#or maybe when Cas is saying that there must be a reason why he was brought back

[angelinthefire]

Thinking of a version of 13x04 The Big Empty where Mia the shapeshifter therapist offers to appear to Dean as someone he lost, and he looks like he's going to turn her down, but then he hesitates, and gives her this long evaluating look. And then the scene cuts, and you think Mia is going to appear as Mary, because that's who they were talking about before. You see Dean's reaction, and it's this blank kind of shock, because he was expecting to see what he sees, but he didn't realize how it would hit him. And you hear "Hello Dean". And it's Cas. And he doesn't look right, Mia doesn't have his mannerisms, and she doesn't have the outfit, just a plain white button-down and dark slacks, but she looks enough like him. Dean's about to say something, but he can't. He just swallows and grits his jaw and stares. And Mia/Cas says something like "I'm sorry I left you, I know it's hard. But I love you; and that love will stay with you." And you the viewer don't think too too much of the word "love", because Cas has used it before, love like family, love like friends. But anyways, Dean hears that and he frowns, like he's trying to internalize it, he's trying to get some closure out of this, but he can't. He shuts his eyes, with furrowed brows, and he's regretting that he agreed to this at all. And then Mia/Cas moves closer to Dean. She puts her hand on his cheek, and Dean sucks in a breath but he keeps his eyes closed. And then she leans in and kisses him so, so softly. Because she thinks they were like that. And at first Dean trembles at the kiss, but he keeps his eyes closed and lets it happen. Only after a few seconds does he jerk back, wide-eyed, looking terrified. And of course Mia/Cas is immediately worried and sorry that she made a mistake, and she says "Dean--" and is about to apologize. But Dean just turns around and storms out. Dean rushes away from the house, breathing hard like he'd just lost a fight. He gets in the car and slams the door. And his expression collapses, hes looks shattered, and he gasps, shaken and hurting, and tears run down his face.

And that's it. No further discussion or explanation of what happened. No comment from Dean. And then 13x05 Advanced Thanatology happens as normal.

#spn #destiel #dean winchester #not actually fanfic #Maybe nothing changes in tombstone either #heck. maybe nothing changes on the rest of the show ever #but actually that's how I would have set up destiel going canon in s13 with little if any further discussion #like I think the way I'd do it is that 13x06 would actually happen as normal. maybe with Dean even more hyped up #it would be a couple more episodes before I'd have Dean tell Cas that he loves him #probably in the midst of a fight or something #or maybe when Cas is saying that there must be a reason why he was brought back #something like that #idk what happens next i'm falling asleep as i type

[kniveschaudefender]

hi !! can you do a gideon graves x male!reader who owns a flowershop? (if you dont do male readers thats ok lol, gn!reader is good too)

Better than Any Boquet

(a Gideon Graves x male flowershop owner! reader)

EEE MY FIRST REQUEST !! (TYSM ANON IM LITERALLY SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS) ALSO I DO ALL GENDER READERS !! SO MALE READER ISNT A PROBLEM AT ALL !!! ^_^ (ALSO I WILL SAY THAT THIS SUUUUUPER LONG. I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT ANY SHORTER BUT PLS DONT BLAME ME IM BARELY STARTING 🙁 ) BUT I RLLY DO HOPE U ENJOY BC THIS HONESTLY TOOK ME SO LONG TO PUT TOTHER. BUT THANK U AGAIN !!! <3333 (also this isnt proofread so)

Gideon had been acting..strange lately. The league noticed, his employees noticed, even he noticed ! But, nobody could seem to pinpoint what exactly it was.

He had been going out more, being a little bit less harsh on certain people, and the biggest thing people noticed was the amount of flowers around now. Of course nobody dared to ask, heavens no ! But still, it was strange. It’s not like he was a big fan of the flowers himself, but for some reason he had so many around.

Eventually, it had started as a routine. Day after day he would do the exact same thing ! Saying he needs to go do something ‘important’ out, taking his leave, and ending up in the local flowershop. But why ? Its not like he was there for the flowers, no. He had a better reasons.

He walks in, his mind somewhere else before hearing something that completely snapped him out of it. A simple, “Good morning, Mr, Graves!”

< Thats > what he was here for.

The nice owner, thats what he was here for! How could we forget? How could he forget such a nice boy, the same boy who helps him every day no matter how many questions he asks or how many times he ends up repeating them. He even remembered his name! Not by the fact that he’s THE Gideon Graves, but by the fact that he comes in every day to his shop !

Will he ever admit its for him? Maybe later. But right now? Certainly not ! He can’t lose such a ‘friendship’ with this lovely boy he’s met ! For now, he simply comes in, looking for him at the desk in the front. Asking things such as “How do I take care of these?” or “What type of flowers would go best with this event ?” . Simple things to hide the fact that he’s only there to see him and to hear him talk.

After about an hour of mindless questions and small talk, he comes home, once again with a boquet of flowers in hand. He couldn’t help it ! He HAD to buy flowers every time he’d go in there, or he’d leave feeling a bit bad. So, there he goes, grabbing another empty vase and putting some water in it, then placing the flowers inside.

He sighed, looking around at all the flowers he now had. How long could he keep this up ? How long could he push his feelings for this boy away and just keep going and buying flowers, never making a move?

It honestly didn’t take long, he was running out of room for flowers and was so head over heels he couldn’t help himself anymore.

Though, for the first time he couldn’t help but feel a bit afraid. Would you like him? I mean yeah, he does have quite the name and ego, not to mention the billions he has in cash, but would you really find him attractive? He guessed he’d just have to find out.”

He spent about a week thinking about this.

Infact, he spent the whole time trying to distract himself, he had forgotten to go to the flowershop. After the week, he had finally decided to go say something. Thats when he remembered. He spent the whole week away from YOUR presence after being there non-stop for a few months!

Now he was really worried. He probably made you sick thinking something must have happened since he stopped coming for a whole week!

So, off he went! Sprinting down the street to the flowershop, holding on to his glasses for life. His plan? Say everything through a letter. He couldnt get himself to say it to your face, no matter how big of an ego he had.

He comes in, pushing the door open, almost falling over as he catches his breath before looking up. And there you were, making direct eye contact with him as you out new fresh flowers in a certain section.

“Mr. Graves! There you are! I was wondering where you’d been.” You say, giving him that same, sweet smile.

“Please..call me Gideon.” He says, closing the door behind him as he comes in entirely. “I have something..a bit more important for you this time.” “Anything! What do you need, Gideon?” He liked how you had listened without a question.

“I need a boquet of roses, the best ones you’ve got, and I need you to put this letter in there. But, I’d like you to read it first.” He says, handing the note to him. “I need these by 5 p.m today, and I’d like for you to write me a reply on the letter of what you think.”

With that he mutters a “Thank you” and runs out quickly, not even giving you a chance to respond.

You stand there, a bit dumbfounded. But, there was no need to go chase him down and question him. It seemed simple enough. So, you grab the roses, picking the best ones as he’d asked. Then, the letter.

You grab the letter, opening it slowly, then is when you get met with something..suprising.

“Sorry about the leave, I couldn’t be here for this. All these visits were never about the flowers, it was about you. I wanted to get closer, but never knew how. I’ve liked you for all these months, and never knew how to truely say it. You were always too kind, and quite the handsome man too, giving me that smile every day I walked in, no matter how clueless I was about anything. Especially the flowers. But you always listened to me. But, I do love you and everything you do a lot. And I would love to have you by my side. Because to me, you’re better than any boquet.”

#gideon graves x reader #gideon graves #scott pilgrim x reader #scott pilgram vs the world #scott pilgram takes off #x reader stories #fluff #??? idk #i love gideon #thank u sm anon #writer #new writers on tumblr #vancesrambles

[redflagshipwriter]

Halfa Cass Chapter 5

“Well, she has survived,” DamiBat said blandly. He had clearly already showered and changed into casual clothes. His robin colors were neatly laid on the usual table. He had been waiting for her. Cass shut the plane door and swooped down to give him a hug.

“You worried,” Cass cooed. She ignored his struggling to get out of her arms. “Very sweet.” 

Damian hissed and tried a nerve strike. She kissed the top of his head and let him escape. 

“Black Bat, report,” demanded the Batdad. His hair was plastered to his head with sweat in the silly way it got inside the cowl. Worried. Fear. Nothing can happen to my baby, not my baby. 

She pranced over to give him a hug as well. He needed to touch her and know that she was real. 

Only when she detached did she consider answering him. “No,” Cass said thoughtfully. “Shower.” 

Batdad unhappily let her go. Cass took the time to get her thoughts into order. 

She did have to say something. 

She changed into comfy clothes and made her way to her computer. Damian had gone upstairs in the interim, and there was no sign of RedJason or Dickiebird. She sat and turned on the screen. Then she turned a stern glare on her family. 

Batdad and Timmybird looked away sheepishly, as if they hadn't meant to stare. 

Cass wrote up a factual report. Arrival time, important parts of conversation with Marvel, the area they had explored and his magical commentary. Then she got to the creepy laboratory. In the corner of her eye, she saw Timmybird tense. 

Cass sighed and spun her chair to face him. 

His shoulders went up guiltily. He meekly reached out and tapped a key. The secret spying of her computer screen ended. “Bad,” she said, because someone had to teach him manners. “Don't look at my screen.”

Tim hunched over a little more. Sorry. Sorry. (Will do it again.) 

Cass let out a heavy sigh and finished her report. She paused over her word choice a few times. 

“You entered an unknown machine, it powered on, and you received an electric shock?” Bruceman Batdad summarized before she had sent him the report.

Cass threw her hands up in disgust. “Stop spying!” She told him. “Stop it!” 

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry honey.” He was sorry. He'd do it again, too. 

Ugh. 

UGH.

“Yes,” black bat confirmed tersely. 

“No lingering symptoms from the shock?” Bruceman Batdad came closer. Hovered. Flap flap, worried bat. “We should do a full check.”

Cass hissed at him, fed up. 

“Master Bruce is correct,” said Alfie. He narrowed his eyes ever so slightly at her. Little Miss, listen now. Caution is the virtue.

She waited until he wasn't looking to roll her eyes. 

There was no sensible reason to escape. She sulked through the examination. 

“Heart rate is normal,” Alfie narrated for their audience. Cass narrowed her eyes. See? See what you've done? Wasted her time, is what you've done. 

“No pain?” Alfie poked and confirmed. Again and again. No, pain, no pain? Always no pain. “Well then,” he sounded very pleased. She blinked to full attention. “You must have done a very good job taking care of that rib, Miss Cassandra. I must admit I anticipated that there would still be soreness.” 

Cass was very still. Then she nodded. 

Uh. 

Um.

She thought about cartwheels. She thought about vaulting down a flight of stairs. 

Hm. 

…Probably her rib should not be totally healed. 

She weighed internally whether this was troubling to her. On the one hand, it seemed very odd. There was pain a few hours ago. Why no pain now? Pain usually left while she slept, not after flying a plane. Could healing be a side effect of magic girl transformation? Big, if true. Should probably tell her adults. 

On the other hand, no pain was objectively an improvement.

Cass decided to say nothing. Maybe Captain Marvel would have a theory. 

Speaking of. When she got back to her room, she sent him a text message. 

🪄 🧙🏻📞?

The answer came near instantly. 

Not yet! 😭 💔 She isn't answering me. Should I contact Constantine, you think?

Huh. Fast response, very good. Cass sent 

😬 

But 

🕵🏽‍♂️ 🤙🏽 🟰 👌🏽

Lol, wrote Captain Marvel. I know what u mean. 

Cass smacked her lips in the quiet of her room. He probably did. But he oughtn't. Old people had a hard time with her communication style. 

Idly, she lined up a theory. 

Captain Marvel had a magical girl transformation. Captain Marvel seemed too young for his body to her. 

Ergo:

He was baby. 

Cass, all of 17, wasn't that pressed about it. Bats and birds usually started flying and fighting as babies. Damian was still extremely baby. But. Hmm. 

Birds weren't in the Justice League. That was the difference: he had to hide it from Batdad, Superguy, and Wonder. 

Oh. Cass put a hand on her heart and frowned. In her dark room there was no one to see it aching in sympathy. 

Baby Captain was… was a little too baby, emotionally, for the Justice League. 

Well. It was decided, then. The next day at breakfast she announced, “Bruce. New rule.” 

