#like purgatory could have resulted in such good story telling yet… left like a baby out in the wind UN FUCKJNG HEARD

[guckies]

I don’t have many hopes for any lore conflicts especially with the soulfire members considering all the relationship conflicts were just seemingly thrown out the window as soon as they got back to quesadilla

#qsmp purgatory 2 #qsmp purgatory #that’s not to dismiss the bond that soulfire has but this is in general like ermmm #I know as well not everyone is back which is also a problem but don’t say purgatory was lore when really is was a competition that resulted #in any and all possible good juicy story making conflicts to be thrown out when they got back to quesadilla #bc the people who are villains to another refuse to be seen as such #like if cellbit jaiden baghera or slime dont drag out the conflict then i think ill crack like two weeks for nothing #two weeks for everyone to shake hands and go their separate ways two weeks fucking wasted??? #like purgatory could have resulted in such good story telling yet… left like a baby out in the wind UN FUCKJNG HEARD #aghhh idk why im pissed about it maybe i just need my roleplay queens back #qsmp neg #- tag just in case #also edit to this THE ‘RP’ BAD DID WASNT BARELY RP SINCE NO ONE ELSE WAS PARTICIPATING DUE TO HAVING A BAD TIME OR JUST TRYING TO GET OUT O #WHATEVER BULLSHIT HE PUT THEM IN ISK LIKE THE STUPID ASS SPAWN KILLING

[eddielala]

A summary of what we know and what we don’t know

I decided to write down everything what I read the last days, because...well, I need to see it. 

1. Jensen and Misha said goodbye when they shot 15.18. It was very emotional.

2. Misha didn’t say goodbye on social media, even he’s very active.

3. Jensen made a hint with the green- blue flanell. Also he did NOT mention Cas as dead. Also he said he liked purgatory!Dean the most (and we know what happened in purgatory).

4. Misha was in Vancouver when Jensen and Jared shot 15.19 and 15.20.  He wasn’t, I read a post some days ago but seems to be false information. I saw some pics and for me it’s clear he was there.

5. The picture of Misha with Robert Wisdom was shot before Covid. So it’s not a hint.

6. Dean did NOT NOT reciprocrate, he actually was overwhelmed by his feelings and the confession. He did not understand if Cas means actually love love or ‘I love you like I love burgers’. He didn’t know that Cas - an angel - can feel like humans. I think we can call him ‘in love with the angel’, it’s canon. Dean didn’t ask himself if he loves Cas, if he is bisexual, he already knew it. Case closed.

7. They cut some shots of the confession scene in 15.18. Jensen is happy about the result.

8. Jensen said he likes that everyone can interpret the scene on his own. 

9. Misha confirmed Destiel as canon. BUT why did he do it? He is a Destiel shipper and he knows the fandom, and he knows that it was a one-sided love confession. He also tweeted it’s a homosexual love confession AND that everyone has to interpret it for themselves. What?!

10. Misha sent messages to fans with a NSWF picture. It’s Cas in an onion field. Well, we know Misha likes trolling around but he called it a ‘spoiler’.

11. The whiteboards of 15.20 are very interesting. The quotes and the songs could be a hint on Cas. 

12. Dean and Sam will hunt some vampires in 15.20. They will be in a barn. So, what about an onion field outside of this barn? And Dean met Cas the first time in a barn.

13. The theory about the writer’s ending (= Chuck) is interesting. It means the next episode is controlled by other people. I appreciated Jensen and Jared, but also by the fans. 

14. Also the theory about 15.20 to be an alternative ending for the fans is interesting. 15.19 was kind of an ending, with the review and the two brothers back on the road. Maybe it was the ending for the people who wanted them to be alone with baby. And the others get what they want in 15.20.

15. Eileen and Bobby are vanished and we don’t know anything what happened to them. Did they come back after Jack became god? 

16. Eye- fucks, purgatory, the lamp. It’s canon that Dean loves Cas, so I won’t talk about this. But he has to say it.

17. In 15.19 Dean accepted his other side, a life of love. No anger anymore. But he’s not happy yet. Because he needs Cas. Because it’s not just the saying for Dean, it’s the having, because he never ever had something in his life (except Sam and the car).

18. The episode with Garth being a baby daddy was filled with hints on Deans future. He said he could be a good dancer when he saw Garth dancing with his wife. Also Dean danced with a lamp in this episode. The dance means a long- term relationship. Dean and Sam talked about it and they recognized that it would be the best to have a partner who understands the life of the hunters. Dean said to Sam he should take Eileen. So who’s Dean’s perfect partner?

19. Hints, I can’t count them. The meta in this season is deeper than the Mariana Trench. Dean is broken after Cas died, he can’t be happy without him. He wanted to force Chuck to bring him back even he wasn’t the reason for his death. He would have killed Sam for him! 

20. The episode with Chuck and Becky was also a hint. Becky is shocked by the ending Chuck wrote for Supernatural. No mention of Cas! He vanished her and her family. He took away her family and she watched him. Dean also watched Cas disappear.

21. The parallels between Dean losing Cas, Sam losing Eileen and Charlie losing her girlfriend (Sorry, I forgot her name). Everyone lost their lover.

