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foreverwayward · 6 years ago

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“Wayward Hearts” Season 2 Chapter 10: Heart

Summary: After the sudden death of John, Sam and Dean, along with Riley, continue their quest for vengeance. As Sam and Riley’s powers continue to grow, the three young hunters find themselves closer to the Yellow-Eyed demon than ever before. The strength within themselves and their loyalty to each other will be tested as they are left to fight their families’ lifelong war alone, unaware that unimaginable evil will lead them to face darkness itself as they carry the weight of their fathers’ legacies.

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Word Count: 9,027

Content Warning: language, light smut and violence

DISCLAIMER: any words or phrases in bold in the story are not my own and are credited to the writers of Supernatural.

**GIFS ARE NOT MY OWN**

Dean and Riley sat on opposite beds in the dingy motel room somewhere in San Francisco as they cleaned their guns. The familiar sound of the metal clicking as they took them apart felt like sweet, yet strange, childhood memories.

The Winchester’s eyes looked up at Riley as she focused on her task and he watched her for a brief moment as a smirk crept up his face. Even with silence between them and being lost in their work, the couple enjoyed those quiet moments. Words didn’t need to be said for them to enjoy each other’s company.

Breaking his attention away from the guns and the girl in front of him, Dean looked towards his brother. “So, this lawyer guy you checked out at the morgue today, he the first heart-free corpse in town?”

“First man,” Sam emphasized as he got a bottle of beer from the fridge. “Nate Mulligan, a local lawyer. But, over the past year, several women have gone missing. Dead bodies all washed up later in the bay, too deteriorated to draw firm conclusions.”

“But no hearts?”

“No hearts. They were all hookers working Hunter’s Point.” Sam sat backward in his chair, facing his partners as he popped the cap off his drink. “Now, cops are trying to keep things under wrap, but they’re looking for a serial killer.”

“What about the lunar cycle,” Riley asked.

“Mm-hmm. Yeah, month after month, all the murders happen in the week leading up to the full moon.”

“That’s this week, right?”

“Hence the lawyer.”

Dean snickered. “Awesome.”

With a breathy laugh, Riley gazed up from her gun saying, “damn. Geeking out much over there, Dean?”

“I’m sorry, but what about a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlight’ don’t you understand?” Dean opened a black, smaller, rectangular box filled with silver bullets. “I mean, werewolves are badass. We haven’t seen one since we were kids.”

“Okay, Sparky,” Sam started in a playful and teasing tone. “And you know what? After we kill it, we can go to Disneyland!”

Dean ignored his brother’s snarky comment. “What about you, Rye? Run into any of these guys before?”

“Uh--yeah. I was about...13 I think? Dad and I caught wind of one when we were in Minnesota right after I had really started hunting with him. It was a tough son of a bitch, I’ll tell you that much.” She was already up and putting away her gear as she tied her hair up in a messy bun and synched it tight. “My first kill on a hunt actually.”

“Damn,” he nodded, impressed. “You went balls to the wall.”

“Well, Dad always said, ‘know your gun, know your target, and don’t miss’.” She laughed at the ridiculous mantra. ”Good thing I’m a damn good shot.” Riley tilted her head with a shrug. “It’s a gift.”

Dean chuckled. “A gorgeous woman who can handle a gun, what more could I ask for?”

She bent down to kiss him with a smile as she sat on the bed.

“You know what the best part about it is? We already know how to bring these suckers down.” Dean held up a silver bullet and admired it. “One of these bad boys right to the heart. So, what’s our next move?”

“Talk to the girl that found the body,” Sam added.

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In a well-decorated apartment, the three stood waiting to speak to the witness. The walls were a soft neutral color with nearly sheer white window curtains. Subtle plants sat the perfect positions of the living room among the clean and somewhat modern furniture.

The witness was a young woman named Madison. She was taller than Riley and truly beautiful. Her long brunette hair ran over her shoulders and touched her chest. Madison had fuller lips and a soft skin tone that just suited her so well.

A neighbor had already been visiting when the hunters got there. He was a meek-looking man with a head of dark curly hair, with a beard and mustache to match. The man was wearing a yellow shirt with a logo from ‘Mission Church’ and a large cross.

Sam, Dean, and Riley weren’t dressed in their suits, though still posed as detectives for the case.

“I’m Detective Landis.” Dean pointed to Sam before gesturing to Riley as well. “These are my partners, Dante, and Wadleigh.”

“I don’t understand,” Madison said looking slightly confused. “I already gave my statement to the police.”

“Right. We just have to go over a few things,” Sam replied.

The man’s face looked almost sad knowing it was time for him to leave. “Well, I guess I’ll leave you to it. Just call me if you need anything, Madison.”

“I will. Thanks again for the casserole.” After the neighbor had taken his leave, Madison looked over to the undercover hunters. “He’s sweet. Glen--he’s a neighbor. Came over to check on me.” She exhaled. “Alright, well please--have a seat.” Madison guided them all over to the glass countered table as they sat down to talk.

“You must be pretty shaken up. You were Nate Mulligan’s assistant, right?”

“For about two years, yeah.”

Riley looked over at the woman trying to get a read on her. “So, would you say you pretty much knew all about him?”

With a nod, Madison answered, “yeah. Probably knew more about him than he did. Nate was…” she smiled fondly. “He was nice. But, uh--I mean, you get a few scotches in him and he’d start hitting on anything within a five-mile radius. You know the type.”

“Did Nate have any enemies?” Dean inquired.

“What do you mean? It sure looked like an animal attack.”

“No, yeah--we’re just covering all the bases. Anyone that might have had a beef with him--a former client, an ex…”

Madison groaned softly hating to answer that question. “Well, this is kinda embarrassing, but my ex-boyfriend, Kurt--Kurt Mueller. He went a little nuts after our break up. He’s...kind of been stalking me. I guess he got it in his head that there was something going on between me and Nate and showed up at the office one day. Kurt came in pissed and started something with Nate and threw a punch. Security had to come in and drag him out. I’m lucky I didn’t lose my job.”

“When did you see Kurt last?” Riley felt a gentleness coming from Madison. She seemed like a genuinely sweet girl. Everything she was saying up until then was the whole truth. It didn’t seem like she had much to hide at all; except for the fact that Riley was able to pick up that the girl was definitely attracted to Sam.

It made her have to hide a smile she felt coming on.

“Actually, a few nights ago, the night Nate died. Kurt showed up when a bunch of us from the office went out for a drink. It was like--he was watching me? He just disappeared. I’ll be honest,” Madison paused. “He scares me.”

------

The hunters went down the steps toward the sidewalk. Bare winter trees surrounded the area and the cold bay air caused their breaths to fog.

“So, what do you guys think?” Riley asked. “I mean, the stalker ex-boyfriend hated the boss and was there the same night.”

Dean looked around the neighborhood, checking things around them as he always did. “Think he’s our dog-faced boy?”

“Well, it’s a theory,” Sam shrugged.

“We’ve gone off worse.”

As they all reached the Impala, Riley reached for the front door handle. “I say we give Kurt a friendly visit.”

Riley and the Winchesters got in the car and drove down the road.

At that moment, Madison began to peek out the window after hearing a noise from outside. Moving the curtains to get a better look, she saw Kurt standing on her lawn, staring back up at her. She gasped and jumped back.

When she went to look again, Kurt was already gone.

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That night, the boys and Riley had arrived at Kurt’s apartment. After scoping out the area and knowing he wasn’t home, Dean picked the lock before they all went inside.

