#spn 9.02

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𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

PAIRING : dean winchester x original female character

STORY SUMMARY : in series masterlist

CHAPTER WARNINGS : age-gap. angst. worried dean.

A/N : don't forget to check out the story masterlist if you missed previous chapters. thanks for the love guys, it never goes unnoticed or unappreciated!

Dean's POV

I reach into my jacket and take out one of many angel blades I had collected over the years. Abaddon begins to walk toward me, the biggest smile stretching across her eerily pale face. When she was within a foot's distance, I swung the blade towards her, only to have her stop the strike by grabbing my wrist. She forces the weapon out of my hand, causing a distinct clinking sound as it collides with the ground. Her demonic strength overpowers me, effortlessly spinning my body around to hold me against hers.

"I missed you," she breaths in my ear as she walks me away from Mari. "Did you miss me?"

Abaddon whirls me around so I face her before she shoves me to my knees. I grunt in pain as the bones in my shoulder crack. With a firm grip, she forcefully bends my hand over my shoulder, putting me into a wristlock. My free hand wraps around my restrained wrist in an attempt to relieve the pain. I silently wince, my efforts failing as she applies further pressure.

"So appreciate you boys coming when I call. I think that's what I like most about you, Winchesters." She combs her fingers through my hair. "You're so obedient. And suicidally stupid. I like that, too."

Mockingly, I say, "Are we gonna fight or make out? 'Cause I'm getting some real mixed signals here."

Finally—like all villains—she lists her demands. "I want Crowley—or what's left of him."

"Yeah? What's in it for me?" I struggle to speak above the pain coursing through my body.

"I let you die. You give me Crowley's head, and I will snap your neck quick and clean. You won't feel a thing, trust me." She graciously offers.

"And if I tell you to get bent?"

"Oh. Well..." She tilts her head before her eyes travel to my chest, smiling evilly. The demon's hand releases my hair only to trail it down to my jacket. "You know, I've loved this body since the moment I first saw it."

I grab her wrist, knowing what she was alluding to. With ease, she pulls my jacket away. "You're the perfect vessel, Dean. You give a girl all sorts of nasty ideas."

"So go ahead and play hard to get," She tugs my shirt down, exposing my inked chest. "And I'll peel off this 'No Demons Allowed' tattoo," Her cherry nails tauntingly skim over the Anti-Possession warding as she finishes her threat, "And blow smoke up your ass."

"Oh... Well, I got to tell you between you and me, it is a horror show up there."

"It can get worse. Trust me. 'Cause once I'm on top, I'll make you watch. And I'll use your body. Have you ever felt an infant's blood drip down your chin?" Abaddon looks back at Mari. She laughs as she turns back towards me. "Or how about listening to that gorgeous girl scream as you rip her guts out? Because you will."

At the mention of the young hunter, my blood began to boil again. I struggle in her hold as I try to free myself. "Leave her out of this!"

"It seems like I've hit a nerve," She sinisterly grins before gripping my jaw. "That's what'll happen if you say no. You and me, lover. And we'll have a grand old time."

Maricela's POV

I stir awake, the pain reminding me I'm alive. Flinching from the sunlight shining through my eyelids, I allow my other senses to get me by. A woman's voice carries through the toxic air, followed by a male's. But not just any male voice, but the male voice: Dean's. A hazy blur clouds my vision as I open my eyes. I blink until the sight of Abaddon standing over a kneeled Dean becomes clear.

"D..." I endeavor to call, but it escapes in a faint whisper.

Suddenly, a bright light emits from the diner. My eyelids squint as the white glow peeks from behind the blinds. The light grows brighter before detonating, bursting every window in the deserted restaurant. The sound of the explosion echoed in the distance. My attention drew back to the pair as they exchanged words. She brought Dean to his feet before flinging him toward me. Without time to move, I shut my eyes tightly and brace myself for the impact. Though, it never came. Instead, I hear the window beside me shatter into a million pieces.

My eyes open rapidly in time to witness Abaddon disappear. I push myself off the ground and stumble over to Dean. He lay on the storefront's window display, glass shards covering his stiff body and the surrounding area. He breathed heavily, trying to compensate for the lack of air in his lungs. Mustering every ounce of strength within, he slowly sat up, carefully avoiding the sharp glass that threatened to cut his hands.

"Oh my gosh, Dean!" His green eyes quickly fixate on me as he gets one knee underneath him. Moving faster, he propels himself with his opposite leg towards the mannequin nearby. Glass scatters in every direction as he pushes himself off the plastic dummy to stand. "Are you okay?"

I offer my hand to help him get off the platform. He takes it while he checks his surroundings, searching for the demon who effortlessly tossed him away. Realizing Abaddon is gone, he nods, answering my question. His worried expression melts once his eyes meet mine again. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Dean pulled me into a hug.

"Damn it, princess! You scared the shit out of me," He breathlessly murmurs into my hair.

"Sorry," I playfully joke. "I'll try to deflect her demon powers next time."

Maybe it was my concussion or just my imagination that felt him kiss my head. His face nuzzled into my neck as he held me tighter. When his warm and soft lips pressed against my skin, I knew it was no longer a question if what I felt was real. My arms tighten around his body, welcoming his actions. I quietly gasp, my eyes closing with pleasure when he unintentionally kisses my sweet spot.

My head spins as pain and pleasure fight for dominance. Before my mind can choose the victor, Dean's rough hands travel from my waist up to my shoulders and down my arms. His touch is gentle yet firm, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes flutter open as he grasps my hands and steps out of my embrace to pull our hands into the small space between us. With a tender grip, Dean softly holds my hands while his gaze sweeps across my visage. A small yet visible smile emerges on his face, but as quick as it appears, it vanishes.

