You can’t have a fake dating episode without a kiss so they don’t blow their cover.
Dean and Cas are investigating some part of the house they’re not supposed to be in when they hear footsteps and dean says “Cas, do something!” So without hesitation Cas fully shoved him against the wall and kisses him. Dean is shocked for a moment but he rationalizes it to himself like “it’s our cover we’re acting” so he like fully slips him some tongue (for realism) and whoever it is finds them and clears their throat and they break apart flustered and Dean says “Sorry, my husband can’t seem to control himself” while giving cas a bro pat and cas shoots him a bitch look before they’re escorted away.
For months after, dean “coincidentally” keeps looking for cases that could require deep cover.
I do wonder if Liam will 'fess up to accidentally shooting Terry – I assume he figures out that that's what happened – and how Mickey will react if so. Now, I'm all for Mickey having complicated feelings on the subject, but I also see a lot of comedic potential in Mickey getting rather dismayed that someone else got the chance to off his dad, rounding on Ian with a murderous look on his face so Liam gets a gun and gets to shoot Terry, but you make me carry a fucking air soft pistol and when I wanna murder my dad you fucking cuff me to a chair? and Ian's just standing there trying to explain that he didn't give Liam any guns, Mickey, and nobody let him shoot Terry and besides Ian's changed his mind about them carrying firearms, remember, so calm the fuck down, maybe, can't he see that Liam's upset?
Mickey does calm down, eventually. The hell does it matter who shot him – the important thing is that Terry's stuck in a wheelchair with a bag of piss taped to his leg. Yeah. Focus on that. And he raises his bottle of beer in a grudging toast in Liam's direction.
Or, you know, maybe he's just delighted that someone finally did something horrible to his old man and those donutes they're eating in the stills are the celebratory ones Mickey bought for my favourite brother-in-law, great job, kid! and Liam doesn't know how to react because this whole thing has him badly rattled, but it's nice that Mickey's not angry and the donuts are pretty good, so?
warnings: implied drug use, head trauma, choking, death
notes: as i’m typing this i’m SO excited to post it i just really love how this turned out and i hope you guys do too
also idk how to make a hyperlink but if you’re looking for any of the other parts just search #jules on my page and they should come up :)
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everything felt... numb. quiet. miles and miles away.
you thought you had felt silence before, but this was on a whole other level. you could see yourself standing in an empty, pitch black void, mindlessly wandering in circles.
you felt a small tickle underneath your nose, but seemingly nothing caused it. you rubbed at your face, some invisible antagonist causing an irritating tingle across your skin.
suddenly, the air became trapped in your lungs, your throat itching with the need to breathe. you took in a breath through your nose and watched in wonder as the barren darkness around you rapidly morph into a magnificent rainbow of colors.
the colors turned paler and paler as a bright whiteness set in, a searing pain bursting through your chest. you cried out for the light to stop, begging to go back to the comforting darkness.
your eyelids flew open as you began to hyperventilate in panic. your pupils darted around the room, taking in all your blinding surroundings. you tried to speak, but jules held a firm hand over your mouth.
“hey, hey, it’s okay, baby! you’re okay!” she lifted her hand and ran it down your jaw comfortingly. “hey, i have a plan.”
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“let’s get the hell outta here and find ‘em.” george mumbled, the door slamming behind the couple.
jules peeked our the window, ensuring that they had left before you came out of hiding. she let out a frantic laugh, excited beyond belief that the two of you had finally managed to escape from under their watchful eyes.
“i can’t believe that fucking worked!” you breathed out. you pulled her in for a deep kiss before snatching the keys you spotted during dinner. you busied yourself unlocking the garage, looking over your shoulder to find jules looking at you disapprovingly. “what is it, babe? we gotta get the fuck out of here!”
“y/n, the kid.” she gestured towards the basement door.
“shit, yeah, you’re right,” you sighed. “let’s go get her.” you practically flew down the stairs, pulling the keys from your pocket and unlocking the chains.
