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It’s Not A Big Deal

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: Dean's in for a rude awakening when he finds out exactly what you did when you got stranded in another universe.

Tropes: Fluff, Frenemies (Dean and the Reader), Awkward Situation, Multiverse Problems.

Word Count: 3.1K (I promise I didn't mean for it to happen)

Warnings: I'm gonna label this 18+ just to be sure. There is some swearing (only a few times), Heated Kiss, Sexual Innuendo, References to Sex/Past Sex (it happens quite a bit). Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy (Everyone knows he’s a warning).

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person

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A/N: Okay I know that I should be working on my other fics, but I had this idea after reading an INCREDIBLE fic by @justagirlinafandomworld called "Stranded" for @jacklesversebingo and I couldn't help myself.

Sam squeals the car into the parking lot of the motel so loud that Dean and you can hear the high pitched scream of rubber on asphalt from your room on the second level.

"If he ruins those tires he's going to pay for them." Dean grumbles under his breath from where he sits at the small wooden table under the window, wiping down his gun with a clean rag. The sunlight that came streaming through dramatized the sharp angles of his jaw and the soft sleepy strands of his hair that still stuck up from when he woke up an hour ago.

"I don't know what his hurry is." You don’t look up from the worn paperback perched in your lap, gently turning the page. "If he's that eager to get back here to tell us something he should have just called."

“Maybe there was a sample sale on hair gel.” Dean laughs at his own joke and you can sense him look up from the gun to try and catch your eye, but you don't raise your gaze from the text.

“That’s pretty brave coming from someone who owns 90% of the products in that bathroom.”

“What? I do not-“

“Really? If I walk in there right now there won’t be seven different half-used deodorant sticks?”

“They’re different smells." Dean says defensively. "And shut up. I don’t comment on how many books you bring with you. Don’t know why you need to shove a million in your bag and then just buy one while you’re here.”

“Because I might not feel like reading the ones I bring. I might want to try something new. And this book,” You wave the book in your hand for emphasis. “Is very good and I don’t have it back at the bunker, and it was only two bucks!"

“But the others ones might be good too. You don’t know.” Dean sighs, looking at you like you're insane. "You just let them sit and rot in your suitcase."

Today was the last day that you would be staying in Louis, Illinois. The current case that the three of you had been working on together had been solved, which meant that the townsfolk were no longer dealing with a zombie outbreak and you were at peace to settle down on your pull out bed with a good book, taking a few moments for yourself.

You desperately needed at least five, but you also wished that you were already back in your room at the bunker.

The bed there didn't have as many springs that stuck into your back at odd angles and didn't squeak whenever you moved an inch. Your inability to find a comfortable position meant that the mattress squeaked all night long and Dean had thrown his pillow at you to make it stop. He hadn’t been pleased when you returned it back to him. Then again, you had hit him in the face with it as hard as you could when you did.

And like hell you were going to give Dean Winchester the satisfaction of sleeping in bed with him. You’d had to do that one time on a hunt where there were no extra rooms and Dean refused to let you sleep on the floor or in his car. He said that you might make it spontaneously combust.  So you'd shared the bed and learned that he was the biggest blanket hog you’d ever met, not to mention when you woke up he was spooning you and you couldn’t be certain, but you thought he had tried to cop a feel at least once.

If anything you’d maybe sleep in Sam’s bed, but the guy was so much bigger than you he took up most of the space, so you were stuck with the pull out couch.

You couldn't wait to be home. You liked going out on cases, but you liked that you had a home now, a space that was only yours, and someplace where you could shut yourself away from the world. And most importantly, away from Dean Winchester, who had been the bane of your existence since the night you met him for the first time.

Of course this wasn't too bad either. Taking a few moments of quiet for yourself while Dean cleaned his guns and sorted some of his tools in his duffle. The two of you were getting more comfortable around one another. When you’d first met there had been a lot of screaming and several "she's not going to be there is she?" and "what the hell is she doing here?" questions that Dean moaned to Sam over and over the more the three of you teamed up.

You weren't used to working with other people, well, now you were,  but before it had just been you and the endless road. But as it began to happen more and more you tried to fit comfortably into the swing of things. Dean and you would occasionally bump heads, but it happened less now than it did before. After five years you'd hoped that the two of you could be more civilized, for Sam's sake at least.

Sam and you got along much better. You didn't understand what Dean's problem was with you, or why he hated you so much. He was always correcting you, insulting you, and snatching things away from you as if you hadn't been hunting your entire life. Occasionally it wasn't that bad, like right now, but it had been much worse a few years ago.

When you'd met Dean you'd hated him, thought he was a dick, but the more the two of you spent time together on cases the more you saw that he did those things to hide what he was feeling and the more you saw how big his heart was.

You believed that your relationship now with him had progressed to a sort of symbiotic relationship, but honestly it was more like passive aggressive roommates who fight over whose turn it is to clean the dishes.

Dean still tended to get high and mighty sometimes and annoyed you without end, but you stuck around and in Sam's words "bickered like an old couple."

Sam had gone to grab some snacks and fill the tank at the gas station down the street twenty minutes ago, leaving with a joyful "Don't kill each other."

So far there were no casualties, but apart of you itched to beam Dean in the back of the head with the paperback just for a little bit of excitement.

Sam bursts into the room out of breath. "Okay I-"

"Where's the fire Sammy?" Dean sighs looking up from his gun.

"I ran into someone when I was at the gas station." Sam says it all together, as if it's one sentence.

"And?" You move your hand in a come on gesture hoping that Sam will get to the point.

"Well he's- he's-"

The man that pushes into the room past Sam is not Dean, he looks like him, but that's not why he's so familiar. He's muscular with dark brown hair that hangs a little longer than Dean's, over the top of his ears, while a few strands fall forward on his forehead. He's allowed a dark beard to cover his cheeks, but his eyes are the same piercing green that they were the last time you saw him. And if that wasn't enough for you to recognize him, the dark green superhero suit would be a dead giveaway.

Oh shit.

"Ben?" You drop your book onto the thick carpeted floor in surprise.

Two months ago you had been unwillingly transported to another reality, a reality where superheroes were real, people had powers, and where you met a version of Dean that you actually got along with better than the Dean in your reality.

You hadn't told Sam or Dean what happened between Ben and you. You weren't about to admit out loud that you actually got along with another version of Dean or admit that you found the other version of Dean aka Ben, attractive. So attractive in fact that you had spent a good amount of the time in the other universe in bed with him before you came back to your reality.

Ben doesn't respond, instead he crosses the room in several powerful strides, and hauls you up off the pull out couch.

"What are you-"

One of his hands tangles in the back of your hair, pulling your mouth against his in a furious kiss that steals your breath away and silences whatever you were going to say next. A part of you registers that Dean and Sam are still in the room, but it's quickly swept away by how it feels to kiss Ben. You hadn't forgotten him, anything but that. Sometimes you actually kind of missed him, when you were lonely or when the Dean from your universe annoyed you too much. Because Ben annoyed you too, but at least at the end of it there was a way to relieve the tension. With Dean the only place you put all your frustration was into the hunt and there were only so many times you could bash a Djinn’s head in.

Ben's tongue brushes against your bottom lip, begging for entrance, and you let him in, bringing your hands up to the back of his neck to thread into the long strands of his hair. The strands fall between your fingertips, feathering out from your grip. You moan softly into his mouth as he deepens the kiss, feeling the familiar scratch of his beard against your cheeks, and feel his hand begin to slip down your back to rest on the curve of your ass.

Well, he certainly hasn't changed.

"Fuck I missed you sweetheart." Ben murmurs against your mouth squeezing your butt to emphasize the point. "You and this sexy fucking body."

"Ben." You roll your eyes with a snort.

"What? You didn't miss me?" He raises an eyebrow, forcing his mouth into an attractive pout. "Because you certainly seemed happy to see me a second ago." His free hand gently traces your plump lower lip with the pad of your thumb.

"I did and I am happy to see you, but what are you doing here?"

"Thought so." Ben leans his head back down towards yours, ignoring your question as he tries to kiss you again, but before he can Dean interrupts.

"What the fuck is going on?" Dean shouts, standing from the table under the window, and points his gun at Ben's unprotected back. "Who the fuck are you?"

Ben half turns over his shoulder eyes flicking from the gun to Dean with a sigh. "Look the only thing that's gonna do is piss me off. And you don't want that kid."

Dean makes a face. "Who the hell are you calling kid?"

"Now why don't you two fuck off for a few hours, let me give her a proper hello." Ben turns his dark eyes back on you, cupping your chin in his large hand.

"Y/n? You want to tell us what's happening? Or who this guy is?" Sam asks, but you can't look away from Ben.

You really had missed him. Ben was even more attractive than you remembered. The day that you'd left his universe, Ben had asked you to stay, well, had asked you in his own way. He'd said that he wasn't done with you and if you had stayed he would have made it worth your while. But you had to come back. You weren’t sure how Dean and Sam would survive without you and also because the universe that Ben inhabited was more terrifying than yours, and that was saying something, given that you dealt with demons on a daily basis.

"Guys this is Ben." You clear your throat. "Ben this is Dean and Sam."

"Ben as in Soldier Boy? From the fucked up reality with the people with superpowers Ben?" Dean sputters. He lowered the gun slightly, but he's still looking from Ben to you like he's just walked in on his parents making out.

"Yes." You say it slowly, trying to find a way out, but there really isn't any way to hide this.

It's not that big a deal, is it?

Ben releases you and turns to look at Dean, eyes skating over his body. "So that's Dean?" He tilts his head to the side. "Kinda scrawny. The way you described him made me think he'd look a little more like a man and less like a fucking pussy."

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Dean takes a step towards Ben, holding his gun steady out from his chest. You noticed that Dean did try to puff it out more after Ben's insult.

"You heard me." Ben smirks, welcoming the challenge.

"Whoa!" You step between them. "Calm down ladies there's enough Prada to go around at this sample sale."

Ben's eyes narrow in confusion at your comment, but he doesn't back down from Dean.

"I'd say that you left a few details out of your trip!" Dean shouts looking from Ben to you in disgust. "Did you sleep with me?"

"What?" You look at him like he’s crazy.

What does he mean?

"You, and him." Dean gestures wildly with the gun. "Did you sleep with me?"

"What are you talking about? No I didn't sleep with you, I slept with him and it was only once!" You shout back.

Ben clears his throat.

"Fine. A few times.” You correct with a sigh.

“But- you- him-“ Dean’s head turns from Ben to you. “Him- you-.”

“Yeah. Me and her fucked.” Ben says it slowly like Dean is a child.

Honestly he was acting a little bit like a child.

Sam is holding back his laughter behind a hand while Dean’s eye begins to twitch aggressively.

This is exactly why I didn’t tell him. They aren’t the same person! Dean is Dean and Ben is Ben. Someone who shares the same face. And probably the same other things that I’m not going to think about right now because that seems crazy.

"How many times is a few?” Dean demands.

"Why does that matter?”

"HOW MANY?" He shouts so loud that you think the people in the next room over were probably having a wonderful time listening to this soap opera.

Because it kinda did sound like one right? The main character never gets along with someone and then gets transported to another reality through a colorful portal and immediately clicks with another version of him. And-

Maybe I need to rethink my life.

"Well..." Your face scrunched up trying to count exactly how many times that you and Ben had sex. It was difficult. Not that it was hard to remember, you knew that you weren’t going to forget it anytime soon, but just the amount of times the two of you were together was more than you could count on your fingers.

"Well what? You were there for five days!"

"I mean..." You shrug.

“Why?” Dean groans pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to scrub the images from his brain.

Honestly, if he’d told you that he had sex with another version of you, you probably would have had the same reaction, but you were not about to admit that to Dean Winchester of all people.

He’s not gonna win this argument. Especially not when he's waving his gun around like a psychopath.

“Because he's-“ You  glance over at Ben who winks at you. “I don’t know. He’s just kinda-.”

“Everything you’re not.” Ben raises his eyebrow at Dean.

“Sammy you gonna weigh in on this?” You look at Sam expectantly hoping that he can jolt Dean out of the never ending loop he seemed to be stuck in.

“Nope. I’m staying out of it.” Sam holds his hands up in surrender.

“I cannot believe you slept with me!” Dean shouts again.

“Stop saying that! I didn’t sleep with you! I slept with him. Can we please move on-“ You groan.

"Same thing!"

"What? How is it the same thing?” You plant your hands on your hips glaring at Dean.

"He's me from another universe!" Dean is gesturing wildly with his gun now. “How would you feel if I slept with an alternate version of you?”

“It’s completely different!”

“How?”

“They aren’t us!”

“He sure as hell looks like me!" Dean snaps back. "What did you close your eyes the whole time or something?"

Your cheeks flare bright red with Dean's question. "No I didn't!"

“And I don’t look like you.” Ben grunts crossing his arms over his chest and giving Dean a once over again.

“He also doesn’t act like you.” You add.

It was true, Ben didn’t. And for some reason you got along with him more. You didn’t understand what Dean’s problem was, but for the better part of five years he’d been treating you like you hadn’t been hunting your whole life. Not to mention the first three years were spent with Dean barely saying two words to you without some kind of insult attached.

“That’s beside the point!”

“How is that beside the point?” You demand.

“I can’t believe you did this!”

"I didn't kill anyone Dean. I didn't torture any babies or kill any puppies. We are consenting adults! We had sex-"

“No no no!” Dean puts his fingers in his ears. “Lalalalala.” He sings to himself to avoid the image.

"And we're gonna have it again. So the two of you should clear out, unless you're in to that kind of thing Deanie.” Ben wraps his arm around your shoulders to pull you into him, but you don’t take your eyes off of Dean.

“Fuck I’m gonna need so much therapy after this” Dean groans putting the gun down on the table. Which was a good sign because now you weren’t worried that he would accidentally shoot Sam in the foot.

“Really? After everything you’ve gone through that’s what pushes you over the edge?” You ask him in shock.

