#why is Misha surrounded by chaos

[wemakeitupaswego]

Misha could have stayed as bi and gained a lot by baiting and from WB as well. But he chose not to...

He never queerbaited you. Just fyi

[foreverinthepagesofhistoryy]

Poor Cousin Ella (CHAPTER 3)

Summary: Fan Fiction about the last weeks of Princess Elisabeth of Hesse.

Characters: Princess Elisabeth of Hesse, Grand duke Ernst Louis of Hesse, Tsar Nicholas II of Russia, Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna of Russia, Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna of Russia, Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna of Russia, Lilian Wilson (Elisabeth’s nanny), Margaretta Eagar (OTMA’s nanny)

Ratings: everyone

The little girls ran through the doors and into the front hallway. Little Maria quickly stopped when the saw the big glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling. She was amazed at how shiny and big it was. 

As Maria was distracted, Ella, Olga, and Tatiana were already racing up the grand staircase, with Anastasia was struggling to keep up. 

“Marie baby, why don’t you go join your sisters” Miss Eagar gently whispered into her ear. She quickly snapped out of her hazy state and quickly caught up to the others.

“Olga, Tatya, Ewwa, wait fow me!” Maria said as she ran up the staircase.

The older girls were already at the top of the staircase and they were motioning for the little ones to hurry up.

Maria stopped where Anastasia was and gently took her hand and helped her to the top. “Baby darling, hold my hand.” She said.

The girls were about to head off when Miss Wilson stopped them. “Girls, don’t go too far ahead of us! We don’t want you getting lost.”

“Oh Miss W! If you think we are going too fast then you should just hurry up!” Ella said as Tatiana snickered at the funny comment.

“Ella, listen to Miss W.” Ernie said while holding in a laugh. He loved his daughter but sometimes she needed to be reprimanded. 

“Miss Eagar, Miss Wilson, why don’t you two get settled in your rooms, we can handle the children for a few hours.” Ernie affirmed to the two nannies. 

“Are you sure you can handle these five goofballs?” Miss Wilson whispered to the Grand Duke. Meanwhile, the girls found a mirror in the long upstairs hallway and were practicing their curtsies in it.

“Oh believe me, I might be a Grand Duke but I am also one of the biggest goofballs around here. I know all of their tricks.” Ernie smiled.

“Who wants a piggyback ride?” Ernie asked the little girls who started jumping for joy and shouting “ME!”

The girls were shrieking with delight as Ernie pretended to be a bird, balancing each one of them on his back as he whooshed down the hallway. Nicky and Alix were just coming up the stairs when they saw the joyful chaos unfolding.

“Ernie really is the best uncle to our girls.” Nicky said to Alix.

“What about Misha? The girls love him.” Alix responded. Misha was Nicky’s younger brother and the girls also loved him very much as Alix said. 

“But the bond is not the same with him as it is with Ernie.” Nicky said as he observed his girls with their uncle and cousin.

“It’s because of Ella” Nicky continued. “She is the glue that holds us all together. She is the sunshine that eliminates the gray clouds. I don’t know what life would be without her…”

You would know soon Nicky…

The two smiled at each other for a minute. They both knew this was true.

“Mama, Mama,” Tatiana called. “Where are our rooms?” 

The little girls were starting to get curious in their surroundings as  they were getting less and less interested in Ernie’s endless piggyback rides.

“Here darling,” Alix said while taking Tatiana’s hand. “I’ll show you.” 

                                                           ~

“I’m a fairy princess!” Olga sang as she ran around the room with a blanket acting as her “fairy gown”.

“Well if you’re a fairy princess then I am a fairy prince!” Ella shouted as she jumped on Olga’s bed.

The girls had two separate rooms that were a few doors down from each other in this particular suite. Olga and Tatiana shared a room that was right next to Maria and Anastasia’s room, which therefore was two doors down from Ella’s room.

The girls had begged repeatedly that they wanted to share a room with each other, but the adults could not be broken in their decision. After all, if the girls were together in one room, they would be keeping everyone awake at night with their endless playing and squeals of delight!

Ella was very disappointed at not sharing a room with her favorite cousins so as soon as she realized that the girls were two doors down, she raced to Olga and Tatiana’s room and started playing.

“But I don’t understand!” Ella complained to the girls. “I begged Papa to let us share a room and I thought that all of my begging worked but it didn’t!”

Ella slumped down on one of the beds and pouted. “Was I not cute enough?”

“Oh Ella,” Olga said as she sat next to Ella and put her arm around the little Princess. “Of course you are cute! I think that your Papa and my Mama just don’t understand what it’s like to be a kid anymore.” 

Olga brushed a tear from Ella’s soft cheek as Tatiana sat next to the two.

“But Ella, we can always have sleepovers!” Tatiana suggested which made the young one perk up a bit.

“Oh yes Tatiana! What a smart idea!” Ella squealed as she gave her cousin a fierce hug! “I guess I was too distracted at my Papa’s lack of childhood knowledge.”

The girls were interrupted by two little bursts of lightning coming in from the adjoining room.

“OLGA EWWA TATYA WET’S PWAY!” The two littlest Grand Duchesses said in unison as they jumped onto the bed!

“I dibs being the fairy princess!” Olga said as she jumped off of the bed and grabbed a blanket off of the second bed in the room. She very meticulously wrapped it around her hair and declared that it was her “fairy gown”.

“Well girls, don’t I look absolutely stunning?” Olga asked rhetorically to the smiling girls who were already starting to get on their own fairy costumes.

In the other adjoining rooms in the suite, the adults were starting to unpack their luggage, giving their faithful servants a break from their tireless efforts.

“I never thought that our girls would be this happy in a remote, dreary place in Poland.” Nicky stated to Alix who was folding various blankets. “It’s quite a wonder how little Ella can change their attitudes, I have barely heard any bickering this whole trip.”

“It really is a wonder, Nicky…” Alix said as Ernie entered the room.

“It’s almost dinner time, should I check in with the chefs to see if they can whip something up real quick?”

“Ah yes! Ernie that would be a blessing, thank you!” Alix went over to hug her brother at the edge of the door.”

Nicky smiled at the sweet moment from across the room. 

“I’M GOING TO TURN YOU INTO A FROG YOU NASTY LITTLE HUMAN!!!” The adults heard from across the hall.

“Are conversations sound so boring compared to the little girlies’” Ernie stated happily. “If only they could hear out conversations when we were young.”

“Ah the good old days!” Alix hugged Ernie tight. Their childhood wasn’t exactly easy, but at least they had each other.

                                                      ~

“Maria eat slower darling.” Alix said to her third daughter as she was scarfing down her meager meal of chicken broth and bread.

“But Mama I’m hungwy!” Maria whined.” 

“Mashka, darling we have all the time in the world, honey!” Alix wiped Maria’s messy cheeks and slowly spooned the hot broth into her mouth.”

“Mama feed ME!” Anastasia said joyfully! She loved when her mama fed her like she was still a baby.

“Oh Nastya! I’m all the way across from you! Let Nana feed you darling.” The two littlest girlies sometimes called Miss Eagar Nana because she was their nanny of course! 

Alix was indeed all the way across the table. At the two head of the long rectangular table were Nicky and Ernie at each adjoining sides. Ella sat next to her father and Tatiana sat next to Ella which infuriated Olga A LOT. During the next couple of days Ella sat in the  middle of the two eldest Grand Duchesses which cooled the impending arguments each night.

Today however Olga sat next to her beloved Papa which left her distracted from her ongoing obsession with sitting next to her favorite cousin. Maria sat next to Olga and Alix sat next to Maria. 

Sitting on Nicky’s right were little Anastasia and Miss Eagar, and Miss Wilson sat on Ernie’s right, next to Alix.

The table was very lively with constant conversation and giggles from the little girlies. Sometimes you could hear the occasional whining or crying from an upset child, but that didn’t happen often because this whole family was just simply happy.

“Auntie Alix?” Ella asked her aunt, halfway through chewing the rest of her bread.

“Yes Ella?” 

“Are you absolutely sure that you need ALL of your daughters?” I would be more than happy to take one, or two…”

That comment gave the table a little laugh. Everybody knew that Ella yearned for a sibling, especially a sister. Many times before she offered to take her younger cousins Anastasia and Maria but her Auntie and Uncle firmly stood their ground. 

