11Jan

cutloosemcgoose: Fic: Too Good to Be True, 1/?, WIP

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Current location:HomeCurrent music:“King of anything,” Sara BareillesEntry tags:10 things i hate about you, crossover, fiction, supernatural

Fic: Too good to be true, 1/?, WIP oh, boy. First foray into posting fic online. Hopefully all the formatting comes out okay.Title: Too good to be true (1/?), WIPAuthor: cutloosemcgoose (Stasia)Rating: PG as of now (no sex, minor language)Spoilers: none for the seriesWarnings: Some language (‘bitch’)Word Count: 1644 for this sectionDisclaimer: I don’t own anything related to Supernatural, 10 Things I hate About you, or Shakespeare. I don’t even own a car. I’m making no profit off of this and am here just to play in someone else’s sandbox.Summary: Gabriel Milton is new to Lawrence High, but he’s already got his eye on Sam Winchester. unfortunately, Sam’s not going anywhere until his antisocial brother, Dean, starts dating. Gabriel needs a miracle, but he might have to settle for the mysterious Castiel Novak as the solution to his problems.Author’s Notes: This is a High School AU/Crossover of "Supernatural" and "10 Things I hate About you." you don’t need to be familiar with "10 Things I hate About You" (or its source material, Shakespeare’s "The Taming of the Shrew"). Actually, you don’t need to be familiar with anything for this, but you may not enjoy it if you don’t, at least, know "Supernatural." several lines are taken from the movie. It’s also a work-in-progress.a million thanks to heathyr_iltp for the original idea (and the phrase "snarky man bitch") and to everyone who commented on the teaser with their encouragement. Comments and criticism are very welcome. Hope you all enjoy it. Nine schools in ten years, and Gabriel Milton should be used to this by now. It doesn’t get easier but, then again, it’s not exactly like it was hard to begin with. His dad is off, being in charge of the whole world or something, which leaves Gabriel to be shuffled from one mind-numbingly boring high school to another, whenever the nannies feel like it. Nothing ever changes, from one town to the next—just the pranks that Gabriel chooses to play on his selfish, sanctimonious, self-involved fellow classmates. He’s thinking about turning it into a game; just what percentage of the graduating class can he subtlety torture before upper management catches on? He’s still working on the details, but he thinks involving jello is a good first step. “Mr. Milton,” the woman behind the desk says, interrupting his fantasies. The nameplate in front of her reads, “Rebecca Rosen. Secretary/Guidance Counselor.” Apparently, Lawrence High is small enough that one person can do both. Gabriel gives himself a month. “welcome to Kansas. It says here that you’re transferring from Muncie, Indiana?” “bad break-up, you know how it is,” Gabriel says, with an award-winning smile. Ms. Rosen doesn’t laugh. “and before that, Wellington, Broward, and Springfield. You’ve certainly gotten around.” “in more ways than one, sister.” now she’s outright glaring. Shit, Gabriel clearly underestimated the effect of his charm. maybe she’s a lesbian. “Funny.” She grabs a stack of papers from on top of the desk. “Class schedule, map, list of relevant locations. There’s a student outside waiting to show you around.” Gabriel just sits there, waiting for her to say something else, but she doesn’t, and it quickly deteriorates into an awkward staring contest. “Scoot!” Ms. Rosen says, flapping one hand at him. “I’ve got a waiting room full of delinquents to see and a J2 Big Bang fic to write. Out!” she adds, when Gabriel continues sitting, somewhat flabbergasted. He grabs his bag and leaves, too startled (especially by that Bang thing, what the hell is that?) to even get a good one-liner off. It looks like Lawrence High might be a little different, after all. Right outside the office, some kid dressed all in black is slouched against the wall, tapping away rapidly at a cell phone. “Gabriel Milton, I presume?” the guy says, not even looking up from his texts. He’s got a British accent which, combined with the ensemble, gives him a smarmy, James Bond vibe. “Crowley, I’ve been assigned as your high school liaison for the foreseeable future.” “Lucky me,” Gabriel says, “look, pal, this isn’t exactly my first time at the rodeo, so spare me the speeches. I’m pretty sure I can find a bathroom on my own.” “Only ‘pretty sure’? Bit pathetic for a seventeen-year old who’s been to, what, nine schools in the last ten years?” Gabriel fees himself flush. “how the hell did you know that?” Crowley finally looks up from the phone, smirking at Gabe as he slips it into his pocket. “Information is power. I’m not one for hand-holding, but I feel like our acquaintance could be mutually beneficial.” “is this the part where you tell it’s the beginning of a beautiful friendship?” “you don’t look the type to appreciate sweet-talking, so no.” In all the schools he’s been to—all the towns, really—Gabriel’s never really found someone that he can go toe-to-toe with. He kind of likes it. and, hell, it’s not like he has anything to lose. a hundred bucks says he’s yanked from Lawrence before he even begins striking fear into the hearts of the general population. “Deal,” Gabriel says. “what do you have for me?” Crowley (no first name necessary or even offered) takes Gabriel on a tour of the school. He basically glosses over everything (“classrooms, bathrooms, principal, gym”) before leading Gabriel to the courtyard, the ‘nexus of all human activity at this school.’ “Jocks,” he says, pointing to where a bunch of buff guys are tossing a football around, “cheerleaders; art-house, foreign films geeks; smokers; smokers; Dungeons and Dragons nerds; eco-friendly tree-huggers; and future CEOs of America.” As they pass by the last group, all decked out in variations of ‘business casual,’ the students all turns their backs to Crowley. a few even sneer. “What’s their problem?” “Sodding idiots, the lot of them,” Crowley says, bitterly. “a week ago, I was their king.” “They threw you out? Wow, shocker.” He hopes the sarcasm is evident. From the look Crowley’s giving him, message: received. “Hostile takeover, in fact. Don’t worry, they’ll pay.” Gabriel starts mentally reviewing his repertoire, wondering which of his greatest hits will have the most impact on the disloyal schmucks. He’s about to suggest planting suspicious substances (always a favorite) when he catches sight of—no joke—one of the most gorgeous guys he’s ever laid eyes on; and Gabriel grew up in Los Angeles, so that’s saying something. a heavenly choir doesn’t start playing in the background, but Gabe recognized that guy as an unearthly specimen, anyway. Crowley’s already walking away when Gabriel grabs his arm and drags him back. “Who’s that?” Crowley squints irritably at the crowd. “who? be more specific, Dopey.” Gabriel scowls. There’s practically a spotlight following the leggy brunet around. “Tall, gorgeous, three o’clock.” Crowley searches the students, then smirks. “oh, that moose? Sam Winchester, but don’t get any ideas.” Sam Winchester. Gabriel indulges in some serious staring, because, come on. The guy is tall, lanky, and has a smile that could probably light up a room. Plus, those shoulders. The fact that he’s got several inches on Gabriel only adds to the appeal. So he likes tall guys. So sue him. Crowley’s blathering on in the background, but Gabriel can’t stop staring as Sam laughs at the guy next to him, a blond that doesn’t even begin to compare. His legs start moving towards the other boy, with no conscious decision on his part, and Crowley has to race to catch up with him. “Have you heard a word I’ve said? look, I’ll admit he’s easy on the eyes—” “It’s not just that,” Gabriel says, trying to move close enough to eavesdrop on Sam’s conversation. “yes, he’s beautiful and deep, I’m sure,” Crowley deadpans. Another inch, and— “and then I said, that debate performance was completely underwhelming. I mean, who chooses moral high ground to argue with?” The blond nods. “I know. Hey, Sam, I know you can be overwhelmed and you can be underwhelmed, but do you think you can ever just be whelmed?” Sam screws up his face a little. “I think you can in Europe.” The two move out of earshot. okay, so it wasn’t the most scintillating conversation Gabriel’s ever heard, but they’re in high school, it’s not like he expected a diatribe against the unfairness of corporate law. “Seriously. Mate. Let this one go.” “There’s more to him than you think,” Gabe insists, still watching as Sam exchanges high-fives with a bunch of the Birkenstock crowd. “maybe he’s not the brightest bulb, but look at that smile. You’re missing it, but there’s something else there.” Crowley snorts. “Whatever you say, lover boy. you still haven’t a snowball’s chance. Father’s very uptight, and the Winchesters don’t date.” “I’ll figure something out.” He can’t stop staring. There’s something about Sam Winchester: the way he’s so comfortable in that oversized body (man, that body) of his; or maybe the way he smiles at everyone he passes; or the way they all stare adoringly at him. It’s been a while since Gabriel’s been interested enough in anyone to try, and he wants so much more than that, here. “If you’re really that confident,” Crowley butts in, “I’ll give you the heads up. He’s looking for a French tutor.” A game plan is rapidly beginning to form. “The language of love, perfect!” “Fluent, are we?” “Nope,” Gabe says, grinning. “Don’t know a word except ‘voulez-vous coucher avec moi?’” “Perfect,” Crowley says. “good luck charming Gigantor with that one.” Their conversation is interrupted when someone slams on their horn, causing both boys to jump a foot in the air. Some guy sticks his head out the window of a classic car, looking murderous. “Hey, idiots! Pull your heads out of your asses and get out of my way!” he yells at them. besides him, a blonde girl is laughing hysterically, probably at the way Gabriel is clinging to—holding onto, he mentally corrects—Crowley. They scramble out of the way as the guy guns his engine and speeds away. “Holy crap, what’s his problem?” Gabriel asks. He blames his jumpiness on the adrenaline rush. “that, Farquad, was your boyfriend’s older brother. you certainly drew the short straw when it comes to in-laws.” “that was Sam’s brother?” “The one and only. Dean Winchester. also known as ‘the snarky man bitch of Lawrence High,’ ‘that heinous bitch,’ and my personal favorite, ‘the Ice Queen.’ I would advise you to avoid his wrath at all costs.” Gabriel is still trying to reconcile sunny, smiling Sam with…that guy. “how bad can he be?” “Let’s see, today is Tuesday? I’ll have to introduce you to Gordon Walker, his testicle retrieval surgery was this morning.” Gabriel’s jaw doesn’t drop. Much. “are you saying—?” Crowley shrugs. “Winchester senior still maintains that Walker kicked himself in the balls. Gordon has, wisely, chosen not to comment.” Well, let it never be said that Gabriel Milton turns down a challenge. “That’s…cool,” he says, going for nonchalant. Judging by Crowley’s expression, he doesn’t quite get there. “Like I said, neither of the Winchesters date. Dean, for obvious reasons. Sam, because his father is, shall we say, overprotective. So, good luck with that.” “Trust me,” Gabriel says, with a bravado he’s not entirely feeling at the moment, “luck is one thing I do not need when it comes to love.” “We’ll see about that,” Crowley says.

