Dean nesting is kinda cute. I'll take one burger, please 😁
Sam grabbing his burger to go 💕
The irony that Sam is being an absolute darling and mother hen to Kevin, asking him to take care of himself.. only for him to kill Kevin in S9
Rusty bacon shirt is back !!
Dean to a horse: I hate you 🤣🙈
I love Sam and how smart he is
So I've noticed another pattern. Debb is a Sam girl too. His episodes focus on Sam
Oh this is the first time someone referred to Sam as Ken doll. Usually it's a Dean thing
Hold up there now.. Dean-you-should-have-looked-for-me-when-i-was-in-purgatory Winchester is suddenly telling Sam he wants him to live his life, have kids, white picket fence, yada, yada??
Glasses are a cute touch!
Go Sam!
Omg I didn't notice before but Sam grabs the hellhound with his hands?!
Oh and i loved the whole bathing scene too. At first I wasn't sure how they were gonna do it but that's great
Sam's attitude in this entire episode is bloody fantastic
But i hate that Dean doesn't return the trust and respect that Sam has for him
ohh Sam does hurt scenes so much better
Overall 10/10. Loved the stakes. The writing was much better as compared to all of S7 and beginning of S8. Loved putting Sam in the center of things (finally!). His attitude as i said whether towards Kevin, trials or Dean was wonderful. I loved the twist on who made the deal and how the narrative of trials switched
Eddie's pov during Episode s08e15 - Lab Rats. Spoilers for that episode, cw for that episode. 1400, T. Read on A03 here.
It's probably a sin of some kind, Eddie thinks, to be glad it isn’t Buck trapped in the lab.
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Eddie’s dropping a rider off at a Best Western when his phone starts blowing up. He pulls over into the guest parking lot and reads the texts, his chest suddenly seizing as he scans the frantic messages from Buck.
It takes him far too long to re-read them and figure out what’s going on, but when his brain stops spinning, this is what’s left:
Trapped inside a lab with a deadly virus and potentially exposed: Hen, Chim, Ravi, Cap.
Not trapped inside: Buck.
His fingers slip as he types back to Buck, and then he gives up, calling him. It goes to voicemail, and Eddie almost cries out when he hears Buck’s voice telling him to leave a message. He’s not sure what he babbles after the beep, but it definitely includes call me and Buck’s name about a dozen times.
No one else from the 118 has texted him, which could in theory mean that things are being handled and everyone is okay, or, more likely given Buck’s texts, that things are really, really bad. Eddie needs to know more. He has to know what’s happening.
He knows the firefighters will be too busy to talk, so he calls Maddie – she might not even be at work, but as a dispatcher, she likely has inside information. There’ s no answer, so he grits his teeth and calls Josh, actually gets him on the line. Josh explains what they know, that Chim is very, very sick and the scientist responsible is on the run with the only vial of antidote. Hen was badly injured but is stable.
Josh is speaking gently and deliberately to Eddie, and Eddie recognizes with horror that it’s the voice Josh uses when he’s working dispatch. Which he is, right now, except he’s spending his valuable work time explaining to Eddie that one of his teammates is probably dying.
Eddie knows he should let Josh get off the phone, go back to saving lives, but he still can’t really breathe right, not until he knows. “Buck?” he asks, pathetically. “Buck wasn’t – hurt? Or - exposed?”
“No, as far as I know, Buck is okay. He wasn’t inside when the lab locked down.”
“He’s not answering his phone,” Eddie says, pointlessly, as if Josh could make Buck pick up, in the middle of a freaking emergency.
“I think he’s with Sergeant Grant,” Josh says, and this immediately makes Eddie feel better. Athena and Bobby, they’re like parents to Buck. If Buck is with Athena, he might not be as reckless. Not that Buck is reckless, no matter what people say, because that implies he doesn’t put thought into what he does. Buck thinks before he acts, he just puts other people first. Athena does too. She’ll fiercely protect her own. And Buck is one of her own.
Eddie realizes with a start that he’s still in the hotel parking lot, and he tells himself that whatever happens next, he’ll be better off in his house than in his car. Taking deep breaths, he pulls out onto the road and concentrates on driving, like he used to do coming home at night after a few too many beers. Don’t think about anything else, don’t get distracted, keep a safe distance, slow down at yellow lights.
