#Dean is Eve-coded

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

@honeyedwhiskey found a whooooole new level of Dean Brainrot wanna talk abt it

the primordial/ultra-powerful being that Dean parallels best isnt Michael OR Lucifer OR Chuck OR Amara

its Eve.

[may--hawk]

under the gun (ineffable remix)

Stupid on the streets of London / James Dean in the rain / Without her, it’s not the same

It’s in the middle of an utterly ridiculous car chase - like to see Bond try that over the M25, Crowley thinks - that Aziraphale appears, in between one breath and the next. It’s dark in the theater except for the screen, which flashes those wonderful lovely pictures of far-away-places that are really just bits of wood and canvas and dream. The faint creak of the seat next to Crowley, the sound of feathers folding and unfolding, whisper-soft, drowns out the muted human noises around him: rustling bags, coughs, low conversation. Out of the corner of Crowley’s eye, Aziraphale’s suit and hair catch his attention; Aziraphale is a shining white beacon in all that darkness. “Of all the movies you could interrupt,” Crowley says, without turning from the screen, “and you pick the new 007?”

Aziraphale blinks. Crowley can just see it, the long sweep of lashes. “I’m terribly sorry if the Second Coming is a tad inconvenient for you.”

Crowley turns in his seat, hand on the armrest, to look at him, finally. “Is it happening right this second?” he asks.

“No. Thank - well, someone, anyway. Me, I suppose.” Aziraphale throws a look, near-disapprobative, at the movie theater ceiling. The ceiling glints, tinned and embossed, a holdover from the old days. 1 Trouble in paradise, Crowley thinks.

“Well, then, it can wait,” Crowley says, and settles back into the on-screen chase, which has now migrated to a pair of boats. Crowley’s never had a boat. Maybe he should ought to, before boats don’t exist anymore. Boats have to have a name, though. What would he call it? The Angel, of course. Satan. Never mind. No boat. He gets seasick, anyway.

Aziraphale twitches beside him. Crowley looks at him, properly, then. He can just see Aziraphale’s halo and wings flirting with the edges of reality, bright white flutters that near-sear his eyes. “Turn your fucking phone off!” someone yells from behind them, mistaking Aziraphale’s glow for a luminous screen. Crowley snaps his fingers, and the human falls silent. Aziraphale presses his lips together, but says nothing. He leans on the armrest between them. His sleeve - which is an awful slippery fabric, feeling unpleasantly like Goodness, like Light - brushing Crowley’s fingers. Crowley jerks his hand away and Aziraphale’s face falls, then hardens.

“There’s not going to be any spy movies if you don’t help me!” Aziraphale hisses at Crowley.

“All the more reason to let me watch this in peace,” Crowley says, and Aziraphale sucks in a breath, affronted. “Yes, fine, I’ll help you,” Crowley says. “Obviously. In-” he checks his watch. “Two hours fifteen minutes.” As Aziraphale mouths two hours to himself - his lips don’t look at his lips Crowley thinks - Crowley says, “Just - go get some dinner. Or sit here and watch the movie. I don’t care.” He slouches down in the seat, kicks his long legs over the seat in front of him, and crosses his arms, settling in.

Aziraphale stays, this time.

The next time, it’s a horror movie. Hey, it’s All Hallow’s Eve, and what else is Crowley doing but waiting for the end of the world? Aziraphale’s working on something up in Heaven, getting information, codes, files. Crowley hasn’t seen him since the last movie, since they’d gone out to eat afterwards, or, well, had gone out to sit across from each other in a restaurant and look absolutely miserable (Aziraphale) or sneer at every passerby (Crowley.) Crowley’s slouched down in his cinema seat, alternating slurping loudly on his drink (whiskey in a super-sized soda cup) and rattling his ice, when there’s a ripple across his senses. A glow beside him, that soft warm eminence like a fire full of hot coals. The screen almost dulls in comparison. Aziraphale’s there, close, and the very proximity of him sends electricity zipping up and down Crowley’s spine. “Popcorn?” Crowley says, holding out the tub, which he had only gotten so he could drop it on the floor and grind it into the carpet throughout the movie.

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[deeps0uthdyke]

Y'all are so weird (derogatory) for pressuring actors to confirm their sexuality for YOUR comfort. You do realize that REAL PEOPLE CANNOT QUEERBAIT RIGHT?! GET A GRIP!!! Y'ALL ARE ACTIVELY MAKING PPLS LIVES WORSE!!!*

*if you think forcing kit connor to come out of the closet was a good thing, then ur a freak (derogatory), and u need to rethink ur entire life

Queerbait is a term that was created to describe how TV SHOWS & MOVIES market their project as queer to entice queer viewers to watch and there's no follow thru/delivery. Queerbaiting can also occur unintentionally at first and then when the showrunners/writers realize the audience's reactions they can start to intentionally lean into making their characters do gay shit. The writers lean into a queer reading of the relationship to gain queer viewers and (most importantly) their money (think Supernatural and Sherlock). Cas confessed his love for Dean (duh, obviously he loves him) and then was sucked away into super hell. 😀 cool/s. When John and Mary got married, they were dancing together at the reception, and SHERLOCK LEFT BC HE WAS SO SAD. He couldn't stand to be there and feel so alone. He had to go brood elsewhere, he was brooding so hard.

Killing Eve was probably one of the gayest shows I've seen in my entire life but they (Villanelle and Eve) never got together.

Queerbaiting sucks. I understand the hatred for it. I hate it too!!! But it's not an individual issue and is not going to be solved by harassing 18yr olds on Twitter (incredibly sick & twisted (derogatory) btw). Do I find it annoying that Harry Styles is purposely vague about his sexuality? Yes! Absolutely! It's weird asf. At best, he's actually queer, just incredibly private, and at worst, he's straight but wants to maintain an air of mystery around himself to seem cooler/edgier. No matter how annoying/cringe YOU PERSONALLY find a celebrity and how they describe (or don't) their sexuality it DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO THAT (very personal) INFORMATION!!! Queerbaiting is an industry wide issue and is a product of our society's deep rooted homophobia! If you can't understand that, then you should try learning about queer history and the Hays codes.

[scruffyspeaks]

I remember having this idea for an SSEC AU where Harmony owns a cafe, and all the main characters work there (even Eve, who's older in the AU.)

My ideas so far:

Harmony: The owner of the cafe alongside Rick (who retired.) She often works at the cafe's bar with Dusk as a bartender and counts profits at the end of the day. She's responsible for like 90% of the cafe (Dean is responsible for 10% of it.) Also, at her station at the bar, she keeps a shotgun under the counter in case someone tries to perform an armed robbery at the cafe (IT'S FOR SELF DEFENSE, DON'T WORRY!)

Dean: The manager of the cafe. He also makes sandwiches there (he LOVES sandwiches, almost to the point of obsession. Or maybe he's not obsessed. *totally not lying here* <_<;)

Vay: While he doesn't look different than his canon counterpart (because it's difficult to imagine Vay as a normal Vaporeon, and because I like his design,) he's friendlier/more pleasant and gets along with Blizz and Eve better than in canon. He cooks and serves most of the food/baked goods.

