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agusvedder · 5 years

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Alpha and Omega / Moriah/ Rising Hell- Spec and some parallels.

Ghost Situation:

-Alright, I was thinking that maybe, just like it happened in the Season 11 finale “Alpha and Omega”, they will take advantage of the ghost situation in “Rising Hell” and build a soul bomb with the help of Rowena, but instead of using it with Amara, this time they will attack God/Chuck with it.

This is what I think it’s what Rowena’s got in her hands (Promo pic from 15x02 “Rising Hell”)

Another important thing is that after Dean and Sam left Waverly Hills in 11x23, the haunted asylum where they fished all the souls for the bomb, we saw as Billie was observing them. And this is important because I’m about to talk about her next.

Billie/Chuck Rivalry:

The scene that I will refer too is also from Alpha and Omega (11x23). Billie wasn’t Death yet, she was just a reaper so this scene is curious. She said she will reap god herself, I mean... was she in the top of the hierarchy of Reapers at that time?

Why would a simple reaper REAP GOD?

From where I recall, The Death told Dean He will reap god when it comes the time, but then Dean killed him, so the place was left available. Billie always works by the book and it’s very respectful with the natural course of life... EXCEPT when it comes to the Winchesters, despite saying otherwise. He hinted Sam about being impure in the biblical sense in 11x02 Form and Void, knowing he’s smart enough to found out the cure, he teased Dean letting him know Sam was alive in 11x17 Red Meat, and telling him that she will say NO everytime they try to make a deal with her, like she’s closed and unreachable, but in Alpha and Omega 11x23 she offers herself to help them, she follows them to the bunker and offers the souls from the veil to end with Amara. I mean, she keeps teasing about the definitive death but she never gets to do it, and when she finally has a chance, she gets killed by Cas.

She’s not a simple reaper, and Chuck knows it, but he cannot say a lot without giving a lot about himself either so he just stares at her with angry eyes while she didn’t even looked at him, not even ONCE.

He does NOT LIKE HER. Why would that be?

Now the theory about Billie teasing the guys with death constantly to make herself being killed to become The New Death actually makes sense.

Now we can see the full picture, because in that moment we didn’t have all the information about what Chuck was and have done. Now we can say for sure he hates her because she’s unpredictable, she’s not manageable. She’s impossible to write and she makes her own choices, and that pisses Chuck off.

I mean, we’re sure He hates her, like he said in Moriah (14x20)

The old Death was all about “Fried pickles and tickle porn”. That’s something pretty... personal to know about someone, right? Chuck and the old Death were old pals and they knew each other pretty well. In my opinion, Old Death knew EVERYTHING CHUCK WAS DOING. Why? Because he allowed Dean and Sam to die and come back again and again, because Chuck “rebuilt Cas more times than he could count”, because Death gave Dean his ring in season 5, just to fit his old friend’s narrative.

Thats another reason why Chuck doesn't like her maybe, because she was evidently plotting to take his place as soon as it was left available, and that not only will end with his association with Death but also give her too much power. Power she will use against him.

This is a piece of dialogue from Form and Void (11x02) Billie tells Sam:

“You and Dean . . . Dying and coming back again and again. The old death thought it was funny. But now there's one hard, fast rule in this universe. What lives . . . dies. So the next time you or your brother bite it, well, you're not going to Heaven . . . Or Hell. One of us -- and, Lord, I hope it's me -- we're gonna make a mistake and toss you out into the Empty. And nothing comes back from that. I know you're dying. I can feel it. You're unclean in the biblical sense. So I'll be seeing you again, Sam . . . Seeing you real soon. Name's Billie, by the way.”

Alright, she’s pretty clear with this: “Now that the old Death is dead, let’s hope I am the next one to die to take his place... take this, it’s a little hint for you to cure yourself, I’m Billie, remember me”

She told something similar to Dean in Red Meat 11x17:

“I'm not here to bargain with you, kid. I'm here to reap you. And the kicker is... Sam's not dead. But you are. Or will be, soon enough. Trust me. If the big “W” bit it, I'd get a call. Come along now, Dean. It's time. The Empty... it's waiting.”

I MEAN, without the old Death to rule the reapers, who is the “Lord” or the Reapers? Why did she took the lead? Maybe because she has a very powerful association with a cosmic entity just like Chuck had with the old Death?

Even when he keeps teasing Dean and Sam about their soon deaths, it appears to be she can always find a way to help them (Celebrating the life of Asa Fox / Advanced Thanatology / Nihilism) but when Rowena tried to ask her to bring his son back in Funeralia, she refused...

How can she refuse to bring Crowley back when his soul would be DEEP INTO THE EMPTY ‘cause he was a demon? and according to the Shadow itself, not even GOD had power in there... why would Billie?

What’s Billie Association with THE EMPTY and HOW WILL THIS AFFECT THIS SEASON?

My evident speculation is that Billie already knew who Chuck was, what he does with his drafts and how he destroy worlds, and for some reason, she sees in this particular world a glimpse of hope now that She’s the New Death.

That glimpse of hope is JACK.

Billie’s quotes from ADVANCED THANATOLOGY (13X05)

Billie: I didn’t say it was up to you. I said it depends on you. Word on the interdimensional street is you’ve been slipping between worlds, Dean. I wanna know how you did it. Now. Dean: Well, I thought Death knew everything. Billie: Then you can imagine how this one little blind spot is really bothering me.

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Dean: How do I know I can trust you? Billie: You don’t. But then again, I’m not the one breaking cosmic bargains left and right, now, am I? Dean: Yeah, it’s not like you to hold a grudge. Billie: Don’t I? So… spill. Dean: Lucifer’s son. Jack. When he was born, it created a little rip.

I need to call your attention to this dialogue because just then, in that precise moment, Billie found out about how powerful Jack was... not only He could woke up a being sleeping in the empty but he also created “a little rip” to walk amongst worlds and realities.

“Because... this whole multi-versal quantum construct we live in, it's like a house of cards. And the last thing I need is some big, dumb Winchester knocking it all down“

“Since I got this…new job, I stand witness to a much larger picture. Do you know what I see? You. And your brother. You’re important.”

“You have work to do. That’s all you need to know. And trust me, having my eyes opened to the necessity of any humans, especially Winchesters, is not a thrill. So…you wanna die, but I say…keep living.”

(Excuse me, does this ring a bell to you?)

Do you know what also happens in that episode, right? Cas comes back from the empty.

Cas wakes up in the Empty thanks to Dean’s desperation that moved Jack in a way that made him possible to wake him up, so Jack has power in the Empty. Cas awakening was in episode 13x03 “Patience”, in Episode 13x04 “The Big Empty” we have Cas fighting against the Shadow and convincing him to bring him back to earth and in 13x05 “Advanced Thanatology” Cas comes back to Dean and Sam. Evidently Billie found out about God’s twisted nature when she took her Job as the New Death and KNEW Sam, Dean and Cas with Jack’s power could defeat him, that’s why she told them they’re important.

That’s why she probably advised the Empty to release Cas too... she knows ONLY Sam, Cas and Dean Winchester’s nurture and influence (no pun intended, come on) will make Jack reach his full power to kill Chuck and restore the peace amongst multiverses.

But Chuck killed JACK before they could do something about that, so now She needs to talk with the kid in the Empty at the end of the season (14x20 Moriah) to orchestrate a new plan.

She made the mission of her existence to balance the multiverses but Chuck it’s like a small kid throwing a tantrum and it’s ruining her plan.

This season will be a huge mess of unresolved stuff: Adam/ Michael/ Amara/ Cas’ Deal with the empty/ Will Rowena die in Sam’s hands?/ will Jack come back?

All we know is that, despite everything she says about them, Billie TRUSTS the Winchesters to fight against God and she believes THEY CAN WIN. Now She need to convince her bussiness associate, The Shadow, to release Jack at the right moment and to deal with his soul situation.

Okay, thanks for reading my very long ramble and I would really like to hear your own specs about this situation.

Tagging: @verobatto-angelxhunter @metafest @emblue-sparks @mrsaquaman187 !

