#I forgot lyle’s tattoo

[pignk]

[lylethewaterguy]

[deatheatet]

So, everybody. Z-Dog x Walker One-shot won the poll so here it is

-Zhang's POV-

Z-Dog was standing with me when the rest of the squad was supposed to wake up. I know it botheres her that neither Mansk nor Walker were in our group,that she had to wait longer.Z had been chewing on the inside of her mouth for nearly twenty minutes. I made a mental note to tell the Colonel to get Z some gum,force if he had to. Z never realized she was doing it,so I nudged her with my elbow and she looked at me

"Hell was that for?"Z asked

"Your chewing your cheek"I told her. She hissed,still weird knowing we hiss like cats now, and cursed.

"Goddamn it! What the f-" She cut her swearing off with a pissed look. I remember her say something about it being subconscious I think. Well if she didn't get any gum at least Ja might be able to do something,or keep a bunch of extra packs on him like when we were human When it came time for the next group of our squad to wake up,Me, Z-Dog and Fike were there so no one pulled another Colonel,woke up and went to swinging when they see blue. Next group was Mansk,Warren,Walker,Ja and Prager.Z-dog went to Mansk first. I helped out Warren, people actually thought we were a couple as humans,but we're both straight as Lyle's sniper shots. Well,Warren was bi,so was I,we just preferred women. After Z-Dog heard Walker grumble a little and shoved the scientists away Snarling "Get that fuckin light outta her goddamn eyes"

-Walkers Pov-

My eyes fluttered open and i blinked away some blurriness,and saw an avatar.... She looked familiar till "Hey there Baby. glad to see ya woke up" My ears shot up in recognition, fuckin great,that means I'm Blue...and dead. It was... Was it really,Z... the answer was yes,once I saw the tattoos, always with the fuckin tattoos.

"Z?" I asked, Christ my voice was fucked up, sounds like I choked a little to much.

"Good mornin Sleeping Beauty" Z smiled,it all fell back in place so easy. Our normal teasing,our jokes and everything. "Still sexy,even in blue baby" Z said winking at me when I raised up,and realized that my fuckin ass was showing because of the Fucking gown those damn science pukes put me in. "Funny, asshole"I retorted grinning a little.

After a couple hours and the Colonel's briefing,he must have been good to make a joke dispite having woken up swinging at his squad. Everything pretty much was the same for all of us,We were just taller,bluer and had tails with fangs. Wasn't much fun goin to the gym when we got so fuckin exhausted after only a couple hours,used to be we could go for damn near a day. Didn't matter, Colonel was assigning bunk mates now anyway,no doubt everyone would end up with their favorite team mate. Meaning Fike and I will be bunking, hopefully.

-Z-Dogs POV -

"Alright,all ya shut yer traps" Colonel said,his way of announcing bunk pairings were coming.

"All right so unfortunately,(he grumbles mid sentence "They stupidly forgot there's fuckin 12 of us") We all gotta bunk with someone,but i ain't bunkin with nobody,so there'll be three of ya sharin a room." of course,but I know he just wants some real time to be alone,He had asked bout Paz and the kid not long after waking up..Paz was KIA and no one knows what happened to the kid, wether he stayed,was killed, sent back to earth... Nothing. I got real pissed when I heard they didn't try to watch on the kid,still am actually. Doesn't matter,(It does) Any-Ah shit.

-3rd person POV-

Z spit blood into a trashcan, Quaritch looked at her. 'Remind them damn science pukes to get her some gum' Quaritch thought to himself. Either way he announced "Lyle and Mansk are sharing"

-Walkers Pov-

Ah,Mansk and Lyle. Means Z and I are probably bunking,thank God. I love Fike,he's my best friend,but Z helps with a lot. The list went on after.

