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shirtlesssammy · 2 years

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The Winchesters 1x02: Teach Your Children Well

Topeka, Kansas 1972

We’re 30 seconds into finding love and peace at a commune in Topeka, Kansas this week when we’re hit with Barry telling Maya this knowledge bomb: “We were like dolls, you know the Russian ones? Trapped inside our parents, and our parents’ parents.” They wander into the forest, Maya wanting to stargaze and Barry wanting to confront his difficult father. It’s convenient for Barry that his dad is already hanging out in the forest! Oh wait, nevermind, it’s just your not-so-standard forest monster!

Savannah, Georgia

The Scooby Gang are hunting zombies while Dean tells us (or SOMEONE?!? WHO?) that our parents might raise us and teach us how to hunt but there comes a time when we have to ditch their drill sergeant, abusive, neglectful asses for a better life (or something like that). The gang is in a warehouse filled with dead bodies. Mary is looking for documents on the Akrida. Ada lets the others know the file cabinets are empty. Mary finds an empty shotgun shell on the ground with her father’s initials on it. Samuel has already been there.

ZOMBIE ATTACK!

Mary and Carlos take the zombies out (John helps!) while Ada and Lata struggle to get the monster catcher box to work.

Mary finds a news article about the missing kid, Barry. It seems that Samuel is in the habit of leaving cryptic messages for Mary to find so she knows when and where to work her next case. The time before cell phones was the worst, amirite? Mary “I’m not bossy, I’m the boss” Campbell insists everyone follow her, and with some minor pushback, they all acquiesce.

In the van, John confesses to Mary that he’s frustrated with their inability to find Samuel. He was a scout in the Marines. (Totally would have guessed this from the 20+ years it took him to find the YED!) He wonders if Henry left that note for him to also follow in his footsteps, but John doesn’t know how. Mary reassures him that it’ll take time to learn this new life. They’re cute and flirty, and honest to god, I just can’t with them. I will temporarily forget the future to find them adorable together, sue me.

They make it back to Lawrence and one pissed-off Millie. John fights with his mother and then takes off with the others without resolving anything.

They make it to Topeka where Mary and John dress up in their finest blue and green clothes to interview Barry’s father. John is less than pleased to use the alias “Mick Fleetwood”. The grumpy face genes are strong in this family; Sam would be so proud. They tell him they were friends of Barry’s.

Lata and Carlos hang out in the motel. Lata tries engaging Carlos with a little gossip but Carlos confides that he is a little put out by not being the only one on the stage. They’re interrupted by a returning John and Mary. Barry’s dad apparently was told by Maya that Barry was taken by a monster in the woods. Remember kids, just say no to drugs!

The only thing Carlos processes from the story is that they get to go to a commune! And we get to witness a delightful little montage of dancing to Age of Aquarius interspersed with scenes from the commune.

Lata and Carlos head to interview Maya. She tells them that Barry thought he saw his father in the woods before he was taken. John and Mary (Did I notice the white dress that is not a pink dress but still makes me think about the not-white dress in the pilot? I don’t know, maybe.) interview Clyde, the commune leader. He talks to them about shedding their past, letting go of the people who hurt you, your parents, etc. Mary is suspicious of the necklace that Clyde is wearing so they head back to the van to search through Lata’s books. (Natasha: Mary’s white dress with the medallion hanging over her future stab wound drives me BANANAS. It’s like a little clue!)

Meanwhile, back at the garage, Ada introduces herself to Millie, and lets her know that she knew Henry. She also rats out the kids’ location. There’s jasmine growing on the garage walls and Ada asks if she can take some. Millie doesn’t care. Ada tells her that it’s for protection. (AND SCREAM, maybe we can get a prequel of the prequel about Henry and Millie in their youth.) (Natasha: Nesting dolls all the way down.)

Lata locates the symbol. “It’s Celtic. Triskelion. Symbol for–,” she starts. “Transformation,” John finishes.

Shapeshifter?

They head out to find their #1 suspect, Clyde, before he kidnaps again.

Meanwhile, Clyde is luring a young woman into the woods. He spots a nun in the foliage (and that split second shot of a nun in a full habit was kinda creepy. Good job, show!) He runs to Sister Bernadete, the source of his childhood trauma. Without a word, tree roots envelope him and he’s sucked underground.