“Yes. Are you happy? You’ve driven me to the point of insanity!” Dean snaps.

"You're acting like a child."

"I am not! I am having a completely normal reaction to finding out you slept with Wannabe Captain America!” Dean gestures to all of Ben who looks at Dean like he can’t tell if it’s an insult or not. 

You take in a deep breath to calm your racing heart. “Why are you so upset that I slept with him Dean? I don’t understand how this is so earth shattering to you that two people had sex! You have sex with people all the time-“

“Not with you!”He snaps back, but then clears his throat when he realized what he just said.

“He is not YOU!” You shout rolling your eyes for the millionth time. At the rate he was going, you were sure they were going to roll out of your head. 

“As important as this conversation is… can we maybe put a pin in it and go back to why he’s here?” Sam asks diplomatically.

“No-“ Dean says at the same time you say.

“Yes! Ben why are you here?”

“Don’t really know.” He shrugs taking a long hit from a joint that seemed to materialize out of thin air, while tightening his arm over your shoulders. “All I know was that I was fighting Homelander and someone hit me from behind. Then I ended up here.” Ben’s eyes trace your body. “But I’m not complaining, especially not because I got to see you again doll.” He winks.

“Homelander?” Dean repeats. “That is the stupidest hero name I’ve ever heard in my entire life.”

“He’s anything but a hero.” You fight the shudder from the last time you ran in to him. “Think about Superman if Superman was a narcissistic sadist with a massive inferiority complex, no weakness, and an obsession with perfect hair.”

Dean looks Ben up and down with a heavy sigh. “I’m disappointed that I couldn’t have at least been a bit more like Batman.”

“Trust me. You don’t want to meet knockoff Batman from his reality either.” You respond.

"I guess I'll start doing some research." Sam says slowly, looking from Ben to you while hiding a smile.

He’s enjoying this way too much.

"Good." Dean frowns at Ben, before he claps him hard on the shoulder. You saw Dean fight the wince when he felt how solid Ben was. "Let's get you home buddy." His eyes dart from Ben to you. "Before you do anything else that'll scar me for life."

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Going to try and sum up my thoughts as best I can so here we go.

This episode destroyed me. Like, I don't think I can watch this episode again for a few days kind of destroyed me.

I had a feeling that Odyssey duo would somehow separate but I genuinely wasn't expecting the situation with Dean.

I'm a Deanthebean9 defender until the day I die. Dude had no choice and we *know* from past videos that he has a habit of keeping things to himself because he doesn't know how Parrot will react and that scares him. He literally said that in the safest civilization video. He didn't tell anyone about the mole because he was scared about how they'd all react.

He doesn't want his only friends to be mad at him and he also just wants to live.

Was his choice the best one? No, definitely not. But I can't exactly blame him for it either. It's like a "you made a bad decision but I see where you're coming from". Dude was just trying to survive and was put in a situation where he had to choose whether or not he wanted to live or die and, like almost any person, chose to live.

Now everything about Odyssey duo will probably be in a separate post because like, I still need to emotionally recover.

Anyways, we're at the Farlands City! And (I think) Horace is the leader of it?? I'm not really sure it was 1:30 am when I got to the end of the video. Good to know that he escaped Skyblock Civilization.

Personally, I believe that the Farlands City is doomed by the narrative. Every civilization we've seen in this series thus far has been destroyed at one point or another so I see no reason to believe this one won't get destroyed eventually.

Also I mentioned in a reblog somewhere that if anything happened to Odyssey duo I'd jump into the void in my hardcore world. Now, you're never going to believe this but right before I started watching Parrot's video I DIED TO A ZOMBIE VILLAGER. So I guess I won't be jumping into the void anytime soon.

I *think* that's all I wanted to get to? I might share more thoughts when I rewatch the video and judging by how stressful this week is going to be...I probably won't rewatch it until Saturday at the earliest.

Odyssey duo rambles might come later today. Maybe tomorrow when I'm supposed to be paying attention in class. Who knows.

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The Demon began screaming and thrashing about in the chair, he was tied up to, after I threw Holy water at it. "You ready to talk?" Dean asked him. "I don't know. I don't know anything!" The demon shouts. "Oh, you hear that, guys? He doesn't know anything." Dean sneered and Sam and I smirked. "Yeah, we heard." Sam said.

"I'm telling you the truth." the demon said. "Oh, you are? My god, then I owe you an apology. Allow me to make it up to you." Dean said as I hand him the holy water. Then he forces holy water into the Demon's mouth. "I'm gonna ask you one last time...Who holds my contract?!" Dean asked, angrily.

The Demon goes quiet, head hanging, then he looks up his eyes are black and he is smiling. "Your mother. Yeah, she, uh, showed it to me right before I bent her over." The demon sneers and Dean leans in closer to the demon. "I want a name. Or else..." he growls.

"Or what? You're gonna squirt your holy water in both ends? Please. Brother, that's like a fleabite compared to what's coming to me if I tell you jack. Do what you want. The only thing I'm scared of is the demon holding your ticket." the demon said and Dean stares at the Demon then looks at Sam, who nods and begins reciting an exorcism.

"How does that feel? Does that feel good?" Dean asked the demon as he starts to scream and squirm. "Go ahead. Send me back to hell...'Cause when you get there, I'll be waiting for you...with a few pals who are dying for a nice little meet and greet with Dean Winchester." The demon said.

"Should I?" Sam asked Dean and Dean glares at the demons. "Send him someplace he can't hurt anyone else." he said and Sam continues the exorcism. As the Demon begins screaming, I look over at Dean and noticed that he looked a bit nervous and fearful.  

After burying the body, Dean and I make our way back into the cabin and enter it just as Sam got off of his phone. "Bury the body?" He asked us. "Yeah. Looks like these demons ride 'em hard just for kicks." Dean said as he opens and chugs on a beer then crashes tiredly onto a couch. 

"What was the phone call about?" I asked Sam as I grab a beer too and drink it. "Remember that thing in the paper yesterday?" Sam asked us. "Stripper suffocates dude with thighs?" Dean asked. "Of course that would've caught your eye." I grumbled while Sam chuckles.

"The other thing." he said. "Right, the guy that walks into the E.R. and kneels over dead. His stomach's ripped out?" Dean said. "His liver, actually. Anyways, I just found out something pretty damn interesting." Sam said. "What?" I asked him. "The dead body covered in bloody fingerprints, not the victim's." Sam explained.

"Okay, great. My man Dave Caruso will be stoked to hear it." said Dean. "Those fingerprints match a guy who died in 1981." Sam added and Dean and I sit there in silence. "Really. So, what are we talking? Uh, walking dead? Walking, killing dead?" I asked. "Maybe." Sam said, shrugging. "Zombies do like the other other white meat. Huh." Dean said then he looks up at Sam. "Speaking of, what do you care about zombies?"

"What do you mean?" Sam asked. "Well, you've been on soul-saving detail for months now. And we're three weeks out, and all of a sudden, you're interested in some hot zombie action?" Dean pointed out. "Hey, man, you're the one who's been all gung ho to hunt. I just thought I'd be doing you a favor." Sam said, offended.

"Hey, no, no, no, no, no. I didn't say I didn't want to do it, okay. I mean obviously I want to hunt some zombies." Dean said. "Okay, fine, whatever." Sam said, exasperated.

"Yeah, the rest of the body was intact. The liver was the only organ missing." the coroner said as we stand in his lab, listening to him. "Now, where the liver was ripped out, did you happen to notice any...ah...teeth marks?" Dean asked and Coroner gives us a look then asked. "Can I see your badges?"

"Of course, sure." Sam said and we show him out badges. "Fine. So you're cops and morons." He said as he leads us to the cabinet where they hold bodies. "Excuse me? No, no. We're very smart." Dean said. "The liver was not ripped out. It was removed. Surgically. By someone who knew their way around a scalpel. Didn't you read my report?" The coroner asked us.

"Of course we did." Dean said and I nod. "Oh, it was riveting. It was a real page-turner, just delightful." I said giving a small smile to the man. "You done?" he asked me and Dean. "I think so." Dean and I said. "Please go away." The coroner said. "Okay." Dean said just as Sam and I said. "Sure."

As we walked down the hallway of the hospital, I noticed Sam smiling. "What?" I asked him. "Nothing. So, that kind of punches a hole in our zombie theory, huh, that scalpel thing?" Sam said. "Yeah, zombie with skills, Dr. Quinn, medicine zombie." Dean jokes.

"Maybe we're on the wrong track, guys, looking for hacked-up corpses." Sam said. "What should we be looking for?" I asked Sam. "Survivors. This isn't zombie lunch. This is organ theft." Sam said then we head towards a different part of the hospital. 

"I told the cops all of this yesterday. I don't want to talk about it anymore." the patient said, annoyed. "It's just a couple of questions, sir." Sam assures him. "Hey, man. I just got my kidney stolen. I'm tired." The patient said. "We'll be out of here quick. Don't you want to get the guy?" Dean asked him. "Will it get me back my kidney?" The patient asked back with attitude.

"So what's the last thing you remember?" I asked him. "Feeding my meter. I got jumped from behind...and then I wake up strapped to a table. And then the worst pain you could possibly imagine, only worse. And then I black out again. Thank God. And then I wake up screaming in some no-tell motel in a bathtub full of ice." he replied to me with a bit of much calmer and better tone than he was giving the boys.

"Do you remember anything about the surgery – you know, what the guy looked like, any details about the room?" I asked him, calmly. He looks me over then shakes his head. "No, the thing I only really remember was getting my kidney cut out of my body." He replied and I nod, giving him a sympathetic look.

Later, at the motel, the boys and I were sitting at the table, Sam was using the laptop and Dean was happily eating a burger while I flick through a book. "So, I got a theory." Sam said and I look up at him. "Yeah?" Dean and I said. "Yeah, I talked to Mr. Giggle's Doctor. Turns out his incisions were sewn up with silk." Sam said. "That's weird." Dean remarks.

"Yeah, nowadays it is, but silk used to be the suture of choice back in the early 19th century. It was really problematic. Patients would get massive infections. The death rate was insane." Sam explained. "Good times." I said, sarcastically.

"Right, so Doctors, they had to do whatever they could to keep infections from spreading. One way was maggots." Sam said and I give a disgusted look as Dean's face scrunches up. "Dude, I'm eating." He said but Sam continues. "It actually kind of worked because maggots, they eat bad tissue, and they leave good tissue. And get this. When they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots."

"Dude, I'm eating!" Dean yells as I try not to gag. "Alright, let me get this straight. So, people are getting ganked, right?" I asked Sam. "Yeah." He replied. "A little antiques roadshow surgery, some organ theft. But why is this all sounding familiar?" Dean said.

"Because you heard it before. When you were a kid...from Dad. Doc Benton...real-life Doctor, lived in New Hampshire, brilliant and obsessed with alchemy, especially how to live forever. So, in 1816, Doc abandons his practice and..." Sam said and Dean nods as it now started to ring a bell to me. "Right, yeah, nobody hears from him for like 20 years, and all of sudden, people start showing up dead." I said. 

"Dead or – or missing an organ or the hand or some other kind of part." Sam said. "Cause whatever he was doing was actually working. He just kept on ticking. Parts would wear out, he'd replace them. But I thought Dad hunted him down and took his heart out." Dean said. "Yeah, I guess the Doc must have plugged in a new one." Sam said.

"All right, where's he doing the deed?" I asked Sam. "According to this, Benton's picky about where he sets up his lab. He likes dense forest with access to a river or stream or some kind of freshwater." Sam replied as Dean takes another huge bite of his burger.

"Why?" I asked, curiously. "Because that's where he likes to dump the bile and intestines and fecal matter." Sam replied and I felt my stomach turn at this, and tried not to gag, while Dean looks disgusted and lowers his burger, gagging slightly.

"Lost your appetite yet?" Sam asked us. Dean considers this, looking at the burger and then at Sam, then back at the burger. "Oh baby, I can't stay mad at you." Dean said to the burger and takes a huge bite, staring at Sam as he chews. "I think I lost my appetite for the rest of the year." I remarked and Sam chuckles.

Later, Sam, Dean and I lean over a map on the bed then Sam points at map, where some areas are circled in red. "So these are all the cabins. Most of them have been abandoned for years." He said. "So what the hell are we waiting for?" I asked just as Dean's phone rings and he answers. "Bobby." He answered then he straightens up at this. 

"I'm listening. Who's that? Like a Cleveland steamer?" Dean asked and he listens into the phone. "And now?" He asked and there was a small moment of silence. "And he thinks it's Bela?" He asked and my ears perked up at this. "She's used that before. Well, it's kinda of a sloppy move, isn't it? Getting in contact with one of your old friends." He said and Sam and I exchange looks.

"Thanks, Bobby. We're on our way. Okay." Dean said then he hangs up and looks over at us. "Come on. We're going after Bela." Dean said and I smiled. "Good, you don’t have to tell me twice." I said while Sam looks at us, confused.

"What? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second." Sam said as Dean and I start to pack a bag. "Come on. Get your stuff. The clock's ticking." Dean tells him. "Look, I think we should stay here and finish the case." Sam said and Dean turns to him. 'You insane?" He asked.

"Dean, there's no way she still has the Colt! That was months ago! She probably sold it the second she got it." Sam said. "Well, then we'll kill her. Win-win." I said and Dean nods. "Exactly." Dean said. 

"Guys..." Sam said, exasperated.

"Sam. We're going!" Dean yells.

"No!" Sam yelled back.

"Why the hell not?" Dean asked. "Dean, this, this here. Now. This is what's gonna save you." Sam replied. "What? Chasing some Frankenstein?" I asked him. "Chasing immortality." Sam said and Dean and I stare at him, startled. 

"Look, Benton can't die. We find out how he did it, we can do it to you, Dean." Sam said. "What are you talking about?" Dean asked, shocked. "You have to die before you go to hell, right? So, if you can never die, then..." Sam started to explain but then I raise my hand.

