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PILOT: LOL WAT IS DIS MOOSIC. The music is the only difference as far as I can tell. How does this work, was this meant to be any kind of final draft at all, or was the music just a slapdash placemarker for less lolzy music to be put in later? Sam's walking Dean to the car after he breaks into the apartment, and there are ~ORCHESTRAL STRINGS in the background. Sam and Jess make out to "Boulevard of Broken Dreams", and the young man picks up the white lady to "99 Problems". CUTE, GUYS. Speaking of which, how YOUNG they look! Dean's eyes were like superbig.

MOST INTERESTING THOUGH, is when Sam is at that Halloween party in the beginning, and his friend said something like, "Why doesn't your family know about your pre-law successes?" and Sam replied, "Because, we're not exactly the Bradys."

:-O There he is! There's Brady! And his apparently close-knit family! What, he's totally one of those dudes that goes by his last name. Speaking of demonic possession, right:

THE RAPTURE: Was Amelia already possessed by the time they left the house?! WHEN DID SHE GET POSSESSED. WAS IT BEFORE AFTER HER GOODBYE HEARTBREAK WITH JIMMY? It's gotta be before, right, because soon after the men left, she was whaling on Claire. So AMELIA NEVER REALLY GOT TO SAY GOODBYE AT ALL. The entire time in the car, the demon was laughing at her. Her mouth is saying "I'm not going anywhere without you, Jimmy" and the demon is saying how she'll kill him nice and slow, Claire too, and asks Amelia if she knows just how much blood there is in a human body, if she'd like to see. ARGH. FOR A YEAR NOW, Amelia has been trying to get her life back on track, A YEAR, and then Jimmy comes back and holy shit and then HOLY SHIT, and the next thing she knows her husband is dying. The next thing she knows, her husband is no longer her husband and walking out of her life all over again. fjdslfsd FUCK. NOVAKS. ARGH. CAS, YOU GIANT DOUCHE. NO CLOSURE FOR ANYONE EVERRRRRRR.

Jimmy's "Can I see her?" will never not break me. ;___;

Does that mean it's... maybe it's time, maybe it's time for a mini-picspam of the collateral damage we call the Novaks?

Assume that after each picture is five lines of keysmash from me.

D: #1 -- THE HUG

D: #2 -- CLAIRE USING THE COAT FOR A BLANKET

D: #3 -- POST-DEMONIC SHOWDOWN MOTHER(??)-DAUGHTER MOMENT

D: #4 -- "WE'LL CROSS THAT BRIDGE WHEN WE GET TO IT."

D: #5 -- "TAKE CARE OF YOUR MOM."

D: #6 -- TTYL, d00dz!

D: #7 -- Castiel has no time for little girls doubled over in shock.

D: #8 -- THE NEXT THING SHE KNOWS

Okay off to do stuff for real this time.

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YOUR COMMENT IS MAKING ME WEEP

JFC GABBY

YES YES YES TO ALL OF THIS

You know I'm nodding like my head's gonna fall off.

I keep remembering Amelia saying, "Of course I believe in God" and Jimmy going "And angels too" and she again assents - and it gives me this giant DDD: face because THE REALITY OF IT OH MY GOD THE REALITY OF IT...

Claire and Cas are both lost children, in their way.
THEY REALLY ARE. THEY REALLY ARE. FLFDGLKDGL;KFGFKGSD;LGDFHSDGDFLGKF

OU'RE THE ONE WITH A DEMON INSIDE YOU. Nobody ever explains to Amelia how it works. Jimmy tells her that Castiel said he's special, it's in his blood. She's probably gonna live her whole life now thinking it's in her blood to be a demon-host who SHOOTS PEOPLE AND CRACKS WISE ABOUT IT.

This is why I desperately need Jimmy to come home and help his wife with PTSD. YESTERDAY.

Ellen and Amelia doing tequila shots, and Jo gains a strange creature called a little sister, whom she teaches to shoot guns.

