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15.11: The Gamblers - Episode Review/Recap

This ep follows directly on from last week. The episode was very mixed, there were 2 distinct storylines that merged at the end. I had a few issues with the Castiel/Jack side of the story, which I’ll cover later, but the Sam and Dean scenes, for the most part, I was able to enjoy. I even caught myself smiling… fucking smiling at several moments, because this? This was a glimpse of what my show once was. This also explains to the “Just stop watching” brigade why I’m still watching. The brother scenes were a nugget of gold amongst the dross and worth watching for.

Thank you, Davey Perez, Meredith Glynn and Director Charles Beeson for reminding me, albeit briefly, why I fell in love with this show, and at the same time, why I dislike much of Dabb’s run, which in my humble opinion hasn’t just veered the ship slightly off course; it crashed into an iceberg in 11.21 and has been slowly sinking since then. I think last week’s episode brought us to the point where half the ship is now vertical, ready to plunge into the depths of the icy ocean...

...Anyway, enough about sinking ships, the key thing I struggled with going into this episode is the obvious fuck up from the previous week; the entire premise of the Winchester’s losing their “luck” and being reduced to “normal” people, and I want to talk rant about that for a few more minutes before we get onto this episode. If you want to skip that, I’ll put start and end of rant, so you can skip forward.

Start of rant

In order to enjoy this episode, you pretty much have to ignore much of the previous episode and… that doesn’t sit well with me. Last week wasn’t just a single scene you can forget ever existed (e.g. the trench-coat scene or Dean’s apology to Cass). What Dabb did fucked with the entire concept of the show; that the Winchesters are ordinary people who do extraordinary things. So, it’s really difficult to shake that epic fuck up off and just move on.

I just can’t ever buy in to the concept that the Winchesters were “favoured” or have more luck than “normal” people. I mean look at Sam’s life for starters; he didn’t know his mom, he was fed demon blood as a baby, was dragged up in a life he hated, constantly moving, being brought up in crappy motels and forced to train to become a hunter. The love of his life is murdered, and he becomes an orphan at 22. He died at 23 (for the first time) and then he loses the last remaining member of his family at 24. The Winchesters are far from “lucky” and if I could be bothered, I’d go looking for mentions of “with the Winchester luck” that have been peppered throughout the series. Chuck has not “favoured” the Winchesters at all and they haven’t had Charmed lives because of Chuck’s interference.

I also can’t buy into the concept that the Winchesters are anything other than “normal” in the first place. Sadly, they showed last weeks “fight” scenes during the recap and it did nothing, other than enrage me again. Sam and Dean are excellent fighters and hunters because they trained from a young age to be as good as they are. They weren’t “given” anything and certainty not a free ride and fuck Dabb once again for writing that bullshit. It was nothing less than petty because we rejected his instant Hunter!Barbie fiasco that wasted too much of season 13.

So, how do I move forward from that and manage to enjoy this episode? The answer in my opinion, is you can’t, because even with a few good brother moments, the entire premise of this week’s episode fails to make sense, because the previous episode fails to make sense. I’ll cover why that is when we get to the pool game.

End Rant

The episode opens on a recap, and I ask myself why they are using all the bad bits from the previous few episodes, before I remember there weren’t many good bits to select from. That clip of Jensen with the teeth is still funny. 😂

I love the intro again this week. The setting was good, the guest actors, the camerawork, the music choice – North to Alaska - which complimented the scene, rather than felt like nails being dragged down a chalkboard. All classic spn so far, so it has my attention.

Two men (Joey and Leonard) are playing a game of pool and you can tell this is a high stakes game from the get go. What the stakes are, we don’t yet know, but when the game ends, we see 2 coins being held in a contraption above the pool table; one glows green then dulls with the coin head disappearing, the other glows green and gets brighter with the coin head gaining in definition. I don’t think this looks good for the loser. He agrees and tries to attack the winner with his pool cue. He’s stopped from doing so by a bouncer who turfs him outside. 👋 cutie tall bouncer. There’s an absolutely great shot of the loser tossing his coin in the air and the music gets loud again (Hey, I’m here as much for the settings, lighting, music and camerawork as I’m here for the Winchesters – sue me) and then…. Splat. He’s hit by a truck. Poor Leonard, red shirt of the episode. RIP my friend.

As an aside, I like how you guys announce which pocket the 8 ball is going into, we don’t do that.

This was a great into, interesting premise that immediately sucked me in, wanting to find out more. This is my show. Great job so far.

The next scene though shows once again how useless, at least for me, the writing is around Castiel. They wrote an entire scene with him walking into the bunker, seeing a note that has been left, going down to read it “Cass, we’ve gone to Alaska, Sam”. I’m not going to rant about the twats that insist on saying Sam has spelt it wrong, I’ve already done a post about the arrogance of fans trying to tell the show that created the character that they are wrong with the spelling of that character, so I’ll save you by moving on.

This entire scene, while I liked the shots of the otherwise empty bunker, was just wasting time for me. I’ve seen people say Sam left a note because Castiel was in heaven and wouldn’t get a text message and how clever of Sam to resort to paper. I don’t know about anyone else, but I dip in and out of WiFi zones all the time and the moment I dip back in, my phone pings with multiple notifications, so I personally thought this scene was dumb. It would have been better to see Castiel appear back at the sandpit and get a text notification from Sam with the same message.

Even better, you could take this scene away and it changes nothing that happens so why include it? *Whispers* J2 wanted time off and the writers are incompetent of filling that space with something more interesting so use “filler”.

Interestingly, my computer froze on Castiel’s face for 5 minutes so fuck you Norton or Windows 10 Update for your bad timing in running something in the “background”

BROMENT ALERT

We’re finally with what I’m watching the show for. Dean and Sam are in baby and driving towards Alaska. Sam’s phone is lighting up with messages and we find out through Dean that it’s Eileen. 🙄. Oh, Eileen’s being shoved into the narrative now? Sorry Eileen, the third wheel position on the show has already been filled since Season 7. And fuck you again Dabb because I loved Eileen as a friend of Sam and it’s just yet another thing your reverse Midas fingers have screwed over this season.

