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Part Three: Guilt Isn’t an Emotion I Have. (The Third Man S06E03)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader call Castiel for help when they investigate a case about several dead police officers who seem to have been killed by the plagues of Egypt. With Heaven in a state of chaos, God’s weapons have been stolen. The four head off to find the thief and come face to face with an old enemy. Meanwhile, the reader and Dean try to work like professionals with one another, and not let old feelings get in the way. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 5,735.

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It took you a split second to stare at the faded floral wallpaper behind Cas to realize that you were back at the motel room, just like that. You blinked in surprise, still not exactly used to Cas back to his old self and his nifty abilities again, where you could pop into one part of the world, before coming back to another. You noticed that it wasn't just the four of you, either. The angel had brought back Aaron, who remained unconscious from what was done to him, and tossed gently down to the bed for safekeeping. You looked at Cas with a slightly annoyed expression, wondering why he bailed so quickly out of the Birch household and came back here. Dean, however, was more worried about the pissed off father and scared child when they woke up. Not to mention, there was rules for snatching a kid out of his home without his parents knowing.

"Cas," Dean spoke slowly, his eyes wandering away from Aaron and to the angel, wanting to make sure he knew what sort of consequences would follow for whatever plans he had in mind. "You realize you just kidnapped a kid?"

“If the angel we seek truly bought this boy’s soul—when a claim is laid on a living soul, it leaves a mark, a brand.” Cas explained his reasoning behind what he was doing. You nodded your head slowly and tried to understand, but you furrowed your brow in confusion.

“What, like a shirt tag at camp?” You wondered, trying to make sense of what he was say. It was Cas’ turn to stare at you with a blank expression from your example.

“I have no idea.” Cas admitted. Your natural reaction was to roll your eyes from how naive he could still be with human references. However, one thing that he was good at was dealing with all this angel business you stumbled upon. “But I can read the mark, and find the name of the angel that bought the soul.”

“How?” You wondered.

“Well, painfully, for him.” The angel said. You watched as he began to start rolling up the sleeve of his jacket. And just like that, when you realized what he was about to do, you suddenly were against what he was about to do. “The reading will be excruciating.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. He’s a kid, Cas. I can’t be the only one who thinks this is a bad idea.” Dean jumped first to protesting this idea as he stepped forward, stopping the angel from doing anything that might harm the child. You looked over at the older Winchester with the same look on your face as he did. You didn’t like what Cas was proposing. Dean looked over at his little brother, thinking that he was about to ramble on about how there had to be another way. But he stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, looking all too calm and casual. “Sam.”

Sam remained silent, not budging when Dean wondered what the hell was going on. Normally it was his little brother who would have been in this position. You knew well enough the man had been different over the past year. He looked like the same Sam Winchester that had died. He smiled, laughed, and did everything else without a problem. But if you looked long enough into his eyes, put him a situation that would make someone feel any kind of emotion, he went blank. Any answer that he gave was for the greater good, what would benefit him. Hurting the kid meant that he could get the answers to who this angel was, solve this hunt and move onto another one. You wondered if he even cared at all...if he felt anything.

“Any permanent damage?” Sam asked, as if that’s what you wanted him to say. The younger Winchester caught himself acting a bit funny, he could always tell from the look you gave him when he caught you staring at him. He thought that’s what his old, caring, self would ask. Dean looked at his little brother with a bewildered expression from what was going on here.

“Psychically, minimal.” Cas said.

“Oh, well. Yeah.” You mocked the casual attitude that was being shown from Cas and Sam, two people who wouldn’t have dared thought of doing this a year ago. At least, without some guilt to follow after. “Then by all means, if you two think this is such just a great idea, stick your arm right in there.”

“Y/N, if I get the name I can work a ritual to track the angel down.” The angel explained to you, as if you didn’t know that already.

“Dean and I are all for that, but come on.” You argued with him. “There’s got to be another way.”

“There is no other way.” Cas said just seconds later.

Your expression began to failure when you realized you couldn't change his mind on what he was about to do. No matter what you tried to say to the angel, he was stuck in his own head that this was the right thing that had to be. Suddenly you looked at him like his old self, the one you had first met just a few years ago—the one who would do anything for Heaven without question—was standing right next to you. Because it sure felt like it.

"You’re gonna torture a kid, Cas.” You mumbled to him, letting that be your last attempt.

“I can’t care about that, Y/N.” Cas suddenly snapped at you. Your face scrunched in anger from his tone he used on you alone, but it soon turned into how he was going to harm a child. If only you knew that it pained him to do this. But it had to be done. There was more at stake here than you or Dean would ever realize. “I don’t have the luxury.”

