Thatcher, Redbeard, a series of dreadful events, and the love that have yet to speak its name.
Someday the true story may be told – for those of us that have recognized and believed in the romance between Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, Sherlock has been the adaptation many of us wanted to see it happen. S4 was difficult – I didn’t think it possible to experience grief and loss because of a tv show, yet there I was, sad, disappointed, and moping for weeks. But after going back and reading some ACD canon as a form of therapy, I realized just how much I still love Sherlock. I can’t explain it, it is… what it is. So I watched S4 again quite a few times the last week or so. And guess what? I am here to tell you in all seriousness – love conquers all may still be on its way after all.
We already know the surface narrative of S4: Mary died saving Sherlock, Eurus, the long-lost third Holmes sibling killed Redbeard aka Victor aka Sherlock’s childhood best friend out of jealousy, and was the mastermind behind everything Moriarty ever did. After enduring the Sherrindford Experiment™, Sherlock solved Eurus’ riddles and saved John’s life; Baker Street Boys were back at 221B solving crimes as they always do, with some parenting on the side. The end.
My conclusion after tearing through layers of allusions? Mary probably didn’t die (I can’t make up my mind about this… for now); there was definitely no baby. It was all Mycroft’s fault, Eurus the east wind was a story he made up to conceal Lady Elizabeth Smallwood’s slaughterhouse, where Redbeard came into being and became Sherlock’s Reichenbach cauldron. Sherlock and John finally recognized the hurt, grief, and loss they both endured as a couple since TRF; but for now, they were back in the glass closet, the love they shared remained unspoken – until/if the lost special can be found. The end.
Don’t believe me? Let’s begin with Thatcher because so much of S4 revolves around the darkest moments in the UK during her time as the prime minister. Before I begin, please note that you’ll have to see beyond the suggested time and space presented on screen as the surface narrative unfolds, and instead try and think about allegory and allusion. Yeah, kinda like reading ACD canon, but a bit more difficult – let’s face it, visual media is just as capable of inspiring as deceit as we all know intimately by now.
Ready? Fair warning – this is the longest and saddest meta I’ve ever written, and it’s only the tip of an iceberg. Please be patience and try reading to the end, I promise it’ll be worth your time.
The scene that broke everything wide open for me was the exchange between Mycroft and Lady Smallwood:
Lady Smallwood. Alicia this time. PM – as in prime minister? Nope. Because earlier:
Why use an acronym, then? PM as in night? Darkness? Shadow?
A secret then. What did Mycroft reveal as he removed Alicia Smallwood’s card?
Oh and look what Eurus said in the scene right after:
The other one – Lady Elizabeth Smallwood. Lady…… Sherrinford?
Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Jody Mills, Crowley, Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Victor Henriksen, Meg Masters, Ed Zeddmore, Harry Spangler, Ash (Supernatural), Andy Gallagher, Endverse Castiel Additional Tags: Law Enforcement, Naked Castiel, tiny house, Police Officer Dean, Snarky Castiel, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Uniform Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, Sexting, Anal Sex, Top Dean, Bottom Castiel, Flexible Castiel, Activist Castiel (Supernatural), Snowballing, Fluff and Smut, Recreational Drug Use Summary:
Deputy Dean Winchester has seen some interesting things in his time, but dealing with a tiny house on Fergus Crowley’s property might just be the strangest, especially when the sarky, kinda gorgeous protester who owns the thing answers the door buck ass naked. Dean’s life might never be the same.
Hey guys! At last I can present my fic for FandomTrumpsHate and my beloved auction winner, @horrorfemme1138! I had a blast writing this and I hope you all enjoy reading!
I’m in the army so I know the Us military’s phonetic alphabet and I just realized that the Wolf 359 authentication code is “Victor Uniform Lima Charlie Alpha November” which spells VULCAN. As in Star Trek. I know the military uses movie references for code names over radios sometimes but who came up with that one? Doug?