Heads swiveled to look at her. 

“We are entitled to make rules for Father?” Damian asked Alfred, sotto voice. He looked intrigued. Alfie made a face that indicated his answer would depend on what rule Cass made.

Bruce lifted an eyebrow at her in prompt. 

“Stop bullying my Marvel,” she commanded. “He’s-” 

She hesitated and edited out the word “baby”.

“sensitive to hostility,” she settled on.

Bruce got a consternated look. “Sweetheart,” he began. 

“Yes,” Alfred said to Damian, voice extremely soft. “Upon occasion.”

“Play nice,” Cass said firmly. No arguments. She took a pointed bite out of her toast. No more need for words. Eat now.

Tim giggled. When Bruce looked at him he lifted his fork in front of his face, as if the slice of pancake was enough to hide that he was laughing at the pater familias.

“If he said that I'm bullying him,” Batdad started, sounding harassed, “then there must have been some misunderstanding. I've never intended-” 

“No misunderstanding,” Cass denied. She narrowed her eyes at him. “I see. I see his body get small when you use the stern Batdad bigman voice.” 

Bruce grumbled into his hand and turned his face away, defeated. Resentment. Insecurity. Do I really do that?

“Yes, Father,” chimed Damian, who loved to kick the defeated. “Surely this fool quakes at the barest hint of your displeasure. But should he not?” 

Alfred huffed a subtle little laugh at the manipulation. He squeezed Damian's shoulder.

Bruce, thinking that Damian approved of his coworkers fearing the Bat, looked even more constipated. Resignation. “I will be careful with my tone around him,” BatDad settled. Sullen. Embarrassed. Resigned.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Cass said cheerfully. She squeezed her eyes when she smiled at him, because she was also baby. He melted, vanilla ice cream in July.

Damian made a solemn nod of respect out of Bruce's line of sight. She winked back her thanks for the assistance. 

Marvel got back to her not long after. Cass took the call outside, so that Bats could not flap nearby without her noticing. 

“Black Bat!’ he said, excited. “I got Constantine!” 

She blinked at her phone. “...In a trap?” 

“What? No,” he dismissed. “I know where he's going to be this afternoon. Can you come meet me?” 

Cass looked back at the house. “...Yes,” she decided. She was off the patrol roster tonight anyway. “Where are we going?” 

“Uhh….” Marvel's voice trailed off for a bit as he clearly consulted his note or phone or something. “I'll send you the address.” 

#dp x dc #dc x dp #red halfa cass #billy batson #cassandra cain

[rpmemes-galore]

taylor swift : reputation album ... sentence starters

"Are you ready for it?"

"No one has to know."

"Call it what you want to."

"I wanna be your end game."

"Is it cool that I said all that?"

"I don't like your little games."

"I'm just gonna call you mine."

"Now all he thinks about is me."

"For you, I would cross the line."

"I let them think they saved me."

"My castle crumbled overnight."

"I'm doing better than I ever was."

"Look what you just made me do."

"But, darling, it's going to be okay."

"Gold cage, hostage to my feelings."

"All my flowers grew back as thorns."

"You should take it as a compliment."

"Touch me and you'll never be alone."

"You and me, we got big reputations."

"Reputation precedes me, in rumors."

"But what can I say? You're gorgeous."

"I don't wanna be just another ex-love."

"Don't blame me, love made me crazy."

"Stay here, honey, I don't wanna share."

"Oh, damn, never seen that color blue."

"They say, 'She's gone too far this time!'"

"I'm yours to keep and I'm yours to lose."

"You've ruined my life by not being mine."

"They fade to nothing when I look at him."

"Say my name and everything just stops."

"Just think of the fun things we could do."

"I never trust a playboy, but they love me."

"Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours."

"So why'd you have to rain on my parade?"

"The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury."

"I'm one call away whenever you need me."

"If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing."

"Do the girls back home touch you like I do?"

"I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me."

"But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom."

"It was the best of times, the worst of crimes."

"Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him."

"This is why we can't have nice things, darling."

"I once was poison ivy, but now, I'm your daisy."

"Only bought this dress so you could take it off."

"You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much."

"I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted."

"The truth is, it’s easier to ignore it, believe me."

"And there are no rules when you show up here."

"I made up my mind, I'm better off being alone."

"If life gets too good now, darling, it scares you."

"Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me."

"I don't regret it one bit 'cause he had it coming."

"Every love I've known in comparison is a failure."

"'Cause for every lie I tell them, they tell me three."

"I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way."

"Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time."

"Younger than my exes, but he acts like such a man."

"He really knows me. Which is more than they can say."

"They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one."

"And therein lies the issue, friends don't try to trick you."

"You know I'm not a bad girl, but I do bad things with you."

"Wondered how many girls he had loved and left haunted."

"Some boys are trying too hard, he don't try at all, though."

"Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep."

"They say I did something bad. Then why's it feel so good?"

"I don't like your perfect crime, how you laugh when you lie."

"Is it too soon to do this yet? 'Cause I know that it's delicate."

"Did you think I wouldn't hear all the things you said about me?"

"My reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me."

"They got their pitchforks and proof, their receipts and reasons."

"This is how the world works: you gotta leave before you get left."

"I've made mistakes and made some choices, that's hard to deny."

"You asked me for a place to sleep, locked me out, and threw a feast."

"You promise people the world, because that's what they want from you."

"We can't make any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink."

"In the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do, baby."

"Please, don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere."

"And all at once, you're all I want, I'll never let you go… King of my heart, body and soul."

"I'm sorry, the old (name) can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, 'cause she's dead!"

"I'll be there if you’re the toast of the town, babe. Or if you strike out and you’re crawling home."

"There I was, giving you a second chance. But you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand."

"I've been breaking hearts a long time and toying with them older guys. Just playthings for me to use."

"And I know I make the same mistakes every time. Bridges burn, I never learn... at least I did one thing right."

#taylor swift lyrics #sentence starters #rp meme

[umbreoncomplex]

do you ever think? about being in love for 12 years? an entire decade of that? shave off a few years if you want depending on when you think cas and dean fell for each other but still. a love that long becomes a Part of you. one that's hard to separate from your sense of self. "i love him" becomes a truth in the way "the sky is blue". its always there. you don't have to point out the sky is blue every time you see it. you just know. it would be silly to suggest it any other color, and you cant help but raise a curious brow to those who do. and a love unrequited? to love him and not be certain he loves you back, most likely believing he doesn't reciprocate? that type of love becoming part of you? truly a part of you? you make peace with it after a while. you make peace with your love standing alone. its in the wanting not the having. you get used to yearning and longing and maybe it will never stop hurting that he wont love you back but at least you have your own feelings. at least you can wake up in the morning with a warmth in your chest and you look him in the eyes and you want to smile and when you hold him it feels so safe. because you cant have him. but you can want him. just as youve wanted him for 12 years. but. when you learn he loves you back? do you think about how much that might be to adjust to? for a decade your love came with an asterisk attached saying it's one sided. the love so deep in your soul or so deep in your grace the love that helps you remember who you are was always painted with loneliness. reciprocated love is another beast. how do you even begin to greet her? to reach out and take that hand? to accept that you can have this? 12 more years of stolen glances and excuses and half truths and silent wanting become unnecessary and that is terrifying. this was part of your normal. part of your every day life. maybe 12 years isnt a long time in the grand scheme but 12 years is long enough for habits to feel like facts of life and breaking that must be hard. to realize you can just hold him, without having to give a reason why, must be the scariest thing in the world. and to act on that? for the first ever time? to truly and really test if your decade of wanting was mutual? that must be the bravest thing youve ever done

#supernatural #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #i woke up half an hour ago and i started thinking of them

[una-guanabana]

🥀shadows and roses🥀

Okay so I finished ACOSF yesterday, and all I could do after that was lie in bed for most of the night trying to answer my own questions. As if SJM had written at the end: based on what we learned through this series what do you think happened…?

▪️Does Elain get to be with our beloved shadow singer?

▪️Does Gwyn ends up with him?

▪️Is Mor ever going to come out to her family?

▪️Will Lucien be happy and find a place to call home?

I got into this series because I saw a bunch of fan art. And I kind of spoiled the main plot for me, I knew Rhysand and Feyre were end game but I kept getting confused about Azriel, Gwyn, Lucien and Elain.

I was expecting each character to have their own chapters so we could see the development of these relationships. And I was so sure Azriel ended up with Gwyn.

And Elain with Lucien.

But nothing of it happened.

I enjoyed Nesta’s journey and how she was mated with Cassian. I adore them both.

I know now that there might be another book to this series and I’m here to pour my heart out about how I feel about the story of two of my favorite characters.

💐Elain and Azriel💐

Because I saw lots of fan art declaring Az and Gwyn were kind of endgame. But I disagree.

I’m glad it didn’t end like that.

I know they all are gonna be happy in the end. But I have my biases about it.

I proceed to enlist my reasons to believe why ✨ELRIEL✨ is the right path.

🌹 Let's face the fact that Elain has a trauma after being kidnapped and dropped into the Cauldron. Yes it did served some greater goods like the fact she DID NOT marry that ;d10t whose name I don't even remember. (Ok I do, freaking Grayson) and now the three sisters get to be together for ever. 🥹🫰🏼

But Lucien and Tamlin helped plotting this against Feyre. I still can’t see how this could have made Feyre go back together with Tam but… he was desperate.

And he knew she loved her sisters and would not allow them to be hurt.

Granted, maybe "they didn't know" what the King was capable of but GOD, Elain must be having a hard time forgiving Lucien. Not just because hauling them to the King but because all of his omissions to her sister. I always thought about our lovely Lucien as Tam’s puppet. Like they were in this toxic friendship where Lucien was agreeing to everything Tam said because he would get upset if he didn’t and Lucien was being disloyal to himself just to have Tam content.

🦇While on the other hand Azriel saved her EVERY SINGLE TIME.

😒I remember how Lucien sat there trying to reach through the bond to see if he could tell what was wrong with her and after the most uncomfortable 30 minutes he doesn’t have a clue and Azriel 😍 can tell after 30 seconds Elain is a Seer.

🌿He takes her to the garden and didn’t push her, he just keeps her company. And the fact that he remembers Feyre mentioned Elain’s love for flowers IS SO SO SWEET. 🥹

👒Feyre says they are and I quote “the only civilized ones.” Which means they are so alike. At their first meeting they both try to smooth the mood and end up relaxing around each other.

☯️They are both quiet and introverted but Az is a spymaster, he tortures people and is surrounded by shadows. He feels insecure about his past and his scars and Elain is all sunshine and flowers. Calling him BEAUTIFUL when they arrive at the townhouse, making him blush. BALANCE. They can perfectly complement each other.

🗡️Az hands Elain Truth Teller, and he had never handed it to anybody.

❤️‍🔥After 500 years of Az head over heels for Mor, Cas noticed he no longer looked at her as he used to. AFTER 500 YEARS! What could have happened? What took Az out of his monumental crush on Mor? ELAIN! The answer is ELAIN. 😫😫😫

🤩It would be refreshing if this mating bond didn’t work. My heart squeezed when Az asks Rhys about the Cauldron being wrong about it. How he tried to expose his reasons to believe it doesn’t make sense she was mated to Lucien because his two brothers were mated to the Archeron sisters. And tbh I think the same. Amren said it once, that it was not a coincidence the three sisters were there. And we also have THREE BAT BOYS. Lovely, handsome, always caring BAT BOYS. (I’m not saying Lucien is not all those things but it just makes better sense to me she goes to the other available bat boy).

🍁And it would be more interesting than seeing Lucien being unhappy about Elain's indifference. Their interactions are uncomfortable, FUN but uncomfortable.

🏔️You know what would be SO OFF THE CHARTS?! That we could get to see them trying to make it work between Lucien and Elain. And also Az and Gwyn. Go through the details of how they can make it work fine but there’s still something missing and BOOM, Elain ends up going back to Az because that’s what she truly wants. And what Az wants too.

🌠Rhys said his parents were mates but weren't right for each other.

And don’t worry, Lucien is still got a lot of options for his future love life. He will be happy. Let's just accept the fact that just because they're mates doesn't mean Elain doesn't have a choice.