Blizz: He takes orders and is a janitor! He enjoys it. =D He used to cook back when the cafe was a diner, but... well, let's just say Harmony shouldn't have left him with an air fryer.

Dusk: He's a bartender! He loves his job! He often likes to show off his bartending skills! For some reason, it never impresses Bart, one of the cafe's regulars. Wonder why...

Dawn: She makes cappuccinos! She loves making little elaborate cappuccino art! =3 She gets a little sad when customers just stir it and ruin the art, though.

Daisy: She also makes cappuccinos and coffee, mainly because she's too anxious/awkward to be a waitress (social anxiety, am I right? Bolt has the same thing.)

Bolt: Because he has social anxiety, Bolt is a cook, and also a janitor like Blizz. He used to be a waiter until he had a bad experience with a pretty nasty customer, which is kind of why he has social anxiety in the first place. Poor guy, he was so close to being a manager at that time, too. Bolt works the hardest out of everyone and is so much of a workaholic that he even stays after closing to clean the ENTIRE building...someone get this guy a hobby.

Flame: The laziest out of everyone. He used to be a cook, but after an "incident," he was demoted to a dishwasher/busboy and given tenure. This will never be explained at all, I'm leaving you guys to imagine how tf he managed to get tenure.

Eve: Due to being around 15 in this AU, Eve sometimes shows up to help. She works part-time at the cafe, helping with small things like giving food orders to customers or cleaning tables.

Miku: I actually will admit that I didn't know what to do for Miku for this AU besides letting her be a barista. So I guess she's a barista.

It’s funny Blizz is the janitor cause in canon, he’s the best cook in the cast and he gets SERIOUS when it comes to his job.

I can def see Dusk as a bartender, that job is super Dusk coded. He’d def love mixing drinks and entertaining people. =w= Dusk being actually happy sounds so nice.

Flame being demoted sounds like him 100%. >.>;;; I bet he barely does any dishes and leaves it to Bolt.

Speaking of Bolt, if he is a janitor too, who out of all of them is a waiter/waitress? I assume it’s Vay but him cooking and being a waiter/server by himself sounds like a lot.

It’s very interesting that all the girls (except Eve) mainly deal with coffee stuff. I cant see Dawn do delicate coffee art, I feel like Daisy would be the one who’s sad that Pokémon ruin her art, but I can see Dawn as a bouncer/ Security guard.

Very interesting AU idea!!!! Cafe vibes lmao

[indiphyr]

Every sapphic movie, show or book I like:

(* = favorites)

Movies:

Bend It Like Beckham (lesbian/trans coded)

Black Swan

*Bodies Bodies Bodies

*Booksmart

Bottoms

Braid

But I'm A Cheerleader

Dating Amber

*Death Becomes Her (sapphic coded)

D.E.B.S

Do Revenge

*Everything Everywhere All At Once

Fear Street

Fucking Åmål

*Ginger Snaps (sapphic/queer coded)

Hearts Beat Loud

Heart Shot

*Jennifer's Body

Joy Ride (I think one of the MCs is sapphic?)

Kajillionaire

May

My Days Of Mercy

*My First Summer

Nope (Sapphic sister I think?)

Pariah

Polite Society (either a lesbian or aroace mc)

Princess Cyd

Rafiki

Rye Lane (Sapphic coded MC)

Saint Maud

Saving Face

Set It Off

*Shiva Baby

*Sissy

Sweetheart

Unpregnant

The Fallout

The Half Of It

The Handmaiden

The Incredibly True Adventure of 2 Girls In Love

*The Miseducation Of Cameron Post

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Shows:

*A League Of Their Own

Adventure Time

*A Kind Of Spark (Keedie is not hetero)

*Anne With An E (sapphic coded)

American Horror Story

*Arcane

Betty

Black Cake

Derry Girls

Degrassi

Druck (seasons 5&6)

Everything Now

Everything Sucks (problematic actor age gap)

Everything's Gonna Be Okay

Faking It

First Kill

Gap: The Series

Genera+ion

Gentleman Jack

*Good Omens

Grease: Rise Of The Pink Ladies

*Hacks

*Heartbreak High

Heartstopper

I Am Not Okay With This

Killing Eve

Little Fires Everywhere

Lucifer

Minx

Motherland Fort Salem

One Day At A Time

Our Flag Means Death

*Paper Girls

*Peacemaker

Ratched

Sex Education

She-Ra

Stranger Things

*Such Brave Girls

Swarm

Teenage Bounty Hunters

*The Boys + Gen V

The Formal (tiktok/youtube series)

*The Good Place

The Haunting Of Bly Manor

The Last Of Us

The Legend Of Korra

*The Owl House

*The Power

*The Sex Lives Of College Girls

The White Lotus

*The Wilds

Upload

Vida

Warrior Nun

We Are Lady Parts

*What We Do In The Shadows

While The Men Are Away

Wo der Egg Priority

Xo, Kitty

*Yellowjackets

Books:

Ace Of Spades

*A Dowry Of Blood

Afterlove

Black Cake

*Black Girl, Call Home

Burn Down, Rise Up

Cinderella Is Dead

Clap When You Land

Crier's War

Dear Medusa

Girls Of Paper And Fire

Hani And Ishu's Guide To Fake Dating

*Her Body And Other Parties

Honey Girl

House Of Hunger

If You Still Recognise Me

It Goes Like This

In The Dream House

In The Ravenous Dark

I Who Have Never Known Men

You're Not Supposed To Die Tonight

*Keedie + A Kind Of Spark

Last Night At The Telegraph Club

*Legendborn (Sapphic SC)

Loveless (Sapphic SCs)

Music From Another World

Nothing Burns As Bright As Her

Not My Problem

Our Wives Under The Sea

Parachutes (Sapphic SC)

Perfect On Paper

Radio Silence

Rise To The Sun

She Gets The Girl

She Drives Me Crazy

*She Who Became The Sun

Siren Queen

The Chosen And The Beautiful

The Falling In Love Montage

The Girls I've Been

The Henna Wars

The Jasmine Throne

*The Kyoshi Novels

*The Locked Tomb Series

*The Mirror Season

The Nature Of Witches

*The Priory Of The Orange Tree

The River Has Teeth

*The Unbroken

These Witches Don't Burn

Graphic Novels:

*Are You Listening

Hi-Fi Club

Jook Joint

Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me

*On A Sunbeam

*Paper Girls

*Spinning

The Avant-Guards

*The Tea Dragon Society

[rottencaniness]

// forever trusting who we are, and nothing else matters //

— for bastiel, @derailedangel —

rating: teen & up || word count: 1.5k+ || ao3 link

tags: samjess, christmas, swearing, weirdcest, dean coded jess, kissing, Stanford era

It’s their first Christmas together, Sam’s all but shaking with nerves for how the night will go, Jess had to drive down to her parents place for Christmas Eve and is just now getting back to their apartment. They moved in together only a month ago, supposedly way quicker than they should’ve according to Brady, but Sam and Jess both knew it’s what they wanted.

