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satan-chillin · 5 years ago

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Fair Game

(Chapter 1/2)

Summary: Sam and Dean encountered a completely different version of themselves. An AU of Episode S15E13 "Destiny's Child".

Pairings: Destiel & Samwena/Samwitch

Rating: T

Also available in Ao3

The heavy and ornate mahogany doors opened at exactly 12:30 in the evening and came in a couple dressed handsomely, their cheeks streaked with redness from one too many flutes of champagne from the evening celebration they came from.

“Remind me not to wear this outfit again,” the man muttered. He wasn’t one to normally voice his complaint, thinking he would sound whiny, but it seemed that the alcohol was loosening up his tongue. “I look ridiculous in purple. Like… Like Barney.”

The woman raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you seriously comparing yourself with a purple dinosaur?” Her sigh was fond. “You should have seen yourself in the mirror, dear.”

“I mean, I did? While you were helping me with the pocket square.” He idly touched the handkerchief. “I don’t know. I thought it’ll be nice, but, er, I might have stood out too much earlier.”

“And that’s a bad thing? To stand out on your own book signing event?” the woman snorted. “Honestly, you’re the only person I know who doesn’t want the spotlight even if he earned that right.”

The man shrugged. “That's me.”

“Aye. I know you too well.” The woman walked closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I know as well that you deserve everyone’s attention the most, you humble giant.”

With their difference in height, she has to tiptoe to peck his cheek, though the man eagerly met her halfway to give her an eskimo kiss in return, making her giggle a little uncharacteristically.

It only served to make her endearing to him.

“Thank you, though, for helping me pick,” he said earnestly. He let his hands stay on her slim waist, nuzzling the top of her head affectionately. “Should I get used to this from now on?”

“Well,” she began, patting his chest teasingly. “If you haven’t realized it yet that I’m gradually improving your wardrobe, then you’re not paying attention, dear.” She smirked at his mild indignation and pulled herself from his hold. “Although, if I have to choose,” she made a show of running her eyes from his head to toe, “My favorite will always be getting you out of your clothes.”

The man went red from root to tips, much to the woman’s utter amusement.

“Come join me upstairs if you’re willing to let me do so tonight,” she said, flicking her long red hair over an exposed milky shoulder. She walked up the stairs, sashaying her hips, knowing full well that the man's eyes followed her and the sway of her lacy black dress that seemingly molded itself with her curves.

As the man stood there dreamily and thinking what a damn lucky man he was to have someone so beautiful not only on the outside but also on the inside, someone who understood all his quirks and accepted him for what he was, he couldn't help but finger the small velvet box he was keeping inside his pocket.

Tonight, he promised himself. He would ask the big question tonight.

He could have done it during tonight's event, but then again he wasn't really into big gestures. He was in his element in moments where it was quiet with just the two of them sharing a blanket of comfortable silence.

Well, springing out the question right before he was about to get sex was not the romantic scene he was aiming for either, but… anymore prolonging and he would butcher this one out.

He knew her and been together with her for three years now, and yet he found his hands shaking and sweaty in nervousness. She loved him back, of that he was sure of, but what if she didn't want the same? Would she think that they were moving too fast? He didn't want her to think that he would limit her freedom and independence once they were legally bound together.

The man was roused out from his thoughts when a black mass of fur rubbed itself against his leg. He picked up the cat and scratched it behind the ear.

"Do you think your mom will say yes, Merlin?" the man asked anxiously.

Merlin merely purred in response at the attention it was getting, closing his eyes in bliss. The man humored him for a bit if only to delay a rejection he could possibly get.

Oh, god, I'm being a coward, he thought. An indecisive coward.

Merlin perked his head up and stared at the man. The cat seemed to agree with him, he thought gloomily.

The cat jumped back to the ground, sniffing the air and looking around. The man watched Merlin's odd movements before he broke into a run to the kitchen and out in the back. Puzzled at Merlin's sudden bolting, the man followed the cat sedately to the backyard.

"Merlin?" he called when he heard a loud and almost incessant yowl from the cat. Must have scented a prey, he thought.

And upon walking out to follow, what greeted him was…

A line.

The man stared, stupefied. Line was putting it mildly. It was glowing in an orange hue, for god's sake! It was floating, he supposed, like a tear of some sort in the middle of—he didn't know, space, maybe?

"What the hell?"

Merlin continued to yowl on the ground, encircling the line. If the man didn't know better, he'd say that the cat was excited at the discovery, like it was just handed a new toy. Merlin's pupils were round, illuminated by the reflection of the orange light. He looked up in wonder and awe.

It was unnatural, indescribable by words—and the man has plenty of those—yet his hand itched to reach out, to touch and see how it would feel.

Curiosity killed the cat, they said, though in this case, its victim was the man instead.

"No, Samuel, don't!"

The last thing he heard was Rowena's warning that came a little too late.

***

Dean woke with a pounding headache.

He groaned, sitting up from the cold hard floor and…

Where in the world was he?

Dean looked around his surroundings wildly and noticed that not far from him was someone lying face down and—God, the guy wasn’t dead, was he?

He was saved from the trouble of checking for a pulse when the man twitched and shifted on his back, groaning aloud and blinking awake before shooting up in a sitting position and finally noticing Dean.

“You too, huh?” Dean said.

“What?” the man asked. “What do you mean by that? Where are we?”

“My guess is as good as yours, man. I just woke up a minute earlier.”

The man made a move to stand, straightening on his feet. He was tall, and Dean himself was tall. Dean respectfully didn’t take note of the atrocious purple suit and the hideous man-bun that got messed up.

Just when Dean was having the impression that the man was posh with the getup and all, he approached Dean and stooped down to lend him a hand. Dean thanked him, patting away the dirt from his coat.

He got a better look of the area once he was standing and woah, the number of vintage cars he could see everywhere should be enough to trigger some kind of familiarity; it didn’t. They seemed to be in some kind of a large, rich man’s garage.

“Battery’s dead,” he heard the man mutter while tapping on his phone.

Dean checked his. “Mine too.”

His watch was ticking at 7:42 PM, and the last time he checked it had been somewhere around 11:30 PM. Dean couldn’t believe he was out cold for almost a day. Whatever tranq they administer to him, it must have been enough to knock out at least a baby elephant.

“Are we kidnapped or something?” he asked aloud, mostly to himself.

The man ran his hand through his hair, his loose man-bun gone. “It’s what I think as well but the lack of bindings and the presence of a kidnapper suggest otherwise.”

“Or this is some kind of Saw shit,” Dean suggested. At the man’s puzzled expression, Dean waved his hand. “Nothing. It’s a bad joke.”

“Are you alright, at least? No injuries on you?” the man asked.

“Headache from waking up that’s ebbing away, thankfully,” Dean answered honestly. “Other than that, nothing that I know or can feel on me. You?”

“Mild headache. Nothing more,” the man said. He closed his eyes briefly. “Um, I know this is a weird situation we find ourselves in, but if we’re going to work together, might as well get to know each other’s names.” He extended out his hand. “I’m Sam.”

“Dean.” Dean shook the hand. “Dean Winchester-Novak,” he said fully before he could hold himself back. Force of habit.

Sam frowned. “Winchester?” He smiled amiably. “Are you the Winchester one? Because my name is Sam Winchester.”

“Seriously? Yeah, I’m the Winchester. What are we, some kind of distant relatives?”

