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gates-keeper · 3 years

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Part 1: “Words of Affirmation” Destiel Quotes & Parallels

I’m sure someone’s done this before me and done it better, but I’m compiling a huge Destiel evidence docket for no reason. Anyone got any quotes to add?

Comments From Outside Characters

To Dean

Uriel: “He has this weakness. He likes you.” (4x10)

Balthazar: “You have me confused with the other angel. You know, the one in the dirty trench coat who’s in love with you.” (6x17)

Hester: “The first time Castiel laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost.” (7x21)

Meg: “He was your boyfriend first.” (7x23)

Charlie: “What about Castiel? He seems helpful. And dreamy.” (8x20)

Marie: “Although we do explore the nature of Destiel in Act 2.” (10x5)

Sam: “Shouldn’t it be Deastiel?” He then goes on to tease Dean with “Sastiel” which Dean takes negatively. (10x5)

Dean: “This Cas is looking at me weird.” Sam: “So like the real Cas then.” (15x14)

To Castiel

Hannah: “We gave you our trust. Don’t lose it over one man.” (9x22)

Metatron: “His true weakness is revealed. He’s in love…with humanity.” (9x22)

Metatron: “Oh, that’s right. To save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but, ultimately, it was about saving one human, right?” (9x23)

Ishim: “I’m going to cure you of your human weakness [i.e. Dean]” (12x10)

The Empty: “I have tiptoed through all your little tulips. Your memories, your little feelings, yes. I know what you hate. I know who you love…There is nothing for you back there.” (13x4)

Demon: “I thought you were joined at the… (looks down) everything.” (14x01)

There are also several instances where other characters try to poke at insecurities regarding their relationship.

Naomi: “You're hoping Castiel will return to you. I admire your loyalty. I only wish he felt the same way.” (8x19)

Casifer: “There comes a time when every relationship has run its course.” (11x18)

Michael!Dean: “You only tolerate the angel because you think you owe him, because he ‘gripped you tight and raised you from Perdition.’ Or whatever.” (14x10)

Comments From Dean

To Cas

“There are two things I know for certain. One, Bert and Ernie are gay. And two, you are not going to die a virgin.” (5x03)

“So what? I’m Thelma and you’re Louise and we’re just going to hold hands and sail off this cliff together?” (5x03)

“You know what? Blow me, Cas.” (5x18)

“Cas, not for nothing, but the last time someone looked at me like that, I got laid.” (5x18)

“Look, I don’t need to feel like hell for failing you, okay? For failing you like I’ve failed every other godforsaken thing that I care about! I don’t need it!” (8x07)

“We need you. I need you.”

For more on this quote see the “We vs. I” section.

To Other Characters

Bobby: “I think maybe it’s time you made a call.” Dean: “Why does it always gotta be me that makes the call, huh? It’s not like Cas lives in my ass. The dude’s busy.” (Cas appears) Dean: “Get out of my ass.” Cas: “I was never in your… (head tilt)” (6x19)

“On my car…. He showed up naked… covered in bees.” (7x23)

While Cas suffered from some mental issues at the time, it seems somewhat significant that he sought Dean out under the circumstances, not Sam, etc.

“There’s things… people… feelings that I want to experience differently than I have before, or maybe even for the first time.” (10x16)

“My shy but devastatingly handsome friend here” (12x12)

“He came into my room and he played me.” (12x19)

“Let’s see. Crowley’s dead, Kelly’s dead, Cas is—Mom’s gone.” (13x01)

Dean’s inability to list Cas’s death singles him out as the most devastating of the losses.

“We’ve lost everything. And now you’re gonna bring him back.” (13x01)

While some people have heard this as “bring ‘em back”, the Netflix captions and transcripts I have been able to find say “him.”

“And Cas bought it. And you know what it got him? It got him dead! Now you may be able to forget about that, but I can't!” (13x03)

“I have a family.” (In response to John Winchester lamenting Dean doesn’t have a wife and kids) (14x13)

Comments From Cas

To Dean

“I was getting too close to the humans in my charge. You. They feel I've begun to express emotions. The doorways to doubt.” (4x16)

“I’m hunted. I rebelled. And I did it—all of it—for you.” (5x02)

“I gave everything for you. And this is what you give to me.” (5x18)

“I do everything that you ask. I always come when you call.” (6x21)

“So you will bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord.” (6x22)

Before taking on the role of God, Cas seemed very concerned with Dean’s forgiveness/acceptance/love. It is interesting that, as God, that was the first thing he asked for, turning from Sam (who had just stabbed him) to Dean to ask for love.

“Sam, and everyone you know, everyone you love, they could be long dead. Everyone except me.” (10x22)

“I love you. I love all of you.” (Arguably to the group, but the first “I love you” can be seen as Dean-specific, especially since it cuts to Dean after being said.) (12x12)

“You mean too much to me. To everything.” (12x9) (To Mary, Sam, and Dean. However, the camera immediately cuts to Dean specifically, even though he is in the back of the group).

“I’m your Huckleberry.” (13x06)

Cas love confession (15x18)

To Other Characters

“Dean and I do share a more profound bond.” (6x03)

“I won’t hurt Dean.” (8x17)

This is said as Castiel is breaking away from Naomi’s mind control—mind control she fostered specifically by having Cas kill a thousand versions of Dean. This implies she knows that Cas’s strongest loyalty is to Dean, not Sam, or humans in general.

“The point is that they [Dean & Sam] were here at all and you got to know them, you -- When they're gone, it will hurt, but that hurt will remind you of how much you loved them.” (14x14)

“You know, Dean, he... he feels things more acutely than any human I've ever known.” (15x13)

Other Comments

Reaper: “How do I start looking for this... Castiel?” Bartholomew: “I got one word for you. Winchester.”

Rowena: “An Angel of the Lord, shattered at the altar of Winchester.”

Use of We vs. I

In the crypt scene in Season 8, Dean tells Cas, “We need you.” This is not enough to stop Cas’s actions. When the language switches to “I need you,” Cas drops the angel blade.

We can clearly see that Dean tries to put up barriers about how he really feels about Cas in his use of “We.” For example, after showing the audience many scenes of Dean, not Sam, frantically trying to call Cas, we get the following lines:

“So not only were you ditching us, but you were also ignoring us?”

“With everything that's going on, you can't just go dark like that. We didn't know what happened to you. We were worried. That's not okay.”

It’s clear that these “we’s” are really “I’s”

In the alternate future presented in 15x9, Sam asks Dean, “What’s happened to you Dean… ever since…?” to which Dean responds, “Ever since what? We lost pretty much everyone we’ve ever cared about? Ever since the Mark made Cas go crazy and I had to bury him in a Malak box… ever since then?” While he acknowledges Sam’s losses as well, his switch to “I” in reference to Cas implies that Cas’s loss belongs especially to him.

(Mostly) Verbal Parallels to Other Couples

In 1x01 (start at 2:27), Dean pulls Sam away from a dead Jess in a direct parallel to how Sam pulls Dean away from Cas in 12x23

Following Jessica’s death, Sam keeps seeing glimpses of her as he and Dean travel around in the Impala. Dean does the same in Season 8 following his return from Purgatory without Cas.

David from “Bloodlines” (9x20) tells his love interest, “I was there. Where were you?” which is the same thing Dean says to Cas in “The Man Who Would Be King” (6x20)

When asking Dean whether he’s in love with Cassie, Dean gives a similar response to what he will say in 10x5 when asked about Destiel.

Destiel is paralleled with their counterparts from the Supernatural play who are “a couple in real life” (10x5)

Cain compares himself to Dean in Season 10. He describes the significant kills of his life (The Knights of Hell, his wife Collette, and his brother Abel) and tells Dean that he will follow his same pattern by killing the King of Hell Crowley, Castiel, then Sam. It is also mentioned that all Collette asked of Cain was “to stop,” which is the same language Cas uses with Dean in 10x22.

Dean explains how his parents fell in love to prove his identity to Mary in 12x1, “He was cute and he knew the words to every Zeppelin song, so when he asked you for your number, you gave it to him, even though you knew your dad would be pissed.” Later in this same season (12x19), Dean gives Cas a homemade mixtape of his favorite Zeppelin songs.

Ishim fell in love with a human named Lily Sunder who ultimately left him for someone else. When trying to recruit Castiel, he compares Dean to her.

Dean questions how much of their life has been controlled by God. Cas states, “You asked, ‘What about all of this is real?’ We are.” (15x02) Later, they find out that God has been using Eileen to spy on the Winchesters. She says, “After what happened, I don’t know what’s real anymore.” Sam kisses her, stating “I know that was real.” (15x09)

PART 2 “Physical Touch” Now Finished

#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel is canon

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nonagesimus · 3 years

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oh queer sam prompts? how about sam coming out to castiel <3

The thing about growing up in each other’s pockets was Dean knew just about every tell Sam had.

At first Sam had been glad it was finally being used on something that had a lighter weight to it. After Ruby and the demon blood, letting Lucifer out of the cage, just everything, Dean catching on to Sam having a bit of a crush? That was fine. That was great, actually, Dean could let off some steam, and sure he wasn’t being quiet about it, but Sam wasn’t worried about Bobby knowing, and Castiel never seemed to pick up on anything Dean was laying down.

Which was a good thing, he was pretty sure.

Still, after the fourth joke in two hours about Sam getting on his knees to pray to Cas every night, he decided it’d be a good idea to get some air.

The backseat of the Impala was always equal parts comforting and stifling. Sam had grown up there, it was the home he’d left to go to Stanford, and come back to after Jess died. Sat there, head tipped back against the seat, it felt like he never been away at all. Also familiar; the crunching footsteps of someone making their way through the gravel of Bobby’s yard, and the creak of the door on the other side of the car opening up so that someone could get in.

Sam opened his eyes as the car rocked, expecting Dean and instead seeing a familiar trench coat and a familiar unreadable face. “Cas,” he said, unable to keep mild surprise out of his voice.

“Dean suggested I come check in,” Castiel said, “After I expressed some concern for where you were going.”

Oh.

“I’m fine,” Sam said. “Not going to make trouble or anything, I just- I just needed some air.”

“I wasn’t expecting trouble,” he replied. “You seemed,” he paused, like he was considering something. “Distressed.”

“I’m fine,” Sam repeated. “Dean just- he was just joking around, he likes pushing my buttons.”

“About prayer?” Cas asked. “It seemed an odd thing to make so many comments about.”

Sam winced, quietly vowing to slip Dean a laxative as soon as they got a non-dire moment. If they ever got a non-dire moment ever again. “Not- that’s not really what he was joking about.” And, feeling a little guilty about Dean enjoying making so many comments at Cas’ expense. “He was joking about blow jobs.”

“Oral sex?” Cas asked, and Sam felt his cheeks light on fire.

“Yep,” he confirmed. When all Cas did was look at him with a confused expression he braced himself. He hadn’t had to try and explain the joke. In for a penny, and all that. “He- I’m bisexual. And he knows…” The words seemed to choke him a little, he stared out the windshield though he couldn’t tell what he was looking at, he just knew he couldn’t look to his left. “He knows I’m attracted to you, so he’s making jokes about getting on my knees to pray as a code for.” He made a nonspecific gesture with his hand. “That. Because he knows it’ll fuck with me.”

He was sitting in the same place he was when he came out to Dean, though Dean had been in the front seat. He wasn’t sure which conversation had been scarier.

“He’s making jokes to make you uncomfortable?” Cas asked, which was the last part of the explanation Sam had expected him to grab onto, so much so that it took him a moment to pick up the thread of the conversation again.

“Uh, yeah,” he said.

“That seems cruel,” Cas said.

Sam blinked, brain still rebooting. “Maybe. It’s- it could be a brothers thing. I do it to him too.”

Cas hummed an acknowledgement. Out of the corner of his eye, Sam could see him glance over. “You’re still uncomfortable.”

“Yeah,” he said, struggling for an explanation. “Kinda thought the bisexual thing might cause some issues.” He risked a glance over and saw a deep frown on Cas’ face. “A lot of churches don’t like it.”

“That’s a human obsession,” Cas said. “Not a heavenly one.”

There was something in Sam’s heart that he’d crammed down so small, held in so long he’d forgotten it was there. At Cas’ words he felt it unfold and disappear.

“Oh,” he said, melting into the seat. “That’s- good to know.”

“I think most angels would be hard pressed to tell the difference,” Cas said, “Watching from such a distance.”

Sam looked over at him, cheek to the leather. “Makes sense.”

It was a reminder, though. That the distance between them was more than it seemed. That, for all Dean could poke fun, this wasn’t anything with a possibility behind it. Honestly, maybe after Ruby that was what Sam needed. Something untouchable. Something he could long for, but didn’t have a chance in hell of ruining because it could never happen.

Cas looked back at him. Sam hoped that longing wasn’t too clear on his face.

“It’s interesting,” Cas said. “I wonder if it wouldn’t be good for my family to walk the Earth. It’s easy, from a distance. Caring only in the abstract. It changes up close.”

Sam tore his eyes away, chuffing a self deprecating laugh. “I bet.”

Fingers brushed the back of his hand where it rested at his side; a shiver spread out over every inch of his skin.

“You’re better up close.”

The words sounded like a pick-up line, but from Cas they just felt incredibly sincere. His eyes slid to the side again, to where Cas had shifted closer. Closer again, Sam started at the feel of breath on his lips.

“Cas,” he said, “You don’t have to-“

“You’re attracted to me,” Cas said. “Do you care for me?”

“Yes,” Sam said. That, at least, was easy, and true, and obvious.

“I came after you because I care for you,” Cas said.

“Oh,” Sam managed.

“I know I don’t have to, Sam,” Cas said. “I want to.”

Then he kissed him, crossed that last little bit of distance, and Sam stopped thinking about anything else at all.

#supernatual #sastiel #samcas #sam winchester #castiel #sastiel fic #samcas fic #my fandom shit #my fic #birthday prompts #idk if this is what either of you wanted but it is what came out lmao

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peachy-cream-writer · 4 years

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Thanks for answering my previous question! How about reaper,mccree,genji when thier s/o wants to get them on vacation away from talon / overwatch and spend more time with them?

Vacationing with their s/o - Mccree - Reaper - Genji

Warnings ~ none (^-^)

I hope you liked this! Sorry if it’s short (*´-`) Thank you for requesting :D I changed up reapers a little bit so instead he’s taking the reader on vacation but the other are the readers surprise, I hope that’s okay ^ - ^

Reaper

❀ Reaper himself hasn’t had a proper vacation since Overwatch crumbled

❀ He’s been stuck behind a mask and a heavy trench coat, his skin hasn’t been exposed to sun in a long time

❀ So his idea of a lovely getaway with you is somewhere snowy, out of the way and more private

❀ A pretty lodge in the mountains, quiet and alone

❀ it’s cozy with warm interior and a heated indoor swimming pool because our boy is earning quite a nice sum for his work at Talon

❀ The trip was a sudden surprise, he literally came home one day, asked you to pack and took you to the lodge

❀ And to be honest you weren’t complaining

❀ Reaper was actually calm and warm for once, getting some much needed alone time with you

❀ He had meals prepared for you, the house cleaned by staff, everything was so luxurious

❀ You and reaper spent a large majority of the vacation together in bed, cuddling and keeping warm togther

❀ Other times you swam togther and he even organised a wonderful candlelit dinner

❀ The cold hearted villain had a soft spot for you and this vacation just what he needed to cool off

❀ Even though reaper felt like a monster, you showed him that he was still human and capable of love, even in his darkest times

Jesse Mccree

❀ Jesse had been waiting for WEEKS to go on vacation with you

❀ You’d planned the whole thing out perfectly for just the two of you

❀ You’d planned for a romantic getaway to Hawaii for the week

❀ He was little taken back by the sudden request

❀ But he said yes of course because it was a couples only hotel and it meant that you could finally get some private time, no bad guys, no missions, no worries for a few days

❀ As soon as you arrived you were amazed with the beautiful scenery, from the beautiful flowers to the pretty sea, everything was so picturesque

❀ Jesse was buzzing with excitement, ready to get in the pool and cool down, it was boiling hot already

❀ Throughout the vacation you and Jesse visited all the beaches you could, ready to dip your toes in the water and feel the sun on your skin

❀ of course you always had to remind the man to wear his sunscreen even if he refused to believe that he was burning

❀ Every night ended with a walk on the beach, hand in hand, him muttering some lovey dovey words into the air

❀ That vacation made Jesse understand how important you were to him and you were always first priority, even above his work.

Genji Shimada

❀ Genji actaully nearly cried when you surprised him by taking him back to his hometown in Japan

❀ You’d been planning the vacation for a while and were excited to see where he grew up

❀ You stayed in a beautiful Japanese house, it was traditionally decorated with a gorgeous garden

❀ On the first few days of your vacation Genji took you to a few of his favourite places

❀ Starting with the arcade, shopping for some souvenirs in the local markets and stopping for sushi nearby

❀ Genji showed off his gaming skills and even won you a stuffed Pachimari

❀ You spent the evenings eating at his favourite restaurants and even met up with one of his old friends for dinner one time

❀ Genji was so proud of his hometown, he was so happy, something you rarely saw now a days, especially due to his stressful job

❀ On the last few days he decided to show you around the outside of the house he grew up in

❀ It was huge with courtyards filled with beautiful plants and greenery

❀ He tried to point out what he could from the gates, chuckling about the good times he had when he was younger

❀ “maybe when we’re older we could come back and live here”

❀ “Really?! I- I would like that very much! Especially with you”

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mattzerella-sticks · 3 years

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So I had an idea for a DeanCas Pokemon AU that I never worked on because it was just too grand of a project, but after commissioning @gabester-sketch to draw this picture of Dean and a Sylveon (here) I’m thinking, even if I never get around to writing it, I still think it was great and am gonna share it.

So, basically, it would have been an AU set in the Kalos region (my favorite region), with Dean and Sam having grown up in Vaniville Town. When they were young, the town was beset by criminals and set aflame, the boys losing their mother in the fire. While Dean got Sam to safety in their neighbor Bobby’s arms, he then got seperated and ended up losing consciousness under a tree. He was mostly unharmed save for twin scars on his palms in the shape of ‘x’s (which he will hide with gloves), but because of the fire he ended up being traumatized of both fire and Pokemon. Fast forward many years, they have been raised by Bobby because, after the fire, John decided to recommit to being a Pokemon trainer and find the villains who set the fire. Sam wants to set out on his own journey, but has been held back by Dean’s worry longer than he should have - meaning all of his friends got to leave town when they were ten while Sam’s been there an extra 6+ years. Until one day, Sam leaves, telling Dean that he is going to start his journey and he hopes he forgives him.

Dean, naturally, chases after Sam - thinking he can catch him before he gets far.

Yet Dean, being Dean, gets lost quite easily in the surrounding grass and forest and his anxieties start rising. He gets cornered by some wild Pokemon and doesn’t know what to do, when suddenly an Espurr appears and battles away the Pokemon. A trainer arrives, too, with mussed dark hair and blue eyes hidden behind wide-rimmed frames, and he’s dressed dishevedly. He introduces himself as Cas and asks why Dean didn’t send out his own Pokemon. Dean says that he doesn’t have any. This begins a conversation that Dean quickly walks away from, stubborn, claiming that he doesn’t need any Pokemon.

He’s lost again, and mad that he didn’t ask Cas for directions. He’s sitting by a lake when he feels something brush up against his side, and it’s a little Eevee. Dean tries to make her go away, but she won’t, instead nestling into his lap. At first he’s so panicked, but the more Eevee cuddles and uses Baby-Doll Eyes at him, and as he pets her, Dean relaxes. Until some Team Flame members burst in, saying that they’re here for the Eevee. Dean doesn’t respond well and say that it’s not their Eevee. They battle, with Dean holding his own, but when it looks like they’re gonna be overpowered, Dean runs away with the Eevee and stumbles on Cas again, and together they send Team Flame running. Dean thanks Cas, while Cas observes that he’s seemed to have gotten himself a Pokemon. Gives Dean a Pokeball to catch the Eevee with. Together, they make it to the next town where Dean learns Sam’s already left for Lumiose. “Good thing you have a Pokemon,” Cas comments, “you’re gonna need her if you want to go to Lumiose.” Now Dean has been forced on his own Pokemon journey.

Along the way Dean will find his party growing, and he’ll be coming out of his shell with the more people he met. The Pokemon professor I had in mind was Chuck when I created this but I have changed my mind and it’s Missouri, with Charlie and Kevin as her assistants. Lumiouse City gym leader was Ash, little sister Jo and mom Ellen would also be introduced. The third gym leader would be Claire, who we also find out is Cas’s niece after Dean meets with Cas’s twin brother Jimmy - thinking he’s Cas. And the sixth gym leader was originally gonna be Jess, but because I am an Eileen-stan, Eileen would be the Fairy gym leader who also tells Dean she was very interested in his brother. And Dean’s party would grow to include a Togepi that he evolves into a Togekiss, a Feebas he helps grow into a Milotic, his Eevee evolves into a Sylveon, a Buneary bruiser that will evolve into a Lopunny, a Litleo that helps him overcome his fear of fire type Pokemon (saving her from a fire that Team Flare started in former Team Flare now Elite Four member Meg’s house) that will evolve into a Pyroar, and a Cubone who he keeps out of its Pokeball most the time (like Sylveon) that he picked up because we all know why.

And, during his journey, Dean becomes a great trainer in his own right, though he doesn’t battle for badges. He becomes great friends with his Pokemon. Pokemon have always naturally been drawn to him, which he’s now starting to see isn’t such a bad thing. He’s also meeting new friends, like Cas who he keeps running into and, you guessed it, develops a crush on him.

Finally Dean makes his way back to Lumiouse City for the Pokemon Tournament, and while out and about in the city finally runs into Sam. Sam is shocked to see Dean, especially Dean with Pokemon, while Dean just starts berating Sam for sneaking off like that. They mend fences pretty easily, Dean saying that if it weren’t for Sam leaving Dean might’ve been too afraid to leave home to go on his own journey. Sam would love to stay and chat, but he needs to register for the tournament. Dean lets him off, saying they should meet up for lunch (”a picnic”). Sam agrees. After running into Sam, Dean then runs into Cas, and Dean fills him in on the Sam stuff. He then invites Cas to their picnic. Cas agrees, but hasn’t shown up despite Dean and Sam and their Pokemon all already being there for half an hour. Cas does arrive, apologizing, being held up, and Dean is ready to tease him until he turns and sees Cas dressed much differently than before.

