#//gotta cath em all

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shuffle song for any spicy six couple🤠

hey howdy!! anything for my em&merson of all time!!

ooo this one’s from my on repeat and for good reason. it is, in my humble opinion, the ultimate comp-het nancy wheeler song.

and if we’re going spicy six it’s gotta be ronance. years of mutual pining all coming to a head the night before nancy’s wedding, when maid-of-honor robin finds nancy breaking down outside the rehearsal dinner, and they run away together.

i had a whole big long thing written in my notes about this... but then the worms got to me…..

it’s not spicy six but stick with me. what if: wheelingham runaway bride au

ace newshound nancy wheeler is stuck doing puff pieces for the society pages of the big city newspaper after a career ruining pausing incident. she went too far, pissed off the wrong people, and now she's relegated to "human interest" stories. well she's a human too and she's most certainly not interested in covering weddings of the rich and famous.

all she wants is to sink her teeth into some real investigative journalism and get her career back on track. she hears about this "runaway bride" who's left three men at the altar already, and would ya look at that, it's someone who lives in her podunk home town, someone she went to school with even.

she's got a pitch, she's got an in, and her editor is more than happy to get nancy out of his remaining hair for a while.

nancy has vague memories of chrissy cunningham, star cheerleader, queen of hawkins high herself. a real sweetheart who always had a huge crowd of friends. someone who had it all figured out, who had her whole life decided at 18. a straight line to a white picket fence and 2.5 kids. all she had to do was say "i do".

chrissy is already engaged to bachelor #4 before nancy comes to town. first there was jason, then derek, travis, and now steve. she's the laughing stock of her friends and family, but this one is going to stick, she's sure of it. they've been planning this wedding for months, and her fiance is well aware of her history. he's convinced that she just needs to visualize a positive outcome and keep her eye on the ball (him) when she's walking down the aisle. swing, and follow through.

and she loved each of these men, she loves men. but she can’t help but think there’s something missing in her life. she’s so sure about each and every one of them, right up until the very last minute. every time she walks down the aisle, all she can see is a door that’s closing forever, and she never got to even look through it.

when chrissy meets nancy wheeler again, almost a decade out of high school, and sees someone so confident, who's achieved all their dreams, and is living the life they always wanted, it terrifies her as much as it annoys and intrigues her.

nancy, who escaped their dead end town, who does what she wants when she wants, and doesn't let anyone tell her she can't. nancy, who's so comfortable with herself... and who she loves.

who has a reputation for being a frigid bitch, but it's just that she knows what she wants and won't let anyone else's expectations of who she is and how she should behave stop her.

they bicker from the minute nancy comes back to town, and chrissy eventually agrees to be the subject of nancy's story to finally set the record straight once and for all. the sooner she's done with her story, the sooner nancy wheeler and all the confusing feelings she brought with her can get out of chrissy's life once and for all. lock the door and throw away the key.

but as nancy gets to know chrissy better, she realizes she's not the ditzy heartbreaker nancy and everyone else thought she was. she sees someone... good and caring, and with so much love to give. how does it always go so wrong right at the finish line?

nancy sees someone who actually doesn't have it all figured out. who in fact never wanted the plan that was set out before her. someone who's just as desperate to escape it as nancy was herself. if only she'd realize she's been holding the key to her own freedom all along.

and chrissy comes to realize that nancy doesn't have it all figured out either. she's determined and driven, and her blind pursuit of the truth at all costs has lost her more than it's won. friends, relationships, even her career.

as they get to know each other better, they realize just what a mess they are... and start to fall in love with all those messy pieces.

it's the night before the wedding when it all comes to a head, when nancy challenges chrissy about all the questions she didn't let herself think about, and chrissy argues with nancy about all the ways she's making her life harder for herself. wouldn't it all be easier just to go along with the plan? to not have to think about it? it can't be that bad, can it?

the argument ends with a fiery kiss, and nancy walking out the door, leaving a stunned chrissy in her wake.

it's their wedding day, and chrissy is more determined than ever to make this one stick. she's going to do it, she's going to go through with it. steve loves her and she loves him.

but she runs. of course she runs. what else can she do when she has nancy's words ringing in her ears and her kiss lingering on her lips?

chrissy runs, and nancy follows. yada yada yada big love confession with chrissy still in her wedding dress.

they don't get married right away. hell they don't get together right away. chrissy's never even lived on her own before. so they take it glacially slow while chrissy takes classes at the city college and moves out of her parent's house and into a small apartment just down the street from nancy's, temping at every different kind of job she can find until she figures out exactly what she wants to do.

and along the way, she figures out who she is too, the kind of person she wants to be when she's not trying to fit herself into the mold of who someone else wants her to be.

eventually, chrissy proposes to nancy. and when they do get married, neither one of them walks down the aisle. they walk towards each other and meet at the altar.

[qrfit]

Felt pretty great for a Monday! I try to mix it up from day to day. But, most days it’s cardio + either strength training or core. A lot of my cardio comes from my Cathe on Demand app. Cathe Friedrich has something for everyone! My weight training is my own routine: Shoulders, bis and tris, quads, glutes, hammies…gotta catch ‘em all! 💪🏽😁

[ask-lambert-egitte-blaiddyd]

There is a tag on the Shinx! It reads: "Hello stranger, I apologize for the inconvenience but my Luxray unexpectedly had an egg which resulted in this Shinx. I don't have the resources to take care of her, so will you take care of her for me? Her name is Storm, I'm sure she will grow up strong and love you if you take good care of her." *there is no name or address*

Oh! How did I not notice this?

*He carefully reads the tag*

Hmmm, it seems as though this little kitten is in my care now. I wonder what Shinx and Luxray mean? Perhaps they are some sort of slang words for cat or kitten? Well, it matters not, I am now the owner of this little cub... Perhaps I could ask someone what strange blue, yellow and black lion cubs eat. Who do I know who would that?

*He stops talking to himself for a moment and looks down at the Shinx*

Hmm... I can worry about all that later. Ahem. Hello Storm, I am your new owner.

*He starts petting her and smiles*

Aww, you're so cute...

[just-a-regular-fan]

I WANNA BE THE VERY BEST-

do not separate them…..

[raspberry-starship]

Start reading the series here.

Masterlist for this book is here.

Read by scrolling up the tag here.

Jody had texted Sam the location of where to meet her, which was a bit off the beaten-path, in the wilderness just north of Sioux Falls, proper. When they pulled up, she was already there, waiting against the hood of her cruiser with a big smile. As soon as the car was off and their doors were open, she made her way towards Dean. He broke into a smile of his own at the sight of her.

“Dean.” She beamed, pulling him in for a long hug, “Oh, welcome home.”

“Thanks.” He said as they pulled apart.

“How’d you do it?” She asked, patting him gently on the shoulder.

“Oh, come on, me versus some shithead archangel, who would you take?” Dean replied easily.

“You.” She smiled, “Every time.”

Sam smiled at that, approaching from the other side of the car. She turned to him, and gave him a big hug too, making him bend down to accommodate her. “Hi.”

As they pulled apart, she noticed his beard, and grinned. “Hey!” She rubbed the scruff affectionately, “I like it!”

“Oh, it’s a… thank you.” Sam stuttered, turning to shoot an “I told you so!” look at his brother, before looking back to Jody. “How are you? How are the girls?”

“Well, surprisingly good.” Jody nodded, “Alex is still at the hospital, and Claire is still… Claire.”

Sam chuckled softly at that, when his phone started to vibrate in his back pocket.

“I, uh… I haven’t been home since I talked to you.” Jody continued as Sam fumbled with his phone, “I may be avoiding her. It’s just, before I tell her what’s going on, I need to…”

“You need to know what’s going on.” Dean nodded, his eyes moving from her to Sam, who was staring at his phone screen in bewilderment. “You alright over there, Sam?”

“Huh?” Sam looked up quickly, and turned away just as fast, “I, uh, yeah, sorry, I’ve just gotta, um, take this…” He walked off a little ways into the woods, garnering frowns from his companions.

“What’s that about?” Jody asked, glancing over at Dean.

“Don’t know.” Dean said, still eyeing his brother.

As soon as Sam was far enough away, he answered the call, lifting the phone to his ear. “Sadie, hi.”

“Hi, Sam.” She sounded less stiff than last time, making him dare to hope.

“How—how are you?” He asked, shifting around awkwardly until his free hand came to rest simply on his hip.

Dean smirked as he watched; he recognized that body language. With unconfined glee, Dean leaned closer to Jody. “I think he’s talking to Sadie.”

Jody’s brows rose at his implicative tone, and she turned to watch Sam too. “Cath Eldredge’s sister?”

Dean frowned, looking down at her. “You know Cath?”

“Oh yeah. She first came to stay with us when she was working a case nearby—must’ve been a couple years ago, now. She’s made a good amount of stops back over the years, checking in with me and the girls. She gets along well with Claire, as you might imagine.”

“Psh, yeah, I’ll bet.” Dean smirked.

“’Was sorry to hear about what happened to her and Charlie.” Jody glanced up at him, noticing his stony expression. “It wasn’t your fault, Dean, I’m sure neither of ‘em blames you.”

“No, I know.” Dean sighed, “I just… I still feel bad that I let it happen.”

Jody put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “It’s okay, they’re living their best life while they get better, right? That’s what I’ve heard.”

“Yeah.” Dean glanced down at her. “Somehow Cath managed to set them up in a cabin Maine, right on a lake.”

“Off the grid?” Jody asked, to which he nodded.

“Or, as far off the grid as you can get Charlie.” Dean attempted a smile, eyes still trained on Sam who began to pace. “I’ll be honest with you, I’ve had my share of doubts about Cath but… after watchin’ them together, I dunno. They seem… they’re good for each other. They slow each other down. Seems like without each other, the two of ‘em would be bouncing all over the place, not takin’ care of themselves after what happened.”

“Mm.” Jody nodded thoughtfully, the both of them returning to staring at Sam.