Nodding her head and giving a face of approval, Riley looked around some more before speaking. “Huh. Much nicer than what I was expecting.”

“What were you expecting?” Sam asked.

“I dunno...not so clean and decorated. More...serial killer-ish? I mean, where’s the wall mural of Madison photos? Stalker fail.”

He chuckled and looked over to Dean who was looking in the fridge. “Anything?”

“Nah. Nothing but a six-pack and leftovers.”

“Check the freezer,” Riley said, interjecting. “Might be some frozen remains. Oh, and see if he’s got any ice cream. That sounds amazing.”

“No left-over doggie food or Haagen-Dazs.”

She sighed. “Wishful thinking.”

There was a sound nearby of a door opening and then shutting and the hunters all turned to look at each other.

Dean opened the sliding glass door out to the balcony and stepped outside. On the wall, he could see claw marks in the concrete that drug down to the ground.

“Guys,” Dean called. “Come here.” They joined him and he pointed to his find. “Check it out.”

After Sam, Dean, and Riley went back inside to continue their search for more about Kurt, the sound of a gunshot echoed through the neighborhood from outside.

Immediately, the three took off in its direction and found themselves on the side of the apartment building. In the alley, behind a large dumpster, lied the mauled body of a policeman. His flesh was torn into and his chest cavity had been ripped completely open. The fresh blood still gushed from him onto the concrete.

Sam pulled out his phone. “I’ll call 911.”

Dean pushed the dumpster out of the way before bending down to get a closer look and Riley joined him.

“I’d say Kurt’s looking more and more like our Cujo,” he said looking over the mangled body.

“Crap,” Riley muttered. “We gotta go check on Madison if he’s out there.”

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It was early morning as the hunters knock on Madison’s apartment door, across the hall, Glen opened his door to the sound. “What’s going on?”

“Police business, Glen,” Dean answered.

Madison opened the door in her pajamas and robe, surprised to see them again. “What is it?” she asked, worried.

Glancing over at Glen, Sam told her, “maybe we should talk somewhere, privately.”

She stepped out of the way of the entrance letting them all in.

Riley turned to look at Glen once more and her eyes squinted slightly, not understanding on what she was picking up on him. It was strange, but she just studied him for a moment before he shut his door and disappeared into his apartment.

When they were all inside and into the kitchen, Madison poured them all cups of freshly brewed coffee. Steam formed as the warm drink filled their mugs.

“Has Kurt been here?” Sam sipped at his mug.

Riley could feel Sam’s heart flutter as he talked to Madison. His thoughts rushed and she could hear him think about how beautiful she was. Knowing they both liked each other, Riley had to somehow get them to spend time together.

Riley knew Madison would be good for Sam. Not to mention the guy hadn’t exactly spent much time with a woman since losing Jess.

“Not exactly,” she responded. “He was outside last night. Just...looking at me.”

The three exchanged looks and it didn’t go unnoticed by Madison.

“Oh god, has he done something?”

“We’re, uh--we’re not really sure...”

Dean jumped in, “It’s probably nothing, but...we just don’t wanna take any chances. In fact, one of us should probably stay here with you? Just in case he stops by. Where does he work?”

“He owns a body shop.”

“You mind grabbing that address for us?”

She nodded at his request and left the kitchen to retrieve it.

“Alright,” Sam started. “I’ll stay here. You guys go check out the body shop.”

Agreeing, almost too earnestly, Riley replied, “yeah! I think that’s a great idea!” She was smiling knowing that was her opportunity to get them together. “We’re gonna get out of here.”

Riley took Dean’s hand and waved at Sam before pulling her boyfriend along with her.

The brothers shared a quick look of uncertainty before they could no longer see each other.

When they got to the hallway, Dean closed the door behind them and glanced at her in curiosity. “What the hell was that about?”

“We…” she said hooking her arm into Dean’s, “are gonna let those two have some time alone.”

It took a second, but Dean caught on his eyebrow hooked. “Did you pick up on something?”

“Ohhhh yeah. Let’s just say...even if they have nothing to talk about, they’ll still enjoy each other’s company immensely.”

Dean grinned. “My boy.”

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Later that morning, Madison went through her mail while Sam watched her from the kitchen. When she felt his eyes on her, she turned to meet his gaze. He smiled uncomfortably at Madison, not knowing how to act around her.

“Um...do you wanna sit on the couch?” she offered.

“No, no, no. I’m okay.”

“Are you sure,” Madison pressed sweetly. “It’s more comfortable.”

“Ah, I’m fine.”

She came back to the table with a basket of laundry and turned it over to drop it all in front of the hunter. Madison began to sift through the clothing and sorted out her underwear as she pulled out a lacy thong.

The second Sam saw the sexy underwear, he swallowed hard and blurted out, “you know what? I think I will sit on the couch.”

He awkwardly got up and went over to find another seat away from her lingerie and she smiled at his response. Sam’s cell phone rang and he pulled it out to answer.

Riley’s voice came through the line before he could even speak. “Let me guess, you’re trying to think of something to say to her and sitting all the couch like a scared teenager,” she teased.

“Did you find Kurt?”

“Nuh-uh. Dude hasn’t been in for the last week. Boss says he’s M.I.A. But, because Dean and I are just so freaking good, we got a line on where we might be able to find him.”

Sam could hear the familiar squeak of the doors as Riley and Dean got into the Impala.

“What’s she wearing?” Dean shouted loud enough for Sam to hear.

“Bye, guys.” Sam hung up immediately after, returning to his uncomfortable situation and fiddling with his hands.

Madison walked over to the couch and sat beside him before picking up the remote and turning on a soap opera.

Sam made a face, obviously unhappy with her choice.

“I saw that,” she teased.

He tried to play innocent. “What?”

“Okay, here’s the deal,” Madison smiled. “My house, my TV, and I never get to watch my show. So, suck it up.”

------

The credits from the daytime drama rolled as Sam sat on the couch completely riveted. “Wait, wait--okay, so just to get back at him, Kendall married Ethan’s father?”

“Mm-hmm. And now? All those casinos that Ethan is supposed to inherit? They’ll all go to her.”

“What a bitch!” Sam said emphatically before they both started laughing.

“Admit it. You’re hooked.”

“No, no, no, no, no, no. I wouldn’t say I’m hooked.” Madison giggled at Sam’s words. “You know, can I ask you a question? It’s--it's a little personal.”

“You’ve seen my entire underwear collection. Go ahead.”

He smiled and nodded. “Okay, um…well, you’re--you're clearly smart. I mean, your house is full--is full of great books, you know? And you’re independent…” Sam trailed off before looking over at her. “What were you doing with Kurt?”

After a pause, Madison shook her head. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s not like he introduced himself, like, ‘hi, I’m possessive and controlling and I like to punch people. Wanna be my girlfriend’?” The two laughed again as Sam nodded lightly. “I mean, we all make mistakes, but mine’s wanted by the police.” She took a beat again before becoming more serious. “You wanna know why I stayed with him? Really? ...I was too insecure to leave.”

“I find that hard to believe. I mean, you don’t really seem like the type.”

“Yeah, well, some stuff happened. My life changed, I changed--for the better, I think.

“What happened?”

“Well, for one thing, I got mugged.”

Sam was taken back and smiled, surprised by her answer. “And that’s supposed to be a good thing?”

