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maribabyart · 4 years ago

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Do you have any Demon Martha headcanons? How do you think her reunion with Mrs. Mayberry (The teacher who paid for her assassination) in hell would go?

OK YES I HAVE HEADCANONS FOR THIS HERE WE GO --

MARTHA HEADCANONS <3

So, I’m gonna start with her before she died so I can fully get into why every part of her is the way she is as a demon.

Martha is light skinned Latina woman with family coming from Venezuela. Her mother has a much darker skin tone than her, but her father is far more light-skinned, where she gets her complexion from. While she was raised in America, her parents were immigrants. She was born at home, and she didn’t get a birth certificate until she was four, the year before she started schooling.

She has three older brothers. They were very rambunctious with Martha as a child, pulling pranks on her/with her, taking her hunting, etc.

She was raised out on a farm in the middle of a forested area in Kentucky. They raised cattle, sheep, chickens, and horses. Martha’s main job on the farm was to groom/ride horses and feed chickens.

She learned her sharp-shooter skills in a more intense version of something like 4H unique to her area. She was fantastic with a bow and arrow, and even better with her firearms.

Cannibalism was normalized in Martha’s life from a young age. She knew that it must be kept secret from the outside world, and that it wasn’t accepted. However, it wasn’t something she found to be horrid.

Her family -- and their close friends -- came from a long lineage of Satanic cultists that practiced cannibalism to purge any bit of, “soul” remaining in the corpses of their sacrifices. Due to this, Martha had evolved to be able to be immune to the ill side effects of cannibalism, along with the ability to not feel repulsed by the idea of eating human meat.

Her favorite part of the body growing up was the brain, and it still is to this day. She loves the frontal lobe slathered in spices and hot sauce.

She began her cultish killings at age fourteen, when she officially joined the cult of her family’s descent -- Compañerismo de la Fruta Prohibida (Fellowship of the Forbidden Fruit, a refrence to their following of Lucifer)

Martha didn’t love Raphael Peterson, or, “Ralphie”. She was married of to him at age sixteen, when she became a, “Woman” in the cult’s eyes. They were both meant to appear as an ideal couple so that people wouldn’t suspect them, as their parents before them have.

Ralph and Martha always saw each other as friends with benefits.

They moved to Dayton, Tennessee to start their family when they turned eighteen.

In Nashville, Martha started singing to music her husband played in Taverns. Think Dolly Parton style music. She sounded a lot like that.

Their first child was born when Martha was eighteen: Their daughter, Jolene Peterson. Two years later, they had their son, Beau Peterson.

Martha was always really involved with her kids’ school activities, and she was always volunteering to work events, and her kids were in every activity they could be.

She used her physical attractiveness to seduce and kill men.

While sex favorable, Martha is on the aspec -- greysexual (sexual pleasure is irrelevant to her, and she only engages in it to appease her partner generally. She only finds sexual attraction in people while in the act.) Because of this fact, Martha only has affairs for the sake of gaining trust to bring the men home so they can be killed and eaten.

When Martha was shot, the community villainized Mrs. Mayberry because the town darling, Martha Jane Nunez Robles-Peterson, would NEVER cheat, right? The situation was misread: Martha was just talking to Jarold Mayberry that night about t-ball-related things, right? He WAS the the little league captain for her 6-year-old-son’s league, wasn’t he?

Martha was gifted millions by the community, and people were insanely supportive of her. They wanted the sweet Martha they, “knew” to get better soon. They loved her so -- such a darling woman!

Her music became more well known, and soon, Martha was all over TV. Her big musical break came from when she auditioned for American Idol and made it. Her sob-story propelled her, and she eventually won.

Martha was a hero to everyone around her -- surviving a traumatic event that was uncalled for, while also being so damn chipper and kind.

Hell, did you guys see the background in one of those scenes?! Martha was canonly proclaimed a SAINT! People loved her that much.

She used the public trust to lure in more victims and never be suspected.

Martha was 28 when she died. Ralphie was 28 as well. Jolene was 10, and Beau was 8.

Ralphie managed to survive the explosion, albeit he was completely paralyzed, and the two children went to heaven. Ralphie repented during his last month alive, and confessed to his crimes. He was sent to heaven as well.

Martha and the children were declared to have died in a bear attack, as Compañerismo de la Fruta Prohibida covered up their true demise with ease.

People were heart broken -- Martha’s music was used in sad collages on Youtube, Tik Toks had Martha’s face in them for memorials.

No one ever realized her crimes.

Now! As a demon....

In hell, Martha picked up the alias Hero -- it’s what she was in life, right? I’ll be calling her Hero from now on.

Hero is both different and similar to how she was when she was alive. She’s still the got her kind-hearted, southern mama vibe going for her: She tends to be able to fit into any demonic crowd well, either by attractiveness or by sheer, overwhelming allure -- she’s a very magnetic personality.

As far as powers go, Hero’s are mostly related to firearms. She’s acquired these powers through deal making and soul dealing, as most demons do. Her charming aura very quickly lure people into thinking she’s naive or really just being honest with them.

Her nails can peel back to allow her to shoot from, “finger guns”. Each finger is a different gun, besides her middle and index fingers. They are both shotguns. Together, they make a double barrel shotgun.

When in full demonic form, Hero’s bandages become sentient. They peel away from her wound, revealing a minigun like weapon in the hole in her head. This can rapid fire while the bandages can grab onto things or hoist Hero up. She can make this last for five minutes -- ten at the longest -- before she gives out to sheer exhaustion and needs to eat demon meat to replenish herself.

Within her first week in hell, she was known to be powerful. Not quite an overlord, but powerful enough to hang around overlords.

She hit overlord status three months later, during the terf war seen in Hazbin Hotel’s pilot: She took several areas of land, and was seen to have several lesser demons flocking to be on her good side.

Hero used her land to build up a bar and grill that serves strictly demon meat and blood, where demons can play music and dance. It’s like a fucked up country dinner. It’s an insanely popular addition to Cannibal Colony, where she lives.

The place is called La Cocina de la Calle Kuru (The Kuru Street Kitchen)

Hero REALLY wants to get her hands on exterminator tools, but she’s not really a fan of black market deals -- it’s too “trashy” for her.

Hero knows Alastor pretty well, as he’s came in for meat and to watch the music. They’ve had pretty decent conversations while she was on break, seeing as they were both influential southern, cannibalistic serial killers. It’s a running gag between them where they jokingly talk about who was more iconic -- “I bet I took out more belles in a lifetime than you could in your entire afterlife!” “Well hon, at least I could eat the brains without gettin’ Kuru!”

She talks to Rosie a lot about business, and has met Niffty and Mimzy before. (Al hooked a bitch up with some friends lmao)

She REALLY likes Mimzy. She reminds her of Ralphie, and they became super fast friends.

Vox and Hero have a confusing sort of friendship, as neither really wants to be seen with the other -- In his case, because she’s much lower on the overlord spectrum than him, and in her case, because she’s no stranger to Alastor and Vox’s hatred for one another. However, she often finds herself consoling Vox on sleepless nights after closing up the bar, trying to convince him that Valentino is NOT worth his time. Beyond that and him occasionally paying her back in tech at random hours of the morning, they don’t talk often.

Hero LOVES dancing! Like, a lot.

She’s seen Charlie’s ad for the Happy Hotel. Her and Mimzy watched it, and they both thought it was the stupidest damn thing they’d ever seen. However, Hero said she was happy Charlie got up there, because she was just, “Cute as a button, that lil’ sweatpea was!”

Hero’s best friends are Mimzy and an unnamed demon who specializes in black market, extermination tool selling (the one seen in in Addict -- Cherri Bomb’s former lover).

These two people, and these two people alone, can call her “Martha”

Hero cooks whenever she’s stressed. She also adores sewing and binging soap operas and reality shows on Voxflix.

Hero’s Instagram would be, “HeroicMelodies” in reference to her music career and name.

Hero gets hit on A LOT, and she despises it. She doesn’t need to seduce people anymore to get away with murder, and she doesn’t want to. She dresses the way she does because she LIKES that clothing. People can fuck off.

The reason Hero is white and pink is to show how innocent she looks. Her pitch-black eyes show her dark soul.

Hero sings in Spanish to herself when cleaning up.

Sometimes, Hero and Rosie spend holidays going around with ground demon meat to throw to the hell crows and other critters. They find it peaceful.

Hero, shockingly, holds no hatred for I.M.P., and commonly jokes about how the I.M.P.’s, “Did her a favor” by sending her somewhere she can actually be her. She has no idea who called for the hit, though.

Hero finds Blitzo’s Instagram posts being poorly spelled to be, “Damn near precious”.

She thinks he’s a teenager, and probably would think it less adorable if she knew he was a grown man with a grown kid.

Hero doesn’t care about Mrs. Mayberry at all. Like, at all. She honestly assumes the woman is in heaven. She knew Mayberry wasn’t bad -- she probably wouldn’t care if she was in hell, though. Oh well. Sucks to suck, bitch.

Husk frequents La Cocina de la Calle Kuru to drink and engage in the gambling scene. Hero finds him trashy, but can’t say she hates him. She finds him funny as hell, and enjoys the business. Just not someone she’d personally hang out with.

#Helluva Boss #Hazbin Hotel #Martha #Demon! Martha #Hero #Alastor #Vox #Rosie #Husk #Niffty #Mimzy #Headcanons #Head canons #AU #Sort off?#Hell #Mrs. Mayberry #Ralphie #Murder Family

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elleonmybeloved · 4 years ago

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Field Day

Title: Field Day Author: PinkPerfume Fandom: Shall We Date? Obey me! Pairing: Asmodeus/MC Rating: Teen & Up Chapter: 1/? Tags: Demon & Angel Blood AU, Demons are slightly larger than in cannon by about a foot or two each, Secret Crush, Awkward pining, Asmodeus is hoe-rny as usual, Flirting, Leading up to that explicit rating in the second chapter cause you know me Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25145122/chapters/60926767

Summary:

Once a week, the human exchange students, accompanied by the seven demon brothers as well as Lord Diavolo and a few of his subordinates make a trip to a rocky place out in the wilderness of the Devildom to conduct physical testing on the humans’ developing abilities. Mary-Catherine and her fellow once-humans aren't sure why Lord Diavolo injected them with the demon and angel blood that gave them their abilities, but participation in the testing is mandatory. But if you forget the part where they're being tested like lab rats, it feels a lot like a fun school field day! Complete with packed lunches and a friendly sense of competition.

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“I hope you’re ready to eat my dust this time. I’ve grown two inches since last week.”

“Don’t get a big head. You got dog demon blood, not speed demon. Besides, not being able to spit acid at obstacles in your way is gonna slow you down.”

“I’d really appreciate it if you stopped doing that. Just because you look a lot more like a snake now doesn’t mean you need to act like one.”

“- Demon cobra. Not just a snake.”

“I know you’re proud of that, but honestly, I’m more jealous of the girl who got hawk demon blood. You know she has wings now, right?”

“What?! They shouldn’t let her participate in the race, it’s totally not fair.”

“It’s not actually a race, you guys.”

“Just because they’re testing us doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun with it. Lord Diavolo encouraged us to be competitive.”

Excited chattering and the rumble of the vehicle’s engine made for a charged atmosphere that Mary-Catherine was enjoying listening to, leaning her head against the glass of the window to hide her amused smile at the antics. Choosing to survey the odd shapes of plants and pigmented rock passing by outside as she listened, she angled her head so that the small tightly curled horns at her forehead weren’t scraping against the glass.

Once a week, the human exchange students, accompanied by the seven demon brothers as well as Lord Diavolo and a few of his subordinates made the trip to a rocky place out in the wilderness of the Devildom to conduct physical testing on the humans’ developing abilities.

Piled into some kind of all-terrain vehicle with such ridiculous ground clearance that Mary-Catherine had needed assistance to haul herself up into it, they were shuttled to the testing site. The vehicle was huge and had several rows of seats, so everybody just called it “The Bus.” Before them on the long straight road, the Demon lord’s sleek black limo - driven by Barbatos - led the way down the path.

Turning off on the dirt path, they pulled up to the site. As the passengers - twenty-five strong, counting the brothers - filed out of the vehicle, they cordoned off into groups like a separation of oil and water.

Mary-Catherine confidently placed herself next to the people she knew best. Donte - a young man with horned-toad demon blood who she’d never seen not dressed up in attractive punk outfits that suited his dark brown curls and yellow-green striped horns perfectly. Despite all the purple dust out here, she had yet to see any of it attach itself to his outfit.

Meanwhile, both her thick cargo pants and her usual red tank top already had a few purple smudges.

To his left, Emma, a curvy young woman in all black whose sharp feline teeth glinted against her dark lipstick, and though the pair of furry black ears at the top of head twitched invitingly, you’d have to be stupid to touch them - or any part of her - without her explicit say so. Her claws were just as sharp as her eyeliner and stung quite badly.

Mary-Catherine had never heard her give anyone that say so. Only repeated threats to anybody who would listen about just exactly the kind of dark apocalypse she would continuously rain on Diavolo and the demon brothers & co. until they returned her cat Lucy to her, or vice versa.

Standing aloof with a familiar thoughtful expression to her right, a picture of elegance and maturity that M-C only hoped she’d one day achieve, was Annika. The blonde witch had a silent strength and seemed the least phased about her residency in the devildom of all the humans Mary-Catherine knew. She even stood up to Lucifer on a regular basis.

Mary had to avoid flinching like a startled lamb every time he looked in her mere direction. In her defense, she was part sheep now, and she had no reason to believe demon sheep were any braver than those in the overworld. Though as recent months had attested, they had the same urge for salt and were about 5 times faster than a regular one running at full tilt.

Once given their instructions, and oddly-shaped “evaluators” to attach to their D.D.D.s, the four of them plus a few she was less familiar with made off for the climbing ground. As usual, the groups moved around three areas in a rotation. A rock-littered circuit of road for testing speed, agility, and endurance, a level field of purple grass and several small, dead-looking trees with painted orange Xs on them that served as a combat ground for testing offensive abilities, and a large outcropping of porous green rock to test their ability to scale rough vertical terrain.

Something of a makeshift security team, the demon brothers spread out to stand their usual guard over the three groups. Considering their powers and how each demon towered at least a foot over any regular human even in their “human” forms, on their very first outing Mary-Catherine had foolishly assumed none of the other occupants of this realm would dare try to attack the group.

Grimacing as she tied up her hair and prepared to climb, she tried to blink away the image of the explosion of goop and gore and the charred remains that had been left of the few dissenting demons who’d scarcely touched her human companions before Satan had reduced them to pulp. Though unsure of how Lucifer had torched the ones who’d gone after his group, she was pretty sure she’d never get the image of their blackened skulls out of her mind.

“What’s with the long face? You’re still the reigning champion of this rock, goat-girl.”

Looking up, she recognized the self-proclaimed “cobra” guy from earlier on the bus. Despite his competitive statement, the grin on his face was friendly. His curly black hair and olive skin tone made for a vivid contrast against his vertical pupiled green eyes. She’d seen him a few times at breakfast and wasn’t certain but she thought his name was Kevin?

“Oh nothing. I was just wondering if they were going to make me lick more rocks today. Kind of reminds me of when I used to chaperone church summer camp and all the kids would collect rocks and dare each other to hold it in their mouth for twenty seconds or eat a worm.”

Mary-Catherine paused, “-But my horns alone would’ve been even more scandalous than the time one of the adults caught someone with a Harry Potter book sooo I guess it’s not really that similar!”

“Oh trust me I doubt my mamá would be happy to see what I look like now, but that doesn’t mean I would say no to a chance to become spiderman.”

“Hey, if anybody is becoming spiderman, I think it might be me.” Donte spoke up from behind them, looking incredulously at his hand which was pressed against the wall of rock. “Check this out.”

He then demonstrated how with an odd suction noise, his hands clung to the rock of their own accord. Prying them off and then repeating the motion, he got better at the detachment process with each press.

“Maybe poisonous demon frogs can stick to things?” Mary-Catherine mused. “I watched this discovery channel episode on tree frogs once that explained how their secretion of toe pad mucous-”

“-Mucous?!?” Donte scrutinized his hands in dismay, but after finding no such secretions he breathed a sigh of relief. “The only thing getting on my hands is this rock while I climb it’s ass. See you at the top!”

Pressing the start button on her evaluator, she climbed up after him, hearing Kevin start his descent as well. She’d gotten a bit of experience with this sort of outdoors stuff at previously said church-camp, but that was nowhere near her current condition, as she easily overtook both of her human companions with no regard for the steepness of her path. Back then, she’d needed a hardness and ropes. Now, she sought out each handhold instinctively like the top of the rock was calling her.

“At least I’m not bleating.” She sighed, and from below her Kevin barked out a laugh.

“I imagine it would come out sounding more like a warbled growl.” He said. “I’ve seen the pictures you know.”

“Hey- don’t go looking at a girl’s demon pictures!” A girl lower down on the rock called up to them.

Mary-Catherine blushed and hastily pulled herself up the remaining few feet of the rock and rolled to the side as she clicked stop on her evaluator.

“Not her pictures, the pictures of whatever they injected her with!” Kevin complained, but M-C could hear the mirth in his voice.

Walking over to a smoother patch of rock, she sat down to wait for the rest of them to finish their climb. Gazing at the ground far below her, she noticed Emma and Beelzebub talking next to a couple of camp-chairs.

She had noticed before that as an act of cat-less mutiny, Emma often refused to take part in the tests, but as M-C watched her speaking amicably with the demon beside her, who was eating… something round and dripping a brightly colored liquid she could make out from here, Emma gestured towards the rock several times with a wistful expression.

Rising to get a better look, Mary-Catherine began absent mindedly stretching, catching her ankle and bending her leg with a gentle pull.

It was a bit too far for her to make out exactly what they were saying - though some of her genetically enhanced fellow humans probably could - but M-C imagined that Emma was saying something along the lines of how much she wanted to climb the ‘actual shit outta that rock’ but wouldn’t budge an inch until they gave her back her precious Lucy. Beel seemed to nod sympathetically and despite not halting in his eating process, continue the conversation.

And then he moved to grab another of whatever it was he was eating, revealing the other demon who had come to watch over the climbing group. Having used the absolute swole unit of his demon brother’s body to provide him with shade, the Avatar of Lust reclined elegantly in - well it wasn’t really a camping chair, but it looked like it could be collapsed and relocated - his seat, meticulously painting his nails.

Freezing awkwardly midstretch, both arms clasped high above her head, she was for the hundredth? thousandth? time struck by just how gorgeous of a man Asmodeus was. Not a man, she reminded herself, a demon. Good Lord in Heaven, those arms… he had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows to avoid getting nail polish on his shirt, and it exposed the beautiful lean muscle of his forearms. Burnt amber eyes focused intensely on his handiwork, his pale perfectly shaped lips pursed in concentration… he had an angular face that made him look like both like the dangerous being he was, and a sculpture of an angel at the same time.

As if aware he was being ogled, he paused his preening and turned his head, looking up her way at the top of the rock. Panicking, she hastily looked elsewhere, pretending to continue her stretches as if she hadn’t been meaning to glance in his direction…

Nothing to see here!

Soon the others joined her at the top of the rock, and with the protection of anonymity, Mary-Catherine risked another gaze his way.

Oh good, he’s back to working on his nails.

Getting caught looking at people was so awkward, hopefully he hadn’t thought anything of what he saw of her brief gaze. She was pretty sure she was safe, it was unlikely he was that interested in any measly humans anyways.

“So what was your score?”

Mary-Catherine spooked so hard she jumped, turning to give Kevin a wounded look.

“You’re a jumpy one, huh? Must be those prey instincts. Well, what was it?”

“A minute and forty three seconds.” Mary-Catherine said, wondering what kind of predator hunted sheep demons. Probably had lots of teeth.

“Guess I just need to be a minute and fifteen seconds faster next time.”

“I’m sure you can do it.” She said, giving him an encouraging smile. “If they ever decide to hand out a prize, you’ve got it in the bag.”

“Now there’s an idea.” Donte piped up, moving into step beside them as the group began to descend the smooth sloped side of the rock. “I already know what I want as a prize.”

“What do you want?” She couldn’t really think of anything a demon would have to give as a good present. She’d seen their food. And the mall. They had weird taste.

“Not telling.” Donte said in a cheeky tone that even she could read as being… salacious in nature. Annika gave him one of her disapproving mother looks and it just made him sprout a mischievous little grin.

“I’ve had my eye on a spellbook in Satan’s library I would very much like to have.” Annika said, as if trying to steer the conversation off the downhill path it was otherwise going. It was a good thing Emma wasn’t here or that’d be a moot effort.

“Uhhh, boring!” Kevin crossed his arms. “Come on guys, we’re practically in hell. I want a weapon or something with strong dark magic powers.”

One of the other girls agreed with him, and began a very enthusiastic conversation about swords and axes and other sharp pointy things. Mary-Catherine considered the question herself for a few moments, but the only thing she could think of was for Lucifer to give her her Bible back. He’d taken it away a couple weeks ago after she’d done something he hadn’t approved of and used it as an excuse to confiscate the book. She wasn’t even sure how he’d known she had it, but maybe he’d been under the false impression that she was religious?

Normally she wouldn’t have been upset about such a thing, but even though she was no longer the good devout Catholic girl her parents had raised her to be, her grandmother had given her that Bible. They’d been quite close before she passed away five years ago to lung cancer. She was much too terrified of the fallen angel to even try to get it back though. Regardless, as far as prizes go that was a bit more personal than she was comfortable with sharing.

