#Jo and Cas are always so fun to shoot with

[heykrashly]

Sixth house.

Palamedes Sextus // @cassylvan

Camilla Hect // @wyyrdplayy

Photography // @heykrashly

[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

“And how’s Cas?”

“How’s--” Dean stumbled as Dr. Moseley fixed him with a smile. “He’s great. Hasn’t been able to make it to the last few meetings because of Classics Society.”

“Mmm.” Dr. Moseley’s smile grew. “You know, Dean, if I’m not mistaken that boy was coming to book club just for you.”

Dean let out a nervous laugh and then glanced at his phone. “Dr. Moseley, I gotta go, traffic’s gonna get real bad soon.”

“Alright. Drive safe. And remember what I said about Cas.” She winked at him and Dean turned and sped out of her office as fast as he could. 

Dean and Cas had been randomly assigned as roommates freshman year, and they were now halfway through their senior year of college and still living together. Dean couldn’t imagine it any other way--and he couldn’t imagine Cas thinking that way about him, the way Dr. Moseley (his English professor and the faculty sponsor of KSU’s book club) was implying. 

Because Cas was just like that. If someone needed something, Cas was the first person to offer to help. He loved to tag along on adventures and offered great advice and was never upset to end up the designated driver when their friend group went to parties. 

Sure, Dean had been nursing a pretty intense crush on his best friend for about three years now, but he had already accepted that how Cas felt and how he himself felt were two different things. 

Or were they?

All afternoon, as Dean worked on his homework in the living room of their cramped apartment, Dr. Moseley’s insinuations crept through his mind, knocking him off his focus. Dean didn’t have time to be distracted--balancing a mechanical engineering major, English minor, and his job at the auto shop was enough work as it was. 

Cas came home at his normal time, when he got off work at the campus bookstore, and he greeted Dean with his usual “Hello!” before heading to the kitchen and making a fuck-ton of noise.

Dean sighed and set down his textbook, hauling himself off the couch and into the kitchen. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Cooking.”

“Cas, you don’t cook.”

“Maybe I do.”

“Uh-huh.” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Get out of my way.” 

Dinner prep went the same as always, except Dean was hyper-aware of every time Cas brushed against him or Cas’ gaze lingered on him. He managed to keep it together until after they ate, cleaned up, and watched an episode of Jersey Shore while making fun of all the people on it, but as soon as he could Dean escaped to his room and pulled out his phone to text their friend Charlie.

Dean, 7:45pm: hey charles i got a question Charlie, 7:47pm: shoot Dean, 7:50pm: does cas like me?

Dean’s phone rang about three seconds after he sent the message, and he answered it to Charlie practically guffawing in his ear.

“Shut up,” Dean said emphatically. “Are you saying--”

“Yes, Dean, yes.” Charlie was still laughing. “Literally since you two met. You could text Jo or Benny or Ash right now and they would all tell you the same thing. Hell, you could ask Sam, and he doesn’t even go to KSU.”

“I hate you,” Dean said.

“Don’t. Look, now you can shoot your shot. Cas definitely likes you. You should hear him rhapsodize about your eyes--”

Dean hung up on her.

He didn’t sleep well, tossing and turning with the knowledge that Cas might like him. Even with confirmation from Charlie, it still felt way too good to be true.

But maybe she was right. Maybe he should give it a go.

Dean sighed and dragged himself out of bed thirty minutes earlier than usual the next morning and set about making breakfast. Cas typically had a bowl of cereal, but he appreciated it when Dean made breakfast, and, well, what was it that his mom always said? The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach? 

Cas shuffled blearily into the kitchen at their normal wake-up time and poured himself a cup of the coffee Dean had made, draining it before finally saying, “Good morning, Dean.” 

“Mornin’. I made breakfast.” Dean gestured at the table and hoped Cas’ hadn’t gotten cold. 

“Thanks.” Cas took his seat at their minuscule kitchen table, took a sip of his orange juice, and then took a look at his plate before promptly spitting it out.

Dean raised an eyebrow, anxiety swirling in his gut. 

“S-sorry,” Cas said, swallowing before looking up at Dean, eyes wide. “Did you mean for the--”

“Toast to be shaped like a heart? Yeah.” It sounded worse, and so goddamn cheesy, out loud. Dean would have spit out his orange juice, too.

“Charlie told me something might happen but I thought she was messing with me,” Cas said, his voice full of awe. He was still staring at Dean and it was almost too much.

“Charlie told you--I’m gonna kill her,” Dean vowed.

“Please don’t.” Cas was smiling now, and it was too much, so Dean did the only logical thing and crossed to the table before hauling Cas out of his chair. With Cas’ face mere inches from his and Cas’ pajama shirt balled up in his fist, Dean froze. Cas’ gaze was patient but searching. “I’m glad she told me,” Cas whispered, and that was that--Cas was closing the gap and they were kissing. 

Dean had daydreamed about this moment for a long time, but never quite like this. Objectively, it should have been an awful kiss--Cas had terrible morning breath that also tasted vaguely like orange juice, and it was a little off-center at first, and Dean was pushing Cas into the table in a way that couldn’t possibly be comfortable, but it was also perfect.

Dean eventually forced himself to come up for air. Cas was grinning at him, wide and gummy, his lips spit-slick from the kiss, and Dean couldn’t help but smile back.

“That was nice,” Cas said.

“Eat your damn breakfast,” Dean replied, but he could tell that he sounded too happy to be serious. 

(Cas’ breakfast did end up getting cold, but Cas said it was more than fine.)

[45percenterthen]

merry christmas @rambleoncas from ur spn fam secret santa !! sending all the love to u, ely 🥰🎄 i’m SO sorry this is late, pls absolutely yell at me i’m the worst 🙃 had such a fun time writing this tho, hope u love it ! <33

In which Sam and Eileen are not the comedy duo they think they are, a new board game is invented, and Dean and Cas learn a valuable lesson about the perils of ice skating. (2.7k, minor angst followed by ridiculous festive fluff, read here on ao3)

As a child, Dean picked his scabs. Forever scratching at his knuckles, knees, the scarred backs of his elbows. The rhythmic scrape and peel of it. Absentminded in the backseat of the car, or sitting next to Sammy in whatever run-down motel of the week, one eye trained on the door. A life built on rituals and routine; Dean was bound to form some of his own.

There’d been this one vamp in Des Moines, back in ’93. Towering beast of a guy. Dean was pinned up against cold brick in a dimly-lit alley, something sharp digging into the back of his knees and something sharper rising in the back of his throat. Better Dean be bait, of course, than some random civilian. But Dad wasn’t there yet. The guy was at full-fang, teeth inching towards his neck, and Dean was casting silent prayers skyward that Dad had killed the rest of the nest by now, that he was on his way, that this was all still part of the plan.

The vamp had roughed him up a bit, but Dean had given as good as he got, punching and kicking and spitting and punching, smart mouth working overtime to distract from the trembling of his hands. And then, finally, seconds from the precipice: Dad was there. His blade sung as it sliced through the thing’s neck, spraying blood and bone and gristle. And Dean was saved. Dad had grinned, clapped a hand on his shoulder. You did well, son. And Dean had looked up at him from where he’d crumpled to the ground, as if he could float up from the gutter on just those words alone. Let his head tip back to hit brick, lip split, face cracked with blood and pride. In the car back to the motel he was glowing, the compliment sinking into split, aching flesh like a balm. His hands were still shaking, though. Dean had tucked them under his thighs so Dad wouldn’t notice.

He wore his scabbed knuckles like a badge of honour, scratching at the welts in neon-lit diners, reaching out occasionally for faux-attacks on Sam’s fries. He’d wanted it to scar. Wanted to peel away at ruined skin until his knuckles were pink-raw and silvery. A souvenir of a hunt well done, of Dad smiling at him like he’d done something right. Of the four people they’d saved from the nest. Dad’s words rattled around his hollow insides like he could live off them the next few weeks. Scrape. Peel.

Twenty-something years later and Dean hasn’t managed to shake the habit. But as he walks into the bunker’s library, surveys the scene like an audience member of his own life, Dean thinks he’s managed to break a lot – a lot – of others.

“Check it out, Sammy!” He shoves bloodied knuckles in Sam’s face, smiles at him through a mouthful of gingerbread. “Think it’ll scar?”

Sam’s next to Eileen at one of the tables, two slices of cake in front of them, the sound of It’s A Wonderful Life echoing from tinny laptop speakers. It’s balanced precariously on some dusty spell-books, just as a bowl of popcorn is suspended between the armrests of Sam and Eileen’s chairs. Dean’s been watching the politics of the bowl’s positioning with great amusement; Sam’s previous attempts to tilt it to his own side have resulted in glares of ranging affection (and one shoulder-punch) from Eileen. The bowl was swiftly returned to original formation.

At the sight of Dean’s hand, Sam’s face instantly wilts, recoiling like Dean’s smacked him with it. Eileen winces slightly, signs ‘you're such an idiot’, smiling around a mouthful of cake.

“God, Dean, we’re eating–”, Dean smirks harder, crumbs threatening to overspill. “–you’re so gross.” Sam cranes his neck to make eye contact with Cas across the room, shoots him a grin. “Besides – that’s what you get for taking Bambi out on the ice.”

Cas leans back in his chair, head tilted, eyes narrowed suspiciously. One of Dean’s old flannels rolled up to his elbows. He regards Sam like he’s practicing spontaneous human combustion via telepathy.

“I have very little in common with an animated deer, Sam.”

“Only the coordination issues,” Claire chips in from opposite Cas.

“Whose side are you on?” She smiles sweetly at him.

Dean steals a piece of Sam’s popcorn (“other hand, dude!”) just to throw it at him. Waits till the Sasquatch’s eyes are fixed back on the movie, then signs ‘dork’ at Eileen, gesturing to Sam with comically-wide eyes.

She laughs. “Absolutely.”

Engrossed in the film, Sam loops an arm around the back of her chair, oblivious, and Dean walks back across the room, gingerbread in hand. Cas is sitting at the next table along from Sam-and-Eileen, settling back into observing – what appears to be – an incredibly heated game of UNO. Dean’s not sure it is UNO, actually, he’s certain he saw some playing cards caught in the fray. Monopoly cards too? Dean makes a mental note to start paying more attention to the quality of his thrift-store-finds. Regardless, Claire seems to have manoeuvred the situation to her advantage, no doubt convincing Jack and Cas that yes, actually, this is exactly how you play it. She’s chewing on her lip slightly, in way that could pass for concentration. More likely though, Dean thinks, it’s to hide a smile that says: this is like taking candy from a baby-God. The baby-God in question is sitting across the table, next to Cas, eyes wide and earnest, contemplating his nonsensical hand of cards with the focus of a laser-pointer. Dean hopes they’re not playing for money. Claire would clean up.

Dean smiles at Cas, hands him the plate of gingerbread. Reaches out with his uninjured hand to sweep a thumb over his cheekbone. He leans down to press an unselfconscious kiss to the centre of his forehead, and isn’t that a testament to how far he’s come. (From the corner of his eye, Sam watches the exchange. Sees Dean’s wedding band glint in the lamp light as he touches a palm to Cas’ cheek. Smiles to himself.)

Cas accepts the gingerbread, pats the chair next to him. “Sorry I skated over your hand, Dean,” he says woefully.

Dean, always Dean. Never babe, or honey, or something equally as cloying that’d have Sam choking on his granola. Just, Dean. He’s never heard his name spoken with such weight before. It’s like a code between them, like only Dean can hear that secret reverence, the adoration that Cas pours into the single word. A benediction, confession. A promise. At the risk of sounding self-important; Dean’s never loved the sound of his own name more.

“S’alright. Better story than all my other scars.” He points at his right shoulder through his Henley, knowing Cas has memorised all the skin underneath. “Vamp.” Left knee: “Shifter.” Left hand: “Crazed husband on ice skates.”

Cas rolls his eyes. “I did tell you not to lie down.”

Dean looks at him, scandalised. “It’s a well-known fact that star-gazing is, like. The peak of romance–”

“But I was still–“

“–but stargazing and ice-skating? You should probably, like, marry me, dude. Get me locked down quick, and all that.”

He drags the chair a bit closer to the table and sits down. Cas beams at him, eyes shining over these cute little round reading glasses they’d bought for him last week. “I believe I already have that covered.”

This time it’s Claire that rolls her eyes. “God, you two are ridiculous. Can’t you see we’re locked in tense gameplay here?”

Jack nods, palpably sincere, eyes still rooted to his cards.

“Sorry, sorry.” Dean pushes the gingerbread plate in Claire’s general direction in apology. Claps a hand on Jack’s shoulder. “Who’s winning, then? Also, uh… what are the rules, exactly?”

He rests a hand on Cas’ knee, draws patterns on the denim. Listens as Jack gives a roundabout explanation of Frankenstein-UNO, how Claire is inexplicably winning every round. It’s weird to think of Jack as actual God now, not when he’s sitting here like this, turning over a Virginia Avenue monopoly card and expression immediately souring. It’s like he has this internal switch, able to toggle between normal-Jack and God-Jack when needed. In moments like these, it almost feels like nothing’s changed. But then he’ll get that glint in his eye, stand up a little straighter, like divine duty’s been injected directly into his veins. Teleport off, continue working on that ground-breaking heaven restructure he’s been talking about. Dean always says that he hopes they’re living it up, Bobby and Ellen and Jo – and all of the rest of them – in heaven-mark-three. That he can’t wait to see the changes. Then Cas’ll chime in, like clockwork. Not for another forty years, I hope. Dean wonders if they’ll get, like, coupons for the heavenly frozen yogurt places, or something. Being one of the unofficial fathers of God has to hold some clout up there, right?

In truth, Dean has some more questions about heaven, heavier ones that weigh on his chest. Lead on his tongue, back-of-his-mind whispers that louden at night. Ones he hasn’t quite found the words to articulate aloud yet. Who, exactly, will be there waiting for him, when he gets there?