22. The plot of Chuck and Jack is completed. There’s nothing left to tell about except the love plot - what about Sam and Eileen? And Dean?

23. We know from the description of 15.20 that some familiar faces will come back and that the episode is about Dean and Sam’s personal story and about family. And Cas is family.

24. A love confession from Dean is NOT impossible. Maybe it’s not a kiss (even the actors wouln’t have a problem with it. They’re best friends and the’re touchy on stage so don’t tell me otherwise) but I think Dean needs to say it like Castiel did. 

25. Dean wouldn’t stop thinking about Cas just because he died out of happiness. Dean always tried to bring him back, and he was traumatized when he wasn’t around him. Why would he stop?

26. Dean is able to write his own story now. We know he is comfortable with the idea of living an apple pie life, but he never had a relationship like that. Every relationship he had went wrong, for example Lisa. The only one who would fit into this role is Cas.

27. Chuck showed Sam some endings of their lives. Every of this futures ended bad for the boys. Who was missed in this futures? Cas, he was buried in the box because of the Mark.

28. Not a hint, but I saw a picture of the episode on Amazon Prime (I guess?) and Misha was listed as cast.

29. There are pictures (I only saw one but I believe the users there are more) of Cas, Dean and Sam with grey hair.  These were promo pics of 15.18, the grey hair was caused by the lightning.

Yeah, these are some things I remembered. I know there are a lot more of theories and hints I may have forgotten, so if you want to you can write them into the comments and I will add them to the list.

Cas will come back and Dean will tell him his feelings. 

#Destiel #deancas #dean winchester #dean x castiel #castiel #supernatural #SPN #spn spoilers #spn s15

[h0unds-of-h3ll]

Sweet and Salty

Sup, so I have found that writing one shots are way much faster then continuing my full fledged story. Although I will be still be furthering the plot on that story, I’d rather get to write something that would rather come out somewhat good. That is why I am continuing on these one shots, so please enjoy!

This is a Dean Winchester x reader one shot.

Based somewhat around Dean not doing shorts, you’ll see about that.

Sweat stained skin and clothes sunken through, hair matted to the scalp and the skin of your neck. You groan the heat taking a toll on you. The bunker AC was shot and it was in the middle of July, the hottest month of Summer. You were sure that you weren't going to make it. But oh lord the sight before you, Dean had shredded his shirt a few hours ago. The heat became unbearable for him as well, and you'd be lying if it didn't look good on him. His chest puffed and broad and he hefted up the shitty thing that made this all happen, the muscles in his stomach tightening.

Dean had easily captured your full and undivided attention without a doubt. You and Dean had an odd relationship of sorts. When he first introduced his idea of calling you his own, he hadn't come to the realization of having to be romantic. Dean, to say the least, was a one and done and to wake up the morning and run from the unknown girl who he finessed into his bed in the night. Although that was before he had met you. One night, your best friend Sam from high school had invited you to come over to his place and watch the new season of The Walking Dead. This wasn't out of the norm for either of you nor Lurch. (Sammy's nickname you gave him one night when you both decided that it would be a not so great idea to go to a house party.) He would invite you over some nights to binge the latest sci-fi series on Netflix, hours without end.

Drool peeking out of your mouth whenever you fell asleep on the brothers' couch. Then, a figure appeared in front of your sleeping form groggily you bawled your hands and rolled them over your eyes to relieve the itch of them opening. The figure blocking the televisions ghastly glow in the dim of the room, the figure turns and you decide to fake being asleep for the fear of not knowing or what the figure is that is now casting over you. The figure's torn and maimed hand softly touched your jaw. Tilted your head back, the figure leans down and its chapped lips pressed against your cheek, the figure's nose gently pressing against your rose dusted skin. The gesture sent your skin on fire. Such an innocent gesture set your skin ablaze, yet, you haven't known who the perpetrator was.

It couldn't be Sam, you never thought of him as a lover and he didn't seem he did either. It couldn't be Dean either because he simply didn't do love. So who could Mysterio be? you decided to just take whatever it gave you and decided in the morning. The figures kiss left your cheek as did his lips as to your dismay, although the figures hand cascades into your hair and tuck a fallen piece behind your hair. The creature being satisfied with its doing it leaves your side and turns off the television, the light being drowned into the dark as well. The figure's form disappears into the imagination but before he departs he lets out; "you look so beautiful, sweetheart." You were nonetheless confused when you awoke the next day but you didn't dare say it wasn't nice.

The boys had given up on the idea that they could fix the ac in a day, supposedly how it short-circuited in the first place. Was because Castiel tried to teach Jack how to revive a baby bird that had fallen outside of the bunker. It was a few miles from the bunker whenever they went on a supply run they had found the fallen creature.