The Scooby gang finds the woman wandering in the woods. They also find green blood. Mary says they’re dealing with a mimic. They need copper to kill it. Unfortunately Carlos does not carry cheap garbage weaponry made out of pennies. John hatches a plan to become a copper thief and grab the copper pipes from their motel. Lata thinks that the green blood is really sap and the purple flowers on the ground are strange. Mary digs in her heels and tells John to grab the pipes. Lata collects the flowers just in case.

Ada prepares herself a nice, soothing cup of tea when Lata calls asking for help to identify the flower. They identify it as a rare plant from Columbia, and Lata heads to her stash of books in the bookmobile - er, van.

For Ray of Sunshine Science:

Ada settles in with her tea and a sheaf of paper. She clears her throat delicately, then the magic takes her. She casts her head back and her hand starts writing. (Can that tea help with writer’s block? Seems handy.)

Mary and Carlos talk it out. Carlos accuses her of being too much like her dad - ignoring the people around her. He brings up MARY’S frustration with her dad, and Mary appears to chew on that. Lata emerges from the woods in a rush - she’s figured it out. And it’s not a mimic!

Lata shows them the book passage. La Tunda was a real woman who abused her children. When the children tried to escape, she killed them and buried them in the garden. The children’s remains cast a curse on the woman, transforming her into a hungry monster who goes after disobedient children. She lures in her victims with a familiar face before trapping them and feeding on them slowly.

Mary realizes that John had JUST been wandering around the woods, morosely and rebelliously talking about his relationship with his mother. John’s the next victim! They race off. (It’s good to see that the monster of the week continues to be a Metaphor of Character Development.)

Back at the motel, John tears out the copper piping. His mom shows up at the motel. “A child’s job is to rebel,” she tells him, normally. He begs her to believe in him - he’s strong enough to hunt. She tells him that his dad never believed in him, as evidenced by his failure to train John in the Men of Letters. (I feel like this is more groundwork laid on John’s future parenting philosophy.) Her words are carefully hurtful, and we can already tell that it’s out of character for Millie. (Millie, you would have taken SUCH good care of John and Mary’s boys ;_;) But John swallows it hook, line, and sinker until the monster slips up and brings up Samuel. He never told his mom about Samuel and Mary! Openness is out of character! John tries to whack her with a copper pipe, but gets sucked into La Tunda’s magical forest lair.

Mary apologizes to Lata and Losy. She should have listened to Lata and Carlos, but instead John’s been captured by a hungry monster. The gang metaphorically hugs it out and resolves to rescue John.

John wakes up bound in the woods, and we discover that Barry and Clyde are still alive (but with overall morale down to epically low levels).

At the motel, Lata learns that La Tunda can only be killed by something as strong as her. Mary quickly reads between the lines, and summarizes Lata’s plan for the kids in the audience - they’ll use La Tunda’s own leg bone to stab her in the heart. “That is sick and twisted enough, it might just work,” Carlos declares. “I love that deeply weird side of you.”

John watches his mom pace around the clearing and proceed to emotionally torture and feed on Barry (as Barry’s dad). While La Tunda feeds, John sets himself and Clyde free and then confronts the monster. “Come on, John,” she says, smirking. “You think you can stand up to me? You don’t have it in you.” I AM FERAL PICTURING DEAN FIGHTING HIS DAD LIKE THIS. Hilarious that John’s fighting his mom because she tried to protect him. Anyway, it’s looking bad for John, when the Scooby Gang arrives. Mary confronts the monster and they rumble.

John kicks out La Tunda’s leg (because he believes in himself. Boy power!) and it fractures. Mary grabs the bone and stabs the monster, spewing John with goo in a callback gag to the first monster-hunting open. The showrunners clearly understand our need to see John comically undermined.

A little while later, John and Mary watch Barry reunite with his dad and share a hug. Soft music plays while they exchange meaningful looks. Afterwards, they head to the garage where Millie greets them. Mary gets introduced to her, and Millie tells her that she fixed her car for free. Noice! Mary heads off and John addresses his mom.