"Wait, wait, wait. Wait a second. Did you know that this was Doc Benton from the jump?" I asked him. "No." Sam replied, quickly, but Dean and I stare at Sam, tilting our heads in a question.

"Look, I was hoping." Sam replied. "So the whole zombie thing, it was lying to us?" Dean asked him, angrily. "I didn't wanna say anything until I was sure, Dean. All I'm trying to do is find an answer here." Sam said. "No. What you're trying to do is chase Slicy McHackey here. And to kill him? No. You wanna buy him a freaking beer. You wanna study him." Dean said, getting even more angry. 

"I was just trying to help." Sam said. "You're not helping! You forget that if I welch on this deal, (y/n) dies. Guess what, living forever is welching." Dean yells. "Fine! Then, whatever the magic pill is, (y/n) and I'll take it too!" Sam said. "Oh, what is this? Sid and Nancy? No. It's just like Bobby's been saying. We kill the demon who owns the contract and this whole damn thing wipes clean. That's our best shot." Dean said.

"Even if you had the Colt, Dean, who are you gonna shoot? We have no idea who holds the ticket." Sam said. "Well, I'll shoot the hellhounds then before they slash me up." Dean yells and there was a pause before I turn to Sam.

"Now, you coming or not?" I asked him. "I'm staying here." he replied, quietly. "No, you're not. 'Cause I'm not gonna let you wander out in the woods alone to track some organ stealing freak." Dean said.

"You're not gonna let me?" Sam asked. "No, I'm not gonna let you." said Dean, firmly. "How are you gonna stop me?" Sam asked and Dean again looks startled. "Look, man, we're trying to do the same thing here." Sam said. "I know. But I'm going. So if you wanna stay...stay." Dean said and we watch Sam but Sam continues to stare at the wall.

Dean shrugs, puts his bag on his shoulder and heads over to open the door but Sam doesn't move. I grab my bag then turn to Sam. "Sammy, be careful." I said, concerned, then Sam finally turns to face us. "You too." He said, quietly. We stare are each other for a long moment, then I turn and walk out of the room while Dean reaches out and closes the door behind us.

CANAAN, VERMONT

Dean and I climb the tall stairs onto the porch where we see a handwritten sign saying No solicitors, that means you! No asking for donations. No selling ANYTHING! ​​​​

"Sounds friendly." I muttered and Dean smirks before he rings the buzzer, then bangs on the security door. Then we hear a noise and look up to see a security camera moving to train on us.

"What?" a voice said through a speaker. "Hi, uh, Rufus?" Dean greets, cautiously. "Yeah, even if I am, the question is still the same. What?" Rufus said, annoyed. "Uh, I'm Dean Winchester and this is (y/n) (l/n). We're friends of Bobby Singer's." Dean said.

"So?" Rufus said. "You called him this morning." I said as I look towards the camera. "So?" Rufus said again. "Uh...you told Bobby about a British chick who made contact with you." Dean said. "And so?" Rufus said. "You know where she is?" I asked him. "Yeah." said Rufus.

"Great. Could you tell us where we could find her?" Dean asked. "No." Rufus said and Dean looks down. "Course not." I muttered then Dean looks back at the camera. "Look, Rufus, man..." he started to say but the door opens and Rufus steps out. 

"Look, let me point something out to you and your girlfriend. You two are knocking at my door, so don't Look, man me. I'm not your man." Rufus said. "Sorry, sir." Dean and I said. "All right, let me tell you a little story. See, once upon a time, Bobby called me, asked me to call him if I got a whiff of this Bela Talbot. I got a whiff. I called. The end." He explains.

"Okay, yeah, if you could just tell me where she is, I mean, that would be great." I said and Rufus looks between us. "Dean Winchester and (y/n) (l/n), right?" Rufus asked. "Yeah." We replied. "Dean and (y/n), do I look like I'm here to help you two?" He asked. "I'm gonna say no?" Dean said and Rufus nods. "Then get the hell of my property." He said but I step in.

"All right, yeah, fair enough. We got one more question for you, though. See, I got this, uh, this bottle of scotch, and...uh, is this considered good?" I asked as I pulled out the bottle of this certain alcohol Bobby told Dean that we needed to pick up.

Rufus eyes the bottle, then eyes me and Dean before he starts smiling.

After downing a few glasses of the drink, we were sitting at the table with glasses in front of us. The bottle now is three quarters empty. "Bottoms up." Dean said and we click glasses and drink. "You know, I don't even bother drinking unless it's this stuff. Nectar of the Gods, I'm telling you." Rufus said. "Yeah, it's a nice change, you know. Most of my whiskey comes from a plastic jug." Dean said and the three of us laugh.

"So, Bela was here because..." I said, trying to ease into the subject. "She wanted to buy a couple of things, which is gonna take me some time to round up." Rufus replied as he takes a sip. "Where is she now?" Dean asked him a d Rufus watches us closely.

"Can I ask you two something?" he asked. "Sure." we replied. "You got three weeks left, Dean. Why are you and your girl wasting time chasing after that skinny, stuck-up English girl?" He asked and I raise an eyebrow. "How do you know about that?" I asked, suspiciously, then Rufus leans forward.

"Because I know things. I know a lot of things about a lot of people." Rufus replied. "Is that so?" Dean said, intrigued. "I know ain't no peashooter gonna save you." Rufus said.

"What makes you so sure?" I asked him. "Cause that's the job, kid. Even if you manage to scrape out of this one, there's just gonna be something else down the road. Folks like us...there ain't no happy ending. We all got it coming." Rufus explained. "Well, ain't you a bucket of sunshine?" Dean said, snarkily.

"I'm what you've got to look forward to if you survive." Rufus said then he smirks then raised his glass again. "But you won't." He said then he downs his drink.

"So, Bela..." I said then Rufus begins to speak but I could tell that he was quite drunk. "Hotel Canaan. Room 39. But watch your back." He said. "I think we can handle Bela." Dean assures. "Oh, don't be so sure about that. There are things that you don't know about her." said Rufus. "Oh, and you do? Right. Because you know things." I said. "Yep." Rufus said in a superior tone.

"And let me guess...you lift her fingerprint?" Dean asked.

"Yep."

"And that got you jack."

"Yep. She burnt them off. Probably years ago." Rufus said. "Yeah, so you're right where we are." I said. "Nope." He said and we give him a funny look.

"You do her ear?" Rufus asked, which startles us. "Sorry?" We said, confused. "You do her ear?" Rufus asked again then Dean and I exchange looks before Dean looks back at him. "Hey, man, I'll try anything once, but I don't know. That sounds uncomfortable." He said. "And painful." I added as I scratch my ear.

"Ears are as unique to humans as fingerprints." Rufus said. "No kidding." Dean said before Rufus continues. "Of course, that don't fly in the courts over here, but in England, they're all over it. A friend of a friend...of a friend faxed me 10 pages of confidential files within a day. All I had to send him was one clean shot off the security camera." He said as he gets up and walks over to a desk.

"Right. One clean shot of her ear." I said and Rufus comes over and hands us a folder. "The so-called Bela Talbot." He said and Dean accepts it and the two of us began to read through it. And let's just say, I was shocked at what I read.

Bela enter her hotel room then turned to close the door behind her when Dean pushes her back against the door. He lays his arm across her throat and I point my gun at her face. "Where's the Colt?" Dean asked her. "Dean. (Y/n). She replied, calmly. "No extra words." I growled. "It's long gone, across the world by now." She replied. "You're lying." Dean said and he grabs her bag from her hand to look in it.

"I'll call the buyer. Speak Farsi?" she asked just as I grab her arm, pulling her against me. "What the hell are you..." she started to ask as I quickly frisks her and found her gun. And I hold it up to her. "Don't flatter yourself." I said as Dean snaps on the room's lights and I point my gun at her again.

"Don't move." I threatened as Dean begins searching the room. "I told you I don't have it." she said. "Oh, yeah, we're definitely gonna take your word for it." Dean said and turns his back and continues rifling through her draws. Bela tries to slink away but I cock my gun and aim the barrel of the gun closer to her head.

"Don't move." I growled. "It's gone. Get on a plane if you two must. Track down the buyer. You might catch up to him eventually." Bela said as Dean finishes searching then returns to my side.

"Are you going to kill me?" she asked me. "Oh, yeah." I said. "You're not the cold-blooded type." Bela said. "You mean like you? That's true. See, I couldn't imagine killing my parents." Dean said and Bela seemed shocked that we knew but she tried to regroup from the shock.

"I don't know what you're talking..." she started to say but I shook my head. "Yes, you do. You were, what, 14? Folks died in some shady car accident. Police suspected a slashed brake line, but it was all too crispy to tell. Cut to little Bela...Oh, I'm sorry, Abby...inheriting millions." I sneered and her eyes widen again.

"How did you even..."

"Doesn't matter." Dean interrupts her. Bela stares at us for a few moments then she swallows as she gives a small smile. "They were lovely people. And I killed them. And I got rich. I can't be bothered to give a damn. Just like I don't care what happens to you, Dean." she said and I push her roughly against the door with my arm across her throat.

"You make me sick." I sneered at her. "Likewise." she spat at me and I felt her hand go into my pocket. I take a step back and again points my gun at her head, smirking. She stares back, then closes her eyes. I started to place my finger on the trigger when Dean places a hand on my shoulder. I look over at him and he nods towards the upper doorframe.

I look up and see some woven herbs hanging over the ledge. I stare at the herb then at Dean before he nods. Bela opens her eyes as I drop the gun. "You're not worth it." Dean said and I push her aside and we leave. 

"Guys." Sam said after he called us on my phone, which was on speaker. "Yeah." We replied. "Did you get the Colt?" Sam asked. "What do you think?" I said, annoyed. "So, does that mean Bela is, uh..." Sam started to ask but Dean speaks up. "No, no, she deserves to die a dozen times over, but I couldn't let (y/n) do it."

"Dean..." Sam said, worried. "I'm really screwed, Sammy." Dean said. "No, you're just..." Sam said but I speak up.. But you were right. Bela was a goose chase." I said. "The Colt's gone, and this time I'm really screwed, Sam." Dean added.

"Maybe not. Look, guys, I found Benton's cabin." Sam said. "You okay? Was he there?" I asked him. "Yeah." replied Sam. "Did you kill him?" Dean asked. "No." Sam replied. "What do you mean, no?" Dean asked, annoyed. 'Dean, please just listen for a second. I found his lab book, and it has the formula." Dam said.

"What, the live-forever formula?" I asked him. "Yeah." Sam said. "Great, let me guess. I got to drink blood out of a baby's skull?" Dean asked. "No, that's the thing. It's not black magic. There's no blood sacrifice or anything. It's just science, Dean. Very, very extremely weird science, but..." Sam said but Dean speaks up. 

"Wait, wait, wait. What are...What are you saying? You think..." Dean said. "Dean, I think it might be doable. I mean, I know we've hit a lot of walls, but I...I think this formula, I think it might be it. This could save you." Sam said.

"Okay, so, this formula..." I said. "Well, I mean, look, look, we're not in the clear yet. There are still things that I don't get..." but Sam stops and it sounded like there was a struggle going on. "Sam? Sammy!" Dean and I called out but the phone ends the call. "Damn it." Dean growls and he puts his foot on the gas pedal.

We were able to track down Benton's cabin in the woods and made our way in. As we entered, we looked around and could hear Benton talking. Then Dean found a bottle of chloroform and dipped his knife in it. "Back up plan." He tells me after I gave him a confused look.

I nodded and we made our way down the stairs and we could see through the plastic curtains of Benton's lab. We see Benton standing over Sam, who was strapped down to the table. I pull out my gun and fire three shots at Benton.

He turns to us and I could see that he was basically an abomination. He had scars and stitches all over his face, like he had patches of different skins and sewed them together to make a face. "Shoot all you want." He said and he approaches us and I let loose two more bullets.

Benton throws me into the wall and I fall to the ground. Dean plunges a knife into Benton's chest and Benton knocks him down then starts to laugh. "A knife? What part of immortality do you not understand? Pity about the heart, though. It was a brand-new one." Benton said. "Good. It should be pumping nice and strong..." Dean said and hd holds up a bottle of chloroform. "Sending this stuff throughout your whole body. See, I picked up your little bottle upstairs and dipped the knife in it." He said and Benton collapses.

Later, we freed Sam and then tied up the unconscious Benton to his operatiing table. Eventually, he wakes up and sees his predicament. "Oh, hiya, Doc. Wakey, wakey, eggs and bac-y." Dean greets. "Please." Benton bega. "Please what? You've been killing poor bastards for over 150 years and now you got a request? Shut up." Dean sneers.

"No, you don't understand. I can help you. I know what you need." Benton said. "We might have to cut him up into little bits. You know, this immortality thing is a bitch." Dean said. "I can read the formula for you. You know...immortality...Forever young, never die." Benton said and Sam comes up to Dean. "Dean." Sam said. "Sam." Dean said and Sam walks out of the room, indicating me and Dean should follow.

"What?" Dean asked as we go to the other side of the room. "I mean, we're talking hell in three weeks. Or needing a new pancreas in like half a century." Sam said. "Yeah, well, you can't exactly get those at a Kwik-E-Mart." Dean said.

"It's not perfect, but it buys us more time to think of something better. We just need time, Dean. I mean, please, just...just think about it." Sam said to him. "No." Dean said. "Dean, don't you want to live?" Sam asked him. "What he is, isn't living. Look, this is simple." Dean said, firmly.

"Simple?" Sam asked, confused. "To me it is, okay. Black or white; human, not human." Dean said and he walks back to stand in front of Benton. "See, what the Doc is is a freakin' monster. I can't do it. I would rather go to hell." Dean said. "You don't understand. I can help you!" Benton calls out but then Dean covers a rag with more chloroform and places it over Benton's mouth.

Then he turns to us. "Now, I'm gonna take care of him. You guys can either help me or not. It's up to you." He said and I step forward towards him while Sam looked upset.

