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bleakfated · 1 year

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INTERACTIONS. HEADCANONS. PHOTOS. IISMS. WISHLIST. OPENS. SC.

STATISTICS

BASICS: name: michael davies age: late 30s-40s gender & pronouns: male, he/him sexuality: heterosexual faceclaim: adam fergus occupation: former british men of letters, hunter location: verse dependent

PERSONALITY: positive traits: intelligent, adaptable, warm-hearted, open-minded negative traits: regretful, obedient, escapist, overcritical

APPEARANCE: scars: long werewolf scratch on his shoulder tattoos: antipossession on his chest piercings: none

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BIOGRAPHY

TL;DR

Mick Davies was a member of the British Men of Letters. He was orphaned at the age of six and often ran away from the awful institutions he was placed in and had honed in on his pick-pocketing skills. Incidentally, he stole a cursed coin from a BMOL agent. The man saw promise in Mick and he was enrolled into Kendricks Academy. When the BMOL set their sights on the Winchesters, Mick, now a full fledged agent, also travelled over to America. Throughout his time with American hunters he started to really see the evil hidden within the code of his organization that had been the only home he'd had. When American hunter Eileen Leahy accidentally killed Renny Rawlings, Mick overcame his desire to follow the code. He knew those like Dr. Hess and Arthur Ketch would never hear him out, he went on the run instead of returning to British Men of Letters headquarters.

FULL BIO

Michael Davies was born to parents James and Eliza Davies in London, England on March 16, 1975. Though he doesn't remember any of it, he lived a pretty standard life for his first few years of childhood. Unfortunately, he became orphaned shortly after his sixth birthday when his parents were killed in a car accident. Without any family willing to take him in as their own, he started to bounce around orphanages and group homes. With all of the problems riddled in those places, he often decided to take to the streets for months at a time before someone would catch up to him or a teacher would notice that something was off with him. While sometimes struggling for food or clothes or having something he simply desired rather than required, he honed in on his pick-pocketing skills.

Within a few years, he was rather skilled, most often stealing watches and other pawnable items and occasionally swiping a wallet or loose change. At the age of ten, he inadvertently stole something that would change his life forever. He noticed a rather impressive coin in the pocket of a young man and grabbed it, hoping that it was valuable enough to give him some quick cash when he would pawn it off. However, the man soon tracked him down because the coin was actually a cursed coin that had been seized by the British Men of Letters to stop the murderous chain it left in its wake after it was inevitably lost to someone new. Rather than being angry that the kid had nearly cost him his life, the agent saw promise in Mick with his eye for detail to notice the coin in the first place and ability to steal it from someone who was clearly on high alert to keep the coin in his possession.

Before he had much time to think about what it all meant, Mick was enrolled in Kendricks Academy by the young man. There, he learned all about the organization that he worked for. They were a secret organization that specialized in all things supernatural with the inevitable goal of wiping out all Supernatural activity from the United Kingdom and surrounding areas as well as catch anything new that tried to come in before it caused too much chaos to their country. While Mick was not the most popular among his fellow classmates, especially at first, he did grow to have a few friends. The school provided him with something he had never had, a sense of belonging, and also deeply fostered his thirst for knowledge. Mick was adamant about keeping his performance up in all of the subjects, but would often be found diving further into the information available about lycanthropy whenever he had spare moments.

The young men and women also studied the code that the organization had put forth. Some of the tenets spelled out in the code made Mick and his classmates uneasy, but they all sort of hoped they were a last resort sort of guide rather than something most of them would end up practicing. However, this was not the case and at the age of 13, Mick found out how seriously the organization took the code when he was pulled into the office of Dr. Hess with his best friend Timothy. The headmistress of the school and an elder of the organization informed the young boys that they were being tested on how true to the code they were. A knife was placed between the two teenagers and they were informed only one of them would walk out alive.

Timothy suggested that they ran, but in the end Mick knew that if they tried they would be tracked down and murdered by the organization because they knew too much about monsters and had been clued in on too much about the Men of Letters to be freely roaming the world. Not to mention, he felt an immense amount of loyalty to the organization that had given him a life that was ten times better than anything he would have had still living on the streets. With a decision that would haunt him for the rest of his life, he killed his best friend with the knife to uphold the code. He was welcomed back into the folds of Kendricks with open arms, but a small piece of him that he kept tucked away resented the organization for what he had been forced to do. Another classmate, Arthur Ketch had fondly started to refer to those left in their class as the survivors.

Despite his traumatic experience and qualms with the Men of Letters, he graduated from Kendrick's and became a field agent. As he grew older, he became more fond of tracing and planning attacks rather than executing them, but still was often still present when other agents tracked down the monsters plaguing the country when they alerted the wards and sigils placed all around the country at wards and docks to let the BMOL know that a monster was entering the country so that they could execute before the streak of no monster related deaths happening in the country since 1965. In his late thirties, Mick started to show signs of carpal tunnel syndrome, which hindered some of his ability with strength and combat training. It didn't affect his day to day life too much, but he worked with it to ensure that he could still be on scene for some attacks past his operative planning, because he knew he always needed to be his best to prevent falling victim to an attack.

Just around the bend from this period of time was another life-altering event that he had no idea was coming. The British Men of Letters started to show interest in the Winchesters from the moment they first heard of them, but with the release of the Darkness, Toni Bevell was sent to gain their trust in hopes of helping them change their ways to resolve the boom of supernatural problems in America. However, Toni abandoned her mission and instead captured Sam Winchester. Mick was sent to collect her and bring her back to England to face the consequences. He helped save Sam from Toni and sent her back on a plane to England, sending Arthur Ketch in her place to keep an eye on the Winchesters. Meanwhile, he served as a point of contact between American hunters and the British Men of Letters, often trying to recruit them to aid in the organization's efforts.

From his point of view, the BMOL was helping Americans fix their seemingly backwards ways of handling monsters in pairs or small groups after the monsters had caused so much destruction, rather than ridding the country systematically. Mick aided in rescuing the Winchesters from the secret service when Lucifer took the American president as his vessel. Despite some pushback, he was able to recruit many American hunters and Ketch helped convince Mary Winchester to join in on their efforts. With their newly built Men of Letters base in Kearney, Nebraska, he was able to organize attacks to wipe vampires from the United States. With almost all of the vampires in the Midwest taken out, the base was attacked by vampires led by the Alpha Vampire, which was shocking because BMOL intel indicated he was in Morocco. With Sam and Mary's help he was able to create more bullets for the colt and Sam killed the alpha vampire.

Mick started to send cases to the Winchesters because he had gained Sam's trust and Sam had convinced Dean he was trustworthy as well. One of the cases he sent was a werewolf case, which he asked to accompany them on to get hands on experience on the field. He realized that their eyewitness had been bitten and kept it from the Winchesters so that he could kill her without any pushback as it was protocol and he knew that the Winchesters didn't agree with killing all monsters. Not having taken another life himself since Timothy, he really struggled with guilt from this action on top of his shoulder being scratched up when she had fought back. He lost a lot of trust when the Winchesters found out what he had done and when Claire Novak is turned by one of the werewolves, he doesn't push as hard to kill her, both because he felt conflicted that his instincts were all wrong from how he was formed by the BMOL and the threat of his life the Winchesters placed on him for her safety.

They safely cure Claire of her lycanthropy and Mick revels in the miracle that she became and it causes him to question his loyalty to the code further. With all of the memories of Timothy resurfaced, he spent time in the bunker with the Winchesters away from the organization to deal with his thoughts. This coupled with learning that Lucifer impregnated a woman led the three men to spend the night drinking. The next morning, he was alerted by Dr. Hess that there wasn't any more time to try to convince American hunters to join them and was given the task of assimilate or eliminate with another member sent to keep tabs on him. While trying to capture the woman carrying Lucifer's child, their attempts are thwarted by a Prince of Hell and the Men of Letters member sent to keep tabs on him is killed in the crossfire by Eileen Leahy. Per the code, Mick stated that he must kill Eileen, but already teetering on the edge Sam was able to convince him that it was okay to follow his own code.

Mick knew those at his organization wouldn't separate themselves from the code like he had. Ultimately, he decided to go on the run rather than returning to the BMOL headquarters where he surely would meet his death for ignoring the code and thinking the Americans had a better approach to preserving their own humanity. He hid out in hotel rooms under pseudonyms and started to hunt, feeling a lot more secure in his newfound life when he heard that the British Men of Letters compound had been destroyed.

#╰––– » 「 ⛦ 」 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁. ┊ mick davies

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sml-str · 3 years

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Thinking about Penelope Scott's "Lotta True Crime" and the lyrics, "She could've killed you / she had every right / you just caught her off-guard tonight." Because man -- Magda Peterson being unfairly killed by Ketch vibes.

#Arthur Ketch negative #Magda Peterson #I will never stop being angry about this #Supernatural #SPN

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canonicallysoulmates · 6 years

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What is happening right now? Ketch is the only one making sense!

#wtf?#i'm halfway through this thing and that man is the only who has said something smart #spn negative #arthur ketch #mine

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orionsangel86 · 6 years

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Its painfully obvious that they only brought back Ketch so Mary can have a storyline when she comes back from the AU. Also Rowena is apparently back?(her actress was spotted on set)The show needs to stop bringing back characters just bc their actors/acressess sucked up to the showrunners.

Anon, I don’t see how you are not seeing Rowena’s return as a good thing? SPN has a terrible track record in bringing back women that they have previously killed off. The return of both Billie and Rowena are things to be celebrated and not bemoaned.

Also your comment that DHJ and Ruth Connell sucked up to the showrunners to get their characters back is disgusting. I’m not even going to justify it with a proper response because the concept is laughable. The characters were brought back because the writers felt they still had a story to tell here.

I don’t know much about why Ketch is back, but your tone also suggests that you don’t like Mary either. Just because Mary had a story arc with Ketch last season doesn’t mean that they will be linked this season. It seems to me more that Ketch and Rowena will have a mutual storyline and that interests me greatly as it means the potential is back for a Men of Letters vs Grand Coven story which is something we have been wanting since Rowena first started on the show.

What exactly is your problem with bringing back characters anyway? Or are you one of those awful people who wants the show reduced to Sam and Dean only? (If you are get the hell off my blog and don’t come back).

I for one love having a full and diverse cast on this show that I adore. I find the Sam and Dean solo episodes rather boring unless the MOTW is particularly interesting. Bringing Ketch back may not be adding anything to diversity, and I can think of at least 5 characters I would prefer to be brought back than him, but for Dean’s arc specifically I am intrigued at least, and not negative like you are.

Bringing Rowena back is awesome and I won’t accept Rowena negativity or mindless negativity towards any female characters in the show actually on my blog. Maybe don’t be so bloody negative yeah? Give the characters a chance. Outside of Bucklemming episodes they will most likely be highly enjoyable. And if failing that you are still feeling all pissy about it go moan to someone else about it. I’m not interested.

#negativity for ts #rowena #arthur ketch #wank for ts #asks #anon #Anonymous

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years

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By Your Doorstep (Part 5)

Summary: Sam moves back to town and under Dean’s roof meanwhile the reader learns more about Dean’s hesitancy in certain areas of their relationship...

Pairing: Doctor/Neighbor!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 4,800ish

Warnings: language, mention of accidents, PTSD, past sexual assault, injury

A/N: Parts of this series are told from two different POV’s. Dean’s POV are written from limited third person. Reader’s POV are second person (like a typical reader insert). Enjoy!…

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Reader’s POV

“Uh…” you said the next morning as you found a strange man in the kitchen. He spun around and you recognized the face. “Sam?”

“Y/N,” he smiled. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“You too,” you said. You walked over and he gave you a hug. “You get in town early for Thanksgiving?”

“Yeah, something like that. Dean said he might be out and to just let myself in,” he said. “Sorry, I thought I had the house to myself.”

“It’s fine,” you said, tugging Dean’s shirt down a little, grateful you at least had put a bralette on underneath. “He took my sister to an appointment. They should be back soon.”

“Cool,” he said as you went to make yourself a cup of coffee. “So um, I actually was going to surprise you guys today with some news. Well, you and Tessa.”

“What’s that?” you asked, grabbing your favorite mug.

“I’m moving back to Lawrence,” he said.

“Really? That’s great. He misses you so much,” you said.

“Yeah. Got a job at the big firm downtown. McKluskey & Associates,” he said.

“I heard really good things about them, at least when I worked at Hawthorne I did.”

“Oh Hawthorne is the worst,” said Sam. “They dump paralegals all the time.”

“Yeah. I was one of them. But I’m doing really good at Dean’s office. I just finished my first certification so I get a little pay bump for that,” you said.

“Nice. I know he loves getting to pop in and see you during the day, even for a minute. You’re very cute in scrubs apparently,” chuckled Sam. “I actually was going to talk to you about this but um, I was going to see if I could move in here for a bit while I look for a place. Is that cool with you? It’s totally okay if you’re not. I get it if you and Dean want your own space.”

“I’d love for you to stay, Sam,” you said with a big smile. “I really would like to get to know Dean’s family, his real family.”

“I’d like to know his new family,” he said. You both turned when you heard the front door open, Tessa giggling.

“I don’t believe you old man.”

