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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

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I walk in a bar and found Sam sitting there, drinking. This took me by surprise as he rarely does this so I walk up to him. "There you are. What are you doing?" I asked him, relieved, as Sam turns to me. "Having a drink." He replied. "It's 2 in the afternoon. Drinking whiskey?" I said.

"I drink whiskey all the time." he grumbles. "No, you don't." I said and he turns to me. "What's the big deal? You and Dean get sloppy in bars, and both of you would hit on people all the time before enough two got together. Why can't I?" Sam snapped and I was taken aback by this.

"What's going on with you?" I asked him, worried, and Sam shakes his head, and doesn't say anything for a few moments. He looks completely lost. "I tried, (y/n)." he mutters and I give him a confused look. "To do what?" I asked him. "To save Dean." He replied and I look down, let out a heavy sigh then take the seat next to him.

"Could I get a whiskey, double, neat." I said to the bartender and Sam turns to me. "I'm serious, (y/n)." He said. "No, you're drunk." I remarked. "I mean, where Dean's going...what he's gonna become. I can't stop it and neither can you." He said, looking close to tears. "I'm starting to think maybe even Ruby can't stop it. But really, the thing is, no one can save Dean." Sam said and I frown.

"Well, he has been telling us that." I said. "No, that's not what I mean. I mean, no one can save him because he doesn't wanna be saved. I mean, how can Dean care so little about himself." Sam said and I shrug. "I don't know. I wish I knew." I said just as my phone rings.

"Hello?" I answered. "(Y/n), did you find him?" Dean's voice asked. "Yeah, I found him at the bar." I said and Sam looks over at me. "Good, I need you guys to come back now." Dean said, in a panicked voice. "What's wrong?" I asked. "It's Bobby..." he replied and my eyes widen in fear.

Later, we were at the hospital to see Bobby lying in his bed. "So, what's the diagnosis?" Sam asked the doctor. "We've tested everything we can think to test. He seems perfectly healthy." The doctor said. "Except that he's comatose." Dean growls as I give a look of sadness to Bobby.

"Mr. Sniderson, you're his emergency contact. Anything we should know? Any illnesses?" the doctor asked Dean. "No, he-he never gets sick. I mean, he doesn't even catch cold." Dean replied.

"Doctor, is there anything you can do?" I asked the doctor. "Look, I'm sorry, but we don't know what's causing it...so we don't know how to treat it. He just...went to sleep, and didn't wake up." He said and the boys and I share a look and then we look over at Bobby.

We make our way to the motel Bobby was staying at and enter the room. "So, what was Bobby doing in Pittsburgh?" Sam asked. "Unless he's taking an extremely lame vacation..." Dean said as he closes the door and we walk into the center of the room.

"I mean, he must have been working a job, right? They continue to walk around the room." Sam said. "Well, you think there'd be some sort of sign of something, you know?" I said as Sam opens a drawer, but it's empty. Dean and I do the same, and that too is empty. The room looks completely clean.

"Research, news clippings..." I said as Sam turns to the closet. "Or a frigging pizza box or a beer can." Dean said as he walks away from the dresser he was looking in, and Sam walks over to the closet. "How 'bout this?" Sam said and we walk over to him as he moves the clothes out of the way and on the wall behind them hangs all of the news clippings, maps and pictures we were looking for.

There's pictures of roots, mushrooms, seeds and a map where Bobby has written Pittsburgh in big letters and underlined it. There's postists with adresses and numbers. There's a piece of paper about a plant.

"Good old Bobby, always covering up his tracks." Dean chuckles. "You guys make heads or tails of any of this?" Sam asked and Dean takes one of the papers about a plant and reads the title of it. "Silene capensis, which of course means absolutely nothing to me." Dean said and I noticed a newspaper clipping. "Here." I said as I take a newspaper clipping and skim over it.

"Dr. Walter Gregg, 64, university neurologist." I read. "How'd he bit it?" Dean asked me. "Um...actually, they don't know. They say he just went to sleep and didn't wake up." I said and Dean takes the clipping from me, reading it himself. "That sound familiar to you guys?" Dean asked.

"Alright, um...So let's say Bobby was looking into the doc's death. You know, hunting after something--" Sam started to explain and Dean looks up at him. "That started hunting him." He finished and Sam nods. "Alright, Sam stay here. See if you can make heads or tails of this." Dean said as he points to the closet. "(Y/n), come with me." He said and I nod.

"What are you gonna do?" Sam asked him. "Look into the good Doctor myself." Dean said as he walks to the door. Sam and I share a look before I shrug then follow Dean out

"So you're Dr. Gregg's lab assistant?" I asked the woman, Miss Sanders, as we walked into the office, which was cluttered with books and boxes. "That's right." she replied. "Well, his death must have come as a shock to you." said Dean. "Yeah, it did." she replied as Dean and I look around the office, while Sanders stands behind us.

"But, still, go in your sleep, peacefully...That's what you wish for, right?" she asked as we look over at her. "Yeah. Right." Dean mutters as I look at a book on the Doctor's desk. "Dr. Gregg uh...studied sleeping disorders?" I asked her as I pick up the book and hold it up for Sanders. "Dreams?" I said, questioning, as Sanders looks at me, confused.

"I don't understand. I went over all of this with the other Detective." she said as I put down the book and Dean and I look at her, curious. "You already spoke to another Detective?" Dean asked. "Yes. A very nice older man with a beard." She replied and Dean and I share a quick glance before I turn to her. "Well, we'd love to hear it again if you don't mind." I said and she looks between us.

"Thing is, I'm sort of busy. Maybe we could do this later?" she said and Dean and I share a look before Dean shrugs.

"Sure. Yeah. Just bring you down to the station later this afternoon." he said and her face falls. "Get your statement on tape, do it all official-like." said Dean and Sanders sighs.

"Look, okay, I didn't know about Dr. Gregg's experiments. Not until I was cleaning out his files." she said, which took me aback. "His experiments, uh...? The ones he was conducting on sleeping?" I asked her. "No one knew, okay? Not the university, not anybody. I already spoke with a Lawyer and he told me I can't be held liable for anything." She replied.

"Maybe you couldn't, but that was before the new evidence came to light." Dean said and Sanders furrows her brow. "New evidence? What new evidence?" She asked. "We're not at liberty to say." Dean said and Sanders sighs.

"Look, I'm just a grad student, this was a gig to cover tuition." she said. "Maybe so. But, uh, still this...this could go on your permanent record. Unless you hand over the Doctor's research to us. All of it." Dean said to her

"Look, I don't know what the RA said, but, ah, I was growing ferns." Jeremy said as we walk into his home. "Take it easy, Phish, that's not why we're here." Dean scoffs. "Really? Oh, thank God. Okay." Jeremy said, relieved, while i hold up the file in my hand.

"We wanna talk to you about Dr. Gregg's sleep study." I said and Jeremy nods. "Yeah. Dr. Gregg just died, right?" He said and we nod. "You were one of his test subjects, right?" Dean asked him. "Yeah." Jeremy said as he opens his fridge and takes out three beers. He holds them up a bit, motioning as a question. He then holds two out to me and Dean.

"Unless you two are on duty or whatever?" Jeremy asked and Dean and I share a look before Dean looks to the door for a second, and then decides to go for the beer. "I guess I can make an exception." Dean said as he takes the bottle.

Jeremy holds out the other bottle to me and I shake my head. "I'm good, thanks." I said. Jeremy nods then sets the bottle down and grabs the bottle opener. He opens his bottle as Dean opens his. They hold up their beers to each other and then take a swig.

"Now, Dr. Gregg was testing treatments for a, uh, "Charcot-Wilbrand syndrome? Which means...?" I said, continuing the interview, while Dean was enjoying his beer. "Um..I, uh..I can't dream." He said and I give him a confused look. "I had this bike accident when I was a kid and banged my head pretty good and I haven't had a dream since. Till the study. You know. Sort of." He explains.

"What'd the doc give you?" Dean asked. "It's this yellow tea. It..it smelled awful, tasted worse." Jeremy replied. "What did it do?" I asked. "Just passed right out. And uh, I had the most vivid, super-intense dream. Like a bad acid trip, you know?" He said and Dean chuckles while I shake my head. "Totally." He mutters and I elbow him in his arm then he clears his throat.

"I mean, no." He said, firmly. "That was it. I dropped out of the study right after that. I didn't...like it. To tell you the truth...it kind of scared me." Jeremy said and Dean and I look at him, thoughtful.

Dean and I were sitting by Bobby's bed, watching for any sign of him waking up. I let out a heavy sigh then lean my head against Dean's shoulder. He takes my hand in his and goes to kiss the top of my head then leans against mine.

Sam enters a few minutes later and we raise our head then turn around to look at him. We share a look before Sam walks further into the room. "How is he?" Sam asked and Dean rubs his hand over his chin as he turns back to Bobby. Sam walks to stand by the foot of the bed, with files in his hand.

"No change." Dean said as I nod towards the files. "What you got?" I asked him then Dean and I get up and walk over to Sam, to see what he brought with him.

"Well, considering what you guys told me about the doc's experiments...Bobby's wall is starting to make a hell of a lot more sense." He explains. "How so?" Dean asked and Sam holds up a picture of a plant from the folder. "This plant, Silene capensis, is also known as African Dream Root. It's been used by shaman and medicine men for centuries." He said and I sigh a bit.

"Let me guess. They dose up, bust out didjeridus, start kicking around the hackey." I said and Sam slightly shakes his head. "Not quite. If you believe the legends, it's used for dreamwalking. I mean, entering another person's dreams, poking around in their heads." He said. "I take it we believe the legends." Dean said and all three of us share a look. "When don't we? But dreamwalking is just the tip of the iceberg." Sam said and he picks up a paper from the folder that contains info on the root and a drawing of it.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. "I mean, this Dream Root is some serious mojo. You take enough of it, with practice, you can become a regular Freddy Krueger. You can control anything. You could turn bad dreams good, you could turn good dreams bad." He said and all of us look at Bobby for a moment then back at each other.

"And killing people in their sleep?" Dean asked and Sam nods. "For example. So let's say uh, let's say this doc was testing this stuff on his patients, Tim Leary-style." Sam explains. "Somebody gets pissed at him, decides to give him a little dream visit, he goes nighty-night." I said. "What about Bobby? I mean, if the killer came after him, how come he's still alive?" Sam asked. "Don't know." Dean and I said as we look back at Bobby, sadly.

"So how do we find our homicidal sandman?" Dean asked Sam as we walk out of Bobby's room. "Could be anyone." Sam said. "Yeah?" Dean and I said. "Yeah." Sam said. "Anyone who knew the Doctor and had access to his dream shrooms." I said. "Maybe one of his test subjects or something?" Sam asked. "Possible. But his research was pretty sketchy. I mean...I don't know how many subjects he had or who all of them were." Dean said and Sam scoffs.

"What?" I asked him and Sam sighs, loudly. "Any other case, we'd be calling Bobby and asking him for help right now." Sam said and Dean looks like he just thought of something. He grabs us by our arms to stop us and he looks up at us.

"You know what, Sam? You're right." he said. "What?" Sam and I said, confused. "Let's go talk to him." Dean said and I raise an eyebrow at this. "Sure, I think we might find the conversation a bit one-sided." Sam said, confused. "Not if we're tripping on some Dream Root." said Dean.

"What?" We said.

"You heard me." Dean said to us. "You wanna go dreamwalking inside Bobby's head?" I asked him. "Yeah. Why not? Maybe we could help." Dean said "We have no idea what's crawling around in there." I said.

"How bad could it be?" Dean asked. "Bad." Sam and I said in unison. "Guys, it's Bobby." Dean said, looking between us, and I sigh. "Yeah, you're right." Sam scoffs. "One problem though. We're fresh out of African Dream Root, so unless you know someone who can score some it..." I said and Dean thinks for a moment then rolls his eyes.

"Crap." he mutters.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Bela." Dean said.

"Bela?" Sam and I said then I realized what he was meaning. "Crap." I growled as Sam rolls his eyes. "You're actually suggesting we ask her a favor?" Sam asked Dean. "I'm feeling dirty just thinking about it, but yeah." Dean said and I scoff. "Just great." I muttered.

Dean and I were sitting in a motel room, looking through the files and waiting for Bela, while Sam had fallen asleep on a nearby desk. Dean and I just went over the notes when we hear a Sam making noises in his sleep, like happy moaning noises.

Dean and I exchange a look before Dean calls out to Sam. "Sam! Wake up." Dean shouts and Sam sits up then he wipes his face with his arm. "Dude, you were out. Making some serious happy noises." Dean said while Sam still has his back to us.

"Who were you dreaming about?" I asked him, smirking. "What? No one. Nothing." Sam stammers. "Come on, you can tell us. Angelina Jolie?" I asked. "No." Sam said. "Brad Pitt?" Dean asked and I snorted at this while Sam turns around, almost looking at us. "No. No. Dude, it doesn't matter." He said and I shake my head. "Whatever." Dean and I muttered as Sam mutters under his breath.

"I called Bela." Dean said and Sam sits there. "Bela? Yeah? She-What'd she...you know, say? She...gonna...help us?" He stammers, quickly. "Shockingly, no, which puts us back to square one." Dean grumbles.

"We've been trying to decipher the Doctor's notes. Unfortunately, he has worse handwriting than you do." I said to Sam. "You gonna come help us with this stuff?" Dean asked as we look over at Sam as he was still in his chair. Sam looks around and then down, still keeping his back to us. "Yeah, yeah. Just give me a sec." He said as he moves around a bit in his seat, moving his hands around.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and we turn in its direction. Sam stays in his chair as Dean gets up to open the door. Dean opens the door just inches, looks annoyed and opens up the door, walking with it. "Bela. As I live and breathe." He said as Bela enters, wearing a trenchcoat.

"You called me. Remember?" She said. "I remember you turning me down." Dean said and she smirks. "Well, I'm just full of surprises." she said and I roll my eyes. "You're full of something." I muttered. "I'm sorry?" Bela asked and I look up at her and give her a fake smile. "Nothing." I said.

"Hey, Bela. What's going on?" Sam asked and I furrow my brow at him.

"I brought you your African Dream Root." She said as she hands over a jar of it to Dean. "Nasty stuff, and not easy to come by." she said as she puts her bag on the TV and goes to open her coat. "Why the sudden change of heart?" I asked her. "What? I can't do you a little favor every now and again?" She asked me. "No, you can't. Come on, I wanna know what the strings are before you attach them." Dean said as Bela takes off her coat and sets it aside.

"You said this was for Bobby Singer, right?" she asked him and Dean nods. "Well, I'm doing it for him. Not you." She replied. "Bobby? Why?" I asked, suspiciously. "He saved my life once. In Flagstaff." She replied and Dean throws a look my way then Sam's way, both of us just shrug. He looks back at her, still not responding to her statement.

"I screwed up and he saved me, okay? You satisfied?" she shouts. "Maybe." said Dean as She looks at him, who's now looking at the jar, and at Sam.

"So when do we go on this little magical mystery tour?" She asked and I stand up. "Oh, you're not going anywhere. I don't trust you enough to let you in my car, much less Bobby's head. No offense." Dean said as he walks over to the closet. He turns on the lights and opens up the safe, where the Colt is, and he puts in the jar of Dream Root with it. Bela, Sam and I watch him.

"None taken." Bela said as Dean closes the safe, locking it. He walks into the room again, where Bela is looking a bit annoyed now. "It's 2 am. Where am I supposed to go?" She asked.

"Get a room. Ah, they got the Magic Fingers, a little Casa Erotica on pay-per-view. You'll love it." I said to her and she glares at me. "You..." She growls and she takes her bag in a huff and walks to the door, retreiving her coat on the way. Sam jumps out of his chair calling after her. "Nice to see-.. Seeing you..." Sam exclaims as she slams the door behind her, ignoring him. "Bela." He mutters while Dean and I turn to Sam, a bit confused.

*3rd Person POV*

Sam walks over to the beds with three glass cups of the liquid containing the Dream Root. Dean and (y/n) were sitting on the bed, waiting for him. As Sam comes over, he hands Dean one of the cups and (y/n) the other cup and then sits down on the other bed.

"Uh, should we dim the lights and synch up Wizard of Oz to Dark Side of the Moon?" (y/n) asked. Dean snorts while Sam looks over at her, with a smile. "Why?" he asked and (y/n) looks at him, disappointed. "What did you do during college?" She asked him and Sam looks at her with his usual huh reaction to such questions.

(y/n) rolls her eyes as Dean goes to drink the liquid but Sam stops him. "Wait, wait, wait. Can't forget this." Sam said. Dean puts down the cup and looks over at him as he pulls out a little brown envelope from his shirt pocket. He pulls something out and as Dean and (y/n) reach out their hands, Sam puts it in it.

"Here." he said as the two look at the object. "What the hell is that?" Dean asked Sam. "Bobby's hair." Sam replied and Dean and (y/n) gives him a disgusted look. "We have to drink Bobby's hair?" (Y/n) asked, repulsed. "That's how you control whose dream you're entering. You gotta drink some of their uh...Some of their body." Sam explained and (y/n) crinkled her nose.

"Well, guess the hair of the dog is better than other parts of the body." Dean remarks and they put the hair in and Sam exhales, getting ready to drink what seems to be a very disgusting drink. They raise their cups a bit. "Bottoms up, boys." (Y/n) said to them. "Yeah." Sam and Dean said and they put their cups together in a toast and then drink it all up.

The three of them grunt, trying to swallow, which seems to be a little hard. They smack their mouths a bit, due to the awful taste. They look quite disgusted and nothing seemed to have changed.

"Feel anything?" Dean asked and Sam shakes his head. "No. You feel anything?" (y/n) asked Dean as she looks over at him then he shakes his head a little. "No." He said and he holds up the cup and looks in it. "Maybe we got some bad shwag." Dean said when they hear thunder from outside and rain pattering on the window. Sam looks over, a little confused.

"Hey, when did it start raining?" he asked as Dean and (y/n) look over at the window as well. Dean gets up and starts walking to the window, that's covered with white curtains. As he comes up to it, he pulls the curtains apart to look outside, and sees that the rain is actually not coming from the sky, but from the ground.

"When did it start raining upside down?" He asked then he turns around to Sam and (y/n) and sees that they're now standing in the a house. They look around a bit and see that the window, Dean was just looking out through, is gone and instead there's a fireplace. The entire bedroom part of the motel have turned into a living room.

"Okay, I don't know what's weirder. The fact that we're in Bobby's head or that he's dreaming of Better Homes and Gardens." (y/n) remarks and Dean let's out a playful scoff. "You're telling me." Dean said as they look around. "Wait. Wait a sec. Imagine the place without the paint job." Sam said as he begins gesturing to everything he's talking about. "More cluttered, dusty, books all over the place." He said and they begin to move around the living room.

"It's Bobby's house." Dean said. "Yeah." said Sam and (y/n) looks around. "Bobby?" She calls out in a hushed whisper as the trio look around.

"Bobby?" Sam calls out as he looks up the stairs. Sam looks towards the door, while Dean and (y/n) were still in the living room. "Guys?" Sam calls out and the two turns around to Sam. "I'm gonna go look outside." He said and Dean shakes his head. "No, no, no, stay close." He whispers. "Dude, I'll be fine. Just, look around in here. Look, we gotta find him." Sam said.

"Don't do anything stupid." (y/n) said and Sam nods and walks to the door, where it's still raining outside. Sam comes out and sees everything in bright technicolor and the sun is shining. The house is bright blue, with flowers all around, and birds chirping can be heard. Sam walks out on the porch, a confused look on his face.

While Sam takes this in, the door suddenly slams shut behind him. Sam turns around at the sound and goes back and tries to open it but it's locked. "Dean! (y/n)!" He shouts then he walks over to the window next to the door and bangs on the wall while looking in. He sees Dean and (y/n) through the window, still looking around the house with their backs to Sam, but they don't seem to react to neither Sam calling their names or him banging on the wall. "Dean! (Y/n)! Guys!" Sam shouts walks down the porch out of view.

Dean open the doors to the kitchen and he and (y/n) walks in, looking around cautiosly. They move through the kitchen towards the hallway on the other side. "Bobby?" Dean calls out as they walk out into the hallway, where there's two doors. One across from the kitchen and one on the left.

"Bobby!" (y/n) said then they turn around as if they heard something and look down the hallway in the other direction, where there's another closed door. "Who's out there?" A scared voice calls out from the door behind them.

Dean and (y/n) turn back to the door that was on their left when they entered the hallway. They walk over to the door and see long scratch marks on it. Dean touches them as he goes for the doorknob. "Bobby, you in there?" Dean whispers. "Dean?" Bobby calls out. "Yeah. It's me. (Y/n)'s here too. Open up." Dean said.

Bobby opens the door and looks behind Dean and (y/n). "Hey." (y/n) said and Bobby moves towards the kitchen and looks around, like he was making sure something wasn't coming. He's scratched up on his cheek and nose. Dean and (y/n) walk up next to him.

"How in the hell did you find me?" Bobby asked them. "Sam, Dean and I got our hands on some of that Dream Roof stuff." (y/n) said. "Dream Root? What?" Bobby said, confused. "Dr. Gregg, the experiments?" Dean said then Bobby, who's still looking around, throws them a terrified glance.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked then the lamps begin to flicker. "Hurry." Bobby exclaims, scared, and he runs for the closet again. Dean turns around and grabs him. "Woh, woh, woh, woh, woh. What's going on?" Dean asked him. "She's coming." Bobby said, panicked.

"Okay, you know this is a dream, don't you?" (y/n) asked him. "What are you, crazy?" Bobby said, terrified. "It's a dream, Bobby! None of this is real!" Dean yells but then they hear a door opening. Bobby's eyes widen in fear then he points behind the couple. "Does that look made-up?" He asked them.

Dean and (y/n) turn around and sees a woman coming out into the hallway. She's wearing a white dress and there's blood on it and her. Suddenly the closet door slams shut and Bobby turns around, rattling the doorknob to make it open. Dean and (y/n) look at him and then when Bobby turns around, the couple look back at the woman.

She looks rather normal except for a few cuts on her chest and neck. Even her hair is styled in a regular fashion. She doesn't look happy though. "Bobby, who is that?" (Y/n) asked him as Bobby has tears in his eyes now, but not from being terrified. "She's...She's my wife." Bobby said and Dean and (y/n) share a look before the looked between Bobby and his wife.

"Why Bobby? Why did you do this to me?" His wife asked as they're now standing in the kitchen, by the living room, and Bobby's wife is standing in the doorway leading to the hall. At her words, Bobby turns around. "I'd rather died myself than hurt you." Bobby said, tearfully. "But you did hurt me. You shoved that knife into me. Again and again. You watched me bleed. Watched me die." She shouts as Dean and (y/n) come up behind Bobby and grab ahold of him.

"Bobby, she's not real." Dean said but Bobby doesn't respond to Dean, his eyes are on his wife. "How could you?" His wife asked as Bobby is close to crying now. "You were possessed, baby. You were rabid. And I didn't know what I know now. I didn't know how to save you." Bobby replied.

"You're lying. You wanted me dead. If you'd loved me, you would've found a way!" She screams. "I'm sorry." Bobby whimpers then Dean and (y/n) grab hold of him again, more forceful this time. "Come on." (Y/n) said as her and Dean drag him into the living room and as Dean and (y/n) begin to slide the doors closed, Bobby's wife runs for the doors, screaming.

Meanwhile, Sam was walking by a line of washed sheets, drying in the wind. When he turns around, Jeremy shows up with a bat, swinging, hitting him hard in the chest and shoulder. Sam falls to the ground, holding his shoulder and Jeremy stands over him. "Who are you?" Sam asked. "Who are you? You don't belong here." Jeremy said. "You're one to talk. You're in my friend's head." Sam said.

"You got a poor choice in friends. This is self-defense. He came after me. He wanted to hurt me." Jeremy said. "Maybe because you're a killer." Sam growls. "You should be nicer to me. In here...you're just an insect. I'm a god." Jeremy warns.

Back inside, Bobby's wife is jumping and banging on the doors to the living room, screaming. "We're telling you, all of it. Your house, your wife, it's a nightmare." (Y/n) tells Bobby as her and Dean were standing by the doors, keeping them closed. Bobby is standing across from them, just looking at them, while his wife continues to bang and scream. Dean finally grabs a wire to tie around the door handles.

"I killed her." Bobby cries. "Bobby! This is your dream that you can wake up. I mean, hell, you can do anything." Dean yells as he ties the doors together just as Bobby walks up behind him. "Just leave me alone. Let her kill me already." He begs.

(Y/n) grabs hold of him, trying to get him to wake up, to snap out of it. "Look at me. Look at me. You gotta snap out of this now. You gotta snap out of this now! You're not gonna die. Dean's not gonna let you die. I'm not gonna let you die. You're like a father to us. You gotta believe us, please." She pleads and they look at each other for a moment.

Bobby looks once at the door his wife is still banging on and screaming behind, and then he look back at (y/n). "I'm dreaming?" He asked. "Yes. Now take control of it." Dean yells. Bobby looks towards the door, and then he closes his eyes tightly and suddenly all the banging and screaming stops.

(Y/n) lets go of him and walks over to the doors. Dean removes the cable and slides the doors open, revealing an empty kitchen. Bobby's wife is nowhere in sight. "I don't believe it." Bobby whispers and Dean and (y/n) turns around and look at him. "Believe it." (Y/n) said, breathing heavily. "Now would you please wake up?" Dean asked.

Outside, Sam is still on the ground and Jeremy is standing over him. "Sweet dreams." Jeremy said and he raises the bat and Sam pulls up his arm to take the impact. Jeremy swings the bat down hard.

At that moment, Bobby wakes up with a force, sitting up in bed, while at the hotel Dean, (y/n) and Sam wake up with a force, sitting up on their beds, panting. The trio are panting and Dean looks down at his cup. Then they look over at each other.

Bobby is sitting in bed, looking over the papers from the investigation while Dean and (y/n) were sitting on the bed next to him. "Hey, Bobby. That, uh...That stuff, all that stuff with your wife?" Dean asked and Bobby looks over at him. "That actually happen?" Dean asked.

"Everybody got into hunting somehow." Bobby replied and the two frown. "I'm sorry." (y/n) said. "Don't be sorry. If it weren't for you two, I'd still be lost in there. Or dead. Thank you." Bobby said. "You're welcome." (Y/n) said as Dean only responds with a twitch of his lips. Sam comes in after that, seeing the guys sharing a look.

"So, uh, stoner boy wasn't in his dorm. My guess is he's long gone by now." Sam said and Bobby scoffs. "He ain't much of a stoner." He said as he picks up a picture of Jeremy, looking at it. "No?" Dean asked. "No. His name's Jeremy Frost. Full-on genius. Hundred-and-sixty IQ. Which is sayin' some, considering his dad took a baseball bat to his head." Bobby explains and Dean nods at that.

Bobby picks up another paper and hands it to Sam. "Here's Father of the Year." He said and Sam sees that it's a copy of a drivers license for Jeremy's dad, Henry David Frost. "He died before Jeremy was 10." Bobby said. "Looks like a real sweetheart." Sam said, sarcastically.

"Injury gave him Charcot-Wilbrand, he hasn't dreamt since." Bobby said as Sam puts the paper back on the little side table. "Till he started dosing the dream drug." Dean said. "Yep." Bobby said.

"How'd he know how to dig up your worst nightmare and throw it at you?" (y/n) asked Bobby. "He was rooting around in my skull. God knows what he saw in there." Bobby replied. "Yeah. How'd he get in there in the first place? Isn't he supposed to have some of your hair, your DNA or something?" Sam asked and Dean and (y/n) nod. "Yeah. Before I knew it was him, he offered me a beer. I drank it. Dumbest frigging thing." Bobby said and (y/n)'s eyes widen then she looks over at Dean, who realized he's done the same thing and tries to make it a bit lighter.

"Oh, I don't know. It wasn't that dumb." Dean said then he gives a nervous laugh. (Y/n) runs her hand over her eyes as Sam and Bobby both looks at him with this comment. "Dean, you didn't." Sam said and Dean looks between them. "I was thirsty." He said and Sam scoffs then looks at (y/n).

"I didn't take it." She said. "That's great, now he can come after either one of you." Sam said as he points between Dean and Bobby. "Well, now we just have to find him first." (Y/n) said. "We better work fast and coffee up. Because one thing we cannot do is fall asleep." Bobby said.

Two Days Later

Dean's behind the wheel, Sam is sitting next to him while (y/n) is in the backseat. Dean is clearly pissed over the whole situation. "I mean, this Jeremy guy's not a frigging ghost. Where the hell could he be?" Dean asked, angrily.

"Dean, you sure you don't want me or (y/n) to drive? You seem a little...caffeinated." Sam said and Dean looks over at him. "Thanks for the news flash, Edison." Dean growls. "Baby, calm down." (Y/n) said, in a calm voice. "Calm?! I am calm!!" He yells then his cell rings. He tries to get hold of it but it's turns out it's a bit hard and he mutters indistinctly. He finally gets it up.

"Tell me you got something." he said into the phone. "Strip club was a bust, huh?" Bobby remarks. "Yeah." Dean growls. "That was our last lead." Bobby said, shrugging. "What the hell, Bobby!" Dean yells. "Don't yell at me, boy. I'm working my ass off here." Bobby said, sternly. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just..I'm-I'm-I'm tired." Dean said, more calmer. "Well, who ain't?" said Bobby.

"What's Bela got?" Dean asked him. "What do you got, Bela?" Bobby asked her as she looks over her spirit board. "Sorry. Sometimes the spirit world is in a chatty mood, and sometimes it isn't." She replied, shaking her head, then Bobby turns back to his phone. "She's got nothing." He informs Dean. "Great! Well, I'm just gonna go blow my brains out now!" Dean yells, angrily, then he flips the phone closed and throws it in his lap. He hits the steering-wheel grunting angrily.

Suddenly, minutes later, Dean turns the car on a sideroad instead of continuing on. When they get to a clearing in the woods, he shuts off the engine. "Alright, that's it. I'm done." He said and he slides down a bit in his seat, resting his head on the back of it. "What are you doing?" (Y/n) asked him. "Taking myself a long-overdue nap." He replied.

"What? Dean, Jeremy can come after you." Sam said, worried. "That's the idea." Dean replied. "Excuse me?" (Y/n) said, shocked. "Come on, we can't find him, so let him come to me." Dean said. "On his own turf? Where he's basically a god?" Sam said, questioning. "I can handle it." Dean said. "Not alone, you can't." Sam said and be reaches over and pulls out some of Dean's hair.

"Ow!" Dean exclaims and touches his head where Sam grabbed some hair. "What are you doing?" He asked as Sam hands some of the hair to (y/n). "Coming in with you." Sam said. "No, you're not." Dean said, firmly. "Why not? At least then it'll be three against one." (Y/n) said and Dean doesn't have a response at first, opening and closing his mouth.

"'Cause I don't want you two digging around in my head." he said. "Too bad." Sam said and goes for the items to make the liquid and Dean just looks at them for a moment.

They're both asleep, leaning on the doors of the Impala. Sam wakes up first, clearing his throat. "Guys." Sam said as he hits Dean on his arm and Dean wakes up forcefully. "Jeez. For the love of God." Dean exclaims then looks around a bit, looking extremely tired, while Sam wakes (y/n) up.

"What are we still doing here?" Dean asked as (y/n) rubs her eyes and looks around. "I have no idea." Sam said just as a sound can be heard from outside the car. "There's someone out there." (y/n) said then they get out of the car, looking around.

As they walk in front of the car, music can suddenly be heard. Dean looks behind him and then when he turns around, a corner of the clearing lights up, and there sits (y/n), a different one, on a little blanket and a picnic basket. She was wearing a flowing summer dress, her hair was done up and she was wearing make-up.

Dean just looks at her and she smiles up at him. "Hey. You gonna sit down?" She asked him. Dean doesn't move, he just looks at her. She has a glass of red whine in her hand and she reaches for another glass in the basket.

"Come on. We only have an hour before we have to pick (son's name) up from baseball." She said and holds theglasss for him, giving him another smile. Sam and the real (y/n) were standing a bit behind Dean, taking this all in as Dean just looks at her. He looks over at Sam and (y/n). "I've never had this dream before." He said then he turns back, away from Sam and (y/n).

(Y/n) takes a few steps towards him. "Stop looking at me like that." Dean said. "Dean? Is this what you want?" (Y/n) asked as she nods towards the dream scene. "Dean. I love you." Dream (y/n) said and she smiles.

Suddenly, her entire scene shakes and both her, the picnic, the light and the music disappears. Dean looks around and Sam and (y/n) turn around, doing the same. "Where'd she go?" Dean asked and (y/n) places her hands on her hips. "Right here, you dummy." She said, sarcastically, while Sam is looking into the woods and suddenly Jeremy comes out from behind a tree.

"Guys." He shouts and he takes after Jeremy, who runs off. Dean and (y/n) quickly follow Sam and they run into the woods. Dean looses track on Sam and (y/n), but keeps running in the same direction.

Suddenly he stops and turns, looking around confused. "Okay." he mutters as the woods have turned into wallpaper and Dean is standing in a hallway with doors on both sides.

Sam and (y/n) were still running through them, in pursuit of Jeremy. They come to a clearing, where they stop, panting, looking around. "Dean?!" (Y/n) calls out but no response.

Dean is walking down the hallway towards a door at the end of it. Before he reaches it, it suddenly opens up slowly. Dean stops, watching. The door glides open more, revealing a motel room. A clicking noise sounds out as Dean enters the room. As he comes in, he sees that the motel room looks exactly as the one him, Sam and (y/n) are staying in.

Across the room from the door, sits a man on the chair by the desk. Dean walks further into the room, watching him. "Jeremy?" He asked. The man keeps clicking the on and off button for the lamp on the desk, his back to Dean. He clicks the lamp back on and he turns his head back towards Dean. Dean sees that the man is himself.

Dream Dean slowly stands up, and turns to Dean, who swallows at the sight of himself. "Hey, Dean." Dream Dean said. "Well, aren't you a handsome son of a gun." Dean said as he smiles. "We need to talk." Dream Dean said as Dean nods and begins to walk in a circle, as does Dream Dean.

They're walking in the same direction just across from each other. "I get it. I get it. I'm my own worst nightmare, is that it? Huh? Kind of like the Superman III junkyard scene? A little mano-y-mano with myself?" Dean jokes. "Joke all you want, smart-ass. But you can't lie to me. I know the truth." said Dream Dean.

They stop walking, now having changed places. Dean standing by the desk, Dream Dean by the door. "I know how dead you are inside. How worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror...and hate what you see." Dream Dean said. "Sorry, pal. it's not gonna work. You're not real." Dean said, smiling. "Sure I am. I'm you." Dream Dean said.

"I don't think so. 'Cause see, this is my siesta. Not yours." Dean said and he raises left hand. "All I gotta do is snap my fingers and you go bye-bye." He said and he snaps his fingers once, and nothing happens. Dean snaps again, noticing nothing's happening, and Dream Dean just watches him. He snaps them three more times and then lets his hand fall to his side. The smile gone, but his eyebrows are raised at this.

Dream Dean gives him a nod and looks at him, clearly saying see. "I'm not going anywhere. Neither are you." Dream Dean said and the door slams shut behind him, and locks. All the smiles are gone from Dean's features, taking in the seriousness. "Like I said..." Dream Dean said as he raises his right hand, in which he now has a pistol-grip sawed-off. "...we need to talk."

A bang was heard, and Sam and (y/n) wake up, gasping. They look over at Dean, who's still asleep. "Dean." Sam said and he hits him on the arm. "Hey." Sam said as he hits him on the arm a couple of times. "Wake up." (Y/n) said as she places her hand on his shoulder.

Dean turns but it wasn't Dean, it was Jeremy. Sam only has a second to respond and take in that it's Jeremy and not Dean, and then Jeremy hits him hard in his stomach with the tip of the bat he used earlier in Bobby's Dream. "Sam!" (Y/n) screams as Sam grunts and opens the door.

Sam falls out through the door, face first, still grunting over the pain. Jeremy comes around the front of the car, the bat resting against his shoulder. (Y/n) goes to open the door but it wouldn't open. "No, no, no, no...." she mutters as she tries to open it.

"Boy, you just don't know when to leave well enough alone, do you?" Jeremy said as he walks towards Sam, who's reached the back of the Impala still on the ground, he closes the door Sam fell out through and continues walking up to him. Towering over Sam who's now turned over, looking up at him, still moving backwards.

"You're a psycho." Sam spat at him. "You're wrong." Jeremy said. "Yeah? Tell that to Dr. Gregg." Sam sneers as (y/n) slams her fist repeatedly against the window.

"The doc? No, no. The doc's the one that got me hooked on this stuff and then he took it away." Jeremy said as Sam is lying still on the ground, looking up at him. He leans on the Impala, raising the bat, holding it like he's about to swing, looking down at Sam. "But I needed it, and he wouldn't let me have it." He said as (y/n) goes to roll the window down.

"So you killed him?" Sam asked him. "I can dream again. You know what that's like, not being able to dream? You never rest, not really. It's like being awake for 15 years." Jeremy said as the window was rolled all the way down and (y/n) starts to crawl out.

"And let me guess. That makes you go crazy?" Sam asked as he noticed (y/n) getting out. Jeremy leans down towards Sam, holding the bat out at him. "I just wanna be left alone. I just wanna dream." Jeremy said as (y/n) got out and starts to stand up and walk, cautiously, towards Jeremy.

"Sorry. Can't do that." Sam said. "That's the wrong answer." Jeremy said and (y/n) jumps on his back. The two struggle a bit and Sam tries to get up but he was pulled flat against the ground. He begins to breathe heavily as he sees that he is now tied to railroad spikes, unable to move.

Jeremy and (y/n) struggle and fight a bit until Jeremy yanks the bat out of her hands and swings it at her head. She falls to the ground and then was tied up, similar to Sam. "I'm getting better and better at this. Stronger and stronger all the time." Jeremy said as (y/n) struggles in her binds while Jeremy stands by Sam's feet, now examining the bat.

Sam looks to the side, and Jeremy looks down at him. "But you, your friend and your brother? You're not waking up. Not this time. I'm not gonna let you." Jeremy said as Sam looks up at him and (y/n) gives a look of fear at this.

"I mean, you're going to hell and you won't lift a finger to stop it." Dream Dean said as he and Dean begun circling each other again. "Talk about low self-esteem." He chuckles. "Then again, I guess it's not much of a life worth saving, now is it?" Dream Dean said as Dean mutters to himself. "Wake up, Dean. Come on, wake up."

"I mean, after all, you've got nothing outside of Sam and (y/n)." Dream Dean said and they stop circling each other. They're now back in their original positions. Dean by the door, Dream Dean by the desk.

"You are nothing. You're as mindless and obedient as an attack dog." Dream Dean said and Dean smiles a little. "That-That's not true." Dean said. "No? What are the things that you want? What are the things that you dream? I mean, your car? That's Dad's. Your favorite leather jacket? Dad's. Your music? Dad's. Do you even have an original thought?" Dream Dean asked and Dean scoffs, not wanting to admit to anything. "No. No, all there is is, Watch out for Sammy. Look out for your little brother, boy! Or Watch out for (y/n). Keep an eye out for my daughter. You can still hear your Dad's and (father's name)'s voices in your head, can't you?" Dream Dean said as he motions with the weapon to his head.

