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what-gs-watching · 7 months

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“Saving people, hunting things…the family business.”

Alright. We’re gonna do it. We’re gonna talk about Supernatural. We can’t talk about ALL of Supernatural, that would be ridiculous, but it deserves a comfort show spotlight.

I’m going to admit it: I resisted for a long time. My husband used to stream a shit ton of tv, he needed something to fall asleep to, so in the past I’ve groggily slept through random episodes. And I didn’t really care about it.

I remember when it came out, I loved Jared from Gilmore Girls naturally but I never got into it. Honestly, I was really annoyed there was a character named Dean that wasn’t Jared, I’m a fickle bitch.

So it was whatever. But again, I lost all sense of everything during the pandemic and started binging. I went through all of the X-Files (even the newer seasons, I did it all, it was a thing). I went insane watching Fringe. I was devastated when I lost Peter Bishop, aka perfect New England boyfriend. And then Netflix really started flinging Supernatural at me. Like, really hard.

Last December, I was already spiraling with my job a bit, I can see that now. I was tired. And I needed something else to get lost in. TV was literally the only thing I had energy for. And there were 15 fucking seasons. That’s too many seasons. So I begrudgingly gave in, and I started it.

Y’all know what it’s all about: two brothers, Sam and Dean, are hunters (of monsters) because their mother was murdered by a demon when Sam was just a baby, and their father, John, couldn’t let it go. So he packed the boys up for life on the road, hunting the thing that had ruined his family, thrusting his kids onto a path they did not choose.

And I’m gonna be honest, I fought the whole way. I really did. I kept asking my husband what the eff was up with Sam and Dean. Just…why? I kept shouting at the screen that the two of them needed boundaries. But I also kept watching. I like a good Monster of the Week. And I’m a weirdo for overarching storylines. I like the lore, I do. Secret nerd, me.

And like I said, there’s no real way to talk about ALL of Supernatural, but that’s okay because it’s really about the little things for me.

The brotherness of it all Does Sam and Dean’s absolute and unwavering dedication to each other drive me nuts a little bit? Yes. They make so many stupid decisions to save each other - Sam with the demon blood, Dean selling his soul to save Sam, Dean with the mark, Sam jumping into the cage with Lucifer. There are literally probably hundreds of examples. It’s exasperating.

Dean thinks his entire existence is meant to protect Sam, I get it, he was conditioned that way, and Dean is basically the only thing Sam has left in the world, so it’s mostly mutual (except for that whole purgatory situation, he really didn’t try at ALL to find him? C’mon) but it’s also heartbreaking. John fucked up their lives, that dude was driven by the singular thought of avenging his wife, when he had a six month old and a four year old to take care of? Like, she’s dead my dude, but you have these two little fragile things you’re supposed to take care of and protect and foster, and this is the route you take? Fuck, man. I can’t imagine going through that.

Creating your own family Which leads me to Bobby. Crotchety, kind, beleaguered Bobby. Those boys needed an actual father figure and this weirdo stepped up so perfectly. He encouraged them and tried to guide them with a gentle hand - he knew those idjits would fuck it all up but he went along with them as much as he could, playing that parent game of trying to let them make their own choices as long as it wouldn’t destroy them. The episode where he’s fighting his reaper, trying to get away, and his last memory is an innocuous movie night with Sam and Dean? Tragic and sweet. I’m still mad my boy Bobby was done dirty, dying during one of the worst seasons (Leviathans, am I right?) but I appreciate their grief over losing him was real.

On the topic, I also have to say that I love the people Sam and Dean end up pulling into their orbit. Charlie was a fucking delight, and her bond with Dean was so pure; she was the little sister he never had and you can tell he let her in right away. When she says “I love you” and he just says “I know” it’s as far as Dean can go and it’s just good. I don’t think I could have forgiven Sam for getting her killed in a stupid plan he purposely kept from Dean. She agreed to help because she wanted to save her brother and she got murdered for it. Good deeds don’t go unpunished, gang.

Also, Jodie and Donna. In a show that doesn’t really seem to care about women at all, you get two badasses that can hold their own and won’t take any shit, and Sam and Dean acknowledge how strong they are. Out of all of the random spinoffs they tried over the years, theirs is the one I would have preferred to get lost in.

And, I’m gonna say it, Jack. I was ready to hate that little antichrist but he charmed the hell out of me. Mostly because of the ‘three men and a baby’ vibe, Dean and Sam and Castiel trying to rear that sweet summer child away from destroying absolutely everything and eventually, really really succeeding. I might be in the minority, but it was really satisfying. Jack is my babe, I’ll shout that shit from the rooftops.

Castiel Castiel is a whole thing, I know. And I love it. He gets his own category.

Sweet, complicated Castiel. I have a special place in my heart for Cas. And it’s not entirely because of the whole Destiel situation. That crazy angel had a big ol’ character arch and I truly appreciate it. Hated him in the beginning, and then that whole “assbutt” moment happened and he turned away from heaven and the great plan and toward humanity. And then a lot more drama, trying to rule in heaven and the leviathans, ending up as a human for a bit, his whole thing with Metraton, etc.

But Cas is important because Dean is long-suffering, always the one to lose and make the hard (sometimes stupid) choices and he’s so resigned to his fate but Castiel is the buoy in all that. He’s the only one fully committed to Dean. The episode where Dean forgets who he is and he stands in front of a mirror repeating ‘Sam is your brother, Cas is your best friend’ - of all the things Dean is and needs to remember, that’s important. Castiel raised him from perdition, searing him with the mark of his grip. They’re bonded.

I really love that Castiel gets to be his own thing a part from the boys, he grows so fucking much, but he’s also always Dean’s anchor. No matter how you feel about Destiel and the implications, the fact that Cas comes to understand humanity enough to say that just telling someone you love them without that being returned can be the best moment of your life, can be true happiness, is really something. Sometimes that is enough. Getting out of your own way can be enough.

I clearly have a thing for angels that can be a little bit of a bastard. I will ALWAYS root for Castiel.

Baby I’m not sure why I’m so charmed by the dedication to Baby, but I love it. It appeals to a very specific aesthetic in me. Of course that’s the kind of car they roll around in, perfectly old and beautiful, all sharp black lines and power and time. It’s Dean’s dedication to the family business and one of their only constants. He teaches Sam how to care for her, and he rebuilds her over and over. He even manages to pick her out in the first place, eventually. It’s sweet that Baby is home. She’s the heart, gang. Solid, strong, broken over and over again but always persisting.

The universe One of the best pieces of Supernatural is the universe it creates for itself. How adamant they’d been in the beginning that yeah of course demons exist, but God definitely doesn’t, but the random other gods found in lore throughout history do. It's so easy to change a universe that draws a line in the sand, and it just keeps getting bigger and more complex and silly and reckless.

I love the little touches. The fact that there’s a Supernatural book series, with an underground fan base enough to host a con (though I don’t want to get into the Chuck of it all, I’m still absolutely irate over all of that). Sam and Dean being so utterly embarrassed by them is hilarious, but it’s a way for them to get the recognition they deserve, even if it’s through fiction. People love those books, their story, and even if they never get thanked in real life, there are people out there believing in them.

I mean, the all girls’ school musical? Absolute perfection. That episode was meant to be a love letter to the entire thing, and it’s so perfect. Sam wonders why it isn’t “Samstiel”, and Dean is upset to learn about BM scenes, aka boy melodrama. The song girl-Cas sings, I’ll just wait here then… and their stripped down version of the boys’ unofficial anthem. It makes my tween heart sing, it satisfies my cravings for all things meta (jesus I’m basic). It’s just warmth and love and appreciation.

Frenemies AKA, unlikely and this-is-a-stupid-fucking-idea allies. All good shows need this. Crowley was never a true favorite of mine, but I appreciate that he saw how valuable keeping a tenuous relationship with the Winchesters could be. And I will still always and forever laugh at the fact that Dean was in his phone as ‘Not Moose’. One of my absolute favorite gags. Those two are perfectly Moose and Squirrel. His affection for the two of them proving that demons can be a little bit human, too. But that doesn’t get him off the hook for convincing Dean to take on the mark, even though I secretly enjoy their bromance once he does become a demon. Sometimes you need to have that friend you secretly kind of hate a little because they’re a dick, but they’re useful.

(Side rant: the Crowley/Crowley situation between Supernatural and Good Omens is making my brain bleed, I can’t make myself say it differently enough in my mind for there to be a good enough distinction because y’all, one is an obvious smash and one is an obvious pass. I’m just sayin’. It’s making it difficult to yell at the tv…)

Also. Rowena also falls into this category. Again, another strong woman in a room full of idiot men, holding her own. I’ve been that woman a lot of times, surrounded by boys who just can’t get their shit together and you stand and you watch and you help or hurt when you can, because at the end of the day. you need to be out for yourself. I respect the fuck out of her for looking out for herself. She was world weary because she had to be, she lived through hundreds of years of oppression and she was gonna get what was hers, but by the end, she came around to those boys. She’s the friend you keep at a distance because you’re never sure what the fuck they’re gonna do, but you can appreciate her seeming unpredictability because sometimes she uses it to help you, or thrust some unfortunate truth at you that you need to hear.

The point is: all of these little random things amount to something absurd and funny and gruesome and welcoming and silly and strange. And I could probably write ten different posts like this, pulling out more things that make Supernatural what it is, and that’s what makes it so all-encompassing.

So. I spent four months watching this show. Every day, some ridiculous Sam and Dean adventure. What were they gonna get up to? I never knew, but it was reassuring to know they’d always get out of it. It was my main comfort, and four months is a really long time.

When I got to the end of it, I was mired in yet another ridiculous work emergency and everything about me was fried. I was raw, fraying ends. So when I watched the finale, I sobbed. Like, really sobbed. Trying to take breaths I couldn’t quite make deep enough, while Dean was driving Baby and they were playing ‘Carry On My Wayward Son’. The episode ended and I kept crying. I went and found my husband and just cried at his face. He couldn’t remember if he’d ever watched the end of it or not and I tried pathetically to explain why I was crying so hard. I cried for everything that I was. It broke a dam I’d been holding in. And I felt stupid for it, who gives that much of a fuck about a show about hunting monsters?

But it wasn’t necessarily about the show, I mean it was a little bit, but it was also about me and whatever the fuck I was going through. And that’s what content is for. I’d wrapped myself in a Sam-and-Dean blanket for months to try and blunt a bunch of things, but they brought those things up to the surface anyway.

Feeling the real emotion of things through fake things. Is it healthy? Probably not, but it’s an art form, it’s a coping mechanism. I was crying about software and work melodrama and life frustration (can I still claim to be having a quarter life crisis if I’m in my 30s?), but also about Dean dying on the job in the way he’d always assumed he would, about Sam’s kid having the same tattoo, about Bobby being there at the end, about Sam being there at the end. It’s just easier that way.

All that to say, I can’t recommend the Sam-and-Dean blanket enough. It’s cozy and it’s sprawling and ridiculous and complete. I put it down for a month before yet another stupid thing happened to rattle me (so many things this year), and I knew right away where I needed to go. Back to the blanket. Which means I’m in the middle of my second watch. And I’m pretty sure, that at any point in time in the future, I’ll be in the middle of some rotation of it, even if I go off for months at a time. It’ll always be in the queue, because I know when I need it, there’ll always be an adventure I'm sure Sam and Dean will get out of.

