#sammy lawrence...........lord in heaven.........

[mechieonu]

it's been nearly ten years of bendy and i just need to say the voice work in that game is some of my favorite EVER

[doodleblot-blog]

My Lord Is a Shota?!

[organdon3r]

The ink demonth: EVERY. DAY. OF. THE. MONTH. :')

TW//character death, description of body (skeleton), (unspecified) character vomiting

Characters: Sammy Lawrence, Joey Drew, Jack Fain, Norman Polk, Thomas Conner, Shawn Flynn, Alice Angel/Susie, unspecified employees

Mentioned characters: Henry, Susie, Buddy/Daniel, Wally

Word count: 1155

Sentence count: 25

Character count: 6407

Reading level: college (student)

Pride can lead to wealth, it can lead to an amazing family - an amazing life..but sometimes you're so caught up in yourself everything turns twisted, laughing at you in the face; making you watch all those happy moments tear apart on repeat like they're playing on an everlasting reel. All your friends, side by side, staring at you body whilst you're knee deep in your own mistakes.

It's funny how so much can be ruined in so little time, just like the studio. It's like survival for the fittest just a hell lot more difficult..whether you're part of a colossal wonder, or your face is a mystery to many, you are never truly safe..those who died always rise though, that's when their true personalities shine through the veil they wore.

"We've all been waiting, the battle may well have been messy, but trust me..for the smoke that has held us back this far has been taken away..today is the day!"

A figure stood up on the box, a mask hiding his face whilst multiple black creatures - made of ink - surrounded him

"The only god that will be appeased today is my lord..the one who will set us free.."

Let's go back about 30 years, Heavenly toys. Shawn Flynn sat at a stool, a doll of Alice Angel in his hand and a paintbrush in the other.

"Y'see, I don't see the point in these Alice Angel whatchamacallits! Yes she's a nice character, that's all I'll say positive, but they ain't sellin'!"

His Irish accent rang about the room

"It's like we're in this stupid play of Joey's! Trapped inside of a glass box whilst he watches!-..uh..y..yeah?.."

Shawn froze, his own heartbeat was what he thought his ears heard..but it wasn't. That man knew his own beat from the rest, and that wasn't his..a shiver went up his spine as he was almost in a trance; walking towards the room, which was built for Alice Angel, Flynn opened the door and gasped: in the centre of the room was the skeletal body of Alice - her matted black hair covering her face. She hummed a tune which played as soon as the female character was created and voiced.

"A- Alice! You're lookin'..pretty today-..u- uh Alice-?..Aaalic- OH MY GOD!!-"

Shawn screamed as the skeletal, twisted, angel lunged at him - the door slammed shut alerting fellow GENT worker Thomas Conner and a bunch of other Toy department employees. Tom let out a huff as he pushed past the crowd of people, all thinking this place was haunted - I mean, they weren't wrong! As the door creaked open on the floor was the body of Shawn Flynn, ink mixed with blood dripping off of the wall next to the door and the worker's heart missing out of his chest; his eyes lifeless, like his soul had been sucked out of his body. There was an array of mutters, people vomiting and some even ran away in fear; there was the few who stayed quiet and stared whilst the rest started to cry out of shock.

"What kind of sinner would do this!?"

An employee cried out, covering their mouth whilst Thomas stepped into the room - cautiously looking around incase the murderer was still present. Nobody was there..that was until there was a quiet giggle behind the glass - the light turned on as a voice, starting off it was angelic and beautiful.

"I just want to be a beautiful angel…I want to make it to heaven….but..the things I've done aren't redeemable…yet it's all worth it..for beauty!"

The voice, once again, laughed - it danced around the room; hitting all those near. There was an electrical crackle as the power turned out; then the sound of a vent slamming open..and then a scream, the voice similar to Thomas'..and it was: his body flew into the wall, thudding against it. Before the attacker could do anything the lights flickered back on as Joey Drew, the great dreamer, stood in the doorway; at that point everyone finally felt somewhat safe in the light.

Word about the death and attack spread around the studio fast - people trying to work out who the voice belonged to and why they would do it, some thought of Susie but she was too sweet for that!

"WALLACE..FRANKS."

A voice yelled out - bursting out of his office, half covering in ink, his blonde hair now stained black.

The Projectionist, Norman Polk, leant against the border in his projector booth - watching his coworker storm in, throwing his papers on the composing stand

"Pipe burst again Samuel?"

He asked, chuckling at the male who glared at him

"Listen, Lawrence, I'd be careful around Mr Drew - I heard he's been spreading some lies 'bout this being a ^safe haven^ for all employees.."

Sammy rolled his eyes, responding in a snarky tone

"Yeah yeah Norman, I know you think you see the 'full picture' but you don't know the true image..anyways I'm heading into the sewers to get some of these papers to Jack..seeing as Joey's gopher has lost his footing and gotten lost somewhere I have to manage more jobs.."

The man walked off, walking past the surprisingly empty Infirmary and into the sewers. The ink went up to his knees like mud - reaching his musical partner's desk he tapped Jack on the shoulder. The male jumped a little, looking back at Sammy and smiling:

"Oh! Sam! Hey are those for me..? I could've just gotten them myself: I just finished my papers!"

His voice was optimistic and vibrant, poor thing didn't even know what was happening - so Sammy decided to hint at being a little more cautious than he was already

"Listen..Jack, um, if I were you I wouldn't talk to Joey for awhile..just give me the papers… trust me.."

The music director muttered in his friend's ear who, looked completely confused but, nodded

"Yeah, okay Sam, whatever ya say pal!..eh, seeing as you offered I got these to take to Bossman - mind if you-?"

Samuel smiled, but didn't answer, instead he took the papers - no questions asked.

Getting out of the sewers he struggled to do yet trying to get to Joey's office was more of a struggle: the administration office is a maze and of course Mr Drew's had to be in the heart of it! By the time Lawrence had made it he was exhausted, still he opened the door - straightening himself up

"Hhh..Mr...Drew?"

He looked around the office, before bumping into Joey who shoved a book into his hands; the music director stumbled back, shifting the papers to one hand and putting the book in his other

"Sir..what is this..?"

Joey laughed - taking the papers from Sammy, each page noting on each employee. Himself, Joey, Henry, Buddy, Susie…it went on and on!

"THAT, my dear Lawrence…is the illusion of living

AAAAHHH

Two days this took (surprisingly)

But I'm proud of it!

Yes, there's a lot of moving around but I'm happy!

(Ink demonth hosted by @halfusek)

[mwolf0epsilon]

Can you write a short dark fic for the pairing Joey x Henry, where after Henry threatens to leave the studio, Joey snaps and kidnaps Henry and turns Henry into a perfect Boris or Bendy so that Henry would never leave his side, please?

Summary: Joey Drew couldn't ever take 'No' for an answer, much less when it came from the object of his ill-fated obcession.

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When brought into the world children were never inherently cruel. They were curious and blunt, which often resulted in uncomfortable situations for those they interacted with, but overall younglings were empathetic at heart until reshaped and redefined into something otherwise.

The world was a terrible influence after all, and it could marr even the purest of things.

There were exceptions to this rule however…

Joey Drew had certainly been a curious kid. Unabashedly blunt too, with how often his innocent words cut deep into both his parents and peers.

But not once did he empathise enough with others to be considered a kind child.

If anything, most others his age had steered clear from his company, finding the mellow kid with the great big toothy smile to be unsettling on an instinctive level. Children were, after all, capable of sensing evil. Even in its stages of infancy.

So imagine everyone's surprise (Joey's included) when Henry Stein decided to befriend the town's most infamous little black sheep.

Kind bleeding heart that he was, Henry had thought it unfair that others would judge another as strongly as they judged Joey, so he'd taken it upon himself to make the kid next door's life a little less lonesome.

Give him what he surely needed: A good and caring friend.

Needless to say, he regretted that decision more than anything in the world...

It hadn't always been so bad. Once Joey had actually been a friend to him, and cared enough to look after Henry when he'd most needed.

Now however? Now Henry could barely recognize the monster behind that unnerving grin...

The burning selfish desires in those sapphire blues, hidden behind an half-lidded expression that was reserved to feign a serene and caring persona…

As charming and handsome as Joey looked (because he'd always been unnaturally pretty, even when going through the awkward stages of puberty), Henry couldn't help find his apathetic and selfish nature abominably hideous.

Especially now as he brought him the results of yet another failed experiment.

"I'm getting closer dear friend." He held the snapping, snarling little beast at arm's length, this failed mockery of Edgar barely looking like the adorable cartoon spider he was meant to be. "Soon I'll be able to make you perfect, and then we'll be back together as the dynamic duo we always were..."

Henry shuddered at the thought, tightly curling in on himself as he watched Joey end the poor creature's miserable existence. His bowl where his meals were served clattering loudly, as the inky heart of the slain critter was tossed onto it with precision. A mimicry of flesh thumping against the metal with a wet splat.

He fought back the urge to cry as he felt his mouth water.

"Eat up my loyal wolf… We can't be wasteful." Joey's cruel smile almost ruined his appetite. Almost. "Don't worry, this wasn't anyone you knew…"

With that said, Joey left him to greedily consume the offering.

Looking in the bowl's reflective surface once he'd licked it clean, Henry found that he could barely recognize himself anymore.

His stretched out face progressively becoming less and less humanoid as he was fed the experimental failures of Joey's horrid machine, and his pale hair having long since turned black and begun to spread.

He looked like what one would envision Boris the Wolf to look like in some lovecraftian fever dream. Dressed in ill-fitting ripped clothing, and barely able to balance a pair of cracked glasses on the bridge of his elongated nose.

An inhuman beast that fed off of the misfortune of others, losing his humanity as time passed on by.

He wondered if he'd forget himself eventually. If he'd forget that the devil in disguise that was Joey Drew was to blame for his malformations.

If one day he'd actually grow to love his captor in the same manner that Stolkholm syndrome victims tended to do, once brainwashed into submission by their abusers?

Another shudder forced a garbled whimper out of his deformed face.

To whatever god that could hear his broken pleas, he sure hoped not.

Henry didn't want to give Joey what he wanted.

Not when that monster of a man had taken him away from his family to keep as some sort of freak show pet.

Playing some sick version of house with the "puppy" he sustained on a cannibalistic diet. Disgusting.

Curling up, Henry cried himself to sleep. Thinking of his wife and children.

Missing them terribly while locked up in the bowels of Joey's demented studio.

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The Ink Demon wasn't bad company, Henry had found. It seemed to understand his pain on a level no other creature did, offering him what little compassion it could whenever Joey dropped by with more "food".

It feared and loathed that devil of a man just as much as Henry did, and it knew to be kind despite never once being treated with the same sort of respect.

The one positive of this odd kinship between the two, was that Joey seemed pleased by them forming the sort of bond Bendy and Boris had. Thus never getting in between their interactions.

"One day soon, it'll all be just as I envisioned." He'd purr as he pinned the bound inky wolf to the ground, touching Henry in a way that made him want to gag, and rip the rat bastard's throat out with his horrific set of doggish teeth. "Just a little more and you'll be perfect."

He didn't want to be perfect.

All Henry wanted was to kill Joey Drew and go home.

"But first, I have a surprise for you." A surprise that came right after this twisted display of "affection". This gross invasion of the abominable wolf's personal bubble.

Joey presented him with an absolutely Perfect Boris.

Overalls, pie cut eyes, soft velvety fuzz and all… no signs of dripping or asymmetrical proportions.

The terror in those eyes however… it was all too human.

"I told you I'd find a way to reach perfection. Once I've finished tweaking the process you'll be just as perfect as him… Maybe more." Joey purred. "I miss your voice after all, dearest friend. Until then I give you this fearful pup to do with as you wish."

Upon his tormentor's departure, the cartoon wolf scrambled away from Henry. Shaking like a leaf and whining pitifully.

A child, Joey had converted a child…

Hell hath no fury like the righteous rage of a scorned father.

That bastard would pay for all he'd done!

But first, the large and deformed beast that was Henry Stein carefully scooted over to the shaking Boris clone and comforted him as best he could.

He'd protect this poor pup, no matter what.

The Ink Demon seemed to be in favour of extending that same grace, although it did still go for the kill when the less than agreeable ink monsters came around looking for trouble.

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Buddy's transformation had certainly enraged him when Joey presented the poor boy to him. Sammy's and Norman's fates however were the last straw to break the camel's back.

Most of the people that worked at the studio were strangers to Henry, but the young musician and the oddball projectionist had been friends to him.

With every stranger's heart he consumed, the large beast of a wolf grew more and more restless. The revulsion he felt when looking upon Joey growing into an all consuming desire to violently murder his captor.

When a faceless ink creature wearing only suspenders and a Bendy mask came in one day to bring him his meal however…

"My lord wishes me to feed you, oh Great Lupine... Abyssal Hunger of the Ink's Abyss…" The body shape wasn't one he recognized. The slight arch to the creature's legs a bit strange to look at, and the four fingered hands an indication that something strange had definitely come to pass in this poor madman's transition into his current state. But that voice…

"Shhh...Shhaaammiieeee…?" His voice had returned as a dissonant mess, one that was not fit for a gross mockery of a muzzle like his own.

"Is… Is that my name, oh Hungry One?" There was both fear and hope in his voice. That in itself made something twinge painfully in Henry's chest. "I… Yes, yes that is my name isn't it? Sammy… I… oh thank you kindly, Benevolent Wolf. Please, feast upon your meal. I have worked hard to acquire it in the name of our Lord, your most wonderous companion."

What had Joey done to Sammy Lawrence, the proud music director that had more than half the mind this mindless drone had? Good heavens, what had he done that completely broke the poor kid?!

Rather than voice his horror, Henry did as he was told. After all the more he ate, the more his gluttonous appetite grew… as did this horrid body he was stuck with.

Abyssal hunger indeed…

He forgot what shame tasted like, but not mercy.

As selfish as it may be, he did request one thing.

"It is as you wish, oh Hungry One… I shall protect all pups that enter my lair." The Prophet bowed once, twice and then trice as he took Buddy by the hand. "Another horror skulks in the darkness, wearing an Angel's face. She hunts wolves, for fun. I shall show them your mercy."

He trusted that Sammy would keep his word. He was as stubborn as they could get, after all, and did not back off from a challenge very easily.

Henry would miss Buddy's company though.

That particular encounter was bad on a moral level, but it did turn out alright in the end. When the Projectionist was presented to him as a play thing however, Henry had begun to crack. No one deserves such a horrible fate as to carry the weight of the world on their shoulders.

Norman had once carried a world of unimaginable knowledge on his back.

Now he only had the painful weight of a projector on his neck, and the volatile temper of a mindless beast.

The deformed wolf had done his best to gain the creature's trust, but it feared being attacked far too much to let a nearly 20 foot inky monstrosity near itself.

Self preservation hadn't completely left the Projectionist it seemed.

He'd let it go, hoping doing so would be a sign of good will on its own.

And then when he'd been once again left alone, Henry continued to stew in his anger. Talked himself into showing a rarer more violent side on Joey's next visit.

Even tried to fight back against him the next when he tried to touch him.

This was a losing battle however… After all, Joey Drew couldn't ever take 'No' for an answer, much less when it came from the object of his ill-fated obsessions.

Henry Stein just so happened to be his biggest obsession. Even as this horrifically imperfect monster that only an equally horrific demon could ever hope to understand.

[lo-mindpalace]

22 – “I cursed the gloom that set upon us, But I know that I love you so…”

Warning: Characters deaths and description of a “possibility” to the end of season 15. If you’re sensitive to the end of the show, please be careful. I made myself cry while writing it so I don’t want to trigger anyone. (I’m a sensitive crybaby tho)

(DEAN’S POV)

 “Sammy! Hold on. Come on, you can do it.”

I couldn’t hide the distress in my voice anymore. Sammy was in a bad shape, exhausted and a lot of wounds on his body. I was exhausted too, and bloody as Hell. But my brother’s state was more important than my broken carcass. Sam was alive but so tired, he didn’t have any strength left. I clicked my tongue on my teeth and looked around me. The red sky and the stormy clouds made the landscapes very gloomy. The thunder was growling. Heaven was falling and the destruction of Hell was making the ground tremble. Monsters, Angels, Demons, Humans, everyone was either fighting with madness or hiding in order to survive. This was the end. Our world was ending as Chuck decided it so. We tried to fight back. God is hurt and Amara too but they ran away, Jack and Billie chasing them. We tried to follow them but we had to protect our people. It was awful. We lost so many people. Charlie and Bobby from the Apocalyptical world – losing them again. Garth. Donna. Claire. Kaia. Patience. Well… Only Jody and Alex were still alive, if we can call being seriously injured and broken on the inside being “alive”. Everyone fought bravely but almost everyone died, and now my little brother was exhausted and I couldn’t let him die too.

I saw Baby on a corner, still alive. I nodded to myself and looked at Sam, semi-conscious.

“Okay, Sammy. Imma carry you to the Impala. I will take care of you, little brother. Hold on.”

I didn’t expect an answer so I immediately carried my giant and heavy brother. Some of my wounds opened again with the effort and it hurt like Hell but I had to keep going. And that’s what I did. I managed to put Sam in the car, in the passenger seat. I entered the car too and started it. I drove until we were in Lawrence, Kansas, where all had begun. The bunker was gone so he didn’t have a home anymore. But we had Baby. I stopped the car under a shelter made of metal sheets. Jody was here with Alex. The young woman was trying to heal her adoptive mother. When they saw Sam, their faces crumpled even more. There was no hope in their eyes anymore, and to be honest, I was no longer sure if I still had an ounce of hope left in me either. I sighed and put Sam on a kind of hospital bed we brought here. I bandaged my brother as much as I could and let him rest. I went out of the shelter and looked around me, the city of Lawrence or what was left of it. Most of the houses were destroyed. It was silent like in a graveyard.

Suddenly, I heard a car passing by us. I turned my head and saw Cas. My face crumpled, all my worry faded as I saw him still being alive. He just had the time to get out of the car that I rushed into his arms, gripping him like I was gripping to life. He was still alive.

“Son of a bitch, you scared me to death.” I said in an accusatory tone.

“I’m sorry, Dean… I’m here…”

I immediately withdrew. I didn’t like the way he was speaking. I looked at the angel with a frowny face. He was more tired than ever. He sighed and looked at me with a sad face.

“I may have found a way to help Jack and Billie. But I don’t know how much it will cost me.”

“No. Don’t say something like this whereas I only found you again.” I said, raising my voice.

“Dean, if there is any chance to save this world and save you and what is left of our family, I will take this opportunity, no matter what.”

“No matter what? You mean, ‘no matter if you have to die’?!”

I began to feel tears of anger and distress. No. He couldn’t do this to me. Castiel sighed again.

“Maybe I won’t die… Maybe I will just… give up on my grace.”

It was like my world was collapsing around me – well it was really collapsing though. Cas was ready to sacrifice himself, again. It was unfair. So unfair. I discovered my feelings toward him not so long ago and we… We have been dating since then and… No. I couldn’t accept that. Not anymore. I couldn’t let him go with Jack while I’m standing here with my poor brother. I had to do something too. I had to. I was unable to pronounce a damn word at the moment, everything was stuck in my throat. I was always bad with words anyway. But I really needed to tell Cas everything, but I couldn’t, as usual.  

Castiel cupped my face with one hand and stroked my cheek with his thumb. He gave me a faint smile, his beautiful and deep blue eyes immersing themselves into my green ones.

“I cursed the gloom that set upon us, But I know that I love you so…”

“So what…? You are ready to sacrifice yourself again?” I said, almost whispering.

I congratulated myself for having been able to say something. But I immediately focused on Castiel again, my speedy heartbeat hitting my chest.

“If it’s for saving you and the others, then yes. If I can only sacrifice my grace, then it’s better.”

“But Cas… Your grace…”

“It would be like this Elf woman who sacrificed her immortality for the man she loves, in the Lord of the Rings. You showed me those movies.”

I shook my head, making a humorless chuckle. A part of me was proud that Castiel had this freaking reference but this conversation and the price behind it were too serious. I gripped Castiel’s trenchcoat and squeezed it.

“Cas, we are not in a movie, this is real…” I said almost with a strangled voice.

Castiel erased my tears with his thumb and rested his forehead against mine. We both closed our eyes, our breaths mixing together. We remained silent for long minutes until I felt my angel kissing my forehead.

“I have to try.” He said. “I need to try and give Jack more power so he can have a chance to survive. I’ve been human before, so, I can be human again. If it means to survive and save this world, I’ll accept my fate.”

While speaking, Castiel put a little paper with something written on it in my hand. I frowned and looked at Cas with a confused face.  

“Take Jody, Alex and your brother to the Impala and go to this address. It’s not that far. Maybe one-hour-drive from here. I can’t tell you everything because I don’t even know myself, but go there. We will meet each other again in this place, I promise.”

“Promise me I will find you there alive.” I said nervously.

