#but anyways yeah fr fuck him for that. like Sam said if they were in her position Dean would’ve done the SAME THING

[transmascsam]

Sam’s little story with Amy the kitsune was actually sooooooo cute seriously FUCK Dean for killing her. Genuinely upset rn

#we can talk about the fact that they connected over their parents treatment. and then Amy’s mom hit her and then she killed her mom. #just like. super interesting :) #but anyways yeah fr fuck him for that. like Sam said if they were in her position Dean would’ve done the SAME THING #sam winchester #mine

[moonstruckbucky]

Say Love [one shot]

Summary: You and Bucky are at a stand-still in your relationship, all because neither of you can say three little words.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: Idiots in love, a smidge of angst, the rest is fluff.

Notes: So this is a fun fic, but it’s also a very real fic. I know I’ve had that should-I-shouldn’t-I when it comes to saying the L word in a relationship, so this is for anyone that’s had that struggle. Enjoy & let me know what you think! x

P.S. - it’s also a birthday present to @captain-kelli aka MY WIFE 💕

It’s palpable, the tension. A smothering, suffocating heavy cloud stretching between the two of you, and you almost wonder how you got here, to this hurdle in your relationship.

It builds like an avalanche - a tiny, harmless snowball that’s picked up speed as it rolls, rolls, rolls, until it’s so big you can’t be in the same room as him without feeling like you’re walking on eggshells.

Even now, on a night meant for the two of you, you feel distanced from him - despite sitting beside each other on the couch. You’re pressed up against his side, It’s a Wonderful Life playing on the screen - a favorite of Bucky’s. It’s supposed to be a bonding time for you, but you’ve never felt so far away from him.

His arm is around you, but it’s stiff, and where his fingers would normally dance across your skin, raise goosebumps in their wake, now they’re still, limp. Careless.

And despite the movie being a favorite, he looks utterly bored when you peek up at him from under your lashes. Eyes vacant, fingers of his vibranium hand holding up his head, teeth chewing on his bottom lip. 

You wonder if he feels it too, this mountain that’s suddenly erected between you.

You’ve been dating eight months - is he bored with you already? Disinterested? “Just not feeling it anymore”? Is he too afraid of hurting you, and it’s why he hasn’t said anything yet? Is he waiting for you to get fed up and leave?

Because you won’t, you can’t. Despite this emotional gap between you, you feel a connection to him you haven’t felt before. He’s level-headed where you can be chaotic - being an Avenger is probably to thank for that - and he’s soft spoken despite his large, often gruff exterior.

He’s a perfect counterbalance to who you are - how could you not fall in love with him almost as soon as you met him?

Part of you believes that if Bucky didn’t want to be with you, he wouldn’t. He’s sure of himself, thanks to the hard work he’s done for himself since being officially recruited as an Avenger. He’d told you a little of how difficult it had been - in the 30s and 40s, people didn’t openly talk about their struggles, least of all with a psychologist; they just lived with them. 

It only made you fall for him even harder, for the sheer strength he has and the determination to come to grips with what’s happened to him.

But it seems those feelings are one-sided, and the revelation sits like lead in your stomach. With pressure building behind your eyes, you fake a yawn.

“I think I should go,” you mutter, thankful that your voice doesn’t crack. Bucky turns his eyes to you, wide and - is that disappointment?

“Oh, yeah, okay. I’ll call you a cab?”

You stand up with a shake of your head. “Not necessary, I’ll get an Uber on my way down.”

He walks you to the elevator, hands in his pockets and feeling awkward. The kiss you share is quick, chaste, and stiff, much like the rest of your evening tonight. When you turn your back to him to enter the elevator, your chin wobbles.

Bucky stands in the hallway for a while after you’ve gone, his thoughts running away from him. He can’t be the only one between you who felt that distance, could he?

Have you changed your mind about him? Realized the former Winter Soldier isn’t who you want to give your heart to? Perhaps all the atrocities he’s committed are truly too much for you to handle.

He couldn’t blame you if they were and yet... You own his entire being, body and soul. If you were to leave him, a large part of him would go with you, a piece he isn’t sure he’d be able to get back. 

He knows you noticed his demeanor tonight, the way he hid behind himself in an effort of self-preservation. He nearly made himself bleed from biting his tongue so hard to keep three words he didn’t think he’d ever say from slipping out. He didn’t want to scare you, to make you run off,

but it seems he managed to do that anyways.

Bucky leans forward, bonks his head on the elevator once, twice, three times before a door opening behind him makes him pause.

“Are you done brooding yet?”

Bucky’s shoulders drop, in no mood for Sam’s ribbing. The man teases out of love and respect - it’s just how their relationship is - but tonight, he can’t bring himself to return the dig. He turns away from the elevator, shoulders up to his ears and hands still in his pockets.

Sam’s face changes when he takes in Bucky’s posture, and he sighs, leaning up against the frame of his door.

“What’s up, Tin Man?” he prods gently. 

Bucky’s eyes find a place just over Sam’s shoulder, torn between opening up to Sam about the turn his relationship has taken and remaining silent, attempt to sort through it himself.

A helpless look at Sam, and the dark-skinned man opens the door wider, turning to the side to allow Bucky entrance.

“Talk to me, man. You look like someone kicked your dog.”

Sam offers Bucky a seat on his couch, an expensive, black leather that feels as cushy as a cloud. The man leans back, crosses his arms over his chest. The black metal of his arm catches the low lighting in Sam’s room, turns the gold bronze.

“I think she’s going to break up with me,” he starts, and before he knows it he’s spilling all of his insecurities to Sam. The other man listens patiently, cocking his head curiously at some parts and pursing his lips for others.

Bucky half-expects the man to jab at him - joke about how she finally realized what a mess he is - but to his surprise (and relief; he has enough self-hatred for both of them), Sam nods sagely and looks almost empathetic. It would throw Bucky for a loop, if he and Sam haven’t come to some middle ground.

Steve would be so proud of them.

“Then she’s not worth it, Buck,” comes Sam’s response almost immediately after Bucky’s finished. The brunet’s eyes go wide. “If she can’t handle you as you are, if that’s too much for her, then it isn’t worth it. I like her, man, but I like you a lot better, and you deserve somebody who’s going to take your baggage, embrace it, accept it, and help make you better for it. And you shouldn’t have to settle for anything less.”

Bucky wants to argue, say that you are absolutely worth it, but the words get stuck in his throat. He knows Sam is right, acknowledges that yes, he has more baggage than most, but also that he does deserve someone who’ll accept him regardless of it.

But haven’t you? Eight months in and Bucky had been sure you’d accepted him for who he had been, not just who he is now. But perhaps you’d changed your mind. Perhaps you’d thought long and hard over it and realized a broken soldier wasn’t who you wanted at all.

He couldn’t blame you, but it still hurts to think about.

“I think you need to talk to her,” Sam continues, watching the emotions play out over Bucky’s face - shock, sadness, realization, and finally, utter heartbreak. Sam feels no pleasure whatsoever in telling Bucky this, but he’s never one to beat around the bush. His years as a VA counselor wouldn’t let him.

“Talk to her, and find out where her head’s at. It’s the only way you’re going to know.”

You don’t talk to Bucky for two weeks. After leaving the Avengers compound, you thought it best to distance yourself, prepare your heart for the eventuality that Bucky would break it off. But it’s even worse that he doesn’t contact you at all, and you begin to resent it.

Bitterness ekes into everything you say and do, your very being so clouded by resentment you’re not even sure who you are anymore. You don’t recognize yourself or the cynicism your attitude seems to have adopted. 

You hate it.

In a whirlwind of anger, resentment, and self-loathing, you drive to the compound. Flash the card Bucky had given you for access whenever he didn’t come pick you up himself. The gate rolls open, and your heart pounds with the notion that this might be the last time you'll ever see it.

You take the elevator up to Bucky’s floor, hands twisting together as you sort through every thought you’ve had in the past two weeks. Doing so reignites your anger, puts a scowl on your face that could curdle milk.

Bucky’s surprised to see you - even more so to see that look on your face - when he opens his door after you’ve slammed your fist against it.

“What the fuck is going on, Bucky?” you demand, and he winces, steps aside and waves you in so that the two of you don’t draw attention.

His shoulders hunch, hands sliding into his pockets - a clear sign that he’s feeling out of his element and is trying to make himself very, very small. In the space of his bedroom, your anger cools a little, fond memories of time spent in the space taking you over.

“Are we over?” you ask, outright, and Bucky’s head snaps up in alarm. “I mean, did I miss any hints you might’ve been dropping? Am I just making a fool of myself by being here, trying to fix this?”

Bucky’s mouth opens and closes like a fish, rendered speechless and dumb by your questioning. It isn’t what he’d been expecting, and it’s caught him off guard.

“I- what?” He shakes his head as your eyes turn sad and manages to connect his brain to his mouth. “Where the hell did you get that idea?”

Eyes going steely, you straighten your shoulders. “Well, considering you acted like you’d rather have been anywhere else but with me the last time we saw each other, paired with the fact I haven’t heard from you in two weeks? What am I supposed to think?”

He laughs shortly, incredulous, until your eyes flare up in anger again, and he reins it in, but only just. He just can’t believe what he’s hearing from you, how all this time he thought you were bored of him - or scared. Either way, the relief warming his chest keeps the smile on his face.

Your posture is rigid and you move to take a step back as he closes the distance, but his arms wrap around you and tug you into his chest. The kiss he lays on you is firm but warm, an outpouring of emotion that slowly destroys the wall you’ve erected just to face him.

His hands are warm, even the metal appendage, where he grasps your face to keep you close to him. He sighs when your arms wrap around his waist, hands gliding up to his shoulders to grasp his shirt, and he swallows the little whimper you let loose. 

Until he tastes the salt on your lips and he pulls away.

Your eyes are glassy, tears leaking from the corners to slide glistening tracks down your cheeks. His thumbs brush them away as he smiles softly.

“Sweetheart, don’t cry,” he coos. He kisses you again before looking you in the eye. He wants to make sure you know he means every word. “I’m sorry I was a little emotionally constipated. I- I felt it, too, that weird air the last time you were here, and I thought you - I thought you had changed your mind about me, about us, and that you were just too shy to say anything. So I gave you your space even though it nearly killed me to do it. I thought it was what you wanted, but clearly I was wrong.”

Bottom lip trembling, you sniffle and wipe your nose on your sleeve. “No, I... I could have called. I know you felt a little off that night, too. I was just. I didn’t know how much I could push, if you even wanted that conversation at all. I guess I just thought it was your way of saying you were done with me.”

He chuckles, deep and reverberating, and he shakes his head. “Never gonna happen. I love you too much.”

He enjoys the change on your face - the surprise and then the utter elation - and he grins like the cat that ate the canary.

“You what?”

Bucky isn’t sure why he’d been so scared to say it before, not when you’re looking at him like he’s the center of your universe. 

“I love you,” he repeats, punctuating it with a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “And I should’ve said it sooner, especially if you were having doubts.”

He’s entranced by the way you chew your lip thoughtfully, shrug a shoulder shyly. “I could’ve said it, too. I love you, Bucky.”

The smile that breaks upon his face is blinding, radiant. This man was born to smile like this all the time. And he’s mine, you think. He’s all mine.

You giggle, tuck your face into his neck as you shake your head. Still grinning, he holds you tight, chuckles in kind when you say, “We’re idiots.”

“Mm,” he hums in agreement. “But idiots in love.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes angst

[abarbaricyalp]

('til i carry you home) Your Hand in My Hand

Prompt Fill #1 for the ask sitting in my box: Handholding 10/ happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go

Lordy help me, I went back to the fr@ au :/

AO3 link in the reblog!

Sam was a little bit sun drunk and a lot a bit beer drunk and he wasn’t sure which to blame on the way he was laying across Bucky’s bare, warm back while Bucky tried to grill burgers in the courtyard of the frat house. Sam said ‘tried’ because, well, he had taken Bucky’s hand hostage half an hour ago and hadn’t let go since. At first, Bucky had put up an admirable fight against the rest of the frat bros about who had to do the cooking at what point. How was he supposed to grill and hold Sam’s hand and hold his beer? He was occupied and didn’t want to put either thing down. Someone else could put the burgers on the pit and half watch them.

But then Sam had forgotten about Bucky’s out and finished off the beer in his hand and then grabbed them another one, ice cold from the box and soothing on his rapidly warming, sun-toasted skin. And, well, that was the end of Bucky’s beer hand.

“So I was tellin’ Frankie,” Bucky was saying to someone Sam didn’t recognize. After a month and a half together, Sam had gotten to know most of the guys who lived in the house but parties like this brought dozens and dozens of other people to the house and Sam just could not be forced to care about anyone’s friends except the people Bucky actually liked. “I was tellin’ Frankie… I was tellin’ him… Shit, Sam, what was I tellin’ Frank?” Bucky asked, turning to look over his shoulder at Sam.

“I didn’t know you’d seen Frank recently,” Sam said with a yawn, curling his fingers in Bucky’s hand for a second to let a little bit of air attempt to dry the sweat between them.

“He called the other night. Maybe you weren’t here. Anyway, it was something about--”

Sam closed his eyes against the excessive October warmth again, cheek rested on Bucky’s shoulder, feeling the low grumble of his voice more than listening to it. He could even almost ignore the jostling of people at his back like this, narrow his existence down to the two feet depth he and Bucky took up together in the patio courtyard.

Sam had almost drifted off when Bucky suddenly let go of his hand for only a split second, though it was enough to have Sam drunkenly whining, before he threw his arm over Sam’s shoulders and grabbed his hand again. It left Sam’s arm bent at the elbow and sweat immediately began to pool there, but at least Bucky was holding him again.

“And then, get this, the bastard jumped out of the dummy plane into the pool,” Bucky was saying as he leaned back against a stone bench. He took the drink from Sam’s hand and gestured with it as he continued his story. Or Frank’s story. Sam wasn’t sure where the segways were when Bucky got animated like this. “He’s fearless. It’s wild. He’s wild. Man, this is almost empty.” The last part was directed at Sam and was accompanied by Bucky shaking the beer bottle.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed. “It was colder than just standing around.”

Bucky laughed, full chested but still lacking. It was the way he laughed when people were watching him, when he wanted people to think he was fun and silly. Not quite the way he belly laughed with Sam, arms around his middle, curled to one side to hide his scrunched up face. Certainly not the ungainly way he snorted when Sam surprised him with a biting remark or mean observation.

The guy Bucky was talking to drifted to another conversation--something that involved him puking on a beach--and Bucky looked over at Sam, fake smile immediately falling into the one that Sam knew better.

“Hey,” he said with a nod.

Sam rolled his eyes but nodded back. “Hey. Come here often?”

“Well, I live here, so.” Bucky’s mouth quirked to the side and he leaned down to kiss the corner of Sam’s mouth before they could even finish the pantomime. “How ‘bout you?”

“Yeah, I keep getting dragged over here,” Sam said. “Got it bad for one of the guys who lives here.”

“Gross,” Bucky answered and kissed him again.

“Barnes, the burgers, come on!” someone shouted over at them.

Bucky flicked him off, though it wasn’t so intimidating with him trying ot hold onto the empty bottle at the same time. He tossed it towards a bin and Sam cringed at the crash of glass on glass.

“Wouldn’t this be easier with your flesh hand? Or both?” Sam asked as Bucky tried to fight with a flame that had suddenly roared up thanks to some excess fat dripping down to the coals. As if Sam wasn’t the one holding on. Then again, Bucky had freed himself and then reattached himself. So maybe it was his fault now.

“Maybe,” Bucky said, shoving a metal spatula under a patty from the side without a flame. “But then I’d have to let go of you. And if I do that, you might run off to someone cuter. Since, apparently, you have a thing for guys in this house.”

See, his fault.

Sam rolled his eyes again and his drunkenness washed over him suddenly, head going light at the sudden disorientation. Bucky’s arm tightened around his shoulder so Sam didn’t stumble.

“You’re the biggest lightweight I’ve ever met. You’ve got so much muscle hiding on those bones of yours and still can’t hold cheap beer.”

“Sorry I’m not used to bad alcohol,” Sam mumbled and dropped his face to Bucky’s neck.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathed. Just for Sam, like those laughs and that smile. “You can’t just do this to me.”

“‘M not doin’ anything,” Sam yawned, then let his lips drag over the sweaty skin of Bucky’s neck. Goosebumps followed after his mouth.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathed again, a hitch appearing at the end.

“Buck!” Clint called out, which was about the only voice in the crowd that could make Sam lift his head to look at what commotion was happening.

A bad one, actually. A very large beach ball was falling right over the open flame of the grill and all the very well formed patties that someone--fuck, Ben something?--had worked on for ages.

Bucky batted the ball away, sent it spinning over their heads towards the cactus, and then he pulled Sam along with him to jog a few steps to bat it back towards Clint and his friends up at the basketball court before it could become victim to agave spines. “How are you gonna try to cause an explosion when you’re not even the one cooking?” Bucky called up at him.

Clint raised both hands in an exaggerated shrug and went back to whatever dumb game they were playing. Bucky went back to tending the burgers one handed. Sam tried to subtly roll out his shoulder.

“How long are you gonna hold me hostage?” Sam asked with no heat in his voice.

“Until I can get you back into my bed. Or your bed.” His eyes flickered up to Sam’s balcony. “Quieter in your bed.”

“I don’t have AC right now,” Sam reminded him.

“Fuck your neighbors. And your leasing office.”

Sam had to agree. Spending several days at the frat house had never been his idea of fun and he was almost to his end with it all. “I like your bed,” he said instead of saying any of that. “It’s soft.”

“It’s the blanket. I’ll get you one for Christmas.”

Sam laughed and Bucky pulled him closer, kissing his hair and squeezing his hand. The idea that Bucky was already thinking about them together months in the future was enough to make heat, hotter than the air around them, bloom in his stomach. He held onto Bucky’s hand tighter and silently promised to never let go.