#what g's watching #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel

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gojos-precious · 1 year

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The Singer Household

Summary: Courtney tries to adjust to living with Bobby

A/N: This is part 2 to Becoming a Singer. As always please be kind! :)

Adjusting to living with Bobby was hard. Don’t get me wrong, it was a lot better than what I was used to, but it was still hard. I thought it would be easier to adjust because I knew that I was safe, but it was just… different. At Bobby’s house, I ate regularly and always had clean clothes. I didn’t have to worry whether someone would take care of me. Bobby taught me how to cook and it was really fun. He had so many of his wife’s old cookbooks lying around so we never ran out of recipes to try. But at night, when it was quiet, that’s when things were hard. No one talks about just how hard it is to adjust from an abusive situation. Bobby knew what it was like though. He was very patient with me. Bobby’s dad was an abusive drunk so he understood. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy taking me in, and yet he did it anyway.

I often had nightmares that would wake me up with my own screams. Without fail, Bobby would always come and sit with me until I was okay. Some nights we would just stay up and talk or he’d read me some of his favorite books. Sometimes we would even get up and start baking cookies. Bobby’s cookies always made it better. He didn’t force me to talk about the nightmares. I wasn’t ready to talk about them at first. He let me sit with them.

The Winchester boys didn’t know that I was having nightmares or the real reason why I moved in with Bobby. I still remember the first time that they were there when a nightmare happened. They had come to stay with me and Bobby while John was out on a particularly dangerous hunt. It was the first night that they were there. All day I was worrying about what would happen that night. I was worried that they were going to find out. I was scared to fall asleep. I tried staying up reading but it just made me even more tired. I had fallen asleep at some point and didn’t realize it. Then the dream started.

Dad was talking about the hunt he was about to leave for. I was crying and begging him not to because I knew what happened on that hunt. The hunt that changed everything. The hunt that killed him. But he wouldn’t listen to me. It was like I was talking to a statue. That was one of the worst nights of my life. That was the last time I got to hug my dad. I was a sobbing mess in the corner of the room as I watched everything happen in slow motion. After what felt like 30 seconds and an eternity, we got the call that he had died. I started crying immediately. Mom had put on the front of the mourning widow until she hung up the phone. It took her less than a minute to drop the mask. That’s when shit hit the fan. She started screaming at me, telling me how she regretted the day I was born. She told me I was just a burden and that I always would be. I was crying so much that I could barely breathe. It felt like there was an elephant sitting on my chest. I could just faintly hear someone screaming my name. It wasn’t Mom. The voice sounded so familiar but I just couldn’t put my finger on who it was. The voice sounded far away.

Next thing I know, I’m awake. I’m at Bobby’s. I’m safe. After I realized that I was at Bobby’s, I did in fact hear someone screaming my name. It was Sam. Sam, Dean, and Bobby had all rushed into my room after hearing me screaming and crying. Sam was sitting on the edge of the bed next to me with his hands on my shoulders. He had been shaking me trying to get me to wake up. It was silent for an eternity, aside from my sniffling, before Dean piped up and said, “Courtney, are you okay?”

I looked at Bobby and he just gave a slight nod and I knew what it meant. It meant it was time to tell them. I cleared my throat before saying “I think it’s time I tell you guys the truth.” The boys looked between me and Bobby and Sam said, “Bobby, what does she mean?” and Dean said “Yeah, what have you not been telling us?” Bobby looked at me and said “Do you want to tell them or do you want me to?” I sat up straight in the bed and said “I think this should come from me. You guys might want to get comfortable, this is going to take a little while.”

I scooted to the middle of the bed. Sam sat on my left and Bobby sat on my right while Dean sat at the end of the bed. And so I told them. I told them everything. I refused to look up from my lap the whole time. I was scared to see their faces. I knew how they’d be looking at me. I knew that their eyes would be full of pity. But to my surprise, when I looked up and made eye contact with Dean, his face wasn’t full of pity. It was full of anger. I looked over at Sam and he had the same look. The only difference was that Sam had tears on his face.

I looked at Bobby and saw a few tears had fallen down his cheeks. He knew how hard that was for me and he was so proud that I finally told them. It was quiet for so long. I finally spoke up and said,“Somebody please say something.” Dean cleared his throat and kinda shook his head and said, “Why didn’t you want to tell us?” I looked at them both and said, “I didn’t want you to look at me any differently. I didn’t want you to think of me as damaged goods.”

At that moment, Sam grabbed my hand from where it was resting on my lap and said, “Courtney, nothing could make us think that you were damaged goods.” Bobby spoke from beside me and said, “See kiddo, I told you that they would understand.” I nodded and smiled. I guess I had been worrying for no reason. They took it way better than I thought they would. Out of nowhere, Dean said, “I’m still confused by one thing though.” I kinda tilted my head in confusion and said, “And what’s that?”

He said, “So you’re not just clumsy? Because I’ve definitely seen you fall in the salvage yard plenty of times and you’re constantly tripping over air.” At that, I busted out laughing which then made everyone laugh. After laughing until all of our stomachs were hurting, Bobby got up and said, “Well, we’ll let you get back to sleep.” Everyone left and the boys were already halfway down the hall before I said, “Now you know that there is no way in hell that I’m going back to sleep after that.” Bobby laughed and said, “Let me guess: you either want to watch a movie or bake cookies?” I giggled and started getting out of the bed saying “Why not do both?” Dean yells from down the hall, “Did I hear something about baking cookies?” The rest of the night was spent laughing and I realized that no matter what, this was my family. This is where I belonged.

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#bobby singer #bobby singer fluff #bobby singer angst #sam winchester angst #sam winchester fluff #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #dean winchester fluff #supernatural #Supernatural angst #supernatural fluff

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deancodedcastielenby · 11 months

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Someone asked me the other day why I love this stupid show so much. And before I could think I just said: “Because they are human.” To which I got: “Uh… they are fictional characters.”

And Yeah I get that, but my point still stands. They are human. Even our gay little angel, he’s so very human it hurts. In a world full of Kardashians and reality TV I take SPN every time, because unlike those reality tv shows I can connect to these characters on a very personal level.

Dean is selectively mute, follows his fathers orders almost to a fault as a child, and takes care of a younger sibling. Take out the motels and the minute amount of money and you could be talking about me. Dean did whatever it took to keep his brother safe, I did the same for my brother when my parents were fighting. Different battles, but I can identify with this character. The first person Dean tells who he is and that he is in love with that person, they drop him like a dead weight. The way he thinks he doesn’t deserve to be happy! The way he thinks that all he has “earned” in life is scorn… its like looking in a fucking mirror.

Sam was always the “new kid” the “weird kid” and the “nerdy kid”. Well fuck if that wasn’t me in school. I excelled, to a point where teachers asked me to take a course again, to be their assistant teacher. Sam has this sense of needing to fit in, and wanting to just be normal. What teen doesn’t? He did after school activities to give Dean a break and also not be at the motel because he butted heads with John. When I tell you I used to drive around for HOURS when I got my license and be out of the house as much as humanly possible its no fucking joke. Sam wanted to be a lawyer because he has this sense of Justice, he has seen the world beat the hell out of his brother and him, he has seen all the dark things and he wants to make things safe with what he thinks is the only “gift” he’s got, and that’s his head. For the longest time everyone told me I should be a lawyer because I would stand up for what I believed in, and I had a strong moral compass… Sam fell for the “wrong” people, and even the people put in his path because he just wanted to be loved for who he was and… well I cannot count the number of shit relationships I have been in.

Castiel was angel, and he had purpose! He knew exactly what he was meant to do and didn’t ask questions… until this immovable force blocked that path and let him see for the first time. He saw these flawed people that he was working with and he *felt*. Like, that is fucking special. Dean was able to let him see the moment Cas touched his soul, and because of Dean he was able to create free will. Sure I don’t have the best relation to this one, but I can tell you that growing up in a conservative household where I was told things were to be a certain way or else, finding out that there was more to the picture was like a punch in the gut. I made bad choices, and I chose the wrong people, and i believed the lies I was fed… until I didn’t any more. Until my amazing friends called me on my BS and they showed me that I was missing a helluva lot. I’m still fucking learning, and so yeah I could understand Cas quite a bit.

Bobby Singer was the father I WISH I FUCKING HAD. Someone who took the time to just know ME who I was and not force shit on me so that I learned “marketable skills”. Watching that scene where he is wandering around with Rufus and seeing little Dean and him at the fucking park? I CRIED LIKE A FUCKING BABY.

But its that, that connection that makes them human. Its that reason that i keep going back. Its the flaws that I see in these people that I can see in myself and just having that where i can see it is extraordinary. Sure I love the story itself, but just a muscle car and classic rock wouldn’t have kept my attention for 15 seasons. It was the Characters that did. Do I have the biggest love for Sam? No, and I admit that. Sure there are a lot of similarities in flaws, but i just never could get behind Sam. I felt a loser kinship to Dean, because I am an eldest child, and I do know the weight of the world on my shoulders even though I am an adult now I still feel it. Like Dean I would never abandon my siblings if they needed me, no matter what we were going through, and I think when Sam didn’t look for Dean it kinda killed that for me. Because we weren’t the “same anymore”. Not to say he’s a bad character, I just don’t like some of the choices that the writers went with, and that’s okay because I still love the show.

I tried to convey all of this in my haphazard way, and some of the people I was talking to get it, I think. But it still comes down to “they are fictional characters”. So? Maybe to you, but to me? They are a reflection of the shit I am dealing with. They are reflections of battles I have within myself every damn day. They are important to me, because I can see myself in those positions doing the same stupid shit with the hand I was dealt and for a moment I can say: “Well see someone else would do it too. I’m not alone.” And that’s the greatest part about fandom because you can share these same type of experiences with people all over the globe. We all have our reasons for loving this silly little show with all the issues in the world, but it’s OURS.

Sorry for the rant…. I just needed to talk about it.

#my junk #supernatural #its a fucking rant okay #I’m sorry I am not in a good place and SPN is my comfort show #I know I am a mess but its real feels up in here

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hahahahahangst · 2 years

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Rät (Be The Young 16)

GIANT TW which will be valid for each episode for suicidal thoughts, self-h*rm, violence, cursing, relatives dying, mentions of s*x, s*xual assault

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will break canon (mostly from the S2 finale) but will try to get back into it for the sake of ✨ lore ✨ .

Summary: Emily's life used to be normal. Until one day, her family died, leaving behind just one letter.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

MASTERLIST

Rät

But we've been fucking mean

We're elitist

We're as flawed as any Church .

“This is a bad idea.” Blurted Emily as she and Sam approached Dr. Waxler’s office. Dr. Waxlers was the doctor who had prescribed Scott’s pills, as they discovered from the bottle Sam had found.

The plan was for her to take a fake therapy session as Sam climbed in from the window and stole Scott’s files. “What if he…like- what if he wants to talk about my feelings?”

“Come on, it doesn’t have to be real therapy. You can lie.”

“What if he sees right through me?”

“Listen dude-”

“Not your dude.” She interrupted.

“Emily, listen. It’s just half an hour of talking about your feelings. You’ve done worse.”

“Not really-” The door in front of them opened.

“Ah, you must be Ms. Reed!” A voice interrupted the two siblings from bickering. “Please, come in.” The doctor invited her into the room and guided her through the colorful hallway. She turned to Sam, hoping he wouldn’t let her go, but he was already gone.

Shit. That was all Emily could elaborate as she sat in the chair as the doctor’s eyes indulged on her forearms. She had forgotten to wear long sleeves.

“Hello, Emily. I’m Dr. Waxler.”

“Hello.” She said, nervous. She crossed her arms in front of her, in hopes that maybe, maybe, he had noticed the long series of scars and burn marks she brought on her as a witness of how much she had hated herself in the previous years.

It wasn’t something she loved showing to people, of course, but it wasn’t usually something she was ashamed of.