Castiel lowered his head. I sighed and bit my lips in order not to sob. Of course he couldn’t be sure of that. It was stupid from me to ask this from him. I swallowed hard and nodded, whispering a soft “okay”. My angel was about to say something but I couldn’t hear more of it. So, I cupped his angelic face and crashed my lips into his, kissing him as if it was the last time – and maybe it was. Castiel returned it and we kissed each other for long seconds, even minutes, simply enjoying this moment, having his body against mine, tasting his soft lips. I hated chick flick moments but right now, I didn’t fucking care if I looked like a wife saying goodbye to his husband whose going to war. I didn’t want a farewell and yet, maybe it was. We withdrew our lips just in order to breathe and sniff, tears rolling down our cheeks.

“I love you so much…” I said in a sobbing whisper.

“I love you, Dean Winchester. I will always love you.”

“Fuck, I wish our story would have begun way sooner than six fucking months.” I managed to say, my lips shaking too much.

“Our story began the day I raised you from perdition.” Castiel said before kissing me again.

I sobbed against my angel’s lips. He tried to soothe me one last time before withdrawing completely. He took my hand and stroked it.

“See you there, Dean…”

“See ya, Cas…”

I looked at my guardian angel, my savior, my lover, going into his car, looking at me one last time before starting the car and driving away from me. I guessed my heart went with him because at the moment I couldn’t feel a damn thing. I stayed there, alone, for a few seconds before passing a tired hand over my face, wiping my tears away. I looked behind me and saw that Sammy was looking at me too. Shit, he saw it. He saw me, all weak and hopeless, and broken. I took a deep breath and walked toward him. Now, I had to follow the plan. To go to the place Cas told me to. I needed to be strong for my little brother. For Jody and Alex. For Jack. For Cas. I needed to keep fighting. Until the end. No matter what. Because that’s what we always did.

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Hey, hope you liked it... Sorry for the sad OS... I tried to make an open ending at least...

[brodependent]

you’d break your heart to make it bigger [finale fic]

They keep each other sane.

The noble size and beauty of their bodies, even when they were infants, betokened their natural disposition; and when they grew up, they were both of them courageous and manly, with spirits which  courted apparent danger, and a daring which nothing could terrify. . .

[something broke between them]

“In mythology, one brother always kills the other, just like he said. I never knew that was Chuck, over and over…waiting for us to come along and live out his version of the story.”

“Joke’s on him. What kind of story are we?”

“A damn good one.”

When Remus knew of the deceit, he was enraged, and as Romulus was digging a trench where his city's wall was to run, he ridiculed some parts of the work, and obstructed others. At last, when he leaped across it, he was smitten (by Romulus himself, as some say), and fell dead there.

Romulus buried Remus,

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You always put me first.

.

They build a greenhouse the year after Jack goes skyward because, why not, Sammy? You could grow your own rabbit food, and the next thing you know Sam’s trying his hand at eggplant. The crop doesn’t get on very well, but they don’t chalk it up to lack of heroes’ luck or human frailty, they just eat the streaky little things grilled on top of steak-rounds. Dean says steak makes everything better—

[Every story has been told better than theirs, because they kept pulling at the seams of all the scenes, and that fucked things up.]

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Sam likes to think he knows the difference between Dean and Chuck’s Dean. Or, more to the point, that he knows how his Dean was always himself, fighting against the walls of a prison they couldn’t see. They’re both like that, really. They both keep trying to get out, or get in, or go home.

And twenty years ago, a frightened boy was waiting for hours outside in the dark. California didn’t know what to do with him.

Sam didn’t let him in, then.

Sam didn’t know he had to.

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Cain said to Abel his brother: Let us go forth abroad.

“Easier than I thought it would be,” Sam says. “Putting it all behind us.”

Dean squints at him. “And you’re the broody one.”

“Oh, like hell,” Sam says, and then—wryly triumphant—“See? Comparing—”

For all that pretended optimism, they have their little despairs. The vengeful spirit in Manitowoc that misses Dean’s throat by a millimeter with its talons. The weird case of strep that takes Sam out for a week and drags old hallucinations out of their cages. The weight of a gun, some days, is just too heavy.

I know where I am at my best.

[Dean’s Sam never forgets that November 2nd means Jess, too.]

[Sam’s Dean is the one who still knows how to laugh.]

And when they were in the field, Cain rose up against his brother Abel, and slew him. And the Lord said to Cain: Where is thy brother Abel? And he answered, I know not: am I my brother’s keeper? And he said to him: What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother’s blood crieth to me from the earth.

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“I’m tired, Sammy.”

He’s forty-four years old.

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They keep each other sane. The ghosts in the bunker don’t need to be chased away with iron and salt; they need to be managed, which is the same thing some people call grief. A lot of people died in here, a lot of people walked out and never came back. They go to Lawrence in the summertime; the family they saved in 2006 is many states away now, and there’s no more disquiet in the old house.

Tree’s still there, though. The crooked one in the photograph that Sam dreamed of when he had no idea what was running through his veins and whispering behind his eyes.

“There’s nobody who remembers us here,” Dean says, quiet. “I used to…I used to keep track of Lawrence as the place I’d lived longest. Four years. Barely a chip off of anything, now.”

“But we still ended up in Kansas,” Sam points out. “Winchester roots go deep, I guess.”

“Deeper than God’s,” Dean says, which is the first time he’s referenced all that in ages.

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Don’t you ever think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you.

.

“Hey, Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“You called Eileen lately?”

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[I wish we could leave them in a state of unknowing, let them die of soft old age without realizing that death had even come from inside their weakening bones. But it would be cowardly, no matter how beautiful, to close on the yellow circles of lamplight, the smell of old books, the dust of the open road. Don’t all these things belong to them, no matter where they go? Don’t they have to try for something else?

Don’t they have to keep trying?]

.

Did I ever tell you? That night that I came to you at school? You know dad hadn’t come back from his hunting trip? I must’ve stood outside your dorm for hours. Because I didn’t know what you would say. I thought you’d tell me to get lost or get dead. And I didn’t know what I would’ve done….if I didn’t have you.

Sam’s Dean can’t live or die alone. It’s one of his endearing vices. Sam’s Dean was never allowed to be a child, so he had to become his own man. He made it about halfway there.

His brother—

It’s OK. I’m here. I’m not gonna leave you.

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They weren’t like other people. God made them to be his playthings; he used to try to sit back and watch them dance. But they weren’t like other playthings, and then it was over, and they were still there.

You and me.

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Sam’s Dean needed to let him go. He knew he had to die to do it. He tried that out a hundred times, dying. He’s all right with it now. He likes to think what a future holds for Sam. He’s thinking of this on a winding road, in the graveyard dirt, in the coffin, in the kitchen, in the part of heaven where they make you wait for hope.

I need you tell me it’s OK.

Dean’s Sam was just Sam, his own Sam, and then a Sam beloved by other people. On and on, those who’d known him when the world did, and those who were born and raised hereafter. That’s a good life for a boy who could have been king of hell twice over, and yet chose to stay on earth.

.

You can go now.

[I hope you know, they’re going home.]

[7official7moose7]

Part three.

Hey kids! this chapter will be a bit longer than the others, soo yeah. Happy valentine’s day!! Part four will be out by Monday.

TW: Angst, Nightmares, Mentions of family loss.

The sun had set a little over an hour ago, and the boys were three-fourths of the way to Lawrence. Dean was driving the Impala, of course. Jack pleaded to sit in the passenger seat this time, and Sam was all for it. Him and Cas had it made in the backseat.

Though he was feeling better than that morning, Sam still got a little woozy halfway through the drive, but it wasn’t too much to handle. He was still exhausted from lack of sleep throughout the week, so he fell asleep with his head against the window, Cas holding his hand gently. Though, he made sure Dean and Jack could not see them through the rear-view mirror, because he knew that Sam would have another freak-out if they saw. But, what they didn’t know wouldn’t kill them. Jack smiled. 

The car was quiet, save the music from the radio, which was turned down.

But as the Impala thundered down the road, Sam frowned in his sleep as a violent storm thundered in his dream.

…

Sam opened his eyes with a start. 

Where am I?

Everything was pitch black, cold and wet. It was raining outside, and the thunder rumbled above him. He moved his head to look around, and his hair floated away from his face, revealing dark, murky water.

Sam was in a lake, sinking.

The water stung his eyes as he held his breath. He looked up, and saw that he wasn’t too far from the surface. Sam tried to swim up, but the surface got farther and farther away as he did. So he swam faster.

It finally became closer, but Sam couldn’t hold his breath for much longer. He tore at the water furiously, desperately. But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t make it. He felt lightheaded.

I’ll never see my brother again. I’ll never see Cas or Jack again, I won’t get to tell them what happened, I won’t get to say goodbye! 

The Winchester’s vision clouded with tears, but the water washed them away. He felt a lump in his throat that he could not swallow, and an emptiness in his mind that he could not fill with anything but the word breathe.

It was soft for a while, but then it grew louder and started to sound like Dean. Sam refused, but it grew louder and louder and soon, he couldn’t take it anymore.

…

Sam gasped and sat up as stiff as a board, his chest and throat burning as he coughed. He was still in the car, but they were parked at a motel. Dean was leaning into the backseat, a hand on Sammy’s arm, shaking him awake and was telling him to breathe. Jack watched in confusion and fear as Castiel led him out of the car to their motel room. “He’s fine, Jack. It’s another human thing,” he said.

Sam took deep breaths. He took hold of himself, yet still shaking and panting as Dean asked him if he was okay.

“Yeah, I-I’m fine,” he said, but he still felt like he was drowning. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Just.. a dumb dream. I’m okay.”

Sam shook Dean’s hand off of his shoulder and scoffed. Dean studied him a bit longer before shrugging and hopping out of the Impala and grabbing the bags out of the trunk. As Sam stepped out into the open air, he staggered and braced himself on the car. He felt dizzy for a moment, and passed it off as standing up too fast. Dean looked at him with concern as he slammed the trunk. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked, starting off to the motel room. “Dean, I said I’m fine. I just had a weird dream and got up too fast,” Sam said, following.

“What kind of weird dream?” 

“I dunno, I was just.. Drowning, I guess.”

“Huh,” Dean mused and walked into the room with Sam, locking it behind them. Jack and Cas were waiting.

“Sam, are you alright?” Jack asked with worry. Sam smiled softly, ruffling his hair. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

Cas looked up to the younger Winchester. “I told him about dreams, and how they can affect humans. I must have worried him,” he said. Sam shrugged. “It was just one of those random dreams, I’m sure it didn’t mean anything.”

But Sam wasn’t sure at all. He knew what the dream meant, and he remembered what he said the night before when he was drunk. Yes, he was drunk, but he knew good and well that what he said was true. He was stressed. Really, really stressed. He just didn’t want to admit it to himself again.

And so he distracted himself with his family, and they sat down for a nice pow-wow before getting their rest.

Dean and Jack shared the bigger bed, leaving Sam alone in the smaller one. But it wasn’t small enough. Sam still felt an emptiness beside him, a cold spot. Cas wasn’t there, he was off doing some angel errand.

Sam lay awake, but had his eyes closed in hopes of falling asleep. But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t. His mind was racing, thinking about Castiel, his dream, their conversation from last night.

Ah, last night.

It was so wonderful being curled up against such an amazing, adorable, admirable angel like Castiel. And Sam sort of laughed at the fact that he thought Cas was cute, considering it wasn’t actually Cas, but Jimmy Novak’s vessel. Jimmy was pretty, not gonna lie. Sorry you lost such an awesome meat suit, man.

But Sam snapped himself out of it. Stop pining, that’s stupid and you can’t date an angel of the lord. It’s literally in the bible.

But is it?

Technically Castiel isn’t male or female, he thought, unless angels have assigned genders. Do they? I’ll have to ask when Cas gets back.

And then he remembered that Cas wasn’t there, and he was back to square one.

…

The other angels had reached out to Castiel through Angel Radio, asking for his help retrieving a soul who had escaped from their heaven and was roaming the halls of other gates. Her name was Abigail Scott, was no older than thirteen and she had been in a plane crash east of an airport in Michigan three weeks ago.

The angel immediately responded to the situation. It was dangerous having a wandering soul, as she could open another soul’s gate and then there would be two souls roaming around. And they would know that it isn’t real, and they would tell others that it wasn’t real..

It just wasn’t something that the angels had the time to deal with.

And so Castiel walked around the halls until he spotted her. She had bright orange hair and heavy freckles, and she had hazel eyes, just like Sam’s.

Ah, Sam.

Cas felt his wings flutter and his grace spark at the thought of him. He was so, so beautiful and amazing and-

Cas suddenly shook the thoughts out of his mind. Not now, focus.

“Abigail,” he started, and the girl at the other end of the hall startled and looked at him with those eyes. He resisted the urge to look away as he flushed red. “You can’t be out here, child. It’s dangerous.”

Abigail clenched her fists as she stalked towards him. She stopped about half way. “Who are you? Where am I?” she asked fearfully, warily. Cas averted his gaze, unable to concentrate. “You are in heaven. So is your grandmother, in the other hall.”

The girl relaxed, but still stared at him. She stepped closer. “Are you.. An angel?” she asked, and Cas nodded. “Yes, and I must take you back to your heaven.” he said gently, trying to make this quick. Abigail looked away, frowning. “Do I have to go back? I don’t want to live in a lie again,” she said sharply. 

The angel looked back to her. Their eyes met again, and he held back the off-topic thoughts. 

“You can, or I can take you to your grandmother. But you can’t stay out here,” he said. Abigail looked disappointed for a second, but then smiled. “It would be nice to see her again,” she said, and so they set off to find the room labeled “Francis Scott”.

As they walked, Abigail asked, “So, what’s your name? Do you have a name?” 

Cas smiled softly. “Yes, I am Castiel. All angels have names, even the lowliest.” he answered. The girl smiled. “What’s it like being an angel? My mother has.. Or, had theories, but they were a bit over the top.” 

“Well, it depends on the rank. If they are a leader, they listen to prayers and give the soldiers orders. The soldier’s job is the most tiring, doing as told and always on the run. The rest are just there for support or backup, if needed.”

“And where are you on that chart?”

Castiel thought as they rounded the corner to the next hall. “I don’t know. I caused a bit of trouble in the past, so the others wouldn’t really approve of me being in heaven any more than I have to.”

“Then where do you go? If you aren’t here?” Abigail asked.

“On earth. I have friends there. Sometimes, they’re even more like family.”

“Oh. Is that why you don’t talk like the other angels here? You sound different, you use more human-like words and ways of explaining things.”

“Yes, I must admit, they rub off on me.”

“These friends, what are they like?”

“Well, they are all hunters. They hunt dark creatures like werewolves, vampires or demons. First there’s Dean Winchester. He’s more on the tough side, always seems grumpy. Then there’s Jack Kline. He’s a Nephilim, half angel-half human. He’s very kind, and he’s powerful,” Castiel hesitated, “And then.. There’s Sam Winchester. The boy with the demon blood.”

Abigail looked at Castiel. “Demon blood? Is he bad?”

The angel looked back. “No, not at all. He’s the sweetest, most loving, caring and accepting human being I know. And he has eyes just like yours,” he said, smiling as his face flushed again. His grace spiked.

“It sounds like you really care about him,” Abigail said, “And I bet he cares so much about you too.”

Cas beamed at that thought. “Yes, I suppose he does.”

There was a moment of silence, and then Cas continued.

“You don’t seem to be upset that you’re.. You know..” 

“Dead? Yeah, I guess I am a bit sad. But I know that this will be better than my life down on earth.”

“How so?”

“My life started out as just a big lie. I was adopted as a baby, and I’ve lived with these people who didn’t care for me much. My grandmother, my real one, found me at a music festival during the spring a couple years back. She wanted to take me with her, and I wanted to go, but my adoptive parents wouldn’t let me.

But they did agree to let me see her on the weekends, and we had the best time together. But..” she paused to rub her eyes, “In fall of last year, she suffered from a stroke, and.. didn’t make it out of the hospital.”

Castiel blinked, not knowing what to say. “I’m sorry, Abigail.”

The girl gave a teary smile. “It’s okay, I’ll be able to see her soon.”

“Speaking of soon,” Cas said as he came to a stop at a door that said, “Francis Alicia Scott”. 

“Are you ready?” Cas asked, and Abigail nodded, tears rolling down her freckled cheeks. Her hazel eyes glistened with sadness and excitement, and she grabbed Castiel’s hand and squeezed it. He squeezed back. 

And so, Castiel opened the door, revealing a beautiful field of grass and flowers. The sun was shining and the sky was a soft blue with white, puffy clouds scattered across. And up on a hill stood a great wisteria tree. And under it sat a petite older woman, with reddish gray hair and freckles, wearing a yellow dress and sunhat with a book in her hands and a picnic blanket spread under her. She smiled softly as she turned the page.

Now, Abigail was crying. Castiel showed concern, but she waved them off as ‘happy tears’.

“Well?” he said after a minute, gesturing to the woman. “Would you like me to come along?”

The girl shook her head, but threw herself onto the angel and whispered, “Thank you, Castiel.”

And with that, she began to make her way through the lush field, and when she called out to her, Abigail’s grandmother smiled greatly as she sprung up and rushed to her. She embraced the child and Abigail returned it, and they walked back to the tree hand in hand.

Castiel smiled, feeling something prickle at the corners of his eyes.

A single tear fell to his trench coat.

And as he was about to leave, he heard a shout from behind him. He turned, and Abigail and her grandmother were waving with sad smiles on their faces. He waved back, beaming, and disappeared through the wall.

As he closed the door behind him, Castiel lingered before starting back down the hallway. Another tear escaped his eye, and he wiped it away with his sleeve, like he saw Sam and Dean do.

Maybe they have rubbed off on me, he thought.

[naruhearts]

It’s Never Too Late to Start All Over Again

Now that @profoundzine Vol. 1 has been shipped out and released, public restrictions are lifted! I can finally share my published meta piece from the zine (written before S14 ended/14x20 aired. Now preconceived notions of FREE WILL and what constitutes it are being challenged re: TFW + Destiel, but I’ll tackle that next time!! We’re coming FULL CIRCLE here!). 

Accompanying artwork: the lovely @thedogsled who also tirelessly worked with me in editing this meta <3

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Darkness. The phone call.  The glimpse of trench coat. And then there was light.

Cas’ emotive resurrection in 13.05 surprised general audiences, although no one was as shaken as Dean Winchester. The complex journey of these two men is one for the history books. It’s a narrative tango knitting them together like two intrinsic gravitational forces that found their match.

Castiel has come a long way since he first raised the Righteous Man from perdition. His very touch upon Humanity - in the form of the iconic handprint adorning Dean’s left shoulder - had sparked his Fall, and from that point on did Castiel’s self-democracy proliferate in the following ten years. His already humanistic predisposition warred with his sense of duty as the Angel of the Lord, yet Dean remained his one fixture of reason, anchoring him to human nature.

But let’s hit pause first. Rewind the tape to 4.01: Lazarus Rising. The episode title itself conveys the circular metaphor of human life, where Lazarus, the dead man of Biblical antiquity, lives again. Life is made up of flux, not permanence. The natural order of change wholly applies to personal human growth.

Dean’s starting point traces back to May 2, 1983 - the night John Winchester sent Dean on his first mission: take care of Sammy. Their Lawrence house is engulfed by yellow flame, and Mary Winchester burns. Mary’s death created her son Dean’s 14-year bildungsroman rife with many personal obstacles.

Dean then gets older. Embodying John’s ways of the Hunter, he internalizes selflessness, isolation, and wary pessimism against an evil world. Detachment is key. There’s no room for error, intimacy, or vacations on the beach with umbrella drinks and his toes in the sand - the latter a canonically ideal future that Dean let himself envision in 13.18.

Such Hunter ways cost him.

Toxic codependency offsets Dean’s repressive upbringing with Sam as the prioritized source of his personal bonds. Toxic coping mechanisms and emotional misarticulation govern his behaviour. Emotional dysregulation cripples his decision-making.

Dean is alone.

Then, on September 18th, 2008, Castiel meets Dean Winchester for the first time.

It happens fast. Sparks literally fly between the two men, with Dean frozen to the spot in simultaneous surprise and fear. After scathing words of disbelief are thrown in Castiel’s direction, the angel then offers his charge a perception that his charred soul never disclosed to anyone else: Dean doesn’t think he deserves to be saved.

He has been saved. By Castiel. And this is the unexpectedly beautiful outcome of Dean’s first rebirth: Castiel himself becomes the catalytic vehicle for his emancipation. Self-change starts from within, but Castiel lays important groundwork for Dean’s self-change. In other words, while Dean offers him free will, Cas offers Dean a compelling path: freedom to love himself.

