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[analyn100]

Fool Me Once

Catherine Adams loves to play games with Spencer. He may have been out of prison for two months, but like the cat playing with the mouse, Spencer will never be free.

Chapter One

Spencer Reid collapsed on the hotel room bed, for once not caring to mill over the folders of case files in his satchel. He pulled his credentials out of his pocket, eyeing the young man in the photograph. He looked so young, carefree. It really hadn't been that long ago, but it felt like a lifetime ago. Reinstatement to the Bureau still felt like a dream as much as Mexico had felt like a nightmare. His brain was determined to deny both realities. He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head to dispel the memories of the last hotel room he'd been in. In some ways he was desperate to remember, so desperate in fact that he'd been on his way to another hypnotherapy session when Rossi had intercepted him. It was a blessing. Rossi (the whole team) had stressed that point over and over again. Once he remembered, he would never forget and some bones were best left buried. So he'd spent his time with his mom at her new facility, taking J.J.'s kids to the zoo (that hadn't gone over so well), basically anything to keep his mind off of - them. Any of them. Lindsey (or whatever her name was), Wilkins, especially Cat. Wilkins and Lindsey may have been the perpetrators but they never would have done anything without her - her and that poor damned to Hell child she was caring.

The child, the poor kid was going to be raised by drug cartels and mobsters. The kid was never going to have a chance, not even a snow ball's chance in Hell of becoming a decent person. J.J. had told him, Rossi, everyone, even Morgan had told him to drop it, but he hadn't. If only the poor kid could grow up away from...this. Never hear his name, or hers...never come after him for revenge on her behest. Such was his (rational) fear, that he had inquired as to what would happen to the baby. Maybe he could find a couple in the Bureau who wanted to adopt. Someone who would know about the case for security but with no emotional connection...but that had been a bust. Mothers in prison had very few rights, but choosing who had custody of the baby was one of them.

He sighed as he picked through the case files, determined to focus on a problem he could actually potentially solve, but even that didn't give his stressed brain any relief. Two Jane Dos, mutilated, raped and decomposed. Heads and hands chopped off so no ID, wounds were post-mortem and the mutilation was so crude that they couldn't be certain that it wasn't caused by animals. Problem with that theory was the public dump site. Why mutilate a body beyond recognition, then put it on display? The decomposition was so severe that there wasn't even an obvious time of death. Well the team certainly had their work cut out for them. What a way to end a six month leave? A knock on the door gave him a brief reprieve from the depression staring him in the face.

"Who is it?" Never again would he simply open a hotel room door.

"Detective Garrison, Detroit PD." He opened the door, expecting to be given a new set of case files and a team just behind him, but the only person there was another local and they did not look happy at all.

"Can I help you?"

"Spencer Reid?"

"Yes."

"Put your hands where I can see them."

Were those handcuffs in his hand? "I don't -" Such was his shock, that Reid didn't even bother to struggle as his hands were wrenched behind his back.

"Dr. Spencer Reid, you are under arrest!"

*** SIX HUNDRED MILES AWAY ***

Catherine Adams smiled, a victorious smile that was not often to be seen in the frozen hell of FCI Waseca's solitary confinement cells, but today was special.

IT IS DONE

Such a simple, yet profound message. She sat her aching back on her cold hard cot, marveling at the bold red print on the crisp white paper. She would have to find some way to have this 'framed'. "You hear that, Maeve?" She stroked her bulging belly. "We've got Daddy right where he belongs."

Her twisted smile grew as she remembered her last meeting with Spency. 'Watch me.' Those were the last words he'd spoken to her before attempting to walk out of their lives forever. He may have won the battles, but she was about to win the war.

[tisfan]

tippy06 replied to your post “Too Hard to Handle”

Oh my God. Can I have some more? With smut...please?

Right now we’re just doing snarky prompts that are short, to kind of stretch our muscles after doing a lot of plot heavy stuff. But we are doing the Kinky Bingo again in a month or so, so who knows, this might get worked into a longer fill.

[dontshootmespence]

Farewell Criminal Minds!

For 15 years this show has been a big part of my life. Through high school, college, my first years on the job, suicidal ideations, good times, better times and anything and everything in between, Criminal Minds has been a constant for me. I fell in love with the characters from the very beginning and without them and this show I wouldn’t be who I am today. 

As the show comes to a close, I find myself both sad and happy. It’s over, sure, but it brought me so many close friends that I couldn’t imagine my life without. It brought me a love of writing that has included fanfiction and original work. The show made me a writer. It and so many of the OG CM accounts inspired me to start writing and know I consider ‘writer’ as an integral part of who I am. How cool is that? A show and so many of its amazing fans have made me who I am today.

Though the show is over, let the fandom remain dedicated. And always remember: 

Spencer Reid taught us its okay for us to embrace who we are in every way, no matter what.

Derek Morgan taught us that our pasts do not define us. What matters is how we conduct ourselves each and every day.

Jennifer Jareau taught us that we can make our lives what we want them to be. Family-oriented, professional, both, it doesn’t matter. We can be who we want to be and are better people because of it. 

Emily Prentiss taught us it’s okay to take a step back to find ourselves and it’s okay if your family is the one you’ve chosen rather than the one you were born into.

Penelope Garcia taught us to smile in the face of negativity and adversity. It’s hard and it can rarely be done alone, but it can be done and we’re all the better for it.

David Rossi taught us what it means to family - there for each other through thick and thin. 

Tara Lewis taught us to stand tall, drop that ‘weight’ and walk around like the badasses we are.

Luke Alvez taught us the value of friendship and how quickly it can form.

Matt Simmons taught us not to let the poison of our jobs and everyday lives snake their way into precious family time.

Aaron Hotchner taught us to always do what is right, even though it may not be easy.

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[pray4jensen]

Faith

deancas, coda, 15.02

-

There are about a million signs that the world is ending. Cas can see them in the water, can feel them in the wind, rippling through the very earth.

But the biggest sign is Dean.

He doesn’t believe in free will anymore.

So, You asked what about all of this is real? Cas says to him and Dean pauses to listen.

We are.

-

Maybe it’s because Dean’s heart is broken.

He fights like he isn’t sure what’s worth fighting for. He hunts ghosts not because he wants to but because he’s angry. When the day is over, they go back to the school, Dean’s shoulders just as tense as when they first left.

“It won’t be long,” Sam says, fingers brushing over his wound, and Cas feels a sudden rush of admiration for him, he who tried to kill God. “We’ll let the townsfolks know that the gas leak is fixed in the morning. Do one last sweep for ghouls and clear out before the real FBI gets in.”

They nod and go their separate ways.

Pretending as if there won’t always be ghosts now.

-

It’s not that Cas needs sleep but the events of last week are enough to make him crave it.

When he enters the gymnasium, there are already mats out, strewn helter-skelter, and soon enough, Sam will no doubt herd the rest here, the one safe place from which to watch over.

Cas takes his place among them.

