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joelsgu4tar · 1 month

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JOEL MILLER FIC RECS

⇾ 18+ minors DNI, read at your own risk! ⇽

an appreciation to all my favourite writers out there you deserve all the love <3

Series

— Something To Fight For by @auteurdelabre | After a disastrous blind date you decide to stay away from the miserable Joel Miller forever...

— I Know Who You Are by @punkshort | A fall on patrol causes you to lose your long-term memory, forgetting the identities of your friends and loved ones. You have to learn all over again how to survive in a post-apocalyptic world, and you learn things about yourself along the way.

— The One You Need by @loliwrites | When you move into town hellbent on keeping everyone at arm’s length, your neighbour Joel finds his way into your life.

— By The Grit Of Sandpaper by @penvisions | An offhand comment from you inspires Joel to branch out and create helpful kitchen wares. And it seems everyone has been gifted one from him, except for you. It makes you rethink the casual friendship you had developed...

— I Wanna Be Your Lover by @shellshocklove | Miserable after losing your job, your friend drags you out to a club to dance away your sadness. on the dancefloor, you meet a handsome stranger, who then whisks you away into his fantasy world as his assistant for his porn career. what happens when the lines get blurred?

— If The Door Wasn't Shut by @heartpascal | months of travelling with Joel and Ellie come crashing down on you, the fear is suffocating.

— Stay In Bed by @psychedelic-ink | After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance.

— That's A Real Fucking Legacy by @wyn-n-tonic | When Tommy disappears in search of a better life with a promise to come back for you, his years of absence and the grief it leaves behind drives you and his brother closer together until the man you're sharing a bed and starting a family with is Joel Miller and not the one you always thought it would be.

One-Shots

— No Time To Die by @davosmymaster | The main difficulty of being Joel’s closest friend is not falling in love with him, but you still do. Those feelings are buried until you join him on a mission to trade supplies with Bill and Frank. With your life now hanging by a thread, Joel is determined to get you to safety, but the clock is ticking faster than he can run.

— White Lies by @poeticpascal | Joel would do anything for you. He does anything for you. And he makes sure you don't know a thing.

— Saying Thanks by @vivwritescrappythings | Joel is your grumpy patrol partner who doesn’t even talk to you in the streets of Jackson. But one night a man grabs your arm at the Tipsy Bison, and Joel’s decided he doesn’t like it.

— Soft & Sweet by @cavillscurls | You share your first kiss with the last man you ever expected: your older, grouchy, overly protective patrol partner, Joel Miller.

— Who We Are by @gracieheartspedro | Being stuck on the road with an older guy you've been crushing on for ages won't be so bad, right? wrong. because he's been pining after you, too. and one of you will have to give in eventually.

— Warm Me Up by @tightjeansjavi | While on patrol, you and Joel find yourselves caught in a treacherous snowstorm.

— Love In the Time Of Cordyceps by @sameheart-sameblood | When the world ends, you promise you'll never love again. Joel Miller makes that rule hard to stick to.

— Puppy Love by @absurdthirst | You always follow Joel Miller around, you've got his back. You're in love with him. Putting up with Tess's nickname of puppy dog, you don't realize that Joel feels for you until the end.

— Light The Flame by @yeollie-plz | Your mom moves the two of you back to Texas and attempts to reignite an old flame. What will happen when she learns his candle now burns for you?

— Best I Ever Had by @endlessthxxghts | Someone tries to hit on you on your night out with Joel, insulting your man in the process, and oh you don't like that. You blow off some steam in more ways than one.

— Make A Move On Me by @freelancearsonist | You've been teasing Joel every day since he started remodelling construction on your house. He finally works up the courage to do something about it - but not in the way you expect him to.

— Fire Walk by @motherofagony | A chance encounter at a motel has you crossing paths with a stranger in a blue t-shirt.

— Cry Baby by @psychedelic-ink | bodies have been dropping left and right in the most brutal ways in Jackson. As the relentless wave of deaths continues, your mind becomes increasingly restless. however, you find a sense of comfort and solace in the presence of Joel. who might be hiding secrets of his own.

