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spn-rewrites · 5 years

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01x08 (part 1)

Season One Episdode Eight: Bugs

Summary: mad cow disease or mystery death plaguing a newly developing neighborhood? if you’re sensitive to the creepy crawly things beware.

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You sat with Sam on the hood of the Impala, a newspaper in his hands. “Local Death a Medical Mystery” is a small, but a tand-out headline in the paper. Sam was reading intently, taking in every detail but you were only focused on the way his thigh was pressed up against yours.

Dean was inside The Loading Dock, a small bar on the side of the highway. The music was loud and there were bikers and they were revving their engine, trying to act tough and cool or show off or something. Dean chuckled as he skipped down the steps of the bar, spreading out a giant wad of cash that he just hustled from some poor old biker.

“You know we could get day jobs once in a while,” Sam said, putting the newspaper down. You were excited, sitting up on the hood of the car and reaching for the wad of cash to count it.

“Hunting is our day job and the pay is crap,” Dean said, smiling at you and handing the money to you.

“Yeah but hustling pool, credit card scams?” Sam, always playing the saint. The hustling and credit card scams gave you a rush. It was exciting and it was fun and you loved the anticipation of sitting outside, waiting while Dean did his work. It was exciting, never knowing if you were going to get caught or not. “It’s not the most honest thing in the world, Dean.” Sam was right. $200.

“Let’s see, honest,” Dean held out one hand. “Fun and easy,” he held out the other hand and pretended to weigh the scales. Of course, fun and easy won. “It’s no contest,” he smirked. You rolled the money back up and handed it back to the oldest boy. The raised his eyebrows at you and winked, knowing just how much fun you thought this all was. “Besides, we’re good at it. It’s what we were raised to do.”

“Yeah, well, how we were raised was jacked.” Sam folded up the newspaper, put it on your lap and slid off the hood of the car. Ever since Lori, he’s been in a mood. Moping around as if his life was the worst thing in the world and while it wasn’t always a walk in the park or fun, it was exciting and you got to spend it with your best friends but Sam was always the one needing, craving, more.

You thought you were like that at one point, too. Wanting to move on, change your life for the better and find a cute boy. Someone who didn’t hunt ghosts and other supernatural forces. Someone who maybe worked at a bank and made a lot of money. You wanted to work at a bank and make a lot of money. But then Sam left and John went missing and the idea of leaving Dean behind was more heartbreaking and scary than the thought of traveling into a haunted house and so you stayed. You realized that this was what you meant to do, just like Dean said.

“Yeah, says you,” Dean deadpanned, brushing Sam off and counting the money for himself. “We got a new gig or what?” He asked, motioning towards the newspaper that was now on your lap.

“Maybe,” you said, opening it back up to the page that Sam was reading. If you were being honest, Sam was the only one out of the two of you who read this article, so you turned your attention to him. He looked at you and you pleaded at him with your eyes to explain the case to Dean. He was hesitant, but he strolled back to where you were sat and grabbed the paper.

“Oasis Plains, Oklahoma. Not far from here.” He walked to the front of the Impala, setting the paper down on the hood so Dean could read it, too. This time, instead of focusing on Sam’s thighs and how his hand brushed against yours when he turned the page, you listening. “Gas company employee, Dustin Burwash, supposedly died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob.” He looked at you and then at Dean as if you were supposed to know what the fuck that meant.

“Huh?” You asked.

“Human mad cow disease,” Sam answered, raising his eyebrows at you as if that was the most interesting thing ever. You made a face at him and Dean stuffed the money into his pocket and looked over the paper.

“Mad cow? Wasn’t that on Oprah?” Dean asked, serious as ever and your face went cold because you knew that watching Oprah was something Dean did in his hotel room when he was alone. It was something that the two of you did to pass the time while Sam was making love to Jess in his college dorm and it was something the two of you swore to secrecy the moment the habit formed.

“You watch Oprah?” Sam asked, shocked. As he should be. Dean looked at you, wide-eyed and then down to the paper. He was making faces as if he didn’t know how to respond. That maybe if he didn’t, Sam would drop it.

“So this guy eats a bad burger. Why is it our kind of thing?” He asked. Sam looked back at the article to read the next section, getting the facts straight. When he wasn’t looking at Dean anymore, you could see him cussing himself out in his head. You sent him a what the fuck dude look and he cringed as an apology.

“Mad cow disease causes massive brain degeneration. It takes months, even years for the damage to appear. But this guy Dustin sounds like his brain disintegrated in about an hour, maybe less.”

“That’s weird,” Dean mumbled, taking in the facts and moving them around in his brain in an order that would make sense to him. In an order that would make him want to check it out.

“It could be a disease,” Sam started but you knew where he was going with this.

“Or, it could be something much nastier,” you ifnished witha sinister smile on your face, your voice going an octave lover to make it sound scarier than it was Sam smiled at you, tapping his finger on your knee. You held in the smile you wanted to give him and instead, gave him a soft one. One that meant, I got it, instead of I fucking love you.

“Alright, Oklahoma!” Dean clapped, convinced with just one sentence. He rubbed his hands together and then started for the driver’s side door. Sam folded up the paper, stuffed it in his pocket and then held his hand out for you to grab it. “Man, work, work work. No time to spend my money,” Dean sang. You slid off the hood of the car with the help of Sam. His eyes watching you the entire time as if you would get hurt even if you did fall.

Finally, in Oasis Plains, Dean pulled the Impala into the parking lot of the gas company that Dustin Burwash worked for. It was a nice building, big glass windows covering almost every inch of the exterior. You were on the hunt for one of the only witnesses to what happened to Dustin, Travis Weaver.

A scruffy looking man was piling things into the backseat of his car. He was wearing a denim button-up shirt - gross - and his hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in a week - also gross but you’d been there before.

“Travis Weaver?” Dean asked as the three of you approached his car. He stood up, taking all three of you in before answering a yes. “Are you the Travis Weaver that worked with Uncle Dusty?”

“Dustin never mentioned nephews,” Travis said, his eyes glancing behind Sam at you. You shifted on your feet, feeling a little out of place and uncomfortable but Sam put his arm around you and pulled you into his side and Travis’s eyes left you.

“Really? Well, he sure mentioned you. He said you were the greatest,” Dean said, buttering up the guy, hoping to get as much information out of him as possible and it worked. It worked. Travis’s face lit up, a smile spreading across it and he looked down at the ground.

“Oh, he did? Huh.” You mumbled more to himself than to the group, but you had to get to the point.

“Listen, we wanted to ask you, uh, what exactly happened out there?” You interjected, sticking your head out a little. Travis looked at you again, his eyes hard but they softened. He was digging his brain for the image of Dustin, the details.

“I’m not sure, he fell in the sinkhole and I went to the truck to get some rope and, uh, by the time I got back….” He drifted off. The image of something like that was probably haunting. Suddenly, Sam and Dean were at the bottom of a sinkhole and they had no pulse and their skin was turning white as their empty eyes stared back up at you and you shook your head, erasing it.

“Well, what did you see?” Sam pushed him but Travis just shrugged.

“Nothing. Just Dustin.”

“No wounds or anything?” More pushing. You had to know more.

“Well, he was bleeding from his eyes and his ears and nose, but that’s it.” That’s it. That’s it? That’s it! A clue! You mentally jotted it down and pressed yourself more into Sam. His head dipped down to look at you and you sent him a smile. His eyes smiled back at you and his hand rubbed up and down your bicep and you felt good. Happy.

“So, do you think it could be this whole mad cow thing?” Dean asked the real question. What did the public think? What did it look like to the naked eye? An eye that wasn’t tainted by the knowledge that you have.

“I don’t know, that’s what the doctors are saying.”

“But if it was, he would have been acting strangely beforehand. Like dementia, loss of motor control. You ever notice anything like that?” Sam asked him, listing off symptoms of mad cow disease that didn’t fit with the case. The red flags.

“Nah. No way,” Travis brushed Sam off quickly, but then he thought about it for a moment, seeing the red flags stuck in the grass, waving in the wind. “But then again, if it wasn’t some disease, what the hell was it?”

“That’s a good question,” Dean smirked. “Now, can you tell us where this happened?”