Jack, being Jack used his power a bit too strongly and busted every possible thing that could be breakable in the room. Even a few of the men of letters possessions that Sam was disappointed to have found about, Dean on the other hand was outright ballistic at the fact that they had no cool air. Leaving them here, sitting around the small entertainment center they managed to find in one of the many bunker rooms. The only thing making everyone the slightest bit cooler. Happened to be Sam's fan he brought from college and refused to sell saying in desperate times like these it would become handy. The catch was that the fan was so slow from age it circulated air every few minutes, so everyone drank up their minute whenever it landed on them. Becoming disappointed you got up from your spot on the floor by Casanova since Jack, Lurch, and Dean reserved the couch, you continuously denying Dean's offer for you to sit on his lap.

Cas had forgone his usual attire and opted for one of Dean's old shirts, his heavy overcoat being too obnoxiously warm from the heat. You patted him on the shoulder as you got to know that you were leaving too tired to ask why he just assumed it was lady stuff. He learned the last time that department he wanted to stay out of for the rest of his years on Earth. Dean on the other spectrum shifted his head on the headrest of the ratty couch to stare at you. As you waltzed into the kitchen in search of something that was the least bit refreshing, Dean found something rather refreshing making his mouth water at the sight of it. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down. Trying to muffle the groan of seeing those short jean shorts riding up your thighs. Giving him a glimpse of where your thighs stop and where your ass began. "Anybody want anything to drink while I'm up?" you sounded out happily once you had found the few Popsicle's left over a few weeks ago. You got a few groans and moans in response but Dean oh so desperately wanted to say 'yeah, you' but he stopped himself when Sam had hit him on the shoulder. "Dude, gross!" he said as he scrunched up his face in disgust once he realized why Dean was so quiet for the first time today. He was worse than a dog in heat, Sam slowly started to reach for the remote that now sat out of Dean's grasp.

The remote that Dean had so unfairly hogged all day since he claimed that any other show was less superior than Dr sexy. M.D. which quite frankly had mixed results from the group. Sam hated it for being so nasty, Castiel being interested just because he was curious of what everything was, and Jack well, saw his first pair of tits. Dean was so proud and clapped Jack on the back and called him a man after that, and you decided that this was indeed the day you would die. Sam had never been so concentrated in his life on something so meaningless, but he'd be damn if he didn't get this stupid remote and save his dignity. His long arm stretched and he was sure his mission had no-fail, but then y/n had to go and ruin it and come back with Popsicle’s in hand. Dammit, now! He grabbed the remote but before he could Dean grabbed his arm and they both had haphazardly fought for the ownership of the remote. Dean weirdly jolted his elbow into Sam's face hitting his nose, he knew he fucked up whenever Sam had lifted his hand to find crimson.

He rolled his eyes socking Dean in his arm "You don't always have to be such a Jerk" Sam snarled out going into the kitchen to find an ice pack they are sadly way too familiar with. Y/n handed out the destined Popsicle’s, a few thank you's coming out of the respected angels, but before you gave Dean his. You went behind the couch and stuck it on his bareback rather than the normal shriek he let out a soft moan the cool ice on his heated back felt pleasant to him. A shiver ran up his spine, his bright venomous eyes whirled around and glared at you. The Popsicle’s in question was quickly forgotten as he grabbed your hand and grabbed the plastic of the Popsicle’s with his teeth and tore it open sending you a wink before he turned around tuning into his show. Whenever you patted Cas on the back to tell him you were back and tried to sit in your destined spot but the arms wrapped around your torso and pulled you into Dean's lap. Jack's eyes widened in shock from knowing all too well as to what was going to ensue from Dean's actions he quickly dismissed himself and went to his room. Cas going into the kitchen to help/heal Lurch.

You squirmed in Dean's arms trying to get comfortable "look what you did you made everyone leave!" you whined gently slapping Dean's sticky chest. Some of the cherry Popsicle's’ syrup running around his mouth “hmm,” is all you had to what seemed like a reply. Your face scrunched from seeing Dean pig out, it wasn’t the first time you've seen him pig out but this. This was something different. Dean, the alleged human incarcerated lust, made it 10 times more intimate. How? Well for starters he would not stop looking at you the entire time his plumped, pillowed, pink lips slurped and sucked the taste of the sweet treat. You couldn’t help but let your mouth fall open in shock at how he didn't care that Castiel and Sam were only a few mere few feet away from the both of you. He had sucked the last syrup-filled ice cube into his mouth and there was plastic somewhere near the couch, you usually were the boy’s maid since they didn't know how to do laundry nor cleaning that being said you knew you were more than likely going to have to pick that up later.

“Dean, really?!” you screeched at him. You thought you had taught him better, you just had gotten him to start cleaning his room. He rolled his eyes shifted his hips so you were now skin against skin, his chest pressed against yours. Stomach against his and God it felt like heaven. He ran his hands up and down your sides mapping out every curve and ditch you had, you didn't think it was possible for it to get even hotter but now it had gotten into purgatory levels of heat. His breath fanned against your face it was surprisingly cold and his eyes half-lidded and clouded in a daze, his hands moved up around your neck and cupped your neck pulling your lips into a rough, demanding kiss. His mouth working wonders on its own, his tongue poked out and ran across your lip his tongue felt as if it was frostbitten, the ice tucked into his cheek cooling his mouth which made it felt like ecstasy. Your hands ran into his hair tugging and yanking the dirty blonde hair each and every way.

