cabin raids

Movie Night

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader (Y/N), Castiel (mentioned)

Pairing: Dean/reader

Warnings: Implied smut, scary big ass spider, swearing, guardians of the galaxy talk (no real spoilers though), fluffiness,

Word count: 3400ish

A/N: This is my first 3 for 3 one shot (yes we will be doing this again) You guys voted for a character, title and pick up line. So here it is. I will be tagging the ones that voted of anon and few others that might be interested at the end


You should have known better than to get your hopes up. You clutched the phone in your hand as you tried to fight back the tears. You didn’t know why you were getting so upset. It was just some random guy and he hadn’t even been that hot. Well he hadn’t been bad looking but living with the Winchesters for the past year had kinda given you an entirely new definition of the word hot!

The Winchesters! That was another thing! You had been so excited for this date. For a chance of some normalcy you had paraded around the bunker all dressed up for the past hour just to annoy them. Sam had just laughed at you but your strategy had seemed to work on the older Winchester. And now… You hadn’t even made it out of the garage and the guy calls you he is stuck at work and had to cancel. It was humiliation!

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From Z to A: EzrA wears the hood!

I’ve got to admit, I never really thought it was his style.

Well, turns out I was wrong.

After looking deeper into the Ravenswood Lair and noticing more connections, I can say with certainty:

EzrA has worn the hood.

Take a look at this…

Here’s a shot from Ezra’s cabin hideout, where he moved most of the stuff from the Ravenswood Lair. (I’ve already covered that in a previous post.)

What you need to pay attention to here is the office chair. Notice the aluminum frame, particularly the horizontal bar across the back. Also notice the way the leather rolls back over the top, and the thick back cushion.



But that’s not all.

At the top left of the frame, you can see the poster from the Ravenswood Halloween event. Also notice the photo of Wilden, top right. The blue folder on the left side of the desk, and the rolled maps on the right side of the desk.

The same stuff can be seen in Ezra’s Ravenswood Lair, and later in his home apartment.

To the far right, there’s Wilden’s picture. And just to the left of it, draped over the pillow is the Ravenswood Halloween poster

There’s the blue folder on Ezra’s desk at school…

And again, the blue folder

Prescription pads from Dr. Wren Kingston. Fake, stolen, or donated? This is an important question. Unfortunately, we don’t know.

EzrA plants one of these pads in Spencer’s bag to make her lose credibility as she’s finding more evidence against him.

And this can of red spray paint from the Ravenswood Lair was used for…

Oh yes, EzrA vandalizes too!

Thought he was too mature for that type of behavior, did ya? Think again.

This stunt was intended to scare Shana away. Consider that. The plot thickens and the power plays just keep getting more fascinating!

An apple for teacher? I think this one is actually Mona. She was working for Ezra at the time, but the details of their working relationship were never revealed.

What we see here are some hacks to restore the factory settings on Emily’s car.

The car engine had mysteriously gone dead as the girls were en route to the Busy Bee Inn. Not so coincidentally, they broke down within walking distance of Ezra’s cabin.

The cabin was then raided by two black hoodies – Ezra and Mona, who stole Alison’s silver diary.

I just want to point out the film (Dark Passage) once more because seeing Humphrey Bogart with his face in bandages seems even more relevant after the burn unit scenes in 5x21.

Check out the post linked below which points out that the guy in bandages is wearing shoes identical to a pair Ezra owns! Good chance Ezra is the mummy!

How crazy is that?

Here’s my first post about the Ravenswood Lair

Thanks to rosewoodspy for the post that prompted me further along this path:

Also thanks to caytebeth for pointing out Ezra’s shoes:


Niko was hunting in the north-side of the woods when he saw walkers approaching, at least forty of them. Hastily, he clambered up a tree, pulling the hood of his green coat up over his head, trying to blend in to the dark green leaves of the tree. He held his breath, one noise and he’d be stuck up this tree, having to wait till the walkers managed to uproot the tree or for him to starve. Walkers obliviously went past the tree, carrying on towards the second cabin he’d raided last week. Once all the walkers had staggered past, Niko silently but quickly climbed down back to the forest floor.

That’s when he heard the first scream. Piercing the air, a girl’s voice, shouting for someone’s help, he couldn’t quite hear who she was asking for but he ran towards the screams. Pulling an arrow from his sheath, he jumped over a stray log, loading his bow. In front of the cabin he saw a young woman with blonde hair, wielding a kitchen knife, desperately trying to fight off the walkers. Niko shot his first arrow, killing the walker that had just grabbed the girl’s necklace. He ran to her side, grabbing a knife from his pocket burying it in the next walker. Pushing the girl behind him protectively he kicked a walker in the stomach causing it to topple over on to another walker.

They had a short time window to escape through a small gap in the group of walkers. Grabbing the girls arm he told her to run and that he’d be right behind her. Shooting down another walker he too ran, his hood still falling across his forehead.

One week at camp, our cabin kept being raided by raccoons - they were coming through the doorway and snuffling around our bunks. Some of my kids found this really unsettling, and it was starting to get on my nerves - sleep was precious, dammit, and they were getting bolder. So, one night, I decided to give them a taste of their own medicine. I chased them out of the cabin, off the porch, and into the woods, throwing pieces of bark at them and shouting. I was maybe twenty yards into the woods before I stopped, ‘cause when I looked around, I saw dozens of eyes reflected back at me from every direction, including above. They had stopped retreating. I had reached their lair, and they all began to growl and hiss menacingly.

I decided I did not want to end up on the cover of a Men’s Life magazine under a tagline like “RACCOONS RIPPED MY FLESH”, or with rabies, so I got the fuck out of there.