Oasis Plains Estates Luxury Homes. It looked anything but luxury with all the dirt piles and holes and yellow caution tape strapped around trees. The developing neighborhood already had houses built, families moved into them and what the hell could those families be thinking - I just moved into this very nice, very expensive home in this very nice, up and coming neighborhood but oh look, a construction guy died right across the street.

“Huh. What do you think?” Dean asked as you got out of the Impala. The sight was a partially built house. The exterior walls were already put up, holes were carved for the doors and windows and the roofing was already completed. But there was caution tape blocked off one single hole.

“I don’t know, if that Travis guy was right, it happened pretty damn fast,” Sam said as he held the tape up for you to duck under before he followed you. The three of you stood looking into the hole, twigs and branches blocking a lot of the view but it looked long and narrow and dark.

“So what, some sort of creature chewed on his brain?” You asked, trying to see every inch of it but you could only think about the number of spiders that made their home in there.

“No, there’d be an entry wound.” Sam turned on a flashlight and lit up the sinkhole. There wasn’t much else to see, really. “Sounds like this thing worked from the inside.”

“Huh. Looks like there’s only room for one,” Dean said, patting Sam on the shoulder and crossing the other side of the caution tape to get to the rolled up rope on the ground. “You wanna flip a coin? Loser plays Y/N?”

“Um, I am sure as hell not going down there!” You protested, crossing one arm over your chest and pointing down to the hole with your other hand. Dean chuckled at you as he brought the rope closer and Sam glanced back at you before also protesting with you.

“We have no idea what’s down there,” he said.

“All right, I’ll go if both of you girls are scared.” Dean always had to play the big bad guy, willing to do anything and everything and you always let him but Sam was different. “You scared?” He asked his brother.

“Flip the damn coin,” Sam challenged.

“Alright, call it in the air. Chicken.” Dean joked with his brother, a smirk on his lips as you watched. Dean rummaged for a coin out of his pocket, finding one and flipping it. Instead of calling it, Sam snatched the coin in mid-air.

“I’m going,” he said, grabbing the rope off the ground.

“Sam, no-” You started but Dean held his hand up to stop you.

“I said I’d go,” Dean said. At some point, the two of you would have to stop treating Sam like a baby. He may be the youngest but judging by the little sprouts of facial hair he would get every once in a while that he had to shave off and the biceps he was gaining by the day, he wasn’t a baby anymore.

“I’m going,” Sam said. He wrapped the rope around his waist, tying it securely. “Don’t drop me.”

Sam was observing the disgusting, dead, beetle in his hand. Moving it around with his finger and looking at it so closely like he was trying to remember every single detail of it.“So you found some beetles. In a hole in the ground. That’s shocking, Sam,” Dean stated, clearly unimpressed by what Sam found down there.

When he yelled from the bottom of the hole that he found something, you got excited. Maybe there was a trace of something supernatural down there. A trail to something that lingered underground and snatched it’s pray through the ground. But you had no luck, they were just beetles.

“There were no tunnels, no tracks. No evidence of any other kind of creature down there,” Sam justified, still looking at that stupid, gross, beetle. “You know some beetles do eat meat. It’s usually dead meat, but-”

“How many did you find down there?” Dean asked, cutting his brother off causing him to look up.

“Ten.”

“It would take a whole lot more than that to eat out someone’s brain,” Dean pointed out. He was right. This made no sense but you let Sam keep going, indulging him with the one and only lead you had but you weren’t any more interested in it than Dean was.

“Well maybe there were more,” Sam argued, snapping back at his brother.

“I don’t know, it sounds like a stretch to me.”

“Sam, maybe this just isn’t our kind of thing. Okay?” You said from the backseat, putting your hand on Sam’s shoulder like maybe that would soften the blow of your words but your words weren’t painful at all and you just needed a fucking excuse to touch his shoulder.

“Or maybe, we just need more information on the area and the neighborhood and whether something like this has ever happened before,” Sam kept going, looking back at you. He was set on this, seeing this out.

“I know a good place to start,” Dean said, looking out the window of the car. You saw the red balloons that caught his attention and the New Buyers Open House sign attached to them. “I’m kinda hungry for a little barbeque, how about you?” He asked, smirking and slowing down the car.

“Oh! Yeah!” You cheered, hitting Dean in the shoulder. He chuckled, nodding his head in approval and a smile was plastered on your face until Sam shot both of you a look. An are you serious right now look. “What? We can’t talk to the locals?” You defended.

“And the free food’s got nothing to do with it?” Sam asked, a smirk on his face. He was shaking his head at the two of you, but he was smiling which meant he was amused by you.

“Of course not. We’re professionals,” Dean said, nodding back at you for confirmation. You nodded your head at Sam and he rolled his eyes at the two of you. He may be the baby but sometimes he was much more mature than the two of you.

“Right,” he said sarcastically as Dean pulled over the car and the three of you got out.

“Growing up in a place like this would freak me out,” Dean said, looking around the street and all the houses that look exactly the same. The dollhouses with the world’s little playthings inside.

“I did grow up in a place like this,” you shivered at the memory of living in a house just like these ones. How every neighbor was friendly and wanted to know how your day was and how your pets are doing like they really fucking cared at all. The smell of cookies or pie baking in the kitchen from the moment you opened the front door. It was all just a distant memory at this point, but you could still see your mother sitting in the kitchen counter reading her paper.

“The manicured laws, how-was-your-day-honey? I’d blow my brains out.” You held up a fist for Dean to bump, agreeing with him.

“There’s nothing wrong with normal. Hell, I wish I’d grown up normal like Y/N,” Sam said, looking at the two of you like you were absolutely crazy for not wanting this life but for someone like you, who had it and hated it, and for someone like Dean, who never had it and never wanted it, you were content and happy with your life. It was never boring. It was never redundant.

“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” you mumbled as you tried to peak into the windows of the house as you three walked up the path to the door.

“I’d take our family over normal any day.” Dean knocked on the door of the house and an older man answered it, a smile on his face that accentuated his wrinkles.

“Welcome,” he said, holding a hand out for someone to shake. Dean shook it.

“Is this the barbeque?” Dean asked, looking around the man’s shoulders to see inside the house. The only thing you missed was having a house. A real house, with a real kitchen and a bedroom all to yourself. That was the only thing.

“Yeah, uh, not the best weather.” The man looked out the door, sticking his head out of the house and looking at the cloudy sky. It was a little rainy and cloudy and dark, but you liked it like this. “I’m Larry Pike, the developer here, and you are?”

“Dean,” he answered before gesturing to the two of you. “This is Sam and Y/N.” You smiled at Larry, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you guys. So you three are interested in Oasis Plains?” He asked, looking at all three of your faces. In all honesty, if you ever did own a house it would not be in a neighborhood like this. Where everything looked the same and everyone pretended to be something they weren’t.

“Yes sir,” Dean smiled, shoving his hands in his pocket and putting on his best-domesticated face - a cheesy smile and wide eyes. Convincing, you thought.

“Let me just say, we accept homeowners of any race, religion, ethnicity or sexual orientation.” Dean chuckled, looking at Sam and then over to you. You tried to stifle a laugh, pressing your lips together.

“We’re brothers,” Dean told him. Larry’s cheeks flushed and he sucked in a breath but let Dean continue talking without apologizing. Dean pointed this thumb behind him at you. “It’s mostly this one back here that’s interested. Ya know, newly married and we need a place to live!” His voice was high pitched and excited, still putting on his best facade but when Larry looked at you like he wasn’t fully convinced, Dean wrapped his arm around your shoulders, kissed the top of your head and sent Larry a smile.

“Oh, well. Come on in,” he said, inviting you into the house and giving you the tour before you exited out the back where there was a lot of chatter amongst other homeowners, future homeowners, and real estate agents. If there was a complete opposite of what you were used to, this was it.

“So you said you were the developer?” Dean asked, fishing for as much information as he could now that Larry was done with his long-winded explanation of why they went with granite instead of marble countertops.

“18 months ago I was walking this valley with my survey team. There was nothing here but scrub brush and squirrels. And you know what, we built such a nice place to live that I actually bought into it myself. This is our home. We’re the first family in Oasis Plains.” Larry went on, walking backward as he talked. He sounded proud of himself but there was something sinister about his face. He was hiding something or he knew something or maybe he was just an innocent man who wanted to make something beautiful but at what cost? “This is my wife, Joanie,” Larry introduced. Joanie was blonde and beautiful and she shook all three of your hands with a polite smile on her face.