THIS. THIS THIS. THISSSS THIS. I started at some point a REALLY BORING story about how they shuffle through Amelia's old business school friends around the east coast but this is FAR MORE TOPICAL AND HAS GUNS IN THE HANDS OF A 12-YEAR-OLD.

Holy crap, Amelia and Ellen need to hang out.

SOMETHING FURTHER THAT MURDERS MY VERY SOUL: Jimmy never actually gets to tell Amelia about the whole thing honestly except to SCREAM AT HER TO GET INTO THE PANTRY WHILE HE FINISHED BASHING IN HIS BFF'S SKULL. I mean, there is the fucking heart wrenching "I thought this was important, but I was so stupid" thing (MISHA YOU MOTHERFUCKER YOUR GODDAMN FACE HOW DO YOU DO THAT JFCHRIIIIIST) where he's obviously not talking about the whole psych ward cover story. But, you know, there's no time after that. She doesn't get to demand an actual explanation, and instead listens while the demon just forgives him, while the demon says hey Jimmers, it's all good, I owe you an apology.

HEY AMELIA. NO, YOU DON'T. NO YOU DON'T. YOU DON'T. Some hot young thing named "Castiel" tells him he's so special, but he can only really make a difference if he walks out on his family? And you know, you know the whole promise to keep them safe was a last minute addition, right there on the walkway. YOU DO NOT OWE HIM AN APOLOGY, AMELIA.

That is to say, I'd like her to learn to shoot too.

Also, you are KILLLLLLING MEEEEE: Jimmy has always been terrible at languages. ;_____________;

Edited 2010-06-08 14:32 (UTC)

The abject HORROR in his eyes looking at Cas-in-Claire is L:HSFKhfdsf;hasdf I LOVE IT A LOT.

And seeriously. We get a couple of those follow-ups on a smaller scale in s5 with Meg, and with Jesse's mom, and take all three together and it's just. It paints a really, really awful, scary, disgusting, tragic picture.

OF COURSE

WE KEEP

OUR PROMISES

;_________________;

THEY WOULD BE SUCH A MESS, they would be SUCH A MESS.

Jimmy gets paranoid about his body's natural reflexes. Finds his leg bouncing up and down convulsively and is TOTALLY CONVINCED that means he STILL DOESN'T HAVE CONTROL OVER IT. There's always a LIGHT IN THE CORNER OF HIS EYES, but he can't catch it no matter how fast he turns around.

Amelia lives every second with that feeling like there's someone staring at the back of your neck. And if you turn around it'll see you seeing it, and then it's all over. So she just says to herself, mouths it sometimes, don't turn around, don't turn around.

Meanwhile their kid won't hang out with other kids and just talks to her imaginary friend WHO IS CASTIEL.

DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:

I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TISSUES FOR THIS.

IF THEY DON'T HAVE PARANOID SCHIZOPHRENIA NOW, THEY WILL SOON.

I still like the idea of Castiel being Claire's creeper imaginary friend though :D. The tragiLOL father-figure substitution where it's Cas who has to disapprove of Claire's boyfriends because Jimmy and Amelia are too busy having PTSD. ("Promise you won't smite this one, Cas, I really like him.")

STOP DOING THAT I'M CRYING NOW

FUUUCK

PROMISES

FUCKING ANGELS

...

Um. dang iiiit.

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"We get in, we get out," Claire says. "I need to be getting home." Ben loads his gun and doesn't say anything, but while she's packing he spreads out the newspaper and leaves it planted on her bed, obituaries and articles circled in red, one more step on a road they both know there's no escaping.

When he comes out of the bathroom, she's bent over it, her face a study in anger and indecision.

"Wichita's on the way," she says finally, not looking up. "I've got time for one more ghost."

They'll always have time to save one more life.

"Promise you won't smite this one, Cas, I really like him."

