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sometimesanalice · 7 months

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In a Place Just Right

Summary: It's your first year hosting Thanksgiving in San Diego for the Daggers and Bradley can tell you're a little nervous about it. But he already knows it's going to be one for the books, because any holiday spent with you better than anything he could have imagined.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 5K

Warnings: fluff and allusions to smut (minors dni)

(author's note: this fic is set in the 'Like I Can Universe', but can be read on it's own! Happy Thanksgiving, friends!)

For the last six years Penny has been the one to host Daggersgiving, but this year hostess duties had fallen on your plate. Needless to say, Bradley knew you were more than a little stressed about it.

When you had asked him about his opinion on the merits of canned cranberry sauce versus homemade he’d blinked at you a few times before asking, “Is this a thing people care about?”

He’ll never forget how adorably aghast you looked to learn that he had no preference on the matter. And maybe if you had asked him when the sun was up instead of at 3 AM he might have known better than to give you such a noncommittal answer.

“Both, we’ll have both,” you’d stated resolutely.

“Whatever you want, kid," he’d murmured as he’d pulled you to his chest and wrapped an arm around your stomach. His smart and beautiful wife. "Now go back to sleep, you’re supposed to be dreaming of sugarplums not cranberries."

“Wrong holiday, Bradley,” you’d sighed contentedly, relaxing against him. And it hadn’t taken you long to fall back asleep with that cranberry crisis having been averted.

But now people were due to show up in less than an hour and you are frantically fluttering and huffing around the kitchen like a madwoman in a very pretty green dress, "I knew that quickie was a bad idea. You're never quick, Bradley."

He’d been away and missed many holidays over the years due to his career.

Your mom had always made it clear that he had an open invitation to join in whatever merry festivities were happening with your family, but more often than not it rarely aligned with him being stationed all over the world. But he’d always been happy to get to have a phone call with you and eat the homemade cookies you’d sent him on those years spent apart.

But now Bradley got to look forward to spending every holiday with you in the home you shared with him.

Over the last week the house had slowly but surely transformed into something that was straight out of a magazine.

There was a display of pumpkins, ribbons, and a garland of strung dried orange slices that decorated the fireplace. And overpriced candles from your favorite store flickered cheerfully on every surface that wasn’t a fire hazard to a bunch of enthusiastic Naval aviators. The dining table was dressed up to the nines and everyone spot with their names painstakingly written in your pretty script on a place card sitting in a pinecone.

You had even made some oversized confetti in the shape of oak leaves out of some old books, the copy of ‘Why Men Love Bitches’ that Nat had given him years ago as a joke was finally repurposed and recycled into something more festive over where the beverages had been set up.

The whole house smells amazing. Warm cinnamons and nutmegs mixing with bright citrus and rich vanillas. The kitchen island and countertops were filled with various plates and platters and bowls of dips, charcuterie, fruit and vegetables, nuts, and other savories. All the other dishes were being kept warm in the ovens for when everyone arrived and was ready to settle around the dining table for dinner.

Bradley was positive that no one would leave feeling hungry. He also wasn’t entirely sure where the things his friends are bringing were going to go, but there were worse problems to have.

Penny had taken Amelia with her to visit her family on the East Coast. They’d decided it would probably be better for Mav to hang back in San Diego for the holiday, those tensions with her dad were still a bit strained even though they’d been married for almost four years now.

Which is how the Bradshaw’s were hosting their first Thanksgiving for everyone.

This morning had been organized chaos. Some of the last minute-things had only managed to be checked off with the assistance of strong coffee and a good playlist.

However, he’d still managed to sneak in the opportunity to spin you around the kitchen to your wedding song when it came up on shuffle. After all the cranberries were still popping and boiling down; there was time for it, he'd always make time for it.

But that was then.

Now, you are glaring at him like you’d been personally victimized by him and his cock.

“You complaining, sweet girl?” he asks with a smirk, leaning his hip against the kitchen island watching as you briskly stir the gravy heating up in the copper sauce pot on the stove. “Don’t think that’s what I was hearing thirty minutes ago when we had that pretty green dress of yours bunched around your hips. Sounded something like ‘more, Bradley, more’ to me.”

You shoot him a look that would make a weaker man wither, but he’s built up an immunity to it over a lifetime of having it directed at him.

“I think that’s quite enough out of you,” you reprimand, but he sees the amusement in your eyes even as you fight to keep the annoyed façade on your face. “We’re behind schedule now. I thought I buffered in enough time, just in case-”

“Just in case you begged me to give you an orgasm to, and I quote, ‘help me chill out’?”

“I was kidding,” you say, stopping your agitated whisking to go fluff the stuffing instead.

“All I’m saying is that if my beautiful wife is begging for me, I’m certainly not going to say no. I’m only human,” he says with an all too pleased shrug.

Bradley grabs the can opener and works on opening the canned cranberry sauce. He reaches for a couple plates, holding them up for your approval and you point to the one on the right. The scalloped white one with gold rim it'll be.

“For the record, I certainly did not beg,” you say primly, glowering into the homemade stuffing that you’d had him get the bread from the nice bakery across town for.

“Sure, sure,” he drawls, the smirk growing wider on his face as he sets to freeing the jelly from its rippled container.

He knows he shouldn’t tease you right now, but you’re so cute when you get huffy that he can’t help himself. He’s known that petulant raise of your chin his whole life. And sometimes when he looks at you he can so clearly see the little girl he’d been forced to entertain for hours when your moms were hanging out.

You went from being his favorite nuisance to his best friend to his everything.

“Do I still look ok? Or do I need to do a quick refresh before everyone gets here?” you ask. You turn to fully face him, tilting your head one way and then another for his inspection.

He would happily stare at you all day if you’d let him. He loves your pretty eyes and what you’ve done with your hair.

“You’re beautiful,” he grins, “And if anyone asks, we can just say you’re flushed from all the cooking.”

“Bradley,” you whine setting down your wooden spoon down on the counter with a sharp thwack.

“Ok, ok. I’m done, I promise,” he says putting his hands up in surrender with a chuckle.

He pushes off the counter and grabs a glass off of one of the floating shelves and fills it with some ice water.

“Good,” you tut haughtily, as you fiddle with the white and orange striped kitchen towel hanging on the oven door, “I was about to threaten to make you sleep on the couch tonight.”

“You wouldn’t.” Even the thought of it makes his stomach feel unsettled.

After nearly two decades of hard beds on foreign bases and on lumpy carrier mattresses, he’s never slept as well as he did since the two of you found your way to each other.

His peace was found under a fluffy green duvet on a wooden canopy bed with you tucked under his arm.

“No. No, I wouldn’t,” you agree, leaning in to place a soft kiss to his cheek in thanks when he presses the cold glass into your hands.

Bradley tugs you away from the warm stove and you reluctantly follow and sit on the barstool he’s pulled out for you on the other side of the kitchen island.

He runs his hand up and down your back comfortingly as you take a few sips, “We’re in a great place, sweet girl.”

“Mhm, yeah. Sure, of course.” You couldn’t sound less unsure if you tried. “It’s just… I’m nervous about the mushroom and leeks bread pudding. I’ve never made it before. And what if we run out of wine?”

“What’s been our motto?” he asks, taking over the helm at the stove whisking the gravy together as it begins to thicken.

“‘In Ina we trust’,” you say with a serious nod of your head.

“Atta girl, we sure do. And Nat said she’s is bringing a few bottles she picked up from when she went to Napa, the good shit. It’s going to be great. Trust me,” he says giving you a warm smile. “Will it make you feel better to go over everything again?”

“Yes, please,” you say, anxiously drumming your fingers along the side of your water glass.

He’d stepped up where he could like making sure the house was pristine and cleaning up the yard by blowing off the wrinkled remainders of the yellow Tipuana flowers. He’d even been able to source and rent some more chairs to make sure that everyone would have a seat at the table.

Bradley wasn’t a schlump in the kitchen. He knew his way around a cookbook and a stove. His knife skills were pretty damn good too, if he did say so himself. But he also knew when somethings were out of his wheelhouse. So he’d taken to being your sous chef, and had taken to washing and prepping the ingredients for you so that all you had to do was toss them in whatever shiny pot they were destined for.

He even made his mom’s favorite pie. It had been years since he's had it, and he was excited to share it with everyone.

Your mom had mailed the copy of the original recipe she had that was written in Carole’s rounded, flourished script. You had made a photocopy of it to use so that the original didn’t get ruined, and then pointed out a spot on the wall where you said you’d thought it would look nice in a frame hanging in the kitchen. And he'd fallen a little more in love with you.

“Ok, hit me with it,” he says turning the heat to low for the gravy and putting the lid on.

This was a partnership through and through, he was going to give you all the support you needed.

“The turkey?”

Bradley picks up the fancy digital meat thermometer he’d bought for the occasion to check, “Big Bird has an hour and twenty more minutes to work on his tan and then he’ll rest for another thirty. Giving people time to graze and mingle and get some drinks in them, just like you wanted.”

You nod and hum contemplatively, “I’ve been thinking we need a salad. I don’t feel like we have enough vegetable options.”

He knows better than to point out that you’re currently snacking on snap peas from not one, but three, of the veggie platters the two of you had put together the night before.

“We’ve got the crispy brussels sprouts, the garlic and hazelnut green beans, and the honey glazed carrots with lemon. We’re more than fine on the fiber and beta-carotene. Michelle Obama would be proud, kid.”

That gets a little laugh from you.

“Well, as long as you think Michelle would be happy than we’re probably fine,” you say with a smile around your water glass that tells him you know exactly what he’s doing invoking your favorite First Lady.

“What else are you thinking about?” Bradley asks peering in the lower of their double ovens, where foiled covered dishes are lined up in perfect symmetry are warming away having been prepared in advance.

“Do you think two bags of rolls will be enough? Or should I text Mav and ask him to grab one more?”

He doesn’t miss the way your eyes dip down to his ass in his gray slacks. So he might linger as second longer than necessary to let you enjoy the view, since it’s for the female gaze and all.

He’s never understood wearing the most restrictive clothing on the holiday that involves the most eating, but that was Penny’s tradition to have everyone dressed in their nicest and you had insisted on keeping it going even if she was on the other side of the country.

You’d teased him earlier when you’d seen him emerge from the bedroom wearing the short-sleeved green cashmere polo you’d gotten him a couple years ago. It fit a little more snug that he remembered it, but he thought he still pulled it off well.

“When did we become the couple that matches?” you’d asked gesturing to your dress as you gave him an appreciative onceover.

If the past was anything to go off of, you would be running your hands over the soft material covering his chest and back all night.

“I just like reminding people who I belong with, sweet girl.”

He might have had something else in mind to wear for the evening before he saw you in that dress, had ironed the shirt the night before and everything, but last-minute pivot it was well worth it when you looked at him like that.

When he stands back up, he gives you knowing wink.

And in return you throw a baby carrot at him with a laugh.

Bradley isn’t surprised in the least to hear the quick clack-clack-clack of nails on the wood floors as their fluffy black and white Portuguese Water Dog rounds the corner. Having been summoned by the sound of food hitting the floor from where he had been dozing near the fireplace in the living room.

The carrot is gone in an instant and he comes to sit at Bradley's feet by the stove, looking up at him from under his curly eyebrows clearly hoping he'll get another snack.

“Nah, bud. You’re barking up the wrong tree over here,” he says leaning down to scratch his floppy ears.

“Ah, come here, Duck,” you croon, calling him over to your side of the island. “He’s so mean for a man who claimed he just saw God not too long ago, isn’t he?”

Bradley snorts and shakes his head at you amused.

He still doesn’t know how he ended up with a dog named Duck.

At the dog park, more often than not people mistook it for ‘Buck’. And you were usually off to the side more than happy to let him take the lead, biting your lip to keep from laughing at his less than enthusiastic expression when he’d have to warily explain yet again It’s Duck like quack.

You’re not even subtle about the piece of cheese you pull from the charcuterie board to feed him.

“I saw that,” he says, giving you a pointed lift of his eyebrow, “You know Bob is going to be spoiling him all night.”

“It was just a little piece of cheese. Plus, I don’t know who you think you’re fooling. I saw you go over there and deliver him his own little veggie platter with some of the leftovers we had while I was making the apple cider sangria.”

“That’s different, that’s good for him,” he says rounding the island, reaching over and snagging his own slice of cheese to snack on.

“And cheese is a protein. He’s just a baby, Bradley, what am I supposed to do? Not give him a piece of swiss?” You slide off your chair to squat down and rub Duck’s belly, you’ve always been his favorite.

“He’s almost five,” he replies flatly.

“A youth!” you exclaim, “He’s a growing boy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bradley says affectionately with a little roll of his eyes. He knows a losing battle when he sees one.

He offers you his hand to help you stand back up, but you wave him off and pull yourself up using the edge of the island. You take a moment to readjust your dress before making your way to the sink by the big windows that look out into the backyard.

“Speaking of Bob, do you know if he’s bringing his fiancée?” you ask from over your shoulder as you wash your hands.

“Not this time, sweetheart. I guess she volunteered to cover a shift in the NICU when she heard they were short staffed.”

“Oh that’s too bad, I was excited to see her ring in person,” you say drying off your hands and heading to the pantry.

“It’s all he can talk about at work. I guess they’re thinking about a Spring wedding next year. They don’t want to wait too long to get married.”

“I’m so happy for them,” you say, digging around for a moment and then emerge with a stack of some sturdy plastic plates and set them on the last free spot on the countertop. “Don’t let me forget to make them up a couple plates that he can bring home for her, before Fanboy declares it time for ‘second dinner’ and eats all the yams like he did last year.”

“I won’t forget, promise,” he says fondly.

If you were facing him, he knows you’d probably tease him for the look on his face and just how gone he is for you.

You’ve always been so generous, it’s one of the things that he loves most about you.

You were always good about hustling him out of his well-earned money from is part time job scooping ice cream in high school, like with the fundraiser you did for the local soup kitchen and the one for the elementary school summer arts program.

He’s always been wrapped around your finger, it just took him awhile to realize why.

It’s the same reason why there’s been a donation that comes out of his bank account every month for the last five years for one of the San Diego animal shelters.

Bradley had made a rather sizable donation and then set up a smaller reoccurring monthly one after the chaos that was the time Bob had set you up with his friend who worked at the shelter, back before the two of you had gotten together.

Even after all these years, he still can’t help but get a little irritated every time he sees that guy’s face in the monthly newsletter that comes to his email. He’s pretty sure Casey still might have a little crush on you, but Bradley can’t blame him. He’d have a hard time getting over you too, so it’s a good thing he’ll never have to.

On newsletter day, Bradley always finds himself giving Duck extra treats.

You are his wife. And Duck is his dog. Ridiculous name and all.

He couldn’t wait to surprise you with the golden tennis ball that the shelter sends out as a thank you after a decade of donations.

Only five more years to go.

You’re over by the bar that’s been set up off to the side, straightening the already very straight rows of gleaming wine glasses when he hears you suck in a sharp gasp.

Bradley drops the dish cloth he had in his hands as he attempted to give what little counter space there was left a final wipe down and is in front of you in half a heartbeat. Was there a fluke with some faulty stemware? Are you bleeding? There’s a reason Thanksgiving is one of the busiest days at the hospital.

“The butter!” you cry out as you whirl around, your pretty eyes welling up with tears, “I let you fuck me and I forgot to pull the butter from the fridge. It’s going to be too hard for people to spread now!”

He knows it’s more than just hosting jitters that’s got you like this, but it still catches him by surprise sometimes.

“Woah, woah,” he says as he catches you on the way to the fridge and pulls you to his chest, “C’mere, my sweet girl.”

You make a distressed noise but allow him to keep his hold on you, “But the butter…”

“I already pulled the butter, see?” He points to the sticks that are already softening away on the counter. “Will you take a couple slow breaths for me, please? This place looks and smells amazing. We did good, baby.”

Bradley feels the moment your body relaxes into him.

He presses a kiss to the side of your temple as he smooths his hands down your soft, pretty green velvet dress and the warm, firm curve of your rounded stomach soothingly.

“Ugh, I’m sorry. It’s the hormones,” you sigh, as you lean your head back against his shoulder.

He hums empathically as he sways gently side to side with you in his arms.

“I would like to go on the record saying that I like pregnancy hormones, especially the ones from earlier,” he jokes lightly.

“That makes one of us,” you say with a watery laugh, “Just wait until I am waking you up at 4 AM because I am craving something from a drive-thru that’s not open.”

“Mm, can’t wait,” he murmurs before dropping a few kisses along the soft line of your jaw.

Bradley still can’t believe he gets to be this lucky in life.

He doesn’t want to forget a single moment of this. With you, with his family.

“We did a really good job with this one,” he whispers into your ear, still stroking your stomach, not wanted to disturb the magic in the domesticity.

“We really did, da--” Bradley groans and cuts you off with a kiss. He can feel the impish smile plastered on your lips as he kisses you. His favorite menace.

He knows you’re pretty sure it was the spontaneous hook up in the storage closet at the Hard Deck on the Fourth of July that’s responsible for the noticeable bump you’re sporting. Call him a romantic, but he likes to think it was that night in the Bronco overlooking the ocean when he’d taken the long way back home.

You pull away all too soon for his liking to grab his left hand. He sees the flash of the two diamonds on your engagement ring, one from his mom and one from yours, as you take it and press it to a spot near your bellybutton.

The feeling of the fluttering under his palm will never get old. He’s not too proud to say he’d shed a tear or two the first time he’d felt it.

Bradley lets himself bask in this moment as he two of you stand there in the kitchen of your dream house.

There are a few pops from the wood in the fireplace, the refrigerator is humming away in the background, and he can just hear the sounds of a melodic piano from the playlist he queued up earlier playing over the speaker.

Of all the delicious scents that waft through the house, the smell the floral and musk notes in you perfume is still his favorite.

There are times in the soft quiet of night, usually when you are asleep and his mind won’t quite settle, that he sometimes thinks he was put on this Earth to hold you.

It’s the only reason he can think of that explains why you fit so perfectly against his body.

Why his palms can fit so perfectly over your rounded stomach.

Why it’s his hands that you have trusted to protect your heart.

And he’s still holding you in the warmth of the kitchen when he hears the front door open.

Bradley knows he’s going to have to play host soon and he just wants to keep you in his arms for just a little longer.

“Hey kids, I brought the turkey,” Mav calls out from the entry.

You spin in his arms, looking at him wide eyed and confused as you two exchange a look. He presses one last kiss to your cheek before letting you go.

“Thought you were going to bring the rolls, Mav,” Bradley calls out just in time to see him round the corner.

Pete stands there proudly grinning holding a few bags of bakery rolls in one hand and a turkey in the other.

The sound of your delighted laughter makes his heart swell in his chest as he takes in the sight.

“Cooper Mitchell Ford Bradshaw, you are without a doubt the cutest turkey I have ever seen,” you gush as you go to greet Mav with a warm hug and a kiss on his cheek. Your son’s chubby arms reaching out for you.