“Tell them how much you like the house honey and lie if you need to because I need to sell some homes,” Larry whispered into her ear and it was meant for you to hear and it was meant to be a joke so you faked a laugh because it wasn’t really funny at all. Sam chuckled beside you and you wished the cover-up was that Sam and you were newly wedded so you hold his hand and wrap your arm around his but instead you were holding Dean’s hand and that was ok, you suppose.

“Don’t let his salesman routine scare you. This really is a great place to live,” Joanie boasted. She was warmer than Larry and seemed less intense like she wasn’t trying to sell you a product.

“Hi, I’m Lynda Bloome, head of sales,” an older, brunette lady introduced herself to Sam first, then to you and then Dean. Lynda and Joanie could have been the same age, but Lynda had a lot more wrinkles and she was colder and you hated the feeling her eyes gave you as she looked into them when she shook your hand.

“Lynda was second to move in, she’s a very noisy neighbor, though,” Joanie joked,

Putting her hand on Lynda’s shoulder before crossing in front of her and walking away. Lynda chuckled and brushed her off.

“She’s kidding, of course. I take it the three of you are interested in becoming homeowners?” She asked. All three of you had fake smiles on your faces and it was getting exhausting pretending to be excited about a new house and pretending to think these jokes were funny when they were anything but.

“Uh, just these two. Here for moral support,” Sam answered, gesturing to you and

Dean. He held your connected hands up in the air to show you were, in fact, a couple. Lynda kept making stupid jokes, going on with the mantra that they accept homeowners of every race, religion, ethnicity, and sexual orientation and Dean pretending to laugh again.

“I’m going to go talk to Larry,” he said, bumping his shoulder into yours. “Coming?” You nod and say goodbye to Lynda as you followed Dean into the house to find the developer.

“Cute how you have to pretend to be my boyfriend everytime we’re on a case,” you

pointed out to Dean. He let out a real laugh this time as your eyes scanned for Larry.

“Well, would you rather be Sam’s girlfriend and risk exposing yourself or be our sister?” He asked, his voice sounding horrified as he said, sister. You faked a gag at the thought and Dean wrapped his arm around your shoulder as your eyes landed on Larry.

“There,” you pointed out. You started asking Larry questions about the house, more in detail about what to expect when you’re buying a house and how customizable the house was since they were in development and not yet built and he had an answer for everything. You walked through the house again as he went over the details. Not only the details of the house but the history of the development. The history of a surveyor who mystically dropped dead with a single bee sting.

“Whoa, someone likes bugs,” Dean said, noticing mason jars with bugs living in them on the table just next to the staircase. You hadn’t noticed them before but now that you did, you wished you hadn’t. You kneeled down, inspecting them closely but you got too grossed out so you backed away and back into Dean’s arms.

“My son. He’s into insects. He’s very inquisitive.” Larry explained, Dean looked at the bugs and nodded his head. You could see the gears in the back of his mind grinding away at the connection but you had no idea what the connection would actually be beside the number of bugs in this house, the mystery beetles in Dustin Burwash’s sinkhole and the bee sting that killed a surveyor.

You went back into the backyard, Sam’s back to yours but Larry barked at the kid he was talking to. “Matthew!” Larry’s footsteps sped up and you guessed that Matthew was the inquisitive son. When he got to his side, he apologized to Sam for his son’s ‘pet’ but you hated the way his voice was booming and the condescending tone he was using.

“It’s no bother,” Sam dismissed Larry and he and his son walked away. As he passed you, you pretended to be engrossed in a conversation with Dean and you didn’t hear a word. Sam turned around to see if you and Dean were following, his eyes going right to Dean’s hand wrapped around your waist, resting on your hip. He hesitated for a moment before turning away and fuck if you didn’t know better you would have thought he was jealous.

When they were gone, Dean unwrapped himself from you and you walked closer to

Sam. “Remind you of somebody?” He asked, hoping to get a reaction out of Dean. He was watching the father-son duo argue on the porch steps, Larry barking orders at Matthew and Matthew pretending not to care but you saw it in his eyes and you saw what Sam was getting at. “Dad?”

“Dad never treated us like that,” Dean said matter-of-factly and shrugged his shoulders.

“Dad never treated you like that,” Sam rebutled. You wished you could interject

Something to the conversation. Something to help even the score or be the man in the middle who saw things more clearly than the people in it, but you were late to the game and yes, you saw the way John treated Sam as if he was always a little boy but everyone did that and from Dean told you about his childhood, Dean was always John’s right-hand man whether that be with hunting or taking care of the youngest boy. “You were perfect, he was all over my case.” Dean still looked blank, like he had no idea what Sam was talking about. “You don’t remember?”

“Well maybe he had to raise his voice but sometimes you were out of line,” Dean responded. Sometimes, it was uncanny how much like his father Dean was. Never really seeing things for what they were and just how he wanted to see them.

“Right. Right, like when I said I’d rather play soccer than learn bowhunting,” Sam chuckled, shaking his head at the idea that a father would want his son to be a hunter rather than play soccer or an instrument or even go to regular school.

“Bowhunting is an important skill,” Dean defended, again.

“Just drop it,” you snapped, holding your hands out between the boys to stop the argument. You were over it. It was the past and there was nothing you could do to fix it now so the best thing to do is to let it go.

“Whatever,” Sam let out a breath, clearly annoyed. “How was the second tour?”

“I think you might be onto something, looks like Dustin Burwash wasn’t the first strange death around here,” Dean hinted, his eyebrows raised and he always liked being the one with the information.

“What happened?”

“About a year ago, before they broke ground, one of Larry’s surveyors dropped dead while on the job. Get this - a severe allergic reaction to bee stings,” Dean told him and you saw Sam’s eyes lit up and he got the connection. It was too good to be true, that a little black beetle was anything more than a gross bug that Sam picked up.

“More bugs,” Sam said.

“More bugs, baby,” you responded.

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angelkurenai · 5 years

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Imagine showing Dean that he’s not old to you and what you really think of him and his age, which only gets him very flustered, hot and bothered.

“O- old.” he scoffed, an adorable - at least to you - pout on his lips “Ol- old m- ma-” he pursed his lips like a little kid whose feelings had just been hurt and shook his head as he walked towards you.

It took you a full minute to understand that he was actually talking in the first place, and what he was saying, because you got so distracted watching stride to you so effortlessly, better than an actual model, in that great suit of his. Not that he didn't look just as good without it but you had only seen so much when patching him up.

“Come again?” you blinked, pushing off the Impala's hood and standing next to him.

“What the hell does he even mean by old?” but he didn't really listen to you as he continued rambling, brows still furrowed, making wild hand motions, stomping his foot like a stubborn child, as realization started to set down on you “I can't be- He's barely a year old and looks nearly twenty times that. I'm not- I don't even look like it! I look like I'm- I don't look like I'm- I can't be... Am I?” he shook his head wildly “That wasn't in the fucking plan. It was totally uncalled for and I-I-” he motioned to himself before just huffing and stopping “It was so not in the script. That's just freaking betrayal, I didn't-”

You gave him a funny look before just shaking your head “Alright, alright how about you take a deep breath and calm down before you get a heart attack or something.”

You had to hold back a giggle but it was freaking hard with how his head snapped in your direction and his face turned into one of utter betrayal and hurt. You could practically hear the 'How dare you.' and you wanted to burst into laughter. However, his brows pulling into a small frown that made you want to wrap him in your arms and apologize for teasing him that instant, made your smile fall a bit.

“What?” he blinked, his voice more rough.

“I'm just saying that there's no hospital nearby and in your age, having a heart attack can be very dangerous if not-” you shrugged as innocently as you could.

“Alright, you know what?” he started saying with an adorable pout, giving you another look of betrayal, shaking his head and turning to leave. But you caught hold of his arm before he could and held him back.

A small giggle escaped your lips “Ok ok, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, that was mean.” you looked up at him with a grin as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked away “Hey, I'm sorry, come on. Don't be like that at me, D. You know you can't stay mad at your sweetheart for very long, can you?”

