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Dean's also a nerd, he's just better at hiding it, except of course when he's in a cartoon or gets to fight David Yaeger or meeting Gunner Lawless or
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sammyscougar · 5 years ago
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We desperately need a return to
Dean’s Man Cave
(Fortress of Dean-a-tude)
Just A little bit of Happiness
Before it’s finally over
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saucynewf · 7 years ago
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Scoobynatural Preview Clip [x]
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rosewhipped22 · 7 years ago
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Regardless of who Dean envisioned sitting in these two chairs, he’s clearly showing off a room that he’s finally completed to Sam meaning no one has used this room before. 
So it really is canon that Dean and Cas watched that cowboy tombstone movie in bed together... probably like this but with oodles of sexual tension
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and a lot closer like this
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mattzerella-sticks · 7 years ago
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The Spooky Specter on Set (Coda to 13x16 Scoobynatural)
Dean thought that his animated vacation was a one-time deal. So why is he back? And why are he and his friends the Scooby Gang? Dean's going to have to get through the episode, solve the mystery, and work out a few things if he's ever going to find his way out. But just what has the power to bring him back there? And who thought it was funny to make him...
(AO3)
                                               You’re not fooling me
                                                  Cause I can see!
                                         The way you shake and shiver
                                     C’mon we got a mystery to solve so-
           “Huh?”
           Dean blinks back into awareness, adjusting to the light. He’s pressed into a warm, solid weight, nestled against soft fabric. He turns his face in towards his makeshift pillow and whines, feeling the last shackles of sleep breaking free no matter how much he wanted to stay imprisoned.
           “Whoops, sorry ‘bout that Dean. Didn’t mean to wake you.”
           He reels back, jarred by the deep, familiar rumble coming from his leaning post. Dean doesn’t know how long he’s gaping at Cas before blue eyes meet his. It’s only for a moment – a concerned glance before he has to return focus onto the road.
           “I know you can be picky about the music,” Cas says, grip tightening on the wheel, “but I figured a quiet van might make for an easier rest.” Dean wants to make a comment – they drive a car, not a van – but another voice pops up.
           “Makes it easier to read, that’s for sure.”
           Dean has to crane his head back to where Sam is sitting, nose buried in a book. He looks up slightly, to meet Sam’s eyes and – ‘When did Sam start wearing glasses?’
           Next to Sam, Jack tilts his head in concern. It’s the same expression as the Doberman slobbering all over his leg. “Like, are you okay, Dean?” Jack asks, “You look like someone scuffed your boots.”
           Dean wants to scoff. To fire back a witty retort, saying that he’s gotten far worse on his boots then a scuff. To tell Jack to stop looking at him like that and kick the dog out his Baby. But then he notices.
           How spacious the back of the car is – there’s no backseat, just a flat bed where Sam and Jack and that dog can spread out. How the roof isn’t hovering inches away, in fact a good foot above his head. How the usual track deck was replaced with a sky blue and slime green 8-track player. The fuzzy dice hanging over the rearview mirror.
           “What the -,” Dean wheezes, looking around, “Where’s Baby?”
           The Doberman perks up, and she tilts her head to the side again, “Ri’m right rere, Rean.”
           ‘This is it,’ Dean thinks, staring wide-eyed into the deep brown eyes of a talking Doberman, ‘I’ve officially lost my mind.’
           “Dean,” Cas starts, drawing Dean away from ‘Baby’ and to him, “You don’t – are you feeling okay?” He’s not that observant – anyone with functioning vision could tell Dean wasn’t doing his best. Dean’s trying not to fall into a panic attack, but it seems like he can’t get enough air into his lungs. “Maybe,” Cas continues, “Maybe your scarf is too tight? Why don’t you loosen it?”
           ‘Scarf?�� Dean feels for the material around his neck, and loosens it the tiniest bit. It’s not a lot, but his breathing does start to even out. Probably because instead of worrying about the car – ‘van, I’m in a van’ – Dean’s focus is drawn to the scarf.
           The green scarf with ends that hang delicately at the dip of his collarbone. It pairs nicely with the snug, purple button-down he’s wearing and – ‘bubblegum pink jeans?!?’
           ‘No, c’mon… why am I…’
           It seemed like only yesterday he, Sam, and Cas had jumped out of the cartoon world and back into theirs. It was an unusual adventure – the only normalcy being the dead bodies they happened upon. But they solved the case, helped a poor boy, made some friends, and fulfilled a couple, but not all, of Dean’s childhood fantasies.
           Yet here he is. Back in the Mystery Machine – only now instead of meeting the Scooby gang, they’ve become them. And curse whatever ghost, spell, or trickster that decided he should be Daphne. When he said he wanted in Daphne’s pants, he never meant it literally.
           “Is that better, Dean?” Cas asks, drawing him away from further spiraling. He takes a good look at him, and tries not to frown. Dean may not have been Fred’s biggest fan, but at least he got to drive the damn Mystery Machine. Why give that power to Cas? He’s a total Scooby.
           He’s not even in his usual get-up, either: the tan trench coat and blue tie exchanged for a similarly colored sweater and ascot.
           There isn’t much he can do. It doesn’t look like anyone else can tell there’s something wrong with the situation. Sam has finally abandoned his book and is giving him a weird calculated stare that would be scarier if he wasn’t being cocooned by the orange turtleneck he’s wearing. At least Jack and… Baby… have moved on to sandwiches. Those two are wearing exactly what Shaggy and Scooby wore; save for Baby’s tag demarking a solitary ‘B’.
           His plan of action is clear: play along until the mystery is solved and they’re zapped back into their own world. Maybe figure out what spirit is causing it this time. If it worked once before, it can work again.
           “Yeah,” Dean sighs, pressing up against Cas again, “I think I just woke up too fast.”
           Sam snorts, turning back to his reading. He says, “Leave it to Dean to find a way to make even napping dangerous.”
           Dean bites back the ‘Bitch’ that’s balancing precariously on his tongue. It would be easy, but judging by the wholesomeness of the van, he’s afraid his PG-13 language would be too sensitive for their ears. So instead he turns his attention back to Cas.
           “So,” he starts, getting comfortable, “how long was I out for?”
           “A while,” Cas says, glancing down at him with a smile, “You conked out pretty early, muttering about ‘early starts’ and ‘beauty sleep’,” Dean blushes, “But you woke up at a good time. We’re almost there.”
           “Almost where?”
           “Like, you can’t be serious!” Jack yelps from behind, leaning up until his head presses between Dean and Cas. Dean frowns at the kid, upset at how rudely he butted in. “We’re only going to see the most fantastic, super amazing, spectacular television show in all of television history!” Jack continues, Baby nodding along behind, going “Reah, reah!”