“Maybe? I don’t know. Lots of Winchesters in the States alone, but, yeah, that’s some coincidence.”

“I don’t know, man. It’s interesting to find out. Sucks it’s this way, though,” Dean said regretfully. He spotted a door at the far end of the garage. “Think that one’s locked?”

Sam followed his line of sight, deep in thought. “Only one way to find out.”

Apprehensively, they approached the door. Dean kept his eye open for any traps because you’d never know; better be prepared, right? There weren't any visible cameras that he could see at a glance so there was that.

Dean twisted the knob, half-expecting an explosion or poison spikes or whatever this possibly rigged doorknob could release.

Nothing came.

Sam peered at the long hallway ahead and gave an all-clear sign. Tentatively, they exited the garage and traversed the corridor whilst frequently looking behind their backs. It was eerily quiet and a bit dark, and it felt like they were actually the one trespassing in someone else’s property. It was ridiculous.

There was another long hallway when they turned at the bend, though this time there was a light at the far end of it. Cautiously, they approached the room, a little emboldened since they haven't encountered anyone or anything so far, and noticed that it was a kitchen with a man standing there, his back turned as he prepared coffee.

When the man turned around, Dean couldn't keep down his relief. "Cas," he said with a wide grin and rushed to meet him in a tight embrace.

Cas was taken aback, a deep frown etched on his face and was about to ask when Dean had beaten him to it.

"Cas, what's going on? Where are we? I woke up in the garage of this place with Sam here. Oh, yeah, this is Sam. Sam Winchester—can you believe it?" The words rushed out of Dean. "Sam, this is Castiel Novak. Cas for short. He's my husband."

"I'm your what?"

Sam genially extended a hand in which Cas shook dumbly. "Nice to meet you, Cas."

Cas glanced confusedly between Sam and Dean, studying them carefully as if trying to figure them both, particularly the one they were wearing. "I don't understand. Is this what you call a prank?"

"What? What you mean pra—"

"Hey, Cas, you done there?" came a male voice from outside. "We're just—"

Sam and Dean turned to the source of the voice and found two men standing there.

Two men who have their faces.

What the hell.

***

“This is like The Invasion of the Body Snatchers, isn’t it?” Cas heard the other Dean say.

“What part of the alternate universe you don’t understand?” Dean retorted. “You and the Sam here with you are our alternate versions.”

“I think it’s like in the comic books,” Sam in the purple suit said. “For example, Peter Parker is the Spider-Man in his world but there’s another world where it’s his girlfriend Gwen Stacy who’s the Spider-Woman instead.” At the blank stare he got from the other three, he sheepishly added, “It’s a popular thing in our world. I used to be a fan when I was a kid—which isn’t the point, right.” He cleared his throat. “So. You said that you’re our counterparts, and you two are brothers?”

“Yeah,” Sam said. “Aren’t you?”

“We just met today, actually. I think Dean here is from another separate world that is not from where I came from.”

"Alright, stop. This is going to be confusing. I am Dean, and my brother here is Sam. Other Sam, we're calling you Sammy. Other me, you're Squirrel."

"Why am I called Squirrel?"

"I didn't make the rules."

"You just did."

"Dean," Sam interrupted with a sigh. "Sorry. Is Deanno fine by you?"

"That's much better."

"Yeah, you look like a 'Deanno'." Dean snickered.

Sam leveled his brother a stare.

"What's the deal with you two, anyway?" Deanno asked, ignoring Dean. He gestured around himself. "Like, is it your family's thing to kidnap your counterparts?"

"What? No. No one's kidnapping anyone," Sam defended. “Look, like you, we honestly don’t know how you got here either. What’s the last thing you remember before waking up?”

“I was driving home from an event,” Deanno recalled. “I might have stopped on the road. It was, uh—I thought I saw something.”

“Saw what?”

“Wait,” Sammy cut in. “That thing you saw… It didn’t happen to be a line, right? Like a tear in space or something.”

Deanno snapped his fingers. “Yes! That was it. Big orange line thingy!”

Sam and Dean shared a look.

“It was a rift,” Cas spoke for the first time. “You two encountered rifts in space, portals to another world which is… here.”

“What happened on our side then? Did it remain open?” Sammy asked Cas.

“I checked the garage. There are no rifts open there. It’s safe to assume both are closed,” Cas answered.

“That’s good.” Sammy sighed in relief. “I mean, my girlfriend’s probably worried to death after she saw me touching the rift, but at least she didn’t follow and possibly landed somewhere.”

“And my husband’s bound to be doing the same by now after I left a voicemail I was on my way home and did not arrive.” Deanno rubbed his face. “Fuck.”

“Woah, wait, husband?” Dean reacted.

Deanno gestured at Cas. “Yeah, him.”

Dean whirled incredulously at Cas. “Hey, Cas is nobody’s husband!”

“Well, not him exactly, but my husband’s name is Castiel Novak. I suppose he’s my Cas’s counterpart then.” Deanno addressed Cas. “But are you really not my Cas? ‘Cause I have to say, you got his character from that adorably confused frown and the trenchcoat.”

Cas didn’t know what to make of the wink sent his way.

“Can you not—he’s not your Cas, alright? For one thing, he’s a freaking angel.”

“So? My husband is too! He’s a saint!”

“I think Dean means to say that I am a literal angel,” Cas put in. “Which I am. I am an angel of the Lord.”

“Oh,” Deanno said. “My Cas is a theology professor. He’s very much human except in bed—”

“Dude, TMI!”

Hm. It seemed that his alternate self has quite a prowess in copulation, Cas mused. Interesting.

Sammy looked like he was embarrassed to be acquainted with the other Dean while Sam wasn’t sure whether to cringe or laugh. Cas believed it was the latter given that Sam was hiding his sniggering behind his fist.

“Okay, enough of that,” Sam said, thankfully. “I think it’s safe to assume that you two are our non-hunter versions.”

“Is that what you do? Hunting?” Sammy asked. “Like professional deer-hunters?”

“Uh, no. Dean and I are hunters of the supernatural. This place is more or less our home and headquarters.”

“You hunt supernatural creatures like vampires and werewolves?”

Sam nodded. He was thoughtful for a second. “You don’t… Have you ever encountered any supernatural in your world?”

“No,” Sammy said, eyes wide in awe. “Your job—I thought that’s only something I’ll read in books or watch in films. It sounds exciting!”

“It’s dangerous,” Sam told him. “We also lost our family and some friends in our line of work.”

“Oh.” Sammy’s face fell. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound insensitive. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you. It’s already quite some time now. Doesn’t mean it’s no longer painful though,” Sam said, smiling tightly. A somber mood fell on them. “How about you? Lawyer?”

“Ah, no. I thought about continuing to law before and realized that if I did, I would have plenty of lives on my hands in that line of career. I didn’t think I could handle that kind of responsibility,” Sammy said wryly. “I took creative writing instead, and now I’m a book writer with a few books under my belt.” He chuckled shyly.

“It’s not something I saw myself as, but I’m happy for you,” Sam said genuinely.

“What about you, Deanno, what do you do?” Dean asked.

“I own a small business,” Deannos said vaguely. “I used to be a car mechanic.”

“What kind of business?”

“The car manufacturing kind.”

“That’s far from a small business,” Dean deadpanned. “We get it, you two are our rich selves. We can handle the bragging.”

