I rewatched 13×20 today even though I still haven’t seen episodes 22 and 23 yet something I need to do but I had to rewatch this episode again for Gabriel in that leather jacket… I mean. The plot obviously and the hope to see some Sabriel and this may be me grasping at Sabriel straws here but I found this.
So here with have Gabriel. Poor, abused and traumatised Gabriel. The fight breaks out I don’t blame the guy for hiding after the crap he went through.
Dean’s yelling at him to join in and help them. Gabriel does nothing. Both Sam and Dean are being attacked and Gabriel stays where he is.
Yet then Sam is being choked by one of the Demi-Gods. It really isn’t looking great for Sam here.
Then out of no where Gabriel suddenly steps up and kills the guy about to kill Sam.
Only the one attacking Sam. He doesn’t go to help Dean like he asked, who is still fighting off some leftover. He went to Sam.
Then after saving Sam he begins to threaten the remaining Demi-Gods. He isn’t hiding anymore.
One could think that he intervened purely in the heat of the moment but there’s also the possibility that he wasn’t about to let Sam die.
The GOP tax bill—the amount of money that was given to corporations and the rich would have paid for Medicare for all and healthcare for every man, woman, and child in this country for the next five years. So it’s there. And additionally, we added several hundred billion dollars additionally to our military spending, when the military didn’t even ask for it. They didn’t even want that additional spending, but we lopped it on there—and that could have financed public college tuition for years as well. So we actually have the money for these things.
Tags: human AU, Domestic A, mentions of violence, Lucifer isn’t a good boyfriend. Neither is Cain, They make it work
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Cain had had just about enough.
This was the third time this month Lucifer had closed the door in his face after they’d had a disagreement.
Cain knew he should be used to it by now, he had known it when they had finally decided to make their tumbles into bed official, but that didn’t change the fact that Lu’s temper was something he both loved and hated about him.
Many people assumed Lucifer ran hot, but it was actually quite the opposite. His special brand of anger was cold fury, the ferocity of a winter storm, the intensity of a killer avalanche, and all it took was one snowflake to start it off rolling. His temper wasn’t the sudden pain of hot spitting oil, it was the dull throbbing burn of hypothermia before it took your fingers off, the beauty of snow before it buried you.
Still, Cain loved him.
He had known Lucifer’s reputation when they’d met, introduced by his brother Abel in a dirty bar that no one in their right mind would be found in. He didn’t ask how they’d met, he was better off not knowing. He’d heard whispers from Abel’s friends about a man named for the devil whom you didn’t want to cross in a dark alley. He found out later that his reputation was underestimating him.
The rumors said he was a murderer, a torturer, a monster, but Cain hadn’t cared. He had learned early that rumors were often blown out of proportion, and he was more than willing to get to know Lucifer himself instead of letting someone else make that judgement for him. It took a few frenzied meetings in bathroom stalls, and secret rendezvous in dark alleys and seedy hotel before Lucifer felt comfortable to tell him the truth.
It had all been true. He’d killed people, he’d cheated, lied and stolen to get where he was today. Cain found he didn’t care much at all. He had his own skeletons after all. No one was perfect, all he wanted was someone whose baggage went with his.
Cain loved him regardless of his faults, because he accepted who Lucifer was. He didn’t want to change him into something he wasn’t, but he did want to support him as he made those changes on his own.
He understood enough about his boyfriend to know he was selfish, and rash, brilliant and expressive. You couldn’t have the good things, without the bad. You couldn’t have the angel inside without the devil on his shoulder.
Cain knew he wasn’t the best person either, he’d made mistakes, huge mistakes that had left hypothetical bodies in his wake. He’d destroyed his own family, and watched as it imploded all around him. He understood Lu’s complicated feelings about his own family maybe more than most people did, having gone through it himself.
What made them good for each other, what made him love Lucifer, was the fact that sometimes, even if it wasn’t all the time, he was trying. Cain sighed as he leaned against the door frame.
He wasn’t a good person, but Lucifer was his person, and he wanted to love him for everything he was, and everything he was not. There was nothing he could do right now but wait. He knew it would be worth it.
It took two hours, but eventually Lucifer opened the door, with the sheepishly stupid smile Cain always wanted to kiss off his stupid face.
“I’m sorry I’m a dick,” Lucifer apologized quickly.
Cain was a little surprised, because Lucifer almost never said he was worry, even when he was undoubtedly the one at fault.
“Yeah but you’re my dick,” Cain replied, with just the hint of a smile. Lu wasn’t perfect, but he was trying to be better. Cain could work with that.
“Still love me?”
Cain could see the hesitation of Lucifer’s eyes, despite the playful tone of his voice. It wasn’t an excuse for how he acted but inside, Lu was still the child who bore the unseen scars of his upbringing. Cain pulled him down for a kiss.
Tags: Introspection, inner monologue, I just love Sam okay?
Summary: Endurance – the fact or power of enduring an unpleasant or difficult process or situation without giving way.
Written for the Sincerely Sam Club on SPN Amino.
Prompt: Endurance.
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Most people couldn’t even imagine the different sorts of hell that Sam Winchester had been through. Never in their wildest dreams or darkest nightmares, had anyone faced what he had faced… and survived.
That was what his life had become, not really living, surviving.
He had tried so hard to get away from it all, the life his family had dragged him into. He went to Stanford, he met Jess, he tried to live a normal life, but in the end, it was never enough. Jess died, he left college, and he couldn’t have lived with himself if he didn’t go after whatever had killed her.
His life seemed to come full circle. The thing that had made him want to leave his father and brother in the first place, was the same thing that pulled him right back in.
Sam had always meant to go back, to live the normal life that he’d always wanted, but he never got around to it. Things never stopped coming. First Dad, then Azazel, Castiel, Ruby, Lucifer. He’d been to hell for god sake. It was as if something in the universe was against him having any semblance of a normal life.
There was never any time for him to stop, so he did what he had to to keeping enduring all of it. He ran when he could, tried to eat well, got as much sleep as he could steal away. Personal relationships only made surviving that much harder, so he stopped having them. While Dean slept his way across the continental US, Sam kept his distance, his resolve only crumbling when the pent up frustration inside him and need just to connect with someone else became too much for him to bear.
So many times he almost gave up, so many times when he would have given anything to lay down his burden and just let go, but he pushed on still. Something inside him told him he could do it, even when he felt like he was going to collapse.
Most normal people would have thrown in the towel years ago. They could never catch a break, things always went from bad to worse to hellish so fast for them it made Sam’s head spin. Even when they made the right choices, they never came out on top.
Sam had lost everyone he’d ever cared about at least once, his heart had been broken more times than he could count. He’d watched Dean die, Cas die, his dad die, and still he pressed on even when he felt like his heart had been pulverized to dust.
Sometimes he had no idea why he kept at it, even when it was very clear to him that hunting was how his life would end.
But then he looked into the eyes of the people they had saved, the monsters they’d spared, the future they’d created, and Sam Winchester straightened his spine, and got to work.
He had endured so much, but that’s what Sam was meant to do. When everything around him crumbled, there was only one thing he could do.
Sam holding Jack after the kid freaking stabbed himself T___T
(I wanted to draw this like, two weeks ago already, but then conventions and work happened and I had this artwork idea in my head AND I NEEDED TO GET IT OUT. Also, who else ships Sam & Jack in a protective!bigbrotherSam way like there’s no tomorrow? I’M HAVING ALL THOSE FEELS)
I Aim To Misbehave 