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A Time to Be Alive

Summary: The Men of Letters… What a bunch of dicks. Sadly, your father is one of those dicks, and it’s your destiny to live within the labyrinth of hallways while he gets to work with all the cool magic. But apparently destiny isn’t set in stone.

A/N: I’ve been thinking about this for a while, so I just decided to write it! Hope you guys enjoy!

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Master of None - “Parents”

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okay though if there’s anything that struck me on rewatching the first Cap movie it’s how much Steve and Bucky are such assholes to each other and it’s amazing

and like can you just imagine recovered!Bucky and Steve going on missions together and Steve being like

“wow Buck that thing you did there was actually kind of smart, all the stupid must’ve grown out in your hair”

and Bucky being all

“you might not know this, Steve, but there’s this thing we say these days that might be really useful for you to know and it goes like this: go fuck yourself”

and all the other avengers looking at each other like we read about you in history books, you are national heroes, what even

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NEW ‘CIVIL WAR’ CHARACTER POSTERS!

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HIS FACE WHEN THEY ASKED THIS

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# me

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“ What’s going on? ”

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Newt | The Maze Runner

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Requested by @serahblacksnape

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guys please, I cannot answer all 0 messages

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i'm so happy that you do sherlock stuff too^^ it would be perfect if you could write one where y/n is in a secret relationship with sherlock and nobody knows about it. one day y/n's in his flat, solving a case with him (john went somewhere, for coffee or sth) but he comes back and sees them both. then they get a phone call from lestrade and since the relationship's not a secret anymore Sherlock takes you to the crime scenes too and can you please, please do donovans reaction to the 'news'? thanx

Heyho, thank you for your request! I differed a teensy bit from your request, I’m terribly sorry. But it was easier for me to write this way, since I am a little bit stressed in the moment! I hope you like it nonetheless! :)Here you go!

“So the flatwas hermetically sealed, the guy hung himself. No letter, no signs ofphysical abuse.”“These are the facts, yes. Policethinks it’s suicide.”“But if it would have been asuicide, Lestrade wouldn’t have called you”, you concluded,which earned you a smile from Sherlock. “Obviously.”

“So, whatmade him think different”, you asked while scanning thepictures. “He seemed to be a friend of this man. Furthermore heclaimed that it wouldn’t fit his character. All was fine in his job,he had a family, friends…all this boring stuff.”

You shrugged.“That doesn’t mean anything.” You just didn’t get why hewas so excited about this. People killed themselves every day out ofa lot of reasons. Sherlock’s smile grew even wider. “I mean evenif he was happy, he’s – wait.”

Suddenly youpaused. Something had aroused your interest.

“What’sthis?” Mentally you cursed, that you had contented yourself withphotos, instead of being able to see the real place.

Sherlock stoodright behind you glancing over your shoulder. “Exactly”, hewhispered, smiling like a little boy who just got offered candy. “Isee”, you whispered, turning your face away from the photos, toface Sherlock. “This is going to be fun.”

“Where’sJohn?”, you asked while making another cup of tea for you andSherlock. You glanced at your watch. It was nearly four.

“Hm?”,Sherlock looked up from one of the pictures. “Oh, I don’t know,I didn’t listen.”Defeated you let out a sigh. This part ofhim would never change.

A few months agoyou had became involved in a murder case. You didn’t do it, andyou surely could prove that. Nonetheless the police needed you for astatement of witness, which, to your great annoyance, had obliged youto answer all of the questions the police asked you. But suddenlythe interrogator changed. The elderly officer went away to talk withhis superior, and all of a sudden a younger man, maybe around 30,with dark curly hair and bluish-green eyes sat down infront of you.And this should you remember as the moment you had met SherlockHolmes.

Of course youhadn’t known who the person in front of you had been, but there wasone thing you had known. Though he introduced himself as a lowerpolice worker, you immediately knew that he was lying. Although youhad to admit that he had been a brilliant actor. Almost you wouldhave believed him, weren’t there this sparkle in his eyes. The way helooked at you, like he would scan you completely, finding out everysingle thing of you, just with one look. This hadn’t been a normalpolice officer. But you had decided to play his little game. Afterall you had wanted to know where this could get you. 

“Thankyou. Your testimony will be of great use for our investigations.”

“Will it?”,you asked, looking directly into the man’s eyes.  “Are you actually helping the police here? Or are youjust having fun?”