Sometime later, we put Benton inside refrigerator and put a chain around it. Then we dug up a grave for him then place the fridge in the large hole. We also placed some heavy stuff on top of the fridge, including Benton's book. 

As we got out of the grave, we heard Benton waking up and he tried to get the door open but of course he couldn't. "No! No! Don't! Stop it! I can help you! No!" We hear Benton scream out but Dean shakes his head. "Enjoy forever in there, Doc." Dean growls and we began shovelling in the hole while Benton yells. "Let me out! I can save you! No. Don't."

*3rd Person POV*

Bela slowly walks down the hallway and picks the lock on a door. She removes a gun from her jacket and quietly enters. She raises the gun and puts three bullets into the bodies lying under the covers on each bed, then moves closer, turning on a bedside lamp.

Bela pulls back the covers to find two sex dolls slowly deflating. She checks the other bed, another sex doll. The phone rings and she quickly picks it up. "Hiya, Bela. Here's a fun fact you may not know. (y/n) felt your hand in her pocket, when you swiped that motel receipt." Dean said. "You don't understand." Bela said, her voice shaking.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I understand perfectly. See, I noticed something interesting in your hotel room. Something tucked above the door. An herb. Devil's shoestring? There's only one use for that. Holding hellhounds at bay. So you know what I did, I went back and I took another look at your folks' obit. Turns out they died ten years ago today. You didn't kill them. A demon did your dirty work. You made a deal, didn't you, Bela. And it's come due." Dean said and Bela sits there in shocked silence.

"Is that why you stole the Colt, huh? Try to wiggle out of your deal, our gun for your soul?" Dean asked her. "Yes." She said, her voice full of tears. "But stealing the Colt wasn't quite enough, I'm guessing." Dean said. "They changed the deal. They wanted me to kill Sam and (y/n)." Bela said.

"Really! Wow, demons untrustworthy. Shocker." Dean said, sarcastically. "That's, uh, kind of a tight deadline too – what time is it? Well, look at that, almost midnight." Dean said as he looks at the clock on his car. "Dean, listen, I need help." Bela cries.

"Sweetheart, we are weeks past help." Dean said, angrily. "I know I don't deserve it." Bela said. "You know what, you're right, you don't. But you know what the bitch of the bunch is? If you would have just come to us sooner and asked for help we probably could have taken the Colt and saved you." Dean yells at her.

"I know, and saved yourself. I know about your deal, Dean." Bela said. "And who told you that?" Dean asked her. "The Demon that holds it. She holds mine too. She said she holds every deal." replied Bela. "She?" Dean asked.

"Her name's Lilith." Bela said and Dean's eyes widen a bit. "Lilith? Why should I believe you?" He asked while Sam and (y/n) share a scared and worried look upon hearing the name Lilith. "You shouldn't but it's the truth." Bela replied.

"This can't help you, Bela, not now. Why you telling me this?" Dean asked. "Because just maybe you can kill the bitch." Bela said and Dean smirks a bit. "I'll see you in hell." Dean said and he hangs up.

Bela sits on the bed, listening to the dial tone. She hangs up and takes a deep breath just as the clock clicks over to midnight. A deep howling starts in the distance, then closer vicious growls begin.

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester @ellie-andthemachine

[spindle-girl]

Daybreak 1.5

One villain down. Five more to go

One of the issues of being a parahuman was that there wasn’t a history to build on or a peerage to draw from.  We had powers, yes.  Some of those powers were similar to the powers others had, but there were almost always tricks and caveats, strengths one person had that another didn’t.  I couldn’t copy Alexandria’s old tactics and style because my invincibility worked differently.  Timing was so much more important to me.

this is probably one of my favorite aspects of parahuman powers. even the second gen capes don't get the same power, even if the theme is there

I caught a glimpse of one by the gun he was holding, and moved around the corner.  They all moved the same way when they moved, pistols held up, gripped in two hands that were dotted in drops of drying blood, pointed at the ceiling.  I saw the gun before I saw the rest of him.

really great power to do a zombie movie with, especially since a halfway moral person wouldn't be able to do the typical zombie movie style of mowing them down

i'm getting reminded of Bloodwork from DC. i'm pretty sure he had the whole blood motif and taking over people with his, though it was never done in an explosion of viscera that got rid of Bloodwork as a punchable foe, so that's already cooler

No, wait, that had been a few days after Dean had reminded me of the brute rule.  I’d been studying it with more interest because Dean was turning eighteen before long, and we were worried he’d get moved to another city, even with his family situation being what it was.  I’d seriously been considering joining the Wards and then the Protectorate, so I could follow him.

do Protectorate members lose the Wards thing of it being difficult to move them? that was a Wards thing, right? also, i can't imagine Piggot being willing to lose the one kind-of-thinker cape they have unless she really wanted to be able to keep fining the Wards their entire yearly paycheck without Gallant offering to pay it

I heard wet sounds.  Throughout the hazy altered space, the meaty squelching started to overtake the background hums. I stopped in my tracks. Things moved beneath the blankets.  She still hadn’t budged. I turned around and ran. Fuck this.

fair enough

As someone with the ability to control emotions, I was supposed to be harder to read and affect.  It was why I’d deflected Crystalclear earlier. <...> Maybe that resistance came into play. Maybe it turned Snag’s power from an emotional uppercut to a mere slap. Negative emotions poured into me like liquid from a syringe. But a slap on an open wound could be enough to bring someone to their knees.  The walls came tumbling down, the memories flooding in, and my last coherent, present thought was that I hoped I wouldn’t maim or kill anyone in the meantime.

i'm sorry Victoria, but that sounds like cope. this may just be affecting you because it can affect you. even if her power grants her some immunity, it could just be to specific powers

End Notes: guess we're getting the Wretch already. funny thing, i got reminded of Sveta in that moment. i'm hoping we'll get her and the others at the end after all the fighting, or as the calvary

[shallowseeker]

hi shal, your time travel stuff has been So interesting to me but i gotta know: how do you think it wouldve gone if past gabriel or ruby or uriel etc etc would be meeting jack??

That's so fun! Thank you!

Okay, so IF I ever write this, he meets the Trickster first, of course, and Gabriel is disturbed by Jack's bizarre, unsettling presence, and he says Ominous Things about it.

(Gabe can't get a read on him.)

Later, probably when Gabe traps the boys in season 5, it becomes a war of the channels, with Jack being wildly out-of-control of his fledgling powers. (Jack has latent trickster abilities.)

So, safely tucked inside Gabe's dimension, we get Gabe's favorites versus Jack's favorites.

....which are conspicuous.

(Jack hasn't revealed what he is to Sam n' Dean yet.)

These movie-worlds are also Dean's favorites and some of Sam's formative movies, like Red Sonja and Beastmasters. (Sam and Dean DO become the ferrets from Beastmaster II.)

Throughout, the channel keeps shuffling and, with Jack's influence, Gabriel's hospital scene becomes overrun by zombies. At one point, they get thrown into Lost Boys. The police procedural fizzles out and flips to The Untouchables.

A recalcitrant Cas gets way more pulled into the scenes that he is comfortable with, complete with costumes courtesy of Jack.

///

I'm not sure about Ruby yet. I wanna think harder about Ruby 1.0 and her relationship with Lillith. I think Jack and Ruby would be, in essence, warring over Sam. (He'd be on Dean's side in this.)

Jack would be SO disappointed in Sam, almost parent-like in his disapproval, and Sam would find that very off-putting and make him more rebellious about the whole thing.

Jack sees the worst of Sam. It's delicious! It's awful!

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Uriel was a Lucifer loyalist, so the obvious scenario would be him approaching Jack behind closed doors to pledge his allegiance.

But if Jack's true nature isn't obvious, and Uriel somehow gets the idea that Jack is Castiel's (maybe Jack accidentally cries out for "Dad!" in a moment of duress, re: Cas.)

I think, in that case, Uriel gleefully tattles on Castiel about it. Which, of course, gets Cas dragged back to Bible Camp for some torture. "Cas sired a Nephil," becomes the talk of the town. (He's an angel's angel. He's supposed to be above such things.)

I do think Jack could eventually win Uriel over, arresting him from Lucifer's influence. Jack wants to save many of the angels. Uriel. And Anna. And Balthazar. And Samandriel. And countless others he's heard the names of.

Of course, in true SPN fashion, the more he tries to save the doomed ones, the more horrifically they die.

[pearlywritings]

resting sounds like an amazing plan ngl

and ohhh a reunion with an old friend and a group gift giving event, very nice!!

i have so much respect for yall who are both working and going for a higher degree/certification/etc. 😭 i've seen how that kind of pressure & responsibilities made the best people become so zombie-like. i myself would not have the energy to do it for long ;;;

if taking an academic break is a possibility you can look at, then definitely consider doing it!! ofc career and education and accomplishments are a good thing to pursue, but your wellbeing comes first!! if you can recharge and come back with a refreshed state of mind, i'm sure you'll crush that master's thesis (•̀ᴗ•́)و

A DRAGON!! just like my dad hahah yeye i'm excited for the year of the dragon ✨ lmao well hold on now, perhaps the dragon trait manifested on you differently… such as… maybe you love certain foods…. like the cheese hoard! or maybe (i think i remember seeing this somewhere in your blog) you're good with music and really know your scales! (g… get it? bc cheese board… cheese hoard…… scales…. /is smacked by tighnari)

First, I took onto studies cause I was pressured by my family to either study or work. And since I've been exhausted from just having graduated from the University I had to energy to search for job, so I decided to pursue the Master's degree at the same program I studied for my Bachelor's. And then, unexpectedly, just as the September was about to begin I recieved a proposal from my dean to be a secretary at one of the foreign languages faculty's department. And let me tell you, last year I felt like I was ALHAITHAM. I mean I was a secretary, a linguist (kinda), hated scientific work and mostly stayed out of my office, hanging in the professor's lounge. But I did my work exceptionally, and my previous collegues love me (and that's mutual).

There is a possibility to take that academic leave BUT... The dean is my thesis supervisor and also the Master's program supervisor... and I feel awkward leaving this things behind yet keeping work so close to her. She is kind but I am still scared that things might turn intense.

COME ON, THE JOKES ARE HILARIOUS. But it's funny how you guessed - I love cheese. And yep, I am a piano player and adore music - it's an integral part of my everyday life. Don't worry, I won't let Tighnari smack you. As much as I don't really like Cyno, I love this kinds of jokes. Especially in English lol

[inkedmyths]

S2: E4 "Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things"

Brought to you by I FINISHED THE QUARTER I'M ALIVE THANK GOD

This episode featuring: Don't cry and drive, interrogating the grieving, stupid men making bad decisions, and lessons that I'm SURE will be taken to heart

Ohhh this chick having a breakup or a death or something and this guy gets her alcohol and chocolate and emo rock. Thats so nice

Whshsgsg did she climb out the window

DONT TEXT AND DRIVE

Or call and drive and yeaaaah thats what I thought

[ Kayla inquires about this, and I amend it to being a sobbing mess while at the wheel. Kayla then goes on a continuous tangent about how much she's cried while driving. Friends, if you're reading this, please be aware that Kayla is not a model for any behavior you should be exhibiting. ]

Oh their dad's necklace on their mom's grave. Ah :(

Ohhh its a dead tree so spooky. What are you looking at Dean

Ooookay the dead grass circle is actually spooky. Uh?

Sam neither you or Dean are doing any kind of coping

[ Kayla says that if they were, we wouldn't have a show. ]

NOOOO GOD NOT THE HARASSING PEOPLE WHO JUST HAD SOMEBODY DIE

I get its for the job but :(

GOD THIS POOR DUDE IS LIKE. HES SO SO SAD BC HIS DAUGHTER DIED and then Dean's like "Yeah yeah so do you ever feel like she's still ~present~ orrrr" and Sam's clearly glaring at him to STFU

Traumedy at its finest

[ Theres some discussion now on Dean and how he handles things, due to how he was raised and his position as the Older Brother. Basically, he handles things badly, for a variety of fucked up reasons. This isn't news. ]

Sam is, in this case, right. But Dean is going to continue repressing!

Oh hey is this the best friend guy?

Or the bf?

OH THAT PLANT JUST DIED

Boi you're so dead

Ohhh spooky reflection

Oh he deeaaaad shooocker

Dean. What are you doing.

IDIOT

Dean has now ended up with a sad crying girl and he's sitting there with the clear expression of someone SO not equipped with what's happening

This is why you don't break and enter. You end up being faced with emotions.

Dean being such a brat but when is he not

COLLEGE EMPLOYED GRIEF COUNCILORS

Every new thing they impersonate is funnier than the last

Except maybe the priests. Idk if anything will top that

[ Kayla says it will. I am delighted by this. ]

Ok I was right the guy was her bf and was cheating

Grave digging. Of course. I get it but also Why

[ Kayla says something in spoiler text, and Aspen says to stop posting easy to click spoilers. Kayla says to stop clicking the spoilers. How do you think I feel? You people will have paragraphs of spoiler discussion. Right in front of my salad. ]

EMPTY COFFIN??

Oh shit there she is

Wh

I mean. Ok. Make out with a dead girl. Yeah. I mean I guess I would assume I'm dreaming but also man doesn't that raise any red flags my dude.

Also Sam yelling at Dean so true

Zombie??

Dude? Red flags?

OHHH

OHHHHHH THIS MOTHERFUCKER

I seeeeeeeee I seeeeeeee

He resurrected her bc he wanted her back

[ Kayla and Melon discuss the existence of zombies in SPN. I mostly ignore it. ]

Ohhhh oh the roommate

Uh oh girl!!