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ain-t-bovvered · 5 years

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15X01

bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon (Kat)

@waywardbaby (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered (Giulia)

Giulia: I HATE THIS

Giulia: BTW

Giulia: IF ANYONE WAS CURIOUS

Kat: Don’t worry you’ll hate it more later

Giulia: GREAT

Zee: Quit flapping your gums bitches

Nat : shall I count?

Giulia: Go when u post 🖕🏻

Nat : lol

Zee: Nice

Nat : i just go with GO

Giulia: Weak

Nat : ok

Nat : listen

Nat : 3

Nat : 2

Nat : 1

Nat : GO

Giulia: GREAT MUSIC

AH Y’ALL DON’T LISTEN TO THE LYRICS OF THIS SONG

Zee: Where’s carry on ?

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ Think of seasons that must end ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Nat : I DON'T REMEMBER HALF OF WHAT THEY SHOW NOW. It's erased from my memory

Giulia: look at my stupid baby

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ They will rise and fall again ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Giulia: Oh look the dumb coffin

Nat : "I do believe in us."

Zee: John

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ Everything must have an end ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Giulia: I DIDN T NEED JOHN AGAIN

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ Take it calmly and serene ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

BITCH HOW

Giulia: bye mary.Good riddance

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ It's the famous final scene ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Zee: Maybe I should watch on mute

Kat: Shut up chuck

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ It's been coming on so long You were just the last to know ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Zee: The fuck is this song ?

It's been a long time since you've smiled

Giulia: IDK I HATE IT

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ Seems like oh so long ago Now the stage has all been set ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Giulia: bb Sob ....Them hair on fleek tho

Nat : What are the odds

Zee: BAMF Cas

Giulia: Idk seems so desperate

Kat: Always

Nat : So much grunting. So sexy

Giulia: AWE

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ Now the lines have all been read And you knew them all by heart ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Kat: SAM

Kat: DEAN

Zee: He took jack

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ Here it comes the hardest part Try the handle of the road ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Kat: over the shoulder like a sack of potatoes

ok I now it’s a serious moment but Dean skipping with his birb bowlegs is making me cackle so much i cannot

LOOK AT HIM ....*SNORTS*

oh look another meme

Giulia: Sam just casually shoving a ghost out of the way

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ As the light fades from the screen From the famous final scene ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

Zee: Ok

Zee: I hate it

Giulia: OH THAT TITLE CARD

Nat : Ah great title card

ok but ....* slows down frames and saves some of them* WHAT’S THIS

Whatever let’s just go back to more pressing matters

Lol that is so not Misha carrying Jack tho

Giulia: Misha’s fingers be that thick

Zee: Focus

Giulia: Lol dean reaching for that booze, I mean SAME.

Nat : AW CAS

Giulia: Awe SAM

Zee: Sam panting

D: He didn’t deserve this

Kat: Aw

S: Cass, is he here? C- C-Can you... Can you...?

Giulia: SAM

Nat : "I don't think so"

Nat : I cry

Giulia: I CRY

Giulia: Sam’s pain is physical

Giulia: I cannot

I mean,...they do look like zombies.

D: Chuck... He said, "Welcome to the End”. What... What does that mean?

Zee: Welcome to the end

D: Cass? Come on, man! Ideas!

Team free Stress

Giulia: It means final season

D: Can you smite our way out of here?

Zee: Cas squint

C: No. You saw them. I would be overwhelmed, Dean.

Well I honestly thought Dean actually asked if Cas could fly them off there....which...well don’t think it can happen if the state of his wings are the same, BUT STILL, we don’t actually know becasue PLOTHOLES. But whatever man, I still love my show.

D: Great. So we go outside, we get ripped apart. We stay in here, w- what, starve to death?!

C: I wouldn’t starve

Nat : WELL GOOD FOR YOU

Giulia: WeLl gOoD fOr yOu

Kat: Love the sass

D: Son of a bitch

the fandom: * CHEERS*

Giulia: Sure he knew

D: He's always so squirrelly, you know, with the...with the... the robe and the beard and...the smile that's, like, half-nice, half "I'm gonna rip your throat out. "

Giulia: Oh that true

Nat : Aw Dean

Giulia: AHAHAHA

Giulia: DEAN’s SALTY AF

Nat : Me

Zee: Those fingers tho

Giulia: Why don t they let cas do that, come on

Nat : So much grunting and panting in the first couple of minutes

Nat : I love it

Giulia: Gotta isolate just those

Nat: Cas doesn't want to help

Giulia: Nice

Nat : AH well

Zee: Hello

Giulia: …

Giulia: WELL HELLO GOOD MORNING TO ME

Nat : Now he did

a wild Jack appears

Nat : Ah

Zee: What?

Nat : what

Kat: Hahahahahaha

Giulia: JESUS CHRIST

Nat : IN THE HELL

Giulia: the fuck

Kat: Demon!Jack

Giulia: OH COME ON

Nat : AW DEMON JACK

d!Jack: HELLO

S: Jack! you are alive

oh Sam...baby

Zee: Shut up

d!Jack: I- I'd do the whole eyes thing, but, uh, yeah, no eyes.

Nat : WITH SASS

Team free confused

Zee: Blending

Kat: Weekend at Bernie’s haha

Giulia: SO GOOD THO

Nat : Nice glasses

C: Get out of him

Zee: What he said

d!Jack : Okay? Uh, where do I start? Like at the first day of school. Uh, hi.Uh, my name is Belphegor. And, I'm, uh, here from...

Angry Cass approaching

C: i said get out of him. I’m not gonna ask again

me:

D: Cass. Let him speak.

C: He's an abomination!

Giulia: AWE CAS

Nat : Cas is having none of it

B: You're an abomination with that stupid, dumb trench coat.

Kat: You’re an abomination with that trenchcoat 🤣

Zee: I love Cas

Giulia: but also love Alex

Giulia: STUPID DUMB TRENCHCOAT

Zee: Listen to your husband Cas

C: He is defiling Jack's corpse!

D: But if he can help... [angrily] Jack's gone, alright?

Giulia: STOP IT DEAN

Giulia: sob

S: So we are...

B: The Winchesters

Nat : "I read the papers" lol

B: Anyway, I'm guessing this whole, uh, Hellmouth thing is kind of, uh, you?

i MEAN HE’S NOT WRONG

C: No. It was God.

B: Okay, okay. Look. I-I'm not some crossroad demon. I'm not even one of those black-eyed goons

Giulia: Who the fuck are u

Nat : Virgin puppies EW

Nat : TwinSiEs

Nat : snorts

Giulia: We are NOT twinsies

Cas is ready to slap a bitch

Giulia: So strange seeing jack like that tho

Nat : But so good

Zee: He be good

B: Ohh. Little spell. You know, nothing major. Just need some graveyard dirt... and some, uh, angel blood.

Giulia: Yeah, of course, let s use cas again

*Snort* .... he’s so offeded

WHAT A MOOD

Nat : what

Giulia: What he do

Nat : WHAT

Giulia: Really

Nat : who is that

Nat: HOW

Giulia: Oh come on

Giulia: I DONT TRUST THIS

Nat : ME NEITHER HIGH FIVE

Giulia: TOO EASY

B: Hey it worked! High five

Giulia: WHAT

Nat : I'LL PUNCH YOU

Well I wouldn’t want to be the graveyard guys in the morning

Nat : Ah that music

Zee: Future deaths

Nat : Ah bloody mary

Giulia: “oH mY gOd” Who still does that anyway

Nat : Bloody Mary messes with cellphones now

Giulia: A bitch gotta get on with the future

Giulia: Those nails be nasty

Nat : Mhh... She's more evil than before I would guess

B: I mean, come on. I look good.

Giulia: That cas squint

Giulia: Yeah Cas does not like

Nat : Cas is suspicious

Nat : They act like they're surprised about 2-3billion souls in hell

Kat: I was surprised the number was that low

B: Imagine a salt circle a mile wide No ghosts get in, no ghosts get out.

S: Yeah. Great. Okay.

C: NO. That town... Harlan, Kansas...is less than a mile from the cemetery.