Ok, so this is my first fic ever. I owe my soul @emani-writes for being the beta for this :)
Written for @splendidcas birthday fic challenge with the prompt “I Dare You” Happy Birthday Shannon
“I Dare You”
Castiel x Reader
Your apartment isn’t a tiny thing but it’s also
not huge. It’s comfortable for you and maybe one other person. Which is why you
are shut in your own bathroom, tonight, on your birthday, because there are
whay? Twenty? Twenty three people or more? All squeezed into your apartment.
They’re all people you grew up with, or friends from college, or co-workers.
This was not the plan.
Dean, your best friend, was just suppose to
bring Sam and Cas over with some beer and pizza. It was going to be a nice
quiet night with your boys. You’ve known Sam and Dean since you were 5. Sam and
Dean have always been very protective older brother types and Sam gave the
absolute best hugs. There were days where a hug from Sammy made everything
Then there was the new boy, Castiel Novak.
His family had always lived in your town, but it wasn’t until the start
of middle school, when Castiel’s father lost his job, that their family moved
to public school. The youngest boy, Castiel, stole your heart and you never looked
back. He came into your life as Sam’s languages tutor as a way to make some
extra cash. They became friends and were nerdy together and hung out regularly.
He also got along famously with Dean. So he became part of the circle and
it had been that way through middle school, high school,and now college. You
always had each other’s backs, you teased each other, sure you argued but you
made up, your families knew each other. You were each other’s cheerleaders at
any events and there with comfort foods and movies when one of you needed it.
And maybe tonight, on your birthday, you may
have had plans to talk to Cas. You may have already told Dean you were
going to tell Cas how you felt, plans which Dean enthusiastically supported.
You MAY have even bought something sexy in case things ended up going how you
hoped they would.
Except now you are convinced that Dean is an
asshole. When your doorbell rings at 6PM, you are greeted with an endless
stream of guests, each person carrying food, gifts, balloons, or drinks.
NO. This was not the plan.
There’s a knock at the bathroom door. “Y/N, you
okay?” it was Dean. “I’m coming in” he announces and without even waiting
the door opens. Why didn’t you bolt it? Not that it would have mattered. Dean
knows that if you jiggled the knob enough the door opens. The lock is complete
shit. He shuts the door and leans his hip against the sink, looking down at you
sitting on the toilet lid with your face in your hands.
“Sweetheart, I am so sorry.” His voice doesn’t
hold any sarcasm, but there’s amusement there.
You glare at him and he holds his hands up in
surrender. “Look, Y/N We had this surprise party planned before you ever
told me about talking to Cas,okay? What was I supposed to do? You only told me
your intentions two days ago!”
You can feel him watching you for a response. He
gets nothing. Frustrated, he sighs, “Okay, look. Everyone is out there setting
up YOUR party.” he growls. “Friends, co-workers” His voice trails off to
an almost whimper “Friends of friends”
You throw your arm out hitting his stomach with
the back of your hand. He chuckles and shrugs. Things go silent again and you
find your face back in your hands.
You think you hear Dean growl “Seriously Y/N?
Put on a happy face and get your ass out there! I’ll make sure Cas stays later
tonight to help clean up and you guys can talk.” You don’t realize that Dean
has leaned down, close to your ear until your feel his breath. He huffs out a
small laugh and says, “Besides he says he has a kick ass gift for you but doesn’t
want to give it to you in front of everyone.”
Your head shoots up so fast you feel momentarily
dizzy. The smile Dean gives you is blinding.
Chuckling, Dean waggles his finger like a mother
hen. “Alright! Five minutes. But you better be out there, or I’m sending Sammy
in with the puppy dog eyes.” Then Dean is gone, shutting the door behind him.
You take deep breaths, and focus on all the
things you love about Cas. How you can sit and talk about anything at all day
or night. How calm he is when shit goes flying and always seems to steadily
resolve any issue like damage control is second nature to him. How his clothes
and hair are always rumpled or downright unruly. How intense he is about causes
that mean something to him. How scary hot he is when defending a friend. How he
smells like rain and cinnamon and his eyes! The man has the bluest blue
to ever blue eyes that you’ve ever seen.
You’re just beginning to calm when the bathroom
door opens again and Charlie, your best girlfriend, lets herself in. Does
anyone care that you could be naked in here, or actually USING the facilities?
