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im-like-if-a-girl · 3 years

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*THE* mean-girl-dean-girl's Supernatural reboot MEGAPOST!

I'm gonna stick a little "keeping reading" here because hoooooo boy, this is a very long post.

Let's start with

Plot

Season 1

Dean kills John while they are out on a hunt in a crime of passion, but Dean doesn't remember because he blacked out. Cue Dean going to Stanford to get Sam and tell him "Dad's on a hunting trip... and he hasn't been home in a couple days."

The audience doesn't know what happened to John, but slowly figures it out with Dean and Sam as Dean slowly remembers what happened that night.

The entire first season, the boys are following the trail John left and fighting monsters as well. They find out Dean was with John, Sam realizes Dean has an unreliable memory, they have heart to hearts about their childhood and the fire, they find John's body, "how could you kill Dad?" but maybe Dean didn't kill dad, whooaaaaaa, misdirection.

It was actually good ole yeller eyes (Azazel) and he made it look like Dean killed John.

Okay, now let's move on to the first episode

Not sure how the opening would work, I would like the story of the fire to be revealed over the course of the first season, but maybe the opening scene could be a little bit of an establishing character relationships and backstory, idk, I haven't thought that far yet.

I'm thinking maybe it's like, Dean gets back to a motel room covered in blood and he listens to a voicemail on his phone from John saying he was on a hunt or something, I don't really know lol.

HOWEVER

I do know that after the intro rolls, we get a scene of Sam waking up to his alarm and "Nine to Five" by Dolly Parton starts playing.

Y'all know where this is going.

Cue a montage of Sam's normal Stanford college life (him sitting through lectures, walking through the campus with friends) spliced with scenes of Dean absolutely slaughtering a nest of vampires (or some other monsters, whatever works best.)

But

Now onto

Characters!!! (And descriptions)

Dean Winchester

Some lovely person on this site made edits of Dean with platinum blond hair and it made me feel some kind of way so we're doing that, homie's gonna have platinum blond hair

Side note about the hair, later when the brothers are running from the FBI he dyes it a dirty blond/light brown (insert jackles hair color controversy here) as a disguise.

He also gets tattoos because we were robbed.

Speaking of tattoos, concept: when Dean comes back from Hell, all of his tattoos are gone. His body is a clean slate, devoid of tattoos, scars, etc. So he gets his tattoos done all over again, which he doesn't mind because he made some bad, drunk tattoo decisions in his youth.

(And before you ask, yes, he does get one for Cas, either a bee or Cas's name in enochian, something cute.)

Dean goes to therapy after Sam gets sent to the Cage.

It's actually court mandated because he got in trouble, lol, he would never go to therapy on his own.

Along with the hair, Dean gets to be the grade A twunk we all know he is.

Sam Winchester

His hair gets longer in every scene he's in

No jk, but imagine

King of Microaggressions

Sam starts off like the sweetheart he is in season 1 but in later seasons he starts enjoying killing a little too much...

It's that demon blood, ba-by!!!

He brings up issues of morality to Dean, i.e. killing monsters who aren't hurting anyone. (Yes I know this is contradictory to my previous statement, but these two facets of Sam can and will coexist.)

Sam and Jess's relationship is explored further, meaning we'll need to start with a different inciting incident, but that's fine, I think everyone can agree fridgings are *(thumbs down)*

Sam doesn't truly know what happened the night of the fire until later, and then he understands why Dean is so protective of him.

Jess

She gets to live beyond the first episode

She is also trans

No, I don't feel like I have to explain myself and I won't 💜

She urges Sam to join Dean in a search for their brother, kind of gets pulled into the hunter lifestyle by association lol.

She dies on a rusty nail after fighting vampires on a routine hunt with Sam

No jk!!!

But imagine....

She's amazing and I love her and Lucifer also uses her as leverage against Sam and possesses her because I think that'd be cool.

She supports Sam 100% and also she and Dean are buddies, pals if you will.

She meets Cas Thee El and immediately she Knows, that is a homosexual.

She dies still so that we can have a Saileen Endgame but she's not dying the first episode or in a fridging. Not on my watch.

Castiel

He gets to keep his raw, light-fixture-exploding power.

I want more of that "I pulled you out of hell, I can throw you back in" energy except over dumb shit like Dean not cleaning up after himself.

He looks like a Dilf in every scene he's in, yeah, that's right, dilf with a capital D for *(GUNSHOTS)* *(gets sent to horny jail)*

Claire

She gets pink hair

And more time with Cas

And maybe a nose piercing

Feel like she should be able to kill a couple angels onscreen, punch a couple homophobes

She gets to meet Jack and teaches him swears and fun slang words.

She deserves it.

Jack

I says "that's my baby and I'm proud."

Jack starts off as a baby, but like Amara he grows up super quickly.

Like, baby to 11 year old in a couple days or less.

This is because Jack's emotional age on the show is on par with that of a 5th grader.

It's at this point when he's a young kid that he runs away from the Bunker and shenanigans ensue.

It's also at this point that Dean threatens to k*ll him.

(Still not sure if I want that in my Supernatural (threatened infanticide? In my Supernatural? It's more likely than you think) but we'll see. We'll see.)

Throughout a majority of season 13, Jack is like an 11 y.o. kid

Season 14 he's like a 16 y.o. teenager

Season 15 he's 21, you get the picture.

Listen, I love Alex Calvert a lot. He's great.

But Jack is a child and should be a child.

Kelly Kline

Kelly, baby, stay right where you are, you're perfect.

Eileen

SHE DOESN'T DIE

SHE GETS TO BE IN THE FINALE BECAUSE SHE'S AMAZING AND I LOVE HER.

BLURRY WIFE WHO? I ONLY KNOW SAILEEN ENDGAME!

She teaches Claire and Jack swears in sign-language. Castiel is not impressed.

John

J*hn W*nchester stans, DNI.

He's dead.

We only see him in flashbacks and only sometimes hear his voice in voice overs.

He's not "down the road" from Dean in Heaven, in fact he instead gets to wander around in some Purgatory like Hell for the rest of his time :)

People who get to say "fuck" on the show:

Cas (but only Once)

Jody

Bobby

Now onto other things

I want more of

Ghostfacers

(they need more screentime because I love them)

Dean/Benny

We know they had a thing.

They definitely had a thing.

Demon Dean

Again, I feel like more should've been done with this. All that build up for what, 2 episodes? was not utilized well at all.

Dean's Bisexuality

Straight Dean truthers DNI, my Supernatural is a show about love and being true to yourself

You think Supernatural is a show about 2 straight brothers fighting monsters?

Naw bitch, this is a show about the Gay Experience

He will get to have relations with men on this show.

Of course, only after John dies does he, y'know, display it. Maybe he kisses Cas on his dad's grave just to fuck John over, make him roll in grave.

We all agree John would be/is a homophobe piece of shit, right?

Okay, glad we're on the same page.

Dads

3 men and a baby with Jack is what I'm saying.

I love it when the Trio are father-figures to younger troubled characters they see themselves in, even better if it's like reluctant-but-loving father figure, oh, that trope gets me every time :'^)

Dadstiel and DadDean are my favorites, but I like it when Sam plays "Uncle Sam" to kids too lol.

"Fellas, is it gay to want a tight knit family with your husband, his son, his vessel's daughter, your brother, his wife, your cop mother figure and her wife and their adopted daughters? Asking for a friend."

Garth

Biggest flaw of Supernatural was underutilizing Garth.

I will never not be bitter that Garth was only in like, 7 episodes out of the whole 15 season series.

Every episode with Garth gets immediately 5 times better.

I love Garth.

Follow ups on characters who had entire episodes featured around them and then just... vanished???

This is mostly about Jesse, the magic kid whose imagination ruled an entire town like, his daddy was a demon and nothing came of that kid??? Only one episode about him?? No follow up???

KID CAN MANIPULATE REALITY AND WE'RE NOT GONNA GET A FOLLOW UP ON THAT?????

Uh, there was that one episode with Ennis the guy whose girlfriend was killed by a monster? I think?? Who we never see again, that was weird.

Tamara from season 3, episode 1.

And of course-

Cassie

She was so cool, and then we never saw her again :////

She gets to be a badass.

Religious imagery

As a former Catholic school student who has become for the most part, disillusioned with religion, religious imagery in TV shows like Supernatural make my brain go "brrrrrr."

Fun episodes!!!

Like, after season 6 or so, there's a drop in funny episodes

I'm talking Changing Channels, The French Mistake type stuff. (Scoobynatural is an outlier and should not be counted.)

So anyway

In my version we would have more fun episodes

I'm thinking

GENDER-SWAP EPISODE, BABY!!

(why they didn't do that in the original, we'll never know.)

An episode where Dean gets to wear eyeliner

That's it, end of post.

I want less

Racism

Yeah I feel like this is self explanatory, nearly every reoccurring character in SPN is white, and black side characters normally die in the episode they first appear in, or they'll be featured as a villain (Uriel, Raphael, Billie, etc)

Also there's a lot of... uh... asian fetishism featured in the show (what with "Busty Asian Beauties) that's really gross, also Kevin was a bit of a stereotype...

Also also it's super yucky how they kill the gods from other religions like???? Uh??? That's super disrespectful, let's not do that????

I know Supernatural is like, inherently racist because monsters are a separate race that are seen as some dangerous "other" that must be eradicated by hunters in a form of genocide-

Okay we won't get into that but

Still

Stop killing all your POC

Fridgings/Unecessary murders of female characters

I know Supernatural starts with a fridging, so this will be a hard thing to remedy, but

One death that really pissed me off was the death of Charlie

Yeah, that was pointless and we're not doing that. Charlie gets to live and be an awesome aunt to Jack.

And also Claire

Charlie Bradbury Superiority

Charlie and Garth get to meet because they're nerd/geek solidarity.

British Men of Letters

I fucking hate these guys

They're "litcherally" the worst.

The worst part is that the actors they have playing the British AREN'T. EVEN. BRITISH.

And you can tell

Uh, and that's all for now, I'll add more later.

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5x12: Swap Meat

At a bar, a woman sits alone, enjoying her margarita, when one Sam Fucking Winchester wanders over and asks the barkeep ---NOT at all awkwardly--for a banana daiquiri. He’s either deep undercover or something is seriously hinky. There’s a lot of sugar in banana daiquiris, Sam. Crystal introduces herself and Sam introduces himself as Gary! She then propositions him, much to his cluelessness.

The poor dumb boy puts it together and “would love to have the sex with [her].” We then pan over to see Sam REALLY isn’t Sam at all.

Housatonic, Massachusetts

36 Hours Earlier

Sam and Dean visit Donna, an old babysitter --well, she was a maid at a motel they’d stay at while John went hunting. She looked out for them. It seems that her family house has a poltergeist problem. Bumps and broken items have led to the thing attacking their daughter, Katie.

Katie lifts her shirt to reveal “Murderd Chylde” carved into her abdomen. I'd get some serious vaseline on those wounds if you don’t want scarring, Katie. Yeesh. Sam and Dean tell the family to skedaddle while they take care of things.

They stop at a diner for food next. Dean picks up their order from the counter from Banana Daiquiri Gary! He’s not impressed with Sam’s salad shake, and neither is Dean (but when is he ever?)

They talk about Donna and how she’s got a good thing going. Dean asks Sam if he’d want to settle down at all and have a family, and Sam answers, “no.” Dean looks contemplative about it.

Sam finds lore on the house. A Samuel Pickett owned the house in the 1700s and hung a woman, Maggie Briggs, there for witchcraft. As the brothers talk, we watch Gary hyperfixate on Sam.

Sam goes to check out the town’s archives for where Maggie Briggs was buried. As he’s walking back to the motel, he hears a noise and then gets shot in the neck with a dart. Lights out, Sammy.

He comes to later, wearing Gary’s work uniform. He starts walking but the cops pick him up claiming his family is worried about him. “My brother called you?” Sam asks, incredulous.

No. The cops take him to a suburban house where a worried couple pops out and hugs Sam in relief. He asks who they are and in return they want to know if he’s drunk.

They keep calling him Gary. It’s then that Sam looks in the window of the cop car --and sees his reflection. He looks like Gary!

Meanwhile, Gary is checking out his hot new bod. Dean shows up and wonders where he’s been. Gary placates him with food. He also tells Dean that the maid saw all their weapons and they better get out of there. While Dean uses the restroom, Gary gets rid of all Dean’s phones.

THEN he has the NERVE to ask to drive. He doesn’t get far. And quite frankly, Dean’s spidey sense should be spiking through the ceiling at this point.

Sam keeps trying to reach his brother, with no luck. He calls the motel to learn that the two dudes in room 102 left in the middle of the night. So, Sam starts digging through Gary’s stuff and discovers items of witchcraft. Before he can dig too much further though, he’s called to the family breakfast.

His “dad” starts grilling him about getting drunk the night before. Sam’s got better things to worry about than placating some dude he doesn’t know. He also needs to learn more about Gary, so he starts interviewing the family about what they've noticed in him lately.

The dad wants to know if Sam’s “smoking drugs”. Sam then asks if they’ve ever seen him with a black book recently. His sister, Sydney, reacts to that question. The mom reacts to him eating toast --his allergy to wheat gluten!!

Sydney later reveals to Sam that there IS a book.

Gary and Dean are still working the case. Dean informs Gary that they have to search graves for Maggie’s body. Nerd of Nerd’s Gary knows exactly where Maggie Briggs is buried: Isiah Pickett’s basement. He also reveals that he murdered her and her unborn child before burying them in the basement. Dean connects the ‘murderd chylde’ clue.

Once in the car, Bob Seger starts blasting, and Gary tells Dean to turn it up.

Sam continues to leave messages for Dean. He ALSO has to navigate the tortures of high school again. Sam meets two of Gary’s friends and asks where his locker is (he’s still drunk, after all).

For This is a Look TM Science:

(And let’s pause for a moment to enjoy Sam’s striped hoodie. Definitely one of the top 5 wardrobe choices on this show.)

He finds the book in the back of Gary’s locker.

Gary and Dean find the grave in the basement of the Pickett house. Dean gets to digging while Gary aims his gun at Dean. Before he can shoot, the ghost comes out to play. It starts beating up the both of them but Gary’s able to burn the bones.

Gary’s extremely nosy friends follow Sam out of the school. While it looks like we’re gearing up for some good ol’ Ferris Bueller shenanigans, Trevor shoots Sam in the throat (GAH) with a sedative dart.

Meanwhile, at a bar, Dean orders a burger with extra bacon and a fried egg on top. Excuse me...I need to go eat an entire branchbouquet of kale in retaliation. Mysteriously, Sam orders the same thing. “Who are you and what have you done with my brother?” Dean asks. But it’s just a lighthearted comment and they raise a toast to a successful hunt.

Gary’s over the moon overabout the day he just had. His joy makes Dean suspicious the way nothing else has. Oh, you sweet sad sunflowers. Gary lays out Sam Winchester’s happiness list: 1) gun 2) getting drunk 3) looks like Sam Winchester.

“You ever feel like your whole future is being decided for you?” Gary asks. OH YES, Dean tells him. I forget for a minute that I’m watching a season 5 episode as the Dean-Winchester-feels-trapped-in-the-narrative-sorrow threatens to overwhelm me. But there areis no time for FEELINGS when the narrative must go on! Cut to later in the night, when Gary gets picked up by the woman in the bar from the cold open. Dean puts his thinking face on while Gary ecstatically leaves the bar.

Back at Kid Kidnapperz clubhouse, Sam’s tied up. Trevor calls Gary and asks him if he’s killed Dean yet. “I’m working up to it,” Gary replies while sitting shirtless under a leopard print bedspread in the cougar’s lair. (Just...no on SO MANY LEVELS.) Sam listens to this with great alarm.

Sam demands to know how these rando teenagers know Dean. “Everybody knows Dean. He’s Hell’s most wanted,” Trevor retorts. Sam puts two and two together and comes up with a coupla dumb kids who took a deep dive into witchcraft and started talking to demons.

“You’re just kids,” Sam laments. Trevor and Nora fill in more blanks. They were messing around with a Moste Dark Booke of Witchcraftery, as one does, and suddenly Gary went into a trance and drew a fairly decent picture of Dean. Gary also heard a voice - it was setting a bounty on Dean’s head, and apparently broadcast through the witch trance network.

Gary heard a voice in his head - it was setting a bounty on Dean’s head, and apparently broadcast through the witch trance network. Nora now has second thoughts, so Trevor ups his stupidity game and starts to summon a demon.

That night, Gary creeps into the motel room and grabs Dean’s gun up from a nearby chair. He cocks the pistol. . He aims it at the shape under the covers...and Dean grabs him from behind and demands to know who he really is. (Silly Gary, Dean stopped sleeping under covers after he got back from Hell.)

Back in Trevor’s basement, he finishes the demon summoning. Nora looks up with black eyes.

She’s very interested to learn that they’ve got Dean Winchester in their sights. Trevor tells her where Dean is immediately. She absorbs this and swings her attention to Sam. She realizes it’s Sam “Boy King of Hell” Winchester sitting there and is suddenly VERY interested. Trevor asks her where his reward is, and when he pushes for it she first taunts, then kills him. (All the while Sam is in the background GRINDING HIS TEETH.)

Gary weeps, tied up in the motel room while Dean listens to voicemail after voicemail from Sam. Gary babbles about Sam’s whereabouts but it’s too late. Demon!Nora saunters in and lobs Dean across the room. Wherps. She offers Gary a powerful future but first he’s got to meet “the boss.” All he has to do is say “Yes” and they can have a nice chat together! Very sneaky! Dean attacks her while she’s cooking up her big plan and then Gary and Dean tag team an exorcism, freeing Nora of the demon. Later, Gary performs the incantation to swap bodies with Sam again. (I shake my head yet again that THIS is the ONLY body swap episode we got in the whole fifteen season run. What a goddamn waste of comedy potential.

With Sam restored to normal (or as normal as a Winchester can get), Dean confronts Gary. He tells him that if he were just a little older, he’d be dead right now. With those comforting parting words, they bring Gary and Nora back to their lives. Sam tells Gary to quit his whining about his life. It’s possible to rebel in a “healthy, non-satanic way.” Furthermore, he tells Gary that he wishes he had his life. Once the kids are out of earshot, Dean comments on Sam’s kind words. “Totally lied. Kid’s life sucked ass.” The apple-pie family crap is stressful, Sam decides.

Maybe they just don’t know what they’re missing, Dean rejoins, and I calmly tie an anvil around my ankle and drop it off a cliff into a dramatically large canyon.

They head out into the rainy night...to fight another day!

Doppelquöter:

You ever think that you'd want something like that? Wife, rugrats, the whole nine?

No matter how much you fight it, you can't stop the plan. The stupid, stupid plan

Um, I wouldn't exactly call praying to our dark overlord “goofing around”

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jbuffyangel · 3 years

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The Bermuda Triangle: Arrow 1x13 Review (Betrayal)

Time to deal with this love triangle and all the ways it is awful.

Let’s dig in...

L*uriver vs. Merlance

I frequently say to myself as I rewatch Season 1 that the triangle makes sense in theory. The writers have all the components, albeit clichéd, that should create a love triangle full of juicy drama.

Man wrongs woman in another life thereby destroying any future together

Woman falls for secret identity without realizing it is the same man who hurt her

Man “gives up” woman for her own good

Man and best friend are in love with the same woman

Best friend changes his ways and becomes the perfect boyfriend

Woman no longer wants best friend and instead lusts for secret identity bad boy

And round and round we go. The problem is this doesn’t really tread any new ground. How many times have we seen this type of love triangle play out? MANY TIMES. Not saying a tried and true trope can’t be repeated, but if you’re going to use it then try to inject some new life into it.

Arrow stays stubbornly in between the lines on this one, which means there are no real surprises. We know exactly where this is headed. Everyone is just waiting for L*urel to choose Oliver. Hell, even Tommy knows it is coming someday.

This brings us to our second problem. L*urel choosing Oliver is so inevitable it doesn’t require a lot of character growth for either of them. L*urel and Oliver have not dealt with ANY of the issues that caused their demise. Yes, Oliver cheated on L*urel, but there were reasons why he cheated. Those have yet to be discussed.

We’re supposed to accept that since Oliver is wearing the hood and is out saving the streets as the vigilante then he is “worthy” of L*urel again. We’re supposed to be waiting with baited breath for L*urel to discover Oliver’s secret identity, realize he’s the man in the hood she’s been lusting after, and fall back into his arms where she belongs.

I think not. Don’t get me wrong. I love me a good triangle. I loved The Vampire Diaries. Two brothers in love with the same woman. Interesting. Woman looks exactly like the lost love that destroyed their bond a hundred years earlier? MORE INTERESTING. And kinky.

I enjoy exploring the varying ways love is expressed in different relationships and what it can reveal about the characters. There isn’t always a right or wrong choice. There’s just a choice and it reflects the kind of love you need to live.

But I understand the complaints about love triangles. Oliver, L*urel and Tommy are the PERFECT validation of those complaints. It’s a tired way to insert some drama that has a completely predictable ending. The even bigger problem is there’s barely enough heat to melt an ice cube. L*uriver is frigid. Merlance is better, but they certainly aren’t an inferno.

“Betrayal” does an excellent job of highlighting all the love triangle problems which plague Season 1. We’re all waiting for L*urel to see that Oliver is a changed man. If only she knew he was The Hood! Her anger and hurt over Sara blinds her ability to see those changes. He needs to wear the mask, so L*urel can see who Oliver truly is. God that sounds good doesn’t it?

IT’S NOT GOOD.

Sara was a symptom of much bigger problems between L*urel and Oliver. He did not want to be with L*urel, so he blew their relationship up in a fairly spectacular display of self sabotage.

Why doesn’t Oliver want to be with L*urel? Well... welcome to Oliver’s mind. He’s been asking himself that same question for the last five years. If he wanted to be with L*urel then he would have never left town. He would have never cheated on her with Sara. Then Sara would be alive. His father would be alive. EVERY ounce of guilt Oliver Queen carries is connected to that one single choice of leaving L*urel.

So, it’s fairly easy to understand why Oliver thinks being with L*urel will fix everything. If he can fix things with L*urel then he’s truly forgiven. It washes away the sins of the past. It’s like it never happened. At this point, this is what Oliver wants more than ANYTHING. He can’t bring Sara or Robert back. But he can resuscitate his dead relationship with his ex-girlfriend. Close enough. The man isn’t choosey after five years of misery.

Unfortunately, Oliver hasn’t changed at all when it comes to L*urel Lance. Oh I know BUT THE HOOD. Listen y’all, throwing on leather accessories and playing Robin Hood doesn’t equate to relationship therapy. Sorry writers. I need more than crime fighting to believe Oliver can be the perfect boyfriend now.

He continues to make all the same mistakes. OLIVER IS STILL LYING TO L*UREL. He lies to her every day. He lies when he’s wearing the hood. He lies when he’s not wearing the hood. LIES LIES LIES LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIESS. Oliver continues to hide who he truly is from L*urel. Different outfit. Same problems.

This brings us to SO. MUCH. MISOGYN. Lance is using the phone The Hood gave L*urel to trap him. Whenever we are looking at betrayal and the Lance family it’s important to grade on a curve. It’s a dirty move on Quentin’s part, but far from the gold medal of betrayals this family achieves.

Source: @laurelsource

Everyone finds out that L*urel is working with the Hood and by everyone I mean Tommy. Quentin follows L*urel with a battalion of police officers to her meeting with The Hood. He’s gathered information on a newly released crime boss, Cyrus Vanch. When Oliver realizes they’ve been busted he holds L*urel by the throat as cover so he can jump off the roof. BuT tHeIr LoVe Is iS hEaLtHy.

Source: @dinahlaurellancesource

As L*urel rants to her current boyfriend (yes I use the word “current” on purpose), he pieces together that she’s been lying to him about working with The Hood.

Source: THEARROWGIFS:

L*urel: He's been lying to me for weeks.

Tommy: Yeah feels like crap doesn't it?

Are we surprised L*urel fails to see the hypocrisy in her little rant?

We are not. This is why Tommy was always the better man for L*urel. He actually had a pair and would call her on her BS. Oliver was incapable of doing until well into Season 2, but I digress.

So, Tommy goes to his best friend Oliver for relationship advice. I know this is a television show, but why in the ever living mother of Zeus do L*urel and Tommy think OLIVER is the best person to ask for relationship advice?

Oliver: Tommy, every time you want to talk to me about something, and that something is L*urel, you look like you’re about to tell me you have some terminal disease.

Me: He does have a terminal disease. It’s called L*URIVER.

Tommy: She’s been working with The Hood guy.

Oliver: What? You’re letting her work with that crazy person? She could get hurt Tommy.

Tommy: I’m not letting her do anything. I only just found out about it.

I know this episode aired in 2012, but talk about some patriarchal bullshit. The entire episode is filled with language like this. Quentin, Oliver, Tommy and The Hood all act like L*urel needs their permission to go to the bathroom. New flash fellas: If L*urel wants to engage in nightly rendezvous with a serial killer that’s her business.

L*urel says something to similar effect, but is summarily blown off by whatever male she’s speaking to. She meets up with The Hood after he and Lance save her from Cyrus Vanch.

Source: BJ-HUNNICUTTS-BLOG

It seems The Hood didn’t think through all the ways talking to L*urel on a phone and meeting her secretly on rooftops would put her in danger.

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L*urel: I knew the risks.

The Hood: Now I know them and I’m not willing to take them with you.

L*urel: What does that mean?

It means he wants to bone you, L*urel. Get a clue.

Holy hell, these conversations make her look stupid. L*urel, do you know a lot of six foot men with similar build and facial hair to Oliver Queen?

Maybe she would take issue with his infantilizing if she stopped speaking like a three year old whenever The Hood is around.

