#aimed at Gabriel ofc

[lovelylittledummy]

I WILL SCREAM UNTILL THEY'RE REAL. AS THE HEAVENS AS MY WITNESS AND THE WORLD AS MY OYSTER. I AM A PEARL BORN OUT OF HARDSHIP AND I DESERVE BETTER!!!! RAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

[nalyra-dreaming]

re: the convo about TVL being "done justice", I think 8 eps will be enough as long as the writers know exactly what to focus on & what to save for later. I'm encouraged by Rolin's comments about being 'held hostage' by Lestat, bc the focus needs to be on exploring his psyche through his formative experiences & relationships, and how all of this provides context for seasons 1 & 2..

As you said, we don't need Marius and Armand's detailed backstories yet - imho their accounts will have more impact coming from those characters directly instead of being shared through a third party (not that either of them will get dedicated seasons, but that doesn't mean they won't have their say at some later point). And the bulk of the Akasha/Enkil lore can be saved for the QotD season(s). In s3 we only need to see the impact these characters (plus Nicki & Gabrielle ofc!) had on Lestat, and how all of this informed his later choices.

Yep. And I have a feeling (and also keeping all those marked-by-the-writers TVL books in mind) that this is what they are aiming for.

They're boiling it all down to the essence of Lestat for next season... down to the parts that made him that iconic character.

And, I mean, if they pull it off? It can be pulled off in 8 episodes :)

I have been calling it the make of break season, and it is, but... I am optimistic. And getting more optimistic with every interview we get tbh :))

[yeah-w-r-i-t-e]

You reblogged the "send me questions and bother me" tumblr ask post so I thought I'd come to your inbox. I'm feeling like I'm about to get ill (you know, the first symptoms coming up but you can't grasp it yet) and I need some distraction from it.

So: please rank the Mission Impossible characters by how much you like them (please also add characters that only occurred once or twice throughout the series if you want to). Please tell me why. And then rank them again by the chaotic energy they're radiating :D

Do that only if you want to, that is. Thank you and all the best 🧡

Hey, thanks for the ask! I'm putting the rankings under a cut cause it's gonna get pretty long haha

My number one is obviously Benji!! I'm not sure I can put into words why and how much I love him, but I'll try. Benji became my favorite as soon as I watched Ghost Protocol. I love his nervous energy, how he rambles a lot, and how he clearly has a deep admiration for Ethan. My favorite thing about him, however, is how much he grows over the course of the movies! In mi3, he's just tech support. In Ghost Protocol, he's a freshly-made field agent. Obviously he knows his stuff, but he doesn't have much experience. He also has some major hero worship of Ethan going on (and, as Simon Pegg himself said, a crush). Then, in Rogue Nation, we see him confident enough in both his abilities and relationship with Ethan to yell at him and insist on helping. His character development is beautiful, and I only wish mi3 Benji could see Fallout Benji. I'll have to write that someday.

Number two is also obviously Ethan. He's so fucking crazy and I love that for him. But I also love how he's so obviously good. He's such a genuinely good person. And he has so much hope. He basically runs on hope; even when a mission goes disastrously wrong, he still hopes for the best outcome. That's why he's unwilling and unable to sacrifice any life; he has hope for the best outcome and always aims for that rather than a perhaps more realistic one. Have I mentioned I love how he's insane? One of my favorite tropes is when people underestimate how crazy and competent he is or think he's the bad guy, and he proves them wrong. Think Rogue Nation. I love him sm<3

I think Ilsa and Luther are tied for my 3rd favorites! I don't have as much to say about them but Ilsa is so competent (I love that scene where she's sitting on that one guy's shoulders and uses her legs to strangle him and then lands on her feet??? Fucking awesome) and Luther's sarcasm is hilarious (and he's stuck by Ethan this whole time). They're the two best members of Team Hunt (other than Benji ofc).

Okay while I do like the other IMF agents (like Brandt and Jane) I'm gonna skip them to go to my favorite villain: Owen Davian. NOT because I like the guy but because he's a FANTASTIC bad guy!! The interrogation scene where he pretends to have Julia killed??? AMAZING! I think he's the scariest villain of the whole franchise (Gabriel could never lol). He makes me genuinely afraid because he promised to go after Ethan's loved ones and did. He reached Julia, who was supposed to be safe as a civilian, and Ethan could do nothing about it. 10/10 villain right there

Okay, now in level of chaotic energy:

Okay number one is obviously Ethan. He is, as stated before, INSANE. It's not as obvious in the first movie (or even the second, despite the odd showboaty stunts), but it becomes clear when he does crazy shit like CLIMB THE BURJ KHALIFA and HANG OUTSIDE AN AIRPLANE IN FLIGHT that he's CRAZY!!! As Hunley says in Rogue Nation, he's the living manifestation of destiny. Whatever he wants to do, he'll do it, no matter how impossible (no pun intended) it seems.

Number two is Paris! My only evidence is that scene where she goes into road rage in the car chase. I mean, look at this!!!

Possibly controversial but I'm ranking Sean Ambrose from mi2 in third because he cut off his employee's finger and shot him like a million times. And because of this picture of him:

I just think it's funny.

You may be thinking. Where is Benji on this list? Does he not have enough chaotic energy to be in the top 5 at least? The answer is that yes, he does, but I'm afraid I am incapable of being unbiased when it comes to Benji. Ethan is obviously the crazy man of the franchise, but I can't tell if I'm exaggerating Benji's chaotic energy in my mind because I spend all my spare time shaking him in a little metaphorical glass jar. Benji's somewhere on the list. Maybe 2 and a half??

Anyways thank you again for the ask, and I hope you feel better! Sorry it's so late; I had a lot of family stuff today:)

[gay-caesar-truther]

Gunna yap about Gabriel seeing as his character sheet is done

(I haven't finished FO3, pretty much just got James back to Project Purity, so this is likely to change as stuff progresses and I learn more about what's going on)

If anyone wants to know anything about him lemme know 👉👈

General content warning for discussions of shitty mental health and trauma

(Loosey Goosey type summary at the end if you don't wanna read all that)

He's a MAJOR daddy's boy- he didn't get along with a lot of the other kids in the Vault so spent a lot of his time growing up hanging out with his dad, watching him work, learning things about medicine and helping organise all the tools.

When James left the Vault Gabe was DEVISTATED. He couldn't help but feel abandoned- Why would his dad leave? Was he not a good son? Did he do something wrong?

Then all the immediate fallout made him kinda resent his dad for a spell- (general how could he leave and be okay letting me deal with all that? Not that James knew the overseer was gunna utterly flip his shit ofc)

Once out of the Vault he learned pretty quickly that he cannot aim for shit, he just can't get the hang of guns and instead had to rely on a baseball bat and his fists. Begin a sheltered kid then suddenly up close a personal with all this violence took a major toll on his already shaky mental health.

When he reached Megaton he felt immediately out of place- he was unfamiliar with the social customs, he was naive and clueless about basically everything. He defaulted to Overly Polite in order to compensate but this came off (at least at first) to a lot of the settlers as him having a holier than thou attitude and as a result he wasn't well liked for a while.

He also struggles with the transactional nature of the wasteland (I help you, you help me), and got really frustrated that nobody would help him unless he but himself in danger. They KNEW he was inexperienced, frightened and confused and still demanded he go out into the wastes anyway.

He still goes out of his way to help people- giving up his own meager supplies for those in need, putting himself in danger time and time again, choosing to be kind where he can. He wants to be liked, he wants to be accepted and he wants to make the wasteland a kinder place than he found it. He puts the emotional and physical needs of others before his own (he's got a bit of a Martyr complex)

This feelings of abandonment with his dad, his feelings about being put in danger and not helped kinda manifested into a lot of anger and resentment. Hes MAD, at the world, hes made at his dad and hes mad at himself for being a terrible son and a terrible person. He takes that out on enemies in combat, and gets pretty damn good a punching thing but hates how relived the violence makes him despite his general dislike of such things.

He doesn't enjoy it though- all the blood and the fighting makes him feel like a monster. That he's commiting unspeakable sins and even if he finds his father Hes going to be so disgusted by the things he's done that he'll abandon Gabe AGAIN. It's something that haunts Gabe for a while, and he never quite gets over it, but he keeps looking for his dad, becuase James is all he has, despite his own fears of rejection and distain.

When he gets to Tranquility Lane and Braun's asking him to do all those shitty things to people in order to get his dad back- Gabe does it. No questions. He's come all this way, done all these horrible things- he swallows his revulsion, accepts this is how it is, and does whatever it takes to get his dad back. His actions at tranquility Lane deffo haunt him- he was selfish, he hurt people becuase he wanted his dad back so badly.

When he is FINALLY reunited with James he's kinda shocked that his dad doesn't hate him- He thought his dad would just be able to TELL that he's done bad things, that he's been selfish and cruel to get here but his dad seem oblivious to it. He kinda keeps himself away at first, afraid James is going to find out what hes done and hate him for it. There's still a lot of resentment about being left alone, even after Gabriel learns of project purity and that makes him feel so much worse. (Overall though Gabe is just so HAPPY to have is dad back and is finally able to relax a bit and start to process all the shit he's been through)

His dad left to go save lives, believing that Gabriel would be safe and relatively happy in the Vault, and Gabe hates himself for being so wishing his father had just stayed and left the people of the wasteland to suffer.

In summary- Gabriel's a Daddy's boy with a deeply unstable sense of self that hinges on his, often wildly incorrect, assumptions about how people perceive him. His perception of his own morality is massively incongruous with his actions. He's got abandonment issues, a martyr complex and is deeply angry at the wasteland, his dad and himself.

[pissfizz]

Thoughts on the new miraculous movie as someone who has never consumed any miraculous media before

Firstly, those songs were awful and really detracted from the plot. Like they were distracting and annoying and most were bad and the better ones were just alright, and they all kind of got in the way of the plot which is really annoying. But oh well.

Secondly, it has occurred to me that I have no idea what age range the target audience for this franchise is. It appears to be aimed a lot younger than I initially thought, which excuses some of the jokes and the incredibly on the nose messaging.

The jokes ranged from awful to painful but in a humorous way (some of those cat noir puns hurt but got a laugh out of me). Overall what you’d expect from kids media though so it’s not too bad. Very much disliked the fart jokes regardless though.

And to be honest. I can see why adrien has such a massive fan base I really started to like him over the course of the movie. He’s fun and sad and I like him. Marienette however. She was kind of annoying but idk if that’s because of the songs and the fact I didn’t really like her voice or because of her character. I’d have to watch the show to determine that one.

The plot itself was incredibly on the nose and the pacing was a little weird. I don’t have much issue with the plot though, since it is targeted to a young audience, but it also suffered a bit from the way kids movies nowadays tend to talk down to their audience and think they’re too stupid to understand something if it’s not said outright. That was a bit annoying, but otherwise it was solid I think. The pacing definitely could’ve used a bit of work, and I don’t know how I felt about the ending and Gabriel hawkmoth guy being defeated so easily.

The visuals however. Spectacular. Beautiful. Amazing. Every shot was so incredibly beautiful it was insane. Definitely carried the movie, it looked so good…

Ofc I must say a special shoutout to cat noirs bell because it made me laugh many times.

Now I must say something about other miraculous media: how the fuck does this fit in. I went in thinking it was a prequel but like. Is it not?? Is it like entirely separate and just speedran the entire fucking show or something?? I’m incredibly confused by that aspect I’m ngl. I have very many questions about that but I don’t know if I wanna put myself through the entire show lol. I was so stressed out by the love square in just this hour and a half long movie I can’t imagine sitting through like six seasons or however many there are. Y’all who did are the real ones you guys impress me that must take some incredible stamina.

Overall, I liked it. It was a fun movie and the visuals were so so stunning and I really liked adrien and thought his and marienettes relationship was actually pretty cute. Hated the fact that is was a musical like it’d be different if the songs were actually good but. They aren’t. I may be being a bit over critical for a kids movie but I know kids movies can be better it’s happened time and again so I have no qualms about it. But yeah the visuals carried, the songs and the pacing dragged it down immensely (unfortunately those two things go hand in hand). But yeah. A pretty alright movie and made me a bit more intrigued about the show. Idk if I’ll ever watch it but I’m certainly intrigued, that’s for sure.