During Supernatural’s 4th season run, we enter the newly minted age of Christian mythology. In Lazarus Rising, Castiel turns out to be an enigma of a creature: stoic, exclusively duty-bound, and having and wanting very little to do with human socialization. He’s on Earth for one purpose, and one purpose only: as an Angel of the Lord, Castiel obediently spouts rhetoric about the commands of On High - God’s plan. “Dean Winchester is saved,” announces Castiel, and the iconic phrase, in retrospect, holds no meaningful connotations. It is devoid of personality, with pure utilitarianism painting Dean as the means to an end.

Due to God’s absence, the 4th and 5th seasons show Heaven’s angels creating an authoritarian hierarchy. Dean and Castiel, both seeking their absent fathers, finally seem to be treading common ground with each other. In 4.07 the concept of free will - Humanity’s core strength - is introduced into Castiel’s narrative through Dean himself, where the hammer becomes the consistent metaphor for both Castiel and Dean’s automatic birth into subservience.

CASTIEL: We have no choice.

DEAN: Of course you have a choice. I mean, come on, what? You’ve never questioned a crap order, huh? What are you [...], just a couple of hammers?

Dean and Castiel also have their first intimate discussion. The audience observes that Castiel is opening himself up to Dean on the park bench, expressing his own vulnerability as he corrects Dean’s unfavourable impressions of him.

“I am not here to judge you, Dean,” Castiel says. “You misunderstand me [...] I am not like you think [...] I’m not a...hammer, as you say. I have questions. I have doubts.”

x

Castiel gripped duty in his palm. He has been subservient for years. And yet, from the point of first contact with his charge in Lazarus Rising, Season 4 wraps Dean and Castiel’s character arcs together - combines them into an extensive parallel narrative with self-actualization as their endgame.

Dean Humanity Winchester and Castiel then engage in their own scheherazade, each personal chapter shifting indelibly from reluctant allies to tentative acquaintances to fervent friendship to...something else.

Something profound.

Thibaut and Kelly, two prominent sociologists who brought interdependence to the forefront of healthy human relationship behaviour, would be flabbergasted with the potency of it in Dean and Castiel’s increasingly complex relationship.

Interdependence - known as the melting pot of dependence, respect, fairness, reciprocity, commitment, attraction, and satisfaction - unfurls between Dean and Castiel over ten years as the product of their personal development. Through trial and error, they decide that interdependence is achievable.

Their relationship has value.

And we observe how much Dean and Castiel value their deep friendship (heavily romance-coded relationship) numerous times. The classic mixtape of 12.19 is an illuminating example speaking to Dean’s perception of his relationship with Castiel. Audiences realize that mixtape gifting - long regarded as a conventionally romantic gesture - occurs between them offscreen, silently yet significantly indicating their closeness, and Dean rebuffs Castiel’s attempt to return it.

CASTIEL: Sorry Dean. I just wanted to return this.

DEAN: It’s a gift. You keep those.

The mixtape ‘Dean’s Top 13 Led Zepp Tra xx’ holds a major position in Dean and Castiel’s romantic narrative. Paralleling immortal elf Arwen gifting her necklace to human heir Aragorn in the Lord of the Rings when she tells him to keep it, the romantic symbolism of Dean’s mixtape is a testament to the interdependence surrounding Dean and Castiel, where Dean strips himself emotionally - shares the personal facets of himself - through music, Supernatural’s consistent medium for feelings and desires. Led Zeppelin, comprising the original soundtrack of Mary and John Winchester’s love story, forges an intergenerational romantic connection to their eldest son’s own life with the mixtape’s existence.

Now, Castiel coming back from the dead in Season 13 was nothing short of miraculous. His phone call to Dean harked back to Dean’s 4.01 resurrection in that after calling Bobby, returning to his family was tantamount. Yet Castiel’s own phone call is tinged with intimate quietness: the show does not expose what Castiel says to Dean. Privacy shields their conversation.

13.05 further transfixes audiences, because the narrative flow from Dean’s nihilistic grief pre-resurrection to optimism post-resurrection is blatant and deliberate. An emotional narrative rollercoaster, Dean’s internal state performs a rapid 180 over the course of the episode. The show takes much care in distinguishing the intense magnitude of grief between Dean and his younger brother Sam, where Sam’s positive functionality keeps up in the face of their recent personal losses (Castiel and Mary). Dean, however, internalizes these losses as extreme failures. Sam’s intentions to pull Dean out of self-destructiveness involve Dean’s usual performative coping mechanisms: ‘booze, bullets, and bacon’, but they are super unsuccessful this time around. Dean is not fine, and he subsequently backslides; his grieving psyche quickly spirals into depressive nihilism. Sam’s presence is no longer enough to stabilize Dean, and 13.05 contrasts him to Castiel, who is narratively defined as Dean’s anchor - his singular fixture of faith.

SAM: So now, you don’t believe anymore.

DEAN: I just need a win. I just need a damn win.

Sam and Dean are both affected by Castiel’s death, yet Season 13 minutely focuses on the narrative fact that one of these things is not like the other.

Love and...Love.

Indeed, Castiel is later framed as restoring light to Dean’s life; the visual narrative of bright lampposts permeating the dark of night - alongside the blue cross of faith - establishes the episode’s romantic context. The rich, tangible ambience of close-up camera shots between Dean and Cas, soft awash colours, and Steppenwolf’s It’s Never Too Late purposely evokes intimacy when the Destiel reunion finally takes place.

In 13.05 the show also reiterates the role of music in storytelling.

Tell me who's to say after all is done And you're finally gone, you won't be back again You can find a way to change today You don't have to wait 'til then It's never too late to start all over again To love the people you caused the pain And help them learn your name It's never too late to start all over again

Steppenwolf croons their relationship’s truth as Dean steps out of the Impala and locks eyes with Castiel at the telephone booth, no longer dead but alive.

Dean’s win.

The reunion is also both Dean and Castiel’s personal rebirth, where they are given the chance to push the boundaries of friendship - to enter an interpersonal relationship that features honesty and communication (represented by the telephone booth). 13.05 conveys their narrative aim to rectify the mistakes of their past. As Steppenwolf puts it simply, it’s time to love those they caused pain to. Know one another better. Practice interdependence.

Castiel later exchanges hugs with Sam in 13.06, which carries over the narrative interplay of familial versus romantic-coded interaction from 13.05. “I don’t know what to say”, Sam says. Dean, considerably more dumbstruck, states: “I do”, evoking wedding vows in that marriage is traditionally the lovers’ new beginning.

“Welcome home, pal”, Dean then murmurs, his wondrous green eyes wide. And he wraps Castiel in a crushing hug.

Dean is Castiel’s home.

Today, they are poised to navigate the waters of personal development in Season 14 by changing their internal dialogue. You know how the saying goes - you can’t freely love another person nor engage in a proper intimate relationship without loving yourself first. In Supernatural, Dean and Castiel are each other’s anchor for finding self-acceptance.

And like Lazarus, they are repeatedly reborn into the circular orbit of love.

[paimaniagalaxia]

🖊️ Could you do a small sum up of your ocs? You have plenty! I feel curious about the mafia crew.

WANT ME TO GUSH ABOUT MY OCS?!

HERE WE GO! (including the canonized characters too)

Asriel The Charming Demon ( Asriel Daemonium ):

The son of Atramento(Caligrafía) and Allison Angel(once Alice Angel), is a demon that was created to show Joey Drew that the two toons could make something worth living. Was soon taken down by Drew (giving his black halo), Asriel rested in the ink of the studio for three years. Reemerging and working his family’s mafia, had his heart broken, and then went to Gotham to become the superhero Atramortis. For now, he works for his family’s theater and is married to Kitty Cat ( @jordanthecat11​‘s oc ).

Mortifer: Was created within Asriel’s subconsciousness through his insanity. Becoming intoxicated and radioactive over time and remains dormant in his mind.  

Atramento Daemonium ( Caligraífia ):

A demon tamer of Hell once the ruler of Egypt, was demoted by The Devil to become a summoner demon. Was summoned by Joey Drew to become ‘Bendy The Dancing Demon. Not just for that, but to help lead Drew’s Mafia Crew in the long run. Before taking it over to do good with the help of Allison Angel. Now, he still works for this good Mafia, while maintaining a family of his own.

Allison Angel Daemonium (Angelus Puritatis):

An angel of pure of heart comes down to inhabit Alice Angel. She stays in this form until the The Ritual of The Mafia Crew, and gets paired with Allison Pendle. Thus becoming Allison Angel. She falls in love with Atramento, and the two now help run the Mafia Crew.

Susie ‘Alice Angel’ Campell (Corruptela):

Once the voice actress of Alice Angel, was left in the hands of the Demon Queen of Corruption, Corruptela. Fusing with her to become a deformed version of the toon Alice Angel. Susie once resided in the studio for years, before leaving and is somewhere in Toontown. Lurking about.

Joseph Daniel Schwartz (Joey Drew/Bendy Drew):

Immigrated to America with his family to start a new life, as Drew wanted to become an animator. He goes to school, falls in love with a woman name Lucy Drew and moves to California. He creates his own Studio, as it fails– He makes a deal with The Devil. But he loses Lucy in a fire, taking her life away. As Drew creates The Mafia Crew. He was later killed by Atramento, but was brought from the dead. Later on and for now, he becomes The True Ink Demon under the name Bendy Drew.

Lucy Lagoon (Lucy Drew):

A childhood friend and lover of Joey Drew. She had dreams of being a Marine biologist when moving to California. Although, she didn’t live long to see Drew’s dreams come true as the apartment she was living in was burned down due to a sudden gas leak. As of now, she was reincarnated thanks to the help of Atramento and Osiris, becoming Lucy Lagoon.

Osiris The Observant Cat:

Was created by the Mother of Demons, Lilith, for Caligraífia to stop her from whining for not having anyone to entertain her with. He becomes Caligraífia’s servant throughout Egypt till The Devil seals him away in a tomb. Was later found by his love interest (Agatha: @max-the-egg-master) and set out to find his master. Now, he is an independent demonic cat as he helps with the Mafia Crew sometimes or himself.

Lilith:

The Queen of Demons in Hell and the Wife of Satan himself. She resigns mostly in Hell, making sure the other kings don’t cause an uproar. Although, she has taken notice her husband hasn’t been in Hell for a long while, and doesn’t know the reason why.

Dandy The Darling Devil (Lucifer The Angel/Satan/The Devil):

Once the fallen angel of Heaven turned into an dark goat demon, became the ruler of Hell. He takes notice that Caligraífia was summoned to be Bendy, giving Satan the bright idea to be his look-alike. Coming up with the form and name of ‘Dandy the Darling Devil’. He stays there before The Mafia Crew was made, visiting Toontown. As of now, he has a girlfriend name Bow Von Verde, and helps her in her bow boutique. In addition to ruining the Daemonium’s lives.

Bow Von Verde:

Was created as an assortment of Halloween characters for season commercials, the bat girl is terrified of this holiday and scary things in general. She ask her creators to explore who she could be more of, as they allow her to move to Toontown. She finds her place and makes her bow shop, and thus finding and falling in love with Dandy.

Henry Stein:

Was the co-founder of Joey Drew Studios and was a animator living in California. He was once a married man who worked for Drew, before he left his job due to complications with who owned Bendy. He then works for the LA Police Department, but gets too caught up with the inky visions of being with Atramento and his family. Linda leaves him after he couldn’t solve his vision problem. For now, Henry transferred to working for the Toontown Police Force, and lives with the Daemoniums.

Linda Stein (Linda Johnson):

Was once married to Henry Stein back when he was an animator and a police officer for the LAPD. She soon leaves him after being too hysterical and paranoid with seeing ‘toons in his head’. As she soon falls in love with Mr. Johnson and marries him. For now, she is a stay at home mother, reading and doing her own thing.

Bendy the Dancing Demon:

Was first created from The Ink Machine, but was later disposed by Drew. As he didn’t look like the design he wanted. The devil leaves and ended up getting picked up by Mr. Johnson. Being used as a messenger to help blackmail other toons and people who are against Mr. Johnson.

Mr. Johnson:

A politician that has a deep hatred for Toons and even cats alike. As he has a strong hold what he could do with Toontown itself, thanks to having the popular view of owning two angel toons: Hark and Lailah Knight. As he vows to make sure that town and The Daemoniums (being in the mafia business) goes down.

Hark The Angel:

Was created by a corrupted church to follow their bigot ways, and was locked away in a room if he disobeys. He was soon later saved by Mr.Johnson, but the strict ruling and room locking never went away. Although, Hark gets to go out with his guardian and caretaker (who he sees as a mother figure), Lailah Knight.

Lailah Knight:

Once served under Lucius King’s ( @cartoonscutie‘s oc) mafia, leaves to work for the law to do good. Only to end up working for Mr. Johnson as his personal bodyguard, and watch over his son Hark. As she grew found of the child, and protects him no matter what.

Prima Powderfly:

Was created for a line of makeup to appeal to the African American demographic till it was discontinued to to racial issues. Turned down and worked in a cafe as she meets with Asriel. The two soon fall in love, as she gets wrapped up with materialism and greed. Even breaking Asriel’s heard with falling in love and marrying Oso The Mafia Bear. For now, she is in jail: serving her time.

Oso The Mafia Bear:

Was created in Joey Drew Studios as a co-host to Penny The Playful Demon (Margo Magic), gotten tired of being second rate. He leaves and creates a mafia for the USSR. He is enemies with Atramento’s Mafia Crew, as they thwart their evil plans against Toontown. He has not been arrested nor made any recent activity since Prima was arrested.

Penny The Playful Demon (Margo Magic):

Was one of the original toons made from The Ink Machine, was a magician with Oso as her assistant. She helped raise Asriel before he was ‘killed’ by Drew, and leaves. Taking on a new form as Margo Magic. She visits the Daemonium’s every so often. For now, Margo Magic has her soul owned by Satan and is working with Alphonse.

Alphonse:

A demonic skull demon that works as The Grim Reaper for Satan. Stays in Toontown, owning his own knick-knack shop of cursed items and other smaller toons. He has Margo Magic working for him, and must stay in his shop at all costs.

Thomas Connor:

Was once the mechanic of Joey Drew Studios, and had a romantic interest with Allison before being turned into Boris The Wolf. Seeing his love leave with Atramento. He made it out before being part of The Maria Crew, and stayed with Henry in his LAPD office. Before being kidnapped by Prima and soon found by Atramento. As of now, he left since he hated living with a demon who was married to his crush and travels on his own alone.

Barley, Charley, and Edgar (The Butcher Gang):

Goons that work along with Atramento’s Mafia Crew as lackies. Charley helps run the bar at Lil’ Haven Theater, Barley works at the docks for the shipments for The Mafia Crew, and Edgar helps clean up at the theater. They were once toons who worked at Joey Drew Studios as supporting cast.

Sammy Lawrence:

An inspiring young composer who used to work at Joey Drew Studios, became the first Searcher. Earning him the name of ‘The Golden Prophet’ when being initiated into The Mafia Crew. Following his orders of his Lord (Atramento) through and through. He runs his own Inky Searcher Squad, is the accountant of fiances, and producer and head composer at Lil’ Haven Theater.

Bloom Fields:

Was once an animator at Joey Drew Studios, became a searcher himself when joining in the Mafia Crew. He helps keep lookout and helps maintain the stage with Irving ‘Strongman’ McGee from time to time.

Berry Montgomery:

A secretary turned ink searcher for The Mafia Crew, Berry became an informant for this mafia. Besides being a spy, she helps Sammy and the rest of employees who run Lil’ Haven Theater.

Irving ‘Strong Man’ McGee:

An Irish immigrant that came to America to look for a better job. As he finds one at Joey Drew Studios. Being the heavy lifter turned into a searcher, doing the same job. He is also the heavy fighter for The Mafia Crew, but still helps at the theater as well.

Vaentina Hearthrob:

A semi-famous Hispanic singer wanted to expand her options out into a new country, and moves to America. Where she finds herself singing back-up vocals at Joey Drew Studios. She eventually becomes a searcher herself, but still sings her voice out at Lil’ Haven Theater.

Terri The Velociraptor:

Was created by Drew to be the first attempt to kill Asriel, but she falls in love with Asriel. Becoming his pet and protector. For now, she lives at the Daemonium mansion, to make sure Asriel is okay and to guard the liquor.

Cups and Muggie:

They traveled to Toontown to seek new adventures, as they wound up at ‘The Looking Glass’ (once was Asriel’s Casino). They end up loosing their souls and own by Asriel. As of now they help run The Looking Glass while Asriel doesn’t run it anymore.

Sunflower The Skunk:

She use to live in the country with her folks, doing farm and floral work. She decided to take her talent to Toontown. As she finds a job as a gardener for the Daemonium’s. Becoming close friends with them and Kitty Cat as well.

Lanna Loppyears:

Once a lucky gambler that found her luck ran out once she came to The Looking Glass. She looses her soul to Asriel, having it be owned by him. She now works with the Mafia Crew. As of now, she is dating Charley.

Felicia The Fly:

She helps run the library in Toontown as she is friends with Lanna Loppyears. As they hang out every so often. She even has meet with Edgar and the two are dating.

Big Bertha:

She is one of the strongest toons in the Mafia Crew, as she joins in because she fell with Barley. She helps out at the docks lifting cargo and doing arm wresting with some of the crew members.

Rahasia:

Is the daughter of Caligrafía and Satan as she was left behind with the devil himself. The Devil decided to abandon them on Earth to an orphanage to stay at. She was eventually found by Atramento and was adopted by them.

[profoundnet]

PROFOUND MEMBER POST - NOVEMBER 2018

Header by @pantydean and is available on merch from her redbubble store. You can use all those fancy emojis (and more!) on our Discord Server!

The Masterpost is open for all creations by ProfoundBond members which are posted in entirely during that month.

MEMBER CONTRIBUTIONS FOR NOVEMBER 2018!

Masterpost below the cut.

wargurl83 - @wargurl83​

Fem Cas for Jess

Summary: Art created for Jess/Jscribbles of Fem Cas

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JessJessTheBest - @saywhatjessie​ - JessJessTheBest

Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner 

Summary:  “I’m Baby Del Mar and I think y'all are mighty fine. It’s time for ass-whooping. Who’s next in line?” Baby Del Mar is one of the top faces in the WWE universe. But in real life, Dean Winchester is just a guy who wants to keep his personal and professional lives separate. This turns out to be a problem for several reasons.

Tags: WWE AU, Established Relationship, WWE typical violence, discussion of past injury.

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Accompanying art by @purzelndesbaeumchen 

kradarua - kradarua

The Stars, They Shine

Summary:  Engineer-in-training Dean Winchester just wants to work on cars. Astronomer Castiel Novak spends his time holed up in the school’s observatory looking at the stars and trying to piece together his dissertation. They’ve never had any reason to cross paths. Not until they get roped into participating in the college theatre group, anyway. When Lisa invites Dean to join her at the mass meeting, he can’t say no to a pretty face. But the joke is on Dean when he accidentally lands the male lead and has to come to terms with memorizing lines and trying not to make a fool of himself on stage. Moreover, despite his best attempts to stay interested in Lisa, there’s no denying the strange gravitational pull he feels around Castiel. Castiel is just here to prove to Charlie that he’s capable of doing something besides research; it should be easy, except he finds himself becoming interested in Dean in a way he really did not expect. Dean is trying to navigate being way outside his skill set; Castiel just wants to hold onto his scholarship without pissing off the religious organization that gave it to him. It’s going to be a long semester, especially if Dean keeps forgetting his goddamn lines. The show must go on!

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Theatre, Homophobia, Misappropriated Christianity, Astronomer!Castiel, Accidental Actor!Dean, Gay Panic, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, First Time

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canadduh - @canadduh - canadduh

Uncle Dean: Adventures in Babysitting

Summary:  Dean has always looked after his brother Sammy. So it was really easy to extend that care to his brother's kid. Dean watches his nephew while Sam spends five hours on self-care for the first time since the death of his wife almost six months ago. Dean and Cas talk about the future.

Tags: Implied/Referenced Character Death, Kid!Fic, Uncle Dean Winchester, Uncle Castiel, Dean Winchester is a good Uncle, Fluff, Parent Sam Winchester

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sharkfish - @reallyelegantsharkfish - sharkfish

trustworthy for such work

Summary: Cas hugs his pillow, and he’s mostly asleep when a memory works its way in. His father watching Fox news, a fearmongering piece about ifrits in healthcare. His father’s voice, saying, Blood is how they take your wishes. Cas always assumed that meant through feeding. But —

Tags: Dragon Castiel, djinn dean, Dragons, Djinni & Genies, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Demisexual Castiel (Supernatural), Mutual Pining, Magic, Wishes, References to Addiction, References to Knotting.

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longing for grapefruit

Summary:  Dean lights up and takes the first hit, but instead of exhaling, he leans over towards Cas. It’s not a proper kiss, breathing in Dean’s air, but it’s intimate, and they take turns sharing hits in between kisses. Cas is flying. Cas can feel everything, Cas is out of his body. “Baby,” Dean says, soft in between them. “Let me make you feel good.”