He pulls his trench coat over his legs and closes his eyes.

But sleep doesn’t come easy.

-

It’s somewhere between the point where Cas’ mind is already drifting that his phone lights up, vibrating across the floor right into Cas’ outstretched hand.

The number on the screen is Dean’s. For a moment, he considers answering it.

But in the end, he doesn’t have to because it stops ringing altogether.

Dean sends him a text.

-

Dean 8:46 p.m.

             where r u

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[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

Siren Song

endverse!destiel

~1.3k words

Dean doesn’t bother knocking. It’s Thursday night, Cas is always waiting for him on Thursday nights.

And sometimes other nights. The thought comes, unbidden. Unwanted. He pushes it aside.

“Cas?” he says, but he’s not expecting an answer. The cabin is clearly empty.

At war within himself--go? stay? go?--he closes the door to keep the mosquitoes out and ends up on the inside. He decides that decides it for him--he’ll stay and wait. Not that he has to. He doesn’t need these nights with Cas.

Right, says the voice in his head. Dean ignores it.

Wandering aimlessly around the single-room space, Dean lets his eyes slide across the wooden walls, the plain, worn furniture. Cas lost the last of his grace over a year ago, but he still decorates his place like an angel. Stark, sterile. Dean is here often, but he’s never really got eyes for the decor. Maybe he should find Cas something colorful to brighten the place up. Blue, maybe. He could probably scrounge up some curtains…

The small kitchen table is cluttered with papers, some stacked neatly, others wrinkled and battered and tossed about. Dean sits in one of the two chairs. There’s a lantern on the table too; Dean is careful to keep it away from the papers when he lights it, mindful of possible sparks.

His breath catches in his throat. He’d seen Cas drawing, but he’d never seen any of his work before now. It’s...well, it’s breathtaking.

All the people who matter, he sees them staring back at him. Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Chuck. He picks up a drawing of Sam laughing, not with Lucifer’s cruel eyes but his own true happy light shining from every line.

There are others. Angels. Those have a certain quality to them--not sharp, not blurry, but different. Like Cas was trying to capture their angelic bodies while drawing their human vessels. They’re all done in charcoal and ordinary pencil, but somehow they shine with hints of grace.

And everywhere, everywhere, is Dean. For every drawing of another there are five of Dean, maybe more. His hands begin to shake. Cas has been under him, over him, inside him, but these drawings make him feel more known than he’s ever been. He stands quickly, the chair clattering to the floor. He’s pacing in front of the table, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, thoughts racing.

He’d always thought...no. It’s time for honesty, right? Because these drawings are nothing if not honest. He tries again.

Back before the world went mad, he and Cas had a connection. From the very beginning there’d been...something. Cas always called it “a more profound bond.” Nothing ever happened, aside from lots of lingering glances and quite a few late-night fantasies--on Dean’s part, at least. But once Cas had begun the trek toward humanity, once Dean had lost his brother, once nearly every moment had become devoted to survival...it hadn’t taken long for them to take solace in one another.

For him it had always been more than solace. He acts like it’s just physical, but he craves the times Cas lets him stay all night, lets him be close. He never lets himself ask, he’s so afraid he’ll frighten Cas away and he’ll be left with nothing.

But these drawings. Dean stops pacing and picks up a drawing of himself, sprawled on his stomach on Cas’s bed, naked and asleep. There are constellations of freckles across his back, and three jagged knife scars that hadn’t been stitched well, and a puckered gunshot scar on his right shoulder. The detail is sharp, but Dean looks so soft, almost at peace. And Dean knows if he had been sleeping anywhere but in Cas’s bed he would have had tension in every line of his body instead.

And another--Dean in the barn, gripping Ruby’s knife in his fist. Defiance in his eyes. He looks fearless. Funny, part of him had been paralyzed with fear. He must have kept it well hidden.

The door rattles and there’s Cas, staring at him, eyes narrow and puzzled. Dean feels like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Except he hasn’t had a cookie in years.

“Dean. I wasn’t expecting you.”

Mouth dry, Dean says, “Uh, it’s Thursday.”

Cas tilts his head, and looks more like the angel he was than he has in months. “It’s Wednesday, Dean.”

“No, it’s n--” Dean starts to say, but then he stops and thinks about it. Could it actually be Wednesday? The names of days matter less and less, running one into another.

“I’m sorry,” he says, confused and embarrassed. “I’ll go.”

He’s past Cas and in the doorway when Cas says, “Wait,”

Dean stops, helpless. Cas is a siren, Dean a parched and starving sailor. He turns but doesn’t look at Cas; he won’t do that unless Cas asks. Because now he knows Cas can see into him, and if Cas looks into his eyes right now he’ll know that all this is more than just sex to Dean. More than just scratching an itch. And if Cas sends him away for good Dean will truly go mad in this world of madness.

“Stay,” Cas says, and Dean realizes Cas isn’t looking at him either. Dean glances up to see that he’s at the table, fingers trailing over the scattered drawings, his back to Dean.

“I never meant for you to see these,” Cas says, his voice low and soft. Almost raw. His shoulders slump under worn flannel and Dean can’t help but remember the powerful wings that once sprouted from those shoulder blades.

“I didn’t mean to look.” It’s mostly true.

Silence ticks between them, then Cas starts to gather up the drawings, says, “Just give me a minute to put these away.”

“Don’t.” The word is out of Dean’s mouth before he can think, and he immediately wants to take it back.

Cas freezes.

“I mean…” Dean looks for the words. Finally he just says, “Show me?”

Cas turns and looks at Dean, and even though he’s fully clothed Dean has never felt so naked. So seen.

Their eyes are locked, and Dean couldn’t look away now even if he wanted to. Heart trying to beat its way out of his chest he says, “I’ll stay even if you don’t want to show me your work, Cas. I’ll stay every night if you’ll let me. Hell Cas, I’ll be whatever you need me to be. Just so long as it’s yours.” Cas’s eyes widen at this; just a fraction, but Dean’s looking close enough to see. He takes a step closer, reaches out but doesn’t touch. “But I want more than midnight rendezvous. Who knows how much time we even have left anymore--I want to kiss you in the sunlight.”

Cas doesn’t move, doesn’t even blink, and Dean’s heart sinks. All he can hear is his own uneven breath and his pounding heart, and the longer Cas stands staring at him the more Dean is sure Cas is going to send him away.

He can’t take that. He’ll make it easier.

“I’ll go,” he mumbles, turning away before Cas can see the hurt in his eyes.

And then Dean is spun around and slammed against the wall. One of Cas’s hands is gripping the front of his shirt and the other rather posessively pressed against his shoulder, right where his handprint once shone. Cas’s face is mere inches from his own.

“I’ve loved you since I raised you from perdition, Dean Winchester. I’ve belonged to you ever since--even when I told you I didn’t. Please.” He takes a breath, then another, then presses a soft kiss to Dean’s lips, never breaking eye contact. “Please stay.”