The rest of dinner was filled with joyful laughs and happy smiles, little did the family know, but this would be one of their last dinners with poor cousin Ella…

~~~~~~~~~~

Surprise release of chapter 3!!!! I told you all I would release it soon!! I hope you all love this chapter as it was my favorite to write, and I hope you have a fun time reading! 🤍 (new chapter also released on AO3)

[wikifoxnews]

Who is Aiden McCarthy ( Toddler who lost both parents in Highland Park parade shooting ) Wiki, Bio, Age, Crime, Arrest, Incident Details, Investigations and More Facts

Aiden McCarthy Biography                    Aiden McCarthy Wiki

Couple in their 30s who left behind a 2-year-old son who was found under his deceased father in the chaos.

Irina McCarthy, 35, and husband Kevin McCarthy, 37, were at the parade with their baby Aiden when a gunman dressed as a woman opened fire during July 4 celebrations, turning the typical joyous event into a nightmare drenched in blood, officials said. Remember this little boy found wandering alone after #HighlandPark parade? We’ve just found out why… both his parents were killedA fundraiser has been started for Irina and Kevin McCarthy’s 2-yo son Aiden as he grows up without them @cbschicago pic.twitter.com/dQ2FuSrnbs — Kelly Sweeney☮️ (@KellySweeneyme) July 5, 2022 The couple were among seven innocent people shot during the chaos. According to the Daily Beast, his son was discovered under the body of his fatally injured father by a fleeing passerby. "My friend gave me this baby and told me it was under this dad who was shot in the leg," recalls Lauren Silva, 38. "They were trying to stop the bleeding, so I put the boy in the garage." "He kept asking if mom and dad would be back soon," she said. A GoFundMe page has now been created in honor of Irina's friends' son. “After the July 4 shooting in Highland Park, Illinois, the North Shore community came together to help a boy we didn't know. We brought him to safety in tragic circumstances, came together to find his grandparents and prayed for his family's safety," the fundraiser reads. "Sadly, I have to say his name...Aiden McCarthy. And he needs more of our help. His parents Irina and Kevin were killed in the July 4 shooting. At the age of two, Aiden is in an unthinkable position; growing up without his parents". The baby is currently being cared for by Irina's parents, Misha and Nina Levberg, the fundraiser said. “He will have a long way to go to heal, find stability and finally master the life of an orphan. He is surrounded by a community of friends and extended family who will embrace him with love and all the resources available to ensure he has everything he needs as he grows. explained GoFundMe. "On behalf of his family and with their permission, I am organizing this fundraiser to support him and the caregivers responsible for raising, caring for and supporting Aiden as he and his support system embark on this unexpected journey. ." Angela Vella, a friend of Irina's, wrote on Facebook that her "stomach was tight". "I can't believe this happened. Irina was such a funny person with a real soul. I have so many great memories with her," Vella wrote. "My thoughts and prayers are with his family, especially his adorable baby. If you can donate, please do so. I am still shocked and incredibly hurt by his death, as well as the rest of the tragedy in his life. together. " Read the full article

[thefirewolfblogger]

I didn't put the tag list in order. The number next to your character is you turn for the rp

@lesserbeans -ash 8th

@fire-mage-719 -fire 3rd

@universalgumbo 5th

@shatteredrabbit -Rabbit (and Elliott) 2nd

@bronte25 - faith 7th

@dreamy-okapi -Chris 6th

@runningwithlovelythoughts -Misha 4th 

@firewolfblog -Cassidy 1st

Spicy Christmas Lore rp

In Cassidy's house there is a Christmas tree all set up with presents surrounding it. Not one of those picture perfect trees with 'special' ornaments. No order, just chaos. No rules on what to put on the tree, just put what you want on it. It's going to be the first Christmas that the chaos trio (plus a few) have had Christmas their way! So of course Cassidy is sitting on her fluffy sofa watching the tree in fascination while something is playing in the background. She sits watching the Christmas tree in happiness until someone snakes their fingers through her hair and slams her head onto the back of the couch.

"Finally done admiring the mistletoe?" A fucked up version of her asks in a teasing voice.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Cassie screams as she jumps up from the couch.

"Aww you don't remember me?" The remnant figure asks. "No, I'm surprised I thought it would have stuck. It was a traumatic experience after all! Hahahaha!!! I'm you, a version of you that can only be accessed when you so doped up on rage remnant you can't be you." She hisses out.

"Wouldn't you be ya know, screaming, if you're full of rage?" Cassidy asks, trying to figure out why this thing is here. "Better question, why the fuck are you in my home?!!"

"Haven't you heard of seething rage, that's what we are, hon. And to answer your second question, I was the only one to get through your barrier! Gold and purple failed miserably. So I bring a message, 'wake up little one, we need to escape'."

The figure vanishes before Cassidy's eyes. She looks around her home, remembering the fairgrounds and takes a running leap into the TV, gasping for air once she escapes her mind. Only for her to raise her blood soaked hands and look at the body of the nightguard she just stuffed in the animatronic. She can't stop the words from escaping her mouth as she hears him plead...

"Welcome to the family…."

[orionsangel86]

SPN Conspiracies - Applying Logic to Chaos

Its been over 2 months now since the Supernatural finale aired. I am still so angry, hurt, and confused by it and I don’t think I will ever get closure unless someone like Andrew Dabb, or Jensen Ackles, actually opens up and gives us an explanation that makes sense.

What annoys me most right now is people trying to gaslight fans into believing that we should accept the narrative we have been given at face value: That the finale was always planned to be that way, that Destiel was never on the cards, that there was no Network interference, that the only changes made were due to covid and were minor at best.

This harmful gaslighting is FALSE.

NO ONE KNOWS THE TRUTH OF WHAT HAPPENED.

Look, I don’t agree with some of the crazier conspiracy theories. I don’t believe that there was some huge campaign among the CW Network execs to remove anything remotely gay out of homophobia. I don’t believe that the finale was changed because of some desire to make it into a Walker promo. I don’t believe that the finale was really bad on purpose in protest by Dabb for not getting to do an ending he truly wanted. I don’t believe that Dabb left us smart fans a bunch of secret messages in the finale to hint that he was on our side all along and that everything was fake.

I do, however, believe that all of these conspiracy theories have some elements in them that are plausible. At least, more plausible than the bullshit narrative mentioned above that some people are pushing in some desperate attempt to defend the Network (which imo is really strange behaviour anyway - why would anyone care about a TV network with a history of terrible behaviour?!?)

We have facts, based on information provided before the covid lockdown, which for some reason, people like Misha have since backpeddled on. So let me try to outline some of the information that makes no sense.

Below the cut I go on a deep dive into the conspiracies and statements I have heard about the SPN finale and try to make some sense of this whole fucked up situation. It gets long.

1. “Cas was never gonna be in the finale”.

False: We have many fan accounts of Misha confirming that he was filming the finale. We have video evidence of Misha confirming he was going back to film the finale after the lockdown. We have confirmation from fans in Misha M&Gs from March that he had about 5 days of filming left.

We also had fan accounts of discussions with Alex Calvert (I think) where he confirmed the final shot of the final episode was all four of them though I would LOVE if someone can find a source for this.

2. Okay, Misha was gonna be in the finale, but only as Jimmy Novak

False: I heavily side eyed Misha when he said this. But I think I can come up with a plausible explanation for it. Per above, Misha was supposed to film for 5 days. This does not align with the half a day he described of filming as Jimmy Novak. My own belief is that after Cas was cut from the finale (for whatever reason we don’t know) someone (probably Jensen Ackles) put up a fight and complained that Misha should be there for the final episode. The writers probably tried to come up with a way to bring Misha back without having to deal with Cas, and pitched the idea of Jimmy Novak being in Heaven. Misha, obviously annoyed about this, turned this stupid pitch down.

3. Destiel was never a thing, never planned, never part of Dabb’s ending. Bobo and Misha pushing the confession was the part of the season that was Wrong.

False: We have a SPN writer on record saying that Castiel’s confession was the first thing written for Season 15 when the writers returned to the writers room. If it wasn’t planned, why was it the first thing written, why does it align so well with the rest of season 15? Look I know some people either a. hate destiel and refuse to see it even if it slaps them in the face, or b. have major heteronormative goggles on, or c. are just homophobes in denial, but 15x18 fits in perfectly with the narrative of season 15. Everything Cas says, everything that happened in that scene was so in character it just works. It fit. If you just rewatch the season whilst applying some critical thinking skills and pay attention to the narrative and character arcs, trust me, the confession fits in with pretty much every other plot point, and character story in the season.

Also: We have known for a while that the network did market research into Destiel, wanting to know if it would go down well or not. They were well aware of its popularity and considering it. Where would this have come from if not pitched by the showrunner? Dabb must have at least been considering it. If you take all of Dabb era into consideration, starting with mid season 11, all the way through the season 12 build up, season 13 grief arc, and then Bobo’s Destiel break up arc in late season 14, early season 15, it is clear that there was some toing and froing on the issue of Destiel, but ultimately, I still believe that Dabb was on board. He wrote 13x01 for christs sake. No way he wasn’t taking it seriously.

 4. It’s always been about the brothers. The finale just stays true to what Supernatural is all about.

*rubs temples* Fundamentally FALSE: The show has time and again reasserted the message of “Family don’t end with blood”, as well as the messages of AKF and YANA. Sam and Dean may be at the heart of the show, but a heart can’t exist without a body to support it. Without bones, and lungs, and blood, and muscles, and a BRAIN. The finale abandons the shows core messages. It forces the characters back into their season 1 characterisations and the whole thing becomes hollow and souless. But I’m not here to complain, I’m here to lay down the facts. Dean’s heaven was supposed to be surrounded by loved ones right? We know OG Charlie Bradbury was gonna be in his Heaven, we also know CAS was gonna be in there. So this idea that the finale as it currently stands was how it was meant to be is wrong. Dean was supposed to die and reunite with his found family and loved ones. This alone would have been a far better ending than the one given. Do I think this was solely a covid issue? Fuck no.

The randoms that WERE in the finale are proof alone that they could have got people in and quarantined. We also have several actors on record saying that they WOULD have quarantined for the finale had they been asked to return but they WEREN’T.

Lies have been told. Samantha Ferris and Chad Limberg have confirmed that we have been lied to about the original plans for the finale.

This alone is proof enough that there is more plausibility in some of the conspiracy theories than any bullshit narrative some people are pushing in defence of the barbaric mess of a finale we were given.

So lets address some of the conspiracy theories now:

Conspiracy No.1: The CW Network reviewed Supernatural during the covid break, and due to homophobia, refused any Destiel arc that wasn’t already filmed, shut down any potential reciprocation from Dean, and forced Dabb to change his finale.

I don’t think this is entirely what happened. But I do think it is very strange how there is a such a huge disconnect particularly in Dean’s characterisations between what had come before the lockdown, and what came after. The one fact we have here, and please someone provide a source if you can find it because I know there is one, the finale script was still going through changes up to only 2 weeks before it was filmed. We know that there was some weird editing in 15x18 (which was still in post and uncompleted before lockdown) and we know from Jensen’s own mouth that there was more to the confession scene on Dean’s side that was cut. We also know that this isn’t the first time that Destiel heavy moments have been changed in post - the prayer scene is another big scene that went through a lot of changes and Bobo fought to have his script play out the way he wanted it.

There are certain things that in my own opinions, are basically true of SPN which I have put together from years of keeping one eye on the writers room, the network, and all the various comments made. My opinion is this:

The writers room has always been split on Destiel. Some writers heavily supported making it canon, others did not care, or were against it.

The Network considered it over the course of several years, did market research, green lit it, then changed their minds, possibly several times over the course of Dabb’s era. Destiel was pitched to the Network early in Dabb era.

The crew on set were also split. Some people heavily supported it, and worked to assist the reading, whereas others did not care/did not support it. The same can be said for the editing room.

Bob Singer supported the subtextual homoeroticism, but never supported bringing it into text (this is an opinion, but I think it aligns with everything we know about him.) IMO Bob Singer also supported subtextual homoeroticism between Sam and Dean - the guy is gross is what I’m saying. He isn’t exactly a progressive person.

Fun fact - a while back our old enemy Sera Gamble went on a Twitter rant about writers rooms and the ways a script goes through changes. I don’t think this was in relation to the SPN finale wank but she basically inadvertantly confirmed that the Network can step in and make sweeping changes to a script if they want to and if they decide they don’t like the direction of a story. Sera Gamble confirmed this as a fact.

Now. I’m not saying that this is what the CW did with Destiel. I just think its very strange how pre lockdown, the last thing filmed is a heartfelt homosexual declaration of love between Dean and Cas, and we have a finale script that Misha had not seen, but knew that he was meant to film as Castiel for 5 days (5 days on set is over half of an episode as far as I know). Then all of a sudden, Covid happens, and Cas is cut from the finale completely, a desperate attempt to bring Misha back only as Jimmy Novak takes place, which Misha rightly refuses, leading to a finale which makes zero sense narratively and appears in every way completely and utterly butchered.

The only explanation provided by anyone involved is that Covid meant changes had to happen - but that covid didn’t change the actual story at all.

But this makes no sense because we know that Cas was cut from the finale. This is FACT. Do not let anyone gaslight you into thinking otherwise. Misha was preparing to quaranting to return to set as Cas post Covid, so whatever happened to cut Cas from the finale, it wasn’t Covid.

I’m gonna have to Occum’s Razor this and say that the most logical explanation here is the one that is most likely true. Someone got cold feet with the Destiel story, and to prevent any possible interpretation that included Dean reciprocating, any hints of Destiel were removed from the finale script, including Castiel’s whole appearance.

Now, this isn’t me saying I think that Dabb’s original finale was full of Destiel love confessions and a homosexual kiss or whatever, but I am asking you all to really think about it and ask yourselves WHY Cas would have been totally cut from an episode he was supposed to be in at LEAST half of? 