           “Given that television hasn’t been around that long, there isn’t much to that claim,” Sam says, without even looking up, “Although having been on the air for this long… that, I will admit, is a laudable feat.”
           “Like anyone could ever cancel Dick Morrison, Ghost Detective!” Jack says, plopping back on his rear, “There’s no mystery that man can’t solve!”
           Cas, this time, leans closer to Dean, whispering, “You’d think he’d get this excited when it comes to our mysteries.” Dean bites back a giggle – because he’s a man – but there’s no harm in the chuckle that rasps its way from between his lips.
           “Like, whatever man,” Jack says, crossing his arms, “Second-hand excitement is, like, all I can handle.”
           “Still, it must get tedious to watch someone do exactly what you do, shouldn’t it?” Sam asks, abandoning his book.
           “Yeah,” Dean agrees, “Shouldn’t television be about escape and relaxation?”
           “Like, c’mon, Dean!” Jack whines, “You’re supposed to be on my side!”
           Dean blinks at him, “I am?”
           Sam snorts, “Please, we all know why Dean happens to like that show – and it’s not because of the plot.” Dean glares at him, trying to piece together what he meant. And why the comment had Cas bristling beside him.
           “Look, we can all gang up on Jack later,” Cas says, “We’re rounding the block – everyone be on your best behavior.” The grumbled assent puts a small smile on Cas’s face, which he shares with Dean. It’s a special one that shines from his eyes and works at the crinkles near there. He returns it, of course. Not because of the weird flutter in his chest, but because it would be rude not to.
           ‘Oh, whatever!’
           He’ll do what it takes to solve this case – but not that. The ghoul can put Dean in the purple boots but he can’t take the scratchy flannel out of Dean.
           He looks down, eyeing his shoes.
           ‘Who even owns purple boots?’
           For the Groovy Sixties, this studio sure looks cutting edge. Well, for its time. Dean was looking over a large camera while the rest of his gang filtered their way in. He needed to distract himself with something – on the way in, he’d already been accosted by the security guard, the janitor, two production assistants, and three extras. One who had been over seventy.
           It wasn’t easy being Daphne.
           “They are fascinating, aren’t they?”
           Case in point: the guy who’s plastered to his back, whispering into his ear.
           “Yeah, man,” Dean sighed bitterly, “But I don’t think you need to inspect it this close – oh.”
           Dean had turned to give him his piece of mind – he’d had enough: key word here being had. Because after catching a good look at the man, the fight left his body. Like his steely, grey eyes were the calamine lotion that soothed his prickly irritation.
           “My apologies,” he said, taking a scant step backwards, “I didn’t mean to startle you. I just believe that when it comes to inspecting true beauties,” he grins, raking his eyes over Dean’s body, “one must get as close as possible.”
           Dean can’t help it this time – he giggles. He couldn’t hold it in, distracted, unable to put more than two words together let alone control reactions. It slipped out. But it was the right call, because now his eyes are shining, and Dean’s skin is flushing deeper, and –
           “Like, it’s Dick Morrison!”
           Jack and Baby pounce, pushing Dean back and away into something solid – Cas, by the deep ‘oof’.
           “Please, please, call me Dominic,” he says, “I just play Dick on television.”
           “Like, Dick – I mean, Mr. Morrison – no, no Dominic,” Jack rushes out, stumbling over himself, “I’m a huge fan,” he holds up a small notepad, “Could I, like, get your autograph?”
           “Reah, reah,” Baby nods, holding up her own notepad, “Rautograph!”
           “Anything for my fans,” he takes a pad, signing without looking, eyes trained on Dean, “I take it you are the winners we were told would be joining us?”
           “Yep!” Jack carries on, “Me ‘n Baby here entered your ‘Spend a Day on Set with Dick’ contest, and we brought our friends: Cas, Sam, and Dean.”
           “Dean,” Dominic practically purrs his name, stepping forward to grab his hand, “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He presses a light kiss to Dean’s knuckles. Dean would say he enjoyed it, but there were two things making that hard. The fact that Dominic was a dude, and the serious glare Cas is shooting the man.
           “Pantomere!” a heavy-set man in a sweat-stained button-down calls, “You’re needed for the next scene. Stop making eyes and get a move on.”
           “Unfortunately, our time is cut short,” he says, frowning a beat before dazzling Dean with another smile. “Wait for me, and when I’m done, we can pick up where we left off.” He squeezes Dean’s hand before walking away, his trench coat billowing behind him. Dean didn’t even realize he was wearing one, too caught up in the scene to pay any attention.
           Cas clears his throat behind him, and Dean turns around sheepishly. He doesn’t know why – just because Cas is Fred and Dean is Daphne doesn’t mean Dean and Cas are Fred and Daphne. But the anxious worry is still there, like being caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
           “And just what,” he starts, flexing and releasing his fists, “was interrupted?”
           Dean blushes, unable to meet Cas’s interrogative eyes.
           “S’nothin’,” he mutters, “We were looking at the camera –“
           “Typical,” Sam cuts in, smirking, “We’re here not five minutes and the first thing you head towards is the camera. Classic Dean.”
           Dean glares at him, “Could you be quiet, peanut gallery?” Sam shrugs, looking quiet pleased. He can just picture the canary feathers poking out of Sam’s feline smile.
           “Can you believe it,” Jack joins in, staring at Dominic’s writing, “Dick Morrison’s autograph! This day is shaping up to be really hip!”
           “Rou raid it, Rack,” Baby said, “Really rip! Reheeheeheehee!”
           Another production assistant slides by, looking at her clipboard, “Quiet on set! We’ll be shooting in five – everyone be ready!”
           “C’mon,” Jack says, “Let’s get a good seat! I wanna be able to feel the action!”
           “Jack,” Sam starts, about to lecture Jack on small-screen acting and the power of editing, but the excited innocence startles him, and he lets his words slide away, “Sure, buddy, let’s find a spot.” They follow the assistant, Baby on their heels.
           Dean tries to follow, but a firm grip tugs at his wrist. He turns, Cas still looking at him in that strange and electrifying way. Dean tries to shake it off, not used to feeling like this. At least… as a cartoon.
           “Everything good?” Dean asks him.
           Cas opens his mouth, as if to say something. But after a beat, he closes, something in his eyes shifting course. “No,” he says, “it’s… it’s fine,” he clenches his jaw, “We should follow… go and watch Dominic.”
           Cas’s voice is blendered gravel on a good day, but when he said Dominic’s name it struck a harsh chord; like it were an avalanche rolling thunderously down a mountainside.