D: Then we get everybody out.

C: How?

D: WE LIE

Giulia: what else is nee

Giulia: Nee

Giulia: New

Nat : lol

Zee: New

Nat : Nee

Giulia: Great Another typo that will hunt us all

Giulia: Why this time the blood looks fake af

Nat : That my car

Zee: Woman in white

S: Dean, this could be our woman in white.

D: Dude. We sent her to Hell years ago.

S:Yeah, but she could be back.

Nat : Dean just realized

D: Well, if she's back, then they're all back. Every last one that we ever killed.

Giulia: I also just realized that we are seeing them again. My babies. I hugged those bitches S. O. B

Nat : Aw bb

Kat: Lucky you

Zee: Giuls bb. Shut the fuck up please

I must say tho....that must have felt really depressing for them...I mean..all their work just ...puff....

Giulia: Fuck clows

Nat : Ah no

Giulia: Fuck them

Nat : Stupid clowns

Giulia: Fuck off

Giulia: Drive the fucking car into the door

Nat : Wouldn't get through.

Kat: No keys

Nat : Not enough space to fully accelerate

Zee: So much science

Giulia: Ugh true

Zee: Wtf is sam’s hair?

D: We can handle the evac, so why don't you grab Crowley Jr. here whatever he needs for his spell?

C: NO

Well he didn’t expect that

C: Dean, I can't. I-I...I can't even look at him.

Giulia: AWE CAS

Nat : Aw Cas

Giulia: AWE AWEEEEEE

Giulia: IM HURT.IM BADLY HURT

C: Um... I...

Awe I think even Dean expected that reaction from Cas. I’m so hurt y’all....so hurt.

WHAT ARE THOSE ROLLING EYES DEAN JFC

Giulia: that sheriff a bit out of it

Kat: Small town. Probably doesn’t have to do much

Nat : Jack probably has his own agenda. "Jack"

Giulia: Yeah

Belphy seeing the gun with that ridiculous nerd name: um....what’s that?

D: Don’t worry about it

B: ok cool

B: So, people are, like, crazy good-looking now, eh?

D: what

B: I mean, the last time I was on Earth, I mean, I was human. Ah, it was a while ago. I mean, but, you know, we were all worshipping308 this giant rock that looked like a huge penis, and...

Giulia: Wait what

Kat: Huge penis rock

Giulia: thank you

B: Anyway, folks back then, they were, uh, ugly. You know? Had a lot of humps. I mean, a lot.

B: Look at 'em now.

B:I mean, look at you . I mean, you're, uh, you know, gorgeous

Giulia: HE IS

ALL OF US : WE KNOW

Nat : GET THE FUCK IN LINE FAKE JACK

Kat: BEHIND ME

B: So, uh...who was... he, anyway?

D: He was our kid. Kinda.

Zee: Our kid

Giulia: OMG NO SOB

Nat: I cry

Zee: Shut up dean

Kat: OUR KID

Giulia: IM SO HURT

D: Alright. So, what do you need for this spell?

B: you know, nothing much. Big bag of salt.

D: Easy

B: And a... And a human heart.

Giulia: a human heart

Nat : what else ,easy

Kat: OF COURSE

Giulia: CAS LOOKS YUMMY YUUUUUMMY

Kat: OF COURSE

Giulia: LOOK AT HIM

Nat : Giuls people are dying

Giulia: HEWWO

Zee: And thicc

Nat : "insert Kim K gif"

Giulia: WELL AT LEAST THEY HAVE A NICE THING TO LOOK AT

Giulia: Nice thic, tan things

Giulia: With great hair

Giulia: Nice eyes

Giulia: I should focus

Nat : Cas saw?

Zee: Yeah

Giulia: So thic

Kat: Aw poor dead girls

Nat : GIULS FOCUS

Giulia: That shirt is crying for mercy

Giulia: Yeah yeah Sorry

Giulia: *keeps looking at those pecs*

Giulia: NO SAM WITH KIDS IM WEAK

Zee: Sam should stop exhaling like that

Nat : NO

Kat: Jared is 4 times the size of that kid

Giulia: STOP HURTING HIM

Kat: Yeah

Zee: Yeah bitch

Giulia: YAS CAS

Kat: I KNOW

Nat : Did Sam treat his bullet wound tho

Giulia: Probably just patched up

Giulia: angel with a shotgun

I love when Cas take care of Sam...so soft.

Nat : that's not a big bag of salt, Dean

D: Rowena, we need your help, so move your ass. What? No, I'm not...Move your exquisite ass, please.

Zee: Exquisite ass

Kat: EXQUISITE ASS PLEASE

Giulia: MOVE YOUR EXQUISITE ASS

D: Here’s your salt

US: Thanks we have plenty

B: im a fan

Giulia: NO

Zee: Oh no bitch

Zee: NO

B: Yeah, I-I didn't want to say it in front of the other guys,but when you were in Hell, with Alastair, I, uh... I got a chance to watch you work. And, I mean, the things you did to those people, I mean, it wasn't torture.

Kat: FUCKING ASSHOLE DEMON

Nat : OH NO

Giulia: BAD CHOICE OF WORDS

Giulia: FUCK

Nat : IT WAS ART

Kat: iT waS ArT

Giulia: Is it bad that I wanna watch that tho

Zee: WATCH WHAT?

Nat : YES

Giulia: DEAN’S “ART”

Zee: Wtf is wrong with you ?

B: And then every door in Hell just sprang open all at once.

D: Wait. Every door? Even the Cage?

Nat : Even the cage

Nat : OH NO

D: And Michael?

B: Well, last I heard, he was just sittin' there. Yeah, but if he got out, I mean... Ugh.

Giulia: Lol ADAM

B: I mean...he wouldn't hold a grudge, right?

Giulia: *SNORTS* SURE

Nat : Ah that looks nasty

Kat: YALL WATCH CAREFULLY COMING UP

Zee: Can I love Cas in this ep?

Giulia: Oh cas can mend shirt too

Nat : SNORTS

Nat : WHAT DO YOU MEAN

Nat : Ah

Giulia: i don t like what is going on

Kat: JUST WATCH

Zee: Fuck

Nat : I HATE THIS KAT

Giulia: WHAT

Nat : AH NO

Giulia: NO

Nat : SHIT WHAT

Kat: I TOLD YOU

Giulia: WHAT WAS THAT

Nat : WHAT IS GOING ON

Nat : EVIL SAM IS IN THAT WOUND

But let us take a blurred , closer, look tho:

*GASPS*

THAT’S THIC BEARD DEAN

YUM

those are definitely black eyes.

WHAT IS GOING OOOOOOOOOOON

Giulia: Oh I remember that clock, leave a comment if you do too.

Nat : btw All the ghosts don't look very scary

Kat: All these ghosts look old af

Zee: Them bow legs

Giulia: Look at that strut

Kat: Fresh would be better lol

B: cOOL

Giulia: Zee’s that u

Casually punching a hole into someone chest to rip a heart out

Giulia: Got a heart

Nat : WHAT

Kat: Damn fake Jack

Zee: Get away kid

Nat : YOU DON'T SAY

Nat : GOOD FOR YOU

Giulia: Oh the lake ghost

Giulia: Oh ya RUN BB RUN

Kat: That kid is too calm

Zee: It’s not ok

Giulia: it s noooot

Nat : No, he didn't

Nat : Sam did

Zee: You shot me

Giulia: SNORTSP

Kat: You shot me 🤣🤣

Kat: Bad ghost bad

Giulia: Well that was scary

Nat : Stop hurting Sam

Zee: STOP HURTING SAM

Giulia: OH LOOK I LOVE CAS WITH THE SHOTGUN

Zee: WE BEEN KNEW

Nat : OF COURSE YOU DO

Giulia: AWE HE S SAVING SAM

Nat : The ghosts all look weird af

Giulia: True

Kat: They are 15 years older okay

Giulia: Must be the daylight

Zee: I don’t trust jack

Giulia: well is not jack

Giulia: AWE

Nat : AH HE IS FAST HE HAS LONG LEGS

Giulia: I’m worried about Misha's hip

Zee: Shut up

Giulia: Shut up

Kat: AAAAAHHHHH SHUT UP

Giulia: Good gif to use

Nat : he said it like Stepford Sam

Kat: MMHHMM

Giulia: Right?