He tells her he wasn’t angry at her - he was angry at dad. He took out on Millie what he couldn’t take out on Henry. (Hurls self out window.) She tells him that she believes in him. She also gives him a little insight into her relationship with Henry - they fought over the Men of Letters but they still told each other ‘I love you’ at the end of the day.

Later, Carlos brings pizza and levity to the clubhouse. Mary and John address their parent issues briefly, when a secret door opens and Ada appears. She leads them into the hidden spell chamber from her tea drinking scene, nbd. There are apparently more rooms in the bunker, and I look forward to discovering them to further the plot! They find the papers she wrote under the influence of tea. Ada tells them it’s automatic writing - she did it to tap into the latent memories of the demon who possessed her.

They think that the demon who possessed Ada knew who was after the box, and about Samuel and the Akrida. They can do it! They can track the demon and Samuel down with Ada’s purloined knowledge! Carlos interrupts. GUYS. THE PIZZA IS GETTING COLD.

For Scooby Snack Time Science:

They head back for pizza while “Teach your children well” plays us out. Or, almost out. While the Scooby Gang bonds, Millie smiles over a sprig of Henry’s jasmine and a photo of herself and John. In the woods where the gang hunted La Tunda, a cloaked figure stalks, sucking up red magic and accompanied by a host of unearthly, scuttling creatures. YES!

It’s the Dawning of the Age of Aquotious:

I’m following in my father’s footsteps

You’re built for a band, Lata. I’m not

A commune, you say?

We found her wandering in a daze, and not the fun drug-induced kind

A child’s job is to rebel

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desitomhiddleslover · 4 years

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Proposal of Our Dreams (Fluff/Implied Smut)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Desi!Reader

When the closest thing to a real wedding a hunter can get is in Vegas, Sam plans a proposal for the love of his life.

Words: 1,097

Warnings: Fluff, sweetness, implied smut

Notes: beta’d by the lovely @emoryhemsworth. Inspired to write this because a proposal is best when it’s designed to fit the couple, my boyfriend and I had talked about them for about half an hour for some reason.

With your 3rd anniversary on the way, you noticed Sam being more distracted in the bunker. He would read books he’d just read the week before, forgetting the books piled in the bedroom. Even if you don’t usually enjoy doing it, you couldn’t help but wonder if it had to do with the upcoming anniversary.

While you let Sam read through that Wendigo book again, you went to the bathroom. You looked in the hidden cabinet at your gift to him, a fitness bracelet with the ability to connect via Bluetooth to his phone because he went on runs every morning like clockwork. She smiled and saw the letter she had written along with it, reading through the endearing words of love and passion written in it. She heard Dean call for dinner, putting everything away with a gentle kiss to the box, getting up and looking in the mirror. “Shit, I have to wax my mustache again… and get my eyebrows done too,” she sighed. “Indian genes at it again.”

No mustache, eyebrows done, and a few days later, you were in the car with Sam, listening to a podcast on the Impala’s car stereo. Dean let Sam borrow the vehicle for that day, as he planned to stay home and watch Scooby-Doo all day. And of course, the podcast knocked you out to sleep as it went on and on.

You awoke in the middle of a field, a tarp hanging between two of the few trees here and there. You looked up from your seat, seeing a small picnic laid out for you both. You teared up, getting out of the car.

“Y/N,” Sam said from behind the car, holding a bag. “Change into this… I know you have wanted to have something like this for a long time, and since we’ve been hunting, we don't do too many special things, but this counts as something special.” He handed you the bag, kissing your head than going to the picnic blanket, his jeans hugging his ass perfectly.

You headed to behind the car, opening the bag with tears welling in your eyes. You get to exchange your plaid shirt (well, it’s really Sam's) and jeans for a lehenga choli, which was a beautiful blue colour. You changed into it, putting your other outfit in the bag, placing it in the trunk and grabbing your gift to him as you headed to the blanket. You sat down, smiling at Sam. “Thank you, Sam… I love it.”

Sam was in awe of you, his eyes looking your body up and down. “Every day, words seem to fail me on how much I love you.” His words made your heart melt, leaning up to meet his lips in a warm kiss, having dinner, a projector from Amazon playing a downloaded movie from Netflix from his laptop.

