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So, after lot of discussion and perusing metas dealing with these issues - I just kind of wanted to compile a summary of the obvious ways that Flynn’s behavior has replaced or contrasted with Wyatt’s behavior toward Lucy in the second season of Timeless.  

Before I go further though, I want to make it clear that I don’t hate Wyatt at all. I supported his choice to rekindle his relationship with his wife - it was consistent with his character from the entire first season and it was the obvious choice for him.  However, I very much dislike the way he treated Lucy after bringing Jessica into the bunker. This post is not meant to bash Wyatt as a character, but to paint a picture of the way the relationship dynamics have shifted.  I hope he develops in a meaningful way and changes for the better in season 3 (if NBC would just get the lead out of their asses and #RenewTimeless already!)

As I said, most or all of these have already been done and I am not trying to steal material from anyone or claiming credit for these ideas, just compiling it in one place.  

1) Wyatt metaphorically walks out of Lucy’s space (or heart) just as Flynn is walking into it. Scene: Episode 2.3 - Operation break Flynn out of jail succeeds. Flynn arrives at the bunker, sassy and ready to go.  Wyatt is unhappy, but Lucy tries to distract him by reminding him of their relationship.  Wyatt says sarcastically, “we’re already living together, so it’s a pretty big step”, as his phone chirps a message. She jokingly replies, “Yeah, so we’ve got nowhere to go but down.” (Foreshadowing, anyone?) He laughs, “That’s right”, then frowns when he reads the text message. Lucy asks “What’s wrong?”. “Nothing, I’ve got to go.” Minutes later, the klaxons announce that Wyatt has left.

2) Wyatt’s choices (which I support him for making) break Lucy’s heart, while Flynn spends the rest of the season trying to pull her back together - which could not be more perfectly illustrated than with the following clips from 2.4 and 2.10:

3) Wyatt is distant as he invests time in his wife, only resurfacing to occasionally berate Lucy for her choice of company (more on that later) and confuse her further with unclear intentions. Flynn, on the other hand, is just there for her - available for her when she needs him to be. 

4) Flynn is there for the little things, like buckling her up, while Wyatt is “taking up his personal days”. This was such a clever scene to add to the treasure trove of lovely Flynn/Lucy moments that are in 2.4. Wyatt was always buckling her in season 1, even when it was completely unnecessary.  Then, when she was unable to do so because of her injury, Flynn was there to do it.  It was a clear and purposeful message that the writers were putting forth: Flynn is there to do the things that Wyatt used to do. He is picking up the slack - filling the gaps left by Wyatt’s absence. At first, Lucy resists.  But Flynn isn’t forcing himself into her space, he’s just trying to help.

5) Wyatt constantly pushes his feelings/opinions/desires on Lucy, trying to control her, while Flynn allows her to make her own choices. 

Wyatt makes advances on her even when Jessica is just down the hall.  He does not know how to reestablish the boundaries of his and Lucy’s relationship. When it comes to Flynn, he has zero tolerance for her interactions with him.  Some will argue that this is simply because he doesn’t trust Flynn.  But if that were the case, it would mean that Wyatt no longer loves Lucy.  Hear me on this, if Wyatt was still in love with Lucy, of course he would be jealous of her spending the night with Flynn, regardless of what did or did not happen.  If his motivation is solely because he has reservations about Flynn’s character due to their past, then we must accept that he views Lucy as a friend only and was lying about still loving her.  We can’t have it both ways.  Either Wyatt is in love with her and is jealous of Flynn, or Wyatt cares for her as just a friend and simply distrusts Flynn.  

Flynn, on the other hand, does not invade Lucy’s space.  He doesn’t push himself on her.  He doesn’t try to fix her. He doesn’t tell her to stay away from Wyatt. He doesn’t take advantage of an emotionally compromised woman with a bottle of vodka sitting on his bed all night long - and it’s not because he’s not attracted to her.  He lets her come to him in her own time. He respects her.  He understands her.