[odysseys-blood]

on another tangent w/ ppl pointing out how he has a similar silhouette to an angel that was teased in the ch7 promo i wonder also if maybe he's the angel that killed mc's parents.

bc its not super clear exactly what happened and initially i assumed it had been gabriel considering he said smthn about meeting again but if that weren't aimed at mc and instead minhyeok then....idk. theres evidence already of memories being altered (school leviathan) and while that was temporary it was also a tool given by another devil and not leviathan's or foras' own magic so ofc it wouldnt be as potent but if minhyeok had the ability to change up memories and then just started living with the kims at that point to stay with mc i wouldnt be surprised. esp when he was so worried about mc hating him if they knew who or what he really was

another possibility im thinking though its nowhere near as strong (a lil separate from everything else above) is if minhyeok is truly a pure angel if he even is one at all bc in some versions of myth lilith and an angel (samael though thats already been assigned to another characer) had children and minseok makes a comment about how good minhyeok is at creating things and while that would be in line with having some relation to god it'd also make sense if he had some relation to lilith. angels arent capable of creating themselves bc they weren't given this ability but if someone weren't a full angel and especially if someone were a child of the mother of devils herself i think they'd get a pass (also interesting to note how minseok jokes about him being able to make anything *but* a baby. smthn lilith was given the ability to do but he wouldn't be granted the same role bc he couldnt inherent that role specifically but he was still allowed creation otherwise)

anyways csn you tell i havent stopped thinking abt ch7 yet

this was in the rambling of an art dump i posted in 2023 (dont go looking pls its old and ugly) but I WAS ONTO SMTHN FR FR HUH.

like obviously nothing is clear atm but it fits too well. i dont think minhyeok is just completely god itself though at least not without anything else to back that up rn but i think maybe him being created from a part of gods soul(?) would be more likely (so if he were a mirror of mc being descended from/sharing solomon's soul but still being a completely different person but not in the same way) and if we're playing by similar rules then him passing out could have been his "awakening" moment (like mc in ch1) and him feeling off makes even more sense bc unlike the mc he isnt completely his own person just being guided by someone sharing the soul because his isnt one that can be "shared" because its a piece of a whole and not one being carried over and reset.

[spaceandfiction]

ooh ok 1, 13, 18, 22. hope i got those right lmao. also for spn obvs

Oh my beloved mutual!!! Thank you for playing the game haha. And ofc spn I would be honored <3

the character everyone gets wrong

Hot take in a show written the same way the ship of theseus was built there IS not a great way to consistently and strongly characterize our main three. There is so much contradictory information ofc I think I have pruned the weeds and know those guys are but I really find it hard to get too mad about interpretations of Sam, Dean, or Cas that I disagree with because the show is sooo wobbly and long anyway. But I do still see and feel very painfully the way they make Cas perfect or pick out the WRONG flaws to get mad at him for sometimes in fandom. But, really I can only see "clear" character profiles for side characters and I think the Gabriel fandom interpretation has to be the wildest because they killed him and then brought him back like a decade later having gotten a fandom personality graft. Hilarious. They even put a little cheeky sabriel I mean? Who else has done that?

13. worst blorboficiation

I think the prev. answer kind of goes into one of them but I'm actually going to say Dean instead. I know. I know I said there's no way to consistently blah blah blah. I contain multitudes. I think the issue stems from the show so myopically agreeing with Dean at all times that even the canon makes him something else but like. Yeah

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

Kevin, I guess? In my day (I am a post-s8 hop on) Kevin was everywhere. Now because he's been dead for so long obviously a lot of fic doesn't have him in it, but I miss Kevin. If we all just stopped caring about who is dead in this show we could have more fics like this GENIUS one where Kevin is back and the dynamics between him Dean, Cas, Jack, and etc are soooooo good. Oh, and per my own fan fic, Hael from 9x01 she's one of the only angels who describes herself as creating something! Angels really get whittled away to just bureaucrats and soldiers in this show but she's an indication that at least some were tasked with aesthetic and creative aims despite not being allowed to feel anything towards them and I find that FASCINATING.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

Okay I went digging through my mental archives. I'm going to say something that maybe more people explore and I just don't see it a lot but I know the show forgot. Cas possessed Claire. I just personally think she should have vague memories of the moment, feeling like her head was split open and seeing from 20 different directions at once and seeing souls and feeling the flow of life all around her etc etc ya know. Horror shit

[440mxs-wife]

The Hunter’s Princess - Chapter 5: Arrows, Knives and Pistols

Pairing: Dean x OFC Kira (eventual), Prince!Dean x OFC Lady Kira. Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Prince!Sam Winchester, Castiel, Rowena, Gabriel, King!John, Queen!Mary, Lucifer and assorted minor characters.

Chapter 5 Word Count: 2490+

Warnings: None really. Each chapter will have individual warnings as needed.

A/N: This is from some material that’s been rattling around in my head from another project that changed direction. Couldn’t let all this content go to waste, though, so here it is. It’s a work-in-progress, and I will try and update as regularly as I can. If you want to be tagged in this series, send me a message!

Thank you and happy reading!

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On the morning of the first day of competition the air was crisp, but not cold enough to warrant an overcoat. Not a cloud in the sky, and the sun was out in full force, bathing the field of competition in its warmth.

Today, Kira would be demonstrating her skill with weaponry. First, the bow and arrow, then throwing knives and lastly, the flintlock pistol. She'd had plenty of practice over the years with these items, so she was not at all concerned about her performance.

Tomorrow's competition was an equestrian event, which involved a course of jumps and turns to prove her skill on horseback. Again, no worries, because she was perfectly comfortable on the back of a horse. Kira used to ride horses on her Aunt Brenda's farm, her favorite being an Arabian stallion named Midnight.

The part that scared Kira the most was the interview with the king and queen. Kira knew she had made an impression on the queen, but she had yet to  cross paths with the king. She could tell that the princes held a healthy respect for their parents. Kira had also heard stories that the king was not a man to accept disobedience lightly.

For anyone who had met Kira, it was well known that she has always had trouble following instructions. She had a tendency to follow her heart and leave her head to either catch up or be left behind. That alone was enough to make Kira a little anxious about meeting the king.

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Sarah entered Kira's room and opened the heavy window curtains, which allowed the abundant sunshine to flood the room with light. Kira was excited for the day's events, so she didn't need much coaxing. But as soon as Kira sat up, she felt a little dizzy so she stopped. She tried again to sit up, albeit a little more slowly and the feeling disappeared.

Kira reviewed her wardrobe and considered her fashion choices for  the day. She decided that a day dress would not be practical for the day's events. She   pulled on a pair of black leggings, a long rust-colored tunic and her black knee-high boots. She added the leather gauntlets for her wrists. Of course, Kira also made sure she had the locket, which she tucked under the collar of her tunic.

Sufficiently clothed, Kira wandered into the dining hall for the  morning meal. Serena and Christina were already seated at one corner of  the table, whispering with heads bowed together. As soon as Kira entered the room, Serena and Christina stopped talking. Adriana sat alone in the corner opposite the other two ladies, so Kira walked over to her.

Adriana had long, curly blond hair gathered in a low ponytail in back. Her coffee-colored eyes took in Kira's appearance, almost as if she were sizing up the competition. Adriana's attitude this morning seemed to be a complete   turnaround from their conversation at last night's dinner.

Kira wished Adriana good morning, and she politely responded. "Is it all right if I sit with you?" Kira asked.

"I'd rather have the time to myself, to prepare for today's competition if you don't mind," Adriana replied icily.

Kira could feel her cheeks growing warm. "I'm sorry if I have offended you in any way Adriana. If I've said something--" she cut Kira off.

"I'm not really interested in making friends or alliances. I'm here to compete for myself and for my homeland. So, you stay on your eastern side of the kingdom and I'll stay on my southern side of the kingdom. That way, we'll get along just peachy with each other," Adriana retorted as she got up to leave.

"Wow, making lots of friends, aren't we?" Serena sneered. "You've been doing a lot of running around with Castiel and the princes. You probably think that makes you better than the rest of us, but it doesn't. I'd watch your back if I were you, Lady Kira. Accidents can happen," Serena added darkly as she and Christina left the dining hall.

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Kira made her way to the field for the targeting event, where the other competitors were already waiting. While she walked, she thought about the conversation at breakfast, and each lady's reaction to her. She knew that she wasn't Serena's or Christina's favorite person. However, she thought she at least had a chance at friendship with Adriana. Guess I'm on my own here, she thought.

The firing lanes were spread ten feet apart between each of the competitors. Points were to be scored as follows: Bull's eye was worth 25 points. Moving farther away from the center ring, the point values were reduced to 10, 7, 5 and 3. Each competitor was given ten arrows. The one with the most points at the end of the day wins the event.

First up were Christina and Adriana. They each shot their ten arrows, with Christina earning a total of 75 points. Adriana did almost as well, turning in a good performance with 72 points, while Serena shot extremely well for 87   points.

Finally, it was time for Kira to compete. She stepped up to the firing line and shot her ten arrows. All that practice at the firing range in the bunker must have paid off, because Kira pulled in 89 points. That put her in the lead after the bow and arrow event. She looked over at the royal viewing box, and locked eyes with Prince Dean. He gave Kira a somewhat subtle wink and a smile, causing her to blush slightly.

The next event involved the use of throwing knives. Kira had definitely had plenty of practice at this when fighting shapeshifters and werewolves. She again came away with the highest number of points. By the time the first two events were finished, it was time for the midday meal. The royal family left first to be seated in the dining hall, followed by the competitors.

After everyone was fed, they all trudged back out to the competition field. Each lady's personal flintlock pistols were waiting on a table inside each firing booth. This time, competitors would only have five shots instead of ten. This made the margin for error much smaller, so all shots had to count. Kira only hoped that the lead she had built up from the first two events would be enough to distinguish herself.

Christina and Adriana fared a bit better in this task, while Serena continued to turn in a superior performance. Kira knew she had her work cut out for her. She currently held the lead, but the gap had narrowed to less than what she was comfortable with.

Kira stepped up to the firing line and waited for her cue to begin her performance. As soon as she picked up her pistol, she knew something was wrong with it. Kira examined her firearm, and did not see any immediate evidence of tampering, so she decided to move on.

She lined up the target in her sights and fired the first round, but it went wide of the center. At that moment, Kira figured someone had messed with her sights so they were completely off. Fortunately, she had enough firearms experience to be able to compensate for this occurrence. Kira adjusted her aim and fired her next round, which pierced the target in the center area. The three remaining rounds joined it and the crowd applauded in  appreciation.

Kira and the other   competitors were called over to the royal box to receive the results of today's events. As they waited, she happened to again lock eyes with Prince Dean, who smiled and nodded in Kira's direction, causing her to blush  again.

A page handed Queen Mary a piece of paper with the day's results. She cleared her throat before reading aloud the information. "There are a total of six points separating the top performers. Here are the rankings: in fourth place, Adriana of the Southern territory and third place is Christina, our competitor from the Western territory."

The queen paused at this time, because she had yet to mention two competitors, Kira and Serena. "In second place but only three points off the leader, we have Serena from the Northern territory, leaving Kira from the Eastern territory as today's winner!" The crowd jumped to its feet and broke into a thunderous applause.

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After the announcement that Kira was the points leader in the Princes' Challenge, she received no end of congratulatory hugs and well wishes. She began to get a little uncomfortable with all the attention, so she excused herself to her room for some rest. Prince Samuel caught up to Kira as she walked back to her quarters. "Is everything all right, Lady Kira?" he asked.

Kira gave a quick curtsy. "Yes, Your Highness, everything is fine. I just need a small break for now, but I'll see you at dinner," she answered.

Prince Samuel took her hand and kissed the back of it. "I look forward to seeing you, Lady Kira. Absolutely magnificent performance, by the way. Can't wait to see you on horseback tomorrow," he grinned. "Until dinner, Lady Kira," he said softly, kissing her hand again.

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Prince Dean saw Lady Kira try and gracefully remove herself from the crowd of well-wishers. His heart went out to her because she looked a little overwhelmed from all the attention. The prince walked around the corner from the competition field, and saw Lady Kira in conversation with his brother. Only it looked like he was letting his lips on the back of her hand do more of the talking.

Dean didn't blame Lady Kira, she was only being polite, but he was angry with his brother. Sam saw how Dean reacted when he saw Castiel and Lady Kira together that first day in the marketplace. On that day, Prince Dean admitted that he was a little jealous. Castiel assured him many times that he had no intentions towards Lady Kira other than friendship. Prince Dean, however, had other ideas.

Lady Kira, he thought. She's....amazing. She's smart, determined and beautiful, with a generous spirit. She certainly proved her weapons skills today, he acknowledged. The prince could see that the lady cares so deeply about others. It made him wonder if she's ever given a thought about what she wants from life.