“And after?” Dean says carefully.

“Stay after,” says Cas. He loosens his grip on Dean’s shirt, runs his hand over his chest instead. Dean’s breath is ragged. Cas looks up at him, eyes warm but true. “Stay always.”

. + . + . + . + . + .

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[spencerreidreads]

I Want to Tell You part 7 (Spencer Reid x reader)

(a/n: this definitely isn’t how i planned this going, but as i kept writing it just kind of flowed out.)

part 1  part 2  part 3  part 4  part 5  part 6

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Spencer walked into his apartment around 11pm, exhausted. He spent most of his night arguing with his now ex girlfriend Hannah, or well her yelling at him. She started screaming at him saying that he “wasted her time” and to go “fuck himself”. He had told her that he was leaving her because he realized he was in love with Y/N, and in hindsight that probably wasn’t the best idea. He’d never broken up with anyone before, so he thought honesty was the best policy.

He collapsed onto his couch and considered calling you, but he was too afraid of the possibility of rejection that he’d gotten his whole life. So instead he sat in his living room trying to think of ways to somehow get you to understand why he couldn’t tell you his feelings, but nothing was coming to him.

So just like their old tradition, Spencer walked in with two coffees, one for him and one for you. However, you walked in holding your own coffee, so he just felt embarrassed and gave it to JJ instead.

“Spence, this is Y/N’s coffee order…” JJ said quietly to him, leaning on his desk while you went to go pick up some files.

“Yeah,” he paused to clear his throat as a way to stall, “I wanted to make things right with her, but I’m scared.”

“She loves you, why would you be afraid?” “Well I mean you’ve seen how things have been the last few days...What if she doesn’t want to talk to me?” Spencer asked looking up at JJ finally.

“You know her better than most of us, just say what’s in your heart,” JJ smiled, ruffling his hair as she walked away.

You came walking back with a huge stack of files, and just a few steps away from your desk they all started dropping to the floor. Spencer popped up from his desk, and ran to your rescue helping you pick up all the files from the floor.

“You don’t have to help me, it’s okay,” you said not making eye contact with him.

“But I want to,” he replied softly.

“Reid,” he cringed at the fact that you used his last name, “you-”

You were both crouched on the floor when it came out like word vomit, “I-I I broke up with Hannah!”

You looked into his eyes and it was obvious he was searching for some sort of reaction from you.

You stood, placing the fallen files onto your desk, Spencer following suit.

“Why?” you whispered, knowing that most of the team was watching your interaction.

“I don’t know why it took me so long to realize it, and Y/N I’m so sorry for everything, but I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time….” He paused for a moment realizing what he just said, “No, not think. I know I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

“Spencer, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that...but-” you were holding back tears, “I just can’t deal with this right now, I’m sorry.”

And with that you walked right back into the file room to finish what you were originally doing, only to be followed by a determined Spencer.

“Y/N I’m being serious,” he said closing the door to the room behind him, trapping you in there.

“Please get out of my way Spencer, I said I didn’t want to deal with this right now,” you weren’t giving into him.

“I’m not giving up!” he had to remind himself to lower his voice, because even though everyone knew what was going on between the two of them, this really was their business, “The other night in our hotel room...when you told me how you felt--”

At this point you were actually crying, so Spencer slowly walked closer to you, testing the waters not wanting to upset you further.

You looked down at the ground, not wanting to let him see you cry. He used one of the fingers that you always fantasized about to lift your chin so that you would look at him.

“Let me start from the beginning,” he took a deep breath, “I’ve never been in a relationship before so I didn’t know that our friendship was actually love. And when I got with Hannah, I thought I was happy, but then your little scheme with Christian actually worked. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I wanted to be in his position.

“And then you told me how you felt...and I wanted to tell you too, but I couldn’t cheat on Hannah. But I really do love you. Just ask JJ she figured it out on the last case.”

You two stood staring at each other for what felt like an eternity, you still silent, “Please say something,” Spencer pleaded.

All you could do was fall into his arms, enveloping him in the biggest hug of your life, mumbling into his chest, “I missed you.”

He kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you too, laughing a little bit, “It’s only been like two days.”

“Two days too long.”

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[maealbert]

Memory Loss // Spencer Reid

AU Characters: Spencer Reid x Reader A/N: Finished the last season of Full House (all 8 seasons are on Hulu, fyi) and I got inspired by Michelle’s memory loss to write this piece, so enjoy. Master List

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Picking up the glass of water off of the counter, you drank what was left in it. Opening the dishwasher and placing the glass inside the racks, you close the door and head for the hallway when you see Spencer stepping out of the bedroom. He rubs one of his eyes with one hand, the other one dragging through his hair. “Hey, you okay?” He asks, his voice raspy.

You nod your head. “Just thirsty was all.” You reply. “Sorry if I woke you.”

“You didn’t wake me.” Spencer says shaking his head. “I almost pee’d in my dream.” A smile spreads across your face, a soft giggle emitting from your throat.

“Well I’m going to head back to bed.” You say slipping past him and going into your bedroom. Laying down in bed, you stared up at the one lonely glow-in-the-dark star that was stuck on the ceiling. How did that get there? Did you put that there? Shaking your head, you rolled over in the bed and pulled the sheets up to your chin.

“Spencer, I think we should pull over. It’s getting too dangerous.” You say, your hands shaking and your heart racing. Your anxiety was on a high. The storm broke out just as the two of you pulled off the interstate exit.

“I think you’re right.” He says. “I believe that’s a gas station on the left. I’ll pull in there and park while we wait for this rain to calm down.” He puts on his blinker and waits as the cars pass by, hoping for a clearing soon so he get in and park. The windshield wipers were rapidly moving back and forth as the rain poured down on the car. Headlights began to fill the rearview mirror, lighting up the inside of the car. “Shit, shit...” Spencer mutters as he rapidly begins turning the steering wheel. “Fuck! Doesn’t this asshole see us?!”

The last thing you remember was screaming his name before your head collided with the dashboard and everything went black.

Waking up again you found yourself in the hospital. It was dark again and raining. Was it the same night? You try to sit up but this sharp headache struck. Wincing you grabbed hold of your head and laid back down. Hearing somebody groan beside, you see a man slumped in the chair beside the bed. Gauze wrapped around his hand and a patch on his forehead. He lifts his head and rubs his eyes with his good hand. Lifting his head, he looks up at you. Instantly springing out of the chair, he runs over to the bed to sit down. “Hey, you’re awake. How’re you feeling?”

“My head hurts..” You reply.

“I bet it does.” He says reaching your hand. You quickly pulled it away and looked up at him. He could see the fear in his eyes. “(Y/N)..” He speaks.

Your furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you look at him. “Do I know you?”

“Wha-” He shakes his head. “I forgot.. I’m sorry.. He told everyone to introduce themselves in case you..you uh..”

“Oh, I’m sorry..” You mutter. “I guess your fears came true, huh?” The man nods his head. “Who are you?” You ask.

