AN: I was not at all joking about having a ton of these backed up! I didn't quite mean to go back to New Orleans so quickly, but I am also playing a very delicate game with posting these. Some of them have some pretty big spoilers for the main fic, so I'm trying to avoid posting those for now. Hopefully the fact that it's different characters interacting will makeup for the fact that it's in NOLA again.

Thank you to the anon who left a review, I really appreciate it! The only thing I'll say re: Dean's jealousy is that has more to do with the uncertainty of their relationship than anything else, but I promise, by the time Dean and Elena get together, they will have an actual conversation about that kind of thing.

Enjoy!

Addendum: Outtakes

Referenced in Ch. 14

New Orleans III

Louisiana: October 2015

Dean's never been crazy about Voodoo related cases, but he can't help but notice that it always seems to go wrong when it's someone who shouldn't even be messing with Voodoo in the first place. In this case, it was three sorority girls who couldn't pronounce half of what they were messing with, let alone do it right.

Normally cases that involve sorority girls are his favorite, but it's hard to enjoy it when it's a case that could've easily been avoided if one of them bothered to care that Voodoo is a closed religion. As it stands, he's taken care of the hell those misguided girls released, and now all he wants is a drink, his partner back from visiting her brother, and his dad to answer his damn phone.

Since the other two are out of his control, he settles for a drink. He ends up in some bar called Rousseau's. Jeremy's at a night class so Elena's texting him the story of the absolutely wild Halloween party they went to and he's thinking vaguely that he should've gone with her to Brooklyn instead of taking this case.

He's so absorbed in her story – in her, truthfully – that he barely notices when someone sits down next to him.

and that's how Jeremy made $6,000

by drunkenly sketching a picture of this old socialite's dog

the dog was wearing a Snooki wig btw

maybe I should've started with that

He's laughing before she even sends the pictures – one of the dog in the wig, one of Jeremy's absolutely flawless sketch of it, and one of the little old biddy holding her dog in one arm and clutching the picture in her other, weeping like she just saw the goddamn Mona Lisa – but the pictures send him right over the edge.

He laughs so hard tears come out of his eyes and he although his phone buzzes several more times he can't actually stop laughing long enough to check.

"That must be the funniest meme in the world," the person next to him says.

He shakes his head, trying to get his bearings.

Eventually he calms down enough to clearly see the man behind him, a handsome black man who is watching him with bemusement.

He's attracted the attention of a few of the patrons and one of the bartenders, but most of them are drunk enough to lose interest quickly.

"I swear I'm not wacked," he says, scrubbing the tears off his face, vaguely embarrassed and wondering if Elena told him this story specially because she knows he's in public right now. "My partner just told me this story about a Halloween party she went to with her brother."

The man raises an eyebrow. "Must've been a good one."

Dean holds back a burst of laughter, nodding instead of answering.

The man still looks skeptical, so Dean brings up the photo of the dog in the Snooki wig to show him.

The man starts laughing then too, not quite as hard as Dean, but hard enough to make him feel a little less embarrassed.

He's explaining about Jeremy making six grand just for sketching a picture of the dog when his phone vibrates again.

With an apology he turns his attention back to his phone, seeing that Elena has sent more pictures from the party. He scrolls back to the messages he missed in his laughing fit.

I really thought we'd have the best costumes there

but that dog totally upstaged us

The pictures are of Elena and Jeremy in costume, both dressed beautifully in Victorian clothing, Jeremy with a surprisingly realistic faux-mustache and both siblings are clutching wooden stakes that Dean knows bear the Gilbert trademark.

He doesn't need Elena's caption to know who they're dressed as: Mina Harker and Dr. Van Helsing.

After the photo of the two of them there's one of Jeremy sketching and looking more than just drunk, and one of him stroking his mustache. There's one of Elena doing shots and one where she's glancing back over her shoulder, looking utterly bewitching in her green Victorian walking dress.

If it isn't my favorite vampire hunter, Mina Harker!

Jeremy looks pretty badass too

and more than drunk, if I'm honest

where in the hell did you guys get those costumes?

they look legit

you didn't rob the met without me did you?

'cause I might never forgive you if you did

He shoots off the texts quickly. He looks at the picture of Elena looking over her shoulder again.

"These pictures don't seem quite as funny as Snooki the Yorkie," his bar neighbor observes.

Dean smiles, uncomfortably aware that he must've given some of himself away when he looked at the picture of Elena glowing in green.

"Uh, some of 'em are," he says. "Just trying to figure out why she said her dress is arsenic green, that's all," he adds, covering for himself.

"May I?" he asks.

"Uh, sure," Dean says, showing him the picture of Elena.