For a short secondyou had seen his eyebrow twitch slightly, but in the next second asmile had formed on his face. He had realised that it wouldn’tmake any sense to continue his little play, since you hadobviously figured it out already. And with this conversation theweird friendship between you and the consulting detective hadstarted.

It was a few months later. It had been an awfullly normal day, and you were in your flat, sitting on the sofa andreading a book. As suddenly someone had knocked on the door. Loud andstrong. Immediately you’d sat up straight. You were expectingnobody.

Slowly you’d madeyour way over to the door, while the person outside was stillknocking quickly, now shouting your name. “(Y/n)! Open!”

Instantly you’dmoved faster. You would recognise this voice out of millions. “GoodLord, Sherlock, what’s wrong?”, you had asked, slightlypanicking. What on earth could have brought Sherlock Holmes to knockhim out of his stride in such an extent. Quickly you opened thedoor. “Sherlock, what’s – ”, you had started, but gotinterrupted, as he suddenly had stormed inside your flat, pulling youwith him. You had wanted to shout at him, but in the next moment hislips were laying on yours.

Completely takenby surprise, you needed a moment, before you brain processed whatactually had been going on.But as soon as you had graspedit, you wrapped your hands around his neck, returning the kiss. You’d moved your lips against his, passionate, nearly urging, yet had felt his lips incredibly soft. But much too soon, Sherlock had pulled away from you. You, again completely startled, had looked at him,while his eyes had moved rapidly, scanning your face. In the next momenthe’d pulled out a mirror, checking his own facial features.

By all you couldthink of, you didn’t have the slightest clue what he had been doing.And if it hadn’t been Sherlock that stood right in front of you,you’d had definitely questioned his sanity.

“Sherlock?”,you had asked, meanwhile rather annoyed than puzzled. “Whatexactly was your plan?”

But he didn’tanswer. Instead he had just cursed silently under his breath.“Sherlock!”, you had demanded again, this time louder. Andthis time he had finally reacted. “It seems like I just foundout something groundbraking”, he said, turning back to you.“Andthat would be?”

“You love me,(y/n).”

Suddenly your heart had made a rather unpleasant jump inside your chest, but you tried your bestnot to react. Instead you had just looked at him. After all, youalways had known, that he’d eventually find out. “And thisis why you stormed into my flat, kissed me and started cursing?”,you had asked back, instead. There had been no need to confirm hisstatement. He already knew it. “No, there is anotherproblem.”

You had furledyour brows, thinking. And suddenly you had realised what he meant.Why he had kissed you, why he had checked your face, why he hadbrought the mirror.

Eyes wide open,never thought, that he’d be capable for these kind of feelings, youlooked at him, before silently stating what he meant. “Youlove me, too.”

And this wasbasically how you and Sherlock had started your own, though sometimes alittle weird relationship. And most of the time you were actuallyhappy, at least, if you excluded the one thing that was startlingyou. No one knew of your relationship.  And first this had beenalright to you. Just as time went on, you didn’t want to hide itanymore. Your relationship wasn’t normal, and you didn’t want it tobe, but still this annoyed you.Carefully you placed the teacups on the small table in the living room, taking another glance onyour watch. “Something new?”, you asked, stepping besidehim to get a better look on the pictures. He didn’t answer. Again. 

With asigh you took the pictures from him and without a second glance you threw them on the small table. “We have to go back to the crime scene.Glaring at these picture for a thousandth time is not going to help.Especially because I am going to go insane, if I have to. I need anew point of view.”

Now that you hadsnatched away what had kept him busy, his attention was fully cast onyou. “Do you want to say I have missed something?”, he asked, hiseyebrow raised. You just shrugged, placing your arms around hisneck. “Even Sherlock Holmes sometimes misses something.”Heopened his mouth, probably to contradict you, but before he couldstart talking, you quickly pressed your lips onto his. Sherlockreturned the kiss, but was pretty close turning it into a battle. Apparently he really was mad that you had just doubted his abilities as consultingdetective. 

He had just wrapped his arms around your waist, as suddenly amuffled thud ripped you out of the moment.Immediately you brokethe kiss and spun around, though you already knew who would be standing in the doorway. 

“John”, Sherlock simply stated,also looking at the person, that had just dropped his coat, obviously in a slight state of shock. Surprisereflected from John’s face, while his gazed switched from you toSherlock and again back to you.

