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amispnrewatch · 3 years

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SPN 1x06 “Skin”

Okay, I’m gonna try to type while I watch this time instead of forgetting this blog exists until the episode is almost over.

You can tell the footage for the previously on segment was saved on a VHS copy instead of the original film that the show was shot with because even in the HD iTunes version I have it looks low quality as fuck. And jumpy in the way that brings me back to my teens watching the WB all the damn time.

I love this song. WTF is this song. Shazam says “Good Deal” by Mommy and Daddy. I… have no comment, except that it sounds like everything I was listening to in college at the time this shit was airing.

Aaaaand not!Dean turns around to face the SWAT team after obviously torturing some woman. THAT is a cold open.

I wanna know what that car is in the background. It’s pretty. Maybe a convertible Impala? They have similar grills. This is not at all important.

Also, I love that with these higher definition versions of the episodes you can see that Sam’s email is lawboy and whatever dot com and that people in the fandom have started calling him Law Boy. It’s hilarious.

DEAN: Well, what exactly do you tell ‘em? You know, about where you’ve been, what you’ve been doin’?

SAM: I tell ‘em I’m on a road trip with my big brother. I tell ‘em I needed some time off after Jess.

DEAN: Oh, so you lie to ‘em.

SAM: No. I just don’t tell ‘em….everything.

DEAN: Yeah, that’s called lying. I mean, hey, man, I get it, tellin’ the truth is far worse.

SAM: So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life? (DEAN shrugs.) You’re serious?

DEAN: Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can’t get close to people, period.

Aaaaand now I have Dean and Cassie feelings again and we haven’t even gotten to her episode yet.

SAM: No, man, I know Zack. He’s no killer.

DEAN: Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you.

Aaaaaand now I have Dean and Lee feelings and we’re nowhere near Lee’s episode in season 15.

YOU JUST BLEW THROUGH A STOP SIGN DEAN WTF.

Little Becky. Oi with the reusing of names.

Of course Sam made friends with a bunch of rich kids while he was at college in a desperate attempt to try to be normal.

SAM: You know, maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack’s house.

DEAN: We could.

REBECCA: Why? I mean, what could you do?

SAM: Well, me, not much. But Dean’s a cop. (DEAN laughs.)

DEAN: Detective, actually.

I love that Dean was like “how dare you call me that.”

Okay, after a bit of research, I totally want to take a day trip to Bisbee, Arizona, but it’s already in the 90s here in the desert and it’s not even May so that trip is going to have to wait until… winter or something. There is no way in hell I’m going deeper into the desert when the weather gets hotter.

It’s a historic mining town tourist trap looking place now which is exactly the kind of shit I love.

SAM: Bec, look, I know Zack didn’t do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he’s innocent.

I mean, not technically, technically you would 1) NOT FUCK WITH A MURDER INVESTIGATION YOU’RE NOT LEGALLY INVOLVED IN BECAUSE ANYTHING YOU FIND WOULD BE INADMISSABLE IN COURT 2) find evidence to provide a reasonable doubt for the jury that he did commit the crime. You know, like a lawyer would need to do, Law Boy.

DEAN: I just don’t think this is our kind of problem.

When I made my husband watch this show with me (he’s seen it all at least once now over the years) this is the recurring thing that drove him crazy.

You guys can’t even go in through the back door? Or shut the front door behind you? Really?

REBECCA: (tearfully) Well, there’s no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in.

Yeah, that doesn’t even really mean that she knew her attacker. Just that it was someone she let her guard down around or got in some other way. See: The Son of Sam and Nightstalker, etc.

Love the pinup magnet on the fridge. I’d throw shade at that, but I have a pinup magnet on my fridge too so… pot kettle and all that.

Okay, both people in the next couple are gorgeous.

And oh wow those special effects changing eyes… wow.

This poor couple. I feel so bad for them in this episode.

How… how are the police gonna explain the way he was able to beat himself over the head with a bat??? I…

I love that 5:30 in the morning on TV is clearly like… 10 AM.

Okay, this is a really unrelated point, but the graffiti on the dumpster here reminds me of the Teen Wolf fandoms use of the name Void!Stiles when Stiles Stilinski was possessed by a Nogitsune… I just spent way too long digging through YouTube and my Tumblr tags from back when those episodes were airing looking for a few specific videos and couldn’t find them. The TL;DR reason I bring it up here is goofball, bi-coded main character guy getting possessed by an entity set on destroying the people he loves. SOUNDS LIKE THIS EPISODE AND A WHOLE LOT OF SPN RIGHT. I love that all these monster hunting shows call out to each other.

This scene haunts me years later and I don’t even WATCH Teen Wolf. I just watched the fandom on Tumblr collectively lose it’s shit then tripped down a Hale Pack fanfiction rabbit hole.

ANYWAY

Back to Supernatural, a show that also treated its fan base, cast, and characters like garbage! Huzzah!

DEAN: Well, there’s another way to go—down. (They look down and notice a manhole.)

I’m gonna be mature and ignore the double entendre there…

But I love that Dean thinks of the world in 3D. Which sounds like a dumb statement to make, but this is honestly a good example of that in action.

SAM: I bet this runs right by Zack’s house, too.

Really Sam, sewers run by houses? SO WEIRD. I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESSED.

DEAN: You know, I just had a sick thought. When the shapeshifter changes shape—maybe it sheds.

SAM: That is sick. (DEAN puts the bloody pile back on the ground.)

Guys, there is a WHOLE ASS EAR in that pile of yuck you’re looking at. I think it’s pretty safe to assume the shapeshifter indeed sheds its skin like a snake. A much… gooier snake.

Sam’s friend is rightfully pissed at him for fucking with the crime scene.

This is before the pearl gripped guns?! Wow. I never noticed that before.

Also, this whole episode gives me feelings.

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Cool. Tumblr mobile ate a whole section of my notes on this when it crashed for NO APPARENT REASON. Love that.

It always boggles my mind that actors can trust the people they’re working with enough to let people “tie” ropes around their neck or put them in actually dangerous positions in a scene.

SHAPESHIFTER: He’s sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home. With Dad. You don’t think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. Where the hell were you?

SAM: Where is my brother? (The shapeshifter leans in close to SAM.)

SHAPESHIFTER: I am your brother. See, deep down, I’m just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak. And sooner or later, everybody’s gonna leave me. (He backs away.)

SAM: What are you talkin’ about?

SHAPESHIFTER: You left. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me, too. No explanation, nothin’, just poof. Left me with your sorry ass. But, still, this life? It’s not without its perks. (He laughs.) I meet the nicest people. Like little Becky. You know, Dean would bang her if he had the chance. Let’s see what happens. (He smiles and covers SAM with a sheet.)

This exchange is just… so much. So many feelings. And I will forever (unless we magically get a fix-it fic mini season someday…) be SO MAD that none of this got resolved in that pointless, trash heap of a finale.

REBECCA: Okay, so, this thing—it can make itself look like anybody?

SHAPESHIFTER: That’s right. (She chuckles.)

REBECCA: Well, what is it, like a genetic freak? (The shapeshifter laughs.)

SHAPESHIFTER: Maybe. Evolution is about mutation, right? So, maybe this thing was born human but was different. Hideous and hated. Until he learned to become someone else. (REBECCA looks around, uncomfortable. The shapeshifter’s eyes glint silver, and he smiles.)

It always amazes me how much of this show is a pile of accidental queer allegories parading around in an ill-fitting toxic masculinity suit.

Vulcan mind meld! I love nerd!Dean. Also, I’m rewatching Star Trek: TOS with my husband, because that is what my life amounts to these days, rewatching comfort TV and flailing over the bits I love.

This post does a better job than I can do of pairing up screen caps with the dialogue of this next scene. SIX EPISODES IN. They’re dumping all of this character depth SIX EPISODES IN. FUCK THIS SHOW FOR NOT EMBRACING ITSELF.

Okay, I love that he screams back in her face after he threw the phone. It’s not something to laugh at because the situation is horrifying, but I can’t help laughing at it every time.

AND THE WAY THEY CUT THESE SCENES. Going from him winding his hand back to backslap her directly to him dropping the chains on the table to show how hard he must have hit her without actually making the actors hit each other. Good job editing department!

I… don’t understand the shifter’s motivation for killing people. If he can take over people’s identities without killing them, why kill them? Is it just because he’s a homicidal, rapist piece of shit? Cause that’s all it seems like.

How did the SWAT team even know she was being attacked? Why can the snipers aim no better than Storm Troopers?

Ugh, these kind of transformation body horror scenes are exactly why werewolf stories have never really appealed to me much. Like, I could do without watching your ribs move and teeth fall out, dude.

BUT.

THIS FUCKING SCENE.

I looked up the song that’s playing over shapeshifter!Dean being caught by the SWAT team and then going through the grotesque transformation. (And as far as I know, the iTunes version has the original music from the episodes.)

It’s a song called “Mary” by The Death Riders

Who's your mother, who's your mother here boy // Who's your mother, whos your mommy dear // Who's your father, who's your father here boy // Who's your father, who's your daddy dear

Silently screaming // Where everyone knows // Daddy's always watchin' // Where everywhere - everywhere I go

I don't wanna be a freak show pretty boy anymore // I don't wanna be a full time slave // I don't wanna be your midnight cowboy anymore // I just want to be Mary

This is… a fascinating choice. Here are the rest of the lyrics. The song as a whole has a weird incesty kinda vibe to it? Kinda like when SPN tries to straight-wash itself and misses the mark wildly. (Like Dean’s male siren episode.)

The midnight cowboy line reminded me of 12x11 and the bull riding scene with “Broomstick Cowboy” by Bobby Goldsboro playing over it

Dream on, little Broomstick Cowboy, // Dream while you can; // Of big green frogs, // And puppy dogs, // And castles in the sand.

For, all too soon you'll awaken; // Your toys will all be gone. // Your broomstick horse will ride away, // To find another home. // And you'll have grown into a man, // With cowboys of your own. // And then you'll have to go to war, // To try and save your home.

And then you'll have to learn to hate; // You'll have to learn to kill. // It's always been that way, my son; // I guess it always will.

Because, you know, why not add tons of feelings into the lyrics, right?

Props to the people who can embrace their rewatches and reclamations of the show with ease. Because every episode seems to remind me of how hollow and tragic Dean’s ending was and I just… struggle all over again.

Anyway, back to the episode so I can move on with my day.

REPORTER: An anonymous tip led police to a home in the Central West End, where a S.W.A.T team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white male, approximately twenty-four to thirty years of age, was discovered hiding in her home. (A sketch of DEAN appears on the screen.)

DEAN: Man! That’s not even a good picture. (SAM looks around cautiously.)

SAM: It’s good enough. (He walks away.)

DEAN: Man! (He follows SAM.)

(CUT TO: Alley. DEAN and SAM are walking. DEAN steps into a puddle.)

DEAN: Ugh, come on.

I love that we get two tiny little back-to-back vanity moments for Dean here. One commenting on the sketch artist rendition of him being broadcasted on the news and the other tripping in the puddle. There is literally someone running around the city trying to kill people while wearing Dean’s face, but Dean is still concerned with how he looks appears to others. He’s still concerned with keeping up his own performance. The shifter left him with just a t-shirt, so he doesn’t even have his usual comfort layers on and at any moment someone could spot him and call the police or try to kill him for assaulting Sam’s friend. His life is wildly out of control in that moment and the only thing he can try to focus on is his appearance (something semi-controllable) and finding the shifter before any of that other shit can happen.

One day I want to put together a like top 10 episodes focusing on / explaining each TFW character from the series. Like the kind of list you could show someone who’s never seen the show, but has OPINIONS about the characters (or who hasn’t seen the whole show and seen the growth they went through… you know, like the people responsible for the travesty of 15x20). This episode would be on that list. I’m not sure how I could manage to make a list of only 10 episodes to understand Dean Winchester by, but eh.

SAM: What are you gonna do to me?

SHAPESHIFTER: Oh, I’m not gonna do anything. Dean will, though.

SAM: They’ll never catch him.

SHAPESHIFTER: Oh, doesn’t matter. Murder in the first of his own brother? He’ll be hunted the rest of his life. (He picks up a sharp knife and examines it.)

Speaking of season 15 in general, this right here. This was Chuck’s villain story arc thesis statement. AND THEY DROPPED THE GODDAMN BALL WITH IT. I think that’s the thing that honestly pisses me off the most these days (about 5 1/2 months from when the finale aired) is that they tried making the whole thing a tragedy but did such an awful job with it that it just ended up like a deflating condom balloon at a dive bar concert. Disappointing and gross. The finale for season 14 set them up SO FUCKING WELL and it just… didn’t get there.

Becky’s parents are gonna be pissed at how torn up their house is after all this shit…

And you’re not shooting him when you first see him strangling Sam because…?????

I like that he took the necklace back. Also, is this kinda Dean death number .5 of the show? Like it wasn’t him but it was also kinda him. Eh.

At least they left the windshield on Baby this time. Reflections are better than tearing her apart.

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ennui-gt · 3 years

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Here it is. A Piece Of Borrower Content Written Entirely In Stream Of Consciousness:

AN: so this is incomplete and very…needs revisions to the timeline to incorporate some things I added later! It’s the original universe that Mira’s from! I edited it like Slightly to just change Ross’s name to Ross (if u see Max anywhere that’s his old one I just felt like changing it so that’s just him but different. Anyway) Everything's under the readmore tab, cheers!

The Library Fairy:

Basic Plot (Chrono, comic starts from human perspective abt the ‘legend of the library fairy’ ig maybe. Nothing here is permanent cept the characterization)

Part A

1- Mira is borrower currently chillin in a college library

2- She lives off of the cafe on the second floor nd reads lots and lots of stuff about everything when the upper floors close (lower floor open 24/7 but upper floors r vacant p much after 12:00 AM)

3- she starts getting increasingly curious about human stuff cos she’s literate nd books r pry neat

4- it starts one night when she spots an unattended notebook and a half eaten blueberry muffin, nd it’s 12:30 so nobody’s coming back in atm (it’s the 80s so no laptops for the plebians quite yet)

5- so she goes ‘welp’ nd takes part of the muffin, then sees the work on the page and goes ‘hmmmm this is incorrect’ so she helps our and leaves notes here n there to point the kid in the right direction and puts down some book refs for further study bcos at this point she’s been there for 2 years and she knows where most things are

6- she stays behind to see if the human comes back for it, hidden in a hidey hole near the desk

7- human comes in, sees notebook, practically melts w relief nd stuffs it in his bag

8- next day human comes back nd leaves nother notebook and a cookie, along w a hidden camera

9- Mira goes ‘o boy, this a trap, innit’

10- Mira then decides ‘eh whatever I haven’t had contact w anyone in years now so I might as well’

11- she steals the camera film nd leaves a lil scrap of paper saying ‘nice try ;)’ on it

12- student comes back, sees paper, goes ‘dammit’, then leaves note addressed to the ‘library fairy’ and another cookie, as well as more of their work for her to help with

13- bout a decade goes by and now the “Library Fairy” is an urban myth, it’s currently 2003 so she’s also wound up on the school’s unofficial Wikipedia page under ‘local cryptids’

14- most library employees know of her but they don’t go looking out of fear stemming from superstitions bout her, somehow the legend grew from ‘can’t be photographed’ to ‘a student once saw her and died that day’

15- there’s now a small shrine devoted to her where ppl bring offerings hoping to get good grades in return, sometimes they will leave papers for her to proofread nd stuff

16- new prof (named Alexei) finds online article thinks he Knows What’s Up bcos he had a borrower friend as a kid, but they left when borrower’s fam found out about them knowing each other

17- he leaves note wedged in one of her secret entrances behind outlet, asking if she can meet w him at some point

18- Mira, already In it, goes ‘Okay. Alright. This has gone on for long enough. Time to go and never return’ but ofc she’s curious as all hell and like she decides she will at least honor the guy’s request for a convo b4 she goes, but on her terms and w/o speaking face 2 face

19- they Talk in the library after hours, bcos he paid off the janitor to let him stay after hours nd most of the student employees recognize him as a prof nd leave him alone

20- they talk again for every subsequent night

21- she uhhhh finally decides to reveal herself nd prays that her hunch was right nd he won’t try to grab her or anything

22- he doesn’t but she’s nervous so she winds up gettin caught in her own climbing rope like idiot, is now dangling from ceiling in tangled mess

23- he stifles chuckle nd she says smthn sarcastic

24- he moves closer and offers to untangle her

25- she’s like ‘please’

26- so he do, but her grip on the rope slips nd he has to catch her

26- so now she’s in his hand and he just sets her down and now he’s a bumbling embarrassed mess bcos he said he wasn’t going to hold her and he just did and o dear pls forgib him

28- nd she’s like ‘dude u just saved my life it’s fine ur fine chill’

29- internally she’s going HOLY FUCK AAAAAAA but externally, her human’s already worked up enough as it is so she’s gotta b the level headed one

29.5- after a while they both kinda get used to each other more, he gets tenure, they celebrate, some more stuff happens, Aleksei got married (not to Mira, Mira hasn’t actually rly thought about being in a relationship w anyone cos she’s laser focused on gaining as much knowledge as possible)

30- eventually Alexei’s like ‘hey so I’m dean of faculty for the biotech branch now uhhhh would u like actual job teaching students? Cos, uh, you can do it remotely thru online lectures n stuff, no in person interaction, and I uh was just kinda wondering—‘

31- she’s like ‘yes. Yes!!! LET ME HELP PEOPLE OFFICIALLY KINDA’

32- so now she’s a professor, and has revealed her Secret a few times here n there to a number of the faculty, nd she has recorded her own findings in a personal journal

33- ‘humans will treat u like a human if they think ur human first. The kids call it ‘catfishing’’

34- enter Ross, an mall goth who accidentally tripped headfirst into a premed program

35- Mira’s favorite field of study is bio so naturally she’s his prof for a majority of his classes

36- being the good boy that he is, he now knows Mira’s secret. There is an Entire Chapter on him finding out and legit just continuing their conversation as if everything was normal bcos he thought that was how he was supposed to handle the situation

37- then she says ‘u can ask questions, u know’ he’s like OH THANK FUCK CAUSE I HAVE SEVEN HUNDRED OF THOSE

38- and now he kinda knows what to look for in terms of ‘do borrowers live here check yes or no’

39-in his apartment, the answer is yes and he mistakenly kinda stumbles upon the mom one night when he wakes up in the middle of the night for Snack and opts to pretend like its not happening. Unfortunately the thing she was trying 2 borrow (piece of crumb cake for Son Boy’s birthday) is the thing he wants 2 eat so he’s like “uh. ‘Scuse me, ma’am.” and he peels back the saran wrap on the other side of the plate, takes piece, nd then leaves some there for her

40-so now the woman is like ‘welp guess it time 2 Leave’

.1- she and husband Talk

.2-they decide it best 2 go

.3-theyre Packing

.4-lil bab Ellie confused

.5-hawk attacke

.6-cut to Ross

41- Ross also happens to work at a bar and he goes outside for a break

43- he finds smal child—smol smal—on the sidewalk and said child is missing an arm, nd has lost a lot of blood, so he’s uhhhhh Losing It highkey

43.5-parents r nowhere 2 b seen, but the hawk is nearby and circling. Ross gets an idea of what just happened

44- he up and leaves work, thankfully his apartment is above the shop so he jumps up the fire escape w the child and

45- he make tourniquet

46- he calls Mira nd asks her 2 come over to ASAP. he’s A Mess at this point

47- it is Very touch and go, kid needs blood, Mira is the only viable donor so she’s just gotta pray that the blood type is fine and won’t kill him

48- and then eventually they manage 2 stave infection thru antibiotics properly dosed to his size, Mira does Math and Prays basically

49- ‘bout a month in, kid wakes up

50- kid doesn’t rember much since he’s only 3

51- hes v scared of Ross at first but over time he gets used 2 the human

52- kid (elliot) starts 2 call Ross ‘dad’ after a while

53- Ross: *internal screaming but in a good way*

54- the end kinda for now

Part 2

A- New Borrowers In The Building

—three of em. paranoid dad, mom, nd daughter that’s Elliot’s age so he’s pumped

B- Elliot offers them a place 2 stay briefly

C- he knows by now bout like, how borrowers don’t typically interact w humans and Auntie Mira’s a bit of a weird case so he just doesn’t tell em bout his dad being the human

D- the kid finds out first nd doesn’t tell the parents, but they figure it out later kinda and think that it’s a ‘o god he’s being kept as a pet’ sitch so they’re >:| abt it

E- they move out and try to take Elliot w them (by force bcos they think he’s brainwashed) but he escapes and makes it to Ross, who’s like “uhhhhhh”

F- and the mom come out the hole near the counter n starts yelling at Ross, who is…kinda used to it since Mira brings in ppl who need help from time 2 time and they typically don’t react well when they’re lucid enough to understand what’s going on. He’s just not used to being questioned about his own kid

G- so they’re like “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING WITH HIM”

H- and he’s like “r…raising him???”

I- and Ellie steps up and he’s like “this is my dad. I decided he was my dad when I was three. He’s being a good parent”

J- and Ross is like “yeah what he said. I’m a good parent.”

K- Ross is riding that high til the end of fucking time but like back to the story at hand

L- this is when the husband comes out nd is like “lissen. wifey. ily but that is a very big human and he hasn’t grabbed us yet so let’s count our blessings and gtfo”

M- but she’s like “uh no we stay until I’m sure Elliot is Safe and fucking Sound”

N- so they stay for dinner nd stick around a little longer.

O- Val (the kid) gets closer 2 Elliot and also Ross a bit

P- Mira shows once or twice, first time she shows up they’re like “oh god it’s the crazy doctor lady this all makes sense now” (bcos Mira does check up on as many borrower families as possible in her free time so word has got around by now Of her, and the number by which to contact her in case her services r needed)

Q- After a month or so, then they decide to leave bcos they’re like “look we get that ur son is ur son and he only has one arm and in our profession that is kind of a death sentence but we can’t have our kid getting used to dealing w humans who know about our existence” so they go and leave on a kind of sour note bcos Ellie can do anything he wants to do just as well as any other borrower Thank You Very Much and Ross is ready to fite anyone who thinks otherwise

R- Elliot starts trying 2 b more independent, basically from now on he’s like ‘I can do everything my Damn Self Thanks’

S- but uh he does it to a point where he’s going out of the way to endanger himself

T- so they get into a fite about it and ross Yells and Elliot is like ‘kthxbye’

U- and the boi just. Fuckin bolts. Runs Away. Ross is a Mess, he starts smoking again (he quit cold turkey the day he took Elliot in) to curb the depression, he’s jus. Not doin good, worried that his son is dead and the last time they talked it’d ended badly

V- FREEDOM!!!1! Except Ellie doesn’t kno how to take care of himself so it’s a rough month or so and then he runs into some other borrowers livin in their own town in the wild ig, chillin, being hella independent, and he’s like “uh yes ofc I will join u, I was w my dad for a while but.........” he neither confirms nor denies that his dad’s dead but everyone kinda just assumes.

Part 3

W-anyway a year goes by and then the borrower group gets hit hard w some kind of sickness ig. Elliot gets it too he’s basically incapacitated n drifting in and out of lucidity. So. They contact the weird crazy doctor lady who hangs around humans, a.k.a. Mira, and she’s like “oh. fuck. I know this kid.” bcos she does, u kno, and she jus treats em all for their ailment and shows them how to make antibiotic poultice thing in case smthn like it happens again. Mold. Penicillin is basically what it is

X-she and Elliot hav a Chat (Mira basically yells at him a lot) once he’s fixed up and he decides he’s gonna visit his dad but he makes it very clear that he is a Grown Up (he’s not, he’s literally sixteen), and he is living on his own now

Y- he agrees to stay for a week tho since he misses his home a lot tbh and Ross is just. Over the fucking moon to know he’s ALIVE, he’s not gonna fuck up their relationship by insisting that he stay. Or like, by keeping him ofc he would never

Z- unfortunately the borrower community put two and two together and figured out his dad’s human so they have his stuff packed up when he gets back w mira, who’s ready to go the fuck off on them

End 1:

-Ellie is living at Ross’s place atm and hopeful about the future basically. He eventually will go off on his own but he’ll keep in contact w his dad and stuff

Part C.5

55- few yrs later

56- elliot is Adult now he does adult borrower stuff

57- he moves out

58- finds nice borrower gf (her name’s Tess)

59- doesn’t tell her about his dad being human but talks about his dad a LOT

60- so when she asks to meet said father he’s just like “uh. Maybe we don’t do that actually”

61- and she’s like “y tho”

62- and he’s like “bcos”

63- anyway she decides to look into it cos she knows he goes to see his dad nd keep in touch but his dad is allegedly “a recluse who lives in the big scary human’s walls to avoid other ppl”

64- which is. Not true in the slightest tbqh he’s def not an introvert he’s just a workaholic and he Is the big scary human

65- anywho they run into Val and her wife and she’s like “how’s Ross been?” And Elliot is acting Very Suspish so she, being Smart, calls it immediately and is like “oh shit u haven’t told her yet have u”

66- Tess: “told me what”

67- Val: “El’s dad is a human, bro.”

68- Tess: “I’m sorry?”

69- this results in a Big Fight and they separate for like, a month. Elliot blames Val bcos he’s being irrational and doesn’t wanna admit to the fact that lying to his girlfriend for over a year was Real Bad Actually, but over time he’s like ‘yeah it’s my fault sry for snapping at u’ cos he works thru his emotions n stuff

70- Eventually gf comes back cos she’s like “ok so. I understand why you lied to me about your dad. It was a dick move but I do get it and I still care about you a lot. I would like. To meet him.”

