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watchingspnagain · 21 days
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Rewatching Lucifer Rising
Welcome to “Dean Is a Cat and We Want Cheeseburgers: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!
Up today, s4e22: Lucifer Rising.
The cold open shows Azazel possessing a priest in 1972 and doing a ritual to speak to Lucifer. Luci tells him that he needs Lilith to break the seals that imprison him and that Azazel should look for a special boy. In the present, Sam and Ruby are after one of Lilith’s minions, planning to extract info from her and then have Sam drink up so he will be powerful enough to kill Lilith. Meanwhile, Dean is grump about Sam, and Bobby rips him a new one over it. Dean is then mysteriously zapped to a luxurious “Green Room,” where Zach and Cas explain that they’re keeping him safe because it’s inevitable that the last seal with be broken. Dean calls Sam and leaves a voicemail apologizing for being a dick, but the message Sam receives has been altered into an abusive rejection, which spurs Sam on in his plan. Back in the GR, Zach explains that heaven *wants* the apocalypse so they can bring about heaven on earth—and drops the fact that Dean is destined to kill Lucifer. Dean then argues with Cas that the angel *knows* that letting so many people die in an apocalypse is wrong, and Cas eventually comes round, in a bit of business that is approximately a floppitygillion times more homoerotic than it needed to be (we’re good with it). Cas banishes Zach with a sigil, tells Dean that *killing* Lilith is the final seal, and takes them to Chuck the Prophet to find out where Sam is. An archangel shows up to stop this, Cas stays to hold him off (die), and Dean goes after Sam. He’s too late, though. Sam kills Lilith, her blood flows through a weird spiral whoozit, and Ruby reveals that she’s been working with Lilith all along to bring this about. Sam holds Ruby, Dean stabs her with the demon knife, Lilith’s blood completes its journey through the spiral, and FADE TO WHITE.
Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.
[and we begin:]
Mace:
oooh yeah the song
Lor:
YEP
Mace:
priests outfits are ridiculous sometimes
Lor:
RIGHT?
Mace:
i mean, if they want to wear dresses, just do it, man. no judgement. or at least much less than touching boys
Lor:
RIGHT?!
Lor:
this is why you put devil's traps in churches
Mace:
ha!
Lor:
their own fault really
Mace:
i’m not buying that these nuns are scared. they’d more likely be like, “Right, let’s gang up on this a-hole and do some EXORCISING”
Lor:
YAAAAAAS
Mace:
oh sweet BEAN
Lor:
especially the handful of older ones
Mace:
YES
Lor:
aw his FACE
Lor:
you better go hug him
Mace:
YES
Mace:
YAS
Mace:
maybe also a little light petting
Lor:
sure sure, just a little light petting
Mace:
he’s so SAD
Lor:
don't distract him TOO much he has a season to finish
Mace:
snork
Lor:
and it's his turn to be a mess, so
Mace:
Dean’s upset, his collar is extra popped to indicate
Lor:
"don't make me get my gun, boy." Bobby. He doesn't need shot he needs kicked up the patootie
Mace:
it IS his turn
Lor:
LOLOLOLOL
Mace:
HAHAHA
Lor:
look, Dean. eat a cookie, go to therapy, and put on your hunter panties
Mace:
YAS
Mace:
give him that tough love
Lor:
YAAAAS BOBBY
Mace:
HAHAHA BOBBY
Lor:
"you stupid STUPID son of a bitch"
Mace:
I was talking to Lor, but okay
Mace:
YES
Lor:
LOL
Lor:
"no. you sound like your DAD"
Mace:
“you sound like your dad” OFFSIDES
Lor:
GET HIM BOBBY
Lor:
LOLOLOL
Lor:
"you are a better man than your daddy ever was" AAAAAAAAAA
Mace:
YAS
Lor:
CAS
Lor:
time for what? smooches?
Mace:
HAHAHAHA
Mace:
MMM burgers
Lor:
what is that on the table? a lure Holy Grail? like in Indiana Jones?