Absentmindedly, Dean’s right hand moves to scratch at his left. It’s not at all scabbed yet, but the pain doesn’t really register. He’s just going through the motions. Scrape. Is it wrong, to not want him to be there? Peel. There is a monster at the end of this book. Scrape–

Cas catches his hand and Dean’s thoughts are halted in their tracks. He takes a breath. Cas’s palm sweeps over his knuckles, pulls at his wrist. Loops Dean’s arm around his own shoulders. The careful intensity of his gaze feels achingly familiar. Dean’s hand rests on Cas’ shoulder, now. Cas keeps holding it. Hand and gaze alike.

It’s like he has a permanent window into his thoughts. Dean wonders if it’s some celestial muscle memory, considering all that practice he’d had as an angel. So used to looking beyond Dean’s face, underneath the bone and flesh of it; seeing his soul itself shifting under his skin. Or maybe this is just Cas. Freakishly attuned to him in a way that transcends angelic powers and logic. Maybe this is just Cas-and-Dean.

He’s vaguely aware that Claire and Jack are still talking, arguing the merits and impact of a rogue nine of diamonds, when Sam announces a text from Jody. Apparently, the snowstorm’s eased a bit, and they’re good to hit the road again tomorrow. They’ll probably be at the bunker within a day or two.

Claire’s looking up from her cards now, the thrill of young love apparently overpowering the need to thrash your brother-God at Monopoly-UNO.

Sam aims a piece of popcorn at her. “She also said that Kaia’s really looking forward to it.” He launches it at her and she catches it, effortlessly. The slight flush though, high on her cheekbones, betrays her.

“Did you end up getting through to her earlier?” Cas asks.

“No – just dial tone. Must’ve been because of the storm.” She pauses. “Actually. If the snow’s died down a bit…” she glances at Jack, scoops her cards up into a neat little pile. “Fifteen minutes,” she says to him, grabbing her phone of the table. “I’ll be right back! Don’t look at my cards!”

Jack nods amiably, smiling at her like she’s just put an idea in his head.

Claire reaches the doorway just as Charlie walks in, towel on her head and hot chocolate balanced on her laptop.

“Lesbian relay race,” she says, deadpan, as Claire greets her. Claire snorts, manages to high-five her without looking up from her phone.

Charlie sets her mug down on the table, stealing a bit of gingerbread from Dean’s plate in one swift movement, grinning at him. No doubt she’s ventured out of her room in the hopes of being fed. She’s always first up on weekend mornings, seemingly able to hear the sound of Dean plating up pancakes from seven rooms over. Dean loves having Charlie visit.

“Two very important questions, folks. One: shall we all watch Die Hard tonight?” There’s a chorus of yeses, punctuated by Cas shaking his head at Jack. “Two: what is this monstrosity of a game and how do I play it?”

“Sit here,” Dean says, making a move before the ‘Is Die Hard a Christmas movie?’ debate can start up again (for the record, it absolutely is). “Jack’ll explain. Me and Cas need an eggnog top-up.” He taps Cas on the shoulder, nods in the general direction of the kitchen.

“Two-man job, is it?” Sam smirks at Dean as they pass by. He’s facing Eileen as he says it, so she too, can appreciate his unending wit. She giggles at Sam, raises an eyebrow at Dean and Cas. They’re an absolute double-act tonight, Dean thinks. This is probably the least attention they’ve paid to a movie since he finally sat them all down to watch Star Trek IV. Ingrates. He’s once again delighted that Charlie’s here.

Dean opens his mouth, ‘the best ones always are, Sammy!’ already forming on his tongue. Low-hanging fruit? Probably. Hilarious? Definitely. Cas glares at him though, and he glances at Jack. Somehow still the picture of innocence, even as he rummages through a hand of cards that he’s failing to pass off as his own. Dean closes his mouth. Sticks to a gesture of universal understanding that he can shoot at Sam, when Jack’s not looking.

When they finally reach the kitchen, Cas stops him in the doorway. He gently takes his injured hand and brings it up to his lips, kisses the palm.

“I hate hurting you,” he says quietly. He leaves the rest of the sentence stuck at the back of his throat; I can’t even heal you anymore. Dean hears it anyway. Crowds him into a hug.

“Honestly, dude, it’s fine.” He presses a kiss to his hairline. “Accidents happen. And it’s kinda hilarious.”

“Hmm.”

“It is. Next time we go, remind me to take you to an actual rink. That way you can hold on to the side with the other twelve-year-olds.”

Cas narrows his eyes, twisting in a half-hearted attempt to disentangle himself from Dean’s arms. Dean doesn’t let him. Lightly runs his fingernails over Cas’ forearms until he shivers.

“We can make it a Christmas tradition.” Dean looks upwards. Shifts them a half-step left. “And speaking of traditions…”

Cas follows his line of sight, eyes coming to rest on a tiny sprig of mistletoe taped neatly to the lip of the doorframe. He grins.

“Why do you think–,” he leans in, an inch from brushing Dean’s smiling lips with his own, “–I stopped us in the doorway?”

“Great minds, dude,” Dean whispers.

His heart soars ridiculously in his chest, like this isn’t something they’ve done a hundred, a thousand times before. He closes his eyes against the sudden rise of emotion and then they’re kissing, Cas smiling into it. Dean’s good hand moves up to Cas’ hair, curves round to stroke at the nape of his neck. Cas’ lips are soft, achingly gentle, parting easily for him. He’s got both hands cradling Dean’s face, like he’s holding him in place, trying to explain something to Dean without words. Using just the connection of their lips. They break apart after a while, breathless, and Dean presses a handful more chaste kisses to Cas’ cheek until he’s laughing, walking backwards until Dean has him pinned up against the doorframe.

Dean looks around furtively, then unbuttons the top of Cas’ stolen flannel, presses an open-mouthed kiss to the thin scar he finds at his Adam’s apple. This is a tradition too, now. Cas sighs, murmurs three words into his hair, and Dean answers with four more kisses down the hollow of his throat, one for each word of his reply. The eggnog sits, untouched, on the countertop and, honestly, this is turning into an accident just waiting to scar a family member. At the moment, though, Dean can’t really bring himself to care. He trails his mouth upwards to capture Cas’ lips, again, again, again, and the sound of easy laughter from the library sits light and buoyant in the air. Back in their room, a little vial of orphaned grace sits, forgotten and dusty, on the uppermost shelf of their closet. 

tag list:

@drriffly @cas-s-sinoatrial-node @seraphlm @itsinjustbeing @cursed-or-not@casandeans @dreamnovak @heller-jensen @joharvele @chaoticdean @dickspeightjrs @contemplativepancakes @oflosechesters @acabdean@aelysianmuse @yearningcas @murphycooper @casbelieves @tearsofgrace @footstepsontherun @adsdragonlover @half-dead-hunter @knowyourworth-sellyoursoul

[athenamikaelson]

Mine for a Long Time Pt. 4

Warnings- Dean being moody again, swearing, a mouse, and blood and torture

Word Count- 2.1k

Staring up at the rickety house in front of me I grimaced. The smell of rust dampening the clean air and making my throat dry up. I lean against the Impala as Dean and Sam discuss the plans with each other to the side of me. I glance down at the dark rubble at my toes and start kicking rocks in boredom. No longer having Jo to keep me company as she had gone to look at the perimeter for where they would place the salt circle. I pick up the tiny rock that I had been kicking and stare down at it. My gaze slowly went up to the house. I feel a small smirk grace my lips as I take the rock in my right hand and throw it at the previous window. The rock pings off the glass and I see Dean whip around to me out of the corner of my eye. I rolled my eyes, already sick of his attitude today. Him barely saying anything to me since we parked other than, “stay put.” Dick. Of course I’m going to stay put, I just want to get back to the bunker and continue watching Criminal Minds with Cas. I’m going to be royally pissed if he started the next episode without me while I’m out here risking my freaking life.

“Are you trying to piss off the spirit?” Dean asked me with an annoyed edge to his voice. I fought the urge to pick up another rock and throw it at him this time.

“Yes, actually. That’s exactly what I was planning on doing. I obviously don’t know your guy’s plan because you let me in on your little chit-chat. So I had to come up with my own. ” I glance back at Sam and he throws me an apologetic smile. My eyes softened to let him know he wasn’t the one I was truly annoyed with.

Dean let out a low huff as he rubbed his hands over his face. After a moment of whatever he was doing he glanced back up at me. His expression no longer filled with annoyance, but with worry.

“Are you sure you’re up to this, Y/N? If not I’m sure Jo would be perfectly fine with taking over.” Even though I could hear the sincerity in his voice, it almost made me even more mad. Did he not think that I could do this? And even better, that Jo could do it better? My eyebrows furrow as I stalk closer to him. Dean’s back visibly straightening out.

“Tell me the plan.”

“And when you have him distracted Dean and I will drop the salt circle around the house. But it’s going to be risky, Y/n. As soon as the ghost realizes he’s trapped he’s going to become erratic. So you have to get out of the house as fast as you can. Alright?” Sam finished up the end of the plan and I let out a low breath and nodded my head in agreement.

“Alright let’s get this over with then.” Sam walked up to me and passed me a salt rifle. He was about to walk off but turned around and pressed a small kiss to my forehead. “Be careful Ernie.” As he pulls back I send him a dazzling smile.

“Aren’t I always, Bert?” He just rolls his eyes as he squeezes my shoulder as he walks to the side of the house where the bags of sand were placed.

“You promise if anything goes south, you worry about yourself first and get out of there. Fuck the job, you just get out of there alright?” I turn around to look at Dean as he asks me. My heart tightens in my chest at the look on his face. His words rang in my ears. His eyes pierced my own. The green illuminated in the moonlight, making Dean look even more breathtaking. As if that was possible. Jo was a lucky girl. The luckiest.

“Y/N?” Dean asks again, as I realized I’d just been staring at him again. I send him a small smile and walk up to him. I punch his shoulder.

“Obviously man. You really think I’d let a ghost mess up this,” I bring my hand up to gesture to my face, “I’m too pretty to die.”

Dean looks down at me, his eyes lost on my face, a small smile on his lips. The cold demeanor from earlier is nowhere to be seen. Dean brings his hand up and brushes some hair that had fallen in my face away. I don’t know if I had voluntarily held my breath, or I just couldn’t breathe as Dean looked at me. As Dean toys with the end of my hair, something changes in his faces as he drops my hair and stands back. I’m shocked by the change so I take a step back as well. The close proximity we were once in. Along with my ability to think straight. Dean looks behind me at something and I turn around to see Jo staring at Dean with a small grimace on her face. But as she sees me turn around the cold smile is gone and she looks over to me and puts on a toothy smile.

“Just coming to see where my Deany was,” She looks over to Dean as do I but he won’t meet my eyes, “Are you coming? I need help with the salt. And Y/N should probably be heading in.” Dean lets out a breath before nodding his head. Jo claps her hands together and smiles.

“Good luck Y/n” She says as she walks off. I watch as she walks behind the house. Her blond hair swung from the ponytail it was in.

I turn back to look at Dean, but he’s already walking off. Following behind her. I start to head to the front door, as it seems that everyone else is already ready. But stop when I don’t hear movement come from Dean anymore. I turn around to see him already staring at me.

“You’re right you know.” He says his voice monotone. My eyebrows scrunch in question. Sending him a look of confusion. He sends a small smile my way.

“You’re too pretty to die.” He turns around and heads to the back of the house, leaving me standing on the half broken porch with my mouth half hanging open.

“What the actual fuck.” I stand there for another moment before shaking my head. Realizing he’s just saying that because he thinks it’ll calm my nerves. Which have skyrocketed, I’ve realized as I turn to the broken down front door. My hands shake as I push open the door, I take a deep breath as I walk in and am met with the overwhelming smell of mold and the stench of what could only be death itself.

I watch my steps as I step over broken piles of glass of the shattered windows around me. I glance around and realize I’m in what must’ve been the living room. The yellowed stained couches are mounted in dust. Other than the overwhelming stench of death and shit, I could imagine what this place looked like in its prime. And my heart hurts to think of the wasted potential of the house.

I go to search for the basement, as it has been the hot spot for our little friend. As he for some reason finds the basement the right place to drag women down and rip out their hearts. Very Chainsaw Massacre if you ask me. But who am I to judge. I’m about to walk to the door in which I think is for the basement when I hear a cabinet behind me start to open. The small scratching sound made my back recoil. I cocked the salt gun and my hands and whipped around, shooting the salt bullet. The recoil makes my arms stiffen from the pressure. I look up to see if the ghost appeared but am met with a small mouse staring at me. It’s eyes almost mocking me.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I go to reload my gun as I hear Sam yelling from the back.

“Are you OK Y/N?” I freeze as I look at the mouse. It’s beady little eyes stare back at me.

“Um, yep. All good. False alarm.” I wait a moment for a response but get nothing. I turn back to the basement door but look over my shoulder at the mouse before I open it. I glare at the little creature and move two of my fingers from my eyes to its own to let it know I’m watching it. I shake my head though after realizing I’m threatening an actually fucking mouse.

“Good God, let's get this over with.” I say as I make my descent down the dark stairway into the basement. The stairs creaking under my feet at every step. I bring the gun up so I have it ready at my disposal. All I’ve got to do is make sure the ghost is in my line of sight and then Sam and Dean will drop the salt border and lock this bitch in.

I stand on the cool cement flooring and look around the air cooling my neck and cheeks, causing me to breath out. I see my breath become quite visible and physically feel the temperature drop and I cock my gun.

“My, my, my what have we got here.” A grainy voice comes from behind me. I whip around to see the ghost of an older man with grey hair falling over his face, wearing a ripped up grey suit. He tries to smile at me but with the blackened teeth in his mouth it makes me take a step back. But he comes closer. With every step I take back he takes one forward until we’re at the very edge of the basement.

“Oh come on Missy, You don’t have to walk away from me into the dampened part of this room.” He reaches out a wrinkling hand, but little does he know he’s right where I want him.

“Have you ever thought of using moisturizer?” I say with a smirk as he scrunches up his face in anger. He goes to say something but I yell before he can.

“Sam, Dean. DO IT!” The ghost looks around as the surrounding windows are covered with the salt. Rage appears on the ghost face as he yells.

“NO! NO!” He quickly whips around to look at me, but I already have my gun at his face and shoot as I go to get around him. But as the salt hits his face the only thing it does is burn him. His figure is still physically trapped here. With me.

