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I feel like you've given most spn related things some lil spice but I always love the spice on this : hot spicy take on the "Dean is the most horrible character and ruins everyone's life and Sam and Cas are poor little meow meows who only do bad things sometimes because tyran Dean farted in their direction" takes that are not really only said by anti-Dean peeps ? Obsessed with that incredible thesis and would love the added spice ❤

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I really try to respect other people’s opinions, and I believe there are a wealth of ways to interpret a story, and I think that’s a deeply beautiful thing. This applies to interpretations I don't agree with and outright dislike as well. That said, some opinions are simply and objectively bad, dishonest, and/or demonstrably false, and I truly do not believe you can sit down and honestly watch through the show with an open mind about all the characters, truly pay attention to what they do, say, and believe, and come to the conclusion that this show is about an evil manipulative abusive man terrorizing his pure and sinless brother and friend. It is an interpretation built from cherry picking facts to suit an ugly, miserable theory, making Mount Everest out of a bunch of the tiny mole hills, making the worst possible presumptions of feelings and intentions, and holding characters to completely different standards in order to neatly divide them into "abused" and "abuser" in a way that, frankly, fetishizes the abused person. I despise this interpretation of the story with every fiber of my being, and I have absolutely no respect for the opinion of anyone who peddles it, regardless of who they cast as villain/victim (because people have also done this with the others—it’s just more “popular” to do it with Dean... I mean... does anyone else remember how people were shitting on Sam after his emotional reaction in 14.12? Calling him an evil abuser? Because I do).

The thing that always gets me about this take isn't just how dishonest, unfair, mean-spirited, and compassionless it is in its treatment of Dean’s feelings, circumstances, and intentions... but how deeply reductive and offensive it is toward Sam and Castiel, sucking away their identities to turn them into effigies to mourn for their sad, Stockholm syndrome-esque attachment to their "abuser". Further, it grips the heart of the show—the relationship between Sam and Dean, and then the relationship among TFW as a whole—in a tight, uncompromising fist and pulverizes it. It literally rips out the heart of the show (the RELATIONSHIPS) and replaces it with something unprepossessing of any merit: A miserable, 15 years long story about a malicious abuser getting away with terrorizing those closest to him for his entire life, while his poor abuse victims suffer through until they die for him/happy to be reunited with him because they “don’t know any better” and never ever learned better, I guess. What a stupid, sad sack of a story.

Castiel is a thousands of years old celestial being who has literally beaten Dean into the pavement under no form of mind control, and has shown over and over again that he will do whatever the hell he wants, regardless of whatever Dean thinks about being sidelined. If he thinks whatever he is doing is in Dean's best interest, he literally does not care how Dean feels about it. He will nod and smile and then fly off and swallow thousands of souls with Dean begging him not to, shove Dean out of the way to attack the big bad, leave Dean alone in Purgatory, refuse to come out of Purgatory so he can self-flagellate, fly off with the angel tablet, help Sam with the Book of the Damned, let Lucifer possess him without anyone's knowledge or agreement, come into Dean's room under the guise of apologizing for ghosting him so that he can steal The Colt out from under his pillow and murder someone, decide not to murder that person and still prevent Sam and Dean from helping by knocking them both unconscious, get himself killed, make a deal to trade his life for Jack's and never tell anyone, hide information and worries and ignore phone calls, ghost Sam and Dean, and bicker and fight with Dean as if they are a married couple. Love sickness and feelings of worthlessness (which Cas has a wealth of reasons to feel—many of which aren’t even related to Dean but to his heavenly family) are reinterpreted as the result of some sort of constant, terrorizing emotional abuse. Power and authority that Dean does not actually have is forced into his hands by these fans. Maybe listen when Cas says, “Hey—not everything is your fault.” Maybe listen when he says “I loved the whole world because of you”, calls Dean a role model, says he enjoys their conversations, offers to die with him and dies for him multiple times. Maybe treat these feelings as genuine and valid and HIS and not as the delusions of some poor manipulated baby.

Sam is framed this way even more often than Cas, and it's a damn shame, because what I typically see is this: Sam’s development into a mediator and peacemaker is twisted and reinterpreted as coming from a place of weakness and/or fear. Rationality, maturity, wisdom, and compassion are not the traits of a scared, powerless child. They are the traits of a mature adult, who has been beaten down by life, and fought and raged against his circumstances, and somehow come out of it with more kindness and understanding and strength instead of less. He has made his own decisions whenever it was possible, within the set of circumstances doled out to him. From telling his dad to go fuck himself and going to college, to getting back into hunting to avenge Jess (NOT because of Dean—Dean took him home without complaint at the end of the woman in white case), to continuing to hunt after their father died because he wanted to feel close to him (Dean was actually weirded out and sort of disgusted by this), raging and fighting to save Dean from his deal against Dean’s wishes, continuing to hunt and working with Ruby (directly against Dean’s dying wish), drinking demon blood, jumping in the cage, leaving hunting to go be with Amelia, coming back to hunting to save Kevin, fighting with Dean over what he had with Amelia and threatening to leave if Dean didn't shut his mouth, leaving Amelia to go back to hunting (Dean ultimately suggests he go back to her—Sam chooses to stay), trying to kill Benny, demanding to be the one to do The Trials and saying he is going to SURVIVE them—that being the ENTIRE POINT, losing that resolve in a fit of depression but choosing to drop the knife, demanding space from Dean (and being given it), fighting to save Demon Dean who didn’t want to be found or saved, using the Book of the Damned against Dean’s wishes, telling Charlie that this is what he wants—that he used to want normal but now all he wants is to hunt with Dean and that he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he can’t have that, unleashing the Darkness in his desperation to keep Dean with him and even saying, “I would do it again” in the aftermath, saving the town being destroyed by Amara, getting into The Cage with Lucifer, leading a team against the British Men of Letters, nurturing Jack, punching Dean in the face when he was going to sacrifice himself, leading more hunters, wielding a gun against Chuck... and that’s just some highlights. Sam Fucking Winchester does not need your bullshit about him being some sad, scared, helpless baby lorded over by mean old Dean who has never let him do anything he wants.

Yes, in the text itself, there is jealousy and resentment at times, and there is legitimate and righteous anger on Sam’s part on a few occasions. There is blame cast on Dean by Sam for some of these choices/circumstances. Some of those moments where Dean is blamed are legitimate, and some of them... frankly, are not. Within the framework of the fucked up dynamics of the way they were raised, Sam and some fans bristle when they feel Dean is casting himself as the parent he is not, but Sam also has been guilty in the past of trying to reframe himself as Dean’s child when things got tough. Neither of them is responsible for the origin of that dynamic, but they BOTH have responsibility to change it, and they both, ultimately, succeed in doing so. For Sam, his part comes in recognizing and learning to fully own his own choices. Recognizing that he is not a child, and he is certainly not Dean’s child, and it isn’t just “Mummy—loosen the grip”, but Sam has to too—not claim independence only to blame Dean for his choices when his own decisions have an ultimate outcome he is unhappy with. That is a legitimate arc that Sam goes through imo, but he comes out the other side of it, and he and Dean relate to each other much better as peers from then on—and I’d like to note that throughout the entire series, when they don’t relate as perfect peers and teammates, it isn’t always Dean “bossing Sam around”, but Sam also trying to sideline Dean and yes—boss him around. And when they lied and hurt each other and yes, even manipulated each other, Dean most certainly wasn't always the one doing the lying and hurting and manipulating. Always, always, ALWAYS, they both had an understandable point of view, and it was complex, and you could understand why they made the choices they did, even if you thought of those choices as being wrong ones.

I also would like to point out (because this is basically what I see all of the time) that Dean being hurt by someone or simply voicing his feelings or opinion is in no way abusive or manipulative. Dean is certainly charismatic and loved and his returning love and respect is often deeply desired, but he is not an actual siren, who bends people to his will simply by speaking or being. People are, in fact, able to tell him “no”, and frequently FREQUENTLY do. Further more, no one is owed his affection, his unwavering loyalty, or his trust. He has a right to his boundaries, regardless of if it makes some poor sad sap feel deprived of the “wellspring of coveted love” while he works through things. He can be hurt and angry, and he can wear his heart on his sleeve at times, and he can be flawed, and broken. [Insert Castiel's speech from 15.18 here]. So can Sam. So can Cas. None of them are manipulating each other by virtue of getting angry, feeling hurt, being traumatized, needing space, or having differing opinions or feelings. Sam didn’t punch Dean in the face in 14.12 because he's a cruel, manipulative abuser trying to force Dean under his thumb. He didn’t work behind Dean’s back with Ruby, insist on doing The Trials, beg Dean to use Doc Benton’s alchemy, use the Book of the Damned to cure Dean, pump him full of blood to cure him of being a demon despite the fact that it might kill him, or scream at him and fight him for wanting to get in the Ma’lak box because he “doesn’t respect his autonomy” and “wants to control him” and “doesn’t respect his right to his own body”. He did it because he loves him desperately, and Dean could stand to fucking hate himself less, and he fiercely wanted Dean to live even when Dean didn’t want to or couldn’t picture what that could be like. He didn’t force Dean to do anything simply by opening his mouth to voice disagreement and swaying Dean when he did so. Now reverse that.

Cas didn't beat Dean into the ground in season 5 because he wanted to terrorize him into never going against Castiel ever again. He didn’t go behind his back dozens of times, sideline him, go MIA, all because he wanted to manipulate and control Dean and punish him. He didn’t throw sassy remarks at him to shatter his self-esteem. Now reverse that.

*Breathes*

Anyway, fuck "X is abusive” interpretations.

#being serious for 5 seconds #RANTING RANTING RANTING #spicy spicy ghost pepper extract #mail

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Part 3: Jack

(Part 1: Cas is here) (Part 2: Sam is here) - can be read as separate stories

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words: 5,4k | smr: Jack’s POV as Cas returned from the Empty / Heaven rebuilt | read on A03

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This is my little contribution for dadstiel week <3

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“Any thoughts?” I ask.

Castiel looks around. The room is empty. Light within the white walls and ceiling is flashing every few seconds. Heaven looks like abandoned office building after significant staff cuts.

“It’s so quiet here” he says. He looks despondent. “This place was so full of power and light. My brothers and sisters… If I knew it all will end this way…”

I come closer and touch him by the arm. This must be hard for him, I understand, but this is why we are here - to fix. This is why I asked for his help, who else can be a better adviser?

“This is not the end, don’t say it. We are here to make a new start”

He looks at me, and slowly his face eases from pain and regret. I know, he believes in me. Like always.

“Will you help me? I can’t make it without you”

He smiles, finally. It’s a warm smile, full of gratitude and love.

I made a right decision, now I’m sure, he is glad to help. But after all, he’s the one who taught me, that it makes you feel so much better, if you’ve got the opportunity to make things right.

“Sure, Jack” he nods. Then adds, quietly “Thank you…”

I smile back at him, I can’t hold it. This is going to be great! Energy fills me. We always have so much fun, working together, it feels encouraging to have him near. No matching ties this time, but it’s okay.

It’s good that time flows differently here. We got so much work to do… and when I will bring him back on Earth, it’s gonna be just a couple of days, I guess? At least I hope I won’t take us longer, I’m not sure I can handle another conversation with grumpy Dean. It’s hard to keep a straight face, when he’s like this. Yeah, I understand he’s worried and he doesn’t want to let Castiel out of his sight, but he’s gonna be with me. With ME, Dean! I need my father’s help with something, can I spend some time with him, too?

I’ve waited enough time for Castiel to feel better again. Until he’s strong enough after coming back from the Empty. All is well now.

All is good.

“Alright!” I clap my hands. “Where do we start?”

***

We walk empty corridors, discussing our strategy.

“Angels were supposed to be guardians, shepherds.” Castiel says. He’s calm and thoughtful. “We were born to protect our father’s creations. We are soldiers on guard of peace and prosperity. Not the blunt instruments of war.”

“I guess you are the only one who understands it right” I nod.

He is. He was bullied so often for having too much heart, it’s ridiculous. By the creatures, spoiled with pride, lust for power and profit. Where are they now?

“You’re too kind” he smiles humbly.

“I am the way I am, thanks to you. Thanks to our family.” It’s a simple truth, and we both know it. His smile grows, and he puts a hand on my shoulder.

The light is flickering again, but much more intense this time, walls are shaking.

“It’s getting worse…” There’s concern in Castiel’s voice. “I am amazed this place is still holding on.”

“Yeah. Not enough angelic power. I remember Dumah tried to make me create angels beings by forging human souls, to return Heaven it’s might.”

Castiel rolls his eyes, definitely not the best one of his memories. But hey, not my fault, anyway. Besides…

“They all are dead now. It was a bad idea.”

“Any manipulation with human soul is a bad idea. What was she thinking?” He seems to be still angry about that. And I fully support him, but the question stands.

“I don’t think we can rebuild it in any other way. Heaven needs angels, they are the essential source of it’s power.”

Shaking has stopped, the light is dim, but at least it doesn’t flicker anymore.

“I know”, Castiel agrees with heavy exhale. “How many are left there? Nine? Ten?”

“Eight” I purse my lips. “Seven up here, including Naomi, who’s still in jail”

“Still?”

“Yeah. Seems like no one likes her…”

“I can’t blame them” Castiel deadpans, and it makes me laugh.

“And Anael, she’s still on Earth”

“Oh, the famous businesswoman”

“Yeah.”

He gives me the look.

“Should we… talk to her?” I don’t want to, but I have to ask anyway.

“We should” he says unenthusiastically. “But…”

“Not now?”

“Not now” he agrees, squinting his eyes.

“Later”

“In the last place”

“When she will rethink her life choices”

“Absolutely” he nods again, dead serious.

I crack first and he follows immediately, it’s good to hear his laugh.

We keep snickering, passing the heaven rooms. Number 257, number 259… This corridor seems endless.

“You know,” I start. “When I first got here, I thought it looks more like a prison. Or! Like an aquarium for a goldfish!”

“Small tank for a single soul?” Castiel raises his eyebrow.

“Yeah! And people here are like a fish. You know, goldfish has a 3 seconds memory? It forgets everything, before it starts another round in it’s tank”

“Like people here, captured in never-ending loops of their best memories…” he continues my thought, musingly tilting his head. “Yes, exactly.”

“And they are happy. Mom looked happy, I think…”

“You’re not sure?”

“Would you be happy on your own forever? Even in your best memory?”