“I think a week off school would be nice!” She said instead, and was met with a resounding murmur of agreement from the crowd.

“How about a whole month?”

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Under the protection of Belphegor and Leviathan this time, Mary-Catherine and her group took turns sprinting on the track. Unsurprisingly, Kevin’s dog demon-blooded friend blew all competition out the water. Once that guy got started he was like Usain Bolt on steroids. Though she put in the effort expected of her to avoid getting chided, M-C didn’t bother to run full tilt. She didn’t really like this part anyways. It was the most like a test, grueling and repetitive instead of fun, and reminded her of how she was here against her will.

She was grateful when they broke for lunch, gathering around a few hastily erected plastic tables. Taking the brown bag and two water bottles, she found a somewhat shady spot to sit under a scary looking tree and redid her sagging ponytail, lamenting the state of her side braid. She downed a whole bottle of water before getting into her food.

It was kind of funny, it was the same typical sandwich chips and apple combo she was used to on outdoor events like these, but the meat was purple and the lettuce that poked out at the sides was bright red. The fruit looked like an apple, but tasted like an orange and was the color of a banana.

She’d learned to just trust Lord Diavolo to know what humans could eat, and didn’t ask what everything was anymore. One of the transfer students had been curious at breakfast and as a result she had become aware of the fact that on several occasions she had ingested eggs from a reptilian demon species called an angiphore which looked like a cross between a platypus and one of those monstrous looking fish that lived really deep in the ocean.

The thought made her choke on her mouthful of water and most of it escaped out her lips down her throat to soak into the fabric of her top above her breast.

“Oh, gosh darn it.” Of course she had nothing to dab at it with. Well, at least the cool water felt kind of nice dripping down her neck, as hot as she was after such rigorous exercise.

“Oh my, looks like someone overestimated how much they could swallow~”

Mary-Catherine scarcely had time to process that someone had managed to approach her so silently before, bending elegantly at the waist, Asmodeus himself was already pressing a handkerchief against her neck with a chiding tut.

At her stiff reaction, he smiled, looking very much like the cat that ate the canary. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of sweetie, you’re not the first one to do such a thing.”

Mary-Catherine flushed and searched for a sufficiently indignant reply, realizing he was making fun of her. But before she could come up with something, he moved in closer, dragging the cloth against her bottom lip. It was such a shamelessly demanding motion, silencing her with ease.

“You must’ve been thirsty, poor thing.” He crooned, and M-C decided to swallow her pride and just enjoy the opportunity to get such a close up look at his gorgeous face. At this angle, she could see how long his strawberry-blonde eyelashes were as they brushed the smooth, immaculate skin of his cheeks.

“It’s… pretty hot.” The words were already on her mind, so unfortunately that’s what came out of her mouth instead of denying such an obvious trap.

It was worth it for the delighted, full-teeth grin he made. “I agree.”

His fingers skirted the hem of her tank top, and with a gentle pluck, he lifted the fabric to dab a few times at the wet top of her breast. But instead of lingering, with a simple wink, he retracted the handkerchief and stood up before she could even begin freaking out about it.

“Thanks.” She said when her brain caught up, as he started to leave.

“Any time, honey.~” He replied without turning back, and was soon out of sight.

