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mittensmorgul · 3 years

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So for the most part, I outright reject the finale. But I do think, in light of the whole "Jimmy was supposed to be in the bar, and Dean was disappointed by that because his perfect heaven would have Cas in it" just makes me all the more convinced that the final episode was some kind of djinn dream. Like.... There's no other explanation in my opinion. If Dean's perfect heaven was supposed to have Cas, and he tragically gets faked out by Jimmy (????? Why tf would jimmy be there anyway), it just proves that it's not ACTUALLY heaven. That, along with he El Sol beer he's drinking is all the evidence I need. I think after 15x19, Dean and Sam got whammied by some monster, and are stuck in a hallucination, and that's what we're seeing. (My headcanon is that it's actually The Empty doing it, because it knows if it doesn't keep Dean and Sam occupied and spinning in circles, they'll invade the Empty to save Cas. So its trying to prevent that) :)

Hello, anon friendo! I am gonna start by offering the socially distanced version of a high five, because yeah... There is just so much to unpack here, and you provided such a succinct and all-encompassing series of statements to start from. Thank you!

*flings open array of questionable suitcases*

First off, Congrats on having rejected the finale. I know a lot of folks are still struggling with that one, for many reasons. But you have hit upon so many of the points I’ve been trying to make about the finale since it aired. I’d just like to start with some of the assumptions I’ve heard from folks about the finale that make it impossible for me to consider it fully honestly canon. Because so much about it just makes no goshdang sense... like... not at all...

One of the biggest issues I have surrounding the reception of the finale in parts of fandom is that it portrayed a “happy ending.” The show itself spent the entire final season telling us that a gravestone marked Winchester was not and never would be a happy ending (thank you Becky Rosen-- words I never thought I’d say, but honestly and most sincerely meant). Let’s break this down a bit.

Starting from the assumption that “heaven was fixed” so that characters could have true free will there, making it satisfying in any way that Dean died so young and never got to truly experience happiness during life, I would like anyone who has adopted this attitude to then explain Kansas the band. I mean... explain that in any satisfactory canon-compliant way. (hint: you can’t. it makes zero sense in canon, if heaven is truly reformed and “happy” with everyone in possession of free will.)

Which brings me to Misha’s comments about Jimmy being in the Roadhouse. Why, if heaven were truly fixed, would Jimmy ever in a bazillion years attend a party for Dean Winchester? If Heaven were truly a “happy” ending for Dean, why introduce this element of eternal tragedy and heartbreak to his heaven experience? Why taunt him with the eternal loss of Cas-- even if you don’t think he reciprocated Cas’s romantic feelings, he was canonically the best friend Dean ever had, and being forced to exist forever in a place where he had everyone else he ever cared for except for Cas? Is frankly horrific.

How the actual fuck is that a happy ending, in any sense of the word?

How is this the sort of heaven that Dean would’ve made for himself before it was “fixed?” At least in the memorex heaven, he could’ve lived in oblivious peace with Cas, even if it was always just his own memories and not ~actually Cas~. I honestly think that would’ve been happier than the abject tragedy of what we did get, and what we would’ve gotten had the original script played out.

All of this kind of makes me wonder if they ever even actually defeated Chuck. Like... it feels more like Dean got pulled into the Empty at that moment with Cas and Billie, and everything else after that point was the Empty’s endless experience of sorrow and despair we knew it subject its charges to. So that’s one potential for what could’ve actually happened. I mean, everything about the finale was sorrow and despair, you know? Dean didn’t even get to enjoy his pie at a pie festival because Sam smashed in in his face. How is any of it happy, in any way?

Because if that was actually heaven, there wasn’t actually any free will (because why tf would Kansas the band have chosen to put on that concert? why tf would Jimmy have been there, just to torment Dean with the taunt of Cas returning to him only to have that hope snatched away again? It’s cruel. It’s, in fact, a source of intense despair).

The djinn theory could also work, and I’ve read some excellent fix-it fic using that as a premise. But that doesn’t really explain what happened to Jack (and Amara, since she was in there with them) after hoovering up Chuck’s power, you know? I think the simplest explanations in canon are that Chuck actually won via the unified power of Light and Dark being transferred into Jack and effectively using him as a vessel. With Sam and Dean convinced they’d won, they effectively stopped resisting Chuck’s story for them, and using Jack’s understanding of humanity and the Winchesters specifically, Chuck finally was able to implement a version of his story that the Winchesters would just waltz into without thinking it was supernaturally influenced at all. Going bigger and bigger with monsters and cosmic troubles hadn’t worked, but going so small Sam and Dean would barely even notice the influence-- even with the incongruous reappearance of a vampire that appeared in their lives once, for like two whole minutes 15 years ago, and an unsolved case from the journal from more than 30 years ago that John had never even linked to vampires at all.

At this point, I need to mention that I’m watching 10.23 as I type this up. An episode in which we confront the Mark, along with Death, and Dean’s despair, where he learns a version of the truth (but by no means the full truth, or even accurate truth in some respects) about Chuck’s Story, Amara/The Darkness, etc. That would unfold more fully over the next five seasons. And what was the case Dean took in this episode? Vampires. LOLOL omg this show is nothing if not horrifically consistent, yes?

So because of this, I went haring off through my own blog looking for a post I made a long time ago about the symbolism of how various monsters are used on this show (because again, consistency). I got sidetracked by other posts in my monsters tag, including this from after 15.09 aired, which feels particularly awfully relevant. This was my reaction to Chuck’s Story he showed Sam in that episode, about what the future would look like should he successfully trap Chuck with a Mark, and which... yeah is basically exactly thematically consistent with what we saw in the finale, right down to a cheesy twist on vampires. Read the whole post right here, but this is the part that reached up and punched me in the face:

this is how Dean personally reacts when he loses Cas. We know how he reacts when he loses anyone else– think about what he did when Charlie died. He went on a murder rampage against the Stynes for killing her. When Mary died he broke some furniture and went full bore toward both resurrecting her and stopping Jack. But without Cas, Dean loses the will to fight. Sam has… always been different. He referenced Jess in 15.04 to remind us of how he was after she died in the pilot episode. Just like John, he picked up the revenge mission and ran with it. But for Dean, Cas is different. Without Cas… Dean gives up.

Because... Dean gave up. Sure, he and Sam weren’t overrun by vampires in the end. Chuck knew they’d never stop fighting the monsters, one way or another. The only way to get Dean to give up is something Chuck hadn’t quite figured out yet... maybe not until after 15.17, after confronting Cas in the hallway of the bunker, after absorbing Amara’s power, knowledge, and perspective on Dean.

Chuck needed Dean to give up, and honestly? Pushing Billie to clear him off the table and send him (and Cas, that pesky angel who never did what he was told) to the Empty would’ve been a direct way to deal with that... pretty much akin to having one sibling locked in a cage forever, yes?

Also, still looking through my monsters tag, I’m reminded of 14.15, and still cannot differentiate the version of Heaven in 15.20 from what was done to the people of that town. This... is not... paradise. This is actively what Dean has been insisting is the OPPOSITE of paradise since like… 4.22… No ending where Dean was a “Stepford bitch in paradise” ever had the possibility of being “happy,” at the core of things, and this “fixed” version of Heaven just doesn’t hold up to any degree of inspection. Something is seriously wrong here. https://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/183465650390/so-can-we-talk-about-this-monster-of-the-week-for

And since I was unable to find the post I wrote who knows how long ago about Monsters and how they’re symbolically used on Supernatural to represent larger themes in the episode, I’ll just attempt to sum up what Vampires have been used for. Revenge. Vampires are always, in some way connected to themes of revenge.

(and hooray, I found at least a post adjacent to the one I’ve spent the last four hours trying to find... https://mittensmorgul.tumblr.com/post/187207052080/i-obviously-did-not-think-this-through, where I mention that shapeshifters are about revealing hidden truths (mostly about Dean since most shapeshifters are connected to Dean), zombies are about grief and the inability to move past it.)

So why... why at the end of their road is the monster that comes after them-- literally FOR REVENGE for something that had never been blamed on Sam or Dean to begin with, from season 1, directly connected to John’s revenge mission and the first time they learned about the Colt AND the first time they learned in canon that Vampires were even real... like... this feels very specifically like some kind of layers-of-meta levels of shade on them, you know? Vampires are for revenge, so what vengeance exactly is being visited upon Sam and Dean in this episode? If not Chuck’s entire story for them itself?

So yeah, 100% agree, something is incredibly rotten in the finale. And I am sick to effing death of people trying to convince us that anything about this was “good” or “happy” or “satisfying” in any way. Or even “how it was always supposed to end” with Dean dead bloody, as if the entire back half of the series hadn’t been suggesting that a true win was the subversion of all of Chuck’s story for them, and Dean finally being able to have his chosen family all alive, happy, and chilling on a beach somewhere watching the sunset. Nothing will ever convince me that the ending portrayed in 15.20 wasn’t exactly how Chuck thought he “won,” rendering it entirely irrelevant to the rest of canon, unless all of canon was ultimately the tragedy we’d been encouraged to believe would be firmly defeated in the end.

Folks, you can’t have it both ways.

#spn 15.20 #chuck's process #if this was the 'happy' ending for dean they sure did fail big time to make it actually happy!#it makes me feel sick thinking that dean's happy heaven ending was more like an eternal pit of torment #like actively tormenting him and taunting him with the fact that cas was truly gone forever #like wow they went all the fuck out to make it clear that even in heaven #dean would never be allowed to respond to cas's declaration of love #like... it's the most hurtful and hateful thing the show could possibly have done to us #and it still fucks me up knowing there's people who think this heaven was a 'good' ending for dean #like... fuck that entirely and with extreme prejudice #i feel like i have not been emphatic enough about my absolute hatred for this episode in these tags #but sadly there are limitations to expressing the actual feelings i'm feeling in the english language #sometimes the only effective word for these feelings involves velociraptor screeching #Anonymous

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fixxofvixx · 3 years

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POSSESSION - TAEKWOON AU - CHAPTER 15

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The chain fell from your wrist and you immediately ran to Leo’s side. You feared that his enchanted weapons stopped working only if Leo was dead. You fell to the floor at his side and felt for a pulse. It was there but fading fast. His chest didn’t rise or fall and his body was turning cold.

“Leo! Wake up, please!! Leo, please!!” Your heart was tearing in two and you couldn’t stop crying. Leo was dying right in front of you. Anger began to replace the sadness you felt.

“You can’t have him!”

You remembered something your mother had told you about bringing breath back to a dying person. You had never tried it but knew the process. You pulled Leo until he was lying flat on the floor. Your hands went to his chest and began the steps your mother had told you about. You counted in your head how many times to press down on the heart to help it beat. After that was finished you moved until your face lingered over his. You only hesitated for a moment before placing your lips on his.

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His lips were cold as you breathed into his mouth.

1….2….3….

You leaned away from his face and repeated the steps once again. All the while you could hear the others pounding on the doors.

"It's useless. He's dead."

You ignored the spirit behind you. You could feel the cold at your back, her mere presence causing your skin to crawl. Tiny pinpricks erupted over your skin and caused a cold sweat to envelope your body. She was trying to distract you. But you couldn't be bothered with her right now. All your focus had to be on Leo as you counted the breaths and chest presses. You never practiced on a real person but your mother had shown you the steps countless times. It felt like it was taking forever. Every second he didn't breathe felt like another stab in your heart. You didn't even take the time to wipe the tears from your eyes and repeated the steps over and over.

"By rights, he shouldn't be alive….none of them should be. Least of all him. An illegitimate abomination in a clan of the purest blood. If not for the powers he received from his father, he would have died in infancy. Let nature take its rightful course and forget him. He is worthless."

Her obvious distaste of Leo and her vicious words only spurred you on further. You were getting tired, exhaustion and muscle pains were settling in your shoulders. You couldn't keep this pace up for much longer. The constant lingering of the spirit behind you was making things worse. Leo's body was also turning colder. But her taunts gave you the bit of adrenaline you needed to keep going. You felt a wave of emotion overtake you and you decided that you would save Leo or die trying.

With a flash of light behind the door, the wood splintered and feet rushed through the opening. You didn't turn to the commotion, you knew who was coming. You could hear voices giving out commands to each other to protect you and Leo but also trying to exercise the spirit.

You were about to collapse when Leo pulled in a sudden breath of air. The action caused a short fit of coughing but he was breathing.

He was alive.

His eyes sprang open and he struggled to breath in as best he could. His grey eyes settled on you and they held confusion as if he could quite grasp the situation. All of the emotions that you had been holding in came out all at once. Anger, fear, sadness, panic, and happiness bundled themselves together into one huge lump in your throat. Tears sprang from your eyes and you all but collapsed onto Leo's chest, crying and exhausted. You felt his hand in your arm but made no effort to move you. You didn't have the strength or willpower to move anyway.

You could still hear the others fighting and it urged you to wrap your arms tighter around Leo hoping to protect him.

"Dammit! Go that way, cut her off!"

"Don't let her get past you! She can disappear at will."

"Block that side! The other room is already sealed, if we can push her back in there we can trap her!"

Cold air whipped around the room as different things tumbled and crashed to the floor. You flinched every time something fell to the floor, knowing the next heavy object could very well hit you or Leo.

"Hongbin, do you see her?!"

"Dammit, hang on! I'm trying to seal this door!" You felt the room change temperature but you still felt like you were frozen. "She's in the other room. She's trapped for now. We need another strategy. She's abnormally strong."

"Are you hurt?" Leo's voice rumbled through his chest and into your ear. Although you heard him, your body wouldn't allow you to move. Your mind was still trapped in trying to revive him and protect him.

"Y/N, you can get up now, she's not in the room anymore." You heard Hakyeon's voice coming closer and felt hands on your arms trying to pull you from Leo. You made a sound of refusal and clung to Leo's torso.

Leo wanted to relish the feeling of you holding him but he knew there was a bigger issue at hand. He looked up at Hakyeon and motioned for him and the others to leave. Hakyeon nodded and ushered the rest out of the room. Ravi walked by and gave two thumbs up which earned a glare from Leo.

Once they were out, he raised himself up on his elbows but you still didn't release him. If he was honest, he really didn't want you to. Still, he continued until he was sitting upright and did a quick mental check of any injuries but everything seemed to be fine.