Dean knew. Sam knew. Bobby knew.

There wasn’t much point in hiding them too much, apart from when they were brand new marks, so that they wouldn’t ask about them.

But with a shrink? Well, that was different. The relationship she had with herself was too complicated to explain to someone who didn’t know what she did in her life.

How would she explain to a regular person that sometimes the stress and the tension from hunting monsters would be so much that bleeding and burning was the only way to let it out?

Or that after a hunt gone wrong, when Dean was too nervous and Sam was too tired, punishing her body for not being in the shape she wanted it to be, that her brothers expected it to be, was the only way she could let out the disappointment she carried in herself?

So she didn’t speak. Not until the doctor asked her too.

“So, Emily… Let’s start with you. I think you mentioned being new in town, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m just passing through.”

“Okay, why did you decide to seek out therapy right now?”

“It’s… A lot of reasons.” She lied. She never wanted to be there.

“Why don’t you start with the first that comes to mind?” Emily gazed behind the doctor, waiting for Sam to appear in the window. He wasn’t. She needed to buy as much time and interest from the doctor as possible. She had to bring out her scars.

“Sometimes I think hurting myself is the best solution to my problems.”

“Are you talking about your wrists?” He pointed. Emily released the tension she had subconsciously formed in her arms and returned to a neutral arm position, nervousness and panic quickly making their way in her body. She nodded. Sam’s head appeared through the window.

“Why do you think hurting yourself would solve your problems?”

“Well, it doesn’t actually solve them.” Sam entered the room from the window and crouched behind the doctor’s desk. “But the pain takes the other pain away.” She paused. “It’s like rebound sex, but with a blade.” She laughed at her own joke, immediately realizing it was not the place, nor the time and returning serious.

“Do you ever think about going… beyond just hurting yourself?”

“You mean if I want to kill myself?” Sam climbed back out the window, but Emily could tell he was staying behind the wall to keep listening.

“Do you?”

“Actually, sometimes, I think that- I could just cut the right way, you know? No more pain.”

When she finally came out of the doctor’s office twenty minutes later, Sam was waiting for her in the car they had stolen that morning to get around. He didn’t speak as she entered.

“Did you get it?” She asked. He showed her the folder and started driving, frowning. “Everything alright? You seem upset.” She continued.

“Yeah, all good. Just-” He paused.

“What is it, Sam?”

“Just what you told the doctor.”

“What about it?” Emily rolled her eyes.

“Like, should I be worried about you?”

“You mean this?” She raised her left arm, nervous. “Not any more than you already are.”

“You know, there are other ways.” Sam wouldn’t peel his eyes from the street.

“Like what? Should I try the Dean way? Get drunk and bang chicks?” Emily said, sarcastic.

“I don’t know, maybe? Or you could try the Sam way and actually talk about it.” He tried to mimic her sarcasm.

“I do talk about it! But sometimes just talking isn’t enough.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have a cut on your shoulder, what do you do? You talk about it?”

“No, I will call you and get medicated.” Emily paused. “Emily, really. We’ve never said anything mostly because dad would say not to worry about it, but- You need to find another way to deal with your feelings.”

“Sure.” She said, dismissive.

“I’m serious.”

“Listen, Sam, I’m not going to kill myself if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“That’s not what I am worried about.”

“Right- you want to talk about my feelings or you want to work? Because I would like to work on this file we just stole.” She shook the pile of paper in front of him.

Sam rolled his eyes, moving the paper away from his view, and kept driving. Emily took out a notebook from her backpack and started listening to the audio recordings of Scott’s therapy, transcribing them for later use.

“It started a little over a year ago. Migraines, at first. Then I found I could do…stuff. I have this ability. When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want.” Recited Emily a while later, in the motel, reading from her notes, as Sam tapped his pen on the table. “And also…He, the yellow eyed demon, has plans for me. He says there's a war coming. That people like me, we're going to be the soldiers. Everything's about to change.”

Sam’s face took a more worried stance.

“I know. That’s bad.” Concluded Emily. As Sam opened his mouth, a loud bang, followed by the sound of glass breaking, made both the siblings jump out of their chairs and lay on the floor. The first thing Emily felt was a sharp pain to her left cheek, which was soon replaced by the chaos. As she tried her best to understand what was going on, Emily crawled up to the window that just shattered, trying to remain hidden from the line of sight. Sam did the same.

“Emily, look.” Sam pointed to a bullet laying on the floor, in the middle of the glass shards. They waited for the second shot to come. They waited, minute after minute, before Sam had the courage to turn back and look around outside the window. There was no one in sight. As the police sirens started to be heard in the distance, they quickly gathered their things and fled the scene.

“I think the shot came from there.” Said Sam, pointing to a very specific roof. “This is a sniper bullet. Must have been shot from up there.”

“Right. But why? That’s honestly more pressing to me.” Asked Emily, still nervous, shaking away the glass from her clothes. Tears had been filling her eyes since the bullet was shot, but was trying with all her strength to not let them go.

“I don’t know, let’s go find out.” He smiled tightly. He noticed she was holding back tears and stopped walking. “Are you okay?”

“Kind of.” She whispered. “Almost got my brains shot out.” She pointed to her cheek, where a long burn mark caused by the bullet flying very close to her face, laid next to several glass cuts.

“Let me see that.” Said Sam, moving her face to the side to see the mark better. He touched it.

“Ouch!” She moaned. “Sam, I’ll be alright.”

“Your voice is saying something but your whole body is saying the opposite.” Sam took her arm and raised it to eye level. Emily’s hand would not stay still: she was shaking, but she hadn’t noticed. She sighed.

“What? I’m scared, sue me!” She blurted out, crossing her arms. As she did so, her hands were forced to not shake, but the trembling got passed to her legs. She leaned on the wall behind her. “This whole thing- It’s scary, okay? Someone’s trying to kill us, Sam!”

Sam took out his phone. “Who are you calling?”

“Dean. We need backup on this.” As the phone started ringing, Sam offered his hug to Emily. Fighting against her body shaking, she leaned on Sam’s chest, trying to steady her breath. He rubbed her back with one hand as the other one still held onto the phone. His eyes lit as he heard the sound of someone answering the phone.

“Dean!” He said. “Yeah, look… I’m in Indiana, Lafayette… You do?... Yeah, I'm sorry. Look, right now there's someone after me and Emily… I don't know, that's what we need to find out. Where are you? Yeah. Sure.”

Emily only heard one side of the conversation, but as it progressed, Sam’s expression became more and more worried.

“Sam, what is it?” She asked, slowly pushing away from his chest and going back to lean on the wall. Sam looked at her. It was clear it was trying to decide whether to give her bad news or not. “Sam?”

“Dean said funkytown.”

“Oh crap.” She exhaled. “Where?”

“5637 Monroe Street.” Sam said.

“Alright, let’s go.” Emily shook her legs one at the time, trying to get rid of the dizziness. It was not the time for panic and she knew it.

“Are you sure? Maybe you should-”

“...go back to the motel and wait? Sure, so they can come and kill me, very clever. I said, let’s go!” She started walking towards the car, bitter. Sam stood behind a couple of steps, worried. “I said go!” She repeated, scowling back at him. He nodded and followed her to the car.

As they approached the old, abandoned building, it started to become more real: it was a trap. Whoever wanted them dead was in there.

Maybe Ava’s vision was coming true. Emily thought it and she knew Sam was thinking too, his thought spiral getting louder and louder in her head as they approached the place.

“We’ll be okay, right?” She asked before they opened the door.

“Of course.” Sam answered, nervous. He opened the door and looked in, gesturing to her to not speak anymore.

Alright, you remember what Ava said? There is a locked door. We try to open it, we’re dead. He communicated. Emily nodded and pointed to the only other door in the room.

That must be it. She thought.

Alright, do you see any way to go around it? Sam started looking around. Emily did the same, noticing a hole in one of the cardboard walls. She looked through it and saw a cable going from the locked door to some sort of explosive device in the middle of the room. An idea came to her mind. It was crazy and based on what was probably lies, but it was worth a test.

Sam, you remember what the demon said when it was possessing dad? He told you to move the gun with your mind

Yeah, but I couldn’t

Well, what if I can?

What are you talking about?

I don’t know, maybe he wasn’t lying. Pick the door.

It will explode!

Not if you keep it closed. Just- do it!

Sam, really confused and definitely not on board, reluctantly walked to the door and nervously picked it. Then he walked backwards, quietly, until he reached Emily in the opposite corner of the room.

Are you sure? He asked.

Well, we will never know if we don’t try.

Emily focused all her thoughts on the door handle. She imagined it moving downwards and slowly pulling it towards her. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine it better. To her surprise, a loud bang came from in front of her, followed by Dean’s voice screaming something inaudible.

Holy- it worked! She heard Sam’s voice.

Let’s go this way. Emily gestured towards the door that just exploded and quietly cocked her gun. She felt drained, mentally and now physically, but had to hold on a little longer. She just moved something with her mind. She wasn’t sure she liked it.

When they entered the room, the person holding Dean captive was turned to the other side, pointing a rifle at him. It wasn’t long until they had both their guns pointed at his head.

“Drop the gun.” Said Sam, warningly.

The man slowly turned towards them. “Aren’t you a clever little duo.” He said.

“Put it down!” Repeated Emily. Just a little more, Emily. She said to herself.

“You wouldn’t shoot at me, would you? Because your brother, he thinks you two are some kind of saints. Especially you, little one.”

“Yeah? Well, I wouldn't be so sure. I’m the crazy one.” She said, bitter. Don’t let him see it. Just a little more.

“See, that's what I said.” With a quick movement, he hit both the siblings. Emily fell to the ground and when she was able to sit back up, saw Sam being overpowered by the man. As they fought, Emily struggled to stand back up, her legs now shaking even more. However, when she saw the man taking out a knife and pointing it to Sam, her body moved automatically. She grabbed the rifle, which had fallen on the floor in the scuffle, and used the back of it to violently hit the man on the head, knocking him out.

She helped Sam back up. “All in one piece?” She asked.

“Yeah. You?” He scanned her from head to toe, trying to find out if she was hurt.

“The adrenaline will keep me lucid for a little more.” She exhaled, quickly walking towards Dean. Sam stayed behind. “Are you okay, lady in distress?” She asked, ironic, undoing the ties which were keeping Dean blocked. He looked at her, emotional. “All good? You gonna have a breakdown?” She mocked. Dean stood up, regaining his serious face as he took off his gag.

“You know, for a second I thought you were dead.” He exhaled.

“It’s gonna take a little longer than that to get rid of me. Are you all in one piece?” She asked again. He nodded.

“You good?” He asked, giving her the same scan Sam gave her.

“We should probably go.” She felt the adrenaline slowly washing off and her legs starting to weaken. Sam joined them.

“Gordon is taken care of.” He commented.

“So you know the guy?” Emily asked, confused.

“He’s one of us. Bobby’s friend.” Explained Dean.

“Right. Shit-” Emily used the bottom of her t-shirt to dry the tears who were starting to fall against her will. “Guys, we need to go.” She pleaded. They all started walking. The moment they arrived outside the building, they heard two shots and ducked behind a wall.

“Didn’t you take care of him?!” Asked Emily, exasperated.

“I did, trust me!” Answered Sam, way too confident. A second later, they all heard the sound of several police vehicles approaching. “Anonymous tip.” He explained.

“You're a fine upstanding citizen, Sam.” Laughed Dean as the trio snuck away to the Impala.

The second Emily felt the safety of Dean’s car, the last drop of adrenaline that was keeping her together wore off. She kicked away her shoes and tucked her knees close to her. Sam looked at her through the rearview mirror.