He clears his throat before saying, "Sam."

Damn it, not again, I thought. How do I forget Sam in situations like these? I nod before one hand drops from mine while his other pulls me along. We sprint to the diner ahead of us, fearful of the possible harm that befell the younger Winchester. Dean and I barge in as Sam rises from the deceased vessel at his feet, demon blade in hand.

With his back turned to us, he says, "They were going to kill him, Dean."

"Ezekiel?" Dean questions before looking around the diner. "What the hell did you do?"

A bullet had disarmed the devil's trap before the front door, elucidating the demon's escape. One of the possessed soldiers was lying face down on the faded wooden bar while the other lay on the floor behind us.

The angel slowly turns to face us. "I was protecting your brother. I thought that was what you wanted."

"Yeah. Right, yeah, no I-I—sorry. I'm just still getting used to this whole thing."

"As am I." Ezekiel agrees.

I impatiently ask, "But Sam's okay?"

"He was knocked unconscious. In a way, he still is. Sam will not remember any of this."

"So what the hell am I supposed to tell him when he comes to?" Dean asks him.

Ezekiel looks down at his vessel's hand before slowly raising the blade. "That was why I used the knife."

"Right." Dean plucks it from the angel before turning away. "Smart."

Confused, Ezekiel observes the man before him aloud, "You are troubled still."

"Yeah, it's just that, uh..." He turns back around, looking shameless at the floor. "Yeah, this is on me."

My eyebrows knit together with concern. Dean glances at me, taking the silence as the green light to vent.

"I was the one who talked Sam out of boarding up Hell." He admits. "Okay, so every demon deal, every—every kill that they make, well, you're looking at the person who let it happen."

My body naturally gravitates toward the older Winchester. I grasp his hand as he did mine earlier while consoling, "You were protecting your brother."

"I am in Sam's head. Everything he knows, I know." Ezekiel adds in. "And I know that what you did, you did out of love."

Dean stares at his brother's vessel, knowing Sam wouldn't have pulled that line out of a chick flick as a form of comfort. "Yeah. Uh, look, Zeke—I'm gonna call you Zeke—I'm not really with the whole, uh, love and... love."

On cue with his words, Dean pulls his hand away from mine and takes his warmth with him. I frown, trying not to let my disappointment show any further. Shoving my silly dilemma aside, I focus on more important matters.

"But it is why I said yes." The angel confesses.

"Yeah, and if that goes sideways, that's on me, too."

"That is not going to happen," Zeke assures.

Dean chuckles dryly. "This is nuts. I mean, you're Sam, but you're not Sam, and normally he's the one I'm talking to about all this stuff."

"He's trusting you, Zeke," I say, clarifying to the oblivious angel. "We just got to hope that you're one of the good guys."

"I am," he says confidently. "But I suppose that is what a bad guy would say."

The eldest hunter and I softly snort at his remark before Ezekiel continues, "Dean Winchester, you are doing the right thing."

We look at the handsome man and wait for his response. Dean hesitates but finally nods, convincing not only himself but me too. Casually, he walks past me and out the front door. I followed Dean to the doorway, wondering where the man was going, only to see him retrieve the duffel bag that was left.

Turning towards Ezekiel, I advised him to hit the reset button so Sam didn't wonder how he went from being knocked unconscious to standing without recollection of it happening. The angel obligated and sat back against the wood paneling. Dean and I gathered the weapons into the sack, waiting for Sam to regain consciousness. After noticing him stir awake, I rush over while calling his name.

"Sammy?" Dean shouted, causing Sam to gasp with fear as we neared closer. "Hey. Whoa."

"Dean? Mari? What the hell happened?" Sam glanced around the diner, noticing the destruction left behind.

"You took a shot to the head, and I came in and saved your ass, like usual." Dean convincingly fibbed.

Yet, not convincingly enough.

"You killed three demons? Alone?" Sam skeptically asks before looking at me with questioning eyes.

"I took them by surprise." He stuffed the demon blade in his jacket. "Got a little messy. I got a little lucky."

I leaned down and helped Sam up as Dean continued to boost his ego. "Oh, and, uh... I'm awesome, so there's that."

"Geez," Sam scanned the room again. "Whew. You are pretty damn awesome."

"Yeah, Dean, it's almost unbelievable," I note sarcastically.

He easily could've added me into his fake story but chose to exaggerate his skills against three demons and their fully loaded M4A1s. Sam's focus drifted to me, and once it landed, his eyes widened.

"Mari, you're bleeding!" He pushes my hair away from my face, staring at my hairline.

I lift my hand to the throbbing area, only to pull it back and see blood coat my palm.

"I'm fine," I brush off his concern.

"What—what happened?"

"A brick wall and I got into a fight. The wall won." I smirk at my best friend, watching his frown disappear as he laughs, but the concern never leaves his hazel eyes. "I was blacked out while Dean heroically took care of the demons."

The sound of the Impala's engine approached, thankfully drawing the attention away from me. Dean grabs the bag full of weapons as Sam and I make our way outside. Tracy closes the door to the car before Sam asks if she's okay. I stand on the steps, waiting for her to get out of line again as Dean walks toward the car. To my surprise, she remains civil.

"Yeah. You?" She replies cheerfully.

Sam contemplates his answer, "More or less, yeah."

"Good," Tracy responds sincerely before tossing the keys to Dean. "I got everything, but guess I'm late to the party."

She walks toward the rear door of the classic car and I follow, murmuring, "Lucky you."

"Let's blow this toxic waste dump. Burgers and silkwood showers on me." Dean happily declares as everyone gets in the Impala.

