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stylesluxx · 4 years

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imprint (II) – p.lahote

[warnings: angst?? and minor swearing]

summary: in which y/n thinks it’s just the imprint talking | part one | next part

word count: 3,740

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You shakily lifted your hand and knocked on Jacob's door. If you were in your right mind, you would've just walked in but you didn't want to feel like an intruder twice in one day.

The door opened and you greeted your childhood friend with a forced smile while looking at him through your wet eyelashes. The rain had started as soon as you were out of Paul's sight and with no warning drizzle, it just started pouring. But you were grateful because you knew Jacob wouldn't be able to tell apart the tears from the raindrops.

"Y/N, what are you doing here? You're soaked! And whose ugly brown shirt is that?" He interrogated as he took your hand, pulling you inside. "Why did you knock? Where's your key?"

You sighed at his questions, not wanting to exert the energy it took to answer them. You slipped off your shoes, leaving them on the mat whilst Jacob shut the door behind you.

"Are you okay?" He asked, picking up on the fact that none of his questions got answered and you were eerily silent. You stayed silent and just looked at him for a moment, thankful that you had someone you could always run to no matter what. "Alright, if you're just gonna be mute, I'm gonna go get you some sweatpants. I know those jeans are uncomfortable-"

"I just- I just needed to be with you. You're my friend. My brother. By choice. Right?" You cut him off with a faint voice as your lip started to tremble and your eyes began to water all over again. You knew you looked pitiful and feeble but you just needed the reassurance.

"Where's this all coming from, Y/N? Is it Paul? I told you he was bad new-"

"Right?"

He sighed once more and pulled you into a hug, not bothered by your damp body, "right. I choose you. Every time."

You nodded and slowly wrapped your arms around his waist, your hold tight. You held him as if he'd disappear right from your arms. It grounded you.

"Come on, let's change you out of these clothes."

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You didn't show up to school until Thursday. You needed a break from everything and you weren't ready to be in the same vicinity as Paul just yet. As soon as you got home from Jake's house, Saturday evening, you turned your phone off. You wanted to just disconnect and spend some time with your thoughts.

Maybe you were being too dramatic. Maybe the imprint was a good thing. It was an easy way to find your soulmate, that's for sure, but you couldn't get over the thought that Paul wouldn't have even bothered with you had it not been for him phasing. And while you were debating the imprinting business, you were also trying to process that someone you knew could transform into a huge wolf. It shouldn't be humanly possible, however, you saw it with your own eyes. You honestly wanted to believe that it was all just a dream and you'd wake up and everything would be back to normal. You don't know where you wanted to start over: before Paul even knew you existed or before Paul told you he was a shifter. You wanted a life with Paul. But you wanted a life where Paul chose you.

On Tuesday, you were resting on the couch, binge-watching Criminal Minds, when you were interrupted but knocks at the door. You quietly got up, despite the soreness of your body, and looked through the peephole. Your breath hitched as your eyes caught sight of Paul. You frowned and backed away from the door as quietly as you could and returned to your spot on the couch.

It seemed as if your body thought you were rejecting him and the aching in your chest only grew. You curled into a ball and pulled a blanket over your body, trying to push the image of Paul to the back of your mind while you continued to watch tv. The knocking continued as well as huffs and comments like: "Y/N, I know you're in there."

He finally gave up around 5:30 PM, having been there since school got out. You heard the engine of his truck when he started it up and soon the sound lessened as he pulled out of your driveway and drove down the street. The further he was from you, the more your body ached, and the harder it seemed to breathe. You'll admit, the time you spent with Paul was as easy as breathing, but now if you felt like you were being suffocated. It seemed like you were in the cold ocean, your head bobbing up and down trying not to drown.

And though you told Paul you could be friends, you still needed time and space to process everything. You didn't want to rush to be with him right away just to end up swimming in the misery of your thoughts. And your misery doesn't love company; you don't enjoy spreading your misery with others.

So you ignored Paul and your friends when they came to check up on you on Wednesday.

On Thursday morning, you dragged yourself out of bed despite the soreness and tautness that filled your body, while preparing to be interrogated by your friends. You arrived at school in a pair of leggings and Paul's (now clean) brown shirt and saw the group standing on the steps leading up to the school, chatting amongst each other. And even though Embry was standing right there, it seemed like he was on a different planet. He was brooding, his arms were crossed over his chest, and he wasn't engaging in the conversation. He didn't even flinch when you walked over to them.

"Y/N, we've been trying to call you! Where've you been?" Ashley asked, hauling you into a hug. "You left me with these three idiots for three whole days!"

"Sorry, I, uh, turned my phone off for a couple days. Think it's still off if I'm being honest," You responded and pried yourself out of her death grip.

"We went to your house yesterday, but I guess you were sleeping and your parents weren't home. Jake wasn't lying when he said you were a heavy sleeper," Quil spoke up from next to Embry.

You nodded and glanced over at Embry to see he was now glaring at the ground, refusing to speak.

"Yeah, guess I am," You nodded, going along with their assumptions.

"Paul asked about you. Said he went by on Tuesday but he didn't get an answer either," Ashley added on, her eyes narrowing on you in concern.

"That was nice of him," You coughed and let your eyes fall to your feet while you scratched the back of your head.

"And this shirt again? Since when did you like the color brown?" Jacob scoffed, critiquing Paul's shirt yet again. "Whose shirt even is that?"

"Uh, it doesn't matter. But I'll see you guys inside, alright?" You changed the topic and pushed past them, walking through the main doors and to your locker.

You got the notebooks and textbooks you needed from your locker, before sighing and letting your shoulders fall in dread. You shut your locker and walked over to Paul's, which was down the hall. You were appreciative of this distance because it gave you a chance to prepare yourself. You weren't sure if you were ready to face Paul just yet, but you knew you knew you had to for the sake of your friend. Embry's brooding reminded you of Paul's before he disappeared and you vaguely remembered how Jared was before he too went on a leave of absence.

Jared spotted you before Paul did, making him tap his arm and point toward you.

Paul turned around and his confused and worried expression turned into one of relief but there was still worry in his voice.

Your aches and sores seem to instantly dissipate once you were in his presence and face to face. First, your body relaxed, and then your chest released all the tension you were holding in. And as soon as your body calmed, your heart started to beat erratically. You'd blame it on his beauty but you hadn't even looked at him for longer than a second. Maybe it was his cologne or just his aura, or maybe it was just the imprint thing.

"Hey," You greeted him awkwardly, your eyes cast toward the ground.

"Y/N, where have you been these last couple days? I came by your house and didn't get an answer. I even asked your friends if they knew anything, but you were ignoring everyone. You can't do things like that, Y/N," He scolded you, the concern laced in his words.

"Yeah, sorry, I just needed-" You started but then remembered why you were even talking to him in the first place. "You told me to tell you if one of the boys seemed off."

"Yeah, and?"

"Well, Embry seems off. I just thought I'd let you know. I'll see you in class," You expressed before starting to back away and go to first period.

"You're wearing my shirt," He noticed, a small smile playing on his lips.

"I'll see you in class, Paul."

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The rest of the week goes by fairly quickly, but to be fair, it was only two days. Embry was absent on Friday which you figured would happen, so you didn't get to see Paul, and your body was slowly starting to crave him again. You were starting to tense up and the aching and emptiness in your chest were making a reappearance.

You saw how your parents looked at you when you trudged down the steps and into the kitchen. Their faces displaying worry and pity, so you figured you'd do something about it, just so they wouldn't have to worry.

But you were also doing it for yourself. You missed Paul. It was weird for you not to talk to and see someone that you were so used to talking and seeing every day. It's not like Paul didn't try to reach out and talk to you, because he did, you were just being stubborn. He texted every day to make sure you were alright and the only reason he wasn't banging on the door, threatening to tear it down, was because you left your read receipts on (the only thing that indicated you were still breathing).

You didn't want to be a bother because you knew he would be helping Embry all weekend, but you needed to at least see him.

You got in your Jeep and drove to the address Paul had texted you a few weeks ago, the day you shared your first kiss.

"If you ever need me, go to this address. I'll text it to you. They'll know where I am and how to reach me," He said while sending the text.

"Is this your house?" You asked him.

"No, well," He shook his head and sighed. He turned to look at you, still contemplating what he wanted to say. "It's not where I live but it's my home. My home when I'm not around you."

"I see," You nodded and looked down shyly, realizing he considered you to be home.

It was a sweet notion that you reciprocated. You felt safe with him. He was always so sweet and never pushed you to do anything you weren't comfortable with; the complete opposite of the public's perception of him. He was always calm, rational, and considerate. Patient and understanding. Everything he did had a meaning behind it. He was flirty but he wasn't sleazy or lewd. And though he saw you as home, he still got nervous around you. He was still trying to do right by you as if he was still trying to prove himself worthy of you.

After school on Friday and in the afternoon on Saturday, you found two shirts messily placed on the driver's seat in your car. Friday, it was a black shirt and Saturday it was a white one. You thought it was weird to come out of school to a random t-shirt in your car, so you looked around trying to spot the culprit but with no luck.

You carefully picked up the shirt and smelled it, instantly melting. Your heartbeat sped up knowing it was Paul's shirt, the same black one he wore to the movies.

He was so thoughtful that it blew your mind. He wasn't at school that day but he still came by to bring you one of his shirts and he went out of his way to bring you on Saturday as well. He was everything and more and you started to feel bad about how you left things.

You pulled up in front of the small brown house, already amazed at the seclusion provided by the trees. You took a deep breath, got out the truck, and walked up the steps to the house. You took one more breath before reaching up and knocking on the hard part of the screen door. The main door was open, giving you a clear view of the kitchen and a woman by the stove.

She jumped in surprise at the knocking before walking over to the door, opening it to greet you.

"Hi, can I help you?" She asked as a smile graced her face.

She was stunning; copper skin like Paul's, dark brown, almost black, eyes that were sparkling with happiness, and jet black hair complemented by bangs. The right side of her face was scarred from where her hairline started to her jaw. Three jagged thick red lines, despite them being fully healed. You gulped once you realized it looked like scratch marks but you pushed the thought to the back of your mind.

"Sorry to bother, but is Paul in?" You asked and quickly decided to elaborate. "He said if I needed him, someone here would know where he was."

"You must be Y/N! Come in," She gasped and stepped back so she could usher you in. You walked in and gave her a soft smile. "Sit!"

The house was warm, much warmer than outside. You were wearing a grey long sleeve with Paul's black short sleeve on top and a pair of jeans. It would've been smart for you to bring a coat but you figured you were going to see Paul so you didn't need one.

You understood now why Paul thought of this as his second home. Besides the welcoming host, the house too was welcoming. You wanted to kick your shoes off and lay down for a nap after a huge meal or ling day at school. That was the vibe it gave you. You loved it. And if Paul loved it and he felt at home, then you loved it ten times more.

"I don't want to impose," You mumbled, already regretting your decision to come. Emily was nice and you were happy that she wasn't a grouch but despite her kindness and the homey feeling of the house, you still felt like an intruder. This wasn't the first time you were conflicted about how to feel about something pertaining to Paul.

"Nonsense! You're always welcome here. Now sit," She demanded softly, making you nod and listen. She offered food and drinks but you only asked for water to help calm your nerves. She poured you a glass before sitting at the table, in the seat directly across from you. "You're more beautiful than Paul described. I'm Emily, by the way. I already know so much about you, you're all Paul talks about."

"Oh, thank you," You said and let a small smile show on your face, the tenseness escaping for a second.

"Paul's out with Sam and Jared, helping out Embry. Embry's a friend of yours, right?"

"Yeah, he's like my little brother. How do you know the boys, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I don't mind at all! I'm engaged to Sam. He was the first to phase so he's been helping the other boys out. It's not a cult or... a gang like everyone thinks it is," Emily's smile turned into a frown at the end. "But they should be back any minute now.”

Her smile returned as you talked to her some more. She was someone that you never wanted to see upset. You never wanted to see anyone upset but you felt she was too unsullied to frown.

“Oh! Paul told me you enjoyed the spaghetti I made. Well, to be fair we both made it. He was really eager to learn how to make it,” She remembered up and you smiled at the memory of Paul nervously handing over the bowl.

“Yeah, the spaghetti was great. I was shocked he even brought some for me,” You nodded.

“Paul can be a real sweetheart when he wants to be,” She smiled and winked at you.

The screen door creaked open and three pairs of feet shuffled into the house. Your head snapped up, hoping to see Paul but you only saw Jared, Embry, and who you assumed was Sam, all shirtless. All three looked tired but Embry had bags under his eyes and looked beyond fatigued. While this wasn't much of an upgrade, he wasn't brooding anymore so you assumed he was gaining control over his shifting.

"Sam, Jared, this is Y/N," Emily introduced you two the two. "Y/N, this is Sam and Jared."

"I know Y/N; we've been going to the same schools since we were kids. I used to sneak her snacks from her lunch tray," Jared chuckled.

"Wow, so you were the asshole that was stealing my snacks? Figures," You scoffed playfully. "But it's nice to meet you, Sam."