Leo put his hands on either side of your head and pulled your head away from his chest.

"Y/N." He only said your name but it caused you to break down in another stream of sobs but he would let you lower your head again.

"Y/N, take a good, deep breath. You're going to pass out if you keep crying like that."

"I c-ca….I can't….you….y-you were dead! You st-stopped breathing! I….I didn't know what….what t-to do! You can't die! What do I d-do if you die?! You--" You ramblings were cut off by Leo pulling you back to his chest, wrapping both arms around you. One arm settled around your shoulders while he brought his hand to cradle the back of your head.

His body temperature was different now. He was warm and you closed your eyes at the feeling. Your arms were trapped between your body and his but you didn't care. Your adrenaline was spent and you sank into his chest, your head resting on his shoulder.

"Thank you, Y/N." Leo's voice was soft in your ear and you could feel his breath glide over your skin. "Thank you for bringing me back to life."

You smiled because he genuinely sounded grateful that he was alive.

"You know, that's quite the ability you have."

"Huh?"

"Bringing life back into a person. It is a rare skill, I'm sure. Perhaps you can teach me one day?"

"I ca--" You stopped yourself after almost readily agreeing. Your mind processed what it would mean to teach him and in turn you would have to admit that your lips had touched his. You didn't know why that bothered you so much. You cleared your throat and tried to save yourself. "Surely….you are aware of the steps. It is fairly common knowledge. I'm….not very good at teaching."

You pulled away from him and wiped the remaining tears from your cheeks. Crimson began tinting your cheeks as your mind began to replay how you had clung to him and acted like a worried lover. You swallowed hard and tried to stand.

Of course, your muscles protested. You had pushed your body to the limit trying to bring Leo back to life. Your shoulders ached and your legs felt like jelly as you tried to stand normally.

A loud crash came from your room and you jumped in fright. The spirit was apparently upset that she was trapped now.

"Maybe we should put some distance between us and that room. She seems rather upset."

Leo nodded and reached for your arm to help you but you flinched. His hand froze and you felt instantly guilty. You rushed to explain.

"I wasn't…..I mean, I didn't mean that. I wasn't avoiding you. I'm sorry. I just…"

You didn't know how to tell him that you somehow felt that if he touched you right now, you wouldn't want him to let go.

"It's alright."

Leo's face was solemn as he opened the door and motioned for you to go first. Mustering up the courage, you waited until he looked at you again.

"I….don't think I can walk on my own." Your cheeks turned a darker red as you cringed inside at how awful your lie sounded. You prayed he wouldn't notice.

"I will call for Hakyeon or one of the others."

"No!" You grabbed his arm as he turned to leave. "I want you! I mean...I would prefer it if it's you.

You felt light-headed but your heart was pumping double time. You never thought you would turn into the bumbling idiot that you had become just now.

He hesitated at first but eventually nodded. You took a better grip on his arm and followed him out of the room. It was no lie that your legs felt like they were made of water but you were sure a week or two ago you would have died trying to make it on your own.

You made it to the sitting room and sank into the plush cushions on the sofa. You were immediately surrounded by six sets of worried eyes. You squirmed under their scrutiny. Ravi broke away first, wandering over to the side table of alcohol that was ever-present. He poured a honey-colored liquid into a short glass and handed it to you.

You accepted it but just stared at him.

"Drink it. It will help your nerves."

You nodded and took a sip. You coughed as the liquor burned a path to your stomach.

"Why did you give her the strongest one?" Leo looked at Ravi with a disapproving look and tried to take your glass. You held on and tucked the glass close to your chest.

"See? She likes it. She's gonna need that when she hears what Hakyeon has planned."

You looked at Ravi and waited for him to elaborate but he didn't. So, you turned your gaze on Hakyeon.

"You're going to leave the house."

"Now wait just a damn minute." Leo advanced on Hakyeon but he just held up his hand.

"And you're going with her."

"What?! Hakyeon, you can't kick him out! I'll leave! I promise, you won't see me again."

"Y/N."

"Then all the problems will be solved! You can have all my medicines and I'll write down everything you need to know!"

"Y/N….."

"Ken can--"

"Y/N!" You jumped and closed your mouth when Hakyeon raised his voice and came towards you. Leo tried to block his path but Ravi stopped him. Hakyeon crouched down in front of you and sent you a comforting smile.

"I'm not kicking you out, Y/N. Neither of you. I'm only telling you both to stay somewhere else until we can clear the house of the spirit. She is clearly focused on you both. So, I believe it's safer if you stay somewhere else for right now."

"Oh." You bit your bottom lip trying to think of where you could stay. Nothing came to mind at all. You couldn't go back to your old house and you had no family. You also had no money to stay at an inn in any of the towns.

"Y/N…." Ravi spoke up with an amused tone. "Stop worrying that pretty little head of yours. You'll have a place to stay. Just ask your knight in shining armor."

You looked at him and then glanced over at Leo. When you realized what you'd done, you looked quickly down at your hands.

"You're speaking nonsense, Ravi."

"Leo, let us know when you get there. We'll take care of things here." Hakyeon turned to leave and you looked up in time to see Leo nodding in agreement. Leo's grey eyes then settled on you and electricity shot up your spine.

"You can't enter your room so you can borrow some of our clothes. Gather anything else you will need. We will need first thing in the morning." He turned to follow the others but you stopped him.

"Wait! What do you mean?"

"We're going to my old house for a while. We'll stay there until they get the spirit sorted out."

"What?!"

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cosmicstardustcastiel · 3 years

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15x18 Coda, drabble, wishful thinking...

Dean sat where Cas had left him, back up against the brick wall of the dungeon. Hours may have passed but that seemed irrelevant. His mind was in a fog of shock, still trying to process what had just happened here. He felt his phone vibrate against the concrete floor several times but it was like a gnat in the back of his mind. He couldn’t focus. His body felt cold but he couldn’t be bothered to stand. His legs seemed impossibly heavy in this moment. He died enough times to know he must be dying. It was the only explanation for it. Good. When Sam came crashing into the room, following the sound of Dean’s phone buzzing on the floor, dragging his own eyes up from the floor to meet his felt like a Hurculean task. Sam was talking now…but his words weren’t registering. He blinked dumbly at him before Sam froze, seeing the bloody handprint o his shoulder.

“Are you hurt?” Sam’s concern finally cracked through Dean’s mind. The protections his mind had put upto keep him sane were beginning to lower…slowly. Dean looked confused as Sam and Jack both gestured to his arm. Dean turned his head to look and taking in the handprint, promptly kneeled over and vomited onto the floor. Sam’s eyes widened and he rushed over, gripping him under the arms to help him stand. Dean tried to help, no use in being deadweight…

“I’ve got you,” Sam murmured quietly but at those words Dean felt a tear slide down his cheek. Cas had said the same only minutes, hours, days before. He had no sense of time now. “Dean?!” Sam said with increasing alarm as he felt more than saw Dean respond to his innocent sentence of comfort. “What’s wrong? Where’s Cas? What happened with Billie?” Jack saw Sam struggling and he took Dean’s other side, trying to steer him out of the room, but Dean’s inability to cooperate had them gently setting him in the lone chair within the Devil’s Trap. He sunk in on himself like his strings had been cut, holding his head in his hands.

“Dean, is Cas…gone? Did Chuck take him too?” Jack’s voice was so childlike, knowing the monster under the bed was real. That fear drug Dean out of his himself long enough to lift his head, shaking it softly as he swallowed.

“No. The Empty…it…Billie and Cas were taken by the Empty,” Dean said with a shudder that ran down the length of his body. He looked back where the black maw of the Empty had opened. He had a terrible urge to run his hands along the space, press his cheek against the brick, dig his nails into the stone until blood oozed out underneath them…but he had Sam and Jack speaking to him again and he hadn’t heard a word.

“Dean!” Sam barked a command now, frowning in confusion. “Are we in danger? I thought the Empty…”

“Can’t come unless summoned…” Dean said dryly with a bitter smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Then how…” Sam began but Jack’s mouth opened in a soft O and his eyes locked with Deans soundlessly. Dean stared back, recognizing the knowledge on Jack’s face.

“You knew,” Dean growled out, finding comfort in the anger he felt scratching at the shields his mind had erected. Anger he could understand. Anger he could let himself feel. Anger made warmth run to the cold tips of his fingers of toes. He wanted to scream, to shout, to take Jack by the shoulders and shake him…but while the anger scratched at him, another emotion fought to soothe it. Feather soft at first, Cas’ words, painful to recall but important to remember, gently attempted to stifle the growing anger. He was more than his anger. He was…love. Love. He could be the person Cas saw in him.

“I knew about the Deal,” Jack said softly as Sam turned to him in confusion. Jack spoke to them both now, cautious as he saw the flames of anger warring in Dean’s eyes. “When I went to Heaven and you did your spell. The Empty attacked Heaven to retriever me, making the claim that as I was half Angel, I belonged there. Cas…he bargained for my life. His for mine, but the Empty wanted to make him suffer, I think. He offered to go with it right then, but they put terms on it…Cas saved me, and he saved Heaven. Naomi even told him where Michael was because of what he did…”

“So Cas and Billie are both really…” Sam began softly, his voice one of someone trying to diffuse a bomb.

“Gone,” Dean growled out as he again buried his head in his hands, no longer able to raise his anger and lash out. He curled in on himself instead, trying to cling to the warmth it had brought him because he felt so cold.

“We think…” Sam said softly, not sure how to present the information to his breaking brother. “We think everyone is gone. Except us. Chuck took everyone. What do we do now?”

Dean looked up at him with eyes that saw past him, not at him. Sam swallowed hard as Dean said the words he never thought he’d hear. “We lose, Sam. We fucking lose.”

Dean sat numbly on his bed, fully dressed, boots and all, his hand clutching the dried handprint on his arm like a talisman against the pain. He didn’t remember how he got here but he assumed Sam and Jack were involved. Suddenly he blinked and he saw Jack, seeming so small, sitting cross legged near Dean’s door. How long had he been there?

“Hey kid…” Dean growled out, his voice raspy as if he hadn’t spoken in some time.

“I’m sorry,” Jack said softly as he went to stand. “I promised him I’d watch over you if he ever…”

Dean’s eyes locked with Jack’s now and he searched his eyes for pity or blame. He found none.

“What did he say to you?” Dean said shakily, feeling his body dethawing from the head down, but it was painful, letting himself feel again.

“He didn’t have to say it, Dean. I saw who he was before I was ever born. I chose him as my father because of his capacity for good. For his compassion and his loyalty. He loved you very much.”

Dean scrubbed his eyes and threw his legs off the bed, his hands gripping the comforter tightly, trying to keep his grip on something, anything. Realty was tilted and he couldn’t seem to find solid ground. “Where’s Sam?” Dean growled out as he tried to swallow back the despair at Jack’s words.

“He’s researching. Trying to find a way to beat Chuck. To get everyone back,” Jack said softly, even though he had no conviction in his tone.

“It’s hopeless,” Dean added after a moment and Jack nodded softly in agreaance. “Let’s get to work then.” Jack’s head shot up in confusion and Dean forced a stubborn smile to form on lips he still couldn’t feel. “Let’s make that fucker pay for all of it.”

Cas had stared at Dean’s face one last time before the Empty came, wanting that clear picture in his mind to last him the rest of…well, forever. What he hadn’t expected was…any of this. When he’d made it to the Empty, they had kept the form of Meg and they looked remarkably shaken.

“Make it stop!” They’d shrieked at him as soon as his feet felt they were on solid ground. “He made it loud!”

Cas took a step back from them automatically, but they pursued him. He looked around for Billie, but she was nowhere to be found. “She sent him here to hurt me and now there’s so much noise. What did Jack do!?” They screamed now and Cas threw his hands over his ears. The sound was deafening, and his face pinched up painfully as the reverberations made it through.

“I don’t know!” Cas yelled back over their scream.

“Liar! They’re all awake, just like you. All of them!” They yelled again and only then did Cas slowly lower his hands and turn, tilting his head as he squinted his eyes in the darkness. He could slowly make out forms in the nothingness. So many forms. Angelic. Demonic. Some familiar.

“Castiel…Tell us what has happened. What is this place?” came a familiar voice that made Cas flinch reflexively.

“Raphael, big brother. Let’s give the kid a minute to process. I doubt he got the invite to the family reunion either. What’s up little bro?” Gabriel said with a raised eyebrow as he, along with hundreds upon thousands of other figures, began to surround him.

Raphael, Gabriel, Balthazar, Anna, Ishim, Bartholomew, Benjamin, Duma, Hannah…They were all here and all awake…

“We demand answers,” roared the voices of the demons on the other side of the circle. Cas and the Empty stood in the center.

Cas swallowed hard at the sea of faces surrounding him. “This place is where all Angels and Demons go when they die. You are awake because…” Castiel hesitated but he had truly nothing left to lose. “It’s Ch…God. He betrayed us. Everything. All of it was for his own entertainment. There was no mission. No greater good. Every death was to further his plot line and his amusement. He no longer cares about the humans, about Earth, about any of us…If he ever did.”

“How can you say that?” came a strangled cry from a faceless Angel.

“He’s not lying,” came a growl from the Empty, offering begrudging agreaance. “God is not on anyone’s side but his own. Not anymore. I may not be able to go to Earth…but I can tell you he’s wiped the slate clean except for the Winchesters. It’s just a cat and mouse game now.”

A spark of hope flared up inside him and Cas turned abruptly to the Empty, far closer in proximity that he would like. “I can help you make it quiet here again. I will find a way to help you sleep, but you have to let me help them.”

The Empty stepped back and barked a disbelieving laugh. “Are you kidding me?! I just got you here. A deal’s a deal.”

Castiel shook his head as he spoke. “I didn’t ask you to send me back…Send them. Let them help them defeat God and I will stay.”

“Just you for all of them? You really that’s a fair deal?” the Empty said as they rolled their eyes.

“They didn’t wake you up. I did,” Cas tried to hide the trembling in his hands. If he could do this, he could save Dean. Really save him. He could help him destroy the hamster wheel and give him what he believed he truly needed most. His freedom. The Empty studied him a moment, wincing at the murmuring voices around them. The noise seemed to truly cause them pain.

“Deal,” they said with gritted teeth as they crossed their arms over their chest.