UH OH GIIIIRL

Ohhh thats scary as shit but epic

"Damn that dead chick can run"

[ Melon asks if I'm going to watch another episode, even though I'm in the middle of this one. Heathen. ]

[ Mom then interrupts to try and get me to try some foundation. I protest. Kayla says the phrase "dolled up for Dean", and Melon follows it up with "dressed up for daddy", and I immediately begin planning on ways to send them both to an early grave. Why am I friends with these people. ]

WHATS IN THE BAG BITCH

Ooooh bitch you did this you resurrected her

Ohhh you're so dead you're so stupid

OHHH SHE JUST STRAIGHT UP SNAPPED HIS NECK

Luring her in I see

Not a vengeful spirit but something turned angry and dangerous because someone decided to fuck around and find out

WHSHSHS something a little funny about Sam running from some chick in a nightgown

What's dead should stay dead! Correct Dean! Hope you all take that to heart

Don't tell me anything bc I'm already so sure they don't

There's 15 seasons and these guys love to fuck around and find out. What's a little necromancy

Pulling over? Whatcha doing. Getting out to yell at the void

Oh shit is Dean Winchester APOLOGIZING? (gasp)

[ Kayla says he actually does that quite frequently, due to generally being apologetic for committing the crime of existing. This is a fair assessment. ]

Its not your fault buddy... you couldn't have controlled what your dad did. You never could.

Oh my god men crying

---

Dean continues to do bad at feelings. Sam is only marginally better because at least he's addressing that there are feeling being had. Anyways, don't resurrect people, they come back Wrong, and I'm suuuure this is so totally a lesson that the Winchesters are taking to heart and therefore will definitely not be attempting any necromancy at all in the future.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 62

Time Is on My Side

"Time Is on My Side"

IT LITERALLY ISN'T

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: Weirdly enough, for a zombie attack, no one died for the cold open. Sure, the one guy DEFINITELY wound up with his intestines spilling out, but he wasn't DEAD. And the nurse who'd seen it all saw something new.

So we were in Ohio last episode, and now we're in Erie, PA. I'm feeling...targeted

I've made it pretty far without mentioning Lilith. She's only shown up once so far when Agent Henriksen died, yet she gets mentioned in every single recap. Will she come back today??

"No. We're very smart" is not something smart people have to say, my dude

Man.......so it's NOT zombies??? Unfortunate

Love that Dean is complaining about having to hear about the kinds of shit that happens on this show all the time like I'm not constantly eating lunch or dinner while I WATCH it. All I'm saying is I've got a stronger stomach than Dean Winchester

So...not a zombie...but an alchemist of sorts

This is such a weird episode...it's ALL over the place. I mean, there's A thread of connection (thankfully), but I've never seen them do so many different cases or case-like things in ONE episode

God....boys you only have so much time left together (or so you think), why split up NOW??

OMG, loving Rufus. SUPER uncooperative til bribed and pretty easily bribed. Love it.

Do...do we find out Bela's backstory here?? Color me intrigued..........fucking hell, of course we don't just yet (I really hope we do)

Would you believe it if I told you I'm completely uninterested in Sam's plotline this episode now?? Except for the guy who's Frankensteining himself. THAT is interesting (though he'll be treated like any other monster on this show). Actually, no....it's not EXACTLY Frankensteining, it's Ship of Theseus-ing.

What. Did. Dean. Find. Out. About. Her. I NEED TO KNOW. Oh. She killed her parents (though, from the small flashback, seemed like at LEAST one of them deserved it).

You know, the last time I watched two brothers try to do alchemy, it didn't go so great. This is, at least, a post 2003 world, but I'll give them a partial pass because Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood wasn't out yet.

Yeah, maybe don't let your guard down when you've angered a man who has Ship of Theaseus-ed himself with the organs of lots of really really healthy, in shape, athletic people.

Ho DO you kill this guy?? Oh. You don't. You just bury him alive...Okay then.

Bela made a deal too?? I hope that last scene wasn't the......so yeah, I just looked at imdb, that's the last of Bela. I'm gonna miss her.

"Been On My Mind...": this could be the penultimate entry of this game. It's been a MASSIVE let down for that one guy who wondered where all the "hot chicks the Winchesters were always hooking up with" went.

Edit: time was not on the side of the Winchesters having any romantic entanglements

[lyykaia]

late ! 2023 Media Wrapped 💌

saw people on twitter making this.. jadi pengen bikin juga😔 and maybe try to vomit something at length about it on tumblr because that's what blogs are for, right😬 will be in jakselian english except i don't say lo-gue✌🏽 here goes

First Listens

divided it into two genre spectrums i fw most: rock/metal and r&b/hip-hop. that way semoga aku gak kena amuk anak skena🙏🏽 (joking). alasan sebenarnya i think it's a way i could do my music taste some justice because i feel like they're at opposite ends😂 i also want to show off the cool music i listened to in 2023~😎 releases yang aku masukin cuman yang aku rasa jadi highlight buatku di 2023🤙🏽

oooo and nightlife are my most treasured findings of 2023🥹🫶🏽 real instant love for their entire discography🧎🏽‍♀️ sampe oooo masuk top 5 rapot musik last.fm for the year karena muter oooo doang 2 minggu terakhir desember lol

oooo sounds perfect for heize/dean/penomeco enjoyers.. while nightlife sounds perfect if you enjoy R&B and post-hardcore like me😆 they blended it really well.. i think they themselves called it soulpunk; reminds me of patrick stump's solo release,, thinking maybe i should check that out too (outing myself as a fake fall out boy fan)

for heize and penomeco, i've been enjoying their music for a while so i was simply following their releases–and as usual, they just don't miss💙 though i forgot that rorschach part 2 was also released in the same year😂;;; the hip-hop was even heavier than part 1 so i thought i'd need more time for it + i was also still pre-occupied with tdwp

nafla juga baru pertama dengerin his solo works in 2023. i didn't know that he tried to evade the military conscription lol. really enjoyed u n u pt. 2, not so much about pt. 1 😬

moving on to rock/metal🔛 as for tdwp and lmtf..... they just swapped places in 2023😆 baru siap dengerin tdwp in early 2023 dengan nyoba tipis-tipis dimulai secara reverse chronological as i always do~ karena pertama kali suka the act (2019), which i listened in 2021 → nyari other latest release at the time ada ZII EP (2021) → kemudian color decay rilis di 2022 dan suka banget–tapi masih disambi lmtf–maka lanjut berikutnya dengerin transit blues (2016), kemudian dead throne (2011), zombie EP (2010), dan with roots above and branches below (2009). i enjoy zombie and roots above even though they didn't make the cut biar gak dominan tdwp😂 roots above does sound very 2009

PR dengerin tdwp-ku kurang anything older than roots above, 8:18, dan space EP😆 8:18 and space EP feel like a weird transition/exploration era sebelum nyampe ke sound yang lebi mateng di transit blues wkw jadi masih belum tau kapan mau didengerin beneran🙏🏽 lmtf juga sebenernya aku belum khatam full sih.. gatau kek kurang suka aja sama the dying things we live for sama when we don't exist... as for dark divine karena tiap dengerin kayak mirip too close to touch jadi i feel like i'm not respecting lmtf enough kalo aku masih berpikiran seperti itu so i don't listen to it as much😬

pierce the veil also released a new album for the first time after 7 years!!!😭🫶🏽🙏🏽 such a long wait but it was worth it.. the album still sounds distinctively ptv even though it sounds like they leaned more towards grunge rock this time🥹💖

and for kktx and holding absence.. i've seen their hype in the scene–particularly the releases i included, which from the looks of it, many people enjoy it–tapi baru kesampean dengerin mereka tahun kemaren😗 so then i did give them a listen and i enjoyed it! kalo suka mcr bakal suka tgmoml methinks (ada referensi mcr juga di lagu drugs and love lol) holding absence also released a new album in 2023 tapi masih di antrian dengerku ya hahah kalo kktx sih aku udah pernah nyoba dengerin absolute (2019), and lowest form of animal ini keren juga👍🏽 still trying to enjoy groove metal..

i'm not sure how 2024 is looking.... i'm afraid i've reached bosen dan mager cari band baru🥲🙏🏽 yang jelas i think i'd still keep up with the bands/artists i have previously enjoyed✌🏽

First Watches

Series

very happy that i got to watch the series i highlighted above!!😭💖 paling disayangkan one dollar lawyer ga nyampe 16 episode🥲🥲🥲 padahal seru banget kalo background lawyer-nya lebih di-elaborate lagi🥲🥲 can't go wrong with nam goong-min for real🥺🫶🏽

the glory juga❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 semua musuhnya dapat hukuman yang setimpal HAHAH puas banget❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 cuman kurang suka love line-nya hye-kyo sama do-hyun lol, mereka lebih cocok kek partners with sexual tension kali ya😆 hye-kyo lebih cocok sama suaminya si bully yang jahatnya ga ngotak itu WKWKW

oh no! here comes trouble juga bagus banget wah🥺💖💖💖 series taiwan pertamaku haha jadi nonton ini karena saking sukanya sama marry my dead body dan banyak yang rekomen ini🥺 i'd describe it kek gintama tapi juga mushishi + natsume yuujinchou😆 heartfelt dapet, komedi dapet, bromance dapet, paket komplit🫶🏽

untuk trigun, aku sangat impressed dengan animasi 3D-nya🥹 keren👍🏽 learned that it was also from the same studio that did houseki no kuni made me even more excited haha and i enjoyed it! though tbh,, vash's consistenly choosing love and peace at the expense of his kind was kind of frustrating to me.. it's naive to love & peace your way out of oppression but that's just my two cents

also watched other shows like wednesday, the last of us, and duty after school. i find all of them mid, apalagi setelah tau kreator tlou zionis abis, jadi paham kenapa endingnya begitu👎🏽 none of them are actually my taste wkwk but watched those to spend time with my roommate hehe

Movies

i went out a lot last year for sure.. all 8 movie stubs are in the latter half of 2023 wkwkwk watched marry my dead body karena trending di twitter, dan ditto rekomendasi dari roommate🏂🏽 marry my dead body bagus siiiii sampe aku download bajakannya wkw😭✋🏽

komentar pendek-pendek aja deh, in chronological order:

spiderman atsv: if i could tattoo this movie in my eyelids i would. tried to not blink the entire time to make sure i don't miss any detail and fully feast on each frame. actually watched it twice in the theatres but i gave up my first ticket for a boba promo

transformers 4: weird that humans still have to take part in robot wars, but cool movie for fun i guess, watched it with friends

elemental: watched this with my ex-situationship. i don't have much to say but an extremely funny experience was gained out of it ijbol

barbie: THE PINKS......😭🫶🏽💖 also margot robbie cakep banget gila

a haunting in venice: really made me think i was actually watching a horror movie. fun tension! <3

the ballad of songbirds and snakes: snow😔❤️ i am not immune to panem propaganda😔 love the academy's uniform design, and the blend of 50s aesthetic even though it's set hundreds of years in the future lol. embarrassing to admit that i have yet to read the book still😔

jatuh cinta seperti di film-film: so it's trying to pull an oppenheimer with black and white filter for subjective scenes. cukup kaget pas ngeh kalo yang main nirina zubir😭🫶🏽 sangat anggun mbak e.. ini film dialognya banyak banget dan jujur, meskipun bisa lucu juga at times, aku sempet mau ketiduran beberapa kali🥲

the boy and the heron: weird as hell movie❤️ but it's gorgeous jadi aku maafin❤️ had i not been reading somewhere on the internet that it's about miyazaki and his son i would've been completely lost ngl

Events

and lastly, events! i think it still counts as media since i was engaging with music and illustration x) yes i came to the flop bmth show in jakarta lol😭 seenggaknya masih dapet 10 lagu dan dapet refund juga hahahah emang se-kacau itu, tapi kapan lagi liat bmth :'-) bahkan comifuro lebih dingin daripada acaranya bmth💀 nonton akfg juga meskipun aku baru suka satu (1) album wkw. yang akfg ini emang impulsif sih jujur💀✌🏽 while bmth udah cita-cita dari lamaaaa dan aku udah janji bakal ngajak adekku juga kalo ada band yg kita suka mampir ke indo😗 ga nyesel akfg sih soalnya bagus🥰 o ya di 2023 juga aku liat tdwp tapi soundre 2023 ga ada wristband-nya🙄 that was also my first ever comifuro after my flopped first attempt at late 2022🤣 waktu itu aku masuknya ga antri🥹 jadi sangat kerasa improve-nya hahahah

yawda segitu deh ya. semoga di 2024 ini aku bisa eksplor banyak media juga hihi😙✌🏽

[avawilsonfan]

like. the whole point is that dean is his father as time passes he mirrors his moves and when he's lived his dad's life fully he starts spiraling and intensifying everything john ever was. john tells dean you need to take care of sam if i cant do it dean tells sam we need to take care of jack. dean's first thought was a demon deal to bring sam back in early seasons because that's what john did for dean. john is dean is dean is sam and each child gets sharper and gruffer and more terrifying until the spokes of the wheel catches on a branch and the cycle stops.

if i didn't know you i'd want to hunt you. lose my number if we make it out of this alive. if you step out that door don't come back. man up son and kill the girl. i'm gonna be sick.

i had a dream two nights ago where sam was dead in the desert, rotting under the sun with the stink of sinew and flies yet his corpse perfectly intact. he wanted to be found so his ghost could be burned and he could die, because enough was enough and at a point you get tired, but he didn't want to be found because dean and mary would surely find some way to bring him back. he wants his family to find him because that would mean they looked for him, but he doesn't because he shouldn't take up that kind of space in their minds and the weight is driving him insane. and he knows, he knows if they don't look for him then he's truly alone. he knows if they do look and find him it's some twisted form of familial obligation and perversion of love that he doesn't want. he doesn't want to be some kind of zombie walking around unable to form a coherent thought but wearing a veneer of normalcy for them.

