#(I'm like 99% sure that's the same episode I'm thinking of. it popped into my head and i immediately started tearing up)

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

sometimes really really stupid things make me cry

[florallychaotic]

The 100 Live Blogging

Alright yall, I'm gonna take a dive back into the only show aimed at teens that I watched as a teen. Everyone had their one CW show and this was mine. Separate posts will be made for separate watching sessions but episodes done in the same watching session will be added as reblogs. Block the tag "alli watches the 100" if you don't want this on your dash (no shame to ya)

Episode 1x01 Pilot

We are off to a bad start Netflix started playing suits when I opened it for some fucking reason

Right off the bat, Eliza Taylor's American accent isn't bad at all, but it's got the American vocal fry that I hate

Also it's really funny to me that the lead actors of this show have names that are near identical to people who are way more famous than them (Eliza Taylor and Bob Morely)

Not a good sign that the UK part of the Ark, the spaceship these people are staying post apocalypse, looks like it has cardboard on the exterior

Juvenile offenders call lockup "the sky box" which is was teenagers are never in charge of naming things

CW dialogue exposition my beloathed

Wells got himself arrested not for Clarke, but in my headcannon, that The 99 isn't as good of a title

My only solace for having to deal with Finn is that unlike the first time I watched this show, I know he dies instead of just wishing for it

Ah season one Bellamy hair, it makes him look like a middle school teacher

You see I hate CW dialogue but I also absolutely would have screamed "We're back bitches" if I was the first person back on earth in a century

Cue too on the nose pop song, radioactive by imagine dragons

I swear to god a solid 20% of Finn's dialogue is calling Clarke princess and im supposed to like him?

I will say off the bat Bellamy is the best character because so far he's the least clichéd and most interesting lol. Meanwhile I can't wait for his sister Octavia to be a good character because she does, she does get better but for now....yikes

Monty!!! Monty best boy!!!

FUCKED UP DEER MY BELOVED!!! TWO HEADED DEER WOOHOO!!!

I dont know how to explain it, everything on the Ark...like it doesn't look greenscreened but it does look weirdly hazy like it's not there??

The actor for Kane has a very bad American accent, it's so far up his nose it's like he's sick lol

Love the random girl who yelled "It's water!!!" When it started raining

Begging this society to stop using the term "floated" for executed it sounds so fucking stupid

Kane absolutely said the word "majority" instead of "maturity" and that's the take they used for some reason

Clarke is a beautiful artist and normally I don't wanna be the person to question this but how does she know what the Arc du Triumph is

Kane please don't say you're willing to "take us down to a cosmic Adam and Eve" to your female co-worker clearly both you and the writers don't realize how extra creepy that it

This show really likes shot to shot scenes where the camera is just panned up a little so you can see up the actor's nose and it's so awkward

I dont want to be that person, but I think it's very telling that Abby (Clarke's mother)'s best friend is an Asian woman who is still unnamed despite having more lines than multiple white characters who are already named. Like this show is quite diverse and it's not going to be fun rewatching and seeing how poorly they handled that diversity.

Director: "okay can you boys just improv for a moment to delay the scene so we can have the big moment at the chorus of the song?" Actors: "Sure boss!"

What!?!?! You're not alone on Earth?!?! I never would have seen that coming! /s

Final rating: 7/10 despite its flaws I'm far too interested to not continue. What shot Jasper?? Idk! It's a fun lord of the flies story that is really interesting if only its dialogue was better

[goji-pilled]

So Rebellion rewatch thoughts! This will defintely be  longer than any of the other ones because. Well. It's a movie. lol.

-It's interessting to start watching Rebellion right after the post credit scene from episode 12, because like the first scene of the movie really makes it feel like the labyrinth is being build. Like how you had flashes of what made up Oktavia's labyrinth in episode 9

-Btw I LOVE the track that plays during the first nightmare fight

-I'm going to pop that godforsaken Incubator's head like a balloon

-THE KYOSAYA SCENE FROM THE OPENING. SOBBING.

-You know how in the opening they're also shown throughout different seasons? I always wondered if that's an actual indicator of how much time passed inside the labyrinth or if it's just general opening shenanigans...

-Sayaka's little "Klar?" in the English dub is adorable actually hkadhjshd

-Sayaka and Kyoko's bickering,,,,because they're friends,,,, "We just started to become friends",,,, this shit is making me more emotional than it has any right to,,,,

-Egg boy!!!!!

-Sayaka's dramatics seem to be paying off because she's playing the role of the clueless friend really well

-I SAW THAT LITTLE GLANCE KYOKO AND SAYAKA JUST SHARED. I SAW THAT. FRUITS.

-THIS TALK IN THE FLOWERFIELD JUST MADE ME GET EMOTIONAL OVER THE 12TH EPISODE AGAIN

-Hitomi honey you also deserve better than Kyosuke too, that doesn't just go for Sayaka...

