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Party like you are dead. First Act

A bit after the end of Danny's last year of highschool, the citizens of Amity Park receive a message: They are cordially invited to the Ghost Zone for a party. A complete cease fire between ghosts, and the ghosts and the hunters, is in place. Booze will be provided.

Did I mention the Party is held in the new King's, aka Phantom's, castle? Duh, nobody is going to miss this! Of course everyone wants to come!

Let's just hope that nothing important happens, right?

Can be read as stand alone fic.

From my series, You and me and our best friend makes three

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First Act

Pamela

When a ghost suddenly hijacked the TV signal, they expected a lot of things. Many things entailed crimes against humanity, and a big fight against Phantom and/or even another mass abduction to the Ghost Zone. Look, being the most haunted city in America meant that panic and screams didn’t come easily for the people of the place.

What they didn’t expect, though, was to be looking at the youthful face of the town hero wearing a nervous smile and looking at something behind the camera.

“Is this on? Yes? Ok, ok.” Someone far away said something, making him turn. “Yes, I remember my lines, ugh!”

He took a deep breath and looked back at the camera.

“Okay,” a heavy sigh. “People of Amity Park, you all have been cordially invited to Phantom’s Keep in the Ghost zone the next friday for the first ghost-human diplomatic event. A complete ceasefire will be guaranteed and whoever breaks it, human or ghost, will be removed from the vicinity. And uh….”

“‘Food and refreshments’” a voice said from outside the frame.

“Yes! Thanks, Tuck. Ahem, food and refreshments will be provided and transport will fetch those that wish to come in front of the Town Hall at eight o’clock sharp. See you around.”

Pamela Manson blinked slowly when her cooking program came back on the screen.

Huh, what a weird thing. Sammy hadn’t mentioned anything about this, and she knew the girl had been working with Phantom for a while. I mean, at first she had suspected a secret boyfriend or something, and that was plain unacceptable - who would she even date in this stupid town? The geek? The Fenton kid? Ugh! -; but some time at the beginning of Sammy's last year of highschool Phantom did an interview explaining some things about ghosts and who he was (about time, in her opinion) and that there has been a change in management around the Ghost Zone and that he had been crowned king. And that he had chosen Sam, Tucker and Danny as his human liaisons.

Why those? Well, he answered that the three of them had helped him since he came through the portal and that they kind of stuck as his help.

Pamela had been ecstatic! Her Sammy being the equivalent of a diplomat in another country? And having a good relationship with a king? There was some hope for the girl after all!

And well, maybe all it took for her daughter to step up to a more glorious purpose was to be associated with specters and dead people. But Pamela was not accepting her goth phase as anything else than that.

Whatever the reason, now she has to buy dresses and suits fit for a king for the whole family. Stat!

Damon

Damon Gray adjusted his tie, somehow feeling stuffy in the suit even if he had to wear suits to work anyway. No, that was a disservice. This suit had been something tailored, something he had decided to treat himself to now that things were starting to look up for him and his daughter.

One would say that the promotion he got was a miracle from God, but he preferred to think that his hard work and his history as a chief of security granted him a quicker trip up the ladder. Valerie had been happy about the changes, of course, but somehow she behaved muted, collected, and not that much surprised. That had been weird until an incident in Axion Labs forced her to explain that she wasn’t just the Red Huntress - she was friends with Phantom, who apparently was the superhero alter ego of one Daniel James Fenton. The son of the resident ghost hunters.

That had been a whole reality-breaking discovery, and for a moment he considered forbidding his daughter to keep being Red. But, uh… Well, at least things in the end turned out to be alright.

He looked at her as she frowned at the sheer amount of people that had decided to join the party, muttering under her breath. He thought he heard her say “tighter security” and “stupid Danny”.

The whole town was there. Except people physically unable to go and some emergency workers that had to keep an eye on everything, everyone had way too much curiosity to see the Ghost Zone, and most importantly, Phantom in his castle. A freaking castle!

He once asked Valerie how it was to be friends with a real king and she made a disgusted face, gagging. He never asked again.

Suddenly an enormous portal opened in the middle of the plain they were in, just when the clock in the Town Hall clicked eight o’clock. Ghosts were punctual, it seems. Huh.

“It’s fucking showtime,” Valerie murmured.

He elbowed her. “Language.”

His daughter rolled her eyes.

A gasp from up front, where it was closer to the portal, broke the tense silence. Damon stood on his toes, trying to look above the multitude of people, but he didn’t have to look hard to notice the bulking figure of one of the resident ghost hunters.

“Jack?” he said. He didn’t see him come with the rest of the town. In fact, he thought the elder Fentons would not come to the gathering at all, given their opinion on ghosts.

“Hello, everyone!” The cheery voice of Maddie was amplified by a megaphone. “Thanks for coming! If you please follow us through the portal we will take you all to the castle!”

“It is perfectly safe, as you may have noticed!” Jack’s booming laugh did the trick in calming some people down.

Ah yes. Neither of the humans present had ever been to the Ghost Zone. He looked at his daughter. Neither except one.

Wait. His mind registered the two Fenton’s words. Were they implying…? Did they come from the portal? How? And if they were here to fetch everyone from town, then Phantom must have sent them.

Did- did they know? Know, know? Since when did they know???

Well, apparently he still had some things to learn about the whole situation.

Dash

Crossing the portal was… an experience. At least that’s how Dash could manage to describe the feeling of getting his guts twisted inside his body, like a really extreme rollercoaster. It would have made him puke in his borrowed suit (the same baby blue suit he had used on senior prom); but the feeling lasted no more than a few seconds.

After that, he felt a light breeze on his face and exposed arms, which he purposely showed with the rolled up sleeves, as if it was a calm spring night. When he opened his eyes, they weren’t definitely in Amity anymore.

He remembered vaguely the Ghost Zone from when that crazy dude kidnapped the whole town, Prissy Dark or whatever, so the swirling green sky didn’t surprise him. What did was the absurdly enormous castle, or palace, or fortress, - whatever! It was super big - that received them on the other side.

“Welcome to Phantom’s Keep!”

He jumped at the sweet voice of the only Fenton that wasn’t a nutcase, and his highschool crush. Jasmine looked ravishing in her deep navy dress, a slit on one side letting her long legs showing to the world. The deep neckline almost showed her breasts, but she had on an intricate necklace that resembled a chainmail more than actual jewelry, green stones shining in contrast with the blue on the dress.

Oh yes. Coming here was starting to be worth it.

“Thank you everyone who chose to come here,” the young woman continued, looking at all the people gathered like idiots in front of two gigantic wooden doors. Everything in this place was absurdly big.

Huh. Compensating much?

“Before we continue, a few rules and tips you need to know,” Maddie called for attention as she stepped next to her daughter, her voice projecting in the Ghost Zone like it didn’t in the human world. “Don’t go outside the castle grounds, the air here is toxic for humans. We can breathe in here because of the barrier.” She pointed up and effectively, there was a green dome over the whole floating island they were in.

“Are we trapped in here?” someone asked. Dash thought that was Paulina’s dad, but he wasn’t sure.

“Not at all! At any moment you wish to leave, please find either of us and we’ll open the portal for you.” ‘Us’ being the Fentons.

Not all the Fentons. The wimp wasn’t with them. Weird.

“Next thing: never, and I mean never ask a ghost how they died. Is taboo around here,” Jazz moved on, frowning. “Some ghosts might tell you, but they have to be the ones telling the story.”

It seemed logical, so Dash nodded along with everyone else. He didn’t like to be asked how he got a scar on the upper lip because it was an embarrassing story with a stapler. It could be something like that.

“Lastly, unnecessary violence is not allowed inside the castle. Any person, human or ghost, that breaks the cease fire will be asked to leave.” That it was Jack Fenton who said this made the statement heavier than it should be. The man was known for shooting a bazooka first and asking questions later.

“Any questions?” Maddie said. There was silence. Duh, people wanted to get inside and see some ghosts! And Phantom! “Ok, perfect. Please follow us.”

Inside things were as big as outside, but at least the decoration was more palatable. Dash was vaguely reminded of this period drama Paulina forced him to watch with her when they were together, with marble halls and statues and shit. He hadn’t been that much interested in the backgrounds, preferring at first to gawk at the sexy protagonist and then getting hooked with the plot. Damn that thing was good. They watched the first two seasons together, but he finished the rest in private when Paulina dumped him for another guy.

Even if he didn’t know about architecture and interior design, he thought the whole thing was pretty, albeit confusing. The doors led to more corridors that had more doors. The thing went on forever! He was positive that if left alone he wouldn’t be able to find the exit.

Dash elbowed his buddy Kwan as they passed by some tapestries showing some kind of story in order. They identified their hero, of course, and some of the villains that attacked the city; but not all of them, like the Big Plant Guy and Buff Guy with Flaming Hair. The last tapestry showed Phantom taking the crown from the Prissy Dark dude and putting it on his head.

Hell yeah. Go Phantom! He would give everything to have seen that epic battle and maybe, just maybe, aid his hero in his victory.

Well, maybe not everything. He had worked hard and studied harder to get that sports scholarship. His pops wouldn’t be able to afford the University in Elmerton he wanted to go with that sick football league program and this was his only shot. Not that he let the effort show, of course, he still was Casper High Senior Prom King and he couldn’t show weakness. He hid all the stress and anxiety with football and bullying, letting his hands and his body work through the extra energy.

He still remembers the last time he stuffed that nerd, Mikey, into a locker. Fenturd was there, now that he thinks about it, and the look he gave him… his eyes were-

“And remember, have fun!” Jazz’s voice and the rumbling of another gigantic set of wooden doors opening brought him back from his thoughts. Oh, she had been talking about something. He missed it.

He stole one last look at her cleavage and looked up at a big, big room full of, well, ghosts.

And on the other end of the hall, there he was. His hero. Phantom.

Paulina

“I’m a princess,” Paulina was whispering to herself as the humans entered the ballroom where the party was being held. “I’m a motherfucking princess.”

She didn’t acknowledge Star glaring at her. They were fighting now because Paulina wanted to match dresses with her with the princess theme and the girl had the audacity to laugh at her idea and go with a more modern black sleek dress that showed off her boobs more than it should. Maybe if the blonde had listened to her, maybe if the stupid satellite had considered that they were going to be partying in an actual real castle, Star wouldn’t look so out of place now.

And she, Paulina, was looking like a real life princess.

Oh yeah, Phantom’s castle. What a dream! She looked around and tried to ignore the ghosts roaming around, imagining how this would look emptier and more somber, like the movies she loved watching.

And… woah! Right on a raised dais was the ghost boy she loved so much - well, not a boy anymore, she giggled. Since a while back people of Amity had noticed how the ghost seemed to grow; getting taller and building muscle, hair longer (tied into a half ponytail or a trendy man-bun), and losing the roundness of young age. Also he became more ghostly - even the strongest supporters, like her, couldn’t deny how Phantom had morphed into a creature bordering the stuff of nightmares. Fangs, pointed ears, claws, the whole package.

Weird enough, he did his best to hide it or minimize the impact. Paulina remembers with clarity one time a few months ago, where Phantom saved her from a really close call, not that she purposely stood back to get a glimpse of her future boyfriend, nah, not at all; and the ghost had told her “don’t be afraid, everything’s going to be okay” as if that was his first rodeo in the hero business.

But now he couldn’t look more princely. Or, well, kingly, which was much better, in her honest opinion.

She had seen enough movies about King Arthur to not feel put out by the full set of armor he was wearing. Armored boots, knee guards, hip guards, chest piece, shoulder guards, gauntlets… you name it. He had a theme, which she could appreciate, because why would you dress extra if not to be a piece of moving art? Everything about him was shiny and sparkly, the dark metal full of tiny inlaid diamonds (were those diamonds?) reflecting the light and making constellations. His cape (oh my God!!! A real cape!) was like a dark moonless night, making a nice backdrop to the shiny stars all over his body and helping in sombering the overall look.

From this far she couldn’t appreciate it well, but it seemed like he was wearing mascara and eyeliner, which was a look he totally rocked, by the way.

“I have to get a closer look,” she grabbed Star by the hand and started pushing her way to the other side of the room, not paying attention if the body she moved out of her path was warm, cold, ghostly, or human. She was on a mission.

“Hey!” her former (was it ‘former’ when both were going to go to the same college?) satellite complained.

She shushed the other girl, pushing the last person, ghost?, that was on her way, some blond dude in a black trenchcoat that was sooo last century.

“Ghost boy!”

Phantom flinched at the name, but looked at her. Oh, those beautiful green eyes!

“Paulina.” He sighed from his place on the very tall throne. Oh, this must be his throne room! “How are you doing?”

She smiled brighter, taking a step up the raised dais (did he see how high her heels were? Did he see the glitter body cream she put on her legs to sparkle like his stars?), but a hand stopped her in her tracks.

She followed the gloved hand up a muscled arm and right into-

“Please, step back down the dais.” Samantha Manson was looking at her with a shit eating grin.

“Goth bitch,” she saluted her. If Paulina was paying attention, she would have seen the smile melt from her dear Phantom’s face. But she was only glaring daggers at the bitch that Phantom had apparently chosen, instead of her!, to be his contact with the living.

“Plastic Barbie.”

“Thanks!”

Sam smirked with full purple lips. “It wasn’t a compliment.”

“Sam,” Phantom broke the stand off, gesturing with his chin at everyone staring at them.

Paulina turned back to see some angry faces, probably the losers she had removed from her path to get here, glaring at her and shaking their heads. All of them were ghosts, since the humans were still huddled together near the doors, watching her with big eyes like saucers.

“Paulina, please, step down from the platform. His Majesty will not be disturbed.” Sam said with a detached tone, but the slut was curving her lips a little.

Since she wasn’t stupid and didn’t want to be kicked from the party and make a fool of herself, Paulina chose her battles and stepped back down with a loud click of her heels. She glared at the other as she resumed her position at the right armrest of the throne, legs slightly apart and both hands resting over a big mace with pointy spikes all over it.

Of course, because the goth bitch wouldn’t do it another way, she was wearing another armor, but one simpler than Phantom’s. The knee guards she wore looked used and scratched, her fingerless gloves creased as she gripped the handle of her weapon, her chest plate dented in some places.

This armor wasn’t flashy or ceremonial, like the King’s. Samantha Manson was a trained warrior.

It didn’t matter that she wore more make-up than usual, or that her hair was made up (her usual little ponytail gone and the longer locks of hair at the front had been braided back and bundled into a half up-do); it didn’t matter that the pants she wore under the armor pieces had a few artistic rips on them, or that her fucking nails were painted.

She wasn’t here to party. She wasn’t Phantom’s human liaison or whatever bullshit they had told the town. She was his motherfucker bodyguard, even if the thought that a ghost needed a (human) bodyguard was absurd to her.

Somehow that made Paulina angrier, because that was something she could never be. She would never be that close to Phantom like Sam seemed to be, he wouldn’t look at her like he looked at the other woman, he wouldn’t suddenly break into giggles and relax on the throne, he wouldn’t smile showing fangs like he wasn’t even aware he was moving his lips.

Sam said something Paulina couldn’t hear with the chatter and the noise in the hall, and Phantom leaned in, one arm on the armrest and the other over it, with the hand tucked under his chin. His smile turned cheeky.

Were they… No. No, it can’t be. The mere thought that she and her Phantom were sleeping together... Paulina started to feel nauseous.

That homewrecker had wormed her way into Phantom’s castle and was trying to steal his heart! Or whatever counted as a heart for ghosts.

Fury flowed in her veins. Whatever. Whatever! It didn’t matter that Phantom was into butch women. It didn’t matter that her hero, her crush, her Phantom preferred a fucking loser before the Queen of Senior Prom! Ugh! She was already a Queen! And he was missing it!

Paulina looked around and took a sharp turn, making a beeline towards the “refreshments” table. Now, let’s see if there was any alcohol she could steal...

And then. And then she would expose that bitch. That two timing whore.

Because Samantha Manson was known around school for going out with that other loser Fenton, and she will show everyone. She will show them. Nobody liked cheaters.

Wes

The younger Weston sibling scoffed as he watched the ridiculousness that was going on. Paulina was surprisingly as obsessed as he was with Phantom, for completely different reasons, but he had to commend her passion at still believing she was ever going to date her hero.

So silly.

Early in Junior year Manson and Fenton started going out, no surprises there, and while they were the talk of the school for a few weeks, and the butt of the jokes of the A-listers, they fell into oblivion soon enough.

Wes had to admit, it was super funny watching the two make faces every time Paulina or anyone else began thirsting for Phantom or talking about going out with the hero, among other… less noble things. Samantha looked like she wanted to punch the Queen Bee of the school more than once, and he could see how this situation could be payback for her.

His eyes went immediately to Daniel Fenton, or also known now as the Ghost King. That fucker had everyone fooled under the usual "hero" spell, the awe, the flashy armor and the grandiose castle. There was no way this King was a regular normal human man. It was impossible!

Fools. If they had listened to him, if they had respected him, they would have followed how Fenton and Phantom had grown in similar fashion, at the same time. Fenton thought he could fool everyone with baggy clothes and bullshit excuses, but oh boy, Wes had noticed the changes. And not just those coming from regular puberty, he was not that kind of stalker - arguably, he was not a stalker, just a pursuer of truth, thank you very much -; and he had noticed the same sudden growth spurt, the same hairstyle, the same shadows in his eyes, as if he would get lost in some kind of heavy thought.

Suddenly those same eyes locked on his from across the room, flashing for a moment as Danny smiled at him. It wasn’t a kind smile, but it wasn’t a threatening smile either. Wes glared at the ghost, arching an eyebrow. You fucking did it, stupid. He tried to say with his eyes, projecting his thoughts just as hard. Now that he was an overpowered sonofabitch could he read thoughts? He didn’t know! He didn't know anymore about anything!

Stupid graduation. Now he couldn’t stalk follow and investigate the other without raising suspicion.

Danny stood from the seat and the room fell to a hushed silence. Ghosts that were conversing with others turned to look at him, like they were somehow compelled to look (could he do that, too???). He took Sam’s hand as support while he descended the stairs of the dais, his clinking armor echoing on the silent walls with each movement; his steps, while careful, were amplified by the heavy looking boots he wore. Wes had to admit he looked every ounce of the King he was supposed to be, at least in that moment. In his mind, he had to actually remind himself of the clumsy idiot who couldn’t lie to save his life, who for some magical reason hadn’t been discovered in four years, who Wes had seen trip with his own feet when running to hide and transform into his superhero alter ego.

Maybe holding Sam’s hand had more to do with that and less about being majestic.

The masses parted when he started walking through them, Sam and another ghost Wes identified as the Fright Knight one step behind him, his cape waving like there was an invisible breeze trying to make him stand out more, as if it was even possible. Danny greeted and made small comments to the ghosts he passed by, sometimes just a nod in acknowledgement, sometimes a full on smile and pat on the shoulder.

And he was coming towards the humans. Towards him.

“Wes Weston,” he said in his inhuman echo-y voice.

“Danny,” he glared up, because of fucking course the bastard was now a head taller than him. The stupid boots added more height, not like he needed it. “Nice outfit.”

“Right back at you,” he smiled at the animosity. “How do you like the party? Better than prom?”

“Goddammit, Danny. What are you trying to do?” he growled, fisting his hands. Was he mocking him? Was he blatantly saying things that would make the connection between this ghost and the human Danny? Just to watch him squirm in front of everyone!?

Some people in the crowd gasped.

“Watch your language, human!” The Knight took a step and made a move to unsheathe his sword, but the King stopped him.