As you both watched the movie, you ate your dinner and later dessert, lit up some lanterns to keep some light after the sun went down, and continuously complimented you in your dress with kisses on your lips, all over your face and your neck. You squeezed in the time to give him his gift, which lit up his eyes and he immediately thanked you for appreciating that you cared for his past time.

The movie ended, and just as you got up to begin packing the things away, Sam took your hand and turned you to face him, on one knee, a box in his hands. “This date, in the middle of nowhere, was not my only gift, Y/N.” He smiled at you a bit nervously, looking down and clearing his throat before looking up again and shaking the hair out of his face. “Y/F/N,” he began, sharing your full name, something he’s practiced over these years together so it would never fail to make you smile. “I didn’t think I would ever find happiness again. I realized that hunting and everything—it’s depressing. No matter how much I helped others, everything I’ve gone through has led to pain and trauma built up within me. But you showed me otherwise. Yes, the trauma still gets to me, and we still hunt, but I have happiness. I have… a life. I have love. I have you, baby,” he whispered the last words, letting go of your hand to open the box.

You had already been in tears as Sam began to speak, sniffing softly and holding your arms as you watched the box open. You didn’t even need to look at the ring. You knew what it was, looking down at Sam. “Sam…”

He chuckled, reaching up and wiping the tear that fell down your cheek, “ Y/N, my love… will you marry me and become my Mrs. Winchester? I know we won’t get the wedding of your dreams, a big traditional wedding, but maybe we can see this as the proposal of our dreams.”

You nodded immediately, dropping to your knees and hugging him, sobbing into his shoulders. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!” You pulled away and went to kiss him, sniffing again and wiping your tears. “This is the proposal of our dreams.” You went back to hug him, cuddling on the blanket under the stars and getting the ring on your left ring finger. Sam kissed your cheek gently, holding your hand to his chest.

After half an hour, you guys decided to pack it up and head back to the bunker to sleep. You were beginning to change out of the lehenga when Sam stepped up behind you, one hand around your waist, the other tugging at the string holding the top together. He pushed it off your shoulders and arms, kissing along your shoulder to your ear. “No one is here… we can spend the night here in the Impala, just the two of us.” He whispered into the shell of your ear, giving it a nibble.

Your body was putty in his arms, back pressed against his chest. You smiled at his words, soft sighs of pleasure escaping your lips as he pleased your body. You took his free hand and brought it to the string of your skirt, tugging at it and feeling it fall, “Yes… Yes, Sam.” You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss.

The rest of the night was spent in the Impala under the stars, Sam holding you in his arms as you rested your head on his chest, admiring the ring on your finger. You whispered to yourself, “The proposal of our dreams.”

Taglist: @emoryhemsworth

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 6 years

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Lena and the Winchesters, Part 3

Over the next six months, they continue to monitor the headlines that soon spread from California to the national news circuit. National City becomes ground zero for a series of Super vs Luthor face offs. It all remains distant, though. The three of them don't have any any ties to the city, and give it a wide berth whenever they wander back to the West Coast.

"That'd be one hell of a cat fight!" Dean remarks, and it's about as much thought as any of them give the conflict.

Their lives are wrapped in much smaller, more harrowing tasks. Lucy's gift of seeing things for what they extends well past small-town ghouls. Vampires, skinwalkers, shtrigas-- anything with the ability to hide among humans can't hide from her.

Lucy proves a voracious reader, consuming everything they have on hand about the things they hunt, plus any reference she can pull from from the libraries they visit. Her mind works like a steel trap, and each new fact she learns takes her fear away, until she as learned--and brazen-- as the brothers who took her in.

Dean prays to Cas what they learn about Lucy. It starts with her uncanny gifts, and progresses through the oddities that slowly emerge the more she experiences the world.

Like the fact she's a wizard at making weapons-- especially improvised explosives. Or her pickpocket skills, which match her ability to hustle pool better than even Dean (a fact he attributes to her other, unlearnable assets). She prefers whiskey to beer and likes scotch over both.

Lucy also knows code, which is the final straw for Sam.

"She's gotta have another life out there, Dean," he says one night while Lucy is busy playing darts with a young woman in a stetson. "A ghoul or a shell wouldn't be created with knowledge about computer code! It just isn't-- I don't think she was created from nothing. That cult abducted her, did god knows what, and somehow erased her memory."