“Now, don’t get me wrong,” she started. “It rattled the crap outta me. But I kinda had an epiphany. I could either take control of my life or keep feeling sorry for myself. First thing I did was tell Kurt that it was time for him to go.”

“Smart move.”

“Apparently, after that? Things just kind of blossomed. All of it really has been kind of wonderful.” When Sam shrugged, she asked with a smile, “what? Doesn’t everyone think that the best thing that ever happened to them was some random, crazy act of violence?”

Sam laughed. “Not usually, but you’re--unusual,” he added awkwardly.

“Unusual like...” she circled her finger, pointing at her head in a funny gesture as to say ‘crazy’. “That kind of ‘unusual’?”

“No, no, no, no, no…” he replied earnestly. “Unusual like...impressive.” Sam looked at her like he hadn’t looked at another woman in longer than he could remember.

“...really?” Madison tried to hide her desire to grin, completely flattered, before softly asking, “you think so?”

Sam’s phone rang, interrupting their moment and he smiled, apologetically. “Hey.”

“I found him,” Dean told him over loud club music. He was sitting in a private booth of a strip club with Riley as his eyes landed on Kurt who was drinking a beer.

“Good. Don’t take your eyes off him,” Sam’s voice echoed from the other end of the line.

Dean ended the call as Riley gave him a flirty look. “What’s going on in that little mind of yours?”

“Well…” Riley got up and straddled Dean with her arms around his neck.

His hands went to her waist and gripped at her hips as his breath hitched.

“We’re in a strip club and you’re trying not to look at naked women because of me. Least I can do is make sure you get a little show…” She bit her lip and played with the back of his neck.

Dean beamed and he suddenly got antsy in his seat as she took off her jacket, revealing her low cut, black tank top. Her lace bra poked out the top just enough to be the perfect tease.

As she began to slowly grind on his lap to the music, Dean tried to hide the groan that tried to claw its way out of his throat. Their jeans rubbed together in the most perfect way as the heat between them rose.

Riley could see him begin to wiggle underneath him and she grinned before leaning into his ear. “Good thing the music’s loud,” she whispered. “Wouldn’t want anyone else knowing you’re gonna be getting a strip club ‘happy ending’.” She softly nibbled his ear and that moan finally escaped him.

Dean grabbed her backside and encouraged her grinding as he looked her in her eyes intently. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too. Hey, don’t forget to keep an eye on the creep alright?” she reminded him.

“Right--right.” Dean almost moaned as his mouth found her neck. “We’re on a job and I take my work...very seriously,” he mumbled into her skin.

------

Riley and Dean had followed Kurt back to his apartment building. It was night and they leaned against a large dumpster in the alley below as they watched for anything to happen. Loud music came from Kurt’s place and the lights were all still on.

Loading her gun with a silver bullet, Riley cocked it. She gazed up at the apartment and then back at Dean who was pouting.

“I get five minutes in a booth with you and the guy takes off,” he complained with a huff. “You know it’s been over a week since we’ve had time alone together? I’m dying over here.”

She chuckled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be such a tease--thought for sure we’d have more time.”

“Yeah, well...you better be ready when the opportunity presents itself because you started something and I’m fucking finishing it.”

Riley bit her lip and met his eyes. “Mm…” she mewed. “Better keep that promise.”

Grabbing the back of her head as his fingers tangled into her hair, Dean pulled her in for a passionate and heated kiss.

Not more than a few seconds later, a loud crash of glass shattering came from above them and they turned to the sound as the lights above turned off.

“What that fuck?” Dean muttered before they both ran towards the entrance of the building in a sprint.

After they had climbed the stairs and finally reached the apartment, Dean kicked open the door with he and Riley holding their guns ready.

He glided in first, clearing the room as she covered his back. They split up as Dean went into the bedrooms and Riley into the kitchen. She slowed down as she heard a loud crunching coming from just ahead.

Riley peered inside and lowered her gun in shock. On the floor, was Kurt. His chest was torn to shreds and a woman was feeding on his freshly dead corpse.

The creature heard the hunter and turned in her direction. Electric blue eyes with slanted pupils that resembled a cat, stared back at her. The creature’s nails had grown long into deadly claws. Fierce, blood-stained teeth snarled harshly as flesh fell from her mouth. It was Madison.

“Oh shit…” Riley murmured under her breath. In that brief moment, the hunter could finally hear the growling inside the monster. It sounded more primal than anything she had ever heard before and it sounded hungry.

Before she could yell for Dean, Madison lunged at her and threw her against the wall. Riley grunted at the impact and fell to the ground. Her gun fell from her hand and out of her reach as her eyes began to close.

Dean rushed into the room at the commotion and found Riley and Kurt’s body on the floor. Whatever had been in the kitchen with them, had already fled. He fell to his knees by his girlfriend’s side with fear and dropped his gun. “Sweetheart--Rye, you okay?”

Suddenly, there was a sound coming from behind him and when he spun around, Dean’s eyes widened as he saw Madison charging towards him. She had already been too close for him to react. The was no time to grab his gun before he was shoved across the room and hit the wooden floor.

The werewolf jumped on top of him and he struggled to hold her back as he pulled out a silver knife and sliced her arm.

Madison growled out loudly in pain before dashing towards the open window and disappearing into the night.

Dean had hit his head as well and the room began to grow dark around him. “Riley…” he whispered before losing consciousness.

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“Dean…” Riley begged as she shook him. “Dean, wake up.”

He slowly opened his eyes and saw her hovering above him as the soft morning light glowed on her face.

Riley sighed in relief and Dean instantly reached up for her.

“Shit, are you alright?! I couldn’t get to you. Madison...she came outta nowhere...”

Riley shushed him. “Dean, it’s okay. I’m okay.”

Dean grunted as he sat up, sore from the blow, but he had to get to Riley. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her close.

As though it had all finally come back to him, he pulled away and grabbed for his phone. “Shit. I gotta call Sam.”

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Sam walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a glass before turning on the faucet to get a glass of water. His lips met the rim and he drank while his cell phone rang. It was Dean.

“Dean, are you guys okay?”

“Yeah, now that we’re both conscious. The werewolf knocked us both out cold. Sam, it’s Madison.”

“What?!” Sam asked in shock. He walked into the living room and then down towards her bedroom and opened her door. She was sound asleep in her bed.

Riley stretched her neck and seethed through her teeth at the pain before yelling, “nice job keeping an eye on the girl, Sam!”

“I’ve been here the whole time,” Sam’s brow furrowed and he was more than taken back. “She’s in bed, asleep.”

“Well, she wasn’t a couple hours ago. Check her right arm below her elbow,” Dean pushed. “I nicked her with a silver knife.”

Sam hung up the phone and stood in Madison’s room near the foot of her bed. She woke to the sound of his boots hitting the floor.

“Good morning,” she cooed. Sitting up to look at him, Madison realized she was naked, covered only by her bed sheet.

Sam could see the cut on her arm that Dean had described as she wrapped her arm over her chest.

“Um...where are my pajamas?”

Shaken and clearly upset at what he had just discovered, Sam didn’t say a word, only to leave the room and stomp off.

“Sam?” she called. Madison wrapped a blanket around her and went after him. “Sam, what’s going on? Where are you going?” She walked into the living room to see him at the front door, locking it.

“I’m not going anywhere...and neither are you.”

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After allowing her to get dressed, Sam had bound her wrists to a chair in the main room. He stood in front of her with a gun in hand and his arms slightly folded. Sam was so angry with himself for being so foolish. He kept telling himself that he should have known.