Lor:
yeah but it's the "uh oh something's wrong" beer
Mace:
HAHAHA
Lor:
"you're looking fit" PISS OFF, ZACHARIAH
Mace:
omg SUITE LIFE
Lor:
YES
Lor:
"tempting. weird"
Mace:
HAHAHA
Lor:
"bail on the holodeck" I love him, the little nerd
Mace:
from a kid’s show to ST. wow. impressive
Lor:
he has range
Mace:
he really does
Lor:
"well work harder"
Mace:
so bossy
Lor:
Iiiii'm okay with it
Mace:
Cas isn’t. that’s his job
Lor:
until Cas is ready to step in. he can stand in for now
Lor:
LOLOLOL
Mace:
HAHAHAHA
Mace:
ooo the stutter. sweet DeanDean
Lor:
YES
Mace:
aw, he listened to Bobby
Mace:
good boy
Lor:
"I'm not Dad" you take that talk from Bobby to heart, Dean
Lor:
YES
Mace:
oh Sammy
Lor:
right?
Lor:
poor dude
Mace:
GET THIS
Lor:
well, demon, the editing suggests Sam
Lor:
YAS
Mace:
HAHAHAHA
Lor:
oh Sam
Mace:
right?
Lor:
LOLOLOL DEAN OMG
Mace:
omg DEAN IS A CAT
Lor:
YES HE IS
Mace:
Cas is looking particularly prickly and gorgeous today
Lor:
HE IS
Lor:
"fine. I'll go with you" sigh
Lor:
he will say that so many times and it will get more and more devoted each time and I LOVE IT
Mace:
YES
Lor:
Dean was right, Sam. he was just a monumental jerk about it
Mace:
HA
Lor:
lol the way he checks the wall to be sure
Mace:
HOWLER MONKEY
Lor:
LOL
Lor:
"you don't want to stop it, do you" and it aaaaaall suddenly makes sense
Mace:
this guy is so good
Lor:
oooo I hate Zach and the actor is so good
Lor:
HA! YES
Lor:
oh Dean. he's so worried
Mace:
is that a painting of Michael between them in the background
Lor:
I think so (ED: unless it’s Lucifer? *shrug*)
Mace:
that’s fabulous
Lor:
and it might even be on purpose this time
Lor:
ah
Lor:
"where's god in all this?" ooof, Dean
Mace:
yeah
Lor:
I love the little wing sounds when Cas shows up
Mace:
YES
Lor:
"he's gonna do it to himself" GAH
Mace:
ooof
Lor:
"WE’VE BEEN THROUGH MUCH TOGETHER YOU AND I" my A03 handle!
Mace:
HAHAHAHA
Lor:
LOL the punch
Mace:
YES
Lor:
"you know what's real? people. families" oooooo I never realized that much much later when Dean asks what's real and Cas says "we are" it parallels this
Mace:
oooo NICE
Lor:
you tell him, Dean
Mace:
YES
Lor:
he just wants to give you whatever your little heart wants, Dean, keep trying
Mace:
YESYESYES
Mace:
they stand so close to each other I LOVE IT
Lor:
RIGHT?!
Lor:
*kisses whoever blocked this on the top of the head*
Mace:
“we’re done” but then when he looks back and sees Cas is gone, he’s so heartbroken
Mace:
GAH
Mace:
BOYS
Lor:
YES
Lor:
OMG NO
Mace:
RIGHT?!
Lor:
I FORGOT ABOUT THE FAKE VOICEMAIL
Mace:
STUPID ANGEL ASSHOLES
Mace:
GOD I WANT A CHEESEBURGER
Lor:
oooof and it being what Dean said that made him pause and then what he thinks Dean said pushing him over the edge
Mace:
omg Cas pushing Dean against the wall NNNNGGGG
Lor:
I'm sorry what? my brain went offline when Cas pushed Dean against the wall covering his mouth
Lor:
YAS
Mace:
HAHAHAHA
Lor:
YES CAS
Mace:
HOW do people deny Destiel exists after a scene like that?!?!
Mace:
willful ignorance, clearly
Lor:
I genuinely have no idea
Lor:
blindness? homophobia?
Mace:
HA
Lor:
like, these two start eyefucking the first time they're on screen and never stop?
Mace:
RIGHT?!?!