I don’t owe the fan art. But girlll very accurate.😍😍😍

👒🦇🥀ELRIEL FOR EVER 🦇👒🥀

#acotar #acotar series #a court of thorns and roses #acowar #acomaf #feyre archeron #rhys acotar #elain acotar #elain archeron #elriel #azriel #elain acosf #acosf #sjm #sarah j maas #rhysand #cassian #archeron sisters #high queen feyre #a court of mist and fury #a court of silver flames #pro elriel #acofs #a court of frost and starlight #a court of wings and ruin #books #sarah j mass #nyx archeron #elain x azriel #a court of silver fire

[naughtystiel]

Dean's bare feet led him straight to his roommate's door, as if on autopilot. Last night they argued, something trivial, but there had been some tension between them for a while now. No, not unbearable, in fact, one wouldn't even notice it, but of course Dean had. Both of them tiptoed around it and really, was it about the lone tee on the floor? Or who was the one to take the trash out this time? No, of course not. But that was how they let that frustration out. The funny thing though? They weren't pissed off at each other, well, maybe kind of, but for a different reason. Dean was, almost, sure now that they wanted to be more than just roommates. Friends. Pals that shared their lives together. Whatever you wanted to call it. Okay, maybe Dean was the one who had a hard time coming to terms with being bisexual. He had come out to a few of his friends, with Charlie's support, and when he tried to mention it as casually as he could to Cas, during their lunch, all he got in return was fondness and understanding in Cas' eyes, like he already knew. Maybe he had, even before Dean realised that it was okay himself. That he didn't have to care what others said, didn't have to please his deceased father. That he could finally let go and live his life the way he wanted to.

And so he stood outside Cas' room now, nervous. What if he opened his mouth and said the wrong thing? Ruined whatever they had? But he also had enough of this little dance of theirs, one had to cave in. He swallowed hard and softly knocked on the door before he peeked his head inside. Cas was sitting on his bed, hair tousled from a nap that Dean must have just interrupted. "Cas?"

"Mmm?" Cas hummed, prompting him to continue, to show that he was listening. Dean hovered in the threshold, he wanted to get in, but in case this went bad, if he stayed where he was now, he could bolt back to his own room in no time. The doorframe was a safe way out, literally.

"I'm.." he hesitated, but pushed himself anyway. He got this. "I'm tired of lying to myself that I have everything I want." Cas perked up a little bit, those blue eyes on Dean. He could see them even in the dimmed light. Christ, maybe he didn't get it. No, he did. He got this. "When I'm in bed at night, I keep asking myself what I want, crave, desire... And then I pretend that I'm asleep, but I'm not. Those questions just won't leave my head. And when I finally do drift off, I have dreams that don't even feel like they're mine. And-and I realised I'm in pain." Cas furrowed his eyebrows, but before he could say anything Dean carried on. "But! Not physical. No. I just... I just wanna have my own dreams. Or maybe, or even, ah- I-" He got this. He got this. Why were words so hard? Cas shifted on the bed as if he wanted to get up and Dean just had to spit it out before Cas got to him because it'd just make him crumble down, like soil that was refused water for way too long. It was all so confusing and big and his hands started to tremble, but this was what he wanted, right? He wanted this so bad.

"Love me. Love me unconsciously. Love me like a lighter loves fire, like a dry well loves water. Love me like the world is about to end." Dean breathed out and his own voice sounded so quiet that he could almost hear the two hearts beating in unison, loud. God, his heart was singing when Castiel was suddenly in front of him, his big warm hands on Dean's cheeks, pulling him into a soft kiss. And in that moment, the dance on a rope over a canyon ended. This was the reason why he was alive and good lord, he felt so damn alive now.

#polish folks might get what song inspired this :) #destiel #spn #drabble.txt #vin.txt

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

What the shit is everhood

(Info dump pls?)

Gladly! ^w^

so everhood is a game that I would say is very similar to undertale, from the pixel art style to the humour to the general uhh theme? i guess is the word? Where you play as a wooden puppet named red on a quest to get your arm back from gold pig. The battle mechanic is a rhythm based system where you have to jump around and over beats the enemies through at you. The music is absolutely fucking fantastic and i actually bought the soundtrack i like it so much lol

a couple battles get absolutely insane with the visuals too, to the point im not even totally sure i can do a description justice? you can check out this video if you're curious, theres really no spoilers in this battle but it shows what im talking about. these battles are where the photosensitivity warning really comes in though, so be cautious if that effects you

I can't go too deep into the plot without getting into spoiler territory, so i'll put that under the cut for anyone who's curious, but here's what I can say! You go around collecting clues to find gold pig and get your arm back, and along the way you get to meet all the wonderful characters that populate Everhood. Like Rasta beast, Noseferatchu the sneezing vampire, Flan and Muck, the dancing mushrooms, a vampire who's name always changes. You really get to know and love these characters while also learning that maybe everything isn't as it seems in Everhood. Maybe, actually nothing is what it seems. Maybe you're the only one willing to do something about. But..... are you willing?

oh also kermit is there and I think he might be god? Also you can kill him and it impacts literally nothing

Full plot summary under the cut. I highly recommend you play the game without spoilers, but if you're like me and you Need to know what happens before you play then go wild. I'll only be talking about the intended good ending though, since I haven't gotten around to playing the secret endings yet- oh also mild spoilers for undertale i guess if youre worried about that in 2023

so when I say its similar to undertale in themes, its sort of. in a reverse sense. In undertale the good ending is the pacifist route. By saving the monsters you help them escape the underground and better their situation. It is mercy, the direct functional opposite of killing, that saves you. There is no mercy kill because using mercy ends the fight period.

Well in Everhood, the good ending requires you to kill everyone.

Your arm was taken from you because you've done this before, wiped out countless lives, friends even. And now you must finish the job. Its hard and sad and it sucks but it has to be you because no one else is going to. It falls on you to go back to these spots you've been through already, these happy cheerful locations, and hunt down everyone you've come to know over the course of the game.

so why do you need to kill everyone? and how on earth is it similar to undertale at all? well, Everhood isn't just the title of the game or the location it takes place, its the state every single character in the game is stuck in.

in the distant past, humanity found a way to reach another world, one they called Everhood. And in this world, no one could ever die. Some people chose to stay in this world, which lost connection to the human world for some reason i dont remember rn, and in doing so slowly lost their humanity. They lived for eons and eons and eons, changing their shape and loosing themselves in the process. You discover at one point that the Green Mage, a chaotic character whom I love, has been keeping track of the years everyone has spent in Everhood, every year a tally on the wall of their secret playroom. It takes three hours to get to the end of this hallway, to give you an idea of scale here. three real time hours.

Your character, Red, is a vessel for the literal human player behind the screen to free the inhabitants of Everhood from eternity. They aren't really happy. They can't be. They've been stuck for so long, and even though they beg and plead for you not to kill them you have to. Its the only way for them to be happy and move on from Everhood. And don't get me wrong you CAN choose not to go through with it. You have to actively fight back after this reveal to kill anyone. I haven't played through this way, so I can't speak on it.

The ending is sort of ambiguous, in which Pink (the person pretending to be Red and letting you the player control them) goes to an afterlife after killing everyone and gets to see them one last time, and they're happy. They forgive you. One by one you talk to them and they thank you for freeing them, apologize for fighting you, and move on happily to whatever comes after death. I choose to interpret it literally, but there's something to be said about the idea it's all in Pink's head. I don't think it was meant to be taken that way, but its one way to look at it.

The game sort of looses people with this being the good ending. But I think it's a beautiful metaphor. Sometimes you keep doing things that hurt you only because you're used to it. Maybe you don't even realize how its hurting you, its better than the alternative right? For the longest time I kept my bedroom blinds perpetually closed because the bright sunlight gave me headaches. I didn't realize just how depressed it was making me to be in near constant darkness like that. It was only after I bought a plant on a whim that I realized how much happier I was letting in the sunlight. You get so used to bad habits and awful jobs and clothes you hate because they're familiar. And doesn't it just seem easier? To take non-action and let everyone keep living and having fun in Everhood? Green Mage hosts DnD every week (or whatever counts as a week after you've lived for eternity), go play with the mushrooms in the forest, doesn't that sound lovely? You don't have to kill anyone, just keep living on exactly as you were! You have friends here Red! It hurts too much to kill them! they don't want to die! why not just give up? How could anything good come from the pain of change?

#asks #doc rambles #everhood #easily one of my favourite games ever #i will ALWAYS take an opertunity to shill this game lmao

[stuckyrogersbarnes]

"Can I do something about the physical attraction?"

Bucky smut (with a special guest)

Part 1

You had known Bucky basically your whole teenage life. I mean, you were now 24 years old but you knew him since you were 13 all the way until 19. But, you absolutely hated each other.  You see, your dad worked at Hydra, so you were always there. You weren't allowed in the headquarters until you were 13, and when you were allowed, you saw this very muscular-looking man screaming on a chair with something around his head; and you always thought he was just being over-dramatic. Like, it couldn't hurt that much, right? Anyways, you and Bucky would always see each other and roll your eyes to show how much you hate each other since you weren't really allowed to speak to him. You had no idea why he hated you, but you just thought he was weak, and like your dad said, "Men cannot be weak," and you stood by that until you realised that Hydra and your dad were both assholes. So, you moved out. You always had superpowers and thought it was normal until you entered the 'real world.' Eventually, you decided to take advantage of your powers and joined The Avengers. 

It had been 2 years since you joined and now, you were getting quite comfortable with everyone and everything. Tony had kind of become a father figure to you and Nat and Wanda were probably your closest friends. The true reason why it took you so long to trust everyone is because of your past. 

You always thought that The Winter Soldier (if that was even his real name), was indeed there by choice. But when you broke out of Hydra, you heard some pretty bad stuff about it, you weren't sure.

One day, everyone was out for Tony's birthday dinner but you hated eating out.  Steve hadn't gone either and you had no idea why, but you didn't really care because you wanted the night to be devoted to 'self-love,' mainly because you were super horny and your fingers never really did the job. Steve didn't know you were in the headquarters, but then again, you didn't really care because it doesn't make a difference whether you're here or not. You see, your situation with Steve was a bit interesting; you guys didn't really talk to each other a lot but you certainly thought he was a good-looking guy. And you also knew he had a huge dick, thanks to your X-ray vision, and no that's not pervy, it happened by mistake. But the reason you're not really friends with him is that you found it really odd that when you went to the 'Captain America Museum, you saw him with a guy who looked exactly like Winter. You found that super weird because you were pretty sure that Winter was only 30 and maximum 40, definitely not a 100.

So, you go to the gym, where you were running on the treadmill until you got so utterly frustrated that you had to stop and sit down. you heard two men talking. You just assumed that you were being a bit delusional and that Steve was just talking on the phone. You get up to deadlift and as you are, you can sense a tall body entering the gym and you assume it was Steve. So, you continue with what you were doing with your back turned to Steve, as you bend you hear a "well, well, well," you stand up, confused as you turned around and gasped in shock. "Winter... what are you doing here?" "Please, call me James, my friends call me Bucky, but you're not my friend." "James, what are you doing here?"  "Please, don't act like you don't want me here." you look at him confused, "Oh please, we both know I hate you James. and you hate me."  "mmm, I'm pretty sure that's not true. You see, my cell was right next to your room. and I could hear you masturbating and moaning my name, 'the winter soldier,' Every. Single. Night. And I must say, y/n, I must say, I was impressed. And sometimes, I might have been turned on as well." You look at him with a red face. "well, you may be right about that, but i was only attracted to your abs and maybe some other physical features but certainly not you." "ah, I see. well, can i do something about your 'physical attraction' towards me?" "Excuse me?" you say as a reply."Well," he says as he walks up behind you. He puts his hand on your shoulder and strokes all the way down to your hip and then starts rubbing your butt as you moan unconsciously. "Should i make your dirty little dream come true, Y/n?" "Yes, please" you moan - your pride disappearing with the absolute frustration you felt 5 minutes ago.

