G: So like, you didn't know about Brady also.

C: I knew about Brady. I didn't know he was gonna be in this episode. I sorta assumed he would come in in a later season.

G: So like, you also didn't know the context in which Brady would exist.

C: I mean, I knew that he was gonna be a demon and that, like, he would be tied up when he and Sam met.

G: You know what I feel like about Brady? He feels like-

C: They just threw him in here for no reason. Sam had a friend from Season 1, Episode 1 [G: Yeah.], and it wasn't this guy. He's never mentioned this guy before. Like literally, it's just they just made up a guy for them to say "Sam's so angry" about.

G: Yeah. And like, it's just so in your face. Like, "Sam, how can you control the devil [C laughing] when you can't even control your anger at-" and shit, like, it's so stupid! Also like, what I'm saying is, it feels like "Jump the Shark" this episode where- or like, not "Jump the Shark," I guess. The second episode Adam is in where they just introduce Adam just 'cause. It feels like Chuck was like, "Ugh, I didn't know that they'll hold out this long. Let's introduce some bullshit to make the story interesting." And now Adam is here and now Brady is here. But like, prior to this, there's no like, existence for these characters.

C: Yeah, Sam has multiple Stanford friends that we've met already. There's like, the two from "Skin" also. Yeah, it just doesn't- it's weird. It's weird. He should have been mentioned before if they were planning this.

G: You know what it also feels like? You know in Season 9- You don't. [C: I don't.] But you know in Season 9 when Gadreel was revealed, and Cas is like, "Oh my god! It's Gadreel! [C laughs] He's the guy who let Lucifer into Eden, and that's why we hate him, and he locked him in the Cage forever!" [both laugh] It feels like Brady. Like, yeah, Brady is the guy who introduced Sam to Jess, and that's why we hate him and we need to lock him up forever! Like, what? [laughs] [C: Yeah.] It's kinda corny.

C: I think I'd be less annoyed if they didn't make it all dramatic, like, "Oh, Sam can't see this because him and Brady? They got history." And it's like, that only works if we've already heard of him before. I think that if Crowley didn't know and then Sam came in, and then that was the reveal and the surprise, it would feel less shoehorned in.

G: Yeah. Because now, it feels like- When Crowley returned, I was half expecting him to be like, "Yeah, I left you alone on purpose. Like, I did all that on purpose." [C: Yeah.] But like, apparently not. Why? It's bullshit. And I don't know. Why can't Sam just be like, "Oh my god! It's Brady!" And then that's it?

C: Yeah, I don't think anything was added by Crowley being like, "No, Dean, Sam mustn't see this." And the next scene being like, "Hi, Sam. Dean said you had to see this, even though I didn't want him to." What was that for?

G: No, you know what they were trying to do? What they were trying to do was, one, make a point of "here's people believing that Sam can't control himself, but he can." And then point number two is like, "Dean trusts Sam." [C: Who GAF?] So those are the points they're trying to make. It's just they're so terribly made. Like, they tried to do this the other way, and it worked. In 5.18. But like, now it's here, and it's like, "What the fuck are we doing? Ben Edlund, what are you doing?"

C: I don't know. He was so excited about having a character be able to say the f-slur on TV [G: For real.] that he forgot to write the rest of the episode until the night before.

G: He does say "fag" this episode.

C: Yeah, Crowley does. He can reclaim. Not because he's queer, but [both] because he's British.

G: Love that.

C: I mean, that's the in-episode justification.

G: No, it really is, though! [laughs] And I love that for him. Honestly, I'd say I also didn't understand why Sam was trying to kill him. Like, why is Sam so mad? I feel like that's fake. Like, that's not real. Sam DGAF.

C: I mean, they say quite explicitly in the episode that like, Sam can't trust demons because of Ruby.

G: No, no, I just mean like, why are they blaming Crowley for Jo and Ellen's Death?

C: 'Cause the Colt didn't work, and he told them where to go?

G: I know, but like, it's an honest mistake! [both laughing] I'm on Crowley's side. [laughs] I'm fully on Crowley's side. I don't give a fuck about these Winchester boys.

C: He didn't really act like he meant it when he said it was an honest mistake. I think it's still up for interpretation whether or not he did-

G: [laughing] No, it was an honest mistake! [both laughing] I'm right.

C: Why don't we say how we feel about every scene in order, instead of talking about the episode? [both laughing]

G: Okay, well, let's talk about the episode.

G: First off, there's a "Then" sequence that starts with Jess, and I was a little bit shocked and surprised. What do they do in the "Then" sequence? It's mostly Jess, right? Like, it starts with Jess-

C: I'm sure Crowley is also there.

G: - And then Crowley, and then, like, I think, you know, just trying to establish the Four Horsemen and the rings. Well, we start the episode with like, some dudes in a lab, and they're talking about how the pharmaceutical company wants to release the vaccine or wants to test it or whatever, but like, it's not yet weady! [C laughs] Blah blah blah, and they're complaining about it. And then the janitor is secretly a demon, and then locks them inside, and then injects swine flu in one guy, and then- No! Injects Croatoan on one guy and then locks them in there, and then the one guy kills the second guy. RIP!

C: Yeah. And it is a "Black character dies first" classic Supernatural move. [G: Yeah.] Yikes. Yeah. Is there no FDA in this universe? I know the explanation is just that they have a demon at the FDA, and like, it's the same demon for the swine flu vaccine as Turducken in Season 6, I'm sure. [laughs] [G: Love that.] But like, I just would appreciate them mentioning having a demon at the FDA because they're currently acting like a company can just release a vaccine and hospitals will just start giving it out with, like, no oversight whatsoever.

G: Yeah. I mean, this was in 2010. I'm assuming there was already some forms of vaccine hesitation at the time. Also because they already did an episode about a mom who doesn't want her kid to be vaccinated in House M.D. at this point.

C: Oh, real! I mean, when did that study come out?

G: I think it was like, either late 90s or very early 2000s.

C: [typing] Yeah, 1998. So Sam and Dean are interviewing a doctor in a town where there's been a big outbreak of swine flu, and they're asking, you know, their usual Winchester questions. Are the people infected displaying homicidal tendencies? They mention to each other that this started in this town "the same time those statues started crying." [laughs]

G: Yeah. And the doctor was like, "What the fuck does that mean?" And instead of being like, "Oh, there are some things we can't talk about. We use code words or whatever." they're just like, "Noo! Why would we say that?"