You let out a quiet sigh and looked away, letting him be. Cas rolled up his sleeve to his elbow and loomed over the child for a moment. He inhaled a deep breath before forcing himself to do the task. You turned around and crossed your arms tightly over your chest, Dean automatically put one foot in front and tried to stop anymore of this from happening when Aaron began to scream on the top of his lungs from the pain that was being inflicted on him without choice. But Sam yanked him back, stopping him from doing something that might make things worse.

You flinched at how long the screams seemed to have went on for. It felt like forever to you, but after a minute, Aaron fell silent, making you look over your shoulder to see that Cas was done from poking around at the boy’s soul. He pulled down his sleeve, appearing not to feel guilty for what he’d done. Your eyes wandered down to the boy, to see that he appeared to be peacefully sleeping, unaware of what had been done to him.

“He’ll rest now.” Cas said.

“Did you get a name?” You asked not a second later, hoping all of this wasn’t a waste. “What is it?”

“I thought he died in the war.” Cas didn’t give you much more information than that. He walked across the motel room, you raised your brow, asking him if he happened to have been a friend from the look that settled across his face. “A good friend.”

“Well, congratulations. He’s alive and well. I mean, nobody really stays dead long anyway.” You said. The four of you were exceptions to the rules of the natural order. But it seemed this friend of Cas’ decided that he didn’t want to be an angel anymore. “Looks like your frat buddy is now moonlighting as a crossroads demon.”

“Balthazar,” The angel muttered his friend’s name underneath his breath. “I wonder.”

“So we can find him now, right?” You asked, hoping to push things along again.

“Balthazar.” An unfamiliar male voice made your head quickly look to the front door of the motel room, wondering what the hell was going on. You furrowed your brow to see there was a man standing there, but when you caught sight of what he was holding, you knew right away that it was an angel. His lips stretched into a smirk at how easy he got a bit of information. "Thanks, Castiel, we'll make good use of the name.”

You felt someone grip around your arm yank you backwards, making you stumble out of the way from the fight that broke out without warning. The angel had gotten exactly what he needed from eavesdropping on the conversation. He swung down the blade that he was holding, attempting to stab his fellow brother, but Cas was faster. He managed to block the attack, and the next few. But the angel wasn’t the least bit afraid, he happened to slip in a friendly hello from a fellow friend that you had met personally on one occasion—one that you had left in a ring of holy fire, the archangel who wouldn’t think twice of sending one of his goons and smiting all of you.

Cas pushed the angel away from what he heard across the room. His brother broke out into a grin as he let out a laugh, and he had every right to look arrogant when he managed to sneak the blade out of Cas' hand, and held both of them in his hands, making him the more powerful opponent here. But Cas wasn't going to be intimated by the fear tactic. The angel lunged forward, attempting to take his brother by surprise. Cas managed to grab his brother by the wrists and overpower him, letting the blades fall out of his grip and slide across the floor. You noticed right away that they laid at your feet. You thought for a second to grab one to defend yourself, but Cas had a different idea of how to solve this problem.

The angel shoved his brother again across the room, but towards the window this time. He ran forward, and without even a warning, you saw a blur of dark blue and tan, all before the sounds of glass breaking. You didn’t realize until it was too late that Cas went running to the window, and threw himself out with his brother tight in his grip. The action took everyone by surprise. You went bolting for the window, ignoring the broken glass and fragments of wood that crunched underneath the bottom of your shoes. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. You watched as the two men went free falling in the air, the drop to the ground was far. You winced and looked away when you watched Cas hit the windshield of the car, seconds later, the alarm went off from what happened.

The boys went rushing to the window just a few moments later after hearing the alarm go off. You opened up your eyes to see that the angel had disappeared, but Cas seemed good as new when he slipped off the car, having no damage what so ever. You let out a sigh in frustration from what the hell just unfolded. And not to mention, the car you’d actually grown to liking, had been crushed, thanks to some pesky angels.

“My car.” Sam mumbled, looking devastated at seeing his most prized possession destroyed.

“Okay.” Dean couldn’t help himself but rub just the slightest amount of salt in his little brother’s wound. A little smirk stretched across his lips. “Silver lining.”

“He’s gone.”

You quickly looked behind you to see that Cas was now standing in the middle of the room, not a single scratch on his body, as if what had unfolded never happened. “All right, Cas,” You were nothing but baffled at what was happening left and right without answers. You followed behind him like his shadow when he walked over to the small kitchen area, opening cupboards to find something, whatever the hell it was. “Who the hell was that guy?”

“A soldier of Raphael.” Cas answered, shutting one cabinet door and going for another when his search came up empty. “He must have followed me when I answered Dean’s call.”

“Raphael?” Sam repeated what he heard. “The archangel?”

"Last time I remember, we left him in a ring of holy fire. I’m sure he didn't send one of his goons to simply say 'hello.'" You said, your voice growing harder when you watched him take a bowl out of the cabinet before going back on the move again. "Sorry for asking, but what the hell is going on here?"