Source: LAURELSOURCE

She has this dazed expression too. I know L*urel is so overwhelmed with all the ATTRACTION and LUST that her eyes dilate and the bosom heaves, but I’m starting to think a taser gun is how they forced Katie do scenes with Stephen.

Source: @dinahlaurellancesource

The point is nobody is all that interested in L*urel’s agency – INCLUDING L*UREL. I understand “secret identity” is a very common trope in hero’s stories, but it never makes any sense to me. Shouldn’t the “true love” be the first person to know who the hero is and not the last? Oliver keeps saying he can’t tell the people he loves who he truly is because it will put them in danger. So, he doesn’t care if Diggle gets killed? His logic makes no sense. If this was truly about protecting people then why did he need a partner?

And no – you can’t use John can protect himself. We just watched L*urel throw down with that umbrella. She was lethal.

Source: @dinahlaurellancesource

Oliver is the king of compartmentalization. He does not know how to merge his two selves yet. He cannot fathom showing Thea, Moira, Tommy and L*urel his darkest self because that means being honest about what happened the five years he was away and what it did to him. That will be a hard pass from our leather clad hero.

My other issue with the love triangle (in addition to all the lying and misogyny) is Oliver comes off like an asshole. He manipulates Tommy with statements like, "L*urel is lying? That doesn't seem like her” and “ have an honest chat with her” like there is something in their relationship causing her to lie or that Tommy is responsible for L*urel’s behavior. He’s slowly pecking away at the Merlance walls until it crumbles. DIRTY POKER OLIVER QUEEN.

But then we arrive at this gross fest:

Tommy: There’s some sort of infatuation thing going on here. We both know that she has a pretty strong track record of being attracted to guys who are dangerous, who break the rules. Show me a more dangerous rule breaker than The Hood.

Oliver: I just think you need to have an honest chat with her. Find out the real reason she’s keep secrets.

Tommy: I just can’t believe that L*urel of all people would lie to my face. I guess that’s the way it is with the people you are closest to.

Oliver: I know, but talk to her anyway. And fix this before it becomes something that’s unfixable.

Did this conversation actually happen?

Does anyone else find it weird that Tommy and Oliver psychoanalyze L*urel’s dating preferences?

And even weirder they are ACCURATE?

Credit where credit is due. L*urel likes bad boys right up until they become good boys. Then she’s off to find the next asshole that will lie, cheat and disappoint her. (We could do an entire novel’s worth of L*urel Lance’s toxic dating choices).

Even worse, Tommy concludes she has the hots for The Hood like it’s nothing. Like it’s completely normal and okay behavior.

Holy hell man! Tommy, maybe L*urel has beaten any self respect into the ground, but IT’S OK TO EXPECT YOUR GIRLFRIEND TO NOT BE INFATUATED WITH OTHER MEN.

What’s really gross is Oliver lies straight to Tommy’s face (no differently than L*urel did) while using the secret identity to engage in inappropriate flirting with his best friend’s girlfriend. He uses the hood to say things to L*urel that he would NEVER say as Oliver Queen. And L*urel never tells The Hood she has a boyfriend or to back off. In fact, she encourages the behavior. THIS. IS. CHEATING. Maybe not physical, but it sure is emotional.

Let’s also never forget L*urel started sleeping with Tommy as a way to stick it to Oliver. She wasn’t expecting to develop real feelings for Tommy, and I do believe she loves him, but that doesn’t erase the toxicity of this cycle that somebody needs to end.

There’s just no good here, my friends.

Source: @dinahlaurellancesource

The writers are relying on an empty “they are supposed to be together” promise without providing any evidence why. Neither L*urel nor Oliver has changed in a meaningful way to support giving their relationship another try. The problem between them wasn’t whether or not Oliver fought street crime. The problem was honesty. Between all the lying and just-on-the-line cheating, I’d argue they bring out the worst in each other. Nuclear winter has better chemistry. Need I go on?

Ok. I will.

The only one who has shown any growth is Tommy. This is change L*urel encouraged in Tommy, but then he became dependable and honest, so she started lusting after The Hood. Both Oliver and L*urel are lying to him about a variety of things. With friends like these who needs enemies?

L*urel is treated like some prize, but is she a prize they really want to win? Neither man is given a reason to love L*urel beyond she’s who they are supposed to want.

Source: @dinahlaurellancesource

Don’t get me wrong. I am a Merlance shipper, but it is hard to root for their ship at this point. If the writers just left them alone and let them be adorable then it would be fine.

Source: @dinahlaurellancesource

BUT. THEY. KEEP. INSERTING. OLIVER.

And where is L*urel’s character? We’re thirteen episodes in and she’s too busy flip flopping personalities for me to nail her down to one specifically. For arguments sake, let’s say the hot and cold behavior IS one of her main traits. It only surfaces in relation to Oliver. L*urel flips on him which causes her to flop on Tommy. L*urel’s actions are simply a reaction to Oliver. That’s not agency. That’s a prop.

Source: @dinahlaurellancesource

It’s almost like the writers can’t be bothered with more. She’s a justice seeking, self sacrificing attorney who works pro bono. TA DA! Character is complete. Nothing more to see here!

Well, if that’s the criteria then why isn’t Joanna in the running for hero’s true love? Throw Annie Ilonzeh in a room with Stephen Amell. Let’s see if the chemistry is any better.

The writers haven’t constructed L*urel’s character beyond a hockey puck for Tommy and Oliver to pass to each other until we reach the inevitable conclusion of L*urel “choosing” Oliver. It’s like watching a train speed toward a brick wall. I know the crash is coming, but I’m not apprehensive about it or grotesquely fascinated or even scared. I’m just want out of this Bermuda Triangle.

Quentin and L*urel

The only real interesting facet of L*urel’s character is her relationship with her father. I love the raw pain between them. It is always just under the surface. The writers throw those problems like grenades in their scenes together. Katie isn’t given much to work with, but her best material is always with Paul Blackthorne.

Source: LAURELSOURCE

Quentin using his daughter as bait was brilliant, but shadey. Super shadey. It also had the unintended consequence of getting her kidnapped by a mob boss. Oops. I sort of love that Quentin had to eat crow and call The Hood for help once he figured out there was a dirty cop feeding Vance information.

L*urel is in a rage after being held hostage by The Hood. (He can use her as a human shield because he loves her. No problems here. Nope nope nope!) Quentin really hoped L*urel would appreciate his fine detective work, but she’s pretty pissed off about all the guns pointed at her. She feels her father has lost his perspective on this particular case.

L*urel: Are you gonna find another criminal? Someone else to blame for mom leaving, for Sara dying, for your drinking?

The gloves come off! Daaaaaamn. The booze? We’re going there? Meow.

I agree Quentin Lance has an addictive personality. He directs his rage and grief into an outlet he can control. Hmm… who else does that?

However, L*urel’s indignation is a little much. She is cavorting with a known criminal. The same criminal her father is investigating. L*urel does nothing to help the investigation and one could argue she impedes the investigation. This is called obstruction of justice, Counselor. L*urel actually commissioned the crime The Hood is perpetrating this week, so she could also be charged as an accessory after the fact. Maybe even aiding and abetting. So, her horror at the police pointing guns at her is somewhat ludicrous. Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time.

Source: LAURELSOURCE

L*urel spends much of the episode fighting the rampant patriarchy and misogyny of the men around her by firmly accepting the danger of working with the vigilante. She is prepared to take those risks.

Source: LAURELSOURCE

But then L*urel is appalled the second she’s put in any danger and holds all the men responsible for not keeping her safe.

She can be mad her dad lied to her, but stop clutching the pearls. If L*urel wants to play the vigilante game then she is going to be used as bait and occasionally get kidnapped. That’s what everyone means by danger, girl. You’re either in or you’re out. If you’re in then you don’t get to blame anyone else for danger knocking on your door. Own your choices honey. THY NAME IS AGENCY.

Oliver and Diggle

This is week 323 of Diggle arguing that Moira is guilty as sin and Oliver ignoring the massive pile of evidence supporting that belief.

Ok, it hasn’t been that many weeks, but it feels like it. Thou Shall Not Question Diggle. He is always right, but Oliver digs his stubborn heels in. So, John offers to drive Moira around for a week and bugs her. As one does.

Oliver: You bugged my mother?

This is how OTA shows their love, Oliver. Diggle knows Moira is a slippery snake and can wiggle out of any question Oliver asks her. She even burns the copy of the List Felicity gave him after Oliver confronts her with it.

Moira insists she never associated with the people in Robert’s book and knew it only as a list of people who owed him favors. Oliver believes his mother is trying to protect her children from Walter’s fate.

So, John gets Moira ON TAPE discussing The Undertaking with Malcolm Merlyn and the sabotage of Robert Queen’s boat.

We’re going to ignore that Moira’s voice is perfectly identifiable, but Merlyn’s is about ten octaves lower. The point is these are information diamonds Diggle unearths and Oliver FINALLY agrees to pay his mother a visit as The Hood.

Flashbacks

The best part of the flashbacks is meeting all the people who helped Oliver Queen become The Hood.

Source: @olivergifs

Hello Slade Wilson! He’s a massively important character in Arrow and it is fun to rewatch how he came into Oliver’s life.

Slade and his partner, the man who tortured Oliver, are Australian Intelligence who came to Lian Yu to free Yao Fei. Slade and Yao Fei have been monitoring an air field so they can escape the island, but he cannot take it alone. There is always a reason behind all of Yao Fei’s actions, but it takes Slade a minute to figure out why he sent Oliver.

Slade: You have no skill. No strength. No training. To say you fight like a girl would be a compliment.

I’m equally indignant and amused by that line. Slade doesn’t believe Oliver will be any help to him because well… he met him. If Oliver is ever captured again he could reveal Slade’s location. So, he decides to behead Oliver. It’s the nice thing to do. It won’t hurt a bit. What can I say guys? It’s Lian Yu! These are how the memories are made.

Oliver dislocates his shoulder and punches Slade in a vain attempt to defend himself. Yao Fei may be a softer judge of character, but he’s not wrong about Oliver’s survival instinct. Slade sees the fight in Oliver’s eyes and finally understands why Yao Fei sent him. They need Oliver to survive as much as he needs them. He might not be much to look at now, but Slade Wilson is just the man to harness Oliver’s will and turn him into the fighter they all need him to become.

Stray Thoughts

David Anders is like my personal Kevin Bacon. He's in everything I watch. #Arrow #TVD #Alias #OUAT

I was never all that jazzed when L*urel was the damsel in distress and I love that crap. Another clue I didn't ship it. Source: LAURELSOURCE

Do people on this show not realize you can’t touch evidence? JFC.

Twenty four arrows in the quiver. Good to know.

“It doesn’t mean I have to read the bastard his rights though.” IF YOU WANT THE CHARGES TO STICK YOU DO.

I am so confused on what type of law L*urel practices. Her firm works for a victim’s advocacy group, but she also prosecutes criminal cases. This feels like a radiologist performing heart surgery.

KC is just really bad at action scenes. It's always so awkward.

Musings of the Kiddo

Kiddo: Does he ever run out of arrows?

Me: He has extra in the car.

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Word Count: 6,341

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sister!Reader, Hailey Collins, Ben Collins, minor Season 1 Episode 2 characters

Pairings: Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader x Dean Winchester

Warnings: small angst, small fluff, normal episode two things (my brain isn’t working)

A/N: After 7 months.... it’s finally here but like it’s really bad

Masterlist

You saw Sam jump up, waking up from his sleep. You could tell he had a nightmare. You and Dean both stared at Sam, before Dean starting speeding up.

“You okay?”, Dean asked him. Sam rubbed his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”, Sam lied.

Dean nodded his head, not believing Sam.

“Another nightmare?”, you asked.

He cleared his throat and shifted his position, but never actually replied. You knew that meant yes.

“You wanna drive for a while?”, Dean asked. Yes, you were shocked when he asked. Dean didn’t even let you drive.

Sam chuckled. “In your whole life, you never once asked me that.”, Sam said.

“Yeah, same here. I wanna drive.”, you crossed your arms at Dean.

“Shut up (Y/N). And, just thought you wanted to, nevermind.”, Dean replied.

You threw yourself back, hitting the car seat. You take back about the backseat being your favorite, it started getting crammed.

“Look, man. You’re worried about me. I get it and thank you, but I’m perfectly okay.”, Sam said.

“Mhm.”, you and Dean hummed in disbelief.

Sam just sighed.

“Right, where are we?”, he asked, picking up the map.

“We are just outside of Grand Junction.”, Dean answered.

Sam sighed and folded the map.

“You know what? Maybe we shouldn’t have left Stanford so soon.”, he said gloomily, keeping his eyes on the map.

“Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica….”, you said.

“Gotta find Dad.”, Sam finished your sentence. You knew he wasn’t happy. You wouldn’t be either if you were in his position.

“Dad disappearing, and this thing showing up again after 20 years? It’s no coincidence. Dad will have answers. He’ll know what to do.”, Dean said.

“It’s weird, man.” Sam shook his head slightly.

“These coordinates he left us, the Black Water Ridge…”, Sam continued.

“What about it?”, you and Dean asked together.

“There’s nothing there. It’s just woods”, Sam said.

“Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?” Sam asked.

Good question, you thought.

You took out your phone to text your dad again.

Hey Dad, it’s (Y/N) again. I don’t know if you’re gonna see this or whatever, but I have to tell you.

Sam’s girlfriend, Jessica. The demon killed her. She’s dead. Now Sammy’s back on the road with us.

Also, these coordinates you sent us, the one you left in your journal, what is that? It’s just woods, nothing there. Are you sending us on another hunt?

Please, keep safe Dad. I wanna know that you’re okay. I’ll text you later. Stay safe.

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Dean pulled up to the ranger station for the park.

“So, Black Water is pretty remote. It’s cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place…”, you said, looking at the map.

“Dude, check out the size of this friggin bear.”, Dean interrupted you.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed, as you and Sam went to either side of Sam.

“And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It’s no nature hike, that’s for sure.”, Sam continued for you.

“You three aren’t planning to go out near Black Water Ridge by any chance?”, a ranger came behind the three of you.

“Oh no, sir. We’re environmental-study majors from U.C. Boulder - just working on a paper.”, Sam quickly lied.

You were surprised as to how quickly he responded. There’s a reason he’s the smart one in the family.

“Recycle, man.”, Dean made a fist with his hand, before chuckling softly.

“Bull.”, the man said.

Sam tensed up, looking at you and Dean.

“You’re friends with that Hailey girl, aren’t you?”, he asked.

“Yes.”, you lied, looking at your brother's.

“Yes, we are, Ranger Wilkinson.”, Dean said, reading his badge. The three of you walked to him

“Well, I’ll tell you exactly what I told her. Her brother filled a backcountry permit saying he wouldn’t be back from black water until the 24th.”, the ranger said.

You and Dean nodded your head.

“So, it’s not exactly a missing persons now, is it?”, he said.

Dean shook his head no.

“Tell that girl to quit worrying. I’m sure her brother’s just fine.”, the ranger started walking off.

“We will.”, Dean said.

“Well, that Hailey girl’s quite a pistol, huh?”, Dean smiled.

“That’s putting it mildly.”, the ranger replied.

“Actually, you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother’s return date.”, you said.

The ranger first stared at you, before handing a cop to you. You thanks him and then the three of you left. You handed it to Dean, who was grinning widely.

“What are you cruising for a hookup or something?”, Sam asked Dean. Dean stopped smiling.

“What do you mean?”, he asked.

“The coordinates point to Black Water Ridge. So what are we waiting for? Let’s just go find Dad. Why even talk to this girl?”, Sam said.

“Maybe we should know what we’re walking into before we actually walk into it?”, you replied to Sam. You and Dean gave Sam a questioning look.

“What?”, he said, annoyed.

“Since when are you all ‘Shoot first, ask questions later’?”, Dean asked.

“Since now.”, Sam said. He rolled his eyes and sat in the car.

“De, he just lost Jessica. He wants to find Dad. If he wants to be this way, we gotta let him.”, you said to Dean.

“I know, but we don’t even know what we could be getting into.”, Dean said.

“You’re right. I just don’t want Sam to end up going on his own to look for Dad.”, you sighed.

“He won’t. Let’s just go see this Hailey girl.”, he said. Then, the two of you got in the car and drove off.

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Dean knocked at the door. A woman around your age opened the door.

“You must be Hailey Collins. I’m Dean, this is (Y/N) and Sam. We’re rangers with the park service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over.”, Dean said when she opened the door.

“We wanted to ask you some questions about your brother Tommy.”, you said.

She was silent for a minute before asking us to show her some I.D.

Dean took out his fake badge. She looked at it briefly, then let us in.

“That yours?”, she asked, looking at Baby.

“Yeah.”, Dean smiled.

“Nice car.”, she replied.

“And it begins..”, you murmured to yourself.

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“So, if Tommy’s not due back for a while, how do you know something’s wrong?”, Sam asked.

“He checks in every day by cell.”, Hailey said, carrying two big bowls to the table, where her younger brother sat.

“He emails photos, stupid little videos, but we haven’t heard anything in over three days now.”, she continued.

“Well, maybe he can’t get cell reception.”, you suggested.

“He’s got a satellite phone too.”, Hailey shook her head.

“Could it be he’s having fun and forgot to check in?”, Dean asked.

“He wouldn’t do that.”, the younger boy, Ben said, giving Dean a glare.

“Our parents are gone. It’s just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other.”, Hailey said.

Up until now, you didn’t realize how similar you were to Hailey. You, the only sister, two brothers, and you took care of them for everything.

“Can I see the pictures he sent you?”, Sam interrupted your thoughts.

“Yeah.”, Hailey said, walking to get her laptop.

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“That’s Tommy.”, she opened up her laptop and showed us the videos.

“This is his last message.”, Hailey said, opening the video.

You and Sam squinted at the laptop, there was something moving in the background.

“Well, we’ll help you find your brother. We’re heading out to Black Water Ridge first thing.”, Dean said.

“Then maybe I’ll see you there.”, Hailey said as she walked away.

You saw Sam and Dean give her a look, and you rolled your eyes. You’d do the same if Sam or Dean ever went missing.

“Look, I can’t sit around here, so I hired a guide. I’m heading out in the morning, and I’ll find Tommy myself.”, she said.

“I think I know how you feel.”, you said to her.

“Hey, do you mind forwarding these to me?”, Sam asked.

“Sure.”, she replied.

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“So, Black Water Ridge doesn’t get a lot of traffic, local campers mostly, but still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found.”, Sam said. He opened up John’s journal.

“Any before that?”, Dean asked.

“Yeah, in 1982, eight different people vanished in the same year. Authorities say it was a grizzly attack.”, Sam started, showing you and Dean the news article.

“And again in 1959, and before that in 1936. Every 23 years, like clockwork.”, Sam said, opening his laptop.

“I coulda swore I saw something moving in it.”, you said, squinting at the image.

“Bingo.”, Sam slowed the video, showing it to you and Dean frame by frame.

“Do it again.”, Dean said.

“That’s three frames, it’s a fraction of a second.”, you pointed out.

“Yeah, whatever that thing is, it can move.”, Sam said.

“I told you something weird was going on here.”, Dean smacked Sam’s chest.

“You mean, I did.”, you rolled your eyes at Dean.

“Shh, it’s okay, details don’t matter.”, Dean said to you.

“Shut up.”, you shoved him a bit.

“Ow!”, he exclaimed.

“You baby.” you laughed.

“Anyways, I got one more thing.”, Sam said, closing his laptop.

“In ‘59, one camper survived the supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid, barely crawled out of the woods alive.”, he said.

“Is there a name?”

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“Look, rangers, I don’t know why you’re asking me about this. It’s public record, I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a --”, the man started.

“Grizzly? That’s what attacked them?”, Sam asked.

The man took his cigar out of his mouth and nodded.

“The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?”, Dean asked.

“What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?”, you asked.

“If we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it.”, Dean said, motioning to you and Sam.

“I seriously doubt that.”, the man said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth as he sat down

“Anyways, I don’t see what difference it would make. You wouldn’t believe me. Nobody ever did.”, he finished, taking a glass of whiskey.

“Mr. Shaw, what did you see?”, you asked, sitting at the edge of his bed, next to him.

“Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well.”, he started. You looked back at Sam and Dean

“I heard it, though. A roar… like no man or animal I’ve ever heard.”, he shook his head.

“It came at night?”, Sam wondered.

Mr. Shaw nodded his head. You could see his eyes watering. It must’ve been terrible. You know what it’s like to watch as you lose your parents.

“Got inside your tent?”, Sam asked him again.

“It got inside our cabin.”, you looked at him questionably.

“I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn’t smash a window or break the door.” he paused.

“It unlocked it.”, you frowned, thinking about his words. Somehow, this creature seemed familiar to you, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Do you know of a bear that could do something like that?”, you looked to your brothers.

“I didn’t even wake up until I heard my parents screaming,” he said, looking disappointed.

“It killed them?”, Sam asked.

“Dragged them off into the night.”, he replied.

He shook his head. “Why it left me alive, I’ve been asking myself that ever since.”, he said.

You exhaled, looking down.

“It did leave me this, though.”, he pulled a shoulder off fro his shirt, showing the three of you an enormous claw mark.

He slowly nodded his head.

“There’s something evil in those woods.”

You shared a look with your brothers.

“It was some sort of a demon.”

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The three of you walked out of the room.

“Spirits and demons don’t have to unlock doors if they want inside. They just go through walls.”, Dean started.

“Yeah, and they don’t leave giant claw marks. I swear, I know what it is…”, you groaned, trying to think.

“So it’s something else, something corporeal.”, Sam said.

“Corporeal? Excuse me, professor.”, Dean replied sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes. They gave you a headache sometimes.

“Shut up.”, you and Sam said.

“So, what do you think?”, Sam asked you.

“Well, the claws, the speed that it moves, it could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog.”, Dean suggested.

“No, skinwalkers hide in underground tunnels, not in the woods. There’s no abandoned factory or anything there.”, you pointed out.

“Well miss smart ass, do you have anything better?”, Dean sassed.

You rolled your eyes again.

“No, I don’t. I’m just ruling out your stupidity, Dean.”, you replied.

“ Whatever we’re talking about, we’re talking about a creature, and it’s corporeal, which means we can kill it.”, Dean ignored your response.

“Oh look at Dean! Using big boy words! I didn’t know you knew what that meant!”, you said enthusiastically.

Sam held in a chuckle as the three of you left the building.

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You opened the trunk of the Impala. After making sure no one was around, you opened up the compartment and started placing all weapons into your bag. Dean leaned against the Impala next to you.

“We gotta talk.”, he whispered, so Sam wouldn’t hear.

“No, we don’t.”, you replied, as you kept packing.

“We haven’t had any time since Sam came back. How did you know that Jess died?”, he asked.

“I don’t know, De. I got a headache and I saw it happen.”, you replied, as you continued gathering weapons.

“Okay, well has it ever happened before?”

“No.”

“Will it happen again?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know, Dean.”, you exclaimed.

“I don’t know what happened, okay? So stop asking me, it’s annoying.”, you said.

“Fine.”, was all he replied.

Sam came to the two of you.

“We cannot let that Hailey girl go out there.”, he said, as he started helping you by packing another bag with weapons.

“Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? She can’t go into the woods because of a big, scary monster?”, Dean replied.

“Yeah.”, Sam replied.

“Her brother’s missing, Sammy. She’s not just gonna sit this out.”, you said to Sam.

“We’ll go with her and protect her and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend.”, Dean said as you finished packing.

“So finding Dad’s not enough?”, Sam slammed the trunk closed.

“Now we gotta babysit too?”, he said.

You shared a look with Dean.

“What?”, Sam spat.

“Nothing.”, you replied before Dean could say anything.

You threw the bag to Sam before pulling Dean away.

“Don’t say anything. He’s hurting, Dean. His girlfriend just died.”, you whispered.

Dean scoffed before the two of you got into the Impala.

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Dad, it’s me again. I’m getting more and more worried. Sammy’s different. I can tell he’s hurting. You sent us a hunt. But what is it? We’ve fought it before, I know we have. It’s on the tip of my tongue.

Just please tell me you’re safe? I miss you. I’ll talk to you soon, hopefully.

You sent John a few more texts before looking up as Dean pulled into the campsite. Standing there was Hailey, Ben, and another man, probably the one she hired to take them through the woods.

“You guys got room for two more?!”, Dean exclaimed, closing the door for the Impala.

You scrunched your face, looking at him.

“What? You’re tiny, you don’t count.”, he said.

“Yeah, and you’re a jackass, and yet you still count.”, you said.

“You want to come with us?”, Hailey asked, in disbelief.

“Who are these people?”, the man asked.

“Apparently, this is all the park service could muster up.”, Hailey said, looking back to the man.

“You’re rangers?”, he asked, looking at you, in disbelief.

You rolled your eyes.

“Yes, we are.”, you replied.

“And you’re hiking out in biking boots and jeans?”, she asked.

“Well, sweetheart, I don’t do shorts.” Dean shook his head, before the two of you walked, catching up to Sam.

“Oh, you think this is funny? It’s dangerous backcountry out there. Her brother might be hurt.”, the man said.

“Believe me, I know how dangerous it can be.”, Dean replied, with a small smirk.

“We just wanna help them find their brother, that’s all.”, you said.

The man let out a loud sigh as you started walking away.

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You heard a Dean start a conversation with Roy, as you started one with Sam.

“Sammy?”, you said softly, not wanting anyone else to hear.

“Yeah.”, he replied.

“Just know, I love you, brother. I care about you, and you know you can always talk to me,” you said.

“(Y/N), I’m fine.”, before Sam could say anything else, you saw Roy pull Dean back.

You and Sam quickly walked up to Dean.