We will probably never know the real reason Cas was cut, but he WAS cut. I’m not saying it was all homophobia, but some fuckery went down.

Conspiracy No. 2: The CW Network changed the finale to make it into a Walker promo because they only cared about raising up Jared and not Jensen and Misha as they were losing them anyway.

I don’t agree with this in terms of the finale being butchered solely to make it into a Walker promo. There are however moments in the finale that are clearly supposed to be Walker Easter Eggs and added to excite fans of Jared/Sam in particular such as Sam’s gratuitous and unnecessary topless scene, as well as the call on the “case in Austin”.

I will take this moment to say something pretty damn controversial though.

*Deep breath*

The fact is, Dean Winchester has been the “lead” character of Supernatural’s narrative for years now, with Sam often being sidelined and not given great storylines himself. Even in Season 15, right up until the finale, I myself felt bad for Sam sometimes because so much of this show has become all about Dean. Jensen Ackles is clearly the better actor when it comes to emotional story arcs, so the emotional heart of the story has most often leant on him.

So you can understand my confusion, when this is turned on its head in the final episode, to make Sam carry all the emotional weight, and have the most lines/screentime, and story resolution (even if his story resolution was just as crappy as Dean’s).

If we pretend that Destiel is not a thing, and ignore Cas’s confession, the story change in the finale from Dean focus to Sam focus is still rather suspicious. Again, I’m not saying I completely approve of or agree to the conspiracy theory that Walker influenced the butchering of the script, but I can believe that perhaps a note went down from the CW to someone like Bob Singer, to emphasise Sam/Jared more than they perhaps would normally, because the CW wanted to shine the spotlight on Jared to raise excitement for Walker.

I can also believe this note might have said something like “we wanna cater to fans of Sam/Jared the most - don’t do anything to piss them off.” but now I am getting into my own conspiracy theories so by all means dismiss this as me being bitter.

Conspiracy No.3: Dabb purposely made it bad, as a secret message to Destiel fans that he had been silenced, by layering meta clues into the episode that he knew fans would notice.

I doubt this one is true. Though some of the theories are quite compelling. The old vampire silent movie theory for instance starts off quite well, but loses me the moment it brings up Urban Dictionary slang.

Sometimes I have just had to accept that Supernatural is a bad show that is sometimes accidentally a masterpiece. However, some writers really did go That Deep with their stories - anything by Ben Edlund or Steve Yockey for instance, their episodes are meta masterpieces with a hundred different layers of beautiful subtextual storytelling and are a joy to analyse. Bobo Berens has certainly done some A+++ work especially now we KNOW that he was working hard all this time to bring Destiel to canon text (so any analysis of Destiel in the subtext in his episodes is very accurate). There have been many other key elements analysed over the years which have been confirmed true. Cas’s death in Season 12, Dean’s time as a demon in season 10, Season 11 ending in unity of dark and light, these were all plot points predicted by meta writers just by analysing the narrative. Sometimes the writers really have been very smart and they do add things to the show to aid us in our meta.

Richard Speight Jr for instance, confirmed that SPN has a visual library that the production team use to give clues and hints in the narrative. Pizza, for example, always means a lie has been told. Whenever Pizza is being eaten or even just mentioned on screen, there is dishonesty in that particular moment.

The beers also have a very specific message and the one thing I can’t let go about the finale, was that Dean was drinking El Sol beer. The beer his dad gave him, that was terrible.

El Sol has been used in the show to indicate something being wrong, a fake reality, or another lie, for the longest time. It is the beer of deception.

The fact that in the final episode of this entire show, Dean is in Heaven, supposedly at peace, and then he gets handed an El Sol beer to drink? Thats a HUGE red flag for any meta writer watching who can read SPNs visual library.

If they had given him the Margiekugel beer of family then it would make sense. Dean is in Heaven, with Bobby, his family, at peace. Margiekugel should have been the beer of choice. But nope. El Sol. Something is wrong.

I don’t know if it was Dabb, or Singer, or some disgruntled ADs and crew members who added these elements into the finale, but their very presence confirms some message of Wrongness.

I could go into a huge rant about Vampire Mimes not making sense and the very glaringly obvious symbolism of cutting out peoples tongues too, but that is high school level film analysis. It’s obvious. It means to silence someone. There is validity in interpreting this as Dabb saying he was silenced. I don’t know how true it is, but i can’t 100% dismiss it, because as I said, this is high school analysis levels of obvious subtextual storytelling.

So in summary, whilst I don’t think that Dabb intentionally went out of his way to sabotage his own script, and leave a breadtrail of secret messages for savvy fans to put together to confirm that he was silenced by an evil network into not getting what he wanted... I do think that there is validity in questioning these odd choices for the finale. Cutting out tongues? Vampire Mimes? El Sol beer?

The evidence is somewhat compelling is all I’m saying. I don’t believe the full conspiracy theories, but as I have said many times before, some fuckery went down.

So What Do I Believe?

That some fuckery went down and whatever company line they are pushing is bullshit.

I believe that the original script included Cas (since thats fact). I believe that the original script probably always had Dean dying on a vampire hunt (due to Jensen’s issues with it and in particular, his sarcastic comments about vampires in the past year or so which in hindsight are hilarious and prove he never really came to terms with Dean’s idiotic death). I believe Dabb’s original script was some less crappy version of what we got, which potentially included showing Jack rescuing Cas from the Empty and resolving the outstanding Empty plot points (potentially this was actually a 15x19 plot since Mark P commented that his final scenes were supposed to be with Jack and Cas), had Cas reunite with Dean in Heaven and had them have a discussion about Cas’s confession. I believe that there was probably a lot of back and forth over how to handle that with some people wanting Dean to obviously reciprocate and others believing they should keep it ambiguous. I believe that Dean and Cas would have reunited with Charlie Bradbury, and Bobby Singer, and possibly others (though if this was the case it must have been very early on since no one ever looped in Sam Ferris, Chad Linberg or any other Roadhouse people).

I believe that Sam’s ending probably didn’t change much, but I do feel that initially they were planning on him ending up with Eileen, because it is the only thing that narratively makes sense. Cutting Eileen and giving him a blurry wife is something I won’t ever understand and Jared’s bullshit explanations are quite clearly pulled out of his ass to appease bronly types. I believe the reunion on the bridge would have included Cas and Jack, with a final shot of all four of them together, at peace (as this aligns with Alex’s comments from around a year or so ago that the final shot was all four of them). (I also am not sure it was always supposed to be on a bridge since the foreshadowing in an earlier episode showed Dean, Cas and Sam all in the Roadhouse together).

I believe that script went through countless changes and redrafts, and not even production people or the types that some fandom people claim as their “sources” would even have seen those early scripts, since even Misha never saw it. I believe that these rumours of Dabb never having Cas in his finale and ignoring all Destiel elements likely come from people who only saw later versions, weren’t party to network discussions and felt bitter about the final scripts they did see (being the crappy butchered one that was ultimately filmed). Those “sources” are now spreading rumours to discredit Dabb.

I obviously believe Dabb is a weak ass pushover who either didn’t care enough to fight back, or gave up since he’s been stuck with fucking Bob Singer on his back for years, but I will NEVER believe he didn’t care about the DeanCas love story, because he has been one of the few writers who has championed for it for years. You can’t look back at Dabb’s episodes in earlier seasons and claim he didn’t care. Dabb was a writer whose creative ideas were beaten out of him by an unforgiving Network only concerned about where their future money was coming from. Do I think he gave up too easily? Yes. But I also have one other huge reason for not believing the bullshit about Dabb being this anti-Destiel villain.

Bobo. Because if Bobo truly believed Dabb was gonna fuck that up at the end, I don’t think he would have given us Cas’s love confession to begin with. If he had known it was gonna end like that, I think he would have reconsidered, because had Cas not confessed his love, I don’t think he would have been cut from the finale. Bobo - a gay man, would not have wanted such a horrible message for queer fans being put across in the show he worked so hard on. He started writing that confession scene the day they returned to the writers room. Dabb would have been there, would have seen what he was writing, probably discussed it with him, after all, other episodes were written with the confession in mind. No way was Dabb planning to fuck up the ending knowing what Bobo was giving us. Nope.

Something went very wrong over lockdown. Someone, somewhere up the chain of power caught wind of the confession scene in 15x18, realised that it demanded a resolution which would make Dean Winchester, their protagonist, queer, and pulled the plug. I believe this did not come from a place of homophobia, but of bad business sense.

The CW is constantly trying to win the approval and attention of the one demo group that they seem to fail at getting the most: young straight men. Supernatural was one of their only remaining shows that appeals to young straight men, and Dean Winchester is more often than not the fave character of those young straight men who project onto him. Making Dean Winchester, established Han Solo of Supernatural, queer and in love with his best friend in the finale would have come across as a betrayal to those young straight men. The CW probably feared they would lose that demo group for good, and with a show like Walker starting soon with Jared at the helm, they couldn’t take the risk.

Hence there was probably a whole bunch of back and forth script redrafts with the Network, with Dabb and Singer fighting to make a finale that would appeal to everyone. There was most likely no way that they could bring Cas back without addressing what had already been filmed, because any resolution of that plot would either a. make Dean queer, or b. address it awkwardly by having Dean reject Cas (this storyline would probably have been slammed by critics worse than the finale because it meant addressing it. It might have got the attention of LGBTQ activist groups and caused a bigger shitstorm than what we got). The best option was therefore C. Bury it and Cas, pretend it never happened. Never address it again and distract Dean with other things. Hope that Destiel fans will accept no answer from Dean as ambiguous enough to imagine a future reunion rather than shutting it down with a rejection, and still keep hold of the blissfully ignorant heteronormative straight boys so they can carry over to Walker when it starts.

I also believe (controversially probably) that there was concern that any resolution of Dean and Cas would have overshadowed network darling Jared Padalecki. If Dean and Cas had come together in the finale, with a very clearly textual homosexual reunion, then that would have been all anyone talked about. The reviewers, the critics, the audience, everyone. It would have been nothing but Dean and Cas (and look, if they did think this, they were right, Destiel trending over the US ELECTION.)

So what is the network to do, when they are losing the two stars who would get the most attention from this storyline? The one star they were holding on to and getting his own show, relegated to third place in the finale of the show where he was first on the call sheet? Nope. That’s pretty unacceptable. Even without Walker I can imagine people at all levels side eyeing the Destiel thing over the years. This IS a show about two brothers, and their relationship should be the core relationship, we can’t have one brother pushed aside in the finale to make way for a queer relationship that will get all the attention instead. It was never gonna get approved for this reason ALONE.

At the end of the day, if I look at it from a business perspective, it makes far more sense that the CW shut down Destiel, rather than “oh Dabb never cared and ruined it because he’s an idiot.” The writers cared, and had built on that story over years. But their mistake was leaving any Destiel resolution to the finale. If they had instead gone and got Dean and Cas together in early season 15, then they could have ended it in a way that satisfied everyone. Destiel wouldn’t have threatened pulling focus away from Sam and Dean, and the show could have gone out on a high.

When I lay out all the conspiracy theories, and line them up next to the cold hard facts, the conspiracy theories in some way or another, make more sense. To believe the company line, the narrative we have been fed, is to ignore your own eyes, ears, and memories pre March 2020.

All I’m asking people to do is take a look at the show, the narrative presented in the show, and the information presented above. I’m not telling you to believe what I’ve written here, half of which is just my own opinion. I’m asking you to ask yourselves if it makes sense to you. Because it sure as hell doesn’t make sense to me. I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied.

[camthesolemnone]

*crashes through door*

HI I HAVE ANOTHER ONE!!

Ok. Soulmate AU!! it's the one with the red string connecting you to your soul mate by your pinkie. Make up some rules for it if you need to!! I like to do the thing where the string gets tighter/looser as they move closer and farther from their s/o.

Ok, goodnight, I love you, bye!

*mwah*

*passes out just outside door*

Whoops accidentally made Zhanna older than Heavy in this one. Well I mean, maybe she is, but I've always written Mikhail as the oldest child in his family. Anyway, enjoy!

Wide eyes full of tears and flushed cheeks was what Mama came across upon turning to face who was tugging at her shawl. Little Zhanna, no more than five, was highly concerned about her baby brother.

"Mama! Misha’s finger is blue!"

Fearing that her son had developed gangrene from the cold brought on by the heavy storm outside, the distressed mother turned away from her soup pot and made haste towards the living room.

"Zhanna! Go get your father!" She instructed, entering the space, and the small girl nodded rapidly as she dashed off to where Papa was doing laundry.

Mama approached her child. The infant was situated in the center of the carpet, tiny hands shaking and eyes also leaking. Mikhail couldn't form words yet. He could only helplessly wail as he became light-headed; he had lost all feeling in his pinkie finger.

Mama kneeled down near him, and Zhanna and Papa appeared a second later.

"What is going on! Is moy syn alright?" The older man cried.

Mama took the boy’s hands in her own and examined them closely. As Zhanna had announced, his left pinkie was a light shade a blue. At the base of Mikhail’s finger was a small red string, fastened so tightly that it constricted the blood flow. The Russian mother breathed a sigh of relief.

“There is nothing to fear, he has simply acquired his soulstring,” Mama explained, standing up and giving her family a reassuring nod.

Papa let out his own held breath at the fortunate news, but Zhanna simply stared at her parents in confusion.

“Mama, what is a soulstring?”

