lucifers pit

So y’all wondering if Episode Six wouldn’t leave you an emotional mess right?

Well YOU’RE DEAD WRONG! 

This episode has been a rollercoaster ride of emotions from the very start to the very end. So for those of you who haven’t watched the newest episode of Lucifer yet, you can turn back here now and try to prepare yourselves for what’s to come. Although no amount of preparation would help you to be honest. 

So let’s start from the top shall we?

Not even one minute in and you’re already seeing Lucifer getting drunk and flirting aggressively and just going on a downward spiral of despair and anguish and it’s really painful to watch. 

Messed up Lucifer who looks like Hell as Chloe quoted is too much and hurts you because you’re seeing him in a way punishing himself and grieving too by the drinking, the eating of too much junk food, being downright aggressive but also being super calm which is really frightening cause you know he is super angry mostly at himself and you don’t know what he is going to do. WHICH LEADS ME TO GETTING THE SHOCK OF MY LIFE WHEN HE PUNCHES DAN IN THE FACE. And then him at his club after getting the boot from Chloe and just trying to play the piano in his emotional state but ending it abruptly and breaking down for a moment to angrily chase away the guests in his club. 

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But let’s talk about Amenadiel cause he is suffering too. He is grieving. And Charlotte aka Mom takes advantage of that which I am hella mad about. And you get to see where Lucifer had actually buried Uriel. At first, I was like what is so significant about that tree. But it wasn’t the tree oh no. It was under the tree. URIEL’S GRAVE WAS UNDER THAT TREE AND TO KNOW THAT LUCIFER BURIED HIS LITTLE BRO WITH HIS OWN TWO HANDS HURTS ME. ESPECIALLY WHEN AMENADIEL BREAKS DOWN UPON SEEING IT AND LUCIFER HALLUCINATING FOR A MOMENT SEEING URIEL.

And then he goes after the shooter and cries out for him to be shot and his little angry conversation with the shooter and how Chloe sees through it and figures out he wants to punish himself and then pleading to him to talk to her but he just rejects her and shuts her out because how could he possibly just tell her that he killed his brother, an angel, to protect her when she doesn’t even believe him now. 

ALSO DID ANYONE NOTICE THE CATCH IN CHLOE’S VOICE WHEN SHE LEFT HIM AFTER THEY CAUGHT THE SHOOTER?

Overall there were cute moments like Mazikeen being accepted demon face and all by Trixie and you could see how happy and relieved she was. And Maze intimidating the guy to give Trixie more candy and money included!? And then these two just cuddling up together on the couch. That soothed my heart for a bit.

AND THEN THIS EPISODE WENT STRAIGHT FOR THE JUGULAR. Lucifer FREAKING reveals himself to Linda. I am still in shock and still cannot believe that just happened but it did. 

But instead of being accepted at first glance, Linda was completely shook and all this after she told Lucifer to be honest with her. He looked so hopeful and so happy for a second thinking that she would still accept him after everything but NOPE. HIS WORLD JUST CAME CRASHING DOWN.

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GIVE THE POOR MAN A HUG.

WHICH LEADS TO THE PROMO WHICH IS JUST AS PAINFUL AS TONIGHT’S EPISODE. 

Originally posted by samisoffthewall

Home Sweet Home

Originally posted by 6nipplesisanormalamount

Pairing: husband!Dean x wife!Reader
Word count: 567

Part 10 of Welcome to the Family


Sammy said yes to Lucifer. Every moment that Lucifer wore him, you worried. Worried not only for your Sammy, but that Lucifer would let out your dirty little secret.

You watched in horror, tears streaming down your face, screaming, as Sammy went into the pit. With Lucifer, Adam, and Michael. It felt like a part of you had been ripped out.

Dean got you through. You loved Dean, you married him for a reason, but you loved Sam, too. They were so alike, yet so different. The first few days, you were both zombies, leaning on each other. Life slowly returned to you, turning to rage, and pain. Which you both took out on each other between the sheets.

Sam walked back into your life, something was different, but he was back. The first time you were with him again, it was fast, hard, and primal. He took you against a wall, legs around his waist, hand over your mouth. Dean was sleeping in just the other room, and he was slamming into you so hard you wanted to scream out in pleasure.

