-Alexis should’ve been in the bottom she literally wore her entrance look
-Sasha should’ve won the challenge her outfits were AMAZING as well as the performance
-they didn’t lipsync to a KESHA SONG WTF
The ugly nightgown/dresses. Sasha’s smile. Eureka’s glasses. Eureka in general. Alexis’ face. Trinity’s giant wig. Farrah being almost completely hidden by Trinity’s giant wig. The carpet. Shea loitering against the back wall being partially hidden by Eureka’s giant wig.
(No one’s sick of the “Everyone Lives” au right?”)
When Baze’s eyes opened all he saw was white. He thought for a moment that he must have been dead. He had become one with the Force, and all was white. That was right before the pain hit. It started in his chest and worked its way out as he gained awareness of himself. If this was the afterlife he had been very misled. He moved his arm and groaned. Suddenly there was a voice, “Baze!” and then a dark headed shadow entered his view. He blinked and focused on the face of Jyn hovering over him. Her face split into a grin. ‘You’re awake!“ she said brightly. Baze just blinked up at her, his brain still not kicking in.
"Little sister…” Baze muttered and blinked. “Where…”
“We’re on a medical ship,” Jyn said, letting out a breath. “You’ve been asleep for three days… we were evacuated right before…” Jyn’s voice dropped off and she swallowed hard. “We’ve… been taking shifts to wait with you…” Jyn said quietly.
Baze’s eyes widened as memory suddenly came to him, and he tried to sit up. He felt Jyn’s hands on his chest, pushing him back, but he easily moved past, ignoring the sudden flare of pain. “Chirrut,” he said. “Where is Chirrut?”
Jyn let out a breath and she stood up. “Baze, you have to lay down…”
“Where is he?” Baze roared at her, causing her to jump back, swallowing.
She held up her hands in a defensive position and then reached over, touching his arm.
“Let’s go see him,” Jyn said, trying to give him a smile. Baze let out a breath and nodded, trying to relax and failing.
Jyn led him away, and Baze looked down at himself as he walked. He was in all white hospital clothes. Bandages restricted his movement in his arms and legs, and he could feel a bandage around his chest too. He’d have to ask where his robes and weapons were.
Jyn walked into another room, and Baze’s heart jumped into his throat. The room was filled with tanks, wall to wall, and all of them were occupied. The bacta baths they were in cast a cool blue light around the room, and in the one closest, was Chirrut. Baze would have recognized him anywhere, despite the breathing tube obscuring his face. Baze swallowed and moved over, touching the tank closest to Chirrut’s hand. “Is he…”
“He’s alive,” Jyn said quietly, swallowing. “He was dead when they found him… but then again, so were you, and you came back.”
Baze swallowed and nodded, eyes glued to Chirrut.
“He’s been here for three days too?”
“Yeah,” Jyn said. “We should get you back to bed…”
“No,” Baze said firmly. “I’m going to stay here.”
Jyn paused then nodded. “Alright…”
Baze listened as Jyn walked away, and he shifted to sit down, finally tearing his eyes away and sitting with his back to the tank. He put his head back on the tank. “We did it, Fool… now you just have to come back to me.”
It was another week before they pulled Chirrut out of the tank and put him in a bed. In that time six people in the other tanks died and were taken away, and Baze worried every day that each day would be their last. Baze was checked on every day by medical droids who insisted he go back to a bed to rest, but Baze refused, turning them away with a wave of his hand.
When they laid Chirrut on one of the beds, his breathing steady, and Baze pulled up a chair to the bed he nodded when the medical droids told him all they could do now was wait. Baze got settled in his chair. He could wait.
Over several days Baze watched the medical droids take care of Chirrut, how they moved his limbs and shifted him, how they cleaned him and redressed his wounds.
Baze questioned everything they did until he understood Chirrut’s treatment.
After the eighth day, the medical droids stopped coming.
On the twelfth day, Baze had been pushing Chirrut’s legs in and out and then he heard his name, a whisper barely heard. He looked up at Chirrurt’s face, but he looked the same as ever, mouth slightly slack and head always leaning to one side or the other. Baze let out a breath, and he tilted his head down and went back to his work when he heard it again.