He puts his hand under your leggings and puts your thong to the side. He starts rubbing around your wet pussy as he asks if he can put his cold, metal fingers in your wet vagina. "yes, please" you say, with all your pride just disappearing when you hear those words. I mean, you had been sex free for so damn long, that you were down for literally any kind of sex from any kind of person. But inside, you knew you had lucked out with Barnes being the "any kind of person" that you got to fuck. He puts 2 of his cold, metal finger in your pussy as you moan at the sensation. He thrusts his fingers up and down as you almost reach your climax, "wow."  you hear, but it definitely was not James' voice,  "doll, was that you?" he says chuckling. "uh... no" you reply, "yeah, didn't think so." you both turn back and see Steve, in shock. he clears his throat and covers his erection. "I'm sorry, i didn't mean to interrupt anything but Bucky when i told you to check if the lights were off in the gym, this is kind of not what i meant." "you want to join, captain?" you ask impulsively and then realise what you just said. You were about to apologize, but then Barnes interrupts you and says, "Yeah, join us." he says with a smirk. You were surprised at what James said but you were just happy that you weren't the only one who would be embarrassed if he said no.  But you reaaalllyyyyyyy hoped that he would say yes. 

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part 2 will be uploaded soon!

#marvel smut #bucky barnes #part 1/2 #oneshot #james buchanan barnes #one shot #bucky x reader #sexy content #the avengers #smut #marvel #female reader

[michaelenscombe]

The curious case of "How did you find me?" in S8, purgatory

Really, how did Dean find Cas?

Dean's answer to Cas' question "How did you find me?" is "the Bloody way." Yes, we all know Dean found Cas through torturing monsters, grilling them with the line "where's the Angel?" It's hot, it's cool, and what the writers intended was probably to show Dean's selflessness and loyalty towards his friend, for not giving up on looking for Cas even when he has a one-way ticket out of purgatory.

Let's think about the Watsonian perspective, however. Yes, think about what makes sense within the crazy universe of supernatural. Castiel ran off the moment he arrived at the purgatory with Dean because he wanted to protect Dean from the leviathans. "I've been trying to stay one step ahead of them, to-- to keep them away from you." Dean accuses Castiel of ignoring Dean's prayers ever since Castiel ran away: "I've been praying, Cas, every night." Dean has prayed to Castiel for a year, every day, and we know that Cas can hear prayers in purgatory (s15: "I heard your prayer.").

What makes sense from all of this is how Castiel managed to keep the leviathans away from Dean. If Castiel does not know where Dean is, Castiel cannot keep the leviathans away from Dean, he cannot stay "one step ahead of them" while simultaneously keeping them away from Dean if he did not already know that the direction to which he's leading the leviathans are a direction away from Dean, not towards Dean. Castiel, an angel of the lord, is a size of the Chrysler building. He's not the human vessel Dean sees him in. In purgatory, Castiel's real self exists by himself, which is massive. From Dean's prayers where Dean sheds information about his whereabouts and his future plans (For example: "I'm going north tomorrow to find you, Cas,") and from his own massive, numerous angelic eyes of his angelic form, it must have been easy for Castiel to know exactly where Dean currently was in purgatory. That way, Castiel can easily stay "one step ahead" of Dean and of leviathans, making sure that the two do not meet. That way, Castiel managed to hide himself from Dean's relentless seeking for a whole year. Simple. Makes sense. Great.

What does not make sense is that suddenly, all of a sudden, Dean finds Castiel. Castiel still wants Dean to be safe from the leviathans, and he still has the ability to run away from Dean wherever he is. So how and why exactly, when Dean started getting near Castiel, that Cas somehow suddenly did not know about it? How could Dean's basic human approach of torturing monsters for information and then walking towards wherever the monster suggested could ever beat Castiel's angelic abilities to see, hear and feel much far and beyond what Dean can do? Even without all the prayers and the angelic super-perceptive abilities, the fact alone that the massive being that is Castiel somehow did not catch Dean's footsteps as he approached near Cas does not make sense at all.

One hypothesis I came up with is this. Dean finds Castiel after he meets Benny. We don't know exactly how much time has went after Dean met Benny before he found Cas, but we do know that from the moment Cas meets Benny, he was, to say the least, wary of the vampire. The contempt and disgust when Cas denies being called Benny's "aunt" -- it seems quite uncalled for, especially when Cas just met him.

So what if the reason Dean found Cas was because Cas let himself be found? And what if Cas let himself be found, thereby risking Dean's exposure to leviathans, because he learned from the latest prayers from Dean that he was growing close to Benny? A little too close, maybe?

Cas, for an entire year, listened to Dean's prayers every night like a lullaby. He must have listened to them while his heart broke at how desperately Dean looked for him, how loyally Dean looked for him, knowing that the only way to keep Dean safe is to not grant Dean's wish. He must have told himself no, I cannot tell Dean the truth, Dean will never leave me behind if he knows the truth, therefore the only right thing to do is to avoid Dean at all costs, repeatedly, reminding himself the cause of his actions. And one day, Dean's prayer includes the name Benny -- Benny tells me I should sleep, but I can't just go to sleep while knowing that you're out there by yourself, man -- and it must have rattled Castiel, with worry (what friend can Dean ever make in a purgatory where there only are monsters?) and, as Benny appears in prayers more frequently and with more fondness, with jealousy. Who gets to be with Dean when I have to be away from Dean? Who is this Benny, who gets to protect Dean and watch over Dean while he sleeps and gets to earn Dean's gratitude for it? Who is this monster who somehow wormed their way into Dean's heart while Dean is resenting me for leaving him behind, for betraying him with Crowley, for not listening to him about being pseudo-God?

It just makes everything so seamless. Cas let himself be found because Dean's recent prayers include Benny a little too fondly which leads Cas to experience a moment of weakness in his resolve to keep Dean away from him. Cas, not wanting to reveal his possessiveness to Dean (for many reasons), fakes his surprise to being found by Dean. The moment he sees Dean, he glances at Benny warily, and he cannot hide his hostility against the vampire although they technically just met.

Cas, as expected, finds that Dean refuses to leave Cas behind; he also learns that Benny is not an evil creature (Benny saves Cas from a leviathan even when it would be more beneficial for Benny that Cas dies.). Cas believes that he deserves to be left in purgatory. Therefore, even though Cas let himself be found by Dean in a moment of weakness spurred by jealousy, as he finds his cool and reassesses his situation, his plan readjusts, with the same conclusion as before -- to stay away from Dean, to not let himself be found by Dean. Benny proving himself to be a decent being possibly let Cas feel okay about letting Dean go with Benny without Cas protecting him from the vampire.

Gif & image credit: @carveredlund and @imeaglejd

#deancas #destiel #deanbenny #castiel #dean winchester #benny laffite #benny spn #spn #spn s8 #purgatory #purgaytory

[fandomtherapy44]

castiel x reader

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Dean and Sam. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since they are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 6,000

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

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Chapter Three: In the Beginning

Y/n’s POV:

“ No, please don’t leave Me!” I wake up suddenly shooting up from my bed. These nightmares are getting more real every time I close my eyes. I go to get some water. I hear wings flapping and turn around to see Cas standing there. “Cas?” “Hello, Y/n what were you dreaming about?” He said in his usual gruff voice. “ Nevermind that. What are you doing here at four in the morning?” I said not wanting to answer that question “I am here to for your brother and you to stop something”

‘’Stop what?” I questioned as he came up close and gently put his fingers on my forehead.

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“Move it buddy and Mam you can't sleep here.” I heard this voice talking to me and noticed that I was not lying in bed anymore. “Okay... sleep... where?” Dean said sleepy, wait Dean. “Anywhere but here.” The voice said as he was walking away. “Y/n why are you sleeping on the sidewalk?” Dean asked me in disorientation. I opened my eyes and somehow I was sleeping in front of a bus bench. “I have no idea the last thing I remember is falling asleep in my own room after having a beer. Maybe there was more in the beer than I thought, well that's the last time I take anything compaltry from a motel. Why are you sleeping on a bus bench?” I asked, half confused, half asleep. “I have no idea either, let's see if we can find out” He said as he pulled out his phone.

“Perfect,” he said with sarcasm. “Let me try”. “ What the Hell?” I'm so annoyed that I almost threw my phone down. “Okay let's just recollect ourselves and try to think about what happened” Dean said trying to calm not just myself but him too. “Did Castiel visit you last night?’” “ He asked me. “Yes he did, he said you and I had to stop something. Cas you son of a …”. “ He said the same thing to me too. Also Cas? Since when did you get a nickname for him? " "Well I think it's easier than saying his full name every time.” “ right, guess that makes sense. Let’s go to that diner and get some coffee, to ask around and to put ourselves together.” Dean said gesturing up at a Blue Jay Diner.

As we are walking in I'm hoping that Cas has a good reason for us to be here. 

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As we walked in I noticed that the whole diner and everyone looked like they were stuck in the 70’s. “ Must be a convention in town” I commented. Dean and I sat next to this guy who looks in his early 20s. “Hey, where the hell are we?” Dean asked the man. “Jay Bird's Diner.” He answered honestly.  “Yes thank you for that heh he just meant what state and city?’’ I asked him with a kinder approach. “Lawrence, Kansas.” Lawrence why the hell Lawrence I thought. “Hey, you okay guys?” “ Yes, we just had a difficult night, thanks.” I answered him thinking that was nice of him to ask. ” Hey, uh, two coffees here, Reg.” “ Thank you” “ No Problem.” Dean pulled his phone out again trying to get single. ”Can you tell me where I can get reception on this thing?” Dean asked the man. “The USS Enterprise?” The man said looking weird at the phone. “Ha, that’s a good joke’’ I said laughing. “What joke?” he asked as Reg came over with some coffees. “Thanks... nice threads. You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?” Dean said joking as usual.

“Sonny and Cher broke up?” The man said concerned. I looked around until my eyes landed on the newspaper. I elbow Dean to get his attention. “Ow Y/n what the He-” he stopped when he saw the same. “Nixon accepts resignation of top… and the date is Monday, April 30, 1973.” We do not even have time to process that because we learn who this stranger is next to us. “Hey, Winchester.” Dean and I both go to respond but instead the man does. “Son of a bitch. How you doing, Corporal?” “Hey, Mr. D.” “I heard you were back.” “Yeah, a little while now.” “Good to have you home, John, damn good.” John? Dad. “Well, say hello to your old man for me.” “You got it, Mr. D.” The man John was talking to walked away and he noticed us staring at him like we had seen a ghost. Well, I guess that’s true. "Do we know each other?” John had asked, looking at us both. “I guess not.” Dean said, answering for us. “Take it easy, guys” “Yeah you too” I said while looking into his eyes. I guess that is a pretty good reason for us to be sent here.

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We are following well I guess our dad when I bump into Cas. “whoa” I said, almost falling but he caught me. “uh thank you” we stared into each other's eyes for a second.”you're welcome’’ he let go of me and when he did I felt colder. “What is this?” Dean asked Cas. “What does it look like?” “ Is this … real?” I asked hoping this was not a dream. “Very.” He answered looking at both of us. “Okay, so what? Angels got their hands on some DeLoreans? How did we get here?” He gestured to us. “Time is fluid, Dean, Y/n. It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion.”Well bend it back or tell us what the hell we're doing here!” “I told you, you have to stop it.” Cas said in his monotone gruff voice and as usual not making sense. “Stop what? Huh? What, is there something nasty after our Dad?” We hear a car beep and turn back and Cas is gone. “Oh, come on! What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch?!” Dean said angry which is fair but I trust him I have too.

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John is talking to the car salesman looking at an old van oh no we can’t let that happen. Dean and I walk over to the beautiful classic 1967 chevy Impala leaning against it. “You two following me?” I answered “No, no, we were just passing by. And we never got to thank you for that cup of coffee this morning. we were a little out of it.” “More than a little.” “Let us repay the favor.” Dean said, patting baby. “This is the one you want.” “Oh yeah, you – you know something about cars?” Dean and I nodded our heads looking at the engine. “Yeah... yeah, our Dad taught us everything we know.” I said, smiling a bit. “And this – this is a great car.” Dean said, opening the hood. “327 four barrel, 275 horses. A little TLC and this thing is cherry.” “You know man, you're right.” John said, sounding excited. “Then what are you buying that thing for?” Dean said, nodding at the van. “Dean, John can buy any car he wants and I'm sure it’s for a good reason.”

