#Ghost Jess WILL get to go to heaven I promise

[lucasbarr]

Ok so I was thing about Sam and his blurry wife and I kinda got excited about Dean Jr? Im shocked myself…here are just some ramble-y thoughts about it!

Feat: History repeating itself, a bit of OOCness thanks to the after affect of Chuck’s control, and grizzled hunter Eileen!

I am dubbing this the Blurryverse!

The Story

At the end of the story, Sam closes up the bunker and tries to put hunting behind him. He settles down with Blurry WifeTM and lives in the suburbs (probably in like Palo Alto or Pleasanton? OH if he lives in Palo Alto he could be haunted by THEE ghost of one Jessica Lee Moore!)

Sam, Blurry WifeTM, and fam are not officially haunted by the ghost of Jessica Moore… Just because I’m a horrible person and I think it’s funny, Blurry WifeTM is killed by a demon when Dean Jr is four, his little sister Jody Charlie is two, and his youngest sister Mary Jessica is six months.

Sam makes an Azazel-type deal to resurrect Dean and Blurry WifeTM pays the price.

Dean Sr obviously thinks that Sam has lost his mind to make a demon deal to resurrect him. Especially if the price was a demon feeding his child demon blood. The fact that his wife died in the process makes Dean think Sam has gone off the deep end. Sam obviously doesn’t think so and is happy to have his brother back nonetheless.

Dean begins to worry that Sam is going to raise his children like their father, this is the last thing Dean wants for those kids. They’re so young and Dean is worried they’ll end up like him. He feels pity for his brother, now a widow, having to raise 4-year-old Dean, two-year-old Jody Charlie, and six-month-old Mary.

Though this pity fades the more Dean learns how his resurrection came to be.

While Sam was mooing about and living suburbia, he and Ash manage to crack the code for people to escape Heaven. Sam was making demon deals while Dean and Ash were helping people take the express path down to Earth. Dean helps Ash, knowing how to get down there, when suddenly he’s waking up in his own body somewhere in…the suburbs of California?

Things are a bit weird between Sam and Dean with Sam being a bit dogey about the details of his resurrection. He also doesn’t seem the least bit interested to hear about all the people that were resurrected — including Jo, Charlie, and Kevin! He is a bit disturbed and saddened to learn about Jess though. Especially when he learns that Sam hasn’t put her out of her misery yet…that he’s just been holding onto her ghost.

When Dean finds out that Sam allowed a demon to infect his six-month-old daughter Mary Jr, he leaves (with the keys to the Bunker). He’s disgusted with how far his little brother has fallen. He goes to find those friends of theirs that were resurrected and runs into Eileen, the Banes Twins (of whom, Alicia has been restored to a human by Jack) and Krissy and her friends).

Ellen reopens the roadhouse with the help of Bobby, Rufus, and Eileen. It’s a hit with hunters, as is the Bunker. With Bobby’s house in ruins, he takes up residence at the Bunker. Rufus, Charlie, Dean, Eileen, and a bunch of other hunters rotate through its numerous rooms. While there, the gang help Dean to rescue Cas and a few other angels from the Empty.

So yeah, history repeats itself with Sam raising his children the way he was raised.

Instead of staying in motels all the time, however, Sam’s kids spend a lot of time at their Uncle Dean and Castiel’s place, like how Sam and Dean spent time at Bobby’s. They also end up staying at Jody’s, Bobby’s, or Claire and Kaia’s places as well. Basically anyone who knows Sam will take these kids in while he goes on his never ending hunt for the thing that killed his wife.

Though it’s less about his wife and more about running from his responsibilities…

Sam’s kids have a much healthier relationship with their family and hunting than Sam and Dean did. They know they have a living family and they will never have to know the hardships (well some of them) that Sam and Dean did growing up. They have a semi-stable education (sans the moving), presents on birthdays, and all of them will end up graduating.

The only thing that’s different is that Sam gets back together with Eileen when DJ is 8, JC is 6, and MJ is 4. She didn’t marry anyone and eventually bought the reinvented Roadhouse from Ellen when she decided to retire. She is popular with the other hunters and is quite a fan of Ellen’s.

Eileen becomes a mother-figure to Sam’s kids. DJ is in-different to her at first, not really wanting a mother. Jody and Mary are much more receptive to her and she loved doting on them. They learn ASL from here and learn how to have some more stability in their lives. Sam eventually enters a relationship with Eileen again and they settle down.

Things are good until Sam and Eileen go missing when DJ is in his last year of college.

Dean Jr has left hunting in the rear view, just like his father before him. He’s cut all contact with his father, his uncles, and his step-mother. He barely talks to his you younger sisters and that’s only because he still loves them — despite the fact they’re both hunters. Everything seems to be going fine until Jody Jr shows up and delivers Dean’s namesake’s famous line.

History doesn’t repeat itself but it surely does rhyme…

Though unlike Sam, DJ’s hunt is truly one and done. He goes on the hunt and catches the bad guy but unlike his namesake, he puts himself first. He gets back to school, makes his own graduate school interview and graduates, leaving hunting in the rear view.

He leaves it up to Jody Jr and Mary Jr to find their parents and discover what’s truly going on.

Dean John “DJ” Winchester

I do like the name Dean John Winchester so that’s what I’m dubbing him. Except he hates his name! Dean Jr insists on going by DJ and only DJ. Because of Sam’s whole complex with Dean at the end of the story I’m thinking in this post-canon universe he projects hard into DJ, trying to rekindle what he had with his older brother. Despite this, he adores his Uncle Dean.

Dean Sr is the only that DJ let’s call him by his first name.

In this regard, I think Dean Jr is a lot like his father was as at his age, rebellious and snarky. Though his younger sisters would describe him more along the lines of being arrogant and stubborn. He is often the exasperated voice of reason when it comes to his relationship with his father and siblings.

DJ argues with his father constantly whenever they are together. His father became fixated on vengeance after his Uncle’s death but still held out hope he could get him back. When he did, things got better but Sam was never quite right. He always kept looking for the next monster to burry his troubles in. DJ just wanted a happy family, like he had in his childhood.

His problems with authority aren’t limited to his father. DJ is extremely smart and very knowledgeable about technology. Because this his intellect, DJ wants to go into cyber security. Although, he has a habit hacking websites to take down corrupt individuals and organizations for fun. That being said, DJ can be quite kind and empathetic, when it comes to anyone other than his father.

He values his family's safety over anything else. DJ and Jody Jr bond over their love of gaming and tv shows. DJ also has a taste for electro-pop and left politics. He and Eileen share a love of languages and knife collecting.

DJ is also agnostic despite his ‘older brother’ being God. He is skeptical with regard to the ‘good aspects of religion’, knowing how that worked out for his family. Unlike his namesake, DJ is not good with kids. While he knows how to handle his siblings, he doesn’t much care for other people’s kids. He is also quite intelligent and of Sam’s kids, prefers to research over actively hunting. He also dabbles in witchcraft and has learned a lot from his Aunt Rowena.

Jody Charlie “JC” Winchester

Jody is unapologetically and authentically herself. An out and proud lesbian, Jody is very outspoken about LGBTQ+ rights. She also quite brave and a self-confident young woman. She’s a practicing witch and the protégée of her Aunt Rowena.

Jody Jr is openly flirtatious yet she very often avoids emotional intimacy. In her relationships, JC seeks to conceal much about herself. She puts up a laid-back and well-disposed persona, playing off her want for affection and validation. She often covers for this with crude humor, pop culture references, and her use of Internet slang. She developed a light-hearted demeanor that belied how ruthless she could be.

Jody often feigns a warm and sweet disposition towards others in order to manipulate them and gain their trust. Growing up, many prior thought she was somewhat timid and could be easily intimidated. She used this image to her advantage to get what she wants. She takes great pride in her deceit and devious nature.

JC has witty, sarcastic sense of humor that she used to tease and banter with others. She tries to act nonchalant even under tense conditions, such as the threat of death. Despite this, she had a tendency to make light of tense situations.

She has a fondness for classic horror films and westerns. JC also enjoys uncomplicated things in life, such as good food and television. She also often relies on magic for basically everything, often to her detriment. Despite putting on a tough exterior, Jody Jr is barely keeping it together on a good day.

Mary Jessica “MJ” Winchester

Mary Jr, or MJ, is the baby of the group and the most unpredictable. Born a psychic, Mary possessed many of her father’s powers and mental fortitude. However, unlike her siblings, MJ is cheerful and energetic. She likes to look on the bright side and is a happy-go-lucky girl.

She strives to make friends with her fellow hunters and everyone she meets. MJ is kind-hearted girl who always supports her siblings endeavors. bonds. She is very carefree and tends to slack off on hunts.

MJ has a very strong sense of perseverance and is very determined. Though this leads to her being quite reckless and she is often getting herself into messes that her siblings have to fix. Despite this her positive, can-do attitude tends to rub off on those around her.

Due to her usual positive nature, however, she tends to hide her more sensitive side, and tries hard to not cry when she is frustrated, as she feels it would drag down others' morale if they were to see her sad. MJ is also an avid fan of podcasts, particularly those on cold cases and unsolved murders. She and her dad been me over their love of these.

[melanielocke]

Lost in the Shadows - Chapter one

Lucie, Cordelia, Thomas and Alastair are spending the summer in a small town at the edge of a forest. Lucie hopes she can finally tell Cordelia how she really feels, while Thomas hopes to get to know Alastair a bit better. Alastair and Cordelia are glad to get some time away from their family and their parents separating. But something is not right in the forest. People are disappearing, and a creature warns Thomas that he is in danger, that a debt to a powerful being has not yet been repaid and they will need to combine all their abilities to stop what’s coming, and save Thomas.

CW: past toxic relationship, past abuse, mentions of alcoholism, PTSD It won't be super gory, but can be creepy

Tag list: @foxglove-airmid @alastair-esfandiyar-carstairs1 @nott-the-best

Tagging @julywood because Thomas is one of the main characters

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32505550/chapters/80620474

‘Are you finished packing, Lulu?’

Lucie heard her father’s voice from behind the door of her bedroom, but she didn’t respond immediately. She was working on her story, and needed to finish this chapter so she could email it to Cordelia. She needed to concentrate, and that required blocking out all sounds coming from the outside world. The chapter had taken a bit longer than anticipated and the ghost of one of Cordelia’s dead boyfriends had somehow made its way into the chapter. Fictional Cordelia had had many boyfriends and all had died tragic deaths to make way for the next. She currently didn’t have a boyfriend and Lucie wasn’t planning another one yet. The real Cordelia had only dated her brother James for a while a year ago. Lucie didn’t think she wanted real Cordelia to have a boyfriend either.

The door opened and her father peeked inside. ‘You haven’t started packing at all, have you?’

‘I need to finish my chapter for Cordelia,’ Lucie insisted. ‘She will be stuck in a very long car ride with only Alastair for company and she needs something to occupy herself with.’

Lucie would be staying the summer with her parents in her grandmother’s manor, whereas her grandmother would be traveling to southern Italy with a couple of friends. While Lucie was usually excited about spending her summer there, she had feared it would be lonely considering her brother James wouldn’t be coming this year. He’d graduated school and he and his best friend Matthew were going to travel across the continent by themselves. She’d feared she’d be alone all summer, but then Thomas, her closest friend besides Cordelia, had convinced his parents to travel to the same town this summer, renting a cottage nearby her grandmother’s house.

‘Alright, I’ll pack for you,’ her father said. ‘But if you find your swimsuit or your sparrow plush toy is missing, then I will not be held responsible.’

‘Jack is coming,’ Lucie insisted, referring to her sparrow plush toy she’d once named after Jack Sparrow, and she put her laptop away to put her plush toy in her bag.

After a short moment of contemplation she put her new pink bikini and an older black and red striped one piece in there too. There was a lake close to grandmother’s manor and Lucie expected she’d go swimming regularly. She returned to her laptop, and tried to think of a good ending for the chapter. She didn’t like to end everything in a cliffhanger, but the story needed to remain intriguing.

‘No clothes? Underwear?’ her father asked.

Lucie considered just bringing everything suitable for the summer but realized they didn’t have that much space in the car. So instead she opened her closet, picked out some tops, skirts, dresses and jumpsuits and put them into her bag. She would probably regret leaving something behind later on but there was no time. Just to be sure, she went over the closet again and added a couple more dresses. She couldn’t leave her new yellow wrap dress behind, she’d sent Cordelia a picture of her wearing it a couple of weeks ago after she’d bought it and Cordelia had commented that she looked gorgeous. Lucie suspected it was just Cordelia being nice but the comment had still made her heart run wild.

She added enough underwear to last her several weeks and then went back to adding clothes at random until the bags were full.

‘Done,’ she announced, and she went back to her laptop, finishing her chapter.

Adding in a ghost was a difficult choice, but Lucie had decided fictional ghosts behaved similarly to real ghosts. Lucie had never seen a ghost of a dead boyfriend though. She hadn’t seen Jesse Blackthorn even once since he’d died four years ago.

When the chapter was finished, she emailed it to Cordelia, hoping she would receive it before she and her brother left home. Cordelia had almost not been allowed to come stay with her family this summer, her father tended to be strict and wanted to keep Cordelia at home. There had been some trouble lately at the Carstairs home though, and Cordelia’s mother had decided it would be good for her to go spend time with Lucie. Cordelia’s brother Alastair had decided to come with her, although Lucie wasn’t sure why. Either way, Lucie had decided she and Cordelia were going to have the greatest summer ever.

 ***

Thomas hadn’t been this excited about going on a vacation with his parents in a while. The small town where they’d be staying sounded boring, and certainly wasn’t the location most boys his age wanted to spend the summer, but then Thomas wasn’t interested in drinking and partying all night and would much rather explore forests and go swimming in lakes with Lucie Herondale. That wasn’t the main reason he was excited though. A week ago, Lucie had confirmed her close friend Cordelia Carstairs would be staying the summer with her, and a couple of days later Lucie had informed him Cordelia’s brother Alastair would be coming as well.

Thomas had gone to school with Alastair for a year, Alastair a year ahead of him, and at the time Alastair had been rather awful, especially to Thomas’ friends James and Matthew. To be fair, Alastair’s jokes about Matthew behaving like his mother were funny. Matthew did behave like his mother, always coming to collect him when he’d spent too much time around Alastair. Why he’d fallen in love with Alastair anyway, he wasn’t sure. He’d been intrigued by the mystery, he guessed, Alastair’s sad eyes and vicious tongue.

But after that year, Alastair had changed schools, and had gone to school with Lucie and Cordelia instead and he’d heard much from Lucie about him. Alastair had defended Lucie from bullies had kept to himself and created this image of someone who was untouchable, no longer a bully, but he would destroy you if you even considered hurting his sister or her friend Lucie. Thomas was once more intrigued. While James and Matthew were still angry, Thomas had decided he must have changed and he was thankful Alastair had protected Lucie, heaven knew that girl knew how to get herself into trouble.

Thomas checked his phone for the millionth time. He was done packing, but his parents were not. Lucie hadn’t send any new texts and Thomas suspected she needed to pack or finish the latest chapter of her novel before her parents left. She’d listed some ideas that might help him spend more time alone with Alastair, although Thomas was not yet sure if he wanted that. He wasn’t out to anyone but Lucie yet, and although he intended to tell his parents, he wasn’t yet sure how. He wasn’t yet sure he was ready for a relationship, and although he liked Alastair, he was also a bit intimidated by him.

Barbara had sent a message, and Thomas opened it. It was a picture of her and Oliver in front of the Eiffel Tower. Barbara and her boyfriend Oliver had gone to Paris to celebrate their two year anniversary and to celebrate Barbara graduating as a nurse.

Thomas texted a response and put his phone in his bag and walked outside, checking to see if his parents needed any help. A couple of gnomes were running around the garden. Thomas didn’t mind them, they took good care of the garden, and were far from dangerous, but they could get up to mischief. He’d learned that whenever cookies, forks or socks went missing, it was usually the garden gnomes. They lived in forests sometimes, but also liked to build their homes in human gardens. Of course, most humans had no idea they were there, but Thomas could see all sorts of strange creatures. Most were harmless, so Thomas never minded much. He didn’t seek out the supernatural, but he didn’t mind its presence.

Both his mother and Barbara had the same gift, and although Eugenia didn’t she had learnt to see the gnomes. Thomas had found out everyone could learn to see the supernatural if they knew what to look for and knew it was out there. Most people didn’t believe so they didn’t see, but Eugenia had grown up with a mother and siblings who saw everything whether they wanted to or not. She had always known what was out there.

Eugenia and her friend Kamala would be spending the summer in India this year, they’d saved up for months for their big trip. Thomas suspected they might be more than just friends but so far Eugenia had not confirmed this.

‘We’re almost done,’ his mother promised, handing him a plate of cookies. ‘Give some to the gnomes, will you? To show them our thanks for taking care of the garden.’

Thomas went into the backyard where even more gnomes had gathered. It was difficult to imagine most people could look at this scene and see nothing out of the ordinary, when several gnomes were running around, holding something shiny in their hands.

‘The car keys,’ Thomas groaned out loud and he put the plate of cookies on the ground.

‘You can have these, but please give me the keys back,’ he said.

The gnomes said something, but Thomas didn’t understand their language, and then attacked the plate of cookies, dropping the car keys in the process. Thomas picked them up before the gnomes realized anything, and picked up the plate as soon as it was empty. Gnomes could be monsters when it came to cookies and they didn’t have table manners, they just attacked any food they saw. Thomas couldn’t blame them.

Thomas quickly washed the plate and put it back with the others before joining his parents again, who were finally finished with everything.

‘Feeding the gnomes again, Sophie?’ his father asked. ‘Are you sure that many cookies are healthy for them?’

His mother shrugged. ‘They’re gnomes, Gideon. Who knows what’s healthy for them?’

His father couldn’t argue with that logic. Thomas wondered if there would be gnomes too at the cottage where they would be staying, or if other creatures would show themselves. Thomas had learned that if there was a myth or any kind of story depicting it, it probably existed somewhere, but most such beings were very rare and so far Thomas had mostly encountered gnomes.

Checking the car one last time to see if they had everything, Thomas got into the passenger seat next to his mother who would be driving, his father behind. Thomas had gotten too tall to fit in the backseat of this car and sitting there for a long drive would be unnecessarily painful. Besides, Thomas was better at reading maps than his father, and if they got lost they would depend on him to find the way.

As they drove, Thomas couldn’t help but think of Alastair Carstairs. Why had he decided to join the Herondales? Thomas didn’t think he was particularly close to Lucie, although he knew Will Herondale had a weak spot for anything that carried the name Carstairs. He wasn’t surprised the Herondales had invited him along. Could he be thinking of Thomas? And would Lucie’s plans to get them to spend time together help, or only make everything worse?

 ***

‘I cannot get this bag to close,’ Cordelia complained.

‘Perhaps that’s because there’s a limit to how much fits in there,’ Alastair said without looking up.

He was finished packing, of course. Cordelia, on the other hand, had decided she had not yet enough clothes packed and with some suggestions from her mother and aunt Risa had tried to add more.

‘Don’t you have another bag for me?’ Cordelia asked, annoyed.

She loved Alastair, but sharing a room with him was a bit too much and they’d gotten on each other’s nerves. They were currently staying with their aunt Risa, their mother too, but Risa’s apartment was a bit small for all of them. It was a temporary situation and Cordelia hoped that after the summer she and Alastair didn’t have to share a room anymore. At least in the Herondale manor, there were plenty of rooms and Cordelia intended to get one as far away from her brother as possible. Alastair tended to be neat, and his half of the room was always perfectly in order, whereas Cordelia was a bit messier, and both were irritated with the other.

‘You can check if any of my bags have some space left. Or you can leave the bag opened and put it in the car like this and hope it doesn’t end with clothes littered everywhere.’

Cordelia went to the building’s parking garage and to the car and put the bag there, half open, making sure nothing fell out. No one but the two of them would be fitting in there with how much Alastair had packed. Cordelia couldn’t imagine he’d need all that, but she knew better than to attempt to convince her brother he could leave something behind.

Back inside, she saw Alastair sitting on his bed, vaguely staring into the distance as if he was daydreaming.