Mace:
homophobia and dipshittery
Lor:
"we're making it up as we go" AND DEAN'S FACE
Lor:
YEP
Mace:
YES
Lor:
I feel like maybe they should have read? something about all these seals?
Mace:
right?!
Mace:
poor Sammy
Mace:
fell for the honeypot
Lor:
he really really did
Mace:
he needs comforting, but after he gets a good slap upside
Lor:
yeah
Mace:
omg the Dumbo reference is perfect
Lor:
"you had it in you the whole time, Dumbo"
Lor:
YES
Lor:
"I don't care"
Mace:
YAS
Mace:
Sammy’s FACE
Lor:
i mean, she should have known that big brother Dean was gonna kill her for what she did to Sammy. pay attention, Ruby
Lor:
YES
Mace:
yep
Lor:
and his VOICE when he says "I'm sorry"
Mace:
Sammy has SUCH a good little brother face here
Lor:
YES
Lor:
omg I LOVE that it fades to white
Mace:
YES
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somelokivariant · 10 months
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oh nothing, just thinking of Jensen Ackles with the slicked back hair and glasses
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Damage Control - 1x18 Something Wicked
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Dean’s a stubborn ass. He’s bleeding down the right side of his face, from a wound originating somewhere under his hair, but he refuses to let Sam look at it until Michael is settled for the rest of the night. Impatiently, he at least takes the towel Sam pushes at him and wipes at his forehead, but Sam knows it’s for Michael’s sake more than for him. The kid has been through enough for months of nightmares; he doesn’t need to keep looking at a bloody face to add to the horror. 
Sam sees Dean launch into full big brother mode when he tucks the kid in with a glass of warm milk, talks to him in soft, understanding tones and stays until Michael is asleep - with the promise that they’ll be right next door if he needs them. It’s peculiar, watching this behavior as a bystander, to see Dean’s familiar body language - the protective looming, his shoulders somehow broader than they really are, his 6’1 an impenetrable shield against the threats of the outside world. 
For so many years, it had been Sam at the focal center of Dean’s brotherly protection, and only now is he becoming fully aware of what it all meant. After what Dean told him about the Shtriga and that he still blames himself for what happened all those years ago; after learning how harshly Dad had treated Dean - a 9yo far too young to carry the weight of such responsibility - Sam feels like his eyes have been opened. So often, he had bitten Dean’s head off for his blind obedience to their father. He’d fought against Dean’s overpowering protectiveness, feeling patronized, not realizing it was born of a deep sense of duty and an ingrained fear - the fear of making a fatal mistake, of getting Sam killed, of failing at the one job Dean had been given by their father.
Sam’s only ever seen the oppressive side of Dean’s behavior. Now, seeing him tug Michael’s blanket up to his chin, turning on the nightlight before he leaves, casting one last watchful glance over the boy, he remembers similar moments from his childhood - moments of gentle care that belonged just as much to his big brother as his coarseness. Dean had looked after Sam his whole life. It may have felt stifling and diminishing to Sam. But at least some of Dean’s exaggerated protectiveness had been born of the need to make up for a mistake no one should ever have blamed him for, least of all their father.
With Michael asleep, they return to their own motel room. Dean still can’t quite shed his vigilance, although the Shtriga is dead. He keeps pacing, looking out the window every other loop, at the building opposite, where Mike’s room is softly illuminated by the night light. Only when Sam puts a glass of whiskey into his hand does he finally sit down. He sips, in quick succession, while his free hand unconsciously rubs at his head, where he’s injured.
“How’s your head?”
“Huh?” Dean looks at Sam, puzzled.
“Dude, your head wound? Your hair is caked with dried blood.”
“What?” As he seems to remember his injury, his frown turns into a scowl. “It’s fine, Sam. It’s nothing.”
“Yeah, you always say that, and then you end up cross-eyed and puking your guts out. Or we lose our deposit because you bleed on the sheets all night. We’ve been there.” 
Sam approaches his brother cautiously. Normally, he’d leave Dean alone. The wound has apparently stopped bleeding, and there’s none of Dean’s telltale concussed pallor or dizziness. But tonight’s revelations have shaken Sam, and he feels the need to do something for Dean, to make up for some of that messed-up self-blame his big brother has been carrying for all these years.