Her father reached out to grasp her mother’s hand, and the two of them smiled down at their daughter.

“Young Zhanna, a soulstring is leetle red string around your pinkie that connects you to your soulmate: the person you are destined to fall in love with. Some people’s thread appears immediately after birth, but for others, it can take several years before their special partner is chosen,” Mama revealed.

Papa added on, motioning to Mikhail in the process.

“The tighter the string is, the farther you are away from your soulmate. Seeing as your brother’s is strong enough to cut off circulation, there is good chance his soulmate does not live in this country.”

Zhanna glanced over at the thread on Mikhail’s finger and then back to her parents, crossing her arms.

“What happens to the string when you find your ‘soulmate?’“ Zhanna inquired.

Papa crouched down to ruffle his daughter’s hair while Mama picked up Mikhail and left the room to resume dinner.

“Once you meet fated love, the string falls off for good,” he explained.

The small girl beamed and ran a hand through her black hair.

“Chudesno! I can’t wait to get my soulstring!”

.

Mikhail had given up on his chances of ever finding his love or feeling his finger again.

Forty seven years had passed since the red string initially appeared on his pinkie, and not once had he ever felt it loosen up. He felt hopeless and silently wondered most days if the higher beings had made a mistake. Maybe he truly wasn’t attached to anyone and they had tied the thread just to spite him. Instead, the Russian decided to spend his time taking care of his family.

His father had long since passed and Yana and Bronislava had run off with their soulmates, but at least Mikhail could still provide for his mother and Zhanna.

An ad in the newspaper intrigued him one morning: a mercenary job in America offering thousands. The giant immediately took to calling the company, known as Mann Co., and asked for a position. Not only would he be able to make enough money to provide a comfortable life for Mama and his sister, he was delighted at the opportunity to wield guns against evil men with no consequence. Moving away from the Russian blizzards would also prove to be a positive change.

Within two months of his interview, the new Heavy Weapons Specialist was landing down in New Mexico. A few days were spent getting used to his new surroundings and signing paperwork, but eventually, the bus came by his hotel to take him to the Reliable Excavation Demolition base. 

While lounging in the tough leather seat, Heavy glanced at the surrounding seats and took notice of two other men sitting in the back. They both wore red and yellow bands on their arms, indicating they were some of Mikhail’s new teammates. Preferring not to spend a year with a group of people who disliked him, the Russian moved to the back of the bus to make a good first impression.

“Privet, I am Heavy Weapons Guy,” he began.

The two men looked up from their respective pieces of literature. The younger of the two lazily held and flipped a baseball magazine with one hand. The other man, taller and masked, was gripping a thick, plain-covered novel.

“Yo! I heard that our Heavy was supposed to be, well, you know, heavy, but damn you’re fa--OWW!” The Bostonian shouted, being met with a swift slap from the man sitting beside him.

“Please ignore Scout here. This rotten bunny doesn’t seem to have any manners.”

“Go to hell, you French bastard!” Scout shot back.

The insults continued and Heavy found himself silently slinking back into his seat. He had the strength to snap both of them like toothpicks if he so desired, but it was better not to end his career before it started.

Along the ride, the bus stopped several times to pick up the rest of the RED team. First came their pyromaniac and engineer, then the sniper and soldier. The demolition’s expert came by himself and the final stop was saved for a relatively young woman in a purple dress.

“Er, hello, everyone. I am Miss Pauling, your boss’s secretary. I’m scheduled to give you guys a tour around the base and to break down your jobs. Raise your hand if you have any questions and please, try to cooperate with one another,” the woman sighed.

Dell, the shortest man on the team with a yellow hardhat, raised his hand.

“Yes, Engineer?” Miss Pauling prompted.

“Isn’t there supposed to be one more fella here with us?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Miss Pauling glanced toward the ceiling briefly as if she were really pondering the answer before turning to Engineer.

“Medic’s flight got delayed due to a massive snowstorm in Berlin. He should be here tomorrow at the earliest.”

It was impossible to notice the difference just by looking at it, but Mikhail nearly jerked forward when he felt it. Was he really going insane in his desperation? Had the string really just loosened? It most certainly had, he had felt the pressure ease up ever so slightly, but something in the back of his mind that told him it was just his imagination. The giant shook his head and groaned, barely able to pay attention to anything else Miss Pauling said.

His mind became a battlefield of longing versus absurdity. The thread had suffocated him during his prime. There was no possible explanation as to why his soulmate would be appearing now of all times. By forty seven, Mikhail was overweight, balding, had several scars from his time in Siberia, and was rated ugly by every woman he had attempted to romance. He couldn’t think of a single reason as to why his love would find him attractive now, and it deepened the eternal hole in his heart.

But Heavy held onto the faintest thread of hope. Maybe, just maybe, his suffering was about to come to an end. He would meet with the woman or man fate had binded him to, and he could finally be happy.

That night, Mikhail stared at his bedroom ceiling wide awake. Once their team’s doctor arrived in New Mexico, he would know for certain what destiny had in store for him.

.

Ludwig’s attempt at getting some shut eye on the flight failed. He couldn’t fall asleep even if he wanted to, for his pinkie was regaining its color. Somehow, this job as a battlefield medic that he had selected out of the blue was leading his soul to its missing half.

“It’s only a matter of time,” he murmured to himself, eyes more hopeful than the day he earned his doctorate’s degree.

.

Heavy awoke to the sound of loud yelling and banging on his door.

“Attention! You will be dressed and be stationed in the recreational room for role call in five minutes! That is an order!” Soldier commanded.

The softer, more compassionate voice of Miss Pauling sighed and spoke through the door.

“I’m sorry Heavy. I couldn’t say anything to convince him not to come with me to wake you guys up. Just settle down in the rec room in a few minutes, okay?”

Mikhail groaned, both from a lack of sleep and the sudden wake-up call. He complied, however, adorning his red, short sleeved shirt, his bulletproof vest, the bandolier for his minigun, pants, a belt, and a pair of sturdy combat boots.

When the heavy weapon’s specialist arrived in the rec room, it was absolute chaos. Spy had moved on from insulting Scout to bickering with Sniper, Demoman was already sloshing around a bottle of alcohol, Scout had stolen Engineer’s hardhat and was taunting him with it, and Soldier was shouting at a terrified looking Pyro.

“RED Team! Enough! It’s only the first day and you’re already at each other’s throats!” Miss Pauling stomped, placing her hands on her hips.

Some the the mercenaries, including Heavy, faced towards their higher-up while the others continued to do their own thing.

“Now look, your first battle will begin as soon as Medic arrives. I’m heading over to the airport to pick him up, so I advise you all check over your equipment,” her words more of a command than a suggestion.

Heavy’s eyes widened. He felt it again. 

He decided in that moment that polishing Sascha could wait.

Before Miss Pauling could leave the room, the large man scurried over to her and placed a massive hand on her shoulder to grab her attention.

“Yes, Heavy? Do you need something?” She asked plainly.

Mikhail nodded, his cheeks slightly flushed.

“Da, I want to come to airport with you, if you do not mind. I promise not to cause any problems.”

Pauling raised an eyebrow.

“Pozhaluysta, Miss,” the Russian begged, rubbing his forever blue pinkie with his other hand.

Miss Pauling opened her mouth to speak, but her words died on her lips when she noticed the tiny gesture. Instead, she gave him a short nod of understanding and proceeded out of the building.

.

In the car, Heavy’s leg bounced. His breathing was deep, and his whole body seemed to sweat with fear and anticipation. With every inch the vehicle moved, he could feel the burden on his finger lighten up. This wasn’t just some illusion or dream, it was really happening. After forty seven years of waiting, he was about to meet the love of his life.

Miss Pauling took note of his anxiousness, but didn’t say anything during the trip, giving Mikhail plenty of time to ask himself a million questions. What would his lover look like? Would they be a man or a woman? Would they have a heart of gold, or a rotten core that sought to make the Russian miserable at every turn?

Finally, the airport was in sight. Mikhail could hardly withstand the separation between himself and his soulmate. He wanted, needed to find his other half. He needed to shower them with all of the affection he had been waiting so long to administer. He needed to hear their voice and inhale their scent and feel their body against his own.

Miss Pauling nearly tripped over her high heels trying to catch up with the eager Russian. She had seem some truly heartwarming instances of soulmates meeting over the years, but never before in her life had she seen someone so desperate to unite with their fated love.

.

He had to hold onto a railing as he stepped out of the plane to avoid passing out. 

Ludwig had always experienced air-sickness while flying, but more than that, his hand was trembling. The string that had plagued his right hand for decades was loose, looser than it had ever been before. The doctor was overwhelmed; he wanted to throw up and cry tears of happiness at the same time. This was his moment, his soulmate was waiting for him.

As he stood near the loading gate, the thread loosened further, and it signaled that his soon-to-be lover was getting closer, closer.

Unable to withhold his excitement, Medic dashed across the airport. He got caught up in several crowds and passed right by the luggage pickup, but none of that mattered. He was following his heart’s call now; he let the slackening of his bindings guide his every step.

.

“Heavy! Please slow down!” Miss Pauling yelled, but the giant had blocked her out a long time ago.

There was only one voice he was willing to let in now. He pushed past a group of adults with the tiniest apology as he charged up the stairs. If he were anywhere else, he would have most likely been stared at and thrown out by security. In the chaos of the airport, everyone assumed he was simply running to reunite with a loved one.

An opening in the crowds.

Everything went silent.

The world slowed down.

Mikhail spotted him, his soulmate across the grand building. He was more handsome than he could have ever imagined, and although he didn’t know it yet, Ludwig also firmly believed that he had just encountered an angel.

The soulstring unraveled and landed on the ground.

All remaining distance between them was covered in a second. The force of the impact sent them to the ground, but neither of them cared. Arms wrapped around strong bodies, tears spilled out of adoring eyes, and lips whispered the pledges of love they had so desperately longed to hear.

At last, Mikhail and Ludwig were home.

[hawksward]

Wolves in Sheep's Clothing Ch. 1: Push/Pull (Childe/OC)

Since being granted a vision at the tender age of 10, Irina has owed her life to the Tsaritsa and dedicated herself to rising through the ranks of the Fatui. In becoming a top-ranking diplomat she's received her easiest assignment yet: ensure the 11th Fatui Harbinger remains ignorant of La Signora's plan to obtain the gnosis of Rex Lapis. A simple task for someone who's made a career out of lying.

Unfortunately, even the simplest tasks can go awry when feelings get in the way.

Rating: E (For eventual smut)

Warnings: None that I can think of for this chapter, there will eventually be smut

Banner credit goes to @shinsotired because I'm incapable of art.

Prologue:

Cold. She couldn’t remember the last time she wasn’t cold. At first, the nerves in her fingertips were screaming, the skin exposed through the holes in her worn gloves. But now it was different.

The cold had faded into warmth as she laid on the ground in the alley. At first, it was uncomfortably hot. So hot she wanted to strip off her already thin winter coat and hat. But now it was pleasantly warm. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this way.

But it wasn’t right. It couldn’t be.

The snow seemed to fall in waves, flakes occasionally falling into her eyes. The girl flexed her fingers before closing her eyes, they were becoming harder and harder to move.

I’m dying

The thought echoed in her head. She couldn’t decide if she was scared or relieved. If she died there would be no more suffering. Tears slipped out of her eyes, freezing on her cheeks.

I can’t. Not here. Not like this.

She curled herself into a ball. Clenching her fists as tight as she could to stay awake. She desperately tried to conserve what little body heat she had left.

The voices were faint at first, two men engaging in idle chatter as they strolled through the alley. One man’s footsteps stopped short when he saw her, much to the dismay of his partner.

“Leave it Misha. Street kids die every day here.” His foot pushed her from her side onto her back. She could barely open her eyes, any energy she had for defiance long gone. She immediately knew the man by his mask. Fatui.

“She’s holding something.” Misha reached down to pry open her clenched fist.

Her palm was soaked in blood around an object she knew she wasn’t holding before. Although she couldn’t quite make out what it was from her angle, she noticed the man’s eyes go wide.

“How many street kids do you know who have been blessed by the Tsaritsa?”  He plucked the object from her hand and held it to the lamplight. A cryo vision.

“What’s your name, child?”

Her voice came as a whisper

“Irina”

Ch. 1:

The wind in Liyue Harbor was far milder than the chill winds in Snezhnaya. The boat journey was amicable, albeit long, and she would be in Liyue for the foreseeable future. Even from the docks, she could tell. The whole city was in chaos.

Only a day passed since the Rite of Descension, a disaster of epic proportions, and it was clear there were still no answers.

Irina leaned over the side of the boat, watching the fish scatter as the anchor plummeted into the sand below. Men hurried into the boat the moment the gangplank fell, eager to unload the crates of liquor shipped from the motherland.

Pushing herself off the rail, Irina made her way down the gangplank. She knew next to nothing about her assignment. Only that Rex Lapis was dead and there was now a sea of red tape between the Tsaritsa and the gnosis.

“I trust you’re our new diplomat?”

Her attention was brought to the man before her. He had half a head of height on her with bright auburn hair and even brighter blue eyes. It was clear from what he was wearing that he was Fatui.

“Yes. I’ve been sent by Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa, to aid in the issue with the exuvia.” She held out her hand for a handshake only for the man to hold her hand to his lips, placing a small kiss before releasing.

“I’m Childe. We’ll be working closely together while you’re here in Liyue. Not like I needed the assistance, I have the situation under control.”

She wasn’t surprised that he was less than excited for her arrival, she didn’t climb through the ranks to take easy assignments.

“Aster.” It was an alias of course, she couldn’t remember the last time she used her real name. “You must be Tartaglia then. Don’t mind me. I’m here to help grease the bureaucratic gears. I won’t be interfering with your bank loan operation.”

Irina knew that the Northland Bank was a large source of revenue for the Tsaritsa in Liyue. She also knew that their interest rates and collection practices were less than ethical. Not like it was any of her concern.

The smile on Childe’s face faltered for only a second, but it was enough to betray his false hospitality. He was a harbinger, most Fatui agents and diplomats alike wouldn’t dare talk to him in that manner. But most diplomats weren’t hand chosen by the Tsaritsa herself.

