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shallowseeker · 16 hours ago

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Hey shal, you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but I really love a lot of your speculative meta, so I was wondering how you see a relationship going with Mary and Anna?

This is actually surprisingly easy for me to answer, specifically regarding (our) time traveler angel Anna and young Mary.

///NOTE: I was gonna try to edit this down, but I've decided to just ramble and repeat myself gloriously instead WHOOHOO. I wrote half on my phone / half on my computer, so it's a mess...

Whichever way you take this relationship-wise, I think the most interesting story arc in terms of its THEMES would revolve around the shared trauma involving the loss of their parents. (I really, really like the "I took you for granted" of it all, while being off-key/opposite directions.)

= MARY + HUMAN HUNTER PARENTS =

Mary ran from the support of her human family because it felt, to her, like a trap tied to a job and a future she feared. But maybe her family was more flexible, more loving, than she allowed herself to see? She projected some rigidity onto them, maybe to justify her need to escape.

In the end, she loses her old family, and only sees their value too late. This grief very much haunts her, even after she has her own children, and well into her later episodes in s12.

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= ANNA + HEAVEN FAM =

Meanwhile, Anna fled a system that was every bit as rigid and punishing as she believed. The angelic "family" demanded obedience, erased individuality, and used violence to enforce order.

And yet... Anna’s pain, her longing, her desire to fall—those probably aren’t alien to the angels she left behind. If angels were truly emotionless, Anna couldn’t have fallen at all. Heaven's system wouldn’t need brainwashing or jails or execution to keep them in line.

So while Anna rightly saw the cruelty of Heaven, she also mischaracterized the "emotionless" suffering of the angels still trapped in it.

= ANNA + HUMAN PARENTS =

When Anna loses her parents, she’s crushed. But like Mary, she never mentions the loss again—and that silence is fucking loud, echoing through each of their narratives.

Even with Dean, someone who might have understood, Anna defaults to speaking about her soldier trauma rather than her human grief. It's an older wound. Easier to voice.

Later, becoming an angel again lets Anna sink even deeper into that celestial numbness. While she’s absolutely backed into a corner, putting on her angelic armor allows her to retreat from the rawness of love and loss she once risked everything to feel.

I'd argue that that the "numbing" process was already well underway, at least emotionally. After Pamela jogs her memory, the parental loss is completely shelved (or is it?) WHICH BRINGS ME TO...

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= WHY ANNA FELL? =

I believe the real reason Anna fell was because of seeing HUMAN PARENTS love HUMAN CHILDREN.

That kind of love wasn’t something she ever felt in Heaven, and I think that’s what changed everything for her. (It also explains why she didn’t just fall... but she became a baby.) She wasn’t just running from something, she was reaching for the most loved, most vulnerable part of being human.

Her fall came from a wish to be held, to be chosen, to be loved the way a child is...

I feel like this is her mostly closely guarded (but at the same time COMPLETELY OBVIOUS) heart.

And when she loses her human parents, she’s crushed... and then... she zips it up.

ASIDE// Her words about “sex, chocolate cake, yadda yadda” feel like a convenient, surface-level explanation that sidesteps the deeper, painful, human emotions—much like s13 AU Kevin Tran’s “hot virgins and paradise” as the smokescreen for wanting to see his mom again.

So all in all, the loss of her human parents stays shelved, and she throws herself into a physical experience (sex) to forget it. This is a characteristic Anna shares with season 15 Sam with respect to Eileen.

I think Sam, Mary, and Anna all embody this RUNAWAY energy in big ways.

WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY MOST CHERISHED HEADCANON...

= WHY ANNA TIME TRAVELLED =

I've long believed that Anna was manipulated into traveling to the past with the promise that she could bring her human parents back.

After all, Anna's parents were DEAD and feasibly IN HEAVEN.

That is... INSANE leverage. And it perfectly explains the extraordinary desperation behind Anna's actions.

ASIDE// Interesting that this means that Anna either truly escaped Heaven as a desperate bid to prevent the Apocalypse and save her human family... -OR- it also means that the Heavenly orderly that let her go was an ANTI-Apocalypse supporter.

But anyway, it makes THIS scene between Anna and Cas read like:

ANNA (maybe): "I'm sorry, but I'll kill YOUR human family... to save MY human family."

CAS: "You come near Sam Winchester, and I'll kill you."

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= MARY & ANNA + FEAR, SELF-LOATHINTG, AND THE NON-INTEGRATION OF FULL SELF =

For Mary, it’s not just about wanting to be safe—it’s about feeling powerless despite all her hunter training. As Mary approaches adulthood, she realizes that growing up doesn’t lessen her fear. Instead, she begins to see how fragile her seemingly invincible parents actually are, and like how Sam balks at Dean's weakness in season 4, Mary balks at the fragility of her whole support system.

This realization shakes her deeply, and she reacts by pulling away, going into RUNAWAY mode, fleeing from everything and creating rationalizations instead of owning her fears and desires in a more honest way.

(She's, in short, in a constant state of whiplash.)

Anna’s struggle is different but parallel. Anna wants to be a human to be allowed to feel. (Though, like I said, I’d argue that Anna becoming a human child is also tied to a deep longing for safety as an escape from the harshness of her angelic existence.)