“I am Spencer. Spencer Reid.”

“What time is it?”

Spencer glances down at his watch. “Nine o’clock.”

“How long have I been here?”

“Just a few hours. The others had to head back to the police station to finish the case?”

“The others? Case?” You say confused again.

Spencer clears his throat. He gets off the bed and turns on the light above the bed. “The others would be the team.” He begins to explain to you as he pulls his chair over. “Emily is our unit chief, Penelope is our technical analyst, JJ used to be the liaison for a number of years and then she got promoted to profiler--”

“Profiler?” You question. “Like the FBI?”

Spencer nods his head. “And you are one of them.”

“I am?” Spencer nods his head again. “How many of us are on the this..uh..team.”

“Well there’s you, Emily, JJ, Penelope, myself and four others.”

“Wow..” You say in exasperation. “That’s a lot of people.”

“Large group with a lot of brain.” He says making you giggle.

“I know this is random, but can you tell me about myself?”

“No random at all.” Spencer says chuckling. “Well you are...”

You lifted your head to look at the clock. Midnight. Behind the digital clock sat a photo of you and Emily--as Spencer had pointed out to you. The two of you were laughing in the photo. You wondered what happened to be so hilarious while the photo was taken. Sitting up in bed, you picked up the photo to look at it better. The moonlight caked it and illuminating the lonely tear had managed to escape and land on the glass of the frame. Filling a burst of anger inside of you, you chuck the photo across the room. It collides with the wall and shatters to pieces on the floor.

Your bedroom swings open and Spencer runs in quickly turning on the overhead light. He notices the broken photograph on the floor. Turning his attention to you he begins to notice the fresh tears that have come down your cheeks. “Are you okay?” He asks as he comes over to the bed and sits down.

“I just want to remember!” You cry, choking on your tears. “I can’t remember what happened in that bloody photo!”

“Hey hey hey.” Spencer says as he wipes away the tears on your cheek. “It’s okay. I can tell you.”

“But I want to remember. I want to be able to feel the emotions that I felt in that photo! But I can’t and I hate it!”

“This is only temporary.” Spencer says as he moves closer to you. He cups your face in his hand and he gently places a kiss on your forehead. “Now get some rest, alright? I’ll see you in the morning.”

As the sun rose in the sky, the light filled your room. The rays spread across your bed, the warmth seeping through the covers. Rolling over onto your back, you looked up at the ceiling. The lonely star now dim in the light of the sun was still stuck there on the ceiling. You giggled at the thought of how it got of there.

“Auntie!” Your niece exclaimed from your bedroom. “Auntie, come look!” You set down the coffee pot and went to go see what your niece was going on about. Walking into your room you see her jumping up and down on your bed. “Look what I did!” She plops down on the bed and points to the ceiling. You look up at the ceiling to see that she had placed a tiny glow-in-the-dark star right next to the overhead light. “I put a star up there so that when you come home at night, you can look up at see the star and know that I’m looking at the same one too! Daddy says that it’s hard to see the stars in the city so I improvised.”

“And you learned some new vocabulary.” You say smiling as you walk over to the bed. You lay down beside her as you both look up at the tiny little star on the ceiling. “I love it.”

Wait.. Sitting up in bed you run your hands through your hair. Climbing out of bed, you picked up the photo from the floor, careful not to cut yourself on the broken glass. All of a sudden you could remember what you and Emily were laughing about.

“Come on now!” Garcia whined. “I want a good photo for my mantle.”

“I’m s-sorry, Garcia!” Emily cried out in laughter. “But Derek just--” She couldn’t contain her laughter. You tried to stifle your laughter as to not anger Garcia anymore. However you couldn’t but looking at Derek as he staggered past you and Emily with pie covering him.

“This isn’t funny..” He snarls as he flicks whipped cream in you and Emily’s direction.

“Well this will have to do..” Garcia mutters as she lowers her phone.

Running into Spencer’s room, you jump onto the bed and shaking him awake. He groans and covers his face with his pillow. Pulling the pillow she tosses it to the other side of the door. “Spencer!” You exclaim grabbing him by the shoulders.

“What?” He groans sitting up. He glances over the clock before running a hand through his hair. “And why are you still awake?”

“Your favorite color is purple, you have thirty-two sweater vests, you have an IQ of 182, you love Beethoven and any classic books. We first met before I started working at the Bureau kind of like Derek had met Jordan years ago, or as you had described it. Our first date was at the Hard Rock café because I knew it’d be a way to get you into something more entertaining than classical music and such.”

“So you remember?”

You nod your head. “I remembered why there’s a glow-in-the-dark star sticker on the ceiling of my bedroom and I remember why that photo was taken.”

“Well I just have one question for you.”

“Ask me anything.”

“What was your GPA in high school?”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “Random much?” You giggle. “When I graduated my GPA was 4.3 and I was the valedictorian.”

“Oh it feels so good to have you back.” Spencer says as he throws his arms around you and presses his lips to yours. “How does it feel to remember it all?”

“Gosh it feels like I’ve been on a very long vacation. I just wish the only thing I could forget was the accident..”

“Hey, you lived. That’s all the matters.” He says making you smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Such a cheesy ending but I couldn’t think of any other way to end it.

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Regrets and Sorrows

This is my entry for @literallyprentissstwin‘s 600 writing challenge!! congrats aileen!! ily!!! 

The character she assigned to me was Spencer and the prompt was “I don't know how to look you in the eye after the things I've done.”

so,,, be prepared for angst 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader, Spencer Reid x Maeve Donovan 

Warnings: Cheating, breakups

Word Count: 1023

Spencer Reid knew that this was not what he had wanted to happen. 

He was in love with Y/N and she was in love with him. They’d been together for 8 months and they were genuinely happy with each other in their lives. Y/N had just given him a key to her apartment and they’d already planned out so much of their life together. They were going to get married, have their honeymoon in Bali, and have three lovely little kiddies. The first two would be boys named Joseph and Jason, the third and youngest being a little girl named Laila. They knew everything and they both thought it’d totally work out. 

Except Y/N finally encouraged Spencer to get help for those headaches he’d been getting. 

And for a couple of months, now, Spencer has been speaking with Doctor Maeve Donovan about things that don’t even have to do with his brain scans anymore. 

He knew this was wrong, the way that he’d smile when he’d think of Maeve and the way he was keeping secrets. 

He knew he had to tell her and he knew that it probably wouldn’t end well as he’d basically done the unforgivable, even if not physically. Cheating was cheating was cheating. 

Spencer, however, wasn’t the only one keeping secrets as Y/N had recently found out that she was pregnant. 

She was nothing but excited yet terrified at the same time. Was it too soon for them? They wanted to wait after their marriage for children yet there was a little baby in her, a baby that was going to be their world soon. 

At least she hoped that’s how it was. 