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Recreational Drug Use, Marijuana, Oral Sex, Mental Health Issues, Hurt/Comfort, Shotgunning, Demisexual Castiel (Supernatural)

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dancing backwards

Summary:  Cas hears Dean Winchester come into the bathroom, but he’s too busy fiddling with equipment to acknowledge him at first, until Dean says, “So like, is there someone I can sue when I break my ankles?” Cas looks up to see the pair of pale pink stilettos hanging from his fingertips. The only thing he’s wearing is a long, dingy skirt with layers and layers of tulle like a tutu and dark, smudged eyeliner.

Tags: Actor Dean Winchester, Photographer Castiel, Dean Winchester in Heels, Fluff and Smut

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The Answer 

Summary:  “Can I ask if you’ve done this before? BDSM shit.” “Is it that obvious that I haven’t?” “We were all new once,” Dean says, giving him a smile.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Sex Shop, BDSM, Gentle Dom Castiel, Sub Dean Winchester, Dom Castiel/Sub Dean Winchester, Paddling, Face-Fucking, soft Recreational Drug Use

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overdressed and overeducated

Summary: My brother says I’m boring, Castiel wrote. Perhaps you can make me seem a little more exciting.

Tags: Stylist Dean, Cas is sad & bad at clothes, Meet-Cute, Weddings, First Kiss, Pen Pals

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mittensmorgul - @mittensmorgul - MittensWraith

 Lost Time

Summary: Dean figured Cas was only trying to let him down easy. He needed a little bit of time to figure out how to deal with it.

Tags: Fluff and Angst, Dean Winchester Uses Actual Words, Mutual Pining, Post-Canon, Newly Human Castiel, Love Confessions, First Kiss

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ravenscat - @ravenscat-tumbler - ravensCAT

“They Were in the Bag!” (Panties and dildos)

Summary: The Luggage Mixup Au no one asked for. Basically pwp, almost, it was supposed to be and then feelings happened. Gross.

Tags: Top Cas/Bottom Dean, Rimming, Blowjobs, Shower sex, plane sex, Dean in panties, lawyer Cas

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deliciousirony - @delicious-irony - deliciousirony

Arctic Light

Summary: Art for Northern Sparrow's Under The Midnight Sun

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Dark-Eyed Junco (Original Character), Fanart DCBB, northernsparrow, Birds, Curious Birds, Physiology Of Angels, Angel Wings, landscapes, The Arctic, Deli, SPRW

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dean-bangs-cas-in-the-impala (maknatuna) - @dean-cas-in-the-impala - Dean-Bangs-Cas-In-The-Impala

October in Paris

Summary: No matter where Castiel is he always thinks about Dean. Tags: Fluff, Romance, Friendship, Friendship that is slowly turning into romance.

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EllenOfOz - EllenOfOz

For A Dream’s Sake

Summary: Part of the DCBB 2018. Just four ingredients is all they need to reopen the rift. Archangel grace, the Seal of Solomon, blood of a most holy man, and a fruit from the tree of life. Castiel returns from Syria with the fruit, saying that he killed some djinn and bargained with the rest. But just what bargain did Cas make with the djinni queen? What did he experience at her hands? Heaven's great leader of armies prides himself on his self-control, his steadfast courage under pressure. But when the djinni's dream is everything he's ever hoped for...

Tags: No Archive Warnings, canon level violence, canon verse, Djinn, angst with a happy ending, angel wings, season 13

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Accompanying art by @usarechan

Bumocusal - Bumocusual

Six Degrees of Levain

Summary: Dean has a dog that won't stop vomiting, a brother with Sasquatch hair that brings all the ladies to the yard, and is developing a particular attachment to the hot guy that jogs by his house.

Tags: Police Officer Dean Winchester, Animal Lover Castiel, Meddling Sam Winchester, Fluff and Smut, Romantic Fluff, Shameless Smut, Vibrators, Anal Fingering, Anal, Kissing, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Rimming, Top Castiel, Bottom Dean Winchester

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jscribbles - jscribbles

Your Story Isn’t Over Yet

Summary: One morning, Castiel wakes up suddenly very lady-shaped, and Team Free Will discover that a nephilim grows inside him. Sam has no idea how this could have happened considering Cas was supposed to be human, and Dean seems uninterested in finding out how or why their friend is pregnant and female - but he seems goddamn excited. Castiel retreats into himself, seemingly more depressed than usual. Sam is determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, though the others seem reluctant to discover the origin of the nephilim. Could the answer be right under his nose?

Tags: Temp MCD, mpreg (but not really), Temp Genderbend, Grace Baby, Angst, Grief, Implications of losing a child, Blood, Vomit

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supernatural9917

Cogitationes Publicae 

Summary: While organising a store room in the bunker, Dean accidentally breaks a potion bottle, and the contents leave him with no internal monologue. What secrets will be revealed when all his thoughts are laid bare? Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo. Square fill: Consequence of a truth serum/spell Tags: Destiel Smut Bingo 2018, Truth Serum, Dean has no inner monologue, Cas approves of this, Consequence of a truth serum/spell

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Hot for Teacher

Summary: Castiel Novak is a young new math teacher at Lawrence High, and Dean Winchester is a popular senior in his class. Dean has a bit of a crush, and Castiel can't help but notice Dean's charms. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo. Square fill: hot for teacher

Tags: Destiel Smut Bingo 2018, hot for teacher, Teacher Castiel, Student Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Has a Crush on Castiel, Castiel isn't oblivious to Dean's charms (No underage or relationship while Dean is a student)

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MalMuses - @malmuses - MalMuses

Wendig-Oh-No!

Summary: Of all the things that Castiel, former Angel of the Lord, expected to become as a human, being clumsy was never one of them. When Sam catches the flu, Dean is forced to team up with Cas on a Wendigo hunt in snowy northern Minnesota. It goes terribly. Or does it? SPN Reverse Bang fic, with art by @harplesscastiel.

Tags: Fluff, Miscommunication, Bedsharing, Camping, Human Castiel, Clumsy Castiel, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sharing Body Heat, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Wendigo, Hunter Castiel

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Personal Space

Summary: Dean is an astronaut, and he definitely chose the career so that he could help move humanity forward, not just because he didn't want to sit in an office, thank-you-very-much. Becoming the first human to set foot on Mars was never part of his five-year plan, but he loved his job and couldn't say no when the opportunity arose. He had spent plenty of time thinking about what he was risking never seeing again if something went wrong; his brother, brother-in-law, and the adorable kid they were adopting, not to mention his friends, his car, and pie. What he hadn't considered was what, or who, he might find when he actually got there. SPN Reverse Bang fic with art by @thefriendlypigeon Tags: Mars Exploration AU, Astronaut Dean, Alien Castiel, Established Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Way more feelings than you would expect, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Castiel Has Tentacles, Consentacles, Not as crazy as it sounds, Kid Jack Kline, So many references but actually not crack, Sam is a Good Brother, Jack is adorable, More Wholesome Than It Sounds, Tentacles, Tentacle Sex, Love Can Cross the Cosmos NSFW

The Doppelganger Effect

Summary: Dean had been having a pretty great week, all in all. There had been that case up in Dodge City where he’d worn a cowboy hat, he had made homemade burgers for dinner, and best of all? Cas was back from the Empty. Alive, unharmed, and in the bunker. Things were back to normal. Then they showed up to ruin things—Dean and Cas, Version 2.0. They're not just different, they're happy. Not to mention very... coupley. Thrown from their own world with magic unheard of since Purgatory, the doppelgangers need Team Free Will’s help—or is it Dean and Cas that need theirs? Suddenly, Dean is stuck in a minivan with two angels that hate each other, a (pretty awesome) copy of himself, and his gassy little brother. Through magic mirrors, ill-advised pacts with Eldritch gods and rather too many gas-station tacos, Dean and his angel face down the past, and decide on their future. A 2018 DCBB fic with art by EL.

Tags: Case Fic, Possession, Eldritch Gods, Car Accidents, Canon-Typical Violence, Eye Trauma, Tentacle Monsters, Horror, Canon Flashbacks, Dean Winchester is Bad at Feelings, Drinking, Pining, Slow Burn, Witches, Original Character Death(s), Mutual Masturbation, Gore, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sam Ships It, Casturbation

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exceptcas - @exceptcas​ - exceptcas

No Call

Summary:  While celebrating Sam's bachelor party in Vegas, Dean runs into Cas. --- This is based off of the song "Closer" by Halsey.

Tags: Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Past Relationship(s), Bachelor Parties

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Hitori-Alouette - @hitori-alouette

Can’t do it alone

Summary: Art created for the DEANCAS CREATIONS CHALLENGE

Tags: #deancascc #destiel  #deancasedit

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[iamcmims]

SUPERNATURAL: Olivia Parker: Pilot

Words count: 13K

A/N: I was already rewriting Olivia Parker but then I decided to restart the whole story. So let’s do things right! Here is the pilot! Feedback is always highly appreciated! As well as constructive critics! If you want to be in the tag list, ask away! xo waywards!

Warning: Angst, ghost, deaths, blood.

Next parts: Wendigo — Dead In The Water — Phantom Traveler — Bloody Mary — Skin — Hook Man — The Fight — Home

Lawrence, Kansas.

Crickets chirp, a large deciduous tree with no leaves rises outside one of several suburban homes.

In one of them was a family of three. Caitlyn and Roger Parker, and their daughter, Olivia. Olivia was sitting on her bed in the darkened bedroom, looking at her closed closet. Her breath was short and frantic; she was holding her covers tight, eyes wide open, full of fear. Slowly, the doors of the closet opened themselves. Olivia gasped and screamed.

In another house, Mary and John Winchester, and their two sons, Sam and Dean were getting ready to go to sleep. In the nursery, Mary was wearing a white nightgown, carrying her oldest son, Dean in her arms. "Come on, let's say goodnight to your brother."          Mary turns on the lights of the nursery; Sam was lying in his crib, looking over at Mary and Dean. Mary sets Dean down, who leans over the side of the crib and kisses his little brother on the forehead, making Mary smile. "'Night, Sam" Mary leans over Sam as well, "Goodnight, love."          Mary brushes Sam's hair back and kisses his forehead.

Caitlyn runs into Olivia's room, "What's wrong honey?" Olivia's eyes stay focused on the closet that was empty. Caitlyn's state shift from her daughter to the closet, then back to her daughter. She walks to the bed and gently puts her hand on Olivia's cheek. "Sweety, look at me." Olivia turns her head, facing her mother. "There is nothing in the closet. I promise.", "But the doors opened, mom!"          "It means that I didn't close them correctly, that's all. You're fine. Come on; you're going to sleep with your father and me."

John enters the nursery where Mary, Sam, and Dean were. "Hey, Dean." Dean turns around, facing his father, then rushes over to him. "Daddy!" John scoops Dean up. "Hey, buddy. So, what do you think? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?" Dean shakes his head, laughing. "No, Daddy." John laughs at his son. "No." He repeats.          Mary passes John and Dean on the way out of the room, "You got him?" John hugs Dean closer, "I got him." He looks at Sam before leaving the nursery, "Sweet dreams, Sam." John carries Dean out of the room, flipping off the lights on his way. Sam watches them go, gurgling, trying to reach his toes.

"She's been having nightmares every night lately, Roger.", "She will be fine. I used to have a lot of nightmares, too. Don't worry." Caitlyn looks at her cup of tea, she stands up and put it in the sink. "I'm going to sleep; you're coming?", "In a minute." On her way to her bedroom, Caitlyn passes Oliva's, she gives a quick look inside the room and sees the closet she closed a second time earlier, wide open.

The baseball-themed mobile above Sam's crib begins to spin on its own while Sam watches. The transportation-themed clock on the wall ticks twice and then stops. The moon-shaped nightlight flickers.          Lights flicker on the baby monitor sitting on the nightstand next to a photo of Mary and John. Strange noises come through the monitor, Mary, asleep in bed, stirs. She turns on the light on the nightstand, "John?" She turns and realizes that John isn't in bed with her. She puts the covers away and gets up. She walks down the hall to Sam's nursery. A silhouette stands over Sam's crib; Mary takes it as John. "John? Is he hungry?" The silhouette turns his head, "Shhh.", "All right."          Mary heads back down the hallway, the light by the stairs is flickering, making Mary frown and tap at it until the light steadies. "Hm." More flickering light is coming from downstairs, Mary goes to investigate. A war movie is on Tv; John has fallen asleep watching it. Mary runs back upstairs when she realizes that if John is here asleep on the couch, then it means the silhouette in Sam's nursery is a stranger. "Sammy! Sammy!"

Caitlyn slowly opens the door of Olivia's bedroom, looking around if there was something, someone, she puts her gaze back on the closet. "What the…" She looks inside and sees nothing. She closes the doors for the third time tonight. She pulls at the door handle to see if it's closed correctly and locks the door. "All right."

Mary enters Sam's nursery and stops then screams, waking up John who's downstairs. "Mary?" John scrambles out of the couch, "Mary!" He runs upstairs. He bursts through the closed door of the nursery. "Mary." The room is quiet and appears empty except for Sam awake in his crib, John glances around and pushes down the side of Sam's crib. "Hey, Sammy. You okay?"          Something dark drips next to Sam. John touches it. Two more drops land on the back of John's hand, looking like blood. John looks up and sees Mary sprawled across the ceiling, the stomach of her nightgown red with blood, staring at John and struggling to breathe. John collapses onto the floor at the sight of his wife. "No! Mary!"

After Caitlyn closed the door of the bedroom, the closet once again opened itself, this time a silhouette comes out of it, it looks around until it spots what it was looking for. The shape walks to the wooden desk and takes a picture of Olivia and her parents. "It has begun."

Mary bursts into flames, the fire spreads over the ceiling, John stares at it, frozen. Sam wails, reminding John that he's not alone. He gets up and scoops Sam out of his crib and rushes out of the room.          All of the noise in the nursery woke Dean up who got out of bed. He was in the hall searching for his parents. "Daddy!" John shoves Sam into Dean's arms, "Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dean, go!" Dean listens to his father, he turns and runs with Sam in his arms. John turns back to the nursery. "Mary!" Then the entire room catches on fire, making it barely impossible to see Mary. "No!"

Olivia who was sleeping in her parent's bed jerked her eyes open wide as if a nightmare awakened her. She looks around her and sees her parents asleep. Olivia stands up and gets out of the bed. She walks to her bedroom, opens the door and looks inside, scared. "Hello?" there is no answer. She takes a deep breath and gets inside. She sees the closet's door closed, she looks around the room, realizing there was nothing. She closes the door and gets into her bed. She then looks up at the ceiling, "Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God’s love commits me here, ever this night be at my side, to light and guard, to rule and guide. Amen."

Dean runs outside, holding Sam. "It's okay, Sammy." Dean turns to look up at Sam's window, which is lit with golden fire. John runs outside, scoops up Dean and Sam as he carries both of them away. "I got you." Fire explodes out of Sam's nursery window.

A call from the fire department awakened Olivia's father, Roger as the chief of the department. "What's wrong?" Asks Caitlyn, slowly waking up by her husband's movements. "A house on fire. I got to go." Roger kisses his wife and leaves the house.          The Lawrence fire department has arrived, a firefighter gets out of a truck and takes over at the gauges for another firefighter. "I got it. You go hold the lineup."          The second firefighter goes to the back of the truck and takes a hose from a third firefighter. He takes the tube towards the house where a fourth fighter is spraying through Sam's nursery window. A paramedic opens up the back of an ambulance. A police officer waves some neighbors back. "Stay back. You have to stay back!"          Roger arrives at the scene; he looks at the house and whistle. "Oh my, God." He then looks at his men in actions and goes to them to help.          Across the street from the house, John and Dean sit on the hood of John's Impala. John was holding Sam, as Dean was resting on his father. John looks up at the remnants of the fire, tears in his eyes.

31st October 2000.

Olivia was dressed in black, looking at herself in a mirror, a sad look on her face. A slight knock on the door takes her out of her thoughts. "Come in." Caitlyn opens the door and looks at her daughter. "Are you ready?" Olivia closes her eyes, trying to keep her anger inside. "Yes. As ready as I can be on the day I bury my husband a child." Caitlyn sighs and doesn't answer.          “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction. Father, We are grieving over the unexpected loss of our brother, Conor, and son, Joey. Lord, just last Sunday Conor was telling me how excited he was to be part of this church. He was on fire for You, Father. We all saw how joy radiated from him. His love for You was unquenchable, and we are mourning the loss of this incredible man. Father, be with his wife. Raise this congregation up to be the hands and feet of Jesus to this family. Father, love on Conor’s wife. Wrap Your arms around her, for there will be a day when she sees him again in Heaven. Father, speak tenderly to his wife and comfort her in this unbearable time of life. Father, this is a very tragic event, and yet we know that nothing surprises You. So, in faith, we continue to ask and seek Your will in this most desperate time of need. Father, shower this family with love and affection as they grieve through this painful time. We love You, and thank You for Jesus! Amen."          Olivia stayed until she was all alone, she bent on her knees and looked back and forth at the two graves. "I'm going to find what did this to you, I promise. And I'm going to kill it, no matter what it takes."

October 31st, 2005.

"Sam!" A young blond woman calls after Sam. she comes around a corner, wearing a sexy-nurse costume and adjusting her hat. The photo of Mary and John was on the dresser. "Get a move on, would you? We were supposed to be there like fifteen minutes ago." Jess, the young woman, walks off. "Sam! You're coming or what?" Sam pokes his head around the corner. He's wearing jeans and a tee-shirt, not a costume. "Do I have to?", "Yes! It'll be fun." Sam comes into the room. "And where is your costume?" Sam laughs and ducks his head. "you know how I feel about Halloween.          The bar where Sam and Jess were supposed to go, was decorated for Halloween, including a gargoyle with cobwebs and a baseball hat that screamed "GET NAKED" in capital letters. Everyone was in a costume, following the Halloween tradition.          Jess raises a glass as a young man in ghoul costume, Luis, comes up to the table where Sam and Jess are. Sam was the only one in the bar that wasn't wearing a costume. "So here's to Sam—" Jess looks and him and smiles, "—and his awesome LSAT victory.", "All right, all right. It's not that big of a deal." The three of them clink glasses. "Yeah. He acts all humble. But he scored one seventy-four." Luis drinks and shot and so does Sam. "Is that good?" Asks Luis. "Scary good." Adds Jess, proud of Sam's results, then drinks her shot. "So there you go. You are a first-round draft pick. You can go to any law school you want!" Luis sits next to Sam. "Actually, I got an interview here. Monday. If it goes okay, I think I got a shot at a full ride next year.", "Hey. It's gonna go great." Jess reassures Sam. "It better." Sam looks down. "How does it feel to be the golden boy of your family?" Sam shudders at the mention of his family. "Ah. They don't know."          "Oh, no, I would be gloating! Why not?", "Because we're not exactly in the Bradys.", "And I'm not exactly the Huxtables. More shots?", "No." Jes and Sam speak at the same time. Luis goes up to the bar anyway. Jess looks at Sam. "No, seriously. I'm proud of you. And you're gonna knock 'em dead on Monday, and you're gonna get that full ride. I know it.", "What would I do without you?", "Crash and burn." Jess smiles and pulls Sam in for a kiss, not knowing the effect her phrase had on her boyfriend.

A group of five men was at a local bar, laughing and looking around until one of them dropped his eyes on Olivia. He smirks and walks to her. "You're not from this town." Olivia looks up, startled by the man's words. "N-no..." He chuckles and sits in the booth in front of her. "It's nice to see new faces. We don't get the chance to a lot, around here." He looks behind him at his friends then back at Olivia. "I'll tell you what, you look a little lost. So I can help you. If you want you can crash at my place for as long as you're here." Olivia looks at him, surprised. "Really? You'd do that?"          Olivia and the man were walking out of the bar together. The four other men watched them and laughed. "And another one!"          Olivia was walking beside the man in a dark alley until the man stopped walking and took Olivia's arm. "Hey, what are you doing?" He opens his mouth and shows his vampire teeth. "Let's have a little fun," Olivia smirked. "Alright." She kicked the vampire and got a machete out of her jacket, "Hunter!" Olivia smiled and tilted her head, "Did you really think I would be this stupid? Come on, show me some respect." As she finished her sentence, Olivia swung her machete, beheading the vampire. "Eat this, bitch."