           “You sure?” Dean continues, “I mean… yeah, we were close but it wasn’t gonna go anywhere,” he’s blushing, ducking his head, avoiding Cas’s searching eyes.
           “Didn’t look that way,” Cas mutters, “How flustered you were getting –“
           Dean cuts him off, “I don’t get flustered, especially over guys.” It’s defensive – too much. He laid it on thick, Cas’s suspicion raising the hairs on his neck. Still, Dean needed to lay the law down. He might be Daphne, but broad shoulders and ascots don’t do it for him.
          Except Dominic’s shoulders were kind of slim and narrow. And he had a red tie, not an ascot.
           He’s looking at broad shoulders and an ascot and too-blue eyes and a cute smirk and –
           “ZOINKS!!!!!!!”
           They turn, looking at where their friends walked off. Cas darts forward, hand still on Dean’s wrist, dragging him. He doesn’t pull free until they’re at the scene, and even then he waits a few seconds.
           It’s a sight. An upturned desk, scattered papers, a shattered light. Dominic is being fawned over by several people, and Jack and Baby are shaking in Sam’s arms.
           “What happened?”
           Sam turns to them, dropping the terrified twosome and stepping over to them. “It turns out art imitates life.”
           Dean scrunches his face up in confusion, “What?”
           Sam points to a nearby wall, where large, dripping red letters are practically carved into the plywood.
           L E A V E T H E S H O W A N D N E V E R R E T U R N
           “Who could have done such a thing?” Cas asks, turning back to Sam.
           Jack and Baby, somewhat out of their stupor, still clinging tight to each other, bark out a shaky, “G-G-G-G-GHOST!”
           Dean can’t help the thought that crosses his mind:
           ‘Again?’
           Apparently, this wasn’t the first incident. There’d been other attempts made during filming – each Dominic tried to downplay as his director overplayed them.
           “Do not worry, Dean,” he was whispering to him, while the director talked the others’ ears off, “I face stuff like this all the time on the show. I do not scare easily.”
           It was easier to push him away now that the case appeared. “Neither do I,” he grinned, pulling away from the hand on his lower back and towards his friends. “So,” he says to them, “What’s the plan? Interview the crew, see if there’s any unfinished business here by some dead, disgruntled worker then a good ol’ salt and burn?” Four pairs of blank stares blink back at him. His mind catches up with his mouth, and he feels heat crawling up his cheeks.
           ‘So more like a regular episode and less like a day in my life,’ Dean thinks, ‘Looking more and more like a Trickster… if he were still alive.’
           “I mean, uh,” Dean continues, hoping what he says next is true, “That’s what they do on the show, right?”
           “Not everything you see on television is true, Dean,” Sam admonishes. Dean would be annoyed if his quick thinking didn’t pay off. “Besides,” Sam says, “This isn’t a ghost –“
           “But we saw it!” Jack says, “It had a pale, icky face… long, dark hair… bloody, sharp claws -!”
           “Rand a rhostly rail!” Baby adds, paws akimbo in a mock imitation, “Roud and rary!”
           “Whatever it is,” Cas says, “It seems to be scaring a lot of people. We need to get to the bottom of this, and fast!”
           “Then we better start looking for clues, then?” Dean asks, “Maybe around the scene?” He jerks a thumb over towards the ruined detective’s office, and the gang heads over soon enough. Well, almost all of them. Dean sees Jack and Baby sneaking off towards craft services, but pays them little mind. Not like they came in handy until towards the end of the episode – when they needed bait.
           Sam begins inspecting the letters (“It’s paint – not blood.”) while Cas looks over a few of the marks left by the ghost’s entrance. Dean decided to check around the desk. Besides the tattered scraps of paper lying about – pages of a script marked to hell – there’s nothing else really catching his eye. No slime, no shine… another sign they’re dealing with a more human monster.
           ‘Wonder if someone’s trying to buy the studio…’
           “Excuse me, just what do you think you’re doing?”
           Dean looks up, where a scrawny man is glaring at him, half his face obscured by the large beret he’s wearing.
           “Umm… cleaning?” Dean tries, but the unimpressed expression doesn’t bode well for any chance at stardom.
           “Mister DeMilo, be kind,” Dominic approaches, having changed into a fuzzy-white robe, “He’s a guest – one of the contest winners.”
           “Oh.” That’s not a good sign. Neither is the creeping intensity of his stare. “Of course, not only do I have to deal with this mess, but the danged marketing gimmick is interrupting my creative work.”
           “With all due respect, sir,” Cas starts, walking over to them, “We know a thing or two about solving mysteries – and we can help you out.”
           DeMilo points an accusing finger at him, “What you can all do is get out of my way, and stay sequestered somewhere out of my sight until this day is over, got it?”
           “Hey,” Dean barks, getting between DeMilo and Cas, “We’re trying to help. No need to act like that.”
           “And you should learn some manners, boy,” DeMilo warns, “Before speaking to someone like me. Now, Pantomere,” he turns to his actor, “Don’t think that this means you get an extended break. Once the crew gets rid of the… mess,” he casts a withering glance at them, “we are getting back on track. If you need me, I’ll be in my trailer.” He stomps away before Dean could get in a good hit.
           ‘Keep your cool, Dean,’ he thinks, fist tight, ‘Daphne doesn’t punch.’
           But she does know how to use her mouth. “Well… he’s a piece of work, ain’t he?” he asks, Cas’s snort a sign of agreement.
           “He’s a little rough around the edges,” Dominic apologizes, “But he’s really dedicated to his work. We were lucky to get such a big profile name to be a regular director –“
           “Wait,” Sam stops him, “DeMilo? You mean that was Vince DeMilo?”
           Dean shoots him a weird look, “You know who that was?”
           “Vince DeMilo is an award-winning film director,” Sam continues, “What’s he doing working in television?” He looks at Dominic, “No offense.”
           “None taken,” he shrugs, “I was surprised as well. But the studio paid a pretty penny for him – why we had to cut our episodes down,” he turns to Dean, winking, “And why my trailer is much more intimate. If you need to investigate…”
           “We’ll get there soon enough,” Cas steps in, mouth set and firm. Dean rolls his eyes.
           ‘Men.’
           Cas and Dominic seem to be in a staring match, neither wanting to be the first to look away. Dean would do something about it, if he wanted to. But there was something about the scene that punched him in the gut and took his breath. Maybe the cocky grin and brows of Dominic, or the righteous fury sparking out from behind Cas’s eyes. It was something out of a Western, which appealed more to Dean’s sensibilities than this hippie period.
           Thankfully, Sam still has his senses about him to step in. “If you two are done,” he says, “We need to get back to what we’re doing.”