C: "We're not crazy!" Yeah, right. So the doctor's like, "What the fuck ever. Go away. Just get us some vaccines." In the Impala, they're on the phone with Bobby. He just says that, I guess, provides some context that Pestilence has hit four towns so far, giving them swine flu. None of them have any clue how to find him, but he's heading east from West Nevada. And then Crowley appears in the backseat!

G: And says-

C: And says, "Say, I've got an idea." And- sorry, were you gonna try to do the accent?

G: Do you want to do the accent?

C: No.

G: Well, let's not!

C: But you're an- Sorry. When I started talking, you started talking. I was like, "Oh, does Gray want to do the line [G: No.] because he's a great lover of the British accent?" [laughs]

G: I'm a moderate lover of the British accent.

C: You're right. I'm sorry. So yeah, Dean swerves, and Sam tries to stab Crowley.

G: Stab him! [laughs] And he stabs like, the chair, right? [C: Yeah.] Love that.

C: 'Cause Crowley's disappeared, and where he has reappeared to is right outside of the Impala, where he says, "Fancy a fag and a chat?"

G: Love that.

C: Ben Edlund, congratulations. [laughs] I don't know. I just know that Ben Edlund was so excited to do it, and also to be like, "And Crowley is vaguely gay this whole episode, too! Tee-hee!" So they get out of the car, and Sam's really mad, because this is an episode about how Sam is really mad.

G: So mad!

C: Also, he's not in it that much.

G: It's just that Jared Padalecki is kind of a bad actor when it comes to-

C: He's like, really bad at acting. Is he always this bad?

G: No, I think it's specifically this kind of emotion where it's like, he's supposed to show anger. He's like, horrible at it! [C: Yeah.] Like, anger and exasperation. Those are the top terribly-acted Sam Winchester emotions.

C: Maybe this is exactly how Jared Padalecki's face and voice sounded like before he beat up those people at that bar. [G laughs] Like, maybe he's being real right now. [G: Yeah.] No, it's it's very exaggerated. You don't look at his face and think, "Sam is angry." You look at his face and say, "The directors and writers told Jared Padalecki, 'Sam is angry.'" [G: Yeah.] He's angry at Crowley because he gave them the Colt, and it didn't work, and he believes that Crowley did so knowingly, and he's especially upset about how Jo and Ellen died during that mission. Which, like, I do think it's something Sam should care about, but the issue is that we never saw him care about it before. [both laugh] Like, not once? So-

G: The thing is, whenever they try to do something with Sam specifically, they kind of isolate it episode per episode. So like-

C: Yeah, like, it never works because there's no foundation for it. Because when Jo and Ellen died, it was one episode of Dean crying and looking at a picture in the fire, only Dean, and then another episode where Sam tells Dean like, in "Sam, Interrupted" or something, like, "Man, I know you've been really depressed this month because Jo and Ellen died or whatever, but you gotta pick yourself up, man!" Like, no part of that indicates that Sam gave a single shit, even though I know, like, logically, he would if he was a person. But like, he's not, so. [laughs]

G: Yeah, this is follow-through to something that was never established.

C: Yeah. And Dean DGAFed during this whole scene. Crowley also DGAF. Well, when Sam accuses him of knowing about the Colt not working, Crowley goes, "I never!" [laughs] So fun. [G: So true.] Yeah, so he tries to kill Crowley again, and then Crowley tells Dean, "Call your dog off, please." And number one, I think I hauve Covid. Number two, Cram is real! Crowley says that he can get them Pestilence, and Dean's willing to listen, and Sam just keeps going like, "Shut up, shut up! He's lying," etc. So they do hear him out. I don't know. What is the information he delivers? That he's in big trouble from Lucifer 'cause Lucifer knows that he wants him dead. Right. He's not telling them about Pestilence. They keep going like, "Tell us about Pestilence," and he goes, "No. They burnt down my house! [both] They ate my tailor!" Iconic! He mentions that it's very dangerous to be talking to them, especially under this streetlight, which he then explodes. Crowstiel is real. And then he says that he'll tell them about Pestilence and the Horseman rings if they come with him to his house.

G: Yeah. And Sam and Dean keep on being surprised that Crowley knows shit, and he's like, "Whatever. Who give a shit?" He's so real. Also, you know, we've said this before, but like, Crowley has a cadence really where he would start screaming in the middle of the sentence. Love it! I think it is really the thing that brings the character to life. It's just such a fun thing for him to be and do. And it really- This is like, the part where I was saying that like, he brings some form of levity to the scenes where he's just so entertaining to watch! So even if he's angry or serious or whatever, it's still entertaining, just on an a "I'm watching television to be entertained" kind of way, and it's great! It is also just fun to see Sam and Dean shouted at. [laughs] Like, they are kind of annoying, so.

C: They are.

G: So they return to this place where- It's an abandoned house. Crowley comes in. He's complaining that like, "Oh, there's just single-pane glass" and etc etc. And Dean's like, "Okay, I don't give a fuck. How do you know about the rings?" And he says that "I track you and Sam." And Sam’s like, “Well, no, you can't, because we have hex bags." And he was like, "Ah, you see, you have a powerful device, but [both laughing] I have an even more powerful device!" because he has a magic coin.

C: "Um, my gun can shoot lasers and penetrates any shield, so-"

G: "Actually, my gun can kill God! So like, who give a shit?" [C: Yeah.] Love Supernatural and this whole thing that they do where, if you have a powerful thing, you can just have a more powerful thing to combat the powerful thing. [C: Yeah.] It's so wonderful. Anyway, apparently, he has been listening to everything that happens in the car. And I was like, "Is that the reason why they watched that video in the car?" To tie this up? [C: Probably.] To be like, "Crowley heard it. Crowley heard Gabriel say it because they propped that fucking laptop on top of the Impala." Okay, so Crowley says that what they ought to do is to look for the guy who is helping the Horsemen. [both laugh] Which is incredibly funny, of course, because, you know, we have the angel who let Lucifer into the garden, we have the demon who introduced Sam to Jess, and we have the demon who is helping the Horsemen be Horsemen. And the last two of those are even the same person! [C: Wow!] Dean immediately asks if they're gonna torture the guy, and Crowley's like, "No! I'm like, more sophisticated than that, Dean!" And Crowley says that he's going to sell him as in, like, close a deal on the demon so that he'll say his secrets.

C: Maybe that's part of why they killed Zachariah. Like, only one businessman per Supernatural episode.

G: Yeah, perhaps.

C: Crowley is a lot more fun than Zachariah. Good choice.