“Whatcha doin’, Roy?”, Dean asked.

He bent over to pick up a stick, before revealing a bear trap.

“You should watch where you’re stepping, Ranger.”, Roy said, as he walked away.

Dean chuckled lightly.

“It’s a bear trap.”, he said, following behind Roy.

“Sammy.”, you said.

“(Y/N), I said I’m fine. Leave me alone.”, he said, before walking ahead of you.

You sighed, as you continued walking.

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“This is it, Black Water Ridge.”, Roy said.

“What coordinates are we at?”, Sam asked, looking around.

“35 and minus 111”, Roy replied.

The location Dad sent, you thought.

You noticed you couldn’t hear anything.

You walked to Dean and Sammy.

“No noise.”, you said.

“I’m gonna go take a look around.”, Roy said.

“You shouldn’t go off by yourself.”, Sam said.

Roy laughed sarcastically.

“That’s sweet. Don’t worry about me.”, he said.

“Everybody stays together.”, you said.

“K, let’s go.”, Dean said before all five of you went off once more.

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“Hailey! Over here!”, you heard Roy call.

The five of you ran to Roy, as your eyes went wide.

“Oh my god.” Hailey gasped.

“Looks like a grizzly,” Roy suggested.

You looked at the torn down campsite, examining around, looking at the ripped sheets as their items lay scattered on the floor. As you walked more, you saw spilled blood.

I know what this is! What is it (Y/N), think!

“Tommy?”, Hailey said as she unbuckled her bag.

“Tommy!”, she called again, looking around.

“Shh!”, Sam shushed her.

“Why?”, she asked.

“Something might still be out there.”, Sam replied, looking carefully.

You noticed some dents on the ground like something had been dragged.

“Sammy, De.”, you called to them, squatting down

“The bodies were dragged from the campsite.”, you pointed out.

“But here, the track just vanished.”, Dean noticed.

“It’s weird.”

“I tell you what, it’s no skinwalker or black dog.” you stood up, looking around.

The three of you walked back to the campsite.

Hailey was holding up a broken, bloodied satellite phone as her eyes watered.

“Hey, he could still be alive.”, Dean said.

“Help!”, you heard a voice scream, causing you to jump.

“Please! Somebody help me!” the voice screamed.

Dean and Roy pulled out their guns as the six of you started running towards it.

You stopped, looking around. There was no sign of anyone being hurt.

“It seemed like it was coming fro here, didn’t it?”, Hailey asked, looking around.

“Everybody back to camp.”, Sam said, as we started running back.

You ran, stopping at the campsite.

“Crap!”, you exclaimed, all of your belongings were gone.

“Our packs!”, Hailey exclaimed.

“So much for my GPS and Satellite phone.”, Roy sighed.

“What the hell’s going on?”, Hailey said, annoyed.

“It’s smart. It wants to cut us off so we can’t call for help.”, you said, looking around.

“You mean someone. Some nutjob out there stole all our gear”, Roy corrected.

Your eyes went wide.

“Sammy, De. I need to speak with you... in private.”, you walked to them.

The three of you walked away from them.

“Okay, give me Dad’s journal.”, you said, looking at Dean.

“I thought you had it.”, he said.

“De, shut up and give it to me.”, you rolled your eyes.

He smirked, handing it to you. You snatched it from him.

“Oof, manners (Y/N).”, he said.

“Oh blech.”, you stuck your tongue out.

“Yeah, real mature.”, Sam sighed.

You opened the journal, flipping through the pages, stopping at the Wendigo page.

“All right.”, you started.

“Check it out.”, you showed them.

“Oh come on, Wendigos are in the Minnesota woods o-or Northern Michigan. I’ve never even heard on one this far west.”, Dean said, looking in disbelief.

“Okay…. well, think about it, Dean. The claws, the way it can mimic a human voice.”, Sam pointed out.

Dean sighed.

“Great. Well then this is useless.”, he motioned his gun.

“Yup.”, you gave the journal back to Dean as you walked back.

“We gotta get these people to safety.”, you said to them.

-----

“All right, listen up, it’s time to go.”, Sam called

“Things have gotten more complicated.”, you explained.

“What?!”, Hailey exclaimed.

“Whatever’s out there, I think I can handle it.”, Roy said.

“ That’s not what I’m worried about. If you shoot this thing, you’re just gonna make it mad. We have to leave, now”, you said, looking at Roy.

He looked at you, giving you a confused look.

“One, you’re talking nonsense, two, you’re in no position to give anybody orders.”, Roy barked at you.

You clenched your jaw and tightly made a fist, resisting every urge to punch him.

“Relax.”, Dean said to Roy, knowing you would probably kill him.

“We shouldn’t have let you come out here in the first place, all right?”, Sam said.

“We’re trying to save your asses.”, you finished.

“You? Protect us? I was hunting in these woods when your Mommy was kissing you goodnight.”, Roy said, nearing Sam.

Your entire body tensed up, as you held your anger, as he bought up Mary.

“It’s a damn near perfect hunter. It’s smarter than you, but then again, it’s not that hard to be.”, Sam said, glaring at Roy.

“And it’s gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid, sorry ass out of here.”, Sam said.

Roy sarcastically laughed in his face.

“You know you’re crazy, right?”, he said.

“Yeah?! You ever hunt a W-”, Sam started, as you stopped him

“Whoa, whoa whoa. Chill out.”, you pushed him away from Roy.

“Stop! Everybody stop it.”, Hailey said, stepping in front of Roy.

“Look, Tommy might still be alive. And I’m not leaving here without him.”, she said.

“It’s getting late.” Dean started.

“This thing is a good hunter during the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We’ll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves.” , Dean finished.

“How?”

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It was night, dark now. You and Dean were finishing up putting the protection sigils. Sam started a fire.

You massaged your head.

“So, another headache?”, Dean asked.

“I’m fine,” you replied, not looking at Dean.

“Sure you are. You’ve been getting more and more lately, I can tell. The worst one was with Sammy, yeah?” he said.

“Dean, what do you want me to say? If you’re trying to ask me what’s going on, I don’t know. Now, can we please focus on the hunt or on Sammy? He’s about to blow his top.”, you sighed.

“Fine, but this isn’t over.”

The two of you finished as you stood up, walking to the other side.

“One more time, that’s…..” Hailey asked.

“Anasazi symbols… they’re for protection.”, you answered.

“The Wendigo can’t cross over them.”, Dean finished.

Roy laughed, it was obvious he didn’t agree with you guys.

“Nobody liked a skeptic, Roy.”, you glared at him.

Before you could say anything else, you looked at Sam, sitting by himself in the corner. You and Dean walked over to him.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on in that freaky head of yours?”, Dean asked him.

“Stop being rude.”, you rolled your eyes at him.

“What’s up?”, you asked.

“Guys….”, he started.

“No, you’re not fine. You’re like a-a powder keg, that’s not like you. Dean’s supposed to be the belligerent one, remember.”, you laughed slightly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”, Dean glared.

You gave Dean a look before turning back to Sam.

“Dad’s not here.”, he said.

“I mean, that much we know for sure, right?” Sam sighed.

“He would’ve left us a message, a sign, right?”, he continued.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. To tell you the truth, I don’t think Dad’s ever been to Lost Creek”, Dean said.

“Okay, look, you’re right, Dad’s not here, but maybe he knew about this hunt and sent us here to help.”, you suggested.

“Then let’s get these people back to town, and let’s hit the road, let’s go find Dad. I mean, why are we still here?”, Sam grunted as if he ignored everything you just said.

“This is why, this book. This is Dad’s most single, valuable possession. Everything he knows about every evil is in here. And he’s passed it on to us.”, you said, squatting down in front of Sam. Dean came next to you.

“He wants us to pick off where he left off, you know, saving people, hunting things. The family business.”, Dean finished your thought. You and Dean were good at this, the two of you always used to talk to Sammy like this when he was upset, even though this time was different.

“That makes no sense, w-why wouldn’t he just call us? Why doesn’t he tell us what he wants, where he is?”, Sam started swinging back and forth slightly.

“I don’t know. But how I see it, Dad gave us a job, and we need to finish it.”, you said.

“Guys, no. I gotta find Dad. I gotta find Jessica’s killer.”, he said, his eyes watering slightly.

He paused for a moment.

“It’s the only thing I can think about.”, he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Okay, Sammy, we will find them, and we will make them pay, I promise you.” you said.

His eyes watered more.

“But, you gotta prepare yourself, I mean, this search could take a while. And all that anger, you can’t keep burning it over the long haul. It’s gonna kill you. You gotta have patience.”, you said, stroking his cheek slightly.

“How do you guys do it? How does Dad do it?”, he asked, letting out a small chuckle.

“Honestly, it took me a while. I used to cry every hunt, I couldn’t deal with it. But, look at them.”, you motioned to Hailey and her brother.

“I mean, I figure our family’s screwed, maybe we can help others. It makes things a little more bearable. And I’ll tell you what else helps, us, our family, Dean, you.”, you said, giving Sam a small smile.

He smiled slightly to you.

“Help!”, you heard a man cry from the woods. The three of you quickly jumped up. You grabbed your guns, getting ready to shoot. Sam pointed the flashlight around.

“Help!”, there was another shriek.

“It’s trying to draw us out. Just stay cool. Stay put.” you felt your headache come back as you shut your eyes.

“Inside the magic circle?”, Roy sassed.

The pain was banging on your head, as you tried to ignore, opening your eyes, looking around

“Help!” you heard another cry. There was another growl.

“Okay, that’s no grizzly.”, Dean said, trying to look out in the distance.

“It’s okay, we’ll be alright, I promise.”, you heard Hailey say.

The growling neared, as your headache became worse.

“God.”, you groaned, dropping your gun, clutching your head.

“(Y/N)?”, Dean asked, slightly worried.

“What’s wrong?”, Sam asked.

“I-I’m fine… just focus on the Wendigo…”, you groaned.

There were a few gunshots until you heard Roy yell.

“I hit it!”, he exclaimed.

You fell on your knees, holding your head, trying not to scream out.

“(Y/N)?!”, Dean looked to you.

Roy ran out of the circle.

“Roy! Come back! Roy!”, Dean yelled.

You finally saw it, another vision. Roy was killed.

“D-Dean, he’s gonna die.”, you exclaimed.

“Damn it. Sammy, stay here with (Y/N).” Dean ran after Roy.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)?”, Sam called. You gripped his hand tightly as the pain started going away. You exhaled sharply.

“I’m okay, let’s go to Dean.”, you said, quickly standing up and running to Dean.

“He’s gone.”, Dean said.

“Dammit.”

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You sat next to Sam, putting your back against a tree stump, while Dean was talking with Hailey.

“What happened to you? Last night?”, he asked, breaking the silence.

“It’s long and confusing, don’t worry about it.”, you said.

“Really? Weren’t you the one telling me to be more open last night? Can’t follow your own rules?”, he raised his eyebrow.

You scoffed.

“Alright, college, don’t get smart with me. It’s not a conversation for now.”, you crossed your arms.

“Fine.” he stood up, reaching an arm out to you.

You grabbed it as he pulled you up, walking to Dean and Hailey.

“Okay, well, we’ve got a better chance in the daylight, and I, for one, wanna kill that evil son of a bitch.”, Sam said.

“Well hell, you know I’m in.”, Dean smirked.

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“Wendigo is a Cree Indian word. It means “Evil that devours” They’re hundreds of years old.”, Sam started, explaining to Hailey and Ben.

“Each one was a man, sometimes an Indian, other times a miner, a frontiersman, or hunter.” Dean continued.

“How’d a man turn into that thing?”, Hailey asked.

“Well, it’s always the same, during some harsh winter, a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help, becomes a cannibal to survive, and ate other members of his tribe or camp.”, you said.

“Like the Donner party,” Ben said.

“That’s right. Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities, speed, strength, immortality.”, Sam said.

“If you eat enough of it, over time, over years, you become this less than human thing. You’re always hungry.”, you continued.

“So, if that’s true, how can Tommy still be alive?”, Hailey asked, looking worried.

You looked to Sam and Dean.

“You’re not gonna like it….”, you said.

“Tell me,” she replied.

“More than anything, a Wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time. When it’s awake, it keeps its victims alive. It stores them so it can feed whenever it wants.” Dean said.

You felt pity for Hailey and Ben, you couldn’t imagine losing Dean like that, especially having no idea what to do.

“It’s keeping him somewhere dark, safe, and hidden. And we gotta track it back there,”, Dean said.

“And then how do we stop it?”

“Well, guns are useless, so are knives”, you started.

“Basically, we gotta torch the sucker”, Dean held up a small red canister, and an empty bottle of whiskey, giving a smirk.

---------

“Dean.”, Sam called the two of you as you were walking.

“What is it?”, you started noticing the bloody scratches on the trees.

“You know, I was thinking that those claw prints, so clear and distinct. They’re” Sam started.

“Too easy to follow.”, you finished.

You heard a growl come from the woods. You could’ve sworn your heart stopped. The three of you looked quickly in every direction, trying to spot the wendigo.

You heard Hailey scream, before running, and falling to the side. The three of you ran, as Roy’s body fell from the trees above.

“Oh my god…”, you froze, looking at the body. It was exactly how you saw it before. How you saw it in your vision.

“(Y/N), we need to go. Now! Run!”, Dean helped Hailey up as Sam grabbed your hand, pulling you with him as the growling intensified.

The group of you ran, and ran fast, getting back to the protection sigils. You spotted Ben fall from the corner of your eye. You and Sam, quickly turned back, getting Ben. You looked forward, Dean and Hailey were already much farther ahead of you three.

You heard Hailey’s screams echo through the woods.

“Hailey!”,Ben yelled, running. But they were gone. You picked up Dean’s broken whiskey bottle from the ground. You showed Sam.

The three of you were breathing heavily before you yelled out.

“Dean!”

----

“If it keeps its victims alive, then why’d it kill Roy?”, Ben asked.

“Honestly? I think cuz Roy shot it and pissed it off.”, Sam answered.

Ben ran to the side, noticing something on the ground.

“They went this way.”, he handed Sam a piece of candy.

“It’s better than bread crumbs.” Sam chuckled softly, showing you the M&M.

“Of course.”

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You followed the pieces until you saw an abandoned mine of some sort. YOu looked to Sam, who shrugged before walking in.

You turned on a flashlight, pointing the way the three of you were walking. You heard a small growl. The three of you ran and his against a wall.

After making sure the Wendigo passed, you continued walking, stopping at a point.

What the hell was that noise? You wondered to yourself.

Then you realized. “Oh shit.”, you whispered as the ground broke. The three of you fell through the floor. You groaned, getting up.

You heard a whimper come from Ben’s mouth.

“Shh, it’s okay.”, you said, helping him up. He landed on a pile of bones, human bones.

“Sammy.” your eyes went wide, spotting Dean and Hailey in the corner, tied from the ceiling.

“Dean.”, you ran to him.

“Hailey, wake up.” you heard Ben say.

“Dean, are you okay?”, you asked.

“Ugh, yeah.”, he replied.

“Sammy help me get Dean down.” you said quietly.

“You know you could’ve done it yourself if you weren’t so damn short.”, he panted.

“Shut up. Now’s not the time.”, Sam cut the ropes, as Dean fell slightly. You untied the rope from his hands while Sam cut Hailey’s rope.

Dean let out a grunt as he fell.

“You sure you’re okay?” you asked him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Where is it?”, he asked you, breathing heavily.

“Gone for now,” you replied.

You saw Hailey get up, walking away. In an instant, she let out a cry. You looked, seeing her brother, Tommy hanging. He must be dead.

“T-Tommy.” she cried.

He gasped for air, opening his eyes.

“Cut him down,” she said.

“Check it out.”, Dean called to you guys.

“Flare guns.”, he smiled cheekily.

“Oh yes!”, you exclaimed.

“Those’ll work.”

Hailey and Ben held Tommy up, helping him walk, while you looked around as the group of you started walking.

You heard a low growl.

“Looks like someone’s home for supper.”, Dean said.

“Thinking what I’m thinking?”, Dean said to you and Sam.

You nodded.

“You three, stay with Sam and (Y/N).” Dean said, starting to walk off.

“Where are you going?”, Hailey asked him.

He winked before running off. You looked to the left, making sure it was safe.

“C’mon! Hurry it up!”, you said to them.

You led them through a small path, leading them to outside the mine.

“Stay with them, Sammy. Get them out of here,” you told him.

“Wait, (Y/N)” he started.

“Listen to your big sister!”, you said, shoving him away slightly. He paused for a second before running off with the rest of them.

You pointed the gun out, being alert. You ran further in the mine, breathing heavily.

“C’mon, c’mon.” you said quietly, getting your gun ready. You leaned against a rock. You turned your head, seeing an ugly, distorted figure next to you.

You pointed your gun at it, shooting, but missed. You ran to the side.

“(Y/N)!”, you heard Sam’s voice echo.

“Run! Run!”, you yelled, running to then.

You ended up in a corner, trapped.

“Behind us.”, Sam said to the three of them.

You saw the Wendigo, cornering the five of you.

“Hey! Ugly!”, Dean yelled, making the Wendigo turn away. He shot it in the stomach, killing it.

You closed your eyes, exhaling shakily.

------

The ambulance came for Tommy. Sam and Ben were talking with the police, Dean was talking with Hailey, while you leaned against the Impala, writing in your book.

“What’s that?” Ben asked, walking next to you.

“It’s a book I carry with me, a list of people that we’ve saved,” you explained.

Hailey, Tommy, and Ben Collins you wrote.

“It’s a big book,” he said.

“I know.” you smiled.

You walked to Sam, Dean, and Hailey.

“I hope you find your father,” Hailey said to Dean.

“Thanks, Sam. Thanks (Y/N).”, Hailey and Ben said to you before walking off.

“Man, I hate camping,” Dean said.

“Me too.” Sam agreed.

“It wasn’t that bad.” you shrugged, before getting a look from Sam and Dean.

“Sam, you know we’re gonna find Dad, right?”, Dean said.

Sam sighed before shaking his head.

“Yeah, I know. But in the meantime… I’m driving.” he said to Dean.

“Good luck with that.” you snickered.

Dean threw him the keys.

“You’re joking.”, you exclaimed, crossing your arms.

Sam laughed, walking to the Driver’s seat.

“You never let me drive!”, you said in disbelief.

“That’s because every time you drive, you either hurt Baby or you hit me,” he replied.

“That was one time!” you said.

“Yeah, one time too many,” Dean said, raising his eyebrow.

“If you can reach the keys you can drive.”, Sam held the keys above his head.

“I hate you guys,” you replied, getting into the backseat.

“No, you don’t,”

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Teen Wolf Rewrites, Fix-Its & Canon Divergence

Have you seen the TV series and found the characters treated badly? Maybe you have and maybe you haven’t and I fall into the latter category but I will always enjoy people’s take on our favourite characters~

P. S. Can you see how the recs just starts to deviate from my original intention?

Gif made by me using Pixel Studio, inspired by the fic Tattoo

The Dolorous Stroke by Escalus wc: 81525, ch: 20/20

Stiles and the younger members of the pack are in the middle of their junior year. Things are quiet; there's finally a chance to be happy. There's a chance for them to be teenagers and maybe even pursue love. But everything is about to erupt once again as buried secrets come to the surface, the Alpha Pack finally makes its move, and the guilty will be brought face-to-face with their crimes.

Oh, and after disappearing for more than a year, Scott McCall has returned to Beacon Hills.

This is a rewrite of the first half of season three with the idea that Stiles was bitten in Wolf Moon instead of Scott.

Losing Control by KhaSterek, sisforsterek wc: 35207, ch: 10/10

Sterek-centric retelling of Teen Wolf, with a few changes to a few characters, and how that changes the canon version of events.

"Are you ashamed of what you are?" The wolf says, already getting up from his place on the couch beside Stiles.

"Of course not!" He says. Because he really, really isn't. It's the only thing connecting him with his mother, and he could never be ashamed of that.

"What then?" Derek asks, angrily.

“I want so badly not to have to hide who I really am, Derek, what I really am, but it’s out of my hands,” Stiles says, feeling his eyes sting from unshed tears.

Stop There, and Let Me Correct It by Livinginfictions wc: 28284, ch: 6/13

When Stiles' late night stroll with his best friend ends in said friend being turned in a howling creature of the night, he does his best to cope with his now batshit crazy life. - The first in a series of episode by episode rewrites of Teen Wolf from Stiles' perspective, including missing scenes as I imagine they might've been, and a few dialogue changes. Canon compliant for Season 1, but later seasons will be Canon Divergent.

Hear The Wheels As They Roll by crossroadswrite wc: 44919, ch: 2/2

“You can’t be here. This is private property,” someone calls out and for some reason that voice sounds painfully familiar.

When it hits him why, Stiles almost chokes with the realization, “Derek Hale,” he says, unbelievably happy because he remembers Derek when they were young.

Derek looks grumpier, sadder, angrier. Stiles can’t really fault him for that. He also looks surprised that Stiles knows who he is. He squint/glares suspiciously at him, his nostrils flare for a second before he widens his eyes almost dramatically.

“Stiles,” he says quietly, like he can’t really believe it.

Stiles beams, “Yeah, you remember me!”

I Was A Teenage Werewolf by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) wc: 419518, ch: 46/50

Stiles just knows he's going to get lost in the woods. There must be a Laura Palmer reference in there somewhere.

A fork in the road retelling of Teen Wolf where Stiles is the one to get bitten.

Mockingbird Smile by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) wc: 3554, ch: 1/1

Kate has come to Beacon Hills to seduce Derek Hale and kill the Hale pack.

Maybe she should have done some more research first.

(First in a series)

(I can’t gush enough about this particular writer!! Her AUs are awesome!!)

A Christmas Miracle by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) wc: 5052, ch: 1/1

Scott needs to get his pack beyond the border and away from the Hunters that are wiping out all supernatural creatures, but while he's trying he runs into an unexpected old friend.

(First in a series)

My Blood Approves by churkey wc: 7188, works: 2

Life of Stiles Stilinski, autistic werewolf.

Your Darkness Will Be Rewritten by Omni wc: 11460, ch: 1/1

Stiles is no guardian angel. In fact, as an incubus, he's pretty far from it. But still, it seems he's always there at the right place and the right time to be the protector that Derek didn't even know he needed.

(An alternate timeline where Stiles prevents the Hale fire, and returns to Beacon Hills years later when someone's performing three-fold ritualistic killings.)

A Jump To The Left by GracieBirdie wc: 4283, ch: 1/1

Older grouchy broken Stiles somehow ended up with younger sassy actual ray of sunshine Derek.

It Started With a Game by nightlight9 wc: 2803, ch: 1/1

It’s one thing to have Stiles as his anchor. It’s another thing entirely to realize that he’s in love with his best friend. His best friend who happens to be three years younger than him and, oh god, John is going to have him arrested. He won’t be able to become a cop because he’ll be behind bars.

Tattoo by littlefrog1025 wc: 5675, ch:1/1

Sterek fix-it fic of Teen Wolf Season 3 Episode 1: Tattoo

Stop Crossing Oceans by green-leaf (greenleaf) wc: 11654, ch:1/1

“There are no absolutes, Scott! No hard rights or hard wrongs! The world doesn’t fucking work that way and we can’t afford to think like that, because people are going to die! We signed up for that the moment we got involved with all this!”

“We? We?” Scott hisses. “Don’t you think you? Don’t forget that you’re the one who dragged us into that forest the night it all started, Stiles. So if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours.”

Something inside Stiles cracks, so strong and so deep that he practically hears it.

The One You Choose by Livinginfictions wc: 13440, ch:1/1

Stiles hadn’t seen Scott in over a week, except for glances he caught during school hours.

No one called, until someone did. by queen_of_OTPs wc: 4419, ch: 1/1

Stiles found that he hadn’t spoken more than necessary since August. Gone were the rambling rants, extravagant gestures, and range of vocal tones. Monotone sentences that were cut with sharp edges, words like knives and tone like venom.

No one had called.

(Gift for stereksau on tumblr for the Summer Sterek Exchange 2017)

Multidisciplinary Studies by DevilDoll wc: 51348, ch: 7/7

Stiles is a slightly-older-and-very-sexy librarian and Derek has a thirst for knowledge.

Laura is Badass by hoars wc: 5079, ch: 1/1

Laura's not expecting two teenage boys to burst into the bakery, brandishing lacrosse sticks yelling about “Kidnap!” and “Pedobears!” and “Sex slaves are illegal!”

She’s flabbergasted.

“Cupcake?” Derek offers.

age: a sum of years and experiences by hoars wc: 11285, ch: 1/1

Dear Jeff Davis,

When you grow up reading Tamora Pierce, large age gaps do not make you hesitate when it comes to your OTP.

Sincerely,

hoars

Big Bad Wolf by Nival_Vixen wc: 11758, ch: 9/9

Stiles knows that someone needs and trusts him, and it's not his father or Scott - it's Derek.

After he discovers that Kate's kidnapped Derek, Stiles tracks him down, and with the help of the pack, Stiles gets his big bad wolf back.

set your flag on fire by Siria wc: 35840, ch: 1/1

"Things have been getting progressively weirder since you two left," Stiles told Cora and Derek. "Like, weird even for Beacon Hills."

(Canon divergent from mid-season 3).

The Stilinski Pack by Siria wc: 5668, ch: 1/1

"You mean we're going to be bros and we're going to be bros?" Scott said. His smile grew impossibly wider. "This is the best news ever!"

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dotthings · 4 years

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After 15.07 ended I had to sit there crying for about ten minutes, marinating in my Dean feelings. So that’s how things are going here.