Mav has dressed your almost two-year-old son in a soft, plush turkey costume that is complete with tailfeathers and a beak. He’s clearly a fan of the outfit too because he is grinning widely, showing of the more of the baby teeth that have come in over the last few months.

Mav had swung by early this morning to take him off your hands to get ready for Daggersgiving without chasing an almost-toddler around. While it was nice to have some time just the two of you while you got the place in order and took care of the last-minute things, like that homemade cranberry sauce, but he’d missed not having his son around.

The sweet sound of Cooper’s giggles and your coos fill up the kitchen as he watches you pepper his face with kisses. You bounce him a little and do a little spin, making the little boy laugh even more. The two of you in your own little bubble.

“You doin’ ok over there, kid?” Mav asks, a soft grin on his face as he sets the rolls on the counter to pull him in for a hug.

The two men had made their way back to each other over the last few years, just another thing that Bradley was grateful for in his life. The man had always been his father in everything but name. That is until he’d seen the man who raised him hold his son for the first time.

“Yeah, Dad,” Bradley says, clearing his throat a bit, “Everything’s perfect.”

From there it’s a flurry of activity as people start to arrive.

Nat comes with her longtime girlfriend and the extra bottles of the fancy Napa wine she promised to bring. Only handing it over once he promised to give her the name of the contractor the two of you had worked with and the exact shade of green that was used on the lower cabinets during your kitchen renovation.

Payback and Fanboy and their wives show up wearing oversized turkey hats on their heads each carrying a bakery box of pie.

Bradley isn’t surprised when Duck ditches the attention that Coyote was giving him the second Bob shows up with the famous Floyd family scalloped potatoes. Bob has always been a sucker for a pair of puppy dog eyes.

And in between checking on people’s glasses, swapping out empty appetizer trays for fuller ones, and making sure Jake doesn’t tamper with his perfectly cooked turkey, he’s got his eyes trained on you.

There are no words for the pride and love that washes over him every time he looks over and sees you with his son propped up on your hip and the way your pretty dress stretches around your growing family.

He had missed this stage of your pregnancy when he was deployed and you were pregnant with Cooper. He was determined to savor every second of this one. Every butter related freak out and every late-night milkshake run.

Being in his house surrounded with all the people he loves, minus a couple who are here in spirit, isn’t something he could ever take for granted. It’s more blessings than he ever hoped to receive in this lifetime.

You look over your shoulder at him and everything about the way you’re looking at him is picture perfect.

Your smile sunshine gold and just for him as you hold his gaze for a moment as time ticks on around the two of you. You send him a little wink before turning back to Mav who has his phone held up for a FaceTime call with Penny and Amelia.

Bradley sees his son peek his head up from where it had been nestled into your neck. Cooper grins when he sees him, his tiny hand reaching out for his dad. For him.

As he makes his way over to the two of you with his heart full, he makes a mental note to ask Mav later where he got that costume. He’s already planning on running out tomorrow to see if they have any more in stock now that it seems they have a new Bradshaw tradition on their hands.

He’s going to have three little turkeys running around this time next year and he couldn’t wait.

Cooper and him were going to be outnumbered soon.

The two of you had found out earlier in the month that Everly Caroline Bradshaw and Olivia Saylor Bradshaw were going to be the newest members to join your little family.

His girls.

It was an announcement the two of you were excited to share later tonight with everyone else when the slices of pies were being passed around.

He scoops up Cooper from you with one arm, dropping a kiss onto his little boy’s perfect curls as his small fist clutches as the soft fabric of his shirt. And then Bradley kisses the crown of your head as he wraps his other arm around you, his thumb stroking the swell of your belly.

With you- because of you- he gets to have it all.

The wife. The family. The house. The dog. The life. The dream.

He’s right where he wants to be.

He’s right where he’s supposed to be.

Happy Thanksgiving! This was such a joy to write, thank you for reading!

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cherrycola27 · 1 year

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Elementary

Summary: You are the younger sister of Natasha Trace. You've just moved to San Diego to teach 4th Grade. You never expected to fall for an older man in a Hawaiian shirt who happens to be her best friend.

Warnings: Language, Drinking. Smut, Age Gap, Daddy Kink. Minors DNI 18+

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You'd noticed him the moment you and your friends had walked into the club. He was with a group of guys leaning up near the bar. He looked entirely out of place with his Hawiian shirt and aviators. He had a thick mustache that accentuated his almost familiar face.

He was still there when you walked up later to get a drink.

"Can I get a Titos and cran with Sprite?" You asked the bar tender. "Titos?" He commented. "Classy." He smirked before taking another sip of his beer.

You laughed before turning to him. "I'm trying not to hate myself in the morning. I spent enough time in college drinking bottom shelf shit out of a trash can in a frat house. I've done my share of hangovers. Thank you very much." You tell him.

He turns his body to face you fully. You catch the quick slip of his eyes as he scans your body.

"College? When was that? Last year?" You can't tell if he's joking or not.

"I graduated six years ago. I'm twenty-eight, not a child." You tell him. "What about you. When did you graduate Old Man? 1950?" You laugh.

"Old Man? Really? What makes you say that?" He asks you. "The 'stache and the Hawaiian shirt." You say nonchalantly.

He laughs. "Well, it's been about thirteen years since I graduated college. Didn't realize thirty-five was old." He shakes his head before finishing his drink at the same time the bartender comes back with yours. You go to hand him your card, but your new friend stops you.

"This one's on the Old Man." He winks at you.

"Thank you. You smile at him. "I'm Bradley, by the way, but everyone calls me Rooster." He puts his hand out for you to shake. You tell him your name, and then it clicks. He's one of your sisters coworkers.

She would kill you if she knew you were flirting with him, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

"What do you do for work, Rooster?" You asked him. You knew the answer. "I'm a Naval aviator, I fly jets and stuff." He says it so casually. "Oh, that's cool. I've got a few family members in the Navy." You tell him. That's not a lie. Your sister and your soon to be brother in law were both in the Navy. You didn't want to tell him who they were, though.

"Cool. What about you? What do you do for work?" He asks you.

"I teach. Actually, I just got hired to teach fourth grade at the elementary school near the Navy base here in San Diego." You tell him.

"No shit? I know if my teachers had been as pretty as you are, I might have paid better attention. But on a side note, I've got a couple of friends I work with whose kids are going to be in fourth grade there." He tells you.

Little does he know that those kids are your niece and nephew.

"Well, maybe I'll get to see you around then." You finish off your drink and set it on the bar, just as one of your favorite songs comes on. 'Unholy,' you thought—how fitting.

You grab him by the hand. Come dance with me, Bradley.

He happily follows you to the dance floor and pulls you flush against him as your body moves against him.

His hands have a tight grip on your hips. You turn to face him and start singing along with the music. You don't miss how his fingers did into your flesh a little harder each time the word 'Daddy' leaves your mouth.

As the song finishes, you decide to push your luck. You lean up on your tip toes and whisper in his ear. "How about be get out of here, Daddy?"

You smirk as he grabs your hand to lead you to the exit.

"Did you drive?" He asks the moment you're out of the club.

"Ubered." You tell him. "I drove, fuck, follow me." He says.

Moments later, the two of you are standing by a classic blue Bronco. You don't even have time to admire it before he pushes you up against it and kisses you roughly.

It takes all of the willpower he has not to fuck you in the parking lot.

It takes him ten minutes to get back to his bungalow. He's undressing you the minute you get through the door.

Your clothes are strung haphazardly throughout his home. It's a miracle the two of you make it to the bed. But you do. Soon, he's got you laid out before him, and his face is buried between your legs.

He eats your pussy like it's his day job, all the while his hips rut into the mattress. He makes you cum twice on his tongue and fingers.

"Condom?" He asks as he prepares to fuck you.

"Clean. On the pill." You tell him.

"I'm clean too, fuck, you want me to hit it raw?" He growls.

"Yes, please, Daddy." You tell him with hooded eyes.

As he slides into you, you know exactly why they call him Rooster. He's huge in length and girth. He's splitting you open in the most delicious way.

He fucks into you hard, fast, and deep. He takes one of his large hands and presses it on your stomach. You can feel him in there.

"Fuck, you feel how deep I am?" He ask you. You nod your head. "You like feeling Daddy so deep in this tight, perfect little pussy?" He groans.

You whine out a response as he toys with your clit.

"You gonna cum again for me baby?" He asks you. "Yes, Daddy, close!" You moan out.

"Fuck, I can tell. Can feel you clenching so hard on me. That's it darlin, be a good girl and take Daddy's cock." He tells you. Soon, you're falling over the edge, screaming for him.

"Good girl, such a good girl." He praises you.

"Baby, I'm close, where do you want me to—" He asks but you cut him off before he can finish

"Cum in me! Fill me up, Daddy!" You moan out. You don't have to tell him twice. Rooster cums and fills you up with his spend.

He collapses on the bed next to you. After a few minutes, he gets a cloth to help you clean up. You try to get up to find your clothes, but he pulls you closer to him.

"Stay, I'll make pancakes in the morning." He tells you.

You know you shouldn't, but you stay anyway.

The next morning, he does make you pancakes. The two of you get to know each other all morning, and he asks to take you out on a proper date that night.

"I can't tonight. I have to babysit my niece and nephew, but I'm free tomorrow." You tell him.

He agrees. A few hours and several orgasms later, he's dropping you off at your apartment. You have just enough time to make it look like you haven't spent the day getting fuckeswithin an inch of your life before your sister shows up with her fiancée and kids.

The doorbell rings, and Catia and Cristiano run in to greet you. "Aunty Thena!" The cry as they both hug you. You laugh at the nickname. Your sister and her fiancée and almost all of their friends were aviators with callsigns. You didn't have one but were given the honorary callsign "Thena" after the goddess Athena by your future brother in law. He claimed it was because you were both wise and scary. Even though you were barely nineteen when her sneaky link turned into her baby daddy, you were still a force to be reckoned with and wise beyond your years.

But Coyote stepped up when Nat found out she was pregnant. Their casual hook ups turned into something serious. Your parents had wanted them to get married before the twins were born, but they didn't want to get married just because Natasha was pregnant.

You supported her through her pregnancy and their relationship. You had even helped him pick out the ring.

The both of you still laugh when he tells she story about why he and the kids call you Thena.

"Cat, Cris, please don't kill your aunt before she has a chance to watch you!" Coyote scolds them as he walks into your home.

"Javy, they are just excited to see her. It's been months since she last visited. Natasha tells him as she comes in.

"Hey, little sis!" She smiles as she comes to hug you. "I'm so glad you moved out here!"

"You just like that you have a free baby sitter now." You joke with her.

Coyote laughs and shrugs his shoulders.

"Now listen up terror twins." He addresses his children. You laugh at the nickname for them. It's funny because it's true. You and the twins have gotten into a few messes together. Catia, the oldest, was definitely the mastermind, while Cristiano was, more often than not, the unwilling accomplice.

"Your mom and I will be back in a few hours to pick you up. We have to finish a few wedding things. Be good for your Aunt Thena and listen to her. It will be good practice for when you start back to school and she is your teacher." Javy tells the kids.

Both of them promised to be on their best behavior. You wave goodbye to Nat and Javy. As soon as they are gone, you and the kids are ordering pizza and finding a movie to watch.

You're careful to make sure they don't see your phone and who you are texting.

.............................

You hadn't meant for it to go this far. After your first date with Rooster, you swore you were going to tell him who you were, but you liked the idea of keeping your relationship to yourself. You didn't want to hear what Nat had to say, but honestly, it wasn't any of her business. You were an adult.

The sex with Rooster was amazing, but he was a great boyfriend, too. These had been the best six weeks of your life.

You were currently lying in bed with him after a bit of afternoon delight.

"You really are the best partner that I've had Bradley. Most guys my age last like five minutes and don't even care if I cum. But not you. To be an old man, you sure can keep up." You tease him as you prop yourself up on his chest.

"I'm a Top Gun graduate, babe. The top 1% of Naval aviators in the entire fucking nation. Longevity and stamina are hard wired into me. Don't you know the reason why everyone wants a classic car now?" He asks you. You shake your head.

"Because they can keep their motor running for much longer." He smirks before rolling you onto your back for another round.

You were still in a post sex haze when you're phone went off.

"Shit!" You shouted and jumped up. "What?" Rooster asked you.

"I'm late! I'm supposed to meet my sister for some wedding stuff. I've got to go! I'll text you later!" You shout over your shoulder as you head out the door.

...........................

You and Natasha spent the evening working on some last-minute wedding plans. Once you were done, she suggested that you, her, and Coyote go out for drinks. His parents were keeping the twins for the weekend, so they wanted to take the chance to hang out without worrying about Cat and Cris.

You thought everything would be fine. You were wrong.

Everything was fine until you pulled into the Hard Deck and noticed a familiar blue Bronco. Shit. This wasn't good.

You tried your best to stay cool. You were attempting to fire off a text to Rooster, but Nat was pulling you towards the door.

She looped her arm in yours as she walked over to the group of pilots. You spotted Rooster and his Hawiian print shirt with them. His back was to you.

"Guys! This is my sister that I told you about!" Natasha announced proudly as she introduced you to the group. Everyone smiled and greeted you.

"Bradshaw! Say hi to my little sister!" Nat said, punching him in the shoulder. You didn't miss the color draining from his face when his eyes met yours.

You smirked at him as you introduced yourself.

..............................

The evening was awkward, to say the least. You didn't miss the glances Rooster kept sending you. You did your best to avoid him, but ultimately, both of you were sent on a drink run.

You walked up to the bar to order them, with him hot on your heels.

As soon as you'd ordered them, he grabbed your arm and spun you around.

"You're Nat's sister! How could you not tell me you were her sister?" Rooster whisper shouted at you, as the two of you waited for the drinks.

"It never came up and you never asked." You replied nonchalantly.

"She's going to kill me." He groaned.

"Don't worry, Daddy, I'll make sure she doesn't." You smirked at him.

"You can't call me that!" Rooster shushed you as he looked around to make sure no one was watching the two of you.

"Why not? You weren't complaining about it earlier today when I was face down and ass up and you were pulling my hair while fucking me into you mattress." You teased him. "In fact, I'm pretty sure you said 'oh baby, your tight pussy feels so good wrapped around Daddy's cock. Come on darlin cum for Daddy. Make a mess all over him.'"

Rooster turned as red as a beet. "Why didn't you tell me? We've been dating for six weeks!" Rooster stated.

"I was afraid you wouldn't like me anymore. I liked keeping you to myself. Once people know, they give their opinions, and they put their nose where it doesn't belong. Also, do you think Nat is going to be cool with this?" You tell him.

"She's going to kill me. She's going to cut my fuel lines, or she's going to use real guns during training. I'm so dead." Rooster shook his head.

Just then, Penny appeared with the tray of drinks for everyone. Rooster picked it up and turned towards you and sighed.

"Don't worry, baby, I promise we will figure this out. Just smile and nod until it's time to go home." You tell him. "Okay." He sighs.

"Now, let's go get these drinks to them before someone comes looking for us. Don't freak out, I promise I'll take extra good care of you tonight, Daddy, when I come over." You smirk at him.

Rooster shakes his head and follows you back to the group.

You were both too caught up in your conversation to notice a certain Weapons Systems Officer who had come to get more peanuts, and who had unfortunately overheard the end of your conversation.

"Well, well, well." Bob sighed. "This isn't going to be good."

Hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter!

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bloodynereid · 4 months

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PLEASE do something with rooster and gn neutral reader where it’s set after the big mission and everyone has stayed together at top gun and rooster and reader got together and now they’re like the most insufferable duo ever?? like not only do they hardcore flirt EVERYWHERE but also they play pranks on everyone they can possibly find?? like they will find a way to do the MOST elaborate pranks on everyone INCLUDING their superiors?? i just think it would be HILARIOUS!! - 🧚🏻

House of Cards

pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x gn! reader

tw: kissing, swearing, anxiety, jokes, mentions of buzzing the tower, drinking alcohol, mentions of marriage

description: you and bradley were a match made in heaven but a nightmare to everyone else.

a/n: hiii🧚🏻anon <3 i hope this is what you envisioned! it was super fun to write and im definitely in my bradley era. there's also a few little easter eggs thrown in there. i hope you enjoy and excuse some of the shitty writing in a few parts, i only read through this twice.

ahfhsufgeg he's so fine

The aftermath of the suicide mission was spent in multiple bars (mainly the Hard Deck) and getting drunk beyond belief. That led to a variety of messy pool games, slurred singing and some potentially regretful decisions.

One of those decisions was you kissing Rooster right after you beat his ass at pool. The rush of adrenaline and tequila gave you the confidence you had been lacking since you met him during his first round at Top Gun.

Surprisingly that decision was not one you regretted the morning after. Or the week after… or the month after. Rooster had kissed you back with a fire that had you stumbling around near drunk on his lips alone for the days afterward.

The Navy had decided to make a special detachment after the success of the mission so you were all stationed at Top Gun for the foreseeable future. They also managed to promote Maverick (not without a whole lot of persuading) so he was now overseeing the detachment.

“This is nice.” You muttered as your eyes blearily opened. The sun was shining through the curtains and a heavy arm was settled over your arm.

“Hmm too early.” Rooster mumbled from his spot next to you.

“Rooster, we have the barbeque today… you said we were telling Mav today.”

“Oh shit, right.” He groaned out before cuddling back into you. You hated having to leave this little cocoon of warmth but you really had to get going.

“Baby…”

“Yes, yup, getting up now.”

It took another twenty minutes before you finally got out of bed and started to make coffee and toast. The sound of running water greeted your ears as you got ready for the day and drank your coffee while scrolling through your phone.

“Thanks for breakfast.” Bradley said as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and gave you a quick peck.

“No problem, love. Ready to go?”

“Yup.”

The blue bronco sped through the streets of San Diego. The sun warmed up your skin and a smile was painted on your face as you chatted with Rooster. Today was going to be good.

“We’re here.” Bradley announced as he parked in front of Penny’s house. A few familiar cars were also parked outside, it seemed like you were the last to arrive.

“I told you we were going to be late.” You chidded as you lightly slapped his shoulder.

“Yeah yeah.” Bradley said with a smile on his face before pulling you into him and kissing you in an effort to distract you.

“Oh god, why did you two ever get together?” The familiar voice of Hangman cut the moment short, making the both of you roll your eyes.

“Hello there Bagman, I was hoping you fell off a cliff on the way here.”

“Well hello there Royal aren’t you as cheery as ever.”

“Fuck off, Bagman.” Rooster said from next to you.

“Gladly, I do not need to watch your excessive PDA.”

“I’m surprised you even know what the word excessive means.” You called as he walked towards the house, Jake only sent you the bird without looking back.

“Where was I?” Bradley muttered as he cradled your face and was about to kiss you again when you laughed.

“Bradley, darling, even if I would love to keep doing this, we really have to go in.”

“Alright, but we’re finishing this later.”

You carried the six pack of beer that Bradley insisted on bringing and made your way over to where the smoke from the barbeque was emanating from. Bradley finished locking up the car and threw his arm over your shoulders.