“I am thirty one you little shit,” laughed Dean. “I so have been skydiving!”

“He definitely has,” said Sam. Dean poked his head out from the foyer and gave you both a big smile. “Hey De.”

“Sammy! You managed to get those days off work early?” asked Dean. He slipped out of his boots and jacket, quickly walking into the kitchen with a bag in his hands. He set it down on the counter and gave his brother a hug, Sam shrugging. “What?”

“Got that new job. Starts next month. I was wondering if I might still be able to crash here with-”

“Of course,” said Dean, quickly looking at you.

“I already told him it was cool,” you said, Tessa slowly walking inside. She set her starbucks cup down on the counter and got out her breakfast burrito. “Tessa this is Sam. You’ve said hi to him once or twice on the phone.”

“Hi,” she said quietly, looking at Dean.

“Sammy would you mind giving us a real quick second alone?” asked Dean.

“No problem,” he said. He excused himself to the bathroom and you got out your breakfast from the bag, Dean giving Tessa a nod. “Go ahead.”

“I want to see a different therapist,” she said. You sat back and looked at Dean. “If that’s okay.”

“What happened today? I know Dean sat in on your session.”

“I didn’t particularly like some of the comments the doctor made,” said Dean. “Tessa’s eighteen, not five. I think she should start going to a doctor for adults. Tessa’s not been happy with him for awhile she mentioned. I have a colleague from my med school days that specializes in young adults.”

“Tessa why didn’t you tell me you don’t like the doctor.”

“Because you say I have to go no matter what,” she shrugged. “I know there were only a few that we could get covered too.”

“I have a new health plan and we’re definitely going to switch you over to somebody different,” you said.

“Dr. Ketch is good. I used to use him when I was around here,” said Sam, walking back inside. “I was gonna call him up myself, try to get a spot in again.”

“I was thinking of Arthur for Tessa actually,” said Dean.

“Why do you go to therapy?” she asked Sam.

“Lots of reasons,” he said. “Pretty sure everyone in this house has so no need to by shy about it.”

“I’ll call Arthur,” said Dean to you. “It’ll be better for her Y/N.”

“You’re the doctor,” you said. You unwrapped your food and started to eat, Dean digging into his own meal while Sam sucked on some kind of green smoothie.

“Are you like a health freak?” said Tessa with a mouthful of food. Sam sipped some more and shrugged. “Good. He won’t touch my ice cream.”

“Oh I love ice cream,” smirked Sam. “I wouldn’t count on it being safe around me.”

“Are you teasing me?” she asked.

“Am I?” said Sam, slurping his smoothie again. Dean rolled his eyes and whacked the back of Sam’s head. “Ow.”

“She’s tougher than you, Sammy. I’m sure you two will harass each other to death,” said Dean while he ate.

“Mhm,” he hummed as Toast ran in through the doggie door. “You have a dog!”

“Yeah. This is Toast,” said Tessa. She leaned down and unclipped his vest, Toast rushing over and sniffing Sam. “That’s Sam. Don’t let him eat my ice cream.”

Toast barked and Sam looked at her.

“His vest isn’t on. You can pet him,” she said.

Ten minutes later Sam was in the backyard with Toast and Tessa, tossing around a ball and smiling like a little kid.

“Well we won’t have to worry about those two getting along I don’t think,” said Dean as you watched out the back window.

“I wasn’t too concerned. I know her sessions are private but what exactly happened today.”

“We talked a bit about how she feels about me being a part of your lives. She does like me, she cares about me even. But she’s still getting to used to sharing you with someone else. Tessa’s doing fine aside from an uptick in nightmares recently. Her doctor was very negative though. He doesn’t help her reframe things. I’m not a therapist but even I can do a much better job than he was. We talked after on the way to get breakfast and I think it’d be better for her to go to someone that helps her progress more, handle things on her own in healthy ways. Tell me to shove it if I crossed a line but it’s my honest opinion.”

“If Tessa thinks she wants to try a new doctor then I am all for it,” you said. “I’m glad you went with her after last night and everything.”

“She’s your sister...but…”

“I know. You watch her back and I’ll watch Sam’s?” you said. He smiled and nodded. “So I was thinking...you know how we were talking about that taking care of you thing last night?”

“Yes?” he said. “What’d you have in mind?”

“I was wondering if I couldn’t give you a little spa night tonight. A nice bath, massage, a fresh pie…”

“Mmm, that does sound nice,” he said. “But that sounds a bit extravagant.”

“Trust me?” you said. He threw his head back but sighed. “Good boy. You’ll love it. I promise.”

“How was your bath?” you asked that night, Dean’s skin all warm and soft as he laid on his belly in a pair of black boxer briefs in the bedroom.

“Nice. My skin feels all smooth. I should use the tub more often,” he hummed.

“You definitely should. I’m gonna give you a back massage now, okay? I’m gonna use a bit of some special lotion with oil in it,” you said.

“Go for it,” he said into his pillow. You straddled his back and squirted some lotion onto your hands, rubbing it in a bit before you put your hands on his back. You worked him slowly for a few minutes, Dean’s muscles tensed more than you realized. After a while he loosened up and you slid your hands to his lower back, Dean tensing once again.

“You okay? I didn’t hurt anything?” you asked.

“I’m okay. Just don’t take off my underwear,” he said.

“I’m not going to. I’m almost done and then I’ll get your feet,” you said. You leaned forward and kissed his cheek, Dean closing his eyes. He was still for the most part, his feet not too bad and his back was all dry by the time you told him he could roll over. He didn’t move though and you figured he was comfortable where he was.

You washed up your hands in the bathroom, whistling as you came out, the bedroom empty.

“Dean…” you said, the back door open. You stepped outside, Dean standing by the railing and looking at the backyard. “Dean it’s cold out.”

“I need a minute,” he said. You went inside, taking a seat on the bed, Dean coming inside a few moments later. He wouldn’t look in your direction and you took his hand when he crawled back on the bed. “Thank you for the massage. It felt very nice.”

“You’re welcome.”

He moved his hand away and you looked across the room.

Only to have a pair of boxer briefs be dropped in your lap. You turned your head and Dean was laying back on the bed, naked, his face red.

“Dean, what-”

“I’m not going to get over this if I don’t try and I don’t want to be scared of you so...there,” he said. You smiled and laid back, bringing your head over close to his.

“Want me to get naked too?” you asked.

“No. I uh, think he’ll get excited down there and I’m not...ready for that,” he said.

“Okay,” you said, cuddling as close as you dared. You laid an arm over his waist and he eased, his fingers toying with your hair. “Proud of you.”

“You don’t even know what happened.”

“No but somebody hurt you so I know this is hard for you and I’m proud of you for facing your fears.”

“It’s not as bad as you think,” he said. “It was just...judgement free zone?”

“Always,” you said.

“I got stupid. I’d had a little too much. I let...I let the chick I was with tie my hands together, to the headboard at the motel we’d stumbled into. I shouldn’t have done that with a stranger. It was fun at first and everything and then I mentioned...fuck it, I said sometimes I like when a girl sticks a finger up there, like the tip when I’m getting a blowjob and it can feel good, you know?”

“I’ve met guys that like that. Nothing wrong with that,” you said, kissing his arm. He took a deep breath and shut his eyes.

“I told her a tip of a finger. At most.”

“What happened?”

“She stuck a whole lot more than a tip in. Without prep. She didn’t care that I told her to stop. She did what she wanted after that and I was so freaked out and it hurt that I just...laid there until she was done and untied me and I never saw her again.”

“She assaulted you.”

“I did ask her to do it.”

“You asked for a tip of a finger, not whatever she did not to mention you said to stop. I don’t blame you one bit for being scared Dean.”

“I’m not scared of you,” he said. You leaned over and kissed his cheek, nuzzling his shoulder. “I’m just not ready for somebody else to touch me like that yet.”

“That is so okay,” you said. “I got you a little present.”

“I don’t need presents,” he said.

“I think you’ll like it. Stay right there,” he said. You got up and walked over to the closet, slipping inside and pulling out a bag. You carried it out to the bedroom, Dean sitting up on the bed.

“I hope you like it,” you said. You gave him the bag and he unwrapped it, smiling as he took out the new onesie and nice boxer briefs. “They’re supposed to be really soft and comfortable.”

“I love it, Y/N,” he said. “I’m gonna wear this thing like all day tomorrow.”

He took out the boxer briefs and tugged them on, smiling to himself.

“Oh wow, these are great. They’re so soft and comfy,” he said. He ran his hand over his thighs and nodded. “I know I’m okay with you. Give me a little more time is all.”

“Take all the time in the world. I don’t like you cause I want to have sex with you. I mean I do want to but it’s not why I want you,” you said as you sat back down.

“Why do you like me?” he asked. You shrugged and he tucked your hair behind your ear. “Cause I helped you guys out?”

“Because you’re kind...and you understand not being ready to be a parent...and you make me smile for the first time in two years. I missed being happy.”

“Me too,” he said. “I am very much down for a cuddle though.”

“That I can certainly do, Winchester.”

“Tessa…” you said as she was pulling on her boots by the front door the next afternoon. “Did you finish your history paper?”

“Yes,” she groaned. She put on her jacket and grabbed her purse. “Can I go? Hailey’s waiting.”

“Home by seven at the latest,” you said. “You have school in the morning.”

“I know,” she said, hooking up Toast into his vest and leash. “Later!”

“Have fun,” you said. She waved and took off with Toast, nearly knocking Sam off his feet as he came inside. “Careful, Tess.”

“Sorry, Sam,” she said, taking off with Toast outside.

“No problem,” he said. You sighed and he chuckled, kicking off his sneakers. “That Tessa’s friend? Expensive car for a high schooler.”

“Hailey’s dad owns a string of car dealerships. Plus her mom’s a doctor so they’re kinda rolling in it,” you said.

“True. I’m in the market for something new myself. You’ll have to give me the name,” said Sam, padding into the kitchen for a drink.

“Anytime. We always got a friends and family discount. Maybe we can sneak that in for you,” you said. “By the way, what happened to Dean? I thought he was working out with you in the garage.”

“I think I went a little too hard for him,” chuckled Sam. “He was laying on the floor last I checked.”

“Try not to kill my boyfriend, Sam,” you said with a smile.

“I’ll do my best,” he said. “I was gonna apartment hunt this afternoon if you’re interested.”

“Why don’t you stay here a little longer?” you asked. “If you want.”

“I don’t want to get in your and Dean’s way. You moved in not long ago yourself. I’m sure you guys want your space.”

“We have a barely eighteen year old living with us that’s gonna be here for a long time. Space isn’t really an issue,” you said. “And that was...we needed to get out of our old house. You’re so not in the way.”

“I’ll hold off for a bit then,” said Sam with a nod. You smiled and went out to the garage, Dean laying on the floor with his eyes shut.

“You alive there?” you said as you squatted down and poked him.

“I am never, never, never, working out with that psychopath again,” he said. He peeled open an eye and you ruffled his sweaty hair.

“Well I think Sam’s gonna stay here for awhile so you may have to suffer some more,” you said.

“Really? Good. I’d like him to stay. I think he was concerned about getting in your guys way though.”

“We can share,” you said, wiping your wet hand on his shirt. “Plus you’re extra hot all sweaty like that.”

“Am I now?” he smirked.

“Yes. Sweat is how you cool off so you must be extra hot. I thought you were a doctor, Dean,” you teased. He rolled his eyes and ran his hand over his face, wiping it on your arm. “Gross!”

“If I had the energy I’d give you a noogie,” he said. He sat up and leaned forward, stretching himself out. “I didn’t realize I was out of shape.”

“You’re really not. Sam’s a skinny little rail and all muscle that’s into running and that high intensity stuff. I bet you can bench press more than Sam any day,” you said.

“Yeah but he’s still pretty healthy. I am a doctor. I ought to practice what I preach.”

“Dean. You’re healthy and hot. I mean, work out with Sam if you want but don’t cause you think you have to, you know?”

“I know,” he said.

“Why don’t you do yoga with me tomorrow?” you asked. “It’s more fun than you think.”

“Sure,” he said as you helped him sit up. “I was thinking maybe once I’m not all sweaty I could…”

You both turned your heads as you heard a dog howling loudly. Your stomach dropped as Dean quickly got to his feet. He walked out of the garage and to the end of the driveway before he took off running.

“Call an ambulance!” he shouted back. You ran inside and looked for your phone, Sam watching you run around.

“Are you-”

“Sam give me your phone!” you shouted back. He took his from his pocket and tossed it at you, before you were rushing out to the garage. You jogged outside and to the end of the driveway, Sam already running down the street along with a few other people that were outside to the two cars that were smashed together a few blocks down.

You sprinted down, the voice on the other end of the phone saying help was already on the way.

“Tessa,” you said as you got up to the accident, Dean sitting with her and Hailey on the side of the road. She was crying hard, Dean holding onto her but he gave you a smile.

“She’s okay. Few bumps,” he said. You became aware of the dog whimpering and turned around, Sam helping get Toast out of the backseat. He was hurt, badly from the looks of it. “Y/N. Take Tessa and I’d call Hailey’s parents too. Tell the paramedics and any doctors she sees about the previous accident, medications, the seizures, all of that, okay?”