-Wait I never noticed how Mami is humming her own theme when she's brushing her hair haha!

-BEBE YOU ADORABLE LITTLE CREATURE

-God I love the scene on the rooftop because Sayaka dunking on Kyosuke and Kyoko teasing her about it is so funny fjsldh at least until she says she chalks it up to life experience and you later realize what that REALLY means.

But also the fact that they share a pocky. That is literally an indirect kiss. Oh my GOD you two.

-Bebe hissing at Kyubey is literally the funniest thing like you can tell she wants to bite his stupid face off so bad

-I love the Quintet's transformation scenes here, they're SO fucking cool

-A thing I noticed in the transformations though that at some point during Sayaka's you see runes flashing for a second (Which I'm 99% sure just mean her name), but I also checked if the others have them and guess what. The only other person who had runes was Homura. Which is neat considering she's a witch and Sayaka is... well, whatever it is she really is now.

-The fact that Sayaka fully related to Hitomi here because of everything... man.

-CAKE SONG!!!

-Also shoutout to Sayaka who's just literally vibing to the whole thing, and then just happily watches the whole dream play out... she's the goat

-fjmsfjjd the little interactions of Sayaka and Kyoko just fooling around make me so fucking emo, because Sayaka knows,,, she knows

-Also the fact that they keep showing shots of places were significant stuff happened in the show, like the evacuation center, the alleyway or the train station, etc.... man.

-Ugh I love how the labyrinth slowly becomes more and more weird and uncanny throughout the movie, it's soooooo good

-"Crashing at Sayaka's place" ....and they were roommates- [GUNSHOT]

-Homura and Kyoko's friendship is soooooo important,,, oughghsgdhg

-The accordian in the OST is so good, although just the whole OST is really great tbh

-And the way Homura slips back into her more tough persona,,

-Dramatic hairflip my best friend

-Homura basically calling herself out for two minutes is actually a little funny jskdj

-It's interessting to think about that Nagisa definitely realized that Homura started to notice how things are, and definitely alarmed Sayaka in that same moment

-The whole conversation at Mami's makes me so soft... because like Homura is so much softer abt Mami, and Mami so openly talks about her feelings... justt ouhhgghhghh

-LET THE BEBE GO!!!! YOU MONSTER.

-Nvm what I said her tough guy persona is so silly sometimes, like girl shut the fuck up you know you love them all ugh

-God I love this fight between Mami and Homura because it really puts into perspective just what a fucking monster Mami is at her prime like holy shit

-The fact that Homura damn near blew her skull apart for this... like I can admire your dedication but jeez

-Also how Homura first aimed at the soul gem and had to force her hand down to aim at her tigh... that just really reminds you of how many times murder was her only option and the trauma she has from all that... oh Homura..

-THE FIRE EXTINGHUISHER LETS GO

-LOVE THIS FUCKING THING. THE NAGI!!!!

-GOD THE ALLEYWAY SCENE. I LOVE IT.

-Sayaka having her vague cryptid moment is just GOD. Like yes you're doing great!!!

-Sayaka asking whether a world like this is really so bad both because she's sympathizing with Homulilly, but also because she wants to keep the world like that just a little longer I-

I'm just gonna- *points at this* "The mermaid witch; it is in her nature to fall in love. Looking for the feeling that moved her so long ago, she moves with the entire concert hall."

-Homura asking "Are you really Sayaka Miki?" followed by Sayaka's reflection turning into Oktavia as she says, "I'm the same old Sayaka you've always known, Transfer student." is such a good scene because it implies that her second name very much is true as well (which is even more ough especially after she just sympathized with Homulilly) but also is so horrifying considering every magical girl Sayaka always turned into a witch.. I find that moment so incredibly facsinating. Also it gives me goosebumps lol

-I'm also forever so very intrigued by this scene because I'm still sure this is Sayaka's way of switching forms. As her witchform being able to hide in water is the only way that you can explain how she got away so quickly despite the timestop, and can still talk after that.

....I've been rambling a lot about this huh.

-Homura calling herself out part 2

-The whole scene with Homura and Madoka really was the final straw that led to Homura's silly goofy mood later on when they break out of the labyrinth, huh.

-I swear to god the final revelation is also SO fucking well made it's great.

-Also I'm still obsessed with the fact that Flame of Despair perfectly leads into Symposium Magarum when you cut them together. Like what the HELL is up with that, I NEED TO KNOW. WHY DO SAYAKA AND HOMURA'S WITCH THEMES GO TOGETHER LIKE THAT.

-Plottwist: The white cloth Homura had on is Sayaka's cape /j

-@ Kyubey: kys

-Damn I really do have no idea what to say... the whole final stretch of Homura turning into Homulilly always lesves me speechless tbh 😭😭

-Oh snap wait, there was a countdown just like before the fight with Walpurgis

-Again Sayaka at it by sympathizing with Homulilly because she knows exactly what the pain of being a witch is like,,,,

-God there it is. THERE IT FUCKING IS.