Like Mary, Anna can’t fully reconcile her dual nature. She labels her very real angelic emotions as “human,” living with a fractured sense of self much like Mary’s.

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= A DIRECTION TACKLING PARENTAL GRIEF =

At the time Anna meets young Mary in 5x13, Mary is still very much haunted by the death of her own parents.

I think it would be a compelling story arc to explore and deepen both of their grief cycles.

Another compelling parallel between Mary and Anna lies in how they both tended to view their fathers as scapegoats for their pain. Maybe Mary unfairly characterized Samuel. After all, he wasn’t actually going ballistic over John; rather, her reaction was shaped by trauma from the brutal hunting life she’d been immersed in.

Similarly, Anna was perhaps unintentionally—and perhaps unfairly (?)—afraid of her human father. From what we can tell, he didn’t seem to want to hurt her, but the trauma of the soldier-angel existence made her perceive him as a threat.

There's great potential for a lot of sorrow and regret to be tied up in each of those scenarios, because in both cases, their fathers become symbolic scapegoats for the larger, brutal dangers they faced.

= FEELING MY OWN FEELINGS + SEEING MY OWN UGLINESS AND ACCEPTING THAT IN OTHERS =

I think... both Mary and Anna struggle to fully parse and accept their own feelings.

Make no mistake, for both of them, running away is an absolutely understandable response—an attempt to escape the overwhelming pain and fear they carry...

But their views of themselves as soldiers, and of the soldiers/hunters who came before them, tend to be somewhat short-sighted and incomplete.

They tend to put humanity and civilian life on respective pedestals—seeing it as safer, purer, and better than their own harsh, complicated pasts.

Rather than face their pain/fear/emotions, they try to become something else entirely.

Mary won’t accept the messy, painful truth of being a hunter and especially NOT the vulnerability that comes with it. Anna pushes all her real angelic emotions onto a "human self" she thinks is totally separate. (Anna tends to think: "I'm different from them." Raphael and Metatron echo this, painting other angels as sheep. Compare to Cas seeing his AU self as "the same" as himself.)

ANYWAY

This kind of avoidance keeps them both stuc... and unable to fully accept who they are, both soldier and human.

((Later, it also keeps them from truly facing their grief, regrets, and failures.))

Their matching arcs could be about learning to face the hard, complicated parts of themselves, instead of running from them or idealizing what they’re not.

(These are also HUGE Cas and Sam themes, especially in season 8 re: The roadrunner chasing the divine/the mode of the RUNAWAY, and of course Dean too is stuck in a lot of idealization and apple pie figments at various points, using always-and-never statements a fair bit.)

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= HOW THEY SEE OTHERS =

Mary mischaracterizes John just as readily as Anna mischaracterizes angels, though in opposite ways.

Even though John is a stone-cold veteran, Mary paints him as purely civilian—everything she believes she, as a hunter, is not. It's a paradox. John is obviously as battle-hardened as she is in a lot of ways; that's perhaps even why they connect so deeply.

But she idealizes him in the same way Anna idealizes humanity, seeing it as all good, all feeling, and all safe.

This lets Mary avoid acknowledging the part of herself that is like John: a weapon, a soldier. She hides how much she actually relates to—and even admires—that side of him. She quietly casts him in the role of someone softer and untouched, almost damsel-like, which lets her keep pretending she is the one who is too far gone.

Meanwhile, Anna discredits angels as cold and unfeeling. But that too is a paradox! If she truly felt nothing as an angel, she wouldn’t have fallen at all. Her own story proves that angels do feel—she just doesn’t want to face that part of herself.

By painting angels as emotionless, Anna distances herself from the world she came from. It lets her rationalize their suffering and avoid the responsibility she still feels toward them.

Both Mary and Anna are caught in rigid thinking. They project their fears onto others and deny the parts of themselves that are hardest to accept.

Their self-hatred makes and inability to look at themselves honestly... it's a blinding thing, really...

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= HOW THEY COULD BOND... OR BUTT HEADS =

I like to think that while Anna bonds with Dean about the idea of a distant, unknowable father, she has the capacity to bond with Mary over the deeper, more visceral hurt that she won't dare voice: "my parents."

These are the deepest parts of Anna that she is way more unwilling to share: LOSS and IDENTITY.

While Mary was willing to make a deal with Azazel to bring John back, she drew a hard line about offering her soul. We see this in her sarcasm: "What, all it costs is my soul?"

So, she takes the deal she thinks she can win (winner take all!) and she walks away, willing to gamble with upholding their safety and getting to have John.

She takes the losses, buries her parents quietly, and carries the grief in silence.

Anna, by contrast, is tortured nonstop in Heaven. Maybe she winds up in a place where she's willing to risk everything for her human parents... in the NAME of stopping the Apocalypse and saving the world.

(Because again... it's a grief so profound, Anna needs an angelic mission to justify it and ease. This parallels how I feel like Cas also feels the need to convert his feelings into MISSION MODE.)

Anna maybe doesn’t have a soul in the traditional sense, but narratively, she’s already sold it the moment she’s ready to kill Mary and John.