“Okay,” you said as you sat and he stood. “Where-”

“I got my own patient,” he said as he took off his shirt. He tossed it to Sam who started using it to put pressure on one of Toast’s injuries. “Sammy, I’ll grab the car.”

The guys headed back towards home, Tessa burrowing her face in your shoulder.

“Toast is gonna die,” she said, wrapping her arms around you.

“Sh,” you said, holding her close. “The boys are gonna do their best to get him help, okay? Don’t worry about it. Hailey, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she said, holding her wrist with her other hand. “It wasn’t my fault, I swear, Y/N.”

“That’s debatable,” mumbled Tessa. You hugged her and glanced over to the man sitting on the other side of the street, some people over with him.

“It’s okay. We’ll make sure you guys are okay and everything, I promise.”

Dean’s POV

“How’s he doing?” asked Dean as they got stuck in traffic. Toast was still howling and whimpering in Sam’s arms in the backseat when Dean checked his mirrors. “Fuck it.”

“Dean,” said Sam as Dean pulled onto the shoulder and drove up to the light, taking a right on the red and speeding down the road.

“It’s fine. Vet is right around the corner.”

Two Hours Later

“Mr. Winchester,” said the nurse, popping into the waiting room. Dean and Sam both got up and followed him through a pair of doors into the back of the office where a doctor in scrubs was walking out of another room.

“We can’t save the leg,” said the doctor. “It’s shattered, muscle’s been shredded, veins are-”

“Is Toast gonna live though?” asked Dean.

“He should. He is banged up pretty good but no signs of major damage aside from his leg. We’ll amputate and get him on meds. If he does well he can go home tomorrow.”

“That’s great,” said Sam.

“You want to go through with the amputation then?” they asked.

“Of course,” said Dean.

“The bill is going to be around four thousand for the procedure,” the doctor said. She waited and Dean stared at her, blinking slowly.

“I don’t care how much money it is. Fix my dog,” said Dean. The doctor went back inside while Dean got a bill for the service, Sam pursing his lips when Dean returned.

“Y/N’s gonna want to pay that.”

“Y/N ain’t gonna know about it,” said Dean, shoving his wallet back into his pocket.

“Dean.”

“Her sister was just in another car accident, Sam. She’s freaking the fuck out right now I’m sure. Besides, Toast is a living creature. He’s their family and he’s starting to be mine too. Can you imagine if I had to ask my patient’s families if they wanted to go through with life saving treatment cause it’s expensive? I put it on an installment plan. I won’t even notice.”

“Does Y/N’s insurance cover it?”

“Not something like this. If it was your dog I’d be doing the same thing,” said Dean. “Toast is gonna be alright and that’s all that matters so don’t say a word about this to either one of them.”

“Can he still help Tessa? With a leg gone?”

“I don’t know if he’ll meet the legal requirements of a service dog or not after this but that dog loves her. He’s still gonna watch her back, maybe a bit slower now is all. Y/N and Tessa are gonna have to decide if they want to get another one or not. She’s been going close to a year with no seizures though.”

“That’s really good, isn’t it?” asked Sam.

“Yeah. It doesn’t mean she won’t ever have one again but it means she’s doing good. Toast could probably handle things fine on his own, depends on what they’re comfortable with.”

“That kid’s pretty tough.”

“I know she is. She reminds me of you a lot.”

“Y/N reminds me of you. Except nicer,” chuckled Sam.

“I wasn’t your maid. You could pick up after yourself,” said Dean, leaning back in his chair. “They’re miles ahead of where we were.”

“She know we knew her dad?”

“Yeah. She knows he helped but not the extent of things.”

“Ever think it’s funny, you ending up with the her of all people?”

“No actually. Our families seem to fit together is all,” said Dean.

“I can second that,” said Sam, Dean’s stomach rumbling. “I’m gonna go grab some food for us. Call if anything happens.”

“Will do, Sammy.”

Reader’s POV

“Hey,” you said later that night, the guys returning home. Tessa popped up from the couch, rushing over. She teared up when she saw no Toast and Dean shushed her.

“There’s good and bad news. Good news, Toast is gonna pull through,” he said. She sniffled and looked to Sam then back at him. “Bad news...he lost a leg. He won’t be able to be a true service dog anymore.”

“I don’t care. Where is he? When can I-”

“He’s recovering from his surgery. The vet said it’d be a few days before he can come home. Tomorrow night at the earliest,” said Sam. “Maybe we can see him tomorrow after school?”

“Tessa’s staying home tomorrow but we’ll definitely get you over to see him,” you said.

“Good. You need to stay home and rest, Tess,” said Dean.

“The hospital didn’t even take me. I got a few bruises,” she said. Dean crossed his arms and Tessa rolled her eyes. “I wanna go see Toast.”

“Toast is resting and I don’t speak dog but you are the most important thing in his life and I know he wants you to rest too,” said Dean.

“But I’m fine.”

“Come here,” he said. He grabbed her arm and ducked outside, talking to her on the front porch as Sam ran his hand through his hair.

“Which leg?” you asked. “Toast.”

“His front left one. He’s got some stitches on his body. He’ll be okay.”

“She still needs a service dog,” you said.

“We’ll deal with it tomorrow. I’ll keep an close eye on her until we figure something out,” said Sam.

“Don’t know what we’d do without you boys,” you said. You shut your eyes and he gave you a hug. The door opened, Dean and Tessa returning inside. You glanced over to him but he just smiled. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Just had a little talk,” said Dean. “Now off to bed and turn off your alarm. No school tomorrow, okay?”

“Night,” she said. She jogged upstairs and you heard her door shut softly, Dean taking a deep breath. He took a seat on the couch and closed his eyes.

“She alright?” you asked, taking a seat next to him.

“Yeah. I just...put things in a different perspective for her. Your perspective. She’s gonna go a little slower for the next few weeks. Toast is gonna need her to look out for him until he gets used to things.”

“I know she didn’t have a concussion or anything and it’s been a while since she’s had a seizure,” you said. He smiled as Sam went to the kitchen, returning with three beers. “Thanks.”

“No problem. They wouldn’t have let you guys come home if she wasn’t cool, right?” asked Sam.

“Let’s just watch her carefully for the time being. She might not need a service dog but she’s only going to get more independent and a year from now she’ll be in college and she’s gonna be on her own more. I told her she’s gotta think about that,” said Dean.

“Is that boyfriend Dean or doctor Dean talking?” you asked.

“It’s I care about my girlfriend’s little sister Dean,” he said. “Trust me. If I had doubts, I’d be calling for her to get a service dog lined up tonight. I think it’s a peace of mind thing right now. She can change her mind later if she wants.”

“It’d give me peace of mind,” you said.

“Yeah but take it from someone who was the younger sibling, let her choose if she wants it or not,” said Sam.

“Alright. Maybe...maybe Toast can get a prosthetic and still go places with her at least,” you said. “Or maybe he’ll be okay on just the three legs. Just slower.”

“I think she’s much more open to that,” said Dean. You nodded and sipped your beer, taking a deep breath. He threw his arm over your shoulder and tucked you into his side, kissing the top of your head. “She’s a tough kid and Toast is a tough dog. They’ll be okay.”

“She deserves a break,” you said.

“You both do. It’ll turn out alright, sweetheart. I promise.”

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A/N: Read Part 6 here!

#supernatural #spn #dean x reader #doctor!dean #au!dean x reader #dean winchester #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean #winchester #dean spn #spn reader insert #supernatural reader insert #doctor!dean x reader

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deancodedcastielenby · 3 years

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It started out with a XX

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

I am putting Tags first so I don’t forget like the horrible trash panda I am: @casmick-consequences , @proudcasgirl , & @paintdriesfaster You have asked to be tagged, or for Casmick you are the reason this is here. The Date Continues This is 100% unbeta’d and I am litterally on my work computer writing in between phone calls so. I apologize for any spelling errors or punctuation since I am a trash panda. XX love you all, enjoy

Castiel is under the impression that Mick Davies is an interesting human. The man seems charmed by many of the words that Castiel uses, and has no problems showing his obvious interest. There have been other humans in his time in this vessel that have shown a reaction to his person, and now that this body is his and no longer Jimmy’s it is an interesting notion that he would be coveted carnally from anyone. Still, Mick is interesting and the conversation that he engages in with Castiel over a shared dinner have kept Castiel enthralled at least. The dinner was odd, it still tasted like molecules, but Mick made a point to have him try a bite or two of everything and explain how he found the flavors.

The white sauce on the noodles, for example, Castiel knew was called Alfredo sauce, but Mick described it much better before he had Castiel try a bite off his fork. There was flavor that he hadn’t expected, on top of the molecules, but perhaps being described before eating was the difference. No one had ever thought to try that before. The breaded mushrooms were an odd texture that Castiel was not sure that he liked, but Mick did say that sometimes the dipping sauces made them better, and the sweet dessert was delicious, and tasted faintly of coffee. That was a beverage he missed from being human.

As far as humans go, Mick was charming and rather handsome, though at this point Castiel realized he had a type. Claire had pointed it out when he described Mick to her before the date. His eyes may not be the right shade of green that he prefers, but they are quite beautiful none the less. In fairness Mick had also dressed up for the occasion and was wearing an outfit similar to his own, though he was wearing brown. That was a brown slacks and waistcoat over a light blue shirt and a matching brown blazer. The overall effect was very charming, and very appealing. Castiel had on occasion browsed through different magazines and had seen similar outfits on different models, so he assumed it was a fashion thing, but Mick was able to pull it off nicely. Of course there was a few glasses of wine with dinner, and Castiel was able to sip them carefully during conversation. It was true he had a rather high tolerance for alcohol, so it wasn’t that he needed to, but he had tried to keep pace with Mick to make sure that he blended in. Over all Castiel would say that the date was a success. Many times throughout the conversation he was able to pick up on the different flirtations that Mick was sending his way, and apparently he was sending back. Once or twice he was able to say something that made Mick laugh loudly and give him a wide smile that made his face mirror one in return. To say that dinner was pleasant would be an understatement. After dinner Mick asked if he would like to take a walk and continue their conversation. It was getting darker outside, but still there was plenty of light with the street lamps and there was such a quaint little park they could walk around. It was simple to agree, and so they left hand in hand after Mick paid for their meal. “I insist Castiel, honestly it was mostly my meal anyway.” That was another strange feeling, being hand in hand with Mick. There was a brief moment where he remembered Daphne, she would hold his hand sometimes when they were out and about, but he never had this strange intimacy with another person after his memories came back. The hand in his own was not a dainty one, it was on the larger side with blunt fingers and the cool metal of a ring on his pinky finger. Over all he experience was new. At one point Mick had released his hand, and of course Castiel frowned when he missed it immediately, only to have him slip Castiel’s hand in the crook of his elbow and seemingly step closer. “I am honestly surprised that you came out with me this evening.” They were on their second loop of the small park, their gait was slow and measured to eat up more time. Almost as if neither one was quite ready for the evening to end. “It seemed as though you were very much in the Winchester’s pockets and that they did not like me very much.” “They do have a negative disposition to the British Men of Letters, Arthur Ketch left a rather bad taste in their mouths and I do not blame them for that, however they are not my keepers and I am free to make opinions on other humans.” Ever the peace keeper, or so it seemed, Castiel tried for a neutral ground. That was until Mick barked out a bit of a laugh.

“I would suppose so, though not all of us Brits are quite like Ketch. I am hoping you would have a better opinion of me after our date. Perhaps I should inquire as to another?” It seemed the man was looking at Castiel out of the corner of his eye, which was odd, but it only took a moment to realize that he was asking Castiel out on another outing. This was courting wasn’t it? The odd human custom?

“I would not be against another outing, though I had thought you were to return to England soon.” The words were out before Castiel could reel them back, but they were true none the less. Mick did not know that Castiel could travel to England with just a thought, so it wasn’t that the distance was a problem. Castiel would just like to know where he stood, it was so hard to gage with Dean where exactly things lay between them when Dean was in denial and never spoke. Perhaps this was Castiel’s way of making sure that whatever this was with Mick, it was different. “I will have to return home eventually of course, but I would very much enjoy spending time with you whilst I can. Your conversation skills are spectacular, it is rather hard to have meaningful conversations about things anymore, and you are quite a sight to look at as well so that is a bonus for me.” These words were said with a smile and a pat to Castiel’s shoulder, “I am aware that our engagement here is limited, not just by time. I have eyes, I know I am not your first choice and that is fine with me, honestly. I just think that while I am here, I can show you what a relationship should be like, so that you know.” Stopping their circle of the park, they were in a bit of shadow of a corpse of trees but they could still see the stars if they were to look up. They didn’t. “I will not take advantage of you, or your kindness. I want us to be open and honest with each other, so that when I do have to return to England, we could still walk away as friends and you can come to me with anything. Though right now, I would very much like to kiss you if you would be amenable?” The words were honest and open, much like the expression that Mick was wearing. Mick wanted a relationship, in what ever capacity that he could while he was here that could translate to a great friendship when he left, and honestly what did Castiel have to loose? The want to experience something good and meaningful after watching the one he wanted jump into bed with countless others.... “I am amenable.” The response was gruff and quiet, almost an afterthought, though Mick had heard it if the wide smile on his face was anything to go by. Oh so gently one of Mick’s hands cupped the side of Castiel’s head and guided their lips together in a sweet and soft touch. The kiss itself was chaste, but it seemed to cause an ache somewhere in the pit of Castiel’s stomach. It was genuine intimacy and affection, something he never knew he honestly needed, but with the gentle press of lips it was something that he was honestly going to crave. After a moment or two of soft pressure Mick pulled back to gage the reaction on the angel’s face. “Well, no fireworks which is a shame, but I can live with that.” A slightly cocky smile lit the side of his mouth, “Unless you’d like another?” “I always expected that kisses would be... more than just a press of lips.” It wasn’t that Castiel hadn’t experienced kisses, because he had on a few occasions, namely with women. Though the thought made him tilt his head slightly and squint in confusion.