Dean still had a hard time talking to Charlie and Cath. Less so with Charlie, whom he was closer with, obviously, but Cath was a different story. Every time she popped in on a call between him and Charlie, he’d be reminded of the fact that his actions had inadvertently gotten her into a wheelchair and now, canes, since she’d been in physical therapy. The good thing about the two of them needing time to recover, though was that they really got to rest and be happy. Charlie helped with coordination where Garth had left off, but otherwise, they just stayed in that cabin, meditating and whatever else it is that they do—Dean wasn’t sure. He was glad that they were mostly out of the life, though, living in peace and solitude. For a moment, he let himself imagine what that would be like.

“So…” Jody began, a mischievous smirk on her face, “…Sadie, huh?”

“Yeah.” Dean sighed, tucking his hands into his jean pockets. “He’s, uh, made a playlist for her.”

Jody’s eyebrows rose, “Like he gave it to her?”

“No, no,” Dean smiled, “one about her for him to listen to when he’s thinking about her.”

“Aw…” Jody beamed, “So, where is she?”

Dean let out a long sigh. “Apparently, the giant dumbass got himself into some hot water while I was gone.” He glanced over at Jody in his periphery. “He’s still trying to get out of the dog house.”

Jody chuckled, slapping his shoulder good-naturedly. While they were chumming it up, Sam and Sadie continued their conversation.

“I’ve been better.” She sighed, “I wasn’t, uh, gonna call, but, uh…”

I’m glad you did, he internally sighed with something akin to relief. For a split second, he was surprised by his own mind, then, he remembered to stay focused. “Is everything alright, Sadie?”

She let out another sigh, as though resigning herself to her fate. “The dreams haven’t stopped.”

Sam swallowed thickly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, I was afraid you were gonna say that.”

“It’s really bad, Sam.” She spoke softly, “They’re happening every night, now.”

“How is Ian holding up?” Sam asked, genuinely concerned.

On the other end of the line, she mentally cursed him—he made it difficult to stay mad, and maybe that was the real reason why she’d been so resistant to calling him. He knew how to coax out of her reactions and feelings she had no control over—overwhelming feelings. She forced herself to concentrate.

“Not good, honestly.”

Sam sighed dejectedly, “I’m… I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah.”

He had hoped for some quippy response, but he would take any kind of calm, non-confrontational interaction he could get. “Has he told you anything about them?”

“No.” She exhaled, “Whatever it is though, it… it’s bad. I’ve never seen him like this.”

Sam frowned sympathetically. “I’m sorry, Sadie.”

“Thanks.” She replied, seemingly trying to return to a detached, unemotional state, after opening up a little to him. “I just thought you should know.”

“D’you think it has something to do with Michael?”

She let out a humorless snort of laughter. “I know it does. Nothing scares him like that angel does. And after he attacked me, I don’t think Ian’s especially inclined to invite more of his ire.”

Sam stopped pacing. “How are you feeling from that, by the way?”

She sighed, “I’m fine, Sam. You, on the other hand, have got something coming for you. I’ll try and see if I can get him to tell me anything more, but don’t get your hopes up.”

“I won’t.” He nodded, “And… you don’t need to push him, Sadie. Just, you know, focus on getting better and staying safe.”

“I know, Sam.” She replied, voice a little more patient than he might’ve expected.

“Is, uh, is there anything else?” He scratched his face, wincing at his awkwardness.

“Nope. I’ve gotta go.”

“Oh, okay.” He nodded, “Alright, well, it was, uh, nice to hear from you again, Sadie.”

“Bye, Sam.” She said, not taking an overtly confrontational tone, but it was also far from a warm one.

He lowered the phone from his ear as she hung up on him. He sighed, thinking for a moment—replaying the conversation over. His mind kept bouncing back and forth between thinking about the new information she gave and the fact that she had even called him at all. He already wanted to hear from her again.

“Hey!” Dean called from where he and Jody were still waiting by the cars, “You gonna stand there all day or are we gonna get this show on the road?”

Sam rolled his eyes, tucking his phone away and moving back towards them. As he came closer, Dean addressed him again.

“How’s casa Eldredge?” He asked casually.

“How did you—?” Sam frowned momentarily, then shook his head, “—never mind. They’re, uh, they’re fine.”

“Just… fine?” Dean cocked his head.

“Oh, come on now,” Jody gently backhanded his upper-arm, “leave him be.”

“Alright, alright.” Dean grumbled.

“Here,” Jody spread a map out on the hood fo the Impala, pointing to some red dots, “Alright, so, these are the locations of the three bodies we found, headless, by the way.”

“Human?” Sam asked.

“As far as I could tell, yep. Until I talked to you, I thought we were hunting a human, too. Maybe a serial killer. It would be the first one in Sioux Falls since Robert Leroy Anderson. Anyways, I figure this area between the crime scenes is the best place to start looking for whatever this is.” Jody straightened, one hand on her hips as the other pointed to their collective left. “We’re gonna want to head that way to get to them.”

“Alright, then.” Dean nodded once, “Let’s get to it.”

Without waiting for a reply, he picked up the map and began walking in the direction she’d pointed to. For a moment, Sam watched him, a frown on his face. Jody’s hand touched his upper-arm, waking him from his daze.

“Y’alright, Sam?” She asked tenderly.

He quickly forced himself to nod. “Yeah, I’m just… I’m just a little worried about him, that’s all.”

“Mm.” Jody nodded, “Well, let’s catch up before he leaves us in the dust.”

Sam forced a tight smile in reply, then fell into step behind her.

* * *

Jack had been sitting at Lora’s bedside for a long while now, talking to her as Jules and Cas tried to figure out what to do. For some reason, Cas could not identify the source of the hex inside of Lora, leaving them at a dead-end. Ren was standing nearby, listening to them talk.

“Is that your dad?” Lora asked, calling Jack’s gaze back from them to her and indicating Cas.

Jack smiled, “One of them, yes.”

She nodded absently, then coughed a couple times. Jack winced slightly, feeling sorry for her. When she settled, he spoke again. “Do you have parents? Or someone we can call?”

She looked away, “My mom, but… she probably hates me.”

“Why?” Jack frowned.

“Because I left.” Lora’s eyes flickered back up to his, doe-eyed and regretful. “I ran away. I hated school, I hated our crappy, one stoplight town, and I hated her rules. I was sick of being treated like a kid. I thought I could make it on my own, but then I met her.”

“The witch?” Jack asked gently, to which she nodded.

“She took me in—me and two other girls.” She relaxed slightly at the memory, “At first, we didn’t want to leave. She fed us, gave us all nice things.” Her hand went to touch the audacious green-gem pendant she wore around her neck. “She was kind. She said having us there kept her young. But then, she…” Her voice cracked slightly, looking up from her necklace to his face. “She got mean.”

Jack swallowed, unsure of what to say, so he just listened.

“She locked us up.” Lora continued, “Rachel started getting sick, just like this, and then Talli, same thing. They withered away… to nothing.” A tear slipped out of one eye, and she sniffed pitifully. “When your friend showed up, I thought I was saved, but then it started taking me, too. Even faster than the others.”

Jack was silent for a moment as she took a shaky breath. “Cas is gonna fix this. I promise.”

Lora glanced up at him, looking hopeful, but somewhat unconvinced. He put a careful hand on her shoulder.

“I’ll be back, okay?” He said, to which she nodded.

Jack stood then, walking over to the other side of the room, where Jules and Cas were still talking.

“…we have no idea how much more time she has—” Cas cut himself off as Jack approached. “Hey, Jack.”

Jack nodded in acknowledgement. “Have you been able to figure anything else out?”

Jules sighed, “No, not yet. I’m gonna go dig into the lore, see if there’s anything in the archives here that could help us.”

She nodded to them all and then walked out to do just that. Ren watched from where she was still leaning against the wall, her gold glasses glinting under the overhead light.

“So, what do we do now?” Jack asked, looking up at his father for answers.

Cas let out a long sigh, glancing over at Lora. “I’m not sure. I’m going to keep trying to heal her, maybe diagnose what’s going on, but…”

Jack’s eyes flickered anxiously back and forth between them for a moment, then over to Ren. She was still just watching everything, taking in information passively, unsure of her duties in this situation. Jack opened his mouth to say something right as Cas started to walk back over to Lora. Then, when provided this extra moment to think, something occurred to Jack. He glanced back over his shoulder at Ren, and something in his face must’ve given away some of what he was thinking, because she immediately straightened away from the wall.

He marched over to her, nodding for her to follow him out the door. He walked quickly through the war room and into the library, Ren on his heels. Jules was hunched over one of the desks, a laptop and a stack of books in front of her.

“Jules?” Jack spoke, calling her attention.

“Yeah, what’s up?” She straightened, watching them both come to a halt at the end of her table.

“Did you call the police about the bodies you left behind?” Jack asked.

Jules frowned, “Uh, no, I didn’t, uh, have much time to even clean it up, I was gonna head back later.”

“We’re going to go take a look, see if there’s anything that can help.” Jack replied, tone suddenly chipper.

Jules glanced from him to Ren, a skeptical look on her face. “You sure the angel will be okay with that?”

“Totally.” Ren replied with an impressive amount of confidence. “We just need the address.”

Jules looked back and forth between the two of them skeptically. After a moment, though, she gave in, and bent forwards to scribble down an address on a scrap of paper. She straightened when she was done, holding it out to Ren.

“Thanks.” Ren smiled, accepting the paper. “We’ll call if we find anything.”

“Alright.” Jules still didn’t look convinced of this being a good idea, but she also didn’t stop them as they scampered off towards the garage.

When they were out of earshot and in the hall, Ren turned to address Jack. “Listen, I’m with you, Turbo, but if this doesn’t pan out—”

“—I’ll deal with it.” He nodded, facing forwards again. “But I’ve got a good feeling about this.”

“Really?” Ren snorted sardonically.

“Mm.” Jack held open a door for her with a smirk, “Call it a hunch.”

She let out a surprised snort of laughter, shaking her head slowly.

“I’ve always wanted to say that.” He added excitedly, making her chuckle again.

* * *

Sadie was on her lunch break, between helping Missouri with clients. She was still working through her novel—a re-read of Sense & Sensibility—but after a couple minutes, her eyes grew tired, and she quickly realized that she was not in the mood for reading that day. With a sigh, she closed the book, turning to look out the window beside her.