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fanfic #the falcon and the winter soldier #captain america #writing #i answer things

[froegs]

My Stardew OC’s!

long post, but feel free to read up if u wanna ask questions or request to see more of them!!

Ivy Sodbuster!

Quick Facts about Ivy:

She worked in customer service @ joja for 6 years

She was a dedicated scene kid 8th grade and all through high school, unfortunately she had to trash (almost) all her clothes and redye her hair bc of joja 😞

She only wore business casual bc she would go and work for seven hours and come home, sleep, repeat. When she started working on the farm she was broke as hell so she had to rip the sleeves off her shirts and cut her jeans into jorts so she could have work clothes

Emily was her first friend in town bc she saw ivys busted ass and said..... let me help you

She became friends with Sam second just because. He was around.

She inherited grandpa’s farm with her cousin, Oakley (my friends oc, once she finalizes a design I’ll draw them more).

Oakley’s more “mature” (bc shes 30) but she just is really anxious. Ivy tries to set her up with Leah but they don’t click,,, Oakley ends up falling for chicken man.

Sam introduces Ivy to Seb and instead of Farmer falling for NPC its the other way around Fr.

Seb crushes on Ivy immediately

His first attempt at flirting was like “hey ivy...... wanna see me beat Sam at 8pool for 3 hrs straight?” And Ivy immediately joined Sam’s side and demolished Seb in 8ball.

Ivy ended up hanging out with the ASS trio on a daily.

Seb and Ivy started dating Fall 1 of year 1 after they confessed their feelings for each other during the dance of the moonlight jellies festival

They moved in together 3 days after Seb’s bday

And were married Summer 10

They fast burned this bitch but they are so stupidly in love

In Year 3 Spring Ivy’s other cousin on her moms side became pregnant and chose to give it up for adoption, but beforehand she asked everyone in the family if they wanted a baby

Ivy looked at Seb like 👀

So on Year 3 Winter 1 they brought home their son, Finn

I think this is a classic trope for all Sebastian lovers but he def dresses Finn up in a frog onesie and calls him tadpole !!

Her favorite activity is fishing, that’s how’d she find excuses to hang out with Seb by the lake

She loves making artisan items, especially truffle oil. Oakley prefers large crops and agricultural designing and ivys like fuck yeah mushroom >:D

Milo NoLastName!

Quick Facts About Milo:

Milo was smuggled into Pelican Town by the Traveling Merchant when he was 6 and was taken in by Gil and Marlon.

Gil was 55 and Marlon was 46 when they “adopted” Milo

Gil took the most care of him and Marlon kind of had the attitude of like... a dad when your family pressures him to get a dog. First week their like FINE I GUESS we have to TAKE CARE of HIM. Next week: me and the bestie!

Milo looks up to Gil so much. His favorite brown jacket was Gil’s old one.

Marlon took Milo into the mines when he turned ten as a sort of “coming of age” trip and.... a bat nipped a part of his ear off.

Marlon said it’ll build character

But he was freaking out about it

Gil was upset but got it patched up.

I head canon that Evelyn taught the kids in town before they went off to high school, so four times a week (he’d usually stay home Friday to reset and relax or help out his dads) he’d have to socialize with the others

But he was always a few years older than them so he felt kind of distant

The others in question were Alex, Penny, Sam, Abigail, Sebastian, and Maru

Once he graduated middle school he convinced Gil to let him homeschool so he could find geodes and sell them during most the day.

When he was 17 he finally reached floor 120 of the mines, but on his way climbing back up he got attacked by three squid kids and void spirits, lost his left ear, and blacked out

He was rescued by Marlon, who rushed him home and took care of him

Because Pelican Town didn’t have a doctor at that time, the bus was broken down, all Marlon could do was try and clean up his ear and give him antibiotics and make sure it didn’t become infected

He lost his hearing in that ear

That was the biggest injury he’s gotten so far, but he was grateful when Harvey moved to town

Harvey opened his clinic, fresh faced (ish) at 26 and immediately some scruffed up 24 year old saunters in like “thank GOD ur here dude, here’s fourteen years worth of problems. Good luck.”

It didn’t actually go like that

But

Basically

Milo’s not really a social person, at 25 he discovered he could easily buy a car and drive out to the desert to try his hand at skull cavern. He came prepared but ended up needing emergency surgery that night anyway

He slowly but surely became friends with Sandy and the desert trader. He liked the trader for her prices and Sandy for her kindness.

He also fell in love with....... HARVEY!! (shocker)

Harvey actually fell in love with him first :))

Idiots to lovers slow burn

Hell they’re not even together by the time ivy rolls around and they met like.... 6 years ago??? My god these bitches.....

Pheobe Dy

Quick facts about Pheobe:

Pheobe actually grew up closer to the desert than Zuzu City or pelican town!

Her parents own a decent sized cacti farm and she’d bus into town for school where she met Sandy and Emily!!

I like to believe there’s another town (not as small as Pelican) but close knit in the desert. I hc that Sandy’s shop, skull caverns, and the trader are just like the entry road to a nice desert town

Anyway

She got into fashion and design when Emily pulled her and Sandy into it in sophomore year of high school

Sandy didn’t like it that much and would usually hit glue or staple pieces bc she’d procrastinate the whole time lol

But Pheobe and Em where DEDICATED

they’d hang out after school to design clothing and critique each other’s work (with love, of course)

Pheobe went to college for clothing design with her backup being IT and computer work (another passion of hers)

She started dating Sebastian when she met him during a trip to a small computer repair store in ZuZu city

He thought she was cute so he gave her his number and they met at Stardrop Saloon

She felt a need to like him, not because she was actually attracted to him in any way, but because she was a ~closeted lesbian~

So that relationship didn’t last too long

Ok maybe a little

2 years

But she’s bad at cutting off things, ok?

That’s when she realized she liked her best friends... Sandy and Emily

Emily and Sandy were already in a pretty open relationship by the time Pheobe came around, but it still took her some courage to admit her feelings to them.

They started dating when all three of them were around 26.

Emily moved with her sister Haley to pelican town a year into their relationship, and Sandy and Pheobe followed.

They bought a car so Sandy could maintain her shop in the desert

There is now a house where that garden that Harvey stands in 25/8 is. And Sandy and Pheobe live there. I don’t make the rules.

Pheobe and Emily work together on a small clothing company, they design the clothes together, Emily makes them, Pheobe made a website and uploads them there, and Sandy sells some at her shop :D

The three of them would like to tie the knot one day, but right now they’re super content on where they are, so sometime in the future :)

#long post #stardew valley #stardew valley oc #sodbuster farms #farmer ivy #sdv art #sdv ocs #anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk #Pheobe sdv #Milo sdv #that’s all folks

[guymaito]

For the ask thing :3:

Top 5 animals? Top 5 fav/comfort movies? Top 5 fav cartoons/shows?

I’m honestly glad to know theres other people including you who actually like Pakku and his character :3 Yes he was a completely asshole at the start but he did change, it’s just that it was so subtle that not everyone saw it

Also random song associations with characters:

Fighter by Jack Stauber reminds me very well of Piandao, Pakku, and Jeong Jeong as their younger selves during the war.

Why do I associate Grace by Lewis Capaldi with Bumi? (the music video tho would give more context to why it might make sense)

Oh Klahoma by Jack Stauber reminds me of Piandao and his overall anxieties for his partners.

Consider some of these songs as sorta song recs? Idk but still :3

1. Giraffes!! the reason why their tongues look like That is cause of extra melanin and to prevent sunburn!!

2. Seals!! there are 33 different kinds of pinnipeds and there over 50 extinct pinnipeds

3. Dogs!! they can only see in shades of blue and yellow, so bright red roses look yellowish brown and lively green grass look dehydrated and dead

4. Crows!! a group of them are called a murder

5. Cows!! they’re actually colorblind, they can’t see red specifically, so male cows, bulls aren’t getting mad at the color, they’re getting angry at the movement

1. The Losers movie from 2010, it’s a action mystery movie about Clay and his team that are a part of an elite US Special Forces Unit and are approached by a mysterious woman to exact revenge on their handler, Max, who betrayed them and just,,,the characters, CHRIS EVANS, jake jensen and all of his kinda weird glory, THE ELEVATOR SCENE, also cougar!!

2. Captain America and The Winter Soldier movie, it’s a action movie, which makes me realize that a lot of my faves are prolly gonna be action something, but anyways, it’s about Steve Rogers, who now lives in the nation's capital as he tries to adjust to modern times. An attack on a S.H.I.E.L.D. colleague throws Rogers into a web of intrigue that places the whole world at risk. Joining forces with the Black Widow, Natasha Romanov, and a new ally, Sam Wilson, Steve struggles to expose an ever-widening conspiracy, but he and his team soon come up against an unexpected enemy. oh my god,,,just,,,the fight scenes, the running scene at the beginning of the movie, steve meeting sam that way, just everything!! this was also my introduction to marvel so in my mind no other marvel movie can live up to this (other than spiderman away from home)

3. Spiderman Far from Home, again, it’s a action movie, i’m not gonna explain this cause the post is getting long, but!! mj and peter!! just,,,all of their scenes!! also jake gyllenhaal!! the fight scenes!! the soundtrack!! everything about it is amazing!!

4. Thunderforce, again, i’m not gonna explain, it’s an action adventure and comedy movie (ofc it is look at the other 3 🙄 /s), the relationship between lydia and emily!! the relationship between lydia and emily’s daughter!! the humor!! the fight scenes!! the soundtrack!!,,,,just everything about is good despite the bad ratings

that’s more like a top 4 than a top 5 but that’s like,,,,all the movies i genuinely like and will rewatch if given the chance and for that where’s a honorable mention: Hamilton (the movie version on disney+ that came out i think nearly a year ago), the soundtrack is amazing, the characters are better, got some funny moments and is mostly historically accurate, like yeah angelica did forget her name cause at the time of her meeting alex ham, she was married to a man named john church (or something church idk) so her last name was church but she introduced herself to alexander as angelica schuyler, not angelica church, so in satisfied she was telling the truth about forgetting her own name, but in the same song she said that her father had no sons even though the real angelica had 3 brothers.

1. Avatar the last Airbender, ofc or else i would have a blog (mostly) centered around it and it’s sequel /s but fr though?? it’s such a good show!! zuko’s redemption arc, iroh’s redemption arc (even though his more subtle than zuko’s) , aang!! love him and his character so much, especially when he gets to be a sassy little shit, sokka and his shit humor and brains, katara, toph, hakoda and HIS shit humor, the fight scene with hakoda (he fights kinda like a waterbender, using his opponent’s momentum against them), bato and his lovely, lovely voice, piandao, aang going ‘how about he get on YOUR back and you can fly us to the south pole’ or something like that to sokka after he complained about appa not flying higher, the boiling rock episodes, hakoda apparently being a good dad but a shitty prison riot starter (love that for him), just!! atla is such a good ass show, im not changing my mind. also!! i like the way they introduced ozai, not showing his face but still presenting him as not only a shit dad, but a shit person as well, like up until book three, we only saw him like, the neck down and in like, a flashback or two (i don’t really remember how many flashbacks ozai was in actually cause it’s nearly been a full year since i last watched it) and that’s it, so it made seeing his face for the first time all the more better cause you was already like ‘what the hell does this shitbag look like’ and then you see him and now ur like ‘oh!! THATS what he looks like!!’

2. The Legend of Korra, again, ofc or else i wouldn’t have a blog (mostly) centered around it and it’s prequel, just,,,,korra’s arc from being hot headed to calm is fantastic but also sad considering the way she went from that to this, korra’s book 1 character!! for whatever reason i really like b1 korra, just,,her design, her hair style (even though she had it for nearly the entire series) just!!! book 1 korra <3, also the entirety of book 1!! just amon posing as a anti bender nonbender despite being a waterbender himself, the scene where tenzin and his kids nearly lost their bending, which would’ve meant that, if tenzin did lose his bending but his kids didn’t, that would’ve meant the strongest airbender would’ve been his 11 year old daughter, the gruesome way to end the season finale episode by doing a murder suicide which was dark as fuck for what?? a kids show??, also the villains in this show!! their good as hell!! the backstory of the red lotus and how and why they were created?? amon and his anti bending?? kuvira and her plan to basically rule the earth kingdom (idk i haven’t finished book 4), unalaq and his spiritual stuff and wanting to become a dark avatar and fusing with vaatu?? also!! the other disturbing scene of korra basically getting tortured near the end of book 3, i mean?? it deadass left her hella traumatized and unable to walk, again hella dark for a fucking kids show

3. The Walking Dead, even though i haven’t finished it or watched in like, 4-5 months, i just,,,the way the presented negan!! practically foreshadowing him the entirety of season 6!! him appearing at the very end of the season 6 finale and pretty much having an entire episode dedicated to him in the very beginning of season 7 (which is why some fans argue he was introduced in s7 not s6 cause of the fact that he didn’t show up until the very end of the s6 finale but had an entire episode with him in it in s7, while others say vice versa cause the very the first time we see him was in s6 not s7), the fact that the walking dead logo was getting progressively more and more decayed as the series go on?? the fact that the WALKERS (the zombies) are getting more and more decayed as the series go on?? dale’s death scene?? shane’s death scene?? negan’s relationship with rick’s daughter?? the fact that this show also has what?? 11, 12 seasons?? which reminds me that i’m still on season 9 of twd

4. Sabrina the Teenage Witch, just,,,salem and his sarcasm?? sabrina’s aunts?? sabrina herself?? just!! everyone is just so fucking funny in this show it’s unreal, specially salem!! a lot of my favorite scenes have salem in them, the ‘are you on a women’s chat room again?’ (or something like that) and salem saying ‘i like the attention’ in response, that one harvey and salem scene that i don’t know how to describe without turning this into a giant paragraph like the ones before this one

5. blue’s clues, it was my favorite childhood show and i love the reboot of it so much!! especially p for pride moment in that song i don’t remember the name of, blue themself!! steve leaving which was sad but getting an equally amazing host in the process?? amazing!! the scene where salt and pepper introduced their baby, paprika?? just,,,it’s such good show and i loved it when i was younger and i still love it now!!

#asks #moots #piandao was in what? two episodes? #but do i still love him? i do no doubt #oof i really need to catch up on twd #long post #this got long as shit oof

[thecleverdame]

TTWDBI - ONE

Part One - Fate

Masterlist

Summary:  Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader -Sam’s young, powerful and comes from one of the wealthiest families in New York. When he meets an Omega bartender who’s far from what his family expects, Sam is forced to make a series of hard choices.

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, smut, knotting, breeding, dominance, ownership, angst, family drama

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Sam normally doesn’t go out, and when he does it’s not with work colleagues. He’s never liked to overlap his worlds; instead, preferring to keep his social and professional lives comfortably separated. But the guys from the finance department have been on his case for months, begging him to join them in their weekly outing. They all agreed to come in and work on a Saturday in preparation for the quarterly review; so when they invited him to join them, he couldn’t say no.

And to his surprise, he’s actually enjoying himself.

It’s not that he’s antisocial. While he doesn’t have many close friends, he enjoys the few he’s acquired over the years. It’s hard to know who to trust. His father built an empire, of which he and his brother, Dean, are the heirs to. And someday, when the old man retires, Sam will be the one running the Institute. But for now, he’s still young, just biding his time. Only twenty-five, he’s overseeing the guys in finance to learn the ropes.

The Winchester family is powerful and one of the richest in the country, and Sam learned a long time ago that with privilege comes drawbacks.

Tonight, Sam found himself out of excuses. Frankly, after the week he’d had, drinking a few beers and shooting the shit didn’t sound like a bad option.

“Right, Sam?” Keith asks eagerly, raising his beer in the youngest Winchester’s direction.

“I don’t know what the question was but I learned a long time ago never to agree with anything you say,” Sam chides and the table erupts in laughter.

“He’s full of shit anyway.” Jeff pipes up. “There is no way that Lola from reception wants anything to do with him.”

“She’s so into me.” Keith rebuts, patting his chest with his palm. “She’s all over this.”

“Get out of here with your delusions, man. She’s a solid eight and you’re not even on the chart.” Snickering, Jeff clinked his glass with Kevin who’s sitting beside him.

“Fuck you,” Keith flings a stack of napkins that flutter across the table.

“How about you Sam?” Jeff inquires, lifting his beer in his boss’s direction.

“Me?” Sam grins tipping back his beer. “I’m boring. All work.”

“You dated Sarah from billing last year for a while didn’t you?”

“Yeah, learned my lesson there. I won’t make that mistake twice.”

He would have preferred that his short-lived relationship with Sarah Blake stayed private, but she’d been eager to tell anyone who would listen. Besides, her questionable judgment notwithstanding, she was a Beta and he’d found himself less than satisfied in the bedroom.

“How about your secretary, Amelia? She’s not bad-”

“Nope,” Sam interjects, hoping to quell the speculation then and there. A conversation can quickly go from rumor to gossip in the blink of an eye, and he knows full well Amelia’s been vying for his attention. He doesn’t want to give the idea legs. “I keep it strictly professional. Anything more is asking for trouble.”

“Boring,” Keith smirks and Jeff joins.

“Sam’s a saint.”

“Not even close.” Sam laughs, his line of sight shifting to watch you behind the bar, pouring shots of tequila, looking up just quick enough to catch him. He hasn’t been able to take this eyes off you all night.

“What about her?” Sam gestures in your direction.

All three guys follow as he points.

“Y/N. A total ten.” Kevin whistles as he twists in his chair. “Good luck with that.”

“Ass for days. I’m pretty sure every guy in here has tried to take her home. She doesn’t shit where she eats, either.” Jeff jokes and the conversation moves on, but Sam doesn’t. You brought them a round of drinks before the bar got busy, and he caught your scent up close and personal - unmistakably Omega and like nothing he’s ever encountered before.  