“I can explain later, Y/N.” Cas said when he set the bowl down to the table and made his way over to the other side of the motel. “Right now, we have to—”

“No, not later, now.” You stepped right in his path and placed your hand out, stopping him Cas in his tracks so he could give you some proper information. He let out a sigh. “You can’t just take control like this, Cas. Just...stop, all right? There’s too many angels, Cas. I don’t know who’s first, what’s on second—”

“What's on second?” Cas asked, repeating a phrase he wasn’t familiar with.

“Oh my God. Don’t start that. You’ve been on earth for how long?” You grumbled, rolling your eyes from his behavior that was starting to grow more irritating with each passing second. “Is it gonna really hurt to give us just a bit of freaking information?”

“It is simple, Raphael and his followers...they want him to rule heaven. I, and many others, the last thing we want is to let him take over.” Cas explained to the three of you, finally giving you a bit of insight to what had been going on upstairs. It seemed things weren’t as peaceful and full of orderly from the last time the angel had been there. “It’d be catastrophic.”

You could only presume what he was trying to say, “You’re talking civil war.”

“Technically, yes. Which is why we have to find Balthazar and his weapons before Raphael does.” Cas said. You stepped out of the way when Cas made his way to the bed closest to the window, and grabbing Sam's duffel bag full of different weapons and things the both of you used for hunts. He rifled through the belongings to find what he needed to conduct the ritual. “Whoever has the weapons wins the war.”

“Help yourself.” Sam muttered, not happy seeing the angel taking it upon himself to his property after he crushed his car. Not to mention, the motel room window.

“What happens if Raphael wins?” You asked. “I mean, what does the bastard want?”

“To end the story the way it was written.” Cas said. He snatched a silver flask and lightly shook it, hearing the contents of the holy water splash around in its confinements.

“Let me guess. The apocalypse, the one we derailed?” You wondered if this was going in the same direction of the exact same situation you had tried stopping. The one that sent you straight to the cage, where Michael and Lucifer remained. You had a feeling the angels didn’t need their mascots to complete the job if they had some of daddy’s special toys. You threw your hands up in the air in frustration. “You guys will never get over this, will you?”

“Raphael wants to put it back on the rails. So it appears that he will not be, Y/N.” Cas�� naivety was peeking out again. You gave him a look to shut up. The angel stood there for a moment, trying to make sure that he had everything that he might need. You glanced over at the boys, all of you were confused, wondering why heaven wouldn’t leave the apocalypse business alone once and for all. You tried asking Cas a simple question. Why? But he was caught up in himself, suddenly realizing something. “I need myrrh.”

“Myrrh?” Sam mumbled underneath his breath.

When you blinked, Cas was gone, just like that. You and the boys were left a bit startled from how easy your friend could pop back and forth without breaking a sweat. Dean grumbled something underneath his breath, finding this new side of Cas the least bit helpful. There was too many angels, too many questions that were left unanswered. Not to mention, hearing about the apocalypse, the thorn in your side for months, made you feel unsettled. Nervous for whatever kind of tricks Raphael might pull to get this plan back started up again.

The sound of the bowl Cas had took out from the cabinet banged against the table, making you look behind you to see that the angel was back from his trip to grab myrrh. He cleared off the table so he could take a piece of chalk he'd gotten from somewhere to draw a circle out on the table, all before adding a few other symbols that appeared to look ever so slightly familiar.

“Why does Raphael wanna bring back all this crap?” Dean questioned the angel, wanting some answers.

Cas added a few more details to the circle before saying, “He’s a traditionalist.”

“Even for someone like you, this is a lot of stuff you’ve been hauling around for the past year. It’s something that affects us, too. I mean, Sam and I did die to stop all of this from even being a possibility of happening again.” You said, stepping forward to the table. “Why did you tell us, Cas? We could have helped sooner.”

“I was ashamed.” Cas admitted. His gaze fell to the table, as if he couldn’t look in you or the boys straight in the eye, the guilt of what he’d done was too overbearing. “I expected more from my brothers. I’m sorry.”

“Out of anyone in this world, we know about dysfunctional families. Trust me." You tried to make the angel feel better as you stretched out your arm to place it on his shoulder in a comforting manner. "I just wish that—Hey! What the hell are you doing?"

“I need your blood.” Cas simply explained. He dragged you over to the table and held your hand over the bowl, getting ready to slice your palm open to draw some blood to continue on with the spell. However, before the knife could cut you, the angel froze in his spot, feeling something strange coming from you. He furrowed his brow as he looked at you with a perplexed expression, making you feel suddenly self-conscious that something was wrong. But he didn’t say. He pushed you away in favor for Dean, who asked why he didn’t use his own. “Wouldn’t work, I’m not human.”

