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Bunny Slippers: Chapter Three

Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester have returned to visit new allies Julia and Rob Blackburn. Enjoying their company, especially Julia's company. The brothers, now equipped with a greater understanding about their father's mission, they leave with the promise to return in the near future. Upon their return, they are greeted with a horrible reality. Together with Julia they pick up the pieces of the horrible reality.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader [ OC: Julia Blackburn ]

Warnings: mostly fluff with violence and angst, maybe slow burn

Word Count: 5, 008 words

Author's Note: Let me know what y'all think. I hope you enjoy chapter three.

Chapter One & Chapter Two

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Anger flaring within him, Dean watched as the demon possessing Rob began to advance menacingly. In an instant, the room became a battleground, the tension snapping like a taut wire.

The demon, using Rob's powerful build to its advantage, launched at the brothers with surprising speed. Dean and Sam, well-versed in combat against supernatural foes, met the attack with a flurry of defensive moves. The fight was a chaotic dance, each brother covering the other, their movements a testament to years of fighting side by side.

Dean threw a punch, aiming for the demon's head, but it ducked and countered with a vicious swipe that Dean narrowly avoided. Sam, seizing the moment, lunged from the side, trying to tackle the demon to the ground. But the demon, with Rob's muscular strength, overpowered him, sending Sam crashing against a bookshelf.

The books that once represented knowledge and refuge now rained down in a chaotic cascade. Dean, seeing his brother momentarily down, redoubled his efforts, his every move fueled by a mix of fear for Julia and a burning need to end this threat.

The demon, now focusing its full attention on Dean, grinned maliciously. It was a twisted, unsettling sight on Rob's familiar face. With a sudden, powerful move, it pinned Dean against the wall, its hands closing around his throat. Dean struggled, gasping for air, his hands grappling at the demon's iron grip.

Sam, recovering from the blow, saw his brother in peril and sprang into action. He grabbed a piece of broken shelf, a makeshift weapon, and struck the demon with all his might. The demon staggered, releasing Dean, who slumped to the ground, coughing and gasping for breath.

The brothers, knowing that time was running out, realized they needed to end this fight quickly. With a silent nod, they coordinated their next move. Dean, despite his weakened state, charged at the demon, distracting it, while Sam, from behind, prepared the killing blow.

In a swift, decisive moment, Sam plunged the makeshift stake into the demon's back. The effect was immediate. The demon let out an unearthly howl, its grip on the physical world weakening. Rob's body convulsed, the blackness in his eyes flickering, then extinguishing, leaving behind the pained, human eyes of Rob Blackburn.

As the life drained from him, Rob collapsed, his body now free from the demonic possession but succumbing to the fatal wound. The brothers stood over him, their expressions a mix of sorrow and regret. This was not the outcome they had hoped for, a reminder of the harsh realities of their world where victory often came with a heavy price.

Dean, still catching his breath, looked around frantically. "Julia," he gasped, the fight reminding him of the immediate danger she might still be in. The brothers, weary but determined, prepared to continue their search for Julia, hoping they were not too late.

The Winchester brothers, hearts racing, began to call out for Julia, their voices echoing through the devastated library. With urgency, they navigated the chaos, moving aside the remnants of fallen furniture and scattered books.

"Julia!" Dean's voice was raw with concern, his eyes scanning every inch of the room for any sign of her.

The brothers navigated the pandemonium, urgently calling for Julia as they moved aside toppled furniture and strewn belongings. Their voices, laced with concern, echoed through the chaos-ridden space. Sam's keen eyes scanned the room, and he spotted the slightly ajar bookshelf door, the hidden entrance to Julia's secret sanctuary.

"Dean, over here!" Sam's voice cut through the cluttered room, his long strides taking him swiftly toward the bookshelf door. His tone was urgent, a mixture of worry and determination. "Her room's behind this door. We need to check now!"

Dean, sensing the urgency in his brother's voice, crossed the room with an almost supernatural speed, driven by the dire need to find Julia. Sam, with a push, opened the door, revealing the entrance to Julia's personal haven.

"Julia, are you here?" Sam called out, his voice softer yet filled with anxiety. Dean, taking the lead, stepped through the threshold into her bedroom.

The sight that met their eyes was a stark contrast to the usual vibrancy of Julia's space. Her room, typically a haven of cozy warmth and colourful aesthetics, now felt eerily lifeless. The normally organized chaos was replaced by a scene of utter disarray. Papers and books with colourful spines, once meticulously arranged on her bookshelves, were now scattered across the floor. Desk and dresser drawers lay open, their contents spilled out in a careless tumble.

Amidst the chaos, a small, poignant detail caught Sam's eye - the pink fluffy bunny slippers still tucked under the foot of her bed, a reminder of the normalcy that had been so violently disrupted.

And then, their worst fears were confirmed. There, at the foot of her wooden bed, lay Julia. Unconscious, her usually vibrant presence reduced to a still, quiet figure amidst the turmoil of her room. The sight sent a wave of dread through the brothers, prompting them to spring into action, their instincts as protectors taking over.

"Julia!" Dean rushed to her side, his voice tinged with panic. He knelt down, carefully checking for any sign of injury and looking for the rise and fall of her chest to ensure she was breathing.

Sam quickly joined him, his mind racing as he took in the scene. "We need to wake her up, see if she knows what happened here," he said, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him.

Dean nodded, gently tapping Julia's cheeks in an attempt to rouse her. "Julia, come on, wake up," he urged softly, his tough exterior giving way to a rare display of tenderness. The urgency of the moment hung heavily in the air as they waited, hoping for her eyes to flutter open.

Julia's porcelain skin, usually warmed by a gentle blush, now lay stark and drained of its lively hue. Dean tenderly brushed aside a strand of her hair, his touch gentle yet fraught with concern. As his fingers retreated, a stark contrast of red against his skin caught his eye—a smudge of blood. With her hair now pushed away, a worrisome gash near her hairline was revealed, seeping crimson. His gaze swept across the room, taking in the disarray with a sense of urgency.

Carefully, Dean slid his arms beneath Julia, cradling her with a tenderness that belied his rugged exterior. He navigated the cluttered floor with precision, laying her down on the vibrant tapestry of her comforter, a stark juxtaposition to her current pallor.

Meanwhile, Sam, ever the pragmatic one, began to restore some semblance of order to the chaos around them. He picked up scattered drawers and strewn papers, hoping a tidier environment might ease Julia's distress upon awakening.

Dean, driven by a mix of fear and determination, crossed through the doorway into the hallway, making his way to the ensuite bathroom. His movements were brisk, almost frantic, as he snatched up a washcloth and held it under the running water, soaking it thoroughly.

Returning to Julia's side, Dean perched on the edge of the bed, his presence a solid reassurance in the tumultuous silence. He gently caressed Julia's arm, a silent plea for her to sense his presence. His voice, when he spoke, was a blend of a whispered incantation and a fervent prayer, imbued with the unmistakable timbre of Dean Winchester's resolve.

"Julia, c'mon, you gotta open those eyes for me," he urged, his voice a soft rumble, laden with unspoken emotions. With the damp cloth in hand, he tenderly dabbed at her forehead and along her hairline, clearing away the vestiges of the ordeal with each gentle stroke. He watched over her, his attention unwavering, even as a faint bruise began to emerge like a storm cloud on her temple.

The world around Dean seemed to fade into the background, his focus solely on the subtle shifts in Julia's countenance. The flutter of her eyelids, the slight furrow of her brows, each minute change was a beacon of hope in the dimly lit room.

"Dean?" Her voice, barely above a whisper, cracked through the heavy silence, fragile yet laden with a trust so profound it anchored him to the spot.

"Yeah, it's me, sweetheart. Just take it easy, okay? I'm right here," Dean responded, his voice a soothing balm, each word laced with the promise of unwavering support and protection.

Confusion clouded Julia's gaze as her eyelids fluttered open, revealing the stormy aftermath of her ordeal. A tentative hand reached up, grazing the tender bruise blossoming on her face. The contact elicited a sharp flinch, a silent testament to the pain lurking beneath the surface.