His parents would be mortified if they saw him sizing up a bartender at some shit hole bar on the Lower East Side. His mother has been trying to set him up since he presented. And his father…well, his father thinks he’s too young to focus on anything other than his career. He’s happy to encourage a one night stand over a relationship any day of the week.

Sam’s been in a couple relationships, but nothing too serious. He’s never found anyone that felt compulsory, that is until he smelled you. Now that he’s set his sights on you, he can’t back down. There is something inside him, something long dormant that’s flickering to life like a piece of forgotten machinery. Sam knows he needs to act before this feeling builds into something he’s not in control of.

“I’ll be back,” He slides out of his seat, moving toward the bar, as Keith slaps on him on the back with a bit of ill-fated good luck.

—

The way he’s looking at you should make you uncomfortable.

It’s still early on a Saturday night and most of the guys at his table are regulars, but he is definitely not. You’d remember an Alpha with that face and those mesmerizing eyes. Those eyes that you can feel boring holes into your back as you walk away.

It’s not unusual for men to show you attention. You’re attractive and fit and unmistakably an unclaimed Omega.

It takes a lot to peak your interest. After five years working in bars throughout New York City, you’re used to the attention and adept at carefully sidestepping any precarious situations.

There’s been a low hum in your belly all night, ever since you first laid eyes on him. Your heat is weeks away so you have no reasons to keep suppressants on you.  But as this gorgeous specimen of man approaches the bar, you wish were better prepared.

“Hi,” he smiles like a cat who just ate a canary, with dimples that give him a false, boyish charm. It might be easy to mistake him for harmless, but you can tell just by the way that he moves he’s far from it.

“Hey,” you nod, placing both hands on the bar. “What can I get for you?”

He chuckles, eyes shining as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. There’s no pretense - you both know exactly why he’s here and it’s not for another beer.

“Why don’t you tell me. Anything on special?” His eyes trail over the entire length of your body from head to toe, making zero attempt to conceal his blatant lust.

You could smell him earlier, but his scent must be getting stronger because it’s all you can concentrate on. In fact, you’ve never been around an Alpha with a scent as powerful as his. You wonder if he’s close to his rut.

“What do you like?” You inquire, squeezing your thighs together. There’s no way he can’t smell your arousal, the wet heat between your legs making you slightly comfortable as you try to act casual.

He smiles again, leaning forward. You indulge, bending over the bar so that you’re within inches of each. He’s even more beautiful up close. “I’d like to take you home with me.”

Well, so much for subtlety. But you can appreciate a direct approach. Plus, you decided you wanted him before he ever made a pass.

“My shift ends at two.” You find yourself staring directly into his eyes, stuck in the moment as you breathe hitches. His hands are huge and you wonder if the rest of him is proportional.

“Fuck,” he shakes his head like you’ve just said the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. “That’s five hours, you really wanna wait that long?”

You glance over at Jesse, the other bartender who’s already struggling to keep up with the rush. Normally you would be horrified at the impulsiveness of the entire situation, but you can’t help yourself. He smells too damn good and looks even better. Not to mention it’s been a long damn time since you’ve had an orgasm from something other than your own fingers.

“No, I don’t.” You confess, watching as his palms the crotch of his dress pants. “You live close?”

—

Sam has you pressed up against the wall of his apartment in twenty minutes flat. Your skirt is bunched around your hips as he grinds his erection through the layers of his suit against your soaked panties.

“I don’t normally do this,” You gasp as his mouth pops from yours. He looks at you thoughtfully, like a dying man eyeing his last meal.

The corner of his mouth pulls, just a hint of a smile as his eyes drop from your lips to your cleavage, his tongue darting out.

“Me either.”

You aren’t sure if he’s being serious or just trying to placate you. It sure seems like he’s done this before as his tongue slides back over yours, drawing a moan from your throat directly into his mouth.

His mouth is relentless, kissing you so hard you think he’s going to bruise your lips, his tongue dipping and swirling.

Sam is all muscle under his dress shirt. You can feel how powerful he is as he presses the entire length of his body into yours, pinning you in place.

“Shit,” He pants, pulling back, yanking his tie loose. “You smell so good Omega, makin’ me so hard.”

“Alpha,” you moan, rolling your hips to find some relief. His kisses don’t stop as he struggles to rid himself of his shirt, then his pants as he swiftly unbuckles his belt and drops his slacks to the floor.

“Jesus,” he warns, reaching down to hold your hips in place. “You’re wearing too much. Take your clothes off.”

And with that he steps back, rubbing his cock through his underwear while you scramble to comply. You pull your shirt off, reaching behind your back to unhook your bra. Sam grunts in approval the sight of your bare breasts and hard nipples as you shimmy out of your skirt and slide panties down your legs at lightning speed.

Before he has a chance to act, you step forward and sinking down onto your knees. He watches you like a hawk, his mouth falling open in anticipation. Pulling his boxer-briefs down his thighs, you’re pleased to find his cock is just as big and beautiful as the rest of him. You’re not entirely sure he’ll even fit in your mouth, but that’s not going to stop you from trying.

Wrapping your fingers around the length of his bobbing cock, you waste no time taking him into your mouth, sucking on his thick head as you stroke him root to tip. Glancing up, you find him staring down at you with an unnerving intensity. His eyes locked on your mouth wrapped around his cock and twist his fingers into your hair.

You’ve never minded sucking cock, yet now, with this massive Alpha, you can’t imagine wanting anything more than to choke on him. To take him so far into your throat you’ll be horse afterward. The very thought of it makes your aching cunt clench, clit throbbing between your legs, despite him barely touched you.

With a newfound determination, you lunge forward and swallow him until he’s lodged so deep your eyes begin to water, fighting the urge to gag. Sam shouts, a deep throaty exclamation as you hear him panting above you. You bob back, glancing up to get a look at him before swallowing him again. His head is tipped back, pink lips open as his forehead scrunches in concentration.

You work his cock as best you can, only able to take about half of his length into your mouth despite your valiant efforts. You can taste his precum on your tongue when your cheeks hollow out, sucking around his sensitive head and cupping his sack until he’s breathing out of his nose like a bull.

“Come up here, Omega.” Sam pulls you off his cock, spit hanging from your lips as his dick springs free. He pulls you quickly to your feet.

Sam’s hand slip over your hips to cup your ass before lifting you into the air, bringing your legs around his waist. He kisses you hard, lips scraping over teeth as you moan against him. Your body is practically vibrating, humming with arousal as you rub your pussy over his stomach in an utterly desperate attempt to get some relief.

“Please, fuck me,” You beg, one hand holding on his shoulder while the other grips the meat of his thick bicep. “I want you inside me.”

It’s true, you find yourself needing him in a way that you’ve never even come close to experiencing before. Yeah, you’ve fucked your fair share of Alphas, but Sam is something completely different. You’re aching for him right down to your bones.

And judging from how hard he is, twitching between your bodies, he’s feeling it too.

He’s not entirely sure your slick little pussy is going to be able to take him, at least not the way you’re begging for it. He knows how big his cock is, and if he just goes for it, plows into you hard and fast, it’s going to hurt.

You don’t seem the least bit concerned.

“Please, Alpha,” you plead, tipping your head back and grinding your clit over the hard muscle of his belly. “Sam.”

You resort to using his name and that does the trick. He growls, lifting you up and he slams your back against the wall. Reaching around he spreads your thighs and you reach between to line up his cock.

Looking down, you have a bird’s eye view of his ridiculously thick shaft and the wide, leaking head pressing into your slick channel. You’re wet enough that, despite his significant girth, he slides inside in a single thrust, rutting up into your body until his balls rock into your backside. You were afraid he wouldn’t fit but as he slides home, nestling to the root, and your pussy takes every last inch.

Somewhere in the dizzy, pleasure-soaked part of your brain, you’re aware that you never felt so full or stretched. And you’ve definitely never taken a cock this deep before.

Sam drops his head forward, biting your shoulder as he gasps into the sweat-soaked skin. His hips stutter as he pulls back, and as he rams back inside to the hilt you cry out.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna hurt you,” he grits. His mouth finds your neck to nip at the hollow of your throat. “But I wanna fuck you ‘till you can’t walk. Wanna knot you.”

You’re having an effect on him that he’s finding hard to control. He’s normally a master of self-restraint, never once thought he wouldn’t be able to stop if he needed to, but as your thighs tighten around his waist he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to.

“Doesn’t hurt,” you gasp, rolling your hips trying to get him to move. “I wanna feel you fuck me.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs. Sam braces himself with both hands on your hips and begins to piston up into you with a power and speed that make your eyes roll back in your head. You lied, it does hurt. His cock is fucking huge and every plunge of his shaft is a test in how much you can take. But you’ve always liked a little pain, as long as it comes with pleasure. And the pleasure he’s giving you is bordering mind-numbing.

“Omega,” he groans, drawing his teeth down the center of your throat, starting under your chin and not stopping until he reaches a collarbone. “Gonna knot you, make you come all over my cock.”

You can’t speak. He’s fucking you so hard that every thrust knocks the air from your lungs. You just whimper and hold on. Your hand moves to the back of his neck before several fingers find his hair, grabbing a handful. He seems to like it when you tug on his scalp. You pull him back to look at you before kissing him between hurried breaths.

“You want my knot?” He demands an answer, his entire body, every powerful muscle, flexing in unison with each plunge of his cock. It occurs to you for the first time that neither of you thought of birth control, but you’re so far gone that now it’s almost comical. You’ve never wanted anything as much as you wanted his knot splitting you open and the feeling of him cumming inside you.

For the first time in Sam’s life, he feels completely out of control, practically feral, as you moan and beg him for the all the things he already wants to do to you.

“Yes, Alpha, want your knot.”

“Jesus,” He grunts, feeling the ring of muscle at the base of his dick begin to swell. He’s close now, rutting faster and faster, deeper and deeper. And then a new urge overtakes him, slamming into his senses as he fucks you earnestly.

He wants to mate.

With his knot swelling, you begin to cry out every time he forces it into your cunt, clutching around him like a dying woman.

“Gonna claim you,” he promises, his open mouth pressed to yours as you both pant and writhe against each other.

“Sam!” You scream as his knot pops as he forced it inside you with one long, hard grind until you feel as if he’s going to split you in two. You cum harder than you knew was possible, your body shaking and tightening as you tip your neck to the side, offering every last part yourself to him.

His cock is shooting thick, hot ropes of cum inside you as his teeth sink into your neck. Sam tastes blood - the taste of you is all iron and warmth. It makes his cock pulse, spilling everything he has until his balls are empty and he’s rutting slow and deep into your body.

Both of you are still moving but it’s all soft and slow. His lips kiss the swell of your breast as his hips rock shallow, up and down, slowing with each pass. When he finally stops, he buries his face into the slick sweat of your neck. He kisses his bite before holding you tight against his body while you catch your breath.

You rub his back, letting your hands press up and down his spine as he squeezes your hips, again and again, groaning when your pussy clenches around his knot. One hand slips under your ass, the other wide over your back as he walks you both to the leather couch. He sits carefully with you stuffed full of his cock.

Straddling him, you’re able to push forward to press your breasts into his chest. You want every inch of his skin sliding over every inch of yours. You want to feel him, not just inside, but around you.

Sam nuzzles under your jaw, nipping and licking his way to his bite. His knot is slowly fading but his cock is another story. He’s just as hard as he was before he came, the enormity of his length still deep inside your belly. Having just come like a force of nature, you should be satisfied. Instead, you find that your need is coiling, building quickly as you rock on top of him.

Once his knot is fully subdued, you entertain a maiden stroke. You lift your body up the length of his shaft, careful to keep the head inside. When you sink back down, Sam grits his teeth and makes a deep guttural sound that spurs you on. You find a rhythm, riding him at a comfortable pace as his cock fucks his cum out of you. It makes a mess of everything, including his very expensive sofa.

Your hazy brain looks around his apartment for the first time. You already know you’re on the top floor of the building from the elevator ride up, but you failed to note the sweeping view of the city from his enormous living room. If you were of sound mind and body you’d have a lot of questions, but all you can concentrate on is the way he feels inside you. He rubs lazy circles over your clit with his thumb as he arches up to kiss you.

It doesn’t take either of you long to cum again. You plan to keep your weight off his knot, giving your cunt a break because you’ve got a vague idea of how sore you’re going to be. Instead, he pulls you down onto him as his knot thickens and you happily take him, letting him knot you a second time.

The next twenty-four hours are a blur of sexual gratification. Any logical thought is overcome by this preternatural need for each other and Sam makes good use of the time fucking you until you can move hardly move.

He bends you over the dark granite of his kitchen counter, sliding into you from behind as your breasts slide across the stone. You make it halfway down the hall before you’re sucking his cock, letting him cum over your chest. And once you make to the bedroom, he’s got you on all fours, rutting into you like a caveman, grunting and knotting you as many times as his body will allow.

Unsure of how much time has passed - and not really caring - you whimper as you grab the cheeks of his ass while he slides inside you again and again. Face to face, he’s staring down at you. You could see the muscles in his neck straining as he struggles to keep going. When he reaches between your bodies to find your clit, you smack his hand away.

“I can’t cum again.”

He doesn’t argue, instead, he braces his hands on either side of your head and pumps faster.

Everything is wet, sweat soaked and stinking of sex - from your skin to the sheets beneath you. Sam’s dripping with perspiration, the slick sound of your bodies coming together bouncing off the walls as his drenched hair framed your face.

“Fuck,” he moans, burying his head against your neck, his mouth gaping open as he cums for the final time.

He flips you both over, letting you rest over his chest, your thighs wide around his waist as the minutes tick by and his knot recedes. Exhaustion doesn’t begin to express how drained you both are.

“I never thought this was a real,” you mumble, unable to lift your head.

“What?” Sam slides a hand up your back.

“True bonds. I thought it was some love-at-first-sight bullshit. But this is…I don’t even know.”

“I didn’t believe either,” he huffs, a hand finding the back of your skull, finger tangling in your hair. “Never felt anything like you before.”

For the first time that night you feel his erection fading, cock softening as the uncontrollable urge to bond with his mate equalizes. You’ll have a lot of questions in the morning, but right now you just need to sleep.

“Shower?” He asks, lifting his head to look at you.

“Yes, please.”

He only joins you for a minute, washing himself before giving your backside a squeeze and kissing your shoulder before stepping out. You watch him through the glass door as he dries off and hangs the towel back on the hook, his buttocks flexing as he walks away.

You stay under the warm stream of water until your legs are jelly and can’t stand any longer. Wrapping yourself in a plush robe that smells of his scent, you walk back into the bedroom to find fresh bedding. Your Alpha is standing stark naked against the backdrop of wall-to-wall windows overlooking the New York City nightscape.

He sets his phone down when he notices you, grinning like a wolf.

“Feel better?”

“Much. I don’t suppose you have a pizza somewhere around here?”

“There can be. I’ll get you whatever you want.” He slinks toward you with predatory stealth, his head tipping to the side as he cups your face with his hands.

“I just wanna sleep.” You’ve never been this tired, or this satisfied. Every inch of your body is relaxed and ready to hibernate.

You’re compliant as he uses his grasp to tilt your head, exposing his fresh bite. He runs his thumb around the edge of his mark, grunting in approval. Leaning in to scent you, he drags the tip of his nose along your jawbone until it meets your earlobe.

“You smell like me now, Omega.” He smiles softly, kissing your temple.

You want to melt. Everything about him triggers a physical response in you.

“Let’s go to bed.” He unties the robe, letting it pool at your feet. Sliding between clean sheets, you lie on his chest, one leg over his hip. You might not want to fuck but you’re still in need him touching you everywhere possible. Within moments, your eyelids are closing.

Sam’s not far behind you, refusing to think about the series of repercussions he’ll have to deal with in the morning. Right now, he just wants to be here and that’s his last thought as he follows you into sleep.

–

“Where the hell is your brother?” John Winchester checks his watch, closing his leather-bound notepad and removing his glasses.

Dean looks up from his phone to his father who’s sitting rigidly behind a grandiose desk.

Sam missed the ten o’clock meeting, which is unheard of.

Sam’s never late. Never sick. Never plays hooky. He’s the son John wishes Dean could be, at least when it comes to the business. But, even inside these walls, Sam’s perfect performance is never enough for their father. Dean’s forever the golden boy and everyone knows it.

“Hell if I know.” Dean wiggles his phone in the air. “I’ve been calling him all morning.”

“We need the quarter three projections before the end of the day.” John taps his thumb on the arm of the chair. “Did we send someone to check on him?”

“Carol went over to his place; she said he didn’t answer.” Dean gets up, shoving both hands into his suit pants. His dad’s been in a terrible mood all morning and this is the icing on the cake.

Sam and John have been at odds for as long as Dean can remember. And while his father knows that Sam’s work is beyond reproach, it doesn’t mean they see eye-to-eye. In fact, Dean’s sure they’d find a way to argue about an agreement.

“We’ll stop by his place on the way to lunch. Your mother would kill me if she knew he was MIA and I didn’t check on him.” Reaching for his briefcase, John methodically organizes his papers and laptop before plucking his suit jacket off the back of the chair. “You ready?”

“Always,” Dean nods.

-

Sam’s apartment is on the forty-second floor of a Manhattan high rise. Dean gives his best cop knock, calling his brother’s name but there’s no answer.

“I don’t know.” Dean shrugs, turning to his father who’s already on the phone to the manager. John owns the building so when he requests security to unlock the door there’s someone arriving within minutes, handing John a spare key.

The second the door swings open, both Alphas can smell the overpowering scent of sex. The place stinks of pheromones and there’s no question - Sam’s had a good weekend.

“I swear to God, Dean if he missed our quarterly review to fuck some little bitch I’m going to lose my shit.” John’s jaw ticks as he steps inside.