It was clear to Prince Dean that Lady Kira genuinely wants to help people, not for the fame or recognition, but because it's the right thing to do. It sounded to him like the makings of a good queen. Collins told the princes and Castiel that her people absolutely adore her and are fiercely loyal to her. Prince Dean thought that it was easy to see why.

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Dean and Lady Kira arrived in the Tub Room, where Dean showed her where the shampoo, soaps and towels were located. She had brought some clothes from her room to change into after her bath.

"There's hot and cold running water in here, 'hot' is on the left and 'cold' is on the right. I'll get it started, then you can adjust the temperature to however you like. When you're done, just pull the plug at the bottom and all the water will drain away," Dean explained. "Any questions?" he asked. Lady Kira shook her head. "Welp, then I guess I'll leave you to it. Enjoy," he remarked.

"Thank you," Lady Kira murmured. She marveled at the convenience of not having to heat up the water before bathing. She wondered how she was ever going to go back to the way things were when she returned to her home dimension. Nevertheless, she was determined to do whatever it would take to restore balance in the universe.

As the water filled the tub, Lady Kira selected some lavender bath salts, which she knew would smell nice and help her to sleep. She grabbed the pitcher from the cabinet shelf and the shampoo so she could wash her hair as well. She sprinkled in the bath salts and let the water run for a few more minutes before turning off the faucet and stepping into the tub.

After Lady Kira finished washing her hair, she nestled into the tub and let her mind drift to the three men in charge of her return home. For a situation that ought to be scaring the daylights out of her, she was surprisingly calm. It was like she'd met them before, but how could she have done that?

Castiel....an Angel of the Lord here, but there was a Castiel who was best friends with the crown princes....Samuel and Dean! Of course, that's why these men looked familiar, why she felt so at ease around them.

She wondered if the princes and Castiel in her world were also hunters. If they were, it wasn't something that was well-known. Lady Kira imagined the circumstances were the same in this world, that these men saved people. They just didn't want the recognition for it.

When the water started to lose its warmth, Lady Kira exited the tub and reached down to pull the stopper, as Dean instructed. These men were certainly attractive, but she was drawn to Dean in particular. The way he carried himself gave off an air of protectiveness, determination and strength.

However, his moss-colored eyes held a hint of sadness in them each time he looked at her. His look reminded Lady Kira of a man who clearly longed to be with the woman he loved. She wondered if there was some sort of attraction between Dean and the woman whose place she had taken. Lady Kira made a mental note to ask Sam about the nature of their relationship, if any.

She caught a whiff of the scent from the lavender bath salts and inhaled deeply. As she stood up, she felt a jolt of dizziness in her head. She braced herself on the edge of the tub as a slide show of images flashed through her mind.

At first, she saw Dean standing next to an older man with a beard and a kind face. She recognized Sam, but this was a much younger version. In the next flash, there were two women, one with short dark hair and one with long blond hair, taking turns hugging Sam and Dean. Another flash featured a short man in an all-black suit with a dark beard and mustache, standing next to a woman with long and wavy red hair.

These must be her memories, Lady Kira thought. That lavender smell must have triggered it, she reasoned. Another dizzying jolt brought an image of Dean and Kira, sitting on a couch, his arms wrapped snugly around her. She reaches for Dean's hands and intertwines their fingers. Although they are not looking at each other, Lady Kira can see it in their eyes.

They are most definitely in love with each other.

Part 6 here!

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How to kill your wife – Part 20 – An eye for an eye

Summary: When his father makes a deal with his business partner Dean must agree to an arranged marriage. Hating the thought with every fiber of his body he plans to get rid of you.

Pairing: MobsterDean x Reader, John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel Novak, Benny Lafitte, Arthur Ketch, Cole Trenton, Asmodeus, Eldon Styne, OFC Christine (Gabriel’s widow)

Warnings: angst, fluff, comforting, daddy!Dean, pregnant reader, implied characters death, blood, violence, gun shots, funeral, grief, sad reader, torture, knife play (non-sexual)

How to kill your wife Masterlist

 You always hated funerals. The first one you had to attend was your great-grandmothers. Memories of your grandmother’s tears, her sobs and the smell of the flowers surrounding the coffin haunted you for years.

Then you had to bury your mom. That was the day you swore you never want to attend a funeral ever again. You avoided attending your father’s burial. Dean asked you more than once to say goodbye, but you just couldn’t bear the thought showing your father respect, not after all he did to you.

Dean is standing next to you. His arm slung tightly around your waist, hand resting onto your belly he watches his father checking his eulogy for Gabriel. You are covering Dean’s hand with your own, giving him strength only by touching him. Gabriel was an old friend.

Everyone is here to say goodbye. Benny and Castiel are flanking John’s side, prepared to strike if anyone dares to disturb Gabe’s funeral.

Tears slip down your face as you look at Gabriel’s wife and children. John made sure they are safe, just like everyone belonging to his family. You can’t believe you hated John some months ago. That you thought he’s the big bad guy in this sick game your grandmother and father were playing.

Your eyes drift toward Sam who is holding Eileen’s hand. Praying he will be able to move on and find happiness with her you give him a shy smile and Sam smiles back.

Dean leans closer to you, kissing your hair softly and you close your eyes at the gentle gesture.

When John finally starts his funeral oration, everyone looks at the former leader of this family.

“Friends, loved ones and family…” John begins. “It is an honor and privilege to pay tribute today to a very special person. Gabriel was remarkable in so many ways. He lived his life to the full and touched so many people during his time here with us. Gabriel was always reliable, till the end he protected his family, including all of us. I’m glad I was able to meet this magnificent man and I’m proud I was allowed to call him my friend.” John needs to compose himself before he looks at Gabriel’s wife and children.

“Go on boss,“ Benny whispers.

“We are here to say goodbye to one of our best, to one of our friends…to a member of our family. Christine and her children are part of this family too so we will make sure they are not alone during these hard times. I promise Gabe’s death will be avenged soon. No one will ever hurt my family again. Today I say it out loud…we will take an eye for an eye. Rest in peace my friend, Gabriel…you’ll be missed.” John ends his speech.

There’s a moment of silence as the priest says some words, prays for Gabriel’s soul and you all bow your heads to remember your friend for a moment. A sound, a clicking catches Dean’s attention as the priest gets a gun out to aim it at John.

Benny is much faster. Using his full weight, he tackles the smaller priest to get hold of his gun. Gunshots echo through the air and Dean spins you around to push you down, covering you once more with his body.

Castiel and Sam grab Gabriel’s widow and children along with Eileen to hide them behind one of the parked cars.

Benny is back on his feet after he broke the ‘priests’ neck. Storming along with Cole toward Dean he helps you getting up to lead you toward the bullet-proof limousine.

“Get them away from here,” John yells as more men storm toward the cemetery. Asmodeus is chuckling loudly as John simply shrugs his shoulders.

“Didn’t think you are one to disturb a funeral.” John chuckles as the doors of the church burst open and Michael along with Ketch and ten men surround Asmodeus and his men. “But ya know I’m always prepared. Better safe than sorry, Asmo. This is the end of the line my friend.”

“Arthur, what a pleasant surprise to see you alive. How is your love life? Do you miss Matty boy?” Asmodeus chuckles and Ketch narrows his eyes. Years ago, he would’ve attacked the enemy without thinking twice but now, he smiles at Asmodeus.

“I’m fine, thanks for asking, Asmo. I’m glad to tell you we found your beloved lover and I must admit she’s one hell of a woman. Pure aggressive red-head…well, at least she was till I was done with her.” Arthur says coldly. There’s no emotion on his face right now.

“That so? Need to find a better pussy then. Not a great loss. She was old, boring and too clingy either way. Thanks for getting rid of her for me.” Asmodeus chuckles and Ketch starts grinning.

“Did you hear that, Rowena?” Cole asks showing Asmodeus the phone he’s holding. “I bet now she will tell us every dirty detail about your organization.”

----

“Dean, are you okay?” You ask checking your husband. “Did you get shot, hurt…anything?” Your hands are trembling as you touch his cheek softly.

“I’m fine, Baby Girl. You?”

“You were right about the bullet-proof vest and security. I can’t believe these men attack us during a funeral. They have no shame or honor.”

“Hey, we are fine. No one got hurt. I want you, Eileen and Christine to drive back with Cas and Benny.” Dean says softly caressing your jawline with his thumb.

“I don’t want to leave you alone.” You whisper as a single tear slips down your cheek.

“Y/N, I know you want to be all in but…” Dean’s voice cracks as he knows what will come next. “Dad wants to see blood. An eye for an eye…literally…Ketch will have his revenge and he won’t go easy on Asmodeus. Arthur will avenge his first love and it will get ugly. I don’t want you to see any of this.”

“Call me Dean. Please call me when it’s over. I can’t sit home and wait, worried to hell and back.” You beg and he gently slides his fingers through your hair.

“I promise I will call you…soon.”

----

A pit in your stomach you look out of the window as the limousine drives away.

“Dean and the others know what they are doing, Y/N. Ketch will do this, not Dean.” Castiel says softly but your hands won’t stop shaking.

Eileen is nervous too, you can see the fear all over her face, so you take her hand in yours, squeezing it tightly.

“Our men will be back soon, Eileen. Don’t worry.” You say softly and she nods.

“I wasn’t able to tell him, Y/N…” Eileen sniffs. “I’m…pregnant.”

“Oh my god! Eileen! Sammy will be so happy.” You squeal hugging her tightly.

Your eyes drift toward the children sitting in the car and your wonder. “Where is Christine?”

“You see…” Benny coughs. “She asked us to take the kids so she can witness what Ketch will do…”

“She wants to watch?” Gasping you look at Benny.

“I told her to leave it be, to not watch. John guaranteed revenge. He always keeps his word, honey.”

----

“What is this place? Who’s that guy?” Asmodeus gasps fight against the chains holding him. Hanging from the ceiling, toes barely scraping the floor he looks at Eldon lying on an old mattress.

“This is my dungeon, Asmo. Thought you should see what you turned me into. This is Eldon, one of my favorite toys. Say ‘hi’, Eldon. Don’t be impolite.” Arthur chuckles.

“Hi…” Eldon chokes out, throat dry the man tries to warn Asmodeus but he can’t bring another word out.

“Good boy. Let me handle you some water and food.” Ketch says tossing a sandwich and a bottle of water at Eldon. “He’s barely interested in getting cozy with me lately. Always nagging about ‘I’m not into men…I don’t like you touching me…’.”

“You’re sick, Arthur.” Asmodeus grunts. “What happened to the fine, smart and deadly man I formed?”

“Well, Asmo you took away the only person keeping me going. You killed Matt believing it would make me a better killer for you. Sorry, but this is what I became. A torturer, a killer. I do anything to punish people only to feel again.” Arthur snarls as he cuts Asmodeus shirt open. Not caring he cut deep enough to draw blood.

“You will regret this, Arthur!”

“Ready if you are, Asmo. John, Christine you can come in. I got everything prepared for you.” John walks into the room, alone. “I told her to stay outside. It’s enough to hear him scream, Chrissie doesn’t need to see it, tho.” John sighs and Arthur nods.

“Better this way. I will cut him open like no one before. Any special wishes, John?” Ketch is looking at John, waiting for his order. “This is your endgame, Arthur. I want an eye for an eye. You can have the other one. The rest is up to you.” John says knocking his friend onto his shoulder.

The tall patriarch sits down onto a chair. Even while his stomach churns, he needs to witness every little detail…

“We should get some answers out of him first. After that…I’ll have my way with him.” Ketch snickers and Eldon flinches. “Don’t worry, baby boy. Daddy will not touch this bastards ass. I would never put anything into this rotten body.”

“Sick bastard!” Asmodeus spats, spitting into Ketch’s face.

“Is that all you’ve got, Asmo? Did you believe you can provoke me to kill you? I've waited for years for my revenge.”

----

Pacing around the bedroom you look at Eileen sitting on your and Dean’s bed. She’s nervous, just like you. It’s been over an hour and Dean still didn’t call.

Hands shaking and legs wobbling you want to sit down as the door to your room opens. Stepping inside Dean looks at Eileen on your bed.

“Why is Eileen here and not in Sammy’s room? I bet he’s looking for her.” Dean says and you slap his chest. “Never worry me like this again.” You sniff and he gently strokes your cheek.

“John told us to drive home. He’s at Arthurs place to witness everything. Cole and Michael are with him. Thought you need me here to make you feel safe…” Dean whispers as you rest your head against his chest.

“Eileen! I was looking for you. Never scare me like that again.” Sam pants as he ran through the hallway.