‘Alastair, stop doing that,’ Cordelia said.

Calling his name usually brought him out even when his senses were closed off from the world around him. Alastair had an ability that Cordelia best described as him being Harry Potter’s pensieve. He could revisit his own memories, and if they allowed it, other people’s memories as well, as well as bring people with him into memories. Alastair tended to stay out of other people’s memories, but could get lost in his own. Outside their family, no one knew about it and Alastair preferred to keep it that way.  

The Carstairs family had always been aware of the supernatural, of course. Once their father Elias had carried the magic sword cortana and fought evil creatures with it. That had been a long time ago though, and Cordelia owned cortana now, but she had never used it to fight anything beyond straw men in the backyard. She didn’t have any abilities though, not beyond her connection the sword, nothing like Alastair’s odd memory. Neither of them understood why he was that way.

‘Were you revisiting your break up again?’ Cordelia asked then.

She knew he’d been revisiting that memory over and over lately, although she didn’t understand why. It couldn’t possibly make him feel better, could it? Of course, Alastair wasn’t exactly known for making the healthiest choices when it came to coping.

‘Charles has been texting me,’ Alastair said, his face blank. ‘I made sure that when I broke up with him, I was very clear about not wanting him to contact me. I wanted to see if there was anything I said that might have made my meaning unclear, any invitation for him to keep texting me.’

‘I don’t think Charles has ever listened to a thing you said,’ Cordelia said. ‘That’s his problem, not yours. Have you blocked his number yet?’

Alastair didn’t say anything.

‘You can block him,’ Cordelia insisted. ‘And you should. It’s creepy how he keeps texting you.’

As far as Cordelia was concerned, Charles had been creepy long before that, ever since he began a relationship with her brother despite Alastair only being sixteen at the time when Charles was six years older than him. Charles must have known how wrong and creepy that was, even if Alastair hadn’t.

Alastair hadn’t told anyone about his relationship, not ready to come out yet, which must have been convenient to Charles. Cordelia had only found out four months ago when she’d started to worry about Alastair, how he’d seemed more nervous and prickly than usual, how he’d lost weight from not eating. Reluctantly, Alastair had told her about his relationship, and Cordelia had been horrified to learn just how much abuse he’d accepted, believing that was how relationships worked. After a month of Cordelia trying to convince him of how toxic Charles was, Alastair had broken up with him. She’d been very protective of him ever since finding out, and was glad he’d decided to come stay with the Herondales with her this summer. Some time away from everything would be good for him, right?

Then Cordelia had found out Alastair had been keeping even more secrets from her, this one surrounding their father. Cordelia had always loved her father and looked up to him, a former warrior who’d slain the supernatural horror that had taken his brother and sister in law, a former hero who’d fallen ill in later life. A while ago their cousin Jem, who was a psychiatrist, had visited, despite their father trying to keep him away from their family, and he’d noticed Alastair was not doing well after an anger outburst. Cordelia and her mother had always assumed Alastair’s moodiness and anger outbursts were just him being a difficult teenager, although at eighteen he was getting a bit old for that. Jem, familiar with mental disorders, had recognized symptoms of something more.

He had recommended Alastair see a therapist. After some pressure from both her and Jem, Alastair had gone and he’d been diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder. Cordelia had found out father was not sick, but addicted to alcohol instead. Alastair had spent years protecting her from the effects, attempting to take care of father while he was drunk so she have the illusion of a normal childhood. Now that she knew, she guessed she understood a bit better why Alastair had thought what Charles had offered was love.

‘I guess I can block him,’ Alastair said.

‘I’m serious,’ Cordelia insisted. ‘You have to stop revisiting bad memories, you’ll only get hurt again. I don’t like seeing you hurt.’

Alastair took his phone out his pocket, presumably blocked Charles’ number, and put it back.

‘Are you ready to go, Layla?’ he asked.

When Cordelia was young, she’d loved the story of Layla and Majnun her mother used to tell her, and Alastair and her mother had taken to calling her Layla.

‘Ready when you are,’ Cordelia said. ‘Lucie just emailed me the latest chapter of the beautiful Cordelia. I’ll have plenty to do on the way.’

[demonsonthemoon]

Fifteen songs for fifteen seasons - Listen to it on Spotify.

Tracklist and selected lyrics under the cut.

1. Haunting, Haunted, Haunts by Against Me!

Rooms that I once lived in / Rooms that l've since left / There was another life that I might’ve had / I know the feeling well of longing / For something that's lost / I feel you like a phantom limb

(The pain of losing Jess)

2. The Wolf by PHILDEL

And you once said I wish you dead you sinner / I'll never be more than a wolf at your door for dinner / ... / You know, the blood that I'm owed is all yours / The wishes I've made are too vicious to tell, / The devil already he knows me so well

(Sam dealing with John’s threat that he might need to be killed, the parallels between John and Azazel and their relationship to Sam)

3. Home to Me by Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

How dare you love me like you've never known fear / When you've got more troubles than minutes in the year / And a voice like your father's tells you nothing good's for free / Well that may be, but you're walking home to me

(Sam trying to get Dean out of his demon deal)

4. Bird Song by Florence + The Machine

Well I didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by. / Saw what I'd done. He set up a nest outside, / and he sang about what I'd become. / He sang so loud, sang so clear. / I was afraid all the neighbours would hear, / So I invited him in, just to reason with him. / I promised I wouldn't do it again.

(Sam trying to keep the demon blood a secret)

5. Blood Hands by Royal Blood

Never close to heaven / Felt my feet were burning from the same red hot ground / There's blood on my hands

(Sam dealing with his guilt over freeing Lucifer)

6. Hollow by Cloudeater

I won't sink, I won't wallow / In this dream that I have borrowed / So don't lead, I won't follow / There's no sense in waiting for tomorrow / Cause I'm hollow

(Soulless!Sam)

7. The Fox by North Bloom

I thought I was always awake / I thought I wouldn’t make a mistake but / They say I lost hold of the glue / They say that my view is skewed

(Sam doing his best to keep hunting despite his hallucinations)

8. Little Pistol by Mother Mother

And I, well I found what’s best for me / And now I see no tragedy / And I, I found a burning rose / And now I won’t be packing little pistols / No, no, no more

(Sam trying to find his place in the world, going from escaping hunting to being ready to sacrifice his own life to seal the gates of Hell)

9. Red River by AlicebanD

Run red river run home and back again / Run, river, make me shiver / Make me cold and make me stay here / Make me want to catch my breath and fill that breath with water / Cold but warming, feel me squirming / Push me under, cure the hurting / Make it slow but soon an ending comes when I relax

(Sam possessed by Gadreel and fighting for his sense of self)

10. A Sadness Runs Through Him by The Hoosiers

People are puppets held together with string / There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him / As he asked me to pray to the God he doesn't believe in / Time and again boys are raised to be men / Impatient they start, fearful they end / But here was a man mourning tomorrow

(Sam’s desperation to save Dean from the Mark of Cain)

11. Ship in a Bottle by Fin

Everything you have earned is a ship / With blue waves crashing into it / ... / Oh, captain, let's make a deal / Where we both say the things that we both really feel / I feel scared and I'm starting to sink / And I only sink deeper the deeper I think

(Sam finding his brother again only to be thrown in battle with the most dangerous being they’ve met yet)

12. The Darker The Weather // The Better The Man by Missio

But the darker the weather, the better the man / You can take all you want, but not who I am

(Sam and Dean finding the strength to stick by their principles when dealing with the British Men of Letters)

13. Ghosts by Mandopony

Maybe we’re just ghosts / ‘Cause I can’t feel the ground / And all these shapes / They don’t make a sound / I think there is a God / I think he hates his job

(The constant come and go, losing his mother after just getting her back, counting only on himself and the ones closest to him)

14. Masterpiece Theatre III by Marianas Trench

So here's another day, / I'll spend away from you, / Another night I'm on another broken avenue, / Trading in who I've been / For shiny celebrity skin / I like to push it and push it until my luck is over

(Sam losing Dean again and taking on a role as leader)

15. Alligator Teeth by Mother Falcon

How we drink until we’re kind / Searching for a wasted time / To hold us in our sleep / ... / And I see some things and yes, they’re all in my dreams / And no, they never add up and no, they never make sense

(Trying to imagine a life, holding on to that vision that things can get better, and dreaming of death.)

[bluephoenixdruidicprincess]

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Oh my gosh! Thanks so much! I totally wasn’t expecting anyone to actually ask me anything. Lets dig into these, shall we? 

E -- Top 5 Episodes

Oh my gosh, you started off with such a hard one! I am so guilty and such a terrible SPN fan! I haven’t done a proper re-watch in like 2 years! So while I can’t say that these episodes are necessarily my top episodes, they are episodes I remember and reflect fondly of. So with that said, let’s begin the countdown of my “top 5″ episodes of SPN. 

#5 5x08, Changing Channels -- It’s a fun episode and an episode I never mind re-visiting

#4 7x16, Out With The Old -- It’s a quirky episode and I like it. I like how we kind of got a different dynamic towards Leviathans with George The Leviathan. I wonder what ever happened to him? Did he get sucked into Purgatory with Dick Roman? It would’ve been nice if we could’ve revisited George in season 15. 

#3 7x20, The Girl With The Dungeons & Dragons Tattoos -- Uh hello, Charlie, duh! Such a good introduction to her. But unfortunately, the writers did not do her justice after she went to Oz and since then, I never really felt like the Charlie in this episode was ever really present again. 

#2 7x21, Reading is Fundamental -- Uh, Megstiel feels! Introduction to Kevin! And I LOVE Kevin. He is so adorable and he deserved so much better than to be Metatron’s collateral damage, he deserved so much better than to be a wandering ghost, then get sent to hell after he Chuck told him he was going to heaven and then escaped from hell and become a wandering ghost AGAIN!!! This boy is only like 17-18 years old canonically. Seriously, what is up with these writers? How dare they do my boy Kevin like that! I only hope when Jack became God, he actually sent Kevin to heaven, poor boy deserves it. 

Wow, so a lot of season 7 episodes made it onto this list. I guess I should come out of the closet as it were. I’m one of the few who doesn’t hate season 7. i actually quite enjoy it. Even if I am salty about the whole thing with Cas and Sera killing him off, the season just has a different, unique feel to it that’s different from all of the other seasons. And I like it. Plus, it introduced a lot of cool new characters. 

So before I give you my number 1, all time top favorite episode of SPN, I’m going to cheat and name off some honorable mentions. 

8x08 -- Hunter Heroici, 9x06 -- Heaven Can’t Wait, 10x05 -- Fan Fiction, 10x07 -- Girls, Girls, Girls (hanstiel is so cute in this episode), 10x20 -- Angel Heart, 6x15 -- The French Mistake, 15x08 -- Our Father Who Aren’t In Heaven (because Midam!), 1x06 -- Bloody Mary. And I’ll end it here otherwise this could go on for a really long time as I peruse the SPN episode list and am reminded of all the episodes I like. 

Here is my top #1 episode!

#1 4x20, The Rapture -- Oh my gosh! I love this episode so much! To this day, Jimmy Novak’s speech to Cas ranting at him for breaking his promise gives me chills! I love Jimmy Novak and this was the episode in which I really was very interested in the dynamics between angels and their vessels and I so desperately wanted to see more of that with Cas and Jimmy. But since we didn’t get it, I’m happy that we at least got Michael and Adam.The Destihellers like to talk about how Dean is what made Cas fall in love with humanity. I disagree on that, first of all,, it’s always been portrayed that Cas has a soft spot for humanity but even if we were to ignore that, I’m personally of the belief that Jimmy played a huge part in endearing humanity to Cas. And obviously, when Cas came back from Bible School in this episode, he had lost all of that through all of heaven’s brainwashing but I also like to think that Jimmy’s sacrifice to Claire started replanting the seeds in Cas about how endearing he finds humanity. So yeah, we can argue all we want about which Winchester was responsible for making Cas fall in love with humanity, but to me, it started first with Jimmy Novak and he was able to break through the brainwashing because of Jimmy Novak and that’s how I choose to see it. 

F -- One Thing You’d Make Canon If You Could

Uh, too easy, Cas confessing to Sam and not Dean. And we get a canonical Sastiel happily ever after! We all know I’m basically Sastiel trash right now!

Or if not Sastiel as an endgame for Sam, SamxJess. I always liked Jess with as little as we got to see with her. 

But also to think outside of the box here, in the essence of making head canons come true, I heard this head canon once that Meg actually used to be Megara from the tale of Hercules. And she made a deal with a crossroads demon to save Hercules and honestly this head canon is kind of dope and I would have loved to have seen it go canon. Meg is already a pretty interesting character but a having a back story like that, uh, it would’ve been awesome. 

J -- Favorite Monster of the Week

I think I’m going to go with Bloody Mary on this. I don’t know, I’ve always liked the ghosts and the Bloody Mary episode has always just kind of stuck with me. It It honestly is a really kind of terrifying episode. And whenever I watch it, like I have to go to bed directly afterwards, no going to the bathroom, no fixing dinner, nothing like that because I’m too scared of accidentally seeing my reflection. So good on my girl Mary for being super terrifying!

Well, I hope you enjoyed these! I certainly enjoyed answering them! And hopefully, my answers were to your liking!

[nabrizoya]

Instead of the odd grocery list you sent me, have this. @jb-lh 🙄 Thanks for the prompt by the way! I really hope you enjoy this! <3

Prompt: “Have you ever kissed anyone?”

Ship: Jesse x Lucie (Blackdale)

Statues and Ghouls and Eerie Romances.

“You’re mad,” Jesse hissed. “You’re mad to come in he-”

“I’m not mad,” she breathed, joy at the sight of finding him in the manor threatening to tear her face apart. “I’m Lucie.” She held her hand out with a grin.

“Oh, Angel help me-” he groaned. He put his face in his hands and swore softly. Lucie only grinned more, happy to see him after nearly a week since she last saw him on the outskirts of Alicante. Which wasn’t odd. Jesse had nothing to do with her, no reason to visit her. And thus she was here, because he wasn’t there.

They were in a vast living room. Two grand staircases overtly covered with vines encircled the foyer, a dead fireplace adorning the centre of the establishment. There were rare antiques everywhere, all of them put to dust and disrepair. She took a step forward, in awe with the ambiance the entire house radiated. She had never been inside the house, save for the ballroom, and now that she was, she liked it. It looked like fiction had come true; she stared at the balconies that the upstairs lead to, instantly drawn to them. She kindled the witchlight with some hesitance, wary it would ruin the atmosphere. She thought she could glimpse something behind the statue that stood at the centre and stepped towards it. Cold air seeped at her wrists.

“Why, why is it exactly that you’re here?”

“Oh, don’t be so disappointed in me,” she waved him off, still captivated by her surroundings. “I’m here for many things. First, I love the Gothic ambiance your house radiates,” she said, enchanted with the way the witchlight reflected off the chandelier at the top. “Though this doesn’t seem like the most humane place to live, if I am being honest. It is an interesting house.”

She turned to face him with a smile and was met with a steely glare, sharp as a blade. Under the darkness and the hollows spaces between her fingers through which the witchlight peeked, his eyes were gloriously green. She could see traces of black in them now and wondered if they had been there before; they hadn’t, right? They were always alive and green. “Lucie,” he said determinedly. “Why are you here?”

“Isn’t there a better place to talk? It’s awfully chilly in here.”

“Your mistake for not bringing a cloak,” he pointed. Anger surfaced his features even now but his tone wasn’t as cold as it had been before.

She was still glancing around her in awe: it matched her imagination of the Castle of Otranto, though it wasn’t as deadly as the book. Lucie didn’t want to press her luck though; she had only come to see Jesse and now that she had, she didn’t know what she was going to speak about. She tried devising a plan and imprudently said at the same time he spoke- “Can you show me-”

“Do you nee-”

She paused, her gaze fixed on his. When she was sure he wasn’t going to continue, she gave him a smile and said, “Well, go on. What were you saying?”

“I asked if you needed a cloak. I can show you Grace’s room; you can borrow one perhaps,” he offered. “Though I do doubt it will fi- nevermind,” he blushed. Ghosts couldn’t blush but with the way he looked down at the floor, eyes cast away, she was confident he was. “Do you need the cloak?”

Lucie thanked him, but denied. “Kind of you, though I think I am perfectly fine without one.”

“If you ask me-”

“Which I didn’t,” Lucie interjected.

Jesse glared. “-I would suggest you to borrow one. You said it was cold.”

Ghosts couldn’t feel or touch, Lucie noted, especially in this form that Jesse manifested. “No cloak. I’m fine- can you show me the library?”

He shrugged. “I can, but I don’t see a reason why I should. Especially when you’re invading my home.”

Lucie scrunched up her face at the word ‘home’. “If you ask me-”

“Which I didn’t-”

Lucie tried to glare, but laughed instead. “I can still command you to show me the library,” Jesse’s face hardened at that, “which I won’t because I’m a good person and I am requesting you politely to take me to the library.”

“Lucie- By the Angel,” he swore again vehemently this time. Lucie considered pointing out that it was ungentlemanly to swear in front of a lady but was secretly amused at how distressed he was at her presence. “Do you not realize that it is dangerous here? There’s demons- God.” He looked up at the ceiling as if demanding the heavens why he was feeling whatever it was he was feeling.

“I’ll tell you why I’m here on the way to the library,” she offered.

Jesse gave up and gave her a long look. He sighed then, anger completely vanishing from his fine face as he gestured for her. “Come along. It’s upstairs. You’re certain you don’t need a cloak?”

Lucie shook her head and turned to follow him. She took one last look at the ghoulish statue that seemed to share her amusement. She raised an eyebrow at it interrogatively; the statue didn’t reply, of course. “Have you ever kissed anyone?”

“What?”

Jesse’s incredulity was priceless. Lucie shrugged and pointed him to the statute. “It looks like it wants to.”

A moment of silence. Then two. Then three. And ten. Jesse peered the statue and then, surprising Lucie and the statue too, he threw his head back and laughed. Lucie’s smile grew; it occurred to her how she had never heard him laugh and now that she did, she admitted she liked the way he laughed; amused and contented as if nothing else in the world mattered then than laughing in that moment.

“Oh, Lucie,” he sighed, finally smiling and leading the way up the stairs. “Please tell me why you’re here.”

“Tell me about the ghoul first-”

Jesse snorted. “Odd of you to think I’d kiss a ghoul. It’s the statue of- ah, I’ve forgotten.”

“Perhaps you should pay more attention to the statues that look like they want to kiss you.”

Jesse laughed again. Lucie was smiling, suddenly shy. Where had this confidence come from? “Perhaps you should stop paying attention to the statues that you claim look like they want to kiss me.”

“I wouldn’t blame the- nevermind.” She blushed. What on earth? “I came here to see you.”

Jesse came to a standstill. “What?”

“For someone who claims to read a lot of books,” she said dryly, “Your vocabulary is very limited. You haven't come to the institute since I last saw you near the mausoleums. Besides,” she added, “Like I have mentioned before, I came here for many things. I wanted to take a look at your library and explore for books that may contain references to my odd power.”

“I hear the Institute has an exalting library.”

Lucie glowered at him sideways. “I know the Institute has a grand library, but given your grandfather’s odd dealings with demons and what not, I’m certain I shall find worthy material here. The more I know,” she pointed, breathless a bit with how the roof expanded even more above them, “the better.”

Once at the top of the staircase, Lucie beheld the view. She felt like a royalty who was peering at the visitors assembled near the door. Ahead of them was a strange corridor with long and rounded windows from which moonlight spilled. It took Lucie a ton of effort to not look away and admire the Ivy that penetrated through the walls from the windows savagely. It resembled Sleeping Beauty’s castle more than the Castle of Otranto. The entire place reeked of misadventure and risk. Lucie liked that.

Jesse considered her. “I know we are oddly bound,” he started, looking to where she was gazing at the intricate designs on the pillars that walked a path towards the balcony that Lucie had been admiring earlier. “But you could summon me whenever you want my help. Instead of coming here.”

“I didn’t ask for your help,” she said. “Yet. You say we are oddly bound and I do not disagree. You say you want to help yet are recoiled at my presence here. You-”

“That’s because there’s demons here- !”