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01Jan

The Trouble Seems to Always Wanna – Comment Fic-December

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me in a nutshellTitle:  My first, Second, and third LovesRating: PGWord Count: 466Prompt:  Written for drabblewriter : "Supernatural, Dean +/ any, one accident the Impala just couldn’t come back from.

Ben runs away afterward.Which just makes it a million times worse, because then Dean has to chase him down.Forty-eight hours flying after a bus in a stolen car.Lisa’s soft sobs emanating from his cell phone every time he had to pull over for gas.the build up of nerves and worry and anger.Dean is relentless.He finally–finally–catches up.There’s a figure sitting on the floor of a far-away bus station, huddled in his denim jacket with nothing but the clothes on his back and whatever had been in his wallet.the lump of blue cloth squeaks when Dean’s boots enter its line of vision."Benjamin," Dean issues through tightly-locked teeth.the bundle makes a choked noise as it slowly unfolds. Worried, fearful eyes don’t quite meet Dean’s. "yes, sir."and Dean yanks the teen upright and into his arms. Ben makes a soft "omph" sound as he collides with Dean’s chest, and Dean does his best to squeeze the kid’s breath right out of him.After a second, he pushes Ben away, holding him out at arms-length to look his son over. There’s a shallow gash over Ben’s left eye, and a bruise along the underside of Ben’s chin. the kid is all sorts of stiff, but he’s also been sitting in a bus station for three hours.It’s nothing short of a miracle, and Dean pulls Ben back into the tight hug, swearing softly.After a long moment, Ben tentatively hugged him back. Dean carded a hand through short hair, pressing a kiss to the top of the kid’s head because the situation warranted actual physical affection with a possible side of never letting his kid go again."I’m sorry," Ben whispered, dry sobs wracking his body as he clung to Dean. "I’m sorry.""You better be," Dean growled into his son’s hair."I’m sorry."It was a miracle. Nobody should have survived that crash. Dean had seen the Impala. He had heard the reports from the rescue workers first on the scene. Any other driver . . . any other car . . . and the crash would have been fatal. Except a skinny seventeen year old of a certain height angled just right to be protected by the exact curve of metal . . ."I’m sorry," Ben continued to croak. the kid couldn’t cry; he’d probably used up all his tears during the self-imposed exile."I’m sorry too," Dean murmured.Because the Impala is gone. the last trace of Dean’s old life–his only tangible connection with his old family–is scrap metal beyond any sort of repair. No amount of work could restore it. the Impala is gone, but she hadn’t taken his kid with her.that was Dean’s baby. Always looking out for him.Title: and Their Promises They’d KeptRating :P GWord Count: 499Prompt:  Written for hugglewolf : "Supernatural, Castiel, Dean, Sam, Family.  Castiel’s vessel reverts to a child, permanently, as does he.  He’s now a baby angel, and Dean and Sam have to look after him like they’re his fathers.  It means moving from town to town when people realise the little boy isn’t aging, and some nights Dean lies awake worrying what will happen to Cas if anything happens to him or Sam."Summary:  Title taken from Heather Dale’s song, "the Changeling Child."

It’s their fourth move and the eighth year.

The air conditioner isn’t hooked up yet, and it’s August, so all three of them are sleeping on mattresses in the living room under the direct influence of the only working fan. Even Sam was easily persuaded to order pizza and forget the sheets which may or may not be in the box labeled KITCHEN instead of the box labeled LINEN (because while Sam is a nerd, and an organized one at that, Dean rushes things). as usual and regardless of heat, Castiel is sprawled over Sam’s chest with a Rubik’s cube, although both brothers know that he’ll be sharing with Dean by morning.He looks about nine, but it’s younger or something in angel years because he’s too clingy and too vulnerable. so they try passing him off as eight or once even a daring seven. Castiel still hasn’t quite figured out falsehoods, so they try to keep it easy on him–or at least keep it consistent.Baby angels can recite the multiplication table up into the twelve digits, master Mario Kart, and navigate the continent by stars alone. Baby angels can’t fly (although they certainly try), need help to groom their wings, and have a dangerous degree of empathy.and yes, there’s a story behind each of those.the crash course in caring for baby angels was carefully documented in both Sam’s neat print, and Dean’s rushed hand. eight years in, Sam and Dean are pros. Baby angels didn’t sleep, but they were used to nesting behavior, so Castiel shared a bed with at least one of them. Baby angels liked honey, so there were honey-glazed donuts every Sunday. Baby angels needed this. Baby angels did that.Baby angels didn’t age.eight years since Dean hauled a child-sized Castiel out of the rubble, and Castiel remained unchanged. his face is as smooth and as young as it had been when Dean pressed it into his neck during the hurried flight from a leveled motel in Dallas.Dean is almost forty. his hair is already shot with gray. his back’s been messed up one time too many, and Dean knows that he looks older than he is. At the start of this arrangement, he posed as Castiel’s father with Sam the dorky uncle. Now Sam is the one that teachers ask for and that the neighbor kids greet as "Cas’ Dad."Another four years and two-maybe-three moves, and they’ll have to change their story again. They’ll have to explain things away differently with each new move.there is no back-up plan.there is no one left that Sam and Dean can trust to care for Castiel when they are gone. Bobby, Jo, and Ellen are dead. Gabriel and Chuck are missing. No civilian can be trusted with the secret. there is no back-up.Dean isn’t the praying type. But when Castiel crawls in beside him a few hours before dawn . . . Dean prays for one more year.