6) Wyatt prioritizes Jessica (after he knows she is Rittenhouse) over the safety of Lucy and the rest of the team…Flynn gives up the chance to kill Emma, the new leader of Rittenhouse and the only pilot they have, to comfort Lucy.

Guys, this is huge.  First of all, I do not blame Wyatt for putting his wife and baby first before the safety of the team. He loves her more than anything or anyone.  She is the most important person to him, regardless of her loyalty to Rittenhouse (which we know is shaky enough to defy orders in order to spare Wyatt). So yes, I understand that he was willing to risk the others getting shot because he could not bring himself to hurt his wife, even if she was shooting at them.  

Flynn - the man whose wife and child were murdered in their home by Rittenhouse; the man who was prepared to kill and maim his way through history regardless of the consequences in order to bring down Rittenhouse; the man who was about to kill a kid who might (and did) become the next Rittenhouse heir; the man who was willing to give up literally everything, including his own life, to take down Rittenhouse - gave up the perfect opportunity to deal a crippling blow to his arch nemesis, to comfort the woman he loves.  Comfort.  Not even save.  Lucy was no longer in danger, Emma had been run off.  Though he was wounded, Emma was unarmed and Flynn still had enough bullets in his magazine to take her down.  He didn’t.  He prioritized Lucy over Rittenhouse.  If there was any doubt over what he was going to say when she asked him “Why are you here?”, there isn’t anymore.  He’s there because he loves her.  He proved that beyond a shadow of a doubt when he put her needs before his desire to save his family and take out Rittenhouse. 

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Cas had been warned many times about home intruders. He’d been nagged by his brother, Gabriel, until he’d consented to hiding a remarkably pointy sword under his bed for protection. He’d taken a criminology class, had learnt the ways of serial killers and how best to survive them. But despite it all, he had never imagined that he would ever be put to the test.

Now he knows that he made a very grave error of judgement.

It’s 7:03 a.m. when he hears the door creak open. He’s awake, just barely, but the heavy stomp of footsteps leading straight to his bedroom rouses him like nothing else. 

Cas stumbles out of bed. He squints, glares at the door for a moment because he’s been robbed of his morning coffee, but there are six seconds left before the serial killer enters and that’s only just enough time to dive for the sword under his bed.

There’s only one problem, though.

Cas is naked.

For a moment, he stands there, frozen. He values his life but also his dignity, and he knows that he only has enough time to either pull on his pants or grab the sword—not both. Another two seconds pass. The intruder’s hand meets the doorknob. 

Cas chooses his life.

What happens next is the story that will have Cas dying of mortification at every family gathering.

As soon as the door opens, Cas leaps into the air, swinging his sword wildly in warning swipes. The serial killer, dressed oddly like a firefighter, stumbles back, falls flat on his ass when he sees the naked man wielding his deadly weapon, and Cas jumps on top of him, straddling him while he brings his blade to the man’s throat.

“You’re not going to murder me,” Cas growls, defiant, just as the man babbles, “Please don’t kill me!”

Cas blinks.

“I’m Dean,” the firefighter says, and then Cas realizes what he’s done.

.

The man explains how he’s here to inspect the apartment’s fire extinguishers. Apparently the whole complex got the e-mail, Dean tells him, and launches into a long explanation, which starts off with a lot of stammering because Dean still seems to be in shock about his almost untimely demise, and during which Cas is acutely aware of the fact that he’s still straddling the man without any clothes on.

Oh.

And the sword.

Cas…still…has…the…sword.

Cas removes it from Dean’s neck, lays it down on the carpet, and promptly wants to die.

30.“I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!” “And I’m trying to subtly avoid it!” 44.“I saved your life.” “You pushed me off a building.”

*

Ever since that ghost hunt in Topeka, things had gotten awkward between Dean and Cas.