“Is okay, Fright. We’re cool.”

The knight didn’t seem convinced, but Sam was doing her best to hide her chuckles with a cough.

“I just wanted to tell you, all of you,” he looked up to the rest of the humans. Wes didn’t quit his glare. “This party is to celebrate. To celebrate the end of an era and the beginning of another. Nothing will ever be the same. I won’t ever be the same,” the last part was less confident, but sounded honest. “Wes, you were right. All along. And I’m sorry for messing with you. Especially this last year.”

“Why tell me this now? Here?” In front of everybody? Went unsaid.

“Take this as the sweet sweet validation you craved all these years. And maybe just find another conspiracy theory to be obsessed with. Please?”

“And stop following you around.”

“And stop following me, yes. It’s kind of annoying.”

“Danny? Honey, what are you talking about?” Maddie appeared right next to Wes, one of her hands making a move like she wanted to reach for the King’s arm, but she seemed to think better of it as she let it fall back down.

The Ghost King shook his head. “Nothing. It’s just a game we were playing,” his smile showed plenty of unnerving white teeth and sharp fangs.

“Games! Maybe that’s what we need here! It’s like somebody died or somethin’!” Jack slapped Danny’s back in front of an audience of ghosts and humans that were honestly looking at the verge of a stroke. “Ow!” the elder Fenton withdrew the hand, suddenly realizing that slapping heavy armor like that was not advisable with your bare hands.

Danny blinked a few times. Then, he broke into a booming laughter, the type of laugh that came from deep in the belly, a sound that the ex-students of Casper High were once upon a time used to. Wes caught a few eyes sparkling with recognition.

Finally!

“You are right, Dad.” He said once he recovered. He turned, opening his arms, snickering a little bit under his breath. “C’mon guys, let’s party like there’s no tomorrow!”

As if on cue, an EDM rendition of “Heads Will Roll” started blasting from hidden speakers around the hall. The ghost crowd went wild, some throwing their hats to the air, and a space was being cleared to dance in the middle of the place. Fright and Sam gave the stinky eye to anyone that tried to approach the entourage, but in general the ghosts gave a wide berth to the monarch, making a bubble of space centered on where he stood in front of the humans.

“What’s the matter, guys? Dance till you’re dead!” He made a move to grab Wes by the arm, probably to pull him into the dance floor.

“I will fucking kill you.” He withdrew his hand like it was on fire.

“Too late for that!” Danny crackled like a madman.

“Danny?”

Both turned at the unusual soft voice coming from the alive-crowd. Kwan, in a blue suit matching the one that Dash wore right beside him, said as he looked at them like… well, like he had seen a ghost.

“Yeah?”

Dash took a step towards the monarch. Samantha and Fright Knight tensed.

“Fenton?” he said, like it was a curse, frowning.

“Ah, yeah, finally.” He made a vague gesture with his hand. “Your brain managed to make the connection, Dash. Congrats.”

He smiled, and the music transitioned to “Another one bites the dust”. The fucker had to be doing this on purpose, he was sure. Everything was on purpose.

Wes looked at Jasmine, the older sister, and when she facepalmed at the confrontation, he knew. This was a coming out party, not a celebration of an era or some other bullshit. Danny organized this to tell the whole fucking town what they apparently weren’t able to figure out on their own.

The younger Weston chuckled, feeling calm for the first time since the TV hijacking. At least Danny wasn’t trying to mess with him on purpose anymore. He was right, he had to find another conspiracy theory.

Just when the thought crossed his mind, he noticed something out of place. Literally out of place. Where the hell was Foley? The three were inseparable and if Manson was here then the geek couldn’t be too far-

His eyes widened when he found the missing piece of the trio, babbling away with some ghosts back at the refreshments table. The ghosts weren't that remarkable - yeah, they were looking like some kind of Anubis cosplayers, with white shendyt, the skirt thingies, and bare chests. That wacky look wasn’t weird for ghosts -; no, the weird thing was that the techno-geek was wearing something similar, but more intricate. Kohl make-up, a scepter with a blue beetle on the top, a freaking chest piece, golden of course, with more gems and precious stones than what Wes had ever seen in his life...

Was that a headpiece!? With the whole red and white parts, the asp on the front… Why? Why in the nine circles of Hell would he wear the crown of the pharaohs¿?

This required further investigation.

Mr. Lancer

William Lancer had his suspicions, especially at the end of last school year, when Danny was so distracted and so out of everything that he stopped caring about the boy and left him alone. If he couldn't fix him and re conduct him towards the better path in four years, he wasn’t going to do it in the few months that were left. Now that he thinks about it, both Manson and Fenton had looked grateful when Lancer didn’t ask for Danny’s homework anymore, or didn’t question his absences.

It made sense now. When did Daniel find time to do, well, everything? Since when was he King? Since when was he Phantom? The first sighting of the ghost had been early in freshman year, but it didn’t mean…

Daniel was a ghost. The more he looked at him now, the less human he realized Phantom was. Gone was the tan skin and the boyish face, features that honestly linked him more to his human self than what he looked like now; and now he showed the more otherworldly ones, his blue-ish skin that glowed with a softly white aura, his fangs and pointed ears, hair that flowed like under an invisible breeze.

Daniel was a ghost. Daniel had died, and no one had noticed.

The realization hit him like a stab in the chest.

While he thought the boy was maybe doing drugs, or maybe addicted to videogames, or maybe hanging out with his friends all day, or maybe, when he and the Manson girl started being an item, fooling around with her… His student had died, and he hadn’t noticed. He punished him, lectured him, told him how disappointed he was in his behaviour.

How could this happen? How could he not see a child that needed help? How could he not notice how the wonder and child-like dreams were gone from his eyes so fast?

He must have been fourteen when he died. Maybe even less.

The man he looked at now may look around seventeen, but his eyes had seen too much. His body had seen too much, too, going by the Phantom fights he had seen in person or in the news. That’s not something a kid should have endured.

He may look like a kid, but he had the responsibility of a whole species on his shoulders. A whole dimension.

Daniel Fenton had been forced to mature beyond what should be asked of a child, of anyone, and no one noticed.

“Fenton?” Baxter’s voice broke him from his maddening thoughts, finding himself watching at a not that unusual stand off between Dash and Daniel. He took a step, ready to intercede, but was too slow, since his guards jumped in between their king and the human.

“I would not recommend going further down that road, human boy.” The Knight in a black armor said.

“Calm down,” Samantha put a hand on Baxter’s shoulder. The boy shrugged it away.

“How?” He narrowed his eyes at Fenton. Phantom? He was presenting as Phantom now.

“How what?”

“How are you… Phantom? How could a wimp like you…?” his question went unfinished, like he didn’t know how to end it. What to really say.

“I died, Dash. I died almost four years ago,” Lancer noticed the elder Fentons flinch and Jasmine looked down in shame. So they really knew the truth, huh.

Baxter opened his mouth to ask the next question, but a gloved hand was slapped over his mouth. “Think carefully before you say your next words, Baxter.” Samantha’s voice was unrecognizable at how low she growled the name. She wasn’t that much shorter than the boy and she took advantage of it to glare at him directly in the eyes. They flashed with something dangerous, looking so out of place in the raging party outside their little bubble full of tension. “While it would be my pleasure to kill you, I don’t think Danny would be happy about it.”

William blinked at the realization. Baxter was going to ask how he died. “Never ask a ghost how they died. Is taboo around here,” were Jasmine’s exact words. And Dash was going to ask that to their King.

Danny didn’t seem that bothered about this. He took a step closer to the boy, their chests almost touching. His smile was a threat without words, his eyes two cold green stones.

“I touched something I shouldn’t have, and I was killed by a gazillion bolts of electricity. Then, the whole Ghost Zone opened through my body. I was remade from the inside out.” William flinched, and he saw he wasn’t the only one. “Does that answer your question?” Phantom tilted his head, the movement breaking some kind of spell everyone was under, letting them breathe at last.

In the background, “Die Young” (William knew this song like the back of his hand) bled into the room. The ghost crowd cheered, some laughing at their king’s dark sense of humor; but none of the humans shared the sentiment, too trapped inside their tense bubble.

The Fentons surrounded the young man touching him where they could reach, trying to give support. “I’m okay guys, I got better,” Daniel threw a smile at his parents, grabbing his sister’s hand to give it a little squeeze. “Okay… So! Leave the questions to my PR team and let’s just party!”

He made a move to go back to the thick of the rest of the crowd, obviously done with the conversation, when a voice stopped him.

“Ghost Boy!”

Oh, Miss Sanchez. She hadn’t been here for the revelation and the girl was head over heels for Phantom. William glanced at his former students now part of ghost society, tensing with them at the approaching steps of the girl.

Oh no.

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dolphindiluna · 3 years

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𝗜 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗕𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗲 The cell continued to ring. He should talk to Sam, let him know that he was alive. He laughed bitterly at the thought, was he really alive? He didn't feel that way. He was flesh, bones, tears and blood. But alive? No. Living had just taken on another dimension. The point is that he died so many times that he lost count, but for the first time he knew what it was to really die, this death that people talk about, death in life.

How many important people fell on the way?

His mind returned to the day of his mother's death. Even though he was not in his room that day, his father had counted on so many details, on a night of drunkenness, that he didn't even need to see with his eyes, his mind "saw" much more than he wanted.

Then the father. That father obsessed with killing the damn demon who took the life of his beloved wife. The father who raised his children to save people, hunting things, the family business. The father absent for loving too much.

And Ellen and Jo. Pamela, Bob, Kevin, Charlie. And so many others. Many…

And again the father and mother.

And Sam. Each time he lost his brother, a piece of him died together. Sam, who kept calling over and over.

- Sam, I'm fine.

- Dean! What happened? Why did it take so long to answer the phone?

- Sorry, Sammy. Are you ok?

He heard the sound of his brother swallowing the words, those few seconds hanging over them like a sharp sword. Dean knew, he always knew.

- Sammy?

- Dean, everybody's gone, everybody. Charlie, Bob and even Donna. It's just me and Jack.

The brother's voice was weak. Sam who was so dedicated to protecting everyone, even with the weight of Eileen's loss on his shoulders. He wanted to hug him. He wished he could go back in time when he carried Sam in his boyish arms and rocked him, promising to protect him from danger. "Take care of your brother, Dean" had been the main task his father had given him, and he, as a good soldier, never deviated from his mission. Taking care of Sam, protecting him, was what gave him the strength to get up every morning.

- Sammy, come home.

- Dean, is everything okay? What happened to Billie?

- Billie is dead. You and Jack, come home soon.

- Okay, Dean.

He hung up the phone and put his hands on his face again. He was not able to tell Sam the whole truth, because telling what happened was having to face reality, and he was not yet ready to say goodbye.

The silence in the dungeon choked him, but he didn't have the strength to leave. Maybe he didn't want to leave. Somewhere in his heart, a fragile flame continued to resist. He looked at the wall, hoping the black hole would regurgitate what The Empty had stolen from him.

"I annoyed an ancient cosmic being so much that he sent me back."

Dean remembered those words as if they were said yesterday. He clung to them in despair. But deep down, he knew, he knew that The Empty would not give up again.

Why didn't he tell the truth? Why?

Why did he push his feelings into some dark corner of himself, not even allowing himself to think?

Why didn't he give himself the right to believe that he could be loved, be happy?

All that fury that has weighed on his chest since childhood, that anger that he thought defined him.

"Everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love."

Even now he couldn't see himself that way, because that meant he was always a coward for not having struggled to take on what he felt.

Coward. He had been a coward until the end. And now he paid the price for being afraid to say the same words he had received.

The chest pain increased. He needed to get out of there, he needed to breathe. Shivering, using the wall as a support, he stood up slowly. The first steps were unstable. He managed to reach the chair in the middle of the room, held it in search of something solid to keep him on his feet until he felt he could walk without fear of falling.

When he finally reached the door, he couldn't resist and looked back again. That flame in his chest had just gone out. The pain increased, crushing his heart.

"You changed me, Dean ... I love you."

He ran out of the room, his hand over his mouth to stifle his sob.

He didn't want to be that anymore. He no longer wanted to be the Dean who assumed all the responsibilities and suppressed any feeling that his enemies could use against him. He was tired of being strong, of trying to be invincible.

He heard Sam calling for him. He needed his brother, needed this time to reverse logic, needed Sam to take care of him, to protect him from pain.

- Sammy.

Your voice so weak, so different from your voice of thunder.

- Sammy, Sammy!

He arrived at the library without strength. His brother was near the big table in the lobby.

- Sammy, please.

Sam ran towards him, followed closely by Jack. His frightened eyes were filled with concern. There, in the center of the library, the two came face to face.

He couldn't take it anymore, everything around him spun. He saw Cass in every corner of that place. Cass hugging him when they met after Chuck and Amara left. Cass sitting next to him in one of the few moments of peace, celebrating Jack's life.

Cass, smiling through her tears, saying goodbye to never come back.

- He's gone, Sammy.

Finally, the heavy tears broke through the barrier and he fell to the floor. The weight of defeat weighed on his body. He punched his chest several times in penance.

Sam didn't know what had happened, but he suspected it had to do with Castiel's absence. He knelt in front of his brother, pulling him into his arms. He always feared that this day would come, the day when Dean would accept his own feelings, but that Cass would not be there to receive them.

- He's gone, Sammy, gone. And I didn't say. I didn't say, Sammy.

- Put it all out, Dean, don't keep it anymore.

The brother's words allowed him to be the Dean that Castiel once loved.

- CASS!

The aching cry tore at his chest.

Jack watched his parents' pain and felt powerless because there was nothing he could do. All he wanted to do was bring Cass back, but he had no more powers. He no longer had Castiel. His father had died.

The strength with which the angel's name was said in that place full of magic, had the power to transcend the walls and resonate beyond that plane. In heaven, the angels wept for the loss of yet another of them. Castiel had been a friend and also an enemy, in the end being just another puppet in the hands of God.

In hell, Rowena stopped in the middle of a lustful laugh. His eyes watered. After all, the angel also became his boy.

But it was Chuck who was pierced by that spear of pain. He, who in his arrogance despised his own creations, who played with their lives, now felt the agony with such violence that it surprised him. In her mind, Amara's voice, full of bitterness, prophesied:

- Brother, you can lie to yourself as much as you want. But the truth is that you lost your most loyal son, the one who loved you so much, the one you wickedly despised. And I know it hurts you. We feel Dean's pain. And as long as we exist, we will carry that pain as a reminder of how bad we can be.

Chuck turned his eyes to Dean and for a moment hesitated in his firm intention to destroy everything. The weight of loneliness as a reminder of your choices. Sitting on his mythical throne, he was the image of a defeated god.

In the library, Dean continues to cry hugging his brother, his face buried in Sam's chest. It was sad to see that they had switched places, Sammy was taking care of Dean as Dean had always done for him.

- Dean, you need to vent, you can't have all that feeling with you anymore.

The pain, like fire, rose in his throat and was finally released.

- Cass, you are the only one I want to have, my true happiness. Cass, I love you ...

Words can transform. Words heal.

In The Empty, where angels and demons rest, dreaming eternally of their past, Castiel, in his serene sleep, dreams of the words he wanted to hear so much. His lips curl in an affable smile, while a tear escapes his sleeping eyes.

- I always knew, Dean … ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wrote this story a few days after the episode aired, listening to "I Will Never Be The Same" (which became the title of this story) by Melissa Etheridge, because this song, for me, is the synthesis of what happened to these two characters. These were, as they have been ever since, days of sadness and anxiety. The question the fandom keeps asking itself: is it really the end? Did the series make Destiel canon to kill Castiel soon after? As a fan, especially as a fan of Destiel, I am still waiting for the return of our beloved angel in the last episode, to finally find happiness with the man she loves. Because these two definitely deserve to be happy after everything they've been through. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- English is not my first language. Please forgive any mistakes I may have made. And I don't know whose illustration it is. If anyone knows, please let me know so I can give the artist proper credit.

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goliath-de-senfina-sango · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton & Tucker Foley & Sam Manson, Danny Fenton & Jack Fenton & Jazz Fenton & Maddie Fenton, Danny Fenton & Sidney Poindexter, Danny Fenton & Lunch Lady, Penelope Spectra & Bertrand, Jack Fenton/Maddie Fenton Characters: Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, Jazz Fenton, Valerie Gray, Jack Fenton, Maddie Fenton, Angela Foley, Maurice Foley, Ida Manson, Jeremy Manson, Pamela Manson, Skulker (Danny Phantom), Desiree (Danny Phantom), Paulina Sanchez, Bertrand (Danny Phantom), Penelope Spectra, Wesley Weston, Walter Weston, Spike (Danny Phantom), Edward Lancer Additional Tags: I'm back baby, The Fentons are a family of Geniuses, Mulltilingual Danny Fenton, Multilingual Tucker Foley, Multilingual Sam Manson, The Ghosts have backstories, Bisexual Male Character, Transgender Danny Fenton, Space Core! Danny, round 2 friends, reseting the world to fix your mistakes Series: Part 2 of Monstrous Mundane Magick Summary:

Ghosts are a part of life that none of them can get rid of, apparently, so now they just have to figure out how to manage them. Join the ghostly Trio as they deal with bad wishes, fight a demon (because of course ghosts aren't all there is) and even deal with a dragon or two! Will they catch any semblance of a break, or will the horrors of the supernatural break them?

Green mist, the crackle of the Specter Deflector mk1 resisting the energy in that mist, and then darkness. That was about what Tucker could remember of the fight if you could even call it that. After what felt like forever, he opened his eyes to find he was in his room. Sitting up with a groan, Tucker rubbed his head and took stock of the situation, just like a badass in a movie. “Still in all my clothes from the fight, Sydney isn’t here, Danny and Sam also aren’t here, room’s a mess as usual…” Grabbing his phone, Tucker checked for any panicked texts and saw none. It was just Friday again, Friday morning even. “Alright, so maybe cotton candy wasn’t her power. Ugh, whatever she did it clearly had no effect on me, so that means the Fentons at least know how to make a good protective belt.” Swinging his feet over the edge of the bed Tucker tapped the Specter Deflectorand paused. “Oh, wait, will whatever she did affect me if I take off the belt?”

Deciding he didn’t want to find out, Tucker climbed out of bed, brushed his teeth, changed most of his clothes, and checked more of his room. To his dismay, he found that Hunter’s mech was not, in fact, here in his room anymore. “Where the heck could that’ve gone? Mom and Dad didn’t move it last time it was this morning.” He paused, scratching his head. “Did they? Ugh, ok, that’s something to worry about later. If I ask they’ll just get upset that I lost track of it ‘because it’s dangerous’ or whatever.”

Heading downstairs to find his parents in the living room, Dad watching football and Mom knitting something, Tucker called out his usual good mornings and headed into the kitchen for some much-needed bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns. Headphones in, the latest Dumpty Humpty songs on, and the smell of food filling the kitchen, Tucker almost didn’t notice the oddness of getting practically no messages from Danny or Sam the whole morning. By now Sam should’ve been complaining about being sick, at the very least.

When he finished up his food, Tucker headed out the door, calling out to his parents, “Gonna go visit Danny, see ya later!” And before they could respond, he was out the door and putting on his helmet. The AI he’d rigged together pointed him toward his board, which he was more than grateful to still have even if Hunter’s suit would be useful, and soon he was in the air. Still, even with no air traffic since the boards weren’t exactly for sale - yet, he needed to talk with Danny about that - he stopped before texting Danny. He couldn’t just phase through a building instead of crashing because he wasn’t looking where he was going after all.

