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#the prettiest billionaire

REBECCA WELTON | TED LASSO 3.12

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Press: Elizabeth Olsen, Much Like Wanda Maximoff, Comforts Herself With Classic TV

W MAGAZINE: For W’s second annual TV Portfolio, we asked 26 of the most sought-after names in television to pay homage to their favorite small-screen characters by stepping into their shoes.

WandaVision was the first television show produced by Marvel Studios, and any gamble Disney+ took to make the series happen immediately paid off. At one point during its nine-episode run, WandaVision was the most popular streamed show in the world (beaten only recently by another Marvel series, Loki). The suburbia-set series received critical acclaim, snagging 23 Emmy nominations—one of those for Elizabeth Olsen, who was nominated for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Limited or Anthology Series or Movie for her performance as the titular Wanda—and convinced even the biggest Marvel skeptics to buy into its delicious plot.

It might come as a surprise, then, that Olsen doesn’t really watch that much contemporary television herself. But who could blame the actress, when most of her time is spent filming scenes for the Marvel Cinematic Universe as Wanda Maximoff (also known as the Scarlet Witch), a wielder of chaos magic who materializes in the small town of Westview—first as a 1950s-era housewife married to a humanlike robot named Vision (played by Paul Bettany), then as a ’60s housewife, then a ’70s housewife, and so on. When the actress does watch television, though, she prefers to get into some of those older shows, like Murder, She Wrote, which she chose to re-create above, and, of course, episodes of ’90s sitcoms like Full House, of which there was no dearth in the actress’s childhood.

My contract with Marvel was done. Kevin Feige, who runs Marvel, had me come into his office, and he pitched me WandaVision. I loved the concept of it, but I was terrified of a new streaming service—that is now Disney+.

Did you know the entire concept going in, or was it revealed to you over time?

He told me that he wanted to create a story about Wanda Maximoff manipulating reality to mimic the sitcoms that she grew up with in order to comfort herself. He wanted it to be kind of trippy, for it to feel like a sitcom, but twisted, kind of Twilight Zone-y. That reminded me of Twilight Zone: The Movie, where there’s a boy who is obsessed with television, has a horrible family, and he conjures up a bunny that kills his whole family. It’s really wacky. I just thought, It would be incredible if we do anything that’s a piece of that.

Were you personally a fan of I Love Lucy and other old sitcoms?

Yeah, I watched Nick at Nite all the time. I loved I Love Lucy, Laverne & Shirley. I didn’t like The Brady Bunch, but I loved the Brady Bunch sequel movies. That made me excited to get to reference The Brady Bunch [in WandaVision].

Did you shoot the episodes in order, or did you go back and forth between the 1950s and ’60s?

We tried to film everything in order. The exteriors, though, we hopped around. Our fences, the color of the houses, the flowers all look different from decade to decade. Luckily, it was pretty contained, but it really was sad to wrap the sitcom. We wrapped it when Paul and I and Kathryn [Hahn] and Teyonah [Parris] were filming the ’70s opening montage to the Brady Bunch theme, and that was how he wrapped it—in six bizarre outfits, with a pregnant belly on a tandem bike.

Did you keep anything from the set?

I’m not a keeper, because I feel like I’m not allowed to [keep things]. I feel like everything goes into some box that they hide from everyone, then maybe eventually they’ll retire and reuse shit. I have no idea.

I thought you might keep Wanda’s apron!

That would have been a really impractical apron. It was made out of gauze. Anything would bleed right through it.

Do you have an understanding of women in each decade now? Did you have to wear the undergarments and the whole nine yards?

Yeah. I loved the undergarments. It’s all helpful for the time, for the character, for how women move, how they talk. The shoes were the worst. I did wear vintage period shoes. And that’s awful. My feet don’t even like heels, let alone heels that have quite literally no support.

Is it difficult to have kissing scenes with all the purple paint on Paul Bettany when he’s dressed as Vision?

It’s really hard. It comes off on me, even though they try as much as they can to powder him. They have to powder his hands all the time, because if he wants to touch my face… They have to be on top of us for those scenes. It’s really not practical.

So which character did you decide to play for our portfolio?

I decided to be Angela Lansbury [as Jessica Fletcher] in Murder, She Wrote. I asked my friend Clayton Hawkins, who’s a hairstylist and great with wigs, if he could get a cheap wig and wrap my hair. And that’s what we did. I was watching Murder, She Wrote in London a lot.

During lockdown?

I was filming there, and in and out of lockdowns, but filming through lockdowns as well. And that was one of the things that would be on the television. I think I never really sat down and watched Murder, She Wrote until then. It’s fabulous. Great guest stars, great whodunits. My favorite moment is when they solve it and play it out for you in the solving of the mystery and going backwards. It’s just delicious, and it feels good to watch. There’s a great horse-racing episode that I loved, because I love the racetrack.

Did you have a TV show you loved growing up?

I never did Dawson’s Creek, I never did any of those shows. What did I watch, though? I loved Family Matters, Step by Step, The Torkelsons. And I loved Full House. We had all the VHSs, and it was very easy to watch at my house.

Did you have a crush on John Stamos?

Yes.

Who was your cinematic crush when you were growing up?

Frank Sinatra. I didn’t know they were old movies that I was watching. So when you say “TV shows,” what I consumed as a child was all old musicals, like Oklahoma!, Guys and Dolls, Carousel, West Side Story. I loved classic musicals, and I was in love with Frank Sinatra. I would do scenes with him in my bathroom, which then turned into scenes with George Clooney as I got older and I realized Frank Sinatra was an old man. I was like, Well, maybe if I get older, I can at least work with George Clooney, as his daughter’s friend or something, and then we have a thing.

What was your first red carpet look? Was it for Martha Marcy May Marlene?

Yeah, Cannes was my first red carpet look. I was in the Row. I was in a black Row skirt and a lace top, and I didn’t have an undergarment on. I didn’t know that flash photography at night was going to be my enemy, and my publicist worked really hard to try and remove those pictures from the Internet. [Laughs]

Do you have a secret skill?

You know what I’m really good at? Removing stains. I believe I can remove a stain from anything.

How did you learn to remove stains?

Probably started with my mom, who’s a soaker. That’s kind of the first rule: patience. And then, because I cook so much, I think I just had to learn. I’m pretty “woman of the house” handy.

I thought you were going to say that your secret skill was that you can sell real estate. Because when I first met you, you had a real estate license.

I did. It’s definitely expired. I got my real estate license because I didn’t want to work in a restaurant in New York as a summer job. So I thought, I’ll work in a real estate office. I was dealing with my sister’s friend who was a realtor, and I dealt with his rental clients. And I would mispronounce streets in New York all the time, because I had just moved there.

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Sasha Lane always plays the rebel. “Somebody make me a f***ing fairy princess, please,” says the actor, sighing with exasperation. “I promise I won’t say f***.” She is the type of plucky young star you imagine can do anything but, until now, Lane has excelled at playing the daring renegade, whether it’s as a teenage runaway in American Honey, the dazzling coming-of-age film that made her name in 2016, as a spliff-smoking “bad kid” in The Miseducation of Cameron Post, or, this month, as a violent fugitive in Amazon Prime’s Utopia.

The 25-year-old puts these sorts of roles down to her 20 tattoos and her dreadlocks. “I’m immediately seen as dirty and dark,” she says, recalling when she attended the illustrious Met Gala event in 2018, wearing a white lace dress. “I had diamonds in my hair – diamonds,” she says, with faux indignation. “Somebody was like, ‘She's so grungy.’ I was like, ‘What about this outfit says: ‘I'm gonna do a head bang and burn a town down?’ No. I'm sipping with my pinkie up and feeling very graceful and I wish you would just let me have my moment.”

Lane is just as captivating to watch on Zoom as she is in her films. She plays with her distinctive dreads – piling them atop her head, sweeping them over her shoulder – and her hands spiral around each other as she talks in a rhythmic southern drawl. When we speak, Lane has just got off a video call with her one-year-old daughter. She's currently in Atlanta, where she’s rumoured to be shooting the new Thor-spin off series, Loki, with Tom Hiddleston. “I'm just gonna skip over that one,” she says, laughing, when asked about it.

No one could have foreseen that Lane would end up here, though she is easily one of the most intriguing actors of the moment. She’d never planned on acting, let alone liked it, and thought she’d join the Peace Corps after college. But in 2014 her life changed forever when, aged 19, she was spotted on a Miami beach by Andrea Arnold. The director had just lost her lead actor for American Honey, the dizzying, sun-soaked Cannes Jury Prize-winner about a girl who decides to cut and run with a band of misfits. Among the tens of thousands of students getting wasted on spring break, Lane stood out.

“It was a crazy trip,” says Lane. “Me and my friends had been kicked out of a hotel and we ended up on this beach. I had no care in the world and that's when Andrea saw me.” Arnold told Lane she was making a film and later that night, while two of her friends were passed out from partying on her hotel bed, Lane improvised scenes in the lobby. “I had definitely been drinking that day, but I can hold my own,” she says now.

The next day over breakfast, Arnold asked Lane to stick around for another week. Lane was cautious. “I was like, ‘Alright, well if you turn out to be a murderer this is not gonna go well for you. I know s***. You're gonna have to really hack up my body if we're gonna do this.’ Which is weird to say to someone, but I did,” says Lane. She stayed, and by the end of the week she’d been cast in the film opposite Shia LaBeouf. She dropped out of college and flew out to Oklahoma to start shooting.

Her resulting performance as Star, a teenager from a broken home who hits the road with a travelling, partying sales crew in the midwest, was magnetic. With no professional experience, Lane managed to delicately balance her character’s mixture of vulnerability and grit.

Lane, like Star, left her life behind to go on the road with the film’s cast and crew. “I didn't know how to act,” she says. “So I didn't know what to do other than pull stuff from my own mind. I got to the point where I’d be crying to Andrea, saying, ‘I can't tell the difference between who I am and who Star is.’ We were in a bubble and had no visitors. We slept in s****y motels together, we were in the van for hours. There was no escaping American Honey.”

Star’s love interest in the film is the crew’s wild, hyperactive “business manager” Jake, a rat-tailed LaBeouf who Lane was reportedly dating off-screen. LaBeouf was intense on set. In one instance, Star was supposed to be angry with Jake, but Lane was struggling to conjure the emotion. “I was just laughing,” she says. “So Shia started telling me, ‘You're ruining this scene. You're f***ing ruining the whole movie.’ I knew what he was doing but it hurt and it was pissing me off. I just snapped and then they started filming and it was like, ‘Oh right, I see what you did there. You f***er.’ It was smart.”

The kids in the film, who are from forgotten, midwestern towns, are in a demographic that Donald Trump claims to be the voice of. Our interview is a week ahead of the 2020 election, and Lane is not convinced. “He's had his time and he has nothing to show for it,” she says. “He didn't deliver. I understood, especially back then, why certain people voted for him. They just wanted to believe that he would put money in and give us jobs, but it didn't work out that way.”

Like Star, Houston-born Lane moved around a lot as a child, between Texas, Florida and Dallas, and helped raise her little sisters. “I don't really like to talk about my family but my mom was gone a lot,” she says. “I played this role of being the glue, trying to keep everyone together. I grew up really, really young. Bad things happened to me as a kid but I had this feeling that it made me a better person. I have empathy and perspective.” As a result, she continues, she “internalised a lot because I never wanted people to feel my pain. I wanted to appear strong and light and be able to take care of everyone. Meanwhile, I would sit in my closet, give myself like 10 seconds to cry, then I would suck it up and be like, ‘OK, move forward, time to go get my sisters some food and act like everything's OK.’ I got really good at pretending things were OK.”

When Lane went to college, she started to crack. “I ended up getting diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder,” she says. “There are voices in your head, things are really dark. It's hard to explain to people who care about you that you can't sleep and you're hearing voices all day and you're sad and you're just tired. By the time I was a teenager, I was so tired.”

In the weeks before Lane met Arnold in 2014, the voices were “saying something nice for the first time”. “They told me, ‘Hold on, something’s coming that will allow you to fill your purpose and let you breathe,’” she says. “People ask me all the time, ‘If American Honey didn't happen, what would you be doing?’ Truly, I don't think I'd be here. I think it saved my life.”

There is a serendipity to Lane’s acting career. First, American Honey came out of the blue. Then, in 2018, she starred in Desiree Akhavan’s gay conversion drama The Miseducation of Cameron Post as a girl raised in a hippy commune. The part resonated with Lane as someone who refuses to put a label on her sexuality and whose brother had a difficult time growing up gay and black in Houston. “I've never seen myself as someone who's like, ‘Hey, I'm queer, I'm bisexual, I'm this,’” says Lane. “I just have a very broad and open and unique way of loving. I can literally fall in love with a f***ing squirrel. Anyone.”

Her brother, she says, “always prayed he’d be normal”, much like the characters in Cameron Post try to “pray away the gay”. She says the film moved some elderly conservative viewers to tears and has helped to change people’s minds.

After that, Lane landed roles in the warm indie drama Hearts Beat Loud and the horror Daniel Isn’t Real, and her latest project is the US remake of Dennis Kelly’s Utopia, about a gang of bright youngsters who are in possession of a cult graphic novel that seems to predict disastrous real-world epidemics, making them the target of a shadowy deep state organisation. Lane plays yet another woman on the run, Jessica Hyde, who has been evading The Network all her life and who helps the young group survive.

Lane studied feral cats to get into the character’s mindset. “For them, everything is survival mode,” she says. “You're terrified someone's gonna capture you. You don't hang in packs because you're a loner. That's Jessica Hyde.”  

She may be stuck playing the rebel but, through playing misunderstood outliers like Jessica Hyde and Star, Lane wants her work to bring people together and help us to understand each other. “I’m not the biggest public speaker,” she says, “but if I can make films that touch hearts and connect people, that's beautiful. Of course I want to be a part of that.”

#Sasha Lane #Loki #Kate Herron just like her tweet about acting during Covid #and she's in Atlanta

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Soft Skin

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning: Gore, kidnapping, and death

Word Count: +2.6 k words

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own Criminal Minds or its characters.

Summary: You’ve been working with the BAU for about a year now. You had finally found your groove on the force and got really comfortable with the rest of the team, that was until your most recent case.

You walked into the conference room seeing J.J. handing out new files for what you assumed would be the new case. You grabbed a file and sat down between Rossi and Prentiss, across from Reid.

“You’re late,” Hotch said coldly.

“You’re cheery,” you started, getting a chuckle from Morgan, “and yeah sorry about that sir, bit of traffic.” You said with a embarrassed smile. You opened up your file, seeing the pictures of the latest victim. See while they don’t bother you as much as they used to, it’s still not something you wanna see.

“So far all four victims are female that are taken and held for about a week or two before being killed. Each victim is found with a gunny sack on their heads, showing the killer has a sign of guilt or remorse. The victims also have cut marks, ligature marks, burns, even removal of finger and toe nails, but none of that killed the victims. The cause of death was always a shot in the heart.” J.J. explained as she slightly paced back and forth. You could tell everyone was rubbed the wrong way about this, especially when there was no drugs found in the victim's bloodstream, meaning the victim felt everything.

“He likes inflicting pain, makes him feel like he is in control.” Morgan said, rubbing his forehead.

“Why just he? Why not them?” You asked standing up, walking to the bored with the pictures from the scene,

“What do you mean them? You think its two?” Emily asked.

“Yes, I mean, look at all the wounds. The cutting, some are extremely deep while others show signs of hesitation. Same thing for the burns, strangling, and even the removal of the nails. Its almost as if one was trying to show him how to do it. So we could possibly be looking for a close bond of two males who are in their late 20s to mid 30s. Could be brothers, cousins, or best friends. The older, more dominate one is trying to show the other unsub the ropes so the dominate unsub could be like a father figure to the younger.” I explained to them all.

“She has a point but what if its like one of our previous cases where the unsub has multiple personality?” Reid ask, thinking back to the time he was kidnapped.

“That could be a possibility but I think the submissive one would’ve been able to give the victim a type of pain killer if it was a someone with multiple personality disorder.” Hotch said as he looked intently at the bored.

“Well, let’s head to lil ol’ Oklahoma,” You said with a small smile. Everyone made their way to the jet and discussed the case some more here and there. You were sitting next to Reid when your eyelids started to get heavy. You quietly fell asleep, your head falling onto Reid’s shoulder. 

“I wonder what’s been on her mind?” Reid asked, looking down at you then back up to the team.

“What do you mean?” J.J. questioned.

“When she saw the file this morning, her entire demeanor changed.” Morgan shot in, knowing what Spencer was talking about. 

“Its this case, it’s obvious. Not only does she feel bad for the victims, she has the same (h/c) hair as all the victims, the same length of hair, she is the same age as well and finally, she’s in the law enforcement field as the rest of the victims.” Garcia had popped in from the computer screen.  

“She doesn’t know that they are all in the government field but once she does, it won’t help her situation but we can’t keep it from her.” Emily said softly. After that, the conversation went quiet till the plane landed. You woke up quickly realizing you fell asleep on Reid.

“I-I’m sorry, Doctor.” You said quickly as you stood up, fixing yourself as your cheeks were a light red.

“It’s okay (Y/L/N)” He said blushing slightly at the fact you called him doctor. 

You all headed to the police station in Stillwater, Oklahoma. It was a long day of interviewing, briefing, profiling, research, and a lot of coffee. This investigation was now on its third day and you decided you’d go get take out for your team. Reid offered to go with you but you politely declined and said the team needs him the most. On your way out to your car, you felt like someone was watching you, which to be honest with yourself, since you got here you’ve been feeling like that. You walked over to the vehicle you were using until you felt something slam on the side of your head making you drop your keys. Everything faded and went black. 

When you woke up, you were dressed in a red dress. Your vision was blurry at first but then everything came into focus. It was two men, one a lot taller and bigger built and the other was smaller, shorter, and obviously timid. 

“You got what you wanted Jacob, now do what you want.” The larger male said as he spun a knife between his fingers. The younger boy walked over to you and placed a different colored wig on your head. He then looked at the older and whispered something to him. The older walked over to you and placed the blade on your leg, ripping open the flesh causing you to scream out in pain for Jacob to take the blood from your leg and put it on your lip as a makeshift lipstick causing you to spit out and drool as tears fell from your eyes. 

“Please...don’t do this...” You pleaded as the younger caressed your cheek.

“I’m not going to hurt you... I love you...your skin is so soft” Jacob said quietly as he kissed your cheek, causing you to flinch. “I have to go get the necklace. I’ll be back Jeremy ..” Jacob said, leaving you and Jeremy alone. He had lit a cigarette early and blew smoke toward your face, making you cough. 

“I don’t know what he sees in you...your filthy just like my momma. Think you got some authority over all us don’t you? Wanna beat us around and you get away with it cause you’re a filthy cop.” He spat as he put his cigarette out on your hand that was tied down to the chair

“No! I swear...I don’t think I control you, I promise.” You screamed out.  This process went on for what felt like years. By the time both of the males were finished, you had cuts all down your body, makeup smeared down your face, and you were missing two fingernails. 

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“Guys...where is (y/n)? She was supposed to be back five minutes ago.” Reid ask as he stood up and made his way out the conference room. 

“I don’t know, I’ll call her.” Morgan said as he pulled out his phone. Reid walked outside and ran next to your vehicle, picking up your keys.

“She was taken.” Reid exclaimed as he was panting from running back inside. Luckily the team had a lead on who the unsubs were but not where they took their victims. They all got in their vehicle and headed to their main lead. 

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“You’re so beautiful...” Jacob started, “I love you so much.” He whispered as he caressed your face. 

“I-...I love y...you too..” You strangled out, trying to feed into his delusion. 

“You do? That means you get a reward.” Jacob said as he kissed your cheek that was now bruised from the slapping you received from Jeremy. Jacob pulled out a necklace made of fingernails and teeth. You swallowed back the slow acidic bile that made its way towards your mouth. 

“Can-...may I sleep for now?” You ask quietly and receive a nod from Jacob. You lay your head back and rest your eyes, trying to ignore the pain throughout your body. You were soon awoke by the ripping of the dress off your body by Jeremy. 

“W-what are you doing?!” You cried out as you shook in the chair.

“I wanna see that body again...and I need more room for this knife..” Jeremy explained as he placed the knife against your upper left breast and carved an ‘x’ over the area making you scream out in pain. Jacob walked over and pushed his brother.

“Her body is only for me to see!” He yelled as he threw his jacket over my body. The sub is evolving into the dominate male meaning Jeremy’s previous tactics worked. Everything calmed down and you fell back asleep until you were woken up by the sound of distant sirens. You smiled lightly as tears streamed down your face so you looked at the two males to see them asleep. The sirens progressively got louder, causing the men to wake up. Jeremy runs out back while Jacob unties you and holds you up with a knife held to your heart. You hear the rattle of the barn doors before they burst open. 