Cas managed to squeeze out a decent amount of blood before releasing the older Winchester and added a few more ingredients of holy water and rocks to the mixture before starting a chant that sounded like enochian. You watched as a sizzle of smoke began to slowly rise from the bowl. But your attention was pulled away from the ritual when you heard the sounds of sirens coming from a few blocks away. It seemed somebody noticed two guys falling out a fifth story window and decided it might have been a good idea to call the cops.

“Uh, Cas,” Sam spoke up, hearing the commotion growing louder outside that was starting to make him grow concerned at what might happen if you stayed around here for too long. “How long does this spell take?”

Cas didn’t say anything. He concentrated down at the bowl for a handful of seconds more, until he got the exact location that he needed. “Got him,” The angel declared. “Let’s go.”

“Whoa, whoa, wait,” Dean stopped the angel before any of you could vanish. He pointed a finger over his shoulder to the child that was still unconscious on the bed. “What about him?”

“Don’t you think the police will take him home?” Cas asked.

It seemed the angel had already thought of his plan thoroughly to the final detail. But you had a feeling from the look on his face that he didn’t really care what happened to Aaron Birch. Or if that’s what he was trying to tell himself to keep his mind focused on the bigger focus here.

+ + +

Angels typically came only in one attitude style; obnoxious, rude, and downright dicks who think they knew everything. None of them had been kind to you. There had been a few exceptions to the rule. Anna could have been one of them. A fallen angel who wanted to be human and rebel against her own kind. Your feelings for her dramatically changed when she decided to go back in time and kill your parents to keep the apocalypse from happening. However, before she could do such a thing, Michael, the archangel, had burned her to a crisp. Funny enough, the only angel, besides Cas, who had been any sort of helpful to you was Gabriel.

He was once known as a trickster to you. The one who thought it’d be funny to make you and Dean dying every other day to putting you into TV hell to make all of you “play your role.” However, he changed his tune when things got serious. H e’d given you a way to put Lucifer back in the cage. And, for an added bonus, he gave a helpful hint to putting you back to normal. You always thought he was a cheeky son of a bitch. But it seemed that Gabriel wasn’t the only angel who had a taste for the finer things in life.

“Huh.” Dean seemed rather taken back himself to see the four of you standing on the lawn of a rather impressive looking mansion that had everything from the manicured grass to a large enough pool to throw a fun party. “I was expecting more Dr. No, less Liberace.”

“He’s got style,” You said. “I’ll give him that much.”

You wanted to meet this famous Balthazar in person. It started at first of getting a bit of payback for what he did to Aaron, a kid who didn’t know any better. Now it was partly turning into a bit of curiosity to see this angel up close and personal. Mostly all the angels you had been in person were clueless pricks with a stick shoved up their ass. Balthazar seemed different from where he decided to hide away. And there wasn’t a chance you were going to let Cas out of your sight. He might have been back to normal, but if Raphael’s little goons were running around, you weren’t going to take a chance on letting anyone staying here alone. The boys kept an eye out for each other while you teamed up with Cas. All of you were armed for whatever might happen.

You and Cas wandered into the mansion to see where you might find out where his fellow friend had been hiding. You noticed the place was set up pretty fancy, objects that looked to be worth more than your house alone were displayed all around the bottom floor of the mansion. You walked around more with Cas, the both of you hearing distant sounds of music playing around the place, but not sure where it was coming from. Or noticing any sign of a living soul around the place. Well...that was human, at least.

A look of confusion crossed your face when you heard what you thought sounded like a toad croaking. You thought it was some kind of trick. But, no. There was a toad sitting on top of the staircase, staring down at you and Cas. You couldn't help yourself but smile in amusement as you nudged Cas lightly in the side to make a joke about how he should kiss it to see if the toad would turn into a chick for him. The angel didn’t find it the least bit funny. He gave you a blank expression before grabbing a hold of your arm, teleporting you from the ground to the second floor. Just like that.

The music had gotten louder from where you were standing. You didn’t wait for Cas to catch up when you spotted a pair of double doors just down the hall, the angel followed soon after when he couldn’t come up for a reason why the toad would be there. You placed your hands on the handles and pushed them open to reveal a sight in which made you let out a quiet chuckle.

The mansion wasn't without a decent size looking ballroom that one could throw for parties and have some playing the grand baby piano that sat across the room. As you stepped inside, you noticed the room was dimly lit, only to show off the strobe lights of neon colors to be seen better to make this party vibe even stronger. You looked over your shoulder to see that Cas had joined you in the room, his eyes wandered around the place, trying to see if he could find Balthazar, or if this was some kind of trap. You were feeling a bit of mix feelings when the double doors shut behind you, and locking. That was a noise that always made you feel warm and welcomed. Your grip around the blade tightened, not sure who was running the show here.