“They don’t feel like they are on their own, they exist within a moment of eternal peace.” He shakes his head. “But I got your point. They don’t have a freedom of choice, they don’t know it’s a loop. Goldfish souls…”

I stop. He looks at me, and I see the question rises in his eyes, along with the hope for the answer.

“Can we…”

“..give them the choice?”

We look at each other, knocked out with the idea itself.

“Jack… this… this is wonderful!”

“You think? This will make them happy? I mean, happy for real?”

“You know what…” his face is focused, he tries to remember something. “Actually, we can ask. Dean once told me about one friend of theirs. I don’t know him in person, he died before I met Winchesters. But he’s here, he broke the loop, and figured the way to travel between individual heavens.”

“Oh, I know! Ash!”

“Right... “He seems a little confused. “I have to get used to it. You know everything now. Of course, you know everything...”

***

Sure, we didn't break in right inside, we knocked on the door politely. Jo (I know, it’s her, she’s very nice!) opens the door.

“Cas??” She’s amazed, but her smile is so genuine, I like it.

“Hi, Jo” Castiel is surprised too, but he takes her attack hug very well.

“Mom!” She yells. “Mom, look who’s here!!!”

“Joanna Beth, quit yelling, for God’s sake!”

We enter the bar and see Jo’s mother. I never thought someone’s heaven can be an old bar, all smelled with beer and peanuts, but here we are. And I like the smell, actually. It fits very well.

“Castiel? Well, I’ll be damned!” She puts down the glass and walks out from behind the bar counter. “Come here, you feather ass!”

She squeezes him tight, but he’s okay with it, he looks very happy.

“Who’s the kid?” She nods in my direction.

“Hi, I’m Jack!” I smile and raise my bunch of fives in greeting.

“Yes, this is.. this is Jack. He is..”

“I’m new God”

“You’re… who?”

“…he’s WHAT?”

“It’s a long story.” Castiel purses his lips, as he alternately looks at Joe, then at Ellen. Their eyes are wide, but it makes them no less brave.

“Then sit and talk, we have all the time in the world here. And are we yearned for the news, you know.” Ellen beckons us to the counter with a nod.

“Sure” Castiel agrees. “But where’s Ash? We thought we’re gonna see him here, isn’t it his heaven?”

“It is” Jo sits on the stool. “Our looked exactly the same. And when he found us, we kinda decided to move. He got all his stuff here, and it’s easier to travel from this starting point.”

“So you travel between heavens too?” Cas asks.

“Yeah, but not so much as he does. It’s better to have such opportunity, then to be locked, anyway. I mean, we don’t complain, but…”

“We were shocked when we saw him first. But then he explained. A lot of things, actually, about how everything works here.” Ellen continues, putting four glasses of beer in front of us. She looks at me suspiciously. “How old are you, exactly?”

“Oh, I’m three”

Her eyebrows are high again, but Castiel just shakes his head.

“He can drink, Ellen. That’s okay”

“Oh yeah? And who are you, his dad?”

“He is!” I confirm. “Well, actually, my father is Lucifer, but Castiel raised me. Castiel, Dean and Sam”

Jo chokes on her beer and Castiel pats her back gently.

“I guess I have to explain a lot of things, too” he apologises.

“Please, give us a favour… And I think we’re gonna need something stronger here…” Ellen takes a bottle of tequila from the shelf. “Don’t worry, no hangover here”

Door slams loudly.

“Whooo! Look who’s back, ladies! I gotta say, Cliff Burton is a really nice dude in person. He…” A man in colorful mask and a gold cape runs inside the bar.

“Oh..” He freezes, looking at us. “A company?”

“Ash, this is Castiel and Jack. Guys…” Ellen smiles to us. “This is Ash”

***

I wander around the bar, eating salted peanuts. Really tasty, I like it. So many cool pictures on the walls, the pool table, music box. I think this place is awesome! Castiel continues his story, he’s somewhere near to the mark of Cain. Guys sit around and listen with genuine interest, I’ve lost count how many glasses they’ve had already. They cried a lot, they laughed, too. Of course. This is the most amazing story ever!

“So, we’re here with Jack to make Heaven a better place” Castiel finishes. “And we wanted to ask you about the travels between individual spots. Are you the only one who’s capable of that?” He looks at Ash.

“Well, I guess I am” He sounds so proud of himself, trying to hold back the burp. “I’ve never seen anyone else doing it, only me and my friends”

“And you can travel anywhere?”

“Mostly” he scratches behind his ear. “Some places cannot be located with my scanner. It’s not powerful enough, I assume”

“We can’t find dad” Jo interrupts. She looks sad. “We don’t know why. We even thought, that maybe… maybe he’s not here”

“Bill Harvelle is in Heaven, as far as I know” Castiel sounds concerned, looking at me.

“He is” I nod in confirmation.

“Well,” Ellen smiles bitterly. “Good to know”

We are silent. Suddenly Heaven is not a happy place at all.

“You know what’s weird?” She says. “We didn’t even think of him. I mean… We remembered him, sure. But we… Dammit, it’s so hard to explain! We were like in a bubble, before Ash came. A happy bubble, no regrets, no worries…”

“No thoughts. Just bliss. Perfect loop” Castiel follows.

“Totally” Jo agrees. “You know, all your life you believe, you’re gonna meet your loved ones here, someone you miss the most. And then it turns out you’re just being canned in a piece of your happy memory. And no one complains, because no one… acknowledges.”

“The more I listen, the more I am convinced that this place was created without the slightest consideration of the real needs of the human soul” Castiel sounds bitter, utterly disappointed.

“Because no one cared to listen” I’m sad too.

I know what my happiest memories are, they all are full with the people I love. Jo is right. Leaving people blindfolded is not an option, they deserve so much better.

“Well,” Castiel stands up from the stool.” Now we know, what our priorities are.”

“Looks like a lotta work, you guys need some assistance?” Ash drums his finders on his glass.

“Thanks Ash. We’re not sure yet, but if we will, we know where to find you.”

“You’re cool, and I like your hair very much!” I add.

Compliment makes Ash fidget in his chair, but he is pleased.

“Thanks! You both look cool too” he raises his eyebrows approvingly.

“Yeah, by the way” Jo bumps Castiel’s shoulder with her fist. “So unusual without your trench coat, much better now. Love the T-shirt!”

“Uh, yeah… thanks,” Castiel awkwardly fiddles with the zipper on his hoodie, I think his cheeks blush?

“Wait…is this… Dean’s?” Jo squints her eyes examining familiar print.

“Yeah, I umm… haven’t got a chance to buy a new clothes yet.” No doubt. He’s blushing. “So Dean just… um.. borrowed me some of his old.” He deliberately takes a gulp from his glass to cover his sudden shyness. I don’t understand why to be shy about this, but it’s none of my business. Harvelles quit their interrogation too.

“Now, where to next?” Castiel ask, as we walk out of the bar. He tries to fix his hair after particularly heartful goodbye hugs they gave him.

“Luchbreak?”

***

We sit on a roof of Chrysler building. It’s a room 566297335, this guy’s best memory is finally getting a promotion and moving to the bigger office with a spectacular view. All people are so different…

“So,” my mouth is a little too full with burger, but I’m too excited to chew slower. “Travels between the personal rooms?”

Castiel sips his coffee thoughtfully, his gaze is fixed on the horizon.

“Yes,” he nods carefully. “This concept is inspiring.”

He’s quiet for the moment. Fake New York is silent around us, no buzzing cars, no human voices, no wind. Still, it’s a beautiful decoration, never-ending spring sunset, coloring the streets with warm and soft orange palette.

“Among the many things I’ve seen for the past years being on Earth, purity of human soul enraptures me the most. It’s vulnerability and integrity. People are so fragile, so defenceless. Life is ruled by their emotions and feelings, and they live it in the eternal search for a soul that will make their own feel accepted as it is. And this... This is the most beautiful thing.” He looks at me, endless warmth and placidity in his eyes.

“You think, we really understand it? Human soul? You and I?”

He smiles.

“I don’t think it’s something that can be understood completely. I doubt that a person is able to understand their soul, not to mention the soul of another human being. But we can listen attentively.” He looks at me. “The least we can do, is be kind and do not confine anyone's freedom. We had a good teachers.”

“Yes… No more cells” I nod affirmatively.

“No more cells” Castiel agrees.

***

We’re in the white room, a map of old Heaven lays on the table and we keep studying it. Castiel rubs his eyes constantly.

“You know what, it’s too old school on paper, let me make a 3d hologram…” I click my fingers and it’s done. ”Better?”

Castiel blinks few times and comes closer to observe.

“Yes, way better! Thank you, Jack” he puts his hand on my shoulder, smiling at the new workspace.

“It’s still so… flat” He adds.

Indeed, Heaven looks like endless paper sheet, ripped out of squared notebook.

“Yeah…” I’m not impressed too. “I’ve always thought Heaven is much cooler place.”

“We should work on a structure” Castiel mumbles. “Now it’s just enormous amount of cells, each decorated in it’s own style. And if we want them to be connectable…”

“Maybe we should remove the walls entirely? Like, make one big space?”

Castiel blinks.

“We- can we do it?”

“Sure! We can make it look like anything we want. Like a Disneyland. Or a Death Star!

“I don’t think Death Star is acceptable reference here” Castiel tries to hold back his smile.

“Coruscant?” I may be overly enthusiastic over this idea, but why not?

“No.” He’s very gentle, but I got his point.

“Endor?” This is my last try, I promise.

“I was thinking maybe… Earth?”

“Oh!”

“Basically, we already have different parts here, from all the ages and territories. So, maybe we…”

“Yes! Combine them together!” This is so simple, I love it!

Cas is hesitant again, there’s a doubt on his face, forehead frowned.

“But won’t this cause a turmoil? The Earth has looked very different throughout it’s history. And each soul remembers it in it’s own way.”

“So? Time and space aren’t a thing here. We can create a collective image, a collective space. We won’t even have to make a large effort, people’s memories are our best designer. Our Heaven can consist of any number of layers. It already is! Remember Ash? He travels through Heavens from different countries and different eras. Nothing is impossible here”

“This.. this sounds so simple?” I can see, he slowly accepts the idea.

“Well, the concept is simple. But we definitely got a work to do.”

He smiles. Wide and inspired.

“It’s wonderful, Jack!”

“Yes. But the main question is, how many angels do we need to make it work?”

Castiel’s smile fade.

“Yes… Angels,” he exhales heavily.

“Cas..?”

He walks around the table and sits in the chair. He rubs his forehead, looking down on the floor, I cannot see his eyes.

“Castiel?” I come closer. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just… I understand, you can create angels now. From a scratch, like Chuck… God… used to. This is what you’re going to do?”

“Yes.” I nod. “In fact, they are going to be my first children”

I’ve thought about it. Not that I’m terrified with the responsibility, not that I have doubts. This is just… something absolutely new. Not even like bringing the entire population of Earth back. The creation. Pure.

“And I’m going to give the living ones their wings back” I smile. I hope this will bring back my father’s good mood.

He smiles, but I know he still blames himself for the angel’s fall.

“This is great, Jack, this is wonderful!”

“But, you’re sad?”

He’s quiet again. I guess I know what he’s thinking about now. But I wait… he’s gonna tell me himself.

“I just think… I keep thinking, if they would have been happy? To see Heaven, all new, peaceful and powerful. All my brothers and sisters, who…” He stutters, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. The names, so many names.

“Samadriel.” He continues. “Hanna, Kelvin, Ezekiel, Muriel, Inias, Nithael, Rebecca, Joshua, Sofia, Ambriel, Zuriel… even Anna. And all those fools, who followed Metatron… or Bartholomew. Poor ones, who got their brains washed by Raphael.” His voice is very quiet. “And… Balthazar”

“I think it would” I can feel his pain, it curls around him, pulls him into the abyss of regret. “I- I hope so… All I know is that they are sleeping now, they are at peace, Castiel. No more screams in the Empty”

“Yes. Yes, I know. I remember” He rubs his face, like he wants to clean the sadness off it.

“I’m sorry, Jack.” He tries to smile. “I shouldn’t be so…”

I put my hand on his shoulder, calmingly, softly.

“It’s okay, I understand.”

***

“Ready?” Castiel looks at me fondly, and I crack my fingers with much enthusiasm.

“Yes! Absolutely”

“Just make sure they are not… dicks” he gives me the look and I nod approvingly.

“Will do!”

My hands are warm, I can feel the power flows inside me. Concentrates in my fingers, making them tremble. It starts with soft glowing, eventually increasing into a stream of light, that gathers into a luminous ball between my palms. It turns and grows, and it shines so bright. The light within the walls and ceiling of the white room is flickering too, encouranging me to continue.

“Hello!” I smile and raise my hand in greeting. “Welcome to Heaven. You are my first angel”

Angel looks at me, confused and bewildered.

“I like him.” I smile at Castiel. “I’m gonna name him Luke!”

He just laughs, he doesn’t argue.

We got so much work to do today.

***

“HWW!” His face is pure smugness. He turns the screen of his homemade laptop for us to take a look, but honestly, we don’t seem to follow.

“Hw-w?” Cas tilts his head. “Is that a reference? I- I’m afraid, I don’t get it, Ash”

“Yes! HWW!” Ash repeats, but his smile slowly fades, as he understands that we really have no idea what he’s talking about. “Guys, come on! Really?”

He said this project is something extremely important and cool, and it will be the fundamental part of New Heaven. But we don’t get it.

“World Wide Web! But it’s Heaven, so its’ gonna be the Heaven Wide Web!” He raises his hands above his head and shakes them victoriously. “Ta-daa!”

“The… Internet?!”

“Yes!” He slams his hands on the desk and starts typing something on keyboard. “Okay, I was thinking... Every soul is unique, right? It has it’s own structure, vibe.. whatever. And it’s own individual number here, right?”

We nod.

“What if we use it like the IP-address? And each soul will get it’s personal access point to the general communication centre? Just imagine, you can connect with any person you want.”

“Like texting!”

“With emoticons?” Cas smiles.

“Exactly. Heavenly social media.”

“With profile page and cat memes?” I like this idea more and more.

“Anything we want!”

“But wait… how do we explain it to souls from the past eras?”

“Easy.” Ash winks at Cas. “People have invented millions of ways to communicate with each other since the beginning of time. We can stick with anything usual for each period. Like, Shakespeare won’t need to use a phone, pigeons will fly to him through the window, bringing the message. “Hey, William, I’m your biggest fan from 1978. Can I come for a cuppa tea to discuss The Merchant of Venice?” And some hairy dude, who lives in a cave, will see new petroglyphs appear on the walls. You get me?”