Mary-Catherine gave a dry swallow and reached for her water bottle.

~~~

The rest of the afternoon proved uneventful. Oviumalum, or the certain species of demon sheep blood she’d been injected with, apparently had the ability to rapidly elongate and thrust out their 4 sets of horns in front of them like some kind of projectile impaler. Their horns were also a key ingredient in a certain type of hallucinogenic drug, when ground to a powder.

The meager set of horns on Mary-Catherine’s forehead was sharp, and made of the same components, but so far showed no signs of developing any projectile abilities. As such, she simply had to hold still while they took a sample of her horns, ears, and tail and then was free to sit on the sidelines for most of the hour.

Lucifer had handed her a textbook about the properties of various demonic plants and encouraged her to study during the downtime.

“Like many here, you would do well to improve your academics. Here.” He’d said in that aloof tone, like she was some filthy human bug under his boot.

“Oh…” She’d said. “Well, actually, that’s-”

“You’re welcome.” He’d cut off her attempt to decline with a glare. “I hope I see an improvement in your grade reports soon.”

Mary-Catherine couldn’t help but shut up after that and bitterly open the book in obedience. His crimson stare, like the blood she was sure he was not hesitant to shed, was just too frightening. But, more interested in watching the increasingly bizarre developing abilities of her fellow humans, she’d just skimmed the pages and pretended to read.

Beside Lord Diavolo’s delight at Donte’s newfound ability, nothing else of note happened. It was amusing to watch Emma claw several inch deep scores into a variety of materials she’d never assume could even be scratched, so that’s what she’d done until they’d blown their whistle to announce that it was time to return to the House of Lamentation.

Now, she was trailing after the gaggle of tired, test-tried students, thinking about whether she was going to bathe, sleep, or eat first when they got home.

“Heeyyy, M-C!”

Looking up from where she’d been zoning out staring at her D.D.D, she glanced around. Had somebody called her name?

“Mary-Catheriiiine!!” A girl was jogging towards her, waving a hand to get her attention. It took her a moment, since it wasn’t someone she was very familiar with, but she connected the face to a name before the girl reached her.

“Yes? - Um, Hoya, right?”

“Yeah.” The girl said, smiling with a - ah. Shark demon blood. - large set of teeth. “Can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course! What is it?”

“I lost my ring up on the rocks.” Hoya said, pointing to the climbing wall. “I can see where it is but I can’t reach it myself. Can you get it for me?”

“Sure!” May-Catherine chirped, but then bit her lip. “Uh, did you tell Lucifer? It’s time to go and I’ll be fast but we’re going to make them wait…”

“Don’t worry, I told him. He said it’s fine as long as I hurry.”

“Oh. Okay!” M-C said, but couldn’t help squinting a little skeptically.

“...He said they’re leaving in ten minutes with or without us.” Hoya admitted. “But it won’t take us that long!”

Mary-Catherine was already moving. “Oh gosh, well I hope you didn’t mention my name…”

Hoya jogged next to her, long smooth grey tail wagging oddly like a dog. “Uh, I did. Sorry!"

Mary-Catherine groaned and high-tailed it to the rock.

#obey me!#shall we date? obey me!#asmodeus #asmodeus x mc

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lilithsgayadoptednephew · 4 years ago

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Holy Hands

Fandoms: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Not Rated Graphic Depictions Of Violence F/M, Other Complete Work

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Chapter 37

"You did what?" Mammon had been pacing and yelling for quite a while, and he didn't show any sign of letting up.

"I already answered that," Acacia said in exasperation.

"I just...I can't believe... HIM?! " Mammon pointed wildly at Abaddon who was watching him freak out in mild amusement.

"Yeah we needed help" she shrugged. Abaddon chuckled in low clicks.

"Don't worry Magpie, I'll take good care of her." He winked suggestively and Mammon bared his teeth.

"Grrrrrrrr you won't be anywhere near –"

"Mammamamamman!" Acacia cut him off. "Knock it off, I got this." She smacked his ass as she walked past him to Abaddon. He jumped at the brazen action and his face went completely red as he watched her walk passed.

"We should probably be goi–" Abaddon started.

"Come on we got things to do!" She commanded with a wave as she strode past him. Abaddon rushed her, low to the ground like a centipede. When he reached her he drew up to full height and looked down at her, snarling menacingly.

"You do not make demands pet, you obey me." Acacia just rolled her eyes.

"Come on, now." She repeated.

"You can't just–"

"Ah! Nowwww"

"YOU INSOLENT C–"

"Come on greasy, times a wastin'" she turned on her heel and continued on her path. Abaddon stared flabbergasted after her.

"Hey wait! You can't just walk away from your master" he called pathetically as he ran after her.

Mammon had held in his laughter while he watched the exchange, but seeing the unhinged and widely feared Abaddon brought down to chasing his human was too much. He fell to the ground he laughed so hard.

Obviously Acacia was gonna be just fine.

0Three months ago

If only they had wings of their own, it would make the fall much easier to handle. They'd jumped and aimed for water but it didn't look like they'd be so lucky. The ground grew closer and their heart raced faster, they wouldn't survive the impact.

But they couldn't fail, they had to live, they would do just about anything to ensure their survival. They needed help, oh who could help them now? They prayed for help, any miracle or Deus ex machina to get them out of this.

Naturally, they were answered.

The wind itself seemed to slow their descent, rapping around them like a blanket and promising protection. They slowed to the point that touching down was as soft as a feather landing. Carefully they lowered themself to their knees and thanked whatever entity was their salvation.

They felt an unseen hand give two light pats on their head. A warm smile in the breeze told them exactly who had come to their aid.

Lilith always loved them without restraint.

Now they were safe on Earth, far from the brothers who'd been their family, far from Acacia who probably still needed them. They shook their head, fixating on their decisions would help no one. They had to move forward, a lot of work had to be done if they were to re-acclimate into society.

0The brothers knew their roles. Abaddon and his locusts were at their disposal. Diavolo and Luke hadn't betrayed them so far. There was no getting around it, Lucifer thought to himself.

Now was the time.

MC was given a task, one that was challenging he'd admit, but they'd been gone too long. He'd postponed for too long. Eventually he'd just have to accept that they had failed.

"Family meeting!" He called, and everyone started gathering at the familiar words. "We have all we can get to ensure our victory." He spoke, the brothers looked around at the people they'd managed to gather.

Abaddon was practically bowing he was bent so low, Acacia standing next to him with a smug grin. Diavolo hadn't spoken much to anyone but Lucifer, but his strength would be a serious help. Raphael listened from the edge of the room, not a part of the plan but still curious. All their allies were present except for one.

"We can no longer delay our attack, be ready at dawn."

0As the sun rose on the Celestial plain, Michael was well prepared for the coming attack. He'd been spying on the brothers' proceedings since the day they'd set foot in his land. He was overjoyed when MC decided to run away from the fight.

The brothers thought they were still in the Celestial Realm, but Micheal had followed them and Michael knew they'd fled to earth.

And there they waited for him. Once the battle was over and he had brought the brothers to justice he could go and claim his reward. He was practically trembling at the thought.

Now he waited, sword in hand, angels at his command, for the brothers to dare begin the fight that would surely be their last.

0There were thousands of them. Angels of all Creed's and strengths at Michael's command. Lucifer was the only one standing before them, the rest of his forces scattered across the Celestial Realm ready to make their move.

Michael chuckled down at the fallen angel. The one who'd always been the Father's favorite. The one who He has made to be smarter than Michael, wiser than Michael, purer than Micheal. The Father had created Micheal to match Lucifer only in power, to keep him in check should his pride grow out of hand. Today Michael would prove he was superior.

Today He would see which of them He should have faith in.

"Dominions! Take the Powers of the air and water to meet the demons of envy, gluttony and wrath. Take the Powers of fire and Earth to greet the demons of lust, sloth and greed." As he gave his orders and the Dominions and Powers departed, he turned back to the deceptively solitary Lucifer.

"Principalities, tell the angels we have already won. For Lucifer has come to face me alone."

0Levi sat in wait over the water.

His pets were at his call, yet still he felt vulnerable. His job, along with Beel and Satan, was to draw the Powers to the East. Belphie, Mammon, and Asmo waited to draw the powers West. Separating Michael from his forces was the best way to ensure Lucifer could defeat him, especially when they were weakened by the lack of human support.

He saw the Dominions approaching on the horizon. So many swarmed the air even the heavenly light from the sky was blocked. Like bats swarming and swooping for prey.

Levi stood strong and tried not to be afraid. His pets had never failed him, he had two of his brothers at his side, and if the worst came they could rely on Abaddon's locusts for help and even cover should they need to escape.

"Levi! The serpent!" Satan pulled him out of his thoughts. Levi snapped around.

"He has a name! "

"NOW IS NOT THE TIME!!!"

Geez fine, Levi raised his hands and reached for Henry 1.0s mind. He'd called the loyal snake before many thousands of years ago. He was out of practice, but the snake knew his call. The tide swirled and displaced with the volume of the beast rising from it.

The snake arched up sending billions of gallons spraying, dampening the wings of the assailants and sending many of them plummeting to the punishing depths.

"Yaaah!! Good boy Henry!!! Get em silly noodle." Levi cooed as if he was talking to a puppy and not a trillion ton harbinger of serpentine death. Even with the snakes assault the majority of the angels continued their descent.

And the battle began.

#obey me!#obey me fanfic #Holy Hands

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scrollingkingfisher · 5 years ago

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Gabriel Through the Seasons- Control and Self-Deception

An excessively long essay, by me.

Evening peeps! So the topic of Gabriel’s relationship with control came up in the discord last night and it resulted in an entire TED talk which I didn’t even know was in me. So here we go, all tidied up and ready for meta consumption!

So Gabriel’s complex relationship with control is written into his character from the very first time we see him on screen. In Crawford Hall, he orchestrates the whole thing- he punishes people, but it’s always from a safe distance, never getting his hands dirty. He's actively manipulating the Winchesters for the entire time they're there in a similar way. Illusions are one of the first ways that he uses to control situations and keep them at arm’s length- let’s call them his first line of defence. Through them he can distract and confuse, and it means he doesn’t have to get too close to the action, either emotionally or physically. He uses his illusions to give the Winchesters the impression they got the better of him, but really I think that was him sizing them both up, and using his persona as the trickster to keep some emotional distance from the situation- his second line of defence.

Next up- Mystery Spot. Gabriel's control complex comes out big time. The apocalypse is getting closer, Dean's played his cards, Gabriel's family-related trauma is rearing its ugly head from where he'd managed to stash it under all those layers of repression, and the situation is suddenly more immediate than he’d like. So what can he do, both to maintain distance from the situation, get some kind of control over it and to try and avert having to deal with his brothers? Oh look, a convenient vessel of the apocalypse! But he can't just tell him what's gonna go down, because that would require trust, and then the ball would be in Sam's court. Telling Sam what was going to happen would have meant relinquishing control of the situation, and he doesn’t want to get too involved either. Better to stay in his comfort zone of using his alter ego to teach Sam a lesson from a distance. It works out excellently, obviously. Sam is particularly good at cutting to the chase, over the seasons- probably because he has a similar (but not identical) relationship with control and autonomy. And that's the first time we really see Gabriel break character. Then we get to see what imo is probably closer to what he's really feeling. When somebody takes that control of the situation away from him, it makes him either scrabble to get his mask back on, or get incredibly angry and absolutely fucking lose it, or he gets overwhelmed and runs away from the situation. Which is exactly what he does on this particular occasion. Sam calls him out, Gabriel realises that he’s no longer in control here, he gives up on teaching Sam a lesson and he’s off.

Changing Channels is a whole ‘nother ball game. The complete control Gabriel takes over the situation- literally puppeteering them around his own sets- he’s eve controlling their environment. Throwing the Winchesters around and teaching them a lesson like he can't do with their angelic counterparts. Bullying them into playing their roles, because if he can't stop the apocalypse, he needs to feel like he has control over what's happening somehow, yeah? The angry outburst when Dean calls him out. And that anger when provoked is another recurring theme. If I had to guess, I’d say that the anger is another shield, his third and final defence- this time though, it’s a shield against himself, and his own emotions about his situation. Gabriel is not about facing his emotions head on. Repression is the name of the game, and like nearly everybody on SPN, he’s very good at it. And then, finally, the Winchesters know who he is and the layers of deception peel away. Gabriel can't hide any more; they know what he is. He can't run away. And he manages to keep it together, just, but I think it's a close thing, because the bitter resignation as he finally explains to the brothers what's going on? That's as honest as he gets.

Then we get to Hammer of the Gods, and this one's a little different, because as the audience we're seeing Gabriel's shields and attempts to control the situation from a slightly different angle. Gabriel is cool as a cucumber while he's with the other gods, because he NEEDS to be otherwise they'll slaughter him and he knows it (story of his life- he can never trust anyone), but as soon as he's alone with the Winchesters, he drops the act, if not the attempts to control the situation. Then he spends the rest of the episode desperately running around, trying to maintain a series of ever-more-convoluted deceptions, until he finally has to face Lucifer. And as much as I love Gabriel's return, it was absolutely in character here for him to pull one last layer of deception and nope out of the entire thing. He's stressed beyond belief. His brother just nearly stabbed him. He needs some RnR and several liquor stores.

Maybe that's why he lets his guard down with Loki and relinquishes control of the situation. And immediately it's proven why Gabriel can never let his guard down, even with his ‘allies’, because they fucking sell him. Cue eight years of torture.

Asmodeus was probably the literal worst thing that could have happened to Gabriel. Because if it had just been pure torture, I think he would have held up quite well. But Asmodeus stripped away Gabriel's control and autonomy. All of it. He’s a slave, but it’s worse than that, they condition him and break him until he doesn’t even run away. And that speech in Unfinished Business? Wow. He felt absolutely violated by what was done to him, and it's never explicitly talked about, but it's made fairly obvious what happened. When he comes back, he has no walls at all, no deceptions, no control over his situation or himself, and he spends the majority of the episode quivering in the back of his own mind. Sam eventually manages to coax him out, but not before showing weakness of his own by basically begging for help, and therefore handing Gabriel a little bit of control back. And then Gabriel finally at the end of the episode manages to gain back a bit of control over his life when he realises there's an opening to kill Asmodeus, and WHAM, the masks are back up, witty quip time, look at me I've got my powers back and I'm gonna burn you in a very Extra way because this rage inside has nothing at all to do with how you ripped my self-control away from me. And then Sam asks for help, and he sees a potential for someone trying to control him again, and obviously, he's gone.

Next up: Unfinished Business. Whoo boy there's a whole lot to unpack here. First off he's hunting the people who sold him. Not because they're posing a threat- they probably still thought he was still with Asmodeus until he started hunting him down- but because they caused him massive trauma and REVENGE SIDEQUEST has a better ring to it than fall-apart-alone-because-I-don't-dare-to-trust-anyone. And Gabriel has to have control over his own reactions even more than he likes to control the people around him. Gabriel never lets himself be vulnerable, even to himself. And he is hurt, and angry, so revenge quest it is! He starts before he's ready, because letting himself wallow is a no-go, so obviously he gets stabbed and ends up with the Winchesters again, because they're his least-worst option. He knows they're hunting for him, but he went to them, so he's in control, right? RIGHT! So he spins the Winchesters a story (dubiously realistic emotional mask of hot babes and decadence ahoy). But obviously Dean's that git who can't keep his fingers out of the emotional cracks, and he pushes a little too far and Gabriel loses control, and we see what Gabriel's feeling again. Or rather, what Gabriel's letting himself feel, and that’s all anger. But under it, reading between the lines, there's the emotions that he can't control, that feeling of incredible vulnerability and violation, of having your control taken from you. And that carries through to when Loki, who obviously knows him, who Gabriel has obviously confided in previously ("boohoo, Gabriel with his mean older brothers"?), uses his knowledge of that vulnerability to absolutely rip into him, to really grind in the point while he's helpless, and even after he's defeated (by Sam throwing him the sword, not by Gabriel being able to do it himself), there's no celebration, there's no witty quips, because Loki tore down Gabriel's self delusions of control. It's an empty victory. And we see that in the scene outside where he's talking to Sam. The shields are back up, he has control of the situation and himself, and he knows that Sam knows he's faking being "swell" but at least going with the Winchesters provides something to do, a little more control for a little longer. But inside? He's even more vulnerable now, because Loki took away any sort of internal defences he might have had with his little parting speech. This is where his descent begins. His expression when Sam turns away? Absolutely hopeless and dead inside. His self-defence of anger is gone, and that's not a good thing.

I haven't watched the rest of the episodes quite as obsessively, but I'll still do the broad strokes. Getting it on with Rowena? Exercising power and autonomy over his own actions, with a healthy side-helping of "Could a depressed person do this??" He doesn't have as many problems with confronting Lucifer as one might expect, but then again, he's in control. He's got Lucifer drugged up to the nines before he even drops his disguise, and then he takes gleeful advantage of the situation to play with him for a little bit because finally, he's got control over that brother who caused him all that anguish! Revenge is almost second nature at this point. But he never breaks character through the entire confrontation. He maintains that emotional distance. Fast-forward into the apocalypse world, and I think Gabriel is genuinely deeply upset by his inability to heal Sam. One more time where he was absolutely helpless to do shit all, he has no control over the outcome, and he's not raging this time, but he's quiet and withdrawn, and that's a bad sign because he's nearly fresh out of coping mechanisms. Then Lucifer comes back. Gabriel spends the next however long scouting way way out ahead or skulking on the edges of camp, because he knows that this time, the ball will not be in his court, and at the end of the day Gabriel likes to avoid confrontation when at all possible, because why risk it? And we see him slowly sinking deeper into that depression, those thoughts that he'd managed to put off earlier through anger and revenge. He has no power. He has no control over what happens to himself or anyone else. But he manages to hoist the shields up reasonably well when Lucifer corners him, enough to get in a few good quips. But they're pretty damn transparent by this point. He's not cocky any more as he chews Lucifer out. He's just tired. And then Michael attacks, and, well. What do you do when you have no more power over your own trauma, no more leverage or self-belief, and the only control you have is which metaphorical train you throw yourself in front of?

Gabriel sees one last opportunity to take control of his destiny.

And he takes it.

#Gabriel #meta #supernatural #my metas #spoilers for up to s13 #implied suicide #because I don't think he ever intended on lasting long

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addictedtostorytelling · 5 years ago

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Do you have any favorite lines from ER? I saw your favorite episodes gifset

hey, @amidalas-shadow!

fun question! i am a sucker for er dialogue, so i have many, many favorite lines.

i put a bunch of ‘em under the “read more.”

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inspirational lines

“you set the tone.”—david morgenstern, mark greene, and john carter (at various points throughout the series)

jc: “i thought i was gonna be sick. i’m sorry.”mg: “don’t ever say you’re sorry. see, there’s two kinds of doctors: there’s the kind that gets rid of their feelings, and the kind that keeps them. if you’re gonna keep your feelings, you’re gonna get sick from time to time. that’s just how it works… people come in here, and they’re sick and dying and bleeding, and they need our help. helping them is more important than how we feel.”jc: (nods)mg: “—but it’s still a pain the ass sometimes.”—john carter and mark greene, episode 01x01 “24 hours”

ch: “i just wanna be happy—and i’m so afraid i never will be.”dr: “you will. you will.”—carol hathaway and doug ross, episode 01x25 “everything old is new again”

jc: “it’s not that i dislike surgery. it’s been incredibly challenging. the training has been excellent. you are a wonderful surgeon and a fine teacher.”da: “get to the point, doctor.”jc: “i admire surgeons and surgery, but it’s not the type of medicine i want to practice. i can be a competent surgeon; i can learn the techniques, the mechanics. but i’ll never be a great surgeon. dr. anspaugh, i can be a great doctor—a doctor who spends time with his patients, who’s there for them. i’m good at it. really good. i can make a difference in people’s lives. don’t make me give that up. please don’t make me waste it.”—john carter and donald anspaugh, episode 03x22 “one more for the road”

lk: “i thought we were saving her.”jc: “no. we were giving her her only chance.”lk: “that’s not good enough.”jc: “it has to be.”lk: “no, it doesn’t.”jc: “some patients get to you more than others, i know. but when you do everything that you can—sometimes even more than you thought you could—you gotta walk away knowing you fought the good fight. you fought the good fight, lucy. tomorrow you’ll fight another one.”—lucy knight and john carter, episode 05x08 “the good fight”

ch: “i have to go find out.”lk: “find out what?”ch: “if [doug’s] still in love with me—because i’m still in love with him. i am. i’ve been in love with him since i was twenty-three years old. he’s everything to me. he’s my life. i feel complete when i’m with him, and i feel empty when we’re apart. he’s the father of my children, and he’s my soulmate.”—carol hathaway and luka kovac, episode 06x21 “such sweet sorrow”

“forget superman; i’ll take mark greene.”—abby lockhart, episode 08x20 “the letter”

“be generous—with your time, with your love, with your life… be generous, always.”—mark greene, episode 08x21 “on the beach”

gp: “what’s up, frank?”fm: “you know, i always believed that nothing ever really changed. i’m old enough that i know that there’s always gonna be trouble—war, taxes; bad guys now are pretty much the same as bad guys have always been. but that’s not how i feel today. i feel like the world’s getting worse and worse and worse, and what we’re watching is the slow, steady descent of the human race.”gp: “no. no, i don’t buy that. i think that, um, today was just a rough day for the home team.”—greg pratt and frank martin, episode 13x01 “bloodline”

“you know, nine years ago, i had—my marriage was over, my mother was in a mental institution for the seventh or tenth time—i don’t know—and i drank a lot. a lot. and i had reached this—you know what? i—one morning, i woke up in this apartment, and i had no idea how i got there, next to some guy i didn’t even remember meeting, and he was going through my stuff, looking for money so he and his buddy could get a fix. so i ran out of there, and i went downstairs, and i tried to get a cab, but i had no idea where i was, and it was five o’clock in the morning, and there were no cars on the street, so i just—i just sat down on a stoop, and i just—i waited for something to happen. and at that moment, i’m telling you, i knew—i mean, i was positive!—that happiness was something i was never going to find. i’m just trying to tell you that things can change. they can get better. even if you don’t see it, they can.”—abby lockhart, episode 13x14 “murmurs of the heart”

sad lines

“a man came in today. he sat there and watched his wife die, and he helped her to die, because she was in so much pain, and he loved her. but we didn’t have that kind of marriage, did we, al? we didn’t love, we didn’t cherish, we didn’t respect, and now you’ve killed me!”—jeanie boulet, episode 03x05 “ghosts”

“doug? i don’t want to wake up alone tomorrow.”—carol hathaway, episode 05x15 “the storm,” pt. ii

“he’s still my baby, peter. i’m supposed to take care of him. i feel like somewhere, sometime, he’s going to be sad or cold or scared. who’s taking care of him? who’s being his mother?”—jackie robbins, episode 08x01 “four corners”

ec: “your brother believed me when i told him he’d get better—it didn’t matter where he was, how he felt, what the doctor said. i told him he’d get better. he died believing me.”jc: “no, he was pretending for you—that was another one of our secrets. i was supposed to not let you be sad. i was supposed to make you forget. to make you happy. he made me promise to make you happy. i’m sorry, mom.”—eleanor carter and john carter, episode 08x14 “a simple twist of fate”

“kem? they’re gonna come down and take us to our new room soon, and when they come, they’re gonna take the baby, and we’re never gonna see him again. i don’t know what the right thing is to say. i don’t know what the right thing to do is. it was an accident! it was nothing that you did wrong. it was nothing that we did wrong. it just happened. i love you, and i wanna spend the rest of my life with you, but we have to say goodbye to our son now. i have to help you to do that, and i don’t know how to do that. please help me. please.”—john carter, episode 10x21 “midnight”

funny lines

mp: “are you married?”sl: “no, i’m a doctor.”—male patient and susan lewis, episode 01x01 “24 hours”

“what can i say about mark greene that hasn’t already been said? i think everybody knows how he overcame adversity as a child of quakers, his years in exile, his political writings and limericks, his mod period with the turtlenecks, his blue period, and of course his ruthless march to power and the silencing of his rivals.”—doug ross, episode 02x03 “do one, teach one, kill one”

“you are wedges. the wedge is the most primitive tool known to man. that is you. you think you know what you’re doing. believe me: you don’t. breakfast with your senior surgical resident, dr. benton, will begin in fifteen minutes. dr. benton is an intern’s worst nightmare. he’s smarter than you, he never eats, he never sleeps, and he reads every medical journal, no matter how obscure. he is the antichrist, beelzebub, lucifer—a devourer of wedges! you will go to sleep at night wishing plague and pestilence on his unborn children, and you will wake up every morning praying for his approval. you won’t get it. welcome to hell, ladies and gentlemen.”—dr. melvoin, episode 03x01 “dr. carter, i presume”

sidebar: if any of my followers from the csi fandom are reading this, dr. melvoin is played by wallace langham, aka david hodges, so imagine the above spectacular rant being delivered in his voice. also, bonus points ‘cause he’s talking about “wedges.”

sl: “first of all, i order a manhattan, straight up, two cherries. he orders a ‘fruity yet selfless’ glass of carbernet.” mg: “what does that even mean?” sl: “i have no idea! then he talks for forty-five minutes about his ex-girlfriend, whose name also happens to be susan: how much he loved her, how much he wanted to marry her, how he wanted to father her five or six children—and, by the way, do i want children? do i want five or six children?” mg: “okay, tad could be worse.” sl: “i’m not even there yet, mark. i look over, and he has this drop of red wine hanging from his nose.” mg: “what?” sl: “you heard me! this puny, little blob, just hanging there. so of course, i cannot take my eyes off of it! is it gonna fall? is it gonna hang there all night? is his skin going to absorb it?” mg: “how did it get there?” sl: “mark!”mg: “no, really! how did you get your nose that far down into a wineglass? what, was he smelling it, or—?” sl: “mark, please!”mg: “okay, what happened?”sl: “i went to the bathroom and snuck out the window.”mg: “you’re kidding.”sl: “nope.”mg: “wow.”—susan lewis and mark greene, episode 03x02 “let the games begin”

kw: “did you even take the hippocratic oath?!”rr: “i had my fingers crossed.”—kerry weaver and robert romano, episode 07x03 “mars attacks”

sw: “don’t touch me!”nr: “try not to move. i’m a doctor. you may have broken your ankle.” sw: “if you’re a doctor, i want a second opinion.”nr: (to abby) “okay, dr. lockhart, would you care to give a second opinion?”al: (to snotty woman) “sure. your ankle may be broken—and you’re a bitch.”—snotty woman on l platform, neela rasgotra, and abby lockhart, episode 12x02 “nobody’s baby”

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there are probably tons of others, too.

if you ever want any of these moments—or any others from the show—giffed, lemme know, okay?

thanks for the question!

#answered #amidalas-shadow #asks: er #er #nbc er #let's talk shop

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renegadesrpg · 3 years ago

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Dark Angels: Creation. Part 40. Anchors and Allies. Declan

Solo. *I’d watched as Sin made his preparations to enter the Aether. I’d watched him cast the spell, watched the flames burst upward at the addition of each ingredient, and watched as his soul left this plane. And now I stood guard, both against intruder and as his anchor to this world. His image was still here, sitting on the floor, cross-legged and barefooted in front of the brazier, translucent and flickering. A tiny bit of his soul left behind as he walked the paths of power. For all his power and strength, Sin was not a god and only gods fully entered the heart of the Aether. Sin had told me it was a place where he could lose his way and become trapped if he didn’t have something to help him pull free. After all, he technically was only a disembodied soul. Being Death’s First gave him tremendous power, but not enough to go there and back without a tether. The Creator had made that plane for gods and angels alone. Oh, Sean and the others had risked meeting together at the edge of it when they needed privacy from the Horseman. Even as a dead angel, Zav’s grace and ethereal magick still had allowed them access to the misty edges, but that was as far as they could go and no one else, supernatural or mortal, was getting even that far. Except for Sin. Sin’s unique. He’s not mortal, or angel, or god, but he has tremendous power that owes nothing to either earth or ethereal magick. Death has its own power. The magick he wove to enter the Aether had been taught to him by the Fates, the sisters of the Creator, after he’d rebelled against the Horseman. The Fates had watched Sin from his human childhood some 35,000 years ago. I don’t know it for fact, but I’d bet they’d had a party when he accepted the Horseman’s gig and an even bigger one when Sin rebelled against him. Apparently they hadn’t ever had faith in the Horseman’s deal with the Creator, but had always had great belief in Sin’s ability correct things. Even thousands of years ago they could see the Horseman’s growing corruption through the choices he made. When Sin finally rebelled a thousand or so years ago Clothos, the eldest Fate, had walked in his dreams and given him the spell that enabled him to meet with them on the Aetheric plane and taught him how to use Death magick to power it. There was a risk, she’d warned him, but if Sin remained anchored to another plane, he would be able to return to it. Through the centuries the plane and the anchor had varied. At the moment he was stuck with a ghost wolfen whose soul he owned. Not that I’m complaining. Having my soul belong to him was a better gig than anything else I’d been offered after death. My soul wasn’t ready for ascension and being born into a new life didn’t guarantee I’d find Celia again. Sin had been out of the business of creating reapers and regularly escorting souls by then, but he’d been alerted by the Fates that a bonded pair of wolfen was fighting with our reaper about going to Alyssia for our souls pre-rebirth R&R. He’d warned off the reaper and made us an offer, explaining that staying on earth as unattached souls would result in our eventual descent into insanity. Before his split with the Horseman he could have enlisted us in the reaper corps, our souls belonging to the big boss, he’d said, but now being his servants and companions was the best he could offer us. He would hold our souls, yes, because that was the only way it could work, but his needs were few and he wasn’t demanding. That part had been both true and not true. He didn’t really need us, so the tasks we were assigned were easy enough and generally things we’d enjoyed doing as humans. But when he wanted something, he wanted it NOW. So Celia cooked gourmet meals for a being that didn’t NEED to eat but enjoyed it. I’d started as his man-of-all-work, maintaining his various warded refuges, but that had taken a backseat when he discovered my talent at making weapons. He’d discreetly contacted Aiden and had him teach me the art of making supernatural weapons and, with those weapons I’d covered Sin’s ass when he needed extra security.

