#s15 speculation

[bijoharvelle]

@casismybestfriend asked if i had a good shot of the blood on dean’s shoulder - frame-by-frame & fucking with the colors/etc a bit, these were the clearest i could do!!! 

i am.....steadfastly resisting becoming a clown for personal reasons but i will say that sure does look like a handprint huh 👀👀👀

[dothwrites]

spn15 spec, destiel, post 15.18, mcd?? sort of???

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And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend.--Antoine de-Saint Exupery, The Little Prince

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Castiel opens his eyes in nothingness. 

It’s not dark, though the air which presses around him is thick onyx. There is neither gravity nor weightlessness here. Castiel exists but he does so in a void so barren that he doubts his own mind. He opens his mouth to call out, but no sound escapes. 

Castiel exists in ignorance for one, glorious moment. Then the weight of memory crushes into him. His chest buckles underneath the pressure. He tries to scream, but the vast emptiness swallows the sound. 

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“Cas, we can fight this!” 

Dean, his Righteous Man, Dean, the shining beacon, his friend...The first real friend he’d ever made. Dean is ready to fight. Dean would fight God, has indeed fought God. But he can’t fight this. 

The door shudders in its frame. Blow after blow rains down on the weakening wood. Already, the wood is splintering under the assault. The thin strip of light at the bottom of the door disappears underneath a sea of writhing black. The Empty is here. It wants what it was promised.  

“Dean,” he says. He intends to say much more--It’s too late, let me go, thank you--but his voice cracks on the single syllable of Dean’s name. 

He wants to stay. God help him, but he wants to stay. 

“No, dammit Cas! You don’t get to give up! We can fight this thing, we can keep running, we can...” Dean’s voice trails off into nothing as he looks wildly around the small room. 

Though he might protest, Castiel knows that Dean is a man bailing out a sinking ship. In his heart, Dean knows the battle is already lost. But he’s still defiant, still clinging to the faintest shred of hope.

Castiel loves him for that. 

“You fought for the whole world.” Castiel’s voice is weak and pale against the ear-shattering thunder of the Empty’s attempts to break into the room. 

“Cas, no--” 

“But you can’t fight for me.” 

The words shatter something vital in him. Castiel gasps as the agony shreds through him. He thought there would be more time. He thought that happiness was an ideal that no one could ever reach. He thought there would be time, he doesn’t want to go, he wants to stay--

“Cas, I can’t...Not again, I can’t lose you again, please don’t go--” 

Black seeps into the room, slender tendrils snaking across the room towards where they stand. Castiel feels every second ticking away. He’s lived for millennia, seen worlds and empires rise and fall, felt the passing of centuries like nothing more than a passing breeze. Millions of years, and now, when it means everything, he has no time. 

Castiel cups Dean’s cheek with one shaking hand. If this is it, then he doesn’t want to leave with any regrets. “Dean,” he croaks. That word has become his compass, his prayer, the star to which he hitched his wagon. 

“I’m so sorry. I don’t want to leave you. If I had a choice, i would stay. I would stay with you through every sunrise and sunset, through every moment, the mundane and extraordinary alike.” Castiel’s voice catches in his throat as the door finally shatters and darkness pours into the room. 

“You’ve taught me everything, Dean, and I...I’m so grateful that I got to know you. Without you...” 

Castiel can’t continue. He’s immeasurably grateful for all he’s experienced with Dean, but he’s always been greedy. He wants more. He wants to see Dean’s hair continue to silver until it’s soft and grey. He wants to go fishing with Dean and discover the peace inherent in the activity. He wants to watch Jack grow into his own and Sam start a family. He wants, with a fierceness that takes his breath away. 

Darkness curls around his ankle and winds its way up his calf. 

Dean shakes his head. Tears well in his eyes but refuse to spill over, though his lower lip shakes. “Please,” he asks, tilting his head into Castiel’s palm. “I can’t...how am I supposed to do this without you?” 

Castiel starts to respond, but his voice is cut off by the swift, hard press of Dean’s lips into his. His heart jolts and gutters in his chest before it picks up again, beating so hard he thinks it might escape through the confines of his ribs. 

“I love you.” 