Maybe Mary tries to live with her the loss of her parents by suppressing it, but maybe Anna tries to undo hers, no matter the price. One buries the past. The other tries to rewrite it.

Both are driven by love.

Anyway, that's how I'd like to see the dynamics play out!!! Mostly I have repeated myself over and over... Oh well that happens when I'm working it out in my head. Tune in for future brevity.

#it's absolutely the child soldier of it all imho #but for a character who is to ME steeped in a desperate need for human parents that PROTECT her... it tends to feature little in anna fic #or maybe i just need to read more anna fic???#but anyway YES THE GRIEF OF THE DEAD PARENTS!!!! you don't even have to write this as a relationship to get all this deliciousness #secretly i fear i’d find anna mary boring except as a sketch in grief #i do worry that having anna and mary would feel like having two sam modes at once and it wouldn't quite hit in a romantic sense?#i feel like you need a duty driven character to challenge each or it gets boring... and i'm not sure they could be that for each other #instead *we operate in similar ways and there's no spark between us* vibe if you will - TBH i think anna might hit it off more with john!!!#i think to get it to work you’d need structural elements like this or it’d fall flat #but to be COMPELTELY fair i don’t read much tension between anna and ANYONE... not even DEAN... which was always hilarious to me #except... and this is anathema to fanon but I *DO* see a lot of chemistry with cas all throughout the series especially 5x13 #anna being like: you're UNDERESTIMATING ME NOW???? to cas reads as so real compared to her faux-wisdom shtick #i know siblings are a popular reading but if you see them as fellow soldiers instead like how hannah is a fellow soldier it absolutely work #//sorry not sorry// i know fanon rules the roost on this in particular #while we're on hannah though... a character like hannah would be interesting to pair up with anna #anna: i deserve human things and i wanna be safe #versus hannah: those humans things aren’t for us and duty mission means something even when it’s flawed we’ll try democracy #i think they could naturally challenge each other in the same way spnwin's mary john actually do when they're allowed to see one another #spn anna #mary stuff #mary and anna

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quibble-auk · 4 months ago

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Final mission.

@thebrokenmechanicalpencil that story I told you about my Wild West dinosaur thing I made in the past. It’s far from perfect and there is less ranting in this version… but still a lot.

But Wild West dinosaur story let’s go

It’s really long

Quick disclaimer. I know the name “saurboy” is so incredibly stupid but I was using it for a placeholder and I can’t think of anything else for dinosaur cowboys… if you have any better ideas I’d love to hear them.

Please I’m desperate.

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The setting sun hung heavily in the sky, painting the world in vibrant red, orange, and yellow hues. The earth seemed to mirror the sky, almost glowing in its radiance, burnt sienna, rusty orange, and clay red. A singular black silhouette stuck out dangerously against the burning earth and sky, clashing with the vibrant display.

A lone Saurboy and his mount.

The man, Levi, let out a small huff as his dinosaur, a worn Dilophosaurus, slowly trotted through the dry terrain of the Hialite desert. All around the man, the spectacle of the setting sun seemed to stretch on forever. The dilophosaurus, Oli, huffed gently and Levi smiled, reaching down to gently pat the dinosaur’s neck, “Sure is pretty, ain’t it?”

Oli softly cooed back, the sound rumbling deep within his chest. Levi nodded and looked around at the world around him, searching for any possible danger on instinct. It never hurts to be cautious. To most, the barren land housed nothing but rocks and the occasional scrappy shrub. Levi knew better than to believe that. Hidden in caves and under rocks, tucked away in caverns and canyons, beasts lurked. Raptors and tyrnnosaurs roamed through the lands, taking advantage of migrating herds and lost travelers.

The surrounding desert was mostly quiet, the only sounds being the rhythmic steps of Oli and the whistle of the wind. Occasionally a distant animal called out, the only evidence that creatures did in fact call the hospitable wasteland home. Most weren’t a cause of concern for Levi. As long as he stayed true to the faded path that navigated across the Forlorn Stretch, he would be alright.

Levi and Oli walked until finally the sun finished sinking beneath the earth and the silver lights of the moons shone brightly in the ebony sky. The duo came to a halt as the many creatures of the night began their longing calls and echoing laughs. Levi dismounted the dinosaur, giving the old dilophosaurus an affectionate pat as he pulled off their saddle. No reason to leave it on overnight when it would make the old dinosaur sore.

The Saurboy quickly gathered a few sticks and used some small logs that he had stashed away in his saddlebag to create a small fire for the night. The unbearable heat of the desert disappeared with the sun and paved a way for frigid nights. The two settled down around the crackling fire, not too far from the path. Oli offered a small affectionate warble as his rider sat next to him, leaning on the laying dinosaur. They sat in silence for several minutes, enjoying the peaceful night. Levi contently hummed,

“Well, Oli,” Levi began, huffing a bit as he readjusted himself, his worn joints protesting slightly at the movement. “This isn’t too bad, now is it?”

Oli turned his large crested head towards the man at the sound of his gruff voice. The saurboy ignored the constant paranoia that seemed to plague him. There was no reason he should be feeling such unease, he knew the truth though. It was inescapable and he could only ignore it for so long, he was a dead man walking.