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the-greendalehumanbeings · 2 years

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to anthony it was also a competition with kate, to prove himself to her in his own clown logic. my best explanation is that he wanted to be around kate, win their arguments (without realizing what his feelings were) and defend his character, but she was always shutting him down, closing the door, leaving the room. so he resorted to manipulative and pushy methods like how he got to sit with edwina and kate at ascot, coming to a party he wasn't invited to, and courting edwina so hard so kate had to tolerate his presence. i think he really didnt care that edwina would get hurt because he was self-centered about his own wants. even in ep 1 it said said to his douche friends the difficulty is finding a wife while "wooing the piece" would be easy - i don't think he cares much about his wife's wants beyond children, he cares more about qualities of a viscountess. my interpretation is that while he says he doesnt want his wife to grieve like his mom did, he's also terrified of losing someone else he loves. throughout the show he doesn't consider any feelings his wife might have for him but is more concerned with choosing anyone with the right qualities that he knows he won't love. esp after ep 4 it's clear he's more spooked at falling in love himself, in ep 5 it's clear he doesn't pay attention to edwina anymore now that they're engaged. he really doesn't care if he hurts her what with the way he's acting around kate, then trying to get out of the engagement without concern for edwina's heartbreak until kate begs him.

but also it's just a lot of bad writing! and i realize i'm rationalizing and giving more thought to this than the actual writers did!! anthony's not the only character they had doing whatever needs to get the plot to the wedding. i think there could be something to be said with anthony's character about unaddressed trauma unintentionally hurting innocent people around you because you're so focused on your own (emotional in this case) survival that you forget they have wants and needs too. but these writers are definitely incapable of handling that topic well lol

I don’t think Anthony viewed it as a competition with Kate. That makes him look even worse. I think the whole thing would actually make more sense to me if not for his actions in ep 2. He goes out of his way to woo Edwina with grand gestures. He buys her a horse. I also think people forget that he was willing to read Benedict’s love poem to Edwina and only stopped because of Kate and Violet. So if he was alone with Edwina he probably would have read it. Which was strange because if he just wants friendship in a marriage, why is he reading her poems about love. I could believe book!Anthony’s courtship of Edwina because he did the bare minimum and expected his title to do the work for him. Which made sense for someone who didn’t want love in their marriage.

But also, if his motivation that he was afraid of loosing someone he loved, the whole thing would have made more sense. His motivation of not leaving behind a grieving wife didn’t match up with his actions. It’s only mentioned in ep 3 and then never brought up again. He doesn’t seem worried about this with Kate. Then in ep 8, it comes across more as Anthony is afraid of loosing someone that’s why he doesn’t want love. But I don’t think the writers wanted to admit that Anthony didn’t give a shit about Edwina feelings, just as long as he didn’t love her. So they had to give Anthony a more ‘selfless’ motivation.

#bridgerton #tbh a lot of things would have made more sense if they wrote ep 2 differently #they should have established each character and their motivations better #like Edwina’s whole pressures of being a diamond #and more kathony interactions

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gweniala · 3 months

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Hogwarts Legacy: A minor rant

I have finished the game Hogwarts Legacy and I have something to say.

The dialogue was super generic. This is not how real people talk! Why did the Keepers not want to wield this "ancient magic"? What did Isidora do that was so wrong besides taking away people's ability to feel emotions (I mean dementor's kiss is lawful punishment) and harnessing the byproduct as power? Why didn't the Keepers explain their fears to her? Fancy accents don't make up for lack of meaning.

Highlands exploration was fine as long as it was about unlocking the map and seeing new places. Dungeons and Merlin's trials were useless after the first twenty.

The Hogwarts castle was absolutely amazing. Walking around the place was a childhood dream-come-true. Hogsmeade, also pretty cool. If the entire game was built around the castle with no interactive "you are here" map, I wouldn't mind that I'd need to learn the layout of Hogwarts by heart. Flying on a broomstick around the Hogwarts towers was amazing. Weird that it couldn't be done in Hogsmeade as well.

The "nasty" dialogue option was incredibly polite, which was hilarious.

It's weird how the main character gets to decide everything. There are four people involved in Sebastian using the killing curse on his uncle, but it's the main character who decides whether he goes to Azkaban or not. And at the time it's framed as "just give us your opinion".