“All good, lady in distress?” Asked Dean, imitating her. “You gonna have a breakdown?”

“That’s not funny, Dean.” Commented Sam as Emily scowled at him.

“Yeah? You know what else is not funny? You two, taking off like that!” Dean started the engine.

“Right. Probably not the best time to talk about this, is it?” Sam’s voice was bitter.

Dean paused for a second. Emily raised his head from her knees to look at him. He was checking her from the rearview mirror as well. “Fuck you.” She muttered. She had not broken into tears yet, but her whole body was starting to ache and feel dizzy.

“I love you too.” Giggled Dean. “It’s alright, you take all the rest you need. Gordon should be reaching for the soap for a while, he won’t be bothering us anymore.” His voice became more gentle.

“It’s not about that.” Said Emily, gazing at Sam. He looked at her, a hint of worry in his eyes. It was clear he didn’t want to tell Dean about how they opened the door. “You know, the bomb, I-”

“What?” Asked Dean, suddenly curious.

“I set it off with- with my mind.”

Dean frowned and paused for maybe a little bit too long for Emily’s mind to be at ease. “Okay.” He said, at last. Sam’s expression turned from worried to surprised.

“Okay?” Asked Sam.

“Yeah- Listen, I heard Gordon. He thinks you're going to become killers, monsters or whatever he says. But honestly? It’s not my problem what he believes. Let’s find out what this is and fix it, okay?”

Sam nodded. Dean kept in silence, waiting for Emily’s answer.

“Emily, did you hear what I said?” He asked. When he didn’t get an answer, Sam asked him to pull over. When he did, Sam climbed in the back seat and sat next to Emily. The moment Emily felt Sam sitting next to her, she started searching for his arm, never moving her head from the place it had taken on her knees. As she reached Sam’s wrist, she held it tight, as if, if she let it, she would fall somewhere. As if it was her last bit of land in the rough ocean.

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Snitches & Stitches ϟ Bobbi & Sam

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @timetide & @samjacksonwc SUMMARY: Bobbi awkwardly bumps into Sam days after their “intensely spicy” night and learns from him about the sightings of the Lost Fleet, which Sam of course maintains are just rumors because ghosts aren’t real, right? Stay puft, man. WARNINGS: N/A

How long has it been? Bobbi dared not to think about it. In fact, she tried her best to forget about the memory of that night when she made the worst mistake of her life. Teagan had been gone, even thought dead, and the huxian felt alone, lonely, and abandoned. Who would have ever thought that dinner in a Thai restaurant would spur her to do the unthinkable and go home with a politician? Worse, the son of her worst enemy, the member of the town’s tourism board, the man who shared his name with a more famous and definitely more respected actor? Damn you, Sam Jackson.

Crap, crap, crap. Bobbi felt her insides melt, in a bad way, when she caught a glimpse of him at the food place she and John were delivering their fresh catch. She knew it was bound to happen one of these days, but she never thought it would be right then and there. After all, whenever she asked John about this route, as she had avoided going with him and Steve since that night in a pretty smart attempt to avoid Sam whom she knew was living downtown, he always mentioned that he never saw the politician around these parts. Was he lying? Or was this just a terribly coincidence? She shot John a glare but he just turned to her with a confused look on his face. Okay, he was probably not lying. What did I do to deserve this?

Sam was only in the area because of an old friend who wanted to talk to him about some weird shit at the docks. He wouldn’t have actually entertained the idea of paying them a visit if they hadn’t bribe him with breakfast. Sam don’t usually have breakfast, mostly because he believes it’s a waste of time when he has work and lunch would come in a few hours anyway, but this old friend, who was an actual old man, made the best tapsilog he’d ever had. To his surprise, he also found at his old friend’s carinderia the best lay he’d ever had. “Bobbi? Oh, my god, Bobbi! Hey! How are you doing? Been a while, hasn’t it?”

Oblivious to her desire not to talk to him, or maybe even acknowledge his existence, Sam approached the fisherfolk, and at the sight of John, who seemed familiar to him, tried to high five him but it was all awkward and John didn’t seem like he really wanted to be a part of any of this. It’s all right. No one in their right mind would ever want to be a part of this. “You guys also deliver seafood to this old man’s place?” Sam was both Captain Obvious AND Captain Oblivious. He turned to the old man who didn’t seem amused that Sam had left him at his table mid-story, glaring at him for the disrespect, only to receive a cheery wave from the tourism board member. “What a small world, innit?”

Why is he talking like a chimney sweep? That was the first question that came to Bobbi’s mind when she had a little bit of time to think. It wasn’t a lot of time, however, as Sam was persistent with inserting himself in her day. Even John seemed like he just wanted to just disappear right then and there, which he immediately verbalized before dipping out of there. “Looks like you and your friend need some catching up to do, B. Just text me when you’re ready. Gotta deliver the rest of these fish without delay.” He gave them both a little wave and almost ran the heck out of there without even letting her speak. I’m screwed. Poor choice of words.

Shaking her head in a useless attempt to brush the thought aside, she spun on her heels and turned to Sam, trying her best to put on a smile that seemed less annoyed and more normal. If that was even possible at this point in time. Bobbi gave him a little wave, just mimicking John’s gesture just a few seconds ago, unsure of what else to do or how to start conversing with Sam after everything that happened between them, the thing she’d rather have forgotten, even though it was her who wanted to act on her own curiosity back then.

“Heeeeey, Sam. Yeah, been a while. What are you doing here? This isn’t the…mayor’s office.” For the life of her, Bobbi couldn’t remember exactly what his line of work was, only that he was some politician of sort? Like his dead dad. Memories can be funny that way, especially if you try to delete them from your brain.

“Yes, it isn’t,” Sam gave her a look of confusion. Was it some sort of inside joke between them that he had failed to remember? Perhaps something from that night? Would it still be considered an inside joke if one of the insiders didn’t even remember it? Clearing his throat, Sam tried to play it cool. As cool as he thinks. On the contrary, it was pretty obvious to an outsider how lame he was, how this wasn’t something he was used to, not for the past few months anyway. Running into an ex felt weird, especially since Sam and Bobbi weren’t exes. “I was just talking to my old friend over there about some stuff that’s been happening all over town.”

Sam took a moment to point towards the old man that owned the place, but the latter had decided to ignore them, specifically him. Rudeness begets rudeness, after all, and Sam was more of an annoying acquaintance than an actual friend to him anyway. Heaving a sigh, Sam returned his gaze towards Bobbi, looking her over from head to toe, and obviously liking what he was seeing. It doesn’t really take that much for Sam to feel that way. A random leaf would be something he’d like to see depending on how bored he was. “Most of them were just rumors or hallucinations, though, nothing serious: People supposedly being much younger or older than they are, whole interiors turning into ye olden times, ghost ships in the horizon, white ladies, that sort of stuff.”

Sam chuckled at that, psh-ing at the thought that any of those things were real. Of course, some of them were real, he knew it himself. But admitting to that could put the town in jeopardy, and people couldn’t be trusted with the truth. Except maybe him and Bobbi, with the truth about what had happened between them. Ah, yes, true love. More like a mistake.

“What stuff?” The words slipped out of her mouth even before they could rein them in. For a moment, she almost forgot about the awkwardness in the air between them. They hadn’t kept in touch after that night, and Bobbi intentionally tried his best to avoid him. The town wasn’t that small for them both, but considering he was some sort of politician or something, the huxian fisherman just wanted to make sure she wouldn’t have anything to do with him until she herself was ready. Clearly, she failed.

But the thing about the town was, something strange had been happening, and Bobbi had herself gotten an inkling of these strange things even if she secluded herself on her boat, only ever socializing when she needed to fish and mostly with just her crew. And maybe some of the fun aunties at the docks. She squinted when Sam went on about time and aging and… “Ghost ships? What ghost ships?” Bobbi instinctively went closer to him, her eyes searching his for answers she needed, required, demanded. If this one night mistake was the solution to her lives-long problem, then awkwardness be damned. “Tell me everything about those ghost ships, Sam!”

Sam’s eyes widened in surprise and horror when Bobbi started getting all up in his grill. He fancied himself a champion of women’s rights, and this wasn’t even the first time someone of the opposite gender to his own started railing on him like he had owed them money, so the Tourism Board Member still did not appreciate getting attacked like that. Well, not attacked, more like called out or cornered or something along those lines, but he still did not appreciate it. She looks super pretty up close, though. I wonder what she does to her pores to get such smooth skin.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he raised both his hands up, as if surrendering himself to her for whatever reason, after finally focusing on what was going on at the present. To be fair, Sam had seen for himself how Bobbi fights. That thing in that cave at the docks? It was messed up, way above his pay grade, and he just managed to luck out when he technically saved her butt, but Bobbi actually did all the fighting prior to his miraculous rescue. She basically went toe-to-toe with a wet zombie and lived. Sam would never want to start putting hands up against her. “Chill, Bobbi. Chill. It’s just rumors. Some old guy with cataracts said he saw some ghost ships at the beach or something. Nothing verified yet.”

And then a light bulb figuratively clicked above Sam’s head. “But, you know, if you want to check it out, I’ve got my car parked nearby. We can drive to the beach right now, if you want to?”

“What?” Bobbi glared at Sam in disbelief. Was he trying to get her on a date? Again? If she was in the mood, she would’ve just knocked him off his feet. But he had information she so desperately needed. Or maybe he was just the means to an end. Bobbi craned her head, looking past him to steal a glimpse of the old man from earlier. Was he the old guy with the cataracts who saw the Lost Fleet? Bobbi wanted to just push Sam aside and talk to the man directly but he was technically a customer of her crew, and she didn’t want to offend him to the point of endangering the boys’ livelihood. Maybe Sam did have his purpose after all. “You talking about that guy? Can’t you verify it with him now?”

Bobbi felt herself drowning in adrenaline. The thought that she could finally get her ship back was overtaking her so much, she wasn’t even thinking things through. For starters, even if the Lost Fleet was around, parading themselves in broad daylight apparently, she still had no way to beat them up or rescue her ship. She had learn a lot from Lil but had never tried to put that knowledge to practical use. This whole thing could be one giant explosion in her face. Calm down. Just…calm down. She heaved a sigh, bowing her head, before turning to Sam with pleading eyes. “Sam… I really need that info on those ghost ships. Really.”

“No, not that guy,” Sam took a step back from Bobbi and fixed his shirt, even though the woman didn’t do much to mess it up. Still, in his head, Bobbi put his hands on him, mostly his shirt, and that was no bueno. Sam even let out a little scoff to emphasize his displeasure at her actions, her attitude, at the moment. “It was someone else. Someone who just left.” Sam continued fixing himself, moving on from his shirt to his always messy hair. It made no difference, to be honest, but Sam didn’t realize that. “Look: I have no idea what’s up with you and these rumors of ghost ships, but if you really need the info, I could ask around?”

Sam watched her, mostly her reaction to his offer. He wasn’t one to abandon friends, especially in their hour of need. He considered Bobbi more than a friend, though a part of him hesitated to speak of it. Sam knew next to nothing about Bobbi, save for some unverified rumors of her being from a long line of women who all look somewhat the same. Hell, he wasn’t even sure that was a thing. Could be something racist. “Again, my car is just outside, Bobbi. I could take you to the old man.” But he didn’t even know where he lived. Classic Sam.

Bobbi heaved a sigh, trying to calm herself down. Despite every bone in her body reminding her that Sam wasn’t entirely the best source of information, considering his entire job was to cloud people’s information, especially the supernatural ones, but he was right about one thing: He could take him to the old man. “All right, Sam,” Bobbi began breathing slowly, pacing herself. All that adrenaline would be of little use in this encounter. She should probably reserve it for whatever comes next. “Take me to the old man.”