“All right then,” she glared at him. “Where will you be vanishing then? I suppose you’re going to live in this tumbledown excuse of a house?”

Jesse shrugged, still not meeting her eyes. “I will have things to do.”

Lucie put her arms on her hips and tilted her head questioningly. “I’d like to know what strange trysts you have to attend in the middle of all nights.”

“I don’t-” he looked at his feet, a small smile on his lips. “What are you trying to say?”

Jesse looked up. Lucie felt her breath catch suddenly for a reason she couldn’t put a finger on. “I need your help,” she said slowly, “and I want us to work together in helping me understand my powers, despite you telling me I’m good on my own.”

“You can still be perfectly fine on-”

She narrowed her eyes, recovering from her past reverie, effectively shutting him up. “You are welcome at the institute whenever you please, as long as you are unseen and undisturbing. It’s rather unbearable to think of this place as a home,” she mimicked the face of a person ready to throw up. How could anybody live here?

“And you can’t disagree,” she warned lightheartedly, falling in step with him as he motioned towards the rightward passage, “because I can command you.”

“Oh, freedom,” Jesse grieved. They left the traces of their laughter behind as they marched to the library.

Thank you so much reading! I’m still accepting prompts (though it will take me a LONG time to get to them but I promise it will be worth the wait.) Send me a ship/character along with the prompt number in my ask box. You can find the prompts here.

[theangrypokemaniac]

Ma and Pa James's Second Biggest Fan (we plough a lonely furrow) continues to find Ma Jess's appeal mystifying, since everything about her is negative:

1. Signing up for Team Rocket suggests someone of a morally dubious character to start with, but the truth lies in the clothing, and she's in black!

Black!

It's code for her personality:

• Jessie wears white:

Pure, beautiful, innocent, sweet-natured, not really bad, dealt a severe hand in life but a fighter.

• Cassidy wears black:

EVIL!!! EVIL, EVIL, EEEEEEVUL!!! FOUL SIRENIC TEMPTRESS!!! EVIL HEARTLESS BITCH STEALING JAMES'S NEVER-BEFORE-SEEN WEEPINBELL!!!

Speaking of which:

2. She was Madame Boss's best agent.

You don't get there being kind.

To reach that standing requires hundreds of successful heists, and we aren't talking nicking gold bars. It's living things.

How many Pokémon do you imagine she stole with merciless efficiency?

How many children did she set upon, pinching every animal they had?

How many innocent lives did she ruin by depriving kids of the pets they loved, never to see them again, eaten away with the not-knowing and the false hope?

The glory of her reign ran on the fuel of blood and tears.

What fate do you envision awaited those Pokémon? It's not exchanging one master for another, it's entering slavery.

Jessie and James aren't the epitome of Team Rocket. They are minnows on the outskirts, despised and mocked by most of their fellow members. The actual group isn't particularly famous for prioritizing Pokémon welfare.

The preferable outcome is being handed out to agents to help catch other victims. Otherwise it's transformation into a war machine, forced to fight on and on to the point of exhaustion and death, no doubt tortured and tested on to boot.

What happens if they don't come up to scratch or are pushed for years until too aged and broken to be of any use? Are Team Rocket ready to pension them off to animal sanctuary?

As if. It's euthanasia or on to the streets to waste away, if not fed to the strongest first.

Ma Jess knew this and worse occurred thanks to her, yet paid it no mind, and felt not a single twinge of guilt in that time of service, then met her end trying to draw another Pokémon into imprisonment.

Some might say it was a case of what goes around, comes around. As her behaviour led to God knows how many Pokémon dying alone, leaving their loved ones to wonder and grieve, so in turn did she die alone in the snow, and Jessie had to carry on without her.

I'm not against Ma Jess, I neither feel like or dislike, but I don't understand how so many fans can happily overlook her murky past of inflicting pain, instead elevating her to a semi-divine tragic heroine, yet apparently Ma and Pa's heinous offences of not stealing and treating Pokémon well are beyond forgiveness.

3. It's the Red Ribbon Army! Save yourselves!

Jessie joined Team Rocket to follow in Ma's footsteps. James went with her. Both moved (upwardly in scale, downwardly in morals) from Sunny Town's gang of petty thief kids to a complex Mafia organisation stretching its wriggling tentacles around the world to crush the air from its lungs.

Why? Ma Jess's baleful influence led the two down that path.

Of course Jessie wants to copy Ma, how and where else can she feel close to her?

There's not even a grave to visit!

Rising in the ranks and Giovanni's favour is both to strike it rich and take her place, becoming Ma in essence. That would make her proud, which is all Jessie ever wanted.

What alternative is there? Stay with Chopper and Tyra forever, ekeing an existence pickpocketing and shoplifting, until mortality comes calling sooner than is welcome, or get loaded quickly and retire early?

James theoretically could've gone home at this point, but when it came to which angry redhead he preferred to beat him up, he chose Jessie.

He was henceforth obliged to go whenever she led, even if it meant following the ghost of her mother into the jaws of evil.

They have an excuse, but what was Ma's for getting involved?

However much they boast and revel in their wickedness, the motto proves the couple still believe themselves on a noble quest, despite everything to the contrary, and why?

Jessie isn't about to accept that Ma Jess, whom she's probably idolized as one of few people to love her and a role model of how a woman should be, was nasty or unpleasant. If she was in Team Rocket, it must be good, whatever the outer appearance.

Except Jessie and James are bad at being bad. They are not master criminals. All their plans fail, rendering them poor and starving in consequence. The inner circle of Team Rocket will always be barred to them because they lack the inner darkness it requires.

The joke is they flourish in any other occupation, whether that be Salon Rocquet, reporters, or flogging merchandise and food at the League. If employed elsewhere they'd be better off, but they have to stay because Jessie can't let go, or bear the thought she might be a disappointment to her mother's name. A different career looks unworthy by comparison.

What, so Ma and Pa have got no son because of Ma Jess? They just wanted him to be a gentleman!

If she hadn't set such a terrible example to her daughter she might have an increased quality of life, but then had she done so Ma wouldn't be dead in the first place.

4. Can't pick 'em can she?

What was it that first attracted Ma to Windy Miller? Does she go for the rustic charm, or the promise of a lifetime's supply of bread to feed the abundance of babies planned?

Don't do it, Ma! He's an alky!

Some birds are like that you see. It's the maternal instinct gone haywire. They find a local reprobate and somehow decide he's really a damaged soul crying out for love, the scapegoat of a cruel society.

He's not evil, he's just misunderstood!

This is why you get nutters wanting to marry the Yorkshire Ripper: they put his 'mischief' down to bad women mistreating his gentle heart, but they of course are devoted to his happiness. They can change him.

You don't know him like I do!

In their fantasy, under the influence of a 'proper' woman he'll transform in to a flower-picking hippie, but not too much, they still like him to be dangerously 'manly' (keeps 'em on their toes), then they can feel smugly superior and more truly female than the 'lesser' breed who failed to tame his sexy pashuns.

And if there's one thing Windy has in abundance, it's raw animal magnetism.

Stop it, Ma! You can't help those who don't want helping!

She put up with the boozing, the flour dust and his somewhat limited communication skills, but what really let him down was the company he kept.

Ever after she would insist Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grub led him astray. That's firemen for yer.

Cuthbert? That name's died out.

Sure enough, some point after Ma Jess was stuffed up the spout, old Windy legged it back to Camberwick Green, like the rascal he is, and not a sweet penny piece did she receive in maintenance, the bastard.

At least Ma James got pregnant by a man who stood by her.

She wasn't married to Windy Miller!

Oh, you mean they were living over the brush? I see.

It's all in your head!

Do it my way, and we have Pa Jess. Do it yours, and we're back to a cavernous emptiness. Unless you can supply a picture of the 'real' (pffft) Pa Jess, this is the best available.

Anyway, 'Jessie Miller' just sounds right.

Coincidence? I think not.

5. She went to look for Mew dressed like this.

I could forgive it had she gone in her normal uniform, that's just whimsy, but to have made some effort emphasises that it's not enough!

Some part of her understood a mountain might be a bit parky out, but this was deemed sufficient coverage!

What happened?

She bloody died didn't she?!

6. Ma Boss points the way to doom.

Ma Jess was at least loyal to the mistress she served, but it was a wasted dedication. She squandered her life obeying a heartless virago who could cast aside apparently valued staff without a qualm, whatever thanks she owed them.

The millions Ma Jess accumulated for Madame are probably uncountable, yet she was so worthless that, when dispatched to the mountain, on her own, expected to catch a Legendary Pokémon, by herself, which many doubted even existed, and wasn't likely to come quietly, or put up with orders, but then didn't come back, Madame Boss allowed her only child to sink into poverty and the infamous 'care' of the State.

Everyone knows what goes on there. Entering a home has replaced the workhouse as the place of dread.

Jessie might have been killed or attacked and it didn't remotely concern Madame Boss, unwilling to spare a meagre fraction of her massive fortune to give the girl she made an orphan any comfort or security.

What did she matter? Her mother failed. Why reward that?

In her turn, Jessie became just as obsequious to an undeserving master, who went further than his mama and actively tried to murder her, and still she suffers to please him.

Team Rocket devoured her mother, and now it's swallowed her.

Oh, and Madame Boss got her way upon discovering Mew's fossil, so Ma Jess died for nothing.

7. This.

I'm not surprised Mew wouldn't go with Ma. She probably sensed the vivisection awaiting, and didn't give a toss about the avalanche in revenge.

Mew hasn't got where she is today falling for any old shallow promises from a stranger, thank you.

Suppose the mission had worked, with Mew caught and gift wrapped for Madame's delectation: what then?

Perhaps Mew's power, proving so impressive, would've pushed any cloning scheme aside, leaving Mewtwo unborn and Mew as the mightiest weapon. Or in greed Madame Boss demands more, and in arrogance the scientists promise the earth, the seas and the heavens.

Mew I could see subjected to some non-lethal form of dissection, just to understand how she ticked, that is if they could build the cage to hold her.

As they couldn't, and catching Mew was never a possibility, then Ma Jess's sacrificed herself on a fool's errand, which was obviously one from the outset. If Mew was easy to handle she'd have been captured long before now.

Either Ma dies, Mew's safe, but Madame Boss starts the cloning scheme anyway, or Ma's victorious, Mew is a tool of Team Rocket and the scientists have more sample to experiment upon. Mewtwo is still made, alongside short-lived creations and dozens of unseen freakish abominations preceding.

Now Mewtwo isn't what you call at peace with himself, nor has he received a particularly wholesome experience. One could think Ma indirectly caused that. Her branch of the project may have fizzled to cinders but she still played her role.

What would her legacy have been but to help bring forth the being that wiped out mankind? Where's the future for Jessie when there isn't one?

It's not her fault, but she died in the name of cloning a biological disaster, the creation of synthetic life leading to the destruction of it all.

8. Let's have a gander at Ma in the anime:

• Can afford rent.

• Can afford a tray.

• Can afford crockery.

• Can afford condiments to add flavour to food.

• Can't afford any actual food.

Something's wrong there.

I intended to include affording clothes too, but now I'm not so sure.

I never took Ma to be a brown-all-over kind of woman. At least she gave the fancy stuff to Jessie.

For years I've assumed she wore a brightly coloured jacket, but now I suspect it's a red one heavily patched up, because buying a replacement isn't an option.

Really old clothes are being mended with whatever can be salvaged from even more worn-out clobber.

Best agent Madame Boss has and she's practically living in her own filth.

Team Rocket takes care of its own, eh?

Oh no, let's not get a proper job, one that allows me to provide for my daughter and doesn't ask for my life. Let's stay in this one!

9. Look at Jessie's face!

By her own admission, being tricked into eating snow is the best thing that ever happened to her during an 'otherwise wretched childhood', to the extent she doesn't know it was wrong!

I don't hear Ma and Pa doing that. The only ice James got was an ice-cream sandwich.

What kind of infancy did Ma Jess give the girl for her to be nostalgic about almost dying of malnutrition?

If we say that's a foster mother as in the sub, it means Jessie's fondest memory is after Ma died, which is too brutal for me.

Yeah, thank goodness she's snuffed it.

You think Ma might have taught her not to eat snow! She left her so ill-prepared!

Consequently the sub version makes Ma Jess an awful creature, although I don't see why that Jessie would so desire to mimic a mom she apparently doesn't care about.

10. She's not even bloody here!

I have no picture to signify absence, therefore I must show whom she left behind.

Ma Jess is Pokémon's answer to Bobba Fett: background figure, barely involved, no information, dies early, yet became a fan favourite nevertheless.

If nothing really exists, what is there to like? Why are you contented weaving smoke?

When Rocketshippers put forward the manga as proof, the Anti-Ships used to insist that it 'didn't count' for being set in a 'separate universe'.

If that still goes, and only the contents of the anime apply to the anime, well then it's bye-bye to Ma Jess and Madame Boss, because they aren't real either.

I sometimes think that's true. However traumatic, would Jessie not have acknowledged her mother by now otherwise?

We grasp the characters all had two parents in a nebulous fashion, although not being real people means they don't 'technically' need them, but Ma Jess is the only one who vanished to be granted a face. Why is she then ignored?

She's briefly glimpsed in a passing scene of a single episode of the first series and is never seen or referenced again. The sub doesn't even have that. Where was the use in creating her if only to leave that thread of the tale billowing in the breeze?

We may decide her actions affect Jessie's but we're only imprinting assumptions. She might as well have remained unwritten for all that's made of her.

What we can glean doesn't bode well, irrespective of things left unmentioned.

Her one redeeming deed was dying, thus at least she didn't choose to abandon Jessie. We may presume she'd have stayed with her girl given the chance.

By my reckoning that puts her as Fifth-Best Mother Of Pokémon, behind Ma Brock, Ma James, Dame Ketchum and Ma Boss, in that order.

Then they're those who claim she never died, so she just pissed off like everyone else, rendering her devoid of a single positive quality.

This is the woman you sigh and agonise over for decades.

Ma and Pa are right there, man! Show 'em some love!

[zztophat]

Discord Chat: The Ritual

SUMMARY: Zatanna, Jesse, and Dean help the angels of New York restore balance to the city with one final, heartbreaking spell. This chat takes place during our last event: Sin City. TRIGGERS: Gore, Angst, Trauma, Pain WRITTEN WITH: @ofwarriors, @babydontpreach, @ofallenangel, @ofgoldenangel, @ofdeans, @celestialsariel, @divinecreaturc

ZATANNA: She didn't want to do this at the shop. Didn't need the memories or the trauma to linger around like a restless ghost. So, she rented a warehouse by the docks and had Michael send the call. There was no going back now. She sighed as she finished drawing the rest of the sigils on the concrete floor. "That should do it. Jesse, how are we coming along with everything else?" she asked as she checked the clock. Timing and moon placement were going to be important. She had a hunter, Dean Winchester, coming in with the final ingredient. She didn't know him well, but she wanted to believe he wouldn't let her down knowing the urgency of her situation. She turned to Michael and Gabriel. "We're almost done with set up," she promised. "Have the others arrived?"

Michael: He finished drawing the sigils on the other side of the room before meeting Zatanna in the middle. He could tell a lot of complicated work went into devising just the right combination of enochian, magi, and voodoo elements into this artwork. "I sent out the call," he nodded to her. "They should be here shortly. Do you have everything that you need?" he asked as he looked at the magician and the priest.

Jesse: Was just finishing up a protection spell, it did little good to use all this magic for something else to go wrong as he looked around ensuring he truly had all the ingredients that would be needed smiling softly "Great, I just read the protection spell which should lock out anything for interrupt your reading, and I've gotten most of the ingredients we needed save for the monster heart and well...the wings" he winced a bit at the words but it needed to be done. 

Gabriel: looked around the warehouse ensuring they hadn't missed anywhere that could result in horribly. He needed something to take his mind off the fact they were all there to not only end this issue but to take Adriel's wings, He'd fought with Michael for days about being the one to do it seeing how Adriel was under his command but Mike outright refused stating he couldn't do it. In truth Mike had been correct Adriel needed someone without hesitation and he was sure Michael could do it where he couldn't. "Yes they should be arriving soon, I've asked Sariel when the deed is happening to watch over Gadreel, It seems they've form some sort of bond during our discussions. Just to ensure that Reel doesn't unintentionally blow up anything of importance"

Dean: When the magician had asked him to get her a monster heart for a spell, he figured that it would need to be more than a simple vampire or werewolf heart. Luckily he had heard of a dragon a state over and was quick to kill it and carve it's heart from his chest. He was a little nervous walking into the warehouse, but being in over his head was normal for Dean when it came to saving the world. "Well, ain't this a party." he chuckled as he walked over towards Zatanna "One monster heart, as requested. Hope a dragon heart works."

SARIEL: When she got the call, her heart jumped to her throat. She didn't want to go, didn't want to stand there and watch as Adriel-- She shook her head and prepared herself to go to the warehouse. She closed up her practice and departed, her head swimming with thoughts. She needed to be there for Adriel, for the others, and specifically for her Brother-in-Law. She knew this would be harder on him than the rest could even imagine. That's the power of love, after all. She arrives to the warehouse and wanders in, only mustering the strength to say a solemn "Hello," before staring at the sigils on the floor, still in disbelief that this was really going to happen.

Adriel: When he heard the call, he was not afraid. A little nervous, perhaps, but he had come to terms over this situation. He finished off his cocoa and closed the book he was reading. It was one of his favorites. He gently pushed it onto the shelf, trying to keep calm. He had not used much of his magic for this exact moment. He wanted to use his wings just once more. So, the angel miracled himself to the warehouse, gently taking off his coat and loosening his bowtie. "Hello, all. I hope everyone had a splendid week." He gave everyone a gentle smile, trying to give them some sort of comfort. This wasn't just hard for him.

ZATANNA: "Thank you, Jess," she smiled softly as she squeezed his hand. He's been a great help to not only the angels but to her sanity. He's jumped through hoops to help her test just about every theory under the sun for this spell. She turned to look at the archangels. She knows they've been arguing this past week about who should be the one to take Adriel's wings. Gabriel was convinced that it was his angel and his responsibility, but at the end of the day they both knew Michael had the resolve to do what needed to be done and to be swift about it. She squeezed Gabriel's hand reassuringly to let him know she's there. "Thank you for asking Sariel to look after Gadreel. I'm still on the outs with him, but I'm trying," she smiled. She turned as the door opened and in walked the hunter with the swagger of a rock star. "Dragon heart," she smiled softly. "Thank you, Dean. That should do it. You aren't hurt are you?" she asked as her eyes searched him. She turned to the angels and Jess. "This is Dean. A friend," she remarked, giving a pointed look to Michael. "Dean, this is Jesse, Gabriel, Michael, Sariel, and," she turned as Adriel appeared. A sad smile crossed her lips as she went over to hug her old friend. He looked weak and tired, but resolute. "This is Adriel," she remarked, giving her angel a tight squeeze. "Welcome my darling. It's good to see you."

Michael: It hadn't been the easiest of weeks. Gabriel had been on him about being the one to take Adriel's wings. They both knew that he couldn't do it. It would crush his younger brother to do such a thing. Heaven knows, Michael didn't want to do it either, but what choice did they have? Magic called for a blood price. He smiled softly as he watched Zatanna work her magic on his brother. She was a calming presence in the turmoil. He ventured to guess Gabriel listened to her more than he did to him anyway. "Will Gadreel be joining us?" he asked his brother. He turned as the door opened and the hunter from the shop walked in. A stormy look must've crossed his face as Zatanna had singled him out in particular when addressing the crowd of angels. "Yes, we've met," he remarked as he stared at the dragon heart and then at the hunter. He turned as he heard the flutter of angel wings behind him. "Hello, brother," he smiled as Zatanna hugged the angel. He could tell she didn't want to let go. "How are you holding up?" he asked, the concern in his voice was evident. "Have you considered what we've talked about?" he asked. He'd suggested to the angel that it would be best to send him home after the deed was done. He'd have an easier time healing in heaven than on earth. He knew Adriel was attached to this place and it's people so he'd left the final decision up to the angel himself.