“Cas. You’re here.” You heard a male voice come from across the room, making you look away from the doors and to an unfamiliar man with a glass in his hand, and a friendly smile to greet the both of you. The angel next to you confirmed you suspicions when he spoke his name. The famous Balthazar that had been stirring up some trouble. "It's so good to see you. He told me you were floating around with a couple of humans. Didn’t mention one of them was a pretty, young thing.”

"I'm flattered, really." You said, trying to resist the urge to roll your eyes as your lips stretched into a mocking smile. You might have been human, but you proved that you didn't come here on very friendly terms when you pointed the blade in his direction, having a few questions for the angel that needed some answers. "Who's this he that you're talking about?"

“I believe you two have flown together.” Balthazar said, speaking to his fellow brother. You furrowed your brow when he began to let out chuckle. The lights suddenly came on as the music stopped, showing the angel that Cas had thrown out the window was lying on the floor. But it seemed he wasn't alone in his vessel. You grimaced when you watched as a lump in his throat appeared, all before his mouth opened up, and out crawled a toad. Exactly like the one you'd seen just a few minutes ago. "Well, you know, the old frog in the throat."

“Even I know that’s a bad joke.” Cas said, not finding the little act amusing as his brother. You watched as the toad disappeared from sight, leaving the three of you alone to talk in private. “I grieved your death, Balthazar.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry about that, you know.” The angel apologized. But from how casual his tone was, it seemed that he wasn’t all that concerned for the trouble he’d been causing. “I wanted them to think, you know, so they wouldn’t come looking for me.”

“You know, I’m still learning how this whole angel business works. I thought you guys only cared about getting this whole apocalypse business on track. Or at least trying to stop it. Even for me, this is a little...over the top.” You said, looking at the dead body and back at the angel in front of you. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Whatever I want. This morning I had a menage a—what’s french for twelve?”

You and Cas exchanged a look, both of you appeared a bit uncomfortable at the thought of how the angel had spent his time. But you weren’t here to discuss his activities he’d been doing to keep himself busy.

“You stole the staff of Moses.” Cas said, his fellow brother didn’t deny that.

“Sure, sure. I stole a lot of things. And I’m sure with some time,” Balthazar was a complete opposite from the other angels who you were used to meeting for the first time. Your brow arched when he walked over to you, and with a sly move, lightly grabbed a hold of your hand and moved it up so he could press his lips against the back of your hand. “Your heart could be the very next thing.”

“You didn’t tell me he was such a charmer, Cas.” You said, looking over at the angel with a smirk before back to the one in front of you.

“And I don’t believe you told me this lovely woman’s name, brother.” Balthazar added. You told him your name, and with a bit of surprise, it seemed that he was taken a bit back to see the the infamous creation done by Lucifer himself. He squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was taking a moment to inspect more than just your facial features. "You're the Y/N Y/L/N? I'd thought you'd be more...I don’t know, demon."

"That is not of important right now, Balthazar. This isn't you. You were a great and honorable soldier. We fought together." Cas brought the conversation back to the reason why he was here in the first place. Balthazar stepped away from you and walked a few feet until he back turned to the both of you. He seemed the old times were in the past, he'd dealt with the problems of heaven too many times to count. "I know you. You're not some common thief."

“Common? No.” Balthazar turned around to correct his brother. “Thief? Eh.”

“I need your help.” Cas said.

“I know, I’ve been hearing all about you And as far as I’m concerned, you and me, Cas, nothing’s changed. We’re brothers.” Balthazar reassured his siblings. “Of course I wanna help you.”

"Thank you." Cas whispered. But he suddenly grew silent. You looked over at the angel and gave him a confused expression, wondering why he suddenly clammed up. Ever so slowly, he asked for a favor that he knew wouldn’t come without a fight "I need the weapons."

Unsurprisingly, Balthazar snapped at his brother. "Don't ask for that."

“Why take them?” You asked him. “Why run away?

"Because I could." Balthazar simply explained to the both of you. You could have started the apocalypse and killed half the planet, but you didn't. Because it was the right thing to do. The angel looked at you a bit funny, seeming to sense the glare you were giving him. "What? Cas, you're the one who made it possible. The footsteps I'm following, they're yours. What you did, stopping the big plan, the prize fight. You did more than rebel. You tore the whole script and burned the pages for all of us. It's a new era. No rules. No destiny. Just utter and complete freedom." "And this is what you do with it?" You asked the angel. "Bribing innocent children's and having ménage a duex with chicks?" "That's the word!" Balthazar snapped his fingers and pointed one at you, his lips stretching into a smile at hearing the word that was bugging him. You didn't smile when he began chuckling. You and his brother stared at him with a disapproving glare as the angel walked back over to the piano. "Hey, screw it, right? I mean, dad's not coming back. Luci's locked away for good. You might as well blow coke and jump on the bed. Or...whatever you do, love. Castiel, you proved to me we could do anything, so I'm trying everything. What difference does it make?"