[[MORE]]

Dean sure is drinking a lot. Oh sweetie. Sure he’s fine. He’s just fine. Perfectly fine. It’s not just Cas weighing on him but Cas is gone yet still out there. But away from him, and he’s feeling alienated from Cas, and Dean’s got this existential crisis about the meaning of his whole life, and he’s just not fine.

Domestic Sam and Eileen cooking together in the bunker kitchen and acting like they’ve been married for 15 years or so I CAN’T EVEN. Those moments of domesticity are important to give this story texture. It’s never going to be all about cooking in the bunker kitchen being adorable but these are complex characters with layers and whole lives and soft marshmallow centers underneath their harsh, monster-hunting shells and I LOVE IT.

Dean likes Eileen (and she made bacon, thus winning a thousand points) and the only point during these scenes Dean showed really any lightening of his burdens was seeing Sam and Eileen together and teasing Sam about her. He just wants Sam to be happy, and Sam is worried about Dean, and oh my heart *squishes them*. “That’s progress, right?” Sam tells Eileen all hopeful, because Dean went out on a hunt. Oh Sam, honey, Sam you know better than that but you want Dean to be okay as much as Dean is posturing to be okay so you’re trying to roll with it. Dean fleeing from his life into a hunt isn’t really a good sign though.

When Dean finds Lee, it’s the first time all season we’ve seen him all the way through happy. I’m not sure I’ve seen Dean look that kind of happy well...ever. My heart is SHATTERING HERE. It’s like this is the Dean that could be, if circumstances had been less brutal, if the monsters, and heaven, and hell, and God himself, had been less brutal, if his mom hadn’t died when he was four, if John had been well...not the way John was to him, and even with all that, the capability is still in Dean, that sense of joy in being alive, in being open.

This ep is kind of underscoring how important different kinds of relationships are. No matter how much I love the relationships of Team Free Will, none of them can be all the things for each other, even if it’s three instead of just two. Eileen and Sam’s rapport shows it in this ep and Dean’s rapport with Lee shows it. It doesn’t mean Cas and Sam are less important to Dean. And I think Dean and Cas really belong together and are suited, if they can climb over being their own worst enemies, and Sam and Dean are Sam and Dean, but Dean and Lee have their own thing too and it BREAKING MY HEART SEEING THIS.

Oooh Eileen makes her move and Sam seems interested and—-LOLOLOL Cas cockblocks Saileen.

Sam is so damn pissy about Cas not getting back to him I am loving it.

“Yeah, I got better.” This should be a crest on a stone shield over the bunker door at this point, everyone in it died at one point or another...but then they got better.

Cas IMMEDIATELY demanding “Where’s Dean?”

He’s so put out that Dean isn’t there akdlfjkl;asjg;lahf even though Cas doesn’t want to talk to him right now. WHERE’S DEAN. The song of the Castiel.

Dean assuming that Lee probably died after they lost touch because “I mean that’s how this usually ends” is the most hunter most sad thing ever.

But no he didn’t die, he retired and bought a bar, he’s living Dean’s Rocky’s Bar dream and everything hurts.

So Eileen realizes that whatever Sergei is planning to do about Sam’s God bullet wound is a bad idea, while Sam and Cas jump right in because they just want to get Chuck and of course it goes badly. This is peak Team Free Will dumbassery. Eileen is such a reasonable, sensible voice here but it doesn’t stop them.

Cas finally calls Dean on purpose because Sam is hurt, I mean nothing brings bickering husbands together like mutual worry over one of their kids. Also Cas is so distressed about Sam, maybe he wants Dean there, it’s almost not quite a flip on Dean praying to Cas needing Cas there personally when he’s scared for Sam.

“If you don’t help me tonight I will find you and burn you alive.” Fierce Cas protecting Sam. I’m all tingly.

So Dean asks Lee “who’s going to kill the bad guys”

“Somebody else” says Lee.

At first, Lee’s ideas about retirement sound like not a completely terrible idea, there is more to life than hunting, and maybe Dean should have the chance to explore that. Oh and it sounds like this friendship with Lee was something Dean had while Sam was an Stanford and I have so many thoughts on that, those years are left unfilled in by canon, we can only surmise and piece together. The idea that Dean was fully lonely the entire time, completely lost without his brother...maybe not so much. Much as it was also hard on Dean having Sam leave him and John behind so completely and I’m sure it hurt. But here’s the thing, they spent years apart, and both had their lives, and this look into a friendship from Dean’s past, while Sam had Jess...interesting. Again, gee it’s like more than one relationship in people’s lives matter.

Eileen looking after Sam who is suffering from a wound “down to his very soul.” Eileen’s worried little face. Cas’s worried face.

Okay okay I knew Lee could turn out to be evil, I knew that, I still shouted NOOOOOOOO. Figured ahead of time this ep could go one of three ways. 1. Djinn dream and Lee wasn’t real 2. Lee is real but good 3. Lee is real and was a friend but turns out to be a betrayer or a monster or dies (ooh fun times we went with a triumvirute on number 3)

I was actually getting annoyed at Cas for trusting Sergei in the first place but then Cas, the tactician, the smart ruthless angel, is holding a captive over Sergei. He knew Sergei might screw them over all along and was prepared.

Eileen pinning Sergei angrily up against the wall by his throat, threatening him for Sam’s sake. SAM THIS ONE IS A KEEPER.

Also Eileen reminds me a lot of Cas. They can both be soft but have this ruthless streak, this warrior fury that comes out.

Oh welp here we go, Lee let the darkness eat his heart. He wasn’t turned into a monster, and he doesn’t do it for greed, it just...ate him up, all he wanted, after his trauma, was some peace but there are costs too high and he gave up what was good about him to get some minor good fortune, his dream bar.

“If evil like that exists int he world, guys like you and me, we aren’t ever going to win”

“No one’s innocent”

“Are we owed a little happiness”

“Good or bad, the world doesn’t care. No one cares, Dean.”

So while Dean is facing this existential abyss about whether anything he’s done, all the trauma he’s gone through, had any meaning, because he found out God was outright manipulating events around him his whole life, on purpose, for entertainment, there’s his old friend, someone Dean clearly connected strongly with and cares about, spilling his own abyss out onto the table in front of Dean and the abyss in Lee is a lot darker and danker and rotted than Dean’s, and Dean’s the one who has to contend with actual freakin’ GOD screwing him over, personally, his whole life.

“Well I do.”

This is probably where I started crying during the episode, because of Dean. Because of all the trauma, all the losses, all the unimaginable horrors he’s faced, including his own inner demons, and he never gave up and he never lost his caring for the world and for others. He often doesn’t care much about himself but he never stopped CARING. And his spirit and his heart are as fierce and butt-kicking as his monster-fighting and hand-to-hand combat skills (I so enjoyed this bamf Dean fight scene) and that is why I love Dean SO SO MUCH.

*pauses to cry again*

“I am you. That woke up and saw the world was broken.” But Lee doesn’t know that Dean knows the world is broken. He knows eactly how broken the world is, how literally broken, that it’s just one of Chuck’s many drafts, and how uncaring Chuck the creator really is. It doesn’t get more world-breaking than that, and Dean knows, and IT DIDN’T BREAK DEAN. Lee’s projecting, he just can’t understand how someone who is like him, who’s witnessed horrors like what he’s witnessed, isn’t broken the way Lee is. But Dean is Dean, he isn’t Lee.

“Why do you care so much Dean?”

“Because someone has to.”

Oh hey because I haven’t made this post painful enough yet with Dean analysis, let’s take a look back at 2.20 What Is and What Should Never Be (transcript courtesy of superwiki)

“All of them. Everyone that you saved, everyone Sammy and I saved. They're all dead. And there's this woman, that's haunting me. I don't know why. I don't know what the connection is, not yet anyway. It's like my old life is, is coming after me or something. Like it like it doesn't want me to be happy. Course I know what you'd say. Well, not the you that played softball but... "So go hunt the Djinn. He put you here, it can put you back. Your happiness for all those people's lives, no contest. Right?" But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero? (begins to cry while talking) What about us, huh? What, Mom's not supposed to live her life, Sammy's not supposed to get married? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad?”

But Dean is way past this, he’s gone through that stage of questioning and come out the other side. He tells Lee nobody owes him anything. He isn’t owed a reward. He just cares because he does and that’s...well, that’s kind of how life is. As fans, we talk about what our favorites deserve, and of course they deserve some peace and happiness. But that’s not always how it works...still they can keep hoping and we can keep hoping for them. The story isn’t over.

Whereas Lee, when he asked those questions about “why us, why do we have to be the heroes” came out the other side completely broken and corrupt.

The way Dean’s eyes went dead inside when he had to stab Lee. Like a light went out in Dean as Lee died. The contrast between that and his light-hearted pure joy at seeing his old friend again. JUST STAB ME TOO OKAY

Oh my goodness Dean’s return to the bunker and that awkward awkward face to face with Cas and neither of them seems angry any more even but there’s so so much negative space between them and Dean seems like he wants to maybe bridge the gulf but now Cas shuts Dean out, cuts him off, and walks out of the room, a flip on what Dean was doing in eps 1-3 to Cas. And the STARING oh my god the staring. Despite their problems, despite everything, Dean and Cas have a powerful bond and bonds don’t have to be trouble free and perfect to be good ones. They’re going to fix this, if they can climb over their walls and their issues and find their joy together. Because they are both worth it. They are also similar. No matter what’s been thrown at them, how much suffering, how much trauma. Cas, like Dean, keeps getting back up, and hasn’t lost his caring. “Too much heart was always Castiel’s problem” and it’s actually Dean’s problem too and by problem, for them on this, we actually mean great big asset.

Both of them, Cas last week, and Dean this week, undergo something separately that shows them why they have to get back into the fight, and not run away from everything (or each other, I think, that’s tacit). “If I stay here nothing changes” Cas said in 15.06. Cas was able to prove to himself, for himself, that he could save people, that he wasn’t an entire failure, and Dean went through an experience in 15.07 that jolted him to connect with his own sense of caring again, to feel the meaning in who he is and what he does, and how much he cares. Despite Chuck’s nonsense, he still cares about everything, so much it hurts.

#Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Castiel #Eileen Leahy #Destiel #Saileen #Lee Webb #Sam and Dean: a work in progress #Sam and Cas #Dean and Lee #me x Dean feelings #spn #supernatural #supernatural spoilers #meta

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megadifferentcupcakewriter · 3 years

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Thoughts On The Finale of Supernatural.

Okay I feel like I should say something about the Supernatural finale because I've been a fan for the longest time now and everyone is speaking their minds about it, so I'll say my peace and be done with it-- spoiler's ahead (obviously) before I get into the ranting about how bad it was, I'm going to say I respect the actors, the writers, and everyone involved-- I know that they gave it their all, and they were trying to do everything right, I know that throughout the entire time working for the show, they did give us some pretty good memories, and I'm grateful to love Supernatural, and want not-- that being said, the 15 finale, IS NOT HOW YOU END A 15 YEARS LONG RUNNING SHOW, it was decent-- sure; but it could have been so much better, before I get into it though, let me list all the good things about it.

WARNING SPOILERS AHEAD. ............. ............ ............ ........... .......... ........... NOT KIDDING... ................ ............ ............ ............. LAST WARNING IDGITS.

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1: Dean's goodbye to Sam, very emotional, very heart wrenching, I legit broke down and tearfully sobbed as I watched it happened-- never has this happened to me in tv, because I always tell myself it's a tv show and it never really bothers me, but this scene? oh yeah it bothered me, it made me sad; and for that bravo Jensen and Jared *claps* bravo.

2: Bobby singer (original Bobby singer) making his appearance, that was a nice touch and it was heart warming to see him again. ^^

3: Mentioning Cas "helped Jack" meaning he was rescued from mega hell, cause come on-- it wouldn't make sense for Jack to just leave him there.

4: Sam and Dean being reunited at the bridge in the end, again nice to see the two brother's seeing each other after so long.

BUT THAT'S IT

THAT'S ALL THAT'S GOOD and here are the reasons why.

Okay, like seriously-- KILLING DEAN off in the first hunt after Chuck, I HAVE SUCH A PROBLEM with this and not just because Dean died, but because it's the first hunt they go on AFTER CHUCK, as far as we are all lead to believe, and that paints the picture to us, that Sam and Dean were never good hunter's, the only reason they were even alive to get this far was because of Chuck's influence, and now we all know that Chuck has basically been writing their story "since the beginning" and everything and we get that, but we want to believe as a collective fandom that Sam and Dean were good at their jobs, to some degree that they were good enough to be hunters, and keep fighting as hunters-- and to kill Dean off in the first hunt after Chuck just paints a different story, if you're going to kill Dean off, then do it in the like a few hunts after Chuck, maybe show a little montage of Sam and Dean continuing to go on hunts, before finally showing "that fateful hunt" that ends up killing Dean, that way we as a fanbase can say "okay Dean had some time to be free before he was killed" this just cheapens his death and it's NOT OKAY.

Also, why a rusty piece of nail? I mean again I know that Sam and Dean have basically been made to live this long thanks to Chuck giving them basically "plot armor" and they're both only human-- but again we as the fandom would have liked to say that Dean went out in a more "heroic" way then just being stabbed by a piece of nail, I mean come on SIDE CHARACTER'S got a more heroic death then that, this is DEAN FREAKING WINCHESTER, we would have liked to say he went out in a blaze of glory, he went out to I dunno save an entire city, or Sam from certain death, not just an "accident on a hunt" that leads him to be killed, it just ...it's not fitting for everything else he's been through, X_x

That being said, why kill Dean at all?

I mean, we were basically told from the start of the show that both Sam and Dean were going to end bloody (throughout the series always mentioning that the hunter's life "ends horrible and bloody") I get that, but if you're able to give Sam a happily ever after, where he grows old and dies, then why can't Dean? it's like, all this time throughout the show, we can see that he wants to have a normal life, he wants to have a wife, kids, settle down (we see it in Lisa and Ben) but he doesn't feel like he deserves it.

He's been conditioned by John Winchester to believe that his soul purpose in life is to simply hunt, and that's just wrong-- and it would have been very nice to see in the finale, maybe Sam and Dean retiring from hunting but opening up some kind of school for hunters or something? that way they are still helping out with hunting in a way, but not a way that threatens their lives day to day, where they can both grow old and basically die together, but that's just my view on it, I mean I wanted them both to live happy normal lives darn it, and DEAN DESERVES HIS FUTURE too you know? after everything, this poor man has been through.

But that's just my view on it, and I do think the show could have been good doing something like that-- but that being said, I'm fine with the Dean Winchester dies ending, so long as they give him a proper HEROIC DEATH, and Sam goes on to honor his brother's memory.

Now then, say we go with the Dean Winchester dies plotline, I get that-- but why couldn't we see Jodie, Donna, Claire, and all the other characters they've made friends with over the years? I would have loved to see Sam breaking the news to some of the hunter friends they've made, and maybe have Jodie come over and give him some sympathy food and give him a hug, or some of the friends just being there for the FREAKING FUNERAL (I mean come on they did it for ASA FOX, season 12 I believe? why couldn't Dean Winchester have something like that?) it would have been nice to show many people gathered around, and maybe even Dean being allowed to see the view from heaven realizing just how loved he was?

Also, would have loved to see Sam heart brokenly hugging Eileen tearfully, as she hugs him back-- revealing that she is INDEED THE MOTHER OF HIS CHILD, maybe even in the montage of Sam growing older, show something like him and Eileen dancing together, or Eileen teaching their son sign language, I mean sure there's no doubt Eileen is his wife, but WE WOULD HAVE LOVED TO SEE IT, PEOPLE, show something of Sam and Eileen together, the ending just kind of felt like Sam was all alone like nobody was there-- and from what we've seen, HE HAS A LOT OF PEOPLE WHO ADORE HIM AND DEAN (Jodie, the girl's, Donna, different hunter's, apocalypse world refugees) I know there was restrictions because of Covid, but someone, ANYONE WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER than just nobody.

Plus, we get the confirmation Castiel is alive (Bobby stating 'Cas helped Jack") okay that's good, but can we at least see one last thing of him? like I dunno, I saw a post somewhere; when Dean finishes his drive on the bridge, gets out of the car, and walks towards the edge of it just looking at heaven around him, he feels someone grab his shoulder, turns around and it's Cas.

Destiel or not Destiel scenes would have been fine, but in my head (never thought the writers were gonna go there)-- at least it would have been nice to see him, I dunno become tearful and hug Cas; and Cas hugs him back, saying his famous "Hello Dean" line, as they hug each other for a while; before they hear.

"Cas?" In Sam's voice, causing them to both look towards like the left and see Sam approaching, before him and Dean share a tearful reunion hug, Cas smiling to see the two brother's finally at peace, before Cas joins in, team free will finally back together after what seems like an eternity apart, while ~Carry On My wayword son~ begins playing, as the visual zooms out of them, before the episode ends on a flashback to season 12 where Cas talks about the future that Jack showed him the "paradise" that was mentioned.

That would have been much better then what we got, I WASN’T ASKING FOR MUCH-- but that just...urgggggggggghhh the way the show painted it, I mean-- come on...why couldn’t we have at least gotten half of what I just mentioned?

Also at some point, GIVE ADAM WINCHESTER A DARN BREAK PEOPLE-- maybe in between showing us Dean in heaven, he goes to visit some of his old friends? or maybe even have Adam having a beer with Bobby when Dean first enters heaven, something to just show the darn kid >_<

We didn’t even need to have an explaination as to why Cas never came to see the boys after he was brought back by Jack, we would have loved to just SEE HIM one last time.

Not to much to ask.

#castiel #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester

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waywardaardvark79 · 4 years

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Supernatural Rewrite: Season 1, Episode 10: Asylum

Summary: Y/N Singer joins Sam and Dean on the road. A rewrite starring you.

Pairing: eventual Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: language, show level violence

Word Count: 10,442

A/N: I’ll try to do at least one episode a week. No set schedule. Tags open.

You blinked open your eyes, trying to focus on the blurry red numbers on the clock, 2:37 AM. You tried to move around in bed, but Dean had wrapped himself around you and you couldn't move.

"De." you said, trying to move his arm, only causing him to hold on to you tighter. "Dean, come on. You gotta let me up. I gotta pee."

"Mmm...no." he sleepily mumbled, throwing one of his legs over you, further preventing your escape.

You sighed heavily, "I gotta pee." you said, Dean burying his face in the back of your neck.

"Five more minutes." he said, his lips practically touching your skin, sending a shiver down you spine.

"Let. Go." you said, your hand sliding under the covers until you found his thigh, your fingers giving it a hard pinch.

Dean shot up in bed, "What the fuck, Y/N?" he asked, glaring at you.

"I gotta pee." you said, climbing out of bed, Dean settling back down, rolling to face away from you.

"You coulda just said so." he mumbled, you shaking your head as you walked to the bathroom.

You walked into the bathroom and closed the door before flipping on the light, trying not to wake the boys. You pulled off your gloves and tossed them on the sink before using the bathroom, standing back up a few moments later to wash your hands.

You dried your hands on one of the small motel towels and flipped off the light before opening the door, forgetting your gloves on the bathroom sink.

You shuffled back to bed, half asleep, and crawled inside, Dean's back to you. You snuggled up to him, tucking your legs under his, one arm thrown over his side, your hand coming up to rest on his chest, your face buried between his shoulder blades as you breathed him in.

"Bein' the little spoon is kinda nice." you head Dean say, your mouth turning up at the corner as you chuckled under your breath, not realizing at the time that he didn't actually say that out loud.

You were still half asleep, a low murmur pulling you closer to consciousness, but your eyes remained closed as you shifted in bed, listening.

"Oh, please don't wake up. I'm not ready for you to wake up yet." you heard Dean think, stilling yourself, wondering if he would continue. "I wonder if you ever notice just how much I look at you. I would think it would be a hard thing to miss. Sam sure says it is." Dean thought before he lifted your hand from his chest, "Hmm...maybe it doesn't work when you're sleepin'. Hey, maybe you could stop sleeping in those gloves all the time. I kinda miss the way your hands feel." Dean thought, pausing for a moment, his hand wrapping around yours, "You know, there are so many things I want to tell you, but I just never can find the words or the right time." he thought, and as much as you wanted to know what he was going to say next, you moved, Dean quickly letting go of your hand as you opened your eyes.

It wasn't right to listen in on him when he didn't know you were, when he didn't think you could hear him, and part of you didn't know if you were ready to hear what he had to say.

There had been enough change in your life. You didn't know if you could handle anymore, even though you were pretty sure you were feeling the same as him.

"Hey, I didn't think you were ever gonna wake up. It's about time though, Singer. I can't feel my arm anymore." Dean said, your hand on his chest as you raised up, allowing him the room to pull his arm from under you. "Shit, Dean. Why the fuck did you have to go and say something like that?" he thought, a slight smile on your face as you sat up and pulled your hand away from him, breaking the connection.

"You'll live." you said, getting out of bed, grabbing some clothes out of your bag before walking into the bathroom to get dressed.

"Real fuckin' smooth." Dean breathed out, rubbing his hands over his face.

"What'd you do now?" Sam asked, rolling over in bed.

"What?" Dean asked, looking over at him.

"What did you do now?" Sam asked, again, the bathroom door opening before Dean could answer.

"I don't know about you guys, but I need some fuckin' coffee." you said, slipping on your gloves as you looked between them. "You guys want anything?" you asked, grabbing the keys from the table.

"Yeah, grab us some, too." Dean said, throwing the covers back.

"Alright, I'll be right back." you said, turning to head to the door.

Sam watched you go, an amused look on his face, "So, you're letting her drive now?" he asked, once you walked out.

"It's just coffee. It's no big deal." Dean said, getting up to get dressed.

Sam chuckled, "Sure it's not." he said, a smile on his face.

"Drop it, Sam. I said, it's not a big deal, so it isn't." Dean said.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." Sam said, Dean giving him a look before walking into the bathroom.

You pushed through the motel door about twenty minutes later with a tray of coffee in your hands, Sam busy on the phone.

"No, Dad was in California last we heard from him. We just thought...he comes to you for 'munitions...maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks. Just, call us if you hear anything." Sam said.

You walked into the room and handed Dean his coffee, "Lookin' for John?" you asked, Dean nodding his head.

"Thanks." Sam said to the person on the end before hanging up.

"Caleb hasn't heard from him?" Dean asked as you handed Sam his coffee.

"Nope, and neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim. What about the journal? Any leads in there?" Sam asked.

"No, same the last time I looked. Nothing I can make out...I love the guy, but I swear he writes like friggin' Yoda." Dean said.

"Well, what about Bobby?" Sam asked, turning to you. "Maybe he's heard from him."

"Sam, they...they don't really talk anymore. Besides, I talked to Dad yesterday and he didn't say anything about it. Believe me, if he heard from him, he would mention it." you said, Sam's face falling.

Sam thought for a moment, "You know, maybe we should call the Feds. File a missing person's." Sam said.

"We've talked about this. Dad'd be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail." Dean said.

"He's right, Sam. That'd just be bad fuckin' news." you said.

"I don't care anymore." Sam said, a cellphone ringing, Dean crossing the room to go get it. "After all that happened back in Kansas, I mean...he should've been there, guys. You both said so yourselves, and I know that both of you tried calling him and...nothing."

"I know!" Dean snapped, rummaging through his duffel, "Where the hell is my cell phone?"

"Move. I'll find it." you said, knowing an argument was about to start, and you hadn't had enough coffee to deal with it yet.

"You know, he could be dead for all we know." Sam said.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Sam. Really?" you asked, still digging through the bag.

"Don't say that! He's not dead! He's...he's..." Dean trailed off, unsure of what to say.

"He's what? He's hiding? He's busy?" Sam asked.

"Don't fuckin' start, Sam. It's too God damn early for this shit." you said, finally grabbing the phone and flipping it open, a text message from an unavailable number staring back at you, the message short and sweet, coordinates, "Well, fuck me." you said, passing the phone to Dean.

"Huh. I don't believe it." he said, his eyes on the phone.

"What?" Sam asked.

"It's, uh...it's a text message. It's coordinates." Dean said, going over to the laptop.

"You think Dad was texting us?" Sam asked Dean.

"Who else would it be?" you asked, Dean nodding his head in agreement with you.

"He's given us coordinates before." Dean said.

"Guys, the man can barely work a toaster." Sam said, looking between you and Dean.

"Sam, it's good news! It means he's okay, or alive at least." Dean said.

"Well, was there a number on the caller ID?" Sam asked.

"No, it said unknown." you answered.

"Well, where do the coordinates point?" Sam asked.

"That's the interesting part. Rockford, Illinois." Dean said.

"Ok, and that's interesting how?" Sam asked.

"Rockford, Illinois." you said, shaking your head, "Why does that sound so familiar?" you asked, Dean holding up a finger at you.

"I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this. This cop, Walter Kelly, comes homes from his shift, shoots his wife, then puts the gun in his mouth, blows his brains out. And earlier that night, Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum." Dean said.

"Roosevelt Asylum?" you asked, Dean nodding his head.

"Okay, I'm not following. What does this have to do with us?" Sam asked.

"Dad ear marked the same asylum in the journal. Let's see." Dean said, reaching for the journal.

"I fuckin' knew that place sounded familiar." you said.

"Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths...till last week at least. I think this is where he wants us to go." Dean said.

Sam scoffed, "This is a job...Dad wants us to work a job." he said.

"So, what if he does?" you asked, shrugging your shoulders.

"Well, maybe we'll meet up with him? Maybe he's there?" Dean said.

"Maybe he's not? I mean, he could be sending us there, by ourselves, to hunt this thing." Sam said.

"What are you getting at, Sam? It is kinda our job, so I don't see what the big deal is." you said, Dean speaking before Sam could say anything.

"Who cares! If he wants us there, it's good enough for me!" Dean said.