Shortly after his hands quickly duck down and cup his hands around your ass kneading the flesh in his palms, although his long fingers skimmed across the torn distressed parts where it couldn't hide your skin. You moaned into his lips when he started to push his body into yours making your hips grind against his own, and then you felt it. You smirked and left his now kiss sore lips, his pupils dilated and telling you he wasn't nearly done with you. You pushed your forehead against his and kissed his nose he scrunched it up as a child would. “Are you packing the colt, or are you just happy to see me?” you whispered your lips turning into a grin, as he grabbed you and hefted you up, you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist. He shoved his face into your neck nipping and licking while he walked past Sam and Cas into his room. “USE PROTECTION!” you heard Sam wail out, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

#dean winchester #xreader #dean winchester x reader #Sam Winchester #sam winchester x reader #Cute and hot at the same time IRTR #jack kline #jack kline x reader #castiel x reader #castiel novak #fluff #dean being a little shit #cuteness #cute butt #sexy cute #deans a warning of his own #fanfic #SPN #supernatural

[tibbinswrites]

How about Dean/Cas #33. Canon or AU. All is good to me. 🙂

Hiii!!!! Thank you so much for your request! So this one has taken me so long and it’s not super on topic with the prompt. I had a plan but got very distracted and this happened instead. Hope you like it ^_^

I’ve now done prompts for: #1, #2, #4 and #16, #9, #10, #33, #77, #78, #170 and #502

I also have 2 prompts waiting for: #20 and an addition to #170 and after I’ve done these I will be closing prompts for a little while. Sorry! I’ve joined up for a Big Bang which I’m super excited about and I’ve never done before so I really need to turn my focus to that at the moment.

ANYWAY! On with the fic!

Prompt #33. Tomorrow

In this life there was never a guarantee that you would get anything more than what you had right now. There was also never a guarantee that you wouldn’t lose what little you had. This was a lesson that Dean had learned too many times to count. Could it be counted as loss if your hold on it was tenuous at best? What about a dream? A wish? A distant maybe? Those were never certain, he’d never had them, so why, when they were on the brink of vanishing forever, did it feel like grief?

Watching Cas leave had felt like that. The anger gloated in his gut while the rest of him mourned. He hated that the one constant in his life now was his rage. It hadn’t always been this way; back when hunting had been enough for him, before John had died. That was then the anger had really come into its own, he thought; solidified from all the disappointment and potential for closure that would now never come. He might have been able to say a final goodbye to his father the previous year, but there had been so much still left unsaid between them and Dean hadn’t decided if the John that had appeared had even been the John he knew, or just something conjured as part of the wish. Questioning the reality of things in Dean’s life was ‘in’ at the moment.

He was working on it, he was. In between Purgatory and worrying about Jack and looking for ways to kill God and meeting his alternate self he was working on self-improvement. He’d apologised to Cas and that had worked out. He was trying to joke with the guy more, make him laugh, or at least ease the worried crease between his eyes a little. It hadn’t worked so far.

But now, Jack was sobbing at the kitchen table, apologising over and over for every slight he’d ever made. He had his soul back. And Cas and Sam were gathered around him, forgiving him each time he mumbled a ‘sorry’. Dean went to fill a glass of water and placed it in front of the kid before stepping back. Sam rubbed Jack’s back soothingly while Cas kept up a stream of affirmations and comfort but Dean could only watch. He’d been working on his anger, but the wound of what had happened to Mary Winchester was still raw, tangled up in a bunch of other feelings like the mess that was their phone charger station. Dean wasn’t sure he’d forgiven Jack yet, but seeing how sorry he was… well… that helped.

Jack had looked up at him a few times, blue eyes wet and shiny with remorse as though he wanted Dean to say something. Dean knew that he should, he knew that he should swallow his pride, kneel down to eye-level and tell Jack that he still cared about him, that he was still family. But he knew that wasn’t what Jack wanted to hear and it would eat him up to mutter a forgiveness he didn’t feel, even if it might be the only thing that Jack really wanted to hear.

Cas sent him a couple of pointed glares, but he retreated instead, leaving Cas and Sam to calm the kid down. Sure, the first few hours of having his soul back would be messy, but once he adjusted to having feelings again he’d be okay, or at least as okay as the rest of them were. Besides, Sam was the one with first-hand experience of losing and re-gaining your soul, he was the best person to be in there right now. Dean just awkwardly standing around wouldn’t make any of them feel better.

Xxx

It was a few hours later that Cas came to find him.

“He’s still very upset,” he said by way of a greeting when he walked into the garage. His voice was hard, almost accusatory. Dean didn’t turn around. “We could have used you there.”

“I’m not exactly good at that whole… area of things, Cas. I’m sure you and Sam did a better job than I could have.”

“It’s you that Jack needs forgiveness from,” Cas fired back. “And more than forgiveness he needs reassurance that you don’t hate him. You disappearing doesn’t exactly alleviate that fear.”