The words tumble out of Castiel’s mouth, the same as they did years ago when he was rotting from in the inside out. The same frantic need consumes him now as it did then, when every beat of his heart dragged him closer to the edge of oblivion, when seconds were more precious than gold, when he was so close to losing everything--

Dean sobs. He clutches the lapels of Castiel’s coat and kisses him, teeth bruising behind his lips.

Castiel’s whole lower body is engulfed in darkness so complete that it feels as though it’s ceased to exist. His whimper is lost in Dean’s mouth. 

“No,” Dean gasps, pulling away. Castiel already knows the cause of Dean’s denial. He can feel it, creeping up his chest and shoulders, slithering down to his arms. He remembers how it was to be devoured, remembers the noxious black ooze of the Leviathan crawling through him, but this is worse, is so much worse, because now he knows what Dean’s lips taste like, now he knows everything he has to lose--

“Cas, I love you,” Dean tells him, though his words echo strangely. The Empty crawls up his throat. Castiel chokes on it, but he doesn’t dare to blink. He can’t lose a second of this, of Dean’s face, horrified and tear-stricken though it is. 

Seconds tick away like centuries, Dean’s face in front of him. Castiel can’t hear what he’s saying, but he can see the words shaped on his lips. 

I’ll find you, I promise, I’m coming for you, Cas, Cas, I love--

And then. 

Empty. 

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With the image of Dean’s face in his mind, Castiel screams. 

There is no sound in the Empty, but he screams anyway. His agony and loss pour out of him, his grief and fear. Everything that he’s lost, Dean--

Castiel screams until his voice cracks and breaks, until his throat is shredded and raw, until he tastes blood in the back of his throat. 

Hollow, he slumps to the side, curling into himself. His one consolation was that he would at least be asleep for the rest of eternity. He wouldn’t have to live with the weight of everything he’d lost. Now, even that slender comfort has been ripped from him. For the rest of time, he’ll have to exist with the memory of Dean’s glassy eyes, with the sound of Dean’s choked voice echoing through his skull, with the phantom ache of Dean’s lips against his. Castiel shudders, sobs ripping out of his throat. 

“Jesus. So much for helping.” 

Castiel blinks. The sound of another voice is foreign in this void where nothing should exist. He rolls over, looking up at the sardonic face staring down at him. 

“Ruby,” he rasps, then remembers himself. 

That’s not Ruby. 

“Go away,” he mutters. He wraps his arms around his legs, pressing his forehead to his knees. There’s no point in having pride here, not when time is meaningless and every second is a torture. The Empty already knows his secrets, though why it chose Ruby’s form to torment him is a mystery. 

“Look feathers, you were the one who screwed the pooch on this whole ‘fixing eternity’ thing. So I think I’m going to stick around for a bit.” 

“There’s no point,” Castiel says miserably. “You got what you wanted. I’m here. I’m suffering. What more could you possibly want from me?”

“Were you dropped on your halo? I told you what I wanted the last time you were here. I want out, you moron. I told you to find a way out, and you wound up here, which is kind of the opposite of what I asked.” 

Castiel blinks slowly, lifting his forehead from his knees. “Ruby?” he asks. 

Ruby rolls her eyes and sighs for dramatic effect. “Yeah, dumbo. You know, I’ve only been trying to tell you that since the beginning.” 

“I can’t trust that.” Castiel remembers all too well the last time he was here, the jolt of pleasure at seeing Meg once more only to realize that the Empty was aping her appearance to hurt him. “The Empty, it takes on your visage, your memories--”

“Yeah, you’re just going to have to trust me on this.” Ruby’s eyes flash black. “You know, as much as you can.” 

“I’d pay attention to her, Clarence. If you don’t, then she’ll probably kick your ass.” 

Castiel knows that voice. He whirls around. Meg’s face greets him, a tiny smirk twisting her lips upward. “Meg,” he whispers, an odd combination of grief and happiness twisting in his chest. 

“The one and only,” she assures him. 

A small shred of doubt clings at the back of Castiel’s mind, but he has to trust in something right now. Even if it’s two dead demons. 

“Castiel. So lovely to see you again. Though I can’t say that I agree with the company you’re keeping these days.” 

Make that three dead demons. 

“Crowley,” Castiel breathes. 