The street outside was quiet, like usual. The lawn for the office building across the street had its sprinklers going, spraying over the almost too-green grass. A man walked past on that side of the street, looking at his phone. He paused, glancing up at the house, and for a moment, Sadie was caught up in watching him. It only lasted a couple seconds, though, before he began moving again, taking the next right and disappearing.

Sadie stayed there for some time, chin in her hands and elbows on the windowsill. Although she was looking out into the world, she was lost inside her own head. After a couple minutes, her eyes grew unfocused, and she went into a daze. When the need to blink was at the point of desperate, she forced herself out of the trance. And then, she noticed someone standing across the street. Slowly, her chin rose from her hands, a frown beginning to cloud her features. It was the same man.

As he paused at almost the exact same spot as before, he glanced at his phone, then he walked away, taking the first right and disappearing from sight. Sadie rationalized that maybe he was just lost. Still, her heart rate was rising in her chest.

She waited a couple minutes, and then he was back. Again, he paused across the street, checked his phone and then kept going. On this third pass, Sadie noticed he wasn’t even trying to avoid the sprinkler’s spray, just letting it soak through his jeans and boots. Slowly, her face hardened.

When he disappeared again, she marched out into the driveway, ducking her head inside the Evo’s rear door. Her fingers ran under the edge of the back seats until she found a loop of fabric, which she used to lift the cushion, revealing a small cache of weapons. She picked up a handgun, loading it with silver bullets. She moved to step away, then turned back to grab her machete, still in its sheath, then slammed the chest shut—those were, in her opinion, the most versatile hunting weapons.

She had timed (roughly) how long it would take him to get back around the house, leaving her enough time to head into the alley he was going to turn down and prepare. She waited there, hands ready on her gun. For a long couple minutes, she waited with bated breath, then finally, he appeared at the end of the alley. He picked up his pace as he went out of sight from the house, clearly eager to get back around.

“Freeze.” Sadie stepped out from where she’d been hiding behind a dumpster, pistol pointed at the man’s chest. He shuffled to a halt, but didn’t look all-that phased by the weapon she was aiming at him. “’The hell ‘re you doing watching that house?”

For a moment, there was silence, then the man’s eyes turned yellow, and he bared his teeth. They were strange—stranger than a werewolf’s were typically. Without another thought, Sadie pulled the trigger, hitting him square in the chest. He stumbled a bit, but recovered immediately. With a growl, he began barreling towards her.

She jumped out of the way, and he skidded down the alley a bit. When he turned to look at her, he was even more furious. She tucked her gun into the back of her jeans with one hand, the other going to the machete on her hip. He lunged at her again, tackling her into a dumpster with a loud bang!

The feeling of his hot breath on her face made her skin crawl. She raised a hand, pressing her forearm against his throat to keep him away. He growled, his claws sinking into her arms. Wincing, she let out a long, drawn out groan of pain and fury.

“SADIE!” A voice shouted from the end of the alley, catching both hers and the werewolf’s attention. Standing there, on the sidewalk, was Ian, all the color drained from his face.

Sadie’s eyes flickered back to the werewolf’s face, where he was licking his lips, watching Ian. With a wordless cry of fury, she got a leg in between them, kicking the werewolf away. He stumbled to the ground, taken by surprise. At the end of the alley, Missouri came skidding to a halt beside Ian.

“Oh, shit!” She cursed, a hand going to her chest.

The werewolf was getting up onto all fours when Sadie took one long step forwards. She put her boot between his shoulder blades and pressed him back to the ground. He let out an animalistic growl, struggling beneath her. She used all her weight to keep him down, moving to kneel on him and yanking her machete out of its sheath. With no ceremony, she grabbed a fist-full of the creature’s hair, yanked him up to expose his neck, and then cut his head clean off. A small stream of blood sprayed up onto Sadie’s face, making her flinch. She was extremely glad that she’d swung with enough force—it had taken her a while to get a hang on that.

Stepping away from the body and breathing heavily, she let the head roll off into a nearby puddle. She rested her hands on her knees, hunching over with her head bowed. Her chest heaved, and she realized then just how long it had been since she’d needed to fight—she was getting rusty. After a moment of catching her breath, she glanced over to her audience, both of whom were still standing, frozen, at the end of the alley.

Sadie sighed, straightening. “Missouri, do you have anything we can put the body in?”

Missouri nodded, though still looked a bit shaken. With a pat on Ian’s shoulder, she turned and began making her way back towards the house. Sadie then remembered that she ought to ask for a different, smaller container for the head.

She turned to shout, “And a separate one for the—!”

“—Yes, I know!” Missouri waved dismissively over her shoulder.

Sadie smiled a bit, despite the severity of the situation, then her eyes fell back on Ian. His shoulders were hunched, and his whole body was stiff as he stared at the corpse. Her brow twitched, a wave of anxiety clouding her post-hunt adrenaline-high.

“Ian, why don’t you pull the car over?” She suggested gently, to which he nodded. Reluctantly, he turned away, his eyes glued to the werewolf’s body until he absolutely had to look away.

* * *

For a couple hours now, Jody, Sam, and Dean had been roaming around the woods. They had started by going from crime scene to crime scene, but at a certain point, Dean just began leading. Jody had asked Sam, as they followed his brother, if everything was okay, to which Sam had no easy answer. She could tell by the look on his face that they were in some kind of a spat, so she decided to stay out of it.

Dean got a little ways ahead of them when he called out, “Guys!”

Sam and Jody picked up their pace, jogging to catch up. When they came to the clearing Dean was standing in, they both stopped short. There was an encampment of some sorts, the fire still smoking, and a series of heads on spikes blocking the only entrance.

“Woah.” Jody breathed, while beside her, Sam’s hand hovered over his machete.

Dean seemed relatively unfazed by the grizzly sight, going so far as to pry open the lips of one of the heads, checking their teeth. Sure enough, fangs poked out of the creature’s gums.

“Vampires.” He said, stepping around the heads to inspect the campsite further.

“You think these are the heads from your John Does?” Sam asked Jody.

“I mean, three head-less bodies, three heads,” She shrugged, “the math works, but I tested the bodies, Sam, and even had Alex look at samples under a microscope, there didn’t seem to be anything inhuman about them.”

Sam wasn’t sure what to say to that, but he was reminded of the warning he’d received earlier that morning. You, on the other hand, have got something coming for you.

Both he and Jody stepped forwards towards Dean, who was squatting beside the fire pit and examining an empty can of beans that had been left behind. There was a long moment of silence as they all inspected different parts of the camp, their backs to one another. After a moment of silence, Dean paused and, on a hunch, glanced over his shoulder. The hooded figure stood there, spear raised.

Dean rolled out of the way as they took a chance to jab him with their weapon. Jody went to pull her gun. Sam barely got the chance to turn around before he was knocked off his feet by the spear. The hooded figure caught Jody’s leg next, sending her flat on her back with a groan. The figure turned, finding Dean.

He grabbed the spear with both hands, trying to wrestle it away from them. The figure turned, making them back-to-back, then flipped clean over Dean’s head. Their hood slipped away, revealing a familiar face. Dean froze for a split second from shock. She took the opportunity and slammed him in the face, before knocking him on his ass too. She glanced around at all of them for a moment, then sprinted away from the camp, clearly quite at ease in this territory.

“What the hell?” Dean cried breathlessly, all three of them getting back up onto their feet as she disappeared into the woods.

“It looked just like her…” Jody said breathlessly.

“Kaia.” Sam nodded, just as shaken.

“You saw her die over there, right?” Jody demanded.

“Yes, absolutely.” Sam nodded.

Dean turned to face them again, still catching his breath.

“What’s happening?” Jody turned from Sam to Dean.

“All I know is that thing,” Dean raised a finger, “it dressed the same and it moved the same as the thing that killed Kaia.”

“Yeah.” Sam agreed.

Jody looked back and forth between them desperately. “How is that possible?”

“I don’t know.” Dean said, “But let’s find her and ask.”

[alovesthis]

All Things Must Pass -- Dean Winchester CHAPTER SIX

Dean Winchester x (female) Reader Fic

Fic Summary: Reader and Dean Winchester reunite after not seeing each other in a few years, ever since he told her to leave him and his issues behind. Reuniting wasn’t what you expected it would be like because of past feelings, memories and a life threatening situation that was placed upon Dean Winchester.

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 2k

CHAPTER SIX

1992, Texas - last holiday as a family

It was snowing heavily and nonstop in Texas that year. Although it was melting to the ground, you appreciated the white snowflakes falling against the apartment window making it feel like the holidays.

At just fifteen years old, there were so many things on your holiday list of things you wanted that were either too expensive or seemed too childish for you. It was at that age, you would just stick to asking for fairy tales and other books for the rest of your teenage years. And if you ever received something that felt too young for you, you would pass them down to Stevie. You were sitting on the faded blue couch in your family's fourth apartment of the last couple of years, watching your parents sit at the dinner table with a bunch of books spread out. They were researching for someone they knew, and since it was the holidays they wanted to get things done by tonight, in order to spend time with you and Stevie.

Since you were born, your parents were trying to balance a normal life and hunting. It wasn't easy, but they were managing. See before they had you, they met on a hunt and occasionally ran into each other a few times until they decided to team up. They met other hunters and friends along the way, creating lifelong friendships and ended up falling for each other and having you.

As you sat there, a book in your hands as the record player spins some Fleetwood Mac, your mom's favorite, you wonder if you'll end up doing what your parents do. Hunting. They didn't hide it from you, they told you last year because you were smart. They still kept it from Stevie, she was too young to understand and needed to be protected. Stevie comes running out the small bedroom you two shared, holding some thin children's book ranting at the top of her lungs. She was reading some mystery book, flailing around claiming she solved the case before the main character.

"Stevie! I know you love these books, but you have to take it easy." Your mom laughs as she stands up from the wooden cheap chair and grabs her, throwing herself down on the couch right next to you. Stevie starts giggling once mom starts tickling her.

"Alright girls," Your father stands up and walks over to stand in front of the three of you with a smile that he's trying to hide. "Got some bad news."

You sit up quickly, pushing your book off your legs and panic. "Please don't tell me you guys gotta go? I mean, it's the holiday season and..."

"Seriously, Travis?" Your mom shakes her head. "Don't scare them like that."