Then you found out that he was soulless. It made so much sense. Things clicked into place like a puzzle.

When he got his soul back, worry crept back in. Hearing what him remembering Hell could do made you sick to your stomach. Being a Winchester, he made it through.

Problems, chaos, and pain were hurled at the three of you. Cas, Bobby, and others here and there along the way for the bumpy ride.

Now, 6 years after you became a Winchester, you had a home: the bunker.

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If they open the pit...

- MICHAEL AND LUCIFER ARGUING/FIGHTING BUT GABRIEL INTERVENES AND TELLS THEM TO STOP BECAUSE HE’S SO DONE WITH THE FIGHTING
- CHUCK JUST SUDDENLY APPEARING ALL HOLY AND GOD LIKE AND JUST SAYING SOMETHING SIMPLE LIKE ‘We need to kill my sister’ EVEN THOUGH HE DOESNT WANT TO KILL HER
- GOD AND ALL OF THE ARCHANGELS WORKING TOGETHER, LUCIFER RELUCTANTLY DOING SO JUST SO HE CAN GET THE DARKNESS OUT OF THE WAY
- LUCIFER MEETING CROWLEY AND SETTING HIM STRAIGHT. LUCIFER IS THE KING OF HELL
- LUCIFER APOLOGISING TO GABRIEL FOR KILLING HIM (I CAN DREAM SHUT UP)
-GABRIEL MAKING STUPID JOKES ABOUT THE DARKNESS AND MICHAEL JUST BEING SO DONE WITH HIS SHIT AND TELLING HIM THAT THIS IS SERIOUS -GABRIEL THREATNING RAPHAEL IN CASE HE HURTS CAS
- CHUCK AND CAS MEETING WITH CAS KNOWING HE IS GOD
- RAPHAEL TRYING TO ARGUE WITH LUCIFER AND GETTING SHUT THE FUCK DOWN
- THE DARKNESS VS GOD AND THE ARCHANGELS BATTLE
- ONE OF THEM (PROBABLY GABRIEL BECAUSE HE’S THE YOUNGEST) GETS HURT AND THE OTHERS ARE CONCERNED BIG BROTHERS
- CUTE ARCHANGEL BROS AND CUTE DADDY GOD
- GOD/AMARA INTERRACTIONS
- OH MY GOD I NEARLY FORGOT ADAM. ADAM COMES OUT OF THE PIT, MICHAEL LEAVES HIS BODY AND HE’S MAD AF. LET HIM ARGUE WITH SAM AND DEAN. THEY DESERVE IT FOR LEAVING HIM IN THERE FOR SO FUCKING LONG

I FUCKING BEG OF YOU PLEASE LET SOME OF THESE THINGS HAPPEN

Ultimate Vessel Pt. 4

Prompt: The recent memory wipe is going to bring trouble… but for who?

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: small mention of blood

Words: 1100

Part 4 upon request

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You were scared, terrified. You had no idea where you were or who was standing in front of you. And, when he pressed two fingers to your forehead, you flinched away and was confused at his concerned expression, or was it just as confused as you? You didn’t know.

“Y/N?”

The birds chirped as you stared at each other, concern crossing his features as confusion ate at yours.

“Who’s Y/N?”

The man in front of you pursed his lips as he squinted his eyes at you and tilted his head. He was concentrating, but on what, you didn’t know. You turned to look at the train tracks, but almost immediately as you did, the train tracks were gone, along with the breeze of fresh air and chirping birds.

The room was messy, books laid out all over the place, and you could hear dishes clinking against together in the other room - probably somebody washing them - and the blue-eyed man from earlier watched you as your heart began racing, your breathing becoming heavy.

You were terrified.

You took a step forward, but as soon as you did, the clanking dishes went silent.

As you turned around, you were face to face with an older man, the barrel of a gun pointed directly at your heart, but when you met the older man’s eyes, his breath hitched in his throat and his eyes glossed with tears that wanted to pool out. Confusion ripped at you as he placed his gun down - his only protection against you - and walked across the room to bring you into the biggest hug you’ve ever felt. Then again, you don’t remember your last hug.

Nobody was telling you anything. You were beyond scared and, as you pulled away from the older man’s tight hug, a wave of fury washed over you at the lack of explanation. The older man’s brows furrowed and he glanced at the blue-eyed man.

