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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. XCII

It was a love story from the very beginning.

What Do I Do Now?

(12x23)

Hello my dear fellows! We reached the last meta from season 12! This is a sad one, my friends, I know. But we embrace the destiel angst, as good shippers, right?

So, let's cry again with Dean again at the end of this season.

Let's start...

The Promise

When the episode starts we have Kelly Kline dressed in light blue.

Gif credit @kingofthecrxssroads

The light blue and white color talks about purity and is related to divinity. Those are the colors weared by Virgen Mary, the mother of God, which is now very meaningful to see Kelly Kline, the mother of the future god, wearing the same colors.

After this beautiful detail in the visual Narrative, let's focus on that promise that changed Castiel's priorities for ever.

Gif credit @mad-as-a-box-of-frogs

This is gonna be the new mission for Castiel. His change of priorities, the cause of the future Destiel break up in season 14. This promise will lead Castiel into his decision that will en with his death, exchanging his life for Jack in Heaven, the deal with the Empty.

Then, in another scene, we have this dialogue:

KELLY: Tell me again. Tell me again what you saw.

CASTIEL: Right, I saw– I saw... I saw the future. I saw a world without pain or hunger or want. I saw the world that this child... that your child...

KELLY: Mm.

CASTIEL: ...will create.

KELLY: Mm.

CASTIEL: And it is a world without fear and without suffering and without hate.

KELLY: Mm.

CASTIEL: I saw paradise.

This is a reflection of episode 15x19, with Jack as the new God, defeating Chuck, creating a new Paradise, Heaven.

Another interesting visual Narrative was Jack's room.

Pic credit @fallenandinlovewithhumanity

The tree represents: FAMILY, each word of his name is colored in TFW colors BLUE, YELLOW AND RED. The meaning is all over that wall, Jack's family, Jack's parents will be Sam, Dean and Castiel. The family settled with strong roots, like a tree.

Noe the rainbow 🌈 in the Bible represents THE DEAL BETWEEN HUMANITY AND GOD, is a promise of no more harm. An example of it, was the rainbow that appeared after The Great Universal Flood.

I will talk here about a little and funny foreshadow... You'll pick it up quick!

MARY: All right, then. Kind of always wanted to punch the Devil in the face. So how do we find them?

Yes, my friends, this was an easy one, right? Is a Foreshadow of Mary Winchester punching the devil, not just once but twice, one in season 13.

Another beautiful and blatant parallel was this one...

Gif credit @godshipsit

Those are the same words Mary said to Dean when she was pregnant.

This marks the Jack as Dean's mirror. The kid will try to be like him, to follow his steps. Because just as Dean is a role model to CAS, he will be the same to Jack.

Another foreshadow of Castiel's dead, and example of those who takes bad decisions to have a win, was Crowley.

SAM: Crowley...why did you do it? Save Lucifer– What did you want?

CROWLEY: I wanted to win.

The desire of a win is remarked as the precursor of bad decision. First we will have Crowley explaining why he let the devil out, which will end in his death, and then we will have Castiel at the end of this episode dying after taking a collection of bad decisions. But for Dean it will mean to get Castiel back in 13x06.

Dean and Cas

The reuniom between Cas and Dean was full of dramatism, jealousy and sassy looks, just to exalt their relationship as romantic.

We all recall the scene in which Case opens the door, and everyone is there: Sam, Mary and Dean, but CAS just calls DEAN hahaahaha. Is just Dean for his eyes, well, that's love.

We have Dean and Sam giving a discourse about loyalty and family and work together... Very dramatic.

DEAN: Look, Sam's right, okay? We'll work through our crap. We always do. But right now, we are here to get you, get Kelly, and get gone.

They heard Kelly, and Mary goes to assist her. But then Dean keeps scolding and talking to Cas, but Castiel replies with his sassy self:

DEAN: Hey, if he shows, can you flame on again? Can you torch Lucifer like you did Dagon?

CASTIEL: I don't know. No, that wasn't me. That was the child. And in case you haven't noticed, he's a little busy.