What their father is implying is out of character for Sam. Both he and his brother have had their fair share of hook-ups, but Sam’s never been on a bender before. But he has to admit, it doesn’t look good.

John saunters around the empty living room, tilting his chin toward a pair of panties on the arm of the couch.

Dean winces.

He watches his father stalk down the hallway toward Sam’s bedroom, pulling off his gloves and shoving them into the pockets of his overcoat. It’s not a good sign. John pauses in the doorway before entering and Dean follows because he might as well be part of the drama if he’s going to have to deal with the fallout.

Sam’s sprawled out in the middle of the bed, naked with the sheet pulling just past his cock but not quite up enough to cover his nest of dark pubic hair. He’s sleeping soundly, chest rising and fall as you lay tucked into his side with the crack of your ass on full display.

“Sam,” John bellows. Dean has no idea how either of you sleeps through his booming voice, but neither of you so much as twitch.

Walking over to the bed, John reaches down and slaps Sam on the bottom of his foot. This does the trick because Sam springs to attention, dumping you on to the pillow as he bolts upright.

“What the fuck-” He blinks, staring at his father who’s standing over him. Completely bewildered, his eyes find Dean by the door. His brother makes you’re-in-some-real-shit face, but Sam’s too out of it to get a handle on the situation.

“Get up,” John spits, looking from Sam to you. “Put some clothes on. I’ll wait in the kitchen.”

–

You have no idea what’s happening. Blinking awake, you can hear muted yelling from somewhere outside of the bedroom. You’ve no idea how long you slept but it wasn’t enough because you can barely move. Taking a moment to collect yourself, you find Sam’s robe and put it on before following the sound of the argument.

When you round the corner from the hall to the living area of the sprawling apartment, Sam and two other men stop to look at you. Sam’s bare-chested, a pair of pajama pants hanging low on his hips while the two guys he’s talking to are dressed to the nines in suits and wool coats.

The older man looks you from head to toe before turning back to Sam. “I hope she fucks as good as she looks.”

“Hey, this isn’t about her.”

“Apparently it is.” John’s eyes narrow back to you. “If she’s got you in bed at noon on a Monday, she’s part of the problem.”

“Dad,” The third man interjects.

“Stay outta this, Dean,” John warns. “I needed you there today, Sam. We’ve got investors showing up tomorrow and now I’ve gotta put my whole day on hold to go over your numbers. It’s unacceptable.”

“I’ll handle it.” Sam moves to get between you and his father but John’s already spotted it.

John looks back and forth between you and Sam, even turning to Dean as he chuckles dryly, glaring at you. “Un. Fucking. Believable.”

Sam swallows, standing his ground.

“What?” Dean asks, stepping forward.

“Look at her neck.” John turns to him. “He claimed her.”

All three of them turn to look at you as you tug at the soft white collar of the robe.

“Seriously?” Dean tilts his head.

“Let me explain-” Sam starts but his father is having none of it.

“Explain what?” John grimaces, inspecting you like a zoo animal. “Your mother is going to be heartbroken.”

While you’re not privy to the details, you’re getting the gist of where this conversation is headed and anger starts to build.

“What do you do, sweetheart?” John asks, smiling tightly.

“What?”

“I hope you at least have a job. Do you work or were you just waiting for a meal ticket?”

His hostility is so blatant it’s almost comical, so you answer him honestly.

“I’m a bartender at Mick’s over on-”

“Oh, wonderful!” He doesn’t let you finish, clapping his hands together dramatically. “I can’t wait to break the news to my wife that her son’s claimed a bar slut.”

“Enough!” Sam squares himself off, stepping in front you. “You can be mad at me, say whatever you want about me because I fucked up today. But she’s off limits.”

While you can’t see his father’s response, you hear him hiss.

“We came over here because I was afraid you were hurt. This shit is the last thing I expected to find. Disappointment doesn’t begin to cover it, boy. Your brother and I are going back to the office. Why don’t you join us when you’re done playing house.”  

He stares daggers at you as he passes by, whipping out the door as quick as he came. Sam’s brother just runs his tongue over his bottom lip looking like he’s got something to say. He looks from Sam to you and then back to his little brother before silently walking out.

“What was that?” You breathe as Sam turns to you, his face stoic as he eyes the bite on your neck.

“That was my dad.” Sam snorts. “Welcome to the family.”

“He’s always like that?” You inquire, still stunned.

“Did you know who I was when I tried to pick you up?” His eyes narrow and you recoil.

“I still don’t know who you are.” His implication settles in and now you really are mad. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You approached me.”

“I know,” He grimaces. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to - I’m being a dick and you don’t deserve that. I just - I wasn’t expecting my father to show up.”

You want to be more upset with him, but you’ve still got a million mating and bonding receptors going off at the mere presence of your Alpha. And he is your Alpha now.

“Who are you, Sam?”

“I’m a Winchester.”

The name swirls around in your head, you’ve heard it before.

Then it comes to you.

“Winchester, as in, The Tower Winchesters?”

The Tower is a nickname given to the massive white bio-research facility not far from where you are now. It’s a modern white skyscraper dominating the city skyline, people use it as a reference point when giving direction to tourists because it’s visible from so far away. It’s real name is Gilead Science and Research. Even you, who knows nothing about that field, is aware it’s a titan of the industry.

And the Winchester family’s reputation precedes them. You don’t have an instant recall but you’ve read about them before, you know it.

“Yeah. That’s us.” Nodding Sam places both hands on the counter, leaning forward to a breath. “I have to go clean up my mess before my dad goes ballistic.”

“Okay.” You’re suddenly apprehensive. From the second you laid eyes on him you knew you wanted to be with him but now-

“Hey,” He can see the wheels turning in your head and walks to you, pulling you into his arms just as easily as he did last night. “We’ll sit down tonight and talk about how we move forward from here.”

“I need to go home.”

“You should just stay here, get some sleep.”

“Trust me, I feel like I could sleep for a week but I need clean clothes. I can’t wear your robe for the rest of my life.”

“I’d argue that I actually prefer it.” He smirks, reaching for the tie. “It looks good on you and it’s easy to take off…”

He leans in to kiss you with a gentle press of his lips, smiling against your mouth.

“I have to go, Omega.” His eyes linger on your face as he musters the self-control to pull away. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”  

–

If he wasn’t in charge of the investor’s presentation he’d take his sweet time. He’d gladly spend another hour making love to you - just to spite his father - but this is bigger than family dysfunction.

He knows he’ll never live this down. Dean’s made a million mistakes but they all seem to be forgotten in the wake of Sam and John’s ongoing feud. If they weren’t family they’d never have a working relationship. And, despite John’s constant criticism of his youngest son, he knows Dean wouldn’t be able to handle the business on his own. The boys work best as a team and there’s no denying it.

John was right about one thing - Mary is going to be beside herself and Sam knows it.

For a woman that wasn’t around for most of their childhood, she’s making up for her absence by overcompensating. Sam was twenty when Mary moved back from London, reconciling with their father and moving into the family home as if she’d never been gone. Like she hadn’t dropped her family like a hot potato when a more enticing offer came long.

When she moved home, Sam was the son that welcomed her with open arms. He put the past behind him, forgiving old grievances, moving forward, just happy to have her in his life. It was then that she started her desperate search to find him a perfect mate. She’d always meddled from afar, but now that she was live and in person Sam found himself being offered a buffet of eligible women.

Not that he minded. He is, after all, a red-blooded Alpha male. But Betas never did the trick and Omegas were few and far between, so he played along with Mary. Letting her set him up on blind dates and showing up for Friday night dinners religiously. She’s always had an idea in her head of what Sam’s life should look like and now he’s thrown a giant wrench into her master plan.

His mind wanders to you.

There’s no doubt that you’re meant to be his mate. Whether he wants to think of it as kismet or pre-determined biological destiny, what happened between you two is the single most intense experience of Sam’s life.

He doesn’t regret claiming you, in fact, he’s never been so satisfied with a choice, but Sam’s also a realist. He doesn’t know you outside of the wonderful whimpering sounds you make when he gets the angle of his hips just right.

On queue, his phone buzzes. Your name pops up on the screen and he swipes it open.

Y/N:  I’m going home

Y/N: But if you’re lucky I’ll let you buy me dinner

Y/N: And you can make me forget all those horrible things your dad said

Sam: When I’m done you’re gonna forget your own name

Sam: I’ll call you later

While Sam’s words are playful, he feels anything but.

John Winchester can smell weakness from a mile away. He never hesitates to use it to his advantage, regardless of family ties. Sam knows his father, he knows John will find a way to use you to get what he wants from Sam.

It’s only a matter of time.

#Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader #alpha!sam winchester #supernatural a/b/o #sam winchester smut #sam winchester x reader

[rizlowwritessortof]

Some Kind of Hero

Sneaking barely under the wire for @butiaintgonnaloveem Tiff’s WTF Challenge, don’t even have time for a beta so please forgive any goofs! My quote will be in bold, and WOW this was a serious challenge for me, I don’t know why... but it was difficult! Sorry, but this one ends before the smut - don’t hate me!

Pairing: Dean x OFC (Gwen)

Word Count: 2400 ish

Warnings: None that I can think of...

Dean tugged the collar of his leather jacket up a little higher against the chilly breeze, waiting impatiently for the gas pump to signal that Baby’s belly was full. End of May, but winter just didn’t want to completely let go of South Dakota.

He finally heard the little ‘thunk’ he was waiting for and bent to remove the nozzle from the tank and replace the cap. As he straightened, he heard voices, cocking his head a little as they picked up in volume.

“Why do you have to be such a bitch? I just asked you to get us a beer!” Male voice, kinda whiny – Dean rolled his eyes. The female voice that answered wasn’t whiny at all. She was pissed off.

“Your exact words were, ‘Beer me, woman!’ - not my idea of asking. Not to mention that you wanted me to do it topless!”

“I thought you’d be cool. Loosen up and actually have some fun. You’ve turned into a...”

“Listen, asshole. This was supposed to be a ‘get out of town with my bestie’ road trip. We were supposed to drink, laugh, have some fun. You didn’t tell me we’d be sharing a room with Beavis and Butthead, or that you expected me to be the entertainment! What the hell, Terry! Did you really think I’d be okay with this? Just to make you look like a stud in front of your Neanderthal dudebros? You know, with you you you, it’s all me me me. Well fuck fuck fuck fuck you you you!”

Dean heard a scuffle, curiosity moving his feet towards the side of the building where the argument was taking place. They came into his view just as the guy, maybe five foot ten on a good day, grabbed the girl’s arm and whirled her around to slam her against the side of the building. “Hey, dickbag!” His stride lengthened as both of them looked towards him in surprise, and the obviously brave male held up his hands and backed slowly away from her.

“Look, she was asking for it...”

By this time, Dean was in the man’s face, a handful of his shirt bunched up in one fist. “Shut your fucking mouth. I heard. She didn’t ask for anything, especially for some asshole to slam her around. You need to apologize.”

“Fuck you!” he managed to spit out before Dean’s fist connected with his jaw and he found himself sprawled awkwardly in the gravel.

“Wanna try that again?” Dean’s jaw was working, he was aching to beat the guy into a bloody mess, but the girl was still standing against the wall, watching.

“Sorry.”

She pushed off the wall, glaring. “Yeah, I’m all choked up from the sincerity. I’m getting my stuff from the room and leaving. We’re done. Don’t call me, ever,” she fired back, pushing herself away from the wall and stalking off across the parking lot towards the little motel behind.

“Hey, wait.” Dean stayed where he was, continuing as she stopped in her tracks. “Let me come with you, make sure you don’t have any more trouble.” She turned slowly, her composure starting to slip a little, and nodded.

“Thank you. I – that would be nice.” She waited for Dean, glancing back at the jackass, who was struggling to his feet.

“You – you stay right there until we’re done picking up her stuff. You hear me?” Dean threw over his shoulder, not bothering to look back. When there was no answer, he stopped, still facing forward, and raised his voice. “Asshat. Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah, I heard,” he mumbled, and Dean continued forward, the girl silent beside him. No one said a word until they reached the room, and she hesitated, looking up at him. "Want me to wait out here?" he asked softly. She chewed her lip for a second, then shook her head.

"I don't wanna seem pathetic... but would you mind coming in with me?" "You don't seem pathetic." Dean smiled, and she noticed for the first time that his eyes were green. Green and sparkling, crinkles at the corners from his smile, and long, thick lashes. By the time she realized that she was staring, his smile had curved up a touch on one side, sexy as hell, and she blushed a little. She bit at her lip again, eyes dropping to the ground, and he spoke again. “So, what’s your name?”

“I’m Gwen.”

“Dean.” She glanced back up at him a little shyly.

“Nice to – sort of – meet you, Dean. Thank you. For… thanks. You think you know somebody, you know?”

“Let’s go get your stuff and get you outta here, okay?” he suggested gently, and she smiled up at him with a nod.

“Just warning you – these guys are probably drunk. And they’re always stupid.”

“Good to know,” he grinned, and she swung the door inward.

“Whoa, look who’s back! Little temper tantrum over, princess? Wait, who the hell are you?” The obviously inebriated idiot facing the door, across the table laden with cards and poker chips, reared back in his chair, glaring at Dean.

“I’m just here to help Gwen get her stuff, then we’ll leave you boys to your little soiree. Don’t worry, your li’l buddy will be back shortly.”

“Where the hell is he?”

“Dusting himself off and staying where I told him to until she’s gone. And don’t bother getting up, you’d probably fall over, anyway.” Dean’s unfriendly glare intimidated the idiot right back into his chair as he stood in the doorway waiting. Gwen gathered the few things she had scattered around, throwing them into her bag, and headed towards Dean. He nodded towards her bag. “Got everything? You sure?”

“Yeah. Didn’t bring much.” They turned to leave, and the drunk shouted after them.

“Frigid bitch!”

“Flaccid moron!” she threw back at him over her shoulder without a pause, and Dean laughed as they headed through the door.

“What?!” the slack-jawed genius responded, a confused frown bunching his eyebrows together.

Gwen turned back to look at the two idiots. “Google it. Maybe they’ll have pictures.” She slammed the door, and Dean grinned at her again. She shot him a sideways glance, a half-smile on her lips. “Told you they were stupid.”

Her steps slowed as they reached the gas station, and Dean turned. “Forget something?”

She sighed, glancing up at him, then dropping her eyes to the ground. “Yeah. I forgot I didn’t drive here.”

“I can give you a lift. If you want. It’s not a problem. My brother can wait a few hours.��

She bit at her lip, hesitant. “You don’t even know me. I live hours away from here. Not really fair to ask you, it’s not your fault I have poor taste in friends.”

“Yeah, well, maybe your taste is improving.” She looked up as he grinned, and she couldn’t stop the answering smile on her face.

“Definitely.” She stared at the ground thoughtfully, then looked at him, the decision made. “I’ll pay for gas.”

“Already filled her up. Just get in.” He opened the passenger side door and closed it behind her, climbed in behind the wheel and looked her way. “So – where we goin’?”

~~~~~~~~~~

It was a little awkward at first, but before long Dean was asking her questions about her job, her family, and she was talking like she had known him for years. He had a way about him that put her at ease.

He called his brother after they had gone a few miles, and she smiled at his manner with him, even over the phone. “Hey, Sammy. I’m gonna be late picking you up from Bobby’s. Something came up, I’m giving Gwen here a ride home. She had a run-in with some douchebags, and no wheels. Yeah, sometime tomorrow. Tell Bobby it’ll have to wait one more day. No, that’s not what this is about, Sam. Just trying to help somebody out. She hasn’t even made a move on me yet. (This with a wink in her direction, which made her blush). You know me, Sammy. You take that back. Yeah, catch ya later, bitch.” He glanced her way with a half smile. “Sorry, he was giving me shit. Doesn’t believe I can help out a pretty girl without ulterior motives.”

“Hmmm. Maybe I should have talked to Sam,” she teased, her cheeks still glowing. He thinks I’m pretty?

He laughed softly, and they went a couple of miles with silence between them before he spoke again. “So… what is a girl like you doing on a road trip with a dipshit like Terry? You’ve gotta have guys, like real guys, asking you out all the time.”

She looked at him incredulously. “Me? No. I haven’t been ‘asked out’ for ages.”

“What the hell? How small is this town you live in?”

“Not that small, but I guess I just don’t… get out much.”

“Well, if I lived there, I’d be callin’, that’s for damn sure.”

“Stop it. You would not. You have to have them lined up for miles.”

A wry smile curved his lips. “Yeah, not so much. My brother and I are on the road most of the time, no time for all that. The kind of girls I meet… well, let’s just say I don’t meet many gorgeous girl-next-door types. And if I did, they’d probably run.”

“Who would run away from you?” she blurted before she could stop herself, and her face grew warm. “I mean…”

He laughed. “I’m not the kind of guy most girls want to bring home to meet the parents, you know? Girls like you deserve somebody with a stable job, somebody that stays put and you can start a life with.”

“All that ‘stability’ can get kind of boring, you know? Maybe some girls like a little adventure in their life.” He glanced her way, his eyebrow cocked, and she blushed yet again.

“The kind of adventure in my life – most people don’t want anything to do with it.”  

The teasing note was gone from his voice, and she cast a sideways glance his way. “I don’t mean to be nosy, but – what do you do? I mean, your job? Why is it so bad?”

He chewed at the inside of his lip for a moment, heaving a sigh before he answered. “My brother and I – and our dad before us – we kind of… we help people in trouble, in danger, and it puts us in some pretty bad situations sometimes. Not really a family friendly kinda thing, you know?”

“So you’re like – fixers? Rescue people from the mob, stuff like that?”

“We rescue people from bad things, yeah. I guess that’s the simple way to put it. And sometimes it gets ugly.”

She looked at him, reaching a hand to lay on his arm. “I’m sorry.”

He snorted softly. “Why?”

“Because you seem like a nice guy. I mean, you are a nice guy. I can tell, a not-nice guy wouldn’t have helped me the way you did. And you seem kind of… lonely.”

Dean stared down the road in front of him as if it had challenged him somehow. “I’ve got my brother. We get by.”

“I didn’t mean...”

“It’s fine.”

She drew her hand back and turned her gaze towards the trees speeding by her window. Why did she always have to ruin everything? How do some people just carry on a pleasant conversation without saying the wrong thing? Dean reached for the radio, letting music fill the silence for the rest of the drive.

She directed him through the few streets of her smallish town, and he pulled into the driveway in front of her house, shifting into park and sitting, silent. “Dean, I don’t know how to thank you. I mean, this means a lot, you driving me all this way.”

He smiled, ducking his head down a little. “It was my pleasure, Gwen.”

“Hey, why don’t you come in, I’ll make you some dinner before you go.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.” He looked into her eyes, resistant at first, but he could see in her eyes the desire to pay him back for his kindness, and he couldn’t say no.

“Okay. But only if you let me help.”

The smile on her face was worth it. “Deal.”

