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or-worse-expelled7 · 7 years ago

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The End (Part 2)

Summary: Y/N gets transported into the future after a fight with Dean. There she meets some familiar faces.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Endverse!Dean x Reader, The Trickster, End!verseCas

Word count/fic total: ~10K

Prompt: #8 “Believe me, I wish it was different.”

Warnings: hella angst, fighting, fluff, end of the world, swearing

A/N: This was written for @demondeanismybaby‘s 500 Follower Celebration Which on are you? Challenge. I am sorry for the long delay but the fic is finally being posted. There are many parts still to come! This is my first fic ever, so be kind and constructive criticism welcome.

Part 1

Y/N walked until she couldn’t walk anymore. She came to rest at a gas station a ways down the road. Somewhere along the way, she had changed into some warmer clothes and had put on her boots.

Dean hated her. He had never loved her. Everything was a lie. All the family that she had grown to know gone, ripped away.

The gas station wasn’t open. All of the lights were off and the place was quiet. Banging her hand on the door, she hung her head against the cool glass, hoping that it would wake her up from this nightmare. But that didn’t happen. Turning around, she slid down the door and just sat.

She needed to come up with a plan.

Call Sammy. That would work. Y/N searched her pockets and emptied the entire contents of her bag, but no phone. “Goddamnit!” she cried into the night.

Just then, she heard the flutter of wings. “Cas, thank God.”

“Nope, not quite, sugar.”

Y/N’s heart stopped. She knew that voice. It belonged to a sugar-coated god with a love for playing tricks. Her eyes flew to him. He was sucking on a lollipop, with a wicked smirk on his face.

“Trickster, what the hell are you doing here?”

Pulling the pop from his mouth, he bent down squat next her. “I figured you’d be happier to see me, sweetcheeks. What’s got you so down and in the dumps?”

“Like you don’t already know,” she scoffed.

“Deano giving you a hard time? He’s a stubborn bastard, but I’m sure he’ll come around.”

“Trickster, wake me up from this dream! I don’t know why you are doing this to me, but it’s not funny. I’m done. He said he never loved me and that I was worthless, a mistake. Just make the pain stop.” Hanging her head in her hands and wiping the tears from her eyes, she whispered, “Please just make it stop.”

The Trickster stared at her with sadness in his eyes. “Sugar, I didn’t do this,” he said rubbing her back gently.

Y/N paused to look at him. “So it was all real?”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Then why the hell are you here? To torment me some more?” she pushed his hand away.

“No,” he said, standing up. “There’s something I think you need to see. Take my hand and I’ll show you.”

“What? Why should I even trust you?” she stated, looking warily at his hand.

“Have I ever hurt you, Y/N?”

“You killed Dean for more than 100 Tuesday’s in a row...” she said giving him her best Sam-inspired bitch face.

He chuckled, smiling fondly at the memory. “Oh yeah! Good times. Good times. But, that wasn’t for you. That was for Sammy.”

She looked at him and rolled her eyes, not believing a word coming out of his mouth.

“Y/N, look, Zachariah has taken Dean and is showing him his future if he continues down this path. I think you should see it too.”

“Hold on. Zach has Dean? I have to go get him.” She got up from her position on the ground and began to gather her things. She shoved them into her bag quickly and began to walk back down the road to the motel.

“Whoa whoa whoa, sugar. Where do you think you’re going?”

She threw him an incredulous look. “To find Dean. Obviously.”

The trickster followed her. “Well, wait up, sweetcheeks. I’m going to take you to him.”

She stopped in her tracks. “Why?”

“Wel—”

“Wait.” She cut him off. “How do you even know any of this?”

“I have my ways,” he smirked wiggling his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes and continued to walk away from him.

“No. Alright, alright, Y/N. I’m doing this because I am trying to save you and Dean and Sam. The path you are all on right now is going to be hard and the world will come to an end. But, we have a chance. Right now.” He sighed and again reached out his hand. “Please just come with me and you’ll understand. What have you got to lose?”