Dean: Silent mode is always an option

Me: I love you, have my babies… wait, that came out wrong

Eileen thinks the plan is a little too good to be true. Sam thinks she might be right. He’s not convinced the place even exists or that it can fix their problem. Dean thinks it couldn’t hurt and he’s done with normal, including the constant heartburn.

Sam: You know if you changed your diet…. Dean’s frown 😂

Sam insists that no one other than Garth has heard of it and it isn’t in the lore. Dean believes it’s got to be there. He believes Chuck isn’t messing with them,

Dean: He [Chuck] wants us off our game, he wants us weak, ‘cos he’s coming for us Sammy, and when he does, and we haven’t figured this out, we’re DOA.

Mostly a great brother scene, apart from the forced insertion of Eileen – are we incapable of getting a broment in the final chuck damn season, without the completely unnecessary forced inclusion of a third party???! The scene ends with a great shot of baby.

Back at the bunker and Castiel hears a phone ringing, and… I’m trying not to nitpick, but the way this case comes about just annoys me. There are better ways of bringing this about, than how they did it. But moving on, Castiel answers a random phone that was ringing in Sam’s room, and it’s a sheriff (Jeb Evans) looking for FBI agent, Watts. Castiel tells the sheriff that Agent Watts is working a case in Alaska, and that he is Agent… Lizzo. I can only assume Dean gave him that alias as I don’t think Castiel would know any musicians on his own. I like Jeb, who tells Agent Lizzo, they have a homicide and the suspect is someone Agent Watts flagged into the system… and guys… Sam is back to hacking into police systems and I just… I need a moment here as they’ve remembered Sam can hack into systems!

The agent tells Castiel that the suspect is Jack Kline.

Ummm… Castiel, are you... okay? Do you… do you maybe need to use the bathroom? Oh, you’re emoting? Okay dokay then. I can’t with this. I got more out of Leo in the less than 2 minutes he was on screen than I got out of Castiel since his return in season 7.

Back with the impala, which rolls into a diner stop. Sam is asleep, and Dean whacks him to wake him up. Sam wonders why they’ve stopped at “Round up café”. Dean says it’s the last stop for food for a few hundred miles.

Sam (frowns): Grab something out of the cooler

Dean: Yeah, no, I polished off the last of the sandwiches while you were out

Sam (annoyed): We’re on a budget!

Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍

Last weeks puppy dog eyes fiasco aside, Dean’s still wrapped round Sam’s fingers, they enter the diner, slap some coins on the counter and ask what they can get for $4.60. Apparently, it’s a slice of pie and a coffee, and I’m moving to Alaska when they secede from the US because that would barely get you just the coffee here.

Dean asks for two forks for the pie

Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍

Long story short on this scene, they get out of the waitress there’s a local urban legend about a magic poolhall in the middle of nowhere, that if you win, you come back lucky. She says though that no one ever comes back. Turns out she knew Leonard from the intro, and he went up there because the bank was going to take his house and he met with an accident.

Sam says at least they know now what the downside is. Dean doesn’t agree, he thinks it could be great, pool is the game of champions, kings, his game, our game, and they have great memories of hustling pool

Sam: yes, because we had to… to eat!

Still not seeing the “luck” Dabb wrote about. Imagine thinking they were remotely lucky; running scams or hustling pool to put a roof over their head or food in their stomach. And this is where I disconnect with this week’s episode, because of last week’s writing. How are they going to even be good at pool, a game that takes practice and skill? The things taken away seem to be random and plot devices; lock picking, fighting, hot metal burns, while it appears Dean can still drive okay, fix baby and I’m guessing their pool is going to be okay too, otherwise what’s the point of this episode? There’s no believable rules to this “bad luck/normal” and I’m left completely drifting and because of it. It's just badly thought out and executed.

Dean: if pool is the way we get our mojo back then maybe we ain’t as screwed as we thought

Waitress: Hey, you guys drive an impala?... I think you guys have a flat.

😂

Back with Cass and sheriff Jeb, Cass has managed to set up the laptop and access a video the sheriff has sent him. The video is of Jack killing a doctor and eating his heart. 😷 Jack, no! I’ll come back to the heart eating later.

Back with the boys, another shot of baby as they pull into “Lurlenes”. Baby isn’t sounding too good and I think I missed that earlier, but it did somewhat register that she was sounding louder than normal. Good touch.

Dean walks over one of the coins as they head for the entrance which I guess might be Leonard’s from earlier. I like little details like this. Once inside, Sam points out they don’t have beer money, much less what it costs to buy into a game. Dean says they’ll figure something out and goes to the bar and orders two waters. I’m guessing that’s going to hit Dean more than health conscious Sam. Dean asks the bar person, Evie, how they get into a game. She calls Pax over and it’s the tall, cutie bouncer from earlier. Sam asks Evie if she saw Leonard and she says no, but you can tell she’s lying.

Pax takes them to his office and explains the rules of the game, that they don’t bet with money, they bet with luck. He gets Dean to touch a coin he puts down and it turns green. Pax looks at the coin and says “not great”

Dean: And that means?

Pax explains that everyone walks in with a certain amount of luck, that the green glow was Dean’s and it was “about average.” Dean thinks that sounds about right. I’m going to head-canon that Dean’s luck is about average of the people that find the pool hall, but below average in general, due to Chuck screwing around with them.

Pax says if Dean wins a game, he might see his fortunes improve.

Sam: And if he loses?

Pax says he can keep playing, but if the coin goes blank, that means you’re out of luck, and you’ve got to leave. He asks if they’ve got any questions.

Sam (a bit pissy): What is this place? Who owns it?

Pax says he doesn’t know, but if they don’t like it, they are free to leave.

Dean: When I win, can I split it (indicates Sam)… the luck?