He turns on the engine and hauls ass out of the outskirts of Eugene.

We arrived at the bunker, clean yet tired from the drive back. Dean had stopped in town to pick up a bucket of fried chicken and cranberry juice for Kevin. When Sam asked why the specific drink, Dean said the prophet had admitted to being 'backed up' for days. Despite our regrettable curiosity, I couldn't help but smile at Dean's thoughtfulness. Even though we had a few eventful days, he still remembered and worried about Kevin's well-being.

"Kevin!" Dean shouts after walking down the stairs, carrying the food and jug of juice.

When the prophet doesn't answer, Sam calls for him again, "Kevin?"

He was nowhere in sight. The Winchesters stare at each other, wearing a knowing look, before fixating on the hallway. Crowley! Dean placed the food on the three-tiered cart near the corridor before he and Sam ran toward the dungeon. Just as I was going to run after them, the door inside the library opened. Kevin walks toward me, hand clutching the arm of his backpack.

"Kev? Are you leaving?" I ask, meeting him above the small steps. He ignores my question and tries to step around me. "Hey, answer me."

"Yes. Now, leave me alone." Kevin replies, annoyed.

He tries to walk around me again but fails as I step in the prophet's way. "What's wrong? Is it Crowley? Did something happen while we were out?"

Kevin gazes past me, refusing to answer.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dean asks as he walks into the Command Room.

I look over my shoulder as the oldest Winchester walks around the Map Table. Kevin uses my distraction and saunters down the steps. He strolls past Dean without a word. The further Kevin neared the exit, the louder Dean's consistent 'Hey's' became. He brushes the hunter's attempts for attention away, making a beeline toward the staircase. Suddenly, Dean grabs the handle of Kevin's bookbag and yanks him back, rushing to stand between the prophet and the exit.

"Whoa, whoa. Talk to me."

"You can't keep me locked in here. I'm leaving." Kevin finally speaks.

"Like Hell." Dean quickly denies him. "Man, we told you not to talk to Crowley, okay? He messes with your head."

Calmly, Kevin reveals, "He said my mom's alive. Crowley said if I let him go, he'd give her back to me."

Dean scoffs, "And you believed him?"

"He's still in there, isn't he?" Kevin retorts.

"Crowley's lying." The hunter insists.

"And if he's not?"

"Well... if she is alive, then she's dead. In every way that matters, she's dead, Kevin."

"Dean, don't tell him that!" I interject angrily.

"He needs to hear it," He glances at me before redirecting his attention to the boy standing before him. "I'm sorry. I know you're dying to bolt, man. I get it. But out that door, it's demons and it's angels, and they would all love to get their hands on a prophet, so even with Crowley here, this is still the safest place for you. It just is. And we need you, man."

I didn't have to see Kevin's face to know he was holding back tears. As he spoke, his voice strained. "'Cause I'm useful."

"Because you're family." Dean corrects him. "After all the crap we've been through, after all the good that you've done... Man, if you don't think that we would die for you... I don't know what to tell you. Because you, me, Sam, Cas, and Mari—we are all we've got. But, hey, if none of that matters to you, then I won't stop you."

The room fell silent. Kevin brought his hand to his face and wiped his tears away. My heart ached for him, knowing Crowley had been taunting him these past few days, using his mother to further the torture. I walked toward my friends, and as I stood beside Kevin, I offered a gentle and solace smile. His misty eyes searched mine, and with a deep breath, he silently agreed to stay.

"When's the last time you rested?" I asked Kevin, concerned for his health.

He shrugged before mumbling, "Can't remember."

"All right, let's go."

I guided Kevin into the hallway and to the room he had been staying in. He dropped the backpack next to his bed before diving into the mattress. I pulled the sheet out from under him and over his tired body, tucking him in. Dean stood in the doorway, watching us. In an instant, Kevin succumbed to the sleep he desperately needed. After whispering 'sweet dreams' to the boy, I ushered Dean into the hall so I could shut the door.

He led us back into the library, using the way Kevin had entered beforehand. Sam sat at the middle table, scribbling away on a notepad.

"Kevin's passed out in one of the back rooms," I tell the younger Winchester before sitting beside him.

Dean walks toward the mini bar cart across from the table we occupied. "He's a tough kid. He'll bounce back." Sam glanced at his brother, pouring whiskey into a glass, before nodding quietly. Dean shifts his attention to Sam, noticing his distracted state, then asks, "What's up with you?"

Sam sighs deeply, replying, "Nothing. It's just... what Tracy said about me—she wasn't wrong."

Dean had walked towards the table, waiting for Sam to finish before setting one of the two whiskey glasses on the wood furnish.

"Sam, listen to me." Dean eases himself into the chair opposite of us, glass in hand. "You have helped a hell of a lot more people than you have hurt. So all of that—that was then. Okay?" He raises his glass, tipping it towards Sam, toasting, "Here's to now."

Forcing a smile, Sammy grabs the other whiskey-filled glass and clinks it with Dean's. He stares into the drink and asks, "So, you guys ready for it?"

"Hmm?" Dean hums in question as he begins to swallow the liquor.

"The fallen angels? Abaddon? Cas losing his halo? Crowley in our basement?" He clarifies before sipping the whiskey.

Dean chuckles. "Crap. We're living in a freakin' sitcom."

"What about you? How's the engine running?" I ask Sam.

"Honestly, um... I feel better than I have in a long time." He admits, setting his glass down as Dean stares intensely. "I mean, I realize it's crazy out there, and we have trouble coming for us, but I look around and I see friends and family." He turns toward me, wearing a smile. "I am happy with my life for the first time in... forever. I-I am. I really am. I-It's just things are... things are good."