Mansk & Lyle

Zhang & Warren

Prager & Ja

Me & Z

Fike,Brown & Lopez,then the Colonel on his own. I'm glad Fike's with Brown and Lopez,yeah they fight a lot but their both close with him. And Brown is a good thing because when Sean has a freak out he usually needs someone to hold him,Brown is his first option. He likes him more than friends but won't admit it because Brown seems straight as an arrow. Hell poor Sean forgets over half of our asses are all bi. The only real straight ones are Colonel,Lyle,Mansk,and Lopez. Ja and Prager honestly give me mixed signals on which one they are.

-Z-Dogs POV-

Thank God. I love Mansk but I wanna talk to Walker about some stuff.

After some more working out it was Lights out. There were bunks in the room,not bunk beds thank God. Walker was in the shower when I got there so I just put on some sweats and took my shirt off. So now I was in my sports bra and my sweats, honestly more modest than how I slept as a human. I was checking out a holo pad when Walker finished her shower.

-Walkers POV-

I finished my shower and dried off. I put on some shorts and my sports bra, basically a sleep version of my regular outfit. Either way I'm to damn tired for anything so I head out and Z's on the bed messing with a holo pad, probably trying to find a movie to watch. "Hey Z" my voice sounds weird,it's just. God I don't know how to explain it.

"Hey" Z responded, looking up at me. God,we spent so many nights together as humans why is it so weird being alone now in these bodies.

-Z-Dogs POV-

Walker looked nervous, can't blame her. No predicting these new bodies but it was something else,I can tell. She's shifting around and she won't look at me,and the tail gives it away.

"Hey, Maria?"

-Walkers POV-

"Hey Maria?"

My head snaps over,Z never calls me Maria like I never call her Alicia, unless it was when we were Fucking,well then we only said each other's first names when we were making love. If we were Fucking...eh I don't wanna mention what we called each other.

"What's wrong,Sweet girl?" Z asked turning my face to her and gently holding her hand to my cheek once I sat down on the bed. I sighed "Sort of. I'm happy we're together but..." I felt blood rush to my face,the second I said this I wasn't living it down

[fearlessbeauty13]

This my first blog on this app so apologize if I’m not doing something correct ( but I’ll learn )

The subject I want to hit on is FASHION but not JUST ANY FASHION - not what’s “ socially acceptable” … forgot to state I live in Sweden But I was raised since I was 2 in Houston Texas till 20 tears old ( another story for another time) bc if it was up to me .. I’d still be home in the South babyy!! But if don’t live in Sweden, people are so quick to judge and lord do they have shit to say.. yet they still with the same hair style they had since the 80s and SCARED to actually show them selfs.

I’m so happy and feel so blessed because I don’t care what.. if you ain’t help Pay my bills, raise my son all that good stuff … then honestly I love that you talking about me and keep me name known ! Miss Texas Aka Diamond ( no I didn’t give myself that name ) but Miss M.Monique babyy and if you do help me with any of those, then I know you love and accept me for the person I be and never judge.

Excuse my adhd rambling 😅 but it’s all real trill points made. What I want to stress is BE YOU! Why are people so scared to dye their hair ?? I’m natural red head, not ginger but some type gold that I was always told from hair stylist to family and friends never to touch bc it supposedly so rare 🙄 … Boring… hehe so I went straight black hair… then that got to boring so I used a product to fade the color then added purple … then that got to boring so I went ahead and put turquoise color and pink so I was looking like a hot mess bc I was doing it myself for the first time thinking I’m some professional color mixologist😅😂 BUT you LEARN from your MISTAKES!! And now I faded and bleached ( put a little to much stress on me hair using L’Oréal bleach. … should of stuck to manicpanic bleach … not saying L’Oréal bleach is bad but for my hair I and from what I’ve learned is you should of stuck to the same products.

Now I have this beautiful pink/peach and some back purple color - my mermaid look and I love it!!

I’ve got compliments and that’s Great, I’ve got looks like I’m crazy and that’s cool - to each it’s own but my favorite was the younger generation ( the young adults in there 20s - that age you finding YOU ! ) and I’ve had so many come up to me, how they live the color but how I’m not scared or worried and noticing there howling back so being able to give young adults both girls and boys to be them and it a supposed to be friend is embarrassed or negative … then baby let them go !!!