The way the whole scene with Sayaka is coloured just like Elsa Maria's labyrinth, Elsa Maria who had such a prominent role in Sayaka's downfall...

And then this. The way Sayaka is fully in control of her orchestra, the way it shows how at peace she is even with the selfish and so horribly angry part of herself. The way her orchestra now is bright and colourful, the music it plays so incredibly hopeful, instead of the horrible symphony that is her deepest despair and all the emotions it's made of. It's the way she even lowkey ressembles her orginial pose as a witch, it's the balance between protecting what's dear to her and selfishness... it's so god damn important, Rebellion Sayaka is so important,,, *head in hands*

-Also I'm just gonna drop this here again.

-GOD I EZSKFZSKHS FUCKING FUCK. THIS SCENE.

ITS THE WAY SAYAKA REACHES FOR KYOKO'S HAND HOW KYOKO REACHED FOR HERS IN THE EPISODE 9 ENDCARD, ITS THE WAY AND IM HOME HAS THE LINE PLEASE COME BACK AND BE WITH ME. ITS THE WAY KYOKO CALLS THIS, BEING WITH SAYAKA LIKE THIS, A DREAM. ITS THE WAY KYOKO HAS THE SINGLE TEAR DROP SHOT. ITS THE WAY SAYAKA REGRETS LEAVING KYOKO BEHIND BECAUSE KYOKO ALWAYS REFUSED TO ABANDON HER. ITS THE WAY SAYAKA ADMITS THAT KYOKO IS HER REASON FOR COMING BACK. ITS THE FACT THAT SOMEONE KYOKO LOVES LOVES HER BACK JUST AS MUCH THAT SHE COMES BACK FROM THE DEAD BECAUSE SHE REGRETS ABANDONING HER. ITS HOW SAYAKA FINALLY HAS FOUND THE FEELING SHE LONGED FOR THIS WHOLE TIME AND I'M!!! NOT!!! OKAY!!!!

...

Okay I'm normal again.

-"I'm ready" she says.... yeah I bet you are.

-Kyoko staring off longingly into the distance as she wonders about Sayaka and Nagisa just gave me the final punch in the gut

-It could've been such a happy ending... goddamnit you gayass

-The fact Homura says it's her emotion and her emotion alone, as if Sayaka's whole thing isn't love, yearning and longing and literally coming back from the dead kind of love.

But okay. Whatever you say.

-Honestly just the entire last bit is absolutely fucking nuts, like I literally cannot give you a proper coherrent thought.

-(Homura "It's only about Madoka (liar)" Akemi)

-Lmao Kyubey got trauma from that shit

-Also Homura your world is like a bajillion times more unstable and that's really concerning actually

-I love the Sayaka and Homura confrontation, it's great and also those two are just. lmao like you two keep beefing but you're literally both terrible (affectionate) just kiss already

-Also again, Homura being like "Guess you accidently got sucked in oops" as if you didn't do that on purpose because you love and adore all Quintet members fucking drama queen

-Oh the realization that Sayaka missed being human, missed being with everyone, that she actually yearns for life... GOD. I swear to god if they don't adress that in the new movie I'm gonna bite someone's head off

-The fact that they once again had a parallel their first time in that hallway from the first timeline. Man.

-Damn Homura you got friendzoned again.... which okay you've bee giving too many creepy vibes off so far oof. You should really see a therapist about that.

Everyone shut up this shot is the only one that matters (why do you two keep sharing pocky fucking christ see you in hell you stupid fruits)

-That damn post credit scene.

[watchinglikeafangirl]

I honestly don't know what happened but I like F4 Thailand less and less. The problems keep rushing in and they all never think about themselves first, it's really stressful. Gorya keeps hitting Thyme which he doesn't like, so it's a bit offensive of her, don't you think? Nagging and stuff is okay, unless the other person wants you to stop, so I dunno, Gorya seems toxic to me. Especially because Thyme changes for and because of her, so it's rather ungrateful of her.

Nearly every scene (and I'm talking about 99% of all scenes) are either with Gorya or Kaning and I just really dislike how mixed up their stories are. When Gorya is off screen, Kaning worries about her and when Kaning is not there, Gorya only talks about her. I know they are close but it never stops and nobody thinks about their best friend constantly when together with their boyfriend. Seems not really sincere and I loved Thyme telling Gorya to stop interfering so much into Kanings business. Yes, their bond is strong, but at some point, it gets to much for either one of them or someone else and it affects their other relationships. It's already affecting ThymeGorya in a negative way and I really love Thyme's moment of telling her he is willing to be patient but there are limits.