Title:  Within ReachRating:  PG-13Word Count:  553Prompt: Written for hugglewolf : "Supernatural, Castiel, cursed!brothers, Bobby.  Castiel comes looking for Bobby and the Winchesters but it’s a cursed Sam and Dean that he finds.  By the time Bobby comes home and breaks the curse, Castiel is bleeding and traumatised and Bobby isn’t sure how to fix him.  Or even if he can, never mind how guilty Sam and Dean are."

The door of the panic room was open. Castiel dropped his things and lunged inside, pulling the door shut after him. He reached for the bolt, but his eyes blurred, his hand missed, and he slid down the door to his hands and knees.Time passed. He might have slept. Castiel wouldn’t know.*It had been a nasty curse.Bobby frowned at the closed door which mocked the humans remaining outside. Sam watched guiltily from his seat at the bottom of the stairs. Dean–concussed, but standing–hovered to Bobby’s left."He won’t let us in," Dean whispered quietly. "Why should he?""Because I said so," Bobby declared, stepping forward and yanking on the door handle. to both his and the Winchesters’ surprise, it opened easily, and Bobby almost tripped over Castiel. then he was thrown away from the room violently with Dean after him in a long silent scream of invisible force.It didn’t let up, keeping the Winchesters plastered against the opposing wall. and it was all Castiel, who was sitting dumbly just a foot inside of the doorway and out of reach."get out here," Bobby ordered. "I said come here, Castiel!" Reluctantly, Bobby gentled, trying a coaxing voice. "come on out, Feathers. We can’t help you in there.""I don’t want help." the strangled voice was almost unrecognizable as Castiel’s.Bobby grit his teeth, and grabbed at the stair railing to pull himself forward. Determinedly, he reached for a support beam, and then snagged the open door. He pulled until he stood in the doorway of the panic room."I don’t want help," Castiel addressed Bobby’s boots. the grace started to fade."Tough," Bobby grunted, and grabbed Castiel’s shoulders. the angelic shout of pain shattered glass upstairs, but Bobby didn’t let go. He heaved the angel up and out of the panic room into Dean’s waiting arms.the oldest Winchester yanked Castiel back from the doorway as if it burned. the angel stiffened in the human’s grasp, hands scrabbling for purchase in the flannel shirt, and muscles tense."every thing’s okay now, Cas," Dean tried to soothe. "We’re going to take care of you, and then we’ll . . .""I don’t need to be taken care of," Castiel disagreed."your wings . . ." Sam trailed off. For a second, it looks like Castiel is going to flee. then he goes limp in Dean’s grasp and the huge black wings flicker into sight. They’re not widespread the way Dean described seeing them almost two years ago, but curled tightly around the angel, hiding him from view.They’re not beautiful. they reminded Bobby of a bird that had been torn apart by a stray cat many years ago. they were ripped, feathers missing in gaping patches, over a twisted bone structure.Bobby touched one. Castiel tried to flinch away."Let’s have none of that," Bobby told him sharply. "get that shirt off, and let me make sure that you ain’t hurt anywhere else."Castiel was trying so hard to stand perfectly still that he actually shook. "No.""I don’t recall bein’ one for arguing, Feathers. You’re hurtin’ human-like, and I don’t let my boys hurt when I can do something to stop it."Castiel doesn’t fly away when Bobby takes a wing in hand again.It’s a start.

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30Dec

Supernatural Season 6 Cast Photos & Teaser Videos » Right Cinema

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The CW has released a round of new Supernatural season 6 cast photos and teaser videos of what’s to come for Dean and Sam in the second half of the season! Check out the pics of Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki and Mischa Collins here with videos of the January preview after the jump. plus find out when the Winchester brothers will be returning to the small screen in 2011!

Just in time for Christmas, the Supernatural cast photos have arrived in promotion of the second half of season 6 where the Winchester brothers will be returning to their usual fight with demons, monsters and possibly Sam’s soul! the CW has also released some teaser videos for fans of the series. Get the latest below.

Donning all black the Supernatural cast photos feature Jensen Ackles with that signature bad boy stare, the gorgeous Jared Padalecki and our favorite Angel Castiel played by Misha Collins. Check out the pics here and let us know what you think!

So what lays ahead for the Winchester brothers when Supernatural season 6 returns on January 28th, 2011? According to a slew of info from show runners, along with some speculation from fans and other web sites, Sam and Dean still have to deal with that pesky situation of Sam’s newly acquired soul. will Sam be “Sam” again? will that wall come crashing down?

We also know that the Winchester brothers will be saving some “local virgins who are being kidnapped by a dragon with massive wings, scales and a lair to keep its prey.” Previously without any regard for human life, how will Sam do in such a situation? after all he did leave Dean high in dry in the X Files episode to shack up with a local! Of course we’ll also see how the situation between the brothers pans out as well.

Like a Virgin is “a good episode to watch if you’re interested in our monster mythology, says longtime executive producer Sera Gamble. We answer the question of why, after all this time, this creature has returned now. There’s a pretty big bombshell. Blame the Apocalypse, the episode’s director, Phil Sgriccia, hints. after last season’s epic struggle between Heaven and Hell, “the Earth is a bit off its axis, so all the monsters are out and acting differently. It’s a new set of rules.”