"O-kay," Dean returns.

"She could have people looking for her! People who care about her, who are probably worried sick!"

"And what do you expect me to do about it Sam? We don't exactly have much to go on with Cas in silent mode!"

Sam takes a deep breath, and leans his arms against the table between them. "All I'm saying is that maybe we should devote a little more time to figuring out WHO she is, rather than what."

Dean doesn't know what to say. He glances towards Lucy and catches her eye just as her darts competition tilts her head and whispers something low and smooth in her ear. Lucy throws her head back in a sudden laugh, breaking eye contact with Dean to then pull the girl even closer, close enough for the stranger's hand to slip into her back pocket and stay there, as casually as if it belongs there.

He can't deny that whatever Cas says, Lucy isn't a shell. Life spills from her with every smile, every crinkle of her eyebrow when she runs into something new. She's not empty at all.

But reluctance tugs at his heart as Sam's words roll across his brain. He doesn't want to look for who Lucy was. If they do, then sooner or later they'd find something. And when they find something... Lucy will go back to being who she should be. Lucy will leave them behind, and Dean is a selfish son of a bitch.

He doesn't want to lose this strange, surprising woman who's become a part of their lives.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure," he says, before taking a long swig of his beer. "Why not."

The conversation niggles at the back of his mind for days, before he finally goes to Lucy. He explains Sam's theory, and waits for her response.

It's a long, long beat before she speaks.

"What if... I don't want to?"

"You don't want to what? You don't want to look?"

Lucy shrugs.

"Why not?"

"You and Sam... you help people. A lot of people. And as long as I'm with you I get to be a part of that. Doing good. Whoever I used to be... that person might not be a good person."

Dean can't help the laugh that pops out of him. "That's what you're worried about?"

"Don't mock me."

"I'm not, I'm not," he immediately surrenders under her sharp glare. "I swear."

Lucy softens then, and a shadow seems to settle over her, darkening her gaze, and in that moment Dean realizes that this isn't the first she's thought about it.

"Look, Luce..."

Green eyes lift to meet his, heavy and uncertain.

"Not that long ago, you put yourself between us and a monster."

"He was only a kid, Dean." It's the closest they'd come to falling out. The only thing that had kept Dean from shooting the kid anyway was the pastor who'd stood at Lucy's shoulder, and promised to ensure the child would never harm a human. "He hadn't done anything wrong."

"Not yet," Dean returns. Even now, deep in his bones, he knows that if the kid survived long enough to reach maturity, it'd be back on their radar.

Some ganks just don't change their stripes.

"My point is-- someone who does that isn't a bad person. In any life. Just like that kid has violence and bloodlust in his genes, you have something good in you. No memory will change that."

Putting a hand on her shoulder, Dean gives her an affectionate shake.

"If you don't want to look, that's fine. Whatever. But don't let that be the thing that stops you."

Lucy goes missing a week later, before they even know there's a thing to hunt. Sam and Dean leave for take out, and come back to a ransacked motel room. Nothing is missing but Lucy, and in her place they find half a dozen spent rounds and an alarming amount of blood.

They find her thirteen days later, chained by one wrist to a wall deep in the sewers.

"Luce? Lucy!" Dean pats her cheek, hard, desperate to find signs of life beyond the thundering of his own heart. "Come on!"

"Dean...?"

She can barely open her eyes, but his name slips thick and slurred from bloodstained lips. More blood oozes from the claw marks that rake her from shoulder to sternum, and another, deeper laceration rips the length of her thigh open. The cement under her is dark with her blood, and in the shine of their flashlights her skin is sallow and dull.

"It's us, Luce. We've got you."

"There were other girls," she mumbles, struggling to hold her head up. Only then does Dean notice the empty manacles lining the room. More than a dozen. "I'm the last. I think..."

She doesn't finish, and Dean taps her back awake. "Come on, stay with me, okay? We're gonna get you out of here."

Sam works furiously on the lock holding her prisoner, but it's too dark and their lack of knowledge on whatever took her presses against their spines, urging them to move faster.

"I think... he ate them."