G: Honestly, I was kind of disappointed that Crowley let the dude die. [C: Yeah.] I know that Brady was supposed to die for Sam's character development, [both laughing] but like- It's for his growth! I feel like Crowley kind of made a deal, right? So like, he should stick to it? But I guess he didn't really make a deal that you'll live. He was like, "I'll let you go." And technically, he did. But I think later on in the show, that becomes a more clear-cut Crowley trade where he is a dealer, and he commits to it. I think maybe they just haven't found their footing yet this early on with Crowley. [C: Yeah.] But yeah.

C: Also, he's just not a good negotiator.

G: Who? Crowley?

C: He talks to Brady for like, two minutes, and he's like, "Alright. I'm gonna go try something else." And that something else does work, but like, I don't know, I think he should have been able to crack him more at first go.

G: No, I think it's fun. I'm gonna defend his skills. He's fine. I mean, he did convince him. [C: Yes.] So, you know.

C: But like, his point is like, that "I-" I don't know. In the past, did he do crossroads deals or something?

G: I think so, yeah.

C: He did. We saw him do that.

G: He's the King of the Crossroads.

C: Yeah. But like, none of that involves manipulating the circumstances of the person's life, you know? I feel like this whole going and slaughtering a demon nest-

G: Special circumstances. Special circumstances. [C laughs] I mean, he does that later with Bobby.

C: What does he do with Bobby?

G: He gets a deal out of Bobby?

C: Yes. Without altering the circumstances of his life. Yeah, I don't know. I just feel like he was introduced to me as a character with a specific skill set, and that skill set wasn't put on proper display in his negotiation with Brady.

G: Yeah, that's the thing about writing clever characters. You have to be clever as a writer, too. [C: Uh-huh.] And- I'm not going to insult Ben Edlund. So I will shut the fuck up.

C: Well, I will. I don't think he's smart!

G: Ben Edlund? Yeah. Well, you said it. [C laughs]

C: I did.

G: Yeah. I think they'll they'll do better with Crowley in the future.

C: Alright.

C: So we go back to- Neevius? Neigh-vius? Nih-vius? whatever. The pharmaceutical company that we saw in the cold open. And Brady is clearly some kind of boss guy, and he's in a meeting, and he's yelling at people about how they need this vaccine to come out, now! "It's called demand, people! Now supply!" He also has a line about how like, "Oh, you're doing your best? Well then, do the best of somebody better!" Pretty fun, I think. [G: Yeah.] This is what Succession is in my brain.

G: Yeah. Supernatural really has so much fun with the evil corpo thing. [laughs] Like, they have set their mind on what an evil corporation looks like, and they've committed to it, and they will commit to it further in the show.

C: Yeah. Yep. So the person who objected to rolling out the vaccine so early meets Brady in his office later, and Brady chats him up a bit and then slits his throat into a chalice in order to communicate to Pestilence the way that we saw Meg do to that driver in Season 1. [G: Yeah.] And we don't hear Pestilence talk. There's a fly that comes out of the chalice that communicates for him, I suppose. And he's just like, "Things are great. It's gonna happen. But there are a few, like, setbacks, blah blah blah." He goes, "I'm doing my best." and the fly buzzes at him, and he says, "Yes, sir. The best of someone better." Slay!

G: Love that.

C: Yeah. Meanwhile, in the house, Sam's still on his "Don't trust Crowley" kick, and Crowley's like, "Okay, let's head out to the pharma company," and "Only Dean, though. Only Dean."

G: Yeah. Only Dean, Sam left behind.

C: Yeah. And when Sam asks why, he says, "Because I don't like you, I don't trust you, and, oh yeah. [both] You keep trying to kill me!" [G laughs] A slay.

G: You know, the thing is, this episode really leans into the "Sam was accused of, you know, teaming up with the demon, and how that's the worst, most evil thing he can do. But Dean is doing it now, Bobby's gonna do it later, and it's portrayed as fine, and Sam feels angry about it, and Sam feels like it's unfair, blah blah blah!" It's also just so terribly acted that I cannot! [C laughs] I cannot interface with it generously, you know?

C: Yeah. It's an interesting thing to do regarding the Sam and Ruby stuff, but I also feel like they don't actually interface with it exactly in the way that you're expressing it.

G: Yeah. At some point later-

C: Because he's not angry at Dean about it, and I feel like he should be angry at Dean about it, but he's only angry at Crowley.

G: Yeah, later, at some point, Sam tells Dean, "I told you, Dean!" And Dean goes, "Yeah, yeah." And it's like, what? [C laughs] This was the crux of Season 4! Like, what do you mean "Yeah, yeah, yeah."? Like, what's that mean? [C laughs] [C: Yeah.] Crazy happening.

C: You guys, like, have killed each other over this exact situation.

G: And it's not even like a "See, they've grown as people, and they can understand." They haven't! [C laughs] There's no growth!

C: Yeah. Remember how last episode was "Hammer of the Gods," and it's completely irrelevant to anything ever?

G: Yeah.

C: Yeah, cool. [laughs] Is this supposed to follow up emotionally from 5.18 at all?

G: What do you mean?

C: Like, 5.18 is about them trusting each other or whatever.

G: Yeah, that's what I'm saying that like, this is the opposite of what that's happening. Like, in that episode, Sam trusted Dean. In this episode, Dean is supposed to trust Sam by bringing Brady in there, and that's supposed to be his message that like, "I trust you. That's why I'm bringing him here." It just doesn't work because, I don't know. It's not well-written, and it's not well-acted, and it's it's kind of goofy, and Brady is a surprise person in there, and etc etc.

C: Mm-hm. What else has Ben Edlund written? Like, I feel like I do know what else he's written, but I also don't know.

G: Can you check?

C: Yeah, okay. A lot of episodes. I guess, in reverse chronological, "My Bloody Valentine," which was also, like, a Sam after Season 4 type of episode, but I feel like was like, fine about it.

G: They lock Sam up in the room. Remember?

C: Yes, I do remember that. [laughs]

G: No like, they lock him up, like, at the end-

C: Yeah, in the motel. They chain him to- to handcuff him to the pipe of the sink.

G: No! They fucking lock him up in the panic room again!

C: Oh, at the end! Shit! You're right. Hm. Alright.

G: Ben Edlund has been weird and offputting about it.

C: Yeah, okay. He did "Abandon All Hope," where he- So he should know very well that he wrote Sam not caring [both laugh] when Jo and Ellen died. [G: Yeah.] He wrote "The End," which Sam is not in. He wrote "On the Head of a Pin," which Sam was in briefly.