Pax (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍 Oh, wait, sorry, that was me

Pax: it’s yours, you can do what you want

Sam asks for a second to talk to his husband brother.

Sam: no, no, no, no, no way (complete with shaking finger)

Dean: man, I’ve been slinging pool cues since before you were born

Snarky!Sam: when you were four, really? In between snack time and nap? 😂

Dean (internally): damn, I forgot you were my brother for a second and I can’t bullshit you

Dean tells Sam that they need to do this, and that Sam is pretty much better than him, at everything, he’s not mad about it, he’s proud… but he can wipe the floor with Sam at pool. Dean takes Sam’s epic eyeroll as silent permission he can play.

Back with Castiel, he investigates the doctor’s office and finds a weird case which has a sword inside. We flashback to a previous episode with Sam tied to a chair (🙄 it must have been a Thursday). Anyway, the flashback tells us the doctor was one of the Grigori, a brotherhood of perfect beings. I’d forgotten about them and might have to look them up before I touch the heart eating thing. Note: I did look them up and it was a Claire episode, so never mind, that’s why I forgot about them.

We transition from Cas to Jack and he seems to be following someone with the same case as the doctor, so another Grigori. He follows the Grigori into an abandoned building.

Back at the pool hall and no one is biting to play with the noob. Okay, I’m ashamed to say I laughed at this next bit, Dean deliberately breaks badly and loudly proclaims that he’s rusty at this. Oh Dean. No one’s going to fall for… Surprisingly he actually gets a taker and asks Dean to rack up. Sam goes back to the bar to speak to Evie. She asks if he plays and he says not really. Sam asks Evie what the woman’s deal is that’s playing Dean (Moira). Evie says she’s been here a while and her sister is in a coma.

Sam goes into awkward question mode, and I have flashbacks to the earlier seasons. He asks about rotten eggs. Evie responds: Just Charlie… We pan over to Charlie and he’s playing pool badly. Sam then asks if she’s seen “little bundles” laying around. She says no, but she gets that he’s trying to figure the place out. Sam says places like this don’t exist for no reason, she answers that most people think it’s a godsend. She gives him information on a couple of people playing, they won at first, could have walked away winners, but kept playing until their luck ran sour. She repeats they should have walked away which is a clear warning for Sam who looks over at his brother who wins the game.

Back with Jack, he’s got an angel blade and is still after the Grigori. Unfortunately, the Grigori twigged he was being followed and now has Jack at blade point.

Back at the pool hall and Sam is trying to convince Dean they need to leave, and I’m trying not to be distracted by the picture in the scene behind them.

Dean (brandishing his coin at Sam): Come on man, I’m on a roll

Snarky!Sam: Dean, you won one game!

Sam thinks the place sucks you in and that if Dean keeps playing, he’ll lose and end up like Leonard. Dean convinces Sam who reluctantly allows him to have one more game.

Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍

Dean finds his mark, which is Joey from the intro. We see Dean playing well and Joey asks what his name was again.

Dean: my name is Dean Winchester and I am going to kick your ass.

Sam: 😍 that’s my platonic soulmate husband brother

Joey smiles.

They talk as Dean clears the table. Turns out Joey used to work the bull riding circuit.

Dean (cocky smile): tell me, how was that?… corner pocket. He misses the shot

Joey (grinning): good times (he pots and all he can do is hide the cue ball behind another ball, giving Dean a very tricky shot on the 8 ball)… and some not so good.

Dean goes to take the shot and Joey challenges double or nothing if Dean misses. Sam doesn’t like it. Dean asks if Joey is trying to hustle him.

Joey: I thought you were going to kick my ass

Dean smiles and agrees to the deal, does a trick shot with the cue ball jumping over the other ball and potting the 8 ball.

Joey closes his eyes. Sam looks happy, then Joey says: a hell of a shot.

Dean watches as the coins glow green and Joey’s coin is now dull, and this is sad because even if Sam and Dean haven’t realised the implication yet, Joey is not long for this world. Joey leaves, and Sam and Dean follow. Joey congratulates Dean on the game yet again and says, “I guess you can’t hustle a hustler.” Sam’s concerned when Joey starts coughing. Turns out Joey is dying, he has cancer, he came to the pool hall to beat it, and Sam and Dean have finally caught up with me that this game sucks. This is the first time in a long time, I’ve felt anything for a character on this show that we only meet for a limited time in a single episode, so I’m going to kudos the writing and the guest star for this one. This is what happens when you actually put some characterisation into your writing.

Sam and Dean go back inside. Dean said the plan worked so they should hit the road.

Sam: What about everybody else?

Sam wants to stay and figure out how they can help them. Dean reminds him they are in a fight with God and they just got their mojo back. Sam challenges whether there’s even enough luck in the coin for them. Dean says they’ll give it a try by him going for a drive and if baby’s okay, they are leaving. End of.

Back with Castiel and he meets sheriff Jeb at the abandoned building Jack was captured in. A transient spotted Jack going into the building so called the police. Castiel asks Jeb if there are any other abandoned places around. Jeb tells him about a church.

Back with Sam and he’s talking to Charlie, who is apparently playing so his team can win the Super Bowl and part of me is 😂 and part of me is, I feel you my friend, because Canucks and the Stanley Cup, and desperate measures at this stage.

Sam: that’s great, it is, but is it really worth your life?

Me (picturing the Stanley cup being paraded through the streets of Vancouver): …Yes?!

The puppy dog eyes fail again, Charlie says “just one more game.” And goes back to playing

Evie says at least Sam tried but no one will listen. She says none of “us” are going anywhere. Sam asks if they are trapped here, if Evie was trapped here. She leaves rapidly.

Dean arrives back, baby’s dead again, he didn’t even make it out of the parking lot. Sam takes a look at the coin Dean slams down. He believes Dean should have won more luck than he did, given how many people Joey likely beat before Dean played him and all that accumulated luck should have gone to Dean when he won, but it doesn’t seem to. Sam thinks someone is stealing the luck, skimming off the top.