“c’mon! let’s go!” you quickly realized she was hesitant because of your earlier actions. “oh, are you still mad about earlier? i was lying, didn’t you see me wink? that’s what a wink is; it means you’re not supposed to believe what i said!”
sweetiepie stubbornly refused to move. “look, hun, i’m really sorry for what i said, alright? i should’ve known you don’t know what a wink is. i get it, this is clearly a very serious household, but we have to get out of here right now, and we really want you to come with us, okay, sweetheart?” you held out a hopeful hand towards her.
she nodded silently, placing a tiny hand in yours. “there ‘ya go, let’s beat it.” you scooped her up into your arms as you ran up the stairs.
the three of you burst through the garage door, placing sweetiepie in the backseat after jules unlocked the door. you slid into the driver’s seat, searching blindly for the garage-door-opener but coming up empty handed.
“shit! where’s the fuckin’ garage thingy?” you panicked. jules opened the console, pressing the button as soon as she found it.
as the door finally peeled open, the air left your body in an instant. george stood in the driveway, your pistol trained on you.
motherfucker.
“get outta the goddamn car, y/n.” he demanded. your brain was racing hundreds of miles a minute, working through every possible way this could end.
“i love you, julie, but please forgive me for just how fucking stupid i’m about to be.” before she could protest, you uttered a simple command. “duck.”
sweetiepie and jules covered their head, bracing themselves for whatever was about to happen. you took a deep breath before stepping on the gas, ducking down behind the steering wheel.
you heard the crack of three gunshots, followed by the thunk of george’s body underneath the car. you slammed on the brake to avoid crashing into the forest, your head whipping into the wheel as the car jolted to a stop.
jules peeked through her fingers, elated to see all the passengers alive and bullet hole-free.
“ah fuck, my fuckin’ head, i-“ your words were muffled against jules lips as she desperately mashed them against yours.
“you’re so fucking brave, baby! i love you so much! i love you so fucking much!” tears slid down her cheeks as she declared her love for you. you smiled at her praises and pulled away from her with a parting peck.
“you alright back there, sweetheart?” you looked in the rearview mirror. she offered nothing but a simple nod and a nearly imperceptible smile. before you could shift into reverse and leave this hellhole, the driver-side door flew open and you fell to the ground.
george threw you into the pavement with impressive strength for someone who had just been run over only moments ago. your head jerked into the unforgiving macadam, stunning you momentarily and giving george enough time to wrap his hands around your throat.
“you thought you could kill me?” he gurgled, blood dripping from his wounds. “i’m never gonna die!” you practically felt the life slipping out of your hands. you so desperately wanted to put up a fight, but you couldn’t find the strength to do so.
“i’m the last thing you’re ever gonna see. time to go.” george growled, squeezing tighter. you could faintly hear footsteps in quick succession, but you had no idea who they were coming from.
“let go of her!” jules yelled, trying with all her might to wrench the psychopathic man off of you. for a moment you thought she might succeed, but you heard another woman’s voice, gloria, you assumed, pull her away from you.
through darkening vision and fluttering eyelids, you caught a glimpse of the older woman brandishing a knife against the neck of your girlfriend as she struggled fruitlessly.
fighting seemed hopeless as you had run out of breath and darkness began to encapsulate your surroundings. this is it, you thought. this is where it all ends.
until,
click.
the sound of a pistol cocking. the pressure eased off of your esophagus and you rolled onto your side trying to catch your breath.
“sweetiepie,” george began with his thick southern drawl. “where’d ‘ya get that gun? c’mon now, give it to daddy. what did these people say about me? d’they tell you i’m a bad man? i’m not a bad man, i’m a good man, bring the gun to daddy.”
sweetiepie stood stoic, refusing to move the gun from it’s place in her hands. george decided to try a different approach. “what’ll make you feel good? you know what makes me feel good? ice cream. mint cho-”
a gunshot rang through the air, it’s bullet making a rapid path straight through his eye socket. his body fell onto the ground with a thud.