80- this is a lie she does not want to meet him she is doing this bcos she does not want to lose Elliot and that outweighs the fear of his dad

81- so they go to meet him but she’s just kinda. Behind the wall at first like “that’s a crazy big human this is crazy ur crazy it’s time to gO”

82- Val is also there bcos she hasn’t seen Ross in a while

83- they eventually coax her out of hiding

84- and by that I mean Val picks her up and drags her out into the open by force bcos she basically freezes up the second she catches sight of Ross and Val’s like “u didn’t come all this way for nothing, bich”

85- they have a Painfully Awkward First Meeting, Tess is trying her best but oh god he’s just too fucking. Larg. Ellie ur dad too big

86- tbh tho the ice kinda breaks after Ellie and Ross get into a fight over smthn stupid (im thinking Elliot grumbles bout Ross’s hair being unruly and he’s worried that mira’s using it like a personal storage system again and Ross is like “I’ve been keeping better track of that actually” and then like a little line of paper clips and a few hand-bound notebooks tied together w some string fall out of his fucking mane and he’s like “I can explain”

87- “dad you can’t keep letting her use your hair like a fucking NEST”

88- Tess is laughing now cos god damn this was not what she was expecting

89- that’s it the end it ends w Tess laughing at them being idiots good times r had by all

Uhhhh that’s it so far. I have More but it’s kinda jumbled rn and I need to fit stuff in places. Anyway.

#was gonna make this into a comic lawl #if I like actually manage to get off my ass over the coming weeks I probably will be able to do that! but yeah #also this was once posted b4 and I deleted it but it’s back now say hellow #Library Fairy #oc: Mira #oc: Ross #oc: Elliot #oc: Tess #oc: Val #oc: Alexei #anyway yeah here it is behold #the uhhhhh most slice of life thing I have ever created

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Dean Winchester Imagine/Preference - After he left you stranded Part 2

Part 1 Dean Winchester Imagine/Preference- He leaves you stranded (Gender Neutral Reader)

I don’t own this gif, but all I know is it’s from tenor.

This takes place a around season 5 and 6 just for reference as to some things said and Castiel makes appearance. Angst/Fluff.

“You fucking asshole! You fucking suck!” Although you felt a little better, you looked like a crazy person to the people passing. You covered your shoulders in hopes to lessen the bumps that textured your skin. You were lost in your thoughts when you collided into a body. You looked up to see, but you were barely able to make out their face. Tears were blurring your vision. You wiped one of your eyes, which gave you enough visibility to make out Castiel. You didn’t even bother wiping the tears and simply asked him, “What are you doing here? Did something happen? Are you okay?”

“What I am doing here is that I heard your cries of distress. Also, I was wondering who you were referring to.”

“Don’t worry, I wasn't talking to god, or you, or some angel...just the world...Me and Dean got in a fight.”

“I did see a glance of that interaction, my apologies.”

”You didn’t mean to...Wait, you came because I was crying?”

”Yes. I was wondering what trouble there could be that would make you cry. Through most of our encounters, you’ve seemed very level headed and calm, so it had to be of importance...Well, I assumed.”

“Sorry to disappoint. It’s just relationship drama.”

“Disappointment doesn’t correlate to me and your situation. It wouldn't make sense.”

“I don’t mean it literally.”

“Ah.”

“I’m sorry. You came for nothing.”

“He left you here. Why?”

“Cleary, he doesn't care...enough...if at all.”

“But, you are in a relationship. Are you not? Why would he leave you here if he cared?”

“Hell if I know.”

“Anyway, it is not for nothing that I came. I can provide comfort.”

“I really don’t need it. There’s nothing you could say.”

“But, you need it.”

“There are more important things...you probably need to get back to your war, right?” He replied with a heavy sigh and the words, “I could use the break.”

“Let’s talk about you. It would make me feel better if you felt a little better.”

“How can I feel better?”

“Just tell me how you feel about the war. How’s the war going? I’m sure that’s a stupid question, but I thought it was better than not asking anything. I know we don’t pay enough attention to you on the personal level...I’m sorry we haven’t been able to help you. I’m sorry you have to kill your brothers and sisters…”

“Thank you...You are the only one whose expressed concern to me…It’s simply terrible at all times.” You put a hand on his shoulder and keep walking. ”So, where are you going?”

“I don’t know.”

“I can take you back to where you were residing.” Castiel reaches forward to take your shoulder, but you move back from him before he gets the chance. He furrows his brows and tilts his head at you. A look of pure innocent confusion.

“No. I will tough it out. If he’s just gonna leave me here, I’m gonna make my own way. I refuse to be helped.”

“Why?”

“For some dignity or pride with a hint of stupidity because it's cold and gonna be a long walk.”

“I could take you to the motel, and you could call it your way. You are exercising your resource, i.e me.”

“No, Cas. I don’t want to take the easy route. He thinks he can control me and make me feel worse? Nope! I’m gonna get there on my own, and he can't say anything. He doesn't deserve the satisfaction. I walk for me and me only.”

“I do not understand. I do not understand your desire to take the difficult path.”

“Sometimes it’s...it’s worth it. The hard way has its moments. Plus, Cas, you shouldn't have to take me.”

“I want to.” A blast of light strikes before it starts pouring rain. You continue on your pace, unwavering.

“Has your plan changed?!” Castiel yelled over how loud the rain was.

“Nope! Well-I think I’m just gonna walk all the way to the motel we were at! Get my things and get out of there!”

“That’s a bad plan!”

“Best one I’ve got! I only have $20 on me, and I left my stuff in Dean’s car!”

“You’re going to get sick!” He says, but it gets muffled by the sound of thunder.

“What?!”

“I said you’ll get sick!”

“So be it! I’ll live!”

“I should head back!” He looked regrettable because he doesn’t want to go. You give him the best smile you can muster and give him a hug along with the words, “Thank you for being here for me although unintentional!”

“I express my appreciation to you asking about me. Hope you have safe travels; however, unlikely I think it is right now!” You laugh a bit at his words. You weren't sure how to respond, but it didn't matter. You never got the chance to as he flew away. You feel a bit better having talked to Castiel. You're thankful for the rain sympathizing with you, and you think you’ve stopped crying. Determined, you walk all night until you get to the motel at about 6:30 am. You were lucky enough to find someone to check you in. With a very hoarse voice, you say, “Can I get the room key for 321 B? I lost mine.”

“I can't just let you in, lady.” He says firmly.

“You saw me come in with those two big guys.”

“Oh. Yeah.” You leave your hand out ready, but he continues to say, “Still...I can't just give it to you.” You reach forward frustrated and grab him by the collar. You take out the $20 from your pocket.

“Listen, bud-You either take my $20 and give me the key, or I take the key, forcefully. Your choice.” He reaches for it desperately and hands it to you. You open the door, and you see both Sam and Dean still asleep. You quietly get your things, and you head back to the clerk. He moves to the wall, scared. You put money on the table.

“Give me a room for one.” He taps uneasily, but does as you say quickly.

“Thank you.” You go to your new room. Immediately, you head for the water and chug it down earnestly. You sneeze three times in a row and wipe your nose. You change your clothes into warmer attire, which ends in pj’s. You get over to the bed and cover yourself in the blankets. You feel some kind of warmth reach your body, but you can't help still feeling cold. You grab tissue next to yours and have to keep blowing mucus out of your body.

“Gret.” You said nasally. “I’m fucking sick.” You shrug and close your eyes as your weak and tired body won’t allow anything else to happen.

No One’s POV

Dean wakes up to being shaken harshly. He pulls out his gun from under the pillow and says, “What?” His eyes meet Sam’s, and Sam asks, “Where’s Y/N?” Dean puts his gun down; After sitting up, he tries to respond before he cuts himself off and remembers everything from last night. “They’re somewhere...”, He says pursing his lips and starts putting his clothes back on.

“Somewhere?”

“Yeah.” He says and puts on his boots.

“What happened?”

“Why are you asking?”

“Clearly, something happened because you won’t give me a straight answer. Where are they?”

“I don’t know.”

“What?!”

“We got in a fight...”

“And?!”

“And I...left them.” He said softly that Sam couldn’t hear.

“What?”

“I left them at the bar.” He said firmly.

“You’re such a dick! Fucking asshole! They're not here! Something could have happened to them!”

“I know! I know…” Dean stood up and looked around the room. His eyes landed on the couch where their bag should be. His mouth became very dry, and his heart panged. “Oh god…” He whispered.

“What?” Sam asked as he looked in Dean’s direction. As Sam came to the same relaxation, he clenched his jaw, and said, “You really fucking suck!” Dean just walked over to his keys on the counter and headed out the door. Sam hurriedly got his jacket and followed after. “Where the hell are you going?”

“The bar.”

“I doubt they're there.”

“What makes you say that?”

“It’s not like they can stay there all night. It was raining last night too. They can't just sit outside the bar like they’re living there.”

“You don’t know. They could've stayed put.”

“They didn’t get fucking lost! And they’re not some child! You left them there! Left your s/o there!” Dean can only clench his jaw and start the car. As they arrive at the bar, they ask anyone around, but no one knows where they’d gone. Dean got back into Baby and he jerked the steering wheel angrily. “Dammit!...” He let out a breath. “Where would they go?”

“Somewhere to sleep?” Sam tells him with a shrug.

“How’s that work?”

“What do you mean?” Dean gestures to the back where their jacket was. Sam picks it up and looks inside of it to see their phones and wallet. “Great! Just great Dean! You left them without anything! There is no way of finding them.”

“Sam, can you shut the hell up?! I know I messed up! I know I'm the fucking asshole that left his s/o stranded in the rain! I’m fucking selfish!-” He stopped for a moment and his eyes became teary. He looked out the window for Sam not to see him, and in a weak voice said, “Something could have happened...” Dean held the steering wheel until is knuckles turned white. Sam looked at him sympathetically and said, “I’m glad you know. Look, Let’s head back to the motel.”

“What?! We can't just-”

“If you were upset enough to leave them, I know they're more upset. They didn’t try to contact me or anyone, so chances are they figured it out...I mean if nothing happened...They’ll probably be stubborn enough to get back on their own. The bar is far from the motel on foot, but they probably walked, D.” As Sam and Dean pull into the motel, Dean paces around in nervousness. Having done so for about 2 minutes, his eyes end up landing on the small frame of someone by the vending machine. He looked down to their shoes to see the wrecked combat boots he’d been seeing for the longest. He basically jogged up. Sam followed slowly in confusion. Dean’s eyes met their face, and he fully ran over to them. He scooped them in his arms. His arms wrapped over their waist.

Your POV

Dean let out a shaky breath and smiled. With teary eyes, he reached to cup your face. You moved away from his touch and took yourself out of his embrace.

“Y/N-”

“Sam, how are you this morning?!” You asked. You were not going to just let him off the hook. While he looked worried, you remembered how unimportant you seemed last night, so you ignored him. In your peripherals, you could see Dean licked his lips nervously.

“Better. Now, that you're no longer missing. We-” Sam replied and was cut off by Dean saying, “Where the hell were you?!” You ignored his worry and responded, “Sam, you didn’t have to worry. I just got another room for myself this time around.”

“We went everywhere looking for you. Glad you're safe.”

“Than-Achoo!” You put your nose on your sleeve. Dean reached over in calmer composure to grab your arm and tell you, “Come on, red nose, we’ll get you better.” You pulled away from him. You looked toward Sam and said, “I’m gonna get myself something warm and sleep a bit more. I had a loooong night.” You couldn’t help being a little shit since you felt it was owed to you for the shitty night you had before. You padded Sam’s shoulder and told him, “I’m gonna head back to my room see you later.” before you left towards your room. With a heavy heart and footsteps, you were in the need to feel some kind of better since being sick didn’t help. When you got into your room, you went into the bathroom to take a look in the mirror. “Oh. I do look terrible.” You turned on the showerhead and walked back into the main space only to see Dean. You gave him one more second until you averted your eyes and resumed ignorance of his existence. You were getting clothes when you heard the shower turn off. You rolled your eyes and were making your way back to the bathroom when Dean blocked your path. You sighed heavily and threw you clothes on the couch. You walked back over to your bed, curled into the blanket and tried to get back to sleep. You felt his eyes on you, but you refused to look at him. You felt the bed starting to dip, and you couldn’t help state, “Don’t.”

“We’ve got to talk…” He said delicately. You sat up and looked at him as he shifted nervously in a way that made you just want to go hug him. Instead, you stayed put and found the words, “Talk.” slipping past your lips.

Part 3 Dean Winchester Imagine/Preference - Making up after he left you stranded (Gender Neutral Reader) Part 3

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Never Do That Again

Request From: @fancat-not-fangirl

Request: Can you write something where the sister reader gets hurt on a case bc she was protecting either Sam or Dean (like she pushed them out of the way or jumped in front of them or whatnot) and then they're super super worried and protective and frantic over her and they're also guilty for letting her come along on the case

Prompt: After begging and begging for the boys to let you in on the hunt, they eventually give in, only for you to get hurt during

Dean: 29

Sam: 25

Y/N: 18

Word Count: 3,268

MY FIRST REQUEST!! Ahh I feel like a true fanfic writer now!!! I hope you enjoy this fanfic!!

"Dean, come on! At this point I'm begging!" You say flinging your arms up. You've been trying days (which felt like years) and Dean wont budge. You constantly asked Sam, and at which point, you bugged him so much he just gave you a "I don't care as long as Dean lets you," And after that, you had your mind set on bugging the hell out of Dean.

You knew the hunt was harder than the simple salt n' burns that they let you come along with, this hunt required backup, which you 100% will be the backup for.

"No Y/N, my answer will always be no, so there's no point in asking," Dean said to you in an irritated tone. 'day three of asking and hes already annoyed?' You thought to yourself. "But Dean, you know that if this turns sideways, you two will get hurt, it'll be easier on everyone if there was three people working this, I can help!" You reply, you know your right and nothing Dean will say will make you any less wrong.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm not just going to let you." "Dean-" "Y/N, no"

Just then Sam walks in and notices you and Dean barking at each other. You turn around and walk towards Sam and quickly clung onto his arm. "Sam said I can!" And just then, Sams entire soul left his body and .2 seconds later he defends himself so hard your head spins.

"What? Y/N I never said that. I said that you can as long as Dean lets you." "Dean PLEASE, What if you guys get hurt, and I'm not there to help you guys? I get that something can happen but with the three of us, it'll be less likely!"

"Dean shes got a point," Sam says looking a little defeated, "Shes been asking for days, if you keep saying no, there's going to be backlash"

Dean wipes his hand over his face, looking increasingly irritated. "I swear if you get hurt, if I see blood on you and its yours, you're never hunting again, got it?" Dean asks you. "So I'm coming?"

Dean looks over at Sam, who just shrugged at him, and he looks back at you, "Go pack up, we leave in an hour," Dean sighs. "Oh my god, yes! I swear you wont regret taking me" You respond, running to your room, "I better not," Dean yells back

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An hour seems like 10 minutes to you, you hunted plenty of times with them, and sneakily by yourself, but none of the hunts were ever this intense. You go outside to see Sam and Dean waiting for you in the Impala.You get inside and apologize for taking so long, and Sam saying that it was alright and no harm was done.

You, Sam and Dean roll up to the motel since it is already after dark and you're guessing Deans on high alert since you came along. You knew that Dean was going to be harder on you, but that just means you gotta show him how strong you are, even if you get hurt, you gotta suck it up and fight hard, make sure you get that smile that you love to get from him and Sam.

Once you guys settle in and get ready for bed, you see Dean at the table on Sams laptop, you didn't mean to stare, it just sort of happened.

You were thinking about every possible outcome, and you knew Dean was thinking the same thing. 'Will I get hurt? Will Sam and Dean get hurt!?'

Sam looked over at you and noticed that you were staring and Dean for a minute that seemed like forever to him, and he smiled at himself.

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You were the first one up, even before Sam, and he usually is up at 6:00am. it doesn't take long for Sam to wake up, "Why are you up so early?" he asks you. "Take a wild guess" you respond with a shit eating grin,. "Wake Dean up, I'm going to get breakfast," Sam says taking the car keys out of Dean jacket.

Sam leaves and you look over at Dean and stare again, you shake your head lightly, 'no stop thinking that.' You walk over to him lightly smack his arm a couple times, "Dean wake up, Sams getting food, come on"

Dean wakes up and looks over at you with the most softest eyes, "What?" you ask. "What time is it?" he asks in a deep, tired voice. "I don't know hold on" You reply, you walk over to the bed stand where your phone is, "Almost 7:30."

"Did Sam wake you up?" He asks. "Nah I woke up myself" you say as you throw your phone on the bed, "You okay?" you ask him. You know hes gonna say I'm fine you know it for a fac-

"I'm fine, are 'you' okay?" He asks

'Knew it'

"Oh yeah I'm good." You look over at Dean again and hes still in bed, but sitting up and looking at you. "Anyways what did you find out on Sams laptop last night?" "Three deaths this week, one two nights ago, and all three of them had hole marks behind their left ears and their brains are practically sucked out, I'm guessing its a-" "Wraith?" You cut him off.

He looks over at you for a couple/few seconds before talking again. "Yeah, how'd you figure that out?" "Dean, I know how to research, not my first rodeo" you giggle after what you said.

Ten minutes later Sam shows up with breakfast and you three eat while talking about what is about to happen.

The hunt was going to last all day, the boys go all FBI, and you stay back and research and look around the crime scene. It was complete bullshit, you knew Dean was being protective but come on, you have a fake ID, might as well use it, but no, you knew he would make you stay behind.

You are wearing your FBI suit just in case you were needed by the boys, you three are at the place where the last murder was, you three are speaking to the mother of the daughter who got killed by the wraith.

"So Mrs.Luke, would there be any reason this happened, did she have any enemies that might have done this to her?" Sam asks. The way her mom looked at him didn't settle well with you. "No I don't think so, he was so well liked by everyone, she was perfect."

"Ma'am, I noticed she tried to leave the house before she died, do you know where she was going to go at one in the morning?" you ask Mrs. Luke.

"Well I- What does that have to do with anything?" She responds, clearly shes quite nervous. "Just answer the question ma'am," Dean quickly adds on.

"Well I was thinking she was going to sneak over to a friends house or something, but now we'll never know..."

'What is she hiding?' you ask yourself, 'Does she have something to do with all this?'

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In the car you three are on the way to the park where the first murder happened. You thought to yourself that there was no way that a wraith can just kill someone out in the open, so it had to be at night where no one was in the park except them and their victim.

You tell them your observation and with a long sigh you add, "Tonight at around two or three am, I'll come out here and just wait around for the wraith to come by"

"Uh, no, hell no that ain't happening" Dean says like hes utterly offended that you'd even think about being bait. "But Dean-" "He's right Y/N, No way you are going to go out there alone, we'll figure something out," Sam says. Sam agreeing with Dean can be the most frustrating thing in the world and vise versa.

"Guys think about it. First murder: 17 year old with long brown hair, Second murder: 20 year old with long brown hair, Third murder: 19 year old with long brown hair, The Fourth is exactly my description, 18 year old with long brown hair, that's me!"

"Y/N, we said no" Sam and Dean say in unison. Dammit they piss you off so much sometimes.

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Nightfall comes around and you three are in the motel, you. You had a plan set in your mind. 'Once they fully fall asleep I'll go out there and kill it myself, that way when they wake up, it'll already be dead before they wake up, perfect!' you think to yourself.

It takes them a couple of hours to go to sleep since they decided to research for a little while, and that kinda of messed up your plan a little, but STILL!!! you already make up your mind and you're going no matter what

They're finally asleep and thankfully you're quiet and your stealth is at max (thanks to training), and you quietly and quickly leave the motel room with the room key and the Impala's keys since you're the only one leaving.

You drive to the park where the first murder happened. You hide your knife in your waistband and get out of the car. You then walk and stand in the middle of the park waiting for the wraith. 'Damn it's cold out' you think to yourself, "I should have brought a jacket.' After your statement you breath in and out and what came out was a frozen type of breath and it startled you to say the least. "Wait what the hell? A wraith doesn't have this type of ability"

"No, honey they don't"

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Meanwhile back at the motel:

"Dammit Dean, Y/N's gone" Sam says fast walking towards Dean. "Yeah she took the damn car too. You know Sam, Y/N's most likely in the damn park we were art earlier today, lets go" "With what car? Think before everything else Dean," Sam says. Sams right, you cant go into battle without some type of plan.

"Sam, were the masters of stealing, we'll just take a car from the parking lot," Dean says as he shrugs.

Sam and Dean roll up to the park and they see you talking to someone they don't know. "Son of a bitch, really? Come on Sammy"

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"What the hell are you and mostly-" You cut yourself off to show her your blade, "Why the hell are you killing innocent people?" That....thing, begins to laugh, but you don't show any emotion but anger.

"Honey, I cant be killed by a flimsy knife that 'that', and-" She gets shot. You turn around to see who shot her and you see one pissed off brother and one worry-full brother, (guess who). "and I cant be killed by gunshots either, sorry boys and girls."

"Well you're one show tune son of a bitch aren't you?" Dean asks. You look at Dean, then at Sam and you see Sam mouthing you to pull back and stand behind them, and knowing you're already grounded for life, you defeated agree.

"Three against one bitch, you're out numbered" Dean says pulling out his large KA1214. 'That's new,' you think to yourself and out of fight or flight response, you pull your knife out too.

Sam whispers quiet enough so the thing won't hear him, but loud enough so you can. "Y/N, What the hell is that?" and you respond with "That's a vampire, but i assume its being controlled by a type of ghost"

"Okay so everyone got their weapons? Fun, let me get mine out too and we can have some fun, huh?" The vampire says as she shows her teeth and pulls out a....'is that a Beretta M9? How uncommon' you think to yourself.

"Bringing a gun to a knife fight? Really?" Sam asks "Why yes, as you see its a 90-10 ratio, I win and you three...well, at least you three will go down fighting, the one and only Cynthia Harness. lets play shall we? Here, I'll go first." Cynthia tries to shoot Dean but he ducks and runs fast towards her, he swings his knife., but she ducks and runs towards the other direction. Sam runs to catch up with her and you look back at Dean and silently say I'm sorry, and you run towards Sam and Cynthia.

"Dammit Y/N, come back here!" Dean yells at you, but you don't comply. Deans staying back just in case there were any more and now its just you, Sam and Cynthia out in probably the middle of the woods behind the park.

You hear two gunshots in front of you. 'Oh god, Sam' you think to yourself, 'what if he's already dead?' "SAAAAAM" You yell, as you're are running faster than you were before.

Finally, you see Cynthia and 'oh thank god,' you see Sam, and he looks like hes okay! "Oh Its you again, hi!" Cynthia says with a big smile waving at you like shes your best friend. "Get the hell away from him" the venom in your voice is clearly visible. "Hmm? Oh him? No dear, you just stand there while I-" She cuts herself off and positions her gun to point at Sam's chest, "Just kill him in front of you, how does that sound?" Cynthia asks while laughing like its a damn game and shes destined to be the winner.

"NO," you scream, you run toward sam and .1 milliseconds after she shoots you push sam and the bullet collides with your left leg. You give out a piercing scream as you fall to the floor and Dean comes from behind and chops off Cynthia's head and its rolls on the ground.

"Y/N! Come on, Dean, let's take her to the car" Sam says has he manages to pick you up and you hold your arm over their shoulders, and you hop on one leg to the car. It was silent, but not as silent as it is in the car, It was deadly silent, A type of silent that was mentally and (for you) physically painful.

"......Dean?" "Not a word until we get to the motel got it?" Dean says with a thick and dark voice. "Dean-" "I don't want to hear anything from you either Sam, no one talks until we got to the motel, okay? okay good" Dean says with the most pissed off look you've ever received from him.

And so the long and crucifying 30 minute drive to the motel was silent added with you wincing, groaning and crying from the pain that bitch Cynthia gave you. Every now and then you look at Dean from the rear view mirror and vise versa with Sam, and Dean doesn't look back, he just looks at the road, but Sam looks back at you and sadly smiles and mouths, 'everything's going to be okay, just hold on, okay?' but you don't smile back.

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Meanwhile at the hotel:

Sam and Dean help you out of the car and into the motel room. "You, sit and Sam, get the damn first aid kit, a wet towel, peroxide, and get me a beer," Dean says to you can Sam. You sit on the foot of your bed and once Dean got his beer and whatever else he needed, he sat next to you and Sam pulled up a chair and sat in front of you.

"Leg," Dean says, and you pull your leg up on his lap (with the help of Sam of course), and he starts working on cleaning the blood, and stopping it from bleeding even more, and Sam gets ready to pull the bullet out and stitch your leg up.

You only trust Sam right now to do the 'dangerous' tasks since Deans still very VERY mad at you, and you're a little afraid he'll kill you himself from sheer anger.

"Y/N-" This time you cut Dean off. "Dean I know, I was being reckless back there, and I could have gotten myself killed, but-" "No Y/N, no buts about it, I knew we shouldn't have brung her, I knew this would happen, and its happened anyway"

"Dean, I've almost gotten shot if it weren't for her," Sam adds. "Oh so what, you're on 'her' side? "Of course not Dean, I'm on no ones side, I'm just saying, give her a break, get angry after theirs a bullet out of her leg, alright?"

Thankfully he agreed, and soon enough the bullet was out and you had stitches in your leg. Dean left a couple of hours ago doing god knows what, but Sam stayed with you and you two laid down and talked for a while

"Don't let Dean get to you, believe it for not, he was just as worried as I was, we still are," Sam says, "Oh and for what its worth, thanks for getting in the way, getting shot in the chest is never a good way to go out." You and Sam both laugh at what he says.

You begin to push yourself up and a shooting pain starts in your leg, and you hiss at the pain. "Fuck," that all that you can handle saying at the moment.

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None of you guys slept that whole night. Dean came back a few hours later after Sam thanked you for jumping in front of him. It has to be about eight or nine am before Sam says out loud, "Alright, I'm getting breakfast, you two don't wait up," and leaves the room.

Now, its just you and Dean. You on your bed, and him on his. You look at him again, and then you look at your hands again. You squeak out an "I'm sorry" to Dean and Dean looks at you.

'I know you are," Dean says to you. He doesn't look as mad at you as he was earlier, but hes still on the defensive side.

"I only did it so Sam wont get hurt..." You say looking at your hands for what it feels like the millionth time. "I know, and I'm proud, but you got hurt in the end Y/N," Dean says with worry in his eyes.