Hey Danny, where should we meet up? I’m omw to tell you something wild.

He guessed, of course, that Danny was at home, so he took off for FentonWorks. Music blaring in his ears, the wind tugging at his body as he did a loop, Tucker considered whether or not he should see if a random girl at the park would find his board cooler than the girls at school. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he blinked a few times, lifting up his helmet to make sure he was reading this right.

Astroboy: I’m at my uncle’s place, u know that.

“Alright, the ghost did more than just chuck me back to this morning, apparently. Why would she put Danny at Wes’ place?” Tucker readjusted his helmet and sped off, going a bit faster than before. He took a moment to take in everything below him, seeing no signs of the fight with Hunter that took place outside the library as he passed it. “There should be something there though… the plasma and the lasers melted holes into the walls and street.”

When Tucker reached the Weston home, he was almost certain of what had happened. The ghost had been some sort of wish granter, like a genie, and she’d heard him wish that Danny hadn’t gone into the portal. That explained the lack of Hunter’s marks on the town, without Danny being half-ghost the poacher had no reason to go after him. Maybe Danny just grew closer to Wes without the ghost stuff in the way? Regardless, Tucker went through the awkwardness of greeting Mr. Weston when he answered the door, “Hi there, I’m Tucker Foley. I’m not sure if you remember me but I’m Danny’s friend and he said he was here.”

“Ah yes, Tucker,” the ginger said, taking him in and clearly searching for a memory. “The one he made the hoverboards and the rockets with, right?”

“Yup! That’s me. May I come in?”

“Of course, sure. Shoes at the door and all that.” Tucker kicked off his shoes and Mr. Weston pointed him upstairs.

When Tucker finally found Danny, his good mood at the fact that his best friend didn’t have to worry about fighting ghosts or questioning who and what he was anymore dropped like a lead ball. It looked like a half-assed recreation of Danny’s actual room, desk and posters, and even his Horrorstation all together in one room. It didn’t have the murals of the stars on the ceiling or the walls like in Danny’s real room, but it looked too personalized to be a guest room. Danny looked up from his handheld and waved at him, looking for all the world like something was crushing him. “Hey, Tuck. What’s up?”

“More than I wanted to be, it looks like,” he muttered. Taking a seat on the bed next to Danny - and it was his bed, the exact same mattress - Tucker took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “How do I ask this?” His eyes swept over the room, marking where things should be but weren’t, until he landed on Danny again, looking concerned and tense and just as thin as he was before. He wasn’t as pale as he’d been growing but he was still paler than Tucker thought was healthy. “Right, ok. Rip off the bandaid I guess. Say a ghost has, for whatever reason, messed with my memories so that I remember things a whole lot different than they are now.” Danny scowled at the mention of ghosts, the same way Dr. Fenton did. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that. “What’s happened since August?”

Danny sighed, leaning back on his hands and glaring at the ceiling. “Ghosts. Ghosts have fucking happened since August. Of course, they had to mess with you too, they already messed up everything else.” Danny looked at him again, trying to judge how much of Tucker was the Tucker he knew probably, and Tuck was doing the same. He’d never heard Danny refer to ghosts as a whole with such venom and ice in his voice. It wasn’t right. “After you convinced me how stupid it would be to actually go inside the Ghost Portal, Mom and Dad figured out what was wrong with it - an extra switch inside that would’ve had to be pressed to activate it - and after they fixed it, it worked. Jazz had a fucking fit when she realized she was wrong about Mom and Dad being delusional for believing in ghosts.” Danny looked down, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “I wish she was right.

“At first it seemed like the portal was working the same way all the other portals worked: a window into another world for Mom and Dad to look through and examine what was happening on the other side. But then something actually came out of the thing.” Danny shuddered and Tucker threw an arm around him. “I remember seeing the ectopus thing for the first time. It was so... wrong. Like a messed up hologram that made my eyes hurt to look at it. We all had weapons, thank the stars, but it took a while to get that thing back into the portal.”

“Ok, so it was a door and they didn’t want one of those yet, so they tried unplugging it,” Tucker said when Danny went quiet. He remembered this conversation when Hunter came up. “But it didn’t work that way. Self-sustaining or something, right?”

“A self-sustaining interdimensional intersection that was apparently powered on the other side as much as it was on ours. Stars, Tuck, the freakin Lunch Lady from the 50s came through - or rose up in the cafeteria kitchen, I guess. Either way, when Sam had her menu change thing done and we started a food fight with Dash over it, the ghost lady set the kitchen and cafeteria on fire because we were making a mess of her cafeteria.” Danny scoffed and Tucker winced. “Mom and Dad to the rescue with the Fenton Foamers, since regular extinguishers and stuff wasn’t working. That one got them attention,” he muttered. “The whole town suddenly had their eyes on us, so Mom and Dad did a press conference and then the whole world was paying attention. And then things went wrong.”

“Went wrong, how?” He almost didn’t want to know the answer but at the same time, he knew that he should know what happened because of his wish. This was his fault, and he needed to know what.

Danny curled up in a ball under his arm, and his breaths grew a bit shallower. Tucker was certain he wasn’t going to say anything but a moment later, Danny opened his mouth and forced out the words like they stung his mouth to say. “This giant fucking ghost hornet killed Jazz while I was in the counselor’s office and talking with Ms. Spectra about how the media circus was affecting my home life.” He leaned against Tucker, face streaked with tears and chest heaving. “Jazz fucking died of a giant hornet sting and I was talking to a counselor. One who fucking ratted my parents out called them neglectful and said they were endangering us at home and CPS shoved me into uncle Walter’s house.”

Tucker knew what being punched in the face felt like, Dash had made sure of it. Now, however, it felt a thousand times worse. Like someone had taken a hot poker right out of a fireplace and shoved it into his chest. “Oh my god.”

Tucker stayed with Danny as long as Mr. Weston would tolerate, getting the fact that the Mansons were moving out because of the danger in Amity out of him before they played some videogames to get all of this off of their minds. It didn’t, of course, because nothing could get this off of Tucker’s mind, but he had to at least try to get some normalcy out of this for Danny. He got curb stomped by a HellKnight and Danny took on being the Doom Slayer while Tuck stewed.

How the hell am I gonna fix this? That one thought bounced around in his head, the only thing besides static, and for what felt like forever, it didn’t go anywhere. Then he checked the news app on his phone for once in his life and saw that cotton candy had flooded the swap meet. I’ll fix it how I messed it up. I just need to find that ghost.

When Wes knocked on the door and told Danny it was time for dinner and heavily implied that Tucker should probably leave, he got up and squeezed Danny in a hug. He got squeezed right back, and it was weird how quickly he’d gotten used to the hum of energy under Danny’s skin that he couldn’t feel anymore. How odd it was to think this should hurt a bit more just because your friend was hugging you as hard as he could, but without superstrength.

On the flyby heading home, Tucker made a detour to the swap meet and started looking, though he wasn’t entirely certain what he was looking for. “Something Alladin-esque, I guess,” he muttered under his breath. Reaching into his jacket pocket thankfully produced the ecto signature tracker he was hoping for, and he followed it to several shards in front of a stand near the center of the cotton candy flood. That was good, at least. The woman putting things away gave Tucker a swell of hope, even if he felt she was probably wearing too much pink. Hopping off the board and removing his helmet he cleared his throat.

“Are you Madam Babazita?”

She stood, turning around to raise a brow at him. Pointing above at the sign that said Madam Babazita's Mystical Oddities. “Who else would I be, kid. Are you here to help with the cotton candy clean up?”

“Actually, I was here to ask about the uh genie that got released around here.” The Babazita turned her full attention to him, and Tucker flinched. There was a sharpness in her eyes and something… off. He didn’t want to make her mad.

“Oh really? You’re here about the djinni?” She looked him up and down and spread her arms out. “I didn’t see you here when her lamp broke.”

“Well, not this version of this morning, no.” He chuckled and cleared his throat again. “I jumped the gun and made a wish without realizing that she could grant them. The only reason I remember all of this, apparently, is because of this.” He raised his shirt to show off the Specter Deflector™. “It blocks out ghostly energy. Is there anything you can tell me about this genie ghost thing that would help me to fix the mess I made?”

Madam Babazita stared at Tucker for several long moments, her beakish nose raised high and her eyes sharp as a hawk’s. After another beat of silence, he opened his mouth to plead a better case than ‘I made a mess and need your help to fix it’ when she held up a hand. “Alright, kid. You look like whatever you did, you regret enough to keep bothering me about it. I’ll tell you about that djinni, but if you get hurt fighting her that’s your fault, not mine.”

“Got it.” She frowned at him and Tucker winced. “I understand, madam.”

Learning of Desiree’s life was a sad story to hear, but finding out that she was compelled to grant any wish she heard was a lifesaver. Sure, it sounded rough having to fulfill everyone else’s desires and not your own, but Tucker needed that kind of guarantee that he could get what he needed so long as he asked for it correctly. Unfortunately, that would have to wait. The sun was going down, and his parents probably didn’t want him out late with ghosts on the loose.

There were things Tucker could get away with, such as staying out particularly later than he should, ignoring all the vegetables on his plate and generally being less engaged in dinner discussion because his parents weren’t the parents he knew. Not exactly, anyway. A few months could really change someone. One thing he could not get away with, however, was taking a shower in Angela Foley’s household. So, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and took off the Specter Deflector™. Nothing happened. Opening his eyes, Tucker found nothing had changed. He could remember everything from how it was supposed to be and he didn’t get any new memories aligning with what Danny had told him. “That’s one mystery solved,” he muttered. That done he got rid of the rest and cleaned, trying to devise a plan.

When he woke up the next morning he had a plan. It was a relatively simple one. “Find Desiree, unwish my wish, and the world is fixed.” He put the belt back on with his new outfit of leather pants, a green sweater and a leather jacket he’d found sitting in his closet. “If she can change reality this much then who knows what else she can do? She probably remembers me shooting at her.”

Even with the wildness of a ghost messing around with people’s desires and a huge, overly public case regarding the town crazies who discovered the afterlife - a thing that Tucker was going to file under ‘think about in more depth later’ - life still went on. There were movies to attend, and people still went to them. This was not the place where Tucker expected to be dealing with a ghost of any sort. And yet, here the tracker pointed him, leading to Paulina… chibified. “I know chibis are supposed to be cute, and on-screen they are, but this? This is horrifying, and I don’t like it. I dunno how anyone else thinks this is cute.” Everyone in the theater was going nuts over Paulina, who steadily grew into a seven-foot-tall chibi version of herself. “Oh wow, the weebs are feeding her power or whatever. That’s just great.”

Riffling through his jacket pocket, Tucker felt the handles for familiar weapons - an ecto-pistol, a tube of lipstick that also shot lasers, the wrist ray he should have on and was now putting on- but none of those guaranteed he’d be able to get the ghost energy out of Paulina. Was this a good idea to act on? “Only one way to find out…” Aim, charge, fire. A beam of green struck chibilina in the forehead, dead on, and her supernatural form rippled with a green light. Everyone turned to Tucker, who sucked in a sharp breath, ran for his board, and flew away.

“Ok, I don’t have a weapon on me that can push the ghostly energy out of someone,” he muttered, hoping and praying that Paulina couldn’t also fly. “Good to know. Ugh, where would I find a wish obsessed djinni?” He looked down below him, and up above him even, hoping he’d spot any kind of clue as toa car flew within an inch of Tucker’s face and it’s tailwind dragged him into a spin.

Once he corrected himself in the air and almost caught all of his breath back, Tucker focused on the car zooming around through the air with green energy pulsing through it. “I know we were talking about making flying cars happen, but not like this.” He flew off and after the car, having to push the engine of his board to keep up, and knocked on the driver’s side window. “Uh, hello, this is technically speeding, I do believe.”

“DUUUUDE WHAT THE HELL!?” The blond surfer stereotype screamed, bringing Tucker to question his style and location. There were no beaches in Minnesota.

“Roll down the window!” Tucker pointed at the button, which the guy thankfully hit, and Tucker reached in to grab the wheel and steer the man away from the city. “Alright, so I don’t know how to drive exactly but I’m pretty sure there should be some brakes down there.” No sooner did he say that than the car stopped. It stopped dead in the air, and gravity took hold - a thing it did at inconvenient times. Thankfully, Tuck didn’t have to scream for the man to hit the gas again since this sudden a drop kept him from being able to catch the air needed for screaming. When they started moving forward and up again, Tucker clung to the car door and wheezed in his helmet, shaking his head. “Find. Empty. Parking spot. Think about going down. Slowly.”

“Oh what, just fuckin think about it going down smoothly and it’ll go down?” Tucker, who was on his hoverboard of all things, was being glared at. By some surfing wanna be. He had no time for this kind of bullshit.

“DID YOU WISH FOR IT TO START FLYING AND IT FLEW?!” the guy flinched and nodded, face screwing up with concentration as he steered the car. Tucker felt free to let go as the vehicle descended toward an empty-ish parking lot and began to slow down. When the car landed and Tucker hovered only a foot off the ground, the man practically kicked his door open and wrapped Tucker in a hug. “Whoa! Ok, ok this is happening.”

“Thank you! Fuck, man, thank you so much! I almost died, flying around in a car!”

“Yeah, I’m looking to find the person who did this so I can stop her.” Tucker gently pushed the man away and started floating up higher, his visor flashing with a status update on his board. It might need maintenance after pulling speeds like that. “You just do your thing, probably avoid using this car for a while. Buh bye.” That said, he sped off into the sky.

“You’re serious?”

“Would I be telling you this if I wasn’t 100% serious, Sam?” Tucker groaned, sitting on his board on the roof of the school. It was the only place he could think of that’d be abandoned on a Saturday. “I know how to be serious, you know!”

“I dunno,” Sam drawled, “you can be pretty insensitive.”

“Enough to joke about messing up everyone’s lives with a wish?” Tucker glared at his phone. “Sam, Jazz is dead in this timeline! I wouldn’t joke about being the cause of that!”

The line was silent for a long moment, and he checked to make sure he hadn’t been hung up on. Finally, Sam sighed the crackle of it in the receiver matching the static in his head when he learned about that little tidbit. “Fine. Ok, let’s pretend I believe you. Why do you want my help instead of Danny’s?”

“Pardon?”

“Danny’s the one with access codes to all the weapons his folks have for fighting ghosts, not me. Why are you telling me this instead of Danny?”

“First of all, I have the weapons I need to fight her if it comes to that, which gods I hope it doesn’t.” With all the chaos she was causing, Tucker didn’t want to get into an actual fight with Desiree. He had a feeling Danny wouldn’t have won that fight with his powers either. “Second of all: gee Sam, I wonder why I didn’t tell Danny that I essentially got his sister killed with a hasty wish?” The line was silent, and Tucker took a few deep breaths. “I’m sorry, if I sound harsh or anything I just. You’re the one who comes up with most of our winning ideas, and I don’t wanna hurt Danny any more than I already have. All I need to do is find Desiree and make a wish. Any ideas on where she might be?”

“Well, she might be at a place where people typically go to make wishes. Everyone has a desire to ask for pretty much all day but a wishing well or fountain or something would probably do the trick.” There was a loud clacking of keys and Tucker winced.

“You need to ease up on that poor keyboard.”

“It’ll be fine. There’s a wishing fountain around the middle of Magnus park. Heck, toss a coin in and make a wish of your own, that might get her attention.”

Why hadn’t he thought of that? “Thanks, Sam, you’re the best.”

“You know I am. And Tucker? Be safe, or as safe as you can be.”

“Safe as anyone can be going after a djinni, yeah. I will be.” Tucker nodded and hung up, slipping on his helmet. Putting in the directions for the Magnus park fountain through his PDA, Tucker took off into the sky and hoped that things went even a bit ok.

Finding Walter Weston as he wished for a million bucks and peridot green mist swirled around him like a caress as a familiar voice spoke was not what Tucker would call ok. Still, he took the opportunity to stop another stupid wish from getting twisted - a million bucks could be quite a few deer or even just that much money crushing him under its weight. Slowing down enough to not break anything, Tucker swerved, yanking Mr. Weston up out of the smoke, and dropped him off a few meters away. Looking up, Tucker saw an infuriated Desiree glaring down at him and shouting in a language he didn’t understand.

That was fine though. He didn’t need to understand her just yet. She understood wishes in English just fine, clearly. “I wish that I hadn’t interrupted your conversation with Danny!” The djinni stared at him, eyes bright red with obvious fury, but her hands glimmer pink and green, and the mist wrapped around him again.

“So you have wished it, so shall it be!”

#Danny Phantom #Tucker Foley #Angel Foley #Maurice Foley #Danny Fenton #Wesly Weston #Walter Weston #Paulina Sanchez #Desiree #fanfiction #Phanfiction #fanphiction #fanfic #phanfic #fanphic #phanphiction #phanphic #Rexy Writes #Monstrous to Supernatural

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WHOA SPN THAT WAS SO MUCH so this got a little along.

Oh the callbacks in the episode. So many. Starting with Pamela freakin’ Barnes to put is in a S4 mindset. She was delightful as always, I’m sorry this is a one-off and only in Dean’s mind but she’s still a wonderful character.

So...the place Michael tucks Dean away in to keep him calm, living the dream, is a bar, like Harvelles, and they still hunt, but Dean mostly runs the bar, Sam and Cas are on a hunt, and Dean seems into running this place of solace for people with a jukebox and pool table and beer. I think this is drawn from some authentic piece of Dean’s dreams of retirement, it’s not sand-between-the-toes, but it does seem to fit with what Dean might want. It’s not a real memory and it’s not fully authentic though because Michael constructs it to keep Dean placated but it’s all built from material inside Dean’s mind. Michael gave Dean a version of his contentment and it’s inside the hunting world. Which...haven’t a lot of us been talking about this, not the either/or, that they don’t have to entirely quit the life to find a life within the life. This fit into that theme.

Pamela and Dean’s banter was fun and oh, that little exchange “You don’t want me, you just like to flirt. I’m a psychic. I know these things.” She’s constructed from Dean’s memories. Dean controls everything there. Dean’s own brain is trying to tell him something. This fits realllly well with a bi-Dean reading. And endgame Destiel. He likes to flirt and he’ll flirt with both genders but what does he really want in the end. Just throwing that out there. And let’s think for a moment how Dean’s mind created subtext that suits a bi Dean and Destiel endgame read.

“We have shifts now because you mess up so, so many things.” I LOLed.

Interesting there’s a callback to Gadreel not Lucifer for Sam relating one of his past possessions experiences to this. Given the themes Michael uses to taunt Sam and Cas and Jack with, Gadreel is a callback to a storyline that was about Dean crossing a line to save Sam, a story about Dean as a caretaker, saving a family member.

Jack’s belief in Dean. My heart. This following on his early S14 tactless comments, followed by his confession about why he felt so desperate to stop Michael and he and Dean relating to each other’s sense of self-blame and desperation. That was mostly resolved, between them, but in terms of the ongoing story, seeing the extent Jack believes in Dean, this is advancing.

“Dean. He’s strong. You don’t know anything about Dean.” I’m bolding for a reason--instance #1 of Dean’s family calling him strong.

And then, instance #1 of of Michael trying to demoralize and undermine. “You’re not Sam, you’re not Cas. You’re a new burden he was handed.” Taunting Jack with not being cared for, with being unwanted, by Dean, that it was forced on him. There was some tension on that in S13 initially. By season 14, with the development of the arcs, Dean chose this, but Jack is afraid he didn’t. Jack may also be carrying similar fears or guilt about Sam and Cas, given the origins and history.