There is not enough warm winter clothes in the gear appearances. I want my character to look warm!

The seaside vivarium music was gorgeous.

At the beginning of the game, I decided not to touch dark magic. Then I ducked inside a Dark Arts Arena, realised that I wasn't going to survive unless I use unforgivables (which were suddenly available among my spells?), and from then on every bad guy was shouting at me "Hey you're the one who uses dark arts!" :/

It's absolutely hilarious how many people I have murdered. And how the game just lampshades this. It's a big deal when Sebastian does it, but dude, my body count is in the hundreds, no one ever said a thing and the bodies all disappeared into thin air.

What part of putting beasts into your bag is "rescuing"? At best you sell them soon for a profit. The other options are keeping them in a tiny vivarium with way too many other beasts, and keeping them in the bag of non-existence forever. Dear Poppy, I am sorry but I am the most potent poacher in the Highlands. I have cought dozens of beasts, bread them and sold them. You're never seeing Highwing again. The last graphorn around? Forget about it. Phoenixes? Nope, not anymore. The only thing I didn't steal were the golden snidgets. Now that I think about it, it's really weird the game didn't let me "take care of them" as well.

The multicultural professor cast were fun.

There should be some way to mark all items in a collection as "seen". Scrolling through the list of conjurations or field guide pages and looking for the one new wasn't fun.

Hogsmeade is supposed to be the only fully wizarding village in England, which, I presume, means that it's the only one that doesn't have a muggle cover-up identity and a muggle population majority. So it was weird to have absolutely no muggles in the Highlands. Hear me out. How about a system where every village on the map beside Hogsmeade is a muggle village? If you get spotted doing weird shit or even practising magic, you get a warning, then suspension (boring unskippable mini-games), and can eventually be expelled (game over). You learn to Obliviate at some point, but you still have to find every individual muggle who saw you and erase their memories before they tell everyone.

The final boss fight was so much harder than the rest of the game that I had to lower my difficulty just for him. Goddamn. I hadn't died once until then…

Things that I wasn't able to do and it sucked the life out of me: Sitting at my house's table in the Great Hall and having dinner. Sleeping in my bed. Ordering butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks.

Some references to the books were stupid. I'm pretty sure that Harry's and Voldemort's wands connecting at the end of Book 4 was a very rare occurrence, and only happened because Harry was a horcrux (and had the same wand core as Voldemort). In this game, you get wand laser push-of-war three times an hour in the main quest line.

I absolutely adored the music sites throughout the castle. The enchanted instruments, the playing portraits, the piano in the Ravenclaw common room, the music room. I love the idea that music is such a normal part of a wizard's life that they have it playing on multiple points inside the castle.

It was weird to get one (very exciting!) stealth quest through "forbidden parts of the castle", only to be allowed to go there afterward without any restriction.

Sebastian and Ominis should kiss.

Ominis' reaction to Salazar's scriptorium was the best piece of dialogue from the entire game. Genuinely felt for the poor guy. And the way he keeps mentioning it later… A rare example where something has consequences in the game. Even if it's unavoidable and the consequences are mild.

#hogwarts legacy #review

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simp4cas · 4 years

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It was Never Us- Chapter 2

Nice and Flowery

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Dean Winchester× Reader

Dean grabs the keys of the Impala off his dressing table, frowning slightly at the fact that he left them in his room.

"Hey."

The older Winchester turns around to face his brother who was towering in the doorway.

"Hey," Dean replies, pushing his keys into the pocket of his jeans, turning around and scanning his room to see if he was forgetting something.

"Dean, what are you doing, man?" Sam asks and Dean turns to him, frowning.

"I just gave Y/n her boots back and a flannel of mine," Dean shrugs, taking a step forward. "I'm thinking of taking her to the town since this place," he indicates around his room, "isn't enough to convince her she's not in Apocalypse world."

"Town?" Sam breathes out, his mouth hanging slightly. "Dean- what do you think is going to happen?"

Dean raises an eyebrow, shrugging obliviously. He frowned though, waiting for Sam's hesitant words.