The man nods. "I thought so. Like she said, it's modeled after a Victorian walking dress. Back then, they used arsenic as green fabric dye. Whoever created the dress did an excellent job of mimicking that shade of green."

"No shit," Dean says, shaking his head at the idea of a dress dyed with a now commonly known poison.

The man waves for another round of drinks as another round of messages from Elena roll in.

yeah he's crossfaded AF lol

Jer's upstairs neighbor makes costumes for broadway

she let us raid her stash

the stakes are ours, obviously ;)

I'd never rob a famous museum without my Quincey!

Dean relays the content of the second message through snickers over the content of the first. The last one makes him smile in a way that's almost as embarrassing as the warmth settling into his chest.

The man watches the light seems to fill his face as he looks at his phone.

"So how long have you been in love with Miss Mina Murray, Mr. Harker?" the man asks, lightly framing it in pretty much the only literary terms Dean understands.

"Actually, 'Mina' says I'm more of a Quincey," Dean responds, expertly dodging the question.

The man laughs. "I can see that," he says. "So?" he prompts, clearly not distracted.

Dean is reluctant to answer – both because he's still coming to terms with it himself, and because the memory of that epiphany is still seared into him like the molten-blade he pressed to her poisoned flesh.

"Long enough," he answers instead, surprising himself with his honesty. Maybe it's because he's a stranger, or maybe it's just that he's never gotten to admit it out loud before. He's only ever thought it in those desperate moments as her heartbeat slowed beneath his fingertips. In the dark of night, the heat of her beside him in bed, trying desperately to think of anything else.

"Well, Quincey didn't get the girl, but he at least had the balls to ask," the man reminds him.

Dean shrugs. "Quincey wanted the wrong girl," he reminds him. "Lucy's not really my type."

"That's beside the point. All metaphors aside, you're not gonna get anywhere in life if you can't ask for what you want."

Dean looks away, taking a long drink of his beer.

"I don't even know how she feels about me," he admits finally.

The man levels him with a look. "You're never gonna know if you don't ask," he says evenly.

Dean snorts. "No shit."

"You said she's your partner?" he asks.

Dean nods. "Yeah."

The man scrutinizes him critically. "Not a business partner, and not romantic one either," he guesses correctly. He grins at him knowingly. "Not that romance is off the table, if you'd just get your shit together," he adds.

Dean doesn't respond to his baiting so he continues.

"Judging by the quality of those stakes, I'd guess you're hunting partners."

Dean raises an eyebrow, not necessarily surprised – it is New Orleans, after all – but maybe a little taken aback at him bringing it up just like that in a crowded bar to a perfect stranger.

"Relax," the man says with a chuckle. "We don't have a problem, man, I promise."

Dean considers him, the quality of everything he wears and the ease that he exudes, coupled with his knowledge of Victorian fashion.

"Don't we?" he asks pointedly.

The man shakes his head. "Nah, we don't." He grins at him. "I ain't a problem you need to solve, man." He tips his head to him respectfully before adding, "Although I do gotta thank you for taking care of those Voodoo-wannabe sorority girls. Stuff like that just pisses me off."

Dean leans back. "So you know who I am?"

The man nods. "You're Dean Winchester, I'm a big fan." Before Dean can ask, he introduces himself. "Marcel Gerard, believe it or not, we've got friends in common."

Dean looks as doubtful as he feels. "Yeah?" He files the name away, sure that it means something

Marcel nods. "Yeah. And I respect my friends' friends." He leans in just a little. "Do you?"

Dean nods slowly. "Sure," he says, never taking his eyes off him.

Seeing that Dean isn't going to let up his guard, Marcel stands to leave.

"Have a good rest of your night, drinks are on me."

Dean stops him. "So you're leaving just like that?"

Marcel spreads his arms, an open book. "I only came here to meet you. I like to know my friends are in good hands."

Hiding his confusion, Dean responds. "Well, what's the consensus?"

Marcel just smiles, reaching out to tap Dean's phone. "You should tell your partner how you feel," with that he's gone.

Dean picks up his phone to respond to Elena's texts, not sure what he's going to say, but none the less certain that it will be life-changing.

Before he can think of what to say, he sees that he has two new notifications, neither from Elena. There's a missed call and a new voicemail, both from his dad.

AN: Honestly, I could write an entire story just about Elena and Jeremy's adventures in NYC. It's unquestionably my favorite city in the world, and I never get tired of writing about it or going there. It might just be me, but I've always thought that Dean and Marcel would get along famously. Also no, that wasn't a continuity error, Marcel did lie to Elena about what happened when he met Dean. He's a good friend, but he's not that good. Also, again, I swear, Ch. 18 of Addendum is coming so soon, I have it all planned. Questions? Thoughts? Please leave a review!

xoxo

-Pixie