The triumph Cas felt in his chest was only slightly overshadowed by knowing he had truly sealed his own fate once again. One last act of sacrifice for the ones he loved.

#spn spoilers #spn coda #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural spoilers #supernatural season 15 #son season 15 #Destiel #supernatural coda

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PSA ABOUT EMDGAM3!Steve

Its no secret that I absolutely DESPISE Endgame!Steve, not only because I ship Stucky, but because of how stupid of a decision he made in his "arc" if you wanna even call it that.

Here's what I have to say before I rant:

Let me justify pure facts, (no printer) real quickly.

Ok so, going off of the time travel nonsense that the RUSSOES tried to convince me made sense.

Let's start with the little knowledge we have. Steve goes back in time, dances with Peggy(at the minimum) and lives until present day. This raises a question. When is it did Steve go to? We know it was after the serum, because he is big. However, this is confusing, because after he gets the serum, he goes into action immediately? Like after he steps out, gets real buff, Erskine gets shot and he chases the goon down, launching head first into Captain America. However, we see him dancing peacefully with Peggy, as if him being CA didn't happen in about a year, maybe even less? When did he have time to sit and dance? There must've been some action that he didn't take. Another question is now raised. What did he NOT do?

If he didn't chase the goon after Erskine died, which I do not think Steve "I dont like bullies, I don't care where they're from" Rogers would do, then Hydra would've blossomed and the timeline he was in, because by dancing with Peggy and not doing some action, he creates another alternate timeline where Hydra isn't taken down, I assume. This would cause a basket of problems and the future he arrives at wouldn't even be reached. Therefore, the ending makes no FUCKING SENSE-

So then let's consider that somehow, he didn't go after Bucky, which makes me gag just thinking about, when the 107th is captured. This means that, once more, Steve wouldn't have become the official crime fighting Cap that we knew and loved, and actually wouldn't have even had the shield. He would've stayed a poster boy until the end of the war and went home to his "first love", while Bucky is tortured and maybe even killed! The 107th would've never even been saved, the Howlies would've probably died, along with majority of the 107th.

And finally, maybe he didn't crash the plane? Maybe he followed through with what Peggy said and landed in New York, blowing up the whole damn city and himself with it. He definitely wouldn't have survived that. Steve may be a straight up dumbass, but he's not stupid. That's why he crashed the plane.

Onto my next point: how I feel for Peggy

Peggy, can I just say, I'm fucking sorry ma'am. I bitched on you for being a MandatoryStraightLoveInterestTM for Steven, and that wasn't fair on you. Have I seen your show? No, and I never will, because I love you, but not that much. You're a queen and I respect you as a person, but you are a terrible love interest. You and Steve? Cute, yes. Compatible for long term? Hell no. Your personalities clash and y'all will last maybe two years? Months?

Y'all might respond to my apology with this sentiment: "Oh but Steve wanted to dance with her! That means a match made in heaven!" Bitch, please. Do you KNOW how many people went dancing back then? Bucky went dancing with people ALL the TIME, doesn't mean they were in love. There was attraction, but not love. Not at all. Attraction is temporary. Love is forever. Til the end of the line, you might say.

Can we talk about Peggy again? She had a whole husband and kids? She said in Winter Soldier, "I've lived my life"! Did Marvel forget that? Y'all wrote that shit? How???? And Mr. WantSomeCoochieTM had to fücking kick that into the trash and stomp on it like it didn't matter want she wanted? Like she was a pawn that he could move were ever he wanted? That's mad disrespectful and extremely selfish, past what I thought Steve was. He completely disregarded her life AND the timeline, for what? Some temporary pussy? Newsflash dumbass, you can get that in the 21st century too (if pussy is what you want)!!

Um, this is rrly important. SHARON?? I assume that every other action stayed the same, so that's his FUCKING NIECE-IN-LAW? that's almost as bad as Thorki, just less bad. It's still vv gross tho.

Back on the didn't do stuff bandwagon:

So assuming he landed the plane and didn't kill everyone, or something to where he wasn't frozen(for long at least), this means that all of the bad stuff that happens while he is supposed to be Cap, he just ignores?? Like, if the Steve Rogers I knew and loved was alive during all the stuff from 1940-whatever to now, he would do EVERYTHING IN HIS POWER to make sure that he helped out, cuz that's his whole vibe. But he's old? How would he help? And I'm not saying he couldn't, but he wouldn't be able to help like he could've if he was Cap. And the Pre-Endgame Steve would HATE THAT.

Anyways, that's it, loves. This is my PSA. Share this shit everywhere, so that maybe the my anger will drive a psychic needle into the Russoes heads and make them start using them.

(he deserves better)😔👏

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Wedding in Whitestone: Familial

Crfemslash week day 5 prompt: Family. Don’t have much to say here, more notes at the end. If you like, leave a review, a reblog or a comment please, really makes me feel better as a writer to get feedback of any kind

“You look beautiful,” a voice came from behind her.

Kaylie half smiled without turning around, “you shouldn’t sneak up on someone as nervous as me like that,” she said as she did her best to fix her hair in the mirror. Her short hair was easy to manage, but hard to do things with and she wanted to try something special, if only for today.

“I know,” Scanlan said unworried, “but it's a father's right to see his little girl on her big dad and tell her how proud of her he is.”

Four years ago Kaylie would have laughed at the idea of wanting Scanlan, her father, to be proud of her. Four years ago he was just some silver tongued asshole who had knocked her mother up and abandoned them. Four years ago the only thing she wanted to do was humiliate and kill him, but they were both better people now. He had helped save the world, had showed her how good of a man and a father he could be, and they both learned that love and forgiveness went a lot farther than the songs and stories made it out to be. It had put her on a better path, it had led her to the woman who she loved and loved her, even if Scanlan didn't know it, for that alone she'd forgive him for pretty much anything. “Thanks dad,” Kaylie said turning around and giving her father a hug, growing up she had never known what it was like to have a father's love, turns out it's pretty alright. “I mean it, hearing you say that means more than you know.” Before they could break the embrace she heard sniffing sound, “are you crying old man,” she teased because her eyes definitely were not watering up.

“Yes,” Scanlan said easily, he had learned long ago that lying to the people you cared about led to nothing good and neither did keeping things from them. “I'm just so happy for you, I know we didn't meet under the best of circumstances Kaylie,” both of them tried very hard to forget what led to him finding out who she was, “but the fact that I've had you in my life has made me a better man. I'm not sure if I'm a good man yet, but I'll never stop trying to be the father you deserve, I promise.” Since the battle with Raishan he had never broken a promise to her, and he wasn't going to start now.

“You’re getting their old man,” Kaylie said her voice dripping with affection. “I still can’t believe I’m here though. A few years ago, I was the bastard daughter of a quilter in Kymal who made her living playing flute in a band of rogues and thieves. My only goal in life was to track you down and kill you. Now I’m here, getting married to a high lady and real noblewoman, I can’t say I understand what she sees in me-,” Kaylie stated to say, but Scanlan cut her off.

“She sees someone special and amazing, Kaylie, she sees someone she loves and wants to spend the rest of her life with,” Scanlan assured his daughter. “I know it’s hard to believe how loved you are, I’ve had that problem to, sometimes it’s easier to just run than stay and figure that out,” he said ashamed. “But trust me it’s always worth it to stay, if you’re going to take anything away from me and our time together take that piece of knowledge. I didn’t learn it until a few years ago, maybe my life would have been better if I learned it earlier. Maybe I would have been a man worthy of being your father earlier. But, not more of that nonsense,” Scanlan said offering his little girl hsi arm, “shall we?”

Smiling, Kaylie took his arm, “come on old man, let's go meet my woman.” With that the two gnomes walked arm and arm down the halls of Whitestone Castle until they reached the great hall. Kynan and his riflemen lined the hall like honor guards and opened the door with a smile. They waited five beats until the music started and started their walk down the aisle. Dr. Dranzel’s violin softly sung through the air as it was played deftly by the half-orcs massive hands. The good doctor was doing his best to hold back tears of pride as he watched his two proteges walk to the altar. Esilmere and Kent playing the wedding march along with their boss keeping him in line. Zedd sat with Samson in the front row of her guests, just so Kaylie could keep an eye on them.

When she approached the troupe a few months ago to ask them to play at her wedding she made them promise none of their normal trickery shit. No panhandling or pickpocketing, no swiping the silverware and plates, just a simple easy gig and they’d be paid more gold then they’d ever get pickpocketing and she wouldn’t remind her soon to be sister in law of what happened in Greyskull. She could do things like this as the court bard of Whitestone.

JB Trickfoot and Grog stood on her side as her bridesmaids while Keyleth and Vex stood opposite of them, they were all smiling at her, Grog was crying, and Kaylie did her best to smile back. Pike stood at the altar ready to marry her and her bride to be, looking proud and angelic as always. It was the longest walk of Kaylie’s life, she didn’t want to bolt but her feet sure did, every instinct screamed to run, despite what she wanted, but she managed to get to the end of the aisle somehow. “I’m very proud of you,” Scanlan said kissing his daughter on the cheek before taking his place.

And then Kaylie felt alone up there, even though she had the most powerful people in all of Exandria in her corner. But fear wasn’t logical, even surrounded by friends and family, she was terrified and her heart felt like it was exploding. It seemed like an eternity until Dr. Dranzel started up the wedding march again, and then she saw her, Cassandra De Rolo the Lady of Whitestone and the love of Kaylie’s life walking side by side with her brother. Suddenly, all the nerves were gone and the only thing that mattered was Cassandra. She looked beautiful, a traditional long white gown that hugged her frame in a respectable manner, her long white and brown hair tied back in braids. Everything just seemed okay for the young Shorthalt now that she was here.

It felt like it took forever for them to reach the altar, but at the same time it felt like they were there in an instant. Percival kissed his sister’s cheek and muttered a, “you look beautiful Cass,” before giving a nod to Kaylie and taking his place. He didn’t need to give Kaylie a warning, he given her one already when the engagement was first announced, nothing rude or overtly threatening just a warning from a man who had lost everything and was slowly getting back what he had lost and do anything to make sure no one took it away from him again.

Cassandra ascended the dias where Kaylie and brought their hands together, “You look beautiful Kaylie,” Cassandra said sweetly, she felt no need to pretend to be a stuffy aristocrat, not now, not with her love on their day. Kaylie didn’t even hear much of what Pike was saying, Cassandra de Rolo was the only thing that mattered until Pike said, “the brides have written their own vows, and wish to share them with us. Cassandra if you will,” she nodded to the de Rolo so she could start.

“Kay,” Cassandra started, “I’ve been used my whole life, the Briars kept me as a pet, a trophy, and a tool, Vecna used me as a pawn to hurt the people who love me,” she paused, taking her eyes off of Kaylie for just a moment to look at her brother and her sisters before turning back to gaze into Kaylie’s beautiful brown eyes. “Even after I became the Lady of Whitestone far too many noblemen and far too few noblewomen sought my hand to gain a foothold in Whitestone because of my position,” she said giving Kaylie’s hands a soft squeeze. “After that day where Vecna fell and we died and came back, the world was celebrating or mourning and I felt so alone. You made a stupid joke that you didn’t mean and I took it too seriously. I’ve always had nightmares, ever since Whitestone fell, and after we comforted each other that night and fell asleep in each other’s arms I knew they would come stronger than ever. Yet when they came your voice pierced through them and chased them away. For the first time in six years since I lost my family, I slept soundly despite what we had gone through.”

“I don’t know what happened, but I knew then and there that I wanted to be near you, I wanted to hear you sing, I wanted to know everything about this strange beautiful woman that I had died with, came back beside, and brought my damaged heart to life in ways I never thought possible. I almost ruined us, my pride and my fear almost damned up, but I didn’t realize who I was falling in love with. You serenaded me every night standing beneath my balcony despite me giving you a room in the palace, when I tried to chase you away by telling you the things I’ve done, and you kissed away my tears and scars. I’ve never met someone who was so gentle and understanding Kaylie, despite how much you’re down on yourself you lifted me up. You’re the most amazing and caring woman I’ve ever met Kaylie, I don’t know why you seem so down on yourself my love, but I promise I’m going to spend every day of our lives making you realize how wonderful you are,” she said kissing Kaylie’s knuckles while her gnomish bride was struggling not to cry.

“Dammit Cas,” Kaylie said wiping her eyes on her shoulder of her dress, “I should have gone first, now I’m not going to be able to get through this without crying.”

“It’s okay darling,” Cassandra said with patented De Rolo mixture of sincerity and teasing, “you’re beautiful when you cry.”

“No, I’m not going to let you win here,” Kaylie said, recovering herself. “Cas, I love you,” she said starting to get that bardic tongue of hers to work, “I don’t really know what a girl like you sees in a girl like me, but I’m glad that for once in your life you were stupid and gave me a chance. That night in Vasselheim so long ago, we were brought back to life and I made a stupid joke when we learned that fucking lich was locked away forever. It’s kind of what my family does when we’re about to break, we make sexual jokes that aren’t funny. But somehow that night you came to my room and struck me dumb. I mean who wouldn’t, the most beautiful classy woman you’ve ever seen knocks on you door holding a bottle of wine that cost more than I’d ever make in my life, how could I say no when I desperately needed someone to just make me feel alive. So after a night, after admittedly really great sex,” there were some groans from her dad and Percy and some in the crowd, but there were a lot of laughs. Cass smiled and that was all that mattered, “I kind of expected you to be gone. I was used to being left, I was used to being treated like I was nothing, I was a flutist in a band of misfits and you were a noble lady who lived in a castle, what more could you want for me than a night, or a few admittedly fantastic hours. But you stayed, you stayed in my arms and I never felt so scared that I’d wake up somewhere awful because it was too good to be true. Hell up to maybe five minutes ago, part of me felt everything was just some ridiculous, overly complicated prank because I’m so messed up. But then I saw, in that dress walking down the aisle and all those thoughts went away because even if I had powerful enough enemies willing to fuck me over this badly, I know you wouldn’t do that to me. Cass, I’m a gnome, I’ve always been short and I always will be, but the way you look at me makes me feel like I’m the tallest person in the room. I don’t know where we’re going to go from here, but I know that I want to be your wife wherever we go.”