“Cas, what’s going on?”

Cas. You looked at the man known to the older man as Cas and he look at you, his blue eyes meeting directly into yours. He sighed and looked back at the older man, his mouth open ready to explain, but he seemed to not be able to get the words out. He looked… broken.

“Cas?”

“I pulled her out,” Cas explained in a small whisper. “Of Lucifer’s Cage, I pulled her out, but… not all of her escaped.”

“What do you mean?” The older man’s eyes went wild as he looked at you, and you could see all the possibilities he could think of running through his head.

You clenched your fists tightly and your jaw mended together. This Cas guy was talking nonsense, and you knew it, but it seemed like the older man is believing all of it.

“Bobby, Y/N’s memory is completely wiped.” Cas looked tired, exhausted, as he slouched forward. “And I can’t bring it back.”

“Have you contacted Sam and Dean?” Bobby asked. You had moved from your spot in the messy library and sat on the couch near the window. You weren’t as interested into their conversation about before, but hearing Sam and Dean’s name, you paid more attention. “They should be here.”

Cas sighed. “I was going to, but they…” He sighed again and looked away. “They’re both out.”

“I know that,” Bobby said, “but they deserve to know that their sister is out of the Pit.”

Silence. You were tired, and sitting on the couch is making your eyelids fall heavy, but you refused to sleep. Why? Well, number one, you didn’t trust any of the people in the room - especially since they’re talking about you right in front of you, as if you’re not even there - and, number two, you didn’t want to not wake up. What if they killed you? You can fight, you were taught how to fight, and fighting is the easiest thing to remember. But you can’t find if you’re unconscious.

“I’ll call them,” Bobby said quietly, breaking the silence. “Tell them to get over here as quickly as possible. Surprise them, even. I won’t tell them what it is, just that it’s an emergency.” He glanced at you. “But they’re going to be just as heartbroken as we are.”

You watched the older man leave the room, leaving you with Cas, the blue eyed man that seemed to not be able to take his eyes off you, even when having a direct conversation with Bobby. “What?” It was the first word you had said since the train tracks, and that was hours ago.

“What do you remember?” he asked. “You seemed to pay more attention when we mentioned your brothers.”

“And I assume my brothers are Sam and Dean Winchester,” you stated. “And, with the name you’re calling me, I’m assuming my name is Y/N Winchester.”

He nodded, you huffed.

“Well, that’s not what I remember.” You crossed your leg over your other, leaning back into the couch and sighing.

He tilted his head. “We never mentioned their last names.” He stated it blandly, as if he were reading something for the fifth hundred time, and he leaned forward from his spot on top of the desk you didn’t notice until he sat there. “What do you remember?”


Sam sighed and looked at the familiar house, his hands tucking into his pockets as the chill air nipped at him. As he took a step forward, the roar of an engine made him smile and he looked over to see the Impala pull to a stop.

It wasn’t hard to convince Sam to come back for Bobby - all he had to do was tell him it’s an emergency and he said he was right there - but it took Bobby what felt like hours to convince Dean to come back to the house without a full on explanation. He thought it was going to be easy, seeing as Bobby needed him, but when he said he was out, he meant it.

Sam and Dean didn’t know what to expect as Dean got out of the Impala and joined Sam in front of the house, sharing small smiles with each other. Sam knew Dean was with Lisa, but Dean didn’t know what Sam had been doing.

“What do you think this is all about?” Sam asked, his voice hushed.

His brother shrugged and sighed. “If it’s something Bobby can’t handle, it must be big.” He was the first to step forward and walk up the steps, opening the door without even knocking.

But he heard something glass break in the other room and a pained grunt from Bobby. Sam ran past Dean, but he wasn’t too far behind.

They both stopped at the scene before them.

Bobby on the ground, holding his side, and you hovering above them, your right hand covered in blood, but whose blood was the question. You glanced at them, your eyes briefly meeting with both of theirs, before you left the room. They didn’t have time to react before hearing the door slam shut.

Sam looked around and, on the wall, noticed an angel sigil with a bloody handprint in the middle of it, telling him why Castiel wasn’t there. “Bobby?” Sam asked.

Bobby slowly stood up with Dean’s help and looked at Sam. “Yes.” He sighed. “That’s your sister.”