“You ready?” You nodded in answer to his question and suddenly the smell of hamburgers permeated your senses.

“Royal, Rooster! I’m so glad you could make it. Make yourselves at home.” Penny said with a bright smile as she welcomed the two of you.

“Thanks for inviting us, Penny. We brought beer!” You said as you passed her the six pack.

“With the rate they’re drinking it, it would be a miracle if I have any alcohol left in this house.” You laughed and Penny gave you both a smile before disappearing into the house to drop off the beer.

“You want to go find Mav?”

“Yeah, do you want to come?”

“No, you go. I’ll go talk to Bob, I started that show he recommended.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, go talk to Mav, Bradley. Call me over when you’re ready.” Bradley smiled and gave you a grateful look before walking over to the grill. You let out a deep breath and felt a surge of nervousness course through your body. Meeting the parents was never something you particularly enjoyed, even if you had already met Mav a billion times, you never met him in the capacity of being a partner.

“Hey Bob.”

“Royal. How are you?” Bob asked as he passed you a beer from one of the tables.

“Good, nervous.”

“Finally telling Mav?”

“Yeah, is it that noticeable?”

“Not really.”

“You really are a stealth pilot, Bob.” Bob rolled his eyes as he took a swig of beer and knocked his shoulder against yours. That was when you noticed Bradley waving at you from next to Mav. You nodded and said bye to Bob before weaving your way through your squad to greet him.

“Hey Mav, Rooster.” You said, greeting them.

“So what are your intentions with Bradley, Royal?” Mav said with raised eyebrows and an intense look in his eyes that had your brain screeching to a halt.

“Uhh.” A few seconds later, Mav’s face contorted and he started laughing hysterically.

“God your face! Don’t worry about it, kid. I’m pretty sure I should be interrogating Bradley here about his intentions with you.”

“Hey!” Bradley yelled, making you and Mav chuckle.

You were sitting in the sweltering briefing room next to Bradley. Cyclone was standing at the front of the room talking about the new assignment and giving the training parameters but your mind was elsewhere.

Bradley kept rubbing circles on your exposed forearm and it was driving you insane. You kept nudging his knee with yours but that only seemed to urge him to keep going.

“Royal, is there a problem?” Your eyes flew up to meet Cyclone’s and a feeling of dread seemed to seep out of your pores.

“No, sir.”

“Well then if you wouldn’t mind keeping your flirting to a minimum, it would be greatly appreciated.”

Snickers filled the room and you turned to look at Bradley with a menacing look in your eyes. You lightly punched his arm and settled back into your chair.

“Sorry.” Bradley whispered, not sounding sorry at all.

“Oh shut up.”

It was a routine practice flight, Mav had randomly pulled names and paired people up so they could make their way through the planned course.

You and Rooster had made it through in record time and were now loudly celebrating over the coms.

“Fuck yeah!”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Rooster asked as you circled back around.

“Oh definitely.” You shared a laugh before you flew over to the control tower. You caught a glimpse of Mav and Cyclone in the window before flying behind Rooster as the two of you buzzed the tower.

“Royal! Rooster!” The admonishing voice of Cyclone bled through the coms.

“God I really was a little shit when I was younger.” Maverick said through the coms as he let out an exasperated sigh.

You and Rooster just laughed and circled around a few times before landing, ready to be thoroughly lectured by Cyclone.

The squad had planned a trip after the newest mission… to Vegas. The entire trip there was incredibly chaotic because (*cough* Hangman *cough*) was scared of flying, even if he was literally a pilot.

When you all finally landed in Vegas it took another hour before everyone had found their bags and got into respective ubers. The hotel that Phoenix had booked was perfect, it had a huge bar as well as an extensive casino.

Sometime after drinking at least five martinis and a few shots you and Rooster disappeared from the group. Something no one noticed until the next morning. You spent the night cuddled up in your hotel room watching tv and coming up with the perfect plan.

The next morning the squad disgruntledly made their way to the breakfast bar, very hungover and missing several of its members.

“Uh guys, where are Royal and Rooster?” Bob murmured once everyone (minus the couple) had sat at one of the tables.

“I haven’t seen them since last night.”

“You don’t think…” Phoenix looked up from her plate that was stacked with pancakes and looked at Bob with a panicked look on her face.

“Someone call them.”

Before anyone could do that a simultaneous ping came from everyone’s phones. 2 new messages were displayed on the group chat.

Royal: When in Vegas…

*image attached*

The couple had ventured out into town around dawn and got a picture of one of the many Elvis churches that littered the streets. You weren’t actually getting married but the reactions of each of the Daggers and Mav was fucking priceless.

And who knows getting married was definitely in the cards for both of you.

<333

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untitled-gem · 11 months

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Everything we know about Fionna and Cake's first episode!

As you know, the episode was just shown at San Diego Comic Con. I thought I'd make a helpful post to let you all know exactly what we learned about the episode.

All the information will be from user HypraSeaPea on Twitter, who attended the premiere.

WARNING: This post contains what some would consider to be spoilers!!! It's important to note that there WAS essentially a play-by-play of the episode in the AT SubReddit, but as far as I know, that has been removed. I did not read it as to not spoil myself, and this post is mainly HINTS at what's to come, not a full recount.

The episode is apparently a lot different to what a lot of people are expecting, and VERY GOOD

According to this user, the reason why the descriptions of the series have all been pretty vague is because it is a case like 'Distant Lands: Together Again' and it would essentially spoil the rest of the plot.

The show has light swears such as 'damn' and 'Jesus', however we don't know which characters are saying them.

It has been described as a 'departure from the original series but still feels like Adventure Time, with lots of little references like Distant Lands'.

We don't know what time period it is set in yet, since it is a different universe.

Gunter makes an appearance! (It could be because of the Ice Thing-like sword)

The episode references the original AT episode 'Fionna and Cake and Fionna', but in an unexpected way.

The episode was around 25 minutes long

There was not a title card like the original series, but there was a credits animation.

It has an intro sequence, although it's unknown if it was for the show as a whole. It contains a lot of quick cameos.

The episode was rated a 10/10 (if the payoff is good). It seems like this episode was just quite a lot of buildup.

The one second snippet from a while back wasn't in the episode, but it's possibly from Episode 2

There was a cameo of Flame Prince/Princess early on (possibly within the intro)

Episode 1 is very centered around Fionna as a main character. Cake still has a major role but it doesn't seem to be so much from her perspective.

The swears, specifically the use of 'Jesus' is thankfully done in a way that makes sense, and these swears don't replace the already used AT swear words like 'Glob' etc

Marshall Lee seems to be in it! And he also seems to be voiced by Donald Glover!

Finn and Jake didn't seem to have any involvement, which isn't surprising

Prince Gumball's voice has reportedly been changed

BMO has at least a line in the episode, still voiced by Niki Yang! Their 'Come Along With Me' room is also seen in it briefly as a reference it seems

Simon did not appear in the first episode. It's assumed that he will come up later, possibly in the second or third.

There were lots of the gender swapped characters, and lots with speaking roles besides the main two.

There were also some new gender swapped characters that we haven't seen before.

Apparently, this episode also includes a character we've only seen one time before.

In this episode it is also apparently revealed that Fionna's last name is Campbell, as opposed to Finn's which is Mertens. This is the genderswapped world so this makes sense

Marshall Lee seems to play quite a big part in the first episode

Flame Prince does make an appearance!!!!

I'll be updating this from time to time to include any details I missed!

#adventure time #fionna and cake

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mollymauk-teafleak · 1 year

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Tom Kazansky grew up dirt poor and with a home he didn't always want to go back to. That kind of childhood left a lot of marks on Iceman.

Most are bad, some are faded and most still ache on the wrong kind of day but he has to admit, one he's happy to hold on to and happy to pass on to his kids, is a love of the library. As soon as he realises he's sticking around in San Diego, he makes sure to find the nearest one and sign up for a card. Whenever he has a quiet day, just him and his little Sofia, he'll take her down there and read whatever takes his fancy while she snoozes on his shoulder. When they need to watch Bradley and need a quick distraction, he'll take them down there and let the kid forget about his grief, the one behind him and the one on the horizon, in amongst the books.

The kids' favourite kind of day is when Ice picks them up from school, little Sofia first from the preschool and then Bradley from the elementary, or even when they're a little older, and takes them straight to the library. Bradley goes into the reference section, already knowing by heart how to find the books on baseball or Mozart or fighter jets, chasing any of his interests and maybe not understanding every word but he loves looking at the pictures and feels so clever, sat there with these massive books on his lap. Sofia gathers up armfuls of picture books from the kids section and piles them in front of her papa, insisting that she wanted to read them all. Hours of reading, some colouring, time spent in calm and quiet and an ice cream on the drive home, those afternoons are some of the best memories both Sofia and Bradley have.

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As It Was [Chapter 8][Hangman x Reader]

Summary: When Jake Seresin calls to tell you he’s accepted a permanent position at Top Gun, you’re elated to finally be living in the same city as your best friend. But everything changes when Jake tells you his news — he has a new girlfriend, and he’s serious about her. And while you want to like her, for Jake’s sake, something about her feels wrong. Jake's arrival in San Diego also puts you in the direct path of Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, who has set his sights on you despite being Jake’s sworn enemy. Every move Rooster makes, Jake intercepts. What game are these two playing, and why is Jake more concerned about you moving on with Rooster than he is about his own relationship?

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol, no use of y/n, war, light smut, angst, death

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

WC: 4K

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Jake didn’t know you were listening.

You had fallen asleep on a questionable leather couch in his fraternity’s lounge during a midnight poker game that lasted until the early hours of the morning.

It was a pretty common occurrence. You spent a lot of time with Jake, and that meant a lot of time at the frat house. You had learned to accept their beer-soaked floor, the acrid smell of joints burning down to roaches. It had almost become a second home in a way. You would stroll in on any given afternoon, toss your backpack on the couch, take a soda out of the fridge and wander in the house until you found Jake. Sometimes he was sitting out on the deck, on his laptop, or in the living room reading. Mostly you’d catch him playing beer pong in the basement and he'd look up with a sheepish grin as you busted him.

That night, you were the only person passed out on the assortment of couches scattered around the lounge. You heard laughter and then someone shushed. Jake’s voice was instantly recognizable.

“Quiet,” he whispered, “Abby is sleeping.”

You were facing the back of the couch, so he couldn’t see your eyes pop open.

“When are you going to hit that, dude?” You recognized Jake’s sophomore year roommate Mark’s voice.

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Jake said tersely. “Your deal, man.”

The sounds of cards shuffling muted them for a moment. Then, “But seriously, what’s with you two?”

“Not sure what you mean.”

A third voice joined in. “She’s around all the time. And no sweat, Minces is cool and all. And obviously hot as fuck.” You smirked into the couch cushion. “But you’re telling me there’s nothing there?”

You wanted so badly to turn around. Call out Hunter for calling you hot, watch him blush under the dim lamp on the card table. But you remained still, feigning sleep. This was like being a fly on the wall and you couldn’t get enough.

The sound of cards slapping the table stopped. “She doesn’t want me,” Jake said softly. “I tried, on New Year’s Eve, and she stopped me. And I’d rather be her best friend than nothing to her at all.”

“I’ve seen the way she looks at you, man. There’s something there.”

“Fuck off,” Jake said quietly and there was a laugh.

“I mean it, bro. Take one last shot. Before you go off to the military, and chicks are throwing themselves at you.”

There was a pause. And then, “It’s always going to be her.”

Someone clucked a tongue and you heard the quick slap of a card shuffle as the game resumed. You closed your eyes again, pressed down into the couch cushion, waited for sleep to come.

***

“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go, babe.”

You sighed and leaned over the kitchen counter, resting your arm and squishing the phone closer to your ear. “No way. This is our last date before the mission. You choose.”

Bradley laughed on the other end of the line. “OK, you win. Be ready at seven.” “What should I wear?”

“Something evil,” he said back and you could picture the smirk on his smug face.

“So my devil costume from college then?”

He groaned. “God, don’t tease me.”

“See you at seven.” “I’ll be there.”

For some reason, you were nervous. Almost as nervous as the first time Bradley had picked you up for a date, three months before.

The doorbell rang and you sprinted for the door. You weren’t even embarrassed by how eager you were.

“Hi,” you said, breathless. Bradley stepped inside, carrying a small bouquet of flowers. He handed them to you. “Wow, thank you.”

He closed the door and leaned down, tipping your chin up for a kiss. “Go put those in some water and let’s get rolling. I don’t want to waste a minute with you.”

You shot him a grin over your shoulder, high heels tapping on the floor as you rushed into the kitchen and ran the tap, filling a vase. As you stood at the sink, you were reminded of the morning after Bradley told you about the mission. How you had thrown that other vase at the wall, watched it shatter into a million pieces. Your mind started to race before you heard Bradley’s voice from the entryway.

“Babe?”

“Coming!” you said, setting the full vase on the counter and admiring it for a second before grabbing your purse and racing down the hallway back to him.

“Where are we going?” you begged.

Bradley turned to you from the driver’s seat and flashed a smile. “You just can’t handle not knowing can you?”

“I mean it kills me a little, but sure, continue to taunt me.”

He laughed and pressed a warm hand to your thigh. “I’ll give you a hint. Lose the shoes.”

You looked down at your pumps. “OK, so not a five star restaurant.”

“Better.”

You leaned back against the car’s leather seat and kicked the shoes off, propping your bare feet onto the dashboard. A ripple of the evening air floated under your dress.

A few minutes later, Bradley took a turn off the main road, bumping along a few hundred feet before cutting the engine. He turned to you and smiled.

You looked around. It was approaching dark, but you could hear the lap of the ocean waves. Your feet sunk into the sand as Bradley led you down the beach. In the distance, you spotted a small fire.

You looked over at Bradley. He looked happy. Peaceful. You knew here, in San Diego, on the beach, was where he felt most comfortable. You wished he never had to leave. Not just so he could stay with you. But so he could be where he was happiest.

“Surprise,” he said softly and you pulled your eyes away from him and gasped. There was a small bonfire set up, with pillows around it and blankets, as well as a small picnic.

“Stop!” you said, tugging on his arm and he laughed, sweeping you up into his arms and kissing you before placing you back on the ground. “Bradley, this is so sweet.”

“I wanted this date to be special,” he said softly, settling down on one of the pillows and opening his arms. “Come here.”

You quickly dropped down and Bradley poured you a glass of wine. “Did you do all of this?”

He smirked. “I might have had a little help.”

You laughed. “This has Phoenix written all over it.”

Bradley nodded. “The whole team pitched even.” There was a pause. “Even Hangman.”

“Jake?” You were shocked.

“Yup. He’s the one who said you’d like this.” He opened the picnic basket and pulled out a plastic clamshell container with carrot cake in it. “Said carrot cake is your weakness.”

“Shut up,” you said loudly, grabbing for the container, and he laughed, handing it over and digging out a fork from the basket. “God, this is good. No nuts, just how I like it.”

“I’ve never met someone who loves carrot cake.”

You scooped up a second bite. “I love it. I always said I wanted it as a wedding cake. My mother says it's not traditional, but the hell with tradition.”

He ran one thumb along his sweating wine glass. “Do you think about your wedding a lot?”

You closed the cake container and set it down on the blanket. “I mean, yes. And no. I guess in the way every girl has thought about her wedding? I don’t have all the colors picked or my heart set on a venue or anything. But I have some ideas.”

“Oh yeah?” he said, stretching out on his side, head propped up on one arm. “Tell me about it.”

You took a deep breath. “I want a spring wedding. Lots of flowers. And greenery. And I want an outdoor ceremony. Somewhere in nature, like on the beach, or in the mountains. I don’t want a stuffy country club wedding indoors.”

He nodded and popped a grape into his mouth. “I agree with that. What else?”

“More?” you asked and he nodded. “OK. Well, I want a plated dinner. I know it sounds old school, but I’ve been to weddings with buffets and it fucking sucks to be the last table to get up there. I went to a wedding in Germany once and by the time our table got to the buffet all the sides were gone. It was just sausages. A literal sausage fest, if you will.”

He laughed.

“And I don’t want a first look.” “What’s a first look?”

“It’s when the bride and groom see each other before the wedding. Usually you do it because that way you can get most of the photos out of the way before the actual ceremony, so you can spend more time after at the cocktail hour and reception. But I don’t know, there’s just something special to me about having my future husband see me for the first time on our wedding day as I’m walking down the aisle.”

Bradley leaned over and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “You are going to make such a beautiful bride.”

“Yeah?” you whispered.

He nodded. “You’re beautiful every single day. So I can’t even begin to think what you would look like on your wedding day.”

You saw the look he had in his eyes. Fear. Longing. And you knew what was running through his mind. It was the same litany of things that had been swimming in yours for the last four days.

It was quiet for a minute. Finally, Bradley sat up and pulled your hands into his. “I wish I didn’t have to go.”

“I wish you weren’t going either.”

“I can’t tell you how glad I am that Seresin brought you into the bar that night,” he said. “And how lucky I am that you gave me a chance.”

You let out a low chuckle. “Lucky? Come on. Look at you. You’re a fucking God. And a pilot. I’m lucky you ever looked my way for a second.”

Bradley dropped your hands and pulled you in until you were straddling his lap. “Baby. You’re the best damn thing that has ever happened to me. These last three months with you have been amazing.”

You reached out to cup his face. “They’ve been perfect,” you whispered. “And when you’re back, we’ll have another three months. And another after that. We have all the time in the world.”

His fingers squeezed around your hips. “There’s never going to be enough time with you, sweetheart.”

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, felt his hands slide across your back, one up to your hair. Your fingers pressed into his neck and upper back, pulling him closer to you. Bradley leaned backwards on the blankets and you pulled off of him for a second and laughed.

“What is it?” he asked, eyebrows raised. You had an arm on either side of his head holding yourself up, hair falling across your shoulders.

“We have all this food here, but we barely ate anything. It feels like a reality TV show where they serve the contestants dinner but all they do during is talk and share their darkest secrets and cry to the camera off stage.”

He chuckled and pulled you back down on top of him. “Then tell me, Abigail Minces. What is your deepest, darkest secret?” His voice was gravely and rough, like sandpaper, and it made you tremble in his arms.

“Do I have a dark secret?” you murmured back.

Bradley nodded. “Everyone does.”

You thought about it for a moment. “I guess my secret is that I’ve never really been in love before.”

“Never?”

You shook your head. “No. I’ve never had a relationship that lasted longer than six or seven months, really.”

“I can’t see how that’s possible,” he said, running a hand down your arm. “You’re brilliant and beautiful and sweet. And mean, in the hottest kind of way possible.” You laughed. “It must not have been you, then. It was always the guy’s problem.”

You shook your head. “No, it’s me. I push people away. I always have.”

“Why is that?”

“I think I’d rather be alone than be hurt. That it would be better to be by myself than even risk getting hurt.”

Bradley sighed. “I understand that.”

“What’s your fear?” you pressed.