Giulia: Listen to that PUR

Kat: SO GOOD

Giulia: the angel thing

Nat : So 4 people fit in the back

Nat : lol

Giulia: GOOD TO KNOW

Nat : Ah, not sexual

Zee: Or two horizontal ones

Kat: Well one is a small child

Giulia: Me and Nat are small child size

Nat : Yes

D: You okay?

C: Yes, but...

Giulia: UGH

Nat : lol

B: Wow! Awkward WANNA TALK ABOUT IT

Zee: Is that a no?

Nat : LISTEN TO HIM DEAN

Zee: That’s a no

Kat: Ooohhh they so pissed

Giulia: SO PISSED

Giulia: SO TENSE

Nat : SO HOT

Giulia: THEY SHOULD RELAX

Giulia: I JUST HAPPEN TO KNOW HOW

Giulia: what

D: Right now we get you fixed up.

S: what

Nat : I'M FINE

Giulia: Yeah open that shirt

Nat : Do you hear that

Nat : FIIIIIINNNEEEEEEE

D: We've been going nonstop. Let me see it.

D: There's no exit wound.

Giulia: DON T TALK LIKE THAT

Nat : Yeah, sure Jan

D: Hey, do you remember when we were little? What I would do to distract you whenever I'd rip off a Band-Aid or something like that?

S: Yeah. You'd tell some stupid joke.

Kat: Omg such a soft moment

Nat : Aw

Nat : Don't come up with old stories now. I'll cry

D: Come on. Knock, knock.

S: Who's...*HISSING*

D: Still got it

Kat: My boys 😭

Nat : It's Jensen face

The little shit face

Giulia: Well I don t see white foam

Nat : Are you surprised?

Zee: My god

D: Just when we thought we had a choice. You know, whenever we thought we had free will. We were just rats in a maze. Sure, we could go left. Sure, we could go right. But we were still in the damn maze. Just makes you think, if all of it... you know, everything that we've done...What did it even mean?

S: It meant a lot. We still saved people.

D: Yeah, but what for? You know? Just so he could throw another End of the World at us and then sit back and chug popcorn?

Giulia: I wanna chug popcorn

Nat : Yeah, ya did Sam

Nat : But I get Dean

Zee: Sam still believes

S: But now he’s gone

Nat : YA THINK

S: He gets bored and... and... and... and pulls the ripcord.I mean, that's what he did with Apocalypse World and... and probably with all of them. He moves on, starts another story. But you know what?

Giulia: GOOD

S: For the first time. It's just us.

Zee: What’s one more apocalypse right?

Giulia:

“What’s one more apocalypse right?” -shit that SPN fans says

S: When we win this, God's gone There's no one to screw with us. There's no more maze. It's just us. And we're free.

D: So you and me versus every soul in Hell? I like those odds.

D: Well, you know what that means.

S: We got work to do.

Giulia: WHAT

Giulia: ALREADY

Nat : WHAT

Zee: Why is it over ?

Giulia: ...it flew

Kat: Hehehe

Nat : FINISHED?

Nat : EH

Nat : WAIT WAS THAT 40 MINUTES ALREADY

Kat: That end though

Giulia: ...what

Nat : What

Giulia: What happened

Kat: The throwback

Zee: Yeah it was

Giulia: what trip was that

Zee: I just exhaled

Nat : What was that

Giulia: WE VE GOT WORK TO DO

Giulia: That was so fast

Kat: SOBA

Giulia: TRAILER

Nat : I hate them

Zee: Oh come on

Nat : i am watching trailer now

Giulia: EH NOTHING MUCH

Kat: Yeah

Nat : LOL I KNOW AS MUCH AS I DID BEFORE

Kat: WHAT

Nat : WTF

Kat: IT’S OVER

Nat : I am not overly impressed

Nat : Dean didn’t finish his knock knock joke

Nat : I’m sangry

Next -----> 15x02 "Raising Hell"

.SO ...that was our last first episode screening, ever....GREAT.

If you want to get tagged send an ask HERE or to @waywardbaby or a smoke signal, idk whatever I’m tired af.

TAGS: @wayward-angelgirl @destiel-honeypie @mariekoukie6661 @dragontamerm @closetspngirl @rainflowermoon @mattiecat @bunnybaby121115 @aliaitee2 @jacks-word-of-the-day @4evamc @dammitsammy @legendary-destiel @winchesterprincessbride @destielhoneybee @castiellover20 @ravenhg @evvvissticante

#15x01 commentary #15x01 spoilers #spn 15x01 #spn #spn season 15 #spn gifs #spn commentary #episode commentary #supernatural #spn fandom #supernatural fandom #back to the future spn

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thestuckylibrary · 5 years

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theheartofmaria said:

Hey sorry to bother but I’ve checked the tags and can’t find this one: modernbucky who’s a mountain climber and dates steve(possible cap not sure) Bucky falls and wakes up in a train station with other Buckys and Steves and they’re all waiting for their counterpart to meet them there and they leave together. Pretty sure it’s multichaptered and the train station is one chapter only. Bucky is like #48 or something of the Buckys to show up. Please help! Thanks ♥️♥️

Anon sent in The Station by krycekasks, Queerily_kai (complete | 15,972 | T)

Anon 1 said:

hi there! I'm searching for a fic I can't remember the name of. Steve was a musician, Bucky got hired as bodyguard after his Winter Soldier years, they get closer. I think Steve gave him a mix tape where one of the songs triggerd Bucky, also there was a Stalker who left hundreds of roses on Steves tourbus. at the end Bucky got arested and they were trying to rip off his metal arm? I'm not too sure if the end sequence was the same fic to be honest....

Anon 2 said:

Hi! Do you know the fic where Steve gets jealous because Bucky's been hanging out with Peter and he invites same and Nat(?) over because he's lonely and Bucky comes home with Peter, realises Steve's jealous and asks Sam and Nat to take Peter home cause Steve's feeling neglected. Ive tried looking through fics tagged with jealousy and Peter Parker but I can't find it?? It leans more towards crack fic than serious. Please help!

Anon sent in Super Soldier Drug Reactions and Other Engineering Failures by AggressiveWhenStartled (oneshot | 9,419 | T)

cevansebb said:

hi guys i read this short fic where bucky “sold” his soul to a witch just so he can bring steve to live again? like revive him after he’s died?? he done it five times at that point. i forgot to save the link :( if you guys know which fic im talking about it’d be awesome thank you!

Anon sent in crawl home by biblionerd07 (oneshot | 2,307 | T)

whitewolfwintersoldier sent in A War Story* by thewriterofperfectdisasters (complete | 45,562 | M) *graphic violence, major character death

descendio said:

hello! I've looked all over for this fic but cannot find it - basically (modern) Bucky meets the avengers one by one or in pairs but doesn't know who they are? Sounds really vague but I'm pretty sure it's around 36k words and he's either dating Steve or ends up dating Steve. Thank you for your work!

Anon, whitewolfwintersoldier and miraishu sent in Brooklyn Baby* by sprinkle_of_cinnamon (oneshot | 33,725| M) *graphic violence

Anon 3 said: major character death

Hi, I was looking for a fic where the plot was that the super serum stopped working on Steve. It was a heartbreaking long fic detailing his and Bucky’s relationship as he got sicker and eventually died. There was a scene with Bucky visiting his grave that may have had art. I can’t find it anywhere on Ao3. Many thanks!

notasgeekyasidlike said: suicide attempt, character death

i've looked thru all the angst w a happy ending, suicide, depressed steve, steve's ptsd, etc. tags i can think of. i'm looking for a fic where steve "kills" the winter soldier, finds out he's Bucky, and steve's therapist is a bad guy and alive!bucky bursts in at the last second to stop him killing himself? plz xoxo

Anon and whitewolfwintersoldier sent in Brooklyn, Brooklyn Take Me In by Nightwing11 (oneshot | 8,035 | T)

Anon 4 said:

Hey! Thank you so much for your work! I read a fic once but I lost it. I remember that in the end Bucky's mother and his sister go to Steve's and Bucky's apartment and find their beds together and some other things that show that they were a couple. In the last chapter we see that the whole story was being told by a Bucky's relative (who I think was a lesbian) and she tells the boys that Bucky's mother accepted her and she thought that she would support Bucky as well

irishsaints sent in Dreamers With Empty Hands by girlbookwrm (complete | 41,803 | T)

the-stormy-princess said:

So, I know this is a huge longshot, but I've already searched AO3 with various filters. I'm searching for a fic where Steve is majorly depressed and paints all these fucked up paintings of various things that have happened to him. I know it wasn't alternate universe, in terms of Steve still being cap in the fic, but I really can't remember much. Its just been on my mind for weeks now, if yall have any ideas it would be hugely appreciated!