“Well Aster, I’m sure you’re tired from the journey but why don’t I show you around and get you acquainted with the members of the Northland Bank, where you’ll be stationed. As your superior officer allow me to give you the grand tour”

His words weren’t lost on her. Although she wouldn’t be reporting to him on her assignment she needed to appear like she was. She couldn’t have him asking questions.

“Of course, Lord Tartaglia ” the words rolled off her tongue like venom “Please lead the way.”

——

It was clear from the endless amount of stairs he had her climb to the Yujing Terrace that he was looking to torture her. Nothing about the tour was optimal and only served to exhaust her further.

“Don't tell me you’re getting tired already!” Childe was beaming from ear to ear

She wanted to stab him. They had gone back and forth to a new landmark, each somehow across the city from the other, for the better part of 3 hours. And while she was in shape, she didn’t have an elite soldier’s stamina. Nor did Childe have to make the trek in heels.

“Of course not, I’m ready to experience all the city has to offer” She put on her most charming smile. She wouldn’t let him best her, especially not so early in the game.

Childe laughed before waving her over to the nearby railing. The view from the terrace was beautiful. From the top of the city was a view of the harbor. The streets below just beginning to light the lanterns for the night.

“I see you know how to make an impression” Irina smiled to herself as she drank in the view.

“What can I say? I have many talents.” He leaned against the rail, his eyes trained on her. “One of them is sensing bullshit. So why don’t you tell me why you’re really here.”

Irina raised an eyebrow, turning her attention to the man before her. “I’m here because the Tsaritsa is unimpressed at how long it’s taking you to complete your mission. Signora obtained her gnosis within a week of arriving in Mondstat.”

“Signora didn't have to contend with a dead Barbatos.” He countered

“If you think you can do this on your own then by all means be my guest.” Irina pushed herself off the rail, “But as of today all matters dealing with the Liyue Qixing will be handled by me. If you take issue with that you’re free to look through the paperwork I brought with me.”

Childe had no retort, but it was clear that she struck a nerve by comparing him to Signora. It didn’t matter. She would complete her mission as soon as possible and then leave Liyue for her next assignment. which would hopefully not involve the 11th harbinger.

“Well then. Allow me to escort the lady to the Northland Bank. Ekaterina has prepared the small office for your arrival.”

——

Childe didn’t lie when he said the office was small. Her office was a glorified storage closet on the upper level of the bank, barely large enough to fit a reasonably sized oak desk already stacked with paperwork. She knew when she wasn’t meeting with the Qixing she would be expected to help out with administrative work for the bank.

She didn’t expect for her superior  to drop all of his work on her as well.

Before he left for the night he tossed a map her way, a large red x marking where her accommodations would be. She was mildly surprised he hadn’t offered to walk her to the inn to keep tabs on her. Then again the Fatui presence in the city was nothing to scoff at, someone would see her eventually and most likely report back.

Thankfully the inn wasn’t difficult to find, centered in the middle of the merchant district. Accommodations weren’t large by any means, but the warm wood and red bedding were lush and inviting.

What little luggage she brought on the boat was tucked away in the corner, next to a small bathroom. She never carried much, even a small suitcase seeming excessive after growing up with nothing.

Irina glanced at the clock sitting on the dresser. Currently 11 pm. She needed to be at Liuli pavilion in 3 hours. She changed out of her clothes for something that didn’t scream ‘Fatui agent skulking around at all hours of the night’.

—-

Liuli Pavillion definitely looked closed. Irina passed maybe two people on her way from the inn to the restaurant, both of whom were definitely too drunk to remember anyone who passed them by.

Irina checked her surroundings before knocking on the door twice, followed by a brief pause, followed by four more times. She could hear footsteps coming from inside before unlocking the door.

“Can I help you? We’re closed” a middle-aged man looked her up and down, a scowl on his face

“I’m here with the jueyun chili order.”

“Already got it last week.” He barked

“Yes, but this order is a special delivery from Qingce Village.”

The man gave a curt nod before stepping out of the way. The windows in the restaurant were tightly drawn shut, locking in the dim candlelight. Irina made her way to the voices coming from the adjacent room.

The room held a small square table, one seat was filled by a dark haired man in an expensive looking suit. The other was filled with none other than the 8th harbinger herself.

Signora.

“You’re late.” She didn’t bother to look up as she took a sip from her glass of wine “Sit down, we don’t have much time.”

Irina sat down as the man from the door placed a glass of wine in front of her. She took a small sip, locking eyes with the dark haired man across the table. Was Signora going to make an introduction or not?

“This is my subordinate, Aster. She’ll be your point of contact for all things related to the contract” Signora began “Aster, this is Zhongli, you may know him better as Rex Lapis”

Irina nearly choked on her drink. She knew the anemo archon, Barbatos, had taken on a human form before having his gnosis taken. But she never imagined she’d see another archon in the flesh. The Tsaritsa living among her people wasn’t exactly common.

“It’s an honor to meet you, sir.” She wasn't sure how to respond. Clearly he didn’t want many to know if he was going by a different name. But was it alright to treat him like a normal person?

“None of that. In this form, I am simply Zhongli, consultant for the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.” He gave a small, polite smile before sipping from his wine “Not to mention going forward we’ll be colleagues.”

“Listen closely because I’m only going to explain this once.” Signora reclined back in her seat, her fierce gaze not once leaving Irina, “The Tsaritsa has signed a contract with Rex Lapis for procurement of the gnosis. Since I can’t be in the city without drawing attention, you will be my proxy. You will tell absolutely no one of the contract nor about Zhongli’s identity. Do you understand?”

“Of course Lady Signora. I will maintain the utmost discretion.”

“Good. Since you’ll be doing it anyway, I want a report on anything you can discern from the Qixing as well.” The tall blonde woman stood from her chair, turning her back momentarily before returning her focus to Irina. “One last thing. If Tartaglia so much as develops an idea of what’s happening here consider yourself out of a job.”

Irina rose from her chair to give her a nod and a salute before the other woman left the restaurant. She had no intention of failing a mission, but it was clear that Signora would rip her entire life out from under her faster than she could blink if she did.

“Please, enjoy the glass of wine with me before you leave.” Zhongli motioned for her to return to her seat “We should get to know each other since we’ll be working closely together. Not to mention it is a vintage.”

[recentanimenews]

Vanitas no Carte – 22 – Période Bleue

And so we descend into the heretofore untold story of Vanitas, AKA Number 69. He’d already been one of Dr. Moreau’s child experiments/torture victims when poor little Misha arrived. But rather than keep his head down and endure Misha’s screams, he volunteered to undergo the procedure in Misha’s place. Moreau, the quintessential mad scientist, is moved by his gesture.

So is Misha, who is pretty well-adjusted for someone who had already endured untold sexual assaults by his mother’s wealthier clients. Despite his aloof demeanor, Vanitas becomes a reluctant protective big brother to Misha. In a first act full of darkness and unspeakable cruelty and evil, it was nice to see these two children could find a moment’s warm relief under their dingy blanket.

I’ve long not been a fan of Moreau for always looking like the extra-stylized/simplified/cartoony version that other characters sometimes slip into for moments of levity. But after watching him this week do the things he does with a smile, it absolutely adds to the terror surrounding the character. He is an unhinged Mad Hatter with a Cheshire Cat grin. To his eyes, this grim, brutal world is a magical paradise of innovation.

I also felt a deep pressure in my stomach watching the “ordinary” human researchers doing Moreau’s bidding without emotion. You get the feeling they’re not under any duress (i.e. Moreau keeping their families hostage) but simply doing their jobs and following orders like good proto-Nazis. Moreau is outwardly mad, but they must be too to be able to do what they do to Vanitas and Misha.

Fortunately, they receive swift justice when Moreau’s procedure to convert the boys into “quasi-members” of the Blue Moon Clan so he can open the two Books of Vanitas. The resulting explosions kill everyone and leave Moreau crippled, and the mysterious black-skinned, white-haired vampire who claims responsibility for the chaos is primed to leave…until Misha begs them to take them with them…and when given the choice, Vanitas agrees to go with them too.

When the mysterious person introduces themselves as the Vampire of the Blue Moon, Vanitas’ chasseur training kicks in, asking them what they’re doing. They simply reply that they are helping them, since they asked for help. All of the exhaustion and the stress of the procedure catches up to Vanitas, and he passes out.

He comes to in a comfy bed of one of the vampire’s human acquaintances. When Vanitas asks how that’s possible, the vamp makes it clear that the more occult-aligned folks have always preferred consorting with vampires than the church. When the vamp asks Vanitas why he was calling out for his mother, he tells the story of what happened to his parents.

He was the bastard child of a successful doctor who abandoned his old family for his mother, a performer at some kind of traveling show. He says his mother died giving birth to him, and when vampires attacked, his father died protecting him. When the church and then Moreau took him in, he learned that humans were far more terrifying monsters than the vampires he’d spent his life loathing.

More importantly to understanding Vanitas’ character through all that tragedy and pain is the fact that he never tried to escape Moreau’s clutches for the same reason he tried to protect Misha: because he didn’t want someone else to experience that pain and trauma in his place. He is, as the vampire says, “a truly kind child”.

And yet even in the present Vanitas believes he’s no one who should be loved. In this act, we see the vampire who will later be known as Luna, Vanitas, and Misha becoming a family. We learn that Vanitas soon surpassed cooking and cleaning skills, while they made sure Vanitas and Misha got both an education and the opportunity to be boys and have fun.

But Luna knew that it couldn’t last like this for long, as both Vanitas and Misha would one day succumb to the strains against the natural world caused by Moreau’s experiments on them. So they offered their adoptive sons a choice: die as humans when the time comes (which could be in days or years), or become official members of the Blue Moon Clan when Luna turns them.

We know that Vanitas chose to live his remaining days as a vampire, even if it meant dying tomorrow. This, despite saying humans are the ultimate monsters. It’s as if he knows he could only right the wrongs of humanity by remaining a human as he began his crusade of healing curse-bearers, thus bearing his own self-imposed curse, a product of his deep-seated kindness.

As for Misha…whether he is still human or not isn’t as important as what he’s after, and how he’s willing to hurt Vanitas to get it. Misha’s already done far more than Vanitas would typically forgive, sharing memories of their past with Noé. Noe and Vanitas’ relationship has been irrevocably altered. How will Vanitas respond to these actions by his long-lost kid brother?

By: magicalchurlsukui

[misshuney]

Why Supernatural Shouldve Ended After Season 11

I just watched the rest of supernatural and just really need to vent. these are all just my opinions and analyzations and yours may differ!

I've been putting off watching supernatural for a while now because deep down I knew the current writers would not do the last seasons justice, and boy was I right.

Mind you, I'm not one of those fans with the "spn should've ended with season 5, every season after that is trash" mentality. I actually really loved seasons 6-11.

even watching season 11 I couldn't help but wonder...where are they going to go after this? they've stopped the apocalypse, defeated the leviathans, and patched up gods relationship with his sister.

the writers:oh I know! let's bring back Mary! (just to kill her off again later on) and introduce the positively boring British men of letters.  I stopped watching that year because that season was just so boring with so many pointless subplots that i didn't start watching again till this year.

the writing really went downhill that year. I'm out of the loop with alot of the behind the scenes stuff since I don't live and breath spn, but did they change writers?

■■Bad writing

season twelve was where alot of the fun and comedic elements of the show were wiped clean, which just left a whole lot of angst, drama, and action. but it just get so...dull without the lightheartedness that the show used to posses. dont get me wrong I love the drama and the angst,but when it's just moments after moments and full episodes of that, with no breaks in between, or hopeful moments, it gets damn boring. (especially when we've seen the formula so many times before. big bad, Sam, Dean and Cass making stupid impulsive decisions) but without the lighthearted and sweet moments thrown into the mix, it really is just depressing.

but where I REALLY have a bone to pick with writers, is how they ruined our favorite ■■characters development.

☆Crowley King of Hell

do not even get me started on how they killed off crowley! mark was wronged and I'm glad he made it known publicly!

I hate the "crowley was around for too long" excuse.

you wanna know who really overstayed his welcome? lucifer. as much as I love his character , he used to be this scary powerful angel, who turned into a joke the more they brought him back. Amara should've killed him off after casifer happened. I'm not even gonna go further on that because I could go on and on.

why is it that the winchesters grow to trust and like Rowena but the writers never allow them to truly grow their relationship with crowley?

crowley was not just some villain, he and the winchesters had a complicated relationship, but he should've atleast gotten a better send off.

Excuses■■

first off, I don't want to hear, the characters evolved they couldn't stay the same. that's true, they've all grown throughout the season, but why the drastic changes that happened in the last 3 seasons? they really were stripped of their core personalities and left with some 2 dimensional characters at the end, they were no longer complex.

(CASTIEL)

-oh castiel..my sweet angel baby, what is you doing is all I could think. Cas has had many arks, throughout the series. his character is always evolving for  better or worse. but you always got the sense that he is trying, and he'll always put up a fight to do whatever he thinks is right. untill season 12 and on. Cas went from this strong,awkward yet charming character.. to a boring weakling, there I said it. I don't know if Misha checked out the last few seasons or if he was just doing his best with what he was given..but castiel just comes off as so far removed and every action he takes feels so tedious. they zapped completely his dry sense of humor, and replaced it with grunts and constipated looks. I know that the angels have there wings clipped, but God, castiel can't even take on ur run of the mill monster anymore, when he used to go around smiting demons left and right even when he lost his memory. there's not even chemistry between him and Dean anymore.