So the source of Cas’s death-glare in the promo was Michael taunting Cas about God, suggesting that Chuck just gives up on one world, and moves onto the next and that’s why there are so many AU’s. It might be true. Cas seems really outraged about it and is probably scared it is true. We’re maybe not done with Cas’s daddy issues, his faith or lack thereof in his Father.

Jensen and Misha were spectacular playing off each other in this scene and their whole dynamic transformed because Dean isn’t Dean, same as in S4, their dynamic transformed when Misha was playing Jimmy not Cas, which gets into a whole thing about how they inhabit Dean and Cas and have to switch off certain switches of their innate chemistry and find different switches instead to do this and I’m rambling, I’m having a Jensen and Misha as acting team moment here.

Then Michael aims taunting #2 . “Look at you. Playing nursemaid to a nephilim. Nothing like the Castiel I knew. He would’ve never been so anemic.”

Cas’s answer “You’re confusing loyalty and compassion with weakness.”

Cas with all the growth and character development isn’t weak. His vulnerabilities are part of what makes him a whole character. I’m glad Cas sees himself this way too, he’s more than one thing.

Did Jack...just offer up a little piece of his soul for Dean? Oh ok. I’m fine. *hoists flag of surrender* I’ll just stop even trying not to have feelings about that.

Then we’re in Dean’s mind.

*internal screaming*

I WAS NOT READY FOR THIS. I was really excited for the premise of this ep and wanted this but I was not read for...this.

Lots of recognizable sound bytes but “You’re gonna die and this is what you’re going to become” jumped out at me.

*shrieking*

Yeah so. Uh. This is the point in the episode where I started crying.

And then Cas starts sensing out the void and says “So much trauma in Dean’s mind. So many scars” and that didn’t help me stop crying at all. The mere fact of Cas, surrounded by Dean’s mindspace and surrounded by Dean’s traumatic memories, witnessing this, I need to lie down and stare the ceiling and have feelings. BRB.

When Cas touched Dean’s soul in Hell, and pulled him out, and put his soul back into his body, he maybe didn’t go in that deep, seeing Dean’s memories and all of that.

And Sam isn’t that shook. “Dean’s strong,” Sam says. There’s the 2nd instance of that phrase about Dean. Sam knows Dean’s been through a lot. He’s not getting what Cas is getting at yet, why Cas is so shook, and I think it’s part Cas hasn’t witnessed it in quite this way yet and part it’s that Cas has already figured out the extent of exactly what Michael’s doing inside Dean’s head and Sam hasn’t.

Oh and hey, speaking of callbacks, since the ep firmly planted us in season four-ville, remember when Sam thought Dean was too weak and so he had to step up and drink demon blood, to make sure Dean was never torn to pieces ever again. Not that Sam managed to prevent that. So much has happened and now this Sam, sees Dean as strong.

“You’ve both been through a lot, and Dean is more than strong.” The 3rd instance, this time from Cas.

With a variation now.

Dean is more than strong.

My heart’s gonna explode into little rainbows. That’s how Cas, specifically, sees Dean. Jack sees Dean as strong. Sam sees Dean as strong. Cas sees Dean as more than strong.

This is Dean through Cas’s eyes. This is Cas who in S10 looked at Dean, who said "I’m not any kind of a role model” and looked so sad and insisted “that’s not true.” Because he does know Dean and what Dean has gone through and remember he saw Dean in Hell.

*flaily hands* this is SO MUCH. BUT WAIT THERE IS MORE.

MICHAEL DROWNED DEAN IN HIS OWN TRAUMA.

*rocks back and forth*

Trauma wasn’t enough the first time though. Dean kept kicking and fighting. Squirming. Because “Dean thrives on trauma.” Sam does, in fact get his brother quite well. It keeps Dean awake and aware and fighting to go home. Cas then raises the concept of “contentment” being where they will find Dean instead of the trauma this time because that’s a fresher concept for Dean and therefore more potent in keeping him docile. JUST STAB ME.

“The people in your real life. We need you to come back.”

HOW ABOUT IF I JUST SIT HERE QUIETLY SOBBING FOR A FEW MINUTES BEFORE I KEEP TYPING DOES THAT WORK FOR EVERYONE.

Cas. Cas baby, you got all the way to a “we need you.” Brave little toaster, you’re halfway to an “I” statement. Baby steps.

Another great callback, Sam using “Poughkeepsie.” Cas’s lack of an “I” statement plea about how much he’s needed, Dean just scoffs a little, but Sam reaches for a very personal code word, so it’s a virtual “I” statement, between him and his brother, and that’s what breaks Dean free of the loop. Gotta use the “I” statements. It needed to be more personal and Cas is still not able to articulate what he needed to in order to break through that. S8 Cas is very lucky Dean is good with using the “I” statement, progressing from “We need you...I need you” and broke through the brainwashing.

Michael, the biggest anti-TFW stan to ever anti-stan, then spills 2 more instance of demoralization, by voicing the most negative fears of what Sam and Cas are to Dean. He mocks Cas’s iconic introductory line and taunts him that all he’s done since then is make mistakes (Michael’s an anti-Cas stan...an anti-Jack stan...an anti-Sam stan)...and then Michael starts in on Sam, taunting with how happy Dean was when Sam left Dean to hunt alone with John.

"They’re you’re responsibilities. They’re a weight around your neck.”

This is cutting deep. This isn’t to demoralize Dean, this is to get Sam and Cas to give up. Michael’s using things that are rooted in some darker fears, and maybe some things that should be addressed about the familial dynamics but they aren’t truth-truths. Dean has carried so much on his shoulders. But none of Michael’s tauntingly demoralizing statements are truth about how Dean feels about Jack or Sam or Cas. (Small fandom side note, I can just imagine various extremes in the fandom using Michael’s taunts to hoist their own anti flags as if canon just verified their viewpoints when Michael is deadass the villain and the words meant to hurt and not what Dean actually feels and if you use it for one you don’t like, another exists aimed at your faves too. Oh it’s diabolical).

I said before the ep aired that Michael would be worse than Lucifer when he taunts because Lucifer is a raspberry blowing asshole child, while Michael knows how to do surgical strikes. And Michael is quietly vicious wow.

Side note into Jack using his powers at extreme need but it eats a tiny piece of his soul. Which isn’t exactly what I expected. I thought they might have him be able to start, a little, tapping into the powers at extreme need and it being adrenaline based, like early Sam’s powers. Or think Luke in the cave on Hoth. Returning gradually. But this is Jack purposefully burning up a little piece of his soul to do it and...this is not going to end well. This is not good. Let’s not head for soulless Jack. Can we not do that please. I’m just starting to get attached to him, he’s already died once, come on.

Sam, Dean, and Cas working in concert to trap Michael together in the storage room. HELL YES THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL THIS IS WHAT I WANTED.

Dean’s “I got him” -- that sound you heard is me screaming for 8 million years because Swan Song callback, flipped from Sam to Dean. I got him.

“I’m the cage.”

Ok no one has said that before. It is a slight callback to S6 Great Wall of Sam and gee that’s not going to hold forever. This is not good.

Oh crap, Billie. Oh crap what is happening. What does this mean, no no no. Please tell me this isn’t going to have to be Dean sacrificing himself to save the world from himself possessed by Michael burning the world.

I really needed Sam, Dean, and Cas to talk about some of the stuff that went on while they were in Dean’s mind but I’m really happy (destroyed) by this ep. I did have some high expectations for it but wasn’t sure how high to set them, but this journey into Dean’s head went to some emotional spots I really needed it to go to and I think moves their arcs, together, forward...Sam and Cas witnessing all that. Seeing how much Sam and Cas each in different ways understand Dean. How Sam, Dean, and Jack all think so highly of him. *cries* Showing how far they’ve come.

OK THANKS FOR DROWNING ME IN DEAN TRAUMA YOCKEY

#I WAS NOT READY FOR THIS EPISODE #i've waited 84 for something like this and I still wasn't ready #spn #supernatural #meta #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #jack line #michael dean #supernatural spoilers

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The End

Yes, we have 5.04, the episode titled The End, with the whole end!verse, but every time this phrase pops up in the show since then, I think this is the first thought a lot of people have. And I think it’s... wildly misleading. I mean, since we haven’t actually had a return to this specific “end.” And I don’t think we ever will. As everyone will recall, the show did not actually end after 5.04.

So to that end (pffft), I wanted to cobble together a history of the phrase as it’s been used throughout canon. Just for my own reference purposes. Here’s the big ones, though:

5.22 Swan Song:

CHUCK types "THE END" and takes a drink. CHUCK: No doubt – endings are hard. But then again... nothing ever really ends, does it?

(spoiler alert: fuck you, Chuck)

11.22: We Happy Few:

AMARA: My brother will dim and fade away into nothing. (Outside, ROWENA staggers to her feet. The sunlight is no longer just rosy, tinting the sky purple.) AMARA: But not until he sees what comes next. Not until he watches this world, everything he created, everything he loves turn to ash. (Outside, ROWENA turns, lifting a hand to shield her eyes.) AMARA: Welcome to the end. (She disappears.)

(lol, bzzzt, wrong, try again)

13.23 Let The Good Times Roll:

CASTIEL (to Michael): How do we stop him? MICHAEL: You don't. After consuming the Nephilim's grace, Lucifer's juiced up. He's super-charged. He'll kill the boy, your brother. Hell, he could end the whole universe if he put his mind to it. And you thought I was bad. DEAN: No. No, you beat him. I saw you. MICHAEL: When he was weaker, and I was stronger. Believe me, I'd love to rip my brother apart. But now in this banged up meatsuit... not happening. This is the end, of everything.

(way to horrifically manipulate the situation!)

14.20 Moriah:

CHUCK: (angrily): Fine! That's the way you want it? Story's over. Welcome to The End.

(cue things happening for another 20 episodes... he’s 20 episodes too soon)

and since there were *a LOT* of results:

yes each one of those open tabs is a reference page I’m pulling quotes from, and yes there are so many open tabs they’ve blurred together. one big drawback about watching a show that has apocalypses every now and again. i’m omitting references that aren’t directly about narrative ends, too (like casual “at the end of the day” references and the like). this is gonna be long so it’s going under a cut:

2.22 All Hell Breaks Loose: Part Two:

YED Oh, Jake. It's got to be you. I've been waiting for you for a very long time. You're my leader. You open that crypt, and you will have your army. JAKE You're talking about the end of the world. YED No, not the end— the beginning... a better world, where your family will be protected. More than that. They'll be royalty. Buddy boy, you have the chance to get in on the ground floor of a thrilling opportunity. Whaddya say? It's your call.

(spoiler alert: pffft... the whole “Demon Army” thing was always a sham, I think pulled ON Azazel by Lilith, even if that was only retconned in later in canon. but also, endings are beginnings, the spiral loops ever onward, and it’s laughable now eleventynine loops of the spiral down the way from this moment, isn’t it? Jake who? Azazel the fanatic who wasn’t even trustworthy enough to be let in on Lilith’s real plans? Incredible)

4.05 Monster Movie:

DEAN: You think "elegance" is really the word for what you did to Marissa, or Rick Deacon, or any of the others?! DRACULA: But of course. It is a monster movie, after all. DEAN: You do realize what happens at the end of every monster movie? DRACULA: Ah, but this movie is mine. And in it, the monster wins. The monster gets the girl. And the hero, he’s... electrocuted. And tonight, Jonathan Harker, you will be my hero.

(spoiler alert: the monster does not win)

4.06 Yellow Fever:

Sam: So uh...so, what did you see? Near the end, I mean. Dean: Oh, besides a cop beating my ass? Sam: Seriously. Dean: Howler monkeys. Whole roomful of them. Those things creep the hell out of me. Sam: Right. Dean: No, just the usual stuff, Sammy. Nothing I can’t handle.

(spoiler alert: it was definitely not anything Dean could handle)

4.09 I Know What You Did Last Summer:

ANNA: Look... I get it. You think I'm nuts. If I were you, I'd think I was nuts. But it's all true. PSYCHOLOGIST: It's okay. You can tell me. I'm here to listen. ANNA: The end... is coming. The apocalypse. PSYCHOLOGIST: The apocalypse. Like in the Bible? ANNA: Kind of. I mean, same bottom line. This demon, Lilith, is trying to break the 66 seals to free Lucifer from Hell. Lucifer... Will bring the apocalypse. So... Smoke 'em if you got 'em.

(spoiler alert:... we know how this turned out)

4.15 Death Takes a Holiday:

DEAN: You know what I mean. We're talking the end of the world here, okay? No more tasseled leather pants, no more Ramones CDs, no more nothing.

(spoiler alert: Pamela’s cool with that since she’ll get an endless show at the Meadowlands in her personal heaven)

4.22 Lucifer Rising:

DEAN: But me and Sam, we can stop... (he cuts off, having an epiphany) You don't want to stop it, do you? ZACHARIAH: Nope. Never did. The end is nigh. The apocalypse is coming, kiddo, to a theater near you.

(spoiler alert... it bombed at the box office)

5.02: Good God, Y’all:

Dean: Listen, Chuckles, even if there is a God, he is either dead—and that's the generous theory— Castiel: He is out there, Dean. Dean: Or he's up and kicking and doesn't give a rat's ass about any of us. I mean, look around you, man. The world is in the toilet. We are literally at the end of days here, and he's off somewhere drinking booze out of a coconut. All right?

(spoiler alert: i mean he really wasn’t far off the mark was he...)

5.03 Free To Be You And Me:

REPORTER: —the town of Tully? tonight, John. Locals say that what started as a torrential hailstorm late this afternoon suddenly turned to massive lightning strikes that triggered the fires now consuming more than twenty acres here along the Route 17 corridor. County officials are advising all Tully residents to prepare for what could become mandatory evacuations. The BARTENDER shuts the TV off. BARTENDER: Damn. Is it me or does it seem like it's the end of the world? SAM looks away.

(spoiler alert: that was an observant bartender)

5.07 The Curious Case of Dean Winchester:

A WOMAN, MRS. XAVIER, is reading the Weekly World News, headline: "LEADING PSYCHICS AGREE: THE APOCALYPSE IS HERE! Experts confirm the end is upon us!" She chuckles. The door opens.

(spoiler alert: that time the Weekly World News was actually right)

5.08 Changing Channels:

Dean: Hey there, Sam. What's happening? Sam: Oh, nothing. Um. Just the end of the world.

(spoiler alert: lol)

5.09 The Real Ghostbusters:

CHUCK: Ok, Ok, just..okay, it's okay. so, next question. (hands shoot up) Yeah, you. FAN: Yeah, at the end of the last book, Dean goes to hell. So, what happens next?

(spoiler alert: how do you feel about angels? Yeah, because let me tell you, they're not nearly as lame as you think.)

5.11 Sam Interrupted:

Dean: It's the end of the world, okay? I mean, it's a damn Biblical Apocalypse, and if I don't stop it and save everyone, then no one will, and we all die. Dr. Cartwright: That's horrible. Dean: Yeah, tell me about it. Dr. Cartwright: I mean, Apocalypse or no Apocalypse... monsters or no monsters, that's a crushing weight to have on your shoulders. To feel like six billion lives depend on you...God...how do you get up in the morning? Dean: That's a good question.

(spoiler alert: this is actually Dean talking to himself)

5.17 99 Problems:

SAM : Busy night? PAUL: I’m telling you, since The End started, it’s been like one long last call. That round’s on me.

(spoiler alert: welcome to the apocalypse, pull up a bar stool)

DEAN: We’re all gonna die, Sam. In like a month—maybe two. I mean it. This is the end of the world, but these people aren’t freaking out. In fact they’re running to the exit in an orderly fashion. I don’t know that that’s such a bad thing. SAM: Who says they’re all gonna die? What ever happened to us saving them?

(spoiler alert: hey remember that other time Dean went all nihilistic about the end of the world? yeah good times)

DEAN: So the demons smoking out—that’s just a con? Why? What’s the endgame? CASTIEL: What you just saw—innocent blood spilled in God’s name. SAM: You heard all that heaven talk. She manipulates people. DEAN: To slaughter and kill and sing preppy little hymns. Awesome. CASTIEL: Her goal is to condemn as many souls to hell as possible. And it’s…just beginning. She’s well on her way to dragging this whole town into the pit.

(remember the whore of babylon’s MO? manipulating people into doing stuff they never would’ve out of fear? yeah)

LEAH: This is why my team’s gonna win. You’re the great vessel? You’re pathetic, self-hating, and faithless. It’s the end of the world. And you’re just gonna sit back and watch it happen. DEAN grabs the stake, punches LEAH, and stakes her. DEAN : Don’t be so sure, whore.

(remember that time the whore of babylon taunted Dean about rejecting his destiny as the vessel of Michael, basically trying to manipulate him into doing the thing? And then he tried to go out and do the thing in the next episode but Cas stopped him? yeah good times)

5.18 Point Of No Return:

PREACHER : The end is nigh! The apocalypse is upon us! The angels talk to me, and they asked me to talk to you! The apocalypse— DEAN: Hey! I’m Dean Winchester. Do you know who I am? PREACHER: Dear God. DEAN: I’ll take that as a yes. Listen, I need you to pray to your angel buddies and let them know that I’m here.

(spoiler alert: good thing that guy prayed too loud)

5.20 The Devil You Know:

CROWLEY Now...For the record, I'm against this. Negotiating a high-level defection -- It's very delicate business. SAM What are you talking about? CROWLEY I begged Dean not to come back. We should be miles away...from you. He replied with a colorful rejoinder about my "corn chute." SAM (scoffs) CROWLEY So, go ahead. Go --ruin our last best hope. It's only the end of the world.

(spoiler alert: considering this entire thing was a demonstration of Crowley’s ability to manipulate things to his favor... nice tug on the ol’ apocalypse card to get your way)

5.21 Two Minutes To Midnight:

Pestilence: Hmm. You boys don't look well. It might be the, uh, Scarlet fever. Or, uh, the meningitis. Oh! Or the syphilis. That's no fun. However you feel right now? It's gonna get so very, very much worse. Questions? Disease gets a bad rap, don't you think? For being filthy. Chaotic. Uh, but, really, t-that just describes people who get sick. Disease itself... very... pure... single-minded. Bacteria have one purpose -- divide and conquer. That's why, in the end... it always wins. So, you've got to wonder why God pours all his love into something so messy! And weak! It's ridiculous. All I can do is show him he's wrong, one epidemic at a time. Now... On a scale of 1 to 10, how's your pain?

(spoiler alert: blowing up the bacteria actually kills them)

Bonus:

Death: As old as God. Maybe older. Neither of us can remember anymore. Life, death, chicken, egg. Regardless -- at the end, I'll reap him, too. Dean: God? You'll reap God? Death: Oh, yes. God will die, too, Dean. Dean: Well, this is way above my pay grade. Death: Just a bit.

(spoiler alert: *taps watch and raises eyebrow at Billie*)

5.22 Swan Song:

CHUCK (VOICEOVER): Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning, but endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always gonna be holes. And since it's the ending, it's all supposed to add up to something. I'm telling you, they're a raging pain in the ass.

(spoiler alert: with the context that this is God speaking, RUDE)

6.15 The French Mistake:

BALTHAZAR Hello, boys. You've seen "the Godfather," right? DEAN Balthazar... BALTHAZAR You know, the end, where Michael Corleone sends his men to kill his enemies in one big, bloody swoop? (Balthazar finds a container of salt and pours it into a bowl on Bobby's desk) DEAN Hey! BALTHAZAR "Dead Sea brine." Good, good, good. You know, Moe Greene gets it in the eye, and Don Cuneo gets it in the revolving door? DEAN I said "hey." BALTHAZAR You did. Twice. Good for you. Blood of lamb. Blood of lamb. (looking through Bobby's fridge contents) Beer, cold pizza. Blood of lamb. Yes! Blood of lamb! SAM Why are you talking about "the Godfather"? BALTHAZAR Because we're in it – right now, tonight. And in the role of Michael Corleone – The archangel Raphael.