“So.”John cleared his throat, after a moment of silence. “You twoare…”

A small smileplayed around the corners of your mouth, as John was drawing his ownconsequences. Not a second later, Sherlock’s gaze flicked over to you. “Oh”,he exclaimed. “For how long did you plan this!”, he shouted, a mix outof anger and surprise resonating in his voice . Not many peoplemanaged to trick him, but you had directly tied on his weakpoint.

You just shrugged, looking as innocent as you could. "I don’t know what you are talking about”, youanswered, grabbing your coat from the sofa.“But it’s getting late. I betterget going now.”And after placing a small peck on Sherlock’scheek, you quickly made your way outside of221b Baker Street, leaving Sherlock alone with John.

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“Since whenis she coming with us to the crime scene again?”, John askedSherlock, right after (y/n) had climbed out of the cab.

“Well, she ismore use for the case, if she directly sees the murder scene, insteadof just pictures.”John didn’t really seem persuaded by thatanswer. “No, no, that’s not it. You could have taken herearlier.” Sherlock’s face stayed expressionless. “Policeis usually not very fond of too many people contaminating the crimescene.”Just as Sherlock started to climb out of the cab, hehesitated. “Furthermore she is a lot more useful than Andersonor Donovan”, he added, which immediately earned him a loud chuckle of John. “Now I got it!”, he exmed, shaking his head. “It’s not that she’s moreuseful that way, you simply want to boast with her.”

Sherlock inhaleddeeply, faking a smile. “Don’t be ridiculous, John.” Andwith these words he finally climbed out of the cab, following (y/n)into the building. John watched for a moment, before also following,still a small smile playing around his lips.

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“And sheis?”, Donovan asked, obviously not very fond to see you. “Isnow everyone allowed to just go in and out of our crime scenes as helikes?”“Apparently”, Lestrade started, steppingbeside her. “He can think better when she’s around.”Donovanseemed sceptical. You still could feel her disapproving gaze on yourback.  "Furthermore…“ He made a small pause, shaking hishead slightly. He himself couldn’t really believe, what he would saynext. ”…She seems to be his girlfriend.“

DisbelievingDonavans mouth snapped open. "Wait. What?” She eyed youand Sherlock kneeling on the ground together, examining the body, while whisperingsmall pieces of information to another. 

“The psycho has gothimself a girlfriend?”

Almost simultaneously you and Sherlocklifted your head. “High – functioning sociopath, Donovan”,you answered, a smile playing on the corners of your mouth. Andbefore turning your attention back to the crime scene, you could seeSherlock also smiling slightly to himself. 

“Do yourresearch.”

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“Sure, we’ll help you out. We’ll be there in two hours.” Taking a deep breath you placed your mobile phone back into your pocket, while turning your attention back on your laptop, to look for more information about the case.

A few days ago you spotted an article in a local newspaper. People vanishing without explanation and sudden piles of blood, flesh and other… mortal remains appearing. Well, actually the person didn’t vanish and the piles of human chunk didn’t appear suddenly. Let’s say, they more likely did some kind of transformation.

You suspected either demons or vampires. In the last time, they liked to experiment. On your last hunt you learned, that the demons and the vampires suddenly seemed to have something against each other. Demons trying to turn human blood unbearable for the vampires, vampires trying to find a way how to split the demon from the body once it entered, without letting him escape. At first you had smiled a bit at the thought of vampires and demons fighting each other. It was basically just them, getting two jobs done for you at once. Less vampires, less demons, and you didn’t have to lift a finger. But soon enough they stopped concentrating on each other directly, and instead started to attack innocent people for their little experiments. And this was certainly something, that you wouldn’t accept. Never and nowhere. As in this case, near Colorado.

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Let me see your mind

Part 1/? Author: see-the-fandom-imagines Warnings: very light swearing, hallucinations Word Count: 2373 Summary: Sam begins having hallucinations Author’s note: So, after seeing ‘Imagine being able to free Sam from Lucifer’s presence, at least for a few hours’, I got a request, asking for a full story to that. And what can I say, I absolutely loved the idea and immediately started writing. So here you go, I really hopw you like it. Obviously I orientated a lot at the episodes, especially the ones including Lucifer, so there are a lot of shorter time skips, I at least tried to overplay. I hope you’re alright with this, if not, please let me know! 