Now Cassandra’s eyes were watering waiting to kiss her bride to be, Pike, cleared her throat gently to remind them they were at a wedding ceremony. “By the blessing of Sarenrae,” Pike said and her wings of white light burst from her back. “By the Light of Pelor,” Pike nodded to Vex who glowed with a bright white light slightly, “by the wit of Iounn,” she nodded to Scanlan whose eyes glowed purple and a third eye appeared on his forehead. “By their words of dedication and love to each other there can be no further proof of their love., by the exchanging of the rings, ” Pike said nodded to each of them. Cassandra first,“Repeat after me, ‘with this ring, I take you as my wife for the rest of our days.’”

“With this ring I take you as my wife,” Cassandra said placing a band of gold on Kaylie’s finger and giving her gnomish bride a loving smile.

“And now you Kaylie,” Pike turned to her fellow gnome, “repeat after me, ‘with this ring I take you as my wife for the rest of our days.’”

“With this ring, I take you as my wife for the rest of our days,” Kaylie managed to say without looking away from her wife’s eyes.

“By the power vested in me by Whitestone and the Church of Sarenrae, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may now kiss the bride,” Pike said in a loud proud voice, and Kaylie took the opportunity to dip her wife into the kiss of her life while their friends and family applauded.

When they finally broke the kiss, Kaylie and Cassandra just smiled and stared at each other mid dip. “Hey,” Kaylie said softly smiling at her wife.

“Hey, yourself,” Cassandra said giggling. Eventually she was pulled up and they faced their friends and family, leaving down the aisle hand in hand, ready to face what the world sent their way together.

I don’t really know why I love these two together as much as I do, I just really like the idea of them finding each other after Vox Machina killed them by accident. I also like how they were both missing family members of the main characters that had a hard past and I could see them getting together. Also I forgot about Keeper Yennen and Archi until the story was mostly written, they might have either performed the ceremony or gave Cassandra away, but I think Percy and Pike were kind of the right choice. I hope you enjoyed reading this.

#critical role #cr #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #vox machina #kayssandra #kaylie shorthalt #cassandra de rolo #kaylie x cassandra #cassandra x Kaylie #crfemslashweek #critrolefemslashweek #critrole #fanfiction #fanfic

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☆ VIVIAN BANCROFT

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NAME. Vivian Lucille Bancroft PRONOUNS. She/her AGE & BIRTHDATE. 28 | July 1, 1991 HOMETOWN. Calderwood, CA NEIGHBORHOOD. Carlysle City Center OCCUPATION. YouTuber and Owner of Extrav-Event FACECLAIM. Shay Mitchell

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[ cw: cancer, death, postpartum depression ]

The Bancrofts have been in Calderwood just as long, if not longer, than some of the so-called founding families. The name was once considered synonymous with sycophant but now more closely aligns itself with the influential. Once upon a time, they would lick the boots of those above them - the Carlyles, the Whitmans, and the like. They were new money, at this point in time, and they were only fit to be the right hand men of the rich and famous. But, being the person privy to all the details of those wealthy and powerful proved to be vital in skyrocketing their own power. They became the puppet masters of the town, pulling strings that cause change, or stagnancy, in Calderwood.

The most recent generation of Bancrofts are no different. Charles Bancroft has been the chief of staff to the mayor for as long as anyone can remember. He stood behind Stanely Buck for much of his career, but as he felt the wind shift in Carin Delarosa’s favor, he quickly changed his stance. He backed the new mayor, becoming a stand in campaign manager when hers fell through - and if Charles had anything to do with his downfall, no one is saying anything about it. Though he only works on the local scale - officially, anyway - most around town take his word as the word of God. He was a taste maker and jet setter in his own right, similar to his second wife, Louisa Bancroft, nee Santos.

Unlike Charles, Louisa focused on swaying the hearts of others, rather than the minds. She inspired some level of fear, similar to her husband, but she had a softer touch. People adored her, which was just the way she liked it. Her husband pulled the puppet’s strings and she yanked on their heartstrings. She was the unofficial event planner of the town - if anything more than a child’s birthday party was happening in Calderwood, Louisa had her hands on it.

Charles has two children from his previous marriage but he and Louisa had Vivian shortly after getting married; she was the final child for both Charles and Louisa, which proved to be a good thing as she was a notoriously difficult child. She was constantly throwing temper tantrums as a baby and perfected the art of making her nannies cry well before her fifth birthday. At her core, she was an attention seeker, and with parents like hers, attention was difficult to come by. Her father was busy man, with no real desire to form a bond with any of his children. Louisa, on the other hand, wanted desperately to form a connection with her only child, especially after the postpartum depression that had caused a rift between her and Vivian. This, however, proved to be rather difficult for Louisa and she had Vivian didn’t develop a decent relationship well after her infancy.

It wasn’t until she was six years old that Vivian grew closer to her mother; the damage was already done though. While they loved each other there was a rift that seemed impossible to mend. Louisa was smothering at the best of times and Vivian was desperate to earn her mother’s love and approval. This resulted in Vivian following after her mother as she planned and orchestrated events. Vivian fell in love with parties - the lights, the music, the feeling of euphoria when everyone fawned over what a perfect night it was, the luxury she was exposed to and that her family provided. She knew that she wanted to be just like her mother when she grew up. After a while, she had become her mother’s shadow during events and the planning that led up to them. She bonded with everyone involved in the process and by the time she was thirteen, she was booking the caters for her mother’s parties herself.

The school yard was her playground - she easily bent people to her will, collecting friends as she went. She clawed her way to the top of the social food chain, earning her title of Queen Bee. School work was a bit harder. She didn’t take to most of the work very well and she wasn’t accustomed to having to work for anything. So, she didn’t work for it; for a little while at least. She could only deal with people talking down to her and her father’s disappointed glare at the dinner table on the rare occasion he would join them.

She forced herself to pay attention, to take notes and ask questions after class. She still had her pride - she refused to look stupid in front of her peers. She taught herself what her teachers couldn’t explain to her, with some help from one of the few friends she saw as her equal. Many of her friends, or the girls who claimed her friendship, didn’t really care for her - not that she blamed them, she didn’t really care for them either - but Emmeline was different. Vivian couldn’t put her finger as why that was and every time she thought about it, she would a fluttering in her stomach that she didn’t really want to address. Unrecognizable feelings aside, Emmeline helped her get her grades up immensely. Of course, she cared much for the aesthetics of creating notes and a planner than she did actually acquiring knowledge.

By the time high school rolled around, Vivian had cemented herself as the local queen bee. She had also just started her own YouTube channel, Color Coded Hot Mess, jumping on the chance of even more attention. With the prompting of her friends and her mother, she uploaded videos about her mother’s events, modeling her clothes, showing off the meticulous spread of her notebooks and planners - say what you will about Vivian but she has impeccable highlighting skills, both makeup wise and pen wise. She quickly gained followers and became addicted to the small scale fame she had received. As more social media was developed, and she grew up, she expanded the brand she had crafted for herself.

When she graduated high school, there was no question of if she would go to college. Her father had been talking her up to the admissions at Stanford since she was born, which she never really cared for. However, if she intended to keep living in luxury on his dime, she was going to attend nearly all her family’s alma mater and she was going to have to pretend to like it. College wasn’t horrible; she was a Bancroft, which meant something around the school, allowing her to climb up the social food chain without much difficulty. She studied English and Business, the former thanks to Emmeline showing her the joys of Virginia Woolf and Jane Austen, and the later thanks to her father’s pressing.

She graduated from Stanford with relative ease, in part thanks to her desire to appear perfect for her growing number of followers and in part thanks to her father’s checks to her professors. She had planned to take a year off, “studying art” in Paris ( read: getting drunk and dick ) but all that was called off when she was told, only a few days after her graduation, that her mother had been diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Vivian canceled her trip and immediately returned home to Calderwood.

With her mother out of commission and Vivian desperate for any kind of outlet to distract herself from her mother’s depleting health, she started to take over as Calderwood’s unofficial event planner. A few months after she returned officially to the town, she moved out of her family’s estate in Winslow Hills and bought her own place in Carlyle City Center. It was there that she finally put down the roots of creating her own event planning business, Extrav-Event, with her mother’s blessing, of course. She threw a massive New Year Eve party in conjunction with the mayor’s office. Her mother was the guest of honor, her health taking a turn for the better. For a while, it seemed like everything was perfect.

However, nothing lasts forever. Her mother’s cancer returned with a vengeance, taking her life only a few months later. It was the first time in her life that she ever saw her father cry. Charles Bancroft, ever the stoic and impersonal man, had a bit of a mental breakdown after he lost another wife to cancer. It took a few weeks for him to leave the house but when he did, he emerged even more closed off than he was before. Louisa tempered his crueler nature, but with her gone, there was nothing holding him back. He lashed out at his children and pushed himself into his own work even more than usual.

Vivian attempted to steel herself after her mother’s death but still has difficulty doing so. Her mother was strong in her own right and while Vivian tried to mimic her as a child, she was much softer than anyone else in her family. With her mother gone, she’s almost become her mirror image - the operative word being almost. She was meretriciously put together like her mother was, appearing to be just as cold and strong as Louisa was in life. Vivian was strong, in her own way. But there was still a part of her that her father would call childish, a part that yearned for attention and fame and affection and love from a family that hardly ever expressed emotion. She’s thrown herself into her business, attempting to lose her own grief in the lights and music that she fell in love with in the first place. She’s taken more care than ever to cultivate an image of perfection on her social media, hoping that the validation she gains from there will fill the hole that was left behind with her mother died.

WRITTEN BY INGRID. SHE/HER OR THEY/THEM. EST.

#vivian bancroft*#carlysle city center*#taken*

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Part Two: Let’s Get a Few Things Straight. (We Need to Talk About Kevin S08E01)

Episode Summary: Two years have passed since the unexpected death of the reader. Sam and Dean Winchester have continued without their hunting partner, believing that she is gone forever. However an accidental run in on a college campus makes the boys wonder if someone they had lost has come back from the dead, the reader. Dean quickly realizes it’s her. But there’s one problem, she has no idea who she really is. Will the boys be able to get her memories back and figure out what happened? Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Temp. OFC x Reader) Word Count: 6,059.

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Back in the day when you were still alive, Dean had this routine he used to do. This was when you were living at home with your days filled with endless research and the idea of hunting and saving the world as a passing thought of “What If?” before it disappeared for another day. Sam was at school and Dean was hunting with his dad, sometimes taking the odd job by himself if a case consumed John to the point where he wanted to work alone. Dean would always check up on you every few months to see how you were doing and if things were all right, but it wasn’t always announced.

He had this little habit of just following you around town, watching as you go on your daily routine and completing a list of errands. Get some groceries, stop at the post office, pick up a few new books of lore you found at the bookstore you didn’t have to learn about a new creature you thought you were never going to hunt. Every so often Dean would take you by surprise, pretending to come up for a visit when you were home from your running around town.

The smile on your face when you saw him always made him laugh, it was almost like a private joke with himself. More like the satisfaction of seeing how happy you got when you saw him. You had grown to enjoy living on your own. You kept yourself busy enough to pass the time, with mundane tasks one has to do as an adult, along with other things like reading about all sorts of different topics and watching a copious amount of TV to pass the time. And the research asked from the Winchesters was enough to fill your time in between when you were out of tasks for yourself. You might say you enjoyed living on your own, but it got lonely sometimes.

You admitted one night over dinner, tipsy from the wine you had been drinking as Dean nursed a beer, that you liked it when he was here. The house felt a little bit less scary. You still suffered from nightmares about the day you saw your mother’s dead corpse possessed by Azazel for the longest time. At times you wished that things were different and the brothers would be able to put their differences asides to be a family once in a while. You respected Sam’s urge to go to college and John’s unhealthy obsession with abandoning everyone to hunt down a monster.

You adapted to the Winchester’s ways of showing love and affection—Distance and communication every once in a while to make sure one another wasn’t dead.

You tried for so long to bite your tongue, that was, until you started hunting with the brothers and saw John and what kind of “bullcrap” he’d been putting you and the boys through. (Your words spoken in a fit of rage.) That's when the real Y/N started to come through. You were more tough, you spoke what was on your mind and you stood your ground on what you did and didn’t like. You were stubborn at times, but you meant well. You wanted nothing more than to hunt and do things that benefited the world from outside of your house. The more you spent on the road with the boys, the closer all of you became. You were the glue that kept the boys together. Dean desperately wanted you back more than ever to help fix things back together.

Despite the reunion with his brother that went more in a bitter direction than Dean pictured, the boys put asides their personal differences to work on the strange situation in front of them. Sam worked on finding any sort of paper trail made this Y/F/N Thompson a real person and any kind useful information they should know. Dean bruised himself most of the afternoon following this Y/F/N around from college to sitting in the college parking lot until about four when she emerged with an armful of papers tucked in one hand and the handle of a messenger bag draped over her shoulder. She seemed innocent enough as she waved at her fellow coworkers and smiled at what Dean presumed might have been a few of her students.

Y/F/N patted around her pockets for her cell phone she accidentally dropped after bumping into Dean, not realizing it was sitting in the man’s palm. He watched as she struggled for a minute or so until she gave up and got into her car, driving off to the first location. First stop was to pick up a dress in town and a few groceries, along with some other places. Seeing all of this made Dean feel for a moment like he was back into his old routine with you. But it was when Y/F/N went home when reality came crashing in like a freight train, making him realize the woman he had been following around for the past hour and a half wasn’t you. She was a complete stranger.

Dean pulled into a rather modern suburban looking neighborhood, where every house looked the same and all the lawns were prestigious and green. It was the complete opposite of where you used to live. Ella, your mother, bought a house that was big and a little bit rundown, with a homeowner who wanted it off their hands. He remembered the times he used to be over when he was much younger, his father helping fix up things even if Ella protested such help. She wanted the place perfect for you. You thought it was home, the boys thought of it as their own as well when they were younger. It had been Sam’s first taste of normalcy. Ever since you had died they hadn’t even stepped foot back into that house, afraid of the memories it would bring back.

Dean called up Josh Carver on a whim to see if he could help figure out the situation that was going on. Josh thought along with everyone else that you were dead. However when Dean told him he saw someone exactly like you walking around and didn’t recognize him or Sam, Josh didn’t sound all that surprised. He gave the older Winchester a bit of information that helped shine some light on what might be really going on here. The night you were turned human you and Josh went to a local bar to let off some steam from the falling out you had with Cas. You admitted over a few drinks that you “wanted to be someone else for a change.”