Spencer needed to tell her what he’d been hiding, the weight on his shoulders got nothing but heavier every time he’d leave work early before going to Y/N’s place just to fit in a call with Maeve and leave Y/N’s early in the morning using work as an excuse when all he wanted to do was call Maeve again. 

Poor Y/N, so trusting that she believed every word, always kissing him goodbye and wishing him nothing but luck. 

Both Spencer and Y/N had secrets from one another and both were terrified to tell the each other. All they needed was the push. 

Y/N was the one who got pushed first. She wanted to see the doctor about the little baby in her yet she didn’t want to do it without the baby’s father. Best get it done now rather than later. That’s why she asked Spencer to come over for dinner. Her plan was to tell him, no surprises, no fluff... Just say it and if it works, they’ll eat dinner. If it doesn’t, he’ll leave and she’ll raise the baby on her own. 

Simple. 

Oh dear lord how she wished it actually was simple. 

Knowing his distaste in texting, Y/N called the man, knowing it’d go to voicemail because he was at work. When the dial pinged, she spoke gently, “Hey darling, it’s me.. Anyways we really need to talk, I have something of importance that shouldn’t be said over the phone. Come for dinner tonight.. Bye, I love you..” 

When Spencer heard the voicemail, he sighed quietly. If there was something important to her, he had to tell her what he’d been doing. It was only fair if the news was so important. 

The anxiety was obvious within Spencer when he knocked on the door, not feeling it fit to use his key with the news he bore. He smiled softly when Y/N opened the door for him, hugging her gently and pressing a soft kiss to her head as he made his way inside the apartment. 

Y/N followed behind him, sitting on the couch and patting the spot beside her with a soft smile on her lips. Had she not been so anxious as well, she’d probably have noticed his tension. 

Spencer sat down next to his girlfriend, clearing his throat lightly. He wanted to get this done so he spoke before Y/N could even open her mouth, “Before you speak, I have something I want to- no need to tell you.” 

Y/N’s brows furrowed ever so slightly in confusion as she looked to him, resting a hand on his shoulder, “What is it?”

Spencer didn’t know what to say.. He couldn’t even meet her eyes, his glued to his hands folded in his lap, “I don't know how to look you in the eye after the things I've done.”   

Y/N, immediately filled with worry, scooted closer to him, her arm moving around his waist, “Hey, what did you do? We can fix it..” 

He knew that all outcomes would probably not be good so he figured he’d start at the beginning, which he did. He seemed to talk for hours as he spoke of the geneticist and how one thing led to another. He couldn’t look at Y/N as he spoke, but he could feel her reaction. 

It started off by her removing her arm from around his waist. From there, it went to her scooting away from him to the other end of the couch. By the end of him speaking she was standing on the other side of the room, biting back the tears and rolling her eyes when he said nothing physical every happened. 

Spencer stayed in his seat as Y/N’s bottom lip quivered. She didn’t know how to react. She couldn’t tell him what she wanted to say now, he’d broken her heart. 

That’s why she walked to the door, slipping on her shoes. The last thing she said to him was simple, “I want all of your stuff out of my home by the time I get back. Take the pictures too, maybe your geneticist would like to use them to decorate the home the two of you have together.” 

There was a slam of the door as Y/N exited...

And then nothing but silence in which Spencer Reid sat and wept, his sobs filled with regret and sorrow. 

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[analyn100]

Fool Me Once

Catherine Adams loves to play games with Spencer. He may have been out of prison for two months, but like the cat playing with the mouse, Spencer will never be free.

Chapter Six - July 27, 2017

"Well you got caught, so someone must have suspected."

"There's a reason I don't trust people. First accomplice I've worked with and he gives it all away."

"Who was that?" This might be easier than she ever thought possible.

"Penelope!" Emily's warning hissed in her ear. They had to tread carefully and Garcia was already throwing caution to the wind.

"That case isn't up for discussion." Right. They only had permission from her lawyer to discuss closed cases, murders to which she had already plead guilty.

"So which case would you like to discuss?" She placed Cassie's photo just slightly off the center as Emily had indicated, by no means hidden but not so central as to draw suspicious attention

Lindsey was positively giddy as she surveyed the line up of brutal photos, picking one out and handing it to Penelope. "This one." It seemed almost as if she was picking out a treat - like a kid in a candy store. Penelope swallowed a lump in her throat, determined not vomit.

Let her talk, Tara had encouraged. Only ask the questions if she stops talking. Lindsey ran her mouth off about the murders in the U.S. to which she had plead guilty, but those cases weren't the reason for her visit.

"Now, I understand, Miss Vaughn-" How she hated treating the snake with any kind of respect "- that you've had dealings with the FBI in the past. How would you say your previous experience with law enforcement affected your decisions?" Keep to open-ended questions - questions that can't be answered with one word.

"You mean when I was kidnapped?"

"Yes, the FBI was called in to look for you and your friend - Katie. Katie Owens?" Garcia pretended to double-check the name in her files, as if she hadn't been there. As if she hadn't listened to all of Katie's blogs about her friend Lindsey and how even at that young age she found Lindsey's dad to be creepy.

"The FBI didn't DO anything!"

Was that what she thought of them? "According to reports, an agent realized you were at the school and -" Don't mention Reid's name. Don't! Tara and Emily had been insistent on that point. If she tried to influence Lindsey's words, coerce a confession, then the tape may be inadmissible. This tape could either be considered trash, or worth its weight in gold to the defense.

"And did nothing! He didn't try to save me! He tried to save - him!"

"Him who?"

"Ryan Phillips!" she spat the name out like sour milk. "He took me! Ryan took me and killed Kate! And what does Agent Reid do? I was the the one threatened and he - he acted like Ryan was the victim. Like we were the bad guys! That's when I knew cops couldn't be trusted. You want justice, you take it for yourself. Just like my dad did. My dad was just protecting me. Self defense, no more no less. That's not a crime."

Penelope felt a chill go down her spine. That wasn't what Reid's report said. He described the stand-off as Ryan on the floor, the knife out of his reach, defenseless. Lindsey had been safe behind her father, no immediate threat to her life. "So you don't believe your father could have aided the agent in bringing Philips in peacefully?"

Lindsey hesitated before shaking her head emphatically. "No. No, Ryan was too dangerous. He would have fought his way out. My father did Agent Reid a favor."

A favor? Reid certainly hadn't seen it that way. According to her Chocolate Thunder, Reid had been shaking in the car the whole way back to the station. But that wasn't in a report.

"They didn't care!" Gone were Lindsey's gloating smirk and proud eyes. Is this a trick? A play for sympathy?

No wonder she hadn't trusted the cops, no wonder she'd agreed to the plot when Reid's name came back into her life. "Of course he cared. He went in without back up to save you. Lindsey, sweetheart, you've got this all wrong." Empathy was key number two that Emily had insisted she fake, but she wasn't faking. The poor girl. Was that why she had been so keen on getting revenge for Cat? She wanted Reid to know how it felt to have the tables turned?