The demon looks exactly the same as he did  the day he died. His suit is pristine, down to the pocket square. He looks at Meg and Ruby with disdain before he turns that expression on Castiel. “I suppose you’re doing your biannual visit to this dump? Feel like taking any passengers out with you when you make your escape this time?” 

“I’m not...I made a deal,” Castiel whispers. He made a deal to save his son and he’ll never regret that, not for a second, but then he thinks of Dean’s face. “I’m not leaving.” 

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so negative, Cassie. You do have a way of wriggling out of the tightest of places.” 

Mingled guilt and joy sear through Castiel as he turns around. Balthazar’s familiar face looks at him. Balthazar raises an eyebrow. “No hug?” he asks. 

“I don’t understand,” Castiel breathes. Surrounded by ghosts from his past, he feels weak. “None of you should be awake. That’s the whole point of this place. All of us, asleep, forever.” 

“That’s the way it should be, but you have a habit of wrecking the natural order.” Castiel winces at Anna’s cool voice. Though there’s no real judgement in her voice, there’s also no real warmth. “It’s been changing here, ever since your last visit.” 

“I woke it up.” 

“And because you woke it up, we all started to awake as well.” Hannah’s calm voice joins their small group, though it’s growing steadily larger. “All of us, demons and angels, started awaking. At first, it was just for moments, but lately, it’s been distracted. More of us have been able to stay awake for longer. Eventually we started finding each other.” 

“That’s my boy,” Meg says, unmistakable fondness in her voice. “Shaking up the natural order, wrecking the whole of the afterlife.” 

Castiel’s eyes dart between all of them, former enemies, allies, and friends. “Is this all of you?” 

“Were you not listening? Did they not just tell you that we’ve all been waking up, at least a little bit?” 

Gabriel pops into existence next to Castiel. Despite himself, Castiel jerks back in surprise. 

“So, what’s it going to be, Cas? Are you going to just pop out of here like always?” Crowley brings Castiel’s brain back to the present. 

When he made his deal, he made it with full awareness that there was no coming back. He accepted that burden because he knew it was the only way he could save Jack. 

But that was before he felt Dean’s lips against his, before he heard the words fall from Dean’s mouth. I love you. 

When he made the deal, he had never heard those words directed at him. When he made the deal, he had nothing to fight for. 

Now he does.

He made a choice long ago. You don’t have to be ruled by Fate. You can choose freedom. 

Castiel looks at all of them, demons and angels alike, and makes a choice. 

“We’ve got work to do.” 

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

"Goddamn slinkies." Dean lets out, softened voice brimming with nostalgia and affection, as he stares at the colorful coil on the library table.

"Huh?" Sam looks up.

"Goddamn giant, rainbow slinkies." Dean swears, expression miles away from his words. His lips are parted in innocent wonder, and curled a smidge at the corner in just a hint of a smile. His green eyes are graphic, opened wide, and they glitter - at least from where Cas sits.

"Is that a toy?" Cas asks, curious. His eyes are narrowed, and eyebrows still pinched together from all the concentrated reading.

"What? No." Dean throws back, almost defensive. "It's a slinky!" That doesn't really help absolve his confusion, but Cas deems it alright to nod at that. "We won this, like, a couple thousand cases back at a Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie."

Cas's eyebrows go up.

"We?" Sam repeats, sounding incredulous but mostly just poking fun. Oh, curse his freakish memory. "Dude. I won you that, because you were doing the toystore equivalent of pining from afar."

Dean makes a face at him, while Cas quips in. "So it is a toy."

"Screw you both," Dean gets up, picking up his slinky. Because that's all he's going to let himself think of it, as. Dean Winchester, hunter of forty rugged years, doesn't play with toys. Hence, it's not a friggin' toy. "I don't need to take this. I'll be in my room if you find anything on the vamp-shifters."

As he walks off, his brother and Cas proceed to talk. Not like he's trying to listen, but he catches a few sentences.

"You're right, Jack would like it."

"Perhaps I should win him one, if that's what family does." The voice is definitely Cas's. "Who do I have to win it from?"

"More like a what, Cas." There's a pause. "And more like lots of what's. Look -"

Out of earshot at this point, Dean continues stalking to his room, though his brain stays stuck in the hallway, as it tries to figure out the rest of that conversation.