Sam and Jess were lying in bed, asleep back to back. A sound outside the room, like a window opening, wakes up Sam. He stands up, leaves the bedroom and looks around the apartment.          A window is open while Sam was sure he closed it before going to bed. Footsteps are heard, a man walks past the strings of beads at the far end of the hall. Sam moves to another part of the apartment and waits. The man enters the room, Sam lunges forward and grabs the man at the shoulder. The man knocks Sam's arm away and aims a strike at Sam, who ducks. The man grabs Sam's arm, swings him into another room. The man elbows Sam in the face; Sam kicks at his head, the man ducks, and swings, Sam blocks. The man knocks Sam down and pins him to the floor, one hand at Sam's neck and the other holding Sam's wrist. "Whoa, easy, tiger." Sam breathers hard, "Dean?"          Dean laughs, "You scared the crap out of me!" Adds Sam, obviously pissed. "That's 'cause you're out of practice." Sam grabs Dean's hand and yanks, slamming his heel into Dean's back and Dean to the floor. "Or not." States Dean. Sam taps Dean twice where Sam was holding him. "Get off of me." Demands Dean. Sam rolls to his feet and pulls Dean up. "What the hell are you doing here?", "Well, I was looking for a beer." Dean puts his hands on Sam's shoulders, shakes once, and then let's go. "What the hell are you doing here?" Asks Sam one more time. "Okay. All right. We have to talk.", "Uh, the phone?", "If I'd called, would you have picked up?"

Olivia was waiting in the dark alley next to the vampire's body for the rest of the group to come. After a moment she heard footsteps, "What the hell is he doing?", "Never took him this long before.", "Maybe he's having a little more fun.", "Shut up." Olivia stands up straight, her machete in hand, she sees the vampires in front of her and smiles. "Your friend encountered a slight…problem." The vampires started to run to Olivia; she swung her machete enough of times to behead three of them. There was only one left, she looks at him and slowly walks to him, "Now. I hate vampires, even more, the movie Twilight. You're not really smart, dropping five bodies in the same town, and not leaving the said town. You were calling for me." The vampire hiss at Olivia, she rolls her eyes and sighs, "Oh come on. You can do better. Seriously. Live up to your kind! Come on! Attack me!" She raises her arms in the air, tempting the vampire. He falls into the trap and attacks Olivia, she kicks him, making him fall to the ground, she puts her foot on his throat. "You should know that us hunters are always going to end up killing you. This is a war you're never going to win." She raises the machete and beheads the vampire. She cleans her weapon on the dead body, stands up, walks to her car and drives off.

Jess turns the light on. She was wearing very short shorts and a cropped Smurfs shirt. "Sam?" Sam and Dean turn their heads at the same time, facing Jess. "Jess. Hey. Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica." Dean looks at her appreciatively. "Wait, your brother Dean?" Jess smiles. Sam nods, and Dean grins at her and moves closer. "Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league.", "Just let me put something on." Jess turns to go, but Dean's voice stops her, "No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously." Dean goes back over to Sam without taking his eyes off Jess. Sam watches him, his expression stony. "Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you.", "No." Sam goes over to Jess and puts an arm around her. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.", "Okay." Dean turns to look at them both straight on. "Um. Dad hasn't been home in a few days.", "So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later." Dean smirks, ducks his head and looks back up. "Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days."          Sam's expression doesn't change while he takes what his brother said in. Jess glances up at Sam. "Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside." As Sam and Dean head downstairs. "I mean, come on. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you.", "You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dead's missing. I need you to help me find him.", "You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine." Dean stops and turns around, so does Sam. "Not for this long. Now, are you gonna come with me or not?", "I'm not.", "Why not?", "I swore I was done hunting. For good.", "Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." Dean starts downstairs again, Sam follows him. "Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a 45." Dean stops at the door to the outside. "Well, what was he supposed to do?", "I was nine years old! He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark.", "Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course, you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there.", "Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her." Dean glances outside. "But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find." Dean looks back at his brother. "We save a lot of people doing it, too." There is a brief silence. "You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" Dean rolls his eyes and slams the door open.         There is a short flight of stairs from the door to the parking lot, Sam and Dean climb it. "The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Mean, Dean, we were raised like warriors." They cross the parking lot to the Impala. "So what are you going to do? You're just going to live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?", "No. Not normal. Safe.", "And that's why you ran away." Dean looks away. "I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was going to go, I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing.", "Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it." Sam stays silent. "I can't do this alone, Sam.", "Yes you can." Dean looks down, "Yeah, well, I don't want to." Sam sighs and looks down, thinking, then he looks back at Dean. "What was he hunting?"          Dean opens the trunk of the Impala, then the spare-tire compartment. It's an arsenal, he props the compartment open with a shotgun and digs through the clutter. "All right, let's see. Where the hell did I put that thing?", "So when Dad left, why didn't you go with him?", "I was working my own gig. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans.", "Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?" Dean looks over at Sam. "I'm twenty-six, dude." Dean pulls some papers out of a folder. "All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy—" Dean handed one of the papers to Sam. "—they found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA."          The paper is a printout of an article from the Jericho Herald, headlined 'Centennial Highway Disappearance' and dated September 19th, 2005; it has a man's picture, captioned 'Andrew Carey MISSING." Sam reads it and glances up. "So maybe he was kidnapped.", "Yeah. Well, here's another one in April." Dean tosses down another Jericho Herald article for each date he mentions. "Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two. Then of them over the past twenty years." Dean takes the article back from Sam and picks up the rest of the stack putting them back in the folder. "All men, all the same, five-mile stretch of road." Dean pulls a bag out of another part of the arsenal. "It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough." Dean grabs a handheld tape recorder. "Then I get this voicemail yesterday." He presses play. The recording is staticky, and the signal was clearly breaking up. "Dean…something big is starting to happen…I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may… Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger." Dean presses stop. "You know there's EVP on that?", "Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" Sam shakes his head. "All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got." He presses play again, then the voice of a woman is heard "I can never go home…" Dean presses stop. "Never go home," Sam repeats what the woman said. Dean drops the recorder, puts down the shotgun, stands straight, and shuts the trunk, then leans on it. "You know, in almost two years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing." Sam looks away and sighs, then looks back. "All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him." Dean nods. "But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here." Sam turns to go back to the apartment. He turns back when Dean speaks. "What's first thing Monday?", "I have this… I have an interview.", "What, a job interview? Skip it.", "It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate.", "Law school," Dean smirks. "So we got a deal or not?" Dean says nothing.

Olivia was driving a Black 1965 Buick Riviera Gran Sport; there was blood on her tee-shirt and hands from the fight with the vampires. She looked ahead, listening to the radio, tears streaming down her face. 'There's another world inside of me that you may never see. There's secrets in this life that I can't hide Somewhere in this darkness, there's a light that I can't find Maybe it's too far away; maybe I'm just blind Maybe I'm just blind So hold me when I'm here, right me when I'm wrong Hold me when I'm scared and love me when I'm gone Everything I am and everything in me Wants to be the one you wanted me to be.' As the song kept playing the flashbacks of her old life came back to her, the day she met Conor. When he told her he loved her for the first time when he proposed, the wedding, when she found out, she was pregnant. 'When your education x-ray cannot see under my skin I won't tell you a damn thing that I could not tell my friends And roaming through this darkness, I'm alive, but I'm alone Part of me is fighting this, but part of me is gone.' The flashback of the night of the accident came back; she was no longer focusing on the road until she hears a honk and sees a truck in front of her, the turns the wheel and stops the car on the fields next to the road. She puts her hands on her face, trying to calm herself. "I'm so sorry…"

Sam is packing a duffel bag, he pulls out a sizeable hook-shaped knife and slides it inside. Jess comes into the room. "Wait, you're taking off?" Sam looks up. "Is this about your dad? Is he all right?", "Yeah. You know, just a little family drama." Sam goes over to the dresser and turns on the lamp. "Your brother said he was on some kind of hunting trip." Jess sits on the bed, Sam rummages in one of the drawers and comes out with a couple of shirts and puts them in the duffel. "Oh yeah, he's just deer hunting up at the cabin, he's probably got Jim, Jack, and José along with him. I'm just going to bring him back.", "What about the interview?", "I will make the interview. This is only for a couple of days." Sam goes around the bed. Jess gets up and follows. "Sam, I mean, please." Sam stops and turns, "just stop for a second. You're sure you're okay?" Sam laughs a little, "I'm fine.", "It's just… you won't even talk about your family. And now you're taking off in the middle of the night to spend a weekend with them? AAnd with Monday coming up, which is kind of a huge deal.", "Hey. Everything's going to be okay. I will be back in time, I promise." He kisses her on the cheek and leaves. "At least tell me where you're going!"

In Jericho, California, a young man, Troy, is driving down the highway, talking on his cell phone. "Amy, I can't come over tonight. Because I've got work in the morning, that's why — Yeah, okay, I miss it, and my Dad is gonna have my ass." A high pitched whine is heard, Troy looks over and sees a woman in a white dress on the side of the road. She's moving as though dancing; she flickers, and for a moment she's gone. "Hey, ah, Amy, let me call you back?" Troy tires several times to turn off the radio, which is flickering, but nothing happens. Troy pulls up next to the woman whose dress is torn in several places, and stops, leaving across the shotgun seat. "Car trouble or something?" There is a long pause before the woman answers, "take me home?" The voice was identical to the altered voicemail of John. Troy opens the passenger door. "Sure, get in."          The woman who is barefoot; climbs in and closes the door. "So, where do you live?", "At the end of Breckenridge Road." Troy nods. "You're coming from a Halloween party or something?" Troy notices the woman's dress is very low-cut, he stares then looks away, laughing nervously. "You know, a girl like you really shouldn't be alone out here." She looks at him mournfully, seductively, and then pulls her skirt up over her thigh. "I'm with you." Troy looks away. The woman takes Troy's chin and turns his face towards her. "Do you think I'm pretty?" Try nods; eyes stuck on her cleavage. "Uh…huh.", "Will you come home with me?", "Um. Hell yeah." Troy drives off.          They pull up to an old abandoned house at the end of a road. The woman stares at it sadly. "Come on. You don't live here.", "I can never go home.", "What are you talking about? Nobody even lives here. Where do you live?" Troy turns, but the woman is gone. He checks the back seat, also empty. He gets out of the car, nervous. "That's good. Joke's over, okay? You want me to leave?" Troy looks around: no signs of life except crickets. He slowly walks towards the house. "Hello? Hello?"          There is a picture of the woman and two children covered in dust inside the house. Troy peers through the hole in the screen door. A bird flies at his face, scaring him into falling over. He yells, leaps to his feet, and runs back to the car. He gets in and drives off.         Troy looks behind him—no one's there—then in the review mirror, the woman is in the backseat. Troy yells again and drives straight through a 'Bridge Closed' sign, stopping about halfway across the bridge. He screams, and then blood spatters the windows.

November 1st, 2005.

The Impala was parked in front of a pump. 'Ramblin' Man" by the Allman Brothers was playing on the radio. Dean comes out of the convenience mart, carrying junk food. Sam was sitting in the shotgun seat with the door open, rifling through a box of tapes. "Hey!" Sam leans out and looks at his brother. "You want breakfast?", "No thanks. So how'd you pay for that stuff? Are you and Dad still running credit cards scams?", "Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career." Dean puts the nozzle back on the pump. "Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards.", "Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?" Sam swings his legs back inside the car and closes the door. "Uh, Burt Aframian." Deans gets into the driver seat and puts his soda and chips down. "And his son Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal." Dean closes the door. "That sounds about right. I swear, man, you have to update your cassette tape collection." There are at least a dozen cassettes in the box on Sam's lap; some have album art, others are hand-labeled, probably written by Dean or John. Dean looks at Sam, "Why?", "Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?" Sam holds a tape for every band he names, as to press his point. Dean takes the box labeled Metallica from Sam. "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock.", "Well, house rules, Sammy." Dean pops the tape in the player. "Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cakehole" Dean drops the Metallica tape back in the box of cassettes and starts the engine. "You know, " starts Sam, "Sammy is a chubby twelve-year-old. It's Sam, okay?" Dean turns on the music a little bit louder and moves his head to the rhythm. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you, the music's too loud." Sam shakes his head; Dean drives off.

Olivia's car stops at a motel in Baltimore, Maryland. The receptionist looks weirdly at Olivia who was still covered in blood. "Can I have a room, please?" Seeing that the receptionist wasn't sure, she sighs, "I'm a vet, I'm off duty, rescued a dog." The man nods and gives Olivia his key, "Room 37." She nods and climbs the stairs to her room, she opens the door, looks inside, she closes the door, locks it and takes off her machete then her jacket. She sits on the bed, takes her phone and dials the number of someone. "Hey, mom. — Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry. — I don't know. Work is busy lately. I might stay for a little bit longer. — I know I said I would be here. I'm sorry. — Alright, I'm going to take a shower. Tell dad I love him. — Okay. Bye. Love you." She hangs up, puts her phone on her bed, stands up and walks to the bathroom. When she looks in the mirror, she sees all of the blood on her face, no wonder why the receptionist was freaking out. She turns her head and turns on the water.          After her shower she puts on a tee-shirt and walks to her bag, she takes out a journal and a pen. 'November 1st, 2005. Still nothing. I killed another nest of vampire, a ghoul, and a witch. If they knew something about the accident, they would have never told me. I don't know what to do. I need to find who — or what killed Conor and Joey. I need to find it and kill it. But for that, I know I need to find someone. I need to find John Winchester.'

Sam and Dean drive past a sign that says 'JERICHO 7.'          'Thank you." Sam closes his phone. "All right. So, there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. So, that's something, I guess." Dean glances over at Sam, then back at the road. At a bridge ahead of them, there are two police cars and several officers. "Check it out." Sam leans forward for a closer look. Dean pulls over. They take a long look before Dean turns off the engine. Dean opens the glove compartment and pulls out a box full of ID cards with his and John's faces. He picks one out and grins at Sam, who stares. "Let's go." Dean gets out of the car. On the bridge, the lead Deputy — Deputy Jaffe, leans over the railing to yell down to two men in wetsuits who were poking around the river. "You guys find anything?", "No! Nothing!" Jaffe turns back to the car in the middle of the bridge. It was Troy's car, but all of the blood was gone. Another Deputy — Deputy Hein, is at the driver's side looking around inside the car. "No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It's almost too clean." Sam and Dean walk into the crime scene as if they were supposed to be there. "So, this kid, Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he?" Asks Jaffe. "Yeah." Answers Hein. "How's Amy doing?", "She's putting up missing posters downtown.", "You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?" Jaffe looks up when Dean starts to talk and straightens up to talk to him. "And who are you?" Dean flashes his badge. "Federal marshals.", "You two are a little young for marshals, aren't you?" Dean laughs. "Thanks, that's awfully kind of you."          Dean goes over to the car. "You did have another one just like this, correct?", "Yeah, that's right. About a miles up to the road. They've been others before that.", "So, this victim, you knew him?" Jaffe nods at Sam. "Town like this, everybody knows everybody." Dean circles the car, looking around. "Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?", "No. Not so far as we can tell.", "So what's the theory?" Sam goes over to Dean. "Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?", "Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Sam stomps on Dean's foot to make him stop talking. "Thank you for your time." Sam gives a quick nod of the head and starts to walk away, followed by Dean. "Gentlemen." Adds Sam Sam again.  Jaffe watches them go. Dean smacks Sam on the head. "Ow! What was that for?", "Why'd you have to step on my foot?", "Why do you have to talk to the police like that?" Dean looks at Sam and moves in front of him, forcing Sam to stop walking. "Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find Dad, we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves." Sam clears his throat and looks over Dean's shoulder. Dean turns, it's Sheriff Pierce and two FBI Agents. "Can I help you, boys?" Dean looks at the Sheriff and shakes his head, "No, sir, we were just leaving." As the FBI Agents walk pas Dean, he nods at each of them. "Agent Mulder, Agent Scully." Sam and Dean head past the Sheriff, who turns to watch them leave.

Olivia was in front of a house that looked like it was abandoned. Some part of the front of the house was no longer white but deep black as if there has been a fire inside the house. Olivia that was still in the car looks away from the house; she closes her eyes as she takes a deep breath. "I can do this." She turns the engine off and gets out of the car. She stands a little bit before crossing the road. She puts her car keys in her back pocket of her jeans after taking a single key. She slowly puts the key in the lock, then opens the door. As the door opens, she sees the burned room in front of her. She takes a deep breath and closes the door behind her. She looks around as she moves to the kitchen, everything was intact as if the accident never happened but when she turned around and faced the living room once again, the flashbacks of this night came back.

* On a Sunday afternoon, Olivia was helping her son Joey clean his bedroom after his friends left. "You know, Joey. I don't get how you can mess your room this much." As Joey usually does, he looked at his mom with his brown eyes and tilted his head, "It's all about the fun, Mom." Olivia shook her head and answered with a slight 'Hm hm' before going back to her task. Joey frowned while looking outside at the garden. "Mom. Who is in the yard?" Olivia stands up straight, she walks closer to the window, looks outside and sees a man in a black tux. "What the…?" She leaves the bedroom and goes to the yard. The man was still standing there, looking at Joey's bedroom. "Hey. Get out of here before I call the cops." The man ignored Olivia, so she moved closer to him drawing his attention to her, "I said, get out. If I find you here again, I will kill you. You understand me?" The man didn't answer and left the property. Olivia stands there for a second before going back to Joey's bedroom, finishing the cleaning.          Olivia was sitting at a table, her husband, Conor sitting in front of her. She was looking at her half empty glass of wine. "He didn't move, not until I put myself in front of him. He was fixing Joey's bedroom.", "Well, you called the Sheriff, but just to be safe, keep your gun next to you." Olivia looks up at her husband. "What do you think, Conor? I have it on me, loaded." Conor sighs. "It's not your fault, Livy." Olivia scoffed. "Conor. He wasn't human. Trust me." She got up and went to the kitchen. She drank the rest of the wine and put the glass in the sink. She turns around and faces her husband. "I gave up hunting, Conor. But my instincts are still there, okay?" Conor stood up and walked closer to his wife. "I know, I didn't mean that. What I mean is, this man whether he's human or not, is not here because of you.", "Well," Olivia stands up straight and crosses her arms. "I won't wait to find out.", "What do you mean?", "I mean that I may not be the life anymore, but I'm not stupid. I didn't throw anything away, and certainly didn't erase every number.", "Who are you going to call?", "John Winchester, and see if he can help me. After all, he's the one who trained me."         That night before going to bed, Olivia took her phone and dialed John Winchester's number. "This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son Dean 866-907-3235. He can help." She won't call Dean, so she hung up and went to the basement where all of her weapons, journals, and hunting equipment were. She took holy water, salt, and an iron self-defense punch ring. Then she heard a loud noise coming from the house. She looks up, loads her gun and walks to the door. "Conor, everything's okay?" No answer. She aims her gun in front of her, when she reaches the living room, it was empty, she lowers her weapon and looks around, then something fell on her shoulder. She looked at it and saw a red liquid. Then another drop falls, she looks up and sees her husband and child on the ceiling, "No!" The ceiling catches fire, she ducks a little bit and puts her arm in front of her face. "Olivia!" She turns around and sees John. "Come let's get out.", "No! I can't leave them there!" John forces Olivia out of the house.          John put Olivia in the passenger seat and drove to the motel he was staying. "How did you know?" John looked at Olivia then back at the road, "One call was enough to know you were in trouble." Olivia nods and looks back at the window. "What—" Olivia closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and start her sentence again, "What happened back there… It's the same thing that happened to you, to Mary.", "I know, I'm sorry Kiddo." John looks at Olivia, then back on the road. "We're going to find it, I promise.", "I know. Even if it is the last thing I do."          After an unknown amount of time driving, John finally pulls over in front of a motel; he gets out of the car, when he expects Olivia to follow him, he turns around and sees her looking straight ahead, still in the car. He decides to leave her alone for a moment, understand her feeling. When John entered the room, Dean stood up, "How is she?", "She's in the car.", "What? Why?", "What killed Mary killed her husband and child." Dean's eyes went wide, he sat back on the bed, shocked. John watches him and sighs. "Give her an hour, if she's not back, go see her." Dean nodded. "Yes, sir." *

After this night, Olivia stayed with John and Dean; then John disappeared, Dean went on to find him while Olivia kept hunting, the last time she heard from Dean was when Sam's girlfriend died the same way Mary, Conor, and Joey did. It was enough for Olivia to get even angrier and dangerous, spending all of her time to find the thing that killed the people she loved.

The marquee on the Highland Movie Theater reads 'Emergency Town Hall Meeting Sunday 8 PM, Be safe out there.' A young woman is tacking up posters with Try's face and the caption 'Missing Troy Squire." Sam and Dean approach. "I'll bet you that's her." Sam looks at the woman, "Yeah." They walk up to the woman; Dean looks at the posters then back at the woman. "You must be Amy." She turns around and looks at Sam then at Dean. "Yeah.", "Yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. I'm Dean; this is Sammy.", "He never mentioned you to me." Amy walks away, Sam and Dean walk with her. "Well, that's Troy. I guess. We're not around much; we're up in Modesto.", "So, we're looking for him too, and we're kinda asking around." Adds Sam, then another young woman comes up to Amy and puts a hand on her arm. "Hey, are you okay?" Amy nods, "Yeah." Sam looks at Amy, "You mind if we ask you a couple of questions?" Another poster about Troy's missing flaps in the breeze in front of Amy, she nods.          The four of them are sitting in a booth, Sam and Dean opposite Amy and her friend, Rachel. "I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and…he never did.", "He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?" Amy looks at Sam and shakes her head, "No. Nothing I can remember." Sam looks at her necklace, "I like your necklace." Amy holds the pendant she's wearing, a pentagram in a circle, and looks down at it. "Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents—" She laughs, "with all that devil stuff." Sam laughs a little and looks down, then up. "Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is a protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing." Dean rolls his eyes, "Okay. Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries." Dean takes his arm off the back of Sam's seat and leans forward. "Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything…" Amy and Rachel look at each other. "What is it?" Asks Dean, seeing that they knew something. "Well," begins Rachel "it's just—I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Sam and Dean get closer to the women, and speaks at the same time, "What do they talk about?", "It's kind of this local legend. This one girl?" Rachel takes a deep breath. "She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago." Dean looks at Sam, who observes Rachel, nodding. "Well, supposedly she's still out there." Sam nods. "She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever." Sam and Dean looked at each other when Rachel finished her story.