"I know...It hurts like a bitch I'll tell you that," you say as you try to lift the mood. "You could have died Y/N, you cant-" He cuts himself off. "you cant do that to me, to Sam," his voice breaks a little. "Y/N, never do that again okay?"

"....Dean I cant promise that. I was held at gun point you would jump in front of me to save me." You say with a quiet and small voice.

"That's just it Y/N, never do what we do unless we tell you to, I swear you got your recklessness from me" You feel your shoulders relax after seeing a smirk from Dean. "I learned from the best" You tell Dean and he does a small laugh.

Sam comes back a little while later and you three eat your breakfast and talk about from completely nothing to what other hunt you guys are thinking of doing. Of course you wont be able to hunt for a while since you can barely stand, but you can research like a son of a bitch, and hey, sometimes its nice to be backup, especially for the two boys that frustrate the hell out of you.

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‘cause right now you're mine

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THURSDAY, APRIL 2nd

Dean 12:01 You didn’t tell me you led Carver Prep’s quiz bowl team???

Castiel 12:15 It’s in the middle of the school day and you’re texting. What kind of example are you setting for your students?

Castiel 12:16 I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t relevant.

Dean 12:17 Haha smartass I’m having lunch in my office Youre texting me back so i see right through you And of course it’s freaking relevant

Castiel 12:20 How?

Dean 12:21 Because I got tapped to coach Edlund High's quiz bowl team this morning!

Castiel 12:21 Oh no.

Dean 12:30 Oh no is right buddy

Castiel 12:37 I thought you coached the softball team.

Dean 12:37 I can do both You’re dating a very talented man

Castiel 12:49 I know that. I just didn’t know it extended to quiz bowls and softball in addition to blow jobs and breaking and entering places to give blow jobs.

Dean 12:52 What the fuck is wrong with you I’m in school! My lunch hour is almost over I’ll have to get up from my desk very soon This is all your fault

Castiel 12:59 :)

Dean 1:00 Just for that No blow jobs for you tonight

Castiel 1:07 :(

MONDAY, APRIL 6th

Dean 11:55 I bet I can grade more midterms than you today

Castiel 11:58 I know better than to make bets with you, Dean Winchester.

Dean 12:03 It was just a kiss I bet you’re just pissed you lost

Castiel 12:04 I can’t engage in PDA in front of my niece and one of my students at a school event!

Dean 12:04 Youre such a prude

Castiel 12:06 Unlike some teachers, I maintain boundaries between my personal and professional life.

Dean 12:07 Prude.

Castiel 12:09 Did you text me on a Monday afternoon just to harass me about my reluctance to kiss my boyfriend in front of minors?

Dean 12:11 Huh Boyfriend

Castiel 12:20 Dean?

Dean 12:21 What?

Castiel 12:22 Is everything okay?

Dean 12:23 Other than *my boyfriend* refusing to even entertain the idea of a friendly wager?

Castiel 12:23 Yes, other than that.

Dean 12:23 No

Castiel 12:25 That’s good. You scared me for a second.

Dean 12:26 I did?

Castiel 12:26 Are you okay with being my boyfriend? The long gap between our messages made me realize we haven’t talked about it before.

Dean 12:27 I mean it’s a little weird My 16 year old students have boyfriends “boyfriend” seems a little I don’t know Juvenile We’re not 16 anymore, Cas Thank god.

Castiel 12:30 Would you prefer “partner”?

Castiel 12:31 It’s just whenever I hear someone call their significant other “partner” I can never tell if they are talking about their life partner, same-sex partner, police partner, or if they are cowboys. That was a joke! Ignore this. I remember how much you like Westerns. “Partners” is off the table.

Dean 12:31 HOWDY YALL THIS IS MY PARTNER CAS

Castiel 12:31 Please never introduce me to someone like this.

Dean 12:32 Only if you watch Tombstone with me tonight

Castiel 12:33 Can I still grade my midterms?

Dean 12:35 You’re killing me here Cas Yes

Castiel 12:40 I’m your huckleberry

SUNDAY, APRIL 12th

Castiel 2:19 Good luck with the softball game today!

Dean 2:21 You’d better make it up for me for missing this one Its the semifinals

Castiel 2:22 I will. Say “hi” to Claire for me.

Dean 2:27 What the hell? Why is she here? We’re not even playing Carver

Castiel 2:29 She has a crush on Kaia Nieves

Dean 2:30 Ohhhhh That explains a lot

Castiel 2:30 She thinks she’s being subtle.

Dean 2:37 I see that runs in the family Subtle as a brick wall. All of you.

Castiel 2:38 Excuse me, you had no idea about my feelings for you back in high school.

Dean 2:49 So? Charlie said you were obvious as fuck But it didn’t matter since I was a dumbass

Castiel 2:50 I prefer oblivious Less dumb Less ass

Dean 2:57 How dare you My ass is a goddamn gift. You take that back right now

Castiel 2:59 Of course. Don’t you have a game to coach?

Dean 3:01 Shit you’re right

TUESDAY, APRIL 14th

Castiel 11:18 I know how I can make up for missing that last softball game last weekend

Dean 12:01 Sorry The kids called me out for texting you 5 mins before the bell last time How the hell did i get stuck with a class full of narcs

Castiel 12:03 It’s probably karma For all the rule breaking you did in school

Dean 12:05 Hey I wasn’t that bad

Castiel 12:05 You frequently defaced school desks and returned library books after their due date.

Dean 12:06 I’m dating a narc too???

Castiel 12:07 You didn’t ask what I have planned.

Dean 12:07 OK i’ll bite What do you have planned babe? Please tell me it’s not another documentary on bees That was depressing The grand canyon one was cool though

Castiel 12:10 Speaking of narcs

Dean 12:10 This doesn’t sound good

Castiel 12:11 When I had to get my extra copy of Camus from my car, I stumbled on Miriam at the edge of the parking lot with a few more students. They were skipping class and smoking marijuana. Naturally, I reported them to the administration.

Dean 12:13 Not helping your not-a-narc case

Castiel 12:13 They received detention for skipping class.

Dean 12:13 And the drugs?

Castiel 12:13 I may have neglected to report the drug use.

Dean 12:14 Seriously?

Castiel 12:14 I still confiscated it. Research evidence shows marijuana has negative effects on the developing brain.

Dean 12:14 I guess that’s fair

Dean 12:15 Hang on Do you still have it? OUR brains are old as balls Seriously, are you telling me you have weed now?

Castiel 12:15 Surprise? I can throw it out if you’d prefer to do something else tonight.

Dean 12:15 Dont you dare!!! I’m going to get a six pack on the way home, download the last Star Wars, and we’re gonna do this right Your place or mine?

Castiel 12:16 I have been neglecting laundry lately. Yours?

Dean 12:16 You’re on This is going to be so awesome

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 15th

Dean 12:06 Did you really mean to invite me to dinner with your brother?

Castiel 12:09 I didn’t mean to bring it up when we were high, but the invitation still stands. Claire told him we were together. He wants to meet you.

Dean 12:11 Oh

Castiel 12:11 You do not have to say yes.

Dean 12:13 I’ll go It just took me by surprise

Castiel 12:13 I don’t want to pressure you.

Dean 12:14 Youre not pressuring me

Castiel 12:14 Are you sure?

Dean 12:16 Look, I just know your relationship with your brother is complicated And I don’t want to stick my foot in it By accident or some other way

Castiel 12:20 We’re in a better place than I’d like to admit. I spent a long time resenting Jimmy for the time he had with Father. But it wasn’t his fault Father was a bastard who had a second family he preferred to be with. Jimmy was barely in middle school when Father started going on his “business trips”

Dean 12:21 Jesus christ You told me bit about it back in high school But I didn’t realize it was a second family situation

Castiel 12:21 Mother kept it from us for years. I still haven’t forgiven her for it.

Dean 12:21 Are you OK?

Castiel 12:22 I’m fine. It was a long time ago.

Dean 12:22 That stuff takes a long time to get over.

Castiel 12:22 I suppose.

Dean 12:23 Is it okay if you stay at mine tonight?

Castiel 12:24 Our next date isn’t until Friday

Dean 12:24 I don’t want to wait until Friday to see you

Castiel 12:27 Can you pick me up at Carver at 4pm?

Dean 12:27 You got it More time with you and my baby Win-win!

FRIDAY, APRIL 24th

Dean 11:51 Are you sure what I usually wear to school is OK?

Castiel 11:53 You texted me nine minutes early?

Dean 11:53 Shut up I had to bribe my kids For NINE extra minutes Friggin tyrants

Castiel 11:54 What did they extort from you?

Dean 11:54 I promised to throw out their lowest pop quiz grade

Castiel 11:54 That isn’t too bad.

Dean 11:54 I was already planning on doing it

Castiel 11:55 Clever of you.

Dean 11:56 You’re not just dating a pretty face But getting back to dinner with your brother Is a regular button up OK? The tie hides most of the sloppy joe stain

Castiel 11:56 I’m sure you look very handsome

Dean 11:57 I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not

Castiel 11:57 I rarely manage sarcasm in-person. What makes you think I would attempt it over text?

Dean 11:58 Good point

Castiel 11:58 You’re a very good-looking man, Dean. I’ve known this since we were 15.

Dean 11:59 Stop it you’re making me blush

Castiel 12:01 It’s the truth.

Dean 12:04 Alright, alright I’m already sleeping with you No need to butter me up

Dean 12:05 It’s just I remember how you used to talk about him The perfect big brother

Castiel 12:07 More like the perfect student and perfect son. Jimmy was honestly too busy to be much of a brother. The 11 year age difference didn’t help. When I was in high school, he already had the perfect nuclear family on the way.

Dean 12:07 Exactly

Castiel 12:08 Exactly what?

Dean 12:08 You’re lucky I know you And I know you’re not drawing this out on purpose Look, i want to make a good impression, OK? he seems like a hard guy to please.

Castiel 12:09 I That’s very admirable of you, but it’s entirely unnecessary.

Dean 12:10 He’s your family

Castiel 12:11 And I understand family is very important to you, but it isn’t the same with me. It would be very nice if dinner goes well, but if it does not, I will not care in the slightest.

Dean 12:11 Really?

Castiel 12:11 Truly.

SATURDAY, APRIL 25th

11:16 I’m sorry for my dad.

Dean 11:17 Who is this?

11:20 Claire Novak

Dean 11:21 How did you get this number?

Claire 11:23 Alex Jones

Dean 11:24 How did Alex get my number???

Claire 11:24 It was on the softball permission forms How did you not know this Didn’t you draft them?

Dean 11:25 It’s been a while I’m a very busy man

Claire 11:25 Sure. Anyway, my dad was a dick. Totally out of line last night

Dean 11:26 Shouldn’t you be texting Cas about this?

Claire 11:26 I don’t have his number

Dean 11:26 Cas wasn’t kidding when he said you guys weren’t close

Claire 11:27 Nope.

Dean 11:27 Well I am very close with my brother He’s a lawyer out in California

Claire 11:27 Good for you???

Dean 11:29 It doesn’t sit right with me that Cas doesn't have a real relationship with his family

Claire 11:31 That seems like Uncle Castiels business

Dean 11:33 But Jimmy isn’t Cas’s only family SO if you ever need a place to crash, i’m always available

Claire 11:35 Maybe my dad was right And you’re secretly a perv I’m not staying with you you freak

Dean 11:35 Jesus christ, I’m trying to say, if ALEX isn’t the only girl on Edlund's softball team you’re getting buddy-buddy with, it’s fine You should get a chance to explore that part of being a teenager While STAYING SAFE But don’t let your parents stand in the way of that side of your life

Claire 11:41 Dad wouldn’t kick me out

Dean 11:42 Maybe not. But if you are at all uncomfortable, just give cas a call I’ll forward you his contact info now

“I might have told Claire she’s always welcome at my place if she comes out to her parents,” Dean says as he pockets his phone. He turns his back on the pile of sparkling clean dishes drying on the rack by Cas's sink. Dean adds, “Hopefully she’ll ask you before she goes to me.”

They hadn't really discussed the disaster of a dinner with Jimmy and Claire. A few tense words on the drive back to Cas's house, a tacit acknowledgement in the morning not to mention it until after coffee and breakfast. But then Cas brought out his homework for the weekend, even while last night's argument scratches at the back of his mind like a fly trapped in a windowless room. So Dean did the dishes and texted Claire.

Cas looks up from his juniors’ final exams. “You were talking to Claire?”

“She texted me first,” Dean says defensively.

Cas sighs and caps his pen. It’s blue, because red pen, according to Cas, is too traumatizing a grading implement. “I’m very sorry about last night.”

Dean waves his apology off. “You warned me it could go sideways.”

Cas’s brow furrows. “Still,” he says slowly, “I told my mother and Jimmy I was gay a few years ago. I think it was easy for them to ignore it as long as I didn’t have a boyfriend in the picture.”

Dean fiddles with a dishrag as he hovers by the sink. “Was Jimmy a jackass to your other boyfriends?”

“What others?” Cas asks wryly. “None of them were ever serious enough to pique Jimmy’s interest.”

“Really?”

Cas nods and gestures for Dean to take a seat at the kitchen table next to him. He holds out his hand, which Dean takes, bemused. “I don’t know why Jimmy thought religion was an appropriate introductory dinner topic. I could tell he was trying to genuinely understand our… lifestyle, to use his word, but-”

“I got angry,” Dean says looking down at their clasped hands.

“You didn’t say anything I wasn't thinking,” Cas says simply. “I’m glad you reached out to Claire.”

“It seems like she needed it.”

“She doesn’t have a lot of adults in her life she can rely on to be in her corner,” Cas says diplomatically. “I’ve tried, over the years, but I can’t relate to her at all.”

Dean laughs. “Of course not. Teenage rebellion wasn’t really your style.”

“Ah yes, of course,” Cas says, his voice dry as chalk, “you’d be the perfect person to talk to her. The cool kids speak their own language. How could I forget?”

Dean smirks. “It’s full of references you don’t get.”

“Don’t remind me,” Cas says darkly.

Dean leans in for a kiss. Eyes dancing, as he whispers, “Relax, babe. You were always the coolest kid in school to me."

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Room of Revitalization

Author’s Note: So, this is my submission for @idreamofplaid ‘s Bunker Challenge. (Sorry it’s a day late!) And honestly, I have no excuse because this idea actually came to me several months before she declared her challenge. And I STILL procrastinated like a bad procrastinator who procrastinates. BUT it’s finished now, and I’m actually pretty happy with it. :)

This takes place between Episodes 14X8 “Byzantium” and 14X9 “The Spear”. I’ve tried to stay mostly canon-compliant while possibly taking a few liberties with explaining a few things or going into greater detail in some areas that the show didn’t have time for.

I signed up for: Original Room, and Sam-focused (Has a lot of his POV but also POV from other characters at times.)

Title: The Room of Revitalization

Summary: Sam has been working himself into the ground lately, trying to subsist on two hours of sleep a night or less while also being an emotional support for the people around him, and it’s taking its toll. But long ago, someone amongst the Men of Letters recognized the potential for burn-out among their fellows and worked a fail-safe into the Bunker that would activate when one of their own was pushing themselves too far. Trouble is, no one read the right manual that covers its existence, so when Sam seems to disappear into thin air, “worried” doesn’t quite cover how it makes everyone feel.

Pairings: None (Gen-fic)

Warnings: Minor language, talk of past posessions and other traumas experienced by the brothers but nothing explicit, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, some fluff

Word Count: 6,414

Also found on AO3

Sam tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable on the extra-firm mattress that had been in the room when he and Dean and moved into the Bunker all those years ago. Dean kept bugging him to get a new one but he continued finding reasons to put it off. They weren't hurting for funds AS much as they used to be, thanks to a few artifacts he’d auctioned off online as well as Charlie, (THEIR Charlie) showing Sam a few tips in "Creative Fundraising" as she'd called it. But even so, he didn't NEED a new mattress. It's not like the springs were poking out of this one or anything like that. It just wasn't as comfortable as Memory Foam. Which was okay. He didn't need that much extra comfort. He didn't spend that long sleeping anyway.

With a sigh he turned over again and peered at the red numbers on his alarm clock. 2:30 am. He'd be getting up in a few more hours to check on any messages that might have come in during the night from the teams out on hunts. Plus, he still had some more research to do. One group was running into some problems with some murders that weren't fitting any of the standard lore. And he was still researching ways to take out an archangel. Dean was getting more and more antsy about that. Not that he blamed him. It wasn't easy knowing that the thing that had ridden you around for a while was still out there, still causing trouble, still hurting people, and you couldn't stop it. They still didn't know WHY Micheal had just let Dean go like that. Dean didn't want to talk about that either, and again, Sam couldn't particularly blame his brother. But it still niggled at the back of his mind. Micheal never seemed to do anything without a reason.

His arm started to get sore so he shifted over onto his stomach, tucking both arms under the pillow as he tried to get his thoughts to settle. But they continued to flit around in his head like a herd of humming birds. Or would it be a flock? Did humming birds flock? That would be pretty loud. They were louder than most people realized. He remembered one time they'd been in Colorado on a case. Boulder, wasn't it? They were interviewing a witness, sitting out on her back patio, and the little jeweled things had been zipping all around them, from one feeder or brightly colored flower to another. The buzzing of their wings had almost made him think of large insects. Dean had almost swatted one, purely on instinct as it buzzed just a little too close to his head, and the nice old lady had actually hit him with a fly-swatter, scolding him for trying to hurt her babies...

...Why the hell was he thinking about hummingbirds?

Rolling back over, he looked at the clock again. 2:40.

Thing was, he was actually tired. He felt like he should be able to sleep for days he was so bone-deep weary. Not that he could. People needed him to be there, doing what he did; keeping things running. Cas and Jack were off on a small case, just a little over the border in Nebraska. Dean was about ready to jump at any sliver of a chance that came up of dealing with Michael, whether or not they could confirm it was actually a “good” chance. Ketch was still trying to track down another of those golden eggs. (Apparently, the one they'd used on Lucifer back in the day, and then handed over to Cas for safe keeping had burnt itself out on the Archangel. Now it was a pretty paper weight sitting on Storage Shelf 32-C.) Jody and the girls had just had Thanksgiving with Donna over, had invited them all too, but... there was just too much going on. Always too much going on.

At least Jack was okay though. Well, mostly okay. His soul was keeping him alive now. That was another thought that lurked at the back of Sam's mind, like a dark-colored cat hiding in the shadows, ready to pounce when you weren't looking. One of their babysitters when they were kids had had a cat like that. It’d hated Dean for some reason. Was always trying to attack his legs when he’d least expected it. Sam had managed to coax it into letting him pet it a few times. He kind of wished he could get Jack a pet. Something he could feel responsible for, that would also return his affection unconditionally. Goodness knows, the kid needed someone or something that could be there for him.

A tightness formed in Sam's chest at the thought. He WANTED to be there for Jack. He wanted to tell him that he understood, maybe better than Jack thought. He remembered being able to help people with his powers, and then not. Of feeling that helplessness when faced with a demon wearing some innocent person when once he'd been able to pull that sulfurous black smoke right out of the person without killing them. But that was all tangled up in so many other things. Things about demon blood, and the Apocalypse, and his role in it, and Lucifer and Michael, (their Michael) and... and other things. Things he wasn't ready to talk about. And Jack didn't need all of that. He still blamed himself for so many things that weren't his fault. He didn't need to hear about all the horrible things his biological father and uncle had tried to do to the world. And Sam definitely didn't want to get into what it had taken to stop them. It wouldn't help Jack to know that about Lucifer now.

And in the same vein, he wanted to explain to Jack why it was SO important to use this new magic of his sparingly. He wanted to tell him why it was imperative that he not risk his soul. Because he knew... he had two sets of memories still, of that time when his soul had been in one place, and his body and mind in another. He honestly tried not to think about either. One left him reeling in agony, even to this day, and the other left him feeling cold and hallow. But how could he possibly explain to Jack about why he'd been running around soulless for about a year and a half without explaining everything else? He wasn't even sure if he would be able to if he tried. The mind had so many layers, and those memories, both halves, he'd tried to bury as deeply as he could because his brother had been right about hell. There was no "getting over" it. It would be there, forever. It wasn't meant for mortals to comprehend, and it couldn't be fixed with some therapy and talking it out. (Or screaming it out.)

And anything else he tried to tell Jack felt like it came up short. It wasn't enough. Wasn't what he needed. Same with Dean, really. He could probably understand how his brother felt better than anyone else. But the words, or at least the right ones, always seemed to get stuck in his throat. Plus... well, some comparisons he could draw might only make Dean feel worse. He didn’t have the words to help either of them, even as he saw them both struggling, so he’d put all his efforts into helping in any practical ways that he could; making sure Jack ate right so his body would have the strength it needed, researching solutions to the Michael problem, keeping the AU Hunters organized so Dean wouldn’t have to worry as much about all the other monster problems out there, even shouldering as much of the parenting responsibilities as he could so Cas could also be there for Dean. His brother didn’t exactly have a wide support system, so he wanted to be sure he and his best friend had chances to talk. If his brother ever actually felt like talking.

2:55. Exasperated, Sam gave up and got out of bed, deciding to give the bathroom a visit. Then maybe he'd find some boring lore to read.

~o~O~o~

After washing his hands a few minutes later, he started wandering in the general direction of the library. He paused for a moment as a yawn nearly dislocated his jaw, then noticed light coming from under and around a door that was just barely cracked open. He glanced at the room number but something about it... he shook his head abruptly, trying to clear it. It was like when he'd been up WAY too long, and he'd read the same passage in a book over and over again and none of the information would sink in. He hadn't thought anyone else was up...

"Um, hello?" He knocked tentatively on the door, but there was no answer. Opening it cautiously, he peered inside and raised his eyebrows a little. It was a room with the same concrete and brick walls and tile floor as most of the ones there, but where most had a utilitarian, or stuffy feel, this was... cozy. Set into the far wall was a fireplace of green marble that had white and black veins running through it, and a fire was already flickering inside behind a brass screen. Next to it was a coordinating brass bin that held extra wood and on the other side were some fireplace tools. In front of it on the floor was a braided rug in autumn colors upon which sat a comfortable looking armchair, complete with footstool and a small table next to it. The lamps scattered throughout the room gave off just enough light to make it feel inviting without being too bright. His eyes were next drawn to a bookshelf just to the right of the door against the wall. He barely noticed the door closing behind him as he moved to inspect it more closely, finding quite a few titles that he'd often intended to read just for the fun of it but for one reason or another had never gotten around to.

Well, he'd been looking for some way to get his mind to settle... Smiling, he pulled one from the shelf. Its cover was a faded red, almost the color of creamy tomato soup, and on the front in friendly, inviting letters was printed "The Marvelous Land of Oz". Stepping over to the armchair, he settled down into it with a contented sigh. It was comfortable. Really comfortable, considering he usually found it difficult to find chairs that actually fit his long legs and torso just right. A soft, plaid blanket that he hadn't noticed before was slung over the back and he pulled it forward, draping it over his legs before propping them up on the footstool. The lamp on the little table next to him gave off just the right amount of light; enough so he could read easily without straining his eyes, but not so bright as to be glaring. Comfortable now, he opened the book and began reading, the delightful prose helping his thoughts to calm their constant whirling.

~o~O~o~

Sam was just about to start into Chapter 10, "The Journey to the Tin Woodman" when he realized he was a bit thirsty. Dreading the long trip to the kitchen when he was already so comfortable, he almost considered ignoring his thirst for now when his attention was caught by a small but serviceable looking wet-bar against the far wall, made of the deep, rich mahogany that much of the furniture in the Bunker seemed to have been fashioned from. Strange... he hadn't noticed it earlier. But, he thought to himself, he hadn't really looked THAT hard at that particular wall either. Standing up and stretching, he then padded over to it, finding everything in good (and clean,) condition. He considered some of the alcohol that was available but wound up going with just some ice water (yeah, that was fresh ice in the bucket,) for now.

As he sipped the water he took a moment to really look around the room. It had a few wall-hangings, giving the place some color without being jarring to the eyes. Most were replicas (he figured) of old tapestries. There were also a few oil paintings of pastoral settings. In one of the closer corners was an old-time gramophone, the brass edging on the black, lacquered bell gleaming warmly in the firelight. Curious, he set his glass down and walked over to it, examining it carefully. It seemed like it might be in working order. Opening the wood-inlaid cabinet it was sitting on, he found an array of discs for it. Flipping through them idly at first, he paused when he came to one titled “Assorted works by Bach”. A soft smile pulled at his lips and he nodded a little to himself as he straightened back up again. Bach had always appealed to him; something about the precision and purity of the music helped him relax in ways that few other things could. After a few moments he got it working and soon the strains of two violins could be heard coming from the antique music player. He set the volume down low, not wanting to awaken Dean, then took his water back to his chair.

As he sat back down again a feeling of peace seemed to settle over him. A cork coaster was sitting on the small table next to the lamp, (had it been there before?) ready for his glass, and as he leaned into the supportive padding of the backrest, he felt it give way just a bit, and the entire back began to lean back with just a little intentional pressure applied.

If he thought about it... this room kind of made him think of the "Dean Cave". In the way that the "Dean Cave" was the ideal place for his brother to sit back and really relax, this place was ideal for him. Had Dean put this together for him? He was pretty sure they'd found every room to be found in the Bunker, and he would have remembered one like this. And honestly, Dean HAD put his own rec-room together entirely without Sam noticing. With a shrug, he decided he'd ask him about it in the morning. For now, he wanted to get back to his book. Pulling the blanket back over his legs again, he picked it up and delved into the next chapter.

~o~O~o~

Ten minutes later he was blinking as he tried to keep his eyes open, the lower sounds of a cello now reaching him from the far corner.

Twenty minutes later he was snoring softly, the book resting open across his chest. Gradually, the lights in the room seemed to dim, even the fire itself burning down low to just some softly glowing coals which kept the room comfortable but not too hot. The seat reclined back further and Sam sighed, unconsciously pulling the blanket up closer in his sleep.

~o~O~o~

“Where the hell is he?!” Dean yelled. Again.

