#blunt cas my beloved

[naughtystiel]

wrong answer

[zhongrin]

honey, can you…. un-sick me please?

© zhongrin | 2023  ✼  no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

✼ characters ┈ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley, neuvillette, diluc

✼ tags ┈ gn!reader, fluff, crack, 'puppy' nickname used (wriothesley), you’re sick but nothing life-threatening (common cold/flu/fever), they’re all just so soggy for you

✼ a/n ┈ i did change my formatting recently, yes. i like this one better methinks hehe

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ✼ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)  ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

“dear, i assure you, the ‘passing on the sickness by kissing’ method has never been proven to work... ah, please don’t give me such downtrodden eyes, you know i cannot help but give in when you look so saddened…”

zhongli was ever so patient with your whininess, clinginess, and overall annoying (your words, not his) self when you were sick with this kind of fever. he personally thought it was adorable, the way you insisted on following him around, asking to be pampered and spoiled in such a vulnerable moment…

… and boy, did he spoil you rotten.

though his mortal vessel is incapable of catching mortal diseases, he had seen the ever-evolving medical treatments throughout the millenia to know that your request to ‘kiss me so i can heal faster’ was meant to go unfulfilled. but how could he refuse you when you look so cute? he sighed fondly and ended up peppering you with kisses all over your flushed face, a gentle smile curling his lips when you giggled and clung to him even tighter in response.

anything to soothe his treasure.

“you’re delirious. go back to bed.”

your boyfriend might sound blunt and mean, yet the way he cradled your sickly self carefully and the gentleness in which he tucked you back into bed behind the blankets was everything but uncaring. al haitham was as complex as the books he read, but if you were thorough enough, you would be able to see the worried lines creasing his eyebrows and the turmoil behind his usually impassive green eyes fringed with bright terracotta lines.

al haitham became a mirror of his grandma ever since your body proceeded to shut down on you. he would make you soup and helped you eat it when you couldn’t muster the energy to do it yourself, and he fussed over you in his own way. admittedly, he had secretly sneaked in some herbs - grown with the help of his dendro vision - into said soup, which he read would aid you in your recovery… but that was a secret he shall keep to himself.

wriothesley looked torn between wanting to laugh at you or being incredibly worried if the fever was affecting you too much. he opted to shake his head with a chuckle and hoisted you up into his arms before tucking you back to bed despite your feeble protests.

“sigewinne told you to take plenty of rest, remember? you’ll get ‘un-sick’ed soon enough if you just listen to her, you silly puppy.”

your whines and pouts did nothing to convince him otherwise. your beloved seemed intent to keep you on the bed. he was very much tempted to threaten you with a promise to cuff yourself to the bed if you keep being stubborn, but he decided not to. instead, he stayed by your bedside like a loyal hound until the medicine kicked in and you fell into a deep slumber.

“let's have a picnic under the sun when you recover, yeah? but for now, let me just guard you while you're at your most vulnerable, sweetheart.”

neuvillette, the infamously aloof and diligent iudex, was anything but austere when it came to you. one might say he takes his role as your husband more seriously than his role as the chief of justice - and considering his accomplishments as the latter, it was an understatement to say that he excelled as your lover.

the day you got sick, rain fell throughout fontaine, persistent and seemingly neverending. it mattered not if it was just a common cold. you might as well be on your deathbed judging from the saddened gaze of your dearest’s sharp eyes and the way he was calling upon all doctors in fontaine to check up on you. even when you tried to lighten up his somber mood with your words, he merely grasped your hands tighter and brought them to his forehead, silently vowing to do all he could to make you healthy again.

“it is maddening that i do not have the power to heal humans, but rest assured that i will ensure that you can recover in the fastest and most efficient way possible, my love.”

the only time master diluc would be present in the kitchen is when 1) it’s a special day to you or the both of you, or 2) you’re cooking, or 3) you’re sick.

and currently, you’ve fallen ill from your recent adventure of dancing in the rain with your beloved. it was an addition into the romantic moments which the two of you would no doubt engrave in your hearts, yet while his pyro vision had subconsciously kept your lover’s body temperature from droppimg, it failed to do the same to you - hence why you were left with a bad case of flu and sore throat.

still, being sick while being diluc’s lover had its perks: for one, there were the maids who would take a good care of you, and they were always so considerate of your needs, especially when you were in this condition. but the best part would have to be your devoted red haired man doting after you like an overly attached falcon, personally taking it upon himself to nurse you back to full health. he was ever so patient with you, chuckling when you babble nonsensically, brain fogged and loose-lipped.

“yes, dear. i shall take it upon myself to ‘un-sick’ you. now, it’s time for your medicine. i’ll help you sit up... my love, don’t make that face… i promise to give you a forehead kiss if you finish the medicine.”

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[bluesfortheredj]

Day drinking.

A/N: talk of drinking and being drunk ahead.

Pride is the overwhelming feeling you have as you watch person after person file through the doors of The Hideout just for your boyfriend’s band. Their following had grown tenfold in recent months thanks to a pirate radio station that had played a couple of their songs, and you couldn’t have been happier for them. It made for a joyous change to hear other people cheering and clapping along with you when they finished each song, yet no matter how many people were there, Eddie’s eyes always managed to fall on you; his biggest fan.

“That was amazing!” you cheer after fighting your way backstage and throwing your arms around your beloved, “oh my god, you were incredible!”

“Thank you baby,” he grins before kissing your lips, “thank you.”

“You look so good up there, like you were born to do this,” you beam proudly as he tightens his grip around your waist amid the chaos of people brushing past you.

He leans down for another kiss, this time more passionate despite being in such a public space, and you hum in ecstasy as his tongue swirls around yours.

“Eddie! Come on, we’re going next door for drinks,” Gareth interrupts, hitting him on the shoulder and jolting the two of you back to reality.

“Wanna come?” Eddie offers.

The look you get from Gareth tells you all you need to know and you politely decline so that he can have some time alone with the guys. It was such a deceptively simple thing to give your boyfriend the space to hang with the band after a gig and have a few beers to congratulate themselves on a good night, and yet it soon turned into something more sinister, something that neither of you could have predicted happening.

Three months down the line, the couple of drinks after a gig had quickly evolved into getting absolutely smashed and being unable to drive home, so you’d accommodated him every now and again by going to pick him up and bring him home when he’d managed to find a phone and remember what the number was.

“I’m not doing this again,” you warn sternly yet quietly as you help Eddie into the trailer once more, his heavy limbs flailing as he loses his footing and stumbles into the kitchen counter, “you’re on your own next time.”

“Baby,” he slurs, his hand slipping off the edge of the work surface clumsily, “baby don’t be like that… c’mon… I promise I won’t do it again.”

“Whatever you say Eddie. Goodnight.”

It’s not easy to fall asleep while your boyfriend crashes about outside in the living area, but you were determined not to go and help in any way after the now countless times you’d had to get up in the early hours of the morning to go get him from whatever bar he’d ended up in. You toss and turn until eventually he quietens down and gets the hint that he’s sleeping on the sofa tonight, and you are finally able to drift off yourself.

“Babe…” a whisper filters into your dream, “baby…” you frown as your brain clicks into waking up, and you open one eye to see a blurry outline of Eddie sitting next to you, “wake up sweetheart…” he encourages as you huff and groan in protest.

You turn onto your back and squint into the light that filters through the gap in the thin curtains, then you drape an arm across your eyes and part your lips to speak, “I’m awake,” you sigh.

“I got you some coffee,” there’s a clink of the cup on the bedside table as he misses the top of it the first time, “erm… can I sleep with you tonight? That sofa sucks,” he moans, placing a hand on his lower back as you peek at him from underneath your forearm.

“Depends.”

“On?”

“Whether you’re going to get shitfaced again tonight or not. It’s becoming quite tiresome now you’re doing it almost every day.”

He scoffs at your blunt reply, “what?! I… I don’t do it that often.”

“You do,” an exasperated sigh escapes your lips straight after those two words.

“I don’t,” he snaps sternly, huffing loudly as he jumps up from the bed, exits the room, and slams the door behind him.

You didn’t need any more convincing when it came to seeing that he had a problem with drink, but that little tantrum just cemented it for you anyway and you frown at the closed door as if he could see you through the wood. Never mind what had happened just now, you had to get to work, so you chug the coffee he’d brought you, get dressed in silence, then pass him by without a word as you exit the trailer. The silent treatment wasn’t fun for either party, but he had to know that you couldn’t keep dealing with his drunken ass every night and cleaning up his mess whenever he puked; you weren’t his carer, you were his girlfriend, and he needed to grow up.

Usually he’d pop in to your work when he had the day off, but although you knew that he wasn’t in for the next two days there was no surprise visit, and the realisation of how serious this situation is was an upsetting shift in your mind.

Saturday was gig night again but as you wake up to find him missing, you spot him picking up a bottle of whiskey and taking a swig as you sit up and look through the open door.

“Eddie!” you call out, “what the hell are you doing?”

He turns to look at you but simply shrugs as he slides the bottle back across the worktop and walks further down the trailer out of sight.

“Whiskey for breakfast?!” you question as you rush out of the bedroom, pulling a robe around yourself as you take long strides towards him.

“It was just a sip.”

“But why? Why do you need to drink first thing in the morning? Is it me? Is there something going on at work? Tell me what’s so bad you feel as though you need to turn to drink as soon as you wake up, please,” you beg, getting on your knees in front of where he sits on the armchair.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. I just wanna.”

“Eddie,” you sigh quietly, trying to comfort him by placing your hands on his thighs, “I’m worried about you.”

He takes your hands in his but pushes them away before standing up and stepping around you, “well don’t be. I’m fine. It’s just the rock’n’roll lifestyle.”