"Clear as a bell." he said and Dean smiles. "Just shut up." Dean mutters as Dream Dean takes down the weapon. "I mean, think about it...all your dad ever did was train you, boss you around." Dream Dean said as they're now standing face to face. "But Sam...Sam, he doted on. Sam, he loved. Hell, he even loved (y/n) and she wasn't his kid." Dream Dean said.

"I mean it. I'm getting angry." Dean growls. "Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier and nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument. Your own father didn't care whether you lived or died. Why should you?" Dream Dean asked and Dean snaps.

"Son of a bitch!" He shouts and he pushes Dream Dean hard, and he hits the wall above the desk, landing on it. "My father was an obsessed bastard!" Dean screams, angrily. Dream Dean tries to get up but Dean kicks him down on the desk again. He holds the weapon as a bat and hits Dream Dean once and then pins him to the wall with it.

"All that crap he dumped on me, about protecting Sam. That was his crap. He's the one who couldn't protect his family. He--" Dean yells then he steps back and swings the weapon again, hitting Dream Dean twice. "He's the one who let Mom die. Who wasn't there for Sam. I always was! He wasn't fair! I didn't deserve what he put on me." Dean yells as he pins Dream Dean again.

"The same goes for (father's name) l was always there for (y/n)!" He yells and he backs away from Dream Dean. "And I don't deserve to go to hell!" He screams and he shoots Dream Dean twice in the chest.

Dean lowers the weapon and looks at Dream Dean, who is dead. There's bloodspatter on Dream Dean's face and his eyes are closed.

Jeremy alternates between hitting Sam and (y/n) repeatedly on their legs and knees, both with the bat and with his feet. Sam and (y/n) were grunting through the assault, not able to move.

Dean approaches Dream Dean on the desk, looking at him. Suddenly Dream Dean's eyes flickers open and they're completely black, as when a demon possesses a human. Dean widens his eyes at that as Demon Dean sits up, looking into Dean's eyes. "You can't escape me, Dean. You're gonna die. And this, this is what you're gonna become!" He said in a hard angry voice.

Jeremy is now standing over (y/n), the bat hovering above (y/n)'s chest. "You can't stop me. There's nothing I can't do in here." Jeremy said as (y/n) pants. "Because of the Dream Root." Sam said and Jeremy looks over his shoulder at him. "That's right." He said. "Yeah? Well, you're forgetting something." Sam said and Jeremy turns to Sam.

"What's that?" he asked as Sam looks up at him. "(Y/n) and I took the Dream Root too." Sam said and he smiles. "Jeremy!" A male voice yells. Jeremy turns around and sees his father, Henry, standing at the edge of the woods. "Jeremy!" Henry shouts. "No. No." Jeremy mutters as Henry begins walking towards him.

"Dad?" Jeremy said, confused. "You answer me when I'm talking to you, boy." Henry shouts and Jeremy backs away from Sam, (y/n) and Henry. He no longer has the bat in his hands. "No." Jeremy said and suddenly Sam shows up and hits Jeremy across his face with the bat and continues to hit him as (y/n) gets up and looks on with worry until her and the boys wake up. They look over at each other and then look away.

Dean was on the phone with his back to the door while (y/n) sits on the edge of the bed, her leg bouncing. Dean closes the phone and when he hears the lock being unlocked, he turns around and sees Sam and Bobby entering. "Hey, you guys seen Bela? She's not in her room. She's not answering her phone." Dean said as they close the door and come in.

"She must've taken off or something." Sam said. "Just like that? It's a little weird." (Y/n) remarks. "Yeah well, if you ask me what's weird is why she helped us in the first place." Bobby said and Dean and (y/n) look over at him.

"I thought you saved her life." Dean said and Bobby furrows his brow in confusion. "What the hell are you talking about?" He asked. "The thing in Flagstaff." (Y/n) said and Sam turns around and looks at Bobby. "That thing in Flagstaff was an amulet. I gave her a good deal, that's all." Bobby said and the trio gets confused at that.

Sam turns around and looks at him, confused. He turns back to Bobby. "Well, then why did y-?" Sam started to ask until Bobby gives him a look. "You three better check your pockets." Bobby said and Sam reaches into his pockets, as does Dean and (y/n).

"Not literally." Bobby said and Dean stops what he's doing and slowly looks at (y/n) then up at Sam and turns to the safe in the closet. No, no, no, no." Dean mutters as he walks and goes over to the safe and opens it up. It's empty.

"The Colt." (y/n) said as Dean looks over at them and slams the safe shut. "Bela stole the Colt." Sam exclaims. "Damn it, kids!" Bobby yells as Dean looks at everyone.

"Pack you crap." he orders a Dean walks over to his bag on the couch. "Why? Where are we going?" (y/n) asked and Dean turns to her. "We're gonna go hunt the bitch down." he replied.

Later, the trio are standing by the open trunk, Dean is zipping his bag closed and Sam and (y/n) puts their own in there. "Hey, Sam. (y/n). I was wondering. When you guys were in my head, what did you two see?" Dean asked. "Uh, just Jeremy. He kept us separated from you. Easier to beat our brains out that way, I guess." Sam said and Dean scoffs.

"What about you? You never said." (y/n) said and Dean shakes his head. "Nothing. I was looking for you two the whole time." Dean said as he takes the keys out the lock to the trunk and closes it and they get into the car.

Sam sighs as he sits down in the backseat of the car and (y/n) in the passenger seat.. Dean looks thoughtfull for a while. "Guys." Dean said and Sam and (y/n) look over at him. "Yeah?" They said but Dean doesn't look at them and he clears his throat.

"I've been doing some thinking. And...Well, the thing is...I don't wanna die." Dean said. Sam and (y/n) expression softens, then saddens. "I don't wanna go to hell." Dean said and Sam swallows, not answering right away. He nods his head softly while (y/n) bites her lips then reaches out to Dean. She takes his hand in his then strokes the back of his hand with her thumb.

"Alright. Yeah. We'll find a way to save you." She said and Dean looks over at her, and then looks away nodding. He looks back at Sam then (y/n), a little smile on his lips. "Okay, good." He said and the two nod at him, reassuringly.

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I NEED MORE WOLFIE😭😭😭😭😭

(Love you tho. Even if you don’t write anything, because hello it’s me, I’m proud to read the finished products heahaehehe)

OR GIMME (or us*) HEAD CANNONS OF THEM AT A FUNERAL. that would be something I would PAY to see.

For some reason, I kinda want to just be in the mind of one of them. Just for a day. Yknow? And I’m also debating starting the series over, and I could be texting you this, but hey, I’m bored and too lazy to switch tabs rn. If you do post this, I wanna say hi to everyone. Hit me up. Please. I need more people to appreciate the wolf without thinking I’m into some wattpad werewolf books.

BITCHHHHH I THOUGHT U WERE A RANDOM ASS DUCKLING SO I WAS CONFUSED ABOUT THE TEXTING PART ABBSJSNA. I DIDNT KNOW YOU CHANGED YOUR USERNAME😭

y’all, say hi to my bestie. she’s a fucking nutcase but we love her nonetheless <3

okay, one, fucking reread weak hero. or imma go to your house and find you. two, here’s your request, but go see your therapist. three, don’t hate on the wattpad- yeah, i- i can't justify those.

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, AND FUNERALS, HEARTBREAK, ANGST?

weak hero characters reaction to your death/at your funeral

donald na

you know that one time where kingsley went into donald’s office and trailed off mid sentence because he noticed donald was eating a loaf of bread and zoning out??

that’s his reaction you dying

no emotions, no crying, just an empty, numb feeling in his chest and he can only think of you and not really focus on anything else

he'll be doing something and thoughts like “they would really like this” or “they would fucking hate this” or just picturing your reactions to something that donald’s doing in the current moment will cross his mind

he'll replay past conversations and interactions with you an unhealthy amount of times, suffering through tears. whether he wants to admit it or not, you had an affect on donald.

if you die tragically(say, beaten to death over union bs or jumped or whatever), he’ll punish those mother fuckers. no mercy.

donald'll be more salty and short-tempered to everyone around him. even kingsley isn’t safe.

donald misses you, and he longs to be in your presence one last time, even if it means listening to you complain about how cruel he runs his union.

jake ji

will bawl his eyes out and will probably have a psychotic break down.

he’ll be mental, how dare the universe take you from him?!

the one thing in his life that isn’t tied to the union, you were his little slice of life

a tiny piece of this world that isn’t cruel, someone he can go to.

sure, jake’s got dean and the guys, but they can be assholes sometimes. the one person that would always be there, arms open wide and endless love just for him, you, is gone. and it won't ever change.

all of those late, spontaneous nights at the parks, you pestering him to get him to study, pulling all-nighters watching anime, walking with you to and from school, your bright smile, your laugh, all of those times that you and jake cuddled close and fell asleep. these things will never happen again and jake can't handle that reality.

jake will call you, desperate and foolishly hoping that you'll pick up your phone. but all he ever gets is your voicemail. if you had access to your phone, it'd be voicemail after voicemail of jake violently sobbing into his phone, begging, pleading for you to come back.

wolf keum

his body will have a reaction to your death, but his mind won’t catch up.

with news of your death, wolf will start to tremble, his voice will be useless, and his body is super tense. he might even start crying.

but while all of this is happening, wolf won’t be feeling anything internally. his mind will run blank as he tries to process the fact that you’re dead.

wolf's emotionally numb and the only coherent thought he has is “oh, they’re dead. is this how someone’s supposed to react? what i’m doing now? why is there tears? i don’t feel sad? okay. they're gone. you're gone.”

he saw you this morning. wolf walked you to school. what happened? is this a sick joke?? cause if it is, wolf will beat your ass to death's doorstep himself.

but it’s not a joke and that slams him when he attends your funeral. wolf will be in the back of the room, hands stuffed into his pockets and eyeing your sobbing family and friends warily.

wolf doesn’t participate, hell, he can’t even bring himself to witness you getting buried, but he stays for the eulogy.

just hearing what your friends and family have to say about you kills him.

but it’s also almost like a peace offering at the same time. in what wolf hears about you via everyone else, he realizes that the you that you were around him was only for him. you showed him sides of you that none of these people knew about.

if wolf walked out of your funeral with anything that day, it was a minuscule glimmer of bitter sweet pride that he was the only one that got to love that version of you.

forrest lee

he’s just pissed off. permanently.

cries himself to sleep over you, is sweet to your family at your funeral, and stays through the whole thing

he doesn't know how to process these emotions. grape might lecture him about the 5 stages of grief, but forrest wouldn't be listening.

he'd dig himself a grave, drown himself in whatever he could get his hands on to escape reality.

forrest would pull the dumbest shit and end up driving Hyeongshin into the ground with his carelessness and get beaten a millimeter from death by donald's hands.

but as grape and robin watch on in complete horror and shame, forrest would be on the ground oddly content because maybe, just maybe, donald will deal that final blow and he'll get to see you again.

jimmy bae

he’s a giant softie, he’ll cry until he’s a human raisin as soon as he gets the news.

he won’t say anything to anyone, especially at your funeral. sure, he’ll talk to your family, but it’s short and quiet.

jimmy would definitely stand at your headstone hours after your burial ends. he won’t say anything, but he’s there. and he desperately wants to know if you’re there, too, sitting on your headstone or standing next to him, leaning into his side like you always did when you were alive.

jimmy always complained about you wanting physical affection, but he’d do just about anything now to hear you pout until he let you hold his hand on the walk to school just one more time.

big ben

you broke him. i don't know how else to explain it. ben's screams still haunt whoever was in earshot to this day.

ben's typical optimism and emotional maturity in tough situations will be thrown out the window.

he can't even take care of himself. ben will be too busy laying, numb, in his bed to attend your funeral, but gogo and the others would force him.

bens eyes are dead and he scarily resembles a corpse as he just exists while your funeral commences.

he's a husk of the person he used to be, though it'll take a long while before he's able to start living again.

though, ben will never be the same.

alex go

he disappears. no one knows where he went or if he’ll come back.

ben will try the ocean to see if alex is there, and the first few times he might be, but alex quickly gets sick of being brought back home to where you weren’t there.

alex thinks that if he isn’t in your neighborhood, walking by your school, your favorite store, that cafe you love, you aren’t dead.

it’s easier to process your death if alex is away from all the things that reminds him of you.

alex would drag himself to your funeral and would comfort your mother as your father holds his shoulder and talks about all the things you’d say about alex to them. your dads voice would be wobbly and your mother would laugh through rivers of tears and say how giddy you were after a date with him you’d be skipping through the rest of the week.

if, one day, he does come back, alex won’t say anything. he’ll focus on bettering himself because if he couldn’t protect you from death, what use does he have?

teddy jin

teddy spends his days inside with co. he’s quiet about your death, but not the concerning type of quiet.

it’s almost like teddys pondering why you died, though the cause of your death is public knowledge.

oddly, teddy processes and gets through his grief healthy. he does become more quiet than he was before.

like jimmy, teddy would stand for hours at your burial site. he just can’t nail the reality that you’re gone, even though he sat through and talked at your funeral.

gerard jin

gerard would be suicidal. if he can’t bear the idea that his friend couldn’t perform in his band for one year over burned hands, gerard wouldn’t survive news of your death.

he wouldn’t touch his guitar, and his voice is too weak without you to sing.

he attends your funeral, though, and he tries his hardest to gain the strength to talk to your family.

his mom would hand him your journal/note that you wrote, adamant that this is something he needs to read.

and he does, but he wishes to god that he didn’t.

you wrote to him and about him. every little thing that you two did together, gerard’s quirks that you loved. hell, you even poked fun at him one time or another.

he clings to your words and there’s months of grief in store for him.

when gerard finally starts to get over your death, he’ll write the most beautifully grim song about you.

gray yeon

we’ve all experienced what stephan ann has done to gray, so his reaction to you dying will be almost the exact same.

but this time, gray has friends. ben and alex would help gray start to get back into living again. those two would take him out, starting small and hopefully working back up to what he usually would do before your death.

eugene and gerard would be the silent supporters, eugene being more apt to confront gray and directly asking him what he needs.

rowan and teddy are the two idiots in the corner trying to be serious, but rowan fucks it up and gets smacked by teddy. they’re a distraction for gray, even if for a moment, but a welcomed one.

gray would write to you, telling you about his day and what’s been going on that you’ve missed.

once he’s finished writing to you, he’d walk to your grave and set it down, a small part of him hopeful that somehow you’ll be able to read it.

once he’s more comfortable around your tombstone, gray will take time to sit down and talk to you instead of letters.

eugene gale

poor baby doesn’t know what to do :(

eugene would close up and shun everyone around him.

he’d be mute and refuse to open up to anyone, deciding that suffering in silence is the best way to go instead of bothering everyone else with his grief.

eugene might go as far as to be hostile to ben and everyone else, and that’s when they know something is wrong wrong.

eugene is in desperate silence at your funeral, grasping at air to try and stop himself from crying.

he takes notice of the flowers at your eulogy, oddly. you had never stated what you like regarding flowers, if you liked them at all, so eugene found it odd that there were extravagant bouquets for you.

but when he visits your grave, he’ll bring different types of flowers and, depending on how well the grass above your casket is growing, find out which ones you like.

there’s no logic to this, eugene is aware of that, but it’s something that reassure eugene that you aren’t totally gone.

after months, eugene would sit at your grave and rattle off facts and stories to your head stone just like he did when you were alive.

rowan im

rowan could barely survive through your funeral, having to leave multiple times from sobbing, and visiting your grave is unbearable right now.

he would force himself to stay bright and cheery. he’s the type to make sure that nothing that bothers him will show.

he needs to stay that one friend that can make everyone laugh, ya know?

but more and more, rowan’s grief would seep onto his mask and the group would definitely notice.

it’d start with one quiet day, and then the jokes are less and less, and then for a whole week rowan just gives up.

how’s he supposed to function when you’re gone? you’re his number two, the one person who would go along with his shit and have fun.

how’s he supposed to find fun in mundane things now if you’re not around??

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero x reader

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1-imaginary-girl · 2 years

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I’m a Monster Pt. 2

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You’re haunted by your demon possession and the reoccurring nightmares that have followed. You plan on dealing with it on your own until somebody spills your secret. Reader uses she/her pronouns.

Warnings: Nightmares and comfort

Word Count: 2393

A/N: Wow okay so it’s been a lot longer since I’ve posted than I thought. Apologies for that. I started a new job for the summer and it’s been a lot more strenuous than I thought. It’s made me falter in my motivation since I’m usually too tired, but I’m trying to fix that!

While I work on some new fics, here’s part 2 of I’m a Monster!

Y/N/N = Your nickname

Dean enters the bunker’s library with a question on his mind. One that’s been bothering him for a while but he was afraid to voice his concerns. He didn’t want to believe something was wrong. Now, though, he’s worried. He sees Sam on his laptop sitting at the table and approaches him.

“Have you noticed anything different about Y/N recently?” he asks his brother. Sam looks up from his laptop, confused.

“Different how?” he asks.

“I don’t know, she just seems…” Distant. Tired. Sad. “Off.”

“Not really, no.”

“Real helpful, thanks.” Dean sits down across from his brother. His eyes drill a hole in the table as if it will give him the answers he need.

“I’m sure she’s okay,” Sam tries to reassure him.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Dean sighs. But he isn’t so sure. The two of you haven’t really been spending that much time together which he feels guilty about. He’s just been so caught up in work and he’s sure you are too.

But he misses you. It seems like the two of you never talk or just hang out together anymore. When you go to sleep, you say you’re too tired to cuddle and when he wakes up, you’re already gone. Throughout the day, he feels like you avoid him although he isn’t sure why, or even how long this has been going on.

He’s about to go talk to you when a certain demon appears.

“Hello boys! I’ve missed you,” Crowley says as he descends from the staircase. Dean knows he can’t pop in due to the sigils guarding the bunker, which begs the question...

“How the hell did you get in?” Dean asks.

“With my key.” The boys look at each other, confused. “Surely you didn’t think I wouldn’t make my own?” Dean rolls his eyes, already tired of his presence.

“What do you want?” Sam asks the demon.

“Just wanted to hang out with my favourite hunters,” Crowley says.

“Bored of hell already?” Dean asks, not really interested but trying to figure out the reason for the demon king’s visit.

“It does get rather exhausting. So, what have you boys been up to?” He takes a seat at the head of the table because of course he does.

“Working, like we are trying to do right now,” Sam answers.

“Boring! You guys used to be so fun, hunting this and snarky remark that. What happened to us?”

“We realized you’re an annoyance that we can just tune out rather than a threat,” Dean replies.

Crowley pouts. “Well I’m so glad I came all the way here just to be insulted.”

“What else did you expect?” Sam asks, confused.

“Well surely there must be one fun person around here.” He looks around before seeming to remember something. “Where’s Y/N?”

“Why do you care?” Dean asks, more annoyed than mad.

“I just wanted to check in on how she was doing. My demon, Cora, really did a number on her. Don’t worry, she was punished accordingly. Only I can torment you lot.”

This catches Dean’s attention. “Who the hell is Cora?”

“Did she not introduce herself? Yet another thing we need to work on. She led the group of demons you all encountered a while back. In the barn?” Dean remembers. He can’t seem to get that night out of his head.

Not that any of you really talked about it. The day after it happened, he had yelled at you for being reckless and ruining their plan. He wasn’t really mad at you; he was just scared. Of course, this caused a fight between you but you worked it out. Is that why you were avoiding him? He didn’t think so because it had been so long ago. But maybe…

“Thank you for the pleasant reminder,” Sam says sarcastically as Dean is too wrapped up in his thoughts to respond.

“Hey, I’m on your side! Those guys were out of line and giving hell a bad reputation, though I do applaud their enthusiasm.” The brothers ignore him but Crowley keeps talking. “Anyway, is she still having those nightmares?”

This grabs Dean’s attention. “What?”

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You decide to spend more time in the gun range than usual this morning. Last night’s nightmare really stuck with you and you couldn’t face the boys until you calmed down. You found that shooting a gun can really help by imagining the demon bitch’s face as the target.

Once you had settled down, you go to the kitchen and grab a bite to eat before heading to the library. While walking down the hall, you hear a voice that isn’t one of the boys. Crowley. What does he want?

You pause, however, when you hear your name. You don’t mean to eavesdrop, but you also want to hear what they’re saying about you. You hear Crowley bring up the barn and want to slap his mouth shut at bringing that incident up, the one you have been avoiding. So Cora is the name of the demon that’s been haunting you.

You’re about to turn around and walk away, not wanting to talk about this, when you hear Crowley ask, “Anyway, is she still having those nightmares?” You freeze. Your heart starts to pound fast against your rib cage.

“What?” you hear Dean ask.

You quickly rush into the room before Crowley can say anything more. Though, by the look on Dean’s face, you can tell he’s already said enough.

“Ah there she is!” All eyes turn to you and you try hard to hide your panic but you’re losing your grip on it.

“Have you been having nightmares?” Dean asks you. The one question you prayed you never had to answer. You’ll kill Crowley for this. Dean looks at you confused, hurt, and concerned and you don’t know what to do. So you lie.

“What? No, of course not,” you say, rather unconvincingly.

“Oh come on, it’s obvious you’re exhausted from little to no sleep. Plus, I can hear your screams from hell—”

“Shut up Crowley!” You march over to him with a heavy glare and he looks shocked at your anger. You’re a little shocked too but your emotions are running loose and you can’t seem to gain control back over them.

“Y/N?” Dean asks, obviously wanting an explanation. You look over to Sam and see that even he has put away his laptop and is looking at you with concern. Great.

“Next time you want to talk about my personal business, DON’T!” you yell at Crowley.

“Sorry, chipmunk, I thought they knew. I mean it is kind of obvious—”

“Oh my god will you not stop?!” You give him a crazy look and he shrugs, clearly not concerned with the damage he has just caused. Meanwhile, you’re panicking. You’re panicking and the panic is bubbling up inside of you threatening to burst. You want the ground to consume you whole. You can’t remember how to breathe.

“Y/N.” You turn and see that Dean is now stood up, with an array of emotions displayed on his face. You feel trapped. You don’t know what to say or how to fix this. You’ve been keeping this inside for so long that you’re afraid to let it out. You can’t let it out.

“I can’t deal with this,” you mumble and hurry away to yours and Dean’s bedroom. Of course he follows you, yelling out your name and telling you to stop. But you can’t.

You reach the bedroom and realize stupidly that you are now literally trapped. You hear Dean come in but you don’t turn to face him.

“How long has this been happening?” he asks.

“How long do you think?” You turn to face him and can feel tears stinging your eyes.

“For that long? Why the hell haven’t you told me? How have I not noticed?”

“Don’t feel bad, I hid it from you pretty well,” you mumble, eyes on the ground.

“Clearly not, because even Crowley noticed!” Dean yells and runs a hand down his face. “Jesus Y/N/N, you do look exhausted.” You meet his eyes and it seems to only now have hit him how tired you look as he stares long and hard at you.

“Gee thanks.” He doesn’t laugh or even blink. So much for trying to defuse the tension.

“Why did you hide this from me?” The raw emotion on his face overwhelms you. You bite your lip, not wanting to answer.

You shrug and say, “I don’t know.”

“Don’t give me that, I’m serious.” He walks closer to you and tilts your head up to face him. “Why?”

You sigh. “I guess…you, Sam, and Cas have been so busy lately and I didn’t want to give you another thing to worry about.” Dean’s expression is heartbreaking.

“Are you serious?” You shrug and don’t look at him. “Y/N…I don’t care what I have going on in my life, you talk to me, okay? I mean, hell, you’ve been dealing with this by yourself for a month now?”

“I have it handled,” you whisper. He points your chin up again when you try to look down.

“I’m sure you do, sweetheart. But I want to be there for you. That’s what being in a relationship is, isn’t it?”

“I guess you’re right.” A tear finally slips down your face but Dean catches it with his thumb.

“Come here.” You give in to temptation and sag against Dean. He wraps you in a tight hug and you just let the tears flow.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you sob through the tears but he just shushes you and tells you everything is going to be okay.

“I’ve got you, okay?” Dean says. And for a moment, that’s enough.

You pull away. Dean takes your hand and leads you to sit on the bed. “What are the nightmares about?”

That’s when it comes crashing down on you. Another wave of emotions flood your brain. You flinch and look away from him.

“Whoa, hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to tell me,” he says, rubbing a hand up and down your back but you don’t deserve it. You shake your head and his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“There’s another reason I didn’t tell you about my nightmares,” you say in a low voice.

“You can tell me anything.” He gently grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze. You close your eyes and brace yourself.

“It’s always about that night. We’re back in the barn, and that demon is possessing me. But her thoughts are merging with my own.” You take a deep breath and explain your nightmares to him and by the end you’re sobbing again. You didn’t realize how many emotions have been pent up inside of you until now. “I—I don’t know why but whatever the demon thinks, so do I. And in my dreams, I want you to die. But I don’t, Dean, I swear I would never do anything to hurt you or Sam or Cas or—or—” You start to hyperventilate and it’s then that Dean interrupts.

“Hey, hey, take a few deep breaths for me okay? Everything’s okay.” He talks you through it, and you manage to take a few deep breaths and calm down. “That’s it.”

“I don’t know what’s going on with me. You have to believe that I would never think those things or feel that way.”

“Of course I believe you, why wouldn’t I?”

You hesitate. “Because I don’t think I believe me. I feel like I’m losing control and I don’t know how to get it back.” He pulls you in for another hug and you bury your head in his neck, attempting to hide from the world. “She’s in my head, Dean. She won’t leave.”

He just continues to rub your back. “It’s going to be okay, Y/N/N. We’re going to get through this.”

“What if it’s too late?” He pulls back, leaving his hands on your shoulders. He gives you a confused look. You meet his gaze and whisper, “Do you think I’m a monster?”

Dean’s eyes blow wide open. “What? Y/N, of course not.” You bite your lip to keep from sobbing again. “Y/N you are not a monster.”

“But—”

“No. Listen to me. That demon in your head is getting to you. And because you’ve had to deal with this alone, you are starting to believe her. But I’m here now, okay? And I won’t stop until I’ve sent that demon back to hell where she belongs. Because you, Y/N L/N, are anything but a monster.”

“Really?” you sniffle. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and gives you a soft smile.

“Really.”

“Thank you, Dean.”

“Anytime, princess.” He kisses you on the forehead. “Now, do you promise not to hide these nightmares from me anymore?”

“Yeah I promise.” You give him a small smile.

“There’s my girl.”

†††

That night you have another nightmare. And as always, it ends the same. The boys all dead and you becoming a monster. But tonight, you’ve let your guard down. So when you wake up, you release a scream and Dean is right there to comfort you.

You frantically look around the room to make sure you’re not in that barn anymore. “Y/N, hey it’s okay, you’re safe now.”

You turn to look at Dean and examine every part of his body, running your hands over his chest to make sure he isn’t hurt. He gently takes your wrists in his hands and you look up at him.

“I’m okay, see? No injuries, it was just a dream.”

Still shaking and panicking, you wrap your arms around his neck, crying into him. He shushes you and rubs your back. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry,” you apologize over and over again.

“It wasn’t you. I’m okay. We’re safe.” He holds you until your breathing evens out and then holds your face in his hands. “Do you still hear her?”

You pause and realize the demon’s voice is nowhere to be heard. You shake your head and Dean smiles. “Good. Do you want to go back to sleep?”

You nod and he wraps you in his arms and lays back down on the bed. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear before you drift off into your first good dream in weeks.

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flyingspicystrawberry · 1 year

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Between Us Thoughts!

Starting with episode 3 and will be updating here as I watch because I didn’t do this for 1 or 2 but. Here we go.

My stream of consciousness throughout Between Us Episode 3

First of all, I’m glad it’s immediatley on Youtube. They had a whole thing with last episode which meant I couldn’t watch it right away which was very said. Right, let’s get into the ep.

so Team is skipping swim club again. Why are we still avoiding Win? I know you’re an anxious mess of a human, but come on. I am already seeing something concerning regarding Team's want to exercise. If i analyse this too deeply I’ll get sad so I’m not going to. Yet. 'Win will eat you alive' bestie he BEEN eating Team alive and not in the way you're talking about

OH DID BEE JUST RUN INTO HIS OWN LOVE INTEREST? Or should i say nearly ran over? (Let's fucking go) I wonder if this is the guy from his class that never turned up to lectures that the teacher called out last time?

HAHAHAHA WIN IS WAITING FOR YOU Team you fucking moron of course he's waiting for you, you SKIPPED SWIM PRACTICE this boy is so fucking dumb. 'did you dump him already' - 'DONT TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT AGAIN' Win is already so whipped. Dean you're so right about him making Win this grumpy. I love that Dean just , immediately read Win and figured out what's up with him. - this means that Dean knew about Win and Team from the get go?! Does he just think it's a crush? Does he truly know what they’ve been doing?! Team is so fucking grumpy 'why do i have to be afraid of him' - then as soon as he has to deal with Win he’s IMMEDIATELY LOOKING LIKE A PETULANT CHILD IN FRONT OF WIN sticking out his lower lip like a baby. ARE THERE BITEMARKS ON TEAM'S SHOULDER?! Those look like bitemarks,,, we know Win has a thing for Team’s neck and shoulders don’t we! Team's getting drunk? This never goes well. 'WHY DO YOU CALL HIM HIA?' oh they're so suspicious. oh man. Oh these shots from their first hookup?! We haven’t seen these, right? Oh the way Team is looking at Win is everything! Win's just in this boy's mind 24/7 isn't he? Win telling the friends 'You dont have to be afraid of me' - My mind is making those parallels to the scene in UWMA where win tells team that he doesn't have to be afraid of him?!?!!?!?! there's so much in my brain here, I can’t... Win telling Team he was just worried about him? Then Team asking what right Win has to be protective? I’m going to put my foot through my ciomputer because of these two... THE WAY WIN'S THUMB IS MOVING ON TEAM'S SHOULDER AFTER HIS NIGHTMARE? Also, that was a very quick passing-out-into-nightmare timescale. Four seconds? We’re just going to ignore this.

I can't get over the fact that they just EXPECT Pharm to have food for them, not even a 'hello' but a straight up 'yo do you have food for me?’ Also, those are the sweets that Pharm feeds Team, then Win, then Dean in that iconic scene in UWMA... You can see the way Team's anxiety just sets right in after that comment about the competition.

FUCK we’ve got the backstory. I imagine that’s his older brother? Did his older brother drown, or is it Team who nearly drowned? Fuck, this is going to be painful when we figure out exactly what happened. Win can immediatley sense that something's wrong with Team. oh no. oh he’s traumatised.

I can see Win looking at Team and just thinking that ‘oh it’s adorable... oh it’s traumatised’ meme.

I know that Dean’s supposed to tell Team to train harder because he’s the president of the swim team, but at the same time I don’t agree because Team is a baby who needs protecting. You can see how worried Win is about Team already. Win just, almost forcibly adopting Team is adorable. like 'youre sleeping with me tonight. stop being a baby'.

Are they already borrowing clothes?! Oh god they really just tumbled right into domestic here didn't they.

I see win wears chanel, dior, and gucci fragrance. My man smells GOOD. Also

Win why are you acting all abashed for talking in on team in the shower? You've already railed him, who cares if you see his bare ass again? Team thanking Win for helping him sleep?! No what the fuck I’m so- oh that little kiss, oh he's so in love. It's so fucking cute. He's warm and fuzzy and already just obsessed with win. he might as well be lying on his tummy kicking his feet and tirling his hair.

NEXT EPISODE PREVIEW THOUGHTS: 'you adore team more than any other 1st year, but ifd you're not gonna take this seriously' - 'i didn't want to let it be this way' MY GOOD SIR WHAT THE FUCK. TEAM LOOOKS SO HEARTBROKEN. WHY DO WE HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER FUCKING WEEK.

#between us #between us the series #rambles #sorry about this i needed somewhere to empty my brain

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moaserendipity · 1 year

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Between us ep1 messy review

ITS FINALLY HERE!!! We have waited so damn long for this BL! I think we waited since 2019!!!! It’s almost 2023 guys!! But the wait is over!!! So let’s dive in!!!

We start with both of them waking up. You immediately see the differences in their characters. So is Win up and ready to go, while Team is still in bed and late🤭 Win is looking hot once again, while walking the school grounds!!

AHHH OUR QUEEN IS BACK! And falling into Prueks arms because she tripped! I love this so much! Oh I love how they did this, the way Team immediately got Wins attention by just being there!

Ah I see what they are doing, they are introducing the cast. Okay cool just hope it won’t pull away the attention from the main couple, because that would not be okay!

HELLO DEAN👀 Pruek has it bad already doesn’t he🤭 have you never met the one??…. YES HE HAS, haha Team has his full attention, I love this, love at first sight!

Being hard on Team right away, give the kid a break my sexy man! I get that they want to treat all students the same but what use is that scholarship if you still have to qualify? I mean what if you don’t then you lose your scholarship😲 anyway MY FAVORITE TRIO ARE BACK😍 I missed them so much! Awww of course they will come and support you! He is going to do amazing because it’s Team💪🏻

Really Win you didn’t hear Team?! Come on that’s not cool but why did I forget they stayed in the same dorm🤔 why didn’t I know Santa would be in this? But I don’t mind because he is a great actor from what I’ve seen🥰 gosh who is watching porn….LMAO OF COURSE ITS YATCH🤭 please stop watching all that porn my man! 😂 but he looks HOT👀

Aww Team is nervous, I get it though because he could lose his scholarship! Again I love this friendship! Manow is so relatable😂

Team looking good! Come on you got this! Wins eyes really follow Team around the entire time. I love this🥰🥹 Ah Pruek saw his target as well🤭 ohhhhhh the moment Dean & Pharm spotted each other! It’s so refreshing to see the other pov of this! I am here for it! The tears in Deans eyes, my gosh🥹 Dean really looks like a strict captain! Don’t wanna mess with him or Win for that matter🙈

OH WHAT WAS THAT! I know Team has a trauma but didn’t expect that! I am curious now! Go team though!! 💪🏻 FIRST PLACE AS HE SHOULD!!😍💪🏻 Oh Win, it’s getting obvious now👀 that little head tilt when Team was in the water smiling🤭

Ah this scene. The first actual meeting of Dean & Pharm. I was already devastated when this happened. Poor Pharm crying and why did I always think this was happening in the evening, while it most definitely is during the day🤔 I love how we see that Pharm calls Team because he is upset. I always wondered if Pharm friends had an inkling about what was going on and I love that at least Team did know and didn’t judge him but just tried to be there for him. At first I wondered why Win was following him but it’s probably to make sure everything was okay AND to see what kind of person Team is🥹 also he might think Pharm is his boyfriend? Because they do look close enough for that tbh🤔

Ahhh nice! The Beach! Lmao these 4 hot guys, they make perfect friends! 😂 Teambuilding is always nice to do but I prefer no heavy activities 🤭 ugh I wish I could be in Thailand and swimming in the ocean😍 don’t laugh too hard because there will be karma🤭 sigh of course Team hurts himself. The way Win is treating Team, I mean don’t be too hard on him! The way Team is sulking after those harsh words from Win. Like the dude cut his feet don’t need to tell him he still has to attend training🙈 oh Win didn’t like Team talking back at him😲 but Team made it better by thanking him🥰

Ah Dean staring into the distance. He doesn’t have issues, he just missed something or someone in his life and now he has found that person. He must be so confused but also happy?! Seriously Dean stop standing there, jeez🙈 it’s kind of sad that Win feels like he never had something to call his, thankfully that will change soon because you will have Team all to yourself🥹 Dean is not wrong here! You probably have some walls up Win🥹

Okay Win just go after him. I mean the staring is not going to do anything🤭 Oh these friends, like really don’t pull him away from the food!! Especially not for watching porn🙈 Poor Team he really is innocent isn’t he, gosh he better get a cold shower🙈 also his friends teasing him like that while he definitely is uncomfortable, that’s not cool guys. Not everyone enjoys watching porn with friends…

Team you should get a shower INSIDE, because there you have it. Win on his evening round… (is he a stalker though because he is everywhere👀) Win is teasing but also right in his face, jeez what happened with Hi my name is👀 WOW KISSING ALREADY, I SAY LET’S GO😏

OHHHHHHH HOLY!!! YEAH JUST FOLLOW HIM TO HIS ROOM, LIKE WHY NOT👀🫣 Win really knows what he wants huh… like I get it but damn this is fast, NOT COMPLAINING THOUGH!!

Also the way he asks those question is seriously SEXY! The way he makes sure that Team is not drunk and will remember everything, the way he makes sure he knows where and with whom he is, this is seriously sexy! I LOVE IT!! Consent like this, just wow!🔥

HOLY SHIT LIKE DAMN THAT WAS FIRE! THE FIRE THAT CAME OF THAT NC SCENE LIKE WOW! THE CHEMISTRY, THE WAY I FORGOT TO BREATHE AND THE WAY I EVEN CALLED WIN “Hia Win” jeez…. It’s a Masterpiece. It was perfect!🔥🔥🔥🔥

And they really ended it in the middle of it, like do they love to torture us, probably but damn I need to see more!!!!!!!!!! Those 3 years of waiting were definitely worth it! See you next time👋

#between us #winteam #between us ep1 #bounprem #boun noppanut #prem warut #my messy review #i mean I had to make a review series for this one #i just had to!

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bustyasianbeautiespod · 1 year

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Episode 47 Transcript: The Jesus Special

[intro guitar music]

G: Hello. My name is Grey.

C: And my name is Crystal.

G: And this is Busty Asian Beauties, a Supernatural commentary podcast where I, someone who has seen this show several times…

C: And I, someone who only knows the show through social media, discuss every single episode of Supernatural from start to finish. Also, we are both Asian.

G: Both Asian! For today's episode, we will be discussing Season 3, Episode 3: “Bad Day at Black Rock,” written by Ben Edlund, directed by Robert Singer. This is an iconic episode of Supernatural. Wouldn't you agree?

C: Yeah, I agree. There are a lot of iconic moments, at least. But the episode itself, I feel like I've never heard the name of it before.

G: This is one of those episodes where I know the name, I know it's an important, or at least like, relevant in my psyche episode, but I don't remember the details of the episode until I watched it, and I was like, “Oh, it's this episode. Obviously.”

C: Right.

G: Yeah.

C: I feel like this episode is divided between fun, iconic moments, and then, like, "Who the fuck are these random guys?"

G: Literally. Who the fuck are these random guys? This episode is like, iconic for several reasons, one of them being that -

C: Bela?

G: Well, one is Bela, obviously, and then the other one being that it feels like a later Supernatural episode. You know what I mean? Like, it's not serious or like, it's serious, but like, it has a lot of comedy which is like the trademark of later Supernatural. It has significantly more comedy. So this one, this one is like, it feels kind of like, not a season 3 episode, and I think I remember it for that reason, that it's like, "Oh, it's Supernatural," which to me is a funny show, which we haven't really seen a lot of in these first few seasons, but we see it in this episode.

C: Yeah. Right. And well, it's written by Ben Edlund, who also did “Hollywood Babylon,” right? So he seems to be inclined towards the more light-hearted episodes sometimes.

G: Mm-hm, yeah, exactly.