Anon sent in You and a Test of Will* by thepinupchemist (complete | 72,489 | E) *graphic violence

Anon 5 said:

Hi I'm looking for a fic where the theme is Bucky being very possessive and protective of Steve. However, near the end Natasha says, after a mission, something like"you guys really thing Barnes is the overly possessive one?". They turn to Steve who's yelling at Bucky for jumping in his way, then shoving him against a wall. Sorry, that's all I can remember. Thank you!

Anon 6 said:

Hey there! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could help me find a fix? I've looked everywhere, tried every search I could think of, and still can't find it. Basically Bucky wants Steve quiet during sex so he can hear for asthmatic issues. He seems pretty serious about I and doesn't want Steve to say word. I think it's preserum Steve and I thought it was written this year though going back to try and find it didn't bring up any results. Any help is appreciated! Thank you!!

mashishi-shi said:

Ever heard of a story where Steve and Bucky adopt and they have like a pool party, and then like bucky and Steve go have sex while the pool party is happening, top!bucky BTW

doctorenterprise said:

I sent in an ask probably 2 months ago but didn’t see any answer. Trying again! I’m looking for a specific fic I read where Steve and Bucky were cops who raided the house of an old married couple who were drug dealers and apparently also weirdly into kink. Steve was all shy and didn’t get it, but then Bucky used a paddle on him right there in the basement. Steve was nervous out because they were on a job. If anyone has an idea of what fic this is, please help! I’ve been looking for ages. :)

Anon sent in Lawful Discovery by SoftObsidian74 (oneshot | 3,654 | M)

possibleplatypus said: major character death

Can anyone help me find this fic? I'm afraid it's been deleted. I remember there was a major character death tag and I think it happened after Civil War. Steve and Bucky are reunited and happy for a short time before the government catches up to them; there's a fight and Bucky is permanently paralyzed. He's brought to the US and sentenced to death and he doesn't want to appeal. Steve stays with him in prison and takes care of him. There was an illustration of tombstones at the end.

Anon sent in Twice* by DarkCaustic, Elendrien (complete | 52,006 | M) *major character death

Anon 7 said:

Hi! There’s this fic I read a long time ago and can’t find anymore :,) Basically Bucky works at a café and ends up moving across the street from Steve. Then Bucky ends up with amnesia and Steve lies about being his boyfriend to the hospital but Bucky ends up overhearing and thinking that Steve actually is his boyfriend.

miraishu sent in I've been holding my breath by MsPeppernose (oneshot | 20,186 | E)

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gracedfallen · 6 years

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is that jimmy novak? // self para

WHO: Castiel

MENTIONED CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gen Angeli, Parker Winchester, Jimmy Novak, Claire Novak, Amelia Novak.

WHEN: 11:28 am. July 10th, 2018

WHERE: Pontiac, Illinois.

Alone to his thoughts once more, Castiel decided actions had to be much better than the silence...

He really needed time to focus on himself because lately, he had only been occupied of helping Sam and Gen with Parker and settling in with Parker. That was distraction enough for him to realize he needed to face his current predicament head-on.

He cannot stop thinking about the family he'd broken apart. Jimmy Novak, his wife, Amelia and his daughter, Claire.

He'd briefly speaking to Gen about it but nobody else. It's especially hard now considering two of his good friends had a baby together. He was protective in one sense, but in another, he didn't want to corrupt anything they had which for now, he figured he'd keep a little distance just to give them space. He didn't want to smother them, especially with the conversation he'd had with Sam at the store. Like Sam said. Not everyone had an angel to help them out.

He'd have spoken to Dean about it by now but he seemingly had bigger problems which he could completely understand

A cafe. Pontiac, Illinois. Close to midday. He has a cup of coffee, black, and slice of toast with an accompaniment of jam besides him. Really, his mission was to find Claire but for some reason, with some limited restrictions from his access to his powers provided by Heaven, he couldn't do so. He had to do it the old-fashioned way.

Castiel had never really cared about money but one of the few things he'd bought for himself was a laptop. Not just for the sake of owning it, but for the sake that surfing the web was a quick way to get the information he needed he couldn't otherwise get himself. He'd always been fascinated with modern technology and figuring them out was a small adventure in itself.

Laptop now open. Google is his home screen and he goes to type but there's hesitance. He's thinking this over. How big exactly did he want to dig this hole for himself? Is this the right thing to do. He types the name with minute clicking noises from the collision of fingers to keyboard.

'Jimmy Novak'

The first thing he sees is Jimmy's face in pictures. Multiple results show articles. Reports from the police. Jimmy's still shown as a missing person but Castiel knew better than that. He reads it but it’s information he already knew. ‘James ‘Jimmy’ Novak. Born July 10th, 1973.’ Castiel used Jimmy's body as his vessel, but the original had been blown to smithereens when killed by Lucifer during the first stages of possible Apocalypse.

The grand story of how two Winchesters and a fallen angel had prevented an event that would determine the fate of the entire world. Jimmy died at that moment, but Castiel had been rebuilt with his body by God. Jimmy was dead. Castiel knew well enough that he was in Heaven right now at peace but it was sad knowing his family still held up hope that he'd return someday.

That guilt set deep. He wore his face for years. The body was his own. Jimmy was long gone.

Once finishing his meal, some of which still taste just like molecules to him, he left the cafe with the full intention of trying to find clues as to where Claire might be. So he starts with the old Novak residence. An obvious choice.

He stood in front of the house looking onward and the shower of memories pour down. This is where the course started. The motion in set of his story had started here. Where he had ripped a family apart. Jimmy Novak, a devout Christian, loving father, adoring Husband. He was a good man. He deserved better. Castiel truly believed that. The building makes him uncomfortable but he starts to walk closer but is stopped when he hears someone call. Not his name though.

"Jimmy?"

The stranger's voice is shocked. The angel can tell as much from the shaky nature of it all.

"James? Is that really you? Oh, my goodness." The man is tearing up. "It's a miracle! You're really returned home safely too us. The town and Church have been so worried about you. We never gave up hope that someday you'd return to us safe and well. God works in mysterious ways."

Castiel turned around and just stares. He's almost stunned in place before he goes to say something. This is not the situation he'd exactly planned for. He was looking for Claire. He didn't want to lie but now he was here, he didn't know what to do in his situation.

"Look, I'm not...I'm not who you think-" A sigh falls from the angel's lips. He could see that happiness in the stranger's eyes. They clearly knew Jimmy. They must have been a friend of the family.

They hug him tightly and Castiel doesn't even know how to respond but there's a hesitant response to try to hug them back. "And on your birthday! I didn't forget. Happy 44th birthday, pal." He rubbed Castiel shoulder.

It's strange, Castiel doesn't remember his name right now or who he is. Normally, he had a good understanding of everyone in Jimmy's life but this was a blur to him for some reason.

"Oh, gosh! Stay here. Give me a sec, buddy. I need to get the police here to let them know we finally found you."

"That won't be nessicary." Castiel cleared his throat. He realized a few moments on that he didn't sound like Jimmy had. He had a higher pitched voice which was much more through the nose. So he mimics it. "I just want to get home," Castiel replies. "Tomorrow, I promise." It's kind of a lie. He just needs to find Claire but he does not want the guy to start giving everyone false hope that Jimmy had returned.

