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officially-a-bee · 3 years

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"Are you sure we should be doing this, Jason?" Cristal asked nervously, glancing around. "I mean, it's really not good to mess with this stuff. . . especially not tonight."

Jason scoffed. "Nothing's gonna happen, Cris. It's just an old book. A game. We'll be fine."

"NoooOooOo, but Jase, Cristal's right!" whined Brandon in a sarcastic falsetto tone. "It's Halloween, and a blue moon, so obviously we can't do anything fun today or else we'll all kill each other!"

"Yeah, lighten up, Cris," said Emily, bumping Cristal's shoulder lightheartedly. "It's just a game. Let's have some fun with it!"

"Okay," said Cristal, still unconvinced. "If you guys say so."

Jason slapped the old, musty book sitting on the table in front of them. "Awesome! Let's see what this bad boy has to say!" He pulled it toward him and flipped open to a random page. "Ooooooh, demons! That sounds intriguing."

"Keep looking," Brandon urged, looking over his shoulder. "We should find something really freaky."

"You know it, bro." Jason kept flipping through, muttering various bizarre phrases under his breath. "Oh. Oh, this is it. Guys, I've found it. There's not many details, but whatever this is, is specifically only to be used for a night like tonight - Halloween, on a blue moon. It's perfect! We have to!"

"Um, what? How can we do some mysterious spell out of an old book from your dead grandma's attic if we don't even know what happens?" Cristal's face was white.

"It's okay, Cris," Emily tried to comfort her, but Brandon interrupted by bursting out into laughter.

"Oh, my God, Cristal! It's fake! It's all a joke! If you don't like it, you can leave! God, you're such a nerd!"

"Hey, shut up, Brandon!" Emily snapped. "It's not Cristal's fault if she's superstitious! Give her a break!"

"Thanks, Emily," Cristal muttered, staring at the tablecloth.

"No problem, babe." Emily patted her on the shoulder. "But really, it is a joke. No worse than saying "Bloody Mary" three times in front of a mirror. You don't have to play if it scares you, but nothing's gonna happen, I promise."

Cristal balled her fists and steeled her nerves. "No. I'm fine. You know what? I'll even do the spell. Give me that." She snatched the book from Jason, spinning it around as it slid across the table. "We need a metal bowl, and a bunch of herbs."

"Now we're talking!" Brandon rubbed his palms together. "My mom's got an herb garden, what do we need?"

Cristal listed them out, and Brandon grabbed his coat and dashed out the door for his quest.

"And we need blood. It doesn't say whose, but it should be enough to write down this incantation thing."

Jason, returning with the bowl, set it down on the table and shrugged. "We can use mine, I don't care. How much we need? I'll get a knife."

"I don't know. A bit. Probably not much."

"Whatever works," Jason said, barely audible from his kitchen.

"What can I do, Cristal?" Emily asked.

"Oh." Cristal looked back down at the book and saw that there wasn't much left to do after this. "Uh, you can get maybe a paintbrush and some paper? You're the best artist here, you can paint the words on, okay?"

"I have to paint in Jason's blood? Gross. It's probably filled with the bacteria of all the nasty stuff he eats off the cafeteria floor for money." Emily wrinkled her nose, but her eyes were playful.

Cristal grinned back. "Sorry. Try not to touch it, and you should be okay."

"Got it. I'm gonna have to burn that paintbrush when I'm done." Emily wrapped an arm around Cristal's shoulders. "Thanks for playing along, Cris. This is gonna be fun, I swear."

Cristal squeezed back. "But not for Jason."

"But not for Jason," Emily echoed. Then she let go, and wandered off to find the supplies.

Jason returned, smaller bowl and knife in hand, just as Emily got out of view. "Somebody say my name?"

"Yeah, Emily and I were just saying how not fun it's gonna be for you. Because of the blood," Cristal explained.

Jason shrugged. "It's no biggie. I bust up my knuckles worse than this on the punching bag every week."

"Your knuckles?" Cristal echoed curiously.

"Yeah, that's where I was gonna cut. Hurts less than my palm, y'know?"

"Fair enough."

He lifted the knife. "Should I do it now?"

"I don't see why not."