“FBI! Put the knife down Jacob Whit!” Morgan yelled with his gun pointed at Jacob. I nod my head to the back and watch as Hotch and Prentiss run around back. 

“No! She’s mine!” Jacob yells back, making you flinch. You look at Reid and you nearly collapse and you can see hatred in his eyes towards Jacob which a look you’ve never seen in Reid’s eyes before. 

“Let us take care of her, Jacob. She can’t love her if she’s dead.” Morgan said as he took a step closer. You know Jacob’s plan, he knows he won’t escape this so he is trying to take you with him. 

“No! I want to be with him!” You yell out to them, causing them to all be confused except for Spencer. 

“You wanna be with me?” Jacob slightly relaxed, the knife lifting slightly. 

“Of course, I love you.” You said looking at him and leaning into his grip. He relaxed completely and held the knife out towards the FBI agents. “But the only way we can be together is if we are both alive, baby. So you have to work with them okay. I can get them to let us go.” You whispered to him, internally cringing at the nickname you gave him.  

“O-okay..” He let you go and pushed you forward, dropping his knife. “Now, I want her ba-” He was cut off by Morgan tackling him. You fell into Reid’s arm, crying as you clung onto him with your life.  

“Medic! We need a medic here!” Reid yelled as he held you tight, ripping the necklace off your neck. “I’m so sorry...I should have gone with you.” He said pulling you closer to him. 

“No...it’s not your fault.” You explained, looking up at him and caressing his face. The medics came and put you on the stretcher and started to take you away but you held onto Reid, tears streaming down your face. “Please...don’t leave.” You pleaded. 

“I won’t. I promise.” Spencer said as he walked along side you and got into the ambulance with you. You woke up in a hospital bed and tried to get up quickly, causing Reid to shoot over to you and gently push you back down. 

“Hey, hey...take it easy.” Reid said as he pulled his chair closer to your bed. 

“How long was I sleeping?” You questioned as you slowly sat up, looking out the window to see its dark.

“One day and a half. Its 3:17 am.” Reid spoke softly as he gave you a bottle of water. You took it quickly and chugged almost all of it before Reid pushed the bottle down. “Slow down, you have all the time you need now. I’m here to protect you.” 

“You’ll make sure I’m safe, Doctor?” You laughed lightly as you lightly sipped on your water.

Blushing slightly he nodded, “Always. So how are you feeling?”

“I was kidnapped and tortured by two psychos and was saved by my favorite doctor...I’m great, but oddly hungry.” You chuckled then winced and looked down at your body under the blanket. You got out of the bed even with all the protest from Reid so he decided just to help you out of the bed instead of trying to fight with you. You walked over to he mirror and tried lifting up the gown, not caring Reid was there and that all you would be in your black bra and underwear. 

“Get it off.” You said quietly to Reid who was looking down at his feet.

“(y/n)... I don’t think that’s a good-” Spencer started to say before you cut him off.

“Now Reid!” Your voice raising slightly. He nodded and aided you in getting the gown off being careful of the wires and IV’s connected to you. You looked at all the scars littering your entire body, the long scars from the cuts, the circle marks from the burns and even your two missing nails. “I’m so...gross...” You mumbled, tears streaming down your face as you looked back at Spencer. He didn’t know how to react but all he could do is reach out and pull you into a hug. 

“You’re not gross...In fact you’re quite the opposite. Not only are you genuinely beautiful to me, you are also very smart, caring, brave, and funny. These scars only show how brave you are.” Reid said as he brought you back over to the hospital bed, laying you down and sitting next to you. “I know my opinion might not mean much to you,  but you are the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen in my life.” He tells you.

“It means-....it means a lot to me, Spence.” You said as you looked up into the eyes of your hero as he wiped away your tears. “I have a question, Reid.” You started, getting a nod from him so you could ask. “Why did you look so mad when you found me?”

“Cause I let the most important person to me get too close to death.” Reid said without thinking, causing him to blush brightly. 

“I’m important to you?” You ask as you sat up, looking at him, blushing slightly as well.

“Yes...very important (y/n).” Reid said looking at you, brushing your hair behind your ear. There was a comfortable silence between you too as you stared into each other’s eyes. Like magnets, you felt yourself being pulled to him, never realizing just how amazing Reid was. He was extremely attractive, you’ve always thought so, but it was more so now than ever. Neither of you realized how close you were to each other until you felt his soft breath fan across your lips. “And I can prove it to you,” Reid told you as he glanced down at your lips. You were slightly shocked when you felt him press his lips onto yours, causing you to smile and kiss him back softly. 

“I think that’s all the evidence I need, doctor,” You chuckled, feeling all the negativity from before fade away. You pressed your lips to his again causing Reid to pull you closer and placing his hand on your cheek. “I wanna go home Reid...Can you take us to get take out, bring me home, cuddle with me and watch movies you cute insomniac?” You asked Reid, remembering it’s like 3 in the morning. 

“Why of course my adorable soldier.” He smiled, blushing as he brought you your clothes for you to go change into. You changed while he went check you out the hospital so by the time you were dress, Spencer was ready to head out. Work might just be more bearable with this dork by your side.

A/n: Let me know how you liked this! I’m thinking of doing a part two, depending on how this goes. The part two would probably be on more of the recovery of the reader OR the reader and Spencer Reid sneaking around and fraternizing during work hours if ya know what I mean lmao 

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic #x reader #crime #angst

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You sigh as you lie down on the creaky motel bed. You had just successfully finished a vampire hunt and showered so now you can get some rest. The sun was rising through the curtains, but you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer, so you let yourself drift into sleep. You weren’t asleep for long when you hear your motel door being barged open. A vampire hisses at you. Damn. You thought you got them all but apparently not. You quickly grab the machete under your bed and cut the vamp’s head off before it can pounce on you. Out of breath, you rest against the edge of your bed. You wipe off the splash of blood on your cheek using the back of your hand. Then you hear two other figures stumble into your room. It was none other than the infamous Winchester boys. They first stared at the dead vamp, then at you.

“You all right?” Sam asks. “Yeah I’m good.” You get off the ground and reach your hand out. “I’m Y/N.” You shake Sam’s hand. “I’m Sam, and this is my brother Dean.” You nod. “Yeah I know you guys, I did a hunt with your Dad about a year ago.” Sam nods. Dean’s face goes stone cold. “Yeah, we were looking for him, now we’re looking for Azazel, the demon responsible for both our parents’ deaths. This hunt was just a little detour.” You nod and bite your lip. “I’m sorry for your losses.” Sam thanks you and invites you to breakfast with them. You accept and clean up the mess before leaving.

At breakfast you get a bowl of oatmeal, Sam gets a fruit salad, and Dean gets a triple stack of pancakes. Sam comments on Dean’s childishness, and Dean tells him to shut up as he shoves a bite of pancakes in his mouth. You eat in small bites, as you normally do in front of people you are less acquainted with. Dean licks a drop of syrup off of his lips and glances up at you. You quickly dodge his glance to avoid awkwardness. Sam clears his throat. “So, Y/N, where are you from?” You take a sip of your coffee before answering. “Well I grew up on a farm in Oklahoma, and then my parents were killed by a ghost when I was about 16. Ever since I’ve been on the road, learning the ropes of hunting along the way.” You guys talk more about hunting, specifically demons. You didn’t really have much experience with them, so Sam offered to bring you on a hunt for one. You gladly took the offer and went back to the hotel to grab your things. You hop into your junk car and follow their prestine Impala a few towns over.

The three of you do the typical rounds. First you check into a shady motel, then you dress up nice and carry your fake ids on you. When you get out of your room, you realize that you’re the first one ready. You sit down at a bench outside. You take out your journal of notes and write a new heading: Demons. Under the heading you wrote down everything you could remember that the Winchesters told you earlier. The door from the room next to you opens and out walks a couple, definitely hungover from a wild night. The girl had makeup that looked something from the 80s and the dude’s gelled back hair is still firm. They were dressed and walked extravagantly. Then, out pops a second girl from the room who is laughing. She is dressed normally, and looks attractive. As she walks by you she gives you a once over and winks at you. You smile and look down awkwardly. A small blush flushed your cheeks. Then, Sam and Dean exit their room and speculate at the party people. You stand up from the bench and approach them.

“Y/N, why don’t we drive you, we’re all going to the same place.” Dean says. Their both dressed nicely in suits. Dean especially, it fits his figure so nicely. He licked his lip as he adjusted one of his sleeve collars. You try to shoot a thought of lust away. You’ve got work to do, you can’t be checking him out. You agree to go in their Impala. Dean drives and Sam sits in the passenger seat. You are in the back, asking Sam more questions about the case. The victim was a teenage boy, who was slaughtered at an abandoned gas station at midnight. The police report spoke of a witness who saw a black cloud in the air. Dean buts into the conversation a few times, but not much. You arrive at the suburban home of the victim. The three of you approach the door with your badges in hand. Sam knocks on the door. The door opens and you see a middle aged woman with puffy eyes. She looks up with dread. “Good morning Mrs. Conroy, I’m agent Barnes and these are my partners Rogers and Romanoff. May we speak to you about Brogan?” Mrs. Conroy nods and slowly opens her door wider and lets you in. She offers you a drink but none of you take the offer. The entire time you watch as Sam and Dean do little demon tests on her as she doesn’t even notice. They ask her questions about Brogan, and you feel bad putting her through more grief as her answers did not help. After discussing, the three of you headed back to the car. You hop in and talk about what to do next.

“How about we split up? One group to the coroner another to the crime scene.” Sam suggested. “Okay. I call crime scene.” Says Dean, starting the car. “Y/N, you want to go with him?” Asks Sam. You say “Sure.” You drop off Sam at the coroner and head to the gas station. The ride was awkward. Sam tends to hold conversation better. Dean turns on the music and you hum along in the back seat. When you get to the gas station, Dean parks and you both walk to the front doors, demon supplies in hand. Dean strums a finger over the yellow caution tape, then rips it off. He opens the unlocked door and you both walk in slowly. The entire place was covered in a thick layer of grey dust. You walk around looking for a trace of sulfur, and you end up spotting it in the back corner, next to a human outline in white tape. Dean looks down at it, pursing his lips. He pinches a chunk of dust and smoothes it around his fingers. He whispers “Sulfur.” Once you walk around the relatively small store, you head out back to the surveillance room. Dean walks in first, and notices a portable cassette player laying perfectly on the desk. He picks it up and presses play. It’s hard to play so he leans over the table and holds it closer. He licks his lips and then purses them again. His necklace dangles. You stand by Dean’s side to hear the tape better. Your shoulders were barely touching.

“It just sounds like Latin gibberish to me.” Dean nods in agreement. He clicks off the tape and glances over at you. You look into his green eyes as he looks in yours. You felt a small tension rise in the room. You clear your throat and step away from the table, breaking your gaze from Dean. “So we got nothing.” Dean nods. “Pretty much.” You look around the room but it was boring, nothing to look for. Not even clutter on the shelves. The dim lights flicker. Dean opens the desk drawers when you see a black cloud of smoke approach you. It enters through your nostrils. “Hello Y/N, my name’s Sannan, we met earlier, remember? At the motel. Well I am taking over your concious now, but I will let you watch. Come on, let’s have some fun shall we?” There was nothing you could do but watch as events unfolded. “Any luck?” You, or Sannan, asked. Dean shakes his head. “Sam should call soon, though. Want to wait in the car?” Sannan takes the offer and takes you out with a little spunk in her walk. You hop in the car comfortably in the front seat. Dean gets in and glances at you before starting the car. Then, his phone rings. He raises an index finger. “One minute, it’s Sam.” Dean stepped out of the car and answered the phone. You couldn’t hear the conversation from inside, but here is how it went. “Heya Sammy whatcha got?” Sam sighs. “It looks like we have a demon that really likes this gas station. This is the third murder that happened here this year. And the demon is very, um,” Sam clears his throat. “Sexual, I guess is the word. You don’t want to know what it did to this kid. Anyway, you two stay safe, see you in a bit.” Dean nods. “Okay, we’re on our way to pick you up now. Bye.” Dean opens the door and hops back in the car. While he was on the call, the demon was ransacking your brain for ammunition to use. She found out how you find Dean attractive. You look at him flirtatiously. You smile and bite a finger. Dean looks unamused. “Everything all right, Y/N?” You nod. “Yeah, everything is just fine. You know, you’ve been driving me a little crazy with those lips of yours...” You get up close to Dean and put a finger on his lips, your body hovering over his. He looks down at your hand and then up at you. “They’re just, so, kissable.” You say as you lean in and kiss Dean. Dean clutches your arm with one hand and pulls your face in closer with the other. You run a hand through his hair. You scream in your head, warning Dean not to fall for this trap. The kisses get heated quickly, and you lean down and start to leave a trail of kisses on his neck. Dean starts whispering. At first you couldn’t hear it, but the demon inside you twitched. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,” the demon tried to protest, but alas, she was exorcised from your body and sent back to hell. You passed out and fell on Dean’s chest.

When you awoke, you were in your motel room, wrapped comfortably in warm blankets. You looked around to see both Sam and Dean sitting in chairs around you. Sam was reading something on his computer and Dean was cleaning his gun. You didn’t know this at the time, but it was Dean who carried you in and tucked you in bed. You pulled yourself out of the covers and stepped out of bed. “What time is it?” You asked. “About 6 pm. How do you feel?” You yawn. “Fine.” Dean clicks his gun. “Sammy why don’t you get us some dinner. Everyone up for take out, and some beer?” You nod and put your hair in a messy bun. Sam takes an order, Dean throws him the keys to the Impala, warns Sam to not make a scratch on Baby, and Sam leaves the room. “So, is the case over now?” You stood about ten feet from Dean’s chair. Dean nods and says “Yeah. Sammy and I are going to leave in the morning, that is, if you’re as fine as you say you are.” You nod. “Yeah I’m fine. Just glad everything turned out okay.” Dean fiddles with a nob on the unloaded gun. “Yeah, I thought it was real for a minute. Sam warned me about the demon and it almost went over my head.” You both laughed. Once the laughter died down, you thought for a minute. “What if it was real?” Dean looked at you, you couldn’t read his expression. “What if that really was what I was thinking about all day?” Dean slowly gets up from his chair. You look down as he gets closer to you. He lifts your chin up with a finger. You are forced to lock eyes with him. “Then, I would have relief because I was thinking the same thing too.” You both smile and lean in for a kiss, this time much smoother, more authentic to you. Your hand wraps around the back of his neck and plays with his hair. Another hand grabs his bicep. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses your hips to his. This sparks a fire in the intensity between you two. Some tongue, soft moans, and neck kisses are introduced, just as you hear keys jingle in the door knob. Sam was back with dinner. The two of you detatched from each other and quickly fixed your hair and straightened your outfits. You put some distance between you and Dean by walking over to your bed. Sam enters. The three of you enjoy a nice meal and share good conversation about topics other than hunting. When it was time for the boys to depart, you say goodbye and give them hugs. Dean hugs you a little longer and stronger and you smell his colonge. You say goodbye one last time and Sam tells you to take care. That night you showered and got all packed for the next morning. You were just about to go to sleep when you heard a gentle knock at your door. You open the door to see Dean. “Did you forget something?” You asked, but Dean quickly attaches his lips to yours. He walks you backward without removing his lips and he closes the door. You press him against the door and kiss him stronger. You lock the door. Dean pulls the back of your thighs up and you jump so that he can carry you to the bed.

The next morning was an even tougher departure, Dean wouldn’t stop kissing you until Sam yelled at him. You both giggled. “Last night was great. I will always remember you Dean.” You kissed him slowly this time. “I will remember you too, Y/N.” He smiled. You closed the trunk to your car. You watched the Impala drive off before getting into your car and driving in the opposite direction towards your next hunt.

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[chloebeale]

BROKEN ROAD, CH. 2/?

A cross-country road trip and a flat tire that just might change Chloe’s life forever. | Bechloe fic.

(Read it on ao3!)

RATING: G so far | WORDS: 4,504

Maybe it’s a little strange, but Beca tries hard to maintain her air of mystery, to be the queen of dark eyeliner and withdrawing from those around her. She’s done it with her parents, who are still not too pleased with her for opting not to go to college. She loves them, she really does, she’s just… She’s kind of a loner, that’s all. Maybe a bit too focused on her future.

But then she’s driving along an almost sinisterly quiet road, and a flash of orange catches her eye, and suddenly she’s pulled right back in.

It’s not like Beca can’t do nice things for other people. She does them all the time. It’s just that pulling over and changing a tire for two total strangers has kind of cut into the day she had planned. But she doesn’t mind.

She thinks about those eyes. Piercing, blue. And she doesn’t mind.

And Beca knows that’s a dangerous thought.

For a little while, she considers not texting Chloe at all. Changing the tire really was nothing, she doesn’t need the girls to repay her in any way, so the two of them taking her to dinner is really not necessary. Eventually, though, somewhere around four, Chloe calls her.

“Beca, hey! It’s Chloe. You were supposed to text me.”

“Oh, hey. Yeah, sorry. I guess I got caught up. You know, you really don’t have to take me to dinner, right?”

Chloe’s tone is light as she responds. “I’m taking you. You have to let me,” she lowers her voice slightly, “Aubrey would never let me forget it if we didn’t pay you back in some way. You saw how scary she can be.”

It’s clear that she’s joking, and Beca finds herself chuckling softly under her breath. Aubrey had seemed standoffish, maybe a little annoyed about their situation, but Beca wouldn’t really use the word scary to describe her.

“Speaking of Aubrey,” Chloe continues, “She isn’t feeling so great, so she’s probably going to stay here at the hotel. Is that okay? If it’s just you and me for dinner?”

A part of her thinks that she should say no. Maybe this is her out. She probably won’t have any fun anyway. Chloe, although nicer than Aubrey, doesn’t really seem like Beca’s kind of person. She should say no, forget about those crystal blue eyes, let Chloe go back to being the damsel in distress whose tire she changed that one time.

“Beca?”

“Sorry, yeah.” She really hadn’t even realized she’d paused for so long until Chloe’s voice cuts into her thoughts.

“That okay?”

“Yeah, definitely,” she hears herself saying. “Just you and me. That’s fine.”

She shouldn’t go. She knows she shouldn’t, because Beca doesn’t need this kind of distraction. But the clock hits six fifty-five, and Beca is pulling into the parking lot of the bar-slash-restaurant she’d settled on, eyes immediately catching sight of Chloe’s car.

The redhead is standing beside it. She squints toward Beca’s windshield, then begins waving enthusiastically. And Beca isn’t worried anymore. She isn’t regretting showing up.

She doesn’t know why.

“Hey!” Chloe greets cheerfully once Beca is out of the car, her red curls draped over one shoulder. Beca notices that she’s wearing a different outfit to the one she had on this morning. Chloe is wearing a dress, it hugs her waist but floats out immediately after. She looks good, Beca notices. She doesn’t like that she notices, but she does.

“You look pretty,” Chloe states, catching Beca off guard. She, of course, had changed, too. Her black skinny jeans, white shirt and black leather jacket isn’t exactly as dressy as Chloe’s outfit, but she appreciates the compliment nonetheless, even if she does feel her cheeks darkening a shade. She isn’t used to random compliments. She hopes her makeup will cover it.

“Thanks.” She tucks a chunk of hair behind her ear; it’s loose now, whereas she’d had it tied up in a messy bun this morning. “So do you. I like your dress.”

Beca doesn’t give out random compliments either. She really doesn’t know what’s happening.

“Thank you, it’s one of my favorites.” Chloe beams, motioning toward the building. Beca is wearing boots with a slight heel, and they click against the ground as she hurries to catch up with Chloe.

“So, what’s wrong with Aubrey?” She questions as she grabs the door, holding it open for the taller girl to walk in first. She doesn’t even think about the gesture, she just does it. Chloe doesn’t question it either.

“She has a headache,” Chloe responds as she makes her way inside, offering Beca a gracious smile as she slips in ahead of her. “But she also has some family stuff going on, so I think she just kind of needed the break.”

Beca nods, and feels almost guilty for the fleeting thought that she was glad, once they’d hung up the phone this afternoon, that Aubrey wouldn’t be joining them. It didn’t make much sense to her, considering she’d been thinking of using Aubrey’s absence as an out, but it had crossed her mind, nonetheless.

“You know, this place looks cool and all,” Chloe begins, though pauses for a moment, as if trying to figure out how to navigate it. It’s really just a bar, there’s nobody to seat them, something Chloe seems to realize pretty quickly, and then she’s turning to look at Beca with a small frown on her face. “But when I said I was taking you to dinner, I really meant something more like a restaurant.” That frown, the way her nose has scrunched, it’s honestly kind of adorable. Beca thinks so, anyway, and finds herself chuckling softly under her breath.