"W-Where's..." He rubbed his forehead. "Do you know where Claire is? Nobody seems to be home."

"You've been gone a really long while, buddy. Amelia left. She dropped Claire off at her grandmother's and took off. Travelling I think? She told everyone she needed to find herself."

That's enough information for Castiel to go off from.

"Thanks, man. You've been a real big help. As always." Castiel gave him a faux smile. He feels awful. This is all fake. And tomorrow, everyone's going to be expecting Jimmy's massive return somehow

How would he get out of this?

As the guy walks down the street on the phone to talk to people to tell them about Jimmy's big return, Castiel is already gone. Out of sight. He can't face him.

Someone he does need to face now though is Claire. He needs to make things right even though he knew they would never be.

#self para #turns out i'm doing a part two #cause i remembered it was jimmy novak's bday yesterday the day before yesterday

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queerwritingwaves · 7 years

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Ghost Repairs

Characters: Cass (OFC), Dean, Sam

Words: ~1650

Warnings: idk man. fluff I guess?

A/N: This is my entry for @amanda-teaches Undercover Challenge. (sorry I nearly forgot about this one) this is unbete’d so it’s probably not that great, but here you go. this may be breaking one of the rules and if it is i’m sorry but i wrote it in first person cause that’s habit now so if i broke a rule i’m sorry.

Please reblog if you sorta liked this.

*gif found via google

I looked up from your book when the black Impala pulled up the dirt driveway. I stuck my bookmark in and set the book on the porch swing next to me.

I watched as the two men got out of the car. The taller one had shoulder length brown hair. He was wearing a red flannel over a black T-shirt. Over that he had a brown jacket. I raised my eyebrows. It was a fairly warm day.

The other man was dressed similarly with a blue flannel and gray-green jacket. His hair was shorter cut and spiky on the top.

They glanced around before walking up the porch.

“Hi.” The taller one said. “I’m Sam this is my brother, Dean. We’re here to-”

“Fix the roof.” I finished, cutting him off. “Yeah I know. My mom said.”

“No we don’t-” Dean started.

“Have our tools with us.” Sam cut his brother off.

I gave them a weird look. “Yeah, sure. You wanna see the roof?”

“Yeah that would be great.” He gave me a tight smile.

I shook my head and lead them towards the barn.

“Sam, what are you thinking? We don’t know how to fix roofs!”

“Actually I do.” Sam told him, skirting the outside of a puddle. “Remember that summer I spent with bobby while you were hunting with dad?”

“Yeah, what about it?” Dean asked grumpily.

“I got a job as a repairman then.” Sam explained.

“Dude, that was, what? 15 years ago?”

“I’ve done roof repairs since then!” Sam protested.

“Really? When.” Dean scoffed.

“Bobby’s roof.” Sam said. “Most of the safe houses.”

I stopped, my hand on the ladder. “If you’re done?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sam nodded. “Yeah we’re done.” He told me, kicking his brother when he opened his mouth.

I shook my head and climbed the ladder.

“Morning, Ma.” I greeted, kissing her cheek. I picked up the laundry basket from by the door. “The roof men came by. They ran into town to get some supplies.”

She smiled. “Thanks, Cass.”

I lugged the heavy basket to the laundry room and started throwing the clothes in the washer. I shivered as the air grew suddenly cold. Throwing the last few pieces of clothes in I shut the washer, glancing around.

“Damn AC must be broken again.” I muttered, starting the washer and walking out.

I didn’t notice the shadowy figure watching me from the corner of the room.

I watched the brothers argue as they worked on the roof, the sounds of the hammers ringing clearly over the chatter of the chickens. For all their arguing they were nearly finished with the repairs.

I shook my head and headed for the shed to get my tools.

Picking up my tool box I checked that all the tools were in place. The air grew suddenly cold and I frowned. It was the middle of fall but we didn't get cold flashes here. Slowly I turned around, the hairs at the back of my neck prickling. Behind me a figure stood, glowing with a pale blue light. I screamed.

"Help me." The figure pleaded.

I grabbed my wrench throwing it at the glowing figure. They dissipated and the wrench clattered to the floor. Sam and Dean ran into the room, guns drawn.

"What happened?" They asked.

"A figure." I squeaked, pulling myself to my feet.

"A figure." Dean repeated. "You wanna be a bit more specific?"

I shook my head. "It was glowing."

"Did it get cold?" Sam asked.

I nodded. "Y-yeah, it did."

He shared a look with his brother. "Do you believe in ghosts?" He asked.

I nodded. "Why?"

"Because that was a ghost." Dean stated. "Did it say anything?"

"They said, 'help me.'" I told him. "What does it mean?"

Sam frowned. “I don’t know. Do you know if anyone died here?”

I glanced between them. “You’re kidding.”

Dean raised his eyebrows. “No, I don’t believe I am.”

“Age old farmhouse. Who knows how many people died here.” I crossed my arms, leaning on the wall.

“Ok, um... you never said your name.” Sam uncocked his gun, slipping it into the back of his jeans.

“It’s Cass.” Dean looked startled, but quickly masked his surprise.

“Alright Cass, how much did you notice on the ghost before you threw the wrench.” He asked glancing at the tool.

I closed my eyes, recalling the image. “Short hair, about your length Dean. I think it was light colored. Young. 16, 17 maybe? I didn’t really notice the clothes. I think he had jeans and a T-shirt.”

Sam nodded. “Do you have records of everyone who lived in this house?”

“Not here, but the library should have a copy.” I told them.

“Awesome.” Dean said, putting away his gun. “Let’s go read some dusty old books.”

“Hold up.” I stopped them. “You two have a roof to finish first.”

I shut the book with a sigh, glancing at the boys.

“You find anything?” I asked quietly.

“Not yet.” Sam glanced at his brother, who shook his head.

“Yeah me neither.”

“Tell you what.” Dean said, as I reached for another book. “I’ll go grab us some coffee and we’ll take a little break then hit the books again.”

I smiled. “Sounds good.”

Dean smiled and got up, heading for the small cafe.

I picked up another book, flipping through it while I waited for Dean to come back. A pocket sized picture dropped out, fluttering gently to the floor. I picked up the thin piece of paper, reading the writing on the back before flipping it over.

“Sam. I found him.”

“You’re sure it’s him?” Dean asked, sliding a cup of coffee across the table to me.

“Very sure.” I tapped the page with his name on it. “Henry Brown. Born in the 50’s, he died in an accident while working on the farm.”

“Does it say where he was buried?” Sam leaned around my shoulder to read the book.

“El Jardín De Las Almas. The Garden of Souls. That’s the cemetery right by the church downtown.” I looked up at Sam.

“Awesome.” Dean grabbed his jacket. “Let’s go.”

The sun was setting as we pulled up in front of the grave yard. It cast a pale pink glow over the white and gray head stones. I pulled my flashlight out, flicking it on as Dean opened the trunk. He pulled a green duffel bag and two shovels out handing the bag and one of the shovels to Sam. I followed them silently. Following their lead, I started checking the names on the gave stones.

“The older one’s are toward the back.” I told Sam quietly.

He nodded signaling to his brother. Dean nodded and started moving toward the back. We spread over the space looking at stone after stone.

A glimmer of light caught my eye. I followed it, nearly tripping over the headstone it hovered by. Bending down I brushed away the dirt covering the name. Hen y Br w 1 50-19 7

“Sam! Dean!” I called. “I found him!”

I watched the mound of dirt grow as I shone my light into the hole Dean and Sam were digging.

“So this is what you do every day?” I asked sitting in the damp grass.

“Pretty much, yeah.” Sam replied, tossing a shovelful of dirt onto the pile.

“Why?” I picked dirt from under my nail. “It doesn’t exactly pay that well, does it.”

“It’s kinda all we’ve ever known. I can’t imagine doing anything else.”

Dean nodded agreeing with his brother. “Once you start this kinda thing you’re in it for life. Whether or not you want to be.”

I peered into the hole as Deans shovel broke through the casket. They carefully cleared off the dirt and pulled up the top of the box.