“I don’t hate him.” Dean said, uncomfortable. He was working on Baby, nothing major, just inspecting every inch of her to make sure his and Sam’s alternate selves hadn’t done any damage. They hadn’t, but the work got his hands greasy and kept his mind calm and that was all he needed right now. Meeting himself from that other world had thrown him, probably more than it should. Thinking about it now, maybe sending them off to Brazil hadn’t been the best plan. They weren’t exactly done defying God, having a couple of decoys could come in handy, and if they were loaded enough to afford a private jet, two sets of pilots, top-shelf scotch and whatever the hell they’d been wearing they couldn’t be completely useless as hunters. The other John Winchester might have spoiled them (and if that thought didn’t just sit in his stomach like sour milk), but if he’d started HunterCorp and it had gone international, they had to have done a decent job of proving themselves, because he was pretty sure that any John Winchester in any world still had to be a ball-busting hard-ass when it came to hunting. Plus, they were still alive.

Then again, they couldn’t exactly stay here. If Chuck did come to check up on them then their usefulness as stand-ins was blown. Plus… it would just be weird. There had been a strange mix of relief and jealousy when they had talked about their life back on other-Earth, a bit of longing for that kind of ease and lightness that he knew he’d lost years ago, but then again, they had come through the rift alone, no Cas, no Jack, no family, and despite their toasts to their father, the grief there had been perfunctory at best. Their whole world was gone and they had barely seemed to care. So their lives might have been shinier and easier, but at least his life was full.

“Maybe you should tell him that.” Cas grumbled with all the heaviness of a parent who had been trying to comfort their child for the past several hours. Then, in a tone much sharper, “and I’m not an idiot.”

Dean turned. Cas was glaring at him, which Dean wasn’t exactly surprised at, but the glare contained something else too, a spark of real fury, not the watered-down version Cas more often than not used.

Dean folded his arms. “On this particular day, you were.” He insisted, folding his oil-streaked arms across his chest. “Going to the Empty, Cas? Really?”

“Oh, like going to Hell was a better plan.”

“Me and Sam didn’t have to die to get there!” Dean heard his voice get louder with each syllable.

“I didn’t—” Cas began.

“Almost is too damn close,” Dean interrupted. Dropping his arms where his hands balled into fists.

“Well my plan is the one that worked.” Cas said. Dean watched as his shoulders pulled back, Cas was gearing up for a big fight. Well fine, if this was the hill Cas wanted to die on, that was just fine with him, ’cause this time he was right, dammit. “You and Sam walked right into Jo’s trap while I got the location of the occultum.”

“You think this is about results?” Dean asked, his voice deadly quiet now. “You think I give a crap that it worked?”

Cas frowned. “I don’t understand.”

Dean let out a breath and dragged a hand through his hair. “You really are an idiot.”

“Stop calling me that!” Cas advanced on him, blue fire in his eyes. “I was the leader of a garrison of angels. That means I was the best. And I got there because I am an expert strategist. I understand how wars are fought and won. I saw the flaws in Jo’s story when you didn’t and I took steps to make sure that your mistake didn’t cost us the occultum and ultimately gave us a fighting chance in this war. I procured the thing that returned our son’s soul and still you call me stupid, you belittle me, you refuse to respect my choices. Why do you insist on trying to make me smaller than I am?”

“Why do you insist on trying to leave me every damn chance you get?!” Dean shouted back, though Cas’ words had hurt. Not least because they were true, or at least, they would certainly seem to be true, if you didn’t have access to the inner workings of Dean’s head. “Did your great intelligence factor in what would have happened to us if you hadn’t made it back, what would have happened to me? You keep doing this. You keep throwing yourself away as though you’re some kind of red-shirt. So yeah, you’re an idiot. Because you might be smart and you might be an expert in strategy and you might be the size of the goddamn Chrysler Building but one thing you’re not is disposable. And I don’t care that you were right. I don’t care that your plan worked. I don’t care that we got the occultum because of your hunch. All I care about is that you died today, and you seem to think that that’s an acceptable risk.”

“It is,” came Cas’ immediate response, though his tone and his eyes had softened a little during Dean’s tirade. “Dean, the world is at stake here. Of course I will give my life for it.”

“You don’t have to be so freaking eager.”

“I don’t have a part in Death’s plan,” Cas said, as argumentative and stubborn as ever, despite the bitterness in his words. “Just as I didn’t have a part in God’s plan. You, Sam and Jack are the ones who will get this done. But I will not just stand back and let you fight it for me. This is my fight too!”

“So fight,” Dean said, stepping forward so he and Cas were almost chest-to-chest. “Don’t give up. Don’t go diving headfirst into the Empty without a proper plan that we all agree on. It’s because Billie hasn’t factored you in that I am terrified, Cas. I can’t lose you again, I can’t do it. I barely made it through last time. Hell, technically it’s only because of Billie and her plan that I lived to see you again. But if she says that you don’t have a part, screw her. You’re with us. You’re with me. To the end of this thing and not a moment before.”