“Ash…”

“Yeah, I kinda came up with this long ago… You break into someone’s Heaven, and sometimes they’re not very happy to see you, they don’t know, what the hell is going on. I remember Jimi chased me around the room trying to hit me with his guitar, thought I was a particularly vivid hallucination…” he adds dreamily. “So yeah, it’s way better to be able to send a message first, you know? To be connected, in general. And if you guys gonna break all the loops…”

“Ash. You’re genius! You really can do this?”

He shakes his head, adjusting his luxurious hairstyle.

"Already wrote an algorithm”

***

“They are truly so full of light” He’s just finished his conversation with the last one of the newly created angels, and he looks contented, considering the peaceful smile on his face. “Jack, they are wonderful”

“Of course. I intended them to be like you.”

“Like…” his eyes widen in astonishment. “Like me?”

“Yes.” I say simply. “You’re the best example I know.”

I feel his emotions. They overfill him, shine with the sparkle in his eyes, brighten every wrinkle on his face, warm the air through his skin.

The light. The love.

“Guardians, shepherds.” I continue. “Born to protect the peace and prosperity. Not the blunt instruments of war.”

“Jack…”

“All with a little too much heart. But no one will ever call it a crack in their chassis”

***

It doesn't look like a decoration anymore. Now I know what makes Heaven a Heaven.

People’s emotions. Feelings of joy, security, serenity. Warmth of loving hearts. And freedom, of course.

We are standing on the top of the mountain, mesmerising view of all the work done lies in front of our eyes. Castiel takes the last piece of broken wall, lying in front of his feet, it fades and shrinks in his palm, until vanishes completely.

“That’s it” He smiles. “You did it, Jack”

“No,” I shake my head. “WE did it. I couldn’t have done this without your help and support. Without your faith in me. Thank you”

I mean it. Everything I did, everything I’ve become. Impossible without him.

“Thank you, father”

We hold each other, like we used to. I’m sure, this is not our last hug, but it feels like the most important one. I put all my love and gratitude, all my devotion into this embrace. I want him to feel, to know, how much he means to me, that nothing has changed in my feelings for him. He is my father. And forever will be.

Angels, new and old, stand behind us, their wings shine in the light, casting glare on grass and trees. Сalmness and confidence on their faces, they are beautiful in their might and purity. I did a good job, I must admit.

“And now” I say, pulling back to look into Castiel’s eyes “We deserved a little celebration, don’t you think?”

“Agree” he smiles.

I click my fingers.

It’s the familiar bar. We appear, and the air explodes with loud cheering noises.

“What…” Castiel starts, but gasps with amazement.

It’s a good company, it’s the part of our found family. I don’t know all of them in person, but I’m familiar with their stories, all so important and irreplaceable.

Red haired woman is the first one to attack Castiel with a hug.

“Charlie!”

“Hey, big guy!” She laughs, bumping his shoulder. “Looking good, bitch!”

“Yeah… I-“

He has no chance to finish, Kevin attacks him next.

“Kevin…”

“Okay, okay! Back in the line, kid. Have some respect for the elders!” Bobby pushes him aside laughingly, and he and Mary step closer for a hug.

Castiel is bewildered, I think he might cry, but he holds himself together good so far.

Pamela, Mick and Jimmy finish the circle of greetings. Jimmy looks a bit awkward, like he’s not sure, if he has the right to be here. This is weird. Sure he has!

“Cas looks a little strange without his trench coat, don’t you think?” I hear from behind. I smile to the familiar voice.

“Hi, mom…”

Her hands are delicate and warm on my cheeks, she’s beaming with love.

“Hey, baby”

***

Everyone’s busy with yelling their drink orders to Jo and Ellen, Ash turns on the music box, as if bar isn’t full with cheerful chatter and laugh already. Cas and Kelly are the first ones to get their drinks, and now they stand aside, chatting cordially with each other. My mom and my dad. I don’t interrupt, they surely have a lot to talk about. And I…

I need to talk with a mother, too. But not with mine. There she stands, my dearest friend and my biggest regret, my horrible mistake and undeniable fault. And she smiles to me.

“Hello, Jack”

I can’t speak, her voice made me numb. I just look, I keep looking into her blue eyes, trying to find an accusation in them, sorrow, at least, but I don’t see anything alike. She is smiling her softest smile.

“What, you’re not even gonna give me a hug?”

“Mary, I…”

“Oh, come here!” She pulls me closer and wraps her arms around me. Suddenly, words burst out from the inside, an endless stream of remorse and guilt.

“Mary, I’m so sorry! I am so sorry, I didn’t want it to happen… It was so terrible, and I… I didn’t mean to, but it was my fault. I…”

“Jack…” she tries to interrupt me.

“I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry! Can you ever forgive me?”

“Jack!” She holds me so tight. “Jack, it’s okay…”

“You deserved so much better, I’m so sorry…”

“I know.” She pulls back, looking into my eyes. “I know it was an accident. Please, stop blaming yourself…”

“But it was my fault!”

“Jack!” She cups my face with her palms, her voice is calm and soft. “I don’t blame you. So please, stop blaming yourself. It wasn’t even you, real you.”

The tight knot in my chest looses a little. I know her sons have forgiven me, but to hear it from her… it changes everything. I feel like I’m finally free.

“We all have our path, mine has led me here. And I regret nothing, Jack. I’m at peace, I am happy here.”

“But your sons…”

“I can wait” She smiles. “Now I know, we’re all gonna end up here. And now Heaven is just… perfect! Thank you for this.”

Castiel is standing next to her, I didn't even notice how he came up closer to us. Mary puts her hands on our shoulders, squeezing them firmly.

“Thank you both! And if you want to do something nice for me,” she raises her eyebrows, looking me straight in the eyes “…make sure Sam and Dean die of old age lying in their warm beds, okay?!”

Maybe my eyes are sparkling with tears, but I nod, smiling broad and confident.

“Of course!”

“Not so difficult, considering that there’s an angel looking over them” she winks at Castiel, making him smile softly.

“Oh, about that…” I interrupt.

“What?”

“I think… someone is tired of spending his time, being a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent”

“Jack…” Castiel is looking at me with a slight confusion on his face. “What are you…”

“You still haven’t asked for your wings back.” I say quietly.

He hesitates, I can see the uncertainty and worrying in his eyes.

“I.. I just thought…”

“Because you don’t feel like you need them anymore.”

He looks down.

“Castiel?” Mary’s voice is gentle and mild, she leans to him, trying to catch his eyes. I guess… she understands. “Remember… remember that one night? I just got back from the dead, and I was so lost. We bumped into each other, in the bunker?”

He rises his head, looking at her attentively.

“Yes”

“I asked you, about the Earth, when did it start to feel like...like you fit, like you...belonged there? Remember? And you said…”

“I'm still not sure I do.” Yes..”

She smiles.

“And now, after everything…? I know what you did, Castiel. For us, for our family, for humanity in general… and for him. Do you know now?… Do you belong?”

He looks at her with gratitude. His face lights up, as if the last piece of the puzzle has been found and snapped into place, making him complete.

“Yes. I do”

“Well,” she laughs warmly. “Growing old must be fun. I don’t know, I never did!” She kisses his cheek. “Tell them, tell my boys, I’m happy here, tell them, I don’t regret a thing, okay?” They hug, and he nods into her shoulder. “And tell him…” she whispers cheerfully into his ear. “…tell him, he’s lucky as hell!”

Castiel can’t hold back the smile, and his cheeks flush with joy.

“Okay. Promise!”

Mary squeezes him in her arms once more and pats his shoulder, before walk off with a widest smile on her face.

“Jack. I…” he starts.

“I know.” He doesn’t needs to explain anything.

“Your grace is still in the process of being restored, but if you want, it can just ... vanish over time” I shrug and I smile. “Growing old with someone is what people do, right? Humans.”

He rubs his eyebrow with a soft and quiet laugh.

“Yes, they do…”

“And you both gonna eventually end up here, you and him.”

“Not the worst option, I guess” He smiles.

He looks at all the people in this small wooden bar, their faces are full of joy, their laugh is light-hearted. Company broke into unexpected duos, like Kevin and Ash, discussing some technical stuff over Ash’s scanner, or Pamela and Mick sharing their theories on the matter of astral projections. This will be the the most popular spot in Heaven, probably. But now…

“Tell me when you’re ready to go back.”

“Yes. Only need to collect all the messages from everyone, to pass them to Sam and Dean personally. Probably, not only to Sam and Dean…” he waves at Jimmy.

“Of course! We have all the time in the world here”

“Yes,” he nods. “We’re not in a rush”

We’re not in a rush, father. Take your time, you deserve to spend it with people, who care about you.

Both on Earth and in Heaven.

You are loved.

***

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Supernatural Post-Mortem (1x12 - 1x15)

P, N and I discuss these episodes after the fact, because I didn’t make notes while we watched them. I don’t think I actually have any major warnings for our conversation about these episodes.

1x12 - Faith

Notes to self, as a reminder of what it was about: “Dean faith healed, reapers”

When I read these out to P & N, they both start making excited sounds and I join in because yeah, we all really loved this episode!!

N: This is when Dean nearly died saving kids, too. P&I: Is it? N: Yeah, at the beginning, when he got electrocuted! Another point for Dean is good with kids! P: A good boy!!

This is the episode where Dean’s life is saved when it’s traded for the life of the gay man. Me: So, like, Dean was given his heart! P&N: Ohhhhhhhhh. N: Aw, Dean has a queer heart. Me: I mean, we knew that already. N: Yes, but it’s surprisingly literal and I love it.

N says, “I think every time Dean tries to problem solve in an episode, there’s probably a simpler solution.” When he was in the tent trying to stop the faith healing from happening, he yells, fire, but he could have like ACTUALLY started a fire, which would have stopped the lady from hanging around and trying to continue killing the guy. Or he could have faked a heart attack, which might have made people doubt the whole faith healing thing.

P&N disagree with me on this, but I personally think the subtext of the villain in this episode trying to kill Dean when she realises he’s trying to stop her is that it’s because he’s queer. She doesn’t try to kill Sam, even when he’s trying to stop her just as much - she locks him in a basement and tries to reason with him about why his brother is an abomination. (Ofc I do tend to think Sam is queer too, but maybe she hasn’t figured that out).

I generally loved the lady who had a brain tumour in this episode. It was really powerful to set her up as, like, complicating the narrative of “We have to stop these healings from happening”. It’s not wrong but she kind of shows why it’s not that simple, there’s always a cost even to doing the right thing. She also feels like one of the first ladies Dean actually had a real connection with, their - maybe romance? maybe friendship? whatever it was - really worked for me.

N says they loved how the reaper was super keen to kill the lady who’d been controlling him. “I mean, I would be too. I don’t wanna go around murdering queer people!” P agrees. “Right? I love queer people.” I would definitely rather murder homophobes instead.

1x13 - Route 666

Notes to self: “Cassie, Racist Truck”

P: Oh! I loved Cassie! N & I agree. Cassie was great.

I actually did start making notes from this episode while we watched but I never finished them. Here’s what I had: --Dean says he was called by a friend who really wouldn't have called if it wasn't urgent. Me: "That sounds like an ex" --It's Cassie! I'm excited to meet her! --P, N & I agree Cassie is a babe and we're excited to see how Dean fucked this up

N says, “It might have been me reading too much into it but I actually thought this episode was a pretty solid commentary on race.”

N: I really thought that, despite the entirety of supernatural handling race about as well as a greased football, this episode had a solid multiple-layer analogy for the way racism, historically and currently, expresses itself across communities and generations. the analogy goes as far as making it clear that the instigating incident that prompts the angry, racist resurgence is done by a white dude, but that he is shielded from the initial backlash and consequences while the revived racism starts out targeting tangentially-related black people instead--something that definitely happens irl. It also makes it clear that a) racism is something you have to actively examine and purge, sometimes multiple times, b) it is not over even when the racists are dead and its spectre lurks amongst our communities and, most importantly, c) respectability politics are junk and sometimes you have to help cover up a racist’s murder

P says that they love that the white dude was a cop but, like, actually a good cop. Again, because of the covering up racist murder.

I’d like to emphasise that I loved the way that Dean and Cassie’s relationship was portrayed. It turned out it was actually not entirely Dean’s fault that this fell apart. I mean, I personally think he should have lied to her until he was able to come back and then told her the truth, so she wouldn’t think he was coming up with a bizarro lie to leave her, but also like... He was trying to be honest, he wanted to really connect with her, and I have a lot of feelings about that.

I’m sad that Dean and Cassie aren’t going to work out in the long run but I understand why. Would have been cool to see her again, though.

I just want you all to know that through a very, VERY meandering conversation, we now have N and P arguing over whether octopi or alligators have the perfect body. N: Sack! Tentacles! Beak! P: SCALES AND TEETH. N: I’m just saying that the number of problems you can cause as an alligator is kind of limited. All you can do is bite things. P: That’s all you need!!!! We’ve declared the conversation a draw for now but they’ve promised (threat) to come back to it later

Also N is now looking at Giant Squid fanfic and keeps announcing things like “There’s a whole tag for ‘Dubious Consenticles’??” and “SQUIDITCH”

None of this is related to Supernatural but it IS very funny.

1x14 - Nightmare

Notes to self: “Sam’s visions, telekinetic abuse victim gets revenge”

N says, “This was just fucking intense, if I remember” and P says, “Yeah, it was scary.”

N says they saw the guy’s death coming as soon as it was revealed it was him committing the murders. Basically, Sam and Dean couldn’t have trusted a rehabilitation arc without being directly involved and the nature of the show is that they couldn’t have been directly involved.

We understand why the episode played out the way it did but we wish it handled it differently. We were all 1000% on the telekinetic victim’s side and fully supported him murdering his abusers. I remember when we were watching it, being, like, horrified by the things that happened to his dad and his uncle and then when we found out the truth about how they were abusing him we were like “Oh, yeah, warranted.” We do think the mother was probably abused too and that’s why she didn’t step in to stop anything. Still understandable that he can’t forgive her, though.

My main thing I’d like to say about this one is that I love Sam connecting with the other people who’ve been affected by the yellow-eyed demon (in later episodes too) I would really, really love more of that tbh, I want him to form a network. I love how much he understands and relates to this kid, and how hard he tries to save him.