Gorya gets on my nerves right now because all she does is either worry about Kaning or hit Thyme with a pillow.

Kaning has an important story going on and not gonna lie, I saw myself in her. I would've done the same with the hope my crush can move on if I do this for him. I still think it's a big sacrifice because she still wasn't 100% sure he would chose her. Sorry to all the Win fans out there but ever since I watched 2gether, I thought Win is not the best actor and F4 Thailand just confirmed it. Especially the rooftop "crying". That was it for me. I know he did the best he could, but I didn't see much emotion on his face... sorry

And Ren and MJ... they are emotionally left out. Tbh I don't watch the KFC storyline but ever since those popped up, MJ started to vanish from F4. He's barely there and only seen when he either helps Thyme datingwise or laughs about him. Same goes for Ren. We had this whole Mina story and then nothing. I wanted to see him meet someone else but I guess that's not important any more.

I feel like F4 Thailand has troubles balancing the romances with the friendgroup. The romances take up so much time, F4 barely exists any more and that's very disappointing. Those moments in Thyme's living room watching TV and them in school. All gone now.

It's why the whole Kavin story was a bit out of the blue for me because F4 wasn't much in the picture any more and boom, there is a whole backstory. I don't complain but it was without much forshadowing. In fact, it wasn't even introduced to us since last episode when Mona showed up.

I don't know. There could have been better writing but I also understand that there's just a lot of story for too few episodes.

[kickingitwithkirk]

Happy Coincidence Chance Discovery

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Piper, Jared Padalecki x Piper,

Characters: Dean Winchester /Jensen Ackles, mentions of Chad Michael Murray 

Word Count:4367

Warnings: cursing, kissing, nudity, implied sex/genital fondling/teasing 

 *Jared and Jensen are single.

A/N: for @idreamofplaid​  Thanks for the Memories Challenge #plaid and the memories  HAPPY BIRTHDAY JARED🎉

Prompt: Season 11, episode 4, Baby

A/N: Baby is my favorite episode but every time I’ve watched it I kept wondering; Sam’s hook up with Piper the waitress? So this is my fill in that blank with a Jared twist.

Divider: created by @writeyourmindaway​

*No beta all mistakes are mine

Dean drives into the parking lot of a roadhouse just after dusk and Sam looks at the marquee shaking his head in disbelief.

“Are you serious? Dean, it's late, I’m exhausted and..and.. and starving.  And this place. I mean, even Swayze wouldn't come to this roadhouse.” Sam groused.

“First of all, never use Swayze’s name in vain, okay. Ever.” Dean chastises his brother for such a sacrilege, “Second, you don't remember this place? You don't remember Heather, the hunter we worked the wendigo case a couple years ago?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sam partially smiles, remembering that night of fun.

 “Yeah, exactly” Dean taking the same trip down memory lane.

“What, she’s here tonight?” Sam asks, perking up a bit.

 “I texted her, she's working a rugaru case in Texas.” Dean says.

“Actually, she never texted me back. That's not the point, the point is that we have a ton of driving left to do just to go to a town where it's not probably a case.” Dean points ahead, “But in there, good times.”

 “Uh...” Sam hedges looking at the building.

 “But time heals all wounds, especially good times. What do ya say?” Dean looks at his brother hopeful.

 “I say... knock yourself out.” Sam answers with his usual reply and Dean looks away, “I'm gonna find a diner and dig into the lore like Cas did, see if anythings ever happened where we’re headed.”

“Ah man, you really got to learn to have fun.” Dean’s reply was full of disappointment in his little brother.

“Seriously. It’s pathetic.” 

They both climb out of the Impala. Sam grabs his bag from the backseat and starts walking back towards town as Dean heads into the roadhouse. 

***

Sam had walked over a mile looking for somewhere to eat. Being Saturday night he thought there’d be more open but that’s small town living, the streets roll up at noon on the weekends. 

He was about to give up and hike back to that mom & pop gas station he passed for a microwave burrito, preferably bean to get back at Dean, when he happened upon a small, local place, Mak’s Diner. 

Hitching his bag up, he pushed open the door expecting the usual greasy spoon Dean's unerring sense navigates towards and stops just inside the front door.

It was an older establishment, obviously one of those passed down from generation to generation places but to his surprise it was well maintained, despite the C on the marquee being burnt out.

“Evening, have a seat anywhere and I’ll be right with you.” A woman’s voice called out from the kitchen. Sam walked past the counter smiling at only other occupants, an elderly couple having coffee and dessert, heading towards the back where family seating was located. 

As he passed the next to last booth he noticed a closed laptop, several open books with notes scrawled around their margins, highlighted paragraphs and a few notebooks scattered on its tabletop.

He dropped the bag on the seat and shed his jacket before sliding into the booth, fishing out his laptop and the legal pad that he had started making more notes on earlier.

“Hey there, what can I get you?” 