After this Dean will show himself in pain, just to caught CAS attention, like a annoyed boyfriend that doesn't want to ask for help to his boyfriend, because they're fighting, but whining and moving his harmed knee to his boyfriend, is a great method to get away from the fight they're having, showing Castiel 'look how i was hurt when you weren't there, you weren't there so I had to carry with this pain in my knee.' Believe me, i know this method very well. Hehehehe. So, it works, because Castiel goes immediately to heal him.

DEAN: [bends and grasps his injured knee] Aah. Son of a bitch.

CASTIEL: Here, Dean.

DEAN: Mm.

CASTIEL: Let me.

Gif set credit @shirtlesssammy

So, this is the beginning of jealousy Dean has Because Castiel will put Jack first on his list, just like now, Because is the arriving of a son, and that's a crisis for couples.

Look how Dean accepts his healing, and then smiles shyly, happily, goofily, avoiding Castiel's eyes. He is happy because he got the attention he wanted from his angel. Because even after fighting for the bad decisions CAS had taken, he is still his Cas, and he'ss still caring about him. After feeling Cas was acting odd, this healing is like getting him back.

Another scene full of jealousy, coming from Dean feeling Cas was staying away from him, doing his own life, is this scene:

SAM: Whoa. Cas, what is this?

CASTIEL: As I said, it's– it's Earth. But this Earth is locked in eternal war between Heaven and Hell. There are armies of angels fighting hoards of demons, and the few humans that remain are caught in between.

SAM: How do you know that?

CASTIEL: A friend told me.

DEAN: Oh, good. Now you're makin' friends? That's...

Dean is jealous that Cas is making friends out of his sight.

CASTIEL: You don't have to worry. The child, he opened this door. He'll close it.

DEAN: You sure about that?

CASTIEL: I have faith.

DEAN: Really? In your unborn baby-God?

CASTIEL: Yes.

DEAN: Well, then, you're a dumbass.

Jealousy again, reflected in how Castiel is having faith in Jack, and how he used to have faith in Dean. So Dean is feeling maybe, he is replaced slowly by this child.

After this Castiel explains to Sam and Dean that this Apocalyptic World is a world in which they never born. Trying to remark that Dean and Sam are important to our world.

Then, AU!Bobby mentions bullets that kill angels and Dean goes...

DEAN: Wait, angel-killing bullets? Awesome.

And sassy married look from Castiel...

As I said, everything is so dramatic, because they're so married.

Another important scene was Lucifer appearing in front of them, and saying the following words...

LUCIFER: You're right. What should I do? Oh, God! Don't strike me dead! Come on, Sam. You sound like a virgin in Jesus camp. "We can't. God is watching." No. Chuck "walked." He's gone.

When Lucifer mentions this, Castiel turns around to see Dean. It was filmed that way toake us see that was a thought in Castiel's POV, this is something that will be developed to in episode 14x15 and 14x17. In the first one, Peace of Mind we will have a Castiel's POV, with pink color everywhere (representing happiness) and green all over (representing Dean) as something forbidden, something HE CAN'T HAVE, the second episode, we will have a girl and a boy making out inside a car, and the girl is afraid of her dad finding out their relationship, HE COULD SEE US. As if they were doing something prohibited. Both examples are linked to this scene, and Castiel's Sacred Oath.

Crowley's redemption arc was him sacrificing for the boys. As a prelude of this.

Gif credit @inacatastrophicmind

Castiel sacrificing himself for Sam and Dean, and dying after this...

Pic set credit @akitescoldstrings-blog1

The dead that had been foreshadowed for two seasons is here. Stabbed by the back, the bright light showing he is dying, Dean's desperate shout, and his worst nightmare becoming truth.

Gif credit @they-stare-i-ship

The burnt wings on the ground is another sign that Cas is gone for real. Dean's facial expression is the most sad we an see, defeated, he will bend down on his knees.

Sam will run to the cabin, because Jack is coming, even with Mary falling with Lucifer into the AU, even with Castiel dead, Sam is focused on the mission. But Dean can't. He can't react, because he had just seen the love of his life dying in front of his eyes. And nothing will be normal again for him.

To Conclude:

This episode is linked to with season 15 final episodes. Talking about the new Paradise the New God will bring.

It shows too the role Cas, Sam and Dean will have in Jack's life.

It talks about sacrifice for love, and how Castiel will change his priorities, leaving Dean feeling a little jealous about it.