“Are you kidding me?” Deanno snorted. “Okay, so maybe we pride ourselves in being successful, but we work hard to get to it. The same way you apparently do as well, except you two put your lives on high risk every single time. Now, I don’t know how much hunters get paid for, but I think your jobs are nothing on us.”

Sam fell silent while Dean looked startled before catching himself and settling for appearing chastised instead.

“I guess you’re not so bad,” Dean muttered. He knocked on the table. “So what now?”

“You got beer?” Deanno asked.

“We do.”

Cas watched the four of them file back to the kitchen, smiling a little as he followed them sedately.

The tension was finally diffused. Now, on to the solution to get the two home.

***

Sammy almost forgot the small box in his pocket.

He pulled it out and opened it. The ring remained safely settled within. He pocketed it with a sigh. Sam and Dean and Cas were good people—like men from fiction but good people nonetheless. Sammy’s imaginative brain that thrived on fantasies for future story plots couldn’t help but drink in all the knowledge Sam shared with him about this world. It was amazing, the elements of it all, from the creatures that existed aside from the humans and to the magic and beings that governed this universe.

Okay, so God being their present enemy was concerning, but still.

He would have thought that he was dreaming, but a pinch on his arm said otherwise. It occurred to Sammy he was probably the first man to discover the truth of the theory on Multiverse. He was exactly living a comic book or a fictional storyline right now. It was a paradise for a writer like him!

And yet… And yet he just wanted to go home to Merlin and to Rowena.

“Oh, wow,” Sam suddenly said. Sammy noticed him looking at his pocket.

“It’s, um... I was actually planning to ask the big question before I arrived here,” Sammy told him. He sat comfortably in his borrowed clothes (the choices were flannels of varying colors, not that he minded) across Sam who poured two cups of coffee, one for each of them. “Thank you. I’m not really a heavy drinker. I’m a lightweight.”

“Somehow, I can see that,” Sam said with a grin. “I drink moderately unlike Dean. He’s not hearing me whenever I say we’re not getting any younger.”

Sammy chuckled. He was an only child himself, but he thought that if he had an older brother he would either be like Deanno or Dean. There would be no in-between.

“How long have you been together?” Sam asked. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Three years,” Sammy said fondly. “We’re already living together and have a cat.” He glanced down on his drink. "I miss them, but to be honest, I don't know how to pop the question when I come back."

"I don't think there's a formula on how," Sam offered sympathetically. "It's not easy, but if you already made up your mind to ask, then it should come to you naturally."

"Thank you," Sammy replied sincerely. "If my Dad is still around, I would've asked him for advice. Bobby was helpful with this kind of thing."

Sam perked up in surprise. "Your Dad is Bobby Singer?"

"Pretty much. My real Dad, John, died of a heart attack when I was six months old. Bobby was a family friend and raised me with his wife, Karen, and my mother, Mary. It sounded weird but they made it work between themselves," Sammy told him. “Bobby was the one who got me into books, mostly sci-fi, fantasy, and mythology. That might have influenced me into being a writer as well.”

“Bobby, huh? We had a Bobby Singer too, and like yours, he was our surrogate dad. He died eight years ago, and John five years before him,” Sam shared. “Mom’s case was a bit complicated. She died when I was six months old and got resurrected four years ago and died again last year.” Sam’s mouth twitched into a smile. “I told you, it’s complicated.”

“I shouldn’t be surprised by now,” Sammy murmured. “I know I’m only saying this because I don’t live here, but the writer side of me actually finds this world fascinating already based on what you told me so far. It’s like there’s an itch in me to explore this world.”

“I understand,” Sam said. “It’s not the safest place, but I love it. This is our world, and it has seen a lot of close calls in the last few years, but this is home, you know? Dean and I don’t see ourselves wanting to replace it with a better one, a more normal one. It’s funny because I used to think it hated us with everything life had thrown us so far. Then you find out that it’s not the world or life, but it’s God himself.”

Sammy nodded solemnly. “And I can’t believe I’m saying this but I don’t doubt that you’ll give God hell.” Sam's expression lightened. “I’m lucky to lead a different life because if I’m in your shoes, I don’t think I can have the same lifestyle as you do. Frankly, the brave one between my girlfriend and me is her. She’s more decisive and confident, and she’s the kind of independent woman who learns and moves on easily from her mistakes. It’s the main reason why I’m uncertain to ask her to marry me. What if she doesn’t want to be tied down? Or, say that it’s fine by her, but is it okay if it’s with me? I’m not like her or you, Sam. I honestly still think she could have done better.”

“But you’ll never know if you don’t ask her,” Sam reasoned. “You can’t let your insecurity eat you from within. It sounds to me that you two are fine in terms of communication. Maybe you can open this up to her as well.”

Sam, who was fully aware that he couldn’t hold a decent length of relationship with a woman without his life as a hunter hindering it, couldn’t believe that he was hearing himself giving advice in romance. To another version of himself even. Strange times.

“Is it Jessica?” Sam decided to ask; he was curious, sue him. “It’s ages ago since I’ve been in a committed relationship myself, but Jessica is the last woman I saw myself having a future with.”

Sammy frowned. “It’s not her, though I recall knowing a Jessica back in college.” He reached for his wallet to show a picture of Rowena. “Actually, her name is—”

The bunker’s siren suddenly blared, and the kitchen was illuminated by the warning red lights that darkened the room and lit the hallways.

“What’s going on?” Sammy asked when he stood abruptly with Sam.

“It’s the bunker’s alarm,” Sam told him, pulling out a gun from his waist. “Stay close to me. I think we got an intruder.”

***

Deanno whistled at the impala. “This is your ride? Sweet.”

“That’s my Baby.” Dean stood straighter in pride. “Been taking care of her for as long as I remember, even before Dad passed her down to me.”

“Inherited cars are often the most taken care of and loved,” Deanno said factually. “Well, I’ll be damned. I don’t think I’ve seen this kind of model back home. I should propose this.”

“What kind do you drive then?”

“A ‘78 Lincoln,” Deanno said, much to Dean’s utter distaste. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. My husband chose it.”

“That’s equivalent to Cas’s pimpmobile.”

Deanno laughed. “Pimpmobile is the endearment we have for it, alright. What can I say? It’s reliable. And at least it ain’t a Fiat.”

Dean was inclined to agree with the last one. He wouldn’t be caught with a ten-foot pole with that vehicle.

“Everything in here belongs to you, your brother, and Cas then?” Deanno gestured at the other cars.

“They’re all here when we inherited the place,” Dean told him. “We use them as spares.”

“And you call me rich.”

“You’re the one with a large business.”

“We expanded just recently,” Deanno allowed. “But we’re not there with the big players yet.”

Dean grunted. Business wasn’t a forte of his, though that was largely because he never bothered to find out. Who knows?

Deanno was fine, Dean supposed; a little uncharacteristic for Dean to consider him another self but then again their circumstances were vastly different too.

On their way back inside, Deanno told him that he was raised by Mary after John died in a car accident. Mary was a handy woman who learned the rudimentary of car mechanics after John passed and left the startup company he had invested in. It had been a rocky start for both the family and the business, but with some help from friends like Bobby and his wife, Jody, they managed to make it into a stable business.

Deanno was put in college, initially for a degree in mechanical engineering until he had thought long and hard and went for business administration with a major in marketing instead. He said that it was the best decision he made since that was also how he met Cas after a series of girlfriends and random hookups.