C: Yeah.

G: Sometimes, though. [laughs] Sometimes not.

C: Sometimes, he does "The Man Who Would be King-"

G: Exactly.

C: - and sometimes he is fucking annoying and doing "Simon Said."

G: Noo! [laughs] Now, I'm thinking about what I said that like, "Later Supernatural is so light-hearted and funny!" and that entire time, the scene that was playing in my head is Steve like, closing up shop, and I was like, "Noo!"

C: Noo, baby!

G: That is so sad. That is the saddest episode of Supernatural.

C: So true.

G: Because like, those seasons are the ones that I think of immediately when I think of Supernatural, and it's funny to me that I'm like, "They're so comedic!" Meanwhile season 9 is the saddest season of all time. Anyway.

So, Crystal, what did you think about- What did you know about this episode before going in?

C: I genuinely had no idea, because the title of it meant nothing to me. But as soon as I started watching it, or like, while I was watching it, I definitely recognized a lot of scenes. Like, the "Dean, I lost my shoe" scene, and pretty much every single Bela scene.

G: Do you think they establish Bela well as as someone who's gonna be a recurring character this episode?

C: Yeah, I think so. Because they build up the mystery of her identity for a while throughout the episode. And, I mean, she's very cool.

G: Yeah, and she had nice banter that's like, actually meaningful and has some, you know, food for thought.

C: Yeah.

G: Yeah.

G: So we begin with a man like, going into a prison area, and you know, he's being swiped down, he's being metal detected, and then, when he enters, he goes to the booth where he's about to talk to a man-

C: Gordon!

G: And the man is [both] Gordon. Yeah. So they start talking about the gates of hell that was opened. But- Gate of Hell? Devil's Gate, right? The Devil's Gate that was opened in Wyoming, and how there's like, hundreds of demons out here now, and it's an army, and Gordon asks if Sam Winchester was there, and the guy, whose- his name is Kubrick- he's gonna be relevant the entire episode.

C: Sadly.

G: Sadly! And he talks, he says that Rob Singer, Bobby Singer was there, and they were all there, and they were trying to stop it-

C: Robert Singer was also there. [G laughs] He was behind the camera.

G: Exactly. And, Gordon was like, "That's not possible. Sam Winchester was involved," blah blah blah. And they they go back and forth between like, "This Sam Winchester looks like he checks out, looks like he's a good guy," and Gordon is going. "No, no, no, no, he's not even human." And then he says, like, "I told you six months ago that there's a war coming, and now the war is here." And he goes, "Sam Winchester [overlapping] must die."

C: So true. Honestly, Gordon deserves to kill Sam. [G laughs] I think it's only fair.

G: It is fair.

C: I mean, his reasons aren't great. Honestly, if he was just like "Sam Winchester called the cops on me, and now you should kill him," I would have been like, "Yeah, go for it." [laughs]

G: I wonder what the interpersonal relationship is like with hunters when, like, you're friends with Bobby Singer, who's like, "The Winchester boys are good," and then you're friends with Gordon, who's like, "The Winchester boys literally called the cops on me, and now I'm in prison, and I was literally trying to kill a monster."

C: Right. Right.

G: And like, what- what would you feel as like a hunters in the middle of that? But yeah, they don't really explore that this episode. It's just this person is like, "I believe both sides, but because God told me-" [both laughing] This episode is hilarious, guys. God literally led him to Sam Winchester. Society if God led me to Sam Winchester. [C laughing]

C: You'd be on your knees [G laughs] praying for a different reason.

G: On my knees for a different reason.

C: Yeah, I- yeah, I didn't do the joke right. [G laughs]

G: Noo! I'm here to correct your jokes.

C: Thank you. This is why we need co-hosts.

Yeah, I guess hunters are more like business associates than like, friends, right?

G: Yes.

C: I think you can handle having two business associates who hate each other.

G: Yeah.

C: Yeah, so we cut to the Impala, and so, Sam and Dean are arguing. Dean's all mad at Sam for being like, for like not killing Ruby and not exorcising her, and Sam says, “Well, she told me that she could help you get out of the deal,” and Dean's like, "Well, you're stupid because she was lying," and also, he says, "She knows what your weakness is. It's me.”

G: Me!

C: Presumptuous! [G laughs]

G: No, but I did go "Aww!" when he said that.

C: I guess it just didn't- I feel like because I interpreted so much of Dean's "sacrifice"- in quotes- "sacrifice" at the end of season 2 as-

G: Yeah, as selfish.

C: Yeah, as selfish, but also that, like, he thinks that Sam doesn't need him as much as Dean needs Sam, I feel like it was odd to me that Dean would say basically, to Sam, “I'm the most important person in your life, and you love me!” Like- [laughs]

G: Yeah, okay, I got it. Yeah, you're right.

C: It's odd. But yeah, I guess Sam's really got no one else going on for him, [both laugh] so.

G: Sorry, Sam.

C: Yeah. And Sam's like, "I'm not talking about trusting her. I'm talking about using her." Rude! Both of you are being so rude today. What did Ruby even do wrong at all?

G: Literally, what has she done wrong? She wasted ketchup. And that was it.

C: Yeah. That was fine. It was a diner ketchup.

G: She was literally the girl who saved your ass.

C: She was literally the girl who saved your ass.

G: She was the girl who saved your ass!

C: And like, when she turns around, her hair does a cool flip. Like, how could you ever be mean to her? [G laughs]

Yeah. So he says that "She has information that we don't have, so we gotta do that." And Dean starts doing that thing where he's questioning if Sam came back as Sam.

G: Yeah. But it was so throwaway, and so like, out of the blue, and so irrelevant to anything else that happened this episode-

C: Yeah, it's really irrelevant.

G: - that it's like, "Okay, whatever."

C: Yeah. Maybe this is something they would have developed if the season had been 22 episodes long, but yeah, it feels out of place.

They hear a phone ring, and it turns out that it's John's phone, which Dean keeps charged in case anyone calls it. Which did make me very sad, imagining like, every time they pull up to a motel, Dean, like, pulling out John's phone and a little charger.

G: Aww.

C: Yeah.

G: I mean, those shit last like, two weeks, probably. So like-

C: That's true.

G: He charges it once a month. [laughs]

C: Yeah, all right, that's fine then. Sadness solved. So the call is from some people who own this storage unit in like, some area outside of Buffalo, and apparently, John owned this unit, and it recently got broke into, so they decide to head there to see what is up.

G: Yeah. So [laughs] this one is so funny.

C: The most irrelevant scene ever. Who give a shit.

G: So Kubrick, the guy from, you know, the prison earlier, is with another hunter named Creedy, and they're in an RV, and they're talking about what just went down with Gordon, and how they're try- how they're trying to find evidence against Sam Winchester, and like, how they don't really know what's going on, they're just working off of Gordon's instincts, blah blah blah. And apparently, Kubrick and Gordon like, have a good rapport, because Gordon is, to Kubrick's eyes, a very good hunter, and like, someone who has saved him several times. And they're trying to track Sam down, and the last time he they saw him was in Nebraska three weeks ago. And [both laugh] like, while this conversation is happening, there is a Jesus through- like, this is like-

C: Kubrick's own personal Jesus.

G: Yeah. They're a Jesus- I don't even know what to call this. What is this? It's like a frame-

C: It's like the opposite of an engraving, but it's also like, made out of rubber or something.

G: It's like, it's popped out. And it's like-

C: Yeah, it's like a Jesus popsicle mold.

G: Yeah! [laughs]

C: But painted.

G: [laughing] It's a Jesus popsicle mold! Noo!

So Jesus popsicle mold [C laughs] is being held by Creedy, and he's like, "What is this?" And he's like, turning into a way because it's one of those things where it's like, if you turn it a certain way, it becomes three-dimensional. Like, it's one of those, right? So he's like, trying to find the 3D spot, and then Kubrick just like gets it, and is like, "Don't play with my Jesus." [C laughs] And while watching this. I was like, "What the fuck is going on?" but what they're trying to do here is to establish that Kubrick is the religious type and the Jesus type, so- because it's gonna be relevant.

C: Yeah. I love that like, all the Supernatural hunters who don't believe in anything have like, these nice rosaries-

G: [laughs] Yeah!

C: - and all these nice Bibles, and then the like, really religious guy has a popsicle mold of Jesus.

G: Literally the most comical Jesus image of all time.

C: Yep.

C: So meanwhile, in the storage facility, Sam and Dean are talking about how like, "Dad kept all these secrets," and Dean’s like, "I spent all this time with the guy, and it's like we barely even know the man." Which, you know, in most contexts, I'd be like, "This is an interesting conversation," but in the context of like, "He has a storage unit," like, whatever. Are you supposed to tell your kids every time you rent out a storage unit?

G: Yeah, Dean is like, "I don't even know anything about my dad," and like [laughing] shut the fuck up! It's literally nothing.

C: [laughing] Yeah.

So they go out into this room, and there's like, some kind of Devil's Trap thing drawn on the ground. They see bloody footprints, and there's a tripwire where, if you trip it, then it sets off this shotgun. Yeah. So they look around for clues. They see two sets of footprints, and as they go further inside, Sam sees that John kept a 1995 division championships soccer trophy that he won-

G: Aww.

C: - and that did make me emo because, you know-

G: Who cares? [laughs]

C: Soccer- soccer's the thing that Sam and John had that big blowout fight about because Sam wanted to do it instead of crossbow hunting! G: Yeah. So even then, he's still proud of Sam's- consolation prize, probably. [both laugh]

C: Yeah. And then [laughs] Dean says, "It was probably about the closest you ever came to being a boy"? Which-

G: Yeah. I don't even know what that means.

C: What is he saying? What does he mean? Like, obviously like, trans rights for Sam, but like, what's happening? [both laugh]

Yeah. So- and then the thing of Dean's childhood that John kept was Dean’s first sawed-off, which is-

G: A type of gun, yeah.

C: It's some kind of gun thing that Dean made when he was in sixth grade, which, you know, is also a sad thing. And in a further room, there's like, a bunch of weird weapons, and then there are a bunch of curse boxes, which are boxes where you put cursed objects in them so that they don't have power anymore. And they notice that there's a box missing, and Dean says, "Well, maybe they didn't open it," and it cuts to...

G: A bunch of guys trying to open a box. [both laugh] So like, these guys are- Do they have names? Oh, yeah, Grossman is the name of the other guy.

C: Wayne and Grossman. Imagine being named Gross Man. Like, no wonder you turned to a life of crime. So would I. [G laughs]

G: So Grossman is trying to convince the other guy to open the box, and the other guy is lying on the couch with his arm bloody because he's been shot trying to bring in the item-

C: Yeah. Did you think these were Kubrick and Creedy at first? I was like, "They don't look like how I remember them."

G: [laughs] No. I knew they were different from them.

C: There are many new characters in this episode. Like, there's too many like, buddy cop duos in this episode, you know?

G: There's so many duo, you're right,

C: And it's like, "Ugh, how am I supposed to remember all these people?" [G laughs]

G: Well, so the other guy is just complaining that, like, "I got shot, and you want to open that box?" But like they were like, "We're gonna deliver this box to whoever we're gonna deliver it to for just a couple of hundred bucks, but like, if we open it, and it turns out to be completely, you know, valuable, then we can earn that money ourselves." So Grossman does open the box, and when he opens it, there's a lot of fanfare, there's a lot of music that's like, [gasping] but he open it, and it's just a rabbit's foot.

C: Mm.

G: So Wayne holds it up, and is like, "I almost died for a rabbit's foot?" Which, he's so dramatic. It's just a shot in the shoulder. [C laughs] Shut the fuck up! [C laughing]

C: I mean, blood loss can be pretty bad. [G laughs]

G: You'll have shoulder pain for the rest of your life, but that's a price to pay for breaking into a storage unit.

C: That's the price to pay for making Bela happy. I think it's worth it.

G: Exactly. Anyway, you know, they're both like, confused and kind of pissed about this when the, I don't know, motel owner, whatever, comes in, and is like, "Hey, why are you guys so noisy? Can you guys keep it down?" And then he looks over at Wayne, who, again, is bloody, and he goes, "What happened to you?" and he's like, "I was shot," and the guy goes, "Well, good for you. I'm a military medic!" or something, and he's like, "I'm gonna fix you up! I guess it's your lucky day!"

C: Dun-dun-dun!

G: Dun-dun-dun. I actually don't know- They make it seem like a rabbit's foot is a thing.

C: Yeah, it is a thing.

G: What is it?

C: It's like a lucky charm the way that, like, a four-leaf clover or like, a horseshoe-

G: Oh, okay, got it, got it.

C: Yeah.

G: That's very morbid. Like, a rabbit's foot-

C: Oh yeah, that you have to find a rabbit and cut off its foot?

G: Yeah, I feel bad. I used to have a rabbit!

C: Aww.

G: Come on , guys.

C: Yeah.

G: Yeah. I used to also be- like, we had a rabbit, and then also, I was obsessed with the concept of eating our rabbit [C laughs], because there were like, rabbit meat in the supermarket. But it was so expensive, so like, my mom never, never bought it, but every single that we would go, I would go there and be like, [fearful] "The shape of this lump of meat is exactly like the rabbit that we have at home!"

C: Aww.

G: And it was, you know. And whenever, like, sometimes my parents would joke around about like- because the rabbit's name is Muimui, and they were like, "Let's just eat Muimui!" And I'll cover the rabbit's ears and be like, "Noo! Don't say that around him!"

C: [laughing] Aww.

G: Yeah. I miss my Muimui! He is dead.

C: Aw, I'm sorry.

G: Anyway, Sam and Dean find these guys, though, because apparently, they parked in front of a- what's it called?

C: Traffic camera?

G: A traffic camera, and their plate number is CNT something something. When your plate number is CNT, that automatically means Connecticut? Or like, that's just the shortcut for Connecticut, and Dean was like, "Connecticut!" Or is there a Connecticut on the plate number?

C: I think there was just a Connecticut- like, the state is on the border of the license plate, so -

G: Oh, okay, got it. Is Connecticut a state?

C: Yeah.

G: Damn. Alright. What's Cincinnati? That's different, right?

C: That's a city in Ohio.

G: Okay, got it

C: Wayne and Grossman are playing poker, and Wayne, the one who touched the rabbit's foot, keeps getting really really lucky cards, and he starts realizing that he actually can't lose, and maybe the rabbit's foot actually works. And they're about to head out to the casinos when Sam and Dean bust in with their guns and demand the box back. And they see that it's been opened, and they see that what's been inside of it and no longer is inside of it is the rabbit's foot. So there's like this, I guess, comedic-ish fight scene where like- I don't remember the specifics of it.

G: I mean, everything just goes wrong for Sam and Dean until Sam gets hold of the rabbit's foot, and then everything goes right for them.

C: Yeah.

G: That's pretty much it!

C: That is pretty much it.

G: Which is sad, because these fight scenes are the funny parts of the episode.

C: Right, and we can't describe them.

G: It's not funny to describe them, though, like, yeah. So.

C: Yeah, it's just slapstick, you know, like, bookshelf falls on someone, Looney Toons physics.

G: Yeah, and it's like, there's a scene where like, Dean stands up and the guy points the gun somewhere else, but still hits Dean with the gun, like as with the body of the gun, and it's like, Dean falls, "Ah! Ow!" It's funny like that. But yeah.

C: Yeah. Love to see the Winchesters get beaten up. [G laughs]

C: So yeah, Sam has the rabbit's foot. He has touched it. And they go over to a Biggerson's, which- is this the first time that Biggerson's shows up in the show.?

G: I'm not sure, but you're probably right.

C: Okay, yeah. I know Biggerson's is very important because there's a little montage with cut scenes of Cas at a bunch of different Biggerson's. So yeah, so they're in the parking lot of this restaurant, and Sam's looking through John's journal for information about the rabbit's foot. Meanwhile, Dean has bought out a bunch of lottery tickets and keeps scratching them out to show that he has won like, tens of thousands of dollars.

G: They're so real.

C: Yeah. Right. And Sam's like, "Well, okay, but this is definitely cursed," and Dean's like, "Okay, yeah. But you just won $1200, so whatever." Meanwhile, Wayne and Grossman are lying there, beat up, and this beer bottle rolls over into the kitchen, and like, there's a lot of focus on it, so you know something is gonna go wrong here.

G: Yeah, it's like, beer bottle, and then like, on the sink, he props up the things on the sink to wash his face, and one of the things he props up is a carving knife. And it's like, "Okay, we get it. He's gonna fall on it and die."

C: [laughs] Yeah.

G: But it's so fun when it happens. It's still like, "Ooh!"

C: Ooh! He fell on it and died! Yeah, stabs him through his throat-

G: Yeah. I don't think it's that sharp, though. Do you think like, in real life that can happen? Like, a carving knife just through your skull?

C: No, well, it goes through his throat, not his skull, right?

G: Oh, really? Like the base of his neck kind of situation?

C: Yeah, kind of, yeah. And then it's like, sticking out through his mouth, and he's like bleeding and shit.

G: Ugh. Fun.

C: Fun!

G: We go to Dean and and Sam, and they're like, at a restaurant lot. And Dean is still doing the whole like, scratching cards, blah blah blah, while Sam is standing in the corner talking to Bobby. And Bobby is saying that he made the curse boxes, actually, so he knew about the storage unit. And the rabbit's foot is like, serious stuff, like, it's "real hoodoo," and it was made like, a hundred years ago, which at this point is like, 1907, right?

C: Yeah.

G: I feel like the whole like, "hundred years ago" thing doesn't work for our era now, because, like, 1920 doesn't seem that long ago.

C: Yeah.

G: You know what I mean?

C: Yeah, I mean, there was a world war going on and shit.

G: Sam says it's, "Oh, it's one hell of a luck charm." But Bobby clarifies that it's not a luck charm, it's actually really cursed, because yeah, it gives you luck, but after you lose it, your your luck just goes to shit. And Sam's like, "Well, I just won't lose it, then!" [C laughs] And Bobby says, "Well, everybody fucking loses it, you idjit." Or- he doesn't say idjit yet. He says that later. And Bobby says like, "Everybody loses it, but I'm gonna look for a way to destroy it. Let me consult my library and stuff." And then he ends the call, and also, all throughout this call, Sam is fiddling with a newspaper that's lying on the ground, and then he fiddles with it enough a gold watch shows up underneath it [C laughs], which I thought was funny.

C: Yeah, it is.

G: Anyway, Dean-

C: If Bobby can figure out a way to destroy it, what was the point of the curse boxes?

G: No, yeah, you're right! What is the point?

C: Maybe John would have sold it for more ammunition if he had to.

G: Exactly.

G: Anyway, they're up fifteen grand, you know, 'cause of the scratch tickets. That's a lot, right? 15 grand?

C: Yeah, that's fifteen thousand dollars. Let me convert that to Philippine pesos. Uh... where does the comma go? ₱885,000.

G: Oh yeah. That's a lot.

C: Yeah.

G: But it's not fifteen million, which is- no, it's not 1.5M, which is what Bela is gonna sell the rabbit's foot for. But not bad.

C: Yeah, yeah, she did not recoup her costs. So- or recoup her losses. Whatever. Okay. [both laugh]

So Sam and Dean, they go inside of Biggerson's. Dean says something about like, they should hit Vegas with the rabbit foot and like, do Rain Man. I don't- What is Rain Man about?

Yeah, okay, okay, I am right. Okay, this is a win for autistic Sam truthing.

G: Why? What is Rain Man?

C: I mean, I think it's- it's a movie about some guy who... Okay, yeah, I think the main character is based off of a quote unquote "autistic savant."

G: What the fuck is a savant?

C: I think it's just someone who has like, really high skills in a certain area?

G: Oh, okay, got it, yeah. [laughing] He's an expert at autism. [both laughing]

C: No, but I think it's like, someone who's disabled but has a lot of skill in a certain area, like, usually it's like a intellectual disability, plus like, a skill in a certain area. I'm not entirely sure. But yeah. Yeah. Sam is an expert at autism. [both laugh]

So they go in to the restaurant, and then there's like a whole, like "Congratulations!" and like, streamers going down on them because apparently they're the one millionth guest at this restaurant. They have a free meal-

G: For one year!

C: For one year.

G: Fun!

C: And they have a lot of photos being taken. And I was like, "This is gonna be plot relevant, right?" And soon, it was. So that's fun. And after that, we're back to Kubrick and Creedy [laughs], and it's just a brief exchange where Creedy is like, "We should go get food somewhere," and Kubrick's like, “Yeah, okay, I have like, canned peaches," and Creedy is like, "No! I'm trying to ask you on a date!" No, but he-

G: [laughs] Noo, here's what he said. "I have canned [both] everything." [laughs] That is so real.

C: Yeah.

G: Good for him.

C: Yeah, but no Creedy says like, "No, let's go to this restaurant that I know of that's really nice-"

G: And romantic-

C: "We should go on their website-" and romantic-

G: "And has homey atmosphere, beautiful lighting, someone playing [both] a violin on the side..." [laughs]

C: Yeah. "We can hold hands across the table," etc. But yeah, he's like, "Let's go on their website to look at the menu." Oh, also, apparently, there's a shot that shows that there's a "Jesus fish" on the window of the RV? What the fuck is a Jesus fish? Why didn't I catch that?

G: That's- wait, I'm not sure. I mean, the Jesus fish is like, an actual symbol of Jesus.

C: Oh, like there's a fish called the Jesus fish?

G: But I'm not sure- I'm not sure- No, there's like, a symbol that's like, fish-shaped, vaguely fish-shaped that's like, you know, a Jesus symbol.. I'm sure if you look up "Jesus fish" you'll find it.

C: Okay, yeah I'm looking it up. So it's just like, a fish and then sometimes, they write "Jesus" inside of it.

G: It's called an "ichthys"? I'm not sure if I'm pronouncing that right.

C: Mm.

G: Sometimes they write Jesus inside it, but like, that symbol, like the-

C: Yeah, the two curved lines-

G: The sideways omega symbol, like that- [C starts laughing, G joins in] That's the Jesus symbol. [laughing] What?

C: [laughing] Nothing.

Wait, okay, what is that post about how like, if omegaverse was a real thing in the world, then that means that Jesus would have had to have a designation. And how there's an actual-

G: [laughing] Noo! Well, he's the alpha and the omega.

C: Yeah, the line in the Bible that says that "I am the alpha and the omega."

G: Yeah.

C: Good for him. Good for intersex Jesus. [G laughs] So-

G: Whenever we go to church, [laughs] there's like a symbol on the church door that's like, the alpha and omega symbol, and every time, I do laugh. Every time I'm like, "Haha, that's funny." So I love how the Internet has rotted my brain.

C: Yeah. So... where were we?

G: Oh, I think it's my turn.

C: Yeah, it's your turn.

G: So they're in the Biggerson's. They're seated now, and they're talking, and a waitress comes up, and it's like- the way they shoot her, it's like, you know how in Tom and Jerry and they don't show the adults?

C: Yeah.

G: They do that thing where it's like, just her body, but you can't see her head. For a while, but you do eventually see your face. She pours like, coffee, but then it spills over, and it's like, "Oh noo! Let me mop that up," and the way they they do it, it's supposed to be like she's flirting with Sam-

C: Right, like, I think it's supposed to be like, "Ooh, like, cleavage" [laughs] or whatever, I don't even know.

G: No no no! It's just like, she's like leaning towards him, you know, and the way she's mopping the coffee is like, so exaggerated that it's like, "Oh, she's putting on a show for Sam Winchester." I think that's the vibe. I don't think it's cleavage necessarily. I don't think we see her cleavage.

C: Yeah, yeah, I think that it's a high-collared shirt. Yeah, and Sam and Dean are being so fucking horny about it. [G laughs] It's like, embarrassing for them

G: Like, she walks away, and then she looks over, and like, Sam and Dean are like, [dazed] "Huh? Huh. Hm." [C laughs] And then Dean was like, "Well, if you're ever gonna get lucky..." And Sam-

C: Right. What are the consent issues-

G: I know!

C: Are there consent issues in terms of getting sex by having a rabbit's foot?

G: I know.

C: Well, we'll never know.

G: We will never know. Thankfully! I don't- [laughs] you know what? I don't want to know.

C: Yeah.

G: Anyway, just as Sam was like, trying to get up, the coffee spills over on him, and then, he sends a tray flying up, and Sam and Dean are like, "Oh, no! Did you lose the rabbit's foot?" and Sam goes to his pocket, takes it out, and it's not there! Dean goes, [deepens voice] "Son of a bitch!" [C laughs] and then we cut to-

C: Woo!

G: Bela, who is wearing this uglyass wig.

C: So ugly.

G: Truly atrocious. Truly so ugly.

C: I can't believe they were attracted to her when she was in that

G: She looked like Edna from like, what's that? You know- you know what I'm talking about.

C: The Incredibles?

G: Yeah. [laughs] She looks like Velma from Scooby Doo, who is a lesbian icon-

C: Who is a lesbian icon.

G: - and Edna from The Incredibles combined.

C: Yeah, who is also a lesbian icon.

G: Yeah, you know what? They're all lesbians to me.

C: Yeah. Bela is a lesbian.

G: You're so real. And she takes off the wig, and it reveals her beautiful brown hair. Is it brown? I think it may be a blonde.

C: I would consider her blonde.

G: That would be blonde, right?

C: Yeah, we forgive her for her sins. [G laughs]

G: Her sins being that she's British and she's blonde.

C: Yeah, it's difficult, but you know, sometimes people are worth it. [G laughs]

G: Yeah. And there's- it's like, in slow motion, music is playing, and it's super fun! And then yeah.

C: Yeah, and she specifically has the rabbit's foot with her, and it is wrapped in a towel, so she has not touched it, but she does have it.

G: Exactly.

C: Yeah.

C: So Sam and Dean are like, "Ah, shit! We gotta go after her," and as they run, Sam just fucking falls on his face.

G: Exactly, yeah.

C: Hilarity. His jeans get torn.

G: Ripped! Yeah.

C: Ripped really badly. What a fashion icon. Ahead of his time.

G: Exactly.

C: Yeah. When did ripped jeans become like, a big thing in your peers? I feel like it took me- I feel like I wasn't until, like fifth grade or something.

G: I remember- you know what? You're probably right. Because I remember, I only started wearing pants- because I was always a dress person when I was younger, like skirts, dresses. I only started wearing pants when I moved out, essentially, like, went to high school in a different city. And I already was doing ripped jeans at the time, so that was like, seventh grade, right? So probably like, sixth grade is when it came into fashion.

C: Yeah, that makes sense.

G: So that's your fifth grade.

C: Yeah, yeah.

G: I mean, like, I remember vividly that like, I really liked Five Seconds of Summer [laughs] when I was younger.

C: [laughing] Yeah? Uh-huh?

G: Like, around that age. And most of my- like, I went into high school, and I was like, "Well, I need to buy clothes, because, you know, I'm going to a new place." And the entire time, I was like, "Well, you know what my fashion choices would be based upon?" [both laughing] It will be based on Dean Supernatural [C laughing] and Five Seconds of Summer.

C: So real.

G: And so I just bought ripped jeans, plaid shirts, like, that was my attire. [laughing] And it still is! I still go out in that shit! [both laughing] So yeah.

C: Oh, god. This is your brain on Supernatural

G: And Five Seconds of Summer.

C: And Five Seconds of Summer.

So now, like, Dean's like, "I wonder how bad your luck is gonna turn." And obviously, we cut right to Kubrick and Creedy on the Biggerson’s website, and they see, on the front page, a photo of Sam and Dean Winchester.

G: Yeah.

C: But before they see the photo, they're like having the most inane conversation where Kubrick's like, “Oh, yeah, that looks good. I like when they drop the whole onion in the fryer.” [both laughing]

G: I was- when he said that, I was like, "He's being sarcastic," but he says with a completely straight face-

C: Yeah. He likes it when they drop the whole onion in the fryer!

G: He does like it. Yeah.

C: My god.

G: You know what? We don't get to see enough male friendships that are like, this wholesome in media. I feel like men really are just like this. They're like, "Yeah, the- [C laughing] the onion in the fryer was really good!" So-

C: What's the Tumblr post that's like, "I went out with my bro to like, an Outback Steakhouse, but-"

G: [laughing] "And then he ordered-!"

C: "He ordered a Bloomin' Onion, thus turning this completely platonic hangout into a [overlapping] romantic tryst." Yeah.

G: So real.

C: That is Creedy's goal, but, alas, Jesus has stopped them. [G laughs]

G: I love- I honestly think it's so funny, the whole Jesus thing that they are doing in this episode.

C: Yeah, I agree.

G: It's fucking hilarious. You know what? People who are into Jesus really are just like this. [both laughing]

C: Are you speaking from personal experience? [G laughs]

Right, so like, when they see this picture, like, Kubrick, looks up into the sky, and he's like, "Oh my god, thank you Jesus for sending me here," blah blah blah.

G: [laughing] I know! "Sending me Sam Winchester," yeah.

G: We cut to the apartment or the motel room or whatever from earlier, and it's Grossman holding a picture [C laughs] of the guy who just died.

C: [laughing] Sorry, Grossman!

G: And it's so funny. It's genuinely hilarious. What even goes on? And he's like crying, and he's holding like a liquor bottle. I'm not sure. I think it's a clear liquor. And he's like, pouring it on the floor as in like a "This is a tribute to my bro."

C: Yeah. I mean, like, we do pour like, alcohol on graves sometimes.

G: Oh, yeah, of course. They do that in Supernatural, too, which is how I learned that people do that.

C: Yeah. Oh, I learned it from like going to my grandfather's grave and watching people do it. [laughs]

G: Yeah?

C: Yeah.

G: That's fun, yeah.

C: It is fun.

G: Is it like a Chinese thing, or is it like, that's just something people do everywhere?

C: I don't know if it's a Chinese thing or- yeah, it might just- I mean, if it happens on Supernatural, it probably happens in America and China, at least.

G: You know who they do it to?

C: Is it Bobby?

G: No, no, no.

C: Rufus?

G: It's Rufus! Yeah.

C: Yeah. Aww.

G: Because he likes the Blue Label Johnnie Walker, and like, when he's introduced, they were like- Bobby was like, "Yeah, get him a Blue Label." And so that's why he lets Dean into the house, because Dean is like, "And I got you this!" [both laugh] And when he died, they poured a Blue Label bottle on his grave.

C: Aww.

G: RIP.

C: RIP.

G: I miss him every day. I haven't met him yet in this podcast, and yet I miss him every day.

C: I haven't met him yet at all, but he is one of my ex-fiancee's favorite characters, so I trust that I will like him.

G: He is so fun. He feels like a person, he's well fleshed-out, etc etc. Love him.

C: Yeah.

G: And his dynamic with everyone that surrounds him is so fun. And like, we've all said that Bobbyrufus is the-

C: Yeah.

G: But they are, though. [laughs]

C: Yeah. They are

G: The door opens, and it's Sam and Dean. And Dean is literally holding a gun. And it's like, what a way- you know what? Dean's method of deescalating a situation [C laughs]: Show up unprompted, holding a gun. And then that's the end of his-

C: [laughing] He got Grossman through a hard time by making it worse!

G: [laughing] - by making it worse. And he's like, "Well, who gave you the instruction to steal the rabbit’s foot?" And he was like, "It's a woman, right?: And Grossman was like, "How did you know?" And Dean says, "Because she stole it back from us." And while Grossman's laughing about this, Sam's like, "This is serious, man! Listen to us." And then he falls over [C laughs], and then, you know, and then Dean is facing forward because he's trying to be intimidating, but he's like, [tough guy voice] "Sam, are you okay?" And Sam's like, "Yeah." And as he's pulling himself up, Grossman is like, "I'm not gonna tell you her name," blah blah blah. Dean was like, "You can not tell us her name, but, like, your friend died because of this cursed object, and you know it, because you've seen it do its work, and it's gonna kill more people. It's gonna kill my brother, etc. And I know you're scumbag and a thief-"

C: [laughs] Christ.

G: "- but you're not a killer," and he says [laughs], he says, "I can read people."

C: [laughing] Yeah!

G: "And you are a thief, a scumbag, an asshole, a terrible person, your dad didn't love you-" [both laugh]

C: "I hate you, you're disgusting, give me two hundred dollars..."

G: "But you're not a killer." And Grossman's like, "Yeah, you're right."

C: Jesus Christ.

G: Yeah. He- It's funny, though, because this is- they do a callback to this later, and it's incredibly funny.

C: It's worth it for the callback. I- Dean is so like, high and mighty to Grossman and Bela this episode. And it's like, I mean, he did credit card fraud. Like, how is it different?

G: He literally- like, he thinks of himself as such a Robin Hood hero, you know?

C: Yup.

G: And he has his moments, but come on. Come on, Dean.

C: What this man did was he stole a box from an abandoned storage facility whose owner is dead that you never even knew about, so literally, what was gonna happen with the box anyway?

G: Yeah. It's not his fault.

C: Yeah.

G: And his friend just died. Come on, Dean!

C: Yeah.

G: Noo!

C: What?

G: I mean the next scene is like, Kubrick and Creedy are in a van, and apparently, the van is like covered with stickers about Jesus. "Bethlehem or Bust"? [both laugh] That's one of the stickers.

C: Good.

G: God. He's so funny.

C: It is.

G: Does he come back? I don't think he does.

C: It seems like he would, but yeah, I don't think he does. I don't know.

G: But it will be so funny if he comes back, and he's like, still the Jesus guy. I want to see a Kubrick conversion arc where he's like, he becomes disillusioned with religion, and he realized it was just a rabbit's foot.

C: Yeah.

G: And he becomes just like me. He's just like me for real. [both laugh]

C: [laughing] Being gay, finding a cursed rabbit's foot, we all find different paths out of religion.

G: Exactly.

C: Yeah. I want to see him interact with Godstiel. I feel like that would be fun.

G: Yeah. They should kiss. [C laughs]

C: They should.

C: So yeah. So Kubrick and Creedy are yeah, near their RV. Apparently, Creedy's been searching Biggerson's to see if Sam and Dean are there, but Kubrick’s like, "No, don't worry. We'll find them. Because there's a higher power at work here."

G: Wait! [laughs] Wait. The rest of the stickers- I said "Bethlehem or Bust." But let's talk about the rest of these stickers. "How would Jesus drive?" Which is like, I get that, It's like, you know, be kind on the road. I get that. "'Don't make me come down there.' - God." [both laugh]

C: Yep.

G: That's hilarious.

C: It is hilarious. What a man!

G: Yeah. At least he has a sense of humor, you know?

C: Yeah.

G: I mean, if you're gonna be religious, you have to be funny about it.

C: I agree.

So Dean gets a call from Bobby. But, you know, the important thing that's happening is Sam in the background, who [G laughs] steps on a wad of bubble gum, and then decides that the best way to deal with this is to try to scrape it off his shoe by like, scraping his shoe against a grate, and then his shoe falls down the entire grate.

G: [laughs] Yeah.

C: And he looks so fucking wet and pathetic this entire scene. It's great. I love him. I feel like this scene has been in like every single Sam AMV that I've seen that's made by someone who doesn't care about Sam.

G: Yeah, because it's in the- it's in the scenepack.

C: Yeah, in that one YouTube compilation of like "Sam funny smiling moments," or whatever it's called. Yeah.

But yeah, so what Dean is doing on the phone is that Bobby says that like, "I found this cleansing ritual that'll like, neutralize the rabbit's foot." And Dean's like, "Yeah, but uh... Sam lost it." He says, "This hot chick [laughs] stole it from him." And apparently, she had a an alias that she gave the guy that she hired. He said, "Luigi or something?" But it was Legosi.

Do you think- What do you think Dean thinks about Chris Pratt in the Mario movie?

G: [laughs] Well, we know he likes to whoo-hoo [C laughs], so.

C: [laughing] Isn't that a Sims thing?

G: No, like, "Whoo-hoo!" That's a Mario thing, right?

C: Okay, yeah, that is a Mario thing.

G: Yeah.

C: Yeah. So Bobby realizes that, "Oh, well, that is Bela's alias. Her name is Bela Talbot." And Dean asks if she's a hunter, and Bobby says, "Pretty frickin' far from a hunter, but she knows her way around the territory." Apparently, she was in the Middle East earlier, but now she's back. And he knows a little bit about where to find her. And after Dean hangs up, Sam is standing there looking like a kicked puppy, and he says, [sadly] “I lost my shoe.” What a king. Love him!

G: Yeah. Also, this is the part where Bobby says for the first time, "ya idjit!"

C: Oh!

G: Which is his tagline. Yeah. He says it when he's telling Dean to look out for Sam. And it's a tagline, this is where it begins. Good for them. I love how it's like already- Like, when did they edit this transcript? When did they make this transcript? Because in the transcript I'm reading right now, it has- it's already spelled "idjit," like the way they spell it. But like obviously that's, you know. Like, I wonder if in the script they were like, "And he's going to say idjit, but he's gonna say it this certain way. He's not gonna say 'idiot.'"

C: Yeah.

G: I- yeah.

C: Yeah. Fun times.

G: Anyway, [laughs] Sam lost his shoe. [both laugh] And next we know, Sam and Dean are like, driving to a motel. And Dean is on the phone, and it's like, "Oh, yeah, Bela is in Queens. It's gonna be two hours away. But you're gonna stay here in the motel because I'm not gonna let your bad luck get us both killed." So they open the door, and they enter the motel, and Dean was like, "You sit there, don't do anything, don't even scratch your nose," [C laughs]. Sam was like, "Okay," and Dean goes out, and Sam immediately scratches his nose, which I love.

C: Yeah. Good for him.

G: So Bela is in an apartment in Queens. She looks affluent, you know. She looks rich. And you know what?

C: What?

G: I feel like Supernatural should have had more British people who were not rich. Like Tamara was like, she had a nice accent, you know? We need someone with a Cockney accent. [laughs] Is that what it's called?

C: Yeah.

G: Yeah, someone who's like, "What's up, bruv?" [both laugh] That's not-

C: [laughing] I don't know how accurate that is, but yes, I agree with the sentiment.

G: Yeah, we need a bruv to be in Supernatural.

C: Yeah,

G: Anyway- Wait. There's actually quite a bit of British people in the show.

C: Well, there's Crowley.

G: Yeah.

C: There's the whole Men of Letters.

G: Yeah, exactly, that's what I was on.

C: There's a whole season about British people in the show.

G: Yeah, and then the moral of the story is that British people are fucking evil. Exactly.

C: [laughs] Yeah.

G: And she's on the phone with someone, and she's like, "Well, you know, your reputation doesn't scare me. And if you don't pay me the 1.5, then goodbye to this rabbit's foot." And

she has a cat, very cute cat, love it.

C: Yes.

G: I was afraid that the cat was gonna get shot later.

C: Ohh, yeah.

G: But the cat was not shot. So that's fine,

Anyway, what- she hears like, scuffing in the back. She like looks at her array of security cameras, and she's like, "Oh, someone's here," and she gets the tiniest fucking gun [C laughs] from her wine cabinet. This gun is tiny. It's like, so small.

C: Yeah.

G: How does it- how small do guns get?

C: I don't know.

G: Yeah, I also don't know anything about gun.

C: I think I've never seen one.

G: You've never seen a gun? Are you serious?

C: Yeah, I'm pretty sure I've never seen one.

G: Really.