~~~~~~~~~~

He sat on the couch, full and a little sleepy from a full belly, smiling in surprise as a cold beer appeared in front of his face. “Here. Dessert.”

“My favorite. Unless you’ve got a pie hidden in that kitchen somewhere.”

She laughed, plopping down beside him and curling her legs beneath her. “Nope. Sorry.”

“Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

They both drank from their bottles, and she set hers on the coffee table in front of her. “I really do want to thank you, Dean. For being so kind to me, and for putting Terry on his ass. That was a bonus for me.”

“Any time, sweetheart. Can’t stand bullies.”

“So, tell me if I’m out of line… But I kind of feel like you’re some kind of hero, and I’ve always wanted to kiss a hero after the battle was over. Not that it was much of a battle, but...”

“You could have taken him out yourself, trust me.”

“Not the point. The point is, I’d love to kiss you, Dean.”

He slowly reached to set his beer on the table beside hers. “Now, what kind of an idiot would I be if I said no to that?” She felt the breath catch in her chest as he turned to face her, his hand coming up to smooth the hair back from her face, his calloused fingertips brushing her cheek. He leaned in, and she met him halfway,  closing her eyes and letting the warm press of their lips, the touch of his hand, make her heart pound. He hummed softly, his tongue touching her bottom lip, and her lips parted to welcome him with a soft whimper.

When he finally stopped, raising his head a little so they could catch their breath, he brushed a thumb over her cheekbone, his eyes intently focused on hers. “You know you don’t have to do this.”

“I know. But what kind of idiot would I be if I didn’t?” she countered, kissing him again, and then giggling as his lips curved in a smile.

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#some kind of hero #Tiff’s WTF Challenge #dean fic #dean x ofc

[elviiez]

hello! my name is sam and i’m v excited to be here bc this rp seems so cool! without further ado, allow me to introduce zak bagans ryan bergara elvie croft! details are below the cut, so please lmk if you wanna plot!

elvin tupelo croft, known mostly by the nicknames elvie or el, was born on halloween day in salem, massachusetts and he’s actually related to one of the many folks who were executed for “practicing witchcraft” back in the day, so yeah...he was always gonna be a spooky nerd like he basically had no chance oops

anyway, he had a pretty typical silver spoon childhood. his mom is a rich accountant and his dad is a rich lawyer, so elvie grew up in a nice neighborhood with a huge house, attended a highly respected private school, always got anything he asked for, etc etc etc. he has a great relationship with his parents even though they were always a little absent from his life because they were working all the time. the only thing they could never quite agree on was that elvie always wanted a younger sibling but his parents always said no aw

elvie was only four or five years old when he first fell in love with the horror genre. his parents would go out on date nights every weekend leave him with some teenage babysitter who didn’t really give a shit what he did lmao SO. of course he stayed up hella late watching horror movies that terrified and excited him at the same time and of course he immediately fell in love with them. his interest quickly expanded from just movies and went to shows, cartoons, books, comic books, magazines...you name it, and if it’s horror-related then there’s a very good chance elvie LOVES it.

fast forward to the age of fifteen and elvie suddenly knows what he wants to do with his life! well, okay it wasn’t suddenly...he’d been watching ghost hunting shows for a while by that point but it wasn’t until then that it finally hit him...he wanted to be a paranormal investigator — chasing ghosts, demons, cryptids and the like. he asked for a video camera and evp recorder for his sixteenth birthday and the rest is history!

elvie would go on to start his youtube channel that very year and it would immediately BLOW UP. his channel is basically buzzfeed unsolved supernatural tbh. at first he stayed local, but once he got to college elvie began taking weekend road trips to do investigations of haunted locations suggested by his viewers. as of right now, his subscriber count is at about 10 million so he’s obviously put a lot of work and care into his channel over the last seven years. 

he attended college for business in order to please his parents and by that i mean...he went to harvard university akslfh. i can’t believe him! anyway, his parents are both alumni which probably helped him to get in, but elvie graduated valedictorian of his fancy private high school and while he definitely doesn’t seem like the type, he actually has a genius level iq, so that’s that on that! he honestly hated college & hated all of his classes because it always just felt like a waste of time to him, but went through with it for the sake of his parents because he loves them aw

he dipped the moment he was done with final exams though lmao. started to do his little road trip & investigation deal full time which is all his life has been for a little over a year now. he arrived in baltimore at the start of summer ‘18 and has been renting one of the bigger & more expensive units here in mulberry apts ever since! he’s been filming videos in the maryland/virginia area and has a few more planned before he plans to move on and go somewhere else, but lmao joke’s on him bc he’s clearly sticking around!

i think that’s enough of a backstory NOVEL, so let’s move onto personality & some extra fun facts!

he’s a very awkward horror-loving nerd who can be really bad at talking to people sometimes because he never really?? had friends growing up. he was the nerdy kid with braces and glasses who couldn’t play sports because he gets chronic nosebleeds and all he ever wants to talk about is how much he loves star wars and alfred hitchcock so he was the stereotypical nerdy kid who was getting his ass kicked by the football team every day

can get easily annoyed at which point he's obnoxiously sarcastic but for the most part he’s a total sweetheart. he’s a space cadet so he might zone out or go off into his own little world from time to time, but he’s an extrovert who genuinely loves talking to people so just give him a little nudge

doesn’t flaunt his intelligence at all and in fact, most people probably don’t even realize how smart he really is because a) he’s not exactly waving that harvard degree in anybody’s face and b) despite being very smart, elvie usually comes across as a total fucking hyperactive scatterbrained chaotic dumbass which negl he absolutely is like! he loses shit all the time, talks to himself, trips over everything, brews his coffee with monster instead of water and drinks that radioactive shit until he’s basically fuckin vibrating from how much gd coffee he’s inhaled...a Mess™, truly

survives on junk food, his personal faves being licorice, pizza, and anything else that’s loaded with sugar

loves horror movies and scifi so fucking much like...he literally has a dvd collection that is so big it’s actually overflowing from his multiple shelves at this point

he also has two pets named freddy and jason and they’re...tarantulas which is fucking horrifying so fyi on that! esp to anyone who lives on the seventh floor bc elvie doesn’t really keep track of the lil guys all that well oops?

flaunts his money a little bit but not really on purpose it’s just that...okay look he’s a rich youtuber from a wealthy neighborhood so he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it most of the time.

that being said...he’s got three cars. all black, all rolls royce. he got the ghost for his sixteenth birthday, the phantom when he got into harvard, and the wraith when he graduated from harvard asklfh. what a spoiled brat! anyway. you’ll usually catch him driving the wraith but he loves the ghost & phantom and invites you to stare at them enviously as you walk through the building’s parking lot lmao. i’m kidding fr fr if you want a ride just let him know and he’s gotchu.

his hometown is close enough to boston that he’s got a bit of an accent but doesn’t realize it and would not know what you’re talking about if you tried to point it out to him. that being said, he can also be SUCH A TYPICAL BOSTON DUDE™ SOMETIMES...except for the fact that he knows absolutely nothing about sports! he’s too nerdy for that shit lmao

seems pretty fuckin fearless and honestly he can be...like he’d deadass summon a demon for kicks oH and also he’s obsessed with halloween and there’s a good chance he’s already jumped out of nowhere with a michael myers mask on to scare the shit out of half the people in this building and i apologize for that truly!

okay that’s enough from me! i’m like 10000% sure no one read this far into it and that’s valid! 

#soundintro #this is a MESS

[brothalynchhung]

2021 overview

LMFAO hi im back yeah yeah i didnt forget i dont think i could ever forget this shit i think i lowkey live for coming back here once a year to write this overview bullet point bullshit anyways as usual my life and past year was fucking crazy i have so much shit to look back on even though ugh thinking about it it just feels like this year was nothing but i guess it was definitely.. life changing -_- but im numb to this metamorphosis shit at this point like whatever ill fall off the fucking face of this planet and be like whatever ANYWAYS lets get to this shit we got a lot to cover lol 

I think last year this time like early early january i was moving all my shit and two chairs that i really miss back to ottawa 

donated my baby silver away :( i miss u every day i hope ur big and strong feminist queen

shout out nadine for the help fr

weird moment back home living my last days in ottawa

thennn back to TO

the car ride back w nadine was so nice straight therapy and vibes we talked the whole time and it never felt draining ugh i love that girl literally the only iraqi girl i love i hope i meet her and get to chill w her in every life time 

uhhh then lets see i think OH YEAH LMAO i was actually p cozy living on the floor for about a week or so like just working from home at weird hours and. just getting prepared to leave 

chilling w sd and getting high while working out somehow still doing that dumbass pointless ab workout shit i used to do and going up the stairs lmao? 

still tlaking to that fucking waste ugly short bitch but whatever good dick i guess lmao LMFAO 

remmeber that quinao dish lmao iconic 

anyways blah blah i chilled w the gang nadine grif akari sd then said bye to precious and dipped shout out to him for helping me make it in to forever grateful n in debt 

shout out to akari too really shout out to her the most she helped me move all my shit 

aww and said bye to jack too imma miss that messy ass alcoholic bitch lmao i hpoe hes good in the motherland 

hennyways yeah i finally got out that bitch 

landed in my new city aka dubai 

shout out to my sister had to live w her for a couple of months with my shit everywhere 

HOW THE FUCK DID I MANAGE BRINGING 7 BAGS AND A GUITAR W ME LMFAOFJEIROGHJESRIGJ really really sara type of shit istg 

first couple months were annoying adjusting constatly feeling like an alien and not fitting in and hating it also the weed withdrawls were horrible i literally daydreamed about getting high everyday smh smh as if i forgot how much i wished i could quit that shit after how much weight gain it gave me smh

met those dumb weird privledged bitches that i cut off quick things

really gave up on friendships this year like it was really a ME year

was too friendly w sm we good now but yeah i mean i guess i needed the friendship at the time lmao 

met who else uhh diane once and like alia ahh she was nice i wish she stayed 

other than that i didnt rlly make friends this year :( tihs city full of old weird bitches

guess its a testament to how well im doing for my age to be out here 

BUT I MET SAM and she saved me forreal i love her she really is a real one and take bomb pics lol

but honestly im just glad to just have a friend i can chill and do shit with so im grateful fr 

work stresss blah blah yeah whatever that shit gun always exist in this capitalist hell cant wait until the day i fuck off and live in a farm 

used to have mad annoying ft with sd which were nice i guess to help me but yeah glad thats over LMFAOO fuck u and ur problems and mad paranoia bitch nobody want to be u

weirdo 

anyways

i finally got my own place my own little spaceship <3 actually got a ligne roset esque couch lMFAO nd that egg chair crazy how i actually manifested that lmao 

got my moneyy finally feels good to have money and not being paid shit like i was in toronto like holy shit it feels good to ENJOY the fruits of my labor never fucking again working in canada again fuck that 

i think thats when things started to get better like i started getting healthy again and cal counting and working out properly which i love  lietrally have boxing tomorrow my waist skinny i lost 10 pounds im back to 115 im strong im lifting and shit honestly best thing i did thank god i dont smoke no more my jeans all lost i fucking LIVE i dont look like shit anymore 

also having no friends making me eat out everyday helps lmao 

altho i did have my little ed moment i think i may still have it tho idk hehe trauma <3 

all the brunches and resto things i did by myself going to all the places i liked being that successful i can dress good and eat good and be msyterious reading books alone blah blah all that pretentious dumb shit i dreamed about being and doing when iwas 16-18 

now im over it tho LMFAO i went everywhere i wanted to basically and have my faves and even then im liike ...eh lemme just order it to me tf lmao

dyed my hair!! eyebrow piercing!! got my lips and cheeks done!! laser my body!! lashes!! high end clothes shoes bags makeup!! the ability to even afford these things man .. all these physical appearance changes shout out to the money fr 

orange menace 

oh yeah remeber that egyptian guy tf was that oh yeah an ben ugh this city is so fucking weird 

idk what happened but like dating apps  . not it in this city lmao like at ALL 

so different from my to self jesus liike i dont even have the fucking energy to text anyone not even on bumbff 

the hyper independence is insane but i loved how i actually focused on myself and accomplished so many of my goals i never had time for 

read so much this year god i LOVE it 

quit drinking thank god not that i barely did her but what a waste thing to do like all the dumbass shit i did in to was cuz of that bullshit never again fr 

went to iraq <3 i FINALLY lived my euphrates tigris dream omg so happy i made it honestly anything i truly want i can have 

it was so nice to go by myeslf and appreciate my heritage an culture

also cleansed myself and had the best dream of my life really grateful to be protected and guided so proud of who i am and where i come from a big sense of love comes from knowing that i really am a descendant of some of the most compassionate and powerful and intelligent that this existence has had so grateful so happy i learned to truly love myself and where i come from all thanks due to the world and energy earth existence and GOD 

oh yeah i had all those stupid ass stomach problems and hospital shit the endsocopy and iv shit ugh hell i hated that it did nothing fr like sir i just have a ed lol

uhmmm what else fuck wow this year was LONG AS HELL 

yeah this was realy a long ass fucking year god 

started to properly learn guitar

paintinggg 

records somewhat lol 

THE JETSET LIFE IS GOING TO KILL YOU 

THE JETSET LIFE IS GOING TO KILL YOU 

THE JETSET LIFE IS GOING TO KILL YOU

mad emo music mcr peirce the veil all that lmao big vibes

connecting w my sis more family more myself more

i mean i was alone and lonely sometimes but i really did work a lot on myself i have a better sense of who i am now i think lmao

blew up on tiktok a couple times cool i  guess

finally went back to canada and yeah after all that day dreaming and missing shit i realized yeah.. that place really is ass LMFAO 

god i forgot how hard it was. tolive in that shithole like bussing getting anywhere far as hell but at least the weather wasnt complete ass thank GOD  i would have kms honestly how the FUCK did i live there for 24 years fuck me 

ottwa was actually okay like i just smoked did that little play ground shit walked in the forest u know reminesce blah blah 

saw z apple shit <3 fulfilled altho it might be the last tbh lmao 

saw hec and jad and moe even OH and vinny god aint shit change that fucking city is literally like the museum in catcher in the eye like it NEVER changes 

so happy for hec tho the little bike ride walk bye was cute

saw joanna too idk random

OHHH YEAH HOLY SHIT LMFAOOOOOOO

ISAW R AND YAS GODD THAT WAS FUCKING WIERD

YEAH CONFIRMED SO GLAD I GOT THE FUCK OUT OF OT AND CANADA GODDDD

IT WAS LIKE MY YOUTH GOT RIPPED OUT OF MY FUCKING BRAIN AND WAS TRAMPLED ON 

THE BITCH PREGNANT OR SM?

SO WEIRD SEEING PPLS DESTINIES AND REALIZING THEY RLLY R GROWING UP TO NOT BE SHIT? 

LIKE U KNOW WHAT I FORGIVE U FOR THE BULLSHIT HONESTLY I JUST FEEL BAD FOR U 

SO GRATEFUL FOR MY LIFE HOLYSHIT 

tbh i just got high like everyday lmao thats all. iwanted also ate good 

best LMFAO the lucky charms and yogurt bowls iconic but tbh after smoking everyday i rememberd how shit it made me feel after tbh like i got over it 

music was good tho like schoolboy q vince iconiquee..

then went to to shoutout again to p and akari big big shout out to akari

but yo it felt so weird like ifk every one just seemed so growin and in relationships and boring like i had a big reality check asking myself like damn these are my friends? arent i meant for more?

i mean i love my friends but everything just felt  so basic and boring i kinda just realized im too muuch for everyone i guess either that or my head is way up my ass 

idk man but i still appreciate them i just dont feel inspired by them

i guess i forgot how to be social a bit 

sd was a fucking weirdo i dont even want to mention her she was justfucking weird and annoying i ghosted her and cut her ass off in a secnd with no hesitation LMFAOO 

i love how ill cut a bitch off in a second like i honestly dont care fuck all yall 

to was cool again but honestly everyone was working my ig got deleted over some bullshit and i didnt rlly care to see anyone actually all i wanted to do was leave again 

oh yeah the ig thing was annoying but whatever it was for the best

i curved that indo and jah bitch so fast lMFAO like so much randoms wanted to chill w me for what like uh no ? lmao ?

and that dumb bitch sd rlly tried to get that j bitch to reach out like u rlly think im trash and stupid bitch like u huh

even aka too like are u dumb why would even suggest a dirty yt to me are u out ur mind

so glad im not obsessive into relationships like all yall got mental illness but not me HEEHEE at least not like yall lmao 

but i got to look back trillium park and for york.. relive my past and see how much i growed and changed 

a good moment to prove to myself that i really made it 

tip top tailors my ass we way past that 

ONLY was is UP

but yeah it was okay i just enjoyed being in the grimy city kinda cold eating getting high

still pissed about my mf doom record but oh well my fault 

felt nice to be in the city and not be broke lmao 

but yeah over that shit never again canada is not for me i decided 

was happy to leave that bitch lmao

oh the little y2kesque moments i had were nice tho like eating chinese food high watching scary movie in some randoms musty basement w a big ass real traffic light? (fuck was that) the vibes scarbs like honestly loved that honestly i just went back to TO to relive my weird childhood wants lmao

but iconic halloween w nadine loved the drugs and rave

got a tattoo wat else is new lmao

mm yeah i think nov and december wasn othing jsut glad to be back but now im back to not knowing what i want to do with my life and chaning jobs blah blah finding purpose work get money

and yeah. i think thats about it happy fucking new year i wrote so much my browser is getting slow this year was long as hell i actually spent most of it waiting to be over it was emotionally stressful so many times but i fucking SURVIVED BITCH grateful for it  all im glad i learned a lot and grew a lot im happy where im at and that i got the fuck out that was the biggest blessing of all but yeah still have a long way to more and way more to accomplish n create and ITS FINALLY 2022 so if i dont fall in love this year im raising all hell istg 

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Houses of the Holy- Part 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,697

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual

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Read ’The Time an Angel Visited You’ from my background stories to understand this episode better!