Jesse: Smiled at Zatanna there wasn't a thing the women could ask him that he wouldn't try to make her feel better. This had been really trying time and he was only glad his knowledge could help them all angels and humans. "Hello Dean, We've had the pleasure of meeting outside my church" He replied moving to grab the heart and prepared the table to make the spell go easier. 

Gabriel: had spent a good amount of time fighting with Michael for the past week, everything about this felt wrong but now that they were in the moment he felt weaker then he ever did without powers. Thoughs of the war plagued him all night, he was only lucky that Michael had been looking after Zatanna instead of him leaving him to his nightmares. "They care for one another and she would probably be on of the only angels that could hold him back if need be. " He replied nodding his head at her giving her a soft smile that didn't reach his eyes at all. When Adriel walked in he felt everything turn cold, they'd run out of time his nightmare was being reality. He found himself unable to look the angel's way as he stared into the green eye's of Dean Winchester, why had the male been watching him. "yes I've also meet him.."He cleared his throat hiding his weakness once again."hello Harlot" He replied before turning towards his brother wondering what Adriel would say. 

Gadreel: Sighed knowing that if he didn't get there in time he'd miss it and he'd promised Adriel that he'd honor his choice even if he hated it. Using his magic he appeared at the warehouse next to his angel grabbing his hand. "It was a horrid week and you know it angel" He replied moving to place a soft kiss on Adriel's head "Archangels, Zatara, Preacher, Hello Sister dear"

Dean nodded in greeting to the two unfamiliar faces, glad that he had the angel blade tucked in his jacket. He wasn't expecting to use it, but better safe than sorry. "Padre." he gave the preacher a grin as he handed over the heart before moving off to the side "I have to say, i hope this goes better than any other time i've been around two archangels." his green eyes moved over to Gabriel "If you keep calling me that you're gonna have to pay me for my services handsome."

SARIEL: she watches Adriel walk in and winced at his cheery demeanor. Why did he always have to be so positive? Especially right now? "I guess my week went as well as it could, all things considered. Though," she glances around the room, "I hate that we are even here at the moment, doing this." She gives Gadreel a small smile when he greets her. "Hello, brother-in-law." She glances around the room. Everything felt heavy and she knew it was from the impending deed that was going to happen. She shook her head. Perhaps God really is cruel. she looked around. "I wish I didn't have to ask this but what happens now?"

Adriel: He held on tight to Zatanna, trying not to dwell on what was about to happen. "Always a pleasure to see you, dear." he touched her cheek for just a moment. "I'm going to be gone for a while and..." he took her hand, looking around for just a moment. "I need you to watch over Gadreel. Now I know you two have your differences. Goodness knows he's not going to take this whole thing very well. Ever so stubborn, my wily serpent. I know you see him as a Demon, but just know he's much more than that. Trust my judgement." he gave her hand a squeeze, patting it twice before looking at Michael. "Brother. I've decided to take your advice. I'm not sure how welcomed I will be at home, but...Perhaps it will give me a fresh perspective when I return." He turned when Gadreel was beside him, and he smiled, falling into his form as easily as falling into bed. He nuzzled against his neck for just a spare moment, feeling his lips against his cheek. "It was." he admitted, licking at his lips. "Don't misunderstand me. I'm very afraid. But I've coped with my fear." He looked at the human that joined them, watching him hand over a...heart. "Gabriel and Michael won't be bothering you. I doubt they'll want to upset me. I'm really earning some points here, sibling wise." he looked at Sariel, giving her a smile. "Well, sister. I suppose...we need to start the ritual." he removed his bow tie fully, placing everything on a small table, neatly folded. "Keep care of those for me, if you will. They're very vintage. Oh, and someone do please check in on the shop. It'd break my heart to see my poor books covered in dust."

ZATANNA: Her face fell momentarily as Adriel mentioned that he would be going away for a while. She knew what Michael had suggested to the angel and a small part of her had hoped Adriel would turn it down and stay here with her and with Gadreel. She felt tears building in her eyes, but she'd fought them back. She needed to be brave and strong even if that was the last thing she felt right now. "I trust you, always have and always will," she smiles softly at the angel. "I'll watch over Reel and I'll make sure the shop is okay," she promises. Adriel had been here for her when she needed him. She was still so young when her father first opened the shop in New York. She would come by on her breaks and talk to the angel. And then when her father died and Zatanna took over the shop, Adriel had been there too. He allowed her to cry, to grieve her losses, to relish in the pleasant moment, and to forgive herself for lost time. She could never payback the kind of kindness the angel had shown her. She swallowed hard and blinked back tears as the angel stepped away from her to comfort his demon. She went to stand by Jesse who was preparing the heart for the ritual. It would appear a good number of the angels already knew the hunter. "Dean, if you wish to stay, you may. But if you choose to go, I understand," she nodded before turning to address the angels. "I'll need you all link hands and form a protective circle in that sigil over there," she replied as she pointed to the middle of the room. "Adriel, you will be in the middle of the circle. I need to anoint your wings with this," she replies, as she gestures to the concoction of herbs and oils next to the bowl where Jesse was preparing the heart. She took a deep, shaky breath. Keeping this all business helped her get some distance from it. "We're ready when you are."

Michael: He felt truly awful for them all, but most of all for Adriel. He was sacrificing more than just his wings. It would take time to heal and he knew that while Zatanna and Gadreel wished the angel would stay and allow them to care for him, Heaven would be the best place for Adriel. On earth, he was susceptible to falling ill. An angel without its wings can succumb to both the sins of the world and illnesses of spirit. A great sense of depression followed the physical pain of having one's wings taken. Heaven would take care of Adriel in ways Zatanna and Gadreel couldn't. "My brothers are aware of what you are doing for us." He couldn't keep this sort of thing away from Raphael and Uriel for long. Questions had arisen in Heaven about New York's current state of affairs and all Michael could do was tell them that he and Gabriel were handling it. "They have been instructed to welcome you home and care for you as they would any warrior returning from battle," he promised. "Gabriel and I will fly out to check in on you every so often," he nodded reassuringly. He watched as Zatanna took a step back and went to Jesse's side. They both looked so tired and worn. He'd wished she didn't have to be here, didn't have to see him do what he was about to do. Then there was Sariel. She knew nothing of God's abandonment, but the angel could see that she was struggling with this. Her faith was faltering. And Gabriel, gods, in this moment he'd wished he could send him home to spare him from witnessing this all over again. His brother put up a good front, but Michael could tell he was struggling with the old demons of a hard fought civil war. It hadn't escaped his notice how the angel addressed the hunter. He'd bookmark that one for a later discussion. "You are welcome to stay, Dean. As is any friend of Zatanna's," he remarked as he followed the mage's orders and made his way toward the sigil. He held out his hands to his brothers and sisters. It was time to begin.

Jesse:  Could feel the shift in energy around everyone this was a horrible moment, only to add the fact that their love one was going where they couldn't follow. Jesse could see the hurt that reflected in everyone heart as he moved to touch Zatanna's hand sending her some of his strength through a quick spell, it wasn't much but every little bit helped when it came to using this type of magic. He rolled up his sleeve ensuring that he'd placed everything in the correct order, they would to do this right if they wanted the spell to work and he didn't want to miss a thing. 

Gabriel: everything about this day haunted him, too see Michael cut another angel's wings brought back horrible memories of the war, he done what was ask of him even if cost him his sanity. He didn't member much after the war only that Mike had been frantic in searching for him only to find his brother broken and hiding.   He was pulled from his thoughts by deans comment actually making him crack a small smile shaking his head. It wasn't the time for smiles but it did help calm him down a bit in a way he hopped Michael hadn't seen. He'd stayed quiet letting Michael do most of the talking, he knew it was something of a cowards way out but he couldn't bare to speak to Adriel at the moment until it was time. "Yes Adriel, we will check on you often and bring news of your friends if you so wish...You may even use the reflective pool to watch over those you miss while up there." He replied in a soft kind voice.

Gadreel: Hated everything about this, he thought his angel would stay with him and heal but no, he had to return to Heaven. They had never been without one another in all their time together and now for the first time in awhile Reel was going to be alone. The thought broke his heart all over again. He listened to his angel hating how much this sounded like his last goodbye. "You cope to much for those humans" He replied with less venom then before. He was tired and scared, what if his angel never returned to him, up in heaven he'd seen just how stupid loving a demon could be? He didn't want to think on his insecurities at the moment as he pulled Adriel into a deep kiss hugging him close knowing that when he let go it was going to be for a long time... "Fine but you better do as they say up there no disregarding Doctors orders" He replied hushly when he pulled away letting go of his heart once again.

Dean wasn't wild about being around so many angels, but so far they didn't seem like complete dicks here. He knew that the Michael from his universe wasn't going to take part in a spell to avoid the apocalypse, he'd rather have all out war than fix things... it gave the hunter a little hope that maybe this universe wasn't so fucked up. He moved towards the others, joining the circle "I've never been one to shy away from saving the world sweetheart, don't think I'll start now."

SARIEL: she glanced around the circle before going to stand next to Gadreel. She gave his arm a reassuring pat as well as a smile. "It'll be ok. I'll check on him too for you while he's away." She whispered to him. Then she looked back at the group, doing her best to not look shaken. It was the last thing that the others needed to see. After all, none of them wanted to be here doing this. But what choice did they have?  She stood silently, trying to think of anything to say. The ritual was going to start and she couldn't stop it. This was the ultimatum that none of them could avoid. The one God had forsaken them to. She turned to Adriel, giving him a small smile and said in a quiet voice. "Thank you, Adriel."

Adriel kissed back his Demon, holding onto him dearly as he savored the feeling of him. He pulled away gently, pressing his forehead to the other's. "I love you so very much..." he murmured gently. "Know I'll be thinking of nothing but you." he touched his cheek, wishing he could take his glasses away and stare into those eyes he adored so. But they had a rule about not taking them off in public. He gave him one last small kiss. "I promise. I know the more I listen the sooner I can come home." he looked at the circle, going over and standing in the middle. He took in a breath, kneeling down and lifting his head. He looked at Michael, then at Gabriel. "it's alright." he nodded. "Pray for me." he spoke gently, his voice shaking for just a moment. He was afraid.

ZATANNA: She felt herself go numb as she watched the angels take their place around the sigil. There was no turning back now. She felt a brief surge of power as Jesse took hold of her hand and muttered a spell to give her strength. She was thankful for the preacher because she needed it now more than ever. She couldn't look at Gadreel or Gabriel as she made her way to Adriel in the middle of the circle. She felt the angel's fear radiating from every bone in his body. All she wanted to do was take it away. "You will be all right, my darling," she cooed softly as she placed a soothing kiss on his forehead. She watched as the angel freed his wings. They were magnificent; a shock of white feathers that spanned the circle almost end to end. Her breath hitched for a moment, hesitating. What choice did they have? Zatanna grabbed a cleansing sage brush and dipped it in the anointing oils. "Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio," she began a prayer to St. Michael, the archangel that stood before her, as she ran the brush gently over Adriel's right wing, purifying it for the ritual yet to come. She needed both archangels at as close to full power as possible for this to work which meant a combination of prayer backed by her own innate magic was needed. "Contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium. Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur," she continued until she'd finished off the prayer. She felt drained already, but held firmly on as she moved to the left wing. "O beati Archangeli Gabrielis quaesumus," she began a prayer to Gabriel as she anointed Adriel's left wing. "tu autem in nobis intercedant pro nobis ad praesens opus divinae misericordiae solio," she finished off the anointment with a final sign of the cross over Adriel's forehead, where she'd kiss him only a moment before. The cleansing was complete. Her sad, pale eyes turned to Michael and with a small nod she stepped aside to make room for him.

Michael: He watched as the magician made her way to Adriel at the alter. She'd armored her emotions behind a wall of business and composure, but he could see the pain in her eyes. Her eyes always held the truth. Michael felt a surge of power as soon as she began evoking his name in prayer. It felt strange having the woman he admired call to him like this. As he felt his power grow, he could see her's dwindling. He wanted to reach out and stop her, but there was no stopping this now. He squeezed Gabriel's hand as Zatanna moved to anoint the other wing, evoking his brother in kind. Before Michael knew it, the cleansing was done. He felt more power surging through him now than he had in the last few weeks. As Zatanna nodded to him, Michael stepped forward. He held out his palms and manifested his sword. He'd taken the wings and lives of so many of his brothers and sisters with this blade. The weapon hadn't been used in several centuries now, but it still felt natural in the archangel's hand. No matter how much distance he'd put between himself and the war, the blood on his hands couldn't be washed clean. He stood calm at Adriel's side as the angel kneeled at the alter. He didn't want to do this, but he knew any hesitation on his part would only cause the angel further pain. "Be brave, my brother," he replied as he put a hand on the angel's shoulder. He used the strength Zatanna had given him by evoking his name to remove any traces of fear from the angel's heart. In one swift motion, Michael lifted his sword and brought it down, fast and clean, across the base of Adriel's wings, cauterizing the wound as the blade sliced through him. No hesitation, the deed was done. In that moment, Michael hated himself more than anything else in that room. He looked to the heavens and wondered if Father was happy now. Fate had set the price and an innocent life paid the cost.

Jesse: Knew his place in this ritual would be to ensure that Zatanna had enough strength to finish this thing to the end. He watched as the room took a rather darker aura too it as the rites began.  The Angel each grew in power after their rites were read as he tried to keep his strength bleeding into Zee to ensure that she didn't get too weak while controlling this much power. At the sound of wings hitting the floor Gabriel his hands tighten knowing he couldn't leave one must never break the circle and all that. It was strange but he felt almost transported to a different time and place one surround by the sounds of war and pain. 

Gabriel: Felt horrible the longer this went on, he knew what was coming and he was grateful for Michael's hand on his though he knew that strength would be gone the moment when it came to slicing off Adriel's wings to complete this ritual. He felt the power the moment the Zatanna uttered his name closing his eyes he uttered a pray for Adriel to help calm him to ensure that there wasn't any last minute doubts or fears that would taint his choice.

Gadreel: Loved Adriel with all his heart, he'd finally gotten what he wanted and now it was all about to be ripped away from him once again. God and the Archangels why did they all seems so similar when it came down it it. He melted under Adriel's touch removing his glasses for the other to see his eyes seeing how much he seemed to enjoy his snake eyes so he allowed Adriel this last wish. "You need to hurry less I burn this world to the ground and get sent back home" He replied kissing the other back once again holding him close not ready to let him go but doing so all the same. "I'll miss you Angel....always and forever" he replied in hush. Gadreel keep his glasses off the entire time watching his Angel enter the circle knowing that soon he'd be gone and out of his life for the longest time. When the wings hit the floor he felt pain and sadness for the lost that Adriel just suffered.

Dean was basically useless at this point. All he brought to the party was a heart, and he honestly should have just left upon delivery but part of him wanted to see how far people here were willing to go to set things right. It also didn't hurt that a certain blonde angel was here. The whole thing really just made him miss Cas more than he already did. It truly was a sight to see, Michael with his sword, but seeing this angel lose his wings was more difficult than he expected. The hunter wasn't much of a prayer, but he did send up a few words. He didn't even curse out God or Chuck or whatever he called himself here for not fixing the problem himself.

SARIEL: she couldn't help but wince and look away as the blade hit Adriel's wings. She could feel tears in her eyes and her hand flew to her mouth as she looked back and saw the wings on the floor. She couldn't believe it. They had actually taken Adriel's wings. They had taken his wings from him for the sake of the humans. She couldn't help but let out a gasp. God really had forsaken them. She turned away.

Adriel felt a wave of calm come over him, looking up into the ceiling and taking in a breath as the blade cut through. For a moment, he didn't feel the pain. It built up, and when he felt it to its full extent, he gasped loudly, but did not scream. It was too overwhelming to scream. He fell onto his hands, shaking before laying full on the ground, an inhuman sound finally escaping his throat. Hot and searing pain was all he could think of. He pressed his cheek to the cold concrete, his eyes shut tight.

ZATANNA: She'd made a promise to herself that she wouldn't look away. She needed to see this. She needed to be reminded that Michael was an Archangel and not just her…what was he to her these days? A part of her hoped that seeing him take another angel’s wings would scare the confusing feelings she had for him away. She watched as he manifested the sword; it was beautiful and deadly. She stepped aside as Michael made his way toward Adriel. Do not look away, she reminded herself. A sort of peace came over Adriel as Michael laid a hand on his shoulder, preparing him for what's about to happen. She whispered a soft prayer for the kneeling angel as Michael brought up his sword. All traces of hesitation disappeared from both their eyes as the sword came down. In one swift motion the wings fell to the ground. Slowly, the pain crept into Adriel's eyes as he too collapsed. The room was silent for only a moment and then the warehouse filled with a guttural, inhuman sound. Zatanna fell to her knees beside the angel, holding him before looking up at Michael. Even with the power she felt Jesse giving her, she didn't have the magic to take away this level of pain. "Send him home," she begged, her voice was shaky and her vision blurred as tears streamed down her face. "We can finish the ritual, just send him home."

Gadreel: He couldn't bare it his angel was wingless and no her stood there feeling no pain until he hit the ground every part of him wanted to rush his angel be with him, this whole ritual was beyond stupid and it broke his heart to the point where he had to turn away, he couldn't watch his lover in pain. he took a deep breath giving Adriel his favorite blanket from his bookshop that he usually slept on so he would always have something of his with him. "I love you Angel, Hurry back to me" he replied snapping his fingers to disappear he wasn't needed any longer and he couldn't bare to see the rest of this horrible ritual. 

Gabriel: felt his heart drop when Michael sliced Adriel's wings off, it was almost as if he was transported back to the war. Angels screaming as blood stained the snow white clouds, he'd taken on his far share of fallen but he could never bare to lift his sword against his brothers or sisters in the way Michael had. Everything was getting worse the moment Adriel started feeling the pain and Zatanna started crying. He felt his mouth turn to lead and his eyes start to water. He couldn't do this not now, not in front of everyone. He pushed all the raise in power he'd just received in taking away most of the pain for Adrial not caring if it weakened him once again he had to stop the tears from both Zatanna and his Angel. "S-Send him home Mickey Please..." He manged to get out through broken speech.

Michael: Adriel's screams were inhuman, guttural, and terrifying. They reminded Michael of everything he hated about himself and what he'd become under his Father's command. He couldn't look at Gabriel or Zatanna, but he could feel them crying out to him. Adriel needed to go home where he could be looked after. The archangel dropped his sword and knelt beside Adriel. "Thank you, brother. You will not be forgotten. Neither here nor in Heaven," he replied as he laid his hand on Adriel's shoulders. In the blink of an eye, Adriel was gone and the room was silent save for the muffled tears of the magician beside him. "Zee," he turned to her, afraid of what he'd see in those blue eyes now. "We have to finish this," he held out his hand to her. "Please. We have to end what we've started."

Jesse: hated that sound, it was something he couldn't even unheard, and zatanna's broke cries were too much. He used the last of his spell to push more of his power towards the magi moving behind the table to grab Zatanna's other side to help Mike get her back to her feet. "yes Zee we need to finish, my power is starting to wain, better now or never." He replied softly in her ear hoping it would pull her out of the pain.

Dean winced at the sound of the angel's screams. The hunter had heard a lot in his time and this was right up there with the screams he heard in hell. Setting his jaw, he could only feel more and more out of place in this group but he tried to keep a strong front, something the others could lean on if necessary. He looked around, meeting eyes with Gabriel and Zatanna, silently telling them that he's there for them.