“But no funny business, all right?” Bobbi pointed a stern finger at Sam, her face turning into an intimidating scowl. Sam was all about that funny business, and she wasn’t in the mood for his shenanigans. All she wanted from him was verified information on the Lost Fleet. This could finally be her chance to regain her most prized treasure. She needed to exhaust all her options, even if it included being stuck in a car with an ill-advised one-night stand. I mean, he wasn’t that bad, but he’s still a Jackson. “Let’s go.”

“Funny business?” Sam could almost guffaw. Instead, he just flashed her a smile and went to the door to open it for her. “All my businesses are very serious, Bobbi.” When she passed through, leaving the premises, he’d turn to the old man who owned the place and winked at him, much to the latter’s annoyance, before following the woman out of there as well. Sam quickly walked past her, intercepting her before she could reach his car, so that he could also open the door for her. Like a gentleman. “My lady,” he even offered her a quick bow.

Once they were both in the car, Sam scrambled to put on some nice tunes but ended up switching from one radio station to another. And another. And another. He was trying his best to impress the lovely lady he had a thing with a few weeks ago and had never seen since, until today, oblivious to how messed up that is. He was too focused on having this chance, this moment, again with Bobbi that everything else was thrown out the window. “You ready? Sam and Bobbi driving through town!”

Bobbi was about to give Sam the benefit of the doubt, mostly because she was tired of fighting with him, but the whole my lady thing just made her roll her eyes even harder, deeper into the back of her skull. But she had no other choice: She had to get in his car and have him drive him to wherever the old man with the information was. She needed that information, and she needed it verified. Sam was simply a means to an end. Just like that night. She accidentally thought about all those nights ago, when they spent an intimate one together, and blushed, annoyed at the memory. “Yes, Sam! I’ve been ready! Drive! And please shut the hell up!”

Crossing her arms across her chest, she looked away from him, not wanting the politician to see her flushing cheeks. The last thing she needed was Sam egging her on. Bobbi didn’t hate what happened between them. In fact, she wanted it to happen, if not simply to test the waters, just satiating a curiosity about the man that had been nagging her since they crossed paths and saved the town together. Now that that was over, however, the aftermath seemed more trouble for her than it was worth. So she just sat there. Throughout the drive. As quietly as she could. Gods, I hate this.

“All right, all right, jeez,” Sam turned on the ignition and began to drive, already screwing up one of Bobbi’s requests. To be fair, though, Sam shutting the hell up would require more than just the magic word, which is please of course, even if you are a pretty attractive fisher woman who slept with him all those nights ago. Best sex ever. He had to do the exact opposite of shutting the hell up to rise the ranks in a stupid attempt to mock his late father’s political career. Besides, he did a lot of shutting the hell up at home, where he spent most nights alone and lonely. “Don’t get your panties tied up in a bunch.” He probably deserved to be alone and lonely.

Heaving a sigh, he tried to go on another radio station hunt again, but again, he failed. Sam stole a glimpse of Bobbi, which was obviously ill-advised, considering that he was driving, though to be fair, the road was mostly empty and no one was driving like they were in the Daytona 500. Or 900. Sam does not watch a lot of car races. To avoid the awkwardness in the silence that he was feeling, maybe even alone, he started to whistle a tune, accompanying the song on the radio. It didn’t take him long to start yapping again, though. “What’s up with you and these ghost ships, anyway?”

The urge to electrocute Sam was strong, but Bobbi managed to fight it off and rein her anger in, especially at that bit about the underwear. Whether intentional or not, the huxian didn’t really care, already believing that Sam was trying to embarrass her for what happened between them, for witnessing her in her most vulnerable, for having been intimate with the enemy’s son. Now that her curiosity was satiated, she had realized it had all been for nothing. Sam wasn’t special. He was just like all of them, including her: Lonely and alone.

“You really wanna know?” Bobbi tried to refocus herself on the distraction of a conversation. The fact that she had realized Sam was just as sad and pathetic as she was calmed her down a bit, even though she still technically had the upper hand of being immortal while he was just another puny human, insignificant and short-lived. She would outlive him and everything about him, everything that made him who he is, everything that she’d ever know of him. Wouldn’t matter even if she told him her secret then, especially since he’s already seen her bare. “Those ghost ships took something of mine, and I intend to get that back. Whatever the cost.” As she gritted her teeth when the last sentence crawled out of her mouth, Sam’s radio glitched, the huxian’s electricity interfering in its signal.

Ghost ships aren’t real, Bobbi. Sam wanted to keep to his script, but then he remembered the first time they met when Bobbi solo’d that one zombie that looked like he’d been underwater for far too long. Was that one of the crew of those ghost ships? Or was that just an unrelated coincidence, another monster from the sea that tried to invade the docks and was fended off by the captain? Unfortunately, Sam began to focus on the wrong thing. I slept with a badass. Now that’s amazing.

“All right then,” he heaved a sigh as he made a turn. And another. And another. It took them some time but they finally arrived at the park, where he last saw the old man. Parking his car near the bend, Sam turned to Bobbi with a more serious look on his face. “If you really need to do this, then I’m on your side. This is the last place I saw the old man. Not really sure where he lives, but this could be a good start. You’re up for a team-up?” He grinned as he offered her his hand to shake in agreement.

Bobbi just stared at Sam for a couple of minutes, not sure what to make of his allegiance. On one hand, it was always good to be on the same page with the person you were doing something with. On the other? It was Sam, the politician, who denied everything supernatural, even if they were already happening to him in plain sight of everyone. “Sam, don’t take this the wrong way,” she squinted at his outstretched hand but didn’t shake it. Instead, she went for the door with her hands while still looking him in the eye. “But I only need you to verify your info with the old man.”

Bobbi heaved a sigh as she turned around and left the car, shaking her head as she stood outside, hands on her hips. Despite not knowing the old man’s face or name or basically anything about them, she tried looking for anyone who could fit the bill, desperate to verify the information about the ghost ships. All she could do at the moment was wait for Sam, sadly, but in her head, she was already thinking of ways on how to approach the old man. She hoped he would give the information freely, not wanting to escalate the situation further, especially since she considered it unnecessary.

“Okay then,” Sam made a face to himself, feeling a little offended by her dismissal of his loyalty, though he tried his best to swallow any and all negative feelings brought about by that interaction. Maybe, he finally realized, this was why she had not returned any of his calls or messages. He was just a tool for her. Ouch. Heaving a sigh, Sam followed Bobbi out of his car and locked the vehicle to keep its insides safe from squirrels and thieves. He didn’t have anything valuable inside it, but what’s the harm in being safe. “He should be around here…somewhere.”

Sam led Bobbi to the specific area of the park where he had encountered the old man from before, as quietly as possible and without turning to her. He didn’t want her to blow up on him again, and more importantly, risk himself feeling terrible because of whatever she had to say to keep him at a distance. He thought they had a great time together all those nights ago, but maybe it was just him.

Fortunately for Sam, he didn’t have to dwell on those feelings for far too long as the same old man came to view, a little startled by the excited politician who skipped towards him. “There you are, Mister Drake! Remember me? Remember how you told me about those ghost ships? Can you tell me more about them?”

Bobbi intentionally ignored the awkward silence that shrouded the two of them as they made their way from Sam’s car to another place in the park. She kept her wits about her as she looked around, scowling while trying to find someone she didn’t even know. In her head, Bobbi would be able to find the old man as easily as she could a wealthy mark. She was a supernatural hunter, after all, even though that was mostly at sea and it felt like a different life altogether. Still, her determination could not be denied, even though her efforts were easily foiled by her lack of information.

Before she could take it out on Sam again, however, the politician came through. Bobbi’s face lit up when Sam took flight toward an old man, flocking to them like a seagull on a fish out of water. They exchanged pleasantries, which she viewed as a complete waste of time, considering they should have known each other already and she really was just there to verify the elderly’s information. Sam seemed insistent on wasting her time, and Bobbi did not appreciate that. Still, she waited patiently for them to wrap things up, as if she had a choice.

Every now and then, while Sam continued talking with the old man, he’d turn to Bobbi, which the old man easily picked up on. When Sam noticed this, however, he tried to stop the old man by placing a hand on his back and gently drawing his attention elsewhere, so they’d both end up with their backs to her. Sam thought this was a good thing, considering Bobbi might not have wanted the extra attention, especially because she seemed too focused on getting that information, more like verifying it really.

Once he got what he needed, however, Sam returned to Bobbi, walking toward her with a sigh after waving his goodbye at the old man. He couldn’t look her in the eye, still a little offended at what had earlier transpired between them. Sam was a good soldier, though. If anything, he tried to be as reliable as possible for the people he cared about, maybe even more than he did himself. “Okay, so the old man said that he saw the ships moving east at the beach. I think that would be around where we first met, right? That cave with the wet zombie?”

Bobbi squinted at Sam but immediately looked away, focusing her attention elsewhere, mostly on the ground, just so she wouldn’t be distracted by his current awkwardness. Was he talking about the Cave of Voices? Bobbi knew that was the case but doubted it for a moment, hoping to get something bigger, better, of a location than the same cave she’s seen so many times. Then again, what better place to hide stolen treasure than somewhere most people discard as nothing special. Or something dangerous.

“I see,” Bobbi heaved a sigh before starting to walk away from him, fumbling for her phone in her pocket. She was already dialing John’s number, so he could pick him up and they could deal with this on their own, or mostly she on her own, before she could thank and bid farewell to the politician who got her the verified information. Well, as verified of an information as she could get from Sam anyway. “Thanks, Sam. I’ll take it from here.”

If Sam’s heart had not been broken before, it was definitely broken now. While he had no delusions about being able to fight on Bobbi’s level, especially after he saw her fighting that wet zombie off way back when they first met in that cave, he still had hope that she would retain his services, rather his assistance, with whatever was going on with her. Sam had a gun and he learned new tricks while in South Korea helping Yoo-ara with that whole bulgasal thing. He could definitely help her. Worst case scenario? Bobbi could use his corpse as a shield.

“You sure?” Sam looked her in the eye this time but wearing those sad puppy dog eyes unintentionally. It was simply a reflection of what he was feeling right then and there, not an actual tactic to have her pity him and bring him on her team of Avengers or whatever. Then again, maybe it was a tactic by his subconscious. Hard to tell these days, what with his father’s ghost still haunting him and all the weirdness in town taken up to a nine. “I could still help.”

As Sam tried to continue getting Bobbi’s attention, she herself was struggling with contacting John. His line seemed to be very busy, which only served to frustrate her. Holding a hand up to keep Sam off her case, she continued to be met with failure after failure. It seemed that John wouldn’t be able to pick her up from that place, so when she caught another glimpse of Sam, she realized he still served a purpose to her. Unfortunately. “All right, Sam,” Bobbi heaved a sigh. “Can you drive me home then?”

Bobbi, however, did not consider anything else after that. Once she was back on her houseboat, she would then bid Sam farewell. He had been useful, sure, but she wasn’t quite sure he’d be useful enough to help her with what was to come next. He did save me from that wet zombie that one time. But would he be able to survive more of them without becoming just another additional thing for her to worry about? If I won’t bring my crew, the people I trust the most, then I can’t bring Sam, son of my worst enemy. It was what it was.

Sam lit up when Bobbi asked for his help. Here we go, he thought to himself, beaming with pride. Sir Sam the Brown Knight to the rescue! If he had said all that out loud, he would immediately realize how problematic that imagery was. Probably. But he didn’t, and instead, Sam played the gentleman, rushing to open the door of his car once again, so that Bobbi can enter and he can drive her back to her home, her houseboat, as per her request. If he was lucky, he’d probably get round two of that sultry night between the two of them. Hehehe.