When you got there, you got everything set up, placing the candles where they needed to be and the Spongebob placemat, face down, in the middle of it. You were in front of Gregory’s grave and Sam held the journal in his hand, flipping to the right page.

You stood behind him, making sure no one was coming but once Sam started to speak, you weren’t focused on lookout duties anymore. You wanted to see what would happen.

“Amate spiritus obscure te quaerimus, te oramus nobiscum colloquere aput nos circita.” Sam spoke in Latin. You could make out some of the words but your Latin wasn’t that good right now. Sam got out some herbs he had and sprinkled it on the black candle. It flared once, brightly but nothing else happened.

“What are you doing? What is this?” Your head snapped to the entrance and saw Father Reynolds entering the place. You and Sam both stood to face him and you looked at Sam for help.

“Uh, Father, please. I can explain. Um, actually, maybe I can't. This is a séance.” Sam said, wincing because it sounded so bad.

“A séance? Young man, you are in the House of God.” The priest narrowed his eyes.

“It's based on early Christian rites, if that helps any.” Sam said, trying to make it better.

“Enough. You're coming with me,” Father Reynolds said, grabbing Sam’s arm. “You as well, young lady.”

“Father, please, just wait a second, if you will.” You tried pleaded but nothing was working. As Father Reynolds pulled you to the exist, there was a bright, white light that shone from behind you three. You all turned around and actually saw what those people and Sam were talking about.

But you didn’t see an Angel like you saw before, no, you saw a person there.

“Oh my god! Is that... is that an angel?” Father Reynolds said in awe.

“No, it's not. It's just Father Gregory.” Sam said in disappointment. You looked at Sam with a sigh and placed your hand over his to let him know he wasn’t alone. The bright light dimmed to reveal a young and handsome priest.

“Thomas?!” Fr. Reynolds said in shock.

“I've come in answer to your prayers,” Fr. Gregory said with a calm smile. He looked over at Sam and frowned. “Sam. I thought I sent you on your path. You should hurry.”

“Father Gregory, I don’t know if you know this but you’re not an Angel.” You said quickly, looking at the spirit.

“Of course I am.”

“No, you're a man, who’s a spirit and you need to rest.” Sam said with a sigh.

“I was a man, but now I'm an angel. I was on the steps of the church and I felt that bullet pierce right through me. But there was no pain and suddenly I could see everything. Father Reynolds, I saw you, praying and crying here. I came to help you.” Gregory said with another calm smile, not fazed by what Sam said.

“Help me, how?”

“Father Reynolds, those murders were because of him.” You said quietly to the breathing priest. Reynolds looked at you in pain and then back at the spirit.

“Those murders… that was because of you?”

“I received the Word of God. He spoke to me and told me to smite the wicked. I'm carrying out his will.”

“You're driving innocent people to kill.” Fr. Reynolds said sadly.

“Those innocent people are being offered redemption. Some people need redemption. Don't they, Sam?” The spirit said, looking at Sam accusingly. You looked at Sam to see it hurt him.

“Hey, don’t talk to Sam like that, you piece of shit. You’re a fucking spirit and you need to be put at rest. Luckily for you, I’m going to do just that.” You said with a glare, talking to the spirit. Sam, appreciating that you stood up for him, put a hand on your shoulder to calm you.

“How dare you talk to an Angel like that, young lady?” The spirit said with a glare. You rolled your eyes and looked at Sam for help.

“How can you call this redemption?” Fr. Reynolds asked the spirit.

“You can't understand it now. But the rules of man and the rules of God are two very different things.”

“Those people you had kill, they’re locked up because of you. You don’t feel anything for that?” You asked with a glare.

“No, they're happy. They've found peace and beaten their demons. I've given them the keys to Heaven.”

“No. No, this is vengeance and it's wrong. Thomas, this goes against everything you believed. You're lost, misguided.” Fr. Reynolds said.

“Father. No, I'm not misguided.” Thomas tried to argue.

“You are not an angel, Thomas. Men cannot be angels.” Fr. Reynolds said, trying to open the spirits eyes a little.

“But I don't understand. You prayed for me to come.”

“I prayed for God's help, not this. What you're doing is not God's will. ‘Thou shalt not kill’. That's the word of God.”

“You want proof? Come with me,” You said, getting out of Sam’s grip and walking past the spirit. He looked at you confused but you didn’t wait. “Look at this.” The spirit cautiously looked at you before walking to you.

“No…” The spirit muttered, staring at his own headstone.

“Let us help you.” Sam said. The spirit looked up at you before turning around to Sam and Fr. Reynolds.

“No.”

“It's time to rest, Thomas, to be at peace. Please, let me give you Last Rites.” Fr. Reynolds said, stepping closer. You looked at the spirit and he nodded, sighing. Fr. Reynolds lifted his hands in prayer.

“Oh, Holy Hosts above, I call upon thee as a servant of Christ to sanctify our actions this day, in fulfillment of the will of God.” Reynolds started to pray. You walked over to Sam and watched. Gregory flickered, as if it was working.

“Father Reynolds?” Thomas asked, not knowing what was going on.

“Rest,” Fr. Reynolds said. Thomas kneeled before the priest and he held a hand over the flickering spirit. “I call upon the Archangel Raphael, Master of the Air, to make open the way. Let the fire of the Holy Spirit now descend, that this being might be awakened to the world beyond.”

Fr. Gregory glows brightly but when it died down, he was gone. You sighed, knowing it was over.

“What about Dean?” You said, looking at Sam.

You and the brothers met up at the motel room when you were all done and instead of talking about it, the brothers went straight to bed. You sighed and didn’t know what to do about this. You thought it was time to come clean but that could wait for the morning.

In the morning, you woke up to Dean being gone and Sam packing.

“Hey, Y/N, what did you mean by when you said you saw an Angel before?” Sam asked, not looking at you.

“I think Dean needs to hear this so I’ll explain when he came back.” You got dressed quickly and got to work packing yours and Dean’s things. Dean entered the room just in time and looked at you and Sam.

“So, how was your night?”

“You were right. It wasn't an angel. It was Gregory.” Sam said sadly. Dean sat on one bed and Sam sat on the other with a sigh. You walked and sat next to Dean.

“I don't know, Dean, I just, I wanted to believe so badly, ah... It's so damn hard to do this, what we do. You're all alone, you know? There's so much evil out there in the world that I feel like I could drown in it. When I think about my destiny, when I think about how I could end up...” Sam couldn’t finish.

“Yeah, well, don't worry about that. Alright? I'm watching out for you.” Dean said quietly.

“I’m watching out for you too. You know we wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”

“Yeah, I know you are. But you're just two people. I needed to think that there was something else, watching too, you know? Some higher power. Some greater good. And that maybe I could be saved.” Sam said, looking down. You thought this was the time.

“No, you know what, Sam?” You started, getting on your feet. “You want to believe there is some higher power, then damn it, you believe it. This job sucks, our lives suck and if praying and hoping that you might be saved one day, then I encourage you to do it.”

“But, Y/N, Angels don’t exist.” Dean said.

“Dean, that’s where you’re wrong. They do exist because I saw one.” You said, admitting it.

“What?” He asked, bewildered.

“Yeah, I saw one with my own eyes. Okay, well, remember that one case, you, Sam, John and I went on and the spirit grabbed me and threw me off the two-story landing and I wasn’t waking up?” You asked, sighing.

“Yeah, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Well, I was seeing my body, watching John try to get me to wake up. Now, I don’t know who it was because I just can’t remember but I saw something. I wasn’t afraid and I felt calm, not scared. Even thinking about it now, I don’t remember if it was even a person. Anyway, this thing told me that I was meant for something big and that it would look over me for as long as I live.”

“How come you never told us this?” Dean asked.

“Because I was scared shitless. I was so afraid of something happening so I never did. But Sam, I believe that you believe something is out there. We may have never seen Angels with our own eyes but we’re still in our twenties, we haven’t seen all that is out there.” You said, sitting next to Dean.

“If you want to pray, then pray because there is nothing wrong with a little faith.” You said, staring into Sam’s eyes that held the same hope they had when you said you would save him.

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12x14 watching notes

this show normally never makes me cry except that 1 episode in season 7, but god dammit Berens got me TWICE I’m disowning him

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Expectations - it's the 14th episode of the season. (This isn't snark, have you ever gone back and looked at the 14th episode of the season since, say, oh, season 9? Talk about a winning streak you don't want to break :P)

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I woke up with a migraine which is getting worse after being up for like... half an hour... so I'm just launching straight into watching it before today is totally ruined.

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At this point from the recap I genuinely can't tell if there's a meta point to make about Dean as a killer and vampires, or you can't recap it without implying it because vampires are just that tied to Dean's identity as a hunter/killer

- or, well, that arc that Buckleming anvil'd Mary onto last episode where Ketch told her SHE was a killer. 

For what it's worth, they picked 1x20 and 6x05/6x07 to use the most of instead of the sympathetic vamps from later. NOT any of the Gordon stuff visibly on screen. Missed the boat on using "see you next season" in the recap. Anyway, lots of reminders of vampires as a monster; the Twilight knock off vampires, the alpha vamp because duh but in his season 6, not 7, iteration, and of course mixed with Dean's reaction to vampires, him saying it gets funnier every time, and reminders of the time Dean WAS a vampire, to make it Dean-focused.

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I guess Ketch using the rocket launcher was so expensive they're always gonna show it and you know what if every episode for the rest of the season starts with Cas staring down that explosion I'm all for it. Anyway, reminder that they blast vampires with radiation, which I'm sure won't cause any problems this episode, and a recap of why we don't trust them.

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Season 1 Colt recapping - it's kind of terrifying to see tiny season 1 Sam n Dean on screen when you're not prepared for it at this point. It's like looking at their own children or something. John continues not existing in the narrative except for a faceless appearance of his arm handing the Colt to Dean. It's significant that vampires were the first reason to use the Colt, that John then gave it to Dean the episode after and passed on the revenge arc to him, and that Dean then used it to fulfil it. We also see Dean pointing it AT "John" in 1x22 and Sam failing to shoot Azazel in 1x21, and MARY'S repeat of of the "There's only 5 things in creation it can't kill" which blurs her, Samuel and Lucifer nicely >.>

Then of course the horror of 1x01 on screen (AAAH SMOLLEST WINCHESTERS) "You think Mom would have wanted this for us?" Sam asks, cut immediately to Mary like "Nothing comes before my family" before the only 3 lines you need from 12x13 about their argument re: Sam and Dean being a little suspicious of her and then Mary being like "hi you need to be a lot susicious of me".

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The Margikugel beer is in pride of place in this shot

"Just hear me out." "Wow... Just, wow." Oh no, there Dean goes, freezing her out like he said they had in the promo from slightly later in the episode >.>

This angle on the war room table always makes it look like a coffin.

Mary makes some defences that she's aware that the BMoL kinda suck and Sam cuts into that with "When." Mary answers with exactly what he wanted to hear which was "exactly how much has this already screwed us over" so she phrases her answer by measuring time with common era as "the lake house" which I'm pretty sure was that time travel romance with Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves.

Mmmokay Dean uses "Cas almost died" against Mary and I've decided that's something I really hoped would happen but now I heard it it just feels terrible :P Like, it's weighing their stock against each other and Cas obviously outweighs Mary on found family points in almost infinite supply and now Mary's being tested not on abstract family love from blood ties, but the gritty stuff, and... yeah. Looks bad, Mary. Cas is their most treasured family for like however many years before you come back and then you get him hurt >.>

Oh and then Sam's like "a hunter died" I mean talk about the personal with Cas and Dean vs impersonal with Sam and some other perspective thing they do *all* the time. Is that like, the star example now?

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"I watch him die every night" YOu weren't even theeeere

(Also Wally was married apparently... yikes. Piling on the angst.)

"Good." Oh dear, that's the "You're dead to me" look. Mary probably shouldn't start cataloguing these looks to chide Dean about...

[title card]

[ow]

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Ooh is this like the Campbell's compound? Looks like Mary's gone dark, literally, wearing her dark beanie hat and Mary-sized version of Ketch's going around killing things suit. I wonder if they also give her fancy tailored suits for their down time. Anyway I have no idea why the BMoL have access to such a thing - you'd have to assume they have internal help here, Muggle proofing if not, or are ready to deal with the problems of randomly making an armed compound in the wilderness in America.

Or they're on a remote industrial estate in Northumberland.

TBH if they're just bribing local authorities to look the other way while creating a massive armed compound full of foreigners I wouldn't actually be that surprised.

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More random egg shaped BMoL devices. Some BMoL version of Q really has a thing for that shape. "Gonna spray paint it gold." "WHY. What about stealth?" "They ain't gonna need stealth with whatever this egg thingy does"

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Mary and Ketch both space out remembering what the gold whistling egg thingy did. Ketch looks slightly turned on. Mary looks like she's having a bit of fridge horror about what her job currently involves. It definitely feels like she's washed up in a dystopian future and I think we should be treating her POV on it like "time traveller to the far flung future where everything is awful" and not like any continuation of the world she used to know >.>

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Ah they're living in shipping containers. This is now definitely the Doctor Who vibe I got from the promo and didn't want to mention anything about because Tumblr vs Doctor Who these days, but shh I'm both nostalgic for RTD era and British, okay. It looks like those episodes where they just show up on a research base on some planet/under the sea/in space which is a bunch of shipping containers bolted together, with a high tech interior, and then shit goes down on the tiny enclosed shipping containers, with a great cast of random one off characters who usually get eaten >.>

Also this means the BMoL basically just shipped over a base and plonked it in the American wilderness and have a sort of razor wire over the fence keeping the monsters out mentality about it. They've seen just enough Doctor Who (it's a national passtime) to know what to do here, and America is all full of ikky monsters, and should definitely be treated like a hostile alien environment.

I suppose this is their "embassy" for their diplomatic mission and I am rabidly curious about how it looks to the locals, because the Campbell compound at least had that American survivalist weirdoes feel to it, where you kinda know there's a strange local family on their huge compound out of town and they all have guns but you just... don't ask questions and hope they're only waiting for the Rapture or something.

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So it turns out Ketch is a total dick. Surpriiise. I hope Serena kills him and survives the episode. "I have three phds" - she's the hyper competent one who in Doctor Who would probably end up being the only one knowing how to press some button and stay behind to save everyone and get ejected into space or something. Or be the only survivor because she's smart and the Doctor appreciates her :P I have no idea why I'm making this into Dr Who cross over territory but I'm just waiting for the other personnel here to fit some of the usual tropes.

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Mary in a tank toooop

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Surprise surprise it's Dean she's been texting and is morosely checking her phone about instead of Sam, but if she tried him, the other promo video showed that he's attempting to make peace. Winchesters, I swear. *shakes head*

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They do all look good in tank tops though

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OH NO more conversation.

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"Our whole lives, you've been GONE" Oh DEAN this is... the kind of stuff I have been expecting/wishing they'd say to Mary and it's so terrible that they CAN'T COMMUNICATE so it takes something so ridiculously messed up to make them talk about something like this.

They're FINALLY telling each other how hard it has been to deal with being back/having her back... and because they left it so long, it's all fucked up :(

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*sits here misery-eating an apple* I might have go to get the giant box of waffles downstairs and eat them if it gets any worse than "How about for once you try and be a mom!?" "I am your mother!" (so they have 2 different definitions of this - Dean wants her to ACT like it, she's using it like a title, and to HER that has all that complicated and REAL love but it's all so abstract from what Dean WANTS and AAAH) "But I am NOT just a 'mom'" And that's all I wanted out of this season but it's so painful I just wanna find the receipt and return it :P "And you are not a child" "I never was" bonus thing I only hoped in my wildest dreams we'd get out of the season but I feel like every single Dean!girl just took a critical hit and is laying on the floor in agony...

brb finding the floor

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"between us and them" "yeah MARY it is" 

oh great she's not "mom" any more with the title to Dean... 

"and you made your choice"

I can't believe there's actually a scene worse than 6x20's confrontation out there like how does that even happen

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Oh Sam, sitting here watching all that while Dean speaks for the both of you :S

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But he gets up and follows Dean

"You should go" It's more neutral, not judging her per say but obviously she can't be here while Dean has told her to leave and Sam can't take her side, he can just... not intentionally cast her out.

The stuff between him and Mary is stuff from the past - the stuff from 4x03. The stuff between DEAN and Mary is his early childhood vs what's going on NOW. Sam and Mary stuff is being dealt with another way - this is the Dean part of the arc and Sam has to give up his mother for it

Argh >.>

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Well that was horrible but I really appreciate the BMoL compound set.