"Ah, sorry." He sits down next to you and pulls you into him. "The bad news is that we won't be around for New Years. But...we have a few days until we gotta go."

"Bad news first then the good news." Your mom turns to you. "That's always the best order to go in when you gotta tell someone something."

"So, what's the good news!?" Stevie jumps out of her arms and starts to dance around the room to the music.

You and your parents smile, watching Stevie "dance" along the dull creamy colored carpet under yellow toned light, to 'Everywhere'.

"The good news is that you get a few more gifts than normal." Dad smiles.

"Yeah, our friend Bobby helped us out with these." Your mom smiles as she stares at yo and Stevie. "And, you get to open them tonight."

"Only if you girls eat your damn vegetables tonight. I swear, it's like you're both allergic."

On this last holiday with your parents, something you never thought was a possibility, they made dinner together with music playing loudly in the living room. It wasn't rare to have these nights, but it didn't happen all the time either. After dinner, the four of you were sitting in the living room, which was literally five steps away from the table and kitchen. A few gifts were wrapped for you and Stevie. Your mom sits next to you as Stevie tears through gifts and plays around with them with your dad.

"I want you to know, Y/N," Your mom begins. "What you dream, what you read...everything you want, you can have it. What your father and I do, doesn't have to be your life okay? But it's okay if you want it to be. You have so many options. Although I don't necessarily want you in that life, I know once you're older you'll be capable to make these decisions on your own."

Your mom sits down on the floor with you and hands you the gift, watching your eyes glisten from the white lights that hang on the walls for holiday decoration.

Your fingers gently opened the brown thick paper covering as Stevie ripped through hers. The skinny wool string that was tied around it had come off as you pushed the gift under it, revealing dark green leather. It was The Little Mermaid, an old edition but it was beautiful. Gold lettering shinning on the cover and catching the white lights that were hung up behind you.<em>

"The Little Mermaid." You smile.

"Do you remember when I used to read this to you before bed?"

She also meant if you remembered her reading some of it before she would leave for hunts.

"Yeah, I do." You placed the book down and engulf your mom into the biggest hug. You always loved reading ever since you would listen to her voice reading you fairy tales, classic stories and books that centered on a character taking on anything that came your way.

"Thank you, mom. I really love it." You pull away a smile.

"I love you." Your mom wraps her arm around you and leans against the couch.

"I love you too, mom." You close your eyes and hold onto her arm.

"Cath, let's say we do some hot chocolate for the girls and they get ready on the couch for a movie or two." Your dad says, and Stevie jumps up and runs over to your mom.<em>

"Sure thing." She smiles and runs her fingers through your hair. "Can you handle Stevie for a bit?"

"When can I not?" You laugh as you grab your sister and start messing around with her as she continues to laugh and yell at the top of her lungs.

As your parents worked together in the kitchen and to make tonight special before they go on one of their last hunts, you sit there on the couch holding the book you were gifted up against your chest. Stevie sits close by you, her hands playing around with some toy that she unwrapped not too long ago. You watch your parents stand close by each other as they make snacks and hot coco for everyone. Your dad's arm wraps around your mom's neck and you see him leaning down to kiss her on the top of her head.

Sitting there, you smile softly to yourself as you begin to wonder if maybe one day you'll be just as lucky as them. Whether it's in the hunting life or not, you were silently wishing you you'd be as smart, strong and brave like your mom and rave and confident like your dad. What they had, you wanted.

That was the last holiday you and Stevie had with your parents. Like they said, they wouldn't be home for New Years. But a week after that, your parents came home a mess, scurrying around trying to get things packed and moving. It was that very night you realized they were in trouble. Leaving your apartment, you watched your parents get ripped away from you and Stevie by something, as another hunter who went by the name John Winchester saved your life.

2007 - inside the impala, on the road.

"You alright over there?"

You start blinking out of your trance of the one last good memory you've held on with your family. Clearing your throat, you roll down the impala window to get some air and take a few seconds before you turn your head to Dean.

"Yeah, I'm fine I guess."

"Are you sure, because you look like you're sick or something."

"I said I'm fine." You snap, before sighing and realize that it's not the best to get mad right now.

"Tis the season to be merry, am I right?" Dean scoffs as he turns on the radio, pushing the dial for the sound much higher.

"Look, I'm sorry. You know I'm not the biggest fan of the holiday season."

"You and me both." Dean scoffs. "What's on your mind?"

The silence plays throughout the car for awhile, making you want to open the car door and just jump out and avoid everything. Your parents, the antagonizing memory and Dean's deal. You start to re-think the idea of sticking around with the Winchester's, not sure if you can take it anymore.

"Dean?"

He hums in response as he keeps his eyes on the road.

"I was just thinking about my parents and the holidays." You say softly as you look back out the window. "Last time I saw them...well the last time I saw them on a normal day, we had a 7great night. It's just I see all the christmas lights, all the decorations and I get to thinking about them."

"You miss them." Dean says.

"Every day, but now a little bit more." You lean against the car door and look back at Dean, wrinkling your forehead as you stare with empathy. "Then it got me thinking about you, about you know...the deal."

"Y/N." His hands tighten around the wheel, his knuckles turning pink as his posture stiffens.

"I know you don't want to talk about it, but you do know that we're here. It's not just us that's hurting...I know deep down, Dean, that you're hurting too. And that's okay, but what's not is that you're trying to hide it and I can see it."

"I'm-I'm not hiding anything." Dean says, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as he drives. His right arm drops from the wheel and rests on his thigh. "Just drop it, alright?"

"Dean, all I'm saying is...it's okay to talk about things." You reach over and grab his hand to squeeze it, letting him know you're there. "I know it's been a while, and things got messy the last time we spoke. But I am here and like you used to say to me, no one has to go through life alone. Especially not this one. So Dean, please..."

Dean begins loosening his hand that is holding his thigh tightly, ready to flip his palm to face up. He doesn't want to talk, not now and not yet anyways. As it loosens, he slowly turns it over and lets his hand gently grasps on to yours. In surprise of his actions, you smile and keep your hand open, waiting for him to make the next move. A path to forgiveness between two friends and unresolved tension lingers between just the lack of inches between your hands. You're ready, but he's slowly hesitating.

And just as he's about to make a move to hold your hand, your cell phone goes off catching you two in an awkward space. As he drives, he looks over at you for a moment and you stare into his darkened green eyes After a few rings, you take your hand away and open your flip phone and answer the call.

Stevie's on the phone and Sam's driving your truck, telling you about yet another unusual case up in Michigan. She tells you that everyone should stop soon for a food break and to go over the case before traveling any further.

"Stevie and Sam have a case." You say after a few seconds. "She said to stop at the next exit for food and we'll go over it."

"Got it."

And that's all he says for the next hour in the impala, before you get to the rest stop and he begins to banter Sam and avoids the (one sided) conversation you two had just an hour ago. You don't want to push him, but you want him to know that he's never been alone in this. No matter what happened between the two of you, there will be a way to save him. Even if you can't get too close to the deal, or the demons or researching a way out, you'll be there.

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not my favorite,  might go back and edit eventually! but enjoy and happy holidays. i’ll be back with two chapters this week or next week just in time for christmas + it’ll be centered around the A Very Supernatural Christmas episode in s3!! 

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[janeyseymour]

Escape- pt 9

pt 1. pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt 5. pt 6. pt 7. pt 8.

Jane Seymour has stayed with Henry long enough. Cue Catherine of Aragon and the rest of the girls to save her.

Jane and Catherine take advice from others.

Henry had made his way out of the state and hadn’t seen his case since leaving until now. 

“A Mr. Henry Tudor has been on the loose since last month due to a report of physical abuse to his at-the-time fiancee. Police have very limited information. If you, or someone you know, has any information on the whereabouts of Tudor, please dial the number at the bottom of the screen. That’s all for tonight. We’ll see you again tomorrow.”

“Shit,” he muttered when he heard a knock on the door. “Coming.”

“Your food is here.” The lady smiled before her nose scrunched in confusion. “You look vaguely familiar.”

“Oh, that’s not possible. This is the first time I’ve ever been at this hotel.” It wasn’t a lie; this was the first time he had been at the hotel. “But maybe I’ll see you around sometime soon? After you get off of work maybe?” Henry didn’t know it, but he had just fallen into a trap.

“I’d like that. I’ll come to your room around 7:30?”

“I’ll be waiting.” He winked at her and closed the door. “Oh this bitch doesn’t know what she just got herself into.” Then a realization hit him: he never ordered room service. 

Around 7:15, Henry heard a knock at his door.

“It’s just me!” The room service lady called.

“Hey gorgeous,” he grinned as he opened the door. “Boy are you-”

“Henry Tudor put your hands up!” The woman yelled as she pointed a gun in his direction.

“How do you know who I am?” he shouted as he threw his arms up.

“Bring ‘em in boys.” A group of police ran in and seized the man. 

“What the hell? You bitch!” He tried to escape the woman’s grasp.

“You didn’t think I recognized you? If you thought you were going to get away with harming a poor innocent woman to get to another poor innocent woman, you really are crazy,” she laughed as Henry was put in handcuffs and led out of the hotel. 

Catherine’s cell phone began ringing while the two were napping again. She reached for the phone quickly so as to not disturb a slumbering Jane. 

“Hello?” She answered without looking at the caller ID.

“Catherine? It’s Beale.”

“Oh hi. Let me wake Jane.”

“You might want to. I have big news.” 

“Okay.” She held the phone to her chest. “Jane? Honey, wake up.”

“Mmm,” she stirred. “Baby’s hungry. Pickles and peanut butter.” She smiled with her eyes closed. 

“I’ll get that for you, but right now Beale is on the phone.” Grace’s eyes flew open. 

“I’m awake. Put it on speaker.” Catherine complied, and Officer Beale’s voice was heard throughout the room. 

“Henry was arrested yesterday. We are unsure of who else is or was involved, so we suggest you continue to lay low and keep up with any sorts of training you began. He has a $250,000 bail before he goes to trial, and it doesn’t seem likely that he’ll be able to make it, but we’ve had crazier things happen. Questions?”

“Are there any people suspected to have been involved?” Catherine asked simply.

“There was a disposable phone in his possession that had been calling a recently disconnected number. He alluded to the fact that he was in contact with a Mr. Thomas Culpepper. Does that name ring a bell?”