Dean's instincts kicked in, his hands gently but firmly guiding hers away from the burgeoning ache. "Hey, easy there," he coaxed with a blend of concern and a hint of his characteristic gruff warmth. "Just lie back down, alright? You're safe now." Julia's response was a slight nod, her movements cautious as she resettled onto the pillow, her fingers lingering in the comforting grasp of Dean's hand, seeking solace in its warmth and strength.

Sam, ever the inquisitive one, loomed behind Dean, his presence marked by a quiet intensity. "Can you walk us through what went down?" he inquired, his voice carrying the weight of his investigative nature, tempered with a brotherly concern.

Dean's head whipped around, a silent glare aimed at Sam, a non-verbal reprimand for diving into questions too soon. But the urgency of the moment pressed on.

Julia's voice, fragile and hushed, broke the tense silence. "It's all a bit hazy," she admitted, her brow creasing in concentration. "Dad was called out on a case a couple of days back. Left in a rush and wasn't due back for a while."

As she recounted the events, Dean's fingers moved subconsciously, tracing comforting patterns on the back of her hand, a silent pledge of protection.

"He burst in this morning, all frantic, claiming he'd forgotten his keys." Her words painted a vivid picture, each detail bringing a flicker of life back to her cheeks, under Dean's watchful gaze.

The room felt warmer, the connection between them palpable as Dean adjusted the blanket over her, a protective gesture that spoke volumes.

Julia's narrative continued, her voice gaining a tad more strength. "He was... off, rummaging through the house like he was searching for something elusive."

Her gaze drifted towards the window, lost in thought, then snapped back with renewed focus. "I had just gotten off the phone with Sam. Told Dad you guys were on your way and... his demeanor changed. Next thing I know, he's in the library with me, hands... hands around my throat." The memory seemed to physically constrict her, her breath hitching at the recollection.

Dean's grip on her leg tightened reflexively, a surge of protectiveness coursing through him as she detailed the harrowing encounter.

"I managed to break free, and I ran here, to my room. But as I was about to secure my door, darkness enveloped me." Her voice tapered off, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air.

Dean and Sam exchanged a glance, a silent communication filled with resolve and unspoken vows. They were here for Julia, ready to confront whatever shadows lurked behind the events she had barely survived.

As the fragments of her ordeal fell into place, a sudden concern flickered across Julia's features. "Hang on... Where's my dad now? Is he alright?" she blurted out, her body jolting upright in a mix of fear and concern, only to be met with a sharp sting from her injuries.

"Whoa, take it easy there, sweetheart," Dean interjected with a soothing tone, his hand gently pressing her back down. "You've been through a hell of a ringer. Let's not push it, okay?" His voice was laced with empathy, his touch reassuring, as he tried to ease her back into a semblance of comfort.

"We found your dad upstairs... It was quick, Julia. He didn't suffer. But—” He paused, the words catching in his throat, “—it was a demon.” The worry in Julia's eyes escalated as Dean delicately unfolded the events that had transpired, his narrative careful not to overwhelm her. Yet, the gravity of the situation breached her defences, tears breaking free despite her best efforts to contain them.

Dean's response was instinctual, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace. "Hey, hey, it's okay to let it out, Julia. You're safe here, I promise," he murmured, his voice a steady presence amidst the storm of her emotions. His hand moved in gentle, reassuring strokes across her back, a silent vow of security and care. Gradually, under his watchful care, Julia's sobs subsided, her exhausted spirit succumbing to sleep in the safety of his hold.

As the twilight deepened into night. Once he was sure Julia was resting, Dean rose from the bed, the lines of sorrow and fatigue etched into his face. He found Sam amidst the wreckage of the library, his younger brother surrounded by a sea of papers and opened books. "What was he even looking for?" Dean asked, his voice a blend of frustration and fatigue.

"The papers about Yellow Eyes," Sam replied without looking up, his attention on a particular set of notes. He gestured to the chaos around him. "Most of what's been pulled out is about demons."

Dean processed this, the pieces of a grim puzzle coming together in his mind. "But I don't think he found what he was after because only Julia knew where she kept the important stuff. The demon knew she was onto something about Azazel, but couldn't find it," Sam deduced, piecing together the demon's failed search.

The revelation hung heavy between them, the threat of Azazel a dark cloud over the already grim situation. It was a reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows, always waiting, always watching.

The room was now quietly illuminated by the soft glow of desk lamps, where Sam had methodically organized the books and papers, restoring a sense of order to the space. The physical traces of the struggle and of Rob's presence had been cleared away, leaving only the heavy air of recent events lingering.

As they sat amidst the calm aftermath, Sam broke the silence with a touch of practicality, "Once we've got everything in order here, we should probably hit the road again."

Dean felt a pang of guilt at the thought of leaving Julia so soon after everything that had unfolded. It was then that Julia emerged through the secret door, her movements still slow with the remnants of sleep. She rubbed her eyes, looking around the room with tentative glances.

Dean rose to his feet, his concern evident. "Hey, you holding up okay?" he asked gently, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet room.

Julia paused, her gaze sweeping over the tidied room, taking in the changes. "Don't worry, we cleaned up a bit after... earlier," Sam chimed in, offering her a sympathetic look before his eyes flicked back to Dean, silently communicating a brotherly concern.

With a self-hug, Julia tightened her cardigan around herself, a self-soothing gesture amidst the turmoil. "Have you guys had anything to eat?" she asked, her voice gaining strength despite the teary glint in her eyes. "I know you were supposed to come over for dinner, but..." Her voice trailed off, a soft swallow betraying her attempt to hold back tears. "We can still order something in," she offered with a faint smile, the embodiment of resilience.

Dean's response was immediate and tender, reflective of the care he felt. "Hey, that's really thoughtful of you, Julia," he said, stepping closer. "But you don't need to worry about us. You've been through a lot today. We can sort out food. You just focus on... whatever you need, okay?" His voice was warm, the invitation to take care of herself genuine and insistent.

He glanced back at Sam, nodding slightly, a silent agreement between them that they would handle everything, that Julia's well-being was now their priority. The offer of food was secondary to the unspoken vow they'd made—to protect those who had become part of their extended family, especially in their darkest hours.

Brushing away the tears that clung stubbornly to her lashes, Julia inhaled deeply, a futile attempt to steady the storm within. "I'm starving, so how do you feel about pizza?" she asked, her voice steadier than before, but still fragile.

Dean's eyes followed her every move, a mix of admiration for her resilience and concern for her well-being evident in his gaze. "Pizza's perfect," he replied with a gentle nod. "Best plan I've heard all day."

Julia managed a small smile and descended the stairs to place the order. Moments later, she re-emerged into the kitchen, replacing the phone in its cradle. "Pizza will be here in 30 minutes," she announced, trying to muster a sense of normalcy.

Sam walked into the kitchen, his demeanor reflective of the shared ordeal yet tinged with an attempt to move forward. "Yeah, some food before hitting the road again sounds great," he affirmed, a softness to his words that wasn't often heard.

Gathered around the kitchen table, each with a beer in hand, they clung to the ordinary act of sharing a meal as a life raft amidst the wreckage of the day. The doorbell's chime heralded the arrival of the pizza, and they gathered around to eat, the conversation meandering through lighter topics, punctuated by the occasional chuckle—a much-needed reprieve.

When the meal wound down and it was time to say goodbye, Dean hesitated at the door, his blue eyes searching Julia's face. "You sure you're gonna be okay?" he asked, his voice low and laced with unspoken promises of protection.

"I will be," Julia replied, her voice a whisper of strength. Dean turned fully to face her, his features etched with concern. "I'm sorry we didn't have any other choice," he said, the words heavy with the weight of their actions.

Julia met his gaze, her own eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I know," she whispered back. "It wasn't Dad anymore. You did what you had to do. If it weren't for you and Sam... I wouldn't be here." She reached out, her hand resting lightly on Dean's forearm, a tangible thank you in her touch. "It still hurts, but I'll be okay, Dean," she assured him with a sad smile.