If Castiel weren’t just as worried as Dean, he might have found himself annoyed at his friend’s constant repetition of the same question which obviously still didn’t have an answer. But, the angel WAS worried. “I don’t know Dean. We’ve searched every room in the Bunker. We even found a few previously undiscovered ones.” “And none of the cars are missing.” Jack added in, holding up a clipboard with a sign-out sheet, listing all the vehicles the Bunker crew had. Included were the antique ones left over from the previous Men of Letters as well as the random stolen or otherwise obtained ones used for the various other Hunters who came and went. Sam had put it together some while ago when most of the AU Hunters were still using the Bunker as their base of operations. It had made things much less confusing when trying to figure out what was available for supply runs and what was being prepped for going out on hunts. Jack had thought of checking it to see if anything was missing that shouldn’t be. “All the ones not here were signed-out a while ago by people out on long-distance hunts. So, he didn’t leave by one of our cars.”

“It’s been THREE days!” Dean yelled, his voice a bit rough. He’d been doing a lot of yelling for the past two. “His phone’s still here. His clothes are still here. His laptop’s still here. Looks like his bed was slept in. But no Sammy.”

Cas and Jack both nodded. They’d heard the litany of things-not-missing since Dean had called them about two and a half days ago. They had just been wrapping up the hunt they were on anyway, so they’d made their best speed possible back to the Bunker. (Cas didn’t usually like to go over the speed limit by THAT much, but they had mainly been traveling country backroads that were mostly deserted. And Sam was missing. Neither he nor Jack had debated the urgency of the situation.) When they’d arrived Dean had already searched the place high and low, but they’d all done another, even more thorough search; not just looking for Sam himself, but for any clues as to his mysterious disappearance. Little to nothing had been discovered though. There were no signs of blood or other injury, and as Dean had just said, none of the usual personal items were missing that Sam would normally take with him if he were leaving of his own accord. (And with his cell phone there in his room on his nightstand, they couldn’t try tracking him with that.) He hadn’t left by car, or at least, not by any of their cars. None of the warding had been tampered with, nothing looked odd or disturbed outside the bunker, and Castiel hadn’t sensed any odd energies or residues that weren’t normally there. It was like the younger Winchester brother had simply vanished.

He was trying to remain calm for both Dean and Jack’s sakes, but the truth was, all of them were very worried.

“Alright,” came the thick, brogue-accented voice of the most powerful witch any of them knew personally. (And fortunately for them, she had been feeling heavily inclined towards helping them in the past several years, especially, the angel had noticed, if it had anything to do with Sam.) “I think I’ve gotten all the things I’ll need. Now, if ye’ll all just clear one o’ these tables, I’ll get this set up.”

Usually ready for a snappy comeback, Dean instead set right to work clearing-off the table in the middle; the one that had his and Sam’s initials carved into it. Cas and Jack moved to help him with it.

Rowena set down the large bronze bowl she’d been carrying and began removing items from it: several different candles, a mortar and pestle, a silk cloth in which some various herbs were wrapped, a box of matches, and a few other bottles with different liquids or other substances. Her hand brushed briefly over Sam’s initials as she considered them. “Did he by chance carve these by his own hand? Or did ye each carve each other’s?”

Dean looked up briefly, apparently taken off-guard by the question, but noticing that she seemed to be asking in seriousness, he shrugged and shook his head. “Naw, we each carved our own.”

She nodded firmly and began pouring ingredients into the bowl. “Wonderful. I can use that as a focus.” Noting everyone’s perplexed expressions, she rolled her eyes a bit. “Think of it like a lightnin’ rod. Since he carved it, it’ll help draw the energies I’ll be usin’ t’ scry for him. Now, Dean, did ye get a hair or fingernail or somethin’ like that of his like I asked ye to?”

Dean paused in his pacing, nodding as he fished a small envelope out of his pocket. “Yeah, found a few hairs on his pillow.”

Rowena accepted them while Cas and Jack stood a bit to the side, watching curiously. Setting them carefully aside for the moment, she went to work grinding the herbs.

“Thar we go, I think we’re about ready.” Straightening up, she looked over her work again and nodded before waving an elegantly manicured hand at Jack. “Jackie-boy, would ye be good enough to turn off the lights in here?”

Nodding, seemingly glad to have something to do, Jack moved to turn off the overhead lights then each of the various table lamps. Meanwhile, Rowena began lighting the candles which were arrayed in a particular formation around the bowl with one alone, the white one, sitting directly on Sam’s initials. She lit it last, and once they were all that was illuminating the library she began chanting while methodically adding the last several ingredients. Last of all she dropped in the longish, brown hairs and the white candle flared brightly. Cas noticed that everyone, including himself, seemed to lean in closer, uncertain as to whether it was working or not. Rowena’s gaze remained fixed on the white candle, her brows slowly furrowing. “I don’t like that look…” Dean grumbled under his breath.

The red-head seemed to ignore him for several minutes as the candle flame alternately flared high then down low, almost winking out altogether. Eventually, it grew steady and even and Rowena blew out an exasperated sigh. “Well… that could’a been more helpful…”

“What? What’d you find out?” the anxiety that had gripped Dean since his brother’s disappearance plain as day in his voice.

“Well…” she paused for a moment, seeming to be gathering her thoughts more than any attempt at drama. “I found out that he’s alive, first and foremost.” The relief Castiel felt was clearly shared with the other two, if their expressions were anything to go by. “But,” she added, holding up her hand to forestall comments, “I canna tell where he is. At all. Well, he’s somewhere on Earth, I can say THAT at least. And that he doesn’a seem in bad health. But wherever he is, it’s blockin’ any attempts at findin’ him.”

Dean sunk into one of the chairs, a defeated look on his face.

Jack looked over at Cas, raising an eyebrow questioningly. The angel shook his head though. “I already tried contacting Naomi. Apparently, I’ve “used-up my favors” in Heaven at the moment. And besides, the Enochian sigils I carved into his ribs a while back would prevent him from being found by angelic means.”

Jack nodded, though his brows scrunched up in puzzlement. “Why would you have-” “Jack.” Dean’s voice, though not raised like it had seemed to be a lot lately, still held a note of command. “So not the time for that conversation.”

Jack sighed but nodded, his shoulders drooping as a feeling of despondence seemed to settle over him as well.

Rowena, who’d begun blowing out candles and packing up the supplies after turning on the nearest lamp now paused to rest a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Don’a forget, wherever he is, he’s alive and he’s well. We know that much at least. Now, all we can do is wait an hope he returns.

Jack nodded slowly, though he felt a burning in his eyes that had nothing to do with the wisps of smoke rising from the extinguished candles. “But… what if he doesn’t?”

Rowena tried to smile encouragingly, but even she couldn’t keep the sadness from her eyes. She didn’t have an answer for him, so she just gave him another squeeze before going back to clearing-up.

~o~O~o~

Sam yawned and stretched, slowly waking up. As he did so, the lamps in the room gradually brightened and the fire flickered back to life, crackling merrily by the time he’d opened his eyes. Though he was completely comfortable, he also felt fully rested and sat up, the armchair reassuming its original configuration. At some point in the night he must have put the book on the small table because there it sat with a bookmark in it, next to the glass of still cold water. Feeling a bit thirsty, he drank down the rest of it before standing up and stretching, hearing several of his vertebrae popping.

“Might have to come in here more often…” he mumbled to himself, giving the room a last fond look before opening the door and walking back into the hallway. Everything still seemed pretty quiet, so he had no idea what time it was. (He made a mental note to see about putting a clock of some kind in there, next chance he got.)

After using the bathroom he followed the smells of frying bacon and eggs towards the kitchen. Stepping down into the room, he waved casually at those gathered, mumbling out a “Mornin’ everyone.” on his way to the coffee pot, pausing when he belatedly realized that not only had Cas and Jack apparently gotten back in the night, but Rowena was there too.

He didn’t really have time to ponder that before he was attacked by three grown men (well, two grown men and one angel,) trying to hug him all at once, and everyone was yelling, and asking him questions, and he couldn’t understand any of them cause they were all talking at once, and he was feeling very confused.

“Enough!” Rowena’s commanding voice cut through everyone else’s causing them to fall silent, though no one seemed inclined to let go of Sam anytime soon. “Samuel, dear,” she inquired sweetly, “Would ye be so good as to tell us where ye’ve been fer the past FOUR days?”

Sam’s eyes widened as he looked between those hugging him and the witch. “Four…. Days?” he responded weakly. (Cas seemed to have forgotten his own strength and breathing was steadily becoming more difficult.) The red-head rolled her eyes. “Och, will ye all let him breathe for a minute before ye suffocate the poor lad? Come on…” She tapped at various shoulders until, reluctantly, they let go of Sam who was starting to be able to breathe easier again.

Shaking his head at the shocking news, Sam moved over to the table they’d all just recently been sitting at. (Well, Cas, Jack and Rowena had been sitting at. Dean had been over by the stove cooking something.) “Dean,” he waved over towards the stove. “Think your bacon’s burning.”

Shaking his own head, his brother grumbled as he stalked back over to it. “Vanishes for days and then what does he do? Lectures me about my cooking.” There was no venom in it though. In fact, relief seemed to practically pour off of him even while doing something as simple as turning off the stove and dumping the extra-extra-crispy bacon onto a plate, which he brought over with him to the table.

While Dean was doing that, Sam did his best to collect himself as he tried to reconcile what they’d said with what he remembered. “I was here the whole time.” Reaching out, he idly took one of the pieces and began crunching on it. “In that new lounge room. Though I could swear I was just there from last night… well, early this morning really, til’ now.”

Four confused faces regarded him and he held his arms out in exasperation. “You know, that room I’m guessing you set up for me? Has a fireplace, a comfy armchair, some books, is actually decorated nice…” The faces only grew more confused and he realized now how unlikely it would have been for Dean of all people to have decorated a room like that with tasteful wall-hangings and oil paintings. “You didn’t put it together.”

It wasn’t really a question but Dean shook his head anyway.

Jack, who seemed not only confused but also getting close to irritated also shook his head. “That doesn’t make sense. We searched the whole Bunker. Several times. We looked in every room and broom closet and corner in this place.”

“Samuel,” Rowena interjected, “Why don’t ye just show us where you were?”

Nodding, Sam lead the way back down the hallway, making a few turns until he at last came to a stop outside… a mop closet? Shaking his head, he opened and closed it a couple times, but it didn’t seem inclined to change back to the cozy room he’d spent the night, (or, the last 4 days) in. “I swear, this is where it was.” He was starting to understand how Lucy from the Narnia books had felt that first time she’d stepped back through the wardrobe. Only, the time dilation seemed to run opposite in this case.

“Hold on.” Cas said, and stepped closer, opening the door again. On the inside of it was tacked an envelope of some thick, old-fashioned-looking paper. Taking it down, he turned so everyone could see it. On the outside, in neat handwriting was written:

Room of Revitalization Report for Samuel Winchester Men of Letters Legacy

Cas turned it over and broke the red wax seal on the back with the Aquarian Star stamped into it. Opening it, he took out a sheet of paper, also written in the same handwriting. At the top was the current date then the following message:

Four days prior, the Room of Revitalization was activated due to the physical and emotional distress of one Samuel Winchester. (MOL Legacy, descendant of Henry Winchester) As per protocol 158-B the RoR provided comfort based on Samuel’s subconscious needs, releasing him once his chronic fatigue had lessened to acceptable levels.

In order to avoid future reoccurrences of this problem, the following steps are recommended:

Samuel should make all reasonable attempts to sleep for a minimum of 7 hours each night, though 8 would be ideal.

His work-load should be lightened. High levels of mental stress were detected in addition to the physical fatigue.

Several unresolved emotional issues were also detected in relation to close-working colleagues or family members, and should be discussed with them to help improve overall morale.

Several hours each day should be set aside for leisure activities.

It is suggested he be sure to ingest 3 nutritionally-balanced meals per day as well as keep himself hydrated.

Attention to personal hygiene is not only good for the body, but for his and others’ morale as well.

Had matters continued unchecked, Samuel would likely have experienced a mental and/or emotional break, as well as causing physical damage from aforementioned fatigue. We hope he will take these recommendations to heart so further intervention can be avoided.

This concludes this report, and the Men of Letters hope Samuel found his stay in the Room of Revitalization enjoyable and restful.

The signature at the bottom was next to impossible to make out.

After everyone had read it, they looked back and forth between Sam and the “report”, and for his part, Sam felt his face heating with embarrassment.

After a few awkward moments, Dean cleared his throat. “So… Looks like this place has an automatic ship’s councilor and holodeck.” He winked at Sam. “Was there a hot-chick in a skin-tight grey pantsuit in there too?”

Huffing a laugh, Sam swatted at his brother, honestly grateful for the tension-release. “Yeah, you wish. Maybe your version would feature Councilor Troi.” He started walking back to the kitchen and the others followed.

~o~O~o~

Later on that day after Dean had personally seen to it that Sam ate a full breakfast and then shooed him off to the shower, they all said goodbye to Rowena then settled down in the library.

Despite Sam’s insistence that he “really was fine now” Dean, with both Cas and Jack fully backing him up, were adamant that at least some of Sam’s workload should get redistributed. By now he should know which people could be relied on to do what so he didn’t have to micromanage everything. Jack was actually very helpful with that, having several ideas as he’d been observing the AU Hunters for some while now. And after a phone conference with Maggie, she agreed to help with organizing the various hunting parties and everyone (including Dean) insisted that they would help out with research.

After that, seeming to sense that the brothers needed to talk alone, Cas offered to go with Jack on a food run and they headed out, though not without both again expressing how glad they were that Sam was back and okay.

Once the steel clang of the door heralded their departure an awkward silence fell between the two. Sam idly scraped at some wax that had dribbled onto the table, not meeting his brother’s eyes. “Look,” they both wound up saying at the same time. After a brief chuckle, Dean gestured for Sam to go ahead. Nodding a little, the younger brother again fixed his eyes on the tabletop and the wax. “I’m sorry. Really. I know how worried you must have been.”

Dean was about to open his mouth, ask if he really did but then paused, considering, and…. Yeah. Sam would know how he’d felt. All the times Dean had died, or vanished, or been angel-napped? And then it hit him just WHAT Sam was apologizing for. “Sam. No.”

His brother looked up at that, his brows furrowed, clearly about to say something but Dean held up his hand, silently asking him to let him talk. “Look, I’m not happy that I spent four friggin’ days not knowing where the hell you were, but I’m glad it happened. Man, I know you’ve been pushing yourself. And I shoulda seen it sooner, I should have noticed how bad it was getting. And I’m glad that that “Room of Requirements” or whatever-”

“Room of Revitalization,” Sam corrected, but Dean waved it off and continued on.

“I’m glad IT at least noticed, and did something before it was too late. And… well, I want you to know, if you… you know. Need to talk…”

Sam half smiled but shook his head. “Dean… really. It’s okay. It’s just… lots of stuff is going on. I want to help Jack more, but I don’t know how. I can tell Mom’s still having problems but I don’t know how to help her either. I’m worried about whatever it is Michael is planning. I’m worried Jack’s going to run into problems eventually with his soul.”

Dean didn’t miss the expression that flashed across his brother’s face for just a moment there, that almost haunted look. He’d never really asked him what all he remembered from being soulless, but it was at times like these when he figured it was more than probably either of them would like. He was also aware of the one thing Sam wasn’t saying, the one person in his list of people he was worried about that he hadn’t mentioned. And he could pretty-well guess why.

Ever since Dean had come back, his possession, what he’d actually experienced and even more so how he felt about it, had been the proverbial elephant in the room with them. He knew Sam wanted him to talk about it, and he had to an extent… but he was also painfully aware of certain aspects of the whole situation that neither of them had come close to addressing; aspects of it that he tried to avoid even thinking about. Because even more so than the horror of what he’d experienced at Michael’s hands, what really got to him, and what lay curled somewhere deep in his gut was the knowledge now of just WHAT it was that he’d done to his brother all those years ago. But he knew Sam would never press him about it, and he just… he couldn’t talk about it. He still couldn’t talk about it.

So, taking a deep breath, he nodded. “Yeah, I get all that. Some of it you can’t really help with though, as much as you want to. Some people… well, they have to figure out their own shit, you know?” He met his brother’s eyes, hoping he’d hear what he wasn’t saying. “Sometimes, even if you know what someone else is going through, they still have to go through it on their own. They have to find their own ways to deal with it. But trust me… They know you care.”

Sam met his gaze and slowly nodded, letting what was unspoken remain that way.

Dean managed a half smile though. “But hey, maybe with Jack you two should go do something together. Hang out. Remind him that you aren’t just the “Rules Dad”, but the one who seems to really get him.”

Sam nodded, returning the half smile, though it seemed genuine. “Yeah… I think that sounds like a good idea.”

“Also,” Dean leveled a stern look at his little brother, “under absolutely NO circumstances are you to get anything less than 7 hours of sleep a night.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, 6 is standard for hunters. And I can make due on 5 without problems.”

“Nuh-uh.” Dean was already shaking his head. “I’ll have Cas knock you out if I have to, but you’re getting your sleep. We’re not risking this happening again.” “Well, what about you then?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“What about me?” Dean tried to look innocent but he had a feeling it wasn’t really working.

“Come on Dean, you barely get 4 hours if you’re lucky.”

“Hey, I’m not the one the Room of Recharging or whatever-”

“Revitaliztion.”

“Right, I’m not the one it cherry-picked for some enforced R&R…”

Their debate continued on in typical sibling fashion, but it was clear that most of the tension in the situation, at least for now, had been released. The spellwork that had been laid into the very walls of the Bunker long ago reverted back to its dormant phase as the crisis threatening one of its inhabitants was averted for the time being. But it would activate again if the need ever arose. Because Men of Letters tended to be a stubborn lot, and working themselves into the ground seemed to be a universal trait among them, which was why the room had been conceived in the first place. The Bunker watched over its own.

#plaidsbunkerchallenge #spn fanfic #sam winchester #emotional hurt/comfort #gen #angst #minor language #past possession mentioned #past trauma mentioned #dean winchester #castiel #jack kline #rowena mcleod #room of revitalization

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Classic Winchester Adventures - Chapter 6

Square Filled: Motel

Rating: gen

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Sam and Dean have to find out what’s going on in the “Haunted Motel” they discovered in chapter 2

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A/N: hiya guys, this is chapter 6 for @spnclassicbingo ’s challenge. MASSIVE thanks to @thefandomforme for helping me with this <3 Stay tuned for the next chapters :)

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A couple of days later, the Impala - now (un)fortunately back to black - rolls off of the highway, and onto the narrow forest road leading toward the “Haunted Motel” Dean is already very keen on entering. The building is only a few minutes outside of town, but for whatever reason about half a mile into the woods, accessible only via a bumpy track that doesn’t really benefit Baby’s suspension.

“Who the hell came up with the stupid idea of building a motel here?” Dean complains, wincing when one of Baby’s tires hits a pothole, rattling both the car and the two brothers like children in a washing machine. Dean sighs internally, externally, and most of all, eternally, as he tenderly strokes over his steering wheel, muttering plaintive apologies under his breath.

They reach the parking lot, or rather the slightly more flattened area in front of the bedraggled building, and let their eyes roam the shabby house facade that seems to be crumbling away right before them, the abandoned, rusty-looking swing hanging from the tree in the ‘front yard’, the wall of trees surrounding the parcel of land and the road, and a decayed sign that says ‘Welcome to Coal Creek Motel - Enjoy your stay’. Homey.

Today is the eleventh, meaning that they’ve got two and a half days left to find out what exactly they’re even hunting here, why it’s killing people, and how to annihilate it. Easy as pie.

“Why is it always Friday the thirteenth, anyway?” Sam asks as he opens the Impala’s trunk to grab his and Dean’s guns and knives - they decided to scan the area first, then the, at this time of the day hopefully empty, building, before they’d interrogate the owners and possible previous victims. “I mean, why not… I don’t know, why not Thursday the 25th or something?”

Dean takes the proffered weapons from his brother, shaking his head with a soft huff, “Hell, if I knew.” He tucks the gun into the back of his jeans, the knife into the sheath at his ankle, and locks the car. Checking his flip phone for the time, he also sees his most favorite notification: no service. Awesome. “Okay, Sammy, cell reception is shit out here, so we gotta make sure we’re both back at the car in about-” he checks the time again, because he sometimes has the attention span of a goldfish- “one hour and fifty minutes, before the owners open the motel for the nightly tour. You copy?”

“Yes, sir!” Sam scoffs, grinning smugly while he salutes to his brother.

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Neither of them found anything on their search around the property. No weird symbols, no dead bodies, no creepy altars, no traces of blood, nothing. Which leaves only the house itself to examine.

The brothers accompany a group of seven other people on the tour through the motel. Their guide is a grumpy old man with an unkempt beard, and a generally unkempt outer appearance. But he answers most of the questions some of the overly excited visitors ask him, so he’s at least doing his job.

Unfortunately, even though the tour includes the entire building, nothing Dean and Sam didn’t already know is brought to light. Except for maybe the horrifyingly poorly done getup of the whole “Haunted Motel”. Including faux skeletons and cobwebs (although, looking at the overall condition of the house, the latter ones might actually be real), fake blood stains on the walls and floorboards, eerie paintings and soiled mirrors in the most random places, and a bunch of other stuff that doesn’t bring the Winchesters closer to solving the case.

They let themselves fall behind the group for a moment to share their thoughts, but none of them noticed anything off, or even slightly suspicious, so they decide to come back in the early morning to sift through the house on their own, without that creepy old dude watching their every step.

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“Hey, Dean,” Sam yells from somewhere on the first floor while Dean lets the yellowish beam of his flashlight wander across the walls in the hallway on the second floor. “I think I found something, get your stupid ass down here.”

It takes him almost two minutes to find his way back through the maze structured building until he finds Sam standing right in front of the front door, illuminating the ugly rug splayed on the floor. More precisely, the rug is rolled to the side, revealing dark wood planks underneath it. There’s a faint outline of a symbol...or a sigil maybe? drawn in dark gray paint (it probably used to be black, but over the years it must’ve faded) onto the floor, looking like a big ‘T’ with some sort of swirl above the upper horizontal line, and another swirl on the right next to the vertical line. “A tulpa?” Dean asks, squinting into the blinding beam of his brother’s flashlight pointed at his face.

“Sure looks like it.” The blinding light lowers toward the floor again.

Awesome. Just. Awesome. Tulpa means they can’t kill anything, and have to convince possibly hundreds of people, if not more, that there’s nothing going on here. Easy. As. Pie.

Which also means that they can’t do anything at the moment.

“Let’s get back to our motel and get some shut-eye. I’m so fucking tired, man,” Dean says and kicks at the rug, causing it to roll unceremoniously back over the painted planks. He opens the door and waits for Sam to walk past him before he follows suit.

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After sleeping until late morning - they came back from their self-guided, private motel tour around 4:30 am after all - they spend several hours reading stories about people’s experiences in the “Haunted Motel”.

“Holy shit,” Sam curses at his laptop sitting on the desk in front of him, “there’s someone who ran away from about 500 giant tarantulas that were scattered across the entire house.” He taps viciously on the touchpad of his laptop to scroll to the next entry. “And then there was a guy who said he, quote, ‘was torn apart by giant cockroaches with wolf heads’. Damn, that shit sounds terrible.”

These stories go on for quite a while, and Dean isn’t so sure if they’re really dealing with a tulpa in this building, or if they’re entirely on the wrong track here. “Isn’t a tulpa like, a bunch of people believing in the same shit?”

Sam nods his affirmation. “Yeah, a tulpa is created when many people are concentrating on the same thing while looking at the Tibetan Spirit Sigil we saw on the floor in front of the door. Once created, the tulpa takes on a life of its own and doesn’t need people to believe in it anymore. But Dean, I’m not that sure anymore if it’s really a tulpa going nuts in that motel.”

“Yep, just my thought,” Dean says, leaning forward to scrub his hands over his face. “I mean, first off, the sigil is under that ugly ass rug, so people aren’t really likely to see it, right? And every single person is seeing something different? Shouldn’t most people at least see the same thing? That doesn’t make any sense.” Heaving an exasperated sigh, he sinks back into his chair, closing his eyes, trying to sort through the given information.

Sam shuts his laptop with a soft click, and sighs almost as loud as Dean did mere seconds ago. “I don’t know, man. But I think you’re right.” He sighs once more, running a hand through his girly hair. “But if it’s not a tulpa, what else could it be? We only have like, one more day to find out what it is and how we can kill it, Dean.”

His brother is right. And this year, Friday the 13th only happens twice, so they have to kill whatever it is now, or they won’t get another chance for a rather long time.

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“No no no no no no no. Fuck. No. Nope. Nu-uh. Big. Fucking. HELL NO,” Dean repeats over and over again, a little under his, but mostly out of breath, as he’s running down the hallway on the second floor of the motel. Why he’s running? Oh, just the blonde woman in a white nightdress, looking suspiciously similar to his mom, chasing after him while screaming bloody murder.

Oh. And she’s on fire. Literally.

All of a sudden, she appears right in front of him, causing Dean to come to an abrupt halt, almost face planting into the wall to his right in his attempt to change the direction of his stampede.

“Where are you going, Dean?” his not-mother asks in a malicious snarl. “Don’t you love your mommy?”

Dean jerks his head around to look for another escape. “Not real,” he mumbles under his breath. “Not real, not real, not real, not real.”

The blonde, burning woman reappears right in front of Dean once again as he tries to make his way downstairs where he suspects his brother. Just that now he watches his mother’s face slowly melting off her bones, revealing charred flesh that starts to turn into a new shape.

It’s black and gooey for a few seconds, but little by little, the charred shape merges into a new face.

“Dean, why on earth is my car pink? What have you done?!” the slightly contorted replica of his father asks in an accusing tone. What the fuck, John isn’t even dead. This fucking tulpa is obviously on crack. Besides, the car was pink. It’s black again. Thankyouverymuch.

“SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM,” Dean shrieks into the hallway.