For a sneak peek of what’s to come you can check out the CW’s Teaser Videos below, which features a look at the next four episodes set to air in January 2011, and don’t forget to tell us what you think of those latest Supernatural season 6 cast photos released?

See videos and photos of Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki below.

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21Dec

Supernatural Season 6 Premiere Review & Discussion – Screen Rant

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Tonight, the CW’s hit series Supernatural enters a new era. with the original series storyline conceived by creator Eric Kripke completed, Supernatural must now start a fresh chapter in the world of the Winchester brothers.

We’ve followed the Winchester boys through some shocking events: the Apocalypse, Sam going to hell, getting out of hell and – as we saw in the season 5 finale – creepily watching Dean through the window, outside of his house. while fans know that neither heaven nor hell (or death!) can separate the guys, things have changed.

Dean is now a family man with a wife, a child and a “good” job. It’s going to take something pretty spectacular to drive him away from his new-found happiness. while I believe that your brother crawling out of hell, after being taken over by Lucifer may be pretty spectacular, I’m willing to bet that it’s going to take something else – or someone else.

Preview (courtesy of the CW)

It’s a year later and Dean (Jensen Ackles) has given up hunting and is living with Lisa (guest star Cindy Sampson) and her son Ben (guest star Nicholas Elia). Mysteriously freed from his cage in hell, Sam (Jared Padalecki) finds Dean and tells him he needs to rejoin the fight as well as introducing a world (and family) he never even knew existed – the Campbells, his mother’s family, lead by none other than their Grandfather Samuel (Pileggi).

Review

When a typical season of Supernatural begins, viewers are met with the sounds of AC/DC’s “You Shook me All Night Long” while being presented with the adventures of the past season under the title “The Road so far.”

This year, AC/DC was replaced by a more somber arrangement and the familiar title card was exchanged for “One Year Ago.”

These dulcet tones, while initially disorienting to those familiar with the series, serve as an impressive means by which to convey the show runners are staring anew. even though fans knew that season 6 would present a new Supernatural storyline, after Eric Kripke’s original arc, many (including myself) were expecting a metaphorical (or theoretical) restart rather than the literal new beginning we received in the premiere.

As much as fans of the series may disagree, this was the perfect way to present the beginning of season 6 – so much has change and many of the series’ characters have been given new and different roles. If the producers were to continue on, as if it was a typical episode, the premiere would have felt extremely sloppy and unfaithful to way in which Supernatural handles storylines.

Unfortunately, I don’t think that the producers felt the same way – since the introduction of the Campbell family served no other purpose than to provide character filler for the episode. while many fans knew that Sam and Dean’s grandfather would be returning, no one expected (or wanted) an enormous family reunion. In the past, Supernatural has often had problems handling “relatives.” the character of Adam (Sam and Dean’s half-brother) was a perfect example. He was poorly realized, horribly cast, and ended up feeling like nothing more than a spur-of-the-moment idea – rather than something planned from the beginning.

Of course, Mitch Pileggi is the exception to that rule. As Sam and Dean’s grandfather, he has already proven himself to be a wonderful addition to the series. Although, with the obvious hints that “something else is going on,” they have all but ruined any future surprising reveals about his character – a poor decision by the producers, especially with the pacing in this episode. It felt as if they replaced any intended episodic conclusion with a poorly implemented reveal – offered by new characters we weren’t familiar with in the first place.

While I enjoyed this episode and thought it was a great start to what will surely be an amazing season, I couldn’t help but feel unfulfilled as the episode ended. Sure, one is always left wanting to see the next episode of Supernatural, but that’s because we’re excited about what’s going on and want to continue the storyline as soon as possible. In this case, I want to see the next episode of Supernatural so that I feel some type of closure or that something else, other than bringing Sam and Dean together, occurred.

Final Thoughts

The season 6 premiere of Supernatural was a great way to start off a new season, and chapter, in the world of the Winchester brothers. while the episode started refreshing and new, it ended awkwardly and without much closure. Hopefully, as the season progresses and more of the intended story is revealed, things will get better.