           “My apologies,” he says, stepping past Cas and to Dean, “if you need me, I’ll be running lines with my co-star. Work never stops…” he presses another kiss to Dean’s knuckles, but this time he pulls his hand back instead of letting it linger in Dominic’s smooth palm. He winks, and struts away, oblivious or uncaring to Cas’s fiery stare.
           Dean turns to him, “Cas…”
           “I think I’ll go make sure Jack and Baby haven’t eaten the crew out of their meals,” he says, walking off in the other direction. Dean watches him, wanting to say something. But the thick feelings of disappointment and shame choke him, and he focuses on that. Because why should he be ashamed of not saying anything to stop Dominic. Or disappointed that Cas didn’t… defend his honor or something.
           He’s Fred, and Dean might be Daphne… but they’re not Fred and Daphne…
           ‘Right?’
           “What you’re doing isn’t right, y’know,” Sam says, knocking Dean out of his thoughts. He’s giving him a bitch face – at least they kept thatin this cartoon.
           Dean stills, his fear replacing everything else. That maybe Sam can hear what he’s thinking – judging him for the feelings that clearly aren’t his.
           Because they’re not his. They’re Daphne’s. That’s the story he’s sticking to.
           “I don’t,” he wheezes, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
           Sam rolls his eyes. “Look, I know you’re star struck –“
           “I am not star struck –“
           “Dean,” Sam stops him, “I’ve seen your poster of Dominic hanging in your room.” And now Dean feels that shame again, “And just because he’s famous doesn’t mean you have to be nice.”
           “I’m not being nice.”
           “Yes, you are!” Sam groans, “You always act like this when someone flirts with you. I’d have thought you’d grown out of it since…” ‘Since what?’ “well, y’know,” ‘No, I don’t know!’ “But in front of his face? That’s low.”
           Dean might have a sneaking suspicion of what Sam is getting at, but he doesn’t get the chance to see if he’s right. Not before Cas, Jack, and Baby are sprinting towards them – with a ghastly figure on their tails.
           “Run!”
           “Like, that was a close one!” Jack rasps out, leaning against Baby while he and the others catch their breaths. The Specter (‘So generic, did he name himself?’) had run on ahead, not bothering to check the supply closet the group hid in.
           “You said it,” Cas says, standing up straight, “Gang, this monster doesn’t want us looking into it. So you know what that means?”
           “We should, like, listen to it and get going?”
           “Reah, reah!”
           “No, Jack, Baby, we need… to split up!”
           Dean sighs; thankful they’re up to this part already. ‘Halfway out of this emotional turmoil.’
           “Alright,” Dean claps Cas on the shoulder, “Where are you and I going?” Cas gives him an odd look, uncertain what to make of Dean’s statement. Now if that doesn’t twist the knife deeper into his wounded heart?
           “Are you sure?” Cas asks, murmuring, “If you run into Dominic again… I don’t want to – to cramp your style.”
           Dean winces. It wasn’t a pretty sight, that’s for sure. During the chase, Dean had tripped – because of course. Cas tried to catch him, but got barreled over by Baby and Jack, while Dominic managed to make the save. He was leaning in close after, as if to sneak a quick ‘thank you’, before Cas grabbed Dean’s arm, ripping him from Dominic’s embrace. Dean squawked, more annoyed at Cas for nearly pulling his arm out of his socket than freeing him from the actor’s hold.
           But it mustn’t have looked that way to him.
           “There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” Dean smiles, hoping it soothes over the hurt. And he means it, too. For once, this isn’t a Daphne feeling. Cas always makes him feel better, and when he’s out of sight there’s nothing left but the mosquito-like worry for his return.
           The slight blush working its way up his cheeks because of Cas’s boyish grin – that Dean blames on Daphne.
           “Okay,” Cas says, turning back to the gang, “So Dean and I will check out more of the studio. Maybe see if there are any offices we can take a peek in. Sam – you, Jack, and Baby can turn over the trailers.”
           “Oh no,” Jack says, “Baby and I are going to go wait in the van until you three come to your senses and join us!” Baby nods, mirroring his crossed arms and fierce frown.
           Sam sighs, “Would you two do it for some Baby Bites?” He pulls the box seemingly out of nowhere – but that doesn’t matter in a cartoon. What matters is that soon enough, the three of them are on their way towards the trailers while Cas and Dean dive deeper into the studio.
           “Look,” Cas starts, “I want to… apologize, if I am acting a bit strange,” he’s not meeting Dean’s eyes, and he seems to be fiddling with his ascot, “I know that you’d never… with Dominic. I just – I’m nervous –“
           “You? Nervous?” Dean chuckles, “I thought you ‘don’t sweat’?”
           “I do, though,” Cas continues, “I sweat, I doubt, I – I get jealous,” he sighs, wringing his hands, “I know I shouldn’t be, we discussed the possibility of this happening when Jack and Baby won,” ‘We did?’ “But talking and joking about it is entirely different than seeing it with my own eyes.” And, ‘ah shit’, there’s no masking the pain in Cas’s voice.
           Sam was right, whatever Dean is doing – it’s low. And Cas, sweet, lovable, big-hearted Cas, is suffering from Dean’s blindsided actions. He needs to stop letting Daphne get into his head and be firm. Just because some guy gives you a smile, oozes on the charm and lays it on thick, doesn’t mean Dean has to give him the time of day.
           Daphne might have been nice to Dean, but Dean doesn’t have to be like that for Dominic.
           And then it hits him. He stops, eyes wide as the realization rolls over.
           “Dean?” Cas asks, stopping just outside an office door, “Is everything okay?”
           “Yeah,” Dean wheezes out, “S’fine… peachy. This the place?”
           “Looks like the producer’s office,” Cas reads the nameplate, “Let’s check it out.”
           The door’s unlocked – because of course – so there’s not much trouble in their investigation. The only problem is Dean’s mind, unfocused because it’s busy laying into him about his own actions.
           ‘Daphne was never interested in you, ya doof,’ he starts, ‘She’s just too nice to say no – it’s how she was written. Her heart belonged to Fred, there was nothing you could have done to convince her you were even an option.’ And thinking about that doesn’t put him in any great mood either. It was like finding out Santa Claus wasn’t real – he held onto that little bit of his childhood for so long. Now, he’s spiraling without it, on uneven footing – with no idea where to turn or what was next.
           “Hey, Dean, take a look at this.”
           Snapping out of his daze, Dean makes his way over to Cas. At least he knows where he stands with him. There are a few papers in his hands, and he’s furrowed his brow in thought.
           “What do you have?” Dean asks, taking some of the pages in his hands and glancing through them.