You shake your head from side to side sadly before standing up and heading to the bedroom to get dressed for work, then you leave once again in a frosty silence as he sits on his own cuddling the bottle of whiskey close. Even when your shift is over you stay in town, heading to the nearest bar with the intent of drowning your sorrows but instead opting for a non alcoholic drink as you think back to Eddie caressing that bottle this morning; it was enough to put you off the stuff for life.

A figure soon comes stumbling through the door having started the party early and your heart sinks when you see it’s Eddie making his way clumsily over to you, his hand missing the bar a couple of times and almost ending up flat on the floor.

“So it’s okay for youuuu to drink then?” he slurs.

“It’s water.”

“Huh?”

“It’s water,” you repeat louder, shaking the glass in front of him, “we’re not all alcoholics like you.”

“Alco- alcoholic?!” he scoffs, “ha! Is it any wonder when I live with this… this fun sponge?!”

“Wow. Fun sponge?! Good one Eddie.”

You lift yourself off the bar stool and prepare to leave but he gets a hold of your arm to prevent you from walking away, “maybe I wouldn’t have to drink so much if you weren’t so wound up all the time and just let me have fun.”

“So I’m the problem, huh?” you clarify, releasing your arm from his grip.

“Yeah! Yeah you are!”

For a split second you become aware of your surroundings and the people in the bar watching the two of you, then you lower your voice and state very calmly, “then my possessions will be out of your way by the time you get back from the gig tonight… if you can even remember where you’re playing.”

A very purposeful bump into his shoulder is what you leave him with as you pass him by to go home and pack your things, and Eddie folds in on himself across the bar, resting his head on his arms as his backside finds a stool to rest on. You were glad of the walk home for once, letting out your anger at being completely humiliated in front of everyone there with each hard stomp of your foot on the ground. How dare he accuse you of being the problem, all you’d ever done was support the man and this was the thanks you got. You burst into the trailer, heading straight for the bedroom where you grab your suitcase from under the bed and begin to throw piles of your clothes into it one after the other.

“Fucking. Men. Shitfaced. Twat.” you yell with each item entering the case.

A pile of your belongings soon accumulates next to the door and just as you’re retrieving your toothbrush from the bathroom cabinet a very sheepish Eddie enters the trailer.

“I’m going now, wait outside if you really can’t stand the sight of me and my miserable demeanour.”

“(Y/N)… I…”

“Nah, no need to say anything. Just don’t drive drunk and kill someone… or yourself for that matter.”

“Please… just…”

“No,” you frown sternly, “after the humiliation I’ve just been through, I don’t want to hear anything you’ve got to say.”

“(Y/N) please…” he drops to his knees in front of you and rests his head on your stomach as his arms wrap around your waist tightly, “please don’t go.”

“You’re embarrassing yourself Eddie. Just let me go.”

“Never,” he mumbles, “I’m never going to let you go.”

“I’m sure you won’t notice the difference between me and a bottle of vodka.”

All of a sudden his face lifts to look up at you, his deep brown eyes filled with tears as you try and avoid any contact with them, “I’ll stop. Right now, I’ll stop. I promise. I’ll throw it all out, I’ll pour it down the sink, I’ll do whatever you want, please.”

“Eddie,” you sigh, his breath warming your stomach, “I just want you to be happy, and if that means we need time apart, then so be it.”

“No, no, no,” he protests, “I’m happiest when I’m with you, I am. I just think I got a little lost trying to navigate pretending I was a rock star.”

“How come you’re so sober now?” you question, your arms behind your back.

“The thought of losing you scared the alcohol away.”

“Did it now?” you asked with a questioning raise of one eyebrow.

He nods fervently, his chin rubbing your tummy with each movement his head makes, and you roll your eyes with a tut at his reply. Your gaze falls to the door behind him and it’s as if he can see what your mind is thinking which makes him jump up from the floor and block your view with his pleading face, “please, please stay. I can’t do life without you (Y/N), and I know I’ve been a fucking idiot, but I swear this is the last time.”

You stay quiet as you mull over what he’s saying, and he runs to the sink to begin pouring the bottles of liquor away, then wordlessly you push your suitcase back into the bedroom and he breathes a sigh of relief; a sigh that was tinged with the overwhelming smell of whiskey.

Request: Eddie’s band corroded coffin has gotten more recognition like there not famous but well known around Hawkins & nearby towns. Eddie’s been drinking a lot more now obviously after playing at bars he ends up drinking with his friends.

Slowly overtime it becomes a very regular thing he’s like always stumbling into him and his girlfriends trailer absolutely hammered and just really drunk. She starts noticing a change in his behaviour and just him in general and he’s drinking like every night. His girlfriend tries to talk to him about it but gets shut down immediately and he just gets really snappy. One morning they wake up and just start getting into the biggest argument about his drinking because he tries to start drinking first thing in the morning and she keeps telling him she’s just worried about him but he’s just being a dick about it. She just storms out and leaves for work. Meanwhile the whole day Eddie is just drinking his sorrows away

Later that night he stumbles into his girlfriends workplace maybe shes a bartender, hammered once again and just starts yelling at her and trying to talk about the argument they had that morning in front of her bosses and all the people in the bar and just like completely embarrassing her. Then you can decide what happens after that hahaha

[linafication]

@checksmicks it’s ya gilr

[disabledwarrior]

Yeah king dorephan zeldas alive in the castle wouldnt it be funny if everyone was alive except your beloved daughter

[katsidhe]

Top 5 Sam flinches.

7) 12.03. Mary hugs Sam and tells her sons she’s leaving. Sam watches her all the way up to the door, but he still flinches resoundingly when it shuts.

6) 12.09. Sam, alone in his cell, as the metal door slams shut on his isolation: iconic. Wonderful. Season 12 gets rights for this, for the horrible nervous tension that Sam carries in confinement. (it occurs to me that I could probably do a top five Door Flinches tbh.)

5) 13.21. AAAAAAH. The only reason I’m ranking this so low is because it doesn’t have a ton of psychological subtlety, especially not compared to the lovely scene that follows, which is relatively flinch-free (Sam is twitchy around Lucifer, as usual, but there aren’t big flinches that stand out). But its purpose isn’t subtlety: it’s a jumpscare, and a fantastic one. It’s made all the better for how intentional Lucifer was with it: the flashlight, the waiting in the dark. And Sam and I both got fucking terrified. 13.21 My Beloved. 

4) 14.18. Dean smashes an entire wooden chair. This has been a quietly building scene--both Sam and Cas have been trying to placate Dean. Then Rowena reveals Mary is gone for good, and I love how deliberate the focus is here on the violence of Deans wrath and grief. There is real fear in Sam’s eyes. It’s not of Dean directly, per se--not that Dean will hit him with a chair, but it is of Dean’s mood, of what violence he will channel his devastation into. Of what shape this newest pain will be. He’s right to be afraid, because that anger will be directed at Jack.

3) 13.18. Another Dean flinch, but this one is anger specifically at Sam. Sam’s just explained that there’s no archangel grace left for another portal, that he used it all to heal Gabriel. He could barely get the words out through the horrible silence--there’s no music, nothing to blunt the tension of Dean’s anger. Dean’s outburst and Sam’s flinch, when they come, are abrupt and deafening. Notice how here, Sam ducks his head down and looks away, how he’s trying to deflect, how he’s trying to breathe deep and not react.

2) 15.20. it’s the Toaster Flinch (tm) of myth and legend. Sam and isolation: the loneliness of him and his toaster and the way every tendon in his neck spasms when it goes off. He’s the only living person for miles and miles, he’s mired in his mind, and he can’t help these nervous, visceral physical reactions. The space here is what gets me: it’s framed so deliberately even though there isn’t a specific narrative reason for Sam to react to a toaster, not like Lucifer or Dean or a threat--just the piled on years and years of reasons, of grief and trauma and his vicious and inescapable hypersensitivity. 

1) 7.01-7.02 are SO FULL of Sam flinches that I couldn’t choose only one. There’s one every few minutes. The mark of an S-tier episode. Actually, Season 7 in general is a treasure trove, and I wanted to add ones from 7.15 and 7.17, but I’m trying to restrain myself at least a little bit here.

I love the way that, fresh out of a hallucination, he reacts to Dean not by pushing or hitting him, but quickly pulling back, hovering one hand over Dean’s arm and pushing his other against the wall for support. Like he’s wary of resisting or fighting even before he’s realized it’s Dean.

This one is just. Really really nice. Similar thing, where he pulls away and quickly stops. He’s hearing Lucifer’s voice and Dean’s.

UGH THIS ONE THOUGH. It’s my favorite. It’s so violent but understated. The way Sam’s eyes flick automatically to his hands, and then the way his face settles into something both hurt and reproachful, how his mouth tightens into this very nearly chastising little line. The way that it’s an intentional and obvious trick, it’s a form of mockery that Sam is very very used to but still can’t help but react to. It’s clearly a sick shared joke. The mutual understanding unspoken here, the history, drives me absolutely bonkers. It’s imprinted on the back of my eyelids.

[lemonpils]

~One Of Those Nights - Kaebedo

Summary: Albedo comes home from a long day at the lab, stressed out of his mind. He asks Kaeya for a certain type of relaxation, and he’s more than happy to help.

The door slammed, followed by slow footsteps down the hallway. A smirk fell on Kaeya’s face as he saw his beloved trudge into the living room. His hair was a mess, bags under his eyes, and it even seemed that he forgot his coat at the lab.

“My my~ Looks like someone had a long day. Are you alright my love?” Kaeya spoke, patting the seat beside him. Albedo nodded, sloppy footsteps carrying him to the couch. He plopped himself down, his dead weight causing Kaeya’s cushion to rise for a short period. “Bedo- honey. You need to sleep, why dont I carry you to b-” “No, I dont want to sleep yet. Im-...I just want to spend time with you for a bit.” Albedos words were slurred, his eyelids almost like cement. He could feel the stress in his muscles, and how stiff he had become. Todays work was quite the hassle, he made three trips from Dragonspine to Mondstadt due to a mix up in supplies. His energy was less to none, but he still wanted to curl up with his cold cutie of a boyfriend. 