Dean's mouth twitched with a fake smile before bringing his glass to his lips. I could tell he didn't expect the answer Sam gave. He remained stone-faced, refusing to give away his true feelings. Guilt for lying to Sam. Envy that he couldn't be as happy as his brother felt. Hurt that Sam wanted to die before Dean had saved him.

"Never better," Dean said, fueling the lie for Sammy's sake.

He sat back in his chair, staring into space as he got lost in his thoughts. Sam circled back to his research, oblivious to his brother's state of mind. I sat in silence, allowing the secret of Ezekiel to keep me quiet. If one good thing came out of this, it was Sam's happiness. But at what cost?

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dean winchester. devil may care

[ardentpoop]

shut the Fuck up but thank you for the image

[kerryweaverlesbian]

I give Sam and Dean a lot of (DESERVED!!!!!!!) shit about how they treat Kevin. But I do believe Dean and think it's the responsible thing to do to reassure him that Dean thinks of Kevin as family, and that he should stay with them rather than go off and try to do a demon fighting quest by himself on the off chance that Crowley wasn't lying about his mom being alive.

I do think Dean considers him as much family he did, say, Lisa at this point. Dean gets attached to people very fast and very deeply! That's a known Dean thing!

And even if he doesn't at present, stopping a 19 year old jumping headfirst into certain, painful death is a good thing no matter how you slice it.

I just also think they should have let him kill Crowley or at the very. Obvious very LEAST. Kept him somewhere other than the place where Kevin LIVES FULL TIME. And obviously we ALL wanted more episode with Kevin as the focus one hundo percent. And with less racism. Would be good.

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9.02 - Devil May Care

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Cathryn Humphris:

1.20 Dead Man's Blood (with John Shiban)

2.07 The Usual Suspects

2.14 Born Under a Bad Sign

3.05 Bedtime Stories

3.10 Dream a Little Dream of Me (with Sera Gamble)

4.04 Metamorphosis

4.14 Sex and Violence

Andrew Dabb (episodes co-written with Loflin are labeled with*):

4.06 Yellow Fever*

4.13 After School Special*

4.19 Jump the Shark*

5.06 I Believe the Children Are Our Future*

5.11 Sam, Interrupted*

5.16 Dark Side of the Moon*

5.19 Hammer of the Gods*

6.04 Weekend at Bobby's*

6.07 Family Matters*

6.13 Unforgiven*

6.18 Frontierland*

7.03 The Girl Next Door*

7.08 Season Seven, Time for a Wedding!*

7.14 Plucky Pennywhistle's Magic Menagerie*

7.22 There Will Be Blood*

8.02 What's Up, Tiger Mommy?*

8.08 Hunteri Heroici

8.14 Trial and Error

8.22 Clip Show

9.02 Devil May Care

9.10 Road Trip

9.20 Bloodlines

9.22 Stairway to Heaven

10.02 Reichenbach

10.09 The Things We Left Behind

10.17 Inside Man

10.22 The Prisoner

11.02 Form and Void

11.10 The Devil in the Details

11.15 Beyond the Mat (with John Bring)

11.17 Red Meat (with Robert Berens)

11.23 Alpha and Omega

12.01 Keep Calm and Carry On

12.09 First Blood

12.23 All Along the Watchtower

13.01 Lost and Found

13.10 Wayward Sisters (with Robert Berens)

13.15 A Most Holy Man (with Robert Singer)

13.23 Let the Good Times Roll

14.01 Stranger in a Strange Land

14.13 Lebanon (with Meredith Glynn)

14.20 Moriah

15.01 Back and to the Future

15.10 The Heroes' Journey

15.20 Carry On

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9x02 - Devil May Care

[mittensmorgul]

Hi Mittens, I’m the anon who asked about Christo. I’m sorry to cause any confusion. One example is how they treated Abbadon. Dean specifically outlines how they are going to make sure she’s dead by dismemberment and burying the pieces in concrete. They even repeat that scene in the episode previouslies where Abbadon comes back. So why didn’t they dispose of her like they proclaimed? Then they both leave the room to take the phone call and she escapes. 1 of 2.

2/2 It reminded me of them leaving the Styne brother alone in the dungeon and he escaped. Shouldn’t they know to lock the bad guys down more securely? Your anon who mentioned President Rooney reminded me of that strange situation with the golden egg. Why were they hanging around in the hotel room just to get caught by the feds? Shouldn’t they have freed him and ran? I feel they should be shown to be smarter. So is the writing face value for their characters or is the writing inconsistent?

Hi there! and thank you for writing back! It’s not a problem at all! I love answering questions if I can, and you’re lucky I have some answers to this one that you will hopefully find satisfying. :)

(note that I would put this under a cut, but tumblr has been breaking them lately, so I’m not gonna risk that... apologies for the very long post)

Let’s start with Abaddon, since that one is incredibly easy. They 100% did do exactly what they said they were gonna do to her. They very much did hack her up and bury her under concrete in/after 8.12. They thought they could use her as the demon for the cure in 8.22, though. They’d been trying to capture a demon, but Crowley had ordered all his demons to stay away from them.  Here, from the transcript of 8.22

DEAN: Could we take this hoodoo on a test drive?

SAM: Um, I mean, I have the exorcism right here. All we need is the blood, consecrated ground, and a demon. So, what? We summon a demon, trap it –

DEAN: Or – or we use one that we've already tagged. Do we still have dad's old army field surgeon's kit?

SAM: It's in the trunk. Why?

DEAN: Yeah, I think it's time we put humpty dumpty back together again.

