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mattzerella-sticks · 4 years

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Supernatural Crack🩹tober

Day 6: Bi Bi Bi - Generations

1957

Henry asks him to detail his encounter, again. “I – I didn’t have my, uh… my pen.” He shakes it, awkwardly chuckling.

The other man – Paul – whistles a sad note at having to repeat his story but does so anyway. “Like I said, I was minding my business – taking a walk through the park…”

Nodding, Henry scribbles over the little notepad what he should have been writing from the start. If he hadn’t been distracted. By disheveled hair, five o’clock shadows, blue eyes and broad shoulders under a too-tight t-shirt. Paul describes his encounter with the shifter in full detail. Henry barely collects enough information for his investigation. When their meeting ends, Paul ushering him out the door, Henry almost cries in relief. Still, there’s a routine to this. Rules he, a Men of Letters, must follow.

“If you see anything else,” Henry says, handing Paul a business card, “you can reach me, here.”

Not really. Henry rarely spends time in the Bunker, unlike his fellow colleagues who skulk around like the very ghosts they study. They’d more than likely answer the phone. Why he told Paul that, he cannot explain. Neither the rush Henry felt when Paul grabbed the card, and for a few scant seconds, they both held it. Thumbs inches apart from one another. Until Henry let go, stepping past the threshold and breathing deep from clean air not tainted by aftershave and loose cigarettes. Confusion flies from his mind like the birds overhead in the sky. Cawing while he walked the short distance from Paul’s trailer towards his car.

That’s all he would need. A simple trek would send those queer thoughts heavenward, never to bother him again. Paul’s face stayed with him, though, when he entered the car. How his lips moved when asking simple questions, like if he wanted a drink. His fingers on the bottle while he poured, somehow maintaining eye contact with him. That damned business card.

Henry tightens his grip on the steering wheel, shuddering as it all replays in his mind, frame by frame through his mental projector.

Luckily, pinned on the rearview, was a picture of his beloved. Millie. Smiling like a ray of sunshine, parting those awful clouds. She gives him strength, and with one final push, shoves those thoughts far away. Paul’s strong fingers were replaced with her delicate ones, and the only lip he thinks about is her soft, pink ones. Her face is all he ever needs. With Millie, he can overpower any temptation.

“And that’s normal,” he mutters, starting the engine, “we all have temptations… as long as I never give in.”

On the roads, it’s hard. But that’s why, wherever he goes, he carries a piece of Millie with him. To make it easy.

1989

John wakes up with a sharp knife cleaving his head in twain, and a dull ache low near his stomach. Gurgling, he rubs a tired hand through his hair. Blocks intrusive sun rays with a calloused paw, mumbling all the while about extinguishing the sun.

“Yeah,” someone chuckles nearby, sheets rustling as he moves. A heavy arm wraps around him. “The sun’s a fuckin’ loser.”

Despite the monster-sized hangover he nurses, John sprung from the bed. “What the –“ He bites hard on his tongue, enough to draw blood, as he fully takes in the bed’s other occupant. Bronzed skin, chestnut hair fanning out behind him on the pillow. Bloodshot, blue eyes squinting up at him. Chest bare, the rest thankfully hidden under the blanket. But judging by his own state, and that of the room with clothes strung about, he saw enough. Blissfully forgotten, lost when he sobered.

“Hey,” the stranger drawls, sitting. Watching John with a furrowed brow. “What’s wrong?”

He twitches, telegraphing his next moves with blaring sirens. John barks a quick order, “No!” in time, startling the other back into bed.

“What?”

“No,” he continues, growling. Reaching for a pair of pants, one leg inside. “No, you… you stay there –“

“What?” he says again, angrier, “John, what the hell is going –“

“No!” he roars, whipping around. Jeans still unbuttoned, unzippered. “Do not address me, you –“ Like a gunshot, he hurls the insult and watches all the life drain from the other man. Paler than earlier, his lips thin. “I am going to get dressed,” John says, shoulders quaking with rage. At the stranger. At himself. At what happened last night. “And I will leave. You will wait exactly ten minutes. Not nine, not eleven – ten. After that you can do whatever the hell you want as long as we never see each other again. Because if we do I…” John advances, snagging his button down on the way. Strangles the fabric in his grip. “I promise you will not like it.”

Learning from his earlier missteps, the stranger wordlessly nods, drawing up the covers around his waist.

“Good.”

He throws the shirt on, hastily buttoning it. Tucks it into his now-fastened pants, and finds his stained jacket. Then, he grabs his shoes. Exiting barefoot, no care to waste time putting them on. More important that he create distance between him and his mistake.

It won’t be far. First, he notices his Baby. Parked haphazardly but in one piece. The relief that ballooned in his chest bursts as his gaze trails from that towards the overhead motel sign. A familiar one. The same he saw when driving in three weeks ago, checking in while he skulked about for hunts.