He places his slinky on the bed, and leans back against the wood of his bedframe. It was obviously hilarious that Cas assumed these things had to be won against fighters, in battle. Though Dean wonders if he actually thought so, or was just pulling the pretend-oblivious act, just because.

Cas was weird, but he had that squint Dean was pretty sure was reserved just for him, and that voice, and he can just express his desire to win slinkies for his kid as means of conforming to familial tradition, out loud. He purposefully loses at Connect Four, and is crappy at holding his badge straight, and wears Dean's ancient band t-shirts in the summer, and thinks his burgers are quote-unquote wonderful.

Fuck weird - Cas is infuriatingly perfect, and goddammit, sometimes it can hit really hard how much Dean loves him.

God-friggin'-damn it.

*

"Dean?" Cas stops mid-step, entering the garage, and greets him with a puzzled stare - because Dean's not usually found wandering alone by the cars, in the middle of the day, and because staring is kind of their thing.

"Get in, and we'll talk?" Dean grins in return, waving the keys to the Impala in the air.

If Cas is going out to a ridiculous restaurant chain to win giant slinkies for Jack, Dean's driving him there. Hell, he might even win Cas something, if he's feeling lucky - like a discount on dessert, in case they stop to have lunch.

"I'd like to come with." Dean explains, uncertain now, posture bordering on shy. "If you don't mind."

Cas smiles. "Of course."

And then they're settling in on opposite edges of Baby's front seat, Cas muttering a smug, "Shotgun," and Dean objectively losing it because angels he's in love with have no business being that adorable about seating arrangements, and then finally, he turns the key and the engine roars to life, and they're off.

*

(Indeed, it's a weird series of events, even by their standards, leading to their first kiss ever, happening in the parking lot of a Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie; branch: Lawrence, Kansas.)

[rogueangelshunter]

Okay, so, here’s the thing.

I know a lot of people have feels about Lisa and Dean.  Understandable - she’s very sweet, and has a huge heart, but it just smacked me around the head that Lisa is to Dean what Daphne was to Cas.

Two very sweet, abnormally accepting women who opened their lives to two very desperate, broken men.  Does that mean that Dean and Lisa are meant to be?  Nnnnnno.  No more than Cas was meant to stay with Daphne as Emmanuel forever.  But it’s not because omg Destiel so in love! and Dean and Lisa not so much - I do absolutely believe Dean loved Lisa, as much as he was even able to, at that point.  But I don’t think it was romantic love (and I honestly hope that we hear Dean say something to that effect in one of the episodes we have left - because it fucking needs saying).

That’s the reason why the notion of Lisa being Dean’s endgame is so absurd, to me.  Because it’s every bit as incomprehensible as the thought of Cas suddenly deciding to drop everything to go back to Daphne.  Lisa and Daphne were lovely, in and of themselves, but they were basically just plot vehicles, much like Cassie was when they brought her in. SG wrote The Born Again Identity (no, seriously, she did - go look!) and really gave us no idea exactly HOW long Cas is with Daphne, but if I had to wager, I’d bet it was close to a year, just like Dean was with Lisa.  But that’s the only way the ‘I found a naked man by a lake and married him’ makes sense - time. I’m sure SG reallyreally wanted Lisa to stick, but I don’t know how anybody could look at Dean in the first few eps of season 6 and say ‘hey, yeah, this is the kind of happy ending Dean Winchester deserves!  Stuck in the suburbs that he’s wigged out by, acting as a guard dog for Ben and Lisa and not finding any meaningful kind of peace for himself whatsoever!’ 

Can I just say - fuck that? Because FUCK THAT.

Yeah, okay, I thought I was done, but I’m not so here we go - the thing that bothers me the most about the whole Dean/Lisa storyline is the notion that Dean DOES NOT CHOOSE HER FOR HIMSELF. What do I mean by that?  Okay.  Let’s take it back a few paces. Originally, Lisa’s introduced because the world is ending (again) and legit, Dean just wants to get laid before he dies.  The outstanding fact he recalls about Lisa is that she’s ‘bendy’.  Nothing about her personality, her eyes, her hopes and dreams... nope, she’s bendy.  Like, they spent a weekend together 9 years previous.  A couple nights nearly TEN YEARS AGO?  Do people even do that?  Is that a thing that happens?  I suppose it could be, if the person is especially memorable, but again - SG doesn’t put it in that context.  If SG wanted to convince us that Lisa was The One for him, Dean wouldn’t be talking about her like this, you see?  And this is even before we find out about Ben’s existence.  If Dean had any kind of serious feelings about Lisa at all, he’d have been more like he was about Cassie - protective of her memory, almost - only just begrudgingly sharing some tidbits of information with Sam because she really did mean a lot to him.  And when something means a lot to Dean, he tends to keep it close to the vest. Lisa was a fling and was treated like a fling from jump.  That’s why I can’t take her seriously as the endgame gf.  Because SG didn’t, from the beginning. 