“I’m not really a fancy restaurant kind of girl,” the brunette admits with a slight shrug of her shoulder. “This place is more my scene. Besides, the food here is really good.”

“What, is it just, like, wings and stuff?” Chloe questions. She doesn’t look like she’s too sold on Beca’s eatery of choice.

“Well, yeah. But they’re really good wings.” She’s kind of teasing, and finds herself sending Chloe a wink. It was evidently the right thing to do, because the other girl’s expression is suddenly softening, there’s a smile curving at the corners of her mouth, and it doesn’t seem she’s going to continue to protest.

“Fine. They’d better be the best wings Oklahoma has to offer, though.” Chloe’s smile, somewhat smug now, is still in place. Beca mirrors it without thought, before motioning with her head for the redhead to follow her over toward a free booth, one she usually occupies alone.

There are two menus laid out on the table, and once Beca has slipped into her seat, she nudges one toward Chloe. “There you go, check out the wing collection.”

Considering this is one of Beca’s favorite places, she’s entirely aware that there are many more options on the menu, and can’t help the way she grins as she watches Chloe’s eyes scan over the options, evidently realizing, too.

“Better than you thought, right?”

There’s a glare shot across the table at her, but it’s a playful one. “Fine,” the redhead says, “I take back my judgment.”

She gets the feeling, as she watches Chloe take in everything on the menu in front of her, that the other girl doesn’t really frequent places like this. There’s a bar, a couple pool tables, and some sports game playing on the television. It’s not the expensive restaurant Beca imagines Chloe is used to, but she’s confident that she won’t be disappointed. At least she hopes she won’t, anyway. She doesn’t want to disappoint her.

And she doesn’t know why.

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It’s a very lax environment, but their order is taken eventually -- Beca finds it amusing that Chloe throws a side of honey bbq wings onto the end of their order -- and it’s not just the beer she’s slowly sipping on that has Beca thinking about how easy this girl is to talk to. She’s chipper, she’s breezy, she’s basically the polar opposite of herself, but for some reason, Beca doesn’t hate being here with her.

“Are you in school?” Chloe asks as she grabs a fry from her plate once their food has arrived. She pops it into her mouth, eyeing Beca for a moment. “What’s your story?”

That’s a loaded question. Beca doesn’t like talking about herself.

But she’ll open up for Chloe.

She doesn’t know why.

“Nope, no school,” she states with a short shake of her head. “My parents are pretty pissed about it. I mean, my dad’s a college professor, so you can imagine how well it went down when I told him I wasn’t going, right? I would’ve gotten a free ride if I’d gone to his school, but college isn’t really for me.”

Chloe shrugs as she swallows her bite of food, nodding her head in understanding. “School isn’t for everyone. I mean, I personally love it, but I know plenty of people who don’t.” She stares down at her plate for a moment, almost like she’s contemplating something, before eventually picking up her burger with both hands. The idea that she was considering using a knife and fork flashes through Beca’s mind, but she holds back her amusement.

“What do you--” Chloe pauses, gaze meeting Beca’s. “What?”

So maybe she hadn’t done as good a job at holding back her amused smirk as she thought she had, though she doesn’t realize it until Chloe is curiously eyeing her.

“Nothing,” she says, quickly shaking her head and reaching for a fry from her own plate. What is she supposed to say, ‘I was just smiling at you being adorable’? “What were you going to ask me? What do I...?”

Fortunately, Chloe doesn’t push, and seems to snap quickly back to her original thought. “What do you plan to do in LA? You said you’re headed out there, right?”

Beca really, really doesn’t like talking about herself. She’s a private person, and after hearing her father tell her over and over that her career dream of choice is, in fact, not a career, and is instead a hobby, she doesn’t really like talking to people about it. But Chloe is looking at her expectantly, so what can she do?

“I want to be a DJ. I eventually want to produce music,” she finally states, waiting for an amused reaction. She’s almost surprised when it doesn’t come.

Instead, Chloe looks fascinated, her blue eyes lighting up somehow. Beca is sure the shade has changed to an even brighter one than before.

“Really? That sounds so cool,” the redhead comments, and it’s clear by her tone of voice that she’s being genuine. She’s not just trying to make Beca feel better.

“You think?”

“I do,” Chloe nods, almost a little eagerly. “I would love to be able to do something like that. Honestly, I still don’t really know what I want to do, but you have things figured out, and I think that’s really admirable.”

Beca doesn’t really know why her cheeks are heating up, a tint of pink prickling under the surface.

“You know it’s not that hot in here, right?” Chloe questions, setting the remainder of her burger down on her plate.

Beca’s brow raises. “What?”

“Your face keeps going red.”

At that, Beca feels her cheeks heat up further as she glances down at her plate, though the soft, almost singsong sound of Chloe’s light laugh has her glancing back up again.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Chloe states, her eyes soft, kind. Her tone of voice has softened, too. “It’s sweet.”

Beca can’t help but feel like this isn’t just a ‘thank you for the tire’ dinner, especially as her gaze meets Chloe’s. But she doesn’t question it. She doesn’t give herself the time to, in fact, and instead clears her throat as she tears her eyes away from the other girl, glancing back over her shoulder and toward the pool tables. “How are you at pool?” There are three tables, and two of them are unoccupied. “You want to play once we’re done eating?”

---

They finish up their food pretty quickly, and both grab another beer from the bar, before making their way over to one of the free tables. According to Chloe, she isn’t very good, but she seemed into the idea of playing regardless, and watches in fascination as Beca begins to set up the balls.

“How do you know the order to put them in?” She questions, peering over Beca’s shoulder. She’s close enough that Beca can smell perfume wafting toward her nose. It’s a nice smell, it’s sweet. It’s strangely familiar.

“It’s pretty easy,” Beca shrugs. “You just set them up so that there are no solids beside solids or stripes beside stripes.” She glances over her shoulder at the other girl. “Or that’s what I do anyway, but I like that you think I’m cool enough to know how to correctly set up a game of pool.”

“I mean, you do seem pretty cool,” Chloe grins, picking up the two cues balancing against the side of the table. She holds one out toward Beca. “We’ll see how cool you are once you’re getting your butt kicked by a beginner in just a minute, though.”

This girl is definitely easy to be around, Beca thinks as she notices her own smile, the way it’s eased onto her lips almost too naturally. And that’s a feat really, because Beca Mitchell doesn’t generally like spending time with anybody.

She likes spending time with Chloe, though. At least so far.

“You want to break?” She offers, motioning to the table. The game is set up and ready to go, and Chloe seems pretty excited about it.

“I’ll try,” she decides, hurrying around the table to lean over and line up her cue with the white ball. Beca watches her as she takes the first shot, the balls scattering, with two solids rolling into separate pockets almost expertly.

“Whoa. Okay, pool shark,” Beca laughs a little, genuinely surprised.

“I forgot to tell you,” Chloe states as she stands upright again, blowing the end of the cue as if to filter out smoke. She grins toward Beca. “I lied before. I’m awesome.”

Their first game, Chloe does as she said she would, and completely kicks Beca’s butt. It’s honestly kind of impressive, and it’s clear when Chloe goes to the bar to grab them each another beer that she’s having fun. Beca is, too. Evidently, she hasn’t disappointed her. At least not yet, anyway.

While she obviously does know what she’s doing, about halfway through their third game, it seems that Chloe has herself stumped, and she eyes the table for a moment, nose scrunching in thought.

“You stuck?” Beca questions, walking around the table to stand beside her and see the setup from her view. She can see the confusion, but she also sees a way for Chloe to make the shot, too. “Want some help?”

The redhead frowns at the table a moment longer, before nodding her head. “Maybe just a little.”

Beca’s laugh is soft and raspy as she points to the white ball. “Okay, hit it right here, and you want to aim for the side rather than any of the balls.”

Chloe nods, then leans over to do as instructed, but Beca sees that she isn’t lining it up right.

“No, not like that,” the brunette shakes her head, setting her cue down against the side of the table. “Here, look.” She makes her way behind Chloe, and it’s without thought that her hands settle gently on the taller girl’s arms, guiding her where to go. Her pale skin feels soft beneath her fingertips, and the added height from her heels helps her to see over Chloe’s shoulder.

They make the shot together, and Beca wonders why she gave the point to her opponent. She’s generally a pretty competitive person, but the grin on Chloe’s face as she watches the ball roll into the pocket is totally worth taking a loss.

Beca doesn’t even notice the time.

They play a couple more games, the scores pretty even in the end, but eventually they head back to their booth, and Chloe orders another beer. Beca would really like to keep drinking too, but she’s also not trying to drive while drunk, so she switches to soda. Chloe’s thought process is evidently not the same.

“Are you glad you agreed to go to dinner with me?” Chloe asks, eyes lighting up all over again as she sips coolly from her bottle. “I know you didn’t want to, but I think you’re having fun. I know I am, anyway.”

Beca shakes her head, reaching for one of their empty bottles and beginning to absentmindedly play with the label wrapped around the neck. “I didn’t not want to. I just didn’t think you needed to pay me back in any way. It was just a tire.”

Chloe’s eyes grow wider, and this time they’re not sparkling with the same curiosity or wonderment they seem to have done throughout the night so far. Instead, they look sad, her bottom lip begins to quiver. “So you’re not glad that you agreed?”

Eyes widening also, Beca quickly shakes her head once more. “No! No, I am. I’m glad we’re doing--”

She’s cut off by the sound of Chloe’s singsong giggle all over again. “Wow, you’re really easy to freak out,” the redhead grins, taking another sip from her beer.

Beca looks back at her as if she’s crazy for a moment, though she’s soon scowling, but it’s a playful one. She knows Chloe can see that too, given the way her lips are arched slightly upward at the corners. “You kind of suck, you know that?”

“Hm, maybe,” Chloe hums, setting her bottle down in front of her. Her eyes are back to glistening in that familiar way again as she locks her gaze with Beca’s. “But you’re still here with me.”

She’s right, she is. And while Beca had been trying to think of excuses as to why she shouldn’t have agreed to this earlier, she’s suddenly glad that she hadn’t listened to the responsible side of herself then. Her evening with Chloe has been much better than the one she would’ve spent at home with her roommate, and getting to see those eyes again? Totally worth it.

“You have a habit of staring, you know?” Chloe’s voice breaks into her thoughts, and Beca is almost embarrassed for a moment, until she realizes the other girl is staring right back at her. This time, she doesn’t scramble to pull her focus away. Instead, she just looks. She really lets herself look.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” Chloe nods. “But that’s okay. I like it.”

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This was supposed to be just dinner, but it’s pretty late by the time they leave, and they’re only doing so because the bar is closing for the night. Beca has stuck to soda, though Chloe has gotten progressively more intoxicated throughout the evening. She isn’t wasted, at least Beca doesn’t think so, but there’s no way she should be driving, so she isn’t going to let her.

She protests at first, insisting that she’s fine, but eventually Chloe caves, and soon Beca is helping to buckle her into the passenger seat of her car. Chloe’s will be fine left at the bar overnight, then Beca will drive to her hotel in the morning and bring her back to get it.

“You know, if you want to spend more time with me, you just have to say so. You don���t have to pretend like you’re worried about me driving,” Chloe teases once Beca is seated in the driver’s side. The brunette playfully rolls her eyes, before starting up the car.

She’d asked earlier which hotel Chloe and Aubrey were staying at. It’s close by, Beca knows it, and she’s soon driving toward it with Chloe relaxing back into the passenger seat. Her eyes are closed, Beca notices as she steals a glance toward her. She steals multiple, in fact.

She doesn’t really understand why she’s smiling to herself the way she is.

Or why an overwhelming sadness washes over her once she’s pulling up outside of the entrance to the hotel.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty. We’re here,” Beca announces as she puts the car in park. She looks over toward Chloe, whose eyes are still closed. It’s possible she’s a little more drunk than Beca had realized.

“I’m not sleeping,” the redhead mumbles, voice lazy. “Just resting my eyes.”

Beca chuckles to herself in response. “Well, time to unrest them. We’re back at your hotel.”

Chloe lets out a soft sigh through her parted lips, but eventually opens her eyes, pushing herself upright and reaching for the handle of the door. “Fine, fine. I might need a little help finding my room, though.”

Instinctively, Beca’s eyes drift toward the clock. It’s late, she really should be getting home. Though it’s clear, as she watches Chloe opening up the door and trying to climb out with her seatbelt still fastened in place that she really could use the help. Beca bites back a laugh at the sight, then eventually cuts the engine.

“Alright, hold on,” she says, unbuckling both of their seatbelts, and then hurrying out of the car and over to the passenger side to help Chloe out. “You have your key, right?” She questions as she locks her car, hand settled almost protectively on the taller girl’s back, just in case she needs to catch her. Fortunately, it seems Chloe can walk in a straight line still, though that doesn’t make Beca move her hand away, and she stays close as they head toward the building.

“I do,” Chloe nods, reaching into her purse to produce the keycard. It’s lucky that there’s a room number printed on it, and soon Beca is guiding the other girl up to the second floor where she and Aubrey’s hotel room is situated.

“Okay, all good?” Beca asks once they reach the correct door. She takes the keycard and slips it into the slot, carefully pushing it open.

“No,” Chloe whispers, though it’s a loud whisper, the kind that drunk people do when they think they’re being quiet. She grabs ahold of Beca’s hand, and the brunette doesn’t pull away. Instead she just eyes her for a moment as the redhead brings her finger up to her lips. “Shh. We have to be quiet, Aubrey’s sleeping.”

“We?” Beca questions, though Chloe is soon tugging her through the door and into the dark room, the soft sound of Aubrey’s sleep-laced breathing breaking through the stillness of what’s otherwise a calm, quiet room.

“It’s pretty late,” Chloe states very matter-of-factly, her voice still hushed, though not as much as it really should be. Luckily, Aubrey doesn’t seem to be stirring. “You can’t drive home now. You should just stay here. You can share my bed, it’s okay.”

Normally, the idea would be completely laughable to her, but in spite of the way she pauses, almost hesitating for a moment, the word ‘no’ doesn’t seem to be computing in Beca’s mind. She really should go home, it’s only a short drive, but Chloe is leading her toward the bed, hand still in her own, and Beca finds herself following.

They don’t change for bed. Not that Beca has pajamas with her anyway, but Chloe remains in her dress, too. They slip off their jackets, and it’s without further hesitation that Beca finds herself climbing into the bed beside Chloe.

“I don’t normally bring my dates back to my hotel room. At least not on the first date,” Chloe whispers, the playful tone in her voice evident even at its quieter volume.

“Date?” Beca quirks a brow, though the smile on her lips is an amused one. She can’t see Chloe’s expression, the room is too dark, so she’s pretty sure she can’t see hers, either. “It was a thank you for the tire dinner, wasn’t it?”

“Mm,” Chloe mumbles, her voice laced with exhaustion. She rolls onto her back, and Beca can see her silhouette in the light through the window now. She can see her lashes, she can tell her eyes are closed. “Thank you for the tire,” Chloe continues, voice hushed, still mumbly. “And the date.”

Beca doesn’t protest. Actually, she doesn’t say anything. But in doing so, she doesn’t protest.

---

“Oh my God, Chloe. You brought her back here?”

Aubrey’s voice is unfamiliar, much like Beca’s surroundings as her eyes blink open. The sun is streaming through the open blinds, filtering right onto her face, and it takes her a couple seconds to realize where she is. Her plan had been to slip out of bed once Chloe had fallen asleep, but no sooner had their heads hit the pillows were they both out like a light, and evidently her plan had not worked out the way she’d expected it to.

“What?” Chloe’s voice is mumbly, it’s lazy. It’s thick with sleep, and Beca sees, as she turns her head to glance over toward her, that her eyes are still closed. It’s not surprising really -- Chloe really had been pretty drunk last night.

The last thing Beca wants is for anyone to think she’d taken advantage of that, of course. She hadn’t. She’d literally fallen asleep as soon as she’d gotten into bed, and there’s a certain level of panic washing over her as she sits quickly upright, the blankets falling to reveal her outfit still very much intact. Chloe’s too.

“Whoa, this is not what it looks like,” Beca quickly states, shaking her head. She’s about to continue, to explain that Chloe had been really drunk and needed help getting back to the hotel, but Aubrey shakes her head, cutting her off.

“I don’t have time for this,” the blonde states, and Beca can suddenly hear that there’s panic in her voice. She sees that she’s tossing things into her suitcase, almost haphazardly.

“Aubrey, what’s going on?” Chloe asks, having apparently adjusted to her surroundings. She’s sitting up now too, concern written across her features. Beca doesn’t know Aubrey, but she knows that something is wrong with her.

“It’s my aunt,” Aubrey says, though she doesn’t look over at them. She’s still stuffing her belongings into her suitcase.

“What? What happened?” Chloe is peeling herself quickly from the bed, and while she’s a little unsteady on her feet, she makes her way over to Aubrey, protectively placing her hands on the other girl’s arms. “Aubrey, what happened?”

The blonde doesn’t answer her question, but it’s obvious that she’s crying when she responds. “I’m sorry, Chlo. We have to cut this trip short.”

Beca sees the expression on Aubrey’s face, it’s a vivid mixture of both sadness and guilt as she continues. “We have to go home.”

#beca mitchell #chloe beale #bechloe #bechloe fic #broken road #mine #mine:writing

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Chapter 07 - Hunteri Heroici

Addison raises an eyebrow when she finds Dean grabbing a couple of beers out of the gas station’s coolers. “Dude, it’s ten in the morning,” she says, joining him. She had a bottle of orange juice and an apple in her hands. Dean stares at her. “What?”

“When did you switch bodies with Sam,” Dean questions.

“Excuse me for not wanting to die of alcohol poisoning,” Addison counters, heading towards the register.

“Maybe you could use some alcohol poisoning,” Dean retorts. Addison shoots him a confused look. He grabs her arm and pulls her off to the side. “You don’t think I haven’t noticed that you haven’t been sleeping.”

Addison raises an eyebrow. “You’re talking to me about not sleeping.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Hey, I’m relying on you to cover my ass.”

Addison shakes her head and walks up to the counter. After paying for their groceries and gas, they make their way back to the Impala where Sam was on the phone and pumping gas. “Right, yeah. No, just, uh…just call us whenever you find something. Yeah. Yeah, course. Right, I - I, uh…Yeah, hey, you know what? Uh, Dean’s here. He really wants to talk to you,” Sam says, then shoves his phone at Dean.

Dean shoots his younger brother an annoyed look. “Mrs. Tran, yeah, hi, uh…” He hangs up and tosses the phone back to Sam. “Tunnel. What’s going on in Tran-land?”

“Well, uh, Garth finally got them to his houseboat, but Kevin’s having a lot of trouble reading their half of the tablet,” Sam explains. “So far, bits and pieces. Nothing about boarding up Hell.”

Addison raises an eyebrow. “Garth has a safe houseboat?”

“I don’t even ask questions anymore.”

Sam takes out the pump out of the Impala as Dean walks over to where Castiel was leaning against the Impala and reading the newspaper. “What’s the word, Cas,” Dean asks him.

“It’s a shortened version of my name,” Castiel replies, not looking up.

“Yes, it is. I meant what’s the word on the Word? Any, uh, tablet chatter on angel radio?”

“Oh, I couldn’t say. I turned that off.”

“You can do that,” Addison questions, exchanging a look with Sam.

“Yeah, it’s a simple matter of blocking out subsonic frequencies. I could draw you a diagram if you want.”

“No, that’s — we’re good. Why’d you flip the switch,” Dean asks.

“Because it’s a direct link to Heaven. And I don’t want anything to do with that place — not anymore.”

“So, what now? Move to Vermont, open up a charming B&B?”

Castiel sighs. “No. I still want…I still need to help people. So, I’m gonna become a hunter.”

Addison snorts. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. I could be your forth wheel.”

“You know that’s not a good thing, right,” Dean tells the angel.

“Of course it is. A fourth wheel adds extra grip, greater stability.” Castiel holds up the newspaper. “I even found a case. Oklahoma City. A man’s heart jumped ten feet out of his chest. It sounds like our kind of thing, right?”

Sam exchanges a look with Dean and Addison. “He’s got a point.”

“Excellent,” Castiel brightly replies. He taps the roof of the Impala and starts to walk away. “I’ll see you there.”

 “Wait, Cas. Cas,” Dean yells, causing the angel to look at him. “If you want to play cowboys and bloodsuckers, that’s fine. But you’re gonna stick with us, okay? None of this zapping around shit. Capiche?”

Castiel nods. “Yeah, I capiche.”

“All right, then.”

Dean walks over to the driver’s door. Addison opens the door behind him and starts to climb in. “Can I, uh, at least ride in the front seat,” the angel asks.

Dean and Sam exchange a look. “No,” they say together.