She’s right. I kinda promised someone I would. "Over a '67 Chevy? I mean, come on, this is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still gonna be badass when it's 40.” John looks like he’s grateful. "John Winchester. Thanks.” John said, holding out his hand for us to shake. We shake his hand. “Dean Van Halen, this is my sister Y/n – and thank you.” we were in pretty rough shape this morning, huh?” “No kidding.” I've been hung over before but, hey, I was, I was getting chills in that diner. You didn't feel any of those cold spots, did you?” Ah, I know what Dean is  doing. I joined in. “I swore I smelled something weird too, you know? Like... like rotten eggs. You didn't happen to smell any sulfur by chance?” “No to both.” He answered, getting annoyed. “No... There been any cattle mutilations in town recently?” Okay that's pushing it. “Okay, mister, Mam! Stop it.”.”Yeah, if only we knew what to stop. Listen, uh – watch out for yourself okay?” I said to him. "Yeah, sure.” When we were walking away we heard John confirming the sale for the impala. 

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We stole a car and now are following dad in the impala. He stops in front of a house and a young beautiful blonde woman comes out to hug him. Dean and I both say at the same time. “Mom?”

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We are now watching them have a date in a little booth with milkshakes. “I can't believe this, she looks so beautiful’’ I said wanting to cry because I never got to know mom like Sam and Dean did. “Yeah she is’’. Then we hear a voice behind us. “Why are you following us?” It was mom. We turn around and she attacks us. “Are you crazy?” She is kicking our asses. But Dean grabs her behind her arms and holds her to the wall.”Okay, how about we talk about this, huh?” “Dean! let her go look at her wrist’’ I point out at the charm bracelet. I walk up to her and asked “Are you a hunter?” 

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My parents are saying goodbye and they look so in love. Mary walks up to us. “Dean and y/n right? I'm not sure you should come in.” Mary said with hestion. “You can trust us. I mean, come on, we're all hunters, right? I mean, we're – we're practically family.” Dean said with a convincing tone. “Yeah, thing is, my Dad, he's a little, um…” Wait, grandpa is still alive? I thought. “Dean and I would love to meet him. We've heard so many great stories about him.” “You've guys heard of him?” She asked. “Well clearly not enough.” I said with a smile trying to contain myself that I'm actually meeting my family.

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“So, you're a hunters? Well, tell me something, mister and miss hunter, you kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?” Grandpa asked, I did not know he was such a hardass. “Neither, you cut their heads off.” I answered proudly. ”So, did we pass your test?” Dean asked with hope. “Yep. Now get out of my house” Grandpa said yep definitely a hardass. “Dad!” Mary said, she can't believe her father right now. “I don't trust other hunters, Dean, Y/n don't want their help, don't want them around my family.” “Knock it off, Samuel.” Grandma said from the other room, setting the table and putting grandpa in his place. “They are hunters.” “Who passed your little pop quiz, and now I am inviting them to dinner. Are you hungry?” She asked us. “That sounds great, thank you.” I said I was trying to be on my best behavior. “Good. I'm Deanna, you've met my husband Samuel, and Mary's younger sister Y/n sadly passed away when she was younger. now wash up.” I was named after her sister. I didn't even know mom had a sister. I looked at Mary.”Samuel and Deanna and Y/N ?” I asked as she nodded her head at me. I wonder what her sister was like.

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 “So Dean, Y/n this your first time here.” “Well, it's been a while. Things sure have changed... we think.” Dean answered. “You two working a job?” Samuel asked. “Yeah, maybe.” Dean!” I said surprised. “I'm sorry about my brother, he forgets his manners sometimes.” I said while glaring at him. “ That's okay, it's good to know that he's guarded like that.” “My sister is right, I should've responded like that, it's just I don't trust other hunters either, Samuel.” Dean apouligzed which surprised me. “Hey, um, so why were you following me and John?” Mary asked us. “Mmm, we thought something was after your, um, boyfriend, but um, we don't think that anymore.” I answered. “John Winchester mixing it up with spirits, can you imagine?” Deanna said while Samuel looked annoyed at the mere mention of John’s name. “I saw that.” Mary told her dad not letting him get away with it. “What?” Samuel answered incently. “That sour lemon look.” “Now hold on, John's a really, really nice... naive civilian.” So Grandpa hated dad, good to know. “So what? You'd rather me be with a guy like this?” Mary said while nodding at Dean. “Oh god no no you would not want to be with him.’’ I answered for him. “Yes she's right I think, you don't want to be with a guy like me.” Dean said a little offended. “Mary, of course not, it's just that I –��� Samuel said trying to smooth this over. “That's enough, both of you, we have company.” Deanna had told them. “So what about you, Samuel, you, uh, working a job?” Dean asked curiously. 

“Might be.” damn hunters do not like sharing. “He's working a job on the Whitshire Farm.” Mary answered being a little petty. Maybe that's where I get it. “Whitshire, why does that name sound familiar to me?” Dean said and he's right we've heard that name before. “Well, it's been all over the papers. Tom Whitshire. Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over.” “ Those things do happen sometimes” I said. “So why was he on it in the first place when his crops are all dead?” “ Demon omens” I said, confirming it. “That's what I gotta find out.” “What about the rest of the town? Well, did you find anything on the web? ...Of information that you have assembled.” Nice save dean I thought with sarcasm. “Electrical storms maybe. The weather service graphs should be here on Friday.” Grandma told us. Sounds like demons to me. “By mail?” Dean asked. “Of course by mail Dean sorry were just used to getting things by ourselves” They look a little weird at us. I bring Dean over to the side. “Did you forget that we are in the 70s or did you hit your head. so please try to stop the 2000's references, Marty mcfly please?” “ Yes I will, sorry it's just hard.” “ Yeah I know I keep On pulling out my phone but we got this okay” “yeah okay” “ Great break.” “You know, it sounds to me like we might be hunting the same thing. You know if we go in there in numbers, we could take care of this real quick.” Dean said, referring to us. “What part of “we work alone” do you not understand, son?” Samuel said and I don't blame him but come on we're trying to figure out a back to the future mystery here throw us a bone will ya.

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Dean and I go up to the Whitshire house. “This is stupid why did I have to be a nun?” I asked, pulling on my head piece a little. “Because it makes sense and it helps me look like a real priest, it's also a little funny.” Dean said, trying to hold back his laugh. I almost slap him but Mrs.Whitshire opens the door just in time.

We are walking to the door after her interview. When someone knocks on the door. We open it to see Samuel standing there in the same get up as Dean. “Father, sister, I see you beat me here.” “The Lord is funny that way. Beth Whitshire, this is our associate, our senior, senior priest, Father Chaney.” We walk next to Grandpa. “Please accept our deepest condolences on behalf of the county diocese.” Grandpa said handing her a fruit cake yeah nothing says I'm sorry like a cake no one eats. “Mrs. Whitshire was just telling us all about Tom, and how normal and ordinary things were the day before his death.” I see, so you didn't notice anything unusual, ma’am?” Samuel asked. “You mean like my husband’s guts fertilizing the back 40?” “Awkward” I whisper under my breath. Samuel is having a hard time to answer so Dean and I walk over to Mary and the victim’s son.  

“Charlie, would you like to tell the Father and Sister here what you just told me?” Mary said to us. “Dad drank sometimes. Sometimes he got rough with Mom.” “And that's when the stranger came?” “I just thought he was some Bible thumper, like you all. He showed up about a week ago.” Interesting I thought. “Saying what?” Dean asked. “Did I want the beatings to stop? I just thought he was crazy, I didn't think – and the next thing I know, Dad's dead. Am I going to jail?” poor kid. “You didn't do this, Charlie.” I told making sure that he knew. “Did the stranger want something in return?” Dean asked him. “He didn't want anything.” Huh, not likely. “Come on, Chuck, he wasn't just handing out freebies now, was he?” Dean said being not wrong. “He did say something about comin' a callin' ten years from now. Maybe he'd want something then.” Oh no, all this kid wanted was peace. “Something like what?” I asked terrified for his answer.”I don't know, okay? Look, I told you he was nuts.” Mary pulls Dean and I to the side. “What do you think?” “I think this kid has no idea that he just shook hands with the devil.” I said looking at Charlie Sadly. “Charlie, do you remember what this stranger looked like?” I tried to get to the bottom of this. “Yeah, he was about 5 '10, white, normal looking really.” “ anything out of the ordinary with his appearance.” “There was one thing.” “What was it.” “It's just, the light hit his eyes in a weird way and... for a moment I coulda sworn –” “Red or black maybe.” I answered back.”No, they were yellow. Pale yellow.” What the hell, yellow eyes? What is going on?

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Dean slams a map down and I look at it trying to figure this crazy stuff out as well. “What do you say we just slow down and talk this thing through.” Grandpa tried to calm us down. “There's nothing to talk about.” Dean answered. “Except you're saying it's a demon, and none of us has ever heard of a demon with yellow eyes.” “ We have, it killed our family without thinking twice.” I answered while staring at Grandpa's eyes.”Just calm down” “You don't get it, do you? You are in danger, we are all in danger. In fact, you need to get yourself someplace safe.” I said trying to get my family safe.”Not until we know what we're dealing with here.” could he not be a stubborn hardass for 10 minutes.”Sam's right, Y/n, it could be a demon, it could be a shapeshifter, it could be any number of things.”Deanna said trying to stand by her husband.“We know what this thing is, we lived it.” I said getting mad.”And we're gonna kill it, that's all the talking I need to do.” Dean said with this intensity. “You're gonna kill a demon? How?” Samuel questioned. “There's a hunter named Daniel Elkins. He lives in Colorado, he has Colt's gun. The Colt.” “Yeah, I heard about the Colt, used to tell it to Mary and y/n as a bedtime story.” “Well we know it’s real for sure.” I said, trying to get it in their heads. “Alright, say that it is. You got some kind of crystal ball telling you where this demon's gonna be?” Samuel said doubtful still. 

“Wait, I think we do.“ I said, grabbing our dads journal out. “What's this?” “ It's a list.” Dean said, catching on. “Of what?” “Our Dad wrote down anyone he thought ever came in contact with the Yellow Eyed Demon: who, where and when.” “why?” Samuel questioned. It is a little crazy. “‘Cause the more he could learn about the son of a bitch, the more he could figure out why it killed our Mom.” I said, still staring down at it. “Look, Whitshire Farm. I told you that name sounded familiar.” Dad really did everything to find this demon. “Uh... our Dad could see the future. Look at this, it says he's gonna hit here tomorrow night.” Dean said looking at me shrugging hoping that excuse was good. “Liddy Walsh?” Samuel questioned. “Haleyville, that's close.” Dean said. “I mean, yeah, it's about three miles, but…” Samuel said while looking at his wife exchanging looks of are these people okay which we get a lot. “ I know you think we're crazy and I don't blame you. I mean If someone told me the same thing, if I didn't know what I did I would think the same but were telling the truth.” I said hoping my small speech might have convinced them. “You seem like really nice kids, Dean,y/n but yeah, you're crazy.” “ We might be but we are going to kill the demon that destroyed our lives” I said as I walked out of the room with Dean.

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I walked to Mary’s room breathing in because this might be the last time I see my mom alive. I knock on the open door. “Hey Mary my brother and I are leaving, I just wanted to thank you before I left”  “ Thank me for what I mean I almost gave your brother a concussion.” “ exactly I think sometimes he needs one. Huh Uh actually I wanted to thank you for trying to convince your dad for us to help.” “ Yeah no problem. I think we need more help but ever since Y/n's death I don't think he can trust anyone else” Mary responded and I asked something that has been nagging me this whole time. “If you don’t mind me asking how Y/n pass and of course you don't have to answer.”  “No its okay it happened two years ago my dad and his hunting partner and y/n were on a case they were chasing a werewolf my dad’s partner thought they had caught the right one but instead the real one got my sisters scent and she was smiling one moment and the next she was lying on the ground in her own guts.” Mary said, crying. I go to hug her.

“I'm sorry that happened. I know what it feels like to lose someone to this stuff that we chase.”  “Thanks Y/n you seem like a good friend. "" Thank you, I try, and speaking of good friends. That John kid seems pretty great. What’s he like.” “I don't know. He's sweet, kind. Even after the war, after everything, he still believes in happily ever after, you know? He's everything a hunter isn't. No offense.” I chuckle at that “ No offense taken” “So you have anyone special in your life” Mary asked. It was funny. I never thought I would be talking about a special someone with my mom.