Mary-John-now-flaming-Vampire-Hellhound dissolves into thin air, only to re-materialize behind Dean, growling threateningly at him, and drooling hissing acid on the creaking floorboards. Where the fucking hell is his idiot brother?

The day before, while Sam was busy doing research on the origin story of the tulpa, Dean was equally busy chatting with Nancy the witch via text messages on his flip phone. She may have mutilated his car for a day, but she was also pretty darn hot, and Dean’s never been one to miss out on an opportunity to do some horizontal tango. During all his, what could easily be called, sexting, he pretty much blanked out the Samsquatch and his findings, so Dean doesn’t actually have any idea what’s really going on in that “Haunted Motel” after all.

He vaguely remembers Sam telling him something about Harry Potter fans staying at the motel in 2000, the year after The Prisoner of Azkaban was published, and something about Boggarts. Dean thinks that Sam mentioned the fans “summoning” the Tulpa-Boggart more or less by accident, when they talked about how interesting and frightening the idea of the physical manifestation of one’s worst nightmares would be - while standing right over the giant tulpa sigil in the entrance area.

There was also a good reason why it’s always Friday the 13th, maybe it was because one of the fans was thinking about Jason with his ugly hockey mask. But maybe Dean got that wrong. He wasn’t really paying that much attention, to be honest.

Sam seemed to know and have a plan, so that was enough for the older Winchester.

This plan included an attempt at “exorcising” the Tulpa-Boggart by performing some kind of spiritual cleansing Sam found in one of his books. Or on the internet? Whatever. The important thing is that he did have a plan including the destruction of… something. They’d hoped that by destroying this something, the Boggart would vanish.

It did not.

“Dean?”

Breathing a relieved sigh at the sight of his brother ascending the stairs from the first floor, Dean takes a step toward him. “Took you long enough, asshat. We really need to get outta here. This thing is driving me ins- WHAT THE HELL?!” His relief quickly fades away into nothingness when his brother’s head, rather unexpectedly, bursts into a thousand pieces, painting the walls around the staircase in blood splatters.

Worst fucking nightmare.

Dean scrubs viciously at his eyes, trying to scratch the disturbing image from his retinas, while stumbling forward, and rushing down the stairs. Please let Sam be here somewhere.

“Sammy?” Dean tries carefully, peeking around the corner and into the room where he hopes to find his brother.

Two strong hands clasp at the lapels of his jacket and press him against the wall. “Dean? Please tell me it’s you.”

“‘Course it’s me, you dipshit,” Dean grunts into his brothers face, squirming slightly in his attempt to free himself from the persistent grip. “Now get your giant Sasquatch hands off of me. We need to get the fuck out of here.”

Finally, Sam lets go of Dean’s jacket with a nod, takes a step back from Dean, and briefly skims the room with an unnerved expression. It’s been quite a long time since Dean’s seen his brother that panicked. If it wasn’t for fear of his own life, he actually might find it hilarious.

“What does it look like for you?” Dean asks as he leans around another corner to make sure the entrance area is empty, holding his fist up as a sign for Sam to stay behind.

He hears a grumbled, defeated sigh before Sam answers, “Clowns. Yours?”

“Mom.” This time it’s Dean who exhales a shaky sigh. Only a couple more steps until they reach the front door. “And then Dad lecturing me on defiling his car with the pink velvet shit.”

Sam stops next to him, furrowing his brows in a judgemental expression. “Really Dean, that’s your worst nightmare?” Dean’s eye-roll is basically a full body move. He yanks at the door handle, and says, “Well, now it certainly is.”

They step out onto the front porch, down the stairs and toward the Impala where they take a couple of minutes to catch their breath, and process their respective nightmares. Leaning against the side of the car in the middle of the night in front of an eerie building somewhere in the woods is definitely not one of Dean’s favorite things to do.

“What the hell are we supposed to do now, huh?” Dean pinches the bridge of his nose for the hundredth time tonight before refocusing on his brother. “I mean, technically, there’s not really much we can do. We can’t kill it. We can’t stop people from coming to this fucking motel. We can’t find these damn Harry Potter fans and make them, I dunno, unthink the Boggart out of existence. We can’t do shit, man.”

For once, his smart-alecky brother doesn’t have a witty remark. All he manages to do is a somewhat forlorn shrug, letting his arms go limp by his sides, exhaling wearily.

“Okay, then,” Dean says and pushes himself away from the car, swatting his thighs once, “let’s burn that shit down.”

“What? No, we can’t do that, Dean!”

“Why not?”

“Uhm, because it’s wrong? And what if they just rebuild it?”

Dean rolls his eyes again. “Then we’ll come back and burn that down, too.”

There’s a minute of pregnant silence until Sam speaks again. “You know what? You’re right. Let’s burn it down. The building’s empty now, so at least nobody will get hurt. And it’s not like they’re making a fortune with that shit house anyway.”

So they do exactly that. They each take a gas can from the Impala’s trunk, and spread the highly flammable content around and inside the house, soaking the already rotting wood of the first floor and the porch - neither of them dares to go upstairs in fear of another nightmarish encounter, but well, if the first floor burns down, so will the rest of the house, right?

While Dean is already back at the car, getting it ready to head off by driving it toward the narrow path leading back to the highway, Sam spreads a trail of gasoline from the front door of the motel down the stairs of the porch and several yards away from the building, until he’s next to the car.

“Would you do the honors?” Sam asks his brother, holding out his favorite Zippo with a knowing smirk. As much as the two of them enjoy solving cases, actually killing the monsters they’re hunting, and leaving haunted places...not haunted anymore - it’s also fucking amazing to destroy things. Besides, watching a house burn down does have something oddly meditative.

And the truth is, not everything can be saved.

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thegeminisage · 5 years

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alright im about to watch 5.03 of merlin for the 2nd time ever

because if i dont do it now i may NEVER GET ANOTHER CHANCE

but first i wanna get out of the way that i thought merlin convincing arthur to keep the ban on magic in 5.05 because he was trying to thwart ~*~destiny~*~ or whatever is the laziest writing ever, it’s unsatisfying for the audience, it renders the rest of the last season utterly pointless, it’s unfair to merlin and arthur, and the tonal shift of the show from farting trolls in season 2 to full greek tragedy in season 5 was completely unwarranted and i feel TRICKED as a human person because i expected the end to be bittersweet and make me sad, not table-flipping angry, and i do not at all have high hopes for the finale

but i can ignore something having a “bad last five minutes” i did it for life is strange and final fantasy 13-2 i will do it for merlin but honestly

speaking on 5.03, after it was over the first time i was like “i can never write my fanfic now because nothing i ever do will be as good as that” but i’m really relieved in that way that that was apparently the last good episode of merlin because now i can continue my work in peace and maybe hopefully even actually finish it

okay commence the liveblog:

love that arthur and merlin are down to just jump off their horses whenever random women start screaming in the distance. season 5 could have been so good, they’re so much more grown up and in sync with one another, i absolutely LOVE their #vibe

it was interesting to me also that arthur DEMANDED a fair trial for this woman despite her being accused of sorcery. god, he was SO CLOSE?? that hatred of magic just can’t really take root in him especially with uther gone...arthur may be an asshole in the early seasons, and he may be quick to anger and quick to lash out in that anger, but it’s just not in him to be cruel, especially needlessly

EVEN THIS LADY IS LIKE “u showed kindness and compassion” arthur is a Good Boy deep down he is he IS he didn’t care a bit about that horn she gave him but still politely said it was beautiful

although lmao the way his face changed when she said it was magic...that’s the STUFF

lowkey losing it at athony head in the credits. i was looking to see if he’d be in the s5 ones since he’s dead and didn’t see him in 5.01 or 5.02 so when i DID see him in 5.03 i was like haha no way did they pay to put him in here i guess i just missed him the first couple of times BUT I WAS WRONG

like, in buffy, they spend an entire episode trying to decide whether or not to necromance their mom or whatever and she doesnt actually APPEAR IN THE EP they never SEE her i thought this would be an episode ABOUT uther i didn’t think uther would be IN it

love that from the get-go arthur’s face screams “i am thinking about making a terrible mistake” and merlin’s face is like “he is thinking about making a terrible mistake”

i’m quite proud of merlin in s5 actually. bad writing aside he uses multiple braincells many times per episode. it’s a vast improvement. same energy as clary from shadowhunters right down to getting shafted in his final season

ive said it before and ill say it again gwen looks SOOO GOOOOD as queen

if this is the anniversary of uther’s death then (if you go by 1 season = 1 year) arthur just turned 30...it’s been nine years and change since merlin met him, and by the end of season 5 it will have been an entire decade

in an otherwise increddibly heavy episode arthur panicking and throwing all the apples out of the bowl so he could cover the horn with it is absolutely priceless. season 5 if nothing else has really hammered home for me what a TERRIBLE liar arthur is - merlin got good at it fast out of necessity but arthur can’t hold a poker face to save his LIFE. “leave it.” “why??” “because i’m telling you to and i’m the king of camelot” buddy......

we were ROBBED. if there had ever been a day where arthur came to accept merlin’s magic but still had to help merlin hide it there could have been an entire episode of arthur nearly blowing merlin’s cover because he’s a nervous nelly and at the end he goes “i cant believe you have had to do this 24/7 for YEARS without a single friend to help you” and merlin goes “well now i have you” anyway.

i love also that repeatedly when arthur goes to do something scary by himself he also brings merlin. they LITERALLY are two halves of a whole

“you’re threatening me with a spoon??” i can’t tell you about the unfortunate fanfics i have seen involving The Spoon. i shall also not mention the ones involving The Glove. we will not speak of it

I CANNOT BELIEVE STONEHENGE IS IIN MERLIN. i got so agitated i did not pay one bit of attention to the conversation following its reveal and me and cathy and had to rewind so i could listen properly

my hate-on for stonehenge goes thusly: stonehenge apocalypse, starring misha collins, is @callowyn‘s favorite movie. i have seen it 45 times. i hate it nearly as much as she loves it. it’s an age-old battle

merlin is so intense when he looks for signs in arthur that he DOESN’T totally hate magic...arthur using magic to see his dad again is one of those signs. he’s willing to turn to it in desperation - maybe he’d be willing in less desperate times too

“my father was taken from me before his time” i mean...he was practically in a coma. so like. he wasn’t

love that when arthur mentions merlins dad ONCE he immediately looks like he’s about to cry. mood. i also want to cry every time i think about merlins dad

up until the moment i laid eyes on uther i was SURE they werent actually gonna do it. i came into this thinking it was a FLASHBACK EP

for the record (and believe me i NEVER thought i’d say this) even though i waited and waited for his demise and cheered when he was gona for good...i really missed uther in season 4. at least with uther you know what you’re getting. agravaine (his replacement as “evil guy who keeps us from being able to solve our problems too easily”) was a slimy cowardly CREEP. and in season 5 i WISH things were as simple as “work around uther’s pigheaded unreasonableness”

for a hot second i really thought uther and arthur would have a nice conversation where they reconciled or said something heartwarming. i was worried about an uther redemption arc - this guy is responsible for the genocide of magic users, he doesn’t deserve redemption - but this show said NOT TODAY and they said it QUICK

ARE

BLESSED

i have A LOT of issues with season 5 but JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS WAS DADDY ISSUES 2.0 BROUGHT BACK FROM THE DEAD

repressed trauma returns: harder better faster stronger!! that’s the STUFF

was i not just speaking the other day on my fanfic ask meme about how i love emotionally intense stuff? this is IT babey

uther’s such a bad father! he’s with his only child again for the last time in ever and all he does is tear him a new one! this is why arthur’s such a fucked-up human being (morgana too)

i’m THRILLED we got to revisit this. his eyes get bigger and bigger and he starts fucking stammering and by the time uther’s done calling him weak and a failure he looks ready to CRY. i was HOLLERING. i still couldnt believe uther was even HERE and not only is he HERE he’s a WRECKING BALL

“this CAN’T be the last time i’ll ever see you” oh buddy you’re gonna wish it was

and he looks back, as he leaves. of COURSE he does. just like lot’s wife. so it goes.

you know how at the end of every supernatural episode sam and dean debrief and talk about their feelings in the car? for merlin and arthur it’s almost always done around a campfire at night - sometimes in arthur’s chambers or other places, but usually out here in the wilderness where it’s just the two of them. i’m...really going to miss it, when it’s gone.

“my father doesn’t approve of the way i’ve chosen to rule his kingdom” “you mean YOUR kingdom”

you know i don’t think i really got...like, fundamentally, on a deep level...that merlin fucking HATES uther

i’ve seen him save uther’s miserable life so many fucking times that i thought for merlin it was kind of the way it was with gwen - he feels nothing for him, but he looks after him for arthur’s sake (or as i came to understand later because he’s professor x about the whole thing)

but the way his expression got SO UGLY when arthur revealed that uther just shit-talked him the entire time...holy fuck

between that & some other stuff that happens later it really paints a clearer picture of like...uther’s dead so merlin doesn't have to hold back anymore and he FUCKING HATES HIM?? like obviously he SHOULD bu i just never SAW it before this. merlin LOATHES him. it’s INCREDIBLE to witness when he bore it so silently for so long. maybe even merlin didn’t realize just how much he hated him until now

and not to get too real here but if youve ever been friends with someone who had an abusive/toxic parent or was in an abusive/toxic relationship and you watch them feeling like shit after and they start making excuses for that asshole like “oh yeah he’s right about x” and you just want to find this horrible person and THROTTLE THEM that emotion is like ALL OVER merlin’s face rn. i didn’t actually seriously "”ship”” merlin and arthur until late season 4/early season 5 (i didnt like dislike it i just wasnt actively bothered by a lack of it) and what changed was this vibe. merlin wants to kill uther all over again just because he made arthur feel this way. he’s so fuckijng PROTECTIVE

and he still almost manages to drag a smile out of him via roasting, god bless these 2

ok so i didnt believe this show would actually DO THAT re: putting uther himself in this ep but i was doubly shocked by the fact that he HITCHED A RIDE AND GOT OUT

me shrieking during this entire poltergeist sequence: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IT’S REALLY HIM?? HOLY FUCK HE IS LITERALLY HAUNTING ARTHUR I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY’RE DOING THIS I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY’RE GIVING US THIS etc etc etc

actually most of that was probably muffled nonsense because i was yelling with both hands over my mouth

percival’s the realest motherfucker on this whole show. dude survives a murder attempt in which he got an AXE lobbed at him by the fucking GHOST of a power-mad genocidal king and he’s like: yeah idk i guess it fell

there was thunder in the bg for this WHOLE ep and i’m Big into it

absolutely CACKLING at the bit where merlin has to ask arthur if he looked back at uther’s spirit. it’s one of those nice big heavy questions - so heavy, in fact, that arthur can’t answer, can’t even LOOK at merlin, either because he’s ashamed or because he’s bugging out or both. you thought this shit was over? it’s never over! daddy issues are a lifelong ride, pal! arthur’s just get to haunt him literally this time. god it’s so fucking good

can i just say? merlin reads that damning silence reeeal well. and it’s a big, heavy thing to know about arthur - but then again he knows all the big heavy things about arthur

the score for this episode is really good too...very suspenseful and good, adds a lot to the atmosphere, keeps it from getting too slow

there’s a hint of merlin’s absolute HATRED of uther in this conversation again - the way his face tightens when he says “uther would do anything to protect his legacy and that makes him dangerous, who knows what he’s capable of now”

and arthur dismisses him because he can’t hear this but merlin almost refuses to leave - and when he DOES leave, he doesn’t take his eyes off arthur for one fucking second. he stares him down all the way out of the room. i don’t think it’s because he’s angry with arthur, per se - he’s angry with uther, and he knows uther in a way arthur never can or will, as someone ruthless who will kill without warning or remorse. he’s afraid of uther and he’s trying to get arthur to be afraid of uther too before it’s too late and LSDKFJGHSLDFJH

if you’re thinking “thats a lot to interpret from one look” yes it is but i’m right. IT’S A BIG, HEAVY LOOK. NICE AND LOADED. love unpacking all of that

i cant believe this dude tried to KILL GWEN like he really is coming after everything that makes arthur happy. im so glad it was merlin that saved her. i really do think merlin is her best friend

multiple times in this serious arthur fidgets when he’s nervous or thinking, usually with his hands near his mouth. i am endeared to him. my poor boy

“i always knew my father could be cruel but why would he do this to gwen when he knows i love her” BECAUSE HE’S CRUEL

merlin knows. merlin knows his cruelty much better than arthur. boy does he know. i’m dying. it’s fine

love that at this part of the ep we slide seamlessly into the “merlin and arthur are both scared shitless” section which was truly one of my favorite things about the s4 opener. they’re both so fucking jumpy and giving each other shit about being frightened and continuing to be frightened anyway. the DELICIOUS IRONY of arthur finally being scared of uther in the way merlin has been scared of uther for Y E A R S oh my god it’s so GOOD

do also love the entire silent conversation they have when deciding what to do about the door. this is what i mean by their upgraded vibe.l in the early seasons merlin wouldn’t have understood and his lack of understanding would have been played for laughs. now they’re totally in sync

here’s the thing, gaius could have made this magic “able to see uther’s ghost” potion for just arthur and he didn’t. he made it for both of them. everything arthur does merlin does. they’re partners in all things. they’re COMPANIONS. and this is why i finally now Ship It. tragic.

you know this is a kind of weird comparison but late seasons arthur reminds me JUST a bit of gwaine. he complains so much less that he sort of has that same “roll with whatever” vibe to him. pretend to faint so you can steal some guy’s dagger? why not. take this foul potion that may kill us? sure, let’s do it. come what may he’s not really fussed. much more unflappable

until he starts getting spooked again LMFAO

we do love a good pair of spooked dumbasses. this is charming and entertaining.

leon HAD to know they were lying about poetry. he probably thought they were having.......a tryst,

love also that even in this very dire moment merlin does NOT miss the chance to have some fun at arthur’s expense. that’s true friendship

i got jumpscared three separate times during this ep and one of them was when uther was glaring down merlin and arthur in the hallway after leon left

arthur didn’t jump but he did go hunting after him and to his credit he does not look scared. he looks like a man who is trying to deal with his business and get his shit together

merlin made that FACE again when arthur expressed sadness at hunting his own father because all he ever wanted to DO was make him proud

honestly it’s like since he can’t shit-talk uther he just sings arthur’s praises instead like this here is a guy who is just barely holding his tongue about how fuckin pissed he is. i cant believe it

splitting up was the WORST idea. have they not seen scooby doo??

love that when merlin gets cornered by uther’s ghost and gets scared he yells for arthur and when arthur gets scared because his torch blows out he yells for merlin. you fools, why did you SPLIT UP

uther locks arthur in the room with him, which is already some top tier content, but doubly good? it’s the same room in which arthur nearly ran him through in 2.08. don’t think i didn’t notice. i did notice. i was shrieking into my hands.

seriously this is a pretty calm liveblog but the first time i watched this ep my face was like this the whole time: O O

just kept going “HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK OH MY GOD” over and over. it was greeat

“arthur your fatal flaw is that you put too much trust in other people” do you think arthur, who now has a complex about people betraying him, ever forgot that for one second in his entire life afterward? me neither

speaking of 2.08 arthur dropped some FACTS “your hatred comes from fear” i'm sure they didn’t do it on purpose but #throwbacks

i’m fully experiencing human emotion. “i’m not you, i can’t rule like you did” he’s trying SO HARD to fight his way out of that bullshit

also lmao arthur like “then you’ll have to kill me” and uther like “yeah okay” arthur didn’t KNOW how this man was this could have been SUCH a good awakening

AND NOW IT’S TIME

FOR MY FAVORITE PART OF THIS EPISODE

when i say merlin hates uther. WHEN I SAY MERLIN H A T E S UTHER

HIS LINE HERE. ok. “get away from him, uther. you’ve caused enough harm” he’s furious! he’s GROWLING!

“you are just a serving boy” “i am much more than that” listen. human words cannot express the emotion that ran through me. when they said “we’re gonna bring back anthony head as uther” i doubted. when they said “he’s gonna be the bad guy and reopen all of arthur’s old wounds” i doubted. when they said “he’s still here LITERALLY haunting arthur who now has to HUNT HIM” I DOUBTED. i didn’t believe they’d do any of it until it was happening on my screen. but ONE LOOK at merlins face made a MOTHERFUCKING BELIEVER out of me. i knew exactly what he was about to do. pretty sure i gasped “NO” in astonishment

AND HE DID THAT

HE��

DID👏

THAT👏

NOT ONLY. DID I SHRIEK ALOUD. FULL SCREAM. WHEN IT HAPPENED THE FIRST TIME. BUT JUST NOW. WHEN I WATCHED HIM DO IT AGAIN. MORE SCREAMING.

how LONG do you think merlin had ACHED to do that

to show himself to uther for what he was, what he REALLY WAS, someone to be reckoned with instead of someone to be overlookedd, without fear of consequences

i can’t even like

like just imagine the triple rush of 1. satisfaction 2. rage 3. lingering habitual terror

i think at this moment merlin was closer to and more like morgana than he had ever been and maybe ever will be again. because the two of them have so much in common but one thing i didn’t really clock until now is how much they both hate uther

it’s so good. uther is SHOCKED and DISMAYED and this is like merlin’s old fear come back from death too (getting found out by uther) while at the same time being a dream come true (getting to tell uther what he really thinks, who he really is - “i was BORN with it!”) he’s so ANGRY! he is LIVID!)

he’s also really SATISFIED like “even while you were king there was magic at the heart of camelot” GOD how long has he been WAITING for this and not even realized it

and like then uther starts spewing his hateful bullshit and stalking forward with the intent to kill and my guy merlin who should be terrified STANDS HIS MOTHERFUCKING GROUND and says right over him “you’re wrong, you’re wrong” for thirty beautiful seconds merlin really got to be free. i know i will keep comparing things to 2.08 until i die but it’s just like when arthur was almost ready to kill uther in cold blood because for one perfect, brilliant moment he really and truly saw clearly the world as it was. i really love these moments...the strength of their respective convictions is so gratifying

merlin yeeting uther through a door is also gratifying although i have no idea what he hoped to accomplish by following without waking arthur first

i. LOVE. that the camera lingered a little on the spears or whatever after merlin walked by them. nice little foreshadowing moment

THOSE SPEARS GOT AWFULLY CLOSE BUT IM PRETTY SURE UTHER MISSED ON PURPOSE BECAUSE HE WANTED TO TAKE HIS TIME. HIS MISTAKE

okay merlin spent the better part of a lifetime dreading uther’s death sentence and here’s uther stalking down a hallway sword pointed at his chest and certain death is IMMINENT and what does merlin’s face look like?

arthur comes in with the rescue and INSTANTLY his expression changes to?

IT’S BETTER IN MOTION BUT HE LOOKS READY TO CRY

my immediate thought: oh jesus what if uther outs him

i knew he wouldnt bc of spoilers but i would bet a benjamin that that was merlin’s first thought too

tbh. i wish he had.

i kind of wonder if merlin doesn’t wish the same thing. like yes being outed like that is terribly violating and he’s terrified of telling arthur obviously or he would have already but at the same time there would be so much relief once it was finally out. no more secret-keeping. no more burden

i mean, if you go back and watch it, dude’s straight up shaking. he’s trembling all over. he’s losing it. that last teary glance they exchanged.......

uther was two SYLLABLES away from blowing the whole thing

and in a better happier canon where arthur knows and was waiting for merlin to tell him this is like double angst because uther wouldve ben blowing something for them both

i like arthurs followup of realizing that he’ll never be able to please uther (step 1 of breaking away from the cycle of abuse) but for the LIFE OF ME

i will NEVER be able to understand why they segued into this GLOVE THING

i’m not talking about the glove thing

i will say however that by the end of this episode i was so hysterical i had to get up and get water and pace around my kitchen for ten minutes fanning my own face

and that’s it. that’s the second-best episode of merlin and the last good episode there ever was

#personal #merlin blogging #it took me three and a half hours to rewatch this episode because i kept pausing to scream #MERLIN DESERVES TO BE OUT TO EVERYONE ALL THE TIME it's not FAIR #that episode deserved to be 20 minutes longer it ended too soon #in a happier world arthur found out about the magic and immediately took merlin's side and defended him against the genocidal maniac but app #apparently this show is a greek tragedy now

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marvelmymarvel · 5 years

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Choose Wisely

Part 3/15

Supernatural!MultiCharacter x Reader

Synopsis: Being the daughter of a priest was never easy. Especially when demons follow you every which way. You ran away at 18 and stumbled upon the Winchesters, you learned all about the things that went bump in the night. But your life changed when you met death, and you learned all of the reasons to why supernatural things have always happened to you in particular. But when you are met with the task for choosing who will win the apocalypse, will you choose wisely?

Catch Up: Part 1 Part 2

Continue On: Part 4 Part 5

You rushed over to Chuck with Sam and Dean, you didn't really pay attention to the cars around you, more so focused on the frantic text that Sam got from him. “Chuck! There you are.” Sam exclaimed as you three came to a halt in front of the pacing man. You didn’t like Chuck, only because he seemed to downplay your character in his creepy books. “Guys... Y/N?” He stated confused as to why all three of you were there. “What's going on?” Dean pressed and you started to look around more, realizing there was no immediate danger. “Uhh nothing” Chuck stuttered out “Just uh you know... What are you guys doing here?”. You looked back at him, hoping that this wasn't what you thought it was. “You told us to come” Dean stated forcefully. All three began to argue and you stepped forwards towards the building observing it. “Oh no” Chuck stated and you turned around to look back at them “SAM” your head whipped back around towards the door and saw who it was, “oh god” you whispered “YOU MADE IT” Becky squealed as she ran down the steps.