C: Yeah, like besides in movies.

G: Well, that's interesting. That's probably the experience of most people, though. Yeah.

C: Yeah. You said you had classmates who were really into guns?

G: No, those are like, you know, they're just into video games where you're first person shooter. But I have seen like, a gun in real life. Yeah, anyway. She goes around, and Dean is there. And Dean goes like, "You left without your tip," because, you know, the waiter thing. And yeah.

C: Specifically, when she goes over to her array of security cameras, there's like, a post-it note on it that says, “Turn around.”

G: Turn around! Yeah, yeah, yeah! I forgot about that.

C: Yeah, which is very fun. And she turns around, and Dean’s there, pointing a gun at her. But also like, how fucking dramatic does Dean have to be [G laughing] to like- the effort! The effort! He had to put it on there, he had to position himself, he had to make sure she was there at the right time, that she was looking the right place. He had to have like, a post-it pad and a pen on him. Like, I forget to bring that stuff to class. How do you remember to bring that to like, your break-in?

G: [laughing] There's a gifset going around recently of Dean- there's a witch going like, "Oh, a gun, it's not gonna work-"

C: Oh, the witch-killing bullets thing?

G: [laughing] "It's not gonna work on me!" And then Dean raises a post-it note that just says, "Witch-killing bullets."

C: Okay, so this man just really likes dramatic post-it note reveals.

G: It's so funny!

C: Yeah, that is so funny.

G: Literally, he could have just said, "They're witch-killing bullets." Bam. Like, what? I don't know. It's hilarious.

C: Yeah. I mean, what TV show or movie character do you think he stole this from? [G laughs]

G: Well, I've I've never seen it before, so.

C: Yeah, that's true. I feel like it's like a thing that you would see in like- I don't know. For some reason, I think you would see it in Westerns, but I don't know why.

G: [laughing] I don't think they have post-it notes from that time.

C: I'm thinking about the guns and the flags coming out of guns.

G: Oh, yeah, yeah, that's different.

C: Yeah, I feel like it's sort of like that. And Bad Day at Black Rock is a Western, like the name of the episode is a Western movie. So yeah. I wonder if anything in here is a reference. Yeah, okay.

G: Well, we'll never know.

C: We'll never know, because we'll never watch it, and we don't give a shit. [both laugh] Yeah, god. Dean is such a drama queen.

C: So meanwhile, in the motel, Sam’s literally just sitting in the chair, rocking back and forth. And then suddenly, the AC on the wall starts like, smoking, and it's bad. And Sam's like, [whiny, high-pitched] "Aw, I didn't even do anything!" in like, the most pathetic voice. So he goes over, it catches on fire, he tries to put the fire out with a blanket on the bed, and then he lifts up his sleeve, his sleeve is on fire, he tries to put it out with the curtain, but as he does that, he accidentally like, tears off the entire curtain, and then looking into the window, standing right there, are Kubrick and Creedy. [laughs]

G: Exactly.

C: It's a good scene. It is a funny scene.

G: Yeah, it's hilarious.

C: I appreciate it.

G: I can't believe I completely forgot about these guys, though. Like Kubrick and Creedy. Because I remember this episode so well. Like, I remember it's so well. But I have absolutely no recollection of this B-plot. So-

C: Yeah.

G: Anyway, Dean and Bela are talking. And Dean is like, "You're gonna give it back," and Bela's like, "No, I'm not." And it just goes on for a while, and it's like, "You know it's cursed," and Bela's like, "Yeah, but people will pay for something like this. Lucrative market out there. And all those amulet and talismans you use to stop those big bad monsters; any one of them could put your children's children through college." Fun.

C: Fun.

G: And Dean is being so judgmental-

C: Yeah. Get over yourself.

G: "This is what you choose to do about everything that you know?"

C: Blah blah blah blah blah.

G: And "You become a thief?" And it's like- [C laughs] It's literally in a storage unit of a dead person, and you didn't even know that the storage unit was a thing. Like, shut the fuck up.

C: Yeah. And also, even if she was stealing things from alive people, like, whatever?

G: Like, obviously, you don't need this, and it's a relief to have it not on you anymore. And like, the people who are acquiring these stuff, probably know how to handle it because- you know?

C: Yeah. And if they don't, they're clearly rich, so whatever they have coming to them, like, whatever.

G: Who cares? Yeah. [laughs] Yeah. And she's like- and Dean is like, "You're a thief." And Bela's like, "No. I'm a great thief." I love it!

C: Yeahh! Good for her.

G: I love it. Go Bela.

C: So meanwhile, Sam is getting duct-taped to a chair. And yeah, apparently, as soon as he saw them, he just passed out, so that's why they didn't even have to fight him to get him in the chair. And yeah, Kubrick tells Sam like, “Initially, your friend Gordon sent me." And Sam goes, "Gordon? Come on!" Bro. Just deal with the consequences of your actions. Yeah, and then Kubrick says, "Yeah, he said that I should go kill you. But, you know, I'm actually on a mission from God!" And then he slaps Sam across the face. Ouchie.

Meanwhile, Dean and Bela have more of a standoff, and Dean's like, begging for the rabbit's foot because Sam's gonna die and Bela's like, "Okay, well, you can have it if you can pay me 1.5 million dollars." And yeah, Bela reveals that she found the foot by like, communicating with the ghosts of the people that it killed, which is very cool of her.

G: Yeah.

C: That is a fun job. And Dean's like, "So you're only out for yourself, huh? It's all about number one?" Who wrote this dialogue? I mean, Ben Edlund. But why wrote this dialogue? [laughs]

G: [laughs] What is "It's all about number one?" It's all about money? Is that what he's saying?

C: I think number one just means like, yourself, which is just repeating the same thing.

G: Ah, okay. I was confused because I was like, you know, I think of "number one" as like, peeing [C laughing] because, like, number one/number two. And I was like, "What? It's all about what?

C: [laughing] "So you're only out for yourself? It's all to fund your piss kink, Bela?"

G: Exactly. [C laughs]

C: Right. I guess, okay, so should we try to unpack why Dean is so judgmental about this?

G: Well, because I think it's because he was taught from like, a very early age that to justify what they're doing, which is like, to justify like, being out of school, and being, you know, moving, all this, and like, having such an unstable life, John, justified it to him as "We're saving people."

C: Right.

G: So like, it's very important for him that he that that sometimes illusion, sometimes reality remains intact that like, "We are saving people, and it's very important that we're saving people, and it's our job to save people, and we have to care about other people even more than ourselves." So like, seeing someone be like- this is not even selfish. She's just doing her job.

C: Mm.

G: Like, seeing someone be like, "I know about the supernatural, but it's not my job-"

C: "I don't give a shit about saving people." [sneezes twice]

G: Like, "It's not my job to save everyone," but to Dean, it's his job to save everyone.

C: Yeah. Yeah, I think he's jealous of her.

G: Yeah.

C: Strongly so. And I mean, he's right. She has a great job, and she has great outfits, and he could be just like her for real.

G: Yeah.

C: Yeah. So Bela says like, "Being a hunter is so much more noble? A bunch of obsessed, revenge-driven sociopaths trying to save a world that can't be saved?" So true.

G: She's so real.

C: She's so correct. Yeah. And she also says, "We're all going to Hell, Dean. Might as well enjoy the ride." Queen. And Dean's like, "Yeah, okay, I agree with you there. But uh, I'm leaving because, guess what? I got the rabbit's foot." Yeah, okay, and then his last words to her are, "If it's any consolation, I think you're a truly awful person." Girl. What? Why? What is the point? What is the point?

G: Why does he hate her so much?

C: Yeah, I mean, we have tried to unpack that, but like, it's just so unnecessary.

G: No, yeah, exactly.

C: Like, I feel like they- Like, Walter is way worse than her, and like, they, it feels incredibly like patronizing, I think, is what's happening. 'Cause it's like, there are antagonists out there where they're like, "Well, clearly they suck. Whatever. Let's defeat them and leave." But the fact that, like, he's like specifically like, sitting her down and being like, "No. Bad girl." [laughs] You know?

G: Yeah.

C: It's weird. It's weird. The only other times that Dean does something like this are like in "Asylum" when he's like, "You're silly for not listening to what the horror movies tell you, you silly little teenager," but like, this is a full-grown woman.

G: Yeah.

C: And he's like, "I think you're a terrible person, [G laughs] and you should be better and go to church" or something [laughs], you know?

G: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

C: Yeah. Oh, well. Well, she is so much cooler and sexier than he will ever be. So it's fine.

What's her line later? Like, "How do you sleep at night?" Like, "Naked, rolling in silk sheets," or whatever?

G: Yeah.

C: Yeah. Good for her.

G: Good for her.

C: So Dean jets, and he has the rabbit's foot.

G: He shouts, "See ya!" [laughs] Which I thought was funny.

C: And he does see her.

G: Yeah.

G: So back to Sam. And you know, they're like, torturing Sam.

C: Yeah. Not doing well.

G: They're punching and like, throwing water at him, and they're like, "You opened the gate, didn't you? You know about what's happening, don't you? You know what's gonna happen," blah blah blah. And it's like, Sam is just sitting there like, [flatly] "I don't know. I have no powers anymore. I know nothing. I am but a child on the street [C laughs], begging for alms." Like he- you know. And yeah.

C: Yeah. Poor dude.

G: And then- [laughs] this is when Kubrick goes like, "Ask yourself, why are we here? Because God led us here to do his work. This is destiny." And Dean comes in and just goes, "No, no, destiny. Just rabbit's foot." And he puts down his gun. And Kubrick is like, "Who are you? Put down your gun." And Dean is like, "Okay!" And he puts down his gun, and he says, "But you see, I don't need my gun. Because it's my lucky day." And he picks up a pen, throws it at the person, and the pen jams the barrel of the gun, you know? And he's like, "Oh my god! That's so fun!" And then they do this whole fight scene where it's like, comically easy. Like, Dean throws a remote which knocks the person out. Stuff like that. And then, he goes. “I'm Batman.”

C: [laughs] Jesus fucking Christ.

G: And Sam's just sitting there like, [bored] "Yeah, I guess you're Batman."

C: Ugh. Absolute loser behavior! Is this like- why did he say, "I’m Batman"? Does Batman not use guns because he doesn't kill people? Is that what Dean is referencing?

G: No idea. I have no idea. I've never seen a Batman movie and never read a Batman comic. Barely know who Batman is.

C: Yeah. I mean, I watched the latest Batman movie.

G: Oh, the Robert Pattinson!

C: With Robert Pattinson, yeah.

G: The most I've seen of Batman is that gif that people post where it's like, they exchange the models. So like, I think it's a video game, and like, there's a woman in the video game, and then there's Batman, but they exchange the model so like-

C: Oh yeah!

G: - the action of the woman is in the Batman form, and he's walking so ridiculously and swaying his hips- yeah. That's most the most I've seen of Batman.

C: Yeah. I think that's all you need to see. [G laughs]

G: That's all you need!

C: Yeah. And that is what Dean was referencing, in fact.

G: [laughing] Exactly.

C: So okay, so back to the Sam losing his power thing. Okay, so the assumption is that

what? Like, Azazel was sending him the visions? Like, what are the mechanics?

G: I think it was just like, the source of the power is gone, so yeah, you know, his powers are also gone.

C: Right, okay, But like the powers came from him having demon blood. Like, is the demon blood, no longer like valid when the demon who owns the blood dies?

G: No idea. I genuinely have no idea.

C: Because Ruby dies, and he was getting a bunch of powers from drinking her blood, so-

G: No, that's not true!

C: Oh, right. "You never needed the feather to fly, Dumbo, it was in you all along," blah blah blah.

G: Yeah. It was always him all along.

C: Yeah. But doesn't he still have to glug a bunch of jugs of demon blood when he says yes to Lucifer or something? And doesn't he also drink a lot of demon blood on "My-"

G: I- look.

C: Yeah? [laughs]

G: I am not a Supernatural expert. [both laugh] I know I seem like I am-

C: But you've watched all of Supernatural, and I only know about it from social media!

G: I know it seems like I am, but I actually know nothing about this show. So-

C: Alright. [laughs] Yeah. Well, yeah, okay. I mean, they didn't make a big deal about him losing his powers. You'd think that it'd be a bigger deal. He didn't even have a vision for like, when was Sam's last vision in season 2?

G: Huh. I think during the Ava episode?

C: Yeah. So he hasn't had visions since 2.10?

G: Yeah, you're right.

C: And it wasn't even a big deal when Azazel was alive, and then Azazel's dead, and he still doesn't have visions? Yeah, whatever. It's confusing. I'm confused. But that's Supernatural for you.

G: Yeah.

C: Yeah.

C: So now they're at the cemetery, and they're about to burn the rabbit's foot. They have a bunch of ingredients, they have a fire going, and Sam's trying to get it in the fire ASAP, and Dean’s like, “Wait wait wait wait wait! Let me finish this pile of lottery tickets." Which, yeah. So true. I would also do that. And they're about to toss it in the fire when we hear a gun, and it's Bela!

G: Whoo!

C: And Bela- oh my god, it's Bela. And yeah, she says, like, "That belongs to me, or, you know, whatever." And she says, “Put the foot down, honey.” And I like Bela's use of pet names in this episode quite a bit.

G: Mm-hm.

C: I think it's a fun little like character trait for her to have, and I mean, she's just like Dean for real, right?

G: Yeah.

C: Like, she is just like Dean for real. Dean- what's Dean's thing? Sweetheart? Is that what he says when he's being mean?

G: Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. Exactly.

C: Yeah. I'm glad that she has her own sweetheart.

G: "Sweetheart, I don't do shorts." Yeah, that's him.

C: Yeah. “Sweetheart, this isn't gender studies”? Is that also him?

G: Yeah yeah yeah. [laughs] Imagine he was like, "Bitch! [both laugh] This isn't gender studies!"

C: [laughing] "This isn't gender studies, you fucking cunt!" [G laughs] Yeah.

Yeah, so she has the gun pointed, and Dean tries to bring back the thing that worked on Wayne, which was like, "No, you're not going to shoot anybody. See, I happen to be able to read people. You're a thief, fine. But you're not-" But before he can say "a killer," Bela fucking shoots Sam and the shoulder.

G: Exactly. She's so real.

C: God. She's so hot.

G: I loove her.

C: Yeah, she's great. I love her. She's amazing. I don't know what like, fans thought about her at the time. I feel like that they were negative?

C: Well, we'll see later.

C: We'll see on IMDb later, yeah. Yeah. Oh, and then she calls him "tiger" when she says, "Back off, tiger," which is also fun. Yeah. And yeah, Bela's like, "Yeah, okay, you have the rabbit's foot, so like, I can't actually manage to shoot you. But, you know, Sam doesn't, so- haha." Dean goes like, [high-pitched, distressed] "What the fuck is wrong with you? You don't just go around shooting people like that." He's like- he does sound like that, basically.

G: [laughs] Yeah.

C: In my mind. Right. And Bela's like, "Get over it. It's a shoulder hit. I can aim."

G: Just like me for real! Literally, I said this earlier, it's just a shoulder, shut the fuck up.

C: Yeah. Yeah, exactly. And she says like, "Besides, who here hasn't shot a few people?" So real. Yeah. So she demands that he put the rabbit's foot on the ground, and Dean seems to comply, but then he throws it at her, and, like, on instinct, she catches it. So she has touched it, so now she has the curse. Which I think was a fun way to sort of resolve this.

G: Yeah.

C: Because she's like, “Damn it. Like, I guess now, because I will lose it eventually, let's just destroy it.” And the next scene is just Bela dropping the foot in the fire, and they're just like, having the world's most awkward little campfire moment together. It's great. Yeah. And, you know, Bela's complaining about her lost money. Sam and Dean are being like, "Ugh. Who cares?"

G: [laughs] Who give a shit?

C: Who give a shit. And she says goodbye and walks away. Ugh. I wish they were friends after this. Wouldn't it be fun if they were friends after this?

G: Yeah. I- yeah. I think like, a very begrudging like, allyship would have been fun.

C: Yeah! Like, "Well, I stole this from you, you stole it back, you threw it at me, what a smart move. And now, we're just sitting here with our arms crossed, watching it burn. Do you want to play a round of poker?" you know?

G: Exactly. Yeah.

G: So like, while walking back to the car, Dean is like, "Oh, wait wait wait! The-" what's that?

C: The lottery tickets?

G: "We got $46,000-"

C: God.

G: That's actually a lot. That's more than-

C: It is a lot.

G: Yeah. $46,000 worth of scratch tickets, blah blah blah. And then he reaches out for his pocket, and the scratch tickets are gone. [C laughs] And then over in the distance, they hear Bela’s car fucking just roaring on the street and Dean’s like, “[gasps] Son of a bitch!” [C laughs] Yeah. Fun stuff!

C: Alright. And there's a shot of her inside the car-

G: Yeah! And she has the tickets!

C: And she's like, counting them and smiling. She looks great. She's doing so good.

G: Yeah. Meanwhile, we're back in prison, and Kubrick is talking to Gordon, and he was like, “You were right about everything. Sam Winchester is the adversary. And God, He told me about it. He led me to Sam Winchester. His will is clear." And Gordon's like, "... Okay."

C: "Okay..." [both laugh]

G: "Okay..."

C: Like, "So true, bestie...!"

G: "Cool! Whatever gets you on the boat!" And he's like, "First things first, we gotta get me out of here. 'Cause like I told you before, Sam Winchester must die." And the thing is like, okay, my problem with this scene is like, you know, it's good because it's like, ominous, you know, it's like "Ooh." But also, it's so funny to me that Gordon was like, "Get me out of here, because, like I said earlier in the very first scene of this episode [C laughs], where I said something good, and then we cut to the splash screen, and everyone was like 'Ooh! That's a good line,' I must repeat that line. 'Sam Winchester must die.'" [C laughs]

C: Yeah, it's important.

G: It's important.

C: It's important.

G: So, post episode thoughts. What are yours?

C: Oh, I mean, I like Bela a lot. There were some funny moments in the episode. I feel like when I was watching it, my main emotion was just like, "Why are there so many characters and plotlines- why are there so many random duos of men that I don't care about happening?" But like it was fun, I think.

G: Yeah. Talking about the duos of men that we don't care about actually made me kind of care about them! So- [C laughs]

C: Yeah. A win for duos of men we don't care about.

G: I would say this episode was super fun, super funny. It's good. And the thing is, the past two episodes of season 6- [laughs] "season 6"- season 3- have been very good, and I'm excited. It's making me excited for season 3. Like, "Oh my god, we're gonna see Bela again! That's so fun! Oh my god, we're gonna see Ruby again. Isn't that so fun?"

C: Yeah.

G: And it's like, it's building up to something, and the something is, you know, Dean dying. But like, whatever. It's still fun. And I'm glad that I'm having fun again.

C: Yeah!

G: Because, like we said a couple of episodes back, we and Supernatural, we're having a [both] divorce. But now, we're- I think we're back together. [laughs]

C: I don't know if I'm back together with Supernatural yet. But, you know, I could get there.

G: Yeah. We're attending couples therapy with Supernatural.

C: Yeah. It's so fun that they didn't even know that Sam was gonna be Lucifer's vessel yet, and yet he is the adVERsary. The ADversary? Whatever it is.

G: Who cares? [laughs]

C: Yeah.

G: Yeah. How about- What do we do after this? Best Line/Worst Line.

Agh. You know what? Every single time I'm like, "Best Line/Worst Line!" I'm always like- the spike of anxiety that I feel [C laughs] because I have no recollection of any of the lines in this show.

C: [laughs] Uh-huh. Yeah, same. Can Bela's gunshot at the end be an honorary best line? It's not a line, but it is a line. The line is “bam.”

G: What do you mean Bela's gunshot?

C: Like, when Dean's like, "I know you're not a killer!"and then she just shoots Sam in the shoulder.

G: Oh yeah! It's a comedic timing thing. So yeah, sure. Yeah. That's funny.

C: Okay, yeah. The best line is "bam." [laughs] And I think it also says something about Bela. It's a good character-building moment.

G: Yeah, it's like, "Oh, you think I'm not capable of-" you know? Things like that.

C: Yeah.

G: I think my best line would be [laughing], “Don't touch my personal Jesus.” [both laugh] Because it's like, it's funny in the moment, because it's like, "What are they doing?" And then they establish it, and looking back at it, it gets funnier and funnier.

C: Yeah, it does.

G: I find it so amusing that they're making fun of this guy, and it works so well. Like, he is worthy of making fun of, and it's just hilarious to me.

C: I agree.

G: Worst line.

C: Worst line, “If it's any consolation, I think you're a truly awful person.”

G: Mm-hm. Yeah. Which you explained earlier, yeah.

C: Like, you're so annoying. Shut up, Dean. [laughs]

G: Uh, I think my worst line would be- you know, I don't have a worst line, so I'm hitching my wagon on your wagon-

C: Nice. Sounds good.

G: - and declaring that that as also my worst line.

Okay, How about our rate- like our- we should have an official name for this segment, for this corner.

C: Okay.

G: The misogyny/racism tab.

C: Yeah, the misogyny/racism tab.

G: Let's just call it- let's just call it The Spreadsheet Corner.

C: Alright.

G: So what's more of our spreadsheet numbers for this episode?

C: Huh. Hard to say. I think- they weren't-

G: I think it's- yeah.

C: I don't think it's worthy of a point in either category. I mean, the fact that Gordon is here at all, like, Gordon as a character is born out of very racist ideals, but like-

G: But not in this episode, yeah.

C: I feel like he doesn't do that much in this episode, yeah.

G: He's more of a plot device in this episode than anything, than like, a character who's in the show.

C: Right. And like, there's some writing choices they made with Bela that I think are specific to her gender, but I don't know if they're like, bad enough to warrant a point, you know?

G: Yeah, I don't think so too. Ben Edlund, you get a pass! [laughs] You get a- yeah.

C: Yeah. Is this the first time that Ben Edlund has made it out of an episode unscathed? [G laughs]

G: You know what? Probably.

C: Yeah. Congratulations, Ben

G: Congrats, Ben!

So, how about IMDb rating?

C: Hmm. I feel like people really like the funny episodes, I feel like.

G: Yeah, especially earlier in the show.

C: Right, because it's like, rarer, and I feel like all of the reviews are gonna be like, "It was so funny when Sam lost his shoe. Ten out of ten." You know? So-

G: Yeah.

C: I- [sighs] I don't remember what the ratings for the other two episodes of season 3 were, though, like I feel like I need to couch my guesses-

G: I think the last one was 8.6, yeah.

C: Oh, okay. 8.9?

G: I'll give this one an 8.7.

C: Alright.

G: Okay, let's see. [gasps] Oh my god!

C: What?

G: You want to guess again?

C: Okay. You sound happy...

G: Mm.

C: Which means... it's higher?

G: Mm-hm.

C: 9.1?

G: 9.2!

C: Oh, wow! That is high.

G: You know what? I think it's deserved. It's a little bit higher than I would expect, but-

C: It's a little bit higher than I would put it-

G: Give it, yeah. But-

C: I feel like the ones above 9 can't just be funny; they also have to make me cry, you know?

G: Oh, yeah. But like, I mean-

C: Like, “In My Time of Dying” is allowed to be above a 9, but like, a funny episode, I wouldn't really put it above a 9. But yeah, I mean, it was an enjoyable watch.

G: I would say this one is like- the thing about this episode is, the past few, I would say the past like six, seven episodes have been so bad, or like, so boring or like, so tired. And then you get this episode, and it's like a breath of fresh air.

C: Well, our last episode was "The Kids Are Alright," which was also hilarious, though.

G: Yeah, it was hilarious, but it was more of a- it wasn't like, good. You know what I mean.

C: Yeah, it was hilarious for being bad, yes. [laughs]

G: Like, this one is like, it's good, the segments are good, it's funny, it's refreshing. It feels like Supernatural. [C, background: I'm recording the podcast! Sorry, Evan!] It feels like we're back on track.

G: Noo. Sorry, Evan.

C: [yelling to someone offscreen] Yes, you can come in and use the fridge, just turn the key, whatever thing.

G: Yeah. Anyway. [laughs] Let's look at the reviews.

C: Let's look at the reviews.

G: I have no idea where the reviews are because I'm in-

C: Did IMDb change up their-

G: Oh, okay, okay, I got it, I got it. Yeah.

C: Okay. [laughs] The first one is called "LOL Funny."

G: That's so real.

C: Mm. They don't like Bela. G: Noo!

C: I hope you die forever. Well, they said they're just not sure about Bela yet. I'm sure about Bela.

G: I'm sure about her, and I don't remember much of what goes on with her.

"LOL funny." "Funny story." Everyone, you know. Everyone's having fun.

Oh. This one says, "Ten out of ten, but not a lot of the Impala this episode." [both laugh]

This one says, "Announces season three is at a whole another level." Which, like I said earlier, like, I kind of agree because it's like, "Oh, it's gonna be funnier season" or like, "It's gonnahave more people that are recurring." You know, it establishes those points.

C: Yeah.

G: So it's like, yeah. "Sam Winchester must die."

C: Yeah. Someone says they want to see more of Ellen in the future. I agree.

G: Real! This one says, "It's the best this season," which I find interesting. I mean, we haven't seen much of this season, so.

C: Yeah, I mean, I'd say of the three episodes of the season that we've seen, it probably is the best one.

G: Yeah. It is.

C: I mean, I don't know. I am still- I think, okay, I watched this like a week ago, I guess, so-

G: Yeah. yeah.

C: - my memory of it is a little more dulled. I feel like 3.02 will sit with me longer because the case I thought was so good.

G: Yeah. This one is more-

C: But yeah, I thought this one was more consistently good.

G: Yeah. So-

C: Every time I say something nice about season 3, I feel like I'm betraying that one anon. [laughs]

G: The one- Yeah! Oh my god, the one who was like, "Season 3 sucks ass-"

C: I'm sorry! I'll try to hate it more next time!

G: [laughs] No, I mean, they said that the opener was absolutely atrocious, which we have established is true.

C: This is true.

G: So true. I can't believe that we're like, "Eric Kripke is such a genius" [C laughs] or whatever they say. And then you see his episode and it's like, "Well, this one's atrocious."

C: [laughs] Yeah. Truly is.

G: Anyway-

C: Anyway.

G: I think that's all for this episode of Busty Asian Beauties. Next week, we will be discussing- Wait! I actually don't know what we will be discussing. Season 3, Episode 4... Goddamn! My laptop is so bad. Season 3, Episode 4... I still don't know. Hold on. [laughs] "Sin City"! Leave us a rating or review wherever you get your podcasts.

C: Follow us on social media. We are on Twitter at twitter.com/BeautiesPodcast and on Tumblr at bustyasianbeautiespod.tumblr.com. Our official tag is #BABPod, B-A-B-POD. And thank you to everyone who's donated to our Ko-Fi at ko-fi.com/bustyasianbeautiespod.

G: You can email us any feedback, comments, or inquiries at [email protected]. See you guys next time!

C: Bye!

G: Buh-bye-bye!

[guitar music]

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tl;dr i have an unhealthy relationship with a tv show

hello, void! I stumbled out of a weird anxiety-depression fog at the end of last week and I’ve been trying to figure out what the hell was up and I am dismayed to report that it seems to have something to do with supernatural

a 1000-word contemplation of Why Am I Like This. with pet pictures (I am bribing you to read about my feelings)

when I tell people that I quit watching spn in 2011 bc it wasn’t bringing me joy anymore I feel like there’s some pieces of that process that get glossed over.

here is what it felt like: I’ve got this friend I’ve been watching season 6 with, we laughed and screamed over frontierland and the french mistake, and am I letting her down if I drop the show now? I wanna know if sam is gonna be ok and will dean and cas ever reconcile, so will I regret it if I stop following the story? I’ve already abandoned covert affairs and heroes and ncis and fringe, what is wrong with me that I can’t seem to stick it out with tv shows?

(and there’s a part of me like “it’s just a show, nobody cares, it’s just a show”)

when I was eighteen and lonely and hadn’t made any friends yet in college I rebuilt my entire personality around supernatural (castiel) and invested myself so deeply that my mental health became closely linked to how things were going with supernatural (castiel) and I did all of that in the space of six months and then

I realized that I just wanted it to be a different show. not all the time! there is still the meaning of family and the nature of destiny and fighting to have a choice even when all the choices seem bad, and making friends and making jokes and carving a strange but special sort of life out of a difficult world. but never letting anything new take root in the status quo of Sad Man Time, so often insisting on a cold and uncaring view of the universe, so much white cis heteronormativity at a time in my life when I was opening my eyes to all the things that were not that. and I was talking about it to anyone who would listen and what I got back was “why do you watch it if it makes you so angry”

(it’s just a show!!! just stop watching it if you’re not having fun!)

I didn’t like the toxicity I often saw from the fandom, but I also got to know some cool people. (a couple cool people? maybe just one person? jeez.) and the absolute wealth of fanfic that inspired me to think about the story and characters in new ways and to write about them myself. there is not another thing in this world that I have written more words about, for better or for worse. there are kind people and cool people and thoughtful people using this weird-ass show to make beautiful art. after I quit watching, I slowly drifted away from all of it. the fun stuff and the bullshit.

(why would anyone even have noticed that you left? you were just lurking the whole time ffs)

so now it’s several years later, several years of me inwardly flinching anytime anyone mentioned spn in my hearing, and I decided to watch the final season. I had this ridiculous notion that it would give me closure, and maybe if they hadn’t even aired that goddamn finale I could have had peace when I was done idk. but after all this time I was still in love with the “secret good supernatural that lives in my head” and I started trying to put it down on paper and that is how I wound up picking up the show again, roughly from where I left off.

I had learned that I didn’t have to watch every episode, no matter what my perfectionism says. but even trying to limit myself to episodes that I hoped would “spark joy,” it quickly turned into a chore. I wanted to know what happened, I wanted to see the parts I wanted to see without slogging through the things that bored me, the endless string of deaths of supporting characters, especially women, the frequent absence of my favorite character even after he started being credited as a series regular.

(lmao if you’re just watching for destiel you’re setting yourself up for disappointment)

and I talk about it to anyone who will listen. my family is definitely tired of it by now (again) and I gotta give a shout-out to my friend who has never seen a single episode of spn and yet has read all my fics and listens to my rants. a hero, an icon, an inspiration, etc, they are probably reading this and they know who they are. it would be cool to have other fans to talk to more, but I always struggle to reach out…

I’m still loving writing about it. and there are still parts I want to watch, but I think I’m gonna have to dial it way back. I was treating it as research for my fics and that turned it into work. it shouldn’t be work. I already have a full-time job which I am being paid actual money for, and making myself miserable, like, actually miserable, in pursuit of a hobby is not part of it.

(just dump him already???)

supernatural is not, in fact, actively trying to ruin my life. it is a show that ended over a year ago that has other fans who like other things about it, probably. my relationship to it is something I have the power to control, insofar as I have control over anything in my life.

I would be a profoundly different person if I hadn’t, as a supposedly-straight college freshman, seen a certain former tumblr user who is now a NYT bestselling author posting about these 2 sad dudes and their unintended love story and been like “hmm, that’s interesting, hope it doesn’t awaken anything in me!”

(it’s just a show it’s just a show it’s just a show)

got any spn episodes from seasons 10-14 that bring joy to your heart? in a bad place with a show/book/movie and need to vent? wanna hear more about my own personal secret good supernatural? my askbox is always open & I am downtownfishies on twitter and ao3 and my current project tag here on tumblr is #keep your heart young

#uh oh she's talking about spn again #come for the pet photos; stay so i am not alone with my thoughts

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sarah-dipitous · 8 months

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 216

Girls, Girls, Girls/Robot of Sherwood

“Girls, Girls, Girls”

Plot Description: After discovering powerful with Rowena is recruiting followed, Sam and Dean come up with a plan to capture her. But they’ve got competition

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I literally have no idea. Will check in later with a verdict

Dean’s on a dating apppppp!!! I mostly find it fascinating because he’s always tried to be so under the radar (probably because of all the credit card fraud, impersonating law enforcement, and murder charges but you know…)

Nooooooo, oh no. Poor baby’s first catfish. Sam knows it. I know it. Dean’ll figure it out. Oh…I guess, uh, it’s…not a catfish. My apologies, Dean

CAS AND HANNAH ARE BACK!! Hannah. Hannah, no. HELLO?? HANNAH?! What a weird non-attempt attempt at seducing Castiel. She doesn’t NEED to shower, but she’s going to go take one anyway…but like, did you have to strip in the middle of the room?? Does Hannah not wear a bra?? Are her tits just naturally at that placement? Good for you, girl

I’m taking back most of my apology. Omg…DEAN, DO NOT TRADE YOUR SOUL FOR SEX.

Uh oh. Hannah’s vessel’s husband has come into the picture

Rowena’s a total milf. She’s beautiful, she’s powerful, she just rescued a couple sex workers from exploitation, she’s even Scottish

Oh, Hannah…this is a mess now…

Rowena showing these girls how to get what they want, what they deserve. Good for her!!

If a spell hasn’t been used in 300 years and was only known by one person, WHY CAN SAM JUST GOOGLE IT??

ROWENA!!! I don’t think he’ll get workers comp if you KILL him

Nooooo, not this dude again. Marine dude with the grudge against Dean

Hannah, you are just lying to yourself now. I know you’re in love with Cas. Everyone can see it. That was not just convincing your vessel’s husband that she moved on from him

That’s the perfect pondering bridge, though. This…was unexpected. But I do kind of like it. I’ll miss Hannah, but her decision to give Caroline her life back after feeling her call out for her husband. It’s a good ending

Ah, dang. Why’d you have to kill one of your pupils, Rowena??

Omggg, can we just get rid of this guy?? I just don’t wanna see Grear Value Jeremy Renner anymore. This plotline isn’t interesting and it never was

Oh, Dean how wrong you are about how your story ends. It’s not the edge of a blade or the barrel of a gun…it’s so much shittier. It’s the end of a rusty nail…

You did the right thing, Cas. Even though it hurts. Oh….oh Cas…googling Jimmy Novak.

HER FERAL TAUNTING OF CROWLEYYYYY THOOOOOO

“Robot of Sherwood”

Plot Description: when robots threaten Sherwood Forest, the Doctor must team up with Robin Hood

This is legitimately one of like two episodes I remember from this season (which I believe was the last season I watched)

Disney’s fox Robin Hood is hotter :/

Robin is so earnest and the Doctor is so cynical, so the combination is kind of delightful.

Clara’s so smitten. She definitely saw the Disney cartoon

The Doctor taking all kinds of samples (hair, blood, etc. he took friar tuck’s sandal) because there’s no way any of this is real

🥺 just Clara noticing he’s sad because Robin laughs too much. Because she knew a man who laughed too much because he was sad, and the way the Doctor doesn’t recognize it and calls Robin and his merry men simple for it 🥺

*agonized wailing* “when did you stop believing in anything?” “When did you start believing in impossible heroes?” Like she’s not looking directly at one

Doctor wtf…changing up the Robin Hood myth?!

Oh the robots are BAD bad. If a human gets tired doing whatever job the robots are having them do…death. What an interesting commentary that could make

It’s about time Clara yelled at them for being idiots

The Sheriff thinks Clara is the ring leader. OBVIOUSLY. You two were just pointlessly bickering the whole time

She’s very good at playing men. It’s fun to watch. They’ll tell her anything, trust her with any story or information…well, til they decide they should wed her

Oh nooo, this is the part where Robin realizes he’s not real ☹️

Even if he’s not real, Clara’s having such a good time. I’m so glad she got to have this. Maybe it wasn’t EVERYTHING she thought it would be, but it was amazing nonetheless

Awwwww, and the Doctor reunited him with Marian 🥹

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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aspenmissing · 9 months

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𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚎 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Theo and Dean enters a bar and walks in. They see Sam sat at a table, a drink in hand, they walk over, brows furrowed.

"There you are" Dean says "What are you doing?" Sam turns to them and shrugs.

"Having a drink"

"It's two in the afternoon" Theo says, looking at the glass "You're drinking whiskey?"

"I drink whiskey all the time"

"No, you don't"

"What's the big deal? You get sloppy in bars, you hit on chicks all the time. Why can't I?" Dean looks around the barely full bar and sees one woman by the bar, who's quite a bit older than Sam.

"It's kind of slim picking around here" Dean says. He turns back to Sam.

"What's going on with you?" Theo asks. Sam shakes his head, and doesn't say anything for a few moments.

"I tried, Theo" Sam says, looking completely lost. Theo looks at him with sad eyes "I tried to save you" Dean shares a look with Theo and sighs. Theo pulls up a stool to sit down next to Sam, Dean sits on the opposite side.

"Can I get two whiskeys? Double, neat" Theo says to the bartender.

"I'm serious, Theo"

"No, you're drunk" Dean beats him.

"I mean, where you're going...what you're gonna become" Sam looks close to tears before scoffing and shaking his head "I can't stop it" Sam pauses "I'm starting to think maybe even Ruby can't stop it. But really, the thing is, no one can save you"

"What I've been telling you"

"No, that's not what I mean. I mean, no one can save you, because you don't wanna be saved" Sam pause "I mean, how can you care so little about yourself?" Theo takes in all this, and scoffs, and smiles a little "What's wrong with you?" Theo looks over to meet Sam's eyes, but before they get a chance to say anything else her cell rings, she grabs her phone and answers it.

"Hello?" She pauses "Yes, this is Miss. Snyderson" She looks surprised and shocked "What?" She shares a look with Sam and Dean "Where?"

They arrive at a hospital and enter a room to see Bobby laying in a bed. The three are stood next to his bed.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" Sam asks.

"We've texted everything we can think to test. He seems perfectly healthy"

"Except that he's comatose" Dean says. The Doctor looks to Theo.

"Miss. Synderson, you're his emergency contact. Anything we should know? Any illnesses?"

"No, he-he never gets sick. I mean, he doesn't even catch a cold"

"Doctor, is there anything you can do?"

"Look, I'm sorry, but we don't know what's causing it... so we don't know how to treat it. He just... went to sleep, and didn't wake up" Dean, Sam and Theo share a look and they look over at Bobby.

Sam, Dean and Theo enters Bobby's motel room.

"So, what was Bobby doing in Pittsburgh?" Sam asks.

"Unless he's taking an extremely lame vacation..." Theo says as she closes the door and they walk into the center of the room.

"I mean, he must have been working a job, right?" They continue to walk around the room.

"Well, you think there'd be some sort of sign of something, you know?" Theo says. Sam opens a drawer, but it's empty. Dean and Theo does the same, and those too are empty. The room looks completely clean "Research, news clippings..." Sam turns to the closet.

"Or a frigging pizza box or a beer can" Dean says. Dean walks away from the dresser he was looking at, and Sam walks over to the closet and opens it. He turns on the light and the twins turn around to him.

"How 'bout this?" Sam says. He moves the clothes out of the way and on the wall behind them hangs all of the news clippings, seeds and a map they were looking for and Theo chuckles.

"Good old Bobby, always covering up his tracks" she says.

"You made heads or tails of any of this?" Sam asks. Dean takes one of the papers about a plant and reads the title of it.

"Silence capensis", which of course means absolutely nothing to me" Dean says.

"Here. Obit" Sam takes a newspaper clipping and reads from it as he skims it "Dr. Walter Gregg, 64, university neurologist"

"How'd he bite it?"