"This doesn't strike you guys as weird? The texting? The coordinates?" Sam asked, looking between you and Dean.

"Sam." you sighed, at a loss for words, knowing nothing that you could say to him would change his mind.

"Sam! Dad's tellin' us to go somewhere, we're goin'." Dean said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The three of you were standing in a bar, each of you looking for Daniel Gunderson, the partner of the cop that killed himself.

"Right there." you said, subtly pointing out the man who just sat down at the bar.

"Ready?" Dean asked, nudging you.

"Yeah, reporters, right?" you asked, Dean nodding his head before the two of you walked over to him.

"You're Daniel Gunderson. You're a cop, right?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Gunderson said.

"Huh. I'm, uh, Nigel Tufnel and this is Lyla St. James, The Chicago Tribune. Mind if we ask you a couple questions about your partner?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I do. I'm just tryin' to have a beer here." Gunderson said, obviously annoyed with the two of you.

"That's okay, I swear it won't take that long. We just want to get the story in your words." Dean said.

"We would really appreciate it." you added.

"A week ago, my partner was sitting in that chair. Now he's dead. You two gonna ambush me here?" Gunderson asked.

"We really are sorry for your loss." you said.

"But, we need to know what happened." Dean added, Sam walking up and shoving him aside, roughly.

"Hey, buddy, why don't you leave the poor guy alone! The man's an officer! Why don'tcha show a little respect!" Sam said to Dean before turning to you, "Same goes for you. You two should get outta here."

"Come on." you said, grabbing Dean's arm.

"You didn't have to do that." Gunderson said.

"Yeah, course I did. Those two were serious jerks. Let me buy you a beer, huh?" Sam said before looking at the bartender, "Two."

"Thanks." Gunderson said.

You and Dean were sitting on the Impala when Sam walked out of the bar.

"Shoved me kinda hard in there, buddy boy." Dean said, you rolling your eyes.

"I told you not to start anything." you said, shaking your head.

"I had to sell it, didn't I? It's method acting." Sam said.

"Huh?" Dean asked.

"Never mind." Sam said.

"What'd you find out from Gunderson?" Dean asked.

"So, Walter Kelly was a good cop, head of his class, even-keeled, he had a bright future ahead of him." Sam said.

"That's all well and good, but what about at home? Maybe the guy had a shitty home life." you said.

"He and his wife had a few fights, like everybody, but it was mostly smooth sailing. They were even talking about having kids." Sam said.

"Alright, so either Kelly had some deep seated crazy waiting to bust out, or something else did it to him." Dean said.

"Right." Sam said.

"What'd Gunderson tell you about the asylum?" Dean asked.

"A lot." Sam replied.

The three of you pulled up outside of the asylum, all three of you getting out of the car.

"You gonna be able to make it, Singer?" Dean asked, looking at the tall chain linked fence.

"What kind of question is that? Of course I can make that, and I'm a little fuckin' insulted that you even asked." you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Well...it's just last time you had to scale a fence like this...you had some trouble." Dean said.

"Last time I had on a skirt." you said, looking up the length of the fence.

"Yeah, but if you need my help just let me know." Dean said, looking you up and down.

"Newsflash, I'm not wearing a skirt. I'll make it just fine on my own." you said.

"Hmm...see, I was just thinkin' that those jeans look a little tight. I'd be all for you takin' 'em off if you need to. You know, to make it over the fence." Dean said, smirking at you. "Hell, I can even help you take 'em off. You know, if you need me to. I'm always willing to help."

You laughed under your breath, shaking your head, "Be thankful you're fuckin' hot, De. I mean, do those lame ass attempts actually work on anyone?" you asked, as you started to climb the fence.

"You think I'm hot?" Dean asked, a smile on his face as he followed you up the fence, quickly passing you.

"Show off." you breathed out. "You know, I should have known that was all you would get outta that." you said, working your way down the other side of the fence, Dean already on the ground.

"Hey, you can't take it back now." Dean said, his hands coming to rest on your hips, "Go ahead and jump. I got ya." he said, easing you to the ground before the two of you took off running to catch up with Sam.

"So, apparently the cops chased the kids here...into the south wing." Sam said, pointing up at a sign over one of the doors, the three of you now inside the asylum.

"South wing, huh? Wait a second." Dean said before flipping through John's journal. "1972. Three kids broke into the south wing, only one survived. Way he tells it, one of his friends went nuts, and started lighting up the place." Dean said.

"So, whatever's going on, the south wing is the heart of it." Sam said.

"That's what itt sounds like to me." you said, walking ahead of Sam and Dean.

"But if the kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?" Dean asked.

"This could have something to do with it." you said, holding up a broken chain. "Looks like the doors are usually chained."

"Could've been chained up for years." Sam said.

"Yeah, to keep people out, or to keep something in." Dean said.

"Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel." Dean said to Sam, as the three of you walked down a hallway, "You too, Miss Cleo."

"How long have you been sittin' on that one?" you asked, a half smile on your face.

"Dude, enough." Sam said.

"I'm serious. You guys gotta be careful, all right? Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you two got going on." Dean said.

"I told you, it's not ESP! I just have strange vibes sometimes, weird dreams." Sam said.

"Yeah, whatever. Don't ask, don't tell." Dean said before looking to you.

"Listen, I'm not even gonna fuckin' pretend to know what's going on with me. So, if you wanna go with ESP then go ahead. I kinda thought we settled on magic fingers, though." you teased, Dean smiling.

"You get any readings on that thing or not?" Sam asked, looking over to Dean, trying to get the focus back on the case.

"Nope. Of course, it doesn't mean no one's home." Dean said, looking down at his EMF before nudging you, "You, uh, feel anything, or you know, however it, uh, works?" Dean asked, nodding his head towards your hands.

"I'd have to take the gloves off, but I can tell you that there is definitely something going on here. I can tell that with these on." you said.

"Spirits can't appear during certain hours of the day. Maybe that's why." Sam said.

"Yeah, the freaks come out at night." Dean said.

"Yeah." Sam said, you nodding your head.

"Hey, Sam, Y/N? Who do you guys think is the hotter psychic, Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Y/N, or Sam?" Dean asked, Sam pushing him causing Dean to laugh, "I'm pretty sure me and Y/N have the same pick." he said.

"So, you think Sam is the hottest, too?" you asked, Sam laughing loudly.

"What?! No! You were supposed to say you!" Dean yelled, you and Sam both walking into another room before he could say anything else.

Dean whistled when he walked in, "Man, electro-shock, lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people. Kinda like my man Jack in Cuckoo's Nest." Dean said, grinning at you and Sam, Sam ignoring him.

You chuckled, smiling back at him, "I haven't seen that in years." you said, shaking your head, "Well, as near as I can figure out, It's 'cause I, uh, fight and fuck too much." you said, quoting the movie under your breath as you looked around, Dean smiling at you.

"So, whaddaya guys think? Ghosts possessing people?" Dean asked, forcing himself to focus on the case instead of you.

"Maybe." Sam said.

"Or maybe it's more like Amityville." you suggested, Sam nodding his head.

"Or the Smurl hauntings." Sam added.

"Spirits driving them insane. Kinda like my man Jack in The Shining." Dean said, grinning, you turning to face him.

"I said, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm just going to bash your brains in! Gonna bash 'em right the fuck in." you said, quoting The Shining, doing your best Nicholson impersonation, Dean laughing loudly.

"See, that's why I love you." Dean blurted out, both you and him freezing the moment the words left his lips, each of you looking at each other in panic. "I...didn't...I mean, as a, uh, friend. Yeah, a friend, that's it." Dean said, playfully punching your arm.

Sam cleared his throat, "Dean." he said, Dean looking over at him, "When are we going to talk about it?" Sam asked.

"Talk about what?" Dean asked, your heart racing, afraid that Sam was going to push the two of you to talk about your feelings.

"Sam, we don't need to talk about anything. He already explained himself, okay? Lots of friends love each other. So, there's no need for a therapy session or intervention, or whatever you have planned. Let's just fuckin' drop it." you said, Sam looking at you strangely.

"I was talking about the fact that Dad's not here." Sam said.

"Oh, of course." you said, slowly nodding your head, Dean speaking up before you could embarrass yourself any further.

"Oh, I see...how 'bout...never." Dean said.

"I'm being serious, guys. He sent us here..." Sam said, trailing off.

"So am I, Sam. Look, he sent us here, he obviously wants us here. We'll pick up the search later." Dean said.

"It doesn't matter what he wants." Sam said.

"Sam." you sighed, "Can we just do the fuckin' job, and fight later?" you asked.

"See. That attitude? Right there? That is why I always got the extra cookie." Dean said.

"Guys, please. We've had this fight a hundred times by now. It's not going to fuckin' solve anything. Let's just do the job. John clearly wanted us to, and even if he didn't, it's still a job. If we leave now more people are gonna die just because we couldn't suck it up and move past shit." you said.

"Dad could be in trouble. We should be looking for him. We deserve some answers, Dean. I mean, this is our family we're talking about." Sam said.

"I understand that, Sam, but he's given us an order." Dean said.

"So, what, we gotta always follow Dad's orders?" Sam asked.

"Of course, we do." Dean said, both of them more than frustrated.

"Alright! You two are gonna knock this shit off right fucking now. We have a job to do. We can pick this bullshit up later. You two can fight all you want then, but right now both of you are gonna lock it the fuck up." you said, looking between them, Dean turning away, ending the conversation.

The three of you were poking around, looking for any information you could find, all three of you remaining silent, the tension palpable.

Dean picked up a sign, "Sanford Ellicott...you guys know what we gotta do. We gotta find out more about the south wing. See if something happened here." Dean said before walking away, leaving the sign with Sam.

"Come on, Sam." you said, turning to follow after Dean. "Let's go find out everything we can about this asshole."

"How do you know he was an asshole?" Sam asked, the corner of his mouth turning up.

"Well, he was a doctor in this fuckin' place. That can't be anything good, so I'm pretty sure that makes him an asshole." you said, Sam shaking his head at you, a smile on his face, "But, what do I know? I think everyone's an asshole." you said, Sam chuckling as he stepped to your side.

You and Dean were waiting outside of Dr. James Ellicott's office, the three of you deciding that Sam was the best one to go inside and talk to him.

"Do you think Sam's right?" Dean asked, leaning against the glass windows by the door.

"About what?" you asked, looking up at him from your spot on the ground, your knees drawn up to your chest, your arms wrapped around them.

"About Dad. Do you think he's...he's dead?" Dean asked.

"I don't." you said, Dean sliding down to sit next to you.

"Do you really think that, or are you just tryin' to make me feel better?" he asked.

"I wouldn't like to you about that. I'm not gonna sugar coat things just to make you feel better. I mean, I wouldn't want you to do that to me, so." you said, Dean nodding his head.

"So, you think he's alive?" Dean asked, again.

"I do. I don't think we're gonna find him though." you said, Dean's face falling, "At least not any time soon."

"Why not?" he asked.

"If John doesn't want to be found, we won't find him, and I honestly think...that he doesn't want us to find him." you said.

"Then what's with the text messages? The coordinates?" Dean asked.

"I think you were right when you said he wanted us to take over. I think that's why he's sending us jobs." you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

"We...I...need to find him." Dean said. "I have to."

"I know you do, and trust me, I'll be there every step of the way to help you, but I think we'll find him when he's ready for us to. John's smart, Dean. He knows what he's doing, and he can take care of himself. He'll be okay, De." you said.

"I hope you're right." he said.

"I always am." you said, trying to lighten the mood, stretching your legs out in front of you, "So, you have nothing to worry about, okay?"

You felt Dean kiss the top of your head, "Thanks for, uh, just thanks." Dean said before standing back up, scared that he crossed a line. "What in the world could they be talkin' about in there? He's been in there forever." Dean added, changing the subject.

"Maybe he's talkin' about us." you teased, getting to your feet.

"Us?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, what did he call us the other day? Emotionally constipated? Said therapy would do both of us some good. Maybe he's gettin' some tips." you said, Dean laughing.

"Yeah, I can see him doing somethin' like that." Dean said, shaking his head, the two of you slipping into silence, both of you fearing what could slip out if the conversation continued.

Dean was leaning against the windows again, looking bored when Sam walked out.

"Dude! You were in there forever. What the hell were you talking about?" Dean asked, catching up to him.

"Just the hospital, you know." Sam said.

"Well, with how long you were in there, you should know the entire fuckin' history of the place." you said, Sam giving you a completely done look.

"And...?" Dean asked when Sam didn't say anything.

"And the south wing? It's where they housed the really hard cases. The psychotics, the criminally insane." Sam said.

"Sounds cozy." Dean said.

"I was thinkin' the same thing." you added.

"Yeah, and one night in '64, they rioted. Attacked staff, attacked each other." Sam said.

"So, the patients took over the asylum?" Dean asked.

"Apparently." Sam said.

"Any deaths?" Dean asked.

"De, a bunch of psychotic people rioted...of course people fuckin' died." you sassed, Dean rolling his eyes at you before playfully shoving you.

"Some patients, some staff. I guess it was pretty gory. Some of the bodies were never even recovered, including our Chief of Staff, Ellicott." Sam said.

"Whaddaya mean, never recovered?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I mean, what the fuck could they have done with them?" you asked.

"Cops scoured every inch of the place, but I guess the patients must've...stuffed the bodies somewhere." Sam said.

"That's grim." Dean said.

"Yeah, so, they transferred all the remaining patients and closed the hospital down." Sam said.

"So, to sum it up, we've got a bunch of violent deaths and a bunch of unrecovered bodies." Dean said.

"Not to mention, a fuck load of homicidal spirits." you added.

"Good times, huh, Singer? Let's check out the hospital tonight." Dean said, you and Sam nodding in agreement.

The three of you were back at the asylum, Sam pushing open the door, you and Dean beside him.

"Getting readings?" Sam asked, holding a video camera and a flashlight.

"Yeah, big time." Dean said, looking down at his EMF.

"This place is orbing like crazy." Sam said.

"Probably multiple spirits out and about." Dean said, glancing over at you, stopping when he noticed you taking off your gloves, "What are you doin?" he asked.

"What good are magic fingers if I don't use them?" you asked, shrugging your shoulders.

Dean looked at you, concern etched on his face, "I don't know, Singer. You remember what happened last time. you should put 'em back on." Dean said.

"I'll be fine." you said, Dean shaking his head at you, knowing that he couldn't change your mind.

"If these unrecovered bodies are causing the haunting." Sam said, trailing off.

"We gotta find 'em and burn 'em. Just be careful, though. The only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed off spirit...is the pissed of spirit of a psycho killer." Dean said.

Sam had separated from you and Dean, walking into another room alone. After a minutes on his own Sam saw an old woman through the lens of the camera he was holding, her hair white, one eye bloody and hanging out as she moved towards him.

"Dean. Y/N! Dean!" Sam yelled, you and Dean running into the rom, Dean rummaging through his bag. "Shotgun!" Sam yelled.

"Sam, get down!!" you yelled, raising your gun, Sam throwing himself to the ground before you pulled the trigger, the old woman disintegrating once she was hit.

"That was weird." Sam said, the three of you still on edge.

"Yeah. You're tellin' me." Dean said, walking out of the room, you and Sam following after him.

"No, Dean, I mean, it was weird that she didn't attack me." Sam said.

"Maybe she just hadn't had time yet." you said, Dean nodding.

"Yeah, looked pretty aggro from where I was standing." Dean said.

"She didn't hurt me. She didn't even try! So, if she didn't wanna hurt me then what did she want?" Sam asked, a noise coming from one of the rooms the three of you were passing, stopping all of you in your tracks.

Dean immediately raised his shotgun, Sam flicking on the flashlight as the three of you walked into the room the noise came from.

You looked around the room, spotting the top of a blonde head sticking up from behind an overturned bed, grabbing the boys to point it out to them.

The three of you braced yourselves, Sam reaching out to tip the bed over, a terrified girl spinning around to face the three of you.

"Fuck. What the hell are you doin' in here?" you asked, definitely not expecting to see another living person.

"It's alright, we're not going to hurt you. It's okay. What's your name?" Dean asked.

"Katherine. Kat." she answered.

"Okay, I'm Dean, this is Sam, and that's Y/N." Dean said, introducing the three of you.

"Okay, great...we all know each other now. So, how about you tell us what the fuck you're doing here?" you asked.

"Don't mind her." Sam said, stepping forward. "She means well...really. What are you doing here, though?" Sam asked.

"Um, my boyfriend, Gavin." she said.

"Of course." you said, shaking your head. "Of course, there's two of you."

"Is he here?" Dean asked.

"Somewhere. He thought it would be fun, try and see some ghosts. I thought it was all just...pretend. I've seen things. I heard Gavin scream and..." Kat trailed off, completely terrified.

"Alright, Kat? Come on. Sam's gonna get you out of here and then we're gonna find your boyfriend." Dean said, gesturing between you and him.

"No! No, I'm not going to leave without Gavin. I'm coming with you." she said.

"Yeah, that's a really bad fuckin' idea. Almost as bad as the one to come in here in the first place." you said, Kat shrinking back .

"She's right. It's no joke around here, okay. It's dangerous." Dean said.

"That's why I gotta find him." Kat said.

"Alright, I guess we're gonna split up then. Let's go." Dean said, stopping you when you tried to follow after Sam, "Uh-uh, you're with me. I can't make you wear the gloves, but I can keep you with me, so I can make sure nothing happens." Dean said.

"Jesus Christ, Dean." you said, walking away from him. "You know, you gotta trust me when I tell you that I'm fine. You've already got one damsel in distress to look after. You don't need another one." you said, Dean biting his tongue to keep from arguing with you.

You, Dean, and Kat were wandering around the halls, looking for her boyfriend, Gavin.

"I got a question for ya. You've seen a lot of horror movies, yeah?" Dean asked her.

"I guess so." Kat said, Dean turning to face her.

"Do me a favor. Next time you see one? Pay attention. When someone says a place is haunted...don't go in." Dean said.

"He's right, you know. All this shit's real, and you're gonna mess around and get yourself killed." you said, Kat nodding her head.

You, Dean and Kat were walking down yet another hallway, Dean leading the way, his flashlight fading.

"You son of a bitch." Dean said, shaking the flashlight.

"You want mine?" you asked, grabbing your flashlight, trying to turn in on, "Fuck, mines out, too."

"It's alright. I got a lighter." Dean said, reaching into his pocket.

"Ow. You're hurting my arm." Kat said causing you to turn and face her.

"What are you talking about?" you asked. "I'm not touching you." you said, looking down to see a disembodied hand clutching onto Kat's arm. "Oh fuck." you said, quickly grabbing onto her, both of you ripped backwards into a room, the metal door slamming behind you.

Dean rushed over to the door, and struggled to pull it open, Kat banging on it from the inside, the door not budging.

"Lemme out! Please!" Kat screamed, Dean continuing to struggle with the door.

"Kat! Hang on!" he yelled, pausing a moment. "Hey, Singer, try to calm her down." he said, smashing at the door with a metal pipe.

"Singer, what's going on in there?" Dean asked, worried that he hadn't heard you yet. "Y/N!!" he yelled again, getting no response from you.

Sam and Gavin were running down the hall towards Dean, "What's going on?" Sam asked.

"They're inside with one of them, and Y/N ain't answering." Dean said, Kat's scream causing him to whip back towards the door.

"Kat?! Kat, what's going on in there?" Dean asked, completely panicked that he still hadn't heard you.

"Help me!!" Kat screamed.

"Kat!" Gavin yelled.

"Get me outta here!" Kat yelled, sliding down against the door.

"Kat, I need you to listen to me, I need you to tell me what Y/N's doing. Is she okay?" Dean asked.

"I...I don't know. It...I think it did something to her. She's...she's just sitting there." Kat said, Dean trying even harder to open the door.

"Y/N! Y/N! Come on, Singer! Talk to me!!" Dean yelled.

"Kat, it's not going to hurt you." Sam said, stepping up to the door.

"Bullshit! It hurt her!" Kat yelled, Dean's heart pounding in his chest, needing more than anything to get to you.

"Listen to me. You've got to face it. You've got to calm down." Sam calmly said.

"She's gotta what?!" Dean asked, turning to Sam. "It's already done something to Y/N, and now you want her to face it?"

"I have to what?!" Kat yelled.

"These spirits, they're not trying to hurt us. They're trying to communicate. You gotta face it. You gotta listen to it." Sam explained.

"Tell that to the comatose girl in here. You face it!!" Kat yelled.

"No! It's the only way to get out of there." Sam said.

"NO!" Kat yelled.

"Do you really think the door will open if she does it?" Dean asked Sam, Sam nodding.

"Listen to me, Kat." Dean said "I need you to turn around and look at the son of a bitch, okay? Find out what he wants. That's the only way this door is openin'. So, just do it. Dean said, aching to get inside.

"Kat?" Gavin asked, when he didn't hear anything.

"Man, I hope you're right about this. I gotta get in that fuckin' room." Dean said before waiting in tense silence, the lock clicking before the door slowly opened.

"Oh, Kat." Gavin said, Kat standing in the doorway.

Dean pushed by her, rushing into the room and kneeling down by your side. You were just sitting there, your back against the wall, a blank expression on your face.

"Y/N. Y/N." Dean said, grabbing your shoulders. "Come on, Singer." he said, his hands coming up to your face, one on each cheek.

Your eyes were open, but you weren't looking at him. You were staring straight through him, somewhere far, far away from there.

Sam walked into the room to see Dean taking you into his arms, his back against the wall as he clutched you to his chest.

Sam crouched down next to Dean, thinking to himself that he couldn't remember a time when he had see Dean look so scared.

"What do I do, Sammy?" Dean asked, his voice breaking. "I...I don't know what to do."

"It's okay. We're gonna figure this out. She's going to be fine." Sam said before turning back towards the door, "Kat, what did you see? What did it do to her?" Sam asked.

"I...I don't know." she stammered out, still terrified.

"Well, think God damn it!!!" Dean roared, Kat jumping back.

"Dean!" Sam barked. "That's not gonna help." he said before turning back to Kat. "Just try to think, okay. Anything you can remember could help." Sam said.

"He...he...just touched her. She was trying to get something out of her pocket, I think, but it was too late. He touched her, and she...she just stopped. I...I don't know she was just standing there looking at him, and then she just slid down the wall." Kat said, Dean looking down to see your gloves halfway out of your pocket.

"Okay, so he probably didn't possess her. He just touched her." Sam said, looking down at you, waving his hand in front of your face. "Kat, did you see where he touched her?" Sam asked.

"He just grabbed her hand, I think." Kat replied.

"Okay, maybe he was trying to show her something." Sam said, more to himself than to Dean.

"No, somethin's wrong. She...she shouldn't still be like this. She said it stops when she isn't touching something, and she's not fuckin' touching anything." Dean said, panic in his voice.

"Dean, I need you to calm down." Sam said, his own worry and fear for you pushed to the back burner. "Ok, she did something like this when we were in Kansas, remember? She, uh, touched something in the closet and then kind of just zoned out." Sam said, Dean nodding his head. "So, what did you do then? You got her to snap out of it."

"I didn't do anything. I just talked to her, said her name a couple times." Dean said.

"Try it again." Sam said.

"I tried that, Sam! It didn't fuckin' work!" Dean yelled.

Sam took your hand in his, "Hey, Y/N, we need you to wake up." he said, your eyes still wide open, not blinking. "Come on, Y/N. You can do it, just wake up."

Dean took hold of your other hand the best he could while still trying to hold you, "Hey, come on, Singer. You can't do this. We need you. You know that. We'd both be lost without you. I mean, who'd save our asses? So, just snap out of it." Dean said, both him and Sam slipping into silence when you didn't respond.

"He's right Y/N. We need you. I...I need you. I know we aren't as close as we used to be, and that's my fault, but I want to get back there. So, just make your way back here. If anyone can do it, it's you. We're waiting for you." Sam thought to himself, still holding onto your hand.

"Singer, I know you're in there somewhere, and I got to believe that you can hear me. Come on, Y/N, just do something...give me some sort of sign here." Dean thought, looking down at you to see you in the same state. "Come on, Baby, don't do this to me. You...you can't do this to me. You said you weren't going anywhere. You promised. So , I need you to snap the fuck out of it, and get your ass back here. I need...I need you. Please, just please, wake up." Dean thought, your eyes starting to flutter.

"Dean! Look!" Sam yelled, both of them looking down at you. "Y/N?" Sam asked, Dean holding his breath.

"Stop thinking." you finally said. "I...can't hear you when you both think at the same fuckin' time." you said, Sam smiling a relieved smile as Dean pulled you into a hug, crushing you against his chest, as he released the breath he had been holding.

"You scared the shit outta us, Singer." Dean said, refusing to let you go.

"Is...is somethin' wrong with the car?" you asked, your eyes closed as you tried to center yourself.

"No, no. The car's fine." Dean said, giving Sam a confused look.

"Did you see something about the car?" Sam asked, just as confused as Dean.

"No, but I heard Dean say something about Baby not doing something, so I just thought..." you said, trailing off, Dean not even bothering to look embarrassed.

"Y/N, what happened?" Sam asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Give her a minute, Sam." Dean snapped, still holding onto you.

You opened your eyes, "I was there...at the riot. I saw it. I...I felt it. 137. We got to go to room 137." you said, your thoughts still a little jumbled.

"137?" Kat asked from the doorway. "That's what it whispered in my ear before the door opened. 137." she said.

"That's what he wanted me to see, but I...I don't know. It was...I think he was taking me there, but then he let go of my hand and I couldn't see anything anymore. I could...I could just feel. I could feel all of their emotions, but it was just black. It's like I was trapped inside my own fuckin' head, and I couldn't find my way out. I could only focus on what they were feeling and I couldn't get back." you said, Dean holding onto you tighter.

