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scoobydoodean · 3 months

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So like. 4.18 "The Monster At The End Of This Book" and 4.22 "Lucifer Rising" both feature Dean and Cas collaborating on plans where they do things Chuck didn't foresee and said weren't supposed to happen. He didn't write Dean to show up at his house and force him to come with him to the motel where Lilith and Sam were. He didn't write Dean and Cas showing up at his house to demand Sam's location. Like Dean (and Cas) are defying expectations while Sam does exactly what they expect him to do.

And I bring this up because in 5.08 "Changing Channels", Gabriel says:

GABRIEL You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father, and Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan. You were born to this, boys. It's your destiny! It was always you! As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth. One brother has to kill the other.

And he's just... wrong? Dean "loyal to an absent father"? That hasn't been Dean since before season 1 even ended. Dean explicitly violates what he knows would be John's wishes in 1.21 by bringing The Colt to rescue John and there's an entire conversation about how John would be furious with him and that's how Dean knows John's possessed. Dean was shitting on his dad just a few episodes ago in 4.19 and in 5.06. He explicitly says in 4.22 "I'm not Dad". This framing of the brothers in relation to John isn't consistently true of Sam either. It's true of the demon blood storyline, but Sam was all for following John's orders in season 2.

Gabriel has this unbelievably simple caricature of the brothers in his head that he's basing everything that's going to happen around, and it just does not work, and I think he's not the only one. Zachariah and Michael I think lean toward this simplified view as well and it's what ends up biting all of them so hard in the ass. They expect Dean to behave a certain way based on a version of him they've made up. And that's how Dean always ends up being the fly in the ointment the monkey in the wrench the pain in the ass. Because he does not do what they predict him to do. Sam kills Lilith and Sam says "Yes" to Lucifer (whether they get him there the way they thought they would or not). Dean shows up at Chuck's house. Dean tricks Zachariah. Dean shows up where Michael and Lucifer are supposed to do battle and snaps his brother out of possession. He refuses to shoot Jack. He refuses to do all of the things they are convinced they can make him do.

#no one can control you but you #spn and causality #5.08 #4.18 #4.22 #5.22 #5.18 #4.19 #5.06 #pk rewatches spn number ?#chuck #gabriel #michael

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topazy · 3 months

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Teen spirit

Pairing: Carl Grimes × reader, Maggie Greene × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 5.06

You wake to the feeling of a foreign object beneath your head; your group has managed to withstand the storm and the walkers during the night. By the time the sun was starting to rise, everyone was exhausted and tried to get a few hours of sleep, but luckily the barn was sturdy enough to withstand the storm. Your eyes flutter open, and you realize you’re sleeping on Carl’s arm.

You jolt up right, clear your throat, and brush the hay sticking to your clothes off. Hearing a chuckle, you look over your shoulder to see Abraham shaking his head in amusement.

“Where’s Maggie?”

“Gone to check the perimeter with Sasha.”

Not knowing what else to do, you start to gather spare pieces of wood that were scattered in various places inside the barn; they would most likely come in useful. After some time, the door to the barn is slowly pushed open.

“Everyone…” Maggie steps inside and is followed by a man. “This is Aaron.”

Immediately, Rick, Noah, and Daryl point their weapons at the man.

“We met him outside; he’s by himself. We took his weapons, and we took his gear.”

Aaron stares nervously as Daryl pats him down to check for any hidden weapons. When Judith starts crying, you take her from Rick’s arms and try to soothe her by gently rubbing her back.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” Aaron attempts to shake Rick’s hand but doesn’t get close enough to him to do so. As soon as he steps forward, everyone is ready to leap on him.

“You said he had a weapon?”

Maggie walks forward and gives the man’s gun to Rick, who inspects it and then tucks it in the back of his jeans. He stares at the man and asks, “Is there something you need?"

“He has a camp nearby,” Sasha says. “He wants us to audition for membership.”

The look in Rick’s eyes is almost feral.

Sheepishly, Aaron says, “I wish there was another word. The audition makes it sound like we’re some kind of dance troupe. That’s only on Friday nights.” When nobody laughs at his joke, he pulls a face, realizing this was going to be more difficult than he first thought. “I’m, and it’s not a camp; it’s a community. I think you would all make valuable additions, but it’s not my call. My job is to convince you all to follow me back home.”

You hold Judith closer to you. “You really expect us to follow a stranger?”

“I know; I wouldn’t follow me either. Not until I knew exactly what I was getting into. Sasha, can you hand Rick my pack?”

Cautiously, she does as he asks.

“In the front zipper there’s an envelope with pictures of the community. There’s no way I could convince you to come with me just by talking about our community. That’s why I brought those. I apologize in advance for the picture quality; we just found an old camera at the store.”

“Nobody gives a shit,” Daryl says bluntly.

Rick takes out the pictures and starts to look through them. The only one you see is of large panel walls. Aaron starts to explain the pictures, but Rick punches him in the face, knocking him out.