“You’re psychotic,” Madison told him. “The whole ‘I’m a cop’ trick? God, I’m so stupid.”

“Well, I guess neither of us are who we are we were, huh?” Sam snarked.

Fear filled Madison as she stared at the hunter and she fought back the urge to cry. “Sam, you’re sick, okay? You’re imagining things. Monsters don’t exist, not really.”

“You know what? Save the act.”

“It’s not an act!” she finally sobbed. “I am not a werewolf! There’s no such thing! It’s made up, alright? Th--they’re not real! You know they’re not real!”

“No?!” he snapped and pointed to her fresh wound. “Then where did that come from?”

“I don’t know! Sam, God, you need help. Please, don’t do something that you’re gonna regret. I’m not what you think I am. I’m not.”

Sam was visibly upset and shaking with both rage and pain after having developed feelings for her. There was a knocking at the door and he went to answer it.

Dean entered and Riley followed. The older brother smirked at Madison.

“How you doin’? My head feels great, thanks. By the way, you’re lucky I don’t put a bullet in your right now for hurting her.” Dean threatened, pointing at Riley.

“We’ve gotta talk.” Sam brought his partners into the other room to talk in private. “She says she has no idea what I’m talking about.”

“She’s lying.”

“Or, maybe she really doesn’t know she’s changing, you know? Maybe--maybe when the creature takes over, she blacks out.”

Annoyed with his brother’s theory, Dean rolled his eyes. “Like a really hot Incredible Hulk? Come on, dude, she ganked her boss and her ex-boyfriend. That doesn’t sound rash and unconscious.”

“Yeah, but what if it was, Dean? I mean, what if some animal part of her brain saw both those guys as threats? Hell, the cop, too.”

“What are you, the Dog Whisperer now?” Riley asked with attitude.

“Look, I just...I don’t know. There--there was something in her eyes.”

“...the look of a killer, mayhaps?”

“But if she has no control over it--”

“Exactly,” Dean agreed. “She can’t control it. Even if she’s telling the truth, it’s not gonna change anything.”

“I’m not putting a bullet through some girl’s chest who has no idea what’s happening.”

“Sam, she’s a monster and you’re feeling sorry for her?”

“Maybe I understand her.” Sam paused and his face softened with almost a pleading look. “Look, there might be another way we can get the job done without having to waste her.” He went over to his bag and pulled out John’s hunter’s journal.

Riley put up a hand to interrupt. “Another way to stop a werewolf? Oh, this should be interesting.”

“Dad’s theory--” The youngest Winchester read his father’s words. “Lycanthropy might have a cure if you kill the werewolf who bit you, severing the bloodline”.

“Might have a cure.” Dean started. “Meaning “who the fuck knows?”

“It’s worth a shot.”

Riley sighed heavily. She could feel Sam’s emotions, how desperately he wanted to find an answer. She wanted more than anything for Sam to be happy, but she’d be damned if he’d be with a werewolf.

Gently, Riley told him, “Sam, where would we even start looking? I mean, the bitch that bit her could be long gone. Could be anyone...or anywhere. Madison could have been bitten years ago.”

Sam’s eyes lit up with a realization. “No. I don’t think so.” He led them both back into the living room where Madison was still tied to the seat. “Madison, when were you mugged?”

She just looked up at Sam, scared and hurt as she refused to comply.

“Please. It’s important, alright? Just answer the question.”

“About a month ago.”

“Did you see the guy?”

“No. He grabbed me from behind.”

“Did he bite you?”

Madison looked at Sam as tears formed in her eyes. “On--on the back of my neck. How did you know that?”

Showing that he meant her no harm, Sam made it clear to her that he was setting his gun down on the table and went behind her.

Brushing her hair away, he exposed a scarred lump the size of a golf ball on her neck. Riley and Dean joined him to see what he had found.

“Oh, that’s just a love bite,” Dean teased. “Believe me, that could have been a lot worse. Actually, I think she’s gotten worse,” he nodded in Riley’s direction and smiled with pride.

Riley scoffed through a laugh and hid her face while Sam gave him a look urging him to move on.

Dean cleared his throat. “Where were you at the time?”

“Walking home from a friend’s loft.”

“Let me guess, not too far from Hunter’s Point?” Dean asked as he circled her.

Madison nodded.

As the brothers motioned for them to all leave the room again to talk, Riley stood in her spot just looking at the woman who had attacked them only hours before. She was trying to penetrate her mind and see if she had been lying.

Unfortunately, it seemed that besides the animalistic noises that came from monsters; thoughts of creatures were much harder to read.

A minute more of focusing, Riley could finally hear her. “What is she looking at me like that for? Oh my god, they’re gonna kill me. They’re all crazy. They really think I’m a werewolf. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?”

The hunter’s face softened and her muscles relaxed. Riley turned on her heel to meet the boys. She swung open the kitchen door where Sam and Dean were talking.

Sam was finishing his thought. “The same place where those other murders happened. I’m telling you, it’s a werewolf’s hunting grounds.”

“Maybe,” Dean returned. “But that doesn’t mean it’s gonna be out there tonight.”

“You guys…” Riley said softly.

“It’s the right time of the lunar cycle,” Sam nodded. “Look, I know it’s a long shot.”

“Guys…” she tried again.

“Hey, you’re forgetting something. Maddie’s probably gonna turn soon, alright? We can’t just let her take off to an all-you-can-eat buffet,” Dean snarked.

Riley huffed and raised her voice. “Alright, if you both don’t listen to me right now, I’m gonna start kicking your asses.”

Sam and Dean’s eyes widened slightly as they both gave each other a look of ‘yikes’.

She sighed, calming herself. “I got through to Madison. Yes, she’s something you probably don’t wanna feed after midnight, but she really doesn’t know she’s a werewolf.”

“Wait, seriously?” Sam asked hopefully.

“Yeah. She thinks we’re all nuts. The girl is scared out of her mind.”

“I’m gonna stay with her. You guys go.”

“And if she busts loose?” Dean waited for his brother to respond and when he didn’t he grew more stern. “Sam?”

Sam’s voice broke a little as he told him, “I’ll shoot her, okay? But Dean, I need you to go out there--at least go look for the thing. Guys, please. We can save this girl.”

Feeling everything that radiated from Sam, all the pain and desperation, Riley knew it was all so real for him. This wasn’t just a crush. Sam felt something for Madison--something he hadn’t felt in a long time and he wasn’t ready to give it up.

“Okay,” Riley told him. “Let’s do it your way.”

Dean was looking intently at his brother with worry and she reached for his hand.

“Come on, Dean,” she whispered as they both left.

When Sam went back into the living room, he saw Madison still in her chair, with tears running down her face. “Please…” she begged through her sobbing. “Please...just let me go.”

He sighed heavily and hated to see her in pain. The hunter grabbed a chair and pulled it closer so he could sit in front of her. “Look…” Sam’s tone was soft and gentle. “I know you’re scared. I also know that there’s no way in hell you’re gonna believe me. But I’m doing this because I’m trying to help you. I’m not gonna lie, alright? The odds aren’t exactly in our favor. But, if this goes the way I pray it does...I’ll untie you, and I’ll walk out that door, and I’ll never come back. You’ll live the rest of your life,” his voice was almost at a whisper as he felt the lump in his throat grow and tears forming at his eyes. “...and I’ll just be a bad memory.”