I’m also tattooed up. And ofc I get right away judgements but give me 2 mins and you’ll feel stuiped / bad for pew judging someone . I’m not punk rocker or metal ( but if that’s what make you feel you then do it ) I had a punk skater stage at like 16 but we go through stages . Now I sometimes customize my own clothing but I can go from sporty - adidas , Nike’s or whatever from top to toe . Change to chill with my lyle Scott hat and sweater , dress up in that little black dress to dresses that are so sweet and “Innocent” summer dresses . Shorts and my main love body Suits in all types !!

So don’t ever feel like you have to be what people want or except you to wear or be , act whatever it he case might be. And please if for example 4 of your best friends like that style but you not feelin it… then don’t!!! And I can’t stress it enough to my young ladies and boys ( queens ) or whoever even ones in my age. If whoever can’t accept you for being you. Then bye bye !!

Sorry this blog was a little scattered and went off my main points but I felt these points are so important and especially in this time when 16 year olds have pressure to look like like us grown adults with lip fillers and all that ! NO BABYY!!! Atleast wait till maybe 27-28 of age to do any face design - BUT ONLY AND AS LONG AS YOUR DOING IT FOR YOU! I myself do some face design but I started at age 29. And for my own securities.

Well for now ..: be true to you! Have fun ! And most of all @FearlessYourself baby

Follow me on Instagram - fb and if you really struggling then please message me, I might take a week ( i try my best to reply fast ) we can have a one on one Zoom meeting and first is free. I wish I could always be free but single mama and I need to pay are way . But my heart is in it and I study psychology, work in healthcare and in September going further with my degree.

Thankyou for reading and follow me !

Again @fearlessyourself <>< insta @miss_m.monique_13

[brightbeautifulthings]

MAYHEM BY ESTELLE LAURE BLOG TOUR & CHAPTER EXCERPT

The Lost Boys meets Wilder Girls in this supernatural feminist YA novel.

Available July 14th, 2020

It's 1987 and unfortunately it's not all Madonna and cherry lip balm. Mayhem Brayburn has always known there was something off about her and her mother, Roxy. Maybe it has to do with Roxy's constant physical pain, or maybe with Mayhem's own irresistible pull to water. Either way, she knows they aren't like everyone else.

But when May's stepfather finally goes too far, Roxy and Mayhem flee to Santa Maria, California, the coastal beach town that holds the answers to all of Mayhem's questions about who her mother is, her estranged family, and the mysteries of her own self. There she meets the kids who live with her aunt, and it opens the door to the magic that runs through the female lineage in her family, the very magic Mayhem is next in line to inherit and which will change her life for good.

But when she gets wrapped up in the search for the man who has been kidnapping girls from the beach, her life takes another dangerous turn and she is forced to face the price of vigilante justice and to ask herself whether revenge is worth the cost.

From the acclaimed author of This Raging Light and But Then I Came Back, Estelle Laure offers a riveting and complex story with magical elements about a family of women contending with what appears to be an irreversible destiny, taking control and saying when enough is enough.

About the Author:

Estelle Laure, the author of This Raging Light and But Then I Came Back believes in love, magic, and the power of facing hard truths. She has a BA in Theatre Arts and an MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts in Writing for Children and Young Adults, and she lives in Taos, New Mexico, with her family. Her work is translated widely around the world. 

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Read on for a special chapter excerpt of Mayhem!

three Santa Maria

“Trouble,” Roxy says. She arches a brow at the kids by the van through the bug-spattered windshield, the ghost of a half-smile rippling across her face.

“You would know,” I shoot.

“So would you,” she snaps.

Maybe we’re a little on edge. We’ve been in the car so long the pattern on the vinyl seats is tattooed on the back of my thighs.