SARIEL felt her tears burn down her face as she heard Adriel's scream. She looked away. She couldn't stand it. The deed was done, but at such a high cost. She watched as Gadreel disappeared and she wished she could, too. She didn't want to be here anymore, not where she had to watch such a horrendous act. Once Adriel was sent to heaven, she finally managed to find her words. "I-I will be taking my leave now. I have things to attend to." She nodded at the others before rushing out, not looking back.March 21, 2020

ZATANNA: She watched through her tears as Michael sent Adriel away. It felt otherworldly. As if she was watching the whole thing from outside of her own body. The last time she'd felt like this was when her own father had been taken from her. It felt like the world was going in slow motion. She felt Michael and Jesse's hands on her, pulling her onto her feet and out of her thoughts. "I'm sorry," she whispered a soft apology to Adriel before nodding to Michael. "Please, you need to take your place back in the circle. Link hands with Dean and Gabriel. We need to finish this," she replied as she held her hands over the wings. "Tuc meht ot ezis," she ordered. A single tear streamed down her face as she watched her magic tear and rip the wings to size so that they can be used as the final ingredient for the spell. It felt wrong. It felt like she was tearing Adriel himself in half. As the spell ceased, she felt herself getting weaker and weaker. She needed to do this and do it fast. "Ni eht lwob," she ordered. The remnants of the wings flew into the air and made their way to the bowl of mixed ingredients in front of Jesse. She brought the bowl to the alter and linked hands with Jesse. "One final push," she promised him. She closed her eyes and began chanting, "Aquilibrium per cacla tempusque reficiatur" the air in the room seemed to take on a different, electrified feeling as magic began to fill the room. "Aquilibrium per cacla tempusque reficiatur." Candles flickered in the night air as the wind picked up speed around them. "Aquilibrium per cacla tempusque reficiatur." Pain shot through her. The contents of the bowl began to glow-- "Aquilibrium per cacla tempusque reficiatur."--they caught fire. Almost as quickly as it had been lit the fire died down until all that was left in the bowl was a charcol like goop. Zatanna fell to her knees, exhausted and spent. "It's done," she breathed. "Jesse...you know the rest," she nodded to him.

Michael: He reluctantly took his spot back in the circle. It was clear Zee was in pain, the exertion of magic and the emotional stress was taking a toll on her, but all he could do was help her finish the spell to completion. He watched as she ordered the wings to be shredded. Guilt ripped through him. It should have been his wings, not Adriel's. How could things have gotten so out of control so quickly? He watched as the shredded feathers flew above his head and into the bowl with the rest of the ingredients. He wasn't sure how much longer Zatanna and Jesse could hold it together. He felt magic intensify as the pair linked hands in the circle and Zatanna began chanting. The air around the room became charged. As he felt his strength grow, he could see Zatanna's dwindle. He wanted to reach out and stop her, but she was too deep in it. She wouldn't hear him. The concoction of wings and other ingredients sparked and ignited before quickly going out. Zatanna fell to her knees. Michael couldn't take anymore, he released his brother's hand and went to the magician's side. She was cold and clammy, her heart rate erratic. Same as he'd seen her when she first summoned him. He held onto her, giving her some of his strength as he had that day as well. He didn't care if it took some magic away from the spell. He couldn't lose her in this. He helped her to her feet again, bringing her to stand between himself and Gabriel for support. "What's next, Jesse?" he asked. "How do we finish this?"

Jesse: knew this part had to be done by zatanna out of the two of them her magic was stronger and carried more weight, he also knew once the words were completed she'd be all but drained of magic and power, maybe if they had one more person with magic abilities thing would've been easier for them both but John was no where to be found after their fun in their church. He watched her fall keeping still and towards the alter when Michael and Gabe moved to hold her close feeding her the energy see needed. The last part of the ritual was fairly less complex but still wasn't for the faint of heart as he nodded his head moving to pick up the bowl "This next part isn't really for the faint of heart but, we must all drink from this bowl once the bowl is empty we utter the words "statera restituet." once completed you will feel a surge of power by no means do we break this circle, if you do everything will be for nothing." He let the urgency of his tone carry before taking a sip of the goop himself before passing it around the circle. 

Gabriel: He felt his heart break at the sound of Zatanna in pain everything about this had been one more nail in his heart, his friends and angels suffering when he could clearly have taken the hit but nothing like that ever worked out.  He was grateful Michael pulled her between them using the last of his strength to feed into the women how had taken such good care of him since landing here. He would do anything in this world and the next to ensure that she felt better after this, not to allow her heart to be turned cold due to the trouble they brought to her doorstep. He listened to the preacher nodding his head understanding the seriousness of everything going on as he took the bowl from his taking a sip of the bowl goop before moving to help Zatanna swallow a sip as well before passing it to Michael.  In that moment he knew he had to the be the strength Zee had lost as he pushed his fears aside to focus on the rest of the ritual.

Dean, still regretting his staying took the bowl as it was passed to him. His green eyes studied what could only be described as goop. He muttered a fucking hell under his breath before taking a drink from the bowl, a grimace on his face whishing that it couldn't have turned into a cheeseburger or something remotely not disgusting, then passing it to the next person.March 24, 2020

ZATANNA: She watched as everyone around her swallowed the goop and then it was her turn. Gabriel brought it up to her lips and she made a bitter face as she felt the liquid slide down her throat. Gods. It was worse knowing what had gone into this concoction. As the bowl got passed around, it finally landed in Michael's hands. She watched him take the last sip and recite the incantation. Almost immediately the air in the room flattened, the candles stopped flickering and held steady. Although she was exhausted, she felt the energy of the room shift. Things felt lighter, clearer. "Gods, I hope that worked," she breathed as she braced herself against the table. "Time to test the theory, boys," she looked at Dean and Jesse, the only other two mortals in the room as recited a small spell and broke the circle with the heel of her shoe. "Don't all volunteer at once."

Michael: He felt the change almost instantly as he took the last sip of the goop and muttered the incantation as instructed. it felt like an electric shook. It was a surge of power like he hadn't felt in weeks. He felt like himself again. He watched as Zatanna broke the circle for the first time since they started the spell. "I think it worked," he replied. He felt relief. It was over and Adriel's sacrifice hadn't been for nothing. They'd restored the balance...they'd done something right for once. "There's only one way to know for sure."

Jesse: He let lose a bit of laugh at Zatanna's words, before looking towards dean nodding his head towards the door. He felt horribly weak after the ritual had finished but he needed to push himself to test out this who spell. He slide the door open walking out waiting for any type of sins to take hold of him only to feel his normal self. "Dean what about you feel anything?" he questioned. Gabriel: Held tightly on to Zee in case she passed out or fell, he couldn't allow her to be hurt not any more. His mind was going crazy with the thoughts of everything he'd seen and how much it reminded him of the war. The idea of walking home did make him feel much better either, Michael would see Zee home leaving him alone with his terrible thoughts as he turned to look at Jesse and Dean as they moved towards the door hoping all this hadn't been for nothing.

Dean rubbed the back of his head before moving towards the door along with the preacher "Is it just me or are they looking at us like we should make out or something?" he chuckled slightly as he stepped outside "Other than wanting a beer and a cheeseburger I feel pretty normal, the constant urge to punch something isn't on overdrive anymore." He poked his head back in, his signature grin on his face "I'm no expert on magic but it seems like it worked."(edited)

ZATANNA: Relief flooded over her and she felt herself slump into a chair just outside of the circle. "Thank fuck," she laughed. She certainly wasn't going to thank god for this. The bastard had nothing to do with all the magic she'd just expanded. For the first time in a long time she felt like she could finally breathe again. "I am never doing that again," she lied. She knew, just as much as everyone else in the room did, that she'd likely do it again if called upon. "Someone owes me a drink and and like a twelve layer chocolate moose," she chuckled.

Michael: He watched, alert and in attention, as Dean and Jesse exited the warehouse only to come back several minutes later to confirm that the spell had worked. Michael's shoulders relaxed only by a tenth of an inch. His eyes floated toward Zatanna who, although elated, was still obviously in a lot of pain and exhausted from the exertion of the entire thing. A soft smile crossed his lips as she teased the room. "We'll add drinks and cake to the breakfast menu tomorrow and every day after that," he replied before turning his gaze to Gabriel. It was clear the angel was still in shock. Michael put a hand on his brother's shoulder, letting him know he was there. "Gabriel," he called to him gently. "Are you alright? Do you need me to take you home?" he asked. The loft or Heaven, he left that choice up to his brother. He would understand if after this, Gabriel would not want to stay. He couldn't blame him after everything he'd witnessed.

Jesse: Found himself chuckled "Right? You're hot but I think I'll keep my tongue to myself for the night" He replied glad that they could joke a bit and relax for this horrible situation "I could go for that beer and burger myself, but maybe a nice nap would do me better." He replied following the other back instead smiling at Zatanna moving to go over towards her. "you are quite the talented little bug, Zatanna, Next time how about I get a chance to shine and do all the hocus pocus?" He teased moving to hug her softly glad that they were okay and that it worked.

Gabriel: Was still lost in his head, he almost missed everyone confirmation that the ritual worked and Michael's words. He took a deep breath putting on his somewhat normal smile "OF course not Mikey, you need to get Zee home and in bed, I'll work on the Twelve layer chocolate moose but it may end up in a cake form" He teased moving to place a kiss on Zatanna's cheek. "Thank you for everything you've done Zatanna, We appreciate it" He replied softly before pulling away. " I can get to the loft just fine Mikey, and I'll be there when you come home...if you come home tonight....I promise" He replied in a hushed voice

Dean laughed loudly "It's like they forgot about the sins other than lust. If you ever want company for beer and burgers just give me a ring padre." He shoved his hands in his pockets, mulling over whether he should say something before opting to act instead. The hunter walked towards Zatanna and pulled his flask out of his coat, kneeling down next to her "You earned it sweetheart." he handed her the flask before standing up, his green eyes landing on Gabriel "If anyone needs a lift of the earthly variety I got room in baby.”

ZATANNA: "You don't have to ask me twice, Jess," she chuckled. The act alone made her wince. "The next magical bandaid is all yours," she promised, giving him all she could muster up for a hug right now. She turned as Gabriel leaned in to check on her. For the first time since the start of the spell she was able to get a good look at him. He was at full power now, but looked worse for wear than before. She squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "I'll come by in the morning," she promised. "We can have all the chocolate moose we can eat. Don't let my tiny frame fool you, I can consume a lot of chocolate moose," she teased, hoping to get a smile out of him. She chuckled as Dean held out a flask to her. He reminded her so much of John, but unlike John he'd been there for her when she needed him. He was kind and loyal and saw things through. "Thank you, Dean," she smiled as she knocked back a drink. She made a bitter face, but it was exactly what she needed to help get a kick back in her step. She still needed to get home tonight. "Sorry to have dragged you through this shitshow," she replied as she held the flask back out to him. "But, I'm happy you stayed. I owe you one, so...when my mojo comes back feel free to collect a favor," she offered as she stood up. She felt lightheaded and grabbed onto Michael for support. The feeling passed after a few moments and a couple deep breaths. "Well, I think we can safely rule out teleportation for the next few weeks. Walk me home?" she asked as she looked up at Michael. "The fresh air might help make the vomit feeling go away."

Michael: His gaze shifted around the room. Everyone looked battle weary and exhausted, but none more than Zatanna. It had taken so much out of her to complete the spell and he knew he'd never be able to return the favor. Gabriel was right. He needed to see her home. "I'll be back before you know it," he promised Gabriel. He had no intention of leaving his brother alone for too long. While Zee's pain was visible, Gabriel's was something entirely different. A great trauma within him, a trauma Michael had caused and now re-triggered. "Go with Dean," he suggested. He didn't know the hunter, but the man had stayed throughout the entire ritual. That spoke volumes about his character. Besides, Michael didn't want Gabriel to be alone tonight. Not so close after the ritual, but he couldn't split himself in two. Michael grabbed ahold of Zatanna as she stood up, feeling her sway to and fro. He pulse was weak, but there. After a few moments she managed to steady herself. "If you're feeling up for it, I'll take you home," he nodded and helped her into her jacket. He watched her say her goodbyes, before he nodded to Jesse and shook the preachers hand. "I'll be by tomorrow morning to check in on things," he promised. "With coffee," he added for good measure as he patted the man on the shoulder and turned to Zatanna. He put an arm around her to support her as they walked out of the warehouse and into the night.

Jesse: "Tell me about it, I wouldn't mind taking you up on that offer sometime its been awhile since I had someone to just chill with." He replied before turning towards Zatanna and Michael which there was something most definitely happening there. But he decided to let it go seeing how now was not the time or the place "Sounds like a plan, then I can have the archangels hugging and kissing me" he teased softly with no heat behind it at all before nodding his head as he took Michael's hand shaking it. "I'd love that, just not too early I plan on sleeping in a bit tomorrow if you don't mind," He replied watching them leave before turning to Dean "would that ride be heading towards the church before Gabe's loft?" He asked hoping to bum a ride. 

Gabriel: Gabe felt Dean's eyes on him making him feel even more self conscious, it was nothing to concern himself with he just needed to make it back home before breaking down. "So just enough time to get from refill my secrets junk corner" He replied cracking a smile looking at the other before nodding his head. "Is that alright Dean? I don't want to keep you up longer then we need too you've already done so much" He replied looking at the male biting his lip nervously, being at full power he could get home by himself and his brother knew that. "I'll make a 12 layer cake just for us promise, it will be mind boggling" He replied taking a step forward when Zee almost fell when just standing up.  But he knew with Michael Zatanna would always be alright as he watched them leave

Dean grinned, looking over at the preacher "If I know how to do anything padre, it's chill. We can figure something out." it would be nice to have a friend, someone to just hang out with... especially with Sam gone now. The hunter pushed the flask back towards Zatanna as he stood "Keep it, I can get it later. It's not like I won't be stopping by." he winked at her before nodding at Gabe and Jesse "I wouldn't have offered if it wasn't alright." he chuckled at the angel before beginning to move towards the door. "My only rule is driver picks the music and passenger shuts their cake-hole."

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Aubrey’s Least Favorite Game

Bechloe Week 2019: Truth or Dare

Summary: Or, the three times Aubrey hated Truth or Dare and the one time she didn't. For Bechloe Week 2019: Truth or Dare.

Word Count: 3k

Rating: G

AO3 and FFN

The first time Aubrey played Truth or Dare, she swore to never play again.

She was in middle school, and Taryn Henning dared Mitch Benson to kiss her. On the mouth, even. Before Aubrey could protest or punch him, Mitch just swooped down and pressed his awkward seventh grade mouth to hers. He had horrible breath, everyone was looking, and Aubrey just wanted it to end, which it did eventually, thank God. Then she punched him.

She was furious for days. You can’t just dare a first kiss on someone against their will. It’s rude, for one thing, and it was her first kiss. She had a whole scenario planned for her first kiss (one that involved sunsets and picnics and maybe Leonardo di Caprio), so for one idiot and a stupid game to take that from her was traumatic, to say the least.

Aubrey never wanted to play Truth or Dare again, or any game like it, to be completely honest. And for the most part, she succeeded in that venture. For any subsequent middle school and early high school party, Aubrey abstained from Truth or Dare, Spin the Bottle, Seven Minutes in Heaven, and pretty much every other game her friends seemed to find endless enjoyment in.

Thankfully, the fun of those sorts of games wore off over time. By the time she was a junior in high school, she allowed herself to think that she might actually be free of Truth or Dare for the rest of her life.

And then she went to college and joined the Barden Bellas.

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It wasn’t until Alice, the tyrannical Bella captain, dared her and Chloe to streak across campus that Aubrey realized she may have made a mistake in joining the Bellas.

“This is stupid,” she said to Chloe even as they undressed behind the auditorium. “It’s hazing, you know, and we could seriously bust them for this.”

Chloe shrugged and Aubrey looked pointedly up at the night sky; Chloe was already naked. “It’s not like it’s dangerous,” she said. “It’s bonding, like Alice said. Just Truth or Dare. We’ll get her back next round.”

“We could get in trouble,” Aubrey reminded her as she finished stripping and placed her clothes in a neat pile against the side of the building with Chloe’s.

“No one’s out there,” Chloe assured her. She was right; it was a Saturday evening right at the start of the school year, so campus had become a ghost town.

“Still,” Aubrey emphasized, crossing her arms over her chest and angling her body slightly to the side. She didn’t understand why Chloe wasn’t more upset about this. She also definitely didn’t understand how Chloe could just… stand there, totally natural, as if she wasn’t in her birthday suit in front of a near-stranger. They’d only met that night at the first rehearsal, and yet, Chloe was acting like they’d been friends for years.

Chloe shifted in place, glancing toward the window Alice and the other sophomore Bellas were watching them from. “Look, I know it’s not great, but if we wanna join the Bellas, we just have to do this little dare. Just this one, okay?”

“We’ve been doing stupid dares for that stupid game all night,” Aubrey complained. “You really think this is the last one?”

“I…” Chloe hesitated, then looked down. “I just really want to be a Bella, okay?”

Aubrey deflated slightly. She understood completely. “Fine,” she agreed through clenched teeth, bringing Chloe’s eyes back up to meet hers. “But when we’re co-captains of the Bellas,” she said, making Chloe smile, “let’s promise not to make new girls do crap like this, okay?”

“Deal,” Chloe said, then, “Race you?”

It was dumb, but even that hint of competition made Aubrey’s stomach tighten. “You got it,” she said stiffly, stopping herself from looking at Alice. She didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.

“Ready?” Chloe asked, starting in a lunge that Aubrey mirrored. “Three… two… one… go!”

It wasn’t until later, after their naked sprint across campus was done and they’d put their clothes back on, that Aubrey wondered if Chloe had let her win. The more she thought about it, hovering in the back of her mind even as Alice officially welcomed her and Chloe to the Bellas (“I guess you slut-bags are in it for the long haul,” she’d said), the more Aubrey was certain that Chloe had only done the whole thing to take her mind off of the situation.

As much as Aubrey had hated that dare, it had told her one thing: even after knowing her for barely an hour, Chloe had known competition would be just what Aubrey needed to get through.

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The next time Aubrey was coerced into playing Truth or Dare, it was actually Chloe’s idea. It was their senior year, and they’d somehow found themselves co-captaining the strangest band of Bellas of all time. Really, why would anyone want to be known as “Fat” Amy? Chloe had insisted on the game, claiming it would help them all bond.

“Oh, you mean like it bonded us and the old Bellas?” Aubrey whispered furiously to Chloe, pulling her aside almost as soon as the suggestion had left her mouth. “We promised, Chloe. We wouldn’t make them do this.”

Chloe was already shaking her head. “This won’t be like that,” she said. “This isn’t initiation, and we won’t make anyone do anything they don’t want to do. It’s just bonding!”

“I really don’t think—”

“Okay, Bellas!” Chloe called to their new recruits, clapping her hands as she turned away from Aubrey and the whiteboards. “Form a circle, and we’ll play!”

“Chloe!” Aubrey hissed, but her voice was lost under the mingled groans and cheers emitted by the ragtag group as they dragged their metal chairs into a sloppy circle that was really more of an ellipse.

“Does everyone know how to play?” Chloe asked, taking her own seat. “You just pick on a person, and have them choose between a truth or a dare, and then—”

“Yeah, we know, let’s get on with it,” Amy said loudly, waving her hand.

“Totes!” Chloe chirped. “Um, Beca, do you want to start?”

Aubrey had to bite back a sarcastic laugh; the alt girl that Chloe had begged her to let join looked about as happy about this as Aubrey felt.

“Um, I’m good,” Beca muttered, her eyes flicking toward the door. “Maybe someone else wants to—”

“I’ll go,” Stacie said, looking delighted. “Chloe, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Chloe said, and Stacie’s eyes gleamed.

“Who was that guy you were making out with at Hood Night?” she asked, leaning forward.

Aubrey rolled her eyes as most of the other girls “oooohed,” though she noticed Beca took on a more sullen look than usual.

Chloe beamed and launched into an explanation of Tom, which kicked off the annoying game in full. Chloe dared Amy to stand on her chair and sing the alphabet (which she did, stretching it out for a full three minutes, making every letter into one ridiculously long, rather off-tune note); Amy picked Cynthia Rose, who chose dare (to Amy’s disappointment) and subsequently had to attempt to perform a handstand; she looked at Lilly, who grinned evilly, before choosing Aubrey.

Aubrey sighed. “Truth.”

Cynthia Rose grinned. “Do you hate the Trebles because you’re secretly in love with Bumper?”

A few of the Bellas laughed, except for Chloe, who winced.

Aubrey smiled tightly. “No, Cynthia Rose, I hate them because they’re immature assholes whose male energy taints those who are unfortunate enough to find themselves near to them,” she answered, then looked across the circle. “Beca. Truth or dare?”

Beca rolled her eyes so hard that Aubrey was briefly concerned about retinal detachment. “How about neither?”