“Yes,” Jane said through clenched teeth. She knew she had been right to hang up on him the day he called her. 

“He hasn’t been seen in a while, so we’re suspecting it has something to do with him.”

“Thank you sir. Have a nice day,” Jane’s voice trembled. As soon as they hung up, a tear fell down her face. 

“Why are you crying honey?” Catherine wiped the tear away with her thumb. 

“Hormones and happiness,” she began sobbing. When her sobs grew louder, the other four women made their way to the bedroom. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the gentle woman to cry, especially now with carrying a child. That didn’t stop the others from running to her side to offer her comfort, and cake if you were Anne. 

“Happy crying?” Anna read the room quickly. Jane nodded. 

“Do you want cake?” Jane shook her head. “Well, I always have cake ready if you ever decide you want cake.” 

“Just give me her damned location!” The second Jane and Catherine hung up, Thomas had called, refusing to give up his name. “I am a very close friend to Jane, and I want to make sure she’s okay! She considers me family!”

“It’s confidential sir. I can’t just give that information away to anyone, and you are not family sir. If you were family, she would have told you herself.” Beale had figured this was someone who wanted Jane for themselves. “If anything, she’s dating the person she left with. They’re her family now. Good day.” Best to not give up any information on Catherine either, he thought. Then, he remembered something. Grace had mentioned something about a baby.

“Jane Seymour,” the blonde answered as she usually does. 

“I would advise you not to answer the phone like that anymore. You’re hiding, remember?”

“Oh. I didn’t even think about that. Thank you.”

“Just looking out for you Jane. Are you pregnant?” He got straight to the point. 

“Ye-yes,” she stammered. “How’d you know?”

“You were half-asleep and said something about a baby and pickles and peanut butter. My wife had the same craving when she was pregnant. Put two and two together.”

“Oh. Well, I am, and I fully intend on keeping it.” Her voice went stone cold as she followed with, “I demand full custody of my son or daughter.”

“Of course. I’ll have those papers sent out as soon as I can.”

“Thank you,” her tone went back to normal.

“Of course. Good day.”

“You told him?” Catherine asked, half asleep.

“Figured he should know?”

“Hey, do you wanna go out to dinner tonight? I can pick you up at six,” Catherine laughed at her half-joke.

“Sure. What should I wear?” The blonde leaned back into her companion.

“Something nice, but not too nice? It feels like forever since we’ve done anything fancy, and when the baby comes along, God only knows when’s the next time we’ll be able to do something,” she laughed.

“Okay! Before all of that though, I have to call my mom.”

“I’ll be here.” Catherine reached for her phone. With Jane out of the room, she saw this as her opportunity to call John.

“Hey John, it’s Cath. We have to talk.”

“What’s going on? The kid’s not yours, is it?”

-

“Mom, it can’t really be Lina’s. That’s not really how that works. And besides, we haven’t done anything,” she paused before adding on a quiet, “yet.”

“Okay!” Margaret exclaimed, although a bit defeatedly. “I just need to prove your father wrong... Wait, yet?”

-

“Sir, I’m taking your daughter out tonight. I want to ask her if I can be there for the baby, almost like another parental figure. You know her best. How will she react?”

“That baby might not be yours biologically, but that doesn’t matter. Your heart’s in it, and that makes you more of a parent to this baby than Henry will ever be.”

-

“She’s taking me to dinner, and I’m going to use this as an opportunity to ask her if she’ll help me with the baby, so long as everything goes well these next months.”

“Honey, I’m 100% sure that woman would literally do anything for you. She’s like a sister to you, isn’t she?”

“I’m not so sure anymore Mom. I don't really think of her like that anymore. I have to go get ready though, so we can talk about this later.”

“Not so fast.”

-

“Whatever happens, be there for my daughter. It doesn’t matter if you’re an aunt or another mother to that kid. Have the best intentions for the baby. Have the best intentions for Jane.”

“Yes sir.”

“I just have one more question for you,” John announced abruptly. “Are you, for real, in love with my daughter?”

-

“I just have a question for you Janey, and I want you to answer it truthfully. Are you in love with her?” Margaret pressed.

In two separate rooms, the two replied, “Uh, yeah. I think I am.”

Jane quietly walked into the living room, realizing she had forgotten a washcloth for the shower. Catherine was still on the phone. She backed into the hall but couldn’t help listening in on her conversation.

“Yeah, no. Don’t worry John. You can tell Margaret.” Jane gasped before going silent, praying Catherine hadn’t heard her. She counted to ten before walking in. 

“Dad, I gotta go,” Catherine tried to cover up her conversation, blissfully unaware that Jane heard the last of the conversation. “See you later.”

“So cute with your dad,” Jane played along with the other woman’s bit. “So where are we going exactly?”

“Well, Cathy knows this super quaint- no. It’s a surprise.” She grinned. “Don’t worry. You’ll see in like three hours. Right now though, I have to run some errands. You cool to stay home for a little while?”

“Yeah, of course I am.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in a few hours. Don’t do anything too crazy.” She kissed the blonde woman's cheek softly.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just going to get the peanut butter and pickles you never got me!” she teased.

“I hate you.” Catherine grinned as she made her way out of the house.

Before Jane could go to the kitchen, Anna appeared. 

“So you and Cath are finally going on a date?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it a-”

“It’s probably a date. Seymour, you can’t tell me you and Cath don’t have even the smallest thing for each other.”

“We- I- she-”

“Just say it man. You’ll feel better.”

“Why do you think you know?”

“Know what?” Anna encouraged Jane to verbally admit the feelings she had for her friend. 

“Why do you think I have feelings for Lina?” Jane chose her words carefully. She wasn’t about to admit her feelings for her best friend, knowing her feelings would only be rejected.

“Well, for starters, you’re the only one who’s allowed to call her Lina. Anyone else is only to call her Cath, and you both made that clear. You’re also just not that secretive. The longing glances, the way you two are never apart, the clear soft spot you have for her.”

“You’re silly. We’re just friends. And even if I did have feelings for Lina, and I’m not saying I do, there’s no way she would reciprocate the feelings.” Jane wasn’t going to get her hopes up. 

“So you’re telling me that if I called her Lina to her face, she wouldn’t tell me not to?”

“Well no. She doesn’t really let anyone call her that but me.”

“And you’re telling me that Cath just goes around and kisses all of her friend’s cheeks? Because I can say with certainty that she hasn’t done that to any of us, not even Cathy, and those two are related.”

Jane went to argue, but Anna continued, “Listen Seymour, all I’m saying is: don’t deny what’s right and what’s right in front of you.” The woman left, leaving Jane standing by herself for a moment. Had she really been that oblivious? Was it possible Catherine was also in love with her?

[nightstung]

      ( elizabeth hurley, cisfemale, bisexual, she/her ) rome welcomes CATHERINE BLACKWOOD, a HUMAN. they are 52/52 years old and have been in the city for ONE WEEK. they are known to be PERCEPTIVE + SELFISH, which makes sense because they’re OPPORTUNISTIC about the marriages. i heard they’re betrothed to MAGGIE Q, CHYLER LEIGH, LESLEY-ANN BRANDT, ANY 35+ FEM FC - a SUPERNATURAL.

      and bringing you my child #2 ! cath is like ... 50 shades of i want everything ! that’s all you gotta know about this shithead. 

nobility is a treat. 

catherine blackwood was an english noble before the blood war began. she was cultured and dignified, and oh so spoiled. the girl got everything she wanted with the snap of her fingers or a bat of her eyes. and that’s how it became for her. wanting, wanting, wanting.

she got married into another ‘noble family’ in italy. she didn’t love the man. hell, she could barely stand his blubbering and his heart eyes at her. but he did everything for her, and gave her everything she wanted, so she went through with the marriage. thankfully, he was as sterile as he was bald and they never had children between the two of them. 

tw illness. it was just before the blood war when catherine became very ill. in fact, she almost didn’t make it, and recovery was slow and painful. suddenly, the fear of death overwhelmed her.

which is why, when the supernaturals’ existence came to light, cath became obsessed with turning into anything to become immortal. driven by her fear, she came across a vampire who lured her into a trap. they promised her ��the bite’ so long as she did what they wanted her to, and catherine fell from her ‘royal throne’ to become a mere servant to said vampire. if only to get what she wanted out of it, in the end.

for years this went on, while war waged outside of the vampire’s heavily guarded home. at last, the vampire cruelly tossed her outside the security of their home with a laugh. they never planned on changing her, and now she was left to fend for herself. 

humiliated and vulnerable, and not an ounce closer to what she wanted, catherine transformed herself into a woman of manipulation. an unstoppable force, even if in the body of a human. no longer would she be played fool while she pursued her goal. 

she somehow survived the war with the help of her newfound tactics. she’s landed in rome now to be married off to some supernatural, hoping to make them turn her into what she deserves to be at this point. and if they don’t? she’ll find someone else in the crowd who’d be more willing, or more oblivious.

the finest gems of the sea. 

catherine has always been a selfish thing, but ever since the vampire tricked her, she’s become excessively so. she cares little for others, as it gets in the way of her ambitions and makes her unable to see a person’s true self. she doesn’t want to be fooled again, since she’s getting older and older by the day.

she works from a place of fear. catherine is human. she almost died, and she’s seen death over the last decade. she knows at her age, it’s only a matter of time before someone causes another war and she doesn’t make it out a second time. 

that’s not to say she’s an evil person. so long as everyone plays nicely and no one gets in her way, catherine doesn’t want to harm anyone. she doesn’t want war, either. and considering she didn’t care too much about anyone before the war, she’s not as angry and bitter as most people are since it’s ended. the only person she truly wants to harm is the vampire that screwed her over.

she has come across supernaturals saying they’ll change her, but she doesn’t want to be tricked into some debt. everyone wants something in return, and catherine doesn’t want to pay something too price-y for her immortality. which is why she thinks the marriage might be a benefit, if she winds up with someone wanting ‘love’ in exchange. she’s already pulled the act off with her ex husband. 

is bisexual, homoromantic. she believes herself heteroromantic but she’s never felt true love, and it’s because she’s never been in a relationship with a woman. she has, however, slept around with one or two in her time. she figured if she got paired to a woman, she could avoid the ‘headaches of dealing with a man’ and get more benefits from the situation. little does she realize she’s put herself at risk of falling if her betrothed somehow pulls off the stunt. 

she currently works as rome’s leading librarian.

lost contacts in a phone ( wcs ). 

the vampire who tricked her ( on the main )

maybe her old husband who actually didn’t die?

friends / acquaintances

her closest friend 

her neighbor/s here in rome

people who helped her survive in the war

someone she screwed over for her own survival in the war

enemies or rivals before / after / during the war

exes / ex flings 

current flings / one night stands / fwb 

someone who is distant family? or family of her hubby’s?

a supernatural who knew the vamp that tricked her and actually cares about cath

someone who is protective of her 

someone she’s protective of / a person she’s adopted as her own family / kid ( would be younger or younger looking )

or just w/e you guys have ideas for send ‘em my way!