”Be Strong, Sammy.”

An old Samifer I had in my folder for months, if it isn’t older, probably more than a year. Just now could find time to finish it, and Chuck bless my muse lately to draw. -It will die soon, I just know it, and I still need to finish other works! Nghhh…-
This should be based after s5, my vision of Lucifer trying at the beginning to watch over Sam in the Cage, but the Cage overpowering him in the end, obviously Sam would end as just another victim. (Yes, I’m not even looking at seasons 6 and forward in this drawing, it’s based of the canon arc by Kripke, and the usual “What if down there in the pit, Lucifer did try to “protect” Sam, not being successful.”)
Chuck, I hate that cage… BTW, Lucifer’s wings in my mind are obviously damaged, frozen, and covered in ice. 

I would like to dedicate this to my Sammy, @encyclopedia0fweirdness <3
Soooooooo I’ll leave this here~

So I’m currently enrolled in college and have a Newspaper/Magazine production class. Recently we were asked to make a faux magazine cover based off of one that already exists. I chose Gentlemen’s Quarterly, or GQ for short.

I sat in class for about 20 minutes just trying to think of what I could do. Everyone around me was already working on theirs. It was driving me simply bonkers! At that point I decided to get up and walk around the room. As I walked I noticed that a lot of my classmates were doing geeky or fandom based themes. That’s when it hit me: Supernatural!

So here it is! I present to you my baby:
Hunter’s Monthly!

Let me explain why ALL FOUR of the archangels are needed to fight the darkness

Michael: His role was to be a LEADER. He was made to lead his three younger brothers against the darkness.

Lucifer: He is the LIGHTBRINGER. The exact fucking opposite of the darkness. I guarantee he was created specifically to defeat the darkness and that’s why he was god’s favourite

Raphael: He is the HEALER. So while they were fighting if any of them got hurt he was there able to help and heal his brothers and possibly his father too. He is also the most ruthless which would help in fighting the darkness.

Gabriel: His role was the MESSANGER. He’s a talker, as well know, and probably got along with all of his siblings and so was able to communicate with all of them during fighting, telling them what to do on gods behalf.

Michael: It was our responsibility to carry out our father’s word. Staying ‘neutral’ would not advocate for what we were designed to do. We were met to follow our father’s laws and not following those laws in any way makes any of us traitors.

Raphael: We were designed to dictate what was best for Heaven. Once the Winchesters cast Michael and Lucifer into the pit, we were no longer capable of following orders because we did not have a manuscript to follow. Restarting the Apocalypse seemed like the only rational choice and ‘neutral’ would have led Heaven into chaos.

Lucifer: You know what they say about people who don’t pick a side, don’t you? They are worse then the people who started the fighting because they just sit back and let it happen. 

Gabriel: Hold your horses there. I was on a side. I chose to side with humans and just because I didn’t stick to the whole ‘trash the world because we can’t have nice things’ gig didn’t mean I sat back and let it happen. I was stabbed for the friggin’ cause, okay? Sure, I was late to the rodeo, but I got right on top of that bull just like the rest of them. So think about that Mr. Lets-Invade-Russia-In-The-Winter.

Lucifer: Was that your attempt at comparing me to Hitler or Napoleon?

Gabriel: Yes.

Buried Sorrows - Part Two

Summary: The reader has been with Sam for some time now.  They’ve fallen in love and had quite a happy relationship.  That is until, something or someone gets in the way.  

Author’s Note:  Italics are flashbacks. Story takes place just after Sam jumps in the pit with Lucifer.  For the sake of the story, Dean didn’t go to Lisa or settle down with her and Ben at all.   Okay, this was my first request:  “Anonymous asked: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a supernatural fic which is like the vampire diaries in which reader meets Sam and falls in love with him but then develops feelings for Dean and then falls in love with Dean. You could make a series? Please? Thankyou.”  Hope you like the first installment!

Words: 1731

Part One


  At some point, I must have fallen asleep, tucked into the backseat of my car, because when I woke up to someone tapping on my window, I was disoriented and lost.

  “Sam?!” I yelled, unlocking the door, my eyes puffy and red and searing with pain.  As I pushed the door open and stumbled out, a hand reached down and helped bring me up to my feet. “Sam?” I asked again, hopeful.