“Ehm.. K-..Kaeya-?”

“Yes my love?”

“Are you ok with-.. Can you uhm..”

“Come on Bedy, spit it out~”

“Can you tickle me-?”

“Well of course I ca-... Wait what?”

The embarrassment hit, Albedo groaned and descended into a pillow where he hid his face. “Ahhg forget it-.. Nevermind..!” He said, seeing Kaeya’s surprised expression through his fingers. The bluenette gently leaned overtop of him, grazing his fingers across his side. “Oh but how could I forget such a cute request~! Of course I’ll tickle you Bedy Bee~” My god, Kaeya’s tone could kill you if you weren't trained to take it like Albedo. 

“You’ll what- ehAheh-! Hehehey! Wahahahait!” Albedo immediately dissolved into soft giggles as Kaeya fluttered his fingers along his sides. He knew Albedo didn’t have energy for rough tickles tonight, so he decides tonight would be full of light and playful ones. “Oh im sorry~ Is my little Bedo ticklish? I would never have thought~!” Kaeya snickered, his hands gently walking up and down his stomach. Which produced the lightest and most adorable giggles hes heard in a while.”Pffteheheaha~! Ihihit tihihckles... Kahaheyahaehehe!” Kaeya’s heart melted, Albedo wasnt even fighting back, his hands were above his head on his own accord. Kaeya’s fingers trailed up his ribs, earning some squeaks and squeals from the alchemist. It wasnt until he reached his underarms- Kaeya had to pin him. “EhehEHeHEheheaha! Nohohoheheahaha!” Albedos back arched, the bluenette had his arms pinned above his head, and was trailing the most slow and gently tickles he could manage. 

The perfect recipe for a giggly Albedo.

“Ehehehaha! Ihihit tihihickles- hehehaha!” 

“Fufu~ I know it does silly! Doesn't it feel nice?”

“Yehehes! Hehehehaha! Eheheek!”

“D’aw im glad! Maybe I’ll just stay on this spot for a bit~”

“Yehehes plehehease! Ghehehaha!” 

At this point, Kaeya’s heart was reduced to mush.

His blunt nails scritched and scratched along his bare underarms, swirling and skittering all around. The gentle tickles caused a few tears to spew from Albedo’s eyes, not that he minded though, he was really enjoying this. He could feel the tension leaving his muscles, all the stress from the day melting off. “Tickle tickle tickle~ You’re so giggly love!” Kaeya teased, using a single finger to scratch right in the middle of his underarm. “NAhAEHahaha! OhohOhoKAhaAy-!” Albedos voice began to strain as he kept giggling, and Kaeya knew that he was reaching his limit for the night. He slowed his fingers to a stop, and scooped the smaller man up into his arms. “Well then, how was that love?” Kaeya glanced down at his boyfriend, his red face, messy hair, his tired smile..

God he loved him.

“Ihiht was really nihice- thahank you daharling..” Albedo burried his face into Kaeya’s chest, resulting in a light giggle from the bluenette. “Good, now then- lets get to bed.” 

“Kaeya..?”

“..Yes?”

“I love you..-”

Albedo felt their lips meet.

“As do I, my love.”

THE END

[artemis-pendragon]

wait if you have the time would you mind expanding on the parallels between achilles and patroclus and the ships you mentioned?

OH GOD YES I WOULD LOVE TO THANKS FOR ASKING!! The English Major in me jumped out so here's an absolute novel lmao:

Hannibal/Will:

Hannibal and Will are the easiest to draw direct parallels to because they are textually compared to Achilles and Patroclus in canon. Hannibal draws himself as Achilles and Will as Patroclus, then (because apparently he’s never heard of subtlety) shows it to Will.

Hannibal says that hiding and revealing identities is a major theme in the Iliad. Will asks Hannibal to reveal himself to Jack Crawford; in the same episode, Hannibal begins to suspect that Will has betrayed him, hiding his true intentions behind a façade to bait Hannibal into being captured by the FBI. However, Will isn’t even sure himself what his real intentions and identity is, and eventually betrays the FBI and runs away with Hannibal.

After Hannibal realizes that Will betrayed him (which is also the episode after he talks about how they’re like Achilles and Patroclus), he stabs Will in the stomach. Patroclus was killed after being stabbed in the stomach.

Hannibal and Will’s blurring identities is a major theme throughout the show. Just as Patroclus takes on Achilles’s identity on the field of war, Will takes on Hannibal’s identity in many ways—both intentionally, and unintentionally.

Patroclus dies wearing Achilles’s armor. Will is accused of being the Chesapeake Ripper, imprisoned, and could have been executed for Hannibal’s crimes if Hannibal hadn’t interfered.

Hannibal is a god-adjacent character, while Will is his more human counterpart. Will is Hannibal’s tether to his humanity, just as Patroclus is Achilles’s.

Just like Achilles couldn’t stand to be parted from Patroclus, Hannibal chose to let Will pull him off a cliff to their (probable) deaths. Hannibal would rather die with Will than live without him.

There is a significant amount of water imagery in this show. Will especially has a lot of ties to water: he likes to fish (his mind palace is initially shown to be a stream); he’s knowledgeable about boats and sailing (he sails across the Atlantic to find Hannibal); his dreams and hallucinations often include water and/or blood; he pulled Hannibal off a cliff into the ocean in a last ditch attempt to kill them both; etc. The story of Achilles also has lots of water-related motifs since Achilles’s mother, Thetis, is a sea nymph/goddess of water.

Hannibal didn’t become overtly vicious and violent toward the Great Red Dragon until he threatened to kill (and then actually stabbed) Will. Then he went totally feral and (literally) ripped Dolarhyde’s throat out. This reminds me of Achilles losing his mind and killing then mutilating Hector after Hector killed Patroclus.

Steve/Bucky:

Steve and Bucky have the “legendary beloved heroic superhuman soldier” and “childhood friend turned war companion” parallel down to a T. Steve is like Achilles: he is a born soldier who wants to fight for his country, starting out idealistic and becoming worn down and jaded by war over time. Bucky is far more reluctant to go to war but follows Steve back onto the battlefield because he believes in Steve and wants to keep him safe—especially from his own reckless righteousness. This is very similar to Patroclus’s desire to follow Achilles to war mostly out of a desire to protect and guide him away from his self-destructive, hot-headed tendencies.

Just as Patroclus put on Achilles’s armor to fight (and die) in his place on the battlefield, Bucky picks up and wields Steve’s shield just before he falls off the train to his apparent death.

Steve starts out saying that he doesn’t want to kill anybody, but after Bucky “dies”, he vows not to stop until every member of Hydra is either killed or captured. This is similar to Achilles’s reaction to Patroclus’s death, where he goes mad with grief and kills everyone in his path to get to Hector, who he then violently kills.

Additionally, after killing Hector, Achilles continues to fight recklessly until someone kills him. Similarly, Steve keeps fighting to stop Hydra but ultimately goes down with the aircraft carrying the bombs, allowing himself to drown/freeze. There’s probably ways he could have gotten out of that situation, but instead he kind of just gives in and lets himself “die” (at least that’s my interpretation).

The Captain America movies also have some interesting water imagery. Bucky falls to his “death” in a ravine, most likely falling into the frozen stream. Steve “drowns” after he crashes the plane into the ocean; in The Winter Soldier, Steve falls from the helicarrier into the Potomac, and Bucky jumps in after him. Again, the story of Achilles also contains water-related motifs due to Achilles’s mother being a sea nymph; I’m sure I could write an entire essay about these parallels before I figure out how to verbalize why this is interesting, but I’m too lazy to right now lol.

Arthur/Merlin:

Again, just like with Steve and Bucky, this is an obvious case of “famous royal golden hero of legends” and “less well-known but ultimately extremely important companion who follows him to war”. Like Achilles and Patroclus, Arthur and Merlin meet before Arthur is a famous warrior and become friends long before the “big war” that ultimately tears them apart.

Arthur and Achilles might be the famous warriors, but Merlin and Patroclus are the kind-hearted, brave, fiercely loyal companions who serve both as a fellow warrior on the battlefield, and as a moral compass. Just as Achilles looks to Patroclus for advice and as a tether to the humility and importance of humanity in the face of a great destiny, Arthur looks to Merlin.

Both Patroclus and Merlin seem at first to be ordinary men who (in the eyes of most casual observers) aren’t worthy of Achilles/Arthur’s friendship. However, they both become legendary figures of their own, without whom their legendary heroic counterparts would never have survived.

As I mentioned in the section about Hannibal and Will, the theme of hiding and revealing identities is very important in the story of Achilles and Patroclus. One of the biggest plot points in Merlin is that Merlin can’t reveal that he has magic; he doesn’t do so until the last episode, once Arthur has been mortally wounded.

Just as Patroclus always believed that Achilles would live up to his great destiny, Merlin always believed in Arthur. And even though Arthur didn’t know about Merlin’s true potential and role in his rise to the throne, Arthur believed that Merlin was one of the best, most courageous men he’d ever met. This reminds me o Achilles referring to Patroclus as Philtatos (in The Song of Achilles), meaning “best of men”.

In an inverted parallel, Arthur is the one who is stabbed and ultimately dies. Although Achilles does eventually die in war, it isn’t until after Patroclus dies. It is then implied that they will eventually meet again someday, just as Achilles and Patroclus would meet again in the afterlife after their ashes were mingled together.  

Dean/Cas:

In this relationship, Dean is very much the “reckless hero with a pre-ordained-by-the-gods destiny who is actually very flawed and carries a lot of self-doubt” and Cas is the “companion with a heart of gold who is almost embarrassingly devoted to the hero and will do anything for him”.