Henry appeared on the other side of the hole. I screamed. Seeing him at night he looked more solid and I could see more details.

His blond hair was short but floppy, his bangs falling in his face. His shirt was gray, torn, and ragged, it was covered in rips and burns. His jeans were in better condition than his shirt although they were ripped in places.

“Help me!” He pleaded sadly.

“Sam!” I squeaked.

Sam jumped up next to me and grabbed salt and gasoline from the bag, dumping it over the skeleton.

“Help me!” The ghost pleaded, his voice more insisting. He took a few steps towards where I sat.

An iron bar swung through him, breaking the image. “Come on Sam!” Dean called from behind where the ghost had stood. “He won’t be gone for long.”

Sam grabbed the matches, struggling to get one to catch.

“Please, help me.” The ghost popped up behind me. “Help-” Sam dropped the match in the grave and the spirit froze. Slowly flames sprouted at his feet consuming him. Then as soon as he had come, he was gone.

“You sure you’ll be ok?” Dean asked worried.

“I’ve only killed a ghost.” I joked. “I’ll be fine.”

He smiled. “You’ll call if anything happens?”

I nodded. “Thanks for your help.” I told them glancing at the barn. “All your help.”

“See you around, Cass.”

“No offence,” I grinned. “But I hope not.”

He chuckled. “Yeah.”

I leaned on the passenger window. “See ya Sam.”

He smiled. “See you, Cass.”

I offered a hand and he shook it. Turning I walked up the driveway, looking back on more time to wave.

“You think she’ll be alright?” Sam asked as Dean climbed in his seat.

“Yeah. I think she’ll be fine.” He watched her walk up the drive. “She’ll be good.”

He turned the key and the engine roared to life. He glanced at the girl, who shared his angels name. “She’ll go far, that kid.”

He nodded to himself and turned the wheel, starting the long drive home.

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feignedsolace-blog · 7 years

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❝ STOIC ? I like it. ❞

She remembers lying in the snow, a small red spot of WARM going cold, surrounded by w o l v e s. They are licking her, biting her, WORRYING at her body, pressing in. Their huddled bodies block what little heat the offers. Ice glistens on their ruffs and their breath makes opaque shapes that hang in the air around them. The musky smell of their coats make her think of wet dog and burning leaves, pleasant and terrifying. Their tongues m e l t her skin ; their careless teeth rip at her sleeves and snag through her hair, pushing against her collarbone, the pulse at her neck.

She could scream, but she doesn’t. She could fight, but she doesn’t. She just lays there and lets it happen, watching the winter-white sky go GREY above her.

S T A T S.

GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Grace Marilyn Brisbane. NICKNAME(S): Gracie, angel ( by Sam Roth ), good looking ( by John Marx ). AGE: Seventeen years old ( canon verses, default ). DATE OF BIRTH: August 30th 1994. STATUS: Alive.

SPECIES: Human / werewolf ( please see additional notes for more specific information as this differs from typical werewolf lore ). RELIGION: Atheist. ETHNICITY: White American. CURRENT RESIDENCE: Mercy Falls, MN. OCCUPATION: Student.

GENDER: Cis-female. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual.

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: Brown. HAIR COLOUR: Dark blonde. HEIGHT: 5′6″ ( 168 cm ). WEIGHT: 121 lbs ( 54.9 kg ). BODY TYPE: Slender. NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: Scarring on her neck and collarbone as well as on her calves and forearms ; chipped right lateral incisor on her top row of teeth. FACE CLAIM: Dianna Agron.

PERSONALITY

MYERS BRIGGS: ISTJ. MORAL ALIGNMENT: Lawful neutral. ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type 5, ‘ The Observer ’. TEMPERAMENT: Choleric. IPERSONIC: Determined realist. ZODIAC: Virgo. CHINESE ZODIAC: Dog. HOGWARTS HOUSE: Ravenclaw. ILVERMORNY HOUSE: Horned Serpent.

RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER: Amy Brisbane ( née Yorke ). FATHER: Lewis Brisbane. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Sam Roth ( canon, verse dependent ). CHILDREN: None.

B I O G R A P H Y.

Eleven years old and lying in the snow, Grace found herself being attacked by the wolves outside her house. Two months later, her father left her in the car on the HOTTEST May day on record in Mercy Falls. She should have died that day, her story should have ended there, but by some miracle, she survived. The doctor’s were stunned. Her family was just relieved.

Growing up, she learned to be INDEPENDENT. Her mother, Amy, was an artist. Scatterbrained and forever with her head in the clouds, she preferred to paint than spend time with her daughter. Her father, Lewis, was equally absent and thus, ca r e l e s s. Much of his time was spent at work or with his wife.

In a way, it was sad and lonesome, but Grace was young and she didn’t know any different. It was her life. That was how they lived. They went to work, she went to school, and later ( when she reached her teens ), she cooked their meals for them whenever they were home. It wasn’t until she made friends and went over to their houses that she realised how greatly her family’s style of living contrasted with theirs.

On the plus side, being so self-reliant made her RESPONSIBLE and matured her past her years. Not a day of school was missed and all of her homework was done without having to be asked. She grew into the dictionary example of a perfect daughter without even trying. There were downsides, too, of course. Being on her own so much and so often made her introverted and emotionally d e s e n s i t i s e d. It took her longer than others to figure out people’s emotions, things that were staring her right in the face. Her world was looked at CRITICALLY, and at times, it was like nothing could phase her. The truth of the matter was that everything was simply internalised.

It was better that way.

A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S.

The werewolves in the ‘ Wolves of Mercy Falls ’ series are affected by TEMPERATURE rather than the moon.

Once bitten, you will start to exhibit flu-like symptoms before erratically changing from one species to the other. Temperature won’t affect you then, but as your body begins to get more used to the t o x i n s inside of you, the warmth will eventually begin to stabilise your condition. As such, it is the cold that typically incites a shift, meaning that through the winter months, you will be in your wolf form, while you get to live out your summer months as a human. The older you get, the less often you will change back into your human form until eventually, you won’t change back at all.

In Grace’s case, her body hadn’t begun to process the toxins yet. Her flu-like symptoms had just started to kick in, but she hadn’t yet s h i f t e d. Being left in the car effectively raised her temperature and burned the wolf from the inside out, therefore, she never got to experience a change. It did, however, make her senses more HEIGHTENED. She could smell and hear better than the average human, something she knows but very rarely acknowledges.

That being said, heat cannot and should not be used as a CURE. In fact, it is known to only postpone your change, so much so that even the slightest hint of cold ( e.g. being exposed to an air conditioned room ) will make your body react the way it does just before a shift.

If there is anything that you would like to know more about, please don’t be afraid to ask !

A V A I L A B L E V E R S E S.

VERSE ONE. Canon. Ranges anywhere from the first book ( ‘ Shiver ’ ) to her last known appearance ( ‘ Forever ’ ).

VERSE TWO. Post-series. Grace is now studying for her bachelors in Mathematics and Statistics at the University of Minnesota Duluth and is in a steady relationship with her boyfriend, Sam ( though this can also be canon divergent ). Please note that she is a werewolf in this verse due to being rebitten in book two ( ‘ Linger ’ ).

VERSE THREE. Ilvermorny AU. As a muggleborn, Grace never expected to find herself attending Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was sorted into Horned Serpent house and now spends a majority of her year in class learning how to use her powers.