“That I won’t know how to be a good dad.” It came out in a rush, but immediately. You knew it was something he had thought long and hard about. You ran a hand across his cheek softly. “My dad died when I was so little, I never really knew what it was like to have a dad. So I’m scared I won’t be good enough.”

You shook your head and cupped his cheek. “You are going to be a fucking amazing dad. Just because you don’t remember your dad well doesn’t mean he wasn’t a good dad. And just because you didn’t grow up with him doesn’t mean you can’t be a good dad and role model and parent. It’s something you learn, Bradley. Something you grow into. Sometimes people with two great parents turn out to be awful parents. And people with no parents turn out to be great moms and dads. The only thing that matters is that you care enough to want to be a good dad. That’s all that counts.”

He closed his eyes and when he reopened them you saw they were glassy. “I’ve never told anyone that before.”

You laid and propped yourself on an elbow and ran your fingers along his arm. “Thanks for telling me.”

He smiled. “So we’re officially reality TV stars, is what you’re telling me?”

You nodded. “Oh yeah. All we need now is some juicy footage that they fade away and cut off right before commercial break.”

“I think I can make that happen,” he whispered seductively, pulling you in tightly, threading his fingers into your hair as he kissed you.

This felt different. The other times had been sex. Fucking. And good sex, that was for certain. But this made you understand what people meant when they said making love. It had always sounded so cheesy before. But with Bradley, it wasn’t.

His movements were slow, graceful. He clung to you like you were the last breath of air in a rapidly filling tank of water. Every touch was intentional. He trailed kisses up and down the length of your body, covering every square inch, until you were convinced no one had ever known you like he now did.

And when it was over, he pulled you close. So tightly it was almost as if he was afraid you would disappear at any moment.

“I think I’m falling in love with you, Abby,” he said quietly after you both caught your breath. “And you don’t have to say it back, because I know you might not feel the same way. Or you might not be ready. And that’s OK. I just couldn’t live with myself if I left and never told you.”

You wanted to say it back. But you had never let yourself speak those words aloud to anyone else. Not in a romantic way. Not in a way where you actually meant it. You opened your mouth to speak, and words dried on your tongue before you could say anything.

Instead, you pulled him closer. Pressed your lips to his. Memorized what he tasted like, how he felt. “Tell me again when you’re home,” you whispered. “And maybe then I’ll be ready. If you can wait that long”

Bradley smiled. “Baby, I’d wait a hundred lifetimes for you.”

***

It felt like a fever dream. You got the call with fifteen minutes left in your lab. You called in a TA and immediately hopped in the coupe, going twenty miles over the limit across the bridge to North Island.

Inside the gates, you threw the car into park and got out on shaky legs. It had been exactly twelve days since they left. Those twelve days had felt like a lifetime. You had been slow to grade papers. Even slower to do basic things around the house like laundry or putting away dishes. All you could think about was what if something happened. What if none of them came home?

What if only some of them did.

There were a few other cars in the parking lot and as you stepped out onto the tarmac, you noticed a few others standing around, the same anxious pain clearly written across their faces. Coyote’s parents. Mav’s girlfriend from the Hard Deck. Diana was notably absent. Natasha’s cousin she had previously mentioned, who lived just north of the city. Jake had told you in advance his parents weren’t coming, that he would talk to them when he got home.

If he got home.

The tension was almost too much. Everyone stood with bated breath. Until finally, you saw a group emerging from the carrier at the far end of the tarmac. Once they were about a hundred yards away you squinted, trying to count. There was a mix of green flight suits and khaki uniforms and you couldn’t get a clear picture of whether or not anyone was missing.

When they finally came within easy eyesight, you spotted Natasha first. She had a somber look. Not one you would expect from a successful mission. But your heart lifted seeing her. It meant she was home. It was proof. Bradley had said it was impossible and that they may not come home. But there was Natasha, standing in front of you, hugging her cousin. Alive.

You were so caught up in staring at their reunion, you almost didn’t see him.

“Abby,” he said and you whipped your head around. Jake stood five feet in front of you and you launched yourself into his arms. He caught you in midair, your legs wrapped around his torso, his hands firm against your back and one in your hair, holding you to him as tightly as he could. He smelled like jet fuel and the ocean and citrus and you started to weep, not caring as the tears bled straight through onto his flight suit.

And even though he was the one returning, hugging him felt like coming home. Your heart started to ache with relief.

When he pulled back and set you down, you grabbed his face with your hands. “You made it,” you whispered through the tears.

“I told you. If it was the last thing I ever did, I would come back for you.”

You stroked your thumbs over his face before pressing your head against his chest, feeling his strong arms pull you in tight. “I knew I could count on you.”

He pulled back. “Bubs.”

There was something in his voice. A pain that ignited fear in every cell of your body. When you looked up into his green eyes, you knew what he was saying before he could even say it. Before Bob could step forward with the folded flag in his arms, you were falling to the ground, Jake lunging after you, grabbing you seconds before you hit the asphalt.

He held you on the ground while you cried, clinging to his jacket arms. It sounded like he was underwater, but you could still hear the words that would haunt you forever.

“I’m sorry. Rooster, Bradley, he didn’t make it. We did everything we could, but it wasn’t enough. They had us outnumbered.”

A part of you registered Jake scooping you up, taking you inside and setting you down on a chair. The rest of the team’s sympathetic arm and knee pats. How Natasha sat next to you and held your hand in hers, her head bowed in silent tears. Bob’s shaky hands as he held out a bottle of water as an offering.

Jake made the executive decision to drive you home in your car, pulling the keys out of your fingers and forcing you into the passenger seat. You didn’t even remember the drive home, or how you got through the front door and into the living room.

All you heard was Jake’s voice when he said, “He gave me something to give to you.”

“What?” you looked up, eyes glazed over. You had a headache from the tears. You weren’t sure if a minute had passed or an hour or two days.

Jake crouched down in front of where you sat on the cough and reached into his flight suit, pulled out a white envelope. “Rooster. He gave me this the day we left. Said if anything happened to him, to make sure you got this.” He paused. “He was a good guy, Abs. I’m sorry I didn’t say that sooner.”

You reached out a shaky hand and took the envelope.

“Do you want me to go?” he asked quietly.

You looked down at the envelope, and then up at him before nodding. “I think I need to do this by myself.”

Jake looked defeated but nodded in understanding. He leaned over, kissing the top of your head. “Call me when you want to, OK? Otherwise I’ll come over tomorrow to check on you.”

“Thank you,” you whispered quietly as he walked down the hallway and out the door. You waited until the door was shut before you slid a finger under the seal.

You had never seen Bradley’s handwriting before. It was almost chicken scratch. It was exactly what you expected from him. So much so that it made you laugh beneath the tears.

Abby,

If you’re reading this, then first off, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry to leave you. I’m so fucking sorry that we only had three months together. I’m sorry that you’re hurting and I’m sorry that I am the source of that pain.

But I needed to write this, just in case. Maybe I’ll come home and this will get thrown away in a trash can on base. I hope that’s the case. But if it isn’t, and Seresin has given this to you, then I’m sorry.

The only thing I ever wanted to be in my life was a pilot. An aviator, just like my dad. I knew how dangerous it would be. I’ve always known the risks. They just never seemed like a big deal.

Until you came along.

Abby, you changed everything for me. Loving you these last three months could hold me over for another seventy years. I need you to know that if all the time we had was three months, that was enough for me.

But I need you to be happy. Baby, I want nothing more than for you to be happy and to live a long, good life.

And that means a life with Jake.

I’ve watched you two together. There’s a reason I was so spiteful toward him, and it wasn’t because of our past. It’s because I know that he loves you in a way I never could. He knows you like the back of his hand, and that’s saying a lot because he’s pretty vain so he probably spends a lot of his time looking at his body parts in the mirror.

I know he would do anything for you. That he would leave the Navy if it meant being with you. You’re his entire world. We were both so damn lucky to have been loved, to any degree, by you.

A part of me always knew you were his. But can you blame me for shooting my shot? You’re the most wonderful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing.

Do me two favors, baby. First, can you find someone to buy the bungalow? I’d like it to go to a nice family. Maybe a single mom who can raise a son there, just like my mom raised me. I don’t care if it goes for under market value. Just make sure it’s someone who needs it.

Second, don’t pine after me for too long. You can mourn. But let yourself move on. My mother never did, and it killed me to watch her be alone. You have someone right there who loves you. I hate to say it, but I think Jake can give you more than I ever could have. Give him a chance. I know I waited too long to give him one.

This is getting long and sappy. So I’ll leave you with this. Maybe my life didn’t really start until that night you walked into the bar. It might have been short, but God you made it so sweet.

I’ll be thinking of you, sweetheart.

All my love, Bradley

A/N: GUYS I am sorry in advance!! I loved this Bradley, but there were only a few ways everything could pan out. There will be one final chapter to wrap the series as I couldn't fit it all into this one!

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★ 2007 SDCC

Official name: Comic-Con International 2007 (Supernatural Screening and Q&A) Location: San Diego Convention Center, Room 6CDEF, San Diego, California Time: Saturday, July 28, 2007, 2:45-3:45 (GMT-8) Panelists: Craig Tomashoff, Jensen Ackles, Eric Kripke, Ben Edlund, Sera Gamble Last episode: 2x22 "All Hell Breaks Loose Part 2" May 17, 2007 Next episode: 3x01 "The Magnificent Seven" - Oct 4, 2007

Question Index: 1- First Comic Con experience (Kripke, Jensen, Gamble) 2A- Season 3 teasers (Kripke) 2B- Season 3 Plan (Kripke) 3A- New Characters "Ruby, Bela" (Kripke, Jensen, Edlund) 3B- New characters (Jensen) 4- Returning Characters (Gamble) 5- Dean's 1 year 6- Sam and Dean fun, Pre-finale thoughts, spn's main theme (Jensen, Kripke) 7A- Hollywood Babylon 2x18 (Edlund, Kripke) 7B- Hollywood Babylon 2x18 "Exec Notes" (Kripke, ) 8- Origin "Reaction" (Kripke) 9A- Favorite Episode (Gamble) 9B- Favorite Episode (Jensen) 9C- Favorite Episode (Kripke) 9D- Favorite Episode (Edlund) Int- Charity "Fandom Rocks" (Kripke, J2) 10- Impala 67 "Engine" (Kripke, Jensen) 11- Mary and Azazel (Kripke) 12- Paranormal on Set (Jensen) 13- Pranks (Kripke, Jensen) 14- Favorite One liners "Dean" 15- Deleted Scenes (Kripke, Jensen) 16- Pre-series Sam and Dean (Kripke, Jensen) 17- Cinematography "Tall actors" (Kripke, Jensen) 18- Impala 67 "Sam driving" (Jensen, Kripke) 19- SPN Music "Album/Playlist" (Kripke, Jensen) 20A- Set Mishaps (Jensen) 20B- SPN Music "Film Reel" (Kripke, Jensen) 21- Season 2 DVD "Promos" (Kripke) 22- SPN Music "Deciding" (Kripke)

(video playlist and transcript below the cut)

(*if you notice any mistakes in the video transcripts or found more video coverage of the con please point them out thanks*👍)

◘Supernatural at Comic Con 2007 Part 1 by hmfergie◘

Holly Ollis is on stage, standing in front of the podium mic with Craig Tomashoff sitting beside her. To the right of Ollis is a long clothed table with mics and name cards for each of attending panelists.

Holly Ollis: Okay, I have a little news for you first. Um, Jared Padalecki really wanted to be here today. (audience aw’s) But, unfortunately he was working making.. the first episode of the new season of the show till six in the morning and missed his flight. (audience aw’s) So, I’m sorry. However! (holds finger up) we have Jensen Ackles in the house, (audience cheers) (briefly raises up her fists in cheer) who will more than make up for it, and (gestures to the right of the stage) in addition to our other producers. (audience chuckles)

And- Yeah, no pressure. And I just wanted to introduce our moderator. It’s the West Coast Bureau Chief for TV Guide, Mister Craig Tomashoff. (audience claps) (?He’s getting to introduce?) you into the show and some videos, and then he’ll be back to introduce our panel. (audience cheers and claps)

Ollis exits the stage. Tomashoff stands up and takes the podium.

Tomashoff: Thank-Thank you guys, uh, for coming. I- I’m actually totally fascinated by the concept of the Winchester girls. Um. (audience screams) (holds out hands) Hey, I don’t know if you rank out, by the way, but I could always use that sort of fanbase. So. (audience laughs) (?Everything- Everything-?)

Audience member: (?Orange Howage?) has TV Guide in the TV. (audience cheers and claps)

Tomashoff: Alright. (shrugs) Thanks for letting me on to the, uh, the feedback. And, uh, just get me my own crew and then we’re set.

Um, I just wanted to say something, like, really quick. It’s actually an, uh, honor moderating for this one. I’ve been doing a lot of- of over this weekend but, uh, I actually really love the show. I’m just e-excited (audience woo’s) (?And apparently you’re too excited..?) (gestures hand) (?to be here one time?) (?) (audience claps and cheers)

It’s just that the- the beauty of the TV reminds you of, like, as a kid you just stay up late to (gestures) watch, like, the Chiller Theater and all that kind of stuff. Only you, like, (raises hands up) get into this show and get the excitement.. uh, without the used car ads and all that kind of stuff. It-It- It’s just- It’s-It’s a really entertaining show, one of the most fun that we have on TV.

Audience member: Yeah! (audience cheers)

Tomashoff: So, what- I wanna tell you what we have coming up for you before we get to our panel. Uh, we have a couple of surprises, uh, and things for you to look at. Uuum, first of all, we have, uh- uh.. a world premiere of a “Script to Screen,” uh, video. It’s going to be from the season 2 dvd collection, uh, (audience cheers) Sept. 11th. A beside the scenes making of last season’s season finale. Which I’m going to guess you all know the name of.

Audience: “All Hell Breaks Loose, Part 2!”

Tomashoff: All- All, uh, “All Hell Breaks Loose”.. (holds two fingers up) “Part 2” (audience cheers) Uuuum, It just shows why they never leave the gates of hell open, by the way. (audience laughs) (holds up hand) If I could leave with any bit of advice today, never open ‘em. And, if you open ‘em (gestures) (?check?) it quickly. (audience laughs) Because nothing good is coming out. (audience laughs)

Um, we’re gonna follow that with a 2 in a half minute hightlight reel put together by the producers, exclusively for you guys. (audience cheers) (?) all the stuff, and we’ll be back.

Tomashoff leaves the podium and stage. Video skips to Tomashoff back at the podium.

Tomashoff: -(?Can’t these guys?) (?) like, one day j-just wake up, sleep late.. (audience laughs) get a sandwich, go to a movie.

◘Supernatural at Comic Con 2007 Part 2 by hmfergie◘

(0:00-H2)- introduction

Tomashoff is standing at the podium mic

Tomashoff: First up, producer, Sera Gamble.

The audience cheer and clap. Gamble walks across the stage to the far right of the stage to sit in the last seat with a name card.

◘Jensen Ackles at Comic Con 2007 by emyrize (0:00-0:34)◘

Tomashoff: Okay, next up, a-a man you’ll recognize, duh, Eric Kripke, (audience cheers and claps) executive producer and creator.

A stage assistant walks up to the front of the table and fixes a name card. Kripke walks up on stage and stops near the chair that is the third seat to the right of the podium. Kripke waves and then sits down. The woman leaves.

Tomashoff: Alright, uh- uh, a young man who’s, uh, you know, getting a break with the show. And, uh, hopefully, uh, things turn out for him pretty well. I think they might. Uh, Jensen Ackles.

The audience screams and claps. Jensen walks on stage. The stage assistant returns to the front of the table to signals to Jensen where to sit. Jensen waves at the crowd, touches Kripke’s shoulder and then sits to the left of Gamble.

Tomashoff: And the last, and never, never least in anyone’s hearts, co-E.P., Mr. Ben Edlund.

The audience cheers and claps. Gamble and Jensen clap. Edlund walks on stage and sits to the left of Kripke. Tomashoff leaves the podium and goes to sit in between Kripke and Jensen. The stage assistant taps on the table and then leaves.

◘TV Guide Supernatural Interview SDCC 2007 Pt 1 by Gonturan74◘

Tomashoff: Alright, first, thank- thank you guys for being here.

Kripke: No, thank you.

•(1:06-H2, 0:08-G1)-SDCC07;Q1- First Comic Con Experience (Kripke, Jensen, Gamble)

Tomashoff: (looks at his right) But it- Now, I, uh- (looks at towards his left) This is your first Comic-con, right? (Jensen and Gamble nod) (looks back to his right) Were your first like full-on Comic-Con experience for you guys?

Jensen shrugs and nods at Gamble. Gamble nods back.

◘Jenen Ackles/Eric Kripke talk about Season 3 by XKathy09X- (0:08-0:31)◘

Kripke: Yeah, we screened the, uh, Pilot, uh, a couple years about, but, uh, none of us were here, so this is (raises hand) our first interaction with, uh, Comic-Con. We’re overwhelmed. (audience cheers and claps) So, thanks for showing up!

Tomashoff: (looks at Jensen) Um, w-what do y’all think so far? (shrugs) What would you rate the experience?

Jensen: I’m- I’m still- I’m waiting for my heart race to.. (waves to himself) (audience and Kripke laughs) (?um, stop racin- stop racing.?)

Gamble: That’s more cameras than I’ve (raises hand) ever seen pointed- (laughs). (audience laughs) (laughs to Jensen) I should sit next to you all the time. (audience and Jensen laugh)

Tomashoff: Alright. So (?I think?) the only problem you’re going to have today is people aren’t very enthusiastic. (audience chuckles) (to the audience) So, I think, uhh, you’ll have to amp it up a little bit for these guys. That would be great.

Um, yeah. I guess, ehhh, what I want to do is sort of start with the end, with the finale we saw a little bit of. Iiii- I mentioned before, y-you gotta know if you leave the Gates of Hell open… it’s not going to be good. So, um-

Kripke: No, no, it’s rarely good.

Tomashoff: Yeah, but a- a couple seconds, maybe.

•(2:02-H2,1:04-G1)-SDCC07;Q2A- Season 3 teasers (Kripke)

Tomashoff: So, what’s, uh, what’s in store? What, uh, what can you tell everybody that, uh, we got to look a little bit forward to?

Kripke: Yeah, uh.. You know, f-y- season 3 is the, um- a-a war time season. Uumm, which, uh, in the- it’s- it’s a giddy time inside the writers room. (audience chuckles) Uhhm, because, you know, we’ve had, you know, two seasons of.. mythology. And- and quite frankly, (undulates his hand and repeatedly nods) the mythology is starting to get.. a little complicated towards the end there. And, um, and so to be able to kind of.. (swipes) wipe it clean and have a fresh slate and (gestures) lead organically into, uh, you know, a-a-a much bigger escalation and a much more vital storyline.

Jensen is making an exaggerated face while pouring himself some water. The audience giggles.