[torisprlng]

I was tagged by the talented @vinylackles 💜

1. When did you start watching Supernatural?

I remember which ep got me started & that’s when fan fiction aired cuz I wanted to know how this show stayed on for 10 yrs😳 then that summer I binged all 9 seasons to catch up & I was hooked 🙈

2. Who is your favorite in TFW?

I love cas. That’s it. Really tho I relate to his awkwardness & sometimes feeling like an outsider.

3. Who is your least favorite in TFW?

Srsly I love em all & I can’t pick a least fave.

4. Tag your top 5 Supernatural blogs.

This is super tuff cuz it’s so hard to choose 5😮 so instead I’d like to tag those who I really look up to as giffers & they make me challenge myself continuously: @inacatastrophicmind @hallowedbecastiel @mishacolins @some-people-call-it-tragic @cath-avery 🙇🏻‍♀️ their talent is a super power!!!

5. Who is your favorite character (not including TFW)?

It’s a toss up between Bobby & Charlie.

Bobby as sam & dean’s father figure & Charlie cuz she’s badass.

6. Who is your favorite woman in Supernatural?

Eileen!! And I’m so angry that she was killed & the manner she was killed was a big no😠

7. John or Mary?

Hmmmm...I guess Mary only cuz she was brought back & we’ve been learning a lot about her & I’m learning to sympathize with her motivations & decisions now thanks to all the wonderful meta writers.

8. What were your first opinions of Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack?

Sam - He seemed to have been the more brainy one & a bit more impulsive maybe cuz I was always wishing he’d listen to dean in some situations & he had this sweet personality too.

Dean - He seemed very loyal & headstrong but had a softness around him especially when I saw him interacting with kids but I also could see what a flirt he was😝

Cas - He was all kinds of badass & the kind of entity not to mess with but then I started to see he wasn’t just a one dimensional chara as he interacted more with dean & Sam.

Jack - Evil & the next big bad but I’m so happy I was proven wrong cuz I adore jack.

9. What’s your favorite season?

I think I’ll pick s8 for the storyline.

10. What’s your least favorite season?

Prolly s6 for me cuz it felt disjointed.

11. Opinions on Destiel?

It’s my OTP & even tho I’ve made peace with myself that tptb will not give us this explicitly I’m still hopeful 🙏🏻

12. Do you believe Supernatural queerbaits?

It sure feels like it & I’ll leave it at that☹️

13. Seasons 1-7 or 8-14?

I pick s8-14 cuz as the show evolved I really appreciated how tfw has been strengthened & how cas has been more integrated with the Winchesters & story even tho he’s not always treated the best.

14. Favorite villain (plot wise)?

Who immediately comes to mind is Alastair...gosh he just creeps me out.

15. Do you think they should end the Lucifer plot line?

Holy hell pls just end him & his storyline already! Pls lock him in the malak box with Mikey & toss em both in the pacific!!

16. Who do you think has gone through more trauma (Sam, Dean, or Cas)?

They all really have survived so much trauma like idek how they are still walking & talking🙈 but I’m gonna pick dean cuz he lost his childhood, forced into a role of a parent, raised as a hunter, & had the weight of the survival of the whole world on his shoulders multiple times. This guy srsly needs his vacation on a beach🏖

17. What’s your favorite Supernatural episode?

Easily scoobynatural cuz it marries my current fave show with a beloved cartoon I watched a lot as a kid😄

18. Do you like case episodes?

I really do enjoy them & wish we’d get more & new supernatural beings & urban legends from earlier seasons too

19. Who do you relate most to in TFW?

It’s gotta be cas’ awkwardness & feelings of an outsider & I feel that.

20. Why do you like Supernatural?

I enjoy the cases, motw, humor, mytharcs that run with the smaller storylines, & most the relationship between tfw.

21. If you could bring back one character and kill off another who would they be?

Bring back Eileen for sure.

Permanently get rid of nick.

I’d like to tag: @aborddelimpala delimpala @dr-sexy @malevolent-dean @inacatastrophicmind @wanderingcas @beefcakemish @jimminovak @casblackfeathers @60r3d0m @dimples-of-discontent @royalrowena @ruthiesconnells 🌼

[rollercoaster59]

Profeere po box... gotta cath em all....

[corpus-incorporated]

PO-KE-CRIS! GOTTA CATH EM ALL!

MARVEL OFFICIALLY HAS EVERY CHRIS

[headcanons-of-op]

ace anon: i also have kid asl plushies i bought in tokyo and osaka mugiwara stores hehe 😉 #gotta cath em all~ but yes we need more rougexroger pls i love those two so much. i want to be as brave a mom as rouge someday ty 😢

THAT SOUNDS RLLY CUTE ✨💖 my boyyyys

tbh she is hella brave I really want a backstory with her & roger but it’ll be like 282726 years till we get it (if we ever did)

[mad0ll]

5 10 12 13 18 19 20 21 27 31

5. Τι χρώμα βρακί φοράς;... μαύρο10. Έχεις σκεφτεί την αυτοκτονία;ποιος δεν έχει? αν και έχουν περάσει δέκα χρόνια, ήμουν γύρω στα 1512. Θα σε χάλαγε να κάνεις κάτι με άτομο ίδιου φύλου;not really13. Δες το τελευταίο μήνυμα στο κινητό σου. Ποιος το έστειλε;η Κρις μου  18. Τι χρώμα μαλλιών έχει το current crush;μαύρα ❤19. Έχεις ταξιδέψει με αεροπλάνο;ναι20. Καπουτσίνο ή εσπρέσσο;answered λυσσάξατε με τον καφέ :ρ21. Είμαι έτοιμη να σου φτιάξω cupcake. Τι γεύση θα ήθελες να ‘ναι;δε μ’αρέσει η γεύση των cupcakes. θέλω απλά ΝΑ ΝΑΙ ΧΡΩΜΑΤΙΣΤΟ ΝΑ ΤΟ ΧΩ ΝΑ ΤΟ ΚΟΙΤΑΩ ΓΙΑ ΠΑΝΤΑ xD27. Γόβα ή ψηλό μποτάκι; Τι χρώμα;μποτάκι μαύρο31. Pokemon ή Yu-gi-oh;gotta cath em all 

[heyhosam]

Now imagine kook waiting for jimin at the hotel room with only a bathrobe on, he points to the edge of the bed where there's a master pokeball toy-thing?, and goes "you gonna catch my dick now?" looooooooooooooooool

LOOOOOOOOOOOL THAT WAS SMOOTH HAHAHHAHAHAHAbut ok.....jimin would be naked in less than one sec and you know it..... "gotta cath 'em all" ;)

[acceptance-of-fantasy]

My early Christmas prezzie

[raspberry-starship]

Start reading the series here.

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A/N: Two words: sword. lesbians. WARNING: a hefty chunk of violence in this one, with some romance sprinkled throughout (you didn't hear it from me)

Night had fallen a half hour before, submerging the tiny cabin in a shroud of darkness. Dean was presumed to have gone for a drive before stopping to get Charlie her snacks, his phone left on the dining room table. Both Charlie and Sam assumed this meant he’d come back when he was ready. Charlie had started a fire in the fireplace when it got a bit colder, showcasing some of the new things she’d learned in their time apart. Now, they sat in silence, outside of the fire’s crackling, both she and Sam on their laptops.

Charlie had her knees tucked under her on the couch, caught in a research slump. Her eyes drifted over on her screen to the tab for the chat terminal. She checked it again, even though she hadn’t received any notifications of there being a reply. The last time she’d seen Cath played through her mind again.

They had been chased down to the last cargo car of a train, the Stynes making their way down after them. Both women had known the men would soon be upon them. Cath had turned to Charlie, a limp in her step that had been bothering her since their last encounter with the Stynes. She’s put a hand on Charlie’s shoulder, getting her attention.

“Is it really worth all of this?!” She asked, shouting over the noise.

Charlie spun to face her, looking incredulous. “Yes, of course it is!”

Cath had rolled her eyes from exhaustion, forcing herself to take a deep breath. She hadn’t started yelling anymore than she’d needed to be heard over the train’s noise as she’d replied—she had not been trying to start a fight.

“I  know  he’s your friend, and I know he means a lot to you, but—”

“—No ‘buts’!” Charlie interrupted, a wounded scowl on her face, “Even after all this time, you still don’t trust me enough to believe that this is important?!”

“Charlie, that is not what I am saying—”

“—Just stop!” Charlie snapped.

She hadn’t known why she was lashing out like this, but in the moment, everything had been so overwhelming that she began to spiral.

“He needs me! And I need them, don’t you understand?! They’re the only family I have!”

Cath’s throat had worked to swallow, and her sad eyes had peered down at Charlie.

“That’s not true.”

“What?!” Charlie snapped.

“They’re not the only family you have.”

Cath had spoken so softly that Charlie knew she shouldn’t have been able to hear it, but she did, clear as day.

“Chuck, I wasn’t sayin’ that I don’t believe in you. I’m just sayin’ that I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t wanna lose you.” Cath swallowed, “I—I can’t.”

There had been a loud bang at the door, then, making them both jump. Cath had looked over Charlie’s head and spotted a Styne through the porthole of the door. Charlie had spun back only to get tenderly kissed. She’d melted a little and then, sooner than either of them would’ve liked, Cath had pulled away.