He was so close. Cas’ eyes mere inches from his own, his tongue darted out to wet his lips and Cas looked down to track the movement. And it was then that Dean knew, knew what he had been so scared to know all along: that feeling in his chest when he looked at Cas, the glow that drew him in, he knew in that moment that Cas felt it too. And it suddenly didn’t matter that they were fighting, it didn’t matter that Dean had all kinds of issues about his being into guys thing. It didn’t matter because Cas didn’t care, and Cas cared about the important stuff. So he leaned closer, his eyes slipping closed as he did so. Because tomorrow would bring with it more problems, more plans, more arguments; because Cas was brilliant, he was smart, he was resourceful, he would do what he thought was right whether Dean approved or not. He was fierce and so, so soft and he was right there.

He felt a hand on his chest and he blinked. Cas’ face was right next to his, something painful but determined in his expression.

“Not a moment before.” He whispered against Dean’s lips before he took a step back.

And if those words held an extra significance, Dean couldn’t fathom it, but they were an apology and a promise rolled into one, and they were more than Dean deserved at the best of times. He nodded an apology of his own and reached up to trace the line of Cas’ cheekbone. Cas leaned slightly into the touch.

“We’ll talk?” Dean asked. Because Cas was a sneaky bastard and he was hiding something, something that he wasn’t quite ready to say just now.”

Cas sighed heavily and nodded.

“Tomorrow.”

#supernatural #fanfiction #spn fanfic #Destiel #prompts #prompt #writing #TibbinsWrites #season 15 spoilers

[truthbeetoldmedia]

Wynonna Earp 3x03 "Colder Weather" Review

Hello friends, my TV shows have been trying to kill me with sadness this last week or so (if any of you dear readers also watch The 100, you know what I’m talking about). Episode 3x02 of Wynonna Earp left us all reeling with the shocking and VERY unexpected death of our beloved Deputy Marshal Xavier Dolls.

We were not prepared, but I dare say the showrunner and writers were; this episode, aptly named “Colder Weather”, is a beautiful bleeding love letter to a character that sadly we didn’t know well enough before his demise, but we still loved without measure. I wish all TV shows that killed off beloved or lead characters were this good at finding ways to explore our characters as they navigate a very fresh wound while also giving the newly passed on character closure and a final bow.

"Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted" - Matthew 5:4

We open to a close up of Wynonna's eye with a giant tear sliding down her lashes, swigging a bottle of whiskey drunkenly in the snowy woods, yelling at a demon to literally come out and fight her...grief is not going well in Purgatory for our hero(es). Of course, a concerned Waverly and Nicole are nearby with guns, letting Wynonna purge her pain the only way she seems to know how.

A demon does show up to fight, but not the one she wants, not Bulshar. She exchanges some barbs with the revenant before dispatching him, but Wynonna is far too numb to even enjoy his demise. This is the cold open to a somber episode.

Next thing you know, Waverly and Nicole are picking out Dolls’ casket. We actually get a light moment here with Nicole telling Waves of her desire at death, to be eaten by the birds of the air and then “dispatched” over the land she loves vs being buried. Someone needs to give Nicole the 411 on what is and ISN’T bittersweet romantic topics.

Wynonna, unable to even accept that Dolls is truly gone forever, removes herself from the house for some nice healthy target practice whilst imagining Bulshar’s head in the place of the tin cans, I would assume.

This leads to one of my favorite moments of the episode: Wynonna and Doc having a heart to heart in the cold, gloomy snow. This moment isn’t a shipping moment (although I do LOVE these two together in any form), it’s just Wynonna taking a moment to be vulnerable, to bury her face into the shoulder of a friend. “I’ve been through all of this before, with Daddy, and Shorty and WIlla” and I’m sure in a way she and Doc were also thinking about Baby Alice; even though she is very alive it must still feel like a death to them. Doc just offers her deep love and comfort with no strings attached, telling her Dolls died a hero saving them all, just trying to squeeze all the pain out of her and himself, his last words to Dolls still haunting him.

They talk about what Dolls would want; Doc tells the story of how back in his day a man that “died with his boots on” got buried in a special location (Boot Hill, HA! super original name) and was buried with a bottle of the finest whiskey money could buy (which he then confessed he would steal). Wynonna gives us a detail we didn’t know before: Dolls was from Arizona! But she states that they were his chosen family and he would want to be buried and mourned by them.

"When the tears come streaming down your face, when you lose something you can’t replace" - Coldplay

Speaking of mourning, I love how this episode gives each character a “grief arc” and all their reactions just feel so, so real.

Wynonna is still denying she won’t talk to him again, saying things like “He’s not cutting him up, no way!” when she finds out Jeremy is doing the autopsy on Dolls’ body. Her rage at Bulshar, her inability to accept what she knows is TRUE and very much real. It’s truly heartbreaking and Melanie Scrofano destroys your heart with palpable grief in every scene; every season she just sets the performance bar higher.

Waverly reminds me of myself in grief or sadness, she must do all the things! Pick the casket! Go to Dolls’ place for his funeral clothes! Make 15 different types of sandwiches! Take care of Wynonna! It also makes her think about her own mortality, and how finite her young life is. She is even more bubbly than usual and it’s even bothering her because she keeps giggling. (Fact: I am like this, the more uncomfortable or upset I am the more I fight to be the opposite.)

