Nico is surprisingly good with children. This was discovered shortly after the battle with Gaea ended when Jason found Nico comforting a nine year old son of Hephaestus about Leo’s sacrifice. Harley took it pretty hard and stuck to Nico like glue for a while.
When Percy went home for the summer Nico took over his sword fighting class. Jason was too busy building shrines to do it so Nico stepped in. The kids were a bit afraid of the child of death to begin with but warmed up quickly after Nico gently corrected a daughter of Iris in her grip and explained carefully but not condescendingly how she could do it better.
Nico has a small army of children that follow him around camp. When he’s forced to go do things for his father or is off visiting Hazel they visit Will in the infirmary every day to see if Nico’s back yet. Will thinks it’s adorable.
Coach Hedge only trusts three people outside himself and his wife to care for his son and that’s Clarisse La Rue, Reyna and Nico. Nico was reluctant at first but loves baby Chuck Hedge and will with Coach Hedges permission summon small skeletons to entertain the baby saytr. Chuck likes to break these skeletons while screaming something that sounds like WAR at the top of his lungs. Nico Reyna and Clarisse think it’s adorable and Coach Hedge couldn’t be prouder. The rest of the campers just shake their heads.
Nico tends to be the one the younger kids will go to if they feel anxious or depressed. If nothing else Nico is a fantastic listener and will offer up surprisingly safe advice for a fifteen year old. Some of the older demigods will come to him too but not many.
Nico does his best to hide his problems and pain from the kids. He’s pretty successful most of the time too. But sometimes it’s too much for even him. Memories of Tartarus are hard on anyone but as a child of Hades Nico saw the face of the pit while he was down there it still haunts him. The kids know this and recognize that Nico doesn’t like being touchy-feely with anyone but Will and so they find their own ways to help.
Some children of Hypnos will ensure that Nico has a dreamless sleep that night when he’s having a bad day. A few children of Iris will make flower crowns that Nico wears around and glares at anyone who dares question him. Others find other ways to help the child of Hades and he’s grateful for it. He finally feels like he has a home thanks to the younger set at Camp Half Blood even if some of their older siblings are still wary of Nico.
It’s a speacil kind of train that only runs at midnight. Humans that find the train are usually ones who desire to dissapear. The Train is run by strange creatures who say they’re fairies, but they look nothing like the fairies of lore. They’re most likely interdimensional creatures on a daily commute between our world and theirs.
It’s easter and I have the day off (yeah), which is why you get my episode review earlier than usual, but also there isn’t a trasncript of the episode online yet, so… I have the write this from my memory… about an episode that is called “The memory remains”. Pun intended.
So. Overall I liked this episode. It made me worried about both Sam and DEan’s fate and about Cas, so thank you very much John Bring. It felt like a classic Spn episode with a classic small town murder mystery. Some of the parallels were very on the nose, but overall they still worked. So let’s dig into it.
I love small towns and I love small town muder mystery stories. Which is why I like Riverdale (it’s on Netflix guys, you should check it out) and I couldn’t help to see some similarities with Riverdale and this episode. I just thought about all the parent characters in Riverdale and how their kids have to live through the consequences of the mess they made. You know, their legacies. And man legacy was a huge theme this episode. The sheriff tried to stop the murder legacy of his family. He tried to do better. The same way Sam and Dean try to do better, with both their hunter legacy (John’s upbringing) and their MoL legacy. Both John and MoL divided the world in black and white and because of it Sam and Dean needed to learn the hard way that it is not as easy as this. Just in this episode it was revealved the real monster was a human all along, both under the mask but also as it was the family who summoned the God in the first place.
I wonder if the fact that the bad guy was the evil half brother means we see the Winchester’s half brother (Adam) again as well. Dabb has a thing of resolving long lost story arcs, so maybe (also Michael was mentioned in the previous episode). The evil half brother whose name I forgot (Pete?) also accused the sheriff that he only got the crap whereas his half brother lived in a mansion. With Adam of course it was the other way around: Sam and Den got the crap aka the hunting life, whereas Adam got a normal life with a normal dad. Until he was eaten by a ghoul and brought back to life to serve as an angel’s condom. But you know, details. But I couldn’t help of thinking about one of @mittensmorgul metas where she wrote that for Sam the hunting life is the crap that comes with being with his family (you can’t have the one without the other).