The kids my mother is talking about, the ones sitting on the white picket fence, look like they slithered up the hill out of the ocean, covered in seaweed, like the carnival music we heard coming from the boardwalk as we were driving into town plays in the air around them at all times. Two crows are on the posts beside them like they’re standing guard, and they caw at each other loudly as we come to a stop. I love every- thing about this place immediately and I think, ridiculously, that I am no longer alone.

The older girl, white but tan, curvaceous, and lean, has her arms around the boy and is lovely with her smudged eye makeup and her ripped clothes. The younger one pops some- thing made of bright colors into her mouth and watches us come up the drive. She is in a military-style jacket with a ton of buttons, her frizzy blond hair reaching in all directions, freckles slapped across her cheeks. And the boy? Thin, brown, hungry-looking. Not hungry in his stomach. Hungry with his eyes. He has a green bandana tied across his forehead and holes in the knees of his jeans. There’s an A in a circle drawn in marker across the front of his T-shirt.

Anarchy.

“Look!” Roxy points to the gas gauge. It’s just above the E. “You owe me five bucks, Cookie. I told you to trust we would make it, and see what happened? You should listen to your mama every once in a while.”

“Yeah, well, can I borrow the five bucks to pay you for the bet? I’m fresh out of cash at the moment.”

“Very funny.”

Roxy cranes out the window and wipes the sweat off her upper lip, careful not to smudge her red lipstick. She’s been having real bad aches the last two days, even aside from her bruises, and her appetite’s been worse than ever. The only thing she ever wants is sugar. After having been in the car for so long, you’d think we’d be falling all over each other to get out, but we’re still sitting in the car. In here we’re still us.

She sighs for the thousandth time and clutches at her belly. “I don’t know about this, May.”

California can’t be that different from West Texas.

I watch TV. I know how to say gag me with a spoon and grody to the max.

I fling open the door.

Roxy gathers her cigarettes and lighter, and drops them in- side her purse with a snap.

“Goddammit, Elle,” she mutters to herself, eyes flickering toward the kids again. Roxy looks at me over the rims of her sunglasses before shoving them back on her nose. “Mayhem, I’m counting on you to keep your head together here. Those kids are not the usual—”

“I know! You told me they’re foster kids.” 

“No, not that,” she says, but doesn’t clarify. “Okay, I guess.”

“I mean it. No more of that wild-child business.”

“I will keep my head together!” I’m so tired of her saying this. I never had any friends, never a boyfriend—all I have is what Grandmother calls my nasty mouth and the hair Lyle always said was ugly and whorish. And once or twice I might’ve got drunk on the roof, but it’s not like I ever did anything. Besides, no kid my age has ever liked me even once. I’m not the wild child in the family.

“Well, all right then.” Roxy messes with her hair in the rear- view mirror, then sprays herself with a cloud of Chanel No. 5 and runs her fingers over her gold necklace. It’s of a bird, not unlike the ones making a fuss by the house. She’s had it as long as I can remember, and over time it’s been worn smooth by her worrying fingers. It’s like she uses it to calm herself when she’s upset about something, and she’s been upset the whole way here, practically. Usually, she’d be good and buzzed by this time of day, but since she’s had to drive some, she’s only nipped from the tiny bottle of wine in her purse a few times and only taken a couple pills since we left Taylor. The with- drawal has turned her into a bit of a she-demon.

I try to look through her eyes, to see what she sees. Roxy hasn’t been back here since I was three years old, and in that time, her mother has died, her father has died, and like she said when she got the card with the picture enclosed that her twin sister, Elle, sent last Christmas, Everybody got old. After that, she spent a lot of time staring in the mirror, pinching at her neck skin. When I was younger, she passed long nights telling me about Santa Maria and the Brayburn Farm, about how it was good and evil in equal measure, about how it had desires that had to be satisfied.

Brayburns, she would say. In my town, we were the legends. 

