POV: You're Training For Your First Mission With The Men Of Letters. You Spent The Last 20 Minutes Walking

POV: you're training for your first mission with the men of letters. You spent the last 20 minutes walking the rest of the way from the car to the shooting range. Its an open Kansas field, with targets at varying distances. The wind picks up, brushing your hair off of your shoulders.

"You ready?" your partner and trainer for the day, Arthur Ketch askes you. He drops the large case on the ground and starts setting the gun onto it's tripod.

After he's explained all the parts of the weapon to you, he invites you to kneel down and line the cross hairs up to a target. Another chill late September breeze billows past you. You steady the weapon in your hands and feel Arthur's palm on your back, keeping you grounded. you try to brush past the feelings his touch stirred in you.

"getting a little friendly?" You asked, when the wind dipped down and you could speak over it.

"just a little. you know, we're going to be playing the part of a couple for this mission. Do you think you'll be ready for that?"

"Oh please Arthur," you reply, your low back still burning under his touch "I've faked it with plenty of bigger assholes than you."

"Fine," he relented, removing his hand. you missed it immediately, but you couldn't show it. There would be plenty of times to play at being Ketch's girl, later, when you could blame the mission on it.

but the wait was going to be agony.

If you're into slow burns, love triangles. espionage and sarcasm you're not gonna want to miss my new fic Just my Type (link in bio)

that's just dean post s15 to me btw

I love early seasons supernatural aesthetics so much. The isolated highways, funky motel rooms, neon signs, shiny guns and shiny cars, leather jackets, old books, through a film camera lens in seasons one and two, makes for such a specific atmosphere. It transfers the isolation Sam and Dean experience so well, cramped into the seats of a 67’ Chevy impala, claustrophobically un-alone while individually lonely. The nasty, sometimes created with horrible special effects, monsters really do look monstrous, unsettling more than outright terrifying. With yellow eyes, in dirty clothes, glitching and pale. The whole colour palette is grey-ish and cold, you almost feel the contrasted darkness, the distrust, the nagging belief that something wicked may be hiding behind every corner, behind every corner of your own self as well. Idk. The blood looks dark, the sulfur looks sickeningly yellow, the skin looks unnaturally pale. It’s all so horror-coded, and gives such an atmosphere of instability in your own existence in the world, which aligns with the themes of the seasons. This atmosphere, to me, makes it a better horror show than if it had had better special effects and scarier monsters. Because the horrifying is in the daily existence, in how you are, rather than what you face.

Fuck! I know what Dean is, it just came to me!

I've been trying to figure out for awhile now what kind of dog he is. A rottweiler, a german shepherd? I had thought he was a doberman. But like lightening, it just struck me-

He's a pitbull. The original nanny dog.

🤣

Sam and Dean come out as gay incestuous but instead of hating them or live them everyone just treats them like the Hitachiin twins from Ouran High School Host Club are treated by the host club.

Random Outsider: why are... those guys..... acting like that? Aren't they brothers!!?

Friends of S+D: yeah :/ don't worry about though they're just like that. Really nice guys who had a tough childhood yknow?

Salmondean: *sucking on each tongues in the corner*

Random Outsider: ..........uhuh.