A web browser is open to the archive search page for the Jericho Herald. The words 'Female Murder Hitchhiking' are written into the search box. Dean clicks 'go,' the screen tells him there are '(0) Result." Dean replaces 'Hitchhiking' with 'Centennial Highway' with the same response. Sam is sitting beside him, watching, "Let me try." Dean smacks Sam's hand away, "I got it." Sam shoves Dean's chair out of the way and takes over. "Dude!" Dean hits Sam in the shoulder. "You're such a control freak." Sam ignores Dean and goes on the research. "So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?", "Yeah.", "Well, maybe it's not murder." Sam replaces 'Murder' with 'Suicide' and finds an article entitled 'Suicide On Centennial." Dean glances at Sam who opens the article, dated April 25th, 1981.          'A local woman's drowning death was ruled a suicide, the County Sheriff's Department said earlier today. Constance Welch, 24, of 4636 Breckenridge Road, leaped off Sylvania Bridge, at mile 33 of Centennial Highway, and subsequently drowned last night.          Deputy J. Pierce told reporters that, hours before her death, Ms. Welch logged a call with 911 emergency services. In a panicked tone, Ms. Welch described how she found her two young children, 5 and 6, in the bathtub, after leaving them alone for several (minutes). She reported that their complex—(…)          What happened to my children was a terrible accident. And it must have been too much for my wife. Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it," said husband, Joseph Welch. "Now I ask that you all, please respect my privacy during this trying time."          At the time of the children's death and Ms. Welch's subsequent suicide, Mr. Welch was at the Frontier auto salvage yard, where he works the graveyard shift as associate manager.          "Connie might have been quiet, but she was the sweetest, most caring girl I ever knew," said Deanna Kripke, a neighbor. "She just doted on those children."

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river" Sam repeats to Dean what he read. There is a picture of Constance, the woman who killed Troy. "Does it say why she did it?", "Yeah.", "What?", "An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently, her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die." Dean raises his eyebrows. "Hm. Death of a child can destroy a mother, trust me." Dean thinks of Olivia and how she was after the death of Conor and Joey. He clears his throat and focuses back on the computer. The article has a picture of Joseph next to a picture of Sylvania Bridge; the same place where Troy died. " 'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband, Joseph Welch." Sam quotes the husband, Dean ignores it and looks at the bridge, "The bridge look familiar to you?"

Sam and Dean walk along the bridge, then stop to lean on the railing and look down at the river. "So this is where Constance took swan dive." Sam looks over at Dean. "Do you think Dad would have been here?", "Well, he's chasing the same story, and we're chasing him." Dean continues walking. Sam follows. "Okay, so now what?", "Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while." Sam stops. "Dean, I told you, I've got to get back by Monday—" Dean turns around. "Monday. Right. The interview.", "Yeah.", "Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?", "Maybe. Why not?", "Does Jessica knows the truth about you? I mean, does she knows about the things you've done?" Sam steps closer. "No, and she's not ever going to know.", "Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later, you're going to have to face up to who you really are."          Dean turns around and keeps walking. Sam follows. "And who's that?", "You're one of us." Sam hurries to get in front of Dean. "No. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life.", "You have a responsibility to—," "To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back." Dean grabs Sam by the collar and shoves him up against the railing of the bridge. "Don't talk about her like that." Dean releases Sam and walks away. He sees Constance standing at the edge of the bridge. "Sam." Sam comes to stand next to Dean. Constance looks over at them, then steps forward off the edge. Sam and Dean run to the railing and look over. "Where'd she go?" Sam shrugs, "I don't know."          Behind them, the Impala's engine starts, and its headlights come on. Sam and Dean turn to look. "What the—," "Who's driving your car?" Dean pulls the keys out of his pocket and jingles them. Sam glances at them. The car jerks into motion, heading straight for them. They turn and run. "Dean? Go! Go!" The car is moving faster than Sam and Dean, when it gets too close Sam and Dean dive over the railing. The car comes to a halt. Sam has caught himself on the edge of the bridge and is hanging on. He pulls himself up onto the bridge and looks around. "Dean? Dean!" Below a filthy and annoyed Dean crawls out of the water and onto the mud, panting. "What?", "Hey! Are you all right?" Dean holds up one hand in an OK sign. "I'm super." Sam laughs, relieved, and scoots away front the edge.          Dean shits the hood of his car and leans on it. "Your car all right?", "Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!", "Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the job go from here, genius?" Sam settles on the hood next to Dean. Dean throws up his arms in frustration, then flicks mud off his hands. Sam sniffs, then looks at Dean. "You smell like a toilet." Dean looks down.

November 2nd, 2005.

Dean lands a VersaBank MasterCard in the name of Hector Aframian on a handwritten guest ledger. "One room, please." Dean is standing at the motel check-in desk, still filthy, with Sam right behind him. The Clerck picks up the card and looks at it. "You guys having a reunion or something?" Sam frowns "What do you mean?", "I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month." Dean looks back at Sam.

The motel door swings open. Sam is on the other side, having just picked the lock and hid them then stands up. Dean is just outside, playing lookout until Sam reaches out for the room to grab his shoulder and yank him inside. Sam closes the door behind them. They look around—every vertical surface has papers pinned to it: maps, newspaper clippings, pictures, notes. There are books on the desk and assorted junk on the floor and bed, including something with a hazardous-materials symbol. "Whoa." Dean turns on a light by the bed and picks up a half-eaten hamburger sitting there. Sam steps over a line of salt on the floor. Dean sniffs the burger and recoils. "I don't think he's been here for a couple of days at least." Sam fingers the salt on the floor and looks up. "Salt, cats-eye shells—he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." Dean looks at the papers covering one wall. "What have you got here?", "Centennial Highway victims." Sam nods. The victims seen on the wall include Mark somebody, William Durrell, Scott Nifong who disappears in 1987 at age 25, and somebody Parks. Mark, Durrell, and Nifong are all white males, judging by the photos. "I don't get it." Starts Dean, "I mean, different men, different jobs—" Sam crosses the room. "—ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?" While Dean talks, Sam looks at the papers taped to the other walls. There's something about the Bell Witch, two people being burned alive, a skeletal person blowing a horn at several scared people with the note "MORTIS DANSE." A column about "Devils + Demons," another about "Sirens, Witches, the possessed." A wooden pentacle, and a note that says "Woman in White" about a printout of the Jericho Herald article on Constance's suicide. Sam turns on another lamp. "Dad figured out." Dean turns to look. "What do you mean?", "He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white."          Dean looks at the photos of Constance's victims. "You sly dogs." Dean turns back to Sam. "All right. So if we're dealing with a woman in white, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it.", "She might have another weakness.", "Well, Dad would want to make sure." Dean crosses to Sam. "He'd dig her up. Does it say where she's buried?", "No, not that I can tell. If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband." Sam taps the picture of Joseph Welch. The caption says he's thirty; the article dates to 1981, so he must be sixty-four.          "If he's still alive." Sam and Dean turn around and see Olivia standing at the door. "Olivia!" Dean smiles. Sam frowns, "wait, Olivia? Parker?" Olivia nods. She looks around and sighs. "Well, a work of art we have here." Sam was shocked, he couldn't believe it was the Olivia he grew up with that was in front of him, she looked the same, yet so different. "What are you doing here?" Olivia turns and faces Sam. "Looking for John, too. It's been too long since I heard from him. Started to worry. So. The case." Sam shakes his head and goes to look at something else. Dean looks at Olivia who stares back at him. When Sam looks at them, it was as if they were having a silent conversation. Then Dean looks at the picture below the Herald article, of a woman in a white dress. "All right. Why don't you, uh, Sam, see if you can find an address, I'm gonna get cleaned up." Olivia looks around the room and rummages through the papers on the bed. Dean starts to walk away. Sam turns. "Hey, Dean?" Dean stops and turns back. "What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry." Dean holds up a hand. "No chick-flick moments." Sam laughs and nods. "All right. Jerk.", "Bitch." Sam laughs again. Dean disappears into the bathroom. Sam turns around and looks at Olivia. "So how have you been? Last time I heard from you, you were done with the job." Olivia looks at him. "Well, last time I heard from you, you were in college.", "Still am. I'm going back Monday. Just helping Dean finding Dad." Olivia nods and goes back to the papers on the bed. Sam notices something, his smile disappearing, and crosses over for a closer look. A rosary hangs in front of a large mirror, and stuck into the mirror frame is a photo of John sitting on the hood of the Impala, next to Dean in a baseball cap, and Sam on John's lap. Sam takes the picture off the mirror and holds it, smiling sadly. Olivia notices and walks over to him. "You know, despite everything that John said to you, he was damn proud of you, Sammy.", "I guess so."

Sam paces, holding his phone, and sits down on the bed listening to Jessica's voicemail. "Hey, it's me. It's about ten-twenty Saturday night—"

Dean, clean again, comes out of the bathroom and grabs his jacket. He shrugs it on one shoulder as he crosses the room. "Hey, man. I'm starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that dinner, down the street. You want anything?", "No.," "Aframian's buying." Sam shakes his head. "Mm-mm.", "Where's Olivia?", "Outside."          Dean leaves the motel room. He looks over and sees Olivia sitting in her car, flashback from the night after the accident when Dean came to Olivia who was sitting in the Impala came back to him. He walks over to her and knocks on the window. She opens the door and looks at Dean. "You okay?", "Yeah." Dean circles around the car and opens the passenger's door sits inside the car. "I mean, about this case and Constance's—," "I know." Dean nods and looks down. There weren't many words needed between them, it always been like that. "I'm going to grab food, come with me?"          When they get out of the car, Olivia looks over and sees a police car, where the motel clerk is talking to Deputy Jaffe and Deputy Hein. The clerk points to Olivia and Dean, who turn away. Dean pulls out his cell phone.

Sam is sitting on the bed, still listening to the message. "So come home soon, Okay? I love you." The phone beeps. Sam looks at it and presses a button, then puts it back to his ear. "What?", "Dude, five-oh, take off." Sam stands up. "What about you and Olivia?", "Uh, they kinda spotted us. Go find Dad."

Dean hangs up the phone as the Deputies approach. He turns and grins at them. Olivia crosses her arms, "Problem, officers?" Jaffe looks at Dean, "Where's your partner?", "Partner? What, what partner?" Jaffe glances at Olivia then over his shoulder and jerks his thumb towards the motel room. Hein heads over there. Dean fidgets. Sam sees Hein approaching and darts away from the window. "So. Fake Us Marshal. Fake credit cards. You got anything that's real?" Dean looks at Jaffe dead in the eyes, "My boobs." Dean grins, and Olivia laughs, she looks at Dean's boobs and nods "Looks very real to me." Hein and Jaffe slam Dean and Olivia over the good of the cop car. "You have the right to remain silent—"

After a moment they released Olivia, having nothing on her but they kept Dean.          Sheriff Pierce enters the room, carrying a box. He sets the box on the table at which Dean sits and goes around the table to face Dean across it. "So you want to give your real name?", "I told you, It's Nugent. Ted Nugent.", "I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here.", "We are talking, like, misdemeanor kind of trouble or, uh, squeal like a pig trouble?", "You got the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall." Dean looks away. "Along with a whole lot of Satanic mumbo-jumbo. Boy, you are officially a suspect.", "That makes sense. Because when the first one went missing in '82, I was three.", "I know you've got partners. One of them's an older guy. Maybe he started the whole thing. So tell me. Dean." The Sheriff tosses a brown leather-covered journal on the table. "This his?" Dean stares at it. The Sheriff sits on the edge of the table. He flips through the journal: it's filled with newspaper clippings, notes, and pictures, just like what's on the walls of John's motel room. "I thought that might be your name. See, I leafed through this. What little I could make out — I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy." Dean leans forward for a closer look. "But I found this, too." He opens the journal to a page that reads "DEAN 35-111", circled, with nothing else on that page. "Now. You're staying right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means." Dean stares down at the page, then looks up.

Sam and Olivia, seen through the chain-link covering a dirty glass window, knocks on the door. An old man opens it: it's Joseph Welch. Sam looks up at him, "hi. Are you Joseph Welch?", "Yeah."          Sam, Olivia, and Joseph are walking down the junk-filled driveway, Joseph holding the photo Sam found on John's motel room mirror. "Yeah, he was older, but that him." Joseph hands the photo back to Sam. "He came by three or four days ago. Said he was a reporter." Olivia nods, "that right. We are working on a story together.", "Well, I don't know what the hell kinda story you're working on. The questions he asked me?" Sam looks at Olivia then at Joseph, "about your wife, Constance?", "He asked me where she was buried.", "And where is that again?", "What, I gotta go through this twice?", "It's fact-checking. If you don't mind." Joseph looks at Olivia."In a plot. Behind my old place over on Breckenridge.", "And why did you move?", "I'm not going to live in the house where my children died." Sam stops walking. Joseph and Olivia stop too. "Mr. Wlech, did you ever marry again?", "No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. The prettiest woman I ever knew." Sam nods. "So you had a happy marriage?" Joseph looks at Olivia and hesitates. "Definitely." Sam takes a deep breath, "Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time."          Sam and Olivia turn toward the Impala, Joseph walks away. Sam stops and waits a moment. Olivia looks at him confused, "What's wrong?" Sam looks back at Joseph. "Mr. Welch, did you ever hear of a woman in white?" Olivia's eyes went wide. Joseph turns around. "A what?", "A woman in white. Or sometimes weeping woman?" Joseph just looks. "Sam, stop it!" Olivia was trying to stop him, but it was too late. "It's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really." Sam starts back toward Joseph. "Um, they're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women." Sam stops in front of Joseph, Olivia sighs and walks closer to them. "You understand. But all share the same story.", "Boy, I don't care much for nonsense." Joseph walks away, Sam goes to follow, but Olivia takes his arm, "Sam, what are you doing?", "Trust me, please?" Olivia sighs and lets go of Sam's arm. They walk closer to Joseph, then Sam continues. "See, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them." Joseph stops. "And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children." Joseph turns around, Olivia was in defensive mode, ready to stop any arm toward Sam and her. "Then once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways. And if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him. And that man is never seen again.", "You think…you think that has something to do with…Constance? You smartass!", "You tell me.", "I mean, maybe…maybe I made some mistakes. But no matter what I did, Constance, she never would have killed her own children. Now, you two get the hell out of here! And you don't come back!" Joseph's face shakes, either from anger or grief, Olivia couldn't tell. After a long moment, he turns away. Sam sighs. Olivia looks at him, "Hey, at least you tried. Come on."

"I don't know how many times I gotta tell you. It's my high school locker combo" Sheriff Pierce was still interrogating Dean over the 'DEAN 35-111' page. "We gonna do this all night long?" A Deputy leans into the room, cutting off the Sherrif. "We just got a 911; shots fired over at Whiteford Road." The Sheriff looks at Dean, "You have to go to the bathroom?", "No.," "Good." The Sheriff handcuffs Dean to the table and leaves. Dean sees a paper clip poking out of the journal, pulls it out, and looks at it.          As the Sheriff and Deputy are gearing up to leave, Dean is out of the cuffs; he watches through the window in the door, ducks out of sight as the Deputy approaches the door, and waits. Dean climbs down the fire escape, carrying John's journal.

Sam was driving the Impala, Olivia was sitting on the shotgun seat. Sam's phone rings, he pulls it out and answers it. "Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal. — You're welcome." Sam grins. "Listen, we gotta talk. — Tell me about it. Wait I'm putting you on speaker. So, the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been Dad's next stop. — Sammy, would you shut up for a second?" Olivia frowns, "I just can't figure out why Dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet.  — Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho. — What how do you know? — I've got his journal." Olivia looks at Sam's phone. "That's impossible. He doesn't go anywhere without that thing." Sam looks at Olivia then back on the road. "Yeah, well, he did this time. — What does it say? — Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going." Sam thinks but doesn't answer right away, then Olivia speaks again "Coordinates. Where to? — I'm not sure yet. — I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on?" Olivia looks and front of her and screams, "Sam!" Sam looks up and slams the brake, dropping the phone. Constance appeared on the road in front of him. The car goes right through her as Sam brings it to a halt. Dean, on the other side of the phone, was calling out for Sam and Olivia but none of them answered.          Constance throws Olivia on a tree, making her lose consciousness. Inside the car, Sam breathes hard. Constance is sitting int he back seat. "Take me home." Sam doesn't move. "Take me home!", "No." Constance glares, and the doors lock themselves. Sam struggles to reopen them. The gas pedal presses down, and the car begins to drive itself. Sam tries to steer, but Constance is controlling the car. Sam continues to try to get the door open. In the back seat, Constance flickers.          The car pulls up in front of Constance's house and stops. The engine shuts off, and so do the lights.

"Olivia!" Dean ran to Olivia who was still on the side of the road, on the ground. He gets down and slightly shakes Olivia, "come on, wake up." Olivia stirs and slowly open her eyes. "You okay?", "Pitchy. Sam's gone, Constance is with him.", "I know. Let's go. Come on." Dean helps Olivia getting up, after getting her balance back they ran out to Constance's house.

"Don't do this." Constance flickers. Her voice is sad when she says, "I can never go home.", "You're scared to go home." Sam looks back, and Constance isn't there. He glances around and back and sees her in the shotgun seat. She climbs into his lap, shoving him back against the seat hard enough to recline the seat. Sam struggles. "Hold me. I'm so cold.", "You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful. I've never been!", "You will be. Just hold me."          Constance kisses Sam as he continues to struggle, reaching for the keys. She pulls back and disappears, a flash of something horrible behind her face as she vanishes. Sam looks around for a moment, then yells in pain and yanks his hoodie open. There are five new holes burned through the fabric, matching to Constance's fingers, she then flickers in front of him, her hand reaching into his chest. One gunshot goes off, shattering one window of the car and startling Constance. Dean approaches, still firing at her as Olivia makes her way into the house. Constance glares at Dean and then vanishes to appear in front of Olivia. Sam and Dean scream Olivia's name at the same time. Olivia takes her gun, but Constance throws her out again. Olivia grunts and gets back up, "Why do you always throw me out! Come on! Come at me!" Constance looks at Olivia then turns back to Sam. Then it hits Olivia, Constance won't hurt her, at least not kill her. So she makes her way into the house once again.          Constance reappears into the car; Dean keeps firing until she disappears again. Sam manages to sit up and start the car. "I'm taking you home." Sam drives forward. Dean stares at the car. Sam smashes through the side of the house. Olivia throws herself on the side just in time to avoid the car. Dean hurries through the wreckage to the passenger side of the car. "Sam! Sam! You okay?", "I think…Olivia?", "Fine! Ow." Olivia stands up and looks around then back at Sam, "Can you move?", "Yeah. Help me." Dean leans through the window to give Sam a hand. Constance picks up a large framed photograph of her and her children. Dean and Olivia help Sam out of the car. "There you go." Dean closes the car door. They look around and see Constance; she looks up. She glares at them and throws the picture down. A bureau scoots towards Sam and Dean, pinning them against the car, but not Olivia. "Constance. Stop it. You're home now." Olivia walked a little closer to her. "Olivia, what the hell are you doing?" Olivia ignores Dean. The lights flicker. Olivia looks around then back at Constance. She was scared. Water begins to pour down the staircase. She goes over. At the top are her children. They hold hands as they speak at the same time. "You've come home to us, Mommy." Olivia looks at them, shocked. Constance looks at her children, distraught. Suddenly they are behind her, Olivia takes a step back. They embrace Constance tightly, and she screams, her image flickering. In a surge of energy, still crying, Constance and the two children melt into a puddle on the floor. Sam and Dean shove the bureau over and go look at the spot where Constance and her children vanished.          Dean looks at Olivia and takes her hand in his. Olivia let a tear fall, "so this is where she drowned her kids." Sam nods. "That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them.", "You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy." While still holding Olivia's hand he slaps Sam on the chest with his other hand where Sam has been injured. Sam walks away and laughs through the pain. Dean looks at Olivia who didn't move. "You okay?", "You know. I can't. I can't understand people who kill their children.", "Me neither. Come here." Dean lets go of Olivia's hand and holds her in a tight embrace. "I'm sorry for going MIA, too.", "It's okay, Dean. Let's go. I can't stay here." They walk closer to the car where Sam was standing. "What were you thinking, by the way? Shooting Casper in the face? You freak!", "Hey. Saved your ass. " Dean leans over to look at the car. "I will tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car?" Dean twists around to look at Sam. "I'll kill you." Sam and Olivia laugh.