And now, sitting in the apartment that’s freshly decorated to the best of Sam’s ability, hearing the lock jingle open, Sam’s really happy to have the space for just him and Jess. He knows Brady would’ve been making things ten times more chaotic and none of the decorations would’ve been up as neatly as they are now. Sam took his time placing things prettily around the apartment, a small Christmas tree by their couch, garlands draped over their mantle and tops of their cabinets in the kitchen, Christmas lights hung in almost every room, a pine scented candle burning, and Jess’ present wrapped neatly and placed next to the couch.

“Sam? I’m home.” He watches with a smile how the blonde kicks her converse off and drops her duffle bag to the floor— it’s actually Sam’s duffle bag, the same one he moved to Stanford with, the same one with anti-hex bags sewed into the pockets and sigils embroidered onto the bottom— which Jess blissfully ignored and just thanked him for letting her use it for her trip.

“You decorated.” The delighted smile Jess has as she walks over to where Sam is makes his whole chest feel warm.

“Thought it’d be nice for our first Christmas.” She hums along, coming to press a soft kiss to Sam’s lips before turning back to the door to grab something out of the duffle bag. It’s hidden behind her back before Sam can get a good look at it.

“I know we said gifts weren’t necessary since we spent so much money on the apartment, but, I wanted to get you something anyways.” A small box gets handed to Sam once Jess sits beside him on the couch, her eyes briefly flicking to the box wrapped by his feet with a small laugh. They both broke the ‘no gifts’ rule, to no surprise.

Sam pauses looking down at the present, it’s wrapped in newspaper. Just like Dean would when they were growing up— given Jess’ wrapping job is a lot more meticulous and there’s sparkly red twine tied in a bow around the box— so it’s different, but the same. His fingers twitch over the twine, part of him doesn’t want to unwrap it and ruin how nice it is, the other part of him is telling him to unwrap it before he starts to think about Dean too much.

“Sorry, the newspaper is kinda janky but I didn’t have any wrapping paper.” A hand reaches to rub at the back of Jess’ neck as she grimaces before Sam’s shaking his head as fast as he can.

“No, no, it’s beautiful. I um- I actually used to get presents wrapped in newspaper growing up.” Something he thought he left behind in that mildew smelling motel room he walked out of before catching a bus to California, the yells of his name that Dean let out before he left ringing in his head the entire drive, the burn of anger he felt towards John for not supporting him, the ache in his chest when he looked back at Dean one last time— fuck. He left that all behind, he has Jess and Brady, they’re his family now.

“Oh thank god, I was worried you were one of those people that had extravagant Christmas’s growing up.” Sam laughs, he’s shared enough about his family with Jess that she can’t have actually thought that. He told her how he moved around a lot as a kid, sleeping in hotel rooms and in the back of cars, how his brother was his parent for the most part, he never tells her what type of work John did that required them to move so much but Jess never pushes. Ever, on anything, she’s perfect.

“Please I was lucky to get an extra can of Spaghettio’s for Christmas.” And that was a stretch some years.

“Well it’s not canned goods but I hope you like it.” He gets the hint and starts to untie the twine, peeling the paper back to reveal a cardboard box that’s filled with— cassettes. Metallica, Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Kansas, and Van Halen. It’s all of Dean’s favorite tapes, Sam’s whole chest goes tight as his mouth falls open only to close without saying a word.

“You’re always humming Metallica and I overheard you talking to Noah about what the best rock band was. Don’t worry I went through all your tapes to make sure you didn’t already have them.” The heated discussion with Noah from psych class about rock bands had been one of the only times Sam consciously took time to think about that genre of music, he hadn’t realized Jess had heard him, or that he’s been- apparently- humming Metallica just like Dean.

“Th-thank you, I don’t know what to say. I haven’t listened to this stuff since getting to Stanford.” He’s purposely avoided that station on the radio and the old playlist still sitting in the files of his laptop.

“Well we should listen to some.” Jess grins and plucks the Metallica tape from the box, walking over to the radio they keep on the mantle and turning the volume almost all the way up.

Her head bobs to the music the second it starts, face scrunching the same way Dean’s does when the guitar gets heavier, green eyes nearly closed and hand coming to play air guitar. God she looks like a girl version of Dean. The loose gray t shirt, the mannerisms, her jeans are worn down on the knees like Dean’s always were, blonde hair shining under the Christmas lights, even the lopsided smile she gives reminds Sam of Dean. His heart beats two times too fast with the thought, quickly grabbing the box he wrapped for Jess and holding it out towards her. Just desperately trying not to think about how his girlfriend is an odd half-clone of his brother.

“You really didn’t have to get me anything.” What the gift he got her hits Sam all at once— it’s a necklace. On a black rope, with a gold pendant. Jesus Christ he’s going to hell for this shit.

“Sam it’s gorgeous!” It’s a simple gold heart locket with a picture of them in it, it’s one Brady took, Jess is laughing while Sam looks at her with an absolute lovestruck expression. It’s his favorite picture of them.

“Let me.” His hands ties the black rope of the necklace around Jessica’s neck from the front, face suddenly blushing red when he realizes how close they are and how beautiful Jess looks like this.

“I love this song.” She says softly, Enter Sandman filling their apartment, Sam’s heart skipping a beat for what feels like the millionth time today.

“You usually listen to Fleetwood Mac, I didn’t know you liked rock.” Jess loops her arms around Sam’s shoulders and settles into his lap, pushing them both farther into the couch.

“Lot you still don’t know about me Sammy.” The thick swallow he does might’ve been audible to Jess— Sam can’t help it, not when Jess has that tone of voice, and that grin, and that look in her eye, and that fucking nickname.

“I love you.” It falls from Sam’s mouth before he can think it over for even half a second.

They’ve never said that to each other before, sure they live together but Jess didn’t have the most loving parents and Sam sure as hell didn’t either so they’ve been taking it slower when it comes to things like pda and words of affirmation. He can’t believe he just said that without any build up, he had planned on saying it over a nice dinner, making it memorable, not sitting in their apartment on Christmas with his brothers music playing and half of Sam’s mind distracted thinking about his brother.

“I love you too.” No hesitation in Jess’s voice and she leans to press a small kiss to Sam’s lips to almost solidify the moment.

“And just so you know, I grew up with this type of rock. My dad and me would sing it in his car before he’d drop me off at my mom’s, she was the Fleetwood Mac fan.” Part of Sam briefly wonders if his mom would be a Fleetwood Mac fan too, maybe he would’ve listened to them before meeting Jess if Mary was still around. It’s a dumb thought, a useless one, he brushes it off as quick as possible. Thinking about his family never leads to anything but him feeling guilty over leaving and missing Dean.

“We should order takeout, for a Christmas feast of course.” Jess’s voice takes Sam from his thoughts and he nods, opening his mouth to reply but-

Before Sam can respond the guitar solo of Enter Sandman starts to play and Jess leans back in his lap to strum her fingers to the music and he can’t suppress his bright laugh. He really does love her, he thinks he wants to marry her. Maybe Dean will show up for the wedding, maybe him and Jess will get close, maybe he can have them both.