"It's nice to finally meet the person Paul fills the mind link with," He smiled as his deep voice rang through the house, before leaning down to peck the top of Emily's head.

Sam was the biggest of the four boys in the pack. You didn't know if it was because he was four years older than them or if it was because he was the alpha. He was tall, 6'6", and had a tattoo like Paul and Jared that decorated his round and protruding muscles.

"Y/N, what're you doing here?" Embry questioned warily while shifting his eyes to look at Sam and Jared who were now seated at the wooden table.

"It's okay, Embry. She knows," Sam nodded, relieving Embry almost instantaneously.

"Oh good, I hated being away from you. And you're literally all Paul thinks about. Ya know, wolf telepathy. I thought you were obsessed with him. Tuh, have a peek into his mind," Embry rambled. Once he finished, he pulled out of your seat and into a hug.

"Um last time I checked, you guys were obsessed with him. Not me," You laughed and hugged him back.

"You done torturing him?" Jared teased immediately after biting into his banana that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. His words made you frown and bury your head into Embry's chest some more.

Despite phasing, gaining some muscle, and growing a little over Jacob's height, he was still your Embry. Long hair and tattoo-less but you weren't sure for how long. Emily was filling you in on all the small details about the wolves so you knew Embry would have to cut his hair short.

"Ignore him, Y/N. Paul should be coming in soon," Embry said and rubbed your back comfortingly.

"What about Paul?"

The voice made you shoot out of Embry's arms as the heat was settling throughout your body. It was your Paul and your body was happily reacting to being in the same space as him.

He walked around Embry and was ready to sit at the table when he spotted you, making his dark brown eyes gloss over in a mix of joy and admiration.

"Y/N!" He breathed out, still taken aback by your presence and the sight of you in another shirt of his.

Embry chuckled and moved by you to take your seat at the table.

"Hey," You whispered. You tried to look at the boy in front of you, but you only grew shy. "Can we talk?"

"Y-Yeah, of course," He nodded eagerly and held out a hand for you to take. You looked at it for a moment, hesitating, but you grabbed it and squeezed it tight. Now that he was in your grasp, you didn't want to let go. "We'll be back. Don't let Jared eat all the food, Sam," He said before walking out of the cozy house, taking you with him.

He led you into the trees, and it seemed like you're walking forever until you sat down on a log.

"Sorry we had to go so far, wolf hearing," He shrugged and kept his eyes on his fiddling hands that rested in his lap.

"And they know what you're thinking?" You curiously asked.

"I can... keep things to myself if I really wanted to. If I try really hard I can almost block out their thoughts as well; make them quiet," He tried to explain.

You just nodded and kept your eyes down, letting the silence surround you. It shouldn't be like this though. It shouldn't be awkward between you when before you couldn't stop talking to each other.

You felt your eyes fill with the predictable wetness, making you sigh, "it hurts to be away from you for too long. I literally can't breathe. I don't know if it's the imprint or separation anxiety but I need to be with you. The shirts aren't enough."

"Come here, Darling," He invited you, opening his arms for you to lean into which you happily obliged. "I just need you to understand: it's not only the imprint. You mean the world to me; spending all that time with you, you became my best friend. You're my everything. Even without the imprint, I'd feel the same way. The imprint doesn't make the relationship romantic. That was us."

You nodded and held him tightly as he pecked your head and rubbed your back gently.

"It's not just the imprint talking?"

"It's not just the imprint talking," He confirmed. "I choose you."

[AN: I was not expecting so many people to like the first part so it took me by complete surprise when I was being asked to make a part two !! also, I want to write more for this relationship, like blurbs because I think they’re so cute so let me know if that’s something you’re interested in. but thank you for all the love and support these past couple days, it means a lot. and my inbox is always always open if you need to talk, rant, laugh, or request anything. i'm so warm and fuzzy. k bye !]

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drkcnry67 · 2 years

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come back to me

title: come back to me

pairing: jared x reader

fluff: reincarnation au

tags: reincarnation, remembering your first death, remembering who killed you, getting justice for all the misery, finally getting your happy ending, mentions of virginity loss

rating: 18+ just to be safe

created for @spnfluffbingo @sweetness47

summery: nothing here folks.

the same dream again, you are standing with a guy in a room, behind a thin veil'd sheet, the guys face is blurred, not clear, but clear as day the knife, your love dead in your arms, you stabbed before words of unknown origin.

you kept track of them, writing down possible spelling of each word and keeping track of it. thinking it might be important, you headed to work, you ran your own bar. it was your dream, one you made reality with lots of hard work and lots of happy thoughts.

The night began normal and busy. You and your co worker/best friend/roommate Alona now beginning your routine jobs and chores. Keeping the bar running and the customers happy.

Alona: what would you say if I said I had a blind date for each of us for after shift tonight...

Yn: girl when are you gonna give up the crazy thought of us being happy with guys of our choosing.

Alona: cause girl that's not how this works. Now we are gonna be present plesent and confident tonight we are gonna be sexy and hot with 2 amazing guys!

You loved your best friend but sometimes she drove you up the wall. Now though it was gonna be a tiring night and you really wanted to sleep after work you knew Alona wouldn't let that happen.

Yn: fine what are we wearing.

Alona smiled devilishly like that look you get "when you packed something for someone else and totally changed up what they would normally wear" type of look.

Alona: now now that's the spirit. That's a very very good question. There is a bag with an outfit in it in your locker. Go to the back and change I'll change later. We still have an hour before they arrive. Now go and don't even think about skipping any part of the outfit...

You scoffed but slunk to the back room where you opened the locker and grabbed the plastic bag. The one thing that looked off in the locker the one bag that you knew wasn't yours.

You went into the washroom and stripped off the clothes you were wearing, you opened the bag and pulled out the outfit.

Yn: of course she picked this one, oh well if any night is gonna break this in, it might as well be tonight.

You pulled on the dress and just let it fall, sitting at your mid thigh, it was a silver/navy blue ombre sequin dress which looked amazing on you, then of course the shoes to match.

Your silver heels, course that's her choice. You spent a few moments looking in the mirror straightening out and adjusting further.

Yn: well I guess I can put on my other apron for the last 45 min of the shift. But if Alona tries to make me do more than a clip with my hair she is gonna get it.

You walked with your bag of now former clothes you had been wearing, back to the lockers where you threw it in and shut the door.

You walked back to the floor and saw Alona swamped, you started pouring drinks and serving the crowd. out of the corner of your eye 2 guys entering the bar were coming toward you and alona!

yn (to alona): is that them?

alona (to YN): yep, why dont you get them their drinks, the taller one is yours, he seemed really anxious to meet you.

yn (to alona): i am so nervous but you and i are gonna be happy no matter what, but ill do this and you better hope it works out girl.

you walk over to the corner where yours and alonas dates sat.

yn: what will ya boys have?

jensen: whiskey neat

jared caught your gaze while you were pouring the whiskey... alona came over with a bottle of your finest whiskey.

Jared: what do you recommend beautiful?

Yn: well I could mix ya up one of my fabulous cocktails... Ever tried the blue lagoon extreme?

Jared shakes his head and smiles diligently as he watches you put together the cocktail. Containing double shot of rum, blue Curacao, lemonade and a hint of blueberry vodka. Mixing it all together you hand it to him in a fancy glass.

Jared: Woah that was incredible. This looks and smells amazing.

Yn: thank you, wait till you try it your taste buds will begin to sing.

Jared: they already are singing, my Beautiful Lapis...

That name, it struck more cords with you. It is also what prompted you to speak this outloud.

Yn: well my handsome Iritis, you certainly know a good thing when you see it or at least drink it...

That's when you both stopped dead still, frozen, being taken to a seperate space out of time almost to a palace, like a mirage.

There you both watched figures resembling you both intertwined behind a silhouette curtain. Sunlight setting in the window view behind.

Jared (whispers to you): what is happening?

yn(whispers responce): i think thats us behind the sillhouette. omg, jared dont touch anything. this is a death echo. its us but its not now us...

jared(whispers responce): its past us... but how are we...

thats when it hits both of you like a full solid brick.

YN: the names when we called eachother those names it must have triggered this... but that would mean.

jared: this is the first time we died.. but whokilled us

yn: i dont know but maybe if we keep... omg iritis look

sneaking up with a knife in his hand was a man, through the curtain he plunged the knife into both of you. thats when the echo ended and both of you were back in the bar.

alona: girl, are you alright...

yn: ya im fine...

jared was approached by his best friend.

Jensen: dude what happened to you?

jared: man you wouldnt believe me if i told you. dont worry im fine... lets regroup with the girls.

jared and jensen regroup with you and alona as the rush ends and the closing sign gets flipped by alona.

alona: so what do we want to do tonight.

you and jared sit close you place your head into the crook of his neck... jared and you exchange a glance and decide its best if the 2 people you both trusted more than anything should know about what happened to you guys.

Jared: you both may want to sit down we have something to tell you...

You and Jared tell them what you both experienced before and it made their faces drop ... both of them composing their words before they speak.

Jensen: so thats why you both just stood their like statues for 10 minutes.

alona: thats horrific but who killed you?

jensen: thats what we need to find out. guys we will spend however long it takes helping you both figure out what happened to you guys. who you both were. theres gotta be something somewhere that can explain it.

alona: lets re group at our place where we have multiple computers we can use plus YN's vast library of history. dont worry we also have more alcohol. i have a feeling we will all be needing it.

you piped up with a sudden need to get up and pace round. its jared who is able to make you stop as his embrace engulfs you. You burst into panicked tears, the memories flooding both of you, it's like a huge rush of adrenaline.

Alona: now we need to go...

Jared: has she ever...

Alona just shakes her head as you and Jared walk out to the cab waiting outside. You get in resting you head on Jared's shoulder. Alona gets in beside you and Jensen gets in the front as Alona gives the cab driver the address to yours and her apartment.

Within 15 minutes the cab stopped. But you were too scared to move out of the cab, Jared extended his hand once he got out of the cab and once you were standing he craddled you in his arms.

Your adrenaline as well as his own were still extremely spiked but your body felt like it was being pounded by a bunch of bricks.

Jared hands tighten slightly to hold you steady, the elevator ride up to the 10th floor was smooth but the apartment entry was easy going.

Jared sat down on the couch placing you to sit in his lap as he kindly removed your shoes.

Jared: for the record Lapis, you look amazingly hot in that dress.

You smiled slightly...

Yn: and you look amazing in that shirt Iritis.

Jared: I suppose that we should.

But Jared didn't get to finish his words before laptops and books were brought out and placed on the surrounding tables.

Jensen: don't worry guys if there is a legend or information about who you guys were in the past, we will find it, just sit there and think. Try to remember more anything that would be able to help us.

you and jared were simply happy but there are nothing else to tell... For right then exhaustion tried to overtake you and Jared.

It succeeded, but while your friends watched your bodies and did research, you and Jared were mentally transported to another memory this time from before the moment you both died...

This was enough to snap you both out of it, this was enough to wake you both up... Sitting straight up you were on your phone with the airport trying to get a flight booked, while Jared went to find your passport and grab your purse.

Yn: alright so our flight leaves in 2 hours and we have to be at the airport in 30 minutes for security and check-in because it's an international flight...

That's when you both heard this spoken from behind you guys this causing you both to turn around.

Alona: excuse me what the hell just happened?

Jensen: what is this about a flight? where are you guys going?

You and Jared had to stop a moment and relax for neither of you remembered your best friends in the room.

Yn: we know what we need to do, as lapis I was a princess in my own right... Iritis was a guard, the one assigned to protect me... But it was more than that...

Jared: as I guarded the princess I fell for her... As she did for me... Her fathers advisor didn't like that for he wanted to marry the princess, but when he caught us in bed together, he took matters into his own hands and he basically said if he can't have her no one can...

Yn: it is imperative we find our original place of rest and get our full memory back to see who he would be in this new life... So we can stop him from killing us again.

Jared: we are going to Greece, specifically to the Idean Cave, on the Isle of Crete.

yn: we will arrive at the Heraklion airport N. Kazantzakis, from there we will i guess figure out how to get to the cave... it will be a new adventure... and unfortunately one we have to make alone.

jared and you just stare at jensen and alona who havent interuppted what you and jared have said... instead alona comes in close to you holding a backpack...

alona: well then we will hold down the fort and await your safe return home... also please take the greek books... i just packed them... i really truly hope you both figure out what happened to you both and who commited this horrible crime so they can be punished and discovered. now jensen and i will get us a cab... you guys come down when you are ready...

after she and jensen left you went to the bathroom and grabbed your emergency travel kit... with toothbrushes, multi pack un used and compartments with little baggies for shampoo and such... as well as your greek translation book. and your compass...

yn: alright that should be everything from here at least we can get the rest once we pass security or get to greece... iritis, are you sure about this? i mean we arent exactly in full awareness of what happened to us nor who we used to be yet...

jared puts down the backpack he is holding and comes over to you running his hands down your arms as he speaks gently.

jared: of course im sure about this my beautiful lapis and while we are there discovering the truth i will get you some new stuff, so we can officially start this relationship properly again.

yn: that would be amazing!! lets go before they come back up here looking for us...

jared: your right, we should go...

you and jared with all your bags and such make your way downstairs, getting into the cab your friends had hailed..

jensen: alright guys lets get you guys to the airport and thereby your destinies...