“Just the two of us, out exploring the world,” Levi smiled despite himself. He gently scratched under Oli’s chin in a favorite spot of his, the dilophosaur’s eyes closed and his throat vibrated with a rumbling purr. The weight of the situation still rested heavily on the Saurboy’s stiff shoulders. This wasn’t just a patrol, they weren’t out traveling the stretch for people in need of help or helping migrate herds.

They were hunting rouges.

“Off on another adventure.” Levi continued. They had hunted rouges many times before, it was nothing foreign to him. Dare he say, he was pretty good at it, half of the assignments he was sent on was bounty hunting. However, the pit that sat in the man’s stomach seemed to know this would be his last.

“And when we’re done, we can settle down and retire,” He smiled bitterly. Oli cooed affectionately again, nuzzling his nose into Levi’s side, sighing contently. The dilophosaurus rested their large head in his lap. Levi’s smile shifted to something more affectionate as he gently petted the dinosaur, hand moving over the familiar crests and head. “Move onto some land next to my sister. She’s got a kid now, you know, Danny. I’m sure he’d love you, spoil you rotten.”

Oli warbled happily and Levi laughed bitterly, “You wouldn’t mind that, would you?”

As much fun as it was to fantasize about the life they may get to live after. The bitter truth remained constantly nagging in the back of his mind. How cruel fate was, to send him on a doomed assignment just before he retired. To assign the aged saurboy an assignment that had claimed hundreds of saurboys before him. And, if he didn’t succeed, would claim hundreds more after him as well.

Yes, Freda could be a cruel god when deciding the fate of her subjects.

He was no exception. The moment he touched that paper, he was dead. Everyone who had been assigned it was doomed the moment they touched the paper, destined to the same demise as the ones before them. Levi wasn’t just hunting some random rogue who happened to know how to aim. No, his target was far worse than that.

Levi was hunting the Golden Sisters.

The Golden Sisters, a notorious criminal syndicate that terrorized all of the west. A group of three sisters, each lethal in their own right. They went around, killing, plundering, and terrorizing the west as they pleased. They had been for years, their reign of terror never ending. No matter what the council did, they evaded punishment.

The youngest of the three was Wishbone Wendy, arguably the weakest of her sisters in Levi’s opinion. She was said to be fair and stunningly beautiful, dangerously so. The young woman would seduce her viciums, steal from them, kill them, then leave them for her pack of raptors to chew on. Wendy’s motives, while still not confirmed, seemed to be to kill any man she encountered that rubbed her the wrong way. Her signature was a wishbone left carefully placed on their lips, which always went untouched by the raptors.

Next in line was Bullriding Betty. Unlike her sly and cunning sister, Betty was a brunt. She stole herds, plundered towns, and created bloodbaths. She was a vengeful and brutal devil. Fueled by hate and anger, she punished those who she didn’t think fit in her twisted sense of justice. Any political figure was a target, though that didn’t stop her from taking her frustrations out on other innocent people. But she was far from stupid, she always seemed two steps ahead of everyone.

Bullriding Betty accompanied her sister—wherever there was Wendy, Betty was sure to follow.

The duo was sloppy to say the least. They left obvious trails and it was easy to predict their next move. By themselves, the two would be B tier rogues at most. Easily tracked down and stopped by a group of experienced Saurboys. However, their older sister was the reason why the two had found themselves atop the most wanted list for a record breaking time. She was the reason that the small family gang became so notorious, their namesake.

The eldest of the deadly trio was Golden Gabby. A mysterious figure that watched over the others, their silent protector. She was the reason for their success. The illusive rouge, though she had never been seen, certainly made her presence known to all.

Gabby hunted and killed anyone who dared to harm her sisters. She slaughtered all that dared to challenge them regardless of if they were other rogues or Saurboys. All without leaving a single clue as to who she was. Her trademark was a golden bullet. Whether she brutally tore through her victim with a pickaxe or lodged a bullet through their skull. A golden bullet was always found somewhere on the body.

Golden Gabby was by far the deadliest of the three. The second Levi took the assignment, she knew his name. Somehow, in some way, she always found out who had been assigned to find her sisters and herself. No matter what they did, the rogue always knew. Most reasonable people would think that it would mean they would stop sending Saurboys on this mission. But for the public’s sake, in order for them to feel some semblance of security, someone was always looking for them.

It was the harsh reality that a Saurboy had to accept, willingly or not. It was just a part of what they did. That’s how Levi found himself camping on the forlorn stretch of the Hialite desert, alone with his Dilophosaurus. Fated to meet a demise by the hand of Golden Gabby.

Levi was pulled from his haunted thoughts at the sound of distant footfall. He could hear the gentle but loud steps of some large herbivore on the worn path. Levi lifted his head slightly, tilting his hat up a bit. It was uncommon for a large herbivore to wander the desert alone. Many people used them as mounts, so it wasn’t as if it was unheard of. However, most avoided going on the Forlorn stretch unless they had good reason. It was far from safe. Travelers were a rare sight.

Despite Levi’s caution and paranoia, he remained where he was. He eyed the direction where the footsteps were coming from. His hand rested on the pistol at his hip, waiting for a reason to draw. After a minute or so went by, Levi concluded that whatever it was, it moved slowly. He huffed a bit, and sat up more, correcting his slouched posture. Oli stirred more with him, lifting his head as the faint sounds of wagon wheels on the dirt road joined the footsteps.