Cas is in a suit, his hair pushed back, no glasses, and wears a trench coat. Sam is agape, asking Dean why the Kalos Champion knows who he is.

That’s right! Cas is the Champion of Kalos! We finally meet his party, which includes a fully-evolved Meowstic.

It’s an enjoyable picnic and they’re all walking around the city when they see a Pokemon battle going on, check it out and - it’s John Winchester!

More reunions! John is proud of his sons for setting off on their journey, and asks to see their Pokemon. He approves of Sam’s but finds that Dean’s aren’t fit for battle. Dean is rubbed the wrong way by that but stays silent, but Sam goads them into a fight. Dean’s Sylveon vs. John’s Tyranitar. It’s a strong match-up, with both Pokemon getting good hits in. Sylveon falls, however. John, though, says that Dean trained her well and things are fixed there.

It’s time for the tournament and everyone is there. Including Chuck, the CEO of this corporation. Sam’s progressing well throughout the tournament, until he finally faces Nick, a mysterious competitor who’s been mowing down his challengers ruthlessly. Before the battle Dean, in a trance, rises from his seat. Sylveon worringly chases after him. Just as the battle is about to start, the stadium goes dark, and Team Flare make their reveal. They begin attacking, with those who are able to combatting this all. Sam is busy dealing with Nick, Cas tied up battling grunts but also worried about Dean. He goes to find him but only sees John, who explains Dean had to use the bathroom.

In actuallity, Dean is being kidnapped by Team Flare and their leader, Chuck. Cas and John make it to see Dean being squirreled away, Sylveon left behind.

Dean wakes up in the Team Flare headquarters, where it’s revealed Chuck wants to absorb the powers of life and death through their avatars - Xerneas and Yveltal. He’s already succeeded with Yveltal, but failed years ago during the Vaniville Assault. That’s right! Chuck caused the fire that killed Dean’s mom and scarred him. This is where we learn that Dean, while lost in the flames of the town and forest, stumbled upon Xerneas’s tree form. Dean died due to smoke inhalation, but was given new life through Xerneas’s interference. Because of this, his Pokemon’s fairy attacks were much stronger than normal, and it aided his charm. Bascially, Xerneas passed its energy into Dean, making him Xerneas. And Chuck wants to absorb it even if it kills Dean.

Cas, Sam, and John all decide to launch a rescue mission. They sneak into the underground compound and fight to free Dean. Meanwhile, Chuck moves to awaken Xerneas. He succeeds in doing this, Dean’s hair turning pink because of it. He doesn’t absorb Xerneas’s power, however, as the others cut in. Chuck disappears, deciding he’ll just go through with his plan without Xerneas then.

The group converge, freeing Dean. Except it isn’t Dean, it’s Xerneas. “I’ve always been Xerneas.” This doesn’t sit right with any of them, but before they can comment Xerneas teleports away, sensing Chuck. The others leave the compound, trying to get a sense of what’s going on.

Chuck’s real goal was to destroy the world by killing Zygarde, then start over using Xerneas’s power. Chuck has grown into a horrible amalgamation of man and Pokemon. Dean does the same to stop him, and they battle while the others go to wake Zygarde from his slumber. They succeed, and Zygarde comes and rips Yveltal free from Chuck, leaving him a regular man again.

Xerneas goes back to normal, Dean-sized again, and says that once he leaves Dean, Dean will surely die. Everyone starts to cry, including Dean’s Pokemon who all jump out of their balls to argue with the deer entity. Xerneas, troubled, searches their feelings, and understands. He converses with Zygarde and when Zygarde frees Xerneas, Dean is still able to wake up and is himself again (there was a way!) His hair is still pink, though. Everyone celebrates!

Epilogue - Sam wins the tournament and faces off against Cas, defeating him and becoming the new Kalos champion. Cas is glad, as he’s ready to retire and explore more that life has to offer. Dean asks what that might be, and Cas kisses him.

Back when I thought of this, I think around s9/s10, it was way out of my skill level. And now, I dont have the time lol. It seems like it’d be a 20+ chapter piece. But what a fic it would be...

#supernatural #spn #pokemon au #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #destiel #deancas #john winchester #destiel fanfic idea #this is probably as far as I'll be able to go with it #especially since most of my notes were lost in my dead computer lol

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wwwafflewrites · 4 years

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A Rewrite of History

Chapter 5—Phantom Traveler (Part 1)

Pads.

Castiel, or some other jerk with wings, had put a box of pads… in your car.

Yeah. That’s how this is starting. Not what you expected, huh? Not when there was a doomed plane or your quarrel with the Winchesters. This was completely unexpected and random.

It was a surprise to you, as well.

So, what, angels could predict periods now? Was that a thing? Or was there a puzzle piece you weren’t getting here?

Not that you weren’t… a little grateful for the gift. You weren’t going to pretend periods didn’t exist. Hell, you weren’t even sure why they were so taboo. This certainly was helpful when you were tight on money, but…

No, just, what the hell? Were you just PMSing that bad and you hadn’t noticed? Like, you did have a breakdown the other day. It also might explain your food cravings and unsteady moods.

But that was all completely justified. In fact, you were doing pretty good for having been thrown unexpectedly into a very unfriendly universe with nothing but what was provided—which wasn't much anyway. It almost felt wrong to blame it on period hormones.

Regardless, now you had... pads.

You got in the car and started the engine to drive to Pennsylvania, ignoring the nagging feeling in the back of your head that something was off about all this.

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Nazareth, Pennsylvania had a brisk, winter breeze on the day you got there. You primarily stayed in the warmth of your car for a few days, napping and resting, but you were forced to get out and stop in a store bathroom once and awhile.

At some point in that week, you bought the newspaper, too. The days were starting to blue together, and you needed to keep your bearings if you were going to try and follow the Supernatural timeline.

December 4th, 2005.

Damn. That meant Thanksgiving had already passed. Not that you had much to be thankful for.

Tomorrow was the first time the Winchesters saw a demon, which was just bizarre, considering that their future was full of demons. That is, if you couldn't stop it.

You counted the days in your head. November 2nd, Jess died. A week later, you took on the Wendigo. Then you took on the water-ghost about two weeks after that, hitting around November 27th. It took a good few days and then some to recover to wind up in Pennsylvania, so, yeah. This made sense.

There was nothing you could do but wait for the Winchesters, because you were getting on the same flight as them anyway.

No pun intended, days were flying fast. At the same time, the hours seemed to stretch forever. Maybe that was because all your extra time was put into recovering and sleeping, so the hours that were spent awake felt long, but most of your day had already been spent, if that made sense.

Yeah.

When you got back in your car, you noticed a little flappy object in the passenger seat. One that was becoming annoyingly familiar to you.

Another damn note.

How many notes am I going to get? Why can't they just talk in person?

You paused.

...probably because they gave me an angel blade, and they don't want me having leverage.

You shrugged, turning the slightly crumpled note and flattening it.

Check your trunk.

"Hello to you too," you muttered, throwing down the note and marching over to the truck. You sighed, "God give me strength," before propping it open.

There was a large suitcase for traveling on the right, and beside it was chaos. It looked like someone went all-day mall shopping and crammed it all in without any care for decency. Nothing was even folded. There was clothing everywhere.

You could identify a variety of pants and several blouses. There were plenty of shoes, eerily all your size.

You saw a lumpy article of clothing in the back, so you grabbed it, letting it unravel to reveal a dark, navy-blue trench coat. You cringed a little. "Are you trying to make me look like Castiel and the TARDIS had kids?" Upon further inspection, however, it wasn't all that bad. You could probably make it work.

You put your hands on your hips, looking down at the mess. You sighed. "Great. Now I really look homeless."

There was no point in driving yet when you had this mess to deal with. So you set the trenchcoat down, almost too calmly, and turned away for a minute. Those freaking angels were always making crap for you to fix. As if you didn't have enough to handle already.

Okay. Just breathe. There's no use getting angry when you have no one to punch.

You have to think for yourself. You have no one to turn to, so you have to ask your own questions. Why did they give you this? They’re not giving you this stuff to be nice, so what's the point? What exactly are they doing all this for?

It got you thinking. And being alone gave you a lot of time to think.

You stepped back watching the clothes as if they'd suddenly tell you all the answers.

The first too-obvious answer would be that more clothes will make your job easier. Keep you more comfortable. But… you've been doing relatively fine on that spectrum lately, regardless of how much money you now had. This was, in those terms, unnecessary.

Then that's what the angels want you to think. They want you to be naive.

Assuming it's not just Castiel that set you up here, and even if he did… the angels don't care about you. You're even less important than the Winchesters, who are seen as nothing more than maggots. So what's the point of doing this?

You closed your eyes, trying to focus.

Other than giving me things, what has their interaction with you been? Threats. Warnings. Nothing face to face.

What's their goal? To control me. To keep me isolated. Keep me quiet.

What would these clothes do to benefit that goal? They're... making me dependent. If I go against them, they can just snatch all they've given to me. Take it all away until I beg for their help again. They're not being nice. They're making me their bitch.

Shivers ran up and down your spine, and you recoiled from the trunk. You felt sick. You stared at the trunk in disgust, knowing that you had no choice but to accept the help, because you needed it.

Then, something caught your eye. A shiny strand of something peeking out behind a pair of pants. It looked like hair. Apprehensively, you reached for it, tugging until it revealed a wig.

You knew what they wanted now.

///

You sat brooding in your car for a very long time.

You refused to put the trenchcoat on, even though it was just going to get colder and colder. The wig sat in the passenger seat, taunting you. The rebellious part of you had a violent urge to whip out your hairspray and lighter and just ignite it until it was a burnt crisp.

You were at the point of shivering when a flap of wings sent you jumping a foot out of your seat. Your heart thrummed, and you slammed a hand against your chest. “Holy sh—!”

“I don’t believe there is anything holy about human feces.”

You turned, staring at Castiel, who had replaced the wig in your passenger seat.

So that was it. They had finally sent someone. This proved the angel theory, if your dreams hadn’t already. And of course they sent the only angel you didn't want to stab in the face.

"Castiel?" you breathed.

"I hear you are reluctant to wear your given disguise," he said. His expression was unreadable and stoic. Not an ounce of give.

You supposed that empathy was reserved for the Winchesters alone in Season 4.

"I know what you're doing, you know. I don't want to be any part of it," you spat.

He looked out the windshield, peering out at the city. "I'm sorry you feel that way," he said, not sorry. "You understand we have your companion?" And if there was any warmth in his eyes, you did not see it. You just saw cold, icy blue. "I can assure you that she is well, but not safe if you do not comply with our orders."

Now this was personal. "Orders?! You mean these?" You snatched the note from the cup holder, making sure to crumple it some when you grabbed it. "This garbage is what you call an order?!"

Castiel didn't flinch.

You stared him dead in the eyes. "No. No, this is ridiculous. I want your 'orders', person to perss…" You paused. "Angel. Person to angel. You know what I mean."

"I'm not sure we can do that for you."

You shot him an incredulous look. "And why not? You're doing it right now!"

"It is not time for angels to visit the Earth yet. You know this."

"And I'm an exception?"

"You're a nuisance," he said, finally turning to stare into your soul. Probably literally. "Do as we say or things will get much more difficult for you." And then he was gone.

Now you understood Dean's frustration. "Freaking angels!" you screamed, punching your steering wheel.

What the hell am I going to do.

///

You were uneasy that night, sprawled in the backseat with your eyes shut but not asleep. There was no way to feel safe. Before, the car had perhaps felt like a barrier between the monsters and you. Now, it felt penetrable. You felt weak. The angels were watching, and they didn't need to sleep.

You thought about your best friend. Wondered if she was cold like you were. Wondered if she was scared.

You got a few hours in before you woke up. It was five in the morning when you first checked the radio clock, which was ironic, considering that's around when the Winchesters get the phone call. You know that you have a lot of time before you have to get on that flight. The Winchesters waste most of their day talking to the survivors and breaking into the plane wreckage as fake Homeland Security.

You smile to yourself a little, remembering their innocence.

"That's pretty illegal, even for us." "Demons? I mean, this is big, Sam!"

Too bad it probably would never be directed at you.

You liked the Winchesters. You did. You just wished things were different right now. You had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, an unfortunate chain of events that distanced you from the Winchesters. Coincidence.

Wait, coincidence? When is anything ever coincidence in Supernatural? You pinched your eyebrows together and relayed the events. That's a lot of coincidence, don't you think? What if all your failings and misunderstandings were manipulated? What if none of this was your fault?

You wouldn't put it past the angels.

Well, this made everything much more complicated. Because not only did you know what they were doing, they knew what you were doing, and they would do anything to keep you from gaining the trust of the Winchesters.

Your best bet was doing what they told you. Even if you hated it.

///

You looked like a different person. Which, you guessed, was the point.

You stood in front of the gas station mirror, adjusting your dark sunglasses and combing your hair. The blue trenchcoat… wasn't horrible. It wasn’t your typical style, but you made it work. You wore it with a black blouse and pants.

When you made it back to the car, there was something else in the seat. A makeup bag. Begrudgingly, you opened it. Trying to push down the guilt that was weighing on your chest as you got more and more. They probably stole all of this crap.

You did your makeup dark and heavy, trying to reshape your features enough to make you look not-like-you.

Now to get to the airport.

///

You bought your ticket at the airport. You were sweating profusely, terrified the entire time, thinking about the very near future. You'd never flown before, and you definitely wished your first experience wouldn't have to be a doomed one, but that was the job. There would be more firsts in your future, and you would have to accept that. Hunters weren't whiny babies.

Thirty minutes later, you boarded the plane. You had spent far too much time rationalizing this risk. These were real people, and this plane would definitely plummet in forty minutes.

Sucking in a breath, you decided to focus on step one: finding your seat. Your ticket said 20E. Which was somewhere in the middle of the plane.

You scanned the row. 20C, 20D… 20E. That was you. You took your seat, feeling yourself get panicky. You couldn't let that happen, now could you? It would be counterproductive if you got possessed.

You looked at the seats. They were smaller than you would've liked, but they weren't uncomfortable. The seats were a plush purple with little pinkish designs. You traced them with your finger over the fabric, hoping to find some distraction in the small action. It didn't offer you much.

You looked up, watching as people boarded. You stiffened as you saw two familiar faces enter and sit to your left. The Winchesters.

You were sitting right by the Winchesters.

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childrenoffairies · 4 years

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Von Jellal Fernandez

Von Jellal Fernandez: Jerza Son

Aliases: My Boy (Jellal), Little One (Jellal), Vonnie (Eva), Von-Von (Eva), Handsome (Layla), Love (Layla), My Hero (Layla), Little Dragon (General Public)

Magic: Fire Dragon Slayer

Personality: Shy, dorky, earnest. Von always gives his full 100% to everything he does, even when he knows he's not going to be good at it. Growing up as the runt of the group, he's always had to work extra hard to keep up with everyone. Still, he doesn't complain, nor does he let that deter him from any goals or aspirations. He's not bitter about it either, after all, it's not his or anyone else's fault that he was born small and sickly. All he can do now is to work hard to get stronger so that he can be an excellent wizard like everyone else. He's not as mischievous as his sisters, but, being that he's kinda the runt of the litter, he's had little to no choice but to go along with their hair brained schemes.

Physical Appearance: Von is a nice mixture of his parents. He has Erza's hair and chin, but Jellal's eyes and nose. Because of how small and sick he was at birth he's always been a bit shorter than the rest of the boys in Fairy Tail. This continues into adulthood, though he does manage to buff up a bit in his teenage years. As a kid he's pretty thin, but not to the point that he looks sickly or starved. He's just a sweet smol! Which results in him being confused as being younger than his triplet sisters. His hair is mostly neat and lies flat, though his bangs do tend to get in his eyes from time to time. He has a small patch of freckles over his nose. Because he was under medical magic care for so long after she was born it left a permanent mark on his chest in the shape of a magic circle. It's a bit faded, and hard to notice if you're not right next to him, but it's there. When he goes into dragon force he gets red scales on his face, arms, and legs.

Wardrobe: As a kid he usually wears t-shirts, shorts, and tennis shoes. His shoes are almost always untied, leading to him tripping over his laces. (He knows how to tie his shoes, he just forgets to). As a teen and adult he begins seeing the payoff of all his hard work, and therefore wears tank tops and muscle shirts to show off his hard earned muscles. Full length pants are what he usually pairs with his tight tops during the teenage/adult years. Long trench coats, over jackets, and capes are commonplace for him as a grown up as well. His grown-up style is actually very similar to his father's, subtle yet dramatic at the same side. He mostly sticks to the primary colors: red, blue, and yellow, though he does like adding neutrals: brown, white, gray, black.

Guild Mark: Red, right forearm

Theme Songs: High Hopes (Panic! At the Disco), Go the Distance (Roger Bart), I'll Try (Jesse McCarthy)

#oc #originial character #fairy tail #fairy tail next generation #jerza #jellal fernandes #erza scarlet #jellal x erza #jerza baby #fanfiction #please excuse my crappy drawing skills

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thespnfriends · 3 years

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When A Monster Strikes- Chapter Three

*Disclaimer: We don’t own Supernatural, it belongs to it’s respective creators.* -TheSPNFriends

Pie and Magicians

Jessica thought that all she'd have to do before leaving the two strange men in their vintage car was answer a question or two. Perhaps about any shady business going on around town or if anything super weird like if a tornado had touched down recently, which was kind of impossible.

Jessica sent another text to Rachel but didn't receive anything. She was starting to really worry now and checked the time. The sooner she helped these guys, the quicker she could get to the police station.

Personally, she wasn't sure if there was any shady business going on around town. She should have directed the two of them to the police station as well, but she somehow found herself in the backseat of their car and headed towards the town diner. The driver, Dean had said something about getting a quick bite to eat and she momentarily was dismayed. She really needed to get to the local police rather quickly.

However, on the way to the diner, the man in the front passenger seat had introduced himself as Sam and told her that they were federal agents.

After that, some of the worry Jess had disappeared. It was good that they weren't serial murders like she briefly thought but technically anyone could have the capabilities. The worry was minuscule until she saw a shotgun lying in the footwell of the backseat. She hadn't meant to find it but she had dropped her hairband and just stumbled upon it. She didn't want to mention the gun because they were agents and according to a lot of shows they sometimes needed a little extra protection so she acted like everything was fine. They should store it properly though if she was honest, anyone could find that and get hurt pretty easily.

In retrospect...she probably shouldn't have based everything she knew about law enforcement on the tv shows she and Rachel binged.

One question led to another and then another and then, of course Dean kept complaining about being hungry. Eventually, they made it to the town diner that was downtown and Jessica was an hour late for work. She had briefly texted a co-worker and said she'd be late due to family reasons but Jess had a feeling that she probably wasn't gonna make it to work any time soon if at all that day. She figured if she helped them then they could help her.

Jessica put her fork down as she finished her pie. Dean had already started on his second piece and Sam sipped on a glass of water. Jessica worked out that he didn't seem to like sweet things but that was okay with her.

"So you're saying that you work at a theme park dedicated to ponies and what's with this Comic-Con crap..?"

"My Little Pony but honestly was that the only thing you got from the whole story?"She asked with a confused expression. "And it wasn't Comic-Con..."

She sighed and tried again.

"The guy in the costume. His name was Nick Jones, at least that is what he told Rachel. I didn't meet him personally... because I was busy trying to rid my clothing of pickle juice."

"Look we're here to help-"

"Dean, I think she's only teasing," Sam said and took another bite of whatever vegan food he had ordered.

"No! No! It was actual pickle juice!" She exclaimed. "Never mind. I will spare you the details." Jessica tipped her nose in disgust.

Sam stared at Jessica before he looked at Dean. His pie had fallen out of his mouth, back onto the plate during her admission.

"Um, okay moving on. What happened after that?"

"Well, I went home and proceeded to take multiple showers." She told them.

"Did you see Nick after that?"

Jess shook her head. "Well no. I was in the shower."

Dean made some muffled noise behind his pie and she gave him a confused look. She didn't know why they were both acting like this but it seemed like they weren't taking her seriously.

"I mean, after that day." Sam clarified.

"No, I didn't. I went to work yesterday, had an overtime shift. Everything was fine until I got home last night. I figured Rach really wasn't feeling well so I was gonna make her some food but when I went to check on her she was gone. I tried to tell myself she was at the store or something but it was quite late when I got home, too late. I knew she was gone but I didn't know what to do."

"Are you sure that Rachel didn't just leave?"

"Yeah, Rachel isn't the type to do things like that. We've always been close, always vigilant. We tell each other everything. Anyway, I've tried contacting her but nothing. When she still wasn't back this morning...I knew something was wrong." She said to the agents as she wrung her fingers in her shirt. She knew she should have called the police or went to the police and now Rachel could be lying in a ditch somewhere and she had done nothing. Nothing to save her best friend.

Dean cleared his throat once more and changed the subject. "So...Rachel and Nick, they seemed like they really liked one another?"

Jessica nodded and tried to push those dark thoughts away. "Oh, Rachel. Yeah, she was totally taken by him!"

"What?" Sam exclaimed and knocked over Dean's drink. Dean sighed and flicked him in the face before throwing down a handful of napkins to clean up the spill.

"Jessica, do you have any idea where they would've gone?" Sam asked her point-blank as he sopped up the mess.

"No...I have no idea. That's why I'm telling you all this."

"But-" Dean interjected but was cut off before he could literally get a word in.

"I meant that she liked him a lot," She started in a rather blunt manner realizing they misunderstood what she had said. She saw the brothers share a look as she handed them both more napkins to clean up the mess that was slowly taking over the table. "Anyway, I'm just worried because of that open case on the radio. The one about the different girls being kidnapped. I think it looks too convenient that Nick was here and the last girl taken was a state away. I mean Rachel looks exactly like those girls that were kidnapped and they haven't been found yet. Something just doesn't sit right with me." She took a breath and then a drink from her soda.

"You think this guy might be the one abducting the young women?" Sam asked as he shared another look with Dean.

"I'm not saying that it's Nick...I just want to make sure it's not. Rachel's convinced he's the best thing since sliced bread. They're Penpals, she said something about them talking for the past year....but something feels fishy to me," Jess looked down at her phone. "I keep texting and calling but so far there's still been no response."