“Of course it makes a difference. It’s—It’s civil war up there.” Cas found himself overwhelmed with anger when his brother wasn’t acting like how he’d hope. He stopped for a moment to get himself under control before speaking again. “If we can beat Raphael, we can end this. Just give me the weapons.”

Balthazar laughed at his brother’s command. “Do you know what’s funny about you? You actually believe that you can stop the fighting. It will never stop. My advice, grab something valuable and fake your own death.”

"Hate to break up the party, sweetcheeks, but your little holiday is over." You said, watching as the angel took a sip of his drink before setting it down on the piano to safekeeping. "Raphael knows you're alive. And I'm pretty sure he's looking for you."

“Oh, Raphael can try me anytime. I’m armed. I’m sorry, Cas. All else aside, I’m really, really happy to see you. Even though you still have that stick up your ass. And Y/N, it was a pleasure to have met you." Balthazar said. You gave him a small smile, but your expression dropped when you heard something that sounded awfully familiar like thunder, taking all of you by surprise. "Was that you by chance, love?"

“Yeah. I just casually go around causing thunderstorm.” You said. “What do I look like to you, Mother Nature?”

“Oh, that’s my cue, then.” Balthazar mumbled, knowing there was only one person who else would do such a thing. You let out a frustrated sigh, knowing well enough the angel was all talk and no show for when the enemy came knocking on his door. “Tell Raphael to bite me.”

With the snap of his fingers, Balthazar disappeared from your sight. You had a feeling the angel was right about getting far away from here as possible. Not only did you have an archangel who wanted to start up the apocalypse again, you had a feeling he was still holding a grudge against what you and Cas did to him all that time ago. And time can leave a lot for someone to think of creative ways of how to get revenge on the enemy.

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Grand Prix RPDR RuView: Fractured Fairy Tales (S06E03)

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So the episode opens with the 13 queens entering the workroom and seeing Jaymes Mansfield’s mirror message. Alexis Michelle and the other queens congratulate Valentina on winning the first maxi challenge. Some of the queens admitted they underestimated her, mistaking her inexperience for weakness. Then Trinity Taylor opens her big and bemoans not winning. She’s acting like the drunk, bitter bridesmaid, envious that it was not her “special day”.

It seems that queens like Trinity, have to be the bride at the wedding or the corpse at the funeral (aka the center of attention).

The next day RuPaul enters and has a rather odd discussion about her wax figure, on loan from Madame Tussauds Wax Museum. I didn’t understand her hinting there may be a hidden camera, all of them are already followed around constantly. She then informs her legendary children that the episode’s Maxi Challenge will be having to create their own Fairy Tale princess character, as well as a cool sidekick creature, which they will be performing as well...

I find it odd RuPaul is still referring to it as a “Maxi Challenge” as the last time (to airdate) that there was a mini challenge was in All Stars 2. I wish the producers would bring those back.

The queens are free to use the materials from the Fabric Planet kiosk. Aja believes with her sewing skills that her creation will be so avant-garde and amazing, that she is a force to be reckoned with. Farrah plans on doing a water/mermaid based princess...until she finds out Trinity is doing something similar. Kimora decides on a jungle motif for her princess; she also laments that she does not sew and is dreading doing it. Eureka collects all the rats and cockroaches for her idea, a sewer themed princess. Alexis Michelle, was inspired by her personal hastage #SubwayFish, since she rides the subway to and from events.

For their one on one with Ru, Farrah explains her princess is an underwater celebutante. Farrah tells RuPaul that her sewing proficiency is not up to par, but will try her hardest. Aja tells Ru that her princess, Distastah a volcanic inspiration and her confidence will sell the look. Valentina, dressed as a young Norma Desmond (that’s not exactly the best career reference) describes her princess from the ice planet Azula.

Trinity begins to discuss her princess and sidekic....but then digresses into complaining about Valentina winning.

Farrah Moan has gone into full Blonde Benet Glamsey mode when trying to make her ensemble. Eureka, who was moved to pity, decides to help her as much as possible. It may have been just to shut her up, but hey whatever works! The next day, Kimora has Cynthia explain what exactly “cucu” means, she informs that it’s an alternative to the spanish work “culo” (which is a pejorative). Trinity and Cynthia talk about their connection to the Pulse massacre. The daughter of Trinity’s friend was killed, after just finishing school. Cynthia having to reschedule her appearance there had her good friend die after going to Pulse to see her, and deciding to stay to have a fun night out. The queens affirm they must be strong, proud, and have synergy to have the world. it was a really great positive moment in the episode’s drama.