He tried so freaking hard to keep himself from looking at you. He tried so so bad. Because he knew that the second he looked into those (y/e/c) beautiful eyes, he'd be going soft in split seconds, heck he'd be melting on the inside, he'd pulled in for good and he was already a gonner. But despite his best knowledge, every fiber in his body told him he wanted to look at you, and so he did. And the moment he saw you giving him that sweet smile and puppy eyes that he swore had him wrapped around your finger, he sighed in defeat.

“Wanna tell me what happened? Cause I'm still struggling to understand what went on in there.”

“Only if you promise you won't tease and take his side.” he said seriously.

“Pinky promise.” you nodded your head “No man comes before Dean Winchester for me, you know it.”

He tried to hide the smile that formed on his lips but it was nearly impossible at the sound of those words. He couldn't help the small bit of satisfaction and longing for it to be meant in every way he wanted. He licked his lips and looked away for a second before clearing his throat “Well, as you know, the plan was for me to get in, play bad cop on her while Jack swips in saves her and all that jazz she digs. And sure it all went smoothly, hell too smoothly actually she's all taken by him, but-”

“But?” you tilted your head to the side “Something must have happened to make you like this? You said something about-”

“Old” Dean scoffed, shaking his head “Jack called me an old man! A freaking old man.” he nearly exclaimed, loudly enough so that anyone around could hear.

“J-Jack?” you raised an eyebrow “Jack called you an old man? He actually said old man to you? Dean freaking Winchester? Wow I never thought the kid had it in him. That's what I call some fucking courage.” you snickered, shaking your head in disbelief “Wait, a-and that's why you- you're actually acting like a freaking drama queen?”

“Dr-drama queen?” it was his time to raise both his eyebrows at you “Did you even just hear what I said? Or- or do you actually think I'm... I'm old?”

“Dean, come on.” you giggled “You don't really believe it yourself, do you?”

“I- I mean-” he cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, clenching his jaw “I haven't been called old before. It hasn't been an issue... a lot. But I realized that most people I hang around are close to my age apart from Jack a-and he-he seriously told me 'Back off, old man.' and she- she laughed like she agreed and I'm-” he stopped himself, his voice starting to get a bit high pitched which cause him to stop.

“Old man my ass.” he mumbled in a rough voice, stuffing his hands in pockets and looking away “How many men my age do you know that can do even half the things I do for hunting? No! Will Jack even be able to do any of those when he's my age? Hell no! I've had to run and jump over so many different places. Plus, I don't even look like I'm nearing my forties, hell I could just as well look better than a 30-year-old! I mean, yeah time has passed and I'm not 20 anymore b-but I'm...” he sighed, trailing off as he looked at his reflection in the window of Baby.

“You're?” you asked softly, biting your lower lip to keep yourself from grinning because of how insanely adorable the pout that formed on his lips was.

“Old man? Where does he even see the old man? Can you even believe that he said that? I'm- I'm not old, I'm just not!” he said firmly, scoffing but still looking so offended and hurt “I- I-hardly act like it, I'm nowhere near a grumpy old man, and I-” he sighed “Do I even look old to you, (Y/n)?”

You blinked, finally being able to catch up with his rambling, asked with a tilt of your head “Old?”

“Yes, do- do you think I am old? I mean-” he shrugged, you could even swear a bit shyly “We've known each other for so long b-but we too have an age gap, small or big doesn't matter. So I- I wanna know, do you think I'm old?”

You stood there for a second, blinking in surprise until a a smile slowly grew on your lips because of how adorably self-conscious and nervous he was to ear your answer “Dean.” your face went serious “First, no you're not 20 anymore or look like you're 20. Your age is indeed 39 and there's nothing wrong with looking like either 30 or 40-”

You didn't even get to complete your sentence when you saw actually disappointment in his eyes, but just as he was about to turn, you took firm hold of his tie and wrapping it around your arm to bring him close to you. You were inches away from each, his eyes having gone wide as he looked back and forth between you and where you were tugging at him.

“And you certainly don't look like the latter.” you got his attention “You look mature and that's the best fucking thing you could be. And you wanna know why?”

He tried to swallow but he couldn't. This was giving him all sorts of ideas and your close proximity didn't help at all. He only gave you a small weak shake of his head.

“Because you're just like fine wine, Winchester. In every sense of the word.” you gave him a smirk, your voice dropping into a low seductive tone “First, you age like fine wine. No matter how much time passes you just keep looking better and better and boy do you prove me right when I say a 40-year-old equals to two 20-year-olds. And if I had to chose, it would be this 40-year-old any fucking day.”

“R-Really?” a small smirk was starting to lift at the corners of his lips.

“You see, Dean, boys my age know nothing about giving a woman what she needs or better yet satisfy her as they should. Not the way I bet you do.” but your words made his smile fall as his lips parted and his mouth went dry “You know all the right moves, not just with your body the way most men do. But everything else too. So no, you're not old. And I can sure tell you it doesn't even matter to me, it's just a number. But what you can do...” your eyes trailed down his tie, a smirk on them as you licked them and his eyes followed the move “Well, there are plenty of choices.”

“You-” he licked his own lips “You think?”

Your smile only grew when you heard that husky voice of his and you hummed “And I certainly get lots of ideas just by looking at you. Things that no younger man would ever dream being capable of doing. Heck, you're just the perfect age for slamming me against the wall and-”

“A-and?” he blinked, a bit too much eagerness in his eyes to hear you say it.

“Well-” it was hard not to show your satisfaction at the way he reacted to your words, or even the small look of disappointment he gave you when you let go of his tie and took a step back, clearing your throat “We're in public, but I'm assuming you can imagine.” the way he instantly nodded his head and gave you that almost smile verified your assumptions “See, that's the great thing about you, unlike younger men. I don't have to go into detail, you get me.”

“I- I-” his voice came out shaky and slightly squeaky, before he finally cleared his throat “Ye-yeah, of course.” he forced a smile, shifting in his place and looking away until his eyebrows pulled into a frown “A- and second?”he asked softly, making you look back at him perplexed “You said first. Is there a second?”

“Oh, you go just fine with a great slice of pie. You taste as good as a fine wine would, or at least so I assume. I gotta figure out so at some point, right?”

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She’s Not You - Part 2 (Dean Imagine)

READ PART 1 HERE

This part of the story focuses more on the second part of the original request. Angst and fluff :)

It had been a few months since Dean Winchester chose you. He proposed for you to come on the road with him and the Sam and become a part of their team permanently, and you graciously accepted. These boys had taught you so much in the time you’d been with them, and they had introduced you to Bobby, the man who’s house you all spent a lot of time in.

You were leaning against Bobby’s kitchen counter, nursing a cup of coffee listening to the songs of the birds on the other side of the open window. You took in your surroundings; all 6 foot 4 of Sam sprawled out on the couch fast asleep, beer bottles and books from late night researching last night, the peeling wallpaper that hadn’t been re-done in years, the blood stained floor boards from casualties and torturing sessions, the musty smell of the old house, the sound of the creaking floor of Bobby walking upstairs, and then you laid your eyes upon the beautiful man sitting at the kitchen table. He was relaxed back in his chair, head towards the ceiling deep in thought about something. You traced your eyes over his features; his freckles lightly dusted over his nose, gorgeous green eyes that you could get lost in, and his perfect plump lips that seem as though they were made to perfectly fit with yours like two pieces of a puzzle. Your life was so great right now, you’d got the life you’d always wanted. Almost.

“Babe?” You snapped Dean out of his daydream and his attention turned to you. He raised his eyebrows at you, encouraging you to continue.

“Can we go to the store and get some supplies before everyone gets up and back to researching?” You asked. Dean agreed it was a good idea and the two of you set off in the impala to the store, listening to tunes and having a few laughs on the road there.

You arrived at the store, walking through the doors the air conditioning up above blew yours and Dean’s hairs all over the place, making you both laugh at each other. You continued round the store, finding things you needed in between messing about with each other. When you and Dean went anywhere together, it was always a lot of fun. You both joked around and poked fun at each other so much, an onlooker wouldn’t think you were together because you didn’t behave like a “normal” couple.