I also love the part where seeing a vision of Dean in danger allows him to use telekinesis too. We’re in the middle of s2 now and we haven’t seen that again and it’s a shame!!! I want more of that!!!!

P says xer mad the show dropped Sam’s telekinesis stuff too. “In a later episode, Sam says he gets visions but other people get other things, and it’s like, ‘No! Buddy! You have more than that!’” N says it would be cool if they set it up so that Sam’s powers, in addition to getting visions about the other people like him, included being able to use their same powers when he’s near them. Like the episode later on where a guy can use mind control?? Instead of just being immune, wouldn’t it have been rad if Sam could do that too?? KILLER.

1x15 - The Benders

Notes to self: “THE MOST DANGEROUS GAME. Sam in a cage.”

P: OH YEAH, this was the one that wasn’t even like -- N: It was just people. P: Yeah, it was just dudes being dudes.

I very much enjoyed this episode. N agrees. I think P is distracted typing something on xer own computer. N says, “It wasn’t as fast paced as some of the other ones but it was fun.”

N: I have thoughts about the way they handled the cop killing the head of the family. I feel like he was already cartoonishly evil--to make him openly sneer in the cop’s face about her dead brother and hunting ppl as an in-the-moment justification for killing him seems... almost cowardly? he was an irredeemable human-hunter who raised an entire family to hunt ppl in the woods. that’s enough justification! i think viewers should get that. you don’t need to make him have a rude snarky one-liner to justify his death. commit to ‘some humans are Bad’ properly! P: I have thoughts about the little girl. She was weird and creepy and I didn’t like it. I think my major issue with her was that she was a child, who was used as a twist to be the worst one of the family, which is so overdone. We get it, kids are creepy. And also, given that the rest of her family - her dad+uncles/brothers(??) and her grandpa/dad(??) - were murderers, implied cannibals, and general all around awful people, she’s more likely than not a victim of abuse. So I think portraying her as the worst of them all is callous at best, highly problematic at the worst. Get her therapy and away from the people that call themselves her family. Anyway, it boils down to that I think it’s overplayed, and I wish she had a happier path than “Oh, she’s so creepy!!!!”

I love N & P’s really interesting and coherent thoughts but I have to be completely honest that 90% of my thoughts about this episode were like “Mmmmmmm, Sam in a cage” and later “Mmmmmm, Dean tied to a chair.” The other 10% was me having emotions about Dean being desperate to find Sam. Don’t let that undercut the extent to which I loved the episode though. I really loved this episode.

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writtenpreferences · 5 years

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Listening Is Hard Pt. 2

ok wow so im a piece of shit who apparently never has a good idea ever!! but this has been a long time coming. @girl-next-door-writes, @feelmyroarrrr, @deanscherrypie, @i-live-for-laughter-and-love , here ya go boos.

Part 1

He looked at you different since that day. It was a subtle difference, but you could tell. People don’t just blurt out the things you did and get away with it. Crazy things happen everyday, but not this.

Anyway, there was a tension between you and Sam, one that definitely wasn’t there before, but the energy radiated off of him, not you. Unfortunately, you’d grown accustomed to dealing with awkward things happening and moving past them (see, having to stab your vampire neighbor or asking your mom to teach you how to work a tampon in the sixth grade). It was life.

But you hated that this was life at this exact moment. Because you hadn’t stopped thinking about Sam in that way since that night. Which was months ago. Alone time hadn’t been necessarily granted to the both of you; a string of serial werewolf attacks sent the trio on a cross country road trip that lasted more than three weeks. And after that was an exhausting amount of shitty hunt after shitty hunt. It was hard to admit, but a funk had landed on the group.

You were tired, to say the least. You wanted to quit. But these boys never heard that word before. But a compromise had been reached: you checked into a nice-ish hotel for the weekend, one with an indoor pool, and you wouldn’t leave that hotel save for lunch and dinner (continental breakfast was included). It was as close as a break the boys could promise you.

The first day was spent sleeping, and you weren’t ashamed. Apparently, the boys had come in twice through the door that connected your adjoining rooms and you hadn’t moved a muscle.

Saturday, you woke up too late for breakfast, but the boys had left you some leftover pizza from yesterday’s dinner. There was also a note on your bathroom mirror. Dean was out and Sam was on the third floor at the pool.

You brushed your teeth and switched from your sleeping shorts into lounging ones, sliding your flip flops on and heading to the elevators. You didn’t have a swim suit, this wasn’t camp after all, but no hotel staff actually made sure you were wearing the appropriate swimming attire anyway.

When you entered the pool area, you thought it empty. A second look around gave you the chance to catch the door in the far left corner that led outside. You walked along the floor to ceiling windows, craning your neck to see if you could see Sam anywhere. Once outside, you rounded the corner, where you found Sam horizontal on a pool chair, a book open on his stomach, his head tilted to the side, mouth agape in sleep.

You plopped down on the chair next to him, on your stomach, kicking your flip flops off as you crossed your feet at the ankles.

You stared at him for a little, not having the heart to wake him up. He really was beautiful. God, that sounded so corny, but you couldn’t help what you felt towards him. All this time, you suppressed your emotions for what? For the sake of the hunt? You were allowed to want him.

He blinked away, and you blushed, embarrassed that you got caught staring at him. “Hi,” you said softly. “Hi,” he replied, his voice hoarse with sleep. He cleared his throat. “How long have you been out here?”

“Only a couple minutes. Ten maybe. You go swimming yet?” You asked, sitting up. He shook his head before running his hands through his hair. “Are you going to?”

“I don’t have a suit. Really, I was just going to hop in like this,” you gestured to your present state.

Sam cracked a smile, reaching for his book.

“Where’d Dean go?” You ask, not really caring, trying to keep his attention on you.

He puts it down and shrugs. “Not sure. He said he’d be gone a while, but he’d be back with dinner.”

“Oh that’s not concerning at all,” the two of you laughed for a second before the energy fell flat again. Being alone with Sam was sending your mind scurrying for anything that would capture his attention long enough, and you could feel him trying to be nonchalant about you two but the air vibrated with...something.

You couldn’t take it any longer, so you stood, slapping your thighs in the way only dads do when they’re ready to go. “Welp, I’m.. I’m gonna... swim?” you asked pathetically, not really confident in your choice. You avoided looking at him and turned, heading for the pool.

Later, you went back up to the room together, you wrapped in a towel, him silent. Not a single word was exchanged. You wanted to slap yourself for being so damn weird with him. Together, you entered through the room the brothers shared.

You head for the door that connects your room to his but he catches your arm, pulling your back.

“How can you say that?” He asks, and that’s when you confirm it’s been bothering him just as long as it’s been pestering you.

“What?” You say, though, acting dumb. “(Y/N), come on.” By this point, the two of you are standing relatively close and your mind flashes back to high school, and how couples would stand in the hallway. What was it about Sam that triggered your juvenile memories?

“You’re a really handsome fellow,” you say, carefully treading the waters. “I’m sorry for being human.” You move towards the door again. He lets you get further this time, but then he’s standing in front of you, blocking the door.

“I’ve thought about it too,” he says slowly as if he’s still considering what he’s going to say. “I know Dean has too, but c’mon. i just never thought you’d...Humans...” He can’t finish his train of thought, he’s so flustered. You’re red too, you can feel it. That doesn’t stop you from stretching up on your toes and pressing your lips to his softly.

It doesn’t take long for him to return the kiss eagerly. He wraps his arms around your waist, and you feel him bend his knees to do so. You try to pull back a little. “You’re gonna get wet,” you mumble, but he’s already tugged your towel off your shoulders and is pulling you to him. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself closer to him.

His hands found themselves under your damp shirt, clutching you tightly and you felt like you couldn’t get close enough to him. He walked you backward to the bed, where you sat down, your hands falling at his hips to look at him. He looked down at you, moving some wet hair behind your ear. You pressed your cheek into his palm, basking in his soft affection.

It wasn’t long, though, before you moved your hands to the front of his jeans, undoing the buttons and pulling the zipper down. Sam’s moved back to your hair once he realized what you were doing, tightening a little in anticipation.

You reached into his boxers, pumping him a little bit before exposing him to the air. You looked up at him as you lowered your head, bringing your mouth slowly over the head. You didn’t put him fully in your mouth, just teasingly played with the head, bobbing only a little. His breathing was growing shorter and despite his best efforts, soft little mews escaped past his lips at your agonizingly slow movements.

Once you felt you had been mean enough, you let him deeper into your mouth, and he immediately pushed his hips forward, forcing him deeper in your mouth. You concentrated, trying to take as much of him as you could, swirling your tongue around him as you slid him in and out of your mouth.

His breathing was more ragged and he seemed to involuntarily push your head down; he was close. He seemed to think so too, because he hastily removed himself from your mouth and pushed back on the bed. As you sat up on your elbows, he ditched his shirt, throwing it onto the floor. He stepped out of his jeans, sliding out of his boxers.

You lifted your back up, going to wiggle your shorts off your hips. Sam leans over and helps, sliding them down your legs. You throw your shirt, not caring where it lands, instantly reaching for Sam again. You crave his lips against yours, to feel him pressed up against you.

His skin is soft, so soft, and you find yourself running your hands up and down his bare back as he kisses you.

He moves a hand down between you, rubbing you slowly through your panties. You push against his hand and find it extremely hard to resist the urge of bucking against him. His lips move from your lips to your cheek, jaw, neck, down, down, down to that place in between your legs. His long digit moves your underwear aside while his mouth kisses from your clothed pubic bone, down to your open wetness.

When the heat of his mouth touches you, you let out a wispy breath, your hands falling lifeless to your side. It’s soft and smooth, the way he runs his tongue over your folds. The way you glisten on his upper lip when he looks up at you is enough to send you over the edge.

“Sam,” you whisper, not sure if you’re calling out for him, or encouraging him. He grabs the top of your panties and pulls them down your legs. He runs his hands under your legs until he gets to your hips, pushing them up as he settles between you legs. He places your legs on his shoulders, slowly working on you.

It doesn’t take long until he’s worked your clit to the point of your climax and you’re right there but then he stops.

You barely have time to protest before he’s over you, looking down at you. One hand is still on you, his thumb rotating slowly over your clit while another moves up and down on himself. He looks up at you and before he can even ask, you’re already nodding.

“I want too.”

“Are you sure? What if...”

“It’s too late. We’re already different,” you assured him, smiling softly at him. Sam nods, agreeing, before he readies himself.

You aren’t going to lie: it had been a while and there was a reason you hadn’t taken him all in your mouth. “Oh,” you gasped, one hand balling the sheets into a fist, the other reaching upward. It hovers there between you and Sam, as if you were reaching for him. You decide to drop it, over your face as you take in Sam stretching you.

Sam is moving slowly into you and that alone is sending you flying. You turn to look at him, cupping his face in your hands. You can’t say anything; you just breathe, looking into Sam’s eyes.

“Baby,” he moans quietly as he starts to rock his hips against yours. Your silence is broken as you let out a soft moan against his neck. He fills you up and you don’t know how long this can last for either of you.

You wrap a leg around his waist, pressing him to you as you meet his strokes. “Oh, (Y/N),” he whispers into your ear, nibbling at your lobe and kissing downwards.

“Sam, please.” You cry, nearing the edge again. He knew just the way to rock against you, and you caught yourself raking your nails down his back as you climbed higher.

“I’m gonna-”

“Fuck.”

You came first, mewling his name out through the blinding white of your orgasm, rocking against him.

He pulled out of you quickly, and his hot cum landed in a glaze over your tummy. “Fuck.” Sam muttered, falling over you on his elbows. His forehead pressed against yours as you both waited for your breathing to go back to a steady pace.

He stood, walking into the bathroom and snagging a towel off the counter.

As he cleaned you off, his soft smile turned into a smirk. “You going to be able to listen now that I’ve fucked you?”

You burned crimson, smacking him gently with a pillow.

“It might take some more time to learn,” you teased, his head whipping up from his wiping.

Before anything else was spoken between the two of you, there was whistling outside. You grabbed your clothes and dashed across the suite into your room, only turning to give Sam a quick wink before you shut the door closed.

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Huntress-Part 15: Ramsey

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E15 so warning: SPOILERS

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The boom of the Bunker door followed by the footsteps on the stairs down made you lose your train of thought. Despite your headphones in, you still managed to hear the echo in the halls of the building. You took an earbud out and looked up from your laptop. The moment your Dad and Uncle walked in the room the smell hit you. You grimaced.

“Hey, kid.” Uncle Dean greeted, heading for the chair opposite you. “If you sit down I might actually kill you.” You warned, your eyes flickering between the chair and his confused face. “I’m sorry?” “You reek of...I don’t even wanna know. It’s minging, so take a shower and then you can sit down.” You ordered.

Dad chuckled, “Hello to you too.” Thankfully, he was at least dressed in what appeared to be clean clothes and had very few traces of monster on him. Whereas Uncle Dean was plastered in blood, flesh and other substances you weren’t going to jump at the chance to find out what they were.

Uncle Dean, still unsure of what to say, gave you a funny look. You smirked, looking back over to your Dad who’d just gotten a notification on his phone. “Found another case.” He declared. “That was fast.” Uncle Dean huffed. ‘Too fast’ You thought to yourself, but said nothing.

“Yeah I got a series of alga-rhythms to go through a filter of newspapers and-” He stopped, noticing Uncle Dean’s blank face before sighing “The computer told me.”

“Man, monsters and porn. Is there anything they can’t do?” “I’m sure they’d have how to wash yourself on there. Try wikihow.” You sassed, still very aware of the stench. “Y/N’s right, you’ve got pieces of ghouls and wraiths stuck on you...I think there’s some siren in your hair.” Dad’s face scrunched up in disgust when Uncle Dean flicked it away from himself. “I’ve got babywipes in the car-” You shared a look with your Dad. ... “-I’ll go take a shower.”

You watched as he ambled down the stairs, finally cleaning himself up. When you looked over at your Dad you can’t help but laugh. “You know, I think he’s kinda scared of you?” Dad chuckled. “Hopefully.” You giggled. “You coming on the Hunt?” He asked, perching on the table. You glance at the floor for a second “Yeah...why not.”

“So,” Uncle Dean began explaining before him or his brother had properly gotten back into the Impala. “The survivor seems to think she was attacked by an invisible wolf.” “Like uh...” You racked your brain “A hellhound?” “Exactly.” “We think so.” Dad butted in, making sure nothing was set in stone.