And this episode ends with Castiel's dead, in front of his lover.

Hope you like this meta. See you in the next one in season 13!

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Of you wanna read the previous metas from season 12, here you have the links:

Vol. LXXV, LXXVI, LXXVII, LXXVIII, LXXIX, LXXX, LXXXI, LXXXII, LXXXIII, LXXXIV, LXXXV, LXXXVI, LXXXVII, LXXXVIII, LXXXIX, XC, XCI.

Buenos Aires, December 13th 2020 9:07 PM

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Romeo Must Die

Suggested by @ben-c-group-therapy: Okay for the Miguel story. It could be so cliché but throwing it out there anyway. What if reader had a ex that was now the leader of another powerful cartel, and he had come back to basically try winning the reader back but had plans to take her or do everything in his power to really win her over again. Miguel would be jealous of course, another cartel leader as an ex and him being in town again wanting to wine and dine the reader. Miguel would find out the man’s plans to take reader and be super protective of her.

*gif not mine*

The first thing you noticed when you got home was the bouquet of blood red roses on the table. You smiled, going over to them and sniffing them. Miguel was always doing romantic things like this, surprising you with flowers or jewelry.

“Oh, how beautiful,” Dita said, coming in behind you.

You turned to her, smiling. “Aren’t they?” You plucked a flower from the bouquet and held it under your nose. “Miguel is so…”

“So what?” Miguel asked, coming into the kitchen. He raised an eyebrow when he saw you. “What’s this?”

“The bouquet,” you answered. You paused, lowering the rose. “Didn’t you send this?”

“No,” he frowned, walking over to the bouquet and taking the card. His frown deepened, and his whole body tensed. When he looked up at you, his dark eyes were gleaming with rage. Dita made a noise and walked off, deciding that whatever was going on was between you and your husband. “Why is Carlos Rivera sending you flowers?”

You froze. Carlos was your last boyfriend before you married Miguel; in fact, you’d actually dumped him because you started having feelings for Miguel while you were with Carlos. He moved away shortly after that, and you hadn’t heard from him…

…until now.

“I don’t know,” you said, going over to him and reading the card in his hands, “I… oh…”

The card said: ‘You mean the world to me. I miss you. Yours, Carlos R.’

Miguel crumped the note in his hand. “When was the last time you spoke to him?” He asked, his voice dangerously calm.

“I don’t know… Years ago,” you answered, “Miguel, I swear,” you threw the rose you’d been holding onto the table as if it were on fire, “I thought they were from you, I didn’t know—”

“I know, mi amor,” he reached out and pulled you to him, pressing a firm kiss to the top of your head, “It’s fine.” He smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I have a meeting to go to, but how about, when I get back, we have a nice dinner? Just the two of us?”

You smiled, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “That sounds wonderful, my love.”

His smile softened, and you watched as he took the bouquet of roses and deposited it in the garbage.

That night, you put on a body-hugging black dress for dinner with Miguel. When he saw you, his eyes drank you in slowly, and you knew exactly what he was planning for the rest of the night. You sat down at the best table in the restaurant, ordered the most expensive wine, and laughed with your husband. You completely forgot about the flowers and just enjoyed Miguel’s company. But later, after you were carried to your bed by Miguel, you knew he hadn’t forgot. His touch was possessive, his hands gripping you tightly, his mouth sucking and biting, leaving bruises for anyone to see—you were his, and he painted your body with his kisses, marking you as the property of Miguel Galindo. You didn’t mind, of course, and you let him ravage you, hoping it would set him at ease.

It did.

You were in his arms, body slick with sweat and wonderfully sore from the force of your lovemaking, with your head on his chest.

“Feel better, my love?” You asked, running your fingers up and down his firm chest.

He chuckled, and you felt the rumbling beneath your head. “I do,” he answered, he reached down and took your hand in his, lifting it to him mouth and kissing your fingers. “But there’s something we need to discuss…”

“Okay…?”

“Carlos is back in town,” he told you, “He’s trying to build an empire out here…”

“Empire?” You sat up, looking down at Miguel. “Like… a cartel empire?”

“Mm hmm,” Miguel gently pushed you back down onto his chest, his hand resting on your back, “He’s so below my radar, I hadn’t even noticed, but when he sent those flowers this morning…” His grip on you tightened, and you leaned into it. “I want you to stay away from him, bien?”