~*~

“Coroner said his heart was ejected from his body,” the detective tells the hunters and angel. They were all in the morgue, taking a look at the body from the case that Castiel had found them. “Got some air too. Found it in a sandbox.”

“Any idea what happened, detective,” Sam questions.

“A lot of people are thinking drugs, Agent Nash. An assload of drugs.”

“There are no narcotics in that man’s system,” Castiel tries to quietly tell Dean. Except he’s loud enough for Addison, Sam, and the detective to hear him. “His molecules are all wrong.”

“And you don’t think that’s what happened,” Addison asks.

The detective pulls back the sheet covering the victim’s body. An heart shaped hole was in the middle of his chest. “Never seen an eight ball do that.”

“Whoa. Who called it in?”

“Friend of his named Olivia Kopple. She saw the whole thing,” the detective explains, pulling the sheet back over the phone. Her phone rings and she looks at it. “Oh. Ah, shit. I have - I have to take this.” The detective hands the file to Sam. “Here’s everything we got. Knock yourself out.”

Sam nods. “Thanks.”

“Listen, you see anything weird, anything out of the box, you give us a call,” Dean tell the detective, handing her a business card.

“Whatever you say, Scully,” the detective replies, taking the card and walking out of the room.

“I can’t sense any EMF or sulfur,” Castiel says, looking over the body. “Mr. Frieling’s arterial health is, uh, excellent.” Addison raises an eyebrow when he leans over the body and sniffs. “Mm. He did recently suffer from a…mild, uh…” He sniffs once more. “What is that? Bladder infection.”

“Cas, stop smelling the dead guy,” Dean tells the angel.

“Why? Now I know everything about this man. So we can—”

“Do you know he was having an affair,” Sam interrupts, looking up from the file.

“What?”

“Strike one, Sherlock,” Dean mutters. Addison smacks his chest.

“According to Olivia, they would meet at the park every Thursday at 12:45, walking to the Moonlight diner, where she always ordered a Caesar salad, dressing on the side. They would chat about everything and she’d be back on the road by 1:30.”

Castiel looks between the three hunters. “You don’t think she’s telling the truth.”

“Way too much detail. And it sounds very rehearsed,” Addison tells him.

“Plus, we drove past the Moonlight diner on the way into town,” Sam continues. “It’s attached to the Moonlight motel.”

“Okay, well, let’s say that, uh Gary here’s on the prowl, but he’s playing it safe because…” Dean trails off as he lifts up Gary’s left hand to reveal a wedding ring. “Dude’s married. Doesn’t want anyone to see his ride parked out in front of a by-the-hour fleabag.”

“So, he stashes his car at the park across the street, meets Olivia there.”

“His wife probably found out about it and it broke her heart.”

“So, she breaks his,” Addison reasons. “Very witchy.”

Dean nods. “Yes, it is. Guy was living a lie and it came back to bite him in the ticker.” Addison pats Castiel’s shoulder. “But nice job on the bladder infection.”

~*~

Mrs. Freling was a woman in her early forties. With perfectly styled brown hair and perfectly done make up. She wore a black dress and layers of jewelry Her house was a standard two story home in a suburb with an perfectly done kitchen. She was sitting at the kitchen table. “I don’t understand,” she says. “Gary had a heart attack. Why would the FBI—”

“The parks are government property,” Dean interrupts. “We just got a few questions for you.”

“I’ll, uh, I’ll handle this. I’ve done research. I can crack her,” Castiel whispers to the trio. Addison watches as the angel walk over to the table. “Now, Mrs Freling, I don’t want to bother you. I - I really don’t. But I - I do have just one question for you.” Castiel slams his hand down on the table causing Mrs. Freling to jump. “Why did you kill your husband?!”

Mrs. Freling sobs. Addison shoots Dean a look, imploring him to do something. “Agent Stills. A word, please,” Dean says.

Castiel walks over to Dean. “What? I was being bad cop.”

“No, you were being bad everything.”

“Please, forgive my partner,” Sam says, sitting down at the table. “He’s, uh, he’s going through some stuff.”

“Listen to Sam,” Dean whispers to the angel.

“What he was trying to ask…is…is there any way Gary might have had secrets…something he was hiding?”

Mrs. Freling shoots him a confused look. “Hiding? Like what?”

“Was there anything that Gary might have been doing that raised suspicions,” Addison softly asks.

There’s a knock at the door, then it opens. “Deb,” a woman calls out. The group turns to see a light haired brunette woman enter the room with a casserole dish.

“Olivia,” Mrs. Freling greets, walking over and hugging the woman.

Addison exchanges a look with Sam. “Are you okay,” Olivia asks.

“As in mistress Olivia,” Dean quietly asks, looking over at Sam and Addison.

“This is awkward,” Castiel states.

Mrs. Freling wraps an arm around Olivia and turns back to the hunters. “I’m sorry. What did you think Gary was hiding?”

“That he was sleeping with her,” Castiel blurts out.

“I know.”

Addison frowns. “You know?”

“Gary and I…we…had an arrangement. He was seeing Olivia and I was spending some time with our neighbor P.J.”

“I’ll, uh, I’ll put this in the kitchen,” Olivia says, walking away. Mrs. Freling walks with her.

“Fucking suburbs,” Dean lets out once the women are out of ear shot.

“So, she’s not a witch,” Castiel asks, looking between the trio.

“Just the best wife ever.”

“Then what killed her husband?”

“Who gives a fuck,” Dean excitedly mutters. He looks over at Addison with a smirk on his face.

Addison pats Dean’s arm. “Never happening.”

~*~

Addison and Sam look over the edge of the building. It was a long drop to the street below, where police officers and crime scene techs were taking care of the body. “This case is fucking weird,” she mutters to Sam. They walk back over to where Dean and Detective Glass were standing. “This looks like a suicide.”

“It was,” Detective Glass tells them. “Guy left a note. He invested everything in Roman Industries and lost it all when they crashed and burned.”

“So, why call us,” Dean questions.

“Because I have two witnesses who swear that Madoff here floated in mid-air for a good ten seconds, then he looked down, and splat. Not sure I buy that, but the way they were talking, it sounds something straight out of a—”

“Cartoon,” Dean finishes.

“Hey, detective,” a crime scene tech calls out.

Detective Glass shrugs. “You said you wanted weird.”

“Thanks.” Dean turns to Sam and Addison as Castiel joins them. “She’s right, you know. I mean, the whole heart jumping out of the guy’s chest, the - the - the delayed fall - that’s straight up Bugs Bunny.”

“So, we’re looking for some sort of insect-rabbit hybrid,” Castiel asks. “How do we kill it?”

“No, we don’t, Cas,” Sam amusedly tells him. “That’s a character, like, uh, like Woody Woodpecker or Daffy Duck.”

“They’re little animated movies. You know, uh, the coyote chases a roadrunner, and then the…” Dean laughs. “The anvil gets dropped on his head.”

Castiel frowns. “Is it supposed to be funny?”

Dean wipes the smile off his face. “No. It’s hilarious.”

~*~

Addison doesn’t look up from her MacBook as she lounges on a bed in their motel room. Castiel was sitting at the end of her bed, watching TV. Dean and Sam were at the small table. The angel turns off the TV. “I understand,” he says. “The bird represents God. And coyote is man, endlessly chasing the divine, yet never able to catch him. It’s…it’s hilarious.”

“I got no idea what we’re hunting,” Dean says, closing the book in front of him. Addison raises an eyebrow when Castiel grabs a toiletry bag out of one of the duffles. “Maybe it’s a Tulpa. Maybe it’s  some - some crazy god who watched too much Robot Chicken. I - I - I mean, is there a link between Heartbreak Hotel and Free Fallin’?”

Sam sighs. “Not that I can find.”

“All right, well, I’m gonna call it. Cas, you gonna book a room or what?”

“No, I’ll stay here,” Castiel replies.

Dean stares while the angel goes through his toiletry bag. “Oh, okay. Yeah. We’ll have a slumber party, braid Sam’s hair. Where are you gonna sleep?”

“I don’t sleep.”

“Okay, well, I need my four hours, so…”

“I’ll watch over you.”

“Not happening,” Addison tells him, closing her MacBook. She sets her laptop on the nightstand and walks into the bathroom. Dean had been right. She wasn’t sleeping well. Every time she went to sleep, she was woken up by nightmares of their time in Purgatory. Most of the time, she wasn’t able to sleep. Makeup hide the dark circles under her eyes. Coffee and energy drinks helped her stay alert. But only for a short amount of time. There’s a knock on the door, then it opens.

“Cas got wind of another cartoon like activity,” Dean tells her.

Addison nods. “Just give me a couple of minute and I’ll be ready to go.”

Dean shakes his head. “You’re staying here.”

“Dean, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Ads, get some rest. Or I’ll make Cas do that thing that will force you to sleep.”

Addison rolls her eyes. “Fine. I’ll stay here and try to get some rest.” Dean presses a kiss against her cheek and walks out of the room. She leans against the counter until she heard the motel door open and close. She runs a hand through her hair and walks out of the bathroom.

~*~

Dean runs a hand over his face and takes a swig of his beer. He was sitting at the small table in their motel room. Sam was still at the police station, going over the files of the other robberies while Dean and Castiel had gone back to the motel room to research. Addison was curled up in bed, asleep. “Your father,” Castiel says, flipping through John’s journal while sitting on the other bed. “He had beautiful handwriting.”

“How you feeling, Cas,” Dean questions the angel.

“I’m fine.”

“Well, I just…I - I - I know that when…I got puked out of Purgatory, it took me a few weeks to…find my sea legs.”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy you’re back. I’m fucking thrilled. It’s just this whole mysterious resurrection thing - it always has one mother of a downside.”

Castiel closes the journal and looks at the hunter. “So, what do you want me to do?”

“Maybe take a trip upstairs.”

“To Heaven?”

“Yeah, poke around, see if the God squad can’t tell us how you got out.”

“No.”

“Look, man, I hate those flying ass monkeys just as much as you do but—”

“Dean,” Castiel snaps. “I said no!”

A tense silence fills the room. Addison lets out a snore. Dean closes Addison’s MacBook. “Talk to me.”

“Dean…when I was…bad…and I had all those things…the leviathans writhing inside me…I caused a lot of suffering on Earth, but I devastated Heaven. I vaporized thousands of my own kind and I - I - I can’t go back.”

“Cause if you do, the angels will kill you.”

“Because if I see what Heaven’s become…what I…what I made of it…I’m afraid I might kill myself.”

Addison shoots up in the bed. Dean’s at her side in a matter of seconds. “I’m fine,” she says, hand pressed against her chest. 

Dean pulls her against his chest. He presses his lips against her forehead. “Giant spiders,” he asks.

Addison shoots him a soft smile. “The biggest.”

“Hey,” Sam says, entering the motel room. “Got something.”

“Good,” Castiel replies. “Excellent. What?”

“So, this black hole guy, before he tried the bank, he robbed a house across from the park where Gary blew a gasket.”

Dean runs a hand down Addison’s back. “So, uh, what, you think the house heist and Gary’s corpse are connected?”

Sam holds up a file. “According to the file, they happened at pretty much at the exact same time. Here. Check this out. Okay.” He spreads out a map with X’s on the bed. “Here’s the house and Gary died across the street here. And that building from this morning - right there. The black hole hit that too.”

Addison frowns. “That’s where the banker did his jump.”

“Yeah.”

“So, what are these other Xs?”

“Well, those are the places that stuff got stolen. But nobody got dead. Take away the graffiti and these all look like just normal smash and grabs. But I made a few phone calls, talked to some people who are nearby - neighbors and whatnot - and they reported a whole lot of crazy.”

“Like,” Dean questions.

“Like a jogger bumping his head and sprouting a four inch lump. Or a kid walking into a wall and hearing birdies. Basically for fifty yards around each robbery, people were living in a cartoon. But it didn’t last long. I mean, five, ten, minutes at each place,” Sam explain.

 “About the length of time it would take a thief to get in and out,” Castiel says.

“Exactly. But whenever power he’s using, it’s - it’s - it’s not targeted. I mean, it’s - it’s kind of like an area of effect. I mean, picture him in a - in a bubble of weird and anything that touches it gets daffy.”

“So, this Animaniac can step through walls, can toss an anvil,” Dean asks.

“Yeah, but he’s warping reality to do it. So if someone happens to be nearby meeting the girl of his dreams…”

“His heart leaps out of his chest,” Addison finishes.

Dean frowns. “Okay, so, smashing the rent a cop, that - that was on purpose, but the rest of them…what, is that just collateral weird?”

Sam shrugs. “Maybe.”

“So, we’re looking for a thief,” Castiel reasons.

“And the deposit box he was after. Now, the house, the office - every place he’s hit belonged to someone living at the Sunset Fields retirement home,” Sam finishes.

“So, you think out guy’s there,” Dean asks.

“Worth a shot.”

“All right. Well, let’s gear up. It’s wabbit season,” Dean says, standing up.

Castiel frowns. “I don’t think you pronounced that correctly.”

~*~

Addison follows the boys and Castiel into the day room of Sunset Fields Retirement Home. A man using a walker and wearing an oxygen mask walks past them. Dean presses himself against the wall. Addison rolls her eyes upon seeing the look on Dean’s face. “It’s not that bad,” she softly tells him.

“You can’t tell me this joint doesn’t give you the herbs and or jeebs,” Dean argues.

Addison smiles at him. “Hello,” a man wearing a suit says, walking up to them. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah,” Dean replies as they each pull out their FBI badges. “Agent Crosby. FBI.”

“Sorry, I’m Dr. Dwight Mahoney. I run Sunset Fields.”

“We need to question your residents,” Castiel tells him.

Dr. Mahoney frowns. “Well…why? About what?”

“Grand larceny, mostly,” Sam explains.

“Of course. Um, by all means, ask away. If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”

“Appreciate it.”

“Great,” Dean replies, looking around the room. Dr. Mahoney walks away. “All right, let’s do this. No flirting, you two.” He looks at Addison and quickly unbuttons another button on her shirt. She shoots him a disbelieving look. “You always get more info from folks when you look more slutty.” Addison narrows her gaze and buttons up her shirt. She pushes past him. Dean smirks, watching her walk away.

“Hey, you know, you should totally tell Ads about that thing,” Sam reminds.

Dean shrugs. “I’ll tell her when the time is right.”

A half hour later, Addison is examining a board with pictures of different residents. She glances to her right and finds a man with a tray of food in front of him. He was staring off into space. “You all done here,” an orderly asks. “All right.” The orderly notices Addison. “It’s creepy, right? A lot of these people…they just tune out and live in their own heads. It’s like the real world is too much for them and they just run and hide, you know?”

Addison nods. “Yeah,” she softly says. She wanted nothing more than to run and hide from the nightmares that were constantly plaguing her. She wanted nothing more than the ability to stare off into space and not feel like something was after her.

“Hey, what do you got,” Dean asks, walking up to her with Sam.

“Um, nothing. Uh, no hex bags, no EMF. You guys,” Sam replies.

“Nada. Half the folks I talked to don’t even remember being robbed.”

“Do you guys remember a man named Fred Jones,” Addison asks, looking between the brothers. “I think he was either a contact of my dad’s or John’s. He lived outside of Salt Lake.”

Dean smirks. “Yeah, that guy gave me my first beer. I don’t even think I was double digits.”

“Right, yeah,” Sam agrees. “Me too.”

Addison raises an eyebrow. “Well, that explains why my dad never left me alone with him. Anyway, he was psychic, right?”

“Psychokinetic. Why,” Dean asks.

Addison taps a photo. “He’s in room 114.”

“Cas,” Dean loudly whispers. They turn to see Castiel kneeling in front of an orange tabby cat. “Let’s go.”

“I’ve almost cracked him,” Castiel argues, staring at the cat.

“Now.”

Addison shakes her head and walks away, with the boys behind her. She easily finds room 114. She knocks on the door frame before entering. Fred was sitting in a wheelchair, watching cartoons. “Mr. Jones,” she softly says. She kneels down next to his chair. “It’s Addison Sloan. Do you remember me?”

“Fred,” Dean loudly asks. Fred doesn’t acknowledge them. He turns off the TV. “Fred! Hey!” Dean claps his hand, but Fred continues to stare up at the TV.

“So, you really think this one man is causing all these…shenanigans,” Castiel asks, looking between the hunters.

“Well, if he is, he’d be surrounded by a circle of crazy, right,” Dean replies. “Hang on.” He picks up a thick book from the dresser and smacks it against his forehead. A cartoon like noise is heard and birds chirping. Dean shakes his head, making an cartoon noise. “Bingo.”

Castiel frowns. “But how?”

“Fred’s got juice,” Sam explains. “I mean, an average psychokinetic can move things with hims mind, but a guy like Fred — you get hime worked up, he can reshape reality.”

“All right,” Dean says. “So, where’s his off switch?”

“I don’t even think he knows that we’re here,” Addison responds. 

“Do we…kill him,” Castiel asks.

“Excuse me, Agents.” The hunters and angel turn to see Dr. Mahoney standing in the doorway with an orderly. “Did he just threaten to murder one of my patients?”

~*~

Addison walks into the day room of Sunset Fields with Dean. They stare at the walls that were covered in cake. Some of the employees were wiping cake off of the residents. “Oh, you got my message,” Castiel says, walking up to them. Good.”

“What the hell happened,” Dean asks, looking around.

“There was a pastry mishap,” Castiel explains.

Addison nods. “Yeah, we can kinda see that.”

“The frosting reached near supersonic speeds. I thought—”

“Hey,” Sam interrupts Castiel, joining them. “Fred’s gone.”

“What?”

“Oh, fan-fucking-tastic,” Dean mutters. “Way to take your eye off the ball.”

One of the employees pushes a woman in a wheelchair. She stops and stares at the group. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Well, trust me, sweetheart, you got bigger fish.”

The elderly woman pulls off the oxygen mask. “Charles, she’s wearing my diamonds,” she says to Castiel.

The employee tries to push past the hunters, but is blocked. “Wait.”

“What? What’s wrong,” the employee asks.

Castiel grabs the woman’s arm to show them a diamond bracelet. “This is Mrs. Tate’s bracelet,” he says. “Where did you get it?”

“Answer the question,” Dean tells the employee.

The employee looks between them. “My boyfriend gave it to me.”

Addison nods. “And where can we find your boyfriend?”

~*~

Addison rubs her face as the Impala pulls to a stop outside of the bank. She had stayed behind while the boys went to talk to the orderly. She wanted nothing more than to just lay down and sleep for a full night without any nightmares. The boys had spent the drive catching her up on what she had missed while they were talking to the orderly. “All right,” Dean says as they climb out of the Impala. “Jones had got to be close. Ads and I’ll hit the bank. You see if you can find him.”

Addison follows Dean over to where a large black circle was drawn on the side of the building as Sam and Castiel walk down the street. “Do you think this is really gonna work,” she asks.

“Only one way to know.” Dean reaches his arm into the circle and pulls it out. He grins at Addison. “Awesome.”

“You first,” Addison tells him. She watches as he climbs through the circle. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “Please don’t let me die.” She climbs through the circle and finds Dean standing on the other side with a grin. “Okay, that was pretty cool.”

“It was awesome. Come on.” Dean motions to the back of the bank. They walk to the back and find the safe wide open. Dr. Mahoney was empty the safe deposit boxes into a duffle bag on the table. Dean pulls out his gun and cocks it. “What’s up, Doc?”

“You let me walk and half of this is yours,” Mahoney tells them.

Dean glances at the bags. “I think I’m gonna pass. I’m not really into stealing from sweet old ladies.”

“I’m not stealing from them. I’m stealing from their children. Little bastards think they can drop their folks off at a home and visit twice a year, maybe. I took care of all these old geezers. I think I deserve—”

“Shut up,” Addison snaps. She had her own gun drawn and aimed at the doctor.

“Fine. Have it your way.” Dean starts to lower his gun. Mahoney flings papers at the two of them and shoves Dean into the wall. Addison takes off after him. She fires her gun, but a flag with the word ‘bang’ shoots out instead. “Welcome to the fun house.”

“Time to Roger Rabbit this shit,” Addison says, as Dean catches up to her. “You go after Mahoney. I’ll figure something out.” Addison takes off in a different direction. She reaches into her jacket and pulls out a large sharpie. She quickly draws an ‘X’ on the floor. She ducks out of the way as Dean and Mahoney reach her. Mahoney pulls out a frying pan from his jacket and hits Dean in the face with it. “Holy shit!”

“Give up,” Mahoney taunts. “I’ve been dealing with this crazy for months! And you, idiots, bring a gun to a gag fight.”

“That wasn’t the only thing we brought,” Addison replies, waving the marker at him. “X marks the spot.”

Mahoney dives out of the way just before an anvil hits the ground. He grabs the bag of stolen goods and runs towards the black hole. He runs into the wall and crashes to the floor.

“Looks like somebody turned off the boob tube,” Dean tells him.