  “Sorry, sweetheart, he isn’t here.  You know that, remember?” Dean’s voice said softly, as if he was speaking to an old lady with dementia.

  “Dean…Dean.  Right, sorry.  I know.  I just forgot. Sam’s….well, Sam’s gone,” I muttered, my head pounding as I noticed the sun just beginning to peak out over the horizon.  “Where were you?” I asked, patting down my pockets, looking for my cell phone.

  “Just a few hours away taking care of a demon.  We can head out back there this afternoon.  For now, let’s get you to a hotel.  Get some shut eye.  Maybe a shower, too.  You stink of booze.”  His tone was lightening.  “Can you drive?”

  I debated it for a moment.  I was nowhere near drunk but the pounding in my head made me think it wasn’t a good idea.  I opted to ere on the side of caution and walked over to Dean’s Impala, opening the passenger side door and climbing in.

  My window was already rolled down and I hung my head out of it, breathing in the fresh air. “What about your car?” Dean asked me.

  I looked over at it, trying to remember how much I use to love it. Looking at it now, all I could remember was Sam.

  ***

  “It’s the one you wanted, right?”  he asked me, a touch of doubt in his voice.

  “Sammy, it’s perfect!  How did you do this?  When?” I was overwhelmed. Nobody had ever done anything even close to this for me.

  “Dean and Bobby did most of it. I just handed them the tools and the beer.”

  “It’s beautiful,” I exclaimed, running my hands over the black glossy panels and taking in the dark purple racing stripe.

  “She’s all yours,” he said holding up a pair of keys.

  “He,” I corrected.  He looked at me with a confounded smile. “It’s a he. And his name is Lancelot.”

  Sam walked over to me, dropping the keys in my eagerly open palm.  “Did you look inside?”

  I ran to the driver’s side door, yanking it open.  There, on the seat, was a single pink lilly, my favorite.  I picked it up, bringing it up to my nose and inhaling its sweet, potent scent.   “You’re way too good to me,” I said, my face breaking into a giant smile.

  “Well, get in,” he urged.

 I stepped into the driver’s seat, quickly buckling up as Sam grabbed the shotgun seat.  I turned the key in the ignition, hearing the engine roar to life, and a giddy laughter escaped my lips.

  Sam’s eyes darted between my face and the rearview mirror.  I tilted my head at him, confused, as he slowly pointed to the mirror.  There, hanging from the rearview, was a necklace.  Silver with a small but beautifully elegant metallic star.  I reached for it, my mouth gaping open.  As I brought it closer to me, I could see that the star had more carvings around it making up a pristine and very pretty anti-possession charm.

  I handed it to Sam, turning my back to him and lifting my hair up, exposing my neck.  He took the hint, bringing the necklace in front of me and clasping it in the back as he kissed my shoulder.  “Anything to keep you safe,” he whispered.  I turned back around to look at him. “Happy Birthday, Y/N.”

  ***

  I glared at the car, knowing that the dried up lilly was still in the glovebox and the necklace still hung around my neck.  I grasped the keys in my hand.  “Just leave it,” I grimaced.  “I don’t want it anymore,”  I said bitterly as I threw the keys out the window.

  “You’re kidding, right?” Dean practically fumed in the driver’s seat.  I turned my head to face him, tears welling in my eyes.  Do you need to get your gear out of the trunk?”

  “There’s nothing in it,” I stated simply.

  “You’ve been driving alone, without any weapons?  Tell me you at least have a knife on you.  A gun.  Anything?”

  I stared at him, saying nothing, knowing my answer would just upset him.

  He clenched his jaw, tightening the muscles in his cheeks.  “What motel are you staying at?”  My expression didn’t change, nor did my silence.  “Y/N, where’s your stuff?  Your clothes?”  I emptied my pockets.  A coin purse full of cash, my cell phone, a charger and some lint.  Dean’s jaw clenched again.  So hard this time that I thought he may break it.  

  He put the car in gear and started driving, his jaw still angry, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel.  “New rules,” he yelled out in his gravely timbre. “You stay in a motel.  You don’t sleep in your backseat.  You keep a damn duffel with you.  I don’t care if I has clothes in it or not, but you damn well better have weapons, supplies.  Something!”  I rested my head against the door frame.  “You listening to me?”