"Um...actually, they don't know. They say he just went to sleep and didn't wake up" Theo takes the clipping from him, reading it herself.

"That sound familiar to you?" She asks.

"All right, um...So let's say Bobby was looking into the doc's death. You know, hunting after something-" Dean and Theo looks up at him.

"-that started hunting him"

"Yeah"

"All right, you two stay here" Theo says "See if you two can make heads or tails of this" Theo points to the closet.

"What are you gonna do?" Sam asks.

"I'm gonna look into the good doctor myself" Theo walks to the door and leaves.

"I'm always the babysitter" Dean mutters and Sam glares at him.

Theo, in formal wear and posing as a detective, walks into an office, a woman by her side. Books and boxes are cluttered over the office.

"So, you're Dr. Gregg's lab assistant?" Theo asks.

"That's right"

"Well, his death must have come as a shock to you"

"Yeah, it did" Theo looks around the office, while the assistant stands behind her "But, still, go in your sleep, peaceful...That's what you wish for, right?"

"Yeah. Right" Theo looks at a book on the doctor's desk "Dr. Gregg uh...studied sleeping disorders? Dreams?" Theo picks up the book and holds it out to the assistant.

"I don't understand. I went over all of this with the other detective" Theo puts down the book and looks at the assistant, curious.

"You already spoke to another detective?" Theo asks.

"Yes. A very nice older man with a beard"

"Well, I'd love to hear it again if you don't mind"

"Thing is, I'm sort of busy. Maybe we could do this later?"

"Sure. Yeah. Just bring you down to the station later this afternoon, "The assistants face falls "and get your statement on tape, do it all official-like"

"Look, okay, I didn't know about Dr. Gregg's experiments. Not until I was cleaning out his files" Theo looks confused.

"His experiments, uh...? The ones he was conducting on...sleeping?" She asks.

"No one knew, okay? Not the university, not anybody" The assistants says "I already spoke with a lawyer and he told me I can't be held liable for anything"

"Maybe you couldn't, but that was before the new evidence came to light"

"New evidence?" The assistant asks.

"Mm-hm"

"What new evidence"

"I'm not at liberty to say" The assistant sighs.

"Look, I'm just a grad student. This was a gig to cover tuition"

"Maybe so. But, uh, still, this-this...this could go on your permanent record" Theo says "Unless you hand over the doctor's research to me. All of it"

Theo knocks on a door and a young boy opens it up and Theo holds up her badge. The boy moves away from the door to allow Theo to walk in.

"Look, I don't know what the RA said, but, ah, I was growing ferns" Theo walks in and chuckles.

"Take it easy, Phish, that's not why I'm here"

"Really?" Theo tuns around to him; she's got a file in her hands and the boy looks relieved.

"Oh, thank God. Okay"

"I wanna talk to you about Dr. Gregg's sleep study" Theo says.

"Yeah. Dr. Gregg just died, right?"

"You were one of his test subjects, right?"

"Yeah" He opens his fridge and takes out two beers. He holds them up a bit, motioning as a question. He holds one out to Theo "Unless you're on...duty or, whatever?" Theo looks to the door for a second, and then decides to go for the beer.

"I guess I can make an exception" Theo takes the bottle and the boy grabs the bottle opener. He opens his bottle as Theo opens hers. They lift their beers to each other and then both take a swig. Theo closes her eyes as she takes in the beer, enjoying the taste. She gives a small smile before continuing with the interview "Now, Dr. Gregg was testing treatments for a, uh, "Charcot-Wilbrand syndrome"? Which means...?"

"Um...I, uh...I can't dream" He says "I had this bike accident when I was a kid and banged my head pretty good and I haven't had a dream since. Till the study. You know. Sort of"

"What'd the doc give you?" Theo asks.

"It's this yellow tea. It...it smelled awful, tasted worse"

"What did it do?"

"Just passed right out. And uh, I had the most vivid, super-intense dream. Like a bad acid trip, you know?"

"Totally" Theo shakes her head "I mean, no"

"That was it. I dropped out of the study right after that. I didn't...like it. To tell you the truth...it kind of scared me" Theo looks at him, thoughtful.

Later, Theo is sat by Bobby's bed, looking at him, thoughtful. Sam and Dean enters after a few seconds. Theo becomes aware and turns to look at them. They share a look before the boys walk further into the room.

"How is he?" Theo rubs her hand over Bobby and turns to look at him. Dean walks to the other side of the bed. Sam walks to stand by the foot of the bed. Files in hand.

"No change. What you got?" Theo asks. She gets up and walks over to Sam and Dean, to see what they brought her.

"Well, considering what you told us about the doc's experiments..." Sam sighs "...Bobby's wall is starting to make a hell of a lot more sense"

"How so?" Sam holds up a picture of a plant.

"This plant, Silence capensis, is also known as African Dream Root? It's been used by shaman and medicine men for centuries"

"Let me guess. They dose up, bust out the didgeridoos, start kicking around the hackey"

"Not quite. If you believe the legends, it's used for dream walking. I mean, entering another person's dreams, poking around in their heads"

"I take it we believe the legends" Dean says. The three share a look.

"When don't we? But dream walking is just the tip of the iceberg" They pick up a paper from the folder.

"What do you mean?" Theo asks.

"I mean, this Dream Root is some serious mojo. You take enough of it, with practice, you can become a regular Freddy Krueger" Sam explains "You can control anything. You could turn bad dreams good; you could turn good dreams bad"

"And killing people in their sleep?" Dean says. Sam nods.

"For example," he says.

"So, let's say uh, let's say this doc was testing this stuff on his patients, Tim Leary-style"

"Somebody gets pissed at him, decides to give him a little dream visit, he goes nighty-night" Theo says.

"But what about Bobby?" Dean asks. He looks over at him "I mean, if the killer came after him, how come he's still alive?"

"I don't know"

"Bobby's a fighter" Theo says "He's not gonna give up easily" The three then exit the room and walk down the hallway.

"So how do we find out homicidal sandman?" Dean asks.

"Could be anyone" Theo says.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah"

"Anyone who knew the doctor, had access to his dream shrooms"

"Maybe one of his test subjects or something?"

"Possible. But his research was pretty sketchy. I mean...I don't know how many subjects he had, or who all of them were" Sam scoffs and the twins look at him.

"What?" They ask. Sam sighs.

"In any other case, we'd be calling Bobby and asking him for help right now" Theo grabs Sam by his arm to stop him, Dean stopping as well and the two look at her.

"You know what? You're right" she says. Sam looks at Dean confused, then back to Theo.

"What?"

"Let's go talk to him"

"Sure. I think we might find the conversation a bit one-sided" Dean says.

"Not if we're tripping on some Dream Root"

"What?"

"You heard me"

"You wanna go dream walking inside Bobby's head?" Sam asks.

"Yeah. Why not? Maybe we could help"

"We have no idea what's crawling around in there" Dean says.

"Well how bad could it be?"

Bad"

"Guys, it's Bobby" Sam and Dean think for a minute before considering.

"Yeah, you're right" Dean says. Sam scoffs.

"One problem though. We're fresh out of African Dream Root, so unless you know someone who can score some..."

"Crap" Theo says, sighing.

"What?" The boys say.

"Bela"

"Bela?" Dean sighs "Crap" Sam scoffs.

"You're actually suggesting we ask her a favour?"

"I'm feeling dirty just thinking about it, but yeah" Theo starts walking again. Sam looks at Dean, who shrugs and soon follows her.

In the motel room, Sam is sitting at the desk, sleeping bend over with his head on his arm. Drool covers his hand and he's got a smile on his face. Behind him, Dean is sitting in a chair, Theo sat in a chair next him. The two are looking up at Sam, both holding papers. Sam smiles a little more before realizing it was a dream. His smile disappears and he sits up, wiping his face with the back of his hand. Dean and Theo chuckles, watching him as he wipes his face with his other arm.

"Dude, you were you out" Dean says "And making some serious happy noises" Sam looks uncomfortable and doesn't turn to face his siblings.

"Who were you dreaming about?" Theo teases.

"What? No one. Nothing"

"C'mon, you can tell us" Dean says "Angelina Jolie?"

"No"

"Brad Pitt?" Theo asks. Sam turns around.

"No. No! Guys, it's doesn't matter"

"Whatever" Dean says

"Whatever" Sam mutters to himself.

"I called Bela" she says. Sam gets still at this, a smile quickly flashed by.

"Bela?" Sam asks "Yeah? She- What’d she...you know, say? She...gonna...help us?"

"Shockingly. no, which puts us back at square one. We've been trying to decipher the doctor's notes" Theo says.

"Unfortunately, he has worse handwriting than you do" Dean says. Sam is still in his chair, back to Dean, looking around a little "You gonna come help us with this stuff?" Dean looks over at him while Theo looks down snickering. Sam looks around, and then down to his lap. He shifts uncomfortably and looks up, still keeping his back to Dean and Theo.

"Yeah, yeah. Just give me a sec" Sam moves around a bit in his seat, stretching. Suddenly a knock on the door sounds. The three turns in its direction. Sam stays in his chair as Dean and Theo gets up and she goes to open the door. She opens the door just inches. When she sees who is it, she looks annoyed and opens up the door, walking with it/

"Bela. As I live and breathe" She says sarcastically. Sam swallows visibly as Bela enters, wearing a black trench coat.

"You called me. Remember?"

"I remember you turning us down" Dean says.

"Well, I'm just full of surprises" Bela turns to Sam, who is still in the chair. He lifts one hand at her, waving awkwardly over his shoulder, staying half-turned away from her with his other hand in his lap. He doesn't look her in the eyes.

"Hey, Bela. What’s going on?" Dean and Theo looks from her to Sam, and she continues on.

"I brought you your African Dream Root" She hands over a jar to Theo "Nasty stuff, and not easy to come by" Bela puts her bag on the TV and starts to open her coat, with her back to Sam. Sam sits up, alertly, breathing in anticipation.

"Why the sudden change of heart?" Theo asks.

"What? I can't do you a little favour every now and again?" Sam tenses up in anticipation as her coat slips off.

"No. You can't" Dean says. The coat falls away and reveals her in a regular long-sleeved blue shirt. He lets out a breath silently, visibly relaxing a bit more. "Come on, we wanna know what the string are before you attach them"

"You said this was for Bobby Singer, right?" Theo nods "Well, I'm doing it for her. Not you"

"Bobby? Why?" Theo asks.

"He saved my life once" She pauses "In Flagstaff" Dean and Theo share a look then to Sam, who shrugs. They look back at Bela, still not responding to her statement "I screwed up and he saved me, okay? You satisfied?"

"Maybe" She looks at Theo, who's now looking at the jar, Dean next to her also looking at the jar. Bela looks to Sam.

"So, when do we go on this little magical mystery tour?"

"Oh, you're not going anywhere" Dean says "I don't trust you enough to let in in our car" He gestures to Theo and him “, much less Bobby's head. No offense" Sam looks a bit disappointed. Dean grabs the jar from Theo and walks over to the closet, turning the lights on and opening the safe, which shows the colt. He then puts the jar of dream root besides it, the other three watching as he does so.

"None taken" Sam looks up at her quickly and Dean closes the safe, locking it. He walks into the room again, where Bela is looking a bit annoyed now.

"It's 2 am. Where am I supposed to go?"

"Get a room. Ah, they got the Magic Fingers, a little Case Erotica on pay-per-view. You'll love it" Dean says. Theo shakes her head.

"You..." Bela takes her bag in a huff and walks to the door, retrieving her coat on the way. Sam jumps out of his chair calling after her.

"Nice to see-...Seeing you." She slams the door behind her, ignoring him.

"...Bela" Dean, who was smiling after her, takes that in and he turns to Sam, a bit confused, Theo following Dean’s gaze, giving Sam her own confused look with a slight head tilt.

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nalledimessi · 3 years

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Chapter one: Back Home.

Hello there friends! Sorry for not been here so often now but i have somethings to deal with, but I'm glad to be back and with a serie of my own. I hope you like it, love it, share it and comment. Feedback, reblogs and you keep me going and is love for me!

Before we start I want to leave special regards to my friend @imgoingtofreakoutnow because without her this serie couldn't be possible. Annie, friend, I love you and I'm still can't thank you enough for help me with this. Also thanks to @elijahs-wife hope to see you soon and I hope you're taking care of yourself.

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You stop the engine once you are in the driveway of your home, the same house you shared with him not long ago. You hesitate for a few minutes, playing with the keys in your hand. If only he was here, you think for yourself before taking a deep breath and opening the door. The dark surrounds you while you close the door behind you, leaving your keys and purse on the side table to then walk towards the counter leaving the take-out food on it.

“[Y/N]” his voice coming out of the shadows.

It would never stop to amazed you how he pronounces your name, so soft and so intimate. You sigh resting your hands on the counter, closing your eyes trying to stop the tears that want to get out desperately. “What are you doing here, Elijah? You made it clear you wouldn’t return” you question him before turning to see him.

“The truth of the matter is…” he says, taking his hands to his trousers’ pockets and standing straight, “I still have feelings for you and no matter how hard I try,” —he drops his gaze momentarily to then fix it in yours— “a part of me just doesn’t want to let go” he declares. “[Y/N] I give you…”

“Don’t you dare to finish that” you interrupt him with crystal gaze and anger in your voice, “we both know that as soon Klaus needs you, you won’t hesitate to leave everything behind” —you sigh— “including me, to run to him.” You closed your eyes trying to stop the tears at their edges. “I can’t do this anymore, Elijah” you sob, opening them again. “Please leave” you beg him.

He walks towards you and stops a few inches away, enough for you to inhale his scent. He leans over and deposits a kiss on your head. “I will leave for now.” He lingers close to you a few more seconds to then announce you: “I love you [Y/N] and that is why I have to leave” he confesses before walking out of the door and disappearing in the night.

You know you should’ve told him before, but you know him better than himself; if you had mention it, he would have been torn between choosing his brother and his unborn child.

“We’ll be fine” you say, moving your hand to your abdomen. You take your phone out of your pocket and call the only one you could count on now.

“Are you alright? Where are you?” he picks up alarmed.

“I’m fine, New Orleans” you rush to answer his questions. “I need a place to stay for a few months” you continue.

“Say no more, your room is still the same way you left it” he expresses.

“Thank you, Dean” you say relieved.

“That is what family’s for, we will be waiting for you” you hear him say before ending the call and walking upstairs to pack and go back to Lebanon, Kansas.

You rush to pack up the most essential and everything that could be used to track you down.

You look back through the rear mirror, glancing one last time at what you have called your home with Elijah these last months. -It’s better this way- you say, before starting your way back to your brothers, the Winchesters.

You reach Alexandria, wishing you could keep driving and be far away from New Orleans, Elijah and the chaos that came with being a Mikaelson, but you need to think of the safety and wellness of your child. You decide to spend only the night in Alexandria, stopping at the first motel you saw, and to continue driving at the first light of the day, obviously after breakfast.

“A room for the night” you say as soon you get to the manager office, cap over your head and a big hoodie covering you, making sure to avoid the surveillance camera that was pointing to the door.

“Card or cash?” the old man behind the counter asks while removing the room key off the board keychain.

“Cash” you respond. No way to track you that way, for anyone.

“60 dollars and I need an ID, sweetheart” he grins at you. You place your ID and money on the counter “Room 10 for [Y/N] Winchester, 2nd floor to the right”

“Thanks” you utter, taking the keys and ID from him and following his directions to your room.

Once you settle on bed, your phone starts ringing. You look at the name on the screen and pick it up.

“Hey Sammy” you greet him.

“Dean mentioned you’re coming back, is it true or he’s just playing with me?” The hope in his voice makes you smile.

“It’s true Sammy, I’m on my way. I’m spending the night in Alexandria but will hit the road first thing in the morning after breakfast” you assure him.

“It’s everything alright?” he asks concerned. He knows you after all and even if he was the youngest, he had always been the smart one.

“It’s complicated” you confess.

He chuckles. “I’m starting to think that word means Winchester”

You chuckle back. “Yeah, I think you’re right” you mention playing with the sheet of your bed.

“Alright, be safe. See you when you arrive. Love you [Y/N]”

“Love you too Sammy” you add before hanging up and plugging in your phone next to the Colt M1911A1 that Dean gave you before departing.

Standing in front of the house, Elijah notices that your car isn’t in sight and that the curtains you always keep open are closed. He walks to the entry, using his key to access the house. Looking around the first floor everything was as usual but there was no sight of you.

“[Y/N]?” he calls you from the stairs but no respond. He vamp-speeds to your room to find it completely empty; the closet without a single piece of clothing just like your drawers. The only clothes left are his, with the only exception of his dark blue dress shirt, your favorite. He takes a seat on the bed, taking his head in his palms. If only I had fought for you, he thinks for himself.

He raises his gaze at the sound of the entry door and vamp-speeds downstairs, only to appear in front of his sister. “What are you doing here Rebekah?” he questions, confused and disappointed.

“I came to see [Y/N].” She looks around. “Where she is?” she asks, setting once again his sight on her brother.

“She is gone” he announces, sad and avoiding eye contact with her, “and it seems to be my fault” he adds, taking his hand to his trousers’ pocket. “I apologize Rebekah”

“What happened?” she questions him, crossing her arms. “Don’t tell me you let her go”

He looks at her. “If I admit to you that it’s complicated, would that suffice? Or, are you determined to torment me throughout this endeavor?”

She shakes her head. “Did you push her away?”

“I came last night to arrange things between us, but she asked me to leave and so I left” he vaguely explains.

“And she was gone when you returned.” He nods.

“We should go,” he told her walking to the entrance. “There’s nothing for us here anymore” he concludes, looking around one last time before leaving the house.

It takes you more than you wanted to arrive to the bunker, but finally you are back.

“I’m home” you shout as soon you are inside, your voice followed by the sound of footsteps.

“[Y/N]! Glad you made it kiddo” you roll your eyes at Dean.

“I’m not a kiddo anymore” you say while walking down the stairs.

“You’ll always be to me.” Taking the suit case from you, he pulls you into a hug “I missed you [Y/N]” he whispers in your ear.

“I missed you too” you whisper back, hugging him.

Sam takes your bag from your shoulder and pulls you apart from Dean to crush you to his side “Glad you’re back.” He releases you a little to look at you. “You’re staying longer this time, right?” he inquires.

“Definitely” you smile, pulling back from him. “Where is Cas?” you ask after looking around the room and not seeing the angel with the trench coat.

“I’m here” he appears in front of you, looking directly at yourself. “There’s something different about you [Y/N]” he notices, squinting his eyes while scanning you.

You smile nervously. “I can assure you Cas, the same old me I was when I left. I did cut my hair though, must be it!” you rush to say.

He shakes his head “Perhaps it is.” He gives you one more look then adds “Welcome home”

“Come on,” Dean says, passing his arm over your shoulders, “unpack and refresh yourself and we will be waiting for you in the kitchen.” Dean walks you till your bedroom door.

“See you in a few” you say, taking your suit case from him and dragging it inside.

Chapter Two: Confrontations >

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lebrookestore · 3 years

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tape 5: play

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x reader

Themes: angst, ex! au, college-ish au, small town au. It goes back and forth a lot

Warnings: heavy angst, bittersweet ending, swearing, its very sad, chenle is a jerk

Wc: 6k

Playlist: 2 kids by Taemin, Gone by Rosé, Instagram by Dean, I still do by Why Don’t We, Believed by Lauv

Taglist: @danishmiilk @channoticedmeuwu @chicksung @1-800-seo @blueprint-han @jenosslut @cupidluvstarrz @kkakkdugi @sweetlyjaem @vera-liscious @leetaeyonglover @kunrengui @unknown5tar @kisshim @intokook @mrkcore @coco-riki

Summary: A year after your boyfriend moved away, you find yourself sitting in your room with five tapes, earphones, a cassette player and what you hoped, and feared, was closure.

Authors Note: hello! this fic was supposed to be a small blurb but then i got inspired and lo and behold its a full fledged fic! I can’t believe I wrote this in two days sdfjfjkfjk. Feedback would be very much appreciated for this, since I’ve never written anything like this before ;-;

Midtown, almost got a place out of midtown, Instead I took a plane out of this town, And missed out on us

It was a sunny Saturday morning, as you pulled into your driveway, coming back from the store.

Parking the car and getting the bags, you walked up to the door, knocking it and waiting. You were met with your mother’s smiling face as she took one of the bags of groceries from you.

You lived in a small sleepy town, and attended the college there as well, which meant you still stayed with your parents. You were fine with that, you liked living there, and you could forgo the stress and anxiety of having to re adjust to a new place.

This was your home. It always had been.

Of course, you had been on holidays to other places, you had visited the other town, but when it came to it, you had always found yourself back where you started. There was no other place for you, there never would be.

It was the truth, but it held something bitter.

Then again, you had enough going on already, with being in your freshman year, straight out of high school, college life was very different. You had been to a total of two parties so far, courtesy of your best friend— Lia— dragging you with her.

You had enjoyed them, but it wasn’t something you would voluntarily participate in again.

The workload was something that had definitely changed, bogged down with mandatory lectures and assignments, tests popping up like a bad smell, you had more than enough to occupy you.

“Something has arrived for you!” Your mother said, almost excitedly, “It’s on the table.”

You helped her put away the groceries, walking to your living room, eyes falling on the package sitting on the table. It was somewhat shabbily wrapped, with tape haphazardly stuck on it to keep it together, and a tag pasted on the top.

Picking it up, you pass it from your right hand to your left, feeling its weight, reading the little tag. It held your address, your name and another name you hadn’t seen in almost a year.

Your mind ran at a hundred miles per minute, wondering why it was here, why his name was on it. It made no sense to you.

“Darling? Are you okay?”

Your mothers voice snapped out of your reverie, nodding slowly, “I’ll be in my room, finishing off a project”, you said carefully, trying not to show any sort of emotion as you climbed up the stairs of your house, two at a time, making sure not to drop the package.

Closing the door, you place it on your bed, reading over the tag again, a bitter taste filling your mouth. A name you hadn’t thought of in a year coming back now. It was so random, so absolutely unnecessary.

You curled your fingers around the messy brown paper, tearing it open as your mind reeled. The crackling sound filled the silence as the contents of it make itself known to you.

A shoebox.

It’s dusty, a dark blue colour with a line of red running at its side. There were two holes on either end, lined with metal piping and you could just about make out the nike symbol on the top. You brushed your hand over it, the dust coming off easily and sticking to your fingers.

Why would he send you this?

His name sticks out on the tag like a sore thumb, reminding you of what you lost, mocking you. Always content with where you are, hmm? His voice comes back, as clear as day. It’s as if he’s standing there, giving you his chesire cat grin as he spoke the words.

Zhong Chenle.

Lifting the lid off the box, you’re thrown into confusion. A cassette player, a pair of earphones, and five tapes. Picking up the player, you smile briefly at the dramatic set up. He could’ve called you, or sent a message, so why did he take the pains of sending you something as old and unnecessary as this?

Then again, it had been a year since he stopped picking up your calls, since you stopped trying to call him. A year since all contact had been cut off, as if he had never existed in the first place.

Sometimes you wondered if Chenle had been a hallucination. An imaginary friend.

Friend.

The questions filter in. Why? It had been a year, so why had he sent you this now? You had finally told yourself you were over it, that you didn’t need an answer, but somehow as soon as you did that, you found yourself sitting in your room on your bed with what could be it.

The tapes were numbered in permanent marker in his messy handwriting, from one to five, indicating the order in which they were to be listened to in. You picked up the first, slotting it in the player and waiting.

You didn’t know what you were waiting for.

You pressed play. There was crackling, but only for a moment, until it went silent. Maybe this was all a mistake, maybe this wasn’t even happening. Maybe-

i] tape 1: you deserve to hate me

Hey

His voice cut through your spiraling thoughts as you froze in place. He sounded the same as you last heard him, a little muffled due to the recording but the same. At the same time he sounded like a stranger. There was silence for a moment again, before he spoke up.

This is stupid isn’t it?

You felt the urge to answer, but your mouth went dry. It had been so, so long, and even though you had adequate time to get over him, it suddenly felt as if you were treading unfamiliar territory once again.

I-I don’t know why I’m doing this. I think it’s because I feel so horrible, I need an outlet. I guess speaking it into existence and recording it makes is my outlet. Making it all real.

But that’s fucking terrifying.

You don’t think you’re following, confused once again.

Y/n

You hear him take a deep breath right after your name, and it sends a chill down your spine, hearing him say your name once again. You had almost forgotten how it sounded.

I don’t know if you’ll ever hear this, or listen to it. If you don’t I’ll actually be glad. You don’t deserve to, I’ve been a jerk to you. I’m sorry. I hope you hate me, I definitely deserve it.

I’m moving in two months.

The realization hits you, this had been recorded a year ago as well, two months before he left without a word or warning. It was old, he was here when he recorded it.

You didn’t quiet know how you felt, not yet anyways.

And you won’t know until I’m gone.

I’m moving to Korea, and I refuse to tell you, even if it makes me the bad guy, even if it feels worse, because that’s my dream.

I got signed by a record label after sending them that demo I did —remember it? We both went to the studio together, you listening outside as I sang. You were right by my side, all the time.

Except now when I record this, except when I leave.

I refuse to tell you, because the moment I do I know it’ll be real, realer than it is now as I say it. I don’t want to see the look on your face when I say I’m going, I know it’ll make me want to stay, but I don’t want to stay.

You knew exactly what he was talking about, you could recollect that day clearly. There was a small studio a little outside the town. That day, he had booked it for two hours to record a demo, his singing mentor with him and you tagging along.

It had always been like that, the two of you against the world, until, of course he left.

I physically can’t stay, I hate it here Y/n. It’s not for me, I want to get out, that had always been the plan. I want to get out and be free, I want to achieve my dreams. Maybe it’s selfish, maybe I don’t deserve a minute more of your time, but I want it all.

That’s why I’m not going to tell you —so I can have it all, at least until I don’t have you.

But you, you don’t deserve this, do you? Of course you don’t, but I suppose you’re the one with the shitty luck, you’re the one who ended up with me and now I’m going to hurt you.

He laughs a dry, breathy laugh. It was half hearted, as if he was trying to get himself to believe the situation was funny.

It’s not your fault I-fuck I’m sorry.

You heard a click and the tape died off, he had stopped recording there. The first tape was finished, and honestly, you didn’t know how to react. One part of you wanted to feel nothing, you wanted to put the player and the five tapes back into the box and send them away, or lock them in your closet to never find them again.

But the other part of you wanted to know more. You wanted to know how he felt, what went through his mind during that time. You wanted to know just how you lost Chenle, the first boy you ever loved.

Suddenly you felt overwhelmed, vulnerable almost. It was as if someone had opened up an old wound and left it open.

You got to your feet abruptly, pulling the earphones from your ears and dropping them on your bed, taking a step away and blinking rapidly. You couldn’t get caught up in the past, you couldn’t put yourself through that again.

But it was hard when the past was in your present.

Wasted, and all of my regret, I can taste it, If I had a time-machine, I would take it, And make it back to us

That night you couldn’t sleep.

The box sat on your desk, right next to your laptop, staring at you. You turned around on your bed, looking the other way, only to be met with the white of the walls.

You never liked the colour white.

It was too plain, too open for interpretation. It never had a solid answer. You liked stability, you wanted something permanent. You were the type of person that needed that reassurance.

Perhaps that’s why you were happy where you were, you didn’t find the appeal in starting over, because that meant nothing was certain. You stayed where you were because everything was already laid out for you.

It was like a colouring book in your little town, the lines all set out, everything drawn for you. Change meant you had to sketch everything from scratch. What if you messed up?

Needless to say, it was a good thing you weren’t an art major.

“This is ridiculous”, you whispered to yourself, sighing at the fact that you were now talking to yourself. You rolled over so that you were lying on your back, staring at the ceiling. The glow in the dark stars shone with their dull green light. You remember the day you had put them up, with Chenle.

You shared a lot of memories with him.

“Fucking hell”, you hissed, sitting up, swinging your legs off the edge of your bed and walking to your desk, sitting on the chair. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you picked up the second tape, inserting it in the player and putting the earphones on, waiting for it to begin.

ii] tape 2: milk before cereal

I know I’m making some terrible decisions, I really do, but if there’s one thing I stand by, its the fact that milk definitely goes before the cereal.

Why am I talking about this?

Well, because today you came over, Y/n, you came over and the two of us were watching a movie, and in the middle of it, you decided you wanted to have cereal, specifically frosted flakes.

So what do we do? We have cereal because I can’t say no to you. You’re welcome by the way, honestly, I deserve the boyfriend of the year award.

A moment of silence.

No I don’t. I really don’t.

You bit your lower lip, shutting your eyes. It was the way he switched, the way his demeanor changes so suddenly that made you want to scream. Sometimes it felt like he was telling a story, one you knew and loved.

Only for the next moment to bring you down to reality, reminding you that all stories don't have happy endings.

Anyways, we got the cereal and you objected when I put the milk first, saying that it was wrong, but how? In what way? Here me out Y/n, I shall tell you why I’m right, even If I’m not actually talking to you.

You couldn’t help but scoff at this, shaking your head at Chenle. He had always had a flair for being dramatic in the littlest ways possible. It was endearing.

Putting the cereal first means it sits in the milk for longer! If you put the cereal last, you can have it crunchy! Isn’t that ten times better? Unless you’re one of the devils spawn and like soggy cereal. If so I’m hypothetically breaking up with you right here right now.

Ah...bad wording. I keep forgetting I have to break up with you. I don’t want to, is that selfish?

You deserve the truth, if only I was strong enough to give it to you. Staying silent is so much easier.

It’s not lying, not completely anyways. I’m not lying if I don’t tell you at all. I suppose it’s a half truth then, with the truth hidden in plain sight.

*click*

Lying. That’s what he did, even though he spent the last few minutes of the tape trying to justify it, he lied. He trampled all over your heart without a single warning.

You had trusted Chenle, having known him since you were thirteen. He had completely destroyed that trust. Something like that couldn’t be fixed so easily, not even if he had sent you these tapes.

Then again, you didn’t know why he sent them.

You retreated to your bed, turning away from the tapes, the words and memories they held, facing white once again.

You had met Chenle when the two of you were thirteen, in eight grade math. The boy was failing the class, and one day you found him sitting early morning in class, with his head in his hands as he groaned over some sort of equation.

You had offered to help, and the smile he gave was the brightest one you had ever seen, he was practically grinning from ear to ear. That was the beginning of your friendship, and the two of you were inseperable.

Ninth grade it was confirmed that the two of you were best friends, sitting together, complaining about teachers together, going places together so your parents didn’t need to tag along.

In your last year of high school the two of you started dating, and when you had told your parents, they were ecstatic, confessing they had always thought the two of you would end up together.

He was always there for you, every time you needed him. You could give him a call and he would be outside your door. If you were feeling insecure or scared, he was always there to hype you up.

You had been best friends before, you were lovers then, and it was amazing. You loved everything about being with Chenle. You loved everything about him, from his toothy grin to his obnoxiously loud laugh.

You loved the way his eyes sparkled when he had an idea (which, for the most part, were absolutely terrible. Needless to say the two of you got in trouble a lot), when he sang for you when you stayed over, the way he would always make sure you were never cold.

You loved him.

It was written in the stars, you were meant to be, it was the perfect combination. Chenle was the right person for you- the perfect person.

A year later you woke up with him gone, no texts, no warnings. He had just gone, leaving you alone.

Right person, wrong time.

Monday came around sooner than you thought it would, the weekend passing in a blur as you walked out of your first class, spotting Lia leaning against the wall outside your class, scrolling through something on her phone.

She was an exchange student, not originally from your town, but had fit right in. Sometimes you wished you could be like that.

“Oh! You’re out! Listen, there’s a party on Friday and you’re coming with me”, she stated. It wasn’t a request, it was a fact, you were to go with her. In her own words, ‘if I didn’t exist you’d probably have no social life.’

To be fair, she wasn’t wrong.

You nodded defeatedly, walking with her down the hallway, “I assume you want to go because of the cute new guy?”

She glared, but didn’t refute your accusation, “His name is Mark”, she said, “And that is none of your business.”

You snickered, “Oh it so is, you like him don’t you? Is this going to be another one of your crushes?”

Lia was notorious for having a new crush almost every week, being a very flighty person, her mind changed before you could even say her name. This was a bit of a problem, considering you went to her for advice a lot.

Her indecisive nature was not the best for that.

She rolled her eyes at this, “He’s cute, why not? Wonder if I can get him to dance with me at the party. You’re going to be my hype woman-”

“And the sober buddy?”

Lia ignored that.

“Also there’s this new singer”, she said, handing you one of her earbuds, “apparently he came from here!”

Taking one of the earbuds, you were hit with a familiar voice. It sounded amazing honestly, catchy, everything a song needed, but it was the voice that hit you. You didn’t even need to ask Lia for the singer, swallowing the lump in your throat and glancing at her phone, which confirmed your suspicions.

Filling with some sort of dread, your hands immediately went to hold your hand, specifically the bottom where the cassette player and the tapes were. You had been carrying them around with you, as if scared they would disappear if you left them alone.

“Isn’t he good?”

You nodded, not daring to answer as you bit your lower lip, “Hey Lili, I need to use the washroom so see ya later”, you said, handing her the earbud and taking off in the other direction, pushing open the doors to the washroom and getting into one of the stalls.

You had stalled listening to the next tape all Sunday, you didn’t even know why, but hearing him sing, that fact that he had actually made it, it struck something in you. You wanted to feel proud of him, but all you felt was bitter.

Was it a coincidence that this new singer had come out- Chenle himself- right when you received the tapes?

Pushing the top of the toilet down, you took a seat, taking the player out and plugging in, you pressed play for the third tape, waiting for it to begin playing.

tape iii] ill miss our dates

Remember when we went for that field trip? Ninth grade? We sat in the back of the bus together avoiding the stares of our teachers when they told us to sit down?

Then they pulled us apart? Yeah, mean fuckers.

Anyways, that’s not what I wanted to talk about, I just felt like reminiscing for a sec there, but today we went of a date! Well, I mean we got ice cream and then went to the park, but hey, it was fun.

You smiled. He had always jumped from one topic to another without any meaning to either. Sometimes it was a frustrating habit, (you had been on the receiving end of these useless conversations several times, which ended with you glaring at him exasperatedly), but for the most part, extremely comical.

I’m going to miss that. I’m going to miss you. Your little smile — have I ever told you just how pretty your smile is? Your eyes light up and crinkle at the sides and its something I don’t think I’ll ever forget, even when I’m gone.

You clutched the cassette player, marveling at the irony. He was talking about your smile, but why did you want to cry?

It’s a month left now, and I want to make the most of it. Tomorrow I’m taking you to the amusement part and then next week I’m surprising you with dinner. I guess doing things for you —for us — makes me feel better, like I’m compensating.

You deserve the world Y/n, and I want to see that world while you’re happy where you are.

You don’t deserve having to deal with me.

*click*

Your eyes burned, because you remembered each of those events. You had been so happy, so overjoyed at them. They burned with tears because there it was again, that reminder that you were destined to be stuck right where you were, because you were that idiot who was content.

But if someone, anyone, asked you at that very moment if you were happy, the answer would’ve been an outright no.

1 YEAR AGO

“Hey Chenle?”

“Hmm?”

“Why do you want to leave?”

The boy thought about this for a second, before smiling wistfully, “Don’t you want to know how it is outside home?”

“But everything I need is here.”

Your eyes held a question, you were genuinely baffled by his reasoning, the way he was so stuck of getting out. You studied your bewildered expression, shaking his head. “You’re lucky”, he said finally, “You know exactly what you want.”

“Of course I don’t, but I know what I need Chenle, and that’s all around me.”

He shook away his other thoughts, “Hey maybe we’ll go exploring the world together some day.

You blinked, “You want me there with you?”

He nodded, grinning widely, “I want to take you along, Imagine, it’ll be fucking awesome, and hey this time there will be no teachers to separate us. We can even stand in the bus-if we’re taking a bus, that it.”

You laughed, “Maybe”, you mused, looking back down at your phone, “While I don’t exactly see the appeal, it would be fun to be with you.”

Chenle’s smile faltered, but he didn’t let it fall completely, wrapping his arms around you and sighing, closing his eyes and whispering something just loud enough for you to hear.

“Maybe.”

Why did it feel this way?

Chenle was right- you didn’t deserve this, you didn’t deserve to feel this way at all. It had been a year, so why did it affect you?

Why was it all happening at once?

You clicked your tongue, eyeing the player with contempt. You felt pathetic for being curious, for still feeling so attached to old news. It wasn’t as if it was going to change anything, so why?

Why did you still want to know?

Curiosity killed the cat. You wondered if knowing would somehow kill you.

No one was at home currently, so you sat in the living room on your couch. The items you were trying so hard to ignore were sitting on the small table in front of the couch, as if waiting for you to pick them up once again.

You wondered if you should tell Lia and ask her opinion about the situation. She may not be that helpful, but hell, she could help you burn the tapes if worse came to worse.

Sometimes you wished you had never met Chenle, that your history with him could be erased from your memories. You wished it never existed because fuck, it still hurt.

Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself and pressed play.

tape iv] firsts with you

Do you remember our first kiss?

We were eighteen, in my room, playing Jenga. That was a year ago, oh god, I can’t even imagine, how has it been a year? You were wearing one of my shirts and jeans, your hair was in a ponytail. The two of us were sitting on the carpet on my floor.

You had successfully gotten one of the wooden pieces out of a risky area of the tower, but then it was my turn, it feel to the ground, destroyed.

I blamed you, and you laughed, and our banter continued. We argued and at one point I started tickling you to get you to shut up, because honestly-Jesus Christ Y/n you’re fucking stubborn.

Anyways I ended up on top of you and the two of us were laughing. You looked so pretty, hair messily scattered around your face as you attempted to get out of my hold.

I leaned down and kissed you.

Your throat closed up as he spoke. Your eyes stung and you raked your hand through your hair, biting down on your lower lip. The way he was speaking about it, as if he would do anything to go back, it struck something in you.

Because if you had the chance, you would go back as well.

You tasted like that strawberry chapstick you liked to wear. I could tell you were surprised, because you didn’t kiss me back for a good two seconds —which, by the way sent me into a panic for a moment there.

But then you kissed me, and fuck, it was like everything had stopped. I couldn’t think for a second, it was like the world had started spinning around me, and the only thing that was keeping me grounded, was you.

Was it supposed to hurt like this?

You sucked in a sharp breath, fingers fisted the material of your shirt as you tried keeping your composure. You didn’t want to cry, but he was making it so, so hard for you.

You remembered how it felt when he kissed you, you were legitimately so confused, was he really kissing you? Your best friend, the boy you had loved quietly for so long, kissing you?

Chenle was your first kiss, and it was the most perfect first kiss you could have ever asked for, even if you were on the floor, with random Jenga blocks scattered around the two of you.

The smile you gave me after I pulled away, I wish I could remember it forever. It was goofy as you burst into giggles, and asked me, “What was that for?”

I blinked in surprise, wondering how you seemed so normal, when for me everything had changed. I had kissed my best friend, the one girl I care the most about.

I must have looked like a tomato oh god.