“Good,” Mahoney says, pulling out his own gun. “Means I can use this.”

“No!” They turn to see Fred, Sam, and Castiel in the bank. “You are never going to hurt anyone again,” Fred angrily tells the doctor. Mahoney tries to stop from pointing the gun at his own head, but is unable to fight against Fred’s powers. He fires a single shot. The hunters flinch.

“Now that’s all, folks,” Dean mutters.

“My god,” Fred says, looking around the bank.

“Fred. You good,” Sam asks.

“Now I’m good. In a month, yeah…” Fred sighs. “Nobody gets sharper with age. I’m gonna lose control again and somebody’s gonna get hurt…again. You got to make it stop.”

“There might be a way,” Castiel says. “The procedure will be painful and…when it’s over, I’m not sure how much of you will be left.”

Fred takes a deep breath and looks at the angel. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

~*~

Addison closes her eyes. She buries her face in the pillow. They had left Castiel with Fred at the retirement home that morning. Fred was safe, happy trapped in his mind. They had checked into another motel in a different town. Sam had retreated to the bathroom, calling dibs on the first shower. She feels the bed dip down. Dean pulls her back against his chest. “I’m here,” he softly says. “I got a gun under my pillow. You’re gonna get a full night’s worth of sleep. No nightmares. You’re gonna dream about you and Scarlet Johansson at beach. Rubbing each down with the sun screen.”

“That sounds more like a dream you’d have,” Addison amusedly replies. She rolls over and tiredly smiles at him. She places a hand on his cheek, feeling the five o’clock shadow he kept. “I love you.”

Dean smiles. He softly kisses her. “I know.”

Addison presses into him. “One day you’ll actually say it.”

“Yeah. But I like sounding like Han Solo.”

#supernatural #fanfiction #fanfic #dean winchester #dean winchester x oc #dean winchesterxofc #Dean wincehsterxoc #sam winchester #oc #ofc #original character #original female character #Addison sloan #series rewrite #season 08 #season 08 rewrite #season eight

[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 8x08: “Hunteri Heroici”

THEN: Sam and Amelia bond over losing a loved one. Cas is out of Purgatory; the truth of how/why he didn’t make it out is revealed. Naomi is the one responsible for resurrecting Cas. She is also Cas’ new boss.

Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.

That is terrifying.

RIP Gary. Heart burst right out of his chest.

“Yeah, hey, you know what? Uh, Dean's here. He really wants to talk to you.”

“Ms. Tran, yeah, hi, uh...” *hangs up*   

PFFT.

“Garth has a safe-houseboat?” I know, right?

“What's the word, Cas?”

“It’s a shortened version of my name.”

Oh, how I missed you.

“Any, uh, tablet chatter on angel radio?”

“Oh, I couldn't say. I turned that off.”

“You can do that?”

“Yeah, it's a simple matter of blocking out certain subsonic frequencies. I could draw you a diagram if you want.”

I would’ve been interested in seeing that diagram.

“Why'd you flip the switch?”

“Because it's a direct link to Heaven. And I don't want anything to do with that place – not anymore.”

Cas was trying to avoid Naomi.

AWW HON.

“I could be your third wheel.”

“You know that's not a good thing, right?”

“Of course it is. A third wheel adds extra grip, greater stability.”

Bless YOUR HEART.

“I even found a case. Oklahoma City – a man's heart jumped 10 feet out of his chest. It sounds like our kind of thing, right?” THE HUNTER LINGO, HOW ADORABLE.

Why are y’all mean to my angel???

Dean and Cas are standing rather close to each other.

“I can't sense any EMF or sulfur. Mr. Freleng's arterial health is, uh, excellent. Mm. He did recently suffer from a... *sniffs* ...mild, uh... *sniffs* What is that? ...bladder infection.”

“Cas, stop smelling the dead guy.”

Cas gets a gold star for trying.

“According to Olivia, they would meet at the park every Thursday at 12:45, walk to the Moonlight diner, where she always ordered a Caesar salad, dressing on the side. They would chat about everything, and she'd be back on the road by 1:30.”

“You don't think she's telling the truth.”

“Too much detail. Sounds rehearsed.”

At least Cas is learning from the best.

“Guy was living a lie, and it came back to bite him in the ticker.”

Don and Amelia’s wedding album. Small yikes.

The lighting during these scenes...is so superficially bright. Like it’s not real, like it’s just a dream.

“It's just this house, you – he's gonna think we're moving too fast. Are we moving too fast?” Yeah, y’all kinda are.

“So, who's this handsome fella? *Amelia’s dad walks past Sam to the dog* Yeah, he's a good boy! How you doing there? You're beautiful.” The chances of me doing that to someone are pretty high..

 (Did Sam ever meet Jess’ parents?)

“I got to say, Sam, you look like a real fixer-upper to me.” How do you even respond to that politely?

OH I KNOW WHAT THIS IS.

“Now, Ms. Freleng, I don't want to bother you. I – I really don't. But I – I do have just one question for you. *slams table* Why did you kill your husband?!”

I LOVE CAS’ ATTEMPT AT BAD COP, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. 

“I was being bad cop.”

“No, you were being bad everything.”

Where the hell did Cas even learn to do that???

“W-what did you think Gary was hiding?”

“That he was sleeping with her.”

“I know.”

At least it was a good thing Cas exposed that right away. They can now rule out witchcraft.

Straight out of Looney Tunes.

RIP dude. Fell to his death.

“So we're looking for some sort of insect-rabbit hybrid? How do we kill it?”

I love Cas.

“They're little animated movies. You know, uh, the coyote chases a roadrunner, and then the – the anvil gets dropped on his head.”

“Is it supposed to be funny?”

Yeah, it’s hilarious. (Tho the Wile E. Coyote/Roadrunner ones were usually my least favorite ones.)

“I understand. The bird represents God. And coyote is man, endlessly chasing the divine, yet never able to catch him. It's... It's hilarious.” You and your weirdo humor.

I love Cas digging through their stuff. It’s adorable.

“Cas, you gonna book a room or what?”

“No, I'll stay here.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah. We'll have a slumber party, braid Sam's hair.”

Team Free will slumber party! That would’ve been adorable.

“Okay, well, I need my four hours, so...”

“I’ll watch over you.”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

Dean gets so flustered over that.

RIP victim #3. Killed by an anvil.

Black Hole. a nefarious bank robber.

“Hey. Can you lift this?”

Cas is like “No shit, I can lift a simple anvil.”

One of my favorite Destiel moments, as upsetting as it gets.

“Your father... Beautiful handwriting.” Aww.

“Don't get me wrong. I'm – I’m happy you're back. I'm – I’m freaking thrilled. It's just this whole mysterious-resurrection thing – it always has one mother of a downside.”

“Maybe take a trip upstairs.”

“To Heaven?”

“Yeah, poke around, see if the God squad can't tell us how you got out.”

“No.”

“Look, man, I – I hate those flying-ass monkeys just as much as you do, but –”

“Dean! I said no!”

Cas putting his foot down.

“Talk to me.” I love when Dean does that.

“Dean, I... When I was... bad... and I had all those things – the... the leviathans... writhing inside me... I caused a lot of suffering on earth, but I devastated Heaven. I vaporized thousands of my own kind, and I – I – I can't go back.” 

(Cas does a little nose scrunch there that is the cutest thing.)

“'Cause if you do, the angels will kill you.”

“Because if I see what Heaven's become – what I – what I made of it... I'm afraid I might kill myself.”

WHAT A HUGE THING TO LEARN

OF ALL THE MOMENTS TO INTERRUPT. S A M.

I would’ve kicked Sam back out.

Sunshine Retirement Home.

“You can't tell me this joint doesn't give you the heebs and/or jeebs.” And that’s where I get it from.

Cas didn’t have his FBI badge? 

Dr. Dwight Mahoney.

(Also, the group alias: Crosby, Stills, and Nash.)

Cas is pretty.

“Oh! You look so much like my third husband.” Get it Sheila!

The heart eyes!

“A lot of these people – they just tune out and live in their own heads. It's like maybe the real world is too much for them, and they just run and hide, you know?”

Sam kinda looked disgusted with that meal.

“Uh, my father was in the Marines.”

“Jarhead, huh?”

“That's right. Uh, 2nd battalion, First Marines, Echo company.”

“I always thought they were a little puffed up, myself. But, hey. What do I know? I'm just an old grunt.”

Have some respect, dude.

“Sam, you got the look.”

“The look?”

“The one a lot of guys get after they've been through the meat grinder – the one that lets you know they've seen a lot of crap they can't forget. The second their feet hit solid ground, they start running, and they don't stop – not till they find something to hold on to.”

“You think that's what I'm doing here? Just holding on?”

Yeah, Sam.

“I think the two of you are holding on to each other, yeah. 'Cause I know she's scared. After what happened to Don, I don't blame her for taking off. Needing to run away and hide – I know why she did it. The question is – what are you running from, Sam?” Amelia’s dad freaking exposed them.

Fred Jones, a psychokinetic.

“So, you really think this one man is causing all of these... shenanigans?”

Testing the theory, Dean hit himself with a book. It’s textbook cartoon-ish, right down to the birdies.

“Do we... kill him?”

“Excuse me, Agents. Did he just threaten to murder one of my patients?”

Of all the times to get caught.

The cake mishap.

“Fred’s gone.”

“What?”

I’ll always love exasperated Cas.

Dr. Mahoney, the real villain.

The orderly just spills all the tea.

“Seems to me like the dude's living in a dream world.”

“This – it won't last. You are living in a dream world.”

“Sam is a mess.”

“I'm a mess. But when I'm with Sam, I'm happy, Dad. And I haven't been happy in a really long time. So please, just... let us be messes together.” 

But that’s how it falls apart.

At least the Dad immediately started on the “give him a chance” thing.

Cas gets him and Sam inside Fred’s mind.

Shattered reality.

“What's up, Doc?” Dean saw a chance and he took it.

“You let me walk, and half of this is yours.” UH REALLY

“Give up! I've been dealing with this crazy for months! And you – idiot – bring a gun to a gag fight.” Great line.

Sam vague talking about his own experience.

“Look, it can be nice living in a dream world. It can be great. I know that. And you can hide, and you can pretend...all the crap out there doesn't exist, but you can't do it forever because... eventually, whatever it is you're running from – it'll find you. It'll come along, and it'll punch you in the gut. And then... then you got to wake up, because if you don't, then trying to keep that dream alive will destroy you! It'll destroy everything!”

Fred takes back control.

RIP Dr. Mahoney. Forced to shoot himself.

“Now that's all, folks.”

“You got to make it stop.”

“There might be a way. The procedure will be painful, and... when it's over, I'm not sure how much of you will be left.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

Awww, Cas earned shotgun riding!

“I have been trying to pretend that I can escape what I did in Heaven, but I can't. All that pain that I caused – I – I have to come back, to make things right.” Cas took Sam’s words to heart.

“I want to stay with Mr. Jones. Someone should watch over him for a few days just to be safe.”

“Okay, and then what?”

“Then I'm not sure. But I know I can't run anymore.”

:’)

“So, Ame is playing the Sugarplum fairy, right? Right? Now, this is her big moment, you understand, and she waddles up onto the stage –”

“Waddles?”

“What? You were a chubby kid. It was adorable. Anyway, she waddles up onto the stage, and she is dragging two feet of toilet paper behind her.”

A cute family moment...

Sam opens up about what he’s running from: losing Dean.

Sam’s gut punch has come. Don’s alive.

“Ode to Joy from Symphony No.9” by Ludwig van Beethoven.

#supernatural #spn summer rewatch #spn liveblog #spn 8x08 #hunteri heroici

[writing-of-an-angel]

The Damned.

Summary: The Mark of Cain had been a burden since the day Dean had gotten it. when Y/N starts dreaming about the mark, she knows something is wrong, but what she doesn’t know is that she has to take the mark her self.

pairing(s): Dean x reader, future Crowley x reader, sam x reader (platonic)

warnings: angst, bad dreams, swearing, pain, a forced kiss, if there’s anything else please let me know!

word count: 2769

A/N: Well hey guys I've been very inactive the last few months which I do apologize for, but I hope this angst ridden mark of Cain Dean x reader makes up for it a bit!

Silence.

It was the only thing you could think about. It was the only thing you could hear.

“Dean? Sammy?” you called both their names repeatedly but there wasn’t any answer, just silence.

You walked up and down the halls but saw no sign of either of the boys.

Screaming.

It was the next thing you heard as you passed by the makeshift dungeon that was originally intended for Crowley. It was loud enough to be heard through the entire bunker.

Before you knew it you were in the room, but you weren't watching what was happening or who was screaming, you were sitting in a chair, chains around your body.

You were the one screaming.

---

“Y/N! Y/N wake up! Wake up!”

You shot up unsure of where you were and unsure of who was saying your name, but you looked over at who was on the other side of your bed, the person that was still holding your shoulders trying to wake you up

Dean.

“Dean? what happened? Where am I?”

“Relax sweetheart, you were having a bad dream, but you’re okay. You’re in the bunker and you’re safe, just take a breath.”

You looked frantically around trying to take in your surroundings, but next thing you knew Sam was slamming your door open and pointing his gun.

“What happened? Why was Y/N screaming?”

“We’re fine Sammy, Y/N just had a bad dream was all” Dean said looking at his younger brother.

“Don’t worry about me guys i’m fine, it’s just a dream i get every once and a while.”

You’d been getting this dream repeatedly for the last few months, ever since Dean had gotten The Mark of Cain, you had this constant fear. But there was also a constant feeling that wasn’t fear, but you didn’t know what it was. But little did you know that the feeling was something more than fear, it was the end.

---

You were sitting at breakfast watching Dean eat his waffles and Sammy eating his yogurt while you just picked at your food, not really hungry or interested in it.

Dean reached over and grabbed your hand rubbing circles on the back of it.

“Hey Sweetheart, don’t worry it was just a bad dream”

“I know” you gave him a little smile trying to give him some reassurance.

“So get this” Sammy started “I think there’s a case down in Oklahoma, couples have been going missing and there’s no evidence of kidnapping, or any other sort of foul play, but there is a symbol left behind that- oh my god…”

“What? What’s the symbol Sammy?” Dean asked him trying to glance at his laptop.

“The Mark of Cain”

Dean put down his fork pushing his plate away and standing up from the table. He started pacing back and forth in the kitchen, running his hands through his hair like he does when he’s stressed.

“So you’re saying this damn thing on my arm was found where couples have been taken?”

He looked down at the mark and your eyes followed his, where you noticed that it was glowing a sort of red-orange light.

“Pack your bags and meet me in the car in twenty, we’re going to Oklahoma”

---

You were sitting in the back of the old ‘67 Impala watching Dean’s jaw tighten and untighten, and his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. He was blaming himself for the couples that had gone missing.

“Dean, this isn’t your fault, this is probably some demon or monster leaving that symbol behind to taunt or bait you.”

“Well it’s working”

The rest of the drive was silent, minus the radio and Dean’s heavy breathing.

When you pulled into the motel dean opened the car door and then proceeded to slam it shut behind him.

“Dean!”

You called out, but he just kept walking.

“Dean!”

You called out again. He turned around this time, just staring at you.

“Y/N, if it weren't for me or this damn thing on my arm, these couples probably wouldn't have gone missing, and this whole mess wouldn't be happening.”

“We’re going to figure this out Dean, I promise.”

“The case or the mark?

“Both.”

---

It was back.

This damn dream that continued to haunt you every time you close your eyes, but it was different this time.

You were still sitting in the Chair chained up, but before you had been alone, screaming.

Now when you looked up there were two figures in front of you; Sam and Dean.

Before you even had time to assess the situation you were screaming.

They were poking needles connected to syringes in your arm. They were injecting what looked like blood right into you, but why?

---

Waking up was different this time too, you Weren’t screaming.

You turned over in your shared bed and saw Dean, fast asleep. He looked so carefree when he was sleeping.

When Dean was asleep it didn’t look like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, or that he was trying to fight the mark, because you saw him losing the fight more and more every day.

Lost in thought you didn’t realize Dean had woken up.

“Good morning beautiful”

He smiled, one of those genuine smiles that you seldom saw anymore. But it faded as his gaze drifted from your face to his forearm.

“Dean, I promised you, we’re going to figure this out. Do I ever break my promises?”

“No, never.”

You kissed him, slowly, sweetly, but it was quick and over too soon.

You rolled over out of the uncomfortable motel bed and walked to the bathroom, you went in and shut the door behind you.

You stepped out of your clothes and turned on the water in the shower, it was unusual for a motel to have such hot water, but the water felt as though it could burn your skin.

“That’s weird” you said to yourself more than anyone else.

You stepped in, but the water wasn’t burning your skin, it felt refreshing.

You got out, skin red and renewed. Wrapping your hair in a towel you walked over to the mirror and started brushing your teeth.

You finished and swiped away the mist on the mirror, but when you looked in you didn’t see yourself.

More specifically you saw yourself, but with black eyes. You leaned into get a closer look, but your reflection’s hand flew out of the mirror and around your neck.

You tried to pull her hand away, but she was much stronger than you were.

“Oh poor, poor Y/N. Look at you you’re pathetic. But look at me because this is what you’re going to become. Something stronger, better.”

You were losing air but you managed to choke out

“Never”

She laughed, it was evil, devilish.

“Oh sweet girl, you can’t fight your destiny, no matter how hard you try.”

It was now that you noticed the mark on the arm you were being held with

The Mark of Cain.

Next thing you knew, the creature in the mirror was gone, and all that was left was you staring back at yourself, bruises forming around your neck.

You splashed water on your face and tried to calm yourself down. You covered as many of the bruises with makeup as you could, but you couldn’t get them all.

You got dressed deciding on jeans, a plain long sleeve and a jacket that covered a majority of your neck.

When you walked out of the bathroom Sam and Dean were up already dressed. Sam was sitting at the table doing some more research for the case and Dean was grabbing the keys to baby.

“Where are you going?”

Dean walked over to you placing a kiss on your lips and forehead.

“I’m just going to grab some breakfast for us, i’ll be back soon. We’ll head out to the crime scenes and talk to witnesses when i get back. I love you.”

“I love you too Dean.”

He walked out of the motel room and you heard the hum of the impala fade away. You took a seat next to Sam and looked at his computer seeing he had a page about the Mark of Cain up.

“Hey Sam, I was thinking about the mark and I came up with something I Think. What if there was a way to transfer the mark?”

He gave you a weird look, but he started typing on his keyboard

“Interesting idea, but to who? You and I both know Dean would never let anyone else take this burden. He thinks he’s the one who has to sacrifice himself for the good of the world, and that’s what he believes he’s doing.”

“I don’t know, I guess I didn’t think of who.”

But you had, you had been thinking about it ever since you woke up from the dream that morning.

You were going to take the burden, you had to.

---

After Dean had gotten back you all ate at the small table together, talking over the details of the case and what the plan was.

You all finished up rather quickly and piled into the car, the two boys in their FBI garbs and you in your civilian ones. The plan was that they would go to the police station and morgue, and you would hit the streets to see if anyone saw anything and who had seen the couples last.

You were walking down a back alley by a bar where the last couple taken had been seen, when you looked at the ground and saw it,

The Mark of Cain.

It was drawn in paint on the ground right beneath your feet, but it wasn’t the exact mark that was on Dean’s arm, there was a circle around it.

You kept walking over the mark, but something was wrong, you couldn’t get out of the circle, you were trapped.

“Well hey there, you look a bit.. Well trapped”

You turned around to see a man in a suit with perfectly combed hair staring back at you.

“Wow, how rude of me, i haven’t even introduced myself yet.” he started walking around the mark just outside of the circle.

“The name’s Jake, and I am the man, well not exactly man, that’s going to make sure everything goes according to plan.”

His eyes went from a baby blue to a dark black in a matter of seconds.

“Who are you? And why am i trapped in this circle?” you asked between clenched teeth.

“Oh darling, they were right, you really are clueless.”

“Who are you talking about”

He smirked and laughed “My boss, but you know him as The King of Hell, Crowley.”

You didn’t understand what Crowley had to do with any of this, or why you were in this circle. But you did know it had something to do with the mark. Everything lately that happened with you had to do with the mark.

“I don’t know what the hell Crowley thinks he can do to me, but i do know you’re going to get me out of this circle.”

He laughed again, it was the same type of devilish laugh the girl in the mirror had done earlier

“Am I?” he stepped into the circle with you, and you couldn’t do anything or go anywhere.

He grabbed your arm violently “Look at it Y/N, look at what you’re going to become.”

You were crying now trying to look away, but he grabbed your face forcing you to look at it,

The Mark of Cain.

“Sweet Y/N, this day has been planned since before you were born. You will take the mark, today.”

The demon went to go step out of the circle, but turned around and grabbed your face again.