Dean was paying for the stuff, you walked round behind him, you went up on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek from behind. He blushed and shied away.

“Alright settle down” He dismissed you, making you feel so small. The woman behind the counter held back her laughter as she looked at you, finding it funny that you just got rejected. You walked back to the car together with a lot less fun. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Up until recently, when you were alone, Dean treated you like you were the only girl in the world, but only at bed time. He treated you like a friend a lot of the time, and it hurt. Compared to how he treated his ex Casey, it was evident that he was more into her. And the more you thought about it, the worse you felt.

You both sat down in the impala seats, and set off home. He turned the radio on and started to sing along, poking you in your side trying to encourage you to join in. When his actions were met by your swatting hand and he looked across to see your stern face, he pulled the car over not willing to go any further with you in a mood. He got out of the car and waited for you, but when you didn’t move he walked round to the passenger side and opened the door, then proceeded to squat down to be at your eye level.

“What’s wrong” He asked. You sighed. Were you about to come across as totally needy with what you were about to say? He asked you again.

“You embarrassed me in that store, Dean.” You stated.

“How?”

“The way you just brushed me off when I tried to kiss you” A lump formed in your throat as you spoke. Dean meant so much to you and you couldn’t bare to hear him explain this, when you knew the answer would be “i’ve realised i’m not into you”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m not big on PDA” He said. He was lying to your face. There was no way he wasn’t big on PDA after that massive display him and Casey put on at the bar after that first night. He also used to be more into affection at the beginning, so he was making no sense.

“Don’t lie. You had plenty of public affection for Casey that night.” You spat, still fighting yourself to keep the tears in. He sighed, and bowed his head, taking a few breaths before looking back up to you.

“There was 2 reasons I was like that at the bar. Casey was so jealous of you. I know we hadn’t seen each other in a while before that hunt, but I still spoke about you a lot and it made her insecure. I was trying to convince her I was into her.” He explained. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to hear about how he was trying to keep another woman happy but will cause you to get upset.

“Another reason was, I was trying to convince myself, y/n. From the first day we saw you on that hunt, you in your FBI gear, hair pinned back. My god you were beautiful. I liked you so damn much, I was all over Casey, trying to convince myself she was what I wanted, but she wasn’t. You were. And that’s why I broke up with her.”

A silent tear escaped from your eye, Dean brought his thumb up to your cheek and wiped it away.

“So what about now?” You asked, looking for further explanation.

“I’m scared” He said, his voice cracking. He puffed his breath out trying to keep his emotion under control.

“Why?”

“I don’t know..” He trailed off.

“No. Come on, why?” You stood your ground, you wanted answers.

“I’m scared of this Y/N!” He shot up, pacing for a few seconds before squatting back down to speak to you.

“You are so important to me. These past few weeks, I’ve felt different and it’s scaring me. If I show you off, hand in hand, kisses, all the rest, then it’s real. Me and you, we’re real. And that just makes things so much harder with this job and worrying about you or losing you. It kills me.” He stopped, but your look of confusion prompted him to continue.

“I guess I’ve put up this guard out of fear, because I really am falling for you and if I fall for you, and something happens, then that will end me.” He explained.

“Well Dean, i’m falling too. And I don’t want to fall alone. If you keep pushing me away, you might lose me anyway” More tears escaped, Dean reached up and cupped your face and placed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Are we really doing this? The real deal? All in?” He asked as he pulled back. You nodded your head.

“Good. Because I love you.” He confessed, beaming ear to ear as he said the words.

“Me too” You matched his grin and kissed him once more.

He drove back home and you landed back at Bobby’s in no time. You were sat on the sofa, and took in your surroundings once more. Sam at the stove cooking up some sausages for lunch, Bobby telling him he’s doing it wrong from across the room, the new stack of research books at your feet waiting for you, t and Dean’s perfect features once again. Only this time those plump lips were pressed to your temple, and his strong arms were wrapped around you as you lay together on the couch, his freckle dusted nose leaning against your hair as he breathed you in. You tilted your head up to look at him, smiling as he caught your eye.

“Love you” You mouthed.

“Love you too.” Dean replied. Now you really did have the life you always wanted.

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New To You

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 1,810

A/N: Oh my god, this is so much longer than the other parts! But that is because it’s the LAST PART. I know we probably all expected it to be longer, but if you want the honest answer, I kinda lost the inspiration to write more to it? Instead, I’ve become so excited about all these different ideas I’ve been getting from this latest season, so I want to write those while they’re still prevalent for you guys to enjoy! I hope you like this, let me know how you feel!

Part One – Part Two – Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

With a duffel bag slung over your shoulder, you stumbled through the motel door while laughing at yet another joke Dean had said during your walk back from the laundromat. Dean was hot on your heels as he smiled wide, his eyes trained on your back.

“Job well done.” You stared at your clean clothes as you pulled them out and re-folded them. Dean locked the door and dropped his phone onto the table before looking over at his brother, who lay asleep on one of the queen beds. In silence he slipped out of his jacket and kicked off his boots. You glanced over your shoulder, and decided you had enough time to change your shirt while Dean was turned around. So you pulled the camisole over your shoulders and began to work quickly on tugging a freshly washed t-shirt on.

“Goodnight.” You said, even though for the first time in a long time, you didn’t want to stop talking to Dean. He nodded and shut off the bedside lamp while you crawled under the covers. With your eyes open with nothing to stare at but the immediate darkness that took over the room, you listened carefully to his movements. You heard him drop a pillow onto the couch and then eventually, himself. He turned from one side to the other, over and over again.

Finally, you shut your eyes. Minutes later, he flipped back over and you opened your eyes once more.

“Holy shit, just stop moving!” You whispered loudly, so beyond tired that you didn’t care how rude it sounded.

“Maybe I would be able to if I had a big ass bed like you do, princess.” You could practically hear him roll his eyes.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes. “Then get in.” You said sharply.

At first, it was silent. Eventually though, he pushed down his blanket and made his way towards your bed. The bed dipped dramatically as he lay near you.

You shut your eyes. Your back tingled knowing he was just inches away. It took all your strength not to turn around.

Meanwhile, Dean found solace in watching your body rise and fall as your breathing became deeper. He wanted nothing more than to grip your hip in his hand; to have your skin beneath his fingertips. Instead, he lay. He lay next to you as still as he had ever been before.

Morning came with its light filtering itself through the blinds that no one cared to shut.

You inhaled and opened your eyes as you sat up, allowing them to adjust to the bright sunlight.

“Finally.” Sam said from the kitchen. “It’s already ten.”

“Ten?” You nearly jumped out of the bed. “Why didn’t I wake up soon-” Your eyes landed on Dean, whose arm lay in the spot you just stood up from.

Sam bit his tongue not to smile, instead choosing to busy himself with his bagel.

“I got you one too.” He said, but you weren’t paying attention. You rubbed your eyes before running your hands through your hair, and tugging.

Did you really sleep the whole night with Dean?

Better yet - why was it the best sleep you had since...ever?

You hastily grabbed a toothbrush from your bag, and made your way to the bathroom. You stared at your reflection in the mirror as you brushed.

“Dude.” Sam tossed a pillow at his brother. “Get up.”

Dean groaned and flipped over, completely unprepared for what Sam was about to ask him.

“Did you guys-” Sam made a few obscene hand gestures before saying, “while I was asleep?!”

Dean blinked quickly, then looked at where he was.

“No!” He exclaimed and got up from the bed. “Really? You thought I would-”

“You have before!” Sam laughed and took another bite of his breakfast. Dean nodded smugly, then pulled on a flannel.

“Anyhow.” Dean changed the topic, “We’re killing this son of a bitch today right?”

“We’d better.” Sam nodded, “Let’s head out after you guys eat.”

Dean agreed and changed his pants before knocking on the bathroom door for you to get out.

“One minute!” You shouted back out.

Within the hour, the Impala was back on the road. A small dirt path was your destination; you visualized it from what the witness, Yafa, had described beforehand.

Eventually, forest was the only thing in your view.

“Why isn’t it underground?” You asked, remembering where you had thought you killed it.