Instead of waiting for my to answer, you sat up, pulling me into another kiss. This time it was me who was unprepared. The kiss was messy, it had no structure or plan, but I realized in that moment, that I really liked kissing you, and I wanted to do it more often.

You became my girlfriend.

The wistful tone he was using was starting to affect you. You had loved Chenle, almost too much. You could almost feel that nostalgic happiness you felt that day when he kissed you for the first time, the disbelief and joy that wrapped around the two of you.

A wave of sadness followed that nostalgia.

Our first date was so fucking awkward. We were at that little cafe you loved, you ordered a cheesecake and I got a smoothie, and then we sat in silence for a good five minutes.

It really shouldn’t have been that painful, considering we knew everything about each other already, then again that might be why it was awkward, I had nothing to ask you about.

So naturally I brought up school and that started it, the two of us complaining about the amount of assignments we had, and Mrs. Choi’s annoying squeaky voice- I swear to god that woman took a second for each word.

But I digress.

Slowly our conversation felt normal again, it was just us, eating cheesecake and drinking smoothies, together.

That wave of sadness crashed down upon you like a tsunami, trying to snuff you out. It felt like you couldn’t breathe, you were struggling to keep yourself together. You were struggling to stay afloat, you had lost any leverage you had that was holding you up.

You couldn’t fight the waves.

My flight is in two hours. It’s four in the morning and we’re about to walk through the door and get to the airport, but I wanted to talk to you once again, even if we’re not really talking.

I’m pathetic.

You’re sleeping, in your bed at your home, you don’t know I’m going because I’m the coward that refused to tell you the truth. I’ll be gone by the time you wake up and then you’ll know.

You’ll know how much of a waste of time I was.

And then you were angry.

You were angry because he had no right to just come back into your life like this, no fucking right to make you cry. He wasn’t even here, but somehow he had managed to make you fall apart just with his words, with his voice.

He had no right to tear your world apart, the little composure you had standing. You had finally accepted the fact that he was gone, you had moved on, and even tried to forget.

But here he was, making sure you could never forget.

You hated how selfish he was, how absolutely fucking oblivious. He had no clue, not even one as to how you felt when he just disappeared from your life, as if he never existed. He had broken you and here he was, breaking you again.

With trembling hands, you stopped the tape from playing any further, angry tears making their way down your face as you flung the player across the room. You had no intention of listening any further, you didn’t want to, you didn’t care.

Closure hurt more than him leaving.

You buried your head in your hands, letting yourself fall apart, but just this once.

tape iv] continued [unheard]

I’m sorry Y/n. I’m so fucking sorry.

You don’t have to believe me, because I’m leaving anyways, so I suppose that cancels out my apologies huh? I’m the worst person you ever met. I’m not stopping, I’m not going to leave you a text.

Because I don’t want to hurt you anymore.

I’ll be gone before we could ever be.

Should’ve believed in us, while we existed, cuz now the whole things fucked, and just a figment of my imagination

Time heals all hurt, and reminders bring them back, cutting through your skin like a knife, making you bleed.

A week later, you found yourself sitting in your favorite cafe, the same cafe Chenle talked about in the last tape. You ordered a cheesecake and a smoothie, inserting the fifth and final tape into the player.

The last time you did this, you were left hurt and distraught, promising yourself you would never go back to listen to him again. You had put the shoebox in your closet, hiding it behind your clothes that hung from the rack.

Yet here you were.

You didn’t bother finishing the fourth tape, you didn’t see the need to.

This tape, you observed, was newer looking, with less scratches on the plastic, even the marker on the side looked more recent, a little rushed if you went into detail.

The cheesecake and drink arrived, and you took a bite, pressing play.

tape v] play

Hey.

He sounded a little different too, older perhaps. His voice was smoother, but he sounded unsure of himself. It sounded as if he was trying to figure out how to approach the topic. He was being cautious.

It’s been a while. I...I don’t know why I’m doing this. There’s no point- you’re not even here. I found these stupid tapes yesterday in my dorm when I was cleaning out and gave them a listen.

Silence.

I envy you, Y/n. I wish I was like you, happy wherever I was. But I’m not, and I probably caused you great unhappiness while trying to search for my own- but I was happy with you, so happy it was ridiculous.

I sabotaged that.

You sighed, realizing you felt nothing. You were tired of crying over Chenle, you were done doing that. Instead you felt empty, like you had been tired out, like it didn’t matter anymore. At this point you were to get it over with, to finish it off on clean ending note.

My song comes out next week, and it’ll be done. I’ve made it Y/n, I’ve gotten to where I wanted to be, the place I had worked so hard to get to. I’ve sacrificed so much for this and it’s all been worth it- except one thing.

I don’t expect you to listen to my song, I just wanted to tell you. I..I hope you’re proud of me. Even if I was a jerk, I hope you can be proud, at least a little bit, because then I’ll have finally made it.

I miss you.

The same words are at the tip of your tongue, I miss you, I miss you so fucking much, but they never came out. They didn’t have to, it would be useless. He would never hear them.

Instead, you swallowed them back down.

And even though I made fun of you for staying home, I hope you’re happy like I am, I hope we’ll meet again one day. If we do I challenge you to a game of Jenga, loser buys the winner ice cream.

I-fuck this is the hardest part- but I hope you’ve moved on. One of us has to.

*click*

You don’t take the tape out of the player, you don’t touch it at all. You feel oddly calm as you take another bite of your cheesecake, savoring the strawberry reserve that it came with it. You could almost imagine yourself at eighteen again sitting opposite your new boyfriend.

You missed it, the memories that came along with it. That was it, you missed the feelings you had.

But you were okay. You would be okay right where you were, because that’s where you belonged. It hurt, yeah, but it had hurt back then as well. Now it was just a dull ache, all that was left was regret.

Regret that it didn’t work out, regret over unspoken words and unnecessary pain.

A familiar song filled the cafe as you smiled somewhat sadly, leaning back in your seat and closing your eyes.

“I’m proud of you Chenle”, you whispered, “Because you did what I couldn’t”

You left the cafe a little later, with the cassettes in your bag, an empty plate and the smoothie sitting on the table, untouched. After all, that smoothie wasn’t for you.

There was nothing to wait for anymore. You had loved and you had lost, Chenle was a stranger with your secrets and a familiar voice and that was it.

You had forgiven him a long time ago, even without him being deserving of it. Now with all the loose ends being tied up, it felt like you could finally let go of him, you could finally move on.

And forget.

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“If jimmy came back from the dead, what do you think he’d say when he finds out Dean and cas are together and have kids”

(i was asked this on twitter and shared there. but i know not all of you follow me there i thought i’d share on here too. this is how i answered)

sorry this one took a while to answer. i wanted time to think about it because i never even considered the thought before. a lot of people say to me "imagine if jimmy had never died in tbah" and kind of miss the point of the fic. like yeah, it’d be great. it’d be great if none of the people we loved had died. yeah, “imagine if jimmy had never died” misses the point - but this question doesn't. and i think it's what a lot of bereaved people wish for, anyway. just a chance to say everything, one last time.

where to start.

i think if jimmy came back for a day (and the thought makes me cry)... he'd knock on the door of the big white house. or they'd just find him sitting in his old armchair in the living room like nothing had happened at all. but something has happened, something massive and irreversible, so maybe him knocking on the door would fit better.

jack's probably the one to open it. he frowns and thinks he recognises the face smiling back at him, but it's older than he's ever seen it, and he's not so good with faces, so he's not sure. jimmy smiles and says hello, does castiel still live here?

and jack says “yes, why?”. jimmy still smiles. his smile is wider, warmer now. he says he's travelled very far. he says he's an old family friend. could he come in? it’s raining outside. it’s raining - and though jimmy stands under the porch, it’d be mean to leave him out in it. jack pulls open the door and says if jimmy is selling anything, they probably wont need it: they have everything they need in this house. jimmy smiles and says he's glad. he treads slowly down the hall, looking around him, like he's trying to savor it. he runs his finger along the crack in the mirror that has always been there, at least since jack arrived. he smiles to himself, but it’s a little sad.

he stops at a photo of dean and castiel playing on the tire swing they made when they were kids. his eyes pinch at their corners. jack says, “what are you smiling at?” jimmy says, i was there when that was taken. jack says “oh. that's my father”. and he points to castiel. jimmy turns to jack and smiles so wide tears wring out of his eyes. he asks, really? jack frowns and says “of course”. why would he lie about that? jimmy says, i hope he doesn't miss his own dad too much. jack says “sometimes he and dean get sad about it”. jimmy pauses. castiel and dean are friends? he asks. jack nods seriously. “best friends,” he answers. “everyone knows that.” jimmy takes a gentle hold of jack's shoulder and squeezes.

jack says “that's how dean squeezes my shoulder, too”. jimmy asks, you see him often? he asks it with a hopeful smile. jack nods with a frown, very serious. jimmy laughs and says, you know, you frown just like your father. funny thing, family resemblance. jack shrugs and says “maybe, but i was adopted”.

jimmy falters. he blinks. he glances down the corridor again, and his eyes light on a different picture, taken decades after the one on the tire swing. he treads slowly towards it. jack follows after him, speaking. “i just think,” he frowns, and it's still castiel's frown, “if you really were close family friends with castiel, you'd know he adopted his children.”

jimmy has stopped in front of the photograph and he stares at it, lips parted in a ghost-smile. family, friend. family, and a friend, jimmy corrects. that’s what i meant. i’m old family, and an old friend. jack watches him. “that's them on their wedding day,” he supplies. jimmy smiles. soft tears, tears like a gentle autumn rain, are on his cheeks, now. yes, he says, it is. a little late, considering, but maybe... he trails off. timed perfectly. a heavy footfall sounds on the stairs, a thunder to match the rain outside, and claire calls to jack, “dude, you said you'd get me a snack! it’s not rocket science! what’s the holdup?” but she stops short at the sight of the old man in the hall. claire's better with faces than jack.

hello, jimmy smiles, but claire is already yelling for her dads.

it's a sunday afternoon. dean hadn't planned on being awake and active. he’d been napping while cas did a grocery run. but claire screaming to high heaven is a surefire way to set elanor into confusion. he groans and rolls out of bed, rubbing his eyes. he picks elanor up and carries her down the stairs in one arm. “claire,” he grumbles, “you know cas is out fuelling your damn addiction to lucky charms. what is it?”

he stops short at the foot of the stairs. his mouth is open and his eyes are glassy. elanor keeps asking “daddy are you okay? who’s that man?” and it takes dean a minute to stop staring before softly putting elanor down and telling her to go get her brother, jacob. “tell him there’s food in the kitchen, or something,” dean says, and jimmy hasn’t stopped staring or smiling warmly at him and his eyes are leaking autumn rain. “but there isn’t,” elanor says, and dean answers “so lie. there’s someone i—” but he can’t finish the sentence. and elanor shakes her head with serious disapproval and climbs back up the stairs.

dean steps toward him, trying to stammer out his name, but the tears strangle his voice and before he knows it he’s wrapped tight in jimmy’s arms, taller than him by far, now, but feeling eighteen again. feeling eighteen again and like he’s just finished yelling at jimmy that he doesn’t need a father, never needed a father, that he coped just fine without one, anyway. all of those things were lies when dean said them. he wants to say they were lies, wants to tell jimmy now that he needed a father, always needed a father, didn’t cope without one but that also, when he needed one most, jimmy was his father. he wants to say thank you. thank you, thank you, thank you for everything and sorry for every angry answer and scowl and bitter lie, please know dean didn’t mean them, he was just hurt and afraid. but jimmy already knows this. knew that, even then, and besides, the words won’t come. he just holds onto jimmy tight and thinks he probably did fall asleep in his bed and this is another one of those grief dreams, another one of those grief dreams that’s gonna throw him off for weeks but one he wants to savor forever.

he’s soaking jimmy’s shirt with tears. the guy smells like his old cologne. and blueberry pancakes. dean cries a little harder, afraid to let go.

“are you proud of me?”

it’s the first thing he’s managed to say to the old man. “are you proud of me?” he keeps asking, over and over again, and jimmy holds him tight and answers yes, yes, every time. yes.

and then cas comes home. cas comes home dripping from the rain from the walk to the front door and drops the damp brown paper bags onto the floor and apples roll onto the floor and he’s staring at his father and can’t speak, just like dean couldn’t speak, and can’t breathe. and jimmy is sat at the kitchen table with his grandchildren just like castiel mourned he would never be able to, and jacob is showing jimmy one of his paintings and elanor is holding his hand and claire has just made him a cup of tea, and jimmy smiles at castiel. “i see you got my last letter,” he says. and castiel steps into the kitchen and sobs that he’s sorry he never got to reply. and jimmy says that he’s sorry, too. cas shows him the little saplings they all planted for tu b'shevat, standing in a line on the windowsill. jimmy loved growing things. and cas asks how long jimmy has with them. when he’s going… back. to wherever ‘there’ is.

and jimmy says he has until the rain stops. and castiel wishes it would rain forever, that all of kansas would be blanketed in it, a second flood, torrenting about the land, and them in their own ark, the big white house, bobbing about on the water, sharing food and stories and laughter and lost time, stolen time, time which was stolen from them. aren’t his and dean’s tears a substitute enough for rain when it stops, anyway? their tears are sure as rain in autumn, and not likely to ease soon. he wishes the rain would never stop.

but it has to, eventually. all things do. no matter how blessed.

#tbah #to build a home #obviously we cant consider this canon but #honestly if jimmy could come back and see dean and cas together...#i dont think for a minute he'd be surprised #maybe unable to stop smiling but #he'd probably not even reference the fact that for a while it seemed impossible that dean and cas would ever get together #instead he'd say he was sorry he couldn't make the wedding #and they'd cry and say yeah. me too #oh and the kids !!! the kids would love him of course #i can see jacob getting so attached to him #sticking to jimmy's side like glue #eventually cas takes down the poetry book he wrote for jimmy #places it in jimmys hands #jimmy flips open to the dedications page - sees cas's handwritten note to dean in it #the note that says 'often in my mind and always in my heart. remember you were in his too'#and he smiles and looks at dean who's looking down and trying not to cry #but jimmy knows dean and presses his hand to the back of dean's neck before pulling his son and his son in law toward him for a hug #and he says youve made excellent fathers #and they say we learnt from the best #we learnt from the best

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Reunion |Dean Winchester x Mom! Reader|

Anon: Can I request Dean Winchester? X reader?. He breaks up with her a few years ago before he starts the whole hunting thing? And like? reader finds out she’s pregnant and the baby is his but never tells him, so once their son reaches 6-years-old? They run into each other when Y/n discovers something bad about her home? And later it’s all fluff-?-! Thank you!!

Note: S/n (Son’s Name). This took a lot of turns, Please forgive me if this wasn’t living to anyone’s expectations. This is like, my first time writing for Supernatural so...

The girl had embraced the smell of the bar, the liquor burning her throat and sending a very intensive taste into her mouth. Eyes roaming around as she waited for the return of her boyfriend. Dean Winchester. The two met from a bar hopping night which was eventful for them both, after a nice one night together. Dean couldn’t get enough of the girl, she was too addicting so the two became more than a hookup. They became a couple with much love and care in the world. Nothing about them would change, Y/n wanted to believe it as well as Dean did. She remembers when he explained his childhood when she finally believed him, he took pride upon it. Yet, Dean hadn’t found the courage to admit something to her, something he was hiding.

3 weeks ago, Dean wanted to set out in search for his father, wanting to get Sam to join him. The job was far too dangerous for someone like Y/n. He didn’t wanna risk her safety, her life, her. And yet, he hadn’t told her, leaving her to believe he would be by her all the time. Poor Y/n, how clueless she was sitting at a bar waiting for him to come back some time soon. But he didn’t. His seat remained empty and her glass remained empty after each refill.

“That’s enough for me. Thank you,” Y/n finally spoke up as she stood from her seat, grabbing her phone and wallet.

She walked outside, nothing but the cool breeze, night sky, stars, and full moon remained. Ringing Dean again, attempting to reach his number. Each ring went by, each call remained failed. So she gave it one last attempt, finally, he picked up.

“Hello?” he spoke. His voice coming out more quiet and bothered.

She had taken notice in her boyfriend’s change of behavior, she took notice in the way he answered the phone. He’s always calling her pet names to make her cringe as she would laugh but the only thing she got was a simple and boring, Hello. This was nothing like her Dean but would she be so wrong for questioning him?.

“Where are you?” she slurred slightly, the feeling of heavy liquor setting over her. “You were supposed to be back an hour ago”.

Her voice couldn’t sound demanding and intimidating, instead. Her voice came out soft and sad, the shakiness remaining. Dean’s heart wrenched tightly at the tone she gave him. He knew he fucked up, he knew he was in the wrong.

“I’m on my way just sit tight” he said before hanging up. Causing the girl too groan in frustration. Removing her heels from her aching feet, she sat on the steps to the bar. Allowing the breeze to hit her exposed skin, watching people enter and exit the bar. She hated it. Her and Dean would bicker but it was nothing like him to leave her alone in a bar. He was always protective over her, not allowing a drunk to put his filthy hands on her but he left her alone and stranded. She felt as if she was the issue, she couldn’t help but live in her thoughts.

‘What if he’s fallen out of love?’

It was a common thought in her mind but her thinking was interrupted by a car pulling up. She thanked the heavens, it was Dean. He got out as he walked up to her. The sight of her being tipsy and upset bothered him, Dean wasn’t immune to seeing her so upset since they had been the happy and cheerful couple.

“Let’s get you home” he suggested before picking her up, all she could do was lean into his touch, this is what she craved. Yet it was like he didn’t crave her, almost like he didn’t bother. He opened the door to his car, gently placing her in the passenger seat before closing it. Going to the drivers side, she leaned her head against the cold glass, her eyes roaming the somewhat blurry lights.

“Are you leaving me?” she suddenly asked out loud. Dean stopped what he was doing, staring at her. He could tell her question was slurred but it wasn’t drunk feelings that would past by. It was her genuine concern.

“What gave you that idea?” he asked her, had she found out so soon this was gonna happen?. She shook her head and looked at him, her eyes were cold and bitter. He stared back at her before putting his foot on the peddle, she leaned against the window again. His eyes scanning the road.

The silence was visible, unspoken tension in the air, the bitter and all too familiar feeling circled them. “You won’t speak to me about anything when it comes to our future, I told you I wanted us to settle down, get married, You can continue the hunting job, I don’t care but I was open and honest when you asked me what I wanted, I said I wanted this relationship to be forever. So what are you not telling me?” she explained and questioned him, she was expressive about her feelings. But she knew he had more to speak about.

“We’ll talk when we get back home” He said playing it off. She only hummed in response, her heart aching at his words. Brushing her off like she was just some child. Like her feelings didn’t matter, she felt useless to the situation. They built a home together. A nice comfortable apartment, they called it home. So where could she be going wrong?.

The two exited the car, entering the comfortable apartment that smelled like comfort lavender. The scented candles making the apartment smell fresh, the warmth of home overtaking her. As she walked to the bedroom, her eyes stopped upon a packed bag. Nothing could process, she was far too scared of reaching inside to find out what it could be. Yet she acted as if she hadn’t spotted it, walking past it, turning a blind eye.

“Can we talk before you shower?” Dean asked. She nodded her head, as she put her phone and wallet on the bed. Walking into the living room, she sat on the couch beside him. Dean hadn’t looked too happy about this talk.

“I...Wanna break up with you...” he said suddenly. His words processing in her mind, nothing made sense. She had so many questions but only asking a few would be the best choice for her.

“Are you falling out of love with me?” she asked. God, she hated how desperate she sounded. All she asked was for an honest answer but Dean couldn’t reveal the truth. Not to her.

“Yes...there’s someone else in this life for you but it’s not me...I’ve been wanting to tell you for 3 weeks now but I couldn’t find the courage, but please this is nothing against you. You know I love you” he said.

Her eyes became glossy, shaking her head, a small and fake laugh left her mouth.

“Love me? If you loved me, you wouldn’t be leaving me alone. You knew I wanted a life and you decided to be a selfish asshole? I’m done!. I’ve given you everything, I thought for once someone loved me! Seems you’re like all of them...a worthless bastard. I want you out of my house before I get out of the shower” her words were laced with venom.

Dean couldn’t explain himself, all he could do was watch the girl leave and slam the bathroom door shut. He couldn’t cry in front of her, he only silently took his bag before looking back one last time. Closing the door behind him. Meanwhile, she cried in the bathroom, breaking down into a depressive scream. She wanted to just run after him but she felt so alone. She felt caved in.

The next morning, She felt numb as if nothing in the world mattered, throwing up into the toilet as her head leaned against her head. Nothing could process her mind, had she of been sick from the liquor? she didn’t have too much. She had small shots but that’s it. Suddenly she remembered, when she had to eat something, it wouldn’t settle with her stomach, whenever she would crave something her taste, she would feel sick. She wanted to find reasons but all of it boiled down into pregnancy.

Had she of been drinking while pregnant? she had hoped this wasn’t true. Quickly she remembered the pregnancy test her and Dean bought a few months ago. They assumed she was pregnant and bought multiple kits to find out. Thankfully she wasn’t at the time but that didn’t stop them from any sexual intercourse. So it would make sense.

She grabbed the pink and white stick, quickly opening it before putting it to use. Her mind remained worried, nothing could be thought of except the words in her mind. ‘Please don’t be pregnant, please don’t be pregnant, please!’.

Time passed, finally she looked at it, her hands shaking as her mind felt torn. Reading the test nothing flashed at her but those two lines. She reached for her phone, quickly scrolling down the call log. She needed to tell Dean. Once she reached his name, her mind flashed back to last night. Now she questioned if calling him would be a good idea. Sighing softly. She shook her head. Instead she clicked his contact, erasing his number.

Dialing in a phone number, a soft voice spoke on the other end of the line. She smiled at the grateful voice of her mother. Screaming about the results, she was happy. Explaining the story while also covering up the small hint of sadness from last night’s events. Yet her mom had told her it was only right to admit to Dean. She figured that her mom was correct but she needed time. Maybe they could makeup in the process.

-2 Weeks Later-

With lots of thought and practice, she prepared herself to tell Dean, of course she had to find him which she did, at a bar. Of course, The two had sat in silence, it was quiet, both of their hearts ached at the sight of each other. Yet Dean wanted to keep his cool, he was going to make sure that he didn’t break, not in front of her.

“So what brought you here?” he asked her, she cleared her throat. “It’s important,” she said. He hummed in response, waiting for her to continue.

“After you left, I found out the next day that-” Y/n was cut off by a woman walking towards them.

She sat on Dean’s lap, glaring at Y/n who sat across from them. She had no intentions on being there for a hang out. Which Dean had caught on when she acted odd around him, she would always order the strongest liquor she could handle but all she had was water. He also picked up on her playing with her thumbs, this came as no surprise that he could tell when something was wrong with her. He wanted to pull her in his arms and comfort her but he fought the urge.

“Whose this?” the woman asked. Y/n gave her a gentle and fake smile, she felt uncomfortable with her sitting on his lap. She felt childish for letting this effect her since she simply was nothing more than a one night. Of course, people never change. Y/n wanted to believe he did. He leaves her and here he is, sitting down with someone else.

“I’m Y/n-” The woman clapped her hands, interrupting Y/n from speaking. “His ex, I heard about you. Nothing surprising to see you come crawling back to what’s mine,” she spoke, she was smug about it, she was careless. Y/n could admit she was dumb to believe her and Dean would be more. She was a hookup, She was just someone he could sleep with and leave. She was nothing. Y/n wanted to do it, yet she bit her tongue, saving herself a fight.

“You know what? I’ll be on my way,” Y/n rolled her eyes. She stood up, leaving. Dean waved at her with a smile but when she walked out, his smile left. He removed the girl from his lap, sending a glare at her. “You are nothing else, You are nothing more, Don’t ever, overstep your line and talk to her in such a way. I love her, I’m leaving,” Dean said as he grabbed his keys and Jacket. Leaving the bar, his eyes focused on her figure getting into the back of a car, there she was. Leaving again, he felt like he deserved it, he did leave her and he felt like he had to live with that forever. Yet it hurt Y/n because now he will never know...He’s gonna be a dad.

1st month\

‘I can’t do this on my own..’

It was stressful, Eventually Y/n needed help leaving, Moving into a better and comfortable home. She came in contact with Bobby, He was happy to hear the news, He viewed Y/n like family. He cared for her, so whenever she needed anything he was there. He was the same person who helped Y/n move out of her apartment and into a home in a nice small town. He made sure she was okay and safe at all times.

2nd month

‘I have to push through this’

Y/n despised the 2nd month of pregnancy, the feeling was all too well. Sleepless nights, she had wished she had Dean by her side or someone to comfort her on these nights and help her. But she knew she had to push through this, she was going to be alone with a child anyway.

3rd month

‘Where is he?’

Housework as a pregnant woman came with responsibilities like fixing up her sons room. She pushed through it knowing she had to do it alone. She missed having Dean but he didn’t want her. She missed his jokes and the way he would comfort her. Now he wasn’t there and she was stuck figuring out how fixing up a home worked.

4th month

‘Home stretch’

The 4th month passed, it was no surprise that Y/n had gotten along with her neighbors. She loved it, they would always help and invite her whenever. She felt at home, The house was silent but it was home. She believed it herself.

5th month

‘My son’

Y/n opened the gifts sent from friends, family, and given to her by her neighbors. Celebrating the baby shower rather later than usual. She thanked them, although she would get questions about the father, where he was, who he was. She didn’t answer them. She felt if he cared, he would’ve stayed.

6th month

‘Pains’

It was no surprise the mother would find herself up at night with pains. In fact they would become so unbearable she wouldn’t sleep at all. It’s nights she wished she had him with her. Nights she wished Dean was there to assure her that she’ll be okay.

7th month

‘Growth’

Y/n smiled as she had grown to move past Dean, She knew she would always love him. There was no doubt about it. Yet this is what was best for her and this is what she found out would be the better judgement for them both. If she had let go.

8th month

‘Almost okay’

The death of bobby, spotting Dean again with Sam. It became hard for her, she leaned her back against the cold surface of the wall. tears streaming down her face, throwing herself and the baby into stress. She needed a way to be okay. She knew she had to be for her son.

9th month

‘Labor’

Sweat plastered the young mother’s forehead, the baby asleep beside her in his own bed, wrapped in a beautiful blue blanket. Her eyes had felt heavy. She smiled as she looked beside her son. She named him. ‘S/n Winchester’.

-Few years later-

“So what’s the point of going to this house again?” Sam asked Dean. The two brothers had been on their way after they got some information about a home that seemed to hold some type of evil in it. “Well, you heard the old lady, She mentioned the home was owned by a mother and son? Maybe they would have some answers that could connect to this town?” Dean said. Sam only hummed in response. “Yeah but what if the mom and son were bad people?” Sam questioned. Dean rolled his eyes and turned up the radio. Ignoring Sam and his conspiracy theories.

The brothers had soon pulled up to the home, it was a big home, no wonder the mom and son had bought the place. Dean and Sam got out of the car before walking, approaching the boy playing in the yard. “Hey, is your parents around?” Sam asked. The boy looked between them before shaking his head. “My dad left my mom before I was born, I think my mom is inside the house right now” he said. Dean nodded his head. “Can you go get her for us?” Dean asked. The young boy nodded his head as he ran inside.

Sam chuckled before lightly slapping Dean on the shoulder. “Kid kind of looks like you,” he said. Dean shook his head. “Not at all” he denied it. Yet, He knew Sam had a point, the child did favor him in someway. Was it the nose?, The eyes?, maybe it was the lips?. He couldn’t really piece together why the boy looked like him but he decided not to think into it too much. Suddenly the door opened, Y/n froze in her spot. Her eyes widening. “Dean?” she spoke. “Y/n?”. The two stared at each other before Sam looked between them. “This is going to be...awkward”.

...

“Sorry for the wait, I had to make sure that the kitchen mess S/n made was clean” Y/n explained. She sat at the table, Dean had looked at her. “So...I’m guessing you’ve moved on?” he questioned. She rolled her eyes. “As if it’s a concern to you, you left me, can’t forget the skank at the bar” she said. Sam cleared his throat, looking over at the kid. “This is going to be very awkward” he said. S/n nodded his head. “Guys, We’re not here for this?” Sam said loudly. Yet Y/n and Dean were still bickering, ignoring Sam’s pleads. Sam sighed before looking over at the kid. “So how old are you?” he asked. S/n smiled. “I just turned 6 a few days ago” The little boy chimed. Sam chuckled and wished him a happy birthday.

The bickering between the two were strong and it hadn’t stopped, until the lights went out. Y/n groaned in annoyance. “Again? Bring me the flashlight from upstairs” Y/n told her Son. He nodded his head and rushed upstairs, Sam and Dean looking at the silhouette of Y/n. “Why are you two looking at me? We have bad electric here?” she commented. “No. Actually, We came cause a lot of people are disappearing from your town, some found alive and some not. Everyone that lives here keeps disappearing and being found somewhere else or not being found at all...So we think your house might have something in it” Dean explained. She keeps silent before nodding her head in agreement.

“Actually, S/n has mentioned seeing some type of Shadow at night? He said that he seen it when he was going to the bathroom. At first I thought he was crazy but he was right...there is something here...we don’t know what it is or what to do...” She frowned. Sam raised a brow before standing up. “I’ll get one of my flashlights and check outside, I’m sure there’s something outside in the back” he said. Dean and Y/n sat in silence before Dean spoke. “So the kid? He’s biologically yours?” he asked. Y/n nodded her head. “S/n was born and raised by me so far” she said wanting to avoid this topic.

“Where’s the dad?” he asked. Y/n bit her bottom lip. “In front of me...” she trailed off. Dean stopped for a moment before pointing at himself. “Are you...are you saying...you had OUR child?” he questioned still not processing it. She hummed. “When you left, I found out the next day, I didn’t tell you until my mother convinced me, the night I met you at the bar, I went there to tell you but you had some company, so I just left without telling you...I was selfish for it, I was wrong...and I’m sorry” she apologized. Dean frowned but knowing him, he wouldn’t show the look of shock, enjoyment, or sadness on his face.

“So you kept me in the dark? How old is he?” he asked. “6 years old” she said. Before he could say anything else, a scream from upstairs made both of the parents jump in action. They called out to him but no response, Y/n opened the door to find her son shaking in the corner of the room. The lights come back on. “S/n, Honey what happened?” she asked as she pulled him in her lap. Dean’s eyes soften before bending down. “It tried to take me” he cried. Y/n looked at Dean. “How about? you guys stay in a hotel? Let me and Sam handle this?” he asked. Y/n nodded her head.

1 week

The mom and son had went to get breakfast every morning with Sam and Dean at a small diner in town. The group would laugh and conversate often at the diner. It didn’t take them long before they all grew close.

2 weeks

Within week 2, Y/n explained and revealed to her son who his dad was, he was shocked but finally warmed up to the idea of it. Sam often found himself going places with his nephew.

3 weeks

Within 3 weeks, they had finally caught on to something in Y/n’s home, planning ahead of time how things are going to go.

. . .

Y/n stood in her house, it was around 9 PM when the brothers decided it was best to go ahead with their plan. Of course Y/n and Dean still bickered but had to work together for the sake of a safe home for S/n. “So what’s the plan?” Y/n asked Sam. He sighed. “Well, the shadow seems attached to something in this house, Whatever was in here belongs to the soul that’s attached, So we’re gonna burn anything that could belong to them without having to get rid of the home” he explained.

Dean had looked back at his son who was standing beside him, he wanted to help them and Dean said it was dangerous. Finally though he decided to let him help but he gave him strict rules. “Let get’s started” Dean said.

The four begin to walk around the home, searching around the area of what could belong to the soul attached to the family’s home. Everyone went their separate ways, S/n knew he wasn’t supposed to split from his father but he did exactly that. He walked over to the open attic, checking inside of it, moving his flashlight around. “So much junk” the kid mumbled. Sam walked the halls, checking every small detail. He felt like something was valued for the figure to stick around in the home.

He pointed his flashlight at the dark figure only for it to disappear. Moving the flashlight back down the figure showed. His eyes widen as a sudden strong gust of wind knocking him back, folding the ladder to the attic. S/n’s eyes widen as he ran over, the child slammed his fist against it, screaming for help. “Hold on!” Sam yelled. Before he could stand the glass vase flew at him, hitting him in the back, Sam groaned in pain as he attempted once again to get the child. Dean and Y/n ran towards the noise. “Where’s S/n?” the mother asked.

Sam pointed to the attic as she felt panic overtake her. “It won’t let me get him...It wants something to do with S/n” Sam explained. Dean furrowed his brows. “Get S/n, me and Sam can take it from here” he said with concern laced in his voice. S/n backed up from the attic as he noticed something coming closer, his foot hitting something, knocking it back. He begin to hiss in pain as he realized it was glass. S/n squeezed his eyes shut as his back hit the wall, shining the light. The sudden figure was gone, he knew if he had light, it couldn’t do anything.

Y/n quickly opened the attic entrance. “S/n” She called out. Her son coming into frame as he hid all the panic in his face. His leg bleeding as he started to climb down. The figure quickly pushed S/n off the ladder, sending him to hit the wall, blood trickling down his face. His body unconscious. Y/n called out moving towards her son, only for the figure to throw her back. Her head hitting the glass vase, her eyes were in and out of focus. Sam rushed and grabbed S/n, moving him outside in the car before coming back. “We have to set this place on fire...it’s the only way we can get rid of this” Sam stated. Dean nodded in agreement.

Y/n attempted to stand as she held her head. “Fine” She said. Y/n limped as she helped Sam pour gasoline inside the home. Sam started the fire before him and Dean walked out. Y/n behind them. As she went to walk out, the door slammed shut, causing the brothers to turn back and rush towards the door. It wouldn’t budge, Y/n was dragged back against the wall, she felt helpless, like she would die this way. And she never got a chance to make things right with Dean.

Tears filled her eyes as she sat in defeat. Dean cussed under his breath before removing his jacket. “Where are you going?” Sam asked. Dean looked back at his brother. “To get my woman” he said before going around the home. He breaks the window, wincing lightly before he climbed through. He rushed as he peeked through the flames, finding Y/n. He rushed over, she was in and out. “Y/n, don’t close your eyes yet okay? We’re gonna get you out of this” he said as he held her against him. “Dean, What are you doing? Aren’t you going to leave me to die? like you walked out of my life....you shouldn’t care” she coughed. Dean shook his head. “I did it to protect you, I didn’t wanna harm you with this lifestyle, I knew it would get worse but I realized, I do love you, Y/n I’ve been in love with you. I’ve never stopped, and I’m not stopping now” he said as tears fell down his face.

He coughed as he picked up Y/n, rushing to the door and kicking it open. The two rushed away from the home before anything could explode. Y/n watched her home burn to the ground before her vision became black and foggy.

Y/n’s vision came into place, the machine beeping as she looked around, S/n was sleeping peacefully in his bed. His breathing seeming fine, a cast on his leg. She raised up only to be met with a worried Sam and Dean. “Y/n, are you okay?” Sam asked. Dean rolled his eyes. “If she was do you think we’d be here?” he said. Sam ignored his brother. “Is it over?” She asked. Dean nodded his head along with Sam. “It is, Sam’s been worrying over you both, it was a little annoying” Dean said causing her to let out a small laugh. “You were just crying about them” Sam exposed Dean. The two didn’t bicker any further, not wanting to disturb S/n’s rest.

“I’ll leave you guys to talk, I’m gonna see if a doctor is available” Sam said as he got up from his spot. Walking out the door, closing it behind him. Dean placed his hand on her forehead. “You kicked ass” he chuckled. “You did too” She said. The two sat in silence a bit before Dean spoke. “So what are you going to do now?” he asked. She frowned at his question. Their home is gone, what can she do now?.

“I’m not even sure. I don’t know what I’m gonna do” she said. Dean had cleared his throat. “I was hoping...you would accept joining me and Sam? I don’t wanna miss out on S/n’s life or yours, I actually, I wanna be with you and I’m hoping you’ll want the same” he said. Dean hadn’t ever been big on expressing his feelings or the truth. Yet Y/n loved that about him, when he would speak with her about his feelings.

She smiled softly. “Anything for you Dean Winchester” she smiled. Dean smiled before pulling her in a kiss, S/n waking up from his rest. “Nice to see someone else awake, your mother and I have some news” Dean said as he walked over, ruffling S/n hair.

-3 months later-

Dean sat in the drivers seat, waiting for Y/n to return, S/n and Sam had been chatting in the backseat. He tapped his hand on the wheel, playing with his ring a bit. Y/n soon walked out before she got in the car. “I got snacks cause why not” She chuckled as she handed the bag to Sam. “What was taking you so long?” Dean asked. Y/n smiled as she placed a kiss on his cheek. “No need to pressure me Mr. Winchester. You Winchester’s are impatient” she said playfully.

Dean started the car as he looked over at Y/n. “You married me so that means you are too” He chuckled. She playfully slapped his hand as he started driving. The four of them chatting in the car.

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Episode 53 Transcript: SAD!

[intro guitar music]

G: Hello, my name is Grey.

C: And my name is Crystal.

G: And this is Busty Asian Beauties, a Supernatural commentary podcast where I, someone who has seen this show several times...

C: And I, someone who only knows the show through social media, discuss every single episode of Supernatural from start to finish. Also, we are both Asian.

G: Both Asian! For today's episode, we will be discussing Season 3, Episode 9: "Malleus Maleficarum," written by Ben Edlund, directed by Robert Singer.

C: Ugh.

G: Hi, Ben.

C: Hi, Robert.

G: We meet again. [both laugh]

C: So often do we meet. It is very sad.

G: Yeah. What has Ben Edlund done? I think the last time we talked about Ben Edlund, I mentioned that, like, he has some episodes that I'm like, "Oh. The way he writes women is so fascinating." [C laughs] And by fascinating, I mean misogynistic. And now we see it again!

C: Yeah. I- what is Ben Edlund's personal relationship with the w-slur? I wish to know.

G: I'm wondering. Because we do the bit at the end of the ep where we rate the episode based on like, how misogynistic it is and stuff like that, right? And I was wondering, "How would I personally rate this episode in that term?" Because like, in some way, they were trying to do a like, "You shouldn't be misogynistic," right? thing? [C laughs] Like, portrayal of misogyny is not misogyny. But also at this episode, it is, though. [C laughs]

C: Yeah. I don't know if they're doing a "You shouldn't be misogynistic" thing. Like, I think Ruby's "Don't call me bitch" is similar to Casey's calling Dean a bitch in response to him calling her a bitch, but like, also like, I feel like Ruby, and to a lesser extent, Casey, also say misogynistic things. So I feel like they're "Don't call me bitch"s are more just like, "I'm not like other girls, and therefore I should get the privileges of not being misogynied," [G laughs] you know?

G: The reason why Dean stopped is because he realized that she used to be a human being? Or was it because- what is the reason why he stopped?

C: I don't know.

G: Is it because he suddenly realized that he shouldn't call women horrible things? [C laughs] Like, what is the reason? [both laugh]

C: I think it's just kind of cringe to call someone a bitch when they saved your life by pouring black liquid in your mouth.

G: For real.

C: Like, you feel a little embarrassed after that. [G laughs]

G: It's shame that's keeping him from being a misogynist.

C: Yeah.

G: Maybe he should be ashamed all the time.