"Well, there's not much to go on." Sam sighed.

"Uh, other than the serial killer lead. I think it's pretty narrowed down here."

"Sounds like this guy's off his rocker," Dean said with fries in his mouth. "Obsessed with ponies and potentially kidnapping girls." He shook his head and wiped his hands on a napkin as Sam and Jessica nodded in response.

"So um, I know I should've probably gone to the Sheriff and I was on my way when I bumped right into you two but literally nothing like this has happened around here before if this is in fact what I think it is. The last major crime was a tourist running a red light and they didn't even get a ticket. Also after you introduced yourselves as feds I figured you could help me better than the local PD. So, uh would you guys be willing to at least see if anything is going on here?"

Silence enveloped the group as the agents shared a look then Sam excused himself from the table and Dean followed him a few feet away. Jessica took the silence as a slight nope and looked back down at her deconstructed pie. She didn't even have the heart to finish it with Rachel in the wind. Looked like it was going to be a trip to the Sheriff after all.

"Maybe we should give Cas a call? It's probably nothing, but what if it is?" He said in a lowered voice and watched as Jessica nibbled on her pie.

Dean perked up at the name and then frowned.

"Let's see what's what. If we have to call in the big guy then we will." Dean said rather quietly.

"You think it may be a bust?" Sam asked. It wasn't uncommon that they had a non-monster case, it just wasn't their job.

"It's looking like it, Sam-"

A hush swept over the room as Jessica heard an odd sound, a fluttering noise like a bird flapping its wings. They all turned their heads to the empty seat beside her. Jessica's eyes immediately widened. Sat beside her was a dark-haired man and he was staring right at Dean.

"How-?" She started with even wider eyes as she looked at the man in the trench coat.

"Hello Dean, you called." A deep monotone voice filled their ears.

The stranger turned to face Jess, his blue eyes filled up her line of sight and then said hello... and that's when she blacked out, but not before a single thought entered her brain.

'Is that guy a magician?'

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mcrninqstar · 4 years

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Christmas Mass

SUMMARY: Lucifer attends Christmas Mass with some friendly and not so friendly faces. TRIGGERS: Lucifer’s daddy issues, Zatanna’s questionable taste in men, Petty Wenches WRITTEN WITH: @ofhxllblazer, @ofwarriors, @zztophat, @hcllprnce, @divinecreaturc, @ofallenangel, @dxtective

John: He wasn't much for Christmas. Never really had a reason to celebrate and never really liked the holiday. The past few years, he's been politely forced to attend the Zatara-Graves holiday get together mostly. Some years he's come terribly close to being spelled into a painting, but he's made it through alright. Today, he found himself loitering outside the church, mug of spiked cocoa in hand, listening to the carolers sing. "Well, aren't they just angelic," he teased.

Jesse: was hardly shocked to see the trench coated male standing outside his church while the chorus sang more traditional christmas songs. The man for some odd reason had taken to dropping by alot unannounced either to talk or join him for a drink and smoke. "Oh now dont tell me you have a scrooge spirit about the holidays?" he smirked before moving to look at the male " No ba humbugs here John, only good tidings to you and you home"

Chloe wasn’t sure what she was doing there, at the church. She wasn’t particularly religious, in fact? Churches kinda made her uneasy. The older they were, the creepier they were. But here she was anyway, barely remembering making the decision to come. She stepped into the building, glancing around. It wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be, dipping her toe in the water by standing just barely past the threshold. Voices from outside distracted her, pulling her attention back out there to see what was happening. “Excuse me” she asked the men nearby, one looking like he might work there. “Do either of you happen to know when mass starts?” She couldn’t believe the words she just spoke. Out loud. To other people.

John: John chuckled as the priest approached him. "Merry tidings to you too," he teased sarcastically. "Hey, its safer here than Zatara's right now so I'll take it." His almost in-laws being in town was always a pain in the ass. Also, Zatanna had a habit of volunteering him for odd end jobs during these events which he was trying to avoid. No matter how much she tried, the man wasnt a people person. His head turned as a female voice asked about mass. "He'd be the man to ask," replied John as he gestured to Jesse. The girl looked entirely uncomfortable in this kind of setting. "This your first christmas mass?" He asked.

Jesse: "Should I take that as our first meeting left such a lasting impression, that you wish to somewhat spend the holidays with me?" He chuckled teasing the other man, in truth he hadn't really expected to see him especially during this time of year, he was plenty sure the man would be hanging out with Zatanna and her family then attempting to nose around the church. Of course the women's voice cut off his thoughts as he chuckled " yes I happen to be the new priest here" he replied before taking noticing of how uneasy she seemed to be here "The mass will start in about a half hour, I wanted to give the kids enough time to shine" he replied before holding out his hand "first time or not we'd love to have you join, everyone just calls me Jesse or Father Custer If your feeling spiritual"

Chloe was a little taken aback at how transparent she apparently was. “I uhh...” she had no idea how to respond to the disgruntled man in the trench coat. He looked to be about as much of a misfit as she was, being there. Plus? She was pretty certain she caught a whiff of something other than chocolate in that cup he was holding. She may be law enforcement, but this experience was far too awkward already to make a scene over something so trivial. “Detective Chloe Decker.” She reaches her hand out to shake that of the preacher. “I’m kinda new to all this.”

John: He snorted as the preacher teased him. "More like avoiding getting assigned to the British station at Zatanna's workshop, Father. Women's got a cruel sense of humor," he deflected. Truth was he liked being around the preacher. He was easy to talk to and not nearly as judgmental as John expected. He looks at the woman who identified herself as a detective. Well, fuck. John and the law had a long and complicated history. "What brings you here, detective? You find god?"

Jesse: he smirked a bit at the other before chuckling "Shame, I wouldn't mind taking a turn around Britain so long as I had a good guide, but I understand how women can tease you in especially cruel ways" He replied smiling before looking at the women he hadn't really excepted a detective to show up to his mass but it had been very open to the public. Though the fact that John was most definitely holding a spiked drink would do best to possibly keep the man off her radar as best as possible. "That's completely fine everyone's had a first time with religion. Some learned from their families and friends while others gained some sort of experience which turns them to hope for something higher than them. Nothing wrong with a little Faith"

Chloe was a little surprised at the question from the man who’s libation she was ignoring. “Not yet. You havnt...seen him anywhere, have you?” She stifled a laugh, wondering what had brought him here. Maybe she wasn’t such an oddball after all. “Nice go meet you....Fath- err, Jesse.” She felt a lively awkward fumbling over titles and names. “Singing among isn’t mandatory, is it?”

Adriel was excited to see a church nearby such a festive event. Although they were constructed for humans, he sometimes liked to visit them. This was a good a time as any to check in with The Almighty, especially after all that had happened as of late. He walked through the snow, seeing the group of people sitting just outside. "Oh, I suppose I've come a bit early, haven't I?" he rubbed his hands together, looking around. "Sorry, apologies, my name is Adriel..." he paused. "Adriel Fell. Are you all waiting on service to begin?"

John: He smirked as Jesse mentioned taking a turn in Britain. "Nothing stopping ya, mate. Her shop is decked out for this whole event. I think she's competing with the Lux. If you've got the time, I can show you around after the service," he offered. John looked down at his drink and then up at the detective. Double Fuck. He grinned sheepishly at her. "I haven't found Jesus, but I did find an angel," he replied as he vaguely gestured to Adriel. "I wouldn't say singing is mandatory at these events, but if you find yourself in the spirit don't let us hold you back."

Jesse: "I'm sure I could carve out enough time after the service, I made it short so everyone could be with their families since I don't have anything like that, I guess I'll leach off you" He replied shaking his head as the detective took notice of John's drink, anyone with a nose could've smelled it but lucky for them he was quite a functioning drinker. "I saw Jesus and God once, it was an experience to say the least." he turned to look at the male he'd pointed out "He's an angel really?" He asked before turning his attention back to Chloe. Nice to meet you as well Detective Chloe, My Friend here is John Constantine" He chuckled softly before shaking his head "No signing is never mandatory, and you may leave my mass anytime you wish, I never force someone to listen to my sermons especially if you find its not for you" He paused before eye the 'angel' again "Mass is set to start soon, but it seems we are growing a bit of a party here"(edited)

LUCIFER: For reasons known to literally everyone, the devil doesn't spend a lot of time in church. No amount of prayer could wash away his sins, but he sure liked to see someone try. He was on his way to the Lux when he spotted the detective with none other than John Constantine and the angel Adriel. What on earth was she doing? He didn't know, but he simply had to find out now. "Detective!" he called out, waving playfully to her as he walked up to the crowd. "Well, isn't this a sight to see. Have I missed the mass? That would be a shame. Christmas sermons are my favorite," he teased.

“An...angel...” She repeated John’s words- doubly surprised when the preacher seemed to take him seriously. “I don’t follow” was she just a walking magnet for the delusional? It’s almost as if they’d been hanging out with- “ Detective! “ She heard him before she saw him, but she didn’t need to. There was no mistaking it. Chloe shut her eyes a moment, letting out a long sigh. Of all the places for Lucifer to stumble upon her, it just had to be church. “Lucifer, do you...know these people?” It would explain a lot, honestly.

Adriel: The Angel paused, not prepared to be...spotted so easily. After all, he had been on Earth for thousands of years, and he never had someone just...say it. he cleared his throat, "I believe you're mistaken, I--" he paused, interrupted as more people began to speak. If he couldn't sense evil, he wouldn't have even noticed Lucifer coming up behind him. "Oh Good Lord--" he backed away a bit, looking at the man. He wasn't sure what to say. Demons? He could handle demons. But Lucifer? He swallowed, his heart pounding.

Gadreel: Had no idea what possessed Luci to leave his nice club but once he saw the women he immediately rolled his eyes before they landed on his beautiful angel. If it was one thing he learned was Adriel never enjoyed being in the spotlight or had he ever met Lucifer in person. Moving quickly to his side he smiled softly taking his hand "You are an angel, Mine remember" he winked at the other holding him close. "I don't think you've ever had the chance to meet Lucy, well Lucifer as he prefers to be called., Lucifer this is Adriel the one I've told you about"

Beel sensed his brother was near, frowning at the fact that the only place full of people was the church. He shrugged and made his way to the holy place, quickly sensing his favorite pair of demon and angel were there too. “You just scared the poor angel.” Said when he spotted Adriel, staying close to the principal altar and eventually sitting on the table, his hands carefully touched the gold objects he could find. “I’m hurt. None of you invited me to the reunion.”

LUCIFER: He smiles as he looks at the rage tag team before him. It’s the beginning of a terrible joke, really. An angel, a preacher, a detective, two princes of hell, and....John Constantine. Honestly, he could tolerate them all save for maybe Constantine. “I do happen to know some of these individuals, yes,” he responds to Chloe’s question. “Some more begrudgingly than others,” he says as he gives Constantine a pointed look. “Honestly, detective, this is the last place I expected to see you stalking over the holiday season. Don’t tell me there was a murder in the church and you didn’t call me?” he asks, feigning offense. His attention turns momentarily to Adriel who appears dreadfully frightened. “I seem to have that affect on people, don’t I, brother,” he grins at Beel before turning his attention back to the angel. “Any friend of Gadreel’s is a friend of mine,” he assures. “Although, he does have some questionable tastes in friends every now and again,” he sighs, again giving a pointed look over at Constantine before turning to address his brother. “To be fair, I think my invitation got lost in the mail too,” he smirks. “And you know how I just adore a good church sermon.”

John: “Bloody hell,” he muttered as he watched Lucifer and then Beelzebub approach. This church was becoming more and more crowded by the minute. There were one too many demons around and neither the detective nor the preacher really knew the extent of what they’d just gotten themselves into. He could sense that Lucifer had a soft spot for the detective, but he carried disdain for John which put just about everyone in John’s sphere in a bit of a nasty spot. “Good to see you too, Luci, Beel" he teased. "And here I thought you'd both be too busy for church sermons. Isn't there a party you should be preparing for? Or have you already decided to bow out to Zatanna?" he ribbed. He turned to Jesse, it was best to get him and the detective as far away from this as possible. "You need any help setting up in there, Father?" he asked.

Chloe: A man who hangs out at church, drinking booze. Of course Lucifer knows him. Not to mention the other characters here who seem to believe themselves to be biblical archetypes. Was this all some kind of elaborate prank? She certainly wasn’t about to put it past him. “A murder? uhhhh...no I’m here because...” she had no idea how to explain her presence at the church. “Trixie has been asking about Church lately.” i wonder what could have sparked here interest there. “ I thought I’d scope the place out and see if it’s someplace I could bring her for...whatever it is that happens here.”

Jesse: hadn't expect this much of a turn out when he'd advertised opening up the church during the Christmas Festival but either way he was quite glad at the turn out. Yet he could feel a somewhat growing tension between many of the people now surrounding them. "I somehow doubt anyone can beat Zatanna, her entire store is over the top amazing," He mused before chuckling softly at John's attempt to lead him away from the group, in truth he really did need to get ready as the Mass was quickly approaching, He moved to take the cup out of John's hand before replying "Sure I'd love the help but why you do I'm going to hang on to this Constantine" He smirked at the male before nodding his goodbyes to everyone and making his way into Church knowing the other would follow.

Gadreel: wasn't about to let Beel insult Adriel any longer as he glared at the male pulling the angel close. "He is none of your concern Beel, nor were we talking to you" He replied before turning to look at Lucifer before ensuring the other demons kept their distance from his angel. The man wasn't about to let them tease him like he would've so long ago. "To be fair the last time any of us were at a Church, seems to escape me, and its hardly my fault I know both Adriel and John, they are stuck here on Earth which you put into my domain"

Beel smirked at Gadreel’s words. The whole situation just kept getting funnier and more entertaining. He wondered what would all of these weak creatures do in the presence of any other of the princes. Lucifer and him, they were different. “It’s cute when you think I care about you two, little demon.” The prince held one of the cups and filled it with wine in a second, a priest’s belonging always added a better taste. “It’s a shame that you’re leaving, we could’ve had a good time together.” Beel left that cup aside and extended his hand to the blonde woman, noticing his brother’s leaning towards her. A human that could have that effect in a being like them, should be one of a kind. “We haven’t had the pleasure to meet. My name is Beel, one of Lucifer’s brothers.”

Adriel let out a sigh of relief at the Demon's presence, a blush following immediately afterwards. "Gadreel, my dear. Let's be polite." he felt himself being pulled closer into his space, and gave a small smile. "Here, I'm alright." he looked at Lucifer when he was addressed, "I'm afraid, given the circumstances, I cannot completely believe you." He watched as Beel danced over the church, and pursed his lips. It definitely bothered him, but decided to say nothing of it. "So, what is it you both are doing up here anyways? Is there a new program where the princes of hell have family reunions? Isn't the reason you send demons to Earth is so you don't have to come here yourselves?"(edited)

Gadreel: felt himself calm at Adriel's presence and voice, Beel always knew just what to upset him and he wasn't going to let it not when he'd finally gotten the okay to be with the angel after his talk with Lucifer. "I'll try but its rather had with this particular prince" He replied nodding his head keeping close to his angel while the conversation continued. "I'm sure its just all the fun they'd be missing if they didn't come to New York, after all Lucifer came from Las Vegas"

LUCIFER: “Trixie’s asking about church, huh? I’m glad you’re doing your research. They say religion is a slippery slope,” he teases. “before you know it you’ll be knocking on doors asking people if they’ve heard the good words of the lord.” He frowns at Constantine and the priest. “Yes, I have seen Zatanna’s shop. A bit tacky if you ask me,” he shrugs. “If you’re looking for something a bit more fun I’d say swing by the Lux tonight, but you’ll have to come alone, Father. I’m afraid John won’t make it through the door,” he smirks as he watches them head toward the church. “Surely we can behave ourselves for one night,” he chuckles as he glances at Gadreel and then at Beel. “We wouldn’t want to get arrested,” he teases, giving Chloe a cheeky wink. “I think I’ve used up all of my friends and family discounts at the jailhouse.” He only has a vague notion of what’s set off a feud between the two and he knows it centers around the angel Adriel. “Given the circumstances that’s understandable, Adriel, but I assure you I’m not the brother you need to worry about. Your dearest Zatanna has rope Michael into this. I need not tell you what he’s like. I’m just here expanding the business I started in Los Angeles. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“I really don’t think.....”’Chloe shook her head at Lucifer’s joke about her knocking on doors, but was grateful that he’d dropped it to prod at some of the others who were gathered near them. For someone who usually had nary a kind word to say about his “Father” aka the big guy upstairs, Lucifer certainly seemed to be in good spirits today. She definitely had a lot of questions about how all these people knew each other, and how they all seemed to be on the same deranged wavelength. Her attention quickly snapped to Adriel “Sorry, did you just say princes... of hell?” She couldn’t even believe all this. “Are they serving more than tiny little cups of wine at this church?” She wasn’t hyper aware of religious customs, but if she didn’t know better she’d think they’d all been microdosing. or macro “Oh come on, Lucifer. Where’s your Holiday spirit?” She could tell this John guy got under his skin for some reason, and she wanted to find out why. “I’m sure you can make an exception on Christmas Eve?” She smirked a little at John before raising her brows at Lucifer.

John: He smirked seeing the affect the detective had on Lucifer. It appeared even the devil had a soft spot. "I think it's only fair to make an exception for Christmas. I've been on my best behavior this year," he winked at Luci. "Save me a seat, would you, Detective?" he smirked before brushing past everyone to head into the church and help Jesse. This was about to be one hell of a sermon. "So, minor complication," he replied as he caught up to the priest. "Tall, dark, and handsome over there," he said, eyeing Beelzebub. "Happens to be the embodiment of lust. He also happens to be dating my almost, sort of, once upon a time, could have been brother-in-law. And the arsehole with the whole Lucifer Morningstar schtick? He's not joking. He's the actual thing. And unfortunately, it appears they're sticking around for service tonight."

Jesse: He was quite surprised by all the people who decided to come to his little church it was nothing if not amazing of course it was quite obvious that some of them needed to talk to one another. As he walked back towards the Church most of the kids had cleared out with parents and children alike thanked him before John caught up with him. "I suppose that would be quite the Complication, that two demons wish to attend my sermon" He replied chuckling softly looking at the two male from the doorway before entering in "So you? the hot ticket demon slayer allowed your somewhat not brother in law to date a demon? and that man who had more swag then God could ever give a man is truly the devil himself?" He chuckled moving to set up his books.

John: He leaned against the door frame, arms folded across his chest. "Yeah, all this party is missing is an archangel but I think he's occupied at the moment," he chuckled. Where was the sword of God when you needed him? "I didn't allow anything. Blayze is an adult. Unfortunately, he took more after me than he did Zatanna in the department of terrible decision making. Although," he looked back over his shoulder at Beel before turning to look at Jesse again. "I can't say I blame the kid. Lust is an easy sin to give into."

Jesse: Watched the other do absolutely nothing to help him like he said he would "You mean Michael? You know he was always my favorite, Not as much as an ass his Father is" He replied moving to finish up the setup before smiling softly at the male, he cared a lot for this Blayze person even he could tell. "You three sound like quite the cute little family what ever happened there?" He questioned knowing he wouldn't get an answer back, after all the man if anything seemed pretty tight lipped about personal things. "You should know, the stories Father Marcus told me was enough to make a Nun blush, so I'm surprise he isn't feeding off you Johnny Boy" Jesse smirked looking at him

John: "To you, maybe," he laughed. "I'm sure he would have portaled me to hell by now if he didn't have to answer to a certain mage." Of course Jesse enjoyed the blond warrior. It would appear only John and the demons were annoyed by the archangel at this point. He cleared his throat and looked down at the ground. "What happened is I got Zatanna's father killed," he replied candidly. He was sure Father Marcus told the new priest a whole hell of a lot, but the man deserved to know exactly what he was getting himself into here. "Would have been her if the old man hadn't taken her place instead. Really ruins the romance when people around you keep dying because of your own stupid mistakes."

Jesse: "To be completely fair he was quite the ass to me too but I'm rather used to such behavior" He replied softly chuckling before turning to look at the male, he hadn't expected the man to come right out and tell him by any means. Outside of what Father Marcus told him it hadn't been anything to damning really when he thought about it. He moved to come down from the podium to stand next to John. "Yet it still rips you apart, even I can tell that. as far as stupid mistakes I've made plenty in fact....it was because of me my parents got killed, " He replied not wanting the other to feel like he bared his soul for nothing. "I'm not even going to try and say God has a plan because he doesn't....he is a cruel father who takes pleasure in abandoning his children, and You still are close to Zatanna, she came to see me soon after you did...felt like a bit of a check up"

John: "That sounds like Michael's default mode," he chuckled. "If you ask me they're all a bunch of wankers." That wasn't necessarily true. John knew Michael had the ability to turn earth into a battleground for the next holy war, but the angel cared enough for God's creations to not start a war that would destroy them all. "I'm sorry to hear about your parents," he replied. "It would appear all souls worth saving have a bit of blood on their hands and guilt in their conscience." There was no saving John. While Zatara's death was a stain on his soul, Astra's damnation was a finale nail in his coffin. He could stop the Apocalypse and still the pearly gates of heaven wouldn't open their doors for him. "Please tell me you aren't about to go on that pulpit and preach god is a cruel father to a demon, an angel, two princes of hell, a very confused detective, and your entire congregation" he chuckled. "I'm afraid the Vatican frowns upon that." And it would be quite a shame to have the priest recalled over blasphemous sermons egged on by one erroneous petty dabbler. "I'm not surprised Zee stopped by," he laughed as he shook his head. "We're in a bit of trouble right now," he admitted. "Two princes of hell in one city's caused quite an uptick in the number of possessions. Lucifer's entire club is manned by a bunch of demons and the number keeps growing. We could really use a priest with the voice of God on our side."

Jesse: Listened to the other he was sure plenty of people thought Michael was more abrasive then he should've been but Jesse had been prepare, mostly because of others he'd met. He nodded his head at the endearment but of course it'd been years since he thought of his parents, and how much their blood had been on his hands before chuckling softly "But the better question., is why would we want to be saved, too much trouble to keep up, plus all the best people end up in hell so I hear" He teased before chuckling at the male "Of course not, that was your own personal sermon, I think a thank you would be appreciated, I don't preach for free to everyone" He joked before shrugging what didn't the Vatican frown upon, not that he truly cared, he could dodge anything they threw at him. "Well, I hardly mind offering my help to you or Her much like Marcus did, but I'll let you know I'm nothing like a traditional Priest, I actually have a background in Voodoo magic thanks to my grandma....But that's probably little use to you outside of my voice" He chuckled softly.