“Right,” Dean said flatly. “Your husband.”

“I don’t get why it’s such a big deal to you, Dean,” Deanno said seriously. “This is not homophobia, is it?”

“Of course not,” Dean replied shortly. No, it wasn’t that at all.

“Then what is it?”

He was spared the chance to answer when Jack walked in the war room, staring between the two Deans that he was seeing. Cas was close behind him, nodding at them.

“Hello,” Jack greeted them indifferently.

“I explained to Jack the situation,” Cas said. “He wanted to help but Billie specifically told him not to use his powers.”

“But we can still look for an alternative to bring you and the other Sam to your respective worlds,” Jack said. “Although it might take some time.”

“Not like we have a choice, right?” Deanno smiled wryly. “Don’t sweat yourself, kid.”

“I’ll be talking to Billie for the next step,” Jack told them, excusing himself. “Later.”

“I’ll come with Jack,” Cas said. “If you need me, simply knock on Jack’s door.”

"Sure, Cas," Deanno replied on behalf of Dean. He mock-saluted, grinning from ear to ear as he watched Jack and Cas go. "We'll be here too if you need anything," he hollered after them.

"Can you stop doing that?"

"Doing what?" Deanno asked innocently.

"That." At Deanno's straight face and the raised eyebrow, Dean elaborated, "The flirting."

Deanno snorted. "C'mon. All in good fun."

"You have a husband."

"And I'm flirting with someone who's technically him but an actual angel." Deanno paused to consider for a moment. "Wait. Is that why?" A smirk formed on his lips. "You're jealous."

"I most certainly am not," Dean said a little too quickly.

"See, that's the thing. You won't be doing that if you already bagged him," Deanno pointed out pityingly.

"Alright. That's it. No more of this topic."

"Eh. Fine by me," Deanno allowed easily. "So who's Jack?"

"It's a long story."

"You can summarize," he suggested.

Dean sighed tersely. He should get this out of the way. "He's Lucifer's son biologically. Cas is the Dad he recognizes," he said gruffly. "He's half-human and half-archangel, and he doesn't have a soul right now."

"Oh."

"Yep. That's our lives."

"Yeah. Sorry man, I won't be touching that subject too much," Deanno muttered. "I just thought the kid is yours and Cas's."

"Cas's, not mine," Dean reminded him tersely.

"No, like, Jack was from both you and him."

"What?" Dean exclaimed once he understood what Deanno was implying. "Where in the world are you getting these ideas?"

"Hey, now. You're the one who said he's an angel."

Dean wanted to bleach his mind when it began forming a certain image. "Jesus Christ. Cas is a guy! And he's wearing a male vessel!"

"How about angel magic?"

"Angel mag—" At this point, Dean believed that Deanno was sent to make his day even more difficult. "Okay. If that is even friggin’ possible, Cas and I are not together that way.”

“Why not, Dean?”

“He’s my best friend.”

“Weak argument. My Cas is also my best friend. What’s your better excuse?”

“How about: this is a different world, with me living a different life with different circumstances,” Dean said a matter-of-factly. “I am not you, Deanno. I am not some kind of business man with a college degree and a peaceful married life where the most exciting thing that happened to him is accidentally jumping in a portal to another world.”

A small empathetic smile was the last thing Dean expected to get. “And doesn’t that tell you something that despite the completely different lives we have, the one thing we have in common is Cas?”

Deanno was right, Dean was aware, and because Deanno was right and his statement was forcing Dean to reexamine things that he didn’t want to in the middle of their crisis right now, Dean was irritated and slowly but surely coming close to being mad.

Fortunately for Dean, he was, once again, saved by the bell. Literally. Or saved by the bunker’s alarm, to be exact.

Red lights fell down in the war room in an instant, alerting both of them. Amidst the siren, there were scuffling noises against metal.

“Dean, what’s that?” Deanno asked cautiously. Dean wasn’t sure if he was asking about the alarm or the sound along with it.

“Shit. Intruder.” Dean reloaded his pistol. He reached for another one and tossed it to Deanno. “Take that. We’re gonna need it.” He gestured for Deanno to stay close.

“I hope not,” he heard Deanno whisper.

“And I hope that we won’t need anything stronger than a gun.”

Dean crept nearby the stairs leading up to the entrance. From his position, he could see no sign of forced entry. He peered upstairs for any movement. Nothing.

Dean was on an even higher alert, the alarm ringing incessantly in his ears. “Let’s go get the others. Something’s wro—”

A huge black mass collided against Dean, sending him skidding across the floor and crashing him against a marble pillar.

“Dean!”

Deanno fired three shots at the… thing that tackled Dean down. It whirled at him, its attention was on him in an instant, growling and ready to pounce.

It was a fucking black panther.

“Take him down, Merlin,” commanded a voice.

Deanno stood frozen at the huge animal lunging towards him. Its weight slammed him down on the floor where his head smacked loudly he swore he saw dark spots on his vision. Deanno fought back against the unconsciousness and was met face-to-face with sharp rows of teeth glistening with saliva and predatory golden eyes that considered Deanno as the prey.

“G-Good kitty,” Deanno attempted. The panther snarled, its breath hot on his face. He decided to shut up instead.

“Where is he?” came above the same voice from before.

Under the red light, Deanno realized that it was a woman in a black dress. Purple lights danced around her hands, poised to attack.

“I won’t ask again, where is Sam Winchester?” said the woman furiously.

“Sam?” Deanno clarified. “You know Sam?”

A loud piercing sound rang within the bunker, so deafening that it broke the lightbulbs and the nearby glasses. It was enough to bring the woman on her knees before she snapped her head upwards, her ears bleeding, and sent a spike of purple lightning to someone above.

Deanno covered his head when plasters and debris fell on him. To his amazement, though, nothing hit him and the weight on his chest lessened.

“Don’t touch him,” warned a different voice, a much familiar one.

Deanno blinked. “Cas?”

“Dean.” Cas—his Cas, Deanno was a hundred percent sure—crouched down to check on him. “Are you alright?”

“I am, but we’ll talk later—look out!”

The warning seemed to be unnecessary when the purple lightning from the woman hit Cas on his back and he didn’t flinch one bit.

“What are you?” the woman hissed. The black panther retreated to her side, snarling ferociously at them.

Cas’s answer was a thin, pointed blade that appeared on his hand in a blink. A flicker of recognition flashed on the woman’s face.

“Impossible,” she growled.

“If that’s what you think,” Cas shot back evenly.

There was a large shadow that loomed above them, forming into the shape of a pair of huge wings that encompassed the vicinity.

“Stop!”

Jack, the kid from earlier, emerged from another part of the room with eyes lit brightly in gold. Cas turned to him with wariness but more so his fascination with the newcomer and the realization as to what Jack was.

There were hurried footsteps that followed, and Deanno didn’t have to look to know who arrived. With the present amount of people, it was bound to be a shitfest.

“Rowena?!”

The woman abruptly stopped, eyes darting past Cas and to the two men who came in. “Sam?” she whispered before confusedly glancing between the two Sam Winchesters. “Who is this fake?” she demanded.

The fighting had thankfully stopped, but another set of explanations was clearly needed. Again.

Deanno groaned from the ground. He wished he was as lucky as Dean to be unconscious for all of these.