“Shit.” I mutter as he lets out a sickening laugh and starts towards me. But I quickly make my way to the stairs. I climb as fast as I can before I feel his hand grab my ankle and yank it back. I fall forward and hear my nose crack as it makes contact with the stairs. I let out a yelp of pain as the ghost grabbed my leg harder.

“I’ll have fun ripping out your little heart the most.” He says as he tries to reach for my hair. But I quickly use my free foot and kick the man in the face. His body tumbling to the bottom of the stairs.

“Yeah sorry buddy, have fun trying to find a heart. All my exes say I don’t have one.” I would’ve laughed at my own joke but the blood gushing out of my nose goes down into my mouth making me gag on it in disgust. I push myself off the stairs as I see him get back up. I push open the door and burst through the living room. The front door in my sight. But as soon as I enter the entryway I feel something hard hit the back of my head knocking me down. My vision gets blurry as I try to crawl to the front door, but am stopped when a hand wraps itself around my hair and yanks me on my back. With a scream I look up to see the man with a sickening look on his face. But the truly horrifying thing was the knife he had raised over my chest.

“DEAN!” I yell, but am cut off as I feel the knife place itself into my stomach. Blood making its way up my throat. Cutting off any other noise. My vision goes in and out and the last thing I see is the man with the sickening grin.

But the last thing I hear is the front door swing open and the sound of my name yelled off someone's lips.

Taglist- @akshi8278 @brilovesdeanwinchester @my-proof-is-you @andrearosales

[deans-mind-palace]

Hot as hell heaven

Pairing: Misha Collins x Reader

Summary: Filming can be quite dangerous sometimes. Good thing you have your personal doctor.

Word Count: 1,248

Warnings: Blood, sarcasm and fluff

Author’s Note: This is based on the request by @mimzy1994 This is for the requests! Maybe something involving an angel blade with the reader? Like the reader hurts themselves with the real or fake one with Misha or Castiel it would be fun to see how either one will react! You choose! Have fun.

"Cas! Throw it to me!" You tried to dodge the demon that cornered you while Cas was pulling a demon off Dean's back.

"I can't! When it hits you, I --" He left the unspeakable unspoken, but you could see the worry in his eyes.

"Come on, Cas, it's now or never!" Sam's voice was in your ear as he sent the next demon back to hell. Castiel threw one last helpless look out of his baby blue eyes in which you sank as the angel blade left his hand and soared through the air. You reached out to catch it and dodged the demon, but your eyes remained trapped in Cas' endless blue sky.

"Ah, fuck! Fuck, that's sharp!" The angel blade fell from your hand clattering on the ground, a few drops of your blood followed.

"Cut!" shouted the director. Instantly, the crew grumbled. Lights were repositioned, cameras turned away and the tension disappeared from the shoulders of the actors. Misha immediately made his way through the extras to you. The spotlights cast a long shadow behind Misha that looked like ink running from his heels. The angel blade was still on the ground and your blood was slowly and thickly dripping from the wound in the palm of your hand.

With a few steps Misha had overcome the distance between you. His eyes took on a guilty expression and a shadow flitted across the endless blue. But he immediately tried to loosen the tension.

"I told you it was dangerous when I threw it." He winked cheekily at you and shrugged his shoulders. You gave him a murderous look.

"It hurts," you grumbled, but you couldn't stop the smile on your lips. Misha knelt on the floor at the height of your hand. Gently, he took your hand in his and turned it into the light to examine the cut more closely. The blood sparkled darkly in the light of the set.

"Just a small cut." Misha murmured. His fingers were warm and soft on your hand.

"Well, it still hurts." When the brown-haired man looked up at you, his eyes glowed in the light. The intensity took your breath away, and you threatened to drown in them.

Suddenly he closed his fingers around your wrist and held his other palm over your wound. He closed his eyes and pretended to concentrate. With your eyebrows raised, you gave him a mocking look as he opened one eye again and peered up at you.

"What the hell are you doing, Misha?" You asked your co-star laughing. His face took on a playfully serious expression as he closed his eyes again.

"Sssh. I am an angel of the Lord. I must unite my heavenly powers to heal your wound." You burst out laughing and soon the seriousness disappeared from Misha's features and a grin adorned his lips.

"You're unbelievable, Misha," you said, shaking your head and swatting his shoulder with your uninjured hand.

He threw a sexy grin at you that made your knees go weak.

"I've been told so a lot." You suddenly got very warm and red shot up your cheeks.

"Oh, shut up!" you retorted, but your voice didn't sound as confident as it did a few seconds earlier.

"For God's sake! Get yourself a room, guys!" shouted Jensen across the set, his lips curling into a cheeky grin. Jared snorted and shook his head with laughter.

"Fuck off, Jensen!" Misha called back and held out his middle finger to Jensen. The blond broke out in laughter and turned back to Jared and some people from the extras.

Misha got up from the floor again and wiped the dirt off his jeans.

"Come on. Let's get that wound bandaged. Can you walk?" Misha asked. You snorted.

"I hurt my hand, Collins. Not my feet or my cerebral motor center."

"I'll take that as a yes?"

"Yes." Although you rolled your eyes, a little smile spread to your lips.

"There! I saw it."

"What?

"That smile."

"You imagined it."

"Ah ah. I don't think so."

Misha guided you through the chaos of cameras, lights, assistants and wires until you finally reached Misha's trailer. He immediately opened the door for you and directed you to his bed where he told you to sit. Then he disappeared and came back with a first aid kit right after that. He quickly spread all the utensils on the bed next to you and turned on the lamp at the bedside table.

"I will have to dab the wound first and then clean it," Misha explained his procedure while he skilfully cleaned your wound of blood. Then your co-star poured some disinfectant on a piece of cotton wool and pressed it on the wound. The air escaped hissing between your teeth. The disinfectant ate deep into your wound.

"It stings like hell." You pressed.

"You have been very brave. You're almost there." Misha murmured. Soon the sting subsided and you looked at the back of Misha's head as he treated you expertly. His brown hair shone in the light and looked incredibly soft. You had to hold on to yourself so that you wouldn't just stroke through his brown strands with your healthy hand.

"There." he said, wrapping your hand in white bandages. Suddenly he bent down and placed a feathery kiss on the spot of the bandage where your wound was underneath. His gentleness made you forget how to breathe for a short moment.

"All better now?" You simply nodded because you were unable to from any words. He shoot you a smile, which made your heart flutter. It was a smile from Misha, whose privilege was limited to a handful of people. It was honest, warm and a little shy. Hard to imagine with a self-confident person like Misha, but that only made it more beautiful. Every time he smiled at you, you realized why the public did not get to see it. If you got dizzy, the fangirls would faint in rows.

Misha was still kneeling before you, watching you. You had been lost in thought again and had worn that dreamy smile where he always wondered who or what you were thinking about. It always made him a bit jealous, because he wished to be the reason for that smile. Even though he would never tell you that.

"Thanks, Misha." You mumbled. His eyes had captured you and you couldn't tear yourself away from the sight. Misha just nodded, his eyes not leaving yours. Then he stood up and at half height you were suddenly very close. His breath brushed gently over your skin and your breath hitched as his eyes wandered to your lips. You could see the faint freckles on his tanned skin, that's how close you were in that moment. You swallowed and your heart beat faster.

Slowly Misha came closer and stayed just in front of your lips to let you make the decision. When you did not retreat, he closed your lips gently with his. A small firework exploded inside you and after you finished the kiss, Misha leaned his forehead breathlessly against yours.

"You're welcome."

Tags:

@zizzlekwum @rintheemolion @shypickleghostsuitcase @intoomuchfandoms @angeltardisbow @ayamenimthiriel @mimzy1994 @assbuttyourlife @vicmc624 @everyobsession9023 @tokiohearts483 @fortheentries @aberrant-annie @lust-for-pan @thewintersoldierswife @transparentfestivaltiger @jo-winchester15

[imtryingmyfuckingbe]

And If This Is It

First chapter in a short series.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Mentions: Jess, Sam, Charlie, Cas, Gabriel, Jo, Jules (OC)

Trigger warnings: N/A at the moment

I am the sole author and reserve the rights to my work. However, I am not the owner of Supernatural as a franchise, or the characters including, but not limited to: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel, Jo, Jess, or Charlie.

CHAPTER ONE:

She pats her apron for a pen. The usual seven pens clipped to her pocket dwindled over the course of her shift as co-workers begged her to borrow one. Today seemed to be the day every server and their mother forgot to come to work prepared. The deep recesses of her smock yielded a stale fry, coins, and lint; no pen. 

Exasperated, Y/N scans the crowded dining room for another waiter. Jules leans against a server stand, reviewing something in his check holder. She makes a beeline towards him, navigating pushed out chairs and close tables. Pieces of conversation flit around the restaurant, creating the cacophony of guests chattering. Sometimes she fights to hear herself think over the endless conversations and clinking of glasses.

One of these days, she would enter this restaurant for the last time. Today is not that day.

Finally at Jules, she reaches for the pen readily presented. He knows her better than most of her co-workers, practically able to read her mind. He and Charlie are the only two she enjoys meeting off-shift. Mumbling a thanks, she weaves her way toward her section and the awaiting guests.

“Have a good night!” Y/N states quickly, the farewell always on the tip of her tongue. Not awaiting a response, she moves to her next table for their drink order.

While speaking to her new guests, a familiar shadow appears in her peripheral a few feet away. She continues with her spiel, on autopilot while recommending drinks and relaying dinner specials. A seasoned server, Y/N easily feigns interest despite her mind focusing on the silhouette by the bar.

Finished retrieving their orders, she tucks her server book into her apron and turns around. Dean leans against the bar, elbows perched on its surface. Y/N holds a finger up so he knows to wait. She rings in the beverages, then returns to Dean, a drink now in his hand. “What’s up, big guy?”  

“Just thought I’d come see my favorite girl,” he purrs, voice sweet but rough. It’s her favorite sound, always sending shivers up and down her spine.

“Well, your favorite girl is fucking slammed. Have a seat. I’ll be by when I can.” She pats his shoulder as she squeezes past him and into the kitchen.

Finished tickets litter the window, along with the respective dishes. Y/N hurriedly piles three plates on one arm, the fourth in her other hand. Aside from the cash flow, the service industry offers better balance and dexterity. For those two reasons, among a total of four, she continues working as a waitress. 

Unfortunately, her job has more banes than boons, including the relentless need to keep moving. After dropping the food off at table 311, she rushes to the bar for her table’s drinks. Then she busses a table, greets another family, cashes out a different one, and, fuck, she forgot to grab the ranch for 504. 

By the time things calm down enough to breathe, Dean nurses drink number three, his only company an empty plate from his finished meal. Y/N sidles into the small space next to him, resting her arm on the back of his chair. He shoots her a blinding smile, and for a moment she revels in the break from the hectic dining room. 

“Having fun?” His voice fights to overcome the rest.

She laughs. “Yeah, I just love the blisters forming on my heels.”

“Get new shoes, dude. You’ve worn those guys down to the soles.”

“Yeah, you try finding affordable and comfortable non-slips. Keep me posted.” She winks. “Oh shit! I didn’t tell you about the fucker at my table.” Dean leans back in his seat and crosses his arms, readying himself for her story. “So, from the start this table is a pain in the ass, right? Well, he orders one of our cheaper burgers. I checked on him a few times before dropping the bill, and when I go back to get their payment, he tells me he didn’t like his burger and wanted it taken off of his check!” 

Dean laughs. She enjoyed telling him her stupid work stories, if only to see his head throw back and eyes glint with amusement. 

“Yeah? What’d you do?”

Y/N leans in a little closer, stage whispering. “I looked him straight in the eyes and told him he should’ve told me before he ate it all, and that he was still going to pay for it.” Another deep chuckle. She pulls back. “Yeah, he wasn’t that happy,” she concludes with a shrug.

“But he paid for it?”

“You know it. Okay, be right back.” 

Another round of drinks; ordered and delivered appetizers; two more checks; and, finally, Y/N’s section empties out. Only two newer tables relax as she starts cleaning up. The end of the day is always her favorite, not simply for the fact of getting to go home and put up her aching feet. 

As guests mosey out and the lobby remains empty, the glow of the restaurant calms her adrenaline. Low lighting and low conversations lend a more intimate atmosphere that washes over Y/N. Not for the first time, she wishes she could live in this feeling. Everything will sort itself out and the world will embrace the afterglow of a bustling dining room as it lulls to a close. Her final tables cash out and leave their booths, bidding her a good night.

Only two men occupy the bar now: Dean and a lonesome straggler. As fellow servers finish their shifts and part ways, more of the floor, both bar and dining, comes under Y/N’s supervision. As a closer, she stays until last call and ensures the restaurant can open smoothly the next day.

Less than an hour, she reminds herself.

She makes her way to the stranger at the bar. Four empty short glasses scatter the counter before him, the fifth cradled in his fingertips. His head hangs over the whiskey, ignoring the game on the television above him. 

Trying not to bother, she gently reaches across him to gather his empty cups. Upon securing the four in her hands, he looks up. His eyes bore into hers, greasy and shaggy hair slightly obscuring his view. With his free hand, he moves the strands. Sweat lines his brows and his cheeks flush with redness.

She knows that look. It is of a man who has had one too many; a man who does not know when to stop. Y/N looks away. The shallowness of his gaze unsettles her. It’s as if he doesn’t truly see her. She steps back from him, shifting the glasses into a better tower.

“All done?” Y/N asks sweetly.

“Think you could share a drink with me, beautiful?”

“‘Fraid not, mister. On the job, you know,” she motions to her uniform, as if it is the only reason she will not sit next to him tonight.

“When are you off?” 

The persistence wears her patience thin. Her bones will her to turn away, but as a server she knows she cannot. Customer service comes first and foremost, especially in an industry where guests believe they know best. “Not for awhile. Would you like me to close your tab?”

He shakes his head. “Another one. I can wait.”

Anxiety reaches into her chest and squeezes its talon fingers. “We’re closing soon, sir. Unfortunately, we stop serving alcohol fifteen minutes prior to locking the doors,” she fibs easily. They don’t close for at least another thirty minutes, and drinks continue until then as well. But the tightness in her chest refuses to release; she wants him gone.