"It's okay. You're back now. I've got ya. I'll always get you back." Dean said, rocking you side to side.

"I know you will. I know." you said, pulling back from him, "We have to go to room 137. I have to see this through." you said, pulling your gloves from your pocket and slipping them on.

"Nothing I say is gonna change your mind, is it?" Dean asked, already knowing the answer.

"No. I...I have to do this, Dean. I can't just go hide in a corner, scared, somewhere. I just...I need to do this." you said.

"Fine." Dean said, even though it was the last thing he wanted to say. "Room 137, it is. But, you're putting those gloves on, and you're not taking them off no matter what. And, you're gonna stay right by my side like we're fuckin' glued together. Are we clear? I need to know that you're gonna actually listen to me for once." Dean said.

"Ok. We're clear. The gloves stay on, and I stay with you." you said before wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Take a breath, De. I'm fine. I'm just fine." you whispered in his ear, feeling him take a deep breath seconds later.

You, Sam, and Dean were crouched against the wall where Gavin and Kat couldn't over hear.

"Alright. So, if these spirits aren't trying to hurt anyone..."Sam trailed off.

"Then, what are they trying to do?" Dean asked.

"There's something that they want us to know, that they want us to see." you said.

"Well, I guess, we'll find out." Dean said before looking over to you. "Gloves?"

"Gloves." you said, holding your hands up so he could see.

"Alright." Sam said, nodding his head.

The three of you walked back over to Kat and Gavin, "So, now, are you guys ready to leave this place?" Dean asked.

"That's an understatement." Kat said.

"Okay." Dean said, turning to Sam. "You get them outta here. We're going to go find room 137." Dean said, Sam nodding his head, knowing that Dean needed to keep you with him.

Sam was leading Kat and Gavin down a hallway, "So, how do you guys know about all this ghost stuff?" she asked.

"It's kinda our job." Sam replied.

"Why would anyone want a job like that?" she asked.

Sam huffed a laugh, "I had a crappy guidance counselor." he said.

"And Y/N and Dean? Are they..." Kat trailed off.

Sam sighed, "It's complicated." he said. "They don't know what they are, but I like to call it denial."

"And are they your bosses?" Kat asked.

"No." Sam said, looking down at her, a little bothered by the question.

You and Dean were walking down a hallway, both of you shining your flashlights on the doors, looking for room 137, Dean glancing over at you every few seconds.

"De, I'm fine. you don't have to keep looking." you said, your flashlight landing on room 137. "There we go."

Dean pushed against the door, using his weight to push aside the broken furniture blocking it, finally getting it open.

The two of you walked inside noticing that the room was a complete mess, filing cabinets pushed over, papers everywhere, the walls stained.

"Well, guess we should start lookin'." you said, flipping through some folders lying in a cabinet.

The two of you were still searching and you were starting to get discouraged that neither of you had found anything yet. You looked over in Dean's direction to seem him running his hands along the wall.

Dean happened upon a loose panel and pried it off, finding a satchel full of papers behind it, "This is why I get paid the big bucks." he said, waving the satchel at you.

"I'll stroke your ego later. Let's open it." you said, pulling up a chair.

"I got somethin' else you could stroke." Dean said, wiggling his eyebrows at you, trying to make you laugh.

You threw your head back, laughing loudly before looking up at him, "Pretty sure that would chafe like a bitch." you said, wiggling your gloved fingers at him, Dean laughing as he pulled up a chair next to you.

You opened the satchel, a journal with many notes and hand drawn pictures of medical instruments inside. "Well, that's just fuckin' creepy." you said before you started to read over the notes, "It's like a fuckin' how to manual."

"Yeah, well, all work and no play makes Dr. Ellicott a very dull boy." Dean said, a noise making both of you look up quickly.

Sam was moving back down a hallway towards Gavin and Kat, "Alright, I've looked everywhere. There's no other way out." he said.

"So, what the hell are we gonna do?" Gavin asked, panicked.

"Well, for starters. We're not gonna panic." Sam said.

"Why the hell not?" Gavin asked, Sam's phone ringing before he could reply.

"Hey." Sam said.

"Sam, it's me. I see it. It's coming for us." Dean said, the connection bad.

"Where are you?" Sam asked.

"We're in the basement. Hurry up!" Dean said, Sam hanging up the phone before looking over at Kat and Gavin.

Sam quickly instructed Kat on how to use the shotgun, telling her to be ready to shoot before making his way to the basement.

"Dean! Y/N!" Sam called out, searching through hallways and rooms, his flashlight flickering and fading, a door behind him swinging open.

Sam raised his gun and approached carefully, "Dean? Y/N?" he asked.

A shadow moved behind a ragged curtain, catching his attention. Sam pulled the curtain back expecting to see someone, but finding nothing.

He turned back around, an old, beaten up man with ragged hair and clothes was standing before him. The man grabbed Sam's face, his hand starting to glow.

"Don't be afraid. I'm going to make you all better." the man said.

You and Dean were coming around the corner, Dean seeing Kat just as she pulled the trigger. Dean grabbed you and threw the both of you back around the corner just in time.

"What the fuck?!" you yelled.

"Damn it. Damn it, don't shoot. It's us." Dean said, both of you still against the wall.

"Sorry. Sorry." Kat said.

"Son of a..." Dean said, coming around the corner, looking at the marks on the wall.

"What the hell are you two still doing here?" you asked, looking at Kat and Gavin.

"Where's Sam?" Dean asked when he noticed he wasn't there.

"He went to the basement. You called him." Gavin said.

"I didn't call anybody." Dean said.

"Oh, fuck." you breathed out, knowing that this couldn't be good.

"His cell phone rang. He said it was you." Kat said.

"Basement, huh?" Dean asked, looking over to you.

"Basement." you said.

"Alright." Dean said, grabbing some extra weapons. "Watch yourselves...and watch out for us." he said before the two of you headed to the basement.

"Sammy? Sam, you down here? Sam? Sam!" Dean called out.

"Come on, Sam!!" you yelled, Dean turning to see Sam standing right in front of him.

Dean jumped back, automatically raising his gun, "Man, answer us when we're calling you! You alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Sam answered.

"You sure?" you asked, looking him over, something seeming off about him.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Sam said.

"You know it wasn't me who called your cell, right?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I know. I think something lured me down here." Sam said.

"Well, you're right about that." you said.

"I think we know who, Dr. Ellicott." Dean said.

"That's what the spirits have been trying to tell us. I think that's what that one wanted me to see." you said.

"You haven't seen him, have you?" Dean asked Sam.

"No. How do you guys know it was him?" Sam asked.

"Dean found his log book." you said.

"Apparently he was experimenting on his patients, awful stuff, makes lobotomies look like a couple of aspirin." Dean said.

"Yeah, real fucked up shit." you said, shaking your head.

"But it was the patients who rioted." Sam said.

"Well, can you blame them, Sam?" you asked.

"Yeah, they were rioting against Dr. Ellicott. Dr. Feelgood was working on some sort of, like, extreme rage therapy. He thought that if he could get his patients to vent their anger then they would be cured of it." Dean said.

"Instead, it fuckin' backfired and only made them worse and worse and angrier and angrier. So, we're thinking, what if his spirit is doing the same thing? You know, being a dick even in the after life." you said.

"Think about it, the cop, the kids in the seventies. He was making them so angry that they became homicidal. Come on, we gotta find his bones and torch 'em." Dean said.

"How? The police never found his body." Sam said.

"The log book said he had some sort of hidden procedure room down here somewhere, where he'd work on his patients." Dean said.

"I know if I was a patient I'd drag his ass down here, do a little work on him myself, give him a taste of his own fuckin' medicine." you said.

"I don't know. It sounds kinda..." Sam trailed off.

"Crazy?" Dean filled in.

"Yeah." Sam said.

"Yeah. Exactly." Dean said.

Dean opened another door, and looked inside before gesturing with his head for you and Sam to follow.

"I told you guys. I didn't find a hidden room." Sam said, you and Dean checking the walls.

"Well, that's why they call it hidden." Dean said.

"You hear that?" you asked, what sounded like wind catching your attention, Dean nodding his head.

"What?" Sam nervously asked, as you and Dean looked around.

"There's a door here." Dean said, crouching down and holding his hand out, you quickly joining his side.

"Dean. Y/N." Sam said, pointing his gun at the two of you, a trickle of blood running from his nose. "Step back from the door."

"What the fuck are you doin', Sam?" you asked, your eyes on the gun as you stood up.

"Sam, put the gun down." Dean said, rising to his feet.

"Is that an order?" Sam asked.

"Nah, it's more of a friendly request." Dean said.

"Listen to him, Sam, put the fuckin' gun down." you said.

"'Cause I'm getting pretty tired of taking your orders." Sam said to Dean before turning to you, "Both of your orders."

"I knew it. Ellicott did something to you." Dean said.

"For once in your life just shut your mouth." Sam said, "That's all both of you do....talk."

"What are you gonna do, Sam? Guns filled with rock salt. It's not gonna kill us." Dean said.

Sam pulled the trigger, shooting Dean in the chest, the shot blasting him backwards through the hidden door.

"God damn it, Sam!" you yelled, looking behind you, trying to see Dean, Sam now aiming the gun at you.

"It may not kill you, but it will hurt like hell." he said, you turning just in time to see him pull the trigger.

You and Dean were both lying on the floor, both gasping for air after coming to.

"I...can't wait...to roast that motherfucker." you panted out, Dean looking over at you, making sure you were okay.

"Sam!" he said, Sam standing over the two of you. "We gotta burn Ellicott's bones and all this will be over, and you'll be back to normal." Dean said.

"I am normal. I'm just telling the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we even here? Cause you're following Dad's orders, and she's too scared to disappoint you and say anything. That's why she never goes against you. You always do what Dad says without question, and then she does what you say, like a trained dog. Are you that desperate for Dad's approval, Dean? Are you that desperate for Dean's, Y/N?" Sam asked.

"Fuck you." you spat out, looking up at him.

Sam chuckled, "Oh, here we go, the whole I'm so tough act. The I'm not scared of anything bullshit you always pull. Yeah, we can see right through that, Y/N. You aren't fooling anyone, just yourself. We both know that you're scared, scared that Dean's gonna realize what a freak you really are and toss you aside." Sam said, looking down at you.

"Like I said, fuck you." you seethed.

"This isn't you talking, Sam." Dean said.

"That's the difference between you guys and me. I have a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic like you two." Sam said.

"So, what are you gonna do, huh? Are you gonna kill us?" Dean asked.

"You know what, I am sick of doing what you guys tell me to do. We're no closer to finding Dad today than we were six months ago." Sam said.

"Well, then here. Let me make it easy for you." Dean said, holding out his gun to Sam. "Come on. Take it." Dean said.

"Real bullets are gonna work a hell of a lot better than rock salt." you said, going along with Dean, knowing that he had something up his sleeve.

"Take it!!" Dean yelled, Sam taking the gun and pointing it at Dean. "You hate us that much? You think you could kill your own brother? Your best friend? Then go ahead, pull the trigger. Do it!!" Dean yelled.

Sam pulled the trigger, but the chamber was empty. He tried again, and then once more, the result the same every time, giving Dean enough time to hit Sam, knocking him to the ground.

Both you and Dean got to your feet, Dean moving to stand over Sam, "Man, I'm not going to give you a loaded pistol." Dean said, Sam glaring up at him.

Dean delivered a vicious right cross to knock Sam out, almost falling over as he did so. "Sorry, Sammy." he said, patting Sam.

"Alright, let's go find those fuckin' bones and get this shit over with." you said, the two of you starting to look around the room.

"You know, you didn't seemed too freaked back there when I handed Sam my gun. You kinda just went with it." Dean said.

You shrugged your shoulders, "What can I say? I trust you." you said, noticing a bit of something sticking out of a closed cupboard, "I figured you had a plan." you added, nudging Dean to get his attention.

Dean moved closer to the cupboard and opened the door to find a mummified corpse, both of you flinching back and gagging.

"Jesus fucking Christ." you said.

"Oh, that's just gross." Dean said before salting the body. "Soak it up."

Dean dropped the salt container, and you passed him a small tin of kerosene. He squirted the body, both of you completely oblivious to the presence behind you until a gurney came flying across the room, knocking both of you to the ground.

Dr. Ellicott appeared in front of both of you, and reached down to grab Dean's face, his hand lighting up, "Don't be afraid. I'm going to help you. I'm going to make you feel all better." Ellicott said.

You crawled over to Dean's bag, quickly finding his lighter. You flicked it open and struck it before tossing it onto the mummified body.

Dr. Ellicott let go of Dean as his remains started to burn, Dean crawling out of the way, both of you watching as Ellicott's ghost turned black before falling to the ground and crumbling on impact.

"Take that...you crazy fuck." you said, Dean collapsing on the floor next to you.

"Thanks, Singer." he said.

"Anytime, De." you said, patting his arm, Sam starting to wake up.

You and Dean looked over at him as he flexed his jaw painfully.

"You're not going to try to kill us, are ya?" Dean asked.

Sam raised his hand to push at his jaw, "No." he said.

"Good...because that would be fuckin' awkward." you said.

The three of you were standing outside the asylum with Kat and Gavin, the sun shining brightly overhead.

"Thanks, guys." Kat said.

"Yeah, thanks." Gavin quickly added.

"No more haunted asylums, okay?" Dean said.

"Yeah, the next time you're looking for a date idea go with pizza, beer, and Zeppelin IV." you said, missing the way Dean's mouth turned up at the corner.

The three of you stood back and watched Kat and Gavin walk away, giving them one final wave goodbye before turning to the Impala.

"Hey, guys?" Sam said, you and Dean turning to look at him.

"I'm sorry. I said some awful things back there." Sam said, looking at the two of you apologetically.

"You remember all that?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. It's like I couldn't control it, but I didn't mean any of it." Sam said.

"You didn't, huh?" you asked, eyeing Sam, still feeling a little salty.

"No, of course not! Do we need to talk about this?" Sam asked.

"No, I'm not really in the sharing and caring kinda mood. I just wanna get some sleep." Dean said.

"Yeah, me too." you said, climbing into the car.

The three of you checked into a motel, the boys letting you grab the first shower this time.

You walked out about fifteen minutes later, "Next." you said, pulling on your gloves as you sat down on the end of the bed.

"Go ahead, Sam." Dean said, Sam getting up to walk to the bathroom.

Dean turned to you once Sam closed the bathroom door, "How bad did he get ya?" he asked.

"I'm fine. I've had worse." you said, Dean coming to sit next to you.

"Let me see." he said.

"I told you...I'm fine." you said, not wanting to worry him.

"Please?" he asked, needing to see for himself that you were okay.

You flopped back on the bed, sighing dramatically as you lifted your shirt, pulling it up just enough for him to see where you got hit, the shot hitting you right at the apex of your ribcage.

"See, just fine." you said, Dean ghosting his fingers over the already forming bruise.

Dean let out a slow breath, leaning down until his forehead rested on your stomach, his hands on either side of your waist, "Hey, I'm fine, okay? Just fine." you said, again, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders.

"I...you just really scared me." he said, turning his head to the side, still laying it on your stomach.

"I'm sorry." you said, your fingers moving to card through the hair on the back of his head, Dean raising his head to look up at you.

"I thought...I thought..." Dean said, trailing off, unable to say the words, his hands gripping your harder.

"Hey, I told you before that I wasn't going anywhere and I meant it." you said, the bathroom door opening, Dean quickly sitting up.

"I, uh, saved you some hot water." Sam said to Dean, trying not to look at you or his brother as you pulled your shirt down.

Dean looked over to you, as if he was asking your permission, "Go." you mouthed, Dean standing up and walking to the bathroom.

You moved up in the bed once the bathroom door closed, pulling back the covers before laying down on your side of the bed.

"Y/N, I really didn't mean that stuff." Sam quietly said.

"I know. Don't worry about it, Sammy. Everything's fine. Let's just get some sleep." you said before turning away from him.

You felt Dean's side of the bed dip a few minutes later, the lights in the room already out. He crawled into bed beside you and pulled you back into him, his arm coming to wrap around your waist, almost as if he was scared to not be touching you.

You could feel how tense he was, "Hey." you said, giving his arm a gentle squeeze, "Relax, okay? Everything's fine. Get some sleep, De. I'll still be here in the morning." you said, Dean still holding you tightly to him, but you could feel his body start to relax.

The three of you were sleeping, you and Dean tangled up in each other as a phone started to ring.

"Dean." Sam said, Dean not moving.

Sam frowned and grabbed Dean's phone from the night stand before checking the number and flipping it open.

"Hello." Sam said, listening a moment before sitting up straight in bed, "Dad?"

A/N: I just want to say a big thank you to everyone that takes the time to read this. I really appreciate it. I love hearing what you guys have to say. I'm a socially awkward train wreck, so I may not always reply, but I want you all to know that I truly appreciate each and every one of you. <3 <3

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zmediaoutlet · 4 years

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in support of Black Lives Matter, @scgemini donated $50, and requested ‘Jensen/Jeff sneaking around on set with peeping tom Jared.’ Thank you for donating!

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“Okay, everybody, we’re going to call that lunch. Crew, back at 1:30; cast at 2:00.”

Jared wasn’t even in the scene, but he relaxes. It’s boring in his trailer when he’s waiting to shoot coverage and, anyway, this is a fun crew. Greg the sound guy high-fives Jared as he heads for craft services and Tori the script supervisor invites him for beers later at their new favorite bar. “I’m so there,” Jared says. “In fact, I’m so there I’m actually already there, and I’m waiting for you to show!”

Tori grins at him, rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. See you later.”

Most everyone’s cleared out of the set already. There’s a little huddle going on near the screens as they work out something about--Jared doesn’t know, editing or whatever--but other than that, the cast and crew pretty much evaporate when lunch gets called. Means it’s pretty quiet, on the stages. Means there’s privacy, if anyone needs it.

Jensen was gone about one minute after the cut was called. Time enough to smile at people, shake the hand of the extra they’d brought in for the scene. Enough to be polite and not suspicious, and--well, who’d be suspicious? Jensen’s perfect. Jared’s oversensitive, maybe. With what he knows.

He’s still wearing Sam’s costume, from shooting a few scenes ago, and they’re going to pick up a Dean and Sam scene after lunch. The sneakers are soft, comfortable, nearly silent as he walks through the stages, getting further and further in. Darker, back here, with only the ambient lights high up in the ceiling illuminating things, and he sticks his hands in his pockets, tries to chill out. He doesn’t even know if what he’s looking for is going to be there. No need to get excited, before it’s time.

He passes the interior set for Bobby’s house, all tumbled props and fake dust. A motel shell, currently half-stripped for another new insane design. Furthest back is a bar set, this new roadhouse location they’re bringing in for next episode, and he hears--a laugh, and stops in his tracks, and has to take a deep breath.

It was an accident, the first time. He really didn’t know what he was walking into. It had been that episode with the shadow demons, when John Winchester met up with his sons again, and afterward they’d all gone drinking and Jeff bought everybody rounds--was charming, and funny, and awesome. Jared liked him a lot; Jensen liked him even more. They’d gone back to Jeff’s rental house for a few more drinks, after the bar, and Jared had gone to the bathroom and then he’d spent some time talking shit at Hank and Mike playing that basketball game on the Playstation, and then he’d realized Jeff and Jensen were MIA, and he’d looked in the kitchen and in the den, and he’d turned into the hall down to the bedrooms and he’d--

They’re here. Another laugh--Jensen says, “Shut up,” quiet but not quiet enough that it doesn’t carry, and Jeff says, a little louder, “Maybe you should make me,” and Jared bites the inside of his cheek. Every time. This happens every time there’s been a John Winchester scene, and he doesn’t know how he’s getting this lucky.

The roadhouse set has a big frame--wooden walls, a bar. He’s careful as he comes up to the side, listens careful. Jeff says, “Oh, that’s right,” dirty and nasty-low like Jeff’s voice can get, and Jensen makes a--sound, something Jared’s gotten to recognize. That’s Jensen turned on beyond belief, wanting something. Jared bites his lip, eases closer. Lines up, against the very edge of the set, and peeks around, and sees:

Oh, fuck. Jeff’s in street wear, with his coverage finished for the day; Jensen’s still in Dean’s hospital clothes, and Jeff has him crowded up against the edge of a pool table, his hands under the thin white shirt, his mouth up against the back of Jensen’s ear. They’re in profile to where Jared’s watching and the lights are dim, but Jared can still see how Jensen’s eyes slide shut and how he tips his hips back against Jeff’s crotch, how Jeff’s hand moves under the shirt and Jensen huffs out a low fuck.

“You said to be quiet,” Jeff says, low and teasing, and Jensen flails a hand back and grabs his hip, says, “Oh, fuck you,” and Jeff grins and kisses his shoulder. Soft, almost sweet, and Jared presses his temple against the set wall, hot and sick inside. God, they look good together. Comfortable, knowing each other’s bodies, and even that first time when Jeff had Jensen pressed against the wall in that hallway, practically eating his mouth, it looked--right. Like that was how it should be.

Jeff’s hand slides down Jensen’s stomach, palms at his dick through the thin hospital pants. “You ready?” he says, soft, and Jensen nods, fast. He’s so much cooler than Jared is--always calm, in control--except like this, with Jeff, and it just makes Jared’s dick throb, every time. Jared watches while Jeff undoes the drawstring on the pants, while he pushes them down along with the white boxers, and Jensen’s dick spills out, heavy and thick, dragging against the wood rail. Jeff gathers it up in a big hand, squeezes, and Jensen groans, loud enough that he covers his mouth with his own hand. “That’s right,” Jeff says, grinning big again, but then he’s probing at Jensen’s ass with his other hand, not asking, and Jensen props his hands on the pool table, his shoulders high and his head dropping, the line of his back curving down to where Jeff’s fingers are inside him.

It’s Jeff who groans, though, unexpected. “Oh, sweetheart,” he says, and Jensen smiles, eyes closed, tipping up his hips. “When did you manage that?”

“That break for the blown light,” Jensen says, and it’s quiet but it’s cocky. “Knew you’d want to take lunch. Was I right?”

Jeff kisses the back of his neck, his shoulder, says, “So right,” sounding almost dumb, and he’s fumbling his jeans open, drawing out his dick and pumping it, dark in the space between them, before Jared finally puts together--Jensen lubed himself up. On set. In costume, in a break between scenes. Jared feels his face go bright red, the heat searing up in his cheeks and throat, and he has to get a hand on his crotch, squeezing through his jeans, because--because that meant that when Jared was playing a quick match of Soul Calibur in his trailer, in the trailer next door Jensen was spreading his legs, getting his fingers wet, pushing--in---

A groan, two--Jeff, lining up, shoving inside. It’s fast, and Jensen’s rocked up against the table with the force. “God,” Jeff says, and gets his hands around Jensen’s bare hips. “You’re perfect.”

“So I’ve heard,” Jensen says, and braces his hands better, backs up, makes the angle better. His mouth opens, his back arching. “Ah--Jeff, come on--”

Jeff obeys. They always fuck hard, after all the teasing--no slow corkscrewing thrusts, no pausing. Every time Jared’s seen, the same. Jensen likes it, shoves back into it, wants it deep, fast, and his dick’s heavy and slapping against his thigh now, his shoulderblades popped out from how he’s bracing against the table, giving as good as he’s getting against the force of Jeff’s hips. Jeff holds him tight, rams him strong and good and steady, and Jared--he’s fucked a girlfriend in the ass, a few times, but they’ve always been doing him a favor and he’s given up on it because they clearly didn’t love it, and so--he has an idea of what it’s like, but he’s never had that. Never someone like Jensen, who clearly loves it, hard and flushed, throwing his head back at how good it feels, wanting it bad enough that he’s lubing himself up on a break and fucking at work--

“Jesus,” Jeff spits, “for fuck’s sake, Jen, I’m--” and shit, he’s close already--Jensen groans, goes down to his elbows on the table, and Jeff grips him tighter, shoves into him even harder, faster, chasing it, and Jared watches Jensen’s face the whole time and sees the tight turned-on ripple of pleasure when Jeff shoves up into him and groans, flexing, dumping inside him. Fuck’s sake is right--Jeff shoves in again, reflex, and Jensen’s mouth falls open, like it’s the hottest thing that’s happened to him in years.

Jeff folds over for a few seconds, forehead against Jensen’s back. “Lord in heaven,” he mumbles, and Jensen laughs breathlessly. Jeff pulls out slow, makes Jensen shudder--says, quiet, “Creamed you up, sweetheart,” and Jensen’s face spasms, and Jeff smiles like he knows--and then he spins Jensen around by the hips, kisses him on the mouth, and sinks down to his knees. Jared can see just enough above the corner of the pool table to see Jeff suck Jensen’s dick down at the same time that he burrows three fingers right into his open wet ass--and Jensen shoves his knuckles into his mouth, half-shouts fuck around them anyway, and it’s not long then, a handful of seconds with Jeff clearly working magic and Jensen caught between his mouth and his hand, before Jensen grips Jeff’s shoulder and goes stiff and comes nearly silently, aside from his heaving breath.

Jeff swallows. Jared breathes shaky, against wood. He never saw that before. Jeff swallows, and keeps rocking his fingers into Jensen’s ass even when he pulls back and let his dick fall wet and heavy from his mouth. “How was that, sweetheart?” he says, smiling and smug, and Jensen shakes his head, laughs, soft and shaky. His shoulders gleam with sweat in the dim light.

Jared’s hard enough that he feels like he’s going to pierce a hole through Sam’s jeans. He’s got to get out of here, got to find a quiet place to jerk off with this new image fresh and hot behind his eyes. Jeff finally drags his fingers out, pats Jensen’s ass. “That’s a wrap, champ,” he says, hearty as a little league coach. He stands up, does up his jeans, and when he looks up from that his head turns, and he looks Jared directly in the eye.