He lifted the knife, and Cristal turned away. She could manage demon rituals, but she wasn't a fan of blood. Just then, Emily returned with her supplies, setting them down on the table.

"Ugh, Jason, how deep did you cut? That thing is pouring."

"I dunno. Figured the more the merrier, y'know?"

"That's for people, not your own blood. I could have made do with half that and it's still going!"

"Hmmph. It is what it is."

"Let me get some bandages," said Cristal, standing up abruptly. She left for the bathroom to do exactly that, and when she returned, hands full of medical supplies, Brandon had come back as well, knees scuffed and dirty, with various muddy plants scattered across the table. Jason had a bloody paper towel wrapped around his knuckles, and the small bowl was half full with his blood. Cristal handed him the supplies, then glared at the mud-spattered herbs. "These need to be washed."

"On it," said Brandon enthusiastically.

"Should I start painting?" Emily asked.

"Sure!" Cristal picked the book back up and set it in front of Emily, pointing out the few phrases of Latin she had to copy. She read the instructions a bit further over Emily's shoulder, and upon seeing it required them to burn the bloodied paper alongside the herbs, left to get matches. When she got back, Emily was half done with the writing, and Brandon was using a ladle to crush the freshly-washed herbs in the bowl. She surveyed the sight and smiled a little to herself, if only because this was the first time she'd spurred any number of her friends into action. Her hands shook, though, and she stuck them in her pockets to hide it. There was no turning back now. They'd probably never talk to her again if she tried to back out.

"Done!" Emily announced, holding up her handiwork to show Cristal.

"Awesome, good job! Brandon, those look sufficiently shredded. I think it's time to start." She took the paper and book from Emily, setting the first in the bowl and the second open on the table in front of her. "Apparently I have to recite this, so hopefully my Latin pronunciation is okay."

Cristal read it slowly, rhythmically, in a quiet, monotone voice, making an effort to be dramatic. As soon as she was done, she struck three matches on the box and dropped them all into the bowl at once. It caught quickly - much faster than she anticipated - and burst up inches from her face. Seconds later, the contents of the bowl was nothing but ash, and all the lights went out.

A chill went down every one of their spines.

"I'll check the circuit breaker," Jason said, uncertainly.

"There's no need to do that!" Brandon shouted. "It was her! She's a witch! What did you do, Witch, I'll kill you!"

"Cristal isn't a witch, it was everyone's game!" Emily yelled desperately.

"I just did what the book said," Cristal whispered shakily.

"I still think you're a witch," Brandon snapped, "but whatever. I'll go check the breaker with Jason."

Just then, the church bells tolled midnight a block away.

"Wait a second." Jason said, sounding genuinely scared now. "Didn't that already happen earlier?"

"Yeah, it did. It was like 2 AM the last time I checked." Emily pulled out her phone, its glow lighting up her face. "That can't be right. This says it's midnight."

"What?" Cristal furrowed her brows.

Emily tilted her phone towards Cristal, and sure enough, the display read 12:01.

Brandon shoved her out of the way to see, and his face contorted. "No. I know it's later than that. I remember texting my mom about her herbs at like 1:45." He pulled out his own phone and unlocked it, and made a strangled noise when he saw what popped up. "They're gone. My texts. Like I never sent 'em at all. What did you do?" He turned his fury back towards Cristal, slamming her into the nearest wall.

"I don't know," Cristal squeaked. "I was just playing along. Like you guys. I did what the book told me to. I swear!"

He lurched back, and Emily shoved him away with a huff. "Leave Cristal alone, you bully. It's not her fault. I'm sure this is just a mistake."

"My phone says it's midnight, too," said Jason nervously. "I don't think just a mistake could change the time on all our phones. And even if it was about daylight savings time, that only goes back one hour, and they wouldn't ring the church bells twice for that."

"Or cut the lights out," Emily muttered.

"So what now?" Cristal asked.

"Circuit breakers. You two start calling parents to let them know." Brandon declared, then stalked out the door, Jason close on his heels.

Cristal brought out her own phone, and saw that it, too, now read 12:04. She swiped it open, then pulled up her mom's contact. It went right to voicemail when she dialed, so she backed out and tried her dad. Voicemail.