"You know she's going back, right? To her world. She won't stay here," Sam continued speaking earning a questioning look from his brother.

"And?"

"Dean, I remember what it was like after Y/n- this world's Y/n died, okay? Sure, you wanted everything to get over," Sam sighs, referring to the Apocalypse, "but you're my brother. I know that you were dying inside."

"I don't get-"

"-I saw you, man. The way your face lit up when she walked into the library. I just," Sam hesitates, "I'm happy that she's here too but I get that she's going to leave. I hope you do too."

Dean clenches his jaw, not knowing what to say. He looks around the room one more time, not wanting to think of Y/n's inevitable departure just yet. She just came about 24 hours back and Dean was already felt the old feelings surfacing up.

"Dean-"

"She's probably waiting for me," Dean cuts him off, almost gritting the words out. "You coming or not?"

Sam's mouth opens but he shuts it quickly and shakes his head. "No, the two of you go. Cas and I will find ways of opening the rift again."

Dean nods once before walking past his brother into the hallway.

He enters the map room, faltering when he sees Y/n standing there, tracing her fingers over the continents on the table. Her back faced him. The flannel hung over her shoulders and the sleeves were folded up several times just to reach the middle of her forearm.

She pushes her hair back and Dean, despite himself- traces the movement of her arm.

There she was. Standing there. In the same perfection as she had to almost eight years back.

Sam was right. A part- if not all- of Dean had died that day- the day Zachariah killed Y/n to get Dean to say 'yes'. He had started torturing her and the Winchester hadn't known what to do. Instead, he stood and watched as Y/n spat out blood onto the white marble flooring as she told Dean to say 'no'. Her last words had been, "Dean, no." He remembered the way she croaked it out with so much difficulty as she choked on her own blood.

Zachariah promised to bring her back if Dean said yes. The Winchester spat his answer out, his heart painfully beating in his chest as the angel started torturing Sammy in front of him.

"Bring her back, you bastard!"

"Oh, Dean. Let her death be a lesson to you."

"No, you promised-"

"Well, I lied."

Dean knew he should have forced them to bring her back but at that time, he was so messed up in the head that he killed Zachariah there and rushed to Y/n's dead body, cradling and crying over it.

Since then, he carried the guilt of her death. Of all the people he knew who died, he blamed himself the most for Y/n's death.

Dean clears his throat, taking a step forward. Y/n whirls back and Dean frowned at how alarmed she looked. There was still some dirt and grime on the skin of her arm but Dean ignored it.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," Y/n nods, breaking eye contact and looking around the room. "This is a...cool place."

The exact same voice.

"Yeah, the Men of Letters bunker," Dean sighs, looking around for a second before looking at Y/n again, missing the flash of confusion on her face at the mention of the MoL. "You ready to go?"

"Yep," Y/n nods, raising her eyebrows. "That is only if you let me carry a weapon with me."

Dean falters in his steps and he wanted to look at her incredulously but it didn't feel like the right thing to do. "Still don't trust us?"

"Yeah," Y/n scoffs at Dean's sarcastic question. "Maybe it's because you're with an angel," she says and turns to him, something flashing in her eyes that could only be regret and pain. Dean considers talking about it but when was he ever good with feelings?

"Cas is- He's good. Look, trust me, alright? You can trust me," Dean says, nodding his head, his gaze sincere and promising. Y/n takes a deep breath, biting on the inside of her lip before speaking in a defeated tone.

"Let's go, then."

Y/n's eyes had been widened for the past five minutes and Dean was getting worried.

From the second they rolled into town, she had stopped bobbing her head to the rock music he played softly. He did so because of two reasons. One, since the Apocalypse started in 2004, she wouldn't be that big fan of pop songs. So he put the all-time classic radio channel, playing only rock music. Two, his world's Y/n loved rock. The doppelgangers ought to have differences but he was hoping their taste of music wasn't one.

"You okay?" Dean asks finally, pulling up in front of a small diner. Luckily, Y/n didn't feel the need to carry a weapon.

"No, not really," Y/n breathes out, turning around in her seat so face Dean. "I don't get it. How is your world nice and," she hesitates, searching for a word, "flowery but mine is death and destruction."