“I need to tell you something, Sam. I don’t know if you will be happy or get mad but I’m…pregnant.” Eileen chokes out and Sam rushes toward her to scoop her into his arms.

“If you excuse us now. I need to take care of my fiancée.” Sam sniffs as he walks out of the room with Eileen in his arms.

“She’s pregnant?” Dean asks. “Yeah.”

“Damn, Sammy and I are good. Knocked our girls up at the same time.” Chuckling Dean looks down at you, a cocky grin on his face.

“I was worried, Dean….love you…”

“I love you too, and the little bean.”

----

“You know, John…Mary always loved me more. It was a stupid decision to choose you over me.” Asmodeus pants as Ketch slides his knife over his chest. He already cut half of Matt’s name into his killer's chest as John clears his throat. “Mary was never interested in you. She was frightened, scared to hell and back. Don’t tell me shit about my wife!”

“Your wife? She was mine before you even laid eyes on her. Mary was mine! Her father promised her to me, but Henry had to interfere and make sure his Johnny gets another toy.” Asmodeus spats and John shakes his head.

“My father didn’t do anything. Mary told her father and grandfather about her fear and the way you treated her at your first meeting. Samuel was a hard man, but he was righteous, and he loved his daughter. He willingly agreed to let me marry her. She loved me, not you. Sick piece of shit.” John yells.

Ketch is busy cut the last letter into the man’s chest, but he doesn’t even flinch. Used to the pain he grins at John.

“You know it was a pity. That night I wanted to fuck her, wanted to bring her away but then the fire happened. What a waste of beauty.” Asmodeus snickers and John nods at Ketch.

“I know all you did was to punish me for loving Mary. For taking her away from you, but she was never yours…only mine. You will die knowing she only had one true love, and this was me, John Winchester. I was her first and only man. Ketch…an eye for an eye.” John orders and Ketch gets one of his special tools…

“What’s that for?” Asmo asks and for the first time, John can hear the fear in the man’s voice. “An eye for an eye Asmodeus. Ketch will use this nice tool to…remove your eyes…have fun, Arthur. He’s all yours…”

----

Outside the room, Christine glances at Cole who is gulping hard at the screams coming out of the room now. His blood freeze as the screams stops, but a moment later the same noises leave Asmodeus lips and Cole shudders.

“What is he doing?” Christine asks.

“Boss said an eye for an eye. I think he meant it literally…Chrissie.” Cole says and Christine nods. “Good…her deserves all the pain Arthur can cause.”

----

“Look at you, Asmo. A brand-new style.” Arthur snickers. “OH, right…without eyes, it’s hard to look at anything.”

“He’s unconscious, Arthur…” John says squeezing Ketch’s shoulder. “End it as you want to. He’s all yours now. Maybe we should send a warning to his friends and allies.”

“The same message he sent to us with Gabe?” Ketch asks and John nods.

“Great idea, Ketch. When this is over you will never have to do any of this. I promised you retirement, you’ll get it.”

“I’ll take the position you offered to me. Mick wants to settle down. I think he deserves this. He helped me seducing Michael to help us once again after all.”

“How’d he do this?” John asks.

“Mick said it’s his secret and I didn’t ask.”

John is walking out of the room, glancing at an eyeless Asmodeus once again.

This way to do business has to end now…the good old times are over…

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regarding women characters, i kinda feel like they're doing their best given they're working with a book. (given Anne Rice wrote this book and the character Claudia after the death of her young daughter, ofc the writers were never going to change the plot to have Claudia [and Madeleine] live.) In S1 I loved Bricktop, Lily, Grace, and Florence. (I felt Lily's death was unnecessary--I feel you on that one--but it was of a piece with the villainy with which they portrayed S1 Lestat.) The TdV had good rep, but every coven member had to die (lol, except apparently deus ex machina The Vampire Sam. honestly? yeah, let a woman live: would've been nice if it had been the vampire samantha. oh well).

so I do feel like they're aiming for female rep--those fleshed-out (and some created) characters were thanks to the writers, not the source material. (They even changed the character from Antoine to Antoinette, though of course--still a grim ending, lol.) But IWTV as an arc did require a lot of deaths. I felt a bit bad that the optics were TERRIBLE at a glance, but their hands in that regard are tied by very purposeful source material.

I feel like the writers are chomping at the bit for TVL/S3, where we'll get (among others) Gabrielle and Akasha, the heavy-hitters. There are certainly more (and ones who live long lives), but those two are certain.

re: point 2. lol! this and other obviously reactive things like that (I think calling armand "gremlin" was one of them? iirc??)--yeah, I had some side-eye. it broke the fourth wall a little. but! me, I think they relish being reactive to fans, though? and when I thought about it, I had mad respect they course-corrected re: the gloves. (but then it turned out they shouldn't have done that for photos, can't win for losing.) i think i'm still trying to adjust to the idea of a showrunner/writer's room that actually gaf about the fans and their thoughts. amazing. gives me vertigo after a life of being treated like shit, lol.

Rolin Jones said in an interview the seeming mistake about Louis-Lestat's telepathy there was intentional, so they could call back to it in the finale when Daniel is chipping away at Louis's story; RJ said he knew it made them look like "lousy writers" (or words like that, but I think that's it) and get flak for it, but they had to tough it out until it could pay off.

(it's great, all of us talking about this stuff; people are going to add on things I didn't know--I love it and hoard it lol)

I love IWTV and I prefer S2 to S1, but I gotta ask how people feel about the following things bc they're playing on my mind atm and I'm curious

How do we feel about the fact that literally every somewhat plot relevant female character we've followed or met this season all died fairly brutal deaths? Emilia, Daciana, the theatre covern members, and of course Claudia and Madeleine

How do we feel about the way they walked back some of the stuff from S1 that probably caught fans attention during airing? Namely, Daniel suddenly now knowing that wearing gloves when handling historical papers isn't good practice, or them retroactively fixing the plot hole heretofore unmentioned of Lestat speaking to Louis telepathically after Louis' turning?

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Gone Girl

A/n: rewrite from an OFC story 

Summary:  Gabriel doesn’t make good decisions when it comes to the woman he loves. Dark themes, minor character death, slight mentions of smut

Words: 3,567

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader. Previous Gabriel x Kalix Reader 

Song in Chapter: Narcissistic Cannibal by Korn

Story name inspired by the book/movie: Gone Girl

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You lay wide awake your mind racing a million miles per hour. Nothing was going right! Your life was derailing and there wasn’t a damn thing that you could do about it. Glancing to your right, you looked to your husband, who lay cuddled with his girlfriend. Rage and jealousy went through you as you looked at them. This had been going on for about 6 months. The only reason she had agreed to this arrangement was to make Gabriel happy. Now you could kick yourself in the ass for it!

  Your world was shattered when Gabriel came home one evening and said he was bored. He was bored with your relationship. The two of you “needed” to do something to spice your love life up. He was bored with you. All the time that you had spent thinking that he loved you was a lie. Your marriage was a lie…EVERYTHING WAS A LIE!

  In the beginning, Gabriel promised nothing would change between the two of you.  You would always be his favorite however, that was also a lie. You couldn’t remember the last time he kissed you or when you made love. Whenever it would come to you, Gabriel never had time. He was too busy or had things to do with Kali.

  Of course she would have become his favorite AGAIN! They had a history. Not to mention that she was immortal and a goddess. She wasn’t some lowly mortal that Gabriel, for whatever reason, developed an attraction too. You knew that you should have expected this. An archangel was bound to get bored with a human.

  You should have listened to Sam and Dean when they begged you not to marry Gabriel. Even on the day of your wedding before Dean was about to walk you down the aisle, he offered you the keys to baby and $1,000 to get the hell out of dodge. You should have taken him up on his offer!

  On your wedding day, you were convinced that Gabriel would be forever in love with you! You had, after all, done so much for him! When Ketch dragged him into the bunker after being in Colonel Sanders’ “Hell Jail”, low on grace, and riddled with PTSD...it was you that took care of him. You were the one that got him back on his feet (well for the most part). His grace was still “shakey.” Some days you would think that he never had anything wrong with him. Other days, he was almost human.

  Kali pretended to be nice and treat you well. The goddess only did it for the show and you knew It! Kali pampered you because it was what Gabriel wanted. Kali would be loving until Gabriel wasn’t looking then push you away with a frown.

  Laying in the darkness, you had enough! You couldn’t live like this any longer. How the hell had you done it for so long anyway? You had a packed bag strategically placed in your car. It was the perfect time to leave! Gabriel had a “rough grace day” and was sleeping like a human. He would never know that you were sneaking out at 4 am. If it had been a good grace day, there was no way that you could slip out unnoticed. You carefully started to slip out of bed until Gabriel’s hand wrapped around your wrist.

  “Where are you going?”

  You smiled keeping your demeanor as normal as possible. Gabriel would automatically know if something seemed off. You waited until he and Kali had been kissing for over half an hour before you planned to abandon ship.

  “Can’t sleep. I’m going to get some tea.”

  You kept your voice as sweet as possible. Gabriel nodded clearly not knowing something was up. He laid back pulling Kali back into his arms. Kali’s eyes rolled to your face.

  “Want me to come with you?”

  You shook your head.

  “Nah you two just continue where you were. You’ll both be fine without me.”

  2 hours later, Gabriel reached over to cuddle you. He hadn’t told you yet but he was ending things with Kali. Her novelty had worn off. He wanted was his wife who he was obviously hurting. He was tired of seeing the sadness in your pretty eyes. He frowned finding your side of the bed cold and empty.

  Gabriel stood pulling on his abandoned jeans before going into the kitchen.

  “Y/n? Sweetheart?”

  When you didn’t respond he quickly walked into the living room. The front door was wide open and the glass coffee table was shattered.

  “Y/n!”

  Gabriel quickly looked outside to see your car gone.

  You, meanwhile, was driving feeling comfortable. For the first time, in a long time, you felt free! You had taken off the wedding ring that Gabriel had given you and left it on top of the kitchen counter for Gabriel to find along with a nasty letter,

  “Darling husband,  

        It has come to my attention that we are no longer what we used to be. I blame you for this. I blame your hunger for another woman and yes I am talking about Kali. Funny how I used to be able to please you fully but not so now. Enjoy your life.

-Your now gone girl.”

  Glancing at your phone, you raised an eyebrow when Gabriel’s name flashed on your phone.

  “Too late.”

  You said smoothly before hitting ignore sending his pleads to a voicemail that you would never check.

  “So much for happily ever after.”

  Gabriel meanwhile, had dismissed Kali before calling Sam, Dean, and Cas to help him look. The Winchester’s were over within 10 minutes upon hearing that their baby sister was missing. Gabriel meanwhile, was calling you over and over again. He prayed he would finally get through. Sam looked around hoping for a sign from you. His eyes landed on the note and the divorce papers. He frowned looking to his best friend and brother in law.

  “You two were divorcing?”

  Gabriel looked baffled.

  “What? No! I love Y/n!”

Sam held up the decree as Dean walked in crossing his arms over his chest.

  “Reasons of infidelity and this note. Have you been cheating on her?”

  Both Cas and Dean looked up. Cas never expected this to happen in the slightest. Gabriel and yourself were the perfect couple!. Gabriel looked down sadly.

  “Yes and I regret it.”

  You meanwhile, stood outside of Kali’s apartment. When the devastated goddess opened the door she looked even sadder to see you standing in a tight black dress.

  “Gabriel is looking for you.”

  You raised an eyebrow before speaking in a condescending tone.

  “Is he now?”

  Kali nodded whipping her eyes.

  “Yes he’s devastated. Said we were over. Y/n, I am so in love with both of you.”

  The jealous wife in you was going nuts but you put that in the closet. Now was the time that you would get even! You walked to Kali and wrapped your arms around the goddess. Kali quickly pressed her lips to yours kissing her tenderly. She hoped that she could get you to see the passion she felt for you. You smiled into the kiss. As quietly as possible, you slipped your hand into the garter, that was around your thigh and pulled out the colt that you had “borrowed” from Dean. You lovingly kissed the Kali a moment longer before placing the weapon at the side of her head pulling the trigger.

  “You even taste bad. Adios, you thorn in my side.”  

  You smiled coldly taking the garter off placing it on the dead goddesses body as a calling card for Gabriel. This would be the perfect “calling card.” It was the garter that Gabriel had taken off of you at your wedding (he had actually taken it off of you with his teeth...much to Sam and Dean’s displeasure!) Gabriel would see this and know how everything happened.

  2 hours later, Gabriel, Sam, Dean, and Cas were hot on your trail. Sam had the idea to track your cell phone. To Gabriel’s horror, it led them to Kali’s apartment. Walking to the door he couldn’t help but feel ill.