it's you, it's you, you're the problem. but as time goes on and the days, then weeks pass, sam feels so alone, so truly alone. okay. if they aren't looking for him, he's heartbroken because of what they're supposed to be. i went to hell and you just settled down to live a normal life? you told me to get out. yeah but we don't actually do that, you weren't supposed to. dean is supposed to be looking for him and things are truly bleak- lose my number- if he isn't. but if that's the case maybe they'll help me pass. and his fuzzy sun-addled brain chooses a direction and starts walking. he's a ghost, it doesn't take much out of him. all he has to do is take his jewelry from his body and affix it to his ghostly self and he can disappear to wherever he wants to go. but right now he doesn't really want to be going anywhere. he knows he probably won't get what he wants from his family, logically, but he goes anyway. he's spent lifetimes sitting in the dark of the cage and these months of steady sun rise, sun set, rot not setting in has fucked with his perception of time and taken him back somewhat.

so he walks long enough, and eventually he ends up in the foyer of the bunker, unsure if he found his way here or if someone took him here after chasing him down. it's all barbed words and white knuckled hands clasping his, chastising words and soft platitudes telling him how worried they were and asking him, where's the body, where is it, where are you. it's sam trying to speak wondering how his throat can even get dry and out of use like this feeling the hands all over him and having weight settle where his stomach would have been telling him how wrong this all is. it's spelled equipment, handcuffs that keep him here and necklaces that make him solid to the touch without his effort that he can't remove. it's a soft room with salt at the door and a stack of classics on the nightstand next to a king sized bed. it's blood sacrifices and making sam watch, telling him that they just need to find the body, can't you remember where it is, i hate doing this but we need you and you're not allowed to leave. it's hugs that leave him feeling suffocated and pats on the back that make him flinch. it's his careful undressing and the dissection of his scars from the two people he least wants to see all of him. its castiel visiting and telling dean that's he's sorry he can't help more in front of sam, giving cold glances his way as he sits catatonic at the kitchen table.

it's terrible, and it's almost worse than if they had just found the body. who put the sigil in his body that's keeping them from finding it? all sam can tell them is that it was a desert somewhere, which is weaseled out of him by jo or charlie who pretended to be sympathetic and willing to burn the body for him. it's betrayal of the highest degree when dean tells him how he's disappointed, how it's dean that gets to be mad and feel betrayed.

theres two generations where theres the alcohol and anger next to the snappy disappearing act. because sam did this to himself, he created this by acting out the parts of the story that led them here. he was born into this, his birth was where it all started going wrong. you are your father and this is your son and you hate him as intensely as you love him.

[aspenmissing]

𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙸𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝙼𝚢 𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

A demon is strapped to a chair having holy water thrown on him. The demon screams and thrashes from side to side as his skin burns and sizzles.

"You ready to talk?" Y/N shouts, staring at the demon.

"I don't know. I don't know anything!"

"Oh, you hear that, boys?" Y/N looks to Sam and Dean, who are on either side of her, smiling sarcastically. "He doesn't know anything."

"Yeah," Sam and Dean smirk. "We heard."

"I'm telling you the truth," the demon says, breathing heavily.

"Oh, you are? My god, then I owe you an apology. Allow me to make it up to you." Y/N grabs his chin, forcing him to look up as she pours holy water into the demon’s mouth, his skin burning and sizzling again. "I'm gonna ask you one last time... Who holds my contract?" she demands, glaring at him. The demon goes quiet, head hanging. When he looks up, his eyes are black, and he's smiling, causing Y/N to look slightly confused, head tilting.

"Your mother," the demon says. Y/N’s face hardens, her jaw clenching. "Yeah, she, uh, showed it to me right before I bent her over." His eyes return back to normal as Y/N slams her hands on the armrests of the chair and leans towards him.

"I want a name. Or else..." she threatens.

"Or what? You're gonna squirt your holy water in both ends? Please. Darling, that's like a fleabite compared to what's coming to me if I tell you jack." Y/N stands back up straight, her eyes trained on the demon. "Do what you want. The only thing I'm scared of is the demon holding your ticket." She stares as the demon then looks at Sam, who nods. She then looks to Dean, who also nods, and together the brothers begin reciting an exorcism. The demon begins to wither in pain, his body going stiff and teeth clenching in pain.

"How does that feel?" Y/N asks, circling the demon. "Does that feel good?"

"Go ahead. Send me back to hell..." Dean and Sam stop reciting the exorcism as Y/N turns around, and they listen to the demon "'Cause when you get there, I'll be waiting for you... with a few pals who are dying for a nice little meet and greet with [Y/N] Winchester." The demon begins laughing.

"Should we?" Dean asks, not turning his gaze from the demon.

"Send him someplace he can't hurt anyone else," Y/N replies, sighing. Sam and Dean continue the exorcism as the demon begins screaming. All the while, Y/N looks away in defeat before back at the demon, anger in her eyes.

==

Sam walks in the living room of the cabin, phone up to his head and other hand in his pocket. "You ran the prints twice? Are you sure? Okay. Yeah, just chalk it up to lab error." The door of the cabin opens. "Don't I know it. Okay. Thanks. Yeah, I'll tell the lieutenants." Sam hangs up the phone as Dean and Y/N enters. "Burnt the body?" Sam asks, looking at the two.

"Yeah. Looks like these demons ride 'em hard just for kicks," Y/N says as Dean opens two beer bottles and crashes tiredly onto a couch. She then comes over and sits on the arm of the couch, grabbing one of the bottles as Dean chugs his. "What was the phone call about?" she asks, taking a drink from her beer.

"Remember that thing in the paper yesterday?" Sam asks.

"Stripper suffocates dude with thighs?" Dean says, looking at Sam and Y/N snorts.

"Of course, that's where your mind goes," she says, looking down at Dean. "He's talking about the guy that walks into the E.R. and kneels over dead with his stomach ripped out."

"His liver, actually. Anyway, I just found out something pretty damn interesting."

"What?" Dean and Y/N say in unison as they both drink their beers.

"The dead body covered in bloody fingerprints, not the victim's."

"Okay, great. My man Dave Caruso will be stoked to hear it," Dean says sarcastically as Y/N shakes her head.

"Those fingerprints match a guy who died in 1981," Sam says, gaining the twins' attention.

"Really. So, what are we taking? Uh, walking dead? Walking, killing dead?" Dean asks, sitting on the edge of the couch.

"Maybe."

"Zombies do like the other white meat. Huh," Y/N takes a sip of her beer, quickly swallowing it. "Speaking of, what do you care about zombies?"

"What do you mean?" Sam asks, Dean also turns his head to look at her.

"Well, you and Dean been on soul-saving detail for months now," Y/N says, fumbling with her beer bottle. "And we're three weeks out, and all of a sudden, you're interested in some hot zombie action?"

"Hey, dude, you're the one who's been all gung ho to hunt. I just thought I'd be doing you a favour."

"Hey, no, no, no, no, no," Y/N says, standing up. "I didn't say I didn't want to do it, okay. I mean obviously I want to hunt some zombies."

"Okay, fine, whatever," Sam says. Y/N looks dazed as she walks away, she then stops.

"Besides, I had a bet with Dean on who could last longer in a zombie apocalypse, a bet I wanna win," she says before walking out. Sam looks to Dean, who nods and taking another drink of his beer.

==

Later, the Winchesters are in Erie, Pennsylvania, standing in the morgue with the coroner, posing as detectives.

"Yeah, the rest of the body was intact. The liver was the only organ missing," the coroner says.

"Now, where the liver was ripped out, did you happen to notice any...ah...teeth marks?" Y/N asks. The coroner gives the three an 'are you insane' look.

"Can I see your badges?" He asks.

"Of course, sure," Sam says as the three pull out their badges and show the coroner.

"Fine. So, you're cops and morons."

"Excuse me? No, no. We're very smart," Dean says.

"The liver was not ripped out," the coroner says, leading them to the body. He pulls open the door and pulls out the body. "It was removed." He moves back the cover to show the wound. "Surgically. By someone who knew their way around a scalpel." The three stare at the wound while the coroner keeps his eyes on the three. "Didn't you read my reports?"

"Of course, we did. Oh, it was riveting. It was a real page-turner, just delightful," Dean says as Y/N mentally facepalms.

"You done?" The coroner asks.

"I think so."

"Please go away."

"Okay," Y/N says.

"Sure," Sam says as the three leave the room and head into the hall. Sam smiles to himself, which doesn't go unnoticed by Y/N and Dean.

"What?" Dean asks.

"Nothing," Sam replies. "So, that kind of punches a hole in our zombie theory, huh, that scalpel thing?"

"Yeah, zombie with skills, 'Dr. Quinn, medicine zombie'," Y/N says. "Shame though, I did want to see who would last longer out of me and Dean."

"We both know it would be me," Dean says, looking at Y/N. She shakes her head.

"In your dreams," she replies.

"Maybe we're on the wrong track, guys, looking for hacked-up corpses."

"What should we be looking for?" Dean asks.

"Survivors. This isn't zombie lunch. This is organ theft."

The three stand in a hospital room, talking to a survivor who lays on the bed. "I told the cops all of this yesterday. I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"It's just a couple of questions, sir," Y/N says.

"Hey, lady. I just got my kidney stolen. I'm tired," the patient says, looking at her.

"I understand that, sir," Y/N says, nodding.

"We'll be out of here quick," Dean says. "Don't you want to get the guy?"

"Will it get me back my kidney?"

"Fair point," Y/N mutters.

"So, what's the last thing you remember?" Sam asks, his pen touching his notepad.

"Feeding my meter," the man answers. "I got jumped from behind...and then I wake up strapped to a table. And then the worst pain you could possibly imagine, only worse. And then I blacked out again. Thank God. And then I woke up screaming in some no-tell motel in a bathtub full of ice."

"Do you remember anything about the surgery - you know, what the guy looked like, any details about the room?" Dean asks.

"Let me think about that," the man says. "Yeah...one thing is coming back to me. You know what I remember? Getting my kidney cut out of my body!" Dean, Y/N, and Sam share, sighing.

"Of course, how could you forget that," Y/N mutters.

==

The three are sitting at a table in a motel room. Sam is using the laptop; Y/N is drinking a milkshake, and Dean is happily eating a burger.

"So, I got a theory," Sam says.

"Yeah?" Dean asks, his mouth stuffed with his burger.

"Yeah, I talked to Mr. Giggle's doctor. Turns out his incisions were sewn up with silk."

"That's weird," Y/N says, taking a sip from her milkshake.

"Yeah, nowadays it is." Sam turns the laptop around to face Y/N and Dean. "Silk used to be the suture of choice back in the early 19th century. It was really problematic. Patients would get massive infections. The death rate was insane," Sam explains as Dean and Y/N look at the different sources.

"Good times," Y/N says, her eyes trained on the computer.

"Right, so doctors, they had to do whatever they could to keep infections from spreading. One way was maggots."

"Dude, I'm eating," Dean says, gesturing to his burger.

"It actually kind of worked because maggots, they eat bad tissue, and they leave good tissue. And get this. When they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots," Sam continues explaining.

"Dude, I'm eating!" Dean repeats. Y/N takes a quick sip of her milkshake.

"Alright, let me get this straight," Y/N says, looking at Sam. "So, people are getting ganked, right?"

"Yeah," Sam says.

"A little "antiques roadshow" surgery, some organ theft. But why is this all sounding familiar?" Y/N asks as Dean nods in agreement.

"Because you heard it before." Y/N and Dean tilt their heads slightly in confusion. "When you were a kid...from dad." Sam opens John's journal and pushes the laptop down with the book, showing the two. "Doc Benton...real-life doctor, lived in New Hampshire, brilliant and obsessed with alchemy, especially how to live forever. So, in 1816, Doc abandons his practice and..."

"Right, yeah, nobody hears from him for like 20 years, and all of a sudden, people start showing up dead," Dean says, looking up from the book at Sam.

"Dead or - or missing an organ or the hand or some other kind of part."

"Cause whatever he was doing was actually working. He just kept on ticking. Parts would wear out, he'd replace them. But I thought Dad hunted him down and took his heart out," Y/N says.

"Yeah, I guess the Doc must have plugged in a new one."

"All right, where's he doing the deed?" Y/N asks, drinking her milkshake.

"According to this, Benton's picky about where he sets up his lab. He likes dense forest with access to a river or stream or some kind of freshwater."

"Why?" Dean asks, taking another huge bite of his burger.

"Because that's where he likes to dump the bile and intestines and fecal matter." Dean looks disgusted and lowers his burger, gagging slightly. Sam chuckles. "Lost your appetite yet?" Dean considers this, looking at the burger, then at Sam, then to Y/N, then back at the burger.

"Oh, baby, I can't stay mad at you," Dean says to his burger, taking a huge bite and staring at Sam as he chews. He then looks at Y/N, who puts down her milkshake and pushes over a wrapped-up burger to Dean.

"You can have it. I, for one, did lose my appetite," Y/N says, glaring at Sam, who laughs.

==

Sam, Y/N, and Dean lean over a map on the bed. Sam points at the map where some areas are circled in red.

"So, these are all the cabins. Most of them have been abandoned for years," Sam says.

"So, what the hell are we waiting for?" Dean asks. Y/N's phone rings and she answers.

"Hey, Bobby," she says.

"Hey, kid. Think I finally got a bead on Bela," Bobby says.

"I'm listening," Y/N replies.

"Rufus Turner."

"Who's that?" Y/N asks. "Like a Cleveland streamer?"

"He's a hunter, or he used to be," Bobby explains.

"And now?"

"Hermit mostly," Bobby replies. "Does a little selling on the side. Anyway. I put the word out on Bela months ago. He just called. Said a woman got in touch, wanted to buy some things."

"And he thinks it's Bela?" Y/N says, gaining the attention of Sam and Dean.

"British accent, went by the name Mina Chandler," Bobby says.

"She's used that before. Well, it's kinda of a sloppy move, isn't it? Getting in contact with one of your old friends," Y/N remarks.

"Friends?" Bobby repeats. "Haven't laid eyes on him in fifteen years. He's not the Christmas card type. I doubt she knows I know him. Canaan, Vermont."

"Thanks, Bobby. We're on our way."

"One other thing. Take a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue."

"Okay," Y/N says, hanging up the phone and looking to her brothers. "Come on. We're going after Bela."

