‘Cause if you stick around I’ll sing you pretty sounds, and we’ll make money selling your hair. I don’t care what’s in your hair, I just wanna know what’s on your mind, I used to say, “I wanna die before I’m old,” but because of you I might think twice.
lots of credit for this dumb idea has to go to @therearenofriendshipsinuno because I honestly don’t remember which one of us came up with it but I know it definitely wouldn’t have existed without her
“Ryan! Can we sell your mask, Ryan?”
Gavin flops down on the couch beside him, looking hopeful.
Ryan looks up from his book to stare at him. “My - what? Of course you can’t sell my mask. Why the hell would you want to?”
“Not your actual mask,” Gavin says. He has that particularly obnoxious tone to his voice that says you’re not following his ideas fast enough and he’s already bored explaining it to you. “Replicas!”
“And again I find myself asking, why?”
“Because people love you, Ryan!” Gavin throws his arms up in the air. Ryan wonders about the last time he’s slept. “People love the Fake AH Crew!”
Ryan raises an eyebrow at him. “People are terrified of the Fake AH Crew.”
Gavin just scoffs. “The boring ones do, yeah. But there’s like, a whole underground culture of fans. We have fans! There’s a whole website about it, with messageboards and pages about each of us. And everyone has, like, a favourite member.” Gavin grins at him devlishly. “You’re a big favourite.”
That is… a lot of information Ryan doesn’t know what to do with. Instead, he says “I thought you were supposed to be working on the virus we want to plant on Shadels’ computer, not trolling the internet.”
Gavin waves a hand impatiently. “The virus is done, the trolling came after because I was too wired to sleep.”
There it is. Ryan finds himself vaguely wondering if he should spike Gavin’s tea with nyquil and asks “how long ago was that, exactly?”
“Look, that’s not important, right? I’m trying to say we should sell merch!”
Definitely spiking his tea. “…merch. Of… a murderous gang.”
Gavin nods, clearly pleased that Ryan is, apparently, on the same page. He throws his arms out wide. “Of our gang! And I think we should start with your mask! Your fans will eat that up.”
“Okay, aside from that fact that a known serial killer should absolutely not have fans, you realise what a bad idea that is, right?” Ryan steels himself against Gavin’s puppy eyes as he physically deflates. “No, seriously, Gavin. My mask is my identifier. It’s my image. You really think people are going to be intimidated by it when every 15 year old tween with a weird obsession is wearing one?”
“Awww, but Ryan!” Gavin sidles up next to him so he can lean on his shoulder and looks up at him with - yup, there they are - sad puppy dog eyes. “Don’t you wanna see an army of little Vagabonds running around?”
“Dear god, no. That sounds terrifying.” Gavin looks, if possible, even sadder, and Ryan panics. “Uh, you want some tea?” He tries to stand but Gavin just holds onto his arm. He’s a twig next to Ryan’s more muscled build, and they both know he would never be able to actually hold Ryan still against his will. But, as always, Ryan relents and leans back against the couch with a sigh.
He did not used to be this easy to manipulate. Fucking brits and their stupid big eyes and nice hair and sexy accents.
“Alright, I’ll make you a deal,” Ryan starts, and Gavin immediately perks up. “First, you have some tea and get some damn sleep - “ Gavin groans, like a kid being told it’s his bedtime, but Ryan continues over him, “ - and after, we can maybe find something… else, to sell to our weirdo fans.”
“Not the mask?”
“Definitely not the mask,” Ryan says firmly.
Gavin seems to consider this for a moment, before finally letting go of Ryan’s arm and nodding. “Fine. Deal.”
Ryan is relieved and stands, determined to make Gavin that tea. He strides towards the kitchen and Gavin follows on his heels. “Hey Ryan?”
“What are your thoughts on selling shirts with your face paint design on them?”
“My - Gavin, no one even sees the face paint!”
“Well then why do you bloody put it on every time?!”
Ryan desperately tries to remember where they keep the Nyquil.
First off, Sam Winchester you are BADASS. You had a gaping bullet wound yet you managed to save your brothers ass.
Secondly, god dammit Dean, I thought we were past this selling your soul shit.
Thirdly, so much Cas paralleling. When that girl was crying about her husband/boyfriend dying and she said, “I just watched the man I love die, how do I move past that?” Dean’s face made me pause. Because yes he watched Sam kinda die but who else has Dean literally been bringing up every episode since he’s disappeared? Cas.
I liked the episode a lot, had me on the edge of my seat the whole time and fantastic acting done by Jensen and Jared both. Now I’m looking forward to seeing Cas again. Just when we thought the angels couldn’t hate him more? Well. Yeah…
Here’s the promo if you haven’t seen it or would like to re-watch 100 times like me.