  “what have I done to you kitten?”

  He thought sadly as Dean opened the door immediately seeing the goddess dead on the floor.  Both Sam and Dean froze at what their sister had done. Cas walked to Kali’s body seeing the colt on the ground an inch or so from her. He picked up the weapon looking to Dean.

  “This explains how she did it.”

  Dean took a breath, running a hand through his hair, before taking the weapon from Cas before looking at Gabriel.

    “The colt ...well that explains how sissy did it. Well, little sister doesn’t miss when she aims a gun. I out to shoot you with this! I never should have let Y/n marry you! I knew that this would end badly! You just fuck up everything that you remotely come into contact with!”

  Gabriel scowled at Dean as the electricity in the room began to flicker.

  “I know what I did was wrong! Okay? Fuck, I know I hurt her and I regret every second of it! If you point that thing at me I will blow you up!”

  Dean raised an eyebrow.

  “I would tell you to go fuck yourself but I’m pretty sure that you would be disappointed.”

  Sam and Cas exchanged looks before Cas stepped forward.

  “Enough! Arguing is not going to bring Y/n back.”

  Gabriel bent down and picked up your garter. Right away your sweet scent hit him in the face. He knew that he fucked up a lot in his life but this was his world-class of fuck ups! Gabriel had a wife that loved and pretty much worshiped him. He had completely let you down!

    “Gabriel bring your ass and come on. We have got to go find our sister!”

  Dean called coldly over his shoulder as he stormed off to Baby. Cas hadn’t moved from his place beside Gabriel. He looked at his brother sadly.

  “Come brother. We’ll find her.”

Gabriel wasted no time in getting into the back of the Impala. He looked out the window as Dean pulled out onto the highway. The archangel had never felt more guilty in his life. He knew that the two of you jumped into marriage too quickly but god he loved you!

  Right away he blamed himself for everything! If Gabriel had “grown up” and wasn’t a brat of a child, you would still be at home with him. You wouldn’t have run away. If he hadn’t had the stupid urge to want Kali again you would still be safe in his arms.

  Gabriel looked up seeing Dean staring coldly at him. Without saying it the eldest Winchester was telling Gabriel what a shitty husband he was. Gabriel couldn’t help but agree. He wasn’t a good husband by any means and Dean Winchester was letting him know it!

  When things went bad between the two of you, Gabriel always wanted to run. He never liked the arguing. He wanted a peaceful relationship but with him not everything was peaceful. Gabriel couldn’t blame you for getting annoyed with him. You had spent months trying to heal him from what Asmodeus did and asked for nothing in return. All you wanted was Gabriel’s love and he sucked at giving you that!

  Gabriel sighed running a hand through his hair. He tried to think of anyone that he could ask for help in finding you! The only other angel he could see telling the truth about everything was Lucifer. With him prowling around now maybe he could keep an eye out for you also.

Closing his eyes Gabriel called his brother’s name. He had to get a hold of him someway. The next thing Gabriel knew he was in a bright white room where Luci stood with a grin on his face.

  “Ah Gabriel. You called? Funny, the last time that I saw you was in apocalypse world.”

  Gabriel nodded as Lucifer looked over his shoulder.

  “Where’s that pretty wife of yours?”

  Gabriel looked down.

  “I lost her…that’s why I need to talk to you”

  Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

  “How did you lose her? Did you forget her somewhere? Did she leave your ass?”

  Gabriel looked down like a guilty child. Lucifer chuckled.

  “So you win a Winchester who willingly accepts you as a lover then you do something stupid to mess that up? What did you do? cheat on her?”

  Gabriel glared harder at the ground. Lucifer growled.

  “Don’t tell me it was Kali.”

  “It was. We kind of had a three-way relationship going on. Y/n got sick of it and left. She shot Kali with the Colt.”

  Lucifer looked even more impressed.

  “I knew I liked that girl. One more waste of space pagan gone.”

  Gabriel glared at him coldly.  Lucifer growled.

  “Do you want your wife back or not?! I guarantee you that if you go after that girl and give her attitude over killing some girl that you had a history with she will probably cap your sassy ass too.”

  Gabriel gave his brother a pouty expression.

  “I am not dumb enough to fuck everything up again. I just want her home with me. I love her.”

  Lucifer rolled his eyes.

  “Save me the lovefest little brother. For the love of dad, fine! I’ll keep an eye out for your little blushing bride.”

  “Thank you.”

Gabriel replied before going back to the Impala, where no one noticed he had been gone. Looking down at his wedding band, Gabriel again couldn’t help but feel guilty.

  “I’m sorry sugar.”

  Meanwhile,

  Sometimes, I hate, the life, I made

Everything’s wrong every time

Pushing on I can’t escape

Everything that comes my way

Is haunting me taking its sweet time

Holding on I’m lost in a haze

Fighting life to the end of my days

Don’t wanna be rude but I have to

Nothing’s good about the hell you put me through

  You sighed at the lyrics that were blaring through the car’s stereo. Never had lyrics been more perfect for your life. You pulled into the driveway of Jody Mills home. Jody was the one person that you decided to turn to. You could have easily gone to Sam and Dean but that would have been the first place that Gabriel would have thought to look.

  The moment Jody answered she looked totally surprised to see you  at her door.

  “Y/n! Honey, what are you doing in my neck of the woods?”

You smiled trying to appear as calm as possible.

  “Just in the neighborhood…well, I left Gabriel.”

  Jody’s mouth dropped as she ushered you inside. She reached out and pulled you into an awkward hug.

  “I am so sorry! Come in. Let’s talk. My other girls are out on a case so it's just you and I. Come on, I’ll make some tea.”

  You nodded walking into Jody’s home.. She walked to the refrigerator taking out a bottle of wine and put on a kettle of tea. Jody sat down put poured a glass sitting it in front of you.

  “What happened? You both seemed so happy.”

  You shrugged, downing the glass of wine.

  “We were until 6 months ago. Gabriel decided that he was bored and wanted to bring another woman into our relationship. I only agreed to it to make him happy. He wanted to bring his ex-girlfriend in and so it happened. Damn it, that is what I get for marrying an archangel. I should have never married him.”

  Jody looked completely baffled. She still couldn’t get past everything that you had just said. Jody had been at your wedding. Gabriel had seemed so taken with you. Jody never would have guessed that he would have ever become tired of you.

  “Does he know you left? What about Sam and Dean?”

  You started laughing hard at that.

  “If he didn’t he surely does now. I left him a little bit of a calling card. I didn’t tell Sam and Dean...for obvious reasons.”

  Jody put a hand on her forehead.

  “Sweetie, your brothers are going to be so worried about you. Not to mention Cas and Jack…you know how attached to you they are.”

  You looked down, feeling immediately guilty for the fact that you at least didn’t tell somebody.  

  “I know Jody. I just can’t go back right now.”

  Jody sat quietly for a moment before taking a hold of your hand.

  “Well, you can stay here! You know that you and your brothers are always welcome with me. You look exhausted. Why don’t you go for a nap?”

  You sighed. Jody was right there. You were exhausted! A nap sounded like a wonderful idea!

  Laying down in the guest bedroom, you couldn’t help feeling all the more depressed. You wished that you hadn’t thrown your cell phone out the window back in Kansas. The urge to text Gabriel and ask him to come to get you was strong. You knew that you could always pray to him and that would get him as well too. That was one of the perks of being married to an archangel but at the moment it defeated the whole purpose of you leaving. You left to teach him a lesson and that was what you were going to do!

  “I should have said no.”

  You grumbled as you thought about the “beginning.” You should have turned him away the first time Gabriel showed up wanting to win your heart...

  It had been a few months since Gabriel came back after getting stabbed by Michael.. Gabriel had been perusing you hardcore. He got a second chance and wanted to spend every free moment that could winning your heart! You, after all, had saved him!

  You stood in a hotel room getting undressed when you heard the flutter of wings. At first, you thought that it was Cas coming for a visit or to watch the nature channel. When you turned, only in your bra, there stood Gabriel watching you with an eyebrow raised.

    “You can keep going, sugar. Don’t let little ole me stop you.”

    You yanked your button down shirt back up but didn’t move to button it back up.

    “What are you doing here, Gabriel?”

    Gabriel smiled.

    “I wanted to see a certain little lady that has been giving me the hardest time lately.”

    You smirked and turned back to the mirror.

  “Why are you so persistent with me? Isn’t there some hot chick that you can be messing with?”

  Gabriel frowned as he walked over wrapping his arms around your waist. He nuzzled his face against your skin inhaling your scent.

  “Sugar, come on. I think you are plenty hot enough. Give me one night. I’ll have you screaming my name so loud you’ll never want another man again. No one in the history of lovemaking has done what I am about to do with you.”

    You turned in the archangel’s arms. His flirting was getting to be too much to deny. The chemistry there and you were tired of denying it. His golden eyes were watching you like you were something to eat. You reached up cupping his cheek before letting your hand stroke down his chest to the buckle of his belt. The whole time you were judging his reaction as to whether or not he was really into this or he was just teasing. Gabriel pushed your shirt off of your shoulders leaving you in your bra and tight jeans.

    Gabriel raised an eyebrow before grinning.

    “Are you telling me yes? Like actually offering yourself to me, sweetheart?”

    You nodded.

    “Mhm. That’s the way it looks.”

    You said with a smirk. Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed gentle kisses to the archangel’s neck and cheeks. Gabriel groaned under your touch as he began his assault on your body. The light making out continued until Gabriel couldn’t handle it anymore and pulled you to the bed.

    “Come on precious you are never going to want another mortal again.”

    Gabriel said with an eager grin as he rocked his hips into your body.

    “You need to prove to me that I will want an archangel again. You need to live up to your prestige.”

    Gabriel looked shocked by that comment. You chuckled at his expression. Gabriel should have been used to you by now. You reached out running your tongue along his collarbone. On the sex with an archangel scale so far he was doing pretty decent. Between the fact that he tasted amazing, picked a hot vessel to house himself, and it looked like he was smuggling a grapefruit in his jeans, you had to give him a decent score so far.

    “Peach, you are about to see the prestige of an archangel. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

    You pulled yourself from the memory with a growl.

    “I have to stop! I can’t let him win!”

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[aprilma3]

So I was really tired right

And I kinda in my half awake state thought of the fic I was trying to look for but just decided to write it out since I couldn’t find one like it. So here’s the fic I really wanted to read because I’m a masochist and I love angst

Mari is drunk and annoyed, self reflects on how fucking stupid it is to pine after such an oblivious guy for over three years. Like does she even know him other than what she believes him to be.

Understands it’s not his fault since it’s his feelings and she can’t get mad at him just at herself. Oh and the ‘she’s just a friend’ she can get mad at that and she will. Literally smashes the pedestal she’s shoved him on and leaves herself a message on a post it

“Fuck mr she’s just a friend and be that fucking friend”

Mari understands her crush is too much of just a crush, understands she actually has to get to know the guy to feel like she can truly love him.

This leads to a hungover weekend of her just reflecting and going over this, ultimately her suffering heartbreak playing depressing music and basically breaking up with her previous self to be a fucking butterfly.

She’s now a lil worried about facing him on Monday just incase she bursts into tears but she goes fuck it I’ll just ignore his presence. Yeet

Mari, to ninny’s and alya’s surprise, manages to speak to Adrien normally since she’s managed to purge herself of her previous obsessive nature.

Alyas like holy shit you fucking mature ass bitch I Stan. Ninny’s like holy shit I’m so proud love u loads nette.

Adrien on the other hand is confused on where his cute little stuttering friend is. Marinette is back to acting indifferent towards him, as if she is just a friendly acquaintance again. He thought her little quirks and stutters were normal since that’s all he saw of her.

NEWSFLASH IT AINT BRO.

Adrien then basically starts to realise she’s kind of ignoring him, and actively going out of her way to not be alone with him.

Mari on the other hand is feeling fucking amazing, she finally feels independent and as if she can do fucking anything. And then Luka is like yo and she’s back into crush town

SIKE

My baby girl is mature as heck now, understands that to truly like the guy she has to be friends with him first to get to know the guy. And then she finally realises she’s already pretty close friends with Luka and it just works. Something she’s never been able to do with Adrien.

Speaking of the banana boye. He’s having like a little crisis over here, my lil jealous dude tryna understand wtf is happening. He tries his hardest to see Marinette by even going as far as inviting her over or to do shit most days of the week.

She declines most of the time preoccupied with her job at the bakery alya or now Luka.

Adrien finds out about Luka through a picture on marinettes Instagram because modern relationships amirite.