Sam stepped up, his hand coming to rest on Julia's shoulder, a silent echo of his brother's protective stance. "If you need anything, anything at all, you call us, okay?" he said, his voice earnest, his eyes sincere.

Julia's smile flickered back to life, a spark of her usual spirit shining through. "Don't think I won't take you up on that," she said with a cheeky edge that made the brothers' lips twitch into smiles.

With a final pat on her shoulder, they exchanged goodbyes, the air between them filled with unspoken words and shared experiences that had forever intertwined their lives.

The brothers made their way back to the Impala, the weight of the day settling around them like a cloak. They climbed into the car, the familiar leather and scent of the Impala enveloping them—a sanctuary on wheels, ready to carry them forward to whatever awaited them next on the long, winding road of a hunter's life.

Dean’s fingers tapped an anxious rhythm on the steering wheel, betraying the turmoil beneath his stoic exterior as the Impala's headlights cut through the night, pulling further away from the Blackburn residence. His jaw was set, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.

"This isn't right," he muttered under his breath, his voice edged with a blend of frustration and concern.

Sam, who had been staring out the passenger window, turned towards his brother, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about?" he inquired.

"We can't just leave her alone, Sam, not after everything that's happened tonight," Dean said, a hint of exasperation in his voice, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"Dean, she's fine," Sam tried to reassure him, his voice steady. "She's tough, and we can't—"

But Dean was already making a U-turn, cutting Sam off mid-sentence. "Dean!" Sam exclaimed, but Dean was resolute.

"Sammy, I don't care. We're going back to get her," Dean declared, a definitive tone in his voice that brooked no argument. He accelerated back towards the house, parking with a screech in front of the Blackburn residence, leaving the engine running as he bolted up the stairs. The familiar black door creaked open, revealing Julia, her face a mask of confusion and remnants of tears.

"Dean?" she asked in a small voice, her hand quickly wiping away the fresh tears that had stained her cheeks.

Dean took in her appearance, his heart aching at the sight. "Julia," he started, his voice a mix of concern and assertiveness, "why don't you tag along with us for a bit? Hit the road, go on a few hunts. It'll do you good."

Julia, taken aback by his sudden invitation, wrapped her cardigan tighter around herself. "What?" she asked, her voice laced with shock.

Dean's eyes softened as he noticed the redness of her nose and cheeks, the shine in her green eyes. "Look, with everything that's happened, with losing your dad and all... You need people around. And hey, you're an incredible researcher. You'd be a huge help to us. So, what do you say?"

By now, Sam had exited the car and stood at the bottom of the porch stairs, adding his support. "He's right, Julia," Sam chimed in, his tone gentle yet persuasive. "We really want you with us. You won't be alone."

Julia sniffled quietly, looking down at her shoes, her untamed curls falling over her face like a curtain.

"Julia," Dean said softly, taking another step closer, his voice barely above a whisper. He reached out slightly, as if to bridge the gap between them.

"It's okay, you guys don't have to worry about me. I'll be fine��" Julia started, but Dean gently cut her off.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Remember our deal? Next time, you get to ride in Baby," he said with a hint of playfulness in his voice. "Think about it - the magic of the open road, the wind in your hair. And hey, if not for yourself, do it for me, okay? I really want you to come."

Julia felt the warmth radiating from Dean, his presence so close and comforting. Her heartbeat quickened, and she bashfully looked away, her cheeks burning red.

Taking a deep breath and meeting Dean's earnest gaze again, she smiled slightly, pushing her glasses up. "Okay," she said softly, a small chuckle escaping her lips. "You've twisted my arm, Dean Winchester."

Dean's face lit up with a crooked smile, the relief and happiness evident in his expression. "Excellent! Go pack your stuff, close up shop. I'll be right here waiting for you," he said, leaning casually against the doorway, his demeanour exuding a mix of charm and anticipation.

Julia, energized by the new adventure ahead, whisked through the house. She dashed from room to room before ascending the stairs two at a time to her bedroom. In a flurry, she gathered her essentials, stuffing them into a large duffle bag. After a quick change into more practical attire, Julia laced up her worn brown Doc-Martens and stood before the mirror. Her auburn curls were swept into a high ponytail, magnifying her vivid green eyes behind her glasses. She donned a fitted black Led Zeppelin band t-shirt, tucked neatly into faded black skinny jeans, held up by a sturdy brown leather belt with a prominent silver buckle. Her streamlined jeans hugged her legs, and she topped the outfit with a weathered brown leather jacket. This wasn't Julia's usual style, but it felt right for the unpredictable life on the road.

Content with her practical ensemble, Julia descended the stairs, duffel in hand. Dean, still the epitome of patience and cool, was posted at the doorway. The half-hour wait hadn't dulled his alertness; his eyes roamed appreciatively over her chosen outfit, from the sturdy boots to the high ponytail.

"Got those bunny slippers packed?" Dean's voice held the hint of a tease, observing the blush that blossomed on Julia's cheeks.

"Yes, I couldn't bear to leave them behind," she admitted, the words warm and familiar between them.

As Julia secured the front door, Dean's voice rolled out smooth and reassuring. "Let's roll out, sweetheart. Sam's all by his lonesome in the car."

Julia chuckled, shaking her head slightly as her wild curls danced around her face. "Ready as I'll ever be," she responded, matching Dean's stride towards the Impala.

With practiced ease, Dean stowed Julia's duffel, while Sam made room in the backseat. Julia settled into the front, the leather seats embracing her as Dean slipped into the driver's seat.

Dean leaned over, rummaging through the glove box to present his prized collection of music cassettes. "Told you you're DJ for the day," he said, his smile laced with a flirtatious edge.

Julia's eyes lit up as she rifled through the tapes. "Oh my god, Dean, your taste in music is legendary!" she exclaimed, laughter in her voice.

From the back, Sam's groan cut through their banter. "Just remember, I'm in the car too," he grumbled playfully.

Ignoring Sam's mock protest, Dean's grin broadened. "Trust me, Sammy, she's got the magic touch. Right, Jules?"

With a nod, Julia selected the iconic untitled album by Led Zeppelin, sliding the cassette into the radio. As the Impala roared to life and Dean maneuvered her onto the road, Julia cranked up the volume. The car was immediately filled with the soaring riffs and thunderous drums of the classic rock anthem, the open road ahead of them, the music a harbinger of adventures to come.

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As the Impala's engine hummed to a halt in the motel's parking lot, Dean's voice broke the silence, careful not to disturb the sleeping Julia. "Looks like this is our stop for the night," he whispered, glancing at Sam who was stirring in the backseat.

Sam, waking up to their new surroundings, sat up and stretched. "I'll go grab us some rooms," he said, sliding out of the car with a yawn. The cool night air seemed to invigorate him as he headed towards the motel's office.

Dean, meanwhile, stayed in the driver's seat, his gaze affectionately lingering on Julia. She was still asleep, her head resting against the car door, glasses askew. Carefully, he reached over, gently tucking a stray curl behind her ear.

Sam returned shortly, jingling a set of keys. "Got the last two rooms," he announced in a hushed tone, mindful of the quiet night. "I'll get our stuff; you wake Julia."

He busied himself with the bags while Dean quietly stepped out of the car and made his way to the passenger side. Opening the door slowly, he was ready to catch Julia in case she stirred. Leaning down, he gently touched her arm. "Jules, time to wake up, sweetheart," he said softly, his voice soothing in the quiet night air.

Julia's eyes fluttered open, looking around in confusion. Dean's presence immediately grounding her. "Mind your head," Dean murmured kindly, sliding his hands under her legs and behind her back, lifting her effortlessly out of the Impala. He carried her into one of the motel rooms, his steps careful and measured.

Once inside, Dean gently laid her down on the bed, ensuring she was comfortable. Julia, now more awake, looked up at him with gratitude.

"Thanks, Dean," she said softly, her voice tinged with sleepiness but also a hint of warmth for his thoughtful gesture. Dean gave a small, reassuring smile in response, his actions speaking louder than words in the quiet comfort of the motel room.