“Oh, come on, Sammy. This is ridiculous.” Annoyed, Dean slams his empty whiskey glass onto the table. 
Sam’s not giving up. He pulls out the puppy dog eyes. “Humor me?”
Dean’s eye roll is almost comical. He shakes his head, grunts, then sighs in resignation.
“Okay, fine. If it gets you off my ass, suit yourself.” He gestures at his head. 
Sam takes two steps and leans down to inspect the damage. Methodically parting Dean’s spiky hair with his fingers, he quickly finds the gash two inches above the hairline. 
“This could use a stitch or two,” he declares. “But I’ll have to shave-”
“Dude, you’re not shaving my head!”
“It’d just be a small spo-”
“No, uh-uh!” Dean swats Sam’s hand away. “Not a chance in hell!”
“If I don’t sew this, you’ll have a ugly scar.”
“... that nobody’s gonna see unless I go Vin Diesel any time soon. Just clean it and leave it, man. Stop being a drama queen!”
Sam raises his hands, then lets them sink. 
“Fine.”
With Dean being his usual annoying self, Sam’s Florence Nightingale urges are ebbing quickly. He still feels guilty about his ignorance, is still mad at Dad for screwing his brother up like that, so early in his life. Dad had not only treated Dean like a soldier under his command, he’d also expected him to act like a grown up when all he’d been was an overwhelmed, abandoned kid who’d done everything he could to keep his little brother safe. Even worse. When Dean had failed at the impossible task, John had withheld absolution and, instead, sent his oldest son to correct his “mistake” after letting him stew in his guilt for more than twenty years.
Anger twists in Sam’s chest. But he’s not going to let it out on his stupid, stubborn brother.
“Alright then.” 
While Dean refills his whiskey glass, Sam unzips the small first aid kit he keeps in his overnight bag. Armed with gauze, disinfectant wipes and a wet bath towel, he steps back in front of Dean, cleans the wound and does his best to get the blood out of his brother’s hair. Dean grumbles his irritation through all of it, not making Sam’s job easier by frequently tipping his head to throw back more whiskey. When Sam scrubs at his brother’s cheek to erase every last trace of blood, Dean draws a line.
“Alright, mom, that’s enough!” He pushes Sam aside. “Gimme that!” He takes the towel from Sam and roughly wipes it across his face, then tosses it aside. “There. You happy now?”
Sam sees him cast yet another look out the window. Even with several shots of whiskey inside him, Dean hasn’t lost any of his alert intensity. 
“You gonna keep that up all night?” Sam asks.
“What?”
“Standing guard.”
“I’m not-”
“Yes, you are. The shtriga is dead, Dean. You killed it. It’s not coming back. Michael is safe.”
“Yes, I know, but-” 
Dean breaks off, struggling to explain himself. Sam sees him sorting through emotions that took hold fifteen years ago. The look in his brother’s eyes is that of a haunted man, and Sam wonders if this is one particular ghost they will never be able to chase away entirely.
“I’m safe, Dean.” Sam says on instinct. “You’ve kept me safe, all those years.” 
Dean’s eyes flick over to him, suddenly big and wet. It’s just a moment, before the older Winchester blinks and turns away, reaching for the whiskey again. He uncaps it and drinks right from the bottle.
“You go to bed,” he says gruffly. Shoulders tense, he sits back in his chair, angled so he’s got a good view through the partially opened curtain. “I’m just gonna…”
“Yeah.” Sam nods and steps behind his brother to give his shoulder a quick, understanding squeeze. “I know. Good night.”
Sam falls asleep half an hour later, Dean’s silhouette solid and still on his watchpost.
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The Kevin Tran Eras Tour: [2/25] [7x22 - There Will Be Blood]
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ywhiterain · 2 years
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42, Sam Winchester and his blurry spouse
I think I last decided it was Luis from the pilot.
“I swear it was an accident," Sam said.
Luis stared at his once beautiful kitchen, now covered in cocoa. "I'm not sure I want to know."