”Me no I don't think love is in the cards for me.” “ Well you're a great person, someone will see that.” “ Thanks Mary.” “ of course. Can I tell you something” Mary asked with excitement. I nod.”He's gonna ask me to marry him. Tomorrow, I think!” “ That's great Mary” “Oh, Dad's gonna explode, but I don't care. I'll run away if I have to, I just… I love John, and…” “and what” I questioned. “I wanna get out. This job, this life, I hate it. I want a family, I wanna be safe. You know the worst thing I can think of? The very worst thing? Is for my children to be raised into this like I was. No, I won't let it happen. If what happened to Y/n happened to my kids I couldn't bear it.” I want to cry and tell my mom that everything is going to be okay but I can't so instead I lie.” I'm sure that won't happen. I mean who would do that. I truly wish all your happiness Mary.” I grab her and hug her tight and let go. “Thank you Mary for everything.” I said as I almost ran out of the room passing my brother.

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I ran out of the house breathing heavily trying to control it. I hear a flap of wings and turn around to see him.” Cas? I didn't pray.” “I know I just felt you in distress.” “ So you came to help me, all you do is just stand there standing not doing anything.” I said while looking down and when I looked up he was sad. “I'm sorry that was mean you do help me more than you realize, it's just I'm trying to process this. And why can’t Sam be here? He has to be looking for us.” Sam's not looking for you.” What does that mean? “So if we stop this demon does it mean that my siblings and I get a normal life.” “You realize, if you do alter the future, your father, you, Sam, Dean – you'll never become hunters. And all those people you saved, they'll die.” “Of course I realize it but I don't care I'm still going to fight” “I really am sorry Y/n no one deserves this especially you three.” I turn around to see him gone. 

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Dean and I get into the house to get the colt and I'm at the safe to crack it while Dean stays in the car ready to drive away. “Hold it right there, friend. Drop the gun, be on your way.” It's Daniel, the current owner of the colt. I pretend to put it down but instead I point at him ready to shoot. “ I'm sorry Daniel but I need this to save my family.” “ Who the hell are you?” “ I'm a hunter just like you.” “Thief's more like it.” “ I will return it I just need it for a couple of days.” “Not happening, miss.” “Look, I have a chance to save my family’s lives. My family. But I need this gun to do it. So if you want to stop me? Kill me.” Daniel lowers his so I lower mine. “There's some hunters in Lawrence, the Campbells.” “Never heard of them.” “ That’s where the gun will be I promise. Thank you” I take the Colt and leave.

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We burst into the Walsh house to see the yellow eyed demon holding Mary against him using her as a shield. “ Mary! Let her go, you son of a bitch.” I yelled at it. “Where'd you get that gun?” He said looking at the colt I cock it and give Mary the signal to break away. As she does that the Yellow eyed demon smoked out of the poor bastard he was possessing. “Damn” Dean said, annoyed. I exit the house feeling uneasy. “Mary, what else did he say to you?” Dean asked. “I told you, just that he liked me.” Oh no is this when it happened how it knows her. “What did he mean by that?” Mary asked, a little scared. Samuel comes up to join us before we can answer. “Are you okay?” He asked Mary. “No, Dad, I'm pretty far from okay. Can we go?” She said walking away to the truck. “Nice job in there.” Samuel said to me which was weird. “I missed the shot.” I answered. “Take the compliment I'm saying that I was wrong about you guys.” He said, looking at us both. “We need to talk alone.” Dean said and he was right but what is wrong with Samuel. 

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“We have to kill this thing now, or Mary dies.” Dean said while we both were sitting.”What? How do you know that?” Samuel questioned. “We just do, okay?” I said pulling out Dads journal. “When?” “I don't know, maybe today, probably years from now, but it's happening, trust us.” “So what, are you guys some kind of psychics now too?” “ No, just listen to us.” He sits down too. “Now, this is gonna sound a little... actually it's gonna sound massively, massively crazy.”Dean said. What is he doing? ’’Mary is our mother.” Oh okay so we're doing this. “I am your grandson, she is your granddaughter and I know what the hell I'm talking about.” “You wanna run that by me again, son?” Samuel questioned this whole thing again. “ My real name is Dean Winchester. I was born January 24th, 1979. My parents are Mary and John Winchester.” I sigh.”My name is Y/n Winchester born November 2, 1984 to Mary and John WInchester. “I don't have to listen to this.” Samuel does not believe this. 

“Mary gets killed by a yellow eyed demon in 1984, and I think that this – what happened tonight – I think this is the moment that he caught her scent. Now, if we don't catch this thing now, and kill it, and it gets away? Then Mary dies. So I am asking you, please.” Dean is pleading with him at this point.”How did we know about the Colt? Huh? How did I know about the Yellow Eyed Demon? Or where it would be? were not making this up, Samuel.” I said, trying to get him on our side. “Every bone in my body is aching to put you six feet under, but there's something about you – I can't shake it. Now, I may be crazier than you guys but I believe you.” Yes but why was that too easy? ”I mean, how do we find this bastard?” “ with this the list” I said pointing at the page. “And with the Colt?” “Yes” “Here, let me see it.” Samuel said grabbing for it I held it back. “Sorry, we don't let anybody hold it.” “I'm your grandfather.” “ It's not you” I said, trying to be civil. “Sure it is, especially when it's me you're trying to kill.” Samurl said as his eyes went yellow and slammed Dean and I against the wall I knew there was something wrong.

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“Future kids, huh?” the YED walked over to Dean. I grunted trying to get up. “I only know one thing that's got the juice to swing something like that. You must have friends in high places. So, I kill your Mommy? That's why you came all this way? To see little old me?” Dean’s trying to get up too. “Oh, I came here to kill you.” Dean said, staring at his eyes. “Hey, wait a minute, if that slut Mary's your Mommy, are you... are you one of my psychic kids?” He leans in to sniff Dean. “No, not you. Maybe you.” He said walking over to me. “Get away from her you bastard!” Dean yelled. YED walks up to me and sniffs me.  "No you're not, must be another brother but you smell delicious almost as much as your mommy. Hey you planning to have kids so I can make more of my children. “ “Go back to hell” I spit in his face. “That's terrific, means it all worked out. After all, it's why I'm here.” “So that's what this is about, these deals you're making. You don't want these people's souls.” Dean yelled from across the room and the YED walked over to him. “No, I just want their children. I'm here to choose the perfect parents, like your Mommy.” “Why her? Why any of them?” “Because they're strong.” Deanna is starting to come around the corner to try to get to the colt. “They're pure, and they eat their Wheaties. My own little master race – they're ideal breeders.” “You're disgusting” I said to him. 

“ No sweetheart, I'm a dealer, there's a difference.” “Oh, get your mind out of the gutter. No one’s breeding with me. Though, Mary? Man, I'd like to make an exception. So far, she's my favorite.” “ So why make the deals?” Dean questioned trying to distract him. “I need permission. I need to be invited, into their houses, I know, I know, the – the red tape'll drive you nuts, but in ten short years, it'll all be worth it. ‘Cause you know what I'm gonna do to your sibling? I'm gonna stand over their crib and I'm gonna bleed into their mouth. Demon blood is better than Ovaltine, vitamins, minerals – it makes you big and strong.” “For what? So they can lead your discount demon army? Is that your big plan?” “Please, my end game's a hell of a lot bigger than that kid.” “End game? What end game?” “Like I'm gonna tell you, or those angels sitting on your shoulder. No, I'm gonna cover my tracks good.” “ You can cover whatever the hell you want, but I'm still gonna kill you.” “Right. Now that, I'd like to see.” “Maybe not today, but you look into my eyes, you son of a bitch, ‘cause I'm the one that kills you.” “So, you're gonna save everybody, is that right? Is that it? Well, I'll tell you one person that you're not gonna save. You're Grandpappy.” He takes out a knife and stabs himself. “NO!” Dean and I both screamed out. “NO!” Deanna screamed out too and the YED sent her flying to the floor she was crawling to the knife and he snapped her neck like a pretzel.  We’re released from the hold and I go for the colt to shoot but he's gone then I realize Mary’s not here. “Mary... Mary!” Dean and I ran out to the car. 

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I gasp awake and breath heavily and see Cas standing there. “Cas we couldn't stop it. She still made the deal. She still died in the nursery, didn't she?” I stare into his eyes. “ Don't blame yourself Y/n you couldn't have stopped it.” “ What do you mean?” “Destiny can't be changed, Y/n All roads lead to the same destination.” “ Screw destiny Cas, I make my own future and why did you even send us back then?’’ “For the truth. Now you know everything we do.” “ What the hell are you talking about?” Cas looks around and I realize. “Where is Sam?” “We know what Azazel did to your brother. What we don't know is why – what his endgame is. He went to great lengths to cover that up.” It's starting to make sense. “Where's Sam Cas?” “425 Waterman.” I start to get my things together and to get Dean. “You brother is headed down a dangerous road, Y/n, and we're not sure where it leads. So stop it. Or we will.” I'm about to leave when he says something “I'm glad you're okay.” “ Thank you Cas for everything.”

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Dean and I walk into the location and see something crazy.”So... Anything you wanna tell us, Sam?” Sam looked surprised that we were here.”Guys, hold on, okay? Just let me-""You gonna say, "let me explain"? You're gonna explain this? How about this? Why don't you start with who she is, and what the hell is she doing here?” I said angry. The girl looks at me.” Hi Y/n good to see you again” I am shocked. “Ruby?” She smiles.” Is that Ruby?” Dean asked, angry too. He does not respond and so Dean throws Ruby against the wall holding the demon against her. They tussle and she pins him. “Ruby! Stop it!” She's holding him in a chokehold.

So I throw her off and flip her to the ground. “Don't you ever touch my brother again!” She shakes her head and I let go. “Ruby, he's hurt.” Sam nodded to the injured man that was possessed. She and him limp out. “Did you have to do that?” Sam asked me, annoyed. “Oh I'm sorry Sam but did you forget she's a DEMON!” I said basically yelling. He walks away leaving me to think what happened in the four months that we weren't together.

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That's it hoped you liked it! Next chapter we meet Uriel let's just say him and Y/n won't be besties.

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Me again :D

So I have this idea for IT and do whatever you want with it but here it is:

The reader is friends with all The Losers and she (maybe a fem!reader?) always has her nose in a book? And they always tease her on how she can't see where she's going and things like that but they all actually look after her? Like they'll steer her out of the way of people or something?

Just a thought! Maybe you could write headcanons or a fic or anything else :]

Omg i love this ask!! I'm gonna start writing right away but i also have school so sorry if I reply a little late 😅 oh and i thought of this as like half fic half headcanon

Key words: y/n - your name ; l/n - last name ; y/n/n - your nickname

Losers club x fem!reader (platonic)

Warnings: slight cursing

(not my gif)

First let's start with headcanons

First things first your best friend must be addressed! Ben is your bestie, as well as Beverly but you he different reasons as to why they are

Ben and you are your typical book loving duo, you both have to be reading something except instead of you both reading at the library you're the one that walks around with a book up your nose, as Ben is the one in the public library exploring new kinds of book genres

And Beverly is friends with you because your another girl, enough said, and she likes to tease you a lot by hiding your books so that you ca see the world for once in your life

Every time you go out for a walk you're always out reading a book, i mean even while walking! It even results in to bumping in to someone or a tree because you weren't paying attention

And the losers love seeing you just hit your whatever (head, hand, wrist), stop reading, rub the hurt area a little bit and just continue to walk while reading like nothing happened, it's hilarious to them, well at least some of them

But in instances where you almost fall in to a ditch or run in to someone, like they would be talking about something, you being in another dimension and not listening, if they notice your not paying attention on what's in front of you they would slightly pinch your shirt and pull you away, or if that doesn't work one of them will just grab you and move you out of the way

And on the instance where it is your birthday they would give you books as a present, and you couldn't be happier but sometimes you tell them they don't have to buy you only books, but they always say they don't know what else to buy you since when they're out shopping you never look at the shops, but your book instead, yeh you would catch glimpses of the shops when you looked up occasionally but nothing caught your eye

Anyway now on to the one shots (yes there are multiple ones but it's basically iconic moments of you and da losers)

"hey y/n!" Richie called out, no reply

"i think she's lost in her books again." Ben said as he looked towards y/n to se her sitting on a towel, still fully clothed

"i mean for fuck's sake y/n! Enjoy the god damn view for once in your life!" Beverly yelled at the girl as she pointed towards the quarry

"hm?" Y/n questioned as if she didn't hear anything, not even lifting her head up still continuing to read like Bev didn't say anything

"that's it, I'm done with this." Beverly said as she got up from her rock, everyone looked at the ginger girl confused as she stomped her way towards y/n

"what the- hey!" Y/n yelled as Beverly picked her up, before y/n could jump you of her arms Beverly there her in to the lake, the other losers laughed as y/n got out of the water with a loud groan

"My book and clothes are ruined!" She yelled

"i like how you took acknowledge of the book firs and then your clothes." Mike chuckled as he pointed towards y/n's wet ass clothes

"i borrowed it from the library, I'm gonna love like $13!" She yelled, "you're paying for this Bev! Like literally." She added

"fine I'll give you my money you poorling." Bev said as she flailed $15 in the air, y/not out of the big body of water and dried her and before grabbing the $15

"I'm pretty sure the librarian is gonna get a hell of a good laugh when he hears your excuse." Richie said as he laid down on one of the rocks in what looks like to be an uncomfortable position

"yup."