The herbivore was getting closer, close enough that Levi could just barely make out the vague outline of it off in the distance. It was large, very large, lumbering steadily forward. It looked like some kind of hadrosaur, with small front legs, powerful hind legs, and wide hips. Oli offered a small warble in the direction of the titan.

The dinosaur gave a hollow hum, in response. The hum echoed and carried in a way that only happened with a hadrosaurs crest. That was enough confirmation for Levi, it was a hadrosaur. It stood well over eleven feet tall, which helped narrow down the possibilities of what it could be.

They continued their steady approach. As the firelight slowly illuminated the dinosaur, Levi was finally able to name what it was. An Olorotitan, one of the largest members of the hadrosaur family. This one appeared to be male, if the size alone wasn’t enough the large and impressive fan shaped crest on its head did. It was adorned in proud colors, displaying its health and maturity. Overall not a common dinosaur to have, their large size made it difficult to maintain them. Despite that, this one seemed to be in good health.

Levi could see where a saddle was attached, the thick, dark leather standing out against the lighter tones of the dinosaur's skin. Oli tilted his head as the dinosaur approached, debating what their intentions were. Levi could feel the dinosaur’s muscles tensing as Oli shifted from his lax position to a more alert one. It was unlikely that the stranger meant trouble, but one could never be too sure when isolated on a trail.

As the hadrosaur grew closer, Levi could finally see who sat upon the titans back. From afar, he couldn’t make out too many details, the vague outline of who they were. Just like their dinosaur, the first thing that he couldn’t help but notice was their stature. The person was large, no doubt over 6 ft and bulky. There was no doubt in Levi’s mind that if this person was to get hostile, they would be able to overpower the older, leaner man.

The second thing he noticed was the wide-brimmed hat. Old leather, torn and faded from years of use. Levi lifted his chin, trying to examine the figure further. They appeared to be a woman, with well tanned skin and long black hair pulled into a neat single braid. As she drew nearer Levi finally called out a greeting, “Hello stranger.”

It was simple and curt, his tone neutral. He was simply acknowledging the other, making sure that in the unlikely scenario that she had been unaware of the other’s presence, she was now. The woman on the Olorotitan gently tugged the reins of her mount, coming to a slow halt. She dipped her hat in his direction, a friendly greeting.

“Hello, I wasn’t expecting to see anyone else traveling these parts,” The woman spoke with a neutral tone, but her caution was evident, much like his own. Levi could see how she slowly sized him up, he felt a small smile tugging on his lips.

“I was thinking the same thing. What are you doing on the trail?” Levi offered, trying to properly size up the other himself. Even though she appeared to be friendly, Levi had learned through trial and error that it was better to be safe than sorry. The woman shifted, obviously thinking something similar, approach just as cautious as his. The way she held herself, straight-backed but relaxed, told Levi she wasn’t new to the road.

“Just hauling some materials from the mines near Stonerun, what about you?” Her eyes lingered on Oli. Most people would see the Dilophosaurus and assume that it was a Saurboy, but it wasn’t uncommon to see them be used by civilians as well. Rouges used them too, it was best not to assume anything, especially when handling precious cargo. Levi looked into the back of the wagon, sure enough, there were several crates worth of supplies.

The Olorotitan made more sense now. Their size could rival tyrannosaurs, as long as you had one while traveling, you didn’t have much to fear. Until it came to rouges. But the dinosaur’s strength and stamina made them excellent hauling dinosaurs.

“Just on an assignment, I’m heading to Colestall.” Levi wasn’t lying, technically. He just wasn’t telling the entire truth. He was traveling to Colestall. Levi would gather supplies there before continuing his search for the Golden Sisters. This stranger didn’t need to know what his reason was exactly. However vague his answer was, it seemed to satisfy the traveler and they nodded.

“I see,” She began, looking back at Levi as if she had confirmed something. Her posture shifted to be less rigid and more relaxed and open. “I’m headed there as well, mind if I accompany you?”

Levi wasn’t fazed by the question, that was just a part of being a Saurboy. No matter how experienced or prepared someone was, it was always easier to travel in a group. More specifically, travel with a Saurboy. For someone who was hauling precious materials, the desire was even higher. He shrugged,

“I don’t see why not.” He sighed, relaxing slightly. His hand no longer rested on his gun but he didn’t allow himself to completely relax into the same position as before. He leaned against Oli again but didn’t allow himself to slouch as he continued to watch the other.

The woman nodded before carefully climbing off the titan and guided it over to them. With a practiced ease she detached the wagon from the gentle giant and made her way over to the fire. The Olorotitan hummed gently before settling down next to the wagon, not far from the fire. The burly woman walked over and settled across the fire from them, placing down a few bags.

Now properly illuminated by the fire, Levi could examine her further. She wasn’t young, definitely younger than him, but far older than any rookie he knew of. He settled in mid to late thirties, at most early forties. Small wrinkles etched into her dark skin, a large scar raised on her right cheek. Across her back was a shotgun, it looked standard. Around her waist was a handgun of some sort. It was too large to be a pistol, granted, she may just have one custom made for her large gloved hands.