But also?  It’s not Dean’s decision to go to Lisa after Swan Song.  Sam basically tells Dean and makes it his dying wish - you go to her and you try to make it work.  Of course Dean’s going to say he’ll do it and then do his best to try to keep his word to his now-deceased brother, but ultimately?  He does not choose to go to Lisa of his own accord and that has ALWAYS BOTHERED ME.  It’s a tainted well - it starts from a bad, uneven place, so it’s going to be impossible to feel okay about it as a plot arc because of that.

[mad-as-a-box-of-frogs]

What if Sam and Rowena become the next chuck and Amara, of a sorts? A new creation and darkness to maintain balance when they leave?

Idk what this would entail, but why the pointed mentions of witch!Sam, why have Sam shoot God with a gun called the equalizer of all things? Why start off the season with 15x03 looking like *that?* Why the many mentions of Rowena without actually bringing her back into the narrative? Why give Sam an emotion arc of sorts to Rowena (“You miss her.” All the sad Sam faces in 15x08, repeatedly connecting his magic arc to her with terms like Ginger jr), albeit not the same as a romantic pairing as with Eileen, but still being paralleled to destiel in ways?

Where does it all lead to?

[maythegeekbewithyou]

I’ve just watched 11x23, where Dean says goodbye after volunteering to be the bomb to kill Amara.

They are in a cemetery. Sam and Dean hug it out before Mary’s tombstone.

There are PETALS flying everywhere - even getting stuck in Dean’s hair.

5 bucks the promo sequence of Dean and Sam hugging it out with that weird stuff in Dean’s hair is on that very cemetery!

[deadspn]

Okay, I think I’ve made it clear to myself why Cas isn’t happy yet. You’d think, Jack is back, even his soul is, him and Dean are friends again and even Sam got rid of that wound. People say it’s because Dean hasn’t told him he loves him. But we seem to forget that there’s one massive problem called God. As I see it, Castiel has made it his goal to guard TFW and make sure they’re alright. How can he be happy if he knows that his so called father is a piece of shit who wants to hurt his family (and yes, Cas does consider them as his family, take 12x12 when he literally said it aloud)? So, even though I’m a huge Destiel shipper, I don’t really think that it has a lot to do with him making out with Dean. Yes, I hope it’s at least a part of it but that’s really not the main thing.

Buuuut I still have doubts bc the title of 15x16 is “Drag Me Away (From You)”. So, I have three possible versions of the outcome:

1) It’s too early for God to be defeated in 15x16. So, Cas might simply tell his story to us (you might remember that there should be a Castiel-centric episode, and 15x16 is probably it) and maybe we’ll get the real explanation on why he’s not happy bc we also know that the emotional scene between Dean and Cas should be in 15x18. And maybe he’s gonna tell them about the deal in ep 18 (and let’s not forget that the episode is called “The Truth” and before it was said to be “Despair” for some reason) and be taken by the Empty right there. So, let’s sum this version up:

15x16: Castiel telling his story and maybe breaking the fourth wall

15x18: An emotional scene between him and Dean and being taken by the Empty

2) In this version Destiel plays a very important role. I don’t even need to explain this, I’ll just point it out below. Though with the dynamics I see in Dean/Cas relationship so far I don’t think that the writers would have any courage to make them canon so early. For me, if Destiel happens, it’ll take place in one of the last three episodes, so this version doesn’t really add up to me. Plus, the song they refer to (Africa by Toto) is quite optimistic, just google the lyrics. So,

15x16: Dean and Cas confess their feelings to each other and Castiel is dragged away without any explanation

15x18: Cas comes back and they have an emotional conversation. Billie reveals her plan/turns out to be another villain, thus the title is “The Truth”/“Despair” as earlier

3) And the version I’d personally hate but you know SPN team, they like disappointing us. Remember that there should also be an episode with young Sam and Dean? It might as well be suitable here

15x16: Dean and Sam are separated for some reason or smth like that. Anyways, this episode is about the brothers’ journey.