“Ah, you were expecting more passion and enthusiasm perhaps? What kind of Brit do you take me for, a savage? This is a first date after all, need to keep you on your toes and coming back for a second one.” There was something akin to mischief in Mick’s eyes before he laughed, “well I suppose one more couldn’t hurt.” With that he did pull Castiel’s head down once again to meet his lips, this time with a bit more of a firmer touch. The scrape of stubble against his skin was a bit firmer now, and he could actually feel it. After some maneuvering to fit their lips just so, a hint of a tongue pressed against the seam of the angel’s lips and he opened to the onslaught of Mick’s rather talented tongue.

Unsure of exactly how long they stood there, in the slight shadow of the trees kissing quite like teenagers, they broke apart. A soft flush to Mick’s features made him more endearing in a way as he seemed to shiver and attempt to take a step back. It was a strange sensation feeling Mick release him, as it seemed that the hand that was not tangled into his hair had found his hip, not that he had noticed at the time. “Well now, that was... something else. Shall I return you home then Cinderella? Or is there a night in shining muscle around here somewhere waiting to whisk you away?” “I do know how to drive.” Something about the way that Mick said the words was unsettling, though Dean did tell him to call when he was ready to be picked up. Castiel was an angel of the lord and he could take care of himself.

“Of course you do, I never said you couldn’t. Perhaps you could walk me to my car then?” Mick gave a soft chuff and a slight bow of an apology holding out his elbow again. Castiel missed that strange closeness so he nodded and tucked his hand into the crook and walked Mick back to the restaurant and to his car. Luckily he did not see the Impala anywhere on their walk, and Castiel indulged Mick with another kiss at the car before watching him climb inside. “Do let me know when you are free for another Date.” Mick said after yet another soft press of lips before driving off and down the street. It was a few moments before Castiel moved and headed back to the park, keeping himself invisible from any kind of eyes until he was standing where he and Mick had been only a little while before. Pulling out his phone he sent off a text to Dean, letting him know that he was not going to need a ride home, nor would he be back that evening. There was far too much for the angel to think about at that moment, and far to much for him to replay to even attempt to be near Dean right now. Instead he found himself sitting on a bench in that park, staring at the emptiness of the night, not getting a reply from Dean at all, but that was fine. The hunter had probably fallen asleep anyway, it was better for him to get the rest than worry about Castiel.

#okay so it was shorter than I wanted it but full of fun #Casmick #cas x mick #long con still? who knows #date night #supernatural #Castiel #Mick Davies #just for fun #it started out with a XX

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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 3 years

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Emergency! Part 5

Part 5 – Rattlesnake

Summary: A rollover crash has multiple squads responding to rescue, clean up and investigate the cause. During clean up Dean is bitten by a rattlesnake. An earthquake strikes, being the largest L.A has ever experienced since the 90’s. And the reader, was out shopping when it happened, trapping her under debris. Jack’s father is at Rampart for an operation, staff, and squad 51 learn of how toxic of a Father Lucifer is.

Warnings: Scary Situations, Suspense, implied Smut, Fluff, Brief toxic parent angst, long one full of suspense and action!

Word Count: 4,233

Square: Girls Night (There is a girls night in here, and I’m using it to fill my square for @supernatural-jackles Tell me a story bingo)

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a/n: this takes place a year or so after Virus. This story is going to be a long one.

“Would it be a miracle that people were actually careful and safe?” Gabe says, walking into the stations kitchen.

“One could only dream.” Cas says.

“Who’s turn is it for making lunch?”

“It’s either the father or the son.” Michael says.

“It’s my turn for lunch nimrod.” Dean says, playfully getting Gabe in playful chock hold while rubbing his knocks on his head.

Gabe struggles to get out of the Winchester’s grip.

Dean let go with little protest.

“He’s the one that did the father and son crack.” Gabe whined.

“Yeah but Dean knows not to mess with me.”

“You are just as bad as Sam with the pranks.”

“How is little bro by the way?” Gabe asks.

“He’s good, won his first case at a firm downtown. Can’t remember the name of it. And he and Jess are actually getting married by the end of this year.”

“Oh it’s about time that kid popped the question.” Michael says.

“Yeah, he and Jess are coming down for Thanksgiving, they’ll meet Y/N…”

“Have you ever met Y/N’s family yet?”

“She doesn’t talk about her family much. I don’t push her if she’s not comfortable with it.”

The stations alarm goes off.

“Station 51, rollover accident…” The dispatcher giving the location as the station jumped into action.

They got to the location, on the winding dirt road in the mountains outside of LA. Seeing the car that rolled over the guard rail and down the slope.

“What do we got?” John asked the other station that responded.

The captain wearing a big white 20 on his helmet.

“Rollover, driver’s unconscious and we don’t know his condition.”

“I’ll send my paramedics on it.”

Dean and Cas getting their supplies and rushing to the car.

They recorded his vitals on their notepads.

“Cas go relay it to Rampart, I’ll stay here with him.”

“Got it.”

“Rampart squad 51. Rampart this is squad five one.”

Bobby happened to be by the radio.

“Go ahead 51.”

“Rampart, we have a rollover accident, the victim is trapped in the car. Vitals are, BP 120 over 79, pulse rate 78. Pupils dilated and sluggish.”

“Can you get the victim out without using the jaws?”

“Negative Rampart, driver side door is jammed.”

“Then start an IV, just have some normal saline to keep him hydrated. Can’t risk a head injury going unnoticed. Follow protocol, and we’ll be waiting for you.”

“10-4 Rampart.”

A little over a half hour passed and they managed to get the victim out of the car and in an ambulance and is on the way to the hospital.

Cas and Dean were packing up the squad.

“Shit, forgot the drug box by the car, I’ll be right back.” Dean says.

“’kay.”

Dean jogged down the hill to the car to pick up the drug box when he heard a rattle.

His heart sank.

Where was it?

It wasn’t until he saw the danger noodle jump at the moment he picked up the drug box, biting down on his arm. Then latching on.

Dean managed to calmly grab the snake by the head, forcing it’s mouth open. Getting it to release him and he threw the snake far.

He grabbed his radio.

“Station 51, it’s Dean. I just got bit by a rattlesnake.”

He quickly worked his belt off his waist to make himself a tourniquet.

“Gabe, Kevin, get down there now!” John ordered.

They hurried down the hill to Dean’s aid.

Earlier that day…

“Alright that’s the last of them.” Y/N says to herself as she got all settled in Dean’s house.

They had just recently took things to the next level and she has moved in with him. She was off work taking the time to finish settling in. But Dean’s 24 hour shift just started, so Dean was away at work, saving people.

“Now, a girls night…er, day.” She says, knowing who to call to hang out with for the day.

She pulls out her phone, calling up a few girls she knows and knows they’re off.

“Hey Donna, you up for a girls night?”

“Oh hell ya girlfriend, who’s all gonna be there?”

“Well, you, me, Rowena the overnight RN, Jody. I want to invite Charlie, a friend of Dean’s but I think she’s working.”

“Girl, I can’t wait! You want me to meet you at your place or Dean’s?”

“I just finished moving in with Dean, I’m at Dean’s. You can meet me at Dean’s.” She explained.

“Oh, ho-ho-ho, girl, we need to catch up!”

The girl was full of energy and Y/N could feel it through the phone.

“Yes we do, see you here in a few, and I’ll call the others.” She says, hanging up.

The doorbell rang hours later calling the girls. She opens the door.

“Hi!” Donna cheers, holding two cases of beer.

“You know how to party, Charlie’s off today she’s on her way with some wine as well.” Y/N says letting her in. Closing the door behind her.

“Oh, I like her already.”

“Jody got caught up with a Drunk Driver and won’t make it. But Rowena is coming so it’s just us four.”

“Still a good girls night, so what else are we doing tonight?”

“Probably catch up a bit, binge some Netflix shows. The Witcher season 2 is coming out soon and I want to rewatch that.”

“Oh, Geralt can hunt me down any day.”

“You do realize the man is hundreds of years old?”

“Yeah, but Henry Cavil isn’t.” she winks.

Y/N rolls her eyes with a giggle.

The doorbell rang shortly after revealing Rowena. And moments later, Charlie.

“You two are so going to get married.” Donna says, downing her second bottle of beer.

“He really is, really sweet, kind and the perfect kind of guy for me. He knows my schedule. And I know his. We both were scared the hours of our work would mess things up. But with how many times the man gets hurt on the job while I’m working I am always assuming he’s purposely getting hurt just so he can see me at work.”

Charlie giggling. “I see that being a thing he does.”

Rowena sipping away at the red wine Charlie brought.

“Ro, how are things with you girl?” Y/N asked.

“Oh, you know. Saving people, taking names…”

“She’s in love.” Donna deadpans.

Rowena rolls her eyes with a smirk.

Y/N gasps. “What’s his name?”

“His name is Arthur Ketch, he the neurologist up on Fourth Floor. He works under Singer.”

“Oh I know of him, I mean, Bobby is planning on retiring and isn’t Ketch supposed to take his place?”

Rowena nods with a hum. Still having a playful smirk on her face.

“Oh you are so in love with him.” Y/N says with a smile.

“He may have taken me out on a date a few days ago and we have another date tomorrow night.”

“Ro, I’m so happy for you!”

“Thank you sweetie, and I’m happy for you and Dean, don’t let that one go darling.”

“I don’t see that happening, just as long he stays safe on a job. I’m worried of him getting seriously hurt on the job. I mean that virus a year ago, that really scared me. I thought I was gonna lose him.”

The girls nod, understanding.

“Anyone up for some hot guys and monsters!” Donna says, entering the room with a glass generously full of red wine.

“Girl, you’re gonna regret the headache the next day.”

“I’m off work tomorrow, so if I get a migraine I’m good!” she says chuckling.

The girls rolling their eyes at their friend.

“Rowena, would you be able to drive her home?”

“Yes, she’s at least on the way home for me.”

“Thank you, last thing I want is to give poor Jody another drunk to worry about.”

“At least I’m the fun kind of drunk.” Donna says, getting the Witcher on Y/N’s TV screen.

“Ro, drive safe!”

“Will do sweetie, have a good rest of your night!” Rowena says, escorting a silly drunk Donna to her car.

“I’ll drive her car home tomorrow.” Y/N offers.

“Will do darling, goodnight!”

“Night!”

“Y/N that was the most fun I’ve had, never thought of you to be the nerdy type.”

“Oh, I’m a nerd in disguise if anything.” Y/N winks.

“Ugh, why are you straight!”

“Not sure.”

Y/N’s pocket happens to vibrate at that moment.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?” Hearing Dr. Kline’s voice on the other end.

“What’s up Jack?”

“It’s Dean, he’s been bit by a rattlesnake, he’s on his way in on the top of Engine 51.”

“I’m on my way.” Y/N says, not hesitating grabbing her keys to her car. Hanging up the phone quickly from him.

“I’m going with you sweetie.” Charlie says, following y/n to her car.

Turning the keys she turns on her emergency flashers and speeds her way to Rampart hospital.

“Engine 51, what are the patients vitals?” Jack asks.

Dean, takes his own pulse, his own blood pressure. All while Cas drove the squad ahead of the engine.

“Pulse rate, 95. O2 Sat, 98, Respiration 18, BP 120 over 65.”

“Dispatch relay to Engine 51 to start IV using Ringers Lactate.” Jack asks.

“Engine 51, Rampart advises start IV using Ringers Lactate.”

“10-4” Gabe says over the radio.

Dean having heard the radio begins the process to start an IV.

“There goes Engine 51!” Charlie shouts, while Y/N sat at the red light. Seeing the engine tear through the intersection.

Her light happened to turn green for her.

“Hold on.” Y/N says. As she starts pressing on the gas pedal slowly pushing it to the floor. Her tires squealing.

Gabe looked up hearing tires. Looking over the edge, he sees a familiar car.

“Oh shit, his girl is right behind us.” He says.

Dean chuckled. “And I’m the worry wort.”

“Engine 51, Rampart is requesting an update.”

“Relay to Rampart, patient is starting to experience numbness around the mouth, and he’s drowsy.” Dean says on the radio.

“Engine 51 you’re breaking up, please repeat.”

John grabbed the radio.

“Relay to Rampart, Patient is started to experience numbness around the mouth and he’s drowsy.”

“Roger that.” Dispatch says.

“Venom sounded like it hit a vein.” Jack says.

“Y/N’s gonna be so worried.” Meg says. Standing next to Bobby and Jack at the nurses station.