John: “Believe it or not being tortured by every monster I’ve ever exorcised or damned doesn’t exactly sound like a picture perfect afterlife,” he shrugged. With his luck, the demon assigned to torture him in hell would be Astra. Life (and Death) were funny like that. Cosmic retribution, he supposed. “I’m sure I’ll be in good company though,” he smirked as he gave the priest a sidelong look. “Thanks for the pep talk. The voodoo will come in useful. Demons aren’t the only thing that plagues this city.” John knew a bit of Voodoo himself going up against Papa Midnite and his crowd, but he was sure it was nowhere near as extensive as Jesse’s knowledge of the art. He got up to head back out of the church. He didn’t want to leave the detective alone with three demons and an angel. “Well, speak of the devil...” he chuckled as he saw the form of Michael in the distance. “Great.”

Michael: Being the patron Saint of the Church, Michael was comfortable under the gothic arches of the structure. He hadn’t intended to attend mass tonight, but Zatanna hadn’t scheduled him so he had more free time than he’d expected. He was surprised to see Lucifer and Beelzebub in the throng of people gathering for mass. “Well, I wouldn’t say this is exactly your scene,” he replied as he approached the brothers. “Are you looking for God or are you here just for a laugh?”

ZATANNA: The shop is in good hands for the night. She’d hired people from all over the world for this week of fun and excitement to make the environment feel authentic. So, she’s given herself a day off to experience the fun for herself. Churches aren’t exactly her style, but she figures she’d come to support the new priest. They desperately needed allies and he seemed kind. Zatanna smiles as she spots Michael in the crowd. The towering Hercules is hard to miss. Her smile quickly fades as she watches him approach Lucifer and Beelzebub. What the hell are they doing here? The mage makes her way over to the crowd and her concern grows ten times more as she makes out the figures of Adriel and Gadreel beside them. She looks up toward the church and hopes that the priest is prepared to handle a crowd like this. “Adriel, Michael,” she smiles as she embraced the angels. “Not surprised to see you two here, but I am surprised to see these three,” she said as she eyed Lucifer, Beel, and Gadreel.

LUCIFER: “Oh, Father bless us,” he curses under his breathe as he watches Michael and then Zatanna approach. “If they are serving little cups of wine I’m going to need about twenty,” he sighs as he looks over at the detective. He frowns deeply as she defends Constantine's right to drink at the Lux. "I think he's had enough already, don't you?" he asks. "Honestly, if you arrest him tonight I'd consider that a very Merry Christmas, indeed," he winks. Nothing would bring him more joy at this point than watching the detective escort Constantine into the back of her squad car. He turns to look at his brother and the mage, rolling his eyes as she hugs the angels. "Why not both, brother?" he grins. "Who doesn't like to start the new year off with a bit of blasphemy?"

Beel could easily ignore whatever happened in front of him, whenever he wanted. Not that he cared about Michael being his normal uptight self or a priest trying to save his soul by spitting the word of ‘god’. Though seeing one Zatanna Zatara there, made him come back to the present. He loved her presence. “I’m so glad you join us, Zatara. I was bored with all this hypocrisy.” He half smiled and walked towards the banks, wanting to be in the front for the mass. “I miss my beloved dad. It’s been a while since our last face to face time, I would like to apologize for such inconvenience back then.” A successful war the he started after his fall. It was so long ago, he deserved a damn award for minding his own business for so long. “I know he holds no grudges, no space for such pettiness in heaven. So, I guess Lucifer and I are welcomed to stay. Aren’t we, Mike?”

Jesse: "Maybe not, but than again you shouldn't act like your the only one who has that waiting for them when they get down there, I've got plenty in my past they could used to break me down hour after hour" He replied softly, all this talk of Hell and uncertainly reminded him of his Grandmother's deal, what if the devil did come to collect when he passed? "I'm glad I could be made useful, I think I shall enjoy teaching you John" He felt himself smile at the fact that not only did Michael show up but Zatanna did as well. The women and male were quite the pair when they arrived when all the demons seemed to have choose this to be their hang out Honestly the priest felt like he hardly deserved such a turn out as he watched John leave his side he moved back up to the pulpit to start preparing for a bigger mass then he thought.

John: “I’m not here to throw myself a pity party, Jess,” he replied. “I did what I did and I’ll pay the price. The goal for now is to just avoid an early death. No sense in paying the price tonight if I don’t have to,” he chuckled. He’d already avoided an early grave once and it left him on Lucifer’s bad side. “You think teaching me will be fun?” he smirked. “Those are words you’ll likely regret. What do you need me to do to help you set up?” he asked. “Better to get this over with before Zee and Michael start a war on your doorstep.”

Michael: A look of worry crossed his face as Zatanna appeared from the crowd. He hadn’t expected to see the magician tonight. His arms wrapped around her small frame as she greeted him and Adriel. “Zatanna,” he chuckled before letting her go. Her greeting toward the demons was not nearly as welcoming. “Surely there are better ways for you to start off the new year than at church, Lucifer?” he asked as he eyed the princes.”I’ll be sure to pass your apologies up to heaven, Beelzebub. It might be accepted more easily if you sent a fruit cake with it,” he teased. “But you’re more than welcome here tonight. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.”

ZATANNA: Her brows furrow as Beel greets her. He’s in rather jovial spirits given the company he’s surrounded by, then again she knows the demon thrives around chaos and mischief. “Hmm, I wish I could say the same, Beelzebub. I figured you’d be with Blayze tonight. And you, Lucifer,” she looks the devil in the eye. “I’m looking forward to this party at the Lux later. I certainly hope it’s everything that you’ve been hyping it up to be. Would hate to disappoint another plane of existence,” she smiles sweetly before glancing back up at Michael. She knows it’ll take more than a sarcastic apology and a fruit cake to save his fallen brothers. “I recall an old phrase in show business that goes something like you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, but you’re right. They might learn a thing or two if they stick around. I’m sure Jesse would love the support.”

LUCIFER: “Honestly, I can’t think of a better way to spend tonight than with family. That’s what this holiday is about, isn’t it, brother?” he asks the archangel before turning to address the annoying mage. “Oh, are you now, darling? I’m glad you got the invitation. Here I thought your biggest fear was having a good time,” he teases. He turns to look at Beel, grinning as he spoke, “Have you invited Blayze? I dare say he’d enjoy himself. Might help Ms. Zatara here unbunch her tights a bit,” he smirks before looking at his elder brother. “Then again, I’m sure a menage a tois with an archangel can assist in that too,” he winks. Clearly both the mage and his brother needed to get laid. Lucifer was only doing his brotherly duty in assisting matters here. “You’d be surprised what kind of tricks this old dog can learn,” he replies, clasping Michael on the shoulder.

Chloe tried to hide her amusement at Lucifer’s ruffled attitude towards Constantine. “Had enough? What ever do you mean?” She feigned ignorance, obvious enough to notice easily.

“ Lucifer! “ She barked under her breath when he mentioned the lovely dark haired woman’s tights. “I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Detective Chloe Decker. Lucifer’s my....” She was going to say “partner” but after that comment she wasn’t as quick to claim him. “We work together.” She offered her hand to Zatanna.

Jesse: "never said your were just stating the fact that there are plenty people going to hell who may not 100% deserve it " he replied moving to open his bible before nodding his head "I agree completely with that statement, lines get blurred more offten then not, but I'll do my best to ensure they dont take you tonight after all your my guest" he teased before laughing " I'll likely regret it huh? There is plenty in my life that I regret I doubt you'll ever been one of them, as for help I'm afraid I'm going to send you into the lion's den, will you be a darling little alter boy and tell everyone mass is starting?" He smirked winking at John before moving to hand sheet music to the organist. "And john dont antagonized them, can't very well kickass then preach about love and understanding"

John: "Believe me when I say I deserve it," he chuckled humorlessly. "Feel bad for the bastards who don't. They deserve our thoughts and prayers just a bit more, I'd say. Not that God's listening anyway." John laughed when the good preacher said he'd keep him safe tonight. "Oh it's not me you gotta worry about causing a storm in these parts. I won't make your job harder than it already is. Can't make the same promise for my ex and the archangel though," he shrugged. He long ago learned that there are unmovable forces out there and Zatanna and Michael happened to be those types of forces. "You're really sending me out there?" He asked as her jerked his thumb toward the crowd. "And here I thought we were friends." He got up nevertheless and made his way to the door. "Well, if I dont make it back it's been good knowing you," he teased dramatically.

Michael: "Actually, I believe this one is meant to celebrate the birth of Christ, but sure family works too," he replied wearily. He knew what Lucifer was trying to do. It was the same thing his brother was always trying to do. Antagonize. Michael was used to being the center focus of Lucifer's misplaced anger but he hadn't expected his brother to turn on the mage with such ferocity. "Thank you for that advice, Brother," he replied, eyes flaring momentarily as he removed Lucifer's hand from his shoulder. He could feel Zatanna seething beside him. "It would be wise for you to leave Ms. Zatara's tights alone. I'm afraid they probably cost more than that suit of yours," he teased. "Besides you wouldn't want to embarrass your friend here any further," he replied before extending his hand to the pretty blonde who seemed to have the misfortune of dealing with Lucifer on a more daily basis. "I'm Michael. Another brother of Lucifer's."

ZATANNA: Her eyes narrow into slits as Lucifer insinuates that Michael should unbunch her tights. She feels her fingers tingle as magic builds up in her palms and makes its way down to the tips of her hands. She's only a millimeter away from unleashing chaos when Michael chimes in that her tights are probably more expensive than his suit. Zatanna snorts loudly and releases the tension in her shoulders, allowing the magic to fizzle out. "You're right that would be wise. If he can't afford to have me perform at his club, he certainly can't afford my fishnets," she teases before turning her attention to the detective. "It's good to meet you, Detective Decker," she replies as she shakes the woman's hand. Anyone who has the strength to deal with Lucifer daily is worth knowing. "I'm Zatanna," she grins, mischief in her eyes as she looks at Lucifer then back at the detective. "He works with you?" she asks, a bit surprised. She fully expected that if NYPD was ever involved with Lucifer it would be to escort him to lock up for a few days, not to work with him. "I'm sure that's got to be interesting."

LUCIFER: He smirks knowing he's hit one of the magician's buttons. He can feel the electric woosh of magic filling the air and for a second he sees her finger tips light up. Beel was right. It was fun to wind her up a bit. He opens his mouth to poke the bear just a little more when his brother comments that her tights are worth more than his suit. "Doubt it," Lucifer replies incredulously. "She's allowed Constantine to unbunch them. How expensive can they possibly be in that case?" he teases. The fact that she enjoys the company of that charlatan, but can't stand Lucifer or Beel baffles the devil himself. Why anyone would enjoy the company of John Constantine baffles Lucifer, to be honest. "And speak of the devil," he grins as he sees Constantine emerging through the door of the church. "You and I both know the offer I made you was a generous one, Zatanna," he smiles coldly at her when she says he can't afford to have her perform at his club. He'd asked the mage when the club first opened, figuring it would be an olive branch of sorts. Even offered to bring forth her father as a gesture of kindness, but she'd refused him on principle alone and summoned Michael to help her maintain the balance or whatever they were telling themselves these days. He frowns as he watches Michael and Zatanna introduce themselves to Chloe, getting chummy with her on purpose to peeve him. "No, I can't say it's ever dull. I don't think I'll be leaving New York anytime soon. I quite like it here."

Jesse: Looked at the male, hiding pain with humor it was something Cassidy did a lot too. "I don't think prayers and thoughts will do much for the poor sods, but I promise to keep you in prayers regardless what you say" He replied smiling softly rolling his eyes "You know if a storm starts i full expect to see that dark arts to come out and protect little old me" He smirked before nodding his head "You wanted to help and since you didn't actually help you get the crap job" He chuckled as the organist started playing he shook his head "Always a pleasure John"

Chloe hasn’t noticed Zatanna’s magic forming, but even if she had- the whole “professional magician” thing would have explained it just fine. She had a knack for rationalizing everything, hence why she still believed the whole “Devil” schtick was just a metaphor for whatever family drama had created...this whole mess between Lucifer and his siblings. “He’s actually pretty useful.” She smiled at Lucifer, but continued, turning back to Zatanna- “When he’s not....distracted.” She refrained from going into detail about what those distractions usually were, but had a feeling present company knew all about it. “Definitely never a dull moment. Aren’t you the magician from the billboards around town?”

John: "As Michael would say, you're wasting breath praying for a hopeless old cause like me," he chuckled. The angel was a right prick when the mood struck him. "Something tells me if the storm breaks out you're more than capable of protecting yourself and these people. Let's not test that theory tonight though," he replied as he readied himself to go out there and corral the crowd. "Hey, I helped. I gave you fair warning about the crowd tonight. Could've just let you go in there blind to that knowledge," he teased, but nevertheless he opened the doors to the church. "Time will tell which one of us got the crap job tonight. Good luck, Father," he winked before exiting the church. He could see Lucifer and Zatanna in the distance exchanging heated glares. For a moment, he saw her fingertips fill with magic before they dimmed once more at Michael's touch. "Alright then, love," he called out to her. "Mass is about to start. Santa's watching you lot. Let's not disappoint him," he replied as he motioned them to move into the church with the rest of the crowd.

Michael: Michael felt the distinct electric buzz of magic in the air as Zatanna fumed beside him. The angel lightly took the mages hand and absorbed some of the magic within himself. In time, she would learn to brush off Lucifer's antagonistic attempts to rile her up, but in the moment he could see they were having an affect on her. He looked up toward the church as Lucifer pointed out John in the crowd. "If we want to talk bad relationships, why not talk about Eve?" he asked his brother. "How is your ex these days?" he wondered out loud, twisting the knife just a little bit more. He knew about the deal which the devil had presented to the magician and he knew how hard it had been for her to turn it down, but she'd made the right call. "I'm glad you're staying in the city for more than just mass, brother. It's been too long since we last spoke," he smiled jovially before making a sweeping gesture for Zatanna and the detective to go on in front of him to the doors of the church.

ZATANNA: Leave it to the devil to lay some low blows. It’s nothing she hasn’t heard before and yet it still gets to her. Why does the devil think he’s better than the con artist anyway? “Trust me when I say loving John was anything but cheap,” she fires back. She feels Michael’s hand cup hers and take in some of her storm. She can’t help the chuckle that escapes her lips when he brings up the devil’s ex. It’s clear he’s well versed in knocking Lucifer down a peg or two. “Eve? Now, there’s a story I’d like to hear. I’m sure the bible left out a thing or two worth mentioning,” she laughs before turning to the detective. “How you manage to keep him on task is beyond me. You might be a little magic yourself,” she grins. “The billboards are mine and so is the show. If you’re staying in town, I’d love to see you in the audience. The New Years Eve show is one of my favorites,” she replies as she manifests a pair of VIP tickets out of thin air to give to the detective. “And the after party isn’t too bad either.” Hopefully they hadn’t scared the poor girl away after this display of bravado between the brothers. She lets go of the angel and takes a step toward the church. “We wouldn’t want to disappoint Santa now. Let’s find some decent seats.”

LUCIFER: He sees his brother take the mage’s hand to calm her. Michael might be an unmovable mountain, but it’s clear Zatanna is not nearly the solid force she pretends to be. Had she been alone he’s sure his teasing would have caused sparks to fly. Lucifer’s smile drops as his brother brings up Eve. Low blows for someone so high and mighty. “The bible leaves out quite a lot of details. That’s unfortunately a story for another time,” he replies coolly. He watches Zatanna manifest tickets to her show out of thin air. Magicians, he rolls his eyes. Gaudy and showy as usual. “The detective will be busy that day,” he replies as he takes the tickets from Zatanna. “The lux is having its own party. More than disco balls will be dropping that night, I assure you,” he grin mischievously. If there’s one thing he knows it’s how to plan a party. “After you, Detective,” he grins as he motions for her to head toward the church. “Let’s see if we can get saved tonight.”

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A Night in Town:

“You’ve been staring.” Genji muttered, hands in his pockets, eyes trained on some unknown object straight ahead.

Jesse blinked and looked away, a sheepish smile growing on his lips.

“Sorry. You look good, can’t help it.” He shrugged, sending a wink Genji’s way.

Jesse hadn’t expected the city to be so...Elegant. Lots of big buildings with sleek glass and neon lights lining their slopes and angles. There was a good mix of omnics and humans, all getting along. That was a nice change. He and Genji fit in pretty well with the city slickers as per their mission, however, Jesse was feeling a bit warm under the collar.

Genji, at Jesse’s peril, had been dressed to the nines. He had a black turtleneck sweater covered with a sleek, steel grey trench coat, skinny jeans, and worn combat boots. A beanie and a black surgical mask covered his face and hair, the wires and metal missing so he could pass, and Jesse had never stared at him so much.

Genji looked so ridiculously good, it was criminal.

That, and Jesse had never actually seen this much of Genji’s face before. Always hiding behind the mask, eyes dark and tired, keeping everyone at a distance. Now, however, Jesse was walking right next to him, elbows nearly touching every time he had to shift out of someone’s way.

“You’ve been staring.” Genji muttered, hands in his pockets, eyes trained on some unknown object straight ahead.

Jesse blinked and looked away, a sheepish smile growing on his lips.

“Sorry. You look good, can’t help it.” He shrugged, sending a wink Genji’s way. The ninja’s sharp eyes slid to Jesse, his gaze cynical.

“You are! Not my fault it’s true.” Jesse insisted, raising his hands placidly. Genji looked away, unfazed, as usual. Jesse would get him to believe it, eventually. His charm hadn’t failed him yet, and Jesse wasn’t about to stop trying.

He grinned as they continued walking, hands slipping into his jean pockets, thumbs hooking in the belt loops. They had no place in particular to go, the mission itself was done. It hadn’t been strenuous, just checking out a site that was suspected of blackmarket trade.

Now, there was nothing to do but wait for the dropship that had, of course, been delayed. Genji had been silent and pensive since Reyes told them it would be late, Jesse taking the subtle narrowing of his eyes and slump of his shoulders to be annoyance. Especially when Jesse insisted they go looking around while they waited. But, he had conceded, so he couldn’t have been that fed up.

The cowboy didn’t have a specific place in mind as to where he was going, but it had been a long time since he had been in such a nice city. He wanted to enjoy it while he could. Genji stayed in step with him, though, he kept his eyes either trained on the ground or straight ahead of them.

Jesse wondered what he was thinking about with his brows drawn like that—perhaps his old lifestyle? What it would be like to be fully human again? Maybe he was anxious at not fitting in with either the humans or omnics around him? Jesse never knew quite what went on in that head of his, and Genji certainly wasn’t keen on letting anyone in to try.

The cowboy nudged his side when he saw a building that had patterns of lights going down its windows like a waterfall, complete with little holograms of fish splashing around.

“I’ve never seen anythin’ like that. It’s pretty cool, huh?” Jesse told him with a smile.

Genji glanced at the building, shrugged, but gave no other answer. He went back to staring but not really seeing, Jesse not taking it personally.

Something must have been messing with the ninja’s head, so Jesse looked around for a place they could go where he could focus on other things. A cafe, maybe? Could Genji even eat there? He was certainly dressed like he would, and the chill in the air was starting to get to Jesse.

“Hey, you hungry? I was gonna stop in a cafe if they’ve got one ‘round here, warm up a bit.”

“Okay.”

“Can you help me look for one? Maybe they got a Kofi Aromo or somethin’.” Jesse murmured, Genji finally looking around as if he was in the present again.

They had to walk for another block or so, but they eventually came across a little coffee shop. Jesse held the door for Genji, waving him in with an exaggerated motion and a smirk. The ninja scoffed, though, the edges of his eyes scrunched just slightly.

From the back, Jesse could see the bits of metal on his jawline, and surprisingly, little studs in Genji’s ears. He frowned. Genji’s ears were showing. How hadn’t he noticed before? He was just so used to not seeing anything but his eyes. That must have been part of what was throwing him off this whole time. Jesse shook his head and followed Genji in, standing next to him in line.

“You want anythin’? Drinks are on me.” Jesse teased, Genji rolling his eyes good-naturedly.

“I don’t know if I can have any of this.” He hummed softly as he read over the screens advertising various coffees and lattes.

“Well, you won’t know unless you try.”

“It could potentially cause my systems to fail and my body to shut down, but yes, I suppose you are right.”

“Alright, so no coffee, then. Got it.” Jesse sighed, making a slight face as he spoke, brows raised in exasperation.

Always with the biting remarks. It wasn’t really Genji’s fault, but Jesse did get tired of them after a while. He didn’t hold it against him, though, never had, just tried to make light of the situation instead or simply ignore them instead.

Genji glanced at the gunslinger, hands coming out of his pockets only to lace his fingers together and fiddle with them unconsciously. He had gloves on to hide how they didn’t match.

“I would like to try the vanilla mocha, though.” Genji uttered softly, shoulders raising slightly. Little things like that were what told Jesse he was trying, and damn, if he wasn’t the cutest guy alive while doing it.

“Vanilla mocha, huh? So you like it sweet?”

“I used to. I don’t know about now.”

“Well, if you wanna try some of mine, you’re welcome to it. It’ll be bitter though, I like a good dark roast.”

“You seem like you would.” Genji mumbled to himself, Jesse raising a brow and grinning.

They ordered and got a two-seater table towards the back of the cafe, just out of sight.

Jesse didn’t try for small talk, had learned pretty quickly that Genji would only make and carry on conversation if he wanted to. Today seemed like a day he didn’t want to. Most days were like that, but that was fine. Their drinks came quick anyways, the omnic waiter setting them down and leaving without a word. Just programmed to do a job, nothing more.

Jesse took the lid off his coffee—dark roast with no cream and a little ice—blowing on the still steaming liquid. It smelled wonderful. The coffee in the Blackwatch common room was good enough to do the job, just instant grounds poured into hot water, so having real coffee was nice. Tasted nice too.

Jesse’s eyes slipped to Genji once more, the ninja’s fingers curled around the cup as he stared out at the city. His eyes flicked around as he looked, the only movement Jesse could see from him. The gunslinger took a sip of his coffee, letting his eyes roam over his partner while he wasn’t being noticed. Yet.