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"We already have the best Winchester"

uh

I have a pretty compelling argument for all 3 of the others (the third being Cas :P)

Obviously they did not see the footage of Dean in Purgatory

Or any time Sam does the shoulders thing

I mean Mary's great and all but... we've seen 12 years of Sam and Dean being incredible hunters so it's a bad argument to the audience :P

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Ketch and Mick do have an interesting dynamic, I'll give them that. Mick made Ketch kinda smile. Mick's happy at his desk job. Please let him get menaced by a vampire and scream a lot. It's all I ask for after that heartbreak. Lighthearted goofy vampire episode.

(Okay Berens is like, angst central. I think he couldn't write goofy if he tried but that's not why we love him :P)

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Anyway someone higher up wants Sam and Dean recruited - right when the whole Mary thing seems to have cut ties forever and lost all chance they'd EVER consider it since it's now the face of Betrayal and Families Being Shattered and all.

I guess 12x06 establishes that the Winchesters are semi-legendary themselves (although a very dubious look from Dean about the stories told about him) and Wally also seemed to idolise Dean in that diner scene. It's a fair chance the BMoL "Old Men" are right about this re: other hunters. Unlike Cas and his actions getting him kicked out of Heaven and losing all social standing with the angels, one way or another the Winchesters seem to have scraped by as admired figures in their community. Mom Winchester is not well-known and the Campbells lost all cred years ago after most of them were murdered by Azazel's lot and later Samuel's little group also ended up all dying and getting a lot of their hunters killed (6x07, which no one seems to remember or watch but DOES introduce alpha vamp so it's on my mind)... Not sure anyone knows them.

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Okay Sam's fucking around with the rings on the table but he's assembled them in such a way they look like a kid's toy - that one where you stack all the rings. Sam seems like he barely moved since the Mary thing, still being at the Conflict Table. Dean stormed off but now he's stormed back and this is the promo scene, so let's pay much closer attention to the words now I know the context...

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Ugh Dean not dealing. He just wants something to hit. While wearing that red shirt of his Mark of Cain murdery moments (10x10, 10x17)

What even IS Sam doing on his laptop if he isn't finding cases. 

Youtube. Happy dog videos.

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"Do you want to talk about it" "Not really." *starts talking about it unprompted*

Dean's stewed on it, Sam has got all philosophical about it, once again putting his own feelings to the side to think about how Mary feels. "She must have had a good reason" Argh he's just... so good... I love him.. This episode is making me love all the Winchesters (Mary included) more than I thought possible. I am in paaain.

I'm totally gone on this family. I love them.

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"For once why don't you pick a side?" FINALLY we see what Sam was hiding on his phone - that he's been staring sadly at all the messages from Mary. Who is not saved as "mom" in his phone as she was in Dean's, right? I should go check that.

oh god she was in 12x04, when Dean was still asking if it was weird to call her mom or not

and then he called her "mary" cold as anything

*I* need a drink

(went and got chilli hot chocolate)

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Anyway yeah the trouble with telling someone to pick a side is that they may pick the one you don't want and Sam's last message from Mary was that she had urgent business to meet him, while Mary's last text to Dean was just that she wanted to talk to him in a way that was still clearly about the fight. "urgent" implies new developments, a reason to go... Does she KNOW that the BMoL want to snare her sons or is she walking into it by just wanting to reconcile?

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Sam goes to at least give the other side a chance, even if he's not picking it.

Also is he driving a rental car. It doesn't look so much like the car Soulless Sam had but it's certainly not the junkers and stolen cars and vans Sam's used before.

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Also did she just go and give Sam the address of this place??? Not even meeting at a diner or something? I suppose it is a cool set.

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Sam gives the compound a weird look like "wtf" as a sort of incidental moment when Mary references it

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Anyway ARGH Mary telling him she's working with the BMoL so that there's a world without monsters - the magical endgame where the world is totally normal (but how do you stop witches and ghosts and all the stuff that happens in a world which is not like "Our" one in the French Mistake, where no magic at all happened... you'll ALWAYS need hunters) if she doesn't want to be JUST their apple pie mom, but to be a hunter too, she's taking away her OWN way of living in an attempt to save them from their version of normal life

That Sam says he's chosen. Argh, after all that waffling about whether he wanted to, or that he was only doing it because Dean is... I think when he gets to Mary saying that, suggesting a world where it's not their life and no chance of going back... Maybe he really feels it for the first time? 

(”Normal life” ignoring, of course, ghosts and the fact unless you turn off magic and delete Heaven and Hell, there will ALWAYS be shit going on... Seasons 1-2 are the "normal" baseline type of this world, minus the extra demon activity attempting to destabilise it. And Sam and Dean mostly worked on ghosts, magic, and generic monsters, in a way that these things were just a part of the background of the world. Stuff like Provenance or Bloody Mary or Asylum were cases deeply rooted in their own history and with a long story behind them before the Winchesters stumbled into them, stuff John had been keeping notes on for years without tackling it, or had collected only half the picture. Or stuff which had been out in the world and would always have surfaced and kept on killing people if hunters hadn't helped. Stuff like that, you can't stop just by obliterating all the vampires. Monsters were isolated and stuff like the wendigo *takes a shot* were the sort of thing that just sort of happens, a horrible natural phenomenon along the lines of ghosts being created...)

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I do wonder with Mary saying they can have normal lives, how much 2x20 is haunting this entire season as well, because the entire burden there that turned Dean to go save himself and go back to the shitty world where he was a hunter, was to hunt and save people. He even gave up being with Mary and Sam who was happy and with Jess and safe from the whole demon blood arc, because people had DIED. But Mary's djinn dream I think would be eerily similar to that one - one where the responsibility was off them and they could be themselves but not hunters. It's interesting to look at what she wishes - or the one that's been planted in her head, because she is echoing the "world without monsters" thing... She too has hunting in her blood and 12x06 showed that too, that she never could give it up. She's been paralleled to Dean a lot with that, and 2x20 is the episode where Dean is finally after wanting to give up all of season 2, brought to a point of decision and commits to, I guess, being a hunter for life and giving up that normal world where everyone's happy and at peace.

Same decision from season 5/6 - that "peace or freedom" talk Dean and Cas had.

Now it's Mary's turn to go through the same arc. She's going for, essentially, something we can parallel to the Archangels and their idea of paradise where everything is perfect. Dean kept talking about it being "stepford" then...

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Oh noooo she brought up Sam going to school oh noooo

Why is every line in this dang episode just pure pain

where are my goofy vampires

"You've got to understand, things are going to change" Yeah, their plans are already underway and the threat is not going to be stopped by JUST talking Mary out of helping them. Have you seen the compound?

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Uhoh Sam and Mary are walking in step. He's like... so much more leg than her

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And Mary shows Sam the control room so he can SEE that the BMoL are already deeply underway with their thing.

Since he and Dean are separated the vibes I'm getting are 9x17 (maybe because Mittens was talking about it yesterday) but because at the end of that having seen Abaddon's soul mining operation, Sam comes back and sits with Dean and is way more onboard with taking her down than before and it unites them... Not saying that will happen here (more likely it will be subverted some way) but Sam's getting a peek behind the curtain at what the bad guys are up to while Dean's off drinking and moping around (see also, 10x17 although that time Sam was actively trying to save Dean while he was drinking also we now have at least 3 episodes were Sam and Dean were separated and the main reason given was that Dean was off drinking, this is getting PAINFUL)

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"The Brits talk like they're roughing it" yeah you can't get the right fuckin' tea in America, you have to bring all your own teabags and then Americans make fun of you for it. And there aren't any jaffa cakes! What the hell!!

Sam sees Mick and is like "!!!" Mick sees him and is like "!!!" and then it's super awkward.

Yeah don't shake his hand, Sam.

"Yeah, um, I really dig the whole low budget Mission Impossible vibe, but I'm going to head back." I LOVE WHEN SAM DOES THE POP CULTURE SNARK

He's much quieter than Dean, so without him around he really gets to shine :P

Also amused at the budget comment because obviously Supernatural can not have the same budget as MI

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"Sammeh!" I love it when he does that. I guess he's stumbling in drunk. The shot of the sword to introduce us back to the Bunker was actually TERRIFYING. It also had an empty glass and whiskey decanter so I guess the bros or at least Dean have been wandering around the Bunker drinking everything/everywhere. >.> 

Nice establishing shot.

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Sam's note is not in upper case something is WRONG

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Dean discovers MORE empty decanters and bottles. Wow you hit it hard. You should probably listen when Ramiel tells you you all have fucked up livers.

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I'm assuming this is like 12x01 and the Bunker is "not safe" but this time the threat is real and not a fake out that it's Cas coming home

and also Dean doen't have his mom with him :(

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Wait no apparently they knock

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Heeeey it's the other people I was expecting from the generic Dr Who cast. Geek with long hair and curly haired dude. Serena to keep them all in line. Mick as the weird sketchy boss.

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Sam is the Doctor in this scenario, FYI

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Tall and knows better than them.

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"Hello mate"

I mean at least he knocked

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I love Dean and Ketch looking each other up and down.

Also Ketch doesn't think he's as good as Mary, so tension - and not just that he wants to recruit Dean, but that Dean has to pass his opinion of whether he's good or not.

This should probably end with Dean and Ketch like, grappling each other.

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"how did you find us" "this is a Men of Letters Bunker"

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Wow Dean being bribed with rare scotch. I'm reminded both of Crowley in general and how Dean won entrance with Rufus back in 3x15

but also think that his alcoholism needs to be addressed and he should, like, chill, because I swear he just CAME from getting a drink and he's already desperate for another, enough to let Ketch in >.> Bad idea, he’s like a vampire. The regular non spn sort.

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I mean his alcoholism has been mentioned a few times, especially with the liver comment

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Awww curly haired dude is an American hunter, so there's only like, 3 Brits here.

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"Serena Coleman" - because of the twilight episode reference I'm just reminded of using the actor's names so blatantly. Serena was already dressed like whatserface played by Jenna COLEMAN as a Dr Who reference but now this? Like, I have no idea if this is just confirmation bias but I really hope someone else got such ridiculous vibes from it as me :P

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I am really quite disturbed by how many different countries they're operating in

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241 vampires in the mid west. That's REALLY not a lot when you think about it, I mean, comparing them to demographics of people. Assuming the BMoL have been wiping them out with a focused effort, still means there really aren't that many in general. I mean, back in season 1 & 2 they were recovering from being nearly hunted to extinction by hunters like Gordon and Dean spent a lot of season 10 killing vampires... I am reminded a lot of Eve talking about the natural order, about how a few of her children killed a few of the humans, and they killed a few but not ALL of them... a sort of equilibrium. And the natural order of how this world runs IS important and rarely mentioned. I've been thinking about Eve a lot in relation to this episode without knowing how to bring her into it really, but I guess this a good wedge to get her in >.>

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ACK there's only 11 vampires left

that's just scary

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*gratutious vampire flashbacks*

Oh they are so scary. I actually feel sorry for the vampires just for the fact the BMoL are so ruthlessly efficient and deal with the vampires this way, which makes you scared about how any organisation with the right resources could watch and profile in this way...

And we know the vampires can be SO much more complicated, like Lenore or Benny...

I mean they don't know about the cure, the whole case by case basis of dealing with vampires in case it IS more complex and there's still some humanity in them/can be saved from them, which the one on one process of the Winchesters treating them less like statistics has done... I mean sure the whole waiting for a trail of bodies thing isn't ideal, but... doing the job HUMANELY stands out here.

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Sam looks like he's rooting for the vampires too. :S

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Oh no, now some sympathetic vampires

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*feels sorry for them*

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Even while they're drinking human blood.

I mean I am literally in a blanket and have drunk hot chocolate to recover - she is very relatable

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ALPHA VAMP

Always got to have a dramatic entrance

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Oh dear, Dean and Ketch, savouring their drinks, the bottle in the neutral territory on the map between them. I've only watched them drink so far, and I can tell this is going to be a top 10 use of this table, ever.

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"Not much for small talk" He is when he likes you

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Ugh his face when he's talking about Toni. Ketch is not allowed to talk about women. He's disgusting and filled with hate, and this actually does make me like Toni a little better just because I resent him talking about her as a neurotic time bomb

Also Dean, I know you hate her but don't listen to this >.> Do not let him get to you a little by having a bonding moment over how awful she is. I know you are in a really dark place right now but don't make me go through this with you >.>

"We used to date" Ugh.

I actually now feel sorry for her :P 

Berens: most reliable un-Buckleming-er on the show.

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Ugh, I really hate this :P I mean, for Dean, because Ketch is intentionally channelling all the worst in him. This is where 12x11 and where I was horrified about Dean as an attack dog when it was all stripped away comes back. 

But he has a dual basic nature - SAVING PEOPLE, HUNTING THINGS. He was a sweet goof who loved and cared about people who were kind to him even when he had no idea between Sam or Rowena. He has a HEART. Ketch does not, but Dean has enough darkness in him to feel like he doesn't have a heart, and he's dealing with having told his mom where the door is. But he DOES have lightness in him. Ketch is like, dark side seducing him, with the whole "Inclinations" thing cluing us in it's queercoded and a seduction... This has happened to Dean before. He's wearing a red shirt he bought during the Mark of Cain crisis after CROWLEY dark side seduced him.

Of course that all involved the love triangle with Cas who represented the good side of Dean's duality for having an angel and a demon on his shoulder, and feeling the pull between them... Dean here is taking on Ketch alone and there's no pull in the other direction because Dean is isolated in the Bunker and Cas doesn't have an opposing role to the BMoL so he has no narrative tug back in the other direction, on the side of them having a HEART.

(I just watched 9x22 last night and I'm still dying about how much Dean loves Cas)

Anyway Ugh. I don't like the queercoded implications about demon!Dean that it seems more overt when he's evil and I don't particularly like that this is all Ketch "seducing" Dean to the dark by linking killing to that SO queer word "inclinations" about the both of them - I mean enough that Dean has to comment on it and wow that's a moment and a half, for the bi!Dean annuls, but UGH.

Have to stop and meta in 3 paragraphs about how Dean has a heart and isn't evil but is still queer and not because he's a killer >.>

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Jesus christ we're at the halfway point - this is like the opposite problem of a Buckleming episode. I know Berens can DESTROY me in about 2 minutes of screen time, so I'm just, like, permanently on edge.

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Anyway aside from everything else I hope Dean got to ride on the motorbike

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I mean that scene was just so harsh on Dean, with Ketch winning his way in with scotch, and then winning Dean out the door with the promise of vampires to kill that he couldn't find on his own earlier

(Big business came and stole all the work from small local businesses. They are a vampire hunting supermarket)

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Yeeeee Rufus mention.

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Aww poor terrible hunters. It's like Garth - "How are you still alive!?"

I'd say Pierce should probably be black if he's from Baton Rouge but honestly if he's meant to be a dingus, then all the good hunters are probably escaping this by bad association and we don't see a hapless idiot PoC hunter :P They're all the top shelf ones Ketch can't win over

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The ones who take pride in their work and have enough confidence in their skills to not want to go work for the big supermarket >.>

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*Dean disappointingly follows Ketch in the Impala*

They probably raced

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Checking out each other's equipment. Ketch opts to take one of Dean's knives. You know, Dean has a corrupting influence on everything he meets, I swear :P Like, Ketch was complaining it was too easy, but still just going along with his job, he meets Dean, seems to be off-assignment because he's just GONE to do it, no idea Sam wasn't even there tbh, but gets Dean, lures him out, and then Dean just has to make the old school way of hunting look cool by waving a knife around and suddenly Ketch wants in and also has a go at flipping a knife... And he's already getting “where are you??” messages from Mick. I mean, just the compulsion to meet the Winchesters on honest ground - now everything's in the open. He didn't even like them as much as Mary? But once he knows they need to be won over he goes to get at least one of them... But now he's not answering his mobile, and Dean's handed him a knife aaand

they really are being reckless by going in here alone without checking to see if something like the ALPHA VAMP isn't here

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Oh wait shit the vampires are coming to the BMoL

Maybe there really is nothing in the hotel

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Oh no there's just the sad vampire I was sorry for

Ketch don't you dare kill blanket vampire

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Okay, now Dean feels sorry for the vampires

That was a surprisingly short line to cross before Dean's like hey stop being mean to the monsters

HE HAS A HEART

I guess if we're subverting Bloodlust all you can do is make Dean not like the Gordon parallel even SOONER- in 2x03 he NEARLY fell for it... he WANTED to. He knows so much better now

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(Bennyyyy)

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This vampire looks EXACTLY like a girl I used to work with who coincidentally... was called Magda

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"Hunting... they went hunting." "Hunting whom?" "The hunters"

That was SUCH a good exchange. DRAMA. TENSION. SHEER TERROR ABOUT WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO BELOVED CHARACTERS

This season, notable exceptions, is SO much on its A game. Almost every episode has been like, High Drama.

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Vampire tiiiime

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Sam taking chaaaarge

I love it

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Aw no don't kill the one random black guy here. :<

WHY DID THEY LEAVE ALL THESE DOORS OPEN?

Is it because sealing yourself into shipping containers sucks and is probably airless and stinky?

At least in space they wouldn't have this problem

(In a good Doctor Who episode even the random guards would have names and personalities and a decent story arc for a side character even if they get killed... In this episode the guards aren't exactly the only hired muscle to save them because there's at least 3 hunters in the building and one of them is Sam Fucking Winchester, so he'd be more likely protecting the hired muscle regardless :P Not like killing them did anything but remove characters to worry about rather than raise the threat level that would be in an episode when everyone else was nerds instead of trained killers)

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Mick's got soft hands though

All I ask is one scream of horror

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"Our intel has him in Morocco. He's been there for at least the last decade." Sam, with barely a side glance, "Wrong."