“george?” gloria crooned. “are you okay?” the knife clattered against the driveway. jules rushed away from her over to you, helping you from the ground. she grabbed the gun from sweetiepie’s hands and aimed it at the widow in case she made any sudden moves.
“time for us to go! the open road is ahead, george.” she sniffled. “oh, i suppose we could wait a bit longer, if you need.” she continued to mumble some more crazy talk as she stroked her deceased husband’s cheek.
jules lowered her gun, turning to the little girl who saved your asses. she pulled her close, running her ringed fingers through the girl’s matted locks. sweetiepie looked up to you, leaning against the car door for support, and buried her face in your shirt as she wrapped her arms around you. “i wanna go with you,” she murmured quietly.
“let’s go, julie.” you wheezed. she nodded, checking to make sure gloria wasn’t going to pull anything on you.
the three of you made it to the main road. the rush of adrenaline from the coke had finally worn off and the pain and exhaustion from your injuries had caught up to you as you leaned your weight on jules’ shoulder. you weren’t quite sure where exactly you were trying to go, mainly just looking for any means to leave this state.
“when we get out of here,” you mumbled. “are we going back to stealing?” you looked over to your girlfriend who was looking down at the little girl holding your hand.
“i don’t think this one needs any more bad influences in her life, i’m sure we’ll find something. maybe we can start that business like we’ve always wanted to.” she smiled.
before either of you could elaborate any further, the sound of gravel crunching beneath tires filled your ears. jules stuck her thumb out, hoping the driver had enough of a heart to pull over. the red truck slowed to a stop and you watched as the window rolled down, revealing an older woman.
“where you girls headed?” she asked considerately. sweetiepie stood on her tip toes to get a better look at what was presumably the first person she’d seen in what you assumed had been years.
you shared a look with jules, silently coming to the same conclusion. “florida.”
the woman smiled, unlocking the doors with the switch on the door. “well, i’m not exactly a taxi service, so i can’t guarantee ‘ya i’ll get you that far, but i’ll see what i can do.”
jules grinned happily, thanking the woman immensely. you gave sweetiepie a boost into the back seat, jules helping you up next to her before sliding into the passenger seat herself.
some country song started playing at a low volume over the radio while you let your head fall back against the headrest. sweetiepie looked equally as worn out as you, but somewhat excited at the prospect of seeing what anything outside of a dingy basement looked like.
jules turned around to check on you and smiled at what she saw. you were passed out with your head against the cool glass of the car window, sweetiepie fast asleep on your lap, the two of you out cold before you even hit the first red light.
she turned back around, tears welling in her eyes as she imagined the life the three of you would live together.
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HAHA YOU DIDN’T ACTUALLY THINK I WAS GONNA WRITE THE ACTUAL ENDING DID YOU???? jokes on you i am FAR too soft for that!!
if you’re wondering how i came up with this alternate ending, this was the situation that i came up with immediately after watching the movie for the first time when i realized just HOW AVOIDABLE mickey’s death was
and another factor in that is that i think i’m physically incapable of writing anything that doesn’t have a happy ending sooo
It wasn't very often Anthony did this sort of thing but one doesn't really say no to such things, especially for events like this. He wasn't even a recruiting officer but he'd been asked by his friend to go with him to talk to the kids at his old high school. He'd much rather be enjoying his day of leave out somewhere instead of the uncomfortable environment in his fatigues but seeing such interest in the kids was worth it.
Of course there was only so long he could take doing this. So he did the one thing he was sure he wasn't supposed to be doing; he slipped out to look around the school. It'd been years since he'd been in one after all.
Though with all his wandering and looking, he probably should have been looking where he was going. He ran right into a young woman. "Ah, shit," he said, looking down at her and grabbing her arm to help keep her upright. "You alright, ma'am? I'm sorry. I didn't see ya there."