The Impala tears down the road; the right headlight of the car was out. Dean was driving, Sam shotgun, and Olivia in the backseat. Sam has the journal open to 'DEAN 35-111' and a map open on his lap. He was searching the coordinates with a ruler, a flashlight tucked between his chin and shoulder. "Okay. Here is where Dad went. It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." Dean nods. "Sounds charming. How far?", "About six hundred miles.", "Hey if we shag ass we could make it by morning." Sam looks at him hesitating. "Dean, I, um..." Dean glances at the road and back at Sam. "You're not going." Dean glances at Olivia through the rearview; she was sleeping. "The interview's in like, ten hours. I got to be there." Dean nods, disappointed, and returns his attention to the road. "Yeah. Yeah, whatever." Dean risks a quick glance at his brother then looks back on the road. "I'll take you home." Sam turns the flashlight off.

They pull up in front of Sam's apartment, Dean still frowning, Olivia was now awake.  Sam gets out and leans over to look through the window. "Call me if you guys find him?" Dean nods, Olivia smiles, "of course.", "And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?", "Yeah, all right." Sam pats the car door twice and turns away. Dean leans toward the passenger door, one arm going over the back of the seat. "Sam?" Sam turns back. "You know, the three of us, we made a hell of a team back there.", "Yeah." Dean drives off. Sam watches them go and sighs.

Not so far from the apartment, Dean stops the car. Olivia gets out of it to sit in the passenger seat. "We're going to wait for a little, are we?" Dean nods. "Good.", "I have a bad feeling, Olivia.", "I know. Me too. John leaving his journal is not a good sign. Something big is happening."

Sam enters the apartment; everything is dark and quiet. "Jess?" Sam closes the door. "You home?" Sam notices a plate of chocolate chip cookies on the table, with a note that reads 'Missed you! Love you!', next to a National Geographic. Sam picks one up and eats it as he sneaks into the bedroom, smiling. The shower is audibly running. Sam sits on the bed, shuts his eyes, and falls onto his back.          Blood drips onto Sam's forehead, one drop, then another; he flinches and opens his eyes. He gasps in horror: Jess is pinned to the ceiling, staring down at him and bleeding from the stomach. "No!"

The Impala was still in front of Sam's apartment. Olivia looked at her watch and saw that it was not ticking. "Dean." She shows him her watch, then they heard a scream and saw flames. Dean and Olivia got out of the car and hurried to the apartment.

Jess bursts into flames; the fire spreads across the ceiling. Dean kicks the front door open. "Sam!" Sam raises one arm to shield his face. "Jess!" Olivia comes running into the bedroom, "Dean! Over here!" Dean arrives and runs to Sam. "Sam! Sam!" Dean and Olivia look up and see Jess. "No! No!" Dean is brought back by Sam's screams, he grabs Sam off the bed and screams Olivia's name, he bodily shoves Sam out the door, Sam struggling all the way. "Jess! Jess! No!" Flames engulf the apartment.

A fire truck is parked outside the building, firefighters, and police keeping back gawkers. Dean looks on, then turns and walks back to his car. Sam is standing behind the open trunk, loading a shotgun. Olivia looked at Dean worry written all over her face; they once again share a silent conversation. Dean looks at the trunk, then at Sam, whose face is set in a mask of desperate anger. "Hey. How are you doing?" Sam looks up, then sighs and looks back down. "I'm fine." Sam tosses the shotgun into the trunk. "Come on. We got work to do." Sam shuts the trunk.

[newcountryradio]

New country #1074 (633) van 24 mei 2021  (wk 21) tussen 19.00 -22.00 op Smelne fm

Album van de week* John Hiatt with The Jerry Douglas Band *Leftover Feelings  * new west

 Artiest                                 nummer                          label                       

1.      Alan Jackson                       Pop A Top                                *arista         maandartiest

2.      Dierks Bentley                    Somewhere On The Beach    *capitol

3.      Gary Allan                           Temptation                            *mca

4.      Walker Hayes                     Country Stuff                          with Jake Owen          

5.      Kristen Tuff Scott                Grandpa                               * Bang Productions

6.      Dillon Carmichael               Hot Beer                                 *riser house 57

7.      Luke  Combs                       Forever After All                     *river house   #3

8.      Jake Owen                          Made For You           *big loud         * airplay #2.

9.      Sam Hunt                       Breaking Up was Easy In The 90’s  *mca   #1 

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11.  John Hiatt                            The Music Is Hot                    *New west

12.  Left Arm Tan                       It Ain’t Love                            * Left Arm Tan 

13.  Will Carter                          Ocean                                  * Way Back Records

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17.  RandyTravis                Deeper Than The Holler         *warner bros nashville

18.  Blake Shelton w/swon brothers     Body Language*warner nashville

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20.  American Aquarium            Queen Of My Double Wide Trailer *

21.  Alan Jackson -                     That’s The way Love Goes      *ACR ecords  

22.  Morgan Wallen                  7 Summers                              *big loud republic

23.  Sammy Sadler                     John 3 :16                                           sofi

24.  John Hiatt                            Keen Rambler                        *New west

25.  John Hiatt                            Light Of The Burning Sun      New west

26.  Paul Cauthen                      Cocaine Country Dancing       velvet rose  

27.  Jason Aldean                       Dirt Road Anthem      broken bow 

28.  Brooks & Dunn                   I Am That Man                           *arista  nashville

29.  Rascal Flatts                       Life Is a Highway                    *walt disney ( trucksong )

30.  Alan Jackson                      The Blues Man                       *arista

31.  Katy Moffatt                      Hallie Lonigan                         juweeltje

32.  Joe Ely                                 Lord Of The Highway              *hightone records

33.  Balsam Range                    Santa Barbara             Mountain Home Music

34.  Kris Kristofferson               For The Good Times               *new west      3in1

35.  Kris Kristofferson               Loving Her was Easier            *new west

36.  Kris Kristofferson               Sunday Mornin‘ Comin’Down *new wesr      

37.  John Hiatt                            All The Lilacs in Ohio             *New west

38.  John Hiatt                            Long Black Electric Cadillac   *New west

39.  Ilse DeLange                       You Are The Reason               *  Firefly Music

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43.  Cody Johnson & Willie Nelson      Sad Songs & Waltzes *Columbia

44.  Martina McBride               A Broken Wing                      *RCA    

45.  Tim McGraw                     Just To See You Smile            *CURB    

[ask-joeydrewstudios]

Similarly Spiteful, Chapter 2

[submitted by: @disneyphantomlover]

“JOEEEEY!”

Joey Drew snapped to attention behind his desk, honestly concerned when he heard the touch of fear in Bendy’s voice. His little devil was a mischievous one, and had run to him before if he got spooked. Normally, it was because he’d upset Thomas or Sammy and wanted to hide out, or even the occasional prank involving fake skeletons. But he never heard his little creation so suddenly upset, so he jumped to his feet and pulled the door open. Bendy bolted in, grabbing Joey by the leg before swinging around and hiding behind him. The little cat of a demon trembled as he hugged onto his leg for dear life, and Joey quickly shut the door in front of him. Much as he wanted to comfort Bendy, he wanted to be sure he was alright. And whatever scared him wasn’t in the studio still, or there’d be literal Hell to pay. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“There’s a man out there…He was in the recordin’ stage… He l-looks new… B-but he sounds jus’ like Sammy!”

“Did he see you?” That was different… He hadn’t hired anyone new, so the idea of a burglar was heavy on his mind. Heavens above if they saw Bendy and brought people down…

Bendy nodded, swallowing heavily.

Joey had to bite back a curse of his own, chewing on the inside of his cheek out of nerves. This wasn’t good… But he had to go find this man before he ran out screaming. He couldn’t let the cartoons be found out or hurt. Certainly not by any robber. “You camp out here. I’ll deal with him. ….What’s he look like?”

The little devil finally unleashed his leg, but immediately started to wring his tail out of his own nerves. “Umm… He kinda looks like Wally… But yellow hair and bigger arms. He’s really tall too.”

That painted an odd picture, but he reached down and gently patted Bendy in between the horns. “Okay. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He repeated his warning to stay put, but it was more out of habit than actual concern that Bendy would run off. He was genuinely shaken, which only put Joey on edge more. With a quick run out the door and down the stairs, Joey Drew all but ran down to the Music Department floor, where he found a blessedly empty floor. Made him all the more grateful he’d decided to come in early today. He still felt the urge to grab one of the nearby fire axes… At least to scare the cretin off. Or threaten. Threaten could work.

He settled on a nearby gent pipe, clutching it tight in his right hand as he peeked around the doorway of the recording studio. Sure enough, there was the man that Bendy had described. And despite his earlier conviction, he couldn’t help be curious on why this man was running around, pushing as many chairs against the valve’s doorway to block it. He’d even pushed a piano toward it. Joey could hear the man mumbling away, getting more and more riled up the longer he was left alone.

It gave Joey a wonderful idea on how to spook the man, so he’d waited until his back was turned before stepping out. “Now what on EARTH do YOU think you’re DOING?”

The blond jumped, as he expected. But he hadn’t expected the relieved sound of Sammy’s voice coming out of him. “Oh… Jesus, Drew, don’t scare me like that…” The man turned on his heel, the friendly smile on his face falling in an instant when he found Joey. “…Who the hell are you?”

Good Lord, this man sounded like he could be Sammy’s twin! What a strange thing. “…I should ask you the same thing. This is my studio.”

The blond’s expression immediately turned angry, and he was quick to bark out “Bull! This is not your’s! I should know!”

Any normal individual would’ve probably started a yelling match with the stranger. Or called police. But then again… He did seem convinced. And angry. And there was a possible reason why he sounded like Sammy… So Joey decided to gamble by asking “And….Who do you think this belongs to?”

That had certainly put the man off-kilter. He had narrowed his eyes at Joey, then swung his arm around to motion to the stage. “Who the hell do you think?? Joey Drew! This is whole place is SillyVision Studios! Now get the hell out of here before I throw you out!”

…

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.

Oh.

Welp.

He put a hand to his mouth and thought for a moment. He had tried experimenting last night… And that’d explain some of this… Admittedly, he didn’t know that THIS would be the result, and it opened up a lot of possibilities. Though the question that came out of his mouth was…admittedly not the most sensible. “So… You’re friends with Joey Drew?”

The man narrowed his eyes, but did answer with a clipped “Yes.”

“….And your name issss?”

“Name on the sign, jack ass. Sammy Lawrence, Music Director. Now, you going to leave or do I need to drag you out?”

“Now now, I don’t think that’d be nesseccary!” Joey held up his hands in a placating manner, honestly not wanting to start a fight. Especially if this was who he thought he was. “I think I know what’s going on though.”

“Oh. You just now realized you’re breaking into a studio that ain’t yours?”

“Yes! …Wait, no! I mean-…” He chewed on the inside of his mouth again, words failing him as he struggled to find the right ones. Apparently, he took just a little too long to find the right words before his world shifted. He hadn’t realized the man had come up, and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of flour before walking out of the recording studio. He really did need to work on his reaction time, didn’t he? “Wait wait!” He flailed his arms and legs, more to dislodge himself and not hurt this Lawrence double. It was not as sucessful as he’d like, this taller Lawrence had an amazing grip. “Now hold on a moment! This is my studio! I mean, technically yours as well, but I know what’s wrong!”

“Save your breath.”

Shoot…. Wait… “What would you say if I told you I was Joey Drew?”

“…I’d say you’re seriously confused. No offense, but you’re too old to be Joey Drew.”

“Now that was un-called for.” He scowled, reaching up to hit the blond on top of the head.

“OW! … Look, it’s true! I know Joey. He’s only a few years older than me.”

Okay… Now he was all the more curious now. But he really did need to get this Sammy’s attention. Now… What was something that would apply to Sammy, no matter who he was? “…You’re too stubborn to admit it, but you liked the Bacon Soup at one point! Your favorite instrument is the banjo! You thought Susie was a charming woman the second you saw her! And a favorite song of yours is Willow Weep for Me!”

That had gotten this Sammy to stop in his tracks, and Joey could only hope that he had said the right thing this time. Honestly, he knew he was grasping at straws, but he had to hope that the blond was as stubborn as his own Music Director.

And… Speak of the devil.

“…. I’d ask, but I’m fairly certain whatever Joey did, he deserves it.”

He heard a huff, and Susie’s voice followed. “Sammy please.”

“….Susie?”

Joey had to crane his neck to look at Susie and Sammy -his raven-haired one- who both looked shocked at the sound that came out the blond Sammy. “… It’s been an odd morning. …I think this would be a better discussion in my office.”

((you write joey and bendy really well it Kills me. it Kills me. looks like joey’s got some explaining to do, can’t wait for the next part! :D danke for the fic!))

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven| part eight | part nine | part ten | part ten and a half | part eleven | part twelve | part thirteen | part fourteen | part fifteen | part sixteen | part seventeen | part eighteen | part nineteen (END)

[bendywackyadventures]

Optic Ink AU! Beginnings

So I got into a new AU called Optic Ink AU. Its a new AU where Sammy survives Bendy's ordeal and joins up with The Projectionest/Norman Polk whom he calls Lensey!

Optic Ink Au belongs to @metamatronic

“Ugh.” A voice groaned opening his eyes to see where he was. “W-where am I?” The man, known as Sammy Lawrence got up and looked around. He didn’t know what happened to him, but he remembered seeing Bendy and who were his lord and savior, destroying him. Sammy didn’t know if all that was a dream or was he dead and in heaven.

Sammy rubbed his head and realized he didn’t feel ink anymore. He felt his skin, something he hasn’t felt in a long time. “I-I’m me again!” Sammy cheered. He wanted to see for himself if this was true. It was hard to find a mirror a puddle of water anywhere in this inky studio!

Once he found a mirror in one of the rooms he smiled and saw his features will still the same. His fluffy blonde hair his eyes and his skin were back to normal.

But one thing remained. How was he going to get out?

“Great! I’m not trapped in my inky prison, but now trapped in this hell hole of a studio.” Sammy mumbled. He decided to look for an exit so he can see the outside world, which he hadn’t seen in a long time.

Sammy walked around the studio, he hoped with his knowledge walking around placing Bendy cutouts in the studio he can use that as his trail to lead him back to the exit. After making it around the studio he spotted the elevator, and decided to go in.

“Let’s see here.” Sammy thought looking at the buttons, he clicked one button, and soon the elevator closed and took Sammy to the darkest level of the studio. Once the elevator opened he walked in and saw the whole room filled with ink. “Oh shit.” Sammy whispered.

Sammy saw the ink flooded all over the room, he gulped afraid stepping into the ink and becoming locked in to his inky prison once again. He looked around the area and saw the safest place was a box with a tape recorder far away from the staircase.

Standing there, he heard the swishing of ink like there was someone walking in the ink. Sammy turned around and saw a figure coming through the corner. “H-Hello!” Sammy called out.

The figure didn’t stop and kept moving. “Can you help me?” Sammy asked. The figure kept on walking, using a light looking for the voice. Once the light blinded Sammy, the figure made a screech that made Sammy flinch.

Sammy looked up and gasped seeing the figure, but his head was a projection. “Oh god.” He whispered. “What happened to you?”

The projectionist looked at Sammy up and down with his light, like he was scanning him or something. Sammy shivered in fear. The former music director opened his eyes and saw the projectionist stare at him.

“P-Please. D-don’t hurt me.” Sammy whimpered using his hands as defense.

The projectionist stared at him and placed his hand on Sammy’s forehead. Sammy shivered and pushed the hand away, once he felt the ink.

“Don’t touch me either!” Sammy yelled, when he opened his eyes he saw no ink what so ever on his head. Sammy sighed in relief.

The projectionist just rolled his lens and made a low wiring noise. Sammy nervously chuckled and stood up facing the creature.

“So.” Sammy started in an awkward tone. “Who are you? What happened to you?” He asked. The Projectionist tried to speak, but all it sounded like was a wiring, screechy noise. “Guess you can’t talk, huh?” Sammy asked, not understanding the mysterious projectionist.

The Projectionist nodded. Sammy thought what to call the Projectionist then he felt a light bulb blink in his mind.

“Well since I don’t know your name. I’m going to call you, Lensey!” Sammy beamed with a smile. Lensey raised a lens when he heard his new name. “It’s easier for me to call you, and it’s cute.” Lensey made a loud whirring noise, which sounded like a growl.

“Okay. Okay. Sorry.” Sammy begged shielding himself. Lensey loosen and the two just stood there, awkwardly.

[mwolf0epsilon]

How about a Sammy and Wally teaming up for once to get out of a sticky situation only to never speak of it again as no one would believe they worked well together :3c

Summary: Just like how water and oil didn't mix, there was no way Sammy could ever be openly nice to Wally... Or could there?

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[[MORE]]

     Water and Oil. That was the sort of relationship Sammy Lawrence and Wally Franks had between them.

Under normal circumstances they did not mix, avoided getting involved with each other, and overall preferred to maintain a general distance.

Like both liquids, they were polar opposites of sorts.

Sammy was somewhat anti-social with a rather finicky temper that could be set off easily, while Wally was highly sociable, very easy-going and carefree.

Where the music director was a workaholic by nature (to the point it became quite detrimental to his own health), the janitor was more on the lazy side (only ever becoming invested in certain very particular interests of his).

So really, the hostilities and recurring arguments weren't unexpected whenever they crossed paths.

No one expected anything less from them.

     Everyone knew that Wallace Franks was a friendly person. He was born and raised in Brooklyn and had quite a mind-boggling background that often contradicted itself or put in question what sort of upbringing his parents had subjected him and his sisters to.

Questions that were met with a smile, a shrug and an eagerness to follow a routine full of cut corners, cleaning up spills, ignoring Mr. Connor and trying to avoid stepping on both Sammy's and Mr. Drew's toes.

He didn't particularly dislike anyone (although Thomas's pretentious tone made his blood boil quite a bit), and felt a little off put when others found reason to pick fights with him (fights he could in theory win if he felt like getting into a scrap with any of these fancy white boys who never once so much as got a punch to the gut or a kick to the balls).

Avoidance was the best survival tactic, one he stuck to unless personally blighted by anyone that thought he wouldn't retaliate.

He was a friend you could count on, but also a natural trickster, so if he wanted to be a problem he certainly could be.

The two things keeping him in line were sheer laziness and a good disposition. Why make enemies when you could make new pals? And thinking too hard on things wasn't really worthwhile in his humble opinion… Just look at Sammy Lawrence!

     Sammy… Wally didn't hate him (like most people thought he should, considering the blond was such an antagonistic asshole towards him). If anything he pitied the guy quite a bit.

The music director was an aggressive bundle of nerves. A ticking time-bomb that was just ready to be triggered, and it often seemed like no one cared enough to keep an eye on his well being.

Wally wasn't a medical professional of course, but even he knew when someone should step back and let themselves play stupid for a while to combat the amounting stress. Sammy was in his early forties (only 5 years older than Wally) and in desperate need of partying and some no-strings-attached sex. You know, the usual stupid adult stuff that got you in trouble if you weren't legal or if you weren't a straight white male.

Either way, all opinions aside, Wally didn't find reason to hate Sammy. He could understand why someone would carry themselves so tightly guarded when the economy was in shambles and you were trying to make something out of yourself. Although the same consideration did not apply to the other...

Because Sammy sure seemed to find reasons to absolutely despise him.

  "He's an incompetent brat with no respect for others! He's a petty thief, inept at maintaining the pipes, sloppy with cleaning and absolutely infuriating in how he brags about skills and smarts he clearly lacks!" The Brooklynite winced as he hid behind Norman, who was glowering down at the blond nuisance currently screaming at him.

A leaky pipe in Sammy's office that he'd been trying to fix had gotten displaced and destroyed a nearly completed composition, setting back the band quite a bit. Naturally the head of the department (who'd gotten sprayed in the face as well) had lost his temper.

  "Bite your tongue Lawrence, before I rip it out of your mouth myself." The much larger man between them growled in warning. "It was an accident, no need to go spittin' out such poison."

  "You can't keep protecting that little… that speckled half-breed!"

  "Now yous is really askin' for me to put my foot up your tight little ass!" Norman bodily shoved the belligerent ink coated man, the indignant anger in his voice pointing to the projectionist beginning to lose his patience. Not that Wally could say for sure, he was still very much hiding behind him. "Apologize to the boy before I deck yous in that big beak o' yours!"

  "I'd rather die." Sammy hissed between his teeth.