Also, I couldn’t help but think that victim number one was a Winchester parallel as well. They named him Jared, which defenitely wasn’t a coincidence. The sheriff told Sam and Dean that the boy’s mother went away and his dad was an abusive dick. And then the sheriff told them it is hard to get a kid out of an abusive environment. Which for one thing is true if you don’t have enough evidence. But I think was also defenitely meant as a meta comment on Sam and Dean’s childhood. I don’t think it is a coincidence we got this in the same season we saw Dean’s dislike for the Child Protective Service (12x04). They probably had their suspicions but never enough evidence and the Winchesters moved around a lot. For Dean it would have meant they would split up his family and he could no longer protect Sam, so he wouldn’t be very cooperative. I think the sheriff’s line that Jared fell down the stairs a lot reads like this as well, that maybe Jared lied in order to protect his father.
When he first tod Sam and Dean about the case I thought it was a trap, so he could kill them on the job and made it appear like an accident. Instead they examined the bunker, that appearently has no security system whatsoever. Sure, it is warded against all kinds of supernatural beings but not against humans. And after the Stynes they should have known better. Though I’m pretty sure they will find the microscope underneath the table, as they usually keep their guns there as well.
Ketch keeping a photo of Mary (THE photo as well) was such a beginner’s mistake though. As if Dean won’t notice. And they way he looked at it while listening to Dean and Sam complaining about him… pretty sure he won’t be their next step dad. i’m not sure Ketch is able to genuine love someone so I would rather say he is obsessed with Mary and might believe now her sons are the only thing holding her back from being with him. Mary sure has a shitty taste in men (first John, now this).
First of all, we should start every episode without Cas showing the brothers worry about him for five minutes at the minimum. It’s the law. And I think this opening scene was important to interpret Dean’s behaviour for the rest of the episode. Cas doesn’t answer/calls back, Dean can’t trace his phone or find him through the system. For all he knows Cas could be dead. Sam (because he knows) tries to reassure him, telling him Cas will be fine, because he always is (so he is defenitely not fine) and that Cas went missing like this before. And that is the point, isn’t it? Cas has a habbit for disappering and not answering. And Dean is tired of it. He is tired of waiting. He is tired of being afraid something might have happened to him, that he could be dead and they wouldn’t even know. Or worse: that Cas doesn’t care enough to call. That, just in like in season 8, he gets Dean’s calls and prayers (because of course he prays to him) but doesn’t bother to answer them. Next week will show is why. There has been already some speculation if Cas was brainwashed again, so we will see.
But as I said I think it is important to know Dean’s current emotional state regarding Cas to understand the rest of the episode. Of course I’m talking about the waitress here (and for the record that coffee line only worked because you are cute Dean). If Cas would have been around or had at least called? Dean wouldn’t have glanced twice at her or even flirted with her. I think the whole thing was a reaction of Dean being hurt by Cas’s absence. The same way he had sex with Suzy in 9x08 after he said goodbye to Cas in 9x06. So however odd it sounds, Dean having sex with the waitress confirms my reading of Dean having romantic feelings for Cas. It is rebound sex at its best.
Not much going on with Sam, so fast forward to the end: Sam and Dean’s legacy. Now this is the part that kept me worring. They left their mark on the table (confirming that the bunker is as much a home to them as is the Impala) and talk about a next generation of hunters living there. And about leaving the world a better place than it was. Which sounds like a death note. Not that they want to die, but that maybe this is where it is headed? I’m not even talking about this season’s end but the show’s end. And man, I’m longing for a happy end for the boys. Meaning they live and don’t sacrifice themselves or something. Maybe (finger’s crossed) they retire from hunting and that is the reson we will see other hunters (Claire?) sitting at the tible, looking at the initials in a possible spin off. For now it confirms that they try to do things a different way than the generations before them, more saving, less killing (and the psycho brothers line of “Hunting people. Killing them. The family business.” was defenitely meant as dark mirror here). Doing things a different way hopefully also means the show won’t end in tragedy (the way it would have if it had ended after season 5 like it was originally planed) but instead we get our happy end. Heaven knows the Winchesters (and the audience) deserve it.
Some other things:
- I think that was the first time the Colt wasn’t shot in slow motion (@wigglebox)
- How adorable was Dean calling a saytr adorable?
- Season 13 arc confirmed: Why is Sam’s hair so shiny.Until next week =)
I colored a sketch commission i got! His name is Elriss and he practices black magic for the good of the forest (and for his lover) the background is from the pokemon go website but the lighting and color as well as texture is all mine!