(spoiler alert: Raphael was playing at being a Michael wasn’t he...)

6.20 The Man Who Would Be King:

CASTIEL You want to make a deal? With me? I'm an Angel, you ass. I don't have a soul to sell. CROWLEY But that's it, isn't it? It's all of it. It's the souls. It all comes down to the souls in the end, doesn't it? CASTIEL What in the hell are you talking about? CROWLEY I'm talking about Raphael's head on a pike. I'm talking about happy endings for all of us, with all possible entendres intended. Come on. Just a chat.

(spoiler alert... it all comes down to the souls in the end, happy endings for all of us, or we can hope)

Bonus, for the sake of hilarity, because of the implication that Hell is a spiral narrative that begins at the ending, All Along The Watchtower style:

CROWLEY Yeah. See, problem with the old place was most of the inmates were masochists already. A lot of "thank you, sir. Can I have another hot spike up the jacksie?" But just look at them. No one likes waiting in line. CASTIEL And what happens when they reach the front? CROWLEY Nothing. They go right back to the end again. That's efficiency.

(spoiler alert: THAT’S EFFICIENCY!)

Double bonus, because I said so:

CASTIEL If you touch the Winchesters... CROWLEY Please. I heard you the first time. I promise -- nary a hair on their artfully tousled heads. Besides, I think they've proven my point for me. It's always your friends, isn't it, in the end? We try to change. We try to improve ourselves. It's always our friends who got to claw into our sides and hold us back. But you know what I see here? The new God (pointing at Castiel) and the new Devil, working together.

(no spoilers, this is just Cas giving everything, selling himself out, for his loved ones again)

6.21 Let It Bleed:

March 15, 1937 Providence, Rhode Island

(A man, H.P. Lovecraft, is typing on a typewriter. He drinks and continues typing. He types "THE END" then places the final paper on top of the others. His door creaks open, seemingly by itself. At the same time, there is a crack of thunder and the lights flicker. He looks up, afraid

(spoiler alert: guess what happened next? *screams and blood splatter* *title card*)

bonus:

CASTIEL: It's a means to an end. Balthazar, you understand that. BALTHAZAR: Oh, absolutely. But what's the end here exactly? You know, raid Purgatory, snatch up all the souls? CASTIEL: Win the war.

(spoiler alert: or option B, exploding and taking half the planet with him... always an option, apparently, and the one that kinda happened...)

7.20 The Girl With The Dungeons And Dragons Tattoo:

CHARLIE: So what's the end game – steal our resources, make us some slaves? DEAN: Planet-wide value meal. We're the meat.

(spoiler alert: sorry they weren’t kidding, Charlie. the Leviathan’s end game was pretty miserable)

7.21 Reading Is Fundamental:

DEAN picks up a “Sorry!” card. CASTIEL: You know, we weren't sure at first which monkeys were gonna make it. No offense, but I [DEAN moves a marker on the board] was backing the Neanderthals because their poetry was... just amazing. It's in perfect tune [CASTIEL picks up a card] with the spheres. But in the end, it was you – the [CASTIEL moves a marker] homo sapiens sapiens. You guys ate the apple, invented pants. DEAN: Cas, where can we find this, uh, Metatron? Is he still alive? CASTIEL: I'm sorry. I – I think you have to go back to start. DEAN moves a marker. DEAN: This is important. CASTIEL motions for DEAN to pick up another card. DEAN does and moves another marker. DEAN: I think Metatron could stop a lot of bad. You understand that? CASTIEL picks up another card. CASTIEL: We live in a "sorry" universe. It's engineered to create conflict. I mean, why should I prosper from... your misfortune? [CASTIEL puts down a marker and moves DEAN’s marker back to the start.] But these are the rules. I didn't make them. DEAN: You made some of them. When you tried to become God, when you cut that hole into that wall. CASTIEL: Dean... it's your move. DEAN pounds a fist on the table and swipes the board to the floor. DEAN: Forget the damn game! Forget the game, Cas.

(spoiler alert: In the end, it was you... I mean humanity won the evolutionary lottery and ended up being able to make the rules for ourselves. All through this, Dean’s looking for other potential avenues toward saving the world from being devoured by Leviathan. Remember when Metatron might be able to do a lot of good? while Cas dodges the actual subject and plays a game that literally continually sends Dean “back to the start” to make the same moves again, maybe slightly differently this time, different strategy, as he repeatedly tries to get Cas to answer HIS question about the actual world-ending game they’re playing against the Leviathan? THIS IS THE SPIRAL NARRATIVE IN ACTION IN ONE SCENE. “WE LIVE IN A SORRY UNIVERSE ENGINEERED TO CREATE CONFLICT” “BUT THESE ARE THE RULES” And when Dean is tired of trying to work within the rules? *game goes flying* *smashes God’s guitar* heck this is a perfect scene... have I mentioned that I love Ben Edlund lately?)

8.01 We Need To Talk About Kevin:

DEAN: Yeah, Cas didn't make it. SAM: What exactly does that mean? DEAN: Something happened to him down there. Things got pretty hairy towards the end, and he... just let go.

(spoiler alert: Dean’s already rewriting this ending in his head because he can’t accept the truth of it. Endings suck, and this one would not stand.)

8.12 As Time Goes By:

HENRY : John was a legacy. I was supposed to teach him the ways of the Letters. DEAN : Well, he learned things a little differently. HENRY : How? DEAN : The hard way. Surviving a lonely childhood, a stinking war... only to get married and have his wife taken by a demon... and later killed by one himself. That man got a bum rap around every turn. But you know what? He kept going. And in the end, he did a hell of a lot more good than he did bad.

(spoiler alert: see, Dean’s already made a hell of a lot of peace with John even way back then)

8.14 Trial and Error:

DEAN: I'm a grunt, Sam. You're not. You've always been the brains of this operation. SAM: Dean— DEAN: And you told me yourself that you see a way out. You see a light at the end of this ugly-ass tunnel. I don't. But I tell you what I do know – it's that I'm gonna die with a gun in my hand. 'Cause that's what I have waiting for me – that's all I have waiting for me. I want you to get out. I want you to have a life – become a man of Letters, whatever. You, with a wife and kids and – and – and grandkids, living till you're fat and bald and chugging Viagra – that is my perfect ending, and it's the only one that I'm gonna get. So I'm gonna do these trials. I'm gonna do them alone – end of story. You're staying here. I'm going out there. If landshark comes knocking, you call me. If you try to follow me, I'm gonna put a bullet in your damn leg.

(spoiler alert: just look at the title of this episode to see how this all turned out. It ain’t called “Trial and Major Win”)

Bonus:

SAM: I want to slam hell shut, too, okay? But I want to survive it. I want to live, and so should you. You have friends up here, family. I mean, hell, you even got your own room now. You were right, okay? I see light at the end of this tunnel. And I'm sorry you don't – I am. But it's there. And if you come with me, I can take you to it. DEAN: Sam, be smart. SAM: I AM smart, and so are you. You're not a grunt, Dean. You're a genius – when it comes to lore, to – you're the best damn hunter I have ever seen – better than me, better than dad. I believe in you, Dean. So, please – please believe in me, too.

(spoiler alert: hell if this doesn’t sound like the speech Sam gave Dean in 14.12, but like way less frustrated, angry, and afraid)

8.17 Goodbye Stranger:

Meg: You ever miss the Apocalypse? Castiel: No. Why would I miss the end of times? Meg: I miss the simplicity. I was bad. You were good. Life was easier. Now it's all so messy. I'm kind of good, which sucks. And you're kind of bad -- which is actually all manner of hot. We survive this... I'm gonna order some pizza and we're gonna move some furniture around. You understand?

(spoiler alert: Cas doesn’t miss the end of times. And the only reason he was “kind of bad” here was because he was being mind-controlled by Naomi so... Meg will be dead by the end of the episode, and Cas will be freed from Heaven’s control. Good times. Better than the apocalypse anyway)

8.19 Taxi Driver:

BOBBY: Yeah. Yeah, well... You know, I always figured that'd be the end of it... You know, just a Hunter's funeral. Zip. Nothing. And I was okay with that. Imagine my surprise. SAM: Well, I guess if there has to be an eternity, I'd pick Heaven over Hell. BOBBY: Yeah. 'Cause there's nothing screwy going on up there. SAM: I wish I made the rules. BOBBY: Well... I'll, uh, do my part, get to the end of this, but... I ain't exactly the retiring type, so, you idjits figure out a way to spring me...

(spoiler alert: apparently what’s burned doesn’t stay dead, s8 version? Also Sam wishes he made the rules... I love all these mentions of “the rules”)

8.21 The Great Escapist:

DEAN: We got the other half of the tablet. KEVIN: What? DEAN: It's the light at the end of your tunnel, kid. Don't say we never got you nothing.

(tfw the light at the end of the tunnel is actually a locomotive)

Dean: Cure a demon. Okay, ignoring the fact that I have no idea what that actually means, if we — if we do this, you get better, right? I mean, you stop trying to cough up a lung, and, and, and bumping into furniture? Sam: I feel better, yeah, um, just having a direction to move in. Dean: Well, good, cause where we're headed doesn't sound like a picnic. Sam: But we're heading somewhere. The end.

(spoiler alert: LOLOLOL thing again bub.)

9.20 Bloodlines:

ENNIS: Look, I don't need no apology from you. DAVID: I lost someone, too, okay?! But I'm trying here. ENNIS: I'm sorry about your brother. He spoke about you at the end. He said, "David, I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice."

(I wasn’t gonna include this, because it’s purely conversational on top of being from this episode which doesn’t really count but... when they’ve both lost people in a sacrifice play, and one is mistaken for the other and his dying words for his brother are “I didn’t have a choice?” um... that just felt relevant)

9.23 Do You Believe in Miracles?

Gadreel: I sat in this hole for thousands of years thinking of nothing but redemption, of reclaiming my good name. I thought of nobody, no cause other than my own. Castiel: You've been redeemed my friend. Gadreel: The only thing that matters in the end is the mission: protecting those who would not and cannot protect themselves. The humans. None of us is bigger than that, we will not let our fears, our self absorption prevent us from seeing it through. Not anymore. Castiel: No, no of course not. Gadreel: Move to the other side of your cell Castiel, and keep your head down. When they say my name, perhaps I won't just be the one who let the Serpent in, perhaps I will be known as one of the many that gave Heaven a second chance. Run sister.

(spoiler alert: redemption, selfless sacrifice, Gadreel meets his end to prove Metatron’s manipulative duplicity and reveal his real motive... that was just another game in a different loop of the spiral. In the end, it’s the only thing that matters)

10.20 Angel Heart:

CASTIEL: So do you think she's better off on her own? SAM: Cas, she just turned 18. CASTIEL: You were alone when you left for college at that age, weren't you? SAM: Yeah, but that's different. CASTIEL: How, Sam? SAM: Here's all I know ... going it alone, that's no way to live. You being there for her, even if she thinks she doesn't want you to be there for her, that's good for both of you. CASTIEL: Maybe, in the end. SAM: In the end.

(spoiler alert: things don’t just get better right away, and they’re hard but family sticks together, loved ones stick together, even when they say they don’t want to... it might not be easy now, but in the end...)

11.02 Form and Void:

SAM: I was infected last night. You? RABID MAN: This morning. SAM: Wait a second. Then why -- RABID MAN: . . . am I further along? Don't know. This thing, it ain't math. I seen some people change fast, some change slow. But in the end . . . We all end up the same. We go psycho. And then we go boom. SAM: Well, that's not -- I'm gonna fix this. RABID MAN: LIAR! You and me, we're dead. We're just taking our sweet time about it. So if you were smart, you'd put a bullet in me . . . and then eat one yourself.

(Sam wasn’t lying, Rabid Man. You just didn’t make it. And Sam was smart not to put a bullet in either of you.)

Bonus, for extra manipulation:

HANNAH: Where is it? CASTIEL: I don't know. HANNAH: Then who would? The Winchesters? Castiel, if this is true, it's the end for all of us. Sam and Dean -- where are they? CASTIEL: I don't know. HANNAH: Then think harder! CASTIEL: How did you find me?

(because that’s the thing, Cas realized Hannah wasn’t there to help, not there to heal him, and that she’d been in charge of all of this all along. She could’ve helped Cas like he’d asked and earned his trust and he probably would’ve shared what he knew of the Darkness with her, but she resorted to the old Heaven Way Of Doing Things instead... and he saw through the manipulation)

11.09 O Brother Where Art Thou?

Man: Repress your sins. Beg for his divine mercy. When the end comes – and come it will – only the forgiven will ascend to holy grace.

and

Amara raises both her arms skyward, compelling lightning bolts. One by one the members of the crowd are struck down; with the final lightning bolt hitting the man who had been preaching. They are all dead, completely scorched. The blood on the fountain turns back to water. The thunderstorm ends. Amara surveys her work, her gaze resting on one body, still holding a sign that says: THE END IS NEAR!

(gotta love those wackadoo religious nuts in this universe, right?)

Dean: What is it exactly that you want? When you make the world of bliss and peace, what’s in it for you? Amara: What I deserve. Dean: Which is? Amara: Everything. Dean: Everything? Amara: I was the beginning and I will be the end. I will be all that there is. Dean: So, you’re it. [Dean turns away from Amara]. That would make you God. Amara: No, God was the Light. I’m the Dark.

(So Amara was the beginning and will be the ending, all that there is... kinda... sounds a bit like... the empty?)

11.10 The Devil In The Details:

Lucifer: Okay, you don't like me. I get it... I get it; sometimes I don't like me either. But Gabriel and Raphael are dead. God went out for a pack of smokes and never came back... and Michael... well, let's just say prison life hasn't really agreed with Michael. These days he's usually sitting in a corner singing show tunes and touching himself. Sam: So you're it. Lucifer [laughing]: I'm it! And hey, I'm not the good guy, we both know I'm not, but the Darkness, she's the end of everything. Lucifer crouches down so he is face to face with Sam, imploring with him. Lucifer: But I can beat her. We can beat her. You and me, together. So come on, Sam. Make the right choice, the big sacrifice one more time, man. Sam, it's time to save the world, man.

(hooooly shit there’s a lot of lying and manipulating happening here... and the Darkness? even she wasn’t the end of everything)

11.16 Safe House:

(mostly included for flashback-to-the-apocalypse lolz)

BOBBY: The apocalypse is on the horizon, and you wanna hunt a damn ghost! RUFUS: Well unless you found a way to stop the end of the world during your little siesta, we got jack all on any of that business. Now I knew you were in the area, heard about this possible little gig, I thought a win would be nice.

(because it’s the end of the world and weird random “wins” help. Plus things that exist outside of time and space in convenient pocket dimensions for easy storage outside of God’s lil creation)

11.17 Red Meat:

Michelle: I... I just wanted to see how you were doing. And to tell you th... [Her voice shakes with emotion and she pauses.] I'm sorry. You saved our lives and... [another pause] well, my mom used to say, um... I didn't believe her then, but I... I think I do now. She used to say... death... it's not the end.

(lololololololllllllllll)

Dean’s spirit: You know, the Darkness is out there... and the world is gonna burn. And once she gets started, that's the end of everything, including you. Now, Sam's the only one who can stop it. Billie: Hmm. How's that? Dean is lost for words. Billie: That's what I thought. It's cute, though. You pretending you're trying to save Sam for the greater good, when we both know you're doing it for you. You can't lose him. But even if Sammy could win the title bout... the answer would still be “no.” The answer will always be “no.” Game's over, Dean. No more second chances. No more extra lives. Time to say bye-bye to Luigi, Mario. Dean’s spirit [sadness and desperation in his eyes]: I'm asking you... I'm begging you, please. Bring him back. Bring him back and take me instead. Billie: I'm not here to bargain with you, kid. I'm here to reap you. And the kicker is... Sam's not dead. [Dean looks stunned] But you are. Or will be, soon enough.

(DOUBLE LOLLLOLOLOLOLLOLLOLLLL)

11.21 All in The Family:

Dean: You're right. I am drawn to you. And it bothers the hell out of me, 'cause I can't control it. Amara: Then why fight it? What you're feeling is that I am the end of your struggle. Something stops you. Keeps you from having it all.

(lol Amara REALLY wants to be the end doesn’t she... poor thing gonna get stuck with Mr. Infinite Loop Chuck... no wonder that’s like her worst nightmare. Heck, being locked up in nothingness sounds better, since that IS her deal... she’s not just the “end” though... she’s also the beginning...Alpha and Omega... Chuck is all the middle bits)

11.22 We Happy Few:

CHUCK: I can’t say I’m sorry if I’m not. (He places plates of pancakes in front of SAM and DEAN.) What he wants an apology for, I did it for humanity. For the world. Look, Lucifer wants what everybody wants: Amara gone. ‘kay? Let’s just give him a little time to cool off. (CHUCK sips from a mug labeled WORLD’S GREATEST DAD.) DEAN: Okay, well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but a little time is not something that we have. The end is frickin’ nigh.

(omfg it’s all the Dabb era themes... god Chuck has always been a dick)

Bonus:

CLEA: End times shouldn’t bother you though, Ro, you a rat. Find your way off any sinkin’ ship. ROWENA: Damn right. The spell I’m working on is Book of the Damned magic, and it can get us back. We can buy ourselves a few more centuries of life. Turn back the clock for us before the world inevitably goes (sing-song) ‘bye-bye.’ CLEA: You scared. ROWENA: Aye. I came face-to-face with the Darkness. The Apocalypse bell’s been rung a few times in our day, but when I looked inside her, I saw it. Not just the end of the world, Heaven and Hell. The end of magic.

11.23 Alpha And Omega:

CAS: The angels are—Heaven won't help. DEAN: They know that this is the end, right? Of everything. CAS: Yes. SAM: And they don't care? CAS: No, it's not that. It's... They know—They know God is dying and they don't think we can win this. Souls or no souls. They're sealing Heaven, and they're "dying with dignity".

(spoiler alert: it’s like they keep trying to do this all through Dabb era... even after the Shadow throws open every gate. They’re still dying. Kinda makes me think it’s Chuck’s doing... literally... all of it, since it was Humanity’s Plan in this episode that CHANGED things from Chuck’s plan to just... wait for the inevitable blast wave ending)

[Sam, Cas, Crowley and Rowena, and Chuck pull up in the Impala to ‘The The Lazy Shag’ bar/restaurant which has a ‘Closed’ sign on the door. A man walks by with a sign that says ‘The End Is Near’.]

(and a bit later Cas comments that Chuck looks terrible >.>)

12.12 Stuck In The Middle (With You):

[organ music plays, Castiel is sitting in his truck listening to the radio] RADIO: Each of us has a time the physical body dies. We all face God’s judgment in the end. There’s not one of us alive walking on this earthly plane that will not pay the consequence for their actions. [the Impala pulls into the parking lot, distracting Cas from the radio] RADIO: The Lord will hold us in the palm of his hand, and he’ll weigh our souls. Brothers and sisters, are you worthy? [Cas turns off the radio]

(lol, THE WOUNDED ANGEL)

RAMIEL: Allies. Is that what you call three humans with one good liver between them and a busted up angel? CROWLEY: I admit they don’t sound like much. But every Armageddon, every bloody, “this is the end of all things,” a Winchester stopped it. Like it or not, they’re an asset we can’t afford to lose.