Side note - Luka and Mari aren’t together they’re just testing the waters seeing what’s happenin

Adriens finally facing the ‘it’s just a friend’ consequences and realises fuck I’m too late

Adrien doing the whole drunk thing, this time actually doing the opposite of Mari and setting himself the aim of making the girl he realised he has a crush on as happy as possible.

Remember this time he doesn’t see LB in her so he’s not putting her against another gal, nor does he truly know how she acts. (Idk why I wrote it like I’ve written a fan fic about this before but I’ll roll with it)

Then he sees her whilst as chat due to her running out at an awkward time and nearly being punted into the Seine but quick ass reflexes saved her ass. Adrien is like wtf she is literally an everyday LB.

He starts to see her act like this all the time and actually falls in love, that cute lil pure love where he’s like if I can’t have you im sure as hell gonna make you happy even if it’s with another guy.

Issue with Luka, he’s going to the US for band shit and Mari is like well at least we tried she doesn’t wanna leave and is like we didn’t even date I met you like three times Yeet. (KEEP IT PG MAE DONT DO IT)

Mari obviously a lil heartbroken but not much compared to that drunk night TM

She gets over it with the help of her new best guy friend Adrien being there for her and cheering her up

Like he thought she was in-love with Luka

She wasn’t

She finally is like shit I love this

I love this Adrien

The true Adrien and is like holy shit I actually love him

This isn’t superficial or fake it’s true

She’s shit scared to tell because who wouldn’t be

Adrien is like she needs more time

So time passes a lil bit year 1 of uni about to start and Adrien is trying to spend as much time with the 4.

Story carries on but it’s the awkward they both like each other and it’s so obvious to everyone but themselves but they don’t think the other likes them back. So ANGST TM

They decide to go on holiday the 4 of them before uni starts.

They go to Italy bc why not just chill around Rome for a bit.

Adrien is like fuck this I gotta tell her I’ve waited long enough

Really big angsty reveal, Mari tells him about the night TM and Adrien tells her about his.

They cry bc Adrien is a cry baby confirmed because ofc he is he’s starved from any love because of mr cane up his ass Gabriel Agreste

Alya sees them next morning together (like they cried themselves to sleep (mood) together idk relationships n shit) because she went in early to get Mari for brekkie and is like holy shit my otp

Mari is like fuck it yeah I’m with my dream dude share it I’m not ashamed.

All is happy then they realise they gotta go back to Paris and the whole akuma shit.

LB makes a ref a while later on that chat links to Mari and is like head fuck wtf

Mari makes a few links with chat and banana boye, they both probs did since they had been dating for a while also both of them are actually smart they’re just idiots

Adrien figures it out first and is like fuck yeah I beat you. And is like I saw this coming ngl it’s so obvious now

Samezies with Mari and it’s all gd in the hood

So if anyone knows of a fic like this orrrr is like 30040403x more talented than me and can turn this garbled shit into an actual fic be my guest just tell me bc I would read the shit outta that

[writerobscura]

I'm bringing this back because (apparently) Joe Locke is playing Billy, and they're not erasing his Jewishness in the series, given the confirmed leaks about Jewish advisors on set. :/

William (Wanda's real son in the flesh (LOL) is a grandchild of Magneto (though Wandavision retconned his mother's origins by placing her in the fictional Sakovia) - so the double-whammy canon Jewishness that came with William/Billy is now Billy's alone.

Still, Locke's casting is unfortunate. I realize Locke worked hard to get this part, and for all we know, his fam might have Jewish blood in it and he's not playing that angle because he's an atheist (boy do I get this), but damn. Gabriel LaBelle should've been cast according to many, yet he's not gay (or he's not out), and this seems as important to some fans as Billy's heritage. At least, for Disney it is. Disney+ needs this LGBTQ rep in the MCU, and Lock seems intent that his 'high-profile parts' should best serve 'gay representation.'

MCU was damned either way unless they found a 'gay Jewish actor' young enough (or looking young enough) to play the role - but that's not their aim. They wanted an actor with an established fanbase to drive their show and sell their new queer YA comic series, Wiccan/Hulkling. From a financial perspective, that is more important than honoring a character's entho-religious heritage (or honoring the Jewish writer who wrote that character to reflect said heritage).

As a queer Jewish person, I'm not jazzed that one facet of Billy's identity is prized over the other, and touting LGBTQ+ identity is trendier right now than portraying Jewishness - but at the end of the day, Marvel/Disney is corporate media, so I shouldn't expect anything less.

Will I watch it? OFC - every actress in the cast is a favorite of mine. FWIW, Wiccan's never been that important to me as a casual reader of Marvel. OTOH, I'm not above fandom tantrums: I had my mushroom cloud rage moment when Titans retconned Tim Drake.

[wengoku]

do talon squad headcanons !!!

okay warning its a lil long

spending time with widow and sombra has made gabriel hate overwatch more and more with each passing day. widow is a sharp, bright reminder of overwatchs incompetency-- what happened to her should have never happened. she should have been under better protection, they should have kept her longer, she just. shouldn’t have happened. same with sombra; she might not directly tell him her past, but he can track her hackings and the messages she leaves to pick up the clues of her upbringing. to him, in every sense of the phrase, overwatch was nothing but a failure and he regrets ever having been a part of it vehemently. he means it when he calls overwatch a “sad story”

widowmaker is less of a “shell” of a woman and more like someone took out all of the stuffing in a doll and replaced it with rocks. she feels malice, anger, annoyance, confusion, hatred, self destruction. she’s capable of other emotions, but they’re buried far underneath, and they usually bring on the confusion. being a weapon is easy; being alive is not.

out of the three of them, sombra is the only one with 100% autonomy and the only one who’s where she is because she chose to be there; unlike reaper or widow, she CHOSE her augmentations. she chose to become sombra and not seek a normal life, she chose to have her abilities. she’s aware of the difference between her and her teammates and it solidifies her choices, for her. 

sombra is terrified of not being free. of existing like widowmaker or with the physical or emotional load that gabriel carries. losing her autonomy, being weak, vulnerable, its what scares her the most, because she threw all of that away when she became sombra. sombra is a god; sombra is a god code in a human being, sombra is a shadow and a legend and a ghost. she’s untouchable and she’ll do anything to stay that way. always one step ahead. 

widowsombra hc: sombras limbs are actually made of code and can take on a human appearance and match her skin tone, but they arent like... actual flesh and bone. widowmaker has decreased temperature sensitivity and can hardly feel sombras hands when she touches her. 

fun fact this is also a metaphor for the intimacy and vulnerability that sombra threw away for her augmentations-- shes trading her humanity for her enhancements. 

sombra has been to widowmakers grave as well as gabriels grave. neither of them know this. the people who cared about her back home still know shes alive, so she’s never needed one, but she kind of wants one anyways. 

gabriel and sombra cant stop widow from doing whatever she wants to do. like, if its mission related thats kinda different, but otherwise, neither of them really have the resolution to take widowmakers choices from her if she actually mutters up the autonomy to do it.

this has, in sombras case, included enabling widowmaker to kill someone she recognized from her past. they were out on a mission; widow aimed for someone who wasnt the target. sombra didnt say anything and she certainly didnt ask.

widowmaker gnaws on ice sometimes, just to feel it. like she says that she can’t feel the cold but she can feel that and its like... a little shock. its like eating pop rocks lmao

widow struggles if she doesn’t have a purpose. if she ever went awol, she’d need to have something to do; she can’t just exist idly. she becomes restless and frustrated. talon knows this as well, and they send her out on missions ofc for their own gain but also because she begins to break down if she goes too long without believing she has a purpose. 

widow is of the express belief that you need a purpose to exist. she’s eerily insistent about it. 

sombra has a very small room at a talon hq that she sometimes hangs out in, has some tech in there, for when she has to be at a base for longer than a day. she always locks the door and she can get REALLY into her hacking and more than once gabe has smoked under the door because she wasn’t responding and he was worried.

either she’s just caught up in her work or she has ridiculously loud headphones on or she’s sleeping. she only sleeps like 3 hrs a day average so when she does sleep shes fucking dead to the world.

another thing. gabe is a worrier. a worrier and a planner. he has a plan a-z at any given moment for absolutely anything they do. he stresses himself out with that sorta stuff but literally whos gonna stop him?

sombra. sombra calls him out regularly. he hates her being spontaneous because, you guessed it, it worries him but its also really useful that she’s such a quick thinker. 

sombra reminds him too much of jesse. sombra knows this.

gabe literally cant sleep ?? like he’s physically incapable of it so for rest sometimes he just kinda. sits down and exists in pain. he’s always in pain. widowmaker suggests him teas that will help him clear his head and he tries everything she tells him. 

widow and gabe are the most civil towards each other and generally if widow has a question or feels like she needs “””advice””” she asks him. unofficially, she feels as if he would be her best friend, if she could theoretically have one.

sombra goes to get her nails done professionally, widow and gabe do theirs on their own and every once in awhile with each other. widow is very dedicated to her femininity

 she recognizes him, somewhat. anyone she meets from her past, she tears into, but gabe is always the exception. she doesn’t tell him that she remembers him.

sombra and widow are both SUPER arrogant and they like wildly enable each other. widow likes to pretend that she doesnt but she definitely eggs sombra on at times and sombra LIVES for it. sombra also likes to try and goad emotions out of widow-- she likes to poke and prod and see whats underneath. 

gabe thinks that if sombra and widow both went awol and had a goal that they could both agree on, even he would be hard pressed to stop them. it’s because they’re both so malicious and determined, its almost scary.

when gabe gets upset, smoke starts to come out of his mouth and nose and its like... literally his body starting to unwind. he cant get a grip on his corporal self and he starts to lose shape. this has never happened around widow, but has happened around sombra once. 

sombra would never abandon her goal for widow or gabe but she’s thought about it before and if they asked her, she would do everything she could to get them out of talon that doesn’t compromise her own mission. she’d take them with her when she leaves if she could.

list of most to least willing to murder: widow, sombra, gabe. widow is the one whos most willing to actually do it but 9/10 its gonna be sombras idea first and foremost. it goes the opposite way if its personal, gabe is most likely to pull out a shotgun on someone he used to know lmao

as for how they work as a squad, they actually do.. really well. widow will just follow orders with the occasional -_- face thrown in, but they rlly do have a good synergy and its why they 3 get sent on so many missions together

widow and sombra are the best momentum wise-- once they get rolling its hard to make them stop and gabe has once or twice had an issue with keeping up with them. theyre both super fast paced and gabe is too but gotdam if he isnt getting older 

widowmaker doesn’t ever really feel happy, just like... smug. she gets extremely smug. so its usually at  the cost of someone else’s misery.

sombra has never met jack but just from hearing gabe make passing comments about him a few times she’s pretty much decided that she wants to either blackmail or murder him 

gabe sometimes has the unfortunate habit of underestimating sombra, which is mostly out of concern, but its the quickest way to piss her off and pretty much the only way she gets put off with him. she cant stand being pitied or looked down upon.

widow saw gabriels face because he, at a time, decided to willingly show her. sombra saw gabriels face because she offered seeing it as the trade for some information he needed.

sombra sees the truth as a weapon and will trade personal information for something you want. sometimes its harmless, sometimes it bites you in the ass again later. hard. 

gabe doesnt know how to be happy. sombra doesnt know how to be satisfied. widow is really just doin how she do. 

thats really enough for now just ask if u want sum more 

[bob-giovanni]

Title: Long Lost

Main Characters: Simon/OFC (other characters will be mentioned a lot but none will have much of a backstory besides these two.)

Chapter: One

POV: Third Person

Summary: There is a new member of Alexandria that has a bone to pick with Simon.

Warnings: Cursing, Eventual Smut, Hitting/Slapping, May Be A Slightly Slow Build

Notes: This will not match up to the show/comics completely, just FYI. Also, I apologize in advance as this is quite long. I hope to be able to add to this maybe twice a week. Maybe more. We’ll see what happens. I hope you enjoy!!!

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Father Gabriel was on watch at Alexandria. A chill had taken to the air so he brought with him a sweater and a hot cup of tea. He also had a book with him, one he found rummaging around his house. “Dead Until Dark” by Charlaine Harris. It was a romance novel involving vampires, shape shifters, fairies, etc. It wasn’t a very good book in Gabriel’s opinion. But with nary another book in sight besides the Bible he didn’t have much of a choice if he wanted to take his mind off things. As the sun started to rise Gabriel yawned and saved the page in his book. He stretched his arms above his head and looked behind him to see if his replacement was on their way. That’s when he heard it. The unmistakable roar of an engine. There was a vehicle nearby and from the sounds of it, it was not your average car. Gabriel whistled, giving the signal to those in nearby houses that someone unknown was approaching. Gabe got down on one knee and looked through the scope of his rifle before lining up his shot.