“It must be looking for a new area since we attacked it.” Sam explained as he looked ahead. Birds flew overhead, scattering themselves among the branches. You watched while Dean parked, as a squirrel ran up a tree. How could such an evil creature make home amongst this beauty? You thought.

“Here.” Dean shoved a weapon into your hand. “Sam has the lighter.”

You nodded, “So we shoot, then Sam lights his ass up?”

“Exactly.” Dean shut the trunk and immediately everyone’s senses were in full effect.

Dean walked first, leading you and Sam deeper and deeper into the foliage. It was strange hunting during the day, but the cloudy sky sent chills up your spine.

“Is it gonna rain?” You whispered to Sam who shrugged.

“Hopefully, no.” He looked up to the sky as well. You looked forward to where Dean motioned to move right.

“Wait.” You grabbed his arm. He turned his head to you.

“What?”

“Look.” You pointed to an area about a couple yards ahead. “That looks homey.”

Sam furrowed his brows as he looked at the area. An opening to what looked like an underground area was adorned with rocks and what looked like clothing remains.

“Shit.” You began to walk, eyes trained on the green t-shirt that lay strewn on top of one of the rocks.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” You tried to lighten the mood for whoever had to jump in the hole first.

Dean looked at you and before you could protest, he lowered himself into the cavernous hole.

“Go, I got you.” Sam motioned for you to go second so he could lower you down.

You tucked your gun into your jeans and gripped the largest rock, easing yourself down. When you landed, all you saw was darkness.

“Dean?” You whispered and suddenly a hand was on your shoulder, and you jumped.

“Shit!” You nearly shouted, “Wrong time to scare me.”

“Take this.” He passed you a flashlight, and you shined it up at Sam who finally landed on solid ground.

Then, you shined it around the rest of the space.

“This…” You trailed off, remaining speechless at the view before you.

“Let’s keep walking.” Dean said quietly as he stepped over what looked like a human hand.

It was silent for a few minutes, but that was too good to be true. A flash of movement caught your eye, and you nudged Sam who seemed to have seen it as well.

“Dean!” Sam hissed, “Here.”

Dean took a few steps back and you looked up at him. “It went through there.” You shone the flashlight towards the left.

The three of you made your way until you heard a voice.

“Sh.” Sam said, stopping in his tracks.

“I’m here!” Your voice shouted, but it wasn’t you.

Dean’s eyes widened and he took a step back.

“That’s not me.” You exhaled a shaky breath.

Dean grabbed your hand tight, “You stay by me.” He commanded.

Sam looked at his older brother, worry etched all over his face.

You entwined your fingers into Dean’s calloused ones, squeezing tight.

“I need help! Please help me!” The wendigo shouted again in your voice. Dean clenched his jaw and began moving, tugging you alongside him.

As you entered the next area, the monster finally showed itself. Dean let go of your hand and raised his gun, letting out round after round.

“Stop! Stop, please!” Your voice shouted, and Dean nearly lowered his gun. You watched him waiver as a reaction to your voice and you shouted for Sam to light him up.

“Now!” You said about a hundred times. Sam flicked his lighter and quickly got to making the fire large enough with his spray can.

The wendigo screamed so loudly that you nearly covered your ears. Dean yanked you back from the flame, “Get back!” He exclaimed, all the while the creature screamed in your voice.

Once it was dead, the three of you stood in silence.

You looked over at Dean who was already staring at you, hearing the screaming play over and over in his head.

Next thing you knew, you were back at the motel room packing up to leave. The ride back was spent in silence, it still loomed heavily over the three of you as you packed.

You passed Sam your duffel, and he grabbed his brothers as well. You watched as he walked outside to stuff everyone’s bags into the trunk.

“How you doing?” Dean finally spoke.

“Fine.” You answered, “I should be asking you.”

“Why me?” He tilted his head at you.

“You…when you heard it scream, you froze.” You said slowly.

He dropped his head before looking back up to meet your eyes, “It sounded like you.”

“I know.” You said in what came out as a whisper. You watched as he stepped closer to you.

“Your voice, was screaming.” He stated, and walked over until his toes nearly hit your own.

You looked at him, his nose mere inches from your own. Reaching up, you gripped the edges of his open shirt, and tugged them so that you could rest your head on his chest. He rested his chin on your head while he held you.

“I love you too, you know.” You finally said it.

Immediately, he gripped you tighter. He placed a kiss on your head and immediately you inched back and reached for his hair instead. You pressed your lips to his, pulling him in closer and closer as your hands traveled down to his neck. He squeezed at yours sides.

“Guys-” Sam opened the door before stopping, and going back outside. You smiled, nearly breaking into a laugh.

“Wanna go?” You asked against his lips.

“No.” He laughed and pulled you into his embrace once more.

You pulled away with a smile, “We’ll continue this at home.”

His hand reached down to yours, and for the second time that day you entwined your fingers with his. He rubbed his thumb against your hand as you walked, with your head pressed against his shoulder.

“Let’s go!” Sam exclaimed from the passenger seat, happy to finally go back to the bunker.

You reached up once more and placed a kiss on his cheek before sliding into the backseat. You watched his eyes crinkle through the rear-view mirror as he smiled.

“Let’s go.” He affirmed his brother and started the engine.

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Lucifer Interview w/Joe Henderson

In Part 2 of our exclusive interview about Season 3 of LUCIFER(Monday nights on Fox Network), executive producer/showrunner Joe Henderson talks series mythology, the addition of Tom Welling to the cast as a series regular, and more.

What will Tom Welling be doing as LAPD lieutenant Marcus Pierce?

This man is so talented. Here’s what I love about Pierce. We haven’t had an authority figure on our show. Our characters run around, they solve cases, but no one’s come around and said, “How are you guys doing this? What are you doing?” So when Lieutenant Marcus Pierce shows up, he’s like, “Wait, what exactly is going on?” Ella [the police coroner played by Aimee Garcia] and Dan [the police detective played by Kevin Alejandro] and Chloe [police detective and Lucifer’s true love, played by Lauren German] and Lucifer [played by Tom Ellis], they’re getting along now. There will always be fights, but there’s a rhythm. This is the character who comes in and blows it all up.

This is the character who comes in and goes, “What are you guys doing?” And to have a character who can be – “antagonist” is the wrong word, because he’s just trying to figure out how this stuff works. He’s just trying to lead the precinct. But to have someone who’s coming in, going, “How do we run this well when you guys are doing this crazy stuff,” that’s a fun toy to play with. And Tom Welling is such a joy and such a nice dude. And he just immediately melded with the cast in a way that was a relief and a joy.

Pierce has got an eye on Chloe, or at least will eventually. So what’s fun is, you’ve got the super-handsome dude showing up, and then you’ve got the Devil showing up, and then you’ve got the thing of like, “Oh, hey, you’re the big guy coming in, swinging his everything.” And Chloe might be frustrated at first, but in Season 2, we pushed the will-they/won’t-they of Lucifer and Chloe. In Season 3, we really want to explore a love triangle. Pierce is a tough guy, but a good guy. Lucifer is a lech, but a good guy. We want to play, Pierce is much more Chloe’s rhythm. He’s a cop who believes in the rules implicitly. He can be very difficult in very different ways, but he much more follows Chloe’s moral path than Lucifer does. So who do you choose? And really exploring that duality is a lot of the fun of the season. We will definitely get into more mythological stuff as we go on, but right now, the idea was, really explore a love triangle in this police world.

How much is Season 3 going to be procedural, and how much is it going to be serialized?

We are going to try to replicate the formula of the last year, which is, every episode will have a serialized element, we will always have a case of the week, and honestly, I like the cases, because Lucifer makes every case about himself, so every case is an opportunity for Lucifer to explore whatever he’s going through. The fun of it is, is the case appropriate, or is it not, but does Lucifer make it about himself anyway? So that’s the fun to me.

Are we going to get any more mythology this season as far as how angels and demons work?

To me, our show always has to be balanced. And I love the mythology – I’m a mythology guy, always balance the mythological with the case. So there will always be a case of the week, but there will always be mythology. For example, I may have slowly snuck in one of my favorite characters from LUCIFER, who will be slowly seeded into the season. Will we see this character? Maybe, maybe not, but we are laying the breadcrumbs. There are mythological elements that will always be on the show. We have a demon from Hell. We are not going to run away from that. We have a character who can go to Hell at times. These are our toys, but we try to use them carefully, we try to use them when the characters demand it. That’s both the fun and the challenge of our show, but we will never walk away from the mythology. That is what makes the show sing.