One-shot number 2

The loser's were just walking down the street, the boy's had their bikes bikes to their left, Beverly was flailing her arms around while telling a crazy story that happened at her aunt's, and y/n... Well she was reading a book as usual not looking a where she was going

As she was about to hit a side of a building someone pulled her wrist harshly

"you gotta be more careful l/n, you're gonna get hurt." Stanley said as he let go of y/n's wrist

"thanks Stan." Y/n said as she moved the book a little farther from her face

But when still ended up hitting a pole that was in front of her

One-shot number 3

Everyone was gathered at Bill's house as everyone else was setting up snacks, pillows and blankets for movie night, y/n was sat on the couch reading a rather spicy book

Little did she know Richie was being her reading everything, somehow faster than her

"damn you're in to this stuff y/n/n?" Richie said startling the girl

"shush your speaking hole Richard!" She whispered

"well i didn't know you knew such big words." Wichita said as he out his hands halfway up as a way to say he surrendered, he walked away as y/n's face was red from embarrassment, she closed the book shut, out it in her bag and decided to help the others

And that is all i could muster up in my pea sized brain! Hope you like it and if you would like to change anything you can just message me :)

Anyway hope you have a great day/ night/ afternoon

Bye!!!

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Inspired by the tags under this post by @ninerivens <3 I wrote the majority of this fic back in Haunted and kinda forgot about it whoops, hence why I’m posting it at such a random moment.

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When the H.E.L.M. was being designed, there was one room tucked under its left wing that had a table with two chairs and a coffee machine, and many blinking monitors covering all of the widest wall. It turned out to be a good place to sit and talk when the main area was occupied, or just to and gather thoughts over a cup of awfully bitter coffee, and Zavala liked to watch it transform over the months of use: an Imperial banner looted from the Halpheas Electus strung over the kitchen counter, some spare parts left by Corsairs and gathering dust in the corner, a third chair brought here by an Eliksni technician when they were celebrating Crow’s “rez-day” here, back when things were simpler. Several mugs in significantly differing sizes clutter the cupboard. There is even a bedroll tucked behind the table, one Zavala has found himself sleeping on more than a few times lately. Crow has been talking about bringing more of those, maybe even a bunk bed, maybe some more folding chairs or a clock or a microwave. A Cabal-sized ottoman occupies one corner, next to a pile of blankets.

It is quiet here, now, save for the soft buzz of monitors and Crow’s measured breathing as he slumbers on the bedroll spread out under the opposite wall, curled around Glint like a cat. It must be horrendously late by City standards, but Zavala still holds a cup of fresh coffee, huffing on the surface and feeling hot vapour caress his face. The monitors blink—shifting images of the Leviathan’s rooms from different angles, awfully familiar by now, making his skin crawl all the same. He barely registers the quiet rustle as the door behind him slides open.

“Zavala,” the voice is soft, but he almost spills the coffee with how abruptly he turns around.

“Ca— Empress,” he stumbles, because this is an official space, even with all the mess and his lead scout currently snoring in the corner; but she only gives a weary shake of her head and he settles on, “Caiatl.”

“Could you… spare me a moment?”

“Always,” he moves to give her some room. With how small and cluttered the place is, her arm almost brushes against his shoulder when she comes to stand beside him.

Tension radiates off her, he can see it in how stiff her back is and how she clasps her hands in front of her, knuckles white, in the stained expression on her unhelmeted face. Worry curls in his stomach, but he doesn’t rush her—only watches as she stares at the monitors for a moment, then finally turns her gaze to him.

“The severance ritual,” she begins.

“Are you… alright?” An impulse makes Zavala want to put a hand over hers, but he resists it. Caiatl draws in a breath.

“Ghaul’s… the phantom’s words…”

“They’re lies,” he says immediately.

“They’re my own thoughts.” She looks away, and speaks slowly, as if every word was being pushed through her lips with great effort. “My own doubts. I… I fear putting the lives of my men in the Guardians’ hands. Every time, I’m second-guessing myself when I send them under someone else’s command.”

“That is a reasonable concern to have.”

“I fear I’m not taking something into account and will end up with a knife in my back, just like my father. I’m weighing the Guardians’ motives. The Red Legion razed your City; sometimes I have nightmares about my armada burning, a fair vengeance for that war.”

Zavala watches her wring her fingers, rings clicking against each other. Her hands must be warm, even in the coolness of the H.E.L.M., and they are soft and wide and safe, and he is trying not to think about this now but cannot help himself.

“Some time ago you said, ‘trust is still being built’.” He looks to her face half-turned away, blue streaks on her profile flickering in sync with the monitors. There is no accusation in his tone as he continues, “Are you worried I will betray you?”

“No,” she says this instantly, and then frowns, as if considering the words only after she had uttered them. “No, not you. I would lay my life in your hands.”

This is not spoken like a vow or a confession, but Caiatl is looking at him now, and something warm and so very soft coils in his chest without a warning. He puts the mug down.

“I wanted this to be clear between us,” she presses on, “and that what you heard—”

“It doesn’t change anything,” he interrupts, and shakes his head when she opens her mouth to speak. “You’ve never given me a reason not to trust you. We all have fears, but they’re not who we are.”

She sighs, “Zavala…”

“Caiatl.” He moves, because the tension is unbearable, because she keeps looking at him like she wants a way out but can’t find it, because her eyes glow dimly in the darkened room and he couldn’t break their gaze even if he wanted to. His hand touches her forearm and he marvels at the softness of her skin, at the electricity upon contact that has nothing to do with the Light. Caiatl’s shoulders slump, and she reaches back, her fingers brushing the side of his face.

From there it is easy to lean in, his forehead coming to rest against her chestplate and her chin atop his head, and then her arms curl around him, and he breathes in the mixed scent of musk, iron and herbs. They stay like this for a long, wonderfully warm minute; until a soft chuckle escapes Zavala and Caiatl hums at this inquisitively.

“You’d think it would be harder. This,” trapped in the embrace all he can do is shrug unhelpfully, though Caiatl’s gentle nod suggests she understood. “But frankly, I’ve found it quite effortless.”

“Easier than most things lately,” the small scoff she breathes out is almost a laugh. He shifts to look up at her, at her golden eyes and glimmering ring-bands, the long carved tusks casting strange shadows across her face.

Facing the risen Hive. Losing his faith. Falling in love. Losing his son, again, in a whole new and terrifying way, almost losing himself in the process. That moment in the Hangar when he watched Caiatl storm towards Crow and for one horrible second was ready to kill her.

He wants to speak but finds himself choked up.

Caiatl releases him and takes half a step back, though her hands still linger loosely on his shoulders. Her gaze wanders to Crow, curled up in a fetal position on the bedroll, his face smooth and calm under the few strands of hair that fall over it.

“I envy such peace.”

Zavala follows her eyes and for a moment they stay in silence, listening to the Hunter’s measured breaths. He moves slightly, only once, and his arm curls to hold Glint tighter to his chest.

“Sometimes I worry the only peace he ever gets is when he’s sleeping,” Zavala says quietly.

“And you?” She turns back to him, assessing him with her gaze.

“Hmm?”

“Have you been sleeping lately?”

He opens his mouth and stumbles, because it’s hard to lie straight to her face, “…there was a lot of work.”

“I see.”

“I’m fine, Caiatl.”

“If so, why are you making excuses?” She tilts her head, humour twinkling in her eyes. “Another thing I told you was that a true warrior knows when to fight and when to rest. Do not make me doubt your prowess, Commander.”

From his corner of the room Crow gives off a single, definitive snore, and this seals the spell. Caiatl chuckles, a warm and rumbling sound, and Zavala suddenly realises just how heavy his limbs feel—between coffee and the crutch that is Targe’s Light, he really hasn’t been sleeping for days. The Cabal otoman in the corner now looks incredibly appealing.

“Maybe I should heed your advice more often,” he says with a small smile. Caiatl lifts her tusks in amusement.

“You’d better.” The hand ghosting over his shoulder moves to scoop up his palm, and he squeezes her fingers. “See me tomorrow?”

“With pleasure.” A cynical voice in his mind whispers that the rate of crises as of late would have them meet whether they’d like it or not, but he brushes it away. They linger like this for a moment, until Caiatl lets go of his hand and pointedly gestures to Crow with her chin.

“Go rest. It must be late for you.”

She leaves with a smile in her eyes, and the warmth of it settles inside Zavala’s chest somewhere between the lungs, making him breathe deep and easy. He sinks into the otoman, head turned away from the blinking screens that buzz with a pleasant white noise. It is oh so warm, warmer still when he pulls a blanket over himself, and his bones all but melt into the plush as he drifts off. Crow mumbles something in his sleep. The measured footsteps of security frames come from the other room. A sensor beeps, somewhere far enough not to care.

And then there is no sound at all.

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six: you must be kidding me

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Despite not having worked at the company for very long, Y/n had been part of many meetings together with artists and their management teams. She figured that was probably the reason she didn’t feel nervous for her meeting with Changbin. In fact, she was more excited than anything.

Despite never having met him, she already knew that he was an impressive person when it came to music production. Soojeon had informed her that Changbin was part of 3RACHA, the three members of Stray Kids that produced all their music. Because of this, Y/n decided to listen through some of their discography in preparation for the meeting, and boy was she surprised.

Most groups she worked with had a fairly set image. Their music fell into four, max five different genres, but not much more than that. Stray Kids? Well, she hadn’t exactly counted the genres that she encountered in her quick investigation, but it seemed to be an endless number. Every song felt new, almost unexpected, but maybe that was what was expected of them; something completely new, creative in a way that was hard to put into words.

That’s why she was excited to meet Changbin. Discussing music with someone who knew the technicalities of music production was something she had been looking forward to since she accepted the job offer. His voice was unique too, and it was most definitely something she wanted to explore as much as possible.

She found herself almost watching the minutes tick by in anticipation of the meeting. She didn’t have a problem with producing music that was mainstream – it was mainstream for a reason, after all. However, as a producer with more than 150 released songs under her belt, she looked forward to sinking her teeth into something new. Something that would challenge her and teach her new things that she had never considered before.

Her musings were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door of her studio. A quick glance at the time told her that he was 10 minutes early, but if anything, she was glad to finally get started. So, she paused the track she had been working on, saved it, and went to open the door.

She had expected to be more than happy to see the person on the other side, but it seemed she was entirely wrong. Because in front of her stood the man from the cafeteria the other day, and she felt her giddiness slip away by the second.

“You must be kidding me,” she said incredulously, staring at him with a stricken expression on her face. Because truly, this had to be some kind of joke.

Changbin wasn’t any happier. He had spent the past two days being really excited to get help with his track – creating music was much easier and more fun when doing it together with someone. But of course, the one person he’d had a small spat with would be the one person who could help him.

At the time of the disagreement, he had felt entirely justified in his outburst. Actually, up until two seconds ago he had. If a random person criticized something they had no idea about, he was justified in being angry. Maybe he had been excessive in his reaction, but it was true that it was kind of rude for someone to try and mess with his production process.

Now that he saw who the person had been, though, he had never regretted something so much. She hadn’t been trying to mess with his process, but she had tried to help. And he had snapped at her, multiple times. Good lord, Changbin wanted nothing more than for the earth to swallow him whole at that exact moment.

