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Favorite TV Shows - Supernatural
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Dean has now been to all four levels.
Hell.
Purgatory.
Earth.
Heaven.
I wonder how many humans can say that.
actual tourist dean winchester
ACTUAL TOURIST DEAN WINCHESTER
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“What have I to fear?”
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Till The World Ends (The Unholy Trinity/Team Free Will Crossover fic)
Part 1
It’s ten years later and Quinn is a hunter in her own right. Her mother has long since passed, the only memory she keeps of her a faded photograph that reads “Judy + Mary 1967” on the back.
Quinn’s riding shotgun in a cherry red Mustang convertible that’s speeding down the interstate as she and her crew make their way to another hunt. She’d meant to do some research, but instead found herself staring out the window, enjoying the scenery flying by as the sultry voice of Amy Winehouse lulls her to sleep.
In the driver’s seat is Santana Lopez, the proud owner of the vehicle who never lets anyone else drive her baby except under Extreme Circumstances. She was another hunter’s kid; Quinn had met a year or so after she started hunting with her mom. The two of them hadn’t gotten along at first; where Quinn was quiet and resourceful, Santana was loud and rash. But they eventually put aside their differences and found they made a pretty good team. After Quinn’s mother died, the two of them started hunting together full time.
Spralwed across the back seat is Brittany S. Pierce, a dance teacher that had nearly been sacrificed back when Lillith was breaking seals. Quinn and Santana rescued her just in time and, eyes opened to the existence of the supernatural, decided to join them on their neverending journey of saving people, hunting things. Brittany was a strange one, alright. At first glance she seemed aloof and air-headed, but beneath her ditzy exterior was a fighter, strong and smart to boot. She was a quick learner, able to keep up with Quinn and Santana in no time, and anyone who knew her would never doubt her prowess as a hunter. But Brittany was more than that; she was selfless and good and empathic beyond compare. If Quinn was the brains and Santana was the brawn, then Brittany was the heart of their little hunting crew.
The three of them had built up quite the reputation amongst the hunting community. They weren’t the Winchesters—who seemingly started and stopped apocalypses once a year—but they were pretty damn good at their jobs. They’d earned themselves the nickname The Unholy Trinity, which Santana touted with pride even though Quinn thought it a little flashy.
A bump in the road jostles the car and shakes Quinn out of her reverie. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Santana take a hand off the steering wheel, gently brushing against Brittany’s leg as she grabs a water bottle from the back. It’s a subtle gesture, but significant nonetheless. Quinn knows there’s something between the two, though they never talk about it. But it’s there, and Quinn’s taken to sleeping in her own motel room to give them privacy. She doesn’t mind though; they’re her best friends, and she’s just happy they’re happy.
Sometimes Quinn feels a pang of loss, like when Santana smiles that smile she reserves only for Brittany, and she wonders if maybe she’s missing out on something great. She’ll go through the contacts in her phone, finger hovering above the call button as she stares at the name Rachel, but she never dials. Rachel was an aspiring actress they’d met while on a hunt in New York. She was bright and beautiful, a whirlwind of passion and energy and Quinn couldn’t help but fall for her. But Rachel had dreams and ambitions, wanted more than the life Quinn could offer her on the road. So she never calls, content to know that Rachel is happy and safe without her.
But even if at times she feels lonely, Quinn knows she’s never alone. Santana and Brittany are her family, her sisters-in-arms, and though her life is often tinged with darkness, with them there’s nothing but light.
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“He’s like a brother and I love him … We understand each other, even if we look at each other in silence. He sweats a lot and I’m like a mother worried he’ll get sick so I wipe his sweat with a towel I carry around on set. He also eats a lot and usually they close the food area during certain times of the day and sometimes I have my leftovers and I give it to him. I have his back like he has mine. I just wish he was shorter.”-
Jensen Ackles on Jared Padalecki
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