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What a Season 6 Renewal Means For Arrow
Of all the shows The CW renewed today during their presentation at the Television Critics [...]


Of course this is not remotely a surprise, but it’s nice to have it announced earlier.  The Flash, Supergirl and Legends of Tomorrow were also renewed. LOT was on the bubble, but given that it’s part of the DC four night line up, and that the CW doesn’t give a flying flip about ratings, I wasn’t that worried.

Normally, I’m not a huge fan of comicbook.com articles, but this one peeked my interest. Here’s why:

“The series will also likely have a new face when it returns in season 6; the members of the original Team Arrow have been scattered to the four winds this season, but seem to be playing a bigger and bigger role as the season wears on. Meanwhile, the new recruits will likely not be all gone when the show returns next season.”

So, the good news is it sounds like Original Team Arrow will be getting an increased focus as the season continues. Hallelujah. However, THIS is what really had me interested:

“Meanwhile, the new recruits will likely not be all gone when the show returns next season.”

I think I’ve theorized about this before, but I can’t remember which post. Either way, I’ll just theorize again. The sudden influx of new cast members has been… odd. Don’t get me wrong. Arrow always introduces new characters - that’s just part of the show. But normally it’s only one or two at a time, especially in terms of the team. The introduction of Rory, Wild Dog, Evelyn and Curtis has been a major focus of 5A. Such a large focus that three original Arrow cast members have been benched to make room: Felicity, Thea and Lance. There’s also Billy, Susan, the new DA Adrian Chase and, of course, Prometheus. That’s a lot of additions.

My theory (that I can’t remember where I posted before) is… I wonder if this is like Grey’s Anatomy Season 6? 

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We’ll Always Have the Moon

Sam x Reader

This fic goes out to all the friends who don’t have the opportunity to see each other everyday. I had this idea one night with drunk and talking to my now best friends, @demondean-for-kingofhell and @holywaterbucketchallenge. I was weepy because they live so far from me and I’ve yet to have the opportunity to hang out with them in real life.

I realized that whether you live down the street from your best friend, or 2 time zones away, distance is nothing. The bond you have with someone can be some much stronger then something as insignificant as distance.

Shout out to all the others I’ve met on Tumblr, and will probably never meet in person: @busybee612 (my Editor Queen) @justanotherdeangirl25 @pulgapelayo18 @thefallenisredeemed @kittenofdoomage @oriona75 @supernaturalgeekygal @deanwinchester-af @d-s-winchester @balthazars-muse @bookshido @beriala @sexyashmike @mrswhozeewhatsis @ariminiria @callmeshifty @blushingsamgirl @19lynda81

Originally posted by hunterchesters

“Momma! Isn’t the moon SO big tonight?”

“Yes,” she sighed with a sad smile. She looked on as her son snuggled into his bed, getting ready for a good night’s sleep. She smiled wide and tucked him in; able to forget herself momentarily. After kissing him goodnight and flipping his ‘Paw Patrol’ nightlight on, she snuck out of his room, and headed downstairs.

Being wide awake, she poured herself a soothing cup of coffee, and headed for the porch swing on her deck. The night air was bitter as she pulled her worn sweater closer to her body. Getting comfy on the swing, she began to sip her coffee, feeling the warmth spread through her body.

There was no where else her eyes could wander, they were drawn to the glorious moon that hung triumphantly in the dark sky above. It was ridiculously clear tonight as the stars shone brilliantly, only making the moon stick out even more.

It was nights like this that she thought of him. Nights like this where was wondered if he even remembered her. But as soon as she’d see the brightness in the sky, her anxieties were suppressed, and her heart was settled. As long as the moon hung in the sky, she knew Sam was okay.

Sam had once meant the absolute world to her and her son.

Being from the world they were, there was nothing normal about their relationship, nor how it started.

Y/N would never actually call herself a “hunter”. Although she would lend a hand to the Winchesters whenever they needed, when it came to the fight against evil, she prided herself to be the brains of the outfit. She was wicked smart, always knowing exactly what section of the library to head to.

Spending so much time with the Winchesters over the years, it was inevitable that Y/N developed some sort of bond with the two men. Dean was always the brother she’d never had, but Sam was more. There was always something more to the simple shoulder pat, or reassuring smile the long haired hunter would send her way.

Although there was an obvious attraction there, the timing was never right. There was never the perfect opportunity. They were never in the same place, emotionally. It was very frustrating to Dean and Cas as they watched Y/N and Sam dance around each other.

When Sam was ready to take the leap, and pursue Y/N, she wasn’t interested in dating anyone. Once Y/N realized she really cared about Sam, he was off shacking up with a cute veterinarian.

Looking back, it was kinda funny to watch; their relationship being something out of a romantic comedy. Well one that included blood, monsters, and more blood.

It wasn’t until one night, Y/N called Sam, clearly upset, that the dynamic between the two clueless adults changed.

Sam’s fists curled in such anger, as he brooded silently, listening to Y/N retell the story of her evening.

Jonathan was everything Sam wasn’t. That’s probably why she was drawn to him. Hoping to forget Sam. It didn’t matter how shitty Jonathan was to her, or how she would never admit how unhappy she was, she’d never leave him. He was a welcome distraction from what she really wanted.