You nodded. “Of course.”

“Good,” Miguel kissed the top of your head, “I love you.”

“Love you too, Miguel,” you said back, closing your eyes and letting yourself drift off to sleep.

The next day, you went out for lunch with a few of your girlfriends. They teased you about the scarf you were wearing around your neck, knowing you were trying to hide your hickeys, and you sipped on mimosas as you talked.

“Pardon me,” the waiter said, interrupting your laughter, “this is for you, ma’mm.” He placed a bottle of what used to be your favorite champagne on the table in front of you. “Enjoy.”

Your girls all oohed and aahed, opening the champagne and laughing wildly at the pop of the cork. You, however, felt your skin go cold. You looked around you, eyes flitting around the restaurant until they landed on him…

Carlos.

He was sitting alone at the bar wearing a hideous peach suit, and he raised his glass to you. You glanced around you—Miguel insisted on you taking bodyguards wherever you went, and you were glad for it. Especially because today…

…You had Nestor.

Standing up, you jerked your head towards Carlos, and Nestor’s eyes narrowed. “Be right back,” you told your friends, walking towards the bar. You didn’t have to look to know Nestor was behind you.

“Y/N,” Carlos said, grinning, as he stood up, arms out for a hug, “You look beautiful.”

“What’s your deal?” You asked, crossing your arms. “Are you stalking me now? Sending me unwanted flowers wasn’t enough, so you graduated to shitty champagne I haven’t drank since college?”

He dropped his arms, still smiling. “You’ve still got that fire,” he noticed, “I’m glad. Galindo hasn’t stolen that from you yet.”

“Let me save you some time,” you said, keeping your voice level, “I’m not interested, we don’t need you here, my husband is already annoyed by your presence, and I don’t want any gifts from you. In fact, I want you to crawl back into whatever hole you climbed out of and leave me alone. Comprende?”

Carlos’ smile didn’t waver. “You misunderstand,” he said, “the only reason I’m here is for you. The business perks are just…” He shrugged. “Perks. Sweetheart—”

“—don’t call me that,” you interrupted.

“—Y/N,” he amended, “I’m here for you. I never stopped loving you, not even after you ran off with Galindo—”

“I didn’t run off,” you said, “I met someone better—my soulmate—and I married him. And I’m telling you, nicely, to leave me alone before my husband tells you himself.” You stopped, looking over your shoulder as Nestor approached. “Nestor, could you please escort Mr. Rivera out?” You asked calmly. “My friends and I are having a nice lunch, and he’s disturbing us.”

“Absolutely, Mrs. Galindo,” he said, his voice just above a growl. Carlos bristled, but he didn’t struggle. Apparently, he didn’t want to make a scene.

“Just know this,” he said over his shoulder as Nestor not-so-gently led him away, “I will do everything in my power to win you back—Galindo be damned!”

You sighed. You tried to be nice about it.

Later, Nestor drove you home. You leaned forward a bit and noticed his knuckles were bruised.

You smiled.

Miguel was waiting for you when you got home. He gave Nestor a curt nod, and the other man nodded back before walking off, leaving the two of you alone together. “Nestor told me what happened today,” he said, opening his arms for a hug.

You went to him immediately, wrapping your arms around his back. “I didn’t know he’d be there,” you said, “I swear…”

“I know you didn’t,” he said into your hair, “but this is a problem. I can’t have him out here trying to seduce you…” His voice dropped. “I won’t have him out here trying to seduce you. You told him once, nicely…”

“And Nestor told him again,” you grinned, “not-so-nicely…”

“Yes,” Miguel smiled down at you, “But here’s the thing, mi vida, he doesn’t get a third warning. The next time he so much as thinks of you; I will kill him.”

Your smile widened, your husband’s words going straight between your legs. “Miguel…”

“You’re mine,” he said, gripping your chin in his hand, “I should be the only man buying you flowers and ordering you drinks…”

“I didn’t drink the champagne,” you told him, draping your arms around his shoulders, “I don’t want any other man buying me things but you.”

“If you see him again,” Miguel said, his hands on your hips, “call me, no matter where I am or what I’m doing. I want to know.”