Sam entered the room, Julia's duffel bag in hand, and carefully placed it on the unoccupied bed. He glanced around, ensuring everything was in order before addressing Julia with a gentle, protective tone.

"Hey, we're just next door, alright? If you need anything, don't hesitate to knock," Sam said, his voice carrying a brotherly concern. He shifted his gaze to Dean, his eyes subtly conveying a reminder – to give Julia the space she might need. It was a look that spoke volumes, one that Dean understood well.

Dean caught Sam's look and nodded slightly, acknowledging the unspoken message. He turned to Julia, his demeanor shifting to one that balanced care with respect for her independence.

"Yeah, Jules, Sam's right. We're just a stone's throw away. You got your bag here," Dean gestured towards the duffel on the bed, his voice softer than usual, yet still carrying that characteristic Dean Winchester confidence. "Get some rest, okay? We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

His words were simple, yet they held a depth of understanding and concern for Julia's well-being, a testament to the bond they had begun to forge.

Julia gave them a nod, her expression a mix of gratitude and fatigue. As Sam and Dean headed towards the door, she called out in a more spirited tone, "Hey, guys!"

The brothers paused, turning back to face her. Julia's smile was small but genuine, a hint of warmth in her eyes. "Thanks again... for everything," she said, her voice soft but filled with sincere appreciation.

Dean, leaning slightly against the door frame, gave her a reassuring smile. "Hey, no sweat, Jules," he replied, his tone casual yet sincere. "That's what we’re here for. You get some good rest now, alright? We'll be right next door, okay? Anything you need, just holler."

With those reassuring words, Dean gave her a final nod, a silent promise of safety and camaraderie. He then followed Sam out the door, softly closing it behind them, leaving Julia to the quiet solitude of her room.

To be continued...

Chapter Four

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anghraine · 2 years ago

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"whatever we deny or embrace" - fic (part 4)

/shows up four years later with zero explanation and an old moodboard

title: whatever we deny or embrace verse: queer Rogue One/f!Cassian AU (5/6) characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso; Jyn/Cassian stuff that happens: Cassia and Jyn navigate their relationship after the destruction of the Death Star (originally posted as a stand-alone fic, cleaned up for this) previous sections: prologue, part one, part two, part three

PART FOUR

Jyn didn’t begrudge the Rebels their victory celebrations, which extended for several weeks, at least at night. She didn’t even think of herself as separate from the Rebellion, exactly—not after Scarif.

It was just … crowded. Very crowded, considering that this particular cantina grew out of a skeletal base on Solis 2, where her team had just arrived with some soldiers and senators. And it was loud. Easily as loud as Massassi’s cantina. She could endure that, had endured it many times, but she didn’t want to. And this was not a time for doing anything she didn’t want to.

Searching for a discreet exit, Jyn must have betrayed some part of what she felt. She didn’t usually, and nobody seemed to be paying particular attention to her—she’d taken care to wedge herself behind Baze—but suddenly, she felt Cassia’s mouth near her ear.

Only the habits of years kept Jyn motionless. Her blood ran cold, or maybe hot; she couldn’t tell the difference.

“Do you want some fresh air?” Cassia murmured.

Jyn tried not to look too grateful.

“Yes.”

Cassia shifted in some unobtrusive way that placed her at Jyn’s side, hand warm against her back. Jyn suspected the last was her imagination, since her leather vest hardly registered slight changes in human temperature. And Cassia ran cold, anyway. Jyn had shared her bed enough times (eleven) to know that it wasn’t some Cassia façade.

Platonically shared her bed. Jyn had even managed to platonically pin Cassia to the bed and straddle her hips, which took some doing.

Cassia made a smooth excuse that Jyn didn’t bother listening to, but which everyone accepted. More or less. Baze actually smiled—it was faint, but unmistakably a smile. That struck Jyn as deeply suspicious. But he didn’t say anything, so neither did she, instead letting Cassia maneuver them outside without incident.

(Jyn couldn’t remember the last time she’d tolerated anyone maneuvering her at all. Well, anyone else, since they’d done the same thing back on Jedha. Cassia might just be an exception. Sometimes.)

As soon as the doors snapped together behind them, Jyn’s tensed muscles relaxed. Cassia drew a breath of the base’s crisp, cool air.

“That’s better.”

Jyn shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket. “Beer and sweat not your favourite smells?”

Cassia kept her—their—quarters in pristine order, regardless of where those quarters happened to be. Jyn herself couldn’t have cared less, but once she realized that Cassia didn’t expect her to assist in any meaningful way, she shrugged off her initial irritation. If Cassia wanted to soothe herself with color-coordinating her clothes, fine. Jyn soothed herself with cleaning and loading her blasters, after all.

(By now, she didn’t just possess a nonzero number of blasters, but several, only two of which originally belonged to Cassia. That alone would nearly have made everything worth it, and … she had quite a bit more than that alone.)

“No, not really,” said Cassia dryly, heading down a set of stairs that led to a narrow steel platform beneath the main portion of the cantina. This particular base consisted almost entirely of platforms, square buildings, and assorted stairs and ramps, all in featureless grey metal. Jyn gathered that it had been cobbled together out of some abandoned Imperial installation. Or a Republic one, maybe. It had railings and everything.

“I figured.”

“And too many people,” Cassia added, her tone neutral.

Jyn eyed the back of her head. “I thought you were a … people person.”

“Really?”

Thinking back over the … five weeks they’d known each other, Jyn supposed it could go either way. Cassia always had something to say, but she wasn’t exactly outgoing. “You’re good with them.”

“When I have to be.” She stopped and leaned against the platform’s wide rail while Jyn caught up. “I like the quiet.”

That pleased Jyn in an indistinct way she didn’t care to interrogate. She settled for a murmur of agreement.

Suitably enough, they continued side-by-side without talking, making their way to the furthest wall. There they remained visible from the cantina, if anyone chose to look, but at least didn’t stand beneath the noisiest part of it.

It was nice. Jyn, not overburdened by self-consciousness, felt just enough of it to avoid saying so. But she enjoyed everything: the coolness of the air, not heavy like Yavin 4’s, the easy silence, the mingling light of Solis’s moons, the smaller two eclipsing the largest into a slice of gold. She had two blasters in her holsters, no enemies in the vicinity, and Cassia at her side, their limps all but gone. Without even touching her crystal, Jyn felt calm and contented in a way she very rarely experienced, far beyond her usual stoicism.

She didn’t look at Cassia. They shared quarters, a bed, and most hours of day and night, but while Jyn welcomed the eagerly yielding Cassia that now and then shattered her nightmares, she took care to separate dream-Cassia from the actual woman. At this point, she already had seen Cassia a) younger-looking and beautiful in her silly parka, b) drenched from hair to boots, c) striding past in an Imperial uniform that fit her much better than the Alliance one, d) collapsing in Jyn’s arms, and e) swathed in shadows under Jyn’s body. She didn’t feel the need to try herself further by adding gilded in moonlight to the rest.

Not that she’d be able to avoid it, really.

“Have you seen Bodhi?” Jyn asked.

“Yes, in the cantina,” said Cassia, apparently unperturbed by the broken silence. “Not in the best mood. I think he ran into Skywalker.”

“Again?” Jyn didn’t mind Skywalker in himself: rather liked him, in fact. He’d personally asked her if he could name his squadron after her team, and had possibly less patience for cowards and fools than she did. But for whatever reason, he and Bodhi had taken an almost immediate dislike to each other. “I don’t even know what they find to disagree about.”

Cassia paused. “Skywalker is attractive enough, isn’t he? I’m not the best judge.”

Raw determination kept Jyn’s eyes on the blotted moon. She blinked several times at it. “You think that’s why—?”

“A factor, perhaps,” Cassia replied. “I can’t say for sure, of course. It could be nothing more than Skywalker hating Imperials without much … discrimination.”

Jyn could understand that, in general. She rarely saw one without wanting to club them into a bloody corpse. But not Bodhi, who had defected and suffered and sacrificed, whatever he might have been or done before.

“We all hate Imperials,” said Jyn. “Does he think he’s special?”