The squad, the engine pulled into the emergency entrance. Y/N pulled into the parking lot near the emergency entrance, finding a spot quickly. She quickly parked it, turned off the car. Jumping out, locking the car. Charlie staying close to her.

Meg stayed by the door, waiting for Y/N and Charlie.

“How’s he doing so far?” Y/N asked.

“We started a skin test with the antivenom. Hopefully he doesn’t have a reaction, that way we can start treatment right away.” Jack says.

“How long do we have to wait?” Y/N asked.

“20 Minutes.”

Y/N and the rest of the members of station 51 nodded, understanding.

“Let’s go wait guys.” Charlie suggested.

Everyone left the room, trying to keep their hopes high despite their shoulders slumped.

As the night came to a close, and he didn’t have a reaction to the antivenom skin test and he has been laying, sound asleep in his room as the antivenom worked it’s magic on him.

Y/N laid in his bed with him, curled into his side. Her head on his chest, listening to the calming rhythm of Dean’s heartbeat.

Dean began to stir awake, feeling a warmth at his side. Waking up a bit more he sees his favorite girl in his life laying at his side.

His arm came up around her, holding her close. Placing a loving sweet kiss atop her head as he fell back asleep, letting the rest and medicine work it’s magic on him.

The next day…

Y/N arrived on time to the hospital to pick up Dean, filling out his discharge papers another patient was being brought in.

“Who’s that?” Dean asks.

“Jack’s dad, he never talks about him.”

“Why is that?”

Jack happened behind them.

“I was adopted, he gave me up when I was, like 5.”

“Jackie, son how are you?” the man asks from the bed.

“You don’t call me son.”

“Since when can a father—”

“You may be my father by blood. But not a true father.”

“What did you expect me to hold your hand? Kiss your booboo’s when you got hurt like some sort of pansy?”

“Oh now I see why.” Dean mutters in Y/N’s ear.

“How long is he gonna be here anyway?” Jack asks the medics that brought him in.

“His cardiologist what’s him to have a pacemaker in today. So he’s gonna be here for a bit.”

Jack groans under his breath.

“I’ll hand him over to someone else?”

“Why do you suck ass?” His father asks.

“Okay, listen here dude.” Y/N steps in.

“Y/N, please—” Jack says.

“No, you can either treat the staff of Rampart emergency with respect or we can and will kick you out for your hostility.” She says.

He shrunk in his bed.

“Will you be on your best behavior or will I have to send you to a different hospital?” she asks.

“I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“Good. And if I hear your antagonizing him, or any more of our staff we will transfer you. And you won’t be welcome here again.”

“Understood.”

“Good.” She says, storming out of the hospital.

“Don’t piss her off, can anyone remind of that?” Dean asks jokingly as he follows her out.

Later on that day…

“Dean, babe, I’m gonna go do some arrands really quick.”

“Alright be safe sweetheart.”

She goes to the living room, where he sat watching Netflix, giving him a quick kiss on his lips. But Dean quickly places a hand on her cheek deepening the kiss. Clearly wanting more.

“Babe, maybe tonight. But I need to head out to stay ahead of traffic.”

“Fine, drive safe baby.”

“Always do!”

“Says the crazy girlfriend chasing a fire engine!”

“I’m not that crazy!” She laughed.

Dean chuckled as he heard her laugh, closing the door behind her.

She pushed her cart around Target getting not only food, but some cute lingerie for that night. Even grabbing Dean something from Spencer’s for them to try in bed later.

She felt the ground tremble slightly. The hairs on her arms stood up on end.

“No not now.” She mutters.

Without warning, the ground shook violently, taking her and other shoppers to the floor. The power going out, items being thrown on the floor. The lights swinging wildly, ceiling tiles falling. They were having a bad earthquake. And she was smacked in the middle of LA, in a multilevel mall.

Meanwhile Dean back at home had just turned off the oven having cooked himself some pizza for lunch after noticing Y/N having ate already.

He heart he windows vibrate, feeling the ground tremble slightly. He stood in the kitchen still yet alert.

When the ground gave way again to another violent shake, but only enough to cause their dishes to fall off the countertop, the cupboard doors swinging open and closed. The TV rocking back and forth on the stand. Dean dived to the table to get under it, and wait it out.

Meanwhile back at Target, screaming shoppers can be heard throughout more than just Target.

Once the shaking had calmed down, she knew they had to get out immediately.

She quickly pulled out her phone. Seeing the alert had gone off.

An 7.5 earthquake.

“How big was that?” someone asks.

“I don’t know but that was big!” someone else shouts.

“My phone says 7.5, it was big enough.” Y/N shouts.

“Oh god, we’re dead!”

“Okay, Okay, don’t panic, we just have to get out of here before the aftershocks kick in.” Y/N suggests.

“Where can we go, we’re on the top floor!”

“At one part of the mall this is the ground floor, we just have to find another one of the exits. Avoid the escalators, we have to get out before the floor collapses on us.” She explains.

“I’m with her.”

“Oh my god! Someone help me!”

Bring on the victims. She thought.

“I’m a nurse, what’s wrong!” Y/N shouts.

“It’s my husband, he’s bleeding!”

She ran to the panicked woman.

“Where at?” she asks.

“His leg, a shard of glass from the wine cut him.”

She examines his leg.

“Do you have a belt sir?”

He nods.

“Let’s get it off of you and make a tourniquet.” She says.

Y/N helps him get his belt off and works on tying it above the cut on his leg. Not too tight but tight enough.

“Okay, do you got him?” she asks the man’s wife.

“Yes, but where---”

“I came in from the ground level entrance, it’s a ways north, we just go this way.” She pointed out.

“You make it sound so easy, how are you so calm?”

“I’m an emergency nurse at Rampart.”

“You’re so amazing, thank you, thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome, now lets get out of here.”

“Alright everyone, you can follow me, the ground level entrance is this way.” Y/N shouts.

And she began leading the herd.

“Do you hear that?” Someone asked in the Food quart.

“Oh shit, they didn’t turn off the gas.” Y/N muttered.

“GET AWAY FROM THE FOOD QUART!” She shouts.

Just as the people ran in a panic out of the doors near the food quart leading to one of the parking lots out on the ground level, an explosion of fire broke out in a couple of the restaurants in the food quart.

“We’re dead!” a number of people shouted.

“We’ll get out of this, just stay calm and follow me!” Y/N encouraged. As she and everyone behind her, around her, all shielded themselves from the fire.

Dean, in his car sped his way to station 51.

“It’s all hands on deck, there’s fires everywhere.” John says as Dean entered the station.

“Y/N’s at the mall.”

“Which one?”

“The one off of Center Pointe.”

“Shit, that’s one of our calls. Get suited up, and lets go.”

As the alarm goes off in the station, Dean hurries to the squad, grabbing his fireman’s bottoms and coat.

“I got your boots and mine, lets go!” Cas says, getting in the passenger.

Dean not wasting anytime, turns on the squad and follows the engine out of the station, speeding towards the shopping center.

“Are we there yet?” a little girl asks.

“Almost there sweetheart, we just have to---”

“Wait!” someone pulls Y/N back.

Y/N grabbing the man’s arm noticing a drop.

“The floor caved in…shit, that’s what I was worried about.”

“Oh, now what!?”

She looked around, finding another way through the store down below.

“Look there’s an exit down there.”

“But it leads to the underground parking.”

“Still it’s a way out, just wait here then, there’s an incline here, I’ll just climb down and see how far the exit is from the underground parking.” Y/N says, determined to get these people out and out alive.

Sliding down the concrete ramp, she jogs through the store, climbing through a fissure in the wall, seeing the garage not perfect but from where she was there was a path closest to the building leading out to daylight.

She hurries back to the scared people.

“There’s a straightforward path outside from here, come on, if we hurry---”

The ground began to shake, throwing her off balance.

“Oh no it’s an aftershock!” someone shouted.

The engine managed to get to the shopping mall, seeing a fire in one section. Coming to a stop they can feel the aftershocks.

“Shit, we have to hurry, Dean, Cas, find a way in. Kevin, Michael, find us some water!” John ordered.

Dean taking the squad closer to the building, scoping out a way in.

“We could try there.” Cas suggested.

“It doesn’t look too structurally sound Cas.”

“It’s holding up so far.”

“True. Okay, but lets find a plan B.”

“And C.”

“And D.”

“I hear sirens!” Someone shouted.

“Come on, the opening is still here!” Y/N shouted.

“Go on baby, mommy and daddy are right behind you.” A pair of parent said to the small girl.

She slid down the concrete ramp, looking scared and timid but Y/N stood by close until her parents met up with her.

“Okay, keep it going, we’re almost out of here!” Y/N encouraged.

It seemed to be going smoothly, everyone was starting to rush down the ram and running outside, frantically.

“Dean look!” Cas shouted as Dean made a loop around the Mall.

“That’s a good sign, okay, let’s help them.” Dean says, bring the squad to a stop.

“Engine 51, this is squad 51, Cap, there’s an couple of entrances above ground that are stable, but we found one by the underground parking, a large number of survivors are coming out.”

“Copy that.” John says.

“Anyone hurt!” Cas asked as he got out.

A number of people saying their fine, scared. A select few coming forward with injuries of cuts.

“Good job miss on making that tourniquet.” Dean commented.

“Oh, I didn’t do that, a nice lady, a nurse from Rampart did it.”

Dean’s heart dropped. Y/N was in there.

“Did you see her?” Dean asked. Unable to hide the panic look in his face.

“We ran right past her, she led us out that way.”

“Atta girl, Cas you got them?” Dean asked.

“I got them, go.” Cas says as he attends to the couple.

Dean got to the opening and he could see a familiar figure in the dark dusty parking lot.

“Y/N!”

“Dean!” she shouts, turning to find him in the opening.

People still trinkling out. Dean helping them out the best he could.

“You hurt!”

“No, I’m fine, just help them!”

What started as a light tremble got slightly stronger, another aftershock.

“Oh fuck, Y/N hurry up!” Dean shouted.

Y/N hurried the people out. And just as she was making her way to Dean she heard a puppy barking. Stopping her dead in her tracks. She began to search for it.

A puppy scurried out from under a car with a limp, barking fearfully.

“It’s okay baby, I got you.” She says, hurrying to the scared puppy. Looking at it’s paw. Seeing a shard of glass in one of it’s paw pads.

“Poor thing, I got you.” She says.

She heard a crack in the concrete. All of a sudden the ceiling looking closer and feeling a lot closer. She fell on her rear, the ceiling seemed like it didn’t want to stop.

No. she prayed.

The after shock stopping just as soon as it started, the ceiling stopped.

“Y/N! Please say something!”

“I’m okay!” she shouts.

The concrete already sounding unstable, she hurries, crawling on all fours with the puppy in her hand, she even brings her feet into the crawling.

Like a domino effect, the ceiling begins to collapse.

A little girl stopped by one of the cars, scared, crying. Not stopping, she grabs the girl by the arm, and continues to crawl.

“Run guys, run!” Dean chants.

“Keep going sweetie, keep running!” Y/N tells the little girl.

The girl being the first out, dives into Dean’s arms.

“I gotchu sweetheart!” Dean tells her.

Y/N making a dive out, landing on her back with the pupping in her chest as the parking lot collapses behind her in a cloud of dust.

Y/N got up, still holding the puppy, trembling in her arms, licking her graciously on her neck. As if it was thanking her for saving her.

Dean stood by the squad, consoling the child, sees Y/N walking with a puppy in her arms. Panting from the adrenaline. Hurries to her, engulfs her in his arms.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m fine.”

“You go to Target and you come back with a puppy.” He smirks.

“I couldn’t resist, he was cute!” Y/N giggles.

“So far, everyone’s okay, in one piece, little girl’s back with her parents.” Dean informs her.

“That’s good.”

“Is it me or does danger just seem to find us?”

“Something.”

The next day…

“Come here Tremor!” Y/N coaxes.

The Basset Hound Puppy running over, his ears flopping in the wind. Making Y/N giggle.

“Good boy!”

“I’m home!” Dean shouts from the house.

“Go get daddy boy!” she encourages. The puppy making a mad dash for Dean. Only to trip on his ears in the run. Earning a laugh from Dean and Y/N.

“It’s okay buddy, I gotchya!” Dean says, meeting the puppy halfway, and picking him up.

The puppy showering Dean in licks.

“Been good for mommy.”

“Still working on potty training, he peed in the house, that’s why I opened it up.”

“Eh, it’s a learning progress for the little dude.”

“Yeah, so, how was work today?”

“Oh, same old. Rescued a cat from a tree, saved a heart attack victim. The usual.” Dean jokes.

Y/N giggling. Giving him a kiss on the lips. Only for him to deepen it, the puppy getting jealous and licking both of them.

“Okay, Tremor, we get it.” Dean goes.

“And I owe someone some sexy fun time tonight.” Y/N says playfully as she heads back inside.

“Yes you do.” Dean says. Following her at her heels.

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Kendricks: A Hell on Earth - Two

Summary: Due to a given promise of your parents, you were sold off to be a student at Kendricks University. Nothing seemed right, all the people were stuck up. Your professor was an asshole. An asshole that would wrap you around his finger and make your life hell.

