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angelfishofthelord · 3 years

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(and heal)

hurt/comfort fic, set in 11x02 if Ephraim followed through on his threat of "what should we cut off first?"

It’s been a few days. A few days since they killed Death and unleashed the Darkness and fought off hoards of zombie-like infected people. A few days since the Darkness became a baby and then disappeared from her own nursery. A few days Sam found a cure for the infected after having the poison coursing through his own veins.

It’s also been a few days since they’ve heard from Castiel.

They can’t track his phone, no matter how many times Dean has told Sam to check again.

(What I have, you can’t help me.)

They followed up on a sightings of seeing a man like him but they still haven’t turned up anything that will lead them to where he is now. From the eyewitness reports it sounds like he’s been hexed with Rowena’s attack dog curse.

(Sam, Dean. Goodbye.)

They’ve also been looking for Rowena and Crowley, hoping one would lead to him Neither of them have been found yet.

(It may be some time before we see one another again.)

A few days stretches like a chasm before them, black and boundless. They keep circling and searching the same area where the last sighting was reporting, more to make them feel like they’re doing something than because it’s actually effective. They don’t talk much; not about Dean finally being free of the Mark, or about the Darkness, or if Castiel is going to be found dead or alive. The scratchy throat of the radio is the only running conversation as they move from town to town, the long shadow of the Impala crawling like a funeral procession of one.

Then they hear something: a rumor in a diner. Nothing more than the chatty whispers of teenagers at the next table slurping giant gulps of soda between munching on sliders. One of the girls is talking about an abandoned sawmill on the edge of the next town that sometimes screams at starry nights; about dusty black windows illuminated with sparks that another boy dismisses as a trick of the moonlight.

Stars don't scream; Sam and Dean know better than to think the natural is responsible for the unnatural.

If they can’t find Castiel, Sam and Dean figure, they may as well get rid of whatever spirit might be haunting the sawmill before some kid believes the stories enough to check it out for themselves. As soon as they pull up to the skeletal building, however, Sam reaches over and switches the radio off. Dean’s fingers move to turn off the engine, but it takes him a few seconds to connect with the key because his eyes are fixed on the sight in front of them.

There’s no mistaking the familiar style of the mark etched in blood on the outside of the building. It’s warding sigils. Angels. Angels are here, or have been here, which means Castiel must be here, or close by at least.

The two brothers arm themselves, silently, thoroughly. Blades two each. Sigiled cuffs. Holy fire in one pocket, lighter in the other. Flashlights with beams wide as the mouth of a cave. The door squeaks when they push it open, a long, protracted hiss of rusty hinges. There’s enough cobwebs hanging from the ceiling to reach their nostrils so they breathe shallowly, trying not to inhale too sharply as they move forward. More sigils are painted on the walls inside, blood mingled with the unwiped sawdust. Whoever was--is--here didn’t want to be found by anyone, man or inhuman.

Towards the back of the main room Dean finds the first body. A man in his late twenties, perhaps, wearing a dark suit, striped tie christened with a gaping, bloodless hole in the center. Angel. Dean steps over him, aiming the flashlight left and right until the beam falls across a second body lying face down. Then he turns the flashlight to the other side of the room and it illuminates the wide-open mouth of a third dead angel. His mouth hangs open as he sits propped up against the corner, one hand clasped over a deep wound at his side that has long stopped sputtering grace.

“So angels got him,” Sam whispers, unnecessarily, more because the thought had never crossed their mind. In the past few days of searching for their friend the two had entertained the thought of spells or demons or perhaps the Darkness taking Castiel hostage, but not his own family.

“Bastards,” Dean mutters, kicking the foot of the one face down beside them. “Looks like they got what was coming to them.”

Sam frowns slightly, squinting in the pale light as they walk forward. The sitting angel with the side wound looks familiar, like the vessel Hannah took when they talked to her at Heaven’s gate. He’s about to say something when Dean lowers the light down to a spot on the ground. “Sam,” he vocalizes hoarsely.

He follows his brother’s gaze to the glint of metal near his feet. The breath of the flashlight washes over the scattered tools on the floor--a wrench, a rusty circular saw leaning against the wall like a dark moon, and then-- Sam recognizes what it is. It’s been several years but it’s hard to forget the curve of the metal contraption that was fitted on the screaming angel in Crowley’s lair.

“What’s this doing here?” Dean breathes, bending towards it. The torture device is speckled with blood--fresh blood that leaves a smear on his finger when he touches it. Half of the long pins in the side are missing. One of them is glimmering a few inches away under the toppled over table, the sharp end slick and red.

“Let’s just get Cas and get out of here.” Sam steadies his own voice with determination and nods towards the doorway ahead. The plastic flaps of the entrance shimmer as they push them aside and walk in to find themselves standing in a windowless dark room. While Dean fumbles with his sputtering flashlight and then goes towards the side to feel for a light switch, Sam moves forward cautiously, only to crash into a round, hard corner of what must be another table.

“Shit,” he mutters as he stumbles to his knees, hard, just as Dean flips the switch.

Light drowns the room.

Sam’s eyes widen. He stays on his knees, body electric with shock. Besides him his brother makes a horrible choking noise that sounds very similar to “Cas.”

“No,” Sam whispers. His tongue feels heavy and swollen.

Dean’s legs are pitching him from side to side and he means to make them walk forward but they don’t. They can’t. His eyes flicker from side to side, up and down over the sight before him, like tracing a dot-to-dot pattern again and again.

Castiel--pinned against the wall, arms eagle spread. Metal pins driven into either side of his head, giving him long bloody side burns. His feet --shoeless, sockless-- are dangling limply from his ankles where two more pins are driven in. The palms of his hands are stretched open, fingers curled limply around the spikes embedded into the center.

Castiel’s eyelids are shut. Somewhere in the back of the mounting scream in Dean’s mind he realizes that he’s looking at a corpse and every muscle in his body dissolves.

Before he too, hits the ground beside his immobile younger brother, the corpse blinks.

They both leap to their feet and sprint forward immediately. “Get him down,” they gasp to each other at the same time. Sam goes to pull out the pins in his ankles while Dean hooks his arms under Castiel’s to hold him up so he won’t tear his palms when the weight sags.

“Hey, hey,” he repeats, brushing the matted hair out of Castiel’s eyes. “We’re here, Cas. We’re here.”

Castiel blinks, opening his left eye half way. “D’n.” The white of his eyes are webbed in red streaks. His lips are split and yellow-crusted.

“It’s okay.” Dean sucks in a breath and puts two finger on the pin in the right side of Castiel’s head. “It’s okay.” He pulls quickly, hurling the pin behind him before reaching for the next one. Castiel doesn’t even so much as flinch, which worries Dean even more.

When the pin on the left is removed the angel suddenly sags forward, sending Dean lurching back slightly before he bends on one knee to balance the weight. “I’ve got you,” he gasps, circling a hand around his back only to sink into the dampness of open flesh. Castiel’s entire back is lacerated to the point where Dean can’t tell where the skin ends and the exposed muscle and tissue begin. The marble white of his spine shows through the blood, black lines on the ridges showing where his back had been scraped raw against the concrete wall. Dean tries not to look at the spot on the wall where Castiel had been impaled, but he sees it anyways, the red spread of blood filling the corner of his eyes.

Castiel slumps bonelessly into his shoulder. “It’s okay,” Dean murmurs thickly. “S’okay.”

“They cut off his hands.” The announcement comes from above, in a strangled voice that must be Sam’s. Dean jolts his head up and then nearly falls backwards. He’d assumed that Castiel had fallen forward because Sam had removed the pins in his palms.

But his brother is standing there, immobile, next to a hand impaled into the wall. Dean drops his eyes to Castiel’s arms, the ones hanging loosely beside his. The ones that end in a smooth circle sliced clean from the wrist.

“They cut off his hands,” Sam repeats, unaware that he’s repeating himself. He tugs the pin loose and the amputated appendage falls into his outstretched hand. It feels heavier than he thought, fits smaller into his own palm. His knees are starting to fold again and he braces himself against the wall with one hand to keep from collapsing. Somewhere at the side he’s dimly aware of the sob-like sound coming from his brother as he clutches the angel in his arms tighter.

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apatheticanvas67482 · 3 years

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Even When You Hide

Happy @starrynightdeancas celebration day to @firefly124! I got really busy over the last couple of weeks, so its not as good as I wanted it to be for you, but I hope you like it anyways. (also I had to abandon my sketches and normal art style today due to technical difficulties, so the art is a bit rubbish, sorry, if i get round to finishing the other one in my normal style when i get home to my computers, I will send it your way) BUT ANYWAYS I hope you love it (the fic not the art, hides) and I think Sophie is the dopest for putting this whole thing together.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Castiel

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss

Based: Somewhere after 10.03, when Crowley give Cas grace and Dean is cured of Demon-ness, and 10.18, when Cas gets his grace back. I did not mention the Mark of Cain though.

Song: I See You - Missio

Word count: 2.2K

I see you when you're down And depressed, just a mess I see you when you cry When you're shy When you want to die I see you when you smile It takes a while At least you're here I see you

It had been 25 minutes since Dean had sent Cas to pick out the paint for his room. He put down all the sheets and lined the sockets and skirting boards with tape and was now sitting at the foot of the bed, tapping his foot to a silent beat.

Dean hadn’t known what to get the angel from the store so there were currently 12 pots of paint, all different colours, sitting on shelves in the garage. He chewed on the inside of his cheek absentmindedly, picturing the scrunch of Cas’ eyebrows and the tilt of Cas’ head as he scowled at the cans.

‘Dean. What does it matter if the room is winter blue or baby blue?’ Dean could almost hear him ask it - the gravel of Cas’ voice rumbled in the back of his mind. Dean shook his head, smiling, and headed to see what the hold-up was.

What he found was a mess.

“Fuck. Shit!” Pots of paint were scattered across the room. Most were broken open, stripes of paint led away from a large metal cabinet that had toppled over onto the Impala and cast the tins in all directions.

“Cas!”

Dean ran forward, holding his breath. The cabinet had smashed right through Baby’s windshield, fracture lines spanned what was left leaving chunks of glass suspended in the laminated frame. The bonnet had been completely crushed, practically folded in half, and the corners had torn into the paintwork. Dean would be seething except he couldn’t breathe. He threw his weight behind his shoulder, forcing it under the shelves and straining until black dots danced in his vision.

“Cas!” Dean collapsed, his efforts futile. “Cas! Where the hell are you?!”

And then he heard it – the quick and broken, but quiet sobs of an angel. Dean whirled around o fast his neck cracked and then he crawled, actually crawled on his hands and knees, towards the sound.

Behind the impala, Cas was perched on the balls of his feet with his trench coat pooling around him. Dean had never seen him cry before, not like this. There was a streak of paint that ran from just under his left eye to the corner of his mouth. Where his tear tracks converged with it, the drops turned blue and fell to the ground like grace. Dean watched, transfixed for a moment, before scrambling closer.

“Cas.” Dean’s voice louder than he meant it, startled Cas out of his fugue state. His hands, which had been moving, stilled instantly as he looked back at Dean with wide shiny eyes.

“I don’t want to go, Dean.” The cracks in Cas’ voice tugged at Dean’s soul. He didn’t understand.

Dean shook his head. “What?”

Cas’s eyes only grew larger as the hunter reached out, “Dean, please don’t make me go.” His arm hung in the air, terrified of doing the wrong thing. He knew Cas couldn’t fly anymore but it had never stopped feeling as though their conversations were timed, except Dean couldn’t see the numbers on the clock. He was always waiting for Cas to vanish. “I want to stay.”

Bile rose in the back of Dean’s throat and his hand dropped like dead weight between them as he realised what Cas was saying, what he was thinking. He thought back to months before. ‘You can’t stay.’ He’d said, the same bile rising in his throat as now. He looked at Cas in his human clothes, that goddamn hoodie., and watched as Cas’ heart broke. Watched as the hurt played openly on his features, defences down. And then, he’d looked away. Dean remembers looking anywhere but into his best friend’s eyes, knowing that if he did his resolve would surely crumble. Now, all he wanted was for Cas to look at him, but the angel had gone from a deer in the headlights to refusing to lift his head higher than his shoulders.

“I can fix it, I promise.” Cas’s hands started moving again. His fingers shook as he tried to slot several pieces of broken glass back together. Small cuts littered his palms, bleeding freely as Cas worked.

“Cas. Cas, why-” Dean swallowed around the lump of panic still tuck in his throat, “Why aren’t you healing? Is it the grace? Is it failing?” His hands had found there way between them again. They hovered uselessly over Cas’ own. Cas was shaking his head, but Dean wasn’t sure if it was in answer to his question.

“Cas?” Dean didn’t know what to do, until he did. Taking a shaky breath, he allowed his panic to consume him for one second more before he tabled it.

“Cas,” His voice was gentle but solid, “Cas, stop it. Please,” - Dean stilled Cas’ hands with his own. He turned them palm up and, careful not to catch any of the cuts, unfurled the angel’s trembling fingers with is thumb – “Just stop.”

Cas was still refusing to meet his eyes, but he’d stopped shaking his head. He stared down at the pieces of glass and Dean followed his gaze. He recognised them as the broken remains of a small glass statue of an angel. Sammy had presented the thing to a few years ago after he’d nabbed it from some rogue crossroad demon’s second-hand shop to bully Dean with. ‘A guardian angel to save me from your moping when Cas is away,’ Sam had said, and Dean had shoved it deep down inside Baby’s trunk. That was until they moved into the bunker and Dean had felt some strange compulsion to place the glass angel atop the recently toppled shelves. Cas had been there, tilting his head at him. ‘Present from Sam,’ He’d practically growled before running away.

“Hey,” One of Dean’s hands left Cas’ in favour of poking him gently in the cheek. Cas jerked backwards slightly, finally meeting Dean’s eyes. He was still crying but less so. Dean nodded, “I need you to listen to me. You. Are. Not. Going. Anywhere. Ever. Again.” He waved his free hand at the mess around him. “All this, none of it matters,” Dean moved his other thumb in circles, steeling himself. This moment is what all his years watching chick flicks in secrecy had been preparing him for. “You, Cas, are what matters. To me.”

Dean held his breath for one, two, three seconds. Cas hiccoughed, blinking one, two, three times as the last of his tears fell from his cheeks.

“Why aren’t you healing?” Dean whispered into the space between them, a little afraid of anything louder.

“I didn’t want to waste m…” Cas looked lost, “It.” Dean waited.

“When Metatron took my grace from me, he left me human. Except I’m not human. Jimmy though, Jimmy was human, fragile. Without my powers, I’m,” Cas struggled with his words, he looked away. “I’m a baby in a trench coat.” Fuck. “I am nothing. And I can’t go back to that. I can’t keep steeling my kin’s grace from them, reducing them as I have been reduced. I can’t.” He dropped his head to his chest once more. “But I also don’t want to die.

“Castiel.” Dean swerved back into Cas’ eyeline as he spoke, “You are not nothing,” Cas stared at him, not believing.

“You are not human. You’re not Jimmy. But you’re not your grace either.” Dean was going to make him understand how wrong he’d been sitting in Eve’s diner. “You’re not your vessel and you’re not your powers. When I look at you-” The hunter swallowed, “When I look at you, I just see… you. I see you, Cas.”

He looked down at their hands, feeling dizzy. He couldn’t believe how mushy he was being or how much he didn’t mind. He felt like Colin Firth. “As for the rest of it, we’ll figure it out. We always do. The grace situation… Well,” Dean smiled, small. “We’ll make it up as we go.” Dean lifted Cas’s hands to his lips and pressed a kiss into a single cut. After a moment, grace began to shine beneath the skin and the wounds pulled themselves closed. Beaming now, he leant back and ran his thumb over the soft new skin, turning their hands so their finger interlocked.

“Dean, I-”

“I made a mistake,” Dean interrupted, “I have made so many mistakes. But, kicking you out like has to be one of the worst. No explanation, no assistance, no nothing. It’s the wrongest I’ve ever been in my life. Gadreel gave me an ultimatum but that’s not an excuse. Doesn’t even come close to justifying what I did. I should’ve told you what was going on. Maybe if I had tried, for even a second, to communicate, we could have avoided a lot of pain. I should’ve – I should’ve done a lot. But I didn’t, and that wasn’t good enough.’

“Dean, it’s okay.”

“No, no it’s not.” Dean broke eye contact then.

“Okay, well” Cas squeezed his hands, “I forgive you then. How’s that?”

Dean huffed out half a laugh. His next words caught in throat as he looked back at Cas. He was so close to him. Dean supposed he always was. Dean’s eyes caught on Cas’ mouth where he had worried at his bottom lip. It was red and sore and wasn’t healing. Before Dean knew what he was doing, he was tipping forward, eye slipping shut. When they met in the middle, he barely felt it. He touched his lips to Cas’ like he had to his hands, his heart pounding against the inside of his ribcage. Dean didn’t realise he hadn’t been breathing until Cas’s lips moved against his own and he gasped for air. He leant against Cas’s forehead breathing far too heavily for such a chaste moment. They sat there just breathing in each other’s air for one, two, three seconds. Then Dean surged forwards, pushing of his feet so he was kneeling up over Cas. He dropped the angel’s hands in favour of holding his head in his own, pressing desperate kiss after desperate kiss to Cas’s mouth. Cas leant backwards under him as they kissed, moulding to fit the curve of his body. His dropped hands had twisted their way into Dean’s flannel, pulling him closer.

As Dean’s lungs screamed for breath, he pulled slowly away. Cas’ head dropped to rest against his sternum and Dean allowed himself to bury his face in his hair. His hands had settled at the base of Cas’ neck and began tracing nonsensical patterns into the skin there.

“C’mon,” He leant back and pulled Cas with him. Leading him by hand past the impala and a few scattered paint cans. He stopped by one - one of the only ones not broken open - and leant down to pick it up. ‘Dusty Cyan’. Perfect. He tucked it under his arm, and flashed Cas a smile.

I'm alone with you You're alone with me What a mess you've made of everything

I'm alone with you You're alone with me And I'm hoping that you will see yourself Like I see you

The next day found them huddled close together leaning over Baby as Dean taught Castiel how to hammer dents out metal without causing more damage and replace a windshield.

“D’you want to know something?” Dean cracked open his beer. Cas hummed from where he was bent over working a dent out of the open bonnet. He was wearing one of Dean’s ratty old Bon Jovi shirts, damp with sweat and motor oil and chewing on his lip distractedly – and distractingly. “Sammy got me that angel to tease me about you.”

Cas looked up then, “About me?”

“Yeah.” The hunter coughed, wondering what had possessed him to open his mouth and start yet another chick flick. Maybe he should be worried about how much of a sap he was becoming. It was Cas’ fault, obviously. “Cuz I always complain when you’re gone.”

Cas turned around and leant back on Baby, his shoulder brushed Dean’s. “You may want to begin coming up with some alternate topics of conversation.”

Dean laughed, “You think so?”

“I have been reliably informed that I’m not going anywhere.” Cas looked at him. “Ever. Again.”

Dean shoved his shoulder, smiling wide when Cas shoved back pressing him back into the Impala’s frame and leaning into his space.

“It’s why I put it up there in the first place instead of shoving in the back of some cupboard.” He poked Cas in the ribs. “Because it reminded me of you.”

“Me.” Cas echoed.

“You,” Dean smirked, “Dumbass.”

Cas growled and silenced him with a kiss for the ages. Dean let himself be taken over by the angel, surrendering the kiss to him and just basking in the feeling of Cas pressed up against him. He didn’t need some glass statue, he already had his guardian angel exactly where he wanted him, and he had proved to be far from fragile.