Last season, Lucifer’s therapist Linda, played by Rachael Harris, ended up in trouble and it looked like she was going to lose her license. Is that storyline continuing into Season 3?

I love Rachael Harris, and I love what she’s done with the character. And the first two seasons, Linda was very much the bouncing board, like, let’s use her to dig into other characters. But very slowly, we tried to also dig into Linda and show the cracks. And her near-death experience will be our beginning to really show the cracks and really dig into the character of Linda. One of our big goals in Season 3 is to learn more about who Linda is, but also break her apart a little bit and put her back together, because Rachael Harris is such a good actress. Also, that character is so rich. So many times, you get the therapist who lets everyone bounce off them, but their story could be the most interesting one. You just don’t know [that], because they’re always listening. And it’s time for her to stop listening, and time for us to start listening to Dr. Linda. And that’s one of the things we want to do.

Any thoughts of bringing in Peter Bogdanovich as Linda’s shrink, the way he played the therapist for Lorraine Bracco’s psychiatric professional character on THE SOPRANOS?

Oh, my God. You have no idea how many times we have wanted and discussed bringing Peter Bogdanovich in. Peter, if you’re listening or reading, please call us. How great would it be to do something like that? We’re a phone call away.

And is Amenadiel, Lucifer’s angel brother played by D.B. Woodside, going to continue to pine for his ex-lover, the demon Maze, played by Lesley-Anne Brandt?

These are great questions. So Amenadiel’s arc in the last two seasons was very much a challenge of faith, and very much, he failed, because he didn’t believe his Father [God, had confidence in him], and then his Father proved that actually, Amenadiel was his favorite son. So Season 3 is all about Amenadiel going, “You know what? I got test after test – I failed it. I’m not failing again. Now I’m going to stand up, now I’m going to prove that I am actually deserving of this.” Season 2, we deconstructed Amenadiel. Season 3, it’s all about him proving why he should be the favorite son, but we’re going to make it really, really hard on him.

And is LUCIFER ever going to mention the son of God who was apparently here and left after thirty-three years?

[laughs] We are taking a page from the comic book [LUCIFER is based on a series of comics by Mike Dringenberg and Sam Kieth, which itself is a spinoff of Neil Gaiman’s SANDMAN [graphic novels], which is, do not open that can of worms. Mike Carey actually wrote a forward to one of the comics, where he very smartly said that if you bring up Jesus, it just unravels everything on your mythology, but if you don’t bring him up, you’re fine. So we’ve just come to the philosophy of, we’re just not going to deal with that right now. If we ever find a way to do it, we’re interested, but right now, we’re telling our Old Testament story. That’s not to say he didn’t exist – obviously, he did, [as illustrated by] Father Frank and other things, but it’s not a story we’re telling right now. The comic book was very smart about it, and we will follow their lead.

SUPERNATURAL has gone twelve seasons with God and Lucifer as sometimes onscreen characters and gotten around that issue, so …

Right? And by the way, we should all be so lucky and do it so well. We shouted out to SUPERNATURAL, who shouted out to us. I don’t know if you saw, but they have Mark Pellegrino, who plays Lucifer, a couple years ago, they did a shout-out to us

SUPERNAURAL’s Lucifer had a line about, “What am I gonna do, go to L.A. and run a club?”

That was very nice of them, I really appreciated it.

Even though you are shooting Season 3 in Los Angeles, you actually shot several episodes earlier this year in Vancouver that haven’t aired yet. John Billingsley was in one of them

Yes. First of all, John Billingsley was amazing. So what happened was, we thought we were doing eighteen episodes, and then we found out we were doing twenty-two. They [Fox] said, “Listen, we only want to make the eighteen-episode arc, but we want to order more episodes, and if we find room in our schedule, we’ll air them in the spring, but more likely, they’ll air in Season 3.” So those four episodes are airing in Season 3. so we have these four episodes, and we’ve laced them through the top of Season 3. Towards the end, we knew they were going to be in Season 3. So what we did is, we wrote the episodes early, and we made them standalone stories. For example, the third episode to air [in Season 3] is one of our stand alone, but I doubt you’ll be able to tell, because it’s a Maze-centric episode that really starts off her story for Season 3, because we knew this would be one of the things we’d be doing. John Billingsley is in Episode 2:21, which is airing early in Season 3. It might be one of the best episodes we have made. That is our weird, slightly bizarre TWILIGHT ZONE episode. And he’s fantastic.They have some L.A. shoot in them, because while we shot in Vancouver, we also shot L.A. splinter. So we have an episode which is a flashback episode, when Lucifer first came to L.A. And a very big amount of it is in L.A. That was part of our challenge for the first two seasons is, we always shot some in L.A., so you’d be like, “Wait, I thought this was Vancouver, but that’s definitely L.A.” That was the challenge and fun of the show was, we would try to get a scene or two per episode to make you feel like you were there. But now, this season, every shot, you are there.

Which studio are you shooting at?

We are on the Warner Brothers lot. We are in the largest soundstage on the Warner Brothers lot, and it is awesome. It is so exciting, there is a single soundstage which has the Warner Brothers logo – that’s ours. We are proud to bring production back to L.A. I’ve never shot on the L.A. lot before – I could not be more thrilled.

What else should we know about LUCIFER Season 3?

Here’s what I would tease. Lucifer got his angel wings back. He doesn’t like that. If Lucifer is told to go left, he goes right. If he has angel wings, he re-embraces his Devil side. So the fun of it is, Chloe’s been a good influence on Lucifer. And he’s getting nicer and nicer, and part of him wonders, is that part of the reason that Dad [God] gave me these wings back, assuming it’s Dad? Maybe it’s time I go in the other direction. So we’re going to see the Devil re-embrace a bit of who he used to be, and we’re going to play with the toys that we already have.

If it’s not Dad, is there somebody else it might be?

In Lucifer’s perspective, it’s always Dad. But someone knocked him over the back of the head. Someone on Earth did this. So in the premiere, the question is who. And that becomes the big string that we pull at the top of the season. So that’s the big examination – “I know it’s Dad, but was it Amenadiel? Was it someone else? Or, if it wasn’t Dad, was it something darker?” We [Henderson and fellow executive producer/showrunner Ildy Modrovich] are on Season 3 of a show that we love. We have almost the exact same writing staff that we had – even though we’re redoing our crew, we have the exact same cast that we had. We have hit our groove in a way that makes me so happy. So right now, all we’re focused on is getting this show done, and honestly, I love it so much.

This interview was conducted during Fox Network’s portion of the Summer 2017 Television Critics Association (TCA) press tour. (x)

#lucifer spoilers #lucifer season 3 #deckerstar #lucifer on fox #joe henderson #tom ellis #lauren german #aimee garcia #rachael harris #db woodside #kevin alejandro

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no use crying over spilled milk - s.w

boyfriend sam comforting you because your hormones are all whacked out and he doesn’t know why you’re crying over spilled milk (figuratively) but he lets you be upset about it anyway

warnings: crying, fluff, bf sam coming for your soul, hormonal rage and sadness and overwhelming disappointment

weekly writing challenge: @supernatural-jackles #Weekly Writing Challenge (week 4)

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you were crying, sobbing, hyperventilating. you tried to wipe the tears that were coming out of your eyes but you couldn’t because you were just so sad.

“i burnt the cookies,” you mumbled to dean, who was sitting across from you in the kitchen he looked up at you and at the burnt cookies on the tray in your hands and laughed.

“after all that smack talk about how you could bake the best cookies ever.” it was dean’s teasing that sent you over the edge and you could always handle the teasing and joking but you were pretty certain you were about to get your period and everything was making you cry.

sam walked into the kitchen to find dean watching you in pure shock, eyes wide and body still, unsure as to what to do and you, sobbing into a tray of black cookies. “what’s going on?” sam asked.

“your girlfriend lost it,” dean mumbled, shaking his head at you.

“i’m fine!” you cried out, rubbing your nose on your sleeve. the cookies were garbage anyway so who cares if you get a little snot on them.