—

You stare out through a small hole in the barn wall, looking out for anyone who might be trying to sneak up. Rick ordered everyone to keep looking out while he and Carl riffled through Aaron’s belongings. So far, they have found a flare gun, toilet paper, and a few other standard things to have in your bag during the apocalypse.

Aaron refuses to tell Rick how many of his people are outside, with the argument that nobody would believe him if he told the truth. But he admits that it was him who left the bottles of water out on the road for your group and that he had been watching your group for some time.

After briefly disagreeing with Michonne, Rick agrees that your group should split into two teams. One to check out the area where Aaron says he left his vehicle, and the other to keep an eye on them from a distance.

You go to leave with the second group, but Rick calls you back, “Hope, I’m going to need you to stay here with me. Help keep Judith safe.”

—

You hold Judith, who is crying, while Rick tries to grind some nuts into a wooden bowl with the back of his gun.

Aaron, who is tied to a wooden beam, watches with a helpless look in his eyes. “You did see the jar of applesauce in my bag, right?”

Rick shoots him a deathly glare.

“This isn’t a trick. This isn’t about trying to make you like me.”

“What is it about, then?” You ask.

“Self- preservation. Because owners hear her and come this way, I know I’ll be the first to go.”

Aaron wasn’t wrong. You glance over at Rick, whose gaze is still burning into the stranger. Rolling your eyes, you hand Judith to her father and go over to the table, where the different jars and cans are sitting.

“Hope.”

You say nothing and keep looking until you find the jar of applesauce.

“Hope,” Rick says more sternly. “Don’t open that; you don’t know what’s in it.”

Aaron gives him a look of disgust. “You think I’m trying to poison your baby daughter?”

It was clear the stranger hadn’t encountered the same type of monsters your group has; a cold shiver runs down your spine when you think of Terminus. “It would surprise you how cruel people can be.”

He looks between you and Rick and says, “I’m tied up, and you’ve already expressed a willingness to stab me in the head. How would cruelly killing your daughter in front of you in any way help the situation?”

“Maybe she doesn’t die; maybe she gets sick. Maybe you’re the only one that can help her, and I just lose.”

While Arron and Rick go back and forth, you open the jar and smell the sweet, recognizable scent of homemade applesauce. You pick up a spoon and try a small amount, just in case it is poisoned.

“The girl believes me.”

You grimace as the texture of it rubs against the roof of your mouth. Rick looks up at you, a fearful expression on his face. “What did you just do? That could be poisoned.”

“It’s definitely applesauce.”

You hold up the jar, and Rick takes the spoon and tries it for himself before deciding it was okay for Judith to eat it. He was definitely pissed off that you tried some. You take the baby again and move to sit down on some hay before helping her to eat.

“The community is big enough; we can find a place for you all to live where, even when she cries, no one can hear it outside the walls.”

Rick shoots him a look and says, “You've got forty-three minutes for the rest of my people to come back.”

—

After having a small amount of food in her belly, Judith falls asleep with her head pressed against your shoulder as your run circles against her back. Before the apocalypse, you hated being around babies for long periods of time. You hated the sounds of their cries and how much attention they needed, but now you’d risk your life over and over again to protect the sweet girl who you had grown to care about so much.

“She ate it all?” Rick asks quietly while sitting down beside you on the ground.

“Yeah,” you nod. “She’s just fallen asleep.”

Rick looks as if he’s contemplating what to say next. A few moments pass, then he lets out a deep sigh, “She needs you. I know everyone helps look after her, but aside from me and Carl, you’re the closest one to her.”

“Beth used to love singing to Judith.”

He rubs at your shoulder. “I know, I know. It’s hard to keep moving forward when you lose someone you love, but take it from me: it’s best to keep pushing forward because if you don't, well, it’s not always easy to pull yourself back once you let the grief consume you.”

A few tears fall and roll down your cheeks, but you force a smile. He was right, and you would need to learn to deal with your grief sooner or later.

Rick tilts his head back. “How did you know it was applesauce?”

“My mom used to make it for the church bake sale. I always loved the smell of it but hated the texture.”

He lightly chuckles and says, “That explains the faces you pulled.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Aaron observing how Rick is treating you.

—

Carl gives you the Polaroid pictures, and together you flick through them. “What do you think?”

You shrug, “I think it’s pretty, but larger glass windows aren’t exactly zombie-proof.”

“That’s what I was thinking too.”

Carl puts the picture back into the picture envelope before turning his attention back to his sister.

The last twenty-four hours had been hectic. Once the rest of your group returned, it was decided you’d split up again. Rick, Glenn, and Michonne would drive, with Aaron giving them directions to meet up with his partner, while the rest of you went in a campervan. However, the vehicles ended up separated, but eventually you found the right location and met Eric, Aaron’s boyfriend, who had broken his ankle while running from walkers.

It wasn’t until late into the night that Rick, Glenn, and Michonne arrived with Aaron.

Something changed for Rick, and he trusted Aaron a little more and finally agreed that your group should go to Alexandria.

“Do you think we’ll like this place?” You ask, just as Rick brings the car to a stop outside your house, what could possibly be your new home.

“I hope so.”

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