  "Why I oughta teach yous a good lesson on havin' some manners, you obnoxious little--"

  "N-Norman that's enough…"

Both fell silent as he spoke up, the janitor moving back from the pair and looking down at his feet in defeat.

He had messed up and Sammy had every right to be angry, since he had ruined his work and consequently screwed over the rest of the department.

It wasn't fair if he got off completely scot free, even if he didn't want to face Mr. Drew soul crushing reprimands.

  "I made a mess of things… I didn't pay attention and messed up the stinkin' pipe…" Sammy actually looked confused that he was just taking it for once, rather than getting out of dodge. "Now Mr. Drew's gonna be real mad and it shouldn't be the music department to pay for it…"

  "Don't mean Mr. Lawrence gets to go havin' a dyin' duck fit! Hollerin' up a storm like that, you'd think yous went and deflowered his sister."

  "Polk!" Sammy really did not like the sound of that. If he went any redder with rage Wally feared he might literally explode like a bomb. "How dare you?!"

  "Don't feel too good when others go sayin' shit do it? Even if Wally here is takin' the fall, yous still gonna apologize to the kid." Norman stated.

  "I will do no such thing."

  "Good Lord in heaven, yous really are like water an' oil! You better start cleanin' up your act before I start usin' yous to grease up the projector belts!"

  "Why am I the oil in this analogy?!"

  "Must be because you're an unpleasant asshole."

The three turned to stare at none other than Thomas Connor who had a displeased look on his face and a toolbox in hand. Wally looked away, already knowing what was coming.

  "Franks, get moving back into that office. You're fixing that pipe while I sort the ink pressure." Thomas passed him the toolbox without any second thought. "Mr. Lawrence, I'd suggest you go collect your things to keep them well away from the ink."

  "I don't take orders from you, Engineering." Sammy huffed "I was already planning to do so before you decided to show your face around here."

  "Then why haven't you?" The older man raised an eyebrow.

Well it turns out Sammy's face could get redder. That probably wasn't normal, but it did seem to amuse Norman quite a bit.

He snorted and shook his head.

  "I needs to go downstairs t'get a new reel for the projector. I better not hear no more hollerin' when I get back." He gave Sammy a pointed look before looking at Thomas "And yous better get sortin' that pressure issue. If any more pipes burst in this little ol'department we might get another flood, and we still don't got no pump switch installed yet now do we?"

  "At the end of the month that's getting sorted. For now, we do our jobs." Thomas huffed and moved to go check the utility shaft where most of the pressure gauges for the music department were located.

     Wally watched quietly as both older men went their separate ways, leaving him alone with Sammy.

  "Well,what are you standing there for? Go fix your fuck-up." The blond snapped at him as he went to pick up an empty box from the closet and began to stomp his way back to his messy office.

The Brooklynite gulped and took the toolbox he'd been given, hoping this wouldn't take long.

The thought of being alone in a room with Sammy when he was in a terrible mood wasn't particularly appealing.

Especially when he was pissed at him.

It was just one measly little pipe.

How hard a fix could it be?

Stepping inside, the janitor winced. The floor was absolutely coated in ink and the spill was beginning to spread.

Sammy was dragging his desk away, leaving marks on the wood that were then hidden away by the growing puddle. The bin he'd used to put under the flow was full to the brim and spilling out in rivets.

  "Franks! Close the damn door and put that curtain under so it doesn't end up going into the actual band room!" The music director called out, startling him slightly.

  "Oh, uh right. Contain the issue an'... Junk." He grabbed the curtain, something Sammy had put up himself to cover his office window because he couldn't be bothered to mess with the rickety shutters, and stuffed it under the crack of the door once he closed it.

There was a loud click but he elected to ignore it since he had his keys. He could just unlock it later.

  "You need any help dragging that?" He asked as he began to look through the toolbox for a wrench.

  "Just do your job."

  "Right…"

     They fell into silence, where Wally tried to figure out where exactly along the pipe did he actually have to sort, and where Sammy muttered to himself as he tried to salvage his papers.

The leak wasn't too bad all things considered. There was little to no pressure, which meant there might be a block somewhere else but that was why Thomas was checking in the utility shaft.

He just needed to fix this, tighten that, twist this doodad and turn that knick-knack… He winced when he heard papers crumple and get tossed into a wastebasket.

  "Damn it, not one fucking sheet… I swear I had some notes somewhere… where did I put those…" The composer was going about trying to find his stuff, looking through a filing cabinet that looked just as disorganized as Wally's dresser. "Was it in E? Or… L? Do I even use the separators?"

It was amazing really, how easily Sammy seemed to lose track of things.

He often yelled at the janitor for misplacing his keys, yet here he was murmuring and rushing about all scatterbrained.

It was a little ironic.

  "What are you staring at, Franks?!"

  "Hm?" He hadn't even noticed he'd been looking. "Oh uh, was just gonna say this is almost done."

  "Good. I want you out as fast as possible, so get that done and clean this muck so I don't have to see you for the rest of the day."

  "Yeah yeah, this whole pipe stuff ain't too bad when the ink aint--" a loud groan interrupted him abruptly, and even Sammy seemed to pause to look up.

Both stood there, slightly alarmed by the sound.

  "What was that?" Sammy asked.

  "I…" Wally frowned and listened closely. It sounded almost like, like… "Oh crap."

Another much louder groan and then suddenly the Brooklynite was on the floor, ears ringing and mind blank from taking a sudden hit.

The pipe had completely burst now, due to a sudden change in pressure, leaving the two with a rapid cascade of ink.

  "What did you do now?!" He heard once his hearing returned, but he didn't respond. Instead he sat up and stared at the pool of ink all around him. Where he sat it was steadily rising to his knees, and it was already covering Sammy's feet completely.

The office was filling up like a tub, and quickly.

  "Oh boy…" he got up onto shaky feet and made for the door, wincing when he realized it had indeed locked.

He went for his keys but froze when he found them gone. "Shit, shit shit shit shit!!!"

  "What now?!"

  "I think we're in a bit of a pickle!"

  "Why am I not surprised?" Sammy rolled his eyes, moving over to try the door. "Where are your keys?"

  ".... Uh…"

  "Are you serious?" The blond groaned and began to try pulling the stuffed curtains from under the door to get rid of the flooding problem. The color draining from his face when he realized they wouldn't budge. "No…"

Wally bit his lip as he watched Sammy tug harder and then try the door handle with a little more urgency.

  "No, no no no! I'm not drowning in my own office!" The music director let go of the handle and instead began to bash his shoulder against the door to no avail.

It wouldn't budge. "FUCK!"

     Thinking quickly (and trying not to stare at the ink slowly raising up to halfway up his legs and nearing knee height), Wally began looking for his keys.

  "I just had them!" He'd checked before entering the office. They must have fallen out when the pipe exploded and threw him down, so they had to be somewhere in the pooling mess. "Come on…"

He was practically on his knees searching while Sammy continued to assault the door.

There was no one to hear the noise, and if they didn't find a way out soon… Well… Wally's aunty Tess once told him drowning was a painful and far too long a death.

  "This isn't the time to roll around like a pig in mud!" The blond shrieked at him, to which he couldn't help look back with a glare.

  "I'm lookin' for my keys! They're somewhere in here!"

  "Then move aside!" Sammy joined him and began to frantically palm the floor, trying to find the illusive circular keyring "If we survive I'm getting you a better ring!"

  "If we survive you won't have to! Cuzz I'll be outta here!" Drowning was definitely not on the job description. This was good enough a reason to quit right?

  "I'll believe it when I see it happen!"

No matter how much they desperately searched however, no keys could be found in a pool that now reached well above their waist.

Realizing just how dire their situation was becoming, both men looked at each other with dawning horror.

It was a matter of minutes… their lives were going to end in minutes.

Wally felt at a loss for what to do, while Sammy… Well the blond was already under enough pressure as it was, so naturally he broke.

  "No… I can't die like this!" Fat tears began to run down his face as despair started setting in.

  "Hey now, I know this ain't ideal but--"

  "Ideal? Ideal?!" Sammy grabbed at his own hair and began to tug while he hiccuped hysterically. "I'll tell you what's not ideal! Drowning in this chemical mishap, with some brat from Brooklyn while my 16 year old sister is none the wiser at home, probably thinking 'Geeh I wonder where Sammy is, he usually calls if he's staying at work', only to then find out on the local paper the next morning that she's absolutely alone with no one to care for her! That! That isn't ideal!"

  ".... Oh you actually have a sister? I thought Norman was just provokin' you…"

  "I WILL STRANGLE YOU WELL BEFORE YOU DROWN YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

  "OI DON'T YOU GO CALLING MY MA A BITCH, SHE'S AN ABSOLUTELY SWELL LADY!" He yelled back, ignoring how both of them were now up to their chests (well he was starting to float since Sammy was taller than him) in ink. "HOW WOULD YA LIKE IT IF I CALLED YOUR MA A BITCH?!"

The blond head of the department screeching and lunging for him was all the warning Wally got before the two ended up tumbling in, heads fully submerged and bodies flailing as they attempted to restore their mothers' honors (if anything they probably looked like little kids fighting in a puddle while their parents looked away in embarrassment).

They only came back up to gasp for air and push themselves away from one another.

  "Ok that was not my best idea!" Sammy coughed and looked around. "I can barely see the doorframe or the edge of the window… We're going to die in here and it's all Drew's and that infernal machine's fault!"

  "... I." Wally paused "Wait, I ain't included in that?"

  "No?"

  "But the pipe, and what you were tellin' Norman and the fighting just now…"

  "I was pissed because you aggravated an issue I already had! You also stole my sister's birthday cake that I spent money on, are a braggart of the worst kind, and a troublemaker, but fuck I'm not gonna blame you for this shitty situation!" Sammy threw his hands up in disbelief, yelping once he lost balance. He righted himself and looked back at Wally. "And the fighting was because you called my dead mother a bitch."

  "Oh… My condolences… also that cake was yours? Man good taste! Nice stuff really… I uhm… I donno what to say… I just thought you hated me."

  "... Well if we're going to die I might as well be honest." Sammy sighed "I don't hate you Wally. I just find you aggravating. You're an impossible optimistic guy in a world that eats brats like you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. If someone isn't hard on you, how are you meant to learn how to survive out there?"

  "... That how you were taught?"

  "..."

  "Then no worries Sammy. I'm from Brooklyn! We're made of durable stuffs! Like our uh… like… roaches!"

  "Durable like roaches… how reassuring…" Sammy held a hand up to reach for the ceiling. They were going to lose air in seconds. "It's the same as saying glass is strong unless it meets with a hammer…"

Wally stared at him before something clicked. The toolbox!

  "Glass, hammer, the window!"

"Hm?"

  "Sammy you're a genius!" The janitor took a deep breath and dove down to the floor. He blindly groped around for the toolbox and then for the hammer inside it.

He resurfaced to take another big gulp of air before showing his companion the hammer and diving back down.

All it took was a knock on the side of the glass for the whole thing to come down. Thank God for Joey Drew's not so safe work ethic and construction jobs!

-

     Thomas Connor was having a rotten day. He'd gone down to figure out what the pressure issues were all about in the utility shaft connected to the music department and the sewers, and had then rushed to get Joey to bring him down and show him the root of the problem.

He'd become irate when he realized the man had turned on the machine during maintenance, and it took a newly returned Norman and a mildly concerned Jack to talk him out of kicking his employer's ass.

  "With how irregular the pressure has been, turning on the machine was grossly negligent on your part! The more fragile pipes could have burst and then we'd be faced with catastrophic failure all around the studio!" He practically roared at the impassive grinning bastard. "Have you any idea how unstable the floors currently under construction are?! The building could collapse!"

  "But it didn't."

  "But it COULD have!"

  "And yet it didn't." Joey's grin widened. "So I don't see what the big deal is, Mr. Connor."

  "Sir I really think you should consider what he's trying to say. For uh, for everyone's safety…" Jack tried, only to be shrugged off with a wave.

  "Mr. Fain I see no reason to worry. No catastrophic failure has occurred, and no one has gotten hurt." Joey insisted. "It's as they say. No harm no foul."

  "No harm no foul?! What kind of business owner doesn't consider their workers's safety?!"

  "Mr. Connor…" Joey rolled his eyes but stopped once he heard what sounded like a loud bang, before the band room was suddenly inundated by a massive wave of ink and random junk. Among said junk, lay a coughing and very disoriented Wally Franks (still holding a hammer) and Sammy Lawrence.

The foursome that had been arguing were now coated in almost as much ink as the pair, and looking stunned.

Once the coughing subsided, Wally raised the hammer in triumph.

  "We're alive!" He dropped the hammer and flopped his arm back down weakly.

  "Huzzah…" Sammy rubbed at his face tiredly before looking over at their audience. Once his eyes locked with Joey's, he seemed to regain all strength. "DREW."

  "Shit." Joey turned around swiftly and began limping away at a considerable speed with aid from his cane, while Sammy scrambled onto his feet and began running after him.

  "WE NEARLY DROWNED! YOU AREN'T GETTING AWAY SO EASILY! COME BACK HERE!"

  "Someone cancel my appointments!"

  "DREWWWW!!!!"

    Norman clicked his tongue and shook his head while Jack helped Wally onto his feet and asked if he was ok.

  "Oh, I'm good!" The Brooklynite smiled "Nearly drowned with Sammy, but peachy!"

  "You nearly drowned?!" Thomas stared in disbelief.

  "Yeah… but it's good. I broke a window but other than that everything should uh, be repairable I think? Might need a lot o' bleach to clean up… but you know." Wally shrugged.

  "Should I ask what abouts happened in that office when yous was both alone in there?" Norman questioned "Besides nearly drownin' in Joey's hubris?"

  "Uh… oh, you're asking if Sammy gave me any trouble aren't ya?" Wally shook his head "Not really. He was even nice to me for a little bit!"

  "Nice?" Norman and Thomas both exchanged looks "To you?"

  "Oh Geeh, I should get him checked, he might have swallowed ink and become delusional…" Jack whispered to himself in concern.

  "Ye, nice! Sammy Lawrence was nice to me in a situation where we thought we were gonna die, so it had to have been genuine!" The janitor grinned. "But I'll bet by Monday he'll be back to being a grouch. Probably for the best… saying Sammy is nice is like saying water and oil mix."

Thomas stared at him before snorting.

  "They do mix."

  "What…?"

  "Water and oil mix. It just takes the right conditions." He shrugged "Thought you went to college."

  "Oh come on you're yanking my leg!" There was no way those two mixed, just as there was no way Sammy could be openly nice to Wally.

Could there?

The world might never know.

[winchester4life-blr]

A story

Ryan: Hey Betsy?

Betsy: Yea?

Ryan: What do you want to do?

Betsy: Wanna go find Dean and Sammy?

Ryan: Sure. Get in the impala.

Betsy: Oh shit! We have to give them their car back!

Ryan: Oh right! I call Dean. (calls Dean Winchester)

Dean(on Phone): Sup?

Ryan: We are coming to get you and Sammy. Where you at?

Dean(on Phone): We? Who's this "we" you are speaking of?

Betsy: You didn't tell him about us?!

Dean(on Phone):Us? Oh man! Your in trouble!!

Sammy(on Phone): Who's in trouble?

Dean(on Phone): Ryan.

Sammy(on Phone): What did he do?

Dean(on Phone): Started dating someone. I guess that he was supposed to tell us before now.

Sammy(on Phone): (snickers)

Ryan: HEY!!!! You know what, never mind. (sighs)Where are you guys?

Betsy: Your in deep deep trouble. You lied to me!

Dean(on Phone): (laughs) We're in Lawrence Kansas.

Ryan: But I thought that you guys swore not to go back there?

Dean(on Phone): Sammy got lost. He called me and said that he was in Lawrence. He said for me to come to him.

Sammy(on Phone): I did not get lost! We got to Lawrence and then you saw a cute girl and wandered off! You ended up in freaking Chicago!

Dean(on Phone): She was HOT!

Sammy(on phone): (sighs) Doesn't matter, come get us.

Betsy: Wait! You were following me?!

Sammy(on phone): Now who's in trouble?!

Betsy: Dean is. I swear to god, if I catch you eyeballing me I will slap you.

Dean(on Phone): OK, OK, OK.

Sammy(on phone): Come get us.

Ryan: OK.

Betsy: (hangs up phone) Hurry up and pack the impala.

Ryan: OK.

Betsy: I'm driving. I'm gonna go pack my stuff. DON'T TOUCH THE DRIVERS SEAT!

Ryan: OK?

Betsy: (goes to the bedroom) (sighs) I swear, I'm gonna hurt someone one of these days.

(Demon snatches Betsy and takes Betsy to a warehouse in San Diego)

Betsy: (screams)

Ryan: (runs into bedroom) BETSY! BETSY!! (calls Sammy)

Sammy(on phone): Yes?

Ryan: Betsy was just kidnapped by a demon I think.

Sammy(on Phone): Well then, hurry up!!

[Lawrence Kansas]

Ryan: SAM! DEAN! WHERE ARE YOU?

Sammy: Chill, we're right here. OK, so where were you and Betsy when she disappeared?

Dean: Wait, Betsy disappeared?! Why aren't we leaving to go find her right now???!!!

Ryan: BACK OFF MY GIRLFRIEND! We are going to find her we just need Sammy to do some research.

[Cas shows up]

Cas: Hello Dean.

Dean: (jumps) Oh my god! Quit doing that!

Cas: Doing what?

Dean: Showing up unannounced or showing up behind all of us when we aren't paying attention!

Ryan: Who is this?!

Dean: This is Castiel, an angel of the lord, the one who raised me out of hell

Ryan: Oh.

Dean: So yeah. What do you want Cas?

Cas: To talk. Alone.

[Cas and Dean walk off]

Dean: What?! I need to help them find Betsy!

Cas: She's in San Diego. Don't worry. I shall tell them soon. Back to what I wanted to tell you. (blushes)

Dean: Are you blushing???

Cas: No, shut up! (whispers) I love you.

Dean: WHAT?!

Sam(in the distance): What's going on?!?!

Dean: (yells) NOTHING!

[Cas kisses Dean]

[Dean and Cas find a corner and make out]

*five minutes later*

Sam: (yells) DEAN?! CAS?! Where the hell are they?

Ryan: I don't know. Go right, I'll go left.

Sam: 'k.

[Ryan hears moaning {Checks the farthest corner} ]

Ryan: *GASP*

Dean: (startled) What the hell is going on?!

Ryan: I think I should be asking that question. SAM!!!!

[Sam runs to them]

Sam: What the...

Ryan: (hesitates) I found these two freaking MAKING OUT. They've been making out for like what, the past 5 minutes?

Dean: I'm not answering that question.

Cas: Yes, the past five minutes.

[Dean slaps Cas]

Dean: CAS!

Cas: I'm sorry Dean. All I did was answer the question.

Ryan: Cas, don't be sorry. Dean is just mad that I caught you two kissing. Come on, we need to find Betsy.

Cas: She's in San Diego, California.

Ryan: (imitates Chris Rock) Damn! I love being friends with an angel.

Sam: let's go.

Ryan: Dean drives, Sam in front. Me and Cas in the back. so you two don't make out. Again.

Dean: Shut the hell up.

Ryan: No. (sticks tongue out)

Dean: *pouts*

Sam, Ryan: NO!

Dean: Worth a try.

Ryan: *sighs* Just-just get in the damn car.

[They enter the car]

Dean: So, San Diego huh?

Ryan: Just drive you big, stupid ass flirt!

Dean: Okay! Geez! Calm down.

Ryan: *sighs*

[Ryan and Sam fall asleep]

Dean: Soooooo... Cas, how's heaven been going?

Cas: Its actually been going great Dean. God's back, Lucifer isn't spilling hell on earth, and I get to see you everyday.

[Dean blushes]

Dean: Well shit. Let's stop at a gas station somewhere and say that you and I need to get gas, get snacks, and use the bathroom. Ok?

Cas: Okay

[They stop at a gas station. Sam and Ryan are still asleep.]

[They carefully move Ryan to the drivers seat and both sit in the back.]

Cas: Dean, I have a confession to make. Ever since I first saw you, I've always had this dream that I wanted to date you and to marry you. And we've been friends/dating for at least 6 years. So I was wondering(Cas pulls out a ring), will you, Dean Winchester, marry me?

Dean:(gasps) holy shit yes you big galloot!

[Cas and Dean kiss. Sam and Ryan wake up]

Ryan: Yo, wtf is happening?(turns around) WTF?!

Cas & Dean: we are engaged!

[Sam jumps in his seat out of excitement]

Sam: I KNEW YOU WERE GAY! FUCKING DESTIEL HAD BEEN MY OTP SINCE WE MET CAS!! YES BITCH!!!!

[Cas and Dean both blush furiously]

Sam: AYYYYYYYEEEEEEEE FUCKING YAS QUEEEEENNNNN!

Ryan: Sam, calm down... Now Dean, WTF?! FWDJBFWDHBFHBJFHBWJ

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