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Sam stood looking out the window, his heart heavy with guilt. He gazed at the moon as it’s light softly glowed on him and the curtains of the windows.

Hearing something behind him, he turned to see Madison. Her fingernails began to grow before his eyes and stretched into long claws.

Madison’s eyes changed to a bright blue and her teeth had suddenly become monstrous. She growled as she bared her hungry fangs and ripped through the restraints that held her down, releasing herself. The now turned werewolf went straight for the hunter.

Her claws met Sam’s cheek and tore through his skin. Madison’s strength was enough to send him to the ground onto his belly.

Sam quickly got up and drew his weapon.

He couldn’t shoot her. He wouldn’t shoot her. There had to be another way to buy some time.

Sam backed up as Madison eased towards him with her mouth drooling, ready to rip him apart and devour him.

Realizing there was a door to her bedroom behind him, he pulled it open as she lunged in his direction. Immediately, Sam slammed the door shut behind her and pushed the entertainment center in front of it.

The door rattled and shook as the creature inside banged and fought to free itself.

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In a dark alley in Hunter’s Point, Riley and Dean had been canvassing the area. The night was still as they stayed quiet and vigilantly looked for the creature they hoped to find. They wouldn’t be splitting up this time.

A blood-curdling scream came from nearby and the hunters sped in its direction. Their hearts beat fast and their breaths quickened as their boots rapidly hit the street.

Dean and Riley stopped when they saw a blonde woman screaming for help with a man on top of her. He was growling, had massive claws, and his fangs were ready to feast.

Being quick at the draw, they both fired two shots each directly into the werewolf’s chest. He jolted at each bullet and then collapsed beside the woman as he began to cough up blood.

The blonde, scared and shaken, got up and ran off.

“You’re welcome!” Dean shouted.

Riley scurried over to the defeated creature knowing exactly who it was. It was Glen, Madison’s neighbor. She knew then why she felt that strange feeling coming from him before.

As she looked down at him, Riley crouched nearer as his eyes and teeth returned to their human state.

Blood poured from his mouth and his body shook in shock. “It happened...again,” Glen choked. “Where am I? H--help me. Oh, God. Oh my God.”

Closing her eyes, Riley went to touch his arm.

Dean blurted, “Rye, don’t.”

“It’s okay, Dean...he’s not gonna hurt me.” She focused all her energy and thought, “please, let me at least do this right.”

Riley reached into him and brought about thoughts of better times into his mind. Her abilities helped ease Glen’s moment of terror as flashes of childhood memories swam through him. There was a brief smile as he released his final breath.

That breeze of death that Riley had begun to expect blew through her as his soul left his body.

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Madison awoke in the comfort of her bed. The morning birds sang as she opened her eyes and looked towards the doorway, there was Sam. The door had nearly been torn apart with claw marks leaving it completely destroyed.

“It should be over now.” Sam’s eyes flooded and he sniffled. “You’ll never see me again.”

She slowly got up and surveyed her bedroom. All the furniture and walls were ruined beyond recognition. Scratches and tears ripped through everything she owned.

As her eyes went back to find Sam, he was already gone.

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“It’s sad actually,” Dean started as they all sat in the Impala outside Madison’s home. “Glen had no clue what was going on. Hey, why do you guys think he didn’t kill Madison? I mean, why turn her?”

Sam stared up at the house, still wishing he could go back inside. “I think he had a thing for her.”

There was a silence that fell in the car and Riley shifted to look at Sam who sat in the back seat. “Sam, what about Madison?”

“What about her?”

“Oh, come on. I know how you feel about her. I can feel it practically seeping out of you. With how strong these feelings are, hell, I miss her.”

“What do you want me to do, Rye? She thinks I’m a fucking lunatic.

Dean shrugged. “You saved her life, man.”

“She doesn’t know that.”

Madison appeared at the window beside them. “You know, for a stake-out, your car’s a little conspicuous. What are you still doing here?”

“Honestly?” Dean replied. “Uh--we’re pretty sure you’re not gonna turn tonight, but we’ve gotta be a hundred percent, so, you know, we’re...lurking.”

Riley gave Dean a look and slapped his arm. “You’ll have to excuse my boyfriend. His mouth tends to run away from him.”

“I know this sounds crazy,” Sam told her with hopeful eyes just happy to see her again.

“Sure does.” Madison paused with a sigh. “So, you were telling the truth weren’t you? About everything. You were just trying to protect me…”

Sam nodded softly. “Yeah.”

She wasn’t ready to let him go. Sam already meant more to her than Madison cared to admit. “Well, if we’re gonna wait it out...we might as well do it together.”

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Just short of twenty-four hours later, the hunters had waited out the next long night. All four watched from the large window in front of the house as the sun rose over the horizon.

Madison had made it through the night without turning.

“Does--does this mean it worked?” Madison asked eagerly.

The tense muscles Sam had carried over the last two days finally relaxed as he looked at her. “Yeah. I think so.”

She sighed in relief, “oh my God. Thank you. Thank you so much.” Madison’s arms wrapped around Sam in a warm and grateful embrace.

Wanting to be recognized as well, Dean cleared his throat and she turned to face him with a smile.

“Yes, you too, Dean...and of course Riley. Thank you.”

“Aw, don’t mention it,” Dean told her as if her words weren’t necessary.

There was an awkward pause in the room and Riley could hear Sam’s thoughts. “God, are they ever going to leave? Jesus.”

Following immediately after was Madison’s. “They’re not gonna want to stay, right?”

Riley clapped her hands together. “So, Dean, I think it’s time you and I head back to the motel room.” She smirked and put an arm around his waist.

Dean’s arm dropped down over her shoulders and he shot her a playful look. “Oh, that is most definitely true. We’ll, uh--we’ll just leave you two kids to it.” As he and Riley walked towards the door, Dean pumped his fist up in the air as a signal to Sam before the couple disappeared behind the closing door.

“That was smooth,” Madison joked with a laugh.

Sam was mortified by his big brother. “He means well, but…”

“You mean, he thinks you’re gonna get laid.”

“Look, I--”

“Sam,” she said shaking her head. “It’s alright.”

“No. I know I scared the shit out of you, alright? I--I mean, I tied you to a chair.”

“That’s right up there with me scratching up your face.”

“There’s just no way...we could go back, you know? Before it happened.”

“You’re right. There’s just no way.”

The two stood in front of each other fighting every urge they had for the other. Sam’s heart beat hard in his chest as he stared into her brown eyes. wanting her more than anything.

Madison bit her bottom lip and after a moment, she surrendered and kissed him.

Immediately responding, Sam pushed her against the wall as they kissed passionately.

They stripped each other of their clothing and made their way to the bedroom, falling back onto the bed. The fireplace glowed through the room and danced on their skin as the couple went back and forth over who would pin down the other.

Sam kissed every part of her body in earnest and he bit at her neck and ear. Pulling her up and into his lap, Sam brought them together as they both moaned out in unison.

It was better than Sam had even imagined. They rocked together before he laid them down and continued to give himself to her as he groaned into her neck.

Throughout the day and into the night, Sam and Madison continued to make love again and again as they let go of all they had been holding back. Finally, they both fall asleep in each other’s arms, completely content.

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The door to the motel room swung open and hit the wall as Dean and Riley came through, already kissing each other in hunger.

Dean kicked the door closed behind them, never breaking away from her. Both went to work quickly undressing the other as their lips clung together. Dean picked her up and held her tightly under her upper thigh as her legs wrapped around him. Carrying her over to the bed, he sat on the edge as Riley slowed them down and gazed deep into his eyes.