For Dean/Cas, there is also the parallel of struggling with a toxic parental figure who demands too much while also being emotionally absent and manipulative. For Dean, this is John Winchester, and for Achilles, this is Thetis. Cas also struggles with his relationship with his father (who is literally God lmao) and his desire to be a good soldier vs. his desire to do what’s right and to protect the man he loves.

Patroclus strives to help Achilles see that he’s more than just a weapon, and Cas and Dean both do this for each other: Dean helps Cas realize that he’s more than just another emotionless soldier of heaven, and Cas helps Dean realize he’s more than “daddy’s blunt instrument” (the phrasing of which I will still be laughing at in my grave. Thanks, CW.)

Dean’s godly destiny as Michael’s vessel is determined before he’s even born. Achilles’s godly destiny is also determined before he’s born, and neither one really has any say in it.

Patroclus ultimately dies in Achilles’s place, and Cas does the same for Dean many times. When Cas decides to help Dean escape heaven and try to save Sam and stop the apocalypse, he sacrifices himself to help Dean get away. Of the many times Cas puts his life on the line, it’s usually either to help Dean, or to save him. This is reminiscent of how Patroclus did almost everything not in the name of winning the war, or even the greater good (although he was obviously a good person), but to protect Achilles and keep him from getting himself killed.

Whenever Cas is dead, Dean’s mental health visibly deteriorates. He becomes more violent and unpredictable—a worse version of himself—just as Achilles did after Patroclus died.

Just as Patroclus acts as a tether to humanity for Achilles, Cas and Dean both act as tethers to humanity for each other. Cas pulls Dean out of Hell, restoring his humanity, and Dean helps Cas shrug off his emotionless angel identity and find some humanity of his own.

TLDR: Reckless blonde hero (or villain) with a legendary destiny/reputation and badass fighting skills + their viciously loyal brunette companion-slash-lover who's willing to die for them at a moment's notice = good shipping material

[tsurangaconundrum]

Insp by this art. claire meets s1 dean (beloved). I won’t write a real fic but I will get really close. Episode concept under the cut. 

Opens on claire, now 23, visiting the bunker and Dean and Cas with Kaia. 

They came to sort through bins of old bmol magic stuff whatever 

Claire’s headphones are in. Playing Body of Years by Mother Mother 

She opens a box labelled deactivated. magic bone sends you back in time for 24 hours idrc, this is a plot device. magic. time travel

She touches it. Zoops out of view. End scene. 

(see the skin disappear / and the blood turns to stone / in a body of years, now a pile of bones) 

Now she’s on the street, midday, going “what the hell”

Walks around and finds a library where she picks up a newspaper 

Newspaper says the date is August 20, 2005 

There’s been a gruesome couple of murders recently, very bloody. hearts missing. 

She puts down the newspaper, looks around and she sees him. 

Dean Winchester, 26 years old. 

She walks over (of course). 

He’s guarded. Leather jacket too large and eyes so young. Flashes a smile. Do I know you, sweetheart? 

I- sorry, you just- remind me of someone I know. 

Oh-kay. Well. Lovely as it is to meet you, I’ve got to get going. Business. 

Oh. Are you here about the hunt? Cas brand bluntness for the win. 

His smile hardens, freezes like ice. “What’re you talking about.” It’s not a question. 

I am too. A hunter. I’m here about the… she glances at the newspaper. Werewolf. That’s why... I’m here. 

Dean’s almost hopeful. He’s lonely, been alone so long. His dad hasn’t so much as called in months. 

Oh. Do you wanna like, work it together? He looks so small. 

He isn’t yet the man that claire knows, strong arms, broad chest not grown into yet. Sharp smile more boyish charm than anything else. 

I don’t know, I don’t want to… she doesn’t want to meet John Winchester. All Dean’s stories seemed to end with him. Do you usually hunt with strangers? 

Well. It’s just me right now so... some backup.... would be good. His voice wavers but his smile stays still, smirking and cocksure.

I’m only here today, got family. Waiting. But okay. Sure. She tells him this and his eyes light up quietly. 

I’m short on werewolf killing supplies. You got an extra silver bullet? I’m Claire. She doesn’t want to give herself away, her future self. Claire Nolan.

Dean Smith. Eyebrow raised. He sees the lie. 

There’s a cop outside. He glares at them in the leather jackets and spiky hair coming out of the library. Once they walk by, both roll their eyes in unison, spot the other, and burst out laughing. 

They go to the Impala. 

She’s a beaut, huh? 67 Chevy Impala (insert more car stats)

Yeah. A uh, a friend of mine’s been teaching me all about old cars like this. How to drive ‘em, what to do with them. He... has an Impala too.

Your friend has great taste then. 

They whatever talk about the case, his plan is to visit a farm that night, see about drawing the werewolf out, killing it. Go to his motel, figure out the guns and bullets situation, put it in the trunk. 

They do action, kick ass, kill a werewolf that charges at them, they get splattered in blood for the sexy final girl energy of it all. 

Claire is the one to take it down, shot to the chest. Dean is very impressed. Feels good to know she’s on nearly even skill level with him, past him. 

As they get into the car again Dean’s throwing his head back, laughing at some joke she made or something, he’s so young. He looks so young. 

She pauses, staring at him. He’s never looked like this before. 

What? Got something on my face? He points at the blood all over it. 

No. just. Really remind me of someone I know… 

Claire looks through his tapes for the drive back to his motel. She finds MCRs first album I brought you my bullets you brought me your love. She puts it in and tells him she loves this band. 

He grins, free and easy, rolls down the windows. Opening of track one, Romance, starts. 

They go to the motel again. Settle into the room, clean up the blood (as best as she can, no change of clothes but hey, she’ll be back home soon)

Dean has a nasty scratch on his chest. She cleans it up. No anti-possession tattoo yet but plenty of scars she’s never seen. 

How’d you get this scar over here? 

Heh, 15 year olds don’t run that fast, even with a rugaru on their tail. 

He was 15. And his dad had him playing bait for a rugaru. She could kill this man. We all could. 

They finish up and Dean turns on the tv. Star trek is on. 

Yeah, the show’s great. I’ve been watching when I could for years. 

Hey, how come it’s just you? Hunting solo seems kinda…. She thinks back to all her own hunts, maybe a fun montage. Dangerous and you’re…. Claire doesn’t want to say young. She says it anyway. 

I’m older than you kid. I’m 26, older than you and you’re out here on your own. 

I’ve got family waiting. Told you earlier. 

Yeah? Almost challenging. Me too. Well, my brother’s off at college. He’s not a hunter, but my dad’s busy. I’m doing my own thing at the moment. He smiles, too cheerful. It’s great. Though… I could be persuaded otherwise… 

He’s a stupid slut. He’s hitting on her. Her face is horrified. This guy is like 2/3s of the way to being her dad and he just hit on her. 

She blurts. I’m gay. She thinks you’re way too old for me. 

It is 2005. He is so closeted. He freezes. Oh. kay. Cool. That’s. Uh. So… women huh? 

His whole body is tense. So tense. She wants to tell him. It’s okay. I know. You’re gonna fall in love with this guy though. He’s gonna love you back. You’re gonna be so happy. Instead she says.

Yeah. Women. 

They sit in silence. Let Kirk do the talking for them. 

It’s the morning, the next day. They have breakfast at a diner and he offers a ride wherever she needs to go.  

No but uh, you gonna keep going alone? 

Open road, you kidding me? Can’t wait. 

Yeah. Sure. Stay safe, okay? 

As Dean gets into the impala, background music comes on again. She watches him go as the chorus to Mars the God of War by The Beths plays. 

( I wish that I could wish you well / I wish that I could wish you well / Instead I'm hitting my head and hitting backspace on / Can't you just go to hell? / Can’t you just go to hell )

She is zooped. Future time again. Maybe 5 seconds have passed. She (bloodstained now, dirty), runs out of the room. Finds Dean. Crushes him into a hug. 

( Position changing, never engaging / It's not just the dawn that's breaking / It's not just the dawn that's breaking )

Roll Credits

Details I don’t describe above but think are so important to the episode:

Claire is wearing a brown leather jacket in a similar style to dean’s but. and this is key. hers fits well. 

Claire is also wearing a band shirt. You can pick one for yourself in your fantasy, mine has her in a The Royal They shirt. 

Future dean is going to give the Impala to Claire soon. He’s been teaching her how to fix her, how to tell when something is wrong. 

Dean is gay in this fic. I love bi dean. In this he’s gay. 

[whyjm]

Why I did not like the Spn finale

This is gonna be a long post..

I cannot get over my thoughts about how it ended and how bad I feel about it. I am so angry, sad and feel so utterly disappointed, I cannot wrap my mind around how this was supposed to be a satisfying tying up emotional archs ending??? Bc it was so far away from satisfying I would laugh if I was not presently crying over it..

There are several things that irked me a lot. Many people have voiced the problems of this show and its ending much more eloquently than I will ever be able to do.. But I gotta get these fucking thoughts and feelings out of my system.

I have been with Spn since the first episode aired. I am a straight woman, I don’t have to fight for representation, I don’t have to worry about coming out and being accepted for who I am, I don’t have the daily struggles of feeling anxious or depressed or suicidal or not being able to be who I am. I am lucky that way!

To me love is love and all love should be equal! And I stand with all who struggle and all who are not free to be who they are. I see you and I love you and I support you fully!!!

To see my friends having to fight, and then on top of that have a show that has meant so much to so many people be butchered and have a negative last message sent out, in its last 36 minutes of its life … It is a hard pill to swallow.