"Don't call me that! Cat's the only -"

"I'm sorry, who?"

"Nothing."

She was close, so close.

"Drop it! Change the subject," Emily's order cam in loud and clear. If she got suspicious about questions pertaining to Cat, she might call off the whole meeting.

"Okay, okay, I didn't mean to upset you. Let's talk instead about Mexico. You plead guilty to the murder of Maria Diaz. What can you tell me about her?"

"Not much to tell, really. She didn't pay her debts."

"That's it? That's why you killed her? Why not hold her hostage and get your money from her family?" Oh how she hated thinking like unsubs.

"Oh please," she scoffed. "like I want to draw attention. A bullet to the back of the head is much more effective."

"Walk me through it. What happened?"

"What do you think happened?" The smirk was back.

"Well according to her file she left her hotel at 8 pm on November 23, 2016. She was reported missing the next day when she didn't meet her family. After that, the trail went cold."

"Because she met me! She wanted drugs for her customers, but she didn't have any money. I had loaned her a small amount of heroin in the past, but she wanted more drugs this time and without paying? What did she think would happen?"

"You had loaned her drugs in the past? She was from Corpus Christie. How did you find each other in Mexico?"

"There are these things called cell phones."

"Right, of course. What I meant was, did you plan to meet her ahead of time?"

"No. She called me that evening, asked if I could meet her the next morning in La Paloma -"

"La Paloma, is that -?"

"That's in Texas. I told her not to worry - that I was in Mexico just south of the border. I could meet her at the Fortinas Motel in Matomoros. I shot her an hour later."

"Don't mention anything else about Matomoros!" Emily's order warned. "Tell her you'll be back."

"Well it's been very nice to meet you, Lindsey. I wish I could stay, but my time here is short. I look forward to meeting with you again."

"As do I." She gave a polite nod in acknowledgement as Garcia gathered up her equipment and left the room.

*********

Emily Prentiss had seen her days of holding another woman's hair as she vomited, but that was usually after a fun night of partying. This was - not.

Garcia looked up from the trash can, wide-eyed and pale.. "I hate psychos."

"Don't we all?"

"How do -? Never mind." She cut the question off. It was something none of them had ever been able to satisfactorily explain to her. How could they talk to these people and look at those photos all day long?

"Are you feeling better?" Emily kept a comforting hand on her back, supporting her as they finished the walk across the prison parking lot.

Did she feel better? A little less wobbly, but her mind? Her heart? "Maybe, I guess. I don't need to throw up any more." Probably because there was nothing else left.

Emily handed the keys to Tara and climbed in the back seat with Penelope. Profiling could wait. "I'm proud of you."

"For what? I got nothing." All of that anxiety and nausea and what had she accomplished?

"That's not true." The objection came from the driver's seat. "You placed Lindsey in Matamoros."

"That's nothing new!"

"She named Reid on her own, no hint or anything. So now the prosecution will know that she remembers him from all those years ago - and you place Lindsey at the hotel where Nadie was killed on a day that Reid was in Mexico. Plus, when you go through Maria Diaz phone records, you can get Lindsey's number to cross-reference. That's a lot!"

"It's not enough! It's not good enough!" The tears were back with a vengeance. "How can you say I got 'a lot'. Reid's still -"

"Garcia?" Emily nudged the head resting on her shoulder. "Did you think you'd get a confession? Oh, Sweetie. You thought we'd be able to bring him home today? Didn't you?"

Penelope didn't even look up from Emily's shoulder. "Stupid, I know but - it worked last time!"

"Penelope, today was a fishing expedition and you've given us a lot to work with."

"Why? Why did you send me? I'm not a profiler! I hate thinking like a profiler." There was a reason, a really good reason why she turned off her webcam whenever the conversations on the jet turned to icky things.

"You know why. No other team is going to believe she's behind this, and your're the only one on the team she doesn't know."

"Do I have to go back in there? For reals?" She didn't want to go back in there, ever! Prisons were the most depressing Hell hole on the planet.

I hope not." She gave Garcia another hug. "Go, go rest."

"Rest? It's only 2 pm." She looked out the window to a familiar sight: home.

"We've got a new case in Indiana. We'll call you when we get there. In the the meantime, go rest. Take care of yourself and we'll call you in a few hours."

As Emily watched her walk safely through the gate, her mind was brought back to their conversation night before Reid's release from Millburn, when they had burned the midnight oil in a desperate attempt to put together a paper trail worthy of exoneration before anything...else happened

Reid dies, I quit. She had assured her that would never happen, not really taking into consideration that they really had no control over it. No matter how many rules they bent or strings they pulled.

Emily, I'm exhausted and it is breaking me. This whole year has been an emotional roller coaster and its like every time something happens, there's a piece of my soul that is chipped away and if one more thing goes down - I don't think there's going to be anything left.

She was going to have to tread with extreme caution or this time, she would loose Reid and Garcia from the team, forever.

[b-o-s-t-o-n]

The Calm Of Burgundy- Nineteen

And it was all yellow.

The short walk to the taxi outside of Penelope’s apartment was difficult. Not only were the heels I was wearing hard to walk in, but my stomach also hurt. I was feeling a mixture of nervousness and sadness. Nervousness because of the somewhat blind date I was about to attend and sadness because it seemed like I had lost the friendship with Reid that I had only recently gained.

Even though I started off hating him, Reid had really started to grow on me. When he wasn’t in one of his Dilaudid-inflicted mood swings, he was actually fun to be around. He was a sweet man deep down and I had been enjoying getting to know that side of him.

But now it seemed like he wanted nothing to do with me. Why? I still had no clue. Maybe he had a problem with Anderson and didn’t approve of me going out with him. Or maybe he just had a problem with me.

The taxi ride to the restaurant Anderson had decided on was short, which made my stomach hurt even more. I was banking on at least ten minutes in the backseat of the taxi to mentally prepare myself. Unfortunately we pulled up in under five minutes and I was abruptly faced with what I had been dreading.

I was starting to have second thoughts. I had no idea why I had even agreed to this stupid date in the first place. Maybe it was because I didn’t want to disappoint the girls. I really didn’t know anything about this guy other than the fact that he worked at the BAU. For Christ’s sake, I didn’t even know what he looked like.

After a little internal prep talk, I made my way into the restaurant and walked up to the hostess booth. I gave her my name and who I was expecting to dine with and she told me to follow her. She lead me over to a table set for two where a man was already sitting at.

The man had short brown hair and cement blue eyes. He was wearing a white button down shirt and a blue tie. It matched his eyes nicely.

I looked him up and down, inspecting his features. He looked about my age, maybe a little older. He also seemed put together, like he knew how to properly dress himself. Most importantly, he was quite attractive.

So this was Grant Anderson.

“Hi,” I said awkwardly as I sat down across the table from him.

“Hi,” he laughed nervously.