Not often, but often enough. And Celia and I’d had the free time to enjoy each other, indulge our fondness for fast bikes without worrying about cracking them up, and do things we loved for someone we’d come to love. He became more than the holder of our souls. He became our Alpha and his inner circle our pack. The only thing missing in our post-death existence were pups. I think Celia regretted that more than I did, but, well, you can’t have everything, and I was just happy to have her. Ripples run through the wavy image seated at the brazier. For a sec I felt a moment of panic. He’s never told me how this anchor stuff worked, but my blood pressure dropped back to normal – well, if I’d HAD blood pressure it would have dropped back to normal – when my heightened senses detected the link binding us. Was this what he felt all the time? I wondered. In over 40 years, I’d never felt the connection until that moment. There was a steadiness to it now but when his image had rippled and I’d felt a strong tug, it was like a current was trying sweep him away. Not gonna say it didn’t’ get the adrenaline runnin’. But as I’d calmed down, I’d realized this was probably normal. He held my soul, but not literally. Hell, a ghost is nothing but a soul. No special powers, no magick, just soul. When we’re strong enough we can project a physical image like reapers can, but that’s it. Can’t literally be “held”. So the link between us was like a cord…a, what’s the word... a metaphysical cord that connects me to him. And when he’s in the Aether communing with the Fates or whatever, it connects him to this plane so long as I’m on it. The ‘tug’ was just me doing what I was supposed to. Being an anchor. The hairs on the back of my neck rise and my hand goes to the .48 at my back as I swiftly turn and crouch, two-handing the gun at the entity stepping through a portal at the ocean’s edge. The beach is the hardest area to keep warded, the constant ebb and flow of the salty water eroding the wards even in the half-world and even Sin can’t ward the ocean. It’s where he’s most vulnerable to attack, and, ironically, his favorite place in this world. As I recognize the being stepping through the portal, I lower the gun and drop to one knee on the wooden lanai, head bowed in acknowledgement. There’s not many I bow to, not even in Sin’s world, but she’s one of them. Lifting my head as she approaches, I stand, looking down from the steps to the sand.* You nearly got yourself shot Lady Freya. It’s not like you to just show up here. Is there a problem? *Freya stops a few feet from the stairs and tilts her head up to look at me, blonde hair streaming down her back, tiny warrior braids framing her face.* “It is just ‘Freya’ these days Declan. I think with all that’s happening you’ve gotten beyond the ‘worshipful obeisance’ phase of knowing me. If you ever had it.” *Offering me her hand as she climbs the steps, she gently chides me.* “Sin’s wards are very thorough and he maintains them even more meticulously in these times I’m sure. You should have known it must be one whom he allows past them. There are only a few of us and only Danu and I travel by portal. It’s good to see you’re vigilant, but you must be very edgy to draw a weapon at the opening of one.” *Taking the offered hand, I give her unneeded help up the stairs. A courtesy I’d learned from Sin.* Edgy is one way to put it, *I admit.* We’re near the time and we’ve had trouble both with the Horseman’s bully boys and demons that we think Lucifer is lending him. Sin’s in the Aether at the moment, La… Freya, looking for some answers. “Ah, and you’re his anchor as well as his guard. I understand your reaction now. But you must not feel you alone are responsible for his safety. Sin is never alone on the Aetheric plane. When he invokes the magick, he calls on help from the gods he trusts. Often it is Danu or I, occasionally Kali or Bastet, but this time I suspect he went higher. We do not have the answers he seeks, only the ability to keep him from losing himself in the eddies and shifts of the

plane. The Fates must be in play, and be assured, they have no wish to see him lost in the currents either.” *As she talks we turn to face Sin’s shimmering image.* That’s kind of relieving to hear. *Grimacing* You know he only tells us, any of us, what he thinks we need to know. He’s been in there a while now. I was beginning to worry I’d need to pull him out but he’s never told me how. *Remembering the courtesies now that I’ve been reassured everything’s going the way it should,* Will you wait for him out here or would you rather go inside? “You would not be able to “pull him out” on your own. Whoever is shepherding him on the other side would lend their power to strengthen your connection from their side. It would help him re-orient and find his way back. You would not find the jolt pleasant, but it would not cause lasting harm. However, it is unlikely that will ever be needed. Sin is stronger than even he knows and he has the Creator’s favor.” Her gaze lingers on the boss for a little longer, like she’s tryin’ to see what he sees, but then she turns back to me. “I did not come to see him. At least not yet. I came to see you. I need you to make some weapons. Weapons that can slay rogue reapers and demons.” *A lesser ghost’s jaw would have dropped. Freya had weapons aplenty, but none that would kill reapers. Only an angel’s blade or a reaper’s steel would kill a reaper and we kept a tight lid on who had them. There were reasons for that, Lucifer’s current fondness for killing reapers being one of them. As for demons…* Your blades can’t kill a demon? *She tosses her hair angrily.* “They should be able to. But we’ve had our own run in’s with Lucifer’s boys lately. He’s getting bolder. I can only assume he thinks the Horseman will be taking over the Creator’s role in the near future. I’m glad to hear from you that the end is near. Sin must challenge him very soon. But until then,” she smiles cagily enough that I know I’m not hearing everything – like Sin, I only get to know what she thinks I need to, “we need to be able to protect the realms. Our weapons have become less effective. I believe Lucifer has found some kind of charm or spell that prevents the weapons of Valhalla from doing lasting damage to his demons. We can wound, but, but short of cutting off their heads, they do not die and they heal incredibly quickly. Even cutting off their heads doesn’t actually kill them,” she snorts indelicately in disgust* Their bodies fall, unable to continue, but the heads live on, spewing venom, both literally and figurative.” At my skeptical look she answers my unspoken question, “Demons on the other plains do not adopt human form. We usually see them in their more natural state. Fangs, claws and all. The bodies of these monsters we can burn, but I must have 20 of the bloody heads locked up in the dungeon.” *My brow furrows in a frown as she talks. Unlike reapers, demons have physical bodies. Cutting off the damned heads should kill the fuckers.* So you need something that can kill demons, but why reapers? *She arches her eyebrow at me* Do you believe that the rogues are far behind? Especially if Sin fails. *She’s not wrong, but I know she’s not telling me everything. Still…* What kind of weapons did you have in mind? And know, I won’t give you anything without Sin’s OK on it. *Her beautiful face smooths back into a smile as she assumes she’s gained my cooperation.* “Swords, daggers, spearheads and arrowheads. We will bind the spearheads and arrowheads to shafts of rowan.” *Dubiously, I answer* The swords and daggers I’ve got. Arrowheads and spearheads I’ll have to cast and that’s going to take a little time. The forge is cold and it will take hours to heat it up enough. Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer metal shafts for them? I have some put back. Or how about just good-old bullets made from melted down reaper weapons? *She laughs at that.* “Guns are such ugly, inelegant weapons. Loud and they stink like demons after they’ve been fired.” Shaking her head* “Thank you, but no. I would not have time to

learn how to use one or to teach my people. And yes, I am sure about the shafts. The rowan will add to the magick. The Rowan tree is sacred to us and runes to make sure they fly true and harm only those with malice towards us will be carved into them. We will add our magick to yours in hopes that the unexpected combination will give us another edge. And do not worry about the forge,” she bows her head and closes her eyes for a moment before raising it and looking into mine. “It is now at precisely the temperature you need and the trough you use to temper the metal is filled with cold water.” *I could argue the “ugly and inelegant” part. Nothin’ prettier than a 9 mil when you’re surprised in an alley, but then, guns hadn’t saved me and Celia or our pack, now had they? Maybe she’s got a point. Quietly nodding at Sin,* Freya, I can’t leave him while he’s like that. I’m his anchor, his guard. “I will stay here to guard him while you work. As for being anchor… you will still be that regardless of where you are. Physical proximity isn’t the determiner of the bond’s strength.” She smiles, “Your commitment to him is. And that is very strong, indeed.” *For a few seconds I just stand there, eyes narrowed as I look into hers. There are secrets there, but no malice. Sin trusts her. But still…*I’ll get to it then, but you don’t get them until he’s back and okays it. I mean it Freya. And the forge is warded against everyone except for Sin and his inner circle. Not even Celia comes in, so you won’t be able to get to them. *She frowns, but there’s amusement in her eyes* Still you do not trust me? *A laugh follows* Well, you would be a poor bodyguard if you did. A good one trusts no one. It’s not a matter of trust, Freya, *shaking my head.* It’s a matter of Pack. I let down my mortal pack once. I won’t let down my immortal one. *The amusement dies from her eyes, replaced with empathy. She understands that this isn’t about trusting anyone. It’s about honor and the Goddess of War knows something about honor.* “I understand. Now go. I will take your place here.” *I watch as she turns from me, taking up a guardian’s stance. All the softness fades from her clean, defined features and her eyes become impassive. No one or thing will get past this warrior. With a nod, I turn and fade out, still feeling the cord that bound me to Sin firmly attached. An ally was standing guard and the anchor was holding firm. #TBC

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13x09 watching notes

This was my watching set up today:

http://bocken.gavle.se/kamera/

Mittens, like 2 days ago: "so are you going to finish your wayward sisters rewatch by next episode?" Me: "hahaahahahaha no... I have all Christmas and into January before the Big Day, right?" me, internally: "right?????? Oh god please think this is intentional and I've got a timeline for it" Mittens: "yeah :)" Me: "cool :)"

Expectations: Avengers Assemble!!

(Or at least the equivalent of the first half hour of it which puts them all together :P)

I want to love Kaia and in the 0.5 seconds I've seen of her smashing Jack in the face I absolutely do and I understand being protective of the nougat child but seriously look at it from her POV so how was that even wank I saw yesterday. But I also want a lot more Kaia so that I can love her for other reasons, because "punched the nougat child" is understandably unsustainable.

Don't particularly need her to be introduced with the exact same shot Alex AND Claire were introduced with especially as I watched 9x19 second to last and will watch 10x09 but I have a worry since Jack was busting her out of somewhere and it would make Cas to Claire parallels for Jack's sake to be Cas :P

This is Berens though and he loves him some Wayward Sisters, and there doesn't seem to be much reason to worry about anything. They'll give us a midseason cliffhanger but THOSE are cool, and they'll set it up for the girls to deal with so that's VERY VERY cool, so my one and only concern and not in a paranoid character stanning way but an "oh no" is worrying Jack will fuck up and take it even MORE badly and go from trying to help to full on unstable descent as he starts to think he can't be saved from being evil... but no biggie :P Because of the nature of the entire enterprise it's pretty hard to be concerned about what happens to Sam and Dean just because the story is briefly leaning away from being ABOUT them. And more like happening TO them, that they end up needing to be rescued. So I have like... no worst case scenario for them that would upset me.

So I hope, as a real consideration, as the 2 rando gruff old hunters the girls meet, they don't come across too poorly because wowza doing the WS watch has made me realise how often when a leading lady is the star of the episode, Sam and Dean are used for casual misogyny to empower their arcs, and OBVIOUSLY that's how it just IS for women and all but when you're rooting for these guys in all the OTHER episodes, being reminded that even when they're normally mostly chill guys as soon as you flip it around and write a woman in their world obviously they're gonna fuck up and it would be unrealistic for them NOT to considering how ingrained it is in the way men are raised in society and blah blah blah this rewatch is taking me Too Deep but they got to stop telling the woman to stay behind and they can handle it because they might think "because we're the professionals" but I got to tell them how it looks from another perspective sometimes, and I feel exhausted on Jody's behalf all of a sudden :P

Anyway based on Jack running around grabbing Kaia and trying to do something heroic for Sam and Dean he's very much playing the toxic masculinity tropes and they may be more passive and the object of HIS quest in a narrative level, on the back foot with Jack and the chaos he'll cause on the level of the action.

It's baby's first narrative villification :') They fly the nest so soon.

*downs the rest of my coffee* Let's do this!

Recap: PATIENCE!!!

Also Jack

"You can use him as some sort of inter dimensional can opener and it ends bad" who ever woulda thought

More Patience! She's way more important.

And Jody's comment about it being her choice. I saw some criticism of Jody for being part of not respecting Patience here by telling her what to do like they all just offer her conflicting advice and she's undermining her father or veiled criticism of her for not going along with Dean or whatever, but it was supposed to be the same tone of her offering Alex help - which Berens wrote so he'd KNOW - that if the men deciding for her have decided wrong, and she NEEDS help or to use her powers to save people, Jody will be there, and it was NOT an order or a "if you change your mind, there's me" it was reaching out in case of the inevitable turmoil and I guess a suspicion it wouldn't leave Patience alone just because she wanted the powers to. That she had one foot in the life whether she likes it or not and if no one else will be there for her - and in respects to this Patience has been failed by her father AND Missouri - then Jody will help before someone else has to scrape up the pieces.

Anyway more montage of the car driving around, like, hey look these guys do this... reminding us what show we've come FROM.

Re-write history a little bit that the dialogue in 13x02 that Sam turned into being about Mary was not, when Dean was talking, about Mary 100%, since he's weighed like at least 70/30 to Cas over Mary, while Sam was just bringing up Mary first all the time... Interesting how these things get reshuffled for recapping - it's probably because on the nose Buckleming dialogue and Sam and Dean talking about Jack while he's in shot with them. It’s actually been SO much about Cas for Dean I wonder if they had to fish around for a neutral scene to turn into Mary angst.

Also moving Jack's dialogue about feeling bad in 13x04 that he didn't feel anything, to after 13x06 when he ran away - now you could argue soulless!Sam was motivated to keep doing broadly the right thing with hunting etc because he thought it was what was right even when he didn't have a soul to guide him, but Jack literally is being powered by an attack of conscience and fear that he's NOT good which has him all spun out and emotional and so on. So whatever he's struggling with I still see it as at WORST 50% lack of empathy because of being HALF human and half angel - and angels can care, they just aren't wired for it to be very sustainable or for them to be good at coping with it. Too much in the establishing Jack stuff has been about how he feels for him NOT to feel anything whether it's pertinent or not in this exact scenario.

OH GOSH I thought that was Kaia making out with a lady in the immediate open of the episode just because this guy has the same length hair and we were still fading in

my hopes are high but I'm not sure they were THAT high :P

"Speak of the devil" "Hello!"

Yeah see above narrative villification. There's SOME dramatic irony that Jack is still adorable and not badly intentioned like Lucifer, or that we wouldn't expect him to be right now, but it's still now comparing him in a dark way to Lucifer.

Also kinda low key reassuring that Lucifer is still on a narrative level a bad guy at least for now and especially in relation to Jack and in the contrast to Cas as a positive influence on him. For Jack, though, we've gone full circle from Jack saying "father" and us expecting it to be Lucifer but it's not, to this guy joking the devil is on the other side of the door and instead we get Jack... And unfortunately this has to be the ill-fated Derek mentioned in one of the later promo clips...

"You're... young!"

"I am!"

I have to say, everything he says I read with a :3 smilie after it. His mouth is shaped like that kinda.

So the first question of the episode is, where did Jack get money and PLEASE say it's the ole Doctor Who sonic screwdriver an ATM method.

Well the first question would be: wait can he do like SERIOUS research by either flapping around investigating or can he just stone cold read this guy's ancestry because he's kinda scary but his powers ARE cosmically timey wimey.

Derek is also wearing a white henley. Jack's earlier innocence being killed in him by use of Jack's powers? :(

Oh noooo Derek don't go there!!!

It's kinda terrifying how he just kind of dabbles in the terrifying AU but I suppose if it doesn't hurt him to get more than glimpses...

JACK GET YOUR HANDS OFF THAT MAN'S TEMPLES AND GO TO YOUR ROOM

If nothing else you're burning his feet

Nope you apparently burned out his eyes too. Smooth, kid.

He acted oblivious to the fact Derek was dead in the later clip and looked truly upset about it, so unless we see it again from Jack's POV or another flashback that he truly left him to it and he was burned out after by something else/something that happened to him because of this AFTER Jack left, it seems waaay more likely that if it was his powers he really did kill him on the spot - whether he instantly flapped away once he'd seen what he wanted without checking how Derek was, or bolted when the connection broke without realising that Derek was dead...

It LOOKS really bad on camera to us now, and it's going to look worse that Jack has a different version of events to what we saw on screen - yes we don't see Derek die on camera with Jack there and we cut from Jack doing that to Derek dead on the floor with no Jack, but the way it was cut it makes the intervening space not particularly hard to imagine at this point if you think Jack fucked it up after pushing Derek into it

In any case whether Jack meant to kill him or not and he DID and it's the sort of body count one accrues while trying to do a greater good to later feel terrible about in Winchester angst style. But in this case the greater good is to bring back Mary which means we already have one entire dead person to weigh against having her, a single other life, back. Not like one in the face of saving the planet

Anyways showing Jack's lack of empathy or consideration - I don't want to say compassion because I think that is a learned response, but he also hasn't learned to be CAREFUL with other people, to see them as weaker and more breakable than he is when he steps up to Derek and starts, like, boiling his feet... Like Cas in 9x11 NOT using them up for some supposed better end. Cas describes that mercilessness as something the "old him" would have done and that only on the other side of having been human did he have the learned appreciation for not doing that to Sam, even though he considered him his friend long before that.

Of course, Jack hasn't even mastered asking people if he CAN use his powers on them

And going from close up of his eyes to the title card... IT DON’T LOOK GOOD.

Why is Dean calling Patience aside from to remind us he knows her.

He's asking for help. I think with hindsight of feeling a wee bit better since Cas is back he knows he was pretty harsh to her at least about NEVER using her powers and just going for the easy life - that he spoke from the really dark place in his heart about it all. I suppose also a sign of their desperation - that he has exhausted all ends which might normally work, and Patience is a wild card resource for them to try.

As if that was breaking and going back on his previous stance, it cosmically unlocks Jody phoning in with a tip off about Jack's last known whereabouts and the horrifying news, because Dean has backtracked on dictating what Patience should do with her powers, and giving her a choice to come help them if she can... she can still reject it or apologise that she needs to get on with school and stuff if she wants because it's not truly her place to help, but Dean's no longer sick to the stomach at the idea of another kid getting dragged into the life, and I don't think JUST because of desperation but also because his mood has changed. It’s not AS black and white.

I love how much they work with Jody :D This is the sort of feeling that since *season 8* I've been feeling was missing - just using her even off-screen in episodes she isn't in as an acknowledgement she's a part of their lives and resources. I mean yeah it's all to a point NOW and has noticeably spiked in how often she's mentioned since WS was on the table for realsies, but... I like it

I love Patience's phone case.

Oh, he called SIX times, okay he's pretty needy. Perhaps this is a "while Dean's been driving up to where Jack attacked Derek every time they make a stop he calls again because NOW he's truly desperate" thing

Honestly though, if she's psychic why does she need to study? Can't you just... psychic up the answers on the day? :P

She's honest about Dean calling her, which is good. She's actually good at communication and not keeping it a secret. And I suppose seeking answers from her father about if this is something she should do - and knowing he'll say no so she can tell him and he can assure her she doesn’t need to answer the call, and that's that decided.

But NOW she lies to James about not having any visions, and you can see it in her face that this is why she flunked the test, and that Dean's calls might be something she's flip flopping on SPECIFICALLY but they're representing a call back to the life to her and she's struggling to resist it or ignore the visions. She can be honest to a point but it's still eating her up inside and the lie about her visions, about having to pretend to be normal, is where it’s getting to her

*nudges her out the door*

"He had quite the freaky imagination" "he hated that word" *sam immediately leaps on "freaky?"* because theeeemes while she meant "imagination"

There's giants in an AU out there somewhere

Dean just spotted the AU world he's been to, riiiight as she says he was a dream walker.

So they know he wasn't making any of it up.

Oooh do you suppose he painted the Thunderbird on the wall of the building? That would be awesome. I wonder if that was just doing art or if he saw it ever...

Anyway promo scene number 1. Dean makes the assumption that Jack is looking for Lucifer, right back to the start of the season for him, having to assume the worse and feeling really bad that Jack's not learned anything - that him going dark, hurting people HAS to be about Lucifer.

See also: speak of the devil dramatic irony. We KNOW Lucifer isn't still in the AU. Jack may or may not have sensed him returning but he's unbothered by it and has his own motivations, to help THEM. It's the same as when Cas was back but they didn't know yet and continued to grieve him - Dean's wrong about this but once again the framing of what they don't know has happened in other parts of the story is being used really well.

This is something I feel has been missing from past seasons and used WELL, which is to emphasise and play off what the other parts of the story are doing. Sam and Dean are considerably more oblivious than we are about the story and we're seeing them scramble by to make do. It's a good way to have them at a disadvantage where they can be as smart as their little noggins can possibly be and they're still working on bad intel but it's OUR advantage to know what it is and know more than them in this way, instead of feeling like they're being obtuse about stuff, it's on the epic level of who's dead or alive or off in an AU or our world that they have no clue about.

Sam hacks Derek’s email to find out about Kaia as the next dreamwalker on the list aaaand heeere she is!

Unlike Claire in her intro she has absolutely crappy nail polish that's all scratched off, and she's DESTROYING a plastic cup. Just a first shot of her hands and great character stuff :D

Awww no she's in rehab :( I hate this counsellor guy because he's just chucking her story at her in front of ALL these people? Like this is not how group chats should work, she's just being called out here! :( She should be allowed privacy until she's ready to talk about it, especially if she's only just ended up here and is probably still detoxing if she's still so fidgety and ESPECIALLY if she was sent here as a correctional thing.

Like wow no wonder she's on the defensive.

Blaaah I guess Trump did something between seasons to oust poor old fake president Rooney. I have no clue what's going on there and I don't want to ask but maybe Jack should look into what happened to his un-talked-about other father on the list :P

This does sort of confirm that there literally is a weird Buckleming AU though that we pass in and out of. They should really get Jack to help them with that too while they're at it.

I love Kaia's snark though, 10/10 who cares about plotholes. Give him a piece of your mind!

It's come up before, a few times in the periphery but I've *always* been concerned about the psychics who don't get support they need and end up in the system either locked up for their experiences with BEING psychic or in this case trying to cope with it while not knowing what the heck is going on or how to control it. It seems like Kaia had a mentor in Derek (oh no) and he could have helped but not enough right away to help teach her NOT to go to "the bad place" so she's been spiralling and self-medicating and if there had been a way out through Derek in her future without interruption... Not any more, she doesn't even know she's at her lowest point yet, though it probably already feels like it :(

It puts her in a STARK contrast to Patience with a ~similar~ gift as in they're both psychic but Patience has a cushy middle class life and currently uses her father as a support system no matter how much they're on different pages. Kaia is probably about as disadvantaged as you can get in America >.> I can see immediately how she'd pair better with Claire who might have started lower middle class or whatever strata that was where you own a nice house and have all that bland Novak lifestyle she grew up with, but lost it all and spent her formative years in the foster system as someone with nothing, albeit at least being white >.> And Alex was raised in a sketchy vampire basement but fell into being a Sheriff's daughter, became preppy with social aspirations and is now on track to being a nurse, all of which has made her since 11x12 the social aspirant like Sam was with his law school in parallel to Claire continuing to Dean extremely loudly.

Jack's evil smile from 13x01 is back. That thing where they cast someone who could look literally 1 days old adorable sniff the baby’s head cute in one moment and super scary spawn of satan in the next - he hasn't been framed like this since the last cut to ad break on someone stumbling across him in the wilderness with no clue how dangerous he might be of Sheriff Barker driving up to the naked guy harassing the people at the Salty Butt Place. Now we know unlike the hypothetical which was subverted to him being the nougat child in 13x01, that he poses a very very real threat to Kaia.

Jack is the Worst At Lying, still - he just radiates that peace and purpose which is the most terrifying mood for people to have in this show because if they think they know what they're doing and they're doing it for good, then they're really really not. He is getting exponentially better at research and understanding context cues, regardless - he didn't know "what's your poison" but when Kaia asked him why he was here, he tried to pretend he was also admitted to the facility and he has some awareness of a class A drug and even if he's not even really trying to act anything, he knows this is something to say to fit in in a scenario where he doesn't fit. Like Cas, his mannerisms really betray him.

So he goes right back to the truth, telling Kaia he knows her name and he's here for her when she brushes him off as being uninterested in helping him - as of course she doesn't feel that she belongs. So he tells her the truth, to the degree that he probably stole all this from Derek's head while discovering there was another, more powerful dreamwalker and that this is what DEREK thought of her (ow ow ow).

Oh gosh I love this shot of the Impala pulling up from outside through the barred windows - in this case we're looking at them from the inside out - they're not imprisoned, they're in the sun and a light rain and free agents, and the next shot they pull up and the chicken wire is off to the side in the other third of the frame showing them OUTSIDE it. It's more dramatic irony - Kaia dithers, then chooses to go after Jack - the car pulls up behind the window but she has no idea what that means like we do, no idea that these are the people who would save her and warn her about what Jack did.

ALSO THE TIMING ON PULLING OFF A CHARACTER INSIDE RUNNING OFF AND THEN CHANGING FOCUS TO CHARACTERS IN A CAR PULLING UP OUTSIDE

Sam listing how Kaia's entire family is dead. Nice. >.>

They assume her OD was about the death of her entire family (ouch!?!?) and "no wonder" she ended up here, not that it's to do with her powers

Jack does indeed do the thing where he knocks out someone to help Kaia get free.

And tells her they're just sleeping, just like Cas did with Claire

I would assume the parallels end there - Cas was genuinely motivated to help Claire yes to make himself feel better about not honouring his promise but also that promise was there and see also 9x11, learning compassion from the other side, beginning to understand his place in the world better, and finally making right what was a wrong he caused 6 years previously. Whereas Jack is doing this entirely self motivated without even a consideration of what Kaia would get from it - her freedom only benefits him and her powers only benefit his.

He's also getting way more dark in his attitude - "You're not the only one with powers" and about the door being triple locked, "was it?" - he's growing in confidence about what he can do and how other people and things relate to him.

Aka he's starting to get a sense of where he is in the food chain >.>

These lines in particular make me even more wary of how he's changed, when Sam and Dean catch up to him in a few seconds for the next promo scene.

Meanwhile Kaia takes him down a few pegs because he's visibly spiralling just because he's being rejected and he doesn't know how to handle that - very very raise an eyebrow symbolic about how Kaia appreciating the jail break but no thanks to being used is treated by Jack, now placed as our Grabby Young Man Who Doesn't Know What No Means.

"She hit me!" "Yeah, good."

I love casual feminist Dean Winchester. It's not that he thinks Jack should be hit because he's evil, but because you have to learn to be nice to women when you're a grabby dude who overpowers them. Treatment of women is basically made synonymous to not being a dick about his powers, as he's been shown being over-confident. He's the over-privileged white boy. (perhaps a good reason NOT to have cast him as non-white if this is a longer theme)

I've been saying all season not to get too precious about Jack eventually being treated differently by the narrative but I can still predict a mile off people being upset after they got invested in him to the point of this now being idk ooc or that the writers are being mean to him >.>

I already wrote in my tags about this promo scene how excited I was about the need/want stuff going on here - that Need is once more being framed as really really bad, that Want is being made clear to be different from need but when Jack is doing this for them, because he thinks it's what they wants, he is missing the nuance that want isn't the same as that you SHOULD do it or that it's the morally right thing to do.

Dean has been warned by Billie not to go poking at the AU after all, and that means any wants about Mary in it are now firmly placed on the other side of that cosmic line, that he can WANT her back but he can't HAVE her back.

To his credit Jack really does look pretty horrified that Derek is dead as I remembered and thought that can’t be the whole story from the open.

But he swaps pretty quickly to talking about what he's been doing, after sparing only a moment for him - already compared to the guard, he can shrug it off, especially as he feels his actions are justifiable to a greater purpose and he didn’t mean to kill him. Being able to set aside collateral damage is *especially* a Sam trait, as Sam works in Greater Good utilitarian morality, which is not a bad thing in some ways - it's a good leader trait. But this mission of Jack's has been cosmically warned AGAINST.

Jack carries on talking past the promo scene about how he's been nosing around to other worlds, which is pretty much making Billie shudder in her office >.>

"I researched, like you taught me." Why does that sound like it should inspire a note of regret about teaching him

Oh we ARE getting flashbacks to Jack's perspective on meeting Derek. Good, I was hoping we would, at least if not that he didn’t kill him, to see Jack's rationale or that he truly had no idea...

"I could see what he saw" OH BOY IS THAAAT A BAD PHRASE

Maybe just because I was writing about the end of 9x19 like 2 days ago but Momma uses basically a light version of this re: transforming Alex, to what Crowley's big old speech in 9x23 to Dean was, where obviously there was that line. There was another "see what I see" somewhere in either season 8 or early season 9 that made me absolutely flip a table when I heard it, but I can't recall what episode right now, and busy watching too much to go look :P

Maryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Okay so we see a glimpse, just a lil one, of Jack reassuring Derek - at this point I have to go with angels cleaning up after Jack but that may have been a big fake out but it's reminding us to be critical of his behaviour and that goes with his treatment of Kaia which very very much was something to be critiqued >.>

Mary's alive! We don't get much time for Sam and Dean to react to that but it's Dean who makes the louder surprise noise, because he had to let go of Mary - unfortunately telling him she's alive is like the one thing that would make him most likely to break the universe if it means saving her from something awful. Which is probably why Billie sent him back without telling him, because telling himself Mary was dead was actually healthy in the circumstances he didn't know better about

Boop

(I love this effect)

We're getting a lot of repetition, of what Jack sees this scene.

But this time with the "help me!!!" for Sam and Dean to respond to.

And Dean immediately says, "Mom!" because now she's ASKED for help.

(And just last episode we saw Dean strung up in hell yelling for help)

of course Cas saved him that time and it was a no personal consequences, just cosmic consequences resurrection - aka no personal cost on Sam or Dean for it, but it WAS how to get the apocalypse rolling. Awfully convenient that the second seal doesn't get broken until Dean's back alive, even though he broke in hell a month ago by their reckoning :P

And while Jack continues to explain to Sam what happened with Derek - how he stopped because Derek wasn't strong enough (he shouldn't have been forcing him in the first place because he still hurt him even if he may not have been the one to kill him?) we get them blurred out, their voices blurred, as we get Dean and his sad music, as he realises how he spent MONTHS trying to get over Mary and tell himself she was dead but that he was wrong and she needed help and it all hits him at once :(