Words: 876

Pairing: Eventual Professor!Arthur Ketch x Reader

General Warnings: Angst, Violence, Murder, Character Death, Smut, eventual Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Cheating, Manipulation, Abusive Relationship (Some of these are not final and there might be warnings that need to be added as the story goes on. Not every warning counts in for every Chapter)

A/N: I am dying to hear your feedback.

Masterpost

Even on your first day, you weren't spared. Just after settling in, Lady Bevell sent you around the building, grabbing and moving things that seemed just so unnecessary to you.

But you worked yourself through it and finally, had been sent off to bed after a good couple of hours.

You had decided not to test anyone's patience and showed up on time for your first lesson. It took place in a giant auditorium and even though you were early, the hall was packed.

Funny, considering not even half this much people were in the conference room with you yesterday. Maybe they had gathered people into groups.

The worst part about it was that there were no free spots, except for the front row. As if luck couldn't hit you worse.

At least the teacher was on time.

“My name is Mr. Ketch in case you haven't caught that yet. I expect perfect discipline and punctuality from each and every one of you. If I don't see that, you will face consequences,” he lectured, the whole room silent as he spoke.

“Can't pretend you have any bigger balls, can you?” you muttered. Oh, how you hated all the people here. How were you supposed to survive your life here like this?

The lesson continued as Mr. Ketch spoke about some sort of code and about killing monsters and what not. Things you absolutely didn't understand.

And so you just ended up sitting around being bored while you tried not to fall asleep. The times of going to school were over long ago.

“I hate this place. This shit is boring like hell,” you said quietly to Mikayla who was sitting next to you.

“We don't have much of a choice,” Mikayla murmured a bit.

“And that guy is a total idiot. Mr. Stick in the Ass would make a better name for him,” you muttered, arms crossed in front of your chest.

“At least he's kind of attractive,” your friend shrugged and sighed.

“Maybe so but his crappy personality ruins it.”

“I see your displeasure with this situation, Miss Y/L/N, but in your place, I'd rather stay quiet about that. I'll see you when the lesson is over,” Mr. Ketch spoke directly to you and you couldn't do anything but cringe. Great, now you were in trouble for stating your honest opinion. Even if it wasn't meant for his ears.

The rest of the lesson passed just as horribly slow as before but finally, you would get to know what would be the consequences you'd have to face, as Mr. Ketch would most likely say.

“Miss Y/L/N. I'm displeased with the attitude you're showing. You should be happy and honored to be standing here,” the man said, eyes burning into you.

“I probably would've preferred dying back at home,” you muttered just before Ketch pulled a gun.

“Is that so?” He quirked a brow, easily pointing the gun at you, earning a few gasps from students that were just leaving the room.

“Chill! I didn't mean that,” you muttered, feeling your heart sink into your pants.

“Well, I want you to read through this entire section of lore, sort out every important detail and be ready to present it freely tomorrow,” he ordered, handing you a big book with a giant section of lore.

“You're kidding, right?” You asked in disbelief.

“Do I look like a joke to you?” Mr. Ketch questioned you.

Yes, you looked like a giant joke, Mister Wannabe Bad.

“Of course not,” you decided to mutter before taking off, already making out how many hours of sleep you'd lose over this crap.

And in fact, you lost several hours. Mikayla tried to help you as much as she could but in the end, she valued her sleep more than helping you. Which would've been the same for you if the situation was different?

You were so busy with working on everything, tiredness overrunning you, you didn't even notice when you fell asleep. Little did you know this would turn out to be your biggest mistake.

When you woke up, your room had been empty and a note was next to you.

I tried to wake you but you just didn't move. Sorry, I didn't want to be late. - Mikayla

Shit. Just how late was it? When you checked the time, you nearly fell out of the bed. You were 30 minutes late already!

Panicking, you jumped up, changing into some other clothes quickly, before you grabbed everything you needed and rushed off to the auditorium where Ketch had been waiting for you.

“Miss Y/L/N, this is the second time you have come to my attention negatively. I put my trust in you to present some facts today but now I had to take over. This is unacceptable and I will see you in my office after this,” there was some sort of glint in his eyes as he spoke to you, “now go sit down!”

You did as he asked and felt your heart pounding in your chest, wishing to die from a heart attack at this exact moment rather than having to face him later on.

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Uncovered

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Square Filled: Secret Identity

Ship: Sam Winchester/Lucifer

Rating: Mature

Tags: Mafia AU, Undercover Cop!Sam, Mobster!Lucifer, Stripper!Sam, mention of murder, mention of child abuse, kinda angsty ending, a tiny bit of gunplay

Summary: When Detective Sam Winchester gets assigned an under cover mission concerning the infamous Archangels he thinks it's a great opportunity. He doesn't expect to be absolutely fascinated by one of them. This is set in the same verse as Whiskey & Trouble, but you don’t have to read that fic to understand this one.

Word Count: 4.131

Written for @spnaubingo

Thanks to my beta reader @coplins for giving me the under cover cop idea!

Sam isn’t sure, if he is in trouble. Maybe he has complained too much about them telling him that there is nothing any of them can do about the Azazel case? In any case, he’s standing in Chief Henriksen’s office now, who is looking up from a file he had been reading.

“Detective Winchester,” Victor Henriksen says, “I called you here, because I have a slightly unconventional and very important mission for you. But your good work during the last year implies you can handle it. And frankly, you’re the only viable option for this job anyway.”

That sounds promising. Sam straightens up a bit more.

“I have to ask you a rather personal question, before I delve into details, though. I want to assure you that answering truthfully won’t impact negatively on your position here.”

That sounds less promising. Sam sends his boss a guarded look and waits.

“I really mean it, Winchester,” Henriksen says. “You’re doing good work. That’s all that counts.” He looks down at the file, hesitates for a moment, then goes on: “Are the rumors true that you worked as a stripper for a while?”

Oh shit. “You got that from Arthur Ketch, didn’t you?” Sam asks. Ketch has tried for a while now to find something to make Sam look bad. And after outing him as gay hadn’t done the trick, he’d started digging in Sam’s past.

Henriksen clears his throat in a way that says that was a good guess. “I don’t want to name names, but as I said, it won’t impact your position here in a negative way. To the contrary. It might be … important for the mission.”

Oh great. Sam has a feeling he knows what kind of mission this is going to be. “I ran away from home, and it presented itself as an option to earn money,” he answers carefully.

“Is that a yes?” Henriksen asks.

“Yes, sir.”

Sam’s boss looks kind of relieved. “Good. That’ll come in really handy, because we recently found out that a strip club aptly named Heaven is the base of the Archangel’s operations here in San Francisco.”

Sam has heard of the Archangels of course. They control all kinds of illegal operations in at least five states. The excitement that he’ll get a mission concerning them makes up for the inconvenience that probably all of his colleagues will know of his stripper past soon. Sam is not particularly ashamed of it, but it’ll take months until they’ll stop teasing him for it.

“We think two of the Archangels will be here soon,” Henriksen says, “to oversee their business in San Francisco, and that’s our chance to find something to get them behind bars. I don’t have to tell you that they’ve eluded arrest in five states for quite a while now. Here are the mission details …”

Archangel Group Chat

Michael: Lucifer, Gabriel, I’m still waiting for your report.

Gabriel: Don’t fret so much, Mikey. All is well. You’ll get a more detailed report from Lucifer later, but he made a new friend. Let him have some fun.

Raphael: Do we want to know what kind of new friend you’re talking about?

Gabriel: [A picture that shows Lucifer leaning back on a very comfortable looking couch in a strip club. On the table in front of him lies a tall young man with brown longish hair, who’s currently clad in nothing but booty shorts. One of his legs is wrapped around a pole dancing pole that’s mounted on the table. His head is halfway hanging off the table and he smirks around a grape that Lucifer is handfeeding him.]

Raphael: …… As I thought, we didn’t want to know.

Michael: Send another picture. One where he’s upright.

Gabriel: Mikey, don’t you have a boyfriend? Leave some for us, will you?

Michael: Gabriel!

Gabriel: Fine, fine. Whatever got your panties in a twist now, here you go. [A picture of the same young man, this time upright, spinning around the pole in a gravity defying pose. He’s smiling and his eyes are on Lucifer, who’s sipping a drink, doing his best to look unimpressed.]

Michael: Sorry to crush your party, but if I’m not completely mistaken, that’s Sam Winchester.

Gabriel: Wait … Sam Winchester as in Dean Winchester’s brother? As in your boyfriend’s brother?

Michael: Exactly. And the last time Dean heard from him, he was a cop.

Gabriel: Shit.

Raphael: Doing a background check right this minute …

Raphael: …

Raphael: He was hired as a stripper at Heaven a month ago under the name of Sam Wesson. Everything held up. But there is a Sam Winchester in the local police force.

Gabriel: Mikey, are you sure it’s him?

Michael: Dean just confirmed it.

Raphael: I advice we deal with this very discreetly.

Gabriel: Lucifer won’t be happy. Me neither, by the way. I like the kid.

Michael: Hold it! That’s my boyfriend’s little brother you’re talking about.

Gabriel: Aww, getting soft, Mikey? That must be true love <3

Michael: Cut it, Gabriel. Dig for something we can use against him, will you? Try and get him on our side.

Lucifer: Fuck all of you, and back off! I’m going to deal with this, no one else.

Raphael: Oh look, Lucifer deigns to join the conversation and he has adopted another lost cause …

Lucifer: Fuck you in particular, sis. You called Ramsey a lost cause, too, and look at her now.

Michael: Sam Winchester is not a badly behaved dog, Lucifer. Leave this to Gabriel, he has the people skills for it.

Lucifer: I have fucking people skills, too, I just don’t waste them on ungrateful scum.

Gabriel: Hey, cut out the fighting, will you? And as much as I’d like to have that gorgeous man eat fruit out of my hands ... since he laid eyes on Lucifer, he barely looked at anyone else. Apparently he has a type. Or a specific mission objective.

Michael: Fine. Don’t screw this up, Lucifer.

Raphael: If you do, I can still make it look like an accident.

Lucifer: If I screw it up, I can make it look like an accident myself, thank you very much.

Michael: Guys, I really don’t want to have to lie to my boyfriend about how his brother died.

Gabriel: We got this, Mikey. Don’t worry.

Sam knows he has to stay professional, but on the other hand flirting with one of the Archangels is kind of what he’s supposed to do. Well, Henriksen hadn’t said anything about flirting per se, but he’s supposed to win their trust as much as possible and listen in on their conversations. Flirting serves that goal. He’s also enjoying it immensely to know Lucifer’s icy blue eyes on him while he’s playing with the hem of his shorts and sending suggestive looks the Archangel’s way. He’s never minded working as a Stripper, but something about the way Lucifer looks at him makes this actual fun. There’s nothing wrong with having fun at your job, though, is there?

Lucifer beckons with a slice of apple, and Sam bends down gracefully, one hand on the pole to keep his balance, the other behind his back, and takes it from Lucifer’s hand with his lips. When Lucifer had asked him, if they could get him something, too, with their drinks, Sam had asked for fresh fruit as a joke. After all he isn’t supposed to drink on the job. He hadn’t expected to actually get what he asked for, but this is pretty nice. And delicious. He straightens up again, chews, swallows and licks his lips, which makes Lucifer’s eyes go dark in a way he really likes seeing.

Half of the thrill of this is probably that he knows how dangerous this man is. He likes undercover missions, because deceiving people that would absolutely kill him, if they knew who he is, gives him a rush of power, something he feels almost bad for, but doesn’t because he’s dealing with bad people here. Criminals.

But there’s something else, too. Lucifer is watching him with actual interest. Looks at him, not just at the show Sam is putting up. And he’s flirting like you flirt with someone who actually has a choice. Lots of people don’t bother making themselves interesting to strippers. They just demand what they want. After all the strippers are here for their entertainment, aren’t they? Not Lucifer. Not even hand feeding Sam had been his idea. Sam had goaded him into that to see if he could.

Next to Lucifer Gabriel is staring at the screen of his phone. All the intel Sam got had marked him as the best target for what he’s doing with Lucifer instead right now. Not that Gabriel is any less dangerous than the other three, but he’s actually friendly, probably the easiest to get to. Sam’s decision to concentrate on Lucifer instead has not been professional at all.

Now Gabriel nudges his brother with his elbow, leans over to show him something on the screen. Lucifer’s eyes dart from left to right, reading. Sam tries to get a glance at the screen through one of the many mirrors in the bar, but can’t. Finally Lucifer nods. He takes something out of his pocket – a business card – and gets up. He sticks the card behind the hem of Sam’s shorts with a wink.

Archangel Group Chat

Raphael: How long are you planning to drag this out, Lucifer?

Lucifer: Always so impatient. It’ll take as long as it takes. Sam’s a free spirit. He has to be lured in, not pressured.

Gabriel: We also found a lure. Well, I found one. Luci’s just having all the fun in this.

Michael: Quit complaining. What did you find?

Gabriel: Azazel case. Short version is, Sam tried to prove that a guy named Frederic Azazel, who’s running an orphanage, is abusing the kids in his care. He didn’t find any conclusive evidence, though.

Lucifer: Everything points to Azazel being guilty, there’s just nothing a court would accept.

Michael: So we show Sam the benefits of working outside the law. I have to admit, that’s actually a good plan.