These were the mumbled stories of my childhood, and they made everything about this place loom large. Now that we’re here, I realize I expected the house to have a gaping maw filled with spitty, frothy teeth, as much as I figured there would be fairies flitting around with wands granting wishes. I don’t want to take her vision away from her, but this place looks pretty normal to me, if run-down compared to our new house in Taylor, where there’s no dust anywhere, ever, and Lyle prac- tically keeps the cans of soup in alphabetical order. Maybe what’s not so normal is that this place was built by Brayburns, and here Brayburns matter. I know because the whole road is named after us and because flowers and ribbons and baskets of fruit sat at the entrance, gifts from the people in town, Roxy said. They leave offerings. She said it like it’s normal to be treated like some kind of low-rent goddess.

Other than the van and the kids, there are trees here, rose- bushes, an old black Mercedes, and some bikes leaning against the porch that’s attached to the house. It’s splashed with fresh white paint that doesn’t quite cover up its wrinkles and scars. It’s three stories, so it cuts the sunset when I look up, and plants drape down to touch the dirt.

The front door swings open and a woman in bare feet races past the rosebushes toward us. It is those feet and the reckless way they pound against the earth that tells me this is my aunt Elle before her face does. My stomach gallops and there are bumps all over my arms, and I am more awake than I’ve been since.

I thought Roxy might do a lot of things when she saw her twin sister. Like she might get super quiet or chain-smoke, or maybe even get biting like she can when she’s feeling wrong about something. The last thing I would have ever imagined was them running toward each other and colliding in the driveway, Roxy wrapping her legs around Elle’s waist, and them twirling like that. 

This seems like something I shouldn’t be seeing, some- thing wounded and private that fills up my throat. I flip my- self around in my seat and start picking through the things we brought and chide myself yet again for the miserable packing job I did. Since I was basically out of my mind trying to get out of the house, I took a whole package of toothbrushes, an armful of books, my River Phoenix poster, plus I emptied out my underwear drawer, but totally forgot to pack any shoes, so all I have are some flip-flops I bought at the truck stop outside of Las Cruces after that man came to the window, slurring, You got nice legs. Tap, tap tap. You got such nice legs.

My flip-flops are covered in Cheeto dust from a bag that got upended. I slip them on anyway, watching Roxy take her sunglasses off and prop them on her head.

“Son of a bitch!” my aunt says, her voice tinny as she catches sight of Roxy’s eye. “Oh my God, that’s really bad, Rox. You made it sound like nothing. That’s not nothing.”

“Ellie,” Roxy says, trying to put laughter in her voice. “I’m here now. We’re here now.”

There’s a pause.

“You look the same,” Elle says. “Except the hair. You went full Marilyn Monroe.”

“What about you?” Roxy says, fussing at her platinum waves with her palm. “You go full granola warrior? When’s the last time you ate a burger?”

“You know I don’t do that. It’s no good for us. Definitely no good for the poor cows.”

“It’s fine for me.” Roxy lifts Elle’s arm and puckers her nose. “What’s going on with your armpits? May not eat meat but you got animals under there, looks like.”

“Shaving is subjugation.”

“Shaving is a mercy for all mankind.” 

They erupt into laughter and hug each other again.

“Well, where is she, my little baby niece?” Elle swings the car door open. “Oh, Mayhem.” She scoops me out with two strong arms. Right then I realize just how truly tired I am. She seems to know, squeezes extra hard for a second before letting me go. She smells like the sandalwood soap Roxy buys sometimes. “My baby girl,” Elle says, “you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to see you. How much I’ve missed you.”

Roxy circles her ear with a finger where Elle can’t see her.

Crazy, she mouths. I almost giggle.

[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 8x02: “What’s Up, Tiger Mommy?”

THEN: Dean’s back from Purgatory. Dean had some assistance from a vampire in getting out. Cas didn’t make it out. Kevin, our new reluctant Prophet. The demon tablet and the vital info it has.

Chicago, Illinois.

Box #1.