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11Dec

fandomcorner: Fic: Never Take Advice From Dean Winchester

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Fic: never Take Advice from Dean WinchesterTitle: never Take Advice from Dean WinchesterAuthor: hilsPairing: Sam/CastielRating: PGWord Count: 1953Summary: Castiel wants to do something special for Sam and decides Dean is the only one to help him. unfortunately. Notes: Gift for lilchibibunny for the sassy_otp fanworks exchange. I tried to use all of your prompts. Hope you likeThanks to isarae and syzygyone for the beta work“Dean, I require your assistance.”Castiel had honestly expected that, given how long they had known each other, Dean would be used to his sudden appearances by now. But as usual, Dean jumped at the sound of his voice and almost dropped the plate he was washing.“Cas, we’ve talked about this. Warn a guy before you poof into the room. and while we’re at it, is the word ‘hello’ not in your vocabulary?”“Hello, Dean.”Dean sighed. “What do you need? got a job? Because let me tell you I am aching to kill something right about now.”Castiel’s eyes flitted about the room. He could already tell Sam wasn’t here, but it didn’t hurt to check. “Is your brother here?”“No, Sam went grocery shopping. I can call if you need him?”Castiel grabbed Dean’s arm as he reached for his phone. “No, this is a delicate matter and we need to be alone.”Dean sighed again and tossed the washcloth back into the sink. “I had a feeling this might be coming. look, Cas, you’re an okay guy for an angel but I just don’t swing that way. Sorry.”Castiel frowned. Occasionally, he wished there was a dictionary of some sort for the slang terms that Dean used. “I don’t understand.”“Jeez, you don’t make this easy do you?” Dean muttered. “I’m saying nothing is ever going to happen between us. ever.”Castiel stared at Dean, eyes wide and unblinking as he tried to process what Dean was saying. “Dean, I came here to tell you that I have developed certain feelings for your brother and-““Whoa!” Dean raised his hand. “Are you telling me you’ve got the hots for Sam?”“Yes.”“My Sam?”Castiel nodded.“Not. . .” Dean coughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay, how about we just pretend the last five minutes never happened, okay?”“If you wish,” Castiel replied. No matter how much time he spent on Earth, humans would always be perplexing to him. Especially Dean.“Good,” Dean said. “Because I do not need to know that you want to bone my brother, okay? I should have figured really, with all the old books and stuff you keep bringing him.”“Is it not customary to bring gifts to the person with whom you wish to couple?” Castiel asked. “That was my understanding.”“Yeah, I guess it is,” Dean shrugged. “But I don’t need to know the details of your feelings or whatever. Go tell him that. You want my blessing or something? You got it. The kid needs to get laid like yesterday.”“I could travel to the past if you feel that would be beneficial,” Castiel replied. “Although I’m not sure what difference one day would make.”“That’s not what I. . . never mind, okay. Just go find Sam and tell him how you feel. You’ve got my blessing.”Castiel frowned. Dean had a frustrating way of believing himself to be the center of everything. “I didn’t come here for your blessing, Dean. I wish for you to teach me how to make pancakes.”“Oh. Wait, what?”* * *“The important thing is to make sure the heat isn’t too high, otherwise they’ll burn.”Castiel nodded. He’d memorized all of Dean’s instructions and was pleased to find that pancakes were not as complicated as he’d first expected. He was now more than ready to bestow his next gift upon Sam.Dean cleared his throat. “Cas, I know I said I didn’t want to know but if you’re really interested in Sam you’re going to have to make a move because he sure as hell won’t.”“Do you think your brother finds me unappealing?”The thought was too much to bear. He’d come to value Sam’s company in the past few months and the idea that Sam might not return his affections was just too painful to contemplate. “Cas, have you seen the way Sam looks at you?” Dean replied, focusing very firmly on finishing the last pancake of their lesson. “Trust me. He’s into you. He just doesn’t think he’s worthy. It’s a Winchester thing. That’s why you need to be the one to make a move.”Castiel frowned. “What sort of move should I make?”“Don’t worry,” Dean grinned. “I’ve got a few ideas.”* * *“What’s this?” Sam asked as he stepped into the kitchen the next day. Castiel, with Dean’s help, had made sure the house was empty so he could spring his surprise on Sam. He’d been making pancakes for awhile now, and Dean had insisted on sampling some before he left. Just to make sure they had been cooked properly, of course. For all his faults, Dean was a good man when it came to helping with things like that.“Today is a special day,” he replied, as Sam took in the table laden with several different types of syrup in preparation. “I wanted to share it with you. please, sit down. I’m almost ready.”“It’s Tuesday,” Sam said as he took a seat. “I didn’t realize it was anything special. What’s the occasion?”“Traditionally, the day before Lent in Europe, people would feast to use up ingredients such as sugar, fat and eggs before fasting. they would make and eat things like pancakes. It’s called Shrove Tuesday.”“And that’s today?” Sam asked as Castiel set down a large plate of steaming hot pancakes in front of him.Castiel nodded. “I know you don’t observe fasting for Lent but I wanted to do something for you and I know you’re interested in the customs of other countries.”Sam smiled and Castiel was surprised to find he’d actually been nervous. He hadn’t even realized until the relief hit him when Sam started eating.“Wow, these are actually really good,” Sam said between mouthfuls. “I didn’t know you could cook.”“Dean taught me.”Sam let out a small ‘hmm’ and carried on eating. Castiel watched him, suddenly struck by the urge to kiss away a spot of syrup at the corner of Sam’s mouth.Dean was right, Castiel decided. if he wanted to take things further with Sam, he was going to have to act. He was a soldier of God and therefore, had no reason to be afraid of such things or shy away from them.“Sam, are you lost?”“What?” Sam asked with a frown.“I said, are you lost?”Now Sam looked very confused and Castiel was wondering if this was such a good idea.“Cas, how can I be lost? We’re in Bobby’s kitchen.”“Oh. I was just wondering if you were lost because Heaven is so far from here.”Sam’s frown deepened even further as he set his fork down. “Are you okay? Because…I have no idea what you’re talking about.”Perhaps Castiel was remembering Dean’s words incorrectly or he’d misunderstood what he was supposed to say. He tried again.“Would you touch me so I can tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel.”Sam blinked at him. “Are you religious?” Castiel pressed on. “Because I have the answer to all your prayers in my pants.”Sam started to laugh. “Cas . . . are you hitting on me? With really bad pickup lines?”As Sam continued to laugh, Castiel decided that another mission to Hell would be preferable to the current situation. so he did what any self-respecting angel would do. He flew away.* * *“He laughed at me, Dean. In your words, I ‘suck’ at this.”“Really? even at the prayers in my pants line? I was sure that one would work.”Castiel sighed and tried to push down the feelings of distress and humiliation bubbling away inside him. “I think asking for your advice was a mistake.”“I told you I’m no good at this romance stuff,” Dean huffed. “When I want to bang a chick, I just make up a really cool job. and that’s not going to wash with Sam because he knows you. Just, I dunno, be yourself.”That was definitely something Castiel could do.* * *“I’m sorry,” Sam said as soon as Castiel reappeared in the kitchen. His face was open, earnest and full of regret. It made Castiel remember why he had come to care for Sam in the first place.Castiel nodded. “It’s all right, Sam. I have come to realize that taking romance advice from your brother is an unwise course of action.”“I’ll say,” Sam snorted. “Dean wouldn’t know romance if it danced in front of him wearing a dress.”Well, Sam didn’t seem to be fleeing in horror at the prospect of romance with Castiel so he took that to be a good sign. He knelt down by the table and took Sam’s hand in his. Deciding, for one last time, to take Dean’s advice and this time be himself.“I care for you a great deal, Sam. You are kind, intelligent, generous and you have lovely hair. I am proud to call you my friend and wish to now call you something more than that.”The humour fell away from Sam’s face and he stared at Castiel, eyes wide with shock. “But I have demon blood. I’m an abomination, you said so yourself.”Castiel shook his head. “I can only apologize for using that word while I was intoxicated. You have shown yourself to be above the taint that was forced upon you as an infant. You are a good man, Sam Winchester.”Sam was still staring at him and Castiel was alarmed to see his eyes shining with tears. this was too much. First he’d made Sam laugh at him and now he was going to make him cry. He really was the worst prospective suitor ever.“Oh, will you two just kiss already!”Sam blinked and, thankfully, the tears melted away. Castiel was about to express his gratitude for the interruption when he realized who it was.“How long have you been watching us, Gabriel?”“Long enough,” Gabriel said, shrugging from the other side of the room where he was leaning against the wall. “I like to keep an eye on my little bro and my favorite Winchester. Besides, I was hoping you two would get it on so I could finish off the pancakes. which, FYI, don’t have enough syrup on them.”“Uhh. . .” Sam stuttered. Gabriel walked over, snatched the plate in front of Sam and drenched the pancakes with every type of syrup Castiel had laid out.“Gabriel, I think we would appreciate not having an audience for this,” Castiel finally ventured, when it became obvious his older brother was watching them intently while he ate.Gabriel shrugged again, snapped his fingers and vanished, taking the pancakes with him.“Well, that was weird,” Sam said with a nervous chuckle. “I think Gabriel cares more than he likes to say,” Castiel replied. “I’m sure he only wishes for us to be happy.”“And I’d make you happy?” Sam asked. “You really don’t think I’m an abomination?”Castiel shook his head and the smile he got in return made the entire unpleasant experience worthwhile.“You really want us to be more than friends?”Castiel nodded.Sam’s smile widened as he rose from his seat. “Well…it would be wrong of us to ignore the orders of an archangel, right?”“Very wrong,” Castiel agreed. “Gabriel could return at any moment to smite us.”Sam kissed him. It was soft and warm and tasted of syrup. Castiel immediately decided that he liked pancake kisses. He’d have to make some more pancakes for Sam as soon as he could.or as soon as Gabriel returned with the syrup anyway.The End