They drank each other in as she lowered herself onto his lap and Dean’s jaw went slack as he moaned deep from his chest.

Riley’s head fell back as she lost herself in everything he was and his mouth went to her exposed chest and neck.

After a few moments, Dean picked her up once again and flipped her onto the bed never releasing their bond. He grabbed the headboard and forced himself as far as he could as Riley moaned his name.

“Look at me…” he whispered through a grunt. Their eyes met again and they both shook with pleasure. “I love you.”

Panting, Riley fought to catch her breath. “I love you, Dean.”

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The next morning, Riley and Dean laid together in bed, tangled in each other. Riley traced her fingers on his chest and he rubbed her back as the silent minutes passed peacefully.

“Dean,” Riley picked up her head and placed her chin onto his chest and he lovingly looked back at her. “I have to tell you something.”

“Okay…” He brushed her hair behind her ear.

Closing her eyes to gain her courage she took a deep breath. “The Demon. He came to me in my dreams.”

Dean’s eyes grew. “What? When did that happen?”

“Actually...it happens almost every night.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? What does he say?”

“That I’m special and I’m not like the rest.” Tears welled in her eyes. “Dean, he said he’s coming for me.”

Dean quickly sat up to lean against the headboard and pulled her up with him before holding her chin in place for their eyes to lock. “I won’t let that happen. Do you hear me? I’m gonna keep you safe.”

“Dean...what if you can’t? What if Sam was right? Maybe this is our destiny.”

“No.” Dean’s voice was stern and adamant. “You and Sam? You’re all that matters to me. There is nothing and no one that will ever take either of you away from me. I will burn the world to the ground before I let you go.” His hands found both sides of her face as he kissed her hard and fervently. “If you’re in this with me, Rye...then it’s till the end.”

Riley’s hand sat on top of his as it cupped her cheek and she sniffled back her tears. “...till the end,” she whispered. She looked towards the door and her brow furrowed as she focused on a feeling nearby. “Sam…?”

There was a loud bang at the door and Dean grabbed a sheet to cover himself as he went to answer. The banging continued relentlessly. “I’m coming!” he yelled.

When he opened the door, there stood Sam, completely breathless and panicked. “She--she turned.”

“What?!”

“I couldn’t grab her in time. She’s out there somewhere.”

“We’ll find her, Sammy,” Dean offered in comfort. He turned around to run back inside for his clothes while Riley was already half-dressed and hurrying to go.

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Sam, Dean, and Riley all hurried down the stairs from the China Sea Motel. The cold wind blew through them and Riley’s hair flew slightly behind her.

“I already called Bobby,” Sam started. “He doesn’t know anything. Well, except he knew that severing bloodlines doesn’t work. All our connections agree with him too. It’s completely impossible to reverse.”

Riley shook her head. “But it doesn’t make any sense. Why didn’t she turn during the night when we were all with her?”

“There’s gotta be a way to help her--some legend or something with answers.”

“If there was, don’t you think someone we know would have known it?” Dean asked.

“Well, we just have to look harder until we fucking find something!”

Dean put his hand out and stopped Sam so he could look him in the eye. “Sam, I don’t think we got a choice here anymore. I mean, she’s a sweet girl and I hate to say it, but part of her is--”

“Evil?!” Sam interjected. “Yeah, that’s what they say about me, Dean! And Riley! So, us you won’t kill, but her you’re just gonna blow away?”

Sam’s phone rang and he answered with a scoff still frustrated with Dean. He didn’t get a word in before someone spoke through the line. “Madison…? Where are you?” he questioned in a panic.

His brother and sister both looked at him, anxiously awaiting answers.

“Okay, Maddie, stay there. We’re coming to get you.”

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The hunters sat at Madison’s dining room table with her and listened to her tell her story of the night before. Sam’s eyes refused to leave her face as he felt a swell of emotions for her.

Riley had to close her eyes and focus to keep his pain from consuming her along with Madison’s own fear and guilt.

The gun that sat on the table felt like a dark cloud that hung over them all.

“I don’t remember anything,” Madison recounted to the others. “I probably killed someone last night. Didn’t I?”

“I don’t think there’s any way to know that yet,” Riley replied in a soothing voice.

“Is there something else we can try to make it go away?”

Sam refused to give up on her. There had to be a way. “We’ll find something. I mean, there’s gotta be some answer--somewhere.”

Interrupting, Dean looked at the scared woman and shook his head. “That’s not entirely true. Madison, you deserve to know. We’ve scoured every source. There’s just no cure.”

She turned to Sam in desperation. “Is--is he right?”

The young Winchester’s jaw clenched and he felt he would explode in pain as he stood and turned away. A lump in his throat grew so large he could hardly swallow.

“Well, we could lock you up at night,” Dean offered hesitantly. “But...you bust out, and some night you will, someone else dies. I’m sorry. I am.”

Madison began to cry and exhaled heavily. “So, I guess that’s all there is to it, then.”

Shocked at her response, Sam spun around to look at her. “Stop it,” he told her. “Don’t talk like that.”

“Sam, I don’t want to hurt anyone else.” Her voice broken as her gaze met his. “I don’t wanna hurt you.” Madison picked up the gun and walked over to Sam.

“Put that down.”

“I can’t do it myself.” She handed him the gun and swallowed hard. “I need your help.”

“Madison, no.”

“Sam...I’m a monster.”

Sam’s breaths grew harder and harder to catch as their conversation went on. “You don’t have to be. We can find a way, alright? I can. I’m gonna save you.”

Crying even harder, she pleaded with the hunter. “You tried. I know you tried. But this is all there is left. Help me, Sam. I want you to do it. I want it to be you.”

“I can’t,” he said firmly.

Tears streamed down Madison’s face and rolled down her neck. “I don’t wanna die. But I can’t live like this. This is the way you can save me. Please. I’m asking you to save me.”

Sam shook his head, unable to find any more words.

Riley had a tear falling down her face as she touched Dean’s shoulder. “You have to help him. He can’t do this, Dean. It’ll kill him.”

Dean looked to her and acknowledged the thought as he got up slowly and moved closer to the couple. He delicately took the gun from Madison’s hand and Sam walked to the kitchen.

She stood in the spot where he left her as Riley and Dean followed Sam into the other room.

Sam’s lips and jaw trembled as he choked back his tears. His partners silently entered and walked over to him.

“Sam,” Dean said behind him gently. “I’m sorry.”

With tears filling his eyes, Sam turned around to look at them and his face quickly grew wet as his heart broke to pieces. “No, you’re right. She’s right.”

“Sammy, I got this one. I’ll do it.”

“She asked me to.”

Riley tried so hard not to cry and be strong for Sam. But, the pain that broke through him hit her chest so hard it took the wind out of her. His suffering was so immense and she couldn’t fix it.

Trying to bring him comfort wouldn’t help, telling Sam it was going to be okay wouldn’t do anything. Riley’s tears fell as she reached for his arm. “You don’t have to do this, Sammy.”

Sam sobbed. “Yes, I do. Please.” He held out his hand with tears streaming down his face, waiting for the gun.

Dean finally obliged and placed it in his brother’s shaking hand.

“Just wait here.” As Sam went to the doorway, he glanced back at Riley and Dean, his face soaking wet and his chest rising and falling rapidly. He then turned and slowly stepped back into the living room.