Cas and Dean  

In 15x18 we got to have a beautiful confession from Cas to Dean where Cas tells Dean he loves him and we know this is romantic love bc Cas begins by saying that the one thing I want I know I can’t have and then later I love you. Also Misha confirming it! This scene made me ugly cry so hard bc FINALLY.. (BUT what is missing from it.. the editing is strange.. bc Cas pushes Dean to the right but he falls to the left. Dean has no tears in his eyes while he looks straight at Cas when he talks, but he has tears in his eyes when he looks over his shoulder and see the empty. So what in this scene has been cut away and WHY?) Misha and Jensen did a great job with this and Cas got to find peace in just speaking his truth...  And it was beautiful to watch and after having seen Dean sitting sobbing on the floor the natural and logical continuation of this would have been to in the next episode address this, but in episode 19 no such thing happened. And I wondered where did Dean’s grief go where did his CARE for Cas go?? Dean who has been depressed and suicidal when Cas have died before is all of sudden cold and act like nothing have happened at least nothing that affected him very deeply.. It felt disconnected and strange. And it continued on like that and it felt very strange to NOT address such a HUGH plot point. It’s not enough to have Dean say to Chuck to bring Cas back or to see him wasted out of his mind, or hugging a dog like his emotional wellbeing depends on it.. This is not resolution or addressing it.

All of season 15 has felt like the relationship between Cas and Dean has been in focus and important to the overall arch of the season, and explored and then all of a sudden all traces of it are just ripped away, erased completely.. To have a confession like this go unacknowledged to me is poor writing bc you do not leave this big of a thing hanging in the air without resolution (fine you can argue Cas got resolution but I feel that no Cas did not get resolution either bc his feelings SHOULD have gotten a response no matter what that response was.. Dean did not, we never got to hear or see his version or his thoughts about it.)

I was thinking narratively they HAVE to address this, Deans thoughts and reactions to this gotta be shown. They HAVE to resolve this, acknowledge it. I have been sure a long time they would NEVER have Dean reciprocate Cas love  but keep it in subtext bc they are too fucking chickenshit to do that but at least have Dean talk about Cas….. that I expected him to do.. But it was not done in 19. I got the horrible feeling in my gut that they are not gonna resolve this they are gonna fuck this up, they are gonna go full brothers only and not give a fuck they are gonna push Cas out and show no care. Then we come to the final episode and boy howdy is there a lot to unpack with this episode.

(I had watched the long road home before the finale and when I watched that I KNEW that the end was going to be a letdown I felt it in all of me that I was gonna be disappointed. And I was proven right. And I have so many thoughts all jumbled up around each other that I don’t know in which end to start so sorry if what follows is incoherent and rambly.. )

15x20 - The end  

20 felt like a FILLER episode, right up until Dean’s death scene I was bored and was seriously considering turning my computer of and just not watch. (A finale should be as engaging and emotionally packed like episode 18 was. I refuse to acknowledge 20 as the end.. To me it ended on 19. That wrapped things up. Not completely satisfying but hell of a lot better than the disaster that 20 is.) But then Dean was impaled on that rusty spike thingy and I was watching with attention. I GET why they did Deans death the way they did, even if that is one shitty death for Dean and could have been fixed so he did not die.. I get what they wanted to get out of it: a brothers sad moment that they turned into a irksome thing. I actually cringed about the head thing and the hands and the farming of it all just urgh I got sick to my stomach watching that. What should have been a beautifully sad moment was put together in a romantic coded way and that to me ruined the heartfelt goodbye. Bc you do not touch and hold a dying family member like that. I KNOW I have said goodbye to my fair share of loved ones that I have loved soo deeply, but the thought of touching like that NO no way.. And also they have NEVER done that forehead touch in previous deaths, so to do this now just felt irksome.

They killed Dean a character that has struggled his whole life with being daddy’s blunt little instrument, who has self-worth issues and are suicidal, who has never lived for his own sake but have only ever lived to protect and raise another, he continues to put others before himself though (up until the last couple of seasons where we have seen them both break away from this toxic behavior). Finally he was allowed to LIVE and have a life that was not controlled, not running in a hamster wheel like a fucking puppet on a string. He was Free of all of that. He was free to go after what HE wanted for himself and what Dean wanted was LOVE, in my mind its perfectly clear that Dean loves Cas back bc that is what the story have been telling us.. its right there and the story do not make sense without it. Many others have done a great job at talking about this and describe this way better than me. So I leave further discussion about that topic to them.

Dean was looking for a job.  The angel Dean has loved since purgatory told him that he loved him and then died sacrificing himself to SAVE Dean yet again and then Dean dies a few days later.. How is this doing justice to Dean and what the hell kind of message does this send out to the ones watching?? They are saying it does not matter if you fight, your destiny is written for you and the only relief and comfort you will have will be death. They are saying Meh don’t fight it’s better to die bc it does not matter what you do. This is one of the fucked up messages this godawful ending sent to all those who have identified with Dean and Cas throughout the years.

They also say Cas who has been part of the story for 12 years is not important enough to have there, they IGNORED Cas, a mention in passing does not do justice to a character that has been crucial to the boys lives for 12 years. Dean Screamed in Sam’s face CAS IS FAMILY, Dean was destroyed when Cas died, he was hurt when Cas left bc everyone leaves Dean, Sam missed Cas etc… but still not important enough to show up in heaven in the last episode greeting first Dean and then Sam to heaven.. PFT…

To leave Cas and Misha out of the FINALE of a show that he has been part of for 12 years is so fucking disrespectful to Cas, to Misha and ALL the fans who love and adore both. It also makes no sense since  they all say how beloved Cas and Misha are. and don’t go fucking covid made it impossible bc the last scene with all those people without masks.. No that is just lying liars who lie…Covid my ass! This angers me a lot.

Family do end in ONLY blood apparently…..  

(And maybe lead to a lot of viewers for walker???  hence this very nice shirltess Sam scene............. ) shirtless Sam is always good though so no complaining here.

We see Sam and the dog give Dean a hunters funeral.. NO OTHERS are there?  How is it possible that none of the found family wouldn’t want to be there and show up?? Jack has restored everyone but still only Sam and the dog are there, no Eileen, no Jody and the girls, Donna, Garth, and the list goes on and on. Bc they wanna hammer in harder that supernatural has ever only ever been about two brothers and no one else matters ever.. It does not matter that this has not been true since the earlier seasons. The show of course is about Sam and Dean’s lives and journey through life, and I have loved to follow along on their journey.  BUT it was a long time ago this was the ONLY thing that mattered (bc if it had only been about the brothers the show would NOT have gone on for this long). Along the way they have picked up FOUND Family, and the message of the show has been Family don’t end in blood, Always Keep Fighting. But this last episode reverted back to season 1 and disregarded ALL character growth and storytelling of the past 12 years and went with fuck it ONLY Sam and Dean are important. So the next fucked up message they sent where: There is no Family don’t end in blood.. The only family that matters is blood. And then they have the balls to say Always Keep Fighting.. Are they fucking kidding????

Character development…….. who????  

Sam lives on after Dean dies and we get a montage of his life where he look miserable and is shown to not being able to get over that Dean died. We get a blurry wife and a kid named Dean. In his house there are photos of ONLY himself, Dean and their parents and maybe one of his son? Don’t remember all the details and refuse to watch that episode ever again. But no friends, no family, no happy moments are shown, it looked like a very lonely life. He dies with only his son there.. WHERE are Sam’s friends??? This montage of Sam’s supposed happy life is NOT happy bc he is not able to get over that Dean is dead, he can’t live a  happy life bc Dean is not there - again something that irked me and felt disrespectful to all the growth Sam and Dean have gone through. It was toxic codependency all the way through and that is not satisfying to watch. Especially since the brothers had actually broken that dependency. Sam had broken free, Sam have through the years wanted to get away from Dean and live his life as he wants and then he was happy…We have a moment way back in season 5 maybe? Where Sam runs away and this is shown as one of his happy moments in dark side of the moon.. No Dean in his happy places, Sam having thanksgiving with his girlfriend and her family, Sam alone with a dog. We have Sam and Amelia when Dean was in purgatory. So Sam IN text have been shown being able to be happy without Dean so why could he not do it this time?? Makes no sense! You can grieve but still have a good life.. But they CHOSE to show it like Sam was miserable bc Dean was dead and life was not worth living happily without Dean there..

The brothers have lately interacted like two individual adults, separated from each other, making their own decisions and trusting each other in making them, they wanted different things in life. And seriously WHERE DID EILEEN GO?? Why was Sam not reunited with Eileen that he some eps previous was shown to love, no instead they had blurry wife which feels like such a cop out. Sam did not get to live a happy fulfilling life and why did Sam not deserve to live a happy life with Eileen??? I know they are blaming corona for a lot of things missing in the finale that they intended.. BUT and this is a BIG BUT remember Jensen did not like the ending it did not sit well with him, he had a hard time digesting it, he objected to the ending! He spoke about that dying in battle would not be a satisfying ending - see the video of him talking about this at SDCC 2019. There is so much more to say about this but other people have voiced it so much better than I ever could so I move on to the next issue.

Dean in heaven  

Dean when he first arrives there happens upon Bobby who tells him John and Mary lives down the road and that Rufus and Arheta lives around there too. I hope Bobby’s wife was indoors, and that Jack with the help of Cas fixed heaven.  To this Dean only smirk/smiles.. and then Dean sees baby and goes for a drive ALONE with the words he will be here soon from Bobby again Sam is the only one that ever matter PFT. Dean who found a home in the bunker alongside Sam, Cas and Jack who told John: I have a family and that he was happy with himself and his life…. Spends his time endlessly driving around alone just waiting for Sam to appear.. ALL of Deans growth is thrown out the window.. he is reduced to salad dressing. Deans only purpose is to live for his brother and cannot possibly have what he WANTS for himself not even in death. He drives around for who knows how many years until Sam dies. HOW is this justice to DEAN? How is this a good and satisfying ending for Dean. Dean who wanted to LIVE, Dean who wanted to experience people in new ways, who had let go of Sam and saw Sam as his own person, now in heaven only drives around waiting for Sam to get there having no life or meaning of his own. It pisses me off to no end that they reverted back to toxic codependent Sam is all that is important to Dean shit.. They have broken away from this shit years ago and this is how they choose to end it right back at the beginning..