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Cas the creepy imaginary friend is pretty much my #1 happy place. I don't even. I mean. It's all ADVENTURES and YOU ARE THE MOST SPECIAL GIRL IN THE WORLD and LIES but NOT REALLY and the most fucked up little family unit ever.

Edited 2010-06-08 16:54 (UTC)

And maybe she badgers him for answers during tests all like, "Come on, Cas, what's the capital of Nigeria?" "If you actually studied this last night instead of reading up on Aramaic exorcism rituals, you would know." Alternatively, Cas likes to feed her the answers and Claire gets pissed off because she wants to do this on her own.

HIS FACE HIS FACE HOW DOES HE DO IIIIT.

*flails*

ALSO.

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Claire's phone rings at three in the morning. Predictably, it's Ben on the other side, chattering at approximately five hundred miles a minute, his voice shaking with something she can't quite identify.

"I have class in five hours, Ben," she interrupts him, still not sure what he's talking about, and then there's the sound of pained breathing over the phone.

"I'm in Hartford," he says, and there's something wrong with his voice, something - oh, fuck.

"What happened?" she snaps, rolling out of bed to snatch her clothes. Her roommate stirs as Ben laughs, a little hysterically, the way he always gets when he's lost just too much blood for safety.

"I've patched myself up, but I need new antibiotics and stuff," he says. "And I can't really move that well. It'll be a day or two, tops, I swear."

"I know, Ben," she says. "Don't worry, I'm coming to get you. You'll be fine. Can you keep talking to me? Don't go to sleep."

And the day after Justin Dijullio calls Claire a bitch, he loses his footing on the top of the monkey bars. Breaks his leg in two places. Nobody nearby enough to blame, and he just wails and wails, and Claire leans back against the schoolyard wall, placid. It's not your fault, the school nurse is telling Justin. Wind just picked up real hard just then, that happens a lot in the midwest, you know. Justin just moved here from the east coast and he's been a real brat about it.

22by7: cas doesn’t tell so much as SHOW her calculus
lass: show her calculus!!!!! <333
22by7: yah, i imagine being a many-dimensioned creature lets you visualise/spatialise math in useful ways
22by7: weird things keep happening to claire's would-be-boyfriends and girlfriends
at first it was amusing
lass: YUP YES. he hates that she's growing up, no longer completely his
22by7: oh god i wanna write this story. like you said, it'd start out cute and fluffy, but get suuuuper dysfunctional
22by7: cas is like NO, NO, DON'T GROW UP, YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME, because he's peter pan
lass: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
<33333333333333333333333333
flsjflksajf;lskjdlfjls
to live would be a grand adventure. AS LONG AS IT'S WITH CAS, OR ELSE.
22by7: but yknow claire wants concreteness sometimes. she's human enough to want a life built on something more tangible than the song he made up to help her understand the Fibonacci
series.
22by7: and cas, who doesn't need to remember, remembers dean, and he hates it, he hates it, he hates humans, she's not human , why is she doing this
lass: and oh god but she is, and she gets angry at him and he hates it when she is angry, but then she becomes scared of him and he hates it even more when she's scared but he CANNOT HELP HIMSELF
22by7: he takes her on this insaaaaane time travel whirligig tour
lass: it's why she falls asleep in her morning history class,
she's tired from sailing with vasco de gama all night
22by7: isn't this brilliant isn't this BETTER, he thinks, he is grinning, as she's walking down the tongue of a glacier at sunrise, the slow world melting around them

♥___________♥

to live would be a grand adventure. AS LONG AS IT'S WITH CAS, OR ELSE.

THAT IS THE SUMMARY OF THE FIC THAT I ASSUME ONE OR BOTH OF YOU IS WRITING ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW. WRITING IT AS I WRITE THIS OBNOXIOUS COMMENT. GET ON THAT SHIT PLZ JFC MY HEART GREW TEN SIZES AND WAS STABBED FIVE TIMES AND LIVES IN FEAR OF EVERYTHING IT LOVES.