Rick, Daryl, and Carol ran across the field to the perch where Gabriel was. Rick climbed up first, followed by Carol while Daryl climbed up on the opposite side, aiming his crossbow. A few seconds later a large, military green truck pulled up about 20 feet from the gate. Rick leaned down a bit to Gabriel. “Who do you see?” Gabriel focused his scope so he could see into the front of the truck. “The driver. That’s all. No passengers visible.” Rick nodded and pulled his gun from it’s holster. “Show yourself!” He shouted to the person in the truck. Several seconds later a sunroof popped open. Shortly after that a young woman climbed out from inside. She had two machetes in holsters on either leg which she slowly removed and held out a bit so the people currently aiming at her could see what they were before placing them down at her feet. She pulled the bottom of her hoodie up to her chest and did a slow spin on the roof of the truck to show that she had no other weapons before putting her hands in the air.

Rick gave a hand signal to Daryl and Gabriel which told them to keep their weapons aimed while he and Carol put their weapons away. Rick called out to the mysterious young woman once again. “What’s your name? Where did you come from?” “My name is Amber. I came from Fort Washington, Maryland.” She didn’t want to give more information than was requested of her. Not yet anyway. “Where’d you get that truck?” The young woman quickly looked up to catch a glance of the person asking her the questions. “An air force base about fifteen miles east of here.” Rick’s face fell in disbelief a bit. “There’s a military base within driving distance of here?” Amber gave a soft chuckle. “It’s not easy to get to. It helps to have a big ass truck.” Rick felt a smile tug at his lips. He nodded to Daryl and Carol who proceeded to climb down from their perches. Rick leaned down to Gabriel again. “Go get Maggie.” Gabe nodded and climbed from the watch tower before running towards Maggie’s house.

“Two people are gonna come out to you. One is gonna search you. The other is gonna search your truck then drive it in here. Ok?” Amber knew if she wanted to get on the other side of that gate, get somewhere remotely safe, she had no choice. “Ok. I’m gonna climb down from here. I’m gonna leave my machetes on the roof.” As Amber started to climb down she heard the questioner start to speak. “Uh you may wanna grab those. There’s walkers heading your way.” Amber turned and saw about a dozen walkers coming from the woods to her right. She grabbed her machetes and quickly climbed down from the truck before Rick gave a signal to Daryl and Carol to not open the gate completely yet. The three Alexandrians watched in amazement as Amber mowed through the walkers two at a time. She obviously had experience swinging those machetes. Once all of the walkers were taken care of she turned and looked up at Rick before dropping her weapons. “Can I come in now?” Rick told Daryl and Carol to open the gate. Carol did a pat down of Amber and watched as Daryl completed his search of the truck. He walked around the back unlocking and throwing the doors open. “Holy shit.” There were boxes of supplies as well as about half a dozen large gas cans piled in the back of the truck. In the middle appeared to be a sleeping bag and two small pillows. Daryl and Carol gave Rick the “all clear” signal before heading back inside the gates.

Rick made sure to close the gates up tight and walked over to Daryl as he climbed out of the truck. “What’s in the back?” “A lotta shit. Shit we need if we wanna do anything about the Saviors.” Rick walked around to the back and opened the doors so he could climb in. He looked at Daryl. “Bring her around here.” Daryl grabbed Amber’s shirt and pulled her around to the back of the truck. “Hey watch it.” She protested. Rick looked at her. “What’s in here?” Amber sighed softly. “Are you gonna let me stay? Because if you’re not, sending me out there without this stuff is a death sentence. I’ve made it this far on my own. I don’t wanna die because of some asshole.” Rick quirked an eyebrow and was a bit taken aback by this woman’s brashness. He nodded a bit. “We don’t know if you can stay yet. Someone is gonna interview you, get to you know, then they’ll let me know if you should stay or not.” Amber nodded. “Well until that decision is made I can’t tell you what’s in here.” Amber knew well enough that they could open the boxes and figure out what was in there on their own. But she had a couple tricks up her sleeve.

A moment later Maggie appeared. “Maggie, this is Amber. She wants to know if she can stay with us.” Maggie nodded in understanding. “Ok. Let’s go.” Amber followed behind Maggie, walking about a third of a mile before walking up the steps to what Amber assumed was this woman Maggie’s home. Maggie led Amber into the living room and gestured at an armchair. “Please, sit.” Amber obliged, plopping down in the seat. She had almost forgotten what real furniture felt like. Maggie sat in a matching armchair across from her. “So…you’re gonna like, interview me or something?” Maggie nodded a bit. “Just some basic questions to get to know you a little better. Would you like some water?” Amber licked her lips and nodded. She was low on water in the truck and had been trying to conserve so she was incredibly thirsty. Maggie got up from the chair and disappeared into the next room, returning a few seconds later with a glass of water. Amber accepted the glass and took a swig, her eyes widening when the liquid touched her lips. “This is cold. You have cold water here?” Maggie smiled and nodded. “We do. One of many things we have to offer. But these resources are precious. That’s why we need to make sure that you’re a good fit for our community.”

Amber nodded and took another sip of the water, taking the time to savor the coldness. She hadn’t had a cold drink in literally years. Maggie picked up a notepad and pen. “So, Amber. Where are you from?” Amber put the glass down on the table in front of her and crossed her legs. “Bethesda, Maryland.” Maggie scribbled on the pad. “And you arrived here alone correct? How long have you been alone?” Amber sighed softly. “I’ve been alone since the beginning. I’ve never been with another group. People are scarce nowadays. I’ve come across a few groups but I watched them from afar and didn’t like what I was seeing so I split.” Maggie nodded as she scribbled some more. “So why do you want to stay here then? You haven’t had a chance to observe us.” “I know. But you have walls.That’s a hot commodity. It’s getting more and more dangerous by the hour out there. If I’m on my own much longer I don’t think I’ll survive.” Maggie didn’t scribble anything down this time. She just watched Amber as she talked. “Before all this what did you do?” Amber smiled a bit as she remembered her pre-apocalypse life briefly. “I was a tattoo artist most of the time. But I also tutored high school kids in chemistry and taught kickboxing classes.” Maggie raised her eyebrows a bit and nodded. “So you know how to defend yourself then?” Amber nodded in response.

Maggie put down the pen and pad and leaned forward a bit. “I just want to apologize in advance if this question is a little sensitive. But I do need an answer. What about your family? Parents? Spouse? Kids?” Amber felt a tear sting her eye but she quickly wiped it away. “I was married.” Amber unzipped her hoodie slightly and pulled out a chain that was around her neck, her wedding rings secured on the chain. Maggie proceeded. “What happened to him?” Amber shrugged. “No idea. He was at work in D.C. Everything went down in our neighborhood so fast. Some people had already abandoned their homes. But we stayed. We had to. My husband worked for the government so he was desperately needed when all this started to go down. He tried to get me to leave and go to a cabin we had in a secluded area by the Potomac River. But I wouldn’t leave without him. The neighborhood got swarmed by a group of…walkers you call them? I tried to call him but the phone lines were dead. So I just locked all the doors and windows and locked myself in the attic. My husband was a bit of a doomsday preper so we had loads of food, guns, ammo, water, etcetera up there. I figured it’d be the safest place to go. And I waited for him. And I waited, and waited, and waited. And after about six months I figured he wasn’t coming. At first I was so angry that he didn’t come for me. But then I thought, what if the worst has happened? So I packed everything I could carry and made my way to D.C. When I got to his building I was surprised by how untouched it looked. There was no dead ones anywhere in sight. I managed to get into the building and I looked for him, any sign of him, but there wasn’t one. I didn’t see his car in the parking lot either so I didn’t know if he had taken it or if it had been taken after. I holed up in the building, in his office specifically, and I grieved. Then I moved on. Because I had to.”

Maggie let out a breath that she felt she had been holding for hours. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry.” Amber smiled softly and shook her head. “It’s ok. I’ve made my peace with it.” After a moment’s pause Amber continued. “Anyway, I stayed in D.C. for a short while. The further into the city I got the more dangerous it became so I knew I couldn’t stay there. So I left and just stayed on the outskirts for as long as I could. Then I remembered that there was an air force base not too far away. I’d driven my husband there once or twice. So I made my way there. It took a long time. The main roads were too crowded with cars and dead bodies to navigate. But when I got there I was so relieved. It had tall reinforced steel gates. I climbed over and explored. It was a ghost town. I was the only one who had been there in a while. I let myself relax for a few days then I found the truck I drove here in and loaded it up with as much supplies as I could and parked it at an exit just incase I need to make a quick getaway. But for a while, a long ass while, I was safe. And kinda happy even though my husband was dead and I was pretty sure my whole family was dead too. Then one day a herd showed up, broke down one of the gates in the middle of the night. I barely made it out alive. That was about four or five months ago. Since then I’ve been driving around as little as possible. That monster is a tank but it is a bitch on gas. I observed other groups like a mentioned before. And then eventually ended up here.”

Maggie finished scribbling notes and looked up at Amber with a smile. “Stay here. I’m gonna go talk to Rick. Make yourself comfortable.” Amber nodded and took off her hoodie. Her left arm was covered in a full sleeve of tattoos. Her right arm was about half a sleeve that she never got the chance to finish. She turned over her left hand so her wrist was facing up and ran her fingers over the tattoo there. A date. 10-22-05. The day she got married. She smiled softly to herself but quickly snapped out of it when she heard the front door open. Rick walked in and over to Amber before extending his right hand. “Welcome to Alexandria.” Amber breathed a sigh of relief and felt like she could cry. She stood and hugged Rick tightly. “Thank you so much.” Rick laughed softly and returned the hug. “Ok. Now let’s head out to that truck.” Once there Amber went over everything she had. Food, medicine, gas. All very valuable items. She chewed her bottom lip as she contemplated telling them about some things she had hidden. She wanted to keep some things secret just incase. But at the same time she knew that the community could probably use it. She’d overheard Daryl mention something about ‘doing something about’ another group. “There’s one more thing.” She lead Rick and Daryl to the cab of the truck. She pried off the bench seat top and hidden underneath were guns. Shotguns, handguns, rifles, silencers. Rick literally gasped. “Do you have ammo?” Amber nodded. “Well these are all loaded to capacity. There’s close to two hundred guns in there. Also…” Amber trailed off and went to the back of the truck. She hopped inside and moved some boxes to reveal a hidden compartment. She lifted the lid and pulled out a large tool box that was filled to the brim with ammo. Rick grinned wide. “Amber you may just be my new best friend.” Amber smiled and jumped out of the truck and helped the group bring everything inside various homes.

When they got to the pantry Amber whistled as she looked at the bare shelves. “Well it looks like I got here just in time.” Rick turned and looked at Daryl who nodded. Rick turned to face Amber and sighed. “Well since you’ve agreed to stay here and to share your supplies with us it’s only fair that I tell you why these shelves are bare. There’s a group called the Saviors. They are not good people. A while back they killed two of our men, one of which was Maggie’s husband. Their leader beat both of them to death right in front of us with a baseball bat.” Amber’s jaw was slightly ajar and she had a pained look on her face. “Oh my god. I am so sorry.” Rick nodded. “Thank you. Since then we’ve been working for them. They claimed that they provide protection in exchange for fifty percent of our stuff. But really it’s our stuff in exchange for not killing any more of us. Now these supplies are gonna do two things. One is we can use some of it as our offering for the Saviors. Two is we can hide the rest to use when we fight them.” Amber nodded. “The Saviors? I’ve heard that name before. Two of the other groups I was scoping out had deals with them too. One group was called the Kingdom I think. It’s run by a real whack-a-doodle who calls himself King Ezekiel. The other place, the Hilltop. That seemed like a good shot for me. But their leader is a punk ass bitch.” Rick got a laugh out of that. “Gregory. Yeah he’s not great.” Amber furrowed her eyebrows. “So you know about that group?” Rick nodded. “Yeah. And the Kingdom too. Ezekiel is actually a great leader and not as crazy as you’d think. The Kingdom has agreed to fight with us against the Saviors. The citizens of the Hilltop are on board but Gregory isn’t. But we’re working on it.”