Don’t ask. I’m not sane. And I really needed a Will-meets-Hades fanfic like this
Meeting his son’s significant other on Halloween didn’t seem like a very good idea, but Hades thought it was a wonderful one. For instance, he could blend in with no problem. The several demigods hustling and bustling and moving around was a sign that that, at least, was definitely true. Hades learnt that although most demigods didn’t stay year round, several actually stayed over for Halloween. It must have been an interesting holiday.
Hades felt, as usual, out of place. His hair was as dark as tar and his eyes were the colour of coal, like his human disguise often was. He appeared to be around eighteen or so- just young enough that it wouldn’t be unnatural for a half blood but old enough that no one would mistake him for anyone else (namely, his son).
And oh, the sacrifices Hades made for his son. He had snuck onto Persephone’s tumblr blog in search for something fitting to wear, a true sacrifice because not only was the wifi in the Underworld unreasonably shitty that day (he would see Daedalaus about it later), but Hades did not know how the Tartartus one used Tumblr.
At any rate, there he was, in a suitably dark costume (that is to say.. disguise. Not a costume. Damnit).
Half-bloods wandered around in their several, colorful outfits, chattering and discussing things of no interest to the lord of the underworld. Some sat at a huge table, carving pumpkins (or occasionally chucking them at their cabinmates).
Lanterns. There were lanterns everywhere- not even the mordern ones, just the classic, candle-lit old ones that could set the entire camp on fire and send all those demigods to his realm if someone knocked one down accidentally.(He really hoped that wouldn’t happen- he’d been having enough dead people for the past few years, and it was annoying to have to sit through the judgements of mortal souls all day. He’d really rather just watch Netflix.) They lit the camp with a dim, unearthly and eerie glow which seemed to put everyone in an appropriate mood. The tables were decorated and coloured with trademark signs and symbols, which made it easy to recognise which table was which- there was so much colour and creativity, it hurt his eyes. And here he thought Halloween was supposed to be gloomy.
Hades drew his dark cloak around him, and pushed through hoards of demigods, moving toward the infirmary.
It was a modest building, but was impeccably clean. So much so that Hades almost felt self conscious stepping into it. Almost. He didn’t really care about making work for someone, but he didn’t want to blow his cover by dragging in a few specks of dust into the Infirmary. Maybe it was a camp no-no?
Thankfully, his entrance didn’t seem to disturb any order of events. The Infirmary was, unlike the rest of the camp, relatively free of decorstion. A few pumpkin paper designs hung from the wall, and the lights were replaced with lanterns, but that was it. Only two other demigods were inside; the younger one sniffling. He was obviously a son of Hephaestus; young, maybe eight, with calloused and rough hands and a bandage wrapped around arm. He wore a green mask and suit with a white symbol in the middle, and a boy stood tending to him.
Hades didn’t know what he had expected. Throughout his long life, he’d met several sons of Apollo, and he thought he had an idea of what most appeared like. Will had the golden hair, like rays of sunlight. He had the tan, sun-kissed skin, the bright azure eyes like Egyptian lapis lazuli, but he wasn’t buff and muscular and the height of the Empire State building. In fact, he appeared rather young; fifteen at most. He wasn’t that tall either - perhaps the height of his son, or an inch or so taller. He was well toned; lean, but not muscular. A healer and not a fighter. Hardly as flashy as his father.
Will finished wrapping the bandage and stuck a small smiley face sticker on it. The son of Hephaestus’ eyes lit up and he hugged Will with his uninjured arm. Will smiled gently and ruffled his hair.
“There ya go, Harley. Be careful, all right? The pumpkin carving knives are for the pumpkins, not your skin. I’ll advice you not to play with anything sharp for a while, OK?”
Harley nodded and hopped down. “Thanks, Will!” He beamed.
“No problem,” Will said easily, his smile seeming to brighten the room. “Be careful. And tell Nico I’ll be back in a bit.”
Harley nodded enthusiastically and scampered off. On his way out, he froze, glanced at Hades, and then hurried off on his way out.
Will Solace turned to Hades. His eyes held no fear or worry, so he must not have recognised Hades.
Yet, Hades thought, eyes gleaming as eerily as the lanterns in the room. He couldn’t wait to see his reaction, as sadistic as it sounded.
“Is something the matter?” Will said, tilting his head with a hesitant smile of concern.