Kripke: Which is, “it’s the end of the world,” like, “pick of arms, choose a side.” You know, “try to fight it,” ummm.. and, uh- and just, you know, “raise some hell.”

So, um, you know, we’re- we’re really excited, um, for this season. And we think, you know, we’ve always aimed for kind of like the big picture of mythic storytelling of like Star Wars, and Lord of the Rings, and Matrix. And, there’s always a point, in which.. you know, you kind of set the chess board, and it’s kind of time for the fun stuff to begin? And, it’s time for the fun stuff to begin. (audience cheers and claps. Jensen nods.)

Tomashoff: (?Season’s been-?) (shrugs) It’s been kind of fun so far. But, uh,

Kripke: Yeah, it’s been fun so far. But it, you know, it- it’s time for the battles and it’s time for the good stuff. And, we’ve been, like, the whole time when this show got picked up I was like, (prays) “Oh, please make it to season 3, because season 3 is when all hell breaks loose.” (audience giggles) And, uh, I’m glad that here we are. And, uh, and we’re looking to deliver for the fans. (audience cheers and claps)

•(3:27-H2, 2:29-G1)-SDCC07;Q2B – Season 3 Plan (Kripke)

Tomashoff: (?That said?) have you ever mapped it out? Have you mapped it out that much in advance? (Kripke: It’s-) Uh, have you mapped it out to (gestures) “Okay, we to season 3 we’re going to be here, and four and five.”

Kripke: Y-You have kind of like a rough map, you know? You very intentionally leave a large, gaping holes in it because (gestures) certain storylines..(nods) accelerate and certain storylines take longer than you think. But, yeah, (gestures) there’s like a rough plan that (looks at Tomashoff), you know, that we’re still, uh, vaguely on track with, yeah.

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•(3:51-H2, 0:00-G2)-SDCC07;Q3A- New Characters “Ruby and Bela” (Kripke, Jensen, Edlund)

Tomashoff: (?That said-?) Now, I know there’s, y’know, (opens hands) some things you can maybe say about the, uh, n-new season. Uh, some new characters. Uh, (Kripke nods: uh-huh) two, uh, female characters.

The audience starts clapping. Kripke points out into the audience and laughs. Jensen raises his eyebrows and claps. Gamble claps and then straightens her hair behind ears.

Tomashoff: (?) (nods and briefly gestures to the audience) uh, apparently the Winchester girls! Uh, (looks to his left) What can you guys tell us-

Jensen: Thank God. (audience laughs)

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Tomashoff: I see. So, well, how often have you had to go into the writers’ room and say, just, you know. “Come on.”

Jensen: Just anybody but Jared, for cryin’ out- (audience and Gamble laugh) Something! Someone! (smiles)

Gamble: You’re saying that now.

Jensen: (nods) Yeah. (smiles)

Tomashoff: That’s why he’s not here.

Jensen: Yes.

Tomashoff: So, uh- So, we can say those kinds of things. What- what can you say, uh, about the new, uh, (looks to Kripke) characters? The two new females that are coming in?

Kripke: Ummm- uh, Well, y’know, a- a couple of things. There’s- one is, and this is sort of to fans and certain misconceptions and whatnot. Um. (audience laughs. Jensen smiles) There- there not brought in to be the boy’s girlfriends. (Jensen shakes his head) There-there’s not going to be the four of them, like, riding in the impala, (The audience laughs. Jensen laughs to himself) like, eating Scooby-Snacks, and.. (audience laughs) You know. An-and, like, you know, and-and playing like- that’s not the intention at all.

There-there brought in to be, um, a-antagonists and obstacles to the boys. (Jensen nods his head) Um, they thread in and out of stories the same way a lot of our other characters did, like, uh, you know, Gordon, or Agent Hendrickson, or Bobby (audience woo) and Ellen. (a few audience woo’s and claps) And we’re working really hard to introduce them.. correctly and making them part of the fabric of the show that the-the universe was always going to expand, and there’s always going to be these new characters. And so- different characters.

And, so, we’re introducing them right. And, um- and they’re both very different. (Jensen nods) You know, Ruby is kind of unhinged and a little ruthless, a little dangerous. Um, tune in for episode two. There’s a big reveal on Ruby. She’s sort of (Jensen nods) not who she seems to be. Umm, and, uh, Bela, who I’ll let Ben because Ben Edlund created her.

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Edlund: Ah. (Jensen smiles. Some of the audience woo’s and claps) Hi, um, (audience laughs) Well, Bela is, uh, you know, in this world. Uh, pretty much everyone who’s got contact with the Supernatural, the stories we’ve been telling, they’re cause-based, right? I mean, like, it’s a- it’s a heroic struggle of good verses evil. And, Bela is designed to be, uh, not that. You know, she doesn’t really have a cause. She’s in it for herself. She is a, uh.., a thief basically.

And so, we’re going to play, I think, um, some pretty interesting games with her. And, uh, she’s going to be kind of a constant foil for, um, the boys’ intensive activities. Not constant like Scooby Doo kind of foil. (audience chuckles) That’s not what I’m talking about. Um, (big nod) but, yeah! So, she’s pretty cool. She’s a cat burglar.

Kripke: Yeah.

Edlund: She’s hot. (audience and Kripke laugh)

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Tomashoff: That helps. (turns to Jensen) Um, Jensen, what do you think about having the newww characters in here? Ehp, no love interests, apparently. (Jensen laughs) So, you know, skip that. But, uh.

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Jensen: Um, well, you know, I- I think it’s, uh- I-I know from Jared and I’s perspective it’s very welcoming to have, uh, to have people come on the show to- You can actually, um-um, build a relationship, form a-a structured relationship with someone. I know that, um, you know, we’ve had a couple of characters come in and out. Umm, you know, we had Dad on for a while, and that was, uh, (a few audience woo’s) you know, great to have him. And-and every time he’d come on, there was just this (gestures) dynamic that- that we felt very comfortable in, because it was something that was familiar to us. Uh, same thing with, uh, you know, with-with Jim Beaver who playing Bobby. (audience cheers and claps. Kripke nods.) (Jensen nods and claps)

Um, you know, it’s just- you get to- you get to really.. dive in and explore a relationship between two characters when you get to work with them more. So, uh, I think to- to introduce, uh, characters that are going to be around a bit more, whatever they might be, you get to see more of the dynamic between those characters, between the-the two brothers and it just- (gestures) It adds more layers to an already very layered show. (nods)

•(7:28-H2, 3:40-G2)-SDCC07;Q4- Returning Characters (Gamble)

Tomashoff: Okay. Ah- (shrugs) I-I probably can’t say a whole lot about who’s coming back, whether it’s Dad, whether it’s anybody. I don’t- (gestures) Sera could you maybe talk a little bit about the other things coming back from ll-last season?

Gamble: We’re going to see Gordon again. (audience woo’s) Gordon is… bad things, bad things are in store for Gordon (laughs). (Jensen and audience laugh)

Tomashoff: (?) You say that very sadistically. So

Gamble: I- Gordon is one of my favorite characters, and it just so happens that we were working on something for him this past week, so I’m- I’m really stoked. And that he’s such- Sterling K. Brown is a fantastic actor and that we were really lucky to get him. And he’s, um, an Army Husband on “Army Wives,” so we don’t have him for long. So, we wanted to make sure we took advantage of him.

And, um, we’re- we’re really exploring Bobby this season. We’re telling his story (audience cheers and claps) for the first time. (nods) (Jensen pumps his fist) And we have- we have these two women. And they’ll be right in the boys’ faces. But, they won’t make them happy or satisfied (Jensen chuckles. The audience laughs) in any way. (laughs) (Jensen smirks and briefly raises his eyebrows) It’s just more pain and torture, because that’s what our show is. (audience claps)

Tomashoff: (to Jensen) You will regret being happy about this, by the way. (?Uh, now that they’re on-?)

Jensen: (shrugs and leans forward in his chair) I-Hey, I don’t know. (shakes head) Just any-anything- anything.

Gamble: I’m sorry, you’re the star on the most nihilistic show on network (Jensen briefly drops his head) television. (laughs) (audience and Kripke laugh)

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Jensen: Fantastic.

•(4:49-G2)-SDCC07;Q5- Dean’s 1 Year (Jensen)

Tomashoff: Okay, looking at this one now. In-in theory anyway, Dean has a year to live.

Jensen: (nods) Yes.

Tomashoff: Right? Uhh, you know, there’s always the story, “If you had a year to live, what are you gonna do?” So, uh, you got a year to live. What are you gonna do?

Jensen: (laughs) (audience laughs) (briefly tilts head) Well.

Tomashoff: Well, apparently.. battle the (?demon of your life?)-

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Jensen: Well, what would Dean do? Uh, (laughs and wipes lip) I think it’s fairly obvious what Dean would do. (audience laughs and catcalls) (nods) And, uh, he plans on doing that. (audience laughs) (turns to Kripke and laughs)

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Kripke: Lots!

Jensen: (to the audience) Lots, lots of that.

Tomashoff: (?You can see the weekend show on?) Cinemax, Friday nights after midnight.

Jensen: Yes. (Kripke laughs) (?All of a sudden the game show?)

Kripke: “The Dean Winchester Diaries!” (The audience laughs. Jensen laughs and claps.) (laughs)

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Jensen: Um, you know, so- so you mix that in and-and also trying to- to stay true to what he is and what he does with his- with his brother. And-and- and keeping that, uh, you know that- that road show (gestures) and that heroic force going. But also, uh, you know, having that knowledge of knowing that, “Hey, I got limited time.” (shrugs and then looks at Tomashoff) “I’m gonna make the most of it.” (looks back at the crowd) And, uh, his idea of making the most of it is, uh, (laughs) (audience laughs)

Gamble: That’d be a European (Jensen: Good times.) ver- movie. (laughs)

Jensen: (nods to Gamble) Yes.

Tomashoff: H-Hopefully no torture though.

Jensen: No.

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•(0:31-S5, 0:03-G3)-SDCC07;Q6- Sam and Dean fun, pre-finale, theme (Jensen, Kripke)

Tomashoff: Seems like they’d torture you. Um, although you actually raised one point. I-I sort of thought, again watching that, that I feel kind of sorry for- for Sam and Dean. And, like, really- How much fun do you ever get to have? It’s dark. It’s- you beat (Edlund laughs) demons all the time.

Have you ever thought of doing, I don’t know, the Hawaiian episode or something like that. (audience laughs) You know?

Kripke: He’s-

Jensen: I have often been trying to pitch the demon surfer… (nods at Tomashoff) (audience laughs) in Hawaii.

Kripke: That’s true. There-there- That’s true.

Tomashoff: (looks at Kripke) You’re on the spot now. (?You got to turn this one?)

Kripke: Um, you know, it’s-it’s- that’s not really the show.

The audience aw’s and laughs. Jensen slaps the table and then briefly slumps into the back in his chair, looking away off stage. The audience laughs.

Kripke: I mean-I mean.. I mean, we’ve been (shrugs) it’s- You know the- you know, like, uh, it was a-a- I think it was a quote from a-a Sam Raimi actually. Uh, which is (audience woo), you know, uh, “Invent characters you love and then torture them.” (The audience laughs. Jensen pumps his brow, smiles, and nods) Um-And-and, you know, Sam and Dean, that’s their heroic struggle, man. (Jensen nods) I mean, you know, we’re-we’re.. hoping for a happy ending for the Winchester boys when it’s all said and done.

But, um- But, you know, they’ve- they’ve got a lot of work to do. And then- You know, but, they have fun along the way. I mean, you know, it’s just their fun is sort of, you know, kind of reckless-cowboy fun. It’s roadhouses and beer and loose women (Jensen looks at Gamble and then smiles big and nods. The audience laughs) and.. you know!

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Tomashoff: Y-You say that like a negative. (?you know what I’m saying?)

Kripke: Ye- No, I’m not- It’s not a negative. I’m saying there- there’s like a real- (Jensen smiles) you know, part of this show is it’s-it’s, you know it’s on the road. And-and there’s sort like a wish fulfillment to just be able to.. ditch your job, ditch your life, (Jensen nods) get in a muscle car, and just cruise the country. And.. that’s fun too! I mean, that part.. you know, that “Great American Road Trip.” Uh, you know, there are moments so, uh, you know, it’s not all bad. It’s, uh.. You can’t have a horror show and (Edlund laughs) have, like, nice things happen, like, (Jensen and the audience laugh) “What a delightful piece of pie.” (audience laughs)

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•(1:36-G3)-SDCC07;Q7A- Hollywood Babylon 2x18 (Edlund, Kripke)

Tomashoff: You guys, you know, one of the- one of my favorites from last year was the, I think Ben, you wrote, the, uh, Hollywood episode.

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Kripke: Yeahh. (Jensen nods)

Tomashoff: Which was the- (The audience cheers and claps. Jensen claps) They really know you.

Edlund: Yeah. (laughs)

Tomashoff: Um, I mean, where did that come from? It was- It was kind of a funnn one off sort of thing.

Edlund: Oh, yeah. Well, I mean, you know, the- that sort of just kind of.. proves that they can have fun in a way. It’s more we have fun.. than they have it. You know.

Kripke: (laughs) Yeah. Right. That’s right. (Jensen smiles and nods)

Edlund: They have a lighter moments here and there. And, that one I think came from.. Well, I mean, really the Hollywood episode is the challenge for every kind of show, you know what I mean? Like, you’re eventually going to take a look at something like this, (Jensen nods) especially if you don’t.. Ah, you know, if you’re getting around the country this is a show about Americana in a lot of ways. Probably, because these big, you know, central kind of draws, Americana, American ghost stories take place there.

Um, but that was just really, really lots of fun to do. I don’t know.

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Kripke: An-And we became, uh- We became enamored with the idea of.. that they make- they’re making, basically, an episode of Supernatural.. (Edlund: Right) in the show. And, um, you know, one thing that I’ll completely admit this, and (Edlund laughs) if I get busted for it, I don’t really give a crap. (audience laughs. Jensen smiles.) The, um, the Gary Cole was this studio executive, you know? (audience woo and clap) And every note he gave.. the production were real notes we got from the network. (Jensen laughs. The audience oo’s, and claps)

So, if you go back and look at it, we have had to suffer every one of those notes like, “Why can’t it be brighter?” (Edlund laughs) And-and you know, and “Why?” and all those things. And then.. we hung him. And, (Edlund: Yeah.) (Audience laughs. Jensen laughs) (mimics his neck snapping) And snapped his neck! And then, so we’re like, “Well, that’s our response.” (Edlund laughs. The audience laughs)

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Tomashoff: Finally get even after all this time.

Edlund: A lot of catharsis in that show. (Jensen shrugs)

Kripke: Yeah, it was very cathectic, if nothing else. (Jensen wipes his forehead, laughing) So.

Gamble?: (?)(?crying?)

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Tomashoff: I-I-I’m curious what you heard when you were pitching the show. D-Did you guys do it? (?)

Kripke: You know, it was the funniest thing! The notes call us.. and we’re you know-

Edlund: They were loving it!

Kripke: They loved it.

Edlund: Yeah!

Kripke: “We-We loved it! It’s so funny!” And we’re like, “Really? Because we’re ripping on you.” (audience and Edlund laughs. Jensen silently laughs.) Umm, but they loved it. So. yeah.

Edlund: Yeah.

Kripke: Yeah.

Edlund: They really do. Well it’s-

Kripke: They have a sense of humor.

Edlund: It’s-It’s true. It’s a fun house mirror. I like those. (Kripke and Edlund laugh) I like to look like- to look like a little round one and then a tall, skinny one.

Kripke: He does. He does a lot.

Edlund: I really do. I’m stuck on the tall, skinny one.

Tomashoff: you have them in the office or do you just walk by and (?)

Kripke: He just likes to go to carnivals. It’s a weird thing for him. (audience laughs. Jensen smiles and shakes his head)

Edlund: I’m glad you hired me. (Kirpke and audience laugh) It’s nice to have an address to show up to everyday (Kripke laughs). Keeps me grounded. (audience chuckles) Thanks.

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•(4:02-G3, 1:39-H3, 0:00-M6.5)-SDCC07;Q8- Origin “reaction” (Kripke)

Tomashoff: Uh, you know what? Actually, d-uh, I’m curious if you could step back to the beginning of the show when you’re pitching it around just to get (Kripke nods) it on the air, what the reaction was. I mean, was it- (gestures) was it the same, “Yeah, but could we get them a dog?” (audience laughs)

Kripke: Uh, (laughs) No. No. You know, it- it was- it was an idea or a version of an ide- of an idea that I had for.. probably like eight years before it got set up. And-and it used to get a (Tomashoff nods: mhm) cold response. Um, but there were (gestures) different versions of it. And some of them sucked out loud. (audience giggles) And, like, you know, one of them was an anthology, and one of them was a reporter, and, you know, there’s all these different versions of the show. And- and it always met with a collective yawn.

Um, but, it, you know, it just goes to show you, it’s like, you know, you hold on to an idea long enough and-and (gestures) sooner or later the market kind of turns and, you know, the- the market of what people are looking for just kind of turns in your favor. And, I happen to be pitching it just by a fluke of timing right as “Grudge,” and “the Ring” were, like, tearing up the box office. So, you know, it was a really easy pitch to sit down in front of, you know, a network and say, “ You know, “the Ring” and “the Grudge” are doing” (Edlund laughs) “you know, in box office. I wanna do that on TV.”

Um, and of course, (gestures) you don’t- the show isn’t really that. (Tomashoff: Yeah) In your heart you know what you want the show to be. (gestures) But, you just need a pitch to get them excited. (shrugs) And-and they, you know, they were- they were really excited.

We were actually in a bidding war on- over the Pilot once (gestures) once the time was right. (Tomashoff nods) So, um, you know, a lot of enthusiasm for the idea. Um, and then I wrote it and then they said, “We hate it.” (Edlund and audience laughs. Jensen smiles) But-but at least the pitch sold.

I-eh- that’s really true. I spent three months on the script and was like, “I love- Here’s my baby.” (mimics carefully handing over his script) (audience giggles) And I showed it to them and they were like, (mimics flipping through the script) “This is- this is unreadable.” And they tore it up (mimics tearing the script) (audience aw’s) And-and-and they said, “We hate it.” And-and so I, uh, me and you know, co-executive producer Peter Johnson- (gestures) I spent three months on the first draft. We tore it up. We re-broke. (gestures) And, the entire story, (looks at Tomashoff) I wrote it in ten days. And-and that was the pilot that got shot.

Tomashoff: (nods) (audience woo) I can see why you hung ‘em, uh, (thumbs) hung the guy and broke his neck now. (audience laughs)

Kripke: Yeah, well (shrugs) you know.

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•(3:38-H3, 0:03-G4)-SDCC07;Q9A- Favorite Episode (Gamble)

Tomashoff: It made you feel better, and then you got it out of your system. Um, the- going back actually to the Hollywood episode makes me also wonder, going down, everybody (gestures to his left) tell me your favorite episode. Do you have a particular one? Maybe, you know, (shrugs) whether you wrote it or you had a big part in it. (gestures) Was there one you looked back, like, “Yeah. You know, that’s, uh, that’s the one.”