(*time skip: long story short, you and jared are brought to the airport, after a kinda sappy farewell between you jared and your best friends, you and jared go through the security check in process, then comes the waiting for your flight to be called. once it was called you and jared boarded the flight sitting with blankets and no armrest between the 2 of you. the flight though it was like 12 hours, you and jared slept most of the flight. it was calm and peaceful. once landing you both were wide awake and ready to collect the items you both might need for your journey ahead, find a vehicle or something and a place to shower and clean up. you both did find a little spot to rest your heads called the villa kerasia, to this moment we now take this story...*)

you and jared get out of the cab and take your bags into the villa and together get a room to stay in for the remainder of your stay however long it would take you both to find the truth.

but settling into the room, you kick off your shoes only to flop back onto the bed... a small sigh leaves your lips and reaches the ears of the love of your life...

jared comes up to you and smiles as he moves to sit behind you this placing your head in his lap, he begins to pet your hair...

jared: something on your mind beautiful...

yn: i am pretty sure that when we stepped out of the airport today i am pretty sure my brain clicked a familiar feeling of sorts like i'd been here before...

jared: are you sure it wasnt the feeling of freedom from our overbearing best friends and the feeling of being away from home, to be free...

yn: or the fact that we are finally alone...

that moment you sat up turned round to face jared, who pulled off his shirt and kissed you, undoing your dress, before your brain fully registered the fleet of passion you were in with this gorgeous man, he had lined himself up to you perfectly...

jared: mmmm, nice and wet... here i come baby... ready or not...

jared thrust himself into you, the moans, the kisses, the small gasps leaving both yours and his lips. the moments he bit your neck, kissed down your chest, or the moments where your finger nails dug into his back...

the next hours flew by, not a single sound to be heard... except the one that was a mix of you screaming and him groaning as you both orgasmed...

he lay there attached to you basically undone in every single way possible. thats when you while lay against his chest, made the sudden realization...

yn: we forgot to call alona and jensen letting them know we arrived safe...

jared: alright lets call and we will put them on speaker, but not a video call, i dont want to cover up just yet...

you dialed alona and put it on speak, resting against jared's form as the call connected...

alona: hello...

yn: hey girl...

alona: oh my god, i thought something happened to you guys...

yn: nope we are all good... what about you and jensen how are things over there...

thats when jensen's voice came through the phone..

jensen: well that remains to be seen... however yn i can see why you are known as the history/occult/myth buff... this collection of books and artifacts is incredible...

yn: thank you...

you said trying to stiffle a giggle as jared ran his fingers down your ticklish side...

alona: you guys arrived i take it?

jared: yep we are safe and sound... we are gonna see if we can rent a vehicle to make the journey to the cave a little easier... if we cant get the vehicle till tomorrow then we will figure something else out...

jensen: and did you guys see or find out anything yet?

you and jared went silent as you both had another vision of sorts... when you both snapped back to reality you both looked at eachother before you finally spoke.

yn: guys we will give you a call again in a bit, we just had another vision thing, it was a weird one it was like something or someone was calling us to go immediatley to the cave... we will give you a call when we get there.

yn: we love you both and will probably have quite the story to tell when we get home...

you hung up the call and looked at jared...

jared: alright fine you call the front desk to see if there are any transport services to get us to the cave.. ill call room service and see if they can bring us some outfits from the gift shop to wear... and if they will let us pay when they get here with it...

yn: ya i guess we should have thought this through a bit more...

jared: it was kinda spur of the moment we need to figure this out immediately thing... it was a good idea and im glad we did this, we finally got our alone time and i wouldnt trade this for the world...

yn: find us some robes to wear in the mean time... and see if they can bring me some shorts or something like that to wear...

jared: sure thing babe...

*time skip: long story short you went to fix your hair, jared called room service to get you both some clothes and to find something for you both to wear in the mean time... during that short period of time while jared was doing his part of the tasks, you called the front desk and had a lovely chat with the receptionist who said that they would have a 2 seat scooter ready for you and jared reserved under your room number. you and jared put on some housecoats that jared found labeled complementary... it was nicer than wrapping yourselves in a blanket or something. 10 minutes later room service arrived with some clothes for both of you... 5 different outfits for each of you... anyone else might have been more specific with the choices for outfits, but not you guys... and now we take you guys to the lobby of the hotel where with your bag full of books and your phones and portable chargers, this is where we head to now...*

yn: whew this is gonna be a sweet ride...

jared: your telling me my love. ill drive if you dont mind?

yn: as long as we are together nothing else matters cause we can conquer anything if we work together...

jared: lets prepare to ride...

the ride, was scenic, amazing, and romantic... then stopping just a little ways away... you urge jared to pull over just ahead, parking the scooter by a rock...

jared: its still a little bit of a walk to the cave, what makes you want to stop here...

yn: look iritis, on top of the hill...

jared looks to where you are pointing and stands with you in awe at the ruins which sit on top of the hillside.

jared: i wonder if that has something to do with our visions too...

yn: i guess there is only one way to find out, i wonder though if those ruins hold the rest of the key to our visions... if these visions lead us to this spot, this cave, and those ruins, we are probably in for a real mess of information....

jared: alright lets put the scooter in the foliage, and we will prepare to go into the cave...

pulling on your head lamps, and making sure the safety is good, so using a bungie you both were attached by beltloops, hand in hand you both enter the cave... feeling a strange sense of familiarity... like dejavu ...

the first little bit of the cave there wasnt really anything special but then you both saw it, something glimmering up ahead. you went up to it and suddenly the room changed... it was what looked to be a bed chamber... hidden behind a veil of some kind...

jared: why my darling lapris does this place feel familiar... like we have been here before...

yn: iritis my love i have no idea, it is one of those freaky situations that i too feel like this place was special to me somehow...

jared: this must be important to unlocking our memories somehow

yn: but there is nothing here to...

thats when your view caught eye of comething engraved on the pole of the canopy... you go over to it and use your paint brush to dust away the dirt and gasp at what you see...

yn: iritis my love come here and see this...

jared comes over to you and looks where you are pointing... he too gasps with shock as his eyes see the words carved into the wood....

jared: "Lapis loves Iritis always and forever"

yn: wait those are our names... but that must mean...

voice: so it is true... you both have returned...

you and jared jump at hearing that voice... but you and jared follow a ball of light that goes through a passage to a set of stairs which comes back out on top of the hill...

you and jared have that same feeling and start seeing what is known to most people as memory fragments... so ones where you dont blank out of reality, but ones that you see/experience when you are in a familiar place that has meaning to you...

thats when the light takes a bright person like form and speaks to you both again...

Delphi: peace be with you both... i am delphi the oracle of the isle... Iritis, Lapis you both are ere cause your memories of your first life have resurfaced, and you are gonna be the only ones to keep your full memories and to defeat those who seek to destroy you this time round as they always have done... and now you are the only versions of all your lives that will know their identies but before that can happen you both need to know that the hell happened that very tragic day... and in doing so this ill give you both the revelation you both came here seeking and now the events unfold before your eyes... now watch listen and observe, do not do anything to lead them on to the fact that you both are aware of their true identities until it's too late... And whatever you both do be on your guard the last thing you both need is them knowing your aware of them... Now witness your hours before your first death...

The following is what you both saw and heard:

-You and another girl speaking in the courtyard...

-the voice of the girl familiar but implacable... The conversation about some sort of visiting dignitaries...

-Jared and another man talking in the training yard, just get away from where you were... The stolen glances, the longing silent Stares

- you and the other girl have a few laughs before you were getting up and walking to the far corridors and heading to meet with your father who requested not even an hour before this moment to meet with you regarding your future or something like that. Thus you left your friend at the fountain

- Jared too left his friend at the training area, then a scene of the 2 friends at the fountain the following is what you and Jared heard:

-voice one: is everything ready?

voice two: yep, I've told her to take the risk and to make her move to listen to her heart.

voice one: well Natassa, i assume then that you are perfectly okay with your so called best friend and future queen dying...

Natassa: well Iakovos, i would say that is a definiate but what about you are you okay with your future king dying so you and i can rule in thier place...

iakovos: yes, yes i am... now shall we return to your room or mine for some afternoon fun...

natassa: doesnt matter to me, i chose last time, its your turn, take me as you always do, for soon you and i will rule the lands, not those halfwits we call friends...

-the events that perspired before your eyes led to the moment that you and jared were walking from opposite ends of the castle down into the lower chambers, where your so called friends followed shortly after.

-the events of your moment of sweet blissful passion behind a silohette canopey, the 2 people you both adored and trusted most sneaking silently into the room, the smiles on their faces as the blood flowed from yours and jareds lifeless bodies.

jared: alright so in this time presently who are they...

yn: yes and what do you recommend that we do to stop them.

delphi: well I am gonna help you both plot out a strategy so you both are protected from the tretchery which threatens your very lives even now...

well there it was... right in what was your old secret meet, you and your love developed a plan with Delphi to guide your decisions. the plan was written in your new journal that you had bought in the airport boutique...

you were not sure you trusted your best friend, so you and jared hid it in a secret compartment in Jared's bag that now was shrouded by magic.

it was another 5 days in greece before you and jared headed home to begin what hopefully would be the rest of your lives... the plan that was come up with was as follows:

step 1: come home and act as normal as possible. and dont share too much of what you both learned with those 2 people who saught to make you both believe them your best friends.

step 2: make sure to keep up appearances, that means go to work, show up for best friend shopping trips, or camping trips, or double dates, or come whatever may...

step 3: trick them a few months later into a return trip to greece, all 4 of you... where you both would show them the "ruins" that you both found in a article faked of course by a few people down in that part of greece who agreed to spread the news....

step 4: lure them into the trap that now awaits them which is where we now go to finish this story...

its now been 3 months since your first round to greece... the plan so far had worked.. now returning to greece, those who had stayed in touch with you and jared now playing along.

the entire trip to the ruins was pleasent you and jared played tour guide basically... showing them the upstairs part first, then leading them down into the lower part, the looks on their faces slowly but surely changing form.

jensen: what the hell is this place?

jared: this is where we first died... this is where we both in our hidden moment of passion were daggered, this is where our blood was first spilled, the night my sweet Lapis was set to be betrothed to someone else.

yn: the night my brave Iritis was also set to be betrothed to someone else. but we were rebellios we were both set to marry others, but we only wanted eachother... my father and his were not big on hearing what we wanted for ourselves. so we kept sneaking out after curfew, after training, after meetings, more like arguments with our fathers, the council meetings, the screaming, the arguing, the stupidity. our families never ever ever listende to us...

jared: our 2 best friends, one for me one for my love, they became our strongest allies, ouronfidantes, and supposedly they were strung into this resurrection curse with us...

while this conversation was taking place your supposed best friends were admiring the room, not paying attention to you or jared putting into place phase 2 of this trap...

alona: so you guys had a vision about this place? gotta admit this is the best secret place to get your sexy on...

but as you and jared finished setting up the devices that delphi had you both find in the rubble upstairs your supposed best friends were still admiring the room, the architecture how magnificent it was.

jensen: you guys have been awfully quiet are you guys ok?

thats when both jensen and alona turned to witness both you and jared fallen to the floor... within the lines of the devices... this would trp them, but when you and jared wake you both would be able to leave the circle, but jensen and alona would be trapped...

both jensen and alona now kneeling by yours and jareds sides taking root in the fact that your own besties, the people who you both took in as friends, as confidants, as those trusted to be there for you when you guys didnt have anyone else to being chummy with or to call family, since your actual families never actually cared for either of you...

it was 15 minutes later that you and jared woke and scrambled back out of the circle away from jensen and alona. both of whom looked shocked and a bit startled.

jensen: woah woah take it easy...

alona: what happened to you guys?

jared and you shared a look and turned back to face jensen and alona.

jared: we know who killed us... we just cant believe it....

you got off the ground and went over to the bowl on the alter, and lit it saying these words.

yn: hear me delphi oracle of the isle, guardian to my household, to me and the love of my life. we have need of your guidance... reveal to these 2 who think them our friends what they need to know now, be so unto them

in moments a flash of light shines around jensen and alona... both of them screaming and breathing heavily, after 5 minutes in the light delphi's voice echoes through the cavern...

delphi: reveal thy true intentions to iritis and lapis the rightful rulers of the isle of crete, reveal why you both betrayed their trust and reveal thy true names now if thee be awake...

both jensen and alona come out of the glow, still breathing heavily still bound in place, or so you and jared thought... for as soon as they came out of it, they both stepped out of the boundry, speaking to both you and jared as though they had done this before.

jensen: i am Iakovos, i was your best friend and confidante after your father basically began to treat you like a worthless piece of trash whose only use was to make alliances... i was told one day by your father that he planned to kill your father and adopt you into his family so you could be married off to one of the kingdoms who opposed him. but he knew your father wouldnt agree to it, so he was gonna have me do that for you...

jared now staring down his former best friend now knew something was about to go down he just hoped you were having better luck with your little chat than he was with his...