John looks behind him, at the room he left. Even in a stupor, he found a room on the other side. Far from his kids, his secret safe another day. He slams a boot against his head, ringing increasing from the blow. “Stupid, stupid…” he mutters, walking, “You promised… after the last time, you promised -!”

This happened before. More than the standard one time – because every boy practiced kissing with their best friend. At least, that’s what Marty told him in the eighth grade. Once isn’t a big deal. Repeat performances and… and other lewd acts, that crosses over into queer territory. Dangerous territory. For him as a man, and a father.

If only Mary… she stopped it, for a while. Woman or man, there wasn’t a person alive who stole his breath quite like her. Who made his heart skip a beat in a normal way. When she died, normality went with her.

He hoped at least some of it would stay. But with enough drink, anything is possible.

Standing outside his door, shifting on his feet, John promises to be better. Resist falling into old habits, into men’s arms. Otherwise, one day, he won’t be as lucky. And where would his boys be…

“Whatever,” he sighs, opening the door, “women’re better anyway.”

John expected, with how low the sun was, he’d find a quiet room. Two children fast asleep, and a table John can sit at and consider his life choices. The table’s there, and at least one child lay unmoving on the bed.

Dean, however, sits on the edge of his bed. Bowl of cereal on his lap, he barely flinched at John’s entrance. Mesmerized by the television screen.

Creeping forward, he curiously spies on the cartoon Dean watches. He recognizes the explosions and music, glad his son enjoyed a perfect boys’ show like G.I. Joe. Still, freaked by his morning, John sees the cartoon with new eyes. Were the men on the show always that jacked? Abnormally so? And men don’t hug, why are they? John only hugged his fellow soldiers for select reasons, and those nights ended in hushed whispers and regret.

He strides across the room and clicks the television off.

“Hey!” Dean cries, “I was watching –“

“You won’t ever watch that show again, you hear me?” he says, sternly wagging his finger. “Do you hear me?”

Dean whines, kicking his legs. “Why? What’s so bad about it?”

“Because,” he splutters, cheeks flushed, “because, you don’t want people to think you’re a fairy, do you?” His oldest frowns, clearly confused. Unused to the term. John, reticent, turns from him. “Besides, you’re too old for cartoons anyway. Men don’t watch cartoons.” At Dean’s silence, John heads for the bathroom. “Wake Sammy, tell him we’re leaving –“

“What?”

“Your things better be packed by the time I finish showering.” He shuts the door, blocking any response.

Hidden from his kids, John bleeds every ounce of tension from his body. Shoes drop, booming in the small space. Shuffling further, John braces himself against the sink. Stares at his reflection, hating every sinful inch. “Never again,” he whispers, “you’re stronger than your mistakes.”

2020

Dean watches his reflection mouth the words, easy without sound. But when he tries voicing those thoughts, his voice crackles and cuts out. Plug pulled before anything happens, too frightened by what might be.

“You can do this,” he mutters, splashing some water on his face. “You can do this.” He’s had how many years? Of figuring things out. Of lying. Of acceptance. It’s three words. There are scarier things than that, and Dean has taken them all down.

But this?

Sam knocks on the door, “Dean? You finished in there?”

“Give me a sec, Sam!” he calls, wiping his hands on a nearby towel. His brother drumming continuing behind him, testing his patience. “Seriously!”

“Come on… I want to shower!” Scoffing. Sam slams a heavy hand on the door. “Can you please come out already?”

Dean swings it open, Sam’s brows jumping in surprise. “Fine!” he shouts, flailing, “I’m bisexual. Are you happy?”

Sam scowls, looking unimpressed. “Is that all?”

“…Yeah?”

“Good,” Sam says, offering a tiny smile. Only momentarily, as in the next second it flattens into a frown. “Now, if you're done, can you please exit the bathroom so I can wash the witch gunk from my hair?”

“Sure, sure…” Dean stumbles out, Sam rushing in after. Chest lighter, as was his mood. He giggles from the absurdity of it all, raking shaking fingers through his hair. “I’m bisexual,” he repeats, “I’m bi – I’m bi!”

A hurricane of thoughts whip through is mind. Many of them a variation of what he’s already announced. In the eye of that storm, however, is a crystal-clear lake of blue. A comfort, that makes his heart swell and feel safe. The same color as a very, important person’s eyes.

Dean dials his number, holding the phone to his ear. He answers on the third ring, Dean speaking over him. “Hey, Cas! I – I have something to tell you. I’m –“

(Day 5 - Now That’s an Angel Blade)

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abedsweaters · 4 years

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Ranking Community Episodes: Eh Tier

i’m back with my next tier! these episodes range from episodes that i didn’t really like but aren’t explicitly terrible to episodes that I’ll watch occasionally but think are kinda boring to episodes that have some good moments but are overall bad.