When Baze’s head came up this time he saw Chirrut’s lips move, and Baze was up at his side in an instant. He caught Chirrut’s hand with his own as he lifted it, and Baze brought the hand to his lips, tears stinging his eyes.
“Baze?” Chirrut’s voice was quiet, and hoarse from lack of use. Something it had never experienced before.
“Medical ship,” Baze said quietly, letting Chirrut’s hand fall, but stubbornly refusing to let go.
“We did it?”
“We did it,” Baze said, biting his lip.
Chirrut nodded, but it was awkward and rigid. “Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m not hurt.”
“I am,” Chirrut tried to smile. He silent for a moment before he added, “and tired…”
Baze’s smile came easily to him, relief filling every muscle in his body. “You should rest, love, you need your strength.”
Chirrut let out a small chuckle, which was trying to be his full body laugh.
“You didn’t call me 'Fool’,” Chirrut teased.
Baze smiled and kissed Chirrut’s forehead. “You are living. Living is the least foolish thing you have ever done. Now rest.”
Chirrut chuckled again before he closed his eyes again, and drifted off to sleep.
Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Castiel, Hannah (Twin Sister), Alexis (Cross-Road demon), Chuck/God.
Length: 2953+ words
TW: Surprisingly, nothing? A broken soul. Mentions of torture. Alastair. Drunk!Dean. Sad!Dean.
A/N: SO MANY PEOPLE WANTED A PART 2!! I’m so glad you enjoyed the first part, and there are so many interests for a second part. I had such a hard time writing this, but it just all came to me last night when I couldn’t sleep. Feedback is encouraged!
Alexis glanced at the angel with her eyebrow raised. “What do you want?” she asked coldly.
“I’m looking for Y/N’s soul,” Castiel responded calmly.
Anger flashed through her black eyes before returning to its original colour. “You’re looking at it.”
Castiel turned his attention to the broken soul on the ground, the light emitting from it almost nonexistent.
“She’s been here a while,” Alexis told him.
“You are the crossroad demon that made a deal with her, correct?”
“I see. I will be right back.” The angel disappeared for a few minutes to break the news to her family, telling them that there was no hope on getting her back before returning with another man.
“Who the hell are you?” Alexis asked protectively, stepping forward in front of what was left of Y/N’s soul.
“My name is Chuck,” he answered. “Other known as, God.”
The demon scoffed, crossing her arms. “Yea, right.”
“It is true,” Castiel confirmed. “I’ve asked him if there is anything he could for Y/N.”
“She didn’t deserve that.” Alexis seemed to be more relaxed after the angel’s explanation. “She was too young to go.”
“You are very inclined to her,” Chuck stated.
“She reminded me of myself when I was human,” Alexis repeated softly. “I sold my soul for a shitty boyfriend after he went off and killed himself driving drunk. After I saved him, he ran off with an ex-girlfriend.” The demon looked at the bloody wall where Y/N was usually chained. “I tried protecting her as best as I could here.”
The two men waited for her to elaborate, knowing that there was so much more she wanted- no, needed to say.
“I made a deal with Alastair. Every 10 years, I would take her place for a year, and she would do my cross-road biddings. She didn’t deserve to be tortured for so long.” If she could, the two men were sure that Alexis would have been in tears by now.
There was a brief moment of silence before it was interrupted by Chuck.
“Thank you,” he said. “You’ve been kinder to her than I have, it seems. As a token of my gratitude for being so kind, I would like to extend an offer.”
“I think I’ve made enough deals don’t you think?” Alexis asked with laugh.
“I think you’re gonna like this one,” Chuck bantered back. “There’s no catch. I want your soul to move on.”
“Move on? As in, I won’t be a demon anymore?”
“Yes. You can pass to your heaven now.”
“You’re kidding?!” Alexis’s jaw dropped. This was not the deal she was expecting after being a demon for so long.
“I am not. It’s the least I can do.”
Her attention went back to Y/N’s soul, looking at it sadly. “What will happen to her?”