Picking up the menu laying by his elbow Sam glances through it, “Coffee and the Cobb salad, thanks.” He orders closing the menu and looking up to hand it to the waitress. She is differently not what he would have expected to find in a backwater burg like this one. 

Her makeup is understated, nails painted a neutral color and her copper hued hair is pulled back in an elegant chiffon, not a high ponytail or hastily bobby pinned up-do, held in place with a real silver clip, the type that’s handed down as an heirloom.

“Just the Cobb salad?” She asked looking under the tabletop, taking in Sam’s long legs somewhat stretched out under it, boots bumping against the other side of the circular booth. Her blue/grey eyes slowly travel up appraising his body till they meet his.

“Big boys like you need more than a few leafy greens for stamina.” 

Sam felt himself blushing like he was seventeen again. Waitresses blatantly flirt with Dean and vice versa all the time so he’s taken aback by this woman's more than blatant appraisal of his physique.

“I, um, yeah, ju..just the salad.” Sam stammers out.

“Okay, be back with that coffee.” Her smiles genuinely, not that faked for the customers sake one he’s used to.

Sam appraises her retreating figure like she did him. She’s not wearing the nurses white or black rubber soled shoes that’s usual waitress gear he’s seen but a brand of tennis shoes he knows are out of the typical income of career restaurant staff. 

The fifties style, yellow uniforms color is completely unflattering, not fitting her right, way too tight around her bust and hips and far shorter than it should be, her mile long legs on display.

Sam shifts in his seat and tries to discreetly palm down his spontaneous erection but not so little Sam is putting up a fight, making it known it's been way too long since he’s gotten wet and he wants to enjoy her junoesque attributes. 

***

While he is waiting for a page to load Sam hears the elderly couple preparing to leave. He watches as the husband helps his wife into her jacket and gently takes her hand, resting it in the crook of his arm as they slowly make their way to the exit, feeling the pang of loneliness that’s his constant companion.

“Mr. Reynolds’s, hang on a sec,” the waitress calls from the kitchen emerging with a white cake box tied shut, “Auntie wanted me to make sure you got this before leaving. She’s sorry she missed your anniversary party.”

“You tell her we missed her, needs to hurry up and get well.” Mrs. Reynolds remarked as her husband took the box with his free hand. She glanced back towards Sam, “Sweetie, you gonna be okay here with the likes of him?” 

Sam kept his expression neutral, waiting to see how this plays out. He knew people found him intimidating because of his size and being a stranger in a small town, he definitely stands out but not many were that blatant about it.

“He ordered a Cobb salad, I think I can handle him,” she jested winking at him.

The couple bid her goodnight and she went back into the kitchen, Sam realizing they were now all alone. Sighing, he starts reading the info again trying to figure out what exactly their hunting is. Or not.

He was so focused on his research like usual he didn’t acknowledge the waitress standing there with his order.

“Kmm hmm,” Sam’s head snapped up, “must be something really good if you don’t notice the likes of me.” She chided him setting down a coffee decanter and cup.

“Sorry, guess I was kinda caught up.” Sam moves the laptop and notepad over as she sets down his salad and two types of dressing. “Figured you might not be a ranch type of guy so I grabbed the vinaigrette too.” 

“Thanks, I prefer vinaigrette, don’t usually get offered it.” 

“I’m pretty good at reading people which is why I also brought you this,” she set down another plate with a lettuce wrapped, curiously colored and, by the smell, not meat burger with all the fixings, a generous helping of baked sweet potato fries and a green colored milkshake.

“I didn’t order this.”

“I know but it cooks night off and I’m trying some new recipes. Seeing as you're the only other one here, you've been conscripted as my guinea pig.” She slid into the other side of his booth where an identical plate rested, “I wasn’t kidding about you needing more than just a salad. Besides, I hate eating alone, you wouldn’t believe how often it happens. Fuck, where’s my manners, I’m Piper.” She stuck her hand out across the table.

He takes her preferred hand amazed how it fits perfectly in his, “Sam.” 

“So Sam, figure out what you're hunting yet?” She asked nonchalantly as she picked up her burger, “Cause, not being judgey, but that’s some really random shit you got there.” She takes a bite, watches as his expression bounces between startled and incredulous.

“How…”

“Saw your Tarsus 99 when you took off your jacket. I had one as a kid, then daddy got killed on a hunt and I got sent here to live with Auntie, she doesn’t cotton to hunting.” 

Piper picked up a fry pointing it at him, “But what I really wanna know, where the hell did you get that demon blade, ‘cause I’ve never seen one like it before.” 

Sam hesitates, “That’s a long story.” 

“Don’t close till one and I’ve got nowhere to be after.”

Sam decides to deflect instead of answering. “So what is it you do, because you're definitely not a waitress.” 