She got voicemail again from all three of her grandparents, as well as her older brother and both her aunts.

Heart in her throat, she lowered the phone and looked slowly over to Emily, whose face mirrored her own terror.

"Voicemail," they both whispered at once.

Emily, stirring out of their frozen terror first, took five strides to the front door and shook it - but the handle wouldn't move. Cristal darted across the kitchen and living room to the sliding back door. Also stuck.

Jason returned from the basement, shaking his head at Emily, the first person he saw. "It was like new. Everything was fine. But nothing did anything when I flipped the switches. I don't know what happened."

A high scream rang through the house, far too close, cutting off too quick with a gurgled cry.

All the blood drained from Jason and Emily's face, and they bolted through the kitchen and living room to see a tall, darkened figure standing with a knife. Jason turned on his phone to light up the scene, revealing a blood-spattered Brandon standing over Cristal's immobile form on the floor.

Brandon's hands shook, and he dropped the knife. "I told you. It's her fault. She's a witch."

"Did you kill her?" Emily said, with a freakishly calm demeanor.

"Yes," Brandon replied, seeming equally calm everywhere besides his hands, visibly trembling.

Jason swore.

"I'll kill you too, Brandon. With God as my witness I will kill you."

"Okay," Brandon said, "that's fair. But can we at least see if things go normally now? I just want to know if I was right. Then you can kill me. I don't care."

Emily stared him down, her face a perfect void of emotion. "Fine. You have two hours. Until 2 AM passes. Then you're a dead man. Give me that knife."

Brandon picked it up off the floor and passed it over wordlessly.

"Jason, go get some rope."

Jason's eyes flick back to life, and he walks out of the room, calm as anything, and certainly in shock. He knew this, but he didn't really know how to deal with it. Nor did he know how to deal with the fact that he'd just seen his best friend kill one of his other best friends. So he was just going to listen to Emily, because at least she knew what she was doing.

When he returned to her with the rope, she took it with steady hands and pointed to an armchair. "Sit."

Brandon obeyed, and she tied him tightly - hands together, then feet to the legs, then back to the back. She finished by shoving the remaining length of rope into his mouth and tying it around his head, effectively gagging him.

When she was done, she surveyed her handiwork and then looked to both of the boys. "Okay, listen to me. We are in a time loop, yes? I think that's clear enough from the disappearing texts and the church bells. So if 2 AM comes around, turning back into midnight like before, and Cristal gets back up, you walk too, and you leave her and everyone else alone. If she doesn't and things continue after 2 AM, you die. Is that clear?"

A few lonely thoughts occured to Jason. "What if it goes back to midnight and she doesn't wake up?"

"Then he dies. Whatever else happens, if Cristal stays dead, he's dead too. Very simple."

"But what if you get caught?"

"I cannot express to you, Jason, exactly how much I no longer care about that anymore. When we have signals again, you can call 911 and report me yourself if you like."

"I don't want to do that, Emily."

"Then don't. I'm not about to put the phone into your hands."

"Okay. So what now?"

"Now we wait for 2, or the bells."

"Okay."

Brandon made a muffled noise of affirmation, nodding.

"So it's agreed." Emily sat down on the sofa across from Brandon, not five feet away from Cristal's immobile body. "We wait."

Jason sat, too. No one said anything, but the time seemed to pass quickly. Soon enough, Emily lit up her phone again, and showed it to the room. "1:56 in the morning. It's almost over."

"Or all over again," Jason murmured.

The last two minutes dragged on. All three waited with bated breath. Just when Jason sat up to call the continued passing of time ---

Bing, bong, bing, bong.

They checked their phones - midnight again.

They looked to Cristal.

But she stayed still.

The room was motionless.

Until Emily stood and plunged the kitchen knife into Brandon's gut in a single smooth move.

He tensed up and struggled against his bonds, crying out soundlessly, but she twisted the knife and pulled it out. He went limp, blood pouring to the carpet.

Jason stared at Emily, openmouthed. "I didn't think you'd actually go through with it."

Emily spat at Brandon's still-twitching feet. "He killed Cristal."

"I - yeah." Jason didn't know what to say, so he sat silently again, staring at the expanding pool of blood. "What now?"