(Crowley being sensible, there’s something much bigger than Ramiel’s surface-level read at stake here)

12.20 Twigs And Twine And Tasha Banes:

KETCH: It's the end for the American Hunters. Their time has passed.

(BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA)

WOMAN: I'm reaching the end of my very long life, and it's a problem. Max and Dean are also in pain. Another image of Tasha in the cellar bleeding profusely from her stomach area flashes. WOMAN: 'cause I sold my soul for power. So when I pass, my soul goes to Hell. Unless I can find someone to take the burden, to take my magic.

(spoiler alert: that’s YOUR problem, lady)

12.22 Who We Are:

SAM: Is this how you pictured it? The end? DEAN: Oh, you know it's not. I always thought we'd go out like... Butch and Sundance style. (Sam chuckles) SAM: Yeah. Blaze of glory. DEAN: Blaze of glory. (Dean smirks) Son of a bitch.

(spoiler alert: the grenadebaiting payoff. Gonna die anyway? May as well get the big boom.)

13.02 The Rising Son:

SAM: These yellow-eyed things just keep on comin’, huh? DEAN: Mm—hmm. And hopefully this fourth Prince of Hell is the last Kardashian in the family. SAM: According to this, if that was Asmodeus, it’s the end of the line.

(hey, for once, reaching the end of the line is a relief)

13.16 Scoobynatural:

SAM: Dude, what's wrong with you? DEAN: They don't know that they're in a...a C-word. And we're not gonna tell 'em about anything. Not where we're from, not about monsters. Nothing. Capiche? (Dean looks over to the Scooby Gang, standing across the room) DEAN: They are pure and innocent and good, and we're gonna keep it that way. SAM: Look, if you've seen this episode, why-why can't we just skip to the end? DEAN: Well, 'cause sometimes it's about the journey and not the destination.

(we can’t “skip to the end” because it’s about the JOURNEY, which is still ONGOING, and therefore NOT THE END)

Bonus:

Sam: Ha! Velma was right. It was a shady real estate developer after all. Jay: It's not fair. I would've gotten away with it if it wasn't for those meddling kids. Dean: He said it! He said the line! Scooby Dooby Do! Sam: What are you doing? Dean: Well, I mean at the end of every mystery, Scooby looks at the camera and he says-- Castiel: Dean, you're not a talking dog. Dean: I know that. I... Sam: Yeah. Dean: No, but come on, I-I do look cool with the ascot, right? No? Guys? Come on, guys. Look, red is my color!

(lol!)

13.20 Unfinished Business:

KEVIN: I didn't have a choice! I… Y-you don't understand. I… I… I never used to believe in anything. Well, ex-except science-- quantum mechanical unpredictably. But then the end of the world happened, and everyone around me-- my friends, and my… my mom-- they all started to die. But God chose me? What… What does that even mean?! Michael said he wanted to save the world, not kill it. But he… he hurt so many people. When I couldn't perfect the spell, Michael, he got mad and threw me in the dungeon. And I was so scared, but I fixed it. B-but I… I couldn't do it anymore.

(aah, the poor Worst Version of Kevin, no choice, thought he was doing the right thing, manipulated by circumstance and empty promises...)

GABRIEL: I had it made-- all the booze I could drink, all the, uh, entertainment I could handle. [Sam interrupts and Dean looks disappointed, but the action returns to the motel room] SAM: Okay! Why don't we just skip to the end? [Gabriel sighs and skips to the end of the story, asleep in bed with the two women, when Sleipnir, Narfi, and Fenrir bound him with a sigil and kidnapped him from his bed] GABRIEL: So this is how it ended. By the time I came to, they had sold me to Asmodeus. SAM: Why would they do that? GABRIEL: Hello? Lucifer? In case you don't remember, there was an apocalypse brewing at the time.

(LOL Sam asked Gabriel to skip to the end of the story, and unlike Dean in 13.16, Gabriel did... no wonder Dean was disappointed, he was enjoying the journey even if most of Gabriel’s story was embellished beyond recognition)

LOKI: You think you're some… poor, innocent victim? [he strolls over and punches Gabriel again] Gabriel, with his deadbeat daddy and his mean older brothers. [he stomps on Gabriel] “Who will help me?” “Who will save me?” [he picks Gabriel up and pins him to the wall by his neck] I did! But you… you couldn't keep one promise. And then you had the audacity to ask me to help you again?! [he throws Gabriel down the hall, where Sam and Dean have arrived in a doorway behind him] You think I deserve to die for your spinelessness?! That my sons deserved to die?! [the fight continues, as Dean slides Loki’s sword to Gabriel and Gabriel finally gets Loki pinned to the wall at the tip of the blade] LOKI: Of course, of course you would need someone to swoop in and save your pitiful ass. GABRIEL: Shut up! LOKI: Face it, old friend, you're a joke. You're a failure. You live for pleasure. You stand for nothing. And in the end, that's exactly what you'll die for.

(heck... I mean, Loki dies here, because that “promise?” Gabriel didn’t break it. Loki just wouldn’t listen to facts or accept the reality of what happened. Gabriel had been trying to SAVE his father in 5.19, but THEY also wouldn’t listen... so... poor Gabriel was just stuck in the middle again, and he was imprisoned and tortured for it. Heck he better still be alive and that was another projection that died in 13.22)

14.03 The Scar:

Dean: You were right. I just didn’t want to look at it, what Michael used me for. I just wanted to race ahead. You know, skip to the end of the story the part where I get the weapon and I take out the bad guy. The part where I kill Michael. Sam: Yeah, I know. Dean: You know I said yes to him because I thought: it was stupid. I was stupid. Sam: Dean, you did what you had to do.

(ugh there’s that awful “you did what you had to do.” there was NO CHOICE. NONE. and Dean just wanted revenge at any cost for having been used like that... not even just by Michael, but in the Grander Scheme he has context for after 14.20)

14.07 Unhuman Nature:

Rowena: It's as I suspected. A Nephilim, for all its power, is an unnatural presence. Part human, part angel… It -- It doesn't quite fit. It's delicate. Its grace is what holds it in balance, and when Jack's grace was taken from him, his being fell into chaos. The -- The cells are gobbling each other up. Castiel: Well, if it's grace he needs, he can have mine. Rowena: No, dear, it won't do. Jack is part archangel. He needs a much stronger force and probably some kind of magic, and he needs it quick. Dean: How quick? Rowena: I don't...I don't exactly know, but he's enterin' a critical phase. Sometimes he'll look just fine, but then his body will give way and...it'll be the end of him.

(interesting phrasing...)

14.10 Nihilism:

Mainly, I wanted to make note of the song choice that plays in Rocky’s Bar, “Searchin’ for a Rainbow” by the Marshall Tucker Band. Because the lyrics repeat on a loop about looking for the end of the rainbow

14.11 Damaged Goods:

SAM: Mom, we don’t hug. I mean, w-we do, but only if it’s literally the end of the world, you know?

(yet... Dean awkwardly hugged him... sign of the apocalypse)

14.12 Prophet and Loss:

DEAN: Hey. Man, I-I just want to make sure that you’re still with me on this thing. You’re gonna see it through to the end. SAM: Well, I gave you my word, didn’t I? DEAN: Okay, alright. Just, you know, after what you said last night, I-I-I don’t need you and Mom coming up with some way to stop me. SAM: You know, Mom hates this. I hate this. DEAN: I know. SAM: And Cas and Jack, you haven’t even told them. DEAN: Okay, well, yeah, that’s because I’m not good with the whole big goodbyes, alright? I-I-I don’t need to get shaky on this thing. SAM: Wouldn’t be the worst thing. DEAN: You know what Michael wants to do, you know that this will stop it, and you know that there’s no other way. So, just put the end of this trip outta your head, okay?

(spoiler alert: oh look it’s nihilistic Dean from back in 5.18 come for a brief visit. good thing he got clocked on the noggin instead of doing this dumb thing)

Bonus that’s not really a bonus, because boy’s obsessed and it’s just not healthy:

DEAN: I believe in all of us. And I’ll keep believing until I can’t. Until there’s absolutely no other way. But when that day comes – if that day comes… Sam, you have to take it for what it is – the end. And you have to promise me that you’ll do then what you can’t do now, and that’s let me go. And put me in that box.

#it's spirals all the way down #spn 5.04 #is notably absent from this list...#spn masterlist masterlist pffft #this is just for my own personal musing purposes #the end

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Flying Too Close to the Ground - Chapter Three

A/N: Thank you @impala-dreamer for this amazing aesthetic and for betaing and encouraging me to keep going with this story. You’re the bestest.

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Words: 1,100

Warnings: None this chapter

Chapter Two

“Warn us about what?” Dean interjected.

“There’s an angel after you, Y/N specifically.”

“How does Bobby fit into all of this?” Sam asked.

“He’s the one who asked Pamela for help. I guess he figured Pamela would be his best option to get the message here.”

“Dammit Bobby! Listen to me.” Pamela accepted the tumbler of whiskey from him and sank into the cushions of the worn couch. “It’s not that simple.”

“Well make it that simple! This is important, Pamela!”

“I understand how important this is, but there is probably one person I’d trust with this. It’s difficult for a spirit to contact one single psychic. We can’t really risk this being broadcast all over the damn place.”

“No. You don’t understand. This is my little girl we’re talking about. And it ain’t some run of the mill monster that’s after her. If I can warn ‘em, they got a better shot.”

“Bobby, I never said I couldn’t help. I said it would take a little time. This isn’t a science.”

“I didn’t really believe it was her at first, I mean she hasn’t tried to contact anyone since she passed, it took a little convincing.” Brittany paused, lost in thought for a moment. “We weren’t able to speak long. She said it wasn’t safe.”

“Alright. What’s this asshole’s name?”

“Stuviel.”

“Stuviel,” Dean repeated. “We’re being hunted by an angel named Stu? Seriously? Fucking Stu?”

Brittany smiled at him, while Sam threw him a less welcoming look.

“Dean. Not the point.”

“Lemme talk to him.” Y/N had been silent the entire time, and when she finally spoke up, her voice was near breaking.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how to get in touch with a-”

“Not him. My dad. I want to talk to him.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t. Pamela said Bobby felt like it was too dangerous, that the angel may be watching him somehow. He didn’t want to lead him to you. I-I’m sorry.”

“Paranoid son of a bitch,” Y/N sighed.

“What’s our next move?” Sam directed at Y/N and Dean, attempting to keep the conversation on track.

“Try and figure out who we’re up against I guess,” Y/N answered.

“Great. Research. We just finished a damn case.” Dean pouted.

“I think you’ll live.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Look, I’ll go to the library, they had a pretty decent archives section. You guys can stay here and see what you find online.”

“Leave the cannolis.” Dean chuckled, in a thick New York accent. “Take the gun.”

“Dean. No.” Y/N sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in aggravation and sheer exhaustion.

“It’s like The Godfather, but I want him to leave the pastries and…”

“No, I understood what you were doing there...just no.” Y/N smiled and turned to Sam. “Reconvene for lunch?”

“Deal.” He gave her hand a squeeze before grabbing the keys to the Impala. “Call if you find anything.”

“I’d like to help,” Brittany spoke up as Sam was walking out. “If I can.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Y/N said.

“I know, I’d like to though. I can at least help you get started.”

“Extra set of eyes never hurts.” Dean nodded. “Here, you can use Sam’s computer. Basically just look for any kind of lore you can find on this Stuviel. We’ll weed through it.”

“Ok. I should be able to handle that.” Brittany sat in the chair Dean pulled out for her. “I’m pretty good at Google.”

Dean sat on the small couch and propped his feet on the table, while Y/N settled against the headboard on the bed.

Four hours later, Y/N had been asleep for nearly an hour.

“Dean? Can I talk to you for a minute?” Brittany asked softly.

“Uh, sure.” Dean stood and gently took the computer from Y/N’s lap. “Yeah.”

“Maybe we should go outside?”

“Ok.” Dean held his arm towards the door, “After you.”

Once they were outside,, he shut the motel door and looked at Brittany expectantly.

“Bobby wants to speak to you.”

“What? I thought he couldn’t bec-ah that was bullshit huh? What a Bobby move.”

“It was. Well, mostly. We don’t know for sure, there could be some risk involved.” Brittany sighed. “When Pamela contacted me she kept it very short, just in case.”

“So how will I know when you’re him? Is there a signal? You just gonna pull on your ear three times or do I say ‘Action!’?”

“Do you ever shuddup boy?”

“So no signal then. Alrighty.” Dean’s face betrayed the sarcasm in his voice. It was Bobby, well, the words anyway, a man who, with the exception of a very few others, meant more to him than anyone ever had. A man who he’d always known he’d speak to again, just never like this.

“We ain’t got a whole helluva lot of time, so just listen. This ain’t your fault. I know that your default is to jump in and claim responsibility for anything and everything in your orbit - damnit Dean! I said shut up and listen to me. You gotta pull your head outta your ass. You’re her best shot at making it. Always have been.”

“I don’t know about that.” Dean smirked.

“Well I do. I’m so damned proud of you, you got no idea. Two of you are good for each other.”

“How about not constantly almost getting her killed? Getting her dad killed.”

“Oh, I think she’d find plenty of trouble even if you weren’t around, and you didn’t get me killed, son. You weren’t draggin’ me anywhere.”

“This,” Dean waved his hand in front of Brittany. “Is, uh, very disorienting. I gotta say old man, death did you some favors.”

“Quit changin’ the subject, idjit.”

“Heaven made you soft.” Dean grinned. “How are you really Bobby?”

“I’d still kick your ass boy. When the angels fell made it easier to go between Heavens so I see everyone. Ash is still nuts, Rufus is still a pain in the ass. Miss you knuckleheads though.”

“Yeah, you too.”

“I damn well can wait for you to join so don't go doin’ anything too stupid. I can live with just watching over you for now.”

“Well that’s not creepy at all.”

“Shuddup. Y/N doesn’t need to know we ever talked, it’d be too hard on her, that’s why I said we couldn’t even try.”

“Alright, yeah.”

“Take care of my girl, Dean.”

“Always.”

“Take care of yourself.”

Dean shook his head, that request wasn’t so easy to grant. “Bobby?”

“I’m sorry, he’s gone.” Brittany whispered.

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a-fandom-life-for-me · 6 years

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Lazarus Rising 4x01

I want to beat the hiatus blues with some SPN throwback so let's play an ask game (as tagged by @ain-t-bovvered ).

I will watch the first 2 suggested random SPN episodes that are left in my ask. I’ll answer to you with my commentary on it.

@castiel-saved-me-from-myself challenged me to watch 4x01 “Lazarus Rising” which is honestly THE episode where I crossed over from “this is a good show” to full on fandom obsessed. Coincidently this is also the episode I discovered I have a massive wing kink so thanks a lot Maria for exploiting that 😆

Ok here we go…

Oh right dean was in hell, that was a horrible deathscene.

How is dean so calm? Like, waking up buried alive islegit my biggest fear

Zombiieeeeeeeee lol jk

Thirsty dean!!!! Boy he just doesn’t know how thirsty yet;)

Holy perfect abs batman!

The HANDPRINT!!!!!!!!!! *SQUEALING*

Of course he gotta grab that busty Asian beautiesmagazine….

But clearly Cas don’t approve… *high pitched ringingsound*

DEAN THAT’S YOUR FUTURE BAE TRYING TO TALK TO YOU *gross sobbing*

Dean trying to call bobby who gives zero fucks lol

BOBBYYYYYYY

Dean: “you’re the closest thing I have to a father” *more gross sobbing*

Surprise holy water to the face is never not funny

Bobby: “What do you remember?” Dean: "Not much…" *mr fizzles thinks you’re a liarrrrrr*

HANDPRINT AGAIN

Hey there future Mrs. Padalecki!

Pizza men lol *whispers* foreshadowingggg

Sam. Is. Ripped….. holy shit I forgot how thick he was inthis season

“Hiya Sammy” awwww

Bro hug! no waIt, denial first… THEN bro hug, theWinchester way.

Awkward Gen lmao “are you two like… together?”

Sam: “Oh wait you probably want this back” IT’S THE SAMULET (where the heck is that thing now?)

Dean calling his baby sweetheart and getting mad at Sam for putting in an iPod dock is the most Dean thing ever

Dean: “Where’s Ruby?” Sam, casually shrugs: "Dead or in hell.“ *Mr fizzles thinks you’re a liarrrrrrrrr*

Pamela!! ugh I loved her, that crazy bitch is my spiritanimal

The sexy banter is strong with this chick. Strong like that gun show she is sporting in that tank top. I am not a lesbian but hotdamn!

Handprint again!!!

And we finally get our overlord’s name: Castiel

Noooooooo there goes Pamela’s eyes.

Pamela is blind and the boys just go out for pie? Uh, ok Iguess.

Oh shit, Demon Diner

Demon: “What makes you so special?” Dean: “I like tothink its because of my perky nipples.” Finally something truthful. Yes Dean,you have some beautiful nipples. I’d like to see them more often. Just asuggestion…

Dean bitch slaps a demon and basically drops the mic “that’s what I thought, roll out Sammy, here’s some cash for the pie.” Never mind that’s the most Dean thing ever.

Dean” “We’re dealing with a bad mofo here.” lmao no honey you’re dealing with a softie lil angel

Where’s Sam sneaking off to?

Castiel tried to talk to dean again, only this time there’sa mirror above a bed?! *cough* foreshadowing* cough*

Bobby comes to the rescue but like, why isn’t he affected? Plot hole…

Sam: “I’m getting a burger.” Dean: “Bobby and I are getting beers.” But no one is doing what they say and it’s just Oprah screaming “you get a lie, you get a lie, EVERYONE GETS A LIE!”

Sam is back at demon diner where all the demons have had their eyes burnt out and waitress demon says “I could smell your soul half a mile away” and now I’m really super intrigued. What does a soul smell like???This is gonna keep me awake at night now.

Oh right demon blood addict Sammy with his demonbanishing powers. That was bad but it was also pretty damn BAMF.

Hello again Future Mrs. Padalecki! Or should is say RUBY*GASSSSP*

The barn all covered in symbols oh shit here we go!!!!!!

I am honestly shaking I’m so excited…..

Ugh random Sam and Ruby scene…

Ok back to the barn, HERE we go…

Rumbling… omg omg omg omg

Dean: “maybe it’s the wind.” No Dean ITS NOT THE WIND

SPARKS

DOOR

IN HE WALKS ALL GLORIOUS IN TRENCH COAT AND SPARKS AND BLUE EYES AND…. SEX HAIR

“I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you fromperdition.” FUCKING ICONIC

Dean gets all stabby but the “aww that’s cute” look onCastiel’s face when he pulls out that knife slays me.

The first time he says Dean’s name in that deep, celestialrumble of a voice… Dean didn’t stand a chance.

“I’m an angel of the lord.” He says completely casually like NBD.

I love how they cannot take their eyes off each other

“You have no faith.” Finally some truth… heartbreakingtruth.

YAS WINGSSSSSSSSSSSS *incoherent screeching*

Dean: “that was you talking? Next time, lower the volume buddy.” Poor Castiel he looks so sad, someone give him a hug.

WAIT it gets worse…

“Some people can perceive my true visage, I thought youwould be one of them.” You can see the moment his heart breaks a little. Ugh mine broke too. Again. Every time.