  “Yeah, Dean. Yeah.  I hear you.”  I agreed, placating him as I turned to look at him.

  “Hey, I lost my brother, too.  That wasn’t just your boyfriend that jumped into the pit.  I get it, okay?  It blows.  But we keep going.  He’d never forgive himself if he saw you like this.”

  “It was just a bad night, Dean.  I’m good.”

  “Yeah, sure you are.  Look, from now on, you’re staying with me, alright?  End of discussion.”  

  I turned my face back out the window, feeling the sun on my face. “Okay, Dean.  Okay.”

  I closed my eyes, allowing myself to drift off to sleep.   Before long, we were pulling into the parking lot of a small motel.  Dean rested his hand on my shoulder, jostling me awake.  “Hey, come on. Let’s get you to your bed.”  I stood up, groggily and followed Dean into the front lobby.  He rang the small silver bell on the desk and moments later, a man with long blonde hair came to the desk.

  “It’s twenty-five by the hour.  Or sixty for the night.  That is, if you think you can last that long,” the kid leered at me before locking eyes with Dean.

 “Nice, chuckles.  We need a room for the night.  Two doubles.”

 “Naw, can’t do that for ya, man.  All I have is one room with a king.”

  “Perfect,” Dean said, exasperated.

  Dean signed the guest log and paid the fee for the night.  The cashier handed me the key and I started walking towards the room, more than ready to collapse into the bed. I unlocked the door, taking a step in and glancing around.  

  ***

  “Sam, come on.  I’m tired.  Let’s just take the room,” I whined.

  “There’s another motel a few miles away.  I don’t want us to have to share a room with Dean,” Sam tried to persuade me. It only succeeded in making me whinier.

  “Sammy,” I drew out the word as if I were a five-year-old.

  “Yeah, come on, Sammy,” Dean echoed. “Y/N doesn’t have a problem at all with sleeping with me,” he stepped up next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

  “Uh huh.  Yeah, we’re definitely going to need two rooms,” Sam looked back at the girl behind the counter.

  “No.  Absolutely not.  We’ll take the one room.  Two beds. I don’t care if it’s a bed and a pull out sofa.  We’ll take it,” I declared, slamming down a credit card and grabbing the keys.  I turned on my heal, walked away from the boys and headed for the room.

  I unlocked the door, making a bee line for the bed as I dropped my bag on the floor and laid down on the bed closest to the door.  I heard the boys walk in behind me, still arguing.

  “Oh come on, Sam.  It was a joke.  You’re an easy target.  Just get over it already,” Dean was attempting to calm Sam down.  

  “Sam, shut up,” I grumbled, my face burried in the pillow.  “I’m tired, it’s late, let’s just go to bed.  I don’t care where everyone sleeps, but I’m sleeping her.”

  Sam sighed, giving up.  “Fine.”

  Dean laid his bag on the desk, taking his jacket off.  “Alrighty then, Y/N, scoot over and I’ll just hop on in.”

 I watched Sam glare at Dean.  “Sammy, he’s kidding.  Just come on.”  Sam took his coat off, stepping into the bathroom to change before laying down in bed and pulling me close to him.  

  ***

  I sat down on the edge of the bed, my eyes drooping and my mouth opening wide in a yawn.  Dean walked in behind me.  “One bed.  This will be….interesting.”

  “It’s big.  Let’s just,” I paused. “Go to sleep.  I’m just so tired,” my voice breaking.

  “Okay, alright.  Just lay down,” Dean answered me, kneeling down in front of me, holding my face in his hands.  “Go to sleep, Y/N.  Just go to sleep.”  He brought his lips to my forehead, giving me the most contact that I’d had in months.  

  I laid down and closed my eyes, a cold chill running through me.  Dean sat down on the other side of the bed, bringing his legs in and under the covers, being sure to keep his distance.  

  My whole body shook, shivering and almost convulsing with cold chills. “Dean,” I called.  

  “You okay?” he asked me, flipping onto his side, facing me and putting his hand on my shoulder.  

  “I’m just so cold,” I told him.  

  “Okay. Come here.  Come on.”  He put his arm underneath me, pulling me to his chest as he laid back, putting his arms around me and pulling the blanket up to my chin.  “It’ll be alright.  Everything’s going to be alright.”