The majority of her outfit was hidden under a dark, heavy leather trench coat. Overall, she was an imposing sight, strong and sturdy, oddly matching her dinosaur companion. Her dark brown eyes lingered on the fire as a few moments of silence passed between the two. Levi decided that he would be the one to approach the other, choosing a friendly topic to help break some of the tension that had settled between them.

“Got any family waiting for you?” Levi asked, tone still cautious but friendlier than before. It was common to meet people on the trail, spill each other's life stories, then never see them again. It was almost an odd tradition of some sort. He had no doubt that once the ice was broken between the two, this would be no different.

The woman looked up at him from the fire and smiled fondly. “Yeah, I’ve got two sisters. They’re traveling merchants, so I don’t get to see them as often as I’d like.”

Levi returned the smile nodding and thinking of his own sibling. It had been ages since he had last seen her, at least a year, he could relate to the feeling of wanting to see her more. “I’ve got a younger sister, would give her the world if she asked for it.”

The woman across from him smiled kindly, and understanding settled between the two of them. “I feel the same way.”

Levi wasn’t one to doubt a friendly smile. But something about the way she said “I feel the same way” felt too damn familiar. Like she wasn’t just agreeing with him—there was something dangerous in the tone, a fierce loyalty perhaps. Regardless he nodded and smiled, carefully reaching over the fire to shake her hand. “My name's Levi, the Dilophosaurus is Oli. Figured your due for a proper introduction.”

The woman met his outstretched hand halfway through, grabbing it and giving it a firm shake. Her grip wasn’t uncomfortable but Levi could feel it tense slightly at his name. She smiled softly, “I’m Ella, my Olorotitan is Gus.”

Levi nodded, her tone was friendly and genuine but he couldn’t help but feel a strange tension grow within him. Why had she tensed up when he gave her his name? She must have known someone that shared the name, it wasn’t an uncommon one.

“Bout’ to say, that's quite the dinosaur you’ve got,” Levi complimented.

Ella gave a small glance to where Gus had settled and a small chuckle escaped her throat. “I’d be careful, the last thing I need is for it to go to his head. He’s already got quite an ego.”

Levi laughed, looking at his own companion, who had yet to relax fully. “I understand that, Oli can be a bit egotistical at times.”

There was a small pause.

“Do you work in the mines, or do you just transport?” Levi asked, looking her over again. Ella was built like a miner, if not for her height. She was broad-shouldered, strong, sturdy, and definitely had the ability to manhandle almost anyone. But miners usually never traveled very far from where they worked. Her deeply tanned skin also told a different story.

Ella’s eyes returned to the fire, smile falling as she responded casually “I used to work in the eastern mines on Stonerun before they shut down, since then I’ve just been transporting. I’ve decided to not play with fate.”

Levi raised his brows in shock. It wasn't very often he met someone who had worked in the eastern mines. Most had died in the mines or had passed due to the health problems the mines promised. Those who did survive usually suffered from various medical issues regardless. It was dirty work. Yet, Ella seemed perfectly fit. She seemed to catch onto his train of thought, and smiled.

“I was younger and I didn’t work in the mines for very long. Never in the parts with hazardous gas leaks or anything. Pretty sure my sisters would have thrown a fit.” she explained with a casual smile, her tone humorous.

Levi gave a small “Oh” in response, nodding slightly. She must have gotten questions frequently.

“How long have you been a saurboy?” Ella asked in a light tone, nothing sinister. Just a genuine question.

Levi blinked, nostalgia and memories stirring up when he thought of his younger years. Since his time as a rookie most of the friends he had made—that were other saurboys—had either retired, or passed. Being a saurboy wasn’t easy, and it showed in the retirement rate. A bitter smile graced his features as he watched the flame dance in the dark. Memories seemed to dance along with it, joyful and fond memories now bittersweet with age.

He gave a tired chuckle, bones and joints aching with the thought. The recklessness of his youth had long since caught up with him, the constant ache in his bones attested to that. The slight limp in his step, the tremble in his hand. “Oh, I’ve been a saurboy for a long time, a little over 30 years now.”

Ella raised her brows, letting out a low, impressed whistle. Shock and respect crossing her features, a knowing smile quickly settled on her own face, “Are you close to retiring?”

Levi nodded and smiled, leaning back to rest more of his weight on Oli, “This is my last mission, then I’m officially hanging up the saddle and settling down somewhere.”

He couldn’t help but smile at the thought, ignoring how he knew better. He only prayed to Freda that Oli would at least get to live the rest of his days getting to relax and rest. His partner had served him well and deserved a happy ending, even if Levi wasn’t going to be a part of it.

Ella smiled brighter, yet there seemed to be another emotion hidden in the strained smile. “Congratulations, can’t say I’ve met many saurboys who are close to retiring, let alone one who is on their final assignment.” Ella nodded in respect towards the elder man.

Once again, there was an emotion hidden well enough that Levi couldn’t decipher it. A chuckle was pulled from Levi, followed by a sigh “Yeah, well, not many of us make it this far unfortunately.”