Sam drove quickly, mostly because of that last thought. He was smitten by Bobbi, though that wasn’t much, considering Sam was lonely and alone, and he was easily smitten by anyone who’d give him the second of their day. Regardless of that creepy imagery, however, Sam would definitely give his life for her. That’s not saying he’s a good. That’s just saying he’s a dumb piece of shit. Love, or at least attraction, makes a lonely man do weird things. Once they were at her houseboat, he grinned from ear to ear, turning to her with that same grin, excited at what happens next. “Now what? Should we, uhm, warm ourselves first before we tackle whatever it is you want tackled?” Hehehe.

“Sam,” Bobbi spoke his name after he asked his stupid questions. The sigh that came out of her mouth was like cherry on top, except only because it provided the same punctuation a cherry would over every dessert it topped. Bobbi wasn’t feeling like having a dessert at the moment. She was barely feeling anything at all. Well, except for the impending doom that came at the realization that the Lost Fleet might be close by at the same time the town’s end also seemed imminent. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before quickly leaving his car, saying her goodbye through the window. “Thank you, but I need to face this thing alone. On my own.”

It was like talking to a little boy who mistook her for his mom. Or a teenage boy who mistook her for a romanticized version of herself. Whatever happened between them that one night before, it was special, even though Bobbi would never admit that. But it was nothing more than a memory now, an event in the past that they both needed to move past to survive what happens next. Bobbi still needed to deal with the Fleet. Maybe she can even get her ship back before everything went to shit. Maybe. “Take care of yourself. I mean that.”

And then she left him, walking back to her boat, her home, with warring thoughts of risking everything to get back her past or to leave before she could waste not just her future but her crew. What was a captain to do?

#wickedswriting #para #snitches and stitches #sam jackson

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Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 14x13 Lebanon

“Wow we jumped right into that. Shit we gotta go one layer deeper” “Isn’t Sam always the careful one? He’s going to let his inner thoughts win?” “the fuck?” “is this some ghostfacers shit? They’re done though” “Is Jack dead?” “Is she gong to steal the car?” “did he fkn leave the keys in it or what?” “creepy as fuck” “the fuck?” “that’s the helluva a creepy ass nod” “I mean sure why not” “how many of them die before the end of the episode?” “that’s not a big enough box to squeeze through” “where’s the icicle at? There we go” “they’ve got a few good jumps in here. It’s reminiscent of earlier seasons” “it’s been a while since we covered that one” “good luck spinning that one” “surprise bitch” laughter

“Didn’t the world almost end like twice over and they haven’t lost their minds yet?” “it’s gong to be some other weird shit” “oh fuck that” “ugh fuck” laughter

“Don’t bother mentioned that before in the show” “is Bobby right around the corner? Never mind. I would have ruined the moment” “what’s he mad at? It’s not like he could control his desire.” “2nd time in one season? Huh” “how many times are you going to swallow sam? In on scene?” “how much saliva do you need to ternate to swallow that often? Man must hydrate” “don’t make him smoke out before they have dinner. Jesus” “are they going to talk John out on a hunt?” “only 100K dollars? That’s one helluva a car outside” “look like fkn Steve Jobs” “feel like that is something Sam would say though” “they should explore this in more than one episode. It’d be interesting” “We haven’t seen that fucker in a while” “what the hell” “that was good delivery” “that’s unfortunate” “if it’s time correcting itself, there’s only one Cas so you can’t kill him” “raspberries’ “maybe start running” “what else does it unwind? Wouldn’t the current timeline they’re in be altered by the pearl? Then the timeline they’re in wouldn’t exist?” “John is still an asshole” “what a shit ass dinner. Fkn talk already” “isn’t the wine a little out of character for them? It’s weird. They do have other shit on the table, but why have both?” “I mean if you could smash the pearl at any moment, why not ride the wave a little longer? But it doesn’t supersede that you don’t know what timeline you’re getting back to” “old my ass” “that’s a lot of eye drops man” “wouldn’t he crush it with the pestle?” “I feel like in about…she’s going to need to go on a vacation here pretty soon” “ok” “fkn fun explaining that one.” “Different license plate this time” “oh is he back in heaven or whatever? I guess?” “Didn’t he make a deal so wouldn’t he be in hell? I can never keep that shit straight’

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural rewatch #supernatural #supernatural s14

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TFATWS EPISODE 4 SPOILERS Pairing: Helmut Zemo x f!reader Summary: Y/n was dragged along Sam and Bucky’s “Zemo mission” by Bucky. She’s a mutant herself, an empath to be exact. After the blip, Bucky became her new neighbor. They became good friends, and got to know each other, and he offered to teach her self defense. When he asked for her help, she never knew she’d catch feelings for a criminal. Warnings: Language, angst, soft!zemo, fluff, and h*nd h*lding Word count: 2.3k+ A/N: I know I know I posted a screenshot of this days ago but I’ve been really busy at the barn lately and I always have to go to bed before midnight and I’m typically busy until 8pm so I’ve been really meaning to finish this!! AO3 link (not my gif)

The new plan was for Sam to try and talk to Karli. Of course, Y/n didn’t expect Zemo to actually go through with that. Zemo called Karli a supremacist, which just about earned him a punch across the nose from her, but she held herself back - more like Bucky caught what she was about to do and he grabbed her by the elbow to drag her away like a child.

Y/n wore gloves nearly all the time, in all weather. With her empathic powers, and no one to guide her with them, she didn’t know how to control them or contain them, so she resulted in wearing gloves instead. Sure, it sucked when summer came, but in her mind it was worth it in the end.

Of course, John Walker himself had to butt in. The four of them (Sam, Bucky, Zemo, and Y/n) were on their way to Donya’s funeral, and low and behold John Walker’s been tracking them down. “Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit.”

“Ah great - How’d you find us now?” Bucky immediately spoke up when they rounded the corner to fully see John and Lemar.

“Come on, man, you really think two avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?” Started Lemar, but then John butted in. “No more keeping us in the dark. You could start by telling us why you broke him out of prison.”

“Technically speaking, he did that himself-” Y/n started, but John cut her off.

“And who the hell is she?” He turned, looking at Sam and Bucky while jabbing a thumb in her direction.

“She can very well speak for herself, off-brand Captain America.” She said with her arms going over her chest. She couldn’t stand the guy already. Her and Bucky were together to watch his little football game thing, and she could practically see the steam coming out of Bucky’s ears. She could feel the anger, too. “I’m simply an acquaintance helping my friends, none of your concern.”

“None of my-” “Yes, none of your business. I know where Karli is.” Zemo interrupted him, starting to push past John, but he stopped him. “Well where?” Sam spoke up for Zemo, “All we know is, it’s a memorial, so we’re gonna intercept her there.” Lemar said something about being careful due to civilians, but Zemo, Y/n, and Bucky were already starting to walk off.

John tried explaining his quote on quote plan and that of course led to bickering between him, Sam, and Lemar. All Y/n could do was roll her eyes and earned a small chuckle from Zemo beside her. “What?” “Oh, nothing, it is just entertaining is all.” “What? Me getting frustrated or them bickering like children?” Zemo paused. “Both.”

John, yet again, tried stopping them, and having already been around their bickering, Y/n was getting fed up. This time, it was Zemo who held her back. He gently wrapped his hand around her elbow before she could speak up, and she reluctantly listened to him, letting the rest of them deal with his bullshit.

“I’ll deal with you later.” John pointed at Zemo. “Yeah, sure you will.” She mumbled, and before John could snap back, Zemo spoke up. “My associate is just up ahead.” And with that, they were finally moving again. Y/n figured there would be a trick or two up Zemo’s sleeve, but using a child to show him to the funeral was the last thing she expected him to do. As he gave her the money, she couldn’t help but smile a little. It was nice to see a man that looked extremely closed-off do something good. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

Before Zemo could even speak, John cuffed him to a piece of machinery. “You’ve got ten minutes, then we’re doing things my way.” He told Sam over his shoulder after cuffing Zemo.

“Aggressive. But I get it.” In all honesty, Y/n wasn’t against this. More often than not her gut feelings were correct, and she certainly had a gut feeling that Zemo was going to do something either stupid or bad within the next hour or so.

Y/n sat down beside Lemar, bringing one knee up to her chest and letting her other leg hang off the edge of this machinery. She didn’t hate Lemar the way she hated John. Lemar seemed to have a good heart, one that was set in the right way and that wouldn’t change no matter what. He wasn’t like his associate, and Y/n could feel it. John had an aggressive and arrogant type of energy, meanwhile Lemar had a passionate and determined energy. There wasn’t a dangerous edge to the man.

The entire ten minutes - well, at this point it hadn’t even been eight let alone ten -, John paced nonstop and was driving her and Bucky insane. Her and Bucky seemed to make eye contact out of frustration nearly every time John would pace. And Zemo just stood with a grimace on his face the entire time. “Do you ever stop?” She finally said. “Stop what?” “Trying so fucking hard to be the hero of every situation.” “Excuse me?” That seemed to irritate him because he stopped pacing and came up to her, barely leaving much space between them.

“Y/n.” Bucky spoke, his tone a warning. “Leave it be.”

“No, I’m not going to leave it be. Not when I can’t hear my own thoughts over this guy making a trench in the concrete.” She sat up as she defended herself, not even bothering to look up at John when she talked to Bucky. “You try so hard to be the good guy. You have this mindset that you’re in control of everything just because you gave yourself the label Captain America. You think just because you’ve been labeled as Captain America, you can just go about bossing everyone around. You’re a spitting image of your average American, however.” With that, she got to her feet. She was smaller than him, but that didn’t stop her from continuing. “You’re a rich white man with beautiful blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, but you think because you’re a rich white man that you can control everything. You’re one spitting image of the American Government: Fucked up and corrupt.”

You could hear a pin drop. It was so silent. Y/n could feel the pure anger in John begin to bubble up, and right when she thought he was going to hit her, all he said was “I’m going in.” She was left standing there as Lemar jogged after John, just her and Zemo being the only ones left in the room.

“That was… Impressive.” Zemo ended up speaking first. Y/n snapped her head over at him, and there were tears welling up in her eyes. She didn’t normally get like this. The energy in the room was tense and her emotions got caught in the tension. “It wasn’t.” She mumbled, a sniffle following her words as she made her way over to Zemo. “I don’t exactly trust you but,” She pulled a bobby pin out of her hair. “This is a bit much.” It took her a second, but she was able to unlock the handcuffs.

Zemo seemed to stare at the cuffs for a moment while he rubbed his wrist, his eyes meeting her own. “Thank you.” “It’s nothing. Just go do your thing and I’ll be your babysitter.”

The large metal door slammed before Y/n could follow Zemo into the boiling room, and she heard him shove things in front of the door. “Zemo?” Silence. “Zemo what the fuck, let me in!” She shoved her shoulder against the door, but it didn’t budge. “It’s for your own safety.” She scoffed. “My safety? You better be worried about your own safety if I get my fucking hands on you after this, open the door.” She heard his footsteps retreating and she slammed her fist against the door out of anger, probably bruising her hand in the process because god that hurt.

Gunshots went off. She didn’t want to leave the spot in fear of getting lost, and within minutes Bucky was jogging down the hallway. “Zemo locked me out and I just heard gunshots-” Before she could continue, bucky managed to get the door open by kicking it, then he just had to push it open. By the time they got in the room, Lemar entered from across the room and upon looking down, Zemo’s unconscious body was in the center of the room while John stood some feet away from him. “What the hell happened-?” Y/n breathed out, running down the stairs and dropping to her knees by Zemo’s body, her fingers instantly going to his pulse beneath his jaw. There was a very obvious pulse, but she was still shaken up.