I see you in the dark At the dawn of something new I see you

#dean winchester #castiel #destiel #hurt/comfort #cas is hurting #dean is there #i hope this wasn't too angsty and had enough comfort in there for you #fanfic #kat scribbles #literally in this case #userstarry #writing challenge #mentions of death #feelings of worthlessness #baby is also there haha #fuck #not literally in this case #first kiss #starrynightdeancas gift exchange

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suncaptor · 3 years

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So we're having a s7/s8 breakdown on this fine Saturday? Good. May I interest you in theese thoughts (this whole ask might include some wild speculation, I hope you're up for it, if no, please ignore and I will crawl back to my basement, also this got SO LONG I AM ALMOST ASHAMED, but I need to exchange thoughts with someone agsfsdghf):

Amelia was the original blurry wife for Sam. I remember at the time s8 was airing the fandom wasn't really fond of her because she wasn't very special as a character, she felt kind of boring (obviously the wincest/bibro side hated her for different reasons lol) and unfortunately she was very forgettable. She was literally Just Some Woman, a blank canvas. (idk if you agree but this is what I think). But. I think she was set up to be Sam's endgame if season 8 was the last one. He gets what he wanted - out of the hunter's life, white picket fence, a wife and a dog. And it was confirmed somewhere that she was written off due to the hate she received (spn fandom being spn fadom I am leaving this without comment). So that is why I believe she was gonna be the Blurry Wife of season 8, but she was written off....

....."But hey!", you might say, "Sam was the one doing the trials in season 8! So how can she be his endgame if he was going to lock up Hell and die?". I have an answer! Sam doesn't start the trials until 8x14, four episodes after he broke up with Amelia and chose Dean in 8x10. Up until then it was agreed that Dean was going to be the one to do the trials, it was changed last minute in the show (when Sam ends up killing the hellhound in 8x14) and part of me wonders how much it might reflect the last minute change in real life. counterpoint: spn got a renewal on February 11th 2013 and 8x14 was shot November 30th - December 11th 2012 so renewal is not the case, maybe just a general change of direction for the season? idk, BUT......

.... but maybe? now I am thinking. So they make Sam break up with Amelia to get rid of her and so he can do the trials. and he is going to die. so basically once again Sam is going to die in the finale as a sacrifice (like in Swan Song) (oh I just remembered 8x23 was titled Sacrifice. NICE). And now back to Dean and everything romantic that happened that I mentioned in those tags. Let's say they keep the 'I love you' in 8x17 (I am still writing all of this under the assumption that season 8 was going to be the last one). And Cas disappears. And now guess what. He is not in 8x18. He is not in 8x19 but you know who is? NAOMI with this epic line: "And yet you haven't warded this place against us. I know. You're hoping Castiel will return to you. I admire your loyalty. I only wish he felt the same way. I know you don't want to believe it, Dean, but we're on the same side – shutting the Gates of Hell, bringing Castiel in from the cold. Take a moment. Think about what I've said." literally WHAAAAT, what were we supposed to think at this point?!?!? IF THE 'I LOVE YOU' was kept in 8x17?! can you imagine?! (also sidenote: 8x19 is a buckleming episode where they kill off Benny. epic highs and lows, etc.)

So they aren't reunited until 8x22 (i mean last seconds of 8x21 but it doesn't really matter). And Dean is angry, and hurt and we have this piece of dialogue:

CASTIEL: Dean, I can go with you. A FEW SECONDS PASS BEFORE SPEAKING AGAIN Dean. I'm sorry. DEAN: For what? CASTIEL: For everything. DEAN" Everything? Like, uh... Like ignoring us? CASTIEL: Yes. DEAN: Or like bolting off with the Angel Tablet, then losing it 'cause you didn't trust me? You didn't trust me. CASTIEL: Yes. DEAN: Yeah. Nah, that's not gonna cut it. Not this time. So you can take your little apology and you cram it up your ass. CASTIEL: Dean, I thought I was doing the right thing. DEAN: Yeah, you always do.

still with me? ok. so then Cas is sad and wants to apologize and goes out to buy Dean beer and pie but Metatron finds him and they go on their little quest together. blah blah blah, Sam and Dean catch Crowley, they are in the church, Sam in beginning the ritual on Crowley when wild Cas appears and asks Dean for help because... he needs a Cupid's Bow for Metatron to lock up Heaven. and he asks for Dean's help. I mean at this moment I think everyone would have gotten the HINT. Dean leaves Sam with Crowley to do the trial by himself (he chooses to go with Cas this is important because the last time he saw Cas he was angry at him).

And then we have that infamous bar scene where Dean might still be hurt but now he is afraid of losing Cas AGAIN due to Heaven about to be locked up and he is like "ummm are you sure? you're -- you're boarding up Heaven, and you're locking the door behind you. you did a lot of damage up there, aren't you afraid the angels might kill you?" and Cas is like stone cold "yeah they might and I am sure about doing this" :( and then they witness as two dudes fall in love in the bar. hint hint again.

quick cut to Crowley who says: "Don't we all -- you, me -- we deserve to be loved. I deserve to be loved! I just want to be loved". hint hint Love is a whole theme of this episode

AND THEN Castiel's grace ends up being the last ingredient to cast out all angels from Heaven after a nephilim and cupid's bow. And it's brushed off with a no-homo line by Metatron: "I want you to live this new life to the fullest. Find a wife. Make babies." SURE. oh to get my hands on the original first drafts of those episodes... a girl can dream.

in conclusion I wonder what the ending would be here. Dean and Cas eventually reunite and finally talk it out? one can argue: "but why Cas didn't confess back when they were having their moment in the bar? :/" well, because, as he tells us himself, (actually he says it to Kevin prior to he bar scene, but it's easy to understand that he is also talking about himself here): "There is no out. Only duty. You are a Prophet of the Lord, always and forever... ...until the day you cease to exist, and then another Prophet takes your place. Now, are you clear as to the task before you? Then do it, and let's go." (now don't think about this line and Dean's quiet: "Are you sure? Aren't you afraid?" in the bar and Castiel's "Yeah I'm sure")

so then they finally reunite, both human and they find each other and Cas is like "My grace was the special last spell ingredient because ..................." and they would address the Crypt Scene confession finally, I guess. They arrive at the Church and Sam is dead (according to what we know now (if a soul was in hell it will always end up in hell thing) maybe he went to hell. maybe it's locked up but he is the one in charge Rowena-style?). So of course Dean is a wreck but he has Cas by his side. Holding hands as they bury Sam. I don't know but I want to know SO BADLY what they had originally planned here. I would literally willingly sell my kidney to read Carver's mind.

I AM DEEPLY SORRY FOR THIS ASK I HAD TO GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD ILY <3333333333333

okay I have NO CLUE what they meant to do or the validity of the assumptions, but this is SO interesting and I agree with all your analysis of canon, except I also don't think that Cas like. understood at all or ever thought Dean's "I love you" meant what Dean did at this point xnkslfkdkdkskd so I see your draw to him specifying duty given his probable suicide rather than stay with Dean like he wants.

I also do wonder what they were doing with Sam in s8 it's very disjointed and out of character, so your guesses are VERY interesting. Amelia like made no sense Sam made no sense or the way Sam treated Benny (which I think was set up for Sam decided to choose hunting with Dean over her and Dean about Benny, so I don't know if she was meant to be endgame ever? but I have nooo clue what they could have meant for because the plot is all over the place in s8). anyways INTERESTING. I love all your thoughts thanks for sending this ask 💞💞

#and like to be clear I do view canon destiel VERY similarly to you. you get it.#incest mention #spn #supernatural #destiel #sam Winchester #samelia #s8 #sammy #dean winchester #castiel #cas #amelia richardson #amelia #incoherents #ask

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according-to-the-laura · 2 years

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StackedNatural Day 87: 8x10, 15x09

StackedNatural Masterpost: [x]

January 16, 2022

8x10: Torn and Frayed

Written by: Jenny Klein

Directed by: Robert Singer

Original air date: January 16, 2013

Plot Synopsis:

Dean and Castiel try to rescue Samandriel from Crowley. Sam tries to decide whether or not he should continue hunting or be with Amelia.

Features:

Samandriel is tortured by Crowley, angels can be lobotomized and limited, Cas’ hobbies include healing babies in parks, Angels are still weird eldritch beings, burning bushes, Destiel team up, Angel operating systems,

My Thoughts:

In everything except the Amelia plot line (as always, why wasn’t she some kind of siren or other creature? Why are all her flashback scenes so fuzzy if there wasn’t unreliable memory shit going on?) this episode kicks total ass. We have Destiel investigation team up, we have Naomi, we have the blood coming out of the eye, we have the actor playing Samandriel doing an amazing job, we have Crowley when the show still gave him a sense of style and intrigue, we have the angel tablet revelation, we have angels as celestial computers with code that can be hacked. It’s a gift of an episode.

I’m going to very quickly talk about the things I don’t like so I can talk about the things that I do like. This is the same for the entire season, but Sam’s heel turn on all monsters being evil makes absolutely no sense for his characterization up to this point. After all, he sees himself as a monster pretty often, and he tries to do the most good that he can. I wish there had been some big event right after Dean went into purgatory. If Sam had slipped, started drinking demon blood again, and saw himself as a monster, his insistence that something monstrous can’t be good would be a lot more effective than it is when he’s just been hanging out with a random lady all year. Also, Jared can’t act and neither can the actress playing Amelia.

The angel lobotomy plotline is one that is actually really well paced and seeded compared to plotlines like this in other seasons. Compared to leviathans, which were introduced and became the season big bad over the course of 2 episodes (being introduced at the end of one and becoming season big bads at the start of the next), Naomi is introduced 3 episodes before it becomes clear the extent to which she is going to influence the rest of the season. We learn that angels can basically be hacked into revealing the secrets of their creation through someone else before it’s revealed that this has happened to Cas at least once before. And the cuts back and forth between her room and Earth are so smooth and fit together really well. Also, I love the halo imagery with Samandriel’s lobotomy. Very visually satisfying.

Season 8 was AMAZING for extremely effective queerbait. I always wonder what would have happened after/during Goodbye Stranger if it had actually been the last season.

Notable Lines:

“That’s his serious face, yes.”

“Hey, what do you say, this doesn't pan out, we head back to that beer-and-bacon happy hour about a mile back, huh?”

“I can't enjoy a world I need to save, Dean.”

“Listen to me closely. I've been there. I know! They're controlling us, Castiel!”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 9.0

IMdB Rating: 8.2

15x09: The Trap

Written by: Robert Berens

Directed by: Robert Singer

Original air date: January 16, 2020

Plot Synopsis:

Sam and Eileen are faced with the brutal truth. Meanwhile Dean and Cass work together in the hopes of getting a step ahead of Chuck.

Features:

Captive in a casino, purgatory and leviathan blossoms, visions of the future, the peak of divorce arc, the drafts are memories, Sam loses hope, Jack is BACK baby.

My Thoughts:

The scenes with Sam and Eileen hit so much harder than the scenes with Sam and Amelia that it’s actually a little embarrassing. This is how you write a romantic subplot! She has to have some substance to matter to him!

That being said, I wish the scalpel scenes were gorier. Sam saying he’s going to bleed out while he’s got, like 3 tablespoons of blood on his shirt doesn’t really work.

When I first got back into Supernatural I thought people were exaggerating when they called it a divorce arc but these lines are so based around romantic relationships in North American media. “I left but you didn’t stop me”? Come on. And then it’s compounded by Sam seeing Chuck’s future. Dean’s turning point from caring about the world is explicitly him having to bury Cas in a Ma'lak box because of the mark, which is then compared to Sam losing Eileen. The parallels can’t really get any clearer than that.

An interesting thing about the future visions is that they have the same lens flares on lights that heaven had in Dark Side of the Moon in season 5. Not sure exactly how to parse that but I’m sure someone has a very compelling theory that I’d love to read.

The purgatory prayer gets me as hard if not harder than the confession. I don’t think I’ll be saying anything that hasn’t already been said, but he closes his eyes and makes himself vulnerable in a world where literally everything wants to kill him so that he can pray to Cas and apologize, because that is the number one priority for him in this moment. I like to think that he got down on his knees because he thinks that this will be the last time that he ever prays and he’s going to do it right. And then he doesn’t even go down on both knees, he goes on one like it’s a proposal. Insane acting choice from thee vessel Jensen Ackles. And then another insane choice to look disappointed when Cas stops him from saying whatever he was going to say before they go through the portal. Because if he was going to apologize again, he already knows that Cas heard it, you’d think he would be relieved. He was going to say something new.

There’s also something super romantic about Cas barely getting away from these eldritch horrors that are chasing him, and sitting down and waiting for Dean instead of going through the portal and waiting for him in safety.

Thank you Robert Berens for my life.

Notable Lines:

“It’s not my first time on the rack.”

“You still think you’re the hero of this story. You still think you can win.”

“You didn't give me a choice. You couldn't forgive me. And you couldn't move on. You were too angry. I left, but you didn't stop me.”

“Ever since what? We lost pretty much everyone we've ever cared about? Ever since the Mark made Cas go crazy? Ever since I had to bury him in a Ma'lak box? Ever since then? Yeah.”

“Cas, I hope you can hear me... that wherever you are, it's not too late. I should've stopped you. You're my best friend, but I just let you go. 'Cause it was easier than admitting I was wrong. I don't know why I get so angry. I just know – I know that it's – it's just always been there. And when things go bad, it just – it comes out. And I can't -- I can't stop it. No matter how – how bad I want to, I just can't stop it. And – And I – I forgive you. Of course I forgive you. I'm sorry it took me so long – I'm sorry it took me till now to say it. Cas, I'm – I'm so sorry. Man, I hope you can hear me. I hope you can hear me.”

“Okay, Cas, I need to say something.” “You don't have to say it. I heard your prayer.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 9.9 (because the vampire fangs are egregious)

IMdB Rating: 8.6

In Conclusion: Two Singer episodes in a row, play a drinking game where you drink every time you see a weird zoom.

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#Stackednatural #supernatural #spn #8x10 #Torn and Frayed #15x09 #The Trap #this isnt important enough to put in the main notes #but very dtacore in torn and frayed that cas can only remember naomi’s room while he’s in it #sorry to make everything about dta #but everything is about dta

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equestrianheart · 3 years

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ok, humour me for a minute.

this isn’t a fix it fic, it’s more of a fix it episode synopsis.

if i could write my own silly little perfect ending: it would mostly be the same up until jack defeats chuck in 15x19.

then, amara becomes god. she is benevolent and she’s caring and she’s everything chuck wasn’t. like jack does in the real episode, she closes her eyes and all the people who got dusted come back. à la avengers endgame with clint’s wife, we know because sam’s phone rings, and its a facetime call from eileen. the relief in his voice is unmatched as he answers.

back at the bunker, dean is first in the door and thunders down the steps. he’s almost afraid to hope, but there he is. standing in the middle of the library, is castiel. he looks bashfully at the man he so clearly loves.

“hello, dean.”

THEN

15x20. its got a “road so far” segment, god damn it.

it’s a jump five years in the future. it’s 2025, we’re at a house, it seems to be out in the country, under a wide blue sky. they have a barn, which appears to be all set up for a wedding, with white chairs and a flower arch. there is no exposed rebar in this barn.

they come inside to a house bustling with people. the camera pans through the warm home, everyone is hugging each other, all dressed to the nines. bobby. charlie and stevie. jody, alex, donna, claire and kaia. rowena has come up from hell and crowley is also there because idk his mom is the queen of hell and i’ve just decided that in my perfect episode he was resurrected at some point. garth and his family are there. donatello. the GHOSTFACERS are there! becky and her family are there. mrs butters came back from her forest for the occasion! adam is there, since he was killed by chuck and brought back by amara.

the next scene is in one of the bedrooms, and the brothers are both in suits. sam is fixing dean’s bowtie. there’s a closeup of his hand—he has a wedding band on already. it’s not his wedding!? dean looks nervous.

“tell me honestly sam—is it too much? should i change my pocket square? what do you think about these shoes...”

“dean. shut up. you’re freaking out. just breathe.”

the music slows down, all emotional and we get a monologue that i probably can’t come up with now, but sam tells dean all the things he’s done for him, how much he loves him. how hard they’ve fought together to get themselves to this point. how good it is to see dean so happy and in love. they hug. it’s beautiful.

dean leans back and looks at sam.

“my baby brother. I love you so much.”

the next scene, everyone is seated in the barn, ready for the wedding.

amara is revealed to be under the flower arch, ready to officiate, because who better to wed two lovers than god herself?

sam walks dean up the aisle, as an instrumental version of carry on my wayward son is played by a string quartet.

jack walks down the aisle next, and he is clearly the flower girl. he has a flower crown on (humour me) and he’s clumsily throwing flowers all around him. it’s adorable and amazing and kind of hilarious. he sits at the front, next to eileen and sam, who now has their little boy on his lap. jack gives a thumbs up to dean.

everyone turns for the big reveal.

castiel, dressed in the most handsome suit, walks up the aisle.

the music swells and we see dean’s face light up as we have a hundred times before, because he’s never tired of seeing his person. he is teary eyed and humbled and in love. cas reaches the arch.

“hello dean.”

“hi cas.” dean barely whispers.

amara begins, we’re gathered here today to join these two in holy etc etc.

when it comes times for vows, dean’s not always been great with words, and he keeps it short and simple, but it’s clear to anyone how much this means to him.

castiel brings the entire barn to tears with his. something about millennia spent observing humans and he never understood them. he never understood love, or loss, or want. only duty. but pulling one dean winchester out of hell would lead him on a renegade path, to defeat death, the devil and god just to keep loving him.

sam, still weeping, places his son on the ground, gently pushing him towards his uncles, saying “go on, bobby!”

he toddles over with the two rings. dean goes down to his level and takes the rings, giving him a hug. he adores his little nephew. cas puts a loving hand on his head and bobby looks up. cas signs “thank you” to him. cas and dean exchange rings.

“you may now kiss the angel!” amara exclaims.

dean dips cas back and we get the most incredible, passionate kiss. the crowd cheers, (miracle barks), and dean looks at his husband.

“I love you.”

the song ends, and they run out of the barn, hand in hand, showered in confetti by their friends and found family.

the next scene is the first dance, and it’s just got to be “I can’t help falling in love with you”, hasn’t it? they waltz, and the crowd is out of focus in the background. all that matters right now is these two and their love.

dean looks up and the camera follows his eye-line, lingering on one of the barn walls, which has been adorned with pictures of all their friends they’ve lost. the picture of them all at bobby’s house with jo and ellen. pictures from the day they went LARPing with original charlie. a picture of cas and gabriel. the picture of sam, dean and their parents from the bunker.

cas turns and looks too.

“theyre with us, dean.”

more wedding scenes...

castiel throws the bouquet and charlie catches it, looking at stevie and waggling her eyebrows. jack is dancing with little bobby, because they’re both adorable babies. crowley and rowena have some pretty slick moves on the dance floor, because duh. adam hugs his brothers.

dean and cas cut into the cake, which is of course not a cake but a huge PIE!

the last scene is the brothers sitting on the impala bonnet, having a beer together. it’s clearly late in the night, and you can hear the crickets, and the sound of the party dying down in the barn behind them.

dean throws an arm around his brother, pulling him close.

“we did it, sammy. it was you and me against the world, and we did it.”

Fade out

THE END

OBVIOUSLY this is a completely naive disney style happily ever after, but let me have my fun god damn it!!!! if i was ever so inclined, i’d fic it. maybe some day!

#this is from my phone notes so the spacing is all fucked sorry #spn #supernatural #spn fix it #15x19 fix it #15x20 #15x20 fix it #destiel #destiel wedding #barn #carry on #spn happily ever after #castiel #Sam winchester #dean winchester #flower girl jack is so cute to me #saileen

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Make her scream - Part 5 - Dean - Make you scream

Request: The reader doesn't make noises when having sex so it was a challenge to see who could make her well scream. The story I wanted it to be a poker game at the bunker with several people there. Of course being a Dean girl I want him to be the one to make her scream. People I wanted to come to the poker party is Reader, Jo, Bela, Meg, Jody, Donna, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Gadreel, Benny and Adam {let Adam live with the boys}. I wanted Cas and Gadreel to overhear the ladies talking with their angel hearing and tell the guys. Not believing what they heard they make a bet or something to see who can make her scream. It can be a one shot or miniseries. Make Bela a good girl and Meg cured from being a demon.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Rowena, Jo Harvelle, Meg Masters, Bela Talbot

Warnings: eavesdropping, bets, voyeurism, fingering, smut, unprotected sex, fluff, comforting, tension, seducing a woman Dean Winchester style

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“Morning.” Waving at Dean you wonder as he doesn’t wear his usual sweatpants and a loose shirt. Instead, he wears tight blue jeans and a too-tight shirt, showing off his obscene upper arms.