The hunt itself had been easy enough, a simple salt and burn. Yet there had been a moment where Cas was led to believe Dean had been fatally shot when in fact it’d just been a graze. He’d been frantic in getting Dean out of the building, his hands looking Dean’s body over with a panicked care that had shocked Dean to silence. And when Cas had realized Dean was in no particular danger, he’d heaved a breath of relief that sent him collapsing into Dean’s arms and…

They never talked about what happened after.

Which was partially Dean’s fault – he’d still been full of adrenalin and he needed to make sure Sam was okay and that the ghost really was gone and so the kiss had kinda gotten lost in the chaos of it all.

But mainly it was Cas’ fault, really. Because he was proving to be a hell of one slippery bastard. Whenever Sam left the room, the tell-tale flutter of wings wasn’t far behind. Whenever Dean turned to him with an inauspicious “So….,” on his tongue, it fell on deaf ears, or more precisely, on empty air. A guy with a built-in getaway car was decidedly hard to corner.

It wasn’t until the next hunt that Dean finally got a real chance to.

For example:

*at a witness’ house*

Witness: *sees Deans wedding ring* You must have a very lovely lady waiting for you.

Dean, giving Cas a shit eating grin: Sure do.

Cas: *death glare*

Or

Bartender: What do you say you and I get out of here?

Cas: Sorry, I’m married.

Bartender: Well, as long as they’re not here…

Dean, trying not to blow his cover but still hopelessly jealous: ADULTERY IS A CRIME

Or

Waiter: Are you two a couple?

Dean: We’re br-

Sam, purposely being over dramatic: How dare you? He is a married man!

Or

Sam, stumbling in to find Dean asleep on the couch: Dean?

Dean: Me and Cas had a fight.

Sam: Why did he get the bed? He doesn’t sleep.

Dean, realization dawning: That little-

Or even

Dean: I’m married Sammy.

Cas in S12E07: “Dean, plaid is not sexy.”

Dean in S12E08

Dean in S12E10

Dean in S12E19

I really don’t want to be that person, but ever since Cas let slip he doesn’t like Dean’s ‘lumberjack’ look, Dean’s stopped wearing plaid around him (Sam hasn’t, because why would he?). I mean, I don’t know what happens in between episodes, and apparently a lot does, but on screen, every single time Dean’s been with Cas after Rock Never Dies he’s chosen to wear a ‘normal’ shirt.

The only exception is S12E12, but, whatever, I’ll forgive that episode anything.

And, of course, for the purpose of this post costumes don’t count, so I haven’t included suits or anything, but just as a reminder, this is what Dean changed into after Cas’ bad-tempered comment - and I’m willing to bet half my liver those were not random clothes he had in his duffel - he went out and bought them, because lumberjack? I’ll show you who’s a fucking lumberjack. Dick.

Thank you, Mr. Haigis: How one Greenfield resident changed two young boys’ lives

By MISHA COLLINS Published: 3/1/2019 2:02:23 PM

When I was 10 years old in 1984, my family was so financially strapped that my mother, my little brother Sasha and Bear, our black Labrador Retriever-Shepherd mix, lost our subsidized apartment on Pleasant Street in Greenfield.

After spending a couple of seasons in a tent in the woods north of town, we moved into an office space on the second floor of an old brick building on Federal Street. We had no shower, no kitchen and no windows, and we had to keep quiet after business hours because we weren’t supposed to be sleeping there.

On the plus side, rent was only $75 a month and I loved that we were right upstairs from the New Inkwell News, where I could buy Tootsie Rolls for a penny. I think we were getting by on $300 per month, plus food stamps.

We had moved often, and had just settled in Greenfield when I was 9. My brother and I switched schools yearly, so my natural awkwardness was compounded by always being the new kid. If you’ve ever seen the movie “About a Boy,” I was the boy — dressing wrong, singing too loudly, trying to win acceptance in all the wrong ways.