#spn fanfic #spn #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #destiel #samwena #samwitch #samwena fanfic #samwitch fanfic #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #rowena #sam x rowena #cas x dean #rowena macleod #s15e13

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carryoncastiel · 5 years ago

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15x06 - “Golden Time” thoughts

Pre-thoughts: Back from work so new episode time! Apparently this is a Sam-centric episode (love me those) and I know Dean and Cas are gonna have an awkward phone call. Other than that I dont know what happens and I’m excited to find out!!!

Recap: Destiel breakup und Sam killing Rowena.Yup this is gonna be fun.

I have the episode with narration again and the narrartor immediately spoils that this is Rowena’s apartment. Though the big out of focus portrait is a dead giveaway...

Honestly I don’t even hear the narrator over the music when the witch throws Rowena’s stuff on the floor. If you’re visually impaired idk if this is even actually helpful

Well witch lady, shouldn’t have touched Rowena’s stuff. Now you’re dead ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Some blurry something walks by behind Sam in the bunker. Eileen is that you?

Dean walks in with his comfy robe and hot dog PJs. It would be cute if it wasn’t sad.

Dean ate a whole box of cereal. Well the munching away your feelings continues. ...And he’s binge watching Scooby Doo. I mean I never had a breakup but I’m sure I’d eat comfort food and watch my favorite show all day too.

CAAAS <3

The shop owner calls him Clarence. So Cas is not in the mood to use the typical Winchester fake name right now instead opting for the nickname Meg gave him. Oh Cas :(

Apparently Cas has been fishing. I’m sure there is some interesting meta meaning to this.

“I had a friend who praised fishing for it meditating qualities” Not sure if he’s talking about Dean here but I assume he is. Which makes this even more sad because “I HAD a friend”...D:

Cas isn’t even looking for a case instead the shop owner tells him about a dead boy they found. So he’s just been alone fishing to deal with his feelings which didn’t really seem to work. Oh NOO ;__;

We never see Sam jogging and it’s a shame!

Eileen!!!

The hellhound that killed Eileen dragged her to hell. I’m not OK!

Eileen doesn’t want to turn into a vengeful spirit so she asks Sam and Dean to maybe put in a good word with the angels. WELL...that might be a problem...

Dean tells her even if they tried she can’t go to heaven and Sam looks the way I’m feeling right now

Sam is pissed Dean just outright told her. Understandable. Dean is all like “Sucks but that’s how it is” Yikes

I want someone to hug Sam so bad he’s having a really rough time here. Seeing Eileen in this state and now having to go to Rowena’s place. :(

And Dean is like “Yeah you do that” and walks away. Dude.

He thinks nothing they do matters anyway so why care. This is fine...

Cas is at the sheriff’s office but the dude gets his hair cut on tuesdays so he’s not there. What can you do.

The woman sitting there thinks her son is missing too and no one will help her. Cas can’t say no to her of course.

This Sam and Eileen conversation is too sad for meeee *sobs*

(For some reason the narrator is now talking about “Dean” instead of Sam when they enter Rowena’s apartment. Real professional narration.)

Two witches sit in a van outside and spy on Sam and Eileen in the apartment. But one has purple eyes like Rowena. Did she already get the Book of the Damned?

Back with Cas and the Sheriff is back and being annoyed with the woman looking for her son. Sure maybe not many people go missing in that little town but if one kid shows up dead the night before that should mayyyyybe ring some alarm bells?

Cas is kinda getting pissed at the sheriffs don’t-care attitude. (I’d be too.)

Dude wants to talk to a supervisor so Cas got no choice but to call some Winchester phone.

Of course it’s Dean answering the call and from the looks of it Cas is really hoping its not him...

I kinda wanna reach through the screen and throttle Dean right now... Apologize to your husband dammit!

Cas wipes his eye after Dean hangs up. THIS IS FINE. AGAIN.

If you’re searching for some secret witch stash being a ghost is kinda helpful

Sam sees Rowena’s secret room and that she kept journals until the end. We see his face and the narrator deadass goes “Sam tries to smile through the pain” CAN YOU NOT

“You miss her”, Eileen also saw that pain.

Rowena worked on a spell to resurrect Mary without a body. HELP. MY ROWENA FEELS.

She never finished it but Sam is confident he can do it. And bring Eileen back! (PLEASE. Don’t get my hopes up show!)

Detective!Cas montage. He even has a pen behind his ear. I’m so proud.

Sam is getting the same treatment as the witch from the beginning. Those other witches don’t wanna share. He at least gets to sign for Eileen to find Dean before she gets poofed away by the witch.

Appararently Rowena’s apartment his hexed but it didn’t affect Sam. She left all her things to him....And here are the feels again...

The witch clearly doesn’t know who Sam is or she would’ve gone for his deal.

Cas is up at the lake where people went missing and the woman from before followed him to help with the search. From the promo pics I know this is gonna get bloody....

The witch (who looks more like a typical ghost with her black hair) who is making sure Sam gets the stuff they want didn’t really like the dead witch (her sister it seems). She made her life hell. Well thanks for telling us you’re obviously gonna turn on your mother later on to stop the resurrection.

Cas and the woman (Nelly or something?) walk through the woods. “Thanks for doing this on your vacation” Oh lady, if only you knew.

Cas tries to prepare Nelly for something horrible that might have happened to her son but surprise they just find him sitting behind some rocks. Well this is convenient.

Sam almost convinces Emily to take Rowena’s stuff and leave him the spell. But then she stabs the voodoo doll. This is gonna end bad for you Emily.

The Sheriff is the monster (a djinn) at the lake. I am SHOCKED.

The djinn shoots Cas but it just pisses him off more.

“It’s always you. You selfish little men in positions of authority. You take what you want, you take who you want. You believe your power will protect you. But it won’t protect you from me.” Ok apart from this being an amazing bamf!Cas scene this is obviously forshadowing Cas being the one who will fuck Chuck’s shit up and I’m so here for it!

Dean comes to the rescue! But the dead witch is also joining the fun. This calls for a witch vs Eileen ghost off!

Sam kills the witch mother with a hex bag and spell. “I learned from the best”. AHHHHH

Cas heals the boy’s ankle but it clearly takes a lot out of him.

Nelly “This is a miracle. Were you sent by God?”

Cas is like “You know what - it’s better if you don’t know what a massive dick God actually is”

“If I stay nothing changes. It’s time for me to get back into the game.” Damn right. My boy is back!

They actually have a nice big bathtub in the bunker? Fic writers rejoice!

OMG SHE’s ACTUALLY BACK ;______;

Narrator about Sam: “He turns around, overcome with emotion” YOU STOOOOOOP

OMGOMGOMGOMG *sobs*

THIS IS THE BEST I’M SO SAD AND HAPPY AND AHHHHHHHHH

Cut to Dean sitting all alone.... Well you’ve got some work to do before you get to hug your love again....

Dean: “So you’re some kinda witch now”. Sam: “Nah I just got lucky”. Sam please. You’re definitely a witch now. Be proud of that.

Dean just doesn’t know what’s real and what’s not and it’s driving him crazy. Ah my poor boy.

Sam is all confident now they’ll gonna beat god “Cause we are the guys who break the rules”. Well you’re one rulebreaker short...

Dean is not really there yet.