Hades opened his mouth- to spew threaths, to reveal his identity, to say gods knew what. But that was before Will Solace crossed the room and put the back of his hand against Hades’ forehead. Hades was effectively silenced, his jaw snapping shut. Will hissed and drew back his hand.
“Cold!” He said, frowning slightly. “Cold and pale,” he said, giving Hades a look that made him feel as if he were being scolded. The son of Apollo grabbed his hand and pulled him forward toward a bed before Hades could protest.
Hades sat. He wanted to protest- he, the Lord of the Underworld, would not take orders from a mortal son of a stupid sun god, but he wanted to see where this was going.
“Honestly,” Will sighed, ruffling through the medical supplies in the cupboard at the end of the room. Hades took in his outfit as he did this; he was dressed in dark robes, and a yellow and black scarf was wrapped neatly around his neck. A badger brooche that said ‘PREFECT’ was stuck to his chest.
“You probably have anemia. Gods all mighty, does no one care about their health nowadays? You also obviously haven’t been getting proper exposure of Vitamin D-”
Hades wanted to snort. There wasn’t much Vitman D down in the Underworld.
Will came back with a jar of pills and a glass of water.
“Swallow this, I’ll go search for some pills I might have and give you a prescription- Holy Dad, your immune system must be terrible! I haven’t had a case this bad for a while.” He shook his head disapprovingly and fixed Hades with a look that made him feel like his physical state was all his fault.
He was very bewildered- he hadn’t met someone who fussed over him and didn’t cower away for quite a few centuries, and he honestly wasn’t sure he liked being fussed over and told off for not having enough Vitman D or WBC in his godly system.
Hades cleared his throat. His dark eyes looked up to meet Will’s
The door of the Infirmary flew open. Nico di Angelo looked grumpier than ever. His eyes were narrowed in scowl, and the robes he wore dragged across the floor in an indignant fashion; the green and silver scarf around his neck was ruffled and clumsily tied.
“Nico,” Will greeted as he stuck a thermometer in Hades mouth. Hades felt a bubble of embarrassment and sudden anger; at himself for being led around, and the son of Apollo for making him obey. He attempted to spit out the device; Will shot him a sharp look, which he ignored.
Whatever words Nico was about to utter melted into on the tip of his tongue. His eyes widened as he took in Hades.
“Father?!” He said.
Hades gave him an apologetic, sheepish look. “I didn’t plan for it to go like this.”
Nico groaned into his hands. Will blinked.
“You knew?” He asked Will, sounded exasperated.
“Yes,” Will said, at the same time that Hades said, “No.”
They stared at one another. Will Solace was still not screaming around in fright. In fact, he appeared still very calm.
“You knew?!” Hades sputtered. “And yet you- you’re not scared? You took my measurements and talked about giving me a prescription and-”
“You what?” Nico said incredulously.
Will shrugged. “I could feel Lord Hades’ aura. Death doesn’t intimidate me; I’ve worked with patients on the brink of death several times. And plus- will all due respect, Lord Hades- the Underworld is your realm.” Will stuck the thermometer back in Hades’ mouth.
“The Camp Half Blood Infirmary,” Will continued, picking up a notepad and a pen, scribling some notes on it as Hades and Nico stared in shock and surprise respectively, “is mine. Anyone who enters is automatically my responsibility; be it a demigod, a saytr, or my boyfriend’s father. I’m sorry, but I’m just doing my job.” He squinted at Hades. “And before you leave, Lord Hades, you really need something warmer to wear. It’s cold out.”
“So how did it go?” Persephone asked, plucking the leaves of the seven thousand petaled lily she’d aquired as a gift from her mother.
Hades gulped down a blood replenishing pill and downed it with a glass of water. “Rather well, I suppose. He gave me a prescription, a scarf, a jar of Nutella, and an appointment next week.”
Persephone smiled. “So he’s worthy?”
Hades held up the jar of Nutella. He popped it open and stared at the chocolatey depths.
Where Percy and Annabeth are both judged by Hades personally and are both sent to the Isles of the Blest or whatever it’s called without being reborn thrice. I don’t think that would happen. I think Percy and Annabeth would be like ‘Yeah that’s cool and all bruh, but all of our friends are in Elysium and I don’t want to be spending eternity without them.’
Also just had the realization that when Percy dies Grover does too, so not only do they lose one person on that fateful day they lose two great people. And then Percy doesn’t see Grover for the rest of his life because G-man was reincarnated into a plant and did not go to elysium.
Just a thought.
A very very sad thought.
Oh look I’m crying