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So I heard Robert Berens and Meredith Glynn are teaming up for 15.12. I have no spec at all about this ep. But thought it worth putting down here the history these two writers have with constructing Destiel. They aren’t the only two by any means. But Bobo has the most sustained and frequent contributions carrying over from Carver into full Dabb era, and Glynn seems to be closely following in Bobo’s footsteps on Destiel.

Robert Berens:

9:06 Heaven Can’t Wait: Bobo’s very first episode. Dean gazing through the Gas n Sip windows longingly at Cas. Mutual pining. The fanfic gap which may or may not be Bobo’s idea (it was night...and now it’s day. Where did they go all night, was that Bobo’s script, a director mistake, a purposeful thing?). Apologies, sad farewells, Dean not wanting to disrupt Cas’s peaceful regular life away from the monsters (reversal on raking leaves).

10.14 Executioner’s Song: “you’re living my life backwards.” This ep spelled out, textually, not subtext, Cas as the Collette parallel.

12.19 The Future w/ Meredith Glynn: “I just wanted to come back here with a win for you” and the mixtape and “he snuck into my room and he played me.”

14.03 The Scar: while it’s nothing too major, in context with Bobo’s history with significant Destiel moments, in the list for how he sustains it. The way the Dean and Cas reunion was acted/filmed. And I don’t know how much that was Bobo script but it’s in his ep. And Dean “get in my head.” Touchstone reminders.

14.09 The Spear: Dean and Cas in an actual trash dump (recycling facility). “We have a broken tape deck.” Acting like warrior husbands.

14.18 Absence: Dean and Cas fight like a married couple, staged, written, and acted like a married couple breakup, or long-term significant other romantic life partners breakup.

15.03 The Rupture: Destiel divorce. Staged and acted and written like married couple breakup or long-term significant other romantic life partners breakup.

We know Bobo gets to write Dean’s prayer in 15.09, which according to Jensen tells us Dean’s pov on why Dean is struggling with his “relationship” with Cas. (Jensen’s actual words. He also used “domestic dispute” and Misha used “trial separation”—all language associated with marriages in distress).

Meredith Glynn isn’t as heavily a constructor of Destiel as Bobo but here’s why Destiel shippers should keep an eye on her:

12.19 The Future co-authored with Berens

13.04 The Big Empty: “I know who you love. What you fear”

13.14 Good Intentions: Dean and Cas acting like warrior husbands out in the field (which is a consistent Bobo episode trait). Dean and Cas vs Gog and Magog. “They are equally pretty.” Cas going ballistic when Donatello chokes Dean.

14.08 Byzantium: not major but touchstoning. Heavily domestic/grieving husbands mode. (The rest in this ep is in fact, literally cockles fault, because of the method they used to film the wake)

14.13 Lebanon co authored with Dabb: not a Dean and Cas focused ep but touchstoned. “You know me” Dean to Cas is a line and plot context lifted right from It’s a Wonderful Life where George Bailey, dropped into an alternate timeline, makes this anguished plea to his wife Mary, who no longer remembers him. The parallel lesbian couple dressed in Dean and Cas coat colors, taking each other’s hands (which seems a likely gesture for spn to use should they want to go overt on Destiel, rather than kissing or a sex scene, depending on network meddlnig). Cas’s importance as part of their family, part of Dean’s life, is underscored. Dean’s reaction to his Cas returning to the bunker, again a matter of script, directing, staging, and acting contributing to why this is regarded by so many as Destiel. And this is an ep Glynn co-write with the showrunner, note.

15.06 Golden Time: Cas trying to move on yet everything is Dean because fishing which he “learned from a friend” and the annoyed exes phone call written right out like estranged couple.

Again, this post isn’t spec for 15.12. I know nothing about 15.12’s plot or who is in it. It may or may not be a Destiel focused ep. But if you want to have fun with speccing that ep, take a look at these two writers history with building up this ship, and their first team up.

If nothing else, this post is me giving credit to two of the writers who in recent spn era I feel are possibly the most heavy Destiel builders (along with Yockey, who just left the show). They aren’t the only builders (and I could run through various writers contributions). But Berens seems to be one of the most consistent builders, under a showrunner egging it on, whose eps toss out lines like “joined at the everything.”

One addition thing, there are different eras to Destiel and maybe that needs its own post, but Bobo is the transitional era, from “oops wait did we make a popular slash ship what’s a destiel” to the start of purposeful narrative weave rather than mere subtext and slash jokes. That began under Carver, while Dabb era is a fuller more obvious purposeful building, what Carver started doing, Dabb just does....more. In both eras Bobo keeps emerging as prominent in building that, and late emerging of Glynn as Bobo’s right hand of Destieling.

#Destiel #spn #supernatural #supernatural spoilers #Robert Berens #Meredith Glynn #meta #spec #if Cas turns out to be in this ep I’m going to LOSE IT but we don’t know much yet...?

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iwantthedean · 6 years

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Two Prompt One-Shot #45: Makeshift Medic

Summary: Sam is severely injured on a hunt; you do your best to save him, despite Dean’s doubts. Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 1265 Warnings: Description of injuries and makeshift medical attention, some really ridiculous medical stuff that probably doesn’t make sense at all and only serves the purpose of this story. Prompt: Bolded in fic; chosen by those who voted for the next Two Prompt One-Shot back in mid-September. In true Nicole fashion, it took me until now to finish it. Here is the original post, if you need some explanation.

Your eyes grew wide as the werewolf shoved its claws into Sam’s abdomen. It had been the younger Winchester’s own idea to set himself out as bait and, not for the first time, things had gone terribly, terribly wrong.