You made eye contact with Dean as Becky flirted with Sam, and you realized who did this and why. Becky borrowed Chuck's phone to let them know about the little thing going on inside. “They’re gonna want to see it” Becky exclaimed “See what” Both boys interjected and you rolled your eyes already halfway up the stairs. “You boys really are in for a treat then if this is what I think it is” you called out. You were already in the middle of it all, you looked back to see Dean getting talked to by another ‘Dean’. You walked back over “Who the hell are you?” Dean stated and the man turned back towards him “I'm Dean too... Duh” you snorted and grabbed Deans arm “Yeah... DUH ‘Dean’” you said his name while putting up quotation marks. He glared at you but you simply rolled your eyes. You both turned and saw someone dressed as a scarecrow walking in. The boys jumped and you sighed “Uh oh its Sam and Dean. I’m in trouble now... Who are you supposed to be?” he asked you and you scoffed “IM Y/N THANK YOU” you snarled “She’s like... the lamest character, you’d be better off as bloody mary. Anyway, have fun you two” The scarecrow commented and then shoved his plastic scythe on Sam. You inhaled in shock and stepped forward to grab him but Sam yanked you back. “I AM NOT THE LAMEST” you hissed lowly “I know I know” Sam whispered “But you need to not actually kill them... Okay?” Sam whispered and you took a deep breath. You sighed and he let you go “I’m gonna grab a beer” you hissed while walking towards the bar. You heard Becky tell them what it was but you could care less at the moment.

You downed your second beer before Dean hauled you over to the stage where Chuck was going to give his speech. You stood between Sam and Dean, as you weren't trusted around these people, as 7 of them have already told you how your character was lame. You were going to kill Chuck. The guy welcoming everyone made you bored, that was until he brought up something “At 4:30 is the homo erotica section” You spit out your beer and turned to laugh in your hand. To say you were drunk was an understatement, but the look on Deans face was to die for. “Homo Erotica!” you squealed under your breath towards Dean who just looked at you in shock at your reaction, “This is gonna be a great convention, but I'm gonna need to be a lot drunker than this” you started back towards the bar but Dean yanked you back “Oh no you’re staying with me”. He introduced Chuck and he looked at you nervously. You never understood why he fancied you, it was kind of weird in your opinion. He began to drink his water and you snorted. “This dude is fucking wild” you laughed out under your breath. “So I guess uhhhh... Questions” everyone's hand shot up and you sighed, “I seriously will need another beer after this” you whispered to Dean and he nodded, 100% agree with you. A lot of the questions were normal and then there was one, “Why did you make Y/N? In my opinion, she's not really that important to the story?? Is she going to die off soo-” but Chuck cut him off “Y/N will be a big part of the story” he started looking right at you. You looked at him in confusion, “And she won't be dying soon....”. He wasn't even talking to the man, he was talking to you. Full of anger from the question and confusion from the answer, you finally turned and left the room and Dean let you go. The third beer went down easier. Chuck slid in the seat next to you and you raised your finger for another drink “Something stronger” you asked and Chuck got the hint. He got two coolers instead and walked towards Becky. Sam and Dean bolted over to Chuck and they all began arguing, you looked at the bartender and rolled your eyes, “Men” you stated and she nodded. You heard a scream and slammed down your beer, you caught up with Sam and Dean as you approached the one screaming. You were taking it all seriously until you realized it was all apart of the game. You rolled your eyes and walked back down to the bar, “I hate all of this” you grumbled and Dean agreed with you.

Dean downed his scotch and you fiddled with your straw, looking around for some entertainment. “Well you look lovely tonight” Dean purred to the girl next to him. You scoffed and took your drink, walking away from it all. You were tired of men being men. You wandered around the hotel. Every scream making you jump but you would just take a swig of your mixer and move on. And then the kid appeared. “Listen, kid-” you began but he cut you off “Help us” he stated. You sighed and dropped down to his eye level, “kid... I’m not playing this game so just-” and then he disappeared. You inhaled sharply realizing this wasn't apart of the game. Standing up you turned to leave but a woman was behind you. “NAUGHTY NAUGHTY NAUGHTY” She screamed. You ducked screaming as the woman flew at you, she knocked you on your ass but disappeared. Your drink spilled everywhere but you got up and ran out.

“ITS REAL” you screamed at Dean, gripping onto him and shaking him frantically. “Yeah yeah I know I know” and then he saw your frantic face “What happened to you” he questioned touching your pale face. You shook your head and sat down, “I don't feel so good” you whispered. “Okay, how about you sit this one out and drink some water” Dean stated as he moved you to an actual couch. You nodded and began to down the water that Sam handed you. You sat there as they left to go after the ghost that you encountered. You were shaky, and you didn't know why. You have seen demons, vampires, and ghosts, but why did this one shake you up. “You okay sugar” you heard as a person sat next to you. You rubbed your face which was in your hands and looked up, expecting yet to see another man either hitting on you or telling you how awful your character was. You were pleasantly surprised, and also slightly upset.

You opened your mouth to tell him to fuck off but he silenced you with his finger. He scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm over the back of the couch, “What's wrong honey, it looks like you’ve seen a ghost” he cooed while gripping your chin. You glared at him and he smirked snapping his fingers, you were out of there.

“Alright, let it out” he stated and unsilenced you. “You fucking asshat!” you screamed, he took you into the middle of the woods to let you scream at him all you wanted. “You lied to me! And you made me forget about you! You can't just do that!” you continued. Gabe nodded as he leaned against a tree watching you pace and rant. To him, you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, but he couldn't have you. “You know the only guardians that I have met that have actually done nice things for me are Castiel and Lucifer... Fucking LUCIFER” you snarled walking over to him. He watched you try and size him up by getting in his face. He just smiled down at you like you were a little puppy, “AND WOULD YOU STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE IM ADORABLE” you screamed in his face pushing his shoulders hard into the tree. “Now I just think you’re kinda hot from the way you're shoving me around sweets” he purred and you scoffed crossing your arms. You stood there staring at him. He was calm and collected, just how you remembered him when you were 17. You had backed up and just stared at him. You sighed, “I'm still mad” you snarled as you stomped over. You grabbed his face and brought him down for a kiss, he grabbed your hips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in deeper.

He cupped your neck and kissed you sweetly as you let go of him. “Still love me?” He asked against your lips. You smiled at him and kissed his nose, “Of course” you whispered, “Then let's get you back”.

“Did you uh... fix it without me” you stuttered out as you met with the boys. They looked at you funny and you realized your hair was a mess. You cleared your throat and smoothed it out, “Yeah... You feel any better Y/N?” Sam asked. “Yeah... can we... can we go now? I’m tired of being told how useful I am” you teased as you fiddled with your fingers. Dean nodded and you walked past, Gabe smirked from behind the wall and vanished. What they didn't know, wouldn't hurt them.

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Now who’s being cliche? - Jake Peralta imgine

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This is it. Today I move to Brooklyn from London. I'm gonna miss everyone. Especially y/b/f/). They've been there for me through thick and thin. Well, it's time to go. Taking a deep breath, I step onto the plane.

You may or may not be wondering: why am I moving? The answer, to the question that you probably didn't ask, is that I've been offered a job in a precinct. I believe it's precinct 99 but I can't fully remember. When I was younger, I went to London to go to the police academy. In fact, it was how y/b/f/n and I met. As soon as I graduated, I was offered the job in Brooklyn.

Once on the plane, I connect to the wifi. The Captain of the precinct payed for my flight and got me business class and wifi. Basically, in returns I'm gonna have to work my ass off in the precinct.

*time skip brought to you by Dean Dobbs*

I'm here. I've landed in Brooklyn. I get off the plane and head into the airport to collect my suitcase. I see the suitcase coming around the conveyor. It's painfully slow. When it finally arrives to where I'm waiting, I yank it off, too tired to care.

"Excuse me!" I hear a voice from around me. "I think you might have accidentally taken my suitcase." I turn around to face the guy who has a suitcase that's exactly identical to the one I'm holding. I check the name tag and see that it doesn't say y/f/n.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir. Does that suitcase say y/f/n on it?" I ask politely.

"Yes, it does. Does yours say Charles Boyle on it?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry sir. I-I didn't mean to take it. I'm just so so so so so so tired," I explain.

"Don't worry about it. It was a mistake and it was a very long flight. And please, call me Charles," he replies kindly, switching the suitcases so we each had our own.

"I'm so sorry once again, but could you possibly help me after passport control. I've just moved here and I need help finding my new workplace. I said I'd go there right when I got back," I asked, hoping Charles' kindness would carry on.

"Of course, where do you need to go?"

"I'm joining the 99th police precinct."

"Really?!" he asks with an excited grin.

"Yes. I need to collect my badge and talk to the Captain," I explain.

"I work there! We're gonna be co-workers! Yay! New friend!" he jumps up and down like a little girl. A smile then finds its way onto my face when I find out that there's gonna be at least one friendly face at work.

"Well, I can't wait to start working together," I smile.

"If you want, I can drive you there. Then you won't have to walk or take a taxi," Charles offers.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother."

"Nonsense, I'll drive you. Meet me by the Starbucks after passport control and I'll drive you to the precinct."

"Okay then. I'll see you soon."

"Bye..."

"y/n. My name is y/n."

"Bye y/n!"

I can already tell that this is gonna be a good job.

*after passport control*

"Hey, Jake, did you know we're getting a new detective at the precinct?! They're so nice! ... How do I know? Oh, we had the same flight from London and we accidentally took each other's suitcases. I'm gonna take them to the precinct when they're out of passport control. ... Alright, see ya soon Jake. ... Bye!"

"Hey Charles," I say while tapping him on the shoulder. He jumps 5 feet into the air.

"Holy crackers y/n! You scared me!"

"Sorry! I didn't mean to! Was that a colleague you were on the phone to? I'm sorry if it seems like I'm nosy, I just didn't want to interrupt your phone call..."

"It's fine y/n, seriously. And yeah, it was. His name is Jake. He's my best friend. I tell him everything."

"Is he nice?" I ask, worried that I'll have a douchey co-worker.

"Oh yes, don't worry. Anyway, I ordered a coffee but wasn't sure what you'd want so I got you a hot chocolate, a tea and a black coffee. I'll just have one of the ones you don't have."

"Thank you so much Charles but you didn't have to, you're too kind."

"I insist. It's like a welcome present."

I sigh, knowing I won't win. I barely know Charles but I can tell he puts others before himself and is very persistent about this sort of thing. "Alright then. I'll have a y/c. If the precinct isn't too far away, maybe we could give it to the captain?" I suggest.

"I like the way you think, y/n. And so will Captain Holt," Charles announces and I mentally cheer.

"Charles?" the barista calls out.

"I'll just grab the drinks and then we can get to the precinct," Charles says, collecting the drinks.

"Here, let me help you. Do you want me to take your suitcase?"

"Oh, no, I'll be fine but thank you."

But he wasn't. Straight after he said that, what would've and should've been the Captain's drink was spilt all over his shirt.

"Charles, drive home, get changed and I'll get a taxi to the precinct. Seriously. And please don't argue."

"Ok," Charles mumbled with a sigh. "Why does this always happen to me?" He holds his head low as he walks out of the airport. I feel bad for him. He just wanted to make a good impression.

I slowly walk outside the airport and hail a cab. I'm only successful after about 30 tries though.

"Where do you need to go?" the driver asked.

"The 99th precinct please," I responded.

The rest of the drive is in a comfortable silence as I play Crossy Road until we arrive.

"We're here. That'll be $12.76 please (I'm British, idk, I'm guessing)."

I hand over the money, say thank you and grab my suitcase.

I go into the building with my suitcase and drink. It's around 9am so I expect everyone to be there but there are only 5 people.

"May I help you?" a woman with a deadpan look asks.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I'm the new detective, I just came to talk to the Captain to sort out some stuff."

"Oh, well I'm Detective Diaz, call me Rosa and yes, I'm always like this."

O...k... She seems nice... I guess.

Then a guy walks out with an even more deadpan face. He's wearing the Captain's uniform so I guess this is Captain Holt.

"Are you Captain Holt, sir?"

"Yes, I am. Detective y/s/n, I assume?"

"Yes, it's nice to meet you sir."

"Just call me Captain. Do you know where Detective Boyle is? According to Detective Peralta, he was going to come in with you."

"We bought 3 hot drinks from Starbucks but spilt one of them down his chest so I told him to go home and change his shirt before arriving. I just took a taxi."

I heard Rosa snicker.

"He'll never change," she says.

"Change what, Detective Diaz? His clothes or clumsy traits?" Captain Holt says as he remains deadpan. I'm not sure what to do right now. Rosa just rolls her eyes.

"Anyway, Detective y/s/n. I'll give you your badge when everyone is back. There are only 4 people that aren't here. Detective Peralta, Detective Santiago, Sergeant Jeffords and, obviously, Charles. Terry is buying yogurt and Detectives Peralta and Santiago are on a stake out that should end any minute," he explains. "But in the meantime, I'll let you meet your present co-workers. Detective Rosa Diaz, Gina, Detective Scully and Detective Hitchcock." He for some reason sighs when he says the last 2 names.

"It's nice to meet you guys," I say, pretending not to be tired.

"Be honest, how much sleep did you get?" Rosa asks.

"3 hours at home, none on the plane," I answered truthfully.

"Are you alright to stay until the others arrive or would you like to--" Captain Holt was cut off by a large string of men in handcuffs walking through.

"Hey cutie," one of them said to me while winking.

"Shut up you filthy pig," I said while rolling my eyes.

"I like them," Rosa said to Captain Diaz.

"Peralta, Santiago, how many are there?" Holt asked, ignoring Rosa's comment.

"15 perps, 70 kilos of drugs. Heroin, in fact," a woman explained as her and a man walked in.

"Who just has 70 kilos of drugs lying around? And how has no member of the public ever reported it because surely someone would find the 70 kilos?" I wonder out loud. Everyone just stares at me.

"I'll tell you if you take me out," the same perp says.

"I swear, you'll be needing an ambulance if I hear another word come out of your mouth," Rosa threatened.

"Don't worry about it, Rosa. I have my ways to sort out pervs like these," I reply. Everyone carries on staring at me. I suddenly hear heavy footsteps and panting coming from the entrance. I look over and see it's Charles.

"Hey Charles. How are you doing?" I ask politely.

"Yeah, how's the klutz?" Rosa asks while chuckling.

"I'm fine thanks. And hi to you too Rosa," Charles replies sweetly.

"Have you seen Sergeant Jeffords?" Holt asks.

"I'm right here," Terry replies, carrying an armful of yogurts.

"I'm sorry, but, if you don't mind me asking, why do you have so many yogurts?" I ask, trying not to seem rude.

"Because I love yogurt. Plus, calcium," he explains. I nod my head in response.

"Well, now that everyone's here, I can introduce our new detective. Everyone, this is Detective y/s/n. They went to a police academy in London and have come all this way to join us," Detective Holt explains.

"Oh, you're the one Charles told me about. I'm Jake Peralta, the best detective in this precinct," he says.

"I'll believe that when I see it," I say with a smirk.

"Amy Santiago. Nice to meet you..."

"Oh, right, sorry, how rude of me. y/f/n," I introduce myself.

"I can tell we'll be good friends," Amy says with a smile. You can physically see a weight lifted off my shoulders and I start to relax a bit. Amy just laughs a bit at my reaction.

"Terry Jeffords, I'll be your Sergeant."

"It's nice to meet you, sir."

"Hey, sorry to cut in to this little meet and greet, but why is Charles so out of breath?" Jake asks. "And why did he get here after you? I thought he was bringing you here?"

"Well, he was, but..." Charles nods at me as if to give permission to tell them what happened. "He bought 3 hot drinks from the Starbucks and spilt one on his shirt so I told him to go home and that I'd just take a taxi. I don't know why he's so out of breath though."

"My car ran out of gas so I called a tow truck and ran here once they took it," he explained.

"How far away were you?" I ask.

"30 blocks." (Look, like I said, I'm British, I'm just guessing here)

"Holy crap," Jake said.

"Well anyway," Gina says after a long period of silence. "What's it like in London? Is it posh? Did you meet the Queen?"

"No, not everyone's posh. Some people are, but most weren't. Those who were were absolute pricks though. 'Oh, my father is a politician, I'm more important than all of you'," I said the last bit in a mockingly posh accent. A few people snickered. "And no, I didn't meet the Queen."

"Well, Detective y/s/n, since everyone's here, I can now give you your badge," Captain Holt said, coming out of an office that I presume is his. When did he even go in there? He walked over to me and put the badge around my neck.

"Speech! Speech!" I hear Jake yell.

"Yeah! Do a speech!" Charles squeals. I stand on a chair to show that I'm gonna do a speech.

"Thank you all for being here on this iconic day where I, Detective y/f/n, am officially a detective. I'd like to thank my mum and grandma for being there for me and the 99th precinct in New York for not scaring me away and encouraging me to do this speech. I can already tell it's going to be amazing and an experience I'll never forget," I finish, earning a round of applause.

"Charles, are you crying?!" Gina asks, trying to stifle her laughter.

"No... I just have something in my eyes."

"What?" Jake asks, smirking.

"Tears..." Charles admits.

"Okay, can we let y/n go now, she needs to find her new home, unpack and sleep," Holt says.

"Do you need a ride?" Jake asks.

"It's alright, I'll just get another taxi," I say, not wanting to be a bother. "Besides, you have work."

"Actually, I don't have a case right now. I'm free."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, the Captain loves me. Captain Holt! You love me, right?"

"Nope," the Captain replies.

"Well I can take y/n home though, right? I don't have a case right now," Jake asks.

"Sure," Holt replies. I'd say he doesn't care but I haven't heard his voice show any expression once so I really don't know.

"Bye Captain," Jake yells to the Captain. He's responded with silence. He turns to me with a stupid grin on his face.

"I have no words," is all I say.

"But you just said that you have no words so technically you do," he says, looking proud of himself. I roll my eyes and a smile creeps onto my face.

"Smart ass," I say, the smile still evident on my face.

"It's what I do. Now shall we go?"

"We shall," I reply while grabbing my suitcase.

"Where am I driving you to?"

"Um, I think it's Eighth Avenue," I check my phone for confirmation. "Yep, Eighth Avenue."

He opens the car door for me.

"Thank you kind sir," I say while curtsying in my sweatpants as a joke. It obviously works, because he starts laughing.

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"So, this is your new apartment?" Jake asks as we stand outside, preparing ourselves to go in.

"Yup. I have no idea what to expect," I answer, scared as to what would be inside.

"Wait. You bought an apartment but don't know what's inside it?"

"As soon as I told my mum about the job here in Brooklyn, she insisted to pay the first year of rent and wanted me first seeing the apartment to be a surprise. I told her she didn't have to but my family is very stubborn and persistent."

"What does your mom do?" Jake asks.

"She's a detective in Leeds. We moved there from y/h/t when I was 5. She inspired me to follow in her footsteps and become a detective. She's amazing."

"That's an amazing backstory. Much better than mine."

"What's yours then? I'm sure it's good."

"I was born in New York, as an only child. I played baseball and my dad was the coach of my team. But when I was 7 and halfway through our last season, my dad left me and my mom," Jake explains, now hanging his head low. "I know, it's lame. I'm the stereotypical cop with a tragic background."

"Well I don't think it's lame. So what it's the stereotype. My dad died when I was 16. Being in secondary school when you're dad's just died isn't the nicest thing at all. Especially when you have to take GCSEs at that time."

"I'm just gonna stop you right there. What are GCSEs? In fact, just explain the English education system," Jake asks.

"A GCSE stands for a General Certificate of Secondary Education. In England, you start primary school when you're 4 and finish in Year 6 when you're 11. Yes, I know that's the equivalent to 7 years, not 6, but the first year is called reception, then Year 1, Year 2 etc. But anyway, at the end of year 6, you take SATs which stand for Standard Attainment Tests. Then for Year 7 to 11, you go to a secondary school. At the end of Year 11, you take GCSEs. Then, from the ages of 16-18, you can either get an apprenticeship or go to college and get a-levels. Then you can go to university if you want."

"Oh, ok. You may continue now," Jake says.

"I know my dad was murdered though and they never found the killer. At this point, a lot of people think 'oh, so you became a cop to avenge your dad's death'. No. I honestly couldn't care less. He was an abusive alcoholic. It was verbal abuse though, he wouldn't dare hit anyone. But he said some pretty toxic stuff to my mum and I love my mum more than anyone else in the world. If I didn't have any self control, I'd have probably ripped his throat out. I guess that's a small factor as to why I became a cop though: to stop people like him. But the main reason is because of my mum," I confess. Jake just looks at me in bewilderment. I click in front of his face to snap him out of it. "Um, Jake. Hello. Earth to Jake." Nothing. "I had sex with a goat." That snapped him out of it.

"What?" he asked in shock.

"I had to get you out of your trance somehow and it was the first strange thing that came to mind. And I don't know who your celebrity crushes are."

"But still. Did you actually have sex with a goat?"

"No! That's gross! And a misdemeanor!"

"Maybe that's just what you want me to think," Jake says and put this hand on his chin so it looks like he's actually considering that. I roll my eyes and flick his head. "Hey!" I ignore him and unlock the door to the new apartment.

"Holy crap y/n."

"Holy crap indeed," I say in awe. I scan my surroundings and spot a note. I walk over to it and pick it up.

Dear y/n,

Hello, my name is Dafni and welcome to the building! I'm your landlord by the way. If you need anything, and I mean anything, just call me. My number is 384-0217. I'll be happy to help.

Dafni xxx

P.S. don't worry about rent, I'm friends with your mom and we've made a deal. As long as you look after a stray dog I found, you can stay here for free. I'll drop him tomorrow for you.

"Jake, this just got even more 'holy crap'," I say, not believing that what I'm reading is true. Jake comes over and reads the note.

"Seriously?! You get a free dog AND apartment! I'm so jealous."

"You can come over and play with the dog if you want! I'll even let you name him. But no, you can't call him Jake Jr."

"How did you know I was gonna say that? I might've said Damien." I return with a look that says 'really'. "Ok, fine, you caught me."

"Just come after work tomorrow then you can choose his name when you see him," I suggest.

"Good idea but, are you sure this isn't just a way to try and win me over," Jake flirts. My stomach suddenly erupts with butterflies but luckily, I'm a good actor and liar so I just pretend to brush it off and roll my eyes.

"Is this what it's gonna be like to work with you Peralta?" I ask with a smirk.

"You know it," he says with a wink. Even more butterflies enter my stomach when he winks. And he's fit. Like honestly, you can't deny it.

"I've enjoyed your visit, but I need to go to the shops to get stuff for the dog and food for myself."

"You don't need to buy food. You can just get takeout everyday."

"We can't all be like you Peralta. I gotta buy some food."

"Alright then. You want me to come with?" Jake offers.

"Only if they don't need you at the precinct."

"They'll just call me if they need me," he shrugs.

"Let's go then."

*time skip brought to you by Cedric Diggory*

"This is the nearest Walmart to your apartment," Jake announces as we get out of his car.

"Did you know that they tend to call apartments 'flats' in England?"

"No. And that's a strange fact, where did that come from?"

"I don't know. I just thought it was an interesting fact," I stated.

"Fair enough."

"So they sell pet stuff and food stuff here?"

"Yep."

"Well that's convenient."

We manage to find everything we need in maybe half an hour. We head to the Starbucks after I pay and I get a coffee because I seriously need some caffeine. Jake and I are talking about Harry Potter when he gets a phone call. He looks at the caller ID and shows me. It's the Captain. He picks up.

"Hey Captain. ... Yeah, I'm with them right now. ... We're on our way." Is all he says before he hangs up.

"Holt needs us to go to a perp's house. Right now," Jake states, starting to walk out.

"It's a good thing I've gotten some caffeine then. What did they do?" I ask, following him to his car.

"We've got reports of a hostage in an abandoned house."

"Seriously? Talk about cliché."

"Unfortunately, some people like being cliché criminals."

"Why us anyway? Why not someone at the station?" I ask, getting into the car.

"Must all be busy."

"Fair enough. Now let's go catch a criminal!" I say enthusiastically. Jake chuckles at my response and starts driving.

*time skip brought to you by being cliché*

"Put this vest on and take this gun. Go in behind me. I trust you can do this but just in case," Jake says, putting his vest on. This is one thing I like about Jake: he has quite a childish personality but is incredibly serious about what he's passionate about and knows when it is or isn't the right time to crack a joke. I think I'm starting to like him, but I need to get to know him better first. We might end up being completely different and incompatible and then it'd get awkward around the workplace. Then no one would be happy.

I put the vest on and grab the gun, holding it like I was taught in the academy. We get to the door to see the backup waiting for us to arrive.

"Ok, this is a big house Jake, we're probably going to have to split up. I'll take half the backup, you take the other half. I'll do the upstairs, you do the downstairs. It'll be easier to stop any perps from leaving down here and you're more experienced."

Jake sighs. "As much as I don't want you by yourself, I guess we have to in this instance. Use the radio if you find anything, ok?"

"Ok, Jake. You're forgetting I went to an academy too."

"Right, sorry."

"It's fine, it was a mistake and you mean well."

"Alright, after 3. 1... 2... 3! NYPD, put your hands up!" Jake orders. He did this because we saw some perps straight away. Like seriously. You'd think you should be good at being a criminal to be one for this long and not get caught. "y/n, could you get them before checking out upstairs." Jake asks but it comes out more as a statement.

"You have the right to remain silent. If you do say anything, what you say can be used against you in a court of law," I say as I handcuff and arrest the perps. I quickly put them in the van and lock them in so they can't escape. I then return to the team. "Let's go," I command. They follow me up the stairs and we go into a room at a time to check for perps while also making sure that none creep past us and escape.

I get to the last room and go in to see the hostage and about 5 perps. I'm about to radio Jake when one of them shoots at me but I dodge the bullet. "Hands up! NYPD! You're being arrested for kidnapping! You have the right to remain silent. If you do say anything, what you say can be used against you in a court of law." Another person shoots at me but I dodge once again. I may be tired but I'm now on an adrenaline rush. A third bullet comes my way and it barely misses me. "Alright, that's it." I knock the ones with guns over and take them so they have no weapons. "Arrest them. I'll talk to the hostage." The backup does as I say and take them to the van. "Hey, are you alright?" I ask. The hostage shakes his head. "Do you need an ambulance?" He nods his head. "Would you mind showing me your injuries? I need to make a note so they can use it in court." He points out his busted lip, motions to some of his ribs and his back. "Do you mind if I take a look at your back?" He shakes his head and shows me his mostly exposed back. "Did they whip you with a belt?" He nods his head. "Ok, I'm going to need to take a picture of your lip and back, ok? Thank you very much for your co-operation by the way." He nods, showing that he consents to the pictures. "Do you know what happened to your rib? You don't have to tell me right now if you don't want to."