Why was she shaken up? He was a bad man. He was a criminal. He used Bucky to destroy people’s lives. He was supposed to be her enemy, so why was she worried about whether or not he had a pulse?

“Karli got him.” John came up behind her, but she stood up immediately. “Would you just back the fuck off? You don’t need to butt in on everything or be involved in everything. Get it through your stupid fucking helmet to your brain.” He started talking but she turned around and got back to Zemo’s side. She lightly hit his cheek with her gloved hand, and when he didn’t budge for a moment, she muttered a sorry before slapping him. That seemed to wake him up. His head lifted off the concrete, and his eyes fluttered open to meet her own.

“Oh, good, you’re alive. Let’s go back to your home now. Bucky?” She looked up at him, a soft pleading look in her eyes that said help. Reluctantly, he wandered over and helped her get Zemo to his feet.

Bucky and Sam had left to find somewhere for food, and left Y/n alone with Zemo in his home. She didn’t mind, if anything it was her suggestion. While the pair left the building, she guided him to his couch. He originally sat up but she put a hand on his chest and gently put pressure on his chest to ease him into a lying position. “I’ll get you some ice.” She quietly said, making her way to the kitchen.

“A cold cloth, please. Not a fan of ice over my eyes.” Zemo managed to speak up, his voice drifting to the kitchen. “As long as you’re sure.” She answered, grabbing a washcloth from one of the many drawers of his kitchen.

Quietly, Y/n stepped into the living room. “Lift your head.” She ordered. “Feisty.” Was his response. She rolled her eyes and sat where he had lifted his head. “Lay back.” She ordered again. Reluctantly, he lowered the back of his head onto her lap. “Close your eyes.” “I like the sound of that.” He muttered, his lips forming into a smirk. “Keep it up and I’ll make your headache ten times worse.” She quipped, gently laying the cloth over his closed eyes. “Now open your hand for a glass.” And she gently placed a shot glass of one of his strongest alcohols in his hand. “Do you want any pain meds or anything?” She asked, looking down at him. “Your touch would be enough, mein liebling.” His voice was quiet.

Of course, Y/n wore gloves solely to not have any physical contact with anyone. She feared feeling others’ emotions, seeing as she didn’t have a clue of how to control them. She’d told Zemo that she just had sensitive skin to certain material, which she figured he didn’t buy it, but he never said anything else.

With hesitation, she removed her gloves and placed them on the coffee table to her left. “Alright.” She spoke, her voice barely above a whisper as she reached for his right hand with her own. When she placed her hand in his, she felt him flinch. “You didn’t have to take your gloves off if you didn’t want to-” She cut him off. “It’s okay, Zemo.” “Helmut.” “Pardon?” “Call me Helmut. It’s my first name. Zemo isn’t my first.” Her brows raised in surprise, but she nodded.

Within moments of her slipping her hand in his, he intertwined his fingers with her own. A soft shade of pink settled onto her cheeks, and she was thankful that he couldn’t see her.

Surprisingly, she didn’t feel anything she’d feared when she touched his skin. She could feel faint pain and sadness from the past, but she also felt kindness. “You have a kind heart, you know. You put on a stone cold expression, but you’re kind.. I can feel it.”

With that, he placed his glass on the table and very quickly removed the cloth from his eyes, even though it hurt him to move his head too much. “I knew it.” She looked at him, a brow raised to toy with him. “Knew what?” “You’re an empath.” There it was. She knew he knew. “I am.”

“Am I… Hurting you?” Her heart nearly exploded at how soft his voice was. Very quickly, she shook her head. “No, no you’re not. I promise.” She smiled down at him and her eyes softened when she saw that look on his face. He was like a completely different person. He was touch starved. It was clearer than a crystal.

“Rest, Helmut… You need it.” She whispered, leaning over to gently press a kiss to his now cold forehead.

“You don’t need to tell me twice when you’re lulling me to sleep.” He snuck a smirk in before she laughed softly and covered his eyes with the cloth once more.

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hi! zero obligation to answer this ask but I’m an old school SPN fan (went to a convention in 2013 and everything lol) who stopped watching in season 9 & hasn’t seen a full episode past that point. I’m wondering if you could recommend any episodes from season 9-15 that you think are essential viewing for the Sam x Dean relationship? I know episodes like Red Meat and Baby are popular but any others you can think of would be amazing!

hi anon! sorry this took a while, i was compiling the list, and then halfway through my app crapped out and i had to do it all over again. thanks, tumblr :')

anyway, here is the comprehensive list of my personal fav samdean episodes! i'll be putting most of it under a cut, since it's kinda long, and i'll add a samdean factor (sdf) rating out of ten at the end of each episode summary.

here goes!

season 9

actually my least favorite season, but it does have a couple good episodes

9.05 dog dean afternoon – dean becomes a dog. sort of. yeah. humorous motw (monster of the week) episode with some hurt!sam and some good face-caressing action from dean. sdf 7/10.

9.07 bad boys – motw, has flashbacks to teenage dean. some retconning about john that might bother you if you're a john fan. overall a good episode, with a moment at the end showing just how much sam means to dean. sdf 6.5/10.

9.13 the purge – boys go undercover at a spa. also the episode that introduces donna. motw, lots of humorous moments, including the classic sam and dean being confused for a couple thing. also, sam doing yoga. the boys do have an argument at the end though, for plot-related reasons. sdf 7.5/10.

9.23 do you believe in miracles – overall kind of a boring episode, but has a samdean moment at the end when dean decides to take a temporary vacation from the mortal plane. you could just watch that on youtube though, with the keywords "i'm proud of us." i wouldn't say it's worth putting yourself through the entire episode. up to you entirely. sdf 5/10.

season 10

10.03 soul survivor – actually one of my favorite episodes. not top 5 or anything but it's up there. demon dean chases sam around the bunker a lot, he was nice and scary, and the suspense was fun. references to married samdean at the end. sdf 7.5/10.

10.05 fan fiction – basically a love letter to the fans. motw at a high school play based on the supernatural books. lots of brother moments, by proxy and in actuality. the show pokes fun at itself in a light-hearted way. the samulet is brought up. good stuff. sdf 8.5/10.

10.06 ask jeeves – one of my absolute favorite episodes to rewatch. motw, classic locked-room mystery except in a house. sam and dean stuck with rich pretentious WASPs. sam versus cougars. the phrase "homosexual murderers." overall a very good episode. sdf 8.5/10.

10.12 about a boy – motw, deaged!dean shenanigans. sam gets to be the big brother for once. lots of banter. a cute scene with dean telling stories of his and sam's childhood. a fun episode to watch. sdf 7.5/10.

10.14 the executioner's song – oh man, what an episode. plot-related. dean versus cain, excellent fight scene, even better emotional samdean moment later. it's a short moment so you could just youtube it if you wanted, but overall i would recommend this episode. sdf 8/10.

10.19 the werther project – motw with some plot-related stuff. warning for suicide. really good episode, though intense. good samdean moments at the end, including hurt!sam and dean stroking his hair. sdf 9/10.

10.23 brother's keeper – season finale. suspenseful episode, i liked it. watch for the sam versus dean fight, and death's scenes. the brother moment pay-off is SO GOOD. in my opinion this is where spn started getting good again. sdf 9.5/10.

season 11

aka my favorite season

11.04 baby – easily my top 10, if not my top 5. motw told from the impala's perspective. so many brother moments, and improvements on their relationship like open communication etc. really brilliant. don't miss this one. sdf 10/10.

11.05 thin lizzie – fun episode until the axe murders start. sam and his thing for serial killers, dean indulging him. the implication of bed-sharing. banter and fun. good stuff. sdf 8.5/10.

11.08 just my imagination – motw episode, super cute moments. sam getting affirmation that he's a hero. flashbacks to younger sam and dean. dean being jealous of someone else being protective of sam. lots of humorous moments. sdf 9/10.

11.10 the devil in the details – plot episode. watch mainly for sam standing up to lucifer, and dean protecting him. excellent excellent moments. warning: you might feel rage by the end of it due to a certain angel's bad decisions. sdf 9.5/10.

11.11 into the mystic – motw at a senior home. eileen is introduced. sam accidentally says fuck in asl. good episode. broment with sam thinking about his and dean's future. sdf 8/10.

11.16 safe house – amazing episode. motw. the boys work a case worked by bobby and rufus in the past. excellent transitions between present and past, bobby and rufus banter, and dean reaffirming that sam is a part of his soul. sdf 9/10.

11.17 red meat – do i need to say any more. possibly my favorite episode of ALL TIME. motw. hurt!sam, reckless!suicidal!dean. straight up romeo and juliet parallels. badass sam. the boys being compared to a married couple. the classic spn vibe is [chef's kiss] sdf 15/10.

11.19 the chitters – motw episode featuring two of my favorite one-off characters. more classic spn vibes, specifically wendigo (monsters in the woods). more of dean comparing him and sam to a married couple. the usual. sdf 8.5/10.

11.20 don't call me shurley – the show could have ended at this episode and it would have been perfect. more classic spn vibes, with a case in a small town. more sam and dean moments than you know what to do with. soft touches and reaffirming their love and obsession with each other. a long-standing theory confirmed. and of course, one of the most important objects in their personal history. sdf 13/10.

season 12

also one of my favorite seasons

12.01 keep calm and carry on – no bro interaction in this one, but you might enjoy it if you like hurt!sam and feral!protective!dean. also, dean talking mary's ear off about sam. sdf 7/10.

12.04 american nightmare – motw with one of my favorite one-off characters again. sam's past is revisited. brothers have some nice moments of banter, but it's mostly sam-centric. sdf 6.5/10.

12.06 celebrating the life of asa fox – motw in which dean literally forgets his mother's existence because a door comes in between him and sam. great episode. another locked-room mystery in a house; the brothers attend the wake of a famous hunter and run into other hunters who see them as legends (also what inspired my url lol). trouble happens. sdf 8.5/10.

12.09 first blood – separation anxiety leads them to make a stupid deal in order to break out of a maximum security facility and see each other again. separation described as "worse than hell." unironically. badass winchesters. underrated episode, one of my favorites. i rewatch it a lot actually. sdf 9/10.

12.11 regarding dean – motw. a curse causes dean to start losing his memory. he begins forgetting everything, including sam. angst and brother moments ensue. rowena is there. good stuff. sdf 8.5/10.

12.20 twigs and twines and tasha banes – the witch twins return! good motw episode with interesting characters, paralleled with the boys. wish we'd gotten a banes twin spin-off or at least more episodes with them. sdf 7.5/10.

12.22 who we are – sam and dean getting themselves out of a death trap. dean finally gets to use his rocket launcher. the words "hey lunatic" are said in the way most people say "i love you." bro hug. dean is proud of his badass little brother. ass is kicked. the brothers do separate midway through the episode but the broments more than make up for it. dean stands up to mary for everything she did to her boys with her choices – especially sam. extremely emotional episode, sdf 10/10 would recommend.

season 13

13.11 breakdown – motw. dean takes a visibly depressed sam on a hunt to help donna out. some epic hurt!sam ensues. brother moment at the end where they talk about sam's depression. sdf 7.5/10.

13.12 various and sundry villains – humorous motw episode. dean gets put under a spell by a witch and is convinced she's his soulmate. sam, his actual soulmate, is not amused. wrestling and shenanigans ensue. rowena is there, as she usually is when witchy shenanigans are going down. she and sam talk about their lucifer-related trauma. good episode overall. sdf 8.5/10.