Cassia’s hand tapped idly along the railing. Jyn would bet real credits she had a frown on her face.

“Maybe.”

Jyn would have blamed her uncommunicativeness on right, she’s a spy, if not for the fact that Cassia would tell her pretty much anything unclassified, if asked. She just rarely volunteered it, so Jyn—or someone, but usually Jyn—had to drag it out in pieces.

“All right, what did they do to him? Do you know?”

“Killed and burned his family’s bodies,” said Cassia. She paused. “I am not sure which happened first.”

A few moments passed without a word from either. Above them, somebody laughed, followed by others, before their voices faded into some other part of the room.

“Fuck,” Jyn muttered.

Cassia shifted again. “Don’t tell anyone.”

“No,” said Jyn automatically. “That’s not—that’s not fair to Bodhi, but damn.” She’d hoped it was a bit more mundane.

“None of us are fair to each other,” replied Cassia, her voice still more even. “Not always.”

That snapped Jyn’s resolve. She glanced over her, but Cassia was staring ahead, her back a straight line from her shoulders to the cybernetics hidden under her skin. Attraction seemed rather besides the point.

“I know,” said Jyn quietly.

She suspected it might be as close to an apology as Cassia got. Since I’m not used to people sticking around was as close to one as Jyn had offered, she decided she’d take it.

Expression softening, Cassia turned her head to face her, amusement flickering into her face. “Anyway, I think the unfairness has gone both ways with them.” She cleared her throat. “As it were.”

Jyn didn’t mean to smile, but she did, anyway. “You’re never going to forget that, are you?”

“I never forget anything,” Cassia said.

Jyn shook her head. “Then I’ll expect you to remember my birthday every year.”

Cassia’s low, startled laugh altogether banished Bodhi and Skywalker’s whatever-it-was. “If I know where you are.”

“Shouldn’t be hard,” said Jyn.

The amusement faded into something else, sweeter and more cautious. “You’re staying? You mean, indefinitely?”

Jyn thought of a good half-dozen responses, alternately snide and earnest. But she only said,

“Yes.”

Cassia’s face broke into a bright, dimpled smile. Jyn, who had not expected that particular attack, felt dazed. Just a little. Physical awareness flooded back, or became relevant again. The golden moonlight caught in Cassia’s eyes, her skin, even her dark hair, gleaming from within. The hazy glow of it gentled her features without weakening them, her face warm and pretty rather than starkly beautiful. For all of that, her eyes fixed on Jyn with the same elated intensity that she remembered from the not-apology in the hangar, and after.

Speaking of unfair—

“How long do you think we’ll stay here?” Jyn asked. “Assuming it’s not classified.”

Cassia seemed puzzled but undisturbed. “Not very long. We want to keep the small bases as unobtrusive as possible, and the rest will be scattering from Yavin 4 soon. We’ll need a new central base.”

“Colder than Massassi, I hope,” said Jyn, vengefully.

Cassia looked betrayed. Her smile turning crooked, she twisted back towards the base below them, though without the rigidity of before. “You’re the one who’ll suffer if we get stationed there.”

“I’ll live,” said Jyn. “Not all of us are delicate flowers.”

“Really, Jyn?”

Jyn grinned openly, leaning against the platform’s side. “So what about you? Are you hoping for anything in particular?”

Cassia’s fingers splayed out on the railing, then grasped it. She wet her lip.

“A few things,” she said.

Jyn gave up.

“Cassia?”

When Cassia turned towards her, inquisitive, Jyn didn’t wait long enough for fear. She stepped forward, curled her fingers into Cassia’s jacket, and kissed her for the second time.

Cassia’s lips parted in what Jyn assumed to be surprise rather than invitation, but within a moment, her mouth was pressing back, as soft and careful as in the turbolift. They’d finally circled back, finally—and then her hands slid about Jyn’s waist, up her back. It was so little, but Jyn felt drunk, heady and flushed all over, more than she’d been capable of before, maybe more than she’d been capable of in her life. She had her arms about Cassia’s neck again, fingers walking against the nape and threading into her hair, smooth and soft instead of stiff with sweat and blood. She pressed closer when Cassia tilted her head to slant her mouth against Jyn’s, both panting.

No, Cassia was saying something, whispering against Jyn’s lips. Cassia and her words; she always had something. Even now. A very tiny bit exasperated, Jyn slowed and forced herself to pay attention.

“Jyn,” Cassia murmured. “Jyn, Jyn—”

Jyn almost shuddered, fingers clutching in Cassia’s hair. She’d never kissed anyone who knew her name. Anyone who knew her at all. And this wasn’t anyone—she—

“Cassia,” she breathed.

They stepped back for air, because they had to. Inevitably, that first moment was awkward. Neither knew quite what to say, and it’d been so much even though it was nothing they hadn’t done already. But Jyn took in Cassia’s rumpled hair and swollen mouth and half-shy smile, and could only think, again.

A small breeze rustled past. Cassia shivered.

Jyn had too much self-respect to say I’ll warm you up, or anything of the sort. To go by Cassia’s flush and thinly-veiled pleasure, her face said it for her.

“That one of the things you were hoping for?” Jyn asked.

Cassia could have said something clever, or beautiful, or wry: Jyn didn’t doubt that she had it in her. But she just laid her hand against Jyn’s cheek, her eyes wide, almost stunned, as she smoothed the fringe aside.

Cassia leaned down and kissed her again.

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smashlawlai · 2 months ago

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Here’s a Super Smash Bros. Lawl moveset for Spider-Man from Marvel:

Reveal Trailer:

The trailer begins in a bustling New York City. Spider-Man swings through the city, performing acrobatic moves. He spots the Smash Bros. arena and swings into it with his webbing. As he lands, he strikes a heroic pose. The screen flashes: "Spider-Man Swings into Action!"

Moveset:

Spider-Man’s moveset is designed to reflect his agility, web-slinging abilities, and acrobatic combat style.

Neutral B (Web Shot):

Description: Spider-Man shoots a quick burst of webbing from his wrist, dealing damage and temporarily sticking opponents in place. If charged, the web shot becomes larger and has a greater chance of trapping opponents.

Inspiration: Represents Spider-Man’s iconic web-slinging attack.

Side B (Web Swing):

Description: Spider-Man swings forward with his web, dealing damage to opponents he contacts along the way. This move allows Spider-Man to move quickly across the stage and can be used to recover or reposition.

Inspiration: Based on Spider-Man’s ability to swing through the city using his web.

Down B (Spider Sense):

Description: Spider-Man activates his Spider Sense, briefly becoming invincible and dodging all incoming attacks. After the activation, Spider-Man counterattacks with a quick kick or punch.

Inspiration: Reflects Spider-Man’s heightened reflexes and his ability to sense danger.

Up B (Web Zip):

Description: Spider-Man fires a web upward, pulling himself quickly in that direction. This move helps with recovery and can be used to grab ledges or evade opponents.

Inspiration: Utilizes Spider-Man’s webbing to quickly move in the air.

Final Smash (Spider-Verse Smash):

Description: Spider-Man summons multiple versions of himself from the Spider-Verse (such as Spider-Gwen, Spider-Man 2099, and Spider-Man Noir). They perform a coordinated attack, with each Spider-Man using a different move to damage all opponents on the stage. The final attack features all the Spider-Men web-slinging together in a dramatic finish.

Inspiration: Showcases Spider-Man’s versatility and his connections with other Spider-People from various dimensions.

Taunts:

Up Taunt: Spider-Man shoots a web into the air and says, “Time to swing into action!”

Side Taunt: He performs a quick acrobatic flip and says, “With great power comes great responsibility!”

Down Taunt: Spider-Man adjusts his mask and says, “Feeling a little spidey-tastic!”

Victory Poses:

1. Victory Pose 1: Spider-Man strikes a classic superhero pose with his web-shooters activated, saying, “Another win for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!”

2. Victory Pose 2: He performs a series of flips and web swings, landing in a cool stance, saying, “Swinging into victory!”