Dean screamed out his brother’s name before acting quickly, riddling the werewolf’s body with silver bullets. The creature dropped the ground, returning to its human form, eyes staring into nothing before the orbital muscles relaxed and his eyes closed.

Sam was on the ground too, blood pouring from the wound in his side. Dean pulled off his flannel and pressed it to Sam’s side in an effort to stop the bleeding.

“Dean, we can’t stay here,” you reminded him, looking around for the rest of the pack to quickly descend on the three of you. “We have to get him out of here.”

“Yeah, all right. Help me get him to the car.”

Between the two of you, but mostly with Dean’s effort, you got Sam slumped into the back of the Impala. His face was going pale as the blood saturated Dean’s flannel. Sam’s eyes grew glassy, and you told him to hold on — you were going to get help.

“He’s never going to make it if we don’t stop the bleeding,” Dean called over his shoulder as he raced down the road.

You nodded, pulling out your phone. This was going to be a huge risk, and Sam was not going to enjoy it, but you were going to figure it out.

“You’re googling?” Dean demanded.

“Shut up,” you said, quickly typing in a search inquiry. How to stop severe bleeding; once you got through all of the ‘Call 911, go to the ER’ type information, you found a survivalist site that gave a how-to on makeshift stitching for internal injuries.

Rummaging in your bag for the first aid kit, you pulled out a needle, thread, a lighter, and some rubbing alcohol. You also found a fifth of something or other which you made Sam take a long swig of before you poured the alcohol over his wound.

“Fuck!” Sam cried out, the alcohol stinging his exposed flesh.

“Sorry,” you winced. You held the lighter to the end of the needle and pushed the thread through the eye. “Okay, Sam. You ready? This isn’t forever, just long enough for us to get you to a hospital.”

Sam took another swig of the alcohol and nodded. “Yeah. Okay. I’m ready.”

“First of all, this car is moving,” Dean reminded you. “Not to mention, you’ve never done stitches before, and that shit is deep, Y/N.”

“Well, like I said, it’s not forever. Thanks for the vote of confidence, by the way,” you muttered.

Dean rolled his eyes and fixed his eyes on the road while you fixed your eyes on Sam’s wound. You took a deep breath, said a quick prayer, then put needle to flesh.

Sam cried out with the first puncture of that deepest exposed layer. You could only imagine the pain he was in; you apologized over and over, with every dip of the needle back into his muscle.

A couple of minutes later, Sam passed out. Blood was dripping over the seat of the Impala, and you could only imagine how that contributed to Dean’s concern over the whole matter.

“You better hope he wakes up,” Dean growled. “Or we’re going to be in bigger trouble than explaining how he got hurt in the first place.”

You rolled your eyes and continued working. Some of the stitches broke through the tender flesh, requiring that you go back and redo them in meatier portions of the tissue. Sam’s pulse stayed as strong as it could with that level of blood loss, until you were done.

“He’s looking really pale,” Dean said, looking over his shoulder.

“Well, he lost a lot of blood,” you sighed, rummaging in your bag for supplies you kept only for the most dire of circumstances.

After opening everything you would need, you splashed more of the rubbing alcohol over your arm and then Sam’s. Pulling your belt out of its loops, you tightened it around your arm and positioned the needle above the throbbing vein there.

“What the hell, Y/N?”

You sighed. “Last hospital we were in, I grabbed a couple transfusion kits. Pretended to be a student, got taught how it works in trauma situations like this. Just trust me.”

The needle stung only for a second when it went in; you managed with one hand to tape down the needle, clamp the tube, and then got the belt off of your arm. You wrapped it around Sam’s arm, but before you could insert the needle into his vein, the Impala swerved to the side of the road.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you demanded. “I’ve got a needle in my arm and I’m ready to put one in your brother’s and you swerve like that?”

Dean got out of the car and opened the backseat. “We’re just gonna call an ambulance. Forget this transfusion business. We can’t do this.”

“We aren’t doing this, I am. By the time the ambulance gets here and finds us, Dean, it could be too late. We’re in the damn middle of nowhere! You need to keep driving and let me do what I’m doing.”

“We can’t —”

“If you tell me again we can’t do this, I’m going to kick you somewhere you’re not going to enjoy,” you threatened through clenched teeth. “I want to save Sam just as bad as you do, but your doubt is really not helping things. Now. Get in the driver’s seat, get us to a hospital. Now.”

Dean still looked skeptical, but he managed to follow your orders. You finished setting up the transfusion, and then Dean carefully navigated the Impala back onto the road.

When you finally reached the hospital, Dean ran in and yelled for help. A whole crew of hospital staff rushed out, their eyes wide at the scene in the backseat of the car.

“He was stabbed,” you quickly explained, “some weirdo roaming around while we were camping. He lost a lot of blood while I did his stitches …”

“You did good,” one of the doctors assured. “Let’s get both of you inside.”

Sam was placed onto a gurney, and you followed beside the bed until a nurse could safely clamp the transfusion tubing again and pull the needle from your arm. She gave you some graham crackers and orange juice to help with the blood you had lost in the process, then sent you out to the lobby to wait with Dean.

The minute he saw you, though your clothes were covered in blood and relief dragged your posture down, Dean pulled you close to him, kissed your forehead — then gave in to his own relief and hugged you tighter.

“You saved his life,” Dean sighed. “And you didn’t give up your own in the process.”

You pulled back for a moment. “Is that what you thought was going to happen?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged, running his hands up and down your arms. “I didn’t know how much blood you were giving up. Thought I might lose both of you.”

In a rare moment of public affection, you pressed your lips quickly to his. “I would never let you lose either of us, if I could help it.”

Dean let his forehead fall against yours, working to catch his breath and slow his mind until the doctor came out to update you both on Sam’s condition.

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