96. Intro to Knots (s04e10)

lmao literally forgot to rank this episode. so that indicates how much i had to say about it!

95. Queer Studies and Advanced Waxing (s06e04)

I can never remember anything about this episode. i think i liked... the baby bird stuff? (wait this is the karate kid episode that subplot was AWKWARD)

94. The First Chang Dynasty (s03e21)

I have the same issue that I have with the s5 finale, it’s just too zany and out there of a situation, which I don’t like as much as the (relatively) more grounded stuff

93. App Development and Condiments (s05e08)

It’s kiiiinnda funny but like the puppet episode it feels like there’s no real point to it nobody learns anything. and it’s also a little too absurd and out there.

92. Biology 101 (s03e01)

I hate this episode for introducing inspector spacetime and chang as a security guard, 2 elements i don’t like. S3 has a lot of good episodes but it’s where the show began to decline in my opinion. it gets points for the musical number at the beginning

91. Spanish 101 (s02e01)

Have I mentioned that I hate how sympathetic the show was to Pierce in season 1 even tho he’s like.... a bad person. his character did not age well.

90. Advanced Introduction to Finality (s04e13)

I guess my second hot take is I didn’t dislike this episode that much (or at least not as aggressively as some of y’all)? Like I get that it’s dumb and kind of pointless but apart from that it’s kind of a fun ride. Not good by any means tho lmao.

89. Intro to Recycled Cinema (s06e08)

Season 6 is so weird and confusing and the emotional core of this episode was all over the place. is it an abed episode? a jeff episode? what’s happening. why was chang briefly a famous actor.

88. The Art of Discourse (s01e22)

This episode is the one that made me think there is literally no reason that pierce is still in the friend group. shirley was VALID

87. Celebrity Pharmacology (s02e13)

Anyway i hate pierce

86. Geography of Global Conflict (s03e02)

I think I mostly just hate the annie/jeff tension in this episode (no hate but yes i’m on team ‘it’s kinda creepy’). i don’t think this is a bad episode but it’s an episode i almost never rewatch

85. Analysis of Cork-Based Networking (S05e06)

I don’t really like Hickey as a character, and i thought the bloodlines of conquest subplot was unnecessarily mean???

84. Basic Genealogy (s01e18)

Just kinda boring with too much Pierce

83. Basic RV Repair & Palmistry (s06e10)

Idk it just feels kind of awkward to me, especially bc abed seems to have no understanding of what a flashback is? I will say space elder britta makes me laugh tho. and kudos to them for trying to make the dean feel less like a joke character.

82. Origins of Vampire Mythology (s03e15)

I hate the scenes with blade in them and the entire concept is weird but it’s got good bits?

81. Paranormal Parentage (s04e02)

Decent by s4 standards. It’s fine.

80. Digital Estate Planning (s03e20)

ooooopppssssss HOT TAKE i don’t think this episode is very good. It’s funny but i think i’m just annoyed by shows about video games that don’t act like realistic video games. also the voice acting feels weird and disjointed when their supposed to actually be talking over headsets to each other????? it just feels super off to me.

79. Competitive Wine Tasting (s02e20)

Ehhhhh???? Good b plot i think???

78. Horror Fiction in Seven Spooky Steps (s03e05)

“Wait! Teach me to read!” Is one of the funniest one liners of the show. And I love abed humming daybreak. but the rest of the episode is pretty ehhh for me.

77. Repilot (s05e01)

It’s not strictly bad but it’s just kinda sad. I want these characters to be happy:( Also there’s literally and interview from pre s4 where dan says that jeff would become a lawyer one day and that if the show lasted they would expand it beyond just the community college but then they chickened out and just brought everyone back. it feels like they could have done the show w/o making everyone a student/teacher again. i wish they let these characters grow more. (especially Annie plz let Annie go to a real university!!!!)

76. Lawnmower Maintenance and Postnatal Care (s06e02)

Jim Rash is v funny. I love Annie and Abed’s roommate dynamic. Gillian Jacobs is v funny. everything else in this episode is awkward.

75. Football, Feminism, and You (s01e06)

I was convinced this episode was amazing for a long time but then i realized that it’s boring and I just love the “that’s racist” sequence.

74. Advanced Safety Feature (s06e07)

This episode grew on me! Not great by any means but I can enjoy it. Gillian Jacobs funny. also I will say this episode makes me realize that i have no idea why elroy is here as a character. like i like elroy independently but it’s like.... does he have any emotional attachment to these people? why is he here?

73. Urban Matrimony and the Sandwich Arts (s03e11)

Not much to say it’s very “just kinda there”. i like the normal-ication of abed and troy.

#community #community tier list #extras

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