With Sam out of the room, Riley lost control of her abilities. Sam’s emotions were too strong and they overwhelmed her in a way she had never felt from someone else before.

Riley’s knees buckled and Dean caught her as she wept. “I--I can’t…” she uttered through her tears. “It hurts so much. Sam--he…it hurts, Dean…”

Wrapping his arms around her, Dean held her tight against his chest. He kissed her head as a tear ran down his own cheek. “Focus on me. Stay here with me.”

Riley tried to listen to Dean’s heartbeat and drown out the agony in the air, but it was useless. The sound of a single gunshot went off and the two flinched. Not able to fight it anymore, Riley went nearly limp in Dean’s chest and wailed silently into him.

Her brother’s heartbreak was her own as the wind was knocked from her chest. It felt as though she was dying, like she would never fully breathe again. It was pure and unimaginable suffering that she couldn’t shut out. If that was what he was feeling, how could Sam ever come back from this?

Sam swore he would save Madison, only in the end, he couldn’t.

Dean’s promise echoed through Riley’s mind in that deafening silence. Maybe her fate would be the same, her light snuffed out by the man she cared for most; a tragic love story to which there would be no happy ending, only darkness and death.

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that-sweet-little-posh-thing · 8 years ago

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Sherlock S4: A Study in Failure

I saw a lot of people in here making their own lists of all the inconsistencies of TFP, so I decided to make my own and to cover not only the final episode but also to take a look at everything since TST. Also I included some stuff from panels & interviews but didn’t mention anything about setlock, otherwise this list would be much longer. I tried to make it as detailed as possible so be prepared for 2.5k words. Fasten your seatbelts, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride!