Oh no Dean.

You've got to be stronger than this. D:

"Kaia, she's the key"

Cut to Kaia sticking out her hand, again - more close ups on her hands, and she's hitching a lift.

I'm no expert, but this is an angel, isn't it

DUDE you didn't have to knock her out - she WANTED a lift.

Although maybe that close up on the knife was to say Kaia spots it, hesitates and gets knocked out because she's not being quick enough to get in the car and might rightfully wonder what that knife is about.

They really cast Patience to be someone whose eyeballs we wouldn't mind seeing up close all the time.

What on earth is she seeing. That's not the main AU because it has trees and a scary animal skull, but it's Sam and Dean and Jody all together in the same place getting stabbed. Even with her vision filter, that blue-ness is like the blue other world we seem to see Claire and Kaia in together, at least, in the promo stuff for 13x10.

Other worlds all seem to suck and be some variation of Purgatory. Let's have a fairy world already.

Lo and behold it was an angel kill and they're hunting Jack, and he's unfortunately showed his hand by being interested in dreamwalkers, so now the angels are if lures him in >.>

Nooooo Kaia has to find out Derek died this way.

She doesn't even know what a Winchester is!!! D:

"You were right, this whole time, we should have been looking for her."

"I was just hoping. I didn't know."

Of course their stances are flipping - now with concrete proof Sam has to re-emphasise he was never doing this search because he knew all along that it was true, but Dean deals with objective truths so much - she's dead, she's not dead, and that his actions HAVE to have been one or the other. He's giving HIMSELF the "you should have looked for me in Purgatory" treatment, despite being on the same side as Sam in 7x23 while he thought Mary was dead and gone and there's no hope because what do THEY know about inter dimensional travel.

Sam's got what we could call a meta writer hunch - he had an idea based on that he could read Mary not being murdered in front of him and the idea she lived beyond the portal was the subtext. Sam doesn't want vindication he was right, he was just interpreting what he saw in a way that made the story he hoped for. Just because it pans out doesn't mean that he is any more knowledgeable or had a reason to INSIST things were one way or the other. Dean made his own interpretation from the same knowledge and came to a different reading, the more negative, miserable one, the one that didn't allow the story to continue after he could see it, but that it ended as soon as it was off-screen from his eyes.

Listening to Sam would have done NOTHING more for them in the time between 12x23 and now.

And in this season where dramatic irony about what happens where they can't see it is running the story... yeah, wrong direction.

"We find her, no matter what it takes" "Yup."

Oh dear, dear Winchesters.

I'd say "never change" but literally the entire point of everything since 8x01 has been "maybe pls change just a lil like not asking a lot maybe just don't... unleash untold havoc for the sake of saving family?"

Dean checks in with Jack. "You okay?"

Jack's pretty upset about them just assuming he turned evil and killed Derek.

But while he didn't do that, the narrative HAS turned to questioning how he is behaving, at least to course correct. Does he know Dean said "good" about Kaia hitting him because he thought Jack was evil and should be punished, or because he needs to learn not to grab?

In any case, it forces some honest communication about what they thought, so perhaps they'll be able to work from this later about nuances >.>

Dean confirms that they're Jack's family, which is nice. They probably need to hear Jack confirming that Lucifer ISN'T anything to him, but like with 13x01 reminding us that Lucifer's called out to Jack before, the recap of this episode reminded us Lucifer's called out to Jack before. Whether he is or isn't, whether Jack remembers him doing it or not (actually, 13x07 had Asmodeus doing it too, reminding us Lucifer had done it outside of recaps), the fear is there in what WE know as well, so the story is using what we know possibly AGAINST us to feed worries about what Jack may or may not do.

(BTW idk how obvious it is but I love treating these watches with the full treatment of what casual eyes might see as well as what I do - like rolling with misdirections - especially since I watch with casual viewers, my mum and my friend Cat, and I need to, well, see what they see. And to understand why they're seeing it. Because I think fandom arguments go down some utterly ridiculous pits of self-wankery, and I like to keep my impression of what the show is doing right up with what it's been recently TELLING us it's doing which the casual eye spots better than the meta eye (and my mum and Cat have 2 different surface text interpretations on Jack).

Whether this element ever comes into play I don't particularly care, like, I'm not making some huge spec that Lucifer's gonna manipulate Jack this way or something, but the reminders this happens, that the casual viewer may still be expecting Jack to be evil, that Sam and Dean CAN worry even at this stage that as soon as Jack disappears he's returning to Lucifer, seeing that alignment as NARRATIVELY compelling, even if Jack says it's not EMOTIONALLY compelling... If NOTHING else happens with this it's part of the emotional tone they're setting here... I'm preemptively defensive of the people defending Jack like this is all not a part of his story because he's inherently sweet)

And he considers Sam and Dean and Cas his family now, changing up from 13x01 where he was just asking for his father, and DEAN is the one who says, yes, we consider each other family. Weird as you are, so help me, I appear to have adopted you dammit.

I don't know if Jack can understand yet that Sam and Dean reacting like this might be also hurt on their side that Jack leaves, that if he starts hurting people, if he goes back to Lucifer, that's a loss and a defeat not just because they wanted to use Jack or to mould him to be good just to protect people from him, but a personal loss for them, that they couldn't save Jack, that he rejected their family.

And Dean validates Jack that looking for Mary was a "good thing" even though it's been dubious and presumptuously good and well-motivated (e.g. personal good decided by what benefits the Winchesters and their wants not the world) at BEST and at worst is gonna knock down Billie's cosmic house of cards.

I'm so proud of Patience immediately packing up and leaving when people are in danger. I mean her goodness was never ever in question but yeah :P

I like how her visions are like Sam's - their timing comes with enough room for her to do something about it :P

Oooooooooooooh shit James still has all his issues, he literally reverse-John Winchesters Patience "you choose that life, you don't come back". Same phrasing he used on Sam when Sam wanted to go to college, when Patience is like bye bye gonna go save people for a day or two, back soon.

He wants to emotionally blackmail her to stay and be safe but he CAN'T see what she sees - which is that people are going to die and those images are going to haunt her. Better to risk exile and keep people alive than to stay and feel like she was a coward.

...

On the other hand if Kaia or Claire doesn't snark at her that Patience is upset Daddy cut off her credit card at some point or another what even is the point :P

We're never gonna get to see that night with Sam and John now. But here's a reverse stand in to get us started on Wayward Sisters!

"You picked the wrong bait, I'm not the sort of girl people come for."

I need Claire to rescue her like eighty times in a row in defiance of that pls. Not that I want Kaia to be a victim, I just want her to feel like she matters to someone <3

"I'm not white, rich, blond... No one's going to fight for me. I don't matter."

*protectively adopts her in the meantime over Christmas if she doesn't get to meet Claire yet*

I love how Jack is just like Fuck You to the angels because they keep killing people and kidnapping people - not a great incentive for him to help them but they're doing how they always do or are no better than demons any more.

They also claim Jack should be "among his own kind" - he can pick which side he favours, but his half-angel side is certainly causing him more trouble than his half-human side >.> And he's been given NO incentive to identify as angel, although he accepts Cas as his real father it's an emotional bond, and while it neatly balances to give him an angel father and a human mother, Cas himself is an exile from Heaven for caring too much, and they wanted to use HIM as bait for Jack, until they lost him, and got this better lead on what Jack was looking for instead of Cas.

Also Heaven isn't exactly doing much to save Cas now are they? :P

n.b. unlike the Winchesters I suspect they know what's happened to Cas.

Anyway the belonging theme for Jack.

But he can pick easier "I am home."

YEAH. Now Cas needs to do it, because Jack is his anchor if nothing else.

Kaia like "WHAT THE FUCK"

WOAH Dean came close to Billie sighing and filing that notebook.

"Are you okay?" "NO WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"

Kaia having some issues with bad angels but you're the son of satan??? What???

"the whole world's insane, you get used to it."

Her FACE is amazing.

Contractually obliged as a shitposter to point out Sam talking about opening a door while waving his hand like that

I hate everything

Why the 6x15 parallels huh? :P

But yeah now Sam and Dean are on the save Mary train they want to use Kaia too.

Kaia like... "No." USE THAT NO. You don't have to break the world if you don't want to!!!

She points out rightfully that the angels only wanted her because if Jack did - if he backs off she's in no trouble and she can forget this ever happened. This whole thing is forcing her into it and if dudes being shitty about her boundaries kick off the whole mess for Wayward Sisters... lol

"We NEED you to dreamwalk for us" nope.

DEREK is the one who saw the AU. She ONLY goes to the Bad Place. If it's the blue AU, the one full of blood and death and *monsters* is she being literal, that WAS a monster skull, and the entire thing is that she's tapping a DIFFERENT AU, one full of much worse things, Purgatory-esque, and the reason for all this dark blue on everyone... That Kaia is linked to something different?

And they're just reading "the bad place" as she calls it as "well clearly that's our AU" without considering the horrors of what else might be out there in the cosmic multiverse?

OH NO She's been clawed up by the monsters there!

GUYS PAY ATTENTION TO CONTEXT SHE IS BEING MAULED BY MONSTERS IN HER DREAMS. RANDO AU DEMONS WOULDN'T DO THAT TO HER. DID YOU NOT SEE THE SKULL - oh wait, Patience did.

Patience, come save your new future sister, kay? :P

Woops, I thought Dean might crack with the blurry out bit earlier where it was all hitting him how he hadn't been saving Mary the entire time and he put the "you didn't look for me in Purgatory" weight on HIMSELF.

This definitely makes Dean being a bit of a dick to Donna in 10x08 look light in comparison :P I was saying up the top that the dudes look bad in these episodes because it's about the girls and their shit! And now Dean's abruptly been shattered by Jack's revelation about Mary.

Well Sam looks worried but he's not freaking arguing about this while Dean ABDUCTS A GIRL.

FYI Mary might be yelling for help but she also does not approve.

And this is the example Dean is setting for Jack - he tells him off for grabbing Kaia earlier but then when it comes to her most important ability to say no this episode, Dean snaps and insists she does it anyway. That this is "good".

I think Jack's visions are dangerous. Whether he manipulated Cas or not it's clear that with this parallel, what Cas saw was NOT GOOD for him, that when Jack shows you something it's stretching what you're SUPPOSED to know. He's dangerous on a cosmic scale not just because of his powers but the compulsion of what they can and can't do for you. Dean is the centre of the universe in other ways, the cosmic firewall, the balance. Billie was managing him as best she could, keeping him alive and on the job, and NOT telling him about Mary. Not giving him the motivation to do this. Jack casually shows them stuff they Can't Know, and it has literally driven Dean over the brink into threatening a girl with a gun and abducting her to use her powers, because this is cosmically UNBALANCED. It's WRONG. And now Dean is wrong, he's broken and hurt and Jack didn't MEAN to do this to him, but his vision still caused it.

I am surviving this by staring at a stinking adorable piggie I made last night, every time I get too stressed. Do you want to see?

Sam is trying to SUBTLY course-correct Dean but I think we're a bit far for that - it's literally counter knocking him out and talking him down when he's not right in front of the temptation.

Oh yes I know Berens co-wrote 12x19 so I'm giving this all the credit it's due that Jack's visions are not to be fucked with, and they can derail you utterly by playing on the thing you need most.

This is *literally* the stance I've been taking the entire time with what he did to Cas and I don't know if the debate got derailed in one direction by the fight for Cas's agency and in another by Jack having to be inherently good, but I'm literally seeing this as Jack is inherently a nougat child and that's been long established. But he did the thing again to Sam and Dean, and Dean had a light demonstration of how he would tell Jack to respect Kaia and all, but as soon as Jack boops him he's got a new dangerous element in his head of the Terrible Knowledge Jack has which should NEVER have been shared.

It's BROKEN Dean. It played off his most vulnerable aspects - his need to save, MARY, the loss and pain and walling Mary up in his mind as lost at sea, and now here she is stranded on a desert island and Kaia's the one ship that can navigate to it? His actions are irrational, and dangerous, and he's not in his right mind because his right mind was overridden by Jack's vision. EVEN IF THESE ARE HIS CHOICES they are not choices he was supposed to be making to the point of Billie, the highest power who's even remotely helpful in this world now God isn't answering, SPECIFICALLY having the most intense conversation of the show since the first time he had a sit down chat with Death, to warn him NOT TO DO THIS. But it’s such terrible, irresistible knowledge it changes his entire personality.

"That sounds like us" he said in 13x05

Cas making off with Jack to protect him and stop talking to Dean sounds like Cas. >.> Remember in 8x22 when Dean was pissed that Cas disappeared from the Bunker and he'd just gone to buy toilet paper and pie, and got derailed onto Metatron preying on his misery about breaking Heaven and his need to redeem? Metatron took a lunch date and an ease-him-in mission to manipulate him into it. Anyway Jack doesn't need to do that because he can just show the one thing that will utterly, utterly break you down and lo and behold Dean's now doing this without question, UNABLE to question. Literally, like, 10x22 shoot the kid levels of dangerous.

Dean is now the strongest answer that Cas was utterly changed by his encounter with Jack in 12x19 and I don't CARE about if it was for a greater good or not or that in some ways Cas actually seemed happy and at peace in 12x23 or 13x06 talking to Jack, because the discussion wasn't about if it was good or not, if Cas and Jack can’t be good despite that, if they earn it, just if it happened on way or the other. At least for what I was interested in. Because I like Jack and I think he's good and always thought they'd play it either good or down the middle because it's just more interesting.

It's just... He's too powerful. He's dangerously powerful. Maybe we will or won't see what he showed Cas, but when he shows Dean something in a mirror moment, Dean is fundamentally harmed to the core to the point of plunging into the depths of the worst we've ever seen him. It's the sort of knowledge that could drive someone insane, if this was a slower story - a Gothic novel where Dean learns this truth and can't do anything to save his mother for 200 pages but now he KNOWS.

Better not to know - Billie sent him back before she could betray anything about it to him. But as I said back in 13x05 that was the accidental hope, the chink in his certainty that I think he wishes he had known sooner, when Jack was still in their control, that they could have acted even just a few weeks sooner. That he should have listened to Sam and been encouraging that horrifying tutoring of Jack to use his powers that was shown for Sam to be a bad path to connecting with Jack, and in 13x03 (hi Berens) Sam recognised was forcing Jack too hard to do what he wanted. To the point of giving Jack a meltdown about if his powers made him good or evil under that pressure.

... And if they break the world, Jack's not going to think much better of himself or the goodness of the Winchesters :S

Jack apologising again.

"I'm sorry," he says, and it always sounds so weird coming out of his mouth. It always sounds like he knows he's supposed to say it, but he's curious about what it means, that he doens't quite understand it. It was a full on "I'm sorry?" the first time in 13x01, but even now it lifts at the end of the phrase, not sinking into apology.

He's mansplaining to Kaia how she can help.

DON'T SHOW KAIA THINGS. STOP SHOWING PEOPLE THINGS.

Five seconds... Uhoh.

He really likes doing that to people.

"Our powers can be good. We can do good things in this world."

STOP MAGICALLY MANSPLAINING AS WELL

Sorry, sorry.

Look they're all on this bizarre righteous crusade and she should choose, sure, and she's choosing to feel ABDUCTED. BECAUSE SHE WAS ABDUCTED AT GUN POINT

Jack might make her feel a wee bit better about her powers being part of a wider picture - of what she might see if she starts to control them. And again, abducted at gun point, she agrees to let Jack show her but this is an awful, forced situation for her, and it might be a first step on her journey where they finally start to relate about powers and he can ease how bad it feels for her, but this whole thing is happening to save MARY and... argh. It's a mess. She might be mildly more cooperative because he did that but at the same time it reeks of him trying to make her see things his way because he's on this mission to get Mary back and do some real good, and doing this, showing her things, makes her compliant. Empathy or not. Purposefully manipulating or just trying to help. It happens.

Wheeeee car chase

Wheeee stunts

Oh yay creepy boats this never goes well.

They've literally abducted Kaia to their own shady hideout congratulations you're being the villains again :P

Dean faces off against a bunch of angels and it looks really awesome. Run run run big crane shot throw all the money at this!

wheeeeee action.

The number of angels out there seems worrying, like they're either gonna have to help deal with a problem bigger than this squabble, or they're all going to get obliterated, because once the Winchesters are outnumbered, there's Problems that can only get resolved with Bigger Problems.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine." "We're screwed!"

ANGELS DOING COOL THINGS

That was awesome

"We go out guns blazing"

Dean NO.

I hope this is about subverting the ending he thinks he deserves - 12x22 was Berens of course with the discussion of how he thought they'd always die and keeping on bringing it up... Yeah.

He apologises for dragging her into the fight - again, not mind controlled, just mind-altered, but in this sort of drama he can still see what's going on, still feel bad for how he got her into being attacked by tons of angels, still come back to himself to see that much, even if he's now unable to let go that Mary is alive and calling for help.

And then Kaia and Jack decide they might as well just go to an AU to escape, aka worse problems than all the angels but at least it's novel :P

"Can you take us to our mom?" "Can you do it?"

Sam is in on it too. The forbidden knowledge temptation >.> The spell that unleashed Amara involving the forbidden fruit. I mean. Argh.

These angels are so cool. We never see them doing this badass stuff

"Are you ready?" "no. Let's go."

Love her

"Okay, I'm there, I'm in the bad place."

Oh no.

There's a monster.

WOAH COSMIC

He found it! That was such a cool visual of The Comos and I wish I had time to deal with it!!!!

Kaia looping between the Bad Place and Mary AAAAAAH

She's just a scared girl being tormented by monsters from another realm all her life!!!! STOP MAKING HER DOOO THIIIISSSSS

Ooopppppssssss

I guess you're all in the Bad Place now. Or the angels were vaporised. But Sam n Dean seemed to be too so I'm gonna go with a whole bunch of angels AND Sam n Dean were sent there.

New rift in the creeepy boat. Wondered if this would be a set piece for WS because it's SO big. Having Bad Place Monsters wander into the world from it

*pats my lil felt pig sadly*

Jodyyyy. Calling Sam to check in with him, and knock knock here's Patience like MOM HELP

ALL THE MELTED ANGEL BLADES. AAAAAAAAH

Woops no there's a bunch of burned wing prints. So the angels are super dead. Are Sam and Dean super vaporised? I guess not.

JACK FOUND MARY

Well at least someone accomplished some damn goals around here. THAT is a great shot of them seeing each other for the first time and she's like... strange boy???

and he's like MOM I AM HERE TO HELP.

Wait.

Grandma.

What the fuck.

What the fuck is wrong with this family tree. Mary is 29, 60, and whatever age Sam Smith is discreetly in between the two, Jack is 3 months old, and fucking 27. There's a 2 year age gap between Jack and Mary and she's his freaking Grandma what the fuck.

I'm just saying, life experience aside, Mary and Jack are both the most fucked up "millenials" in the cosmos.

Sam n Dean get to deal with their own nonsense over here in the Bad Place.

Sam never got to enjoy the whole stranded in Purgatory feel before! FUN FUN FUN.

I honestly think after that interview about Kaia that the writers cared more about fleshing out The Bad Place than they do about the Michael AU, that one was introduced to make a point, and to act as a place to stuff Mary and Lucifer for a while. This one is being introduced to cause trouble for Wayward Sisters for at least the first season if they get it, and is Kaia's entire unspoken trauma.

Dean's like "C'mon" because he knows what to do when you get stranded somewhere.

HEEEEE it's a giant chicken universe. I LOVE IT.

CLUCK CLUCK MOTHERFUCKERS

#Who the hell was saying Sam and Dean should fight a dinosaur because someone out there has some weirdass vindication going on.#I have to go like immediately I wish I could stay and scream about it #OH WELL WE HAVE ALL CHRISTMAS #13x09 #season 13 spoilers #merry christmas #my stuff

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orionsangel86 · 7 years ago

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Hi there - hope you're having a nice day. I'm gonna bring up the mixtape again (dun dun). We see the mixtape for the first time in that ep, but we don't know when it was FIRST given as a gift, now do we? So I was wondering if you had any ideas about that. The tape looks in good condition, so maybe not 'years and years ago.' Also Cas keeps losing his coat or his life, and I imagine the contents of his pockets would get lost during that too. So what's a good timeline for this mixtape? Thoughts?

Hey there! Well I am never gonna complain about more discussion about the most destiel moment in the history of destiel thats for sure!

I mean this has been meta’d to death but do any of us tire of it? Ever? I don’t think so. :P

So I agree that it is a new mixtape. You just have to look at the original tapes that Dean had in the box to see that they were old and worn whereas this one is clearly new:

Its hardly an old worn out label is it?

So we know it was recent. The real question is HOW recent? Because there are several things we can consider that could prompt Dean to give Cas a mixtape:

Cas recently almost died and confessed his love. Therefore, it could have been made by Dean in a response to Cas’s confession. A return “I love you too” in Dean’s own way.

However we know that Cas currently has a truck that does not have a tape player, so logically, it doesn’t make sense for Dean to give Cas a gift now that he can’t listen to (unless he also happens to have an old walkman in his coat pocket). Therefore potentially Dean gave it to him whilst he still had the old continental. So between 9x10 and 11x10.

If we line that up with other times when Dean might have felt he needed to show Cas how much he cared about him, 9x10 is probably unlikely since there wasn’t any time between Dean realising Cas had a car and may want a tape to play and leaving because of all his guilt to go get the Mark of Cain.

Is it possible that Dean made it whilst he had the Mark of Cain? He was in a pretty dark and angry place most of the time, but at certain points in season 10 (like following his confession) its possible. Maybe after asking Cas to ‘take him out’ he gave him the mixtape as a means for Cas to remember him. Trying to tell Cas with actions how much he meant to him whilst slowly loosing himself to the Mark... this one hearts my heart :(

If Dean was too busy and consumed in his own descent to demonhood to make the mixtape during season 10, we reach a period of time post 10x22 where Dean felt very guilty about what he had put Cas through. He possibly could have made the tape and given it to Cas whilst Cas was recovering from the attack dog spell (11x03 - 11x06) when he was also searching for his car as Metatron had stolen it at this point. Motivation to get his car back perhaps?

The issue with THIS theory is that Cas then goes and lets Lucifer possess him, and I don’t know how well Lucifer looked after Cas’s possessions. Since we never see the car again after 11x10, we can assume that the tape would have been in Cas’s pocket if he had it during this time, but then how on earth would he still be able to keep it, and keep it in good condition, baring in mind Lucifer went through ALOT during the rest of season 11.

Therefore we bring ourselves back up to season 12 and potentially Dean gave Cas the tape after they were reunited in 12x01. Perhaps Dean just didn’t realise that the truck didn’t have a cassette player? Or perhaps Dean MADE it whilst Cas still had the Continental, but never built up the courage to give it to him at the time? The sad thing about this theory is that Cas probably never listened to the tape, since he didn’t have a means of listening to it, so when he finally returns it in 12x19, he wouldn’t have been able to listen to it anyway.

The last theory is actually the most logical, because the tape does look pretty much brand new, and I think that Dean has been aware of just how much Cas has been through recently, and the tape can easily be considered a gesture of love following the whole Lucifer situation as much as it can be a return gesture following Cas’s confession.

The fact that this means Cas wouldn’t have been able to listen to it hurts though. I’d like to know if there was a moment when Dean fixed the truck for him in 12x19 when it dawned on him that the truck didn’t have a tape player, and therefore Cas didn’t listen to it, and I bet that one hurt. In amongst everything else Cas put him through in that episode, Dean realised that Cas couldn’t possibly have listened to his mixtape before he tried to return it. Poor Dean.

See this is why I hope it comes back. I hope that Dean digs it out of Cas’s pocket in 13x01 and keeps hold of it himself. Just so I can ugly cry into my wine whilst @tinkdw, @amwritingmeta and @margarittet watch on in horror (though lbr, you guys would be ugly crying with me)

Still, after going through the timeline, I think that some point between 12x01 and 12x03 makes the most sense. But I think he MADE the tape earlier than that, and only plucked up the courage to give it to Cas following the return of Mary and during the Sam rescue mission. After all, there was a period of time between 12x01 and 12x02 where they all went back to the Bunker together as Cas would have had to pick up his truck again to go ahead to search for Sam on his own for where episode 2 picks off. That’s the fanfic gap I wanna place it in. It was in that period where they became all open and honest and acting like an old married couple. What happened that night after the fight with that badass BMOL lady with the knuckle dusters? They got Mary settled for bed and then what? I don’t think that Cas would have just left straight away, even if he did leave after Dean went to bed. They would have probably stayed up and talked for a bit since it would have been their first moment alone together since the beer run that wasn’t in 11x23. That is where I am placing the gifting of the mixtape as I can just picture Cas being all “Dean, I’ll head back out shortly to keep searching for Sam. Please try to get some sleep and I’ll call you in the morning” and Dean would be like “Okay dude but have a beer with me first yeah? Oh and by the way I have something for ya” cue Dean storming off all awkward to his room and back whilst Cas just looks confused before he thrusts the mixtape into Cas’s chest and says “present for ya, for when you are out on the road and wanna listen to some decent tunes” and at that point Cas hasn’t even paid attention to the fact the truck doesn’t have a tape player so just smiles and says “thank you Dean” all sincerely whilst Dean blushes and stumbles over his words in classic Dean fashion.

Anyway that’s my headcanon and I’m sticking with it. I think its a reasonable theory when looking at all the other options. But please let me know what you think.

#destiel #castiel #dean winchester #the mixtape saga #season 12 #asks #anon #Anonymous

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mittensmorgul · 7 years ago

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Today’s jaunt through the TNT loop hit the part of s11 that points the car toward the finish line and revs the engine. 11.15-11.18 (and really 11.14 is where it starts, but I watched that one yesterday, so it feels weird to include it in a post specifically about what I’m watching today... stupid brain refusing to organize itself more practically) takes the themes of the season spelled out in the triptych of 11.11, 11.12, and 11.13 and begins driving them home with purpose.

Amara and the Darkness hang like a metaphorical raincloud of escalating depression over this run of episodes, contrasted with the light and power of the Hands of God “weapons” that equally elude their grasp. The larger metaphorical and thematic struggle of the season plays out offscreen for the most part, since these two opposing fundamental forces of the universe-- creation vs destruction, light vs darkness, order vs chaos (hello my old friends my s11 meta tags!)-- are where the main a-plot action of the season is happening. We see that cosmic struggle through the lens of what TFW are struggling with.

As above, so below. Gabriel once referred to that concept (in 5.08) to explain why Sam and Dean were the “perfect vessels” for Michael and Lucifer. It’s the same concept as “the river shall end at its source,” as Metatron once said. And it’s the essential narrative structure of the entire series as far as the individual character arcs are concerned. S11 is where this entire concept pivots around and shows us the pivot point-- Dean Winchester, the firewall between light and darkness. Chuck and Amara both literally pointed at him as their exemplar, and in 11.23 he (armed with the power of Humanity) became the vehicle that finally united them both. Such is the power of the duality of humanity the show (and Dean specifically) has been wrestling with for years (hello entire MoC arc summed up in the themes of 10.11).

I know I’ve written about Dean’s descent into depression over the Cas-Lucifer situation, and there are hundreds of posts on my blog in the tags for these episodes detailing all of this already. But I can’t help it. Dammit, s11 let me love you.

in 11.15, we find Dean already packed to head out to The Hangman’s funeral. He’s concerned for Cas, but that concern hasn’t hit DESPERATION levels yet. He’s still rational, still hasn’t really come to grips with what they can do about Cas yet beyond being positive that Cas WANTS to be saved. He’s still at loose ends over his own confession about how incapable he feels in Amara’s presence, but is still confident that Sam is handling that end of the research for now.

11.16 escalates his growing depression and frustration at any lack of progress despite the “win” he’d had in 11.15 and the reaffirmation of the whole “keep grinding” theme. What they believe will be an easy vengeful spirit case turns out to hit very close to home, bringing them back to the comparable feeling of frustrated desperation of the apocalypse era by literally existing in both times at once via the Soul Eater’s nest. It may not have been the easy win Sam had hoped it would be, but it was still a necessary diversion that allowed them to set their own pasts (via saving Bobby from the Soul Eater) to rights. A major theme of s12, as well-- rectifying their own past via Mary’s resurrection and personally coming to terms with their own legacy via the Men of Letters.

11.17 opens with Dean reaching a state of abject depression over their inability to gain any ground on either the hunt for Amara or a way to save Cas, and for the first time he drags his heels on taking on a case that Sam suggests could be a good distraction for them. Sam is clearly concerned for Dean, and despite Dean including Amara, Lucifer, and the Hands of God in the list of things they’re trying to handle, Sam narrows Dean’s reasons for wanting to hand this suspected case over to another hunt to one singular point:

Dean: All right, well, we make a call and we put somebody on it. Sam: Yeah, but... [He sighs, closes his laptop and looks at Dean]. We'll get him back. Dean: How? Sam: I... I don't know. But we'll figure it out. Meantime, we got to get out of here. Clear our heads. I mean, this is a case. Let's do what we do. Let's work it.

None of their other pressing concerns is weighing on Dean like Cas is. That one line is the foundation for the rest of the action in the entire episode. Poor dumb Corbin had no idea just how badly he underestimated Dean in forcing his hand by “killing” Sam, and selfishly using a rational mathematical argument to push Dean into walking away from his brother there. The underlying hesitation and depression Dean had been fighting through BECAUSE SAM HAD ASKED HIM TO HELP ON THIS CASE, because SAM had been trying to help get Dean out of his own head for a few days, essentially washed away when Corbin killed him.

When he finds Sam dead, Dean’s ready to give up everything. It had been SAM who’d kept him going, who’d given him a reason to “keep grinding.” Without Sam, Dean had lost hope for everything else.

It was Michelle who gave Dean a reason to keep fighting right there, and the walk through the woods to save her gave Dean enough time and space to reorganize his priorities. And it was Michelle again reminding him of Billie’s threat of the Empty that spurred him into desperate action yet again. It brought back the reminder that Dean was helpless to deal with Amara on his own, and that it was Sam that the fate of the entire universe was resting on.

And it was his chat with Billie there that finally taught him that the universe didn’t really care about fate... It gave him the push to begin fighting the depression and helplessness that was metaphorically the “thrall” Amara had over him.

11.18 is where Dean begins taking back the reins of his own fate. It’s also the first time he faces Amara and is able to ignore her completely, calling out for Cas instead. He’s begun to disconnect himself from the power she’s had over him since he took the Mark of Cain, because he chose something different. It’s also where we distinctly see the difference between Sam and Dean’s relationship with Cas, and the seeds are sown for expanding on that difference in s12.