"First of all," Dean starts off, slightly offended that she thought this world was flowery. "This world is not nice and... flowery? And second," he pauses, "it might be because your world didn't have me and Sam in it," Dean finishes off, trying to sound sincere and not like a douche. But apparently, his reason had a douche effect on Y/n as she scoffs and looks out again.

"Like you and your brother single-handedly stopped the Apocalypse," she says and when Dean doesn't respond she turns back, eyes widened. "You're telling me that because the two of you didn't exist, my world got damned?"

Dean couldn't respond. He didn't know what to say. Saying yes sounded bad but it was the answer to her question. Y/n pauses before opening the door of the Impala and walking out, eyeing a woman walking with her child on the footpath. Dean gets out too, the comforting smell of leather and whiskey leaving him.

They didn't speak. Dean just followed Y/n as she walked into the diner slowly and sat down in one of the booths. She shimmied a bit in her seat, placing her hands slowly on the table. Dean looked at her and felt a small smile creeping onto his face.

A waitress had come to take their orders- Y/n flinched when she approached but quickly regained her composure and asked for a plate of chocolate waffles, some bacon, and coffee. As soon as the waitress left, Y/n noticed Dean's raised eyebrows and shook her head, blushing slightly. "We don't have waffles in my world," she answers sheepishly, looking around and taking in the atmosphere of the diner.

Dean cringed slightly, feeling like an idiot now. "Yeah," he breathed out. He looked at her, feeling his curiosity rise. "How did you survive? All these years?"

"We had camps," she explains after looking around the diner another time. "Camps to fight against the angels- against Micheal. It's been hard," she says hesitantly, looking down, "and now I find out that because you and your brother never lived in my world, it went to shit." She pauses and looks up at Dean. "How did the two of you stop the Apocalypse?"

Dean shifts in his seat and sits back. "Sam jumped into Lucifer's cage when he was possessed by him. He took Micheal down there too."

"Your brother went to Hell?" Y/n asks, brows shot up and eyes widened.

"Yeah, Cas brought him back." Dean pauses as Y/n mulls over his words. "You died before that," he says before he could stop himself. He felt obliged to tell her the truth- if it was him in her place, he would want the entire truth- but he couldn't bring himself to tell it to her. His heart was still beating painfully- from the minute he saw her. The guilt was going to drive him crazy.

"What?"

"I was Michael's vessel," Dean says slowly, fighting with himself on the inside whether he should tell her the whole truth. Her eyes widen at what he said and he could see a bit of her distrust growing back. "I couldn't say yes. So- um, the angels tortured you- her in front of me. And I didn't know what to do," his voice cracked slightly and clenches his fists on his lap. He stops speaking and looks out at the gathering crowd outside, most people getting to work.

"She told me to say no. Those had been her last words." Dean stops talking as images of that day come flooding into his mind. The guilt crept up his chest, wrapping his heavily beating heart and making it heavier.

"She died for a good cause," Y/n whispers after a few seconds of awkward silence. "She died fighting against angels."

"No," Dean breathes out roughly, shaking his head. "No." He looked at Y/n, overflooded with hatred, guilt, pain. In the storm of those ugly feelings was a small glint of something Dean hardly felt anymore. "Her death was all my fault. She didn't deserve to die."

Y/n knits her eyebrows together and Dean can almost hear the question being formed in her mind. What was your relationship with this world's Y/n again?

Dean may have lied and said that they were friends but at that time he was still too shocked at the fact that she was alive in the alternate universe.

Y/n opens her mouth but is quickly cut off when the waitress arrives and places the two plates in front of her along with a white mug filled with the hot dark brown liquid. She widens her eyes at it, not even thanking the waitress for the food.

Dean takes a bite of the bacon he ordered for himself, looking at Y/n as she carefully cut the waffle and put it in her mouth, her face instantly lighting up as she groans. "This tastes so good," she mutters and stuffs another bite in her mouth.

"Easy, tiger," Dean chuckles, looking at the way she quickly ate what was in her mouth and took another bite.

"Thank you," Y/n says, stopping momentarily. "For buying me breakfast."

Dean tilts his head and nods, about to answer but Y/n quickly starts eating again. He found it better to let her continue without disturbing her.