His unrelenting, beady stare stays centered on her face as he sips his whiskey. “I can wait,” he repeats slowly.

She takes a calculated breath, forcing the frustration from expressing itself. “I have to get back to my job,” she curtly replies. 

Without waiting for an answer, she backs away. It is not far enough and not fast enough, as his hand latches onto her free wrist. Y/N looks behind the bar, begging the bartender to return. It’s not that she can’t handle a drunkard, she can; it’s that she doesn’t want to lose her job. If need be, she would most certainly utilize the tower of glasses in her grasp. 

A barstool scratches against the wood floor, drawing the man’s attention for a moment. She yanks her wrist from his grip, pulling it tight to her chest. “Pay your tab, and leave.”

He barely glances at her as he withdraws his wallet, head hung low once more. Tossing a few bills onto the counter next to his remaining glass, he delivers one last withering glance. “Coulda had a good night, honey.” He stalks off to the lobby and out of the front door. 

Her shoulders sag as she releases her breath. 

Finally turning around to finish her duties, she finds Dean standing in front of her, almost chest to chest. His eyebrows crease together, and his lips form a thin line. “I’m okay, Dean. I’m almost done. Just have to close out a few checks.” Silence engulfs the pair, Dean still gauging Y/N’s true feelings. She sighs. “Really. It’s par for the course. I’m good.”

He nods slowly, and she knows he doesn’t believe her. “Movie night?” Dean changes the subject.

“Yeah. Let me finish up.”

She returns to her path to the kitchen, stowing the glasses in the rack by the dishwasher. At the sink by the door into the dining room, she washes her hands, taking extra care to scrub her wrist raw. 

In the thirty minutes left before close, Y/N stacks the chairs on the tables, takes the pitchers of water to the back, and completes general cleaning. The closing manager signs her off, and she is free to go. 

Dean leans against the driver’s side of her Mustang, flashing his winning grin when he sees her. The crinkle of his eyes halts Y/N’s breath. She pushes down the hammering of her heart until it reaches her stomach, and then her feet and out into the world. He reserves this smile for a select few; she sends thanks up to the Universe that she is one of them. 

“M’lady,” he says with a sweeping gesture to her door.

She laughs, unlocking it. “Why, thank you, good sir!” Y/N opens her door, tossing her apron and purse haphazardly in the passenger seat. “So where are we meeting? It’s Sammy’s turn, right?”

“Affirmative. Most of the crew is already there. Just missing us two.”

“Sounds good. I need a fucking drink.”

Dean nods, “You and me, both.”

She slides into the driving seat and turns on her car, raising her eyebrows and squinting at him. “You had, what? Four drinks? Yeah, you had four drinks here.”

“Yeah, then I ate my weight in a burger and onion rings. I can handle another glass.”

“Or two,” they say in unison. She rolls her eyes. 

“Right, well we best get going. It’s already late. They’re probably done with the film.”

“Nah, I told them to wait a bit. Plus, Charlie just got there. She didn’t leave too much before you.”

Dean closes her door, then points his finger towards the pavement, telling her to roll her window down. She complies, and he rests his folded arms on the edge. His eyes search her face, as if caressing her cheek and lips in his mind. “What?” she whispers as Bob Dylan plays through her radio.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers back.

She rolls her eyes again, this time to keep the blush in her heart from reaching her face. “All right, casanova. Let’s go.”

He winks at her before making his way to his car. She follows him to Sam’s apartment, paying poor attention to the road. He’s a flirt, she knows, but when he says stupid things like that she wonders. From the start of their friendship, Y/N knew she would fall hard for Dean. The confidence in his walk, the way he says her name. And those eyes. Those godforsaken eyes.

Out of respect for their relationship, however, she refuses to say anything about her feelings. Any time she gets close to blurting out “I love you!” her mind screams back “What if! What if! What if!”. And that was more than enough to make her mouth shut and her feelings recede into their marked lock box at the back of her thoughts. 

Dean pulls into the complex first, choosing a spot with another empty one to his left. When she parks next to him, Dean already stands at her door. He pulls it open, waiting for her to grab her purse. Laughter escapes from the windows of the apartment above and down to the couple. Warmth spreads throughout Y/N’s body; her crew of friends reminds her of cinnamon and late Sunday mornings. They are home.

Together, the two climb the three levels to Sam’s apartment. The unlocked door opens to reveal Sam and Gabriel in an arm wrestling match, the rest of the company cheering for either side. Upon seeing Y/N and Dean enter the room, the shouts turn to welcomes. Jo comes to meet Y/N for a hug, however she holds up her hand.

“I need a deep cleansing shower before I hug you,” Y/N warns.

“Long night?”

“You could say that. I’ll be back, guys.”

Y/N heads towards the back of the apartment for Sam’s main shower. The guest bathroom, however nice, did not possess the same water pressure or showerhead functions. Digging through her purse, she secures a clean pair of shorts and socks, but no shirt. Fuck. She just wishes to get clean and put on comfortable clothing. Her day, all things considered, hadn’t been the worst. However, the end of the night lingers on her tongue like cheap tequila: sharp and unpleasant. 

Sighing in defeat, she heads back to the living room. Dean seemingly took over for Gabriel in the challenge, his hand clasped in Sam’s. The veins in his arm pop from beneath his tightened skin and his nose scrunches in concentration. Y/N leans against the wall, enjoying the show. 

As much as Dean wants to be the big man in his brotherhood, Sam gives him a run for his money. Even still, Y/N knows Dean will win. He’d rather break his wrist than forfeit any dare. With a triumphant bang, Dean slams Sam’s hand onto the dining table.

The surrounding crowd cheers and boos, respectively. Y/N smiles. 

Taking the reprieve in the boys’ games, she walks up behind Dean and places her hands on his shoulders. “Good job!” His eyes shine when they meet hers, the brightest green she’d ever seen. Forest, stone, the sea; nothing could compete with those eyes. His toothy grin returns her to the present, where her palms burn into the thin fabric of his shirt. Addressing the room, she asks, “Does anyone have a shirt or something I can borrow? I forgot to pack one.”

Before anyone can answer, Dean picks his sweatshirt up from beside him and passes it to her. She smiles thankfully, patting his shoulder, and returns to the master bath.

Y/N takes her time, reveling in the beat of the pressure against her back and shoulders. The tension held at the nape of her neck melts away with the tea tree body wash, down the drain, and far, far away. The eucalyptus hanging from the shower head cools her anger from the night, and that daring man. 

Of all the things she became accustomed to as a waitress, someone putting their hands on her was not one. A guest angry over a stupid mistake; a spilled cocktail; shitty coworkers. She can handle it all with ease. However, the gall of someone touching her? It kicked her into high gear, and she had no fight or flight instinct. She will always choose to fight, job security be damned.

She steps from the shower, glad Sam and Jess know how to choose their towels. Dean’s sweatshirt covers her hands and falls to her midthigh. When she requested a top from the group, she hoped Dean would offer. His cologne lingers on the collar of the hoodie, mixing with Y/N’s shampoo and conditioner. She breathes it in until it fills her lungs and takes over her common sense. If Dean were here now, she knows she would grab him by his neck and lay a kiss to his lips. 

And his cheek.

And his neck.

And anywhere else she could reach.

Although grateful he isn’t here, she wishes he were.

Finally clean and comfortable, Y/N returns to the living room. The blue screen illuminates the room, dancing across her friends’ faces. Charlie, Jo, Gabe, and Cas take up the large couch, Jess and Sam cuddle on the loveseat, and Dean sits on the double wide recliner. Without a second thought, she joins him. He wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling the blanket over her bare legs. 

Sam’s choice movie of the night, Cabin in the Woods, blares over the surround-sound speakers. Y/N rests her head against Dean’s shoulder, and he pulls her closer. For a moment, it feels like the emptying dining room. Dim christmas lights shine from the ceiling. Dean’s chest rises and falls with each breath. For a moment, her world has sorted itself out, and she exists in the afterglow of a finished day.

[shirtlesssammy]

5x02: Good God, Y'All

Then:

The long reign of Lucifer has begun

Now:

Bobby’s in the hospital --and in a wheelchair. Sam and Dean hover outside his door, and Dean shows Sam x-rays of the Enochian warding they have carved on their ribs.

(I briefly wondered if the carvings would show up on an x-ray, and then thought they’re Enochian symbols placed there by an angel, and stopped sweating the details.) 

Sam gets a call from Cas, who apparently is wondering where they are. Lol, poor boy can’t see Sam and Dean now that he’s warded them from angels. It’s okay, Cas. Dean’s yearning for you becomes so strong over the years, you’ll always know how to find him. Anyway, they start to bicker before Bobby puts the kibosh on it, demanding that Cas heal him. 

Cas is cut off from Heaven. He can’t heal Bobby. Convenient plot development, but really sad. He then turns to Sam and Dean (because he’s more angel than human still, and very much on a mission) and tells Dean that there’s someone who can beat Lucifer other than Michael: God. 

For Sweet Summer Child Science:

Classic Dialog Alert:

Dean: Try New Mexico. I hear he's on a tortilla.

Cas :No, he's not on any flatbread.

More Classic Dialog Alert:

Cas: I killed two angels this week. My brothers. I'm hunted. I rebelled. And I did it, all of it, for you.

Every time I watch this scene, I need a moment.

Bobby tries to break the tension by asking what Cas wants. Cas continues to stare at Dean from two inches away but eventually breaks the eye contact and tells Bobby he’s looking for an amulet. “It burns hot in God’s presence.” (Only if he didn’t turn it off!) It’s the Samulet that he wants, and he’s going to stare at Dean and talk in a gravelly voice until he gives it up. 

Dean gets naked in front of Cas. 

Cas flaps out on his hunt for God. 

Rufus, who appears to be on a hunt gone bad, calls Bobby. He’s in River Pass, Colorado and the town’s full of demons. Sam and Dean head out to investigate. 

They get to the town’s bridge-- and it’s blown to bits. No cell signal either. They walk the rest of the way and enter a seemingly empty town, abandoned cars notwithstanding. 

They’re eventually greeted by Ellen --and a facefull of holy water and a gun. 

She takes them to the basement of a church, where there’s a group of people gathered. She tells them that Rufus was in town, so her and Jo came. They couldn’t find Rufus and her and Jo got separated. Sam looks at the people in the room and says they need to get them out of here. Ellen says they’ve tried --but people keep getting killed off. 

Sam and Dean head out to get more guns and find Jo and Rufus. Once alone, Dean hesitates having Sam go with him, but Sam insists. They split up once outside to gather what they need. 

While Sam is in the store stocking up on salt, two demons wander in. A fight ensues. Sam guts both of them (AND OOF. They’re not demons.) Sam realizes it almost right away. Dean walks in then and sees what went down. 

Judgement clouds his face. 

Back at the church, Gun 101 begins. Sam reflects on killing the people and how he wishes they could go back to saving people. Ellen interrupts and tells them she’s heading back out to find Jo. Sam wants to go as well. Dean doesn’t trust his brother around demons but Sam wins that fight and heads out with Ellen. 

Sam and Ellen start walking, and discuss the rift between Sam and Dean. Then Sam notices smoke from a chimney. 

Sam and Ellen lurk around the newly discovered stronghold. Sam’s suspicious - demons don’t get cold so why do they have a fire lit in the fireplace? Suddenly they’re attacked...by Jo! She calls her mother an “evil skank” which is certainly a LOT to unpack. Ellen watches black eyes flash in the eyes of her daughter. Meanwhile, Jo demands that the “black eyed bitch” possessing her mom vacate the premises. HMMMMM. Ellen escapes while poor Head Trauma Sam gets knocked out by Rufus and captured. 

Sam wakes up to Jo and Rufus preparing to interrogate the heck out of him. Their exorcism...does not go well.

Ellen returns to the compound without Sam. She lays out the recap for Dean, and focuses on Jo’s accusation that Ellen is a demon. They try to figure out why Rufus pegged this town for a hunt.

Rufus was drawn to town by the sudden pollution of the river. No, it wasn’t a tour bus dumping human waste into a river! It was something far more insidious. A bright shooting star shot through the sky the same night the river turned foul. Dean heads for the bible and finds the proper passage in Revelations: the star was Wormwood, and it’ll bring ruin. The priest is appalled. Is Dean FOR REAL talking about the apocalypse???? War rides a red horse, and “red horse” reminds Dean of the cherry red mustang parked downtown. Folks, we’ve met our first Horseman of the Apocalypse! (This is so Good Omens it hurts...but I guess there’s only so much to be done with the biblical source material.)

Dean puts it all together: War is pitting them against each other, making all the humans in the town think the other group are demons. 

War confronts Sam. 

War’s wearing the visage of a local, so he can watch the show up close. He confirms that there are no demons. He’s just having a little fun. 

War gets into Sam’s head and tells him that he knows Sam is jonesing for a blood fix. Urgh. Before he leaves, War spins his ring around and blood begins to trickle down his forehead. While Sam’s still looking on gormlessly, War hurls himself to the ground like he just got attacked. When Jo and Rufus burst in, War tells them the others are coming for them and Sam gets knocked across the skull AGAIN. 

Dean isn’t faring much better. The other people are more interested in fighting than accepting what Dean’s trying to sell: that the demons aren’t real and War is just some dude bopping around town. 

Roger, aka War, bursts in. He tells them the other contingent is ready to attack. It’s time to fight! When Dean tries to contradict War, he spins his ring. Suddenly, all the other people in the room are angling to kill Dean and Ellen, who they now see as demon spawn.

Dean and Ellen scamper the hell out of there, while War smiles after them. 

Everybody in the compound loads up on live ammo, while across town Rufus sets up pipe bombs along the perimeter. Jo has second thoughts about blowing her mother into pieces, but Rufus is resolute.

As our two murder teams converge, one of the bombs at the window blows. It’s Dean and Ellen breaking in! They try to talk down Jo and Rufus. Dean tells Rufus that War is responsible and slowly, Rufus watches the black drain away from Dean’s eyes. 