           “I’m not sure… there’s a lot there, but nothing that adds up to one suspect,” Cas says, “You’re looking at the contract for DeMilo –“
           “Wow that’s a lot of money!”
           “You’d think,” Cas says, “But from these secretary notes, DeMilo was insulted. That if he wasn’t unable to work anywhere else, he would turn them away.”
           “With a personality like that, who’d want him?”
           Cas smiles, “They don’t want him for his personality, but for his talent.” Dean chuckles, agreeing.
           “What else is there?”
           “Just more notes,” Cas says, flipping through pages, “Meetings with different people about the show… oh.”
           “What?”
           “Very hurried notes… from a meeting between the producer and… Dominic,” Cas grumbles, “It seems he…”
           “He… he what?”
           “I’m not sure,” Cas admits, “These are smudged. No idea what they could be.”
           “It’s okay,” Dean says, squeezing at Cas’s elbow, “I’m sure it was probably something like he needs a new trailer or he’s had it up to herewith the food on set.” Cas snorts, shooting an amused glance at Dean. The uptick of his mouth is just what Dean wanted to see, and something blooms in Dean’s chest. It causes him to stand a bit straighter, his heart to beat faster, and to really take in Cas’s face – ‘how can animated lips look so plush?’
           ‘Maybe this is why you’re Daphne.’
           Like a switch, Dean feels his world up-end. He lets go and takes a step back, trapping himself between Cas and the desk. His eyes are wide, and he’s moving his mouth – but no words come out.
           Cas drops the papers and moves closer, reaching out, “Dean? Are you alright?”
           “Y – yeah…” Dean rasps, moving further away, walking around the desk, “Just feel a bit… light-headed. I think I might take a seat.”
           And that’s why he should have seen it coming. You don’t just ‘sit’ when you’re in Scooby-Doo. Especially when you’re Daphne.
           Because that chair is going to fly back, and Dean will find himself in a dark room, alone, with nothing but the monster.
           ‘Should have known,’ Dean thinks, watching as Cas tries to save him, ‘Damn not-background props.’
           The wall slam shuts.
           The one thing Dean didn’t need right now was to be alone with his thoughts. But when you’re tied up, blindfolded, and gagged – all you have are your thoughts.
           ‘This is ridiculous,’ he thinks, ‘They made it look so quick in the show – how long was Daphne tied up whenever this happened?!?’
           He gave up struggling half-and-hour ago. By cartoon law – old-school cartoon law – Dean was here until his friends found him, or the monster happened to let him go. And judging by how tight the rope on his wrists is, that won’t be anytime soon.
           ‘The perks of being the damsel in distress…’
           Why couldn’t he have been live-action Daphne instead of the original? At least Sarah Michele-Gellar kicked some serious ass. She’s never the damsel – straight up.
           But no, he has to wait for his knight in shining ascot to waltz in and free him.
           Until then… all he can do is think.
           ‘I learned my lesson, didn’t I? That’s why whoever did this made me Daphne. To show what it’s like to walk a mile in her purple pumps? So get me out of here!’
           …Nothing.
           Well, until someone stumbles upon him, he might as well sort a couple of things out. Maybe if he hits the right epiphany, he won’t need the cavalry to come barging in. He can be out of this show and back to his normal life like before. …Unless the ropes and the blindfold and the gag come with, too.
           He doesn’t need live-action Cas seeing him like this anymore than animated Cas.
           And – ‘oh crap,’ – why did he have to think that? He doesn’t want to be anymore uncomfortable. But, this show must be PG through and through, because the familiar stirring and tightness doesn’t pop up.
           …Not that thoughts of Cas and those warm, good feelings were well acquainted in the first place.
           Those feelings popped up when a bartender’s shirt was a little too low-cut, when a waitress customer service became a little too friendly, whenever he flipped the station over to Scooby-Doo to catch sight of that special member of the gang.
           In fact, that show was what kindled the roaring fire of Dean’s sexuality. He’s not ashamed to admit he popped his first boner to a cartoon – who hasn’t in today’s day and age. And who could blame him? That episode had probably been one of the animators’ best works. Just thinking about how each scene with Fred –
           ‘…With Fred?’
           No, it must be Daphne – her personality is slipping through again. He’d always been jealous of Fred – the guy didn’t deserve what they gave him. He got to hold Daphne with his big, beefy arms, smile at her with his perfect grin, take charge when the goings got rough and tough and –
           ‘Holy crap,’ Dean realizes, ‘I had a crush on Fred.’
           Dean is glad he’s gagged because he would rather not hear the hysterical squawk that tried to pass his lips. Instead he’s got to deal with the whirlwind of thoughts about things like perspective and clarity.
           ‘Somebody please come quick and save me!’
           Nothing. He’s tied up, with no sight, no voice, and now he’s dealing with a gay panic. Why couldn’t he suffer the sixties bleaching everyone else’s thoughts had gotten. Instead, a single cartoon character has upended his entire near forty years of life.
           ‘Better late then never, though… right?’
           So, maybe he had a crush on Fred. He’s man enough to admit liking another man. It’s not like it meant anything – he was a cartoon character! Those things are genderless, right? It’d only mean something if he had a crush on an actual human man.
           And Dr. Sexy doesn’t count. Neither does Harrison Ford – Indiana Jones and Han Solo (‘like anyone could choose between those two’). Nor Gunner, that was hero worship. And Ryder, a kid he used to trade hand jobs with behind the bleachers, he didn’t count; those were business transactions. Benny didn’t either because he was a vampire. And if Benny doesn’t count then you better believe he’s not gonna count –
           ‘If you have this many exceptions,’ Dean thinks, ‘Maybe you’re not as straight as you think.’
           That was the nail in the coffin of Dean’s heterosexuality. He salts and burns the corpse, just to make sure it doesn’t linger. Because now that he’s admitted it, he can’t go back.
           ‘Not like I’m fully gay anyway,’ he rationalizes, ‘Still like girls. I just… expanded my tastes.’
           And no one says he ever has to act on those tastes. Dean has a good enough self-control, if he’s held himself at bay for ten years, he can handle the rest of his life.
           ‘Ten years,’ he thinks, ‘that’s specific.’
           It’s not like there’s been anything in the past decade or so that started making cracks in the foundation of his sexuality. Nothing he can think of. Not one person. If there was, he’d have to be a bad-ass, a total stud, with a jaw that can cut glass and a voice that’s been bathed in shards and really intense baby-blues…
           ‘Maybe that’s why you’re Daphne,’ he thinks, ‘Because he’s Fred.’
           And that’s when they find him.
           “Like I said, I’m fine.”