Y/N paused and debated. Should she go with the trickster? Probably not. But he was right. She really didn’t have anything else to lose. And where the hell else was she supposed to go?

Screw it.

“Fine. But can you promise nothing bad will happen?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he said crossing his heart with his lollipop.

Then the Trickster wiggled the fingers on his outstretched hand, his eyes asking her to take it. Y/N’s eyes flitted back and forth between his hand and his eyes. Exasperated, she sighed and took his hand.

“Off to the future we go!”

“Trickster, where the fuck are we?” Y/N was looking around, as she was walking behind the trickster. Through the mist and darkness, she could barely make out the trees around them.

“And where is all my stuff?” Her bag was now gone.

“We’re in the future. Come on, sweetcheeks. Keep up. I thought you were smarter than that.”

“Oh, right. My bad. The future consists only of forest! How silly of me? I must have forgotten.” She had stopped walking and placed her hands on her hips, staring daggers into the back of his head.

The Trickster chuckled. “Always the comedian, Y/N.” He glanced back at her and saw the look on her face and wiped the grin right off his face. “Uh,” he said rubbing the back of his neck. “We are just outside a place called Camp Chitaqua. We just have to walk a few more paces in that direction and we will be there.”

“Good,” she stated and pushed past him.

They walked in silence for a few more minutes. “Just keep on walking, sugar.”

“Trickster! You better not be checking out my ass back there...” her voice trailed off as she turned around to look at him. But he was nowhere to be seen. All she saw was the dark, silent forest.

“Trickster? What the fuck? Where are you?” Y/N howled into the night.

“Love, trust me. Just keep going.You’re almost there.” His voice was now more distant, like he was still watching from above somewhere.

“Goddamnit, trickster. When I find you, I am going to kick your sugar-coated ass!” She was yelling through the forest, stomping in the direction they were walking before. The only noise was her as she huffed her way there, blocking out the world around her.

Y/N wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep warm. “Damn Trickster took all my stuff and left me all alone,” she muttered to herself as she kicked the ground in front of her. “Now I’m cold, with no idea where the fuck I am, and stuck in this god-forsaken forest.”

But the trickster was right. Just a little bit farther was a bright light. Y/N pushed through the leaves and branches towards the it.

When she emerged from the tree line, she was met with a tall fence. Along the top of the fence was curled barbed wire and a single light shining towards the ground. “Why would there be a fence like this in the middle of the woods?” She wondered.

Her instincts told her to continue to walking along the fence line near the light. Something about the darkness of that forest sent shivers down her spine. So yeah, she thought, staying along the fence line would be a good idea. Eventually it had to lead to an entrance or a sign or anything that could give her some sort of answer to where she was.

More walking and a few more minutes of silence Y/N could see a watchtower in the distance. Along the side of it read Camp Chitaqua. “Thank God,” she muttered.

Then she heard the snapping of a branch from behind her. Her hand flew to her belt where she kept her knife, but there was just empty space. “Well shit.” She began walking a bit faster, hearing the footfalls of whatever was behind her.

Stealing a glance over her shoulder, Y/N saw a person.

This person was just at the edge of the treeline, walking in the same direction. He wore tattered and dirty clothes. Perhaps he was on patrol protecting the fence. Calling out to him, Y/N asked, “Do you live here? Do you know what this place is?”

He stopped moving. He did not speak. Slowly, he trained his eyes on her and tilted his head to the side. His eyes narrowed. Blood began to drip out of the corner of his open mouth.

“Shit,” she gasped.

He began to move towards her, so she ran.

“Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad idea. Why did I have to open my big mouth?” She ran towards the only resemblance of safety she knew. The watchtower.

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw he was keeping speed with her. This only spurred her on faster. “Are you kidding me? A fast freakin’ zombie? Why did I put on boots and not sneakers earlier?”