His shine was yellow, which, for some reason, surprised me. I had expected him to have a manlier color such as dark blue or green. it looked familiar but I couldn’t quite place where I had seen it. I needed him to speak more than one word so I could see more of it.

“So, have you been here before?” Anderson asked.

I stared up at the cloud of smoke his words had created and my entire body turned cold. I remembered where I had seen that exact shade of yellow before. It was dark, almost mustardy, and nearly crossed over into the orange spectrum. But it was definitely yellow.

It was burnt yellow.

My mind went whirling back to when I had encountered that shine. It was the day that Strauss had sat us all down and showed us the bullet that had killed Gideon. The bullet had two distinct shines. Gideon’s brown and the killer’s yellow.

His burnt yellow.

I thought back to what Strauss had told us that day. She had lifted the order of protection on us and allowed us to go home, but only if we stuck together. I remembered her exact words when she had warned us.

“We don’t believe you are in any immediate danger,” Strauss replied.

“Why’s that?” Emily asked.

“Because, unlike Jason, none of you will be alone. Our profile of the unsub suggests that he won’t strike unless the victim is secluded and their guard is down.”

Anderson had taken me away from the protection of my team members and brought my guard down. He had pretended to be interested in me romantically when, in reality, he wanted to kill me. And the entire time he had been hiding in plain sight. Who would have suspected Gideon’s killer to work at the BAU? It was genius, really.

“I, uh, have to use the bathroom,” I excused myself as I scrambled to my feet.

I darted towards the back of the restaurant and found the women’s restroom. Once inside, I checked under the stalls to make sure no one else was in there and locked the door.

What was I supposed to do in this situation? I thought about the different scenarios I could choose. I could call the police, but I doubted they would know how to handle it correctly. I could try to take Anderson down on my own, but I didn’t have my gun with me and I wasn’t trained in hand-to-hand combat. Or I could call someone from the BAU and have them call the rest of the team to come rescue me and take him down.

Calling someone from the team seemed like the best option. I pulled my phone out of my purse and called the first number I could think of.

“What?” Reid answered angrily.

I sighed in relief at the sound of his voice. Never in my life had I been so relieved to see burgundy smoke swarming around me.

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[dontshootmespence]

Everyday Routine

A/N: Although my requests aren’t officially open, if I am sent an idea on occasion that resonates with me I’ll do it. I got a request for one where a reader has ADHD and specifically hyper fixates on certain things and has serious trouble focusing. As my sister has ADD, ADHD and Autism, this is something I’m familiar with combining my job with my sister’s routine and interests.

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A familiar smell of roasted coffee with a hint of chocolate behind it wafted into your nose as Spencer set the cup of coffee by your bedside. “Thank you, Spence.” He kissed your temple, as per usual and hopped in the shower before he had to get dressed for work.

You worked from home but always got changed out of your pajamas because you found it helped keep you on a schedule. There was a deadline coming up which made you anxious, so instead of watching your usual video on Youtube, you picked up the stress ball Spencer had bought for you a few months backed and squeezed the ever-loving crap out of it. 

When he stepped out of the shower, he saw the indents in the ball. “Deadline?”

“Yea.”

“You’ve got this, you know. Just don’t listen to Youtube while you work today. It’ll leave you frantic.”

Nodding, you stood up and wrapped your arms around him. “Yea, I’m thinking the sound of rain on pavement or something. Something really soothing,” you said, much louder than you’d intended. While Spencer was in the shower, the thoughts in your head had gotten louder to be heard over the sound of streaming water, but apparently you hadn’t regulated yourself and now it sounded like you were speaking into a megaphone. “Sorry!” You whispered.

“It’s okay,” he laughed, pulling out his phone.

You turned around to grab both of you a glass for your typical morning orange juice. “Why is there an antelope on my phone?”

“It’s not an antelope, it’s a dik-dik and I saw a baby one in a video the other day and they’re so freaking cute so I changed my phone background and my computer background and apparently I touched yours too.” After handing him his OJ, you glanced at the screen and there was in fact a dik-dik on the screen.

“Cool. It is cute,” he chuckled lowly. “So I can send you pictures of these during my lunch break? Or in our morning emails?”

“Yes,” you replied. “It’s the only acceptable ‘dik’ pic.”

Spencer snorted and kissed your forehead before grabbing a pop tart and heading out the door. With the apartment to yourself, you grabbed something to eat and sat down at the computer but before you knew it you’d turned on Youtube and drowned in kinetic sand cutting videos for nearly an hour, only coming out of the near coma when the ding of Spencer’s morning email came through - dik-dik picture included.

I drowned in videos for an hour and now I’m in a vicious cycle.

Turn on that rain video you told me about. Listen to it for a few minutes before you start work. Okay?

Exiting out of the window you were in as if to say ‘that’s all for now you beautiful, wonderful kinetic sand,’ you opened up a knew page and typed in what you needed. It took you a few minutes to settle on one that you liked the sound of, but then you did as Spencer said and closed your eyes to allow the beating of the rain against concrete to wash over you and focus you.

I’m good now. Thanks, Spence. I’m gonna go work.

With the serene soundtrack reverberating through the apartment, you somehow felt powerful. It was at times like these you felt most focused and took advantage of the drive to power through a large chunk of your work before Spencer and the team ordered lunch.

Thankfully, the rest of your work went off without a hitch save for a small panic attack you were able to talk yourself down from regarding the approaching deadline and a time frame of about 20 minutes where you read the same three sentences nearly 100 times and still couldn’t figure out what the fuck it was talking about, finally doing your best at interpreting the person’s job description so you could move on. Then you rewarded yourself with a well-deserved nap. It wasn’t necessarily a part of your routine, but it was a luxury you allowed yourself if work permitted. They always left you feeling refreshed and grounded.

At about 5pm, Spencer texted to say he was leaving work and would be home in about 15 minutes, but nearly 30 minutes later he still hadn’t arrived. The train he took broke down and returned to working order just a few minutes later having thrown everything off and therefore screwing around with your schedule. 

With the stress ball in hand once again, you paced the floors, feeling as though you’d never be able to stop moving. It was after your typical dinner time when Spencer finally walked through the door. “Sorry, love,” he said, enveloping you in a hug and rubbing your back, immediately having noticed your jitters. “How about something easy and quick tonight so we can snuggle up under a blanket and watch a movie? Mac and cheese?”

“Perfect. Can we watch Big Hero 6?”

“Again?”

“I’m obsessed.”

“You just love Baymax.”

“Exactly,” you giggled. “He’s an adorable marshmallow man. Please?”

“Of course.”

Mac and cheese filled your stomachs, the scent of crappy Kraft cheese floating through the apartment as you pulled the blankets around you and buried your head into the crook of Spencer’s neck. “You have an okay day today?” He asked.

“After a minor deadline-induced meltdown and reading the same three sentences about 100 times, yea. I got sidetracked this morning and the sand took over me.”

He liked them too. Sometimes he’d even watch them himself, finding the soft crunches and bright colors calming. “Wanna watch some when we go to bed?”