           Dean blushes at the concern, unable to meet Cas’s eyes. It was hard enough not to stare into them when they’re the only things he can see. Cas’s face was close and personal when he untied Dean’s blindfold.
           He felt both safe and in danger at the same time – his fight or flight reflexes thrown into haywire.
           Dean had been hidden away in a prop closet, and missing for a good few hours. Thankfully, Baby managed to catch his scent at some point, and the four of them found him.
           “Lucky for us you’re so Danger-prone, Dean,” Sam says, “because of you, we were able to find a few more clues.”
           “You were?”
           “Yes,” Cas smiles, squeezing his shoulder, “And we’ve got nearly all the pieces to solve this mystery.”
           Dean blinks – ‘I must have missed out on a lot,’ – “So what’s left?”
           “The monster,” Cas smiles, “It’s time for the trap!”
           The trap. Which means Dean is walking closer and closer towards the light. Too bad he still has to deal with the trap’s failure, the chase, and the twist capture. But the way Cas’s eyes light up when he details just how they’re going to capture the Specter… he doesn’t have the heart to say anything.
           He’ll just watch it go up in flames and then – and then he’ll just make it up as they go.
           And boy, does it go up in flames. Literally. Jack and Baby are lucky that they don’t get burned. But with the monster still running free, it seems they’ve got one thing left to do before they unmask this creep.
           The chase montage; cue the groovy music!
           Cas, Dean, and Sam hightail it out of there, making their rounds throughout the studio. They separate and group up in a bunch of different combinations. At one point, Sam, him, and Baby were running across a light platform with the Specter close behind them. At one point he thinks he saw Jack and Baby plop the monster down in a chair and slapstick some makeup on him.
           And the doors – second time around doesn’t make it any less confusing. He thinks he might have been chasing the Specter at one point.
           At least the music isn’t half-bad.
           ‘I wonder if anyone else can hear it?’
           It doesn’t matter, as it fades away soon enough – leaving him, Cas, and Sam cornered by the Specter.
           “You didn’t heed my warning,” it moans, “now prepare to pay the price!” He advances, claws up and getting closers. Dean huddles close to Cas, throwing his arms around his neck.
           ‘C’mon, where’s the damn miracle!’
           “Like, watch out!”
           Jack and Baby descend in the nick of time, riding the rope of a fallen sandbag. They jump towards them, letting the bag knock the Specter out in that non-threatening cartoon way.
           “We did it!” Cas cries, “We got the Specter!”
           “Now let’s get this show on the road, then,” Dean walks towards the Specter, taking the rope from the sandbag and wrapping it up in it before it could escape. He can feel the rest of the gang crowd around them, ready to announce the person behind the mask. Dean can’t wait, putting his fingers under the sweaty latex and tearing it from the neck up.
           He didn’t expect who was under the mask, but judging by the cries of his friends, they knew.
           “Dominic Pantomere!”
           “What?”
           Dominic glares up at Dean from his position, any trace of charm and glamour gone from his face.
           “Just like I thought,” Sam says, pushing his glasses up his nose, “Dominic Pantomere –“
           “Hold it,” Dean cuts him off, “Just how does this make any sense?”
           “It was obvious, really,” Sam continues, “Our biggest clue came from the trailer. While Jack and Baby distracted Dominic with questions about the show, I happened to find a letter from his manager, discussing needed reassurance that he’d be available for a new movie.”
           “Which lines up with what we found in the producer’s office,” Cas continues, “It was written in shorthand – about a fight between Dominic and the producer about his contract. Apparently, he wanted this to be the last season. But with great fan appeal and committed backing, Dick Morrison would be going on for a long time.”
           “Just beat that dead horse, why don’t they?” Dean huffs.
           “You don’t know the half of it,” Dominic speaks up, just as security made their way over, “Do you know how disappointing it is to have this be my only career? I was promised fame, fortune, and awards – not a lifetime of servitude wasting my talent acting with less worthy actors!” The guards drag him up by his elbows, putting him at eye level with Dean, “I deserve so much more than this gig. I was named one of Hollywood’s most eligible bachelors! I was made for so much more than this!”
           “Yeah, well it looks like you’re not gonna be made for much after this, bub,” he taps him on the cheek, “Have fun being an extra!”
           “I was going to be a star!” he shouts, kicking and flailing against the floor, “I would have had it all… if it weren’t for you meddling kids!”
           ‘That never gets old.’
           “Well… I think it’s safe to say that the Ghost Detective has closed his last case,” Dean jokes, turning to everyone.
           Jack looks close to tears, sighing, “Why can’t I ever have nice things.”
           “Rou ro, Rack,” Baby comforts him, “Rere’s rizza… randwiches… rice ream… raggheti…”
           “Now I’m sad and hungry!”
           “Come on you two,” Sam grabs them by their collars, “Let’s get you fed.”
           “Like, thanks Sam!”
           “Reah, ranks Ram!”
           They disappear not soon after, leaving just Dean and Cas in the large, empty studio. A weird draft works its way through the building, and Dean takes a step closer to Cas and his weird warmth.
           ‘Fred and Daphne… Fred and Daphne… Fred and Daphne…’
           “So, Cas,” Dean starts, licking his lips, “You must be very happy Dominic was under the mask… is that why you couldn’t wait to set up the trap?”
           “I wouldn’t say that,” Cas smiles, reaching out to tangle his fingers with Dean’s, “It didn’t make me feel bad, however. I knew there was something off about him.”
           “You just didn’t like the way he looked at me,” Dean giggles, pressing his forehead in close. Cas darts his eyes to Dean’s lips, and he licks his own.
           “But,” Dean continues, “I do like the way you look at me.”
           Cas flutters his eyes closed, “Oh, Dean…”
           “Cas?”
           “Dean…”
           “Dean…”
           “Dean?”
           Dean blinks back into awareness, where Cas is looking over him with his usual head tilt. He jumps up.
           “Jeepers!” he cries, “I’m back?”
           “Back?” Cas asks, “Where did you go?”
           “You mean you don’t remember?” Dean asks, “We were… we were back in Scooby Doo – but, like we were Scooby Doo. You, me, Sam… Jack – even Baby was there! But Baby wasn’t Baby, she was a dog!”
           “Dean, you… you didn’t go anywhere.”
           He shoots him a weird look. “What are you talkin’ about Cas? It was so… so vivid. I had to have been transported by some spell or ghost or… whatever.” Dean looks towards the TV – the new one he picked up from Wal-Mart, smaller then the haunted one. An episode of Scooby-Doo is playing on the screen.