C: For only $5 a month, we can shame what Dean Winchester even more so that he never says "bitch" again! [both laugh]

G: Yeah. Yeah. I mean, like, again, every time I watch an episode of Supernatural, I'm like, "Is it that bad?" [C laughs] It's like, this episode- I mean, again, they were trying to do something, but like, the part where they were just screaming at each other, and Dean was just like saying like, "Bitch! [both] Skank!" over and over again, I was like, "Goddamn. They're really doing it this episode."

C: Right, yeah.

G: But I still have no idea how we're gonna rate it later.

C: Yeah, same.

G: So that's for- that's a question for later.

C: Yeah. Well, should we get into it? [G laughs]

G: Yeah, let's get into it.

No, not yet. I ask you what you know about this episode first.

C: Yes.

So I know Astaroth is in this episode. Though, do we hear her name in this episode?

G: No.

C: But how do we know her name if she's dead already?

G: No idea. No idea.

C: Okay. And yeah, I know we get some Ruby backstory in this episode, that she used to be a witch training under Astaroth, that they had some kind of a sexual arrangement going on at a point in time, and this is when we find out that demons used to be humans, gasp. And that this was just gonna be a witch episode in general. But yeah, I didn't know more specifics than that.

G: I knew about the witch, and I knew about Ruby and being a witch in the past. But I didn't know that we didn't know that humans- I mean, that demons used to be human. I didn't know that.

C: I knew. Because I like, remember, how in "In My Time of Dying," like, it was a reveal that all ghosts are like, humans who stayed too long, and you would become evil if you stayed on too long.

G: Ah, yeah.

C: And that was like, a big shocker to Dean. So I was like, "Yeah, it makes sense that we're gonna have part 2 of Dean Realizes That After He Dies He's Going to Become Corrupted in a Way."

G: Yeah, I get it.

C: I already knew this, so I feel like I don't understand the gravity of it that would exist for people at the time watching or for Dean. But like, that's neat.

G: We begin in the house of this couple-

C: Sorry, I wanna note one thing about the "Road So Far," which is that it has the Ruby voiceover of like, "Sam, you're gonna have to do things that go against that gentle nature of yours," and that goes over a clip of Sam killing Gordon.

G: Yeah.

C: And that's what's in the "Road So Far," and that- I didn't like it. Not a fan.

G: I felt vindicated. Because that was what I was saying last episode, right? Like, they didn't do it explicitly, but that's what they're trying to say, and [laughs] it's not a good thing to say. So I felt like, "See, I was right." That's what I felt.

C: Yeah. Yeah.

G: Wish I wasn't, though! [both laugh]

Anyway, yeah, we start with this house, with this lady and her boyfriend- why am I giving this couple-

C: Yeah, she's Black and he's white.

G: Why is this relevant?

C: The couple or their races?

G: Yeah, the races.

C: Oh, I was just annoyed that he got to live twice and then she died in the opening.

G: Oh, yeah. [laughs] He should have died in the opening.

C: Yeah. Society if this man died in the opening. He was cheating on her, too.

G: [overlapping] He was the one who cheated. Yeah, he's the one who cheated.

C: Yeah, and he was the one who broke it off. There's like, literally no reason for the first witch to go after his wife.

G: Yeah. I mean, if you get cheated on- or, if you cheat, and then, like, you break up with the person you're cheating with, do you tell the person you're cheating at? Like, "Hey, I was cheating on you, but-" [laughs] What's the etiquette for that kind of situation? I think "Just don't cheat" should be etiquette, but like, in this type of situation.

C: I think it should you should tell your first partner because I think that they need that information to make an informed decision about whether or not they want to stay with you.

G: Yeah. Yeah, perhaps. [laughs]

C: Yeah, anyway-

G: Anyway. [laughs] That's it for our segment of relationship advice with Crystal and Grey. [C laughs] Yeah, so the lady is- they're like, about to have sex when the lady goes, "No, give me a minute. I'm just gonna freshen up." So she goes to the bathroom and she starts freshening up by brushing her teeth. And then we cut back and forth to her brushing her teeth, and like, somebody in a room full of candles and occult objects and stuff like that doing witchcraft over a toothbrush.

C: Yeah.

G: And it's like- the visuals are actually pretty fun, I think.

C: Right, because it's just her mouth- like the witch's mouth, and then like, blood dripping on the toothbrush.

G: Exactly. And it's super fun, and I liked it. But basically, what happens is after she brushes her teeth, like, one of her tooth gets loose, and she pulls it out, and then another teeth goes loose, pulls it out. And then she starts like, spitting blood, and teeth, and she like, starts screaming like, "What's happening to me?!" and calling Paul, her bf/husband/whatever. And Paul like, comes up to her, but the door locks itself. And she's like, slamming the door, but he can't get in. And then, when he finally is able to get in, she's on the floor, collapsed, dead. So, RIP.

C: How did that toothbrush not look stained at all? There was a lot of blood on it, and the witch stabbed it with a knife. It looks like a new toothbrush.

G: Her toothbrush on the-

C: Like, the toothbrush that Janet used looked so clean and un-bled-on.

G: No, but like, she was bleeding on a different toothbrush.

C: Oh, right, it was- yeah, right, because there was the weird roast chicken later, too. You're right. It was just a- yeah.

G: A decoy brush.

C: Anyway, RIP to Janet. Sorry, man.

C: So after that, we cut to Sam and Dean interviewing the husband, Paul. Dean's asking about what happened, and if Paul had- or if Janet had any enemies. And Sam is rooting around the bathroom to see if there is anything there that would clue them in. And Sam finds a hex bag under the sink. So we got that. And Paul is being very not talk-y about whether or not Janet would have an enemy. And they head out and discuss. And- yeah, is this- have we seen hex bags before?

G: I think we did some with Missouri, right?

C: Oh, yeah, right.

G: But not specifically this.

C: Right, right. I feel like it's not a hex bag if the point is not to cause harm.

G: Is not to hex someone, yeah.

C: Yeah, yeah. So I guess these are our first hex bags. So the hex bag lore is that you put animal bones in there and also something that the person you're hexing owns. So yeah, so they've decided that yeah, this is probably a witch. Sam says that "This is not some New Age, wicked water douser. This is Old World black magic." Okay, which implies that there's like, a brand of what, like, witchcraft in the Americas that's chill, and then, like, ancient European witchcraft is unchill. Do we get more on like, witch lore about that later?

G: No, actually. I don't- well, I don't recall, as they say in court. [C laughs] But like, I- yeah, I I don't recall. I'm trying to remember like, witch episodes, but the only one I can remember is the one where 2 sisters are witches and they end up like, murdering each other, like, because Rowena was like, "Murder each other!" and then they did. That was super fun, and I'm looking forward to that episode. I love sister murder! [laughs] Anyway-

C: "Golden Time," there's witches in that one. But yeah, I also don't remember-

G: Yeah, the one where it's like, "Is she pretty?" "Well, she's dead." [C laughs] That's the line.

C: Yeah. Okay. So Dean announces that he hates witches because they have bodily fluids everywhere and it's unsanitary, which is a fun reason to hate witches, I guess. [G laughs]

G: I mean, if you're gonna hate them for something, choose the most like, unreasonable one, I feel like. [C laughs]

C: Yeah, I agree. Oh, and he makes a pun where he says, "Blair bitch" instead of Blair Witch Project, which, you know, honestly, I'm surprised that there weren't more puns with witch and bitch rhyming in this episode. [G laughs] All the bitches are reserved for Ruby. Disappointing.

G: [laughs] That's your- that's where you draw the line in terms of comedy.

C: [laughs] Yes.

G: This is the bar of how funny things should be.

C: Yeah, exactly. [G laughs]

G: Okay! [laughs]

C: And Sam says that the problem is that witches are human, "like everyone else." Also interesting. And they decide to explain to us how crime shows work by going, "If we find the motive..." and then Dean finishes, "We find the murderer." And they drive off, very pleased with themselves that they've explained to us how crime shows work.

G: They- this whole scene, they're in the car, right? And the whole time, the camera is like, in the back of the car, and like, looking forward to them, and it's like, kind of shaky. It's like, handheld. And the whole time, I was like, "Is someone gonna come out of the back seat?"

C: Right.

G: Yeah, like, it felt very much like that. But that's not what happens, unfortunately.

C: Sad!

G: Someone should attacked Dean right then and there.

C: Yeah. [laughs]

G: And it should have been Ruby. [laughs]

C: Yeah.

G: Yeah. So we go to this lady who- it's like, she looks stressed, she looks frazzled, and she's like, getting out of her car. And then another woman- I forgot which woman this is. Is this is the blonde one or the brunette one or the demon?

C: Um- I- The person that she's talking to is Amanda, who is the witch who was cursing Janet earlier, so none of the ones that you said.

G: No, but who's Elizabeth?

C: Oh, Elizabeth is the brunette one? She's the one who lives the longest because she's the prettiest, and that's how Supernatural works. [G laughs]

G: She's the one who's hesitant. She's like, [petulant] "I don't want to do this anymore!"

C: [petulant] "Maybe we shouldn't kill people."

G: Well, they're not killing people. People are just dying. There's a difference. [C laughs] I'm defending her for everything.

Yeah, but so this lady asks Amanda, like, "Oh, are you okay? You didn't go to book club last night." And Amanda is like, "Oh, yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm just- I'm good. Don't worry about me." And then she goes into her house and her face like, changes. Like, she turns very serious. And she gets out a chicken, roasted chicken from her oven, and it's full of worms and maggots and bugs, and it's fucking disgusting. Like, this whole scene, I watched through it, like the next scene, but the entire time, I was like, "I don't want to be watching this. Can I skip it? I should probably skip it. I don't want to watch this. Can I skip it? I should probably-" [C laughs] Like, I was so disgusted. But what happens-

C: I liked this prop a lot. They really got those worms and maggots crawling.

G: Yeah, they did. Do you think they're real? What's the deal?

C: Oh. Huh.

G: They're not real maggots.

C: I mean, given what we know about "Bugs" behind the scenes, maybe. [both laugh] Maybe they released a thousand live bees in there too, just for fun. [G laughs]

G: A thousand live maggots. I mean, you can probably buy maggots, right? Because like, lizards eat them and shit.

C: Do they? I thought lizards ate-

G: Well, they eat worms, yeah?

C: Yeah, yeah, you can buy worms.

G: Yeah. And these maggots are fat, girl. They're fat. [laughs] But what happens next is there's this guy. I did not recognize him. Apparently, this is the husband of the woman that died earlier-

C: I mean, you recognize him because he has, like, Patrick Bateman smooth skin.

G: You- [laughs] I mean, I did not recognize them. I was like, "Who is this guy?" And then when later, they were like, "He killed your wife, and now he's gonna kill you!" or something, I was like, "Oh my god, it's him." [C laughs]

But basically, so this guy is eating a burger in a car alone all by himself, and I felt so sad for him. But-

C: His wife just died.

G: I didn't know that! I thought he was waiting for a date.

C: Aww.

G: I legitimately thought he was like, waiting for a date. So I was- I was sad for him. So he was like, "Just eating a burger, listening to the radio." And then we cut back and forth to that and Amanda-

C: Who has changed outfits into her sexy witch outfit of black lace and lingerie-

G: So true. I love it. I love it. [C laughs] I know we keep on complaining about like, women having to be pretty and then die. But like, I love the sexy evil woman outfit that Supernatural always does. I love it. I think everyone should wear it, including Sam and Dean. [laughs]

C: Oh, definitely. Sam's demon blood era should have just been him in that.

G: In the sexy black dress. Exactly.

C: Yes.

G: But- So she starts doing the curse curse curse thing with the chicken, and then she like, stabs it. And Paul takes a bite out of his burger. Well, first, the music changes, and the song is like, "I have you under my spell," blah blah blah. [C laughs] And it's super fun. And he takes a bite out of his burger, and he's like, [imitating having stuff in mouth] "Oh, there's something in my mouth." And then he looks at his burger, and he starts screaming, crying, [both] throwing up. Pretty much literally, right? Because he's also like, heartburn situation. Like, he's like choking and shit. 'Cause he's dying. And then Sam and Dean come in, and they get him out of the car, they look for a hex bag, they burn the hex bag, and they're like, "Dude. You were gonna die. Who's mad at you? Tell us." And he says that there was this woman that he was cheating with that he called off the cheating with, and blah blah blah. And it's Amanda, and we go back to Amanda, and she's dying. Like, her wrists are being slit, and she like, falls face-down on her desk, all bloody and shit. RIP.

C: Wait, did Astaroth cause this, or does burning the hex bag, cause this, or what happened. there?

G: No, I think it was caused by the demon lady.

C: Okay, yeah, that makes sense. Yeah. RIP to Amanda.

Okay, earlier, when she and Elizabeth are talking, Elizabeth calls her "sweetie," right?

G: Elizabeth? Yeah, why? What's the deal?

C: Oh, like, is that gay? Do straight women call each other "sweetie"?

G: I think women just call other people sweetie. Like, that's like, a girl thing. [C laughs] "Hey, sweetie!" Like, American women. Don't they?

C: They call like, children "sweetie." I feel like you don't really call a peer sweetie unless they are like, your husband or something.

G: Ah, perhaps, perhaps. Maybe they are a lesbian coven of witches.

C: Yeah. Good for them.

G: Good for them. Also, I have a funny story related to this.

C: Okay.

G: I was like, fucking Grade 6 when I started watching Supernatural, right? And then in seventh grade. I moved to a different place, and I was like, "You know what? I'm going to start calling people 'buddy,' just like Dean Winchester." [C laughs] And for a while, I was that person who like, called people "buddy."

C: Yes.

G: And it's like, weird, because my accent was very Filipino back then. Like, I did not know how to speak English. Like, you know, because reading it and speaking it are very different things. So like, I didn't know how to speak it. So I [laughs]- imagine me with like, the roughest Filipino accent like, "Hey, buddy." And it's- yeah, I was that person. And I loved it. I love it.

C: Good for you.

G: Honestly, good for me.

C: I'm assuming you made hundreds of friends with this strategy?

G: [laughing] No. Absolutely not. And I mostly did it to people that I forgot their name. So like, "Heyyy... buddy."

C: Oh, yeah. The way Gatsby says "old sport" because people assume that he's forgotten Nick's name. Yeah, that's very good.

G: Yeah. If I read The Great Gatsby earlier in life, I would have probably started calling people "old sport." [laughs] I was that gullible.

C: So we cut to Amanda's house, and Sam and Dean enter, and she's there, she's dead. She died on a glass table, which is kind of a fun visual, because there are shots of under the glass table with all the blood. So they see that there's a lot of witchcraft things in here. And Dean walks into a rabbit hanging dead from the ceiling. And he gets really upset about this, where he's like, "Fucking witches!" blah blah blah. And he's like, "Why does the rabbit always get screwed in the deal? Poor little guy." [laughs]

G: You know what? I am "Dean is a rabbit person" truthing. He should have- at the end of Supernatural, he should have gotten a rabbit. Like, Miracle should have been a rabbit.

C: Aww.

G: That's my truth. Because like, there's a scene in like, "Remembering Dean"-

C: Yeah, "Regarding Dean," yeah, where he's cuddling a rabbit.

G: Yeah! And I think that's super cute.

C: It is really cute.

G: And he should have been a rabbit guy. He should have not been a dog guy. That's for sure.

C: Yeah.

G: But like, do you think that's like, [mocking voice] "OMG, he's getting over his trauma." [both laughing] I can't even say it seriously! It's so stupid! Whatever.

C: [laughing] Um, anyway!

C: So Dean's theory about this is that Amanda killed Janet and Paul and then decided to kill herself just like, for the aesthetic. Honestly, so true. [G laughs]

G: Yeah.

C: Yeah. But Sam-

G: She killed them, and then she freaked out!

C: Yeah. [laughs]

G: That's a joke for just the two of us. [laughs]

C: Yes. And for anyone who listens to Samia, I guess.

G: Yeah. Just for clarity, I don't listen to Samia.

C: That's true.

G: That's just Crystal bullshit. Yeah.

C: [laughing] Ow, okay. [both laugh]

So Sam finds that there's a hex bag under the table and that that is what killed Janet, so Dean's theory is incorrect. And Dean's like, "Huh. We got some witch on witch violence?" And he calls the police to report- oh, shit, I forgot her name. [both] Amanda. Okay, so he calls the police to report Amanda's dead body but hangs up before he can say his name. And they're like, "Okay. It seems like we have a coven." And we cut to said coven.

G: Do you think it's stupid that they called the police while they were still there? It definitely is, right?

C: Yeah. Yeah. I guess they assumed they could get out fast enough. I don't know how long it takes for police to arrive.

G: Yeah. You know what? What concerns me is if a crime ever happens around me, I don't know the number of the cops. So like, how will I report the dead body? I don't know. I have no idea. Let's Google it right now. What is the equivalent of 911 in the Philippines?

C: I feel like if you find a dead body, you could also Google it while standing over the dead body and then call that number.

G: Oh! Oh my god, it's also 911. That's wonderful.

C: Oh, neat.

G: Now I know.

C: Okay, yeah. If you ever need to report a dead body, now you know.

G: Now I know.

G: So we cut to the coven, and it's the couple of ladies that we saw earlier who are gardening. And they're like, joking around with one of the husbands that like, the husband is like, "I know what you guys are really up to with this book club thing. Like, it's all just gossip. When's the last time anyone ever brought a book?" And they're laughing like, "Goodbye, Robert." Stuff like that.

C: Yeah.

G: Honestly, sometimes I think to myself, "Wouldn't it be so appealing to be like, a suburban wife?" [C laughs] I think it would be fun. Honestly, I think it could be fun.

C: Yeah. I feel like this is Lisa's thought process before she invites Dean to move in with her. [G laughs]

G: Yeah, but like, I think it can be fun. And these women, they are having fun, so good for them.

C: Yeah. And I do think this is a pretty fun concept, a witch coven that's a suburban woman/wife book club is a fun idea, and I think that they do get some pretty good humor moments out of this.

G: Yeah, because- especially like, they're not evil. They're just like, "Let's just fix the mortgage" or like, "Let's just get you to win raffles." Which is quite fun. It's like, innocent witchcraft, except they sold their soul, so like, uh-oh.

C: Yeah. Whoops.

G: Whoopsy! Also, have you ever joined a book club? What's your deal with that kind of situation?

C: Not really. Okay, I think In the middle school, there was a Jane Austen book club like, club during lunch that was run by an English teacher, and me and my ex-fiancee went, and it was terrible.

G: Noo!

C: It's like, okay, who would show up to a Jane Austen book club, right? [G laughs]

G: That's true. That's very true.

C: I feel like that's all you need to know.

G: Yeah. Was it just like, gay women? What's the deal.

C: Oh, no. It was like, straight white women mostly who were like, "Oh, Darcy's soo dreamy." And like, I don't know, like, it wasn't fun. Like, we would joke about how like, Lizzie only married Darcy for the house, and they'd be like, [teary-voiced] "Do you really think that? You think they're not in love?" [laughs] Like-

G: [laughing] Noo! They are in love, though. That's your fault. [C laughing] That's your fault for insinuating that.

C: I think that love was an economical proposition back then and that the house was a big part of it.

G: Yeah. I mean, I had a- I tried to establish a book club within my friend group several times with several different friends.

C: Aw.

G: And they never worked out because like, not everyone wants to read or not everyone wants to read the thing that we're reading, or blah blah blah.

C: Right. What are the books that you tried to make everyone read?

G: I think I made some- Like, there was this one where it was me and my high school friends, and it was like, during high school, and I tried to make them read Leslie Jamison's The Empathy Exams, which is a collection of essays. And it's pretty- I like that book, but like, I don't know. We just never met. And then I had one where it's just a two-person book club, which, I like the idea of that because I think it's like, so like- like, if it's a romantic situation, it's like, so romantic. This time, it was a platonic friend, and it was like, such a big connection to have with someone. To like, read a book with them and just discuss it with them with the intention of discussing it with them. But we read this art book, like, this massive, massive art book. I forgot the title, but it's like, she had a physical copy, and I downloaded a pdf. And [laughing] it was so difficult to read! Like, literally, I was way too stupid to read it and understand what's going on. But it was so difficult to read, and we just never got around to it. And even until now, we still joke around like, "Hey, remember our book club?" [laughs]

C: Aww.

G: Yeah. Anyway. Where are we? Oh, we're talking about the book club.

So this suburban book club. One of them enters, and she looks a bit bothered, and as the husband exits, she's like, "We're just not gonna tell Ron? We're just not gonna tell him that Amanda died? They're picking up her body right now, and we're just gonna pretend it's not happening?" And the two of them, so Elizabeth and- who's the other one?

C: Renee is the blonde one, and Tammy is the demon one.

G: Oh, Elizabeth is the one we're talking to right now.

C: Is this the one who's bothered, yeah.

G: Yeah. So Tammy and Renee, which are the other two people in the group, are like, "Come on! I mean, yes, people are dying [C laughs], but do you really wanna stop? Like, you got into a lot of raffles. You won a trip to Hawaii. And your husband got a raise. And I have been winning- my handmade pottery business has been booming," or something. [C laughs] Which I felt to my bones. [C laughing]

To be clear, I don't do pottery, but I do do crafts like crochet and knitting and stuff. So I felt that to my bone. And honestly, good for her. I think more people should be into pottery.

But Elizabeth eventually goes like, "Okay, yeah, fine." They like, set up the table-

C: Sorry, Renee says that they have to finish before Ron gets back from his fantasy football. Do you go to a specific place for fantasy football? Aren't you just on your 'puter?

G: Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're just on your phone. And it's such- like, what is fantasy football? It's like betting, right? It's gambling.

C: Yeah, you like- yeah, you like, build a football team [G laughs], and then you play games against other teams, and then you win money based off of the outcome.

G: It's like FIFA the game. It's like the video game FIFA. But like, there's money.

C: Yeah.

G: Well, that's fun. And by fun, I mean kind of concerning. [C laughs] But like, they're adults with their own money. Go live your life.

C: Live your life.

G: Live your life.

Yeah. And they start setting up their table and doing their witchcraft.

C: So later, Sam and Dean go to question Elizabeth. She's gardening. They point out that she's growing herbs that are out of season, and they say that they're detectives, just questioning everyone who's friends with Amanda Burns. And they're like, "Did you know that she practiced witchcraft and there was Satanic paraphernalia all around her house?" [laughing] And Elizabeth says, "No, but she was an Episcopalian!" Which I think is such a funny line.

G: I thought it was a funny line, but the only thing I know about Episcopalian is it's a Christian denomination. But like, is that the only relevant thing or am I missing some other- that's it, yeah?

C: Yeah, I mean it's like- I feel it's considered like, the chillest Christian denomination, but I'm not exactly sure why.

G: Ah, yeah. Well, I also have no idea why. [laughs] Let's proceed.

C: So Renee and Tammy show up, and they take charge of the situation. And they're like, "Sorry, detectives! Like Elizabeth's clearly shaken up, so we need you to leave." Renee's full name is Renee Van Allen, which is a fun full name, I think.

G: Yeah. I love the name "Van Halen." That's like, the name of a rockstar, [different voice] blah blah blah. That's my rockstar voice. [both laugh]

C: Yeah, so Sam and Dean are like, "Okay, fine, we're leaving." And then the camera does this thing, courtesy of Robert Singer [G laughs], where the threewomen are standing in a line, and it just pans slowly on their zoomed in faces one by one as ominous music plays. Just in case you didn't get from all the previous scenes that they'll be antagonists in some way.

G: Yeah.

C: Thanks, Robert.

G: I love Renee. I love Renee. I think she's super fun. She's like, [Renee voice] "What are you doing here, officers? She's obviously shaken up." And when she says like, "My name is Renee- Mrs. Renee. Van. Halen." Not Van Halen, Van Allen. "You want me to spell that for you?" And Sam's like, "No no no no, it's fine." And I think that's like, they were like literally, it's like- I don't know. I'm thinking I'm trying to think of a funny way to say blank on blank violence, but I cannot think of one.

C: Hm.

G: It's so fun.

C: Yeah, I mean, Sam does become a suburban mom in later seasons, so.

G: Yeah. So it's suburban mom vs suburban mom violence, exactly.

C: Yeah.

G: Military wife versus military cuck [laughs]-

C: Soo true

G: - violence.

C: Well, Sam's not the- are we saying cuck as in-

G: I don't know.

C: - he cucked that guy.

G: Yeah, perhaps. I don't know what the terminology is. [C laughs] And I will never know.

C: Yeah. Sad!

C: So now they're in Impala, and they're talking. So it turned out that all the herbs that Elizabeth were growing were stuff used in witchcraft and poisons like belladonna and wolfsbane. And they also note that Mrs. Renee Van Allen has won every single craft contest she's entered in the past three months. [G laughs]

G: Craft contests are so fun. My mom joined one like, a couple of years back. She didn't win, but it was like cross stitch. And the thing with cross stitch is it's the same, right? Like, the final product looks the same. So what they're judging is the technique. So like, you have to show the back of your work, which I think is super funny. Because like, with pottery, I understand that like, the pots look different. But like, with cross stitch, the final product is literally the same, and you're judging the technique. Which is fun.

C: Yeah, that is fun.

Sam says the phrase "off the reservation," which is not fun, boo. And I know he keeps doing this. I know it happens in Season 6 during a Sastiel moment, too. Evil.

Right, but he says that Amanda was quote unquote "going off the reservation," and he thinks that the coven killed her because she was going too far. And Dean's like, "Well, I mean, if they killed her, like, I don't know. Are they good? Are we good?" And Sam's like, "No, they're also doing black magic, so they need to be stopped."

G: Intense.

C: And Dean looks startled at this because he goes like, "Stopped like, like stopped?" And Sam's like, "Yeah."

G: Concerning.

C: Concerning, for sure. Because yeah, I feel like we got a lot of Season 1 Dean being an advocate for human murder and Sam being against it. And it's- yeah, I mean, I know they're doing it on purpose, but it just makes me sad. And I feel like this is another reason that you need to tell other people about the supernatural. Like, the justice system is broken, but I think it is better than just a group of vigilantes killing when they decide that someone is doing something wrong, you know?

G: Yeah, yeah.

C: Like, there's like, no way- they think that the only way to get them to stop is to kill them because there's no other passages through which you can prevent them from practicing black magic. But also, honestly, like, they just had, like a fine conversation with them, and they know that the only thing that these three have been doing is winning raffles. I don't understand why they didn't consider just sitting down and talking to them first and going like, "Hey, stop it!"

G: No, but like, they think- they think they killed someone, right? They think they killed Amanda.

C: Right. They do think that they killed Amanda. That is true.

G: So at this point, it's still quite reasonable.

C: I- they killed another person in their book club. It was very different from "They're gonna kill these random people who are asking them to stop practicing black magic."

G: Yeah, perhaps. I don't know. I mean, I'm not saying that they should have murdered these women [both laugh], but like, yeah. Maybe I should say that. [laughing] Just to spice up our commentary on this episode, I should like, "Sam should have killed those women" truth.

C: God. Yeah.

In scenes like this, I do think a lot about what my ex-fiancee said about how Supernatural would be so much more fun if it was a lawyer show where Sam just defends or prosecutes people who are involved in the supernatural.

G: Prosecutes? What do you mean?

C: In this particular case, he would be prosecuting the coven, right?

G: Ah, okay, got it. Maybe it's a class action lawsuit so there's no prosecutor

C: Yeah! Right. Yeah. And then in other cases, he would defend people who were possessed by demons or whatever because the murderers aren't their fault, etc. But yeah, unfortunately, we have this show instead. [G laughs]

So yeah, Dean's like, "They're human, Sam!" And Sam goes, "They're murderers." They do not kill anyone who is a murderer, though, right?

G: Yeah.

C: Have they encountered human murderers who aren't involved in the supernatural before?

G: Yeah. The family one?

C: Oh, yeah, the Benders.

G: And they did the whole thing where it's like, the cop who kills the Benders.

C: That's true. The cop killed them and then they were like, "Huh. Well, we're not gonna pursue that."

G: "Let's lock the little girl-" yeah, they just lock the little girl in a cabinet or something.

C: Did they really?

G: They did. But like, the cops were coming, and it's like, she's gonna survive.

C: Okay, yeah. So I guess they are willing to like, allow human murderers to die. But yeah, I do think that it is a little different when they're actively killing them. But yeah, whatever. Dean's like, "Okay, fine, sure. We'll kill them." And then the Impala starts to backfire.

G: Sputters, yeah.

C: And guess who's there? Guess who's there? It's our favorite girl. It's Ruby.

G: Hi Ruby!

C: Well, second-favorite. I like Bela better. Sorry, Ruby.

G: I do like Bela better. Yeah.

C: She's here!

G: It's Ruby! And she's looking so cool, as usual. I love her look so much. 'Cause like, she's blonde, and she, you know. I like this blonde look she has going. [laughs] I have no continuation to that thought. [both laugh]

So yeah, they step out, and Ruby is like, "Listen to me, Sam! There's no time! You need to get out of here! Because-" And then Dean raises the Colt and points it at her. And she's like, "Point that thing away from me." And Dean is like, "Hahahaha! Right. Because we should definitely trust you!" Blah blah blah. And Ruby keeps on telling Sam, like, "You need to go to the car, drive off and not look back, because there's a demon in town, and she's after you." Because, like, the demon that the witches are serving. And Dean just keeps on fucking going. He's like, "We can take care of a few witches-"

C: We get our first w-slur when Ruby says, "Witches are whores." So.

G: Yeah. Yeah!

C: Which is why I think that the message of the story is not, "You shouldn't call women bitches," because Ruby does quite a few misogynies this episode. I think it's just that "She's special, so you shouldn't be allowed to call her a bitch because she's misogynistic, too."

G: Yeah. Yeah, perhaps. Yeah.

And Dean is like, "Shut up, bitch." Yeah, "You black-eyed skank." [laughing] It's horrible. Anyway.

C: Remember- I know that in a later episode, he calls her, what is it? A "sexy little Yoda"? [G laughing]

G: Does he really? That's so real. Every time I think of- like, the thing about Dean here is that he never actually like, starts treating Ruby better. Yeah, there are moments where he's like, "Oh, I can empathize," blah blah blah. But pretty much the entire run of Ruby and Sam's arc together, Dean is like, "I'm gonna call you bitch. I'm gonna call you skank." Blah blah blah. Or at least, that's how I remember it. And every time this happens, I remember a friend of mine saying that, like, Dean shouldn't have been the one who got the final stab at Ruby at the end of her arc when he dies.

C: Yes!

G: Because the whole time, his arc with Ruby is just, "He calls her a bitch over and over again and hates her and wants her dead, and now he kills her." And like, that's not satisfying, and it should have been Sam. And every time Dean like, interacts with Ruby, that's all I think about. I just think, like, "At the end, he's the one who gets to kill her." And how is that satisfying?

C: It's not.

G: Yeah. So that's like, a particular reason why I hate this scene. Because I know how Ruby's story ends, and I know by which hand she dies in, and I hate that it's the guy who keeps calling her bitch and wants her dead. Yeah.

Anyway, Dean literally pulls the trigger. He- I didn't know this! I didn't remember this! He literally pulls the fucking trigger at her. Like, he shoots her, literally. And Sam just like, throws himself at Dean in a way that like, he shoves the gun to another direction, and that's the only reason why Ruby is not shot at.

C: Yeah. I know in Season 4, like, Sam has to pull Dean away from literally killing Ruby plenty of times, too.

G: Yeah.

C: It sucks.

Also, what causes Dean to pull the trigger is when Ruby says, "At least let me try and save Sam since you won't be here to do it anymore." And she's been riling him up, saying like, "Oh, you care about your brother so much. That's why you're gonna leave him and die in a few months?" [G laughs] Which, god. She's so real.

G: She's so real.

C: Yeah. Do you- what do you think her motivations behind this are. Like, how much do you think she actually cares about Sam at this point?

G: You know what? Out of everything that I remember about Ruby's arc, I don't really remember her motivations.

C: Lucifer, blah blah blah.

G: I know that she is like, "Lucifer, blah blah blah," but like, is the reveal at the end the only time that's revealed? It is, right?

C: I think so.

G: Like, we don't really get to see more of it in the moment.

C: Yeah. There's been multiple times in this season where Sam's like, "Why are you doing this?" And she's like, "That's none of your business." So yeah, she keeps her cards close to her chest.

G: Yeah. And like, when it's the reveal, it's really pretty much a plot twist for realsies.

C: Yeah.

G: Yeah. So I think here, like, there is a part of her, I think, who- well, maybe this is just me speaking as a romantic at heart. [laughs] But like, I do think there is a part of that like, through the duration of this arc, actually like, cares for Sam, perhaps even love him. And like, the bit at the end- I mean, we're skipping around a lot, but like, there's a bit at the end of this episode where she goes, "I remember what it's like to be human." Like, is that for real? Or is he like, playing the boys around? You know, stuff like that. And like, I want to believe that a part of that is real. Like, she does remember what it's like to be human. And she does empathize with like, Sam and Dean's situation, or at least Sam's situation. Stuff like that. So yeah, that's my take.

C: Yeah. I generally agree, but I think I sort of view the way that she is acting towards Sam as stemming more about like, her like, faith and stuff. Like, Sam is going to hold her God in a few years. Like, he's a holy object - but like, emphasis on both "holy" and also "object" - to her. So I think she would get protective over how her holy object feels. So I feel like that's the main root of her emotion here. But yeah, I don't- I think maybe she's also trying to create more of a rift between the two of them? But also, I'm not sure, because it seems like she needs Dean's help to toughen Sam up anyway, so it would make more sense for her to try to get his trust here instead of rile him up. So yeah, I feel like this is maybe her genuine emotion coming through but as a result of her religion.

G: Yeah. Yeah.

C: Yeah.

C: So we cut to the motel. This is an interesting motel. First, we find out later when we look at the sign, that it's called The Conquistador Motel. Awful.

G: Is it really?

C: Yes. There's a sign outside, and it says "Conquistador Motel." [laughs]

G: Cool.

C: Cool. No need to unpack that. [G laughs] We can just think about it for a minute. Yeah, we don't even- we don't know what state this is in, right? Because it didn't say in the title card. I am curious.

G: Mm-hm. Well, I can look it up. It shows it in the Wiki page, I feel like. Massachusetts.

C: Huh. That's quite removed-

G: I have no idea where that is.

C: It's like, in like New England, so like northeast.

G: Okay, got it. I know what that is. It's New England! [laughs]

C: So, yeah, it's not- it's sort of removed from where the main conquistador activity was, right? So, hm. I don't know. I guess maybe it was removed enough that people thought that it was a fun aesthetic and not something terrible. But it's not that removed!

G: I mean, when you say "conquistador," what are you specifically referring to? Because I know conquistador as a word meaning conqueror. So like, that's what it means to me.

C: I think it means to me specifically like, the people from Spain who went over to the Americas and fucked over indigenous people.

G: Ohh. Yeah, okay. I was like, thinking of the more general, but like, in there, it's like referred specifically to America- to the ones who went to the Americas?

C: Yeah, yeah. Usually in America, that's what it refers to.

Yeah. So, hm. Fascinating. Also, like, the walls are orange, and they're painted with like, the thickest, oil paint-y brushstrokes ever. Like, you can see the ridges.

G: Oh my god! This room looks horrendous. [C laughs] This room looks horrendous. It looks so bad. [C laughs] I support it, honestly. They should have done the bit- I mean, every time we see a terrible motel room, my mind immediately goes to "They should have done the bit that they did in the Sarah episode-" in "Provenance," yeah, where they literally stop just to observe the motel room. I think they should have done it here.

C: Yeah. I agree. It's so ugly.

So Sam and Dean are arguing, and Dean's all like, "She's a demon! Like, what the hell were you thinking?" Sam's like, "What the hell was I thinking?" And Dean's doing the whole, like, "All demons want us dead, and we want all demons dead." And Sam's like, "Huh. Remember Casey? You didn't want her dead." And Dean's like, "Yeah, well, she wasn't stringing me along like a fish on a hook."

G: She literally was, though. [laughs]

C: She was, though. She truly, genuinely was. And Sam says like, "I'm not being stupid here. I know that she's dangerous, but I also know that she's useful." Sam says some pretty good lines during this argument. When Dean says that "We should kill her," Sam's like, "Kill her with the gun she fixed for us?" And he also says, "Dean, if she wants us dead, all she has to do is stop saving our lives." Which is like, soo true and so fun, right?

G: Yeah!

C: Yeah. She has saved their lives so much. She's literally the girl who saved your ass!

G: So true! They're in love. [both laugh]

C: Not yet. But they will be.

G: They will be someday.

C: Yeah. And so Sam's saying, like, "I'm just being strategic here. Because we're not just hunting anymore. We're at war."

G: When he said this, I literally cheered. I was like, "They're at war!" Because, like, that's one of the lines that Bobby says, or like, whoever says it at the end of season 2 or beginning of season 2 or whatever.

C: I think Ellen says it?

G: Ellen! Yeah. I literally cheered. I was like, "They're at war!" [laughs] It's so stupid, but like, it's just one of those threads that have been dropped, you know? Like, they haven't said it in a while. So whenever they say it, I'm like, "They're at war, baby." Also, we haven't seen Ellen.

C: We haven't.

G: What's the deal? And we haven't seen Jo.

C: I think they were like, "We have enough women, and they're both blonde too. No more blonde women."

G: Yeah. [laughs] Real. Wait, is Bela blonde?

C: I...

G: Kind of. She's like, at the Dean territory of blond or brunette. Are we getting into that?

C: Yeah. I mean, I don't think Dean is blond, but for some reason, I think Bela is blonde. Maybe just because she has blonde energy? [G laughs]

G: Do you think Dean does not have blond energy?

C: I mean, he doesn't have brunette energy, though, because brunette energy is good [G laughs], but he also doesn't have blond energy. He just has terrible guy energy, and that can be any hair color.

G: Also, I want to say, I want to point out like, this entire episode, they both look so old. When I see gifsets from this episode, I always think it's like from season 4, 5, or 6.

C: Huh.

G: So like, when he was like- because I see a lot of gifsets of him vomiting up from the blood from the hex thing, right? Have you seen gifsets of that?

C: I have not. Why do people want to see that? Is it a horny thing? [G laughs]

G: Okay, I hope not. [C laughs] But like, I've seen gifsets of that, and I remember thinking, "Oh, it's from season 6!" But it's not. It's from season 3. And both Sam and Dean look so old this episode. Like, I think something with Sam's hair? He has his bangs- like, he doesn't have bangs anymore.

C: Hmm.

G: This is the transition. Second half of the season 3. That's when they start becoming looking old.

C: Aw. Sad.

G: And we are on the second half of season 3. Can you believe it? Can you fucking believe it? Second half.

C: I know! I know! It is going real fast.

G: We're getting there! It's- we're they're maybe.

C: We're so close. We're so close.

G: We're so close!

C: So yeah, I don't think I cheered at "We're at war." Honestly, the war thing annoys me. They only let out 200 demons, and they kill like, a demon a day, and they can't really make new demons, either. [G laughs] Like, they'll be done in less than a year. Like, get over it.

G: I mean, like, there was a time where 200 in a battlefield is a lot, right? Just not anymore?

C: There was a time, yeah. But there's other hunters, too.

G: Yeah!