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11Dec

Creepy, Kooky, Altogether Ooky! – FIC: Of Terminators and Training Wheels- Chapter 2

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this can't end well

DISCLAIMER- I don’t own these characters. Professor Emmett Frink is a combination of Doc Emmett Brown from Back to the Future and Professor John Frink from the Simpsons.Previous Chapter

The Impala’s mighty engine delivered the boys to Frink’s Secret Laboratory in record time. after carefully checking the entrance way for any booby traps Gordon might have laid they hurried inside with guns drawn. it didn’t take them long to locate the Time Machine Room and catch sight of the psychotic hunter and his captive locked behind its Plexiglas walls.

The Professor, a nebbish, hunched over little man with wild eyes and an unruly mane of shocking white hair, was working frantically over a large control panel full of dials and switches. Gordon stood nearby carefully monitoring Frink’s every move an M-16 casually balanced on his hip. He seemed so absorbed in the scientist’s activities that the Winchesters almost made it to the doorway undetected. Almost.

"Sam and Dean," Gordon sneered, his eyes glimmering with pure insanity, "I was wondering when the two of you might crash the party."

"Yeah, well this party blows!" Dean quipped, "Sam and I were on our way to Hooters and thought the Professor here might like to join us. But since I know hot chicks serving hot wings ain’t your thing, Gordon, we’d be glad to drop you off at the State Pen!"

"Just be glad these walls are bullet proof," Gordon glared, "No. I’m afraid the Professor is staying right here until he’s finished helping me with my travel arrangements."

"Where do you think you’re going?" Sam asked.

"not where, Demon Boy, when. I’m sure you read all about Frink’s Time Machine in your Daddy’s journal. as soon as he gets everything’s up and running, I’ll be transported back to the Summer of 1984. Ain’t that right, Professor?"

"In theory," Frink began, "But the theory has never been put into practice and the results could be…"

Gordon grabbed the back of Frink’s lab coat and whirled the scientist around to face him and his wicked weapon.

"a simple ‘yes or no’ will do!"

"Hoyven Glayven!" the Professor yelped, "Yes! Yes! of course the machine will work! It’s all set for July 27, 1984."

The boys watched helplessly as Gordon shoved his terrified hostage back towards the control panel forcing him to proceed.