*

They dug her up and stitched her back together (sans hands), and were intending to use her to perform the Third Trial. Hence the stitches holding her head on:

Agreed they were kinda dense leaving her alone, even without her hands attached, when their phone rang... Crowley was calling to blackmail them and it gave Abaddon time to escape. Which is why they ended up capturing and using Crowley for the Third Trial. 

Then in 8.23, when she shows up to tell Crowley that she’ll be taking over Hell now, Sam douses her with holy oil and lights her up. We don’t know definitively what happened to her or her remains after that point because A LOT happened at the end of 8.23, and “making sure abaddon was really dead-dead” was not at the top of Dean’s priority list, you know? Which is the state from which she was resurrected in 9.02...

But in between, she absolutely did spend half a season chopped up under concrete. This is not “bad writing” or incoherent continuity.

They didn’t really have a way to definitively “kill” her, you know? the best they could do was to trap her and bury her, but their own desperation to get the doors of hell slammed shut (which, if you know me you know I think is the biggest act of hubris the Winchesters have ever attempted to carry out) they didn’t really stop to think “hey maybe this is the worst idea.”

I also don’t think they knew that Abaddon had the power to command her hands to do her bidding when they were literally in a box on a table across the room from her... I mean, I would’ve been OVERLY cautious about that sort of thing just because, but I’ll forgive them because they were distracted, stressed, and overwhelmed. Sam was experiencing massive Trial Sickness, Dean was worried about him AND Cas, and then if that wasn’t enough, Crowley called to tell them he was methodically gonna kill everyone they ever saved until they gave in to his demands.

They were kinda distracted... ?

Okay, moving on to the next one: Eldon Styne and the Half-Assed Handcuff. Let’s start by remembering a few details about this Dumbass Scene.

1. It was Bucklemming... something in me always wonders if the crew deliberately fucks around with stuff in their episodes, like the ridiculously ill-fitting handcuff. because

2. this was 10.21, aka the most infamous and egregious example of that one square on the bucklemming bingo card: characters being dumb for plot. Or something like that. I don’t remember the exact wording, but basically having characters at entirely stupid because they need them to do A Plot Thing and can’t think of a better way to accomplish that.

3. this was 10.21, in which the cast, crew, and a good number of the other writers were essentially working under protest, because pretty much EVERYONE other than Carver, Singer, and Bucklemming objected to Charlie’s death.

4. Knowing point 3, please refer back to point 1.

But also, The Styne Family was possibly the STUPIDEST thing the show has ever done, as a whole. The derailing of s10′s overarching plot because whoopsie they were renewed, and Carver wouldn’t be ending the series at the end of s10 like he’d been planning, and oh no they’d come WAY too close to the end of some of their major character arcs and that couldn’t be allowed if the show was continuing, but... double whoopsie Carver was already in development on a new series that he’d obligated himself to, so mad scramble to pull SOMETHING out of his squid-shaped hat and for whatever reason they settled on freaking cartoonish supervillains the Frankenstein Family who had to be both terrifying up front (to pose a serious enough risk to take seriously at all) and then fold like cheap suits when confronted by one (1) MoC-Fueled Dean.

They were scary in 10.18, thanks to Robbie Thompson. It was that final reveal in that episode that let me know we were headed, though. The Styne Family Crest? Yeah, stolen from Young Frankenstein:

(image from the superwiki)

If you’ve never seen Young Frankenstein, please do. It’s freaking HILARIOUS. But it let me know that these were not the terrifying Big Bads we were expecting, they were a parody. They were set up to be Terrible People the rest of the writers could mock. They we were saddled with the atrocity that was 10.21. And Dabb finished them off in Badass Dean Style in 10.22. And that was it, never to be heard from again.

Disclaimer: I have written a whole heck of a lot about this (and about how this was possibly my least favorite thing the show has ever done). the back half of s10 is a hot mess, the Stynes were the worst villains ever (boring, stupid, easily defeated, etc.), and 10.21 in particular hits all the lows even for bucklemming... so I honestly won’t even attempt to defend this one. This was Bad Writing.

And finally, President Rooney... in 12.08, why did Sam and Dean stick around after Cas and Kelly fled? I’ll start this out by reminding everyone that this... surprise... was bucklemming again. Remember that bingo card I mentioned?

(lol I went and found it, credit for this one goes to @messier51 back in the olden days... https://messier51.tumblr.com/post/68535147632/buckleming-bingo  is the original post, from 2013)

and there it is, lower left corner, “Sam/Dean makes a decision that makes no sense.” This is a pattern for them, where they knew the end of the episode must have Sam and Dean being carted off to Black Ops Prison, and this was the best they could think of to get them there.

I’ve said before that I am willing to handwave a lot about this episode because of everything it will give to us down the line (12.09, Jack, it’s basically building the stage on which the rest of s12 is set). And I’ve previously offered the theory that they were Concerned For The President and making sure that he would live/suffer no repercussions of his possession by Lucifer. But I mean, the secret service dudes were literally on the other side of the door and would’ve been able to tend to him just as well, if not better. I think Sam and Dean may have-- in Bucklemming’s minds-- believed that they would be fine. They were only really worried about Kelly being caught there. They thought they would be viewed as “heroes who helped save the president” and not “dangerous threats attempting to kill the president.”

Agreed, it was a stupid thing to thing, especially since Rooney apparently didn’t remember his possession, and is never heard from again in-show. He couldn’t corroborate Sam and Dean’s story. I mean, they could’ve said they were staying in the room next door (it was an adjoining room, because Cas and Kelly sneaked out that door after the secret service guys stormed into the president’s room), and they could’ve just said they heard a ruckus, someone calling for help, and simply found him like that. But they didn’t know that one secret service agent had already been warned about them specifically by “President Lucifer.” That’s absolutely something they should’ve considered would happen, but uh... they didn’t, because bucklemming.