Genji just looked so good, human and gentle in a way Jesse had never seen before. Like he was just another normal person, doing normal things in a normal city.

Jesse eventually looked away, down to his coffee as he tapped his fingers against the cardboard cup. It created tiny ripples on the surface of his drink.

Genji finally moved, hand going up to his mask. Jesse’s brows raised slightly, interest piqued.

“You can’t stare.” The ninja told him sharply. Frankly, Jesse was surprised he was being trusted with this at all, much less with a simple threat and nothing more.

“I won’t.” Jesse promised. It would be hard, considering this would be the first time he had ever seen Genji’s face, but he would try his best.

Jesse realized why he was sitting with his back to the door as he pulled the mask down and tucked it under his chin. His skin was pale and face gaunt, scars slicing across his cheeks and lips, though, the worst ones were around where his synthetic jaw meshed with his real skin, red and raw looking.

And yet Genji still managed to make that look beautiful.

Jesse didn’t realize he was smiling until he averted his gaze and took a sip of his coffee. Genji had been avoiding looking at anything but his own drink. He blew on it a bit, the design on the top getting messed up a bit. Took a drink, some of the foam sticking to his upper lip. Jesse couldn’t help but look back up at him.

Genji was staring at the drink, head tilted slightly. Goddamn, it was getting difficult not to blush.

“I can taste it.” He murmured, Jesse raising a brow.

“I...Normally cannot taste things. Not like this. It is different, but I can tell it is sweet.” He explained, huffing a little laugh at the end. His lips turned up just ever so slightly, Jesse squeezing his cup tighter.

“Well, that’s good. I’m glad.”

The gunslinger was relieved he managed to get a decent response out, licking his lips as he forced himself to look out the window.

They finished their coffees in relative silence, Genji pulling up his mask again as soon as he was through with his drink. It had disappeared rather fast. He glanced at Jesse, then took a little breath, exhaling softly. Not quite a sigh—almost as if he was going to say something, then reevaluated.

The gunslinger tapped the table as he stood, glad to stretch his legs out and have an excuse to look at anything else but Genji.

“We’ve probably spent enough time here. Wanna walk around some more until we get word of our ride? I’m gettin’ antsy.”

“You sure it isn’t just the caffeine kicking in?” Genji asked, raising a brow as he walked past Jesse without waiting for a response.

Was that...A joke? Did Genji Shimada truly just make a joke? Jesse grinned, adjusting his baseball cap and chasing after the ninja. Maybe he was making progress after all.

Genji was waiting just out front, hands back in his pockets, the cold breeze tousling his bangs. Jesse didn’t much like the cold, and it was getting dark on top of that, so it was only going to get colder. However, he was enjoying the time he was able to spend with Genji, just pretending they were normal for a while. That made the biting chill more than worth braving.

Jesse fell into step beside the ninja when he started walking, looking much better than he had before they got coffee. He seemed a little happier, shoulders squared more and less of a shuffle to his step, eyes bright as he looked around. Jesse watched him a moment, smile softening.

“Yanno, I liked seeing you. Without the mask.”

Genji’s head tilted towards him, pace slowing. He was quiet, emotion Jesse couldn’t quite name flickering behind his eyes.

“Oh. I—Okay.” Stuttered out, tone unsure but sincere. Jesse gave him a lopsided grin, then went back to a comfortable silence. Not dwelling on it for too long, Genji normally liking to move on pretty quickly if they ever happened to talk about him, especially his appearance.

The lights on the buildings and along the roads had more prominence as it got darker, Jesse admiring the creativity of the city. Genji slowed, then suddenly took a sharp turn, heading towards a park Jesse hadn’t noticed. He felt a hand on his arm, pulling him.

Genji was pulling him along.

Jesse wiped the surprise from his face and followed, and while Genji let go pretty quickly, he could still feel the phantom of his touch. The ninja had never voluntarily touched anyone before.

The park around them was beautiful, the plants alight with luminescent colours, twinkling lights between the leaves, and the path lighting up wherever they stepped. Jesse tipped his head back, the canopy above casting a blue and purple light over everything. He could hear the sound of a stream somewhere, and a few birds still chirping in the bushes.

“Woah. I’ve never seen anythin’ like this before!” Jesse gasped, stepping closer to the edge of the walkway to examine a cluster of flowers with transparent petals glowing soft pinks and yellows.

Genji ran his hand over the trunk of a tree, the light over the bark brightening where he touched.

“It’s...Synthetic. But some of it is real, with holograms. It’s all mixed, though, I can’t quite tell.”

Jesse went to join him, glancing at the awed look in the ninja’s eyes.

“It’s beautiful.” He murmured, Genji tilting his head up to meet his gaze. It was held for a moment before the cyborg looked back to the trees.

“Yeah. It is.”

He then leaned in, tapping his shoulder to Jesse’s briefly before walking down the path. The gunslinger stared, then smiled, mimicking the little light imprints made from Genji’s steps with his own stride.

Jesse didn’t know when their ride would get to them, but he truly wished the night didn’t have to end.

#mcgenji #jesse mccree #genji shimada #Whiskey'sWorks #I was given inspiration today and this happened I'm sorry #blackwatch boys

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shirtlesssammy · 5 years

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5x06: I Believe the Children Are Our Future

Then:

Sam and Dean Winchester started the apocalypse

Now:

At a home in Alliance, Nebraska, a young woman, Amber, stays up late watching TV while she babysits. Totally enraptured with what appears to be Herbie the Love Bug Cujo on the television, she starts to mindlessly brush her hair.

She hears a noise and heads to the closet to investigate. Lol, it’s just the kid she’s babysitting all bloody and dead with a spike through his head. Well, not really. He’s just a prankster that won’t go to bed. Before the kid will go to bed though, we have to insert gross sexist funnies. Amber resumes watching TV, while dogs bark and howl outside. Much later the parents come home to find her asleep on the couch. Scratch that, she’s actually dead with horrible claw marks on the side of her face.

Agents Page and Plant are on the case! Sam and Dean take a look at the victim at the morgue. It’s there that they learn that she scratched her own brains out. They next head to interview the family. While Sam talks with the parents, Dean finds the kid and grills him. Lol. The kid denies knowing anything at first, but Dean breaks him by threatening to take him downtown.

It turns out that he put itching powder on the hair brush. Sam is doubtful that ground up maple seeds would cause that much itching.

Sam gets a call and they rush to the hospital, where a charred body is being zipped up in a body bag. The man was electrocuted, and the only witness insists that it was the joy buzzer in his hand that did it.

Dean’s on the case!! He buys some ham, rubber gloves, and welding goggles and joy buzzes a week’s worth of meals. The joy buzzer cooks faster than a pressure cooker and the ham is cooked in a matter of seconds.

“That crap isn’t supposed to work.” Sam can’t believe it. Dean just starts to dig into the food. They think they’re possibly dealing with cursed objects.

They head to the magic shop that sold both items. Dean finds great joy in the whoopee cushion (AS IS YOUR RIGHT YOU BEAUTIFUL 10 YEAR OLD BOY).

The shop owner admits that kids aren’t really into magic anymore, but he did sell itching powder and a joy buzzer recently. Dean accuses him of being behind the deaths by electrocuting a rubber chicken. The brothers quickly realize their mistake and take off, leaving the poor shop owner in a state of existential trauma.

That night, a father tells his little girl about the magic of the tooth fairy. “So some freak is going to come in my room while I’m sleeping and take my tooth? Sounds scary, no thank you.” The father puts the tooth under her pillow anyway. Later that night she sneaks into his bedroom and places the tooth under his pillow. And that girl was right, and a stone cold brutal daughter, because the dad gets a visit from Hansel the tooth fairy and the results aren’t pretty.

Later at the hospital, the brothers discuss the latest happenings of the case. Besides the tooth fairy, a couple kids have stomach ulcers from mixing Pop Rocks and Soda (I thought your stomach exploded from mixing the two!) and one guy’s face “froze that way.”

Dean admits to believing that Sea Monkeys were real (Of course he believed in that beautiful domestic family lie.) Dean surmises that kids all believe the things that are happening. Sam wonders if this is the work of a trickster.

While Dean works on his side of ham, Sam does some research into where the victims lived and finds they’re all within a range of a house in the middle of the country. Dean asks if their motel is in the circle, and then holds up his hands, palms covered in hair. DUDE. Sam reminds Dean that he can go “blind from that too.” LOL.

They head out to check out the house. Sam starts to pick the lock on the door, when it is opened by a little boy. Sam asks his name but he wants to know who they are. They flash their badges, but the little boy takes a long look at them. And I’ve said this before, but I’m saying it again. This picture is my origin story with this show:

Anyway, Jesse, the kid, lets them inside so they can talk with him. Dean finds a picture of the “tooth fairy”. He then asks Jesse about all the cases and finally brings out the joy buzzer. “You shouldn’t have that,” Jesse insists. He tells Dean that it can electrocute a person, but Dean tells him that’s not true. Jesse seems to believe him. And to further his point, Dean buzzes it on Sam. (MY GOD, what if Jesse was just trying to make you go away?) Sam is NOT AMUSED.

Leaving the house, Dean has no remorse for buzzing his brother. They know where the crazy in the town is coming from now. Sam does some research and, get this, Jesse was adopted. He has no father listed on his birth certificate, but his birth mom, Julia Wright, lives on the other side of the state.

The boys go to her house and ask about her son. Julia insists that she doesn’t have a son but when Sam asks her about her pregnancy (uh RUDE) she races for the kitchen and grabs a container of salt. She chucks some at them and they just stand there. “You’re not demons?” she asks in surprise.

Over a cup of tea, she tells them that she was possessed by a demon. For nine months, to be specific. (It’s usually more like 10 months, bbys.) “It used my body to give birth to a child.” Not gonna lie, with all the current news and legislation about women’s autonomy over their bodies, this line is EXTRA chilling. Once the child was born, she was able to gain control over the demon. She piled rock salt into her mouth and the demon left in a whirl of smoke. She gave the baby up for adoption but, uh, there was no father. It was a “virgin birth.” (If anything feels hackneyed in this episode, it’s the insistence on making her an outright virgin just for narrative symmetry.)

Dean tells her, rather gently, that Jesse is alive and is a “good kid.” When they leave, the spectre of a demon-baby requires a call to Cas. Back at “The Liberty” in their Americana-themed motel room (ffs Wanek, you’re killing me), Cas appears, ready to smite the child. Sam and Dean are taken aback. The child, Cas explains, is extra powerful and known throughout the world by many names. But in America, they know him as the antichrist. Ooo JUST in time for the apocalypse! Great timing.

Cas sits down after delivering this message and a whoopie cushion wheezes out slowly, deflating (see what I did there) the situation.

Sam wants to know if Jesse is the devil’s son. LOL Sam, of course not. Don’t be ridiculous! What a ludicrous idea for a plot line on the show. The child is simply “demon spawn” and is hidden from both angels and demons. Jesse’s powers have ballooned since Lucifer rose and Cas thinks Lucifer wants to find Jesse so he can use him to destroy the host of Heaven. Uh, don’t worry, bby. You’ll help with that in the next couple of seasons.

“We’re the good guys. We don’t just kill children,” Sam insists. Cas gets up in Sam’s face, telling him that he used to be willing to do whatever it took to win a war. Cas! Did you not learn a lesson last season? Oh...I guess you were kinda dead for a little bit. Cas doesn’t think “it” can be trusted not to destroy everything, but Sam wants to tell Jesse the truth. Then he might make the right choice to, you know, not destroy the world and Heaven. Cas stares Sam down. “You didn’t,” Cas tells Sam. BURN. (Meanwhile, I stare meaningfully at Season 14.)

Back at Julia’s house, a postal worker surprises her on her porch. It’s a demon! The demon opens Julia’s mouth and in a disgustingly intimate shot, forces itself inside and possesses her again. UGH. It grabs the information she had about Jesse’s whereabouts and heads out to find him.

Jesse walks downstairs at night for a glass of water, only to be surprised by Cas. Oh, Cas is just there for late night ice cream sundaes, right? “I won’t hurt you,” Cas lies with a knife hidden behind his back. He corners Jesse and emotion cracks his face for the first time as he apologizes, then whips up the knife. Cas bby.

Dean and Sam burst in to save Jesse, only to find him alone. “Was there a guy here in a trenchcoat?” Dean asks. Jesse points to a toy on the floor. It’s Cas!

I do enjoy this moment. It’s both funny and a great display of Jesse’s powers and innocence. Later, Dean carefully sets Cas on the mantel. (#Symbolism) “Is he your friend?” Jesse asks. Yeah, Dean. Is he? “No,” Dean says hastily. Come on, Dean. You don’t want to be turned into an action figure, too? #ActionFigureBoyfriends

Dean whips out his inner nerd to talk to Jesse. Jesse has got superpowers, see? And it just so happens that Dean and Sam travel the world looking for kids with superpowers to be trained at a secret base in South Dakota. “Like the X-Men?” Hell ya, kid. If...the X-Men wasn’t set in a grand mansion and was instead set in a run-down used car lot. Actually, I would watch the hell out of that.

Jesse smiles at this thought, when Dean gets suddenly tossed against a wall. It’s the demon possessing Julia! She tells Jesse that the Winchesters lied to him, and that she’s his mom. Dean manages to burst out that she’s a demon before she does the psychic equivalent of a throat punch.

For Pinned to the Wall AGAIN Science:

“Everyone lied to you,” the demon tells him. His parents, the Winchesters… “You can do anything you want,” she says. She tries to tap into his anger and lights flare and a fire rages in the fireplace. “Imagine,” she says. “A world without lies.” OMG ANDREW DABB.

Sam admits (from his place pinned to the wall) that they lied. Jesse makes the demon “sit down and shut up,” so that Sam can explain what’s going on. Sam tells him about the apocalyptic war going on, and that the demons want to use him like a pawn. With a sentence, Jesse expels the demon from Julia. “Kid, you’re awesome,” Dean says.

Dean picks up the little trench coat action figure. “He’s kinda a buddy of mine,” Dean says. He asks for Cas to be turned back.

“He tried to kill me,” Jesse spits out. Fair point, though Dean insists that Cas is a good guy - just confused. Dean puts Cas back on the shelf, uh, literally.

Then he tells Jesse that they’re going to take him to Bobby to get trained. “What if I don’t wanna fight?” Jesse asks. GREAT QUESTION, KID. They tell him that demons will be coming for him. Jesse wants to go with his parents but Sam and Dean caution him that his parents might die. (Um. Shouldn’t the risk be their choice? This kid is tiny, cannot make rational choices, and I bet they love him enough to die for him. But ooooookay.)

Jesse heads upstairs to say goodbye to his parents. (I’m shocked that his parents are real and asleep since this is the first time we see them.) In his room, his eyes light upon an Australia poster on his wall.

Sam and Dean, after a long wait, head upstairs. “He’s gone,” Cas announces from behind them. CAS! Cas reports that the town has been set back to rights (mostly) and that Jesse has left. Cas looks repentant. Hmmm perhaps he’ll take this lesson and apply it several seasons later?? Sam finds a note on the bed. Jesse left to keep his parents safe.

Sam and Dean talk about Jesse and how they destroyed his life by telling him the truth about his origin and the apocalypse.

Dean muses, “I'm starting to get why parents lie to their kids. You want them to believe that the worst thing out there is mixing Pop Rocks and Coke. Protect them from the real evil. You want them going to bed feeling safe. If that means lying to them, so be it. The more I think about it...the more I wish Dad had lied to us.” Sam agrees with that sentiment wholeheartedly.

It’s Cas! Now with Real Quoting Action!

All it takes is someone talking about an itch, or thinking about one even, and suddenly you can't stop scratching.

That’ll do, pig!

These days, all they care about are their iPhones and those kissing-vampire movies.

So some freak is gonna come in my room while I'm sleeping and take my tooth? Sounds scary. No, thank you.

What do you know about demons?

You're Superman...minus the cape and the go-go boots.

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The Same Old You: Behind a Photograph

Title: The Same Old You

Chapter 1: Behind a Photograph

Author: Jaroslav Lewis

Fandom: Detective Conan

Pairing: ShinRan with slight KazuHei

Summary: Time has passed for them to believe that they have changed only for them to realize that some things haven't. Some things just don't.

Chapter Summary: She liked photographs. He never did but her habit grew on him. Now, they keep the same photograph to remind themselves of how pictures never change the same way memories don't even if people do.

Disclaimer: This is the first Chapter of the excerpt I posted last week. This contains some side/satellite characters which are my OCs. I don't own Detective Conan and any of Gosho Aoyama's characters. I simply borrow them when I'm bored.

New York, Friday, 8:00 am

He sits back, staring at the pile of case reports on top of his desk, with a mug in his hand. The bitterness of his black, morning coffee wakes him as he takes a sip. The warmth floods his whole system as he drinks. The caffeine starts to kick in and then suddenly, he feels energized and ready to start the day's work.

He takes a small bite out of his cream cheese bagel and then sets it aside together with his coffee mug. With a sigh, he takes one folder, ready to go through with the filing of case reports which he absolutely despises. Then he feels a punch on his shoulder. It doesn't hurt him but it is strong enough to make him flinch and shift his attention to whoever did it to him.

"What the fuck?!" He reacts in full straight English as he stares at the assailant who turns out to be a petite woman with brown hair, tied in a neat pony tail. She is tan, brown-eyed and wore an NYPD uniform. "What the hell's wrong with you, Jess?"

Jess then looks at him furiously with her hands on her waist.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?!" She answers back, this time taking a folder from his desk to hit him with. He raises his arms in surrender, still confused by her sudden attacks. "I can't believe you're ghosting Yejin! What's the matter with you, man?"

Then it hits him. He purses his lips together, thinking as he stares into space. Jess puts the folder back in its rightful place before casually propping her short frame up on his desk so she can sit there. He proceeds to take a file from his desk to promptly scan through it.

"I don't know…" He shrugs. "I guess she's just not it."

Jess furrows her eyebrows in both confusion and frustration.

"You only had one date with her. How could you tell?" She asks looking at him judgingly. "God, Shinichi! You're unbelievable!"

"I don't know, okay? We just didn't click. The chemistry isn't right. I'm sorry." Shinichi apologizes swiftly, brushing off the topic as he starts typing the report on his computer. Jess continues to stare at him, quizzically as if analyzing him.

"Chemistry shemistry. What do you know? You're a detective. Not a scientist! Is she not beautiful enough for you? Was she not a bombshell like I described?" She interrogates like the police officer that she is.

"She's pretty, alright…" Shinichi replies in an apathetic manner as he continues to type on his computer. The case reports suddenly seem interesting to him now.

"Then what's the matter?" Jess presses on. Shinichi then stops typing and leans back to his chair's back rest. He briefly looks at framed picture on his desk. It is a photo of himself with her at the Kiyomizu-dera in Kyoto, from ten years ago.

"Nothing." He answers. "She's great. She seems nice too. But…"

'She's just not her…'

Shinichi shakes his head, avoiding certain thoughts as he leans over his computer to type again and to start working. Jess hops off of his desk but she doesn't leave his cubicle.

"But what?" She asks curiously as she studies his uneasy manner.

"Nothing…" He repeats, avoiding Jess's gaze, hoping that she would just leave him alone but she stays. "I feel nothing…"

Jess shakes her head.

"It's a shame. Yejin was so into you. Can't see why though. You're so cold." Jess comments, teasingly. "You're hopeless. You've practically rejected and broke the hearts of all women here in New York."

"I think that's too much of an exaggeration, don't you think?" He chuckles, half-heartedly.

Suddenly a man in an adjacent cubicle peeks at them. He is in his forties with ashy-gray hair and light skin, his eyes were blue with gray undertones. He has strong features, and looks somewhat intimidating but his smile is kind.

"That's because the one he truly wants isn't in New York…" The man says, joining the conversation. He then disappears for a while as he leaves his cubicle, only to show up, approaching Shinichi's with a bag of jelly donuts which he offers to Jess who takes a piece and to Shinichi who politely declines since he suddenly feels as though he has already lost his appetite after being suddenly put on the hot seat. His bagel and coffee sit on top of his desk to grow cold while he works to get his colleagues off of his hair.

"She's someone you left in Japan. I'm thinking, that girl in the picture." He points to the picture on Shinichi's desk, deducing like a pro as if they are in an actual crime scene. Shinichi laughs with not much energy. He feels like a cornered culprit. His heart aches with nostalgia as he looks at the picture again. He stays silent, not knowing what to say. The man on the other hand has a satisfied smirk on his face. Jess gapes in awe at the deduction and at Shinichi's reaction.

"Wow, Inspector Collins, come to think of it, Shinichi has had that picture since he got here and he has never said anything about it." Jess comments. Shinichi shakes his head disapprovingly, hoping that they'd stop pestering him. He tries to remain focused on his work since he has tons to do, but the image, the memory of her keeps messing with his brain, making him lose focus. Even after ten years, she still has that effect on him.

"So who's she, Shinichi?" Inspector Collins asks. His tone is calm and more concerned and caring. "You're awfully secretive, you know."

"Nothing." Shinichi lies with bad attempt, dismissing their show of interest in his personal life. Even after a long time has passed, he still couldn't get himself to talk about her without getting hurt.

"Nothing huh? But clearly, she's important enough to have her picture sitting on your desk for years…" Jess says, shaking her head in disbelief at how bad a liar Shinichi is.

Shinichi on the other hand, says nothing. He smiles sadly as he looks at their picture together and it takes him back to when they were both so young. It had already been ten years since then, but he remembers it just as if it were yesterday. When he thinks about her, he could still remember how her frame felt against his, how she stumbled and he caught her, saving her from a bad fall. She was tall for an Asian girl but when she stood next to him, she looked like a small fragile being that he wants to protect. He remembers the way her lips felt against his cheek the first time she kissed him when they were in high school. And then everything comes rushing back, he remembers every memory they had, the good and even the bad…

"She was the one who liked taking pictures. I never did but her habit grew on me." He says fondly. He takes the frame in his hand and looks at her. He touches her image through the glass, ever so delicately. "She says she liked pictures so much because they never change, the same way memories don't even when the people in them do…"

Shinichi sighs as he places the picture back carefully in its old and permanent spot on his desk. Jess and Inspector Collins stay silent, marveled at how he has suddenly opened up to them.