Holy tax accountant lol poor Jimmy. If that’s what Dean thinks a tax accountant looks like then where can I find one? That sex hair is just… uhhhhhhh

Awwwwwwww :3 we have our first confused puppy head tilt

But its to ask, “Don’t you think you deserved to besaved?” aaaaaand now my heart broke again.

We have work to do…. CUE SUSPENSFUL MUSIC oh boy get ready for it guys, you have quite an eventful 9 years ahead of you!!!

Thanks for that roller coaster trip down memory lane @castiel-saved-me-from-myself

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themanicgalaxy · 3 years

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SPN 7X7 The Mentalists

This Week has been ABSOLUTELY dfa;os'ias, I am Tired, and my schedule is WACK, but

eh...I think I need an episode here, comfort shitshow here we go

ah yes angsty Sam

ah a medium

ouija board

man literally nothing good happens on a ouija board

there is science somewhere in there

huh what was her reaction

what was that face

sir the important papers?

this is not going to go well

uh oh

vengeful spirit?

oh god why are you ANGERING THE SPIRIT

oh boy actual spirit signs

HOLY SHIT THE PSYCHIC IS FUCKING DEAD

he's stealing a car? huh?

he looks so disgruntled

THE FUCKING RADIO

AHAHA HE FOUND A JOB THROUGH SHITTY RADIO

bruh where's the Impala, isn't the impala always with Dean?

I was gonna say they should call Cas and then I remembered :(

ah he notices the lil know..fake psychic stuff

ooo vibe

he's gonna say something incredibly out of pocket isn't he

BEN ACKER AND BEN BLACKER WROTE THIS AHAHAH

this is a fun themed cafe tbh

"special of the day: you" LMAO

ah hippies

DEAN'S FUCKING FACE

LMAO SAM'S WORKING THE SAME JOB

Sam's gonna be a lil bitch about this

I miss Pamela

I miss Missouri

WHERE IS SHE

"virile manifestation of the divine"

DEAN'S FACE

HE'S SO PRESSED THAT SAM DOESN'T CARE

...it is a little bit like Sam cares too little and Dean cares too much

"we're not the winchesters, lmaooo we get that a lot"

"we're completely harmless" LMAO

"energies" "completely gentle"

what the actual fuck is going on

"I'm Russian, I can spot the law"

THIS IS HILARIOUS

ooo a necklace that passes down the next of kin through fake psychics? interesting

"he broke my spoon" he's so huffy

they're literally both so huffy

"It's an honest living"

S I R WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR JOB IS

ah she's a profiler

body language

"I've got a open mind"

oh they're FUN tho

she's also a nonbeliever like he was, but they both kinda read people? I think?

Sam sorry bud ur third wheeling gain

"we did NOT know"

b r u h can you maybe chill

THE SIMULTANEOUS BADGE RAISE

bruh EVERYONE CAN READ THEM LIKE A BOOK THIS IS HILARIOUS

like yes I know I'm supposed to find this sad, but it's so funny how they're like "oh we can work together and bury things" AND THEN EVERYONE LITERALLY READS THEM LIKE A BOOK AHAHAHAAAA

ah man not the Russian

oh god not the fork

oh god nonono

I SWEAR TO GOD SINCE WE CAN ACTUALLY SEE IT IT'S EVEN MORE GRUESOME NOW

OH GOD NO PLEASE CUT AWAY

WHY DIDN'T THEY CUT AWAY

WHAT THE FUCK

OH MY GOD

I have no idea what the hell the tone is supposed to be anymore

"agEnT bouRNe"

"chest full of cutlery" lmaooo

"it's either this or los angeles" (in terms of policing)

they're both different kinds of cynical ha

they stopped talking like FBI agents

his FACE aHHH

self recognition through the other yada yada

is lily dale really like this

wait HOLY SHIT THEY ARE APPARENTLY LOTS OF PSYCHICS

"I hate this town" of COURSE YOU DO DEAN OF C O U R SE

this is not sarcastic it's literally everything he would hate

"family is a pain in the ass anyhow" LMAOOO

"thank the spirits" Ma'am this is a wendy's

"now will that be cash or credit"

it really must be lucrative

huh oh there we go vision of death

ah accent gone

and she called the girl, who brought Dean

they're all kinda phony

ah the camera

there we go caught on camera

ah chokes from behind

two am huh

oooo and she gives people visions of their death interesting interesting

heh sibling acts

the costume design is really cool though, honestly the concept is kinda cool

lmaooo ham fisted "sibling acts never work"

...the campbells

ah they were gay

DEAN YOUR FACE

bro the adr in that one bit sucks

lMAO THE PARALLEL

"no magic powers(full of crap) but took care of her younger sibling with Magic" aka Dean and Sam

ELLEN?? TELLING HIM NOT TO BE STUPID?

THANK GOD FOR FUCKING ELLEN I LOVE HER

"you lied to me and killed my friend" ok finally mention her

bruh and you didn't kill Sam

"That's what family does, the dirty work"

he is kind of acting like a dick though

AHAHA THE BAD SIBLINGS HAVE TO DIG

what if one warns and the other doesn't

Dean doesn't want the powers lmao

DAMMIT I THINK SHE WAS WARNING YOU

Always the fucking lighter

that was a fun design though

aw they're vibing that's fun

aw she'll stay with her

uhhh

SHIT YEAH THEY DIDN'T KILL HER

THE SALT

HOW ARE YOU OUT OF SALT

AH THE IRON

ah yay dies right in front of her

ah of course Dean hug

good sis bad sis

aw he's mad he killed an innocent ghost

they really focus on Dean I swear to god

ah the questioning

she was smiling ah jesus christ

ah they're doing it in the morning

ah the juicy lighter

ope bones are gone

the headliners of a specific carnival?

top psychic dogs

ah it's her next of course

ah sand circle

"does it hurt 'em"

"never thought about it"

OH AND HE ACCEPTS IT BECAUSE SHE'S ALSO A SKEPTIC

Ah here we go

find the bones before she kills them

this is like genuinely creepy tho

ooo vibes

ah a gun

OO TRAINING

"I hate when they do that" LMAOO

ooo the dual monologue

real thing isn't pretty or entertaining ok

"I can't pay my rent"

Is...is there a cultural appropriation thing in there

he missed

wasn't Sam also a psychic

ah the yellow teeth

ah JEEZ

bro poor Melanie jesus

"he was boning her"

it was right there

THIRD WHEEL SAM YA BOI

heh she got him

"I wish I had better weeks

bruh his eyes are SO GREEN wow

wow one episode to get over Amy huh

no Dean is not ok

"ever since cas, I'm having a hard time trusting anybody" UH

"we're poster kids of functional family life"

SIR

1. horror. Ok here's the thing. It's less vibe-y, but it's clear as day, it really drives home the mundanity of the horror. Like it could happen to anyone is the thing, and since the thing is bright, lit normally, it drives it home. Seriously I think the horror(when done well) works better.

2. Dean and melanie. Listen. He understood her bright-eyed questions and considered them better not because she was hot(let me have this) but because they were both skeptics. Like bright eyes without the bright eyes, yk?

altho third wheel Sam lmao

3. concept. Listen the concept of a cursed locket, but then it's the sister ghost and then the other sister was really fun! like it was an actual mystery, and lily dale itself(being a town of frauds, Dean feeling like fraud, Sam having to be the one that confronts the real psychic) was excellent, I liked that concept.

they were annoying as shit to deal with tho.

4. reading people! I just like that the whole idea was based on reading people(something neither of those fuckers can do) and how they, with the lies and repression, were uncomfy with it. I thought that was neat.

5. the cultural...appropriation? Like it kinda reads as "I wasn't as Flashy or Palatable so I starve and everyone else gets to be fine and profit off of what's fake versions of mine. Like..you can make the reading. The way it was done makes me uncomfy, but also that's a kind of real reading.

6. Sam(and Amy?). IT felt like Sam forgot about the fact that Amy was his friend and was more angry that Dean lied to him. But his lil Huff was in character and made sense for Anger Issues Winchester.

7. Dean's spiral(CAS). Dean's guilt spiral and trust spiral literally after Cas? Like the man is fucked, Ellen from beyond the grave is trying to tell him to shut up, and it's basically...entirely hinging on Cas and his feeling of doubt and insecurity there.

Bro I'm sorry but what the fuck even when he's not here he's here

#pawswatchesspn #7X7 The Mentalists #I mean decent episode #but fuck this also felt really good #this really is my fucking comfort show #good lord

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melinda-whitlock-winchester · 5 years

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Jason Vorhees Vs Team Free Will

N: I know it has been awhile since I uploaded anything. Sorry about that, writers block is an absolute bitch.

I don't own anything but really wish I had Dean in my basement, tied up.

DPOV

"Hurry the fuck up guys! I don't know what is behind up and I don't want to find out! I screamed as Cas and Benny.

I have no idea how long we have been in Purgatory but I'm not how much more of this I can take. This THING has been chasing us for what seems like forever. No matter how far I think we are ahead, this damn thing seems to be in front.

"Dean! Benny is no longer behind us!" Cas screams sounding winded. I look behind Cas and Benny is no longer in sight. I start walking back to see if I can find him when I hear Benny scream in pain.

I take off in the direction of the scream, only to get there in time to see what looks like a huge freak of nature with a machete take Benny's head off. The man the turns toward me with what looks like a potato sack on his head.

"Dean, the portal is right up ahead. We need to leave, NOW!" Cas screams at me. I look up the hill and see a glowing light shaped like a circle. I take one last look at the monster, but he is already gone.

I take off at a run towards the mountain and start climbing it as fast as I can. When we get halfway up is when I hear a twig break to my left. I look to see what it is, thinking that maybe Cas had fallen, only to see a machete coming at my face. I duck just in time to see the sparks fly from the metal of the blade hit a rock.

"Jason!" Cas calls. The monster turns his head towards Cas. While he was distracted, I kicked my leg out a tripped him. As he fell, Cas and I reached the gate. We both stood there for a brief second, looking at the only way home.

"Cas come on!" I shout and grab his arm. Just as we start to walk through the gate, Jason grabbed us, and we all fell through together.

As we went through the portal, we landed in the middle of nowhere. I stand and look around, Cas is still on the ground, Jason is nowhere to be found. I walk up to a tree and dust of the sign, all it says is, "Welcome to Camp Crystal Lake."

I grab Cas by the arm and we start running again. Everything is starting to look familiar and I start to realize where we are. Dad had an old hunting cabin here, that we used to hide out in when the cops were getting a little too close. We run into the cabin and see Sam there, drunk out of his mind, with sigils, runes and everything else on the walls.

He was laid out on the old plaid couch, passed out with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. His eyes start to flutter as he lifted his head up and finally sees us. He slowly sits up and crosses th room.

"Dean? Cas?" Sammy says. I give him a small nod and smile as I cross the room and give my little brother a hug.

"I hate to cut this family reunion short, but we have a huge problem." Cas says, looking out the window and then closing the curtains.

"What the hell was that thing?" I ask, grabbing a beer from the fried and drowning it.

"Not what, Dean, who." Cas says, sitting down on the couch. "That was Jason Vorhees. He drowned in that lake in the 1980's while the counselors where messing around and not paying attention. His mother, Pamela, went on a murder spree and was killed by a counselor. Somehow, Jason didn't really die and went on a rampage himself, killing campers and counselors, nothing could stop him. When he was "killed" he would go to hell and put on the racks. Nothing worked, and he always found his way out. I am not sure how he ended up in Purgatory, but he is back here now and free to kill again."

"Are you telling me that we just unleashed a demon that even hell can't contain?" I asked. For the first time in a very long time, I feel real fear. Cas just looks up at me and nods.

"Great job guys." Sam says while he opens his laptop and starts doing some research. I always wonder how he gets interne t out here.

"How do we kill it?" I ask Cas.

"That is the thing, no one knows how to kill him. Every time someone kills him, or so they think, he comes back stronger." Cas stands up and looks out the window again.

"Son of a bitch." I say, throwing my empty beer bottle against the wooden wall. "What do we do now?"

I am pacing the room when I hear Sam get off the phone with someone.

"Ok, so get this. I called Garth because I had no idea where to look or go with research. There is a spell we can do to kill him dead, but it is a hell of a spell." Sam tells us.

"What do we need?" I ask, rubbing my face.

"We have everything we need right here. Blood of an Angel that has rebelled, blood of a fallen righteous man, and blood of a human with demon blood in his veins. Throw all that into a bowl with the water that killed him. After we do all that, mix and throw it on him and finally, stab him with both and angel blade and demon knife." Sam reads off like it is a grocery list.

"Jesus Christ, no wonder no one has killed him. No one has ever had all the elements in one place." I looked at my brother and Cas. I don't know how this is going to end, but it is going to be a hell of a ride.

"One last thing, the angel blade and the knife have to be dipped in the mixture or else it will not work." Sam explains.

"Awesome." I say as I down a glass of bourbon. I look start looking for a bowl to put the components in. When I find one, we stand around the table, each of us cutting into our palms and bleeding over the container.

"How far is the lake from here?" I ask no one in particular. Before I can get an answer, I hear angel wings flap and Cas is gone and back again with a coffee mug of water. Cas pours the water into the blood-filled bowl and stands back as fire shoots from the bowl.

"Well, I guess dinner is ready." I said with a smirk. I investigated my brother and Cas' face, they didn't think it was so funny. With a shrug of my shoulder I dip Ruby's knife into the concoction and Cas does the same with the Angel Blade.

After we make sure we have everything, we head out the door for the fight of our lives.

We head out towards the lake and look around for Jason, he is nowhere in sight. Now, I have seen enough horror movies to know that splitting up is a bad idea, so we get bright idea to use bait, and guess who lost paper, rock, scissors… That's right, me.

So, here I am, standing at the entrance of Camp Crystal Lake just waiting.

"Jason! Come on out, you ugly son of a bitch. I know you are out there. I look to my left and Cas is hiding behind a tree, the Angel Blade at his sit ready. Sam to my right, behind the cabin with Ruby's knife.

I hear a twig snap in front of me and Jason walks out, staring at me with his head tilted to the side.

"You are one huge, fugly mother fucker, you know that? I bet your mother got called that all the time." I smirk at him. He starts walking towards me, the burlap sack that was on his head is now replaced by a beat-up hockey mask.

"Don't like people talking about mommy? Well, your momma so ugly, look at you! I bet when you were born, the doctor slapped you and her." I grinned. I instantly regretted it as he stalked up to me, grabbed me by the throat and lifted me eye level. Now, I am not a short guy, but this mother fucker was HUGE.

I grab the jar of blood and water from inside my jacket and smash it against his head. He drops me and stagers back, dropping his machete. I dive for the machete and I get back handed against a tree.

Sammie runs up behind Jason and sticks the knife into his back. Jason hit Sam and sent him flying. He hit his head on a branch and got knocked out. Cas appeared right is between Jason and I only to get grabbed by the throat and lifted up, dropping the blade.

As Cas tries to pry Jason's hands from around his neck, I crawl over to the blade and stab Jason in the stomach.

He drops Cas and Looks down at the weapon that is protruding from his torso. His eyes turn red and his skin begins to smoke. He lets out a demon yell and bursts into flames.

I look at Cas that and he is rubbing his neck, Sam starts stirring and lifts his head.

"Did we do it? Is he dead?" Sam questions.

"Yeah Sammie. We did it."

"Good." Sam says and lays on his back, looking up at the sky.

We did it, we killed what we couldn't be killed. I wonder what we will get into next.

AN: Another one bites the dust.

Later's baby!

#spnfandom #spnfanfic #fanfic #fanficiton #supernatural #teamfreewill #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel

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ruined-by-destiel · 7 years

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Lazarus Rising

Summary: How differently would things have gone if Dean remembered Cas from hell? Rewrite of episode 4x01 “Lazarus Rising.”

Words: 3,024

Dean x Cas

Warnings: none

Notes: I was wondering how the episode might have gone if Dean could understand Cas’ true voice, and this happened. There are some holes where I didn’t go into certain areas of the episode and changed some things, but other than that the plot stays the same for the most part.

Black. That’s all he saw when he opened his eyes. His breathing was heavy as he searched his pockets for the lighter he always carried with him, flicking it a few times before it lit. His heartbeat quickened as he realized he was enclosed in a box, trying to find a way out.

“Help.”

His voice was quiet and hoarse from lack of use. He pounded on the board above his head.

“Help!” He pounded until he broke the board and dirt came raining down onto his face.

Dean took a deep breath of fresh air as he emerged from his grave, pulling himself up out of the dirt. He looked around, taking in the scene before him. All around him, in a perfect circle, a pile of dead trees knocked over by some huge force.

He walked down an empty road until he reached an abandoned gas station. He pounded on the door, hoping someone was inside.

“Hello?” His throat strained from the dryness, and after pounding the door some more, he decided no one was there. Wrapping his flannel around his fist, he broke the glass and unlocked the door, walking inside. Immediately, he spotted the fridge and grabbed a bottled water, downing it instantly. Seeing a newspaper rack nearby, he headed over and grabbed a paper, reading the date: September 18th.

“September.” He set the paper back down, heading to the bathroom and washing his face in the sink. Looking in the mirror, he examined himself for any signs of the hellhound attack. Nothing. Something shows beneath the hem of his left sleeve. Wincing, he pulls the sleeve up and exposes a bright red handprint branded on his arm. Frowning, he pulled his sleeve back down and left the bathroom.

Dean grabbed some snacks and energy bars from the shelves, along with some bottled waters. Heading towards the cash register, he begins to take some of the money when the TV on the counter next to him flicks on. He frowned as he shut it off, only to have the radio on his right turn on.

Demons.

He rushed to grab some salt from the shelves and immediately began to salt the door and windows. A high pitched ringing noise filled the air. He kept pouring the salt until the ringing was too much, dropping it and clutching his ears in pain. It felt like his eardrums would burst when suddenly, the ringing stopped. Cautiously, he removed his hands from his ears and looked around for any signs of danger.

“Dean Winchester.”

Dean’s head snapped up, looking for the source of the voice. Was it a person? It didn’t sound human. But something about it was oddly familiar.

“Dean Winchester.” There is was again, this time more insistent.

“Hello?” Dean called out. “Who’s there?”

“The Righteous Man has been saved.”

He frowned. “What? Who are you?”

“Castiel. We have work for you.”

“Work?” Dean threw his arms up in exasperation. “What work?”

Silence. Whatever it was, Castiel, it was gone now. Dean shook his head and grabbed his things, heading outside. He found a payphone and tried to call Sam, but the line had been disconnected. He called Bobby next, but the older man wasn’t about to believe that it was really Dean. Sighing, he exited the booth, and noticed a dusty old car parked nearby. Hotwiring it, he started on his way to Bobby’s.

After confronting Bobby and convincing him he was really back, the two of them tracked down Sam to a motel in Pontiac, Illinois. After facing a similar ordeal with his brother, Dean got Sam to realize that it was actually him. He waited by the end of the bed as Sam said goodbye to the girl who had been with him, staring him down as he walked back in.

“So tell me, what’d it cost?”

Sam smirked. “The girl? I don’t pay, Dean.”

“That’s not funny Sam. To bring me back. What’d it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?”

“You think I made a deal?” Sam looked from his brother to Bobby, the latter nodding his head.

“That’s exactly what we think.”

Sam scoffed. “Well, I didn’t. I wish I had.”

Dean grabbed his brother by the shirt. “Don’t lie to me! I didn’t want to be saved like this!”

“I’m not lying!” Sam was getting angry now, breaking apart from Dean’s grip. “You were in hell for months. For months and I couldn’t stop it! So I’m sorry it wasn’t me, all right?”