alona: i am Natassa, and i was your best friend, your confidante and your shoulder to cry on when your father announced your soon to be engagement. i was the one who convinced you that iritis was your best chance at a normal happy life. i was the one who told you to follow your heart, i was the one who sat there day after day braiding your hair and helping you pick out the perfect outfit for your rendevous with iritis... how naive that you didnt even know that i was conspiring against you with Iakovos, when we killed you guys a curse was placed on us that until justice is served we would all be reincarnated until the roles are reverse... i guess we didnt count on you guys figuring this out... nor the help of the oracle... nor you guys finding out who we are... that has never in our very long lives happened.

jensen: i guess now we are all caught up like old chums. now on to business, what was your plan hmm... lure us here, lie to us, fake your fainting, only to trap us in those devices. the fact that you guys thought we didnt catch on makes me wonder why you guys thought it prominent to set this entire charade...

yn: cause we didnt want to rouse you guys into thinking that we were going to do anything that wasnt ours to do... this time you guys die, this time its you guys that wont survive, this is our lives, and we intend to live it like we should... iritis begin the chant... ill hold these 2 in place...

you put your hands up making a barrier around jensen and alona... neither of whom knew you and jared were able to do magic...

yn: look at me both of you... let our faces be those that you both remember for the rest of your miserable existances. once we strip you both of your memories, and your identities we will give you both new ones and a fresh start be warned though should you both find out who you guys are like this version of you again, you will turn to dust. actually iritis my love is it too late to change the spell?

jared stopped what he was doing and comes over to you and smiles.

jard: what did you have in mind my lovely?

yn: how bout we turn them into statues... like medusa... speaking of which i know i kept it around here somewhere... love do you remember where i keep...

jared: its in the little green box... are you really gonna summon her?

yn: if we want to live our best lives together forever then we need to call on the help of a person who owes me any favors. just keep these 2 in place medusa wont hurt me or you but she will be able to save us many many more years of resurrection and find eachother drama... and allow us to live our best lives together.

long story short you went and summoned medusa, after some convincing you lead medusa out to the main room, having given her legs instead of a snake tail, it was easier for her to get through the doors in the cavern...

Medusa took over in the torture of yours and jareds former best friends/now enemies. medusa exchanged words with you and jared before sending you both on your merry ways.

medusa: i thank you mistress for my release. i owe you so much... and i shall ensure that their eternity is a painful one. i require one more thing mistress. the power to not only turn them to stone but to undo that which i am cursed to only do...

you go up to medusa and put a now charmed pendant around her neck... placing your hands to rest on her shoulders before looking her in the eyes to speak once more.

yn: then wear this, it has the power to if you will it to undo someone's stone transformation. and it goes well with this bracelet...

medusa watches you place the breacelet on her wrist as she begins to realize what you have just done...

medusa: but this is...

yn: yes, i pass the power of the kingdom to you as my proxy while i live my best life. i know you wont let me down and i trust that you will rebuild this place into somewhere that one day when jared and i are no longer wanting to live as mortals we can come and rule here silently over the people as once we were supposed to in our own way... today we are going to begin a new chapter... as we speak my power is using my thoughts to write a new charter which me you and jared all have to sign and then i pass the seal to you, and give you some direct contact to me and jared. today we will start our best lives.

medusa: does the bracelet do anything else?

yn: yes it makes you feel and act more human. it makes you almost normal. your gaze wont directly turn anyone to stone anymore. but your gaze will turn them to stone with your anger... as long as you rule with justice silence and no sternness or anger toward the people you will be an amazing ruler!

medusa now feeling the magic in the bracelet beginning to work, she embraces you in a long overdue hug. once she lets you go she uses her new found look to hypnotize jensen and alona...

they could still hear you guys so you and jared decided to leave them with one final thing...

yn: from this moment your fates are in the hands of medusa...

jared: when we leave we will forget you, we will never ever give you both a second thought ater this moment. whenever we return to this place we will be the ones to give your execution order and that will be the one thing that will stop medusa from fully destroying you guys. do not forget that one day, we will be back to finish you off.

yn: have fun medusa! torture them to your hearts content. we will leave a communication package for you in town... just present this piece of paper to collect the package.

with that you jared and medusa signed the charter... which you and jared did in a ribbon, leave it with the village nearby and you were on a plane going back home...

and the charter was as follows:

"my people of the Isle of Crete, this is the one decree you all have recieved since the ancient days. this message is a piece of nowledge that you all shall see our faces again. in time we will return to rule as your protectors from everything that goes bump in the night... till then we leave a proxy to stand in our stay... we are the one set of people who were fated a thousand years ago to rule both halves of the isle. this is not the worst of things we have had to do.. the worst is punishing the 2 people who we thought were our friends. when we make our grand return we will publicly execute those who saught to oppose us. till then our proxy is gonna rebuild our palace which stands on the hill where the fabled cave where zeus king of the olympians was said to be born. our proxy will protect you, your proxy will walk among you, you shall not know who it is, you shall not be able to be near the hill, any who do will meet a fate worse than death and that is for your protection as well as that of our proxy. thank you all for your prayers, offerings, and love. we hope that one day in the near yet distant future we will be able to meet and greet you all in person! with all our love and respect, with our highest honor. his royal majesty king Iritis, her royal majesty queen Lapis..."

alona and jensens things were gone through, boxed up and whatever you and jared didnt want to keep was donated to the donation center.

you and jared went to vegas for a vacation after moving to LA and you left the bar in the hands of your neighbours, graciously keeping the rights to the name so you could franchise into la and beyond.

yes your bar was placed one in all major cities throughout the states, and a few other spots... this is the one thing that you and jared have used to be your income...

living your best lives is what you all are meant to do... this is your destiny, this is your fate!

~thats all folks~

#spnfluffbingo2021 #reincarnation au #finally getting your happy ending

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deanisdarkness · 3 years

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But by presenting the role of Dean the way Jared and the writers have in this interview, haven't they accidentally made Dean the hero and the main character of the story? I mean, the first episode begins with Dean entering Sam's life and the show ends when Dean dies. In other words, no Dean, no hunting, no adventure, no story, no show.

Perhaps. But remember, your perception is influenced by Jensen and the way he plays Dean. The writers did all they can to destroy Dean over the years. They systematically dismantled Dean -- wrote him like a frigging sexless Suzy homemaker slash shipper bait over last few years. I mean, remember that purple gown they put Dean in one of season 15 episodes? Jensen actually said he felt like "what I am doing with my life" while doing that scene. In a show where teenge girls are now super-hunters, Dean Winchester was made to do housework and caretaking and useless crying. They took away the qualities that made Dean a hero and did their best to put Dean in perpetual, pointless misery.

According to these writers Dean is responsible for everything that ever went wrong in Sam's life. He's the weight that holds Sam down from achieving his full potential. And hunting is presented as a bad thing in later years, so Sam going back to normal life post Dean is supposed to be a good thing, even though it never comes across as such onscreen.

The writers did portray Dean as a loser, as someone who's inferior not only to Sam but to Cas and to other characters (remember John never broke in hell but Dean did etc etc). You and I and many others see Dean as the hero, as the main character in spite of the writing, not because of the writing. All thanks to Jensen and his charm and his acting skills that bring Dean Winchester to life.

#dean winchester #anon asks

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roninhunt0987 · 3 years

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M.E.G.A Chronicles 3 Special: Suzuki unwell

By: Roninhunt0987

this is another special not just for ya'll to read but this is also a get well soon fic for Nekorockstarninja as she has told me earlier today that she was not feeling so I taken the liberty to make a get well soon gift for Nekorockstarninja so yea

X3 enjoy the Hilarity folks

-Kato/Prower residence-

Suzuki: -training extra hard and barely got any rest as she is unaware she is not feeling well-

Jared: -walks in with Leo-

Leo: Sis you been training all day come back inside

Suzuki: o-okay just- -wobbles a lil as she walks and starts to fall over- Jared: -reacts quickly and catches her and feels a bit of heat come from her and feels her head- Suzuki how long were ya in this state

Suzuki: I dunno.... I dunno really....

Raph: -realizes that his cold got onto Suzuki when he was getting better last week- oh shell... oh man... did i-

Leo: -looks to Raph- Raph Raph: I... I

Jared: Raph... its okay... alright ya didn't know

Raph: -breathes in and counts to 5 and the breathes out counts to 5 again- okay just get her inside

-later inside- Suzuki: -wet rag on her forehead as she wakes up from passing out- uggh did I pass out

Raph: uhhh....you did but- eh heh I may of given ya my cold.... ^^; my bad

Suzuki: .w.;;;; Raph.... I am so gonna hurt you when I get better

Jared: Suzuki he didn't know okay so go easy on him

Suzuki: okay... sorry raph

Raph: its fine okay just uhh.... Jared: .w. and guess who is gonna nurse her back to health while were helping

Raph: O_o ya kidding me

Jared: ^^; ya message from ya dad Master Splinter.... heh... .w.

Raph: darn it... ugh okay okay sigh... -in his mind: well raph just bite the bullet and deal with it....-

-moments later-

Raph: -trying to make chicken soup but starts get a lil frustrated- Kimiko: Raph... is everything okay Raph: -smiles widely- yes everything is fine

Kimiko: ^^; raph then why is ya hands shaking

Raph: sigh.... you're good at making chicken soup right?? can you... teach me

Kimiko: =3 I can help yes

Merrick: -walks in- hey Heard Suzuki got sick is everything alright?? Raph: I passed my cold into her while she and I had an argument and I feel like a moron doing that

Merrick: ahh yea Mikey mentioned you were a drama queen when you were sick to the bone

Raph: .w. how?? Merrick: .w. he told me he recorded it all on camera while you couldn't do anything

Raph: MIKEY!! Mikey: O_o whoops gotta go -runs outside-

Raph: -chases him-

Kimiko: ^^; eh heh

-moments later- Raph: -got the ingrediants for the soup correctly with kimiko helping-

Leo: -patching mikey up- .,w. well donnie did warn ya of raph were to find out ya recorded him being miserable you gonna get hurt

Donnie: I did yes... .w. so what did we learn

Mikey: -groans- never record anyone sick and miserable

Donnie: .w. exactly

Merrick: -anime sweatdrop- sigh

Suzuki: .w. and you better not record my misery mikey cuz ya know I hit harder than raph right

Mikey: O_o yes I know

-2 hours later-

Suzuki: -eating the soup- ^^ Raph: -sighs in relief thanks to kimiko teaching him- hey... about that argument we had the other day when I was sick.... ya sorry I wasn't paying attention at my condition and I got ya sick

Suzuki: its alright Raph

Raph: right uhm just relax and rest okay

Suzuki: alright then

-later that night-

Raph: -looks over to her to make sure she's okay and such-

Merrick: -walks on over- Raph Raph: hu?? oh hey uh... whats up??

Merrick: shouldn't ya be asleep -notices- ahhh I see... you been making sure she's alright

Raph: ya.... pendence from... okay ya notice why suzuki have her hair covered on her eye...

Merrick: its because when both of you were kids ya blinded one of her eyes...

Raph: how did you-

Merrick: Suzuki told me a year ago... she told me if ya brought up that incident well she did tell you were gonna bring it up

Raph: sigh yea... I had the feeling... I was a huge hot head back when I was a kid... and since that incident I been keeping it to myself for a while now... specially the hell we been through as we got older,,, like when Suzuki got married to Appalo.... and when she had her kids and me being the tough uncle.... sigh the thing is we all have our own regrets.... do ya have any regrets??? Merrick: as a matter of fact.... I do... when eggman was still around as I got older I wanted revenge on eggman for what he did to me when I was 6... yet so many times in times I wanted to kill but my instincts said no and let him live... because I knew that someone called first dibs... that would be the ex-stealth assassin now head bounty hunter razor the hedgefox.... he rescued my twin brother from getting robotized well during the op of it anyways because he was working with the first sniper bridgade squadreon.... Seraph the ex-medic now doctor of all hospitals was part of that op... I thank them all for it.... but at the end when eggman been killed I was at peace... so yea..

Raph: whys that on the part of not killing eggman?? Merrick: tribal instincts thats why I was born tribal got me wondering if ya gonna notice the tribal tattoos on me so yea

Raph: I see...

Merrick: well on the bright side she should be a lot better by morning... my grandma's special herbs works wonders ya know... so don't worry and get some rest okay

Raph: alright then

-next day-

Suzuki: -yawns as she gets up from the couch as she is a lot better and walks to the kitchen-

Raph: -reading a news paper-

Suzuki: -walks on in-

Leo: morning sis

Donnie: -has coffee and notices as he has the look of shock on his face anime style- O_O Mikey and Leo: O_O Raph: .w. what ever heard of bed hair befo- -looks and has the same look- O_O

Merrick and Jared: what the-

Suzuki: what?? Raph: O_O uhm.... may wanna look at a mirror or something

Suzuki: thats silly why do I need to look into the mir- -looks at the reflection of the fridge- O_o ror....

-outside the house-

Birds: -flying around and etc-

Suzuki: -screams from inside the house- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Birds: -flies off in the panic-

Suzuki: WHO THE F**K DID THIS!!! WHO DREW ON MY FACE!!!!!

