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walk-on parts in the war
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?
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.
[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/23849.html |
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Dean calls them five minutes after Castiel vanishes in Claire's body.
"She's here," he says, and then he hangs up. Jesse scowls.
"I'm going after him," he says. "You pack up and follow." Then he's gone too, and Ben is left staring at a bed covered in Claire's blood, an empty room, and his heart skips a beat.
"What did we do?" he says softly. "Oh, Claire. I'm sorry."
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"Jesse--" Castiel begins to say.
"Don't you Jesse me," he hisses, marching straight into Castiel's space, not that the angel is one to be thrown off by such invasions. "This isn't part of the deal."
"The deal was that I save her," Castiel replies. "That I keep her alive."
"Yeah, go on and twist my words, you goddamned--"
"Kids, kids," Dean cuts in, smirking but sounding tired. "Play nice."
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"You don't have-," he says, almost uncertainly, and Jesse smiles, feral.
"You know nothing about my power," he says. It's all a huge, gigantic bluff, but Castiel can't know for certain. Jesse has always been the uncertainty, the bishop sliding slant-ways across the board with all his own plans.
"Five minutes," Dean says quietly. "Castiel needs to speak to me."
"He can do it through me," Jesse says.
"Jesse," Dean says. "He saved her life. Let him have five minutes of it."
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Dean shields his eyes as Castiel leaves Claire's body, but Jesse doesn't look away. He wants the satisfaction of seeing Castiel's departure with his own two eyes. When the light fades, Claire reels back with a gasp, and both Jesse and Dean lunge forward to steady her.
"Claire?" Jesse clutches her arms, her shoulders, lifts one hand to her cheek as her eyes try to focus. "Claire, you in there?"
"Yeah," she breathes. "Yeah."
"You okay?"
"Yeah." She smiles a brittle smile. "Castiel wouldn't hurt me, Jess. He made a promise."
"Yeah, 'cos angels are so trustworthy," Jesse replies.
Dean takes his whiskey glass off the table and offers it to her. She takes it wordlessly and downs the whole thing, then coughs.
"Atta girl," Dean says, patting her back roughly. "You'll make it."
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