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Gamble: No. (laughs and shakes head) No, I’m kidding. (the audience laughs. Jensen smiles) Uh, I- Well, I really like “the Pilot” still. (audience woo) Uh, I fell in love with the show when I saw “the Pilot.” (audience clap) The second I saw the ghost for the first time? I was like, (nods) (stage assistant goes up to the table and talks to Tomashoff) “That is the show I’m working on. For sure.” (Stage assistant leaves. Jensen nods)

And, um- You know, I just think we do really good season openers. (nods) I really liked, um, “In My Time of Dying” a lot (?). (audience cheer and claps) (nods) Yeah. Yeah. (leans forward to look at Edlund) And everything Ben Edlund ever wrote. (Jensen laughs. The audience laughs and then cheers.) (laughs) (?I’m the worst?)

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Edlund: Thanks. Let’s trade. (laughs)

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Tomashoff: (gestures to Jensen) Go on.

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Jensen: Uh, I-I-I got- I mean, I’ve got a few that are very dear to me. Uhhh, I know- I mean, obviously the pilot is-is- stands among- among all the rest. But, uh, “Dead in the Water” (scratches the back of his head), um, holds kind of a special place in my heart. Dum, It’s kind of the first time where I really got a sense of who Dean was, and I was able to peel back some layers.

Uhhm, but I think more recently, I think my-my favorite, just because the amount of, uh- uh, the toll that it took on me personally, was the, uh, the season finale of season 2, uh, “All Hell Breaks Loose, Part 2” (nods) (audience cheers and claps) Um… You know, after building a relationship both on-camera and off-camera with, you know, the guy that plays your brother, uh, on the show (gestures) and then have to play scenes, uh, in a room with him (gestures) dead, uh, was (briefly looks at Tomashoff) (Tomashoff nods) very, very, you know, hard and emotional for me.

And at the end of the day, I was just- I was completely spent. And so, I think that, that really- cause I- I was able to kind of go someplace and-and do that. And, um, you know, what- those are kind of.. defining moments for me as an actor to be able to do that stuff and-and really feel proud about it. (nods and looks at Tomashoff) (Tomashoff nods and then turns towards and gestures to Kripke. The audience claps and cheers)

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Kripke: Um… I mean, you know. I mean, I love them all. I mean, they’re all kind of, you know, different versions of my kids. (audience chuckles. Jensen smiles) But, um- uh, my favorite in- my favorite- my single- if I had to choose one single episode in season 2 as my favorite, it’d been “Nightshifter.” The, um.. (Jensen nods. The audience cheers) Ben’s- Ben’s bank robbery episode. It’s just (gestures) the-the concept was so tight. And-and it was so well written.

And-and Phil Sgriccia, the director who’s directed some of our best episodes. I mean, if you look, the ones he did they are always some of our best. And he just shot the hell out of it. And, um, and-and it was the most enter- probably it’s- for me the single most entertaining episode of the season.

Edlund: Alright. (Kripke turns to Edlund) Thank you.

Kripke: Yeah, you’re welcome. (Edlund laughs)

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Edlund: Um-

Kripke: If you don’t choose from me, (Edlund: Yeah) (wispy voice) you’re fired! (Audience and Gamble laugh. Jensen smiles)

Edlund: They’re all from you. (Kripke laughs) (spooky voice) They’re- All of them. They’re your children. (audience laughs) (clears throat)

Yeah. Uh, I like, uh, I like a lot of them. You know, um.. (points at Kripke) Oddly enough! I was- before you said that, I was actually thinking of the genie one. (audience woo’s)

Kripke: Oh, (nods) (?directorial?)

Edlund: Your directorial debut.

Kripke: My directorial debut!

Edlund: Um, (Kripke: Thanks, man.) but also, (points at Jensen) You-you know, Jensen, you went through a hell of a lot in that one too. Wasn’t (Jensen: Yeah) this like, directly- it wasn’t as built, you know, the big..(gestures) lose-your-brother thing, but there was an emotional place that, that got to.

That thing- I really loved that. And the story conceit worked really well. (taps knuckles on table) Uhm, (to the audience) this is a good show, I think. I like it. (audience gives an affirmative response back, and then claps and cheers)

Uh, I also really- the thing I really got me into the show.. Um, I mean like, more so than I usually get into.. TV, yuh- at all, it was the, um.. the-the run, uh, the end, like, three episodes of the first season, (Kripke nods) when it really started to do its first, like.. you know, “curl.” The “curl,” of the mythology started to crash on its first shore was really great. And the way that the- that just: the plotting, the breaking, and the intensity of it, erum, rocked! So, good. (Kripke laughs.) Well done! (audience laughs)

Kripke: Thank you.

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•(7:37-H3, 0:15-GF1)-SDCC07; intermission- Charity “Fandom Rocks” (Kripke, Jensen)

Fan: This actually isn’t much a question as, uh, two comments. One, Jensen, I just want to see “Ten Inch Hero” on Wednesday, first off. (audience claps and cheers. Jensen nods) (?) And, two, I’m here on behalf of some people on Fandom Rocks, which is an orgazia- a group of fans looking to donate money to charity. And they have some letters for you, Mr. Kripke, Jensen, and also one for Jared, before he wasn’t here. Is it alright if I bring this up to?-

Kripke: Thank you.

Tomashoff: (points) You can pass it to- over there to the Warner Brothers people.

Kripke: To the lovely woman whose there.

Jensen: Thank you.

Kripke: They will get to us. Thank you very much.

Tomashoff: Thanks. Alright, next.

Fan: Hi

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Kripke: Hey

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Fan: Um, so I’m sure there’s a couple of different cars that you use when you’re filming the show. Obviously, this is a car question. (Edlund laughs) I just wanted to know what size engine.. is in it?

The audience woo’s. Edlund looks at Kripke. Kripke rotates his head in a circular motion. Edlund laughs. Sera and Jensen laugh. The audience laughs.

Kripke: You- (laughs) I- (laughs) Is that an entendre or…? (audience laughs)

Fan: I like classic cars.

Kripke: (turns to Tomashoff and laughs) It felt like one didn’t it?

Tomashoff: (?I was waiting for a certain word to show up?) (nods) Yes, (?I was sure it was one?).

Kripke: Um, I-

Fan: It could be. If you want it too. (laughs)

Kripke: I, uh, (looks at Jensen) Do you know? I don’t- I honestly, you know, like there’s the Transpo. Department up there-

Jensen: We got a 427 in one, I know, uhhh

Kripke: Nice.

Gamble: That’s awesome.

Jensen: And then that’s the biggest- That’s-that’s w-

Kripke: So, tough. (audience laughs)

Jensen: (sits ups closer to the mic) That’s the biggest one we got. That’s, uh, that’s-that’s (rubs forehead) that’s the stunt one. That’s the one- we got, uh, we got some- some hydraulic brakes. We got skid plates on that one. We’ve got some stabilizing bars underneath it, uhm (audience wows)

Edlund: Jensen is a man.

Kripke: Yeah, he’s a real man! (audience laughs. Jensen laughs. Gamble nods. The audience starts screaming)

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Fan: Thank you. (Edlund laughs)

Kripke: Wow.

Jensen: And then we have a few others that are just kind of, you know, “picture cars.” That you know, “run” But, none of ‘em- none of ‘em feel as (looks at Kripke) good as that one. (audience laughs)

Kripke: I’m impressed, man.

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Fan: Hello. I think it’s aawesome that I’m here.. to see you.. cause

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Kripke: Cool. (Jensen nods)

Fan: You’re really nice.

•(0:04-H4, 0:07-GF2, 0:05-M11)-SDCC07;Q11- Mary and Azazel (Kripke)

Fan: Um. My question is, um, in “All Hell Breaks Loose, Part 1,” (Kripke nods) um we find out that Mary has some connection with the Yellow-Eyed Demon. I’m wondering if, uh, that will be elaborated on in, like, the future because the Yellow-Eyed Demon is.. dead? (audience chuckle)

Kripke: Right. Well, uh, you- you leave Sam as sort of the sole survivor of all that. So, um, yes. The question is sort of, you know, uh, “Which path is, you know, Sam going to go down?” And, but for now- for the time being, you know, with the Yellow-Eyed Demon dead, it’s, you know, he’s not having visions anymore. He’s not having any of his premonitions. He’s just back to being a regular blood- uh, red-blooded guy, fighting demons, you know? Uuum, and-and it’s-it sort of (gestures) leads into the-the bigger issue of this war and all the demons that they, you know, have to fight.

Um, but yeah. You know, There’s- there are those issues and we certainly don’t drop that thread. You know, we’ll (gestures) continue it throughout the season. (gestures) But no more psychic kids. (Fan: Yeah) I got sick of them. (audience, Edlund, Tomashoff, and Jensen laugh.)

Um (briefly looks to his left and then gestures) But-but one. You know, Sam’s left, but all the other ones, I mean, they were great actors and great episodes, but by the end, I was like, “Okay,” (gestures at his neck) “We need to kill them all.” (audience laughs)

Jensen says something off mic to Kripke.

Kripke: Yeah, yeah. And, in the- in the second episode there’s like a (gestures) big sort of reveal about Mom. (gestures) (Jensen nods and mouths yup) (Fan: mhm) Because, if you remember in.. (points to fan) that episode you’re referencing, it’s like, (gestures) “Wait, Mom knew this demon? And what’s the connection?” (Fan: yeah) And we-we definitely track through as well.

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Fan: I’d like to make a comment. Uh, I like how you used “Carry On, Wayward Son” for the recap- (audience woo)

Kripke: Sweet. (Jensen nods. The audience cheers and claps) (?No way?)

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Fan: Hey, uh, thank you guys for all being here. That’s pretty sweet. (Kripke nods: Sure.) (Jensen nods) Uh, you guys have the greatest show I’ve ever seen. So. (Jensen tilts his head and nods)

Kripke: Cool man! Thanks! (audience cheers and claps) Thanks a lot!

•(1:40-H4, 0:21-GF3, 0:08-M12)-SDCC07;Q12- Paranormal on Set (Jensen)

Fan: Uh, I was just wondering, you guys are dealing with a lot of dark material, obviously, like, uh, urban legends and references to.. paganism and stuff. And I was just wondering, if you got, uh, anything supernatural or unusual going on set (?usually?)?

Kripke: (looks at Jensen) Jensen? (audience giggles)

Jensen: Uum, (laughs and then shakes head) Everyday, man. (Kripke and audience laugh) (looks at Kripke and laughs)

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Jensen: No, it-t-there’s- ther-there’s- there hasn’t been anything- I mean, we’re so used to-to, you know, a hundred plus people working on set, so the (gestures) bangs and the things drop, and then the, you know, just working on set is- is, s’you know, scary in its own right. But, uh.. (audience chuckles) I don’t think we’ve had anything, you know, to write home about as far as being, “Whoa!” (leans back) or “We’re dealing with something that’s actually present.” (audience laughs) Um.. And if we are? We’ve got the means to take care of it. (audience laughs)

Kripke: Right! (audience cheers and claps. Gamble nods.)

Fan: Thank you. (Jensen nods)

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Audience member: I love you, Jensen! (Jensen smiles and nods. The audience laughs)

Jensen: I love you too. (Kripke and the audience laugh. The audience cheers and claps.)

Fan: I love you too. (Edlund, Jensen and the audience laugh) Okay, first off, I just wanna say, thank you for making a fantastic show. I’ve been with this since “the Pilot,” and I loved every episode. (Jensen nods)

Kripke: Cool. Thank you.

•(2:45-H4, 1:27-GF3, 0:15-M13)-SDCC07;Q13- Pranks (Jensen, Kripke)

Fan: Um, with all the.. long hours that you guys were working, and the time that you put in, I’m sure that, you know, pranks and jokes are pulled. (audience giggles) And, Jensen, I wanted to know, what’s the favorite that’s ever been pulled on you, and that you pulled on somebody else? (audience giggles)

Jensen: (looks to the side) Oh, man. Uuum, (audience laughs)

Audience member: You got this!

Jensen: Let me get out my list. (audience laughs) Uhh, you know, Kim Manners, uh, writer- uh, not wri- uh-uh, director and, uh, executive producer of the show, uuuum, got us pretty good last- last season. He, uh, he-he actually (leans forward on the table and briefly looks at Kripke) changed the entire schedule- shooting schedule around, so that he could have this one shot done at the end of the day. Uhm, which was, uh, Jared and I (points down) climbing down into a sewer.

(gestures) And they built up this-this big long, probably, 15 foot pipe with a ladder in it on set that we were, uh- to climb (points down) down. (points down) I s- I climbed in first and I was all the way down at the bottom. There was nowhere to go because it was a set. (points up) And, um, Jared’s coming, you know, he’s.. He’s coming in from, uh, from up top. And, uh, right as soon as (gestures) he gets all the way in and I’m down (ducks) there kind of crouched, waiting… two five-gallon bucket of water… (mimics dumping buckets) (audience laughs and oo’s) (briefly looks at Kripke) come over the top. (looks up) And I looked up and I’m just like, “That’s not in the script.” (The audience, Gamble, and Kripke laugh) (looks at the audience and shrugs) Too late. So, uh.. But, uh, we got ‘em back. (smug smirk) (audience woo’s)

And, then there it contin- You know, it’s, uh- another thing people are always asking, y’know, “What-What pranks do you play on Jared? What-what pranks does he play on you?” And, we’ve, uh, we’ve-we’ve quickly decided that, uh, to pit each other against eas, uh, each- to pit ourselves against each other was (shakes head) not the way to go. (audience laughs) (nods) So, we actually get crew members and-and people that come up (Edlund laughs) and it’s, uh, (looks at Gamble briefly) it’s more of a.. more of a team effort. (audience laughs and claps) (leans back)

Kripke: The, uh- By the way, the water getting dumped on him, (gestures) we rolled camera on, (audience woo and wows) um, to film it. It’s on the season two gag reel. So, (Jensen nods his head. The audience screams and claps)

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•(3:22-GF3, 0:00-M12)-SDCC07;Q14- Favorite One liners “Dean” (Jensen, Kripke)

Fan: Hi. I’m a really big fan. I was just, um.. wondering- I mean, Dean has a lot of one-liners that are s- hilarious that crack the fans up. I know two of my favorites are, “I hope your apple pie is freakin’ worth it.” (audience cheers. Jensen smiles) And then, “I full on Swayzed that mother.” (audience laughs. Jensen laughs) So, I wanted to know what your favorite is, Jensen.

Jensen: (rubs his forehead) Oh, there’s so many. (audience laughs) Uhhh, I-I’m not sure I have a favorite. I-I, you know, there’s.. ehhhh, they-they come- I- (shakes head) they make me laugh out loud a lot of times, you know? (leans forward and looks at Kripke while shaking his head) I don’t know, Eric. W-what are some of your favorites?

Kripke: Man, right now?

Jensen: I know right, it’s like…

Kripke: (looking up) Trying to think of them it’s like…

Jensen: There’s so many

Audience member: “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole!”

Kripke points towards the direction of the voice and nods with his eyebrows raised. The audience, Jensen, and Gamble laugh.

Kripke: That’s one of them. (turns towards Jensen and nods)

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Jensen: (Claps and then points at the voice) Get her a drink!

Kripke: (points at voice) Yeah, that one! (audience laughs) (turns towards Jensen) Yeah, I’ll go with that one.

Jensen: Yeah. (shrugs) Hey, why not?

Fan: Thank you.

Jensen: (nods) Yeah. Thank you.

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•(4:47- H4, 0:06-GF4, 0:00-M15)-SDCC07;Q15- Deleted Scenes (Kripke, Jensen)

Fan: I’d like to know if anyone on the panel has one scene that they think is their best work and it was cut for time, and you’re still kind of sad. (audience giggles and aw’s)

Edlund: That opens up a very, very bad.. can of worms.

Kripke: (laughs) Ooh no. Um. No, we actually, uh- Season one used to have that problem a lot, where there were whole scenes we would lift. But no, I mean, by their very nature, they’re liftable, y’know? So, if you can tell the story without ‘em, I mean, a lot of times, you just don’t- you-you don’t need them.

And, season two, actually, we rarely had that problem. We sort of learned what the hell we were doing and we kind of came on- on track. So- No, I mean, if you guys see the, you know, again, the-the deleted scenes and all that stuff, like.. I don’t know if there’s a d- You know, we-we (gestures) put every deleted scene on the- on the DVD. (looks to his left) And I don’t know if there’s any that would, like.. blow you away. (laughs)

Jensen: (makes a grimace) Really stand out.

Kripke: (laughs) yeah. Rea- They can be like, “Oh, yeah, they cut that! Yes, smart! Smart!” (audience and Jensen laugh)

Jensen: (shakes head) Not your best work. (nods) (Kripke and audience laugh)

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•(5:44- H4, 0:03-GF5)-SDCC07;Q16- Pre-series Sam and Dean (Kripke, Jensen)

Fan: Hi, uh, my question’s about season 3 and whether or not there are any plans to show t- uh, the Winchester boys, um, pre-series again like you did in “Something Wicked”? (audience cheers and claps)

Kripke: Um, we’re.. broken on story ideas through the first ten at this point. (audience whistle) There’sss currently no.. plan for that. But, we love that idea. Um, you know, the lil’ Winchesters are- (audience and Jensen chuckle) are sort of like a (?gag? or ?yeah?) or soft of like a fun thing to go back to. And if we find the right story.. Um, you know and it gives- it gives Jared and Jensen some time off, so they’re always like, “How about the little Winchesters?” (Jensen mimics falling on the table. Audience laughs. Kripke laughs.)

Jensen: “Yeah, the kids!” (claps) “That was a Great idea!” (turns towards Kripke)

Kripke: “Yes, I loved that idea!”

Jensen: (rotates his finger in the air) “Follow the act!”

Kripke: “No, no. We should do that! We should have a whole series!” (Jensen and audience laugh) But, um.. I mean, I do like that notion. A lot o fit is actually on- on Jefferey’s availability, (Jensen nods) because, you know, you-you can’t have the kids without Dad. (Jensen nods) And that’s sort of what’s interesting about it.

And he’s- you know, he’s a very busy man these days, but if we were to ever to make it work out, I mean, we love that idea and something that could work out great for us.

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Fan: Thanks. And a great season. And, whoever came up with the idea of using “Renegade” at the end of “Nightshifter” was awesome. (audience cheers and claps. Jensen nods)

Kripke: It was Ben. (thumbs to Edlund) It was Ben.

Jensen: You know, I think to date that’s my favorite (Audience member: Yes!) music cue.