"So, get this," Sam said said and Luis felt dread build up. Those three words always meant his day was going to get ruined. "DJ overheard me telling you about the first time I made a molotov cocktail."
Luis closed his eyes and rubbed them. "You were six and your dad was pretending to help you with the science fair."
Their son was now six. They'd decided to keep the family business on Sam's side of the family a secret for a few more years.
"The good thing," Sam said, "is that he doesn't know what a molotov cocktail is. So I improvised."
"But you still made it explode," Luis said. Sam Winchester was blessed with high intelligence and profound stupidity at the same time. Personally, he blamed the multiple head injuries. "Why couldn't you make it water? Water dries, man. Cocoa gets into the cracks and draws bugs."
"It's easy to say that in hindsight," Sam said. Luis glared at him. "If I agree rob a few banks digitally to get enough money to buy us a house, will you drop this?"
"Now that is the man I married," Luis said.
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psychicmyst-blog-blog · 4 months
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New paranormal video.
We performed a séance on Friday the 13th in October 2023 to call the spirit of a spirit cat that has been showing itself to our family ever since we moved in a couple of years ago.
We wanted to find out why this little kitty was still here as it is unusual for an animal spirit to stick around for very long
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spnj2fanlw · 5 months
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tenebri · 1 year
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I started watching The Winchesters and the last scene of the first episode shows Impala with the “kaz” plates but they changed it after season 3 in supernaturals. Does that mean anything?
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brosbeinghomies · 2 years
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this close to rewatching supernatural again
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supernaturalfreewill · 9 months
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"Sam! Oh my God! Sam!" You were standing at the edge of the river, wide-eyed when he resurfaced. "Jesus, please tell me you're okay!"
He hauled himself up onto the bank, his chest heaving, water running off him in rivulets, his clothes sticking to him. "I'm fine," he gasped out, shaking as much water off as he could. "I'm good. Are—are you?"
You nodded, heaving a sigh of relief, looking him up and down. "That was absolutely insane. What the hell were you thinking?"
He shrugged, peering at you. He'd been thinking that he had to keep you safe and damn the consequences. It was that simple. "I don't know," he said. "But it worked."
"You Winchesters..." you mused, shaking your head again. You broke into a smile as you took in how utterly soaked he was. "You're absolutely drenched. You must be freezing. Come on," you said. He started back toward the car, and you watched him waddling a few feet before you couldn't stifle a laugh anymore.
"What?" he asked, turning to glance at you.
"Nothing," you said, smirking at him again. Once he'd resumed his sodden pace toward the parking lot, you bit your bottom lip and jogged a little to catch up to his long strides. "By the way," you started, "you look good all wet."
He looked over at you in surprise and then laughed abashedly. "Stop."
"No, I'm dead serious!" you insisted. "10 out of 10. If it weren't for the imminent danger of hypothermia I'd have swooned right at the bank just from the sight of you."
And Sam Winchester, laughing again, was blushing.
Prompt: "By the way, you look good all wet."
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ananke-xiii · 3 months
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moments before disaster supernatural edition pt1
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somelokivariant · 2 years
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My introduction post <333
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this is only half of what you will find on this board (”🎶 PuT tHe PeEpS iN tHe ChiLLi PoT aNd AdD tHe M&mS🎶”)
use #charactersthatsharetraitswithme i wanna see what yall got
i also encourage u to look up ur mbti characters it was so fun-
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Happy Spooky Season everyone! I hope you enjoy this spooky fic which I have been spinning in my mind like a rotisserie chicken since March!
If you can handle the content warnings, check this one out because it was a lot of fun, a lot of work, and there's a lot of content to come 👀
*** Summary:
Because Grantaire doesn’t feel that way about him. Grantaire is his friend, and Enjolras will love him from a distance, and that’s the way it’s always been, the way it’s always going to be.
Enjolras’ blood freezes in his veins.
It’s so obvious.
This isn’t Grantaire.
Word count: 13, 640 (Chapter 1/2)
Pairings: Enjolras/Grantaire
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woundlingus · 7 months
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There are only two ways by which a person becomes bisexual:
🏳️‍🌈They are thus born; or
💸They are assigned by an entertainment company in exchange for monetary compensation.
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