Lucifer: No need to sound so surprised.

Gabriel: To be fair your usual modus operandi is just killing everyone who’s in your way.

Lucifer: Oh, sorry it comes as such a surprise that I actually know when that won’t work.

Raphael: [Eye rolling emoji]

Raphael: I’ll take care of that Azazel guy. Do you want it to be a gift or a bribe?

Lucifer: Make it a gift.

Michael: Lucifer, I hope you’re not falling in love.

Gabriel: Luci, are you aware that you’re supposed to send flowers and shit, not dead bodies?

Lucifer: Fuck both of you. My feelings won’t change the result. He’ll say yes to me.

Sam takes his time until he calls. Can’t look too desperate, even though he can’t get those icy blue eyes out of his mind for the rest of the day. And then there’s his mission. Of course he’s only so eager because of his mission.

He holds out until the next day. He’d worked the early evening shift as a waiter, because one of girls had gotten sick. He calls Lucifer as soon as he gets off.

“Yes?”

Sam’s heart speeds up, when he hears Lucifer’s voice. “My shift just ended.”

“Ah, Sammy.” There’s a smile in Lucifer’s voice. “And what do you want to do now?”

“How about dinner?” Sam asks.

Lucifer chuckles. “I get the feeling you’re just using me to get free food.”

“Well, maybe,” Sam teases.

On the other side of the line is a hum, half pleased, half thoughtful. “Do you own any fancy clothes?”

That sounds promising. “I think I can managed to find something.”

“Good. See you in an hour then. I’m going to pick you up.”

Only when they hang up Sam realizes that Lucifer hadn’t asked where to pick him up.

An hour later Lucifer still manages to find his way to Sam’s apartment – well, Sam Wesson’s apartment – without needing further directions. It’s a bit creepy, but he probably just lifted Sam’s address from the data he gave them at Heaven.

The restaurant Lucifer takes him to is good, but not so fancy that Sam doesn’t know what to do with himself, which is a good thing. They get a table that’s hidden away in a niche, giving them a lot of privacy. They order, making conversation the whole time. It’s surprisingly easy to talk to Lucifer. They’re both free thinkers. Lucifer complains about his father and Sam can all but agree. He sticks to the truth as much as possible to not get caught in contradicting lies. Says that he ran away, when his dad wanted him to join the military. Dean had served for a while, at least until John’s death. Then he’d opened his bar in Denver.

“And you became a stripper instead?” Lucifer asks.

Sam shrugs and gives a half smile. “I was young and needed the money. And I actually enjoy it.”

There’s a glint of something in Lucifer’s eyes that he can’t quite read. “You like teasing while people aren’t allowed to touch?”

Sam makes his smile grow more wicked at that. “I think that was obvious, wasn’t it?”

He’s rewarded with a low chuckle. For a moment, Lucifer just watches him, while his fingers glide along the stem of his wineglass. Sam’s eyes track the movement, captivated by it.

“So, you’re happy with being a stripper?” Lucifer’s voice startles Sam. “No dreams? No plans?”

“None.”

That’s a complete lie of course, and Lucifer seems to pick up on it. He leans forward, and suddenly there’s danger hanging in the air. “I don’t believe you.”

For a moment Sam can hear his own heartbeat, it’s loud and fast. He lowers his head and rubs his neck, plays like he’s embarrassed, while he thinks fast. He needs a half-truth in the least. “Well,” he says, “maybe I want to do something to help people.” Like becoming a cop, but he can’t says that. “Become a lawyer, but of course that’ll never happen.”

Lucifer leans back again, obviously satisfied with the answers. “Sometimes there is no way to help people inside the confinements of the law anyway,” he says.

And yes, that’s something Sam had been thinking about since the Azazel case. It’s scary how well Lucifer picked up on that.

“I have a gift for you that’s related to that actually,” Lucifer speaks up again. He reaches into an inside pocket of his jacket and pulls out a photograph. He hands it over to Sam, and when Sam takes it, their fingers brush, Lucifer’s skin cool to the touch, but not unpleasantly so.

When Sam looks at the picture, he forgets to breathe for a moment.

He recognizes Azazel at once, even though there’s a clean hole in his forehead now, blood pooling on the floor underneath. And for a moment that sight brings Sam nothing but satisfaction.

Then realization sets in. Sam Wesson doesn’t have anything to do with Azazel. Sam Winchester does. In one movement Sam drops the picture and reaches for the gun he carries in a concealed holster.

Except the holster is empty.

When Sam looks at Lucifer again, there’s a gun lying next to his plate, Lucifer’s finger lightly caressing the handle like they’ve done with the wineglass before. “Looking for this?”

Shit. Sam freezes.

“Please,” Lucifer says, voice still friendly, “keep your hands above the table and listen.”

Sam swallows and puts his hands on both sides of his plate. “How did you find out?”

Lucifer smiles and picks the gun up now, still keeping it trained on Sam. And that really shouldn’t be as hot as it is. “Well, you see … Our older brothers are dating.”

“What?” From all possible answers Sam definitely hadn’t expected that. “You’re kidding, right?”

Lucifer grins. “I wish I was, because then I wouldn’t have to listen to them go about it every other day. Your brother is loud.”

This situation can’t get any more unreal, which is maybe why Sam finds himself pulling a face in sympathy. “Try sleeping in the room next to his for nineteen years.”

Now Lucifer’s eyes twinkle with amusement, and he leans forwards again. Strangely, despite the gun that’s still pointed at Sam, this time the movement is less threatening. “I like you, Sam, I really do. And of course Michael also kinda wants to avoid offing his boyfriend’s brother. That’s why I got you this.” He nods towards the picture that’s fallen on the table.

Sam picks it up again. His heart is still pumping adrenalin through his body fast, and he’s still trying to think of a way out of this situation, but not coming up with anything. For now the only thing he can do is continue this conversation. Looking down at the picture of Azazel’s face again, he can’t bring himself to feel sorry for the man. Of course him dying for his crimes is absolutely wrong, but at least the children are safe now, and that counts more in Sam’s opinion. “I have to admit it’s appreciated. What’ll happen to the children?”

“They’ll get a better caretaker.”

“Provided I become a dirty cop?”

Lucifer looks almost offended. “I told you this is a gift. They get a better caretaker either way.”

Sam blinks. That’s not how he imagined getting bribed works. “But you do want me to work for you?”

“We mostly just want you to keep away from us. Don’t interfere with our business. Drop the investigation. And if you do want to work for us, payment would be solutions for more cases like this.” Lucifer points towards the picture. “There’ll always be cases like this.”

Damn, if that doesn’t sound tempting. “I can’t drop the investigation without any reasons and without getting any results,” Sam protests anyway. And that’s most likely a very stupid thing to say, but he feels like this is an offence to his work ethics. Even though he considers giving in, mostly because Dean is connected to this. He can’t risk getting his brother behind bars. He may have run away from home, but that was because of John not because of Dean.

Lucifer watches him with a certain fondness, tapping his lower lip with his index finger in thought. “Would any kind of result suffice? Something that leads to a few arrests, but in the end won’t turn up anything to use against us?”

Sam bites his lower lip. He really considers giving in, does he? And maybe it’s not just Dean. He still kind of likes Lucifer, even though the guy has a gun pointed at him at the moment. “That would do,” he finally admits. No one has found anything to get the Archangels behind bars for years. It won’t sound that unlikely that he only was partially successful, too. Though Sam feels like a traitor to Henriksen, who had put his trust in him.

Lucifer smiles. He lifts his free hand in a gestures that tells Sam to wait, then he pulls a smartphone from his pocket. The call he makes is very short. He ends it with: “Thanks, Michael.” Then he places the gun next to his plate and scribbles something on a napkin. While he hands it to Sam, he picks the gun up again. Their fingers brush like last time, and the short touch is still not unpleasant at all.

On the napkin is a time and an address. “What is this?” Sam asks.

“Drugs deal”, Lucifer says. “Unless you want to bust something else?”

Sam pulls a face. Getting handed something like that on a silver plate makes it taste bitter. “Drugs’ll do.”

“Tell them it’s possible that I’ll be there.” The way he says this makes it sound like all of this is a set deal already and he expects Sam to do as he’s told.

“Don’t make it sound like I’m taking orders from you.” This is very bitter, indeed. The only thing that makes it better is looking down at the picture of Azazel and thinking of Dean, who has a really poor taste in boyfriends, but is still Sam’s brother and doesn’t deserve to get in trouble.

Lucifer looks at him with a serious expression, head tilted to the side a little. “Well, let me put it that way. If you want to, you can tell them that you heard I’ll be there. I’ll make it look like I got away, before they get there. That way it looks like you did really good work and someone else messed up.”

“So considerate,” Sam snarks.

“Anything for you, Sammy,” Lucifer says with a grin.

Sullenly, Sam nods towards the gun Lucifer is still holding. “Can I get my gun back, too?”

“Sure.” This time Lucifer gets up. Handing it over the table would make it possible for people outside the niche to see it. Lucifer steps close to Sam’s chair, blocking the view from the rest of the room with his body. Instead of handing it over, though, he keeps it loosely pointed at Sam. “I have one last question, though.” He places one hand on the armrest of Sam’s chair and leans down a little. Sam automatically tilts his head back to look Lucifer in the eyes. “The flirting,” Lucifer goes on. “Was that purely for the job?”

Now it’s Sam turn to grin. “Are you hoping it wasn’t?” It makes him way too happy thinking that this might be the case.

“Still teasing, Sammy?” Lucifer asks, voice low.

“What can I says, teasing you is fun.” And now that he’s made mafia deal, why not get something more out of this evening? It’s not like anything he can do now could be any more unethical. Sam tilts his head up even more, lifts his face towards Lucifer’s. But suddenly the barrel of his own gun presses against his collarbone and shoves him back into his chair.

“No more games, Sam.”

Sam meets Lucifer’s eyes, and there’s a sincerity there that makes him forget the bitter taste of the deal he just made and makes him regret that this evening is the only one they’re probably going to have together. The grin slips from his face. “Everything that I knew about you indicated that it’d be the smarter move to go for Gabriel.”

“Is that so?” Lucifer asks, triumph in his eyes now. “Well, then, what do you think about making all of this a bit more believable?”

“How so?” Sam feels the cold of the gun’s metal seep through his shirt, but by now that just adds to how fast his heart is beating from excitement.

Lucifer fakes a thoughtful expression. “How about this? I took you home. We spent the night. You went through some of my things, while I was still sleeping, and found the time and the address on my phone, indicating there was something going down there.” While he speaks, the barrel of the gun drags higher, and Sam’s breath hitches, when it touches the skin of his neck. Lucifer stops, tilting his head in question, and Sam’s pretty sure that question does not only include the things he said.

“Sounds good to me,” Sam says, voice a bit husky.

The next moment the barrels of the gun presses under his chin, tilting his head up again, and Sam grabs Lucifer’s shoulders to pull him all the way down for a kiss. With all the adrenaline coursing through his body the first touch of lips on lips feels like an electric spark. Sam opens his mouth in a soft gasp, breathing in Lucifer’s breath. Then he deepens the kiss.

That’s the moment someone clears their throat behind Lucifer in a very polite way. Sam groans, and Lucifer straightens up, sliping the gun into the holster underneath Sam’s jacket while he does so.

“Sorry,” he says, while he turns to the waiter behind him. “We’ll behave.”

“Thank you, sir.”

When Sam leaves Lucifer’s apartment the next morning, he does so very reluctantly. He’s not sure, if Lucifer had still been sleeping, while Sam had collected his clothes, but if so he’d faked it well. It’s better that way. Probably none of them would’ve known how to say goodbye. Dean might have no trouble with having a mafia boss as his boyfriend, but for now all Sam is willing to do is stay away from everything the Archangels touch. If Henriksen asks, he’ll tell him the truth: That he fell in love a little bit and that he fears he won’t be able to stay professional next time.

The biggest lie about that is that he only fell in love a little bit.