"What?" Dean says.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second," Sam says.

"Come on. Get your stuff. The clock's ticking," Y/N urges, grabbing her coat.

"Look, I think we should stay here and finish the case," Sam suggests.

"You insane?" Y/N smiles in confusion as she puts her coat on.

"Y/N, there's no way she still has the Colt! That was months ago! She probably sold it the second she got it," Dean says.

"Well, then I'll kill her. Win-win," Y/N says, grabbing her bag and beginning to pack up.

"Y/N..." Sam trails off.

"Sam. We're going!" Y/N says. Sam looks to Dean, asking for help with his eyes, and Dean sighs.

"No!"

"You too, Dean?" Y/N says, stopping packing, looking at the two. "Why the hell not?"

"Y/N, this, this here. Now. This is what's gonna save you," Sam says.

"What? Chasing some Frankenstein?"

"Chasing immortality," Y/N stares at him, startled. "Look. Benton can't die. We find out how he did it, we can do it to you."

"What are you talking about?" Y/N asks, looking at the two.

"You have to die before you go to hell, right?" Dean asks. "So, if you can never die, then..."

"Wait, wait, wait. Wait a second," Y/N says, walking over to the two. "Did you two know this was Doc Benton from the jump?" Y/N asks.

"No," Sam stutters. Y/N stares at Sam, tilting her head in question. "Look, I was hoping."

"So, the whole zombie thing, it was lying to me?"

"He didn't wanna say anything until he was sure, Y/N. All we're trying to do is find an answer here," Dean says, defending Sam, causing Y/N to glare at Dean.

"So much for twins tell each other everything, huh?" Dean's eyes avert to the floor, showing slight guilt. Y/N then looks to Sam. "What you're trying to do is chase Slicy McHackey here. And to kill him? No. You wanna buy him a freaking beer. You wanna study him."

"We were just trying to help," Sam says.

"You're not helping! You forget that if I welch on this deal, you die. Guess what, living forever is welching."

"Fine! Then, whatever the magic pill is, I'll take it too! And Dean too, then we can all live forever."

"What the hell is this? 'Buffy'? What, are we 'the three'?" Y/N snaps. "No. It's just like Bobby's been saying." Y/N walks back to the bed. "We kill the demon who owns the contract and this whole damn thing wipes clean. That's our best shot."

"Even if you had the Colt, Y/N, who are you gonna shoot?" Dean asks. "We have no idea who holds the ticket."

"Well, I'll shoot the hellhounds then before they slash me up. Now, you two coming or not?"

"I'm staying here," Sam says quietly. Y/N's jaw clenches.

"No, you're not. 'Cause I'm not gonna let you wander out in the woods alone to track some organ-stealing freak."

"You're not gonna let me?" Sam repeats.

"No, I'm not gonna let you."

"How are you gonna stop me?" Y/N again looks startled. She then looks to Dean.

"Look, man, we're trying to do the same thing here," Dean says.

"I know," Y/N says, nodding. "But I'm going. So, if you wanna stay...stay." Y/N watches Sam, but he continues to stare at the wall. She then looks to Dean, who nods at her. Y/N puts her bag on her shoulder and heads over to open the door. Sam doesn't move while Dean's eyes follow her. Y/N hesitates then turns back to face them. "Sammy, Dean, be careful." Dean nods at her, frowning. Sam finally turns to face Y/N.

"You too," Sam says quietly. The three stare at each other for a long moment, then Y/N reaches out and closes the door behind her. Sam lets out a huge sigh and looks to Dean, who's blinking back tears.

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Happy WW! What do you think about Sam’s and Dean’s safe sex practices? Do they use condoms with each other? Do they *talk* about it? Have they ever been cavalier with strangers? What about Robo!Sam and Demon!Dean?

you sent this like 3 weeks ago, i started replying, got distracted by work, went to a conference, got covid, finished teaching for the term, and now we're back!

(sorry about the delay omg, and thank you for asking!! i love asks! i'm just distractable af with replying)

Happy Wincest Wednesday!

Okay I definitely had to think about this one and separate what i like to write or think is hot (no condoms, nothing between them and marking each other with cum) versus what i think actually suits their characters.

Starting with how they are with other people (because I don't headcanon them as especially monogamous in their relationship with each other, especially dean), I headcanon that they both have fairly careful safe sex practices -- once again, especially dean.

he wasn't entirely shocked by the idea that he might have a kid running around out there when he met Ben, so i think sometimes something slips (condoms aren't fool proof, and whatever he and lisa were up to sounded bendy and memorable so maaayyybe he was skipping the safety just a little, he was still pretty young when he would have had that memorable time with her, i think 19?). but i also think he's really damn careful because he knows that if he had a kid, that would consume his life in a huge way. family is everything to dean and given his lifestyle and the fact that sam's safety (or continued survival and humanity, at least) is typically his #1 priority, i imagine the thought of getting someone pregnant would terrify dean as much as he might also want that, on some level.

sam, i imagine, is incredibly practical about these things, which means careful safe sex and condom usage. at the same time, sam is undeniably kinky, and if we assume he has as big a dick as is typically headcanoned and at times implied (by jared and by that ridiculous dick joke of a promo with swords), i also think sam wouldn't really... like condoms. (i mean, does anyone?). getting the right size feels almost egotistical, and he might be really particular about ordering from a select brand or something. i also think he'd definitely get off on not using one, on being bare with his lover and finishing inside them and the fear/danger/possibility of that as well as him leaning into the possessive and territorial side of marking someone. sam is a jealous guy, even if it tries to paint himself as cool headed.

so - i think sam is practical but also... reckless. he's canonically got a blindspot for his own reckleness, because once he's decided something is a calculated risk, he's 110% in. driving the impala through the side of a house? check. turn into a zombie with dean to loophole dean's deal? check. sam dgaf, and i have to imagine he takes calculated risks with sex too.

so condoms are assumed, but with a long term partner (jess), once they're exclusive and she's on the pill (or patch or iud or whatever), he's seeing if condoms can exit the equation.

even more casually though, he's not hard to convince to just... skip it. the girl says she's clean and on the pill (or whichever)? sure, yes, great, no condom needed. maybe not for the more incidental of hookups, but he also prefers to get to know his partners, even his hookups, at least a little before sliding into bed with them, which i think would also lend him more confidence in what they're claiming about their birth control and sti status.

(he's also had the clap courtesy of that joke from Patrick the witch, if i remember the episode correctly, so like... there's that. tbh i headcanoon that both sam and dean have both had stis at least once, dean because condoms aren't 100% perfect in mitigating sti risk and he really enjoys hooking up, so it's just a numbers game. and sam because he's not as careful as he likes to think he is)

for demon!dean, he's using condoms. he does not want to have to deal with any of that shit. if demons can get pregnant and carry the antichrist (as per season 5), they can sure as shit get others pregnant, and that is a headache and a half. he might not bother when he's hooking up with crowley and twins or triplets and things are getting wild, because it's not like he can get an sti this way (the same way demons can't really get human injuries, right?), but i also tend to think dean is... not a germophobe, not actually, but there's a limit to what other people's body fluids he wants on or in him or wants to have to deal with in general, and condoms are just easier, including and especially when doing anal (regardless of the gender of his partner).

for soulless!sam... that man gives zero shits. you want him to wear one? cool. you're cool with him not wearing one? no likely issues or infections? great, condoms are a nuisance anyway. if you get pregnant he'll pay for the abortion. he doesn't need a brat walking around but he's not above shooting you if it becomes a headache. if you show up with a kid, he also might decide that's cool and he has a little mini me to train up, since having a hunting partner is preferable than not, especially if he can mould them into a useful tool.

now the most interesting part... what does that mean about their safe sex practices with each other?

(under a cut because this got long and ever so slightly filthy)

depending on how they start hooking up and the trajectory here, i can envision that when they get to the penetrative stuff (regardless of who tops and who bottoms), dean being confused and a little... affronted? that sam wants to do it without condoms?

"what do you mean you like it better that way? you're doing this with other people? you're skipping condoms? what the hell is wrong with you, did you learn nothing from the safe sex talk when you were 14?? that talk was 98% about no glove no love! where did i go wrong? aren't you worried about diseases? about kids? sam what the fuck?"

i jest but like... this is sending dean, a bit. sam is the responsible one, what the fuck is happening here. sam, unless he's pissed about dean being over the top, would just shrug and say condoms numb some of the sensation. poor dean is stuck between the reality of sam's stupid big dick and the perfect responsible sammy image he has in his mind cracking into a million pieces.

(not like he didn't know sam is a freak in bed but that's one thing and this is another. but well, sam has literally drank blood, what's a few other bodily fluids in the mix after that? but dean doesn't want to think about that. and sam reassures him that he gets tested regularly for stis when he's sexually active, regardless of whether he's using condoms or not, because he is diligent and responsible in his own way)

anyway, they come around on it, both willing to try it the other guy's way and accomodate. assuming they're both vers, which is my headcanon on their dynamic, they fall into a pattern where whoever bottoms essentially determines what safe sex practices are gonna be used that day.

when sam bottoms, except when things are quick or sleepy and he doesn't want to deal with any prior or post cleaning, he typically prefers when dean skips the condom because it turns him on when there's nothing between him and his brother, and dean gets into that as well and gets a bit kinky with it, with having all of his brother and leaving some of himself in sam's guts. sam eats his fibre and this doesn't present either of them much issue.

when dean bottoms, he generally makes sam glove up, but there are plenty of exceptions. one of the things he enjoys about it is that sam will go a little caveman and pull out to cum, pulling off the condom and cumming on dean's skin instead, whether that's on his back and ass and on his hole (dean doesn't mind, kind of likes when sam rubs it in there a little, with his dick or his fingers, but he's not about to admit that out loud), or whether it's all over his stomach, or if sam is in a Mood and he grabs dean by his short hair and cums on his face.

(which is another thing that turns dean on like whoa, but only when sam does it, he hates taking it on the face from anyone else. and it's half because of how sam looks when he does, and looks at dean, and there's so much heat and possessiveness in the action that it slides down dean's spine, the naked reality of just how much sam wants him, how he can't hold back or hold himself in check, how he wants devour dean just as assuredly as dean wants to devour him).

when sam is needy or jealous though, or when they have a bit of time, dean invites him in without a condom and and and - and he feels a little deranged and unhinged with sam all the way in there with nothing in the way, and it's really fucking good just skin on skin (better, he's willing to admit, even if it's not worth the added effort all the time), and sam invariably cums first when they do it that way and sometimes dean trips over that edge with him because sam hammers in so fast and deep when he does and because knowing sam is spilling inside of him scrambles something in his brain.

other times though, sam pulls out and goes down on dean and fingers his cum back in there and dean feels absolutely filthy and almost embarrassed and exposed and it's an entirely different kind of orgasm. almost always leading to cuddling that they don't discuss because things are a little raw when it plays out this way, for reasons neither can quite articulate.

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#5

I can't wait for 20 years from now when they reboot supernatural and we all rise up from the grave like those shitty zombies at the end of s14/start of s15. It'll be great.

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#4

I just want to fucking scream

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spn asks: 8, 9, 11, 14, 27

Oh my god!!! Yay! Thank you for the ask!!!

8. Favorite Cas?

Endverse!Cas. Love my little Stoner dude who fell from grace and would follow Dean to the end of the world. I've literally been reading 'Down to Agincourt' by seperis and I'm almost on book four. Which is dedication, because it's beautifully written and lacking any smut. That's how much I love Endvers!Cas.

9. Favorite Dean?

Demon!Dean. How could you not love him? Sure, he's a 'bad guy,' but so is Billie Eilish and I'd follow both of them into hell with a smile.

11. Which episode do you wish we had gotten?

I honestly think it's a tie between Human!Impala, and a body swap episode. I would have loved to see Baby as some hot stud and Dean being all flustered when Baby inevitably asks why Dean is calling him 'the car' or 'impala' instead of their given name which is Baby. BUT I would have also loved to see Cas and Dean switch bodies and see Jensen and Misha acting like the other's characters. It would have been great.

14. If there was a reverse French Mistake, who would cope the best?

I think Jensen would, because he's essentially Dean Winchester, but more adjusted. I'm sure if given some time to train, then he'd fit into the position well.

27. Which would you rather have addressed in canon: Cas killing countless copes of Dean or Dean's grief each time Cas died?

I think I'd want his grief addressed, because unlike with other deaths of Dean's loved ones, I feel like Cas' deaths never got the same treatment? I dunno. I'm probably wrong, but I feel like when John, Mary, Bobby, or anyone else got a more fleshed out grieving Dean than anytime Cas passed. But maybe that was the point? 🤷🏼‍♀️

Thank you for the ask! I don't think I've ever done one before!

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I haven’t done this in years, but I’m looking for active blogs to follow for all of my fandom needs. If you post any of these fandoms, please reblog or like this post and I will check out your page and probably follow!

Supernatural

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Umbrella Academy

Marvel 

DC

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Yu Yu Hakusho

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Disney

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Animal Crossing

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The Boys

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Persona

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I was today years old when I learned that Sean Gunn, James Gunn brother and the actor who plays Kraglin in the MCU, also does the motion capture for Rocket.

He also did the mod-capping for the Weasel in the new the Suicide Squad movie. 

Huh.

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I would like to share with you this story of mine. It’s an Harry Potter Fanfiction focused on Four Girls and how they are going to grow and fight against the dark forces.

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CHAPTER 13

CORA

"Cora, Marsh has a letter for you," Seamus said. "He's been here ten minutes." 

"Sorry?" Cora said anxiously, looking up from her astronomy book. She was desperately trying to find the Taurus constellation. How hard could it be? 

Very hard!

She looked down at her hands covered in black ink; it was since she had taken that damn quill for the first time that her hands had taken that color. 

Why don't they use pens?!