G: Was about torture as well.

C: Yeah, torture, whatever. "Wishful Thinking," the worst episode of Supernatural besides all the other worst episodes of Supernatural, such as the one last week. "Monster Movie," stupid. "Ghostfacers," fun. [G: Love it!] "Malleus Maleficarum." Misogynistic. Fine? We liked Ruby in that one. "Bad Day at Black Rock."

G: Allegedly bad, but it's fine.

C: For people who don't like Sam but still want to put him in AMVs. [G laughs]

G: So true!

C: That is the only point of that episode. I mean, Bela's also there. She's fun. "Hollywood Babylon," Dean episode. "Nightshifter," [laughs] Dean's best friend that he just let go. “Simon Said," Sam episode, supposedly, and it was fine except for the misogyny.

G: [laughs] It's fine, except for the parts where it's not.

C: Yes. I don't know. Does this give you a good picture of of who he is, what he is?

G: I mean, I'm just surprised that he becomes a beloved writer after. Like, after all this.

C: I mean, "Head of a Pin" is beloved. "The End" is beloved. [G: Yeah, this is true.] "My Bloody Valentine" is beloved, "Abandon All Hope" is beloved.

G: Yeah, he has a semi-okay repertoire.

C: He's been decent, or he's been writing things that I know that other people like, and that I thought were fine or good. [G: Yeah.] Maybe he's he's just growing as a writer and a person. I mean, he is eventually gonna write 6.20. Sastiel scene of all time in that.

G: I don't think that's true. [laughs]

C: I mean, there's probably better Sastiel scenes.

G: Yeah, like the couch.

C: [laughs] Like the couch. [G laughs] So Crowley says he's only going to go with Dean, and Sam refuses. He stands his ground. He expects Dean to back him up, and Dean does for a while, but after Crowley is like, "Okay, I guess I'm gonna go!" Dean goes, "Wait." Ugh. Love the betrayal brothers. [G: Yeah.] And yeah, Dean and Crowley head out.

G: Yeah. They are waiting outside. No-

C: No no no! You forgot the scene where Sam calls Bobby, hoping that he can be like a father to him, and Bobby says, "We're coworkers"! [G laughs]

G: Literally! So Sam calls Bobby, and he's drinking and Bobby's drinking, and they're kind of commiserating with one another, except they're not. And Sam's like, "See? Dean just walked out with a demon!" And then yeah, Bobby's like, "Who gave a shit?" [both laugh] He's kinda real for that!

C: This is really so rancid. Because, like, we know, the last time Dean called Bobby about Sam talking to a demon, like, panic room happened.

G: Yeah. And also like, it kind of is like, they really thought they needed to kill Lilith or whatever back then. So as far as they're concerned, it was time to go crazy! And yeah, but like, it's fine for Dean, because that's Bobby's kid, and Sam is his coworker.

C: Yeah. I think what it really is is that Supernatural is really just making the distinction because the bad thing that Sam did was drinking the demon blood rather than- Like, the trusting Ruby part is secondary, so they like, don't really care about this Dean and Crowley thing. But well, stupid. [laughs]

G: Starts asking Bobby about the time Bobby was possessed, and how Bobby was able to take his body back and stab that demon. And I was like, "Huh! Pretty neat that they like, put that-" [C: Yeah.] I mean, obviously, that happened, but like, I didn't really connect the dot that that was like, foreshadowing in a way. [C: Yeah.] And it was! Pretty cool! [C: Pretty cool.]

G: Anyway, Bobby's like, "Why are you asking me this?" And Sam, who is still drinking, and I say that because it's kind of fundamental to the scene that they both had a few drinks in, and the way Bobby interfaces with this scene is in that way. But yeah, Sam just goes like, "Yeah, I mean, we can open the gate, you see. But what happens after? Will the devil just jump willingly?" And Sam says-

C: I don't know why Sam doesn't know about a little thing called pushing.

G: Sam says, "What if you guys lead the devil to the edge, and I jump in?" And he's like, "It's just one action. Just one thing that needs to be done. And it's like, it's just very quick." And yeah, Bobby does this speech where like, "I just talked Dean down from saying yes, and now you're going to!" And Sam is like, "Well, I mean, we can all agree to it. I'm not gonna do it like Dean was gonna do it." But yeah, Bobby's like, "No, Sam. They call it possession for a reason." And Sam says, "But I'm strong enough." And Bobby's like, "Yeah, but you have all of this anger! [C laughing] And your grief and your fear! You're not exactly Mr. Anger Management. How are you gonna control the devil when you can't even control... yourself?" [both laughing] It's just so contrived! Which is why it doesn't work!

C: Funny as fuck. it's really bad writing, like, really bad.

G: I mean, last episode, you see, Sam shouted at Dean when Dean was telling him to move faster, so he really has such anger management issues.

C: He does.

C: Dean and Crowley show up outside the pharmaceutical company, and they're scoping the place out. Crowley says that demons are on the twelfth floor, and Dean's preparing to sneak in, but Crowley just teleports inside the building and kills all the security on the first floor while Dean's running towards him, being like, "Oh my god! You killed all those people?" And Crowley's like, "Come on! Who cares?"

G: The thing is like, if when Dean was like, "Those are demons," and Crowley just goes, "Yeah," Dean would have killed them. So like, what's the complaint? Dean's a fucking asshole. [C laughing]

C: I think not killing people is better than killing people. [both laughing] Or is it?

G: I'm Team Crowley. I'm Team Crowley. Crowley all the way. Yeah. I am on his side, 100%.

C: I mean, I think it's an interesting portrayal of like, "If you team up with somebody who doesn't share your values, you should not expect them to follow them." He shoves Dean into the elevator and says like, "Hey, go up and negotiate, the way I told you to. I'm not coming." And Dean's like, "Huh? Why?" And he goes, "It's not safe up there! There's demons!" Iconic. Dean is on the twelfth floor, and he makes a dramatic entrance into Brady's office by killing a demon right outside. And he sits down to have, like, a sort of business meeting thing, and what Dean is trying to negotiate is that he's saying that he and Sam have War and Famine's rings, and Brady should come with him so they can discuss having a transaction, the rings in exchange for something else. And Brady, who's just been sitting and smirking, goes like, "Who says I want them?" Dean says, "You know. Folks?" [G laughs] [G: Love it.] So Brady's not interested in the rings at all, 'cause War and Famine are dead, so the rings don't do anything anymore. All he wants is revenge on Dean for killing those Horsemen. Then he just beats the shit out of him for a long time until Dean runs to the elevator to go back down to the first floor.