"So, there was this man," Y/n starts and Dean turns back from the wall, looking at her shift uncomfortably in the wooden seat.

"Okay?" Dean frowns, walking to the kitchen island, maintaining as much distance as he could from her. He was lucky Y/n hadn't noticed his discomfort whenever they seemed to be within five feet of eachother.

Sam was right. It was easy. Get Y/n back to her world. No attachments or feelings. Nothing.

No. It was easier said than done though. It was the same woman Dean fell in love with all those years ago. It was the same woman Dean saw in his nightmares- her always dying because he couldn't get to her in time. It was like his deepest fear- his fear of losing Y/n- had come true on that day.

"He saved me," she says slowly, tracing her fingers over the hot ceramic cup of coffee Dean had offered her; he guessed that by the way she said, "Yes, please," to his offering of another cup of coffee, she must've missed the bitter brown liquid. "Bobby Singer," she nods and looks up at him.

"Bobby?" Dean asks gruffly, surprised that they knew each other in the alternate universe too.

"You know him?" Y/n asks, face lighting up in excitement and a bit of confusion.

"Yeah, knew him," Dean corrects. "He died."

"It seems that everyone you know, dies," Y/n states, her nervous smile slowly turning into a frown as she looks at Dean accusingly. "Or," she pauses, "everyone who knows you, dies."

"Wow. That's extra" Dean scoffs, slightly offended.

"I'm sorry if I'm a bit skeptical," Y/n snaps. "You got me here with no plan of taking me back-"

"-I didn't know-"

"- and Charlie, Bobby, and Y/n- this world's- are dead!"

"I told you that an angel killed her," Dean frowns.

"Look," Y/n sighs, shaking her head, "trusting people- it's not...easy for me. Hell, if you trusted the wrong people in my world, you could die. I just- I need to be sure that- that I get back, okay?"

"I'm not gonna hurt you," Dean shakes his head. "I saved you back there."

"I didn't need saving," Y/n answers after clenching her jaw and Dean scoffs, turning away from her piercing (y/e/c) eyes. "It would have been easier if you left me there."

Dean shakes his head, unable to get rid of the uneasiness in his stomach. Dean's eyes avert as he sees Cas appearing in the kitchen's doorway.

"Dean," he calls in his rough voice and takes a step forward. Y/n had turned around, her mouth hanging on seeing the angel. Fear masked her eyes as she looked back at the Winchester and back at the angel, quickly excusing herself and leaving, trying hard not to brush her shoulder with Cas's.

"Is she fine?" Cas looks back at Dean, confusion marring his features.

Dean thinks back to what she said before. Everyone who knows you, dies.

"I don't know."

Y/n's POV

You rushed out of the room, knowing you wouldn't be able to stay a few feet away from an angel and not kill him. Was it rude- what you said to Dean?

Sure, he saved your life but that gave you no reason to trust him. No reason to trust any of them. He should have left you in that damned world so you wouldn't get a chance to see how life could be. Would be if you stayed here.

But you were loyal to your people and your cause. You couldn't leave them in that rotten world. Who knew what was happening with them right now? What if, while you're here, your camp gets raided by angels?

You shake your head, the uneasiness creating a pit in your stomach. You walk into the library of the huge bunker they had- the Men of Letters bunker as Dean had called it.

The library was huge itself with old faded book spines decorating the walls. They were additional shelves too with luscious leather armchairs in front of them.

Sam was sitting on one of the tables that lined the middle of the library, bent over what seemed to be a tablet. You nod a bit after the momentary surprise, trying to get it into your head that you were in an alternate universe.

Not knowing what to do, you approach the library. Sam looks up before you could change your mind to leave and a small smile appears on his lips. "Hey," he breathes out and you take an awkward step forward.

"Hey." You look at Sam awkwardly smile at you and open his mouth before closing it, looking down at his tablet with furrowed brows. You raise your eyebrows at his unsaid words and bite your lip, looking around the library. "You guys must be rich to afford a library like this- an entire place like this, actually," you state and look at Sam as he chuckles softly.

"No, uh, we actually found the place like this."