“why are you crying?” sam asked, throwing his hands up in the air. it was the third time this week that you had burst into tears for no reason and you were sure sam had enough of it.

the first time was over a tv show that you had never seen before and a character that you didn’t know died and you started crying because all the other characters were crying and the second time was because sam was too tired to cuddle you in the middle of the night and even the puppy dog eyes didn’t work and he kept telling you to go back to sleep and you couldn’t. you cried instead.

“i’m not,” you said, wiping your tears. sam laughed and came to your side. you tried to hide the tears but you knew it was no use so you just turned away from him.

“turn around,” sam chuckled, putting his hands on your shoulders and turning you around himself. “stop crying. what’s wrong?” he asked, wiping the tears with his thumb.

“she burnt the stupid cookies,” dean deadpanned from his seat, making you cry even harder. sam laughed and shook his head, wrapping his big arms around your shoulders and pulled you in for a hug.

“we can bake more cookies,” sam said, kissing the top of your head as you cried. “y/n....” sam mumbled, kissing your temple and then your cheek.

“what,” you whispered and sniffled as sam kissed your tears away. he cupped your cheeks with his big hands and looked into your eyes. “i’m sorry,” you said.

“i happen to love burnt cookies,” sam said, winking at you as he tried to pry one of the cookies of the baking tray but they were completely stuck.

“it’s fine, i know they’re gross,” you said, throwing the towel that was in your hand on the counter.

“no, i got it,” sam groaned as he tried to get the cookie and with one last pull, the tray slammed to the counter and he had one cookie in his hand. “see? i love burnt cookies!” he took a bite and it sounded like he was eating a rock.

you could tell he hated but he put a smile on his face for you. you rolled your eyes, taking the rest of the cookie out of his hand and throwing it in the trash. when you weren’t looking, sam spit whatever was in his mouth in a napkin. “delicious,” he said.

you couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend which was his goal all along. “better?” he asked, grabbing your waist and pulling you back to him. you shrugged and looked at his chest as your fingers played with the buttons. “what would make it better?”

“oh, you know,” you hinted, biting down on your lip. sam snorted a laugh before bringing your face to his and kissed you softly. dean groaned and threw a piece of paper at the two of you, yelling to get a room and if you weren’t so focused on sam’s lips it probably would have made you cry.

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the impala parked next door - d.w

dean winchester au where he’s your civilian next door neighbhor and there’s lot of sexual tension and flirting and pre-relationship fluff

warnings: light smut (?? not really) flirting, fluff, walking alone in the rain, mentions of smut

weekly writing challenge: @supernatural-jackles #Weekly Writing Challenge

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it was just your luck, your car breaking down in the middle of an intense storm. the water was pouring down, slapping against the concrete and the thunder was roaring in the sky.

luckily, you had a coat in your trunk in case of emergencies but your phone signal wasn’t working so you couldn’t call from help and you were only a mile away from home so you decided to take the hike there.

your socks were soaking wet and they were squishing against your shoes and it gave you the worst feeling in the world but you kept your hands in your pockets and your eyes on the street and tried to ignore it and ignore the cold and pounding rain.

every time a car would pass by you, you’d stop and step as far away from the curb as possible because you’d already been splashed once and your mascara was running from it.

you heard the car that was approaching and stepped on the grass and away from the street, watching as the car sped past. then it stopped. reversed. and stopped again right in front of you.

your first instinct was to run as fast as you could because there’s no way you were getting kidnapped today but then as your eyes focused through the rain, the car looked familiar.

the window rolled down and your neighbor dean showed his concerned face. “hey, you need a ride?”

“is it that obvious?” you joked. dean laughed and unlocked the door, propping it open. you got in, trying not to bring a lot of water in with you but there was a pool at your feet. “sorry,” you mumbled.

“hey, no worries. you heading home?” he asked, turning down the radio so he could hear you over the rain hitting the roof of the car. you nodded and he started driving again. “what happened?” he laughed.

“uh, my car broke down,” you told him, rubbing your hands together and putting them up to the heater of the car. you’d been in this car only once before and you were drunk so it was hard to remember any of the details besides dean helping you inside and holding your hand as you bounced your head to whatever song he was playing.

you vaguely remember him helping you out and to your front door as he leaned against the frame and ran his fingers up and down your arm. you remember him moving the hair out of your face and telling you that he wouldn’t take advantage of you but when you were sober you could call him.

you didn’t call him but you thought about it. you thought about going to his front door and knocking on it and kissing him right there. you watched him getting in and out of this very car and through his kitchen window that was directly across from your bedroom window as he put away groceries and nodded his head to the music you could almost hear in your own house.

“well when this rain lightens up, you can take me there. i’ll look at it for you,” dean offered. you also watched as he worked on his own car sometimes.

“sure. thank you.” you took down your hood as you started to warm up. you pulled down the mirror and tried to wipe away the mascara that was running down your eye without him noticing but he was watching you intently. “sorry i look like a mess,” you laughed awkwardly. his eyes on you made you nervous.

“you don’t look like a mess. you look good,” he said. you smiled to yourself, fixing the disaster on your face before looking at him. “you never called me.”

“i thought about it,” you admitted.

“and?” he paused, “why didn’t you?”

“i don’t know. i got nervous. you make me nervous,” you told him. he made you nervous that night when his green eyes landed on yours and looked at you intensely. his fingertips made you nervous and his lips that grazed your cheeks and whispered in your ear made you nervous and the inches of space between his hand on the gear shit and yours on your thigh made you nervous.

dean didn’t respond to you. instead, he parked the car on the side of the road and looked out the window. you followed his gaze and there you were; your house. “here,” he whispered. he sounded almost sad. “ready to take on the rain again?”

“not quite,” you said, looking back at him. he had a quiet smile on his face as he looked at you. “dean, i should have called you.”

“you should have.”

“is it too late?” you asked. dean shook his head and you smiled, putting your hand on top of his which he gladly took. his hand was much bigger than yours and he intertwined your fingers together.

“you know, i watch you sometimes,” dean admitted.

“yeah?”

“yeah. your bedroom window is always open,” dean smirked at you. you felt your cheeks redden at his comment and then thought about all of the things he could have seen. you naked. you dancing around in your underwear. you after you just woke up and looked like a disgusting monster.

“oh great,” you responded sarcastically. trying to make light of the situation so that he couldn’t sense your embarassment.

“no,” dean laughed, “you look cute in your pajamas and with your hair up like that.” he ran his finger through the peice of hair that fell out of your ponytail. “you look even better when you’re just in your underwear,” he commented as his eyes went to your legs.

“oh no,” you blushed, covering your face as he chuckled. the hand that he was using to hold your own untangled itself and went to your thigh, his fingertips just barely touching the inside of it.

“don’t be embarrassed, y/n,” dean whispered.

“i’m not,” you peaked your eye out from behind your fingers at him and he was smiling at you. “i see you, too. dancing in your kitchen as you wait for those microwave meals to cook,” you tease him back.

dean laughed and squeezed your thigh. you liked it and you liked him and you were finally sober enough to remember what his touch felt like. “maybe i can make one for you someday, yeah?”

“oh, i am so above microwave meals,” you joked, scoffing at his offer but giving him a small smile so he knew you were teasing him.

“oh well then maybe we can skip the meal and go straight to the part where you do that little dance you do at night but with me in the bed,” dean whispered. he leaned in closer to you and his lips were almost to your face and if you just turned a few inches to the left your lips would collide with his but you let him kiss your cheek softly before whispering in your ear, “what do you think about that?”

“i think that we should get out of this car,” you whispered back, turning to face him. your lips were only an inch apart and if you leaned in youd kiss him and that was the second time in that car today you skipped out on kissing him.

you opened the door and ran to your porch. when you were covered by the roof, you gestured for him to follow you. he shut off the car and did what you asked, running to meet you. “what the hell? you know i could have parked in my garage and used the door that goes straight to my house?” he yelled over the rain.

“it’s more fun this way!” you yelled back, laughing at how he looked with water drenching his flannel shirt and his hair now flat on his head.

dean laughed and wrapped his arms around your waist, tickling you just enough to make you squirm and hit his arms to make him stop. he set you down and this time, you kissed him.

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