Being the deadbeat roaming hunter he was, at the mention of “pregnant” and “it’s yours”, Jonathan was out of there faster than you could imagine.

The father’s absence left Y/N alone to bear and raise a child all on her own. She wasn’t scared; hell, she’d battled the scariest things this world, and others, had to offer.

Being a single mom was no biggie. Sam thought otherwise.

“Y/N, don’t be stupid. There’s no way you can have this kid. Do you realize what you do for a living?” he chided.Y/N turned on him, finally letting the tears flow. Everything that happened was bad enough, but having her best friend scold her like a child, was the straw the broke the camel’s back. “Yes, Sam. I am fully aware of what I do for a living!” she spat.

The majority of Sam’s anger and frustration melted when he looked into her eyes. She was scared, and whether she would admit it or not, she wasn’t sure she could do it alone. His body visibly relaxed as his shoulders slumped, and he took a deep breath. He ran his hand over his face before he closed the gap between the two of them. The flood gates completely broke as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into the reassurance of his embrace.

She shook as he pulled her even closer, squeezing her to steady her trembling body. “You don’t have to do this alone. You won’t do this alone,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. It absolutely killed him to see Y/N hurt like this, and as her ‘best friend’, he would do anything to take away the hurt. Even if that meant fathering a child that wasn’t even his.

He was there for every bit of the next  months; from doctor’s appointments, cravings, hormones, and horniness. Y/N marveled at how he stepped in to take care of her and her child. His support and kindness erased every thought of Jonathan and how he got off easy. The hatred and bitterness she had towards her ex soon evaporated as an even more worthy father figure stepped into her child’s life.

Y/N and Sam finally had the relationship they had both wanted for so long. Finally the timing seemed right, and finally they were both in the same place in both their lives. Baby or not, Y/N and Sam both fell into an easy relationship. Who knew it would be an unplanned pregnancy that would bring them together?

Several years down the road, Y/N and Sam found themselves taking their son to his favorite park one summer evening.

“Daddy!” Ryan screeched.

Sam smiled as he watched his rambunctious “son” sprint to the tall slide on the playground. Tonight his heart was full and warm as he spent time with his family. He hadn’t felt this good in a while, but who was he to question the good mood. He jogged just a couple steps to catch up with Y/N as she carried the blanket to the stretch of grass just next to the playground. As soon as he reached her side, he grabbed her hand. Her hand was cold, making his heart slightly jump. She always used to be so warm. Since when was her skin so cold?

Y/N’s heart leapt into her throat as she felt Sam’s massive hand wind with hers. She was shocked to say the least. It had been so long since Sam had shown her any physical affection; the simple gesture of holding hands seemed taboo. Almost too intimate.

In an instant she felt the love she knew he had for her. She reveled in the spark he always seemed to send through her. As soon as his fingers entangled with hers, her body reacted. She squeezed his hand gently, walking the rest of the way to their usual spot on the grass.

Y/N and Sam watched as Ryan kept himself busy on the various pieces of play equipment. He was strong like Sam, and as Sam liked to point out, loud like Y/N.

The evening wore on, the sun eventually setting. Ryan was too caught up in his game of make believe to leave the monkey bars to join his parents on the blanket.

Eventually Sam laid back, pulling Y/N down with him. She giggled as his arms easily wrapped around her pulling her close. “Mm. Nice night, huh?” he lazily commented, gazing up at the stars.

Y/N nodded into his shirt, absorbing every bit of him. It had been so long since he felt so close to him. She missed him so much. She missed her best friend.

“Wow!” he exclaimed, raising his arm to point. “Look at that moon!”

Y/N reluctantly turned her head to look into the sky. “Full Moon,” she murmured, turning her head back into his shirt.

“You know what that means?” he asked. “The weirdos are out.” he added with a chuckle.

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle too as his laugh shook in his chest, sending vibrations through her. “That means us, Sam. We’re the weirdos.” she kidded.

Just then a breeze picked up around them, sending goosebumps all over her exposed skin. As if the wind carried the lightness away from the moment, a new heaviness fell over the couple.

“Ya know, Sam,” Y/N started keeping her voice low so it wouldn’t carry over to Ryan, “no matter what, as long as we’re both happy, I’m okay with that.”

Her statement was simple, and he knew exactly what she meant. Although on the surface everything seemed so peachy keen, soon things began to fray at the edges. Both Y/N and Sam saw the forming tension, but both opted to say nothing, not wanting to rock the boat.

“As long as we’re under the same moon…” he agreed adding to her declaration.

Y/N smiled despite her heart falling into her stomach. The two remained tight in each other’s embrace for several more minutes before Ryan interrupted them saying he was ready to go home.

The next couple years seemed to drag as it was filled with more tension, tears, and fights than happy feelings. It all grew to be too much. The relationship they had, finally came to a head one night after Sam got back with Dean after a long “business trip” to take care of a couple skin walkers.

It seemed to play out in slow motion as they fought and argued. Dean knew the warning signs and acted before it was too late; taking Ryan out for ice cream.