Just as the four of them enjoy a happy reunion, the other townspeople arrive. Dean frees Sam, and they confer on the nature of War. Most significantly, they agree that the ring appears to be War’s ticket to power. 

People on both sides begin to shoot at each other. Fortunately, they’re all terrible shots and miss each other. Until the priest goes down, that is. Rufus grouchily personally disarms the people of the house after they fail to follow orders to lay down weapons - and honestly is it too much to ask that Rufus have some OBEDIENT soldiers under his command??? 

Dean and Sam corner War at his car. 

They pin War down and slice the fingers off his hand - including the one with the ring. Suddenly, everyone stops fighting and hallucinating demons and there are many RAGRETS. War disappears, but his ring remains. 

Dean suggests tossing the ring into Mount Doom and I high five him.

Sam’s not into the levity. He knows Dean doesn’t trust him and this hunt made him realize that he doesn’t trust himself either. Sam decides to leave hunting. Dean offers Sam THE IMPALA because he will literally give anything and everything for Sam, oh my god. Sam practices safe choices, and hitches a ride with a stranger, instead.

The One Quote to Rule Them All:

Went to radiology. Got some glamour shots

Enough foreplay

I killed two angels this week - my brothers. I'm hunted. I rebelled. And I did it, all of it, for you, and you failed. You and your brother destroyed the world and I lost everything. For nothing. So keep your opinions to yourself.

Great. Now I feel naked

This isn't X-Files, pal

Want to read more? Check out our Recap Archive! 

[samclownchester]

The day is June 15 2020

The time is 3 am

The situation is that the world has fallen into a pandemic of Covid-19, and my job closed down in March, leaving me with lots of time on my hands. Despite my doubts, I fell back into Supernatural, deep into it, and I am now rewatching it. I thought it would be fun to try and see how much I could remember from earlier seasons before I watch them all

I have watched up to 1x14 at this point, so those episodes are fresh in my mind, but lets see what else I remember

Season 1

“Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days”

“Saving people, hunting things, the family business”

Sam’s girlfriend dies just like his mom did

Their dad is the point of the season but is only actually in like 3 episodes

Sam and Dean break up but get back together

Sam has VISIONS and moves things with his MIND

Meg is a demon, Sam has a bit of a crush on her

They find their dad, but don’t kill the demon

colt

Season 2

Dean dies in a car crash, John sells his soul for him and dies

Bobby Singer is best dad

Ellen and Jo and Ash exist

Purple Nurple

Gordon?

Lots of psychics! Sam can make friends??

Jk, it’s the hunger games

Sam gets stabbed in the back

Dean sells his soul for him

They kill Azazel I think??

“I have … demon blood in me?”

Season 3

Saving Dean from his demon deal

Groundhog day episode where Dean dies everyday

Gabriel?? (trickster)

Blonde Ruby (let’s hear it for Laurel Lance!)

Very short because there was a writers’ strike that year

Hell hounds

Season 4

Dean was “gripped tight and raised from perdition” by Castiel

Sam has a new gf! (Surprise, it’s Ruby in a new body! :o)

Why does she pretend to not know Dean when he first shows up? Is she lying to Sam about who she is this whole time?? Hmmm I wish I remembered

Time travel?? (Sam doesn’t get to come ☹ )

Demon blood

Demon blood detox ☹

Let’s kill Lilith

“Because it had to be you Sam”

“The boy with the demon blood”

Season 5

Dean is the Michael sword

Sam is messed up, trying to quit demon blood

Cas rebelled, and he did it, all of it, for Dean

Adam Winchester is a person who exists

Also I think this is the season with Jesse the antichrist who never shows up again it’s fine.

He only existed so they could have important conversations about nature vs nurture which honestly they should’ve just saved from when Jack was born but they didn’t know that was gonna happen

More time travel??

Future

Cas likes drugs

Team Free Will

Samifer

Fall into the cage

Dean goes to live with Lisa and Ben

The end?

Season 6

Cas is working with Crowley and spying on Dean but not talking to him like the pining idiot that he is

Dean can’t help but inspect monster happenings in town

Soulless!Sam

Dean finds Soulless Sam

Hanging out with some old dude?

Get Sam’s soul back

Meet Death?

Find out Cas is working with Crowley

 O: Ultimate betrayal

???

Season 7

Leviathans

Godstiel?? Why?? Idr

Hallucifer

Please give Sam therapy

Sam goes to an asylum

Cas takes Sam’s trauma??    

More leviathans

Dick?

Charlie!

Kevin!

Garth? Did we know him before. Idk, we know him now

Dean and Cas go to purgatory!

When does Cas die and walk into the lake? That’s before they go to Purgatory, right? Hmmmm but how does he come back

 Cas is Emmanuel and has a wife? Is that in this season?

Season 8

Dean gets out of purgatory!

But no Cas

Sam had a girlfriend and a dog! Nice!

Not nice, he ignored Kevin and didn’t look for Dean

Like they agreed on, but whatever ok sue him for trying to be happy

Dean has a vampire boyfriend

Not so high and mighty about killing every monster are we now, huh Dean?

Right? I don’t remember, this is a conversation that happens though

He does end up killing Benny though, doesn’t he? huh

Cas is back from Purgatory! But he’s got Secrets ™

“I’m gonna become a hunter”

Then he stays in the old folks home and next time we see him he’s all wacky and likes to watch the bees?

Megstiel

You’re just playing sorry

Am I right?? I don’t remember, but all of this happens at some point

Who even is the big bad? What are we fighting? Idk

Oh we have to save Kevin from Crowley and he reads the demon tablet. Only eats hotdogs, doesn’t shave. I love him please keep him safe.

Spoilers, they don’t

Right! The trials, Sam does the trials, they “purify” him

The angels fall, but Sam doesn’t complete the trials and almost dies.

Season 9

Sam almost dies, Dean is like “right, nonconsensual possession is clearly the best answer for this”

Human!Cas, he drinks lots of water. Steve.

§  “you can’t stay here” :o

Abaddon I think?? What was the point

Crowley is sort of our friend now and I think we meet Rowena? Idr

Kevin dies ☹

“What is the upside to me being alive” – Sam

§  Maybe in this season, maybe not. Who knows?

Cas is a cannibal (eats grace) and becomes and angel again at some point

§  Hannah exists

We all hate Metatron

Cain??

Metatron stabs Dean and Sam puts his dead body on the bed

Demon!Dean

Season 10

Demon!Dean and Crowley are living it up!

Sam and Cas try to cure Dean

Charlie and Rowena interact a lot I think

Book of the Damned

When did they find the bunker? Men of Letters? All that? Idr, anyway they have it at this point

Dean kills lots of people

Charlie dies ☹

Dean blames Sam which is unfair and I hate it

They get the mark off and The DarknessTM is release

Season 11

The Baby episode exists

Really weird sexual tension between Dean and Amara while she’s still kind of a child, no one knows why. Please stop.

Cas gets called expendable and then makes poor life decisions

Lbr, though, Misha is the only other one who can play Lucifer with the same spirit as Mark Pellegrino. Sorry Jared, it’s the truth.

Eileen!! <3

Chuck is God :o

Let’s kill Amara!

Except we don’t kill her, she just needs to bond with her bro.

Here, have your mom back

Season 12

Mom????

British Men of Letters

Lucifer F*cks

Boy I didn’t think this would turn into what it did, let me tell you

Winchesters escape from Federal Prison

Cas says “I love you”

But like, the plural you. No homo.

Sam admits he lost his drive to lead, then finds it again and leads hunters against the dang brits! Hooray!

Oh shoot Lucifer wants custody of his kid!

FIGHT

Fatality – Castiel

Fatality – Mary

Oh no wait she didn’t die she’s just trapped.

Season 13

Jack jack jack jack jack

3 dads, all at various levels of dadding

Actually 2 excellent dads, one dad who is too emotionally damaged to dad but he tries sometimes

Yeah Cas pisses of a cosmic entity. That won’t come back to bite him

Jack just wants to be good

Wayward sisters was not picked up which sucks

Apocalypse world

Rowena is our friend now

Custody Battle!!! Who wins? Not Lucifer

We saved the day! And a ton of people

Literally they made a whole deal of the people being like “We won’t leave our home or our cause” and then they got back to Sam and Dean’s world, didn’t have archangel grace and were just like “meh, actually this place is cool. We don’t have to worry about going back”

Psych! We’re not done yet! Luci wants his kid

And Michael wants his planet

Season 14

Michael! Dean

Jack dies

But it’s ok, we fixed you, just don’t use your powers

Oh shoot he used his power

Nick is somehow alive

In love with Lucifer

Burn his ass!!

Oh Mary disapproves

RIP Mary

RIP Dean being a father, now he’s gonna murder

Hi Chuck, nice of you to show up

Oh no.

Season 15

Chuck sucks

Dean and Cas break up ☹

Sam has visions again

But he’s not psychic, it’s just the piece of his soul inside Chuck

Resurrect your girlfriend! Yeah!!

Jack is eating hearts, but it’s ok, Death told him to do it.

Garden of Eden?

Get your soul back boy!

 And cry

Honorable mentions (Aka these happened but idr when)

Sam falls in love with a werewolf and then has to kill her and MAN Jared really brought the tears

AU where Supernatural is a TV show

Finding out Supernatural is a book series and the author is Chuck!

Crowley becomes helpful mostly

Crowley has a son??

 Meet grandpa

Ellen, Jo, and Ash die

Bobby dies

literally everybody dies

Kill Hitler

They meet that Jewish guy with the Golem who pretended to flirt with Dean at some point.

Jimmy Novak was a devout man who deserved a lot better than he got

Claire Novak is so cool

She moves in with Jody

When do we meet Jody? She’s just always kinda been there?

Gabriel, I don’t remember anything about Gabriel

The council of the Gods’ happens and then I think Gabriel dies in that episode?? Idr

The Four Horsemen

Death, Pestilence, War, Famine

“You’re not hungry Dean”

 I literally do not remember what was happening with these guys

Also, they killed Death, killed a reaper, that reaper became the new Death. I remember when all that happened I just didn’t feel like putting it in the timeline.

[bccity]

MARCH 2020 BC ENTERTAINMENT SCHEDULES & REVIEW

Members may earn 3 points each (up to 6 points) for writing, by the end of April 7 KST:

A solo para of 400+ words based on their monthly schedule (does not count toward your monthly limit).

A thread of six posts (three per participant, including the starter) based on the monthly schedule.

Threads and solos do not have to take place directly during an important date listed on the schedule, but must be related to what the muse is mentioned to be doing in the paragraph explaining their schedule/the company’s schedule for the month and/or their thoughts on the mentioned activities or lack thereof.

These schedules may be updated throughout the month if new information needs to be added.

Reminder: February schedule posts are due by the end of March 7 KST.

Overall Company

Word is passed down by management that Kim Byungchul has expressed his personal thanks for all of BC’s idols for performing at his wedding. The couple are on an extended honeymoon overseas, so they won’t be seen much these days, but that doesn’t mean anyone else at the company gets a break this month. As the end of the first quarter, the company is set on starting the year strong and believe there’s no better time than now to do so.

Important dates:

N/A

BC Soloist 1

“Roller Coaster” has only risen up the charts, so BC is eager to go forward with their plans for a summer comeback. She won’t get any real rest time before beginning comeback preparations for her next album, but she’ll will be filming a reality show about her “free month”. It’s her first reality show since debut. The first episode will film her going about her daily routine at home. If she’d like a (female) industry friend to make an appearance visiting her home during the first episode, she will be encouraged to do so. For the show, throughout the month, she’s also go kart racing, go to an arcade, visit Tokyo, Japan [2] [3], and get her fortune read.

Important dates:

March 20-22: Trip to Tokyo, Japan.

March 30: Performance at Seoul Spring Festival Day Concert (see event).

Decipher

They’ve been informed they’ll begin preparing for their next Korean comeback next month, but for now, their schedules are more on the calm side. They’ve landed a new brand deal with casual clothing brand TBJ for their S/S collection this year, so they have a CF to shoot for that with a fun and laidback concept and a fan sign with the brand at the end of the month. Their Japanese single album releases mid-month to much positive reception in Japan and they’re able to top both the daily and weekly Japanese single album charts with it.

Important dates:

March 11: TBJ S/S 2020 CF shoot.

March 18: Release of “L.U.V” and L.U.V Japanese single album.

March 27: TBJ fan sign in Gangnam, Seoul.

              ↳ Decipher R & V

No schedules for the month.

Important dates:

N/A.

              ↳ CHAMPION

Throughout the beginning of the month, the members will continue to meet up at the BC Entertainment building to rehearse choreography so that by the 20th, they’re prepared to leave on a short trip to Dubai to film parts of the music video for their sub-unit debut title track. In the days following their return, they’ll be busy with more promotional content filming. Fans are sure to notice that the same group of idols that was seen at the BC building is now taking the same flight out of the airport, but BC and Dimensions continue to not confirm anything to keep fans talking.

Important dates:

March 20-22: Trip to Dubai for “Jopping” MV filming.

March 23: CHAMPION focus trailer video filming.

March 24: CHAMPION group trailer video filming.

March 25: Additional “Jopping” MV filming.

March 26: Album photoshoot.

BEE

It’s comeback time and as has been the case since they renewed their contracts, this comeback is a successful one, especially in the digitals departments. They might not need the promotion, but BC will be sending them out on both Knowing Bros and Yoo Heeyeol’s Sketchbook during their promotions to connect with the general public more, since they’ve always been their biggest audience.

Important dates:

March 10: Release of “I Like That” & Insane Love showcase, promotions continue until April 10.

March 11: Filming of Knowing Bros episode (to be aired March 21).

March 13: Filming of Yoo Heeyeol’s Sketchbook episode (performing: I Like That, Touch My Body, and Say I Love You, to be aired March 20).

March 30: Performance at Seoul Spring Festival Day Concert (see event).

              ↳ 2BEE

As the group is promoting this month, the two unit members will not have much work for debut prep. Instead, they’ll be asked to continue perfecting the performance of the choreography they learned last month in order to be ready for the music video filming next month.