When he finally stumbles through his front door he feels like he’s been on the road for hours. He collapses onto his couch and looks at his texts. There’s a new one from Buck, <i>think we know where she went,</i> and Eddie sends back <i>go get her you can do it</i> and thinks <i>be careful be careful be careful.</i>
He lays back, hands pressed to his face, and tries to remember what he knows about horrible diseases and antidotes. He wonders how it is even possible that people could be screwing around with this kind of thing. He thinks about Chim, about how unimaginable it would be to be him right now, his body under attack. He starts to think about Jee-Yun, and the baby on the way, and then he’s on the floor curled up tight and the panic attack is in full, fabulous swing.
Panting, he scrabbles for his phone and dials Buck. It’s not fair to Buck, who is busy trying to hunt down a criminal to save Chim’s life. Buck probably doesn’t have time to talk Eddie through a panic attack. Eddie shouldn’t be calling Buck when more important things are at stake. Not that it matters, Buck doesn’t pick up, appropriately.
Eddie is failing Buck and all he can think about is how much he wants to hear his voice. Eddie isn’t there, doesn’t have his back, no matter that he promised he always would.
At least Buck isn’t inside the lab. Eddie can’t let himself think about what if Buck had been trapped in there, if his mask had fallen off, if it was Buck’s body being ravaged by a fast moving deadly fever. Eddie can’t bear to imagine never seeing Buck again, never getting that hug that he’s counting on getting when he finally gets back to L.A., one where Buck holds him together, lets Eddie tuck his face into his neck and be surrounded by Buck.
It's probably a sin of some kind, Eddie thinks, to be glad it isn’t Buck trapped in the lab. But Buck’s been through enough, he’s almost been killed before, more than once. Thank god this time he’s not the one whose life is on the line. If it makes him a bad person to be happy that Buck was spared this one, so be it. Eddie can live with that.
Eddie knows that if there was any way for Buck to get inside that lab, to help Bobby and the others, he would, even at risk to his own life. That’s just who Buck is, really. It’s who they all are. To some extent it comes with the territory, being a first responder. At the same time, Eddie is grateful that whatever Buck and Athena are up to, they didn’t try to storm their way into the lab. Once again, he’s glad Buck is with Athena.
It’s burning Eddie up inside that he can’t do anything to help. But there’s nothing he can do from El Paso, hundreds of miles away from the people he has grown to care so much about. To need. And it’s no one’s fault but his own. Eddie left them all, put himself in this place, useless to his loved ones.
That’s not fair, the Frank-tinged voice in his head chimes in. You’re here to be closer to your loved ones – your other loves ones. <i>Christopher.</I>
Oh god, Eddie thinks, Chris can’t have heard about this yet, can he? Eddie forces himself to sit up, blinks hard and checks the time. Chris is supposed to go to a friend’s house after school, then be home for dinner. Eddie has to pull himself together. For Chris.
And he has to do more than pull himself together, he realizes. Maybe even more important than that. He has to include Chris in this. Even if it’s painful, even if it will be painful to Chris, too. Eddie can’t hide things from his son. Not anymore.
Eddie gets up and finds a glass, fills it with water and drinks it down. He does the exercises he’s been taught, counts things he can see and hear and smell. When his feels clearer, he sends Buck another text, his hands still shaking. <i>Call me as soon as you can. No matter how late it is. Let me help.</i> And then, because he can’t not say it, and because it’s been true ever since he got the first text, true forever, really, <i>I won’t stop thinking about you and the team. I’m praying to the universe to keep you safe. I love you.</I>
Then Eddie calls Chris, who answers, surprisingly, saving Eddie the trouble of having to have this conversation with him on the front step of his friend’s house. Eddie explains what’s going on, as calmly as he can, and gives Chris two options. Chris doesn’t hesitate, and Eddie ends the call and packs a bag for each of them.
From the time he got Buck’s first set of text messages this morning, Eddie has had a terrible premonition that today is going to end in tragedy. There is a lot about the situation Eddie can’t control, but there is one thing he can. Eddie and Christoper will be back in L.A. by tomorrow, and whatever shape their family is in, at least they’ll be together. Eddie sends one more text, as he and Chris wait to board the plane.