Yeah that's been a theme all season and as far back as "Cassiel" - their intel SUCKS

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Read the Winchester Gospels

Or... don't. That actually turns you into an effective enemy

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I love when Sam's got the snarky interrogation face on. It's a fun Sam

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Mary's wearing basically Sam's red and black plaid but in a Dean way

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Oh Mick is scared

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And Sam has a headache at the stupid

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Considering there's only 3 hunters in the room they managed to scrounge up a lot of weapons.

Not enough...

"Where is it?" *significant looks* Okay, Sam's going to find out now. He's been much kinder towards Mary, obviously, even if he's still got a ton of issues and meant to leave when shit started happening, but... yeah. Is he as forgiving or at least willing enough to hear her out when THIS is revealed?

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*Mary side-glances at Sam*

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*sword in the stone moment for Sam*

Who is literally crying to have such awful history returned to him. He knows this weapon is cursed.

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I can't deal with Sam crying openly while writing the ingredients for the bullets and also the lore dump of how they make the damn things like AAH I ALWAYS WONDERED

And Mick's EYES. Like "what the fuck sort of hunters ARE these guys?"

This is what happens when you unexpectedly come across Legendary level hunters and you are all noobs

he's met the alpha, lived to tell the tale, and now is telling you how to make bullets that could kill him

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Sam Fucking Winchester

(I just wanted to say that)

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Oh the red flashy lights in the corridors is SO Doctor Who

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It occurs to me that 11x14 also was the sort of episode that mimics the tropes of one of those but this one has the aesthetic.

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I think Berens just wants to write for Doctor Who

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Pleeease, two vampires against Sam Fucking Winchester

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[slightly evil nyoooom] Nyooooom

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Mick sounds scared while doing the incantation over the bullets. Hope it works.

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Dude, don't stand with your back to the open door

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... Amazingly that didn't take more than a second to pay off.

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Noooooo Serena

I liked her :<

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*Sam Fucking Winchester kills everything*

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Can't believe the blatant disrespect for England that the alpha vamp doesn't like us

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Actually starting to worry Mick's last episode is right here and now :P

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Aww Mary is hurt and Sam's instinct is to be all "mom!" and help her

I am so emo about this family, help.

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I am so with the alpha vamp

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I mean I will miss Mick but nah. Byeee.

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Aww nope fortunes change all at once

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*Mick legs it away from the alpha vamp and goes and stands behind all the hunters*

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"If that were true I'd be dead already" I bet the lore about the 5 things is both right and wrong at the same time - we KNOW it doesn't work on Lucifer, but I bet a ton of stuff pretends it won't work on them, and honestly Lucifer might not have been right about 5, and basically there's "recorded" like at least a dozen things it won't kill

but in this case Sam calls his bluff because the alpha vamp is still talking with the gun trained on him instead of just fighting them...

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Anyway Sam's just like, ready to throw Mick to him

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"Who said I was here to save all of us. My family and I, we kill vamps when they get outta line. And you've LET us." "I have many children, Sam. What's one, two, here or there..." "Exactly! So? Let my mom and me go. We'll walk away, go back to the way things were. To the way things are SUPPOSED to be. Hunters and vampires. Cops and robbers! A fair fight!"

!!! I LOVE SAM SO MUCH

Also that "the way things are SUPPOSED to be" is denying everything Mary said about a world without monsters, and calling back to Eve's natural order.

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Poor old Mick

Maybe he'll turn him into a vampire

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"What are you doing?" "Picking a side"

LOVE HIM

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That was a badass montage of how Sam got a bullet in the gun

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Bye bye Alpha Vamp, Dabb tidies up another loose end and sits back smiling to himself - not a plot hole so much as the itch of “see you next season” being for nothing

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Serena nooo

All the dead people

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Oh, wait, I'm having the same moment as Mick

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Mary like "come on" to him, quite gently

aaand walk out and there's Ketch and Dean, 5 minutes late to the party.

Ketch lecturing Mick on his ivory tower and how people die...

Oh Ketch your attempt to get Dean didn't work.

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Awwww Dean was worried about Mary and Sam's deducing it because Sam's all deduce-y and stuff. When he has to deal with things on his own, he really shines. You should do more episodes alone. I've really missed you, Sam :P I feel like I haven't seen you since 11x14

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Are the Winchesters making up??

"It's not your job to make me lunch and kiss me goodnight" Help

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Aww they all made up

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Ooops and here's Ketch back being all awful and with the traitor hunter. Who's "gone rogue"

I suppose this compares to 12x06 AGAIN, where they let Bucky go because they don't kill their own, just ostracise them

but um

Still thinking about Samuel Campbell... is that ever going to come up? In this case the Winchesters seem to agree that killing this guy for selling them out to vampires is appropriate. Or, well, whatever Ketch does to him. Worse than death, maybe

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Maybe Mary would understand despite the fact it was her father >.>

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Had not considered that until after seeing this episode

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Aw Sam no, I CRIED WITH YOU TODAY.

Was Sam talking crap with the Cops n Robbers speech or did he change his mind about the status quo? He picked his side in the moment Mick helped get the bullet to him? Or? Thinks the MoL are such idiots the only way to protect Mary is to go with her?

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Dean looks kinda isolated at the end with Sam and Mary standing next to each other but he has had reason to DISLIKE Ketch after he roughed up the poor vamp girl, and he still indicates he doesn't like Mary's decision but he loves her anyway...

Kinda feel bad pointing out if he doesn't go for it (and one of them needs not to) that kinda does mean he and Cas are left alone on this side :P

Don't feel bad enough NOT to point it out and end on that note >.>

#12x14 #season 12 spoilers #Berens fanclub #my stuff #SAM!! #remember in 11x14 where Sam chugged 18 cups of coffee shortly before the episode #and was this weird perky happy fun Sam who I fell madly in love with for one episode? #I'm pretty disappointed #because now he's only my 3rd favourite Sam #(1st favourite Sam is Sam in 7x14 because duh)

[satans-codpiece]

ok fr im gonna post this bc this is amazing @ 16 y/o me, what happened to you? selfshipping with a character not a single person on this hell of an earth cares about while staring the entire SPN cast straight in the eyes and being like fuck y’all?

[December 27th, 2012]

HE hadn't thought dying would feel quite like this. Or maybe he did, to an extent. Weightless, like he was floating was to be expected, feeling lightheaded, especially as the almost blinding light blasted from the stone. "It wall went white" doesn't have the same ring to it, though. He had seen that poor woman earlier be vaporized by the stone's power, and he was sure that was what was happening to him right now. Individual atomic bonds being ripped apart by the raw energy being thrown off by Stonehenge.

Even as an astrophysicist he hadn't expected to die such an unpredictable death. Maybe in an accidental atomic explosion at the worst, maybe get cancer or something. Much domestic deaths available than this seemed almost appealing, but in the end, he had saved the world in his death. He knew that long before he left the car with Dr. Jennings. He would die at Stonehenge, even if he failed. Getting the key to the center rock would cause what was happening: this discharge of power on a much smaller scale than the one hat would've occurred had he failed. The one that would redirect the atomic bomb, and then the one after procuring enough of the magnetic power from the Earth's poles.

That was why he left his ring with Dr. Jennings, and faked hope when she said she'd be giving it back. He would never see her again. A chestful of anticipation and the weight of quite possibly the literal world rested on his shoulders and he set out with determination.

Which he was successful and lead to this feeling of weightlessness, of falling even. To be honest he hadn't even realized he was falling until he realized his side and leg burned with pain. He had thought with just enough clarity to think that wasn't the pain supposed to stop once your brain had been picked apart one atomic-level bond at a time? Weren't you supposed to stop thinking? And in that moment he opened his eyes and he could swear on every book of astrophysical theory that he was actually falling. The light spiralling around his was not his near death experience, he was actually falling Goddamn it all. Hell, for all he knew he was actually being taken to see who the hell made Stonehenge and the key and terraformed Earth in the first place billions of years ago. He admitted earlier that there were forces they simply couldn't explain with modern theories, and maybe even any theories to ever trickle through peer reviews. Maybe they had something else at work in their terraforming device, they wouldn't even have to know.

The weightlessness was expected, the falling was a bit of a surprise but still could maybe to chalked up to last-minute hallucinations in an attempt to keep his mind in a single piece. It was the collision of his back to a very solid, very hard surface that had Dr. Glaser sputtering and trying to keep his focus on the material world.

Landing had jostled his already tender gunshot wound, and he groaned despite himself. This was so much less graceful than just being ripped apart or vaporized. He really hoped that at least the cult follower was being as disgraced as himself. Maybe a little more dead, since he did after all wish death upon all the humans in the world. That wasn't very nice.

Jacob stared up from his position on what he assumed was the ground of some abandoned building. The walls were concrete, maybe in a basement somewhere- supposing it was of human origins. The walls were old and a dingy gray, obviously uncared for and let to fall into disrepair. On the ceiling, however, Jacob could not comment since above him was only a swirling vortex of light and color: one that he had obviously just fallen from. He thought for perhaps a moment he had fallen through some sort of wormhole, created by the extreme energy at the stone and forced a counterpart white hole somewhere and had sucked him through. Though that hardly explained how he was still alive: a black hole would crush him under the extreme internal gravity. Not to mention it would also be ripping apart Europe by now.

No, Dr. Glaser was contented to ponder on how he got here as he bled to death slowly. It was a sad death, he thought. He much preferred being vaporized to this, at least in being vaporized he could hope someone would make a movie for him one day, with decent special effects for being vaporized. He could be famous, but no, like this he would be that one scientist that ends up being found in 30 years and then accused of faking his death for publicity. At the scale of everything that had happened surely it would be even more incredible than if they had found Hitler's body in South America. He pondered it a moment more.

Maybe not quite that sensational. It would certainly still rattle the gossiping TV shows for a couple weeks. No, he contented to pressing a hand to his wound which still oozed warm blood over his fingers and into this clothing. Judging from the state of the room and likelihood that he was in an evacuated zone, he hadn't expected anyone to show up. He certainly did not expect a loud cry of "Jesus Christ! Sam, Cas! Get in here!"

Actually he was expecting to really be hallucinating that. He looked lazily, the blood loss finally digging at his consciousness, and saw a large pair of too-green eyes staring back at him. The man, - oh God, Jacob could swear he looks just like Jensen Ackles, the American actor, pushes Jacob's hand out of the way to press a cloth to his wound. "Hey man, it's going to be okay, alright?" Jacob's head is too blurry to really understand what's going on, but is clear enough to know that that tone is more like 'I'm saying this so you wont freak out on me' than 'its okay'.

He expected to die anyway so it's all good. Maybe not with an actor trying to keep his blood inside his body, but hey it'll only make the story even better. He could probably get by with better last words than "It was a robot head", but he could settle for dying in an actor's basement. The man turned around again and yelled: "Sam! Cas!"

This time another man appeared from a doorway, rushing over to the first. He was remarkably tall, Jacob knew for certain even from his state on the floor. And now maybe Jacob could start having a panic attack or laughing off this hallucination because god dammit the other man was fucking Jared Padalecki. So either he was dying on the set of Supernatural, or something was definitely off. He recalled distantly that he had called him Sam, not Jared. And now he was sure he was hallucinating: this was absurdly nuts. Yeah, maybe Sabrina had told him that it was real and she was stuck on the wrong side, but come on. She was having some sort of mental breakdown when she said that. She'd said his alternate on the other side was an angel but this was stupid, this was ridiculous.

"Oh my god, Dean, he looks just like..." Jared (Sam?) mumbled, grabbing a hold of the wound on Jacob's leg. Dean- Jensen- nodded somewhere between numbly and grimly. And then around the corner came another body. Oh Christ, why would this have to be his pre-death hallucination, why couldn't he be receiving his award for astrophysics again, that would be nice.

"Move," The Jacob lookalike said, voice way too low and gravelly to be correct with his body. But they moved and Cas(?) moved in close, squinting at Jacob and all Jacob could was try to not cough up any blood that he felt trickling in his throat. Cas pressed two fingers the Jacob's temple and -now its certain he's hallucinating, but whatever- he was just fine. He gasped, happy to not feel restricted by the pain in his abdomen.

"What do we do...?" Sam began, looking helplessly between Cas and Dean. Jacob was still trying to sort his thoughts.

"Do you know Sariel?" Cas questioned, and it took him a moment to realize his lookalike was talking to him. He thought over a minute. Sariel? No, he didn't think he knew any and shook his head accordingly, too stunned for words.

"If she was stuck on the other side would she even be using her real name? Wouldn't she pick something else so she wouldn't, you know, stand out?"

Jacob could piece that together. Stuck on the otherside and there even being a Jacob alternate? He breathed in through his mouth, expecting it to feel tight and dry and shocked to feel it wet and edging on normal. He worked out, "Sabrina,"

The trio looked down at him. "This is another.. world, right?" They exchanged glances and shrugged, a unison of 'more or less'. "Sabrina Jennings, she said she was,"

The surprised yelp from above was all the warning he got as a body was falling much too quickly from the ceiling to stop. It landed heavily with a thick 'thump' on Jacob's middle, making his cough and sputter.

[December 28th, 2012]

"Oooh, I think I'm dying..."

"You are not dying, Sariel."

"You don't know that, ughh, this feels so awful. Won't you help me Jacob?" "No, just taken some more Nyquil, you're fine. You have the flu." I rolled onto my other side and mustered up my best kicked puppy dog look. "Jacob, won't you please go get it for me...?"

He turned around to glared at me, frustrated and tired with my antics. I really did feel horrible, more than what I expected the "flu" to feel like: more accurately I felt like death personified. I ached all over and moving at all left me terribly nauseousness. I'd never felt anything like it, Angelic or otherwise. Hell, I wasn't supposed to be able to get sick. I may have only partially fallen but that implied I was still partially an Angel and as a part angel being, I shouldn't be able to get sick with such human diseases, right? surely that was in my contract. Maybe

I probably should've read the fine print. I didn't even bother reading the shortened juicier version. Not that this metaphorical contract existed, that's why its metaphorical. I just didn't bother to actually consider what would actually happen if I ripped half my grace out (closer to two thirds, I still had a single pair of wings, not all three). I felt temperature and was bothered by it (I took to wearing several pairs of socks in the winter), I needed food occasionally, I slept a little off and on (maybe 3 hours a night, easily looked over). I hadn't even thought that sickness could also claim my much more fragile body.

I was still angelic enough that it would require a heavenly blade to kill me, I knew that for certain after I tripped and stabbed myself one evening. Whether it still took an archangels' blade or if any lackey could kill me was a mystery I wasn't too keen on figuring out. Being dipped in holy oil would probably fry me, which is such a pity.

But sickness is another thing all together, there were a handful of diseases that could affect angels. Mostly they attached to the wings: the most sensitive part of any angel, arch- or not. They were akin to birds' diseases, but the difference was simple. We could rid ourselves of them almost instantaneously. I'd only heard of cherubs being stuck with their sickness for a while, and even then they are so far down the food chain it isn't surprising. They're barely above humans, only capable of flight and hiding themselves from human view. They don't even require vessels.

But the flu, oh the flu. I had kept the part of my grace the healed, which seemed to be useless now, unable to rid my vessel which was essentially now my body, of this virus. Or whatever it was. It wasn't pleasant, I knew that. I ached all over to the very core of my being and even trying to press my grace against the wound-less pains seemed to be useless. I felt cold all the time and yet my body burned inside, and I was partially worried I was becoming Lucifer: burning cold and vessel flushed hot in attempts to press my grace and form out of its physical self. I slept much more, a full 8 hours which Jacob had explained was normal for humans to sleep more when they were sick. It meant their body was working overtime to try to push the stuff that was making you sick out. He swore to show me a movie he called Osmosis Jones, "Even though it's inaccurate in so many ways, it's pretty funny." I didn't really pay attention. I liked almost every movie he'd shown me thus far even though I hadn't seen a whole lot. Only maybe 50ish, and that was being generous. I guess for being around for a year on Earth, that was pretty good.

But this sickness was not "pretty good". It was horrible. I don't know how humans dealt with this as a possibility every winter. I snuggled deeper into the bed, pulling the blankets up to my nose and Jacob seemed to understand that getting up really would send my nausea into overload again. (Last time I had tried to move ended with me curled up on the floor with my head between my legs, crying out of my misery). I left the room for a minute, and I coughed roughly. Dry and it ripped at my throat, I grumbled something about probably using all my archangel abilities, as soon as I got them back, into wiping out the flu virus. This was a perfect example of grade A suckage.

I sniffled and suddenly a bluish greenish liquid in a clear bottle was being thrust at me. Jacob held it out while I took it from it, opened the top and took a large drink of it. He raised an eyebrow and I shrugged. I still had resistance to much of humanities drugs, making going to the doctor especially weird. Jacob had feigned flu as well to get a double dose of Tamaflu, whatever that was. He said I should probably just double the dose and anymore and he'd be worried about its effects on me.

So far I didn't feel any better. Doubling the amount of any medicine I took never seemed to do the trick, at tripling I got trickles of effects, mostly little things. Six ibuprofen and I noted that I didn't want to tear my spine out quite as much. It took ten to really make me relax and be able to think about anything besides it.

I screwed the cap back on and held it out to him again. He took it and set it upon the night stand. He sighed and ran a hand over my forehead, his palm feeling cool against my skin. "I'm sorry you're sick, Sariel." He cooed softly. He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

I stifled a cough and mumbled, "Yeah well, don't get yourself sick too, I can't take care of you like you take care of me... I wouldn't even be able to heal it out of you."

He laughed and stroked a hand through my hair, "I can't get the flu."

I barely contained the shock in my voice: "What? how?"

He grinned and shook it head. "Unlike you, I got my flu shot."

#kat talks #long post #fanfic blogging #im tempted to post this on ao3 but with the correct post date #just so I can save this forever in case 750words goes under