“I can’t do this anymore, Sam,” Y/N confessed as the tears stained her cheeks. She began moving around the room gathering her things into a large duffle.

Once he realized what she was doing he grabbed her wrist stopping her, and pulling her attention to him. “Y/N, what are you doing?” he asked, his heart seeming to stop.

“I’m taking Ryan and were leaving. I can’t do this any more. The fighting, the arguing. It’s too much and I don’t want Ryan around it any more,” she choked, pulling from his grasp to continue packing.

He struggled to find words as she zoomed around the room scooping up a toy here, and a shirt there. “You can’t,” he sputtered.

Y/N stopped in her tracks, and slowly turned to face him, finally meeting his eyeline. Her heart shattering even more as she looked at the hurt reflected in his glossed over eyes. “Sam, yes I can,” she began softly, “we can’t keep lying to each other. We’ve been so set on staying together because ‘it’s what was right’.” She moved forward, closing the space between them. She cautiously lifted her arms to rest on his shoulder, and when he didn’t move away, she moved even further into him. Automatically his hands moved to hold her hips as he looked down into her eyes.

“I know you only stepped up to the plate because you were protecting me. You did it because you thought it was the right thing to do,” she rushed the words out, knowing he would argue. On cue he opened his mouth to rebut, but she stopped him by pulling him closer as she encircled her arms around him. She squeezed and once she knew she could continue, she pulled away. “Sam, I will never be able to thank you for what you’ve done for Ryan and I. Truth be told-” a new sob surfaced, but she was quick to regain her composure. “Truth be told, Sam, you will always be Ryan’s father.”

At the mention of Y/N’s son, a welcome smiled appeared on his lips. There was no denying Sam loved Ryan. Y/N was right, Ryan was and always will be Sam’s son and Dean’s nephew.

“But Sam, we need to leave. This isn’t going to work for any of us. It was doomed from the start.”

Sam could swear he could hear his heart begins to shatter as Y/N spoke.

“I love you, Sam. You’re my best friend and my hero. But I think it’s best for all of us, if Ryan and I left,” she said with a sad smile. “I think it would be wise to part ways. Permanently,” she whispered. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see his reaction. She was surprised when he heaved a sigh, and then pulled her back into his chest.“

I think you’re right. Ry doesn’t need the fighting and the arguing. I especially don’t want him around the hunting life. Take him away from here, Y/N.” He hated himself for saying it, but he knew it was the truth. Finally the tears spilled over his lids, streaking down his face. “As much as it kills me to let you go, Y/N, it’s what’s best,” he choked as he now began to sob.

Y/N held him close as she stood a bit taller. Although she was dying on the inside, she needed to be strong for Sam and for Ryan.

In no time, Y/N had her and her son’s possessions packed, and was loading her car. Dean watched wordlessly as Sam scooped a sleeping Ryan from the Impala, turning to place him in Y/N’s car. Y/N wanted with everything to scream and let the tears flow as she watched Sam kiss Ryan goodbye. He whispered into his hair as a new sob shook him, sending a tear falling unto his son’s head. Y/N turned and simply kissed Dean’s cheek as he looked at Y/N for some sort of explanation as to what the hell was happening.

With Ryan’s door shut, Y/N looked at her best friend one last time. She nodded her head, and reached for the door handle. In the blink of an eyes, Sam had her spun around, and back crushed against his chest. He barely held it together as he kissed the top of her head and let her go once and for all. Not looking into Y/N’s eyes, he reached behind her and opened the door. She slowly got in, looking at him, searching for his gaze. It took a moment, but finally he looked into her eyes and she was surprised when she was met with a smile.

“We’ll always have the moon, right?” he chuckled darkly. It took just a split second before her to catch on, but once she got it a smile spread on her lips.

She sniffed, nodding. “Yes, definitely. Always.”

He eventually shut the door and stepped away from the car. Sam and Dean watched as Y/N sped off to start a new life. Without them.

“Sam!?” Dean called, shaking Sam from his haze. It had been God knows how long since that night, but he could still remember it so vividly. Sometimes his imagination took a wild turn when he started to wonder if Y/N and Ryan even remembered him.

“You okay?” Dean prodded when he was able to get his brother’s attention but was only met with his silence.

Sam simply nodded as he set his sights back out the car window. He watched the blurred scenery whizz by as brother barreled down the lone desert highway. Suddenly from behind the mountain, the bright glowing moon made an appearance. At the sight of it, Sam’s heart sped up and smile crept on his face.

The moon.

“Bright moon tonight,” Sam commented.

Dean bent to look at the orb in the sky and shrugged at its normalcy.

The moon was all Sam needed. It was all the reassurance he needed, knowing that as long as the moon was in the sky, Y/N and his son were okay.

Happy birthday to Christopher George Latore Wallace (May 21, 1972 - March 9, 1997), otherwise known as Biggie Smalls, Big Poppa, Frank White, and the Notorious B.I.G. He would have been 42 years old today, but he touched more lives at the age of 24 than most will their entire lives. 

I hope the Heart of Brooklyn and King of New York continues to rest in peace.