An “extremely valuable” bone.

This bank teller was so sweet.

RIP bank teller. Killed by Mr. Vili.

“Is it too much to ask if we can swing by and check on my mom?”

"’Swing by?’ It's a day's drive in the opposite direction. You know that, right?”

Come on, Dean.

“He's [Crowley] probably got the place stacked with bodyguards right now, protecting her so that when you do show up, they'll pounce on you both.” That’s a fair point...but come on, man. Let the kid see his mom.

“Can you really not understand why I want to make sure she's okay?” Kevin got you there.

Neighbor, Michigan.

Mrs. Tran!

Dean can pick out all the demons: the mailman and the gardener.

RIP demon. Killed by Dean.

RIP other demon. Killed by Sam.

(Some poor bastard had to find those bodies.)

:’)

Backwards exorcism, NICELY DONE SAM!

RIP Eunis/demon. Killed by Dean.

“Mrs. Tran, your friend was possessed by a demon.”

“Have you ever seen ‘The Exorcist’?”

“Is that what you've been doing all year – watching television?”

pfft.

“Prophet of the Lord, huh? It does have a nice ring to it.” It does!

Kevin already knew that Sam and Dean wouldn’t be able to convince his mom not to come.

“It's not my soul I'm worried about. It's my son's.” Like a good mother. :’)

“Kevin, you want to back us up here? Came all the way down here to pull her out of the fire, and now she wants to jump right back in.”

“Like I can tell her what to do.”

The Trans gotta get tatted.

ohhh

“What, like it's my first tattoo?” YAS, MAMA TRAN’S A LEGEND

Tattoo time!

Mrs. Tran’s getting tattooed like a champ!

I love how she holds out her hand for Kevin to hold. How sweet.

Laramie, Wyoming.

“All right. Positive thoughts.”

Welp. The power of positive thinking did nothing. The tablet’s gone.

Sam and Dean suited up quick.

Clem Smedley.

We’re gonna good cop/extreme bad cop this one.

Purgatory Flashback!!

“Where’s the angel?”

OOOHHHHH.

I’M MCLOSING IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RIP monster. Killed by Dean.

What a great scene.

Impala > European car. Any day.

Lyle.

“That your car outside?”

“What's it to you, mail-order?”

EXCUSE ME.

“I got it. I notice you're driving with expired tags, maybe because you just acquired it in a trade, and I'm guessing that means you haven't registered it yet, which means you haven't paid the tax. Is that correct?”

LINDA MOTHERFUCKING TRAN.

“Kevin, average blue book on a 2010 Ferrari F430 Spider?”

“$217,000.”

“And the 5% Wyoming tax?”

“$10,850.”

“$10,000. Something tells me you're the type who might balk at a tax bill that big.”

“W-what is this, an FBI audit?”

“No. But my brother, who happens to work for the Wyoming tax assessor's office could arrange that if he thought something untoward was happening here. So what's it going to be – the tablet or that piece of Eurotrash crap you call a car?”

She’s the best!!!!

Beau.

They have been cordially invited to a supernatural auction.

“I am the right hand of a God, after all – Plutus, specifically.”

“Is that even a planet anymore?”

Aww come on, Dean.

Instead of saying ”fine”, Beau says “copacetic”. Fancy.

“Well, thank you, Mr. Peanut!”

SAM. NO. NOT THE CAR.

“They didn't mean it, baby.”

Damn it, Dean.

HOW MANY FREAKING WEAPONS DID HE TRY TO SMUGGLE IN?

Clever of them to cover up the tablet so no one could read it. Plan A is out, as usual.

Hello again, Crowley.

Mothers and punching the rulers of Hell. My favorite thing.

“Listen to Moose, Squirrel.” Dean’s first “squirrel”.

Oh my god, I almost forgot! Samandriel aka Alfie. (Did Naomi send him?)

“You know, there are some in Heaven who still believe, despite his mistakes, that Castiel's heart was always in the right place.”