           “No, trust me, you’ve been here the entire time,” Cas starts, sitting on the arm of Dean’s chair, “You dozed off a few hours ago during our marathon. Remember? You wanted us to officially christen your,” he holds up finger quotes, “ ‘Dean Cave’.”
           “I… I did?”
           Cas smiles now, letting his hand drop to Dean’s shoulder. “You were really tired. I tried to tell you I could have waited for our marathon… but you insisted. I must say you were… very convincing.” His free hand plays with Dean’s red ascot, which is tied around his own neck. Dean blushes at the sight.
           ‘Fred and Daphne… Fred and Daphne…’
           “I gotta say, you make the ascot work better than I could, hell… even better then Fred,” Dean says, voice rough and raw. Cas looks up at him through his lashes, smiling softly. “Was that what made you stay?”
           “No,” Cas admits softly, “When I asked you why you wanted to do this now, even if you looked exhausted, you simply shrugged and said ‘It don’t matter, if it’s important you make the time.’ I… I was very flattered you consider our time together important.”
           “It is,” Dean blurts out, clutching at Cas’s hand – the one on his shoulder, “Hanging out with you… there’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
           Cas is giving him his special look. One Dean only now realizes… is his look. Where the lips pull up ever so slightly on the side, Cas’s nose scrunches up, and his eyes… they’re brimming with an untold energy. Like a pool struck by lightning. He always figured his racing heart, sweaty palms, and dry mouth could be blamed by the power that rested behind those eyes. But it was never that. It was because of the sheer feeling Cas communicated freely, and how much Dean’s body responded in kind.
           “If you’re still up to it,” Dean whispers, afraid anything louder might break the spell between them, “I’m sure we can squeeze in a few more episodes before we need to get back to work.”
           “I’d like that,” Cas admits, looking to the screen, “I’ve grown fond of this show. I can see why you love it.”
           Dean’s eyes never leave Cas’s profile. “Yeah, I see why I feel that way, too, now.”
           On screen the episode plays out, and Dean can’t help the small thrill every time Fred and Daphne pop up – grinning at the way she looks at him.
           ‘Yep,’ he thinks, ‘I'm a total Daphne.’
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legosandanarmyman · 7 years ago
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What I loved about ScoobyNatural…
Ok- it was corny but I did really like pretty much the whole episode. It was funny and dark and the best of both worlds.   
The stuffed dinosaur fight?!?
The Dean Cave/ fortress of Dean-a-tude
Drag racing Baby vs the Mystery Machine-- and Baby losing.
Dean loving his nightgown- “wrapped in hugs”
Velma’s crush on Sam
The Scooby theme!!
That whole classic Scooby running montage
Scrappy do appearance!
Cas saving Shaggy and Scooby- using his trench as a parachute?!?
Cas learning to appreciate Shaggy and Scooby and his little good-bye speech to them.
The fact that at the beginning, the Scooby gang was just kinda ehh about the murders and didn’t freak out until Sam and Dean told them about the Supernatural. 
                                                      QUOTES
Dean: Be like Elsa...Let it go.
Sam: We need to be figuring a way out of here and instead you’re hanging out with marmaduke! Dean: *gasps* How DARE you
Dean: You want to pull that stick out of your...nether regions?
Dean: Look how big my mouth is!
Dean: Sometimes it’s about the journey, not the destination.
Sam: Are you wearing a nightgown? Dean: It’s called a sleep gown.  
Velma: Jinkies! Daphne: Jeepers! Shaggy: Zoinks! Scooby: Ruh Roh! Dean: Son of a Bitch!
Cas: Sam, Dean- this dog is talking.
Cas: I’m technically married to their queen now.  
Fred: Well that’s not good.
Cas: I’ve never seen a ghost wear such a ridiculous costume.
Dean:  Oh. Oh Hell no.
Daphne: We almost did- Dean had him by the thigh! Cas: You what?
Dean: F*cking right you can.
Dean: Fred, you’re not so bad. Fred: I know.
Cas: I will miss your wise words and gentle spirits.
Dean: that was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.  And that includes the Cartwright twins. Cas: what did you do with the Cartwright twins? Dean:
Pawn shop guy: Is that an ascot? Dean: (stroking it gently) Yes, yes it is.  
Bad guy: I would have gotten away with it if it weren’t for those meddling kids. Dean: He said it!
Cas: Dean, you are not a talking dog.
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msravenclawgrl · 7 years ago
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SPOILERS 13X16
THE FUCK YES
I SCREMED SO HARD, pardon me if write wrong IM SO FUCKING EMOCIONAL RIGHT NOW
SIGN ME THE FUCK UP
Scoobydoo has always been a big and important part of my life, it was the first saga i read and my favorite show and now seen it with my favorite serie is priceless
DEAN I SWEAR TO GOD
Have you ever miss them so much? I think not
What is up to sam hair, i don't fucking know but i love it
CASTIEL CASTIEL CASTIEL YOU WERE ONE OF THE MOST FUNNY THINGS HERE I LOVE YOU
I DON'T HAVE CONTROL OVER MYSELF
Castiel,shaggy and scooby? Such and iconic trio
VELMA WHAT ARE YOU DOING KEEP YOUR DIRTY HANDS OUT OF MY MEN
i used to like Vilma but right now i don't get over the fact that she kissed Sammy.
I don't like it (insert Chris Evans voice)
DAFNE AND DEAN? WOT, Castiel was right in front of you have a little of respect for your men, and besides she is totally with Fred
OMG HOW DID DEAN FUCKING SAID THAT GABRIEL MIGHT NOT BE DEAD AND LOOKED INTO THE CAMERA OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
Vilma and Shaggy were a good couple
IT WAS A FRICKING GOSTH
Every single thing about this chapter was beutiful, a peace of art.
Have you notice scrappy? HAHAHAHA
FINAL
MMMM JENSEN MARRY ME
Did i just propose to a men that is already married?
Anyway
THE LAST 2 MINUTES WERE THE BEST THING
DEAN DOING THE SCOOBY DOOBY DOO THING OMG
AND CASTIEL REACCION
AND SAM'S
DEAN IS NOT A TALKING DOG
THIS IS THE FANDOM I CHOSE TO BE, THIS RIGHT HERE.
OF COURSE NOW THIS IS IN THE LIST OF MY FAVOURITE EPISODES
I NEVER GONNA BE ABLE TO GET OVER THIS MASTER PIECE
How do you breath? I totally foget about it
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agusvedder · 7 years ago
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and SAM WAS IN THE SCREEN TOO YOU KNOW, CAS ? 
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jesterofalltrades · 7 years ago
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Cas, why couldn't you have just healed Shaggy before?