Dean: You mean like the house?

Sam (lifts coin showing head): her… I think

Dean takes the coin and reads: Atrox Fortvnta

Sam says she’s the Roman goddess of luck. So, Sam’s allowed to be smart as a plot contrivance this week? *cough* hot metal burns *cough*.

They go speak to Evie about who runs the place. She says she can’t help them. Sam asks why she warned him in the first place. Evie says so he would take his brother and go. Dean asks why Evie is there, does the god have something over her. Evie says she played and lost and is only alive because she lets her stay as long as she keeps working. Sam asks if the god is here, but Evie doesn’t know, she only talks to Pax and drops the revelation that Pax is the god’s son.

Back with Jack and the Grigori has injured him and holding him captive. He knows what Jack is and that he’s powerful. The Grigori wants to know why Jack killed his kind. The Grigori have their own frequency of angel radio. Me, 🙄 of course you do because easy plot device. Before his brother died, he called to the Grigori. He asks Jack if he did that to draw him out, to kill him too.

Back with Sam and Dean, Sam approaches Pax wanting to ask a question. While Pax is focused on Sam, Dean grabs him and holds him at knifepoint.

Sam (niceness gone): Where’s your mom?

Loved that bit

Pax doesn’t answer so Sam shouts “Fortuna.” Dean follows with, “We have your son”

Moira walks through the pool hall and we know she is now Fortuna.

Sam says they know she’s skimming luck and they want it back. Dean threatens to kill Pax if she doesn’t

Fortuna: well, you probably could, his daddy was human, but no

Pax (shocked pikachu face): Mom!

Fortuna: I’m sorry baby, I can always make more sons

Sam and Dean (shocked pikachu faces).

Uh oh, leverage gone. Dean releases Pax, but not before the blade cuts his throat a little.

Dean demands Fortuna to play him for it. She says she’s already played him and got a read on him. He’s just a “beach read”. Sexy, but skimmable.

Dean (how dare you face): beach read? lady, I’m Tolstoy

Fortuna laughs and says, “That’s very funny” and approaches Sam: this one here, now he could be interesting

Dean (Protective big brother mode activated): Wait, no, no, that’s…. Uh uh

Sam (I’m 36 years old Dean, not a kid anymore mode activated): Fine… Yeah, okay, but not for our luck. I’ll play for the lives of everybody in here.

Fortuna doesn’t agree, she says the deal is only for their luck and if they lose, she wants their lives. She wants to make an example of them.

The Grigori is torturing Jack, cutting his skin. Jack says he can’t kill him. There’s then expose on the Grigori feeding off souls, and this one feeds off children. I think I’m supposed to not feel sorry for the Grigori when Jack eats his heart, but I do have a few issues which I’ll come onto later. Jack looks to the side and it’s clear he catches something. The Grigori reaches for his sword and points it at Jack’s throat. He asks who told Jack that. He answers Death.

The Grigori senses someone behind him. Now given the Grigori are supposed to be elite and much more powerful than ordinary angels, I’m embarrassed for this one and have no idea how on Earth this Grigori managed to survive to being last of his kind as even Castiel despatched him fairly easily, without too much of a fight, but “new canon” I guess. 🤷‍♀️

With no tests whatsoever, Castiel releases Jack from his bonds. I’m presuming one of Castiel random powers of the week is being able to automatically tell it’s Jack. We get a Cass and Jack hug and I … don’t really care to be honest. I can’t watch Cass without viewing that awful scene in Purgatory so I’m over him.

Back at the pool hall, Sam breaks, potting 2 balls immediately. I love, love, love this next bit: as Sam lines up his next shot, we see Dean nodding in agreement, because yep, that’s the shot he would have went for too. Sam proceeds to knock down a couple more, Fortuna has said a couple of things, but Sam is focusing on the game. She asks why they need the luck so bad, girlfriend problems? Liver failure? (She looks at Dean here). Sam answers: “a curse by god” and misses the next shot.

Fortuna: Life’s a bitch and then you die

Me: Hey! That’s my philosophy!

Dean: THE god literally cursed us

Fortuna (sarcastic disbelief): You’ve met

Dean: Yeah, Little guy, squirrelly as hell

Fortuna: Yeah, that’s him… well, welcome to the club

Dean: the club?

Fortuna answers with exposition while winning the game. God created the world, but humans created the gods, kind of, which led to God creating the other gods. Dean asks why, which makes her angry and she misses the next shot. She says they were created to take the blame for anything that went wrong. That only worked for a while before his ego got the better of him, now he hides behind whatever religion pays the biggest syndication deals. She keeps talking about how pissed she is and that she’s holding a grudge. Sam meanwhile is quietly potting balls and winning the game. She realises this and shakes off her mood, “oh well, what can you do?”

Dean: we’re going to fight him

Fortuna: are you now? And when you lose?

Sam’s voice from off screen: we lose swinging

He then appears in shot and says “8 ball, corner pocket” and she realises the game is nearly over.

Sam lines up for the shot, looks at Dean briefly, then… he wins. I wasn’t expecting that, and Dean is happy too.

Fortuna (to Sam): you little minx, you got me talking!

Sam smirks

Fortuna: you’re good

Sam: I learned from my brother

Dean approaches: all right, you know the deal, even up

Fortuna offers to make it interesting, if they are going to fight God, that’s the stuff of heroes and they are going to need the luck of heroes. Hercules, some other people, she helped them all. Sam asks what the catch is. She says another game, double or nothing.

Dean: Double? That’s how the cowboy died.

Sam agrees to play, “but not for more luck,” he indicates the room, “for them. If I win, you have to let them go.”

Fortuna: I’m not stopping them

Sam: Okay, when I win, you have to give back the luck you stole, close up shop

Fortuna: What is with you and these losers? They’re nothing, they don’t matter

Sam: they matter to me

Dean: they matter to us

Everyone in the poolhall (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍

Fortuna agrees. She breaks, and it all goes downhill from there. Sam doesn’t even get to play a shot.