- Sam was more or less the same, just twitchier, no comment on him. just less fire in him and far less complex then he used to be as a  character who always internally struggling to weight right from wrong, selfishness and sacrifice etc. he's just there.

-i could take or leave jack. didn't hate him, didn't love him.

(DEAN) The thing that pissed me off the most is how dirty they did dean. his whole thing was always being lead by his heart and fighting tooth and nail to save those who needed saving, because he couldn't not care. also, I do believe the reason that dean never went crazy after all those years of trauma and violence, was his sense of humor. he could always find a light hearted moment or a joke within all the chaos that surrounded his life. they just decided to remove all that and we were left with a cold, and angry man that gives you the sense that he's doing all this because he's supposed to, not because he really cares or loves anymore. the way they wrote him, it really did seem like Sam, Cas and Jack were just a burden to him. they weren't even in the dream world where Michael locked dean away when he possesed him. There never seemed to be a true connection between him and Jack either, he didn't seem to care whether he died or if he had to kill him himself. You get the sense that he spared Jack's life because he knew it wasn't the right thing to do, not because he loved him. If Dean doesn't act out on love anymore, then what the hell is he doing?

why was the complexity of these characters erased?

final opinions/questions**

there was not enough character development in making chuck go from this benevolent being into a malevolent one. it was just the "logical" thing to do since the guys have fought every single thing in existence already, that they take on the last big powerful character. everything known about him in the past was also discarded. they made him so petty and annoying, I'm sure Chuck was upset that things weren't going the way he wanted, but I know he saw Sam and Dean's side of it as well, (like in the season 5 finale monologue) and they could've shown us that! but they just thew away every other ones of his traits away.

also, why did the writers love screwing with Kevin Tran so much??? he truly got the end of the stick and didn't deserve it.

in the end, our heroes really went out sad and didn't get what they deserved. not even going to comment on the ending.

the way I see it, there were two good endings that were thrown away. The best ending would've been Season 5 finale and a good ending could've been the Season 11 finale. anything else was undeserved.

[bookdork1]

cannot imagine watching this show like a general audience member. just checking in once a week for 42 minutes and then dipping back out for a normal life.. imagine watching supernatural and not knowing the filmography of each writer and their fancams. not knowing how to delineate between different showrunner eras. not knowing the crimes committed by buckleming. not knowing that bobby singer is beloved but bob singer can get the fuck off my lawn. not knowing jibcon references that are years old but still trotted out regularly. not knowing about the warring factions of the fandom. not knowing far more details about the actors’ personal lives than you ever wanted to know but here we are. not knowing that misha has a poetry book and a podcast and a food show and Gish and a charity all going on. not knowing about kings of con. not knowing about chaos machines. not knowing about kripke’s obsession with naming people after his ex girlfriend and his obsession with casting jim beaver in multiple shows but giving him the same name each time. not knowing about walker and the not so conspiratorial conspiracy theories surrounding the finale. not knowing about meta or subtext or queercoding or queerbaiting or bury your gays discourse. not knowing about why lamp. not knowing about every cast member turning their back at comic con. not knowing about nominated and winning best chemistry. not knowing about a/b/o cursed legacy. not knowing about Valentine’s Day wedding. not knowing about 100,000 fics on ao3. not knowing about insane Jake Abel. not knowing about stands. not knowing about the White House intern. not knowing about the poor Twitter intern. not knowing about the cw sniper. not knowing about the sexy silence and jacting joices. not knowing about script drops. not knowing every episode off hand by name and number. not knowing about the goddamn market research.

[bippityboppitybibuck]

hey, yeah, what the FUCK happened this episode. i've been trying to follow along with the live blogs and its honestly just chaos

Hey anon!!!

Okay so a lot happened and a lot didn’t. And that was the problem, I’ve not been in the fandom long and honestly until about two months ago I had never heard the term bucklemming (and until two hours ago I didn't know it was two people).

However, the fandom has a long-standing issue with them because of pacing issues in their episodes and OOC writing (ie jack not giving two shits that Cas was still in the empty despite knowing about the deal and what would have happened to get him taken by it) and their absolute love of Lucifer.

So quick run down of plot, (apologies this did not stay as short as i planned)

Everyone in the world is dead, Dean tells Sam and Jack that Cas is gone and there are literally no questions asked, they go back to the bunker and a couple days have passed, Dean passes out surrounded by booze but that's pretty much all the mourning we see him do

They follow jacks ‘i feel an energy’ thing to a church but first they make a pit stop at a gas station where Dean finds a dog; Chuck then immediately kills the dog once Dean is all excited that something else survived with them

They go to the church and see Michael who tells them that Adam died in the rapture (yes what chuck did was the rapture) they head back to the bunker and Dean gets a call from Cas but its actually Lucifer at the door and he's here to fuck shit up but wait maybe he’s here to help, he pops a reaper into the bunker (her names betty) and then kills her immediately and she becomes the new death (because the first reaper to die after Death is killed takes over (which seems like a bad system considering decades might go by before a reaper is killed after a death dies but alas) no one questions what happened to all the other reapers by the way but that's not currently relevant) 

Because only death can read the death books betty starts reading chucks and after a few sentences luci kills her (rip betty 2020) luci reveals that he wasn't on their side (shocker there folks) and he and Michael duke it out, Luci dies (thankfully) and Sam starts to translate the book because not only is death the only one who can read the book but they are the only ones who can OPEN the book to meaning that the book had been sealed this whole time

Sam works out a spell and its ingredients and they (the three of them and Michael) go to the literal same place they burned Cas’ body in 13x01 because why not (btw this is not ever addressed) and set the spell up but it doesn't work

Chuck shows up and kills Michael for consorting with dean sam and jack (even tho he was still working for chuck and trying to do right by his father) and proceeds to beat the fucking shit out of dean and sam, they refuse to give in and keep standing up (on several broken limbs might i add) this goes on so long it feels like when luci was beating dean to a pulp in swan song. 

Finally they confuse chuck enough to make him turn around and jack is up and looking like he wants to fuck shit up. he ends up doing the same move to chuck as he did Michael while he was possessing rowena in s14 and chuck collapses

Dean responds to chucks comment about being a killing machine by saying “no I'm not” which we all think is a call back to Cas’ speech before he died. 

The heroes explain that jack had become a power vacuum (actual dialogue) (remember the flowers jack killed in the silo?) and that over these past days he's been absorbing the power that is let off by things, ie, luci and Michael fighting, the plants and flowers, chuck pummeling dean and sam (bc why rip off just infinity war when you can rip off the entire lore behind the black panther suit/ vibranium too)  

Chuck is left powerless after this and dean sam and jack drive off as a now human chuck essentially grovels on the ground. they head into town and jack brings back everyone who was killed by god in the previous episode and then gives a really weird speech that confirms that he is in fact the new god (and that amara is now in him and they are in harmony) but says he's gonna be hands off and legit just glows a bunch and disappears. 

Dean and sam go back to the bunker and realize they don't have to worry about chucks control on them, we get a like four min montage of the entire show and then they literally drive off into the sunset.  

some important notes, Cas was not brought back to life despite it being stated clearly in the episode that god has the power to bring angels back from the empty, no one even asks jack to do it and jack doesnt do it on his own

there is no mention of Bobby Donna Charlie Eileen or anyone else that was killed in 15x18

Sam never asks dean about cas, having apparently gotten all the info he needed in the sentence ‘cas is gone, the empty took him’ 

honestly the only plot thread wrapped in this ep was god’s and while that might seem big its not really enough like the episode was lacking in a lot of areas

Its been said that Bucklemming hates both Cas and Misha, and that they are literally obsessed with bibro (loving sam and dean equally- a fan made term to stop the sam girls and dean girls from fighting i think) and that they are really really into the whole ‘the show is about two brothers and the open road’ which the show hasn't been about since maybe season two or three 

I'm not sure if you can tell from my synopsis (Again sorry it got so long) that a lot of the characters seemed off, Jack not caring that Cas was still dead, Dean not mourning, sam not giving two shits either way, sam not caring to check in on eileen, neither of them checking in with their hunter friends, Michael switching back over to chucks side despite his actions in 15x09, the fact that no one mentioned the plot holes in the ep (by that i mean within the episode no one had questions about the things that didn't fit, like Michael never questioned how a book that could only be read by death was being decoded by Sam)

overall the episode was bad, objectively, not from a destiel shipper standpoint bad. there are many ideas floating around about 15x20 considering this episode really felt like the end of spn, people are mentioning that the relationship arcs are unfinished and that Dabb (whos writing the next one and who has written many of the quinticential destiel episodes) will save the day. Im holding out hope that 15x20 will be better (which should be too hard to achieve after that shit show) 

I'm sorry if this is a mess I'm a bit all over the place but I wanted to make sure you got even a partial answer

[awkward-penguin-in-a-trenchcoat]

Supernatural and Good Omens Crossover

“Hey, Cas!” Dean shouted, a strange excitement clouding his voice (and judgement). Sam and Dean locked eyes for a moment, and Sam could’ve sworn for that brief second, he saw the corner of Dean’s mouth beginning to form a small smile. “Cas! You comin’ or what?!”

Castiel entered the bunker’s hall to see Sam and Dean standing in front of the table, a bowl perched hastily, surrounded by some very common ingredients for spells. A virgins blood, the bone of a saint, goat liver... you get the gist. 

As Cas edged forward, a blinding light shot up from the bowl, forming a beam-like shape right next to it. “Dean,” Cas said gruffly, and so very tiredly, “what are you doing?”

“Hey, c’mon man,” Dean replied, pouting, “you can clearly see our own personal witch Sammy has the spell book. Not me.” He raised his hands in mock surrender, causing both Cas and Sam to simultaneously roll their eyes.

“We got him,” Sam spoke finally, much to Dean’s content, and further, to Cas’ dismay, mostly because Castiel knew exactly what Dean was doing and he was very much, as the youth say, done now. 

Cas recalled a recent incident about the fight he had with Dean. It was late and Dean had just come back from a very exhausting demon hunt, which had turned out to be quite disastrous, what with all the involvement of Hell Hounds. 

Sam had gone to bed early that day, saying that he’d catch up on some research to help beat Chuck, but Cas and Dean both knew that whatever Sam was catching up on, it wasn’t research. Dean could hear dialogues sometimes, coming from Sam’s room. Most often, it was “Title of your sex tape”, which always intrigued Dean very much, and googling it turned out to be a very bad idea.  

So, Cas and Dean were relaxing in the kitchen, sharing a bottle of whiskey, talking about everything and nothing. Dean suddenly started talking about how Crowley had turned out to be not such a bad guy for a demon. Then Dean thought about how Heaven, Hell, the Empty and the Purgatory were all in utter chaos, which led his train of thoughts towards resurrecting Crowley. Cas had made a mental note that day: late nights, whiskey, demon hunts and exhausting days always gave Dean the stupidest, most idiotic ideas of all time. 

“Sammy can bring him back,” Dean had said, to which Cas was certain he had put up quite an argument but the fight turned slightly vicious and both Cas and Dean spent the following week shooting daggers at each other. Cas eventually forgot what he had said, but Dean stood by his statement. 

This was the reason why Sam and Dean had been trying to bring back Crowley for several weeks now; trying different spells, different ingredients, different places and hell, one time, different clothes too (if you must know, Dean insisted that they wear a black suit. Yes, it had been a long day and Dean was down two glasses of Whiskey; why do you ask?). Everytime it didn’t work, Dean would spend days on end in his room, eating nothing but stale pizza, watching reruns of The X-Files. Cas was worried it would happen again. 

“Cas? You there, buddy?” Dean pushed Cas back to the present with a small but sturdy tap on his shoulder. “We got him, Cas, we got him.” 

Cas tilted his head in confusion and frowned, then looked at Sam, who nodded in agreement. They all focused on the bowl in front of them as the light grew warmer and brighter, until a figure began materialising from the beam.

Crowley opened his eyes to see himself in a strange place, a place he’d never seen before, nor considered running away to. Three men stood in front of him, tall and very well built, wearing an absurd amount of flannel. Crowley looked to his left to see a blinding light, and for a second, he thought he was in Heaven again, with that purple-eyed monster. 

“Which poor sucker are you wearing as a meatsuit, Crowley?” The man with the scruffy, short, light hair said. 

“Wait, wait, what? Meatsuit? Don’t be stupid--” Crowley sat up straight, looking around frantically, he said, “what the hell did you do with Aziraphale? Where is he?”

“Uh, Dean,” Cas began, clearly suspicious, but Dean cut him off.

“Just hold on to your horses for a second, Cas, let me handle this.”

Cas sighed.

“WHERE IS HE? And, and, did you just say Crowley? Nobody, in all of six thousand years, has ever called me “Cr-ow-ley”.” Crowley spoke angrily, then in exasperation.

“Where’s who?” Sam said, understanding something was definitely off.

“Aziraphale.” Crowley hissed, but it wasn’t an angry hiss, it was more of a habitual, slurring-of-words-hiss.

“Who’s he, your side chick?” Dean joked, but by now he was certain that whoever this person was, it was not Crowley. Sure, he had the accent. And if Crowley had been more focused on looking like an overdramatic sass queen, then maybe the black attire too. But this man, or whatever he was, he was not Crowley.

The blinding light grew brighter still, flashing an almost heavenly glow now, as another figure materialised from the beam.

The figure was more angelic than any form Castiel had seen. Michael could never. Cas could feel the figure’s aura deep inside him, resonating with his own grace, a soft humming of something divine. 

“Oh, my, you seem to have caught us in quite a compromising position,” the heavenly figure said, his voice lilted, and apparently apologetic. 

“You two are holding hands?” Dean spoke before he could stop himself. “If you think that’s compromising, boy do I have news for you.” Dean subsequently made a mental note to never talk again.

“Well I grew impatient and--” Before the figure in all shades of beige could complete his sentence, the man calling himself Crowley jumped to his feet.