“So the guy made the deal right?” You asked. You locked your phone and slid it into your pocket, turning your attention fully on the front seats. “Yep.” “So why did it attack the girl?” “We don’t know...”

You sat back and thought through the information,, mapping out the ideas in your head. “So,” You began, grabbing their attentions “your plan to retrieve any useful information from her is to lie to her?” You tilted your head, hoping the fact that you’d outlined the plan made it seem as bad as it was. Uncle Dean nodded slowly, his face unconvinced. “It’s better for her, it’ll help her sleep at night.” Dad protested. You shrugged “No offence...but it wouldn’t for me. People want closure.” “Thank you! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell him!” Uncle Dean agreed, his head turning slightly to face you, but his eyes remaining on the road. “We’re trying this. End of.” Dad huffed. “Well...Good luck.” You shook your head with disbelief, watching as you pulled up outside the survivor- Gwen’s place.

By far the worst part about not being able to convincingly disguise yourself as a FBI agent was the waiting around. You were patient, so the actual process itself was bearable, it was the not knowing everything. Every single time your Dad would briefly run through what happened and you’d know full well it wasn’t the half of it. You threw your head back, staring up at the ceiling of the car. It wasn’t very interesting, but it was a change from the steering wheel. That was when your phone buzzed, saving you from your thoughts. You glanced down, watching it move slightly as it vibrated on the empty seat beside you. “MICK” You sighed. What could he possibly want?

“Yeah?” You mumbled, holding it up to your ear. “It was good to see you.” He began, making you cringe from his small-talk attempt. “Mick,” You broke him from his words before he started ranting more nonsense “What do you want?”

“Your Dad,” He began, pausing to see if that had gotten your attention. Annoyingly- it had. “Was asking about your Mum...and Max.” “...okay?” You decided to bite. “He seemed to have it in his head that the British Men Of Letters killed em for no good reason.” You stayed silent. “Something tells me you haven’t told your Dad the full story.” Still, you said nothing. “Are you trying to make us look bad?” If anything, Mick sounded more offended than angry. “I’m trying,” You paused “I’m trying to not make Mum look bad...or Max.” “You won’t.” His voice went surprisingly softer. “Becky went rogue.” You twitched a little at the use of “Becky”. “I know.” You snapped. “And Max...well you know that too.” He sighed, perhaps empathising for once.

“Yeah I do. So what’s your point?” You were losing the will to live with how vague people were being. “If the possibility of working with us again, as part of the American Hunters became more than just a possibility..would you be willing?”

You paused...would you?

You wouldn’t outright say no. But you also wouldn’t be keen on saying yes...What would your Dad think if you suddenly wanted to work with them...what about Uncle Dean? You saw how they reacted to Mary’s alliance with them and that didn’t exactly go swimmingly...

“Y/N...you still there, love?” He asked, sounding genuinely concerned. “Yeah I’m here...” “Well? Would you be up for it?” “I don’t know...it depends on Dad...and Uncle Dean...I can’t just keep switching sides that’s not fair on anyone.” “Well, speaking of your Dad-” Mick sounded like he had a lot to say,but you barely had time to take in his words when you noticed your Dad and Uncle exiting the house. “Gotta go.” You quickly spoke into the microphone before hanging up. Whatever he had to say could wait, there was no way you were getting into another awkward conversation.

They opened the doors to Baby, looking defeated. “How did it go?” You asked, double checking that you’d hung up. “How do you think?” Uncle Dean raised an eyebrow, “At least we tried, it could have gone worse.” Your Dad was trying his best to find a silver lining, which was sweet in it’s own strange way. “So uh...” You looked out of the window, noticing Gwen, the girl who’s survived, by the window of the house “now what?”

If someone had a plan of what to do it wasn’t needed as a cry for help erupted. Sharing a look of worry, the three of you sprang into action. You grabbed your handgun and sprinted after Dad and Uncle Dean. Gwen’s screams of fright grew louder as you turned the corner, aiming your guns up. You and Uncle Dean took aim and fired in the direction of the growling. A yelp sounded, followed by the nearest window smashing. It must have legged it.

Everyone sat down, it wasn’t awkward necessarily...just a little strange. “Okay...what the hell is going on.” Gwen asked. She had every right to. You looked between your Dad and Uncle, who spoke up “That was a hell hound.” “A what?” “It’s a giant dog hound thing from hell.” “I’m um...” She ran a hand through her hair “Guessing you guys aren’t cops.” You could tell she was aiming that one at you. “No...”Dad shook his head “My name’s Sam, that’s my brother Dean and this is my daughter Y/N. We hunt monsters.” “So wy did you tell me Marcus got killed by a bear?” Gwen interrogated. “His idea.” You and Uncle Dean say at the same time, making you smile a little. “’Supposed to make you feel better.”

Dad rolled his eyes, he clearly still thought he was right. Then he adjusted his position to face Gwen, “Hellhounds will only come after people if they’ve sold their soul...have you-?” “No!” “Would Marcus have?” You asked, trying to cover all the possibilities. “No! Never...” “Are there any other reasons?” You asked, turning to look at your Dad. He shook his head, narrowing his eyes in thought. Gwen wasn’t lying as far as you could tell so you were lost for ideas. “Well we all know one person we could ask.” Uncle Dean said reluctantly. You realised where he was going with this- Crowley. The King Of Hell. Marvelous.

He took out his phone and held it to his ear: “Yeah yeah look I get that you’re still upset....It was Gavin’s call...we’ve got a situation...hellhounds! Crowley, one of your mutts is going after people who haven’t made a deal...” You watched them go back and forth, trying your best to fill in the gaps as you only heard Uncle Dean’s half of the conversation.

The King of Hell himself appeared, both him and your Uncle still with their phones in their hands. He hung up, taking in his surroundings briefly. “You miss me?”

“Not really.” You mumbled, making him frown.

After explaining your case he leant his head back before sighing. “This isn’t a Hellhound this is the Hellhound.” “Which means?” Dad pressed, leaning forward in his chair. “After God said let there be light he also made other creatures...inluding Hellhounds. They were too vicious however, so he planned to have them all put down. Until our favourite fallen Angel rescued one. A pregnant bitch names Ramsey.” “And you can’t control her.” You deducted, noticing his face become slightly more stressed as he went. “No one can, Mouse. Only Lucifer.” You raised an eyebrow at the nickname. Gwen looked shocked “As in the Lucifer?” “Yeah, but he’s locked in a cage.” Uncle Dean explained briefly, no doubt creating more questions. “Oh...” She tilted her head “Good.” “So,” Uncle Dean nodded “Why’s this Ramsey after Gwen?”

“You tell me.”

Everyone turned to look at Gwen who sunk in her chair, trying her best to think back with such pressure. “Uhm...Well...I did uh, hit it with an axe when it attacked us.” You smirked a little, liking the idea of a Hellhound being hit round the face with an axe.

“Well then. We kill Ramsey or she eats her.” Crowley nodded to Gwen “Fun.”

You shared a look with your Dad, both thinking the same thing no doubt. “We?” “I have a reputation to keep, Moose. It’s no good people thinking I’m not in control. Besides, that bitches head on my wall would look rather fetching.”

“Well Hellhounds are invisible...” Uncle Dean began to explain while he took out the correct equipment from the boot “Unless you wear a pair of these” he held up a pair of glasses “made with holy fire. Or unless you’ve sold your soul and one is coming after you.”

“Me and Crowley are gonna go see if we can catch up to this thing. You stay with Sam and you’ll be safe.” “Okay.” Gwen nodded and got in to the shotgun seat. “You staying, kiddo?” Uncle Dean asked. “Yeah why not.” You shrugged, aware you didn’t have any glasses. But hey, what could possibly go wrong, right?

“Take care of her.” “Of course, Dean. Look, even if Ramsey manages to-” “You’re talking about the car aren’t you?” You broke the conversation. “Of course you are.” Dad shook his head. “Just imagine she’s uh, a beautiful woman.” “Oh God.” “A beautiful, beautiful woman.” “Stop.”

“Shut up.” Uncle Dean was beginning to lose his temper at Crowley, who repeated what he said in a deep American accent: “Shut up.” “I mean it.” “I mean it.”

“Oi!” You scare the pair of them into silence “Shut it.”

“Yes, Mother.” Crowley joked. “Do I look like a Scottish redhead to you?” You snapped, making him smirk slightly. “Who knew you’d be hunting with us, huh Crowley?” Uncle Dean asked, enjoying how superior he felt. “I’m maintaining my reputation.” “You even saved Cas.” Uncle Dean pointed out. “Only to stop the three of you moping about like old school girls.”

“Maybe we’ve rubbed off on you.”

“Or perhaps I’ve rubbed off on you.”

“Hold on, this way.” Uncle Dean gestured for you to follow.

You held a torch up, becoming aware of your blade in your back pocket. Just in case you needed it. You follow on, watching the torch light expose the sawdust as it floated about innocently. The beam followed a trail of tracks and dried blood until falling upon a body. The corpse was a few days old, he had rivers of dried blood branching into streams as they traced his bones. His skin and clothes were ripped to shreds where the claws and teeth had attacked him. You grimaced “So she dragged him back to her...” You tried to think of the right word “den?” “Looks like it. But she’s not here now.” “Maybe she’s gone for more...food? Do Hellhounds even eat...” You trailed off, glancing around as though it would help you decide what to do next.

Staring down in horror at his car, Uncle Dean threw his hands up in the air with frustration “This is why you don’t drive!” You rolled your eyes. “So...it’s over?” Gwen seemed uncertain. She’d been through a lot. “Yeah.” “Thank you.” She smiled. To everyone’s surprise and to Crowley’s disgust she hugged him tightly. You stifled a laugh at his face, watching him try not to squirm in her arms.

“Must be going.” Crowley cleared his throat when she let go.

“Crowley, wait a second!” Dad put his hand up, stopping Crowley in his tracks. “Thank you.”

You follow your family down the steps of the Bunker, your backpack feeling more heavier now than it wasn’t before. Still, you didn’t say anything. Dean picked up his buzzing phone “Cas, what’s up?” “I’ve got a lead on Kelly. She’s with Daegon, Prince Of Hell.” “What do we know about him?” “Actually it’s a her. And not much...only rumours and whispers.” “Okay well let us know if you find anything.” “Of course.”

You slid your backpack off your shoulders and put it on the floor, stretching slightly and sighing. Dad’s phone then went. “Your computer talking to you again?” Uncle Dean chuckled. Smiling a little at the comment, you were more concerned about Dad’s expression. “No it’s uh...Mick Davis.” Immediately you looked up. Why would he be calling your Dad? Was it the same reason he called you? Was he just feeding lies to the pair of you?

“Listen, Dean...Y/N...I don’t have some computer programme feeding me cases. Every job for the last 2 weeks have all come from the British Men Of Letters.”

You didn’t know what to say. Is that why Mick had called you? Was he planning on telling you about this? Does this mean your Dad would be okay with everyone working together...would you be okay with that?

“Dean, I know you hate them and Y/N I know you’ve got a past with them-”

“No, Sammy. We hate them.”

“They’re saving people!”

“They killed your daughter!” Uncle Dean shouted, reminding you more than your Dad.

“Well...Mick said they had a very good reason...Y/N I knpw you find it hard to talk about but-” “They did have a good reason. It just wasn’t their place to do it. So stop talking about it.” You warned, glaring at the pair of them. You didn’t care what they thought, you were too angry having to constantly be reminded about your sister, let alone your Mum.

“I shouldn’t have lied...I’m sorry.” Dad calmed down, his voice back to a more softer tone. “Okay.” Uncle Dean nodded. “Okay?” Dad echoed. “Do I like it? No. Do I trust them? Hell no. But we work with people we don’t trust all the time. So I’ll bite, but the second something feels off. We bail.” “Of course.” Dad nods.

Two heads turn to face you, both expecting you to provide some sort of input no doubt. You didn’t know how to feel. You were obviously upset that your own Father had lied to you...but hadn’t you lied to him? You weren’t sure whether or not to mention those voice mails...

You shrugged “Your call. I feel like Mary already knows more about them than I ever did so I’m not as useful as you probably think I am. Just well trained. They don’t tell you anything and yet they manage to teach you everything.”

“So you’re okay with this?” Your Dad asked, his eyebrows knitted together between his worried eyes.

“I guess I have to be.” “Are you, though?” He pressed.

Dad’s phone went again, he reached into his pocket and looked down at the screen. “It’s Mick.”

Uncle Dean composed himself. He nodded slowly, still trying to come to terms with how his brother had been lying to him “Well?” He raised an eyebrow, glancing at you for a second “Aren’t you going to pick it up?”

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Avenging Angel: Part 10

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1585

Warnings: None

Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3 – Part 4 – Part 5 – Part 6 – Part 7 – Part 8 -- Part 9

“I know this is bad timing, but I just need a few days off.”

“We’re on a deadline, Y/N,” your manager replied through the phone.

“I understand that. And I’d be willing to work online while I’m gone. I’ll work overtime when I get back. I’ll even take on more projects if I can get these three days off right now.” You were already packing. If they wouldn’t let you go, then you would threaten to quit.

There was a beat of silence as you threw some socks into your suitcase. Braxton walked in and raised an eyebrow, but you were too hinged on your phone call to explain it to him.

“I suppose you can work distance. You are one of the most adept computer analysts we’ve had for a long time. But we still need you to put in at least seven hours a day while you’re gone for the next three days.”

“Thank you so much. I promise I’ll get the work done that I need to.” After wrapping up your conversation, you prepared yourself to face Braxton.

“Don’t tell me that you’re leaving me,” he teased lightly. There was no note of seriousness in his voice. “You just moved in a month ago.”

“My dad was attacked. I’m just going to visit him while he’s in the hospital.” Normally you waited for Braxton to initiate any type of physical contact, but at this moment, you just really needed a hug. So you walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest. “I got three days kinda-off from work, but I’ll be back.”

“Is he okay?” His concern sounded so real.

You nodded. “Just a few broken bones and he’ll have some nice scars.”

Braxton kissed the top of your head. “I’m glad he’ll be alright. Why don’t you take the jet?”

“No. No, no, no. Thank you, but no. Taking a private jet to visit my dad in prison just seems wrong. Besides, I’m not really a private jet kind of girl.”

“But you’re my girl,” Braxton pointed out, brushing his thumb over your lips.

You gave him a soft smile. “I know. And I love being your girl. But this isn’t about us. This is about me and my dad.”

“Alright,” he nodded thoughtfully. “Compromise, then. First class. On me.”