"She's sentimental like that." He chuckles, remembering her adorable quirks. "Her name is Mouri Ran. She's my childhood friend and my first love…"

Tokyo, Friday, 10:00 pm

From the different side of the world, she stares at the same picture as she stands in the dim room of her new apartment. She drops her shoulder bag on her desk and she takes off her trench coat hanging it by the chair near her desk. She takes the picture in her hands before dropping exhaustedly on her neatly done single bed, while still in her day clothes.

She sighs as she looks at him, studying his half-startled, half-annoyed candid expression. She looks at how he casually wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Goosebumps creep to her skin as she remembers the feeling of him holding her protectively. She remembers his warmth, his touch and she suddenly feels a need, a deep longing for him.

She can't help but think about him still. She can't deny that she still thinks about him every day and even more after today. She wonders how could ten years pass by already, how could she have aged and changed and deep down she knows that he has already too but despite all that and although she hates to admit it to herself, she is aware that her feelings for him haven't.

It is pathetic for she has tried and tried so many times and she continues to do so but despite all her on-going attempts she still continues to fail, so many times, one "relationship" (if it ever lasted long enough to call it that), one date after the other.

Just a few moments ago she took a chance on another date but it didn't go well, at least on her part. And in a few moments, Sonoko will find out why. She groans at the thought. Sonoko is gonna freak yet again.

Then as if on cue, her smart phone rings and she reaches her pocket to answer it. She finds Sonoko's name on the screen and she groans again because she knows she has to take the call, tell her everything then she'd have to endure her long hours of scolding, lecturing her about her boring, non-existent love life.

Without much of a choice, she accepts the call and brings the phone to her ear. She never got to answer with a hello because Sonoko already starts talking.

"Ran! How was it? Did you have fun? Wasn't he great? Ah tell me everything!" She squeals ever so excitedly. Ran winces. Sonoko's gonna be so disappointed. At loss for words, she stays silent.

"Come on, Ran! Tell me! When's the second date gonna be?" Sonoko pesters impatiently after hearing no response from her friend.

"Please don't get mad…" Ran begins, begging but before she could even continue, Sonoko had already let out a gasp of disbelief.

"For the love of god, Ran! Please don't tell me you're rejecting this one again." Sonoko sighs exasperatedly.

"I'm sorry." Ran apologizes, resting her head on her pillow." It's just not gonna happen."

"But why? Is my taste in men not good enough for you? I've already set you up with a lot of great guys! I'm running out of them!" Her friend complains.

"Well, he's cute, very handsome as a matter of fact but he…" Ran struggles to find a more appropriate, less-brutal comment. "He lacks substance…:"

Ran could imagine Sonoko face-palming at this point. She couldn't help but wince to herself.

"What? Are you saying that he's dumb?" Sonoko asks

Ran stammers and mumbles some incoherent words, feeling very embarrassed at her irrational pickiness.

'And this is why you're gonna die alone.' Ran silently tells herself.

"I didn't say that but for lack of better words, yes. Yes, he kind of is." Ran replies and Sonoko groans in frustration over the line. "He refused going to the abstract art gallery nearby the restaurant because he said it would be boring to look at and that abstract art is so easy that a toddler could make them."

"So, what? He's not perfect. You're just saying that because you have a thing for smart boys!" Sonoko retorts. Ran is about to disagree when she went on rambling. "Not to mention, your great love is such a huge nerd."

Ran's face starts to heat up in embarrassment. Sonoko continues to ramble but she fails to hear her by the sound of her pulse, ringing in her ears as her thoughts drift to the other side of the world, as her thoughts drift back to the past.

Her heart skips a beat remembering his weird quirks, the way he's so passionate about things he wants to pursue, the way his eyes would light up every time he talked about Holmes or about some case he solved. Though Ran is not much of a mystery geek as he is, she'd find herself mesmerized just looking at him just being so driven and passionate. Then she smiles sadly as she thinks to herself how it is one of the reasons why she loved him so but also the main reason why she had to let him go.

"Ran, are you listening to me?" Sonoko says, making Ran snap out from her reverie.

"What?" Ran asks all of a sudden, realizing that she hasn't been paying attention to her concerned friend. Sonoko sighs for the nth time.

"I was saying maybe you're trying to look for something wrong in other guys because you can't find his traits in them…" Her friend explains and it suddenly hits her. "Come on, Ran. There's only one reason. You still haven't gotten over Shinichi even after ten years…"

"That is so not true. Ten years is a pretty long time and I've had some serious relationships after him." Ran says, but her voice sounds more like a defensive squeak rather than a well-constructed argument with conviction, as though she is trying to convince herself rather than reject Sonoko's spot-on conclusion. And it is funny because she's a respected lawyer just like her mother. But alas with such conversation, she would easily lose her composure.

"Please, Ran. Your only serious relationship after Shinichi was with Ryuji-san from college and even then you were still so guarded with him compared to when Shinichi was your boyfriend." Sonoko counters.

"Well, Ryuji turned out to be a cheater so…" Ran reasons, hoping to finally shut Sonoko up and it does for a moment until…

"True. Which takes us back to what we've been talking about earlier.-Shinichi. Call him. I thought you guys broke things off on good terms? Why are you guys cutting each other off of your lives?"

"We're not cutting each other off. We just got preoccupied with things and lost contact with each other. Remember how tough law school was for me? And Shinichi, you know him with all the cases he has to solve besides he already works for the NYPD. He's too busy now. Well, we both are. We have different priorities now."

Ran's heart aches at the thought. Sonoko did have a good point. She and Shinichi used to be so tight, like two peas in a pod. Now, it's just different. She somewhat blames herself. Maybe her mother was right after all.

Falling in love with a detective would do you no good.

And she hit the double whammy since he is also her childhood friend. Now, everything's just in the ruins.

Sonoko is about to say yet another word when a beeping sound on the line interrupted, thereby saving Ran from a longer discussion of her dreaded relationship failures.

"Call waiting. I have to take this. It could be a client." Ran explains to Sonoko and she sighs in defeat.

"Alright. But this isn't over okay? Think about it, okay?"

Ran doesn't promise Sonoko anything and takes the other line. This time she finds Kazuha's name on the screen. Her curiosity grows, she wonders what her Osakan friend could probably be up to at the hour. She hopes that it wouldn't be anything like Sonoko's call earlier.

"Kazuha-chan?" Ran asks in wonder and she hears a delightful squeal from the other end.

"Ran-chan! You would not believe what just happened!" She begins, giggling giddily and excitedly. "Heiji asked me to marry him and I said yes!"

Ran gasps and for a moment she is speechless and feeling all sorts of happy for her friend. She grabs another pillow hugs it as she rolls over her bed with a smile, trying to restrain herself from jumping up and down on it out of excitement. And then she wishes she could fly all the way to Osaka in a second to give Kazuha a big hug.

"I'm so happy for you! Congratulations, Kazuha-chan!" She says and Kazuha lets out another giddy laugh. Ran swears she could hear her blushing. If that is even possible.

"Oh my god. This is such big news! Tell me everything!" Ran demands excitedly.

"Sure! Every detail, but first thing's first…I want to ask you a very important question." Kazuha says. "How would you like to be my maid of honor?"

The question earns a cheerful squeal from Ran.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

New York, Friday, 9:00 am

Shinichi is taking a short break from his work, browsing through the newsfeed of his social media account. He looks bored until something peaks his curiosity. It is a new post from Kazuha. Since she is one of his friends he becomes so interested as he hovers his finger through the touch screen ready to press the reaction button but he reads the caption first.

I can't believe I'm marrying this ahou.

Tagged on the post is his best friend who is none other than Hattori Heiji, his fellow detective who stuck with him through thick and thin back when he encountered trouble with a huge, dangerous syndicate.

His cerulean eyes then focus below Kazuha's post and he sees two pictures. One is of Kazuha's hand with her ring finger bearing an elegant diamond ring and the other is of Kazuha and Heiji together, all smiles and right below the post were comments, one of which immediately caught his attention because of the name of the person who wrote it.

Mouri Ran: Congratulations again! Love you guys so much. Honored to be the maid of honor. Pun intended. LOL

He takes notice of how she flooded the comment with heart emojis. He finds it adorable. He unconsciously smiles and soon his mind is filled with questions. He couldn't believe it. Hattori is finally getting married and not only that, he totally beat him to it when all along, back in the day he really thought…

Suddenly his phone rings and Hattori's name and picture appears on the screen, requesting to video chat with him. Shinichi snaps out from his thoughts and smirks. Typical, Hattori. So he answers, positioning the phone at an angle in which his face could clearly be seen and then he sees Hattori's face through the screen, smiling from ear to ear.

"Not gonna lie. I was actually expecting this call, right now…" Shinichi greets him. "Congratulations, Hattori."

From the other end, Hattori scratches the back of his head sheepishly and laughs.

"Thanks, Kudo. Now that you know, I guess I'll cut to the chase." Hattori says. "Remember when you told me you owe me big time after the syndicate case? Well how about paying your end of the bargain by being my best man on my wedding day?"

"Of course. You didn't have to threaten me with my life-long debt." Shinichi chuckles. Heiji smiles triumphantly.

"Great. So, we'll see you soon?" Heiji reiterates and Shinichi nods.

"Yeah. Keep me posted when you guys think of a date so I could immediately file a leave and book a flight." He reminds strictly.

"Sure thing. Thanks again, man!"

"No problem."

Tokyo, Friday, 11:00 pm

Ran now lies in bed in her pajamas browsing through her phone smiling giddily as she looks through Heiji and Kazuha's photos together. Suddenly she feels a slight pang in her chest. It finally sinks in. Everyone's moving forward but her. Her smile fades and she feels the presence of loneliness. She shakes her head. She is not about to let such thoughts ruin such moment to celebrate her friends' milestone because she genuinely is happy for them. Although at the back of her mind she wonders, would she ever have that kind of relationship in her life? Then she realizes she isn't getting any younger.

Then a ping from her phone distracts her from wondering. She sees a notification on her social media and it opens to reveal that someone "liked" her comment and has commented right next to hers on Hattori-kun and Kazuha-chan's proposal announcement. Her eyes stays glued to the screen as soon as she sees the name and reads his text

Kudo Shinichi: Guess, I'm planning that bachelor party after all. See you soon! Best wishes from the best man.

He ends the text with a winking emoji and Ran chuckles to herself and shakes her head. It is just so typical of him.

'That subtle hint, but dramatic announcement. He still has that charm.' She thinks to herself, contemplating whether or not she should hit him up or wait for him to do so. Her lips curve into a mischievous grin as she presses the like button on his comment.

She decides to be subtle with him too.

AN: Sorry it took a while. Got a little preoccupied at work. Anyway, here's chapter one of the story. Made sudden changes as I was writing it. Originally, I planned to reveal the reason of the break up in this chapter I realized it would ruin the story flow and natural progression because I've decided to do two timelines, two perspectives in one chapter. I felt that an information overload is at risk if I'd stick through the original plan. So, I decided to reveal the past on chapter 2 instead. So stay tuned!

Feel free to tell me what you guys think as well. This would be my first time writing a chaptered fic for the DC Fandom so I'm really hoping it will turn out well. I usually just stick to one shots because I'm afraid I won't be able to commit because I've failed so many times. Hahaha

Anyway, I will be posting this fic on , AO3 (Yes! I finally have one now!) and on tumblr. So if you guys want to follow me or this story, you can pick any options for your convenience.

Fanfiction.net link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13195514/1/The-Same-Old-You AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17626277/chapters/41558528

Will try to update tomorrow, if not maybe a few days later.

It's 6:56 AM here and I haven't slept. So, forgive me if there are typos and grammatical errors, not sure if I proof-read it enough since I'm sleepy. Will go through it again as soon as I get my rest. For now, hope you guys enjoy.

BTW, I've done a playlist for this fanfic. Just so, I'd be able to set the mood while I'm writing it. Tell me if you guys want to know what I listen to while writing this and if you'd like to listen to the playlist while reading it.

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On January 1st, 2016 I promised @cas-watches-over-you a story for the art above (original art post here!!! Give her lots of love! <3) I like to keep promises.

Title: Almost | Ship: Destiel | Words: 4963 | Link to AO3

Summary: Dean finds himself in more and more different situations that always end the same way. He almost kisses Cas. Will he manage to do it in the end?

Dean turns another corner, trying his best to hold his rapid breath. He listens to the sounds in the distance. The fight is raging on. That’s a good sign, but he’s still afraid. He takes a deep breath and starts running again, deeper into the maze of dark tunnels. Sam told him to remember the path, but he can’t think straight. Sure, Cas is an angel, but he’s not at full power. And taking on a whole nest of vamps by himself might not be the best idea.

Dean comes to a crossroad but doesn’t slow down. The closer he gets, the more he just knows where to go, almost like he can feel the angel. He reaches the end of another corridor when a bright light explodes in front of him. He stops and shields his eyes until his surroundings become dark again. It’s silent now. Too silent. Dean lifts his machete, ready to defend himself, and steps around the corner. A big hall opens up in front of him, bodies lying all over the floor, corpses by the look of it.

Dean keeps walking and inspects the closest one. It’s one of the vamps, and although he‘s dead, he still has his head. His eyes are a different thing, though. It’s the same with the next two vamps. It looks like Cas chose the angel way and just burnt them out. Worry grows in Dean. They don’t know how much it affects Cas to use his powers. He told him a thousand times to take it slow. Damn angel. "Cas?!" Dean shouts into the width of the room, his voice coming back from the walls with an echo. "Cas, where are you?!"

It stays silent, and Dean’s heart starts racing again. This time it has nothing to do with the physical strain. Visions of Cas enter his head, bloody, broken. "Cas?!"

Dean shouts the name over and over again, running through the hall, checking every corpse. He has to find Cas. The angel has to be alive. He just has to.

When Dean can’t find Cas, his hand wanders to his phone. He needs help. Sam has to be right behind him. Maybe Cas is with him. He could have zapped out of here, that could have been the bright light. Dean tries to speed dial his brother, but his phone doesn’t have reception. He holds it up over his head, hoping desperately to make it work.

Dean’s face is growing hot; he can feel tears coming. There’s got to be something he can do. He has to find the angel. "Dammit, Cas."

The words just break out of him, only this time, he gets an answer. "Dean?"

It’s just a whisper, but Dean turns to the sound like a sniffer dog. He closes the distance to Cas in three big step and crouches down next to him. His eyes roam over his friend's body, making sure he’s not hurt.

"Cas, are you okay?" Dean asks, carefully taking Cas‘ face in his hands. Cas is covered in blood, but he nods.

"I’m okay.“ With Dean’s help, Cas gets into a sitting position, but as soon as Dean wants to let go of him, he sinks down again. "Or not."

Dean huffs and puts his arms around Cas to cradle him against his own body. "Are you hurt?"

"I don’t think so.“ Cas moves slightly to check himself. "Just exhausted."

"Yeah well, that’s what you get for not listening to me. You should have waited for Sam and me."

Cas disagrees. "The leader was getting away. There was no time."

Dean makes a sound like a growl. Of course, the stupid angel took his words too seriously. „When I said that we have to get him no matter what I didn’t mean for you to sacrifice yourself."

"I’m fine, Dean."

Dean doesn’t want to hear how Cas plays down what he just did. Again. Like he always does. Something hot is burning inside of him, and Dean wishes it was anger. But he knows better, and he might not be able to pretend this time. He’s so afraid to lose Cas that the mere thought is eating him up.

"I was worried." Dean only manages a whisper, and when Cas turns his head to look up at Dean, Dean’s develops a mind of its own. His fingers trail from a scratch on Cas’ forehead over his cheek down to his chin. Cas doesn’t move, and while he keeps looking at Dean, Dean’s eyes wander down to Cas‘ lips. They have something magnetic about them. And Dean is so close already. He leans down and closes his eyes when the tiniest of sounds catches his attention.

It’s not a clear thought but only his hunter instinct when he grabs the machete next to him. He swings it upwards in one swift movement, cutting the vamp who tried to sneak up on them. The vamp stumbles back, but with Cas in his arm, there’s not much more Dean can do. The vampire catches himself quickly and comes closer again, but before he can reach them, there’s a flash of bright light, and he falls to the ground, dead like his companions.

"Dammit, Cas, I told you…" Dean swallows the words when he looks down and finds Cas passed out again. He carefully puts him down to get up. With a sigh, Dean puts the machete on his belt and lifts Cas over his shoulder to finally get out of here. Two corridors later, Sam finds them and offers to carry Cas the rest of the way. Dean accepts. It might be a good idea to put some distance between them. Only now it dawns on Dean what just happened. He almost kissed Cas. Almost.

When Dean wakes up, light is trickling through the curtains, and Dean can feel the soft touch of the morning sun on his skin. He stretches extensively before getting up to take a shower. The water pressure is perfect, and Dean feels ready and refreshed after he toweled himself down. Only when he looks in the mirror and meets the eyes of his reflection, a strange feeling takes hold of him. Like he’s looking at somebody else.

Dean shakes his head and smiles at himself. What a stupid thought. He’s still sleepy, that’s all. He walks back into the bedroom to get dressed which isn’t as easy as one might think. Cas has this bad habit of putting his clothes wherever he wants, preferably on top of Dean’s. Dean rifles through one of the drawers, pushing one of Cas shirts aside when an image crawls into his head. Cas in a beige trenchcoat.

It’s gone as fast as it came and Dean shakes his head again. Where did that come from? After all, he’s pretty sure that Cas hasn’t worn such a coat in his entire life. Dean explains his weird thoughts with last night.

He and Cas have been at Bobby’s, and Ellen made them play a drinking game with Jo. Dean stayed sober, but it still got late till they came home. He only got 5 hours of sleep compared to his usual 8. No wonder he was a little out of it.

Deciding to just roll with it, Dean finally gets dressed and grabs his phone to call Sam. It’s not his brother who picks up though, but his wife. „Hey, Dean!“

„Morning Jess, is Sam around?“

„Sure, I’ll get him.“

Dean can hear her put down the phone and the sound rings loudly in his head. Another picture forces its way into his head, and it‘s way worse than the other one. Jess is pressed against the ceiling, a silent scream on her face and flames all around her.

„Hey, sorry Dean, I’ll be running late. Little Mary wasn’t well this morning, and I just wanted to make sure I don’t leave my wife alone with a sick baby.“

Dean doesn’t answer, the image of Jess still soaring through his brain.

„Dean, are you there?“ Sam asks.

It takes Dean a moment, but he finally manages to answer. „Yes, sorry, I just…“

„You what?“

Dean runs a hand over his face. No more late nights for him. „I guess I had a bad dream and it’s just getting back to me.“

Sam laughs. „Late night at Bobby’s, huh? You’re getting too old for this kind of thing.“

„I guess.“ Dean smiles when he thinks about their plans for today. „But I’m sure as hell not too old for some fishing. And we both know who’s going to bring in the big ones.“

„Oh, you wait. I have some special bait.“

„Finally done something useful with your hair?“

„No, idiot.“

It’s just friendly banter, but the word still sounds wrong. „Jerk,“ Dean exclaims.

„What?“

„It’s supposed to be jerk.“

„Whatever you wanna call yourself. Listen, I’ll just say bye to Jess and the kids an then I’m on my way. See you in a bit.“

Sam hangs up, and Dean stares at the phone. Why did that jerk thing bother him? It must have been part of the dream as well. Dean sighs. It’s high time to get some breakfast. Maybe he’s just suffering from low blood sugar.

Dean walks down the stairs and follows the smell of coffee. The source is a fresh pot in the kitchen, and after Dean poured himself a cup and had his first few sips, somebody enters the kitchen behind him.

„Hi, Dean!“

The words send a shiver down Dean’s spine. Just like with the jerk thing, they don’t seem right. Dean turns around and finds Cas standing at the kitchen table, arranging flowers he brought in from the garden.

It’s a beautiful sight. Cas‘ hair is a ruffled, and he has some earth on his hands and a bit on his cheek because he somehow never manages to stay clean when he does his gardening. His clothes magically survived this time, though. The shirt he’s wearing is one of Dean’s, and even his jeans are clean. „Let me just get cleaned up and I’ll whip up some eggs for you.“

Cas cooking for him? Dean’s stomach turns, and he can’t stop looking at Cas clothes. Everything is in order and still somehow wrong. Cas turns around, wiping his hands on a towel and then he stretches out his arms like he’s presenting himself to Dean. His body seems to flicker at that moment like he’s only a hologram. The image alternates between the Cas before him and one where Cas is wearing this weird trench coat again.

Dean rubs his eyes. He’s awake now. It has to stop. Cas walks over to him, raising his eyebrows. „Are you alright, Dean?“

Even the way Cas says his name is wrong in Dean’s ears. His voice is too high, too happy, too relaxed. There’s no desperation or the heavy weight of someone knowing exactly who you are and what you’ve been through.

Cas puts a hand on Dean’s shoulder, but Dean recoils because it’s the wrong one. Dean looks up, and when he meets Cas‘ eyes, he knows for sure that something is wrong. Cas is looking at him, just touching the surface, not like he usually does, looking through all the layers of bullshit and right into Dean’s soul.

Now everything makes sense to Dean. The whole morning. Bobby, Ellen, Jo, and Jess still being alive. His brother is having a family and enjoying to go on fishing trips with him. Hell, the six hours of sleep should have been a red flag already.

Dean has no idea how he managed to get caught by a djinn again, kind of embarrassing, but at least he knows how to get out. At least in theory.

Cas closed the distance between them, and although he doesn’t look at Dean like he usually does, it’s still not unpleasant, just different. When Cas reaches Dean, he carefully runs a hand through his hair. „Dean, did you sleep alright? You look worried.“

His hand travels down, carefully cupping Dean’s cheek and Dean can feel his insides melt. He knows he shouldn’t, but he still leans into the touch. It makes him wonder if that is what it would feel like if the real Cas touched him like that or if it would feel different like everything else.

But different isn't bad. Dean has a fluffy bed, a nice shower, all his friends, and Cas. Cas, who doesn’t fight, but tends to his garden. Cas, who doesn’t heal his wounds, but makes him breakfast. Cas, who doesn’t disappear on him, but is close. So wonderfully close.

„I just… I had a bad dream.“

Dean does his best to believe those words. This world is real. And the death and destruction is the dream. A bad dream he can leave behind. Cas smiles. „Let me try to make you forget.“

He leans in, and Dean can’t help but stare at his lips. He’s almost kissing Cas. Almost.