13.15 a most holy man – motw (sort of) where the boys hunt down a skull, knock the fuck out of a priest, and engage in general shenanigans. humorous broments scattered throughout the episode. jealous!dean makes an appearance. sdf 8.5/10.

13.17 the thing – motw. sam gets kidnapped, dean loses his shit. lovers are separated across an interdimensional rift, while dean debates whether it's safe to take sam across another interdimensional rift. parallels between the brothers and a pair of lovers? yep. must be another day ending in y. sdf 9/10.

13.19 funeralia – wonderful, wonderful episode. rowena and billie are BRILLIANT. dean freaks out again because he's separated from sam. important revelation about sam and rowena at the end. sdf 8.5/10.

13.21 beat the devil – sam and dean go to the alternative universe to save mary and jack. BAD SHIT happens to sam and dean can't help him at all, leading him to go literally mute with grief. so. many. emotions. no one matters to these boys as much as each other and this episode is testament to that. sdf 10/10.

13.22 exodus – HUG. BROTHER MOMENT. BADASS BOYS. SAM BEING A LEADER. GOOD STUFF ALL AROUND. sdf 9/10.

13.23 let the good times roll – dean and sam get separated again thanks to lucifer and dean makes an impulsive decision for sam's sake. the world's silliest angel fight ensues. beautiful moment at the end that unfortunately doesn't last. sdf 9.5/10.

season 14

14.04 mint condition – halloween motw episode. nice homage to slasher flicks, plus sam and dean being cute in their insurance guy outfits. broment in the beginning AND end of episode. dean calls sam pretty a lot. one of my fav episodes to rewatch. sdf 9.5/10.

14.08 byzantium – nice angsty episode. sam grieves jack when he, in true winchester style, takes a temporary vacation from the mortal plane. he and dean (and cas) fight to get their kid back. a good ep if you like sam angst and dean worrying about him. sdf 7.5/10.

14.11 damaged goods – another angsty episode. dean resorts to desperate measures to deal with his annoying skull roommate issue. sam is not happy about it but reluctantly goes along. featuring the hug-from-behind that's become legendary in gifs, and dean saying Those Three Words along with other things that indicate that sam is the most important person in his life. sdf 9/10.

14.12 prophet and loss – the boys go to help donatello who's in a coma. sam is angsting over dean's decision from the previous episode. dean is angsting over sam's angst. castiel is just kinda there. then sam has a breakdown which short-circuits dean's brain and resets it back to common sense. brohugs and tears ensue. one of my favorite hugs mostly due to how Baby Brother sam is in it. sdf 10/10.

14.13 lebanon – DO NOT SKIP THIS. lots of cute moments showing sam and dean's life in their town, plus. john winchester. SO MANY BROMENTS. literally all they do is talk about how much they love each other. they get closure from john. lots of tears are shed. i will never be the same again. sam and dean are each other's endgame and i will go feral. sdf 14/10.

14.17 game night – an okay episode, though it has a great hurt!sam broment near the end. worth watching for that itself. dean takes care of his baby brother and i cry a little into my bowl of chips. sdf 8/10.

season 15

15.01 back and to the future – another okay episode. there's a nice scene where dean fixes up a bullet wound in sam's shoulder, but you could probably find that on youtube too. sdf 6/10.

15.04 atomic monsters – kinda a depressing episode even by spn standards, tbh. motw, again where dean takes a visibly depressed sam on a hunt. the hunt hits too close to home, sam's depression gets worse, and he talks to dean about it in the end of the episode. it was a good scene, was nice to see sam discuss his mental health and dean listening. sdf 8/10.

15.11 the gamblers – motw. the boys go to a bar in alaska to win back their luck from the goddess fortuna. some other plot stuff happens with castiel and jack but eh. the boys play pool and have some nice moments. also, snarky sammy! sdf 8/10.

15.14 last holiday – motw. the boys accidentally release a wood nymph named mrs. butters who looks after them in a creepy kinda grandmotherly fashion. they get to have birthdays! but of course she's not what she seems, etc. etc. some hurt!sam, a few cute brothers-and-jack-as-family moments. sdf 6.5/10 (some marks reduced due to unnecessary and nonsensical inclusion of saileen)

15.17 unity – plot episode, honestly just watch for the moment near the end where sam is able to talk dean out of his existential-crisis-induced mind-controlled state, breaking chuck's hold over him. it's a great moment, but like. i'd say go watch on youtube instead of watching the entire ep. sdf 7/10 due to the moment.

15.19 inherit the earth – the boys finally take back control of their own lives and destiny. the universe is back in order with a new deity. classic sam and dean versus cosmic entities, with nothing but each other and their sheer willpower. beautiful, beautiful ending. the show could have ended here and been perfect. sdf 10/10.

15.20 carry on – the episode that might finally land me in therapy. the series finale that made this entire 15-season ride so worth it. lovely motw episode, full of love and passion and heart, and a monologue from dean that will have you in tears. The Three Words are spoken. he calls sam his baby brother. hands are held and foreheads are touched. i was literally sobbing while watching this, and i never cry at tv shows or movies. even now when i think of this episode my heart feels heavy and full in the best of ways. the entire episode is a love letter to the pilot, to the boys, and to everyone who's stuck with them. it is the distilled essence of what made this show special. i still haven't been able to rewatch because of how emotional it makes me. sdf 34693/10.

well anon i hope this long list helped!!! enjoy your watch <3

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Request: Pyro/Reader--Fighting

Pyro x reader

Word Count: 1110

Request: @kyn-lyn-blog asked: Heyo may I request a john allerdyce x reader where they get into a huge fight (very angsty at first) and bother are ignoring the other and it turns into a who will give in and apologize first type thing but as it goes on it turns more and more into teasing and trying to get the other to break and goes from massive angst to playful. You can decide who gives in if any or if they just break code and make up. any time will do it doesn't matter (before he joins the BH or after ) thank you!!!

Power: Sharpshooting--the ability to shoot and always hit your target even around corners. Specific to guns. Range--one mile.

He was worried about your relationship; you could tell by the way you kept catching him looking at you with concern burning in those burning, brown eyes of his. Good. He deserved it after all the bullshit he’d put you through in the last couple weeks. How many times had he blown you off in favor of going to harass Bobby about his little crush on Rogue? Ever since she arrived at the manor, that girl had put about 17 wrenches in the way your little trio operated, and you’d tolerated it right up until the point that it started interfering with your actual relationship.

The nonsense had to stop.

And when you’d voiced that opinion to John, of course it’d blown up into a fight. You saying you just wanted your boyfriend back; him claiming that he never left and ‘surely you’re imagining it; I only cancelled like twice!’

Needless to say, you hadn’t talked to any of them in two weeks, and honestly, it was doing wonders for your stress levels.

“Sniper!” Storm called for your attention by shouting your codename. It was simple, honest about what your powers were in a way that others like Rogue weren’t. “You’re pairing up with Pyro.”

Of fucking course.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I don’t think that’s such a great idea professor,” Kitty commented. “I think they’re fighting right now.”

“Even better. We have to be able to work as a team even if we don’t necessarily get along. You’re objective will be to run the course and escort a ‘civilian’ without letting them get hurt. Iceman, you’ll be the civilian. No powers.”

“This’ll end well,” Piotr muttered.

“Odds she shoots them both?” That was someone in the back; you couldn’t place who.

“Too damn high.” And that was Wolverine.

It’d been an ordeal to get the professor to allow you to keep your weapons on you when they’d first dragged you here kicking and screaming. They’d argued that you should only have them in the training room, and you weren’t really keen on being defenseless without your power in a strange environment. Guns weren’t exactly something he was keen on having in his home, but you managed to wear him down after a particularly nasty screaming deathmatch with Scott. Finally, the argument that stuck was, “How can my guns be more dangerous than a kid who can sling fire from his hands??” Still, you weren’t likely to risk having them confiscated because you decided to go wild and shoot your classmates.

“Whatever,” you muttered, pulling one of the pistols from its place on your thigh. You had two others in holsters on you: the other thigh and under your arm. You figured you probably didn’t need more than the one, though. “Let’s get this shit show going.”

The computer’s voice sounded the countdown as the doors closed behind the three of you. “Three. Two. One. Simulation start.”

And everything promptly went to shit since apparently this was a doomsday scenario where the entirety of Manhattan Island was on fire around you. Good for John, bad for your visibility.

Quickly, you popped off a couple rounds at the robots that were set up on the roof to your left. “I’m gonna get a bird’s eye view. See if I can see the finish line.”

“Great, let’s go,” John replied, immediately moving to follow.

“Uh-uh. You stay down here and deal with him. I’m not dragging your asses across the rooftops.” Honestly, John would probably be fine given his life before the school, but there was no way Bobby would be able to keep up without his powers.

“That won’t be safe,” Bobby complained.

You shook your head. He may have been the usual leader to your little team, but not this time. “The firebug can cover you.” Fight or no, you didn’t resist the urge to give him a cheeky little wink before jogging into the nearest building.

Over the next several minutes, your plan to watch their backs from above worked brilliantly and you made quick progress towards the goal. Right up until a swarm of little buzzing robots made a beeline for you. There were too many for you to shoot even with your power; you just couldn’t pull the trigger fast enough. You were pinned with your back to the gravel roof.

Then suddenly the sky was alight above you.

As soon as it was safe, you whipped your head around to see the boys standing at the top of the stairwell about fifteen feet from you. “Well I hope you like looking at me without my eyebrows for a while,” you quipped breathlessly. The word ‘thanks’ was on the tip of your tongue, but you didn’t want to give your boyfriend the satisfaction.

“I mean, there are other things to look at than just your face,” John grinned.

“Oh, gross!” Bobby complained, walking towards the little flag on the next roof that marked the drop-off point.

“He gets like that when you remind him that other people can actually have sex with their girlfriends,” you jabbed while he was still in earshot.

Iceman’s only retort was to give you the finger over his shoulder.

“Speaking of sex . . .”

You rolled your eyes once more. “Really, Johnny? In the middle of a simulation? In the middle of a fight?”

He held his hands up in mock surrender. “Well, I was gonna apologize for the whole thing, but since you’re not interested . . .”

“John Allerdyce,” you growled.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. You were right; I shouldn’t have blown you off like that.” He smirked, pulling a little flame to him to have it dance between his fingers. “Besides, it’s so much more fun to fuck with him when you’re around.”

Snarling, you squeezed the trigger where your hand was loosely holding the gun at your side; the bullet lodged itself into the ground between his feet without you even having to aim. “Do this shit again, Johnny, and I’ll be making you dance.”

There was a lustful heat in his eyes as he stared into yours. He hadn’t even flinched at the shot; he knew you wouldn’t hurt him. “That’s kinda hot. Maybe I should piss you off more often.”

“Do it, firebug,” you challenged, annoyed despite the smirk pulling at your mouth, “and we’ll see just how good my aim really is.”

“Alright you two,” Wolverine called, breaking up the rather aggressive display of flirting, “break it up. You’re done here for the night.”

“First one to my room gets to dump water on Drake and Rogue from the second floor?” Pyro proposed.

“Only if we put ice in it.”

“You’re on!”

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Summary: No matter how many times they call, all they get is the answering machine.

Warnings: angst, cursing, fluff, dates might not be correct (deal with it)

Reader: Sister Winchester Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader, John Winchester x Daughter!reader, slight Bobby Singer x Daughter!reader

Word Count: 3,481

A/n: Y/n/n = Your nickname Y/d/n = Your daughters name

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