So this week RuPaul walks down the runway in a look that would give Cinderella a run for her money! Her makeup and outfit are much better this week, I think she may have finally called her Fairy Godmother. The guest judges are the princely Todrick Hall and Broadway baby Cheyenne Jackson. This marks the only time what RuPaul has let anyone in the nine seasons and +100 episodes who has performed in drag on the judge's panel.

Fashion Over-Ru:

Category is Princess fantasy! Leading the runway was Cynthia Lee Fontaine as Princess Cuculina in an ensemble that was essentially an embellished pageant gown. It wasn’t bad, just a bit boring and safe. Her rabbit sidekick was far more entertaining. Peppermint’s fiery Princess Carcinogenetta was half DC villain Volcana and Disney’s Hades.

Her “flaming” sidekick, Petey the pilot light was funny and complimented the look well. Farrah Moan’s Princess Pacifica was a cute idea but poorly executed, as she can’t sew and apparently can barely handle a hot glue gun. The bra/fabric wrapped around the waist look was straight out of Season 8 courtesy of Derrick Barry.

(Anytime you get Queens that say they can’t sew; I hear Bianca Del Rio saying, “really Queen?”) The best part of her Princess look? The wig. Charlie Hides’ Princess Climaxica was very futuristic Hanna-Barbera in a metallic copper gown and spangled headpiece she reminded me of something out of ‘The Jetsons’. Her sidekick, Isabella SnatchPacker, reminded me of the Great Gazoo. Eureka’s sewer princess, was much better looking than I expected it to be, and her story was funny, but I can see the #wigtopiary is still an ongoing look.

I really liked Alexis Michelle’s makeup and hair as Princess #SubwayFish, but felt the more simplistic ensemble wasn’t as exciting. Her sidekick, #subwaytadpole’s makeup on the other hand reminded me of a cross between Insane Clown Posse, Ornacia, and New York guido. Going for a skimpy ensemble when you can’t sew isn’t a bad idea, but Kimora’s Princess Banana Lady was so uninspired and expected that it couldn’t save her lackluster sidekick and less than sensemaking story. Also cut the jungle banana princess motif, Josephine Baker did it first and MUCH better!

Princess Zathena, Nina Bo’nina Brown (Pinkett Smith’s) martian princess was out of this world! Another stunning makeup job and a cohesive storyline pulled this look together. (I kept laughing at her sidekick because she was essentially boobs on a unicycle) Sasha Velour, had one of the more serious stories, as Princess Uglina and her imaginary troll Lump. The looks was a little hodgepodge, but it correlated with her story and sidekick. Shea Coulee’s Princess Aquaria reminded me ALOT of of Latrice Royale’s Pride Boat look on Season 4, minus the bejeweled lips and sculpted blue updo. It again wasn’t a bad look, just safe and a bit boring.

Valentina’s chilly Princess Vira was a strong look, I only wished it was a gown, and not a leotard. I think it's safe to say her sidekick, Niddy, was inspired by Navi from The Legend of Zelda. In a look best described as a cinnamon pimp straight out of Candyland, was Aja as Princess Disastah. This look was a disaster from head to toe! From the Heat Miser wig to the chaps (what princess do you know that wears chaps?) to the harsh and ridiculously overdrawn makeup-this look was a hot mess of volcanic proportions. It was if Xtina was thrown into a volcano and bestowed super powers.

Lastly was Trinity Taylor as Princess AquaPussy. Her look was well executed and was far stronger than the other two queens with oceanic/underwater themes. Her sidekick, Stanky the starfish was especially entertaining. The first sewing challenge showed us who has the strong ideas and creative skills and who has questionable taste levels and inexperience.

Alexis, Nina Bo’Nina, Charlie, Sasha, Eureka and Shea were safe and excused to the backstage. Peppermint confesses she used the princess challenge to face her fear of fire. Farrah’s mermaid ensemble did not make waves, and Kimora’s jungle princess did not have the judges going bananas. Valentina’s icy princess was totally chill. Unfortunately Aja’s creation Disastah went up in smoke. It was way too many things being done at once.

Trinity won the maxi challenge, and Farrah was given a lifesaver by Ru. Aja and Kimora lip synch to Bonnie Tyler’s “Holding Out for a Hero,” which is more than appropriate. Aja’s death drops and true raw emotion shined through in the lip synch. So it was Kimora who had to sashay away. Kimora was rather pragmatic, “I did my best, and I looked gorgeous, and now I’ll be known as one of the pretty ones.”

On Untucked it was Alexis, Shea, Charlie Nina, Sasha, Eureka, and Cynthia go backstage and joke being excited to see fanart about their princess looks. They also open about who they would Kai Kai with, which refers to when two drag queens engage in dating, sexual activity or “hook up”. Who should they try to Kai Kai with? Easy, his name is Jesus.