“Crowley gets what he wants, he always does sweetheart. And right now he wants you. Of course that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun with you first.” The demon pulled your face towards his, pressing his lips to your and shoving his tongue into your mouth.

“I’ll see you later Y/N.”

With that he was gone, and so was the circle on the ground. You looked at your arm and saw the mark wasn’t there anymore, but where it was there was a red-orange glow.

You didn’t really know what to do next, so you just kept talking to witnesses, trying to figure out what had happened to those people.

You learned that one of the friends of a woman who was taken saw a figure take the couple east on main street toward an empty warehouse.

You called Sam and Dean and told them to meet you there. You were waiting at the front for the boys when you heard screaming coming from inside. You ran in gun up, but you didn't’ see anyone. The only thing you saw were three empty chairs.

Before you knew what was happening a rag was put over your nose and mouth.

Then everything went black.

---

You woke up tied to one of the chairs you saw before. You looked over at the other two chairs and saw the Winchester brothers in the sam situation you were.

“Oh good, you’re awake!”

You looked up and saw the demon from earlier; Jake.

Sam and dean started stirring next to you trying to pull at the chain that was holding them to the chair.

“Oh come on guys, Don’t even try, the harder you pull at the chains, the tighter they become. So just relax, this is going to be fun!”

Jake walked over to you undoing your chains

“What are you doing?”

He smirked grabbing your hands

“I told you Y/N, there’s a plan for today, and you’re the biggest part of it. But in order for this plan to work, you have to do it willingly.”

“Do what?”

“Take the mark.”

Dean started pulling against his chains again “Y/N, no you can’t do this, it’s not your curse, it’s mine.”

Jake put his hand around Dean’s throat

“Oh Dean-o, this is not a curse. It’s a blessing, some even call it a gift. This is Y/N’s destiny, you were just the box it was delivered in.”

The demon grabbed your hands again, but threw you on  the floor right in front of Dean.

“So, Y/N, you have two choices. You can either take the mark willingly and save both Dean and Sam, or if you’re unwilling, i will force the mark on you but kill Dean and Sam. your choice, but you better choose quickly, otherwise i’ll choose for you, and you may not like what I choose.

“Y/N, please don’t do this”

Dean looked as though he was crying

“This is my burden, i’m the damned one here, I can’t let you become the monster i’m already becoming…”

Jake was growing impatient “Tick tock Y/N, tick tock.”

“I’ll do it, i’ll take the mark.”

You rose up from the ground where he had thrown you “I’ll do it, but you have to promise me they’ll be safe.”

He put his hand over his heart “Scouts honor”  

He laughed and grabbed you arm pulling it over to Dean’s. He wrapped your hand around the mark, and you could feel it, you could feel the power.

“I’m so sorry Dean, and i’m so sorry Sam. I couldn’t let you guys die. You guys will be fine, don’t worry about me.”

You leaned in and put your lips on Deans. Jake started chanting some latin ritual and you felt the energy go into your arm and your whole body, filling you.

Your arm started glowing, and you once again heard screaming. This time it was you and Dean screaming, the pain and the burden of it all was transferring from his body to yours.

When it was done you were sent back across the warehouse by some invisible force. You crashed into the wall and fell onto cardboard boxes.

You looked down at the pain on your arm and saw it glowing a dark, blood red.

The Mark of Cain.

When you looked over at the chairs you saw Dean’s head lulling on his chest and Sam screaming his name, But you didn’t care. You didn’t care about anything.

You got up and out of the boxes and walked towards Jake. He was smiling looking at the door.

“He’s here” he smiled not taking his eyes off the door.

“Who?” you asked, no emotion in your voice.

“Crowley.”

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A/N: Part 2?

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Criminal Minds S07E02 “Proof” review

Episode 02 – Proof

So I am so fucking excited about this season.

I just hope my lovely, cutie Morgan can find it in his ginormous heart to forgive Prentiss, because my heart will literally break if I have to see another scene featuring that offended face of his.

So ....

Let’s see what happens.

So that guy is a homicidal Pinocchio? Gross.

“So you finished the course?”

“And completed my case rotation.”

“Hotch says he’s never seen a rookie profiler analyze and write up cases as well as you.”

Wait, so JJ is officially a profiler now? AWESOME!

“He said that?”

You bet, babe.

“Yeah. Well, after all the cases you presented over the years, I’m not surprised.”

“Hey, where have you been? I wanted to do brunch this weekend.”

“I had to deal with some stuff with my mom. Have you seen Garcia?”

Poodle, I’m about to whoop your cute little butt, what the fuck?

“Uh, she’s with Rossi.”

“He hates me.”

“He was just busy.”

Oh Emily, you cutie BFF, you’re the best.

“Let it go.”

I love her.

“Okay, you can be honest. I can take it.”

“Okay. I prefer my pasta al dente, and the pancetta was a little weird.”

“Oh. That’s ‘cause it’s tofu.”

“Tofu? I give you my recipe and you do an improve?”

I’m with Rossi all the way. I love my veggie goddess, but I love my meat more ... sorry.

“No, no, I followed it down to the micron, aside from the pig.”

“Look, master of all things Italian, I am having a Fellini festival at my house this weekend and I must serve the beautiful food of his country.”

“Maybe you should show a Disney film and stick with burgers.”

WHAT?! Oh my sarcastic Italian stallion.

“You know, Rossi, you could always give Penelope a cooking lesson.”

“Oh, my gosh, that would be amazing.”

Oh my god, Rossi’s ‘thanks for throwing me under the bus, bub’ face makes me smile.

“That would be like – that would be like the Iron Chef meets the BAU. And we could do ait at your house.”

“I don’t have a house, I have a mansion.”

Of course you do XD

“All right, let’s get started.”

Oh my god, JJ handing over the remote to Penelope is the cutest!

“Oh. All right, mes amis. You are jetting to Durant, Oklahoma, because in the last three days, two women have been found dead after being sexually tortured and then blinded with a sulfuric acid solution.”

Yikes.

“Abby Elcott is our first victim. 19-year-old art student. She was headed to campus for an advanced drawing class. She’d been missing for two days. Same goes for our second victim, Beth Westerly, 17. She had just finished her coffee shop shift and was on her way to a bar method class.”

Whew, that’s brutal.

“Both low-risk victims.”

“And physically similar. How close are the two abduction sites?”

“Five miles apart at bus stops. Abby’s cell was found near one, Beth’s scarf near the other.”

“Where are the dump sites?”

“One in an alley, the other in a field.

“So he stapled their eyes open, then he blinded them. It’s about power and control.”

GROSS! Pinocchio, stop it!

“Maybe he didn’t want them to watch while he hurt them.”

“Or it could be about shame. Perhaps the unsub is disfigured himself.”

“Blinding the victims leaves them helpless, lost, totally dependent.”

“It may be a manifestation of how he sees himself in this world.”

“It is a form of enucleation, just without the scalpel. His face is the last they see before darkness.”

“The rest of us, ,wheels up in 30 minutes.”

Mark Twain: “If it is a miracle, any sort of evidence will answer. But if it is fact, proof is necessary.”

“Victimology is very similar. Blond-haired, blue-eyed teenage girls. We believe they were each abducted near public transportation stops.”

“When was this photo taken?”

“Beth was caught on a bank surveillance camera three hours before she disappeared.”

Whoop. Seriously, those bank surveillance cameras are creeping me out.

“That’s a recent photo of Abby.”

“So she wasn’t found in the same clothes she was abducted in.”

“Maybe he changed them because hers were burned by the sulfuric acid.”

“It’s possible. Sulfuric acid can turn human flesh into soap.”

“Garcia, any recent similar cases in the surrounding area?”

“Actually, yes. Two months ago a prostitute and a runaway were both found raped and killed and they had stab wounds to their eyes.”

“So maybe he practiced on high-risk victims first. And then advanced to chemical enucleation.”

“Isn’t that a rare paraphilia?”

“Well, the chemical part is. It would exacerbate the pain.”

“Like Ed Kemper, he’s probably practicing on surrogates before going after the real object of his rage.”

“Dave, you and I will talk to the parents. Morgan and Prentiss, go to the disposal sites. JJ, you and Reid go to the abduction sites.”

Awkward.

“It’s amazing on one witnessed her abduction.”

“Emily was buried six feet under and wound up in Paris, so I guess anything’s possible, right?”

“So that is what this is about.”

Yup.

“Maybe our unsub’s a little bit like Bundy. He feigns injury in order to get her to help him.”

“Look, Spence, if you want to talk about this …”

“Maybe he tried other tactics, like ‘Wow, you’re really pretty’. ‘You should be a model. I can take your photo’.”

“I’ll take that as a no.”

“Either one would disarm her.”

“Charm is quite the killer.”

“So are tears.”

Whoa, what the fuck, Spence?

“You smell the urine?”

“I thought that was air freshener.”

XD

“It’s a homeless corridor.”

“This guy’s either homeless or appears to be. He most likely has a car, to get them from the abduction site to here.”

“Just because you’re homeless doesn’t mean you’re careless.”

“It could explain why he chose high-risk victims at first. They were all around him.”

“I know this is difficult, but I need you to look at the clothes that Abby was wearing when we found her.”

“Do you recognize them?”

“Do you find anything odd about Beth’s clothing?”

“You sure?”

“You’re sure?”

What are they trying to make sure of?

“In addition to the blinding, taking their clothes further robs them of their identity.”

“He’s either keeping their garments as souvenirs or re-dressing the victims as a forensic countermeasure.”

“Dressing them in these outfits could be part of the fantasy.”

“Churches, thrift stores. We need to rule everything out.”

“Reid and JJ went to the local thrift shop and found Abby’s clothes.”

“So he sold them.”

Yup.

“Or traded them for the eighties clothing.”

“The sales clerk said the clothes in the crime scene photos were of that time period, and he confirmed that they were purchased from his store.”

“So if he’s getting rid of his souvenirs …”

“What’s he using to remember his victims?”

“And why is he fixated on this era?”

“What do you got?”

“The brutality the victims experienced was immense. Multiple stab wounds to the neck and chest, plus wounds to the genital.”

“Frustration and overkill.”

“The same chemical damage on the skin is also around her nostrils.”

“And that would destroy their sense of smell, yes?”

Yup.

“He burned her tongue with the chemical this time.”

“So he removed her ability to taste.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Maybe she offended him.”

“I wonder what that’s like.”

WHOA.

Poodle, you are pissing me off here.

“Her lips are extremely chapped.”

“She was probably forced to repeatedly participate in some sort of kissing fantasy. And when things go awry, he takes the offending sense away.”

“He tortured her in these clothes, which means the eighties are essential to his delusion.”

“Maybe that’s when his rejection occurred and he held on to the clothes all these years.”

“But why start now?”

“Something probably triggered it, and instead of dealing with it, he’s acting out.”

“We believe the unsub or unknown subject that we’re looking for is a white male in his 40s. This is someone who’s reacting to rejection by a woman when he was teenager in the 1980s.”

“The unsub’s fixation on this woman is now all-consuming. It’s caused him to develop obsessive love disorder.”

“He most likely has tunnel vision and believes that she holds the key to his happiness.”

“And it’s only a matter of time before his rage and anger causes the unsub to go after her directly.”

“Spence. Look, we gotta talk about this.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I get it, okay? You’re disappointed with the way we handled Emily.”

“Listen, I have a lot going on, all right?”

“You know what I think this is?”

“What?”

Ooh, pissy poodle.

“You’re mad that Hotch and I controlled our micro-expressions at the hospital and you wouldn’t be able to detect our deception.”

Seriously?!

“You think it’s about my profiling skills?”

“Jennifer, listen, the only reason you were able to manage my perceptions is because I trusted you.”

“I came to your house for ten weeks in a row crying over losing a friend, and not once did you have the decency to tell me the truth.”

Shit.

“I couldn’t.”

“You couldn’t? Or you wouldn’t?”

Um ...

“No, I couldn’t.”

“What if I started taking Dilaudid again? Would you have let me?”

“You didn’t.”

“Yeah, but I thought about it.”

“Spence.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s too late, all right?”

Whoa.

“Reid.”

Yikes. This is going to be hard.

“It would have had to have been a woman very close to the unsub to make him react this way.”

“Then why go after surrogates?”

“I don’t think we’re dealing with a typical homeless person.”

“He’s good with chemicals, owns a car.”

“I think the only mistake in our profile was assuming there was something wrong with his physical composition, reducing him to some sort of stereotype.”

“You think it’s only his mental state?”

“I think this guy might be smart enough to use his disability to his advantage so he comes across as harmless.”

“Then when he’s alone and the victim rejects him, he goes off.”

“What if he doesn’t live on the street?”

“What if he’s in a halfway house?”

“Garcia, I need a list of halfway houses and mental health centers in the unsub’s comfort zone.”

“Okay. Five are being sent to your phones.”

“Which of those were around in the eighties, Garcia?”

“There are two in your area.”

“Morgan and Prentiss, take the first. David and I will take the second.”

“What about us?”

“Stay here and check ViCAP for similar MOs and signatures.”

“Reid.”

“If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me.”

“I can’t. I didn’t come to your house crying for ten weeks.”

Oh, my honey baby.

So she has a list. Damn.

“All right, we’ll need a list of those names.”

“Hey, Morgan.”

“What do I do about Reid?”

“Emily, there’s a lot about you being back that’s unresolved.”

“Are you pissed at me, too?”

He better not be.

“Come on, now. How can I be?”

“You’re here.”

“Thank you.”

“Because I know what you went through. Grief counseling. You carried my coffin.”

“Yeah, I sure did.”

“What was in that thing, anyway?”

“I don’t know.”

I WANT TO KNOW!

“Thank you very much.”

“Look, just give Reid some time. He’ll be fine.”

“Thanks.”

“Yeah, Hotch, it’s me, Morgan. Listen, nineteen people entered this house in the eighties who were let out in the last five years.”

“We got eleven from the one we visited.”

Damn.

“Send your names to Garcia. Have her cross-check them against jobs that use sulfuric acid.”

“All right. We’ll start reaching out to the extended families.”

“How’s Reid?”

“He’s angry and frustrated.”

“I’m surprised everybody isn’t.”

“Some of us had an inkling.”

Rossi, you little Italian cupcake.

“What? I’m good at what I do.”

“So, are you gonna get psychological counseling for the team or handle it yourself?”

“No, I think that if we all just got together, maybe a cooking lesson and at the home of one of our founders …”

“Oh, no, not you, too.”

“It could boost morale?”

“Is that an order?”

“No, it’s just a … it’s a very tempered suggestion.”

“Tempered suggestion.”

LOL.

“So we interviewed the nineteen people released from the group home. None of them fit the profile.”

“Dave’s still trying to locate the families.”

“Where are her parents now?”

“They’re at the house. We’re bringing her friends in for questioning.”

“You head over there. We’ll start the interviews here.”

“So kids spill out of the motel towards the cars.”

“If Tammy walked this way, how could she disappear without anyone seeing her?”

“Someone would have heard her scream.”

“That’s if she screamed.”

“Unlike the last three abduction sites, this one is nowhere near public transportation. Maybe she knew the unsub.”

“Or thought she did.”

“What if … what if Tammy was the target all along?”

“That would explain the change in MO.”

“So whoever did this knew she was coming here.”

Calling gorgeous goddess.

“Hi, hi, hi.”

“Hey, baby girl, I need you to work that magic for me.”

“Anything, my sweetest.”

“I just opened up Tammy Bradstone’s computer. I want you to check her emails, web searches, and anyone she may have Skyped.”

“Okay, typing at the speed of thought.”

“Thanks, mama.”

“We’re gonna try, little man.”

This man is seriously the most amazing thing to ever grace my screen.

“Listen, uh, did your sister dye her hair recently?”

“Are you sure that Tammy hasn’t been behaving differently lately/”

“Your daughter seems to cherish hanging out in groups, so there’s no way she would run off with someone unless she knew them.”

“What about her computer?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary, and Hotch cleared the boyfriend.”

“Do you know anyone who is transient or mentally ill?”

“What’s his name?”

“On the halfway house list, all I got was a Ben Bradstone.”

“Where does he live?”

“His frontal lobe damage is one of the indicators of serial killers.”

“Has Cy ever acted inappropriately toward Tammy?”

“Okay, so he sleeps here sometimes, and his head is on this side.”

“That puts the TV out of his sight.”

“Well, it just gives him a full view of the kitchen.”

“Does Tammy cook for him?”

“Ma’am, what’s your relationship with Cy?”

“He makes you uncomfortable, doesn’t he?”

“Did you have blonde hair in high school?”

“Sir, your daughter just dyed her hair blonde.”

“You allowed her to wear your dress.”

“I’m just thinking it may have triggered something for Cy.”

“What happened with you and Cy that made him so angry?”

“And what happened next?”

“How did he behave after that?”

“How he talked, how he smelled?”

“Does Cy know about your recent marital problems?”

“And then he probably started making advances towards you, which you had to reject.”

“Okay, so as long as Tammy doesn’t do anything to antagonize him, we may have a chance.”

Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.

“How do you know he’s here?”

“So then you head to the front door.”

“When you open it, what do you smell?”

“Are you sure that’s all you smell?”

“What does he do next?”

“Where’s it from?”

“Is there a name on the cup?”

“Okay. He probably stops there every time he comes here.”

“What days would those be?”

“Which means he’d be coming today.”

“I need you to leave a message for him there.”

“Any luck?”

“He hasn’t been to either of the mechanics’ shops in the past two months.”

“But the one on Fourth said a bunch of car batteries had gone missing.”

“Wait …”

Gorgeous goddess calling.

“Yeah?”

“Morgan, it’s from a payphone near a coffee shop.”

“It’s him.”

Boom.

“Okay, go ahead. Just like we talked about.”

“You and Prentiss stay with them. Morgan and I will get the front.”

“Cy Bradstone! FBI!”

“Let me see your hands!”

“On your knees, now!”

“Get up.”

“Stop moving. Stop it!”

“We need to know where Tammy is, Cy. We’ve looked in your car. There’s no sign of her.”

“We know this isn’t about Tammy. This is about your love for Lyla.”

“You and Lyla had a pretty good secret all these years. How’d she get you to shut up about it?”

“Is that where you, uh, did it, Cy?”

“Is that the same place you took Tammy?”

“We know you saw her in that dress, it made you think of Lyla.”

“Tammy’s not the one you want to hurt, Cy. Lyla’s the one who should be punished.”

“She’s the one who made you feel like a freak.”

“A reject, a weirdo.”

“Tell us where Tammy is, Cy, and we can be done.”

“Finished?”

“Now, where’s Tammy, Cy?”

“Cy, just tell me where she is.”

“What did she say, Cy?”

“Where do you have her?”

“She’s got a pulse.”

“I need a medic in here!”

“Oh, jeez.”

Scott Adams: “Nothing inspires forgiveness quite like revenge.”

“So, the surgeon said he believes he can restore feeling to Tammy’s hands.”

“Good. We got there in time.”

“I heard Mr. Bradstone wants to watch the tape.”

“People have an innate curiosity to see things in order to confirm them.”

“Oh, that explains why I’m going to Rossi’s tomorrow night.”

“I want to see if he really can cook.”

“You coming?”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure I can make it.”

“Look, Reid, I know you’re made at us because we didn’t tell you what really happened, and I understand that.”

“But I promise you, we had no choice.”

“You mourned the loss of a friend.”

“I mourned the loss of six.”

“This whole thing gave me an ulcer. Please don’t give me another.”

“Are you gonna go to Rossi’s tomorrow?”

“We’ll see.”

Oh, Prentiss.

“Cooking is the most sensual art form. And these are my paints.”

“So your hands must be brushes.”

“Don’t interrupt.”

I love this show so fucking much!

“In a pot of boiling water we cook our spaghetti until it’s al dente, firm to the touch.”

“Here you go.”

“Everybody pass it around.”

“See/Feel the texture.”

“There we go. Okay.”

“Now …”

“In a large pan, we fry up our pancetta.”

So fucking cute!

“Keeping a sharp eye that the edges are crisp.”

“Be careful not to burn the onions.”

“Bravo, Aaron!”

XD

“We sauté until translucence.”

Ding dong.

“Uh … I got it.”

“Grazie mille.”

So cute.

“Now, we mix in the eggs … the parmesan … the spaghetti … and parsley.”

“You see, it’s all about timing and rhythm.”

Busted.

I’m with Penelope here XD

“And if you don’t feel yourself doing it properly, please, order a pizza.”

“Sorry, I’m late.”

“Yeah. And this is why I cook alone.”

He’s so freaking cute!

“So, uh, when do we get to drink the wine?”

“Almost there.”

“Okay. We start at the beginning.”

“You eat what you cook, I’ll supervise, but we’re gonna do this all together, just like a family.”

“Okay now?”

“Now.”

“Salud!”

“Salud!”