"Punched and kicked. Broke it," he replied with a very strained voice as if it hurt to talk.

"I see," I say, making a note. "You will probably have to be a witness in court are you ok with that, sir?" He nods his head again. "That's all for now, sir. If you want to talk to me again, my name is Detective y/f/n." He nods his head to acknowledge me.

"y/n? What happened?" I hear Jake's voice through the radio.

"I found the hostage and about 5 perps. I was about to radio you but one of them shot at me," I respond.

"Are you ok?! Did they get you?! I'll kill them if you need!"

"Don't worry Peralta, I'm fine. I managed to dodge all of the bullets. All of the perps have been arrested and I've just talked to the hostage. He's got a busted lip, a slashed back and what I think is a broken rib. I'm about to phone the ambulance."

"Thank goodness you're ok."

"I know right, what would you do without me?" I ask sassily. The only reply I hear is a load of incoherent mumbling. "What was that Jake?"

"Don't worry about it y/n."

"... Ok then. I'll call the ambulance then." I grab my phone and dial 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"We need an ambulance at the abandoned house on McGuinness Boulevard."

"What happened?"

"I'm Detective y/s/n for the 99th precinct and we have an injured hostage."

"Do you have an idea about their injury?"

"I think it's a busted lip, broken rib and he was whipped on the back with a belt."

"Thank you, an ambulance is on its way."

"Thank you," I said and hung up.

"y/n!" many voices yell. I turn around and see Amy, Rosa, Charles, Terry and Holt. Amy, Charles and Terry run up to me and engulf me in a hug.

"Um, ok. This is happening then. Why are you guys here anyway? I thought you were busy," I question.

"Jake called the Captain and we all wanted to come and make sure you're alright," Amy explains.

"Thanks so much guys, but I'm fine. Seriously."

"A-Amy?" the hostage asks. Amy looks at him.

"Teddy? I thought you were in Queens? And a police officer," Amy asks in shock.

"I'm sorry, did I miss something?" I ask.

"Teddy's my ex-boyfriend."

"Yikes," I say. "Talk about an awkward encounter."

"Not helping, y/n." Amy says quietly.

"I don't think you should talk right now though. He sounds like he's really straining his voice when he talks," I explain. Amy looks at me like I just told her she won the lottery. 'Thank you', she mouthed. "Anyway, we should get going once the ambulance arrives."

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We all go downstairs and Jake runs up to me and engulfs me in a very tight hug.

"Oh thank goodness you're ok, y/n," he says.

"Jake-- can't-- breathe--" I wheeze.

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Right. Right. Right. Sorry," he apologizes profusely.

"It's fine. Don't worry," I say, not entirely sure what's happening to everyone. I turn around to look back at everyone and Amy and Charles are grinning like idiots. "Are you two alright?" I ask, starting to worry for their mental health. "You look like you could explode any minute."

"Jake, we need to talk to you. Right now," Amy demands, the grin somehow getting even wider.

"O... k..." Jake says before they drag him away.

"What's happening. Seriously. What's up with those three?" I ask.

"I don't know but I'm joining them," Rosa states.

"I'm just gonna go and wait in Jake's car so we can get to the station and file the report," I announce and leave, not knowing what the heck was happening. I start leaving when the Captain calls my name.

"Good work today y/n," he says, his voice still monotonous as usual.

"Thank you Captain," I reply, very satisfied with myself. I carry on my walk and turn my head towards the four detectives that are talking. They're all looking at me. I awkwardly wave and give an awkward half smile. They all do the same back, except for Rosa. She just rolls her eyes, comes over to me and drags me over to the other three. They seem to glare at Rosa. "If you guys don't want me in this conversation, I can just continue my journey to Jake's car," I suggest.

"There's no need to leave, we were just talking about... how you're getting a free apartment and dog! I'd love to visit you and your dog but I'm allergic, I'm afraid," Amy says.

"Well, so was my dad but if you really want a dog, you can get a dog that doesn't shed. For example, a labradoodle, a maltease terrier or a shih tzu. Have you seen maltease terriers? They're so cute!" I fangirl. I take out my phone and open my camera roll.

"This is my cousin's maltese terrier, Barney. He's so cute!"

"Oh. My. Goodness. He's adorable!" Charles joins in with the fangirling.

"It's a crime to be that cute!" says Amy. This is amazing. Three of us are fangirling over dogs. I'm home. I check what time it is and see it's 12:30.

"Hey, I'm starving, anyone want to get some food with me?" I offer.

"Holt said Santiago and I can have some time off, as long as we're on call. So I guess we could get something with you," Rosa answers. "You two dorks have to get back to the precinct." She directed the last part at Peralta and Charles. Jake sighs.

"Fine. I'll see you three later. Let's go Charles," he says reluctantly.

"So, what food do you guys want?" I ask after they've left and we're in Rosa's car.

"Pancakes?" Amy suggests.

"Oooooh I love pancakes," I say.

"We could go to iHop," Rosa says.

"I've never been," I admit.

"Then it's good that we're here to witness your world change," Amy says like a proud mum.

We get to iHop and go in and get a booth.

"What were you guys actually talking about when Rosa dragged me to the conversation?" I ask. I just can't stop thinking about it.

"What are you talking about? We were talking about--"

"They were talking about how Jake likes you," Rosa interrupts.

"Rosa!"

"Oh come on, they're not an idiot. y/n's a detective for crying out loud. And you're 1. a terrible liar and 2. and would tell them anyway because you'd burst from excitement," Rosa says while rolling her eyes. Amy just stares at her lap in embarrassment. I don't know what happens for a bit because I've zoned out. He likes me? Like like-like? But we've known each other for a few hours. Then again, I did say I thought I might like him too. Now I'm the one being cliché. Damn, what do I do? I know that I said earlier that I'll wait but I thought he wouldn't have feelings for me. Suddenly I see a pair of fingers snap in front of me.

"Hello? y/n? Are you there?" (are you there? Are you-- ok, you're not there but we need to talk, my stomach's aching like I swallowed an enormous rock) Rosa asked, snapping me out of it.

"Hmm, yes, I'm here, what were you saying?"

"You like him," Amy says and I swear a saw an actual light bulb appear above her head. My response is to have some of my milkshake which appeared during my soliloquy. If I'm drinking, I can't speak. "Awwwww, that's so cute! OTP!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize Charles was here," I joke.

"You should ask him out!" Amy sequels in excitement.

"Who? Charles? No thanks, he's not my type."

"You know who I'm talking about, y/n."

"No way. I have a crippling fear of rejection. It's why I just tend to stay inside all day. Besides, what if it goes wrong? What if we end up breaking up? That'd be awful for everyone, not just us."

"That's IF you break up. No one's saying you actually will," Amy said. I'm not sure how strong her counter argument was though.

"Alright, I'm gonna call Jake. He'll ask you out y/n, then you're good and won't get rejected," Rosa said. She got her phone out and called him. The iHop was empty so she put it on speaker.

"Hey Rosa," Jake says.

"Hi. Ask y/n out."

"Are you crazy? They'll say no."

"No they won't. A thousand push-ups."

We hear Jake sigh on the other end. "Alright, fine. I'll ask them out. But 1. I don't have their number and 2. if I get rejected, you owe me, huge time."

"I'll send you their number. Just do it." Straight after she says that, she hangs up. "What's your number?" she asks me.

"845-3915."

"Ok. Sent."

It's about 30 seconds later and I get a text that reads 'hey its jake'. I reply with 'your grammar is awful'. He responds immediately with 'oh yeah? well u say aluminium weird'. I say 'no, we say it correctly. it's the language of English, not American'. He just responds with two messages '...' and 'shut up' to which I laugh at.

"What ya laughing at?" Amy asks with raised eyebrows.

"Jake's being a dork," I respond.

"Did you just call me a dork?" I hear a voice next to me and I literally jumped out of my skin.

"For crying out loud, don't do that! I almost had a heart attack!" I said while Jake was laughing his head off.

"Y-you should've seen your face!" he laughs and I just flip him off. He stops looking and looks at me, mocking being offended. "How dare you be so rude to the one and only Jake Peralta."

"What are you gonna do about it? You have no authority over me," I say, following it with a fake evil laugh. The just smirks. "What are you--" Then he starts tickling me and I get the giggles.

"Stop flirting, you two. While you were doing that, I got a text from Holt. He needs me and Amy back at the station. He said you can go Peralta and you should go home for the rest of the day, y/n," Rosa says.

"Ok, I'm just gonna go home and watch a load of sad movies and cry. I'm gonna watch Coco, The Fault In Our Stars, Guardians Of The Galaxy, 1&2 that is--" I start.

"Wait, you cried watching the Guardians Of The Galaxy movies? How?" Jake asks.

In the first one, Groot. In the second one, Yondu," I answer.

"Oooh. Yeah, I forgot that they happened. But can I come with you? You're gonna need a big, strong man to help you get through them," Jake said.

"Great! Call me when you find a big, strong man to help in the tough times." Jake pouts in response. "Don't do that to me, Jake. Fine, you can come."

"Yay! Bye gu--" Jake goes to say bye to Rosa and Amy but they've already gone.

"What? Did you not notice they'd left? I literally gave them both a hug. But let's go, ya dork."

*time skip*

"What do you want to watch? I imagine you don't want to watch tfios, so, I'll let you pick," I say.

"Um, actually, y/n. I have something to ask you."

"Sure. What's up?"

"Look, I know we've only met today, but I really like you and was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me sometime. I totally get if you don't want to but I-I just thought I should ask. I'm sorry, I've blown it, haven't I? Crap, I knew I shouldn't have do--"

"Jake. Shut up for a minute. I'd love to go on a date with you. I've been waiting since you texted me."

"What do you mean?" he asks and I tell him what went down in the iHop. At the end, his face looks like a tomato.

"You're so cute when you blush," I say to Jake. A smirk then forms on his face.

"I'm sure you're cuter when you blush." I can already feel the blush forming on my cheeks when he says that but it then gets 100x stronger when he kisses me.

"Now who's being cliché?" I ask after he pulls away, trying to distract him from my blush.

"Just shut up and come here," he says with open arms, wanting to cuddle.

"But seriously, which movie do you want to watch?"

"Die Hard."

"Don't say it."

"Because I'm a die hard fan of you."

"Cliché!"

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mychemicalimagines · 5 years

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The Walking Marauders (2) Remus Lupin

No Magic. As soon as the dead starting walking, Melissa Potter just wanted to find her family. After waking up from a coma she finds herself in the world of the undead. She goes into the city and finds Remus Lupin. How will they go on in this world? Will they fight together or fight each other??

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I just realized I never said this but Michael from the first chapter is Dean Thomas’ father. He didn’t have a name so I named him. Requests are still open, as well as the tag list. I’m sorry If I missed you on this chapter please message me and I will add you. Also I am changing the way some characters would have acted. Its just to go with the way the story is going. Also Harry, Ron and Hermione is younger than Carl and Sophia is in the show. They’re about 4 instead of 10 like them. I made them so they don’t go straight into guns like Carl did.

Warning: Cussing, Zombie death. Kidnapping, angry female. threat to kill/maim young kid.

“Mel?” I hear from behind me. I know that voice. It can’t be.

“Sirius?” I ask turning around. “Oh my god!” We both walk forward meeting in the middle, wrapping each other in a hug.

“How are you here?” He whispers into my hair surprised.

“What do you mean?” I ask pulling away from the hug to look at his confused face.

“The day this all started, the army was killing everyone that coughed, sneezed or even wiped their nose. I went straight to your room to see if you were okay, but your heart machine was off. I checked your pulse but I couldn’t feel anything. I closed your door and hid you so that if I got a chance I could go back and bury you I would,” he says tearing up a bit.

“Its okay Sirius. I’m fine,” I say hugging him again.

“Aunt Mel. Uncle Sirius said you died,” Harry says pulling on my pant leg.

I pull from the hug to look down at him. “Harry,” I say kneeling. “Uncle Sirius had every right to say that. He honestly believed that. I’m fine. That’s all that matters right,” I ask him as I fix his glasses. He nods and runs over to a red-haired boy that’s with Molly.

I stand straight up and smile.

“I can’t believe I found you guys,” I say to my brother and Sirius.

“How did you even get into the city?” James asks.

I tell them the story of me waking up, finding Frank, driving here and running into Remus.

“Bag of guns?” Sirius asks.

“I guess you forgot about the guns hidden in the office next to mine,” I smirk walking over to the van. I look in the back and grab the bag. I turn to Sirius and I open the bag. He smirks looking inside.

“As I recall you were the only one that had a key-”

“Melissa? Melissa Potter?” I freeze in my spot. No please no. Not him.

“Severus?” I step around Sirius to take a look. He steps forward and pulls me into his arms.

“I’m so happy you’re safe,” he says.

“Thanks,” I awkwardly pat his back.

“You two know each other?” James asks stepping forward toward Severus.

“This is Severus, my ex boyfriend I told you guys about,” I say to the guys.

Severus pulls from the hug, “Who are these guys to you Melly?”

“First of all, don’t call me that. Second of all it shouldn’t matter but James is my twin brother and Sirius was my partner,” I answer him rolling my eyes.

“I thought your name was Snape?” Sirius asks glancing at me then back at Severus.

“Severus Snape,” He corrects, “Dr. Severus Snape”

I roll my eyes, “Anyway Sirius you can put this bag with the rest. Where-”

“Wait! Where is my husband?” A woman yells. Sirius and I look straight over to her.

“Mrs. Granger?” Sirius asks walking over to her. I follow him.

“Andrea? Where is my husband?” She asks again pulling her daughter with her.

“He was being an asshole so we left him on the roof of the building we were in,” Andrea says.

“Wait!? There were more people?” I snap fulling standing next to Sirius now.

“You just left him there?” Mrs. Granger turns to me.

“I never met him. I will personally go back and bring him back,” I say honestly.

“Me too,” Remus says walking up beside me. I smile at him as a thank you and he just winks at me.

“You better,” she snaps. She grabs her daughters hand and pulls her to the tent they are staying in.

“Should we bring more people?” Remus asks me.

Michael walks up and says, “I’ll go. Dean is with Molly, so I can come. I tried to talk to Andrea out of it but she just locked the door.”

“I’ll go too,” Arthur says. “I can unlock the door with tools I have in the RV.”

“So were sacrificing four people for Mr. Granger?” Severus says walking up. “That guy wouldn’t give you water if you were dying of thirst”

“Severus. Just shut up. Sirius, get some supplies together for us please. We’ll leave in 30.” I say turning to everyone.

“Sure thing darling,” He pats my back and walks toward the Weasley’s RV.

I look at the other 3. “Are you sure? You guys just came back with me today.”

“I’m good to go” Remus nods. Thank god. I know i’ll need his help. He’s the only one I trust right now. Not including my family and Sirius.

“It’s partially my fault for not telling you he was up there. Molly and my family understand.” Arthur nods at me.

“I’m good. Dean is taken care of.” Michael says.

I turn to everyone in the campsite as they walk away to say goodbye to their families, “The four of us are leaving an a half hour. We will be back tonight or very early tomorrow morning. I’m very sorry about this. I didn’t even know he was up there”

Everyone nods and Sirius walks up to us with a bag.

“This has food, water and some of the guns you brought with you.” He hands it to Arthur who walks back to the van. I turn to Remus.

“Was it the same building we were in?” I ask.

“I think so. I remember how to get there. While were out we can also look in the store down the street,” Remus says.

“Are you guys ready now,” I ask as they walk back.

“Yep” They say and Remus gets the keys. “I’ll drive. I remember a shortcut on the way back.”

We all pile into the van and Remus drives us. I can’t believe I found my family. Its all because of this handsome guy sitting next to me. I should talk to him more and get to know him. I stare out the window for a little bit.

“Mel? Are you okay?” Remus asks pulling me out of daydreaming.

I look over at him and smile, “Actually Remus, I’m fantastic.”

He smiles and nods looking back at the road. He is so sweet. I wonder where he got the scars from. Not that it matters to me. He’s handsome with them.

“Were here,” He says putting the car in park.

“Do we want to get Mr. Granger first or stop at that store?” Michael asks.

“Well we should get Mr. Granger first. We’d be doubling back,” Remus says.

“Also Its a really hot day and he is probably dehydrated. He could still die.” I say running toward the building. The guys follow me and Remus shows me the way up to the roof. Arthur uses some bolt cutters to get the door open and all four of us bust in the door and run around the roof.

“Oh god,” Michael says making us all look at him. I slowly walk over to the pipe that hes standing in front of. All I see is the zip ties that were holding him there and a bloody hand on the ground. I cover my mouth. Oh no. He’s gone. I see a line of blood going toward another door on the other side of the roof.

“Remus” I say without looking at him and I follow the blood. I can hear his footsteps behind me and I pull my gun out of my holster. I slowly open the door holding my gun up. There’s a staircase going back down. I go straight down looking around. I see a couple dead walkers, ignoring them I keep following the trail of blood. It brings me to a broken, bloody window. I sigh and turn to Remus.

“He jumped,” Remus says and I nod.

“We can go outside. 2 of us go to the store and the other 2 will look for him,” I say looking at the guys.

“I’ll go to the store,” Remus says.

“I’ll go with you,” Arthur says. Remus looks at me and smiles touching my arm. I blush a little and they walk back up toward the roof.

“Okay Michael, it looks like he went toward where the van was parked. We can look around there first.” I say pointing toward the other door in the room putting my gun away pulling out my knife.

Michael and I walk out the door looking around for Mr. Granger. I go to the exact stop where the van was and theres a couple of walkers which I take them out quickly and quietly. I walk quickly to the road to see if he could be walking back. Nope. I sigh and i look at Michael.

“I don’t know this city well. Could there be anywhere he could possibly go to fix his hand?” I ask.

“Well there’s-” Michael gets cut off by Arthur running up to us pulling a young kid about the age of 17 with him.

“Remus was kidnapped!” He says quickly.

I turn to him quickly. “What?”

“This morons group went for a bag of food Remus and I put together and a fight broke out and I grabbed this kid and his group took Remus.” I turn to the kid.

“Where are they?” I snap. No one is taking Remus away from me. I barley even got to know him.

“I ain’t telling you shit.” He glares at me.

I grab his shirt and I pull him to me. “You don’t tell me where he is, you won’t return to him unscathed. Maybe you’ll lose a body part. Probably a foot seeing as you’ll need those to run from walkers. Now tell me where my guy is at?” I say venomously.

“The b-big g-green b-building,” the kid stutters out.

“Show me,” I snap.

I push him in front of him still holding his shirt. He walks us to a huge building and points to the back of the building. I push him that way and we stand in the back while Arthur knocks on the door and he stands back behind me. A man walks out with a group of people.

“Well hello, how can we help you? Seeing you have one of my guys, you must be the group taking our food.” He says smirking at me.

“Well seeing as my group got that food, its my food but you also have someone that belongs to me,” I say calmly to him.

“G! She threatened to cut my foot off!” The young man says to him.

“Cops do that?” He asks giving me a look.

“In this world, when someone takes someone that belongs with my group I do.” I step forward. “Seems like an even trade. Your guy for mine.”

“Well I see that you still have the bag my group went to grab so no its not an even trade.” He says smartassly.

“Its an even trade, because this belongs to us. We found it. Its ours now give me back-”

“No I see two opinions. You come back with Miguel and my bag of food and you live. Or you can come back locked and loaded and we’ll see who sheds more blood” He says turning around and going back inside.

I grab Miguel and we go back to the building where we lost Mr. Granger.

“What are we going to do? This bag has the last edible foods,” Arthur says.

“Oh well get Remus back. And were keeping the food” I say looking at the bag Sirius put together for us.

“G will kill you guys. You don’t know how crazy he can be.” Miguel says laughing at us. I turn to him and I get right in his face.

“You haven’t seen crazy” I glare.

“What you mean,” Michael asks looking at me.

I pick up a shotgun from the table and I cock the gun.

“We’re going locked and loaded.” I smile at Arthur and Michael. “We’re getting Remus back.”

Hopefully you guys like this chapter. Please please please comment! Requests are still open so please submit those to my ask box or even message me.

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lucymarion · 2 years

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mulder, do you know how much a body cost?

i dont really know what to talk about rn lol i just wanted to write something

uh okay so i decided to tell you everything i did today

so i woke up at like 7:25am

i took a shower

i washed my hair today because if i dont it will be too oily and heavy and itchy and hot

then i dressed up

i actually wore my uniform today

we got it fixed because it was too tight on me, so i used my excess skirt for the cloth and it was good and it felt great

here's some pictures lol

i took these before it was tailored but it's fine because it still looks the same just more comfortable for me

i tried to teach myself how to tie a tie earlier kasi the actual uniform has a green necktie talaga but i didnt know how to put one on and i find it hard to follow tutorials so tinabi ko muna

plus i think its fine din naman kasi most of female classmates dont have the necktie din so theres that

i only have one class today and i finished it at 10:00 am

i was hungry so i went to our shop to buy some food and bought pandesal!!!! very cool and even if it wasnt that hot anymore it was still feel

my favorite palaman on pandesal is lady's choice chicken spread :D

okay and then i go home ate the pandesal while cooking rice for my sister

and i have some confession lol i started eating rice again since like 02/01 i think

it's because it doesnt make me feel satisfied anymore so i keep on eating trash so i decided to shut the fuck up and just eat rice again in secret

nobody knows this and its really stupid that i feel scared that they'll know and i have to stop being a pussy

anyways while waited for the rice to cook i watched x-files on tv :D

very cool and fun episode i think it was 1x07 ??? i think ice was the episode title IT WAS VERY GOODDDD

i really thought it would have a part 2 pero they resolved it naman at the end

not completely resolved though like it was just buried

thats like the thing with x-files mulder and scully doesnt actually finish the job some things they handle just go away unexplained and it just still stays as an an x-file

pero despite that i am having fun watching them they really remind of sam and dean and they run in a motw format so i am happy

anyways enough about x-files i paused the show at 11:10am to feed my sister then completely stopped watching at 12pm because its her time to attend classes na

then yon i was getting dizzy ng slight so humiga muna ko then tumayo ako ng 12:50 ata to eat and wash the dishes

yon i finsihed at 2:00pm i think thennnn nagsamsam ako ng damit then i fixed hangers and then i swept the floor then humiga ako ng ilang seconds, combed my greasy ass hair and then pumunta na ko sa shop

nung nasa shop na ko i watched a little gmm videos yk konting smosh clips idk

theyve been giving me serotonin these past few days and whenever im bored i just play some funnies and get on with my day

then i emailed something to my teacher and after i finished that i watched more x-files until i was sent home :3

then yun i fed my sister again then i ate, watched more x-files while waiting for my mother to come home

then eventually she comes home, eats and then i wash the dishes and then i take a shower then watched some gmm, scrolled tiktok, facebook and tumblr and then now im here writing this

this is actually everything that i do in a school week

if it was weekends or there's no classes, i usually wake up at like 8:30-9:00am then by 11am if im not getting distracted by my phone i would be in our shop

so yes thats how my day goes everyday

free yoongi pics

i still dont what to talk about so i will just sleep

goof night

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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 6 years

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Where You’ve Been Part 12 (The Final Chapter)

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Cas stared down at the letter in his hand. When he told you to write the letter, he had been hoping that you’d tell Sam how much you’d really needed him. Instead you told him to move on and be with someone else.

Maybe this was what you really needed. Learning to deal with everything on your own instead of with the love and support you’d get from Sam. But that was the point. Growing up you never had love and support. You had yourself, now you were hurting Sam and pushing him away before he could do that you. It was all making sense now.

Cas folded the letter up and put it in an envelope and wrote ‘Sam’ on the front of it before he put it down in his brief case and got ready to leave for the day. He texted Elle letting her know that he was making a stop before he came home. She sent back ‘okay, I love you’ a few moments later. Cas put his phone away walking out to his car.

He drove to Sam’s house and slipped the letter in his mail box knowing he’d be broken hearted, but this was for your best interest. Cas hoped and prayed that you both would be able to move on. You needed to find your own inner strength. Sam prevented that from happening.

Sam woke up the next morning, walked out to get his paper when he noticed his mail box was open. As he went to shut it he noticed the envelope inside. He pulled it out looking it over as he walked back inside.

Your favorite blanket was on the couch, the book you’d been reading sat on the back corner of the end table and your house shoes still sat by the bottom of the stairs. Sam ignored all of it as if it were just normal things in his home and headed into the kitchen. He turned on the news and pored himself a cup of coffee.

He sat down at the table and opened the letter. You’d written it, he could tell by the beautiful handwriting. As he read through it, anger built up in his chest. You wanted him to just act like you weren’t his world? He stared at the words on the page when the TV broke his train of thought.

“Breaking news, 3 bodies have been discovered in the Whattaboo river. The discovery happened around 11:30 last night when a call came in about a hand being discovered on the bank. With the freezing temperatures, its taken divers all night to locate all three bodies. Though badly decomposed, officials have stated that they believed it was one female and two males. More on this story when we are updated. Lauren, over to you with the weather.” The new anchor said before Sam muted the TV.

Cas stared at the headline I the paper and pulled out his cell phone sending a text to an unknown number. ‘Tell me where the meet is for your payment’ he locked his phone after sending it and shoved it into his pocket before walking out of his office and greeted patients as he walked to your room.

Elle had given you some tape to hang up your drawings, each one having a story with it. As you hung up more drawings, Cas knocked on the door with a smile. “How’s the art work coming along?” he asked walking in and shutting the door.

Your time at the institution became a time of self-exploring, recovery and finding yourself. You expressed most of your feelings through your art work, which turned from dark, gruesome pictures, to beautiful sunsets and natural drawings.