Your first instinct was to reject the offer. You’d always flown coach. But it would be nice to have the extra room. And if the ticket was on the Covington bill, you would probably get in-flight wifi so you could work. “Fine. Compromise.”

“Perfect. I’ll book two tickets right away.” He started to walk away before you could fully process what he’d said.

“Um, two?”

Braxton turned around with a smile. “Yeah. I’m coming with.”

“Oh. Really now?” This wasn’t good. “Well I hope you’re not expecting me to introduce you to my father.”

“Why not? We’ve been dating for five months. We live together now. You’ve met my parents.”

“But your parents aren’t in a hospital, handcuffed to a bed, while hooked up to a lot of machines and undergoing a few surgeries. And they haven’t been sitting in a prison for the last four years, worried that their only daughter is throwing her life away by traveling around and not keeping a steady job.”

All were very valid and true statements.

“Trust me on this one: this isn’t the right time to tell him that I moved in with a guy that I’m not married to. Or that I’m dating someone that he’ll see as way out of my league. He’ll think you’re using me, or that I’m using you, and in the state he’s in right now, I won’t be able to explain otherwise.”

“You’ve thought about what will happen when you introduce us a lot, haven’t you?”

More like what he’ll think when he finds out, since you were never planning on introducing your father to your boyfriend. “He’s my dad, and I love him. And I love you too. But I don’t think you two would get along too well at the moment.”

Braxton raised his hands in surrender. “Okay then. I won’t go to the hospital with you. But I’m still coming with you. I want to be there for you. Is that a crime?”

“No, that’s actually kind of sweet.” Well, it would be if he was actually coming with just for you. But you had a feeling that he just wanted to sniff around and find whatever it was that he thought he could get from you.

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“You were hunting a yeti? Those are real?”

“We’ve never heard of one in America before. They live in the Himalayas, mostly,” Sam supplied as he flipped through boxes of your father’s research.

Dean seemed more interested in the science paraphernalia laying around, and the few things you brought in to make the storage unit seem more like home. “But yeah, we were hunting a yeti. That’s why we were on the mountain.”

The oldest Winchester looked your way and you saw his grin from the corner of your eye, though you were mostly focused on the screen in front of you. “You look a little shocked.”

“There are… so many monsters.” Sam’s laptop was on your cot in front of you and you were scrolling through the digitized Men of Letters files he had. “What the hell is a rugaru?” You opened the file on rugarus and cringed at the pictures before quickly closing the laptop. That was enough bump-in-the-dark monsters for the day. “Nevermind. I don’t wanna know.”

“So you lived in here?”

“Yep.” After setting the laptop on the ground, you stretched and tried to loosen some of your muscles. “I found my dad’s storage unit about six months after he was sentenced. But it was a small, cramped space, so I rented my own.”

“Credit card tracing?” Sam asked.

“Fake business bank account. No ties to me whatsoever. I disabled a few of the video cameras that could see me coming in. And I know that the Covingtons don’t know about this place, because everything in here is exactly what they’re looking for. If they knew about it, everything in here would be cleared out.”

You stifled a yawn, determined to stay awake all day. You absolutely loathed feeling this weak and helpless. Sure, you nearly froze to death. And yeah, maybe you’ve had a really emotional roller coaster the last few months. But that was no excuse.

“You and Dean could head out and find a hotel room if you want to—“

“I’m fine,” you said quickly. Stay awake. Anything to stay awake. “Is it weird that I want ice cream? I know that ice cream’s boring cousin almost killed me, but I’m just really craving some rocky road.”

“Ice cream’s boring cousin?” Sam raised an eyebrow at you, amusement tickling the corners of his mouth.

“Yeah. Snow is boring. It’s flavorless.”

“Except for the yellow snow,” Dean pointed out.

You pointed at him. “True.”

Another yawn snuck up on you and the boys exchanged a look that you couldn’t miss. They were going to team up and try to convince you to go to a hotel and take a nap.

“I’m not leaving,” you stated resolutely.

“Fine,” Dean relented. It was suspicious how quickly he agreed. “Just lay down in your sleeping bag then. I’ll be your heater and Sam can do his nerdy thing. You don’t have to go to sleep.”

“You sound like my babysitter when I was younger,” you mumbled. But still, you let Dean pull you into the sleeping bag with him. It took a minute, but eventually you two got comfortable on the skinny cot.

“I just really want an excuse to take a nap,” he whispered in your ear.

“You’re an adult, you don’t need an excuse to take a nap,” you whispered back.

“Hey, Y/N? Who is Charles Haverton?” Sam cut in, nose buried in one of your father’s files. “He helped with a lot of these.”

“Charles Haverton,” you sighed. “Is a dead end. I tried talking to him, but he just insists that even though my dad is a good man, people will surprise you when they are put in impossible situations. He was the first person I talked to about my dad. He used to be his partner until something happened and they called it quits. I still don’t know why.”

“And I saw the name Victoria a lo—“

“That’s my mom,” you cut in curtly. “You know that she left when I was six. And I still don’t know why about her either. There’s a lot I still don’t know.”

Sam fell silent as he flipped through a few files, and your eyelids grew heavy. Maybe an hour or two napping would help clear your mind. After all, it had been a long drive.

Then you felt it. That shift in the air when someone finds out something that they don’t want to share. That low buzz of every atom in the room that comes with a newfound secret.

“What is it?” you asked cautiously.

“What is what?” Sam replied, just as carefully.

“You found something.” You sat up and Dean grumbled, but he followed your lead and looked at Sam. “What is it?”

Stalling, Sam looked back at the file he was holding and flipped through a few pages. “Uh, I think your mom is a werewolf.”

Part 11 of Avenging Angel

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Good God, Y’all

So the episode starts with Cass coming to Sam and Dean, talking to Dean about his plan to find God. Knowing what we do now, parts of this conversation is hilarious because Cass tells Dean that killing Lucifer is foolish and can’t be done, but Dean does kill him in a little under a decade in the future, and Dean comments that God is probably out there drinking booze out of a coconut, but we know that he’s too busy sitting in a bath robe and his underwear writing ‘crapy’ paperbacks with a full bottle of whisky at his side.

The big things that came out of that conversation were 1. Dean is back to not really believing in God again. He thinks maybe God did exist, but he’s either dead or if he still is alive then he doesn’t give a shit about any of them. However Bobby, Cass, and Sam all do still believe that God is alive and out there. 2. Cass confronts Dean about rebelling for him and Dean failing. Now I honestly believe that was super uncalled for because Dean tried his damnedest and maybe could have succeeded if he reached Sam earlier, which Cass was the one standing in is way. HOWEVER, we are not pointing fingers because a. there is no point since it’s already done and over with and b. there is so much blame to go around that at this point it cancels each other out. However I won’t hold Cass in contempt for that since he has no idea how to deal with all these new emotions and he is in a high stress situation. and finally 3. Cass is using Dean’s amulet to try and find God and I adore the parallel here.

Dean has already been on a year long journey to find his own father, and it ended in pain, death, and extreme anxiety that he never recovered from. What he found at the end of that road shattered the image that he created of his father and it took Dean YEARS to rebuild any part of that again. Dean is still not in the best of places with John right now and he sees his best friend going out to also find his absentee father. I think that is part of why Dean told Cass it was a pipe dream. Because not only is it apparent that God just doesn't care, but Dean has seen where this goes and it doesn’t end well (spoiler alert, it ends exactly as Dean’s journey had, with a complete destruction of the child’s faith in the father).

Dean also still clings to his amulet. After all it was given to him by Sam. We have seen Dean be fairly protective of it up to that point. Dean doesn’t seem to have many possessions, so the few he has he tends to care about a lot. The only examples we really see is are his Colt 1911, the leather jacket, the amulet, and of course the Impala. Dean takes such good care of his gun that he remarked before that ‘my gun don’t jam’ because he meticulously cleans it so that there is no carbon build up and he replaces all the parts in it as soon as there is any sign of wear and tear. It’s the same with the Impala. And he has taken good care of that Jacket (until it’s disappearance at the start of season 6) and always takes back the amulet when it’s taken. It’s important to him, but so is Cass and he owes Cass, so he hands it over, ablit complaining about how he now feels naked without it.

So, we have a great line up for this episode because excluding the main characters of Cass, Dean, and Sam; we also get Bobby, Rufus, Ellen, and Jo!

So Sam and Dean find Ellen’s survivor camp and head out to get supplies and find other hunters. The first tip off that thins aren’t as they seem is when two ‘demons’ come into the store Sam is in to get food and water. Demons don’t need that. The boys go back to the camp and we have another confrontation between Sam and Dean. Dean doesn’t want Sam around demons because he’s afraid that Sam will start in on the demon blood again, and honestly...that is fair. My dad has a serious alcohol addiction, and any time that I indicate he needs to slow down (I love the man to death an he’s my hero but he’s flawed as hell) or maybe not drink that day he gets super defensive and angry, like Sam had in that scene. He always asks me if I don’t trust him (which I don’t when it comes to alcohol) and accuses me of assuming he will get drunk and do something stupid (which always happens), so yeah, I FULLY understand Dean’s concern here. Hell we already saw once that Sam is tethering on the edge here.

Sam an Ellen go out together and find the ‘base camp’ for the demons, but Sam notices strange occurrence number two, saying demons don’t get cold...so why is there a fire? They get attacked by a group which is led by Jo and Rufus, and Sam is captured.

Meanwhile Dean wants to go out to rescue Sam, but he knows he needs a plan. As he listens to Ellen, the pastor, and the military man talk, Dean realizes they are dealing with War and that there are no demons in town. He is pretty smart, we just need Sam to be elsewhere to see it sometimes. Sam also has figured it out when he sees ‘Roger’ in multiple camps.

War turns the camp against Ellen and Dean and now Dean and Ellen need to flee. They force Rufus and Jo to realize who they are. Sam and Dean then confront War while Rufus an Ellen are trying to stop everything. I absolutely love Rufus! The the whole knocking a guy out and saying he’s too old for this teamed up with him telling the kid ‘stop firing usually means STOP firing’ are the highlights for me.

After the dust settles, Sam decides he wants to take a break from hunting and to his shock Dean agrees with him. Dean has only ever threatened to leave Sam twice but never actually did. Sam has left Dean a few times now and usually Dean starts to fight with him at first. This time however Dean actually goes along with it, figuring that is what is best. And I’m honestly on Dean’s side for this because they desperately need some space.

#supernautral #good god y'all #spn 5x02 #dean winchester #sam winchester #war #jo harvelle #ellen harvelle #rufus turner

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Ties in Blood Chapter 13

@mrswhozeewhatsis @impala-dreamer @squirrelnotsam @percussiongirl2017

@winchestergirl-13 @idreamofplaid

Chapter 13

Aaliyah could hear “Bad Moon Rising” from the radio. Was she dead? No, not dead. She had just gone unconscious from the impact. From what? She shifted. Bad idea, very bad idea. In the front seat, Aaliyah heard Sam’s voice call out for Dean, who didn’t respond. Her mind panicked as she forced herself through the body crippling pain. Bones felt like they were broken, rib cracked, was that a dislocated hip? Something was dislocated. Finally, Aaliyah opened her eyes and saw Dean unconscious and still losing blood.

“Aaliyah?” One word from Sam. A question.

“I’m … alive. Battered, bruised, and feel like death,” she replied, breath ragged. Yeah, there was a broken rib or two. “Dean’s out cold, and I don’t know if he’s gonna survive the night. How’s your Dad?”

“Unconscious.”

Aaliyah shifted, biting her lip enough to bleed. “We gotta stay awake,” she told Sam. “The risk of us both having concussions is too high.” Her mind scrambled in the attempt of finding something for the both of them to talk about. “How you do feel about talking about Jess? Is what the demon said true, you were planning on asking her to…”

“Yeah, I was.” Sam’s voice was too quiet for Aaliyah’s liking. Either he didn’t want to talk about it or he was slipping.

“I woulda liked to have met her,” Aaliyah said in the attempt to stir the conversation away from the demon and back to Jess.

“She woulda liked you,” Sam commented. “Aside from the whole hunting part.”

Aaliyah chuckled for a few seconds before a shot of pain ripped through her chest. Yeah, definitely a broken rib or two. “Sam … I … I’m sorry. I was supposed to have helped on this…”

“You did.”

Aaliyah’s stomach dropped when Sam drifted off. “Sam? Sam!” She called his name until her throat was raw. “Come on, Sammy,” Aaliyah pled, her voice above a whisper. “Don’t leave me here alone.” Tears threatened to fall. “I don’t wanna die alone.” Her consciousness drifted in and out as her mind and body went into life saving mode.

A sound slipped into Aaliyah’s consciousness, bringing her back around. It was familiar, from before the hunt. Hospital. ER. Helicopter. Yeah, that was it. Voices shouted over the sound of the helicopter’s engine. Quick but gentle hands eased Aaliyah out of the back of the Impala and onto a stretcher. The voices of the EMTs called out the obvious injures she had and knew about. Sam’s voice filtered over to her as he called out, asking about John and Dean. Then he called out about her.

“I’m fine,” Aaliyah shouted. “I’ll see you at the hospital.” She fought against the urge to panic as she was loaded into an ambulance.

The EMTs went to work sticking Aaliyah with IV lines and sticking electrodes on her chest. She tried to remember all the injures they listened off. Bruises on several parts of her body, not surprised. What seemed to be either broken or cracked ribs. Again, that wasn’t a surprise to her. A dislocated knee that would be painful to fix. So that explained why Aaliyah hadn’t been able to fully move her leg during the night. And one EMT wasn’t positive about a back injury. Panic hit then. Aaliyah squeezed her eyes closed in her fight against tears. A few rolled down the side of her head even as the ambulance pulled up to the emergency room door and the nurses rushed out to greet them.

The organized chaos that Aaliyah had been in only a few days ago seemed so … confusing. Her mind had been in hunter mode ever since Dean and Sam picked her up and struggled to make the change over to her nursing mode. A nurse inserted something in her IV line a minute before she sensed six people pressing her body down and one person holding her leg. Aaliyah heard the silence between the team members right before the one who held her leg pulled it. Her throat went raw when a scream of absolute pain shot from her mouth.

“Aaliyah!” came a scream of concern.

“Sammy!” Aaliyah fought against the nurses that held her down. “Talk to me. Sammy.” The dam that she had worked on to keep her emotions back finally broke and the tears started full force.