Now what is the point of telling  a story of growth and love and life if all that that journey amounts to is ending up at the exact point it started on?? You can watch season 1 and 2 and then this finale and it makes sense.. But having watched season 1-15 this ending does great injustice to the characters and the story. Again many others have written way better posts about this that expresses the great disappointment and hurt that is being screamed everywhere right now.

The Actors

I want to add the performance of all actors through the years, the love and care they have poured into their characters are amazing I have loved every bit of that journey. I love Jared, Jensen and Misha, and all the others for their amazing work and that is maybe why it hurts so much it ended in this way!

[billiewena]

Thinking about a slightly alternate 13x04 where the shapeshifter (the bad one, not Mia Vallens my beloved) continues the episode’s theme of turning into its victims’ recently deceased loved ones by transforming into Castiel.

It’s a 1-2 punch for obvious mid-Widow Arc reasons but also for an episode all about the relationships the three of them never got to have with their parents (Mary in their case, Kelly and Cas in Jack’s case.)

It starts when Sam briefly mentions Cas in the session while discussing how Dean hasn’t been processing his grief (revealing their mom isn’t the only one they’ve “lost” recently.) After Sam leaves the room, Mia namedrops him while calling out Dean. He’s of course very blunt and vague about it.

When Jack shows Mia his mom’s prerecorded message, it’s a portion of the video we haven’t seen where Kelly briefly mentions Cas by name. Mia asks about him and Jack explains that Cas was also his father. However, not only did he never get to meet him...he doesn’t even know what he looks like. The most he saw was through Kelly. He believes that he was a good person though. This is of course happening in-between all the scenes of Cas getting reprimanded by The Empty for his mistakes and regrets.

The episode continues as normal, with the Mia!Kelly scene and the shapeshifter knocking Dean out and taking his form (getting access to all his memories as a result) to attack Jack & Mia. When he notices Dean wake up and him trying to wake Jack up too, he decides to get him to shut up by taking on another form — Cas.

Dean goes silent and tries to compose himself because he knows it’s just a shifter, but his face gives him away. Shifter!Cas sees enough to taunt him and use his reaction to claim that the work Mia’s doing clearly isn’t helping people at all.

Jack comes to and is confused why Dean is acting different but tries to get them out of the cuffs all the same. Sam arrives and says “Cas?” when he sees the shifter. Jack realizes whose form he’s in and why Dean’s reaction was that way. He hesitates to kill him but Dean grimly reminds Jack that it’s not really him...it’ll never be able to be him.

The shifter still shoots, Jack still stops it and Sam still gets the kill. Mia also still offers to take care of the body both because she sees it as her responsibility and because she’d know it’ll cause pain for them. It’s noticeably hard for Dean to look at dead Shifter!Cas but Jack does take him in one last time while he still can because this is the only chance he thinks he’ll get (this also explains why he recognizes Cas in 13x06 but that’s besides the point.)

Later on at the bunker after Dean tells him he did a good job, Jack stops him and asks, “Dean? What was Castiel like?”

Dean hesitates but says something along the lines of, “He was...intense. Powerful. Naive. Impulsive. A little weird. But caring. And good.” Before leaving the room he adds, “He was a lot like you.”

[agusvedder]

I DON’T CARE if this doesn’t get any notes. I need to vent.

My name is Agustina, I’m 27 years old. I’m a nonbinary, queer, latinx person, parent of a 4 year old, non-verbal authistic child. I suffer from depression and anxiety.

I’m 9 thousand kilometers away from the woman I love.

I’m not a victim. I am a minority. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

I started watching Supernatural in 2015, you know, being a stay-at-home parent, who dropped her career and her job to live the first years of their child, there wasn’t much I could do in my free time but to watch a show. I caught a few episodes of season 11 on tv and then I decided to start from zero. I always acknowledged how problematic it was in terms of representation, but always saw small threads of light filtering in the message it sent, recognizing how its writers were trying to shed a little light, creating a jenga tower of storylines and new characters, only to be thrown away by poor, useless deaths and the erasure of said characters.

Since my first run on season 1 I related to Dean. I saw myself on him. (I will never be as brave and cool as him tho, never ever, but his personality traits, some of his family issues, his self worth issues, his loneliness, his unaddressed childhood trauma, his growth in a circle of violence, his reticence to address his feelings until he explodes?... Yeah. There are days where my girlfriend makes fun of me saying “Ok Dean”). I kept looking up to Dean in his geekiness, in his way he always put his life on the line to protect the people he loves and put them always first… even in the supernatural side of the storyline, he still was profoundly human and abnegated to the people in his life. Also because I’m deeply in love with Castiel but that’s another subject. Thanks to this show, I’ve found people in my own country who now I recognize as my family beyond SPN, who helped me accept myself the way I am, who are always there for me. My found family, my chosen family. Because family don’t end in blood, because family cares about you, not only for what you can do for them, because that’s what all of us have in common, and why this show resonated as strongly as it did for us. That’s why we found each other and ourselves in the process, in a circle of love, support, non-judgement and willingness to find a family in ourselves when our own blood relatives ignored us, abused us, refused to recognize us. We’ve found love and family. I’ve found the woman with whom I wanna spend the rest of my life with because of this show.

That’s the power of this story. I know my small circle is not the only one who lived this, who continues to live it.

I can talk about this forever, but there’s something I wanna talk about specifically here. When the ending aired.. what I felt was… like a bucket of cold water was thrown over my head. You know when your parents come home, or call you and give you the devastating news that someone you love died? that exact feeling. The adrenaline, the heartbreak, the feeling of loss. 

The whole season 15 and 15 years of storyline were completely overturned. The misogyny the writers tried so hard to erase, it was there again, in a faceless woman who was supposed to represent the person a lead chose to spend the rest of his life with, reduced to a lilac dress, a blurry face and a uterus. We never seen acknowledged the existence of Eileen Leahy, Sam Winchester’s romantic interest since season 11, his perfect partner whose disability wasn’t an obstacle for her to be a badass hunter. (BUT COVID!! <- No. Eileen Leahy appeared in two episodes this season without Shoshannah being on set: Last Holiday and Despair. If they wanted to include her, they would have. They didn’t because they don’t give a FUCK). Sam Winchester is an academic, a witch, a leader, a powerful hunter, a kind human being, and the ending that was given to him was living an unfulfilled life, dying at a ridiculous young age, having a son only to replace his dead brother? It was sad. Sammy deserved better. He always did.

My beloved Dean Winchester, who I love so deeply, who taught me a lot about myself, about life, love, family, about *ejem* VICIOUS CIRCLES and the power of breaking free from them, of learning to embrace one’s self, our real tastes, our real identity, to come out of a shadow of being reduced to someone’s caretaker instead of having an identity of our own, to spend life loving family the healthy amount.. well, he was killed in a ridiculous way, on a milk run of a hunt.  After being eager and ready to kill himself so many times. After all he’s been through, after saying he’s good with who he is, after considering retirement, after standing up to his dad, saying he already has a family, ready to cut the “I’m Okay” bullshit, address his feelings, his trauma, don’t letting those define him. He deserved better. He always wanted a family, he always wanted to break free from the version of himself he was created to be, “daddy’s blunt little instrument” (For fuck’s sake, he even said it in the same show 10’ before dying, man. If we don’t keep living, the sacrifice the people who died for us did, was for nothing). Are you telling me this man really would refuse his brother to call an ambulance? Refused his brother to get the first aid kit even knowing it was more serious than his brother thought? He was ready to live. He CHOSE life, and at the end his choice was stripped away from him. He clearly was a bisexual man and they never explored it.

Cas. The misfit. The fish outside of the water. Ambiguous gender and sexuality. Finally makes a homosexual declaration of love after all he’s been through. After being brainwashed, used, suicidal, isolated. After telling Sam and Dean he loved them more than once, that they meant everything for him. After confessing he’s been in love with Dean since he pulled him out of hell…. Was erased from the story. Erased, literally. Two emotionless mentions aren’t enough for a 12 year old family member who pulled both brothers out of hell, who died for them more than once, who until 2 seasons ago he didn’t even feel like he belonged there ‘cause he was never told he was loved. No one ever told him “I love you” back. Not Jack, not Sam, not Dean, not Mary. No one. Ever. And still, he died for love. And with his death, he was erased from the finale, being that the first finale Castiel wasn’t in since his appearance on the show. He deserved better. 

All roads lead to Rome and you know what we got at the end of that road? a bottomless pit of NOTHING. The building up towards a different end isn’t just in s15. It’s been there for years and years. And if you watch the show, you see it at plain sight.

 

Sam Winchester hurried to die to reunite with his brother in heaven EVEN WHEN HE SPENT 30 MORE YEARS WITH A WIFE AND A KID he only wanted to die to go back to his brother? it’s insane, it’s ridiculous. That’s not what the show has been about for seasons now. SEASONS. The road was paved towards a healthy brotherly bond, each brother living their future the way they wanted, finally breaking free from the curse John dropped on Dean that Sam’s destiny was in his hands. No no. What was that? Did it ever happen? Was it a fever dream? They really destroyed everything in 38 minutes of the finale? 

Stupid. 

Representation is important, stories are important. They change lives. You know how it changed mine? After I saw Jonathan Van Ness coming out as non-binary, I started to realize how I never called myself "a woman, a girl" or anything like that, how my "female presenting" aesthetic changes drastically depending on how I feel when I wake up  how I always called myself a "person", no gender involved. I realized I was a non-binary person even after becoming a parent. Thanks to Jonathan Van Ness. Thanks to seeing a person like her being unapologetically herself. 