Important dates:

N/A

Knight

It’s been a while since Knight held any concerts in the US, but this month they have three stops in the country as well as a concert in Indonesia shortly following. BC has opted not to have Knight do the normal round of English press idols tend to do while in the States as they’d prefer to pull out their connections for CHAMPION since the sub-unit will be much more targeted toward the market than Knight has been. The members will leave Korea on the 4th to stay in Chicago on the 5th and 6th, Newark on the 7th, 8th, 9th, and 10th, and Los Angeles on the 11th, 12th, and 13th before leaving to Jakarta on the morning of the 14th. While in Los Angeles, they’ll do a shoot with 1st Look magazine.

Important dates:

March 6: UNLIMITED tour concert at Wintrust Arena in Chicago, IL, USA. 

March 8: UNLIMITED tour concert at Prudential Center in Newark, NJ, USA.

March 12: Photo shoot for 1st Look’s May issue in Los Angeles, CA, USA.

March 13: UNLIMITED tour concert at The Forum in Los Angeles, CA, USA. 

March 15: UNLIMITED tour concert at Indonesia Convention Exhibition in Jakarta, Indonesia.

              ↳ White Knight

No schedules for the month.

Important dates:

N/A

              ↳ CHAMPION

Throughout the beginning of the month, the members will continue to meet up at the BC Entertainment building to rehearse choreography so that by the 20th, they’re prepared to leave on a short trip to Dubai to film parts of the music video for their sub-unit debut title track. In the days following their return, they’ll be busy with more promotional content filming. Fans are sure to notice that the same group of idols that was seen at the BC building is now taking the same flight out of the airport, but BC and Dimensions continue to not confirm anything to keep fans talking.

Important dates:

March 20-22: Trip to Dubai for “Jopping” MV filming.

March 23: CHAMPION focus trailer video [2] filming.

March 24: CHAMPION group trailer video filming.

March 25: Additional “Jopping” MV filming.

March 26: Album photoshoot [2]

Lipstick

Their Japanese studio album releases this month and although it underperforms by BC’s expectations by only selling a few thousand albums in Japan in the first week, they have a Japanese tour to gear up for to accompany it. Now that they know all the choreography for the tour, they’ll be expected to continue to practice the choreography, though official tour rehearsals have not started yet. They’ll also have fittings for the tour, but it’s a fairly relaxed month and BC has granted them a one-week vacation from March 6 to 12, unless the member has individual schedules during that time.

Important dates:

March 6-12: Vacation.

March 18: Release of Dress To Kill Japanese album.

March 20: Japanese tour fittings.

              ↳ Lip Gloss

Lip Gloss will also be performing their unit songs as a part of Lipstick’s Japanese tour due to the popularity of their earlier songs with the Japanese audience, so they’ll have additional fittings on the tour fitting day and will be expected to refresh themselves on the choreography of “My Copycat” and “Catallena”.

Important dates:

N/A

CHARM

After the end of their music show promotions on the third, there’s only a short time before they take off to Japan, and that time will be filled with rehearsals aimed at perfecting their performances again as they return to touring. Before leaving, they’ll also be in the studio to record the main OST for the second season of A-TEEN. Their unit OST for the first season earned them a Best OST award at MAMA last year, so BC was happy to have them reprise their role as OST singers, this time as a full group, for the second season.

Important dates:

March 3: End of music show promotions.

March 10: Ode To You tour concert at Osaka-Jo Hall in Osaka, Japan. 

March 11: Ode To You tour concert at Osaka-Jo Hall in Osaka, Japan. 

March 15: Ode To You tour concert at Aichi Sky Expo Hall A in Aichi, Japan. 

March 16: Ode To You tour concert at Aichi Sky Expo Hall A in Aichi, Japan.

March 30: Performance at Seoul Spring Festival Day Concert (see event).

              ↳ CHARM U

They continue to perform the song during their Japanese tour to hype the release, but now that their debut is next month, they’ll need to shoot the teaser photos and digital album cover. The news of the unit officially debuting will be announced mid-month, after which the members are allowed to publicly acknowledge that they’ll be releasing and promoting the song.

Important dates:

March 5: Teaser photo shoot.

WISH

To prepare for their comeback at the very end of the month, the members will have photo shoots for the album photo book [2] as well as the promotional teasers before their music video filming mid-month. Their Korean comeback isn’t the only thing they’re working on though, as they need to continue preparing for their next Japanese comeback as well with fittings and learning the title song’s choreography.

Important dates:

March 1: “Feel Special” MV and stage outfit &  “Fake & True” MV outfit fittings.

March 3: Feel Special photo book [2] shoot.

March 13: Teaser photo shoot.

March 15: “Feel Special” MV filming.

March 30: Performance at Seoul Spring Festival Day Concert (see event).

March 30: Release of “Feel Special” & Feel Special showcase, promotions continue until April 30.

March 30: MV Copy and Talking Relay video filming.

[demonsofhunting]

The Shiver - Chapter 1

Pairing: hunter!Dean x witch!Cas

Summary: Castiel Novak is having a peaceful life. Well, as peaceful as a life within a coven can be. Things are starting to get out of control as their High Priestess, Ellen Harvelle, confronts him with her worries that there could be traitors among them...

Warnings: fluff, some angst

Words: 1400

A/N: Welcome to this mini series! *screeching* This idea hit me like a train and I had to make something out of it! I hope you'll enjoy this short journey as much as I do! ♡ There are a few parts in progress. In fact I don't know yet, in how many parts I'll split this story, but we'll see...

{ I love the Harvelles, so I had to include them into this story as witches...XD }

I hope you'll like it! Enjoy! <3

It's a cold, dark night. He is running through empty streets, a foreign creature right behind him. It chases him, wants him to give up, wants to taste his flesh.

Not today!

He escalates, breathing, heavily. His footsteps are a loud, static noise that echoes in his ears, firmly. A cold breath is sweeping over his neck, making him feel dizzy. He's stumbles, falls to the ground.

That's it.

The next thing he feels are the heavy claws of a monster made out of shadows, slicing his throat. Pain pulses through his body, he tries to scream, but there's too much blood, spilling on the ground...

"Jesus Christ!" Castiel cries out, sitting up, rapidly. His hands are going to his throat, his eyes are wide, and filled with pure fear.

His heart races, and he looks around in despair.

He's in his room, sitting on his bed. It's messy as always, a lot of different stuff is lying around. And plants.

So many plants.

They're covering every inch on the top of Cas' shelves, making it look like he's surrounded be leaves.

Someone chuckles behind him. It's a familiar noise.

It takes Cas a moment to realise.

Then his shoulders are relaxing, slowly, and he growls: "Really, Jo? Are you serious?! I almost had an heart attack!"

Jo Harvelle laughs, running one hand through her soft blonde locks. She's wearing a cute dress in a dark colour, her eyes are shining in the sunlight that falls through the room's window.

Castiel sighs, and falls back into his bedsheets. He chuckles.

"How did you do that? That was a real nightmare!" he moans, covering his red face with his hands.

Jo sits down next to him, ruffling his black hair.

"Practice. And talent, of course," she hums with a wide smile on her lips, "I though you could use a good scare. Still afraid of monsters, huh? My poor, little Castiel!"

"Stop it!" he yells, pulling her hands away, firmly, "Someday, I'll scare the shit out of you!"

She laughs: "Promise?"

"Promise," Cas says, nodding.

"Okay. C'mon. Mum wants to talk to us," she says, raising her eyebrows.

The other sighs: "Oh no. What did you do? I told you to stay at home last night and not go to that stupid party - "

"Shush. It was fun. I'm pretty good at sneaking out. I'm sure that she doesn't know about it. It must be something else..." Jo interrupts him, thoughtfully, "C'mon!"

Then she walks out of the room, just leaving a smell of roses behind her. Cas pulls himself up again. He leaves his bed, and throws on some clothes. Then he steps into the floor, walking through it until he reaches the kitchen of the house.

Ellen Harvelle is cleaning the dishes with firm gestures, her brown hair bobs up and down, stroking her shoulders.

She's the perfect, relaxed picture of a High Priestess who lives in this century. She has many responsibilities within the coven, but it's like she found the perfect balance between her task and her free time. Ellen tries her best, but she wants to be treated like every other witch in the house.

And it works.

We're kind of a democracy here.

Jo is already sitting at the kitchen table, sipping tea. She rolls her eyes as Cas enters the room, and nods to an empty seat on her side.

Castiel sits down, slowly.

"Morning," he says, yawning.

Ellen turns around. She smiles, lightly.

"Hey. It took you a while, huh?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Well," Cas begins, but she interrupts him, quickly.

"I'm not here to rebuke you. You have done great in the last weeks, both of you. I'm proud of you for doing your best to be inconspicuous. Trust me, it's better this way, even if people aren't as mean to witches as they were back then in the middle ages, but...some of them will never change. Some of us too. There were a couple of murders happening in our town within the last days. I'm pretty sure that it's one of our coven who tries to be 'rebellious'. What leads me to my question: Who do you think it is?"

"Oh," Cas stutters, his mouth falling open, "You think, if you don't stop this witch, there could be...hunters coming into our town...?"

Worries are circling in his head, his heart begins to ache. He only encountered a hunter once before. Back then, this one murdered his whole family. Castiel was the only one who could save himself.

At this time he was five years old.

That was twenty years ago. Since then, he stays with the Harvelle's and the rest of their coven at an old villa near the forest. This villa became his home, and he feels good in it.

I don't want to lose that. We need to stop this stubborn witch until we all need to pay for that person's mistakes!

He shivers. Jo looks pretty uncomfortable too.

"Yes," Ellen says, seriously, "That's exactly what I think."

Jo tilts her head, closing her eyes.

"Maybe Henry. He would be very likely to do something like that," she mutters, taking another sip of her tea.

Cas thinks about the creepy, old man that hates 'normal people' and spends the last years of his life looking out of the window, talking to birds.

"Yeah," he says, "That could be. What about Benny?"

"Nah," Ellen contradicts, "Benny is such a sweetheart. He wouldn't do something like that."

As if she called for it, a tall man enters the room. He smiles, waving.

"Hey," he greets, walking to the counter, attempting to make some coffee.

"Morning, Benny," Jo calls, looking at Cas with a shrug.

Castiel chuckles. There's a reason why he and Jo are best friends, even if she's a few years younger than him. They don't need words to communicate.

"Ellen," Cas begins under his breath, "What if Jo and I would take a closer look at the other witches' rooms, maybe we will find something that leads to black magic."

Jo nods, shooting her mother a look, begging.

Ellen sighs, leaning forth.

"Okay. But first, you'll have to buy some new herbs for me. I already ordered them, they must be at the shop. I'll try to find an excuse for a coven meeting, so that you can take a look into the rooms without being interrupted," she gives in.

Cas smiles.

"Sure," he says.

---------------------------------------------------

"My mum loves you. You have these puppy eyes that make her weak," Jo says with amusement in her voice as they're walking down a crowded street that is lined with different shops.

Cas shrugs.

"I'm a nice guy," he says, trying his best to balance the tons of bags on his shoulders.

Ellen didn't say that she ordered tons of different herbs...

"I know - oh look! They sell crystals over here!" Jo shouts in excitement, already making her way over to the shop she was talking about.

Cas sighs and tries to follow her, without running someone over.

Surprisingly, it's Jo who crashes right into another person. She squeeks, falling to the ground.

"Jo!" Cas shouts, trying to get as fast to her as he can. Suddenly, he hesitates.

There's already somebody who helps his friend up. It's the man which she crashed into.

Holy shit.

Even for this distance, Cas can see how handsome he is. He has soft hair in the colour of light brown...no, it's not just 'light brown'.

As the sunlight hits its tips, it's shining like mild honey, mixed with something that Cas isn't capable of finding out.

The young man wears a flannel and ripped jeans.

Castiel can't see his face right now, but he's pretty sure that it must be like staring into the sun. The look on Jo's face says it all.

She smiles, widely, her eyes are shining like bright stars, as she flips her hair over her shoulder with a wink, while talking to the stranger.

Then the man leaves, and the young woman can't help but stare after him.

Cas walks over to her.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asks, carefully. He swallows: "Who, who was that guy?"

Jo shakes her head, smiling like an idiot.

"Oh god, Cas! He was hot as hell," she answers with a dreamy sigh.

"Wow," the other bursts out.

She nods: "Yeah. He was so pretty that I felt like I could cry."

"Did - Did you get his number or something like that?" Cas mutters, shifting uncomfortably.

What is wrong with me? I feel like someone just threw me into a pot with hot water, just to drown me in one with icy cold liquid!

Jo shakes her head, sadly.

"No," she says, catching his gaze, "I didn't. Wasn't the right time."

"But - but what if you'll never see him again? What, if you just missed your chance to be with the love of your life?" her friend stutters in surprise.

The young woman just smiles, patting his shoulder.

"No need to worry. If we're made for each other, then we'll encounter again. And again. Until we're meant to be together. I believe in that," she tells him, already turning around, "C'mon! Let's shop some pretty crystals!"

{ A/N: CHAPTER TWO♡ }

That was part one! Thank you so much for reading and if you would like to leave a comment or reblog this shit, I will love you forever! <3

Feel free to tell me if you found mistakes, too. I know that this is far from perfect. ♡

Tag lists are open!

Destiel/Forever Tags: @adoptdontshoppets @rebeloftheseas @ablavalba @smodernlife @ignis-glaciesque @certaindeanwinchesterforcastiel @xsghn @trenchcoatsandfreckles @helpmeluci @legendary-destiel @leahslovelylibrary

"The Shiver" Tags: @angel-e-v-a ( thanks for encouraging me a lot about this story <3 ❤ ) @winchesterzforever

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Michael After Midnight: TGWTG Anniversary Crossovers

I think enough time has passed where I can talk about these films without looking like I’m jumping on a trend.

Back when it was, you know, an actual thing, Channel Awesome would every so often gather together and make a big-as anniversary film to celebrate the site. The movies would always be these massive doorstoppers where everyone would be running around in Halloween costumes of whatever character they liked the most that fit the theme and fighting some random villain. None of this ever really tied in to their work, and none of this even remotely had anything to do with reviews. It was all just hanging around with friends and having dumb fun, and when I was younger I kind of just accepted that.