"I don't know," Emily admitted. She stepped gingerly over Cristal's body and tried the back door again. "Still stuck."

"Maybe it'll be different this time. Maybe time will keep going. Now that the one who did the spell and the one who killed her are both dead."

"I just said the doors are still stuck."

"Yeah, because we're still in the loop." He checked his phone. "I mean, 12:14 already happened twice now. But maybe when 2 comes back around, it'll keep going. We could leave. You should run."

"I don't know, Jason," said Emily. "We don't even know what that spell was about. And we all helped somehow. Your blood was in it."

"Then, maybe me dying will fix everything. But you did the least, you just painted it. I think if either of us has a chance of getting out, you do. But I also just have a feeling that this is the last one."

"I don't know," Emily repeated. "Let's check the book?"

"That's a good idea, but we don't understand Latin. Nothing on that page said anything about what the spell does."

"We have Google Translate."

"No signal."

"No, I've got data." She showed him her phone. "I just don't think we can contact anyone. It blocks us."

"Try it, then."

Emily pulled it up, and typed "hola" into the text box. "Hello" appeared next to it, so she turned it to show Jason. "See?"

"Oh. Cool. Let's go, then."

They went into the kitchen together, where Emily sat down and carefully typed in the phrase she'd copied earlier. As soon as she hit "enter", though, the phone turned hotter than fire in her palm. She dropped it and it fell to the ground, shattering on impact. She swore and stomped on it, but it was still burning-hot even to her socked foot, making her swear more. Jason watched her in concern, and grabbed her hand to check for damage.

"It doesn't even look burned," he muttered.

"It FEELS burned, JASON," Emily yelled, pushing him away.

"Sorry! Did you catch any translation before it fell?"

"Of course not! It didn't even show anything!"

"Jesus, okay, sorry."

Emily rubbed her unburned palm grumpily, then she flicked her eyes back to Jason. "So what time is it now?"

He checked his phone. "Almost 1:30."

Emily scrunched up her face. "These times are all messed up. Like, even more than usual. Me typing that shouldn't have taken more than fifteen minutes. It must be part of the spell."

Jason shrugged. "Yeah. Don't know what to do about it, though."

"Don't know what to do about any of this," Emily whispered.

"Hey." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders."We'll figure something out."

"Like what?" Emily demanded. "Live alone in this house forever, our only company the two corpses in the living room?"

"I don't know, Emily! It just seemed like the right thing to say!"

"Well, it was wrong. You shouldn't have said anything."

"I'm sorry! I was just trying to help."

"It didn't work! Just leave me alone!"

"Fine, I will!"

"Fine!"

Jason stomped out of the room and up the stairs.

Emily started to cry.

A few moments later, the bells tolled again, signaling midnight, and Emily cried harder.

Then, a muffled thud came from upstairs, and her heart stopped.

She kicked back her chair and took the stairs four at a time, ending at the room she knew to be Jason's. Throwing it open, she was forced to take in the one scene she dreaded the most: her last friend, lifeless on the floor. She screamed and pounded on his chest, begging him to get up, but it was too late. His faintly glowing phone beside them had just two things on its almost all black screen - the time, 1:53, and a single word: DIE.

Emily sat back and sobbed. She picked up the phone and threw it across the room; it hit a wall, fell to the floor, and broke with a terrible smash.

She had no idea how long it took to stop crying, but when she did, she looked up -

- and saw that the phone had shattered a window.

Her mouth fell open, and she shot across the room to stick her head out the window - and it went! She could get out!

Her arms followed, then her torso, and finally after tugging one leg after another through, she was free. Traumatized and criminalized, but free. She could run far away, until her only memories of her former friends were faded, but fond.

She shimmied down the roof until she was far enough to let herself drop, and then she took off running, fast as she could. There was a section of woods just by Jason's house, if she made it there maybe she'd be able to escape.

She could see it, she got to the treeline, she stumbled and fell but it was okay because she was under the cover of the trees -

- and then, far away, she heard the church bells chime.

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shirtlesssammy · 4 years

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2x17: Heart

In a swanky bar in San Francisco, co-workers are out enjoying good company and crazy drinks.