Representation matters. 

It matters. 

It helped my mom understand me when I was 13 and had a girlfriend. It helped my dad educate himself about trans identities. It helped my sister understand about her demisexuality. It helps break circles of ignorance and stereotypes. It helps people process what these characters wanna tell, and realize they're human beings above it all. We suffer, we laugh, we grieve. We love. We exist. 

Supernatural missed a chance to be a historical show in terms of representation. And it breaks my heart.  I cant believe they decided to erase Dean's sexuality, to erase Castiel after saying loud and proud he's in love with a man, to erase Eileen whose disability only was a disadvantage when they KILLED HER in the most ableistic way in s11, to never show Charlie and her girlfriend again, that they decided to make God bisexual AND a villain, thay they decided to turn the only regular non-binary character of color into the villain too (Billie).

I'm still grieving.

This is why "a stupid show" is so important for me, and for lot of people like me. Cause representation can change lives. Stories can change lives. It certainly changed mine, and I'm not the only one. 

Don't let anyone tell you you're just a butthurt fan because you're suffering this ending. Every one of us have a story and this is mine. All of us are valid, our feelings are valid. And we'll get through this eventually

[namooon]

daydream • (knj & myg) I

you and your fellow hybrid, yoongi, have a crush on your owner and aren’t quite sure what to do about it.

warnings: mc is really babie?, joon is big and broad™ as per usual, small amount of dumbification, grinding, slight dubcon, mxm, not technically smut but there’s some nsfw thoughts, language, and actions

rating: mature

word count: 1.8k

title is from the song daydream by milk & bone! could be daydream by j-hope though ;))

“Joonie!” you sung, skipping down the hallway happily. Namjoon, brewing coffee, called back “baby!” and smiled at your giggle.

“God, how is she so happy in the mornings?” Yoongi groaned from the kitchen island, hiding his messy bed head into the crook of his arm, away from what he knew would be a whirlwind of giddiness. He was right, of course, and you bounded into the room, whimpering for half a second because you didn’t know who to hug first. In the end, you decided on your beloved Namjoon, practically throwing yourself into his open arms. He caught you with a small grunt, a grin on his face despite himself.

“Hi, there, little one. How’d you sleep?” he cooed, gently smoothing your ears down. You preened at the overwhelming attention, of course, and couldn’t help but scenting him rapidly in an attempt to calm down.

“So, so good! That new pillow you gave me is so amazing,” you rattled, attempting to squeeze your arms all the way around him but realized he was much too broad for your tiny bunny arms. That very fact caused a tingle to run down your body and into your panties, but you’d never say it out loud, ignoring the look that Yoongi gave you at the waft of arousal spreading through the room. “A-and! My room is the perfect temperature, too, thank you, Joonie!”

“Of course,” he said, gazing down at you adoringly. For a while, the two of you stood there, enjoying the steam the coffee maker gave off and the smiles that kept getting bigger on both of your faces.

“Oh, yeah, completely ignore the other cute, loving hybrid who lives here, who suggested getting another one in the first place. He doesn’t exist in either of your eyes, he’s just decor, staring at the two of you,” Yoongi grumbled, your sudden spike of hormones bringing out some primal instincts that he wanted to take action on. This was a regular occurrence, where you’d be rubbing yourself on an oblivious Namjoon and get turned on to the point of Yoongi having to leave the room before he did something about it. The two of you were the only ones who knew about your attraction to the man, but Yoongi wasn’t about to ruin his perfect little family just because he got excited by your alluring arousal.

“No,” you whined, breaking apart from Namjoon with a forlorn expression. “Yoongi!”

“Oof,” he spoke, unprepared for your barreling form. Small little whimpers continued to escape you until he wrapped his arms around you, turning to satisfied almost-purrs once you felt his soft scent engulf you. You breathed it in, allowing him to tug on one of your ears affectionately. It was his favorite thing to do, having you sat in his lap right after a run in with Namjoon so you still smelt like saccharine flowers and something a little more spicy. He couldn’t sit there and pretend like Namjoon didn’t arouse him, too, though, and you knew it. If your owner so much as brushed Yoongi’s tail with his pinky or accidentally talked to him in a voice too deep, the poor panther would already be half hard. Even thinking about it had him giving off the scent of burnt cinnamon, becoming mischievous when he noticed you blushing and looking at him through your eyelashes shyly. He thought that your scents smelled amazing together, even if it was an odd combination, and began to wonder just how energetic a bunny like you could be.

“Hey, Joon,” Yoongi said, staring at your widening eyes with a smirk. He gripped your hips so hard that if you moved, you could’ve actually injured yourself.

“Yes?” he replied, walking over to the two of you, placing his full mug on the counter.

“Y/N has something she wants to ask you.”

“Oh, yeah? What is it, sweetheart?” he grinned, placing a warm palm on your face to turn you towards him so gently that you could probably cry. You had no idea what Yoongi was up to, anxiously tugging on one of your ears and leaning your face further into Joon’s hand.

“She wants to know if you’d watch us fuck,” he spoke, ignoring your yelp of surprise and turning to his shocked owner, his smirk widening.

“W-what? Excuse me?” he asked, brows furrowing when he addressed you.

“N-no! No, no no, Joonie! I-”

“Yep, that’s exactly what she told me. Wants you to watch us and even join in, too,” Yoongi spoke. Even though his tone was low and quiet, it felt like he was speaking into a microphone, especially now that the room was deafeningly quiet. But that’s just because it was all in his imagination. The only real thing was his now rock hard cock and his iron grip on your shaking hips. You were looking at him similarly to how you were in his daydream, just less scandalized. Your doe eyes boring into his, sparkling with innocence and an energetic flare that made him want to bend you over and pound your cute little hole until you were pliant and sweet for him and Namjoon. Your cheeks were bright red, ears alert and your hands gripping his arms for support. 

Your owner was looking at the scene, wondering what could’ve caused the two of you to stare at each other like that for so long but decided it was probably a hybrid thing and came over to pet at your ears. Your blushes were so cute! The closer he got, the hotter the room seemed to get for you, having both of their scents wafting over you and feeling the edge of Yoongi’s bulge against your heat was almost too much. Joon placed one big hand on your head and the other on Yoongi’s, scratching behind your soft ears until loud, twin moans escaped.

“Woah there,” Joon spoke, laughing it off. “Does that feel good, my babies?” he asked, completely unaware of the effect he had on his two hybrids. Yoongi looked at you, eyes beginning to look hooded, and gripped your hips just a little bit tighter, tugging you so your wet groin met his.

“Y-yes, Joonie,” you whimpered, letting your body fall lax against Yoongi, scenting his shoulder quickly before nudging your owner’s hand.

“Aww, sweetheart, if you wanted pets, you could’ve just asked,” Namjoon said, looking at the two of you fondly. His blunt nails scratched just a little bit harder and just like before, loud mewls escaped through your purrs. Namjoon ignored the twitch in his pants in exchange for tugging you and Yoongi closer, cradling your melted figures into his broad chest until he could feel Yoongi’s little purrs against his cotton t-shirt.

“So cuddly, why don’t we go to my bed, hmm? We can all fit and I can pet your pretty ears until we all fall asleep? We have nothing to do today,” he suggested, kissing the top of Yoongi’s head. His purrs grew exponentially louder, encouraging you to grind against him a little to take the edge off of his painful erection.

“B-but… your coffee?” you panted a little, eyes dazed and starry when you looked up at Namjoon. He throbbed, just knowing that’s how you’d look at him all fucked out and waiting for his cock. He took a deep breath to stabilize himself and stroked your pretty cheek.

“It’s alright, little baby, don’t worry about it, okay?” And, God, it’s almost like he knew exactly what made you drip… and now Yoongi did, too. He was able to feel how soaked you were all the way down to his cock, even with layers and layers separating. You just felt so dumb and taken care of. Joonie would handle it, he was so much smarter! He was your master and he knew what was best, why would you worry about it? He was big and strong and smart and took care of you so well.

“Yeah, Y/N. We can go and cuddle and you can sit on Joon’s lap! He’ll hold you in his strong arms and we can pet your little bunny ears, yeah?” You couldn’t even speak, your tongue felt heavy and your poor little pussy was dripping so much you knew Namjoon would be able to feel it just like Yoongi did now. You didn’t think you’d be able to refrain from grinding against him like you were in heat. You’d been in the house for less than a year and your heat hadn’t come yet, surprisingly, but you didn’t know how you’d get through it if this was how you were reacting and no one had even touched you.

“O-oh, that’s alr-right, w-”

“Yeah, baby, you can sit on my lap and we can even put on that movie you like… the one with the little rats who cook? C’mon,” he smiled softly at you, gently petting Yoongi before tugging you into his arms, encouraging you to hold onto him. Your cunt was pulsating at this point, needing to be filled with your master’s big cock and maybe even Yoonie’s, too. Your mind was foggy at how he completely ignored you and easily manhandled you into his hold, all warm and muscly with just enough softness to hold on to.

“J-Joonie?” 

“Yes, my bun?”

“Feels hot…” you said, meekly, holding onto his shirt and rubbing your face against his neck. He really did smell amazing, something so natural and warm and even musky. He smelled like home and happiness and all you wanted to do was rut against him but you couldn’t. Namjoon was silent for a moment, trying to put his own arousal aside to check in on you. Your body did feel hot, yes, but it always did. You were a hybrid after all and… wait… were you... turned on? The little whimpers let out against his neck would make much more sense, along with the way you and Yoongi were acting earlier, but why? The only reason he noticed in the first place was because the warmth against his hip was beginning to be too noticeable for his liking. Almost as if it was… damp. He could’ve passed it off as sweat or maybe even you spilling something on yourself that he hadn’t seen, but the way you were rocking your hips from side to side, no matter how subtle, was extremely distracting.