“Truth it is,” Aubrey decided for her, ignoring Chloe’s small sound of protest. “Are you boning Jesse?”

She knew it was a long shot (Beca had already denied her obvious toner and wasn’t about to admit it in front of all of them) but maybe she’d catch Beca by surprise and be able to toss her snarky ass out of the Bellas.

“Oh my God! Again?” Beca asked, throwing her hands into the air. “Dude, you don’t get it, do you?”

“I asked you—”

“Aubrey—”

“Okay, you know what?” Beca spoke over her and Chloe. “I have to be at the station for my actual job, not wasting time playing this—playing middle school games!” she stood from her chair quickly, grabbing her bag.

“Wait, Beca!” Chloe called after her, but Beca only glanced her way before storming out of the auditorium.

Chloe sighed and looked down at her lap. A trickle of guilt ran down Aubrey’s spine; she hadn’t meant for that to happen.

“So, are we still playing, or…” Amy trailed off.

“I can lead you to Ancient Mesopotamian art,” Lily whispered.

“No, you guys can go,” Chloe dismissed with an attempt at a smile. “Thanks for playing, that was really…” she stopped, her voice lost under the sound of seven metal chairs scraping backward as the new Bellas rose to their feet and started picking up their things. Stacie waved goodbye, but the rest of the girls wandered away and out of the auditorium without a second look.

Chloe wouldn’t look at Aubrey; her eyes stayed focused on her lap even after everyone else was gone.

Aubrey cleared her throat, breaking the silence. “Look, Chloe, I’m—”

“Did you have to ask her that again?” Chloe asked, picking up her head to glare at Aubrey. “She already told you she isn’t seeing him, and besides, you know I—” she stopped abruptly, looking away again.

Aubrey shifted in her chair uncomfortably. “I didn’t know she’d leave like that.”

“You never even—you know what?” Chloe huffed. “I’m gonna walk home. I’ll meet you there.”

“Wait, Chloe, I can still drive us!” Aubrey called after her, but Chloe was already up and walking to the exit.

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Aubrey had to hand it to herself; her retreat was a total success.

So what if maybe it had more to do with Beca finally realizing that her ass was not, in fact, a hat, and admitting to Chloe (and everyone, but mostly to Chloe) that she’d been doing a secret internship the entire time. Aubrey thought that was pretty impressive, actually, and was secretly pretty proud of Beca—not everyone gets an opportunity like that—and her confession seemed just the thing to fix whatever weirdness had been happening between all the Bellas.

The hope that the Bellas as an institution might actually continue following a potential success at the Worlds competition put Aubrey in a good mood. Such a good mood, actually, that she didn’t even protest when Emily suggested a game of Truth or Dare around the campfire.

Instead, she joined in, having fun with it for the first time in her life because she was friends with every single person playing. She trusted them, and that made all the difference.

Emily dared Amy to put six marshmallows in her mouth at once, a feat which was accomplished happily; Amy got Flo to confess that she still sleeps with no fewer than twenty-eight Beanie Babies; Flo got her turn, and asked Lily what she was going to do over the summer, the answer to which Aubrey didn’t catch but had both Flo and Amy reeling away from her in horror; no one could hear who Lilly called on, so Cynthia Rose took her turn and dared Stacie to play the rest of the game topless.

Aubrey was about to intervene at that point—the less nudity, the better—but Beca beat her to it.

“Oh come on, don’t make her do that,” she said, picking up a marshmallow to spear on the end of a stick. “The rest of us would have to suffer.”

“You don’t wanna see my goodies?” Stacie pouted, already reaching to take off her shirt. “It doesn’t bother me.”

“Your goodies might catch on fire,” Beca deadpanned, now holding her stick out to roast the marshmallow.

Stacie looked horrified and crossed her arms immediately.

Beside Aubrey, Chloe started to laugh. “Okay, move on,” she said, as the unofficial referee of the game. “Cynthia Rose, you can go again though.”

Cynthia Rose paused. “If there’s no nudity, they have to do it, right?”

Aubrey didn’t like the look in her eyes.

Chloe frowned. “I… nothing illegal, either.”

Cynthia Rose widened her eyes, the picture of innocence. “It’s not illegal! Promise.”

“I guess…” Chloe allowed slowly, and almost immediately, an evil look came over Cynthia Rose’s face.

“Um—” Aubrey started, wanting to shout a general warning before—

“Chloe, truth or dare?” Cynthia Rose asked.

Chloe thought for a moment before replying, “Dare.”

As soon as she said it, Aubrey knew it had been the wrong decision.

Cynthia Rose’s smile widened. “I dare you to kiss Beca.”

Aubrey’s stomach panged unpleasantly. Around her, the Bellas went silent and still; Chloe stared, her mouth hanging open, and Beca sat frozen as the marshmallow at the end of her stick caught on fire.

Then it was like a switch flipped, and suddenly the campfire erupted with noise and Chloe was being urged up from her chair by Stacie and guided around the fire to stand in front of Beca, who still wasn’t moving or blinking or even breathing that Aubrey could see.

And Aubrey was flung back to the seventh grade and Mitch Benson and something about the rigidity in Chloe’s spine and the panic in Beca’s face made her chest constrict because Aubrey wasn’t blind; she knew exactly what had been going on between Chloe and Beca for years (even if they wouldn’t admit it themselves) and she knew with complete certainty that neither of them would have wanted it to happen like this.

“Okay, hang on, stop!” she called out in her drill sergeant voice, and everyone stopped to look at her.

Aubrey took a breath, thinking fast. Chloe still looked like she was in shock; Beca’s marshmallow had fallen into the flames long ago, and now the stick she still held was burning.

“Beca, drop your stick!” she said, and Beca snapped to life, dropping the flaming wood into the fire with a yelp. Aubrey sighed and continued, “We can’t do this, guys, come on.”

“But—but Chloe said!” Cynthia Rose sputtered. “She has to!”

“Right, yes, she did,” Aubrey agreed, “and, um, I was going to say that we can’t do this without a camera.”

The relief on Beca and Chloe’s faces turned to horror.

“So, um, Amy, can you go to the cabin and grab me the camera?”

“But we all have phones.”

“Amy! Go get the camera!”

“All right, all right,” Amy said, hands raised defensively as she stood and started walking toward the cabin. “I’m going! Yeesh, no need to get all—”

She was cut off by her own scream, hoisted into the air by yet another bear trap.

“Oh—Amy!” Cynthia Rose shouted and ran to her, followed closely by the rest of the Bellas apart from Beca and Chloe, who stared at Aubrey.

“Did you just…” Beca started.

Aubrey lifted a finger to her lips. “They’ll forget all about it.”

The smile that Chloe sent her made it all worth it.

“Okay, ladies, get in formation,” Aubrey shouted to Cynthia Rose and the others, walking over to stand halfway between them and Beca and Chloe; she had to direct the take-down. “We’ve done this before, now, get under her!”

She tried not to listen, she really did. But she’d always had keen, military-grade hearing, and really, it wasn’t like Beca and Chloe were being nearly as quiet as they should have been. But as she supervised and directed Amy’s rescue for the second time that night, she overheard the conversation happening not ten feet behind her back.

“So, that was close,” Beca huffed quietly (not quietly enough).

“Yeah, um, would have been really aca-awkward.”

There was a pause during which Amy asked loudly for a juice box, and Aubrey pictured how Beca and Chloe were probably looking everywhere except at each other.

“Do you…” Chloe’s voice was barely there, shaking with nerves. “Do you, you know, maybe want to… try that… without an audience?”

Aubrey stopped trying not to listen and instead focused all her attention on what was happening behind her (sorry, Amy).

“I… you mean, the, like, the… kissing thing?”

“Yeah. Only if you want!”

“Well, there’s—I’m still—Jesse,” Beca muttered, and Aubrey wanted to roll her eyes. She’d seen that one coming a mile away, too, and no one had listened.

“Oh.” Aubrey winced at the disappointment in Chloe’s voice.

“But,” Beca said quickly. “I… well, he and I aren’t…”

Aubrey’s heart rate picked up.

“Look,” Beca sighed, “let me talk to him first, and then, you know, maybe we can try… that… not with an audience? I’d—I’d like to.”

Aubrey could almost feel the excitement coming off Chloe without looking at her.

“Yeah, that’s—totes.”

“Totes,” Beca said, and with great timing; the rope holding Amy up snapped, and she fell with a shout directly on top of Cynthia Rose and Flo.

“Um, great work!” Aubrey shouted over the chaos. “The teamwork was really…” she trailed off, no one listening to her, and glanced back in time to see Chloe reach out her hand and Beca take it, smiling at her more softly than she believed possible.

Well, thought Aubrey, satisfaction creeping through her. Maybe Truth or Dare doesn’t always have a bad ending.

[notfunnydean]

We will never forget you

This is for @spnhiatuscreations

-> week 1: in memoriam (characters who have died)

Dean sits down on the camping chair and looks up into the sky. He isn’t sure how to feel, so he concentrates on his beer instead. It’s quiet out here, nobody really around at this side of the sea.

“You okay?” Sam asks, when he walks around Baby and then sits down on a blanket, he put there earlier.. Dean wants to roll his eyes at that, but Sam is still watching him, so he doesn’t.

Dean is not really okay. His whole body is hurting and he is pretty sure that he broke one or two ribs, when the ghost threw him against the wall, but he wouldn’t tell Sam that. So he just does, what he always does.

“I’m fine.” Dean replies slowly and Sam nods, even though they both know it’s a lie, but that is their things. Dean leans back in his seat, looking back to the stars. Sometimes he imagines Castiel walking around them, even though he knows that’s Bullshit.

“Hello Dean, Sam.” Castiel says, when he appears next to them and Dean is a bit surprised, when Castiel sits down on the blanket as well. The angel seems exhausted, just like Sam and he are and Dean nods his head.

Sam holds out a beer for Castiel to take and even that is happily accepted. Dean takes another gulp of his own one, Sam holding out some food as well, but nobody really is in the mood for that, even though Dean is hungry.

It’s quiet for the next minutes, the sun finally starting to go down and the whole landscape turns a dark orange. Dean wishes he could appreciate something beautiful like that,

“So… how are they?” Dean asks finally and Castiel looks up at him. Castiel smiles at least, so that calmes Dean nerves already a lot. Sam concentrates on Castiel as well and he takes his sweet time to answer.

“They are all… fine.” Castiel says and Dean snorts. So they are not really fine, but are at least coping with it. Sam nods his head in understanding, his shoulders relaxing a bit, but Dean knows that he had hoped for another answer.

“I mean they are all dead, no surprise here.” Dean says and Sam glares at him, while Castiel frowns at those words. Maybe the angel doesn’t really see the Death as an end, but he is also the only one, who can visit them.

“Dean.” Sam says in a warning and Dean nods, drinking from his beer again. He is not trying to get drunk, he knows that doesn’t help anyway, when Sam gets up again and walks back to the Impala.

Dean frowns and turns around in his seat, looking at his brother. Sam looks over the trunk at them and grins.

“Cas? Is it possible that they can look down at us, just for a second?” Sam asks and Dean wants to protest. He doesn’t want them all to see, that they still didn’t win. That there is still so much evil outside and they have no idea how to stop it.

“I suppose I could try that.” Castiel answers and Sam comes back to them. Dean raises his eyebrows, when he sees that Sam actually got their old fireworks out of the trunk. Dean had bought it for New Year’s but forgot about it, when they got another case.

“Uhm.” Dean coughs out, but nobody listens to him. Instead Sam puts the fireworks down, where the dirt is a bit loose and Castiel gets up as well. Sam looks up into the stars and Dean knows he can’t be the spoilsport now.

He doesn’t help Sam, but at least he gets up and stands next to him. Castiel is standing a bit in front of them, ready to use his grace. Sam holds out another lighter and Dean takes it.

“Okay be ready.” Castiel says and then he holds his hands up. Dean knows Castiel’s eyes are glowing by now, even though he can’t see it. The grace flows around Castiel’s arms and up to heaven.

Dean has no idea what he expects, but then Castiel lowers his arms and comes back to them, he is smiling.

“You should have five minutes.” Castiel says and Dean isn’t sure what to do. Sam kneels down and the first rocket shoots to the sky a second later. Sam grins and then goes back to his brother.

“Mum, that was for you. We miss you and I’m so glad you told Dean that angels are watching over him. You were so right.” Sam laughs and Dean wants to elbow him, but since his mother is probably watching, Dean just shyly waves up to the sky, feeling like an idiot.

“Oh.” Castiel says and he is smiling, when he realizes what Sam is actually doing. Dean just huffs and then goes to fire up the next rocket. It’s a bright blue and Dean smiles a bit.

“Dad? Cas told us you share a heaven with, Mum. I really hope you are alright and we… we do our best here.” Dean says a bit quiet, but he is sure that his father heard them. Sam puts his arm around Dean’s shoulder and Dean leans against him.

“Next one is for Bobby. We miss you, you idjit. God I always wanted to say that.” Sam snickers and Dean has to laugh as well. Yeah while he misses his mother the most, Bobby is actually second place. Dean wishes he would still be here and keep their asses safe.

Dean’s turns again, so he waits for the rocket to explode. It’s a bright red and Dean knows, who that would fit perfectly.

“Charlie, you were like a little sister to me and I know you died, because you tried to save me. I can never thank you enough and I miss you.” Dean says and this time it turns a lot more sad. He tries to blink some tears away.

“I miss her too.” Castiel says and Dean smiles at him. Yeah he had seen how good friends those two were, even though they didn’t see each other so often.

“Kev man. We know you are in heaven now and I’m glad you finally found some rest! We miss you buddy.” Sam says after the next rocket is a bright green. Dean nods to himself, still feeling horrible guilty because of Kevin’s death.

When they are quiet, Sam goes over to the rockets again and this time does three at once. Dean raises his eyebrows, but then he understands.

“Ellen, Jo and Ash. You were for sure the coolest hunters we ever met and I wish we hadn’t pulled you into all this crap, but I promise we will fight for you.” Dean says and Sam nods. Dean feels already a bit better, just hoping they can really see him.

“Next ones are for Pamela, Rufus, Kaia, Eileen and Adam. We didn’t spend enough time time with you, but be sure you will always be missed.” Sam says and stays kneeling at the last two rockets. Dean smiles through his now glassy eyes.

So many people died on their route. So many they left behind. He feels horrible, but he hopes they understand, that they really are missed and Dean would fight for all of them. Castiel next to him is very quiet.

“J-jess, this one is for you. I’m sorry, I never wanted that.” Sam only says and when he comes back to them this time, there are tears running down his cheeks. Dean opens his arms already and hugs his brother.

Dean tears up himself, when he hears how Sam quietly sobs against his jacket. They both ignore the last rocket and Dean sees how Castiel slowly walks towards it. Dean is surprised when the rocket blasts into the sky.

“Amelia and Jimmy, I’m sorry for everything I did. I hope you will understand me some time, but I promise I will watch over your daughter.” Castiel says and Dean sees how the angel blinks away some tears as well. He waves him over and for the first time, Castiel seems really relieved about a hug.

Sam chuckles through his tears, when they are all three standing there, just hugging. Dean looks back up to the sky, not letting go of Castiel or Sam and he prays, that they all saw this.

Sometimes…. chick-flick moments are okay.

“In memoriam to the best family.” Dean whispers into the quiet night. He doesn’t get an answer, but he doesn’t need one.

[destiel-love-forever]

Coda 14x18

I fixed it <3 

(#obviously spoilers if you haven’t watched)

Read on AO3: Coda 14x18

At some point during the burning of Mary's body, Dean stormed off to the impala and left. With a silent look, Sam went after him and Castiel stayed, seeing that the hunter's funeral was finished properly. He stood there for hours. Part of him knew he was using it as an excuse to stay away from Dean. To put off the impending heart break. He has to go home eventually though.

Home. Can he call it that anymore? Dean is his home. But the man's voice echoes in his head “You're dead to me.”

You're dead to me.

You're dead to me.

You're dead to me.

It's late when Castiel gets ho- to the bunker. The place is deathly quiet, a strange absence of noise considering the state of the place. Chairs are broken. Lamps. A bottle of whiskey lays broken on the floor, a splatter of the liquid on the wall above where it now rests, shattered in a puddle on the floor.

That's how Castiel finds Dean. Shattered. In a puddle on the floor. Cradling a new bottle of whiskey to his chest. It looks like he tried making it to his bedroom but gave up halfway down the hall. He lays broken. Not crying. Not angry. Just staring off into the distance with a blank expression.

Not bothering with words, Castiel walks to the man and picks him up. Dean doesn't even argue as he's carried bridal style to his room. That's how Castiel knows this is bad. Very bad.

He places Dean on the edge of his bed, hovering his hands inches away in case the man falls over. When he decides that Dean is stable, he reaches down to take the whiskey.

Green eyes snap up, focusing for the first time. “No.”

“Dean. You need rest.” They fight over it like children until Castiel pauses the tug of war, the two of them holding it at once, holding hands at the same time, whiskey suspended in the air. “I won't take it away. I'll just put it on the bedside table. Right here. Nice and safe. Okay?”

“Safe,” Dean echoes in a whisper.

“Yes. Safe. You can grab it and take a drink whenever you need. Okay?”

“Safe.” Dean's eyes lock onto him again. This time, it feels like he's telling Castiel instead of asking. But what? What's safe? Dean is safe? Because Castiel is here? Or Castiel is safe? Because Dean doesn't hate him like he said?

You're dead to me.

You're dead to me

You're dead-

“Cas,” Dean starts.

“Yes?”

“You saw her?”

Castiel gets down on a knee to look Dean in the eye. “I did. Her and your father.”

“What-” he pauses, sniffing and wiping away a few tears. “What were they doin’?”

“They were watching the sunset. Sitting on the porch swing of a house overlooking the lake.”

“Were we there?”

“No.”

Dean drops his head, looking at his lap. “Oh.”

Unable to stop himself, Castiel adds, “Sam and Jess live in the city nearby with their three little ones. He got his law degree. He uses it for social activism. They visit at least once a week.”

Still not looking at Castiel, Dean huffs a laugh. “And let me guess? I'm some alcoholic no one acknowledges? Black sheep? Maybe come home for a holiday now and then just to fuck it up.”

“No, Dean. You are happy in their world. You live a life that, in Mary's mind, would make you happiest.”

Dean looks at him, nibbling on his bottom lip. “What is it?”

“What?” Castiel asks, even though he knows what Dean is asking. He's terrified to tell Dean what he saw. He thinks maybe he should lie. It feels like a betrayal to lie, though. A betrayal to who, Castiel doesn't know, but a betrayal nonetheless.

“What's my life like there?” There's so much vulnerability im Dean's eyes. It takes Castile's breath away, and he knows he doesn't stand a chance. Of course he will tell Dean. Even if it changes nothing. Even if he still breaks his heart after.

You're dead to me.

“Happy,” Castiel chokes out. He clears his throat and clarifies. “You went to college. Got a degree in criminal justice. You're a detective. A very good one. You live in a beautiful home just a few blocks from Sam. Your kids are best friends with his. You're - you - you're married. Happily married.”

“To who?”

Castiel forces himself to maintain eye contact. “Me, Dean. You and I are married.”

The shock he expected doesn't come. Instead, Dean's lips tilt up in a ghost of a smile. “And we have kids?”

“Yes. A little boy that looks just like you, but with even more freckles. And a little girl with my black curly hair and blue eyes.”

“They're biologically ours?”

“Yes. I'm human. So we can grow old together. We used a surrogate. First your sperm. Then the next one mine.”

Dean's lips part in a breath. “I bet they were beautiful.”

“Yes. They were.”

“Very unrealistic though.”

The subtle hope that had been swirling inside Castiel sparks and fizzles out. He swallows around the lump in his throat, looking away quickly so Dean can't see him blinking to try and fight the tears.

You're dead to me.

“I would never go to college,” Dean says with laughter in his voice. “Plus, I'm too old for that shit. And with two rugrats running around? No way. I'd be exhausted. Especially if they have our DNA. I think I'd own an auto shop. Like Bobby's. I always felt at peace when I was workin’ on cars.”

“Wait.” Castiel snaps his eyes to Dean. When he blinks, a tear slips down his cheek. “It's unrealistic because you wouldn't go to college?”