Your teeth sink into your lower lip and you can’t help yourself but let your eyes wander to Dean’s ass. The jeans hang loose on his hips but his ass is on full display the moment he bends to fix his shoelaces.

“Holy…” Whimpering you need to hold back your hand from wander to Dean’s ass to slap it harshly.

You can’t see Dean’s smug grin or the way his eyes darken with every heavy pant leaving your chest.

“Do you want anything for breakfast, Sweetheart?” Dean’s voice tries to break through the fog around your mind. You only stare at his wide chest, letting your eyes travel down to his crotch and back up to his eyes.

His eyelashes are longer than yours and you gasp as his hand reaches out for you.

“Y/N? Sweetheart are you okay there? You look a bit…dunno…” Dean wets his lower lip, trapping it between pearl white teeth and you whine low in your throat.

Dean plays dirty so he steps closer, cupping your cheek to check on you. Close enough to let you smell his cologne Dean breathes against your forehead, placing a soft kiss to the skin.

“No fever, Y/N. Hmm…do you feel well?” His piercing green eyes search your face as you weakly press your hands against his body, feeling his firm chest underneath your fingertips.

“I…uh…dunno…a bit hot…” Humming Dean moves his hands up and down your arms as his lips press against your forehead once again.

“Hot you say. Maybe a shower will help?” The devil smirks and you whimper as he let go of you, taking the warmth of his hands on your body away.

“Don’t think a shower will help…” Muttering under your breath you watch Dean walk out of the kitchen, swaying his hips.

Whimpering once again you bite your index fingers as Dean removes his shirt to enter the showers. His broad shoulders on full display you imagine holding tight onto him while he drives wildly into you.

Knowing Dean is the only man not interested in you, you turn around to walk toward your room while you try to suppress the urge to touch yourself.

“So…you won so far…” Jo smirks, showing you the money once again. “How about we make things a bit more interesting…”

“Jo, all men had their chance, and none made me scream. I won’t fuck Crowley or little Jack.”

You are not in the mood for another meaningless fuck so you want to end the bet, but Dean walks out of the showers. Hair damp, only a towel hanging lose around his waist he smirks at you and Jo. Giving you a wink.

Pointing at Dean your friend smirks, seeing the way you bite your lower lip as Dean walks into his room.

“How about Dean?” Bela chuckles as she joins the conversation.

“Yeah…” Meg is all in, but you shrug, shaking your head. “Why not? Don’t you want a piece of Dean Winchester's ass too?”

“Meg…he’s not into me, ‘k. Dean would never see me that way, not at all. The reason I barely had dates was…” Trailing of you fall silent.

“Holy hell, sister! Are you into Dean for real?” Jo squeals, squeezing Meg’s upper arm. “We can still win the bet.”

“Stop right now, Jo. Dean is not into me and would for sure not want me…” Sighing you try to explain that Dean is the only man in the bunker not lusting after you.

“My dear, you accepted the bet. Now go in there and copulate with Dean.” Rowena insists as you roll your eyes dramatically.

“What shall I do? Go in there, push him onto his bed and force his cock into me? NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!” Angrily clenching your fists you remember the way Dean’s muscles flexed not half an hour ago.

“Dude…you got it bad for the cocky guy. Go and get him. Play dunk his dick…” Bela snorts, knowing Dean would kill anyone in the bunker to have a piece of you. “But don’t scream…”

“I hate you…all of you…”

Pursing your lips you want to avoid the unavoidable, but Crowley’s name leaves his mother's lips and you run toward Dean’s room for dear life.

“Fine. If he kicks me out of the bunker it’s your fault and one of you will take me home…”

Ripping Dean’s door open, you gasp seeing the tall hunter grabbing a pair of boxers, chuckling as you glance at his naked ass.

“Uh…Y/N? Do you need anything?” Smug grin all over his face Dean purrs the words and you slam his door shut, locking it. “Sweetheart?” Dean plays hard to get but you won’t have it.

All other guys pounced on you, got grabby and took what they wanted. Today is your day and you will take what you want.

“Yeah…you can help me by making me scream…” Smirking you slide your dress down your shoulders, stepping out of it you kick it aside before your bra drops to the floor.

Dean’s eyes darken and his cock twitches in interest as you stalk toward him, swaying your hips. Your lips are on Dean’s before he can react. You are shaking in anticipation as you dig your nails into his muscles, devouring his mouth.

“Fuck, Baby Girl.” Dean pants against your lips, walking you backward to cage you between the wall behind you and his body. “You sure…” Fingers sliding through your hair Dean searches your face.

“I’m sure…” Nervously chewing on your lower lip you feel Dean sliding your panties down your legs.

Your hands paw at his shoulders as you spread your legs to let the tall hunter slip one hand between your legs to toy with your little nub.

“You’re so wet for me, Baby…god…feels so good having you in my arms.”

Forgetting about the bet, Crowley and anything else Dean picks you up, he’s growling as you grab his cock to line him up with your entrance.

“Dean…”

“I’ve got you, Sweetheart, just let go…” Crying out you dig your nails into Dean’s shoulders, letting him bottom out as he splits you open. “I know…feels so good…”

Whimpering you look at Dean holding you safe in his arms. He’s capturing your lips in a soft kiss, distracting you from the slight burn.

“Move…fuck move, Dean…” Pressed against the wall you look at Dean working his cock into you. He’s determined to make you feel good so he slings one arm around your back and one large hand cups your ass before he starts moving faster.

Painfully close to your high you throw your head back, starting to whimper every time Dean slides into you. He’s watching your face contort, telling you the whole time how beautiful you are or how good it feels to have you in his arms.

“No one else can ever touch you again.” Possessiveness written all over his features Dean captures your lips in a messy kiss.

Between pants, thrusts and praising your name he tries to not take his eyes off you but the way you start squeezing him tightly let his eyes flutter shut.

The sight of Dean moaning your name lost in pleasure makes you cry out his name the moment you fall hard.

“Dean…oh…please…” He’s pressing his body against yours. A wall of muscles keeps you in place as he moves faster, fucking up into you in a maddening pace.

“I’ve got you…”

Holding your body with one strong arm he slips the hand from your butt between your legs to swipe one skilled thumb over your clit and you cry out, screaming Dean’s name and you don’t care someone squeals outside the room or you got the feeling you smell sulfur.

All you can do is falling apart in Dean’s arm and watch his features soften as he spills into you.

“Fucking shit…” Your lips nip at his soft pillows, causing Dean to groan against you. “I thought I need to walk around naked for you to notice me, Sweetheart.”

“I noticed you for years…” Whimpering as Dean pulls out you try to stand on wobbling legs but Dean picks you up, carefully placing you onto his bed.

“I’ll be right back with water and to clean you up. Won’t let you out of this room for the next days or like ever…” Dean smirks before he grabs his pants to run out of the room.

Crowley grins, while the other men stare holes into Dean’s skull.

“You won, Squirrel…” Cocking his head Dean laughs as you lean against the doorframe, waving at him with your index finger.

“Damn right, Crowley. I won the first prize. Keep the money and everything else, I only want her…”

“I hate him…” Sam curses.

“Same…” All men grumble in unison.

“Fair is fair, boys. Dean won. Let him enjoy his prize…” Rowena chuckles. “We can share the money Y/N lost as she screamed for Dean…”

While Dean throws you over his shoulder the others start talking about gambling, stupid bets, and money.

THE END...

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mittensmorgul · 4 years

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Plastic fantastic

I've put off doing this long enough, and spent the intervening days reading everyone else's interpretations, so there's gonna be a lot in here, but also a lot that I've probably not focused on too heavily because other folks have already said the things better than I could've. So this is just a recap of the things I personally feel are most significant and thematically cool going forward. It's... a lot... :'D

15.04 was infused with an element of surreality. Which I ended up referring to throughout this post as “plastic.” Hence the title. But this got super long, so here have a cut. :’D

Right from the THEN segment, we're reminded of Cas. Rowena's sacrifice, Cas's own suffering at Chuck's hands, and how this has affected Sam and Dean-- Sam miserable for having done what they had to do (right?) in sacrificing Rowena, and Dean PISSED but feeling like this was the only way to free them from what he sees as Chuck being a "fanboy" of them. It shifts directly into BECKY, who was described previously as a "fangirl" and involved in a supremely unhealthy relationship with both Chuck AND Sam (even if it was completely one-sided and creepy with Sam). And then shifts to Chuck being told-off by Amara in 15.02, in essentially a recap of all the best insults and condemnations she could fling at him... because he deserved it honestly, I mean HE LOCKED HER AWAY FROM THE DAWN OF CREATION TO SUFFER ALONE WHILE HE DID HIS THING TO MAKE HIMSELF FEEL BIG.

Okay, sorry, I just really hate that guy and his hypocrisy sometimes (read: all the time).

Right. Where were we. At the beginning.

Gunfight in the bunker, with the Danger Lights activated. I've been waiting for this scene since we got BTS photos of Jensen all battered and ragged with the beard. This... isn't real. It's not SPN universe real anyway. Since the SPPT promo came out, I have been eager to see this episode just for this scene. I guessed it was a vision Sam was having/receiving because of the Equalizer Wound, the beginning of his glimpses into "Chuck's writing process." Is this an AU that Chuck actively created? Is it just the sort of thing Chuck daydreams about? Or in the style of Supernatural episodes past, is this some sort of window into the ending Chuck wants/intends to write for them, which obviously would be something they absolutely could not let stand?

Like Dean’s nightmare he awoke from in 10.09 where he saw himself slaughtering a room full of people at the beginning of the episode, which became reality by the end of the episode? Is Chuck’s horrific ending that Becky hated what we actually saw play out in Sam’s nightmare? The show has invited us to consider that as at least a possibility. Or, to at least assume Chuck’s horrifying ending was at least that awful.

There's so much in this scene that doesn't match up with what any of us might imagine Sam would even consider a nightmare of his own mind's creation, you know? And yet it's SAM who is plagued by these incongruous nightmares that don't even really connect up with things that are relevant to the things currently on his mind, you know? After recent events, one would think the things that would plague Sam's nightmares would be the loss of Jack, or his role in Rowena's apparent death and his guilt/depression over it, or even the fight against the ghostpocalypse and the people who lost their lives as a result of that. Instead, he's having "nightmares" about having gone full Boy King of Hell demon blood addict, which hasn't been a pressing personal fear of his for more than a decade. He's even talked specifically about how he's made his peace with that entire time in his life, such as his talk with Magda in 12.04. NOT coincidentally also written by Davy Perez.

That's because... this is NOT Sam's "nightmare." Why would Sam "dream" about Dean's regular gun having the power to spark out demons? Why would he "dream" about BENNY being a human (and alive!) ally of Dean's that Sam had sent his own army of demons to destroy? Why would Sam dream that his demonic-self would hunt down and kill his loved ones (Bobby! Jody! and nobody else mentioned! as if this was some weird time-travelling situation combined with Benny's human presence!), and then in the end hunt down and murder Dean in cold blood? This wasn't Sam-As-Lucifer (though I believe we will be seeing that particular nightmare in next week's episode), but SAM. HIMSELF. Turned into the demon he always feared he was "destined" to become before they learned how to tear up the story and make their own choices about their destiny.

The problem now is that they actually believe that Chuck has gone, and they're on their own now. Sam believes that this must be his own nightmare, and therefore he's just stuck with it, as his own mind and memories and fears come back to torment him. He's lost his power to fight against it, like Dean's lost his power to fight against his current experience. It's as if the only power Chuck retains over them is in the fact that they BELIEVE he's gone, you know? Magic's power is in the belief of the caster, Rowena has recently reminded us with her own life. And I think that's exactly what's leaving Sam and Dean so completely vulnerable to manipulation by Chuck, in ways they've never before been vulnerable to it. Because they've both staked their entire futures on the fact that they so firmly believe they're free of Chuck's story.

Sam is just... so confused by this nightmare, he can't even make sense of it at all. And the sleep deprivation isn't probably helping.

I think we've all covered the Meat Man conversation already, as well as all the Dean vs Food stuff, so I'll only add that commentary in here if I think of something I haven't already said on the subject.

Dean calls out Sam's assertion that he's fine, directly telling him "No, you're not," and expressing his understanding of what he's going through.

And here come the cheerleaders. And doesn't this (as I believe many of us have already said over the last two weeks) just smack of Sam's "fake case" Gadreel had him trapped researching inside his own mind in 9,10? Crowley had to convince Sam that what he was trapped inside wasn't real, that he was possessed by an angel who was forcing him to experience these things. And obviously the God Wound isn't direct possession, and I don't doubt that this is a real case, but how much of this case might have been "arranged" by Chuck, or how much of Sam's perception right now may be clouded or colored because of the effects of that Wound?

Not only that, but Dean is also a participant in this entire odd case, and he doesn't even HAVE a wound connecting him directly to Chuck, you know? But his judgment seems to be equally clouded by something, as well... I'm gonna call it Intense Denial. Dean is basing his entire life right now on the presumption that Chuck has stopped interfering in their lives, when I think the exact opposite is true. I think Chuck is now focused on them more directly and more intensely than he ever has been before, and their obliviousness to that fact is only strengthening his hold on them, and amplifying his power over them.

But back to the current point in the episode:

Sam interviews the vice principal of the school, and the girl who was killed was in the drama club, debate team, cheerleading, campus ministry, you name it. That's... an awful lot of potential friends, so Sam asks about BEST friends, and we're directed to Veronica "and the girls." Veronica is singled out, which makes her speech to the empty room later even more interesting...

This episode relies on a lot of the elements of the case they're investigating to seem rather... plastic. And Veronica stood out as one of these elements. She could've just been "one of the girls," but she was identified specifically here, and it's like that designation itself somehow altered reality just a little bit. Heck I think I'm gonna need to put this line of thought on hold until we get to the speech scene. Remind me to come back to this.. >.>

The Whitmans interrupt (oh those crazy parents from 1.08, at it in a completely different role), seemingly uncaring of the dead girl and demanding their son's future not be ruined by postponing the lacrosse game. (OH THE IRONY) Sam rightly calls them out on framing it as "the end of the world" if he doesn't get into his first choice college. These parents have already been established to be Those Kinds of Parents who will do anything for precious little Billy to get whatever he wants in the world. They'd probaly strangle kittens on live TV if it would guarantee their son's future, you know? We haven't even seen the full extent of what they were willing to do for their son, and they already feel like cartoonish villain types.

I need to take another aside here to talk about the boy’s name. BILLY. Which, considering how we left things in 14.20, we’ve all been wondering about what Billie is up to in the Empty, right? This boy that will, by the end of this episode, become a literal stand-in for Jack on a cosmic scale? Is called Billy. Just... consider that.

I can already hear Becky critiquing Chuck's Monster of the Week here... and in turn parts of the fandom cynically saying that this is the complaint on MotW episodes forever-- that they're boring or unimportant or skippable because the monsters are predictable and boring, and just... NO. YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY MISSED THE POINT.

I think the general assumption is that the case we watch Sam and Dean solve is being directly affected by Chuck's simple act of typing it out. In exactly the same way we believed Metatron influenced the events of s9 by the simple act of typing it out. Could he control the thoughts of the people he wrote about? Not exactly. Could he manipulate the situation via the power of the angel tablet-- the direct word of God-- to influence the scenario and events in improbable ways? Yes, I absolutely think he can. And I'll continue discussing this as we go along.

But we return to Dean leaning against the car eating pretzels. I've already written about his constant eating and drinking in this episode, but PRETZELS?! That's a new one for Dean. It's usually jerky, or chips, or candy, or... all sorts of other things. Where did he even get the pretzels from?

He'd apparently been at the morgue examining the body, and found a vampire tooth. So this case that seemed NOTHING like a vampire case based on how the body was found, suddenly there's irrefutable evidence that it's a vampire instead. Almost as if the facts of the case have shifted somehow, rather improbably and inexplicably. Just as inexplicably as Dean finding the beaver mascot riding a scooter "awesome."

The second girl to be abducted calls out Veronica as being "so fake" in her grief over Susie's death. And yet, improbably, after a long cheer practice, she's the only one alone in the school parking lot late at night. Where's the rest of the cheer team? The coach? Anyone? How was she there all alone? Yet she was, because the case needed her to be.

It's plastic.

Like the little square of crime scene tape left unattended in the woods. Weird, right? That after the scene was cleared and the original investigators left, it was still left there around an empty patch of dirt. And Sam and Dean... are just... standing there at the edge of the woods, boxed in by yellow crime scene tape and orange cones while they have their conversation about the fact the police have no idea what could've done this, and Sam laments the fact that it's THEIR job. THEY deal with the truth and carry the weight, while everyone else gets to go back to their blissfully unaware lives.

Dean busts out the flask while the two of them stand there in their own personal crime scene box, like their lives are the crime here. They ARE the victims of a cosmic crime. And the corpse of what their lives could've been, of what Sam had always thought he'd want of his own life, to live in a little town like this and just be NORMAL, is what they'll find on the autopsy here. And Sam is just beginning to realize he can't identify with those sorts of people at all.

And then we jump right from Sam lamenting the lost white picket fence to Becky's house-- where the front railing is white pickets, where she's built a real life for herself. Yet even something about it seems... off... just a little bit. That older kid seems way older than 7, which I assume would be the oldest any of her kids could be based on when we last saw her in canon, before she began to recover from her obsession and begin building a true happy life for herself. Heck maybe I'm talking myself into a problem that doesn't exist, and he's supposed to be just a really big 6-year-old, but okay. Or maybe he's adopted, or the kid of her husband from a previous relationship. GAH This is so not relevant to anything, why can't I let it go... >.>

Regardless, she clearly loves her family, and is invested in her life with them. Her husband is a man who truly appreciates and loves her in return. I'm really happy for her. Her husband at one point says, "Where would I be without you," and she jokingly replies "Covered in puke." And it's the same sort of cute exchange we saw between Sam and Jess in the pilot, where he asked, "What would I do without you?" and she jokingly replied, "Crash and burn." And considering that Sam himself will mention Jessica at the end of the episode, it seems worth pointing out the thematic similarity they're trying to set up here.

I wonder how much Becky has told her husband about the reality of the Supernatural books she's built her business and hobbies around, or her own part in the events of the books? More than Sam ever told Jess about the reality of his life? At this point, I'm gonna be glad her husband didn't end up pinned to the ceiling on fire.

Becky waves goodbye to her family as they leave for a day of fun, and Chuck waves back at her. He's inserted himself into her life again, and it's freaking creepy.

Chuck says he "wanted" to see her, and corrects himself to "needed." And here we have the laying out of the classic “NEED VS WANT” conundrum we’ve been yelling about for literal years. Funny that Chuck has it all wrong himself, you know? Becky makes herself clear that she neither wants nor needs him. He's not welcome there at all, and yet he presses on, past her assertion that his problems aren't her problem. I've already written a little bit about what Chuck apparently wanted from Becky, and what he actually got from her, so I'll try not to repeat myself, but to say that Becky was far kinder to him than he deserved.