She didn’t dare look back again. The heavy breathing and labored grunts of the thing behind her, let her know he was still there. As she ran, she checked herself for weapons. No hip knife. No gun tucked into the waistband of her jeans. No thigh holster. No knife at her ankle. Nothing. She had nothing.

As the watchtower approached, she began to call out for help. “Please! A little help out here!”

No response from inside the fence.

“Help me please,” she called out. Y/N could feel her body growing tired. Her legs were feeling heavy as she approached the gate next to the watchtower.

There was still no movement nor sign that anyone could hear her.

Y/N had reached the gate. No one was there. “Goddamnit Trickster! You promised,” she cried to herself. Stopped in front of the gate, she began to bang against it with her fists.

Whack. “Please let me in.” Whack. “I swear I’m not like that thing.” Whack. “Just please help me.” Whack.

Hearing the man approach her from behind, she turned and prepared for his attack. Once he was close enough she swung her fist. It came into contact with the side of his face, causing him to stumble back.

While he was distracted, Y/N looked on the ground for anything that she could fight with. Behind the man, she spotted a small fallen tree branch. “Great,” she grumbled. “Everything just is not going my way today.”

The man came at her again. She dodged his blow and lunged towards the branch. Grabbing it, she turned around to face him again ready for his attack and prepared to swing.

Bang.

The man fell to the ground in front of her.

“Thank god,” she sighed, clutching a hand to her chest and closing her eyes.

The click of a gun being cocked alerted her to the presence of another person. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just shoot you here and now.”

Y/N knew that gruff voice. Her eyes flew open to meet the barrel of a gun. They traveled up to meet the narrowed green eyes of the man who had just told her that she was a mistake.

“Hi, D.” Her voice came out small and quiet as she looked at him.

But as she looked at him, something was different. He seemed older somehow, his face hard, and his eyes stony.

“Who the hell are you?” he demanded. Looking into his eyes, she noticed the hurt behind his stony gaze.

“Dean, please, it’s me. It’s Y/N. I swear.”

He shoved the gun further into her face. “No, you’re not. It’s not possible.”

“I promise. Do the tests. I know you carry them with you. I’m no shifter or demon. I’m human. I swear,” she pleaded, holding her hands up in surrender.

“You shouldn’t be here. You can’t be here.”

Extending an arm out she whispered, “Please. Just do it.”

His eyes searched her face. He sighed. Grabbing her forearm, he did the tests. No reaction.

“See I told you I would pass,” she smirked.

Still holding her arm, he pulled her with him, “Come with me.”

It was now that she began to notice the other people standing around them. All of them were looking at the both of you, with questions in their eyes.

“Clean up and lock it down,” Dean demanded, making his way inside the gate.

“But sir—,” one man began.

“I said, lock it down. I will handle this. No more interruptions tonight. Go back to your posts.”

“Yes, sir,” they all stated together.

Dean kept his grip on Y/N and dragged her with him. “Dean, where are we going? What is this place? What the hell was that thing?”

No response. She looked at his face in the moonlight as they moved through the camp. His expression was still hard, but there was worry now etched into his features.

“Let me go. I am not going anywhere with you,” she exclaimed. She jerked her arm from his grasp. “What the fuck is happening? Tell me what is going on.”

He opened his mouth to say something but closed is when he looked into her eyes. As he stared into her eyes, his face changed. A sadness took over him. He rushed towards her and wrapped her in his arms. Breathing her in he whispered, “I missed you, sweetheart.”

Y/N yelped in surprise. “Uh, Dean, what the fuck?”

He pulled back to look at her. She pushed him off.

“Just a few hours ago you were telling me I was a mistake! Now, you miss me. Get the fuck out of here.”

“Y/N/N, I can explain—”

“And another thing, you let Zach whisk you—”

Dean clamped his hand over her mouth. “Come on we are going to my cabin. I promise we will figure this out.”