"July 27, 1984," Sam murmured, "That date mean anything to you?"

"That’s the day Ride the Lightning was released…" Dean frowned, then gasped and aimed his gun directly at Gordon’s head, "Bastard better not mess with my Metal!"

"Dean, I’m sure your precious mullet rock is safe from the wrath of Gordon," Sam rolled his eyes, "Me on the other hand…"

"Hey, bastard better not mess with my little brother either," Dean assured Sam, then called out to Gordon, "So why the sudden urge to revisit the Reagan years? What’s so important about July 27th that you’ve gotta pull a Marty McFly minus the DeLorean?"

"oh, I have big plans for the day," Gordon stepped forward, leering menacingly through the Plexiglas, "Big, big plans!"

The Winchesters tightened their grips on their guns, waiting with clenched jaws for Gordon to reveal his diabolical scheme.

"I’m going to see the World Premiere of Purple Rain!" he announced.

"Huh?" Sam and Dean said at once.

"It’s my favorite movie," Gordon sighed wistfully, "I was too young to see it on the big screen when it first came out. So now I finally get my chance."

The brothers exchanged a look then stared back at their nemesis almost pityingly. The cheese had slid completely off Gordon’s cracker.

"So, you’re telling us you’ve gone to all this trouble to break out of prison, kidnap the Professor, travel back in time and all you’re going to do is take in a movie?" Dean questioned.

"Well, I’m gonna get some popcorn and Junior Mints too," Gordon shrugged, "maybe check up on my family, you know, warn my sister about the vampire. Use my knowledge of future events to make the world a better place. and oh yeah…"

The hunter stroked his rifle lovingly as he fixed a predatory gaze on Sam.

"Me and my M-16 are gonna pay a visit to a nice little rental house just outside of Lawrence, Kansas. That’s where a young demon soldier in training by the name of Sammy Winchester lives in July of 1984."

"Son of a bitch!" Dean hissed.

"Demon soldier in training?" Sam scoffed, "Dude, I was only 14 months old then! I hadn’t even been through toilet training!"

"Doesn’t matter," Gordon sniffed, "I take you out then you don’t live to cause trouble now."

"That’s pretty twisted even for you, Gordon," Dean spat, "taking an assault rifle to kill a baby? Think you’ll have enough ammo there, Psycho?"

"Don’t worry. There’ll be plenty of rounds left over for the demon brat’s big brother," Gordon said, staring pointedly at Dean, "Can’t leave any witnesses behind to grow up harboring revenge fantasies now can we?"

"oh, hey. Thanks for taking me into consideration," Dean deadpanned, "I was starting to feel left out."

At that moment an ominous whirring sound erupted from the machinery and a beam of neon blue light shot out towards the ceiling of the laboratory bathing its occupants in an eerie glow.

"this cannot be good," Sam muttered.

"It’s working, by Glayven! It’s working!" Frink exclaimed.

All four men watched awe struck as the beam of light expanded and began to swirl into a luminous vortex in the center of the room. The Professor pulled at his hair and pumped his fists with Victor Frankenstien like fervor.

"The Time Portal has opened!" he shouted over the din.

"Well. That’s my ride," Gordon grinned wolfishly at the Winchesters as he stepped into the vortex, "Hasta la vista… babies!"

"NO!" Sam and Dean cried out together.

They rushed forward colliding with the locked door and each other just as the vortex exploded in a burst of dazzling radiance that knocked them straight to the floor. The boys regained their bearings moments later and quickly helped one another to their feet, but it was too late.

Gordon was gone.Next Chapter 

Author’s Note: I needed a specific date for Gordon to journey back to and at first thought he would go back to see the World Premiere of The Terminator. But then I remembered Purple Rain came out that year and damn but I loved that movie. then I realized Ride the Lightning was released the same day which would be significant to Dean at least. I laughed and laughed and then I wrote this chapter.

P.S. OH NO! Gordon Walker just traveled back in time! Poor imperiled wee little Winchesters

Creepy, Kooky, Altogether Ooky! – FIC: Of Terminators and Training Wheels- Chapter 2

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02Sep

Jensen Ackles and Paris Hilton should get married. Just for fun!?

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I mean…http://cdn.sheknows.com/celebrityphotos//2009/10/paris-hilton-with-the-hunks-of-supernatural-1024×768.jpgAnd Dean Winchester is so obsessed with Paris Hilton, to quote Sam.

Jensen Ackles and Paris Hilton should get married. Just for fun!?

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02Aug

Supernatural: Complete 4th Season on DVD & Blu-ray Sept. 1st

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You can bring home the ghost-hunting adventurs of Sam and Dean Winchester in both formats this September. Supernatural

Supernatural: Complete 4th Season on DVD & Blu-ray Sept. 1st

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02Aug

How many times have Sam and Dean Winchester died?

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In one of the newer episodes Bobby asked how many times Sam and Dean have been killed. So, i thought about it and i was wondering myself…

How many times have Sam and Dean Winchester died?

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02Aug

Supernatural – Winchester 4:18 | CliqueClack TV

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I’m wondering, which one is Fabio supposed to portray? I’m guessing Sam, because the other man has a haircut that more closely resembles Dean’s. As it turns out, I was wrong about which episode we were getting this week. Doesn’t matter though, because as excited as I was for “Jump the Shark,” I had no idea this was coming.

And the Winchester Brothers found themselves in

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