Sorry this got so long *coughs* But pheeeeew that was an episode. Saileen came back with full force and all the Sam and witch!Sam and Rowena feels right with them. And Cas is back in the game too. And Dean is still all sad. Meredith Glynn really knocked it out of the park with this one!

#spn thoughts #spn spoilers #15.06 #spn 15x06 #15x06 #my stuff #long post

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mittensmorgul · 6 years ago

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Season 10 Deleted Scenes

All of them, transcribed, for convenience purposes. Under a cut, because it’s like 2500 words. :)

(cut removed during the tumblr nippocalypse of 2018, rebloggable version with the cut: http://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/175987262890/season-10-deleted-scenes)

10.05 Fan Fiction

[Dean and Marie descend the stairs on their way to the Boiler Room] Marie: A friend at camp got me into the books, and then I got involved in fandom. I just, I love seeing all the different ways that people related to the story. We’d fight over different interpretations, same as with Theater Troupe. People just really see themselves in the characters. I’m a total Sam girl. Well, you’re a fan, you know? Who are you from the books? Dean: Uh, I guess you could call me a Dean girl. Marie: Yeah, I can see that. What I really love about the books though is family. My, uh, my parents died when I was three. I’ve been bouncing around different foster homes for years. So I’ve never really had anyone in my world that would lay down my life for me the way that my sweet Sammy would for Dean. Dean: Or, you know… (makes a vice-versa gesture with his hand) Marie: My point is, I really admire them. I just… I wish I had a sibling like that in my life. Dean: Well, I mean, it sounds like your friends in your, uh, theater group, you know with all that fighting, it sounds an awful lot like family to me. [long pause] Family don’t end with blood. Right? Marie: Yeah. I guess.

[Sam and Maeve in the library looking through books] Maeve: So you were a theater kid, huh? Sam: Uh, yeah, a bit. Maeve: How’d you get into it? Sam: I, um, my family moved around a lot… Maeve: Military kid? Sam: I guess you could say that, yeah. Didn’t have a lot of time to be kids, you know? Then I remember at one of the schools, I saw the theater kids putting on a show, and it felt like… like playing with toys, but in the real world. You know, like it seemed... fun. A, uh, chance to be someone else for a little while. Maeve: That’s what’s great about theater. Gets you into that sense of play, and then you can use that playfulness to illustrate important social messages, make a difference with the power of story. Sam: Is that why you’re so into Supernatural? Maeve: I like hot guys. And monsters. Mostly hot guys. Mostly Dean.

10.06 Ask Jeeves

[cut between close shots of several sets of eyes, then pull back to show Sam is playing cards against Heddy and Beverly. Sam takes the hand, and then Dean and Olivia walk in. Dean clears his throat to get Sam’s attention, and he leaves the game to talk to Dean] Sam: You know what, excuse me.

10.07 Girls, Girls, Girls

[Castiel looks around a forest walking path and spots Hannah standing on a bridge over a small stream. He walks over to join her] Cas: What’s going on? Hannah: I’m sorry, Castiel. I’m not going with you. I’m done.

10.10 The Hunter Games

[Castiel walks down a sidewalk at night, passing a man sitting down against a building and several other people walking, and the neon sign for the Astoria Hotel is reflected upside-down on the hood of his car. He’s on the phone, leaving a voicemail for Claire.] Castiel: It’s me again. Claire, I don’t like the way we left things. We need to talk. [he considers hanging up, looks at his phone, then raises it back to his ear] In person. [he hesitates again, and the camera angle changes to just show him against a blurred background] I don’t know what you’re doing, or who you might be with, but I do know you can’t beat the monsters out there by becoming one. [he hangs up the phone, we see a low shot of him against the neon Astoria sign, and he walks off camera]

10.11 There’s No Place Like Home

[“Good Charlie” is driving with Sam at night, in her yellow Gremlin] Charlie: The Mark of Cain? Sam: Yep. Charlie: It is always something with you boys, isn’t it? Sam: I mean, he’s… he’s… you know, he’s working through it. So, anyways, what about you? You went to war in Oz? Charlie: Led an army of flying monkeys. Oh, and I flew a dragon, totally hooked up with Ozma, and that was just the first year. Uh, time passes differently in Oz. Sam: How was it? How was your adventure? Charlie: Did you not hear the part about the army of flying monkeys? And my dragon, who I named Biscuits? [she pauses for a minute and things feel heavier] Adventure is hard. War is… hard. Decisions are hard. Sam: What do you mean? Charlie: I didn’t let my inner Hyde out for a walk just to save Oz. I did it to save Dorothy. She became like a sister to me. A sister I never had. She was captured, they were torturing her. Dark Charlie saved her, and killed anyone who hurt Dorothy. [she is overcome with emotion] I… I just… couldn’t let anything happen to her, you know? Sam: Sometimes you have to do the bad thing to do the good thing. Charlie: Doesn’t make it right, though, does it?

[Dean, sitting in the Impala before going in to the realtor’s office, and a security guard on a Segway pulls up beside him and raps on the roof to get Dean’s attention. Dean looks up at him through the window, and sees himself reflected in stereo in the guard’s mirrored sunglasses] Officer: This isn’t a park, pal. You got business inside? Dean: Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna buy a home, a house. Officer: Well, get to it. Otherwise, it’s time to move. Dean: Yeah, yeah. I got it. Thanks. [the security guard Segways away] Dean [sarcastically under his breath]: Nice wheels. [as Dean walks toward the real estate office, the guard follows behind him on his Segway. Dean slows down, knowing he’s being followed, and turns around to give the guard a glare]

10.14 The Executioner’s Song

[in Crowley’s throne room, Rowena and Crowley sit utterly bored by boring demon business. A demon is making a presentation with a slideshow presentation on a tv cart.] Demon: … contract, in perpetuity, binding terms. These are bummer words. So, deal numbers are stable, but they could be better. [the slide on screen wipes to a picture of a crossroads with the words, “Is your life at a crossroads?” superimposed] My focus group analytics suggest if our crossroads demons just avoid these negatively valenced expressions [the slide fills the screen, now a picture of an open road reading “Opportunities for Growth,” and then wiping to a tropical beach reading “Live the dream!” and then a smiling woman’s face and “Guaranteed Results.], instead adopting words from my more positively charged lexicon, we can boost our conversion rate by, at minimum, three percent. [the demon continues talking in the background as Rowena leans in to talk to Crowley] Rowena: Is it just me, or is this one as thick as mince? Crowley: Could be an act. Crossroads demons come across as desperate car salesmen. [back to the demon’s presentation monitor, which is now just a blue screen with some clouds that reads “Awesome”] Crowley: Using the word “awesome.” [he laughs and then sighs] I can imagine it. Eh, I’m all for boosting numbers, but style is still important. Rowena: Tell me about it. Witches today-- I’m sorry, wiccans-- they’re slobs. They think they can pull off the look with one trip to the shopping center for some purple lipstick and a henna tattoo. Bob’s your uncle. Fan is your aunt. Done. Presentation Demon: [standing in front of a graphic that says “Make people want you!] King? Should I just stop? Crowley: Did I ask you to stop? [simultaneously with Rowena] Did he ask you to stop? [Crowley and Rowena exchange a glance, and then we pan back to the demon’s presentation, with the graphic “Find love!] Demon: No sir. Uh, there’s no reason we can’t achieve the same results here.