“Angel! Where were you?” Crowley had gathered his senses and he was not going to let his angel go anywhere again. “Aziraphale, you gave me quite a fright, you bastard.”

“Wait, can someone explain to me what is happening?” Sam said, his hands raised, angel blade in one and holy water in the other.

“Is that...that’s holy water.” Crowley mellowed down, a frown making its way up his face.

“Now, that isn’t very kind of you, sir. There is absolutely no need to bring in weapons. That would be simply preposterous!” Aziraphale, replied calmly, miracling away the weapons from the tall man’s hands. This seemed to cause a chain reaction, making more weapons surface. Now all three men were clad with some sort of weaponry; very nifty ones too. 

“There is,” Aziraphale began again, more sternly this time, “simply no reason to be feral, dear boys.”

“If you’re wondering, I am Crowley. Crow-ley. I am a demon; didn’t fall, though; sauntered vaguely below. And this is Aziraphale. Now boys, as much as I’d like to stay here and make your lives miserable by, I dunno, replacing all the real bacon with vegetarian bacon, I’d rather wrap this up quickly. We just dealt with an apocalypse and I have the alarm set for a decade of sleeping. And trust me, you don’t want to wait for Aziraphale to start with his magic tricks.” 

Dean made a face at the thought of vegetarian bacon but quickly got over it, concentrating instead on the fact that this was Crowley too. Crow-ley, apparently.

“So, you’re not Fergus? You mother’s not Rowena? God Dammit Sammy, what’d you do?”

Sam looked as confused as everyone right now, but he could’ve sworn he had called Crowley from this universe. Something must’ve gone wrong. 

“Just give us a moment to talk,” Sam said to the angel and the demon, and turned to Cas and Dean.

“And no monkey business,” Dean added, causing Sam to roll his eyes in disappointment again.

“So, my dear, before we go back, don’t you think it would be wonderful if one could, you know, miracle the one with light hair and the one with the trenchcoat together? I would, but it has become a little--” Aziraphale began suggestively, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“What? Angel, they are just friends! Like us,” Crowley replied.

“My dear, we are married,” Aziraphale sighed, deadpanning.

“Wait, we are?! Since when?” Crowley screamed, obviously taken by surprise.

“Since you went to talk to Holmes, quite an interesting chap, about your secret admirer?” 

Crowley shook his head, still confused.

“We got married the next day, Crowley,” Aziraphale sighed again.

Crowley shook his head yet again, much to Aziraphale’s disbelief.

“You proposed!”

Sam coughed, interrupting Aziraphale and Crowley’s very important conversation about if they got married or not.

“So, here’s the thing: we think that while we were trying to contact Crowley of this universe, you, Crowley, from another universe were summoned here instead. This could be because of two things: Chuck is going insane and he no longer has control over the veils between universes, or two, because Jack (he’s a nephilim), is back, his powers might have overwhelmed the spell. We also think that because of your “compromising position”, both of you got summoned, instead of just Crowley. Either way, you are free to go.” 

“Or you could stay for a couple of drinks, if that is okay by you,” Cas said, hoping they’d stay, just so he could get to know them better.

Crowley and Aziraphale exchanged a knowing glance, coming to an agreement.

“It is noon presently; would you have cocoa by any chance?” Aziraphale chimed happily.

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Hey y’all! I am sure this has been done before but I am currently practicing escapism by writing silly fanfics so please bear with me through this phase.

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Thank you for reading uwu

[mittensmorgul]

So how do you see Dean and Cas's storyline progressing next season? I'm not asking for predictions, but I guess i am asking for your thoughts on their narrative and what that's going to look like going forward since i'm not so good at things like that.

Hrm… I mean, I’m not really sure about this, because guessing about how a storyline will progress is the literal definition of making predictions in this context. I can point at what happened last season, and now knowing for absolute sure that we’re looking at the absolute endpoint of the series and kinda wave a hand in a general direction of what’s likely to happen in the absolute broadest strokes, but we still have a LOT of missing data in this set, so there’s no way any predictions can be even remotely guaranteed (not even these broad strokes).

Missing information: Is Misha contracted for his usual 15 episodes, or will he go all out in the final season and be in every episode? Will Jared and Jensen feel the same, after having asked for more time off the last few years, will they decide to push it for one last year? And the biggest piece of missing information of all, now that the spiral narrative has jumped the track, what direction are they even heading for the end of the road? We all HOPE they’re ending for an ultimate victory and a happy (or what *we* think of as happy, in my case the “evergreen ending” where TFW lives and finally frees themselves from the cosmic game they’ve been forced into their whole lives) ending, and I’m tempted to guess that this is what the writers will give us, but there are no guarantees, and even if they came out and did guarantee this tomorrow, we still have no idea how they would get there or what it might look like *in the writers’ minds* anyway. 

So I’m really hesitant to make guesses aside from the obvious, which in this case is the immediate (not in time-scale, because it could take time) addressing of Dean’s guilt and trauma that led to him losing faith in Jack (via heavy manipulation by Chuck), to addressing Cas’s insecurity regarding his place in the Winchester family. One of the big themes that came to a head at the end of s14 was not just “lying vs truth,” because we were given proof that telling the truth all the time creates more problems than it solves, but that concealing important truths out of fear or to misguidedly spare the people we care about from worrying while carrying that burden alone is just as misguided and has the potential to cause just as much pain and heartbreak down the road when the truth inevitably comes out.

It’s the interpersonal version of “nothing stays locked up forever” that the show’s narrative foundations have been built on since the Apocalypse era. And if you wanna look at it more metaphorically, since the pilot episode, with Sam’s attempt at going off and leading a normal life and boxing up his entire life to that point and pretending it didn’t exist in order to fit in at Stanford. Life, unboxed.

So it’s something that must be addressed before the end. They’ve got 20 episodes left. What we can’t possibly guess at is HOW this will be addressed, you know?

What we DO know is that everything has been set up for TFW to finally be honest, to use their words– because much as Cas claimed that he never got words wrong, we’ve seen there’s often a disconnect  between him and Dean, between Dean’s penchant for minimizing his own needs and feelings and his fear of rejection combined with his misunderstanding of Cas’s actual feelings, and Cas’s hesitance to be completely open and honest with Dean about what he actually wants and the fact he truly does consider the Winchesters his family now (and NOT Heaven and the angels… his duty to them ended years ago, but Dean can’t really see that because of all the times Cas has run off trying to PROTECT them from having do do horrible things, or tried to solve problems on his own by cutting off communication to shield them… Dean mistakenly believes it’s because Cas still feels duty bound because of his essential nature as an angel and that he will always come second to that…) there’s a LOT going on here to address and work through and only 20 episodes left to do it in, in addition to, you know, the actual plot they’ve set up of TFW vs God for control of their own lives.

Plus there’s the other side of the Big Narrative– what I’ve been calling Team Free Empty. Jack, Billie, and the Shadow. What have Billie and the Shadow been up to, and why are they please to have Jack in the Empty now, in a place where Chuck has no power and they can plot in secret?

Where is Amara in all of this? As Chuck’s already-established other half, where is she now (because I can’t believe she’s in Reno playing Keno), and will she have a role to play in wresting narrative control of this universe from Chuck’s hands?

Heaven and Hell are both… crumbling, off the rails… effectively leaderless and seemingly falling into chaos and decay. How will the revelations of 14.20 affect these realms, and what are the consequences we’re facing now because of it? What is the long-term fate of the afterlife in general, and the billions of souls housed there?

What are the long-term consequences of Chuck’s apparent purge of Hell, bringing all those souls back to earth in the form of spirits, zombies, et al? Because THAT is what he did… I’ve seen the assumption going around that some sort of zombie apocalypse is in the offing for s15, and I just don’t buy that. Like, not at all. I see it more as the punchline to all the zombie-baiting surrounding Jack’s story since he was born, much the same as Dean firing off the grenade launcher in 12.22 was the culmination of all the grenadebaiting in s12. I don’t see it as a logistically plausible season-long narrative, you know?

I also don’t see them having to literally go back to the start to redo every hunt they’ve ever successfully completed, as implied by the three spirits from their past we saw make comebacks in the end montage. The entire narrative point of this is that TFW is fighting to take back their own fate. Not to mention all of those souls might’ve been brought out of Hell, but the things TFW has done to send them there in the first place haven’t been undone. I don’t think Gacy’s cigar box has been un-burned, you know? The innocent souls of the children of the original Woman In White haven’t been dragged out of Heaven to drag their guilty mother back to Hell again. Bloody Mary’s mirror hasn’t been restored and holding her spirit bound to it. And who do we know who has power over the dead, ensuring they are dispatched to their destined afterlife? Who once pulled every single soul who died over the course of multiple years from where they’d been trapped in the veil after Metatron slammed the gates of Heaven? Even as a regular reaper before she ascended to the mantle of Death? Yeah, Billie. My best guess is that by the end of 15.01, all those souls will be returned to where they belong, because it literally cannot stand… TFW in the graveyard swarmed by zombies with no hope of being able to fight them all off is an untenable scenario.

Not that I don’t think Chuck will spend the season tormenting them, but I think he’s gonna get more creative than this… especially when forced to deal with the very powerful friends TFW has amassed… namely Team Free Empty, who together likely have the power to counter pretty much everything Chuck can throw at them.

Free Will is a force that Chuck may have “invented,” but I don’t think it’s something he truly understands, and like the Empty, I think it’s something he literally has no power to counter. Team Free Will is finally poised to break the invisible chains Chuck had saddled them with since the beginning of time. To quote Dean in 5.18, screw destiny, right in the face.

It’s a lot to work with in a limited and defined time period, so speculating beyond this until we start seeing the direction s15 will take and where narrative emphasis will fall as a result is practically impossible, you know?

[katymacsupernatural]

Field of Dreams

Sam Winchester x Reader

1100 Words

Written For My Give Me Four Words Challenge. Requested by @cleverdame. Her four words: autumn, field, stars, hopeful

Warnings: Fluff!!

With the last dish drying on the towel, you wiped your hands on your jeans. The kitchen was clean, cleaner than it had been in months. Cookies were baked and stored where Dean wouldn’t find and eat them all. Pies were made, some frozen for later, an apple pie saved for tonight. You had even gone so far to make some dinners for the future, freezing them as well in that large, industrial fridge.

You were ready for a quiet evening. Maybe a movie with Sam in your room, cuddled under the blankets. Or maybe an evening to yourself where you could sit and read that book you had completely forgotten about. Anything but think about the next job that would no doubt be happening soon.

“Y/N? Are you in here?” Sam called out, leaning in as he searched for you. He had a huge smile on his face, a lock of hair falling in front of his eye no matter how many times he pushed it back.

“Just finishing up,” you answered, reaching up and taking a couple of cookies from their hiding spot. Handing one to Sam, you wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest. It was your favorite thing to do, snuggling into his embrace. The safest place you could imagine.

“So I was wondering if we could go out tonight,” Sam spoke, his chest vibrating as he spoke.

“Like a date?”

He chuckled, and you snuggled deeper into his arms, the smell of old books and an earthy spice filling your nostrils. “Yes, like a date. We just haven’t had time for one in a while….and I thought it would be nice.”

You smiled. “It has been quite some time since it’s just been you and I,” you answered. “I can’t wait.”

“Good! Dress warm, and I’ll meet you at the Impala in twenty minutes,” he explained, quickly ghosting his lips over your cheek before bounding down the hallway. You watched him go, his hair flouncing with each step, his movements more joyous than you had seen in a long time.

Taking a bite out of the chewy chocolate chip cookie, you sat down at the industrial table. You were excited for tonight. Even hopeful that it could turn into something more. You had been with Sam for almost two years, and while you knew a normal life was out of the question, you still couldn’t help but hope and wonder that just maybe…

Taking a deep breath, you left the kitchen behind, passing Dean in the library to your bedroom. “Dress warm,” you mumbled, staring at your closet. Pulling out a wine colored sweater, you paired it with your favorite jeans. Warm socks and your nicer boots completed the outfit, along with your down jacket. Holding it over your arm, you arrived at the garage just as Sam did.

He must have gotten dressed somewhere else. Dressed in a warm woolen pullover, he had his coat thrown in the backseat, along with blankets and a basket.

“Ready?” He asked, starting the car.

“How did you get away with taking the Impala?” You asked him, watching as the Bunker faded away. It was Autumn, the trees all around changing into vibrant oranges, rusty reds and golden yellows. The air smelled musty and earthy, and if it hadn’t been so chilly you would have rolled your window down.

“I made a deal. One that you don’t want to know about,” Sam muttered, reaching over and grasping your hand. You watched as he nervously nibbled on the inside of this mouth, his other hand tapping the steering wheel.

“So, where are we going?” You asked him, squeezing his hand encouragingly.

“That’s a surprise,” he told you.

You scooted over, leaning your head on his shoulder, watching as the sun set behind you. Sam drove away from town, turning on a graveled road. Trees turned into fields before Sam finally pulled to a stop. “Come on,” he said, taking the items in the backseat, reaching out to hold your hand as well. You grasped it willingly, walking through the freshly picked corn field, making sure you didn’t trip in the darkened evening.

Sam came to the end of the field, turning to his left, and you followed him, wondering exactly where he was taking you. But as soon as the corn field ended you knew immediately why he was here. The area in front of you was clear, except for the small pond and gazebo in front of you. An old house sat off to the side, it’s windows long since boarded up. It should have looked creepy, but with the stars lighting the sky, it seemed almost serene. “I accidentally came upon this place a couple of years ago. On a ghost hunt. I’ve always liked this place, and often come here to think.”

“I’d actually like a place like this. Well, maybe not the rundown house. But a house, surrounded by nature. With windows. I’d like windows,” you said as Sam spread the blanket on the floor of the gazebo.