Ella nodded from across the fire. From behind her there was a small hiss and Gus let out a hollow hum, earning looks from everyone around the fire. Oli’s attention shifted from Ella to gus seamlessly, nostrils flaring. Ella turned around and Levi shifted to the side to peer into the darkness at the giant.

“What’s up, Gus?” Ella asked in a hushed tone. The large head of the giant turned her way and let out an echoing rumble in response. He shook his head slightly, humming as he did. A small yapping sound followed it, along with the appearance of a nimble raptor. It squawked when it saw Ella, and approached her, cautiously eyeing Levi.

“Oh, ist just you.” Ella said under her breath, reaching for the small creature. Levi looked at her, Oli watched the small raptor with an intense stare.

“You’ve got a raptor?” he asked plainly. He was shocked to be honest, Ella didn't seem like the kind of person to have a raptor. If it was hers, how hadn’t he seen or heard it before? Raptors tended to be vocal, this one seemed to be no expedition.

“Oh, no.” Ella began, waving a dismissive hand, and shaking her head slightly. She smiled at the thought. The raptor walked up to her, proudly presenting its fluffy chest. She gently picked it up, the raptor looked small in her large hands.

“This is one of my sister’s raptors, we use them to communicate.” Ella explained as she gently reached for the collar hidden among the dense feathers and pulled off a small piece of paper. Her hand subconsciously stroked the back of the dainty dinosaur. It purred happily, eyes closing.

“She’s got an entire pack of the suckers, more than one pack at this point. Anytime she finds one on the side of the road she insists that she needs it, it's an ongoing problem.” Ella explained further. Levi smiled, nodding along as the woman began to open the message without much thought.

“Treats them like they’re her kids, spoiled rotten. She knits them sweaters and everything, absolutely adores them. Drives my other sister up a wall, she can’t stand them.” Ella finishes as she opens the paper and falls silent as she reads it, a content smile on her face as her eyes scanned the sheet.

Despite how innocent and friendly the conversation was, a bit of dread settled in Levi’s stomach, yet the experienced Saurboy couldn’t quite place it. Levi forced words out of his mouth with a small understanding smile, “They seem like quite the handful.”

“You have no idea. Those two are a heap of trouble.” Ella looked up, chuckling a bit and smiling, it was a genuine smile, making her eyes crease. The pit in Levi’s gut continued to spread. Levi became even more aware of just how alone they were out here, in the middle of the stretch. It would take days for anyone to find him, weeks even, if he were to be hurt.

“I can imagine, I only have one sister and it feels like a handful. I can’t imagine having two to keep track of.” Levi spoke, keeping his tone light, not exposing his sudden unease. He tried to return to the casual conversation shared between the two.

Ella shook her head, folding the paper back up and slipping it into a side bag. The raptor jumped down from her lap and curled by her feet. “Eh, you get used to it. Couldn’t imagine living without the two of them, love ‘em to bits. As you said earlier, I would give them the world.”

She spoke freely, pausing when she made eye contact with Levi. The unease spread through Levi, his heart rate began to speed up. There was something about the way she had just looked at him, just a flicker, she seemed almost predatory. He subtly moved his hand closer to his pistol, not quite resting his hand on it.

“Would walk to the gates of hell for them. Bring the world crashing down if it meant they were safe.” Ella spoke calmly, but the smile had fallen from her eyes and face. There was something more sinister in her words, some dangerous undertone to them. Her dark eyes bore into Levi intensely.

Something flashed beneath the dark cloak that Ella wore, moving as she shifted slightly. Her elbows now resting on her knees as she leaned forward intently. A flash of a belt buckle, something that Levi had looked over. It was rather plain, nothing too fancy. A single letter engraved into the shining metal, a glowing gold. Yet the singular letter sent Levi’s thought spiraling regardless.

A sick feeling twisted inside him as realization dawned on the elder.

He had been blind, he had been a fool. Levi had been played like some kind of rookie. All of the puzzle pieces fell into place and Levi felt himself tense up, adrenaline pumping through his blood making his hands tremble with anticipation. The mention of the sisters, the tensing, the look she had given when they had first met, when she had confirmed something.

Engraved in the golden belt buckle was the letter ‘G’.

This was Golden Gabby.

She wasn’t traveling from a mine, she was hunting, pretending to deliver resources, a very clever lie. Her dinosaur and overall demeanor was very off putting, deceiving. A lone traveler delivering supplies, someone that Saurboys were already used to sharing a campfire with, they were used to being friendly with.

Levi’s eyes trailed down further, just below her belt, painfully obvious and glaringly exposed; a strap with golden bullets slung across it. Slowly he looked up, meeting her face. She was blankly staring at him, as if waiting for an answer. Had she spoken to him? Asked him a question? Levi didn’t know, he could barely hear anything over the ringing in his ears and rushing of his blood. The dark look remained on her face.

She knew that he knew.

“Levi.” She spoke low, it splintered the ringing in his ears and suddenly the world was too loud. The crackling of fire sounded like gunshots, the cackling of animals in the distance was mocking laughter, the whistling wind seemed to scream. He blinked, blankly staring at her, at Gabby.

“I’m sure you understand the feeling don’t you?” She said in a low and dangerous voice, a growl. Oli tensed, his head shifting to Ella—no, Gabby. His yellow eyes trained on her. The dilophosaurus, after having spent years with Levi, could feel his partner's panic, his adrenaline; and within moments, he had figured out what the source was.