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mysticdragon3md3 · 5 years ago

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md3 watches Given ep1

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Maybe it's because I’m having a bad day, or maybe my distaste for most abrasive Romance genre tropes is showing. But I did not have good reactions. If I didn’t get spoiled on how good this series will eventually get, I probably wouldn’t continue. Gawd I’m impatient for this to get good.

Mafuyu is sweet though. ^___^

8:26 PM 9/27/2019

I'm going to watch Given. After today, I'm too tired and defeated to do anything more ambitious than react to anime. ;_;

And this morning I watched some clips that suggested Mafuyu's tragic past? I"m really hoping his childhood friend/boyfriend didn't dump him. They both seemed so nice and in love. Then again, if his boyfriend died that would also be very sad. But at least it's not indirectly saying that Mafuyu was worth dumping. He seems like such a sweet, fragile kid.

given Episode 1 – Boys in the Band

"I'm not lonely." I know it's a cliche now for an anime character to try to convince themselves of this with internal monologue, but it's still effectively sad and still pulls the heart-strings. ;~;

Uenoyama is too sleepy to eat lunch and his friend asks him to play basketball instead of get bread? omg

Everyone is sure staring at Uenoyama as he walks by though. I wonder why.

Jeeze! I don't know why Uenoyama has to be so upset! What was Mafuyu doing that was even creepy anyway? Not talking? Sure, its more common for an anime character to leave when they've discovered they're in someone else's usual nap/hideout spot, but Mafuyu was nice about making room for Uenoyama. And now he's throwing a tantrum about getting Mafuyu's hopes up and his naptime interrupted? Careful or you're going to start hitting my real pet peeves and I'll drop this series.

He just asked a stranger to teach him now to play guitar...Okay? Well, that escalated quickly. ^^;

Thank you, opening theme. I feel like I need some music to really set the tone---no, just get into this story/world. I'm the kind of person who hates that Netflix skips opening/ending themes.

jfc I know I've had a moderately bad day, but this series is just starting and it hit ANOTHER one of my pet peeves?! Siblings who are nasty to each other?! Ug. If it weren't for all the fandom hype over this show and the nice clips I've seen of it beforehand, I would give up on it right now. Or maybe I need to stop pausing every few seconds to write and dwell on the bad stuff, and just watch the show. Ok, I'll try that. I want to record all my initial thoughts for this series if I end up getting deep into the fandom, but rumination isn't good, after all. Maybe all the annoying parts will go faster if I don't pause to react to all of them.

"Now that I think about it, I guess I almost cired when I first broke a string, too, becuase I thought I'd broken my guitar" Aw, Uenoyama is showing empathy. (Finally.)

See? Mafuyu is reasonable. He paid Uenoyama back for the strings and everything.

I think watching clips and hearing the fandom chatter before actually watching this series was a mistake. I've been immune to spoilers for most of my life, but they've been starting to actually hurt my viewing in these past few years. But it's not like when the shock of character deaths were dulled by knowing beforehand, with Madoka Magica. This time, it's more like I'm _impatient_ to get to the good parts I saw before.

So Mafuyu is stalking him now? Now that I think about it, all those BL manga I used to read were quirky like this, huh? ...Really???

I should have mentioned this before, but this background music is a little odd. It's like it doesn't quite match the tone of this very solid, real-feeling animation.

But if he's a total newbie, he won't be able to tell the difference between a "godly performance" and a mediocre one!

"Something cool". LOL ^-^

OMG are they totally just riffing? That's pretty cool. ^___^

"Uecchi"? Is this in Kansai? LOL

This guilt Uenoyama keeps dwelling on is really helping make him a sympathizable character.

"Uesama"? LOL

I'm glad Mafuyu tired the school's music club and that his reason for returning to Uenoyama's band was that he was much cooler. I'll buy that reasoning.

What is this exploision effect? I know the animation in this series so far looks great, like they threw lots of money at it, but wow... Was it supposed to look cheesey on purpose?

Well, this ending theme is soothing and nice.