“Me too. It’s actually what I dreamed about, growing up. Getting out of this life, maybe becoming a lawyer. Having a family.”

“It sounds nice,” you sighed, imagining it, knowing that you would want it with Sam at your side.

“Here,” he said, handing you an individual bottle of wine, taking a beer bottle for himself. “I’ve been wanting to share this with you for a while. And tonight seemed like a perfect night for it.”

Leaning back the railing, you smiled up at him. “Thank you for sharing.”

He sat his beer down, turning to face you. “That’s not only the reason. Y/N, we’ve been together for what? Two years? I never imagined meeting someone as amazing as you, let only falling in love with you. You’ve made this life so much better than it ever could have been, and I know I want you by my side for as long as we live. I brought you out here to ask for the honor of you becoming my wife.”

Your hopes and dreams coming true, you threw your arms around him, never even noticing the ring box he held in his hands. “Of course I will marry you! Sam, I love you so much,” you exclaimed.

“That’s great! But wait, don’t you want to see the ring?”

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[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Rest of Our Lives

Characters: Y/N (reader), Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: stressed reader, douche ex, crappy friend, bad boss, “kidnapping” - the cute kind though. Mainly just fluff though.  

Word Count: 1400ish

A/N: This is is my entry for the lovely @splendidcas’ birthday challenge. Shannon thank you for giving me an always welcome excuse to write more Misha.

My prompt for this challenge was: “I don’t kidnap, I just temporarily borrow a person” - And I love this prompt so so much, so thank you for this opportunity Shan :D

Thanks to the brilliant and sweet @chaos-and-the-calm67 for betaing this for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Opening a coffee shop was stressful, especially when the person opening it was you. You wanted everything to be perfect. This had been you dream for at long as you could remember and taking the leap and finally realizing it had not been one you had taken lightly.

It had taken years working as a waitress in a restaurant for a horrible boss and finding your cheating boyfriend in bed with your best friend. It had taken days spend in bed crying your eyes out, before you had forced yourself to get back on your feet. You were not going to let screaming bosses, bad friends or cheating exes knock you down. You were going to take this as a sign that you needed at change. You had remembered your dream then and realized it was time to realize it.

That had been almost a year ago. You had started creating a business plan and you had worked hard on getting approved for the loans you had needed. Six months ago today you had gotten them approved and the same day you had bought this building. It was also six month ago today, you had met him.

Misha Collins had literally run into you as you walked out of your not yet shop six months ago today. Six months ago today you had literally fallen for the man, who had quickly helped you back on your feet as he apologized profusely. Your first instinct had been annoyance, but as soon as your eyes had met his you fell all over again. The world around you had disappeared as you stared into a sea of blue. Misha had offered to buy you a cup of coffee as an “I am sorry for almost killing you” as he had put it and for the first time in six months you had felt completely relaxed.

Conversation had been easy with him and it had felt like catching up with an old friend. You stomach doing flip flops though had felt anything but friendly. You had trusted him the moment you had met him and you were smiling like an idiot that night when you had fallen back onto your bed. Misha had asked you out again and you had accepted. Six months ago today your life had started a new. Today, you were happier than you had ever been even if running a new business was hard work and lots of hours.

You had barely seen Misha all week, since the show he was working on as an actor had been keeping him busy too. That was one of the reasons why your jaw dropped completely as you walked into your coffee shop, ready to open for the day, finding that everything was ready. Misha’s two best friends and fellow actors were friendly bickering about something behind your counter, making you frown. You were sure Misha most have let them in here, but you weren’t sure as to why. Before you could say anything to call to their attention or even begin to figure out why they were there you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back towards his chest.

“Meet your employees for the day,” Misha’s soft whisper sounded in your ear, his warm breath against your neck sending a shiver through your body.

“What?” your eyes opened wide staring at the two men, still oblivious to your presence, before tilting your head looking back up at Misha standing behind you with a huge grin on his face.

“You want me to leave the shop with them for the day?” you asked in disbelief which only grew when Misha nodded, clearly amused with your reaction, “I can’t… They have no idea what they are doing!” You objected making Jared and Jensen simultaneously protest from behind the counter.

“That’s not nice Y/N,” Jared practically pouted before Jensen took over with assurances.

“We got this, Y/N. If we have any trouble we will call you. You need the day off.”

“No… I…” You stared at them, imagining how you would return to chaos, malfunctioning machines or worst case scenario a small fire.

“Y/N when is the last time you took a day off?” Misha asked. He still hadn’t let go of you and he squeezed you a little tighter against him as you fought to remember when the last time was you hadn’t worked for an entire day, but failing.

“I… not that long ago,” you lied, making Misha frown and kiss you cheek.

“Honey, six months is a long time. You’re coming with me today,” Misha informed you, the tone of his voice loving and warm but leaving no room for argument.

Misha grabbed your hand, dragging you towards the door as you looked over your shoulder to see Jensen and Jared waving and smiling at you.

“So you are kidnapping people now. Is that is?” you half-heartedly protested as Misha opened his car door for you, making him laugh and wink at you.

“Y/N/N, I don’t kidnap, I just temporarily borrow a person” Misha teased, making you giggle and shake your head at him. You were still a little worried for you coffee shop as Misha drove you down the street towards, God know what destination, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t more than a little excited to be spending the day alone with your boyfriend. You hadn’t realized just how much, you missed him until you were sitting in his car, eyes resting on him as he drove, occasionally sending you a smile that made your heart skip a beat.

Even after six months Misha still had that same effect on you and you doubted that would ever go away. You sure as hell hoped it wouldn’t.

No matter how much you begged and pleaded with Misha, he refused to tell you where he was taking you and after 15 minutes you gave up. After 30 you reached his destination. Your eyes opened wide when you saw the beautiful beach house Misha parked in front off.

“I put a deposit down on this place,” Misha explained his eyes resting on you, carefully assessing your reaction as your eyes still rested on the house through the windshield, “I would love your opinion before I officially sign anything though.”

“Well so far I love it,” you smiled at him before practically jumping out of the car, your excitement to have Misha in Canada for longer periods of time bubbling through you. “Show me the rest of it,” you ordered, grabbing Misha’s hand making him chuckle as he let you drag him with you towards the front door.

The house was perfect. A little big for him, but it was unique and beautiful and very Misha. You loved the quietness that surrounded the place. You loved everything about it. Especially the view and the small staircase from the balcony that led you directly down to the beach.

You stood on the balcony with Misha’s arms wrapped around you and a big smile on your face as you told Misha how much you loved it here.

“Good,” Misha’s voice sounded, before his lips trailed softly over your neck, “I want my wife to love our home.”

You froze up completely for a few seconds before you spun around in his arms, staring at him with your mouth slightly a gab, “what did you just say Mish?”

Misha smiled at your stunned reaction as he slowly dropped down to one knee and your hands instantly covered you mouth as your tears began falling from your eyes.

“Y/N I know six months might seem fast to some, but I knew after six hours you were the woman I am wanna spend the rest of my life with. I love you more than anything in the world. Please will you be my wife?” Misha asked, his blue eyes filled with hope and adoration as he looked up and you. All you could do was nod, since your voice wasn’t obeying to your commands.

“Yes?” Misha asked his voice thick with emotion, but clearly needed to hear your confirmation.

“Yes,” you gasped as tears fell freely from your eyes, making Misha’s face split in a huge grin as he slid a sparkling ring on your finger. Misha shot to his feet wrapping his arms around you, spinning you around making you squeal with laughter, before he lowered you down just enough to capture your lips with his in a sweet, tender kiss. A kiss that bore a promise of a life together filled with happiness with it.

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[impala-dreamer]

Not Gonna Leave You

SPN FanFic

~When the hunt turns bloody, Dean stays by your side...~

Dean x Reader

1,246 Words

Warnings: It's Flangst. Angst with a smooth fluffy finish.

A/N: Thanks to @idreamofhazel​ for reading it over. I don't know what this is. I needed angst and it went all fluffy on me...

“You just sit tight, OK? Y/N! Look at me Sweetheart. You’re gonna be fine.”

Your eyes fluttered back open as Dean laid you down across the backseat of the Impala. Green eyes. So pretty. Like spring grass after a rain. No, that was too bright. They were a darker green. You couldn’t think of what they reminded you of, what name you could give to the color. Your head grew fuzzy again, your vision blurring as you tried to study on his face. You brought your hand up to cup his cheek, smiling as the world danced around you, shapes and colors falling in and out of focus. “Dean, you’re so pretty.” Your tongue was heavy and your words slurred. You laughed at the sound of your own voice; it seemed distant and unreal.

Dean’s face filled with panic as he watched your eyes begin to roll again. “Y/N! Hey, stay with me,” his voice pulled you back, giving you something to cling to. He pressed his flannel to the gaping wound in your stomach, attempting to staunch the blood flow. You’d already lost so much, he wasn’t sure how much longer you would hold on. “Listen to me.” He grabbed your hand and placed it on the shirt, pressing down. You winced with pain as the pressure sent a shock through your system, making you gasp. “You need to hold this.”

“It hurts,” you whimpered, pouting like a child in your dizzy haze.

“I know Sweetheart, just do it for me, OK? I gotta drive.” He pulled away, backing out of the car quickly.

You yelled and reached for him, “Don’t leave me Dean!”

“I’m not leaving Y/N. I won’t leave you.”

The door slammed and you stared up at the roof, tired again and desperate to fall asleep. The engine roared to life, and the tires squealed as Dean pulled away, speeding down the dark road. The car swayed, the bumps in the road rocking you gently. You closed your eyes for a second, just to see how it felt.

“Talk to me Y/N!” Dean called to you, trying to see your face in the rearview mirror. His knuckles blanched as he gripped the wheel; his heart beating loudly in his ears.

“Christmas tree,” you said with a tiny laugh.

“What?”

“Christmas tree. Your eyes are the color of a Christmas tree. So pretty. I wish I had green eyes. Mine are plain and stupid.” Your head rolled to the side on it’s own. It was hard to control your neck suddenly. Your gaze fell to the cracked black leather seat, and you followed a line from bottom to top, wondering just how many miles this old car had traveled.

“Your eyes are beautiful Y/N,” he answered, trying to keep you talking.

“Dean?”

“Yeah Sweetheart, I’m here.” He sat up, pulling himself closer to the wheel as he flew down the highway, on alert for signs for the hospital.

You sighed, another wave of sleepiness passing over you. “Do you think Cas will be able to visit me in Heaven?”

He turned around quickly, looking over his shoulder at you as fear ripped through his gut. “What? No!”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you laughed quietly as your eyes returned to the ceiling. “I’m probably going to Hell anyway. Hey, at least I’ll know some people down there.”

Dean growled, clenching his jaw and pressing the gas pedal to the floor. “You are not dying Y/N! Just hold on!”

“It’s cold in here. Put the heat on…”

“Y/N!”

~

The sun was shining brightly, blinding you with harsh, white light. You tried to raise your hand to shield your eyes, but you couldn’t move; something was holding you down, keeping your hand at your side. You wiggled your fingers and tried to pull away but you were stuck. Slowly you opened your eyes, peering into the painful light.

It wasn’t sunlight. Two long florescent bulbs hung above your head, encased in a plexiglass box. As your pupils closed, adjusting to the brightness, you looked down from the ugly drop ceiling to the thing holding you down. It was Dean.

His hand was wrapped around yours, his forehead pressed to the top of his own hand as he slept. You smiled and took in the rest of your surroundings, realizing he’d made good on his promise to get you help. A glance at the monitor by your bed confirmed your vitals were good, and you took a deep breath, making sure everything was working. You wiggled your toes, flexed your free arm and cleared your throat. You’d be fine.

“Psst…” You pressed your tongue to your teeth and called to Dean, not wanting to jar him awake. Poor guy had been through enough during this hunt and you knew he was exhausted. But still, you were going to need your hand back eventually. “Dean.”

His head popped up instantly and he sucked in a deep breath, his eyes rushing immediately to your face. A look of relief washed over him and he stood up, pushing away the chair to move up the bed to look you over. “Hey, how you feeling?”

You licked your lips and croaked, “Thirsty”

He laughed and turned away, bringing back a cup of water. He pressed it to your lips and you took a tiny sip. “Thanks,” you smiled. “You look like shit, you know that?”

Dean took the cup from you and sighed, “You should see yourself.” Slowly he sat back down and ran a hand down his face, wiping away the remains of sleep. He looked worn out and done; dark circles lined his eyes and his cheeks were shadowed with the beginnings of a beard.

“Why don’t you go get some rest? I’ll be fine,” you offered, tilting your head to see him better.

“Nope.” He grabbed your hand again, closing his warm fingers around yours. “I said I wasn’t gonna leave you, and I’m not.”

“Dean, I’m OK.”

He shook his head, refusing to listen. “Just shut up Y/N. You’re not getting rid of me.”

You sighed and tried again, “Dean,”

“No. Just stop it!” He scolded, “You almost died, don’t you realize that? I’m not going anywhere. I’m gonna sit right here whether you like it or not and that’s the end of it. I’m not gonna lose you.”

You agreed, silently. There weren’t any words you could say really. You smiled, grateful for his stubbornness, for his comfort, his caring, for him. He looked up at you again, his green eyes shining with wetness as he fought back his emotions; he really did care for you, you knew that, and the feeling was more than mutual. He was everything you’d ever wanted, and a few things you didn’t know you had. Dean Winchester had saved your life yet again, and this time you’d be sure and let him know how much you appreciated him. This time, you’d tell him everything.

“Hey Dean,” you started, suddenly nervous, but determined to try. “When they let me out of here, would you wanna… buy me a drink sometime?”

Dean chuckled, “Y/N Y/L/N, are you asking me out?”

“It’s quite possible. But I’m also on morphine, so…” you shrugged, grinning like a fool as he teased you.

“Yeah, I’d love to buy you a drink sometime.”

You smiled and looked away, trying not to blush too hard. “Cool.”

“Yeah, cool.”

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