So we learn about the second cheerleader's kidnapping, Dean makes an uncharacteristically flippant comment in front of the Vice Principal (somebody has a fetish), and kinda... blinks in shock at himself before professionally affirming they'll look into it and turning and walking away. Like he can't quite believe he actually said that. Which is weird, right? Because this is the sort of thing Dean has made flippant and kinda gross comments on in the past, right? But even when he's made comments about which cheerleaders are legal (4.13), or suggestive comments about even college students, he's rarely done so this blatantly directly TO the school principal, you know? This was... odd... like everything is just slightly out of sync.

I'm fascinated by the tiny models of Supernatural things that Chuck is prodding at in Becky's house. The first thing we see is Lil Levi's gas station. The only time we have EVER seen this gas station was in 10.03, when Hannah and Cas stopped there for gas, and yet Becky has the Impala parked by the pump, and what looks like a yellow classic car of some sort on the other side, hidden by the pumps so it's impossible to really see it there.

(I swear I will replace these Mittens Quality Screencaps™ as soon as HotN properly caps the episode... apologies for the photos of my tv in the meantime)

It was Cas's pimpmobile we've actually seen at this location in canon. And this was the gas station where Cas was losing his grace, desperately trying to get to Dean in time to save him, and Hannah kept getting them lost. He calls her out over her feelings-- dangerous temptations-- clouding her judgment and getting in the way. They're attacked by Adina, and Crowley arrives just in time to save them both from her, stealing her grace and force-feeding it to Cas, enabling him to power up again and save Dean. Aah, callbacks! And I mean, it might just be a visual callback to the fact that Jensen also directed that episode (and that gas station was named after his nephew), but it's still a reference that brings an awful lot of baggage with it, regardless of what prompted its appearance in miniature in Becky's house. Not to mention, this reference happened LONG after Chuck had supposedly stopped writing about the Winchesters' lives. And yet... Becky seems to know this reference, which had nothing to do with Sam and Dean and everything to do with Cas.

The second model we see looks incredibly like (or at least should all be having us THINKING of) the Carver crypt from the first three episodes of s15. And that's... super creepy, right? What is this building? Why did Becky have a model of it at all? This happened DAYS ago in canon.

And the third is Singer Salvage yard, with the Impala parked out front. How long has it been since we've seen it? In an episode that opened on Sam's "nightmare" that involved him strung out on demon blood having just killed Bobby and Jody in Sioux Falls? Interesting that Chuck expressed fascination with that particular model in this episode, isn't it?

He asks if Becky is still obsessed with his work, and she corrects him. She's obsessed with HER work. She'd essentially dismissed Chuck as the creator of Supernatural, and relegated him to the role of Recorder Of Events, as a prophet. It wasn't actually HIS story. But what she's made of it, what she's made her life's work, IS HER OWN CREATION, based on the same reality she believed that Chuck had been nothing more than a conduit for. And OUCH for a guy like Chuck to not even get credit for any of it now, because of the lie he'd told to insert himself into his own creation. It's incredible to me. He wants nothing more than recognition as the creator, as the writer, and Becky's far more interested in her OWN stories about the same characters. She saw herself as more than Chuck’s equal as a writer, she saw herself as his superior. He just recorded, she CREATES. She dismissed everything Chuck was most interested in, and writes the characters all having achieved a measure of peace and happiness, the same as she has. And Chuck... hates it. :'D

Remember, this is the guy who invented monsters before he invented anything else. Leviathans were his first creation, even before the archangels. But they had a nasty habit of eating everything else he tried to create, so he grudgingly locked them in Purgatory, and moved on to the next thing. And he's had a lot of similar failures over the years... like the original hellhound that Lucifer stole away (and that Sam killed in 12.15). Seems like this has always been the story Chuck wanted to tell, because he's always only ever had his original drama with Amara as a source for his creation. He's... obsessed... with his version of events, no matter how many times he's confronted with reality, he weasels out of personal responsibility for everything. Like he does in this scene with Becky, letting her believe he's just a poor dude who wants to keep writing and lost his writing mojo because his prophet powers dried up.

This is probably the first Becky's heard Chuck had a sister, who Chuck only explains rejected him because she "sucks." And... Chuck... you're leaving out the horrific things you've done to her as an explanation of why she refused to help you. He's still hiding behind the “super cute” Chuck Facade. And nothing he says is an out and out lie, but it's entirely a manipulation, a complete reframing of the cosmic scale of what's happened into something he expects Becky to be able to offer him sympathy over. And she's just not having it. And again, good for her.

Chuck admitting that he's lost and hates himself at least engages Becky enough to try something to get him moving forward (again, still thinking he's just a guy who's lost everything). And tells him if writing makes him happy, then he should write.

Meanwhile Dean's incongruously eating a hot dog (WHERE IS HE GETTING ALL THIS FOOD?!) and interviewing a beaver. Sam questions why, and Dean's not only gotten information about the case (mascots have access to cheerleaders), but information about the kid inside the suit (he's a smart kid, got a full ride to IU). Dean's been unusually productive while chewing that hot dog, apparently. But he’s basically a caricature of himself during this case, like he’s trying to wear a suit he hasn’t worn in 15 years, and is finding it really ill-fitting. (it’s probably all the snacks he’s eating, honestly)

Veronica hands Billy a black wristband printed SUSIEFOREVER, which... is probably how Billy's feeling at the moment (hello, she was his girlfriend and he accidentally killed her... this is gonna haunt him forever). Veronica (who we've already been told by the latest girl to disappear is "so fake" in her grief over Susie's death) seems to be coming on to Billy, or at least making her interest in him known. And we DON'T know how all of this will resolve yet, but there's an awful lot going on in this scene. Did Veronica actually kill Susie? Is she the vampire and is that the reason for this OTT "so fake" grief on her part? Did Billy's "anything for my kid" mother who interrupts the scene actually kill her and Billy know something about it? Why is everyone acting so... weird?

Because we're back to the plasticity of this entire case again. What's actually killing cheerleaders? What's really going on here? If this entire case is Chuck's machination, because he wrote it down, and therefore subtly affected the situation, is that why everything seems just slightly off? Slightly malleable, as if Chuck is only working out the details of the case as he's writing it all down?

Billy leaves with his mom, and Veronica is left in a dimly lit gym filled with empty chairs and programs for the memorial service. She's practicing her speech to this huge empty room, speaking into a microphone. And as she talks, she edits her speech.

We've seen Chuck do this. in 4.18, he had Dean push the doorbell with determination, and then went back and edited it to read "with forceful determination." Just before the doorbell rang, and it was a forcefully determined Dean doing the ringing... So Veronica's self-edit here seems almost like a Chuck self-edit.

Remember how I mentioned way back toward the beginning of this mess how Sam asked the VP for a clarification on who Susie's "BEST" friends were, and Veronica was singled out among a group of her close friends? And now Veronica stands alone not only as the sole person in the room here talking to empty chairs, but as the one with apparent motive to kill Susie, who's been accused of expressing a lot of over-the-top melodramatic "so fake" grief. And... she edits her relationship with Susie on the fly:

Veronica: We are here to celebrate the life of my friend Susie. No. *clears throat* *takes a breath* We are here to celebrate the life of my best friend Susie. My best friend Susie who I miss like... *sigh* like she was a part of me. And in many ways she's still a part of me. She'll always be a part of all of us. Susie Martin was as rare as a ghost orchid and as unique as a snowflake. So beautiful inside and out. But as Robert Frost tells us, nothing gold can stay. And that's what Susie was. Pure gold.

And during this entire speech, to the empty room, the music in the background is ominous, looming, tense. The musical cue is telling us to doubt her performance here, with the high strings picking up the tension just as she comes to a close and Dean shows up with his slow clap. I mean, it was a pretty OTT speech, delivered with an intensity that literally does feel rehearsed. Stilted. Plastic. Everything in the case so far has pointed the arrow at her being the monster. The framing of the narrative would support it if it had been true, but the background of the entire case feels exactly as Becky has described it. What if THIS was the original ending to the case that Becky had voiced her complaints about, as if THIS is the story that Chuck would've written.

But that's such weaksauce. MotW episodes are nothing if not thematically consistent. Vampires are about revenge cases, and this case is a very specifically pointed bit of revenge, of Chuck against the Winchesters. They ruined the last story he tried to tell, and the fact this started out looking like something OTHER than a vampire case (possibly a ghoul, based on the parallel to 9.10, and a dismembered body), and then seemingly remolded itself INTO a vampire case halfway through... it feels like that first fang Dean found at the morgue was Chuck sinking his teeth into their lives.

And Veronica, no matter how the case had painted her to this point, was completely innocent. A bit plastic, because she's a victim of this reality bend as much as Sam and Dean are, because the real monster of this case is Chuck-- only Sam and Dean don't have any idea yet.

Dean calls her on her fake emotions, and they directly accuse her of killing her friend. And get the proof that she was innocent because she HAS BRACES, which she's apparently self-conscious about, but it proved she wasn't a vampire. *SIGH*

Plastic.

So Sam and Dean look for video evidence from surveillance cam footage, which the police had apparently already looked at and found nothing, but now they find a car driving past immediately after the second girl's abduction. Did the police not see it? Or is this another bit of plastic?

Meanwhile back at Billy's house, his parents refuse to even hear him say Susie's name, and suspicion immediately shifts to their entire family. Billy's father washes blood off his hands, and nobody seems to find this strange. Are they all monsters? Did one of them slip up? What the heckeroo is actually going on here? Whatever it is, it feels like they're all complicit, and Billy seems to be having reservations. Except they've also got the latest victim tied up and blindfolded in their storage room. So... they're definitely guilty of something. But we're only halfway through the episode at this point, so there's clearly more to the story.

Chuck tells Becky he can't see what Sam and Dean are doing anymore, as he conveniently scratches at his left shoulder where his wound connecting him to Sam is. Which is wild, right? Because what little we know about the Equalizer gun was that it fired INTENT. And that it affects the person shot and the shooter identically. So what was Sam's intent when he shot Chuck? Dean had just told Chuck to "Go to Hell," but Sam didn't say anything out loud when he shot Chuck. Was his intent "stop fucking with our lives" or more vaguely grief-filled "go to hell" or something more? Because whatever intention Sam shot at Chuck seems to have directly caused both Chuck's loss of power AND his inability to see directly into their lives now. And after having watched the Sam and Dean show for their entire lives, Chuck is PISSED about not being able to see what they're up to.

And I wonder, incidentally, if this will be the same factor that's causing problems for the Winchesters, too... that Sam may have inadvertently severed whatever protective force had made their lives as hunters as... implausibly unproblematic as they've always been, you know? I think we'll be seeing that develop more in the next episode, but we saw hints of it happening in this episode too (like with Dean's comment about the killer having a cheerleader fetish). But regardless, I think this is why Sam is suffering these grief-fueled nightmares, his inability to breathe, and his general current mental state. He’s suffering from the same intent he’d fired at Chuck. Only it hit Chuck with a case of writer’s block, while it hit Sam with something he’s been unable to truly define or explain. Yet.

Becky tells Chuck to write about the Winchesters if he loves their story so much, because that's what SHE does. Her stories don't have to be based in reality for her to enjoy them, but Chuck's only metaphorically a writer. He doesn't just want to make up tales, he wants to literally create reality. During Becky's entire pep talk, Chuck's holding a little figurine of Sam pointing a gun, and ain't that just on the nose? She plucks Sam out of Chuck’s hands and puts him back on the mantle (and I admit to at first thinking it was the Cas doll from 5.06, because Dean did the same thing with Cas, putting him up on the mantle like that), but Chuck still expresses doubt in his ability to actually write.

And here's where the most incongruous stuff in the entire episode begins happening-- the family dynamics of a killer family. It's still unclear who the monster is among them, but like Dean, we are leaning toward the father. The thing is, none of it's actually plausible. That's the beauty of this entire case. It's plastic.

How did this single kid out of this entire town get turned by a vampire, and his parents just... completely accepted what happened immediately without question? How did they KNOW what to do for their son in this circumstance? They went out and killed animals for their blood for him. Where did they learn to do this for him? And then how could they so casually just... kidnap a whole human being just to feed their son? Why not go back to feeding him animal blood like he'd done before? They didn't see anything wrong with any of this, either. DID THESE PEOPLE NOT HAVE QUESTIONS?!

And what of the vampire that made him? Did that vampire just... turn him and run? Did he give the kid a pamphlet explaining vampire life to him or something? It's just utterly baffling that this whole family just... incorporated this development into their lives as if it was all an entirely normal thing to accept about their kid. The dad KIDNAPPED A WHOLE ENTIRE HUMAN BEING for him on his own initiative, the mom was ready to shoot Sam and Dean for interfering in their plans. LIKE HOW IS ANY OF THIS NORMAL?!

And perhaps most bizarre of all, Sam and Dean didn't see anything wrong with it in reflection later that night. But I'll get to that when we get there. Heck this note-writing thing is really hard when I already know everything that's gonna happen. I have enough trouble staying on point without the benefit of foresight. :'D

So these parents are insistent that they're doing all of this, sacrificing all of this, just for him. And when he tells them he doesn't want them to, they just beg him to tell them what he wants from them. And he's just so frustrated because they aren't listening to him. Like they don't even care about him despite professing they're doing all of this so he can be happy. And he's just... profoundly not happy.

So the father, when Sam and Dean show up, still thinks they're going to ARREST him. Which is a weird thing for a suspected vampire to believe, and he's horrified when Dean pulls out a machete instead of handcuffs. This is a totally shocking development for him, and yet he STILL holds it together enough to bargain for his wife and son's lives. And the wife is profoundly confused by this, and our suspicions shift to her. But that's still... not quite right. She's prepared to literally shoot what she believes to be two FBI agents to save her son, again, as if all of this was entirely normal. As if this is what normal people are willing to do for their monster children.

I've already written a bunch about Becky's critique of Chuck's writing, and how poorly Chuck takes her notes. Chuck... is really out of touch with fanfic culture. Becky's reading this story as if it was fic, not reality. She kudos'ed and commented, and expected Chuck to just accept that and move on, because that's how fic culture works. But he demanded a beta read level critique, and Becky gave it. And he shouldn't have asked for it if he didn't actually want it.

And here comes the revenge that justifies the Vampire Plot. Chuck... is the vampire. he's the monster that doomed Billy for no reason. Who drove the parents to such extreme lengths to protect their child. Because that's how CHUCK saw what TFW had done to protect Jack. He saw it as just that outrageous and unfounded, even though it was in no way the same. We just witnessed Chuck's critique of TFW's actions in 14.20, and it was scathing, mocking, and vindictive.

Plastic.

But I also suspect that Becky wasn't reading ~this case~ exactly, because she complained that Sam and Dean were tied up (they were never once tied up in this episode), and she complained about the villain monologue being stale (Dean does most of the monologuing here, and it's Sam who figures out what's actually going on). Just one more bit of plastic.

But Chuck somehow managed (even if he couldn't see it) to put Jack's 14.20 realizations about himself into Billy's mouth. As if Chuck's story had already been written, and through some power of its own it was brought into reality via these previously innocent people. The story itself is more powerful than the author.

Like Jack, Billy has been trying to accept responsibility for his actions. He couldn't control himself, he didn't know it would happen, but he's dangerous and needs to be stopped. And Billy's speech isn't a "villain monologue," but a painful confession of everything he'd done. So what story was Becky reading?

Sam angrily judges the parents' actions, and Dean expresses his shock that the father would've just let him cut off his head to save his son. And is taken aback at the comment that he must not have kids, if he doesn't think he wouldn't have done the same for his own child.

And Dean's like... well, no I wouldn't have done the same for my own child. It's a super messed up situation that I'd really been trying not to think too hard about, thanks. It's been less than a week and here you go bringing up the worst day of our lives, so thanks for that... but they carry on. The mother says they just wanted him to have a normal life, and that's something Jack never would've had regardless because of what he was. But he had *a* life, with the Winchesters. If Jack had been a vampire, they wouldn't have gone out hunting and kidnapping teenage girls for him to eat, you know? But they were willing to raid heaven and shout down God for Jack. But context matters. And this hastily assembled vampire family ready to play revenge/victim for Chuck's story lacked all context. They were plastic.

It's Billy who ends up dictating how his parents are to handle everything, calm as can be. And his parents finally listen to him. And he sacrifices himself to the Winchesters. And they just... go along with it, take him out to the woods, and Dean kills the boy kneeling at his feet, accepting his fate as he's clearly crying, while Sam watches on. It's what Chuck had wanted in 14.20, and Dean had refused to give him. And now this entire situation has been Dean, manipulated into providing that demanded sacrifice, one way or another. And the most interesting bit of it? Chuck... couldn't even see it playing out. He missed the whole show that played out in Chuck Puppet Theater despite the fact. Like whatever he actually wrote was irrelevant, because his intent is somehow still connecting through to the Winchesters in pantomime.

And Sam and Dean's reactions to all of this are also just weirdly plastic.

I've already written about Chuck and Becky enough I think, but Chuck's moved on from "Writers lie," to "I can do anything, I'm a writer." With some of the worst villain monologue we've ever gotten, with "There, see, it's making you feel something! That's good, right?" While Becky is outraged and heartbroken over Chuck's ending. The only thing I need to say about whatever Chuck's planned ending is, is that if the series ends the way CHUCK wants it to, it'll go down as the biggest intentional betrayal of a fandom in the history of television. The show has stated to us in this episode that Chuck is the final boss big bad, and that he cannot be allowed to win. He can't have the final word in this story.

In *our* world, the current writers have officially called out a good number of sins of their past and exposed them via Chuck. They wrote the Leviathans being a personal favorite of Chuck's despite being pretty universally hated by fandom... well... they're looking for redemption for themselves in s15. THEY can't allow the story to end horribly. They've staked their current writing cred on it, as well as the entire history of 15 years of building TFW into the heroes. Sure, they've joked that not all fans will be happy with the ending, but in serious comments they've also promised a "real" ending and not some advanced level deus ex machina that wipes everything clean, either. That's a lot to deliver, and Chuck's suggested ending of the Winchesters horrifically dead doesn't deliver any of it.

So... back to the denouement of the episode. To the Impala! The least plastic thing in the entire episode. But it's pretty plastic.

Sam suggests that what Henry did for his son, was something they would've done for Jack, given the chance. And no, he's not talking about kidnapping teenage girls to feed him, he's talking about offering himself as a sacrifice in his son's place. Because Dean literally did do that. He was willing to sacrifice himself to kill Jack before he could kill again. It's what Chuck had presented as the ONLY way to stop Jack from destroying the world, with the examples of Jack having accidentally killed Mary, and then the whole of society crumbling because Jack told everyone to stop lying. But Sam? He wasn't willing to sacrifice both of them. And then he learned the truth from Chuck, about the manipulations that forced them all to this point, how Chuck probably did have the power to make everything right, restore Jack's soul, everything... but he didn't want to because it was more entertaining for him to watch them act out his plots instead. He WANTED that drama, that horrible sacrifice. He ENJOYED it.

But given the choice, I think Sam and Dean both would've traded places with Jack. We actually *saw* Cas literally exchange himself for Jack in 14.08. But Chuck wasn't satisfied with that trade. He wanted more from them, and they decided they were done playing on his stage.

There's a bit of incongruity in the speech Dean gives Sam about his current state, as well. He's usually so much better at reading Sam, yet he's comparing Sam's current mental state to his own back in the crypt, after Chuck. And just... no? This is not it at all? When he told Sam he's felt like cashing in, *we* think of 13.05, where he literally DID think of cashing in, you know? That feels far more similar to how Sam's feeling right now than to Dean's ANGER and "we need a plan!" bossiness from the crypt after Chuck. It's jarring as a comparison, because IT'S THE WRONG THING ENTIRELY.

But it's wrong, because it's the glaring omission of Cas that's already been lampshaded in the episode. That Dean's current blind spot here is shining a violently bright light on what SHOULD be said. Just like the end of 13.05 when we all yelled "HELLO, DEAN" at the television when Cas didn't say the line to him. We've been talking FOR YEARS about how this show uses narrative negative space like this, how it expects us to shout HEY WHAT ABOUT CAS?! at the screen, or to see that even this driving scene in the dark, in the car, is a perfect inverse mirror of that scene in 13.05, where Sam had spent that entire episode feeding his favorite junk food that he criticized Dean for in this episode, Dean and dragging him out on a case in the hopes of making him feel like himself again and... that's what Dean's telling Sam he wanted to work this case for now, to show Sam exactly what Sam had tried (and failed spectacularly) to show Dean in 13.05.