3. Victory Pose 3: Spider-Man poses with a web shield and a confident smile, saying, “Looks like the city’s safe once again!”

Defeat Pose:

Defeat Pose: Spider-Man kneels on one knee, catching his breath and saying, “Even heroes have off days…”

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thespectrespecss · 3 months ago

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MONDAY CURRENTLY VOL. 6

Well, would you look at that-- we're here again after a month. Here's to finding spaces to write, reflect, share, and yap! haha It's been such an eventful month, and I have so much to talk about, but I still have a lot of "backlogs" to write about. I should probably save it as drafts to remind me I have something to write about. That or they'll all just be left on drafts, never to be published. HAHA

Anyway, here's our Monday Currently! ✨

reading 1 Corinthians 13. I'm not really sure if I'm chapters behind our New Testament reading plan or if I'm a chapter ahead, but this chapter will always have fresh revelations for me every time I read it. You know, Love is Patient; Love is Kind? Different revelations in every season. 🥰 So far, this season is my favorite 🧡

writing my journal entry for today. I have been journaling my day out of verses that are being highlighted to me, which has changed the tone and direction of my prayers for the past 4 weeks. It's more centered on the truth than what I feel. It's more comforting knowing that there's a word in my situation. It feels like finding the perfect Taylor Swift song for your current love life status.

listening to my made-for-you playlist on Spotify (day list), I love how Spotify has been curating my day list for me. It's always songs to worship God with or kpop soft beats or disney songs. Thanks, Spotify. haha

thinking about what else God has for me this season. I've been feeling so fille with his love recently-- through my friends, pretty skies, secular songs, or even just flowers.

smelling lavender-scented candles. there have been so many flies recently; it's so annoying. Google says lavender repels flies, so I'm glad a friend gave me a homemade scented candle for my birthday last February. The smell is keeping me calm as well.

wishing praying for all things Kids Big Day Out to be accomplished victoriously this week. Wuw. I'm really just a little jittery about all the preparations. I feel like I need to remember something when I don't even know what I forgot. Praying God comes through in all things!

hoping for good morning weather tomorrow to easily book angkas and I won't be late.

wearing Counterculture merch and shorts. I was wearing this going to the Worship Team rehearsals earlier. Went there as head coordinator for experience... not as part of Worship team. haha

loving God's tangible presence of his love. I love LOVE. I'm in love with love. I've been crying happy tears just taking all the love in-- my friends, my leaders, my family, and my God's thick presence. I'm in awe of how this season is turning out to be; just pure contentment but still very much expectant.

wanting for myself to decide. awuw. djk. I'm just waiting for God's movement in all areas of my life. Baka may mag chat na, may magmessage bigla, may tumawag, may chumika. hahaha

needing more time and space to write a blog about Bohol, getting on staff, graduation, year 2 appreciation, and even mentorship highlights. dami daldal!

feeling so kilig with God. Surreal kilig. Haaay, love you, God.

#the monday currently #mondayreflections

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unitedstatesofworld · 3 months ago

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The Dynamic Duo: Kristin Sorsdal and Viktor Hovland’s Journey in Golf and Beyond

What do you get when you mix incredible talent, unwavering determination, and a supportive partnership? You get the powerhouse duo of Kristin Sorsdal and Viktor Hovland! While golf may be a solo sport on the surface, it’s often the teamwork behind the scenes that really makes the magic happen. And in the case of Norwegian golfing sensation Viktor Hovland, Kristin Sorsdal has been an essential part of that winning formula.

Kristin Sorsdal: The Woman Behind the Golfer

Who Is Kristin Sorsdal?

While Viktor Hovland is a name that’s become synonymous with success on the golf course, not everyone knows the woman who’s played a crucial role in his journey. Kristin Sorsdal isn’t just any figure in Hovland’s life; she’s someone who’s been instrumental in helping him navigate the often tumultuous world of professional sports.

Kristin Sorsdal, a professional in her own right, has a background in sports management. She’s well-versed in the intricacies of managing athletes, ensuring they can focus on what they do best: performing. With her expertise, Sorsdal has helped Hovland maintain a laser-sharp focus on his game, while also handling the myriad of distractions that come with being in the spotlight.

The Power of Partnership

You’ve heard the saying, “Behind every great man is a great woman,” right? Well, in the case of Hovland, that saying couldn’t be more accurate. Kristin Sorsdal’s influence on his career extends beyond the professional realm; it’s about trust, understanding, and mutual respect. Their partnership is one built on open communication, shared goals, and a deep appreciation for each other’s strengths.

So, what’s the secret sauce to their success? It’s all about balance. While Hovland is out there swinging clubs and sinking putts, Sorsdal is behind the scenes, ensuring everything runs smoothly. Whether it’s coordinating schedules, managing media relations, or simply being a sounding board, Sorsdal’s role is multifaceted. And let’s not forget the emotional support—because even the best athletes need someone in their corner when the going gets tough.

Viktor Hovland: A Star on the Rise

From Norway to the World Stage

Viktor Hovland’s rise to fame has been nothing short of meteoric. Hailing from Oslo, Norway, Hovland burst onto the scene with a combination of skill, charm, and an infectious smile that’s won him fans worldwide. But as any golfer will tell you, talent alone doesn’t guarantee success—it’s the hard work and dedication that set the champions apart from the rest.

Hovland’s journey hasn’t been without its challenges. From dealing with the pressures of international tournaments to managing the expectations of a growing fanbase, there’s been plenty on his plate. And this is where Kristin Sorsdal’s presence has been invaluable. She’s helped him navigate these challenges with grace, ensuring that he remains focused on his goals and doesn’t get bogged down by the noise.

Achievements and Accolades

It’s hard to talk about Viktor Hovland without mentioning his impressive list of achievements. From winning the U.S. Amateur Championship in 2018 to securing multiple PGA Tour victories, Hovland’s resume is nothing short of stellar. But what’s really impressive is how he’s managed to stay grounded despite all the success.

Here’s a quick rundown of some of Hovland’s key achievements:

2018 U.S. Amateur Champion: Hovland became the first Norwegian to win this prestigious title, putting him on the map as one of the top up-and-coming golfers.

Low Amateur at the 2019 Masters Tournament: Hovland’s performance at the Masters earned him the title of low amateur, a testament to his skill and composure under pressure.

PGA Tour Victories: With multiple wins on the PGA Tour, Hovland has established himself as a force to be reckoned with on the global stage.

These accomplishments are undoubtedly a result of Hovland’s talent and hard work, but they also highlight the impact of having a solid support system—namely, Kristin Sorsdal.

The Synergy of Kristin Sorsdal and Viktor Hovland

What Makes Their Partnership Special?

It’s one thing to be successful on your own, but it’s another to achieve greatness with someone by your side. So, what is it about the Kristin Sorsdal and Viktor Hovland partnership that makes it so unique? For starters, it’s their shared commitment to excellence. Both Sorsdal and Hovland are driven individuals who are constantly striving to improve, and this drive fuels their partnership.

Another key aspect of their relationship is trust. Hovland trusts Sorsdal to handle the off-course responsibilities, freeing him up to focus entirely on his game. This trust has been built over time, through shared experiences and a mutual understanding of each other’s roles.

And let’s not forget the personal connection. While their professional relationship is vital, it’s their personal bond that adds that extra layer of depth. They understand each other’s strengths and weaknesses, and they know how to push each other to be better. This synergy is what sets them apart from other athlete-manager duos.

Impact on Hovland’s Career

There’s no denying that Viktor Hovland’s career has been on an upward trajectory since partnering with Kristin Sorsdal. Her influence is evident in the way he carries himself on and off the course. Hovland has become known for his calm demeanor, even in the most high-pressure situations—an attribute that can be partly credited to Sorsdal’s steadying presence.

Moreover, Sorsdal has been instrumental in helping Hovland build his brand. In today’s sports world, being a successful athlete isn’t just about winning; it’s also about connecting with fans, engaging with the media, and establishing a presence beyond the sport itself. Sorsdal’s expertise in these areas has helped Hovland navigate the often tricky waters of fame, ensuring that he remains true to himself while also growing his profile.