[how-the-feathers-have-fallen]

watching wall-e with my brothers and its all so destiel coded

wall-e is the left behind solving all of humanity’s problems with no thanks

eva is the cold, deadly, corprate angel learning emotions and how to be human

the hand holding scene. the desparation to love and be loved

the buy n large signs everywhere paralelling the early seasons "hell is real" signs

deans obession with movies and cultural references 🤝 wall-e and his collection/general antropological pastime and his records

THE DANCE SCENE. LAMPSTIEL (also, it's so cute. wall-e with his classic dancing and eve with her mosh pit bounce)

them learning each others names. wall-e calling her eva as a nickname (dean learning “castiel” and saying no. cas)

oh :(

eve’s fascination with fire (destruction) vs. her programming for plant detection (life) 🤝 cas’ crack in his chassis and his emotional rebelling against heaven's “programming”

also the scene where eve dedects life and she suddenly goes on auto-pilot and shuts down against her will- cas’ labotamy/s

wall-e trying to wake eve up- dean shaking cas after he died on april’s couch

wall-e taking care of eve on shut down- widower dean arc

on the ship, everyone and everything being guided on the indicated lines until they step off- cas and deans being beyond the lines of the narritive

the scene where the kids are being taught the alphabet in an almost brainwashing manner (heaven, angels etc etc)

literally all of the axium being heaven

wall-e being a robot but still “odd and different” (HE IS SO CAS CODED)

eve being called “defective” (CAS CODED)

THE DANCING SCENE!!!

God, I need a gif maker to visualise it better for me

[newjenns]

You gave such a thoughtful answer!!

Idk how to explain, but the names you like are very You-coded, like Pandora like the girl who unleashed evil in the world, Salem like the witch trials, Alistair and Evangeline also give me the edgy vibes that emanate from you/pos, they're pretty good names! I liked all of them tbh, they're pretty.

I really like how Rowan and Caspian sound together, both ending in "an" appeals to me, but I'm the kind of name nerd that likes cohesive sib-sets, that is one of the things that makes me very weirdly picky about names, they have to sound good together because I want a shit ton of kids. (<- Can barely look after myself)

My curse with girl names is that my Brazilian ass Loves Anglo-sounding ones that would get my kid bullied, (went to school with a Dylan and the poor boy was made fun of a lot because of the gringo name) like I'd love to name a kid Nora, but that literally means "daughter-in-law" in Portuguese.

I like the subtle book references in the names you picked, the names I like are like that also, from the past like 10 years I've dreamed of naming kids Bianca and Nicholas because of Bianca and Nico Di Angelo (not that subtle but they sound Good together), I also read a Percabeth fic where they had a Marina and the name stuck with me! and reading Pride and Prejudice kinda made me obsessed with the name Lydia because she was my favorite, part of me really likes Thomas and Alexander also, but that might be a bit too SBI coded so I don't think I'd use both even tho I liked the names before liking them.

- baby name anon (I'll start signing my asks with that now because I loved it, you'll probably get drama asks signed that eventually because I've been sending you asks for around 2 years lol)

THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH 😭😭😭 this is the greatest compliment you can give me.

i feel like i’m almost in a similar boat as you bc i come from a spanish speaking family and it’s like well i should probably name my kids something my relatives can pronounce and also i don’t want them to make fun of or judge my names if i give my kids super white names ?3?3!&3 but i feel like that boat has already sailed like my cousins and siblings all have very white sounding names anyway

i also like sibling set names !!! this is part of why i like evangeline and pandora so much bc eve and pandora were the first women in their respective mythologies !! if i had two daughters this is probably what i would go with if i can convince my partner LOL i once tried to explain this idea to my mom like oh having a theme interwoven for your kids names like all space related names (like sisters nova and selene) or nature related names (ivy and river for example) and she thought that was kind of crazy so i would probably make it really subtle 😭

i get a little weird about having too similar sounds tho like for the longest time evangeline and evander were my favorites for a girl and a boy (which in my ideal world i have two kids and it’s a girl and a boy) but the evan being the first four letters of both made me pause liek ..? is this too similar and cringe …? so evander fell lower on the list bc of that unforchie dorchie oh also i was going to mention this in the og post but another boy name i kind of like is jason dean i like jason as a stand-alone (jason todd you are so famous) but jason dean kind of gives it that slay factor bc jason is a little short for me on its own and also it is a. reference to heathers and if i used that name i would in fact call my baby jd i wont even lie.

percy jackson has some of my favorite naming conventions ever !! all the kids have meaning woven into their names that relates to their godly parent like selina beauregard like literally beautiful to look at are we kidding. love it. i think you could absolutely get away with nicholas and bianca especially bc bianca is like such a minor character like i think only people who are nerds about pjo would get it and they would find it cool :) so funny you mention pride and prejudice tho bc i rewatched the movie just a few days ago and i was literally just thinking about the bennett sisters and THEIR names and how well they went together like elizabeth katherine lydia even jane and mary seem to fit in so well and kitty as a nickname is so cute too bad she’s so annoying 😭

thomas and alexander are very classic anglo names BUT. but i will say my first thought was. hamilton. ummmm

[pwoka]

no one can get it out of my head that Wall-e and Eve = Dean and Cas okay ?? those robots are destiel coded as FUCK

[vitaminwaterreviews]

Bibi - Eve: Romance

This was an incredible album. I am a bit disappointed with how much of it consisted of old songs (8 of them!) but two of those old songs I hadn’t heard before, and I really enjoy the others which I already knew. Every song on this album will be on my playlist, and I would quite like to own a physical copy of this one too.

I appreciated how jazzy a lot of the first half of the album was. The bass in particular was often a double bass, and obviously there was some nice saxophone on a couple of tracks. The latter half was mostly older releases, so there was a lot more variety there. The art style is the same as both Derre and Bluebird and arguably Bam Yang Gang, which suggests that Bibi has had this album in mind for at least a year now. The MV for Apocalypse was really enjoyable, I’ll want to rewatch that sometime. Meat, Pygma Girl, and Real Man are my favorites off of the album, but I enjoyed all of it. Average score of 8.5 which is perfect. Really, really great album.

- Apocalypse

Flowers!

This does not feel particularly apocalyptic yet ngl

It’s all cute and fun and bubbly

But of course this is Bibi so something will happen

She took a bite from an apple and now it’s all dark. Hmmm

The song is exactly the same though

Oh look they’re mad at each other

Maybe she shouldn't have bitten that apple

She said “adam” and “apple” and the title of the album is Eve so I mean

I bet the lyrics are way more apocalyptic than the sound

But I assume that’s the point lol

I get choices?