Tired you ran a hand over your face. You were sitting inside Bobby’s house, right next to Sam’s bed. Since Castiel had snapped and declared that he’d be your new God, Sam was unconscious and, damn, he sure was heavy. Since you, or more precisely, Dean, had managed to lay him down onto one of the beds in Bobby’s house, he had barely moved an inch. Just his chest lifted and lowered rhytmically under the blanket you covered him with. While Sam was sleeping, you had helped Dean and Bobby fixing their wounds and afterwards gritted your teeth as Dean put a few stitches onto your own scratches. Once everyone was treated you had immediately gone back to Sam’s room to take care of him. The cut on his hand definitely needed treatment, and since he was unconscious anyways you quickly stitched him up, and bandaged him. Even though an infection would have been the least evil right now, you definitely wouldn’t need it at the time being.

Now you were reading a book, sitting next to him, occasionally looking if something had changed. Normally you wouldn’t watch him sleep, desperately waiting for him to wake up. But this time it was different. This time the wall in his head had broken down, and none of you had the slightest clue what that meant. For Sam, and for you all. 

There was an awful lot you didn’t knew. Just one thing was sure for you right now. Sam was having nightmares. You could sense that. 

You never really found out why, but you had some kind of talent concerning emotions, and auras. In fact, you could sense people’s feelings, dreams; sometimes, if you concentrated enough even read their thoughts. 

And it didn’t stop at people. It worked with demons, too. And, of course, with angels. A cold shudder went down your spine, as you remembered the dark aura that had filled the room, after Castiel had declared himself God. Usually his aura was impressive. Gigantic, filling up almost every room – but it had been pure and if he was around, you always felt somehow protected by it. 

This time, though, you thought it would crush you, smother you, without hesitation. He wanted you to love him, saying he’d be merciful and good, but he himself was surrounded by nothing than hate, obsession and megalomania. 

Quickly you shook your head, trying to get rid of the feeling that you gained, thinking about this terrifying moment. Right now you had to stay at least a little bit positive, at least if you wanted Sam to get rid of these nightmares.  Carefully you closed your book, before placing it on the table next to you. You stood up, making your way over to your sleeping boyfriend, and gently you placed your hand on his forehead. Concentrating on the feeling of your fingertips softly brushing over his skin, slowly building a connection between you and him, you closed your eyes, and thought of the few happy memories you could gather. Most of them included random moments with Sam and Dean. Movie nights, pranks you pulled on each other, Sam and your first kiss… Slowly your opened your eyes again, taking your hand from his head. A soft smile made its way on your face, as you could sense his dreams becoming more pleasant. Quietly you bowed down to him, carefully planting a gentle kiss on his forehead.   „Sweet dreams, Sammy.“

„(Y/n)?“, you heard a husky voice whisper your name. Immediately you put your book down, kneeling next to Sam’s bed. „Hey, how are you?“, you asked, slowly helping him to sit up straight. Sam held his head with his left hand, his eyes squinched shut, still not used to the light in the room. He took a deep breath, before looking around, stopping at you, an exhausted smile appearing on his face. „I’m fine. Actually.“ You raised your eyebrow. „Are you sure? I mean -“, you stopped speaking. He knew what you meant. Slowly Sam got out of bed, nodding. „Yes, I am.“ Reassuringly he took your hands in his. „Really.“ You looked into his eyes, trying to sense anything that could possibly distress him. Even so, you found nothing. At least nothing you would have to worry about in particular. He really was alright. Finally you were satisfied - at least a little bit. „Well, all right“, you said, giving him a small peck on his lips, „Then let’s go, tell your brother and Bobby. They’re worried.“ Sam actually seemed completely alright, even walking,  seemed no problem to him. „Hey, Dean“, he greeted his brother, as you both arrived in the kitchen. „Oh, you’re…you’re walking and talking“, Dean noted. He cleared his throat. „So, uh… You’re sure you’re okay?“ His gaze swaying between you and Sam. „My head hurts a little, but…basically“, Sam answered and nodded, as he leaned against the kitchen table. Dean looked at you. He knew, that if Sam was lying, you could tell. 

To confirm what Sam had just said, you nodded, giving him a slight smile as a final affirmation. Taking a deep breath, the oldest Winchester nodded.  At least for the moment he seemed reassured.

Suddenly, though, you weren’t so sure anymore. But since the only thing that was worrying you were the headaches, you decided not to tell Dean. At least not yet. You were just wondering, why Sam hadn’t told you before. And especially why you didn’t realise it.