•(7:09-H4, 0:29-GF6, 0:01-M17)-SDCC07;Q17- Cinematography “Tall actors” (Kripke, Jensen)

Fan: Um, do you have any production problems shooting actors that are so, uh, tall? (The audience, Edlund and Jensen laugh)

Kripke: Yeah, we build- we build this (laugh) trough (audience laughs) that (gestures) Jared just walks back and forth in. (Jensen and Edlund laughs) He’s actually 7’3”. (audience, Jensen, Edlund, and Gamble laugh) And, uhhh. No, no, no! (shrugs) I mean, you know. I mean, na- he’s a- (Edlund nods) We call him- Kim affectionately refers to him as Sasquatch. (audience and Gamble laughs) Uumm, But, um, No! You know, we- Sometimes we have issues (gestures), um- (thumbs to Jensen) We don’t never have issues with the two of these guys, because, you know there- you know there both strapping young men.

The audience woo’s and catcalls. Jensen sits up straighter with his brow lifted and adjusted his seating position. He then he briefly picks up a cup and then nods to Gamble. Jensen smirks and then pours himself some water.

Kripke: But, um, every mo- (Kripke looks at Jensen and laughs then returns to the audience gesturing) But, uh, but e-b- but every so often, like, when we bring in, like, you know, a-a, like a female, uh, guest cast, um, I mean it’s like- it’s like, (tilts head and looks up at the ceiling) (audience giggles) “Well, Sam” (Edlund and audience laugh) And- And so that we, uh- (gestures) A lot of times, yeah, we absolutely stand them on apple boxes off camera. So, they’re standing on (gestures box shapes), you know, they’re standing on like, you know, a little two-foot riser to just kind of get up into Jared’s orbit. (Edlund and audience laughs. Gamble smiles)

And- And so that we, uh- (gestures) A lot of times, yeah, we absolutely stand them on apple boxes off camera. So, they’re standing on (gestures box shapes), you know, they’re standing on like, you know, a little two-foot riser to just kind of get up into Jared’s orbit. (Edlund and audience laughs. Gamble smiles)

Jensen: It’s true because if you have a shot that’s over (mimics shot), you know, over her shoulder, looking at Jared (Kripke: Y-) if it was without any lifting-

Kripke: The camera’s going to be like- (mimics high camera) (Gamble looks up)

Jensen: (mimics camera with a low angle shot of his nose with three fingers) It would be up his nose. (Kripke nods. The audience laughs. Gamble smiles) (nods and mouths “yeah” to Kripke)

Kripke: Yeah. (Jensen shrugs and mouths “yeah”)

Fan: Thank you.

Jensen: (shakes his head) Which nobody wants that. (The audience, Gamble, and Kripke laugh)

•(8:26-H4, 1:46-GF6)-SDCC07;Q18- Impala 67 “Sam driving” (Jensen, Kripke)

Fan: Hi. Um, in season 2 s-

Kripke: Check out the Metallicar shirt. That’s sweet. (audience cheers and claps. Jensen smiles and nods) Right on.

Fan: In season 2, Sam didn’t get to drive the Impala on screen, at all. Is there a reason behind it? And is he going to drive in season 3?

Jensen: (leans forward to the mic) Because it’s my car. (audience cheers and claps) (Jensen smiles)

Kripke: (?Woah, love that?) That’s- that’s the answer, man. (Jensen shrugs) Personally, in the room, I always get pissed when they’re like, “And then Sam drives the Impala.” And I’m like, (bangs the table) “Why does Dean let him drive it!?” (audience laughs. Jensen smiles) (laughs) Y’know? So, yeah. It’s Dean’s car. (Jensen laughs and nods)

Gamble: And we’re like, “Because Dean just got shot in the leg.” (audience laughs. Jensen throws a hand up and nods)

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Fan: Um, while she’s still standing this is the woman who does the plastic Winchester fansite online.

Kripke: Oh! (audience claps and cheers. Jensen claps)

Fan: And she actually has them with her but she’s too embarrassed to ask if you could hold them while she takes a picture? (audience laughs)

Kripke: What are they?

Tomashoff: Nope, (shakes head) ma’am. (negative gesture)

Fan: The Plastic Winchesters.

Tomashoff: They can’t do that, ma’am.

Kripke: Yeah, sorry.

WB Rep: Go to the Warner Brothers’ booth after this. They’re all going to be at the Warner Brothers booth at four. (Jensen nods)

•(2:46-GF6, 0:23-M19)-SDCC07;Q19- SPN Music “Album/Playlist” (Kripke, Jensen)

Fan: Okay. (Kripke: Yeah) So, now on to my question. (Edlund laughs) (WB Rep: I’m sorry) Um.. The music. Everyone has said, you know, the music on the show is just fantastic. (audience woo’s) Thank you so much for bringing good music back to the American Television (?Land?). (audience claps and cheers. Jensen nods)

On the CW boards, we have a thread where we, y-you know, try to pick out what the music is from each episode. We have some holes, and we have some cases where.. we don’t.. have the music. We know what it is, but we don’t.. we can’t find it.

Kripke: uh-huh.

Fan: Is there ever going to be an official list of all the songs that are on the show? And then, are there ever going to be.. (Edlund laughs) ways where we can download it? Or see the "official" soundtrack, which would be just awesome. (Jensen turns to talk off mic to Kripke) And tomorrow (?)-

Kripke: We- We tr- We tried and just because, you know- (gestures) I hear you, this music is, you know-

Fan: Phenomenal.

Kripke: My-m-my passion (Edlund laughs) And, you know, so- We tried, actually, to do an official soundtrack. (gestures) The-the- Honestly, maybe, you know, I don’t know, find the right person to write it at Warner Music. (gestures) They-They weren’t interested. (audience gasps and aw’s) They said- they said, because- because there’s so many classic rock compilations, that Supernatural would just be another one, and they didn’t quite see the market for it? (audience boo’s) I KNOW!

Tomashoff: Are they here? (Jensen shrugs)

Kripke: It’s not like we’re biased or anything! (Edlund laughs)

Gamble: (turns to Jensen, leans back, and places hands on chest) (?Horrible Idea?)

Jensen: (?) I know. (puts hand on chest) (?All of them?)

Kripke: Um, I know. And-And so,- and so, uhh, (gestures) we- we actually tried. And they- and they said no to m- us. (audience aw) But, um, but (gestures) maybe, you know, w-I mean, t-that’s a cool idea. And we do certainly have the list, so, you know, if nothing else we could, you know, put a playlist together on iTunes or something and- (audience woo’s) People could- (chuckles and then turns and points towards his left) Somebody- somebody in our gang write that down. (audience claps) And let’s.. deal with that on, uh, Monday.

Fan: Give me your email address, I’ll-I’ll tell you (?what the method is?)

Kripke looks at the table and nods. The audience, Jensen and Edlund laugh. Gamble smiles.

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Fan: Thank you.

Kripke: Thank you.

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Tomashoff: We have time for just a couple more.

Edlund: (?Go ahead.?)

Fan: Hi.

Kripke: Hi

•(0:08-GF7, 0:06-M20)-SDCC07;Q20A- Set Mishaps (Jensen)

Fan: Um, I know somebody already asked about the pranks and everything but, uh- What has been, and this is for everybody- What has been, like.. Has there been a moment whereee something really amusing or something really just out of the blue has happened while-during production that’s been.. funny or strange? Or just- Not supernatural or anything, but um, (laughs) no pun intended.

Jensen: Oh, there’s stuff that happens all the (scratches forehead) time. I mean, even just yesterday, I was shooting a scene with aaa- with a little boy, eh, who comes up and gives me a hug (gestures), and he has this, like, uh, (mimes something in his hand) Nintendo case in his- in his hand, and- and it hooks to my jacket and as he takes off.

Jensen flicks his hand to represent the boy taking off. And then Jensen jerks his body forward on to the table arm first. The audience and Gamble laugh. Jensen gets back up.

Jensen: You know and that was- that was just- Another tim- Yesterday as well, I was- (mimics reaching and grabbing) I was supposed to reach in the Impala and grab my bag, while the-the- the props person had shut the bag’s strap in the door. So, when I went to get it out, it was like-

Jensen mimics grabbing and then pulling on a bag strap but meeting resistance and failing in response. Edlund and the audience laughs. Gamble smiles.

Jensen: (throws up hands) “What is with the-?” (audience laughs) You know, so. (nods) It’s a.. It’s a-It’s a-It’s a constant occurrence and usually you’ll see them on the (tilts head and nods) gag reels.

•(1:08-GF7, 1:05-M20)-SDCC07;Q20B- SPN Music “Film Reel” (Kripke, Jensen)

Fan: Um, one quick question and really random. What was the music for the, uh, film reel that was played?

Kripke: Oh! (Jensen leans forward and looks at Kripke) That’s a Robert Rodiguez song

Jensen: Robert Rodiguez song, yeah. (Gamble nods)

Kripke: for I think, “Once Upon a Time in Mexico.” (audience woo’s) And, uh, Phil Sgriccia, again, he cut that, (Jensen nods) uh, at the end of last season instead of working. (shrugs) (audience and Edlund laugh. Jensen smiles) So. (laughs) But yeah.

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Fan: Thank you.

Tomashoff: Okay. (holds up two fingers) Next, probably get two more? (?)

•(1:32-GF7, 0:05-M21)-SDCC07;Q21- Season 2 DVD “Promos” (Kripke)

Fan: During the last season you did some really, really excellent promos. Uh, I was really glad to see the ProMax BDA.. (Kripke nods) giving five awards for, uh, for those promos. Um, I was wondering if you are preserving those? Wool they-Will they be available on the DVD collection, things like the- the Johnny Cash, “God’s Gonna Cut You Down”?

Kripke: Oh. (nods and then shrugs) (Jensen nods)

Fan: Yeah.

Kripke: Um… Uh, ther-uh, No, but what a great idea. (Edlund and the audience laugh) Um, uh, you know, the season two DVD’s are already done. And, unfortunately, uh, those promos aren’t on them. But, um- But that’s a really great idea for the future. I mean, yeah.

Some of those are really, uh, badass. And.. actually, I hav-I have to give the- you know, uh, There’s two guys, Anthony and Chris at the CW who are, like, (gestures) as passionate about the show as everybody here. And they’re (gestures) always cutting (Jensen nods) these promos and showing them to us. And they did-they cut that Johnny Cash thing. And, they’re, you know- They’re really kicking ass. So, um. But.. But no, not on the DVD, unfortunately. But maybe, you know- maybe we’ll figure out someplace.

Fan: Fantastic. I hope there are some people here who never seen “Supernatural” who are now going to go home and start watching it! (audience claps and cheers. Jensen tilts head and nods)

Kripke: Thank you.

Tomashoff: Okay, last- last question.

•(2:40-GF7, 1:14-M21)-SDCC07;Q22- SPN Music “Deciding” (Kripke)

Fan: Hello, I just wanted to know who the genius behind the music, if it was one person, or a group effort on choosing.

Kripke: Uh, it’s a group effort. (Jensen nods: ?definitely?) Uh, uh, you know, I’m the one who says, “Don’t even bring me anything after 1980.” (Edlund and audience laughs. Some audience woo’s) Um, but, uh- but, uh, Phil Sgriccia and we have a music supervisor, Alex, and, um- and everyone’s always (gestures) combing for like, you know, “What’s- What’s a Foreigner song?” or you know- or-or, you know, “What’s the classic rock song we haven’t heard yet that we all remember but haven’t heard in like 10 years that we can put in the show?” So, no. It’s definitely a- definitely a team effort.

Fan: Well, it’s all very, very good.

Kripke: Thanks.

Fan: Thank you.

◘ Supernatural Panel clips - Comic Con 2007 Part 22 by mobycat33◘

(3:18-GF7, 0:00-M22)- closing

Jensen: Thank you.

Tomashoff: Thank you. Now before, uh, we’re gonna have to wrap it up,(gestures to Kripke) but I know you have something you wanted to say?

Kripke: Yeah, the one thing I wanted to say is- is- is a- a (gestures) kind of a combination.. Thank you so much, and also sort of a mission:

Um, Season 3, guys, we got (gestures) It-it was a little touch and go whether (Jensen nods) or not there was going to be a season 3. And I want to make sure that there’s a season 4. And- (audience cheers. Jensen nods) We-we love the show, (scratches chest) uh, we love the show and we’re passionate about it. And-and (gestures) what we always talk about amongst ourselves is, we have, uh, some the (gestures) smartest, most passionate, most intelligent fans of any show on television. (audience woo’s. Jensen nods. Edlund claps.)

Um, and- (gestures to audience) and I- and I would ask you. I mean, you know, in a certain way season 4 is in the audience’s hands. And so, (gestures) tell your friends and spread the word and-and-and spread the gospel of Supernatural, (Edlund laughs) because we’re gonna keep- we’re gonna keep making ‘em as long as, you know, we have the audience to watch it. So, um, I would- I would ask for your help.

And-and it’s a team effort. We’re sort of all in this together. But-but (gestures) for now, yyou guys are the greatest. And we have- we have, again, we have the best fans. And thank you so damned much. (The audience claps and cheers. Jensen and Edlund clap.)

Tomashoff: And, uh, we’re giving a reminder the (holds up card) autograph, uh, the autograph signing is going to be at the Warner Brothers booth #4329, starting at 4:00.

(turns back and forth and gestures all around) Thank you guys for coming! (Jensen starts getting up) And thank everybody up here.

Kripke: Thank you.

Everybody starts getting up and moving around. Edlund, Jensen, and Gamble leave the stage. Then Kripke follows. Last to leave the stage is Ollis and Tomashoff. Then video ends.

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Like I Can (Part 2)

Summary: After yet another bad date and tired of swiping on apps, the Dagger Squad steps in to help you out by setting you up on a series of blind dates. Much to Rooster’s dismay.

Warnings: fuff, language, slight angst. Minors DNI

Length: 5.7K

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw X Female Reader

Part 1 | Part 3

(Here you go, lovely people! The wait is over! Enjoy❣️)

When you had first told Rooster that you were moving to San Diego, it had felt like the first time in a long time in that things in his life were finally going his way. He was excelling in his career, he was mending his relationship with Maverick, and he finally had the opportunity to start putting some roots down.

He knew how lucky he was.

He had been thrilled to know that you would both be living in the same place for the first time since you were teens. Sure he might have gone a little overboard helping you find a place near him and showing you the hard-learned secrets of navigating the SoCal highway system, but he wanted you to be as happy here as he was.

You were the only person left in the world, outside of Maverick, who had known him the longest. You mattered to him.

It was clear that you thought it had been his doing for how quickly his friends had included you as part of the group, but he knew it was all you. They’d all been so surprised when his nice, sweet friend was the one who kept playing the raunchiest hands during Cards Against Humanity. You’d pretty much swept every round that night. He was pretty sure more than a few of them would trade him for you in a heartbeat.

While they liked you, they loved a competition. He should have seen it coming the second Phoenix volunteered to set you up on a date, because what one person does the rest will undoubtedly follow suit.

And that’s how Rooster found himself watching you on your first of the dates from inside the Hard Deck, the chaos of it all drawing more than one set of eyes to where you were on the outdoor patio.

When he’d arrived at the Hard Deck earlier that evening, he was surprised to see you there already seated next to Bob with his other friends chatting away nearby. He didn’t remember you saying you were planning to stop by.

You looked a bit more dressed up than how he usually saw you, wearing a fluttery looking sundress and your hair piled up on the top of your head. After making a quick stop to get a beer, he’d made his way over to you.

“Wasn’t expecting to see you tonight, kid.” Up close now, he could see some of the soft strands that had escaped your top knot and were framing your face.

He was briefly reminded of the time you got bangs in high school. While he’d thought they had look nice on you, you on the other hand had immediately regretted them, pinning them back until they’d grown out.

“Hey you,” you’d greeted him with an easygoing smile on your face, “I got here a little too early, but thankfully Bob was already here. He’s been keeping me company as I wait.”

“Huh? For what?” he’d asked a bit dumbly, his gaze bouncing between you and Bob.

Shit, did he forget someone’s birthday?

“She’s meeting my friend Casey from the animal shelter tonight,” Bob chimed in, speaking around a mouthful of sunflower seeds, “For the bet we all made the other night.”

“Oh,” he’d felt his eyebrows pull together, glancing back to you, “I didn’t know you were actually going to go through with that.”

He had never understood why you had such bad luck when it came to dating. He assumed you probably got a lot of attention in your day-to-day life, so your stories of dates gone wrong always left him baffled. Anyone could see that you were funny, intelligent, and had the best smile. If you’d been a stranger, he probably would have approached you out in a coffee shop somewhere if he’d seen you drinking one of those extra foamy cappuccinos you liked.

But you weren’t a stranger you were his longest time friend, his most important friend.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you’d asked quizzically, tilting your head at him. “Outside of how competitive you all are, your friends were nice enough to go out of their way for me by setting this all up. Plus, it seems like it could be a lot of fun.”

That was the thing though, he didn’t think you should have to be jumping through so many hoops to find a decent guy to date.

He’d met the guy you had dated before moving here a few times over FaceTime. He would usually try to engage him in some small talk always asking him about how many G’s he’d pulled that day before leaving for beers with the guys or some pick-up basketball game. It seemed to him like you guys had led pretty separate lives, but you liked him so the guy was fine in his books. However, when you had told him that you were moving out here alone, he couldn’t say he was too surprised. That guy was probably kicking himself now, because California looked good on you.

“Speaking of,” you’d reached out taking right forearm pulling it closer to you, he had let you turn and adjust it until you could read the time displayed by the dials on his watch. “I should probably head outside to wait for him there. You said we’d probably need to grab a spot on the patio, right Bob?” you’d asked turning away from him to confirm with the WSO.

“He said he was still looking for a dog sitter, but if he couldn’t find one he’d be bringing them with him,” Bob replied as he scanned the text on his phone, “That’s probably a good idea, just in case.”

He’d known this whole thing was going to be a bad idea, grasping the back of your stool he briskly turned you back towards him to give you a pointed look.

You’d just shook your head at him blithely and rolled your eyes, “It’ll be fine.” The expression on your face told him not to press the matter, even though he knew that would take a lot of willpower on his side.

Sighing in resignation, he had helped brace your forearm as you slid off the tall stool. You’d patted his chest a couple of times before making your way outside, the hem of your dress dancing around your thighs.

He had drunk that first beer a bit faster than normal, trying to focus on the conversation Coyote was attempting to have with him. Then he was waylaid at the bar for a while when he had gone up to get a second, spending some time catching up with Mav who had shown up and was sitting at the counter watching his fiancée as she ruled over her bar.

When he got back and looked out the window to check on you, he was expecting to see you out there talking with Bob’s friend and maybe a dog or two sitting at your feet, instead the scene before his eyes had him storming over to Bob who was already watching the madness unfold.

“What did he bring the whole damn shelter with him? There’s like 7 of them out there!”

“I had no clue he had that many,” Bob admits sheepishly.

“He’s your friend, isn’t he? Shouldn’t that have come up in a conversation before this?” He liked Bob, but you were getting assailed by a few too many energetic dogs for his comfort. He can tell the guy is trying to wrangle them under control, and you’re generously laughing along while they vie for your attention, scratching as many ears as possible.

“They seem to really like her. See how they keep licking her? Did you know that’s an instinctive behavior learned from when they’re puppies? It’s how they bond with others.” His attempt to bring some humor falling flat in Rooster’s ears.