“I do believe you.” Cath said, forehead resting against Charlie’s, “I just know you’re tired—we’ve been runnin’ for a long time. I’ll try to distract ‘em for a little while.”

“Wh—what?” Charlie frowned in confusion as Cath pulled away.

Cath had gone immediately to yank open the train car’s door, exposing them to the clear night as the cars had raced down the tracks.

“You gotta hop off the train, Chuck!” Cath shouted over all the noise, holding out a hand.

There had been another bang! on the door, drawing Charlie’s attention. The Styne had sneered at her, preparing to run at the door again. She’d reached forward and took Cath’s hand.

Charlie had shuffled to a halt at the edge of the train car, looking up at her companion.

“Cath, what about—?”

“—Don’t you worry about me, Chuck.” Cath smiled, “I’ll get back to you. I’ll find you again.”

“B—but how?!” Charlie spluttered.

They’d heard another slam on the door—they had been running out of time. Cath’s hand had squeezed hers, making Charlie look at her again.

“I don’t have much in life. There aren’t many things that bring me joy.” Her hands reached up to tenderly cup Charlie’s face, “But you make me happier than I’ve ever felt. You matter to me. These past six months have been absolute insanity but I never once questioned my choice to come with you.”

Charlie had felt tears welling up behind her eyes, the banging on the door growing louder.

“That’s how I know I’ll find you, Chuck.” Cath said, “You’re a light at the end of a tunnel—you’re a girl’s dream.” She smiled a little then became solemn once more, “I can’t lose you, so I  won’t . Not now, not ever. Not until the sun burns out or the Winchesters finally manage to actually end the world.”

Charlie let out a watery chuckle, then grew urgent, “I can’t just leave you here, Cath!”

Cath had smiled and nodded, cupping Charlie’s face with both hands.

“Yes, you can. I’ll find you again.”

Charlie had shaken her head stubbornly. Behind her, a bolt had flown off the door’s hinges, signaling its impending loss of integrity.

“Let me do this for you, Charlie.” Cath stared into her eyes with unwavering focus, “Let me keep the woman I love safe.”

Charlie’s heart had positively stopped dead in her chest—Cath had never told her that she loved her before. There had been another slam on the door, and a second piece of hardware had gotten knocked loose. Charlie had glanced out at the fields rolling by their feet.

“You relax your muscles and roll.” Cath instructed, hands on Charlie’s arm, “I’ll be back for you. And… I’m sorry.”

Charlie frowned, “S—sorry for what?”

Cath grimaced a little, “This.”

With that, she had pushed Charlie out of the moving train car.

Charlie had done her best to relax her body as she hit the ground, but she had still ended up sore afterwards. Now, slouching on the couch in that cabin, she remembered sitting in that field, breathless and watching the train disappear down the track. That was the last time she’d seen or heard from Cath.

For a long moment, Charlie just stared at her unanswered messages in the chat terminal. Then she began typing again.

Charlie hit “enter” just as the Impala’s engine could be heard rolling closer. She and Sam both glanced up casually when there was a crack of thunder overhead. The sound rippled across the sky, echoing off the river valley surrounding the cabin.

“Uh-oh.” Charlie said in a small voice, eyes turned up to the ceiling, “That doesn’t sound good.”

Sam had a bad feeling as well, but he swallowed that to try and pacify her. “It’s probably just rain, Charlie—”

The front door slammed open and Dean barreled in, shutting and locking all three locks immediately, the jar of holy oil from the Impala’s trunk under one arm.

“What’s going on?” Charlie asked, closing the laptop and standing.

“The Stynes.” Dean said breathlessly, grabbing the empty cup he’d left behind to pour holy oil into. He bustled past Sam to toss the cupful of oil onto the fire as he continued, “They found me, and those douches are all jacked up.”

“What’re you talking about?” Sam frowned.

“I emptied a full clip into one ‘em before the son of a bitch even went down.” Dean replied, clearly panicked as he tossed another cupful of holy oil over the fire for good measure.

“W—what’re you doing with the holy oil?” Sam asked.

“There is a cure for the Mark in the book,” Dean marched over to get the lead-lined box, “but it comes at a price. We gotta destroy it.”

He moved quickly back to Sam, pressing the box to his chest. Sam looked conflicted, “Are you sure about this?”

“It’s calling to me, Sam, okay?! I can hear it—it’s calling to the Mark!” Dean snapped urgently, “It wants me to take the book and run!”

There was a split-second of silence, and then they all heard the ominous groan of wood flooring—it sounded like it came from the front porch. Dean’s hand went to grab his gun out of his pants, saying one last thing to Sam.

“Burn it!” He hissed.

Outside, two of Jacob’s four henchmen carefully flanked the house. One of them reached the back first, frowning as he came across a canoe pulled up onto the river’s shoreline. The oars inside were still wet, like they had just stopped moving. He cocked his head and shuffled closer. A twig snapped behind him.

He spun on his heel. A hooded figure stood there. The man opened his mouth to speak when a blade shot through the air. His whole body went stiff as the sword stabbed him in the chin. The man choked a little, then the blade was shoved further into his brain. After a second, they tore the sword free, letting the henchman crumple to the ground. The hooded figure straightened slowly from their fighting stance, adjusting their grip on the cutlass. Taking a breath, they leaned down and grabbed the gun he’d dropped.

Inside, Dean peeked around the curtains, gun at the ready. Across the room from him, Charlie yanked her shinken free from its sheath, preparing herself, too. Dean glanced over his shoulder at his brother, who was hesitating.

“Sam!” He barked, “Burn it! Now!”

Both of the cabin’s front windows shattered simultaneously. A giant, burly man in a three-piece suit and a wool overcoat jumped through each one, tackling both Dean and Charlie to the ground. She let out a shout as her stitches tore, and there was a soft clatter of metal as her sword was knocked out of her hand. Across from her, Dean’s gun was also sent skidding across the ground by the collision.

The second henchman sent to flank the cabin reached the back then, finding the body of his fallen comrade. Immediately, he moved to shout. A cutlass sliced through the air, burying itself into his neck. Like a tree that an axe hadn’t cut all the way through, his flesh pinched the blade. With a grunt of annoyance, the hooded figure lifted a boot to kick the man’s body. He slid free, collapsing to the ground in a heap. The hooded assassin slid the blood-soaked cutlass into a scabbard on their hip, picking up this man’s gun, too.

Charlie got a foot in between her and her attacker, shoving him away. He stumbled back, and she scrambled towards the hilt of her sword, where it lay on the floor. She snatched it up just in time, before taking a swipe at the henchman in one smooth motion. The tip of the blade sliced open a long gouge across the man’s chest, making him groan in pain. He grabbed a chair from nearby, raising it to hit her.

Across the room, Dean was in a fistfight with an opponent actually on his and the Mark’s level. The henchman was way too reliant on his strength, however, and this made Dean faster. He ducked out of the way of a heavy fist, grabbing the man’s arm. Dean yanked him roughly, lifting a knee to slam the man in his side. The Styne doubled over, then Dean slammed the guy’s face down onto his other knee. The guy was reeling, stumbling back slightly. With a furious scowl, Dean lifted a boot and kicked the man so hard he went tumbling backwards into the wall.

Charlie dodged the chair, hearing it splinter on the ground where she’d just been standing. Her attacker let out a frustrated growl, lifting the remains of the chair once more. She raised a hand, slamming the butt of her sword into his face. His head jerked back, and in his distraction, she slashed his chest open twice more. With a stifled groan of pain, he dropped what was left of the broken chair. Before he had time to even consider his surroundings, Charlie kicked him in the stomach. He flopped back against the wall and then jerked as she drove her sword into his heart. He began to choke, and with no ceremony, she yanked her shinken out of his chest, letting his limp form flop to the ground, defeated.

Dean slammed a chair over his attacker’s head a third time, finally shattering the seat completely. The man didn’t move anymore. Dean’s hand snapped out to grab his pistol off the floor.

The cabin’s front door was kicked open, the wooden frame splintering. Everyone in the cabin flinched and turned to see Jacob standing in the doorway. Sam glanced back, meeting his gaze. With a tense swallow, he grabbed a suede-wrapped package out of the lead-lined box and tossed it into the fire. Jacob’s mouth curled into a mean sneer.

“You stupid boy—!” He raised the one of his hands carrying his gun, preparing to shoot Sam.

Charlie spotted Dean raising his gun, too. Without hesitation, she ducked down behind the upturned dining table, now out of the area of friendly-fire. Dean’s pistol let off a shot, burying itself into Jacob’s forearm. He groaned in annoyance, dropping the gun on instinct. Jacob glanced over to shoot Dean a filthy look, then marched towards Sam.

Dean shot twice more. Jacob’s body jerked as they each nestled into his chest. Again, he scowled at Dean, and just continued towards Sam. Dean’s eyes doubled in size, out of ideas. Jacob’s hand wrapped around Sam’s throat, the grip inhumanly strong, and shoved Sam against the stone fireplace. Sam choked, one hand shoving at Jacob in vain, while the other was pulling a dagger out from behind his back.

Sam stabbed Jacob in the gut with the knife, and Jacob only let out a cocky chuckle, gripping his neck tighter. Sam gasped, clearly at a loss for air. Dean was out of bullets, frantically looking for something else he could use.

There was a creak of floorboards. Dean jerked around to look at the front door. A shadowed figure appeared there, a gun in each hand. They began firing at Jacob’s back without so much as a “hello”. He convulsed with each bullet but still didn’t go down. When he heard the clicks that signaled the guns were empty, he turned slowly to look over his shoulder.

“Well, well, well…” He let go of Sam, letting him drop to the ground without a care.

Sam was left coughing and trying to recover in a heap in front of the fireplace. Jacob turned to face the newcomer fully, spreading his hands wide in welcome, his body leaking blood like a perforated waterbed. The assassin dropped both guns.

He smiled, “…if it isn’t Miss Azarova.”

She raised one hand to tug her hood off, while the other pulled her cutlass free. There, illuminated by the firelight was Cath Eldredge. She was covered in grime and blood, and in her eyes, there was a darkness Dean had never seen before.

“I heard that you shot my girlfriend.” She said through her teeth, her empty hand reaching behind her to pull another matching cutlass out of her bag.

“What, did you miss me chasing after you?” He mocked.