You tilted your head. You could see—and hear—the quiet rage in Miguel’s voice, but there was something else too… Something besides the anger and indignation. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

Miguel sighed. “Carlos Rivera said… he’d do anything to win you back,” he shook his head, “I just… I want to kill him so badly, my love…”

“He’s been warned,” you said, kissing his nose, “I don’t think he’ll push things any further…” You kissed his lips, and you felt Miguel relax in your embrace. “…And if he does… then you get to kill him. It’s a win-win.”

He laughed against your lips, and when you went to bed that night, you tried to ease his worries with your touch, gently kissing and caressing him as you rolled around in bed. He was much gentler this time, his lips brushing against your skin in a tender caress, his beard lovingly burning your flesh as he moved against you. You made sure to be vocal, telling Miguel how much you loved him and how he was everything to you, your lips on his as he moved inside of you. You held him close, and when you fell asleep that night, the only name on your lips was his.

Neither you nor Miguel brought up Carlos again for three weeks after that. Things went back to normal; there were no more flowers or bottles of champagne delivered. You didn’t even see Carlos around town. In fact, you heard the businesses Carlos had been trying to start (the legit businesses, the cover-ups) had all gone belly up. Miguel bought them out and added them to the Galindo empire. You didn’t ask, but you had a feeling Carlos didn’t just drop off of the face of the earth on his own…

“Miguel,” you started, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around him. It was early, he was wearing his robe, and you were wearing yours. No one else was up—the only reason you two were awake was because you’d both needed a snack between sessions. “Can I ask you a question?”

“After that,” he grinned, turning in your arms with a smile, “You can ask me whatever you want.” He picked your hand up and kissed it. “I’m a slave to you, mi amor.”

You giggled. “Mm hmm… We’ll see,” you put a hand in his hair, “My love, when was the last time you put on your yellow raincoat?” He stiffened, and you laughed. “You said I could ask whatever I want…”

“You know I don’t like to talk about that when I’m at home…” He started.

“Was it the night after I went out with my friends? No,” you shook your head, smiling, “It couldn’t have been that night. You were… busy.”

Miguel chuckled, cupping your face in his hand. “Sweetheart…”

“It must have been that morning, when you left for work,” you went on, “Is that it?”

Miguel sighed. “Do you really want to know?”

You nodded. “I do.”

He took your hand and lead you to the table, his hand still in yours as you sat down. “What exactly do you want to know?”

“Did you kill him?” You asked, nothing but curiosity in your eyes.

Miguel nodded. “The next morning, when I went to work, I had Nestor pick him up,” he told you casually, “delivered him to my church pew.” His fingers flexed in yours. “We had a good talk.”

“What did you talk about?”

“Simple facts. I reminded him that you were my wife, and that you chose me over him years ago. I told him that wasn’t going to change just because he moved a few bricks and could afford outdated champagne now.” He shrugged. “I told him that you were mine.”

You felt your breath hitch. “And what did he say?”

“He disagreed,” Miguel said easily, “He wanted to argue that he knew you better than I do, and that he could treat you better.”

“And you killed him.”

He nodded. “I cut his balls off,” he said, as if it wasn’t a big deal, “and I cut his throat. He bled all over my shoes.” Miguel raised your hand to his mouth again, his dark eyes never leaving yours. “I sent his body back to Mexico in six boxes…”

“One for every year we’ve been married,” you said, awed.

Miguel smiled. “Yes.” He kissed your hand. “It didn’t matter to me when he tried to zero in on our business,” he said, “It didn’t matter that he didn’t come to me for permission to work in my territory,” he went on, “But when he said he was going to have you…” Miguel’s dark eyes flashed. “I couldn’t let him walk away. You’re mine,” he intoned, “and any man who wants to say otherwise dies bloody.”

You took a breath. “I love you, Miguel.”

He smiled, his features softening as he looked over at you. “I love you, mi amor.” He stood, your hand still in his. “Now come, let me show you just how much I love you.”

You giggling, following him upstairs. You loved him—the man, the cartel boss, the murderer—you adored every part of him.

And he, clearly, loved you too.

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To be clear, my requests are NOT open, but I wanted to do a jealous/protective Miguel story, and I asked for possible storylines. And I got this! Thanks for reading!

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