They lost. There’s silence

Fortuna: you challenged the goddess of luck in her own joint, what did you think was going to happen?

Me: pretty much this tbh, I’m actually surprised Sam won the first game

Dean: well, we had to try

Fortuna: well, that was stupid

My poor boys. They leave the poolhall.

Dean: I thought she was going to kill us

Sam: well she doesn’t have to, our luck will do that on its own … Dean, we can’t just…

Dean:… leave ‘em? Yeah, I know.

Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍

Dean: all right, well let’s go get WiFi and see what kills Lady Luck, we’ll circle back

Sam’s agreeing when Evie comes out, followed by the other players. They ask her what happened. She says Fortuna shut it down. They ask why

Evie: Because of you, she said she thought your kind had gone extinct

Sam: Our kind?

Evie: Heroes, like the old days

Fortuna also gave her a message to pass on, “Don’t play Chucks game, make him play yours.

She hands Sam a coin which he somewhat reluctantly takes. He holds it in his closed fist as she walks away. He opens his hand and we see the coin glow green on his skin. Dean “grabby hands” Winchester snatches the coin, getting a glare from Sam and the coin glows green in his hand too.

They get into the car and Dean fires up the engine. “We’re back baby!”

Aww, Dean called Sam baby.

Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍

Also me: You can take your “Castiel is a lamp” sub zero text and whack yourself over the head with it.

They drive away. And I’m left behind wondering if they’ve got their “normal” luck back or the supercharged hero luck that Sam said he didn’t want and that’s why he was reluctant to take the coin.

They arrive back at the bunker. Dean’s scratching lottery cards and doesn’t win. So much for the superhero luck.

Sam consoles his husband brother that they might not have won the lottery, but they have no car trouble, the credit cards work again, and Dean was able to eat back to back bacon double cheeseburgers, that didn’t kill him. So…

Dean: that was beautiful by the way… I’m just saying, would it have killed her to give us a little extra?

Sam: well, she thinks we’re really heroes, maybe they don’t get all the answers

Well hopefully that conversation answered my concern from earlier.

Cass appears, looking shifty (when doesn’t he tbh). They know something is wrong and Sam asks him. He steps aside and Jack appears. Jack dorky waves hello and we all melt and immediately forget he killed their mom and did some other really naughty stuff that at the very least should get him a time out. Apparently, Dean and Sam forget too. This scene is shot with Jack and Cass at one side of the reading room and Sam and Dean on the other.

Sam: Jack?

Castiel (to Sam): it’s really him

Sam walks over to Jack first and gets quicker as he reaches him and we get a Sam and Jack hug, and since I didn’t get one in season 14, I’ll ignore the mom killing, heart eating etc. for a few minutes and enjoy the hell out of this one. Yes, I’m fickle! But I loved this nougat eating baby before Dabb ruined him.

Dean walks across more slowly, reaches and grasps Jack behind his neck, staring into his face as if checking it’s really him. I think he’s struggling to see past the burnt-out eyes which was their last view of him. He looks briefly at Cass once. To me it’s a silent thank you (headcanon for bringing Jack back for Sam in particular), and an equally silent, you’re welcome. Jack looks a little apprehensive as obviously the last time he was alive, Dean was going to shoot him, stopped only by Sam.

They all have a beer at the map table, Sam asks Jack about eating hearts, so it’s good that hasn’t been hidden. Jack said he had to.

Dean (to Castiel): and you let him?

Castiel nods (likely waiting for the anger for doing the wrong thing)

Dean (shrugs): hmmm

And… that is not my Dean. They’ve turned him into a neutered house cat and idiots are calling it “growth”. And all I can hope is that his natural instincts fight their way through, I believe it’s wrong to trust Jack is okay eating hearts, even of ones that eat children’s souls and I hope we see that develop as we progress.

Sam: you could have called us

Jack: every day I wanted to come home, but I couldn’t

Dean: why not?

Jack: because if I don’t stay hidden, if I use my powers, my grandfather, he’ll know I’m back, and try and kill me… again… he’s afraid of me, and that’s why we had to wait.

Castiel: Billy kept him hidden in the empty, until Chuck went off world

Jack: she let me out when it was safe

Dean: safe to what? Eat a bunch of angel hearts?

Jack: safe to do what I have to.

Turns out the hearts were just the beginning, they made Jack strong, but not strong enough. If Jack follows her plan, he’ll get stronger and he’ll be able to kill god.

Sam and Dean (in winsync): bitch please, this is our show!

Not really, that was just me and we end on that note. I could wish we had ended on “The Gambler” by Kenny Rogers, but season 15 music budget. Sigh.

So, I have a few other issues with this episode, particularly with the Jack side of the storyline, off the top of my head;

1) I’m hoping we aren’t sweeping what he did in season 14 under a rug, a la Castiel.

2) �� I’m hoping we aren’t just going to support him eating hearts (even of bad angels) without fully investigating what this supposed plan is.

3) I’m struggling with the heart thing anyway. I don’t believe an angel has a heart to eat, only the human vessel does so I’m going to need an explanation on why eating human hearts is supposedly goring to make jack stronger, and why we don’t care about the human vessel

4) I’m struggling with how a lesser god can give back what God took away, even if that lesser god is the goddess of luck, God still trumps her.

Other than that, I think Death is bad now, or at least Billy’s version of death is. I think they changed course on wanting to kill the Winchesters a couple of seasons ago when they realised they could play a part in them reaping God. Possible reason, just being tired after all this time, and wanting it all to end. And it can’t end before Chuck dies. Possible power play.

I still think Chuck will die. I still think the Winchesters will become firewalls, not sure what Jack is, other than a toddler whose power needs to be bound until he can wield it responsibly, and Castiel is going to sacrifice himself at some point. And the less we say about Eileen, the better.