Sam: I thought Lucifer had a shot. Apparently, uh, archangel plus God power doesn't trump God’s sister. Dean: But if the thing has to be used by God's chosen, then maybe an archangel who got the boot doesn't qualify. Either way, horn's out of ammo, so... Sam: So, back to square one. Dean: Yep. [Sighing.] Sam: Listen, um... I know I came down on the side of wanting Cas to deal with Amara, so... Dean: Well, that's what he wanted, though, right? Besides, didn't we say that we were gonna swear off getting in the way when one person makes a choice the other doesn't agree with? Sam: Yeah, um... Yeah, we did say that. Dean: So... Sam: Okay. So, that's our policy. Dean: Which sounds damn good. [Sam chuckles.] Well, let's go find that idiot and bring him home.

Yes, their policy is to honor the other’s choices, but Cas’s choice to say yes to Lucifer has played out. He thought Lucifer could defeat her, and Lucifer failed. Cas had been wrong, but that only reinforced Dean’s need to save him now. From what Crowley said about Cas being unreachable because of Lucifer’s control over him, Dean understood that Cas couldn’t just kick Lucifer out on his own, despite now having proof that Lucifer either lied about being able to defeat Amara or was just wrong about it. Cas’s “choice to say yes” hinged on that promise, and now that it was null and void, they could save Cas without wondering if it’s what he’d actually want.

It was heartbreaking for Dean to watch Amara zap Cas away, but it was actually the shot of hope he’d been needing-- the certainty that he needed to intervene in any way he could to rescue Cas.

Okay, I guess that’s enough jibberjabber about stuff I’ve already talked about ad nauseum. :P

#s12 hellatus rewatch #spn 11.15 #spn 11.16 #spn 11.17 #spn 11.18 #the scheherazade of supernatural #*mittens attempts to become one with the universe amid the sea of duality*#order vs chaos and darkness vs light #it's spirals all the way down #and now the darkness #this season's getting handsy #here have my belated thoughts on the whole love... and love #because why not maybe the lock and key are a function of hands and hearts #holy crap it's fun to haul out all my s11 meta tags *makes out passionately with s11 meta tags*#spn duality

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legion1993 · 7 years ago

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You Are My World, My Life, MY LIght... Forever Be My Queen...

Prompt: (Dialouge prompt) “I’m alive… I can tell because of the pain.”

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

A/N: welcome to week 11 of @thing-you-do-with-that-thing’s SPN hiatus Writing Challenge… this also happens to be part 2 of my week 6 fic… I appreciate the love for all these fics and right now I don’t know where this one will take us, but as always give this some love and ignore any spelling grammer and ignorant errors in this fic…

Plot: its been only a few weeks since the day when your heart got torn away from you, your love had been ripped away from you… you now realized with each passing moment that went by you were loosing time�� you had to find a way to bring him back… but how????

Part 1

The ring Gabriel gave you has been the key to bringing him back. You discover this about 3 weeks after watching him die.

You have been working with your brothers almost nonstop trying to devise a plan to put Lucifer back in the cage. To do that though you require Gabriel’s help and finding a way to bring him back has been very difficult. Cas didn’t have many options either having never brought an angel back.

You are showering after a restless night of little sleep

You haven’t taken the ring off since you put it on. Every day you look at it and silently cry for a few minutes.

On this particular day having never officially consumated your love you are feeling especially sad. You hold the ring against your cheek and whisper "Gabe I miss you so much, " then you kiss the jewel in the ring. It sparkles and light flashes all around you. Suddenly Gabe is standing in front of you in the shower. You kiss, oblivious to the lack of cover. His hands roam over you and a sigh escapes you..

Gabriel picks you up and holds you against the wall. He sildes himself into you breaking the barrier that held your innocence, for the first time in a long time you felt like you were home. His steady rhythm and intense kissing is all you notice as Gabe gives all his pent-up love to making love to you.

After the shower ends and you both are laying on your bed, Gabriel holds you close but winced as he did so.

You look up at him.

Y/N: "Are you ok? Are you even alive? How did you come back?"

Gabriel looks down at you.

Gabriel: "Oh I'm alive. I can tell from the pain."

You begin to apologise but he stops you.

Gabriel: "Don’t even think of apologising. You have nothing to apologise for. I enjoyed every second in that shower. It was your constant devotion to me and the kiss on the jewel along with the confession of love that allowed me to come back."

You weren’t even worried at that moment how your brothers would react, I mean you had broken away from them shortly after witnessing the love of your life, your soulmate die…

Y/N: “when you died a part of me died with you… for the first time since that moment I feel like I’m alive again… though my brothers tried to help me cope with that, I left them I ventured off on my own… they haven’t been able to convince me to come back or even let them see me… I can’t go back to living with them not until we find out how to tell them…”

Gabe: “they really didn’t take it well when they found out that I was your soulmate… especially Sam… but I think they only have…”

Y/N: “they only have my best interests at heart but they are my family… and right now I don’t even care what happens to me as long as I have you I can’t be harmed…”

Gabe: “even though that’s true babe you can’t do anything that will alert any of my brothers that I’m back… right now my brothers are trying to convince yours to be their vessels for the apocalypse.. we have to stop my brothers especially Lucifer from gaining Sam as a vessel… if Michael gains Dean things should be ok… if your brothers come in contact with you after being taken over as vessels my brothers will know I’m back…”

Y/N: “but then how do we find out if my brothers have said yes or not…”

Gabe tightened his arms around you as he kissed your forehead…

Gabe: “lets not worry bout that right now… we can worry bout it after we get settled into life together…”

You snuggled in and felt his hands on your sides… you both fell asleep together and happy.. the only thing that would make things worse would be the angels finding out Gabriel was back… they would come after both of you… they wouldn’t be able to harm either of you but they would certainly try…

There was one thing you were certain of: right there you were the happiest that you had been in weeks… everything was perfect…

You got the occasional text from your brothers but it had been days since the last text… you weren’t worried though you knew your brothers would get through whatever mess they were in…

You felt your mind slide into an unconscious state for the first time in a long time you had a peaceful sleep… but in your dream you watched in flashes your brothers getting thrown around and bloody and beaten while being pulled in opposite directions of light and fire…

This dream so vivid so realistic snapped you right out of your sleep… you sat straight up and was heavily breathing by the time Gabriels hands had you turned facing him as you snapped back to the sound of his voice…

Gabriel: “Y/N babe its ok its ok…”

Y/N: “my brothers are in trouble… I had a dream, well more like visions.. they were being beaten, thrown around and they were being pulled away from eachother and it felt so real it looked as vivid as im looking at you right now… it scared me…”

Gabriel had to think for a moment before lifting your chin to gaze into your tear filled eyes and smiling lightly as he wiped your eyes…

Gabriel: “how did it look when they were being pulled apart…”

Y/N: “Dean was being pulled into some sort of bright light, Sam was being pulled into the fire… Gabe it seemed so real…”

Gabriel: “I am too my love, perhaps you should try calling one of your brothers… you know maybe a gesture of some kind…”

You smiled as Gabe handed you your phone and held you close as you dialed Dean’s phone… the other end clicked as you could hear someone else on the other end breathing…

Y/N: “Dean it’s me…”

Ellen: “Y/N…”

You were shocked that it was Ellen who answered the phone… you were now fearful for your brothers safety…

Y/N: “Ellen is everything ok? Where is dean?”

Ellen: “that’s what I would like to know he and Sam were supposed to meet me and Jo at the roadhouse to try and check out those rings they nipped from 3 of the horsemen but they haven’t shown up yet… or well I guess they were here cause the impalas here and so is dean’s phone but they aren’t those boys have disappeared...”

You gasped and held onto Gabe’s hand… you felt the air get caught in your throat, you didn’t know what would come out of your mouth as gabe looked at you and nodded…

Y/N: “Ellen I’m bringing reinforcements and coming to the roadhouse… and I don’t know how much my brothers told you bout my soulmate and who he is but I managed to bring him back from the dead and he is gonna help us… he wants to help for me… plus he is one of the good guys he is just a brother caught between 2 brothers in a war dating back centuries… he would have been forced to choose sides if not for me…”

Ellen: “yes they told me and I say follow your heart sweety but are you sure about all of it I mean both you and your soulmate should be extremely…”

Y/N: “Ellen we know we need to be careful but there are so many things about to happen… ive seen it and that’s part of the reason why I was calling… I wanted to make sure they were ok… I guess I need a sparring partner to make sure im not too rusty to rescue my brothers…”

Ellen: “I think we can work something out… i guess we will see you soon ish… where bouts are you?”

Y/N: “just outside of san Francisco… It was nice place to be for a while I mean I dealt with the occasional ghost thing but that was it… this place is really quiet…”

Ellen: “alright safe travels kiddo…”

You hang up the phone and Gabe gives you a hug.

Gabriel: “great we are both caught in the war between our brothers…”

Y/N: “it’s like we can’t choose sides and we can’t deny eachother seemingly enough from what ellen said it sounded like my brothers were accepting my choice to pursue my soulmate… I guess we need to get dressed in order to go to save my brothers…”

He places a gentle kiss on your forehead to reassure you.

Gabriel: “don’t worry my flower you and I will be together forever… I mean you will be given a chance for immortality once you meet Michael… we have to either be blessed by Michael or we have to have him present at our wedding… which of course you want your little family at our wedding but…”

Gabriel pulls out a ring and looks at you…

Gabriel: “Y/N will you marry me…?”

Y/N: “yes of course I will… and I would love to meet Michael… but we need to save my brothers too…”

Gabe slid the ring on your finger making it official… You both get dressed and you pack your few belongings. Then Gabe snaps his fingers and you are both standing with Ellen and Jo in the Roadhouse, you were instantly pursued by a big hug from Ellen and a huge long lasting hug from Jo…

Ellen: “oh darling its been far too long… really I mean its such a far out of the way place to live hun… don’t worry Jo will help keep you more calm…”

Jo: “its been far too long.. what did you forget how to pick up the phone… come girl let me get you something descent to wear…”

Jo went then for another hug and ran upstairs to grab you something else to wear… as ellen turned to Gabriel and smiled…

Ellen: “you must be Gabriel… im ellen…”

Gabe: “its very nice to meet the person whose been like a mother to my beloved Y/N…”

Ellen: “well im happy that she is happy… I mean ever since that mark appeared on her thigh she had been wondering who was on the other end of that, but now I can see she is in very good hands…”

Y/N: “thank you ellen… I just hope we can find my brothers… when you spoke to them did they say anything, anything at all to try & tip you off that they were being pursued…”

Ellen only shoke her head…

Ellen: “no they didn’t they only said that if anything happened to them at all at any point I was to contact you…”

Y/N: “ill be right back…”

You ran out to the impala and you found: Sam’s laptop, Dean’s keys, and a bunch of papers tracking Pestilence…

You grabbed everything and went inside… you walked in to see Jo coming towards you with a set of clothes… she grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the bathroom and she put the clothes on the counter…

Jo: “ok girl strip down im gonna help you get hunt ready… also we agreed that you would throw those clothes out the next time I saw you… I have had this outfit ready for a while.. go ahead take a look…”

You then looked and saw the most shockingly amazing clothes…

You smiled as you hugged Jo and she started helping you get into your new outfit… this one would forsure knock anyone on their ass… you loved having Jo as your best friend…

You stood in the mirror with everything on except the jacket and you smiled..

Y/N: “jo I love it… but my hair… what are we doing with my hair it cant stay like this…”

Jo: “your hair wont be an issue when im done…turn away from the mirror your not allowed to peak…”

After about 10 minutes of her pulling twisting and braiding your hair, you were finally allowed to look in the mirror…

Jo: “ok you look amazing keep your eyes closed while I come in front of you with a portable mirror… trust me girl, you look amazing…”

You heard her and waited patiently keeping your eyes closed till you felt her right in front of you…

Jo: “ok open your eyes girl…”

You did as told and in the mirror you saw your hair and smiled bigger…

for when you saw this it was like you were seeing you for the first time in months… you hugged Jo instantly and before you walked out she handed you your new jacket and you felt amazing…

when you walked out you knew you would get some longing looks… especially from a certain angel but you didn’t know what Ellen would say…

Jo: “may I present the new and improved hunt/rescue ready… Y/N…”

You came out from behind Jo as Ellen looked like she was about to cry…

Ellen: “oh hon you look so beautiful…”

You turned next to Gabe who was instantly in front of you...

Gabe: “oh babe you look amazing… I think I have an idea for finding and rescuing Sam & Dean but it’s a little risky…”

Y/N: “I’ll try anything no matter how risky in order to save my brothers and lock lucifer back up…”

Gabe: “if your serious about this know this that my plan may drain you of some of your energy…”

Y/N: “Gabe I’ll do anything, what’s your idea?”

Gabe: “I can dip into your thoughts of Sam and Dean use those to track down where your brothers are being held… but like I said babe it will drain you of some of your energy…”

Y/N: “do it, find them I already committed myself to you Gabe how much worse can this get…”

You could never live with yourself if your brothers died. Gabriel kisses you and dives into your thoughts bringing up your memories of your brothers. You just relaxed you weren’t even wanting to try & fight him, you trusted Gabe with all your heart.

Gabriel at the same time, scours the entire planet in seconds, although it feels like an eternity with him in your mind, and locates them.

Gabe: “They are being held in an underground container but it’s a 20 hour drive. I could teleport you all there in seconds but the horsemen would feel my presence the moment we get there."

Gabriel explains.

Y/N: “what do we do then… I cant loose you…”

Then he pauses and looks at you.

Gabe: “Maybe though i can hide my true identity until its action time. Y/N, you will be my hiding place. Our connection is stronger than it’s ever been and so is our love. Especially since this morning. I will take my body and angelic presence back into the ring. You, my beautiful soulmate will have access to my power to teleport to where your brothers are. Once inside you can release me, and we will get your brothers out."

Everyone looks at Gabriel and then at each other. You take a deep breath and nod.

Gabriel kisses you again before disappearing into the ring. Your eyes glow white slightly for a split second…

Then you feel power beginning to surge through your body. In your mind, you can visualize where Sam and Dean are.

You, Ellen and Jo head to the Impala, get in and you snap your fingers.

Instantly you are on the side of a highway with nothing to see for miles except dense forest. You feel your brothers tensing in fear, and you know instantly they don’t have much time left.

Y/N: "This way,"

you shout and wave to the others, taking off across the road into the dark woods.

You glow a little from the power, enough to light the way for everyone. You stop at a fallen pine tree, rotting and full of termites.

Y/N: "Here, under this ground, the container...and Pestilence."

You point towards the ground and it begins to break apart, revealing a hidden cavern. Suddenly dozens of skeltons laiden with beetles and maggots come charging out of the hidden entrance. They attack the three of you and battle ensues. Your borrowed power allows you to ditch two-thirds of the demonic warriors. Jo and Ellen yell over to you.

"We will hold the rest off while you find Sam and Dean."

You didn’t like leaving them with the remaining skeletons but you know this may be your only chance to find the boys.

You nod and rush down into the cavern. It’s a bit dark as you make your way down the only open passage. At this point you figure it’s safe to release Gabriel. You begin to place a kiss on your jewel but are suddenly grabbed from behind by large bony hands covered in insects. You try to scream but a hand covers your mouth.

You have a spelled dagger hidden up your sleeve, and you bring it out and slice at the hand covering your mouth. Pestilence screams and throws you to the ground, at which point you kiss the jewel. Gabriel appears in all his angelic glory and sends Pestilence flying far down the corridor. He helps you up and whispers in your ear,

Gabe: “Go, find your brothers. I will take care of this."

Y/N: “be careful… remember we have to live long enough to get Michael’s blessing…”

You kiss him and run far then you stop. You feel pain and fear through your still lingering connection with Gabriel. Sam and Dean!!

It’s coming through one of the walls. In an instant, feeling your panic, Gabe comes to your side and blasts the wall for you before returning to the battle. You make your way through the rubble and come face to face with a large seemingly unbreakable box. Faintly inside you can hear your brothers screaming for help. You frantically search for an opening to the box but fail to find one. You can’t find any controls either.

Y/N: “Sam! Dean! Hang on!"

You begin to sob and banging on the wall wishing it open. Suddenly Cas appears and in a blink of an eye he has Sam and Dean out of the box. Then as quickly as he flashed in he was gone again, leaving you with your brothers. They are unresponsive and writhing in pain. You yell for help, realizing that whatever was inside that box with Sam and Dean must have infected them.

Gabriel was just ready to wrap up Pestilence when he felt your anguish.

He looks quickly at his adversary, who is seemingly down for the count. Thinking he has a few seconds to spare he flashes to your side and lays a hand on Sam and on Dean. His hands begin to glow and the botflies that had gotten into your brothers are no more. Gabriel looks at you and smiles, much preferring the happiness he now feels from you.

Pestilence was almost gone, but Gabriel underestimated his opponent’s strength. He had quietly followed Gabriel’s essence and waited outside the door for the right moment to strike.

Gabe leans over to kiss you before heading back to his fight. As he does Pestilence sends large Angel blades into Gabriel’s back, and causes a scream of immense pain from your beloved.

Y/N: “I will kill you for that asswipe!"

With that your eyes glow white, and Pestilence screeches as he is slowly turned to dust. Sam and Dean are in awe but quickly recover and scramble to your side.

Sam: “Y/N, I'm sorry. I wish there was something we could do."

Sam places a hand on your shoulder and so does Dean,

You look up and your brothers through your tears.

Y/N: "I know."

You whisper and bend down to hug Gabe who is struggling to breathe and stay alive.

Your tears fall harder and you place wet kisses on his forehead and lips, not caring about the blood that is beginning to ooze from his mouth.

As his hand falls from cupping the side of your face, and his breathing stops, you scream

Y/N: "NO!"

You place your hands over his heart and you begin to glow. The blades disappear and so do the wounds. Within a minute Gabriel is awake and alive and kissing you with such ferver and passion it takes your breath away.

"I knew you were my soulmate, Y/N. Marry me"

to which you immediately reply

"Yes!"

And hug him tight. Sam and Dean, although not fond of your choice of lover, are happy for you both and express their gratitude to Gabe for saving their lives.

It was a while later when you, Gabe, your brothers, Ellen and Jo all got to the roadhouse again that everything seemed to take a greater toll… for inside there was a man, everyone except your beloved was on their guard…

Michael: “hello brother…”

Gabe: “Michael…”

Michael: “Gabriel, its been far too long…”

Gabe: “haven’t seen you round since you took over the god squad…”

Michael: “im here not on business but on the fact that you and Y/N are finally together I knew you may want to talk to me so im here as family…”

Gabriel: “well brother do we receive your blessing to marry???”

Michael looked at you as you stood tall in Gabriel’s arms… he then came over to you and Gabe placing one hand on you and the other on Gabe, he smiles…

Michael: “by the power vested in me by the laws of heaven I hereby bless you both that you may marry and be fruitful… minding now that I am so proud of what was accomplished to try and lock my brother back up so here is a tip… Dean if you don’t want to be my vessel that’s fine there is another who will work just as well… but you need to be mindful… going after death’s ring will be treacherous you will undergo a few trials… but either way stopping lucifer is priority #1…”

You feel Gabe’s arms around you as Michael removes his hand from Gabriel and places both on you and smiles again…

Michael: “now by the power of heaven I charge you… do you Y/N accept the power I bestow upon you???”

Y/N: “I accept the power bestowed to me by you…”

Michael: “and do you swear to rule with grace and beauty to not take anything lightly and not to let war destroy earth heaven or hell??”

Y/N: “I solemly swear so to do…”

Michael: “Gabriel is a prince which means I have one thing to say: long live Y/N the new princess of heaven…”

Everyone in the room clapped and Gabriel looked at you then his brother and smiled..

Gabriel: “thank you brother for the blessing… and for reinstating my title…”

Gabriel approached you and smiled…

Gabe: “well my princess what kind of wedding would we like?”

Y/N: “something festive but we have time…”

Gabriel kisses you…

#spn hiatus writing challenge 2017 #spn hwc - week 11

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turnoftherogue · 7 years ago

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The Pool of Tears Part 1

As the light finally blinded them Lacey closed her eyes and reached out to try the door again. There was a moment of complete silence and then a hum as if she was in a crowded room. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself sitting between Sam and Dean on an airplane. "what the…" she exclaimed. "How did we..?" Sam asked looking around them. "Both good questions." Dean replied. The Captains voice rang out over the PA system "Good evening folks we are currently passing over Illchester, then Elliott County before our initial descent into Baltimore." Suddenly a bright white light erupted from the earth arching upwards towards the sky and spreading outwards across the land. "Illchester weren't we just there?" Dean asked. Suddenly the shockwave hit and the plane began to rock. Lacey grabbed hold of both Sam and Dean's hands. "Hold on" She cried and moments later they were back on the ground. "Whoah!" Sam exclaimed as his knees buckled and he landed on the concrete. Dean sat down next to him looking up at Lacey who had managed to stay on her feet."Great timing and not that I'm not grateful but why put us on a plane in the first place?" he asked as he readjusted his senses. Lacey frowned at him "I didn't put us on that plane." Dean's eyes widened. "Are you sure?" "Yes. One I have to be touching you for you to come with me and two I normally only teleport to places where I know where I'm going in case something goes wrong." "Then how the hell did we get there?" Lacey shrugged her shoulders. "Ok then where are we now?" "I took us back to Chuck's. It was the first thing that popped into my mind." Sam stood up off the ground "let's go see if Chuck knows what's going on then" They walked in the direction of the house and came to a halt at the garden path. The house looked like a bomb had hit it. Sam went to where the front door used to be and climbed in followed by Dean and Lacey. As they rounded the corner Sam gave out a yelp as something came crashing down on his head. "Owww!" Chuck poked his head around the corner holding on to a plunger. "Sam?" Chuck asked. "Yeah!" Sam answered disgruntled. "Hey Chuck." Dean called out "so you're OK?" Chuck asked. "Well my head hurts." Sam replied glaring at him. "No I mean my last vision." Chuck clarified. "You went like full on vader. Your body temperature was one fifty, your heart rate was two hundred. Your eyes were black." "Your eyes went black?" Dean asked. "I didn't know" Sam said sheepishly. "Where's Cas?" Dean asked. "Dead or gone or whatever. The Archangel smote him alright, he exploded." Lacey shuddered. "Oh no" Chuck muttered. "What?" Sam asked. "They're coming." Chuck said looking worried. "Thought we'd find you here." They all turned around to find Zachariah standing there. "Playtimes over Dean. Time to come with us." Lacey glowered at him and stepped in front of Dean. Zachariah's eyes locked on to her, finally noticing her. "Well look here. Two for one." "You just keep your distance ass hat." Dean warned. You're upset." Zachariah nodded. "Yeah a little. You sons of bitches jump started judgement day." "Maybe we let it happen. We didn't start anything. Right Sammy?" Zachariah said winking at him "You had a chance to stop your brother and you couldn't so lets not quibble over who started what. Let's just say it was all our faults and move on, cause like it or not it's apocalypse now and we're back on the same team again." "Is that so?" Dean asked. "You want to kill the devil, we want you to kill the devil. It's … synergy." "And I'm jus supposed to trust you? Cram it with walnuts ugly." Dean spat. "This isn't a game son Lucifer is powerful in ways that defy description. We need to strike now, hard and fast before he finds his vessel." "His vessel? Lucifer needs a meat suit?" Sam asked. "He is an angel. Them's the rules. And when he touches down we're talking four horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies, the greatest hits. You can stop him Dean but you need our help." "You listen to me you two faced douche after what you did I don't want jack squat from you!" "You listen to me boy. You think you can rebel against us? Zachariah fumed. He paused a moment as his eyes tracked to Dean's hand. "You're bleeding" he said slowly. "Oh yeah a little insurance policy in case you dicks showed up." Dean said as he slapped his hand against an angel banishing sigil behind the door. "NO!" Zachariah yelled as he vanished into white light. "Learned that from my friend Cas you son of a bitch." Dean muttered. "This sucks ass." Chuck sighed. A while later they had checked into a motel. Sam had gone out for supplies and Dean was unpacking his guns from his holdall. He hissed lightly as he caught the bandage wrapped around his hand. Lacey looked up from where she was sitting on the bed. "Would you like me to heal that for you?" She asked standing up. Dean looked at her surprised. "You can do that?" Lacey nodded. "I've only done it a few times before but its only a small wound so shouldn't be too hard." She took hold of Deans hand and unwrapped the bandage covering it. She gently placed her hand over the wound. Dean felt a warmth and suddenly his cut didn't hurt anymore. "Thanks." He said. Lacey turned her gaze upwards from his hand and her eyes locked with his. He could feel the warmth replaced by the feel of her palm in his. There was a sudden noise as the door opened and Sam walked in. They broke apart and Dean went back to sorting out his guns. "Hey" Sam said as he tossed a small parcel at each of them in turn. "Hex bags." Sam explained. "No angels or demons are gonna find us with those things." "Where did you get them?" Dean asked. "I made them." Sam told him. "How?" "I… I learned it from Ruby." Sam said sheepishly. "Speaking of, how are you doing? You jonesing for another hit of bitch blood or what?" Dean asked. "It's weird. To tell you the truth I'm fine. No shakes, no fever. It's like whoever put me on that plane cleaned me right up." "Supernatural Methadone" "Yeah I guess. Dean…" "Sam it's Okay. You don't have to say anything." "Well that's good because what can I even say? I'm sorry I screwed up? Doesn't really do it justice you know? Look there's nothing I can do or say that will ever make this right." "So why do you keep bringing it up?" Dean snapped. "Look all I'm saying is why do we have to put this under a microscope? We made a mess. We clean it up. That's it. Alright so say this is just any other hunt you know? What do we do first?" "We'd figure out where the thing is." "All right. So we just got to find … the devil." A moment later there was a knock at the door. Dean grabbed his gun as Sam went to open it. A woman was standing on the other side of the door. She looked shocked and seemed to be having trouble breathing. "You Okay lady?" Sam asked frowning at her. "Sam is it really you?" She asked. "And you're so firm." She said putting a hand on his chest. "Uh do I know you?" Sam asked looking confused. "No but I know you. You're Sam Winchester and you're…" She peered around the door at Dean. "Not what I pictured. And who are you?" She asked looking at Lacey suspiciously. "I'm Lacey" She smiled. "I'm Becky" She said glaring at Lacey. "And I'm not with him." Lacey said shuffling away from Becky across the bed. Becky's expression cleared and she turned her attention back to Sam. "I read all about you guys. And I've even written a few…" She stopped and giggled. "Anyway Mr Edlund told me where you were." "Chuck?" Dean asked. Becky nodded. "He's got a message but he's being watched. Angels. Nice change up to the mythology by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old." "Right just umm what's the message?" "He had a vision. The Michael sword is on earth. The angels lost it." "The Michael sword?" Dean asked. "Becky does he know where it is?" "In a castle on a hill made of forty two dogs." "Forty two dogs?" Dean asked incredulously. "Are you sure you got that right?" Sam asked. "It doesn't make sense but that's what he said." She stepped towards Sam. "I memorized every word." She put her hand back on Sam's chest. "For you." "Um Becky can you quit touching me?" He asked awkwardly. "No." Becky replied. A few hours later after Becky had finally left Bobby arrived in the Impala. Lacey had gone out on to the balcony to clear her head. So much had happened in the past forty eight hours. Suddenly she heard raised voices coming from within the motel room. As she opened the door she heard Bobby say "This kind of thing don't get forgiven boy. If by some miracle we pull this off I want you to lose my number. You understand me?" Sam nodded looking crestfallen. "There's an old church nearby. Maybe I'll go read some of the lore books there." "Yeah you do that." Bobby told him. Sam turned to go. "I'll go with you." Lacey said following him out to the Impala. As they got into the car Sam turned to her. "You don't have to come with me you know." Lacey shrugged. "It'll be nice to have a change of scenery. Besides I think they have things to sort out." She said inclining her head back to the motel. "Well if you're sure you'll be safe with me." Sam said sadly. Lacey smiled at him. "Whether your safe or not I'm probably the best person to be around." Sam smiled back at her and pulled out of the parking space. After extensive reading Sam called it a day and drove them back to the motel. As they neared the room they heard a smashing sound. Sam broke into a run, crashing the door open, Lacey right behind him. They saw a couple of demons and Bobby attacking Dean. Bobby had Dean by the throat. Lacey flung her arm out and the demons flew across the room and hit the wall. As soon as this happened Bobby loosened his grip on Dean and stabbed himself with the demon knife. "Bobby!" Sam yelled as he rushed towards him. Lacey followed him and kneeled down next to Bobby. Suddenly one of the female demons reared back up from the floor and slammed her foot into Laceys head. Lacey keeled over onto the floor and everything went black. @18crazybutcutealsopsycho

#dean winchester #dean x oc #down the rabbit hole

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luciisthebest · 8 years ago

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Descent Into Darkness

Pairing: Alistair x Reader

Summary: After the readers death, her descent into darkness begins.

Warnings: Angst, death, suicide (it’s not graphic), descriptions of torture, torture, descriptions of wounds, some cussing, blood.

Word Count: 1,336

Song: Way Down We Go by Kaleo

A/N: I don’t know what to say. This is dark and I’m sorry, I’ll probably go to hell for writings this. Please heed the warnings and also I would highly recommend listening to the song while reading.

“Father tell me, we get what we deserve.

Oh we get what we deserve.”

This was it, today was the day you were going to meet your maker. Well actually you had already met him but minor details. Today, you were going to die and go to hell. Hell was what you deserved and that’s exactly where you were going.

“And way down we go.

Way down we go.

Say way down we go.

Way down we go.”

The best part was it was going to be slow and painful. You had already been laying in the grass for probably twenty minutes and there was no help coming. Guessing by the bruising you could see, you had internal bleeding and you had several deep cuts that wouldn’t stop bleeding. You were going to run out of blood soon enough and then you were going down. Down to eternal pain and torture.

“You let your feet run wild.

Time has come as we all oh, go down.

Yeah but for the fall oh, my.

Do you dare to look him right in the eyes?”

There was no hope. No matter what, you were going to die and the saddest part was it wasn’t even a monster that had done this, instead it was a human. A psychotic human that was still out there somewhere and was probably coming for you. As you gasped for breath you heard it, heavy footsteps where drawing near you and you knew the man was coming. You still had your gun, but the likeliness of you actually getting a good shot were slim to none. The steps grew closer and you felt dread creeping down your spine. Your body was broken and there was no way you could fight him. As he stepped into the clearing, you looked into his eyes and saw your death. Death at his hands would mean excruciating pain, he had the eyes of a monster and he meant to make you pay.

Lifting your gun, your hand trembled with fatigue. The man just laughed at you as he slowly stepped closer. The longer you held the gun the harder you hand shook, there was no way you were going to be able to make a kill shot.

If you were going to hell, then you were going on your own terms. With a swift movement you brought the gun up to your temple and pulled the trigger ending it once and for all.

“‘Cause they will run you down, down til the dark.

Yes and they will run you down, down til you fall.

And they will run you down, down til you go.

Yeah so you can’t crawl no more.”

Now you always thought death would be far more glorious but it was all really quite boring. Your soul was bartered for and of course hell won. From there you were taken to hell and put on the rack. Now this was where the fun began. Day after day different demons tortured you. Some days they would cut the flesh off you bones, and other days they would use blunt force and beat you till you were unrecognizable.