“Officially, I’m an antique appraiser. Unofficially, I’m helping a wayward hunter who graced my door with something he can’t figure out.”

***

Sam and Piper, after closing the diner, stayed another three hours hashing out the research for his case were now taking their time walking back towards the roadhouse. 

“I’ve been wanting to ask, what’s with that name tag?” Sam noticed early it read Maggie.

“Came with this god awful uniform. Auntie insists that we all adhere to how her daddy ran the place. So when I came back to temporarily help out after her surgery, Maggie decided she was not gonna take orders from someone younger, quit and I got stuck with this. I told Auntie it wouldn’t fit, even with letting out the hem. Maggie was like five-four and I’m over five-ten! 

Ugh! I keep popping these stupid top buttons and can’t freaking bend over without showing everyone my C U Next Tuesday.” 

Sam smiled that nervous smile he got when unsure how to respond to an answer he wasn’t expecting.

“I normally wear this to cover it,” moving her pocketed hands in the light weight, knee length sweater she had put on when they left the diner, “but I have to confess,” Piper turned around, walking backwards, “I took it off when I saw you come in, thought what the hell, been long time since a really cute guy has walk through my door so...” She bit her lip, turning back around as they continued down the lane in companionable silence.

Sam mused over her confession admitting to himself he was interested in her too. He enjoyed sharing different theories and bouncing ideas of what they might be hunting back and forth with her, surprising him with her unique take on things.

Piper might not have been the type he consciously steered towards since Jess but she was comfortable to be around, didn’t feel his usual awkwardness he normally had around most women. 

They arrived at the roadhouse a few minutes later and Sam led her towards the Impala.

“Damn, you brother is a fucking artist, how many times has he rebuilt her?” Piper asked walking around the car, running her hand over the Impalas pristine exterior. 

“To many.” Sam replies, putting his bag on the front seat. “Can I have a look?” He turns to see Piper standing by the trunk. “Um, sure.” Strolling over he unlocks it and lifts the interior wheel well exposing the car's hidden armory.

“Is that a grenade launcher?”

“Yeah, Dean found it at the bunker.” Sam laughed remembering how excited Dean had been when he discovered it. 

Piper shook her head shutting the trunk and hopped up on it, “What’cha wanna do now, go in,” gesturing at the bar, “or hang out here for a while longer?”

“I think I’m good hanging o...”

Piper grabbed his jacket dragging him between her spread legs and kissed him.

It took Sam all of five seconds to process what was happening before his hands grabbed her hips and tugged her to the edge of the trunk, her short skirt riding even higher as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

Sam jerked back as headlights flashing over them, a patrol car drove into the parking lot. He lifted Piper off the trunk and led her to the car's back door dragging  the green cooler out of their way.

Piper climbed in as he hauled it to the trunk and grabs the army blanket Dean keeps then gets in depositing it and his jacket over the front seat.

“Where were we before being rudely interrupted?” Piper asked, sliding onto Sam’s lap and leaning in to resume kissing him. 

Sam tangled his long fingers into her now loose hair pulling to halt her, “What about that patrolman?”

“Won’t be back till closing, around six A.M.”

“That means Dean won’t either,” he says closing the space between them, heatedly attacking her lips.

***

Piper ran her hand over his bare chest, “How long is your refractory period?”

Sam shifted to look down at her, “umm, around twenty minutes.”

“Hmmm, I’m gonna have to see what I can do to shorten that ‘cause we are so doing that more than once again.”

“And how are you gonna do that?” 

Piper stared at him slowly trailing her hand down his torso. Sam’s breath hitched as she lightly teased her fingers across his lower stomach, running through his treasure trail and over to his hip.

Shifting further down his body she continued running her fingers over the top of his left thigh feeling the hard muscles flexing under the skin. She placed both of her hands in between his legs shifting his left one off the seat and bending his right leg back placing his foot flat on the bench seat. 

Piper kneels in the space between Sam’s spread legs continuously moving her fingers in random patterns over the insides of both tights, touching him everywhere below his waist.

Sam closed his eyes groaning loudly, dropping his head back against the window as her fingers played over his balls feeling her other hand travel behind them teasing over his...

“You fell asleep in the fucking car!”

His eyes snapped open startled. Blinking rapidly he sees Dean leaning through the open car window looking at him. 

“Dean what...where’s Piper?”

“What’s a Piper?” He growled out, “Dude, we wrapped twenty minutes ago and I’ve been looking for you, got worried cause you weren’t answering your fucking phone Jay!”

He took a good look at Dean. His foggy brain finally realizing its mistake, taking in the headset hanging around his neck and the ball cap he likes wearing when directing. “Jen, sorry, guess I’m still in Sam headspace, got disoriented for a sec.”

Jensen laughed, “You find one grey hair and suddenly you're getting memory loss and needing naps? I’ll have to remember to have you in bed by nine, old man.” 