15x18: Cas being taken by the Empty after the conversation with Dean (no matter if destiel happens or not)

Okay, actually it might be a mix of all these versions. So, feel free to share your thoughts and thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[poorreputation]

SPN 15X12: Galaxy Brain- Notes

Written By: Meredith Glynn, Robert Berens

Directed By: Richard Speight Jr.

Summary (via IMDB): Sam and Dean respond to a frantic call and assist in an extraordinary and heartbreaking rescue; Billie surprises everyone with a visit to the bunker.

Tagging: @thegalwhorants @emblue-sparks @metafest @verobatto-angelxhunter @evvvissticante @sudo-apt-get-destiel @wildligia @mishka-the-angel-of-saturday @stopmakingfaces @legendary-destiel @studio-hatter @rosegirl1994 (peeps put in bold are those tumblr won’t let me tag. It’s tumblr, what else is new?)

Spoilers under the cut: 

-Kaia and Claire mentions, why do you hurt me like this?? WHY?!

-Few Weeks Ago: Earth 2- We cut to a 'Radio Shed'. Only people of a certain age will get the reference.

-'It's monologue time' fuck, spare me.

-When you have an existential crisis over writing AU fanfic.

-Note how Chuck constantly ignores Cas, even when he's front and center.

-Sioux Falls. Our World. Now- Jodie! Alex! Patience! Be still my heart!

-Bet you it's Evil!Kaia. Don't touch Jody, or I swear-

-TFW talk angst. Jack feels bad when looking over Mary's initials on the table.

-Dean kinda trusts Death, Cas trusts Jack, but Sam remains skeptical.

-Dean and Cas sit and have an angsty drink. Quality and romantic bonding over planning to kill God, business as usual.

-Jody calls because shit's hit the fan.

-Sam and Dean head out to save Jody. Evil!Kaia kicks their asses, demands the Spear back. Dean breaks it to her that it's destroyed. Distracted, Jody gets the drop on her.

-Kaia's been stuck in the Bad Place this whole time. Now, this would be a surprise if this show's PR team didn't have such a raging spoiler boner.

-Anyway- KAIA'S BACK! BLESS BOBO! CALL CLAIRE, HER GF'S BACK!!

-THIS SHOW MAKING MY DREAMS COME TRUE, CAS AND JODY MEET!!

-Jack's under strict orders not to use his powers, so Evil!Kaia can't get her way: to save her world (but mostly Kaia)

-MY TV COULDN'T TAKE THE GAY SHIT THAT IS DREAMHUNTER. IT'S GONE GREEN, WHERE'S MY JODY-CAS BONDING?!?

-Jack and Evil!Kaia bond as fellow angsty outsiders. He's determined to save Kaia.

-The Reaper sent to keep an eye on Jack threatens to tell Billie. Jack tells her good luck with that after-the-fact, and the Reaper's talked into helping.

-The warding Amara initially blasted away in the Bunker is temporarily restored. Jack can use his powers without Chuck knowing.

-Cas, baby, you did patch things up with Claire, why do you hate yourself like this?!

-Sam, Dean and Evil!Kaia head to the Bad Place. And immediately run into trouble. As you do.

-The trio finds Kaia, and for a split second, I'm convinced she's gonna use that knife on Dean. They focused so much on the Dean-holding-her-at-gunpoint part, that I wouldn't have blamed her.

-Evil-now-Redeemed!Kaia stays in the Bad Place, even as it collapses around her.

-Kaia asking if Claire will be in Sioux Falls was so gay, I'm surprised my screen didn't turn green, again.

-Billie's back, she's all-knowing, and TFW 2.0 is fucked.

-Billie tells them how all the worlds Chuck created are dying. She also reveals that everyone has a death book, including God, who's greatest weakness is writing himself into the plot.

Those are my thoughts for last nights episode! I may write up a meta later, we’ll see, but this was such a good ep, with plenty of material to sift through.

I hope you guys take care. It’s scary times, but we’ll get through it.

♥