But certain revelations have made that dubious. No one was having fun making these. Everyone was miserable, except perhaps Doug Walker, who was just utterly oblivious to the plight of his coworkers. There was seedy stuff going on, people were pretty much being tortured and abused, and it’s a wonder anyone was ever able to feign enjoyment in any of their scenes. And looking back on these movies I used to remember fondly, I have to say… they kind of really, legitimately suck ass. These three films – Kickassia, Suburban Knights, and To Boldly Flee – are just legitimately painful and depressing to sit through, for reasons both meta and writing-wise.

The biggest problem with all of them is their humor, which is a pretty big problem when you’re starring a bunch of comedians, some of whom can be legitimately funny. The worst bits tend to revolve around the mind-boggling number of references they cram into each script; To Boldly Flee and Suburban Knights are much worse in this regard, as they have all of the actors literally dressed up as their favorite characters, but there are two examples of this sort of thing that shine as the worst examples of all. The first is Lindsay Ellis doing a Sarah Palin impersonation in Kickassia; Palin was such a flash-in-the-pan politician that it instantly dates the whole movie, and I don’t know if it was just bad writing, lack of direction, or what, but Ellis just fails to make this joke work at all. Like I know I can’t expect this to be as funny as Iron Sky’s Palin riffing, but still, it’s just sad.

The absolute worst, however, is JO in To Boldly Flee as Ed from Cowboy Bepob… at least that’s who I think he’s supposed to be playing. I know nothing about Cowboy Bebop and have outright refused to ever watch it because if Ed is anything like how JO played her, I’m going to fucking hate the whole show, Steve Blum and Melissa Fahn be damned. JO’s portrayal is whiny, hyper, annoying, manic, obnoxious… there’s not a single positive thing that can be said. His performance of the character is pretty much the poster child for just how absolutely awful these movies could get.

There’s also a lot of jokes where the punchline is basically just “this guy’s body/genitalia is funny, teehee.” Suburban Knights and To Boldly Flee have some truly awful examples of this, such as the numerous upskirts Doug Walker gets as Link and the infamous Spoony Dune scene. But even that isn’t the worst of it. The worst of it comes from the frequent states of near-nudity that Justin “JewWario” Carmichael would find himself in throughout these films. To Boldly Flee has him channeling George Takei and fencing without his shirt on, which is bad enough, but Suburban Knights has perhaps the worst scene of all, in any of these films, though only with hindsight.

For those of you not familiar, JewWario was outed as a creepy sexual predator during the whole #ChangeTheChannel fiasco. The guy groomed young women and did god knows what else during his time on the site, with none of his coworkers any the wiser and the management doing their best to cover it up; in fact, everyone only found out because the suits who owned CA made a huge blunder during their rebuttal of the claims of its former employees. With all of that context, please try and rewatch Suburban Knights’ climax in which JewWario helps save the day by revealing his penis to everyone. This right here is Keyser Soze levels of “uncomfortable in hindsight.”

The stories aren’t much better, and often fall into the same sort of issues that The Angry Video Game Nerd movie fell into, in that nothing in these films really showcases why we love the reviewers; Kickassia infamously has the Dr. Insano twist, as one example of how they botched this. All of these movies just feel too epic in scope and don’t really try to incorporate anything that we love about these reviewers into the films. Only To Boldly Flee really does anything right in that regard, as it throws back to everything from oneshot Nostalgia Critic villains to the Todd-Lindsay-Lupa love triangle to Phelous dying… the real problem is you have to actually sit through To Boldly Flee to see that. The movies go for these epic plots where the reviewers do cool shit like take over micronations (Kickassia), quest for powerful artifacts (Suburban Knights), or deal with extremely heavy-handed and hamfisted allegories for internet privacy bills (To Boldly Flee). You’d think maybe throwing a bunch of comedians into an epic plot like any of these could lead to some funny jokes, or maybe some sort of Monty Python-esque parody, but no, instead these comedians decide to revel in melodrama and try to genuinely act, with EXTREMELY mixed results. It doesn’t help that some of these people just aren’t even remotely funny when they’re trying to be.

Here’s the thing with The Angry Video Game Nerd’s movie, in comparison to these, though: it may have had this epic, ridiculous, goofy plot involving Area 51, kaiju, aliens, and crappy Atari games buried in a landfill, but the entire plot was building up to, and ultimately delivered on, the promise of the long-awaited review of the E.T. game. For all the film’s flaws, Rolfe knew what we loved about the Nerd, he knew what the fans wanted, and by god did he give it to them in the silliest, most epic way possible. Even if I didn’t love the film, the fact Rolfe knew why we’d want to see a feature-length Nerd film in the first place speaks volumes about how he understands that he can do what will make him happy artistically and still show the fans what they want to see.

These movies from the Channel Awesome crew don’t seem to get that at all. They don’t build up to a review. They don’t build up to them discovering the worst movie or song or whatever they review. They’re all very straightforward genre comedies where they can make a bunch of shallow, Seltzer & Friedberg-esque “Look at this thing that exists! That’s a joke right?” references. Aside from seeing your favorite reviewers in a goofy plot like this, where is there any bit of the reason you watch these people in the first place? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if they were playing characters instead of them playing themselves, in their internet reviewer personas; at least then you wouldn’t be watching Brad Jones stumbling around in a Darth Vader helmet and think to yourself miserably “God I wish that poor guy was watching another E.T. porno.”

So there are some positives in these films, shockingly enough. Brad Jones is consistently good across the entire ‘trilogy,’ especially in Kickassia where he has the good sense to walk out on all the bullshit for a while. Maybe it’s just because these films got me interested in him, but I definitely think he does a good job. The same can be said for a lot of the actors, such as the bad guy in Suburban Knights and Ma-Ti’s actor; they manage to deliver at least solid performances in spite of the films. And then there are the James Rolfe cameos, and it’s just always good to see Rolfe in general.

To Boldly Flee, despite its reputation, actually has a lot of genuinely good bits. For instance, the distraction song is actually a really solid musical number. Linkara, Doug, and Spoony actually play really well off of each other, so when they have their three idiot villains team up they at least get some decently good moments. And other reviewers I generally like such as Phelous or Todd do a solid job, and frankly in To Boldly Flee Doug Walker does show some impressive dramatic acting… but it’s in service of a character who has previously been portrayed as a petulant, whiny, self-serving, egotistical manchild, so it almost feels like he’s playing a totally different character. Still, credit where credit is due.

None of these films succeed at what they want to. Ostensibly, they are supposed to be celebrating the site and the friendship of the reviewers, but as I mentioned, there’s no reviewing, there’s nothing that indicates what the site is about, and they all just come off as ego-stroking self-congratulatory wanking. None of these films were worth the pain and suffering that the cast and crew had to go through to produce these, and watching them at all these days is especially hard knowing that a lot of these people are smiling and joking through pain, stress, and abuse. It’s sick.

Kickassia may be the most competent, but that isn’t saying much at all. Aside from the whole Palin bit, this one has a simple, straightforward plot and is relatively down-to-earth, and it almost feels like it really was just a bunch of friends making a shitty low budget action movie in the desert… something sadly undermined by reality. Suburban Knights is probably one of the most uncomfortable to sit through due to jokes like Film Brain saying he’d eat Kinley Mochrie’s “pea-ness” (this was before she came out mind you) and the numerous jokes surrounding JewWario’s junk, but it almost works, like it nearly comes close to being a dumb epic fantasy comedy, but it just frequently shoots itself in the foot with the bad writing and acting and its overreliance on references.

To Boldly Flee is, to put it absolutely simple, a hot mess. This film is an utter trainwreck from start to finish. It is the Battlefield Earth of internet review movies, a bloated, messy, overly long dumpster fire with some of the most nightmarish behind-the-scenes stories and horrendous financial mismanagement you could ever imagine. But where Battlefield Earth is at least unintentionally funny, this film… is not. This film just makes you feel bad for everyone involved, it makes your heart ache for all the poor reviewers who had to suffer under the miserable conditions, it makes you question Doug Walker’s sanity in thinking he could turn his screeching manchild of a reviewer into some tragic martyr in a total 180 from how he had always been portrayed prior. None of these three films are worth sitting through, but I think To Boldly Flee is, with hindsight, the one least worth sitting through, which is a truly incredible accomplishment.

It’s kind of tragic. I still like a lot of the reviewers who took part in these – Todd, Linkara, Phelous, Brad Jones, and even Doug to some extent (though that’s an unpopular opinion these days) – but I just can’t muster up any forgiveness for these films anymore. And I don’t blame any of the people in it (except maybe Doug); most of them were there out of obligation or friendship or what have you. These films are just a monument to hubris, ignorance, broken friendships, horrible management, and wanton cruelty to those who called you friends.

See that picture up there at the top? With all of them gathered together like friends? God, how I wish that were the reality. How I wish that picture accurately reflected life, that they were all pals having a good time and that these films were something they were proud of. But behind that picture are stories all of them could tell of hurt, betrayal, resentment, anger, contempt, and some very unspeakable things in Carmichael’s case. I wish the sort of world a surface level glance at that picture shows you existed, where the crew of TGWTG all had a blast making these shitty movies together, because at least in that case I could find a sort of ironic enjoyment in them. But reality has gone out of its way to undermine any of that. 

[bunnymcbunnister]

SPN Season 15 Spoiler Sheet, update 10/6

I’m traveling tomorrow, so I’ll post tonight. We have a few more tidbits from ep 7- Christian Kane being in the episode has given us more of a glimpse into shooting. Adam Rose also vague tweeted about shooting on a show with two badass leads. I doubt that really means Supernatural, but if we had Aaron Bass and this “old friend” in one episode my biDean head would explode. Also pics from two, an episode description for three, and Speight back in the director’s chair for 8. I can’t believe that the premier is this week. As a disclaimer, keep in mind that I just report what I see on internet land. Last year, there were some spoilers that were just plain wrong, so expect that again with hopefully some fun surprises! Happy premier week!!

General Info (oldest to newest)

There is likely to be 20 episodes

They are filming the 4th episode 1st, which Jensen is directing

Returning this year are: Rowena, Ketch, Eileen,Amara, Adam, and Kevin

Jared and Jensen know the ending. Jensen struggled with it at first. Misha does not know the ending as of SDCC

Matt Cohen and Richard Speight Jr. will direct

Sam, Dean, and Cas will struggle with the concept of free will and if they ever really had it

The focus will be more on Hell than Heaven

There is hope to wrap up some Wayward Daughters storylines in the back half of the season

They are adding a whole extra day to filming to do the final scene (Implies logistics- lots of returning people?)

Brad Bucker used the word “romance” when asked about Sam and Dean’s arcs. Did not specify who.

Chuck will be more of an absent protagonist in the 1st half of the season (but he in in ep 4)

At the beginning of the season Dean and Cas will still have a rift. They will reconcile “at some point”. Jensen claims as of script 4 they still have friction. This has been repeated several times, from Misha as well. He indicated Dean is still mad at Cas, but Cas doesn’t feel to blame for Mary’s death.

In an interview, Kripe indicated that the series ending would have “peace” for Sam and Dean

Not much new at the TCA’s, but it was said it is “unlikely” Jeffery Dean Morgan will be back since his last appearance was such a good end note. There were some jokes about a Castiel spin off. Hell, I’d watch.

There will be a special tribute ep, not clear if its one of the 20 or additional

Misha will be in 15 out of 20 episodes this season

According to Dabb, Sam and Dean are going to start to lose people who, in past seasons, we would’ve never lost — and lose them in a very real way. Our guys are going to realize there’s a certain finality, and some of the things they’ve relied on to get through the day — people, talents, things like that — they are no longer going to be able to roll out. And that’s going to throw them for a loop (Unfortunately, my guess in Rowena)

Also according to Dabb, Jack is still in the empty and “he’s not coming back in the near future” (this makes no sense. He’s on set for several episodes- interacting with the boys)

Cas’ deal with the Empty may come up later in the season.

Kevin will return.

Season 15 promo: https://youtu.be/V232RpcCdTY

Christan Kane (Leverage/Angel) will star as “Leo” an “old friend” of Deans. He is an old friend of Jensen’s.

General season 15 promo- more of a retrospective: https://youtu.be/_hlkNQL5Ecg

Dabb intimated that Chuck was inherently responsible for killing Mary when asked how the boys would respond to Jack. 

Dabb compared Chuck and John Winchester, claiming that Dean would have to break free of “conditioning.” Also, for Jack “there have been cosmic forces fighting for his attention since he was in the womb — and that will continue. As much as this season is about Sam and Dean finding agency, it’s also about Castiel finding agency, and it’s about Jack finding agency. As always, death is never the end. It’s just part of the journey and that’s certainly true with Jack.” 

Adam Rose, who played Aaron Bass from the golem episode vauge-tweeted about working a show with two badass leads. Could be Supernatural, but I think the timing is off- he indicated he was filming late Friday night?

Episode 15x01

Title: Back and to the Future

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: Picking up where we left off last season, Sam, Dean and Castiel are left to defend the world after all the souls in hell have been released and are back on Earth and free to kill again.

Written by: Dabb

Director: Showwalter

Filming Dates:  7/30-8/9 (no filming 8/5 for Canadian holiday)

Airdate: Oct 10

Photos: http://www.ksitetv.com/supernatural/supernatural-season-premiere-photos-back-and-to-the-future/196183/

Promo: (for at least ep one and two) ttps://youtu.be/V232RpcCdTY. Also this retrospective: https://youtu.be/_hlkNQL5Ecg

Sneak Peak:

Castiel? Yes Jack ? yes

Guest stars:

Other Spoilers/info:

The first episode will start right where the previous left off

Misha posed with the John Wayne Gacy clown

Jensen posted a series of pics- one clean shaven, one vid of him shaving, and one where he    appeared to be in character with blood and dirt on his face and in Dean plaid, but with his beard… confusing- some time jump theories are developing for ep 4.