Let’s see

That’s really clever. The “eats the apple” ending repeats the cycle, and throwing the apple away ends the cycle

Let me look at the lyrics

Alright, I think I get it

9/10

Hongdae R&B

I was thinking earlier today about which albums of mine would be good just to put on as background music

I came to the conclusion that very few, if any, of the albums that I own would be good for that

I think this would be an excellent album for that

And I don’t mean that as an insult either. It’s very easy to listen to, at least so far. It’s fun and good and very well-produced

Love the guitar outro

8/10

Meat

The laughter omg I’m dying

I think we’ll probably get an MV for this song

Also wow that bass is so good

Haha the saxophone I’m sobbing

This is a great, great song, I love this

9/10

Pygma Girl

I don’t actually know what “pygma” means

Also this album is so jazz-coded so far

All that comes up when I search “pygma” is AI

But it does kinda sound like “pick me girl”

Welp, this song got me up and dancing

9/10

Scott and Zelda

I really wish I had the lyrics for these songs

The English lines are so interesting. Like “Oh my god those papercuts”, what does that mean

Haha the organ

Not my favorite song on the album, but still quite good

7/10

Sugar Rush

Need I even listen to the ones I already know?

I think I’ll listen to them for a bit to get myself in the mindset, that way I approach the next songs with the right mindset

I love how simple this song is

And obvious her whispers are hot as hell

The line “I don’t need a man for no dessert / I got popsicles in my freezer” is iconic

I just listened to the whole thing lol, I guess I’ll do that for all of them

9/10

Derre

I never really paid attention to the lyrics for this song, what the hell is this song about?

Mkay yeah, it’s a classic “I’m better than you and you want me” song

Very Bibi

8/10

Burn It

Dean in this song lmao

The harmonies are really pretty, it’s good that I’m finally listening to this song on my nice headphones if nothing else

I guess that given the title of the album, it makes sense that most of the songs are about sex

9/10 for those harmonies at the end oml

Real Man

Oh hell yes, thank you for this beat I love this

A bit more saxophone? I’m here for it

What the hell is her voice here

9/10

Midnight Cruise

Lol what the hell

That was such a sudden change of pace

The chorus behind her is genius

I don’t think I get “midnight cruise” from this song

8/10

Bam Yang Gang

I’m just not sure whether this gets a 9 or a 10

It was the first Bibi song I ever heard, so for that reason we’ll go

10/10

Hangang Gongwon

Nice, pretty piano Bibi

Oh my god it’s a slow jam I’m dying

But I do enjoy it

And I think it’s placed very well in the album. Like, yeah, it’s about time for a slow jam, pacing-wise

7/10

Bluebird

I like this song a lot

9/10

Winter (unreleased)

I do wonder what the title means, considering this track has now been released twice

8/10

[creative-author]

just write - sports au!

The FA-Group

I had this idea for a sport games au with my just write characters. Eve, Dean, James, Cal, June and Luke would be competing against each other (sometimes in teams) and Elian would keep track of the scores on a big whiteboard.

For better references, everyone would have a picture and a special code name (to keep things cooler).

I finished drawing the pictures for the FA-Group:

Eve (code name: Flash)

James (code name: Pessie)

Dean (code name: Phantom)

Calvin (code name: Biggie)

Currently, I restarted the one for June (because I changed my art style a bit) and started one for Luke. I'm not entirely happy with every picture but I need to set my perfectionism aside 😅

The "FA" in FA-Group stands for "Forschungsanstalt", the German word I use for the research lab.

[watchyourdigits]

I think I've finally found a faceclaim for Evelyn that I'm happy with. Putting a break because, as always, I go way too in-depth as to why I've made the decisions I've made.

This is Vivien Leigh, a British actress who was once described as "beautiful, delectably cool and matter of fact, she is mistress of every situation". Need I say more? *is gonna say more anyway*

She's not perfect, but she's very Evelyn-coded. Differences include: Vivien has blue eyes, where Eve's are basically black. I'm not shaken to my core when I see pictures of Vivien smiling (with teeth), she's distinctly lacking in the 'crazy eyes' that comes with Eve's grin.

Also, Eve's hair, while slightly longer than Vivien's, is similarly puffy to hers, giving "I have curls and brush them out because idk what to do with them" kind of a deal.

Other than those minor details (and a scar running down the left side of Evelyn's neck) - holy hell, I think we've done it, lads.

Frankie (James Dean) came to me in a dream. A conventionally attractive man who is somewhat overconfident in his looks until he fucks around and finds out - aka is mauled by the deathclaw in Concord on his first day in the 'Wealth, stitched back together by Preston, & has worn a gas mask ever since. He was very easy to pin down as being very James Dean-esque early on. It helps that Dean has a lot of pics of him on farms/as a cowboy. Not accepting criticism for that having actual influence on my choice - I needed inspo okay??

On the opposite side of this, we have Evelyn. Also conventionally attractive, but her VIBE is what makes her hard to pin down. Where Frankie has the energy of a fun-loving-every-guy who can turn on the sex appeal when he wants to (aka when he finds it funny), Evelyn has this kind of... insane person energy. For lack of a nicer way of speaking.

That's not to say she isn't fun too, but her brand of fun is a lot different. Additionally, Eve is far more accidentally seductive in everything she does. Like the kind of person with that sort of aura where it feels like the world revolves around them like the sun, where they're the only person in a room. The 'yeah okay she can kill me it's fine so long as she's paying attention to me' & Vivien is very much so serving That to me. Meanwhile, James Dean is far more goofy and, while he doesn't reflect Frankie's current face (he's hardly recognizable after The Incident), he's got the right vibe.

Ultimately, that's what I'm after above all else.

OH - I also have this thing where, for some reason, I limit myself to "period" people when choosing FCs. As in not using modern people (so for Fallout they are always 1940-60s people). I don't know why I do this, but I feel the need to clarify that the FCs are always period-specific because I have Issues™

[actual-changeling]

Okay, no.

I'm sorry, but I am tired of people throwing bury your gays around as if it refers to a queer character dying and nothing else.

Agatha all along as a COMPLETELY queer cast, literally every single witch in the coven is queer. Agatha is a lesbian. DEATH is a lesbian. Billy and his boyfriend kiss on screen, Agatha and Rio kiss on screen, queerness is portrayed properly and with love.

Bury your gays is when a studio kills off a character either right after or a small while after revealing them as queer or showing aspects of a queer relationship. Bury your gays is Castiel going to superhell after telling Dean he loves him. Bury your gays is Lexa dying for no reason in literally the same episode she and Clarke get together, which meant killing one of the two only queer characters on the show. Killing Eve is bury your gays.

The fucking Hays Code era was full of bury your gays, there are so many old and recent examples you can look up, and Agatha kissing Death and turning into a ghost is NOT one of them.

The show is unapologetically queer and Agatha dying was NOT because she was queer—THAT is the defining part. Not a queer character dying. Not how she died because it was not about her queerness, it was not related to it, it was the consequences of her actions catching up with her and Agatha finally beginning to heal from the trauma she went through.

Bury your gays has meaning as a term and as a concept, and you cannot apply it to something you simply did not like, that's not how it works. Throwing this around discourages people from writing representation, it tells the studios that writing queer stories is a mistake, that you cannot make people happy with it so why try? They're already looking for reasons to erase us, don't give them any more.

Glad Jac has heard us but confused that apparently nobody on team was even vaguely aware of media trends since killing off or demonizing lesbians has been a massive conversation over the last decade and the bury your gays trope in general is older than half the people working on the show probably.