Dean even quotes some of Cas's last words to him before he left, that he should "move on."

But they needed to walk around the giant Cas-shaped hole in the narrative. And they needed to do it this incongruously. And that's exactly why it works.

And it's why Sam CAN'T move on. He doesn't feel free. I've already written a bit about this, and how it's directly tied to Sam's wound, and what it's probably doing to him. And what IS it doing to him? Chuck wobbles his head side to side, and the Sam and Dean bobbleheads on the desk beside him follow suit.

#spn 15.04 #spn s15 spoilers #i have no idea how long this is but it's so many long #the scheherazade of supernatural #this is The Author actively preventing shahryar from listening to the final story #we are all shahryar

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supernatural-rewatch-3 · 3 years

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Headcannons for Carry On

So ‘Carry On’ only showed part of the story. The part circling around Sam and Dean’s immediate concerns. So here’s my headcannons for the rest of it!

This might take a bit so I’m putting a cut line!

-Jack

When Jack became God he decided to first put all the other worlds to order. After all The Empty, Heaven, Hell (the best situated one in all honesty right now), and Purgatory had been completely turned on their heads. Jack can’t do this by himself though, so he figured he could go get Cas to help him. There is just one major concern with the Empty though. Jack’s explosion made literally every being in existence of the Empty awake again.

Now The Shadow is furious and is meeting Jack upon his entrance making it very clear Jack and Amara need to fix this shit and NOW. So Jack agrees to pull out a few of the more ‘noisy’ ones and put the rest to sleep. The first one he has to take though is Cas. Not just because Jack wants him, but because The Shadow just wants him the frick out of their space.

After Jack explains that he needs help putting the world into balance again, Cas has a few ideas of people hanging around The Empty that can help.

-Purgatory

The easiest one to take care of was Purgatory. After all it is mostly the same but the Leviathan like Dick Roman and of course Eve herself and the Alpha’s are getting a little uppity. So we bring back Benny the Vampire, who was chilling in the Empty after his death in Purgatory, and make him King of Purgatory. If Eve and the Leviathan’‘s or Alpha’s have a problem with it, well he’s got the backing of God himself so yeah.

-Hell

Hell is the next easiest. Rowena is running shit like a champ. To be fair, Cas just wanted to have Meg and Crowley removed from The Empty so the actual excuse is for them to be advisors to Rowena. And Ruby too since Cas did promise her. The only problem is they all three hate each other. Rowena keeps them settled though. You really don’t want to get on the Queen’s bad side. Crowley is 100% okay with this arrangement as he realized he really didn’t like being King anyway.

Maybe Rowena also dug out Bela’s soul to help too since she’s probably a demon by now.

-Heaven

Heaven is more challenging. Jack intends to revamp Heaven before taking off and being more of a ‘hands off’ style. However Heaven still needs an overseer. This is where Cas comes in. Cas will be the leader of Heaven, but he isn’t going to do it alone. He is taking Gabriel, Gadreel, and Balthazar with him. They will be his ‘advisors’ going forward and help Cas make Heaven a fair place. Plus Jack restores the Angel’s wings and makes a few more angels so that Heaven won’t collapse on everyone. And Naomi is still around too so she can help. Jack also reversed the rules of who can and can’t go to heaven. With the reapers working full time again, Jessica taking over as the new Death on top of it, all the forgotten about souls are being taken to where they belong.

-Earth

The thing was, Jack expected Earth to be fine. Things were back in balance. The demons obeyed Rowena and no longer did demon deals to lure people to Hell. Angels were no longer running around on the surface of the planet. It was just humans and monsters. Hunters were the peace keepers and the balances. Jack expected Sam and Dean to take care of things, to lead the hunters. HOWEVER that plan blows up pretty damn quick with Dean dying in a random hunt.

-Dean and Cas

Dean goes to Heaven, because of course he does. Dean is a good man with good intentions. After he is greeted in Heaven by Bobby, his father figure, and starts driving around in the materialized Baby to get his bearings, he goes out and finds Cas.

Now Dean and Cas talk and finally get all their emotions out. They live together in Heaven. They have a nice house where Jack comes and visits them on Thursday evenings for dinner. Cas is sometimes off running Heaven and working with the angels so when that happens Dean goes off for a drive or hangs out at Harvelle’s Road House.

Dean and Cas get to see all their friends who are in Heaven. Harvelle’s is a popular spot after all. Ellen, Jo, Ash, Bobby, Rufus, the woman from Omaha who Bobby finally named, Adam, John, Marry, Jim Murphy, Caleb, Victor, Andy, Jessica, human Meg, Karen Signer, Pamela, Millie, Gwen, Deanna, Charlie, Kevin, Arthur, Mick, Lily and her daughter, Adam, and hell everyone else I missed because I know there is quite a few out there; they all hang out at the Road House.

Dean misses Sam yes, and he is in a way waiting for his little brother. But he has a family, he’s mostly happy and at peace with that. Cas and Dean are living the lives they didn’t necessary want but deserved. Lives where they are loved and surrounded by their family. Dean still takes Baby out every day, and drives to that bridge where he just knows Sam will be when Sam arrives.

-Sam and Eileen

Sam is devastated at first over Dean’s death. He fully intends to be killed by that werewolf in Texas. However he runs into Eileen on the case. Both of them lost a lot in the recent events and they help each other.

One of the first things Sam does after getting back from that hunt, mostly by Eileen’s demand, is give Dean a proper Hunter’s Wake for Dean. His remains are burned already but it gives all the hunters, friends, and family who wanted to have a chance to say goodbye to him do so. It’s probably the biggest hunters wake anyone can remember. After all Dean was not only fully integrated in the hunter world, more than most thought due to never once being out of it, but Dean is a legend, just like Sam. Of course hunters from all over had to come pay their respects to the hero who saved every human being in existence MULTIPLE times.

Sam still hunts, but only when necessary. He is mostly retired, helps Alt. Bobby by keeping all the hunters informed and on the same page. He, Alt. Bobby, and Garth are the three main points of contacts for hunters, to give them aliases, cover stories, and information. Garth is also their main lieason between monsters and hunters because not all ‘monsters’ need to be killed. Some can be reasoned with.

Sam and Eileen have a son they named Dean. Dean is very close to Sam and Cas Fitzgerald and the kids play together a lot with Becky Rosen’s kids. Sam gets particularly frustrated when Dean goes over to Aunt Jody’s house. Not because of anything that Donna or Jody do. Not even for anything Patience or Alex do. Nope, it is all Aunt Claire and Aunt Kaia. Kaia only because she can’t control her wife Claire. Claire was close to Dean and Cas. She misses both of them completely and then Sam tries to waltz by with a boy named Dean and was expecting her NOT to be giving him weapons behind Sam’s back?

Alt. Charlie, Steavy, and Jules are all retired as well and Uncle Donny is adamant that Dean Jr. will not be as culturally ignorant as his name sake. Oh no, he’s going to teach Dean Jr. all about the classics. And Sam, Sam gets the life he wanted. He gets a more quiet whit picket fence but also he can be happy. He misses Dean a lot, and he honestly has no idea what has happened to the afterlife but he trusts Jack. They raised Jack after all. He knows Jack will put things right.

-End

Eileen dies first, that was why she wasn’t by Sam’s side. She actually was surprised to see how much different Heaven was when she got there. Of course Dean was one of the first people to greet her. Dean liked her a lot and knew she was good for Sam.

Dean also knows that now that Eileen is here, Sam is probably not far behind. They say soul mates die soon after each other and he and Cas almost proved that themselves. So it’s little surprise to anyone when Sam makes his emergence into Heaven not to long later.

Sam and Dean reunite first of course. Dean takes him around Heaven, showing Sam all the people that Sam hasn’t seen in decades, people like Donny and others they have lost along the way in the last few years as well. The last place of course is to reunite Sam with Eileen and Jessica.

Everyone settles down in Heaven. Dean gets his dream of him, Sam, and Cas sitting on a beach drinking a beer. They live in peace, happy to be reunited again.

#supernatural #carry on #spn 15x20 #headcanon #Eileen Leahy #jack kline #castiel

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Rebel Without a Cause-Ch. 1

ROCKSTAR!DEAN

When Dean recognizes a face in the crowd at one of his concerts, he feels ice water in his veins. Is it an illusion? His mind playing tricks on him? Or is it just a doppelganger of someone he used to know? Wanting-no, NEEDING-to know he invites her backstage. Will she be who he thinks she is and will she cause him to rebel against everything the band has built?

WARNINGS: CURSING, SWEARING, DIRTY TALK, ORGIES, THREESOMES AND MORESOMES, M/M SEX, F/F SEX, ADULTERY

Margaret sits at her desk,her head in her hands and her elbows propped on the wooden top. After the night she’d had, there wasn’t enough Tylenol in the world to alleviate the aches and pains she was enduring.

Ignoring her body’s demand for rest, Margaret had stayed up late unpacking the boxes that had finally arrived at her new apartment. Moving had taken a toll on the young woman; finding an affordable place to live in a new town, discovering her way around, and locating the best place to stop and get coffee on her way to her new job was daunting and exhausting.

And now here she is, two weeks into her new job as the entertainment critic and she feels like shit.

“Staff meeting in 5. Conference room,” Kevin, her co-worker announces over the partition that separated the cubicles in the newsroom, causing Margaret to groan and reach into her desk to find the pain relievers in her purse.

Entering the conference room, Margaret winces at the bright lights and the buzz of all the other people, her colleagues, talking amongst themselves. She finds an empty chair and sits down. Looking around the room she takes in the staff of the Ft. Garrison News. Jack, the sportswriter; Jo, the business and finance columnist; Kevin, the news correspondent and Ruby from classifieds round out the team. Margaret hasn’t had much of a chance to get to know any of them, except for Kevin but only because their desks were divided by the thin barrier of a half-wall.

Mr. Singer, the owner and editor of the weekly periodical walks in and Margaret notices the room becomes quiet as all attention is turned to the big man.

Singer slaps down a sheet of paper onto the table and sighs. “We’ve got to do better, guys. The Advocate got the scoop on us once again,” he says, pointing to the article. He puts his finger on the paper in front of him and slides it Margaret’s way.

Band Rocks the House and Ends Up in the Big House

Rockband ‘Winchester Sex Bombs’ filled the seats at Club 3-D over the weekend. The band, consisting of five childhood friends rocked the house with songs such as “Let the Music Take You Away” and “Girl, You Got My Number”.

But in the early morning hours Sunday, the authorities were called to a local hotel after employees filed complaints of noise and destruction. Upon arriving, cops were met with many drunken, barely conscious, scarcely clothed concert attendees.

After escorting the ones not on the resort guest list off the property, the Sun Valley PD arrested lead singer Dean Winchester for drunk and disorderly conduct, destruction of private property, and indecent exposure, along with public intoxication and distribution to minor(s).

This is not the first incident for Winchester. The band’s frontman has a history of citations and arrests in almost every city the band visits.

Margaret reads over the article and looks up at her boss, reluctantly. ‘Please don’t tell me to cover this. Please don’t tell me to write a story about this,’ she silently pleads. Her pleas go unanswered as Mr. Singer speaks up. “Margaret, as the new entertainment critic, it is your job to find out what makes this band tick. Go undercover. Get close to them. Find out why they feel the need to trash the place after their concerts.” She exhales slowly and looks back down at the article from the rival tabloid.

As she reads the words over once more, a folded piece of paper comes into her line of sight. She grabs the note quickly and opens it.

‘You lucky dog! I would die to be able to get up close and personal with Dean Winchester. That man is sex on bow legs!!’

She blushes a little and looks up to see Jo Harvey smiling at her. If only she knew…..

After the rest of the team get their assignments, each of them went back to their designated desks-except for Jo, who stops at Margaret’s cubicle and props a hip onto the edge of the workstation.

“I can help, ya know,” Jo says. “Make you look the part. Find you a way inside and then maybe in return you get me that hunk’s phone number. We can work together. You get what you are asked to do and you get me what I want.”

Margaret assesses her colleague. The petite woman sure has a unique style. Long, straight blonde hair that falls down her back, a blue buffalo plaid button-down shirt over a plain black tee, jeans so tight it looks like they were painted on and construction footwear. The style reminds Margaret of the female version of a lumberjack. Completely opposite of her.

Margaret dresses more ladylike. Pencil skirts and dress slacks, peasant shirts with cardigans and sensible shoes. Her dark auburn hair pulled back in a simple bun with a few tendrils that tend to come loose after a few hours. Jo wears heavy boots that stomp every time she steps!

As Margaret appraises Jo, she wonders how this person is going to be able to transform her into the girls she sees on videos of concerts. Will she be able to help change her to be the one to grab the attention of rock stars?

Before he even opens his eyes, the first thing Dean notices is the shooting pain. His head is pounding! The second is the rigid mattress beneath him. It feels as if the springs, what little there are, were assaulting his ribcage. The blanket covering him is stiff and scratchy and smelled like straight lye.

Groaning through the pain, Dean slowly opens his eyes. ‘Great!’ he thinks to himself as he takes in his surroundings. ‘Another night in lock-up.’

As he sits up he glances around the cell he’s in, noticing the lump on the bed across from him. Dean couldn’t remember if his cellmate had been there before him or not. Hell, he can’t recall being arrested. Where is he even at?!

As he is trying to remember the night before, the man on the other side of the cell sighs and begins grumbling. He recognizes the cadence of the mumbling immediately, the Cajun dialect prominent. Benny.

“Gah! What the hell?!” the larger man moans as he turns over. The two men’s eyes meet and Benny sighs. “Heya Dean-o.”

“Benny, the fuck are we?”

Sitting up, Benny clears his throat. “Well Chief, it looks like we’re in jail,” he says as he glances at the metal bars on the door.

“No shit, Sherlock!” Dean replies sardonically. “I mean what city? What state?”

Groaning again, Benny slowly stands and approaches the toilet in the corner. Dean hears Benny’s zipper and the telltale sound of his friend relieving himself. “Well, if I recollect correctly, we are in t’ lovely town o’ Windsor, Idaho.”

“Windsor? Why are we in Windsor?” Dean asks as he sits up, swinging his feet to the floor. Running a hand through his hair, he inquires “Where’d we play last night?”

“Uh, I think it was the Wildwood Bar ‘n Grill,” Benny answers as he readjusts himself and turns back to Dean, zipping up.

Before the conversation can continue, a commotion outside the cell door catches their attention, the band’s lawyer, Gabriel Shurley, coming into view.

Gabriel is part of Shurley & Sons, a law firm headed by Chuck Shurley and employs all three of Chuck’s sons, Gabriel, Michael, and Lucifer. The legal team was hired to handle all of the band’s litigations and contractual obligations. In the last couple of months, though, the attorney in front of them has definitely earned his pay.

As the cop beside Gabe unlocks the door, the counselor announces, “You’re free boys.” And although he sounds chipper and pleased, Dean catches the underlying displeasure. Gabriel Shurley is anything but content.

After processing and having their personal belongings returned, Dean Winchester and Benny Lafitte follow the shorter man out of the Windsor City Jail.

“Boys, I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” Gabriel sighs as he climbs behind the steering wheel of his Escalade. “Every weekend, one of you need my help. Do you know how much paperwork it takes to clear your names and make sure they don’t press charges? How much money it takes to pay for the rooms you guys destroy? I swear if the Winchester Sex Bombs don’t reign it in soon, I’m going to tell my dad to drop the lot of ya!” Gabriel threatens as he drives to the appointed place to meet with the rest of the band.

“Calm down, Gabe, before you give yourself a coronary,” Dean says, rubbing his temples. “You got any aspirin? My head is splitting. Benny, what the hell did I stick my dick in? It’s throbbing.”

Benny cackles in the backseat as Gabriel scoffs, but pulls out a bottle of pain relief from the console.

When the three of them arrive at the Cup O’ Joe diner, Dean can see inside where the rest of the band sits with their manager, Crowley MacLeod. Sam, Cas, and Meg all look the same way Dean felt, hungover and sickly. Crowley, however, looks livid.

“Hello ho-nuggets,” Meg greets them as Dean, Benny and Gabriel join them. “How was jail? Was it Heaven…..or Hell?”

“Fuck you, Meg,” Dean utters as he grabs an empty mug and pours coffee from the urn on the table.

“Rude.” Meg croaks as she turns to watch Crowley and Gabriel outside, discussing the latest fiasco.

“What happened to you guys last night?” Sam asks, eyeing his brother. “You left to get more booze and never returned.”

“Man, I don’t even know.” Dean replies, looking over at Benny, silently asking him to fill in the blanks.

“Oh yea,” the Cajun responds. “We did leave, didn’t we? Let’s see-” he pauses to think. “-ah yes. We were headed to tha’ 24-hour convenience store when a couple of dudes stopped us. Asked us if we wanted ta party. Now, ya know, me an’ Dean ain’t gonna turn that down. So we followed them ta this alley, took a couple hits off a pipe and some pills. Dude!” Benny yells, slapping Dean on the shoulder. “You fucked a street post!”

“I did what now?” Dean asks concerned, as the other three joins in with a resounding, “What?!”

“Yea,” Benny says, laughing. “We headed back to the motel with th’ beer. Ya had already cracked one open. We passed this post and it had this hole in it. If I remember right, it looked like a woodpecker cut loose on it. Anyway, ya said you bet yer pecker would fit in there. Then you made a joke that ya had a woodpecker because your pecker was as hard as wood. So you pulled your wanker out right there on the street and went to town!”

“You’re lying,” Dean retorts, trying to recall. But if he was fucked up enough to fuck a post, he doubted he would remember.

“Nope. And that’s when the cops showed up. Asked what you were doing. You pulled out, pointed to your dick and exclaimed, “I’m a woodpecker!””

The whole table began laughing while Dean sits there, still trying to relive the night. No wonder his fucking prick feels like it’s burning and tingling. It is probably full of splinters.

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Onto 11x06. I’d forgotten just how saturated S11 was with the sex abuse illustrations/mirrors around Amara, despite writing a whole ass meta on the subject. They really should have traded some of these mirrors for Amara speaking her truth. Honestly this is just as tough to watch as the S9 season long rape metaphor. I honestly don’t miss Carver era and all the allegory at all. Anyway. Cas staying in the bunker watching tv and terrified to leave hit me harder than I remember (with bonus 10x22 flashback, something I’m trying never to rewatch). His trauma mainly focuses on his relationship with Dean, the violence around them, while there’s only one thought to how he continues to let Heaven down by killing his kind to protect the Winchesters. It’s a reflection on what he’s done and what he’s gotten in return. There’s a lot of honesty here, a paralyzing exchange of violence, something that permeates everything in Cas’ life, what he gives and what is given, something he can’t escape from. Having a supporting, gentle and loving relationship with anyone is beyond him, no matter what he does. And he blames Metatron for a good portion of this, which I feel is part why he can finally leave once he gets a lead on him.

At this point, Cas has made his choice about where he belongs and without putting it into the words of S12, here we see just how desperate Cas is to bring Dean wins, to start tipping the scales against a relationship coated in violence and into one that maybe also including tenderness, warm love, something to make everything feel worthwhile. We’ll later see how this directly leads into Cas’ S12 crisis and his decision to protect Jack, then later, the tragedy of Jack being unable to love Cas because of his loss of soul and how Cas loses his new hope at a relationship not so haunted by long years of violence, a confession Jack gives Cas in 14x20. For now tho, Cas is hopelessly coping with the reality of his situation, which leads easily into his choice to say YES to Lucifer several episodes from now. Wrapped in possession Castiel can avoid his reality much more easily.