G: Yeah. And to be fair to him, his face is beautifully bloodied. They bloodied him up nice. And he peeks out. There's nobody there, and he starts, like, creeping out slowly. But then we see that Brady is still behind him and smacks him in the head, and he stumbles out. But as he's preparing to be attacked to the inch of his life, Crowley shows up and beats the fuck out of Brady. He puts like, a sack with a hex- like, with a symbol over his head and then beats the shit out of him. Later on, Crowley carves something on his torso, too, right? [C: Yes.] Like, in the car. Fun stuff! Because he's a demon, and he can do the demony things of like, flinging to walls and everything, but he's still very witchy with his approach! Wonder why! Wonder who taught him that!

C: Yeah, it's true. Surely not the hottest character in Supernatural.

G: I miss her already! I want her back so bad! And by "back," I mean in Supernatural in the future. They bring Brady to the car, and as they're there, that's when Crowley tells Dean, "We can't go to Sam, because Sam and Brady, they got history." Like, slay. Also, there's a bit where Crowley tells Dean, "Yeah, I was using you as bait!" and the reveal has Dean being like, "I can't believe you've done this!" And Crowley is like, "Yeah, but you're working with a demon, so believe it," which is also fun.

C: Sam is in the house, and he hears the Impala come back, so he goes downstairs, where Crowley's sort of blocking his entrance to the next room. And he says that he told Dean not to come back because this negotiation is delicate and Sam's gonna ruin everything. So Sam goes into the other room to ruin everything. And Dean's there, and he tells Sam that he needs to stay on mission and focused, and "I'm doing this because I trust you." I really don't know why Sam has to be involved in this. I don't know why Sam or Dean have to be involved in this at all. Like, I thought the point was that Crowley was just gonna talk to him.

G: Yeah. What they should have done is just Dean should have been outside and Crowley should have been inside, and Dean is like, "Don't go in there. Crowley's doing his thing," and that's it. We're solved!

C: Yeah. Was Crowley just like, "This sack that's covered in blood that I have to take off his head to talk to him is icky! Dean, can you do that part? And then just leave. I'll do the rest."

G: Dean's like, "Noo!" He's like, "Noo, it's so disgusting! We should get Sam to do it instead!" [C laughing]

C: Exactly. Sam goes, "Trust me to what?" And then Brady goes, "Sam? Sam, is that you?" And Dean removes the hood, and Sam recognizes him. And this is the point that the demon reveals that he's been possessing Sam's college friend Brady since the middle of sophomore year.

G: I feel like if I watched this, and I have in the past, without the context of Brady being a prominent figure in the Sam fandom, I would not give a single shit about Brady. When I watched this, and I saw Brady, and I realized it was Brady in the car, right? I was like, "Oh! It's here! It's happening!" But like, if I didn't have that context, I'd be like, "Who give a shit?" Like, this reveal? Who give a shit? She's already dead! [C laughs]

C: Yeah, it's true.

G: Is that so mean? [laughing] I mean, she is already dead.

C: I mean, it's nice having more on Sam's past or whatever. I just feel like it was done in a way where it seemed like we were supposed to know who this is, and we didn't, and we weren't supposed to know, and also, it meant nothing and was stupid. [laughs] But yeah. And Brady's mocking Sam about how like, "Oh, even back then, even in Stanford, demons were trying to control your life. How do you feel about that?" And Sam's especially upset because Brady is the one who introduced him to Jess, so he's yelling and trying to get at Brady to kill him, and Dean holds him back and shoves him out of the room. Sam keeps trying to get back in there to kill Brady, but Dean's like, "No, we, we need to get information out of him, so you can't kill him, Sam." And then this is the point where Sam's like, "Oh, Dean. Why are you trusting Crowley? Why do we trust Crowley now? Like I trusted Ruby? Or like I trusted Brady back at school?" [both laugh] It's just dumb. It's completely new information. It doesn't have any emotional weight because it has no history to it!

G: Yeah. And also, like, I mean, obviously, you didn't know, Sam. [laughs] You didn't know he was a demon. And so it's not comparable. And it's also just- everything's so stupid. I'm so sorry.

C: Yeah.

G: Yeah. Now Crowley goes into the room, and he starts talking to the guy and like, I don't know. Brady's like, "I'm not gonna tell you anything because you're on the losing side, and what will happen to you is you will get tortured to hell and back, but what will happen to me is I'll die, no matter what I do here. So I'll just die on the winning side." And Crowley is like, "Okay!" And then he goes out, [C laughs] and he tells Sam and Dean that he's gotta do something or other. He's off, and Dean goes to the washroom and washes his face, and [laughing] Sam locks him in there.

C: [laughing] It's really good.

G: Yeah. The way he does it is he just props a chair on the door, and I don't think Dean even tries the door.

C: Under the doorknob. Like, he jams it. It's not that the chair is so heavy that Dean can't open the door. [laughs]

G: No, yeah. [laughs] And Dean's just in there, like, pounding at the door, like, "Pwease, are you there, Sam? Pwease?" Sam is off to go to Brady, and they're trying to make him look menacing, but he just looks like Jared Padalecki trying to do a menacing face. [C laughs] I'm so sorry. Do you think we have people who like Jared Padalecki in our listenership?

C: I hope not.

G: I hope not. But also, I know some people are touchy about it because a lot of the times, hatred for Jared Padalecki becomes-

C: - becomes hatred for Sam.

G: - hatred for Sam. And the way people are like, "Wow, Jared really threw in his-" threw in the phone? Is that what people say? They threw the phone in?

C: He phoned it in?

G: He phoned it in. [laughs] "He really phoned it in in the later seasons, and that's why Sam is such a boring character." And people are like, "Actually, Sam is not a boring character, and Jared Padalecki is fine." But like, [laughing] he's not fine this episode! He's actually so bad this episode.

C: He's pretty bad this episode.

G: Brady is taunting him, and Sam continues the conversation from earlier, and he asks, like, "Sophomore year? Is that really it?" And Brady said, "Yeah, well, your best friend, Brady, was really such a good point of access." And Sam is like, "Thanksgiving." And Brady's like, "Yeah, yeah, you remember! When I came back all messed up, and I dropped out of pre-med, and the drugs and the bitches," because he's a demon, of course. And-

C: Yeah, though- Oh, wait, actually, finish the next sentence.

G: "That was me. Remember how much time you spent trying to get me back on the right track? You really were a good friend."