~~~~~

Today you had met Alistair, he offered you a way out of being tortured but when you said no he made all the previous torture you had experienced seem like child’s play. At the end of his session he stood over you covered in your blood, the pain made you want to vomit but you refused to give him that satisfaction.

“See you bright and early tomorrow.” Alastair said in a singsong voice as he set his razor on the table. All you could do was lay on the floor, there was no way you were going to last with him as your torturer. You watched as Alastair walked out of the room and you knew it would only be a matter of time before you broke.

“And way down we go.

Way down we go.

Say way down we go.

‘Cause they will run you down, down til you fall.

Way down we go.”

~~~~~

You were on the rack for 45 years before you broke. The day you broke Alastair handed you his razor and without a second thought you tore into the man in front of you. He cried out and begged you for mercy but you gave none. You ended up killing him in your rage, but with the snap of his fingers Alastair had revived him.

Now you were Alastair’s star pupil, today he was going to let you conduct your own torture and you were thrilled. Glancing at the mirror you smirked, to say you had embraced your dark side would be an understatement. Currently you were wearing black thigh high stiletto boots, black jeans, and corset style top. This was your favorite way to tease Alistair, you knew he loved to watch you work in outfits like this and later he always showed you by ripping your clothes off and making you scream his name loud enough for all of hell to hear.

~~~~~

Walking into the room, you watched as Alastair’s eyes roved your body. “See something you like?” You smirked at him as you picked up a blade.

Alistair herded you against the wall, leaning closer to you he whispered in your ear, “‘mmm I’m going to make you pay for teasing me later.” His voice was filled with a dark promise.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” You teased as you pushed him away. A huff of annoyance came from behind you but you ignored him. Swaggering over to the fearful woman on the rack, you smiled at her as terror flooded her eyes. “Oh don’t worry honey, I’m only going to tear you apart.” Raising your blade, you quickly slashed her stomach and smiled in satisfaction as blood gushed out of the wound, splattering your shoes.

A scream escaped the women as pain twisted her face. Leaning down you gently caressed her face, “shhhh don’t scream, we’re just getting started.” You slapped her hard across the face. From that moment on it was a free for all, you used every method of torture that Alistair had taught you on her and you relished in her screams.

Eventually you became bored with the woman, and simply snapped her neck. Alistair laughed from behind and with the snap of his fingers the woman was revived. “I do love it when you work.” You could feel Alistair’s eyes on you as his footsteps grew closer.

“Well you are a kinky bastard, so why am I not surprised?“ You laughed as you began cleaning the blades you had laid out on the table.

Alistair grabbed your arm from behind and spun you around. His eyes were white and he had a devious smirk on his face. “I think I like the idea of you working for me more often. What do ya say to making this your day job?“ He winked at you.

“Really?” You practically squealed in happiness.

Alistair pulled you closer. “I think we should seal the deal with a kiss for old times sake.”

That made you laugh, of course he would suggest something like that. Leaning toward, you closed your eyes. The moment Alistair’s lips met yours, you double over in pain, screaming as a fire tore through you.

“Oh bab-bab-yeah.

Wow baby.

Baby.

Bab, down we go.

Yeah.”

Collapsing to the ground, you lost consciousness. Even in the stifling blackness of unconsciousness you could still feel pain running through you. And then suddenly it was gone and you were jerked back awake. The first thing you saw was Alistair and you started screaming at him in fury. “What did you do to me? I swear I will kill you, you motherfuc-”

“Look in the mirror, before you threaten to do all sorts of fun kinky things.” Alistair pointed to the mirror in the corner.