Next episode is up after Hellatus the welcome break from the caricature this show has become

#spn spoilers #15.11 #The Gamblers #episode review #episode recap #anti castiel #spn critical #anti saileen #anti eileen

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Choices - Part 2: I Bet My Life

Characters: Y/N (reader), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mich Davis, Arthur Ketch, Castiel, Garth and Beth Fitzgerald (mentioned)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: torture (not all that graphic), implied smut, secrets,

Word Count: 3900ish

A/N: This is 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this fic is: I Bet My Life

It is part two of a three part story - the two first fics are entries for the same challenge and the third is gonna be an entry for @plaidstiel-wormstache’s Push yourself challenge. The song I am writing for, for her challenge is also an Imagine Dragons song so their music is gonna be a theme throughout this series.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Thanks so much to always brilliant @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me.

MASTERLIST

You had lost track of time. You had no idea how long you had been in this white room with a single mirror on the far wall. You also didn’t care. You just stared defiantly at the mirror. You knew it was a window and the brits that had taken you were hiding behind it, plotting your fate. All you cared about was staying alive, staying the distraction for as long as it took for them to get far, far away. You would never tell them anything.

At first, the british guy with the weird beard had tried. He talked to you, asking you questions. You never answered. You just sat there staring at him, soaking up his every word without as much as flinching. He didn’t know anything. You had nothing to fear.

Well that wasn’t exactly true. What came after the first brit was another. Clean shaven, dead eyes, and with no empathy what so ever. He beat you with your hands tied behind your back, but you kept getting back up. You placed yourself back in the chair, looking defiantly back up at him, only to let out a painful scream when he jammed the needle into your neck with a cold grin on his face.

You slipped off the chair, passing out cold on the floor cold. You had no way of knowing how long you had been out for when you heard a familiar voice calling your name.

“Y/N. Hey, Y/N/N. Come back to me baby.” Dean gently stroked your hair away from your face, making you force your eyes open.

“Dean,” you gasped as you stared into the pair of green eyes you had missed so much the past 3 years. You gasped, and your heart almost stopped for a second. “You found me. How?” you rambled as Dean proceeded to check your wounds.

“I’ll always found find you,” Dean answered almost as if nothing had happened between you , as if you hadn’t been seperated for 3 years. In that moment, you didn’t care. You threw your arms around his neck, clinging to him for dear life, and Dean hugged you back just as tightly. You’re entire body hurt from the beatings you had taken, and your blood smeared across his jacket, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was the man that you had never stopped loving was here for you.

“Come on. Let’s get you out of here,” Dean smiled, pulling away from you a little before leaning back in, pressing his lips against yours, and you froze.

He felt different somehow, but he was still the same. Maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you. You hadn’t been in his arms for so long, maybe you had just forgotten what it felt like. You remembered him as being more tender than that. Maybe it was just or imagination, or maybe the rougher, more demanding feel of his kiss had to do with the Mark. Maybe it was just him being angry you left like that but unable to express it to you in any other way. Still, something was holding you back. You had to make sure. So when Dean helped you back on her feet, you stopped him by grabbing his wrist and forcing him to face you again.

“Thank you for coming to my rescue, Captain,” you smiled at him, praying he would give you the right answer.

“Of course sweetheart,” Dean smiled back at you, and you fought your tears, telling yourself this could mean two things. You had no idea which you wanted it to be, but you had to know.

“I still love you, Dee,” you let out a slight sob with your words, and Dean’s expression softened as he stepped closer to you.

“I love you too, Y/N/N,” Dean spoke as he started leaning in, but just like that, you moved. You knew the man in front of you wasn’t Dean. You had no idea what or who he was but you felt sick to her stomach as you replayed the feel of his lips on yours over and over in your mind. Your fury made you stronger, and your knee collided with his crotch with immense force. The man instantly fell to the floor, moaning in pain.

“Y/N what the…” he started before you kicked him in the stomach silencing him again.

“You're not my Dean,” you hissed before kicking the imposter again. You might not have seen Dean for almost 3 years, but you had known him all her life. Dean didn’t tell anyone that he loved them. The words were as if cursed to him, and you knew that even if he felt them they would never pass his lips, especially if he did. He was too afraid to loose the people he cared for to ever vocalize his love. “He would never say that!”

You swung your leg at his face this time, but the man grabbed your foot, pulling harshly, forcing you on your back, and within seconds, he was on top of you with his hands wrapped around your neck. The cross slowly appeared on one of his hands as his shape started to change. You struggled beneath him to no avail. You passed out just as Dean disappeared entirely before your eyes, and your captor took his place.

“We have the entire weekend to ourselves, and this is what you wanna do with it?” Dean chuckled as you pushed the DVD into the player before turning around, rolling your eyes at him.

“You got a one track mind Winchester,” you mocked, giving him a push so he landed on his ass on the couch.

Dean chuckled, wrapping his hand around your wrist, pulling you down next to him. You squaled in surprise as he quickly rolled you onto your back, pinning you beneath him and kissing you breathless.

“Not in the way you would think,” Dean whispered as he stared deeply into your eyes.

If you had any air left in your lungs, it was gone now. You felt the tears press against your eyes as you cupped his face. Dean had never said that he loved you, and he didn’t have too. Not when he looked at you like that. You knew how he felt. Still, you could see him struggling. He wanted to tell you, but you knew he couldn’t. The last person he had said those words too was his mother, the night before his entire world turned on it’s head, the last night he was allowed to be a kid, the night his mother died and his dad changed forever.

“You know, Mal kinda reminds me of you. Maybe that’s why I love the show so much,” you spoke softly, running your fingers through his hair, and Dean smiled, pecking your lips.

“It that right?” Dean asked as his lips wandered down your jaw to your neck, making you gasp before you spoke again, your voice thick with lust and emotion.

“They say a captain’s heart belongs to his ship,” you froze when Dean stopped kissing you and pushed himself up just enough to look down into your eyes.