Doc is the opposite, sullen, angry (mostly at himself), his last words to Dolls’ haunting him. He lashes out in a way that feels all too real when Waverly accuses him of having “no feelings”; he, without flinching, sends his entire glass of whiskey shattering against the wall, saying, “Is that feeling enough for you?!” Wynonna, Waverly and Nicole look shocked, and Waverly looks a little scared; no doubt it triggered old memories of her dad's explosive and abusive ways. You can tell as Doc exits the Earp home he feels terrible about it; he is not in a place to deal with it yet (thankfully he and Waverly do get to talk later), but in the moment the tension is thick.

Nicole, as it turns out, had a very strong and “professional” friendship with Dolls — she even had a key to his apartment! Which they use to find him funeral clothes, and they also find a letter to Wynonna he left amongst his things. Nicole fills Waverly in on how he was tracking down old files on the cult of Bulshar massacre she survived as a kid for her! They both checked in on each other because they were both “officers in the line of duty.” They just got each other. Dolls confided in her; “He had a traumatic past, so he thought he could help me with mine” she tells a rather taken aback Waverly, who is still processing that her normal girlfriend is not as normal as she thought. Nicole breaks down, “but I couldn’t save Dolls, he was trying to help me and now he’s dead,” her grief mingled with guilt much like Doc’s.

The moment is interrupted by a shadow outside of Dolls window, which is three floors up. It’s vampire Kate, who steals Waverly’s bag and is gone in a flash. What is her exact motive? It remains to be unseen. Waverly had of course put the letter from Dolls in her bag.

Jeremy may have the shortest end of the grief stick as he knew Dolls was going to die — but Dolls had made him swear not to tell anyone, leaving him with a huge burden. The drugs killed Dolls but a grief-stricken Wynonna sees Jeremy as the thing to blame in the moment. “I will never forgive you for this” she whispers through hot tears. Jeremy retorts, “I get it, it’s easier to blame me than the dead dragon.” His angry reply hits Wynonna in the face like ice water, and she informs Jeremy to pack up his stuff and get out of Purgatory.

Everyone is just so raw and sad and angry; it gives such realness to these fictional people that you feel all the barbs and tears.

Lastly, the griever no one was expecting or asked for is Dolls’ former Black Badge colleague Ramon Quinn — who shows up in Shorty's bar looking for a drink and info on Dolls, startling an irate Doc who’s just discovered the bar has been broken into and trashed, but all that seems to be missing is the “banana liqueur.” (Revenants actually stole all of Dolls’ drugs Jeremy had made and stored in the fridge, but we will get to that.)

Quinn fills her in on some backstory: he and Dolls were part of the same Black Badge squad and Quinn explains that Dolls’ squad would place coded messages in ads in magazines to signal to each other so they could attend each other’s funerals without Black Badge knowing.

He also fills Wynonna in on some of Dolls’ past, most of it sad — making me feel even worse about him losing his life so young. Quinn wears the dog tags of all his fallen Black Badge squad who are all dead besides him, as a result of the experiments, because the injections always fail eventually. Quinn didn’t have the right blood type to be experimented on, so instead he was the one tasked with having to catch escapees from the Black Badge facility, a place Dolls escaped seven times. (I have issues with the idea of writing this particular storyline, where a white officer of sorts chased and captured a black man being held against his will over and over again, even though he was also technically a prisoner of sorts, but I digress.)

"They can have a terrible power over you...the power of grief, and loss, and of regret." - Babylon 5, Episode 3x11

All of the character moments and plot threads of this episode seem to lead up to the wake Waverly has planned at Shorty’s — the very thing Wynonna seems hellbent on avoiding. She instead gets drunk with Quinn, which probably didn’t pan out the way she was hoping. He asks her “who had Dolls’ back?”, insinuating that she and the gang dropped the ball. He also sets off her internal alarm when he says he doesn’t think Black Badge is really gone and they might come for Dolls’ body, since all the other “BB experiments” were buried in unmarked graves to prevent theft of their bodies. Something he wants Wynonna to think about. She of course goes to the morgue to check on Dolls’ body, where ever faithful Sheriff Nedley sits guarding it. Even he gets a small moment of reflection on Dolls some of the losses he has also recently experienced.

Wynonna heads back to Shorty’s to honor her friend, where she finds everyone is toasting Dolls and eating Waverly’s many sandwiches. Doc finally approaches Waverly to apologize for his behaviour and confides in her his last words to Dolls and his fear of going back to hell one day. She is of course ready and willing to forgive him, but she needs him to help her get her purse and Wynonna’s letter back from Kate, the mention of her name painting Doc’s face with annoyance. But he will do anything for the Earp girls, so they sneak out of the wake to confront Kate.

Nicole finds Jeremy hanging out in the cellar of the bar; he feels like his presence would not be welcome. They finally discover that all of Dolls’ drugs are missing! (I told ya I’d get back to this.) And just like any perfectly timed TV show, the revenants — jacked up on Dolls’ drugs — come barreling in, crashing Dolls’ wake. Wynonna, Nicole, Ramon, and Jeremy fight them all with all the rage you would expect. Wynonna calls Doc’s phone for backup only to have Waverly answer; they are still on a mission to save the letter from vampire Kate.