[Cas walks into the barn carrying a duffel bag, and sets it down on a hay bale. Crowley is loitering around the barn] Crowley: Looking a little wan there, Cassie. How’s that grace of yours holding up. Cas [his attention pointedly focused on the contents of his bag]: It’s fine, Crowley. Crowley: Fine. Sure. The clock’s ticking again, isn’t it. So heroic. Running errands all over the U.S. , burning through that rather finite supply of grace, all in a desperate effort to save your boyfriend. Cas: What about you, Crowley. Dropping everything, bringing the First Blade. Surely it cost you something to be here. [Cas hands Crowley a can of spray paint] Maybe he’s your boyfriend. [Crowley looks up at the hay loft where Dean is holding his arm where the MoC is and restlessly waiting] Crowley: Not my type.

10.18 Book of the Damned

[Sam and Charlie are in the cabin. Charlie tosses a log on the fire and then approaches Sam and he shuts his laptop, and he’d seemingly been making notes] Charlie: What do you got? Sam: Nothing. It’s, uh, it’s a long shot. Maybe someone who might be able to help. It’s probably a dead end, but I gotta kick all the tires, all right? Charlie: Yeah, uh… I… [Dean returns to the cabin after being attacked by the Stynes at the convenience store] Charlie: What’s going on? Dean: The Stynes. They found me, and I’m pretty sure they followed.

10.23 Brother’s Keeper

[Dean’s sitting in a bar having a beer, where a scantily-clad blonde bartender brings him a shot of whiskey] Bartender [leaning over the bar showing off her assets]: Looks like you have an admirer. Dean: You sure it ain’t you? [the bartender gives him a look, touches the side of Dean’s nose, and walks away, revealing Cas sitting at the other side of the bar, bloody the way Dean had left him in the previous episode. Dean goes to toast “his admirer” with the shot of whiskey, and Cas only gives him a hard look through the blood on his face] Dean: And? Did you come to apologize? [Cas just keeps staring, so Dean shakes his head and downs the whiskey, When he looks back at Cas, Cas has vanished] Dean: Yeah, I didn’t think so. [Crowley, along with his favorite pitchfork-garnished cocktail, appears on the stool beside Dean when he goes back to drinking his beer] Crowley: So this is how you dream. Really? Stale beer, sticky bar. [he swipes his finger across the bar top] Eyagh, what is this, syphilis? About the only thing you got right was the bartender. Dean [waggling his beer bottle]: Well, they don’t call ‘em dry dreams for nothin’’. Now beat it. This is me time. Crowley: Sorry, squirrel. It’s really me. Well, me inside your dream. Which is about as close as I’m willing to get since Moose tried to cash my chips. Dean: Really? Hm. I’m sorry he missed. Crowley: Apparently, he’s been working with my mom to come up with some kind of cure for the Mark of Cain. Dean: Yeah, well, that’s, um. That’s over. Crowley: Is it? My mother working with your brother to kill me to save you. It’s all become one great big telenovela, hasn’t it? [they both sip their drinks and Crowley hums appreciatively] Crowley: Still, Can’t help wondering how much sturm and drang could’ve been avoided if only… Dean: If only what? Crowley: It is ironic, isn’t it? After rejecting my more than generous offer to be my right hand man, here you are, in a bar, in the throes of the Mark, with me. Again. I hate to say it, Dean, but at the risk of taking this dream in a totally different direction, we complete each other. Dean: Aw, Crowley. I’m nothing like you. I never will be. [Dean sips from his El Sol beer] Crowley: Actually, you’re much worse. Insane man doesn’t know he’s insane. [Dean smashes his beer bottle against the bar and brandishes it at Crowley] Dean [quiet and ice cold]: I’m nothing like you. Crowley: Hey, it’s your dream. Good luck when you [he snaps his fingers and the clip ends]

[pan over the mountain of books in the bunker library that the Stynes stacked up to be burned, to find Sam on hands and knees with a bucket and mop, sponging up the Stynes’ blood from the floor. He notices something in the pile, and stops cleaning to investigate. It’s Dean’s picture of Mary holding baby Sam and toddler Dean in front of their old house. He also finds the picture of Mary hugging little Dean.]

[In the warehouse where Rowena is working and Cas is keeping watch, pacing behind her] Rowena: You’re delusional, tweetie-pie. You really expected Crowley to help yeh. Cas: Well, he said he would. Rowena: Huh. He said he would. That’s practically a blood oath right there. My mistake for assuming otherwise. Cas: Why would you want to assassinate your son in the first place? Under any circumstances? Rowena: Are you joking? Cas: No. That would be uncharacteristic of me. Although I have been told that I’m… I’m getting funnier. Rowena: Well, my son, aside from being a nocht blowhard, suffers from the same malady as you, I’m afraid. Winchester Derangement Syndrome. Cas: Oh, is that so. Well, I feel fine. Rowena: Please. An angel of the Lord, the king of Hell. More power than I could possibly dream of, utterly wasted, shattered at the altar of a Winchester. I may be the one in chains, but the two of you are just as much a prisoner as I am. It saddens me. No. It totally sickens me to see so much power go unspent, so much glory unclaimed. Cas: Glory? Oh, I’ve seen glory. And I’ve seen defeat. But I have seen the glory. I have won epic battles, and I have reaped vast rewards. And none of it has meant as much to me as the relationships that I’ve formed on Earth. Sam and Dean? They are like a family to me. Claire Novak? When she smiled at me? Nothing, no angelic crusade or victor’s bounty, none of that could ever hold a candle to that sweet, crooked smile. Rowena: You can’t honestly think you’re happier now, broken winged suckup. Cas: All I know is that for the first time in a long time, I feel at peace with who I am. Whatever that may be. Rowena: A bitch. Cas: Oh, I can assure you. If there’s one thing I am not, it is a female dog.

#spn s10 #spn deleted scenes #spn 10.05 #spn 10.06 #spn 10.07 #spn 10.10 #spn 10.11 #spn 10.14 #spn 10.18 #spn 10.23 #superwiki #i should've tagged that sooner >.>

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nerdylittleshit · 7 years ago

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Thoughts about Spn 13x12

SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS!

Great Episode. Many things to love. And also very meta-ish? Like, there were several moments where I looked at my screen and just thought “I see what you did there”. Definitely lot of things worth a second look, discussion and speculation. So, without further rambling, let’s get to it.

There is no I in Team

Especially if there is no team to begin with. I bet these are the moments where Cas admitted to himself that Crowley wasn’t that bad after all. I love that Cas didn’t even consider for a single moment to work together with Lucifer, that he only used him to break out (and only after he learned that Mary was in danger) and stabbed him at the first opportunity he got. Also, apparently Cas’s new superpower is to sit and wait and annoy everyone around him long enough until he gets where he wants to (I mean this worked for me as a teenager as well).

What this episode proved is that Lucifer without his power is a useless character. His one defining characteristic is that he is one of the most powerful and therefore dangerous beings, who just looks down on everyone. Take his power away there is not much left besides a man who hates everyone, and that is just pathetic. And to contrast this, we have Cas, who is a fully flashed character, who is above all things kind, and loyal and devoted. What is so special about Cas is not his powers or the fact that he is an angel, but who he is, as a person. Lucifer is not a person. And to further contrast this Cas tells him about Jack, about the things he likes, about the good in him. He never mentions Jack’s powers, the only thing he has in common with his father. Only time will tell how Jack will react to his father however. Still, all Lucifer talked about was the absence of his powers and the only time Cas talked for a longer time it was about Jack, the person, not the Nephilim.