For once in your life, you couldn’t read him, and you felt yourself starting to panic. You were ready to compare the ship to Baby when Dean brushed your hair away from your face with the hand he wasn’t using to hold himself up. He gently cupped your cheek as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your lips when he spoke.

“I guess that makes you my Serenity then.”

Your eyes filled with tears as you wrapped your arms around Dean’s neck, pulling him down into a deep kiss, forgetting all about the show playing on the TV as you began pulling at his shirt.

“Make love to me Captain,” you begged, making Dean chuckle slightly his hands wandered up your shirt.

“As you wish, Serenity.”

Soon pain and despair became all you knew. That man’s face, excruciating pain, and the world going dark. You wanted to give up, but you couldn’t. The longer you lasted, the longer the head start for them. Until it happened again.

“Hey. Jeez sweetheart. I am so sorry.” Dean’s voice sounded through your haze as the ropes around your wrists and ankles loosened. “That’s it. That’s it. Look at me. Hey,” your eyes slowly opened to the feeling of Dean’s hands on your face. He was kneeling down infront of you, smiling softly, but pain was evident in his eyes. You let out a strangled sob. You would take the pain of the knuckles, the ice water, the fire, and the beatings over this. Seeing Dean, knowing it wasn’t him, knowing that he wouldn’t come for you because he had no idea what had happened, that was worse. You weren’t sure how much more of this you could take. You weren’t sure how long you could look into the eyes of the man you loved more than you own life, knowing it wasn’t him and that you would never see him again.

As soon as you were free, your instincts took over. You kicked him in the chest, making him fly backwards. You jumped off your chair, but too late, he was already back on his feet.

“Y/N/N stop! It’s me, Dean,” the man in front of you pleaded with you as he got out of the way of your fist.

“You’re not Dean!” you hissed before swinging again, but this time the man grabbed your fist, pulling you closely against him. “Y/N it’s me!”

You kicked and screamed, desperate to get away but too weak to do anything about it. “Let me go! You’re not him. I will never believe you. So stop appearing like this. I hate you. Get away from me!”

Much to your surprise, the man released his hold on you, throwing his hands into the air, and he sprang backwards. You placed yourself in a position ready to attack should he come near you again, but he didn’t. Instead, he started talking.

“Do you remember the first night Sam and I stayed at your house? My dad left us with your dad to go take down a wendigo?” the man started, and you shook your head in disbelief.

“You have been watching us for that long? You are all sick!” you hissed at him, backing away further.

The man didn’t follow you. He just stayed in place with his hands still raised as he kept talking.

“That weekend was the anniversary of your mom dying. Bobby… you’re dad, he tried to calm you down, but you ran off into the junkyard. You were 4 years old. I was 6, and Sammy was 2. I followed you. Do you remember?” Dean asked, and tears started flowing down your cheeks as you nodded. There would be no way for them to know all of this would there?

“Dean found me hiding in an old truck,” you sobbed, and the man in front of you smiled.

“Yeah. Yeah I did. You were crying. You wouldn’t stop no matter what I did, so I told you my mom used to sing me this song when I was little and that it helped me calm down.” Dean took a step forward, but you still backed away.

“If you’re really him, if you’re Dean, Prove it,” you hissed at him, and the man looked at you sadly.

“Sweetheart, that’s what I am trying to do,” he pleaded with you, but you didn’t give. You and Sam were the only two people who knew what that song was.

“Sing it to me,” you insisted, and the man rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Seriously Y/N?” he begged, behaving not unlike you would expect Dean too, but it still wasn’t enough.

“Sing it!” you ordered, and the man raised his hands in defense once more.

“Okay. Just remember, you asked for this,” the man sent you a small smirk, and your heart skipped a beat as he started singing, softly, and slightly off key.

“Hey Jude, don't make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude, don't be afraid

You were made to go out and get her

The minute you let her under your skin

Then you begin to make it better”

Dean stopped when you took a step forward. Your heart was beating a million miles per hour, and the small smile he sent you knocked the wind from your chest. You couldn’t believe it was really him. You’re entire body was shaking, and you wanted nothing more than to run straight into his arms.

“Is that enough? Did I prove I am me?” Dean asked, still staying in place, waiting for you to make your next move.

You struggled to regain control of your breathing, completely ignoring the tears that kept streaming down your face as you took another careful step towards him, remembering where your captor had failed the last time.

“It is really you, Captain?” you asked, and a huge smile spread across his face as he held out his arms, inviting you into them.

“It’s me Serenity,” his words had barely left his lips before you were across the room and in his arms. Dean instantly wrapped his arms tightly around you, holding you against his chest as you cried. “You’re safe Y/N/N. Let’s get you out of here.”

Dean smiled, cupping your face before letting you go completely, and your hands flew to hold on to his wrists.

“You came for me,” you sobbed, and Dean gently pressed his lips against yours in a chaste kiss.

“Always,” he promised quietly before pulling his spare weapon and handing it to you. “Can you move?”

Knowing what he asked of you, you nodded quietly. “I can try.”

“Stay close,” Dean ordered pulling his own weapon, before nodding to you and heading for the door. You followed Dean through the corridors, hiding when people in suits crossed your path, right up until the moment a door opened in front of you.

“Sam!” You rushed past Dean, throwing your arms around his younger brother who instantly hugged you close.

“No third degree for him huh?” Dean teased and winked at you as you released his brother. You were going to snap back when you saw the man behind Sam, and you instantly raised your gun.

“Y/N, no. Stop,” Sam stepped in front of you, blocking your shot. “Mick’s with us.”

“He is one of them!” you spat, your eyes finding Dean’s, pleading with him to see reason, but he only rested a hand on top of your gun, helping you lower it.

“I know. But he is also the one who called us here,” Dean explained. “He is going to create a distraction for us while we get you out of here. If you kill him, our job will be harder,” Dean smiled, making you glare at him.

“Fine! I trust you,” you pointed at Mick who were still looking like a deer caught in the headlights, “I just don’t trust him.”