After a few more seconds of silent staring, Y/n laughed. Changbin was more than confused, and glanced up at her face only to see her starting to shut the door. Panicked, he put his foot in between the door and the frame of it, effectively stopping the door in its tracks before it could shut completely.

“Son of a bitch,” he swore, screwing his face up in pain, “that seems a lot easier in dramas.”

Now, Y/n was absolutely annoyed at this man, because who the hell rejects help and then asks for it again? Actually, maybe that could be forgiven if he hadn’t rejected her help with such a horrible attitude. Still, she was annoyed to hell and back because of this one douchebag she’d had the misfortune of running into at the company cafeteria. That is exactly why she really didn’t want to laugh at his comment at that moment, because he didn’t deserve any of her time or attention; much less the positive kind. Sadly, she couldn’t help it, and she let out a small snort at his comment.

Changbin seemed to take this as his cue to talk, and moved his foot away from the doorframe, leaning against it instead. He still kept one hand on the door, as though he feared she would try to shut it once again.

“Y/n, I am so sorry for what happened in the cafeteria; it was far from professional, and I really shouldn’t have let my bad mood go out over you,” he started, and briefly, she thought that his apology seemed sincere. Briefly. “But in my defense, I didn’t know who you were at the time.”

She really wished that he had shut his stupid mouth at that point, because his addition infuriated her once more. “Seo Changbin, you’re a dumbass,” she told him spiritedly, “even if I hadn’t been who I am, snapping at someone is completely unacceptable. Just because you happen to have a shitty day, you can’t make someone else’s day worse. Literally what did you think that would justify? You spoke out loud about the issue you were having with a track, and someone who very obviously had no ill intent offered you a piece of advice, and you what? Call them a brat?”

“Hey, you were on my ass before I said that!” While he was correct, this didn’t placate Y/n in the slightest. At her silence, Changbin sighed deeply. “Look, what can I do to make this right? I really am sorry, but I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“What I want is for you to apologize and admit that you were unnecessarily rude. Whether or not it was me the-”

“You’re right,” Changbin admits without a single second of hesitation. “I really shouldn’t have done that in the first place, but I at least should have apologized. No matter who had offered help.”

At his ready admission, Y/n just blinked. She had expected a lot of push-back, but he had offered virtually none. It took her a few seconds to decide whether or not she should actually forgive him, and the whole time, the man in the doorway to her studio was fidgeting nervously, shifting his weight around in every possible way.

“Fine,” she finally relented, causing a grin to spread across the man’s face. “Let’s just start over instead, yeah? Hi, I’m Y/n, the new producer here at JYPE.”

With her words, she extended her right hand, ready to shake hands and proverbially forget his earlier actions. The man jumped on the opportunity, shaking her hand eagerly with a huge grin plastered on his features. Internally, Y/n marveled at the size and strength of his hands; seriously, was this man just a mountain of muscle?

“Hi Y/n, it’s so nice to meet you. My name is Changbin.”

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supernatural s10e2 reichenbach (w. andrew dabb)

truly didn't notice dean's jacket or the amulet just *squint* why is his face all smooth like the unfortunate cg choices in twilight breaking dawn

forgot to look it up but yes padalecki injury from... wrestling with kevin at a con??

Sam's arm is seen in a sling because Jared injured his shoulder and had to have surgery. It was still healing when filming for the season commenced. The injury occurred while wrestling with Osric Chau at Jus In Bello Italy 2014. Watch video of Osric relating how it happened. The explanation given in the show is that Sam was injured by a demon while he and Cas were searching for clues to Dean's disappearance. Sam wears the sling in the first four episodes of the season. Jared had previously wore a plaster cast on screen in season two for episodes 2.05 Simon Said through to 2.11 Playthings, following an on-set injury to his wrist.

how old is this cole dude supposed to be? his actor (travis aaron wade) is older than jackles.... (born 1975 and 1978, respectively).

when he was 13, it says. okay but LOL. at the choices in the past to have young dean be a different actor so he was supposed to be some mid20s lookin dude at 18/19 😂 i get so hung up on these silly pointless details

COLE Now…I know Dean's family and all, but he gave you up. And you have no reason to protect him -- none.

aforementioned family surely isn't enough

kind of clever i guess technically cutting between sam getting tortured and dean beating the shit out of the dude at the strip club (to the same song dean had in his pg-13 stripper dream from whenever ago when anna showed up in it [s5e13]) but then kind of sucks any fun out of dean beating the shit out of the dude. which maybe they're making a point or maybe they're just being tonally confusing again :p or maybe i just have extra strong feelings about torture in media!

SAM The Mark --I-I guess it --it just messed him up. I don't know. CASTIEL That is a vast understatement.

made me laugh

also, like that j2 interview, i need someone to tell me to make my observations snappier

i was wondering if dean knew he was a demon. brain scrambling desperately to figure out where he's looking. but it's all the same!

CROWLEY And I know that you want to keep the party going. You want to have fun, fun, fun till daddy takes the black eyes away.

is sam going to be daddy in this scenario?

HANNAH I understand the three beans, but...What's the surprise?

apparently we needed a lady angel to be clueless like cas too

show sure is trying to act like it wants them to smooch. the very special episode where hannah learns why humans and their feelings aren't so bad after all and maybe she wants to smash cas? if smashable

how i feel about the angel subplots generally 😔

DEAN Does it matter? He was a douche. Now he's a dead douche. CROWLEY Of course it matters! The deal was one dead wife for one soul. The wife's not dead, I don't get the soul. It's math.

also made me laugh. demon math ✅

DEAN Oh, whatever I want. CROWLEY Really? Because I think you don't know what you want. Tell me, Dean -- what are you? A demon? If so, why isn't Lester's wife dead? Did you feel sorry for her? So maybe you're human. Except you have those pretty black peepers and you're working alongside me. Why don't you do us all a great big favor and PICK A BLOODY SIDE?!

doesn't want sam but also rudderless

DEAN Or what? Hmm? Go ahead. Make a move. See how it ends. I ain't your friggin' bestie, and I ain't taking orders from you. When I need to kill, I'll call. Until then, stay out of my way. CROWLEY Fine. It's over. What can I say? Crazy ones -- well, they're good for a fling, but they're not relationship material.

that does not seem like the most practical place to stow your special knife on your person

CROWLEY You're here for Dean. I'm here to give him to you. SAM What? CROWLEY The little prat's bad for business. He's...uncontrollable. Must be the Mark. Anyway, Dean's your problem now -- again, forever.

yes, the mark. that's it!

HANNAH Metatron. METATRON I knew you'd come back. That white-hot spark between us -- I felt it.

ew david

METATRON Well...Everybody wants something. Question is, are you willing to pay for it? Are you willing to...I don't know -- let me out? Oh, come on. don't look so shocked. You knew what I'd ask for. And you wouldn't have come here if you weren't willing to pony up. HANNAH It doesn't make it any easier.

.... what

METATRON Fair enough. So... Let me sweeten the pot. I have had time to... think. And I've decided -- screw earth. You pop that lock, I'll give you Castiel's Grace and then scamper off to another planet -- another galaxy, even --and you will never see me again. And in return... you get Cas back at full power -- large and in charge. And that's what you really want, isn't it? Somebody big and strong telling you what to do. Poor little Hannah. You're so desperate to be dominated.

double ew jfc

METATRON Ugh. You know perfectly well what she's doing, ass-tiel.

so childish but i still laughed

that piano does not sound like it's doing so hot lol

from wiki

The few notes Dean plays on the piano appear to be from the Beatles song "Hey Jude," which was the song Mary would sing to Dean as a lullaby.

and it's so few notes i figured lemme play the song to hear the piano at the beginning but then i'm just listening to it and crying because dead parent and hey jude

SAM It doesn't matter, all right? 'Cause whatever went down, whatever happened, we will fix it. DEAN Will we? 'Cause right now, I'm doing all I can not to come over there and rip your throat out... with my teeth. I'm giving you a chance, Sam. You should take it. SAM I'm gonna have to pass. DEAN Well, I'm not walking out that door with you. I'm just not. So, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna kill me? SAM No. DEAN Why? You don't know what I've done. I might have it coming. SAM Well, I don't care. Because you are my brother. And I'm here to take you home.

was thinking earlier how sam had the whole soul being shoved back in thing and the gadreel being shoved in thing, about time dean had something forcibly shoved in him thing

DEAN Hmm. Ah! “You're my brother, and I'm here to take you home.” Yeah, what is this, a Lifetime movie? Huh? With your puppy-dog eyes? Oh, thanks, Sammy. I needed that.

i do like how he's made demon!dean pretty distinct from human!dean. so much smiling!

COLE Nyack, New York, June 21, 2003.

okay so. he's supposed to be.... 24. and his actor is 39. he does have a young face! but. this reminds me of how i could not wrap my head around chiyoh's actor supposedly knowing hannibal when he was young lol other than ~magic~

looking very well hinged there, dean-o

rolling my eyes at the extended staring at the picture of dean and crowley and hey there lonely girl.

DEAN You call that mercy? Imagine you spend your whole life hunting down the guy that knifed your father. When you finally find him... He whips you like a dog. How do you think that feels?

putting aside we saw cole bleeding all over the library for demon research for a second, unless they're the only special ones that double down and go back after the guy... :p safe to assume he's just gonna come after you again

DEAN And what I'm gonna do to you, Sammy... Well, that ain't gonna be mercy, either.

now see that is actually distressing! stakes i care about

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 10x02 #andrew dabb #demon dean #na na na na-na-na hey jude 🥲

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12x14 I assume that I have already written about this back in the day, but I think it’s worth noting again how Dean and Sam deal with Mary’s “betrayal” as an unit and how they deal with it as individuals. Sam and Dean are of course upset that she lied to them (though I’m kind of confused what Mary’s “I’m sorry you had to find out like this” was supposed to mean. She volunteered the information after all.) but their objection to her working with the BMOL are mostly “WE have history, WE don’t trust them”. Which means that they expect Mary to align with their sense of morals, instead of allowing her to make her own choices.

Also, Dean is on Sam’s case because he’s not “picking a side”, neither when Dean’s showing Mary the cold shoulder, nor when Dean was showing Cas the cold shoulder. Why would Sam have to pick a side (and I’m sure Dean means “be on my side, feel the same thing I feel, be an extension of my emotions”)? Stupid commentary from Mr. Winchester about Sam dealing with Mary’s betrayal the way that works for him.

You know... at the end of the day, the Winchesters are all the same X3 Sometimes I think Sam’s the only sane one, but then I think about the chaos he gets up to, so nah.

So, Mary tells Sam that the reason she is working with the BMOL is to create a world where Sam doesn’t have to hunt. When Sam tells her that he CHOSE to hunt, she doesn’t even seem to listen. She reaffirms that a world without monsters will undo Sam’s choice. I just... Why does everyone tell Sam that Sam wants to get out of the life? Sam doesn’t want out of the life, he has chosen hunting again and again! Just let that guy hunt :/ (Looking at you, finale.)

I guess this episode seems to be about people telling other people who they are supposed to be... And, what maybe annoys me, the characters fitting themselves into those ideas. Why are we having Dean reduced to being angry, needing to control Sam, needing to punch something, needing a drink, getting home from getting a drink to need more drinks, allowing in Ketch because he brings drinks, listening to Ketch telling him that he’s a killer, going out to work a case with Ketch because there are vamps to kill (I thought we don’t work with the BMOL, Dean?), taking on a nest of 10 vampires with a guy you don’t know or trust (why? what point are you proving?)

Also... EH? Sam says he wants in, because the BMOL are changing the world and the alpha Vampire is dead. I don’t know if maybe Sam missed the episode, but it was Sam who killed him... Sure, they located and had Mary steal the Colt but apart from that...? Hmpf.

This is just a weird episode... (As the whole BMOL plot tends to be, partially also because it leaves no more nuance that the show has established - now all monsters are bad again, now all monsters must be killed. It’s just a matter of how - Dean, to show that he’s a good guy, stopped Ketch from beating up the vampire girl, offering a quick death instead. The Winchester’s moral compass allows and approves of torture and suffering, but when others do it it’s usually suspect.)

Anyway, I’m sure you could dig a bit and find some redeeming things about this whole arc but I’ve not really enjoyed the second half of this season all that much.

#Effi stuff