Jensen was photoed filming (wearing an FBI jacket)outside with Alex

Misha and Jared filmed outside with a woman and young girl. They were running from the clown guy and a few other zombie looking creatures. CAS WAS NAKED (haha just no trench) and holding a shotgun. It could have been rehearsal and there was no camera in the clip shared by a fan which might explain the coat? Another fan said it was hot and Misha kept taking the coat off, so I’m sure this just a piece of rehearsal footage.

Alex was filming in white sunglasses. Other set photos indicate he had makeup on his eyes making them look burnt out. There is some spec that Jack will come back blind.

Misha posted a pic of the 4 of them in the impala

According to Variety, the boys will escape the zombies in a temp shelter. They are working together, but Cas feel “detached.” Misha seems to indicate that Cas feels unfairly blamed in Mary’s death and is deeply upset about Jack.

Episode 15x02

Title: Raising Hell

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: SENDING OUT AN SOS – Sam (Jared Padalecki), Dean (Jensen Ackles) and Castiel (Misha Collins) call on Rowena (Guest Star Ruth Connell) to help keep the evil souls at bay and get an unexpected assist from Ketch (Guest Star David Haydn-Jones). Robert Singer directed the episode written by Brad Buckner & Eugenie Ross-Leming (#1503). Original airdate 10/17/2019.

Written by: Buckleming

Director: Singer

Filming Dates:  8/12- 8/21

Airdate: 10/17

Photos: http://www.ksitetv.com/supernatural/supernatural-15-2-photos-raising-hell/196890/

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel? YES Jack ? YES

Guest stars: Ruth Connell, David Haydn-Jones, Rob Benedict, Osric Cho, Emily Swallow (?)

Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):

A set was a high school set up to be a shelter.

Chuck, Ketch and Rowena will be in this. Maybe Amara too. Emily Swallow was in town for only a short time, so I imagine it would just be a scene or two

Ghosts/zombies were seen on set. There will be a scene with Rowena attacking them that includes at least Dean and Cas.

There will be one longer scene in a park.

Alex was in sunglasses again - not sure if this is a costume thing or an Alex thing

Ruth posted two vids of Misha claiming that he had filmed several scenes, but had no dialog - over three days so it must be a scripted reason (A spell? Chuck? Is he giving Dean the silent treatment?)

Ruth posted a video with her trailer, but the video showed Alex’s as well, so Jack

Misha posted from set in costume. Minus the coat again, but I’m still blaming the heat…. But he was without in the two Ruthie videos as well… soo……? I don’t know. I still think it’s a heat issue.

Night shoots are scheduled in a warehouse. Hand painted signs indicating quarantine were nearby

Kevin is back

Episode 15x03

Title: The Rupture

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:  AS IT IS WRITTEN – Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean (Jensen Ackles) together with Rowena (guest star Ruth Connell) work tirelessly to keep all of hell from breaking loose. Castiel (Misha Collins) cannot forgive an arrogant betrayal. Charles Beeson directed the episode written by Robert Berens. (#1504). Original Airdate 10/24/2019.

Written by: Berens

Director: Charles Beeson

Filming Dates:  8/22-9/2

Airdate: 10/24

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel? yes Jack? yes

Guest stars:  Ruthie Connell

Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):

Part of this ep will take place in hell as well as the cemetery where Jack died at the end of last season

Misha mentioned a scene at VanCon with him, Sam, Dean, Rowena, and Jack

Sam Smith was on set, but I would imagine she was visiting as she was in town for VanCon

Episode 15x04 (filmed out of order)

Title: Atomic Monsters

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

Written by:

Director: Jensen Ackles

Filming Dates:  7/18-7/29

Airdate: 10/31 ?

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel? Probably not  Jack? Probably not

Guest stars:  Rob Benedict

Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):

Jensen mentioned  a guest star “fan favorite”  that hasn’t been seen since season 7 that is no longer in the business. Guesses include Becky, who hasn’t acted in a while but isn’t exactly a fan favorite, Meg, who hasn’t acted but she was in season 8, and Balthazar or Frank or Jo or Rufus, but all act frequently. Jensen doesn’t always have the most accurate season memory, so he could be off on the season. Since this seems like a Chuck episode, my guess is Becky but I hope for Meg. SOURCE UNCONFIRMED- I haven’t seen this in a reliable source, so take it with a grain of salt.

There was a beaver mascot on set… it looks like they are filming at a school called Beaverdale

Jensen and Jared filed outside in fed suits

Chuck will be in this one. Jensen directed him first alone with his beard unshaved (so maybe a solo Chuck scene or him interacting with others/not the boys). There are also theories of a time jump in this ep.

This will be a one off, classic monster hunting episode with some ties to ongoing storylines. Sam and Dean will leave the bunker to keep their skills sharp

Jensen directed

Misha will not be in this ep

SD Comic Con was during filming

Episode 15x05

Title: Proverbs 17:3

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

Written by: Yockey

Director: Speight

Filming Dates:  9/4-9/13

Airdate: 11/7

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel? No  Jack? doubtful

Guest stars:

Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):

This will most likely be Yockey’s last episode.

Matt Cohen was around, but I imagine he is following directors to prep for his own debut directing.

Scenes were filmed in the bunker and in a wooded area. A woman could be heard screaming in the outside scene.

Episode 15x06

Title: Golden Time

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

Written by: Meredith Glynn

Director: Steve Boyum

Filming Dates:  9/16-9/25

Airdate: 11/14

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel? Yes Jack? Not sure

Guest stars:

Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):

Misha tweeted from set in costume, so Cas.

Misha also tweeted a pic in blood spatter with two bullet holes in his shirt

Ruth also posted a pic of herself covered in blood

At least Ruth and Jared filmed in Rowena’s apartment

Episode 15x07

Title: Last Call

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

Written by: Jeremy Adams

Director: Amyn Kaderali

Filming Dates:  9/26- 10/7

Airdate: Dec 7th is what Christian Kane tweeted…. But that is a Saturday. Dec 5th maybe?

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? Jack ?

Guest stars: maybe Christian Kane? Maybe?

Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):

Misha posted from set in new shoes- very shiny with well tailored pants. (The next day he posted in full Cas costume,so just new shoes?? Another outfit with new shoes?)

Misha and Jensen made a video from set. I feel like if Jared was around he would have been in it since it was about money raised? This was on a Friday, and J2 usually don’t work Fridays. Maybe a Dean Cas scene?

There will be a battle scene in this that Jensen mentioned he was looking forward to and we would enjoy.

After NJ Con, it appeared that Jensen returned to work, Jared and Misha stayed an extra day and then Misha went home. Misha did not return to set that week. 

Jensen and Christian filmed at a bar called Swazey’s. This was the fight scene Jensen was referring to. 

At some point, Sam might be shirtless or we can see part of his chest- Jared had his anti-possession tattoo at the weekend convention

Episode 15x08

Title:

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

Written by:

Director: Speight

Filming Dates:  

Airdate:

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? Jack ?

Guest stars:

Other Spoilers/info (newest to oldest):

[deansmultitudes]

all those summer nights // dean x cas hs!au // 1,5k // written for @writersofdestiel‘s Weekly Words; prompt ‘tell me more’ // ao3

There is no day in the entire school year that’s ever as exciting as the first day after the summer. Except for the last day of school, that is, but that’s long gone and won’t come for another ten months to rescue the students of Lawrence High from the toil of gaining knowledge. For now, they’ve said their goodbyes to the adventure and the lazy days of games and leisure.

For now, they’ve long-since-last-seen-friends to hug in the parking lot, new hair and tanned skin to show off, and the tales of far travels and summer affairs to exchange.

Any other year, Dean Winchester would be happy to partake in the ritual. Especially after a summer like this: straight from the road trip to California, just him and his dad, where he’d be learning the ropes of the family business in the mornings, bathe in the ocean in the afternoons and party by the beach fire ‘til late night hours. The last two months have been as good as could be. So it isn’t for the lack of stories to tell that Dean, at the first sounds of the enthusiastic buzzing in the cafeteria, throws his leather jacket on and leaves the building.

But the quiet isn’t in his cards for today. It doesn’t take long for his usual gang to find him on the bleachers.

“You thought you could lose us, Winchester?”

Dean takes what little advantage he can, leaning back against Jo’s legs as soon as the girl sits down behind him, and sprawling out comfortably, face raised to the sun.

“Wouldn’t dream of it!”

Benny and Charlie sit on each side of him, ready to hold him back if he tries to escape. But he’s not that desperate for solitude. And maybe solitude’s not the best solution for him today, anyway. His little brother would probably tell him he’s grieving or some crap like that, but Sam’s just a smartass and his opinion should not be counted.

He sure as hell is happy to see his friends after the whole summer of nothing but rather cryptic texts and orange-and-teal-tinged pics on the Instagram thing.

“Alright, spill,” Charlie insists, as soon as she’s done bragging about all her gaming wins she finally had time to score. “You ended up chained to a coffee maker and photocopier dusk ‘til dawn, that’s why you ain’t talking?”

Dean lets out a laugh. “I don’t know what you think my dad’s work looks like, but no. It was a blast. Dad didn’t care what I did after hours, as long as he didn’t have to drag me off the bed the next morning.” He can’t hold back a smile blooming on his face, though he knows it’ll be his demise. “It was really, really great.”

Benny shoots him a smirk of his own. “Am I sensing Hallmark?”

“You’re saying it as if this player ever passed up on romancing.”

“No, but look at him.” The tips of Jo’s blonde hair tickle Dean’s face as she leans over him, drags his chin farther up. “This was no hookup.”

Dean rolls his eyes, trying to ditch the stupid, giddy grin, but he must be failing miserably because everyone’s noses are now in his business and there’s no getting out of it.

“Fine! There was someone. Happy?”

But of course, it’s not enough. Benny slides in closer, his elbow playfully in Dean’s ribs.

“Come on,” he coaxes, “tell me more, chief.”

Dean snorts. “Not without the whole dance routine,” he jokes, the whole Grease vibe not lost on him.

Next thing he hears is a deep sigh to his left. He turns just in time to see Charlie, as always ready to take one for the team, standing up with a very determined face.

Dean’s eyes grow wide. “What the—Charlie, stop that!”

He grabs her by the waist and, with little resistance, drags her down, back to her seat. There’s no one near to witness it, but Dean’d still rather avoid being forced to sing and dance because of his own dumb joke.

“Hey, that was your idea.” Charlie shrugs.

Behind them, Jo’s got just too much fun. “Now, I want to do this just to embarrass you.”

Dean ignores her. His mind’s already back in California on that beach where his eyes first met the radiant blue that for a moment was all of Dean’s sky. The water dripped off the guy’s hair as he hovered over Dean’s face, concern wrinkling his brow until Dean coughed out and assured him that he was fine, salt still burning in his throat.

“There was a guy,” he begins, the nostalgia tinging his voice. “A sweet, dreamy—” no, that’s too much; he clears his throat “—hot guy.”

“Mmm, go on.” Jo shifts in her seat to lean between him and Charlie.

Of course. There’ll be no rest for the wicked until they get every last detail.

While Dean’d rather keep the details to himself, if only for a little while longer. After all, they’re all he’s got now left of Cas.

Memories.

Of the way the fire made shadows dance on his face and rendered his eyes black. Of the taste of molten chocolate dripping from the s’more down Cas’s chin. Of the strong grip of his hand as they ran from the cops who crashed the party.

Of the softness of Cas’s lips with a lemonade beer aftertaste.

Of the texture of sand beneath Dean’s back, the silver glow of their skin in the moonlight that slipped through the cracks in the dock.

Of the crack in Cas’s voice as they said their goodbyes.

No. Those, Dean’s taking to his grave.

“I met him on the beach and we hit it off right away,” he begins, deciding to focus on the things that Cas is—was. “He was so— weird, in the most adorable way — peculiar. And intense—” carrying a heaviness in his eyes — “and gentle and—” bearing a childlike hunger for the world, as if everything he felt, he felt for the first time “—just fun to be around.”

Dean closes his eyes, as his cheeks flush hot. This is just getting saccharine now. He straightens, collar up, palms thrust nonchalantly into his pockets.

“And he was crazy into me,” he ends with a sly smirk, going back to his regular strut.

Jo shoots him down as quickly. “Right, he’s the one head over heels.”

She winks at Charlie and they both burst out giggling.

Dean’s never been this grateful for the lunch break to be ending. Still, as he starts to stroll down the stairs, the girls go on without him, right behind his back.

“That’s enough ladies, leave the guy alone,” Benny comes, at last, to Dean’s rescue, as they near the entrance. There’s some commotion going on that Dean’d rather be paying attention to, instead, but his friend’s next words make him rip his eyes off the three guys causing it. “It’s gotta be the first time that our Dean is in love.”

“Love!?” Dean snaps, crossing his arms. “Me? Nah. It was just, you know...summer lovin’, that’s all. Pfft, love,” he echoes as if it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. “I’ll probably never meet the guy again in my life!”

The words couldn’t leave his mouth at a weirder timing; as he turns back to where the new guys are, to one of those guys, in particular, his eyes land on a face he got to know so well, a pair of blues staring back at him.

He blinks to make sure his brain isn’t making things up.

“Cas?”

It’s him. It sure as hell is. Dean doesn’t know how or why, but the guy he’s spent every free minute of the last two months with, the guy he maybe—maybe—more than just likes, is standing right before him. The new guy in school, Dean own freakin’ Sandra Dee.

And Cas recognized him too. The tiniest smile plays on his lips, a barely there thing, but Dean couldn’t miss it for the world.

“Dean,” Cas lets out with something of a relief in his voice.

“I can’t believe you’re here! What are you—?”

“Castiel?” a cold voice cuts Dean off. It’s one of the other two who arrived with Cas. When his palm lands on Cas’s shoulder, it seems to weigh a ton. “Who is this?”

Any sign of softness evaporates from Cas’s face as if a stone mask was plastered on it. His stare turns so cold Dean shivers.

“No one important, Michael,” Cas—Castiel drones. “Just a boy I met recently.”

Before Dean can say a word—think of a word in his blank, stumped mind—all three men turn and walk into the building, leaving Dean frozen where he stands.

“What the hell was that?” Charlie blurts, nearly as shocked as Dean.

“Well, pal”—Jo lends him a comforting pat on the shoulder—“looks like you just got Danny Zucco’d.”