“He is not coming with us,” Sam assured you, before nodding to Dean, doing the silent communication thing that they did, which still hadn’t stopped annoying the shit out of you. However, before you could yell at them, you felt a sharp pain shoot through your body from the wound on your arm. An electrical current rushed through your veins, and you let out a pained scream. You felt as if your body was being ripped apart from the inside, and you lost all control of your limbs, barely being able to focus on the world around you tumbled towards the ground.

“Y/N!” Dean called out your name, catching you as you fell, preventing you from hitting the floor.

“What the hell is happening, Mick?” Sam yelled, but all you could do was cling to Dean who was trying to get you to focus on him.

“They must have put an electrolyte in her arm,” the brit answered.

“A what?” Dean looked up from you, speaking in unison with Sam.

“We use them to terminate rough operatives. They are put in when loyalty is put in question,” Mick explained, but you didn’t hear anything else, not until you felt the knife dig into your arm.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart,” Dean mumbled, and you knew he was the one controlling the blade, which put your mind somewhat at ease before your world went black again.

***

You moaned, feeling as if every part of your body had been run over with a steamroller when you started coming too. It took you a few moments to remember what had happened or where you were.

They hadn’t brought you to the Bunker but to one of your dad’s old cabins. You instantly pushed yourself off the bed, suppressing a scream of pain when you landed on your feet. You slowly made your way down stairs, clinging to the rail as you went. You could hear the brother’s arguing in the living room, and you knew you had to tell Dean the truth. Not just for her sake, but for his.

“Why the hell was she there in the first place?” Dean growled, as Sam answered him more calmly.

“There’s only one way to find out isn’t there?”

“How in the hell can I ask her that? She left never wanting to see me again, and I can’t really blame her.”

Dean sounded so tired, but you barely focused on his words. You just stayed in the doorway staring at his arm peaking out from his rolled up sleeve. Dean hadn’t seen you, but Sam had, rising from his chair and walking over to you to help you sit down.

“Y/N, you should be in bed,” Sam spoke softly, but your eyes never left Dean’s arm.

“Sam? The Mark? It’s gone?” you inquired with tears pressing against your eyes.

“Yeah for close to two years now. Are you okay?” Sam kneeled down in front of you, and you broke down crying as Dean nervously moved to squat down next to his brother.

“We stayed away for two years for no reason.”

Tears were streaming down your face, and you could see the confusion on Dean’s face.

“I’ll… I’ll go make some calls. Try Cas again.” Sam quickly excused himself from the room, leaving you and Dean alone to talk.

“Hey. Y/N/N. It’s okay,” Dean said softly, but you pulled your arm away when he tried to touch you.

“No it’s not,” you hissed, more at yourself than him, but he had no way of knowing that. You saw the hurt expression on his face when he pulled back a little, and you instantly grabbed his hand.

“I’m so sorry Dean. I left to keep her safe from the Mark. Not from you. I know I must have caused you so much pain. I never meant too,” you rambled, and Dean quickly leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours, effectively stopping your stream of words.

“It’s okay. You’re here now. Y/N, you need to slow down. Who is she? Who were you protecting?” Dean looked at you, clearly desperately trying to understand.

“I…” you stopped.

He was still a hunter. You would always bet your life on him, but for a second, you doubted if you could bet hers as well. The truth was, he wasn’t only a hunter, and he had the right to know.

“I got pregnant that night, Dean” you looked down. You couldn’t bare to look at him. “The night I tried to bring you back home. She’s a little over 2 years old now, and she was who I was trying to protect from the british assholes. I have been hiding with Garth and Beth ever since she was born.”

You stared at your hands. Dean hadn’t let go. If anything, he was holding on tighter, but you still didn’t dare to look at him. The silence in the room made it harder to breath, and the thoughts that ran through your mind were deafening. What if Dean could only see what she was? A cambion. A monster. What if he would never be able to forgive you for walking away? What if…

“What’s her name?” Dean’s voice were thick with emotion, and his words shocked you enough to look up at him. He didn’t seem angry. He was crying, but he wasn’t angry.

“Kaylee,” you answered making Dean let out a small laugh, giving you the courage to continue, “Kaylee Winchester.”

“And she’s… She’s good?” Dean asked, there was so much pain and hope in his eyes you could barely breath.

“She’s a kid. She is stubborn and smart. She is so smart Dean.” You felt the tears run down your face when you saw the proud smile on his lips. “She has powers, but she has only ever used them to move toys around and never around anyone but me, or Garth, or Beth. Not until…” your words trailed off, and you started crying.

Dean pulled you into his arms, holding you as he slowly put two and two together. “They came for Garth didn’t they?” Dean asked, and you nodded against his neck. “You tried to hold them off, but…”

“They caught him. Kaylee saw and… She flicked the man through the air. I don’t think she meant to kill him. I got the other one. I held them off so they could get away. That’s how I got caught. Kaylee is with Garth and Beth,” you cried against Dean’s neck, and he soothingly ran his hand up and down her back.

“She protected her family Y/N. That’s not a bad thing,” Dean spoke quietly, just as Sam’s voices sounded through the room.

“I’m sure the Brits won’t see it that way. If they found Garth once they can do it again. Y/N, do you know where they are?” You looked up to see Cas and Sam standing side by side with equally worried expressions on their faces.

You looked from Sam to Cas, your eyes meeting the angel’s. “I’m not going to hurt her Y/N,” Cas swore, “regardless of what else she is, she is your and Dean’s child. Let me?” Cas stepped forward holding out his hand in offer to fix you, and you nodded.

Cas pressed his fingers to your forehead, and a warmth rushed through your body before all the pain disappeared completely.

“Thanks Cas,” you mumbled before Dean gently cupped your face again, forcing you to look back into his eyes.

“Can you take us to her Serenity? Will you let me met my daughter?” His words broke you. Tears streamed down your face as you nodded, “yes”. You threw your arms around his neck, saying the words you had sworn you would never say to him, but you couldn’t hold them back any longer.

“I love you, Dean.”

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