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alltingfinns · 4 years

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Back on my bullshit (somewhat later than previously expected) and finishing the rewatch of A Scandal in Belgravia:

“Thinking about what?” “Your blog counter-“

Is he changing the topic or answering the question? Technically he’s still tasked with the phone although, again technically, it was retrieval of the phone not gaining access to it. Maybe he’s just thinking about John’s blog, it does tend to occupy his mind more than it does John’s at times.

“How can we not know?” John sees himself and Hudson as the ultimate Sherlock experts. Not Mycroft or Lestrade. Could be a meta nod to the narrator and the foreshadower roles they play.

Pretty lady he doesn’t know calls him by name and asks him out and he’s like sure, kidnap away! I know he has a danger boner, but damnit Watson, get some survival instincts!!

Wonder if there’s a point to make us think Mycroft other than “plot twist not dead”. Technically Irene could have been revealed a number of surprising ways without invoking Mycroft, and there’s a callback later to John just wanting to meet at a cafe.

“Sherlock doesn’t follow me everywhere.” Famous words.

“He does that all anyway.” So why do you think he’s heartbroken, John? Why do you think Irene means so much to him?

“I’ll come after you if you don’t.” The classic “if you hurt him” threat.

“Oh I believe you.”

He starts off so calm but by her second refusal to tell Sherlock he’s huffing and puffing. Irene gets way under his skin.

He’s so angry and jealous. I just... the way he explodes out “What do you usually say? You’ve texted him a lot!”

John just cares so much more about those texts than Sherlock ever does.

He just can’t fathom the possibility that Sherlock didn’t reply because he didn’t care.

Now we come to some infamous precise wording from John Watson:

“Are you jealous?”

“We’re not a couple.”

As you know, jealousy in difference from envy, involves an element of possession. Therefor it is usually associated with couples, which John and Sherlock aren’t at this point. At least not officially. But John is possessive of Sherlock, and is sensitive to someone like Irene taking him away.

“I am not actually gay”. John isn’t gay (in the strictly homosexual meaning rather than the more general queer meaning) as we saw earlier with him checking out the pretty lady.

Although thinking about it, that was just after he asked Hudson about Sherlock’s romantic history, so he may have been overcompensating. That’s probably what lowered his guard, the relief of getting to confirm his attraction to women post haste.

“But I am.” She mentions male lovers at different points, but she also uses her sexuality and understanding of others wants in a transactional way. So does she mean strictly-into-binary-women-lesbian or generally queer? It’s placed in opposition (and simultaneously not) to John’s statement, so probably the former.

“Look at us both.” John’s chuckle is a real “you got me there”.

John looks so vulnerable when he realizes what Sherlock just heard. But Irene knows that John isn’t ready to confront a Sherlock who knows how John feels, and uses that fear against him. Who knows what might have happened if John had just pushed through.

Sherlock’s eyes going back and forth indicates he’s deducing while walking. Depending on how much he heard there are two possibilities, 1) he’s trying to figure out how Irene is alive or 2) how John can be “not gay” for him. 1) is unlikely as he surely must have been tight enough on John’s heels to at least have caught the tail end of her explanation, but all options should be considered. With 2) some of you may wonder why he doesn’t need to deduce Irene being into him, because you forgot that she’s been flirting at him non stop.

Sherlock deduces some assholes messed with the wrong landlady.

Ok so how did Sherlock get back so much faster than John? Because you almost think he walked back, but even if he got a cab, why does John take so long? Maybe the fanfics are right and Sherlock is just magically better than John at summoning cabs.

Sherlock is impatient for John to take Hudson away so he can deal out justice without doing it infront of her or leaving her alone downstairs.

“Oh! That was right on my bins.” Classic!

Hudson is so important to Sherlock. Wonder if we’ll ever get their full story?

John smiling at Sherlock’s softness.

Sherlock probably realized there were more than pictures back when the Americans first showed up. Hence why he’s preoccupied with getting into it while John is preoccupied with Irene and what she means to Sherlock.

Oooh! The Netflix subtitles turned John’s “so she’s alive then” to “in other words she lied”. Technically both works, she lied about being dead which is kind of rude.

Also John please.

Drink in hand. “How are we feeling about that?” “Do you think you’ll be seeing her again?”

You know how people are John? I think this is a case of John is people. Irene shows up in one short story, bests Sherlock and leaves to live happily ever after with her husband. He notes that she’s remarkable as the only woman to defeat him and keeps her picture. (Which honestly is no different from how he asks John to remind him of Norbury, he wants to remember his mistakes.) Yet the mainstream view is that she is his greatest love, and people have written books where she returns to have a daughter with him.

Fucking straight culture.

Sherlock sending Irene a happy new year text like “there, John, you see? She. Is. Not. Special!!”

“You think she’s my girlfriend because I am X-raying her possessions?”

Fucking. Straight. Culture.

“They do, don’t they?” If you’re following Molly’s line of thought and thinking of people in love, I hate to break it to you Sherlock. You’ve been head over heels for one sharpshooting doctor for a while now.

Molly’s threatened by how Irene “loves to play games”. That is how John sees it; Irene seems like a perfect female counterpart to Sherlock. His jealousy of Irene is basically an expansion of his jealousy of Moriarty in the previous episode. Both John and Molly worry that they’re too boring for Sherlock.

Sherlock’s look while John details his ludicrously circumventional plan for getting the phone is priceless.

1058 = 2 * 23 * 23 if that means anything.

John’s look just before “Hamish!” is amazing.

Speaking of, his outburst is retroactively so much funnier after Sign of Three. Sherlock having to get ahold of his birth certificate to learn what the H is for, and John just gives it up when he thinks Irene and Sherlock are about to make babies.

Sherlock’s eyebrow. “I had to owe Mycroft a favor John. Do you understand the pain of that? John, I asked you directly so many times. You don’t even like her! Jooohn!”

The focus on John’s mug. Is she directing John’s attention at Sherlock by directing her attention to Sherlock? Is that the play she’s been building up for? (Note that if this was about Sherlock falling for her there would be no reason to involve John as much as she has at this point.)

Confirmed by how his deduction is followed by looking at John first. Since that cab ride he has lived for impressing John with his deductions.

Sherlock’s struggle with placing 007. He didn’t learn it for casework so it isn’t in his mind palace, but he learned about it because of John so it is still lingering at the edges of his memories. Also, been there. When you know there’s something but you can’t place it, probably a rare feeling for him.

Moriarty blowing away the letters with a fart noise. Another classic!

Totally forgot how much drama they put into Mycroft here. It’s more than a failed operation.

Sherlock: “WWII story”

Irene: “Have you had sex? Like, ever?”

She’s hungry, he isn’t. No means no, Irene, no means no.

Is it just me or is it kind of convenient that John isn’t there for the climax? Did Irene chase him away somehow?

Driver’s like “look man, our job is to get you to the airport. We don’t care whatever it is you’re rambling about.”

Wonder what the time lapse here is, seeing as the American intelligence officer (did I forget his name or did we never get it) is up and about.

Best way to let your younger sibling know they messed up, give them a ticket to a haunted house style airplane of dead people.

Well whaddya know? Scenes believed to be completely played for laughs were part of the main plot all along. How very interesting. It’s almost like there’s some thought behind the writing. Like things being played for laughs have something more going on.

This scene is where the parallels to The Private Life become glaring. Mycroft telling Sherlock off for halting an operation by getting compromised by a woman.

“Don’t be absurd.” Again, Sherlock deduced to impress John, so he doesn’t feel described by Mycroft here. Because Irene’s play was too subtle for the Holmes brothers to understand.

Mycroft “didn’t know”. He thought Sherlock would be safe from Irene because he knows Sherlock’s gay, but now he doubts. He doesn’t know that Irene acted through John.

Ahh, six months. That makes sense. Still, the guy should probably still have some breathing irregularity from that punctured lung.

Mycroft’s eyebrow raise at Irene’s demands. That high of a figure, huh?

Moriarty’s name is what turns Sherlock’s cogs. Mycroft helpfully supplies that Jim’s been trying to get his attention. Moriarty was dissuaded from killing him and John by a phone call from someone who had something he desperately wanted, and he was necessary for Irene to use what she had to get to Mycroft. She made the call.

People have mentioned this before but it bears repeating: why are you bringing up John? Also, why are you calling him Watson?

When he says “I know” does that mean he knows that she only made that the code as part of the role she played as being in love with him? He does say “got caught up in the game”.

Which I guess means he’s telling her “don’t method act, you silly”

“Okay, I’m meeting you at a cafe like you wanted.” “Wtf, Mycroft, that wasn’t even your underling I said it to!”

Ffs Mycroft! John was finally starting to realize Sherlock didn’t feel that way about her.

Que the piratelock AUs.

The things going on here. The last minute decision on what to say, opting for the comfortable lie. Sherlock very aware of that in ways John can’t known. “Please.” John somehow still preoccupied with her texts.

I’ve seen at least one fanfic mention that Sherlock probably felt he owed her for the pool rescue. Also he isn’t really inclined towards people dying whatever people seem to think.

The woman. She did beat him. He may have gotten the upper hand in the last inning*, but she did get him to play into her hands. Keeping the phone, means keeping a reminder of his own vulnerabilities.

Because ASiB is spread out over so much time, and someone has pointed out that Hudson wears a dress that is brand new in THoB, this scene takes place after the fireside. (I really should have checked for the dress in ASiB, get a proper timeline.) Maybe he’s laughing because he feels that she taught him to master his emotions.

Next up: My personal favorite of this series. Coming whenever it does. Time is a construct.

*) I’m not even sure what sports has innings. Is it baseball? It’s probably baseball.

#rebecka’s sherlock rewatch #sherlock #johnlock #jealous john watson #john watson is a disaster #john watson is bi #mycroft holmes

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Fun’s for Free: Chapter 1 - Roger x (fem)Reader

Summary: It’s 1978 and you’re a music journalist assigned to follow Queen on their North American tour. Only problem is the magazine you write for has not been kind to the band in the past, and someone has a hard time letting that go.

In this “episode”: We’re setting the tone here. Consider this a prologue of sorts.

Word Count: ~3.3K

Warnings: language is about all you’re going to encounter this time (wink wink)

Tagging: @sunshine112 @culturefiendtrashqueen (I think you asked to be permatagged! If it wasn’t you, I’m sorry!) If you want on the tag list, let me know!

[A/N: Being that this is fiction, the time of one particular critic quote being used in here is off, but all are verbatim quotes that have been made about both “News of the World” and “Jazz” in a certain publication. Also, this is the “Jazz” tour that happened 5 or 6 months after their European tour for “NOTW.”]

You’re starting to get impatient, tapping your fingers on the conference room table, listening to everyone else discuss their story proposals they’re throwing out to the editor, Mike, before he doles out the new assignments for the month. Working for a music magazine was your dream job, but you quickly realized that it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. At least for you. You were always assigned the stories no one else wanted to touch – one of the “benefits” to being at the bottom of the proverbial totem pole. You almost felt like you were being taunted every month when you had to sit in on these staff meetings because you knew you’d never get assigned anything you actually wanted to do. Sure, every now and then you’d get a good one, but those were few and far between.

“Y/N,” Mike calls out. “I have a big one for you.” You start to groan inside, trying to figure out what ridiculous venture he was going to send you on this time. He walks behind you and puts his hands on your shoulders, something he always did before giving you bad news. “How does two months away from my bullshit sound?”

You turn and glare at him, dreading what he was going to tell you. “Jesus, Mike, if you want to get rid of me…”

He starts to howl in his laughter. “Never,” he says as he pats one hand on your shoulder. “Why do you always think the worst?”

“Because you always give me the worst,” you chuckle. “So what is it? Sending me to a war zone this time? Clearly it’s something nobody else wants to touch.”

“Well, it does have the potential to be one,” you hear Candice, the assistant editor laugh from across the room.

You glare at Mike with a profound sense of worry and see he’s still laughing. “Oh, it won’t be that bad.” After dismissing everyone else and clearing the room, he sits next to you and gives you a cheesy smile, which only makes your concern grow more. “Calm down. I’m not sending you to Guatemala.”

“Just spit it out, Mike,” you groan as you drop your head into your hands, anticipating the dread he was about to bestow on you.

“England. You have your passport, right?” His stupid smile never left his face, and you start to glare.

“Two months in England?” you ask suspiciously. It sounded almost too good to be true. “What’s the catch?”

“No, just a week in England,” he informs you. “You’re going on a tour.”

“A tour of what?”

“Not a tour of anything. You’re going on tour. You’re writing about a certain big name rock group on their North American tour.”

Your mind starts to race as you look at his cheesy grin, trying to remember what bands are going to be touring here soon, then your mouth drops with dread. “No, Mike. You can’t do this to me.”

“A dream come true, yeah?” he snickers.

“No!” you yell. “After the reviews Barry gave them? Are you fucking kidding me? Send Barry!”

“Barry turned it down,” Candice says. “So did…”

“It doesn’t matter,” Mike interrupts and turns back to you. “I think you’d be perfect for it.”

“Why? Because you’re some sadist who gets off knowing you’re throwing me to a pack of wolves?” You keep trying to protest, but he just sits there with that stupid smile you want to slap right off of him. “How much do you think we’re even going to get out of them? This magazine has been brutal to them.”

“That’s why I want you to go,” he tells you. “Because I think you hate us more than they do.”

“This is going to be a disaster,” you mumble. “But, fine, I’ll do it. I have no choice. I need to pay rent.”

“Great!” Candice exclaims. “You leave in three days. I’ll have your plane ticket for you tomorrow.”

“When is this ‘journalist’ supposed to get here?” Roger grumbles. “I don’t want to be here.”

“You’ll have to face him at some point,” John chuffs. “He’ll be with us the whole tour.”

“She,” Miami corrects. “They’re sending a girl. Y/N something. I never heard of her before”

“Perfect. They can’t even send someone who knows what they’re doing,” Roger groans. “Not that I expect anything less from a magazine that said Genesis was better than us. Fucking Genesis. ‘More listenable and far superior’ is what they said.”

Freddie starts laughing loudly. “You take things too personally. When have any critics liked us?”

“I believe they once called you a Robert Plant knock off, Fred,” Roger reminds him.

Freddie’s laughter just gets louder. “I’ll knock off Robert Plant any day as long as I keep getting the money I do.”

“You can all play nice with whoever she is but I intend to…” Roger is cut off before he can finish.

“If she’s pretty we all know what you intend to do,” John quips.

“Oh fuck off,” Roger groans as he walks away, but not without continuing to yell. “Fascists! They called us a fascist rock band! That was this week!” He keeps yelling but no one is paying him attention anymore.

You’re standing in the doorway, hearing all of this going on, feeling like you’ve just witnessed your death. There is no way you can muster the strength to walk in there and introduce yourself now. “This is going to be a fucking nightmare,” you mumble under your breath.

“Ah, Rog must have read the new review,” you hear someone say behind you. Startled, you quickly turn around and your face is eye level with a chest, which you realize belongs to Brian May once you look up. “You’d think after all this time he wouldn’t get so mad about critics. The rest of us find them funny.” He looks down to you and smiles. “I’m assuming you’re our shadow for the next couple of months,” he says as he holds out his hand. “Brian May, nice to meet you.”

You smile and shake his hand, thankful to know there’s at least one person who won’t want to grind you into mulch. “Y/N Y/L/N, and yes. I’m the shadow.” You turn your head and peek back into the rehearsal room. “Maybe I should come back tomorrow,” you mumble.

“Today’s just fine,” he tells you with his soft, calming voice. “Come on,” he puts his hand on your shoulder and walks you in. All eyes in the room immediately dart to you, and you’ve suddenly been overwhelmed with a great sense of intimidation. “This is Miss Y/L/N. She’s…”

“Ah, the writer,” Miami interjects as he scampers over to to shake your hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Jim…”

“Call him ‘Miami,’” you hear Freddie say with a laugh. “He prefers that. What are we supposed to call you?”

“Y/N,” you reply. “Please no ‘Miss’ anything. I hate formalities.”

John walks over to you with a smile on his face and a quiet giggle. “He’ll have a new name for you in a few days.” You give him a smile and shake his hand.

“Come sit, darling. I need to know all about you,” Freddie says as he pats the floor next to him. You glance back at Brian who is giving you an encouraging grin and join Freddie on the floor of the mock stage that’s set up.

For the next 20 minutes you happily answer their questions, and they yours, of course. None of this was on the record, more of an introductory chat with the people you are going to practically be living, eating and sleeping with for the next two months. To say you’re relieved is an understatement. No matter their status in the music world, they were all extremely down to earth and quite charming, so much so that you completely forgot about the scene you witnessed earlier, until…

“You must be the journalist,” you hear Roger hiss with an emphasis on the “t.” No one even noticed him walk over.

You start to stand up and introduce yourself. “Yeah, I’m…” But he stops you.

“Yeah, okay,” he mumbles and walks over to his drum kit. You press your lips together and sit back down, attempting to start your conversation up again, when Roger starts to beat his drums with an obnoxious and incessant pace, seeming to be doing so purposely to annoy you, at least that’s what you gather from the smug look he’s giving you. “Are we here to rehearse or chat up the broad?” he yells.

You roll your eyes and chuckle at his juvenile behavior, as do the others, and walk to the other side of the room to talk to Miami. “Do they ever take a break?” you ask. “They just finished Europe a few months ago.”

All he can do is laugh. “No, they don’t. And it’s exhausting.”

“I saw them in New York last year. They’re phenomenal.” His eyes grow wide with shock. “Just because one of our critics is rough doesn’t mean we all hate them,” you giggle. “I happen to be a fan.”

After three hours – and a lot of wondering as to how they manage to go for hours without passing out – they finish for the day and everyone heads for the door. You’re standing outside, your suitcases at your feet, watching everyone pile into their cars and have no idea what you’re supposed to do or where you’re supposed to be going. The first to leave is Roger, and he does so just as obnoxiously as he beat on his drums earlier, tearing out of the parking lot like he was in a hurry. “You can ride with me,” Brian says from behind. You turn and give him a curious look and he starts to laugh. “We’re going to the house.”

“Oh, I thought I was supposed to go…”

“No, you’re stuck with us,” he smiles and shrugs. “Sorry.”

When he pulls up to the house, you see everyone else walking inside, feeling intimidated all over again for reasons you don’t know. “I can go to a hotel if I’ll be in the way,” you tell him. “I don’t want to intrude or anything.”

“You’re not intruding. We’ll go inside, I’ll help you get your things to your room, then you’re joining us for dinner.” He takes note of your raised eyebrow and right lips and tries to be more reassuring. “And after dinner, Roger and Deaky will probably go to the pub, Fred will do whatever it is he does, Jim will go to bed and…” He stops and laughs. “You’re not intruding.”

You start to rub your eyes with your fingers and join in the laughter. “This is just too much,” you say with a sigh. “I just got thrown into this 4 days ago. Never had the chance to mentally prepare for any of it.” You drop your hands in your lap and give a shy smile. “And it’s not like everyone is exactly happy that I’m here.”

He throws his head back and laughs quietly. You quickly picked up that everything he does is done quietly (even when he was arguing during rehearsal earlier) and that’s why you felt comfortable around him. He wasn’t intimidating at all. “Ignore him,” he tells you. “He isn’t fond of people calling him a fascist.”

“No one called him a fascist,” you laugh. “I surely didn’t call him one. He needs to grow up. I didn’t write any of that crap.”

After getting settled in your room and freshening up, you head out the door to join everyone for dinner. “What are you doing here?” you immediately hear Roger grunt. “Are you going to be everywhere we go? We get no privacy at all?”

“Nice to see you, too,” you groan as you roll your eyes. “And don’t worry, I won’t be everywhere. You’ll have all the privacy you need in the bathroom.”

You start to walk away, but he isn’t done snipping. “That’s a shame. You’d probably have the thrill of your life if you got to watch me shower.”

“Don’t count on it. I’ve seen John Bonham naked. That was a thrill.” You turn and walk away, smirking to yourself. If he wanted to keep being testy with you, you were going to dish it back. You didn’t have the desire or the patience to deal with some arrogant asshole.

You walk into the dining room where you hear everyone talking and wave. “There she is!” Freddie calls out. “Come sit.” You take your seat next to him and exchange your pleasantries with everyone. “We were just discussing where we’re going to put you on the bus.”

“Fuck’s sake, put her with the equipment,” Roger groans as he sits down. “She doesn’t need to be with us every second.”

You slam your hands on the table, finally having had enough of his bullshit. “Look, I don’t know what your problem is, but…”

“She’s riding with us,” John snaps. “If you have a problem with it, you can ride with the equipment.”

Roger’s eyes glare at you, ignoring what John just told him. “My problem is that out of all the so-called journalists we can possibly have with us, they let someone from your piece of shit magazine come along. And you…”

“Stop it, Rog,” Freddie snaps, but he doesn’t.

“… waltz in here like …”

“Ignore him,” Freddie leans over and whispers. “He’s a bitter old hag sometimes.” You can help but giggle, and when Roger sees that, he becomes even more enraged.

But you take Freddie’s advice and ignore him, instead of baiting him like you want to, and decide to focus on Freddie. “What city are you most looking forward to?”

“New Orleans!” he exclaims. “We have a ridiculous party planned for the album release. It’s going to be absolutely salacious.”

The rest of dinner was spent talking to everyone except Roger, who was sitting at the end of the table, silently seething over the fact that everyone was getting along with you, which only encouraged you to be even more chipper than usual. You normally give everyone a chance after meeting them even when you don’t take to them immediately. You’ve dealt with this before – many times in fact – on your other assignments, and those that you got off on the wrong foot with usually always ended up being pretty cool, but you decided hours ago that you didn’t like Roger. You weren’t being fooled into thinking the feeling wasn’t mutual. You don’t know why you weren’t going to give him a chance. It’s not like he was being terrible – you’ve dealt with worse. And his attitude wasn’t nearly the worst you’ve encountered. There was just something about him that grated your nerves and you can’t quite pinpoint what it is. What you do know is that you’re taking great pleasure in knowing your mere presence is bothering him.

“Come to the pub,” John insists as everyone is standing up from the table. You can hear Roger groaning in the background, which, of course, makes you want to go, but you’re insanely tired and just want to go to bed.

“Thanks for the invite, but I’m really tired,” you reply with a smile, before hearing Roger start to mock you. “I had a long trip,” you explain, and his mocking gets louder as he walks to the door to leave. You’re trying hard to ignore him, but it’s hard to do. “You know what? Let’s go,” you tell John. “I could use a drink.” John smiles and throws an arm around your shoulder, walking you out the door.

You made sure you didn’t drink too much, just enough to relax and get a slight buzz. Drinking didn’t make Roger relax, at all, having the opposite effect in fact. It seemed like all he wanted to do was argue with you, and you happily obliged.

“‘More of the same dull pastiche,’ you idiots said,” he spit out. “If you hate our album so much why are you here?” he asked you.

You roll your eyes and grunt. “I didn’t write that. I never even heard the new album.” He starts to sarcastically chuff and tries to say something but you don’t give him the chance. “He hated your last album too, but I…”

“What’s your name anyway?” he asks with slightly furrowed brows. “Wait, are you the one who did that interview with Zeppelin back in…”

You start to laugh. “How do you think I got to see Bonham naked?” You raise your eyebrow and give him a smirk as you take a sip of your drink. John is finding the whole scene amusing and can’t stop laughing.

“Do you make it a habit to see drummers naked? I need to know so I can make sure I’m covered at all times.”

“Nah,” you say before you take a slow drag on your cigarette. “Only those I find impressive, so you don’t have anything to worry about.” You give him a sarcastic wink and take another sip of your drink, making a mental note of the narrowed eyes he’s shooting in your direction.

John starts to choke in his laughing fit and quickly finishes his beer. “I think it’s time to go now,” he says and grabs your arm, pulling you out of your seat and out the door before Roger has the chance to say anything back.

“I have a feeling this is going to be terrible,” you moan to Mike on the phone. “Everyone is lovely, but that fucking drummer…”

He starts to roar with laughter. “You always have issues with the drummers, Y/N. Why?”

“Because they’re all so cocky and carry a grudge against the world,” you sigh. “This one, though. Can you believe he can sit there and rattle off every negative thing that Barry ever wrote? And he’s blaming me for it.” You’re starting to get annoyed just thinking about it. “I’m sure it’ll get better. It’s just not exactly a great first impression. I’ve dealt with worse.”

“Just get us a good article out of all of this and I’ll see you when you’re in New York next month,” Mike chuckles before hanging up the phone. You roll your eyes as you do the same and when you turn around, Roger starts fussing.

“I will have you know that I absolutely carry a grudge. I am very proud of what we’ve done and…”

You hold a hand up telling him to stop. “For someone so worried about privacy, you don’t care about invading the privacy of others,” you snap. “And how many times to I have to tell you that I didn’t write anything negative about you or the band?” He opens his mouth to talk, but you hold your hand up again. “I’m tired. I’m cranky. And your ridiculous whining is now starting to bore me.” His eyes follow you as you walk away, wanting so bad to snip at you, but he can’t. “And stop looking at my ass,” you yell out as you head down the hallway.

When you disappear, and as Roger is standing there speechless, John and Freddie walk up to him, chuckling. “Don’t say a fucking word,” he fusses them. “She’s beautiful, yes, but she’s a nightmare.”

#roger taylor #roger taylor x y/n #roger taylor x fem reader #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x you #roger taylor fanfiction #roger taylor fic #roger taylor fanfic #roger taylor smut #fun’s for free #my stuff

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tessatechaitea · 4 years

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Justice League Annual #1 (1987)

Martian Manhunter has five thousand different super powers compared with the one super power of the rest of the team (Black Canary's sonic scream. The other "super powers" are just technological accessory based).