I have seen a few complains about the Casmodeus-plot or rather people feeling like it had no use, now that Cas is free and will be reunited with the brothers. I have to admit I wasn’t invested in the Casmodeus-plot and had no real desire to see him further interacting with Sam and Dean. We already had this storyline with Casifer. If anything it is about time they set up a safe-word to make sure Cas is really Cas in the future. I think the purpose of Casmodeus was to explain Cas’s absence and at the same time to find a reason why Sam and Dean are not worried about him. It is possible though Yockey simply thought it was a stupid idea to begin with. I mean Lucifer says that shapeshifting wasn’t one of the powers he gave to Asmodeus, which might be Yockey’s way of saying it was entirely Bucklemming’s idea. And really, they could have explained Cas’s absence with him actually looking for Jack. The random demon says they have plans for Cas however, so there might be a reason why he had to be Asmodeus’s prisoner. I also thought that it was odd that Sam and Dean hadn’t filled in Cas at this point. Why wouldn’t they tell Cas that Jack is missing, especially when Cas(modeus) called every day and asked about him?

There were also a few shout-outs to the audience: Cas being called a pretty boy, Lucifer bringing up the nurture vs nature debate and Cas saying that Jack looks nothing like Lucifer (because he looks like Cas).

The queen is dead, long live the queen

Y’ALL, ROWENA IS BACK! I know I said that before, but ever since her storyline is no longer tied to Crowley’s she has become such an interesting, layered, complex character. She has been around for such a long time and every time we see her we learn a bit more about her, but there is still so much left to explore.

Speaking of Crowley though, Rowena of course greets the Winchesters the same way her son did (“Hello boys”), which might mean she is gonna replace his role in the narrative. And to be honest she is the only character that I would allow to do that. Also, we finally see someone mourn Crowley. For all the hate between Rowena and her son, I always doubted they actually wanted to see each other dead, even though they tried to kill each other. Crowley was the only link left to Rowena’s past, to the woman she was before she became a witch, to her humanity. She doesn’t care that he died as a hero, because it means he is still dead, still not with her, because the only way she can love is in a selfish way. (I wonder if she tries to bring him back from the dead?)

The biggest emotional depth about this episode was that it acknowledged Rowena’s abuse at the hands off Lucifer and with that Sam’s shared trauma as well. Which was such a huge thing, and honestly the conversation between Sam and Rowena in the car was the best part of the episode for me. 11x10 was the turning point in Rowena’s story, because it was back then when she revealed to Crowley why she hated him, because her son was a constant reminder of his father using her and that love was nothing more than a weakness. And then moments later Lucifer killed her and I remember how angry I was after the episode because just as Rowena’s was revealed as a victim of abuse she died of the hands of yet another abuser. And not only once, but twice, admitting that Lucifer showed her his true face. Rowena is scared and she is scared all the time, which is paralyzing for someone as powerful and powerhungry as her. She believes the only way to end this fear is to kill Lucifer, once and for all.

Sam of course can relate. He has seen Lucifer’s real face as well, which creates a certain kind of intimacy between these two. And just as Rowena Sam can’t outrun his abuser. After his time in hell Lucifer first returned as Hallucifer in season 7 and later from the cage wearing one of his best friends and invading his home in season 11 (and next week he will learn that Lucifer is back once again). And yet Sam knows that nothing they will do to Lucifer will make the fear and the feeling of being helpless ever disappear. And despite Sam caring around this trauma for eight years, I don’t remember it has ever been addressed so directly. In the end Sam gives Rowena the page to unlock her power nevertheless, hoping she (and maybe he as well) will find some peace with it (also glad they didn’t keep that a secret for too long).

So what does that mean for the future? For one thing I am sure Lucifer has to die. Either through Rowena or Rowena and Sam together or Lucifer sacrifices himself as part of a redemption arc. Honestly though, after this episode and the painful reminder who Lucifer truly is I doubt he will get a redemption arc (another “no, thank you” from Yockey to Bucklemming?). Also, we learned that all this time Rowena wasn’t even operating on full power. With Rowena having all her magic back she could become the real big bad in the end. Though I would rather have it if after she kills Lucifer she realizes that all that power doesn’t bring her happiness and lets her magic go and becomes human again. Also, that whole scene where she gets her powers back? Kudos to both Ruth and Amanda Tapping. That was such a huge powerful feminist scene. And were her eyes blue in the end or purple? Her magic has always been purple, so that would make sense, and so far we have only seen blue eyes with angels. Hmmm.

Sibling mirrors

Say what you want about Jamie and Jennie but I really liked their clothes/style. Anyway, they were meant as one big dark mirror for the Winchesters, trying to bring back their dead mother, and willing to kill everyone around them for it (at least flower guy died smiling). This is the same as Sam releasing the Darkness in order to save Dean from the MoC or Dean threating Kaia in order to save Mary. None of these things have been portrayed as positive however and in the end the sisters kill each other, which is enough of a statement for the brother’s codepency.

So, let’s talk about the love spell a bit, because Yockey did manage to sneak in a lot of Destiel stuff. First they mention that a true love’s kiss can wake you up, and obviously fandom has been giddy about the idea of Cas saving Dean from the spell through a kiss. Then we have Dean coming back, telling Sam it is time to call Cas, and the very next thing he says is that he is in love. Ahem. Dean wants Jaime to move in, because this is big time, and well who already has a room in the bunker? Cas of course. Dean calls Jaime his soulmate and talks about cosmic fate, both terms that have been used in a million fan fiction. Dean acting under a love spell is basically how most people imagine Dean to act once Destiel finally becomes canon. And isn’t it great that the only time we see Dean kissing a women this season is through a love spell, resulting in literary false love? Like the only way Dean is even remotely interested in anyway is through a spell. Because he is of course already in love. Also bless Rowena for asking about the fifth base (I had to look this up though, poor sheltered girl that I am).

So let’s talk a moment about Sam. I love that they continue to address his depression, that they have finally fully acknowledged his trauma caused by Lucifer and him opening up to Dean. For as much as the first half the season focussed on Dean’s grief I hope we get the same attention for Sam now. Despite being around for 12,5 years Sam at times still feels like a blank page and in some ways to fault is with the writers who seem to focus more on Dean than Sam. So, I’m all in for more of Sam’s struggle. Here he admits that his way of coping was to come up with a plan: helping Jack and through that being able to save Mary. Now both Jack and Mary are gone, there is no plan B and the MoL library is as useless as usual (seriously the only helpful book in there is the Grimoire and seeing that AU!Kevin used a spell to open the rift I wonder of Rowena could help them saving Mary and Jack). Without his plan Sam has nothing left to distract him, to shield him from the pain he is going through. Sam looked at a horrible situation and tried to make the best out of it, looking at the options he still had. Dean mourned different; he was in no state to even begin to hope or to form a plan. Dean drowned in his pain until Cas come back, until he had his win, and only after he was able to function again. Sam however had ignored said pain until Jack was gone as well, and now it is crushing him. Obviously I want Sam to get better as well, but for now I love that the show explores his emotional journey and I hope we see a bit more of it in the upcoming episodes.

Until next week, when my review will look like this: DANNEEL! DANNEEL! DANNEEL!!!!!

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