"It's a... Men of Letters bunker, right?" You ask hesitantly, almost forgetting the name of the place.

"Yeah," Sam replies, resting his hands beside the tablet on the table.

"So, what do you guys do for a living?" You ask, tugging down at the flannel sleeves Dean had offered to you.

Was it... wrong? That you didn't trust them? Considering how they immediately let you stay in their house and offered their clothes to you seemed as you should. Also considering that Dean saved you. But you were right before- trusting the wrong people could lead to someone's death. You had learned that the hard way- the scar along your back was proof of it.

"Dean didn't tell you?" He asks and you frown, asking yourself when Dean would have the time to tell you that. Oh.

"At that time, I was focusing on saving Charlie from the angels," you answer sheepishly and you shift your weight to one leg as they start aching.

"We're hunters," Sam replies after widening his eyes at what you said- you not understanding the reference you may have made. "Monsters are real. Vampires, werewolves- you name it."

"I know," you say, nodding your head, your mind forming an image of those butt-ugly creatures. Bobby had told you that vamps and werewolves weren't as feral as they were before since they could feed off humans at any time.

But the Apocalypse started and they starved with the decreasing population- turning them into wild creatures that didn't think, didn't sleep- only hunted. The old man had said they were far more dangerous than they were before since nothing seemed to faze them and they only acted upon pure animal instinct.

"You were a hunter in your world?" Sam asks, surprised.

"No," you shake your head, planning to elaborate but a sudden switch flips in your head and a voice shouts in your head, "What are you doing?!" Shit. You had to be focused on getting back home. As every second passed, something bad could be happening. Your anxiety weighs down on you and you look at Sam's worried expression- no doubt on the look of fear on your face.

"What's wrong?" He asks, his chair scraping as he tries getting up, immediately stopping when your hand flies up in fear- telling him to stay where he was.

You didn't want to admit it but a feeling of dread was creeping in your chest, coming like waves. Right when you seemed to be admiring this world, it washed up, bringing in more and more fear. Fear and worry that made you sick in the stomach.

"Nothing's wrong," you shake your head. "Where are you guys on the ingredients for the door?"

Sam sits straighter, his brows knitting together for a second before he answers. "We have everything but one ingredient."

"And that is?"

"Archangel grace."

You remembered Dean saying that Micheal was in his Lucifer's cage. He didn't mention if Lucifer was in his cage as well. But that would still leave two more, right?

"How are you going to get it?" You ask, slight urgency in your voice since archangel grace didn't sound like something anyone could easily come by.

"We're trying to track down Gabriel- one of the archangels," Sam adds in and you take a step forward, his words piquing your interest. He looks down at his tab and stops speaking, a frown forming on his face and creasing his forehead.

"What?" You ask, trying to peek into the tab.

"We have a problem."

"I don't get it. Whats happened?" You ask, taking a small step forward.

"Y/n, you have to stay in the bunker," Dean says as he adjusts his duffel bag on his shoulder, turning around to look at Sam walking into the war room with his bag hoisted over his shoulders.

"There's this witch- Rowena," Dean starts and you nod, remembering the name from when you were sneaking up on the men and the angel.

"That's the woman you were talking to this morning, right?"

"Yeah, she's causing trouble for a few people," Sam speaks now, "and we have to stop her."

"What about finding Gabriel?" you ask selfishly, hoping that they would focus on getting you home first.

"Rowena's going to help us find him," Sam reassures, nodding and making his puppy dog look.

"Let me come too, then," you say on an impulse, not knowing what to do in this huge bunker.

"No," Dean answers and looks towards Sam. "You ready?

"Yeah."

"Wait, why not?"

"We'll be back in a few days- a week, maybe," Dean says and drops his voice. "Look, I'm the one who brought you here. I'll take you back too, okay? It's my responsibility."

"What do I do here, then?" You ask, folding your arms above your chest, exasperated by the idea of staying in this place.

"I don't know- read some books, watch some Netflix," Dean says, shaking his head slightly.

"Netflix?" You ask, looking at Sam to see if he understood the word. He chuckles softly as Dean closes his mouth, confused at your question before rolling his eyes.

What the hell was a Netflix?

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