C: See, that is interesting, and it would have been interesting if they had introduced the idea of Brady earlier, like, perhaps in Season 4 when they were doing addiction parallels. [G: Yeah.] That is a very interesting thing to be part of Sam's history in the context of the demon blood drinking and just Dean and Bobby's reactions to Sam's addiction and all of that. It is interesting that he tried to help a friend through recovery before. But like, it's not interesting here where they just jam it in and it wasn't a thing before, and it didn't affect anything before, and it continues to not affect anything now.

G: And Brady said, "Yeah, you were really on the right path. But we can't have that. It's too boring. So I put Jess on the ceiling and set her on fire." And he talks about, like, how she knew who he was, so when he knocked he just let her in, and also that she was making cookies and all that. Which, like, I do think that was- I think there is a universe where I could have thought that was like, a fun information to give. I just, I think, where I am now in life, I'm like, "Whatever. You're fridging the woman, and you're giving details about how you fridged the woman and [laughing] how she was doing a feminine task when you fridged her." Like, fuck off! You know what I mean?

C: And also, she wasn't baking cookies. She was done baking cookies because they were already set out on a plate with a note when Sam got back. Unless- unless she was in the middle of it, he killed her, and then he [G laughing] took it out of the oven and wrote the "I love you" note.

G: [laughing] No, that's actually progressive. [C laughing] [C: Is it?] That's progressive, yeah.

C: I feel like that would be a fun, like a very fun little detail. Like, "You thought of the last thing Jess ever communicated to you was this like, really nice note next to a plate of cookies, but that was me." [G: But it was Brady.] If that was the disturbing little tidbit he wanted to drop here, I feel like I would have reacted like, "Oh, that's pretty good." But like, it isn't. He just said she was baking cookies. We already know that. And also, she wasn't. She was done. So what's up?

G: Yeah. Sam, I don't know. Something happens. He tries to attack the guy, and he goes away. I think he slits Brady's throat a bit. And then, you know, Brady's like, "What are you doing?" Sam's like, "No." [both laugh] Funny as fuck.

C: So Sam goes upstairs, and Dean's still banging on the bathroom door. And Sam's like, "Okay, okay, fine. I'm gonna open it." He's like, "It's fine. Nothing happened. I'm fine. And Brady's not dead, because, like you said, we need him for information." And at this point, Crowley shows back up, and he's got little bits of blood spattered on him. Oh, I guess during the Sam and Brady conversation earlier, Brady also confirms that Azazel was the one who sent him, and specifically, it was because Sam seemed like he was about to drift and become a "mild-mannered, worthless sack of piss, and he didn't want that because Sam was his favorite." Do we ever get an explanation for why Sam is Azazel's favorite? He says it a lot during Season 2 and things.

G: And also, with regards to Brady, you know, I don't think they lingered on that that much because they realized that like, "Actually, it's kind of weird that he's on Lucifer's side now. Like, what's that about?" [laughs]

C: Is it weird?

G: Yeah, I think so.

C: Weren't Azazel and Lucifer working towards the same cause? Azazel was doing all this to open the gate to let Lucifer out.

G: Is that true?

C: Yes.

G: But like, did he know that Sam's the vessel?

C: Possibly, I mean, probably not, because it was very need-to-know basis.

G: Yeah, so like, what's his investment now?

C: What do you mean?

G: Why'd Brady give a fuck? [laughing] [C: About Lucifer?] Why does he give a fuck about anything? [laughs] Yeah, about Lucifer.

C: Isn't Lucifer promising the demons that they'll get to live on earth and make it a paradise for themselves and all that?

G: But like, that was also Azazel's promise, and he didn't do it.

C: Yes. I'm confused about the the logic that- [laughs] the logical fallacy you think Brady is falling into.

G: I think, you know, he was like, "Oh, Azazel's my God or whatever."

C: Well, we don't- did he say that?

G: Well no, he was like, "You know I was following Azazel's orders." And it's like, why? [both laughing] And why are you following Lucifer's orders now? Are you just a serial follower? Like, what's wrong with you? [C laughs]

C: I mean, he has the exact same career trajectory as Meg, [G: True.] and I understand why Meg does what she does, so I feel like it's fine. Yeah, maybe he's a serial follower. [G laughs] What was the point of the whole Hunger Games thing if you wanted Sam to win anyway? Like, just to be racist and sexist? Like, just for that?

G: I think just to make Sam go through it, honestly. For the experience. So Sam felt like, you know how people are like, "You need to work hard for your money because otherwise, you won't understand the value of it." [laughing] That's like, what he was doing to Sam. [C: Real.] He was like, "You need to work hard for your position as King of Hell, because otherwise, you won't know the value of it."

C: So true. So Sam goes back upstairs and lets Dean out of the bathroom. Also, you know earlier, when Sam like, trapped Dean in there, like, Dean immediately was like, "Sam?" And like, if I was Sam, I would put on the world's worst British accent and be like, "No? [both laugh] Not me." [G: So true.] But yeah. Anyway, he knows that Sam locked him in, and Sam lets him out now and tells him that "I didn't actually kill Brady because we need him." And at this point, Crowley shows up with blood on him. He tells Brady that he went over to a group of demons and massacred all of them except the one, and to that one, he insinuated that he and Brady were "Wait for it. Lovers in league against Satan." [laughs] Kind of a slay. Is it homophobic? Maybe.

G: I don't think it's- I mean, is it homophobic?

C: I don't know. I think it's more just I wonder Crowley's entire vibe as a gay villain is a homophobic trope. I guess I don't need to say after every line where he's gay, "Is that homophobic?" [laughs]

G: I mean, I think that's just what he is.

C: Homophobic? [both laughing]

G: No like, possibly bisexual. [C: Possibly bisexual.] And evil.

C: And evil. Good for him. And he tells Brady, "Hello, darling." [laughs] Very fun.

C: So now, he says like, "Well, now, you know, you're gonna live forever, you're gonna be tortured forever, etc. So you should just tell me where Pestilence is so that we can maybe defeat Lucifer so that you don't get killed to death." And then hellhound sounds come in.

G: I love it! I love this hellhound.

C: I mean, it's completely unnecessary.

G: No, I mean, I like it. Because you know, we see how Meg "sic him, boy"ed those hellhounds. [C: True.] So it's one, that [laughing] Crowley has a bigger hellhound. [C: Yeah. It is.] He said, "I have a bigger, more powerful magical coin to combat your weakass hex bags, and I have a bigger, more powerful hellhound to combat that weakass hellhound." And he had the bigger, more powerful gun last time, too. Like, good for him!