Climbing to your feet, you quickly made your way over to the mirror. What you saw made you gasp in shock. Black eyes stared back at you from your reflection. Black eyes that could only belong to a demon.

“Welcome to the fold.” Alistair’s smug voice made you to spin around.

“Oh I’m gonna make you pay.” You growled as you stalked towards him.

Alistair’s eyes turned white, "Oh I do look forward to this, give me all you’ve got little girl.“

"Mmmm you know it does things to me when you call me little girl.” Your voice was huskily from the lust pulsing through you. Finally reaching Alistair, you slammed him against the wall and kissed him roughly. Tonight you were going to show him just how grateful you were. He had been pivotal in your true descent into darkness and you had loved every second of it.

“And way down we go.

Way down we go.

Say way down we go.

Way down we go.”

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gcdgiven · 8 years ago

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gcdgiven: ........ i started writing something [at work] but i'm legit holding back tears so i actually have to stop and wait until i get home omg @cellobowsandarrows: ......... what did you start writing gcdgiven: ............... somethin' cellobowsandarrows: .................. what kind of something gcdgiven: ................ a sad kinda somethin' cellobowsandarrows: oh no. WHAT SAD SOMETHING. DONT PLAY GAMES WITH ME gcdgiven: LET'S JUST SAY IT'S SO SAD THAT IT MADE ME WANT TO CRY IN PUBLIC. AND I DON'T DO THAT SHIT IN PUBLIC cellobowsandarrows: WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU WRITING OMGOSH

TW: Character Death.... my bad....

He wasn't pacing. He had paced in the halls the night before their wedding. He had paced when she was in labour, a restless energy that was felt by everyone that dared to go near. He had moved for the sake of moving, afraid of collapsing into himself like the stars he'd looked after once upon a time.

There was very little difference between the devil and the wolf that walked grooves into the perimeter of his territory. Every step was measured, the deliberate descent into a primitive state. With every step, his shoulders rounded out, his jaw hung a little lower, breathing through his mouth like a canine. Perhaps, finally, the earth had claimed him in his final form. The Beast, alien to the people of Eden, would always prevail of any humanity inside him-

"Dad?"

He turned like he'd been attacked from behind, hands swiping out to snatch at empty air, nostrils flaring, eyes wide and disturbed. It was only at the sight before him that he faltered - remembering that humans didn't take well to the heightened animal. His children stood, frozen in alarm - only seeming to ease when they saw the recognition in his eyes. Lucy was the first to move, averting her gaze from her father's raw emotion to fix her jacket. After a moment, Sam reached out to touch her arm, but didn't turn away.

"We're gonna be at B's house," he said. A moment, hesitating (an opening, vulnerability, now's the time to strike - stop it, your flesh and blood are not the enemy), before he went on, "She asked for you."

"N-" The word became stuck in his throat, and Lucifer gave a little grunt. Apparently, wordless, he gave the slightest shake of his head.

"Don't." It was the first time he'd heard Lucy speak all day. All week, really, "She asked for you. This won't be postponed."

Dark eyes flash over to her brother's gaze, signalling the final decision on the matter. Sam swallowed past the lump in his throat, and looked down at the ground. It took a moment, but he nodded in agreement, and let go of his sister's arm. She didn't move yet, watching, waiting for her father. A stubborn dog reluctantly obeying a command, Lucifer walked towards them - to the door they blocked. Satisfied by the response, Lucy headed for the exit. Sam remained until his father was right in front of him.

He opened his mouth, and that was as far as his resolve would take him. His eyes were turning red around the edges, and he had to swallow once more before he was able to croak out, "Love you, Dad."

Lucifer looked at him, and for a moment - maybe he was there. It was enough exposure to place his hand to the back of his son's neck and pull him in, pressing a kiss to the man's forehead. Sam crumbled under pressure, his breath beginning to shudder out. He lingered in the moment, his eyes slipping shut as his son fell apart. He couldn't do this, not to Sam - he couldn't let his children watch him slip away. By the time he pulled away, he managed to scrape together something of the voice of the father they knew.

"I love you both," he made sure to look at Lucy. He made sure that she knew, before glancing back at Sam, "I'll see you later."

Cheeks stained with tears, the man gave a small nod, and finally followed his sister out. Lucifer was alone in the hallway, waiting to hear the click of the door as they finally left. The beast inhaled, tilting its weary head up as he filled his lungs... and he killed it. It wouldn't be fair, to be so much of something and let that something die in front of her. Lucifer took that breath, and opened the door.

Kate had him locked in her gaze immediately. So much had changed over the years- she seemed so small, so frail, now, and yet those eyes were still able to say so much. She saw right through him. Tired, the crease between her lips tugs up at the corner, a quiet assurance. Simple acceptance. He inhaled, air making every pipe quiver on the way down to his lungs.

"All dressed up for me, darling?" he tried, falling flat on the delivery. But Kate's smile stretched, and it was encouraging enough. He shut the door behind him, crossing the room to place himself in the chair at her bedside. As he did, he went on, "You really shouldn't have. The kids were just in here. Naughty."

"You absolute-"

His hand took her small, withered one, and lifted it to press a kiss to her knuckles. He didn't dare break eye contact as he murmured, "I know."

Kate closed her eyes, her mouth bobbing as she tried to wet her lips. It pained Lucifer more than he could put into words. He'd seen this woman jump off buildings. Now she couldn't get out of bed, was hardly able to speak. Their universe was dwindling, the walls closing in. He knew this day was coming. He knew saving her, that night in the alleyway, was only postponing the inevitable.

Kate Morningstar was going to die.

"How's Sam... taking it?"

It was with numb words that Lucifer told her, "Barely made it out of the room. Lucy's in shock. They're grieving... but they'll be alright."

For Kate, it was too late for tears. But if she would have cried at all that night, it would've been then, in the hesitance before she dared to ask in that warbling voice.

"And you?"

Him? He was sitting at his wife's deathbed, with barely three gray hairs while she had shrivelled under the pressures of time. How was he taking it?

The question drew him out from the cold that numbness provided, though the heat that awaited him wasn't warmth.

"You're dying. How do you think I'm taking it?"

"You'll... you'll be alright..."

"Enough." There was more power to it than he realized he had in him to muster. But there was a spark, and it was burning, "They love you. They love you, Kate."

Almost tired, as if they'd had this conversation a thousand times, she asked, "You didn't?"

It was the past tense that made him snap.

"It wasn't love. I didn't love you. Love is for humans. I gave you so much more. I'm giving you so much more. It's everything, you're everything. Kate-"

"Don't... make this hard."

"What, don't make it hard to die? I think I'll continue to be an obstacle."

"Stop. Lucifer... we talked about this-"

"I lied," It was perhaps the most heartbreaking thing of all. He'd shattered everything he stood for to compromise, and in the e... and now it wasn't enough, "I lied, Kate, I lied, I'm so sorry-"

"Lucifer..."

"I'm not ready. I'm not ready, please. Please stay."

"Won't you... lie down? Lucifer... please?"

"I'll lie down later. Not now-"

"There is... only now..."

He had reached the end of his strength. His whole life was slipping away, and he found himself powerless to stop it. Powerless to do anything except listen. Obey. Finally, the great adversary merely followed the command of his deity. Carefully, he slid his arms underneath her, shifting her over to make room for him. He sculpted himself to her side the best he could without putting his weight on her. He ducked his head down, nudging his nose into the crook of her neck.

Her chin bumped into his head, and she hissed, "Gently, Lucifer..."

Almost in defiance, he bared his teeth and pressed them flat to her shoulder, right where it disappeared under her collar. Kate inhaled, one hand moving to touch his elbow, sliding up along his bicep.

"I said gently."

"You know me. You know this is gentle."

He lifted his head and, as if a fire had been sparked in him, he was angry. How dare she forget? They'd spent a lifetime fighting side by side. He was many things, but softness was a rare trait. He was strong. She was stronger.

Kate's breath rattled in their silence. He was starting to cry - or he only just realized - but he didn't dare look away. Using his first knuckles, he stroked over her face, lingering in the folded lines. They'd lived a life, they'd lived a forever - he'd given her everything he could. Everything he didn't think he could. Against all odds, she'd grown old, and he'd had the honour of being in her life.

Her eyes were glazing over. His breath catching, he dared to nudge himself a little closer, his nose a hair's breadth away from hers. She blinked, focusing once more on him.

There is only now. Swallowing back the sound that was bubbling in his throat, Lucifer told her, "I loved you. I love you. I will always..."

He was close enough that she could bend her elbow, resting her hand on his back. He closed his eyes against the wave of tears, leaning into press his forehead to hers.

"Take... care... of them... Lucy... Sam..."

Lucifer gave a nod. If he whimpered, it was only for them to hear. But he broke through the warble in his voice to promise, "I will. Darling, I will. Everything's arranged, they'll ask for nothing-"

Kate's chest rose and she hummed a laugh. He felt her wrist lift from his back, trailing her fingertips along his spine, "Prawn..."

"Yours," he opened his eyes, pulling back a little to meet her gaze, "Forever y-"

Her eyes had slipped shut, and he could've sworn his heart stopped. But then she nodded, the trace of a smile.

"Lie... lie down..."

Lucifer sat up so she could take her hand back, and lay down on his arm beside her. He grasped her clasped hands in one of his.

"I'm going to find you," he promised, "I'll going to do everything in my power to lift my banishment, and I'll find you in your paradise."

"Luci..."

"I'll find you."

"Love..."

"I love you."

He shifted closer, just enough to kiss her temple. They closed their eyes, and that's how they remained for the hours that slipped past. Her tired, rasping pants kept the silence at bay, distracted them from the fact that maybe, perhaps, they'd finally run out of all the things to say to each other. He was afraid to say something, and watch in horror as she couldn't reply back. She was too far gone. It was only a matter of waiting.

"I should've killed your father. I should've never run away that night after Uriel died. I shouldn't have said the things I said. I was wrong. You were right, you're always... You're always good. You're a hero, Kate Morningstar. Maybe a part of you never believed it, and I know I've always been a prawn... but I'm your prawn. And you... you've always been my hero. And I never thanked you for saving me. Thank you."

Her breath was fading, the space between each one growing longer.

"I will always be grateful for you, my dear. I will always love you."

There was a rattle, from the back of her throat. Lucifer's chest hitched, his grip tightening around her lax fingers.

"I love you. I love you."

A star will seize before its collapse. Kate's lungs clenched, and she exhaled. A silence. Her heart stuttered, as if baffled by the failings of the rest of her body - and eased. She sighed once more, stilling.

One beat. Two beats. Another breath.

And Lucifer was alone again.

#i quite like this book | FIC. }#i'm not going to pretend i can undo anything | KATELUCI. }#cellobowsandarrows #death tw #character death tw

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Hey so my fic is up there! That’s a devil face reveal but I thought I’d add a bit of the future finale rewrite since I wrote that part and we’re not gonna get to it for a while yet... This is how the finale is gonna go down in In Other Words when we finally get there: so Chloe knows Lucifer’s the Devil, has for a while, and they’ve also been in a relationship for a while. I don’t think there are spoilers for anything else so I feel like it’s safe to share.

The stairs felt like they would go on forever, but finally Chloe reached the bottom, coming down the marble steps just in time to see Cain collapse at Lucifer’s feet, with Lucifer bent over him. Chloe thought he’d collapsed as well, until she recognized his “Hell crouch,” which meant she had a pretty good idea of where Cain was going. She breathed a sigh of relief. Lucifer was okay and Cain was finally dead. Now things could go back to normal - or as normal as they'd ever been.

“Lucifer?” she called.

“Detective.” He rose from his crouch, turning to face her, and whatever question she'd been about to ask flew out of her head.

For a fraction of a second, she wondered if somehow Lucifer’s face had gotten horribly mutilated in the fight somehow but it wasn't long before the truth sank in.

The Devil face was back.

She froze, the hesitation of a moment, but Lucifer noticed.

“Detective?” he asked, sounding confused, and Chloe realized that he didn't know. The thought sat uncomfortably in her chest as she continued to stare.

Before he'd discovered the loss of his face, she'd thought she was ready to see it again. Now it was no longer hypothetical, and Chloe hated herself for wishing she'd had more time to prepare. The face’s intrinsic terror mingled with the memories from the first time, when he’d shown her and flipped her world upside down, turning her mind into a battleground.

It was the hurt incomprehension in Lucifer's eyes, that touch of humanity amidst the hellfire, that finally broke Chloe out of her daze.

Come on, this is Lucifer. She kicked herself mentally. It's not like it's anything you haven't seen before. You know he'd never hurt you. Get it together. She took a slow step forward, then another. It was more the shock of its sudden reappearance than anything else - Lucifer didn't deserve to think she was afraid of him.

“Your… face,” she explained, as she moved closer, figuring she ought to give some explanation for her odd behaviour. Lucifer raised a hand (a red, ravaged hand) to touch his cheek. He must have been able to feel the difference because his eyes widened as he watched her approach, and the fear and uncertainty in them broke her heart.

“I-I don’t know if I can… put it away yet,” he told her, voice trembling, standing perfectly still as though awaiting a verdict. Chloe closed the last few steps, furious at her own reaction, for making him think he needed to hide.

“Lucifer, it’s okay,” she said, reaching up to cup his cheek. His breath caught but he made no move to stop her. Chloe stopped breathing herself.

She kept the touch as light as possible, certain she was going to hurt him. The skin beneath her hand felt rough to the touch, like he’d let his stubble grow too far, but not like the horrifying open wound it resembled. “It’s okay,” she repeated.

Lucifer’s eyes fluttered shut as soon as her skin made contact, letting out a shuddering sigh that sounded like it contained all the air in his lungs. It wasn’t just relief, and she wondered how long it had been since anyone had touched him wearing this face. If anyone ever had.

The sigh was all the warning she got before he slumped against her, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, his head falling to rest on her shoulder before he slid to the ground.

“Whoa, hey!” Chloe did her best to direct his descent, cradling his head the way he’d cradled hers, what felt like hours before. His shirt was riddled with holes, and Chloe felt cold at the thought of Cain emptying his clip into Lucifer at point blank range, only her distance keeping him safe. Cain lay still, with one of Maze’s knives buried in his chest. She wasn't sure how it had gotten there; she was just relieved it was over. A few of his other men lay strewn around, but she couldn't know if they were all accounted for without a more thorough investigation and right now her focus was all for Lucifer. He'd fought, done all this, with his wings in such a ruined state, in such an incredible amount of pain.

“Hey, hey, stay with me,” she whispered, stroking the top of his head with its ridges of scar tissue. She really hoped his face wasn't hurting him too, on top of everything else. “Don't fall asleep yet, okay babe? Backup’s on its way, we need to get out of here.” If he didn't have control over his face any more, they needed to make sure no one else saw him. Lucifer made a choked sound, half pain, half something else, and Chloe thought hard. He needed to be away from her, to heal, so her place was out. She figured Dan and Ella would have joined the backup team but there was always a chance that there would still be people at Lux - their prisoner, at the very least - so that was out too. Lucifer couldn't deal with any more complications. He needed rest.

“We need to get to Linda's,” she decided. It was the safest place to put him until Lux was secured. She pulled Maze’s knife free of Cain’s chest with difficulty, wiping the blade on his shirt before sticking it in her belt. It was very distinctive, and the last thing she wanted was for Maze to get blamed for this.

Lucifer was still boneless in her arms, shivering like a fly stung horse, and if Chloe didn't know any better she'd say he was going into shock.

Luckily that was something she was trained to deal with. She just needed to get him into the car and then she could handle the rest.

“Lucifer, come on, we gotta go,” she said, gently chafing his shoulders. Since the feather, she felt invincible, but not quite strong enough to lift his six feet of dead weight. “SWAT’s gonna be here soon and we can’t let them see you. Okay? We’ll be safe at Linda’s. Help me out here.”

Lucifer’s eyes shot open, a wild and frantic expression in them, and Chloe had just enough time to realize how her words might have been misinterpreted if he’d been drifting in and out and had only heard half of them.

“Lucifer, no, it’s fine, we’re okay -” Before she could calm him down, he’d thrown his arms around her, his grip painfully tight. There was another rush of air. Chloe squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her face into Lucifer’s chest, hoping against hope he wasn’t doing himself irreparable damage by continuing to fly.

They burst into Linda’s, collapsing in a heap of feathers. Chloe knew it was Linda’s office because she heard the doctor let out a shriek.

“Oh my God!”

Lucifer’s head was framed by his wings, muffling his voice, but he distinctly groaned, “Not...”

“Shh, Lucifer,” Chloe said, caressing his head and face, desperate to keep him calm.

His eyes struggled open. “Chloe?” he ground out. “Safe?”

Tears started in Chloe’s eyes, and she blinked them away before they could fall, keeping her hand on his face, which retained none of its terror for her now - how could it, when he was looking at her with such obvious concern and love?

“Yeah,” she answered, nodding. She choked, swallowed, tried again. “Yes, Lucifer. We’re safe. We’re both safe. You got us to Linda’s.”

The tension left Lucifer’s body. He fell back with a sigh, eyes closing.

“Lucifer?” Panic seized Chloe and she quickly checked for a pulse. Upon finding it, thready, but present, she let out a sigh of her own and sat back, drawing her knees up to her chest and resting her head on them. He was just out cold.

And then, because I’m not going to be so mean as to leave you with that cliffhanger...

Lucifer woke her next, making restless noises and fluttering his wings. Bleary and disoriented, Chloe sat up, trying to stop him before he hurt himself. Her name was interspersed with his pained sounds and she felt her heart clench.

“Lucifer. Lucifer! Hey, it’s okay.” She stroked his chest, his arms, his face (which still retained its Devil form), whatever she thought might calm him. It took her fingers brushing his feathers to make him shiver and lie still.

“Chloe.” Lucifer’s eyes opened at last, scanning the room, not settling on anything. Chloe grasped his hands, hoping to ground him.

“Yeah, Lucifer, I’m here. I’m right here. We’re safe. We’re okay.” Lucifer met her eyes and the tension went out of him as he let out a sigh.

“Chloe,” he whispered again, and she went into his arms readily, still trying to properly wake up. She saw now what Maze had meant about him freaking out if she hadn’t been with him when he woke. Worry was a nauseating drumbeat in her chest. She’d never seen Lucifer so out of it. He’d told her before how sensitive his wings were, and they’d borne the brunt of assault rifle fire.

Just when she thought he was finally starting to relax, he made a sound of despair, shaking his head from side to side.

“I can’t make it go away.” His voice in the semi-darkness was quiet and desolate. He moaned. “Why can’t I make it go away?”

For a moment, Chloe thought he meant the pain, until she realized he was talking about his face. She’d gotten so used to it, had been so worried about his actual injuries, that she’d almost forgotten.

“Shh.” Chloe put a hand on his face to soothe him, noticing as she did so that Maze was gone, just like she’d said. She was glad, on some level, that the demon wasn’t here to witness this. “Don’t worry about that right now, babe, it’s okay. It doesn’t bother me. We can figure it out later.” She pressed a kiss to his ravaged forehead and Lucifer let out a shuddering breath. “Now, talk to me about your wings. How are you feeling? Is there anything I can do?” She wanted to take the opportunity now that he was finally awake even though she was still half asleep.

“Ow,” Lucifer admitted, attempting to move the appendages in question. His feathers bristled in distress. Chloe helped him to sit up against her better judgement, as he looked around in apparent confusion. “Why are we sleeping on the floor of Linda’s office?”

Chloe huffed a laugh. The situation was more than a little absurd. “Well, Maze was on the couch.”

Lucifer frowned. “Maze was here?” He sniffed the air, like he could smell her.

“Yeah, Cain’s thugs got her pretty good. She told me she’d probably be gone before I woke, though.”

Lucifer’s face still showed his lack of trust in Maze and Chloe thought of her promise.

“She’s pissed at you,” Chloe told him honestly. “That’s why she was working with Cain in the first place. But when Cain started threatening the rest of us, she turned on him. That’s why she got hurt.” She shook her head, stopping them before they went down that road. “Let’s not think about that right now, okay? Maze is gone and she’s not going to be hurting anyone for a while. Right now I’m more worried about you.”

Lucifer grimaced again as his wings shifted. The effect was even more pronounced on his Devil face. Chloe bit her lip. “Maze said your wings would take a while to heal, but I know you hurt more when I’m around.”

Lucifer’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist. “Stay. Please,” he said, and Chloe felt her heart twist.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’m not going anywhere.” Lucifer relaxed, looking relieved, and Chloe smiled softly.

I wish there was more fic with Chloe accepting and comforting Lucifer is his devil form, Piercer of Lies is probs the only one I've seen outside of a few post-canon reveal fics where she pecks him on the lips and he usually changes back.

you and I must be reading in different fic circles. There’s some REALLY good fic out there, here’s some of my faves :D

Samael by theleafpile

Chloe asks Lucifer about his real name. His true form begins to leak through when he refuses to tell her. Coincidence?

The Devil You Know by pellaaearien (Part of the In Other Words series)

“Detective, it is not my intent to frighten you. In fact, that’s why I’ve been putting this off for so long.” He hesitated for a moment, sucking in a shallow breath. “But, you are a woman of logic and reason. You require proof. So I’m going to give it to you.”

A week ago, Lucifer confessed his love to Chloe. Now it’s time for her to know the whole truth.

Where The Demons Hide by EllanaSan

AU for “The Weaponizer”. After killing Uriel, Lucifer loses control. Maze calls the only person who can tame the big bad devil…

#lucifer #talking about my writing #that's all you get until it's published #(probably)#stuff I'm in

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