 „So what about Cass“, Sam ripped you out of your thoughts, whereupon Dean grabbed his beer, telling him to go the the garage with him, helping him with his car. You knew this was your cue to leave them alone. Dean obviously wanted to talk alone to him.  But Sam had taken just a few steps, following his brother, as he suddenly stopped. Furling his brows, Sam started to look around, as if he was trying to spot something certain. Puzzled you looked in the direction he was looking, but couldn’t see anything. There was nothing he could’ve seen or heard. It was completely silent.„Sammy?“, you asked, but he didn’t seem  to hear you. He still looked around the room, searching for something that you couldn’t define. „Sam?“ You stepped closer to him, cautiously touching his shoulder. „Are you alright?“

„What?“ His gaze turned to you, as if you had woken him up from a bad dream. „Oh, yeah, yeah, sorry. Just thought I heard something.“ Once again he glanced in the direction of the alleged noise. You raised one of your eyebrows. „You sure, you’re okay?“, you asked once again, whereupon Sam just smiled, pecking you on your forehead. „Everything’s fine. I swear.“ And with a last „See you later“, he vanished after his brother. 

  Over the last days you had heard all kinds of news. Most were about certain occurences, catastrophes, murder… All in all, the work of God. Annoyed you turned out the radio, massaging your neck. You were exhausted. And most notably you had to do something against this. The question was just what you could do, against a former angel, trying to play God. This match was a bit too big for you.

Tired you stood up, stretching your body, as you suddenly heard Sam calling out for you. „(Y/N)? Dean? Bobby?“ You furrowed your brows, as you tried to make out of which room he had just called you. „Sammy?“, you asked, following his voice. „What is it?“ „(Y/n)?“ Finally you reached the room, almost jumping as he suddenly took you in your arms, embracing you in a tight hug. „Sam? What’s wrong?“ You returned the embrace, before slightly pulling away looking at him. Sam looked like he struggled for words, licking his lips. His breath was slightly to fast and he radiated confusion, uncertainty. „I… I think I’m not fine“, he declared finally. You looked up to him, trying to catch his gaze, but he was too agitated. „What do you mean? Sam, look at me! What do you mean?“ Finally he calmed a bit down, as he looked into your eyes, before starting to explain. „It’s like… some sort of…“, he started. „Yes? Sort of?“  „Hallucinations“, he ended the sentence. „I’ve seen things. Things I’ve seen in hell, I heard voices, laughter…“ You stepped back, still looking him in the eyes. „Sam, that’s not ‘I’m not fine’. This is a lot worse.“ He sighed, clenching his jaw. „I know, I know.“ You grabbed his hand, quickly pulling him with you. „Come on, we have to tell Dean and Bobby.“

„Seriously, though, Bobby. I mean, look at our lives. How many more hits can we take? So if Sam says, he’s good, good.“ „You believe that?“ „Yeah… No. You wanna know why? Because we never catch a break, so why would we this time? But just… just this one thing, you know. But I’m not dumb. I’m not gonna get my hopes up, just to get kicked in the daddy pills again.“

Sam looked at you, guilt filling his gaze. You knew exactly how he felt. „Sam, we have to tell him“, you whispered, but Sam just continued staring at you, with his irrefutable puppy eyes. „Please, (y/n), it will fade.“ You sighed, biting your lip, while thinking carefully about this. Finally you sighed. „Alright“, you hissed, but you let me try whatever I can do to get these away, did you understand me?“ Quickly Sam nodded, before taking your hand, entering the garage where Dean and Bobby had talked with each other. I mean, as long as you got it under control, how would Dean find out? 

 „And I got to find out from Death?“, Dean asked, pouring himself a glass of Whisky. His gaze flicked over to you. „You knew that?“ Slightly embarassed you nodded, averting Dean’s gaze. You weren’t able to look into his eyes right now. „Look, Dean, it’s under control“, Sam tried to reassure him, but Dean had never been the easy lulled type. „What?“, Dean asked, piercing him with his gaze. „What exactly is under control?“ I know what’s real, and what’s not. And (y/n) tries to get rid of them as soon as we can.“ You nodded. Not very convincing, that much you knew, but it was right what he’d said. You would try. - But that didn’t mean that you would succeed. „But we can debate this once we deal with Cass“, Sam continued, and suddenly the hot topic was somehow avoided again. Instead of this Dean had found news about Castiel. And suddenly you weren’t so sure, if you really wanted the change of topic.

 After seeing the video footage, you collapsed sighing on the sofa in the next room. „This is really getting out of hand, Sammy.“ Sam, who had followed you, sat down next to you. „What do you mean? Cass?“ You shook your head, resting it on his shoulder. Immediately Sam put his arm around yours, gently caressing your upper arm, while laying his head on top of yours.