SP Vector: -sneaking off as he was snooping around-

Raph: .w. gee maybe perhaps a certain blockheaded version of Vector from Sonic Paradox of that dang video he starred in ring any bells

Suzuki: -angry anime face while random anime flames in the room is shown anime style- SP VECTOR YOU SON OF A-

SP Vector: O_O OH NO!!! -outside the house- House: -starts shaking around anime style of someone getting beaten up-

SP Vector: -from inside the house- AHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Suzuki: -beating SP Vector up and etc- ARRRRGH!!!! -moments later-

SP Vector: -in a full body cast-

Appalo: =w= sigh you're an imbecile... geeze.. -walks off-

SP Vector: .w. I hate mondays

Donnie: -watching some tv shows- .w. uhh dude its tuesday

SP Vector: WHATEVER!! Scene: -does a small fart noise blacking out-

TFS Nappa: .w. the end

-XD END XD-

-Get well soon Nekorockstarninja-

-RH0987 PRODUCTIONS 2021-

@otakuneko-lotus

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youralternantpersonality · 4 years

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Enduring Love

Paul x Reader: Enduring Love

Part 1: Eternal Love

Part 2: Everlasting Love

Part 3: Endless Love

Part 4: Enduring Love

***

Your POV

It’s getting hotter and hotter by the second. I don’t know if I can handle this any longer. At some point, I realized that I am currently naked running on the steaming hot ground looking for a point that is cool enough for me to rest. Or at least a way out of this misery. Trees are falling and fires are consuming the forest. I gave up on trying to find a way out. It was no use, I’m stuck. All I can do is find a way around this hell.

I keep running until I see it. The big tree. The center of the forest that has been my safe place the whole time I have been here. Looking at it, it seems like the only normal place here. Where I don’t have to struggle; somewhere comfortable until everything calms down.

I reach my tree and I can rest, but only for a minute. Out of nowhere, I could feel the roots of the tree become warmer and hotter than the rest of the forest. I figure, my last hope is to climb. I have no way out or around this place. There’s no exit, no Snout, and I am alone. I cry and plead for help as I climb up this tree with what little strength I have. When I get to the top, I can see the forest, and all I saw was red and orange flames. Smoke consuming everything, and no possible way out. It was in my last seconds I remember what the beautiful lady told me.

“…you’ll be given two choices soon. Make sure you choose the right one. Your life depends on it.”

“Your life will depend on it…”

I can easily assume that she is talking about this situation. And honestly, all I want is the pain to stop. I’m too tired to fight, but too scared to stop. As the fire gets closer and closer to me, the branch holding me starts to break. I climb to the highest point and make my decision.

Paul’s POV

It’s been two and a half days already. I want this to end now! Edward was supposed to be able to read her, but apparently, he can’t. She’s still breathing, her eyes are involuntarily moving around, but there’s no active response in her. Not a damn thing. As the hours go on, I am eventually put in my place on what happened a few days ago that put us in this position. That put the love of my life in her position.

The evening of the Accident: August 24th

Y/n, Emily, Kim, and Clair were all in the kitchen making dinner while the guys and I were in the living room playing on the PS5. I had got up to go to the bathroom and on my way back I saw Y/n/n phone light up to see, no other than, Alice Cullen calling her. What the hell would that leech be calling Y/n/n for? And why does she have her number saved? I grab the phone and before I can answer I hear Y/n come up behind me.

“Hey babe!” she runs up to me. As soon as she sees my face she stops and her smile drops. “Babe? Are you ok?”

“Why is that leech calling you?” the house goes quiet. She looks to her phone just as the call ends, rolls her eyes, and nonchalantly says,

“It’s just Alice. I ran into her and Bella at the mall to pick out some last-minute gifts for the baby shower.”

“But why do you have her number saved! What are you? Buddy-buddy with them now?!” she tilts her head to the side, squints her eyes, her nose flairs, and heat radiates from her.

“And if I am?” she states calmly. “not once did they ever hurt nor touch me. And if I don’t fucking recall, they don’t feed off humans.”

“One snap and you could have been dead!”

“And that doesn’t apply to you too?! Seriously Paul! Alice helped me pick out some great stuff for Em and Sam’s baby shower, Christmas presents, oh, and your birthday! What evil person does that! Cause last time I checked, you guys sure love that PS5 Alice saw come out and hinted to me for us to preorder it for you guys!? Should I take that back and get the money back? Because I’ll easily do it.”

“No... Ouch! Jared.”

“Shut up Quil!”

“THEY COULD STILL HURT YOU! I don’t want you talking to them again!”

“Hell no! Last time I checked, I don’t have to ask you who I should or shouldn’t be friends with! I can make my judgment!”

“See, this is why I wish I would have never imprinted, especially on someone like you! Why can’t you just listen?!” I say. In that second, you can hear a pin drop. The words flew out before I could stop them. Usually, I have control over what I say in our argument, but this time, I couldn’t.

“Wow…Bet.” Y/n said. Fuck. I groan and follow her outside.

“Paul!” Sam calls out to me

“It’s fine Sam, the truth comes out one way or another. Snout, let’s go, baby!” Y/n walks out the front door and towards her car. I reach out to grab her hand that was holding Snout’s leash. It slips and Snout runs towards and into the woods across the street. Y/n runs after Snout, and everything goes in slow motion. Not paying attention to the truck coming, her body slammed by a truck speeding by and she instantly hit and crack her skull on the asphalt. I run to her hold her in my arms until the ambulance comes as her life slips away. And that when my life came to a stop. All I hear is sirens from a distance and the feeling of warm thick liquid dripping onto my skin and clothes.

EMT’s come and try to take her from my arms, but I resist until Sam and Jared make me let go. I watch as they strap the love of my life to the gurney and put her inside of the truck.

“Shit,” Brady said. I look over and see Snout, dead, next to the truck's tire. His leash got caught against something and dragged him, snapping his neck. I can’t help but lose it at that point. Before I’m aware of doing so, I try to run, but I’m stopped by Embry. The cops want to talk to me and ask what happened. Somehow, I was able to answer some of the questions, but I could feel myself breaking down as I tell them what happened.

Thus, leading us up to here.

Present-day: September 2nd

I could hear it—the final heartbeats. Carlisle and Edward rushed in as we listened to the final intake of breath and the thumping of her heart. After the last one, we’ll know which path she decided to take.

Thump-thump

…Flatline….

My Love

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spnsmile · 4 years

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[Hello! I understand this can be upsetting to some so tags are on: RPF, ENGINE FAILURE, ANGST, EMOTIONALLY HURT/ COMFORT/ FLUFF] work of fiction BUT FLUFF/ KISSES

Response to @cocklesdestielfiction prompt BOTTLE (Cockles, a 5K story)

“The right engine exploded… like… BOOM!”

— Richard Speight Jr. (VegasCon 2020)

********

“Where’s Misha?” says Jensen above the steady hum of the plane’s engine blending with sounds of shuffling bags, pitter-patters, and clinking glasses but Misha can always hear him perfect pitch or not.

“Here.” he heaved himself from the end of the aisle after unloading his personal bag with the other smaller luggage. He can hear Cliff talking to the attendant by the coach but he’s just too tired to say hello.

“Hey, Cliff.”

Misha’s eyebrows rake up and unfortunately for him that’s all he can muster with his limp. There’s a blunt grunt from the security papa bear.

“Nappy time for you, Misha. You look shit.”

“Thanks.” he grimaces. After ten hours on set (and that’s without Jared), he’s just too exhausted. Stalking to the cabin seats, Misha joined the others with bleary eyes.

He catches glinting green whose cherry lips begin to form into a wild smile. There has to be some rule about instant rejuvenation just from receiving that dose from such a nice face.

Richard beats them both in whatever shit they were about to say.

“Service is slowing, Misha. Your customer’s been addressing his complaints to the not-so-proper authorities.”Misha sniggers.

“Who’s proper here, do tell.”

“Jensen’s not being proper at adulting.” Alex supplies staring out at the green primo uomo Misha’s been ignoring. The whine comes. It’s like a sweet tickle on his ears. Petulant and cheeky growly voice—signs Misha learned—since his first day—never to encourage.

“Misha! Mish! One more call you’re gonna deliver a bar.”

He turns.

“Been callin you out.”

“You do that to spite me, fucker.” Misha drawls, walking to Jensen and holding out another bottled water that has to be his 8th. “Here. Don’t believe the media when they tell you the world will never run out of water. Maison says the water sprites will invoke the right to strike just on principle.”

“Sweet faerie. But I believe you. You just hoarded eight hundred Aquafina.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

If Jensen wasn’t giggling so dorkily at him, he would have snatched the bottle and cursed him for the reminder. But Misha couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corner of lips. Even Rich and Alex hark laughter at the meaning.

Cause Misha Collins just had a truck of bottled water delivered on set that’s still causing stomach hurts from the cast. Recently, Jensen had taken up the habit of ‘mentioning Misha ’on set as a result of that one interview involving some intense heart eyes and delivery of drinks caught on camera. Nothing to deny there, relationships over ten years tend to turn if not bitter-sweet memories, then the opposite tooth-rotting.

This takes the cake. Everyone began doing the same.

Of course, Misha— pleased by the attention and a new game to distract himself from the already distracting Jensen, returned all summons. Misha who was never one to do things halfway and pledged on delivering all sorts of drinks every Jensen pings his name—except apple juice, jesus.

But it’s one of those feats that usually get out of control in Supernatural so by the end of the first week, everyone’s just going ‘Misha.’ He liked that a lot. Also, like the truckload of bottled water delivered on set much to their amusement.

When Vicky saw the number on their credit card receipt, she didn’t even raise an eyebrow. Oh, but he wanted to tell her anyway.

All fun aside, Misha’s particularly grumpy now for another reason. Sleep-deprived and emotionally drained after pouring everything on that last take, he’s now headed to Vegascon with this little group. It was nice Jared arranged his private plane to take them. The pretty convenient thing when a pandemic is out there.

Jensen looks tired too, dark lines under the eyes, lips dry— thus the water bottle Misha’s been carrying around— but how the fuck he managed to radiate with teenage energy even when it’s already late will forever evade Misha who wants to snuggle beside him but instead just looks him straight in the eyes.

“Fuck you,” he mouths, backing to his empty chair.

“Do it.” Jensen teases him and Misha will not appreciate that radiance of beauty pulling him in.

“Can’t, there’s our kid here. Don’t wanna make it awkward.”

Alex shakes his head. “Nope. I think I’ve seen the worst of it.”

“That’s what you think.” Misha chuckles.

“Buckle up, Mishano, signals on.” Richard turns his back from the window facing Jensen with red-light flashing above their heads. “Let’s save the Cockles once we’re in Vegas, kay guys? Innocent guy trying to avoid diabetes so save the Cockles.”

“Save the Cockles.” Alex fumbles inside his jacket to fix his earphones.

Misha and Jensen roll eyes at each other and Misha returns to his spot. Jensen is directly on his line of sight so it’s quite easy to check out on him, maybe snap adorable photos and stack it on his 100 terabyte collection he can post someday when he’s 90.

Taking his phone out after securing his belt, he hears the pilot give instructions as the plane begins to move. Soon, he’s immersing himself with replies on tweets and messages on his number using his extra handphone. Zoning out wasn’t difficult, especially when trying to block out the funny feeling of the engine preparing to take off. They’re all used to it by now.

A few minutes later, they all feel the usual sensation of slowing down bodily before the plane thrusts forward— Misha closes his eyes, hands clasping his chair until they feel the plane level after the accent. When he opens his eyes, he hears everyone including him take a deep breath. There are exchanges of words but he is already glued to his phone answering messages sleepily. He’s so tired he can sleep forever. His eyes begin to droop and he sighs in content, finally able to rest even for just minutes.

Till there’s a gentle nudge on his leg.

He ignores it.

Another kick.

No.

“Mish.” Kick again.

Misha grimaces. Such long reach for bowlegs…

“Misha, I swear—”

“Social distance, Jen?” he opens his eyes, obviously grumpy.

“A truckload of beer from Poland sounds nice, I’d prefer that.” Jensen wags the water bottle with mischievous dimples showing off on the corner of his cheek. Misha frowns and shuts his eyes again. Good god for distractions. Good god for soft manly middlemen with so much energy…

“Mish…”

Ignore him.

“Mish!”

Imagine if Jared’s around…

“Hey, Misha, Poland beer really—”

Misha’s eyes flutter open.

“No, honey, I will not argue with you about Polish ‘Alkohole,’ it’s not even articulated the same.” Misha throws a grumpy look over notorious green-eyed lynx whose chuckling over his misery, “You’re gonna fuck with me again and I’ll have another story in my head I am unable to tell a soul as its rightfully not for children, sorry, Alex.”

Ball on Alex’ court, he blinks from Jensen to Misha quietly then shakes his head.

“I am legally an adult.” He obviously could hear them from his pods. Misha raises a finger.

“Correction, the show says you’re 3. All fanfiction does.”

“I’m married.” Alex injects in amusement.

“Fanfiction says Misha and I are married.” comes from Rich’s corner.