Conclusion

The story of Kristin Sorsdal and Viktor Hovland is one of partnership, perseverance, and shared success. While Hovland may be the one in the spotlight, Sorsdal’s contributions behind the scenes are invaluable. Their collaboration is a testament to the power of teamwork and the importance of having the right people in your corner. As they continue to forge ahead in the world of golf, there’s no doubt that this dynamic duo will leave an indelible mark on the sport and beyond.

So, the next time you see Viktor Hovland sinking a perfect putt or hoisting a trophy, remember that there’s more to his success than meets the eye. Behind every great golfer, there’s someone like Kristin Sorsdal—an unsung hero who’s just as vital to the game as the player themselves.

#Victor Hovlandv #viktor hovland child #kristin sorsdal viktor hovland

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vinceleemiller · 4 months ago

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When the Enemy Surrounds | 1 Samuel 11:10-11

Are you surrounded by an enemy and feel like giving up?

Welcome to the Daily Devo. I am Vince Miller.

This week, we are in 1 Samuel 11. I've titled this chapter "The First Test of Saul’s Leadership."

Here's what's happening in this chapter. Saul has been appointed king. He returned to family farming because his time for fighting had not yet come. Then, the Ammonite enemy, Nahash, came against an Israelite city called Jabesh-Gilead. Saul heard about it and gathered three hundred thirty thousand soldiers at a Bezek, about 10 miles away. Then the people of Jabesh-Gilead, knowing salvation is coming, communicate some "disinformation" to Nahash in verses 10-11:

Therefore the men of Jabesh said, “Tomorrow we will give ourselves up to you, and you may do to us whatever seems good to you.” And the next day Saul put the people in three companies. And they came into the midst of the camp in the morning watch and struck down the Ammonites until the heat of the day. And those who survived were scattered, so that no two of them were left together. — 1 Samuel 11:10-11

Today's text contains two pieces of vital military intelligence for the people of Jabesh. First, it confirms that Saul will attack with three companies from three different positions. Second, it confirms that it would happen early, between 3 and 6 a.m. This military strategy is very strategic, given that Saul has never been in battle, as far as we know, and he has never led people into a battle in his life. He devised an unexpected triple-coordinated attack in the wee hours of the morning.

But I think the most interesting aspect of this text is how the men of Jabesh use this military intelligence. They use it to stall the Ammonites. At first read, it looks like disinformation, but it's not. It's actually a statement of truth, trust, and faith in God that salvation is coming through Saul, who has never fought a battle in his life.

Today, face your challenges in the same way. God has given you access to all the military intelligence you need. It's all found in God's Word. There is plenty of intelligence in it to help you plan a defense or offense. God's intelligence enables you to fight against a spiritual enemy that seeks to steal, kill, and destroy. And yet, I recognize that for some of you, the battle is close. The enemy has you surrounded. He has now infiltrated your ranks. He is bargaining with you and wants to make a treaty with you. But don't. Stall a little longer. Trust in faith. The God of your salvation is coming, and he is mounted with three companies of soldiers prepared to attack in the wee hours of the morning.

#FaithInTheBattle, #TrustGodsTiming, #DivineStrategy

Ask This:

How can you use the "military intelligence" found in God’s Word to prepare for and face the battles in your own life? Are there specific verses or principles that stand out to you as particularly relevant?

In what ways can you demonstrate trust and faith in God when you feel surrounded by challenges or difficulties? How can you apply the lesson of Saul’s unexpected victory to your current struggles?

Do This:

Do not surrender to the enemy. Surrender to the Lord.

Pray This:

Lord, when I feel overwhelmed by the battles in my life, help me to trust in Your divine strategy and stand firm in Your Word. Grant me the strength and faith to hold on, knowing that You are always at work, preparing the way for my deliverance. Amen.

Play This:

Surrounded (Fight My Battles).

Check out this episode!

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reedreadsgreek · 9 months ago

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John 16:1–4a

1 Ταῦτα λελάληκα ὑμῖν ἵνα μὴ σκανδαλισθῆτε. 2 ἀποσυναγώγους ποιήσουσιν ὑμᾶς· ἀλλʼ ἔρχεται ὥρα ἵνα πᾶς ὁ ἀποκτείνας ὑμᾶς δόξῃ λατρείαν προσφέρειν τῷ θεῷ. 3 καὶ ταῦτα ποιήσουσιν ὅτι οὐκ ἔγνωσαν τὸν πατέρα οὐδὲ ἐμέ. 4a ἀλλὰ ταῦτα λελάληκα ὑμῖν ἵνα ὅταν ἔλθῃ ἡ ὥρα αὐτῶν μνημονεύητε αὐτῶν ὅτι ἐγὼ εἶπον ὑμῖν.

My translation:

1 “These things I have spoken to you in order that you might not be ensnared. 2 They will make you out of the gathering; but an hour is coming that each one killing you will suppose he is offering service to God. 3 And these things they will do for they knew not the Father nor me. 4a But these things I have spoken to you in order that when ever their hour comes you may remember them, that I told you.”

Notes:

16:1

The substantival near-demonstrative pronoun ταῦτα, probably referring to the content of 5:18–27, is the direct object of the perfect λελάληκα (from λαλέω) and ὑμῖν the direct object. The perfect-tense of the verb emphasizes the ongoing validity of the words.

ἵνα with the negated aorist passive subjunctive μὴ σκανδαλισθῆτε (from σκανδαλίζω “I ensnare, cause to stumble, cause to fall away”) indicates purpose with λαλέω above (NRSV, HCSB: “to keep you from stumbling”; NIV, NET: “so that you will not fall away”).

16:2

The adjective ἀποσυναγώγους (“put out of/excluded from the synagogue”; see note on 9:22) is predicate with ὑμᾶς, which is the direct object of ποιήσουσιν (from ποιέω); NIV, NET: “They will put you out of the synagogue”.

ἀλλά here is a coordinating conjunction rather than adversative (“in fact”, “further”, “what is more”; EGGNT), equivalent to αλλὰ καί “not only so but” (ZG). The subject of the futuristic present ἔρχεται (from ἔρχομαι) is ὥρα.

ἵνα is here epexegetical of ὥρα (as in 12:23) equivalent to τοῦ + infinitive (ZG), or perhaps equivalent to a relative particle such as ᾗ (“in which”) or ὅτε (“when”). πᾶς is attributive with the substantival aorist participle ὁ ἀποκτείνας (from ἀποκτείνω) which is the subject of the aorist subjunctive δόξῃ (from δοκέω; subj. after ἵνα). ὑμᾶς is the direct object of the participle (HCSB: “a time is coming when anyone who kills you will think”).

ἡ λατρεία (5x) is, “service [to God], worship”, from λατρεύω “I serve, worship”. In secular Greek culture the term referred to any kind of civic service, but in the NT exclusively refers to cultic temple service to God. λατρείαν is the direct object of προσφέρειν (from προσφέρω “I bring to, offer”), which is an infinitive of indirect discourse after a verb of cognition; an indicative verb must be used in English with subject supplied (e.g., HCSB: “will think he is offering service to God”). τῷ θεῷ is the indirect object of προσφέρω.

16:3

The substantival near-demonstrative pronoun ταῦτα, referring to the actions of verse 2, is the direct object of the future ποιήσουσιν (from ποιέω). The unspecified subject of the verb is Jesus’s opponents.

ὅτι is causal (“because”). The construction οὐκ ... οὐδὲ combines τὸν πατέρα and ἐμέ as the compound direct object of the negated 2nd aorist ἔγνωσαν (from γινώσκω); most translations: “they have not known the Father or me”. The unspecified subject of the verb is Jesus’s opponents.

16:4a

ἀλλὰ here is ‘a resumptive particle, verse 3 being in the nature of an explanatory parenthesis’ (ICC).

ταῦτα is the direct object of the 1s perfect λελάληκα (from λαλέω) and ὑμῖν the direct object.

ἵνα + subjunctive indicates purpose with λαλέω above.