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Dean stop flirting with Fred and Daphne, you're embarrassing yourself
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gorgeousaoyasha27 · 7 years ago
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YES
13x16: Performing!Dean v Repressed!Dean
Performing!Dean:
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Repressed!Dean:
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I know who I prefer (hint, he’s sweet, kind, wuvs hugs, pop music, Disney movies and is a bit of an awkward cute flirter, not a creeper) and this episode hammered this home as who the GA should be rooting for in such a brilliant and clear way, paving the way for Dean to totally let go of the performance, I loved it.
Dean spent the whole episode facing his childhood traumas and heroes, it all came together to show us so much of who Dean is, that yes he was actually creepily insistent but Daphne didn’t give a crap because she kept running after Fred, that Dean found Fred irritatingly perfect just as Velma mirrored him with Sam (because Dean has a childhood crush on Daphne and Fred and was made to feel the crush on Fred was bad so he got all angry about it whereas the crush on Daphne was good so he went all charicaturishly over the top about it.
This is the EPITOME of:
Repressed!Dean = interactions with Fred Performing!Dean = interactions with Daphne
And what happens in the end? The audience is like wow Performing!Dean is an annoying douche with how he was with Daphne and she was right to blow him off and Repressed!Dean was pretty cool, Dean and Fred got along well in the end once Dean let go of his nonsensical hang ups about him!
Dean gets to like Fred, gives him a nickname (pfff) and accepts him, meanwhile Daphne is totally non plussed and waltzes away from him because she didn’t particularly like or was in any way impressed by this Performing!Dean, she prefers Fred, who in turn is such a huge metaphor in this episode for a lot of who Dean really is and Dean even visually LOOKS like Fred in the end with the ascot, I mean…
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This was all about Performing!Dean and who the audience should be rooting for!
Hint: IT’S NOT PERFORMING!DEAN… It’s who Dean really is beyond this.
It’s about furthering the already massively established theme of character growth, self acceptance, letting go of the sublimation and repression that he outright stated he has done his whole life and was “kinda his thing” in 12x05 for the GA to take note of as the starting jumping off point and has been continuously addressed and broken down since through:
- standing up to his mother, the catalyst for all this, and telling her he deserves more in 12x14, starting to believe that he really does deserve better and the person who deserves more is not his performance but him, who he truly is deep down
- then telling her the truth about his upbringing in 12x22 alongside using the grenade launcher to literally break down the walls holding him in, this being such a huge metaphorical start of bringing down Performing!Dean that we yelled about it all summer
- continuing into him being so much more open with Sam about his grief at the beginning of the season in contrast to season 7 let’s say re: Cas’ death and now it affected him
- then not giving two shits about letting Sam know he loves cowboys and yes totally has a really expensive hat bag for his hat etc
- that he has to be under a spell to say he loves Dory in 12x11 (pre the 12x14/22 Mary facing catalyst to starting to accept himself) but by 13x16 he openly quotes ELSA. ELSA who is so linked to LGBT representation and metaphors of queer coming out of a closet I can’t EVEN.
Dean… let it go man… let it go… That’s basically what this Dean x Daphne x Fred stuff was all about. By the end of the episode Dean had let go of his childhood hang ups about Fred. THIS WAS THE POINT.
=> This episode showed that Repressed!Dean, the Dean that he has sublimated so much in the past, is actually a pretty cool guy and in the end Dean really likes him (and the audience like him, no-one sane looks at Dean and Fred interact in this episode with Daphne and thinks that Daphne would do better with the one who keeps creeping on her, not taking no for an answer over the one who is respectful and nice to her). Fred is a really nice dude, and Performing!Dean is actually a bit of a douche and clearly not who Dean really is and that doesn’t get him what he wants, because yes Daphne is hot but she’s vacuous and totally not interested, Dean’s fine letting her go in the end and she actually ironically wants Real!Dean in the form of FRED.
Because Repressed!Dean is who the audience should like not Performing!Dean.
This is who the audience is supposed to be rooting for, for him to finally LET IT GO and be his true self because that Dean is so much BETTER than the fake him he performs as to hide it.
This is just part of all of this, getting the GA to see bit by bit who Dean really is and wanting to see more, like hey, Dean loves Disney movies that’s cool! I love that he now says this outright to Sam with no shame whereas last season he needed the nudge of the the spell to admit it (and he totally hid from Sam that he wanted to ride Larry), back in season 1 he was so embarrassed when Sam called him out for watching Oprah, like, I NEED Dean to mention something like wanting to go ride another bull or watching Oprah now and not giving two shits about Sam’s quick look of ‘what?’ and just going for it because that’s what he wants. Bonus points if Cas also likes Oprah (given he watched reality  tv in canon) so he clearly has no shits to give about Dean’s choices and in fact enjoys many of the same things as repressed!Dean so, great, and Sam just shrugs and moves on because Sam isn’t a douche he just doesn’t know because he fell for the performance for so long, he just needs to readjust his perceptions of Dean but he doesn’t really care either way as long as he’s happy!
Meanwhile don’t even get me started on the one person who can so nearly see beyond the performance, Cas, looking deeply into the ghost’s form and being the one who can so nearly see what’s really going on below, but keeps getting dragged away (like he does in the show by all the situations dragging him away all the time). URGH.
IMO that was the point of all this Dean / Daphne / Fred dynamic, not getting hung up on incorrect semantics about age or whatever. It’s this furthering of already established meta by an author who has stated that he loves SPN and didn’t need to watch anything more to write his ep because he knows it all already :
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As an author I’m 100% sure has picked up on ALL the meta points we do because well they’re BLATANT even to us let alone someone in the trade and he worked them into his story PERFECTLY.
The Dean / Daphne / Fred triangle was funny but it was also SO TELLING for all the performing!Dean meta established since the pilot but coming out as blatantly about to come to a climax and be subverted soon after such huge build up in Dabb era.
It’s GENIUS.
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saucynewf · 7 years ago
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Scoobynatural EP Preview | 13.16
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airenj25-93-blog · 7 years ago
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Regrann from @___jensen_ackles___ - Dean Winchester #Spn13x16 - #regrann
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legosandanarmyman · 7 years ago
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Gonna add this for Misha's comment because yes Misha, the guy on the right is hot. 🔥
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jensenackles: Life imitating art imitating art imitating life…#scoobynatural #MyHeadHurts @jaredpadalecki @misha
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Dean: "That was the coolest thing that's ever happened to me, and that includes the Cartwright Twins."
Cas: "What did you do with the Cartwright Twins?"
remember that time Dean fucked a whole baseball team and still never made it to 5th base?
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the Sam and Velma kiss, lesbian Sam confirmed
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