At this Misha sits up, preparing his list of things why Misha-will-never-be-married-to-Richard-Speight-Who-Got-a-Rob impromptu—

“I’m married.” Alex retorts but Richard and Misha are bickering over the type of marriage to hear him.

“You both can say whatever the hell you want, Cockles will top.”

Sometimes Jensen just can’t bridle it. Sending Misha his heart eyes flirtatiously, he stops the argument with a wink. Misha giggles with all tiredness gone, replying to Alex about marriage while Rich says something about Jibcon to Jensen when things begin to go wrong.

Misha did not see it happen. He was busy looking over Jensen, admiring the bravado and confidence about the newly found comfort over their relationship (and their characters) when a loud bang from his right splits the air, followed by crashing sounds of that thing that Misha dreads, one of the worst sounds he never wants to hear in his life.

But that’s only just the beginning.

The first explosion rocked the plane violently forward, then topples without warning to their right. It throws them off with seatbelts tightening—making them grab around the seats, stomach in their throat as they keep their steady hold.

Misha looks outside to the cloud of smoke and crashing debris, his mind tuning only to the present and hears himself as well as Jensen and Richard cursing with jesuschrists. Misha doesn’t know. He was never a steadfast believer but for this one, he’s already calling out god.

The show’s influence is deeper than he thought. He thinks of all the near-death experiences he’s had but it’s nothing compared to this one. For one, he can only look at Jensen and the feeling sinks in the hollowness of his guts.

This is worse, much worse than the drop tower ride or any gyro drop his children always admired him for riding. No. Here the safety belts that kicked in didn't secure anything from the loud crashing sounds that pierced their ears, the shrill sound of the engine roaring like as it beat fragments unto the air leaving maybe nothing of its parts. How many engines are exploding?

Misha doesn’t close his eyes. He tries to deny the possibility that this is where him, Jensen— Alex, god Alex just got married! He’s so much more ahead of his life— and Rich just might finally find their end. An irony of life where the show that’s keeping their lives together now also on the way to its end. A kind of twist in reality that’s been shown by many, if not more famous names ahead of himself but Misha tries not to think about them. He tries not to think about the same profession that killed them. He can’t afford it, oh god his children…

He realized he didn’t even kiss West goodbye the morning he left. How he left the unkempt dish on the sink in a hurry. How he didn’t check Maison’s daily log of mischief she does while he’s away.

Now he may not return.

He closes his eyes as the plane shudders violently again. Please...

He calls Castiel’s name too, the back of his mind telling him they're dying. A more humorous, sadistic side of himself adding Dean is here, and that angel of Thursday isn’t going to let his husband die. They shouldn’t. He and Castiel shouldn’t.

But he’s no Castiel. He’s only Misha.

If anyone asked him how he felt when the plane steadies itself as the pilots pull for control, Misha is not sure anyone would believe him. For the briefest second, he feels this tug at the back of his mind telling him it will be alright and the remarkable part is, Misha believed it. Fucking believe the whisper.

That’s when everything settles down.

Misha quickly looks around at Jense, Rich, and Alex. All of them are pale and he knows he doesn’t look any better. He wants to throw up but the uncertainty of the flight kept him guarded, his grip on the armchair not loosening.

“You guys alright?” Jensen’s voice much deeper than Misha remembers barely managed a nod.

Alex is looking at the floor with concentration where laptops, neck pillows, cups, and stuff are all scattered on the ground. Richard looks as if he’s going to throw up the way he’s holding his stomach. Jensen is staring outside the right window while Misha tells himself to breathe.

“Are you alright?” comes Cliff’s low voice from behind Misha sounding obviously shaken too but still steady. Misha didn’t have time to collect himself. Not that he’s stupid, his body just doesn’t get it, but he quickly pulls his phone and begins texting Vicky and the children.

“What the hell happened?” Richard turns his head over the cockpit when the rumbling dies down.

“Right engine exploded.” Jensen is already unbuckling himself from his chair and casting everyone a look. “You all good? Mish? Cliff?” He doesn’t wait for answers. He shoots off to the cockpit and stops just by the door looking uncertain.

“Hey, uh… do we have a situation?” Nobody spoke while he was gone so it's easy to hear the response of the pilots ahead.

“We most certainly do. Get in your seat. Put on your seat belt. We’re doing emergency procedures.”

Calm. Collected. Professional. That’s all Misha had to hear. It doesn’t seem like he’s alone. Everyone else breathes in relief as they all watch Jensen amble back to his seat, nodding.

“Okay, you certainly have my attention, sir.”

He buckles up and lifts his chin. The look on their faces must’ve triggered Jensen to clap his hands together. “Hey, buckle up! Cliff, sit down. Rich, breathe, kay? It’s gonna be fine. It’s only one engine, guys, c’mon. This thing flies on three! You think Jared had anyone else to listen to about private jet education? We’re gonna be fine.”

Then like heaven-sent, the pilot begins giving them reports of the situation from the paging in a very clear and commanding voice. He tells them the right engine exploded which requires them to make a trip back to the nearest airport in Vancouver. That’s all he gives and a promise of an update as he wished everybody to stay calm and follow the protocol for emergency procedures.

“Hear that?” Jensen clears his throat, his hands clasping. Misha receives the full impact of the meaningful green eyes. The plane steadies itself with hum in the air. A full minute pass and the airplane did not drop.

“Fuck.”

Misha forces himself to relax as he drops his head back on his chair. He can’t feel his body. His hands are still trembling when he smacks it on his cold face. “Fuck!” He can’t seem to say anything other than that.

“Fuck, indeed.” Richard agrees, grabbing his phone, “Good thing I got my pods on, that sound coulda destroyed my ears.” he begins typing on his phone immediately. Alex begins a speed typing contest while Misha receives Vicky's reply after his first message.

‘Kids are mine, right?’

‘Because I cannot make them alone. What’s wrong?’- V

Misha goes on about the engine and the exchange of mail becomes rampant. When about twenty minutes pass with a few throws of questions around, Misha looks up when he hears the blubbing sound of whiskey. Jensen is pouring

“I’m gonna be drinking that scotch when I get back home,” he’s saying as he hands the glasses each to Richard, Alex and finally to Misha who shakes his head, putting the glass on the holder. Jensen takes the armchair beside him to which Misha is glad, especially when Jensen wounds his arm around his shoulder.

“We’re fine, Mish, stop shaking.” Jensen drops the side of his cheeks on Misha’s raven hair.

“I’m not,” Misha says shakily, wrapping his arms around Jensen’s torso and just pulling him into a tight hug. “Fuck!”

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A (not really) Ode to bucklemming

Last bucklemming episode, and you guys, it was just such a classic example of their stale mediocrity. And yet, at the end of this post, I found myself bizarrely happy with how the episode turned out.

This is the second time I’ve watched it, and while I was planning to just liveblog my thoughts, I realized quickly that would not work, because most of the episode is boring and miserable, (especially the first third or so) and that makes for boring and miserable note-taking. I think I said in a tag of a different post that Dabb assigning this one to bucklemming is just further proof that he hasn’t cared about plot at all this season, and honestly, I don’t know there’s much they COULD have done to make this plot entertaining. Chuck even says at one point that it ... isn’t entertaining.*

The first third or so is basically Sam, Dean, and Jack being miserable with nothing around them break that misery up (except, briefly, a dog). And that makes for a miserable viewing experience. Here are a handful of notes I took that give you the gist:

- Chuck standing there talking about how loneliness and no-people is “deep” and a “page-turner” is such a gratifying little critique of shitty writers who like their gritty stories about permanently miserable protagonists. Like dude, you know there’s a reason nobody rereads “The Road,” right? - Dean slurring his words because he’s hungover is the first time anything interesting has happened with the dialogue in this whole episode. - Rob Benedict is the only one who gets to inflect his dialogue this episode. I do think his acting in that last scene is great, where he’s screaming, “Guys, wait!” as they drive off. It’s not a terrible ending scene.

So there’s that. Now here are my notes not-related to how stale and boring everything is:

Beginning: -The shots of Kyoto and New York City remind me of all the shots in NYT and other major newspapers after COVID shut everything down last spring (except in this case all the traffic would still be in New York, just no people). - “I couldn’t save anybody.” Poor Sam. (must push down feelings about Sam’s leadership arc and how it always seems to end with people dying, ugh, repress, repress!) - Also, I wanted to see a shot of a sink running and one of them turning it off. Just a random thing.

Archangel stuff: - I guess it makes sense to lose Adam if you’re going to kill Michael at the end, but goddamn if Michael isn’t a way more boring character without him. - Ah, Lucifer, a.k.a bucklemming’s attempt at comic relief. I’m starting to miss the boring dialogue. - Ooh, awesome, the only female character in the episode shows up bound and gagged and immediately murdered so she can be used and then murdered again. (Also, the first time I watched this scene, I was sure she wouldn’t wake up and was gearing up to laugh at Lucifer for sucking.) - Jensen stays as far away from her as he can when he unties her, I’m sure that actress appreciates him trying not to give her COVID. Course then she immediately ruins it by head-butting him, which is NOT practicing social distancing. - Many have commented on whether Lucifer can actually kill Death by snapping his fingers. We don’t know, but the Scythe WAS right there, and if Dean can kill Death with it (twice), I’m sure Lucifer can. - On the other hand, it IS established lore that God doesn’t have power in the Empty. Presumably he could negotiate with it like Death, and possibly he just took advantage of the loud chaos of Jack exploding, Death dying, the Empty apparently being super pissed, etc. to sneak in and make off with Lucifer. - Also WHY DO ALL THE ARCHANGEL FIGHTS IN THIS SHOW SUCK ASS???? - “I haven’t been in a battle like that in several centuries,” Michael says, as if he just fought the Battle of the Blackwater in Game of Thrones, and not what appeared to be the archangel equivalent of Mario Kart.

And climax/last scene: - But the best moment of the episode is when they GET BACK UP BLOODY AND HOLDING ONTO EACH OTHER AND ABSOLUTELY BEAMING BECAUSE THEIR LITTLE BOY IS ABOUT TO BECOME GOD. - Also, I like the music in this scene. And it seems like it’s the same place they used to film the end of Season 12/beginning of Season 13, which was probably peak Dabb era, ngl. (Jensen as Michael was also great.) - I also like that Jack and Chuck are both wearing light jackets, but Jack’s is a leeeeeetle whiter. - Chuck looking at the blank book is that moment in every writer’s life, when they’re like, “NOOOOOO, the computer DELETED EVERYTHING I WROTE.” - “Dean Winchester, the ultimate killer” You guys, 10 is Chuck’s favorite season. - Of course it is sweet that Cas’s last words seem to have had an effect on Dean, how he goes from “That’s (killing) all I know how to do” to “That’s not who I am.” I’m far from the first person to point that out though. - What happened to Amara is THE WORST. - Also, I am annoyed that Jack isn’t going home with them, because I really wanted him to be God, and a hands-off one, but I also wanted him to drive the Impala and solve crimes, ya know? - Jared at least seems to understand that this ending is upsetting, because Sam has tears in his eyes, whereas Dean is just kind of like, “ah, he’s leaving.” Which is fine because DEAN AND JACK ARE NOT AS CLOSE AS SAM AND JACK, fight me. - Him disappearing into light is stupid, though. - At least Dean and Sam get to sit close to each other at the end. I wonder if that was the first scene shot after they got out of quarantine. - WHERE ARE THEY DRIVING? - Maybe to go see Jody. - WE GOT BELA AND CROWLEY AND ANNA IN THE MONTAGE HELLZ YEAH, ALSO ABBADON AND ELLEN AND RUFUS, but we also got fucking Asmodeus and Ketch and no Benny, what the fuck, Showalter?

So I have questions.

Some of them are unimportant, like how did people in restaurants at the end react when they found themselves looking at food that seems to have undergone days’ worth of rot in the blink of an eye? Also, you got a shot of a full airport at the end, but that begs the question: were there airplanes in the sky at the time Chuck snapped everyone away, and did they crash, and did the people on them get snapped back into crashed airplanes and was that not super confusing for them and did the airlines lose billions of dollars because all their planes crashed right before COVID shut them down anyway and if all that’s the case is it really any wonder they needed a bailout from the federal government?

But some of them are plot-relevant and could have helped an episode in desperate need of it.

For example, I want to know what’s going on with the Empty, and if Mark Pellegrino had talked about it for more than two seconds, I might not have hated every second he was on screen. Also, there are other things happening this episode. Like Jack walking around sucking life and “power” out of plants catches Dean and Sam’s attention immediately. We know that, because we see them noticing it and exchanging confused glances in the flashback at the end of the episode.

Here’s the thing though: Why not have that in the beginning? It’s not a Huge Reveal, and it would have given Jensen and Jared something to do in that stale boring beginning other than Make Sad Face. As pretty as Jensen and Jared are, and as good as they are at making sad faces, you cannot build an entire episode around that.