The dependent clause introduced by the indefinite temporal particle ὅταν modifies the main verb μνημονεύητε below. The subject of the 2nd aorist subjunctive ἔλθῃ (from ἔρχομαι; subj. after ὅταν) is ἡ ὥρα, modified by possessive genitive αὐτῶν. “Their hour/time” refers to the moment of the unbelievers’ (temporary) victory over Jesus at his death.

In the main clause, αὐτῶν, referring to ταῦτα above (Jesus’s words), is the genitive direct object of the present subjunctive μνημονεύητε (from μνημονεύω “I remember, keep in mind”; subj. after ἵνα). The ὅτι clause is epexegetical of ταῦτα. ἐγὼ is the emphatic subject of the 2nd aorist εἶπον (from λέγω) and ὑμῖν is the indirect object.

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Disclosing Excellence: MBBS at North Caucasian State Medical College, Russia

Introduction:

Embarking on a medical career may be a transformative travel, choosing the correct institution is fundamental. In this web journal post, we'll investigate the distinctive highlights of considering MBBS at North Caucasian State Restorative College (NCSMA) in Russia. From scholastic excellence to social submersion, let's unwind the reasons why NCSMA stands out as an uncommon choice for aspiring medical experts.

1. Scholastic Brilliance:

NCSMA is famous for its commitment to academic brilliance. The university's MBBS program is created to meet worldwide guidelines, with educational modules that coordinate hypothetical information and down to earth aptitudes. The staff, composed of experienced teachers and medical experts, guarantees that understudies get a comprehensive and modern medical instruction.

2. Accreditation and Acknowledgment:

One of the key qualities of NCSMA is its acknowledgment by universal bodies such as the World Well Being Organization (WHO) and the Medical Board of India (MCI). This accreditation guarantees that the degrees granted by NCSMA are universally acknowledged, opening entryways to medical homes and postgraduate studies around the world.

3. State-of-the-Art Offices:

NCSMA is prepared with a present day framework and state-of-the-art offices to upgrade the learning involvement. Cutting-edge research facilities, well-stocked libraries, and advanced medical hardware contribute to an energetic instructive environment, planning understudies for the challenges of advanced pharmaceuticals.

4. Multicultural Environment:

NCSMA offers a special social encounter. The college draws in understudies from assorted foundations, cultivating a multicultural environment that empowers collaboration and worldwide understanding. This introduction is priceless, planning understudies for the socially assorted healthcare scene they will experience in their future careers.

5. English-Medium Programs:

Recognizing the worldwide nature of medical homes, NCSMA offers MBBS programs in English. This encourages consistent communication for worldwide understudies, killing dialect obstructions and permitting them to centre on their ponders. The staff is capable in English, guaranteeing successful educating and mentorship.

6. Clinical Training and Internship Openings:

NCSMA places a solid emphasis on commonsense preparation. The college collaborates with driving healing centres and clinics to supply understudies with broad clinical presentation. The well-structured internship programs guarantee that understudies are not only well-versed in theory but moreover pick up hands-on involvement in genuine healthcare settings.

7. Affordable Instruction and Living Costs:

Pursuing MBBS in Russia isn't as it were about academic excellence but moreover around reasonableness. The college offers competitive educational cost expenses, making quality medical instruction open to a broader range of understudies. Furthermore, the taking a toll of living within the North Caucasus locale is sensible, contributing to a fiscally economical instruction.

8. Strong Understudy Administrations:

NCSMA is committed to the victory and well-being of its understudies. The college gives comprehensive bolster administrations for universal understudies, counting dialect help, counselling,and social integration programs. This commitment makes a strong environment that improves the by and large understudy encounter.

Conclusion:

North Caucasian State Medical College, Russia, emerges as a guide of greatness for those aspiring to pursue an MBBS in Russia. From its recognized scholastic programs to its multicultural environment and commitment to viable preparation, NCSMA offers an all encompassing medical instruction. Choosing NCSMA isn't a fair step towards a degree but a travel into a world of opportunities and development within the field of medication.

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Game Day Grandeur: Navigating Top-Notch Sporting Events Transportation

Introduction:

The thrill of game day is a spectacle that transcends the boundaries of sports. Whether it's the roar of the crowd, the nail-biting moments, or the jubilation of victory, attending a sporting event is an experience like no other. To elevate this experience, top-notch transportation services step onto the playing field, offering a seamless blend of luxury, convenience, and efficiency. In this exploration, we delve into the world of game day grandeur, uncovering the key elements that define top-tier sporting events transportation.

Luxury Fleet: Arriving in Style

The journey to a sporting event begins with the mode of transportation, and top-notch services recognize the importance of making a grand entrance. These services boast a luxurious fleet of vehicles, ranging from sleek sedans to spacious SUVs and even classic stretch limousines. The diversity of options allows sports enthusiasts to tailor their transportation to the occasion, whether it's a casual day at the ballpark or a high-profile championship game. Arriving in style becomes an integral part of the overall game day experience.

Professional Chauffeurs: Beyond Drivers

The chauffeurs of top-tier sporting events transportation services go beyond the role of drivers; they are orchestrators of a seamless experience. Well-versed in navigating traffic patterns and event logistics, these professionals understand the significance of timing, ensuring that attendees arrive punctually and are seamlessly transported to and from the venue. Their expertise contributes to the overall enjoyment of the day, allowing attendees to focus on the excitement of the game rather than the intricacies of transportation.

Tailored Packages: The All-Inclusive Experience

Recognizing that each sporting event is unique, top-notch transportation services offer tailored packages that cater to the specific needs of attendees. Whether it's a group of friends heading to a baseball game or corporate executives attending a major sporting event, these packages can include amenities such as refreshments, Wi-Fi, and even customized decorations within the vehicles. The goal is to provide an all-inclusive experience that enhances the enjoyment of the game day, making it a memorable and hassle-free affair.

Efficiency and Punctuality: Beating the Clock

In the world of sporting events, timing is everything. Top-tier transportation services understand the importance of efficiency and punctuality. Whether it's beating the pre-game traffic, ensuring a timely departure after the final whistle, or coordinating multiple pick-ups and drop-offs, these services excel in managing the clock. Attendees can relax, confident that their transportation needs are in capable hands, allowing them to fully immerse themselves in the game day excitement.

Exceptional Customer Service: A Winning Attitude

The journey to and from a sporting event is not just about transportation; it's about the entire experience. Top-notch services prioritize exceptional customer service, recognizing that the interactions with clients contribute significantly to their overall satisfaction. From the initial inquiry to the final drop-off, attendees are treated with courtesy and professionalism. Accommodating special requests, providing clear communication, and going the extra mile are all part of the winning attitude that defines these premier transportation services.

Cutting-Edge Technology: The MVP of Convenience

In the age of technology, top-tier sporting events transportation services leverage cutting-edge advancements to enhance the convenience of the journey. Mobile apps for seamless reservations, real-time tracking of vehicles, and in-vehicle amenities such as entertainment systems contribute to a connected and enjoyable experience. The integration of technology ensures that attendees can focus on the excitement of the game without any concerns about the logistics of transportation.

Security and Safety: A Priority Play

Safety is a paramount concern for top-notch sporting events transportation services. Rigorous vehicle maintenance, adherence to safety regulations, and thorough background checks for chauffeurs are all part of the commitment to providing a secure and worry-free travel experience. The focus on security ensures that attendees can enjoy the game day festivities with peace of mind, knowing that their safety is a top priority.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, navigating top-notch sporting events transportation is an integral part of the game day grandeur. From a luxurious fleet and professional chauffeurs to tailored packages, efficiency, exceptional customer service, cutting-edge technology, and a commitment to security, these services elevate the entire experience. Attending a sporting event becomes not just about the game itself but a seamless and enjoyable journey from doorstep to stadium and back. Choosing top-tier sporting events transportation is a strategic play, ensuring that attendees can immerse themselves in the thrill of the game day with unparalleled grandeur.

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Leor Media's Exquisite Wedding Services 2023

From Vows to Victory - Leor Media Welcomes You to an Extraordinary Wedding Season 2023!

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