“What I would do just to start over. Just for a little while. No knowledge of angels or demons...I want parents, I want to know what it feels like to be married. Hell, I want a mortgage.”

Dean had spent two grueling long years trying to come to terms with the fact that you were dead for good, but he could never lose hope, always trying to find some sort of way to bring you back. And then there was the constant guilt for thinking that all of this was his fault, if he had done something different maybe things would have changed the outcome. But he had a feeling it wouldn’t. There was only so much he could do. Dean hoped that this woman he had been watching all afternoon was the real Y/N. He wondered what he would have to do in order to get you to remember him.

What if that wasn’t a possibility? What if Cas had wiped your memory completely like he did to Lisa and Ben? Talk about opening up an old wound from the thought. Dean chose to make the Braden family forget about himself and the supernatural for their own protection. Now he wondered out of fear the angel, who wasn’t in his right mind at the time, had taken the liberty to do the same with you as well? Maybe the body that the boys and Bobby watched burned was the one your demon side had been using. And the real you was still out there, thinking she was someone else. And there was no way to change what Cas did.

It was sort of frustrating not having his two best friends here to help him with the situation. Dean felt another wave of guilt when he remembered Cas was still in Purgatory, and here he was getting angry about the fact that he wanted to see the angel and ask him a question about what he did two years to you. It was the Winchesters’ problem and they were going to have to deal with it, along with Kevin, who remained in the back of Dean’s mind. What the older Winchester was focused on right now was Y/F/N and figuring out who she was.

Dean focused his attention back to the woman and watched as she pulled into a fancy looking house and stepped out of the car. She was about ready to unload the thing she picked up and head inside, only he noticed someone come up from behind her, taking Y/F/N by surprise when the stranger wrapped his arms around her waist. Dean leaned forward in his seat slightly in caution, only it turned out to be some sort of “cute” thing couples do when he saw her quickly turn around to see a man that made her break out into a grin. You used to smile at Dean like that. And now you were doing it to someone else. Dean swallowed slightly, trying his hardest to stop himself from doing something he would ultimately regret.

The older Winchester watched as you wrapped your arms around a man he’d seen before in your social media pictures and others you had saved on your phone. Facebook said that you were married to this douche looking guy, Dean remembered his name was James. It hurt as he watched you lean forward and give a kiss to the man that wasn’t him. He wondered if this was how you felt around Lisa when you came back from the dead. This constant urge screaming in your head to jump up to your feet and tell Dean that Lisa was all wrong for him, it was you that knew him better than he knew himself. You were the only one for him. But you couldn’t. So you had to fight back your feelings. He didn’t know how you did it for that year.

Dean’s attention to the couple he was stalking was turned away for a moment when he heard his own phone going off. He answered the phone when he saw it was his brother, but his attention never left Y/F/N or that guy, his lips turning into a frown when he saw his grubby hands touching her body. She smiled when he said something and headed into the house with the belongings and disappeared from Dean's sight.

“So I did some digging and found some interesting stuff. Turns out there is in fact a real Y/F/N Thompson. Found her birth certificate, social security and driver’s license.” Sam said. “She’s been married to a James Thompson for the past six years. Only child of Louise and John Daily. Straight A student from middle school until high school, played soccer for most of her life and went to college at University of Michigan. She’s also a professor at the same college Channing goes to, which explains why we bumped into her there.”

Dean felt his stomach sink when he realized that you might be living a very real life and didn't have a clue about who you were anymore. "Great. You think Cas did a little too good of a job on erasing Y/N's brain and changed her completely?”

“You didn't let me finish. Here comes the weird part.” Sam said. His brother could almost picture the smile on his face from what his hacking abilities could dig up. “Y/F/N Thompson was in a car accident three months before Y/N died. She was hit on by a drunk driver. Unfortunately she wasn’t wearing her seatbelt, ending up going straight through the windshield and slipped into a coma. Doctors doubted she was ever going to wake up. But, low and behold, three months later, she wakes up with no memory of the accident or injuries. Louise, her mother, claimed ‘it was a miracle from God.’”

“Let me guess, family is a church going and God fearing family.” Dean muttered. Sam scoffed, giving his brother his answer. He looked over to the window when he saw a figure pass the window before vanishing from his sight again. “When did this Y/F/N wake up?”

“3:15 A.M.”

“Wait, isn’t that when—“

“Y/N was pronounced dead? Yeah. And here comes the

weird part. All of Y/F/N’s social media was created after she woke up from the coma. The only pictures I can find on the internet look like Y/N. But I hacked into the DMV and police database to see crime scene photos of the real Y/F/N. I’ll send you a few.”

Dean took his phone away from his ear and pulled up the photos his brother had send them to give them a quick look over. He saw a woman with a barely recognizable face lying on a hospital gurney with nurses and doctors surrounding her. But he could tell straight away this wasn’t you. It was the complete opposite of you in fact—from the skin color, hair, body shape. He felt a little bit more relieved as he continued the conversation with the younger Winchester.

"Okay, so let's say Y/N's really been alive this whole time pretending to be this Y/F/N. It's an interesting theory, but we've got no way of knowing if she remembers herself." Dean said. He felt a little bit of relief when he realized that you were really alive and well after all of this time. Life always had a funny way of working. But an obstacle was in the boys' way. "I mean, we can't just knock on her front door and ask if she remembers us."

"Yeah. But I found something that might work that could get us closer to her. I’m thinking if we do this, maybe we’ll jog her memory.” Sam said. “It’s a long shot, I know, but we don’t have a lot of options left here.”

+ + +

The next morning you were up earlier than you anticipated, and alone again. You stopped being surprised at the odd hours your husband worked from his new promotion he got a few months ago. Bad guys don’t put themselves away, and they sure don’t stop when you were trying to at least have one decent date night. You had enough things to do today from stopping back at your office to meet a student to discuss their failing grade and finish up the lecture you had planned for Tuesday’s class. And you couldn’t forget your lunch date with Melody, along with swinging by your parents house quickly to discuss your father’s surprise sixth birthday party. On top of it you still needed to find your freaking phone.

You got to work on getting ready for the day and heading to your office before ten so you had enough time to swing by your local coffee shop to get a drink to wake you up. Your student was probably going to be late as per usual. They missed three of your classes already this month and they barely handed one assignment in that didn't seem like a twelve year old wrote it. You got to your office a little after you planned and settled yourself down, not the least bit surprised to see you were alone.

You went to your desk and spent the first twenty minutes answering emails from coworkers and a few of your students. You reached for your coffee as you read through an email from a student of yours, not noticing there were two strangers lingering in the doorway. It took a soft knock on the door for you to break your concentration away from your laptop screen to see a set of two men dressed in suits, their focus on you. You gave them a small smile as you pushed yourself up to your feet, wondering if they might be lost.

“Can I help you, gentlemen?” You asked them.

“Are you Y/F/N Thompson?” The shorter one of the two men spoke up first, bringing your gaze over to him. You nodded your head to answer his question. You watched as they pulled out what appeared to be badges from the inside pocket of their suit jackets, making you realize they were from the FBI. "I'm Agent Dean Rorak. And this is my partner, Agent Sam Freedman. We’re investigating the disappearance of Edna White. Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?”

“Of course. Have a seat, agents. I was supposed to be meeting a student of mine, but I doubt he's going to be showing up." You gave the both of them a smile as you peered out the door slightly to see there was nobody there. You ushered the men to sit as you took your seat back to your desk, shutting your laptop and moved around some papers so it appeared that you had things somewhat together. “This is a little weird, I have to admit. I'm a little bit surprised the FBI is interested in something like this. My husband—he’s a detective—said she would come back eventually.”

"Well, we take the matters of missing people very important." Agent Rorak said. You gave him a smile as you looked in his direction when he spoke, relief crossing your expression. His partner seemed the remark was a bit out of line, he cleared his throat and gave the man a bit of a dirty look, which went unnoticed by the both of you.

"So, you're Edna White's next door neighbor, is that correct?" Agent Freedman spoke up, bringing your attention over to him. You nodded your head to answer the man’s question. “And you were the one who filed her missing?”

“She's only been gone for a few days, but I don't know where she would have left without telling anyone. Her husband died a few months after my husband and I moved into the neighborhood. She has no kids. She's seventy years old with a heart condition." You said, your voice dropping into a serious tone to show your concern. "I’m just worried about her.”

“Did she seem out of character leading up to her disappearance?" Agent Freedman asked. You gave him a bit of a confused look, wondering what he meant by that. "Was she acting more hostile or violent? Like she wanted to hurt someone?"

"No. Nothing like that. But...she was acting a bit paranoid the very last time I saw her. She was acting like someone was following her.” You said, trying to remember the best of your ability. "My husband and I are quite fond of her, she’s practically family. We went to check up on her to see if she was okay, but when we did…she freaked out when she saw my husband. And on top of it she wouldn’t believe how long it had been since we saw her last.”

“Wait,” Agent Rorak stopped you, finding a piece of your story a bit interesting. “What do you mean about her being afraid of your husband?”

“Edna’s getting older. She forgets things, and I can’t tell you how many times she locked herself out of her house. Sometimes she even thinks James is her dead husband. But it wasn’t like that.” You explained the situation a bit better for them to understand. You were about to continue on to the part of the story about what happened that got you nervous, but when you thought back to the memory, your lips stretched into a faint smile from how ridiculous it sounded. “You’re gonna laugh at what I’m going to say. It’s sort of...weird.”

“Trust us,” Agent Rorak reassured you with a slight smile as he leaned forward in his seat. “We know weird.”

“Well, uh...she claimed my husband was taken over by a ‘cloud of black smoke.’ She said she saw it the day she went missing—the day she thought it still was when we checked up on her. She was shaking.” You told them the story, waiting for one of them to crack up laughing like how James and his coworkers did. However the agents sat there with a serious expression, they seemed even a little bit disturbed by what you saw. “She kept saying that he needed to get away from her, that I needed to run. He was a ‘monster with horrendous black eyes.’ Weird, right?”

“Had Edna expressed these kind of claims before she disappeared?” Agent Freedman asked you. You thought about it for a second before shaking your head. “Has she complained about the smell of rotten eggs? Flickering lights?” “She didn’t complain, but her placed did reek of it when I went to go check up on her the day I filed the report. I thought maybe it was a gas leak and she...you know, didn’t make it out. But she wasn’t there. And all of her appliances were working just fine.” You answered the man’s questions honestly, however you felt a little silly, unsure of how this could help. “And as for as the lights go, it’s been happening for the past week or so. The entire neighborhood has been going weird. We think it’s an electric problem. They’re building a new development not far from where we live.” You noticed that the two agents seemed a little uneasy from the information that you gave them, leading you to believe they must have thought you were crazy as Edna. Agent Freedman gave you a smile as he pushed himself up to his feet, you and his partner followed. “All right. I believe that should be all. You’ve been a big help, Y/F/N. I believe that should be all.” Agent Rorak pulled out something from his pocket, you noticed it was a business card with his number printed on the front. He handed it over, “If you happen to see or hear anything—even remember anything, don’t hesitate to contact us.”

“Of course.” You agreed, examining the card for a moment before looking back up at him to give the man a reassuring smile. “Have a good day, agents. And thanks again for this. It really means a lot you’re taking this seriously.” The two men returned the gesture before they showed themselves out to the hallway so you could get back to work. Dean was just outside when he saw someone come straight out from the corner of his eye, heading straight for your office. He stepped back in time when he noticed the student you were supposed to have met fifteen minutes ago came sprinting into the room, apologizing left and right about being late. You let out a sigh and showed your discontent with his tardiness. Never less, you gestured a hand for him to sit down where Dean was just a moment ago, the both of you getting back to your business of why you were here this morning. “Sounds like demon possession to me.” Sam said, making sure to keep his voice no higher than a whisper as he discussed the matters with his brother. “You think Crowley found out Y/N’s alive somehow? Decided to have one of his goons jump the husband just to make sure?” “Old lady sees him get possessed, freaks out and doesn’t show her face for a while. Y/N, being the good samaritan she is, checks up on her to see if she’s all right. But when she opens her mouth, demon gets afraid Y/N might start remembering so he kills Edna to keep her quiet.” Dean tried guessing what was going on here from the story you told him and the younger Winchester. He peered inside the office to see you were deep in conversation with your student, having no clue what was going on. “I’ll tell you one thing, I’m not letting her out of my sight.”

+ + +

It was the late afternoon when you finally got home from your somewhat successful meeting with your student and lunch with your friend that turned into a shopping trip to spend money of things you really didn't need. You made your way into the house and dropped the bags by the front door, deciding you would take care of them in a little while. You headed into the kitchen to grab yourself something to drink. As you made your way into the next room, you smiled when you saw a familiar face sitting at the island, drinking what smelled to be coffee.

“Hi, honey.” You greeted the man you thought you knew so well and loved, the smile across your lips grew wider as you reminisced about the night you spent with him what was hours ago. You leaned down to give him a quick peck on the lips before you went to the countertop where you smelled the freshly brewed coffee calling your name. “How was your day?” “It was just terrific.” James said. You looked over your shoulder as you gave him another smile from his answer. The man brought the coffee cup to his lips to take another drink as he watched you turn your back to him, missing the smug smirk that began to spread across his lips. You asked him what put him in such a good mood. "It's work related. You see, my boss has been bugging everyone nonstop about this...well, let’s call her a criminal who has friends in a lot of high places who tried to hide her. Real nasty bitch. And I finally found you.” You found yourself stopping midway through pouring yourself a cup of coffee when you heard a series of words coming out of your husband’s mouth that sounded awfully unlike him. You slowly looked over your shoulder to see your husband was standing on his feet now with that smug smirk on his lips that seemed permanently frozen on his face. When you looked into his eyes, you felt the grip around the coffee pot slowly slip out, the glass crashed to the countertop, breaking into tiny pieces when you saw those...eyes. The ones Edna had warned you about.

In the house next to yours, the Winchesters made true to their promise of not straying too far from where you went, however they decided to check out Edna White's house while they were, curious to see if what Dean suspected what was going on was true. The boys wandered through the home, searching for some sort of clue that you might have missed while you searched. While the house didn't show any signs of a break in or a struggle, not even a drop of blood, it didn't mean that one took place. Demons might be bastards, but they knew how to be tricky.