Yeah, that part specifically is a bit... iffy.

Like I said, it's not all the difficult to have conversations or do a little bit of research.

Not that I necessarily have an issue with Agatha's death, but moreso just how they went about it. That's the part that always is an issue.

Like, I personally did not mind the Killing Eve ending as I thought they closed all the doors and it was written in a way that made perfect sense. This one wasn't.

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 14: All for you

One of these days, Dean is going to break the Good Guy Code and straight-up murder the Angel.

“You can’t kill him,” Sam says wearily as he takes pieces of Dean’s body armor to pack away in its special case.

“Just watch me.”

Sam rolls his eyes, frowning as Dean hands him the chestplate. “Is this a bullet hole?”

“It’s a dent from a bullet.”

“You said it didn’t get you!”

“I said I wasn’t hurt, which is true.” Dean sits on the couch in Sam’s home office to wrestle off his combat boots. He straightens up just to get hit with bitchface #5.

“Vigilantism has no room for semantics,” Sam says, also very bitchily.

Dean grimaces. “Are we done here?”

Sam waves him off, and Dean stalks up to his room. 

The old Winchester mansion shows its age in the creaky stairs, dusty corners, and windows permanently fogged over with grime. 

To the rest of the world, the Winchester heirs gave up their fortune to various charities (not that their millions-bordering-on-a-billion did enough). Sam, the youngest, went to medical school to become a stand up member of society. The oldest, though, he squandered the rest they had left on extravagant vacations and lavish parties. 

Dean flops down on his bed with a groan. Only three years as a vigilante, and he feels thirty years older. Sammy’s going to have to replace both his knees soon. And maybe a hip. 

Maybe Sammy should just take all his bones out at this point and replace them with titanium. Dean would finally be able to keep up with the Angel, at least.

He rolls over, staring up at the mahogany ceiling of his bedroom. 

The Angel blew into Lawrence a year ago, packed full of super strength and badass feathered wings, making cryptic remarks about divine plans for humanity and shit. Within a month, he got a fanclub/religious cult to follow him around and give the guy a complex the size of Niagara Falls. 

Dean simply added him to his villain-of-the-week list – until the Angel blinded fifteen fishermen in the harbor. He said it was the work of “demons”, but all Dean knew was that the crew went out to sea with all their eyeballs intact and came back with 20/infinity vision.

Six months ago, the psycho escalated to setting an entire neighborhood on fire to kill an apparent “witch”.

Dean stopped him in time, but it was a close fucking call.

This year, though, the Angel abruptly changed his tune. Dean used to catch him kidnapping random civilians and the occasional assault. Now, he’s far more likely to find him rescuing cats from trees and Timmy from down the well. It makes Dean’s blood boil. 

What the hell is he up to?

The question has been circling Dean’s brain for far too long.

* * *

Dean ducks out of the gala, checking his phone for police alerts. 

“Mr. Winchester!”

Dean swiftly pockets his phone and turns, plastering a bland smile on his face before he sees the newcomer. “Oh, it’s you,” he says sourly.

Cas hurries up the marble stairs, dodging other departing patrons, sticking out like a sore thumb in his boxy trench coat and off-the-rack suit among all the tuxedos and designer gowns. “Do you have a comment about tonight’s fundraiser?”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Can’t you make one up?”

Cas bristles, all offended like he gets every time Dean tells him to get lost or pass off someone else’s words as Dean’s. “That would violate my journalistic integrity.” 

“Dude, you cover human interest puff pieces,” Dean says scornfully. “Nobody cares.”

“I care,” Cas says, stung.

Dean crosses his arms over his chest. “For fifteen grand a plate, the shrimp was dry.” He raises an eyebrow. “Happy?”

Cas makes a face like Dean personally force fed him a dozen dry-ass shrimp. “That’s hardly a –”

“That’s all you’re getting,” Dean says sternly. 

Cas – Castiel – Carpenter has been a pain in his ass since he caught up with Dean outside Dick Roman’s last New Years Eve party. He hounded Dean for a quote, following him all the way from Roman’s lobby to the street, waiting with Dean for his car to arrive. He kept asking about Roman’s plans to scrap affordable housing developments near the river in favor of luxury condos.

Dean, with a few too many drinks in his stomach, told him Roman could learn a thing or two from the Scooby Gang. Real estate scams never seem to end well in Carver City. 

The Winchesters, of course, already had a plan for Roman. Top lawyers, paid through a shell company owned by a shell company based in the Caymans, were already compiling environmental impact reports, and Dean had plans to visit Roman’s penthouse and perhaps dangle him off it, if he didn’t see things Dean's way.

Cas, the sly son of a bitch, hadn’t even printed a word of their discussion, and Dean only found out Cas covered the goddamn gossip pages the next weekend as he scanned the paper for Cas’s byline at two in the morning after a late night run-in with the Angel.

“Mr. Winchester –”

“I’m a busy man,” Dean says coldly as he shoulders past Cas. “If you need to talk to me, you know my PR number.” 

Cas falls back, scowling fiercely. “I know you have something to say, Dean!” he calls to his back. 

“Get your clickbait somewhere else!”

Dean has places to be and ass to kick, no matter how many times Cas bats those baby blues his way.

* * *

Dean groans, since when did Crowley have the kind of funds to hire these goons? The last he heard, Crowley's mayoral campaign was hemorrhaging money, and Crowley was spending every cent on voter suppression and scare tactics to get his base to the voting booths.

Dean staggers into the storage unit warehouse, clutching a hand to his side where a lucky knife got between the plates of his body armor. He stays alert – a dozen of Crowley’s henchmen tried to take him out and failed, but that doesn’t mean another dozen aren’t waiting in the shadows.

Charlie’s algorithm traced vast amounts of Crowley’s remaining cash to holding five storage units, paying top dollar for quality and security.

Whatever the hell Crowley is keeping here, it’s valuable.

And valuable to Crowley means indispensable to anyone else.

Dean slumps towards the first locker, breathing heavily. His head pounds, and the overhead lights flare as he glances around, trying to get his bearings.

He mentally adds a concussion to his tally of injuries. Sam’s going to have his work cut out for him tonight, if Dean gets home at all.

He reaches into his toolbelt, and his fingers scramble for his set of lockpicks for too long. How the hell he’ll be able to manipulate the delicate tools – well, that’s a bridge to cross when the lock itself stops swaying in front of his eyes.

The blow from behind hits him out of nowhere.

Dean falls forward with a grunt, his ears ringing.

“The vigilante himself,” an unfamiliar voice sneers. “What an honor.”

The next hit cracks the side of Dean’s reinforced cowl, and his ears ring with the force of it. He scrabbles back to his feet, widening his stance on an instinct honed from years of practice. He’s still as wobbly as a newborn kitten, but at least he doesn’t look it.

The man wears a uniform of the warehouse staff, but there’s nothing minimum wage security guard about the way he fights hand-to-hand.

A flurry of blows rain down on Dean, his head, his neck, his chest. The body armor in his suit can only absorb so much of the impact, and Dean’s losing ground, quickly, backed up against a concrete wall.