Eureka seems to have learned from last episode and is actively being more reserved and respectful in her intensity. All the queens are sure that Aja will be safe (which is a surprise to us!).

The other queens come to join the others backstage and Aja is on the warpath, clearly upset that she may end up having to lip sync. Trinity tells the queens that Michelle commended her on thinking outside the box and not being afraid to look unpretty (especially for a pageant queen!) When asked about her critiques Valentina begins to tell them, but is interrupted by Aja berate Valentina on all the positive things about her. Cinderella has come back from the ball, and her stepsister is having sour groups as a midnight snack.

Aja explains why she was so hostile to Valentina, projecting her anger and frustrations. And I commend Valentina for taking the high road and not clapping back at what Aja was saying.

Farrah puts her two cents into Aja’s costume, but she should keep the stones for her own glass house. Trinity chimes in that the judges want to see that the critiques they give are being implemented. Kimora and Farrah have a nice heart to heart, and how Kimora relishes being able to conquer the world with her Las Vegas sister. Alexis, Shea, and Sasha go over and give a pep talk (and some much needed wig glue) to Aja. We see Aja listen and rehearse to the music before heading out for the lip sync. Kimora goes backstage to pack and sees all the letters written to her from the other contestants. Now with only 12 queens left, the Drag hunger games will that much more treacherous!

Jonny’s Favorite Moments:

Grimm: I always loved fairy tales and folklore as a kid, so this challenge definitely was very exciting for me...unfortunately I think it fell flat. I do give the contestants props for creating their own characters...but it is times like these I think they would have benefited from having to do their own takes on established fairytale and storybook characters. Or they needed someone to come in and help them EDIT their overall ideas. Many of them forgot that a fairytale is a story, and that is what you need to sell to the people. Queens like Charlie, Alexis, and Nina had such strong looks but did not have th best story or sidekick. Or queens like Farrah and Aja had stronger stories, but their outfits were rather basic.

Fairy Dragmother: I really liked that Eureka was so helpful to Farrah and Nina when it came to helping them sew their garments (Nina’s tutorial was one of the extra scenes on the Logotv website). I have a love/hate relationship with Miss O’Hara. She is strong with her aesthetic is solid, although her behavior can be rather abrasive. I was hoping for some Tracy Turnblad’s cockroach dress for dirty glamor for her princess.

Jonny’s Favorite Shadiest Moments:

Sewing Circle: Charlie Hides, the senior of the group was anxious about the next maxi challenge: “I’m still sore from cheerleading, so I’m hoping it’s not anything physical.” Nina Bo’Nina Brown chimes “A knitting challenge?” #LovedIt

Daughters of Triton: Four underwater/mermaid looks? This was somewhat like Kimono Gate. If you (Farrah) know at least one other person wants to do the theme look you are and are much better at sewing and tailoring clothes, think of something else! Because if you don’t look better, you will be read to filth!

Jonny’s Favorite Queen:

Alexis Michelle, her Princess #SubwayFish look was amazing...I just wish she had a better story and sidekick that connected it.

Jonny’s Least Favorite Queen:

Kimora, jungle princess did not have us going

I was hoping that maybe we could have seen something with Vietnamese cultural flair with your princess. Instead we got George of the Jungle’s chickenhead. Also her first-world problems of not wearing padding (and expecting the judges to sympathize with her?!) was just really odd.

Predictions for Next Week:

It looks like an acting challenge with Naya Rivera...why didn’t they have her for the Cheerleader challenge, since she actually played one #JustSaying

Anais’ Favorite Moments:

Twist in the tale: I enjoyed the challenge and totally agree with Jonny that it should've been the queen's interpretation of established fairytales-if they had a mini challenge to determine who would assign the queen's which fairytale, I feel they could have concentrated more on their looks and less on creating a rushed story and sidekick.

Back to Basics: RuPaul looked more like RuPaul this episode...was her glam squad on vacation last week?

Anais’ Favorite Shadiest Moments:

Modern day saint: Michelle reading Kimora’s lame excuse of not wearing padding was HILARIOUS. #FirstWorldProblems

Silence is Golden: Valentina’s silent glare at Aja’s tantrum in Untucked-like Shea said “she's definently feeling a little bit bitter.”

Anais’ Favorite Queen:

Charlie Hides, I thought she pulled out a great look and (funny) cohesive story for the maxi challenge this week.

Anais’ Least Favorite Queen:

Aja, who (show wise) I feel wasn't as conceptual and innovative as she thought she was. She honestly reminded me of Serena Cha Cha this week with talking a big game and pulling out a disappointing look-then throwing a hissy fit because the judges didn't like it.

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