“Your fucking hilarious Jack.” Jared shoots back sliding across the seat getting out, “Man, I had the weirdest dream.”

“From the happy noises you were making that was far from weird. And speaking of happy,” Jensen's eyebrows went up as he pointedly looked down.

Jared glances down thinking he’s drooled all over himself only to see the prominent bulge in his jeans.

“Bob’s called a meeting in five but I think we’re gonna be late.” 

***

“I’m telling you it was so real! She was tall with coppery blond hair, tasted like chocolate peppermint and has this tattoo above her...” Jared paused grinning, keeping that specific location to himself, “I’ve never in my life had such a vivid dream like that.”

“Dude, you like petite brunettes.” 

“I know..so why would I make her a redhead?”

“Hell if I know, it’s your giant melon. Maybe all that sugar ribbon you eat is finally getting its revenge.” Jensen snarks as they enter the meeting room.

They were greeted by Bob’s gruff voice, “About time you two showed up. Alright, now that everyone is finally here, we need to get everyone up to speed. We’re having to make changes to the filming schedule.” He pauses looking at him notes, “Jared, don’t need you to come tomorrow for those new promo shots with, what was that new character again?” 

“Y/N Y/L/N, Sam’s new love interest.”

“Right, anyways, writers scraped that idea. As some of you heard, several of our exterior locations got flooded with that last storm and it’s taking time to find new locations so instead of doing blocking we're gonna do a quick read through of the new episode.”

Jared opened his copy of the new script to episode 4: Baby.

Reading the opening scene he experiences deja vu, quickly scanning the first two pages: bunkers garage: Dean washing the Impala, Sam having a possible case in Oregon. Next scene: interior shot Impala, Sam gets a protein shake out of cooler, Dean wants to know about the beer. Next scene: pulling in roadhouse parking lot, Dean trying to get Sam to join him, goes to eat instead, shot from Impala view watching Dean walking. Next scene: daybreak continuing from the view of the car...

“Fuck me.” Jared whispers, catching Jensen's attention. “What’s wrong?”

“This is how my dream started.”

Jensen pulls a yeah right face.

Jared shifted in his chair leaning closer to Jensen, looking directly into his green eyes, “I’ll prove it. Next scene: Dean gets in the car at daybreak and a naked waitress pops up in the backseat with a voice-over from Sam. Dean gets out peeping in the driver's side back window at her getting dressed. Cut to next scene: Sam climbs into front seat buttoning his flannel as he apologizes for having sex in Dean’s car. Dean, happy his brother finally got laid drives off quoting Bob Sager lyrics, playing Night Moves and Sam changing a lyric. 

Jared continued to lay out the entire episode from memory as Jensen flips through the script following.

“Bullshit Jared, someone snuck you a copy of this script, you're totally fucking with me.” 

“Jensen, not this time.”

***

Jared walked back to his trailer aggravated that Jensen won’t believe he didn’t get an advance peek of the script. He can’t shake this unsettling feeling that he was forgetting something important.

He was two steps into his trailer when his phone vibrated. Chad left a voicemail instead of texting, weird.

“Jay man, you gotta do me solid. A friend of mine got the part of Y/N on your show and I don’t know what the fucks happening up there but she flipped the fuck out on me! Need you to check on her, she’s outside one of the guest trailers. And have her call me back after she’s calmed the fuck down!”

Jared snorted, another woman pissed off at Chad, shocker. “The fuck you getting me into this time Murray.” Jared mutters to himself as he heads over to the guest stars trailers and hears a somewhat familiar voice outside of one.

“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do? I get here and now they're telling me they’ve dropped the story line.”

There was a pause in conversation as Jared walked closer to hear more clearly over the lot's noises and was shocked when he saw her sitting on one of the trailer's steps.

“But I signed a contract...what? I don’t remember seeing that in there. So they can just arbitrarily drop the part with no notification, that’s bullshit! I’ve never had a clause like that in one before. I gave up my job and apartment for this!” She gets up and paces around not noticing him. 

“They're giving me the bit part of the waitress in this episode, have a five am call for hair, getting a blonde rinse so I look more like a Dean type girl. I don’t know what the fuck is with these writers, it’s like they don’t get Sam, should’ve left him like Kripke originally created him.” She paused, “paying me what? At scale! That’ll just cover my petrol for the drive back to L.A. Wait, what about my six month lease? Could you check on it.” 

“Oh, giving me two nights at the Hilton. How magnanimous of them,” she sarcastically replies, “can I still get that part on Arrow...cast someone else.” She abruptly ends the call and sits back down on the step slumping over her knees.  

“So, how much of that fucked up conversation did you overhear?” She asked not looking at him.

“Um, almost all of it.” Jared confesses, “I wasn’t intentionally eavesdropping but I got a voicemail from Chad,” she looked up staring in disbelief at Jared, “he’s worried and wanted me to check on you.” 