“You’re a freak.” She spat, hands adjusting their grip on her swords.

Jacob ran towards her, hands raised toward the substantially smaller Cath. Her left blade slashed through the air, slicing open his left wrist—the cut wasn’t very deep, but it was enough to sting like hell. He let out a shout, using the other hand to snatch up her left arm roughly. Her right hand stabbed its blade into his gut, a new neighbor to the dagger Sam had left there. Still, Jacob was a big guy, and she couldn’t hold her ground when he shoved her with his full weight, tackling her out the cabin’s front door.

He sent them tumbling out of the door and down the cabin’s steps into the gravel driveway. Dean’s wide eyes looked across the room to where Charlie was peeking out over the table she’d hidden behind. Without a word, both of them and Sam scrambled forward to look out through the shattered windows.

Jacob was on top of Cath, keeping one of her arms pinned across her chest. With a loud growl of anger, she punched him in the face with her free hand, reinforced by the brass finger-guard of her cutlass. His head jerked back, releasing a groan of pain. With him distracted, she was able to get both feet up to kick him in his wounded stomach. He stumbled back, flopping against the Impala before bouncing off to unsteadily stand facing her. He grinned and swayed, using the back of his hand to wipe some blood from his lip as Cath got to her feet, glaring at him.

“You really think you can win?!” He called, spreading his arms as though inviting her to hit him, “Two little girlies are nothin’ compared to what my family’s capable of.”

She used one of the cutlasses to point at him. “Call me ‘little girl’ one more time.”

“That’s right, kitten,” He grinned maniacally, “get all worked up and come over here—I’ll open up that ugly mark on your face—” He winced in pain and then let out a groan as he finally pulled Sam’s dagger from his gut, preparing to use it on her, “—all over again.”

Cath’s nose twitched, a snarl in her lip.

“Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart,” Jacob spun the blade into a downward position, grinning evilly at her, “I’ve always been good at coloring inside o’ the lines.”

Cath just stared at him for a moment, then she leaned forward. Eyes never leaving his, she stuck her left cutlass into the ground, then slowly pulled her backpack off.

“Really?” He raised his brows, “I mean, I know it’s a bit personal between us—”

“—You shouldn’t’a shot my girlfriend.” Cath interrupted through her teeth, pointing with her right blade as her other hand dropped her bag onto the ground. “Now, you’re gonna die.”

“Oh, bring it on, girlie.” He hissed.

They ran at each other, seemingly unaware of their audience. He raised the fist with his knife, blade pointed down to stab her. Cath lifted her elbow, tossing the cutlass from that hand to her left one. Her right forearm slammed him in the wrist, keeping the knife away. In the same motion, she used her left hand to stab him in the stomach. With a furious cry, she jerked the blade up, tearing him open vertically until the blade bumped into the base of his sternum.

Sam and Dean both jerked in surprise, while beside them Charlie stared on in awe. Cath was ambidextrous, so the little show she’d put on of setting one of her blades down was nothing but a smokescreen. She could handle a blade easily with either hand, and she’d been practicing the whole time they looked for the book.

The expression fell off of Jacob’s face. Cath stepped back and pulled her sword from his chest, the vulgar noise of ruined flesh accompanying its removal. Her eyes didn’t leave him as he stumbled backwards, tumbling to the ground. He lay there, choking, the knife he’d been using having fallen into the darkness of the night.

Cath’s boot made a soft crunching noise on the gravel driveway as she took a step forward. Jacob continued convulsing and their eye contact never broke. She stared down at him with a solid expression, unchanging and almost ambivalent. When he watched her, then, Sam saw a lot of what Sadie had looked like after killing that vamp in Chicago. Whereas Sadie’s post-fight expression was a smirk, Cath wore this stoney look of loathing, but as she stared down at her enemy, he saw that same predatory glint in her eyes and the same unbridled confidence of a victor after battle.

When Jacob finally stopped moving, Cath took a deep breath. Pausing, she tilted her head from side-to-side, cracking her neck as her hands tucked the sword away into the sheath on her hip.

Her shoulders rose and fell as she took a deep breath. The wind picked up, blowing her hair free from her collar; the ends of it, which now reached the bottom of her shoulder blades, were a soft blonde, fading in from the caramel on top of her head. She turned to look at the cabin and didn’t seem taken aback by her audience. She noticed Sam and Dean, but her eyes immediately sought out her girlfriend.

“Charlie,” She said softly, running up onto the porch to her.

Charlie blinked, a bit too stunned to move as Cath leaned in through the broken window and wrapped her in a tight hug. Quickly, Charlie snapped out of it, hugging her back.

“I thought—” Charlie didn’t know how to finish the sentence.

Cath pulled back and held Charlie at arm’s length, taking her in. “I got your messages. I just couldn’t answer back before some of those guys showed up at the library I was in. I haven’t been able to get to a computer since, but I looked up the coordinates, and then printed out a bit of the map so I’d remember what was near it. I was about to answer you back when I saw them, and I didn’t want them to find you, so I closed the chat room. And then I stole a canoe and came down the river. Charlie, I’m sorry for—”

Charlie reached out and grabbed Cath’s face in both hands. She smashed her lips against Cath’s, kissing her passionately. Cath melted a little in her hands, slowly moving to hold her around the waist and kiss her back. They slowed, the tips of Cath’s fingers just brushing along the edge of Charlie’s jaw. They drifted apart after a moment, still hovering close to one another. Charlie smiled, reaching up to tuck some hair behind Cath’s ear.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Charlie said earnestly, “You had me worried for a second, there.”

They both chuckled, beaming at each other. Cath moved her hand from Charlie’s jaw to her cheek, thumb brushing her skin soothingly.

“I didn’t mean to cause you a fright.” Cath replied at a murmur. After a pause, a mischievous little smirk curved her mouth. “I had to detour through Ohio, just so you know how rough things have been without you.”

Charlie let out a giggle, shaking her head, “Oh, no!”

Cath grinned, nodding.

“Ugh, what do they even do in Ohio?!” Charlie asked, to which Cath shook her head.

“Y’ got me, babe.” She chuckled.

“Wait.” A voice outside of their conversation spoke.

They both remembered they had companions and turned to see the Winchesters staring at them bemusedly.

“…What the hell’s your problem with Ohio?” Dean finished his thought.

Sam wore a flat look as he turned to shoot his brother a “that’s not the right question to be asking right now” face.

“It’s, uh,” Cath chuckled a little, smiling at Charlie, “it’s an inside joke.”

“O…kay…” Dean nodded, “I’m gonna, uh, start cleaning up—”

“—Yeah, I’ll help.” Sam added, the both of them shuffling off.

Cath turned back to Charlie, then noticed the blood on her shirt. Her eyes widened.

“Charlie!” She scolded, rushing around to walk through the door.

“What?”

“You tore your stitches!”

“Well, I kinda had to defend myself!” Charlie replied with half-hearted indignation.

Cath reached out for Charlie’s hand, leading her to sit in the only chair from the dining set that had been left standing. She told Charlie to sit still, then went to get the first aid kit from the bathroom. She came back and pulled up a chair that no longer had a back, scooting forward to begin tending to Charlie’s wound.

“Oh, man, I am so glad you’re back.” Charlie sighed, “I passed out like three times when I was doing this the first time.”

Cath’s brows rose, and she glanced up at Charlie. She only smiled at Cath, a little blush in her cheeks. Charlie continued at a low murmur.

“I didn’t get the chance to, uh, reply to you before you,” She chuckled a little, “shoved me out of a moving train with little warning.”

It was Cath’s turn to blush now, her gaze falling into her lap. “Yeah, I’m, uh, sorry about that—”

Two gentle fingers hooked under Cath’s chin, tipping it up so she could look into her girlfriend’s eyes. For a moment, Charlie only smiled at her, eyes a bit glassy.

“I’ve never…” Charlie swallowed, losing some of her nerve, “…I’ve never told a partner that I loved them. I mean, sometimes I did love them, but usually, the relationship would fall apart before I got the guts to say it. I… I’ve lost a lot. I always felt like if I… if I said it then that would mean I’d lose them. I know I have trust issues, but I…”

Cath smiled a little. She had known that there was probably something holding Charlie back, after all, they’d been traveling together for half a year, a month into which they’d agreed that they were together. It was past due for them to have this conversation by most people’s standards, but Cath didn’t care about taking things slow—she didn’t have anywhere to be that wasn’t right at Charlie’s side.

“But I…”

Cath held her breath in apprehension, her whole body tense like she was about to be punched in the gut.

“…I love you, too, Cath.” Charlie barely breathed.

Slowly, a smile took over Cath’s face. Charlie let out a small, watery laugh, making Cath chuckle too. She reached up and cupped Charlie’s cheek.

“I know.” Cath murmured, making Charlie beam.

She leaned forwards and took Cath’s face, bringing her close for a kiss. They smiled against one another, Charlie a bit teary and Cath trying to hide the hammering in her chest—she felt like she could run straight up into space, she was so hopped up on adrenaline.

When they pulled apart, Charlie kept her close, resting her forehead against Cath’s. They were quiet for a moment, then Cath spoke.

“I didn’t mean ‘I know’ like an asshole, I meant it like—”

“—Yeah, I know, you meant it like Han Solo.” Charlie chuckled, shaking her head a little, “I can’t believe you just referenced Star Wars in this conversation.”

They both chuckled softly, Cath’s hand moving to hold her arm. “What can I say? You’ve had quite the effect on me.”

Charlie beamed, leaning forward to press another gentle kiss to her lips. They stayed there, breathing together and with foreheads touching for a long moment, savoring it. Finally, Cath told Charlie that she needed to fix the stitches.

“I don’t wanna find out later that the only reason why you said that you loved me was from the blood-loss.” She joked.

Charlie swatted her gently, pouting to cover her smile, “Shut up.”

Cath raised her hands in surrender, then focused fully on her work. For a long while, Charlie just watched her, the two of them sitting in contented silence. As the time passed, Charlie only grew more confident in her decision to tell Cath that she loved her. Accepting that she did have this new vulnerability—this new person to lose—was terrifying, but it also made Charlie feel somewhat at ease. She loved someone, and that someone loved her just as much. That’s not too bad of a thing to live with.