GUYS I'M NOT KIDDING I JUST KEEP READING THIS OVER AND OVER

THE SONG

ABOUT THE FIBONACCI SERIES

JFC

THIS COMPLETES ME. THIS COMPLETES ME. MY LIFE WAS WORTHWHILE BECAUSE I READ THIS.

HOW COULD I EVER REFUSE SUCH A HEARTFELT REQUEST FROM ONE SO WONDERFUL?

I am definitely posting some Claire-Cas fic tomorrow. IT MAY NOT BE VERY GOOD but I will postttt.

<3333333

Basically Cas is Carol from Where the Wild Things Are! The day after Claire leaves him, an earthquake creates a new crevasse in Byrd Glacier that threatens to crack it in half, and St. Elmo's fire burned for hours around the spires of Chicago's Holy Trinity cathedral. But Cas will get her back, he knows it. She'll take him back, take him in, and then he'll tuck her away soft and sweet in a corner of their mind where the world can't get to her, where she'll be safe.

HAVE I TOLD YOU RECENTLY HOW MUCH I LOVE YOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU

Ben is safe asleep and her hands have stopped shaking. The TV is not mute, but plays at a whisper; she isn't ready for complete silence. She wants a cigarette, but she promised herself she'd quit by the end of the month and she is doing so well. Besides, cigarettes won't be doing her any favors the next time she's running away from monsters. Not that she will be. Because this is the last. She promised herself that, too. The morning will come and Claire will go back to school, finish her thesis, graduate. Ben can... do whatever it is he's been doing. He can do it without her. ("We make a great team," he grinned, pale cheeks splattered with werewolf blood.)

Ben when he sleeps usually goes all octopus and hogs all bedspace, but his injuries keep him fetal on one side, small. Claire leans against the headboard beside him, and switches between watching the TV and watching him, the white noise of the TV's mutterings and the contented breathing of the boy who taught her how to shoot a gun.

I DUNNO, HAVE I TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU? <3333

She does finally get a few more hours of sleep, curling up around Ben, fingers just lightly touching his shoulder so she'll know when he wakes. When she wakes up, blinking in the dim light, Ben is still sleeping. He finally stirs around 11. She's checking her phone, three texts received almost simultaneously from friends in the class she just missed, demanding to know where she is and if she's okay.

"Did I say thank-you last night?" Ben says, and she smiles down at him, flipping her phone shut. She can reassure them of her safety when she runs to get food in a few minutes.

"Inbetween some rather disturbing rambles, yes," she says. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"You don't have to stay," he says.

"You said that last time too," Claire says quietly, sitting down beside him. "I'm not going to leave you in this condition." He stretches one half of his body and then leans his forehead against her knee.

"I know," he says. "I just want you to know that you could. If you wanted to, or needed to." He's silent for a few more minutes, and then says, "How's your thesis coming?" She laughs.

"I can't even remember why I liked this subject any more," she says ruefully, and he smiles against her skin.

"You do remember liking yogurt, right?" he says. "Because that's what we're having for breakfast. At least that's what's in the fridge."

"I have a car," she says. "And I'm not hopped up on pain medication."

"No point in going anywhere if you don't have to," Ben says.

YOU HAD BETTER

BECAUSE I THINK MY BRAIN ORGASMED FROM READING THIS. LIKE, MULTIPLE TIMES.

omg omg Castiel, Claire, Clairstiel, Ameliaaaaaaa!

When there are rouge angels roaming the earth Castiel will come to Claire as a white light and tell her that she is special, that she can stop this, that all she needs to do is... "Tell me how to kill them," says Claire who is sixteen and sick of her parents crying all the time.

AND THUS NEXT GEN BEGINS.

...omg that forehead pressing pic. it breaks me. brb crying forever and ever and ever because that's all theirs and there's nothing holy about it. ;__;

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