Before Cas can reach him, Dean steps away. He would love nothing more than to stay, but this isn’t real, and if there’s just the slightest chance for him to have a first kiss with Cas, he wants it to be real.

“Dean, are you okay?” Sam leans forward in his seat to get a better look at Dean while Dean keeps staring straight ahead at the road.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Sam shrugs. “I know it’s early, but you seem, I don’t know, distracted.”

Knowing his brother, Dean tries to come up with an excuse or Sam will probe him the whole drive. “Just a bad dream.”

“Another one? You’ve been having bad dreams almost every night since we hunted that djinn.”

Dean grunts. Maybe he should have said nothing after all. Now they’re going to have this discussion anyway. “I thought we agreed not to bring that up again.”

Sam gives him an apologetic puppy look. “I just thought…”

“Don’t, okay?! I’m fine.” Dean raises his voice a bit, and his tone tells Sam to let it go.

For a moment it looks like Dean succeeded because Sam is typing away on his keyboard, but five minutes later, he looks at Dean again. “I called Cas. Just in case.”

The mention of Cas’ name spikes Dean’s blood pressure, and his fingers close tighter around the steering wheel. “In case of what? We don’t even know if there’s something supernatural going on.”

“You said there was a case.” Sam raises his voice as well, not taking Dean’s crappy mood any longer.

“Yeah, and you said it might be nothing.”

Sam puts on one of his bitch faces and tries to contain the anger in his voice. “Do you want me to call Cas and tell him not to come?”

“No!” The word shoots out of Dean, and he hates himself for it. After what happened with the djinn, Dean thought it was best to stay away from Cas as much as possible, but they haven’t seen each other in two weeks, and Dean has to admit that he misses Cas like crazy. And it’s not like he can stay away forever. Dean should try to Deal with it.

Lucky for Dean, Sam doesn’t press the issue. He finally keeps quiet for the rest of the drive and soon after, they’re in a room at the place where some of the guests found a mysterious demise.

Dean is checking the mini bar when Sam comes back from the bathroom, taking a critical look around. “Do you think it’s a good idea to stay in the place where three people died?”

“It’s not like we have many options.”

Dean straightens his tie and throws another one to Sam who shrugs in agreement. They’re in a small town in the middle of nowhere, and only a specific type of people come here. Couples.

After a look around the room, Dean shudders. “Let’s just get this over with and get out of here. This place gives me the creeps.”

Sam huffs a laugh. “You’re acting like it’s a haunted house instead of a romantic B&B.”

“Yeah,” Dean squares his shoulders and walks to the door, “same thing.”

They do their usual routine and question everyone of importance. It doesn’t turn up very much, so Dean decides to take a look around while Sam does his beloved research. While trying to avoid all the deeply-in-love-couples, Dean makes his way around the house, discreetly checking his EMF meter. There’s a little bit of activity, but that’s not unusual for a place like this. Eventually, he ends up in front of a room at the end of the last corridor. It’s locked, but it takes Dean only a few seconds to open it up.

Dark, heavy curtains cover the windows, letting only a little bit of light come in from the outside, illuminating the dusty air. Dean scrunches his nose to keep himself from sneezing and walks deeper into the room. Old wooden furniture take up the whole space, probably the former furnishing of the B&B. He’s about to leave the room again when something catches his eye. In one corner stands something big with a white sheet draped over it. Being the horror movie fan he is, he should leave this alone, but a second later he tucks at the sheet and finds a massive mirror under it. So far so good, but he’s not a complete idiot. He gets out his phone and texts Sam where he is. Only then, he takes a deep breath and steps in front of the mirror.

At first, nothing happens. It’s just Dean in his suit, the EMF meter still in his hand. He puts it in his pocket when another person appears. It’s Cas. Dean wants to turn around, thinking that Cas finally arrived to help them with the case, but he can’t. Dean is frozen on the spot and doomed to keep looking.

In the mirror, Cas comes closer to him, and mirror-Dean turns to Cas. Without pause, he embraces him and the scene changes again and again. It’s always Cas and him. At a restaurant eating together, in the bunker watching a movie, in a diner with Sam, at the movies, at a lake fishing, driving in the Impala, being on a hunt, even fighting monsters.

The only difference is how the two of them interact. They are closer somehow like they finally tore down a wall that kept them apart all these years. The last picture Dean sees is the two of them in Dean’s bed in the bunker, kissing and cuddling before they fall asleep.

“Dean, are you in here?” Dean finally manages to turn away from the mirror and almost runs into Sam when he tries to leave. “There you are. Did you find something?”

“No, nothing.” Dean knows it’s stupid to lie about this, but he needs time to process what he just saw. “You?”

Sam looks irritated, but nods. “Rumors are going around about a special mirror. It reads a little like Harry Potter. Apparently, it shows you your deepest desire.”

“A mirror?” Dean screams internally. Of course, he had to bump into precisely the stupid thing they are looking for.

“Yeah, did you see something?” Sam stretches his neck to look past Dean and Dean nods.

“In the corner right there.”

Sam squints and looks at Dean quizzically. “Where? There’s no mirror.”

Dean turns around and can’t believe it. The sheet he pulled away is still on the floor, but the big ass mirror is gone. “It was right here. I just saw it.”

“Did you see it?” Sam’s eyes narrow. “Or did you look into it?”

“Why?”

“The stories go that anybody who looks into it is haunted by what they saw and that the mirror disappears afterward. I’m guessing it's a cursed object.”

“Awesome.”

Dean sighs and Sam furrows his brows. “You looked into it, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did, what do you think?”

Dean can see how Sam is forming a question in his mind and after considering if he should ask, he finally says something. “So, what did you see?”

It’s one of those rare times when Dean gives Sam a bitch face and not the other way around. Sam lifts his hands. “Come on. I just want to know if it might be dangerous. You might go after whatever it is.”

“I’m fine, okay?! Let’s just get rid of this thing.”

Just as he says it, the hairs on his neck stand up and a feeling like electricity tickles all over his body. “Something is coming,” he whispers in warning to Sam, but before his brother can react, another voice cuts the silence.

“Hello, Dean.” The brothers both sigh in relief when Castiel comes closer. “Sam.”

Sam smiles. “Hey, Cas.”

Dean wants to greet Cas as well, but instead of just words, his whole body is longing to get closer and at least hug Cas. Dean does his best not to follow through on the impulse and just nods. Sam gives him a weird look but turns to Cas. “How did you find us?”

“I came here like you told me, and then I followed Dean’s prayer.”

The words earn Dean another questioning look from Sam, so Dean tries to change the subject. “Can we just look for the damn mirror?”

“Sure. Cas, did you bring the book?” Castiel hands a book to Sam who looks pleased. “There should be something in here to destroy the mirror. I’ll take a look, and meanwhile, the two of you can find the damn thing again. It should still be in the house.”

Cas nods and Dean wants to protest, but that would raise questions, both from Sam and Cas. Instead, Dean takes a deep breath and points along the corridor. “Let’s check the rooms up here and then we’ll work our way back down to the basement.”

Sam heads back to the lobby to get comfy with his book while Cas and Dean check the house as discreetly as possible. At least that doesn’t give them much room to be alone, and they split up from time to time.

Dean uses those breaks to get himself under control because his urge to grab Cas and hug him - or do even worse - hasn’t seized at all. Every time Cas throws him a look to signal that they should move on, Dean feels a pull inside of him that forces him to get closer to Cas, and whenever he comes into reach, heat rises in Dean’s body. By the time they reach the basement, Dean is sure he’ll go up in flames any second.

“Dean?” Just the way Cas says his name sends shivers down Dean’s spine and before he can reply, Cas speaks again. “I think I found it.”

Dean follows Cas’ voice and finds him in front of the mirror. His gaze is fixed on his reflexion and Dean wonders if cursed objects work on angels. Maybe not, and Cas wouldn’t see the same thing he did.

Dean pulls out his phone and texts Sam where they are before walking over to Cas who still looks into the mirror. “What is it?”

Finally, Cas turns his head and looks at Dean like he’s seen a ghost. So maybe it does work on angels. Cas’ expression makes Dean curious after all. “What did you see?”

Cas’ eyes flicker back to the mirror. “It’s like a different reality. Where everything is possible.”

Dean should have known. Of course, Cas doesn’t just see something ordinary. There’s probably galaxies in there. Whole new versions of heaven and earth. A place where God hasn’t abandoned them. There’s no place for a simple human.

“We should go and get Sam.” Dean wants to walk away, but Cas’ gaze gets even more intense.

“I see you.”

“Buddy, I’m right here.”

“Not here.” Cas turns to Dean. “In the mirror.”

Dean’s heart skips a beat. What could Cas see in the mirror that involves him? Dean steps closer, and although he knows that he shouldn’t, he can’t help looking in the mirror again. “What do you see?”

“A version of you that’s never been to hell.”

The words sting and Dean takes a step back again. “So what exactly is your deepest desire? A less damaged version of me or that you’ve never met me in the first place?”

“You misunderstand me.” Cas tares his eyes away from the mirror and watches Dean with a worried expression. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. I wish I could have done something sooner. I might have been able to save you before you even went to hell.”

“Hey, you did your part.” This time Dean doesn’t fight the urge to come closer. He didn’t know that Cas felt so upset about it and he wants to make it better. “I’ve never thanked you for that.”

“Dean…” Cas raises his hand in an attempt to stop him, but Dean grabs it instead to shut him up.

“Let me say this, okay? Back then I wasn’t exactly your biggest fan, and yes, God might have told you to get me, but that doesn’t change what you did. There’s a reason why people use the words ‘going to hell’ for somebody, and you actually did it. I was torn, and you put me back together. You still do.”

“Dean…” Cas’ voice is softer this time like he's touched by Dean's sentiment.

Dean cuts him off with a smile and squeezes Cas’ hand. “Thank you.”

Finally, Cas takes the praise, and somehow Dean managed to get even closer to him while they were talking. He knows he should let go of Cas’ hand, but this is nice, it’s what he wants.

He keeps staring at Cas’ eyes like he’s looking into the mirror again. Maybe he could have what he saw; he’d just have to make the first step. Dean leans forward, just a tiny bit, testing the waters. Maybe this time he could finally have what he desires.

“So get this, according to the book it’s pretty easy to get rid of the mirror.” Sam storms into the room with purpose and Dean has to let go of Cas’ hand when Sam hands him a box of salt, his eyes still on the book. “And it’s from the men of letters library, so it’s not just guesswork, but they did it before.”

Only when there’s no reaction from Cas or Dean, Sam looks up. “Are you guys alright?”

“Yeah, sure,” Dean says, not daring to look at Cas. “What do we do?”

Sam runs a finger down the page. “Draw a few symbols on the mirror, surround it with salt and smash it. It’s fairly easy.”

He closes the book with a loud thud and smiles. “Take a long last look because this thing is going down.”

It’s just a phrase, but Dean does take a look, and from the corner of his eye he can see that Cas does, too.

Dean feels like they’ve been through every book in the men of letters library without finding anything. Jody called to ask them for help and Sam enlisted Dean to hit the books with him instead of just driving there.

‘Jody can handle it.’ were Sam’s words and Dean agrees, but he would have liked the excuse to go on the road and kill something. He can’t concentrate on the case anyway.

Since he’s looked in that stupid mirror, he keeps thinking about all the things he could have. And even worse is his memory of his conversation with Cas. He almost kissed him. He can never know for sure, but he thinks he would have done it this time if Sam hasn’t walked in.

But again, he only almost did it. Almost. Why can’t he just freaking do it?

“I thought you might need a refreshment.”

Dean was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice when Cas came in. He’s standing in the doorway with a six pack of beer and a round box that must be pie.

“I’m good for now, thanks.” Sam lifts the beer bottle that’s been sitting on his desk and turns back to his book, but Dean gets on his feet.

There’s a storm raging inside of him, and he doesn’t need the spells of monsters or cursed objects to do what he should have done way sooner. He walks up to Cas, everything finally clear in his mind and not a single speck of doubt in his heart.

Like so many times before he stares into the eyes of his angel and Cas stares back, like he’s waiting for something. So Dean leans in and kisses him.

It’s a soft brush of their lips before they touch their foreheads together and Cas exhales one slow breath just like Dean.

Sam, on the other hand, spits his beer all over his desk and Dean will forever scold him later for ruining the moment. While taking up the books to save them from the spill, Sam keeps staring at Cas and Dean.

“Dean, what the hell?! I thought you were fine. It was the witch from yesterday, wasn’t it? Did she get you with something?”

Dean slowly moves his head away to look at his brother, but still stays close to Cas. “No, Sammy. I don’t need a witch or a djinn or a stupid mirror. That’s all me. I was just so…”

He’s not sure how to finish the sentence, but Cas reaches for his hand with a soft smile and does it for him. “You were so sick of the almost. Me too, Dean.”

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b-earbear · 6 years

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Why dont you have a scent, Cas?

Fanfiction.

By Smak101

Supernatural

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

*****

"How come you don't have a scent?"

Sam has wanted to ask their little angel this question since the first time he came in contact with the heavenly being.

Sam was probably the first to admit that yes, his sense of smell was not the best, ergo, why he always ended up in bed with creatures he and his brother hunt.

Castiel looked away from exploring Deans toiletries bag, "The human sinuses can not handle the intensity of my true scent. Much like my true voice or form."

Dean scoffed, "So that means you're a Beta?"

Castiel set the toiletries down, "No. Other angels can smell my scent."

Dean and Sam shared a glance which went completely over the ravens head.

"Why can't we smell you're vessels scent?" Sam asked changing his shirt.

"A humans scent is a part of their soul. You can not smell Jimmy because he is not in this vessel anymore."

"But we couldn't smell him when you first took control of his vessel, and we found out he was still in there with you," Dean argued.

Castiel nodded, "His soul was still inside but it was not in control. He was on... Vacation. So his scent was not there because it was in the part of his mind where his soul was so it was not in the rest of his body."

Dean looked perplexed, while Sam was going over what the angel had said.

"So you don't have a secondary gender?" Dean asked.

"I do have a secondary gender, the only being in exsistance who doesn't is my Father himself."

"Since angels are such powerful and domineering beings does that make them all alphas?"

"Not quite. We are much like our counterparts, the demons in such way. Angels can be either Alpha or omega. There is no beta in our species. Mostly due to the fact of reproduction. But it also had alot to do with heiarchy. But not many of my brothers or sisters really take our gender into account. That way of thinking stopped around the time Lucifer was put in the cage."

"Wow, so what are you?"

"Do you have to be the same secondary gender as your vessel?"

"No Sam, our genders have no contribution to who we have as a vessel. It does make it more comfortable than if an omega is in an alpha vessel or alpha in an omegas, but in general it does not matter," The angel completely ignored Deans question.

Dean wondered if maybe Cas was trying to avoid answering his question deliberatly. But why?

"I shall try the shower you guys like so much." Castiel says before getting up and going into the bathroom.

Dean and Sam look at each other again.

"He's definatly an alpha," Dean guessed.

Sam shrugged, "I dont know Dean... He might be a omega. You've met Jo, she had all the characteristics of Alpha but she was Omega."

"Come on man. Cas as an Omega?"

***

Dean had just set down his coffee cup when a loud banging came from the Bunkers doors.

Sam glanced at his brother and Dean quickly moved toward a gun while Sam took the demon smiting knife.

They walked slowly as bangs keep coming from the door.

The both stopped in front of the metal doors that reverted loud noise, nodded to each other, their weapons at the ready and quickly opened the door.

It was raining heavily and pitch dark out, but they could make out a shivering form. The rain blocked out its scent so the alphas could not make out who it was.

"D-dean... Sa-am, " the voice choked out between shivers and heaves.

Dean and Sam's eyes widened, that voise was familiar. When the form lifted its soaked head bright watery blue eyes stared at them and Sam was caught off guard with how much like a puppy this guy looked.

"Shit Cas! Get inside!" Dean shouted dragging the intruder inside the bunker. The blond Alpha looked over the soaked angel, "Shit! Man, why didn't you just mojo yourself here? Or at least keep yourself dry?"

Castiels teeth were chattering and Sam found that odd.

Angels don't get cold.

"Can I please change clothes? I do not wish to be in these any longer," Castiel asked and Dean led the angel to a bathroom while Sam went to get him dry clothes.

Both found the whole ordeal weird because shouldn't Cas be able to just zap his clothes dry?

"Here take a shower to get warm. Sam has clothes that he'll leave on the counter, uh when you're done come to the main room so we can, um, discuss this? "

Castiel nodded and begeam taking off his gross clothes and Dean decided it was his time to leave.

In the main room Sam and Dean sat waiting for their Angel buddy.

"What's up do you think? " Sam asked his brother.

Dean shrugged, "Beats me... Somethings wrong though."

"Yeah, he should've been fine coming inside... And he shouldn't be cold at all."

They sat in silence trying to think until the bathroom door squeaked open and Dean and Sam are hit with a slight scent.

Both Alphas nostrils flaired in delight. It smelt like apple, vanilla, cinnimon, and a summer breeze. Fresh ocean waves and freshly cleaned laundry kiust out of the dryer.

Castiel shuffled in the room, Dean sweatpants and Sams sweater pooling around him due to the fact that he was slighter than the other two. For a beta Jimmy Novak was pretty small.

"Cas? What is that smell?"

Castiel tilted his head like he usually does when confused, "I don't understand your question."

Sam chuckled lightly, "Dude, its the best scent I've ever smelt. At least since Jess..."

Realization seems to come over the angel. Because he looked sheepish and sat in his seat when he says, "Yes, I suppose you can smell me now."

"Thats YOU? "Dean asked in awe, both alphas staring at the angel who nodded.

Sam thought aloud, "But your scent can't be smelt cause you're an angel."

Castiel seems to shrink in on himself as he says, voice filled with sorrow, "Not anymore."

Deam and Sam stared at the... Ex angel? in shock.

Castiel wasn't an angel anymore? He was human? What? how the heck is that possible?

"You're... Human?" Dean asked quietly.

He thought back to the time when he was sent to the future by Zachariah. Castiel has been human... He hoped Cas doesn't end up like that this time.

Wait.

This scent is slightly familiar! Yes! He'd smelt it then too. It was mixed with other scents that are not in it any longer but Dean knew that smell. It was Castiels from the future as well.

"So... Does this mean you're second gender is...?" Sam trailed off. He really didn't have the best sense of smell. He can smell stuff really well, he just can't identify it to a gender or usually a thing or person. He knew Deans scent and the impala, as well as Bobbys.

"Omega."

Deans and Sams eye widened even further. OMEGA? Their badass angel was an omega?

"Um... How many omega angels are there?" Sam asked in a strained voice.

"You have only met a few. There are much more Alphas than omegas. Samandriel, Zacariah, and myself."

"That ugly old fart was an o

Omega?!" Dean asked.

"He was but his vessel was an Alpha. That might have been why he was so frustrated all the time."

"You know this actually makes alot of sense. Think about it Dean. Cas is an Omega."

It seemed to dawn on Dean as well.

Castiel was always following orders, the angels that were against him always looked down on him, the angels who did like him looked at him with a slight awe. The Winchesters had thought at the time that it was because he'd defied his orders, but now they realized it was because he was such a powerful Omega. There always was a underlying vibe from Castiel that Sam got from him he was very clingy and always wanting to appease the two Alpha brothers.

"Is that why Balthazar was so attached to you? He was your mate? Or gabriel?" Dean asked in a stiff voice that caused Sam to perk up as well.

Castiel turned a flattering shade of red and didn't make eye contact, "No, but both were courting me before Micheal had taken control of the host."

Sam felt a unsettling feeling that he couldn't place. Dean was growling softly.

Castiel looked at them, "You will not look at me any diffrently will you? My brothers and sisters tried not to, but most failed, that is why me rebelling was such a big deal... Not only had I rebelled but an Omega of all things rebelled."

Sam instantly moved to confort the omega, "Of course not Cas."

Dean nodded in agreement, "You're still a baby in a trench coat."

END

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~ Issue # 3 ~ Book One: Chapter Three: Nobody Believes In The Magic Bullet Anymore ~

PAGE 1, PANEL 1

SPLASH: Full shot of Tom, looking a few years older than we‘ve seen him before. He’s walking down a long, wood panelled, carpeted passageway. He’s dressed entirely in white, his hair brushed back. There’s something sinister about the way he looks here, almost like he’s not himself, like he’s almost an alternate version.

ARTIST NOTE: The panels on pages 1 and 2 are off kilter and overlapping.

PAGE 1, PANEL 2

Three panels on this bottom tier. Similar to the previous panel but now it’s a head to waist shot of him as he continues along the passageway.

MAGELLAN ( O.P ): Ah, Ladies and Gentlemen, if I’m not mistaken our guest of honour is here at last. He has travelled far to be with us tonight, further than I think even he thought possible.

PAGE 1, PANEL 3

Head and shoulders shot of Tom. Something about him is certainly different. In his eyes is the slightest tinge of yellow, of Dark Magic.

MAGELLAN ( O.P ): He has suffered more than most, but rest assured those who have opposed him will soon suffer more at his hand.

PAGE 1, PANEL 4

Head to waist shot of Tom from behind, stood outside a pair of study doors.

MAGELLAN ( O.P ): If not for him this war would have been lost. So please, my friends raise your glasses to a true hero, the young man who saved the Masque of Magellan, destroyed the Byzantine Academy, and who restored magic to its rightful place in the world.

PAGE 2, PANEL 1

FULL PAGE SPLASH: Interior shot of the study. Arched mullioned windows, wood panelled walls, mirrors and paintings, with a long wooden dining table at its centre. Sat at the far end is Magellan. Late 30’s in appearance, dark eyes, brushed back dark hair, with a thin, clipped beard. He is also dressed entirely in white.

On each side of the table are sat six figures, also in white, some wearing masks that are tribal in design, others wearing the kind worn at a masked ball. Each of them is holding up a wine glass and are turned to Tom, toasting him. Magellan is the only one without a glass. He simply sits there, watching them with satisfaction.

ARTIST NOTE: The speech bubbles for each member can either be represented as individual dialogue or singular in the centre of the panel.

THE TWELVE: All Hail Thomas Hyde.