She greets you with the biggest, brightest
smile. “Hey! Happy birthday, bitch!” she says cheerfully.
“Don’t you even knock,” you grouse.
Charlie waves you off. “Sam was gonna come in
but I vetoed that!” Her eyes widen with excitement. Charlie beams and
hurries to sit down near you on the tub edge, babbling so quickly you can
only pick out certain words.
“So I heard Dean talking to Cas something about
giving you a present and IF he really wanted to make the day great he should
just tell you how he REALLY FEELS!” She ends her rambling with a large, deep
breath in and out.
All you seem able to do is stutter. “Cas? Really
feels? What? Does he? What?”
Charlie’s smile grows impossibly large and she
nods her head so fast her red curls bounce frantically. “Oh c’mon, it’s obvious
you two are hot for each other. Hell, it probably goes deeper than just sexual
You cut her off. “You think he feels the same?”
She just rolls her eyes. You had hoped Cas would
feel the same. But even with Dean, Sam, Charlie, and even Meg telling you that
he’s crushing on you, you hadn’t truly believed it.
Without any warning, Charlie grabs you by the
arm and pulls you up and out the door before you can protest. Once in the
hallway you contemplate chickening out and heading straight for your
bedroom, but Charlie keeps a hand on you. You tentatively walk to the end of
the hall and peek out into the main space.
Your miniscule kitchen is to your left and you
notice Benny, Andrea, and Gabe, one of Cas’ many older brothers, setting up
food.Charlie ignored them in favor of joining her girlfriend, Dorothy,at your
small dining table just beyond the kitchen and behind the second hand living
room suite Cas’ parents had given you.. Jo and Victor smiled at Charlie as she
plopped onto Dorothy’s lap like it was nothing!
In the far corner of the living room beside the
entertainment center, Sam signs to Eileen, though it seems difficult with Jess
hanging off his arm. Eileen just laughs and signs back. The sectional is taken
up by your co-workers, Caesar, Jesse, Bella, Ruby, Lisa, and Cassie, all in
various stages of conversation. Balthazar, and Cas’ sisters Hannah, and Hael
have managed to out the beer pong supplies and are setting up in the cramped
area in front of the entertainment center. Michael, Luc, the two eldest Novak’s,
are also hanging around with three old classmates, Kevin, Billie, and Fergus
who has his arm around Billie’s waist (that’s new). They seem to be watching
the beverage table with interest where Dean is stood with Meg and Cas, whose
back is toward you.
Cas doesn’t notice you, but Meg sure does. She’s
been Cas’s casual on again, off again friend-with-benefits for years, though
they’re currently off. Meg shoots you a smirk and then looks back to Cas,
crossing her arms and giving an annoyed huff. Her trademark smirk is positively
evil as she rolls her eyes.
“Jesus, Clarence. Man up already. How many times
have I had to listen to you piss and moan about your feelings for her?” Meg’s
voice is just loud enough that you heard, and you swallow.. You can just make
out Cas’ low, annoyed tone.
“I will. It’s just not the right time with all
these people here.”
You can’t hear, but Dean’s response looks angry,
his hands waving as he talked. That’s when you heard it.
“I DARE YOU!” Dean shouted, obviously frustrated.
You see Cas and Dean arguing, Dean’s voice steadily rising.
“You are such a chicken shit! If there’s no
better time than now, then when?”
Cas gestures quickly to quiet Dean and they
bicker angrily in subdued tones.
Glancing toward the kitchen, you notice Gabe
pausing at his task of plating the cake. He’s watching the conversation with
equal parts interest and annoyance, though he does waggle his brows at you when
he sees you watching.
“There’s the birthday girl!” he calls loudly,
Dean turns toward you with a smile and Cas’s posture visibly tenses but he
doesn’t turn your way, instead he downs his drink in one swallow. Gabe throws
his arms out and loudly proclaims “Let’s get this show on the road!”
Glancing around, you notice Benny and Andrea
have moved to the area around the entertainment center where Bess laughs at
Garth’s failed attempts to hook up his iPod to your stereo. Kevin moves to help
You plaster on your best smile and walk up to greet
Gabe. He smiles, gives you a hug, and whispers in your ear.