“Yeah.” Dean reaches out a shaky hand, touching Castiel's face with just his fingertips, almost like he's checking to make sure he's still real. “The rest is nice, though. The rest we keep.”

Castiel leans into the touch and holds his breath. It only takes a second before the sadness returns, making Dean pull his hand away and slump his shoulders. “There's no sorrow. There's no guilt. Just joy.”

“What?” Castiel asks.

“That's what you told me and Sam about my mom's heaven. There's no sorrow. There's no guilt. Just joy.”

“Yes.”

Dean nods, his eyes going blank like when Castiel first saw him. “Maybe I should die. Maybe it'd be better. I'd like a life like that. I want that life. Not this one.”

“Oh, Dean.” Castiel scoots closer. “That life isn't real.”

“But it's better.”

“Dean-”

“I can't do this anymore, Cas. I can't live this life. I can't handle the sorrow anymore. I can't handle the guilt.” Dean gives him a broken smile. “Like today. The things I said to you. That was unacceptable. That's not how you deserve to be treated.”

“It's fine, Dean. You were-”

“No,” Dean nearly growls. “No. It's not okay. I'm not okay. And the way I treat you. The way I'm always treating you? Not. Okay.”

Castiel nods. “You're right. It's not okay. It needs to stop.”

“It will. I swear. I'll be better.” Dean’s eyes meet Castiel's. They're watery and red. “We could go. We could be in that world instead. Together. I'd probably be a shitty husband and a shitty father, but I'll try, Cas. I'll try really fucking hard.”

“No, Dean. We are staying here. Alive. In the real world.”

“I don't like this world anymore.” Dean closes his eyes, a tear slipping down his freckled cheek. “I'm not sure I ever did.”

Castiel stands up. He shrugs out of his coat. Then kicks off his shoes. He removes Dean's flannel. The man keeps his eyes closed, just letting Castiel do what he wants. It isn't until they're beneath the covers, Castiel holding Dean tight to his chest, that Dean finally opens them again. He blinks, finding himself nose to nose with Castiel. When he breathes in, he breathes in the angel. He wants to hold it inside himself forever. Even if his lungs burst.

“We'll build that life here, Dean. You'll see. We can be happy. Even with sorrow and guilt, we can be happy.”

“Happy,” Dean whispers. It sounds like a request.

“Happy,” Castiel replies. It sounds like a promise. “I swear to you Dean Winchester. I'll give you your auto shop. I'll give you those beautiful children. I'll give you anything I possibly can.”

“Me too, Cas. I'll give you everything. I'm tired of feeling like this. I'm tired of keeping it all bottled up. It's not fair to you.” Dean rubs their noses together. “I'm sorry for today.”

“I know.”

“You could never be dead to me. Even when we lost you, even when you were physically dead, I still saw you everywhere. I still longed for you. Missed you. Needed you. Dreamt of you.”

Castiel releases a shaky breath. It's everything he's ever wanted to hear. He's terrified. And thrilled. He's shocked. And happy.

He's happy.

“I love you,” Castiel whispers against his lips, pushing thoughts of the darkness away.

Dean presses closer, planting a kiss without actually kissing him. “I love you, too,” he says against his mouth.

He pulls away only to lean back in and kiss Castiel again. They kiss until they forget everything but themselves. Then they fall asleep tangled together. In the morning, they'll begin to rebuild. This time, they'll do it right.

[saunteredslowlydownward]

Born As the World Burns verse Headcanons: Season 5

Sympathy for the Devil

Emma wants so badly to smack Becky.  What a creep.

While Dean is still unable to forgive Sam, Emma chooses to forgive him right away.

She and Dean still haven’t resolved the hurt that Emma felt about Dean calling Sam a monster.

“Are you guys serious?” when Bobby demon gets angry at Sam for starting the Apocalypse.

Foolishly steps in front of Dean at the storage unit when Zachariah shows up - get’s herself angel smacked for the trouble.

Being a vessel is a bloodline thing - that means Emma is both a viable vessel for Michael and Lucifer.  That’s got to have some sort of impact on things.

Bobby: “That was the demon talking.”  Emma: “I knew it!”

Gives Bobby a kiss on the cheek before they leave the hospital. <3

Good God, Y’all

When Castiel says he’s going to find God, Emma makes a “Dogma” reference - about finding him on the boardwalk playing skeeball.

“It would figure that War is a man.”

Tells Sam that if going off on his own is what he needs to do, then that’s what he should do, but she will miss him.  A lot.  And he better stay in touch.

Free to Be You and Me

Still mostly stays in the backseat even though the shotgun seat isn’t occupied by Sam.

“Who are Bert and Ernie and why are you so sure that they’re gay?”

Emma obviously does not go along with Cas and Dean when they go to get Cas laid.

They pick her up from wherever on the way back to the abandoned house where they run into Raphael.

The End

Actual Emma doesn’t get taken forward to see the future, but there is a 2014!version of Emma at Camp Chitaqua.

Though I would totally love to do a version of the episode where it’s Emma that ends up in 2014, either with or without Dean.

Half tempted to say that Emma is among the girls in Cas’ cabin getting ready for the orgy.

She’s cold, hard, but also fiercely loyal.  There’s a distinct possibility that Dean doesn’t allow her to leave camp.

Fallen Idols

If he hasn’t yet, Dean has to teach Emma about the wonder that is James Dean.

Complains about the clear lack of female representation at the Wax Museum.

I Believe the Children Are Our Future

On Sam's side with telling Jesse the truth.

Cas to Sam: You didn’t. (As in make the right choice)  Emma: And he didn’t have all the information either, did he?

The Curious Case of Dean Winchester

Changing Channels

Dean insists it was Emma that wanted to watch "Dr. Sexy, M.D.”

Once again, Emma is not on board with killing a god.

ends up in scrubs as an intern on Dr. Sexy

dressed as one of the booth babes on the Japanese game show

keeps getting “cast” further and further from Sam and Dean - cause sehs' not supposed to have a role in the Apocalypse

Procedural cop show - she’s the innocent bystander who found the body

Knight Rider- she’s not even there

The Real Ghostbusters

Will physically stop Becky from touching Sam if she has to.

Manages to find quite a bit of humor in the idea of a Supernatural con.

Until she meets a girl that has gotten the Amazon symbol as a tattoo.

At the gravesite when Demian and Barnes are freaking out about the real bones, she points out to Dean “You know you two come across as a couple of psychopaths, right?”

Instead of making the actress face the ghosts, Emma trades clothes with her and does it.

Abandon All Hope

Bonds with Jo and Ellen, drinking with Cas.

Dean demands that she stay behind with Bobby.

Like Emma’s gonna go for that.  She steals a car from the scrap yard and chases after them.

So, not actually a headcanon, but do no hunters actually know basic first aid?  They hardly did anything to stop Jo’s bleeding.  It’s called putting pressure on the wound, people!

Emma catches up with them at William Jasper’s farm (or just misses them in the verse where she meets Lucifer).

Sam, Interrupted

Emma has a bad feeling about this job.

All the more so when they meet Martin.  She keeps it very close to the chest who she actually is.  There’s no non-supernatural option as to why Dean has a kid Emma’s age all of a sudden, after all.

Swap Meat

I have a feeling Gary might not know what to make of Emma, possibly hit on her.

The Song Remains the Same

Stuck behind because Cas doesn’t have that much juice.

My Bloody Valentine

Emma gets hungry for man flesh.  In both ways.

Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid

Emma really likes Karen.  She full on cries when they have to take her out.

Hugs the crap out of Bobby.  Obviously it doesn’t fix anything, but he fucking needs one damn it!

Dark Side of the Moon

Emma is downright shocked when she goes to Heaven - she had assumed that she was going to be doomed to Purgatory.

Pretty much all of her happiest memories revolve around Dean, a few around Sam.

“Sam… I’m pretty sure that if someone like me deserves Heaven… apparently… the you *definitely* deserve it.”

When “Mary” gives her speech about everyone leaving, Emma stubbornly points out that she hasn’t left him.

Emma grabs the Samulet out of the garbage can on her way out.

99 Problems

So pissed at Dean for running off.  Especially when she finds out that he went to say to goodbye to Lisa. (not for the goodbye itself, but for the giving up that it implies)

Point of No Return

Before raising Adam, the angels try to kidnap Emma to take Dean’s place.  When she proves to be as stubborn as her father, then they move on to plan C.

When Dean says ‘yes’, it’s the first time that Emma calls him Dad, cause she yells out “DAD NO!”

Hammer of the Gods

Whatever Greeks are there get a bit possessive over Emma, since she is technically one of theirs.

The Devil You Know

Two Minutes to Midnight

Goes to Delacroix to retrieve de-powered Cas.

Emma has never been sick before so Pestilence hits her particularly hard.

“Sammy, if I hear you call yourself the least of us again, I might just have to smack you.”  Emma won’t stand for that self hate from him.

Swan Song

Emma makes an attempt to talk to Lucifer… but it doesn’t go well.  He snaps her neck just like he does Bobby’s.

Goes with Dean to Lisa’s.  She doesn’t know what else to do, really.  She promised Sam that she would look after Dean and she plans to keep that promise the best that she can.

[italianexotiicbeauty]

（ ｂｅｌａｔｅｄ ！ ）Mother's Day, 2022.

– WEST HAVEN, CONNECTICUT.

To say that May was a difficult month for Mary wasn't an understatement. Mother's Day, her best friend's birthday and her mother's birthday – all within a short span of time from each other.

And she still felt guilty about never being able to resolve the issue of abandonment with her best friend before she died. This visit in its entirety was going to be like it always was for her – difficult.

– ST. LAWRENCE CEMETERY

Stepping out from behind the wheel of the soft blue Honda CR-V, Mary bumped the driver side door shut with her hip before walking towards where she knew her mother was buried. Inside the mausoleum wall, right over her own mother – Dolores who had passed away in 2012. "Happy Mother's Day to you both," Her voice was quiet as she placed bouquets of orchids and lilies of the valley in the niche flower vases. She was dressed in all purple with a drawing of the Eiffel Tower on her shirt – which might look weird but it was two of her mother's favorite things. Her nails even looked strange – pink with the all too familiar ribbon on each ring finger, because Dolores had been a breast cancer survivor ( but it had metastasized into her liver and became inoperable ). "Oh gosh this is so strange … being here by myself, normally I come with Kelly and we make the rounds to both cemeteries so we can see Nonna Rita as well." She swallowed back the tears and cleared her throat.

" – I had considered just writing you a letter but I still don't remember a whole lot from before my accident in 2008. Kind of would have been a moot point right if I can't recollect events but when Kelly brings them up? The feelings attached to those situations still resonate. Too bad memory loss only takes the memory and not the feelings left behind, it is … such a struggle with utter confusion and frustration otherwise. Suppose this is what people with full blown dementia feel like? Confusion and frustration over not being able to remember things?" Her eyebrows furrowed a little as she looked down at her feet, hands coming up to brush away the tears as they fell. " – I made no promise to myself about not crying, because I knew I was going to cry. I mean who wouldn't cry about visiting two graves on Mother's Day? No less than ten days from one's birthday – someone that didn't deserve to die. Not saying you deserved it Grandma Doe – you were very sick, lived a full life, and your body was just ready to go even if in spirit you weren't."

Squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, Mary was quiet and taking deep breaths now before speaking again. One hand moving to tuck long stray strands of dark hair behind each ear as she found her voice again. " – So, I have a confession to make, Mom. Through some friends of mine … they located the man that killed you. And I did something – I'm not going to say what I did because it does not matter. I don't feel guilty about it and I still don't think a ghost or spirit goes much of anywhere once it is no longer on this plane or the astral one. He deserved it – only because you weren't the monster, we both know who deserved to be killed – can't tell me any different." Her voice a hushed whisper as she wiped away more tears, " – We all have skeletons in our closets and some are worse than others. You know he ( meaning her ex father who she refused to address by name ) earned it just as much as that man did. I'm not going anywhere – since hell exists about as much as heaven does." Her eyes rolled at the mention of both, "All it ever was … was a book written by men who couldn't think of any way to explain how anything was made or happened."

– She means The Bible, lapsed Catholic remember? She's fairly certain that not even science can explain it fully either, but she's not looking for explanations from either.

"... Though I get the feeling that Dean, Jesse and possibly Constantine would try and convince me otherwise. At least in regards to hell anyway." Another roll of her eyes but this one was more playful, "Two out of the three have been there apparently, that's my skepticism talking about whether or not it exists as much as the other place." Clearing her throat, she stopped when her watch beeped a few times. Looking down at it, she frowned. " – I should have come sooner but I'm due for a remembrance gathering on the West Coast in Astoria, Oregon. Good thing I have photos of you, Grandma Doe and Grandma Rita for it – wonder if I'd be allowed to light all the candles for everyone – that's not even a joke but I'm not sure how folks who don't understand that people with extraordinary gifts exist … would feel about that?" With a sigh and drying the last remaining tears, Mary pressed each hand at the tips of her fingers to her lips – before pressing them to each marker.

" – Rest easy the both of you." Taking her leave of the mausoleum and returning to the rental car, she made her way back to Bradley International to return it. Going through security and finding her gate, she took a seat on the floor before falling over … hiding her face with both arms as she began crying in heavy sobs.

[wayoutrp-blog]

VIRGINIA BEACH, VIRGINIA SETLIST

Under the read more are the set lists and schedules for the Virginia Beach, Virginia show! Feel free to use the set lists for reference as to who’s sharing a stage, which songs are performed, etc. Each show we’ll be changing up the people who share a stage and orders of performance.

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We will give thirty points to both bands in the event of a surprise collaboration.

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The following are the points from last show’s contest:

Rachel Berry - 170

Eureka Serpent - 130

Reflective Smoke - 80

Mercedes And The Oracle - 50

Wilde - 20

Cool Cool Cool - 10

Mousetrap - 10

Puddle of Peace - 0

Les Ladies - 0

Indigo - 0

Santana Lopez - 0

VENUE ONE:

ACT ONE - Indigo

Cool Girl

Moments

The Way That I am

Symphony (Clean Bandit Cover)

Love Ballad

Got Love

Heroes (we could be)

Not On Drugs

Rather Be (Clean Bandit Cover)

Not Made For This World

Timebomb

High You Are (What So Not Cover)

Talking Body

My Gun

Habits

ACT TWO - Mousetrap

Everything

Outta My Mind

Chunky

Bulletproof

Sugarcube

Welcome To The Family - Watsky (Cover)

Limousine

The Meanest

Old Ways

Freestyle

Pass The Mic - Beastie Boys (Cover)

Wet Brain

Dreamin

We Can’t All Be Heroes

Dispensary Girl

Rosana

Stupefied

Scenario - A Tribe Called Quest (Cover)

ACT THREE - Mercedes And The Oracle

Future People

Dunes

Hang Loose

Shoegaze

Guess Who

Heartbreaker

Miss You

On Your Way

Joe

Be Mine

Don’t Wanna Fight

Gimme All Your Love

Sound & Color

You Ain’t Alone

Over My Head

ACT FOUR - Rachel Berry

hummingbird heart

animal love i

animal love ii

welcome to new york ( cover - taylor swift )

forever is a long time

don’t make me believe

parasites ( unreleased, new - surprise cover w jesse st. james )

uuu ( unreleased )

honey ( unreleased )

no promises

better off ( cover - ariana grande )

are you satisfied ( cover - marina and the diamonds )

woman up

**crushcrushcrush ( cover - paramore ) // encore

**skin and bones // encore

VENUE TWO:

ACT ONE - Bone Apple Tea

Colonic

Gold Chain

Tickle My Taint

Good With My Hands

The Craft

Business Is Pleasure

Prone Cobra

Robot Dick

ACT TWO - Puddle of Peace

Honey

A Dark Congregation

Molasses

City Traffic Puzzle

Tidal Wave (unreleased single)

Don’t Wake Me Up

Lions Roar

The Artist

Magnolia

Crawling Towards The Sun

Unsafe Safe

Not Your Concern

Break The Sky

Hospital Bed Crawl

Wine Red

ACT THREE - Wilde

Gasoline

Alone

Sorry

Ghost

Hopeless

Hurricane

Drive

Devil In Me

Don’t Play

Angel On Fire

Young God

Roman Holiday

Now Or Never

Heaven In Hiding

ACT FOUR - Eureka Serpent

Brianstorm

Snap Out Of It

Crying Lightning

The View From The Afternoon

505

Fire Meet Gasoline (piano Sia Cover)

One Point Perspective

Mardy Bum

No. 1 Party Anthem

Do Me A Favour

Cryin (Aerosmith Cover)

Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?

Do I Wanna Know?

Arabella

One For The Road

I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor (encore)

R U Mine? (encore)

VENUE THREE:

ACT ONE - Santana Lopez

New Rules

IDGAF

Hotter Than Hell

Garden

Be The One

No Goodbyes

Begging

Homesick

Last Dance

ACT TWO - Les Ladies

Tempt My Trouble

Hallowed Ground

The Chain (Fleetwood Mac cover)

Lyin

Dream

The Fire

Hi-Lo (Hollow)

Wild Horses

Move Like U Stole It (ZZ Ward cover)

Water

White Flag

ACT THREE - Cool Cool Cool

Turn Into

Gold Lion

Heads Will Roll

Hey (Pixies Cover)

Black Tongue

Y Control

Runaway

Warrior Woman (Yoko Ono Cover)

Cheated Hearts

Mysteries

Maps

Dragon Queen

Soft Shock

Zero

Shame And Fortune

ACT FOUR - Reflective Smoke

I Love My Friends

Waste

Coming of Age

Call It What You Want

Broken Jaw

Pay The Man

Pseudologia Fantastica

Houdini

Lotus Eater

Pumped Up Kicks

Loyal Like Sid & Nancy

Don’t Stop

Sit Next To Me

Nevermind (encore)

Pay The Man (encore)

[supergirlimaginesfic-blog]

Lena Luthor x reader (No more masks, I won’t hold back)

Request: "The candy is for the trick or treaters not you, quit eating it all " with lena       

a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN you wonderful ghouls and pals of mine! Whether you celebrate it or not, have a kickass day, stay safe, and do all the things you want to do, no matter what it is that makes you happy - today and all the days!!! :D

Anyway... how was THAT for an episode that we just watched?? I am STILL reeling about all the Supergirl Ladies content we are having and I have never felt so ALIVE!!!

Here’s a short cute one for y’all though! I freaking LOVE domestic Lena alright!! I swear it is the greatest concept and not only does she deserve this, but we too also Deserve This. Now also imagine Lena having to deal with someone who has approximately zero impulse control?? That’s you this time LMAO. Happy Halloween and happy Tuesday!!

- - - - -

There were only two occasions you ever looked forward to in your life, and since your birthday wasn’t considered a national holiday by the nation yet (how rude of them honestly) you had to settle for the next best thing.

Autumn was your favourite season - you romanticized every single aspect of it that could possibly be cherished to the high heavens and back again. The crunch of leaves on sidewalks under your boots, and leather jacket and sweater weather made you come alive when the rest of nature around you was settling down and shedding.

The colours around you and the anticipation of keeping away indoors to stay warm - it was what kept you going, to say the least.

Even the pumpkin flavoured everything you didn’t bat an eyelash at, and so often some of your friends have expressed their ire of your tendency to go overboard with the festivities.

How could you have helped yourself if it was just simply more fun to act like a suburban housewife and decorate your entire house in Halloween decorations and buy an army’s worth of candy rather than to deny yourself the simple happiness of doing so?

Naysayers be damned, you’ll eat your themed cookies and ensure everything from your house to your car to nearly every single orifice of your body smelled of pumpkin, you’ll eat all your Halloween candy and only regret it for the next few days, and you’ll damn well call anything and everything ‘spoopy’ until the retail industry pries it from your cold, dead hands and forces aisles and aisles of Christmas decorations down your throat.

It was also Lena’s first official Halloween, and much to your friends’ amusement and great exasperation, this very fact seemed to make your excitement reach unprecedented heights.

She’s only been your girlfriend for something just over half of a year, but already you could very well say you knew each other well enough to not be so surprised by each other’s funny quirks.