Maddie gets hit on by her boss, Nate, but is smart enough to see right through him. As she watches him walk away though, she sees a scruffy dude in the corner and becomes alarmed. He’s gone in an instant and Maddie takes off. She gets in her car and when she drives away, the scruffy man exits the shadows to watch her leave.

The next morning, Maddie is getting coffee ready in the office when she finds Nate completely shredded to pieces on his desk.

At the morgue, Detective Sam Winchester checks out the vic. Off the record, the coroner would say the guy was attacked by a wolf. Sam guesses correctly that he’s also missing his heart.

At the motel, Dean and Sam discuss the case and the string of unsolved deaths in the past year. This was the first man. All previous deaths were women, all prostitutes, all missing their hearts. Dean’s super pumped that they’re dealing with a werewolf. They haven’t seen one since they were kids (Sidenote: so in Bad Boys, Dean didn’t get those bruises from a werewolf...hmm, yep.) (Natasha: Oh noooooooo!) He’s also super pumped to put a silver bullet through its heart.

They head off to talk to Madison.

They show up at Madison’s place. She introduces them to her neighbor, Glenn. He’s a quiet, churchy dude who makes casseroles for traumatized neighbors.

He leaves and the brothers ask Madison more about Nate. They ask if he had any enemies. She admits that her ex-boyfriend, Kurt, thought there was something going on between Madison and Nate. He’s been stalking them. The brothers head out to visit Kurt.

Sam and Dean sneak into Kurt’s apartment. They don’t find anything suspicious in the first two seconds of searching, but they do hear a mysterious noise outside. Dean finds claw marks all the way down the side of the building.

Meanwhile, a copper is investigating a noise in the back alley when he’s attacked by the camera! He fires his gun. Sam and Dean run to the alley. They find the cop torn apart, dead.

They head back to Madison’s, believing she’s in danger of Kurt. She tells them about seeing him outside her building the night before. One of them will stay with Madison and the other will go check out where Kurt works. They both want to stay with Madison, so Sam plays dirty and insists they play a little Rock-Paper-Scissors. He knows he’s going to win. He always wins. Dean always plays scissors.

Sam’s an awkward bean hanging out with Madison though --and she knows it. Folding her intimate wear right in front of Sam is dirty pool. Dean checks in on a lead on Kurt and then busts Sam’s balls a bit before Sam hangs up.

Sam and Madison start watching TV. They bond over Madison’s cheesy soap. (Oh, man, in the world where Dean won the rochambeau game, he would have totally out geeked Madison on enjoying that soap.) Needless to say, Madison and Sam are cutie pies.

Sam asks Madison why she was with Kurt. She tells him that it was what it was, but she changed after she got mugged and decided to take control of her life. Sam’s impressed. He’s soooo cute. He finds her so interesting but he’s working a case and he’s a nervous bean around women and he’s not really had feeling or wanted to have feelings for someone since Jess and Madison is cute and flirty and likes books. It’s a lot. Interrupting Dean calls to let Sam know that Kurt’s been found.

Later, Madison lets Sam know she’s turning in for the night. Sam keeps it all professional and tells her that he’ll be here if she needs him. She gives him a lingering stare as she wanders into her bedroom. Sam stays up late watching TV.

Dean stakes out Kurt’s apartment. Something smashes the window to Kurt’s balcony and Dean heads to investigate. Inside he finds a very dead Kurt ---and a very werewolf-y Madison!! She attacks Dean and runs away.

The next morning, Dean calls Sam to tell him that the werewolf is Madison. Sam doesn’t believe it. She’s asleep in her bed. Dean tells him to look at her arm. He got her with his silver knife. Sure enough, she’s got a cut on her arm. She’s also confused as to why she is naked. She wants to know what’s happening, and where Sam’s going. Sam goes to the front door and locks it, and then says, “I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.” Ok, so that’s creepy, Sam. I guess she is a monster though?

Later that morning, Madison can’t believe she let this young, gun-wielding lad into her apartment solely on his word that he was a cop. She tries to convince Sam that monsters aren’t real but he shouts at her and won’t let her go. GOD this episode is disturbing on so many levels.