„Everything“, you sighed. „Cass, the hallucinations…“ You closed your eyes and for a moment, nothing than silence surrounded you, the only audible thing was Sam’s regular breathing, that slowly began to soothe you. 

„I’m alright, (y/n). Don’t worry about me. I can handle this“, he whispered, placing a soft kiss on top of your head. Instead of answering, you grabbed Sam’s free hand, carefully stroking over its contours with your fingertips.  „But what if you can’t?“, you asked, your voice almost inaudible. „Then I have you“, he ended the sentence, pulling you a bit closer to him. 

You stopped moving your fingers over his, and instead took his hand in yours. Gently he returned the pressure, as you moved his hand to your lips, holding it there for a few seconds. „It’s just… I don’t know if I actually can do anything.“ Slowly you lowered your hands again. „This is different. I cannot sense them, Sam. The headache, the hallucinations… I felt none of them. If I can’t feel them, how am I going to get rid of them?“ Tears were threatening to fall out of your eyes, as Sam continued stroking your arm to calm you. 

Right now everything was just too much for you. Just as you got Sam including his soul back, Cass had to go mad, and rip everything into these damn chaos again. You just wanted it to stop.  „We’re going to make this“, Sam whispered, placing a last gentle kiss on your hair. 

And if you wouldn’t have known him so well, you had almost not heard the insecurity he tried to hide in his words. 

  „Where the hell is Sam?“, you shouted, holding Castiel’s hand. He was weak, he was hurt, and he would most probably die. His usual so impressive aura had shrunk to a minimum, and it was weak. „Hang in there, buddy“, you whispered, trying your best impression of a smile, but failed miserably. „Dean!“ „How do I know?“, he snapped back. He knew you needed the damn blood. He wasn’t going to let Castiel die now. If you learned one thing about the older Winchester, it was, that he’d not accept death. Whether it was his own or of his beloved ones. Even less of his beloved ones.  „Dean, (y/n), go look for him“, Bobby ordered. „I’m holding the fort.“ Quickly you nodded, only reluctantly letting go of Castiel’s hand. „We’ll be right back. Hang in there.“

You ran down the hallway, until you nearly tripped over something that was standing right on your way. Cautiously you picked it up, looking at it. „It’s the blood“, you informed Dean, who’d just arrived behind you. Dean, shot a quick glance at the glass, then looked around. „Sam?!“ Nothing, no answer. Just you two with the glass of blood. 

„Damn it“, Dean cursed, looking back and forth the hallway. „I go back to Cass and Bobby. Search for him“, he commanded, and for once you actually did what he had told you. Straightaway you nodded and started to run down the hallway, cursing at your own stupidity. „We’re going to make this, my ass.“

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“Sam, please, I know I can help you.” He opened his mouth to contradict you , but you interrupted him. “Sam, you need to sleep!” Clenching his jaw he looked away for a moment, thinking about your offer.  “Okay”, he sighed, looking into your eyes. He trusted you. “Do it.”

Nonetheless you hesitated for a moment. You hadn’t expected to win so easily. If he gave in so early, he had to be really tired. You bit your lip in sorrow, before you slowly nodded. Carefully you touched his temples with your fingertips, gently pressing your forehead against his. Once you had inhaled deeply to calm yourself down a little, you closed your eyes and immersed in his mind. 

With a gasp you pulled away from him, drawing in the air sharply. That had been a lot more difficult than you had thought. His mind was a total mess. 

“Did it work?” “You tell me”, you answered, still panting, while Sam cautiously checked the room. “He’s gone. He’s actually gone. But how-” “Doesn’t matter”, you interrupted him once again. “I don’t know for how long this is going to work. Try to sleep now.”

Sam nodded and made his way over to his bed. Carefully you sat beside him, stroking over his hair, while humming a soft and soothing tune. It didn’t take long until his breath became steady and he had fallen into a sound sleep. 

“Well, isn’t that cute?”

Your head jolted up and there you saw him, the cause f all your problems, winking at you.

 Lucifer. 

“Shut up”, you whispered, a soft smile forming on your face.  If it meant Sam could sleep for a night you gladly accepted the former angel’s presence. 

Quietly you continued humming the melody, whily gently caressing your boyfriend’s figure, sleeping so peacefully beside you. 

And hadn’t there been Lucifer screaming in your head, you may could have believed, that everything would be all right for once.

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