PAGE 3, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Head and shoulders semi-profile shot of Tom waking from the dream. His head rising up from the pillow, his forehead dripping with sweat, his eyes wide open with shock of it. He’s about 15 years old, a few years into his time at the Byzantine Academy. On the wall behind him is a calendar, instead of dates the words ‘Way Back When.’

TOM: No!

PAGE 3, PANEL 2

Three panels on this bottom tier. Exterior shot of the Academy’s clock tower, with its roof and spires, and the Manhattan suburbs and the blue of the morning sky seen in the background of the panel.

ELIJAH (O.P): I thought I’d find you up here. You missed assembly.

PAGE 3, PANEL 3

Closer shot of the tower now with a full shot of Tom and Elijah on its balcony.

ELIJAH: Zek and Zoe said you were up pretty early. Bad dreams?

TOM: How did you know?

ELIJAH: Let’s just say I recognise the signs.

PAGE 3, PANEL 4

Full shot of them from behind, with the inner side of the clock face on the left of the panel and its interior workings in the foreground.

TOM: I dreamt about Magellan.

ELIJAH: Well, I suppose that shouldn’t be so surprising, he killed your parents after all. Frankly, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner.

PAGE 4, PANEL 1

Three panels on this top tier. Similar shot of them to page 3, panel 4.

TOM: I’ve dreamt about him before.

ELIJAH: You have?

TOM: Yes, but it was more like memories then, from when I was a baby.

PAGE 4, PANEL 2

Full profile shot of them standing on the balcony with Tom in the foreground.

ELIJAH: But last night was different?

TOM: Yeah, I was older, well, a few years anyway. And I wasn’t really me.

ELIJAH: What do you mean?

PAGE 4, PANEL 3

Similar to the previous panel but now it’s a head and shoulders shot.

TOM: I think I was the bad guy.

ELIJAH: The bad guy?

TOM: It felt like I was on Magellan’s side.

PAGE 4, PANEL 4

Two panels on this bottom tier. Similar to panel 3 but a head to chest shot.

ELIJAH: But that would never happen.

TOM: No, never.

PAGE 4, PANEL 5

Overhead shot of them with a raven flying in the foreground of the panel.

ELIJAH: Well then, it’s a good thing it was just a dream.

PAGE 5, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Head and shoulders semi-profile shot of Jeremiah waking up in the Plymouth. P.O.V is through the glass of the passenger window. Written in the dust on it is ‘19 Years Later.’

JESSE ( O.P ): Hey sleepy head, you dozed off. We’re here.

JEREMIAH: Here? Here where?

PAGE 5, PANEL 2

Page width panel. Full shot of the Plymouth in the parking lot of a rundown looking motel, on the outskirts of a typical small town. The vertical motel sign is in the foreground on the left of the panel.

JESSE: Sweet Water, been kind of home for a while now.

JEREMIAH: What? You were supposed to just drive north.

JESSE: I did, Sweet Water is north. I just thought a little stop off on the way wouldn’t hurt. You know, for a bad ass you sleep like a baby.

JEREMIAH: I am not a bad ass. I’m just efficient. We need to keep moving.

PAGE 5, PANEL 3

Two panels on this bottom tier. Head to chest semi-profile shot of Jesse in the foreground looking out the window with Jeremiah in the background of the panel. P.O.V is from outside through the glass.

JEREMIAH: Have you forgotten what happened at the diner?

JESSE: I ain’t forgotten nothing, if anything it remined me what’s important.

PAGE 5, PANEL 4

Similar to the previous panel but now a closer head and shoulders shot.

JESSE: Shouldn’t be too much of a problem though. I just drove through the entire town, right down main street and no one’s home.

PAGE 6, PANEL 1

SPLASH: Head to waist shot of Jesse and Jeremiah now stood in the town’s main street, both of them stood in the middle of the empty road, the Plymouth parked nearby. Behind them are empty shops, a gas station, a church, as well as bill boards and a water tower.

The title Book One, Chapter Three: Nobody Believes In The Magic Bullet Anymore is written on the bill board that’s the closest to them.

JESSE: This is wrong. This is very wrong.

JEREMIAH: Maybe you agree now that this wasn’t such a good idea.

PAGE 6, PANEL 2

Two panels on this bottom tier. Head to chest semi-profile shot of Jeremiah.

JEREMIAH: Jesse?

PAGE 6, PANEL 3

High view of Jeremiah in a full shot stood alone in the empty street.

JEREMIAH: Damn it.

PAGE 7, PANEL 1

Three panels on this top tier. Exterior shot of the front of the Byzantine Academy with the main gates in the foreground. It’s snowing and the words ‘Way Back When‘ are written into the snow.

ZEK ( O.P ): I can’t believe this is happening.

ZOE ( O.P ): Me neither, it’s just … it’s so awful, Zek.

PAGE 7, PANEL 2

Full shot of Tom with Zek and Zoe, with Jobe nearby. They’re stood in one of the Academy’s snowy courtyards, dressed in winter coats.

TOM: What is it? What’s wrong?

ZOE: Didn’t you hear?

TOM: Hear what?

PAGE 7, PANEL 3

Similar to the previous panel but now it’s a head to waist shot of them.

ZEK: They planted a bomb in the London Academy, killed a whole bunch of people.

TOM: Who did? Why?

ZOE: We did, well Magic Kind anyway. Some say they were supporters of Magellan, others think that it was Normals who did it.

PAGE 7, PANEL 4

Two panels on this bottom tier. Over head shot of them in the courtyard.

TOM: They didn’t say anything at assembly.

ZEK: It only happened last night, Ministry’s probably figuring things out.

ZOE: I’m sure they’ll tell us when they know what’s going on.

PAGE 7, PANEL 5

Head to chest shot of Tom now turned away with a head to waist shot of Zoe behind him. It’s clear he’s troubled by this turn of events.

ZOE: You okay?

TOM: Yeah, I just thought they would have told us something.

PAGE 8, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Exterior. Wide shot of the Academy’s frozen lake and the surrounding snowy grounds. On the left of the panel is a full profile shot of Tom and Jobe. On the right of the panel is Michael Valentyne. He is early 30’s in appearance. He’s based on how Stephen Dorff looked like as Deacon Frost in the original Blade. He’s wearing a dark blue trench coat over a black shirt and trousers.

CAPTION: Later.

TOM: Professor Valentyne.

VALENTYNE: Hello Tom. Can we speak?

JOBE: Tom?

TOM: It’s okay, I’ll catch up.

PAGE 8, PANEL 2

Page width panel. Full profile shot of them now only a few feet apart, facing each other with Jobe walking away in the background.

VALENTYNE: You know it was inevitable, right.

TOM: What was?

VALENTYNE: The attack on the Academy in London. This isn’t something new Tom, this is something that’s been coming for a long time.

PAGE 8, PANEL 3

Two panels on this bottom tier. Full profile shot of their reflections and the morning sky distorted in the frozen surface of the lake.

TOM: They knew it was coming?

VALENTYNE: The signs were there for years. They chose to ignore them.

TOM: When you say years, how long do you mean?

PAGE 8, PANEL 4

Forehead to chin semi-profile shot of Valentyne, his expression thoughtful.

VALENTYNE: Decades, centuries. This fight has been going on ever since the Normals first became aware of our kind. It’s never stopped.

PAGE 9

FULL PAGE SPLASH: No panels on this page, instead it’s a series of borderless images, each are depicting just how much Magic Kind has been used and marginalised throughout history by the Normals.

ARTIST NOTE: Images 1 to 5 are to be read in a clockwise direction.

CENTRE IMAGE.

Head and shoulders semi-profile shot of Valentyne in the centre of the page.

IMAGE 1.

Full shot of British soldiers in World War I charging across the muddy flats of No Man’s Land. Some hold rifles but others are Magic Kind and have the familiar blue magical light in their palms.

VALENTYNE: Ever since the first of them knew we existed it’s been the same thing, over and over, time after time, an endless cycle.

IMAGE 2.

Full shot of two adults and a child stood behind a barbed wire fence, their figures draped in deep shadow against a foreboding grey sky.

VALENTYNE: We have been constantly marginalised by the governments of the world. They‘ve used us in their wars, then abandoned us.

IMAGE 3

A Magic Kind is stood before Joseph Stalin, a ball of blue fizzing energy in her hand as she consults with him in a regal looking setting.

VALENTYNE: They abused their power as we retreated from society, little better than refugees as we live on the fringes of their world.

IMAGE 4.

Head and shoulders semi-profile shot of a government agent, mostly in shadow, dragging on a cigarette. He’s stood outside an observation window looking into a room beyond with a young Magic Kind firing a blue blast of energy at a body shaped target at its end.

VALENTYNE: We will only ever be lesser to them, Tom. They will never see us as equal.

PAGE 10, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Full shot of them stood by the frozen lake, the P.O.V now from the opposite side, looking across at them over the ice.

TOM: I haven’t really seen much of it to be honest, all I know is our world.

VALENTYNE: Yes, Elijah has kept you protected, but I wonder has he kept you insulated too. His intention is commendable but with each passing day our worlds grow ever closer. We can’t avoid it.

PAGE 10, PANEL 2

Two panels on this tier. Head to chest shot of Valentyne from behind, with a full shot of Tom facing him and the grounds behind.

VALENTYNE: You have a question?

TOM: Who do you believe planted the bomb at the Academy, them or us?

PAGE 10, PANEL 3

Head and shoulders semi-profile shot of Valentyne looking upward.

VALENTYNE: Them or us? An interesting turn of phrase. In the end it doesn’t matter. We hurt them, they hurt us, and so it goes on.

TOM: Has it always been this way?

PAGE 10, PANEL 4

Two panels on this bottom tier. Full profile shot of them now stood on the edge of the frozen lake and turned toward the ice itself.

VALENTYNE: Mostly, though there’s a few times when it almost changed. Tom, what does the date November 22nd, 1963 mean to you?

TOM: It was the day John F Kennedy was shot, wasn’t it?

PAGE 10, PANEL 5

Similar to the previous panel but now a closer shot of them. No border on this panel, the snow merging with the white of the page.

VALENTYNE: It was. It was also the day our best hope for peace died.

PAGE 11, PANEL 1

Half page panel. Exterior shot of an old bookshop on the main street of Sweet Water. Full shot of Jesse stood in front of the partly open door. There’s litter in the road and an abandoned bicycle. In the foreground is an empty car. On its windscreen is a flyer under the wiper, and written on it are the words ’19 Years Later.’

JESSE: What the hell happened here?

PAGE 11, PANEL 2

Three panels on this vertical tier. Full shot of Jesse coming through the front door. The interior is draped in shadow. In the foreground is a counter with an open ledger on it and a mug of coffee. On the right of the panel is a wooden spiral staircase just in sight.

JESSE: Hello, anyone home?

PAGE 11, PANEL 3

A overhead view of her now cautiously coming up the spiral staircase.

JESSE: Mrs Peabody?

PAGE 11, PANEL 4

Full semi-profile shot of her on the landing, opening the door to her room, which is basically just a bed, a wardrobe and a dresser/ mirror.

JESSE: Home sweet rented home.

PAGE 11, PANEL 5

Two panels on this bottom tier. Full profile shot of her stood before the dresser. The top drawer is open and in her hand she’s holding the same NASA base ball cap we saw her wearing in issue # 1.

PAGE 11, PANEL 6

Close up of her holding an old photograph in her hands. In it she’s 10 yrs old, her parents stood with her, pulling her tight to them. With them in the photograph is her 16 yr old brother, Lincoln.

PAGE 12, PANEL 1

Three panels on this top tier. Full shot of Jesse reflected in the dresser mirror as she plucks a photo of her and Clara off it. She’s now wearing a baseball jacket, plaid T-shirt, along with the NASA cap.

PAGE 12, PANEL 2

Head and shoulders semi-profile shot of her glancing behind herself as she hears someone speaking her name, her eyes narrowed. The disembodied word balloon is a transparent grey in colour.

VOICE: Jesse.

JESSE: Hello?

PAGE 12, PANEL 3

Full shot of Jesse at the top of the staircase, looking down into the shop.

JESSE: Mrs Peabody? Is that you?

VOICE: Jesse.

PAGE 12, PANEL 4

Insert.

ARTIST NOTE: The panel 4 insert is in the top left hand corner of panel 5.

Head to waist semi-profile shot of Jesse as she cautiously opens the door.

JESSE: Okay, okay, I can hear ya. Where you to? Just show yourself, will ya …

PAGE 12, PANEL 5

SPLASH: In the foreground are the spectral, transparent figures of the town’s people. They’re pale and a ghostly blue in colour. Men, women and children, and even cats and dogs too. All of them walking along the street as they speak her name. In the background is a full shot of Jesse in the doorway of the bookshop, holding the door open, her expression a mixture of shock and confusion.

JESSE: Ah okay, what the actual fuck?

TOWNSPEOPLE: Jesse. Jesse. Jesse …

PAGE 13, PANEL 1

Two panels on this top tier. Full shot of Tom and Valentyne from behind, now walking away through the snowy grounds with the lake in the foreground. Written in the snow are the words ‘Way Back When.’

VALENTYNE: Have you heard the single bullet theory, the theory of the magic bullet?

TOM: We did it in history.

PAGE 13, PANEL 2

Head to waist profile shot of them passing a fountain with frozen water.

VALENTYNE: Then you know the Warren Commision postulated that only three shots were fired and one of those bullets, Exhibit 399 apparently wounded Governor Connally and killed Kennedy and in order to do so somehow defied the accepted laws of physics.

PAGE 13, PANEL 3

Page width panel. Full shot of them walking up a flight of wide stone steps. Our view of them looking down from a veranda. In the background are the snowy grounds with students stood about.

TOM: You don’t believe Lee Harvey Oswald shot the president?

VALENTYNE: Oh no, he shot him alright. I’m simply saying he had help.

TOM: Help? From who?

PAGE 13, PANEL 4

Two panels on this bottom tier. In the foreground is a head and shoulders shot of someone watching them as they enter the Academy.

VALENTYNE: From us.

TOM: What?

PAGE 13, PANEL 5

Head to chest semi-profile shot of Elijah watching them, clearly concerned.

PAGE 14, PANEL 1

Three panels on this top tier. High view of them walking along a wood panelled corridor, sunlight falling in through high arched windows.

VALENTYNE: In 1963 Kennedy was about to push a major Bill of Rights through regarding all Magic Kind. This wasn’t widely known but he was sympathetic to us. This Bill of Rights proposed that Magic Kind formerly be given equal rights in all aspects of society.

VALENTYNE: Needless to say there were powerful elements within his administration that were greatly concerned by this. It would have changed everything. So, they used our fear, our distrust.

PAGE 14, PANEL 2

Head to chest profile shot of them with Tom in the foreground. They are passing the open doors of the Assembly Room, with its long tables, raised altar area, high arched windows and hanging chandeliers.

TOM: How?

VALENTYNE: They convinced the more radical among us that Kennedy was actually pushing for the use of magic to be outlawed and that every one of us would have to register as Magic Kind by law. They planted just enough evidence to suggest Kennedy was the enemy.

PAGE 14, PANEL 3

Full shot of them walking up a wide wooden carpeted staircase. Our view of them is looking down at them from the upstairs landing.

TOM: Are you saying they recruited Oswald?

VALENTYNE: Not exactly, Oswald was a whack job. He always had his own agenda. They just nudged him along, helped him achieve what he needed, positioned him just right, tweaked the circumstances just enough to make sure that bullet found its target.

PAGE 14, PANEL 4

Three panels on this bottom tier. Full profile shot of them facing each other at the top of the stairs with an historical portrait behind.

TOM: So the Magic Bullet was actually magic?

VALENTYNE: After a fashion, yes. Oswald fired that shot but we helped it along. Not that anyone believes that anymore. It’s been officially denied so many times its become just one more theory among many.

TOM: Are you saying the Ministry has been keeping all of this secret?

PAGE 14, PANEL 5

Head to chest semi-profile shot of him looking back at Tom as he departs.

VALENTYNE: I’m saying it is built on a foundation of lies. Nothing is ever what it seems, Tom, trust your own counsel, not theirs.

PAGE 14, PANEL 6

In the foreground is a full shot of Tom from behind in the foreground as he watches Valentyne walking away down another corridor.

PAGE 15, PANEL 1

Half page panel. In the foreground is a full shot of the ghost like figures of a woman and her child and stood on the sidewalk in the background is Jesse. ‘19 Years Later’ is written on a lamp post fly poster.

JESSE: What the hell is this?

PAGE 15, PANEL 2

Two panels on this vertical tier. Full shot of her reacting as another ghost like figure, an old man in lumber clothes and cap passes through her. Her expression is a mixture of surprise and disgust.

JESSE: Eww, Je-sus.

PAGE 15, PANEL 3

Head to chest shot of her reaching out and putting her hand into his ghost like figure, his image shimmering like water as she does so.

JESSE: God damn it, I hate this weird shit.

PAGE 15, PANEL 4

Two panels on this vertical tier. Full shot of her stood in the middle of the street, looking at a trail of the figures passing in the foreground.

JESSE: Where ya all going?

PAGE 15, PANEL 5

Full shot of her from behind, now stood near the trail of figures, who are gathering as they head toward something at the end of town.

PAGE 15, PANEL 6

Half page panel. In the foreground is a head to waist semi-profile shot of the figures gathered together, looking up at something, with a shot of Jesse behind them in the background, also looking up.

JESSE: Ah crap …

PAGE 16, PANEL 1

FULL PAGE SPLASH: Full shot of Jesse from behind with a wide view of the edge of town and the desert beyond. Just up ahead of her are the massing ghost like figures of the townspeople. Against the morning sky is a huge mist like veil that looms over them as they are walking into it freely. In the mist of the veil are the blurred shadowy images of more people already within, some of their faces and fingers pressing against what appears to be some kind of membrane, their faces distorted, mouths open and clearly trapped.

JESSE: … What the god damn fuck is that thing?

PAGE 17, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Full shot of Jesse stood among the ghost like people, who have now grown in number and she’s pretty much surrounded.

JESSE: This is all kinds of wrong.

PAGE 17, PANEL 2

Page width panel. Similar to the previous panel but now in the foreground is the familiar form of Mrs Peabody, an elderly, mid 70’s, frail looking woman, dressed in old fashioned clothes with spectacles.

JESSE: Mrs Peabody? Mrs Peabody, hey, wait up!

PAGE 17, PANEL 3

Page width panel. Head to waist shot of Jesse close to her, reaching out to put her hand on her shoulder, but it goes straight through.

JESSE: Damn it, whole place is like Spooksville.

PAGE 18, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Full shot of Jesse now stood in front of Mrs Peabody, stood in front of her, walking backwards, trying to dissuade her.

JESSE: Just hold up, I gotta feeling going in there ain’t gonna be anything good.

PAGE 18, PANEL 2

Page width panel. Similar to the previous panel but now it’s a head to chest shot of them. Jesse hasn’t noticed the mist just behind.

MRS PEABODY: Jesse.

JESSE: Yeah, it’s me, Mrs Peabody, it’s Jesse Miller, I live above the shop, remember. If you go in there I’m pretty sure you’re gonna end up …

PAGE 18, PANEL 3

Page width panel. Full shot of Jesse on her own now stood in the middle of a vast white void, looking insignificant and small and lost.

JESSE: … trapped.

JESSE: Shit.

PAGE 19, PANEL 1

Half page panel. Tom is stood on a small stone bridge that crosses over a frozen pond. Snow is gently falling. On the right of the panel Elijah is stood on the path that leads up to the base of the bridge. Written in the snowy bank are the words ‘Way Back When.’

ELIJAH: Good morning, Tom.

TOM: Morning.

ELIJAH: Correct me if I’m wrong but did I se you talking to Professor Valentyne the other day. I didn’t realise he taught any of your classes.

TOM: He doesn’t.

PAGE 19, PANEL 2

Two panels on this vertical tier. Similar to the previous panel but now Elijah is stood next to Tom and both are looking down at the pond.

ELIJAH: I see, how did you get to talking then?

TOM: I’m not sure, we were by the lake. I was worried about the bombing in London, we just got talking, I think he was trying to help.

PAGE 19, PANEL 3

Head to chest semi-profile shot of Elijah, in thought, frowning heavily.

ELIJAH: Tom, perhaps you should …

PRESTON ( O.P ): Professor Snow?

PAGE 19, PANEL 4

Two panels on this vertical tier. Head to chest shot of Preston, a student, from behind, stood on the snowy path that leads to the bridge, with a full shot of Elijah and Tom on the bridge facing him.

ELIJAH: Yes, what is it, Preston?

PRESTON: It’s Magellan, sir. It looks like he’s attacked Washington.

PAGE 19, PANEL 5

Head and shoulders face on shot of Tom, his face full of shock and concern. TOM: What does this mean?

PAGE 19, PANEL 6

Half page panel. Head and shoulders semi-profile shot of Elijah, partly in shadow, covering half his face, illustrating the darkness he feels.

ELIJAH: It means, Tom, things just got a whole lot worse for all of us.

PAGE 20, PANEL 1

Page width panel. Full shot of Jesse approaching through the wispy like mist of the veil. Written in the mist are the words ‘19 Years Later.’

JESSE: This, Jesse Miller, was not one of your better ideas.

PAGE 20, PANEL 2

Page width panel. Head to waist semi-profile shot of her in the mist, in the background a desert landscape has begun to faintly form.

JESSE: Yup, not one of your better ideas at all.

PAGE 20, PANEL 3

Two panels on this bottom tier. Head and shoulders semi-profile shot of her glancing behind herself as she hears a very familiar voice.

LINCOLN ( O.P ) Yeah, ya always did like to jump in feet first, J.

PAGE 20, PANEL 4

Face on head to chest shot of her, now looking at the source of the voice, her shock at looking at the impossible is palpable in her expression.

JESSE: No … You’re dead. It ain’t possible.

PAGE 21, PANEL 1

FULL PAGE SPLASH: Jesse’s P.O.V. We’re on a hill now, overlooking Jesse’s old home town as seen in issue # 1. It’s the past though and it’s lit up under the night sky. Stood in the foreground is Lincoln Miller, Jesse’s dead brother, looking very much alive, 16 yrs old, wearing the same NASA cap as her, an old LA Lakers T- shirt, denim jeans and trainers and holding a base ball bat, his figure ethereal against the town, the desert and the sky of stars.

LINCOLN: Well, that’s kinda the thing when ya step beyond the veil, little sis, the rules about what’s possible and what’s not really don’t apply.

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