“I’m reaching!”

She’s so cute!

Oh my freaking goodness! This episode was perfect on every possible level!!!!!!

It had the usual grossness of the case and the un sub, slight humor even though I wanted to bash Cy’s head in the wall. It had the internal drama surrounding Prentiss’s return, which will only serve to further the season’s plot and I’m so excited about it. It had humor with the whole Rossi trying to keep the team at bay and not let him in, which will never work so long as Penelope is part of the team. And it had emotional value with Reid, and of course my gorgeous Morgan being cute towards kid and finally forgiving Prentiss. And then the whole wrapping it up with the perfect dinner at Rossi’s, I just love the writers and producers of this show.

As ever, so freaking grateful that you guys take the time to like my stupid brain vomits. THANK YOU!

And, as ever, here is a series of Reid/Morgan-licious photos.

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Sigyn MCU Headcanon - Part Ten

This is a continuation of my personal canon-compliant Sigyn headcanon which I would like to write into a fan fiction but it would take way to long. So here are the highlights.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | TL;DR

Journey Into Mystery Season One Episode Three to Thirteen

 Okay, so the story goes on, they search for the hearthstones, battle amazing JiM creatures, visit amazing and fantastical places, it’s pretty awesome (which is why I want a JiM Netflix series so bad!!! Though legit I want a Jennifer Walters one just a tad bit more).

 Episode Six: There is some kind of explosion at the end of this episode that knocks out Sigyn, and possibly Darcy and Selvig.

 Episode Seven: The beginning of the episode is a flashback. Loki has short hair ala Thor and is shirtless (cause why haven’t we had that yet?) and looking like he’s getting dressed and ready to leave. Sigyn walks in, draped in nothing but his green cape.

 Loki: “I’m going to need that.” Sigyn: “Yes, because you’re leaving, already.” Loki: “Thor’s coronation is fast approaching. There are… details that need  sorting before then.” Sigyn: “You’re not going to do something stupid, are you? Like glue his helmet to the table… again.” Loki: “I make no promises.”

 This entire episode is interwoven with flashbacks of this scene as it progresses. I have to admit, I haven’t completely worked out the whole scene in my head, what exactly the dialogue is. I’m sure I will in a few weeks but I’m posting this headcanon now.

 Basically, this scene is a prologue to everything Loki does in Thor. It shows the undercurrent of self-loathing and depression Loki already has, and how discovering his Jotun heritage just fucks him up and leads him to do what he does. (Cool Motive. Still Murder.) And it shows the likely reason why Loki didn’t go to, or send for, Sigyn in Thor. It was the first reason, that she would stop him. But also, Loki thought she would reject him as well.

 (It will be hinted later on that the reason for him not contacting her after he became Oden was for the second, that she would help him. Sigyn basically can’t win here because she is Loki’s blindspot, he knows it, and so he purposefully avoided her.)

 That’s the B-plot of the episode. The A-plot is that Sigyn and possibly Darcy and/or Selvig are captured by the bad guys of the week and it’s made pretty clear that they plan on killing them and all that jazz once their boss gets there. It’s a very quick episode, takes place over maybe a day? Anyway, it’s an extremely psychological episode that involves a lot of Sigyn talking to the individual guards as they do things like bring food, check chains, swap watch duty, etc.

 Then at the end, when the boss is there, and the three are lined up for execution, and it’s clear Sif and Leah haven’t found them yet, Sigyn says only a few words and all hell breaks loose. The men proceed to slaughter each other, Sigyn and Co staying out of the way of the massacre. Sif and Leah get there just as everyone has died and the group is making their way from the carnage.

 Leah: “What did you do?” Sigyn: “I pulled at the strings. Molded their loyalities until they became like a snake eating its own tail.” Leah: “This isn’t at all like you, you would never have done this before. What changed?” Sigyn: “I didn’t change. My priorities simply shifted.”

 Alright, so, something went down while Sigyn was off screen between Thor and now… 0.o

 Episodes 7 through 12: Everything happens, hearthstones are found, Enchantress minions are battled, etc. There will be at least one bright point where Sigyn and Leah are reminded of the good times, share a pretty hot kiss. I want to continue the tradition of Loki in chains and somehow ending up on his back but not sure if I can work it in as Loki or Leah. This is the tail end of the fan fic, so I’m allowed to be a little less sure of the details.

 Episode 13: Leah is revealed as Loki, Sif is none too happy. Sure, they get all the hearthstones but it’s revealed that Loki was after something else, Enchantress related, and so yay, he wins. He would have liked to have gotten the hearthstones, and maybe one day he will, but for the moment, he takes what he can get. Sif is about to put the smack down on Loki but he’s saved by Sigyn who basically pulls the JiM equivalent of “bitch, get in the car if you want to live.”

 Everyone returns home, Asgard is returned-ish, I’m not 100% on this, again, it depends on what we find out about Asgardia in Infinity Wars. For all I know, they could do the whole Broxton, OK, thing which I really want them to do because I’m from Oklahoma and seriously that is awesome.

 Final scene, after all is said and done, is Sigyn and Loki walking through a fantastic forest into a clearing with a small but awesome looking house.

 Loki: “You sure this is safe, no one will find me here?” Sigyn: “It’s safe, it had to be.” -Sigyn grabs Loki’s arm and stops him, makes him look at her – Sigyn: “Loki, I need you to understand something. You put me in an impossible position. You died, twice. You tried to destroy worlds and subjugate a planet. You aligned yourself with the likes of Thanos and the Grandmaster. I know it was for survival, but you made enemies and I couldn’t risk it. I had some very difficult decisions to make. You know what you mean to me, Loki, but in the end, my priority was to them, to protect them, at any cost.” Loki: “What are you—” -off screen- “Mother’s home!” -Loki looks to see two children running forward from the house, Sigyn still continues to look straight at Loki- Sigyn: “Remember the last time we saw each other?” -Loki is speechless, imagine the scene from Ragnarok when Odin says he loves him, only like a zillion times more everything-

 Sigyn introduces Loki to his son’s, Narvi and Vali. Asgardians age differently, so they can be whatever age I want them to be, was thinking like maybe the same age as Thor and Loki were in Thor? I dunno, the point is, Sigyn had twins! But not exactly twins.

 Narvi takes more after Loki, and so when he kneels down and touches his face, the child starts to turn blue and that causes Loki’s hand to turn blue as well. It travels up his arm and half of his face turns Jotun. Vali is more Aesir, but Loki embraces them both, arms wrapped around them, holding them tight. One half of him Aesir, the other Jotun.

 It’s all EXTREMELY EMOTIONAL and everyone tells me they hate me as they ugly cry.

(that’s the dream, anyway).

 So… yeah, that is my Sigyn MCU Headcanon as to where she is and why we haven’t seen her. You can pry it from my cold dead hands. But I’ll gladly share it with any and all who want it.

  Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | TL;DR

p.s. I also have, like, a dozen more plot bunnies, as to where it goes from here… things that I’m just waiting to see if I can turn into canon once the rest of these movies come out… someone please stop me, this is clearly a cry for help

#Sigyn #Sigyn MCU Headcanon #Loki #Logyn

[shirtlesssammy]

Simon Said: 2x05 Recap

Welcome to Hellatus 2017, guys! We’re recapping all of Ben Edlund’s awesome episodes this summer. Hopefully reminiscing about his fabulous episodes will distract us from the pain of losing Cas, Crowley, Rowena, and Eileen (who are we kidding. blerg.)

Then:

Baby Sam is a psychic.

Now:

On a quaint city street, an elderly man gets a phone call and see visions of himself unloading a shotgun. The man looks temporarily concerned, but soon has a relaxed face and walks into his local gun shop. The shop owner greets him as an old friend, but is surprised when “Doc” wants to look at a gun. He’s even more surprised when the doc loads the shotgun, shoots him, and then himself. Our poor Sammy had a psychic vision of this whole event.

On the road, Sam insists they head to the Roadhouse (awww) for Ash’s help, but Dean is reluctant. Dean calls Sam a freak (awwww). They eventually make it to the Roadhouse, Dean greets Jo, but Sam is on a mission to find Ash. Dr. Badass is chillin’ naked in his room. 

With the help of Ash, and Sam’s stellar artistic skills, they’re able to pinpoint the town to Guthrie, Oklahoma. No demon activity, so Sam has Ash research house fires in 1983.

Later that evening, Jo queues up REO Speedwagon on the jukebox. Dean takes notice. They briefly exchange pleasantries of hair vs. heart rock, before Jo asks about their mom’s death. Dean shuts her down. And admits to being afraid of Ellen (lolz).

Sam gets a match so the brothers head out. Not without Dean getting a serious REO Speedwagon earworm though. As Dean’s singing in the car, Sam questions Dean’s musical choices, and performing!Dean shuts it all down, asking Sam about what new information he has. Andrew Gallagher: Born in 1983, mom died in a house fire 6 months later.

The boys, dressed in their finest early years cheap suits, start to question a local waitress who worked with Andy. It seems that no matter how hard debt collectors tried, they didn’t get very far with information on Andy. Dean changes their story--they’re lawyers and Andy’s aunt left him a sizeable estate. Another friend of Andy’s sits down to fill the boys in on Andy’s amazing ability of persuasion. He once got them into an Aerosmith concert! The waitress lets them know if they need to find Andy, all they have to do is look for the van with the barbarian queen riding a polar bear. She’s kinda hard to miss.

(FUCKING STONEHENGE FROM SPINAL TAP? REALLY? YASSS.)

And no surprise to us season 12 folks, but Dean’s kinda into Andy’s whole aesthetic. Sam isn’t quite ready for real!Dean. He’s also concerned that they’ve found another weirdo like himself. What does it mean? Dean wonders, “So the demon wants you out there killing with your minds, is that it?” Sam doesn’t disagree. Not really convincing himself, Dean calls bullshit. “You’re not a murderer, Sam. You don’t have it in your bones.” (Guh, what a parallel to Dean and Mary “you’re a killer” --Sam is a Men of Letters, he doesn’t have it in his bones, but he’s badass enough to bring it when it’s needed.)

For Science (but, like, serious science, because I’m pretty sure Jensen Ackles hasn’t aged a day in 10 years):

Just then Andy emerges, complete with scruff, silk kimono, and complete lack of any social grace, and somehow walks away with some dude’s coffee in hand. We soon see him interact with the doc from the cold open! Sam recognizes him right away. The brothers separate-- Sam with the older man and Dean with Andy.

With Dean in not so subtle pursuit, Andy pulls his van to the side of the road and classic dialog commences:

Andy: Hey

Dean: Hey

Andy: That’s a cherry ride

Dean: Yeah, thanks

Andy: Man, the '67? Impala's best year if you ask me. This is a serious classic.

Dean: Yeah. You know, I just rebuilt her, too.

Andy: Yeah?

Dean: Yeah, can't let a car like this one go.

Andy: Damn straight. Hey. Can I have it?

Dean: Sure, man.

Andy: Sweet.

Dean: Hop right in there. There ya go.

Andy: Take it easy.

Dean: All right.

Like, WTF, Dean?

At the same time Dean is losing his most prized possession, Sam is trying to stop the gun store shooting by getting to the gun shop before the doc, and pulling the fire alarm. Afterwards he happens to see Andy casually driving down the road in a ‘67 Chevy Impala. *Does not compute*

Just as Sam calls Dean about the stolen Impala, the doctor gets another call himself. This time he just walks right in front of A VERY FAST BUS.

Later, as the brothers watch the clean-up, Sam admits he thought he had stopped it. And Andy shows up at the restaurant, letting the waitress know that Doctor Jennings is dead. She tells him that some guys were around looking for him earlier that day.

Meanwhile, Sam and Dean locate Baby, much to Dean’s relief. The brothers surmise that Andy is verbally controlling people --Dean, and the doctor. Dean doesn’t think that Andy is guilty (OJ though? Guilty.)

The boys break into Andy’s van. And holy shit, “this is magnificent, that’s what this is.” Couldn’t say it better myself, Dean.

Later, during their stake-out Dean admits, “Ugh. You know, one day I'd love to just sit down and eat something I didn't have to microwave at a minimart.” Oh, Dean, you’ll have to wait 6 more years (and 40 years in Hell) before that dream happens. You’ll nest, I promise. Sam’s still wondering about Andy’s motive. Dean (WHO’S NEVER WRONG) still isn’t convinced. Just then Andy appears, wondering why they’re following him.  Sam starts with their lawyer cover when Andy demands they tell the truth. Sam sticks with their story but Dean is quick to admit that they hunt demons. Lolz. Dean just can’t shut up. Dean Bean. He spills EVERYTHING.

Andy demands that they leave him alone. Sam is immune to his persuasions though. Sam makes it clear that they have similar pasts --they’re connected. And just as Sam demands more information about the doctor, he gets another vision about a woman and a gas station. Andy denies knowing anything about the doctor’s death.

Sam collapses under the weight of the vision and when he comes out of it, he’s able to tell Dean about the cell phone call that triggers the victims to kill themselves or others. Dean leaves Sam watching Andy while he heads to the gas station. Not too long afterwards, Dean calls Sam from the station. The woman from Sam’s vision is already extra crispy and, as Dean notes, “the smell hasn’t even cleared.” (Shudder) Sam’s visions not only have zero chill, but they’re not giving them enough lead time anymore.

While Dean deals with the horrifying lingering smell of fried human Sam chills out with Andy and they exchange stories about their special mind powers. Andy loves his powers and never feels the need to use them to get a whole lot more out of life. He still lives happily in his Polar Queen van, after all. He’s got everything he needs to be happy. Dean pulls up then and lets them know that he had Ash run a background search on the dead woman. It turns out that Miss Extra Crispy gave birth to a kid in 1983. Since Andy was adopted, maybe she was actually his mother? They head to the county records department to learn more.

They review the birth records and discover that the woman was indeed Andy’s birth mother. The shotgun happy doctor delivered the baby. Or, we should say, BABIES. That’s right! On this extra special Doctor Phil, Andy learns that he has a twin brother. Andy sits back, astonished. “I have an evil twin.”

 Meanwhile, in evil twin land, Andy’s friend Ansem chats up Tracy the waitress, asking if she and Andy were ever serious about each other. He compels her to tell the truth. Aaaaand I’m already grossed out.

In the car, Sam suffers another vision. It’s Tracy standing at the edge of a dam and ready to jump. (She’s only wearing a slip so we get the implication of sexual assault preceding this suicidal leap. UGH)

Cut to Creepy McCreeperson, I mean Ansem, who is sitting in his car with Tracy out by the dam. It’s where he takes all the ladies. (Sexual assault no longer just implied.) She cries and begs to leave. He orders her to stop crying. “You can’t have him,” he tells her, referring to Andy. I don’t even know how to begin to rank the levels of creep in this scene.

The boys pull up nearby and prepare to go after Ansem. Sam suggests that Dean stay back and Dean readily agrees. Sam and Andy will take point.

Back at Ansem’s car, Evil Twin orders Tracy to undress - slowly. He tells her that when they’re done she should walk to the edge of the dam. When she gets there she’ll think she can fly and just step right off. Thankfully, Sam interrupts this dark instruction by breaking the driver’s side window and punching Ansem.

Andy helps Tracy out of the car while Sam wrestles Ansem under control and slaps some duct tape over his mouth. Great thinking! Only...Ansem mind controls Tracy anyway - with his mind - and she whacks Sam with a great big chunk of wood. While Andy and his twin scuffle, Tracy walks to the edge of the dam.

“She’s trying to come between us,” Ansem tells Andy by way of explanation. Aghast, Andy tells him that when you learn to have a twin you call them up and chill out. No murder! Bad twin!

Evil twin sheds some light on his evil-ness then, telling Andy that he dreams of a man with yellow eyes who promises him great things. What’s a little killing here or there when destiny calls?

A little ways away, hidden in the underbrush, Dean draws a sniper’s rifle up. (Me, rn → dead on the floor from attraction.) Unfortunately, Ansem hears him and Dean finds himself moving the rifle up to point the barrel at his own chin.

A gun fires.

Don’t worry guys, Andy saved the day! He shot his evil twin dead. Tracy gets off the ledge and Dean pulls away the gun.

The next morning Andy tells the cops investigating the crime scene that Ansem just shot himself and there’s nothing to investigate. He then wanders past a super freaked out Tracy and over to Sam and Dean. “I never used my mind thing on her before last night,” Andy says, “She’s scared of me now.”

Sam apologizes to Andy. The Winchesters have gotta split. But Sam gives Andy his phone number so he can call if he needs anything. Team Psychic Kids for life!

“What am I supposed to do now?” Andy asks.

“You be good, Andy,” Dean tells him. “Or we’ll be back.”

As the Winchesters head back to the car, Sam reflects on the outcome. Andy ended up killing someone; Andy became a killer. But Dean sees it differently. Andy was a hero who saved Dean’s and Tracy’s life. Still, Sam heard Dean’s little spate of honesty before and he’s not buying Dean’s line of total confidence.

The boys head back to The Roadhouse where they’re cornered by Ellen. She confronts them about information she got from Ash and notes the key details of the psychic kid cases: house fires at 6 months of age. All Ellen wants is the truth. “Something big and bad is coming and it’s coming fast.” They’ve got each other but they have to be honest. (I love you, Ellen.)

Sam tells Ellen all about the other psychic kids and how Yellow Eyes has plans for them. There could be tons of demon-blood-infected youth running around but finding them might be difficult. Not all kids suffered house fires at 6 months. For all those other psychic kids, there’s no way to trace them.

Ellen takes this all in and then says, “Jo, honey? You better break out the whiskey instead.”

The show closes with Soundgarden’s Fell on Black Days - which is super relevant to everyone mourning Chris Cornell right now.

We Full on Obi-Quoted This:

You’ve always been a freak.

He sings it from the hair. There’s a difference.

He full on Obi-Wan’ed me. It’s mind control, man.

And Moby Dick’s bong.

You still live in a van.

These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.

What are you, seven?

#spn recap #spn 2x05 #simon said #dean winchester #sam winchester #ellen harvell #jo harvell #ash #andy gallagher #supernatural season 2 #he was my ben edlund thing

[seablu]

Do 1-50 ho

1: what is your name and does it mean anything?my name is olivia, it just means olive

2: how long have you known your best friend?15 years! wow omg

3: what position do you normally sleep in?on my side cuddling a pillow usually

4: were you a part of any “clique” in high school?only at one school, i was totally in the super angsty kids club that sat against the wall (aka “the emo wall” or “the wall of shame”) at lunch and played guitars.

5: who was your favorite teacher in high school and why?ms. komori! i didn’t have the option to take japanese at my first 3 high schools, so when i got to my 4th one my senior year, i was in a freshman class she was teaching. they were awful to her but she still tried her absolute best to teach them and make sure they knew she cared about them as individuals. she talked a lot about the importance of mental health and self care & always made sure her class was a safe space for everyone, always had food in case anyone hadn’t eaten, made sure to ask if she wasn’t sure if somebody was okay.. basically she was just a literal angel always. that was so long wow,,, yeah i love her

6: do you wish to travel a lot?yes, 100%

7: did you participate in any sports while in school?not really, but marching band did kinda feel like a sport sometimes lol

8: show a sample of your handwriting:i would, but i am on a plane and i have no pen

9: have you ever given blood?no! i always wanted to, but they always told me i didn’t weigh enough

10: do you like the way that you grew up?not really but i’m still lucky

11: do you like your siblings? why or why not?my brother doesn’t really have a personality yet so idk

12: how did you meet your best friend and why did you become friends?our dads were both pilots for eagle at the time & we were three, and they decided to get us together so they took us to chuck e cheese. honestly i have no idea how we became best friends cause she stole my tokens and i’m pretty sure I punched her?? but i haven’t seen her since the deep end of my scene phase in 9th grade and she’s finally coming to see me IN 4 DAYS

13: name one movie that made you cry.gran torino ooh shite

14: do you prefer to read poetry, write poetry, or neither?both

15: things about someone that you find attractive?literally everything abt the person that sent me this ask

16: what song are you currently listening to?general tso what by jank

17: Have you ever broken a bone? If so, how?my nose, once by flip-turning directly into the wall during my big freestyle relay at state (i still won) and once again at a concert. i was watching emmure from barricade and some fucker behind me literally threw a crowdsurfer, and he landed right on me, so my face went directly into the metal barricade & re-broke my nose. i then went straight to the pit and got punched to top it all off! (i had 2 black eyes at school for like a week and a half & all my teachers thought someone was beating me)

18: a random memory from you childhood:i forced my parents to let me dress up as bob the builder for halloween when i was four

19: where did you grow up?ft. worth texas & ardmore oklahoma

20: what was the last thing you watched on tv?the office

21: do you think you’d make a good parent?yes but i have to get all the crazy out of my system first

22: would you like to meet any of your tumblr friends in person?no bc i don’t have any

22: what was the last dream you remember having?i went back to one of my old high schools to watch a football game and there were only 3 people in the marching band

23: when is your birthday?july 23rd, exactly one week from today!