Enter Dean Winchester, who thanks her sarcastically for his head injury (that she doesn’t remember doing). Sam pulls him aside and they debate whether or not she’s killing on purpose or changing and suffering amnesia afterwards. Sam’s not ready to kill her if she isn’t aware that she’s a werewolf. And whoa guys, WHOA. I’m contrasting this with the episode we just recapped, Lucifer Rising, where Sam ganks the demon while the human vessel is in control. Brrr chills.

Sam thinks there may be a cure for Madison. Their dad had a theory that if you killed the sire, you could sever the bloodline and cure werewolves. Sam examines her bite injury, sustained during the recent mugging.

They learn that she was mugged around Hunter’s Point. Sam stays behind while Dean heads out to catch himself a werewolf! Sam tries to explain to Madison - who is openly weeping - that he’s only tied her up so he can help her. Y I K E S, Sam, that’s what they all say.

In the middle of the city, a wolf howls. In Madison’s apartment, her manicure gets ruined.

Madison hulks out and swats Sam down like he’s a bug.

Downtown, a woman gets attacked. Dean shoots the attacker full of several holes and the werewolf morphs back into mostly human. It’s the weird, religious neighbor who lives next to Madison. He apparently feeds off of sex workers but “turns” the cute girl next door. Gross.

Madison wakes up in a heavily clawed up room, still not remembering anything. Sam trapped her there overnight.

Dean relaxes in the car later and reflects on how Glen had no clue what he was doing when he was wolfed out. (Okay but...DIDN’T HE?) Dean catches the fact that Glen turned Madison instead of killing her and speculates that Glen was after a little “breeding action.” For fuck’s sake, Dean. I mean, you’re not WRONG, but I don’t appreciate the relish with which you talk about that.

Dean pushes Sam to try his luck with Madison, who they’re pretty sure is now cured. Speak of the devil, Madison knocks on the Impala window. “You know, for a stake-out, your car’s a bit conspicuous.” TRUTH. She invites them back upstairs.

Day passes into night, then heads into morning without Madison turning. It worked! Awesome. Dean makes excuses to leave. Sam apologizes for tying her to a chair. She apologizes for scratching his face. They kiss. Suddenly there’s a fire in the fireplace!

After eighty years of making out, we flash forward to a peaceful sleeping scene.

Shirtless Sammy Alert!

The moon rises again. I guess they had sex all day? Sam wakes up to Madison snarling, fully wolfed out. GURL after all-day marathon sex I’d be that hungry, too. She launches out of the window instead of taking advantage of tasty snak Sam Winchester.

Wherps.

Sam races for Dean. They toss theories around, like that she has to be asleep to turn. Boys, plz, we saw her wolf out while Sam had her tied to a chair. There’s no legend, no lore that can save her. Sam draws a direct parallel to his own demon-blood situation. Part of him is evil as well, but Dean will never kill him. Dean WILL kill Madison without pause, however.

Madison calls Sam from a pay phone. She shows the natural prowess from pre-smartphone days of memorizing phone numbers! She also tells Sam where she is. Sam calls her “Madi” and, friends, I am dead.

Back at her apartment, they recap the situation. Madison doesn’t remember anything. Dean tells her that there’s one tried and true way to solve a werewolf problem, and that’s at the business end of a gun. MAN, I cannot tell you how many times I fantasize that the end of this show will bring about a more humanitarian world for monsters.

Madison, in the heat of trauma, concludes that it’s time to die. She hands the gun to Sam and asks him to kill her. DUDE. Can we calm down, drink some hot chocolate, and revisit this?

“We can find a way. I’m gonna save you,” Sam says. Madison won’t have it though. She’s ready to die and she wants Sam to do it. (Once again, through our season 15 lens, I have to send two giant middle fingers straight to Chuck because DAMN this is such a lesson episode about how Dean’s gonna have to kill Sam.)

Sam’s an emotional wreck, but he takes the gun and kills her. UGH thanks for ripping out my HEART, show. (Also ISWYDT) The episode ends on a close-up of Dean. He single-man-tears Madison’s death, and flinches as the gun goes off.

These Quotes Go on When I Close My Eyes:

Maybe there’s some human hearts behind the Haagen-Daz or something

Dean, always with the scissors

I could keep feeling sorry for myself, or I could take control of my life. I chose the latter

What are you, the Dog Whisperer now?

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