I wish there was more to say on Sam here but the only S11 storyline he really has in the beginning is him being used as a means to refocus the show’s morality lens. Exorcisms come back, a focus on saving the meatsuit, or more specifically, the meatsuit’s soul. This follows through on Amara’s infections and demonic possession alike. There’s a real focus back to “saving people”. You can really see how desperate Carver era is to try and make the Winchesters back into heroes of strangers, instead of people that sacrifice/lose their closest friends to every effort to save one another. S11 draws a line. Cas gets heavy focus for this (as a person severely effected by association with the Winchesters and their issues), as he says YES to Lucifer to avoid his own pain, of course, but textually he does it to stop Amara first and foremost. Amara is something that was brought about directly by Dean when he decided to take the MOC without warning labels and everything around that decision came about through Dean’s inability to be alone.

There’s a lot I don’t like about Carver era, but I do like how organic and intricate all these interpersonal relationships are: how Dean and Sam’s relationship effects Dean and Cas’ and so on and so forth. There’s no real disconnect in the showrunning switch but the shift of values (along with the viewing lens) is as clear as night and day. Where Carver era sought to destroy, Dabb era opts to built. It never manages not to honor the characters it still must sacrifice in the name of these two core relationships that make up the majority of the show’s structural storytelling effort. Just look at how Rowena deals with Crowley’s death upon his departure or how Mary’s death prompts the changing of such an iconic image, MW carved alongside Sam and Dean’s initials on the bunker table. Carver era never honored death in such a way, opting more often than not to just allow for man pain and little else. That much is painfully, painfully obvious just from rewatching these few episodes after so many years.

In this same style complaint vein, in this episode Dean warns Cas about binge watching shows such as Game of Thrones and The Wire. It’s funny these are the two shows mentioned by episode writer Bob Berens. Following the fan hated exit of Game of Thrones this year this editorial piece was written highlighting just where GOT went wrong in the structural shift of being a sociological narrative into a psychological one and it was probably my favorite piece written following the show’s exit. Equally interesting was Beren’s social media comments on how GOT and SPN are inherently very different shows on almost every level. Sociological narratives require a show to focus on plot (a world) over character, with favs easily and frequently replaced. Obviously this doesn’t work with the general model of fandom, even though sociological narratives can have strong fan followings. The Walking Dead is experiencing a similar (fandom) decline in viewerships as favs are departing, the show’s delve into the sociological being compounded and continuous (but not always by first choice design).

Fandom functions on the psychological love of certain characters for maximum show support longevity. In Carver era the show slowly began a quasi shift into the sociological, with the hunting cycle being blamed for a lot of pain. This is decidedly abstract. Dabb era brings the Winchester trauma dramatic focus back to individuals, namely John, Mary, Lucifer, and God, pulling the narrative out of the dip into the sociological (world narrative) and back into the psychological (personal narrative) and GOOD LORD is it such a better story imo. So yeah. I find it funny that Dean warns against sociological narratives here, where characters are killed left and right with absolutely no regard and still the story moves on. It’s a storytelling method a two lead show can never hope to “””kinda””” utilize and Carver era looks stupid for even trying where it did. This is only an opinion I can have in retrospect.

#11x06 #zerbe discusses things #cw: sex abuse #psychological storytelling

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houseofglass · 4 years

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Supernatural: the cheesy season

Okay, we’re halfway through the last season of Supernatural and I feel like it’s time for me to weigh in on it. There’ve been a lot of posts about how disappointed people are, or how they feel like the returning characters are a waste of time, and how awful the story line seems to be.

Whelp. Buckle up, I’ma gonna give you my lovely opinion. Some stuff I like, some I don’t, and some I’m really neutral about.

First: returning characters. I don’t mind this at all. I like seeing how some have evolved (looking at you, Becky) and how some were in the early seasons and are now playing a similar part this season. The return of Garth was nice. I don’t catch all the returners, but some of you do and point them out. If I could remember who you are, I’d give you a shout out to reminding us which episode/season the actor appeared on first, but I don’t, sorry. I think Supernatural should include as many returning bit-part actors as possible, just because it’s cool to watch.

As for regular characters, I loved Alexander Calvert’s portrayal of Belphegor and was mucho saddo to see him dead. I wanted more of his sass. Lots more. Sigh, I miss Crowley.

Second: set design. I’ve noticed the return of some things, like the motel room divider, and I love that! More please. Bring back sets that aren’t the bunker or Baby, bring back cluttered living rooms like Bobby’s, bring back a seedy motel, bring back a rough bar. The show has evolved to look very soap-opera-y: clean lines, organized set, everything in its place. This isn’t a bad thing, shows evolve and change, but it’s a nice callback to see a set that resembles the early seasons when things were messier, grittier, and more working-class.

Third: the plot. I mean....Chuck as the Big Bad, I can accept that. Sure. But, he’s, like, God. Normally, in a game or movie if someone has god-mode that means they’re basically indestructible. I don’t know how our boys are going to resolve this or bring it to a satisfying conclusion and still maintain that Chuck is all-powerful. When the finale of season 14 presented Chuck as the One To Vanquish I immediately decided how I was going to watch this last season. More on that later.

Fourth: Jensen and Jared’s performances. Jared has done an excellent job in keeping Sam consistent. Truly excellent. I don’t particularly love Jared as a person (anyone who plays pranks on people loses points with me, extra points if it’s sexual-based pranks on the job) but he’s a good actor and has done a good job on his, well, job.

Jensen’s acting....is lacking. He’s not as good lately. Actually, he hasn’t been for the past couple of seasons. I’ve wondered if he was ready to move on around season ten and started the wheels moving then. Wheels like getting his beer company off the ground and firmly established so he can have some passive income when the show ends. He’s a bit OTT, notably with the silent communication with Sam when Rowena wanted a drink in episode, uh, I don’t remember. The one with the cheap pink dress she wore. Also with his crying over Cas recently. I get it, he’s sad, but Dean doesn’t break down like that. Only once that I can recall, and he had to set himself up for it (driving to a secluded location alone, finally letting go). I feel like Jensen has lost the core of Dean somewhere, and it’s magnified by how well Jared is performing.

Fifth: Jensen’s audition reel. 15x04 was promoted heavily as directed by Jensen. I expect this and have little/no problem with it. He’s directed before and seems to enjoy it, and it’s the last season, so of course it would be promoted. I don’t have any opinion on his directing style as I don’t know what a good or bad director looks like. But the heavy promotion along with the heavy media presence is getting tiring. I understand, he’s about to be out of work and needs to go job hunting, but it’s wearing thin on me. Like the tap dancing. I watched the episode and thought he wasn’t particularly good at it. DJ Qualls was better, and I thought DJQ had more training and was surprised to learn he didn’t. When I found out they only had two hours’ rehearsal I thought, “yeah, it shows” because it missed the mark. Good attempt though. Nice to highlight Jensen can learn on the fly. I expect to see more of Jensen’s abilities as the episodes wind down. Actually, honestly, it feels desperate to me, but I’m not an actor and I don’t know if other actors do the same thing.

Sixth: showrunning. This entire season could have wrapped up by now. The plot is thin (fight God and win!) and not a lot of information is given in each episode. Instead the episodes wander around and highlight Jensen’s audition reel. The best wrap-up so far is finding out Rowena is the King of Hell. I freaking love that! It wraps up her character arc nicely.

Seventh: oh the cheese. This season is cheesy. Holy moly such cheese. Monsters in hot summer daylight? Oh my. VampChesters? Goodness me. Even that episode where Lilith returns as the girl who falls on the antlers. Man, that poked fun at the boys in a way I enjoyed, but it was still cheesy. Is this new fromage because Chuck is an unreliable narrator? Is this some meta accounting presented as fine Brie? Only time will tell.

Final thoughts: I mentioned above that the season 14 finale helped me choose a pair of glasses to use while viewing the show. Now, I’ve seen many finales in my day. Some I’ve loved and some I’ve hated and some I’ve been left disappointed. So now I understand something this social media generation seems to lack: I have no control over how my favourite character/show will end. No amount of whining, complaining, justifying, yelling, shouting, or cajoling will get the writers/showrunners/actors to do my bidding. Fandom has become toxic in this regard. FFS people, the only reason to contact those people on SM is to say thank you. Nothing more. You have no control or input. Nor do I.

So I sat in front of my TV with my cheesy goggles on and decided, “Fuck it. Fuck it all. I’m gonna taste the cheese this season.” And I have. Although I have complained, like, see above, I’ve also let go of any expectation of the show. It’s too long in the tooth at this point, with too many side characters and too much soap opera makeup (seriously, Dean was lit like a soap opera mistress in a few episodes. Like, wtf?) to take seriously.

So I invite you to enjoy some cheese with me. There are ten episodes left. Just ten. Ten more times to watch my favourite character, Baby, drive across the screen. Ten more times to have a new opportunity to write a coda or fix-it fic. Ten more times to imagine an OTP in a new scenario provided by the writers.

Have a slice of cheese with me. Watch the show with lightheartedness. Wish these actors adieu and expect nothing. We have no control over the ending, and no matter how much it hurts, we will have to say goodbye to Sam and Dean’s adventures at some point. Might as well do it with a smile.

#Spn #season 15 #so cheesy #dj qualls #Jared Padalecki #jensen ackles #alexander calvert #did I mention the cheese?#man the show has diverted from its original path #still love baby

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 5 years

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*in the middle of a case*

Wise Old Informant™: And based on all that evidence, I think we're dealing with a cult.

Dean: Awesome. But like on a scale of the Paris Hilton fandom to the Thules, where does it score?

Sam: Somewhere in the middle. So probably Illuminati level?

Dean: well except for the demonic science nerds with money pouring out their asscracks and Latin triangles tattooed on their dicks, right? Because that's really not my thing. *looks at Cas for reaction but there are none. Shrugs and laughs himself*

Sam: you're so far from correct, it is really not funny.

Dean: shut up I'm hilarious. You're just being bitchy because you fanboy for the Langdons of this World and cults *laughs, and looks at Cas for a reaction but gets none*

Sam: *bitchface*

Cas: *unaffected* So, do you have any descriptions of their rituals?

Dean: yeah, do you? Are they the sacrificing llamas type? Dancing around bonfires for tentacled aliens? Community orgies? *laughs again, and even Sam has to grin but Cas doesn't bat an eye*

Wise Old Informant™: No, they pray like we do. Different deities though, and way weirder than the ones we pray to.

Dean: are you sure? Because like Cas here is a cousin of Jesus Christ and a bunch of other evil dicks, and they're all sons of the creator, this home-alone called Chuck, who sings suckily in the shower and watches cat videos, but go off I guess

*now, Dean laughs with Sam but not Cas, and the Wise Old Informant™ looks at them worriedly*

Wise Old Informant™: I'm sorta religious, so just not going to react. So yeah, there's a hierarchy. The beginners stand. There's prostrating at the feet of statues. And then there's sitting.

Sam: yes. The most powerful position is on your knees.

Dean: ...that's what she said

Wise Old Informant™: *laughs*

Sam: *annoyedly laughs*

Dean: *proud of himself but Cas is as stoic as ever, so he finally loses it* Dude. what is wrong with you? You're not on a strike! You're allowed to laugh!

Cas: I would, if I, uh, felt the need to.

Dean: *irritated* what, like, angels can deactivate their sense of humor? And well, I think I'm on a roll here! This is comedy gold! Do you think I'm not funny, huh?

Cas: *polite* maybe we don't share the same sense of humor, Dean. If you want -

Dean: I don't need your pity laughs *mentally* challenge accepted.

*Dean decides that it's now a matter of his honor, and he'll make Cas laugh, come what may*

*while dealing with the Lucifer situation*

Sam: he's possessing some musician now ughhh

Dean: what some of us do for fame...

Dean: *sees Cas listening and takes it a step ahead* I mean, he's basically a Mean Girl now. He craves attention and would possess the President for drama™

Sam: *snicker*

Dean: I mean, think about it! He could just start driving a pink convertible and become friggin' Regina George next

Sam: *bursts out laughing*

*Dean looks at Cas to see if he laughed, but its like he doesn't even bother to react. Not even a smile*

Dean: ...you can do better Winchester

*In the middle of a vampire hunt*

Dean: *slicing some SOB's head off* Phew! Its basically routine now!

Cas: *admiring* you're very good at it, yes

Dean: *decides to seize the moment* they're just pretty bad at what they do. I mean sure, you sparkle just fine. But you don't need to shine out your ass for eternity to suck blood, just wear some headgear so that knifes don't slice through

Cas: *zoning out*

Dean: *desperate* heh I mean the only reason Twilight has all these movies is because it was those embassies against some more dumbasses. Throw in a hunter, and it would've been over before Pattinson could've cried out for the wolf with abs, Jake or whatever

Cas:

Dean: *mentally* its gonna take more efforts, but you'll get there

*Gabriel is flirting with a random woman*

Dean: *sees an opportunity and charges* for a guy his age, Gabriel sure seems to get laid a lot

Cas: yes *smiles* he has had a lot of practise

Dean: yeah that, and he has all these great lines, being an angel and everything

Cas: like?

Dean: *excited that it might work* oh come on Cas, what's the use of being an angel if you don't use the pick-up lines it brings?

Cas: I see.

Dean: *sees Cas sobering up and tries harder* you know like, the whole array of heaven related ones? "Heaven's missing an angel, I now see why"?

Cas: *serious* why, Dean?

Dean: no, its just a line, don't take it seriously

Cas: okay

Dean: *desperacito* There's more too! Like, like, "Are you my vessel? 'Cause I would love to get inside you!" *waits for reaction*

Cas:

Dean: it was funny, you ass

Cas: but how would that work like I'm a -

Dean: gODDAMMIT C A S!

*TFW sees a girl wearing a trenchcoat, crossing the street*

Dean: *mentally* I'm gonna Carpe the Fucking Diem out of this

Dean: LOOK Cas! She's wearing your trench - no, not yours, I mean, one just like it - but hey, guess what that means?

Cas: what?

Dean: you're finally in season

Cas:

Dean: get it? You're like a trendsetter? Your fashion is finally in style?? Get it????

Cas: ...yes?

Dean: *desperacito x 1234500016351903611* REACT TO IT THEN

Cas: OH! I completely forgot! I was supposed to laugh, wasn't I? Sam told me to look for cues when you spoke, but its much harder to know when to laugh when you speak than you think -

Dean: I swear to god Cas I'm goNNA -

Dean: and Sam, we need to have a fucking talk!? I'M HILARIOUS!! I DON'T NEED PITY LAUGHS

Sam: ...Sam thinks you do, Dean

*Many gruesome years later when all except Dean have forgotten about the challenge*

Sam: *teaching mode* and now you enter the name

Jack: I get to choose the name?

Sam: uh, go nuts *walks away*

Jack: *typing keenly* A - G - E - N - T B - I - E - B - E - R

Dean: *peeks* seriously kid?

Dean: *struck by a fabulous idea* HEY CAS! Remember the time you and Crowley used those fake-ass aliases when you went hunting behind our backs?

Cas: not really

Dean: *helpless, but too far gone to be brought back* You don't remember??? The Agent Beyonce and Z?

Cas: *grins* oh that. Yes, those were his idea

Dean: *spurred on* he was always an idiot. Seriously a miracle you 2 weren't caught that time! Close save!

Cas: I suppose

Dean: *dying because the moment is so close to falling flat, and jumping to the punchline* I mean, heh, if we'd not showed up, you would've moved on to the next city as Agent Kardashian and West *hopeful for a reaction, as he bats his eyes at Cas*

Cas: *polite* no we were not stupid

Dean:

Cas:

Dean:

Cas:

Dean: *sigh*

Cas: oH WAIT -

Dean: don't say it don't fucking say it. I give up okay? I'm done. I'm so done. I give up. I GIVE UP!

Cas: I'm sorry Dean, I'll laugh -

Dean: nO - I'VE G I V E N U P

BONUS

Jack: ...what's happening?

Sam: Sam keeps forgetting how new you are until moments like these happen

EPILOGUE

*Sam, Cas and Dean are reading up on archangel lore*

Cas: *to Sam* ...and that is how he uses all 6 wings to his advantage.

Sam: that information could really be useful when we take him on. All you know about archangels is really gonna be helpful Cas, I should write it down. Speak slower

Sam: I can't take all of it at once.

Dean: *tries to resist but can't* THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID *Cas is stoic as ever and Sam bitchfaces him*

Sam: grow up jerk

Dean: bitch *does the armpit cart thing to demonstrate just how grown up he is*

Cas, suddenly: *snickers*

Dean: did you just -

Cas: I - I mean, I just - *begins to chuckle as he replays it in his head*

Dean:

Cas: *rolling on the floor, full fledged laughing*

Dean:

Dean: I've been...its been...y E a r s...I mean - this is what makes you laugh...I mean...

Cas: *unable to breathe from the laughing, red in the face*

Dean: ...fArTS, CAS!?

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stusbunker · 5 years

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Known: Two Halves, Three Hearts

A Supernatural Dark Fan-fiction

Featuring: MOC!Dean x Female OC, x Demon!Reader, Claire Novak, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley

Summary: CC learns to navigate more of the Winchesters’ associates. Meanwhile, Dean crosses the line to end Cain’s reign of terror. He finds her vulnerable, will she let him sate himself in every way imaginable? Can he run from what he is becoming? Is she enough to keep the evil at bay? Crowley finds our Reader and offers a path to redemption, if she can trust what he’s selling.

Warnings: Post murder haze, torture, period sex, blood, blood play, stabbing, dub!con smut, subtle mention of past sexual assault, disassociation, humiliation, and loss of sense of self.

Series Masterlist

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December 11, 2014

The Bunker

It was nearly dawn when Chloe felt the air tighten against the Impala’s entry into the garage. Something was wrong; Sam was driving. Dean sat in the passenger seat and in the back, Castiel beside a blonde who had cried out a week’s worth of mascara and eyeliner. Dean was bleeding, but that wasn’t what was wrong. He stared ahead, lost and empty, covered in others’ blood. It was human, every last drop, CC could tell just by the smell. An ability she would have appreciated if it didn’t lead to the implications on Dean’s clothing.

Other than the upset teenager, no one else seemed to have been touched by the fray. Sam rapped on the hood, giving CC his best ‘I can’t explain this away’ eyes. He was worried mute. CC finally moved toward the car, both Sam and she eventually earning swats as Dean came to, silently protesting their help.

“How many?” CC whispered against his retreating form.

“Look, they were loan sharks and they were going to use Claire-,” Sam started.

“How many people did he kill?”

“Four.” Castiel cut in, glimpsing back to the girl in the backseat.

CC’s stomach pitched, a phantom whiff of manure and dust drifted past her nose and into her thoughts. She didn’t allow herself to focus on the reality of Dean’s crimes, instead she moved the conversation along. “What are you going to do with the kid?”

“She won’t stay here. I was going to take her to a motel in town. Chloe, I’m sorry, CC, would you be willing to accompany me?”

Sam huffed. “Is that really a good idea, Cas?”

“I just thought that, maybe an older female might be able to get through to her.” Cas looked wrecked, his vessel wearing his worry like a neon sign. He felt more human to CC than he ever had.

“I’m not babysitting.” CC stared between Sam and Cas and back again. Her annoyance and concern reciprocated in one form or another. She should be checking on Dean, not playing Big Brother Big Sister to Castiel’s ward. Dean didn’t want to see her; he had made that painfully clear. CC fiddled with her knife as the girl’s ghostly eyes challenged them from the backseat. “I’m not ready to leave the wards, not yet. But, if you guys need a minute, I can get some food in her? Keep her out of your hair for a—”

“Thank you,” Sam mouthed to CC as he and Cas nearly ran out of the garage and the blast radius all she could do was reply with a single finger. CC walked around the hood of the Impala, hands tucked in her back pockets as she watched the girl glare and roll her eyes.

“What do you want?”