Dean searched in a few closets and peered down to the basement to see if he might be able to find anything. He headed into the kitchen and poked his nose around while his brother took the living room. When the older Winchester noticed a shut door he hadn't seen before, he cautiously stepped forward to open up the door, and when he did, the very thing that he had been looking for appeared, dropping at his feet. Dean let out a quiet sigh when he saw the face of one Edna White, throat slashed from ear to ear, a fine yellow powder scattered across the pantry floor.

"Sam," Dean called out his brother's name. "I found her.”

The younger Winchester stepped back into the kitchen to see the sight that he had been silently dreading to see, an old woman who had been viciously killed, probably for a while from the awful decomposing smell coming off from her body. Seeing her dead body meant one thing, what she had tried to warn you about might have been true. Sam took his gaze away from the dead body for a moment when he heard something echo in the air, it sounded like a scream. He furrowed his brow as he looked out the kitchen window. Sam noticed right away he had a perfect view of the house next door, which was yours. “James, don’t scare me like that!” You screamed on the top of your lungs, your petrified expression changed quickly into anger when you felt your skin starting to burn from the coffee you accidentally spilled on yourself at what you saw. The liquid wasn’t scolding hot, but it was still hot enough to make your skin burn, quickly making you rush to turn on the faucet sink. “God, I think I burnt myself. You’re just an ass, sometimes. You know that?” You were about to put your burnt hand underneath the cold water, but before you could, you felt someone roughly grab a hold of the tender skin, squeezing it while they turned you around. James yanked you so you were looking at him, you noticed right away that his eyes were back to normal. "Do you know how long we all thought you were dead, Y/N?” “James, let go of me.” You ordered at your husband, unsure of what was going on with him. It was like a switch in him changed. You’ve never seen him like this before. Sometimes he pulled pranks to scare you for fun, but nothing like this. All you knew was that your hand was throbbing now in pain from how hard he was holding you. You tried to get yourself free, but he only squeezed the flesh harder. “You’re hurting me.” "This hurts?" James asked you in a mockingly sympathetic tone. He roughly squeezed the burned flesh, making you let out a noise that made his smile grow wider. “Oh, baby. This is foreplay compared to what Crowley has got in store for you after what you did, Y/N.”

“Who the hell is Y/N?” You questioned the man in a shaky voice. “James, seriously. “What has gotten into you?”

"Wow. Castiel really did a good job of scrambling up your brain, didn't he? You don't recognize my kind, baby?" James wasn't making any sense here. You furrowed your brow in confusion as the throbbing pain in your wrist started to slowly weaken. When you saw your husband blink, you found yourself letting out a terrified gasp, somehow his eyes transformed into the same pair of inky black eyes that made a shiver run down your spine. "I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Hey, you ugly ass son of a bitch.” A male voice came from behind you, taking the both of you by surprise. Suddenly you felt the grip around your arm disappear, only to be replaced when James grabbed a knife from the sink, the sharpest one you owned, and pressed the blade against the hollow point of your throat. You felt James’ arm wrap around your body, pinning your arms to your side so you wouldn’t fight back. You were too afraid to breathe from how close the knife was. Your eyes wandered over to a familiar face you saw just earlier this morning standing in your kitchen, a loaded gun pointing at your husband. It was Agent Rorak. At least, that’s who you thought it was.

“Dean Winchester. Well, what a surprise!” James greeted the hunter with a smile as he blinked, showing off the set of malevolent eyes the man knew that belonged to only a demon. “How the hell are you, man?” “Pissed off.” Dean replied. “If you know what’s good for you, I’d suggest you let her go.” The demon pretended to think about the request for a moment before he responded, “Nah. Crowley has been looking for her for a while. If I let you and Y/N run off into the sunset, my ass is on the line. And you don’t want to be on his bad side.” "Do I look like I give a rat’s ass what your piss poor king wants? I just spent a year slaughtering my way through monsters. Do you really want to me on my bad side? I'll say it again." Dean narrowed his eyes on the demon as he repeated his order one more time for him to understand. “Let her go, you son of a bitch.”

“You know, you got yourself a fine girl, Dean. Too bad she doesn’t remember you. Hell, she doesn’t remember anything. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” The man you thought to be your husband suddenly felt like a stranger. You winched when you felt him lean his head down so his lips were hovering over your ear, making you want to do just about anything to get away from him. Dean could feel his grip around the gun tighten in anger. “Took us a while to find her. But I must say, the hunt was worth the wait. I could have dragged her to Crowley the moment I jumped this meat suit, but then I thought, 'Nah. Let's stick around. See how good she's in the sack.’“ “Wow.” Dean pretended not to be fazed by what the demon said. “Do you kiss your mother with that filthy mouth of yours?” “No. But I’d gladly kiss your mother’s with it.” The demon replied back with a smik. “Speak of family, where’s that brother of yours? I know if there’s one Winchester, there’s always another.”

The demon should have been careful about what he asked for. You felt the blade press closer against your neck from what unfolded next, but it barely grazed the skin before it disappeared, along with James’ hold around your body. You stumbled forwards when you suddenly heard the sound of something heavy hit the ground. Looking down to your feet, you noticed it was your husband, standing over his body was the agent you had seen earlier as well. You noticed that he was holding a knife, too. But it looked like any other one that you had ever seen before.

You felt frozen in your spot for a moment as your brain tried to comprehend what the hell just happened. Your wrist was throbbing in pain from the burn that was neglected as you realized your husband flipped a switch. He kept calling you, Y/N...he tried to kill you. You inhaled a deep breath as you slowly lifted your good hand to your throat where James had pressed a knife against. One second his eyes were black, and then they were normal. And then there was talk of demons. You furrowed you brow as you continued to stare at the dead body bleeding out on your kitchen floor. But you slowly looked away when you heard someone speak up.

"It's gonna be okay." You looked up to see that it was Dean who was speaking words of comfort as he lowered his gun. But you couldn't hear what he was saying. The only thing you could hear was your heartbeat pounding loudly in your ears. "We're not here to hurt you..."

You weren't sure who the two men were standing in your kitchen, you didn't know what the hell was going on anymore. All you knew that you suddenly felt yourself growing lightheaded. You moved one foot forward to try and take a seat somewhere before you could pass out. The logical side of you was trying to tell you to run, but another part of you felt safe. You only managed to move a single step before you felt your knees give out. You felt your vision grow black before you fell into the arms of Dean, not realizing what other mess you were about to wake up to.

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Title: KIN

Chapter 1 /Part 1:

DANIEL,

Its been 18 years and everything that’s happened sort of feels like a bad dream, or complete delirium-guess it depends on how high I am on any given day. It’s crazy how it all started with a virus, the worst kind. Starts with a fever, cold sweats, loss of control of basic bodily functions; it spreads and spreads throughout the body( some slow, others fast), causes random bursts of uncontrollable aggression. At its peak, you eventually lose all the humanity and sanity you ever had, becoming an animal dead set on attacking anything that moves. We call people who’ve reached this peak Croats-after the virus, Croatoan-but you knew that.

I guess you could say my own sanity ended as well. Thankfully not in the way your probably thinking. No, what I’m suffering with just happens to be a bad strain of flu. Which currently seems to be killing me, slowly. Though, no matter how careless I got or what I risked for a simple bag of weed-I always came back 100% me. Or what’s left of me. It’s amazing, really, just how much humanity has changed me in just the span of several years. And all those gut wrenching feelings that came with it. Hopelessness, powerlessness, love, anger, fear. It was all garbage though, how humans cope with it all, I’ll never understand.

I’m not sure when drugs became more important than the mission, only that there was a time I wasn’t in a mindless haze 90% of the time-though I’m betting my ass it had something to do with the sleeping pills Dean had chucked at me my first night fully human- which, I assure you was only out of the purest intentions of helping me sleep through the night. Dean had his own issues, and sometimes I genuinely wondered why I was still here. He’d gone cold, everything I loved about him stripped away with time and loss. He was forever changed by the death of his brother.

I had to watch him turn into his father-maybe even worse. The perfect leader, a soldier, yet that love and warmth I’d fallen so deeply in love with so long ago, just gone. But still, whether I gave a shit or not, something still told me to stay. To be there.. just in case. After all, poor excuse for a man or not, I DID promise. I made a promise never to leave his side. Which will either end with me choking on pills or being gutted by a Croat whichever came first.

It was typical at this point in time to be so disoriented, that day looked like night and night looked like day. It was and still is the only way to get through the day without killing myself. As far as I knew, I couldn’t get by without a hit of something or an orgasm. I honestly didn’t think of the possibility of a child being born. I never really cared what happened to the women that came in and out of my hut. It didn’t seem worth it to get all sappy over any of them, it was an exchange of pleasure not love. The only love I’d ever know had been Dean, and the poor man didn’t even love me back, so what was the point in love? Especially when everyone we did care about were dropping like flies or raging monsters.

At first, I hated you, Because for the first time, I was forced to actually care about something other than drugs and self-sacrifice. You had been conceived through a typical night of depression and lust. The orgy must have consisted of 7 or so women( maybe, don’t quote me on that). I thank God every day, now( wherever he ran off to), that you were the only one. I’d have probably given myself up to the Croats if I had had 7 children running around this camp. Your mother, who’s name I either can’t remember or never bothered to, left you as an infant, screaming and kicking outside my hut. Later, I learned she’d been killed by a Croat during a raid( oddly convenient, huh?).

After Dean died two years later( curtesy of Lucifer) people began to pity me, ridicule me, or both. Whereas before, they accepted I’d always be a “ dirty hippie”, now they wanted me to replace Dean as head of the camp. It’s funny how desperate people get, turning to an orgy loving, dead beat druggie for assistance. Frankly, I didn’t care. Told everyone to right fuck off. To make matters worse, I still had a two year old little boy I wanted nothing to do with. The camp took pity on on you, of course. Basically did what I’d hoped and for the most part, tried to keep you away from me- which was all fine and good; but for some reason, you never seemed to care. Ignoring every warning, running back to me every damn time. Wanting to be around me. Talk to me. sleep with me. Maybe it was because we were kin, I don’t really know. Even during the nights I laid in bed, sick from whatever I’d taken too much of, you were there by my side. Willing to listen to my nonsensical babbling, cool my burning skin, and hand me water when I needed it. To say I didn’t deserve any of it was a huge understatement.

As the years went by, the camp got smaller and smaller, raid by raid, until only 8 of us remained. Unfortunately all of them were men. They all laughed at the idea of me not having women to objectify-but slowly began to turn in my favor once they realized I held the key to muting every terrible emotion this pandemic had caused. Soon, I was the main source for drug supply, they all bartered for nights of carelessness and sex. Gave me whatever I wanted as long as I took their suffering away. In a way, it made me feel like an angel again. Like I had a purpose in this crazy life. Never mind the depravity- it’s not like there were any angels left on earth to drag me down to hell for it. I was given a nickname- Smokey the Angel. Primarily to make fun of me, but when it stuck, I ended up adopting it for real. Wouldn’t Dean be proud of THAT legacy.

Eventually, the Croats seemed to evolve- like a deranged breed of human. They attacked in organized packs. They seemed to have regained the ability to talk and conform to a set of pre-determined standards. Instead of fighting like savages, most of them had taken up guns and other weapons. Favoring ambushes and raids of their own. Two men died after learning this the hard way. The remaining 6 men spent the next 16 years tracking and mapping out the Croats several camps and the evolvement of their intelligence, Which was not a slow process.

If I could secretly admit to being proud of anything, I guess it would be Your unwavering hunger for knowledge and your massive amounts of blind courage. It reminded me of a better time, when I was still useful, when giving a damn didn’t hurt so much. But more than anything, those bright green eyes, and that determined, focused drive that reminds me of Dean. Maybe that’s part of the reason I resisted you in the beginning. There were times, in my drunken, high drugged out mist, that I thought maybe Dean HAD been brought back. It wasn’t Impossible to believe my son could be the reincarnation of Dean. In fact, I’m believing it more and more the older you get. Not to mention, somehow your the spitting image of him.

Your probably wondering why I bother writing this, it’s not like you don’t already know half of this. I guess I just wanted you to know, that even though you were born out of despair, I don’t hate you. I never even bothered to be a father, if I had a do over, believe me, I’d try harder. You never deserved any of this at all. This life, full of fear and a man who can’t even see past his own self-loathing and grief to give you the childhood you needed. Even when I abused you, you never let go of your unconditional love for me. Deep down I knew I’d die in a heap of sweat with nothing good to show for the life I’ve lead-well, except you. My Daniel. Innocent, uncorrupted Daniel. You are my one good thing. I’ve asked too much of you over the years, I know, but if I could ask for one last thing, it would be to stay true to that.

I’ve arranged to send you somewhere you won’t ever have to suffer due to my neglect. A place without Croats, a fresh new world where you can start a new life away from all this. I never bothered to show you any kind of love, and that was my greatest mistake. So let this be a testament to how much I really do love you. Let this make up for all the times I abandoned you in your time of need.

Go through the rift, don’t ask stupid questions like how I did it and why I’m doing this. I won’t let you live the rest of your life in a miserable wasteland- and please don’t stick around to watch me die, you’ve been through enough.

I love you,

Your Father

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Daniel gaped at the letter, why the hell was he sitting here reading this instead of running to his side? “ what is this, a suicide note?” Eli gave him a look. “He didn’t give himself the flu.” Daniel glared at him. “That’s not funny. Now please for the love of God let me through, let me see my dad.” Eli shook his head, “normally, I wouldn’t give a rats ass what the man wants, but this was his dying wish. He told me not to let you see him until you read that letter. Personally, I think he’s raving mad, nearly dropped dead trying a second ago,” He shook his head in disbelief. “ still got so much energy..” Daniel tried to push past him, but the old man was surprisingly strong considering his bony frame. He stopped him, holding him back. “ why are you doing this! He’s gonna die while we’re out here bickering like little kids. I’m sorry if I’d like to hold my own fathers hand as he pass—“

“ Hey!” They heard a shout from inside. It was hoarse and ended in a fit of coughing. Daniel took that moment to shrug out of Eli’s grip and ran inside. There was a pitcher of water on a side table. He grabbed it and poured some into a plastic cup. Cas took it. “ Eli, I told you to have him read the l—“ Daniel huffed. “ Dad, will you forget about the damn letter for one minute and drink this, please?” Cas looked like he wanted to retort, but figured everyone would feel better after he’d downed the water.