24: how many pillows do you sleep with?two or three

25: do you wear glasses? If so, how long have you been wearing glasses?i was prescribed some last year but i lost them a few months ago, i only really needed them cause they were supposed to help with my migraines but they didn’t anyway

26: what color is your hair?dark brown

27: name 5 facts about your appearance:i’m short & tiny, i have really pale skin, my hands are oddly big, i have a few freckles in summer & i have 0 hips

28: what is your favorite soda?this peach soda i tried overseas oh my goodness gracious

29: what is a strange talent that you have?idk i can play the french horn

30: how’s the weather right now?looks real dry over new mexico rn

31: why did one of your friendships end?because he made me very uncomfortable & did a lot of really creepy, inappropriate things i won’t go into on the internet

32: who do you miss right now? the person that sent this ask

33: why did your last relationship end?bc i found out he didn’t love me at all and was just using me.

34: are you still figuring out who you are?absolutely

35: have you ever been admitted to a hospital? why?quite a few times, yeah. a variety of reasons but the most recent time was because i had a super violent bug and needed to be put on an IV

36: what is your favorite restaurant?i don’t think i have one

37: what is word that you always seem to spell wrong?annihilate

38: would ever adopt kids?absolutely

39: what is your favorite kind of pizza?classic pepperoni

40: what was your first thought when you woke up this morning?i was in a hotel room with my family and my half asleep mind thought my mom’s snoring was a weedeater

41: when was the last time you got really really happy and why?earlier this month when i stayed a few days with @manilla-folder cause i’ve missed him for so long and he’s my favorite person in the world

42: what’s the strangest thing you’ve ever eaten?someone dared me to eat a fish eye in japan and i did it.

43: how do you start a conversation?.. i usually do not

44: what’s a band you’ve been obsessed with lately?the japanese house

45: do you come from a family “of money?”not really, nope

46: do you have a bucket list?yes

47: what is your favorite series of books?i don’t have one, all my favorites are novels

48: when was the last time you laughed so hard your stomach hurt?one of the days when i was laying around with @manilla-folder , i don't even remember what he said but oh my god he was so funny and i couldn’t breathe

49: where do you go when you’re sad?to my bed or on long drives

50: 5 random facts about yourself:i love outer space, i can’t do a backflip, my cat is missing one of his front teeth, i want to live in japan one day, and my favorite color is light pink.

#audite #ask #answered #you used to do this on anon every single time i reblogged a question post like this #and oh my god once there were like 200 questions but i still did it #✨

[roslinadama-sinequanon]

Major Crimes Re-Watch-The Agony and the Ecstasy

To me, this episode was all about the “new kid”, being the new kid and dealing with the new kid, and how the different characters handle that. Sharon’s life lesson to Rusty at the end of the episode is that throughout life you will always be the newbie at some point but if you don’t run, eventually you’ll find your place and someone else will be new.

Right now, Sharon is the new kid on the block and she has spent the last few episodes dealing with the barbs and cold shoulders of a team not completely ready to accept her. However, instead of running, she stood her ground and worked to forge relationships and take her place among them—and it is working for the most part. . Provenza is still struggling to deal with the new kid who has walked in and taken what he considered his place as the leader of the team. He is irritated that his friends/colleagues are accepting Sharon so easily and it leaves him feeling rather lost. But now it isn’t so much about Sharon as it is about his bruised ego and not being sure where he fits in anymore.

And of course, Rusty is struggling with his first day of school and all that goes with being the new kid. However, unlike Sharon he is not trying to forge relationships and make a place for himself because he is convinced that he is not going to stay and it’s easier to shove people away before they shove you away, which has been the story of his life.

Ovi kills his father because he does not want to go into witness protection, move to Oklahoma and be the new kid there. He doesn’t want to lose his friends. His is the most extreme response of the four.

“I need to be at a crime scene!” “My clothes are off, MY CLOTHES ARE OFF” The episode starts with one of my favorite Sharon/Rusty scenes—Sharon trying to wake Rusty up so she can get to work. Typical mother/son morning. The way Sharon wakes Rusty, slowly, then more urgently each time she goes in shows us that she really is used to dealing with teenagers. You cannot just wake a teenager and expect them to jump right up and Sharon gets that.

So, Rusty looks at the clock and complains that it is not even 6:00am yet—and that is the third time Sharon has gone in to wake him so she probably started somewhere between 5:30 and 5:45 and she looks THAT GOOD. She had to have gotten up around 4:00 to have showered, blown her hair dry, done her make-up and dressed so impeccably. In episode one Sharon tells Rusty that “lights’ out” is 10:30. That means Sharon only got about 5 hours sleep. She looks damn good for only five hours. Later we hear that the murder occurred around 5:20am so Sharon couldn’t have gotten the call until around 5:30ish so she was obviously up and very nearly ready to go before she even got the call.

“I shouldn’t even be going to this school I’m not even Catholic.” “Just walk around with a guilty look on your face. You’ll fit right in.” LOL, I just had to remark on this, because as a Catholic, I totally get this. Also, it gives us more insight into Sharon and the world of “doing the right thing” where she resides--and the weight of the guilt when she feels she hasn’t. It is ingrained in her and a lot of that comes from her religion.

“Stay THERE” Here we can see why Sharon chose the more family friendly hours of working in PSB while she raised Emily and Ricky. Being a single mother and being a homicide detective is NOT easy. She’s lucky that Rusty is a witness and she could get Buzz to drive him to school.  

Andy and Sharon-Again, in this scene we get a sympathetic look from Andy to Sharon over Rusty. I think watching Sharon deal with Rusty really changed the way that Andy looked at her. He began to respect her not just as a colleague but also as a person and he grew to have a certain warmth and empathy for her. Later in the episode when things go the way Sharon planned in the case—a scenario Provenza was against---she gives Andy a fist pump and he gives her a thumbs up. They have become a great team.

“What happened in Pittsburg?” “You think you need to know everything?” LOL, the look on Andy’s face. Not sure he’s heard that one before in response to police questioning. Roma was pretty outlandish but for some reason this simple line really made me laugh.

“You had me at overtime”- Again, really liked watching Sharon dealing with the FBI and her professional relationship with Fritz. She doesn’t hesitate to put her foot down when she feels taken advantage of, however, she’s more than willing to work with the FBI—provided they do as much giving as they are receiving.

“You’re divorced, you have a hole in your heart so deep you couldn’t fill it up with booze so you cover it up with a badge. You feel like you destroyed your children’s lives even though they say they forgive you.” “Is that all you got?” Said through Andy’s gritted teeth. “You’re smart, cynical and tough.” This is my other favorite scene in this episode because for the first time we get some insight into who Andy is and a tiny bit of back story.  Though this is coming from Thorn, Andy’s response shows us that the guy obviously hit a nerve so there is some real truth in there. Andy tried to cover up his loneliness with booze, then with long hours at work and then with a string of pretty women, but it is only when he focuses on himself, on trying to understand his past and be a better, healthier person physically and mentally that he finds peace and a love with Sharon that will finally fill that hole. I think that is really quite beautiful, and I really wish there had been a greater focus on this over the years. Again, yet another missed opportunity.  And of course, great little chuckle when Thorn said of Provenza, “You’re cynical and tough” leaving out the smart, much to his chagrin.

Lt. I told you what I want done, do I really have to phrase this as an order?” Sharon is stepping it up and taking control, letting Provenza know that she is willing to pull rank if needs be. Provenza seems surprised, as Sharon has been so careful with him. However, I think he needed that. For him to accept his role and where he stands in the pecking order he needs her to step in and completely take control as his boss.

“I am also considering the message that you send by turning away an abandoned boy. Is that the message you want our congregation to follow?” “I am concerned with the safety of my other students.” “And what about their souls? Do you worry that they hear one thing at mass and another thing at school?” Sharon lives her faith. She does not play lip service to it, does not sit at church on Sunday playing at being pious then turn around and live a different life Monday-Saturday. She is not a hypocrite and this priest is behaving like a hypocrite by accepting the behavior of three St. Joseph boys but not the behavior of the new kid, Rusty, and by preaching about helping the poor and downtrodden but being so willing to expel Rusty. This scene also showed us that, while Sharon’s faith is an important part of her life, she not a meek follower. She is willing to stand toe to toe with a priest and call him out on his behavior—even shaming him by standing up for being a better Christian.

I love Sharon in this scene, but I also think it was important for Rusty. He thought for sure Sharon would accept everything the priest said at face value and take his side. Instead, she stood up for him and made sure he got fair treatment. I doubt anyone has ever stood up for Rusty like that before.  But then as soon as the door shuts, the table is turned and the smug look quickly disappears from Rusty’s face. While Sharon stood up for Rusty for telling the truth and for him to receive the same fair treatment the other boys were receiving that does not mean she condones his behavior. On the contrary. Violence is never the answer---she sees every day what happens when people allow violence to control their actions—and she knows Rusty was not just defending himself. He hurt those boys more than he needed to and she needs him to sit back and contemplate why he felt the need to hurt them so badly so this does not become a pattern in his life.

It was a good lesson for Rusty. Sharon has his back when he is right, but she also has very clear boundaries and will not put up with it when he is in the wrong. She is teaching him the difference between right and wrong, something that has not been a part of his life before.

“While I’m gone in addition to considering your future at St. Joseph’s you could think about the word civility and if it might be proper to treat me with the same respect that I’m showing you.” Yet another lesson in teaching Rusty the golden rule-- that he should treat people the way he wants to be treated. Again, this something that Sharon lives. She treats the people in her life and at work with respect and dignity so Rusty is not just hearing her telling him this, he sees it modeled in her behavior with him and with others.

“So, are you just not talking to me on purpose or what?” “I try to avoid conversation with people who can’t treat me as respectfully as I treat them.” Sharon is really driving this point home. It is obviously very important to her as a mother and as a person. Not speaking to him really got Rusty’s attention and he begins to open up to her, telling her how hard it was to listen to the other kids talk about their families. Sharon understands how hard it is to be the new kid, she’s going through some of that at work right now, but tells him that no matter what school she sends him to he will always be the new kid.

“No matter where you go, no matter when, you’ll never be a stranger to me. I’ll always know you.” “Whether I like it or not?” “That’s right buster, whether you like it or not.” Rusty has asked Sharon for a deal. He knows he is not going to stay with her and he would just like 30 days’ notice before he has to leave.  It has become apparent that he is actively pushing people away so he doesn’t get attached—which was probably behind his over the top reaction at school—because he knows he isn’t going to stay.  The 30-day request shows us that despite his tough stance, he is growing attached to Sharon and it will be hard for him to leave her. But Sharon is telling him that no matter when he leaves, now or well into the future, he will always mean something to her, he will never be a stranger to her. To a boy who was abandoned by his own mother this really means something to him.

The first time I watched this episode I wondered about the blue sweater zipped to the chin and the weird ponytail. It was a strange and rather jarring look for Sharon—her messy up-do in a future episode was much more attractive. But later, I can’t remember if it was in a James Duff Facebook chat or in one of Mary’s WWSRD podcasts, but someone—maybe Greg Lavoie-- said that they had Sharon zipped up to the chin to show that she was mindful of the fact that she had an impressionable young teenage boy living with her and hadn’t yet developed that mother/son bond where she could be more casual in her appearance with him. By season 2, Rusty was waking her up in her bed and she was walking around in her nightie so we got that slow progression.

I liked some of the humor in this episode—Thorn was funny and was useful in helping us see Provenza‘s mindset right now. But best of all I loved the greater insight into Sharon’s religion and Andy’s personal history and I loved all the mothership scenes, especially the first one.

#sharon raydor #shandy #andy flynn #Major Crimes

[roslinadama-sinequanon]

Major Crimes Re-Watch-The Agony and the Ecstasy.

To me, this episode was all about the “new kid”, being the new kid and dealing with the new kid, and how the different characters handle that. Sharon’s life lesson to Rusty at the end of the episode is that throughout life you will always be the newbie at some point but if you don’t run, eventually you’ll find your place and someone else will be new.

Right now, Sharon is the new kid on the block and she has spent the last few episodes dealing with the barbs and cold shoulders of a team not completely ready to accept her. However, instead of running, she stood her ground and worked to forge relationships and take her place among them—and it is working for the most part. . Provenza is still struggling to deal with the new kid who has walked in and taken what he considered his place as the leader of the team. He is irritated that his friends/colleagues are accepting Sharon so easily and it leaves him feeling rather lost. But now it isn’t so much about Sharon as it is about his bruised ego and not being sure where he fits in anymore.

And of course, Rusty is struggling with his first day of school and all that goes with being the new kid. However, unlike Sharon he is not trying to forge relationships and make a place for himself because he is convinced that he is not going to stay and it’s easier to shove people away before they shove you away, which has been the story of his life.

Ovi kills his father because he does not want to go into witness protection, move to Oklahoma and be the new kid there. He doesn’t want to lose his friends. His is the most extreme response of the four.

“I need to be at a crime scene!” “My clothes are off, MY CLOTHES ARE OFF” The episode starts with one of my favorite Sharon/Rusty scenes—Sharon trying to wake Rusty up so she can get to work. Typical mother/son morning. The way Sharon wakes Rusty, slowly, then more urgently each time she goes in shows us that she really is used to dealing with teenagers. You cannot just wake a teenager and expect them to jump right up and Sharon gets that.

So, Rusty looks at the clock and complains that it is not even 6:00am yet—and that is the third time Sharon has gone in to wake him so she probably started somewhere between 5:30 and 5:45 and she looks THAT GOOD. She had to have gotten up around 4:00 to have showered, blown her hair dry, done her make-up and dressed so impeccably. In episode one Sharon tells Rusty that “lights’ out” is 10:30. That means Sharon only got about 5 hours sleep. She looks damn good for only five hours. Later we hear that the murder occurred around 5:20am so Sharon couldn’t have gotten the call until around 5:30ish so she was obviously up and very nearly ready to go before she even got the call.

“I shouldn’t even be going to this school I’m not even Catholic.” “Just walk around with a guilty look on your face. You’ll fit right in.” LOL, I just had to remark on this, because as a Catholic, I totally get this. Also, it gives us more insight into Sharon and the world of “doing the right thing” where she resides--and the weight of the guilt when she feels she hasn’t. It is ingrained in her and a lot of that comes from her religion.

“Stay THERE” Here we can see why Sharon chose the more family friendly hours of working in PSB while she raised Emily and Ricky. Being a single mother and being a homicide detective is NOT easy. She’s lucky that Rusty is a witness and she could get Buzz to drive him to school.  

Andy and Sharon-Again, in this scene we get a sympathetic look from Andy to Sharon over Rusty. I think watching Sharon deal with Rusty really changed the way that Andy looked at her. He began to respect her not just as a colleague but also as a person and he grew to have a certain warmth and empathy for her. Later in the episode when things go the way Sharon planned in the case—a scenario Provenza was against---she gives Andy a fist pump and he gives her a thumbs up. They have become a great team.

“What happened in Pittsburg?” “You think you need to know everything?” LOL, the look on Andy’s face. Not sure he’s heard that one before in response to police questioning. Roma was pretty outlandish but for some reason this simple line really made me laugh.

“You had me at overtime”- Again, really liked watching Sharon dealing with the FBI and her professional relationship with Fritz. She doesn’t hesitate to put her foot down when she feels taken advantage of, however, she’s more than willing to work with the FBI—provided they do as much giving as they are receiving.

“You’re divorced, you have a hole in your heart so deep you couldn’t fill it up with booze so you cover it up with a badge. You feel like you destroyed your children’s lives even though they say they forgive you.” “Is that all you got?” Said through Andy’s gritted teeth. “You’re smart, cynical and tough.” This is my other favorite scene in this episode because for the first time we get some insight into who Andy is and a tiny bit of back story.  Though this is coming from Thorn, Andy’s response shows us that the guy obviously hit a nerve so there is some real truth in there. Andy tried to cover up his loneliness with booze, then with long hours at work and then with a string of pretty women, but it is only when he focuses on himself, on trying to understand his past and be a better, healthier person physically and mentally that he finds peace and a love with Sharon that will finally fill that hole. I think that is really quite beautiful, and I really wish there had been a greater focus on this over the years. Again, yet another missed opportunity.  And of course, great little chuckle when Thorn said of Provenza, “You’re cynical and tough” leaving out the smart, much to his chagrin.

Lt. I told you what I want done, do I really have to phrase this as an order?” Sharon is stepping it up and taking control, letting Provenza know that she is willing to pull rank if needs be. Provenza seems surprised, as Sharon has been so careful with him. However, I think he needed that. For him to accept his role and where he stands in the pecking order he needs her to step in and completely take control as his boss.

“I am also considering the message that you send by turning away an abandoned boy. Is that the message you want our congregation to follow?” “I am concerned with the safety of my other students.” “And what about their souls? Do you worry that they hear one thing at mass and another thing at school?” Sharon lives her faith. She does not play lip service to it, does not sit at church on Sunday playing at being pious then turn around and live a different life Monday-Saturday. She is not a hypocrite and this priest is behaving like a hypocrite by accepting the behavior of three St. Joseph boys but not the behavior of the new kid, Rusty, and by preaching about helping the poor and downtrodden but being so willing to expel Rusty. This scene also showed us that, while Sharon’s faith is an important part of her life, she not a meek follower. She is willing to stand toe to toe with a priest and call him out on his behavior—even shaming him by standing up for being a better Christian.

I love Sharon in this scene, but I also think it was important for Rusty. He thought for sure Sharon would accept everything the priest said at face value and take his side. Instead, she stood up for him and made sure he got fair treatment. I doubt anyone has ever stood up for Rusty like that before.  But then as soon as the door shuts, the table is turned and the smug look quickly disappears from Rusty’s face. While Sharon stood up for Rusty for telling the truth and for him to receive the same fair treatment the other boys were receiving that does not mean she condones his behavior. On the contrary. Violence is never the answer---she sees every day what happens when people allow violence to control their actions—and she knows Rusty was not just defending himself. He hurt those boys more than he needed to and she needs him to sit back and contemplate why he felt the need to hurt them so badly so this does not become a pattern in his life.

It was a good lesson for Rusty. Sharon has his back when he is right, but she also has very clear boundaries and will not put up with it when he is in the wrong. She is teaching him the difference between right and wrong, something that has not been a part of his life before.

“While I’m gone in addition to considering your future at St. Joseph’s you could think about the word civility and if it might be proper to treat me with the same respect that I’m showing you.” Yet another lesson in teaching Rusty the golden rule-- that he should treat people the way he wants to be treated. Again, this something that Sharon lives. She treats the people in her life and at work with respect and dignity so Rusty is not just hearing her telling him this, he sees it modeled in her behavior with him and with others.

“So, are you just not talking to me on purpose or what?” “I try to avoid conversation with people who can’t treat me as respectfully as I treat them.” Sharon is really driving this point home. It is obviously very important to her as a mother and as a person. Not speaking to him really got Rusty’s attention and he begins to open up to her, telling her how hard it was to listen to the other kids talk about their families. Sharon understands how hard it is to be the new kid, she’s going through some of that at work right now, but tells him that no matter what school she sends him to he will always be the new kid.

“No matter where you go, no matter when, you’ll never be a stranger to me. I’ll always know you.” “Whether I like it or not?” “That’s right buster, whether you like it or not.” Rusty has asked Sharon for a deal. He knows he is not going to stay with her and he would just like 30 days’ notice before he has to leave.  It has become apparent that he is actively pushing people away so he doesn’t get attached—which was probably behind his over the top reaction at school—because he knows he isn’t going to stay.  The 30-day request shows us that despite his tough stance, he is growing attached to Sharon and it will be hard for him to leave her. But Sharon is telling him that no matter when he leaves, now or well into the future, he will always mean something to her, he will never be a stranger to her. To a boy who was abandoned by his own mother this really means something to him.

The first time I watched this episode I wondered about the blue sweater zipped to the chin and the weird ponytail. It was a strange and rather jarring look for Sharon—her messy up-do in a future episode was much more attractive. But later, I can’t remember if it was in a James Duff Facebook chat or in one of Mary’s WWSRD podcasts, but someone—maybe Greg Lavoie-- said that they had Sharon zipped up to the chin to show that she was mindful of the fact that she had an impressionable young teenage boy living with her and hadn’t yet developed that mother/son bond where she could be more casual in her appearance with him. By season 2, Rusty was waking her up in her bed and she was walking around in her nightie so we got that slow progression.

I liked some of the humor in this episode—Thorn was funny and was useful in helping us see Provenza‘s mindset right now. But best of all I loved the greater insight into Sharon’s religion and Andy’s personal history and I loved all the mothership scenes, especially the first one.

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