Related, there isn’t actually much of a beat in the plot where it makes sense for them to figure out Michael will betray them for God. It seems like it will happen in that conversation between Dean and Michael when Michael expresses his hurt that Chuck let Lucifer out of the Empty before even asking for help. But at that point, it seems Sam and Dean have already come up with their plan. The flashback makes it seem as if they began to suspect Michael would betray them when Lucifer called him a cuck, something I think they made a plot point purely to have the word “cuck” in the episode for the third time.**

There are a few hopeful beats that show that bucklemming understand on some level that there needed to be some flow to this episode, such as the dog and Dean thinking he may have gotten Cas back. But I don’t think those are substitutes for showing Sam and Dean come up with their plan to defeat God. Even if you don’t want to reveal that they know Michael will betray them, you can still get one scene in there of them saying something like, “You think this’ll work?” if you just cut two minutes of Michael’s boring monologue in the church and/or Lucifer’s bullshit.

It follows this weird pattern of bucklemming once again seeming to not find Sam and Dean particularly interesting, so they don’t spend any time writing them DOING anything, or at least succeeding at anything, because they’d rather write Lucifer killing women and generally being an asshole.

So ... who cares, right? It’s bucklemming, they were bound to be mediocre-to-bad anyway, it kind of makes sense for Dabb to give them this episode because nepotism definitely makes it a best case scenario. And while I take issue with Dabb as a showrunner, I do think he’s great at standalone episodes and character stuff, so I’m not too terribly worried about next episode. I just think there were things about this episode that could have sucked less.

There ARE things about it that were fine, dare I say even good. It was in my notes, but I just want to emphasize that I LOVED the shot of Sam and Dean getting up bloody and broken, holding onto each other and grinning their asses off knowing that Chuck’s about to lose to Jack, and they get to see it! They may very well have gone into that fight expecting to die -- Chuck nearly just zapped them from existence, which would have still unleashed God-power for Jack to soak up.

The ending scene is pretty good, with Sam and Dean seeming like they’re still pretty beaten down, but trying to get it together. That’s more Jensen and Jared’s acting than anything bucklemming wrote, but it’s still good. The montage is good (although I will say for like the third time, where. the fuck. was Benny?)

Jensen’s acting over the dog was SO SOFT (doesn’t he have a dog?). I half-expected the dog to run to him at the end, which would have been cute.

There are also things that were ... potentially good, if they’d been brought up correctly? I actually really like that Jack is going to be “hands-off” (although I like less that he and Sam will never see each other again, but Dabb did say it was going to be a bittersweet ending, so ....).

I also -- and God, I’m going to get hate mail for saying this -- don’t mind that he didn’t bring Cas back. That highlights the difference between him and Chuck. Chuck brings back Sam and Dean (and, in Season 5 at least, Cas) over and over again, not out of love, but just to throw them back into their exhausting existence. In contrast, Jack NOT bringing anyone back (except the people who’d been snapped out of existence, which I would argue is more about putting the world on its proper course again, as opposed to “violating the natural order,” as Billie would put it). He knows he has to let people go. You could argue that’s always been his arc -- he and Cas even talk about how hard it will be for them to one day lose Sam and Dean back in Season 14 when they think Dean is dying.

But I wish there had been dialogue exploring THAT instead of the weird vague stuff about how he would always be a part of them. It doesn’t have to be anything super analytical like what I just wrote, it just has to be him saying, “I understand that in order to be a just god, I have to let things go and be at peace.”

(However, if the reason they DIDN’T go that direction is they didn’t want Dean to be like, “You know, he’s right,” next episode and not rescue Cas from the Empty, then I’m fine with them leaving that out. Screw the natural order, Dean -- go rescue Cas from the Empty!)

I also really really really want to get some sense that Sam’s faith has been rewarded. We got a tiny glimmer of that this episode in the hushed, awed way Jared delivers the line, “Are you really ... him?” Sam has always been the one with faith in a just and loving God, and one of the things that aggravated me about the end of Season 14 was his faith being so blatantly not rewarded, in favor of promoting Dean’s more cynical take on God.

The show has always, since the very first season, raised questions about where God is, whether his will is just, and how we know we’re following it, and the main characters all have different answers to that -- Sam’s being the more faithful, optimistic view of “God is good”, Dean’s being the more critical “If God is good then why do bad things happen?”, and, most interestingly, Cas’ viewpoint largely fluctuating with his own sense of identity and self-worth. The point is, we had all three of these opinions on God, without the show ever explicitly saying which one was right.

Until very recently, I thought it should have stayed that way. But now I love the idea that Sam’s faith in God was rewarded not by Chuck, but by Jack -- the very boy he took under his wing and raised as his own son, the boy who understands that he is good and that people are good largely because SAM TAUGHT HIM THEY CAN BE. It’s just so beautiful, and I’m getting more and more happy about this ending as I write about it, actually, so maybe I don’t entirely hate Jack’s ending after all.

That was a happier note than I planned on ending this on. I guess that is how you stop worrying and tolerate bucklemming.

Goodbye, bucklemming. I hated many of your episodes, but I will miss you and your weird, inconsistent writing that was so entertaining to pick apart and analyze and make fun of. I hope you find some cop shows where you can churn out more mediocrity and make some money. And in the meantime, stop killing off women.

*Yet another example from this season of the writers intentionally writing a bad episode to highlight the fact that Chuck is a bad writer. NEWSFLASH DABB: Bad writing is still bad writing, I don’t care if the villain of the story is the writer, I still don’t want to watch it if it’s bad.

**Which is such a bizarre insult to use. Isn’t it slang for a guy who’s wife cheats on him? I swear I’m not innocent or sheltered, I have just literally never heard anyone use that insult in a real context in my entire life.

#how i learned to stop worrying and tolerate bucklemming #this is the last time i get to review one of their episodes i'm getting a little choked up #not really #supernatural spoilers #supernatural #supernatural home stretch #this episode was boring and miserable but the end was decent

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One Spot

Promoted by an anon!

Summary: Jared is going through a tough time, but Evan and Connor think they can help!

Set in an AU where Connor never died and he, Evan and Jared became best friends!

“Oh, uh, hi Zoe”, Evan muttered, as Zoe stepped out of her bedroom and into the hallway. Zoe just smiled at him: “Hey Evan”. Being best friends with Connor meant spending quite a lot of time at the Murphy’s house, which was great in theory, but seeing Connor’s younger sister Zoe so often was rather overwhelming. Evan had a huge crush on Zoe, but he put so much effort into making sure that she wouldn’t find out that it was kind of draining.

Jared, the third member of their little friendship group, would often tease Evan about it. Of course, it was only light and friendly teasing, but sometimes it was just too much for Evan.

But Jared was late that Thursday afternoon, so he hadn't witnessed that little interaction and therefore couldn’t tease Evan about it later.

Jared being late wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. The dude often arrived a few minutes late to the boy’s little hang-sessions, wether they be at the park or at one of the boy’s houses.

Evan knocked on the door to Connor’s room, making the long-haired teen chuckle: “You know you don’t have to knock every time you wish to enter my room, right?”.

Evan slowly opened the door, finding Connor at his desk, drawing in his sketchpad. He paced over to where Connor was sitting and looked over his shoulder to see a beautiful pencil-drawing of a countryside landscape laid out before him.

“Thats nice”, Evan stated. “I know”, Connor replied. He than ripped a piece of paper out of the book and handed it to Evan: “Here, you can draw something while we wait for the Kleinman to get here”.

Evan took it and grabbed one of Connor’s heavy books to rest it on, and leaned his back against Connor’s bed and got to work.

Evan often lost track of time when he was drawing, but Connor certainly didn’t, and he started to get a bit confused when Jared still hadn’t arrived after ten minutes.

He whipped his phone out of his jean pocket: “Jared?”. Evan jumped at the break of silence, having been completely lost in his drawing of a pine tree forest. He wasn’t a very good drawer, but he really loved drawing, so it didn’t really matter.

“Jared, whats up, your like fifteen minutes late bro!”

Jared said something Evan couldn’t make out from the other end of the phone.

“Wow, that’s really weird bro”, Connor said, “I guess I’ll see you in five”.

“What happened?”, Evan asked as Jared put his phone down and stood up to look at him. “Jared completely forgot that we had planned this!”, Connor exclaimed.

That was very strange, Evan thought, Jared was always late but he was never forgetful. Something big must have happened that distracted him.

Evan and Connor seemed to be on the same page, as Connor said: “I think something must have gone wrong, we can ask him when he gets here”.

Five minutes later, Jared arrived, “WASSUP PRICK-HEADS!”. Typical Jared.

“What we’re interested in’, Connor said, “Is whats up with you”.

“Ah”, Jared said, “I just forgot because a pretty shitty thing happened with bullies today, I got distracted”.

Evan patted the side of Connor’s bed, gesturing for Jared to come sit there, “Oh, buddy, what happened?”.

Jared sighed, sat next to Evan, and looked down, “Ugh, those dicks. They just said some nasty stuff about - about-”.

Jared started shaking. This must have been pretty serious. Connor sat on the other side of him, and Evan wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

Jared took a deep breath in, “They said some nasty stuff about my parents’ divorce. And about how it was probably my fault and shit. And I just-”. Jared took another breath in, his eyes getting a little wet.

Jared was the toughest guy that the other two knew. He could literally be beaten up by a whole gang and come out laughing about it smugly! But his family was something very close to his heart, and we was still struggling to get over the big split-up.

“I just, I wanted it to stop, and they kept saying things and I...”, Jared rested his head on Connor’s shoulder, “They really hurt me guys. I know it sounds pathetic but-”.

“Nononono, it doesn’t sound pathetic at all”, Connor informed the glasses-wearer, “We all have things that we hold close to our hearts”. Connor smirked and added, “Like Evan with Zoe”.

Evan blushed, “Shut up! At least I’m not the one with a crush on a Schuyler sister!”. “Hey”, Connor defended, “It’s not my fault that Lin hired such a hot actor to play Angelica!”.

“Actress”, Jared corrected the man who his head was rested upon, “A female actor is an actress”. “Oh Jared, your so old fashioned”, Connor said teasingly.

Jared sat up straight, “Thanks guys, for cheering me up I mean. You really make a difference”.

Connor cracked a grin: “Oh my dog! Jared saying something nice! I thought I’d never see the day!”.

“Oh my dog! Connor making an educated insight, I thought I’d never see the- HEY!”. Connor had reached his hand under Jared’s arm and poked him there. “Wow, I thought I’d never see the ‘hey’ either”, Connor teased.

“Connor! What gives?!”, Jared complained, “You know I’m sensitive there!”.

“Oh yes”, Evan smirked, “We are both aware that you are a little ticklish”.

“Only under my arms!”, Jared argued, “And says you Evan, your a breathing walking tickle spot!”. Evan blushed at that.

Suddenly, Jared’s eyes widened, and he started shaking again, “Spot...spot”.

Connor and Evan shared a concerned look, before looking down at Jared between them.

“Spot...oh, I almost forgot...they called my father’s house...the perfect spot for-”

“Hey, hey”, Connor interrupted, rubbing Jared’s back, “It’s okay, you don’t have to repeat them”. Connor slipped his right hand under Jared’s am, causing him to shriek and smack it off.

“Connor! This isn’t the time!”.

Evan smiled and scooted closer to Jared, “Why Jared, this is the perfect time. You have been hurt, so it is only our duty as your best friends to put a smile back on your fa-”.

“Hey!”, Zoe interrupted, swinging open the door, “I heard a scream, what’s going in in here?”. Evan turned dark red, “Oh, hey Zoe”.

Connor grinned at his sister, “Oh, I just tickled my little buddy over here”.

“Asshole!”, Jared grunted.

Zoe grinned, “Oh, I get it, we have a freakishly ticklish guy in here”.

“I am not freakishly ticklish, I only have one spot!”, Jared remarked, “Evan, he’s the one who’s freakishly tickl-AH!”.

Evan had poked under Jared’s other arm, and tackled him over. Connor smirked and pinned Jared’s arms above his head.

“Ev, don’t you fucking da-AHAHAHAH NOHOHO!”.

Evan clawed his fingers up and down Jared’s helpless underarms, “ZOHOHOHHOEEE HEHELP!”.

Zoe smirked: “As you wish”.

“NOHOHOH WAHAIT, DOHHOHON’T HEHELP THEHEHEHEHEM!”.

Zoe just giggled as she sat beside Evan and helped with the tickling. Evan tuned a deep red with Zoe sitting next to him, her giggling as they occasionally brushed fingers together, tickling Jared out of his mind.

That giggle of Zoe’s; Evan wasn’t sure if he could take this much longer. He stood up, causing the other three to look up at him.

“Aw, are you chickening out Ev?”, Connor teased, “Are you too afraid that Jared will get you back?”.

“Well, ah...”, Evan stuttered. Zoe smiled, “You know that if you chicken out now, you’ll be my next victim”. Evan turned a darker shade of red. Zoe just chuckled and went back to tickling a helpless Jared.

“NANHAHAHAHA ZOHOHOHOHE WAHAHAHAIT! NAOHOHOHHO, EHEHEHEVAN GOHOHOHOHO AWAHAHAHAY!”.

Evan had sat on Connor’s side of Jared instead, and went back to his attack.

Evan’s fingers clawed and prodded precisely, and Zoe’s scribbled and teased lightly. The combination of the two was almost unbearable for poor Jared.