But to help support my family, I got a job delivering newspapers for the Greenfield Recorder. Every afternoon, I’d deliver papers to about 40 houses on High Street and every Saturday, I’d collect cash from my customers. Of the $1.25 I collected, the Recorder got a dollar and I kept 25 cents, plus any tips.

One Saturday, when my little brother was tagging along on my route, we stopped to knock on the door of a large, well-kept, yellow Victorian, because the owner had forgotten his payment envelope. I remember how much I dreaded asking the forgetful grownups for money — but if they didn’t pay, it came out of my pocket, so I mustered my courage and rapped on the door.

An overweight man in his late 60s answered.

“I’m Mr. Haigis,” he told us. “What are your names?”

“Sasha and Misha,” we replied. He asked if we were Russian. I said that we weren’t sure, though we knew our mother liked Russia.

He said, “Well, that’s an important thing to know, where you came from. You should ask your parents.”

I informed him that our mother was English and Irish — I knew that from St. Patrick’s Day — “so if we are Russian, it’s from my dad. He lives in Boston.”

The old man stood there staring at us, contemplating something profound. Finally he said, “You boys want to come in for a soda?” Of course we did.

So he sat us on elegant upholstered chairs with “Masterpiece Theatre” on the television, and brought us Tab colas and saltines.

Over the next couple of years, we spent countless afternoons in John Haigis Jr.’s garage. He taught us the Cyrillic alphabet, Chinese characters, how to build electrical circuits, how to whittle balsa wood and how radio towers worked. He owned Greenfield’s FM radio station, WHAI, was a veteran of World War II and his father had been editor and publisher of the Greenfield Recorder.

All summer long, Mr. Haigis spent his time with us. He took us out to restaurants like Friendly’s that our family could never afford to splurge on and buy us Fribbles. He’d spin stories for us about his own childhood in Greenfield, or talk to us about his diabetes. We’d watch “Nova” with him on PBS. He also drove us out to the municipal airport to see the planes.

He made us feel like little princes — important and loved.

In 1988, Sasha and I stopped by to drop off Christmas presents for Mr. Haigis. Once again standing on the porch of that yellow Victorian, we knocked on the door. His wife answered.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said. “John passed away. You didn’t know?”

Then she cried in her doorway. And we cried back.

I hope he knew what he meant to us. One Saturday, he saw two little boys on welfare, far from their father, standing on his porch, and he opened his door and changed our lives. I know it’s late, but thank you, Mr. Haigis.

If you examine the gif below you can clearly see by Jensen’s face that he was doing something with his arm/hand off the frame and by how the camera quickly cuts to Jared’s face.

(And can we mourn yet again the loss of her old blog? Follow here here now please!!)

I know that effectively this still makes it the word of a few fans against anyone who decides to doubt them (which is fine! Make your own choices!) but I feel persuaded.

Jensen didn’t spend five episodes delivering us a perfect grieving spouse arc for nothing—he wanted that amazement, tenderness, and love in the reunion too. And you can kind of see his hand going up to Misha. (Jensen’s desire to touch Misha’s face >>> direction to play the scene less romantic…that’s just a rule of life.)

I’m just wildly conjecturing now but maybe he was also disappointed by the no-homo “pal” thing? Like, he’s good enough to deliver it so that doesn’t clunk and yet IT DID! Same thing with “Cas, if you are a friend of mine” in 14x12. And, yeah, we joked that if THIS was “understated” what the heck happened otherwise but…like…this. This did. It makes much better sense of Jensen’s comment.

you don’t fall in love with their soft cheeks, you fall in love with how that person looks when they touch that other person’s soft cheeks. you don’t fall in love with their eye colour, you fall in love with them knowing it about each other. it’s not their thighs that make you go crazy, it’s imagining that person admiring those thighs. you don’t cry because they don’t love you, you cry because the pain you imagine they’re going through hurts you too. the butterflies having fun at a rollercoaster in your tummy are from the eye contact between those two people on your screen.