Waverly finally asks Doc the question we’ve all been wanting to know: “Who is she?”

Doc is to the point and honest: “She’s my wife.” Dun dun dun! I am sure if you’re like me you already had your sneaking suspicions, but Waverlys response is pure GOLD. “Does anyone around here NOT have a secret wife?” Only time will tell, Waves. Kate seems to just be jealous and wanting attention from Doc, usings the Earp sisters to lure him. She sure does seem to know what makes Doc tick.

Waverly confronting her with all her riled up feelings is priceless; she goes to flip Kate’s tarot table “Jesus in the temple style”, but when that doesn’t work she threatens to get a stake. Do not get on this little bb’s bad side, guys!

Kate seems to think Doc is so loyal because “the fiery little Earp reminds you of Wyatt” to which he gives the best side eye while responding “Waverly ain’t even an Earp” and exits smoothly like the southern gentleman he is. Kate picks up her fallen tarot cards and must see “something” spooky, stating, “She’s SOMETHING alright.” I think we all know that we are gonna find that out this season, and I hope it happens soon.

Back at the bar Nicole busts out some tough love for Wynonna after trying to cut her off from drinking. Wynonna’s response of “a man I l….someone I love is dead” may have made my heart crack right down the middle.

“You’re not the only one who lost him. You don’t get the monopoly on the grief we all feel.” That line drives home the theme of this whole episode. They all hurt and the pain is different for each of them, but you can’t tell someone your pain is more important than theirs.

Wynonna is on her way to apologize to Jeremy when she discovers Quinn torturing him for Dolls drugs. He wants to use them and storm Black Badge and get revenge. Here is when he confesses to being a “good soldier” to Black Badge and bringing Dolls and the other squad members back to captivity when they escaped. “Even when he begged me not to.” This realization bookends Dolls life with a tragic start and a tragic end — but he did have a hopeful middle, filled with people that loved him and he whom he loved back.

Of course Wynonna talks him down and asks him to do some digging see if Black Badge is still really out there. She also gives Quinn Dolls’ dog tags that she had been holding onto.

"He was footprints in the snow. Not all loves are meant to last, some are meant to grace you briefly." - Jacqueline Simon Gunn

The burial is a bittersweet and moving scene in the snowy shadows of the Earp homestead. (They decided to cremate him so “his body could never be used as currency again.” What a profound statement, if you think about it.)

Each of our heroes get to say their goodbyes, Waverly kissing the stylish scarf Dolls seemed to be fond of (I will miss style icon Dolls!) and lays it to rest with his ashes.

Nicole adds his badge, and salutes her fallen brother in arms. Doc adds a bottle of his finest whiskey and kneels, making the sign of the cross — a moving gesture since his last words to Dolls were those of condemnation.

Jeremy adds Dolls’ beloved “X” coffee mug.

Wynonna doesn’t add anything of Dolls’ but instead removes her keepsake necklace from Greece, the first thing Dolls found in the woods in Episode 1x01. His comment that “we might be looking for a Greek goddess” is now a nice bit of foreshadowing, since the word on the key is Greek for Athena, fittingly the goddess of wisdom and war. He returned the necklace to her as well, so she is essentially leaving a piece of her with him which just makes me tear up all over again.

The Earp sisters chat around a bonfire, Waverly finally delivering the envelope Dolls left to Wynonna. Its contents: a group picture of the gang looking happy around a dinner table, taken by Dolls (she whispers “I remember this day!’); “Keep going, keep fighting,” a reminder of the words he spoke to her that day giving her a sense of hope, and maybe even peace; and a single snapshot taken of her, unaware. A final way for him to say “I always look out for you, Wynonna.” A silent way of saying I love you, without expectations. His final sacrifice was for her and their friends and he wouldn’t have it any other way.   

The final scene of the episode was a bit odd to me, Doc going back to confront Kate (Contessa, as he calls her). She tells him Wyatt never stopped looking for him. And that for years she believed him dead and when she heard he had “risen”, she came looking for him. Her hard work of trying to get him involved with her again pays off as the last scene is of them kissing.

I get the feeling that it will be a short lived happy reunion for this marriage, as I do not trust her motives of coming to Purgatory just to get back with Doc, but we shall see!

Final thoughts:

I loved the mournful acoustic version of the theme song they used for the episode

Will Quinn be back as a recurring character? I kinda hope not, but I guess as long as they don’t try and replace Dolls with him I’m okay with seeing him again

What the heck is Waverly, guys? I’m concerned

I think Kate (Contessa) is an interesting character but I don’t trust her motives with Doc

Jeremy’s mustache still needs to go

The way Doc says “banana liqueur” had me rolling

Doc hogtying Quinn with a strand of  Christmas lights is some high quality resourcefulness

Thank you all for going through this emotional roller coaster of an episode with me, until next time Earpers!

Wynonna Earp airs Fridays at 9/8c on Syfy.

Gina’s episode rating: 🐝🐝🐝🐝

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