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The Covenant Of Desire

The Covenant Of Desire https://ift.tt/eft5xpD by Jaistiel No one really knows how The Power came to be. Not even the Book of Damnation recorded its beginning. But those who have it have always been hunted. In the middle of the 17th Century, many escaped the brutal witch-hunting in England and France by coming to America. As the brutal persecution of those with The Power spread throughout Massachusetts, the families of Ipswich formed a Covenant of silence. And for 300 years it has kept them safe. Until now. A Destiel AU adaptation of the movie The Covenant (2006) Words: 26780, Chapters: 11/11, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte, Crowley (Supernatural), Ash (Supernatural), Garth Fitzgerald IV, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Bela Talbot Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: The Covenant (2006) - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Magic, Magic, Alternate Universe - College/University, coven - Freeform, Witches, Witch Dean Winchester, Witch Crowley (Supernatural), Witch Ash, Witch Benny, john winchester is a terrible father, hes a selfish bastard, Alcoholic Mary Winchester, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Swimmer Dean Winchester, Swimmer Castiel (Supernatural), College, College | University Student Dean Winchester, College | University Student Castiel (Supernatural), beach party, Harry Potter References, but in a joking negative way, Fuck JKR, Police Chase, Flirting, Pining, Mutual Pining, Violence, Blood and Injury, Spiders, unnamed character death off screen, Homophobia, Homophobic Language, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, BDSM Undertones, Dean is a dom in the streets but submissive in the sheets, so true of him honestly, hes just like me fr, Top Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, little to no prep, bc some folks dont need it, and others like it without it, rain as lube, i promise that will make sense, Outdoor Sex, Semi-Public Sex, sex in the rain, Fight or Fuck, Fight Tension Turns To Sexual Tension, so they fuck it out, First Kiss, the movie was cheesy so the fic is cheesy too, The Author Regrets Nothing, no beta we die like Dean's morals, POV Alternating, some medical talk, medical machines via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/VIgJS3K September 10, 2023 at 01:49PM

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raising hell

SPOILERS BELOW

okay I really learned my lesson last time about not typing this directly into tumblr so it's going into notepad first and then I'm pasting it over

I have angel's envy for the episode in general, which I will be drinking gradually as a special occasion just for S15 as it airs, and also devil's cut for this episode in particular because I hear buckleming wrote it and I'm toasting to crowley and drinking that one if/when something fucked up inevitably happens to kevin

I'm SO FUCKING GLAD to see osric in this btw just like. I love him he's so good I'm glad he's back

I've tried to avoid spoilers but from what glimpses I've seen before I could glance away it sounds like maybe some meta shit is getting into territory I was also going into with the kevin/crowley/castiel fic I'm doing? so super intrigued to see where that goes but also not getting my hopes up because I fear the writing is going to drop the ball

I love meta shit though I'm so here for it, I gotta double back for time travel shenanigans in Lebanon

okay anyway let's start

oh and apparently rob benedict had a stroke a while back?? and i'm so glad he's all right, here are the signs of a stroke if you need to refresh because you really ought to know what to look for https://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/09/03/too-young-to-have-a-stroke-think-again I had this open in a tab from someone totally different on twitter

I like the "road closed" sign we start with because it seems thematically on point for like... shutting down the infinite potential of stories as they are not done being told, and as all those doors close

it's not a buckleming episode unless it starts off with gratuitous violence against women

the amazon subtitles are spelling it "benzine" [sic] and it's pissing me off

I love jared playing sam playing an FBI agent who's nervous about delivering speeches

crams all this sam and cas footage into my mouth

I don't believe "belphegor" at all but I love seeing alex playing this part

this implication that belphegor has teamed up with a hunter previously.........

pretty impressed with these townspeople actually? their concerns are not unreasonable and they're right to be skeptical

pffffff at this parallel of sam addressing the living crowd vs jack the ripper addressing the ghost crowd

the makeup on the ghosts is pretty fuckin good, I like the wardrobe and hair too

I like the fake posters at the school for various fictional sporting events

castiel continues to have a conscience and I adore him

rowena "am I interrupting something juicy" eyes emoji

ruth is pretty fun, I like her necklace

I like that ketch literally has a gun that just kicks spirits out of people. like. ...why haven't they been using this technology the whole time. guess it's an endgame weapon.

hahahahha an attractive female demon named Ardat. ................me @ homestuck like oh Ardata got it

this is the first time i've seen adult amara? it's bizarre to see characters I've only heard of

dude's right to be very upset and worried about his neighbors and cas should tell them what's up honestly, I see sam's point about not inciting panic but on the other hand :\

no idea where this arthur/rowena thing is going except I do I guess

I really, really like castiel's take (which is also sam's take from the last episode) that even if their lives were written by chuck, their experiences still mattered, and are not rendered worthless because of external circumstances about how they came into being

are people seriously doing a "THIS IS A DESTIEL MOMENT" from this? like. i guess.

also i hate that cas is having to apologize for "dropping the puck". he didn't. fuck off. he didn't drop the ball. dean didn't give a shit about felix being killed anyway so what the fuck.

misha and jensen both have excellent delivery though

I do like seeing dean play off ketch and belphegor and rowena, it's a nice change of pace

dude these stunts of getting thrown into a wall or a shelving unit like I realize they're stunts but OUCH

ahhhhhh that's kevin i hear osric's voice

kevin got the other ghost to go away by yelling at them lmaooooo I love him so fucking much!!!!!

so we're gonna retcon that kevin has spent the last what, four??? four fucking years? not in heaven, but in hell or purgatory or just wandering earth? remember how a year on earth is forty years in hell?

I'm glad I specifically have the devil's cut to drink to kevin getting fucked over because I'm already enraged

** "DRINK FOR KEVIN" COUNT: 1 **

god he's been on the screen for less than sixty seconds and he was just never sent to heaven because god lied, I'm so glad I have bourbon for this. fucking buckleming, how do they keep getting put in charge of kevin episodes

I got up to get my kevin keychain to watch the rest of this episode with I'm so mad holy fuck I'm so mad, it just never stops

the amazon subtitles: "the vegetables and herbs are finely chopped and added to a SEXY pastiche of fragrant tripe"

thinking emoji, did you mean zesty....

I took like a 30 minute break because I was so mad just now about kevin being denied access to heaven like fuck you

the break was so long that amazon timed out, goddamn it

oh so we can't get kevin into heaven because god's not around to make an exception and god hates the winchesters and how god feels about the winchesters extends to their surrounding "friends" and family. amazing. this is bullshit.

** "DRINK FOR KEVIN" COUNT: 2 **

"whiny kevin tran! typical millennial." he should whine more. he has every right to be furious

also amazing that bobby and john manage to stay in heaven, and chuck didn't cast them down to hell along with mary out of spite when this all went down? so like... why not kevin. AMAZING!!!!!!

** "DRINK FOR KEVIN" COUNT: 3 **

sam has the dignity to actually look concerned instead of just annoyed

oh I like sam being linked to chuck lmaooooo

I do love this shot of a bunch of ghosts just hanging out in some suburban kitchen.

osric is so handsome I'm so glad to see him on this again

"you know how the hellspawn are, all they talk about is sam and dean, sam and dean" maybe the only time jack the ripper has been right about anything

not a fan of this extremely heteronormative bullshit courtesy of buckleming

also left-brain/right-brain is basically a lie isn't it

this fucking music. I'm so sick of buckleming

like I would be fine with this if it had been written by literally anyone else but this is the worst shit, nobody flirts like this

the road is "FAIR WYND", that's the cousin of zack fair and cid highwind

she hooked up with jack the ripper briefly? weird flex but okay

oh kevin is now being held GHOST HOSTAGE because dean told him to go do some reconnaissance

** "DRINK FOR KEVIN" COUNT: 4 **

also I paused on a screenshot that's extremely funny to me

oh I don't like hearing kevin screaming :(

drinking for kevin being tortured by jack the ripper trying to ghost-vore him

** "DRINK FOR KEVIN" COUNT: 5 **

I'm also waiting for the ghostbusters containment thing to backfire and swallow him too

DEAN: you can see them, how many are there "BELPHEGOR": 100 at least, more keep coming

convenient way not to animate 100+ ghosts

oh ketch took off the fucking iron, or maybe it fell off when he was hurt?

good job rowena for real

CASTIEL: I tried to heal him, but it didn't work. I don't know why. SAM: You're probably just tired, Cas. We all are.

for fucking real the biggest sastiel mood is taking naps

also this is troubling

it's like legitimately weird to see them call an ambulance on this show? I guess since they're posing as FBI agents it's more feasilble but

SAM: I'm sorry, Kevin. I wish there was some way to make this right. KEVIN: Me too, but there isn't. And sometimes you just gotta accept that.

actually fuck you lmao holy shiiiiiiiiiiiit omg fuck this

I'm about to drink the rest of the kevin-designated devil's cut

"there's nothing to keep him tied to earth, he'll go crazy!"

hey what about y'know

his mom...........................................

I'm screaming

"I love you guys" osric I know you love them IRL but this is so unfair for kevin the character

I like alexander and osric in the same shot, that's kind of fun, I enjoyed their panel I watched

and there's him waving goodbye. this is so unfair. time to down the rest of this

** "DRINK FOR KEVIN" COUNT: 666 **

to kevin, and to osric

thank fuck I was already in the middle of writing fix-it fic, this is injust

I have such mixed feelings because I'm so happy to see osric back but like AT WHAT COST, the worst timeline

there's a finality to this too like he's not coming back after this unless there's massive all-cast-reunion episode at the tail end in a paradise party AU but I doubt it

goodbye Kevin, this sucks :(

I'm more motivated than ever to finish this fic

"Even on your best day, you couldn't force my hand." is a pretty good line

also negative space is not inferior or "backup vocals"? it's part of a composition

you fucking know what buckleming is that WE CAN FIGURE OUT THAT THERE'S A NARRATIVE PARALLEL ABOUT HER LEAVING HIM TRAPPED WITH HIS CREATION, WITHOUT YOU SPELLING IT OUT jesus christ

bluhhhhhhhhhh I liked the premiere a lot more

#s15e2

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Who We Are

So it’s no secret I don’t care for season 12. But this episode. Holy shit this episode. This episode will always hold a special place in my heart.

So first we have Sam, Dean, and Toni trapped in the bunker. First they try it the Men of Letters, the ‘intellectual’ way of getting out, which is magic spells and texts. It doen’t work though. Then they try the more ‘hunter’ approach, brute strength, trying to dig their way out. That doens’t work either. Sam and Dean talk about how they got to this point and they both say that this isn’t how they pictured going down. The whole Butch and Sundance, going out in a blaze of Glory, which gives Dean an idea. They are going to do this their way, or die trying in a real flashy way.

Dean pulls out the grenade that he’s been fanboying over all season and blasts a hole in the wall. His leg gets severely injured in the attempt, but he’s able to get out and override the system, saving all three of them. The first thing Sam and Dean do is start contacting other hunters. Dean had already given Garth a warning about the Men of Letters and tells him this time it’s time to get out. Meanwhile Sam gets a voice mail from Jody. Mary was sent to kill her. However it appears Mary bit off more than she could chew with Jody and Alex.

After the girls captured Mary they called Sam and Dean, who come running. Alex, who has been going to medical school, helps fix up Dean’s leg and they talk about the situation they are in. Sam decides the best course of action is to assault the Men of Letters. Jody and Sam bring in a bunch of hunters, which include Roy and Walt who killed Sam and Dean way way way back in season 5. The hunters agree to go assault the Men of Letters, to get these people...well let’s steal the phrase from the Alpha Vampire a few episodes back. Time to get off our lawn.

Dean is in awe of Sam’s leadership skills and realizes really fast he can’t be going on the raid. Sam is shocked and says he’ll take a busted up Dean Winchester over ten other hunters any day. Hell I’ll bet most of the hunters going on that raid would agree with Sam. But like Dean points out there are two main missions here (four if we address the still lingering Kelly Kline and the baby along with Lucifer being free, but thats for the season finale) One is to get rid of the British Men of Letters, but the other is to save Mary. Dean is no use on a raid right now, but maybe he can get their mother back.

I gotta say, I’m impressed with both here because while Sam is going with a group of hunters, two of which killed him in the past, to raid a massive group with better training and weapons; Dean is going with two enemies who are both very willing to kill him while injured in the hopes he can reach their mother where she’s trapped in her mind. Both boys need a lot of support right now.

So Sam and Jody lead the raid on the Men of Letter’s bunker. The hunters clearly trust Sam and are putting a lot of faith in him. The thing about hunters is that while they don’t have a ‘hierarchy’ they do respect the skills other hunters have. They respect Sam and Dean for the skills they attained over the years, and while Dean usually has a better standing in the hunter community, Sam is well respected too. While killing all the operatives and trapping the leader, Sam learns that Lucifer isn’t in his cage, Crowley is dead, and Lucifer is closing in on Cas and Kelly. The British Men of Letter’s elders offer Sam their help and resources in dealing with this. The thing is, Sam isn’t going to make that mistake again. He learned, and he knows if there is any problems in the states, the hunters will be able to handle it. So he and Jody finish them off.

Meanwhile Dean, with the help of Toni, goes into Mary’s head. He sees where she is hiding and he finally says the things he’s needed to say to her this whole time. This scene was extremely important to me. When I was a kid, my mom left. She returned later in my life and integrated back into the family. There was a lot of things that never got addressed though, never got resolved. In fact we danced around the subject. The time she was gone was never allowed to be directly referenced, no one ever brought up her other family unless she did, and then no one was really supposed to say anything negative about it. As the oldest I was forced in a lot of mediator roles between her and my brothers and sisters because their anger was understandable and justified, but so was her choices. However that still caused a lot of problems. It was like there was always a wall there. It was actually after I first watched this episode that I realized what we probably needed was to talk it out. So...about half a jar of moonshine later to get up my courage I actually called her on the phone and I finally told her about how I’ve felt. For the first time we actually addressed what happened and we were able to talk about it. I was pretty sloshed so I ended up saying so much more than I meant to, but I wans’t so far gone that I don’t remember what happened. And things didn’t suddenly get perfect, but it was like we finally took that wall down.

Anyway, Dean and Mary finally connect, probably for the first real time in their lives. And just as they finally reach each other, Ketch comes barrelling in. He killed Toni and rips Dean away from Mary. And the two end up fighting but before Arthur can kill Dean, Mary returns and protects her kids. Mary and Dean talk and then Sam returns. And for a moment things look like they are going to be alright.

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