Jensen: Hey, Misha…what are you doing over here by yourself?

Cockles killing me…and bonus Misha head boop on Jensen♡ 

Seriously, though, here is Jensen talking about something he is salty about and barely tolerates (the final fight scene with Michael and Lucifer in 13x23):

And here is Jensen “barely tolerating” Sera Gamble spewing bullshit to cover Misha’s departure from the show at SDCC 2011 (from this wonderful gifset that goes on a LOT longer):

Do any of these expressions turn up when Jensen is around Misha on set, in panels, or hanging out as friends? Do they BALLS!!! Jensen is the smiliest kit-cat in the ever-loving world when he’s spending quality time with Misha.

Even Grumpy Cat Jensen who mugs for cameras doesn’t ever look like he’s “tolerating” Misha (more like he’s barely tolerating a photo):

“Wow, you guys are such a cute couple!”

Dean immediately tenses, though Cas is too busy blushing to notice.

“We’re actually… not,” he says awkwardly, giving an apologetic smile to the waitress. “A couple, I mean.”

Now it’s the waitress who looks flustered. “Oh god, I’m so embarrassed! I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t make things awkward. Y'all just looked so cozy, sittin’ together on the bench and sharing that slice o’ pie. My mistake!”

And then she hurries away from the table. Not that Cas can blame her. He too has wanted to flee a situation where he’s had to put his foot in his mouth for some poorly timed or conceived comment.

As far as Cas is concerned, that’s that. A minor bump in the road as they figure out how to pick up Azazel’s trail now that they’ve jumped times again. The creature is an adept at changing times, whereas even a seasoned time officer like Cas has difficulties adjusting and finding the newly formed wrinkles in the timeline caused by visitors who simply don’t belong.

It takes another few minutes for Cas to notice that Dean looks completely pale, nervously scanning the diner like he’s sure of an imminent attack.

“Dean, are you okay-?”

“We should go, right?” He sounds absolutely terrified.

Cas frowns. “Why?” He looks around. He can’t see what’s gotten Dean so riled up, but he trusts his instincts. While Dean is by no means an ideal partner - taking on someone so closely connected to the creature he’s tracking is never a good plan, especially not when said partner is from the past - he has proven amazingly sharp at noticing when things are *wrong*. Though Cas sees nothing amiss, he is now on high alert.

“That waitress,” Dean hisses. “She thought we’re a couple.”

“Yes…” he says, still assessing the other occupants of the diner. “What does that have to do with-?”

“If people think we’re together, we’re going to get our asses kicked, is what’s up,” Dean says, his words spit out as if he hates admitting it out loud and if he hates that Cas hasn’t inferred it already.

And then Cas is painfully reminded of when Dean is from, that Dean is not in any way used to people not caring about his sexuality. That his attraction to men - which he *must* have, given how viscerally he’s reacted, like he knows all too well what happens next - is not something to hide and fear.

“Oh Dean,” he says with far too much feeling. “Dean, we’re safe. No one here, in this time, minds. Well, I suppose I shouldn’t say no one, but very few people do and would be foolish to say so out loud.” He offers a shy smile. “It’s okay, I promise.”

Dean relaxes a little, though not completely. He too trusts Cas, but it’s hard to override so much first hand experience. “You sure?”

“Dean, I could hold your hand or lean across this table to kiss you and no one would bat an eye. At least not more so than when other couples engage in public displays of affection.” And then hastily, “Not that we’re a couple. I’m well aware that we’re not, it was merely-”

“So if we went to a motel right now and asked for a room, no one would give two shits?”

“No, they would not-”

Dean’s out of the bench and thumbing some cash onto the table.

“What are you doing-?”

“Here I’ve been keeping my hands to myself like a damn gentleman because I didn’t want to get you in trouble, and now I find out that don’t matter? We’re getting a damn room and we’re gonna be extra loud because apparently we *can* be.”