“Happy Birthday Y/N. Cas chose the menu but I
baked it all and I expect credit where credit is due. I take cash, credit card,
You playfully smack him on the shoulder. Gabriel
was a hopeless flirt, almost as bad as his cousin, Balthazar. Moving out of the
kitchen, Gabe claps to get everyones attention, and raises his arms like he’s
conducting an orchestra.
“Everyone ready? Haaaaapy Biiirthday to you!
Haaaaapy BIIIIIIIIRTHDAY TO YOU-“
“STOW IT, GABE!” Dean interrupts before taking a
long drink of what is no doubt whiskey. His voice is rough as he turns to the
gathered crowd, swagger in full effect.
Dean glances your way and winks before facing
the crowd fully. “It’s dare time!,” he yells, turning to point at Cas. “And I
dare Cas to feed Y/N her birthday cake.”
Cas’s eyes go wide and his skin pales. Luc
smirks, bemused,while several others gasp or even chuckle.
You’re frozen to the spot behind the island, not
able to fully meet the eyes staring back at you. Instead you eye the plates of
cake laid out in front of you. It’s vanilla with a thick layer of whipped icing
and fresh strawberries. It’s perfect. Of course Cas knew the perfect cake.
Looking up, you lock eyes with Cas, watching wearily as Sam approaches
him. Sam shoots you a smile and then leans down and whispers something in Cas’s
ear, clapping him hard on the back. Something changes in Cas’s expression. His
once terrified expression morphs into determination.
Out of the corner of your eye you see Charlie
stand up with her phone at the ready. Of course she’ll video this.
Cas strides determinedly to your side, staring
down at the amassed plates. Not looking at you, he whispers, “Happy birthday,
Y/N Pick your poison.” You pick up a plate shaking so much that Cas puts his
hand over yours. He relieves you ofthe plate and a fork before turning toward
“Uh… You won’t see a present from me. What I had
planned can’t be wrapped.” Cas is obviously trying to whisper but the apartment
is suddenly so quiet it’s likely everyone can hear him. “I just wanted you
know. For later.”
You nod despite having trouble hearing over your
pounding heart ringing in your ears.
Cas clears his throat then and stabs a bite of
“Okay,” he breathes, finally meeting your eyes
and grinning. “Open up.”
You oblige and the first bite of cake and
strawberry hits your tongue and it’s bliss. You’re hardly aware of the small
moan that escapes your throat but you certainly notice how Cas’s breath catches
and his pupils dilate. You feel giddy and much more bold with that knowledge.
Giggling, you scan the crowd and find Gabe. “Oh
my god, Gabe. This cake is orgasmic!”
He gives you a thumbs up. “I told you! I take
payment in kisses, you can tip in tongue!”
Everyone chuckles including you, but when you
look at Cas, he’s sending Gabe a smiteful look. You bounce on your heels in
front of him, determined to be a distraction. No smitings on your birthday.
“Next bite please?” You ask innocently. Cas
stares down at you, and offers up another forkful.
Around you, conversations resume and with them
some of the tension dispurses. So, of course, someone has to speak up. It’s Sam
this time, the little shit.
“Ya know Y/N, if that was wedding cake, you
would be covered in it right now.” Sam chuckles at his own joke but Cas
freezes, loaded fork halfway to your parted lips and he pulls back. Cocking an
eyebrow, Cas’ determined stare turns predatory, and the bastard smirks.
Anxious, you take a step back and he squints at you slightly, looking almost
like Luc. You scan the crowd and Sam gives you an apologetic look. Some are
looking on with mischievous glee, others are whispering with slight smiles,
Charlie and now Kevin are both recording it all. Dean has a proud smile on his
face and gives you a wink.
Assholes. They’re all assholes.
Setting down the cake, Cas appears to have
thought of something new. He looks over the crowd.
“Why don’t you all help yourselves to some of
Gabe’s-” he smirks and clears his throat “orgasmic cake?” Complete with air
quotes, is he mocking you?