“…CT and MRI of her back …” the attending doctor’s voice drifted into Aaliyah’s attention span.

Aaliyah blinked away the tears. Flashes of what was wrong with her back ran through her mind. Paralyzed from the waist down. Lack of motion in her legs. Nerve damage. Anything could be wrong with her. The gurney Aaliyah was on was rolled out of the ER bay and down the halls to where the CT and MRI scans would take place. She fought against falling unconscious again even at the nurse and technician took her into the room and helped her onto the bed for the first of two scans. The nurse tucked the saline bag under Aaliyah’s hand before stepping away from the bed.

The slab moved Aaliyah into the tube. She closed her eyes, the odd sense of feeling safe enough she didn’t have to fight or be in a constant state of fear from a demon attack. She stared up at the tube as the slab stopped. The thought that her head was being scanned as well passed through her head. It did make sense in away since John and Dean were unconscious for the whole time. The slab moved again and Aaliyah went deeper for her back to be scanned. She attempted to move her feet, even wiggle a toe.

“Please don’t move, ma’am,” a voice requested over the speaker.

The tests finished up and Aaliyah was helped off the slab and into a waiting wheelchair.

“Where are the others that were in the car with me?” Aaliyah asked the nurse pushing the wheelchair.

“The older of the three men is in a private room,” the nurse answered. “One of the two brothers is still unconscious and in ICU.”

“And the other brother?”

“Minor injuries. He was released some time ago.”

“If you see him, can you have him come to whatever room I’m…” Aaliyah trailed off as the nurse parked her in a spot in the hallway before walking off. “Hey, don’t leave me here.”

Left on her own, Aaliyah stared down at her feet, shoes lost back in the ER. She stared at her big toes and willed them to move. Nearly three years of hunting were not about to end because she had gotten injured in a car crash against a semi truck driven by a demon. Aaliyah glared down and mentally told her feet to move, looking for any sign that the signal from her brain was reaching her feet. Nothing moved. She willed her foot to slid off the front of the foot rest. She was willing to settle for any movement from her feet. No movement.

The nurse that had left Aaliyah came back without a word.

“Thanks for leaving me,” Aaliyah snapped.

The nurse didn’t respond as they rolled Aaliyah down the hall before turning into a room.

“Aaliyah.” Surprise sounded in Sam’s voice.

“Thank you, nurse,” John said, a dismissal tone in his voice. “Are you okay?” he asked Aaliyah once the nurse left the room.

“Bruised, a few ribs are either broken or cracked, a knee sore and swollen from being dislocated,” Aaliyah listed off. “And I’m pretty sure I’m paralyzed from the waist down.”

“Aaliyah, I’m sorry …” Sam started, stopping when Aaliyah held up a hand.

“Don’t. You’ve hunted your whole life,” Aaliyah said. “I’ve gotten lucky. I … I’ve accepted the fact I may not walk again.” She watched John struggle to pull out his wallet before handing a card to Sam.

“Give ‘em this insurance,” John told his son.

“Elroy McGillcutty?” Sam read.

“And his two loving sons and …” John glanced over to Aaliyah. “Beautiful daughter.”

Aaliyah shifted a little, the acceptance from John a bit unnerving. Either he actually accepted her as an able-bodied hunter – until now – or he saw her as a member of the family. “So, what did the doctors say about Dean?”

“Nothing,” Sam answered. “They won’t do anything, we will. I’ll go find a hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him.”

“We’ll look for one,” John seemed to agree.

“We found that faith healer,” Sam countered.

“And that was one in a million,” John pointed out.

“So, we just sit here with our thumbs up our asses?” Aaliyah jabbed, leaning forward in the wheelchair.

“No,” John turned to her, anger rising a beat in his voice. “I said we’ll look. Alright?” He turned between the two. “Where’s the Colt?”

“Your son’s dying and you’re worried about the Colt?” Aaliyah raised her voice.

“We’re hunting this demon,” John reminded her. “And maybe it’s hunting us. That gun’s our only card.”

“It’s in the trunk,” Sam cut in. “They dragged it to a yard off I-83. I already called Bobby, and he’s an hour out. He’s gonna tow it back to his place.”

“Alright,” John accepted. “You go meet up with Bobby, get the Colt, and watch out for hospital security.”

“I think I got it covered.” Sam started for the door, giving Aaliyah a reassuring shoulder pat.

“Sam.” John held up a piece of paper. “Here, I made a list of things I need. Have Bobby pick it up.”

Sam took it and read off the items. “Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What's this stuff for?”

“Protection.”

Sam turned for the door before turning back. “Hey, Dad. The demon said he had something special for me and those like me. Do you have any idea what it was talking about?”

“No, I don’t.”

Sam turned and left the room, leaving Aaliyah alone with John.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, John?” Aaliyah wondered out loud.

“Finishing the job.”

“At what cost? Dean’s life? My legs? When does it stop, John?” Aaliyah waited for an answer before turning the wheelchair around. “Let me know when you can answer that?” She managed to get through the door, a shiver running down her spine. “What’s up with the cold air around here?” Aaliyah worked to gain some control over the bulky hospital issue wheelchair by the time she reached the nurses’ station.

“Sorry, to interrupt,” she cut in, trying to do her best version of Dean’s charm. “But I never got a room.”

The nearest nurse turned to the computer. “Name?”

Aaliyah leaned forward, giving the nurse what she hoped was a flirty smile. “McGillcuttry.”

The nurse returned the smile and turned back to the computer. A few keystrokes and mouse clicks happened before she turned back to Aaliyah. “Room 254.”

“Thank you …” Aaliyah caught the nurse’s name. “Madison.” She winked at Madison before managing to wheel back from the station.

“Hang on, Ms. McGillcuttry,” Madison told Aaliyah. “Let me help you.”

Aaliyah stopped and smiled to herself as Madison pushed the wheelchair. “How soon will the doc come around with the test results?”

“By the end of the day,” Madison told her as they turned into Aaliyah’s room. “Do you want anything?”

Aaliyah eyed the bed set at a height just too high for her to transfer herself as her stomach growled. “A menu would be nice. Thank you, Madison.”

Aaliyah waited a few minutes before wheeling herself out and to the elevator bay. She cued the car for the ICU floor and tapped an index finger on the armrest. None of the staff on the floor questioned Aaliyah’s presence as she wheeled herself around looking for Dean’s room.

“Can I help you?” a nurse called over to Aaliyah.

“Yeah, I’m looking for my brother’s room. Came in about the same time I did, bad car crash.”

“Room 423.”

Aaliyah rolled into the room to see Dean hooked up to a ventilator and other machines. The wounds he had were stitched up and the blood washed off. If it hadn’t been the constant beeping and slight wheezing of the machines, Aaliyah swore Dean was sleeping. “Hey, Dean,” she spoke, her voice just above a whisper. “This may sound stupid, maybe not given what we do, but I know you’re still here. It’s a feeling I have, and I can’t explain it. Just … don’t give up on us.”

“There you are, Ms. McGillcuttry,” Madison’s voice sounded behind Aaliyah. “I wondered…”

“I wanted to see how my brother was doing,” Aaliyah said, spinning herself around. “I wasn’t told I couldn’t be up here.”

“You can visit later,” Madison said. “The doctor’s ready to talk with you. And I’ve got that menu for you.” She stepped around Aaliyah and pushed her back to the elevator.

Aaliyah sunk into the chair as the elevator doors closed behind them. The whole thing was out of her hands and there wasn’t much she could do. For the first time since she had the call from Dean back in Michigan, Aaliyah was completely useless.

Back in her room, Aaliyah saw the doctor standing in front of the lit light board that held the results of her CT and MRI scans.

“Ms. McGillcuttry,” the doctor spoke, turning around. “You got very lucky. I don’t know how it happened, but your spine should have been severed.”

“Give it to me straight, Doc,” Aaliyah cut in. “How long am I going to be stuck in a wheelchair.”

“That’s it, from what we’ve seen, your paralysis is a temporary thing,” he answered. “To answer you question, it could be a few days, or a few months. We can schedule you for physical rehab to help your body…”

Aaliyah waved her hand. “No, no rehab. I can do it on my own. Just … give me a pair of crutches and I’ll do it.”

“I would advise against it.”

She heard that before back in Michigan when a drunk wanted to leave. Most times they passed out before they got out the door. “I know you guys can’t stop me from doing anything unless you believe I’m mentally unstable. Even then, it’s a seventy two hour hold. So, unless there’s something more serious wrong with me…”

The doctor shook his head. “A couple ribs are either broken or cracked, nothing we can do about those. Serious bruising that’ll just take time to heal. Your serious injury is your lower back.”

“Thanks, Doc.” Aaliyah’s voice went quiet. Temporary paralysis, it didn’t sound that bad. But given what line of work she had gotten into recently, Aaliyah wasn’t sure it was good either.

The doctor and Madison saw themselves from the room as Aaliyah lowered the bed down as low as it went. She stared at it in the partial attempt of trying to figure out how to get herself up. She put both feet on the floor and with a deep breath, Aaliyah put both hands on the mattress and half pulled, half pushed herself to her feet. She expected to feel some of the cool tiles under her feet even through the socks, but there was nothing. Her feet were numb. Only thing that held her up was her weight against the bed.

Aaliyah fell to the floor as she released her weight from the bed. She couldn’t do this. There was no way she could. Curling up in a ball on the floor, Aaliyah stifled her crying, embarrassed she couldn’t even manage the simple task of getting onto a bed.

“Aaliyah? Aaliyah, what are you doing?”

She felt a touch on an arm after hearing a thump on the floor behind her. Turning her head, Aaliyah could make out Sam above her through the tears in her eyes. “I … I can’t… I tried.”

“You shoulda called.” Sam adjusted his body and offered a hand. “You know I’ll help.”

“I shouldn’t have to.” Aaliyah tightened herself into a ball. “I don’t wanna be a burden.”

“God, Aaliyah. After all that you did since we met, you honestly think you’re a burden?”

“Why not? I mean, before the crash, I was hardly a hunter. Even …” She caught herself when John’s name hit the tip of her tongue. “Even Dad questioned my … skills in the family business.” Aaliyah refused to look at Sam when she felt a hand on her arm.

“If he seriously questioned your skills, do you honestly think he would have let you stay and help?” Sam questioned. “Sure, Dad liked to keep his distance from other hunters, but for some reason he let you in. He and I don’t really see eye to eye, but there’s something about you. Dean told me about the college werewolf, and how you were back to class the next day and out running again in two weeks. That doesn’t sound like someone who’s willing to call it quits because you’re stuck in a wheelchair for a short time.”

Aaliyah laid there, the want to just give up and accept the fact she would be stuck unable to walk for the rest of her life just oozing through her body. But Sam did have a point. She hadn’t given up when faced with the werewolf or when she pushed through the pain and went back to class. She shifted so she could look up at Sam. “You think that?”

A smile pulled at Sam’s mouth. “I know so. Now, are you just going to lay there, or are you gonna get up?” He offered a hand to help.

“Let me try first.”

Aaliyah pushed herself up while using the bed as a support. Her face pulled into a wince when her body protested her movements as she managed to get to her knees. Aaliyah put her arms across the mattress and waited to catch her breath. Her ribs contested her movement when she focused on shifting one leg under her. Aaliyah wasn’t sure if it was the lack of feeling in her legs or her mind playing tricks on her when she brought her other leg under her. She closed her eyes and with a mental count to three, she pushed herself up and onto the bed with her arms.

She laid across the mattress, ribs crying out in pain as she regained her breath again. Aaliyah worked herself around to sit comfortably in the bed before daring to look at Sam to see a tease of a smile.

“I knew you could do it,” he told her. “I’ve got a few things to do, but I’ll send the nurse back in.” He turned for the door.

“Hey, Sam?” Aaliyah called after him. “Did you grab my things from the car earlier?”

He reached around the corner and picked something up off the floor in the hallway before revealing a duffel bag. “I packed a couple changes of clothes, the two journals, a couple lore books from Bobby, and some basic hygiene stuff. Bobby’s suggestion. He also suggested make up…”

“But you know nothing about it. Don’t worry about, Sam.” Aaliyah accepted the duffel from him. “There’s no really here I need to make myself look cute for.”

She glanced around the room and found the menu Madison promised on the bed table as Sam saw himself from the room. A few minutes later, Aaliyah swore she heard yelling from down the hall. Grumbling to herself, Aaliyah worked herself off the bed with a bit more success than before. She wheeled herself out of the room even before she got settled and raced around to John’s room.

“It’s the same selfish obsession,” Sam yelled.

“Come on, guys,” Aaliyah shouted. “Don’t do this.” She narrowed her eyes, as if there was someone else there who spoke with her.

“I thought it was yours as well,” John said. “This demon killed your mother and your girlfriend. You begged me to be part of the hunt. If you had killed it when you had the chance…”

“It was possessing you, Dad,” Sam countered. “I would have killed you.”

“Yeah, and your brother would be awake and your sister would be able to walk.”

“Shut up, guys,” Aaliyah cut in, pushing herself into the room.

“Go to hell,” Sam cursed at his father.

“I should never have taken you along,” John told Sam. “I knew it was a mistake. I knew …”

The glass of water on the bed table went flying to the floor. Aaliyah shared a look between John and Sam before noise happened out in the hallway. She chased after Sam when he ducked out to find the source of the noise. He stopped at the door that led into Dean’s room where nurses and doctors were attempting to revive him. Aaliyah’s stomach dropped as the team fought to save Dean. Guilt seeped in when the nurse side of her mind warred with her hunter side when she wanted to help. Finally, a nurse announced there was a pulse and the team settled back.

Aaliyah glanced around when a shiver went down her back. She swore she heard a faint whisper of ‘don’t worry…’ “Come on, Sam,” she told him. “Let’s get back to Dad.” Aaliyah maneuvered herself around and down the hall to John’s room. “I swear I felt something back there,” she mentioned when she rolled into the room.

“What do you mean ‘you felt something’?” John questioned, anger rising in his voice.

“Meaning it felt like Dean,” Aaliyah told him, trying to keep her voice calm. “Like he was just outta eyesight. You think it’s possible?” She glanced between John and Sam. “Think his spirit’s still here?”

“Anything’s possible,” the anger in John’s voice disappeared.

“Well, there’s one way to find out,” Sam said before turning for the door.

“Wait, where you going?” Aaliyah asked, spinning to track Sam.

“To pick something up.”

“Sam, wait,” John called. “I promise I won’t hunt the demon. Not until I know Dean’s okay.”