“ why should I read some letter when you could just tell me yourself. I don’t want to spend your last moments waiting outside for you to die.” Cas grabbed his hand, “ In case you haven’t realized, I don’t have time for the I love you I’m sending you away speech; I’M DYING.” Daniels mouth fell open, “ sending me aw—Why? What the hell have I done?” Cas groaned. “ This would have gone so much easier if you’d just read the letter!” But Daniel set the letter aside. Squeezing his hand tighter. “ Screw. The. Letter. Look me in the eye and tell me everything, please.”

Daniel had always been stubborn, Cas should have known he wasn’t going to sit around and read a stupid letter. By some miracle, this man loved him- even though he never gave him a reason to. So, he gave up. He took a deep breathe, and proceeded to tell him everything. He’d managed to cut a deal with Gabriel, who thankfully was still alive, to open a rift to a timeline way into the future-one he knew Daniel would be safe in.

“ No, I’m not leaving you.” Daniel growled. Cas reached up to caress his face. “You always gave me a love I never deserved. Let me do this one thing for you please.”

“ well I don’t want it, any of this!” He seethed, tears creeping down his cheeks. “ why can’t you accept the fact that even though your a piece of shit, people still love you.”

“ I’ve had sex with everyone in this camp, repeatedly, trust me, at most they tolerated me. YOU always have, and whether you want it or not, I need to give it back, by taking you away from this empty, suffering place.”

Daniel closed his eyes. “ No. This is the worst thing you could possibly do.. but, your right about one thing, I will never stop loving you. DESPITE, how many times you’ve let me down.” He felt a hand squeeze his shoulder. Eli, probably. He refused to open his eyes as Cas dragged him down into a tight hug. He ignored the rug burn as he landed on his knees. “Goodbye Daniel” Cas whispered.

And that was that. The arms that had pulled him in with boa constrictor-like strength, when limp. One last exhale, his eyes fluttered closed. He laid unmoving, blood drying at the corners of his mouth and in certain areas on his shirt.

Just then, Daniel heard a loud crackling behind him. He spun around, grabbing Cas Hand reflexively, only briefly forgetting he was dead. A man stood there. Dusty brown hair and a stupid smile on his face. “ you must be Daniel.” Daniel didn’t respond. Given he’d just watched his father die from the flu, he desperately wanted to punch this guy in the mouth. Eli gave him a warning look and shook his head. He’d known Daniel long enough to see it coming. In fact, when the camp was bigger, Eli had been one of the only ones willing to take him under his wing. Care for him durning his childhood years when Cas wouldn’t. When he was 16, despite Cas’ protests Eli, Dean and Bobby started training him and eventually took him out to help on raids.

Daniel took a cautious step forward and turned to glance at Eli. “ Even I agreed this was for the best kid. There isn’t much of a world left to defend here. The rest of us are sittin’ chew toys. GO. It’s ok.” Daniel took a step back, then walked over to Eli. Gabriel’s smile faded into impatientness. “ Come on kid, I’m not as strong as I used to be I don’t have all day.” Daniel turned a scorching glare on Gabriel and he raised his hands in defense. Daniel attacked Eli, yanking him into an embrace. “ Thanks for everything Eli. Hold down the fort?” Eli had tears running down his face. “ you bet I will.” He thought about just shooting the bastard and running, but deep down, he knew his father and Eli were right. There was truly nothing left of this world.

Gabriel took Daniel by the hand. He felt a small shock sail through his body as he jump through the waiting rift. Which was flickering and glitching like an actual lightning bolt. In an instant, they were both on the other side. Daniel unclenched his hand, finding that Gabriel was nowhere to be found. He stood facing a building, which looked to be at least a couple stories high. Nothing else surrounded it. No houses, just a dirt path leading who knows where. ‘ Great’ he thought. Wherever his dad had sent him, seemed to be right smack dab in the middle of nowhere. He sighed, frustrated as he trudged up to what he hoped was the front doors and knocked.

He waited, his heart hammering hard in his chest. It seemed to take forever before he finally heard heavy footsteps on the other end. On impulse, Daniel drew his gun and an angel blade from his belt. Ready for anything. The door swung open harshly.

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What Daniel hadn’t been expecting was to see none other than Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester... and his dad. All pointing guns and blades at him. Dean’s hard look sent shivers down his spine. To Dean’s left, stood his Dad. Right off the bat he noticed a big difference. For one thing, he was healthy. Not the sweaty, hacking man who’d just died in his arms. He also looked older, way older. Although his dad had been human for years, he hadn’t aged as fast as most men in the Camp. Some didn’t even believe he WAS aging. It seemed this version of his dad had aged quite a bit. Crows feet at the corners Of his eyes, forehead lines, gray hairs and all. He wore a white shirt with a thin black plaid pattern, the buttons undone a little to show a plain white undershirt, simple blue jeans and a black belt. He wore thick white socks and no shoes. Sam and Dean hadn’t changed much, except for the obvious signs of age.

He re-holstered his gun and blade against his better judgement. There was a possibility he could be killed, but he’d probably be killed faster if he kept a gun pointed at them. He really didn’t know much about this new world he’d been sent to. It was clear it was earth. Possibly an alternate timeline?

#destiel #well sort of #not as much #endverse castiel #first fanfic #chapter 1

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teaandchess · 7 years

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Welcome Home, Stranger

xtexboyx submitted:

I heard you wanted a reunion fic with angst. Well I really didn’t know how to do that. I mean lovers reuniting should be happy or at least angst free. But that’s why you’re the angst master Tea. Anyway, here’s my attempt.

Welcome Home, Stranger

A white room stretched as far as the eye could see, vast and completely empty. In appearance, it looked like an office place except no furniture, offices, cubicles, or equipment of any kind. Lights from unknown sources shined off the pristine surfaces of the floor and the ceiling.

“Hello?” Castiel called out.

His voice echoed loudly at first before dying out into the distance unknown. He turned in circles looking for anyone or anything and found nothing. The angel was alone and without his Grace.

“Is anyone here?” Again, no answer but his own echo.

Then, a light hit the angel’s back, and he spun to face it. So blinding was the light, he had to put his hand out to block the source and tried to peer between his fingers at the same time. Castiel heard the echo of hollow footsteps before spying the black silhouette of a person walking towards him.

“Hello?” Reflexively, Cas’s other hand reached for his angelic sword only to find it wasn’t there. He didn’t let the alarm at that show in his voice, “Who’s there?”

“Hello Castiel,” a familiar voice and presence rang out.

The light blinding him dimmed, and Castiel lowered his hand. When his eyes adjusted, he recognized the person approaching instantly.

“Father?” Castiel asked, not completely believing his eyes.

“My son, it’s good to see you” The angel looked as if he wanted to say something, but God cut him off, “Please, sit.” He pointed a hand to Castiel’s left side.

Cas look to where Chuck had indicated and found a simple metal armless chair that hadn’t been there before. The angel sat, and God sat down across from him in a twin chair He had materialize for Himself. For a moment, the two simply stared at each other. Chuck, with one elbow on His knee, brushed His hand through His bearded chin, studying the angel. Castiel dared not speak first.

“So,” Chuck finally said, “you died.” A pause. “Again.”

“Yes,” Castiel said lowering his eyes, “I suppose so.”

God stopped trailing His hand through His beard and shook one finger at the angel, “You seem to be making a habit of that.”

“Forgive me.” Deep shame was in Castiel’s voice.

Chuck shook His head and smiled, showing white teeth while He slapped Castiel’s knee. “Hey it’s okay. I was just giving you a hard time. There’s no shame to be had.”

“Truly?” Cas’s spirits rose at his Father’s words.

“Of course,” God sat back in His chair, and His eyes seem to focus on somewhere else “I have seen the largest warrior ever fall to a sling thrower, the finest swordsmen to innocuous threats, and” He refocused on Castiel, “Two of the most power archangels defeated by two boys and a seraph. No, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Thank you,” Castiel whispered, and God nodded in understanding.

“Now, here’s the real question,” Chuck leaned forward again, “If I send you back to Earth with your Grace, would you want to go?”

“I,” Castiel quickly began, seem to rethink his answer, and fell silent.

“Tell me what your feelings truly are. I won’t,” God started then smiled, “and you won’t hear me say this often, I won’t judge you.”

Castiel nodded before saying quietly, “I feel tired.” His shoulders slumped at his admission, showing the weight he had long carried on them. The angel look to his Father for understanding and was glad to see it.

“I can imagine. Castiel, you have carried a heavier burden than I ever intended for you.” There was pride in His voice. “More than even archangels were meant for. I’m proud of you, my son, and if anyone has earned a rest, it is you.” A heavy silence hung between the two as Castiel sat thinking.

Suddenly, Chuck rose and looked down at Castiel.

“Before you decide, I want to show you something” Chuck walked pass the angel, tapping Cas’s shoulder as He did. “Come with me.”

When Castiel rose from his chair and turn to follow after his Father, he found himself in an entirely new setting. The white room was gone, and in its place, was a lush field of grass.

Natural sunlight shone above in an unpolluted clear blue sky. The temperature was a perfect 74 degrees Fahrenheit. (23 Celsius to you Canadians) Noises of birds and people’s murmurs now assaulted his ears after the complete silence of the white room. In front of the angel was a wall that seem to stretch forever of hedges about 10 feet tall. (Again, for those whom live in a country that hasn’t got with the program yet, that’s 3 meters) In the center of the wall, was an archway made of the same hedges. It was a place that he hadn’t seen for some time.

When Chuck and Castiel came closer to the archway, he noticed a blonde handsome angel standing guard by the entrance. His name was Duriel, a very young angel that had fought with Castiel against Raphael. Duriel had seen many of his elder brothers and sisters perish over the recent years, and despite all those tragedies, he always had a warm disarming smile. Just like the one he wore now as his Father and brother approached.

“Castiel, it’s good to see you brother.” The other angel held out his left hand and Castiel clasped his forearm, returning the greeting.

“You as well.” Cas nodded to his brother.

“It is Duriel’s duty to guard this place now in place of Gadreel,” Chuck explained to Castiel, and Duriel nodded to his Father. “He also is responsible in keeping the peace between all the inhabitants.” God looked to Duriel, “Has there been any trouble lately?”

“Well one person has been a handful.” Duriel gave a knowing grin and quick glance to Castiel before saying to his Father, “I’m sure you can guess who.”

God nodded and then continue to walk past the archway, telling Castiel, “Let’s continue.”

Castiel strode by God’s side into the Garden of Eden. When they stepped inside the archway, fauna of every type greeted their eyes. Naturally, his gaze was first drawn to the flowers of every color, of every kind, and of every size, all in full bloom. Then, there were the birds of paradise, nesting and walking the grounds wherever you looked. However, most surprisingly for the angel, was the few people milling about the grounds as well.

“You opened up the Garden again.” Castiel noted as both he and God walked deeper into the Garden.

“Yes, this is my new project. I’ve been resurrecting your brothers and sisters. Seeing how Eden has been unused since I banished humanity from it, I bring them here.” God shrugged.

“I thought I recognized some of these faces,” Castiel said softly.

Chuck nodded. “Most here are angels that fell in the Civil War. No matter which side they fought, they were doing what they thought was right without my guidance.” God sighed. “They didn’t deserve to be gone forever for my mistake. So here they have a chance to make of themselves as they will.”

“None of them have their grace either?”

“No. If they pick up their grace again, they will also be obligated to serve humanity again.”

“So, they’re human then?”

Chuck bobbed His head side to side. “Mostly. As Eden is still on Earth just tucked away in a pocket dimension, they need physical forms to reside here. So, everyone here is locked in the bodies of human vessels of their choice. Well,” Chuck reconsidered His words, “almost human vessels. These forms are stronger, never get sick, never want for food or water, and will never age.”

“I see.”

Soon, Castiel and his Father found themselves on a pathway bordered by hedge walls, travelling deeper into the Garden. As they took various turns on their way to wherever they were going, the angel realized they were not going to the Tree of Knowledge. So, he wondered where his Father was leading him.

Along their route, openings in the hedge walls appeared every now and then. The openings would give glimpses of different gardens. Here was one with tropical plants, the next had desert plants, and so on it went. In those gardens, he also saw more of his ex-angel brethren. Many times, when they recognized Castiel’s face, he would get a not so warm reaction from them.

“If these are my brothers and sisters that I killed in battle, I doubt they’ll be happy to see me,” Castiel told God.

“What? No.” Chuck disagreed, but it sounded forced. “I have talked with each angel here. They understand why you did what you did.”

The next opening they past must of led to a vegetable garden, because a tomato slammed into Castiel’s shoulder. He looked at the offending fruit and then to the direction which it came. A male ex-angel, presumably the one who threw the tomato, gave Cas the bird.

“Fuck you Castiel!” Another yelled out.

God stepped around Castiel and waved a hand upward at the opening. A hedge wall sprang into life, closing the opening in an instant. Chuck turned to Cas, rubbing the back of His neck nervously.

“Okay, okay, most understand.” God laughed uneasily, “The rest might need some time.”

“As you say, Father.” Castiel kept looking at where the opening once was.

“C’mon.” Chuck waved Cas to follow and they began walking before He explained, “I should tell you there’s not just angels here, Castiel. I resurrected monsters that fought their evil instincts here as well. The vampire Lenore is here for instance. Purgatory just seem too cruel for turning into something that wasn’t their fault” He paused before continuing, “Most of them have adapted well to life here. Except for one; someone you know well.”

Cas gave Chuck a quizzical look. “Who?”

“You’ll see,” God smiled

As Chuck and Castiel rounded a bend in the path, they took the next opening on the left. In front of them was an enormous old oak in the center of the garden. On a low branch that stretched far out from the mighty trunk, hung a punching bag. There a woman, huffed and puffed, as she used the bag for training. She wore a dark purple sports bra, black tight sweat pants, and half finger gloves.

Even though Castiel had never saw her dressed like this, he knew who this was before she faced him.

“Meg,” Castiel whispered. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. Chuck and he continued towards the now ex-demon.

“How’s it going, Rhonda Rousey?” God called out, but the ex-demon continued working out on the punching bag.