C: So the hellhounds are coming for them because those demons planted a magical coin on Crowley, [G laughs] and Brady starts screaming and saying that he'll tell them anything as long as they get him the fuck out of here. The hellhounds come in and attack. Dean fails to fend them off very well, but Crowley summons over his own bigger, more powerful hellhound to fight them, and while that invisible battle is going on, they'll head on to the Impala.

G: I don't know. They run off, and Crowley is actually like, you know, cheering his dog on. Good for him. They end up in a fucking alley. Crowley gets a note from Brady that says where Pestilence would be, and so he hands the note to Dean or something, and he starts walking off, and Dean starts putting salt around the area where they're in. And Sam's like, inside of the thing, and he's just eyeing Brady, supposedly menacingly, but again, as we've mentioned, Jared Padalecki is having a rough time this episode. [C laughs] There's this moment where- 'Cause Dean is putting down the salt, but Crowley is still heading out. And so as he goes up to the line of salt, like, they look at each other, and then, like, Crowley steps over the line of salt because it's not yet complete. And like, they just look at each other. And I'm like, "Okay. Gayass." [both laugh] That is homophobic. [both laugh] Anyway, I don't know. Something happens with Sam and Brady where Sam stabs him.

C: He kills him?

G: Yeah. [laughs] And then Brady dies.

C: Well, Brady does a little monologue first.

G: It's just so annoying to me because you know, when Brady's like, "What's all this?" It's Dean who starts being like, "Oh, yeah. Brady, we're going to kill you. Right, Sammy?" [C laughing] And Sam's like, "Yeah?"

C: [laughing] It's so stupid. It's so stupid. I feel like we need to read out the actual lines because they're dumb.

G: Okay, so [C: Yeah.], I'll be Brady and Sam, and you be Dean. [laughs]

C: Okay.

G: "[scared] What is this?"

C: "[flat] All those angels, all those demons, all those sons of bitches. They just don't get it, do they, Sammy?"

G: "[menacing] No. They don't, Dean." [C laughs]

C: "You see, Brady? We're the ones you should be afraid of." [both laughing]

G: Yeah. [laughing] And it's like, why is Dean saying all this shit? Why is he doing this? And then later on, when Sam starts walking towards Brady as he's about to kill him, it's Brady who's giving a speech, not Sam. It's Brady. And like, we get reaction shots from Dean and everything. Like, what the fuck? Like, let Sam speak. #LetSamSpeak.

C: Why does Dean even have to be here? For like, emotional support?

G: Yeah. He needs to go back and the Impala and fuck Crowley or something. [C laughs] [C: For real.] Anyway, Brady does this thing where like, "Actually, we're evil. But you're secretly worse because you let us be evil around you." [C laughing] Because- what did he say? Like, "You let us whisper into your ear." or whatever. [laughs] Bro. And then Sam stabs him.

C: He also insinuates that the reason that Sam always unknowingly or knowingly trusts demons is because of Sam's demon blood. Whatever.

G: I mean, I can't believe we are here at the Brady episode, and it's literally like, whatever the fuck.

C: Yeah. But, you know, whatever and also the fuck. Brady's last line is so corny. It's, "Maybe the only difference between you and a demon... is your Hell is right here."

G: [laughing] What the fuck does that mean? [C: Nothing.] Like, there is actually a Hell for Sam, and it is down there. [C laughs]

C: For real. Yeah, it's stupid. And also, when he's saying this, Sam has already stabbed him a bit. Personally, if I was being stabbed by Sam Winchester, I would be saying things such as, "ouch," "youch," and also "yowie." I would not be saying such stupid things. But, you know, whatever.

C: We're in Bobby's house. He is on the phone with Rufus! Ah! Love is so real.

G: Yeah! The reveal- 'Cause he's talking for a sentence. It's later on a bit when he goes, "Yeah, Rufus." And I was like, "Ah! Yes!"

C: Yes, it was so good.

G: Are we gonna see Rufus next episode?

C: He's calling about omens, and how they're trying to find Death. And then he says, "Just give me a ring if it turns into anything. And, Rufus, you watch your ass out there." Ah! Love is real. [G: Love is real.] At this point, Crowley shows up and says, "Well, what about Crobby?" He introduces himself, and Bobby immediately shoots him. Crobby win. Crowley says that he's here to team up with Bobby to get Death's ring, and the whole time Bobby is like, aiming his gun at Crowley and being very untrusting and threatening. Crowley says that the way to get this done is to do a little spell where Bobby makes a wish, and then Crowley can give him anything he wants, as long as Bobby gives him his soul. Okay, so this just implies that you can wish for- like, you just can wish for anything during a demon deal, including things that like, aren't-

G: The demon can't do.

C: Yeah, that the demon- Yeah, I guess 'cause the demon can't do all the other things people wish for, either. Like, they can't directly heal someone's wife from cancer.

G: Yeah. It's like, power or something. There's something to it.

C: Yeah, which is quite interesting. Do they ever do this again?

G: Yeah. And the way he- I'm not sure, actually, but I do find interesting the way he talks about it. Like, he needs the juice. Like, he needs the power of the deal. Not like, I don't know, like, something to it. And yeah, I mean later on, like, he tells Bobby, like, "It's just a lease" or something. Like, "You're just renting it out. You're pawning it out."

C: Yeah, see says that he'll give him his soul back afterwards. Bobby shoots him again. Crowley is like, "No, come on, pwease!" And yeah, he says again, like, "This is gonna be a temporary loan. Like, I will give you your soul back, I prommy." [G: I prommy!] Bobby's considering it, and episode ends.

G: Yeah. And we know that happens because they have a kiss next step episode.

C: Yes. I think that's homophobic, the picture of it.

G: The kiss?

C: Probably. We'll see. Maybe I'll watch it next week, and I'll be like, "This is such a beautiful expression of queer identity." Who knows? [G laughs]

G: Yeah, maybe.

G: Well, what did we think about this episode? I think, I mean, because we came from an awful episode last episode, I was like, "This is fine," but like, it's also bad. [C laughs]

C: It's not well-written.

G: It's not well-written. It's not well-acted.

C: It's not well-constructed.

G: Yeah, but I love Crowley. Who would've thunk? Honestly, who would have thunk?

C: Wanni, probably.

G: Shout-out. How about you? It's just whatever? It's not good, etc.?

C: Yeah. It's not good. [G: Yeah.] Crowley was fun. I feel like we feel the same way about most episodes.