#:･ﾟ ▸ written with care and adoration. / CHARACTER BIO.#:･ﾟ ▸ grace brisbane. / HEADCANON.#I love my wolf baby sO MUCH #she's an actual angel #somewhat dense at times but I LOVE HER

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it's 1:30am. I'm tired I guess but not tired enough to really sleep. I meant to go eat something a couple hours ago but I haven't felt like it since my dad crumpled up my dinner and threw it off the porch because he was mad at me. I'm really lonely I guess but I also hate everyone right now so I don't know what that means or what to do. I was trying to get over a dislike of someone but then today i got back a peer review by them and all of the comments were the things I hate about myself. I don't feel like living anymore and I don't think there's anything anyone can do about it. I miss Sam. I hope he's doing okay in the hospital or w/e. I wish I could be with him. It'd probably be good for me. Today I was talking to Emily and everyone else in class heard me but her bc she never listens to me and she was probably texting Rachel. I don't know why I'm not good enough for these people?? They're not good enough for me so why the hell am I not good enough for them? I'm so tired and sad. I doubt my depression is a chemical imbalance anymore. I think my life just sucks ass. Which makes me feel ungrateful bc I'm not dying of typhoid fever or malaria or w/e. The comments he put weren't even like bad things you just don't understand what I was thinking you don't fucking know what it's like to be me. I have so many thoughts all the time and you may not have had an original thought in your life. He still gets into better colleges than me. People like him. He's not fucking depressed or dysphoric or a coward. He didn't drop out of ap physics. I should have taken a shower. I don't even know what I did today. I have no clue. I really should go to the hospital but I'm so scared of missing school and not graduating because I know I'm not going to kill myself because I'm scared which will make things worse. I have flashbacks to unsettling surreal dreams all the time now. It knocks me off my feet for a moment but I'm good at not letting it show so no one knows. I don't want to dream anymore. Some of them are cool but mostly they're bad. I downloaded a dream journal app but I've only made one entry because my dreams are so weird and multiplanar that I can't write them or even really describe them. I should have therapy twice a week at least but I feel bad because they're paying so much money. The only way for me to get real honest to God attention for my illness is to make an attempt on my life. I'd love to personally but I hate pain. I have enough of it as it is. I'm so guilty what the fuck. I don't have anything to be guilty about but I am anyway so I'm angry All the Time. No one cares enough to tell me it's not my fault and even if they did would I believe them? I don't even know what It is at this point but it's my fault. That doesn't even make sense why do I feel like this???! because I'm not going to kill myself I feel like I shouldn't be hospitalized and I'm guilty about faking being as bad as Sam or something like that. All my dad ever does is tell me I'm hurting him even though he's hurt me for years. Whenever he asks me what he's done wrong I forget everything like when someone asks you your favorite book and you suddenly forget everything you've ever read. That makes me feel guilty because I can't find anything bad that he's done and so I internalize his words and I have a little voice now that's his voice that screams Your Fault! every second of the day. I want it to stop. I want them to stop yelling at me. When I say this it sounds like I'm some kid who thinks being psychotic is cool and is like "yeah I hear voices" and that makes me feel guilty. idk tho bc I don't like think they're hidden spirits or anything i know they're coming from somewhere inside me but I didn't choose them so? I just want to fucking know what it feels like to be supported. No one person knows both the depth of my mental illness and the lengths of my identity. I allot different tidbits to different friends so that I never have anyone know me fully. I feel so guilty about being trans. Like I'm crazy or losing my mind or that it's just another mental illness I have. But I know it would be worse if I told people because they would think it's a mental illness. My mom would say "gender confused" and I would cry because that's how I felt my whole life until I realized I was this way. My dad would never look at me the same again and pray for me to go back and still tell me he loves me more than all the stars in the sky. And that would really fuck me up because for years all I've been shown is hate in the name of love and it's fundamentally broken me as a functioning human being. I can't stand physical contact because I'm so nervous. I'm so scared I'm going to mess it up and they're going to hate me. The other day my dad moved really quickly and I went into shock because I thought he was going to hit me. He continued like nothing happened but I thought I was going to cry. I was just in the car on the way to church. I rip whole tufts of my hair out now. We're almost at the two year anniversary of me asking to get my hair cut. It took a lot of courage to ask which shows that i really wanted it. I was shut down so quickly and with such contempt I've been scared to share anything about myself ever since. If he wouldn't let me style the dead protein strands on my head the way I want, no way was he going to be accepting of anything in my life besides what he wanted. I hate myself so fully now it's incredible. I used to be the most confident kid in class and now I just radiate self loathing underneath my suave exterior. And by suave like, doesn't have it together but is cool with that. I don't know. I guess I just wish people could see all this about me, but also I don't because I'm already so vulnerable this would make me ashamed and easily exploitable. Shame and guilt are things I should not be feeling and I know it. I'm so angry that the people in my life have driven me to this kind of state. But nevertheless I can't get past it. I'm just a scared kid. In fact, while many are fantasizing about getting old or married or what have you I'm fantasizing about getting to relive my childhood as my "new" or "preferred" or whatever the fuck You want to call it gender. I dream of being adopted by two nice men who love each other and teach me how to love. They are always supportive of me no matter what and comfort me when I need it. What's really fucked up is sometimes this is the only thing that gets me through the day. It's exactly like mr robot. Elliot creates a mental image of his dead father to comfort him because his body cannot handle the loneliness. It's 2am now. I guess I've vented a lot. I can't seem to make myself do anything. I'm in a rut. And I felt good on Sunday. That makes me feel like a fake too. Like I'm just being dramatic about school but I'm fine all other times. Which still isn't true but these things haunt me. No matter how many times I hear "you're valid uwu" I'm still going to hate myself and I'm still going to question. Crazy thing is I'll probably still go to school tomorrow. I'll sit in band class and stare blankly at the other wall dreaming about what my haircut might look like, or things that I'll wear when I look more like a boy. I'll smile at people around me and make sassy comments. I'll pay attention to all the crazy things nick says and think about playing trombone. Alyssa will laugh at something I say. I'll try to make eye contact with Emily when something happens even though I'm mad at her and she hates me. She won't notice and I'll feel stupid and unloved. Mr flood might give me a compliment if I do something well and it'll be the highlight of my day. He'll make a funny joke or say something odd and Alyssa will laugh again and I'll smile fondly. My heart is filled with such love it's absolutely horrible that anything like this has been allowed to happen. On the underneath of the rotting cool girl is a little boy who just wants to be held. Sometimes I call mr flood dad when he's out of earshot. I do that for mr Higdon occasionally too. They smile at me so bright and tell me I'm wonderful and delightful and compliment me on silly things that somehow make my day better even though I don't really care about them. I have dreams where I'm maybe three feet tall with fluffy blonde hair and I'm sort of hunched over trying to be small and unnoticeable and I'm crying and the tears are running down my face but I'm only sniffling, because I taught myself not to cry loudly a long time ago. I rub my eyes with my little child's hands and look up hesitantly to where I see a man standing, bending over slightly to talk to me. he looks sad but understanding and opens up his arms. I'm not sure if I'll go but then I think about being held above the ground away from my problems and I just run straight for them. As I land, I am lifted it up into a string, warm embrace. I feel safe for the first time I can remember. My arm is around his neck and one clings to his back. I bury my face between his shoulder and neck into the soft fabric there. And then I cry. I cry for a long time as the man plants gentle kisses in my hair and whispers soft unintelligible things. He rubs my back carefully and I feel myself relax. There is no tension in my childlike body. Bliss. My wildest dream is to have a loving father like that. Which makes me slightly sick. I understand Harry Potter visiting the mirror of erised so often now. Those desires are truly powerful, and those who already have strong relationships may avoid its allure easier. It's almost 2:30 I think my dad came home but that doesn't sound right. I never know when he's leaving. I'm scared just sitting here. I'm afraid he'll come in I'm afraid of the rodents in the ceiling falling on me and I'm afraid of the endlessness represented by the passing train. This whole existence feels like a cycle I can't break. Every day is blurred together. Every moment. I don't even know now if I've already written this. I do know I hate the noises of the nighttime. It is a time when we are more keenly aware of our aloneness and of all the tiny noises that lurk behind every day bustle. Humans have long been fascinated by the night. It stands as a place of unknowing, where danger can lurk easily. It used to be my greatest fear. Not the night it's self I told my mother, but the robbers in the dark. I'm so much more paranoid now, and I'm told it may be a side effect of the depression manifesting in a sort of pseudo-psychosis. Good to know not even my psychosis is real. Which makes me feel like I'm faking it. Seriously I'm about to go out of mind these squirrels sound like they're going to pounce on me at any second and while I'd like to die; not like that.

#luke.txt #long post #personal #don/t rebl/og

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