He has one taser left, though. At his next opening, he dodges a right hook and jams the metal disk against the goon’s neck. 

He spasms with a crackle of electricity, and falls to the floor to reveal –

“Fuck,” Dean swears loudly, swinging his fists up to protect his face, not that they’ll do much against superstrength. 

But it takes his sluggish brain a soupy moment to realize the Angel's hands aren't raised in fists gunning for his face.

The Angel’s palms reach up to cup his cheeks, and Dean winces, squeezing his eyes shut against the harsh light that always pours out of the Angel’s eye sockets, obscuring his entire face.

“You’re injured,” the Angel murmurs in his otherworldly voice that makes Dean’s chest vibrate with an uncomfortable resonance.

“Nothin’ slips by you, does it?” Dean forces out because, even when he has nothing left, he still has his pride.

The Angel pulls back Dean's cowl, and Dean tries to push the Angel off him, but he might as well be trying to wrestle with a concrete wall. The Angel intones, “This might feel strange.”

“No…” Dean protests, and, god, if these are his last words, they sound pathetic.

“Shh, Dean,” the Angel says, and he doesn’t sound at all surprised by the sight of Dean’s face. Two fingers press against his bare forehead, and Dean jerks away instinctively, but can’t move a hair in the Angel’s firm grip.

A cool, almost rain-like sensation trickles out from the point of contact.

Dean opens his eyes.

Is the light pouring out from the Angel dimming?

Dean’s definitely seeing more clearly now, and the pounding in his head has disappeared. With mounting confusion, he watches as the Angel’s high beam eyes flicker like a bad television signal.

His face – Dean only sees a flash or two, but he would swear – 

The Angel stumbles back a step, and Dean straightens, inhaling a painless lungful of air. “What the hell just happened?” he demands.

The Angel shakes his head, and his wings flicker next. They pop back into existence in the space of a blink. Like a lamp on it’s last legs, the beams of light emitting from his eyes give a few weak flares before dying out completely.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean breathes.

Cas sags against the opposite wall, his wings disappearing for good with a silent breath of air. Whatever he'd done to Dean had drained him.

“You –”

Cas stares up at him. “Me,” he agrees quietly.

“What the hell are you playing at?” Dean demands. “You’re – you’re –” He can’t say it.

Cas pushes himself to his feet, his face pallid and eyes weary. “I’m an angel of the lord.”

Dean can’t help his loud snort. “You’re still sticking with that?”

“It’s the truth.”

Dean lays a hand on his utility belt, eyeing Cas warily. He might look as threatening as a belly-up hedgehog, but experience has taught Dean that some opponents are never more dangerous than when they’re cornered.

“If you’re a real angel,” Dean says stiffly, “why are you here? Why now?”

“I was sent here to start the apocalypse,” Cas says.

Dean narrows his eyes. “You’re joking.”

“I don’t joke.”

Dean steps closer, scanning Cas for any sign of an impending fight. “You wanna give me a reason not to end you right here and now?” 

But Cas stays right where he is. “Those were my orders. But when I arrived on Earth, I had my doubts.”

“It was you – the blind fishermen,” Dean says coldly, “that incident on Halloween.”

Cas nods miserably. “Mistakes, all of them.”

“I couldn’t figure out what was up with you,” Dean admits. “You went from nabbing Patty Hearst in December to landing broken planes in the river in January.”

Cas tilts his head. “Because of you.”

Dean can’t have heard that right. But as Dean lets the silence drag on, Cas doesn’t take it back or explain. Dean crosses his arms over his chest. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You showed me humanity is worth saving,” Cas says, his voice almost painfully sincere. “So I disobeyed my orders. I turned my back on Heaven. I followed in your footsteps.” He meets Dean’s stunned gaze squarely. “I did it all for you.”

“I – what?”

“You care so much for this city, for your people,” Cas continues, and Dean, torn between telling him to keep going or shut the hell up, stays silent. Cas goes on, “You regularly put yourself in harm’s way to protect them, usually from themselves. You donate enormous sums of money and manipulate an extremely complicated political machine to make sure they have safe water to drink and places to rest.”

Dean rubs the back of his neck, muttering, “Somebody’s gotta.” He jerks his head up. “Hold on, you knew it was me? The whole time?”

“Why do you think I was so hellbent on talking to you?” Cas asks dryly, the faintest of blushes dusting his cheeks.

“And I always thought it was because of my perky nipples,” Dean says distractedly. All those times Cas hollered questions about the latest government developments; where his next grant was going; who he was backing in the mayoral race. That was the Angel.

“I’m, uh, sure they’re very perky,” Cas says awkwardly.

Dean narrows his eyes. “How’d you find out?”

Cas cocks his head, his blue eyes intense as they study Dean’s face. “Your soul. It’s unlike any other I’ve encountered in the way it shines.”

Dean swallows, embarrassed of all things. “You can see souls?”

Cas nods. “Yours as well as the five people behind these storage locker doors.”

Dean freezes. “What the fuck?” He stares, horrified at the closest one, his hand already pulling out his set of lockpicks. “You’re serious?” At Cas’s confused nod, Dean swears colorfully. “And you kept talkin’ like we’re on a Sunday drive?”

As Dean ducks down to get to work on the first lock, Cas says matter-of-factly, “None of Crowley’s victims are near death. They’ve all been fed and watered recently, and eleven more minutes won’t have a great effect on their physical or mental health.”

“Alright, Patrick Bateman,” Dean says, but the accusation lacks any heat, “Superhero Rule Number One: you always get the damsels out of distress first.”

“I understand.”

Dean glances up at him as the lock clicks open. “After this, you and me, we’re gonna have a long talk.” He huffs a laugh as he pulls his cowl back up. “You want to know what I think about this city? I’ll give you enough quotes to fill a bible.”

“I might hold you to that,” Cas murmurs as Dean heaves the metal door open.

Read the sequel here!

[fandom-imagination-ss]

25 days of Christmas imagine Day 2

Imagine: Sitting in a hotel with Dean on Christmas Eve while Sam is away as you both finally confess your true feelings.

ugh! Hearing that Sam was goign back into town too investagate you and Dean begged too Join him but he didn't want you both- then Dean realized he's Investating was code for he met a girl in the bar earlier and wnated some "Alone time"

unfournately that meant you were stuck with Dean alone. which drove you crazy.

it was no secret you weren't his favorite person and you likewise you always dissagree and bicker. you  were brought into the hunter life after discoverign your boyfrined was a vampire and was planning on turning you. but he ended up killing Everyone you knew. then you started hunted and ran into the brothers six months ago. and since then you traveled with them.

sitting on the bed. you braided your hair up into a french braid. All day you thought a bout what you would of been doing if your family wasn't killed by your crazed boyfriend. How you would be driving up too the farm. the snow would already be deep at home but it woudl still be fresh looking. you owuld be wearing A Ugly Christmas Sweater with your favorite black skirt with your stokcings your hair would be up and perfect. and you would come home too have your family outside already ready too help you bring your luggage and all the gifts you bought. you would of gone Far too far getting everyones gifts And you would Show your Mom your newest attempt of making a Apple Pie.

you made the perfect Filling! but the Curst.. you werne't good at crust. you and your mom always ttelling you too just buy the pre made crust but that was cheating. that was cheap. you couldn't justify using pre made Crust for Christmas it was wrong. so each time you went home you attempt again.. and this time.. you were 99% it was Okay. tasting."