Things we were promised to get: 1.”Every clue and red herring will be paid off” 2. “Making TV history” 3. “Insane wish fulfillment” 4. “Groundbreaking” 5. “Shattering climax” 6. Culmination of everything TPTB have been working on for six (6) years. 7. “Everybody got it wrong – we want to get it right” 8. “They were made for each other” 9. “Love conquers all” 10. “Sherlock Holmes is in love – but who with?” I’m sure there are loads more, these are the ones I recall. What we’ve actually got: TST 1. Mary’s death has an only explanation – a story about an appointment with Death. 2. Somehow everyone knows this story even though it’s not that popular for practically everyone to not only know it, but even to QUOTE . 3. Why make Mary a villain in HLV and then give her a redemption arc in TST? 4. The outstanding transition from dangerous assassin to exemplary mother and vice versa throughout whole episode. 5. John’s blog is a jpg. picture, but he somehow manages to post there a heartwarming story about fatherhood even though the child isn’t born yet. 6. John and Mary have an ability to grow their hair at a horrifying speed in a few days, that’s the only reasonable explanation of their haircuts changes. 7. The whole TST case has already taken place in the past – still no one mentions this fact experiencing massive amnesia. 8. “It’s never twins” – never addressed or resolved. 9. THE SCULL which sometimes glows like a Christmas tree and sometimes turns into Malevich’s Black Square. (and it’s completely different from the one that is present in s3) 10. What was the point of Eurus flirting and sexting with John? 11. Charlie Welsborough dying under the fake car seat (no comments). 12. Water dream sequence for some reason trigged by Margaret Thatcher. 13. One of the plaster busts Ajay was looking for is conveniently owned by Welsborough family. (this happens in the same show which claims that universe is rarely lazy to create coincidences). 14. Mycroft knows about every single one of crimes Moriarty was involved in but never tries to arrest him. 15. Why introduce a new character (DI Hopkins) for a scene a few minutes long? 16. That odd words exchange about devil and Antichrist repeated twice. About their own baby. We need context. 17. By the time 4 out of 5 plaster busts are smashed the police should have known that a criminal would target the last one that remains left – still no one bothers to lay an ambush near the house. 18. Mycroft has worked with AGRA and certainly known who Mary really is – but doesn’t reveal anything neither to Sherlock, nor to John. 19. Fucking camera man in the shot. 20. Someone points at John with a laser aiming rifle– but Ajay makes an appearance with usual gun. 21. Mary catching a bullet: - before she actually catches it a bullet makes a half way to its destination, leaving no possibility to do anything in milliseconds. - Mary’s ‘getting shot’ scene happens exactly like it CAN’T happen in real life (which was explicitly explained in HLV) 22. John does nothing to help Mary apart from shashing her. 23. Mary’s death scene - ??? 24. What reccuring dream does Ella talk about? 25. The note stuck to Mycroft’s fridge – “13th” – never addressed. 26. Ella’s room making no sense. 27. Mary calling Sherlock “dragon slayer”. 28. WHAT WAS IN JOHN’S LETTER??? 29. Mycroft saying ‘”There’s no place we can keep Sherlock Holmes in without having a riot on the everyday basis” – did he forget about Sherrinford that’s specifically built for “uncontainables”? TLD: 30. What was the point of Eurus becoming John’s therapist? She’s written as a character who’s incapable of human emotions but still she doesn’t fail to perform a therapist session? 31. Where did she take money to buy clothes/wigs/contacts? 32. Why did she shoot John with tranquilizer from an ordinary gun? 33. What friends does Rosie stay with the whole season? Considering the fact that all John’s friends hate him even I become a bit worried about her. 33. Why attract so much attention to TD-12 and then never use it again? 34. Why did Culverton keep that note and even give it to Eurus? 35. What mutual friend put them in touch? She’s been kept in Sherrinford for her whole life and Moriarty is already dead at that point. 36. How did Eurus know that Culverton said exactly one word/ not a name – she wasn’t participating in that meeting? 37. Sherlock can deduce what circumstances the note was kept in but can’t tell the difference between the woman in front of him and the woman on the photo. 38. What if the window opposite kitchen note board would have blinds? 39. Why does the word “anyone” trigger memories about Redbeard? 40. Why is John surprised that Sherlock’s on Twitter when he was using it constantly in TST? 41.How did Sherlock steal Culverton’s phone when there were more than 10 people directly looking at them? I’m afraid to assume what pocket the phone was in. 42. Nobody knows that it’s actually John’s blog. 43. John beating Sherlock to a pulp – what the hell was that??? 44. John knows that Smith’s favorite room is a mortuary, he hears Culverton saying that he might move Sherlock to his favorite room – but ignores it completely??? 45. Police officer visibly tries to enter a ward, he makes quite a bit of noise – no doubt Culverton hears it but he doesn’t even try to rush. 46. Lestrade somehow knows not only about Mary’s past but even about Sherlock killing Magnussen. 47. “Romantic entanglement would fulfill you as a person” – what is the point of including it if you never going to use it again? 48. It’s obvious that John visits Eurus quite in a while (not once for sure) – still no one tries to find missing therapist whose body would already be quite stinky. 49. Smallcroft - ???? 50. WHY DID EUROS GO IN SUCH TROUBLES TO GET IN TOUCH WITH BOTH SHERLOCK AND JOHN??? 51. Why return back to Sherrinford after a successful escape? Is it the only place where Eurus can take a revenge? TFP: 52. The whole thing with that girl on the plane: did Eurus deliver her lines? If so, how?? Was it somebody else? Guess we will never know. 53. Mark GaHttis’ playing. Number one Emmy’s nominee. 54. Hybrid of umbrella/sword/gun (literally no comments) 55. Fucking clown???? 56. Portraits crying blood tears. I wonder how Sherlock managed to do that. 57. “HEY BRO” 58. Sherlock wearing a deerstalker. He has just forgotten that he hates it. 59. Why does Mycroft still lie about Victor Trevor? He should have known that Eurus would tell Sherlock about it. 60. Fake graveyard? Not a really healthy way to entertain your children. 61. REDBEARD - Where were Victor’s parents? - Why nobody had a clue where to look for a missing child even though Eurus explicitly named him “drowned Redbeard”? - Why Sherlock’s parents never mentioned his sister? Did they just get over it like nothing happened? - FUCKING DOG BOWL??? The dog was not real! - Did Sherlock forget about his dad’s allergy? - Redbeard was licking Sherlock’s face in his MP. And the dog has never existed. But Sherlock remembers someone licking his face. I’ll leave it to your deductions. - Whole Sherlock’s life is deep, deep waters – his suppressed memories about drowned friend. But Sherlock didn’t know he drowned, he, in fact, didn’t know at all how he died. So where do these water memories come from? - Why did Mycroft write all those numbers in his notebook on the same page with “Redbeard” written? What was the point of “vernet”? What was it all for? 62. Fucking drone! Smashing the window! Isn’t it a bit dangerous doing that with a grenade taped to it? Why did Eurus even try to kill them if she wants to play the game? 63. John, an army man, doesn’t know what grenade looks like. 64. Mycroft knows exactly what type of grenade it is but still waits for motion sensor to activate. Well, I think they just had to justify the need to jump out of the window. 65. What phone call Sherlock talks about? John’s daughter is a toddler. 66. Mycroft asks if café below is opened, because grenade is that powerful that it can make a hole in the floor but SOMEHOW it doesn’t even cause any damages to the furniture in the room & flame just goes through things without burning them to a crisp. 67. DAT EXPLOSION aka Adobe Premiere in its finest. 68. After jumping out of the first floor window on the concrete and rolling head over heels down the stairs no one has a scratch. 69. How did they even get on a boat??? Did they use Dr. Strange’s cape? 70. So they know that the safety of Sherrinford is probably compromised, and if Eurus has indeed left the island there should have been definitely more than one person helping her. Knowing that they come there with no back up, no security, and no one knowing that they are making a visit. Very smart. 71. Why dress up as a fisherman? Why go in such troubles if they could just arrive there with trained people and detain everyone? 72. Where did the glass go??? And why Sherlock doesn’t see it’s missing? Did Eurus hypnotize everyone to ignore this fact? 73. If she is capable of enslaving people why didn’t she make somebody to be her friend in childhood? For example Sherlock? 74. All this concept of Eurus’ superpowers is kinda automatically fucked up if it doesn’t work all the time. 75. Sherlock ignoring Vatican Cameos - WHAT???? 76. The moment she jumped on Sherlock and tried to suffocate him, what was it all about??? 77. Who edited all those Moriarty videos & sounds? 78. 5 minutes was enough for Euros to tell the whole story about Redbeard, instruct what videos Moriarty has to record and come up with an evil plan how to play Sherlock and Mycroft. So we may consider that Moriarty worked for/with her? The perfect example of how to ruin character’s story. 79. And then Jim never uses Redbeard against Sherlock??? 80. What was those convulsions in front of the glass about? Can somebody explain their purpose? They had only 5 minutes and I have a feeling that biggest part of that time was spent on those movements. 81. Mycroft purchases grenades, tries to kill a clown but out of sudden he refuses to kill a man because he doesn’t want blood on his hands. 82. So they just try to save the girl by killing other people. What a concept. 83. After they are all trapped in the cell why did every prison worker disappear? Did Euros talk to every single one of them and programmed all the necessary actions in advance? 84. THAT PUKE. 85. Who builds secret doors in cells????? 86. Who painted the room and put a rifle in it? 87. FUCKING GARRIDEBS. 88. Does Sherrinford naturally have this mechanism to hang people? 89. During Euros’ game they have a motivation to play in form of the girl on the plane but the moment comes and it just stops working. They kill people, solve cases to save the plane and suddenly stop caring about it at all. 90. Who delivers a coffin to a secret island? 91. Why nobody outside this island controls it or knows what’s happening there? No one comes with inspection? No one watches camera’s tapes? No one notices missing glass? 92. John cares about girl and other people on the plane but doesn’t care if his daughter becomes an orphan. 93. A coffin is small and Sherlock suggests it is for woman. Tall women and short men? Never seen one. 94. How did Euros get to know that Molly’s in love with Sherlock? Did she pretend to be her therapist as well? 95. Who put cameras in Molly’s house? 96. Molly talking to a lock screen – pfff why bother indeed. 97. Even if the girl would be real how the hell they planned to help her to land a plane? 98. Tranquilizer darts coming out of the walls. Because secret doors weren’t enough. 99. John and Mycroft don’t care if Sherlock shoots himself, they only care about the girl on the plane. 100. That black goo. 101. FAKE ROOM - Who built it? - How did Euros bring it there alone? If she wasn’t alone where were her assistants? - Why even do this? What’s the point? 102. How did she bring Sherlock and John there? 103. Who and why put Sherlock’s coat on him? The last time we saw Sherlock he was in a suit. 104. Somebody has to go down the well with John to chain him up and then climb back up – it takes at least two men to do this and still Eurus is the only one arrested after all this mess. 105. John, the same man who can break every bone in human body while naming them can’t tell apart dog’s bones and human bones. 106. Who set up all those cameras and projectors? 107. “Try as long as possible not to drown”. Sherlock just stops caring about John and a girl on the plane AT ALL with NO REASON WHATSOEVER. His sisters’ riddle is much more important. 108. John climbing up a rope with his feet chained to the bottom of the well. This never fails to make me laugh. 109. Lestrade is the only one police officer in the world – wherever Sherlock gets in troubles he is always going to be there. 110. “He is a good one” – What exactly made him say this? For sure there must be a good reason to complete Sherlock’s character arc, but all he does is … hugging his sister? 111. Btw Eurus just HAPPENS to give up her game and tell Sherlock where’s John. So in the end, all she needed was a hug. And we are supposed to feel compassion. Never mind that she killed lots of people, she turns out to be not as bad as everybody thought. 112. They put her back in Sherrinford. In the place she has already successfully escaped from. 113.”She had passed beyond our view. No words can reach her now.” What does it mean and how did this happen? 114. Molly visiting 221B St. like nothing happened. She probably shagged someone and simply got over it. No need to go in depth because she’s just a plot device. 115. Mary’s DVD and voiceover – was it so necessary? Why her? Why do we keep seeing her after her death? When these DVDs will end? And who sends them at the right moments? 116. “Who you really are doesn’t matter”. (drops mic)

I want to finish this with a quote of Steven Moffat who’s 100% sure that “There isn’t something we have to come back to address.” If you ever hear this man saying that, laugh him in the face because he’s both a liar and a overconfident queerbaiter who elects to ignore the facts, but still considers his audience to be dumber than he is. Sorry for my English ^^ Johnlock is real. Tagging my all-time favourites:

@weeesi @thepineapplering @221boylove @wellthengameover @waitedforgarridebs @redpeacoat3 @the-7-percent-solution @221bmeta @astudyinsnoggy @bug-catcher-in-viridian-forest @cheuwing @deducingbbcsherlock @finalproblem @freebatchhell @hubblegleeflower @inevitably-johnlocked @kirkallalong @loudest-subtext-in-tv @notagarroter @opttoremember @pearlrebs @maryray1895

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