Dean’s expression softened. “It’s ok, Sammy. You don’t have to apologize. I believe you.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Then what are you doing here?”

“I was checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here yesterday morning.”

“When I busted out.” Dean ran his hand over his face, mumbling to himself. “Maybe that’s who it was.”

“Who what was?” He groaned. Sam could hear everything.

Dean sighed. “After I broke out, I found an abandoned gas station I fueled up at. All of a sudden there was this, this ringing sound, just piercing through my ears. And then it just stopped.” He looked straight ahead, staring at the wall. “And then I heard a voice, someone saying my name. And something about a Righteous Man and having work for me.”

Sam walked up to him. “Work? What kind of work?”

“Hell if I know. Went radio silent after that.”

“Any idea what it was?” Bobby spoke up.

“Castiel.” Dean looked up, locking eyes with Sam. “He said his name was Castiel.” He frowned, then looked back down. Sam furrowed his brow.

“Dean?”

The older Winchester just stared at the wall, racking his brain for the mysterious voice that was all too familiar.

“Dean. What is it?”

He sighed. “I think I know him.”

Soon after, they were on the road again. Bobby knew a psychic a few hours away, and they thought they might give it a shot and see if she was hearing anything on the other side. Dean was still trying to figure out where he had heard that voice before, getting more and more upset. He started up a conversation with Sam, trying to get his mind off of it.

“There’s still one thing that’s bothering me.” Sam turned to look at his brother. “The night that I bit it- or got bit,” he laughed at his own joke, his brother rolling his eyes, “how’d you make it out? I thought Lilith was going to kill you.”

“Well, she tried. She couldn’t.” Sam sighed. “She fired, like, this burning light at me, and… didn’t leave a scratch. Like I was immune or something.”

“Immune?”

“Yeah, I don’t know who was more surprised, her or me. She left pretty fast after that.”

Dean nodded and bit his lip. “What about Ruby? And have you been using your, uh, freaky ESP stuff?”

Sam shook his head. “Dead, for now. And no.”

“You sure about that? Well, I mean, now that you've got... immunity, whatever the hell that is... just wondering what other kind of weirdo crap you've got going on.”

“Nothing, Dean.” Sam huffed. “Look, you didn't want me to go down that road, so I didn't go down that road. It was practically your dying wish.”

“Yeah, well let’s keep it that way.” Sam looked out the window, conversation over. Dean turned back to the road, the silence dragging him back into his thoughts. He remembered hell, all of it, even if he wouldn’t tell his brother or Bobby about it. It was something about hell and that voice but just… He sighed deeply. They needed to figure this out, and soon.

They pulled up to the small house a few hours later and knocked on the door. A woman in her thirties opened up and upon seeing Bobby, broke into a wide smile.

“Bobby!” She pulled him into a hug, then turning to the brothers. “So, these the boys?”

Bobby nodded. “Sam, Dean, this is Pamela Barnes, the best damn psychic in the state.”

They exchanged greetings and Pamela looked over Dean. “Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back into the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual.”

Dean gave her a flirty smile. “If you say so.”

She smiled at the three of them. “Come on in.”

They followed her inside and towards a room in the back.

“So, you hear anything?” Bobby got right down to business.

She shook her head. “I Ouija’d my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your boy out, or why.”

“So what’s next?”

“A seance, I think.” She pulled out a large black tablecloth covered in symbols out of a cabinet. “See if we can see who did the deed.”

“You’re gonna summon the thing here?” Bobby asked, shooting Dean a concerned glance.

“No, I just wanna get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal.” She turned to Dean. “Bobby said this things’ got a name?”

“Yeah, uh, Castiel.”

“Good.” She took a seat at the table, motioning the others to do the same. She lit six candles in the center of the table. “Take each other’s hands. And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched…” Her hand slid up Dean’s thigh.

“Woah!” Dean jumped, embarrassed. “Well, he didn’t touch me there.”

Pamela smirked. “My mistake.” Dean pulled up his left sleeve and exposed the handprint. Pamela lay her hand on it and closed her eyes. “Okay.” She took a deep breath.

“I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.”

Her TV turned on to static. “I invoke, conjure, and command- Castiel?”

Dean’s head snapped to Pamela. “That’s him? You got him?”

She frowned. “It’s whispering to me, warning me to turn back.” She continued to chant, as the table began to shake violently. The ringing began again.

“Maybe we should stop.” Bobby looked worried.

“I almost got it.” Pamela continued on chanting, the ringing getting louder. All of a sudden it stopped. Dean looked around, but Sam and Bobby still looked pained because of the ringing. But Dean could hear the voice loud and clear, just like in the gas station.

“Turn back. You must stop. You do not know what you are doing. Turn back. You must stop.” The voice kept repeating the same warnings while Pamela chanted before it cut off, and suddenly Pamela was screaming, her eyes burning with a white hot flame. She fell from her chair, Bobby at her side in an instant, telling Sam to call 911. She was conscious, but when she opened her eyes there were just two black, empty sockets.

“I can’t see!” She sobbed. “I can’t see!”

Dean heard Sam in the other room on the phone, and in the back of his head, the voice came again.

Bad things happen to those who do not obey.

Dean sat in a small diner, giving his order to a waitress. She walked away as Sam sat at the table, talking into his phone.

“You bet.” He hung up and turned to Dean. “Pam’s stable and out of ICU.”

“And blind, because of us.” The older Winchester paused before deciding to speak. “I heard him again.”

Sam shot up, looking at Dean. “What?”

Dean sighed, drumming his fingers on the table. “While Pamela was invoking him, I could hear him. Telling her to turn back. And then after- well, after, he said bad things happen to people who don’t listen.”

“Huh.” Sam sat back. “Well, we still have no idea what we’re dealing with. But I sure as hell wouldn’t want to find myself face to face with it.”

“Actually, I was thinking, with the right mumbo-jumbo we could summon him. Bring him right to us.” The waitress brought over Dean’s pie and he thanked her.

Sam stared at his, wide-eyed. “You’re crazy. Absolutely not.”

“You got a better idea?” Dean angrily stabbed his pie and shoved a forkful into his mouth.

“Well, I followed some demons to town, right? So we go find them. Someone’s gotta know something about all this.”

Dean chewed his pie unenthused, appetite gone. “Yeah. You go do that.” He got up and threw a ten on the table, walking out of the diner.

Later that night, Dean is asleep on the couch when the TV flicks to static, the radio turning on as well. It wakes Dean, who looks around and sees that Sam is asleep in bed. He sits up and braces himself for the high pitched ringing, but it never comes. Instead, there is silence. The TV clicks off, as does the radio, and Dean thinks that’s that. He’s about to lay back down when he hears Castiel in his head, his voice deep and commanding.

We need to talk.

“You’re doing what?” Bobby’s voice is laced with sleep, obviously annoyed that Dean would wake him at this time of night.

“Just going out for a beer. Need to get my mind off some things. Just don’t you or Sam worry if I’m not back by the time you get up, I’m fine.”

“Alright, boy. Just one thing.”

“Yeah, Bobby?”

“Don’t you ever wake me up this early in the morning again, idjit.” And with that, he hung up.

Dean tossed his phone to the passenger seat, pulling out Ruby’s knife from his jacket pocket. He examined it before putting it away again, speeding through the night.

Dean finished spraying a large symbol on the floor, taking a step back to admire his work. The walls floor, and ceiling of the old, abandoned warehouse are covered in similar symbols, traps and talismans from every faith on the globe, courtesy of some books of Bobby’s. He walks over to a table where he has iron, silver, salt, stakes, and guns laid out, and takes a deep breath.

“Time to ring the dinner bell.”

He walked to another table with a small bowl in the middle, took a pinch of dust from it and threw it in another, larger bowl. Smoke began to rise from it, and he began to chant in Latin.

At the end of the chant, he tossed the book to the side and gripped Ruby’s blade in one hand, gun in the other. He waited for a few minutes, but nothing happened. Frowning, Dean looked back at the incantation, re-reading it.

“Maybe I didn’t do it ri-”

He was cut off by a loud rumbling noise. The roof began shaking and rattling, threatening to come apart. Dean ran to the end of the warehouse, holding up his gun at the ready. The doors suddenly burst open, a tall man wearing a trenchcoat walking in. Dean gaped at the figure.

Castiel.

As he walked towards Dean, the lightbulbs above him shattered and sparked all around him. Dean finally brought himself back to reality and began to shoot silver rounds, but Castiel carried on walking, unfazed. He finally stopped a few feet away from Dean, watching with an expectant gaze.

Dean gripped Ruby’s knife and suspiciously eyed him.

“Who are you?”

The man lowered his head slightly and stared at him with an intensity that almost made Dean crumble. “I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.”

“Yeah, thanks for that.” Dean lunged in and plunged the blade into the man’s chest. Castiel looked down, amusement spreading across his face before pulling out the knife and dropping it on the ground. Dean’s heart began to race and he took a step back. Castiel looked up at him with a serious look on his face.

“We need to talk.”

Dean swallowed nervously.

“Who are you?”

“Castiel.” He continued to stare, his facial features giving away nothing as to what he might be thinking.

“Yeah, I figured that much. I mean what are you?”

“I’m an angel of the Lord.” He tilted his head to the side slightly, squinting his eyes at Dean. “But you already knew that.”

Dean scoffed. “There’s no such thing. And how the hell would I even imagine that?”

A look of sadness crossed the angel’s face. “You have no recollection of your time in hell?”

“No. I mean,” Dean shook his head. “Maybe. Why do you care?”

Castiel straightened up, serious once more. Suddenly lightning flashed and Dean’s eyes widened at the sight before him. Coming from the angel’s back were large, shadowy black wings, stretching across the length of the warehouse. Another flash of lightning and they were gone again, just like that.

Dean blinked a few times, processing what he had just seen. But why wasn’t he as surprised as he should be?

“So. Angels are real.”

“But this should not surprise you.” Castiel frowned again, taking a few steps forward so that he was face to face with Dean. “You really don’t remember?”

“I…” Dean couldn’t think straight with the angel staring into his eyes like that. “I don’t-” His eyes. A brilliant blue that he somehow knew. He gasped, and it came back to him in a wave of remembrance.

Dean, torturing souls as they were delivered to him, feeling nothing as he cut into them. And then a light. A light form descending into the depths of hell, reaching for his broken soul. A strong hold gripping him tight as they ascended into the skies. Steady hands piecing him back together, piece by piece, perfecting his being once more. Words of unknown origin flowing from the figure’s mouth, soothing the tortured man as he was brought back to life. Blue eyes staring back at him, the last thing he sees before being engulfed in darkness. Blue eyes that now stared back as hope creeped into them, a smile beginning to form on his face as the Righteous Man remembered.

“Cas.”

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Confrontation part 3 of The Inevitable

Summary: There is a discovery about Y/N at Pamela’s and Dean meets the creature that pulled him out of the pit.

Category: soulmate!AU, canon divergence,

Warnings: swearing

Word count: ~2000

part one, part two

Bobby knows this psychic named Pamela, he says she’s the best so we decided that it was a good idea to see if she could help, because God knows we need it. We stepped up on her porch, with me a step or two behind the boys and all of the very tall men sufficiently hid me. It’s not like I was hiding on purpose it’s just that I don’t know most of the men there, I mean I only really know Dean and it‘s been years since I’ve seen him, it’s just not my place to be in the front. So I held back, watching the very tall men in front of me knock on the door. A woman opened it with a smile on her face.

“Bobby!” the woman, who I assume is Pamela, says before she pulls Bobby into a hug, I share a look of surprise with the brothers.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes!” Bobby laughs into the hug before he pulls away.

“So, these the boys?” she asked expectantly, “and the girl?” She leaned her head until she could fully see me. I awkwardly smiled and waved in response.

“Sam, Dean. This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state,” Bobby announced proudly.

“Hey,” Dean flirted, as usual.

“Hi,” Sam said a little awkwardly.

“Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual.”

“If you say so,” Dean chuckled.

“Come on in,” she gestured inside.

“So, you hear anything?” Bobby questioned.

“Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits. No one seems to know who broke your boy out, or why. But I don’t know why you are asking me when you got a pretty powerful empath right here,” she called over her shoulder as she lead the way inside.

“What do you mean?” Dean questioned.

“Well, your girl here has some power,” she commented.

“Uhhh… come again? You wanna explain..? Cause I can’t be… I’m just a med student,” I challenged.

“I hate to break it to you, but you’re more than that. You, my dear, are an empath. You’ve got power coming off you in waves, girl!”

“Ok. let's, just for a second, say you're right. What exactly is an empath?” I cautiously asked.

“Alright, well, for starters, empaths can range from having barely any power to having more than most creatures. But that all depends on the person. Empaths can usually tell when something is wrong with someone, especially if they already have a strong connection with them, and they can tell when someone is a demon,” Sam stands up a little straighter and gives me a look. “And they generally just know things: the ones I have talked to usually says its just a feeling they get, until they learn how to hone it a little better,” she explained.

“Ok? That all sounds fine and dandy but I still think you're full of crap,” I argued.

“Well, either way, I’m right,” she declared.

“So what's next? With Dean,” Bobby interjected.

“A séance, I think. See if we can see who did the deed, but I‘m gonna need empath girl over here to help,” she answered.

“You're not gonna... summon the damn thing here,” Bobby grumbled.

“No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal,” she said while poking Bobby in the stomach as she walked past him.

“I'm game,” Dean said, I nodded my head and we all followed her into another room. Pamela spread a black cloth with symbols on a table and then bent down to get something from a cabinet, revealing a tattoo on her lower back.

“Who's Jesse?” Dean commented.

“Well, it wasn't forever,” she laughed.

“His loss.”

“Might be your gain,” she flirted as she walked back to the table. Dean turned to Sam and I and lowered his voice.

“Dude, I’m so in,” he whispered excitedly.

“Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive,” Sam scoffed.

“Oh, you are so out of your league,” I laughed.

“Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it,” he said cockily.

“You're invited too, grumpy.” she winked at Sam.

“You are NOT invited,” Dean says to Sam while I try to stifle my giggles. We all gather around the table and take our seats, it now has candles in addition to the black tablecloth.

“Right. Take each other's hands.” I take her hand and Sam’s, “And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched.” She reached down under the table and slid her hand on Dean’s thigh.

“Whoa! Well, he didn't touch me there,” he said nervously.

“My mistake,” she said and Dean slowly took off his top layer to reveal the handprint on his shoulder.

“Okay. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle.” The TV in a corner started to fritz with static as she continued, “I invoke, conjure, and command... Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy.”

“No! Stop! Whatever this thing is, it’s powerful!” I shouted.

“Castiel?” Dean asked.

“Its’ name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back,” she says as the table starts to shake and the static gets louder. “I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face!” she chanted.

“Maybe we should stop,” Bobby said.

“No shit! This thing is dangerous,” I agreed.

“I almost got it. I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now!” The flames from the candles suddenly shoot up and Pamela starts screaming, her eyes fly open and white flames fill them. When she collapses the flames go down and the static cuts off.

“Call 911!” Bobby shouts as he catches her, Sam runs into the other room to get the phone, both Dean and I rush to Pamela’s side.

“Hey, shh. Keep your eyes closed. Don’t talk. Sam is getting help,” I crooned.

“I can’t see, I can’t see. Oh, God, I can't see!” she screamed.

“Sammy! Ambulance?” Dean pleaded.

“Soon, they’re on their way,” he answered.

When they got there and she was in the ambulance, we all piled into our cars and followed it to the hospital. We weren't about to let her deal with this alone. Once we got there the doctors told us it would be a few hours because she had already been taken to surgery.

“So, empath, huh?” Dean asked while the four of us sat there in the waiting room.

“Apparently…” I mumble and run my hands through my hair as I curl up my body into a ball in the waiting room chair.

“How did you know it was so powerful?” Dean asked while rubbing my back.

“I could feel it, and I could hear it. The static was its voice, I don’t think it’s evil, though. It was telling her to stop, I don’t think it meant to hurt her,” I leaned into him and put my head on his shoulder.

“Hey Y/N, it’s not your fault, we all tried to stop her,” Dean comforted.

“She’s a stubborn one,” added Bobby. We sat and waited for a few hours before we left to find a motel to crash in for the night.

That night the brothers and I got a room and Bobby decided to stay at the hospital with Pamela for the night. We pretty much immediately crashed once we got there. The boys took the beds and I got the couch because I was the smallest, by a long shot. A few hours later Dean woke me up because the static was back, the TV and the radio were both on and making noise. It kept getting louder and louder until it sharpened into a voice: I can hear Castiel. Dean, on the other hand, was still holding his hands over his ears and screaming and the glass was shattering all around us, but I could hear a voice.

“DEAN WINCHESTER. I AM THE ANGEL CASTIEL. DEAN WINCHESTER. I AM THE ANGEL CASTIEL,” it kept repeating.

“Castiel! Stop! Shut up!” I shouted at the ceiling with Dean in a ball at my feet, “you’re hurting him! Stop!” I kept shouting until Bobby bursts into the room and the noise started to die down. When Castiel was done doing whatever it was he was doing we realized that Sam was gone, and he took the Impala. The three of us got into our cars and I started to follow Bobby’s not knowing where we are going until we got to the random barn in the middle of nowhere.

“Umm, guys? What are we doing here?” I asked once we got out of our cars.

“Bobby and I are going to summon the son of a bitch so we can kill it,” Dean said matter of factly.

“Dean, are you sure she should be here for this? I mean she’s not a hunter,” Bobby cautioned.

“I know that. But she’s here and she is going to stay with us. I’m not leaving her alone with that thing on the loose.”

“Fine, let’s go set up inside. And I still think this is a stupid idea,” Bobby grunted as he walked into the barn. Dean and I followed and grabbed the duffle full of weapons, which really should freak me out more considering I don’t think I’ve ever been this close to that many weapons. But I seem ok with it, maybe this is what I’m meant to do. Who knows.

Once we’re inside Dean and I set up the weapons and Bobby painted symbols all around the barn.

“That's a hell of an art project you've got going there,” Dean commented.

“Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe. How you doin’?”

“Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife. I mean, we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of.”

“This is still a bad idea,” Bobby contested.

“Still fuckin stupid,” I agreed gesturing emphatically.

“Yeah, Bobby, I heard you the first ten times. What do you say we ring the dinner bell?” Bobby nods and sprinkles something into a bowl and chanted some latin. And we waited. And nothing happened.

“Are you sure you did the ritual right?” Dean asked

“Yes, I’m sure. Dumbass,” Bobby growled.

“Oo, little bit touchy there huh?” I teased, and Dean chuckled and then the wind picked up and the building started to rattle.

“Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind.” Dean dryly joked before the lights flickered, and I felt the same thing I felt at Pamela's house, a very strong presence, then the doors burst open to have a very attractive man walk in.

“Who are you?” Dean challenged.

“I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition,” the man, who I assume is Castiel, said in a deep gruff voice.

“Yeah, thanks for that,” Dean deadpanned. He ran at the man and stabbed him with the demon knife. It did nothing, much to all of our surprise. Castiel raises his hand and Bobby passed out, he looked mildly surprised that I did not also pass out.

“We need to talk alone, Dean,” He said in his deep voice. “She needs to go too.”

“Hell no, I’m not going anywhere,” I said while checking Bobby’s pulse to make sure he was ok.

“What are you?” Dean asked forcefully.

“I am an angel of the Lord,” Castiel answered.

“There’s no such thing.”

“This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith,” Castiel announced as lightning cracked in the room and the shadowy outline of his wings projected onto the barn doors behind him. They continued on this way for quite a while before Castiel vanished with a flutter.

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