Almost.

He was actually kind of enjoying himself. After a rough afternoon, laughing his head off was almost freeing. Like locking away the door to his misery and throwing away the key.

But that didn’t stop him from struggling.

“IHIHIHI WIHIHIHIHILL KIHIHIHIHILL YOHOHOHOHU AHAHAHAHALL AHAHAHAHAFTER THIHIHIHIS!” Jared cried, desperately jerking his torso up and down against the bed.

The other three just smiled, happy with the madness that they were inflicting on their friend. But still, it had to end at some point, the guy needed to breathe.

Connor unpinned Jared’s arms, and as soon as he did, Jared pounced on Evan.

“Oh, your in for it!”.

And the room erupted in laughter once more.

Ok, so that was really short, but I’ve got a nice long once coming up! So, to quote my favourite musical, Be Prepared!

#ticklefic #deh tickle fic #dear evan hansen tickle #lee!jared #ticklish!jared #ler!evan #ler!connor #ler!zoe #cheer up tickles

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Okay SPN 15.04, here we go, where I feel weirdly self-conscious about posting a meta post about an ep that had so much meta on itself and now I’m going to write meta about it, so it’s meta on meta on meta, while I’m having my feelings.

THAT COLD OPEN HOLY CRAP DIRECTOR JENSEN. As a director Jensen always pulls out warm performances from actors and he’s a really kinetic director too. That opening fight sequence I held my breath for a lot of it.

BENNY OH NOES IT’S BENNY (this must be the character Jensen said was one of his favorites and the actor came back to set for one day to do it). “I’ll see you on the other side, brother.” Thanks so MUCH, spn, I thought I was over this and then you come in and reopen that and now I’ve got feelings gdi. Benny was a good friend to Dean. My heart hurts.

Ohshitohshitohshitohshit demon blood Sam. Noooooo. And he kills Dean. I can never erase these images from my mind, thanks a LOT spn.

Just a nightmare of Sam’s except no probably not given Sam’s god-wound, so wow this maybe happens on one of Chuck’s other worlds, that’s fine, oh that’s okay I’m fiiiiine, it’s fine. *covers face*

So we have a flip on early S14 here where Dean was turtling to cope with his trauma which is a healthy thing to do but hiding from the world wasn’t going to fix anything so Sam coaxes him out with a hunt. Dean coaxes Sam out with a hunt only I don’t think hunting works for Sam the same way, it’s not Sam’s mental comfort food the way it is for Dean, but still I appreciate the mirroring there.

Sam’s struggling with Rowena’s death and I think those horrific AU nightmare visions aren’t helping much either, but it’s clear he’s feeling the loss. Her loss, all the recent losses.

Dean trolls Sam with real bacon, which seems like Dean is maybe trying to cheer Sam up by pranking him and trying to cheer himself up via food pranks. Dean has quite the case of the munchies in this ep.

I noticed almost every scene Dean is snacking or drinking from his flask. How’s that whole “Cas walked out and left apparently for good” working out for you Dean, wow, you’re suspiciously chipper while stuffing your face and drinking and Not Talking About It. Did Sam and Dean talk about where’s Cas? Who knows, the ep didn’t mention it, hey SPN you needed a Cas mention, OH WAIT THE EP IS GOING TO CALL ME OUT FOR SAYING THAT.

Seriously though, this is very Dean MO, and I have thoughts about his mood in this ep and how Cas’s absence was felt, and what it means, I’ll get to that later, but even before the last scene Impala talk, I was thinking Cas is a reminder of pain--and no it’s not all about Dean’s anger at Cas, it’s not because Dean is angry at Cas. Cas is a reminder of some things Dean just isn’t coping with very well and part of the problem is Dean cares so much.

So Dean’s snacking and drinking and Sam is feeling the weight of them knowing all the scary things out there while people go on obliviously with their lives and I’m not sure if Sam is envying them or Sam is feeling some existential angst about the state of the world, how people can go about their lives unaware there are real monsters ready to pounce and tear their lives to shreds. And feeling the weight of the job they do in every bone of his body. Sam’s in a dark headspace.

Ok I admit I was not thrilled to see Becky again given her previous episodes and role. SPN’s later in-canon fan characters were much more nuanced and successful and respectful depictions of fans. But as with many other things, this era of SPN is revisiting some things to move them forward in a different way than before, and subvert some things that needed subverting and Becky has had--wait for it--character development. How about that.

Yes, Becky, run, you do not want anything to do with Chuck. Run, Becky run. I’m rooting for her now. RUNNNN.

Along with finding a more constructive way of channeling her interest in the Winchesters’ lives, and having a satisfying fandom creative life and a full life of her own, Becky has funko pops of Sam, Dean, and Cas. LOL. I see you spn.

Dean, still with the case of the munchies. So this is like the eating a whole pint of ice-cream after a break-up, only Dean does it with junk food while hunting vampires.

I enjoyed this conversation between Becky and Chuck about writing immensely. Becky is actually right. Speaking myself as someone who’s suffered from writers block for a while, it’s miserable, and not writing just perpetuates the cycle. You feel cut off from an important part of yourself. And--oh here we go getting meta within meta--I find writing meta on SPN a positive outlet.

“Writing is writing.” Damn Becky’s takedown of Chuck’s derisiveness about fanfic was sizzling and oh excuse me Chuck, what is it you think you were doing with those Supernatural books about your favorite story. Even though he’s the creator, I know. But still. Also seems to be a sly comment on how male-authored “fanfic” based on someone else’s characters or historical characters gets to be professionally published novels and nobody wants to admit it’s fanfic but it is, but women write fanfic and women write novels based on someone else’s characters or historical figures and it gets derided.

Did not expect commentary celebrating the creativity and validity of fanwork of women in particular an episode of SPN, especially not with Becky of all people, but here we are.

Uhhhh is Chuck writing this episode, as it happens? I am seriously uneasy now. What is going on. What is real. Which is what I think Dean is going through because of Chuck and OUCH the Winchesters think they’re free but they’re not but also they are their own people and Chuck isn’t controlling them but it’s like he’s still making the framework?? Or would this case just be happening on his own and Perez is just messing with our heads in this script right now.

Oh damn because this ep wasn’t sadness enough now here we go with the Jack parallels. “I can’t control this.” “I’m a monster.” “I killed someone I love.” Parents doing anything to save their out of control teenage kid or does he need to be killed, so the parents are Cas, while Sam and Dean are Dean.

Interesting that Dean lowered the gun and didn’t kill Jack, but tells Sam they would do that for Jack if it was necessary. You didn’t, though, Dean. You couldn’t go through with it any more than those distressed parents of the vampire teen.

Becky is voicing various non-dire fan complaints here, every lane of the fandom is being gently called out right now. Hahaha including lack of Cas mentions in an ep that pointedly is not!Mentioning Cas because it’s not a mistake there’s actually reasons for that which is just lampshading how much Dean is pointedly Not Going to Talk About Cas.

“Where they sit around doing laundry and talk” -- again every lane of the fandom should feel very called out right now. Seriously, fandom lanes that hate each other’s guts all have that common factor of craving more domesticity, and would like to see the laundry ep of SPN and for many, it has better include Cas, or we’re working through our need for this via fanfics or fanart. Even Jared and Jensen have expressed interest in a “Winchesters do the laundry” kind of episode.

But here’s the thing--here’s the thing about SPN...it depicts domesticity. In small bits of pieces. Even in this ep there’s domesticity. SO HA. It’s not that SPN is against depictions of domesticity, it’s definitely in the toolset of its storytelling, to give the characters more layers, to make their lives seem more real, but there needs to be mostly an action plot because that’s the genre so they mostly kill monsters and we only get nibbles of domesticity.

Becky and Chuck arguing about Chuck’s incredibly dark story ending, after Becky criticized him for the story not having enough bite, was so interesting. While the episode’s dark story ending was actually quite well done IMO and not overdone and yes it’s bleak but it’s supposed to be. So it’s not that sad is always terrible writing, no. It isn’t. But its overuse has been a raging hot topic in spn fandom for years and SPN is a hopeful narrative as well as a bleak one. Overuse of loss of hope and misery can hurt the story, causes a number of fans to become desensitized and lose their emotional engagement for it (which has happened to be at a couple of points in SPN’s long run). So that conversation interested me a great deal, yes it did.

So.....SPN had its current biggest of the biggest of ultimate big bads, the ultimate power God himself, the author, and made him the enthusiast for overuse of the misery pr0n like that’s the only smart way to tell a story. The season’s big bad villain is a misery porn enthusiast.

I’m just gonna....sit here and absorb that for a moment.

Oh and this while all the PR for the show keeps warning us about how sad this story is and how bleak the ending will be, not a happy ending show. Are they warning us? Are they trolling us and misdirecting? Because they made their villain a misery pr0n fanboy and this intelligent, self-aware positive depiction of Becky the fan taking him to task for it.

I feel like could be headed for every story needs its darkness and its light, you need the darkness to appreciate the light, and you need some light or the story is less meaningful. We’ll see.

“I’m a writer,” says Chuck and then takes away everyone Becky loves and then unmakes Becky. This is a purposeful depiction of a writer creator as a sadist. It’s a diabolical reversal on the Stephen King’s Misery scenario. Becky played the deranged fangirl in the past, who kidnaps an object of obsession, now she’s the victim of the deranged sadistic writer who breaks into her home, destroys her life, and then effectively kills her because of his own obsession with making Sam and Dean wretchedly miserable because he thinks that’s the only way to make the story exciting.

*blinks*

In the last scene, oh thanks Sam, for vocalizing the Jack connection.

Hey Dean, that’s really a nice speech and yes Sam did give you a great pep talk but Sam wasn’t the only one who told you what you did still has meaning. This is like 15.01 where Dean is pointedly erasing Cas again despite Cas very obviously having done something Dean refuses to acknowledge. In 15.01 it was Dean leaving Cas out of his us vs the forces of evil speech to Sam, despite Cas having spent most of the ep shooting ghosts in the face and saving Sam’s life twice. Sam and Cas both have given Dean pep talks about the meaning of what they do but only Sam pulled Dean out of it...uhhh yeah that’s not writer error or canon ignoring Cas. That’s Dean trying to push Cas out of his mind. Something there hurts so much Dean isn’t dealing with it right now.

As I said, as I’ve been saying, it’s not so much that Dean is that angry at Cas. It’s not just about Mary. Or about Cas keeping things from him. Although those are all valid reasons for Dean’s hurt and anger. Dean seems to be afraid or hurt over more than that. And his love for Cas, IMO, is part of why this is weighing so heavily. What does he fear. I think it’s connected to the whole existential crisis about Chuck. What if none of this is real. I’ve talked about that in other posts, if none of this is real, if Dean still doubts, then what if what’s between him and Cas isn’t real, what if Cas doesn’t really care about him because none of it real.

Dean valiantly puts a brave face on things here, they keep going, they keep fighting for the sake of those they lost, no matter what, “keep putting one foot in front of the other.” Which makes sense. That’s how you honor those you’ve lost. It’s just that I don’t think Dean has really reached that. He is Not Dealing with an awful lot of stuff here. And we have seen again and again how hard Dean reels from losing loved ones. So what’s going on with Dean here. This is a healthy concept, but not if Dean is just whistling past the graveyard again. This might look like character development except look at what’s been going on with Dean. How deeply losing Mary, losing Jack affected him. The impact of those losses needs to be acknowledged and dealt with in order to truly move on and move forward. It’s like Dean is voicing a healthy outlook but isn’t actually experiencing it. I think Dean is posturing because if he lets all the hurt it right now, it will devour him.

There’s also the part where Sam and Dean have in the past displayed a lack of ability to just keep on keeping on if they lose each other, so they used to sell their souls, or violate the other one’s wishes and autonomy, or let the darkness free, but we’ve also seen them let each other go, and “keep putting one foot in front of the other.” Sam and Dean have done both ways with each other. Dean didn’t exactly just keep on keeping on no problem when Cas died at the end of S12.

Sam voices the other side of things, he can’t just move on right now. He’s feeling all the losses. They’ve piled up and piled up and it’s crushing him. Sam says he "can’t breathe” at times. He brings up Jessica, a loss he suffered 14 years ago.

So Sam and Dean are airing the two aspects of loss and grief on SPN. One the one hand, you don’t just give up and quit because of loss. Honor who you’ve lost and keep on fighting. But losses are deeply felt, and it’s not all okay either. Sam and Dean don’t just shrug off these losses because they have each other. That’s not how this works. They need more than just each other and SPN is increasingly having more and more open dialogue about all of this.

S15 so far has been so much about the impact losing people they love has on Sam and Dean, and why their isolation isn’t a good thing.

And there’s Chuck, the big bad, typing away to add more misery. Because Chuck gets off on giving them loved ones and taking them away, over and over and this isn’t presented as a good thing or a satisfying thing or a desirable thing or a celebration of anything.

#Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Chuck Shurley #Becky Rosen #spn #supernatural #supernatural spoilers #meta #Sam and Dean: a work in progress #Destiel #Team Free Will #Jack Kline #Castiel

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