But I'm not caught by this series. So far, the primary couple has proven so be one half too angry, kinda mean, and plain grumpy to me. And the other half is so sweet and fragile seeming, that I just feel sorry when he gets yelled at. I feel like Mafuyu is just Uenoyama's punching bag, even if his actions are driving Uenoyama crazy. Why does he have to over-react?

After a month or so of being tempted to watch this series, I finally gave in today because I couldn't wait to get to answering the questions of those tragic backstories I saw some clips and spoilers of. And maybe I'll stick around to get my answers. But I can't say I like this series in and of itself so far. Mafuyu is sweet and intriguing, but I don't feel attached to Uenoyama so far. I kind of want to watch something else, or just browse through the AkiRyu fandom instead. ...In fact, I will do that. No need to jump into ep2.

But when I come back to this series, I should react to it like a movie. Just watch it without stopping, then write whatever still stuck out to me enough to have inherently gotten a reaction out of me, at the end. I shouldn't just stop every few minutes to write.

Maybe the thing that bugs me with Given ep1 is that I prefer couples who actually like each other enough to instantly click. At least get along together. I abandoned my favorite shoujo manga circle because they kept insisting on this "falling in love with the person who annoys the heroine (the most)" cliche. I generally tell people that I don't like Romance genre movies because so many of them revolve around couples who confuse friction and adrenaline for "passion" and attachment. But that never sat well with me. I never liked the "argue/hate someone so much, you don't realize you're in love with them", as my aunt once put it. Even the couples I like which might be mistaken for that trope actually arne't as abrasive as many filler episodes would caricature them to be: Ranma/Akane, Ichigo/Rukia. Maybe that's why I'd prefer to browse the AkiRyu fandom right now. They actually enjoy spending time with each other! From the first time they met! ...I dunno... Maybe Given will get very good, very fast, after this first ep. Lots of BL manga had rough starts but turned into great series of scenes that were emotionally moving to experience, once the initial situation that contrived the couple to get together, is settled. Why wouldn't Given be the same?

I probably shouldn't post this reaction to my blog. Or maybe have no tags, so the fandom won't come after me. I don't need flames for my flippant venting that will likely change drastically once I get further into the series and find what I liked about those spoiler clips.

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The more time passed after watching Given ep1, the more I tried to use everything else to TRY to figure out why I wasn’t in love with Given (yet).

6:43 PM 9/28/2019

TOBE!!! CAROLE & TUESDAY EPISODE 14 LIVE REACTION

by MemoryNK

https://youtu.be/58OI_yufctQ

OMG THIS SHOW! Just a few clips, edited, talked over by commentary, and I'm already freaking half-crying! GODDAMNIT! ;o; Carole's dad found her, he and his wife wanted to keep her but the wife died and he was unjustly sent to prison, and now he's still on parole and has to return to prison or his parole restrictions on Earth or something---! ;O;!!!!!!!!!!! THIS SHOW---! And Carole takes it as hope and something to look forward to, vs typical cliche drama contrived anger! This show goes for the heart-felt warmth, instead of the contrived anger drama! ;U; I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!

Carole and Tuesday season 1 part 2 doesn't release on Netflix for probably a few more MONTHS. Maybe it was a mistake to see spoilers. But I've been seeing songs from season 1 part 2 all this time. But actual scenes, spoiling the story...I went too far. Maybe I shouldn't have.

But only because I want to note my emotional reactions. Especially when I'm having such trouble getting into Given. I need to now if Carole & Tuesday were able to grab me from ep1, first intros of the main characters,...Because Given is failing hard on that! And I want to know if I'm justified in not being as attached to Given, or if I was just having a bad day (I wasted all yesterday on that horrible cooking that even made me physically ill ~___~;!)

6:49 PM 9/28/2019

I came in from my daily walk and had to immediately watch Carole & Tuesday becasue while I was walking, Mafuyu's song from Given was stuck in my head, even though I didn't even know it well. I started daydreaming about Tuesday and Mafuyu hanging out, jamming, etc., and I couldn't listen to my podcasts while walking anymore. I had to switch to Carole & Tuesday.