“I want to go back to bed, but since that’s not happening. Coffee?” CC gave Claire five seconds before walking away, nodding over her shoulder in the direction of the kitchen. Claire followed CC dejectedly, hunger trumped petulance apparently, if barely.

“So, who are you anyway?”

“You can call me CC.” She almost smiled over her shoulder, dropping down into the sunken kitchen.

“Which one of them is your–?”

“My what?” CC pushed the automatic drip setting from delayed brew to ON and started rifling through the pantry for English muffins once Claire made up her mind to join her.

“Dean, huh? Figures. Well, your man’s a murderer, if you didn’t know.”

CC didn’t really look up at the girl while she started preparing their hasty meal, but it was evident that her bitterness was far from fading. CC slammed the toaster lever in place and leered down at Claire, who was sitting on the kitchen table with her feet on the seat of a chair. “Alright, Miss Teen Bitch. First off, you are in their home, so I’d watch who you call what. Secondly, yeah, I did know. Pretty much every hunter has the bad kind of blood on their hands, that includes me.”

The creak of the muffins’ release broke the silence. There was more eye rolling and tongue tisking, but eventually Claire began to listen for the answer to her more pointed questions.

“What are you even doing with him?”

CC shrugged, “I could ask the same about you and the angel.”

“Gross.” Claire recoiled. “Besides, they came after me! I just swiped his wallet for some spare cash. They should have just let me go! If they had—- Fuck! You know what? Screw you lady. You’re on their side. You’re not gonna listen to me.”

“Hey, cool it, alright?” Claire threw her fists down at her sides and folded them over her stomach. CC could see she needed to keep prodding because Claire was so close to the next hurdle. “Let’s get things straight. This isn’t a black white, us vs. you scenario. They thought you were in danger and did what they thought was best for you; to keep you safe. Sucks not being able to make the call on your own life, don’t it?” CC waited for Claire to acknowledge the helplessness they shared.

“Yeah, well, I might be Dean’s whatever. But I know all too well about Winchester intentions. For the record, me and Castiel? Not friends.”

“He’s wearing my dad’s face. Do you have any idea how fucked up that is?”

CC dropped onto the bench below Claire, handing her a plate. “Just a little weirder than living in an underground bunker with the guys that sent your closest friend to Hell?”

Claire nibbled on the toasted olive branch, tearing it to pieces before finally relaxing. She was scared and desperate, it came off in every gesture of her defensive attitude. CC started to wonder just what was going to happen with the kid now that she had been brought in.

“I hate them, all of them. I hate them for what they did.”

CC’s mouth twisted in sad empathy at the girl, knowing that the grief she wasn’t processing was much more palatable as rage. It was like looking into a fun house mirror of her past: overdone make up and culturally rebellious hair style. All just more things to help in the lie to herself about how empty she felt.

“What?! I do.”

“I know.” CC rolled back up to her feet, nodding toward the fridge. “Let’s see what else there is to eat. There’s one thing that’ll piss Dean off more than messing with his car and that’s eating the last of his pie.”

“Okay?” Claire huffed out an unamused agreement, a reluctant warmth shone from her eyes.

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February 2015

Dean had gone cold turkey. He stopped drinking, stopping lurking outside CC’s room at night, and started eating egg white omelets, apparently. Fat lot of good it did. The Oz Case with Charlie gave him whiplash, seeing his friend spilt into parts as if she was just the sum of her emotions rubbed him the wrong way. Breaking her arm was something he was never going to be able to forgive himself for; his knuckles still scabbed over from decimating her porcelain face. Her dogged determination and forgiveness still got him in the throat. Ever present, CC had stood, unflinching as the boys and Charlie had their goodbyes.

Now as Sam casually mentioned Tina from the Hansel and Gretel run in, something akin to jealousy flashed in her steely eyes. Something he had no desire to press her on nor any hope that it could lead to getting her back. She had helped out with Claire, had researched the hell out of the Bunker’s stacks alongside them through it all, and she had all but admitted the demon was the one moaning his name, the one that used her body to make his every nerve sing. If that wasn’t enough to drive him to drink again, nothing was.

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February 16, 2015

A festering cavern, Hell

Blinding daylight burst from an unseen door to your left. Once your eyes adjusted a figure appeared, breaking through the shafts of light, like a key in a lock. His footfalls were leisurely, the clipping beat of his obscenely expensive shoes barely gaining ground. Crowley walked into your isolated prison like a birder on a Sunday stroll.

“Oh good, you’re conscious.” His big eyes teetered on compassion as his words fell in a nice noncommittal little heap. You wanted to reply; the empty air loomed as your mouth tried to form words. You couldn’t remember how long it had been since you had used your voice. Your tongue thick and coarse in your throat as it strove to remember language. Crowley squinted, but waited as you grew frustrated with yourself. You sighed, nodding in exasperation before he could mock you for it. You weren’t certain he was real, but the thought of a visitor, even one seeking twisted entertainment, was better than another decade alone. Eventually you decided that you couldn’t have made him up; you had better imagination than that.

“I wasn’t aware we still used places like these. These rubbish heaps were from the initial days of Hell. The time when the fallen Angels fought for control and some unseen judicial system weighed the disloyal and usurpers’ crimes. You got off lightly, by the old standards. It takes a lot of energy to maintain this kind of torment; it simply isn’t worth the output for a single demon here or there. Then again, we all must answer for our crimes; no matter how seemingly noble the reasoning. Rebels against an outdated hierarchy—”

He continued to drone on, though your exhausted mind could hardly keep up and when it did; you found yourself unaffected by his rallying attempts. You were too downtrodden to feel any comradery with the man who held the keys to your cage. To all the cages. Hate was a delicious main course that followed the apathetic appetizer. You began to wade out to the swells of emotion. Things that hadn’t reached you in years carving through you until you were ready to swim in the rage as he spoke, eyes beetle black and bulging as he spat his points.

Finally, you fissured as the sound erupted from your mouth, a frustrated wail that shut the King up well and good.

“What do you want?!” you demanded between staccato breaths. You glared down at him, his human form was nearly a head shorter than you, but the inches of debris locking your ankles in place nearly evened the field of vision. You hoped the words you used made sense; because he was taking his time answering.

“I need someone to do a little digging on a certain individual. Someone who owes me and who won’t go gossiping to the demon next door.” Crowley tongue worked his cheek. “In short, I am offering you a one-way ticket back, what do you say?”

“Who?” The confusion began to clear as the delirious hum of hope rang in your ears.

“Can’t tell you here. Now–” Crowley looked over his shoulder and raised his fist in the air. “Let’s get you somewhere a little more accommodating, shall we?”

Before you could even nod, he snapped his fingers, freeing you from the slop and stench.

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Tale End of Executioner’s Song

Dean has killed Cain

Dean comes up from the dark with rasping breaths. His tendons are locked into place and his wrist is screaming from strain, a frequency he has yet to process. He doesn’t remember telling his feet to move, but his legs have carried him this far: away from the evidence and back down to those waiting on him. All pretense shrivels as he hears Sammy’s voice close by, persistent but muddled. Then Crowley’s, asking for his arm, no, the blade. Right, it isn’t a part of him after all. He should really let go, he isn’t sure what part of him is making these decisions, but grateful it doesn’t seem to be as hard as it feels.

Dean turns the weapon handle out and passes it to Cas. His eyes have focused enough to see the disbelief on the demon’s face at the gesture. Dean isn’t here to suffer fools; however helpful they had become. He reveals his deceits, unblinking as Crowley disappears. Sam catches him then, before his legs finally catch up to the path that got them there and Dean wonders what God sees in man.

The fog of battle clung to his mind, the Mark dulled, but never silenced. His blood flowed hot and vibrant, pumping through his veins in and out of his heart, that very human organ thumping in his gnawing chest. Dean moved as if he was tailing himself, looking down on his movements from some unimaginable higher ground until he slid into the Impala and drove away. Everything was reflex, instinct, autopilot. The moment the driver’s side door creaked open, he smelled it. Blood, faint and intoxicating. That hot beat inside of him pounded deeper.

He threw his duffel to the foot of his bed and shrugged out of his jacket. The Mark peered beneath the rolled cuff of his flannel, a garish pink against the dark fabric. Somehow, Dean found himself in the kitchen and despite the caffeine and the cheerleading from Sam, he felt hollowed out. Dean’s vision tunneled as he dodged out of further conversation to march down the hall. Finally, he could seek what had been calling to him.

CC froze over the washing machine as he loomed in the doorway. Her eyes closed as she felt him scent her, she didn’t turn an inch in his direction. Her bare legs, plump and smooth, beneath her tiny pajama shorts were just enough exposed skin to do some real damage. She fell back, heavy on to her heels. “How was it?”

“Final,” Dean said after stopping to consider an appropriate description for an assassination.

Chloe finally saw him, torn between shadow and shame. “I was scared you’d—"

“Yeah, well. I did.” Dean crossed his arms over his chest, shoulders hulking as he considered her concern.

“Is there something you wanted to ask me?” CC swallowed more air, the fear and electricity making her lightheaded. She moved to rest her hand on her knife handle, but it slid over the missing weapon. Her oversized sweatshirt sleeve covering her hand as it dangled in unfulfilled habit.

“How you doin’ Cease?”

“What?”

“How are you?” Dean said each word with a step forward, head bowing as he watched her straighten to face him.

“Uh, pretty crabby, but okay, I guess.”

Dean hummed, eyes squinting as she nervously looked to the door and back to space between their feet. “Anything I can help you out with?”

She blushed, a warmth twisting around her eyes and an awkward smile pulled at her cheeks as she centered her ponytail, giving her itching hands something to hold on to. “Dean?”

“Chloe?” Dean’s eyes darkened, the dangerous smirk pulling far enough back to let the overhead lights glint on his impossible teeth. He was gaunt and sallow; yet power continued to radiate from all over him.

“How are you looking at me like that,” she whispered in disbelief, pulling her top lower over her wide hips. “I am disgusting right now.”

“Yeah, well, compared to my butchered mug; you’re as tantalizing as ever, Cease. Besides, I could use a distraction or two, however dirty they might be.” Dean’s voice dropped another octave, an invisible fist clenched inside her. She groaned, letting her head fall in indecision. Dean closed the distance between them, big hands taking her shoulders firmly as he leaned down, earning a grin as she found his eyes suddenly playful beneath lush lashes.

“Seriously, I’m gross.”

“Not to me you’re not,” Dean purred, wide thumb stroking her strong cheek bone. “Let me make you less crabby.” CC’s head rolled to the side; her nose nuzzled into his comforting stubble.

At long last, she caved, her spiced skin slipping beneath his cracked lips as they danced over her collar bone. Dean’s entire body hummed with a need nearly as wide as the void inside him. They collided, grabbing and shoving until Dean started to wonder who was truly strongest. Then CC nipped below his ear and he tossed her on top of the washing machine she had set to HOT. She pinched her knees together, twisting side saddle on the hissing appliance, lips parting as Dean’s tongue took its time riling her up from the inside out.

Dean’s hands widened, tips and palms digging into her fleshy thighs, begging access until he demanded it. She groaned into his mouth before pulling back, her uncertainty crumbled beneath his singular focus. She tasted the iron from his split lip, a bit of coffee and something unimaginable. Even bad decisions need to be made to prove their consequence. Chloe grabbed Dean’s forearms and pushed him back, his gaze slow to move up from his target.

“Shower room?” she asked hopping back down on her bare feet.

Dean barely shook his head, nose buried in her hair. Her arms threaded around his waist as his thumb cocked up her face, his fingers threading into the loose strands at the nape of her neck.

“My room? It’s farthest from Sam’s?” Dean answered with clashing teeth and a fistful of Chloe’s ass.

There was a threatening rhythm to their efforts, hefty pauses ending only after the other started to teeter; to break. They had gotten to CC’s room, clothes shoved and forgotten along the way to the bed. Dean grasped the nape of her neck, his arm locked as he stared through her, eyes unfocused and mouth open against a horror she couldn’t see. She tried to pull him closer, to sit back and take him with her, but he was frozen. She slid her palm under his elbow and pushed up, her other arm braced across his chest to keep him back, in case his reaction was less than friendly.

His jaw worked over all the words that wouldn’t form, eyes dropping closed as he came back from the brink, grip softening as his forehead fell to her shoulder. CC couldn’t stop from shaking as the moment passed, Dean’s mouth finding her pulse point more than conversational again. All that hovered over them: fear, power, destiny and damnation, fueled them until they were desperate and starving, knowing that the other was just as empty. Just as wanton. Dean’s hands pulled her thighs apart and his teeth ran the edge of the faded cotton. The iron sang through his nose as it mixed with her arousal; a signature cocktail he couldn’t refuse.

CC swallowed as his fingers dragged down the last barrier between his mouth and her coated folds. No sound could reach her as she battled the disgust and desire, Dean’s tongue threaded through her lips, nipping and sucking them swollen. He moved in to circle her clit; the heat of her shame began to burn away as yearning eclipsed all custom and ceremony. CC’s head fell back, and when she closed her eyes knots of wood looked back.

Suddenly she was suspended from her every nerve, tucked away from feeling Dean shove three fingers inside her mess. In a bubble of warmth and muffled sound, CC drifted. It was calm and quiet there, a place without resistance or time. She began to wonder if this is what Death felt like, if the veil could manifest itself to tease her. To coax her immortality from her by sheer tranquility. There was something pulling at the back of her thoughts, something she was forgetting, something that demanded her opposition even, but CC couldn’t be bothered to think on that. Not quite yet.

Dean doesn’t realize he’s lost her, he just keeps finger fucking her until the thinning blood is snaking down his arm. His lips pull at her, thirst crazed and blind. The beat inside his head overtakes her pulse, heavy and languid, building. Her breath catches and he feels the gentle trickle, a silent compliment for his efforts. Her body pulls while he pushes, deeper, solid, unmoving as the shuttering of her walls loosen outward in waves.

Dean pulls his hand back and admires it in the light, rust rimmed nails and ruddied knuckles as the skin cools beneath the liquid as it dries and cracks. It’s not enough. His eyes search the desk and dresser, knowing it must be here, somewhere. He isn’t thinking, he is only moving. The battered leather sheath lays across her boots, handle smooth and solid as he grips it in his right hand. It’s smaller than he thought, but the spellworked blade dazzles as Dean pulls it from its case.

She hasn’t moved safe for her chest rising and eyes scrunched against the ceiling. Dean should know that isn’t a good sign, but either he doesn’t register it, or he doesn’t care. He moves to her side, where he can feel her curves against him, her lungs expand as he lets his weight fall against her. Her head lulls to the side and a soft whimper passes her lips as he slides home, blood thick and gritty along every inch of him. Dean almost cums at the sight of the gore he pulls out of CC’s channel. He pushes back in, shoving her knees obscenely against the comforter, letting every ripple of her thighs and ass urge him on.

CC feels the first slice between her breasts. Like a tuft of hair caught in a necklace she is pulled from her weightlessness and placed back in reality. The sweat stings her skin as it opens, her granddad’s knife dangles above her as Dean catches her eye. He thrusts into her with clenched teeth, eyes dark and muscles constricting as he shifts lower. Her legs lock around his waist as he stands, still buried inside her. She tries to sit, but his free hand pushes her back down, rough palm burning against the mangled flesh.

He grunts and gasps, and CC finally sees it, the terror in his eyes. He’s frozen once more. The knife is shaking in his hand, a not so invisible force extending over his forearm. CC needs to do something; Dean’s panicking as his body moves without him. She rolls her hips and threads her fingers around his wrist. Dean’s eyes go wide as she sinks the metal beneath her ribs. She shushes him, nodding and rocking into his body. Dean looks away and moves again, entering her doubly as the Mark takes her offering to free him. She tries to keep breathing, to stay conscious and keep watch on Dean.

Her hand slips up from his wrist and over the cursed brand in his white skin. She focuses on it, stomping on the tendrils of control with her mind; it remains immobile and unnerving. She feels the darkness pulling at her, trying to put her under, to stow her away. Dean’s face falls to her neck, he pulls the knife from her side, leaving jarring pain shooting through her as the wound registers. Dean cries out, clutching her head to his, arms tight and knife falling.

CC thrashes against him, breaking through with a fist through his near headlock; they roll back, clinging to each other like a life raft. His scruff prickles her throat and CC coughs, breaking the stalemate. They pull apart, limbs and groins untangling in guilt riddled silence. Dean clears his throat and sits up, hand hovering over her wounds. He’s mesmerized and apologetic, biting back any sorry when CC inhales against the pain. She waves him off and pops up onto her elbows. Her eyes take in the damage and she frowns in consideration before closing her eyes.

“Cease?” Dean whines a worry as her skin starts to glow.

“It’s okay. I’m gonna be fine, just, uh, just gimme a sec.” CC wills the walls of her organs to fuse, her muscles knit together, and the skin zips closed and clean before Dean’s eyes. She pants from effort and falls back to the bed, a gentle smile twisting on her face before she opens her eyes. Dean’s are like saucers, his slack jawed expression made worse by the patches of blood and slick crusted in his scruff. All CC can think is how his mix of scary and stoned is causing her heart to catch in her throat.

“Hey?” CC whispers, slipping her hand over his, despite the nausea that was creeping back up. “You good?”

Dean lets her question sit unanswered, floating in the space between his guilty hands and her enabling eyes. The world seemed to tilt before he falls into the damp darkness of unconsciousness.

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Dean woke to the sound of his own screams, his fist jutting up into some unseen enemy. He swung against her as CC tried to pull him back, her hand cool on his left bicep. He smelled soap and felt damp pillows; he couldn’t remember showering. Finally, the room righted itself and he could piece together what little furniture she had accumulated since they’d been brought back to the Bunker. Since the demon inside her had helped Sam cure him. He spotted her empty boots and the images of her knife in his grip flashed in his mind’s eye; his stomach twisted against the memories he forced himself to swallow.

CC let him work through it, she was sore and exhausted and couldn’t find the words that would bring him back from the brick wall he kept running himself into. His recoil from her every touch set up her haunches as it was, maybe she should have dragged him to his own bed after all. Having him here felt like they were hiding, but the only person she felt any guilt for was no longer in this phase of existence.

He whispered a desperate ‘fuck’ into the early morning quiet. Finding his undershirt; he ducked into the neck before turning to face CC. Whatever he was hoping to find in her face, it wasn’t there. Her tired eyes were set deep atop her full cheeks, her uncertainty and caution bordering on annoyance.

“What?” Her voice warbled.

“Forget it.” Dean closed his eyes as her hand snaked over the sheets to cage his in. “I’m sorry I woke you up, I’ma head back to my room, let you get some rest.”

“Dean? You don’t have to—” She didn’t even try to sell it.

“I know, but, I just keep going through the thing with Cain and, you need to recuperate now, so.” Dean shrugged, left a peck on her forehead and threw on the rest of his clothes before either said another word. Once he was free to the safety of the empty hallway Dean shivered, his bare feet and wet head oddly comforting in the confines of his body and bones.

CC watched him leave, quick and painlessly. There was so much lacking between them that it didn’t even register as a rejection; they were simply saying what they thought the other wanted to hear. They were quite the lop-sided pair: the cursed hunter and Heaven’s bastard’s mistake. Both broken, in very different directions.

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shirtlesssammy · 5 years

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7x08: Season Seven, Time for a Wedding!

Then:

Sam Winchester deserves better

Now:

Las Vegas, Nevada

Dean’s enjoying the company of a grad student just trying to pay her bills. (Dean, what are you, 10 years her senior? Plz stop, your wrinkles are showing.) (And you’re a big fucking liar. You more than likely dropped out of school because it was too boring for your smart brain and your dad made you skip school for hunting trips so it became a two fold problem of you not keeping up with the school work load and you not seeing a reason to care to keep up with the school work load --only!! You got your GED so you must care on some level. Please enlighten us, Dean. #endrant) Dean unloads a ton of Winchester angst on the woman and then gets a text from Sam. He’s four blocks away and he wants Dean to meet him wearing his fed suit.