"Who ate them?" Sam asks, jiggling the pick to dislodge it. It doesn't work. "What is it?"

"Won't believe it if I tol' you."

"Oh, for Christ's sake Sammy, get back!" Dean stands and fires twice at the chain link that connected to the eyebolt anchor. The rusted metal cracks, and then shatters when Dean gives it a frenzied yank. Lucy struggles to stand with their help, only to lose consciousness as soon as she's upright.

"Shit," Dean curses as he catches her. He tosses his weapon to Sam and scoops Lucy into his arms, pulling the trailing chain into her lap so it won't trip them up.

Sam takes in the blood Lucy's leaving behind, and meets Dean's gaze with fear in his eyes. "She's lost a lot of blood."

"No shit," Dean snaps. "Let's get the hell out of here."

A door behind them slams open before they can hit the next corridor.

"THAT'S MINE!" a voice roars, before something big and solid slams into them from behind. Lucy and both guns go flying as Sam and Dean sprawl across the damp concrete floor, pinned by a single hand to each of their chests.

The man connected to both fists is diminutive, and doesn't look capable of squeezing the breath out of them, but their wheezing confirms there's something more to him than meets the eye.

"Thieves!" the guy hisses, spraying foul-smelling saliva across both of them. "You'll pay for trying to steal from me."

"Steal?" Dean gasps. "No, no, no, we were just borrowing--URK." A hand clamps around his throat.

"You talk too much." The man leans in close, sniffing deeply. Then he grins, and leans in close enough for Dean to spot the bits of meat still stuck between its teeth. "You have its scent on you. A protector, perhaps... I'll enjoy eating you too."

"Hey, asshole."

Lucy fires her pistol from where she landed. Barely able lift the gun clutched tightly in both hands, her shots go wide, but the pressure on Dean's chest disappears. He heaves for breath, the rolls and paws his way over to Lucy while Sam goes for the second gun.

"Good job---"

A deafening, bellowing roar cuts him off, reverberating off the walls and rattling their skulls.

"Time t'go," Lucy and Dean tell each other. Dean once again reaches for her, prompting another bellow of rage.

"MINE!!"

With the sound of crunching bone and cartilage, the man's shape starts to shift, distorting into something larger, longer, and much, much scalier.

"Is that a...?"

"Tol' you," Lucy mumbles, slumping against the floor.

The next roar comes with heat and flame as the man-turned-dragon comes barrelling towards them on all fours, wings scraping against the rusty pipes over head and sending metal shard flying in every direction.

Its tail catches Dean across the chest, flinging him into Sam and sending them both to the ground. Lucy blindly reaches around her for a gun, a weapon, anything, and comes up with nothing but a piece of pipe. With the beast bearing down, she has no time to do anything but angle the sharpest end up and brace for impact.

"LUCE!!"

Dean's shout gets lost in a cacophony of shrieking metal and agonized wails. But then an eerie silence fills the air around them. No snapping bones, no rending flesh-- just a jagged sigh that trails to nothing.

"Dean..." Sam prods him, but Dean can't move. Every muscle locks tight, waiting for the worst to be confirmed. He only forces himself to look when Sam yanks him to his feet. "DEAN!"

The dragon sags upright against the pipe impaled through its chest, dead. The force of its attack had shoved the base of the pipe against the stone floor, gouging a deep furrow in the concrete, but Lucy's hands were still wrapped loosely around the base. She lay as lifeless as her assailant, and just as bloody.

"Lucy!" Dean slides to his knees next to her, searching for a pulse. When he can't find one, he sticks his palm under her nose, and almost jumps when he feels the faint puff of breath. "She's alive!"

"Dean, we gotta move! Now!"

Dean scoops Lucy up just as the carcass above her starts to smoke. In seconds, it's consumed by flame, reducing it to little more than a puddle of noxious, black ooze.

Sam snaps a picture with his phone, then shoves Dean towards the exit. "She needs a hospital, now!"

They book it out of the sewers and back to the Impala. Dean loads Lucy into the backseat with him, holding her close as Sam peels towards the nearest hospital. His heart pounds in his ears, chest tightening with every second that passes.

He starts humming Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, and doesn't stop.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Interlude, Part 6a, Part 6b

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