But yeah, that’s... a thing with these writers in particular... we try to acrobat our way around these sorts of things as best we can, and move on :’D

If you have any other questions, please let me know! Otherwise, please check out my tags for these specific episodes. I think I got them all on this post... 

[supernaturalismydrug]

“If I am an angel, paint me with black wings.” - Anne Rice

SUPERNATURAL + ANGEL WINGS

[jays-bonnie-on-the-side]

𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

PAIRING : dean winchester x original female character

STORY SUMMARY : in series masterlist

CHAPTER WARNINGS : age-gap. playful teasing. a bit of angst. protective reader.

A/N : i loveeee this gif! credit to @stormbreakers . don't forget to check out the story masterlist if you missed previous chapters. thanks for the love guys, it never goes unnoticed or unappreciated!

Maricela's POV

"Abaddon? Seriously?" Dean asks rhetorically, staring angrily at Sam as we walk to the Impala. "Thought you Kentucky Fried that meat suit."

"I did, Dean." Sam counters, his hands raised slightly, trying to resist an argument in public.

"You—Well, then, how did she get it back?" He questioned before thanking the officer who raised the crime tape to let us off the scene. "And why's she playing G. I. Joe?"

Sam answers back, just as annoyed as his brother. "No clue. Why don't you ask her when we find her?"

"Oh, I will. Then I'm gonna chop her freakin' head off—again."

We enter the car, and then it hits me. Abaddon. I swear I've heard that name before.

"Wait—isn't she the Knight of Hell who tried killing you and your grandfather a few months ago?" I ask, making sure we're talking about the same monster.

Dean starts the engine, answering, "Yeah."

"I thought you guys chopped her up and scattered her remains. But you just said Sam burned her vessel. I-I'm confused." I confess, unable to put the pieces together.

Having needed a demon to cure, they had reassembled Abaddon's vessel for the final trial. Before they could use her as a test subject, they stepped away to take a phone call, and when they returned, she had escaped. Having previous knowledge of the Devil's Trap bullet, her unattached hands pried it from her skull so she could get away. She used her freedom to track Crowley down, and when she found him at the abandoned church, she attempted to kill him for the throne. Before she could ruin the trial, Sam doused her meat suit in holy oil and set it ablaze. So, the big question remains: How is she back and in her old vessel?

Darkness fell upon us as we drove towards the bunker. Sam's phone began to chime over the music. Leaning over, he reached into his dress pants to retrieve his phone. Dean and I peeked over, wondering who would be calling at this hour. It was none other than our very own prophet.

Sam puts the call on speaker, greeting, "Hey, Kev. What's up?"

"A lady called Dean's other phone. I answered, but she expected to speak to a Winchester. So instead, she told me to give you a message: She has something you might want." He spoke in a rushed and shaky voice.

"Kevin, wait. Wait. Wait. Slow down." says Sam.

Ignoring, he continues, "She gave me these coordinates—44.053051 by -123.127860— and two names, Irv Franklin and Tracy Bell."

I type the numbers into the notes app on my phone before copying and pasting them into Google.

"Irv's a friend. Don't know Tracy." Dean replies.

"All right, the lady said they were hunters and that if you didn't go save them, that she would kill them."

"Yeah, I've heard that song before." The oldest hunter shakes his head, unamused.

"Dean, who was she?"

"She's the bad guy," he admits. "All right, new job. Dig up everything Men of Letters have on Knights of Hell."

"Knights of Hell?" With some hesitation, Kevin complies, "Sure."

"You find a way to kill one—I mean permanently—drop a dime," Dean mentions.

"Thanks, Kevin," Sam says before ending the call.

I zoom in on the digital map before presenting, "The numbers point to a spot on the outskirts of Eugene, Oregon."

"You know this is a trap, right?" Sam stares at his brother.

"Yep," he answers unfazed.

Scoffing, Sammy asks, "And we're just gonna walk right into it?"

"Guns blazing," he says fearlessly before glancing at his little brother. "You with me?"

Sam chuckles before shifting his gaze on the road ahead. "You know it."

Dean looks into the rearview mirror, locking eyes with me. "What about you, sweetheart, you with me?"

A flutter of familiarity tickled my stomach as I softly smiled back at him. He held my gaze until I answered, "Always."

Before arriving, Dean stopped at a gas station so we could change. As we neared the designated coordinates, my heart quickened its pace. No matter how many times I fought alongside the Winchesters—or alone—my anxiety crept in, going over all the things that could go wrong. When we arrived at the gated part of town, I suppressed the negative thoughts and replaced them with positive ones. However, with the history behind this area, it became difficult to sustain a sense of optimism.

A chain fence had enclosed the abandoned buildings. Sam hopped out of the car and pushed open the sliding gate so the Impala could fit through. After Dean parked, Sam and I walked a few yards into the vacant town. Graffiti painted the stone structures while weeds grew on or around the buildings. A large, rusted sign was posted near the fence, reading: DANGER. HAZARDOUS WASTE AREA. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.

"The hell happened here?" Dean asked, halting beside me with the army green duffle bag in hand as we stared at the crumbling buildings.

"A local chemical plant sprung a leak years ago. They evacuated three square blocks." I answer, visually searching the windows for any sign of life.

"Guess it's still contaminated," Sam adds.

"Wait, so this whole place is poison?" Dean questions uneasily, turning his attention toward Sam and me.

Replying in unison, we answer, "Yeah."