Dean heads to the Little White Chapel (it has a “24 hour drive up wedding window!” lol) Dean’s suspicious enough of the place to pull his gun. He finds Sam. Yay! Sam’s in LOVE y’all and he’s getting MARRIED! (Listen, we know the problems with this episode, but I’m going to lean real hard into the absurdity of the whole thing. My personal belief is to read this episode just like Red Meat. BECKY IS PROBLEMATIC AND WE’RE SUPPOSED TO SEE HER THAT WAY. It’s kinda curious that we’ve never seen her again...kinda like this episode closed the door on how this show views those types of fans. Ahem.)

Just then Sam’s bride starts walking down the aisle. It’s Becky!

Dean is VERKLEMPT. He wants to know how this happened. “We met, we ate and then talked and fell in love.” Dean points out to Sam that it’s no coincidence that Becky showed up during their annual Vegas week. (Sidenote: Where are all the fics on Dean and Sam’s Las Vegas week? You know, the one where Dean meets a fellow craps player and there’s a friendly competition and a warm banter and somehow they end up back at Dean’s hotel room and maybe there’s a real marriage that they both forgot about and they go their separate ways and 5 years later Dean’s gonna marry his good friend Lisa to help her out for something and discovers he’s already married so he has to track down this mysterious guy Cas and whoops, they’ve got so much in common and well ---I mean, the story just writes itself.) She’s read all the books. She knows them inside and out. Sam tells Dean to take a moment to realize that this is real. They’re heading back to Becky’s place in Delaware.

Dean alerts Bobby to the situation as he’s heading out of town.

Becky and her new (and very attractive hubby) arrive at the Montgomery High School 10 year Class Reunion. Becky runs inside to buy tickets for the event. Also, she’s live tweeting her revenge plan it seems. She runs into Aaron Burr Guy (I mean, I’m not going to just breeze right past the fact that pre-Hamilton Leslie Odom Jr. was on Supernatural. WTF???). Becky introduces her good friend to her new husband (and Jared Padalecki is SO tall). He takes off to go inside and she runs to give him a hug and they exchange a mysterious vial.

Away from Sam, she reveals that he’s a witch.

Dean rolls up to the reunion just as Sam and Becky are pulling away. He heads to a bar. He sees a paper with the headline “Truck Kills Pedestrian in Freak Accident”.

At Becky’s place, Sam starts to break out of the trance she has him in, so Becky adds more mysterious juice to his champagne and forces him to drink. All is CRaZy iN BeCKy LAnD.

Cut to a baseball diamond where a dude is practicing hitting the ball. Another dude (that I KNOW has been in another episode of SPN) makes the ball machine go faster and then moves the ball machine over to hit the other guy in the head, breaking the fourth wall with blood. Lovely. #sportsball.

Dean brings his newly married brother a waffle iron (#bestgiftever).

Dean’s got a case. It seems the baseball guy is part of it. Turns out, Sam and Becky are already working the case. Dean points out that people are having their dreams come true in this town, and then he looks to Becky. Dean can’t get through to his brother so he leaves.

Cut to Dean wanting to work with Bobby, but Bobby has other plans.

Cut to Becky Rosen being a 28 year old teenager creeper. Ugh. Sam’s made them fake ID’s (twu luv) and says “check this out” to her. UGH. He points out another potential victim. He also notices her notebook of hearts and weirdness. But he likes it! Yay!

Dean heads to meet the hunter Bobby assigned to help him. No spoilers or anything, but IT’S GARTH!

Dean points out the case in the paper, but Garth needs to read Marmaduke first. OH GARTH.

They head to interview someone that just got a big promotion. Becky and Sam beat them to it. Becky and Dean exchange scowls. Sam and Garth exchange confused looks. Once in the interview, the guy doesn’t reveal much to Dean. Garth cuts right to the chase and asks if the guy made it to the top through “black magic or hoodoo.” Dean’s fake laugh GIVES ME LIFE. The guy admits that this isn’t his dream. Enter his wife: Hmmm. Dean and Garth catch up to the wife and Dean threatens her. “Why do people keep thinking I’m threatening them?” Oh, Dean Bean. The woman denies everything and takes off.

Back at Becky’s place (their place now?) Sam mulls over the evidence. Becky delightedly plots a romantic getaway when Sam suddenly crumples. Oops, better put that lovey-dovey vacation on hold until you can drug your husband again! She’s dismayed to see that she can’t give him a fix because the potion has leaked out into her purse lining. Wherps.

Dean saves the CEO’s wife from getting crushed by a falling light fixture at the company headquarters. Garth and Dean interrogate her and learn that she bargained with someone for her soul but lololol there’s no such thing as a soul so she got a great deal. Right? RIGHT?!! Garth makes plans to move her into witness protection - Garth style.

Sam’s doing increasingly poorly and Becky, desperate, beans him over the head with the waffle iron. Thanks for the gift, Dean! They used it already.

He wakes up in a Misery situation, bound to the bed. (note to self: watch/read Misery someday instead of just casually referencing it.) (Boris: Uh, yeah!) Becky fawns over him while simultaneously not freeing him. She then flits off to chat with Guy, panicking about the potion. “This isn’t the honeymoon I had in mind,” she says before amending, “Well, some of it is.” UGH. She frets about them not consummating their marriage yet and...at least there’s that.

Becky heads in to talk to Sam, once again cloaked in denial. Sam tells her that she roofied him (no I didn’t) and that her witch friend is the one killing all their victims (no, he’s just a wiccan). She insists that the killer is something or someone else. Becky PLEASE.

Sam tells her to wake up. “It's never something else. When are there ever two crazy things in town at the same time? Guy's the creep, and you're on his list.” Guy also fed her the line that the potion only works if Sam loves her “deep down,” to which Sam is incredulous. He tells her to untie him then, and in response she shoves a rag into his mouth. Yeah.

At the reunion restaurant, Becky meets up with Guy who starts to hand over the potion.

Guy pulls the potion back at the last minute. “Let’s talk price.” Becky learns that they are NOT in fact, besties. Guy’s price for Sam’s devotion is her soul. She recognizes him as a crossroads demon and, inoculated by her fan consumption of Supernatural, Becky sits tight and listens even after his eyes flash red. Guy LOVES reunions. They’re perfect for trapping people who are desperate to impress their old classmates or improve their lives. Speaking of desperate, Guy gives Becky a special bargain: 25 years before her soul’s collected if she promises to never breathe a word to the Winchesters about her bargain.

Dean and Garth bust into Becky’s apartment. It’s empty, but Garth finds a webpage open to Twitter on her laptop, and her feed indicates that she’s going on a trip with her “hubster.” Dean finds a picture of Becky holding a fish in front of a cabin, Garth makes a nonsequitur on the creepy nature of fish eyes (I love you, Garth), and they’re ready to track them to the cabin.

Becky returns to find Sam still tied to the bed. (Damn girl, who taught you how to tie a knot?) Becky mournfully reflects on her situation. She really wanted to prance Sam Winchester around to her ex-classmates. She calls herself a loser. Sure, Becky. That’s spelled F E L O N. She loved the message board communities and dating Chuck....life was good as a fan. She just wants love! Sam mumbles something at her through the handkerchief and she pulls it out. “If you want somebody to love you for you, maybe don’t drug them.” Decent Human 101, right? She pulls out the vial of potion and contemplates using it, to Sam’s horror.

Later, Becky nurses a drink at the reunion restaurant when Guy walks in. Becky missed the party, but she’s there to talk to Guy. She tells him she’ll agree to the bargain. Guy approaches for a kiss to seal the deal when Becky flicks a lighter and drops it to the floor. A flare shoots up and burns a quick devil’s trap on the floor, trapping Guy.

Becky tries to celebrate with Sam. Becky just….NO.

Dean confronts Guy, asking him how he’s managing to kill off all his soul acquisitions before their 10 years are up. Guy laughs and tells them that accidents happen - HE doesn’t kill them. His demon intern does. Cue the intern - the scraggly, hairy guy from earlier. Intern blasts them all across the room. The demon knife gets knocked aside but before Dean can grab it, Guy’s out of the trap. It’s looking bad for our heroes when Becky grabs the demon-killing knife and stabs Intern in the back. She passes it to Dean who holds the knife to Guy’s throat and tells him to release his last 15 deals.

“Oh crap,” Guy says, but it’s not because of Dean.

“Hello, boys,” Crowley says from behind them. Dean and Sam look worried but Becky practically has hearts and stars in her eyes. It turns out that Guy’s intern couldn’t keep his mouth shut and bragged about the scheme to Crowley. Crowley tears into Guy. “This isn’t Wall Street, this is Hell!” In Hell, they have INTEGRITY, and need to uphold their bargains or nobody will sell their souls to them anymore.

The Winchesters and Crowley size each other up. Crowley has nothing but the BEST intentions for the Winchesters. They haven’t encountered a demon in months, right? It turns out that it’s because Crowley’s been keeping them on a tight leash. Crowley is pro-Winchester when it comes to killing leviathans. “I hate the bastards. Squash ‘em all, please.” Dean tells Crowley to rip up Guy’s remaining contracts, and when he does so, Dean shoves Guy at Crowley. They zap out.

In Becky’s apartment, Sam signs the annulment paperwork and tells Becky that he won’t see her again. Sam’s a nice guy, though, so he tells Becky that she’s a “good person” and that someday she’ll find the right guy. I mean...I wouldn’t go THAT far but okay. We’re striving for rehabilitation here. Garth lights up and starts to smooth his hair. “No,” Dean tells him while I am yelling NO GARTH BBY DON’T.

Outside, the Winchesters say goodbye to Garth. “You don’t suck,” Dean tells him. Dean. Bean. He gets a HUGE hug for it and then Garth takes off.

Sam tells Dean that he didn’t mean what he said when he was roofied - he does need Dean to watch his back. Dean accepts the sentiment with grace. “For a whack job you really pulled it together.” Dean. BEAN.

Sam also tells Dean that since he doesn’t have to watch out for him, Dean can start looking out for himself for the first time in his life. Dean is THRILLED at this revelation and by thrilled, I mean sent into a self-pitying tailspin. Sigh.

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Oh, Marmaduke, you’re crazy!

Why do people keep thinking I'm threatening them?

You're so pathetic, it actually loops back around again to cute.

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headfulloffantasies · 5 years

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Angel with a Shotgun

Chapter 19: The Cage

warning for descriptions of violence

Ao3

Dean fell end over end. He careened through darkness permeated by swift kicks in the rear. His body felt like it was being beaten with a sack of bricks. Finally, he rolled to a stop. Groaning, Dean pulled himself to his knees. The darkness ebbed. The foot of an endless staircase stretched up into shadow.

“Good thing we didn’t bring Bobby,” he said to the stairs.

“Dean,” Cas stood behind him, wreathed in shade. Dean stood. The darkness strained ever on, swirling with grey ash. Dean coughed as sulfur hit him in the nose. Ash fell like snow, settling on the shoulders of Cas’ coat and in his dark hair.

“This way,” Cas led him away from the staircase. Dean tried covering his nose with his elbow, but the ash had already covered his sleeve.

Visibility was so slim, he almost stumbled right into the first figure.

“Sorry, pal,” Dean said. The person didn’t even look round. Dean looked closer and made out another figure in front of them, and another. They were human, but gaunt, pallid versions of humanity. The falling grey thinned a moment and Dean gasped.

A long line of grey people in rags extended right and left into the endless night. Somewhere over the dark horizon a red haze burned like fire.

“What is this?” Dean scrambled back.

“This is Hell,” Cas said simply.

“No kidding.”

“This is where human souls go,” Cas explained. “They walk towards the light but they never reach it.”

Dean stared at the angry red glow. “But where’s the torture?”

“This is torture,” Cas insisted. “They never reach their goal. They will spend eternity like this, never experiencing anything new or different. Some of them have hope that the light is Heaven and if they can only reach it, they will be saved. But they never do.”

Dean shuddered. “Alright. But is Sam supposed to be here, shuffling around?”

“No, this way.” Cas spread his wings and soared up into the cinder sky.

Dean followed. From above, the ash and the red glow mixed to give it the appearance of a distant volcano.

Cas flew in the opposite direction, away from the light. Gradually, the grey dust whipping past thinned and faded into nothingness. It was just black. Nothing but night. No moon, no stars, no fires below. Dean was straining to keep Cas in view. Cas glanced back and noted Dean’s struggle. A glow enveloped his ebony wings. Lightning blue edged the feathers, tracing pinions and primaries.

Awe filled Dean’s chest. He trailed through Hell behind an angel glowing with heavenly light.

After an eon Cas dipped and touched down in utter blackness.

Dean stumbled his landing, feet kicking up sharp rocks.

“Hush,” Cas warned. “We don’t want to be found here.”

“Where are we?” Dean could only see as far as Cas’ ephemeral light. They were surrounded by razor sharp outcrops of obsidian rock that blended almost seamlessly into the blackness.

Cas reached out and placed a hand on the only smooth surface Dean could see. Cas mumbled something Enochian. The rock gave way. It collapsed like it had been nothing more than shadow.

Dean took a step forward. Cas grabbed his arm. “Sam is close. He will be well guarded. We may have to fight our way through.”

Dean pulled out the Colt. “That’s what this is for.”

“Dean, do you trust me?”

“What does that mean?”

Cas levelled a serious gaze at him.

“No,” Dean admitted. “I don’t know who to trust. You and Zachariah are both playing games and I don’t know what you want with me.”

Cas’ hand slackened on Dean’s arm.

“But,” Dean continued. “I trust you to have my back against demons. I trust you to help me get Sam. After that…” he shook his head.

Cas nodded. “Thank you, Dean.”

Dean frowned. “Let’s get this over with.”

They stepped through the doorway. The sudden light was searing after the abyss. Dean threw a hand over his eyes. His feet sank into a plush carpet.

“Hello, Dean,” a British accent rumbled.

Dean lowered his hand. A short demon in a black suit lounged behind an ornate desk. The room was styled as a posh office in rich reds and dark wood.

“Who’re you?” Dean grumbled.

The demon’s eyes flickered red. “Crowley, King of Hell.”

A jolt of cold terror raced down Dean’s spine. He lifted the Colt.

“Ah ah ah.” Faster that Dean could track, Crowley was behind him. Dean whirled. Crowley ducked behind Cas’ shoulder.

“Hold on, Rambo.”

“Dean, wait,” Cas moved to shield Crowley further.

“Cas, move,” Dean aimed.

“Hear him out.”

Dean stopped cold. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“We made a deal, squirrel,” Crowley said.

Dean frowned at the nickname. “The only deal I’m going to make is your life for Sam. Cas, move.”

“I made the deal,” Cas said. Dean turned furious eyes on him. Cas held his hands out placating.

“Allow me to explain. Five minutes,” Crowley offered.

Dean shifted his gaze back and forth between the angel and the demon. “Five minutes.” He lowered the Colt.

“Sit,” Crowley snapped his fingers. Two wing backed chairs appeared facing the desk.

Crowley went and sat behind the desk, fingers steepled in front of his chin.

“Your brother, Sam-,”

“You don’t get to say his name,” Dean interrupted. He stayed standing in the center of the room, radiating fury.

“Your brother,” Crowley continued diplomatically. “Is in the Cage.”

“What does that mean?” Dean demanded.

“If you would let me finish, I WOULD TELL YOU!” Crowley roared. Dean glared him down, affronted.

Crowley leaned back, acting as if his outburst never happened. “The Cage held Lucifer for thousands of years. Lucifer finally perished down there. It is an inescapable hole.”

A tiny noise escaped Dean’s throat.

“So you see why we have to rescue him. Drink?” Crowley manifested a crystal decanter of liquor.

Dean spluttered. “You want to break Sammy out of the Cage? Why?”

Crowley poured himself a measure of the amber liquid. “The faction that stole your brother from you are a superstitious and cowardly lot with high ambitions. They think they can shoehorn your little angel into a prophecy he has no business fulfilling.”

Crowley smoothed a hand over his silver paisley tie. “They are calling him the Boy King of Hell.”

Dean’s stomach sank. “No.”

“I agree, it’s tacky,” Crowley mused. “So you see why I need him gone.”

Dean nodded. “So what’s the plan?”

“Walk in, walk out, don’t get killed,” Crowley shrugged. “You’ll need a key to get into the Cage. Here,” Crowley opened a drawer in his desk and removed something oblong. He tossed it to Dean. Dean caught it. Four interlocked rings sat in the palm of his hand. “What is this?”

“The key, numbskull. And I’ll want it back after this. There are a few demons I’d like to lock in the Cage for eternity.”

Dean scrubbed a hand over his mouth. “I still don’t understand why you’re helping us.”

“Because I am the King of Hell. And it’s good to be King. I will not have your snot nosed brother on my throne.”

Crowley turned his wrist, checking his watch. “You’ll want to go now. Out that door to the left. You have five minutes before the guard change catches you.” Crowley nodded to a door that materialised in the wood panelling. Cas opened it and poked his head through.

“Good luck and all that.”

Dean followed Cas. The door led to a dim grey hallway.

“Don’t forget our bargain, angel,” Crowley called. Dean threw a glare at him. The door closed on its own, sealing perfectly into the stone wall as if it had never been.

“What kind of deal did you make?’ Dean whispered.

“Later,” Cas said. “Right now, we have to hurry.”

They turned left and found a door marked ‘Danger’.

“Sounds about right,” Dean mumbled. There was no doorknob or key hole. Dean ran his hands over the smooth grey surface. It was like any other industrial door, just without any access. Dean withdrew the interlocked rings. “How do they work?”

The rings flew from his hand, gluing themselves magnetically to the door. Something clanged deep within. The door swung open.

Dean raced inside while Cas held the door. He held the Colt out as a warning. It was dark inside, a single shaft of light coming from an unknown source. The Cage was styled as a prison cell. The floor was cement that echoed Dean’s footfalls. White chaff was strewn about the ground. Bars covered every wall. Behind them there was nothing. The same blackness that Dean and Cas had flew through surrounded the Cage. Dean’s eyes finally adjusted to the dark. A lump lay curled in a ball in the corner. Dean’s heart leaped.

“Sam?”

“Dean?” A groan answered. Dean dropped to his knees beside his brother. White chaff fluttered around them where he’d disturbed it.

Dean pulled Sam up. Sam moaned. His shirt clung to him, wet with sweat and sticky with blood. Dean swallowed hard. He smoothed Sam’s hair from his face. Sam’s eyes were only half open, unfocused. Blood smeared down his chin.

“I’ve got you,” Dean crooned. “Time to go.”

Sam clung to the back of Dean’s coat, jostling his wings. Something scratched at the back of Dean’s mind. He shoved the thought aside, focusing on hugging his brother.

“Come on, we’re in a rush,” Dean pulled Sam to his feet. Sam stumbled. More white fluff scattered around them. One of them landed on the back of Dean’s hand. His lungs constricted. It was a feather.

Dean locked eyes with Sam. His mind reached out for Sam’s, for the connection they’d shared since childhood. He met only cold emptiness. “No,” Dean choked. “Please, no.”

“I’m sorry,” Sam mumbled.

Dean couldn’t speak passed the lump in his throat. He hoisted Sam’s arm over his shoulder. “Let’s go.”

It was harder to ignore the bloodstains now. The whole Cage was a mess of feathers and red smears.

Cas stared at Sam as they hobbled out into the light. He opened his mouth.

“Not now,” Dean cut him off. “We have to go.”

Cas nodded. “The guards will be here any second.”

“Which way is out?”

Cas smirked. “Up.”

He opened his wings and leapt straight at the ceiling. A shout died in Dean’s throat. Cas rocketed through the ceiling as if it had been made of smoke.

Dean glanced down at Sam. He sagged against Dean’s side. Dean rearranged him in his arms.

“Hang on,” Dean unfurled his wings and jumped.

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