That was the only thing she could think of… Well, not the only. For how much talent she had in Transfiguration, her lack of skills in any other subject was unbelievable, and it was just the first week. She had fallen asleep during History of Magic, where their teacher, Professor Binns, a ghost, was so boring that her eyes really couldn't stay open. Three times a week, they had Herbology in the greenhouse. Professor Sprout was a very likable person, but the same couldn't be said of her plants; on her second lesson, Cora had been stung by the plant they were studying, and her finger had hurt since then, and now it was Friday. 

On Wednesday night, they had to arrive at the highest tower in all Hogwarts to look up at the stars. It was really beautiful, but Cora hadn't been able to find a single constellation. 

She didn't dare to think about the day she had to take the wand to use it in Charm class, which until now had been most theory.

"God, I feel I'm going mental," she growled before putting her head on the table.

Dean laughed. "Come on, Cora. It's just the first week." 

"A hell of a week," she answered, her face still pressed on the paper in her book.

"We have just to take the hang of it," what Seamus said didn't really make her feel better; he had made them explode something almost every day.

"I miss math," she said, and both of her friends started to laugh. "I'm serious," she added, but that just made them laugh harder.

"We are on the same boat," said Seamus, drying a tear that had fallen from his eyes from his eye because of the laughter. "Give it time." 

Cora took a breath. "Maybe you are right," she said, stroking Marsh's feathers. Maybe she was worrying too much. None of her classmates had done a lot during class except Hermione. She managed to do everything, and from what Cora knew, she was muggle-born. Cora was sure her Aunt would have liked Hermione as her niece.

"What do we have now?" She asked, biting her bacon.

Dean took his schedule and started to look through it. "We have… double Potions." 

"With the man all Gryffindor hates?" Seamus asked. And he, indeed, was right. There was no Gryffindor that liked him or anyone that wasn't a Slytherin, actually. Fay had told them that he usually favored Slytherins since he was the Head of House Slytherin.

"It's the one dressed all in black, right?" Cora asked, and Dean nodded his head.

"Slytherins are creepy; he seems creepy enough. It makes sense," Seamus said, nodding his head. Cora and Dean looked at each other before laughing.

"It's not for that," Cora said.

"Yeah," Dean said. "I believe it's because he was a Slytherin himself."

"Then why Quirrel isn't our Head?" Seamus asked.

"My aunt has been a teacher for longer than him," Cora said. "And she was a Gryffindor."

"What about Quirrel?" Seamus asked, but Cora shrugged her shoulders.

"Who knows?" but surely, he wasn't a Gryffindor. When Seamus asked him about a zombie, he faced the professor, who changed the subject and started talking about the weather.

When Cora and her friends arrived at the Potion lesson, Cora had a clearer picture of the character of their Professor. The lesson was taken in the dungeons, which were cold and creepy, with pickled animals floating in jars all around the walls.

"I don't like this place," Cora heard Penny say to Neville in front of her.

"Where do we sit?" Seamus asked, looking around.

"I would say away from dead animals, but…" Dean said, looking around. When they moved, someone bumped into Cora, who got caught by Seamus. When she turned, she saw the pale boy always accompanied by those two gorillas without brains.

"Are you blind or something?" She spoke.

"You were there doing nothing," the pale boy said with a smirk.

"So, you push me?" Before she could get close to the boy, Dean stopped her to lead her to her seat.

"That git," she muttered, sitting down. She took a breath to calm herself before opening her bag and taking out her pink pencil case. As she noticed the quill and ink in front of her, Cora gave it a glare. She hated ink.

Just pencil for me, she thought, starting to take out pencils and a pencil sharpener; she couldn't bear to see her hands black any longer. A laugh made her turn to her right, and she saw Harry sitting next to her, looking at her desk.

"You brought your pencil case?" 

"Apparently, I can't use a quill," she said, showing him her hands.

He laughed. "It's not that easy." She looked at him amused, appreciating his kindness.

"How is it going?" Harry asked. "Being a McGonagall here?"

Cora shrugged her shoulders,. "A few people just asked me if I could help them with my aunt. Not as stressful as being Harry Potter, I guess."

"You've noticed, haven't you?" he said.

"It's hard not to." Since the first night, everyone had been talking about Harry Potter. They looked at him walking in the halls and whispered every time they saw him. Even Professors weren't different. Flitwick had fallen from his pile of books when he had read his name.

"Yeah, it's strange, but I try not to pay much attention to that," he explained. Cora didn't envy him, but Harry's friend, Ron, seemed to be able to distract him when he needed it.

Suddenly a loud bang made them turn and Professor Snape entered the room. His face was strict, his eyes black as where his clothes were, and his hair. The first thing he started to do was read through the register, but he stopped when he read Harry's name.

"Ah, yes," he said softly. "Harry Potter. Our new celebrity." The pale boy laughed with his friends at that, and Cora found herself frowning at those words, turning to Harry, who was sharing a look with Ron.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and the exact art of potion making," he said once he had finished looking through the register. "I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with his fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creeps through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses." Cora felt doomed; if she had problems with Astronomy and almost everything, she couldn't be optimistic about Potions. "I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death – if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

"Cute," Cora mumbled sarcastically to herself, seeing how full of himself that man was.

"Potter!" Snape said suddenly in the silence, making everyone startled, "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" 

Cora shared a look with Dean before turning to Harry, who clearly didn't know the answer, obviously. No one knew those things… No one but Hermione Granger, apparently, who raised her hand. Cora didn't even pay attention to her anymore, nor was she surprised when she knew something. So, she just rolled her eyes before turning to Harry again.

"I don't know, sir," Harry said, but what Cora really hadn't expected was seeing Snape's lips curl into a smirk.

"Clearly, fame isn't everything," he said. He seemed to really enjoy that moment. "Let's try again, Potter. Where would you look if I told you to find a bezoar?"

A beorzar what? Was he making this up? Cora really wanted to help Harry, but she was as confused as he was.

"I don't know, sir." Other laughter from the git and his friends arrived at Cora's ears and almost let a growl escape her lips.

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh Potter?" He was literally ignoring the only one who did it, how much of a douche bag could he get?

Cora looked at Harry again, who was bravely keeping eye contact with Snape.

"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Again?

Cora's eyes fell on Hermione, who had stood up with her hand still up. Why wouldn't she help him if she knew?

"I don't know," said Harry once more. "I think Hermione does, though. Why don't you try her?" Cora's lips curled in an impressed smile. Someone started to laugh, and Seamus winked at Harry. But Snape, however, wasn't pleased at all.

"Sit down," Snape snapped to Hermione, and for once, Cora agreed with him. "For your information, Potter asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat, and it will save you from most poisons. As for the monkshood and the wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite." Cora would have been impressed if that guy hadn't been so nasty, nasty, with a terrible long nose.

"Well?" he said again. "Why aren't you all copying that down?" Everyone started to write down what the professor had just said, and so did Cora after glaring at the man. "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter." Harry glared at the professor before starting to write down.

"That was great," Cora whispered, not looking from her notebook, but she heard Harry smile next to her.

Things didn't go better when Snape decided to divide them into pairs to mix up what he said would be a very simple potion, one to cure boils. She ended up with Ron, which had been great, he was a really cool guy, but as she had imagined Potion wasn't her subject.

"And you call it a potion?" Snape said, looking in the cauldron.

"I don't know what a potion is supposed to be like," Cora said before she could stop herself. "I've never seen one." Snape glared at her with his empty black eyes, but when Ron let out a snort, he took two points from Gryffindor again.

"You should all look at the job Malfoy is doing," Professor Snape said, making Cora and Ron glare at each other.

It didn't take much time for the sound of an explosion to make them turn. Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus' cauldron, letting the potion fall on the floor.

"Get on the stool! Get on the stool!" Ron said to Cora, pulling her by the arm. After a moment, the floor floated with that potion, and poor Neville, who had been drenched in it, moaned in pain because boils appeared on his arms and legs.

"Idiot boy!" Snape exclaimed, moving his wand and cleaning the floor. "Take him to the hospital wing," he said to Seamus, who nodded and helped Neville. Cora was glaring at that man. That poor boy was just crying in front of him, and he didn't even care. He just insulted him.

Suddenly, Snape turned to Harry, who was working next to Ron. "You – Potter – why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Though he made you look good if he got wrong, did you?" Harry looked at him incredulously while Cora's eyes widened, trying her best not to say anything. "That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor." Harry seemed ready to argue, but Ron stopped him, kicking him, then he muttered something, but Cora hadn't been able to hear him.

"I have to get out of here," she muttered to Dean when the lesson was over. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. He wasn't favoring Slytherins; he was bullying his students, especially Harry.

"Let's go see if Neville is alright," Dean said, encouraging, making her nod.

The hospital wing was a large room with windows and beds, and the nurse, Madam Pomfrey, seemed very busy. She ran up and down with bottles in her hands.

"Hey, Neville," Dean said once they got closer to his bed.

"How are you feeling, man?" asked Cora.

"It really hurt," he said. "Madam Pomfrey took care of them, but I still feel them burn."

"It's going to be alright," said Seamus encouraging. "Tomorrow, you will be ready to come back."

Neville's eyes widened. "I don't want to come back!" Steps were heard behind them, and when Cora turned, she saw the woman dressed in muggle clothes walk towards the bed.

"Rachel!" Neville called her, almost pleading.

"What happened, Neville? Are you alright?" the woman asked with a sweet and concerned voice.

Neville shook his head. "I can't do it, Rachel. After today, I'm sure I can't do it."

"Don't worry about the accidents. They often happen, and it doesn't make you less skilled than others," she said, sitting next to him. It seemed that Neville knew that woman, who, by the name of the woman, should have been Hogwarts' counselor.

"He scares me to death," Neville complained again. Rachel frowned, turning to the three of them.

"Professor Snape," Dean said.

"To be fair, he scares everyone," Seamus added, nodding his head. 

Rachel took a breath, closing her eyes, and then she turned to Neville. "Listen to me; you are happy to be here, right?"

"Yes, but..."

"No buts. It's going to be fine. I promise you that," Rachel said. "In my first year, I dropped a potion on my feet, and they started to grow. Now you are crying, but you'll laugh about it soon enough. This is a school; you're here to learn. Forget about professors and focus on your work."

"You promise?" Neville asked.

"I promise." She smiled, moving his hair away from his forehead.

Cora really hoped she was right; the amount of stress she was already experiencing was difficult to handle, but maybe she would have laughed about it in the future. But one thing she was sure of: she would have never found something funny about Professor Snape.

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It’s a WIP, but I’d thought I’d share it with you ❤️✨

(Notes: It’s a Trans!Dean Trans!Benny AU )

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Benny’s self love journey had not been an easy one, but he would be the first to say it was all worth it.

Even before he had started going through what they called their “second puberty”, Benny felt awkward in their body. Benny was what his mamma reffered to as “husky”, and going to school growing up had been a nightmare.

Their money was limited at the time, so most of Benny’s clothes came from his older brother Eli who was significantly less broad in the shoulders, so his shirts never fit him quite right. Along with the weird-fitting clothes, Benny had been an extremely awkward child. He couldn’t quite grasp how to socialize with other children, so he mostly sat on his own at the lunch tables and colored inside his classroom while the other children played outside during recess.

Sure, his momma had tried to get him to interact with other kids by setting up playdates, but the whole time he was at the park or another child’s house he would desperately cling to his momma’s leg, refusing to let go.

That’s how his social life was, up until the moment he met Dean Winchester.

It was in 3rd grade recess, Benny recalled.

He had ventured outside of the classroom and decided to sit on the swings, scraping his shoes in the sand as he gently swung back and forth.

“Hey.”

Benny jolted a bit, looking around for whoever had just spoken.

“I'm right beside you.”

He looked towards the other swing and saw a blond/brunette kid STANDING on the seat, somehow managing not to fall.

“I’m Dean.” The kid said, popping a candy from their pocket into their mouth.

“I’m…Bonnie….”

God, Benny remembered how much he hated that name.

The kid seemed to study him for a second.

“You don’t like that name very much, do you?”

Benny thought about it for a second.

“No, I don’t.”

“Then why don’t you go by something you DO like?”

Benny had just looked at Dean as if the guy had grown two heads. “You can’t do that.”

“Sure you can.” Dean shrugged. “That’s what I did. I hated my old name so…I changed it.”

Could you do that? Benny had thought.

It seems easy enough.

“Then I guess I’m…Benjamin.” Benjamin had been his favorite grandpa's name. He owned a boat and sometimes took Benny out to sea, exploring beyond land.

“Hmmm…I think I’m gonna call you Benny.” Dean replied.

“Sure, if you want.”

Dean dug around in their pocket, seemingly searching for something. Finally, they pulled out a Snickers bar.

“Want one?”

From then on Dean had stuck by Benny’s side 24/7, which had made them uncomfortable at first, but then he found himself becoming happier at the idea that he had someone to talk to.

Dean was interesting. He talked about cars a lot, particularly his father’s Impala.

“I wanna drive it someday. Dad says that once I’m old enough and have my license he’ll give it to me.” Dean bumped their shoulder against Benny’s. “Maybe me and you can ride in it together.”

Benny didn’t talk much himself, he mostly listened, and Dean didn’t seem to mind.

His momma could not have been more excited about the fact that he had made a friend, and she had told Benny he could invite Dean over for a sleepover if he wanted.

Benny had never had a sleepover up until that point, so he had been extremely nervous when Dean had arrived at his house, duffle bag and pillow in hand.

“Hey Benny! Thanks for inviting me over.” Dean said cheerily.

“Yeah, no problem.”

Benny showed Dean around his small house, finally making his way to his bedroom.

“Wow. You really like blue…and pirate ships.”

Benny blushed. “Yeah, I know it’s weird-”

“No, not weird. It’s cool.” Dean plopped himself on Benny’s bed, surveying the room.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Benny asked.

“Yeah! I brought over a few of my favorites!” Dean said excitedly.

Dean’s favorite movies turned out to be rated-R zombie movies, but Benny didn’t mind. His momma didn’t normally allow him to watch scary movies, so he wasn’t about to snitch.

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