G: This is true. Or is it? Best Line/Worst Line. I think my worst line honestly is when Crowley goes, "Well, Sam and this demon have history" just because I feel like it really sets you up for something fun, and then it doesn't deliver. [C: Yeah.] The reason why it's a bad line is because it could have been good.

C: Worst one for me. I mean, "The only difference between you and a demon is that your Hell is right here" is pretty stupid. I feel like there are other lines that we also had an issue with, I just don't remember.

G: How about your best line? What's your best line?

C: I don't know. Probably one of Crowley's funny- what was one that was funny? You know, no. My best line is "And Rufus, you watch your ass out there."

G: Aw, that's true! You know what my best line is? When Crowley goes, "I thought the Colt would work. It was an honest mistake." [C laughing] 'cause I believe him. Go Crowley. I believe you. #Honesty, #truth. [C laughs]

Well, spreadsheets? Spread those sheets?

C: Yeah. Misogyny- I mean, the Jess fridging gets brought up again. Does that count for anything?

G: I think that it counts, and I think the way they talk about it counts and etc.

C: Yeah. How much does it count on a scale from one to five?

G: I would say a 2?

C: Yeah, yeah. 'Cause it is inherent to the episode in some ways, but like, also, it's pretty small for things that are inherent to the episode. Ish, I don't know.

G: Yeah. I mean, it's inherent to the show, and that's what it is. And yeah, there's a bit more flexibility, perhaps.

C: Yeah. Racism. Do we want to start counting like, Black character dies first scenarios in Supernatural just as a point just automatically?

G: Sure, you can put a 1 there.

C: Alright. One there. Sorry to that guy at the pharmaceutical company. Homophobia. Is it? I don't know.

G: Ugh. We're here. We're here. We are starting the "What is homophobia?" part of the show. [C laughs] What is homophobia?

C: What is homophobia?

G: Didn't define it last time, and then I tried to argue against it or whatever?

C: I mean, I don't know. A lot of things can be homophobia.

G: I just looked at the one singular comment in our doc again, [laughs] and it's literally-

C: "NOT ABOUT BERT AND ERNIEEEEEEEEE." Yeah, that comment.

G: [laughing] Literally in "Free to Be You and Me" when I was fighting for my life.

C: I don't know. I mean, there's a lot of things that can be helpful. There's the idea about queerness being unnatural, there's an idea of, like, queerness being, I don't know, repulsive. I don't know, stereotypes? There's a lot of things that are homophobia, but I don't know.

G: I don't think- because the thing is with Crowley is, you can be like, "Yeah, they're portraying him as bisexual or other because he's evil." But like, also, he is supposed to be a friend of the show.

C: It's true. And I don't think he's like, a 1-D sort of villain whose menace comes from the fact that he's hitting on them or anything. [G: Yeah.] I'm fine with giving it a 0, if that is what you're trying to angle towards.

G: I mean, they did pretend to be gay lovers, so that- etc. But I think that's fine. I think you should do that. That's a fundamental part of life. [C laughs] [C: Yeah.] Whether you're gay or straight, you should pretend to be a gay couple at least once in your life. [C: So true.] Especially if you're gay.

C: If anyone has thoughts about this particular thing, I am very open to hearing about it because I don't really know.

G: I also don't know. I think, let's put it at 0. I think maybe we can, in future episodes, we can evaluate further. [C: Mm-hm.] Yeah.

G: Yeah. IMDb.

C: I don't know. I mean, I think it's bad, but I feel like it's probably liked enough.

G: I think if you are a Crowley fan, which apparently I am, you'd love this episode just for him. Like, you know, the way I love some episodes that are decidedly not good, but Cas is good-looking in them. [C: Yes.] I'd say- no, you guess first.

C: I'm supposed to say. I was gonna say 8.5.

G: 8.5. You know what? I'll one-up you. 8.6. [C: Okay.] Okay, let's see. Ooh! I'm right. It's 8.6.

C: Oh, slay!

G: Nice one. Let's see. What are other people saying about it? "Good Crowley stuff," of course. "Enter the King of Hell," of course. "'They ate my tailor,' his famous line, sent me." Of course!

C: Oh my god! We didn't even consider that for best line.

G: Yeah. "Superb acting and amazing choice for Crowley, my favorite character to date." And this is in July 25, 2021. Love it! I used to be such a hater for Crowley. Can you believe it? [C: You were.] I was like, "If you like Crowley, what's wrong with you? What's your problem?"

C: Okay, the first one does mention this episode suffers because of that aspect of "Sam being jerked around by demons all his life is underdeveloped and mostly abandoned concept in the series."

G: Yeah. "Why didn't they get the black guy from the pilot?" is what this review says.

C: [laughing] "The acting from both Jared and Jensen was great. [G: Who said that?] Jared conveyed Sam's emotions to the last and you could see all his anger and inner conflicts on his face." [laughing] Yeah, you could see it on his face. Like, not in a good way. zombiehigh18.

G: Most of these are just like, "Mark Shepherd is amazing as Crowley," and he is. This one says that it's too silly. "Why would a demon care about a house or tailors?" Why would you care about a house or tailors as a person? [C laughs] See, this is your problem. You think we're so different from demons when actually, [both laughing] the only difference between us and demons is our Hell is right here.

C: For real!

G: Oh, "Having a Demon as a Friend." Last episode, I was like, "The reason why it's called 'The Devil You Know' is because of Crowley," but I suppose it's also about Brady.

C: Yeah, I think it's mostly about Brady, in fact.

G: Yeah. Later, we will know Crowley even more, so that's great.

Well, that’s it for this episode of Busty Asian Beauties. [burp] Sorry, I burped. Next week, we will be discussing Season 5 [C: Oh, you're keeping that.], Episode 21: "Two Minutes to Midnight." How many fucking episodes is in Season 3?

C: 16?

G: Season 5, I mean.

C: 22?

G: It's that short? So next episode, we'll have both Death and Pestilence.

C: I just assumed that they would have gotten Pestilence off-camera between-

G: No, they won't, because Cas will show up and take a bus.

C: Oh my god! You're right. I mean, Death could be part of "Swan Song" for all we know. [laughs] Leave us a rating or a review wherever you get your podcasts. Also, follow us on social media! We are on Tumblr at bustyasianbeautiespod.tumblr.com. Our official tag is #BABPod, B-A-B-POD. Thanks to everyone who's donated to our Ko-Fi at ko-fi.com/bustyasianbeautiespod, which is where our outtakes live, and check out our merch at babpod.redbubble.com.

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