Aaliyah held in a noise that would have sounded her disbelief before she started for the door.

“Aaliyah, wait a sec,” John requested.

She stopped and turned back to face him. “What’s up?”

“I want to apologize.”

“Wait, hang on. I wanna record this.” Aaliyah padded her body down in her bad attempt of making a joke.

“Aaliyah, please. I remember you from college and taking out that werewolf.” John glanced to the hallway. “How you were nearly killed by it. When I saw you outside the post office … There was something about you. Like you’ve taken to hunting in a way I hadn’t thought you would.”

“Ms. McGullcuttry?” a nurse asked from the door way. “The doctor would like a word with you.”

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canon divergencies in characters.

i'll try and keep these as short as i can, but basically if you want to know where any timelines or portrayals differ from general canon then here's a master list for everyone. i'll update this for any muses i add or remove from here. any additional questions then just drop me a line. there will be spoilers for various fandoms. if any muses i have don't appear on this list then either there's no canon divergency to consider or i'm still in the process of deciding these things, again, feel free to just ask about it.

general.

tracy mcconnell. this one is kind of obvious but basically my tracy did not die at the end of the series and by extention ted did not wind up with robin after this, regardless of how much time had passed. ted and tracy both ended up together, had two beautiful kids penny and luke, and tracy was there for her daughter's wedding.

luke skywalker. i'm fine with everything that happened in the last jedi. i know a lot of other people weren't, but i'm cool with it. i didn't want luke to die particularly, but i'm okay with the fact that he did. i'm happy to write things with luke as a force ghost or luke if he had survived the finale fight.

elena gilbert. this is less a divergence of elena herself but more the general direction of the show that i didn't really enjoy. so with that everything after season three is considered to be divergent from the show. my particular peeves were plec's lack of care about elena's career goals from this point (aka the doctor thing) and her absence from the show after season six (aka why would you get rid of the main character of your show you dumb fucks). i'm fine with elena waking up as a vampire at the end of season three and the reveal of her and damon meeting before she met stefan.

loki laufeyson. no real canon divergency here. loki's death was heartbreaking and i definitely didn't want it to happen but i'm okay that it did and how well it was done. i will say here though that i do believe that loki was under some partial influence from the scepter during the attack on new york, but i'm not condoning anything either. that's just my five cents on the matter.

jess mariano. ooh, boy okay. so .. the kyle's bedroom thing. i wanna make it clear that jess, or my jess, or just how i saw things personally, was not going to rape rory. yes he was pushy and his behaviour that night was all around shitty and i do not excuse it for a moment, but he never would have gone all the way forcing her. and the first thing he did after the fight was apologise to her when he saw her next. that's just the tea for me. everything with a year in the life was cool with me i just wish there had been more scenes of him haha.

tony stark. the 'zuccini' comment just did not happen. k. thanks. bye.

natasha romanoff. i have my own bio for nat which you can read here. it's really the best guide for what i consider to be natasha's story, which is basically my own accumulation of natasha's appearances and history in the films and comics, so it would be nice also if no one stole what i wrote. also just a smol thing that the natasha and bruce trash romance did not happen here.

extended.

damon salvatore. similar to above that i have little to complain about with damon himself but with what way the show went after season three. i do think that damon's motivations and relationships with particular characters weren't put across properly to the audience, so i'll be here to clear up those instances. i'm okay with the damon and caroline thing, i don't ship them or i don't agree with what he did but i won't label it as rape. i'm not a survivor myself so i'm not telling anyone how to feel about it, to me i just think that caroline did want to sleep with him in the beginning but not after he attacked her and they didn't sleep together after that fact. the compulsion applied to damon getting her to help with with things in the town and feeding on her, but i don't think he compelled her for sex, so i treat it in that context. however i won't be explicitly writing this side of their relationship and my damon did apologize to her. i'm happy to keep the enzo and damon backstory but not them running off to kill people etc. the sibyl stuff however did not happen, nor the stuff with lily etc.

peter parker. i've seen a lot of the discussions about peter being transgender, i'm not against it in anyway, i actually think its kind of neat. i'm lgbt myself so its awesome to see some representation like that and i fully support all the trans peter's out there. personally for me however, i see peter as still figuring things out in all aspects of his life, including who he is as himself and being a friendly neighbourhood spiderman. so i'm not against exploring a trans peter in the near future, or atleast figuring that out, but for now i just think peter is too all over the place to put a label on himself either way, so he won't refer to himself as trans or otherwise, or who he's interested in sexually or romantically. it's all just one big figuring things out schtick, so be patient with him.

rory gilmore. okay so i liked the reunion series aka a year in the life but i didn't personally think that rory's arc was the best so i'm going to negate it entirely and do my own thing with it, whatever that will be. my biggest peeves really was her attitude to certain job prospects and her falling back into a crappy relationship with logan - which i never really cared for in the original series anyway. i can acknowledge that rory and logan were a thing back then, it actually lends to rory's conclusion at the end of that season but i won't write shippy things for them going forward, and i'm not even that keen in writing past shippy stuff for them. i'm a hardcore rory and jess shipper, so while she didn't wait around for him either, i'm totally down for them getting together.

sam winchester. the whole becky rosen debacle did not happen. this includes them meeting, the love potion and the mess that was their 'marriage’. it just did not happen. becky rosen does not exist here. sam did not kill emma. if dean were to have a daughter then sam would not just kill her, monster or not, he would try to help first and probably to a fault, like he did with jack. there was never a romantic attachment with ruby. they were work partners of circumstance, they both used each other and slept together and ruby did manipulate him. sam has all his memories of the cage, due to the immense torture he went under during that time, a good portion of his 'memory’ is down to sensation, sight, sound, feeling, ect. from this its hard for him to say whether or not he was sexually abused / raped by lucifer in the cage. he was most definitely tortured and he retains the feelings of being violated in every way imaginable, but he doesn’t have a solid picture in his head of what exactly happened or atleast the whole of what happened.

dean winchester. though the show isn’t explicit with dean’s sexuality, my dean is considered to be a closeted bisexual. he has an interest in men and at times doesn’t hide it well and is very in denial about it. he’s never gotten a chance to even experiment it or entertain the idea due to the kind of life he lives, i.e. being a hunter. he will be very concerned about getting into a relationship or even a romantic entanglement with another guy, but it’s not to say its something he doesn’t want with the right person. dean was a demon for a lot longer than the show portrayed, we’re talking months and not weeks. dean loved being a demon, not looking back on it now, it makes him feel unclean whenever he thinks about it, but as a demon dean was as dangerous as they come and it took several botched attempts to bring him down by sam and castiel before they were eventually able to catch him.

john winchester. sam and dean were never beaten by john or harmed physically by him, who never would have raised a hand to his kids over anything. he wasn’t a perfect dad, he was a man grieving his wife and he made mistakes, he made his boys grow up too soon bc he couldn’t stand the idea of them not being ready someone or something tried to hurt them. no john winchester hate will be accepted here. john did tell dean to kill sam if he went evil. not because he didn’t believe in sam or hated him for anything. they had both made their peace with each other before john died. john just didn’t want his son to be corrupted or become something he wasn’t, he didn’t want azazael’s plan for sam to ever come to fruition. he wanted sam safe and himself always.

mary winchester. sleeping with ketch did not happen. bc good god, no. she was grieving her husband, john was the one. she would not jump into bed with a shit like ketch. that is all. mary did abandon the boys for the british men of letters. she was dealing with coming back to life, being a mother to two grown boys, grieving a dead husband and now living in a time and place completely different to her own time. she was adjusting to her new situation and granted she did not deal with that very well. i won’t make excuses for her in that respect but she didn’t do it out of spite or dislike for her sons.

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Prove Them Wrong

Your brothers still won’t take you with them when you go hunting. They’ve even started to wonder whether you’re interested in joining the Family Business.

You lent back in your chair, the emptiness of the Bunker becoming more and more daunting with each passing day. Cas visited less often than he used to as you were growing older. At 17 your brothers trusted you enough to leave you alone. They hadn’t called you and you were beginning to worry. Normally a hunt took 2 or 3 weeks, depending on how far away it was. They usually called by then. Even a text.

They were supposed to let you go on Hunts with them. You had a suspicion they were expecting you to start going solo, but you were more clever than that. You were more patient than you were stubborn. Of course, you were more prepared than they thought you were too. Months, hell, years you’d been training yourself to hunt. Whether it be research knowledge, fighting skills or reloading time with guns. Your brothers had taught you the basics for safety and you took matters into your own hands, making sure to be prepared.

You couldn’t wait for them to finally agree to take you on your first hunt...well...you say “first”. You’d technically been on one or two with Mary, but they weren’t anything dangerous. Not that you were expecting Sam or Dean to take you on a dangerous one for starters. They’d most likely drag you along to a salt ‘n’ burn, no doubt holding your hand through out the entire thing. Their protective nature was for them as much as it was for you.

You’d learnt to roll your eyes to the ceiling and put up with their ways.

“Come on, don’t make me save you...” You chuckled aloud. You had a tendency to utter things to yourself when nervous. Only there wasn’t usually an Angel watching. “Who are you talking to?” Cas’ usual gruff and slightly confused voice filled the empty room. You nearly jumped out of your skin, but you composed yourself and sighed “No one, I’m just worried that’s all...And you need to stop sneaking up on people. You’re going to give me a heart attack one day!”

Cas nodded and mumbled a “Sorry/”, but you could tell he didn’t fully understand. “Do you know where Sam and Dean are?” You asked, fiddling with your thumbs. Your thumb ran over a fraying piece of thread on your shirt sleeve.

“Yes.” Cas nodded, pausing as though double checking. Why did Angels never explain anything?! “Are they okay?” You asked, leaning forward in your chair. As bad as it sounded you almost wanted Cas to say no. You wanted a reason to leave the Bunker. It was so rare you could go any further than the bloody driveway. You’d never really left Kansas before. If he said no, you could convince him to take you to them. You’d defeat whatever supernatural creature was in their way right in front of their eyes and prove your brothers wrong.

You wanted an adventure.

“They’re fine. Sam’s about to call you actually.”

As if on cue your phone buzzed, you picked up not bothering to check the caller ID. “Hey kiddo, case it finished. We’ll be home in a couple of hours.” As relieved as you were to know they were okay, you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed you didn’t have a chance to get out there. No doubt your brothers still saw you as a toddler who doesn’t know their left from their right. “Okay.” You tried to sound positive, forcing a smile in hopes it would add to the happiness. Only Sam wouldn’t buy it. Dean might have, had it been him who called. “See you then-”

“Bug, you okay?” You didn’t need to be facing him to know he had his puppy eyes showing. “...Yeah, I’m tired that’s all. See you soon?” You lowered the phone from your face slightly, ready to hang up. He sighed before saying his goodbyes. “Yeah, see you later.”

Thankfully he didn’t press.

“We’re home!” Dean’s declarative made you smile a little as you got up from your bed. You slipped your headphones off before making your way to the main room. “Hey kiddo.” Dean squeezed you in a quick hug, letting go to grab a beer. You smiled. “Y/N, what’s wrong love?” Sam sighed, stepping in front of you so you couldn’t subtly avoid his gaze. You glanced up at his worried eyes, wide with furrowed brows.

“Nothing, I said I was tired didn’t I?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as bitter as it did.

“Y/N...” Sam’s voice was half way between serious and concerned.He looked tired. “Y/N, if somethings wrong you can tell us you know that right?” Dean encouraged, now equipped with a beer. “Yeah I know...It’s nothing. I’m tired.” “You’re always tired.” Dean pointed out and you shot him a glare. He swallowed and uttered “If looks could kill.”

“If only.” You mumbled, ambling off to your room. You were done.

Sam and Dean shared a look. “Mood swings?” Dean wondered aloud. “I don’t know...” Sam sighed “Somethings up, though.” “Let’s give her the night to cool off. We can talk tomorrow.” “What if we’ve found another case by then, we can’t just ignore this. Not if it’s important.” Sam played the Devils’ advocate. Of course he care about his little sister, but there could be people’s lives at stake.

“The case can wait a day, Sammy. Y/N’s family.”

You sighed, flopping onto your bed and burying your face in a pillow. Sure, you had patience. But all patience wears thin in the end. You pulled your headphones back on and turned up the volume in hopes it would drown out your thoughts as well as other noises. As the song came to an end you heard the mumbling of voices and paused before the next one played. You sat up, tucking your hair behind your ear...Mary must have come home.

Sighing, you silently opened your door, straining to hear... “I don’t know...she’s been really distant lately...she’s probably asleep right now...I don’t understand why, we haven’t forgotten something have we?...Her birthday’s not until next month...”

You could barely tell who was saying what so you opened the door wider and slumped down against the wall, leaning back.

“Maybe it’s just a teenage thing...she’ll probably be fine in the morning...”

You almost laughed bitterly, but swallowed the urge. If only they’d let you hunt. If only they knew how much you’d been training...every time you were alone you’d be in the shooting range or hitting the punching bag or studying the law books. You were completely aware your brothers would throw a fit if they realised how serious you were about contributing to the Family Business, so you made sure not to leave any obvious clues. You weren’t angry necessarily...you were just bored.

"I bet they were Hunting at half my age...” you muttered to yourself, tapping the floorboards lightly. you kept your voice as barely a whisper so only you could here. It felt more permanent to speak your thoughts, more real.“I bet Dad didn’t even question it...I bet-”

Your monologue was cut short when you heard footsteps. Jumping to action, you shut your door and crawled into your bed, thankfully the main light was already off. You closed your eyes and pulled the duvet up so it was covering most of you.

The door swung open, it’s creaks filled the room. A few footsteps sounded yet you kept your eyes tight shut, trying to look as peaceful as you could. Even breaths. “Y/N...” Mary whispered “I know you’re not really asleep.” You hesitated, maybe if you kept still she’d change her mind. “If you don’t want to talk then that’s okay. I’m not your Mom and I never will be, but I can be hear for you. I’m still your family.”

You didn’t move, having made up your mind. Perhaps you would have turned and looked had she not mentioned your Mum.

“Okay. Fine.” She paused before whispering “Good night...”You waited for her footsteps to fade away to nothingness before opening your eyes and adjusting your position.

You fetched your laptop, reaching over a pile of notebooks by the side of your bed and grabbing it by the top. Placing it on your lap, your fingers danced over the keys like second nature- practice makes perfect -and began to research for cases nearby. You were going to prove them wrong. You were going to prove them all wrong.

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