Dean moves his left hand to shield his nether region, attempting to protect his prized appendage against the toxicity lingering in the air. His eyebrows furrowed, undoubtedly debating if this mission was worth risking his manhood. I stifle a giggle, finding his action both cute and silly. Sam judgingly watches his brother's action, staring him up and down.

"That's not gonna help." He remarks before walking away, leading the venture further into town.

"It doesn't hurt," Dean mutters.

My giggle slips this time, attracting the older Winchester's attention. I nudge his arm before nodding in Sam's direction. "C'mon, big boy."

We walk towards the younger Winchester while taking in our surroundings. Birds caw in the distance, disrupting the vicinity's silence. We begin to pass Ozzy O's Diner when we hear a loud thud come from within. Concomitantly, Sam and I reach for our waistbands and take out our loaded guns. With our firearms raised, we ascend the few concrete stairs. Standing before the door, Sam glances in my direction, giving me a look. A look that silently asked if I was ready, to which I nodded with confidence.

Sam kicks the door open before storming inside with me on his tail. The sun's rays poured into the diner, illuminating its light upon two bound individuals. The man and woman were bound together while pieces of cloth muffled their cries for help. Sam and I step aside as he beckons Dean over. He strides in and makes a beeline for the older man.

"Irv? Hey." Dean's gruff voice fills the quiet diner as Sam shuts the door. He pulls Irv's gag down before asking, "Where's Abaddon?"

"Abaddon's been torturing hunters. She's trying to get intel on you boys." The older man confesses breathlessly.

"Do you know why?" Sam inquires.

"I seriously doubt she wants to add you to her Christmas card list. Now, do you want to make with the rescue or what?"

"Right after you take a shot of holy water, huh?" says Dean.

Sam retrieves his flask from the inner pocket of his jacket and approaches the girl. His fingers unscrewed the cap before tugging the cloth she involuntarily fashioned off as I put my gun away. She opens her lips to welcome the demon test. He fountains the holy water into her mouth and cups her chin to catch any excess water. He steps away, waiting to see if she flinched. Instead, she swallowed without hesitation.

"Happy?" She asks rhetorically, looking between Sam and me.

"Sorry about that," Dean utters.

Irv responds with understanding, "Don't worry about it. Last thing you need is us popping black eyes."

Dean reaches in between the hostages and breaks their restraints.

As the girl stands, I ask, "You're Tracy, right?"

She—and just about anyone else over five foot two—towers over me. Her eyes glimpse over my appearance from head to toe before answering my question with a nod.

"I'm Maricela Coca." I introduced myself before the Jolly Green Giant did.

"And I'm Sam Winchester."

Tracy glances at him like she did with me and responds with noticeable disinterest, saying, "Good for you."

Silence fell upon the room, startled at her curt reply. In that unexpected moment, I instinctively whipped my head towards the source of her disdainful glares. My eyes widened with shock, and my mouth hung open in disbelief. I was left dumbfounded. Did she just talk to you like that?! I shouted at Sammy in my head. He meets my eyes and shakes his head, advising me to let it go. My mouth began to twitch, wanting to say something just as crude. Just as I was going to allow my tactless opinions to emit, Irv began to advocate for her.

"She's new. We did a shifter job in Sacramento together. Smart, but got a mouth on her."

She scoffs but doesn't deny his comment. Dean's deep chuckle immediately catches my ear. Giving in to curiosity, I turned and gave him my full attention. His charmingly crooked smile gleamed in the dimly lit diner. All eyes were on Chuckles as we awaited an explanation for his laughter.

"Sounds like our Mari," He jokes, lightening the mood.

My lips part to say a witty remark, but Sam's snicker stops me. Instead, I roll my eyes and decide to move on. "Let's gear up."

Dean picks up the bag of weapons from the floor and moves it onto the countertop. I leave Sammy's side and walk over to his brother. He begins to splay the reminisce of the bag across the dusty surface. Sam perches on the edge of a table near the window to keep an eye on any demons.

"All right, we got Jesus Juice," Dean places his flask of holy water on the counter before continuing the rundown on the weapons he brought. "Guns loaded with Devil's trap bullets. Shoot a demon, put him on lockdown. The Angel Blade works—"

A distant clatter came from outside the diner, capturing everyone's attention. Sam gets up and moves toward the window. He peeks through the dirty blinds, confirming, "They're coming."

"Good," Dean responds confidently.

"They've got assault rifles," Sam mentions, dampening his brother's enthusiasm.

"Okay, less good," I add.

Dean shifts his focus to the weapons, searching for a plan.

"So, what's the play?" Irv asks.

Dean quickly explains a way to distract the demons. After he finished, I helped sweep the contents back into the duffle before he swung the sack over his shoulder. He nods at Sam, gesturing for him to lead everyone to the rear exit. I maneuver to the front of the group and quietly open the door, searching for demons nearby. After ensuring the coast was clear, I raised my hand and waved. We advance to the edge of the building to survey the area. Nada.

Sam's large hand covers my shoulder, offering me comfort. A reassuring nod is shared between us before we shift our gaze back to Irv and Tracy. Capturing their attention, Sam points to another spot where we could discreetly escape. Following their confirmation, we run like hell and wait for Dean. The distant sound of the diner's front door being forcefully opened echoes through our surroundings. Dean walks around the corner where we hid before telling us the other half of his plan.

"All right. We got to flank seal them douche in there, so, uh, Irv, you and me will go left. Sam, you, Mari, and Tracy go right." He orders.

"Okay. Let's move," says Sam as we walk in our assigned direction.

His hands grab our forearms, making sure we stay close. Suddenly, Tracy spins on her heel and pushes him away, maintaining a safe distance between them by extending her arm.