If this comic book isn't about Martian Manhunter's addiction to Oreo cookies then what am I even doing with my life? The only reason I love Martian Manhunter is that he loves Oreo cookies and I view him as the father I never had. Whenever I had a problem growing up, I would think, "What advice would Martian Manhunter give me?" And that's why I was so fat in Junior High School because the answer was always "Eat more Oreos." I know Martian Manhunter's eventual addiction is to "Choco's" but fuck Choco's. Fuck them like every other off-brand Oreo cookie. They fucking suck. Speaking of things that suck, this dick isn't going to suck itself. Now picture me pointing at the comic book because I need to read it. That's how I begin reading all of my comic books. And I say it loudly so the neighbors will think, "Oh boy! That guy next door isn't a nerd at all! Total sex maniac!" The "Hunting the Manhunter" blurb on this cover reminds me that Millennium is coming up and I think I hated that? No, no. I'm sure I loved it! There are two things I couldn't get enough of in my teen years and comic books was the second one of them. Kord Industries has bought some property in the middle of Ultra-Nowhere, South America, and some of its employees have gone off to scout the location.

Wasn't that the episode with the shape-changing hottie who loves sucking the salt out of men? You know what I'm talking about. Also she was probably a male monster posing as a female monster. Proof of that theory is that every single episode of the first season of the original Star Trek could also have been the name of a gay bar.

Inside the abandoned research facility, the Kord employees encounter pretty much the same thing Kirk, Spock, and the other one encountered:

Vampire John Travolta! It's possible I'm misremembering the Star Trek episode.

While on monitor duty, Guy Gardner discovers that large groups of people on four different continents seem to be under the control of a single will and Batman asks Martian Manhunter, "Do you think this is League business?" What the fuck else would be, Bat-Turd?! A new Internet fad like planking or the Harlem Shuffle? I mean, it totally could be that except that the Internet doesn't really exist during this story. I mean if you want to be a pedant about it, I suppose the teenage Internet across college campuses. But nobody likes a pedant so just shut the fuck up and live in my reality while you're reading my stupid comic book review. Just take the fucking Red Pill and relax! Except don't do that because the idea of The Matrix Red Pill has been co-opted by the worst of humanity who think they're somehow the most logical and philosophical people on the planet when they're really just awful monsters rationalizing all of their mean desires.

How did people come away from reading this comic book hating Guy Gardner and not also despising Batman?

The Justice League splits up into teams of two to cover the mass hypnosis issues in Paris, Tokyo, Sydney, and Los Angeles. I'm not sure Batman knows how to balance teams because he sends Doctor Fate and Martian Manhunter together while leaving Mister Miracle with Blue Beetle. Here are my teams: Guy Gardner with Blue Beetle because Blue Beetle is effectively worthless and Guy Gardner has the most powerful weapon in the universe. Batman would go with Black Canary because her sonic scream is sort of like a bat's echo location. Martian Manhunter would go with Scott Free because they're both aliens. And Booster Gold would team up with Doctor Fate because their outfits match. Blue Beetle and Mister Miracle head to L.A. with some, um, problematic dialogue? I think?

This is an "anal sex/everybody in Hollywood is gay" joke, right?

With newer comic books, a scan of 620 pixels (basically the width of the main column of the blog (although I think the width changed when I added the Goodreads app. I should probably fix it so the 620 pixel pictures stop bleeding off into the right-hand frame (if you're reading this on Tumblr, just ignore it. Just ignore everything since Tumblr fucked up their code and now I can't even center pictures or get the captions to sit snugly right up underneath the scans))) was usually enough to read the dialogue clearly. But with these old comics on newsprint, they're fuzzier and the font seems much smaller. Sorry about that but I won't betray my artistic integrity by scanning less than the full panel! At least not in this case is my defense against the pedants who can easily find many examples of me doing exactly that. First Black Canary is treated like shit by Batman and now she teams up with Booster Gold who can't stop hitting on her until she reminds him she's a competent limb-breaker. This must be the kind of comics Comicsgaters wish we could return to! "Remember when women were treated as sexual objects and not one member of the Justice League was Black and constantly said, 'Booyah!'? What great times!" Black Canary and Booster Gold become John Travolta Vampire slaves almost immediately because Batman chose the improper team pairings. It's bad enough that Batman would fail at making proper pairings but it's extra bad when Batman is being written by a writer and the writer made that choice. I mean, how do you pass up the opportunity to team Booster Gold with Doctor Fate?! They would look so fucking good together! Batman and Guy Gardner (you know how you can tell Hal Jordan is the real Green Lantern? Because people will say "Green Lantern" when discussing him instead of "Hal Jordan") wind up in Tokyo where Doctor Light is all, "Hello, boys! I'm a vampire now!" Then she blinds the fuck out of them because Batman forgot to put on his Bat-sunglasses.

Batman steals this move from Doctor Light in the next regular issue.

Doctor Light kisses Batman and he's all, "Yeah, yeah. Okay. Okay. I get it. Being a vampire is pretty awesome. No wonder writers write vampire versions of me every other year or so."

I don't think the editors briefed Willingham on what Beetle's Bug can and can't do.

Beetle lands at Kord West and is immediately swamped by John Travolta Vampire's thralls. So he does the thing he does in nearly every comic book except the one where Maxwell Lord shoots him in the head: he runs away. But he doesn't run fast enough and winds up possessed aboard the Bug with Mister Miracle. The story hints that Miracle gets possessed just after the scene changes but he's Scott Free, the world's greatest escape artist! I would guess he'd be the one to save everybody else but judging from the cover, it's Martian Manhunter who keeps from getting possessed. In Australia, Doctor Fate wades into a group of infected people because he's a gigantic arrogant prick. He's all, "I'm a frickin' Lord of Order, assholes! I know a spell that can get to the root of this problem!" And then the Vampire John Travolta is all, "I'll kill Kent Nelson if you don't leave his body." And Doctor Fate is all, "Well, J'onn, I've gotta go! Nice hanging out with you! Ta ta!" Which leaves Martian Manhunter as the only person left on Earth who isn't infected (or at least the only person left who is in this story). I bet that's pretty lonely. But Martian Manhunter is used to being lonely. I wonder if he's capable of making his right hand into a female martian so he can fuck it? Martian Manhunter has no idea what he's dealing with so he puts on Doctor Fate's helmet to gain all of the other powers that he didn't already have without it. But only for a few seconds because Superman would never be able to get an erection again if he found out Martian Manhunter had all of his powers and could also do magic. J'onn wears the helmet just long enough to learn what Doctor Fate learned about the contagion: it's a sentient cell! It's smart cancer! And I guess Vampire John Travolta was Patient Zero. Now J'onn just has to figure out how to fight Smart Cancer. I don't even know how he'll defeat it because I just looked up Smart Cancer in the Who's Who to read about its weaknesses and wouldn't you know it? There's no entry for Smart Cancer! Maybe it was in an update that I don't own. Like that version of Who's Who that was just loose pages to stick in a binder! I have that one too but it's possible I just didn't buy all of the expansion packs. Martian Manhunter heads to the source of the contagion to meet Smart Cancer head on. What he finds is a boss from Castlevania.

When you have thousands of people at your disposal, is the most effective way to use them shoving them together into one giant person?

The first thing Smart Cancer's Granfaloon does is try to smash J'onn with its people fist. In effect, it's smashing a dozen people head first into the ground so that dirt sprays up all over the place. So I guess a dozen or so people are now dead, right? It's not like Smart Cancer gave them invulnerability to massive head wounds.

I think this panel is the one where all the Justice League editors through their hands up in resignation and sighed, "I guess the Justice League is ridiculous now."

Martian Manhunter realizes, like me, how fucking stupid Smart Cancer is to put all of its people in one gigantic people-shaped basket. Since all the minds are linked, he realizes he can throw the Fate helmet on one of the people and Doctor Fate can possess Smart Cancer. It works but only for a limited amount of time. Doctor Fate can't hold that many people under his sway. But Doctor Fate does know who can control Smart Cancer: the martian! He can shapeshift his cells into some kind of prison or something. I don't know. It was explained in the most basic medical and scientific terms but they were still beyond my attention span. In the end, Martian Manhunter contained the Smart Cancer in him and that's where it lives now? Oh, and speaking of "the end," check out this clever and titillating final panel:

"Why's it gotta be the ass of the only woman on the team?" I say while pulling my pants down.

Justice League Annual #1 Rating: What?! I don't rate annuals! I mean, maybe sometimes I rate annuals. This one was okay. It was sort of interesting but I was disappointed that Vampire John Travolta wasn't the actual enemy. I hope Smart Cancer fights its way out of J'onn and makes another appearance later.

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Dean Winchester x named reader (eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you’re triggered by any of these then please don’t read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there’s reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it’s the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Wendigo part 3

Season one. Episode Three.

Dead In The Water (Part 1)

You looked at the clock beside your motel bed, it read 2 am. "Perfect." You mumbled and got it of the bed. Dean was on the ground sleeping like a baby and Sam was in the other bed, surprisingly sleeping too. You took out a paper and started writing.

"Sam, Dean,

You guys were right, there are a lot of things in not telling you guys, I'm not telling anyone. Maybe that's why you can't trust me completely. And I can't go hunting with people who can't trust me. I'm sorry, I really am but I have to leave but I promise I'll do everything I can to help you guys find John. Hunting with the two of you really made me happy, but I gotta go now.

Alex."

You left the letter in the nightstand and left one of your gun over it. You quickly got your duffle bag and got out of the room. You hot wired a car from the parking lot and drive away into the night, not exactly knowing where to go.

******

You circled yet another article on the paper as you sat in the coffee shop. you haven't solved any case every since you left the Winchesters and it was driving you crazy. There was no lead on John either, it felt like your entire life purpose was failing right before your eyes. You already missed the brothers even though you haven't spent much time with them yet. See, this is what you were afraid of, getting attached to them.

"You want another coffee?" The waitress said and you looked at already 8 empty espresso ships cups and shook your head. "no, I think it's fine, I'll just pay now." You said going her your best fake smile.

"It's ok, we got it." A voice said and you turned around with wide eyes. There stood the Winchesters with all of their glory. Dean slid in beside you and Sam in front of you "what?... How?....how'd you guys find me?" You said looking between the brothers.

"We have to give it to you, you are very good at hiding, but we......we are better at finding." Dean said with a smirk, sounding very proud of himself.

"We just saw you from the window to be honest, we couldn't find you." Sam spilled out the truth.

"Sammy, for ones can you just lrt me have it." Dean glared at his brother for ruining the moment for him.

"Dude, you made us sound like some creepy stalkers." Sam said and the look of realization came over Dean's face. He was about to say something more but you cut him off

"Ok, ok, guys. I think I made it pretty clear that I want to hunt alone." You season looking back at the news papers.

"About that. Look, Alex, it's not like we don't trust you, ok? we do-" Sam started but you cut him off.

"Ya right, that's why instead of confronting me, you guys were talking behind my back because that is exactly what a person does to someone who they trust." You got up but Dean held your hand and sat you down again.

"Look, kid, we are sorry, it's not that we don't trust you, we were just worried about you." Dean said looking you in the eyes and you sighed deciding to tell them the truth.

"I know." You finally said in a calm voice. "And it is not the exact reason why I left." You said and both the boys gave you confused looks.

"You both could have died back there, and that scared the hell out of me. I'm used to hunting alone, I'm used to not care about my partner dying on a hunt. I got so scared that if I get attached to you guys and if something happens to you, I wouldn't be able to take it. I can not take another person dying anymore." You said and Sam started to say something but you weren't finished yet. "You know, everytime my phone rings.... I'm scared to pick it up. Because it could be someone calling me to tell me that Bobby is dead. Do you know how scared I am every moment of him being dead? John being dead? And I can't just and your name to that list too. I've lost too much already, I can not afford to lose another person, I just can't. And....and I thought if I could just blame you two, leaving you would be easy, but it's not. It's so hard." Your voice broke but you didn't cry, you just couldn't cry. Dean pulled you in and hugged you closer and Sam slid in beside you and joined both of you in the hug.

"Ok, now you guys are kind of chocking me." You let out a giggle and they both left you.

"Alex, I know how you feel, trust me we both know. But you are not going to lose us." Sam said. "I promise you." He added making you smile.

"And you know, the three of us, are hell of a team. So you either come back with us willingly..." Dean said.

"Or?" You asked raising an whoever giving him a challenging look.

"Or I pack you up on my duffle bag."

"Hey, I'm not that small." You exclaimed hitting his chest.

"So you coming back with us?" Sam asked with hope in his eyes and really who can resist that puppy?

"Ok. But please tell me you have a case, I need to kill something ASAP or I'll go complete crazy." You said.

"And she's back." They both said in sync.

"Can I bring you guys anything?" The waitress said walking up to your table and Dean gave her a flirtatious smile making you roll your eyes. "just the check please." Sam said and she walked away.

"You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while. That's fun." Dean said pointing at the waitress, more like at her ass.

"Here, take a look at these." You said chipping in. "I don't know if that's even our kind of thing or am I just being really paranoid because I haven't solved a case in a week." You pointed at the article you recently circled.

"Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. Last week, Sophie Carlton, 18, walks into the lake, doesn't walk out. Authorities dragged the water.... Nothing. Sophie Carlton's the third lake Manitoc drowning this year. The other bodies weren't found either. B the funeral was 2 days ago." You explained to the brothers.

"A funeral?" Sam asked with a frown.

"Yeah, weird I know. They buried an empty coffin." You said

"For closure or whatever I guess." Dean said sipping from one of my cups and then spitting out immediately. "Dean, I ordered that when I got here..... I've been here for three hours " you said and he gave you a disgusted look.

"Closure? What closure? People don't just disappear, Dean. Other people just stop looking for them." Sam said looking at his brother and again you could feel the tension building in. "uh oh." You let out a small sound.

"Something you wanna say to me?"

"The trail for Dad, it's getting colder everyday."

"What are we supposed to do?"

"I don't know. Something, anything."

"You know what? I'm sick of this attitude, you don't think I want to find dad just as much as you do? I've been with him every single day for the past two years while you've been off to college going to pep rallies. We will find dad but we gotta solve cases between here and there. Okay?" Dean said almost in one breath and when the waitress passed by you he completely forgot the conversation and his eyes followed her, making you roll yours again.

"Alright, lake Manitoc." They both got up and eyed you when you didn't. "I have a condition."

*******

"I swear to God no one would believe you're an federal agent." Dean said as he pulled up at the Carlton's house.

"I can make myself look older." You said looking at yourself in the rearview mirror then opening the first few buttons on your flannel.

"Your idea of looking older is.....more cleavage?" Dean asked as the three of you got out of the car. "yeah, worked before." You said walking up to the house, Dean and Sam following close behind. You Knocked on the door and a bit opened up.

"Will Carlton?" You asked and noticed his eyes going to your chest for a few seconds making Dean roll his. "Yeah, that's right."

"I'm agent Ford. This is agent Hamill and Rosemary. We're with the US wildlife service." Dean said. "We are here to talk about Sophie Carlton." Sam added.

Will took you guys to the back of their house where the lake was. You could see Bill Carlton sitting on the dock, sadly.

"She was about a hundred yards out. That's where she got dragged down." Will said pointing to the lake.

"You're sure she didn't just drown?"

"No, she was varsity swimmer. She practically grew up in that lake. She's as safe out there as her own bathtub."

"So, no splashing? No sign of distress?" Dean question.

"No, that's what I'm telling you?"

"Did you see any shadows in the water? Maybe some dark shape breach the surface?" You asked but he kept shaking his head.

"Ever seen any strange tracks by the shorelines?" Dean asked. "No, never, why? What do you think is out there?" He asked looking a tiny bit freaked out. "We'll let you know as soon as we know?"Dean replied walking back to the Impala.

"What about your father? Can we talk to him?" You asked pointing at Bill Carlton. "Look, if you don't mind, I mean he didn't see anything. He's kind of been through a lot." Will said and you nodded. "we understand." Sam assured him and you walked back to the Impala as well.

"So, where to now." Dean asked looking at you through rearview mirror. You smirked knowing where his eyes were exactly.

"The local police station, I guess." Sam shrugged his shoulder and Dean started driving.

"You know, I really think we should talk to Bill Carlton." You said looking out of the window as Dean kept driving towards the police station. "Yeah me too. The way he was looking at the lake, he must have seen something." Sam said agreeing with you.

"Or, maybe he was just really grieving, you know, he did just lost a daughter." Dean said.

"Yes, that's right too..... So we'll talk to him." You said ending the discussion 'causing Dean to roll his eyes.

Dean pulled up at the station and walked inside. You walked up to the first desk you saw and pulled out your ID. "We would like to speak with Sheriff about the case of Sophie Carlton. We are with the wildlife service." You said to the man sitting on the desk as Sam and Dean pulled out their IDs as well to show him. You saw his eyes trailed up your body and finally landed in your face, his face was flushed. Dean was glaring daggers at the man.

"You look awfully young to be an agent." He finally said when he was done checking you out. It gave you the creeps but that smile never fluttered from your face.

"Trust me Joseph, is it Joseph?" Your asked reading the J on his badge. "It's not but you can call me that." You let out a fake giggle. You could tell that he was new and you could see the redness of his face that occured by talking to you.

"I may look young but I'm very experienced." You said with a suggestive smile and You could feel Sam's awkwardness and Dean's glare behind your back. "So? Sheriff?"

"Huh?"

"Where's the sheriff?"

"Oh right? Follow me?" He got up and you guys followed him.

"Told you, it works." You whispered leaning in to Dean and Sam cleared his throat. Dean looked a bit pissed off as he answered. "Yeah, whatever."

"Sheriff Devins? This is agent Ford and This is agent Hamill and Rosemary, we are from wildlife service and here to talk about Sophie Carlton's case." Dean said when you entered the sheriff's office and he stood up and told Joseph to go away.

"Now, I'm sorry, but why does the wildlife service care about an accidental drowning?" Sheriff said as he gestured you to take a seat. You sat down in front of his desk with Sam on your left side and Dean on your right.

"You sure it's accidental? Because Will Carlton saw something grab her sister " Sam said.

"Like what? There are no indigenous Carnegie's in that lake. There's nothing even big enough to pull down a person.... Unless it was the Loch ness Monster."

"Yeah, right." Dean let out a laugh then looked at you and Sam and sheriff continued. "Will Carlton is traumatised and sometimes the mind plays tricks. Still, we dragged the entire lake. We even ran a sonar sweep just to be sure, and there was nothing down there."

"That's weird, though. I mean, that's...that's the third missing body this year " Dean said leaning toward the sheriff.

"These are people from my town, people I care about. Anyway ..... All this.... It won't be a problem much longer." He said making Dean frown but you knew what he was talking about. You do your homework though.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"Well, the Dam, of course ."

"Yeah, it's falling apart." You nodded your head and Dean and Sam raised their eyebrows at you.

"And the feds won't give us the grant to repair it, so they opened the spillway. In another six months there won't be much of a lake, in another six months there won't be much of a town either. But as federal wildlife you already knew that."

"Exactly." Dean said nodding hours head.

"Sorry, am I interrupting." A female voice came and you turned around and stood up to look at the brunette standing in the doorway. "I can come later." She said.

"Gentlemen, lady, this is my daughter." Sheriff Jake said pointing at the woman. Your eyes instantly went to Dean who was giving her his most flirtatious smile which made it roll your eyes.

"It's pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean."

"Andrea Barr, hi." She introduced herself with a smile. "Hi." He replied with a bigger one.

"They're from the wildlife service." Sheriff interrupted their greeting. "About the lake." As soon as he mentioned the lake you could see the change of expression on Andrea's face. Her smile was completely gone. You saw a little boy coming out from behind Andrea and you smiled at him.

"Oh, hey there. What's your name?" Dean asked the boy and he ran away and Andrew went after him with a sad face.

"His name is Lucas." Jane answered for hours grandson.

"Is he ok?" You asked not talking your eyes off of the little boy.

"My grandson's been through a lot. We all have." He said walking out from his chair. "Well, if there's anything else I can do for you, please let me know. Thanks." He added leading you out of his office.

"Hey, now that you mentioned it, could you point us in the direction of a reasonably priced motel?" Dean asked Andrea. Great! Dean looking for hookup is exactly what you need right now.

"Lakefront motel. Go 'round the corner, it's two blocks up." Before you could thank her and move along Dean said. "would you mind showing us?" She chuckled before replying. "You want me to walk you two blocks?"

"Not if it's any trouble." You gritted your teeth but stayed quiet.

"I'm headed that way anyway. I'll be back to pick him up at three." She told her father and kissed hat son's head, promising him to go to the park later. "Thanks again." You told the sheriff before following Dean who was following Andrea.

"Agent." You heard a voice as soon as you stepped out of the precinct. All of you stopped and turned to see Joseph, or at least that's what he told you to call him, running toward you. "what the hell." You and Dean whispered at the same time.

"You forgot this." Joseph said, almost out of breath as he held out a napkin.

"It's not-"

"Just keep it." He handed it to you anyway and then walked away but not before winking at you. "Wow, guy got some nerves." Sam chuckled. You opened the napkins and both the brothers looked at it over your shoulder. It had his number and apparently his address. "my shift ends at 6." Dean read out loud glaring at the paper.

"Come on, throw it away, you don't need that." Dean said reaching out for the paper but you quickly put it inside your pocket. Of course you were not going to call him but you love pissing Dean off.

"I don't know, Dean, it might come handy." You gave him a sweet fake smile knowing how it was pissing him off. He glared at your and clenched his jaw.

"That's Justin. He's new....and awkward. I'm surprised he has the guess to ask a girl out, let alone an agent." Andrea said and you started walking again. Dean tried to change the subject.

"You have a very cute kid." Dean said making Andrea smile and you and Sam roll your eyes.

"Thanks." She said as you crossed the road.

"You are not really going to call him are you?" Sam whispered leaning in.

"No, but he doesn't need to know that." You whispered back making him chuckle.

"Kids are the best, huh." Dean commented and you and Sam almost let out a loud laugh at it. Making him glare at you.

"This is it." She said stopping in front of a motel. "Like I said, two blocks."

"Thanks." Sam said.

"Must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way through a decent pick up line." She said before walking away and you held your laugh.

"Seriously Dean, 'kids are the best'?" You said mimicking him. "You don't even like kids."

"I love kids." He protested.

"Name three children that you even know." Sam said and you raised your eyebrow at the older Winchester.

"That's what I thought." You said and turned around to walk inside the motel.

"I'm thinking." You heard Dean called out and ran up to catch up with you and Sam.

"Do you want an separate room, Alex?" Sam asked.

"No, actually you know what?" You said smirking at the older brother. "Now that Dean is so used to sleeping on the floor, I think one room is fine. No need to waste money right?" You said innocently.

"Ya true." Sam said walking up to the clerk leaving you and Dean alone once again. Dean was still glaring at you. "What?" You asked.

"So, that's your choice? James Dean reject?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow. "Come on, Alex, I thought you could do better."

"Oh really? Can I?" You asked with an raised eyebrow, faking a confused look. "Like who?"you crossed your arms across your chest.

"What?"

"You said I could do better, so who do you think is better for me?" You asked with a smirk and he gave you a look which told you he wanted to say his name but couldn't. "Yeah, that's what I thought." You said when he kept silent. As in queue Sam walked up to you.

when you got in the room you quickly took off your jacket and threw it on one of the bed as if you were claiming it. You took off your flannel as well which left you in that gray tank top and jeans. You put your bag on the end of the bed and sat beside it. Sam immediately started doing his research.

"So, there's the three drowning victims this year." Sam said as you been down to take off your boots.

"And before that?" Dean asked.

"Oh yeah, there's more, spread out over the past 35 years."

"Those bodies were not recovered either?" You asked Sam.

"If there is something out there, it's picking up it's pace." Said Sam.

"We got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean said. You were staring at him because you had no idea what the hell he was doing with his clothes. He was smelling them and then throwing them in his duffle.

"This whole lake monster theory, it just bugs me." Sam said with a frown and you looked away from the weirder Winchester. "Why?" Dean asked and Sam turned to look at you as well.

"Loch Ness, Lake Champlain. There are literally hundreds of eyewitnesses account, but there's almost nothing." he said pointing at his computer screen and you sat beside him.

"Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it." You said looking at the list of victims.

"Wait Barr, Christopher Barr, where have I heard that name?" Dean said as he leaned down between you and same to look at the screen as well.

"Oh the girl you were flirting with a few hours ago. Her surname was Barr too." You said and Sam clicked on the article and a picture of wet Lucas wrapped in a blanket came up. "Yup. He was Andrea's husband, Lucas' father." Sam says making Dean stand up and walk back.

"Apparently, he took Lucas out swimming, 'Lucas was on the floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. 2 hours before the kid got rescued.'" Sam read the article when clicked on the picture.

"Maybe we do have a eyewitness after all. No wonder that kid was so freaked out. Watching one of your parents dies isn't something you just get over." you said looking away as the flashes of your Dead mother came in front of your eyes. You close your eyes for a second waiting for the images to go away. You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up to see Dean.

"You ok?" He asked and you nodded with a small smile. "So Andrea said she was going to take Lucas to the park, so I say we go to the nearest park from the police station." You said quickly getting up and wearing your jacket and boots again. The brothers eyes followed your movements. "Guys I'm fine, let's go." You says walking out of the room not daring to look at any of their eyes.

"She's been through a lot." Dean said after the girl walked out of the room. "First her mom died in front of her eyes and a few years later her dad. And then her best friend." He added after a pause.

"No wonder she is so scared to lose Bobby or anyone else." Sam said. They both got up and followed her.

*******

Dead in the water part 2

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