“Not helpful, Bob,” he grunts into his beer his eyes glued on you.

Hangman struts up to them no doubt curious about what has the two of them staring so intently out the large window and lets out a low whistle, “Damn, that’s a lot of dogs.”

The sound naturally draws the attention of his other friends, and they are quick to drop everything to come gather around the window and observe the circus that is your first blind date.

The guy is standing trying to unravel the many leashes he is clutching onto, handing you a couple to hold on to as he works to disentangle the knot that’s formed. Your beer a casualty of the chaos when what looks like a Border Collie mix jumps up on the table.

“Oh shit,” he mutters when he sees you sneeze.

“What’s up, Rooster?” Natasha asked, glancing at him briefly before turning her eyes back to the flurry of fur outside.

“She’s allergic.”

This is what he had been worried about when Bob mentioned your date might be bringing his dogs. He knew your pet dander allergy wasn’t usually too bad with a couple of animals, but being around this many couldn’t be good for you.

Now that you were settled in San Diego, you had told him you had been thinking about getting a pet. It was something that you were never able to have as a kid for the same very reason you were out there fighting back another sneeze. You were adamant about adopting one, but finding hypoallergenic pet in a shelter was harder than it was getting a missile to hit its target.

When he sees you bring the back of your hand up to wipe under one of your eyes, he abandons his mostly untouched beer on the windowsill and marches towards the exit in a few long strides. Fingers already raised to his lips before he’s even made it outside. The sharp whistle he lets out the second his shoe hits the wooden planks of the patio surprising the tangle of dogs surrounding you into momentary stillness.

“Time to wrap it up, kid,” he hollers, jerking his head back towards the door.

Even haloed by the golden light from the setting sun, he can see how watery and red-rimmed your eyes have gotten.

He sees you saying something to your date, handing him back the leashes as you step gingerly around the dogs towards him, making sure to avoid stepping on any of the happily wagging tails.

You’ve got your shoulders pulled back tightly as you walk towards him, determination in every step you take. The force of your glare would be intimidating to anyone else, but he’s developed an immunity to it after so many years of having it directed at him.

Although he doubts you can even actually see his face right now with how puffy your eyes have gotten.

“Are you kidding me right now? What the fuck, Rooster?” you fume at him.

Oh, yeah, you’re pissed. He’ll deal with that later. Standing up to his full height and crossing his arms over his chest, steeling himself in anticipation for whatever comes next.

“C’mon, I bet Penny has something for that,” he says gesturing to your face, “And then I’m taking you home.”

He can tell you’re getting ready to give him a piece of your mind. Probably a very loud and vividly descriptive piece of your mind, but can’t be bothered to regret a thing. He knows he is in the right to intervene on your behalf.

He’s looking out for you, like a good friend should.

And you’re just standing there shaking your head at him, instead of listening to him when you know he’s right.

You’ve always been so frustratingly hardhead, so he pulls out the one thing he knows you can’t resist, “I’ll even stop for milkshakes.”

You look up at him skeptically with narrowed eyes before asking, “And I can drink it in the Bronco?”

That makes him chuckle, of course you’re negotiating with him. “Yeah, yeah. Now c’mon, time to call it.”

Rooster sees the moment the fight goes out of you as you turn back to Cashew, or whatever this guy’s name is. He looks a little like the crunchy granola type, if you ask him.

He grabs your hand pulling you with him back inside, not wanting to let you change your mind while the promise of a milkshake is still at the height of its power.

You tug back making him pause at the entry as you call back to Bob’s friend, “Thank you for coming, Casey. It was nice to meet you, but I think I’m going to head out. Good luck with your fundraiser for the shelter, I’ll make sure to spread the word.”

That makes him smile to himself as he tows you with him, here you are clearly suffering with your allergies and still going out of your way for this person you’ve just met. You’ve always been too nice for your own good. Hell, you’ll probably get the whole team to donate to the fundraiser before he can even get you out the door.

Once back inside he pays the tab for both of you, while you swallow down the antihistamines Penny was able to find in the med kit she keeps behind the counter. The team is surrounding you asking questions about the date.

“I’ll tell you, but that information will cost you. You can Venmo the shelter your donation to their fundraiser and I’ll be happy to answer any questions once you send me documented proof of payment,” you say with a smug smile on your face.

He huffs a laugh while signing the receipt that Penny hands him as the cellphones are whipped out of various pockets.

Such a little hustler.

In school, you were usually the one to sell the most candy bars and wrapping paper during fundraisers. And he was always an easy target, you usually got at least $30 out of him every time. He was never one to say no to a good cause, or to you most of the time.

Bob apologizes profusely to you as he hands you a couple napkins when you start sniffling while gathering up your things. He watches as you just wave him off, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek and tell him not to worry about it.

Huh.

Shaking out the thoughts of you with the soft-spoken WSO from his mind, he starts to guide you out the door to his car with a hand on your back. His other hand involuntarily tightening into a fist as Fanboy calls out promising to do better than Bob when you’re both almost out the door.

He can hear your phone already blowing up with the nosy questions from his squad before he’s even buckled got you in.

And on the drive back to your place he lets you drink your chocolate cherry chip shake in the passenger seat of the Bronco, just as he promised he would.

You weren’t too proud to admit that first blind date was a bit of a mess.

While your eyes had been puffy for a couple days afterwards, you had also managed to get $700 in donations for the shelter from the Dagger Squad with all the questions you had answered for them while bleary-eyed.

And it was Rooster who had ended up sending in the largest donation, which had surprised you since he wasn’t even participating in the bet. He had sent you a screenshot of his $200 contribution along with a text that simply said: “For the animals, thanks for not spilling your milkshake in my car like you did when you were 15.”

You’d sent him back a heart promptly followed by the middle finger emoji.

Thankfully the second date the next week was less eventful.

Fanboy had set you up with one of his friends from the escape room group he was in. When you’d admitted that you had never done one before he’d talked you through all his tips and strategies for how to beat it when you eventually tried one out. His enthusiasm could have been charming had it not come across as entirely mansplain-y.

Why yes, you did know what a topographical map was and how to read it, thank you very much.

You’d felt like some kind of oversized bobblehead since all you had been doing that evening was nodding along as an attempt to stay engaged with the conversation.

Rooster had stopped by when your date had left for the restroom. He was glistening a bit from the sweat he had worked up from the performance at the piano he had just given. It was a newer song for him, but he had still swept the rest of the bar up with his infectious energy.

“I can tell you’re bored out of your mind, kid. How about I show you how to do that four-in-one shot? Once you pick it up you might finally be some competition at the pool table,” he’d said grabbing your beer and swallowing down a few large mouthfuls.

From your spot at the high-top table, you could see more than a few hungry gazes in the crowded bar tracking him. Probably trying to figure out the nature of your relationship with him.

When you shooed him away, he’d pulled down his sunglasses to give you a knowing look before taking your beer with him as he strutted away with a casual: “See you soon, kid.”

He knew you too well.

You weren’t bored per se, but you also weren’t having the greatest time.

When your date got back, it didn’t take long for the conversation to fizzle out, the long pauses feeling awkward rather than companionable. You’d both agreed that it probably wasn’t a great fit and left it at that. You’d even had Penny put his beers on your tab as a gesture of goodwill.

Plus, you had been trying to get Rooster to teach you that trick for ages, and you didn’t want to miss your moment now that he was offering.

True to his word, he spent the rest of the evening teaching you his trick. You warred between watching him intently determined to nail the shot, and avoiding looking at him too closely. The tight jeans he was wearing bringing up some less than strictly friendly thoughts as he bent over the table to line up his shots.

You were still terrible, but you also hadn’t had so much fun in a long time as you traded shit-talk back and forth with him. Cackling at the confusion on his face when he went to grab his beer only to find it empty. It was only fair, after all, he had taken yours.

It’s been a few days since then, and you are back at the Hard Deck for date number three.

From your time hanging out with the Dagger Squad, you’d learned that Coyote was a bit of a classic car aficionado. He had set you up with his friend, Will, who he had met at one of the vintage car conventions he had gone to in the area.

Will was already twenty minutes late when Hangman and Phoenix made their way up to the bar. The two keeping you company for a bit while they waited for Jimmy to get their next rounds, letting you know that Jake had already called dibs on setting up your next date.

“Get ready for a good time, Darlin’,” he boasted.

“I keep telling you my guy is perfect. I already know they’re going to have some instant chemistry. I don’t know why you’re even bothering, I have got it on lock,” Natasha had retorted back.

He’d sent you a cocky salute before they’d both made their way back to the rest of the group in the corner of the bar.

When your date eventually arrived, you guys went through the typical small talk motions, trading the same tired questions that feel more like a casual interview than an actual conversation.

Since you already knew he had an interest in classic cars you had casually mentioned Penny’s ’73 Porsche to him as something to talk about other than the weather or what you did for work, and that’s how you found yourself sitting on your own waiting for him to return from where he was outside snapping away pictures of the sleek looking car.

You’re picking at the label on your bottle of Blue Moon to kill time, when you feel Rooster slide up next to you, the smell of his woodsy cologne giving him away before the print of his Hawaiian shirt does out of the corner of your eye.

“Hey kid, you hungry? I could eat. What do you say to hitting up that taco place we like?”

You gesture to the coat draped on the back of the stool next to you, “I’m kind of on a date right now, Rooster.”

“You sure about that? Kinda looks like you’re just sittin’ here alone to me.” Mimicking you he also signals to the empty stool next to you.

His words landing like a sucker punch.

“I mean, he hasn’t been out there for that long. It’s a sexy car, I get it.”

And you did.

However, it has also been like ten minutes now since he left you, and having Rooster point it out like that made you feel more than a bit self-conscious.

Especially when you look over and catch the rest of the team watching you guys with curious stares from across the bar.

You knew having the dates here for their bet would put you directly in the spotlight, everyone wanting to see how things were going and how their friend stacked up against the competition. First dates were awkward enough without that kind of extra pressure and extra eyes.

Now you were on the third one and things weren’t looking as promising as you had hoped when you first started. It would be humiliating if by the end of this they all thought that you were the problem. And it wasn’t like you weren’t trying, but being on display like this makes you feel like you’re wading through waist-deep mud while everyone watches you struggle from solid ground.

When it came to dating, Rooster always had a much easier time of it compared to you. With those sunkissed curls and that toned body, it was rare if he didn’t get passed at least three napkins with phone numbers scribbled on them during nights out.

Even in high school you were always the one fielding questions from all the girls who were interested in him. Is he seeing anyone? Can you give him my number? He was naturally charismatic, of course people were drawn to him.

But you? You were just Bradshaw’s younger, tag-along friend. And then in college, it had always felt like you were the one who had to keep making all the first moves only to be left wondering why you had even bothered in the first place.

You never had a great poker face, and it’s clear you’re wearing your emotions on your face because when you turn back to Rooster his face immediately softens.

“I’m not trying to be an asshole,” he promises gently, as he reaches out to tug lightly on the end of the braid you had woven your hair in for the evening. “I just don’t get why you’re putting up with this guy ditching you like this. Especially when we could be getting tacos instead.”

Shaking your head ‘no’ to both the invitation and the insecurities that were trying to creep in, “I’m sure he’ll be coming back in any minute now.”

You weren’t excusing his behavior, but you did also want to give him the benefit of the doubt. It could still get better, he could still surprise you.

“And guess what? Apparently Will drives a Bronco too. He pointed his out earlier when he brought it up, but I can’t see it from where I’m sitting. I bet you guys could talk about that if we decide to see each other again.”

Rooster stands up to get a better look out the window that faces the parking lot, “Well, that certainly is interesting, kid.”

There’s a weird tone to his comment, but it isn’t one you are able to investigate further as Will returns back inside making his way to you.

You expect Rooster to go back to the rest of the squad, instead he makes himself comfortable on your other side.

“That’s not a bad looking car, the Fuchs wheels are a nice touch, but I’ve seen better,” Will ignorantly gloats as he sits back down, pulling up photos of another car on his phone to show you. “It definitely doesn’t have anything on the 1975 Porsche 930 Turbo, with its single turbo flat-six and the flared rear wings. Now that beauty was made for speed.”

Mortified you glance to Penny hoping she didn’t hear any of that, but the stiffness of her spine tells you everything you need to know.

This obnoxious motherfu-

“Wow, that’s really something. Do you mind if I take a look, man?” Rooster asks pointing to Will’s phone before you can say anything in response.

“Yeah, bro. Go for it,” he says as hands his phone over, “Spotted that one at the Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance last year.”

You watch as Rooster swipes half-heartedly through a couple of the pictures before catching Penny’s eye.

“Uh-huh, neat. Hey, Penny?” he calls to her, as he sets the phone down on the bartop. “That’s your 911 S out there, right?”

“Sure is, Rooster.” She confirms playing along as she rests an elbow on the polished surface in front of him, a knowing smirk already gracing her features.

“Well then,” a conspiring grin takes over his face as he nods his head towards wood sign strung up between the taps, “I do believe we’ve had not one, but two violations this evening.”

Penny sends a wink his way as she wastes no time ringing the bell loudly and for longer than usual, undoubtedly for the slight at her car’s expense. The action causing the raucous crowd to erupt in cheers.

Disrespect a lady, the Navy, or put your cellphone on my bar you buy a round.

Will is still trying to figure out what’s going on as Rooster leans across you pushing the phone slowly across the counter back to your date with two fingers.

His face suddenly very close to yours. You can see the warm brown starbursts that surround the pupils of his eyes.

“Let’s go get those tacos, kid. Drinks are on him tonight.”

You watch as he slides off of the stool, pulling out his keys from the back pocket of his light wash jeans.

He makes it a few steps towards the door before turning back to you, “I’ll meet you at the Bronco. It’s the only one out there so you can’t miss it.” Giving Will a sharp, pointed look as he passes.

Slipping on his aviators and swinging the fob around his index finger as he struts out of the bar.

Not too long later you’re sitting on the beach with the warm California breeze on your skin, laughing as Rooster tells you about the time during training when half his squad ended up cleaning their gear naked. The Al Pastor tacos you ordered tasting extra delicious for whatever reason.

Try as he might, Rooster could not stop watching you on your date with the guy Hangman had set you up with.

And if he was honest with himself, he wasn’t trying at all. In fact, he was probably outright glaring and he didn’t give a damn.

It was too loud in the bar to hear your laugh from where he sat, but he could certainly see you grinning at something this guy was saying to you.

Did you go shopping for this? The top you were wearing didn’t look familiar to him, he liked the way the straps were tied into pretty bows on your sun-freckled shoulders. Did you mean to look like some kind of a present waiting to be unwrapped?

It was clear to him that you were taking this whole thing more seriously than he ever thought you would.

“Jesus, Rooster. What gives?”

“Huh, what?” he asked distractedly, his eyes remaining on you. He was barely paying attention to what was going on around him let along the game of pool he was supposedly playing with Hangman and Bob.

“Your leg, man. You’re about to set off the San Andres with all that shaking your leg is doing,” Jake says slapping him hard on the side of his thigh as he passes by to line up his next shot at the pool table.

“Actually, San Diego sits on the Rose Canyon fault,” Bob corrects.

“What is this, Jeopardy? That ain’t the point. What I’m trying to figure out is what’s got ol’ Rooster’s feathers in a ruffle over here.” His eyes calculating and his grin sharp.

Rooster hadn’t realized his leg was even bouncing up and down from where it was balanced on the foot rest of the high-top stool he was perched on.

What he did notice is that your date had gotten you a Michelob Ultra.

You hated light beer.

Who did this guy think he was just ordering you something without actually asking you what you wanted? Because there was no way in hell that you ordered that on your own. God, were these the type of men you were forced to put up with here in San Diego? He hadn’t even pulled out your chair for you, for fuck’s sake.

He could tell you were being polite by resting a hand on the base of the bottle, lifting it up like you were about to take a sip before remembering what was in your hand, and setting it back down again.

He might as well have ordered you a water, at least you would have actually enjoyed that.

The guy is massive and covered in questionable looking tattoos, in both quality and taste. Just like his choice of beer.

“Hangman, how do you know this guy again? What’s his name?” he asked, finally pulling his eyes away from you and your date.

“He’s a gym buddy, does those body building competitions,” Jake told him, probably for the second time that night based on the annoyance in his voice. “Really helped me to grow my pecs.”

Why was he flexing instead of answering the goddamned question?

“And his name?” he presses again, pushing his cue into Bob’s other hand officially done with the game. He pulls out his phone and sets to opening up a new tab on his browser getting ready to run a web search on the guy.

“Elijah, why?”

“Elijah what? What’s his last name?” Rooster wasn’t sure what was so hard about this. For how much Hangman bragged about being the fastest pilot, he was really struggling to keep up.

“How am I supposed to know? We’re not that close, man. We share trainin’ tips, not life stories,” he lets slip.

That would not work for him.

Downing the rest of his beer, tuning out the rest of whatever Seresin was saying to him as he stalks off to the bar.

He’s just being a good friend he tells himself, since it was obvious Hangman hadn’t done enough due diligence when it came to you.

Once there he orders another beer from Penny before rounding the bartop to where you sit with your back turned to him. He reaches out and plucks the room temperature Michelob Ultra out from your hand.

“Hey! What the-” he heard you start before turning to see him, “Rooster?” Your eyebrows pulled up in confusion.

“You’re welcome, kid,” he states concisely as he wraps your hand around the fresh, cold Blue Moon he had gotten for you instead.

His fingers brushing the end of the long tail of the bow that danced along your arm as he pulls away, heading back to his vantage point by the pool table.

The pressure in his chest lessening now that you at least had a beverage you actually liked in your hands.

“What the fuck, man? That stunt better not have screwed with my chances of winning, they were clearly hitting it off. Did Phoenix put you up to this?” Jake complained, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

Not bothering to reply, Rooster just waves him off as he watches you lift the bottle to your mouth, taking a sip for the first time that evening. A small smile on your face as you savor the flavor on your tongue.

Good. That’s good.

He’s very pleased when he sees Elijah head out the door less than 10 minutes later. And downright smug when you settle yourself next to him with your Blue Moon in hand.

“Well?” Hangman presses, leaning on the cue stick in his hands, “How’d it go?”

“It was going pretty well until he decided it was more important to lecture me about calorie content and muscle protein synthesis instead of just letting me enjoy my beer,” you said as you rolled your eyes. “So I told him we were probably on two different levels, and we decided to wrap it up for the night. I definitely heard him mutter something about needing a second pump session on his way out though. I hope he meant at the gym.” You scrunch your nose at that.

“Atta girl,” he smiles down at you as he bumps his shoulder against yours, watching as you blushed a little under the praise.

“You all might as well just give me the winnings now, there’s no way any of you idiots are going to beat me. I hope you’re ready to have your feet swept out from under you, my guy is going to be your dream man,” Nat declares, her tone self-congratulatory.

And just like that, he wasn’t feeling so smug anymore.

Read Part 3 here!

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