After you finished work you barrelled right through your front door and darted into the shower the instant that you could, throwing on your favourite obnoxiously bright coloured knit sweater and sneaking six packets of candy into your pocket, for later, obviously.

You promised Lena to bring out all the stops for her first Halloween experience, and you were beyond ecstatic that you got to be the one who did this for her.

You were pondering just how lucky you were to have Lena in your life as you laid out the ready to bake Pillsbury pumpkin and ghost cookies before putting them in the oven.

You’d tried convincing Lena that she didn’t need to leave work too early; Halloween is a late affair anyway.

For her part, she seemed just as excited as you about celebrating, perhaps it was your zealous eagerness that was infectious, but more and more Lena was becoming as taken with the day as you were, and you thought it was absolutely adorable.

Still, her text message to you made it evident she was insistent about coming home early to be with you.

Lena: “I let Jess go home early again... I’ll see you soon :)”

you: “was she just as perplexed as she was the last time you told her to go home early?”

Lena: “It seems as though she’s stopped asking questions and just accepted it.”

you: “seems wise, especially considering what you get up to when you do leave early, I imagine she wouldn’t want to know anyway ;)”

Lena: “And you seem to be wanting to push your buttons tonight, what makes you think you’ll get so lucky?”

you: “you are the light of my life and I am more than lucky to take anything you are so gracious to give me, Ms Luthor”

Lena: “Yeah, yeah, I get it. No need to kiss ass, I’ll see you soon babe ;)”

you: “Love you! Can’t wait <3″

You grinned to yourself as you put the cookies in the oven, marvelling at just how easily it is to smile when it comes to your girlfriend.

With nothing much else left to do, you sit down on your couch and peruse through Netflix’s Halloween selection, wondering if you could convince Lena to watch a horror movie with you.

It’s probably about fifteen minutes later and you’re in the middle of the third episode of Mindhunter when you hear the door open and you turn around to catch the figure of your girlfriend by the threshold.

“Hey babe,” you smile broadly as you take notice of her casual clothes.

“Hi yourself, (Y/N),” she says, walking over to your place on the couch as you lean your head back for her to give you a kiss.

She glances at the TV and squints her eyes suspiciously at you, “you started another episode?”

Your eyes widen and you try to hide your sheepish smirk, “no.”

Lena raises a stern eyebrow and you’re becoming less and less successful at hiding your guilty grin.

“I don’t like it when you lie to me, (Y/N).”

She leans down closer to your lips and you can feel her breath. You move up to kiss her but she dodges the move.

“Uh-uh, tell me the truth,” she says slowly.

You stare up at her again, your head leaning back as you gaze at her chastising look upside down. You smile softly to yourself at the sight of her, the teasing and fondness masked behind a veil of reprimand, and you think you zone out for a little bit in a dopey trance when you hear her click her tongue at you in frustration.

“Don’t do that.”

“What? What did I do?”

“How am I supposed to be angry with you if you keep looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” you ask half curiously.

Lena takes a deep breath and a smile forms on her lips, she shakes her head as she grabs your cheeks and kisses you.

“I can never say no to that face of yours, even if you do try to sneak some TV behind my back.”

“I did not,” you grumble petulantly, watching as her eyebrow arches again when she makes her way to sit beside you. “Entirely.”

“Mhm, right,” she remarks with a fond smirk. “How was your day, darling?” She presses up against you and leans her head on your shoulder.

“It was awesome, everyone dressed up which isn’t really something I’d expected. How about you?”

“It was a day... It’s rather difficult to talk Kara out of an idea once she has one, isn’t it?”

“What did she do now?”

“I believe she and Winn had some bet which she lost, so she walked around the office today in one of those inflatable dinosaur costumes that are always circulating the internet?”

You burst into laughter at the thought and wondered how Winn convinced Kara to walk around in an obnoxious costume for a day when her crime-fighting extracurriculurs were to be considered.

“I don’t really think she considered that she could actually lose,” Lena answers your wordless question.

“Those are always the best bets.”

“So what’s on the agenda today? Are you going to make me watch some ridiculous horror movie so I can snuggle up next to you?” Lena asks conspiratorially.

Despite yourself, you blush at the remark and try to hide your grin.

“I was, actually.”

“You’re so transparent,” Lena says, laughing as she moves in to kiss you.

“Not my fault you’re so irresistible,” you retort with a little pout.

Lena levels her look to you and mumbles against your lips, “you don’t need an excuse to hold me, (Y/N).”

“It’s Halloween anyway, what else could get us into the mood-”

Lena interrupts you as she kisses you, moving so she’s straddling you and pushes you into the couch.

“I know plenty that could get us in the mood,” she comments in a low voice.

She grinds softly into you and you groan, your hands moving to her hips as you chase her lips.

The rustling of something Lena’s disrupted distracts her and she looks down at your leg. She eyes your pocket suspiciously before she snaps her eyes up at you.

“Do you seriously have candy in your pocket?”

“No,” your eyes widen and you make a valiant effort to hide the humour in your lie.

“You’re in a dishonest mood today, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it this is my favourite!”

“Darling, I love you, but your sweet tooth is entirely ruining the meaning of ‘assorted candy’. You get to keep whatever is in your pocket for the rest of the night,” she says with a half-serious warning.

“Yes ma’am,” you mutter as you try to tug Lena back towards you.

“Nope,” she says, refusing to let herself be pulled in.

You look at her with your best puppy eyes and make a grand pout, blinking your eyes in utter sadness and deprivation.

“You’re going to burn the cookies. Don’t think you can use me as your excuse for gross negligence,” she remarks with a mischievous smile.

Lena moves back to her seat on the couch and you make a great show of slowly getting up and dragging your feet toward the kitchen, muttering just loud enough so she can hear.

“I guess! I guess I’ll go, I guess! I didn’t want kisses anyway, it’s fine!” you continue until your voice is nothing but a muted lament from the kitchen.

You take the cookies out of the oven, exceedingly impressed by Lena’s timing, no doubt, and you eye the bowl of candy that’s on the kitchen counter next to the tray of cookies.

You move to stick your hand out and you make just the slightest ruffling sound when you hear Lena’s voice calling out to you from the living room.

“The candy is for the trick-or-treaters, not you. Quit eating it all!”

You drop your jaw slightly in surprise and wonder if Lena’s got eyes on the back of her head.

“Hurry up and get back here before we’re interrupted for the remainder of the night and you regret all of your choices.”

You nearly slip in your socks rushing back to Lena, catching that look of amusement that you’ve noticed is becoming a common expression of hers, her eyes crinkled and lips twisted into a subtle smirk as she watches you dive onto the couch beside her.

True to her observation, you’re about half an hour into Friday the 13th Part VI when the beginnings of the never-ending doorbell mark the start of the evening.

You, being the child at heart, are exceedingly impressed by the sheer number of Supergirls you see; pirate Supergirl, zombie Supergirl, you think you see a velociraptor Supergirl to which you were witness to a brief argument of, ‘it’s Halloween I can be whoever I want to be’, and you whispered to the kid your shared affinity for dinosaurs, to which you received a beaming smile.

You can’t help it but you laugh when you see a child dressed in a laughing-crying emoji costume, and it wasn’t long at all before Lena’s become envious of you that she’s joining you at the door.

In between Halloween-goers, you find yourself sat on the stairs and you’re making out with Lena like two teenagers with the house to yourselves before the next doorbell interrupts you, and you always half-heartedly groan at the distraction and Lena dutifully shoves you toward the door.

Once, a solitary scientist shows up at your door, her mother standing a few feet away from her and the small girls looks up at your tall figures.

“Hi, I’m a scientist,” she says, completely opting out of the traditional greeting.

“That’s awesome, you probably need all the energy you can get to save the world, right?” you say as you drop some candy into her bag.

“Yeah, my mom says too much candy isn’t good though.”

“She’s right, my girlfriend is a scientist too, she only eats healthy food.”

The girl looks up at Lena and her eyes widen in wonder.

“You’re a real scientist?”

“I am, aren’t you?”

The girl tilts her head and her eyes widen again in realization. “Yeah.”

Lena grins as the girl happily waves goodbye, skipping to her mother who’s shaking her head in amusement at her daughter.

When it’s later in the evening and the number of trick-or-treaters has dwindled and you’re almost finished your third movie, you interrupt the B-horror movie you and Lena had opted for in favour of light conversation.

“You gonna dress up next season?” you ask as someone on the screen trips over their own feet.

Lena’s head is leaning against your shoulder and she snuggles closer to you under the blanket draped over you two.

“I suppose so, I definitely will when we have kids of our own though.”

You think you feel your heart skip a beat and you hear the low trumpeting of your heart in your ears. You think you’re projecting, totally having misheard Lena and you don’t dare comment on it at all, lest you make everything awkward and more troubled than it ought to be.

Your silence goes entirely noticed, however, and you don’t have to see Lena to know her eyes have shot to the size of golf balls and you can feel her entire body tense beside you.

You keep your eyes stubbornly trained on the TV, trying to steady your breaths but you learn that the mindful attempt of regulating a natural phenomenon is far too much work.

Lena’s uncharacteristically stuttering when she speaks up, “I just- I meant, that if... in the circumstance that could ever be a possibility-”

You move your arm and put a hand on her knee, your other arm bringing her in close and you squeeze reassuringly.

“Kid talk already, eh?”

You feel her indignant blush and you laugh, feeling her sink her head deeper into you if it were even possible.

“I’m sorry, I’m just bugging you,” you amend gently. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper as it’s muffled by your clothing.

“So we’ll get there when we get there. And I know I can take on everything with you, and I in fact want to.”

You squeeze her again and feel her wrap her arms around your midsection, you adjust yourself accordingly to let her.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think I could have a better Halloween partner than you.”

“How charming and thoughtful of you to say,” she says in a teasing lilt, taking her head out of somewhere from under your arm and resting her chin on your shoulder.

You turn your head slightly to look at her, adding an afterthought.

“Or a better partner in general.”

She looks up at you through her lashes, studying the soft look your face has taken when you look at her, and after a long moment she purses her lips for a kiss.

You turn your body to her and smile into her kiss, grinning at the soft exhalation of air she lets out when she melts into your touch.

You tug on her waist to bring her on top of you, Lena falling into your lap easily as you run your hands up and down her back in a soothing motion. Lena moans lowly in your mouth as your hands slip under her shirt, finally touching skin.

She rocks into you softly and your jaw drops a little, Lena’s touch tracing your lip gently before nipping at it.

You think you feel so viscerally shaken when Lena abruptly pulls away, leaving you feeling particularly cold and at a loss of contact.

By the time you figure out what’s going on, she’s already just made it to the bottom of the stairs.

“Hurry up, babe, or you won’t get to see the other costume I have in store for you.”

For the life of you, you think you black out momentarily when you process Lena’s words, and you think in that split second of seeming eternity, you caught a glimpse of your whole life flashing before you.

If there was any indication of eager excitement on your face, Lena most certainly caught it if the wink and sultry eyes she gives you is anything to go by.

You were proud to say you tripped only once bolting up the stairs; that and a handful of other bruises you garnered that night surely ended up being worth your troubles.

[ghostofviper]

Requests Open

Request Rules:

Open until 11-7-17 at 12:30pm PST

1. I don’t write for WWE. Aleister Black, Pete Dunne, Tyler Bate and Trent Seven are the exception to this rule. Other than that send anyone in.

2. I always acknowledge request asks. If I didn’t respond I didn’t get your ask, so please ask if you didn’t get a response when requests are closed.

3. I tailor the requests how they come to me during the writing process. I don’t take specific requests for smut, fluff, angst, etc. I never know what direction a story is going until I start writing it, so what comes out is what you get.

4. I have no problem receiving multiple requests from people. Send in as many as you want.

5. COMMENT AND REBLOG! This a serious motivator. It’s hard to write not knowing if people are enjoying.

Send me a name and number. I’m not combining any requests this time as it is too difficult with song lyrics.

Thank you everyone!

1. “Cause you know I get excited when you get jealous.” Jealous by Nick Jonas and Tinashe

2. “If you’re under him, you’re not getting over him.” New Rules by Dua Lipa

3. I wanna taste her lips, cause they taste like you.” Girl Crush by Little Big Town

4. “I don’t know your fucking name, so what, let’s fuck” A.D.I.D.A.S. – Korn

5. “You make me wanna show you anything goes” Alexis Texas – Cruel Youth

6. “Baby as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did.” Alone – Halsey

7. “The time bomb is ticking and no one is listening.” - Another Way to Die – Disturbed

8. “I’m bad at love, but you can’t blame me for trying.” Bad at Love – Halsey

9. “You look like my next mistake.” Blank Space- Taylor Swift

10. “If you wanna go to Heaven you should fuck me tonight.” Young God – Halsey

11. “When I look at you, I wanna get a room.” When I look at You – Lesley Roy

12. “I ain’t nice, no I’m quite a dick, I’m the bad guy who’s making you sick.” Villain – Theory of a Deadman

13. “Come here boy, I want to dance. Before I said a word she was taking my hand.” Play it Again – Luke Bryan

14. “It hurts to say out loud, looks like she’s really gone now.” Today – Gary Allan

15. “Everyone wants to know if we fucked on the bathroom sink.” Strange Love – Halsey

16. “I don’t mind if you take what’s yours, but give me mine.” Sweet Things- The Pretty Reckless

17. “Drive the women folk wild, shoot ‘em all down with a flash of your pretty smile.” Just Like Jesse James – Cher

18. “I am the dark. I am the sin. I am the beast that lies within.” Love is Cold – Georgi Kay

19. “Everyone’s tellin’ me what you been doin’, who you been screwing.” - Twisted, Britney Spears

20. “You thought you were gonna throw it back in my face, but tell me how do my leftovers taste?” My Leftovers – Porcelain and the Tramps

21. “You taste so sweet, but I can’t eat the same thing every day.” Leave Me Alone, P!nk

22. “When you’re out in the club, don’t think I’m not and when you’re out making love, don’t think I’m not.” Don’t Think I’m Not- Kandi

23. “You desired my attention, but denied my affection” White Blank Page – Mumford and Sons

24. “You’re in my veins and I cannot get you out” In My Veins- Andrew Belle

25. “You used to make me smile, now you make me sick.�� Feelings Fade – Gnash

26. “I’m not that girl anymore..” I Dare You – Bea Miller

27. “Through all the tears and all the lies.” - So Happy I could Die – Lady Gaga

28. “Some asshole broke me in, wrecked all my innocence.” Diamond Heart – Lady Gaga

29. “You can have my body, but you can’t have me.” Prisoner – The Pretty Reckless

30. “I’ll never tell you who I love.” Trapeze- Dia Frampton

31. “Most don’t mess with a guy like me.” Guys Like Me - Eric Church

32. “You can’t escape my affection” Summer Bummer – Lana Del Rey

33. “It’s 4 am and my lover won’t answer. He’s probably somewhere with a dancer.” 4am – Melanie Fiona

34. “I’m good for being a bad girl. I’ve got a way to bring you to your knees.” Bad Girl - Trash Palace

35. “You’re a Rolling Stone boy, never sleep alone boy, got a million numbers and they’re filling up your phone boy.” Ghost – Halsey

36. “You texted me to say you made a mistake. Couldn’t say it face to face.” Just Like You – Allison Iraheta

37. They tried to warn me.” You Lie – The Band Perry

38. “I know you dream of her while you sleep next to me.” I Can’t Stop Drinking About You – Bebe Rexha

39. “Now I’m gonna give him what he wants and more. Do all those extra sick things that I told you no.” Dramatic – Britney Spears

40. “If you want to go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight” Young God – Halsey

41. “I know who you are, and if you want a little company tonight, you need a little love I can give it to you right.” Wakin’ Up the Devil – Hinder

42. “Throw me against the wall, bite me on the neck. Like end of the world break up sex.” Apocalyptic – Halestorm.

43. “You’re one he rushes home to. You’re the one he gave his name to.” Does he Love You– Reba McEntire

44. “I’ll pretend that I want you for what is on the inside, but when I get inside I’ll just want to get out. “ Slutgarden – Marilyn Manson

45. “That lipstick on your collar ain’t my shade of pink.” Dirty Laundry – Carrie Underwood

46. “I’m not going to be the Queen to the King of Apology.” King of Apology – Jana Kramer

47. “I want to paint my face and pretend that I am someone else.” Stand Still Look Pretty – The Wreckers

48. “Either make the time or just forget me. I’m not trying to run your life.” Give it to me Right -- Melanie Fiona

49. “You want me, come find me. Make up your mind.” Call Me When You’re Sober – Evanescence

50. “It’s such a pity a boy so pretty with an ugly heart.” Ugly Heart by G.R.L.

51. “The truth is it was all pretend….all along I was sleeping with your best friend.” The Truth is… - Theory of a Deadman

52. “You make me sick. I want you and I’m hating it. Got me lit like a candlestick.” You Make Me Sick – P!nk.

53. “You don’t want to see how ugly I can be. Lie awake planning my revenge out.” The Worst of Me – Saving Jane

54. “You don’t have to say you love me, cause honey I don’t care.” Baby I don’t Care – Transvision Vamp

55. “You fit me better than my favorite sweater.” Blue Jeans – Lana Del Rey

56. “Everybody loves you. Baby you’re the king of the night. And I’m the only one making sure I’m keeping out of your sight.” Trouble for Me – Britney Spears

57. “You’ve got the moves. Got the lines. Promise them it’ll turn out fine.” Boys Like You – Carter’s Chord

58. “You say I drink too much. You say I fuck too much. So what the hell am I supposed to do?” Gluttony – Buckcherry

59. “You had me thinking you were Heaven sent, but you were gone once the money was spent.” Dead to Me – Hinder

60. “You walk in and my strength walks out the door. Say my name and I can’t fight it anymore.” Right Kind of Wrong – Leann Rimes

[crybabydx]

okay i’ve been up all night trying to close these damn loops so this is my theory

it’s saturday morning at 8:15 am, jess and her autistic son leave to drop him off at special needs school which is apparently open on saturday. it’s her day off so she’s going to spend it with her friends on the yacht which was planned the day before. she gets in a car accident at 8:17 killing them both in the process. unable to accept that fact that she died while being somewhat abusive to her innocent child who is special needs, her ghost chooses to remain in purgatory due to her guilt and inability to accept death. greek legend, sysiphus, son of wind  god aeolus (name of cruise ship), cheated death and was punished by zeus for eternity to push a rock up a mountain. this story mentioned twice in the movie alludes to the fact that jess is in this self induced continuous loop where she has to “get back to her son.” she’s lost in pergatory and did not go to heaven due to the fact that she was abusive and pergatory is the place you go after death to atone for your sins until you’re soul is pure enough to be met by god. the taxi driver comes to collect her soul at the end of the loop once again, where they are standing there looking at the car wreckage, while death says there’s nothing anyone can do to save the child, but she isn’t ready to accept that or cross over yet, so she chooses to relive the loop over and over again, desperatly trying to change the inevitable.

on the cruise ship, the time is 8:17 , and there are already around at least 50 loops that’ve taken place, indicated by the amount of dead bodies of each person present that she kills on the cruise ship. time doesn’t exist in pergatory or heaven or hell, that’s why her time of death remains the same throughout the loop , and continues indefinitely. 

the loop begins when she wakes up on the yacht with no recollection of the car accident, as if she had already dropped off her child and went about her day as planned, although she does wake up from a bad dream, which are just memories of her from the previous loop.

either death allowed her to go back to earth to resolve her business if she promised to come back, like in the story of sysphus, or, . perhaps she was given a chance to go back to earth because the car accident wasn’t her fault and she was given the chance to absolve herself of her sins. i don’t think she’s forced in this loop for eternity, rather, she chooses to not let the taxi driver take her to her final destination. she chooses to stay in purgatory because she refuses to accept her child’s death. she’s a lost soul. and contrary to popular belief, i highly believe that she did NOT kill her son by accident in an angry rage. she loved her son and would literally kill her friends, albeit with hesitation, to get back to him. she was a good mother, flawed, but good, who loved her son, enough to cheat death, and go through continuous loops of carnage (killing her friends and boyfriend to stop the loop) for eternity if it gave her another chance to be with her son.