"Don't touch me." She barks.

Sam's eyes widen, surprised by her outburst. My rage causes me to see red, and before I know it, I push her arm off of Sam and use my strength to shove her body away. Tracy stumbles back, nearly bumping into the dumpster behind her, as I step between her and Sam. Her stunned expression flashed into anger before she charged toward me to attack. Meeting her challenge, I take a step forward, but Dean rushes over to intervene just as Sam pulls my body into his and holds me still.

"Whoa," I shrug from their restraints as I stare down the out-of-line female. Dean's eyes linger on my face before turning to Tracy, asking, "What's the problem?"

Tracy inhales before looking at the youngest Winchester and painfully confessing, "My family's dead because of him."

Taken aback, Sam asks, "What?"

"I watched a demon slaughter my parents, and the whole time, it talked about how it was celebrating. How some dumb kid let Lucifer out of his cage."

Tracy glared at Sam with intense hatred after she recounted her story. Although she had acted like an ass, I really couldn't blame her. My eyes shifted toward Sam, only to have my heart break even more as I witnessed grief consume both his mind and body. Before I could move to console him, Dean interjected.

"Okay, all right, we got to move. Uh, girls with me. Irv." He pats Sam on the chest, finishing his sentence with his gesture.

"Okay. Let's go, son." The older man tells Sam.

Sammy lingers behind me, staring sorrowfully at Tracy.

"He's going to be okay," Dean whispers in my ear after his brother follows Irv.

I nod in agreement and try to refrain from thinking of how much Sam was beating himself up. Dean marches away to play line leader as we trail behind. With our guns off safety, we cautiously move along the surrounding buildings. After rounding our last corner, the view of the diner was straight ahead. Dean peeks at the restaurant's entrance before giving further instructions.

"Okay, I think they're still inside. We wait till they come out, and we pick them off one by one." He gives us the side-eye before seizing the opportunity to address the new girl's animosity toward Sam. "Listen, for the record, Sam's not the only guy who thought he was doing right and watched it all go to crap. Okay? That's just part of being—"

"Being a hunter." Tracy finished with acerbity, not understanding the mini-lecture.

"Being human. Look, you want to be pissed off at Sam, that's fine. I get it. But if you want to go after somebody, you make sure that they got black eyes. Got to know who the real monsters are in this world, kid."

She remained silent after he finished his speech, allowing his words to marinate. The quietness was short-lived as gunfire erupted in the distance. On instinct, we raised our guns high and low, scouting every inch the barrel of our guns could see. After the shooting stopped, Dean silently motioned to move forward. Suddenly, Abaddon jumps out of her hiding place and clotheslines Dean, knocking him flat on his back.

My body wanted to run to his aid, but my brain told me to fight. I aim my handgun at Abaddon's head, but before I can pull the trigger, she telekinetically flicks it away. My hand instinctively reaches into my jacket, attempting to retrieve the angel blade I keep stashed away. The pads of my fingertips barely grazed the handle when she waved her hand, sending me into a brick wall. I heard Dean's voice call my name before everything faded to black.

Dean's POV

"Mari!" I call as she flies into the building beside her.

Her head hits the aged bricks, knocking her out cold. Before I could get to her, Tracy fired an entire round into the Knight of Hell. I swiftly move from the path of danger, instinctively protecting my face by covering it with my arms. Once the clip was empty, my eyes instantly scanned Mari's body, checking to see if she was free of any ricochet. Thankfully—other than the injury that she-demon caused—she was okay.

"Nice grouping." Abaddon mocks, lifting her black shirt to reveal her bulletproof vest. "Kelvar. Beats magic bullets. I love the future."

While the demon was distracted, I stealthily grabbed my flask from my jacket. I silently unscrewed the cap before flinging the holy water at the Knight of Hell. She gasped in pain as the purified water burned her vessel. As she stumbled away, I rushed to my feet and reached into my jeans pocket for my keys. After fishing them out, I grasp Tracy's hand and place the keys in it.

"Listen, my car is three blocks over. Go get more bullets, more holy water—get everything."

"No, no, b-but what about you guys?" She stutters.

I push her away, yelling, "Just go! Go! Now!"

Tracy listens to my order and runs away. Immediately, I fall to my knees next to Maricela before scooping her delicate frame up from the dusty ground. Carefully, I release her from my embrace, settling her against the wall. I cast a glance at Abaddon and see her recovering from holy water. Gentle but urgently, I shake her shoulder and leg simultaneously, attempting to wake the Sleeping Beauty. When she doesn't move, my hands anxiously cradle her wounded head. Blood seeped from her hair, running along her temple and onto my hand, painting it red.

"Come on, princess," I beg, worry filling every cell in my body. "Wake up."

Not having enough time to check for a pulse, I force myself away from her, fearing the worst. Protectively, I stand tall in front of Mari and face Abaddon. She brushes her hair out of her face and smiles wickedly. Her red lipstick mirrored the anger that was boiling inside me. My muscles ached with pain as I waited for the right moment to wipe the smirk off of her face.

She briefly glances at Maricela before returning her gaze to me. "Alone at last."

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[lower-the-volume]

9.02 Devil May Care

[ardentpoop]

[deanncastiel]

stackednatural ▸ 39 - 42/327 I Believe the Children Are Our Future | 05.06 | 10.15.2009 Weekend at Bobby's | 06.04 | 10.15.2010 Devil May Care | 09.02 | 10.15.2013 Gimme Shelter | 15.15 | 10.15.2020

[thayerkerbasy]

I can’t believe Crowley loves us all so much, that he tortures us with his own death!

Are you feeling loved yet?  I certainly hope so, because he can’t exactly do it again.

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