“Y/N?” he asked, making sure to cradle you closely in case you felt jumpy or squirmy.

“Yes?” you replied meekly, looking up at him through dampening lashes.

“Why are you… ah…” Namjoon attempted. Ugh, just looking at your sweet face was enough to make him shut up. Maybe you’d be going into heat soon or you were just hormonal. He’d read many articles on all different types of hybrids when Yoongi convinced him they needed another and found that bunnies were particularly emotional and tended to get aroused much easier than other species, making them extremely needy during heats. Still, it concerned him that you were pretty much inarticulate right now and showed no signs of clearing your foggy head any time soon.

“Yoonie, c’mere, please. Why don’t you turn on the movie while we talk, okay, bun?” Namjoon spoke, letting you nuzzle his cheek before laying on his bed. 

It was going to be a long day.

i started this last summer and have been slowly adding to it until now but i don’t really know where to go with it after this so if you could give me suggestions that would be great! <3 

masterlist

[fics-of-culture]

4 Ways To Show Someone You Love Them 5/5 *Complete*

Summary:  Gabriel, Lucifer, Balthazar, and Cas all consider themselves fairly adept when it comes to the art of romance. They all have their own unique approach when it comes to wooing someone. And, unfortunately for you, all four of your beloved angels seem to have their sights set on you.

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A/N: I am reposting all of my old fics because my old account accidentally got deleted.

Part 5: Epilogue

Sam and Dean were halfway to committing angel genocide. You had been gone for a week on a hunt without telling anyone where you were headed or how long you’d be away. As a result, all four of your ‘winged dicks’ as Dean called them, were hanging around the bunker 24/7 waiting for your return. It wasn’t very noticeable at first. Dean has been sitting in the kitchen, drinking a beer when Cas showed up suddenly. Dean was unfazed by his sudden appearance, having grown accustomed to angels poofing in and out of the bunker as they pleased. Castiel looked around the room as he asked where you were.

“Hunt.” Dean replied dismissively, continuing to drink his beer.

“Do you know where? I need to speak with Y/N. It is urgent.” Dean looked up at Cas, concerned about why Castiel needed to speak to you so urgently.

“Didn’t say. What’s the matter, Cas. Y/N in trouble or somethin’?” Castiel shifted nervously on his feet, not wanting to tell Dean what he needed to talk to you.

“No. Y/N’s not in any trouble as far as I am aware.” With that, Castiel turned and walked out of the room. Dean was left sitting there in confusion at the odd conversation. As Castiel stepped out of the kitchen, he headed towards the library, contenting himself to wait in the bunker until your return.

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The boys only had to wait a few days more for their next angelic headache to show up. Sam had been rinsing his hair in the shower when he realized he could no longer feel the water washing over his body. When he opened his eyes he realized that instead of standing in his shower, he was standing buck naked in his room. And standing before him was the infamous trickster himself.

“Dude, what the hell?” Sam shouted, attempting to cover his junk with his hands.

“Oh relax, Sammy. I’m not trying to sneak a peak.” Gabriel snaps his fingers and a towel appears in his hand. “I’m looking for Y/N.” Sam let out an irritated sigh as he took towel Gabriel offered him.

“Y/N went on a hunt.” Sam explained as he covered himself with the towel. “Surely you could’ve waited until I was done showering to ask me that.” Sam frowned as he ran his fingers through his still damp hair, noting the shampoo that hadn’t been fully washed out.

“Could’ve. But didn’t.” Gabriel had a smirk on his face, but Sam could still see a ticker of disappointment in Gabe’s eyes when he mentioned that you were gone.

“What do you need Y/N for anyway?” Instead of responding, Gabe raised his hand and snapped Sam back into his shower. Gabe let out a sigh as he left Sam’s room. He had no interest in explaining himself to tweedle dee when it came to you. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Gabe decided to head to the kitchen. Might as well grab some snacks as he waited for you to arrive.

~~~~~~

Dean was working on baby when Lucifer zapped in.

“Hey moron,” Dean let out a groan of frustration when he was pulled out from under the car by none other than the devil. He was getting really sick of constantly being bothered by the angels you called friends. “Where’s my human?” Lucifer was blunt and too the point. But Dean didn’t like the way he referred to you as ‘his’.

“First off, Y/N does not belong to you, and second, if you’re looking for Y/N you’ll have to get in line.” Lucifer scoffed as he considered Dean’s words. His brothers had been seeking you out as well. That... would not do.

“So my human isn’t here?” Dean sighed, knowing his words weren’t gonna get through to the devil any time soon.

“No. Went on a hunt.” Dean didn’t even bother with full sentences at this point, considering how many times he had to repeat the information to your impatient angels. “Can I get back to what I was doing now?” Dean gestures to baby.

“I suppose so. Since you seem to have no useful information anyway.” With that, Lucifer disappeared.

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By the time Balthazar appeared, the Winchester’s knew something was up. Sam and Dean had been researching possible hunts in the war room when he showed up. Before he could even open his mouth, Dean cut him off.

“Not here.” Sam chuckled a bit at Dean’s dry response.

“I see.” Balthazar looked around the room, thinking. “And I suppose I’m not the first one to inquire as to Y/Ns whereabouts?”

“Dude, not even close.” Sam answered.

“Yeah, your brothers have been harassing us for the past week. I’m five seconds away from cutting myself open and banishing all your asses.” Dean looked exasperated as he spoke.

“Well then, I suppose I ought to wait elsewhere for Y/N’s return.”

“Yeah, I’d say so.” Sam said. With that, Balthazar sauntered out of the war room. Sam and Dean looked at each other and sighed in unison. You needed to get back, NOW.

~~~~~

You let out a relaxed sigh as you stepped out of your truck. You’d enjoyed your time away, but you were happy to be back home. Your guilt flared up as you stepped through the door into the bunker. You hadn’t actually gone on a hunt like the Winchester’s had thought. You’d kinda sorta went on a little vacation. In your defense, cases had been far and few in-between lately and you deserved a break every once in a while. You figured that if something came up while you were gone, the brothers would be more than capable of taking care of it. And you had decided not to tell anyone to avoid any unwanted angels coming along with you. As much as you adored your angels, you needed a break from them sometimes. Your guilt grows as you walk into the library to see a very frazzled Sam and Dean.

“Oh thank god.” Dean pulled you into a bear hug, looking incredibly relieved that you were home. “Where have you been?” Dean pulls back to look you in the eye. You’re surprised by how distressed he looked.

“Dean? What happened? You look stressed.”

“Those asshats happened! That’s what!” Sam put his hand on Dean’s shoulder in an attempt to get him to cool off.

“What he means to say is that, while you were gone, your angel friends have been making things difficult for us.” Sam shoots you a sympathetic smile when he sees your crestfallen look. Dean, however, marches on.

“Yeah, they’ve been here day in and day out for the past two weeks making life hell. Between the constant pranks and nonstop bickering, we haven’t been able to get anything done.” You feel awful all of a sudden. You had no idea going on a little trip would take such a toll on the Winchesters. You’re also incredibly upset at your angels for acting like this. You leave for two weeks and the bunker is thrown into chaos.

“Alright,” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “I’ll sort this out. Where are they?”

“Your room.”

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You sigh as you head up to your room, all the relaxation from before completely drained by the stress of dealing with four angelic children. As you near your room, you start to hear the bickering that the boys had mentioned before.

“As if Y/N could ever fall for you.” You slow to a standstill as you hear this. It sounded like Lucifer but you weren’t sure who he was talking to.

“Oh yes, I’m sure Y/N much prefers you following her around like a lost puppy whilst acting like you couldn’t care less about them.” Ah, Balthazar. Well that explains that mystery. You hear a chuckle from somewhere else in your room. “I don’t see why you’re laughing.” Balthazar continues. “You’re just as bad when it comes to constantly being up Y/N’s ass 24/7.

“Oh right.” You identify Gabe’s voice this time. You note the rising irritation in all of their voices as the discussion continues. “Maybe I should just go around talking to them in a language no one here actually SPEAKS, because you’re to much of a coward to say how you feel in English.” Before Balthazar can respond, a gravely voice speaks up.

“This conversation is pointless.” Cas points out. You feel relieved that one of them is finally being objective about the situation. “Besides, it is my belief that I share a more profound bond with Y/N than anyone else here does.” So much for objectivity, you think idly.

“If Y/N needs someone I braid their hair, I’m sure you’ll be the first they call.” Lucifer states dryly. “But I find it incredibly hard to believe Y/N would choose someone so pathetic.”

“Watch who you’re calling pathetic there, baby bro.” Gabe starts up again. “Cassy here might be a wet blanket.” You hear a quiet ‘hey!’ In the background as Gabriel speaks. “But he ain’t the one who threw a celestial bitch fit in heaven when daddy didn’t give him what he wanted.”

“I’m sorry, where were you when that happened?” Lucifer’s voice was steeped in anger now. “Oh right, you were busy running your ass away from heaven. And speaking of angels who ran away...” Lucifer’s voice is drowned out by Balthazar’s protests. Everyone was shouting over each other at this point. You knew you needed to intervene at this point, but for a moment you just felt frozen. Your angels, were all in love with you. That much was clear from what you’d overheard. Everything was suddenly much clearer to you now. All of your friends’ odd behavior as of late had been their attempts to woo you. You felt foolish for not realizing this until now. You wondered if any of them had been very successful in their attempts. Of course, there was one angel who had managed to completely sweep you off of your feet even before all this began. And now you knew without a shadow of a doubt that he loved you as much as you loved him. You shake off these thoughts and go to open the door to your room.

The room falls silent as all four angels turn to see you standing in the doorway. Each one of them, Lucifer included, at least had to decency to look embarrassed that you’d overheard their argument.

“I think,” You look over to angel. The one you love with all your heart. And your heart pangs as he smiles softly at you. “We need to have a talk.”