7:21 PM 9/28/2019

https://mysticdragon3md3.tumblr.com/post/187499907672/md3-watches-carole-tuesday-season-1-part-1

Re-reading my reactions to watching Carole & Tuesday for the first time, I'm surprised how little I say about their characters (until much later episodes). I wonder if it means they were so agreeable that I didnt' have to rant anything about them. Because in contrast to my reactions to watching Given ep1 for the first time, I just kept going on and on about their characters---how mean Uenoyama was. ...omg...I think I don't like Uenoyama. I mean, I LOVE Carole, and Tuesday is really sweet and cute, but I never mentioned anything about that in my reactions from earlier this month until like halfway through season1 part1. In fact, a few minutes ago was the first time I reblogged some Carole & Tuesday art with tags like "#my girls" and "i love them!". I'd hate to say it, but maybe I only realized how good of characters Carole & Tuesday are, because of how abrasive Uenoyama's introduction has been for me. I mean, I always thought Carole's brash confidence was cool and Tuesday was sweet, but I guess I was taking it as a given, instead of something extraordinarily rare. ...I'm trying really hard to get into Given, you guys. All the clips and spoilers I've seen and the music have been good. But it's becoming clear to me now that Uenoyama is a barrier. I used to read a lot of BL and those protagonists do tend to be really quirky or always upset to end up in the plot situation for comedic sakes...But when will the series get to Uenoyama being stupidly in love with Mafuyu so I can laugh at him for being an idiot around him? I'm impatient over here, especially when I usually drop a series as soon as it centers too much on an abrasive character. There are 20+ anime series every season and 4 seasons every year, and I've got a big backlog of anime to watch, so I can afford to be picky---I _HAVE TO_ be picky.

6:18 PM 9/29/2019

I've been really bugged by how I have not enjoyed the first episode of Given. Maybe I got my expectations too high, after watching it because of so much hype over it, and watching spoiler clips that were really intriguing. But what really gets me, after having finally seen ep1, is that Uenoyama is not very likable! Why does Mafuyu even like him?! Well, Mafuyu is a sweethear and will forgive anything, ti seems...I think the problem is that _I_ as an audience member see no reason to like Uenoyama yet. Why would I want this jerk to continue getting angry as adorable, frail Mafuyu? Mafuyu doesn't deserve that! ;o;

The really bad thing are the comparisons. I've been re-watching "Carole and Tuesday" repeatedly this month, and though it's not (blatantly) a romance story, there's just so much reason to want to see these 2 characters always be together. I love watching them, they enjoy each other's company, they are nice to each other equally,---! And I just realized that Given's Uenoyama and Mafuyu are similar to Kageyama and Hinata from Haikyuu. Granted, I didn't really get into the KageHina ship (it just had some cute doujins that I personally thought were too dissimilar to the canon characters for me to think of the ship while I watched Haikyuu), but I LIKED the dynamic between Kageyama and Hinata. WHY? All Kageyama did was yell and treat Hinata badly whenever he could!...No...That's not true. The story made certain from the very beginning to establish Kageyama as a more noble person inside, even though he was just so oblivious to how humans should interact, he only knew how to give commands and yell as a frustrated setter/commander. Kageyama's first personality-establishing scene was him saving Hinata from bullies and proving that he doesn't approve of low, bully-like behaviors. And I think pegging Kageyama, from the beginning, as seeking penance and his angsting over his regrets, the the whole first season culminating with him learning how to properly share bonds with people vs bossing them around, and thus finally remedying his past regretted behaviors---It all really turned and angry, easily annoyed character that could have become abrasive, into a character of sympathy. (Plus, he was cool at what he does. Which is generally another trait a main character nees to garner audience respect.) So why couldn't Uenoyama do that from the beginning too?!?! >O<!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! It's driving me crazy! I was supposed to like Given!!!!!!!!! I _WANT_ to like Given!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;O;!!!

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