Some part of Levi felt betrayed. There was an unspoken rule, an agreement between travelers, that promised protection. Gabby had broken it, he had welcomed her to his fire and she had approached with the intent to kill. Levi couldn’t stop the hesitant nod that escaped him. Gabby slowly stood, looming over Levi, who remembered just how small he was compared to her.

“Good.” Gabby said as she came to her full height. Oli slowly stood up, if Levi had still been leaning on him, he would have fallen down. But Levi had gone stiff, sitting straight and tall. Oli growled, teeth bared in warning. Levi cringed at the sound, his hand once again resting on his pistol, he slowly pulled it out of its holster. Gabby briefly glanced at up at Oli,

“It’s a shame. I liked you.” She began, slinging her shotgun off of her shoulder and quickly cocking it. The grinding and sliding metal made Levi flinch, forcing him to stand. It didn’t matter, she still dwarfed him. Behind Gabby, Gus began to move, the walking tank slowly standing. Levi’s grip tightened around his pistol, his mind honed in on Gabby, watching her, waiting for her to move.

“Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.” She added grimly, her shoulders shifting as she looked down at Levi. The shotgun was an interesting choice for how close they were. But it was more powerful than a pistol, better for killing a dinosaur Dilophosaurus sized.

“Sorry, it’s nothing personal.” Gabby shifted the gun in her hands, lifting it to take aim. Just as she did, all of the instinct and experience that Levi had gained from his years as a saurboy seemed to come crashing down on him.

Just as she readied her aim, time seemed to slow down painfully, then speed up again within seconds. Levi lifted his pistol. He didn’t bother to aim. His finger crushing the trigger just as bright light blinded him. Levi tried to move, darting to the side as quickly as he could. The thunderous booming of gunfire deafened Levi, echoing around the barren desert, searing pain exploded in his hip.

Oli leapt forward, eyes keen on Gabby. The Dilophosaurus was caught midair by the swinging tail of Gus. They collided with a sickening crack. Oli squawked in pain, but he quickly recovered. He scrambled to his feet as soon as he was on the ground to face off with Gus. His mouth opened in an angry guttural hiss. His claws raised as he coiled, reading for another attack.

Levi fell to the ground, shouting as pain flared in his right leg. He could hear Gabby take a few steps back, grunting in her own pain. Levi wasted no time. He pulled his trembling hand from his wound to grip his pistol defensively. He ignored the red that stained his palm. He lifted the pistol and took a shaky aim. Once again he fired a shot.

Gabby stumbled. Hand quickly pressing against her side as blood blossomed like a flower. She had dropped her shotgun after the first initial shots had been fired. Her other hand reached for her pistol. Levi tried to fire again, but the dizziness provided by blood loss made him hesitate. The moment of hesitation had sealed his fate.

Just as quickly as before, thunderous gunfire echoed. Levi’s vision spun and his mind reeled as pain sprouted in his chest. He let out a small gasp. The saurboy dropped his gun, muscles spasming slightly. His hearing rang with the final gunshot as his vision blurred with unshed tears. His open hand hesitantly reached for his chest. There was something slick and warm there. Levi didn’t need to look down to know what it was. A strangled gasp left his throat as he forced a burning breath through his aching lungs.

Levi had lost.

Was he ever going to win?

Slowly, Levi lied down, gasping for air he didn’t realize was hard to get. His attention was drawn to the left side of him as the ground shook with impact. He slowly turned his head to watch as Oli was slammed into the ground by Gus’ legs. The dilophosaurus let out a screech. A pained whine left Levi's throat. The Olorotitan pulled away, leaving the still form of Oli. It took a moment for Levi to realize he was crying.

Gabby walked over to him, a dark fire alight in her stormy eyes. She looked down at him, one hand pressed against her steadily bleeding side. Another red spot grew from one of her shoulders. She glowered down at him, a pickaxe he didn’t know she had gripped loosely in her other hand.

She opened her mouth, saying something. Levi couldn’t concentrate long enough to decipher what was spoken. Instead he wondered if anyone would ever find his body or if he would forever remain lost. Gabby lifted her pickaxe. Levi thought about what his sister would think of this. The pickaxe made its descent downwards. He really wished that Oli had gotten to retire.

There was a sickening crunching sound.

Levi’s world went dark.

#dinosaurs #dinosaur story #writing #oc writing #short story #wild west #at least a form of Wild West #this storyline is kind of crazy #dinosaurs in the Wild West #Wild West story #there is so much this doesn’t go over world building wise #like the name of their god #funny story I was making this and trying to come up with their god and my beloved friend instructed me that I am their god #so I proceeded to use one of the inside joke nicknames my friends have for me #its not my real name #not even remotely close #I share like one letter with it and it’s a vowel so I don’t think it counts #I think it’s funny #ummmm anyway #golden gabby has similar vibes as Dropmix in my mind #they are too similar #I also kind of gave up with editing the end #dinosaurs are a special interest of mine btw #rip Levi and oli who were created just to die #de-ranting this was half a success #no I don’t know what the intro is #i’m struggling

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