“Are you one of them?”

“I think too much heart was always Castiel's problem.”

The iconic line.

OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT.

Cas probably thinking “Damn it, he found me.”

Their first hug.

“Damn, it’s good to see you. Nice peach fuzz.”

Dean’s so happy to see Cas. He introduces Benny and Cas like they’re at the bar, grabbing some drinks and not in the middle of Purgatory, being hunted at every moment.

“Why'd you bail on Dean?” Benny’s going there immediately. 

“Look, we were surrounded, okay? Some freak jumped Cas. Obviously, he kicked its ass, right?”

“No.”

“What?”

“I ran away.”

S h i t.

“You bailed out and, what, went camping? I prayed to you, Cas, every night.”

“I know.”

k i l l me.

“Cas, we're getting out of here. We're going home.” I could honestly cry.

“Purgatory has an escape hatch, but I got no idea if it's angel-friendly.”

“We'll figure it out. Cas, buddy, I need you.”

And the hits just keep a-coming.

“Let me bottom-line it for you. I'm not leaving here without you. Understand?”

“I understand.”

Cas internally deciding he’d go with Dean as far as he can...before letting him go.

[This, what happened in and out of Purgatory, was when I realized how much Dean loved Cas. Here is where I started shipping Destiel full time. I have no regrets.]

Plan B is hacked credit cards, $2,000 in cash, and a Costco membership card.

“Let's start the bidding with, um, three tons of dwarven gold?” Plan B is out.

Time for Plan C...whatever that may be.

“This isn't the men's room.” lmao Dean.

Mjolnir.

Our bank teller...and Sam’s disturbance at that.

Plan C is freaking gone.

Plan D.

The bid off between Samandriel and Crowley is hilarious.

Kevin’s up for bidding alongside the tablet.

“No, stop! I'll give you whatever you want. I have a 401(K), my house.”

“Good effort, Ms. Tran, but I'm afraid this is a little out of your price range.”

Sacrifice > quantity.

“This little lady's soul is the most valuable thing she has. It's everything. Are you willing to offer everything, Mr. Crowley?”

Shut up, lmao.

Mrs. Tran wins the bid...and loses her soul.

“Losing my soul – is it going to hurt?”

“Probably.”

“Will I die?”

“No. You'll just wish you were dead.”

That’s coming from the person who had first-hand experience at being soulless.

“Dean, this sucks.”

“Are you kidding me? We're about to close the gates of Hell forever. If you ask me, we got off cheap.”

But it still sucks.

Samandriel offers to take and protect Kevin.

“Oh, no, no. The last time that angels tried to help my son, I watched them die, and Kevin went missing for a year.”

They kept up the continuity there.

I wonder how Mr. Vili was worthy of Mjolnir.

“What are you gonna do with her soul?”

“Whatever I want. I might sell it, or maybe I'll just tuck it away with my other precious objects, let them keep me warm at night.”

Eww, skeevy much?

Crowley, goddamn you.

“And all it cost me was an island in the South Pacific. I love a bargain.” Beau was cheap.

RIP Plutus. Killed by Crowley.

RIP other guy. Killed by Crowley.

Sam is worthy!

RIP Beau. killed by Sam.

“Where'd you get the 5/8 of a virgin?”

RIP Mr. Vili Killed by Sam.

Sam should’ve kept that the Hammer.

Damn it, Dean. You should’ve just exorcised him.

“I know we're not mates, Kevin, but one word of advice – run. Run far and run fast. 'Cause the Winchesters – well, they have a habit of using people up and watching them die bloody.” Big yikes. That’s gonna stick with Kevin and Dean for a good while.

:( Mrs. Tran was catatonic after that.

“It was Crowley, Sam. No matter what meat suit he's in, I should have knifed him. I mean, yeah, it would have sucked, and I would have hated myself, but what's one more nightmare, right?” oof.

Kevin and Mrs. Tran are gone.

GODDAMN IT.