Dean was walking passed you getting a beer as you were zoned out. he wasn't thrilled about being stuck with you alone. you infruitated him. with being right all the time. and the gentle heart that he knew was about too be corruptted with being a hunter. he didn't want this life for you. He wanted yuo too have everything he knew he could Never have. the white picked fence, the devoted Husband who thought you were the goddess you were. and the three brats he always wanted. ean wished for a nroaml life. and once meeting you and seeing the bitterness growing in that heart you wished you would see the light and stop.. Stop going after the demons and monster and started a life.. he knew you secretled wanted. seeing you tonight wearing your long onsie. with your hair up. the pj's were christmas themed as you were watching Santa claus the Tim Allen movie as you spoke, "that.. Evil santa guy isn't evil right?"

"who?" Dean asked sitting down on the other bed as you turned too him "Krumpus?"

he nodded his head, "oh yea."

"oh that is distrubing- that is- it's the holidays.. that's just wrong."  Dean couldn't help but chuckle at that as you spoke, 'what was christmas like for you?"

"your looking at it- me and Sammy would be in shitty hotels and Dad would.. more then likely forget about christmas i would go out and try too make it as festive as possible for Sammy."

you shook your head shifting up too the lean against the headboard of the bed as you spoke, "your dad- God.. I would Hit him if he wasn't you know-" he looked at you stunned as you spoke, 'too do that two little kids. God.. I know he's your dad. but Iw ould Kick him."

Dean chuckled softly, "it wasn't that bad.."

"No- your wrong."

"what about yours?"

"we all go too the farm.. the neices and newphew woudld have a contest who could make the biggest snow man, the fire would always be going. baked goods..Everywhere! Mom would be triyng too get us all out of the kitchenf rom helping her.. I would be incharge of helping out with everything and we would make a plan for dishes. while Dad would be begging one of us too put on rudoph the red nose raindeer on the tv-.. it was perfect.." you shook your head having too stop yourself from crying. Dean got up shifting sitting down as he grabbed your leg softly. "Hey it's alright cry if you want too." you chuckled reaching down grabbing his hand, 'I dont want too cry- i wont stop i just-.. it's hard it's the first chirstmas since." he nodded his head, "I know- me And Sammy wer egoing too surprise you with getitng you a tree and trying too make this place less- depression." you alughed at that as you reached up hugging Dean. he was stunned but hugged you back.

you didn't willingly give him uch physical contact mainly because he was a jerk and he drove you crazy btu the mere thought of him attempting too make you happy was the greatest gift you could recieve this christmas. Dean rubbed your back softly as you spoke, "And i jsut got you your favorite beer for christmas." he chuckled as you laughed into his shuolder as he spoke, 'that's perfect.. Y/N.. you okay?"

"yea-" pulling away he looked at you and he didn't realize what he was doing until he felt his lips pressed against your lips. you froze feeling his lips against yours as he pulled back as he spoke, "Shit - y/n i'm sorry I-" you reached up grabbing his shirt pulling him back too you as you kissed him. you melted against him as he held you tightly.

hearing the door being banged you both parted as Dean spoke loudly in a deep voice , "yea!?"

"It's Sam let me in."

"No.." Dean said as he went back too kissing you as you smiled into the kiss as Sam screamed, "she had a husband he' got a tire jack! Come on MAN! Y/N! help!"

you both sighed as Dean said Okay as he looked at you. "I love you kid."

you were stunned as you spoke, "I think i love you too." he smiled as he opened the door and Sam ran in. as you spoke, "what did you do now Sam?"

"it wasn't my fault!"

you laughed softly as the conversation ended.

being three adults. and two bed. At the beginings the brothers would share a bed and you got the bed too yourself. but then they would be bickering far too mmuch so you decided a routation So everyone got a chance too ahve the bed too themselves. you were suppose too be sleeping in the bed with Sam tongiht. you didn't mind. both of them were very respectful and you had a pillow seperating you both. but when it was time For Bed Dean told Sam too take the bed for himself since he smelt of depseation and loneiness and he iddn't want that rubbing off on you. Sam didn't complain as he fell asleep easily as you curled up into the bed. as Dean laid next too you . looking at his face trying too memorize his curves of his face as you reached up touching his cheek softly. you knew for a while your Frustation with him was because you liked him. and it annoyed the Crap outta you that he was the guy you fell for. Sam was more the sort of guy you would date. but Deann. Dean was different and it drove you crazy.

"Hey-"

"hey." you simply replied as he spok, "merry christmas Y/N"

"Merry Christmas Dean"

[spnexploration]

Season 7 Thoughts

Recently finished season 7 of Supernatural for the first, here are some thoughts:

Have we forgotten about any type of case that doesn't involve dressing up as the FBI? At this point they may as well go and actually join it, or throw out all of their clothes that aren't suits (side note, they do look good in suits).

If they've been America's Most Wanted so often, thanks to shifters and now Leviathans, why is it so easy for them to walk into every local Sheriff station and pretend to be the FBI? I really wish there was a better resolution to every time this happens than just "they fake died". Like if someone in the real FBI picked up that they were in two places at once so the bad ones were 'using masks' or something to pretend to be the Winchesters.

The Girl Next Door: I get the whole "she killed people, she's a monster" argument for Dean killing Amy, and why he didn't kill her kid (which was good, having a moral code is important). But without Mortician Mum Amy, how is the kid meant to get pituitary juice? Isn't Dean just pushing him to go start killing people?

The Slice Girls: if we're meant to feel like it was an impossible choice for Sam to shoot Emma, or like maybe she really wasn't going to kill Dean, why was she monster-eyes-ing Sam every time she looked at him? And why would she do that anyway, when her strategy was to pretend she wasn't a monster and needed saving? Surely you'd try to rope Uncle Sam in the same way you did Daddy Dean. That said, Emma could've been a really cool character, disappointed they threw that opportunity away by just killing her.

Party on Garth: I like Garth, although I can't help but feel that the show is just picking on people for their body type now...

More female hunter canon fodder - Annie didn't even live past the opening credits. Are we allergic to women on this show?

I know they're going for season arcs here, but sometimes it feels a little too easy that they always kill the big bad by the end of the season. Leviathans appeared and were solved in the space of one season. Whereas Yellow Eyes was a multi-season problem, still with an exciting cliffhanger ending off each season. These short sharp villains (Eve was the same) feel rushed.

Bobby as a ghost was a nice touch, watching him go Vengeful and his strong love for the boys. I loved the bit where Sam convinced him not to take the maid in to the building where the leviathans were because she'd be killed, although it does bring into stark relief how many demon and angel vessels they've happily killed...

I have to agree with what I'd heard, that it all goes downhill from season 5...