C: Like, I'm sure there's about five demons dying a day. They'll be done in two months. Like, that's not a war. There are wars that are like, seven years old or whatever.

Dean starts asking Sam like, "Are you feeling okay? Did you come back wrong?" So yeah, he's saying that, "You know, it's weird that you're taking advice from a demon, and you don't seem to care about killing people when it used to make you feel super guilty." And Sam says like, "Yeah, but that's never gotten me anywhere." And Dean's like, "No, but it's just what you're supposed to do. Like, it's just something we're supposed to argue about." And Sam's like, "You're mad because I agree with you?" And Dean's like, "No, I'm just worried because you're not acting like yourself." And Sam says, "Well, yeah, I'm not acting myself because I don't have a choice. Because Dean, you're leaving." Very funny euphemism. "You're leaving, and I have to stay here. So if I'm gonna fight this war after you die-" Literally, you don't have to. You'll be done in two months! Yeah, "Then I'm gonna have to change into you. I'm gonna have to be more like you." Which, yeah, I think- do you think this is a good reveal? I enjoyed it a bit.

G: The reason why Sam is acting different?

C: Yeah, I feel like we've- that that's been withheld from us for this season. So it's fun that it's finally coming up.

G: I mean, he didn't know about the deal when he killed Jake, so like-

C: That's true.

G: And he was already different back then.

C: That's true. So right, you're right. This doesn't really cover all of the bases here.

G: I was like, "This kind of stupid." [both laugh] That's my thought when I was listening to this monolog.

C: Yeah. I think it just made me a bit emo. Because I hate the idea that the only way to fight a war is to shoot first and not care about the sanctity of human life. And I don't like that Supernatural backs this up, basically. So I think I liked it because it made me sad, and I was like, "Well, I haven't been sad about Supernatural in a while, so that must mean the writing's good." [both laugh]

G: I'm sad about Supernatural constantly, and it's not about the writing. [both laugh] It's not about the quality of the- well, it is. It is about the quality of the writing.

G: So anyway, Dean starts like, getting hurt. Like, he's like hunching over in pain, blah blah blah. And he's like, "Oh my god! It feels like there's knives inside of me." And then he starts- he gets on the floor, he's having a rough time. He's like, "It's the coven! It must be the coven!" And so Sam like, starts [laughing] ripping up the mattress.

C: Yeah.

G: Well, at first he like, looks for the hex bag, and he can't find it. He rips up the mattress. It's not there. And he's like, "Fuck. I need to go to the coven." And so he drives there, and he brought the Colt, and then he opens the door, and it's like-

C: Why did he need the Colt? Oh, right, because one of them is a demon. Yeah, but I feel like-

G: Well, no, because he didn't have witch-killing bullets.

C: Ah, but do they- okay, wait- [G laughs] Okay. So even these witches require witch-killing bullets?

G: I suppose so.

C: I still don't understand the witch-killing bullets thing. Do you understand it? Can you explain it?

G: I think there's like, inscriptions on the bullet. Like, there's carvings on it.

C: Okay, but why can't regular bullets kill witches?

G: Because, like, it makes them- like, they're immune in some way? I have no fucking idea.

C: These are suburban wives who go to a book club and chant sometimes.

G: [laughing] Ah! I mean, they are considered witches, though. I mean, one of my favorite, like, things that people have said on the internet is that there should have been an episode of Supernatural towards the end where they realize that Sam cannot be hurt by bullets that are just regular. Like, he already needs witch-killing bullets.

C: Yeah!

G: That's like, my favorite thing. So I like to believe that you don't need to be fully committed to the witchcraft to become a quote "witch." Just for that reason solely.

C: Okay. So like, you do one spell, and you have to be killed by witch-killing bullets? Like, they make hex bags in future seasons.

G: Maybe- it's confusing, because this episode, they make it seem like even innocent witches, or like, innocent witchcraftery is like, selling your soul to a demon. But like, Sam wouldn't partake in it, then, if that's the truth. And which demon was Rowena selling her soul to? Like, these are questions that bother me?

C: Yeah. I don't think she was. She was just being cool.

G: Yeah. Maybe that's a different brand of witchcraft.

C: Maybe. Oh, right, because there are people that are born witches-

G: Oh, yeah. Is that true? I don't know. Maybe they were brought up.

C: I'm pretty sure there are people who were born witches and- yeah, okay. I don't know. I'll find out.

G: Yeah. They're raised as witches. You're culturally a witch, you know? [laughs]

And Sam pulls up, and he's in the coven's house. And they're like, "Oh my god! What are you doing? Why do you have a gun?" And he's like, "If you know who I am, then you know what this gun is, so stop the curse. Stop cursing my brother." And they're all- all three of them are in the corner like, "We're not trying to curse the brother! We're just trying to get her mortgage to go down!"

C: So true. That's so sweet, aw.

G: Yeah. And she's like, "We're not hurting anyone! We don't even know your brother!" And Sam goes like, "Stop the spell. I'll give you five seconds." And then he starts counting down. Like, he goes "5. 4." [laughing] What was your opinion on like, cunt Sam? [C laughs] What's your opinion of this guy? I like it. I like it! Like morally, I disagree, but I like it.

C: Right. Yeah, I don't know. I wasn't- I didn't have much of an opinion either way on what was going on. Like, yeah, whatever. Do whatever you want, dude.

G: I forgot to mention the other part of this scene, which is that Ruby barges in to Dean's room and is like, "You're dying-"

C: The only thing Ruby did wrong was saving Dean's life. [G laughs]

G: Anyway, she like pins Dean on the bed and like, makes him swallow this black liquid. And he's like, gurgling the blood, and he's like [choking sounds]

C: [laughing] And calling her a bitch the whole time.

G: Yeah. And then, he like, survives. It saves his life. And then she goes, "Stop calling me bitch." Yeah, and meanwhile, Sam's still there. And he figures out who the demon is because - what's her name? - Tammy is the only person in the group who has not had any like, good fortune or anything. So he figures out that maybe she doesn't need a good fortune because she's already getting what she wants, which is the souls of these women. And so yeah.

C: Yeah, and part 2 of the Dean and Ruby scene is that yeah, Ruby and Dean are talking post-her saving his life. And she says, "Hey, like, do not fucking point the Colt at me anymore." And Dean's like, "You saved my life!" And he also says that the stuff that she put in his mouth tasted like ass. Dean eats ass confirmed. And Ruby says that "It's called witchcraft, short bus." Which is not an insult that I've heard before. But yeah, Dean 5'2 confirmed. And she walks out, and Dean goes like, "You're the short bus, short bus."

What's Katie Cassidy's height? I'm gonna look it up. Okay, she's 5'7.

G: Oh, she's so pretty. What- it's different. This one says she's 168.9 [cm].

C: Anyway, so she's like, half a foot shorter than Dean.

G: Yeah.

C: Or, half a foot shorter than Jensen Ackles and half a foot taller than Dean Winchester is what I should say. [both laugh]

G: Yeah.

C: Yeah.

C: Anyway, back in the house, back in Renee's house, Tammy is like, "Okay, I have to stop pretending now." And then she takes off her look, and her eyes turn black, and it's super fun. And yeah, I mean. She kills one of the women. Because one of them was like, "What happened to you?!" Blah blah blah! And then she's like, "Okay, you get to die now." And she kills them.

C: Yeah. Sorry, Renee.

G: Sorry, Renee Van Allen.

C: Yeah. You don't get to enjoy your reduced mortgage anymore. Oh, also, when Tammy does her reveal, she tells him "Nice dick work, Magnum." [laughs] And I know a dick is like, a private investigator but like, [both laugh] alright.

G: Yeah.

C: And Elizabeth is screaming-

G: Sam shoots.

C: What?

G: Sam shoots.

C: Sam shoots at- right, Sam shoots at Tammy, and she stops the bullet midair, and it falls to the ground. Very neat.

G: I mean, why can this random-ass demon do this but not Azazel?

C: Right. That's a good point.

G: Well, whatever.

C: I don't know. Maybe- Well, she's also a witch.

G: He needed to die for plot reasons. Yeah, perhaps, maybe that's why.

C: Yeah, so she has extra powers. Azazel was just a loser demon. Nothing else going on for him. [G laughs]

G: That's how I talk about myself. Like, when people are like, "What are you up to?" "Ah, I'm just a loser demon. Nothing else going on with me." [C laughs]

C: Yeah. So we also learn that apparently, Elizabeth and Renee apparently both sold their souls to Tammy the demon because they were drawing on her power doing the witchcraft, and they swore their servitude to her. So she has their souls. "All I had to do is bring one good book to book club, and you ladies lined up to kiss my ass." Is the book she's referring to like, a witchcraft book, or did she actually-

G: I think it's the witchcraft book, yeah.

C: Okay, but [overlapping] I would like to believe-

G: Yeah!

C: - that she showed up with like, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous or something and they were like, "Damn!" [both laugh]

G: Yeah. [laughing] Showed up with Crush by Richard Siken [C laughs], and they were like, "This one! She's staying in the club."

C: [laughs] Yeah.

So yeah, she gets Sam pinned to a wall, and she's like, "Oh, yeah. Me and my friends have been looking for you." And Sam's like, "Oh, yeah, because I'm supposed to lead some piss-poor demon army?" And Tammy says "No, you're not our Messiah. We don't believe in you." So fun. I love whenever they use religious language around the Lucifer stuff. Yeah, she says that there's a new leader who they are putting their support behind, but they're gonna have to kill Sam, just, you know, for PR. Do you know who this leader she's referring to is? Lilith?

G: Well, yeah. I think so.

C: Fun.

G: I mean, that's what I remember.

C: Yeah, okay. So she's about to kill Sam when Dean busts in with a gun. And Tammy throws him like, against a wall. And the stunt actor for this did a very funny job. [G laughing] Like, did you notice that the way he was thrown just looked very silly?

G: [laughing] No! But I think it's funny that you noticed.

C: Mm. And then Ruby comes in. And she comes in, her hands are up, and she says, like, "Hey. I just wanna talk." And Tammy is like, "Oh, so you made it out of the gates," and they clearly have a history. And Ruby says like, "I've been lost without you. Take me back. That's why I led the Winchesters here." And you see Dean, like, mouth, "Told you so!" to Sam. So yeah, Ruby says, like, "I want to serve you again. I have wanted it, and I've wanted you for so long."

G: Fun stuff!

C: And then we have Dean's face again, and he's like, "Huh. Hot."

G: Yeah! He's gay slug reacting, or whatever the fuck that meme is.

C: What? What's the meme?

G: He's like, gay slug reacting? I don't know what it is.

C: Oh, homophobic slug reacting. [both] Yeah.

That's Tabitha's URL, and you couldn't even bother knowing it.

G: Yeah, I'm sorry, Tabitha. [both laugh] Tabitha is getting a lot of mentions recently, though, so that's my repayment. [both laugh]

C: Yeah. Right. So they walk closer to each other, and Tammy says, "You were one of my best." But then Ruby pulls out her knife and tries to stab her. And fails. And we have the w-slur again from Tammy, where she calls Ruby a "lying whore."

Ben Edlund. Like, what- what's going on in your personal life? [both laugh] I'm confused.

G: I just want to know. We just wanna have a conversation, Ben.

C: Ben, I just wanna talk. Just checking in, Ben. [laughs]

G: Yeah.

C: I- this is so much. Like, we've never gotten more than one an episode.

G: Yeah yeah yeah.

C: And the fact that it's women saying it the whole time, too also feels- like, I feel like something's going on, but I don't know what it is.

G: Yeah. It's woman on woman violence.

C: Yeah.

So we got a fight scene between Tammy and Ruby, and Ruby is not doing well, you know. She's bleeding, she has fallen on her back on the floor. And yeah, Tammy's hitting her with a fireplace poker, but during this distraction, Elizabeth runs over to the altar and starts casting a spell using a bunch of pins on Tammy. So yeah, Tammy's telling Ruby to "Get up, come on," and then she starts loredumping on Ruby's backstory. So she tells Sam and Dean that "She was like, one of my witches. I mentored her. And then I kicked her out a long time ago." So yeah, "She was a witch back when she was human." Ooh, revealing things. Yeah, whatever. And so, apparently, Ruby went to hell because she sold herself to Tammy. And then she starts reciting an exorcism and black smoke starts coming out of Ruby's mouth. I-

G: What is the rule here?

C: Yeah, exactly. I was like- So in most cases, it just seems like a demon hearing an exorcism is enough to exorcise them. But like, if you say it yourself, you're safe?

G: It's a different one. It's a different one. It's not the "Exorcisus immunde" blah blah blah. It's a different-

C: Okay, right, it's her witchcraft exorcism, so yeah, maybe that one is special and it doesn't apply to you.

G: Yeah, perhaps.

C: So Tammy doesn't finish her exorcism because she starts coughing up blood and pins from Elizabeth's spell, and this allows Sam and Dean to get released a bit. And then she just kills Elizabeth in like, one fell fist clench.

G: But she lingers.

C: The body count this episode is really high.

G: I was surprised that Elizabeth died.

C: Yeah, me too.

G: I was expecting her to be the last one to survive.

C: Right. Like, they did not do the saving people part of the "hunting things, saving people" this episode. Like, no one survived. Except for, I guess, except for that white guy, whatever his name was. Who give a shit.

G: [laughs] Who give a shit.

C: Yeah. And then while this is happening, Dean gets Ruby's demon knife, and then stabs Tammy, like a lot. Like, this is excessive. He stabs her a lot.

G: Yeah. Over and over and over again.

C: Yeah. This isn't necessary! I don't get it

G: I don't even- like, he doesn't even know that she cursed him, right? He doesn't know that.

C: Right. He just showed up, and she was like, holding Sam up, so he was like, "Welp, bad news."

G: Why is he so mad?

C: Right, so there's no particular reason for him to have a grudge against her. I guess just, he said before that he hates witches. I think this is just him hating witches. [G laughs] This was for the rabbit. [laughs]

G: Yeah, this was for the rabbit. Which she didn't even kill.

C: Yeah, she didn't even kill. I guess- should we mention that, I guess, since Tammy and Ruby are sorta- had some amount of sexual tension, I guess this is another Supernatural lesbian, maybe?

G: I think so. I think so.

C: Yeah, well.

G: But the death speedrun-

C: [laughs] Yeah.

G: It competes with even- what's her name?

C: Lily?

G: Lily.

C: Yeah, right, we have Ruby's "I've wanted you for so long," and then, like, two minutes later, Tammy's dead. And least Ruby gets to leave.

G: At least Ruby's alive, yeah. Bisexual queen!

C: Yeah. Good for her

And so Sam and Dean start heading out, and they pause to look at Ruby, and she tells them like, "Go. I'll clean up this mess." And they linger a bit longer, and Ruby flashes her black eyes and says, "Go." I- what exactly- why does she want them to go that badly? I mean, I read it as like, she was having an emotional moment that her mentor, who she does care for in some way, is dead, and she wanted some time alone with the body. What did you read it as?

G: I read it as embarrassment. Because they know about her backstory.

C: Is it an embarrassing backstory?

G: I have no idea. But they treat it like it is

C: Yeah, they do treat it like it's embarrassing.

G: But I think there's some vulnerability in knowing that a demon used to be human.

C: Right. Yeah, 'cause she has had this whole cool girl like, performance that she's putting on for them.

G: Yeah, and now like, "Oh, you were actually human. And then you were tortured in Hell." Like, okay. That makes you vulnerable.

C: And also, she got beat up pretty bad during this fight, and I feel like she's always been like, untouched in all of the combat situations we've seen her in before.

G: But like, when she glared at them, and like, her eyes turned black, I was like, "Fuck. This is such a cool idea." Like, the idea that they have a demon quote unquote "friend" - well, ally, I suppose -

C: Yeah, they're not nice to her.

G: - is such a good idea. It's such a good idea. And a part of me was like, "I'm glad they did it." Because it's such a good thought. Like, honestly, Ruby and Cas should have interacted more.

C: I know! I know, I know.

G: The fact that Cas got to stay around but Ruby didn't. Like, they brought back Cas so many times. Like, that is misogyny, right?

C: Yeah. I mean, I think the more direct misogyny is that Anna was supposed to play the Cas role and then they killed her off and gave Cas that role.

G: Oh, yeah yeah yeah.

C: But yeah, I think that the Ruby thing is also- it's also questionable.

G: Yeah. And like, I just think they should have interacted more. Because, like she's a demon, but like, she has ulterior motives, but like, some of her actions are good. And with Cas, it's the same but the opposite.

C: Yeah. They should have fucked raw.

G: They should've.

C: Sad!

G: Well, there are other people who should have fucked raw. [C laughs]

C: Yeah. But also, yeah, I- I mean, she was lying when she said she wanted Tammy to take her back. But like, what do you think her and Astaroth's relationship was like back during the Black Plague era?

G: Well, she did kick her out, right? So probably not that good.

C: Yeah. But like, did Ruby want- like, kicking her out implies that Ruby wanted to stay, right? So- I don't know. I like to imagine a bit of an unrequited love thing going on there. Yeah. But, you know, she's dead, and it's over. Sowwy.

G: [laughs] Sad! Well, there's other unrequited loves in Supernatural. [both laughing]

C: Yeah, do you wanna-

G: Yeah yeah yeah.

G: So we get our ending scene. So Dean walks out the motel room and into the like, parking lot. And the signs starts flickering, blah blah blah. And Ruby's there, and she's standing there. And Dean gets right on it. He's like, "Oh, you used to be human, huh?" And Ruby reveals that, "Yeah," and it's been so long since the Black Plague.

C: Yeah, so that makes her- what? Like, 500 years old? When was the Black Plague? Oh, no, that was in the 1300s. She's like, 700 years old.

G: Yeah. And Ruby says like- ah, Dean says that "It's a wonder why demons act so demonic. I mean, don't they remember being human?" And Ruby goes, "Yeah, they don't. That's what happens when you go to Hell, Dean. That's what Hell is. Forgetting who you are." Which is like, you know, super ominous, because Dean is going to Hell. And Dean cracks a "Well, I'm not here to get philosophy lessons from a demon." And Ruby says, "It's not philosophy. It's not a metaphor. It is what happens. There's real fire in there." Yeah. And yeah. Ruby, at some point, goes like, "It's yes, by the way." And Dean goes, "What?" And Ruby goes, "The same thing will happen to you. You will turn into a fucking demon."

C: Yeah.

G: And Dean says, "There's no way to save me from the pit, is there?" And Ruby says, "Yeah." And Dean goes, "Why did you tell Sam you can, though?" And then Ruby says that she's just trying to get into Sam's good graces, and she needs him to get past the demon part. [laughs] And Dean is like, still being a wisecrack. He's still cracking jokes and stuff. And Ruby goes, "Look at you, trying to be so stoic. It's heartwarming." Or, well, she says, [both] "It's heartbreaking." And she finally says that she needs Dean's help, and she needs help with turning Sam into like, a competent person and leader when Dean is not around anymore. And Dean asks, like, "Why do you want us to win?" And she says, "I remember what it's like to be human. I wish I didn't, but-"

C: She says, "I'm not like them. I'm not like other girls."

G: She literally- she says, like, "I wish I was like them. But I'm not. I'm not like other demons." And good for her. And that's the end of the episode.

C: I feel like a lot of demons aren't like other demons, though.

G: Yeah, they're all different. [laughs] It's literally just like the "like other girls" thing. Like, you're not like other girls because every girl is different.

C: Right, yeah. I think that it- Okay, like Dean has progressed, because I feel like in the past, if Ruby was like, "Yeah, I lied about being able to get you out of Hell," he would have killed her on the spot. But, like, I guess the reason's that she used to be human, and due to having that claim to humanity-

G: And also, she did save their ass.

C: She did save their ass, yeah. Yeah. I feel like I'm just bothered by the Supernatural thing that, like, goodness is just your proximity to humanity.

G: Oh, yeah yeah yeah.

C: Like, I feel like there are ways to be good and like, be like, fully a ghost or fully a demon or whatever, you know? And also, there are humans who suck.

G: It would have been if Dean's heel turn was like, because Ruby saved their ass only, and not because he learned like, "Oh, she used to be human."

C: Yeah. Right. Yeah.

G: What are your thoughts for this entire episode?

C: I mean, I liked getting Ruby backstory, and I thought that the coven had some pretty funny moments. But, you know, misogyny exists. [both laugh] Yeah.

G: Well, I mean, this episode was fine. I really liked last week's episode, so this episode fell a little bit flat because of that comparison, because I really like last week's, so. Yeah.

How would you- What's your Best Line/Worst Line?

C: Uh... god.

G: I have no recollection of any line in this episode. I think best line-

C: When Ruby says, "I don't believe in the devil." [laughs] She's literally so funny.

G: She's just lying! She's just straight up lying.

C: Yeah. I love when women lie. What about you? Have you found-? Oh, okay, I also really like, "If she wants us dead, all she has to do is stop saving our lives."

G: I think I like that as well. Because it's so true, so real. Yeah, I think I like the last Ruby line. Like, "I remember being human. I remember." And Dean goes, "Remember what?" And she goes, "Being human." I like that it's the last scene of the episode. Like, we linger on that when it ends, and I like that. I think it's effective.

C: Yeah, I agree. I feel like this episode is a really good Ruby episode.

G: For the worst line-

C: Uh, probably just one of the lines where the w-slur shows up.

G: I particularly didn't like calling Ruby a skank. I don't like that word, so.

C: Yeah. It has a bad mouthfeel.

G: Yeah. "Skank." Ugh.

C: Ugh.

G: Anyway, what's our ratings for the spreadsheet?

C: Hm, okay, let's think. Well, misogyny-

G: For racism.

C: Okay, racism, I'd say there's a 1 for "off the reservation" and Janet being killed first-

G: Okay, sure.

C: - oh, and also Conquistador Motel. I feel like all those three together-

G: Can count as 1.

C: - is enough to warrant a point. Yeah.

G: I would misogyny, 2 or 3.

C: Yeah, I was also thinking 2 or 3.

G: How about we- just give it a 3. If we're thinking 2 or 3, you know what? Let's just give it a 3.

C: Yeah, alright, sounds good.

G: Homophobia. There's none this episode? Or is it inherently homophobic to-

C: I mean, because Tammy's a lesbian and they kill her or something?

G: Yeah, or like, maybe Dean's, like, "Huh?" reaction. [both laughing]

C: Yeah. I feel like there was something there.

G: [laughing] It was funny. Let's give him 1 point for that.

C: Yeah, let's just give them 1 point for that. [both laugh]

G: Yeah. IMDb rating. [laughs]

C: Huh! I don't know. Because I feel like this is a decent episode-

G: Yeah, it is.

C: But I feel like people didn't like Ruby.

G: I would say, I'll give this one an 8.3.

C: Okay, I am gonna go a bit higher at an 8.4.

G: Okay, let's see. Oh, you're right. It's an 8.4.

C: Oh. Exciting! I feel like we've been doing a lot better this season.

G: Yeah.

C: That's exciting. Good to know. Alright, let's see what the people say. [keyboard clacking sounds]

G: "Disappointing in a couple of ways." This review is from 2019, so it's kind of like a looking back review.

C: Got it.

G: Yeah, this one is talking about how Ben Edlund writes wacky episodes, and this one is so conventional, it's kind of like a, "Oh, okay."

C: Hmm.

G: And they talk about how they don't really develop the witchcraft aspect of Ruby's personality.

C: That's true, yeah. I guess right now, we don't know that yet. But yeah, I do think that it doesn't come up again in the future.

G: This one is like, "Not feeling this season," and they say that the demon, so Ruby, doesn't feel like a hundreds-of-years-old demon.

C: That's true. She does seem like she's like, 30. [laughs]

G: Ah. "The only thing saving this season is the great acting and chemistry between Jensen and Jared."

C: Oh no.

G: "Good thing they cast the perfect actors for this role."

C: No.

G: "Because it seems like it's a point where their charisma and talent is what kept the show afloat during the writers' strike."

Oh my god! This one says, "The episode that kills my love for Supernatural. You couldn't get more offensive if you made a list of misogynistic tropes and purposely tried to write them all." [laughs]

C: So real.

C: Okay, so they mention that the title of this episode-

G: "Malleus Maleficarum is one of the most hateful anti-woman screeds ever written and was used as justification for a mass murder of actual women." Oh my god! Let's look this shit up.

C: Okay, so it's a treatise on witchcraft- yeah, okay, so it's like, "Here's what witchcraft is and the death penalty is the only way to deal with witchcraft." Okay, and it looks like this text-

G: "The book was later used by royal courts during the Renaissance and contributed to the increasingly brutal prosecution of witchcraft during the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries."

C: Geez.

G: So it's like an actual like- I thought it was a movie!

C: Yeah, it's usually a movie title on these things. Okay, so this is an actual book that led to murders.

G: Yeah, led to like, witchhunts, I suppose.

C: Yeah. Geez. Yeah, that's not cool.

G: Yeah. Yeah.

"The women in this episode are portrayed as varying degrees of stupid, shallow, greedy, and evil. And just to rub it in-" And they talk about like, calling women horrible things- "mostly coming from our hero's mouth." [both laugh] "If you don't understand why this is not okay, please google 'feminism 101.'" I support this.

C: [laughing] So true.

Yeah.

Wait, is the short bus a thing?

G: I don't know.

C: I just thought that they just put- oh, shit! Okay. A short bus is like- okay, that's an actual thing. It's a school bus with a wheelchair lift.

G: [laughing incredulously] Oh, no.

C: What the fuck is Supernatural? [muffled] Oh my god! [G laughing] I thought "bus" was just a random word they put there. Jesus Christ.

I'm really glad that these IMDb reviews are like, informing us of the various awful things we missed about this episode. Jesus fuck.

Okay.

G: And then this one just says, "Just a really bad episode. [both laugh] This episode really sucks compared to the other episodes." I support that

C: So true. Well.

G: This one has a lot of recent reviews.

C: Yeah, that's true.

G: 2019. This one is 2022, 2019, 2012, 2020, 2011. There's not much that are like, from 2008, which is when this aired.

C: Yeah, no, that is new. I wonder what caused that. Oh, okay, it aired on- when did Stackednatural start?

G: I don't know. You think it's because of that?

C: Well, no, actually, it can't be, because a lot of these are from like 2019 and stuff and Stackednatural was more recent than that.

G: Recent, yeah.

Anyway, I think that's it for this episode of Busty Asian Beauties. No?

C: Yeah, that is. Although I do want to mention that the person who explained what the title of the episode was, this is the only IMDb review that they have written. So when they said that "This kills my love of Supernatural," yeah, I think that they actually stopped watching Supernatural after this. Good for them.

G: Yeah, good for them.

Yeah, so that's it for this episode of Busty Asian Beauties. Next week, we will be discussing Season 3, Episode 10, "Dream a Little Dream of Me." Leave us a rating or a review wherever you get your podcasts.

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Running away

A/N: This is for the Anon who asked ‘ Hello! I saw that your requests were open, and I want to know if it’s possible to write a Dean x reader story where the reader has a dark/sad past ( maybe worse than the Winchesters?) that extends outside of America, like an international type of deal? Then maybe dean does something rude or finds something out and treats her badly, just something that causes her to run away? I literally have no plot to this! Thank you in advance! I want to apologize for this taking so long to get out.

Summary: When Dean finds out the truth about Y/N he doesn’t take it to well.

Parring: Dean/Reader

Warnings: None

Tag List: @akshi8278

If you had told me ten years ago that monsters and demons were real, I would have laughed about it. I would be thinking that you were saying some terrible jokes. Now I know differently. Watching monsters kill my whole family changed everything. How I survived, I will never know. Running away from everything didn't solve anything, either. Flying to America, I hoped that I could leave monsters hunting behind and the British Men of Letters. I couldn't. Once a monster hunter, always a monster hunter. So when I heard about some strange killings the town over from where I had been staying, I had to check it out. Meeting the Winchesters was not what I expected. Nor were they anything like I had been lead to believe. When everything was said and done with the hunt, Sam asked if I would like to come along. I said, 'no.' I gave them my number to call if they needed anything anyway.

After meeting Sam and Dean, I started hunting again. I was meeting other hunters along the way as well. But somehow, the Winchesters and I kept crossing paths. Every time they would ask me to come along with them, I told them 'no.' But the more that I hunted with them, the more I found myself wanting to go with them. For the first time since I lost my family, I felt safe with someone. But how would they handle the truth about me? My past is not pretty. The things that I did for the British Men of Letters are things that I can't forgive myself for. They will hate me if they know the truth about me. But Sam, with those puppy dog eyes, how could I say no. Even when I got a room in the Bunker, I still kept my distance. I was doing my best to keep my past from them. They could never know how much I care about both of them. I fear that they could use it against me, or someone could use the brothers against me.

The past, no matter how hard you run from it, will always find you.

A simple hunt that turned out to be demons changed everything. Demons lie; everyone knows this. But these demons were not lying about me. And when the beast was dead, Dean asked if the creature was telling the truth. Did I sell my soul? My silence was answer enough for him. Then the yelling started. I was everything that he said. I was no better than the monsters that we hunted. While my soul was still mine, it was dirty and tainted by the darkness that is Hell. It doesn't matter to him that my soul is still mine and that I still have my soul. That I managed to get the demon who I sold my soul to break their end of the deal was a miracle. By breaking their end of the agreement, they were making the deal void. Dean didn't care about that, and the whole way back to the Bunker, Dean was silent after Sam got Dean to stop yelling and get in the car. A yelling Dean I knew how to deal with but a quiet Dean that was a bad thing. When the car came to a stop, I all but jumped from the car and went to my room. Closing the door behind me, I sat on my bed. Only a moment later, the door was thrown open by Dean.

"Were you going to tell us?" Dean spoke the quiet furry easy to hear in his voice. I didn't know what more he wanted me to say. What could I say? "You lied to me—your just another monster. I trusted you to have Sam, and I's back. I trusted you, and I should never have done that..." I don't hear anything after that; his words keep getting harsher and harsher. Seeing the chance when Dean stepped further into my room, I ran. Once past him, I let the tears fall down my face. When I felt like I ran into a wall only to have two arms wrap around me.

"Y/N?"

"I'm sorry, Sam. I'm just so sorry." I whisper as I pull away from him. Running to the garage, I jump into my old car. Once out and onto the road, I drive. There was no destination in my mind; I just kept driving; my tears had long since dried, not having the energy go further. I pull into a little service road with the car off. The silence is defining. I did not realize how used to the boys always talking I had gotten.

Climbing into the back of my car, I lay down. Pillowing my jacket under my head, I let the blackness of sleep pull me under. Though my sleep was restless, I could not get more than a couple of minutes of rest. The sun shining in the car's window decided for me that it was time to start moving again. Sitting up, I rub my face trying to wake myself up the best that I can. Climbing back into my car's front seat, I turn the car over and get back out onto the road. I keep heading west following the sun, still with no destination in mind. I only stop when I get hungry or need to use the bathroom. Putting as much distance that I can between the Winchesters and myself.

Just before nightfall, I find a small little town that has a cheap motel in it. Thanking my stars tonight, I pull into the motel parking lot. I was pulling out the little bag of clothing that I keep in the trunk of my car as a 'just in case kind of thing. The motel was reasonable but also dirty as most cheap motels come. Also, it doesn't look like any redecorating has been done since the eighties. After all the salt lines are laid out, I make my way to the shower. The water is thankfully hot, and I let it relax the muscles of my back. I was washing my body before stepping out of the shower. Towel drying my hair, I quickly re-dress and head out of my motel room. I am running into a small town looking for someplace to get something to eat. The town's dinner was little and '50s themed like much of all the diners I had obtained food over the years. Ordering my meal to go, I quickly make my way back to my hotel room. I eat fast, not even tasting what I was eating, knowing that I need to see what I had left in my car. At this point, I considered what had been left at the Bunker lost, and I needed to know what I needed to replace. The bags I felt had some weapons left in them but not enough to keep hunting for long. But I had left my phone behind in my room.

Over the next couple of days, I manage to get some money for doing some hustling at the bars. With that money, I got myself some new clothing and a burner phone. By the end of the week, I move to another town. I kept moving like that week after week, hustling money as I went. Three months after leaving the Bunker, sitting in a small bar, I hear the door open. Sitting where I was, I could see the door and those that walked in, but they could not see me. Standing in the doorway are the Winchesters. I wait for them to get to the bar with their backs to me before standing up and making my way out of the bar.

Once back at my motel room, I pack up my things, cleaning up, making it as if I was never there. By the time I am finished, I can hear the Impala's unmistakable sound pulling into the lot. I wait to hear a door close than wait longer to be sure before stepping out of my room. I am quickly making my way over to the car. I set my things in the passenger seat before walking over to the office. Once checked out and everything paid, I make my way back to my car. At the same time, my attention was elsewhere. I failed to notice Sam stepping out of his room. Sam doesn't see who I am until I am standing next to my car with my head down. "Y/N?" I hear Sam say to me as he moves to be standing on the other side of my car.

"Hey, Sammy," I say as I look up to him. Only the Sam that I see is not the same Sam that I left at the Bunker. This Sam looks so tired like he hasn't slept in weeks; the dark rings under his eyes are so dark. He even looks like he has lost weight. His clothing seems to hang on him. "I can't believe it, Y/N. Dean and I have been looking for you." When he mentions Dean, I can't help but cringe back, Remembering Dean saying that he should kill me. "Y/N?" When I hear my name, I look up to Sam. I can see the concern in his eyes.

"I can't, Sammy. I'm sorry, I-I have to go." I whisper to him as I pull my car door open. Making a decision quickly, I pull out a piece of paper and write my new number on it for him. 'Don't tell Dean.' I finish off the note before handing it to him. Once in my car, I don't wait to see if Sam reads the message before pulling out of the parking lot. I'm not on the road long before I hear my phone start to ring. Wanting to put more space between us, I don't answer.

I drive for the rest of the day and all through the night. I don't stop until I cross over into Ohio. I stop at the first motel that I come across. Once in my room, I plug in my phone before falling into bed. I am woken up hours later to my phone going off.

Grabbing it off the table, I find that Sam is calling me. "Are you alone?" Are the first words out of my mouth before Sam could even say anything. "Yes." Sam and I talk for hours after that. Mostly it was just me telling Sam that I was okay. That no, I hadn't been hunting. Then he asked what happened the night that I left the Bunker as Dean wouldn't talk about it. So I start from the beginning by telling him everything. The secrets that I had kept from him, why I sold my soul, how I got out of it. What Dean said to me and how it scared me.

Sam fills me in on everything that had happened since I left. I can't believe what Sam tells me how worried Dean got when he realized that I hadn't returned to the Bunker the next day. After a week, Dean was freaking out, calling everyone that we all knew to see if they had seen me or heard from me. At first, I thought it was because he was trying to follow through with what he had said in my room. Sam said that all he kept saying was that he needs to apologize.

Sam and I keep talking for weeks after that first phone call. He keeps his promise and doesn't tell Dean about our conversations. But with each chat I have with Sam, I make my way closer to the Bunker. Sam doesn't know this, but I plan on seeing him again in the next couple of weeks. Sending a text to Sam when I get into town, I tell him where I am staying. He doesn't get back to me right away, but when he does, it doesn't take him long to show up at my hotel room. Once my door is open, I am pulled open into a bone-crushing hug. "It's good to see you too, Sam."

"Same to you, Y/N." When Sam pulls away from me, I can get a good look at Sam. He looks so much better than the last time than I saw him. The dark circles are gone, and he seems like he has been eating better. "You look better, Sammy. How's Dean?" What Sam has been telling me about Dean is making me worry.

"It's not good, Y/N. I don't know the last time he slept. I can't get him to stop looking; it's killing me not to tell him that you are okay." Sam sits on the bed in the room with his head in his hands.

"Do you-Do you think that it would help if I went to the bunker?" I whisper to him as I take a seat next to him. This was my plan when I came here, but to hear Sam talking is making me nervous to see him again. It's been six months since I have been back. "Would you?" I can see the hope in his eyes as he lifts his head and looks at me. Shrugging my shoulders, I stand up and hold my hand out to him, pulling him to his feet. "Let's go." I want to get out of the door before I change my mind. It doesn't take long before we are pulling up to the Bunker and making our way inside. Sam stays back, letting me walk in first. The Bunker is quiet, not much noise to be heard, nothing like it was before when I was living here.

"Sam, where did you go?" I hear a yell for the library turning, I look at Sam, and he smiles at me in pushing me to the library. Dean has his back to me when I first see him again. "It's not Sam," I say to him. I can see him freeze before turning slowly to look at me. "Hi, Dean," I say when I can see his face. His face is pale; he looks so tired and underfed. I don't get the chance to get a good look at him before I have an arm full of Dean. For Dean being so much taller than me, he seems so small in my arms. But what makes me the most surprised is when I can feel tears on my neck. I start to walk backward and out of the room, slowly making our way to his room. Dean doesn't seem to realize that we are even moving. He is shaking in my arms but not making any noise either. Once in his room and laying down on his bed, all he keeps mumbling is 'sorry.' I keep whispering soothing words in his ears, hoping to get him to calm down. Slowly he stops shaking, the tears stop falling, and his breathing gets deeper, letting me know that he has fallen asleep. Not long after he is sleeping, so am I.

I don't know how long we are asleep, but I am woken up to the feeling of a hand on my cheek. Opening my eyes, I find Dean's green ones looking back at me. Looking Dean in the face, he looks better already; the dark marks under his eyes less pronounced his cheeks have color back in them. "You okay?" I ask him as I place my hand over his that is on my face.

"I should be asking you that Y/N," Dean whispers to me, his eyes closing as he says this. "I'm fine, Dean, I promise." I smile at him even though I know that he can't see it. Not knowing what to do, I move his hand off my face; turning my back to him, I sit up. "But I couldn't stay, Dean, not after everything. I-I'm not staying for long. I just thought that I would come and see you and Sammy." I can feel the bed moving behind me as Dean stands from the bed. He moves around the bed and stands in front of me. Dean is turning on the bedside light before kneeling in front of me.

"Y/N, I can never tell you how sorry that I am for what I said. I will never admit this outside of this room, but I was afraid. I sold my soul. I know what could have happened to you, and I don't want that for you. You are so beautiful and kind and everything that is good." Dean looks like he wanted to say more, but he doesn't. He takes a deep breath before standing up and turning his back to me. His shoulders fall.

"Dean, I'm sorry. But I couldn't tell you; I didn't know-how. I want to stay here. But I don't think that I can, not after everything. I know that I am better off on my own..." I don't get to finish my sentence before he turns back to face me, grabs my face in both of his hands, and kisses me. It could be barely be called a kiss more of a dry press of his lips against mine. "Please..." I can feel him whisper against my lips. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, I lean up and kiss him. The kiss is rough, all teeth and tongue saying everything that both of us just couldn't put into words. I feel his hands on my ass before he is lifting me up. I warp my legs around his waist as he turns and presses me against the wall.

We kiss for what feels like hours about cant be more than a couple of minutes. "Don't leave me." I hear Dean whisper as he pulls away from this kiss. His head once again resting on my shoulder. I grip tighter to the short hair at the back of his neck before whispering, "There is nowhere that I would rather be."

With my feet back on the floor and the both of us cling to each other, I know that we have a lot that we need to talk about, and my past is one of them, but maybe this really is where I am meant to be.

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