“G-man,” Meg answered over her shoulder. “Bored as always”

“Sorry to hear that,” Chuck replied.

“No one to fight around here,” Meg huffed in explanation before unleashing a combo on the punching bag, “Sure I can talk you into another apocalypse?”

“Hmm,” Chuck smiled at the ex-demon’s insolence, “I think that ship has sailed.”

“Pity. So, what do you want?”

“I brought someone to see you.”

At God’s words, Meg stopped hitting the punching bag and turned around slowly. Her eyes focused on Castiel, and if she felt something at seeing him, she didn’t show it. The ex-demon just cocked her hip, put her right fist on it, and eyed the ex-angel up and down.

“Hello Clarence.” She drawled.

“Meg.” He said again.

Castiel walked towards her, and Meg never took her eyes off him. Like always, he couldn’t discern her thoughts behind those beautiful brown eyes. As he closed the distance, he began to reach for her, desperate to feel her skin under his fingertips once again. Closer and closer his hand got, and just as he was about to touch her…

Meg’s fist slammed into Castiel’s stomach. A brutal gut punch. She hit him so hard that she knocked the breath out of him, and he doubled over.

“That’s for turning your back on Lucifer like an idiot,” Meg explained.

Castiel gasped for breath.

“Well,” God interrupted, “I think that’s my cue to leave. Go easy on him Ali.” He looked at Castiel. “Castiel, if you wish to leave just call on me.” Then Chuck turned around and started to walk away.

“Later Pops,” Megs called.

Chuck raised a hand over his shoulder and shook it in goodbye, and then he was simply gone.

“You know, he’s not as big of a douchebag as I thought he would be,” Meg said still watching where he disappeared, and then she turned back to Castiel. By this time, the ex-angel was starting to recover, but he still held his stomach in pain. “Now, where were we?” She tapped her chin with a finger. Then she turned her eyes menacingly to Cas. “Oh yeah.”

Meg once again punched Castiel. This time her fist connected with the side of his jaw, and he went all the way to the ground.

“And that’s for not avenging me when you had the chance.”

Then, she simply turned around and began walking off.

“Okay, good catching up, Clarence. We’ll have to do it again,” Meg called over her shoulder before adding, “Or not.”

Quickly, Castiel got to his feet when he saw her leaving. This couldn’t be all their first reunion amounted to, he thought. Not after all these years. Meg had unexpectedly come back into his life, and he wasn’t just going to let her slip away so easily. So, when he caught up to her, he grabbed her wrist to stop her.

“Stop,” he told her.

Meg halted and faced Castiel. She looked at him then quickly down at where he held her, and finally back up. The ex-angel took the hint and released her wrist.

“Grab me again, and you won’t like what happens,” she warned him. He held his hands out palm outward in placation.

“Then, please talk to me. I take it that you’re not happy with my dealings with Crowley?”

“Noooo,” Meg drawled out then gave him a false smile. “I’m giddy that you teamed up with the asshole that killed me.” Then, she dropped all pretense. “Multiple times.”

Castiel closed his eyes knowing she had a point.

“There were extenuating circumstances,” he said lamely.

“Yeah? How’d that end up working out for you?” she said snidely.

Castiel sighed.

“Uh huh.” Meg said smugly, folding her arms over her chest. “So here I am Feathers. Resurrected in the most boring place on Earth. How did that happen you ask? Because I took a blade that had your name on it by that smarmy bastard. A smarmy bastard whom you get all chummy with.”

“I,” Castiel tried to mount a defense, but Meg cut him off.

“Save it, because it’s not just that pissing me off, angel.” She poked his chest. “Tell me this Clarence, how long did it take for you to forget about me? Because, you went on to bang some human whore soon enough.”

“Don’t call -,” Castiel began to retort until a thought hit him “Wait, how did you know about April? Or Crowley for that matter?”

“There’s a pond in the Garden that let’s everyone watch the real world. About the only entertainment we have here.” Meg explained quickly, “Now don’t change the subject, and answer the question.”

Why would she ask about April? Castiel thought. It didn’t make sense unless…

“Wait, Are you jealous?”

“No.” Yes. “Just noting that you moved on pretty quickly after I bought the farm.”

“That’s not true,” he tried to explain.

“Bullshit!” Meg snapped.

“I speak truth,” Castiel said back and then explained heartfeltly, “Meg after I became a human, I went by the name Clarence. The name you gave me. Every time someone spoke my name, it reminded me of you. It was bittersweet, but it kept you alive in my memories. And about April, I doubt I would have slept with her, if it hadn’t been for you. It was you who woke something inside me after you propositioned me.”

“Well, I’m glad I could help get you laid.” Meg rolled her eyes.

“My point is that I did miss you.” He ignored her comment. “And right now, I’m very much happy to see you even though you are angry at me.” He rubbed his sore jaw. “Violently so, I might add.”

“Well that makes one us.” Meg acted unmoved. “Sorry that this isn’t the reunion you wanted Clarence, but I’m gone. Whatever we had if we had it, is gone. See ya.” Again, she walked away from him.

Now, Castiel was getting angry. It was easy for people to hindsight someone’

“No.” Castiel grabbed her wrist a second time.

This time, however, Meg twisted around quickly and slammed her free palm into his upper chest. He fell backwards on his butt, and his back knocked up against a hedge wall. Before the ex-angel could react, Meg was straddling his lap. Quickly, she took his hands and held them above his head against the hedge.

“Vines.” She seemed to speak to the hedges.

“What?” he said in confusion as vines grew suddenly out of from the hedge to wrap around his wrists.

Castiel struggled at the constraints but found he couldn’t budge his arms. He looked up at Meg who smiled down at him. She was the cat that had cornered the canary.

“I told you wouldn’t like what happened if you grabbed me again,” she whispered. “Funny thing about this garden, it was designed to provide for humans, all their wants or needs.” She fingered the vines. “Still does.”

“Meg, release me,” he commanded.

“And, If I don’t?” she asked amused.

“I’ll.” Castiel struggled again against his restraints. “I will-” he trailed off when he stopped fighting the vines.

“So, what can you do?” She whispered closely to his face.

Her voice had become breathy as both were reminded of the first time they had met. That smoky voice of hers slithered into his ears, trailed down his spine, and went straight to his groin. He was hard instantly. With nothing else he could do, he ground his hard-on into her. When both their pelvises rubbed against each other, an electric current went through the pair. They both moaned.

Castiel realized then that Meg wasn’t unaffected by him as she professed. In his huskiest voice, he spoke to her.

“Meg.” Almost hypnotized, the ex-demon closed her eyes and swayed to his voice. “Meg, listen to me. I want you to kiss me.”

Her eyes opened instantly.

“What?” She asked.

“Prove that there’s nothing left between us by kissing me. If you’re unaffected, I will forever leave you alone,” he challenged.

Meg bit her bottom lip and watched his sexy mouth, considering his offer. Kiss him and be unaffected, she could do this. Right? This was how she got what she wanted, to be left alone by him. Right?

“Fine,” she agreed.

Slowly, she began to lower her mouth to his. Then, before she had leaned half way down, Castiel reached up and sealed his lips to hers. They moaned into each other mouths.

Meg had expected Castiel to be fierce in his kiss, to put all his feelings into it to seduce her. However, it was the exact opposite. The kiss started off timidly at first, without emotion even. It was Meg who had to press harder against his lips to increase the passion of the kiss. Only then did the ex-angel deepen the kiss as well. That’s when she realized that Castiel was letting her take the lead. Fine with her, she thought

So next, Meg licked his upper lip, and he did the same to her in return. Like this, on the kiss went. Move for move, Castiel match everything the ex-demon did. When they parted their lips slightly so that the tips of their tongues could touch, another jolt of pleasure surged through them. A familiar heat began to pool in Meg’s stomach. She couldn’t imagine stopping such simple pleasure like this any time soon.

That’s why Meg was surprised when it was Castiel who began to break off the kiss. But she wasn’t ready for that. So, she chased his mouth with hers. When he stopped backing away, their kiss increased in intensity. Still, he showed incredible constraint, only mirroring the passion she showed him. Her tongue slipped deeper into his mouth, getting a better taste of him. She groaned and her hips began to grind slowly against him on their own accord.

Once more, however, Castiel moved away from the kiss. Meg growled low in her throat. She caught his head with her two hands, keeping him in place, and then devoured the ex-angel. Now, she kissed Castiel with all that she had, and he matched her. She didn’t just enter his mouth, she invaded it. Soon her hips were now rocking into his erection just as frantically, and he met her thrust for thrust.

The sweet friction against her sex through her pants was driving her over the edge. As she got near the precipice of her orgasm, she released his mouth and placed her head against the side of his. Her arms wrapped around his back, and her legs wrapped tight around his torso. Now, Meg dry humped Castiel with wanton abandon.

When Meg came, she screamed at its overwhelming explosion. Her limbs tighten around Castiel so much, he had trouble breathing. Waves of bliss flowed and ebbed repeatedly over her. She continued to rub up against Castiel, who was groaning her name now, as she tried to stretch out the length of this sweet rapture. Slowly, as her orgasm subsided, she fell boneless against Cas’s chest.

As both sat on the ground, trying to catch their breath, a thought occurred to Meg. The ex-angel had used her nature against her. Castiel had made Meg chase him, instead of the other way around. Clever boy. Then another thought hit her. Had she had really just creamed jeans making out with Castiel, a sexual novice? Shit, she wasn’t going to live that down anytime soon. She smiled ruefully.

Finally, she pushed on Castiel’s chest to stare into his eyes. They were radiating blue light. Meg sighed before admitting defeat.

“Okay, angel,” she said, “maybe I’m not over you. So, if you want to hang around, we’re going to play by my rules, got it?” He nodded. “First, we’re not done with the Crowley conversation. Not by a long shot. Second, we’ll spend our nights together, but during the days I’m going to train you how to fight.”

Castiel hadn’t expected those last terms.

“Train? Why?” he asked.

“Well,” Meg began to explain. “For one, all you angels’ fighting abilities boil down to this. Show up, put palms to heads. Or walk up to someone and stab them. The end. That’s just not going to cut it anymore. Second, I’ve wanted to fight you on equal grounds since I met you. Last, whooping your ass will be down payment when you eventually leave me for the Winchesters. And don’t try to deny it, you know it’s true.”

Castiel sighed. “What would you have me do?”

Her anger flared. “To choose me over them for once!” She hissed, but then she let out a breath, her temper going along with it. “But I know I’ll always play second fiddle to the boys.”

“Meg-” Castiel wanted to comfort her but didn’t know how.

“No, I get. It’s fine, really.” It really wasn’t. “So, do we have a deal?”

“Yes,” Castiel nodded once. “Now, kindly release me?”

“Mmm.” Meg tapped a finger on her lips, looking as if this was hard a hard decision for her. “No.”

“Meg,” Castiel warned.

Instead of heading his demand, the ex-demon wrapped her arms around the ex-angel’s neck.

“Not just yet, tree topper,” Meg smiled wickedly. “Tell me do you have any kinks I should know about?”

“I,” Castiel began to say no, tilted his head in consideration, then changed his answer. “I don’t know.”

“Want to find out?” She offered.

He considered it before replying.

“I believe I would try anything at least once,” he said then added, “with you.”

A male with no sexual hang ups? Meggy likes.

She placed a quick kiss to his lips, and then smiled against his mouth.

“Good answer,” she whispered.

Over the next few months, Meg was true to her word. She whooped the shit out of Castiel as she trained him how to fight. To the ex-angel’s credit however, he was a fast learner. Recently, the battles were less one sided, although he still was usually the one who tapped out. Castiel didn’t mind any of that, however. In fact, even though he went to sleep sore and bruised, he looked forward to their bouts.

That was because their fights would almost invariably end in foreplay which would of course led to sex. Just like Meg did with hand to hand combat, she tutored the ex-angel in her knowledge of intercourse. And what an extensive amount of knowledge it was. As Castiel promised, he tried everything at least once with whatever Meg suggested. But there were times, her ideas were a little too creative. He had to tap out then as well.

Then, when both were completely exhausted by each other, they would fall asleep in each other’s arms under the bright stars in the clear black sky. Sometimes, they would talk and share their stories before drifting off to sleep. Other times, it would just be amenable silence.

That became their daily routine. Rinse, wash, repeat.

At some point, Castiel’s feelings had evolve from just being sweet on the ex-demon to being in love. He even got her to admit she felt the same; however, that took effort. Although, Sam had told him about Meg’s admission of Castiel being her unicorn, she hadn’t been so forth coming with any such declarations to him. So, the ex-angel kept Meg on edge of an orgasm for three nights straight, never giving her the release she needed until she cried out her love for him.

Of course, she paid him back in kind three-fold.

But, all good things come to an end, as they say.

The Winchesters were in trouble. Of course. They head gotten over their heads again, trying to stop a cataclysmic evil scheme. Maybe they could succeed without him, but he doubted it. At least, their chances would drastically be improved by him being at their side. He had to go.

He had to leave Meg.

Now, he stared at the back of her head as she slumbered deeply. For such a tiny person, she had such a deceptively loud snore, and he adored it. Meg currently used his forearm for a pillow, and their legs were entwined with each other. So with care, Castiel extracted himself from their embrace. After removing his arm from under head, he was afraid he had awakened her when her snoring stopped. Castiel was relieved when the sound continued.

After he stood up, he walked a slight distance away. Then, he looked up to the sky.

“Father?” He whispered.

Yes, my son? Castiel heard God’s voice in his head.

“It’s time. I need to help the Winchesters.”

I see. A pause. Do you wish to say goodbye?

Castiel took one last look at Meg. He didn’t know when or if he would ever see her again. So, he drank in the sight of her as much as he could. His gut tightened.

“No. I think it would be best not to.”

Castiel?

“Yes, Father?”

You’re an idiot with women.

Castiel sighed.

But it’s your choice.

Castiel’s eyes stayed on the ex-demon as he disappeared from the Garden of Eden.

Immediately after Cas’s departure, Meg’s eyes popped open. She had heard the entire one side of Castiel’s exchange with God. Even though she knew this day would come, it brought her little comfort right now. Currently, there was an iron fist squeezing her heart, and it wasn’t letting go anytime soon. Slowly, Meg turned over to where the angel had lain next to her. She curled herself in a ball, falling asleep once more to Castiel’s fleeting scent and warmth.

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