“Fanfuckingtastic, can this day get any better? I’ve completely humiliated myself in front of Jared Fucking Padalecki!” 

Jared can just make out her blushing in the still dimming light. “I wouldn’t say completely, I mean, you could drop your pants and yell Pudding.”

She blinked at him before doubling over in laughter, “Alright, point taken. Still, it’s a crock of shit you don’t need to be bothered with.”

“Chad’s kinda made it my problem. Look, I don't know all the details but maybe I can help, I can call casting..”

“Oh hell no! Thanks but no thanks. Bunch of assbutts on social media were already speculating about how someone like me got the part in the first place. Last thing I need is more ammo for the haters, they’ll tweet something like I had a three way with you and Ackles because I was desperate to get the part back.” 

Jared cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair embarrassed to feel turned on by the imagery she conjured up in his mind. 

 “Mmm, that’d be my wet dream come true, but not the point, they’ll just come up with some random shit.”

Jared understood being all too familiar with the anti whatever’s having been the target himself.

“Okay, how about we go to my trailer,” she gave him a skeptical look, “where you can have some privacy to call Chad back. I’ll get de-Sam’d and we can talk some more or grab a bite if you're hungry.”

“You don’t know me from Adam, what if I’m some psychotic serial stocker nut job?” 

“If your friends with Chad, you absofuckingloutley are Ms. what's your name.” Jared sarcastically remarks given her a mischievous grin.

“Touché, and it's Piper,” Jared froze at her name, “and you’ve been friends with Murry longer than me so I know you’re straight up batshit crazy.” She smarts back standing up, “lead on, oh gallant knight.”

***

Jared walked out of the bath toweling his wet hair sees Piper lounging on his couch still on the phone with Chad.

As he crossed over to the kitchen's fridge he couldn’t help but notice her low rise jeans had ridden lower, revealing the top half of the tattoo just above her..

“Dude, should’a told me Padalecki has a tattoo kink,” Jared tripped over his feet before catching himself embarrassed at getting caught, “Yeah, that was your boy.” She winked at him, “No way in hell I’m ever showing it to you perv.” Jared loudly laughs at that. “Hey, when I get back I’m PA’ing for you till I get another gig. Don’t you dare argue, you got me into this so it’s that or I’m on your couch for a month,” Piper rolled her eyes at Chad’s response, “Yeah, yeah, talk to you later.”

“Is that how you met Chad, working as a PA?” Jared inquired coming over to sit down next to Piper handing her a beer. 

“Yeah, paid the bills while doing auditions, was starting to pick up a few bit parts around LA.” Piper starts nervously fiddling with the bottles label, “I heard about the casting call for a new Sam girl and Murry talked me into trying out for it, so I figured unless I kiss Crowley I don’t have a shot in hell and holy fuck, I got it.” 

She stopped talking but kept playing with the label. 

“Hey, whatever it is you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Jared says gently touching her shoulder in a reassuring manner.

She took a long pull of her beer before continuing. “My Auntie died and I inherited everything, including her debts. I negotiated a smaller settlement but it wiped out all my savings.” She paused draining the rest of her bottle. “I figured it was serendipity..”

Jared is half listening, feeling that uneasy sensation again at that last word.

“...gonna be Sam Winchester’s...”

“If we’re meant to meet again,”

“.. weren’t killing her off after three episodes but then they decided to drop that story line...”

“we will.”

“...I should be going. Thanks for the beer and letting bending your ear, I’m gonna get out of your hair.” Piper gets up heading for the door.

Jared finally remembers.

“I believe in serendipity..maybe you can too.”

He quickly jumped up moving between her and the door blurting out, “I know you said you didn’t want my help but you can’t go, not yet.”

“Okay, why not? ‘Cause any other time I’d be up for some wham bam thank you ma’am but so not in the mood right now.”

Taking a deep breath he goes for it, “So, get this, after we finished filming today, I fell asleep in the Impala and had this dream…” 

***

Jared sat on the couch nervously chewing on his thumb watching as Piper paces back and forth mulling over his story.

She abruptly stopped and sat down on the table in front of him. “So here's the deal, I will believe everything you've told me,” Jared opens his mouth to say something but Piper reached out laying her fingers on his lips, “if you can answer one question.” 

Jared took her hand remembering how it felt so right in his, “Okay.”

“Since you’ve seen it in your dream, what does my tattoo mean?”

“In Japanese, it means happy coincidence,” Jared confidently says sitting back as Piper climbs onto his lap, “but that's the first line, the second one is chance discovery.”

Jared pulls her in, brushing his lips against hers, running his tongue across them so she’ll part them , allowing him access. He can taste the beer they’ve been drinking but there’s that sumptuous flavor of her underneath he finds intoxicating..chocolate peppermint..thinking to himself..

Serendipity.