And they do, helping themselves to cake and
moving away to mingle over the truly delicious dessert.. After passing out the
last piece, you turn back to Cas. He’s looking at you speculatively before dipping
two fingers into the thick whipped cream rose in the corner of the leftover
cake. Then he takes a slow step toward you.
“You know, Y/N,” Cas says conversationally, all
the while stepping threateningly toward you. “My original dare tonight was to tell
For every tiny step Cas takes you take one back,
well aware that there’s not much room before you backed into the counter and
You chuckle weakly. “And we know you can’t
refuse a dare.” You eye him, curiosity warring with your apprehension.
“What, uh… What were you going to tell me?” The whisper leaves you before
you can stop it.
Cas looks a the icing rose on his fingers, then
at you and gives a devilish smirk. “Oh, just that I should tell you how…” He
squints at you as he takes another step. “How much I don’t want to be JUST
Your heart races This is happening!
He’s less than an arm’s length away when your
back hits the counter. Dizziness overwhelms you. How can this be
happening? Shouldn’t it be like in movies? A build up? A misunderstanding? A
climactic montage where the guy goes after the girl or vice versa?
He stops and places his free hand on your waist
drifitng right into your personal spaces. His voice is a whispered growl.
“We’re so much more than friends.”
Cas lifts his fingers to eye level and you think
you’re going to get a face full of whipped icing and strawberry juice, but
instead he places the icing in his mouth on that sinful tongue of his. You’ve
had some sinfully bad fantasies about that tongue, or were they good? Doesn’t
matter now as your brain proceeds to short circuit as his mouth covers yours.
He tastes like vanilla and strawberry and whiskey and it’s wonderful..
Wonderfully him. Cas wastes no time, sweeping his tongue into your mouth and
you melt instantly but he has you pressed so firmly against the counter that
you’re not going anywhere.
Your brain vaguely registers a few whoops from
the crowd, a “finally”, or “about damn time!” But it’s all soon drowned out as
the music starts and you hear Dean exclaim, “Fuck! About time! Okay! Nothing to
see here. Everyone give them some privacy!”
Conversations change quickly and everyone
pointedly ignores the make out session going on in the kitchen. Your brain
returns to the kiss and oh… the erection pressing against you.
Later, you promise yourself.
Cas’s hands are on your hips and he lifts you
easily onto the counter before breaking the kiss. You both pant hard.
“I’m sorry,” he croaks out. “I really should’ve
asked permission before I did that.” He stares at you now, all smugness gone,
and in it’s place is what you’ve affectionately dubbed his “kicked puppy” face.
You simply laugh and hug your arms tightly
around his neck, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “I swear to god, Cas, if you
EVER apologize for kissing me again, I’ll key the Impala and tell Dean it was
His deep chuckle against your ear does all kinds
of good things for you downstairs. “I was actually going to talk to you about
these feelings later and uhm….” You slowly look at him. “I wanted… I wanted to
show you just how ‘unfriend like’ I wanted to be.”
Your face burns red. Another growl in your ear
and his fingers tighten on your hips. He presses his forehead against yours for
a long moment before slowly pulling away. Suddenly, you hear the party still
going on in the background. You sigh.
“We have a party to get back to,” you say,
casting a glance over his shoulder and smirking. “I think Meg is propositioning
Luc now that she’s lost you.”
Cas frowns but concedes. He graces you
with a soft smile. “After everyone is gone, we can continue this.”
He slides you off the counter, and walks
backward a few steps to the cake. Picking up a strawberry, he carefully offers
it to you. Stepping close, you let him slip it in your mouth. Your eyes never
leave his as you wrap your lips around his finger, intentionally sucking
slow. His flutter closed and he groans and shudders slightly. Your
grin could give Meg’s trademark smirk some competition as he tries to compose
himself and not so quietly states, “I still have a gift to give you, remember?”
You stand up on your toes, pressing your lips to
the shell of his ear and whisper, “I dare you,” before swiftly skirting around
him and rejoining your party.
Could’ve used a few like you in Quang Tri. Back then, we used to say if you’re gonna take a shot at ‘ol Victor Charlie, you better hit him. ‘Cause if you don’t, Victor, his brother, and three cousins shoot back.