Amber absorbed all the information Rick had given her as she helped them unload supplies. After they were done Rick showed Amber to the house she’d be staying in. For now she had the house to herself. About an hour later Carol showed up with a basket of food as well as a casserole. “Welcome.” Carol said before hurrying off. Amber rushed to the kitchen to see what was in the basket. Canned fruits and vegetables, two packages of pasta, pasta sauce, and at the bottom was a small foil wrapped item. Amber dug down and scooped out the item. “Oh my fuck, it’s chocolate.” She said to herself. A few short minutes after Carol had left Maggie showed up with a bottle of wine. “Can I come in?” “Yes! Yes, of course!” Amber opened the door for Maggie. “Thank you so much for the wine.” Maggie smiled. “There should be glasses in your cupboards.” Amber dug around and found two glasses. She placed them on the counter and poured herself a full glass of wine before tipping the bottle over the second glass. Maggie quickly covered the opening of the glass. “Oh, no thank you. I’m…I’m pregnant.” She said as she placed a hand on her stomach. “Oh my goodness, really? Wow. How exciting!” Amber then realized that Maggie’s husband had been one of the men killed by this other group no too long ago. “Oh no, oh I’m so sorry.” Maggie smiled and shook her head.” No need to be sorry. It is exciting despite everything.” Amber smiled and got Maggie some water before the two sat on the couch in the living room.

Amber sipped her wine and licked her lips before turning to Maggie. “Can I…I mean do you mind if I ask you about your husband?” Maggie smiled and nodded. She told Amber all about Glenn, her father, and her sister. How her and Glenn met, fell in love, and lived for each other. Amber wiped away a tear. “That is truly beautiful.” Maggie smiled. “Thank you. What about your husband? Could you tell me more about him?” Amber smiled softly. “Yeah. Well we met when he came in for a tattoo at the shop I was apprenticing at. He walks in all tall, mustachioed, and handsome. Comes right over to me and starts flirting, asks me my name and says he’s gonna get my name tattooed on his chest. I said ‘Well that’s a stupid thing to do.’ and he responds, ‘Why is it stupid? I’m gonna marry you anyway.’ I was twenty one at the time and he was thirty seven so at first I rejected his advances. But we actually became pretty good friends. One day he comes in to the shop with flowers and was wearing a dress shirt and slacks. He walks over to me, hands me the flowers, kisses the back of my hand, and tells me how I’m the most beautiful woman in the world and would I do him the honor of having dinner with him. I admit I was a bit swept off my feet so I agreed. And a year later we were married and he did what he said he was gonna do and tattooed my name on his chest. My parents were very against the whole thing because of the age difference. But eventually, as I did, they got over it and realized what an amazing man he was. We tried to have kids but for whatever reason I just couldn’t get pregnant. It caused a few fights between us but after a few months we decided to adopt instead. All of this started happening a month before we were supposed to meet our daughter.”

Maggie placed a hand comfortingly on Amber’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.” Amber smiled. “I still think about her sometimes, ya know. We were gonna name her Charlotte. Sometimes I’m so mad that I never got the chance to have kids. Other times I’m kinda grateful because I can’t imagine raising kids in this mess.” Amber realized what she had just said and gasped. “Maggie I am so so sorry I just said that. I can’t believe I just did that.” Maggie stopped Amber. “Hey, it’s ok. I’m scared as all hell to have this baby. It’s one more mouth to feed on top of the fact that any cries could attract walkers. But I’m happy too. Not everyone could do this.” Amber nodded and took another sip of her wine. “Do you have any pictures of your husband, Amber?” Amber shook her head. “Unfortunately no. When I left the house I only took necessities. Not too long after I left I regretted not taking at least one picture. But since I was headed to his office I figured I’d just take the picture he had of us on his desk but when I got there it was gone.” Maggie perked up a bit. “Well that could be a good sign. Maybe he grabbed it to keep with him before he tried to go back to the house for you.” Amber shrugged. “Maybe.” Maggie continued talking but Amber zoned out. She kept thinking about him. She couldn’t stop. Maybe he did try to go back for her. But he would have found her as long as he was alive. She just knew that he was dead. Maggie gently tapping her arm pulled her out of her trance. “I’m sorry. What?” Maggie laughed softly. “I asked his name. What was your husband’s name?”

“Simon.”

Sorry the ending was so predictable! 

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Amazing Grace

Word Count-1798

Warnings-SPOILERS FOR “DEVILS BARGAIN” 

Characters-Elaina Mason(OFC), Asmodues, Arthur Ketch, Gabriel

Summary-An arguement with Sam lands Elaina at a local bar and leads to a big surprise.

A/N- I couldn’t leave my angel where he was, not when all I wanted to do was rip someone’s heart out for what they did to him.  And then it got a little out of hand for which I’m so not sorry. I put the cut up high so people who haven’t seen the episode could avoid the spoilers.  Many thanks to @skybinx-blog and @mrssamfuckingwinchester for doing the beta on this one. Tags below, if you’d like on or off my list please drop me an ask or a DM.

-JediCat

I woke up with a pounding head and a dry mouth that tasted like something had curled up and died in it.  I hadn’t had that much to drink when I’d stormed out of the bunker after fighting with Sam about being left behind while he and Dean followed a lead on Lucifer.  I’d gone straight to Lyons, and ordered a double whiskey, then another but the third one I’d ordered had tasted a little off so I hadn’t finished it.  A flash of anger burned some of the haze off my brain, as I realized that I’d been drugged.  Dan, the bartender, was a friend so he wasn’t on the very long list of people and things that might want to get hold of me.   I opened my eyes slowly and began to take stock of my situation.

        I was surprised to find myself in a rather comfortable bedroom instead of a cell.  The walls were stone and it was furnished with dark wood pieces that looked like antiques.  There was a door in the wall to my left and I swung my legs over that side of the bed and sat up, intending to get out of here.  A wave of dizziness swept over me and I put my head down until it passed.  I heard the door open, then close and footsteps coming towards me.

        “It’s good to see you again, Miss Mason,” said a voice I’d hoped I would never hear again.

I struggled to keep my rage under control as I growled at him, “Ketch, you realize that Sam is going to kick your ass when I’m done.”

“My dear Elaina-” Ketch started.  He didn’t get any further because I launched myself off the bed and jacked his jaw with a right hook. It was the only hit I got in before he caught my wrists and held them tightly in one hand.

“I’m not your dear anything, Arthur Ketch,” I said in a low, tight voice.

He rubbed his jaw with his free hand. “I stand corrected, Elaina.  This has nothing to do with the Winchesters, irritating them is just a bonus.  And I was under the impression that you were rather fond of me, what happened to change that?”

“What happened,” I asked, my voice rising.  “Oh, I don’t know.  Might have been when you murdered Mick, or maybe it was when you helped brainwash Mary into a killing machine.  Oh, wait, I know what it was when you locked my boyfriend and my best friend up in their own home and turned off the air pumps and the heat”

By the time I got to the end of my tirade I was yelling at the top of my lungs, I knew no

one who could help could hear me, I was just hoping to distract Ketch for a minute.  As he watched me with a smug smile on his face I saw my chance and aimed a kick at his nards.  I connected hard and he doubled over, releasing my hands.  I sprinted for the door and hauled it open, getting maybe a dozen steps down the hall before I froze midstep.  I saw movement off to my right and shifted my eyes to get a better look.  A man dressed in white stepped out of the hallway and walked around me once before coming to a stop where I could see him.

“Attractive and spirited,” he said in a Southern accented voice.  “I do understand what the Winchester boy sees in you.”

I shot him my best death glare. “And who are you supposed to be, Colonel Sanders?”

He laughed and took my hand, kissing the back of it. “I’m called Asmodeus, prince of Hell”

A shiver went through me at the name; shit was I ever in trouble.  His yellow eyes met mine as he released my hand and started walking away.  I followed because I had no choice, whatever power he was using on me compelled me to go with him.  He led me through the torch lit halls with Ketch trailing behind us until he came to a locked door with a small covered window set into it.  

“You have a visitor,” he called as he opened the window into the cell.

He forced my body to step up to the window and look through it.  In the dim light I could see a man sitting on the stone bench inside.  Under the loose shirt that might have been white at one time, his body language was a combination of defiance and dismay and his hair was so dirty and matted I couldn’t tell what color it was.  As he lifted his head to see who was there I could see blood smears on his forehead where he’d been tortured or beaten.  Then his eyes met mine and I felt my heart leap and drop at the same time; those amber eyes haunted more than one of my nightmares over the years.

“Gabriel,” I breathed.

There was a flash of anger in those eyes as his head came the rest of the way up and I almost cried out when I saw that his mouth had been roughly sewn shut.  I tried to close my eyes, but Asmodeus wouldn’t allow it.  I was forced to look at what had been done to my friend, for whatever reason he had, and felt my anger rise again.  This time my power rose with it, and I began to silently sing Amazing Grace.  Gabe gave a barely noticeable shake of his head and I reined my power in.

“What have they done to you, Gabe,” I asked sadly, just loud enough for him to hear.

My body moved aside and Asmodeus took my place at the window.  “Think about it some more, Gabriel.  It’s a choice between Lucifer and your friend now.”

With that he slammed the window shut and forced me to walk back to my room.  I tried to memorize the way but there were too many twists and turns I couldn’t catch them all.  Once we were back, Asmodeus released his control of me.

“I’m sorry I had to show you that,” he said.

He paused for a minute but I just stared at him, daring him to explain himself.  When I didn’t say anything he continued, “I’ll treat you as my guest, as long as you don’t try to escape.  Anything you need will be provided, all you need to do is ask.”

As he turned to walk away I finally spoke, keeping my tone even and low, “Sam and Dean will find us and then you’ll be sorry.”

He turned back to me with a smile that would have been sweet if it hadn’t been so creepy,  and my own voice came out of his mouth, “Not as long as you leave messages on their voicemails.”

I heard the lock click as he and Ketch left the room.  I prowled the room of a few minutes, half looking for a way out but mostly trying to get my temper under control.  Finally, I lay down on the bed and began to run through the breathing exercises that would allow me to ground myself.  When I was centered, I began to sing under my breath and reached out for the guardian archangel who had become my dear friend.

“Fallen angel, ripped and bruised think on better days

Life is cruel, treats you bad. Tears your wing away

Raise your eyes, to star and sky believe in fly aways

Take your dreams your broken schemes and sweep the past away

Fly lonely angel high above these streets of fire

Fly lonely angel far away from mad desire”*

When I touched his mind, Gabe didn’t seem to be aware that I was there.  His grace was depleted to the point where it was almost dangerous for him.  I built a quick but strong shield around it so that anyone looking at it from the outside with magic or demon powers would see what it looked like now.  Then I whispered Amazing Grace, feeding some of my own life force into it and that’s when he took notice.

“Elaina, what in Dad’s name are you doing,” his mental voice was barely a whisper. “I told you no.”

“Take it up with Chuck when you see him,” I shot back, stubbornly continuing what I’d been doing.  “I’m not the same stupid girl who almost killed herself saving Sam because she wouldn’t admit she was in love.”

His shock was palpable and he was quiet for a minute.  Then I heard a weak chuckle, “It took you two long enough.”

I finished what I was doing and sealed the shield behind me as I pulled back. “Feel better?”

“A little, but they’ll just take it away again,” he replied.  “Ketch told Asmodeus everything he knows about you guys.”

I allowed a little smugness to creep in my mental tone, “He can’t tell what he doesn’t know. Stupid I ain’t, you know that.   Gotta go now.  It’s going to take a while, but we’re going to get out of here.”

I pulled back to my body and curled up on my side.  Alone in my more comfortable cell, I cried for my old friend until sleep claimed me.

I lost track of how much time passed as I did my best to heal Gabriel’s grace.  I hid what it was costing me from him, which wasn’t hard given the state he was in.  He didn’t need to know that I was sleeping ten hours after each treatment, or that I was losing weight because if I asked for enough to eat to replace the energy I was using up Ketch and Asmodeus would get suspicious.  Finally, I’d done everything I could his grace was as strong as I could make it.  I sealed the shield behind me for the last time and “tapped” Gabe on the shoulder.  When I had his attention I showed him how to open the shield.

“It’s all up to you now,” I told him.  “Just try to give me some warning when you break out.”

“I owe you, kid,” was all he replied as I pulled away and drifted off to sleep.

A gentle arm around my shoulders and Gabe’s voice in my head woke me up, “Time to go, kiddo, nobody here but lower level demons.   Do you know where those meatheads might be?”

I pictured the war room of the bunker in my mind, knowing he would see it whispering, “Cas might be there,  tell him to have them take the wards down or you won’t be able to get in.”

Then I fell back to sleep.

*The Angel Song-Great White  Twice Shy(1989)

A/N2-I might be convinced to write a second part for this if anyone is interested in see what happened back home.  

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