You’d watched the news and heard that the three bodies had been identified as your mother, Margret, your father Jim and the dismembered body had finally been identified as your uncle Ryan. You felt this sense of relief when you heard the news, knowing that nothing bad would happen to you ever again at their expense.

-Year and a Half later-

As the next year moved along, you became your normal self again. Cas and Elle were there for you through everything and got you to open up entirely. Everyday, through snow, rain, or shine Sam stood against the side of his charger staring up at the institution praying you’d change your mind. But you never wanted to see him.

A few months after he’d gotten the letter, Sam asked Jessica to move in with him. Which she happily agreed to. Jess was everything you weren’t. She couldn’t cook to save her life, she hated taking care of the house and when Sam had come home from work one day, she’d boxed up all your stuff and had them sitting on the front porch. “We need to do something with those boxes. She doesn’t live here anymore; besides she’ll probably never get out of the nut house anyways.” Jess rambled while Sam silently ate dinner.

“Todays the day huh? How do you feel?” Elle asked as you packed your bag. “Honestly? I feel great, like I could take on the world and win.” You finished packing up your bag as Cas came in with your discharge forms. “We’ve already signed them, just sign the last page and you’re good to go.” Cas smiled laying them down on your desk, watching as you signed them. “we’ve got you an apartment and everything is there waiting to be unpacked.” Cas took the forms and you suddenly hugged him. “Thank you so much” you whispered. Cas hugged you back and smiled “Part of your release is that you’ll still come to weekly sessions.” He looked at you as you pulled away from the hug. “Absolutely,” you smiled before going over and hugging Elle too. “You both are angels, thank you so much for helping me Elle. You’ve become one of my closest friends” you smiled at her as she grinned “You have both of our numbers if you need anything at all,” she told you as Cas grabbed your bag. “I can’t believe I’m finally leaving here.” You walked to the front doors with them before taking your bags.

“I’ll see you next week,” you told ca before you turned and walked through the doors after Rosie at the front desk buzzed them open. You looked back at Cas and Elle as the wire caged doors closed and locked. You turned and walked forward pushing the doors open.

You stepped outside the large glass doors and stopped letting the fresh air hit you. You felt like an entirely brand-new person. Yes, you remembered everything and even though those painful memories and hurtful past would always be in your life, they would remain in the past. You’d finally realized that you were a victim after all. All the lies that your parents and Ryan had fed you through the years finally meant nothing.

That was their own insecurities piling up in a harmful way, one which they found could easily be taken out on a child. Someone who was, at the time beneath them. But now you were your own independent person, you could be anything, go anywhere. Life was brand new to you, and the thought of possibly traveling the world crossed your mind.

What would it be like to see Japan? Or lay on the beach in Hawaii? Maybe go dog sledding in Alaska. You wanted to dance in the rain in Greece, watch the Eiffel tower light up at night in Paris. You wanted to feel the hot sun on your skin as you took photos of the pyramids in Egypt.

You made your way down the first flight of stairs, finally having your own freedom. You turned the corner at the tall concrete wall and stopped at the top of the stairs. He stood at the bottom, his hair was longer, and he seemed less stressed than the last time you’d seen him. A year and a half ago. You slowly walked down a couple of stairs as he turned and looked up at you. His hazel eyes shining bright. He looked a little tanner, and he’d definitely had been working out. His white button down proved that. You stopped on the step where you were eye level with him.

“Hi Y/N,” he said quietly, his eyes searching your face for some reaction. After a moment or so, when he didn’t see one, his feet shuffled as if he were trying to force himself to leave. You breathed out your response so quietly you were sure he hadn’t heard you. But he did. His eyes lit up at the sound of your voice.

“Hi Sam”

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survivorbehemoth · 4 years

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Episode #1: “brb gotta go to dinner” - Logan

This is literally the worst possible outcome, I would know the 10 fkers on the other tribe and only know of like 2 people on this tribe, sayonara it's a wrap a mere 5 minutes after the cast reveal concluded.

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Omg! So this game started and i landed on a short witches tribe.. Maybe we are short but the humor around Helgamine is definitely tall. Love my tribemates! They are a bunch of really chill and fun to talk to people. At this stage of the game my goal is to get a good grasp on the already existing pre-game relationships within people. This knowledge will allow me to know what to say and to who. Other than that i'm focused on developing bonds with people without approaching them with gametalk. A pretty slow start for me, i don't need at all to jump into making alliances left and right. It's the beginning so its important to just leave a good (and non threatning) impression on my tribemates.Those people seem to want to CALL a lot during the day JASHDKGAHD and i'm still exhausted from study group calls for exams so.. i'm not gonna be trying to do a lot of that. I'm however really excited for what's this game is going to bring up <3

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Gonna do my own first impressions as well, to put some of my thoughts together.

Daisy - oh how i love her.. She's so positive and adorable. We have a pending plan for a call and I'm really looking forward to it. She's more experienced in discord ORGs than me and we are both BaR winners so.. we gotta work together. At least for now. She seems like someone that would be a bigger threat than me down the road.. I feel like we have a potential to work together well and I'd want to establish a duo with her and be partners in crime in this tribe. <3

Scott - OMG the only person in this whole cast that i actually knew before this game? we didn't talk in like 4 years but when i saw him in this cast i literally gasped. I enjoyed catching up with him and he is definitely someone i could see myself aligning with. Yesterday we shared each other concerns about a mention of alliances and alliance calls. And neither of us introduced gametalk with other tribemates. He also mentioned that he wants me to be his #1 in this game. And i'm digging that!

Rob - OKAY our conversation on day 1 was p much awkward.. We have a mutual friend from the fb org and he was mad at me for winning an ORG over her and he literally didn't hestitate on letting me know that.. But we talked a lot yesterday and found out many common interests. He wants us to be like Fenella and Shonee and i mean why not? I really like talking to him but i'm not sure if i can trust him yet. He's the first person that reached out to me about doing a call and we did one today LMAO i had a lot of fun. He's definitely very social so keeping him as close as possible to me can only bring me some benefits. stan him tho <3

Seamus - Someone who i saw around forever but never had any opportunity to talk or meet his ass. i just vibe w/ his clowny personality and already called him a caveman and a half british. <3 hoping to build a good connection here.

Logan - Funny and very active. He definitely stands out as he talks the most in the tribe chat and plans all the tribe calls. We had some good convos so far, mainly about total drama. Love watching his videos for this immunity challenge KSAJDHG but other than that i'm not sure how i feel about him but i would like to get close to him and work together when the game gears will switch on

Jules - She's so adorable and our talks are very cute but... they don't happen very often. And she's not really contributing in the challenge so far which i really hope is going to change because in case we lose i fear that people will view her as an easy prey for the first boot? I hope that won't be the case and that she's going to snap cuz i think she's lovely and i enjoy our conversations.

Conor - Didn't have much to write about him until today. He just dyed his hair to the same color i got last summer so we have no choice but to stan. For real tho, we are the only europeans on this tribe (maybe even entire game?) but i don't have much to say about him. Curious how he will approach the game once we are forced to start playing.

Gage - Hmmmm! I like him, but don't really have any kind of trust towards him. He's just quite flirty and the flow of our conversations is weird/forced? I can't stop thinking abt Dean Kowalski and Spencer whenever he messages me.. It's like he's their survivor child.

Vincent - Great he immediately brought up his twin brother with who i played twice and ended him... twice as well. I literally have no idea how or what to talk about with him :/

Hmm the challenge is almost over

I definitely wasn't a challenge MVP by any means. I think everyone but Scott outscored me. But I did a lot better than I could have expected at the challenge start. 65 points isn't a Dooze-level score but it's a lot better than the 30 points I was expecting earlier.

Click HERE to watch Billy’s Round 1 Video!

Lol I'm super happy to be apart of this season!! So far it's turning out to be a great one and I'm hoping that I can do what I need to in order to get far.

Not gonna lie I just had a feeling we were gonna lose this challenge. Like I just... stink at challenges and knew I wasn't going to do well. So I just made sure I didn't have the worst score. Which I hope puts me in the clear. However, i lowkey get the vibe I might be going just cause the conversations are so... bland. Like no ones come purposing an alliance and such. I know I don't want to be the first person to do so, which means someone's gonna have to step up.

Anyways, here's my thoughts on everyone.

Szymon: he's cool, definitely my #1 out here, we've known each other from previous orgs and such. Seamus: I know who he is from tumblr, but I don't know him that well. he seems chill. Daisy: Queen, shes an icon and O hope she can be my female iconic duo Logan: He seems like he wants to be THAT person who likes to be in control of everything, but doesn't want to come off as controling everything. So I let him think he owns me :) Vincent: I like him, he's a cool guy and one of the few I've talked to the most. He already told me about his vote steal and I'm just like "damn, look at you go!" Conor: He's cool too! I enjoy talking to him when I wake up in the morning. I like hearing about him and his boyfriend too. Gage: home boy likes to flirt around with everyone doesn't he. i'll play a long, but leaving a mental note to not go far with him. Jules: They're cool, not really that social tho but they try. Rob: I forget that he's on this season oops.

I really thought I was gonna get the boot first cause everyone is just so quiet. But the conversations seem to be between Jules and Vincent. Which I'm personally okay with either of them as long as I'm still here. I'd prefer Rob though just cause he doesn't make an effort to talk to me that much, but it is what it is.

Let's hope I get by this round and can survive the first boot. I like to think I can, but you never know with this group.

Click HERE to watch Cindi’s Round 1 Video!

Click HERE to watch Dylan G’s Round 1 Video!

Tribe Assessment:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0bPt3M2z-Yw&feature=youtu.be

Day 2 Confession:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GU2v9ChlOm4&feature=youtu.be

THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WANNA SAY IM NOT ACTIVE JUST BECAUSE I DONT GIVE MY BLOOD SWEAT TEARS AND COOCHIE TO TALKING TO ALL THESE FUCKING MEN???????? LIKE???? YALL ARE TIRING! YALL ARE ALSO LOVELY BUT I CANNOT TAKE ALL THIS MALE ENERGY!!!!! PLS UNDERSTAND!!!! P L E A S E!!!! MEN SUCK BYE

we lost the challenge which sucked. but i really like my tribe. everyone seems chill. i didnt think we were gonna win the challenge though becase several people didnt rlly try to even get 100. so originally i thought it would just be a super easy vote on vincent because he isnt very chatty, but logan is annoying everyone. asking to one on one call and sinking his own ship by pushing so hard (giggity) for jules to go home. so i think either logan or vincent will go this round

I’m liking my tribe mates more than I expected. I’m just trying to play it cool so I make it to merge. I feel like that’s everyone’s goal. I love the alliance of Cindi, both Dylan’s and myself. I’m hoping that we stick together, because I feel like we can be a really strong alliance moving forward. I also think I might be good with Beck, because they’re dating Asya and we played a game together a couple years ago. Asya apparently still really likes me from what Beck said. So woo! Let’s continue the good vibes.

Click HERE to watch Beck’s Round 1 Video!

Click HERE to watch Ali’s Round 1 Video!

So past 4 hours is a lot to process, but basically i got home expecting a pretty easy vote on Vincent. He's a great kid that but have to think about performing well in the challenges as a tribe. So then miss Logan decided to play as if it was merge and not day 3 and just went off with targetting Jules?? I am not having any of that because Jules is too fun to talk so i made sure to let Jules know immediately of what was going on. I believe i was the first to warn her of what's happening so that brings us two closer. Logan then went on calls with everyone individually, ending my call in such a shady way with an excuse of having a dinner... when he was just going to call with Seamus. And he told Seamus that he was currently eating the dinner.. WHAT? Anyway just got the tea that Logan was making multiple trios as well. WHY DO YOU NEED TO PLAY SO HARD? THIS GAME HAS JUST STARTED skjdghd

I feel really bad because he said that he was the first boot the last time he played due to playing hard. But this is just him... not learning from his past mistakes at all :/ Im sorry but i don't feel comfortable moving forward with such a ticking bomb. Neither he or Vincent have any benefit for my game at this point so Im hoping this plan that we put in motion with Daisy to get rid of Logan works, and then we have Vincent as an easy vote next time we lose.

Click HERE to watch Rob’s Round 1 Video!

Click HERE to watch Conor’s Round 1 Video!

Click HERE to watch Dylan’s Round 1 Video!

So I'm more optimistic now that I've properly gotten to know a lot of my tribe, I think I'm socially in a good place but I'm trying not to get ahead of myself and get lazy with communication. I love the little group I've got with Beck, Cindi and Dylan and I think Dylan G and Christian or Chips would fit in like a glove if we ever visit tribal council, and we needed to bring in another couple of people.

All I have to say before tribal is that I really... finessed this vote.

Logan got lose and decided to voice call everyone telling them that they need to vote Daisy. Which made a lot of people more on edge to vote out Vincent. I don't want Vincent to go because I think he's still useful. He has the vote steal advantage and I think he's someone who trusts me. He might not be a number for other people, but Vincent is a number for me. SO I want to keep him around as much as I can cause I trust Vincent more than Logan. So to save Vincent, I decided to throw Logan under the bus and push for him to go. I'm glad I did that since that got traction with Szymon and Daisy on board with voting Logan. However, they weren't enough so I campaigned to Seamus, Gage, and Rob to vote Logan out. They were hesitant at first, but they eventually came around and got on the ship to vote Logan out. I had to voicecall Gage, Rob, and Szymon to convince them but I'm glad it worked. I mean, i had to throw out there that I had an alliance with Logan and Vincent in order to get them to expose Logan's other alliances, but I did what I needed to do in order to save Vincent. So with everyone on board to vote out Logan, I think I set myself up to be in a good spot moving forward.

If I'm gonna be the move maker this season, then I guess I'm starting out the game with one of the biggest moves yet. Poor logan being the first boot AGAIN, but that's what happens when you decide to scramble your butt off.

Click HERE to watch Gage’s Round 1 Video!

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Logan is voted out 8-1. He is the first person voted out of Celestial: Behemoth.

Watch the Round 1 Cast Assessment with Anna/Jack/Jones & Alyssa below:

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samthewrestlingfan · 7 years

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DIVE Part 2

Here it is everyone! DIVE part 2!

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I stirred from my sleep, woken by a combination of the sunlight streaming in through my window, and my phone ringing like crazy. I ignored it, and ran to the bathroom. Literally, I can't hold my pee for more than three hours at a time now...

Did I mention how great pregnancy is?

"You're gonna kill me little one..." I laughed as I rubbed my stomach. This little on just loooves to sit right on my bladder. I walked out to the bedroom to hear my phone buzzing again. I sighed as I walked over to it, glancing casually at the screen.

"Oh shit!" I mutter as I slid the screen to answer.

"Hello?"

The gruff voice on the other end laughed, "Hey kiddo, how ya doin'? Did we wake you?"

I smiled, "'Course not, Hunter! Psshh, I've been up for hours, you know just...hitting the gym and--"

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah." HHH laughed, "Steph is here too by the way."

"Hey Ella, how are you feeling?"

I sighed with contentment, "I'm doing okay! I'm almost 5 months now, so at least the morning sickness is over."

She laughed before Hunter spoke. "So listen kid, we know you've been missing this place, and while we cant have you around the ring, we have an offer for you."

Stephanie continued, "That's right, and we were just wondering if you would be interested in being a backstage interviewer? We would make sure you wouldn't be put in harms way, and keep your segments from the chest up if you'd like."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! "Absolutely! God I've missed it so much! I--" My voice caught in my throat.

"Ella? You still there?" HHH asked.

I cleared my throat, "Y-yeah! Yes I-I am. Just one question, what side would I be on? Raw or Smackdown."

I held my breath waiting for an answer, Stephanie spoke softly, "Unfortunately right now, we only have a need for a Raw corresponder..."

My mind raced, I can't go to Raw...can I? Seth is there. He'll see me, and I'll see him and then he'll know. I don't know if I'm ready for all that.

Clearly the filter between my brain and my mouth isn't working, because before I knew it, words came flying out."Sure. I can do that!" I slapped my forehead. Smooth Ella, real smooth.

I heard a clap on the other end of the phone, "Perfect! We're gonna fly you up to Boston for Monday morning okay?" HHH asked.

"Sounds great, thank you Hunter, Steph...it means so much to me than you could ever know."

They both sighed, "Anything for you, kid."

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For my first flight while being pregnant, it wasn't too bad. I walked through the airport glancing out the window to see the sun just kissing the horizon. I checked the time, 5:24 AM.

I yawned, mindlessly heading for the luggage belt, when suddenly I felt two pokes on either side of my ribs.

"Ah!" I jumped up and turned around, to see a gorgeous pair of hazel eyes staring me down.

"Nia!" I wrapped my arms around her as best I could with this growing belly.

She laughed as she hugged me, "My little munchkin! I've missed you so much!"

"What are you doing here!?" I asked, still breathless to see my best friend.

She continued walking with me to the luggage belt, "Hunter asked if I would be willing to help you get outta sight and to the hotel safely. So of course I said yes! I had no idea you were coming back though, no one really knows..."

Nia gave me a look that said everything. "Well, that's good. I still don't know what I'm gonna do, girl. I'm going to see him, it's kind of inevitable at this point."

She sighed, "Maybe this is a good thing. You are going to have to tell him, Ella. Not to be too blunt, but no matter what he's done to you, he has a right to know, It's his child too."

I nodded. I suddenly felt unbelievably nauseous, "Let's just get to the hotel, I think I need to lay down for a little before we go to the arena..."

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I paced in my hotel room, waiting for Nia to tell me it was time to head out. I tried on multiple outfits, trying to find something that would hide my ever-growing bump, finally settling one on that wasn't the worst.

I flopped on the bed, feeling defeated and all around icky about this whole thing.

I let out a deep breath, "Alrighty little love, you ready to do this? I mean, I think I am." I rubbed my belly as I spoke to the little life just inches from my hand.

"You don't know this, but you're the reason I do everything now. You're what makes me brave and you're what makes me want to be a better person. I just hope I can make you proud of you're Mama someday--" I paused, "...I also hope your Dad doesn't bolt when he finds out about you."

My thoughts consumed me as I felt tears fall out of the side of my eyes. I don't think I've ever faced the reality of having to see Seth again, and I definitely never faced the thought of being a single parent. I never even thought I'd be a parent before 30.

I wish I knew what his reaction would be, but--I don't know him anymore. When we were together, we were so in sync with each other, but now I don't even know if any of that was real.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at my door. "Come in!"

"Hey! Ready to get going?" Nia asked joyfully. I stood up, "Sure am, just let me put my dress on." I chose my black maxi dress, and a long, patchy denim jacket.

"Whatcha think? I picked this 'cause if you look straight at me, ya can't see the bump fully. The jacket hides it a bit too."

Nia smiled, "Looks great, Munch--let's go."

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I walked through the arena doors with Nia before heading our separate ways. Despite having a nervous mind, my heart felt right at home. I followed the weathered paper signs straight to Hunter's office, and lightly tapped on the door.

I heard the shuffling of papers, "Yeah? Come in..."

My hand slowly pushed the door open. His heavy brow looked up from behind his reading glasses, and a warm smile spread from ear to ear.

"Hey there, Ella..." He said standing to hug me. "Hunter, how are you?" I felt so relaxed in his hug, he embraced me the way a father embraces a daughter,it was as though I could feel the love coming off of him.

"You're joking--you walk in here 5 months pregnant and you as me how I am? Typical Ella." he laughed. "Please, sit." HHH pulled the chair out for me before walking to sit in his own. "So how the baby? Everything look good, normal check-ups?"

I nodded, "Yup. He or She is thriving so I've been told."

Hunter nodded in comprehension before leaning forward on his desk, letting out a sigh, "Look kiddo, I know this whole...situation isn't ideal for anyone. I'm going to try and make it as easy a transition as I can okay? This is your home and I want you to feel as comfortable as ever. If you need anything, and I mean anything from me, you let me know. If you're ever put in an uncomfortable situation, I wanna hear about it. I'll do my best to keep the rumor machine down but you know--"

I interrupted his kind words with a small sob. I pulled a tissue out of my bag, "I'm so sorry...hormones." I said dabbing my eyes.

He reached across and put his hand on mine. "If this is too overwhelming for you--"

"No...I'm okay. I'm just not used to having other care about me as much as you and Steph do. I love you guys like you were my own parents, ya know? I just wanna make you proud."

"You do, Ella. We're very proud of how you're handling this, especially all on your own."

I smiled as I wiped more tears, and let out a long breath. "Okay, let's go do this."

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"Oh my God! I can't believe this!" Sasha said her hands on my tummy. "What is it?! Is it a girl! I bet it's a girl."

I laughed, "I honestly don't know yet. I haven't been letting my doctor tell me." Which was true, I don't want to know. Not yet anyways. I stood up from the makeup chair, my hair put in a high bun, my lips painted a gorgeous plum color.

"Excuse me, Ella? We need you to set in 5..." A producer interjected.

"I'll be there." I smiled at the man in the headset.

"Who are you interviewing?" Sasha asked, her gaze still set one my bump, "Not sure yet, I guess I'm about to find out."

I walked down the crooked corridor smiling. I don't know if its the pregnancy hormones or what, but I've never felt so many emotions all at one time. I was feeling so happy, so content with my choice to come back to work and see all of these incredible people. Despite the smile on my face, my mind never let me forget that somewhere in this building, the father of my child is waiting--ignorant of my presence here.

I approached the set and saw Dean, waiting to be interviewed. I exhaled, "Okay Ella. You got this. You can do this." I mumbled under my breath.

I walked over to Dean and tapped him on the shoulder. The look on this lunatics face was priceless. "Ella! How've you been, Darlin'?"

He opened his arms wide, ready to scoop me into a signature Dean bear-hug when he froze in his tracks. His eyes landed on my stomach, and slowly drifted back to my face.

"Wow, um...I mean listen, if you wanted a snack we have catering for that, ya didn't need to smuggle a watermelon under your dress." He smiled, his dimples showing.

I hugged him softly, "I've missed you, Dean-o."

"I missed you too, Els. Looks like you've been pretty busy hmm?"

I nodded, "Surprise..."

He kissed the top of my head, as he often did when he was trying to comfort me. "Congratulations, Els. You're gonna be one hell of a Mom. That kid--it's never gonna feel unloved, that's for sure."

The producers moved us into position, "So, Els...who's the lucky guy?"

"Ready in 10, folks!" A voice yelled from behind the camera.

I cleared my throat and held the my mic up ready for the cue. "Well uh, funny that you mention that." I whispered with a nervous smile.

"7, 6,5--"

I leaned closer to Dean to whisper so no one around us would hear, "It's...it's Seth...he's the father. He doesn't know yet." Dean's eyes widened but the countdown from the producer shook him from his frozen glare.

"3, 2, 1" Headset guy pointed at me, as the light above the camera went on.

"Hello, WWE Universe, Ella De Luca here with a one-on-one interview, with the one and only, Dean Ambrose."

Dean walked into frame, "Good to have you back, Ella." Dean said with a wink as he punched his hands together.

"It's good to be back, Dean. But onto the business at hand. Later on tonight, you will be going one on one with The Miz in a good ole fashioned Falls Count Anywhere match. How are you preparing for what's to come later tonight?"

Dean paused before he spoke, "Well that's just it, isn't it Ella? You can never prepare for something like this. But you know what? A real man doesn't run from his problems. A real man turns his problems into opportunities, and a REAL MAN, doesn't bail when things get tough--he gets tougher."

With that Dean walked off camera, leaving me gazing after him.

The light on the camera turned off, and the man spoke, "And we're out! Thanks guys."

I ran after Dean, "Thank you for that..." my eyes locked on my fidgeting fingers.

"Not gonna lie, it's taking a lot for me not to find him and punch him in the mouth."

"Dean, please do--" Dean was one of my closest male friends here, so he knew what happened between Seth and I those months back. ...He hasn't really liked him since then.

He put his hand up, "Don't worry Els, this is your business. But if anything goes wrong, you know where to find me."

I nodded. "I'll catch ya later, Kid. Gotta go prep for the ring." He rubbed my back before disappearing down the hallway.

I quickly ran to the dressing rooms to change into my comfy clothes. I pulled on my black leggings and my baggy gray WWE hoodie and slipped into my fuzzy Bearpaw side-ons.

I contently sighed, "Thank God, now my feet can breathe."

---

My phone was buzzing with texts from my friends on Smackdown, all of whom were so surprised to see me back on TV, and so happy to see I was doing well. Thank God the camera didn't pan down to show too much of the bump.

I was on Twitter replying to all the fans that were freaking out about my return. So many of them were confused as to why I wasn't in the ring, but I tried my best to ignore those.

Suddenly I heard a crash that sounded louder than a car wreck, I stood at then end of the hall, frozen, feeling the blood rush from my face, and panic rising in my chest.

...Seth. He was dressed in his ring gear, and he was right in HHH's face, screaming at him. "How could no one fucking tell me, Hunter!?"

"Seth, take a walk and calm down." Hunter said firmly. I have never seen Seth this irate. He slammed the door against the wall so hard it nearly flew off it's hinges. Everyone in the hallway either scattered, or moved as far away as they could.

He ran his hands though his soaking wet hair, "Are you fucking joking? No one is telling me anything and it's bullshit, Hunter! She's back and I have to find out by hearing her voice on the God damn monitor?!"

No one, and I mean, no one in their right mind would ever speak to HHH like that, not if they valued their job. Seth clearly was not in his right mind though.

"Rollins this is your last warning. Take a walk...now."

Seth shook out his nerves through his hands. "This is bullshit and you know it. I wanna see her Hunter." He spoke slightly calmer now.

"That's not up to me, Seth. I'm sorry you had to find out this way, I really am."

My heart was racing, and my legs trembled beneath me. I was shaking but somehow, I was still frozen. I didn't know what to do.

He wasn't calming down, Seth's whole body was turning red, so I did the only thing I could think to do.

"Seth!" I called, quickly clasping my hands over my mouth.

Seth turned around, and his mouth fell open. Hunter sighed visibly, his hands on his hips.

"Ella..." Seth breathed, his face softening and his body relaxing.

Oh boy, I thought to myself, as I made my way down the hallway, Here we go.

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