“You know me so well,” you replied.

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[pray4jensen]

Maybe it really is the end

deancas, coda, 15.01 

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You good?

Yes, but—

Dean doesn’t waste a second.

Good, he says and he turns his back to Cas.

.

Maybe because God is a vengeful bastard intent on conspiring against them, the Impala takes her last shuddering breath deep in the woods on a winding dirt path that promises to lead nowhere.

Dean pleads with her, caresses Baby’s wheel and gently coaxes her engine even as she slowly rolls to a stop. Under the stars, she gleams as if she’s still alive. But by the way Dean’s face contorts with grief, Cas knows that it’s at last time to say goodbye.

“Hey, asshole!” Dean shouts, picks up the heaviest thing he can find and aims it at the night sky, as if he might be able to make a dent into heaven itself. “Come down here instead of playing games, you son of a bitch.”

If God hears him, he doesn’t answer.

Dean’s rock hits an elderly pine and bounces off to break Baby’s side mirror.

.

You good?

Yes, but—

.

It’s not that Dean gives up—for hours, he tries reviving Baby—but between Sam’s ever growing exhaustion from the bullet embedded in his flesh and Jack’s—no, Belphegor’s—snide comments, even Dean eventually admits defeat.

Cas thinks that Dean will toss him out for the night—it’s only the brothers who need sleep and things between Dean and he…are not good. Sam passes out in the backseat, a light fever from his wound all that it takes for Dean to declare that Sam gets dibs on that half of the Impala. But despite his ire, Dean doesn’t protest when Cas slides up next to him—it’s only when Belphegor shoves his way in from the driver’s side that Dean grits his teeth.

Trapped between an angel and a demon, Dean instinctively shifts closer to Cas.

Then he pulls out his phone to avoid looking at him.

.

You good?

Yes, but—

.

Belphegor is one of those people who becomes uncomfortable as soon as he encounters silence so it’s no surprise when he starts talking a minute later.

“On Grindr, Dean? Got an itch to scratch? I don’t blame you. You’re pretty hot, you kn—”

Beside him, Dean stiffens, shifts even closer until their thighs press together. Cas has the urge to reach out and take Dean’s hand, finds that his chest is aching, finds that he can barely breathe when Jack’s innocent face is staring at him with such fiendish eyes.

But that would be foolish.

So he does nothing.

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[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

One-Sided

What happened, Cas? Why did you fly? Why did you leave? Together is better-- I always have your back.

Cas, man, this place-- damn, it’s something else. Monster Central. Are you okay? Are you safe? I’m looking for you. I won’t give up. I promise.

Sometimes I think of something back home-- a memory, a flash of color in all this grey. Do you remember that time you drank a liquor store? Classic Castiel. Sam and I laughed for weeks. Sometimes you have to laugh even when life seems bleak. Impossible. I’m almost smiling, remembering, but I can’t laugh. I’m worried about you, Cas.

Once you said I always come when you call. I’m calling now, Cas. I need you.

Can you even hear me? Am I talking to myself?

Where’s the angel? That’s the question of the day. Of every day. I ask every monster I meet. I say it in my sleep. It used to be weird, you watching me sleep. Right now it’s the only thing I want.

What do you miss, Cas? Right now, what do you miss? I miss burgers. A big juicy burger-- with bacon!-- and a beer to wash it down. I miss sleeping in a bed-- no, I miss pillows. Sleeping on the ground ain’t too bad, but my head misses pillows. I miss making fun of Sam’s ridiculous hair. Oh man, I miss my Baby.

...and I miss you. Sometimes I think I feel you nearby, but it’s probably just my brain playing tricks. Hope getting the better of me. Because you always come. If you could hear me call, you’d be here.

Now I lay me down to sleep, in the forest, dark and deep. The monsters come from far and wide, and you should be here, by my side.

Amen.

(I worked hard on that one, Cas. It rhymes and everything. So please… come home.)

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for @spnhiatuscreations || week seven - favorite quote || “I always come when you call.”

author’s note:

I wrote this for the SPN Hiatus Creations prompt...but it’s also for @bend-me-shape-me. Because Vanessa loves Purgatory even more than I do. AND she actually likes my poetry. 💙

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[spencerreidreads]

I Want to Tell You part 6 (Spencer Reid x reader)

(a/n): this is suuuuuuuuuuuuuper short, but mostly just a filler chapter until more drama happens :)

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Emily placed her hand on your shoulder, giving you a sad smile, “You can go take a few minutes to go change.”

You couldn’t speak, you were afraid if you did you would start crying, so instead you just nodded and took your bag to the hotel lobby bathroom.

“Man she looks terrible, she must have had a great time with that guy,” Luke says laughing, looking around at the group of his coworkers not getting any sort of reaction. Instead just a few eye rolls from JJ and Emily, a blank stare from Tara and Rossi, and and angry looking Spencer.

“Alright alright,” Luke held his hands up, “that was a bad one.”

You timidly walked back into the lobby, “I’m ready.” Emily nodded and motioned towards the door, making Spencer practically run outside to the SUVs waiting for them out front.

JJ rubbed your back as she started to speak, “He’s just confused, give him time…”

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You made sure you got into a different SUV than Spencer, and then on the jet you sat as far away from him as you could. But what you didn’t notice was that Spencer couldn’t stop staring at you. He knew he had no right to be angry, and he felt terrible looking at the somber expression on your face looking out the window. He’d heard about your rendezvous after you broke up with Christian for the first time, but he never thought he would cause you to do the same.

You could feel him staring at you, so you looked across the jet and he gave you a small wave. Instead of waving back you just looked back out the window, it wouldn’t be too much longer till you landed.

This time it was you running away from Spencer. The second you landed you booked it back to the BAU bullpen, throwing your stuff onto your desk and running to Penelope’s office once again.

“Welcome back my crime fighter!” Penelope smiled at you, and when you didn’t return her smile she just had to ask, “what happened?”

You were filling her in on what happened and how you were just so sad, and that’s when Spencer saw you sitting in her office, your face buried in your hands crying. Neither you or Penelope saw him, but at that moment he knew what he needed to do. He turned back around and headed to Hannah’s house.

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[maealbert]

First Day of School // Spencer Reid

AU Characters: Spencer Reid x daughter x Reader A/N: Hi all! I’m back with the kiddos! Since school started back up in here in the states just a month ago, I decided to put myself to the test and write something based on the first day of school. (Yes I realize how late I am, lol) Master List

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Unlike the usual mornings, Spencer had to get two people dressed for the day. First himself before waking his daughter and getting her dressed. Today was Wednesday, also known as the first day of preschool. You were already awake and dressed. You figured that since Spencer wanted to get Anna ready for school that you’d take on the duties of making her lunch and putting all of her school supplies into her backpack.

Fixing his tie for the final time, he heads to Anna room to find her already awake and dressed. The only thing left she had to do was tie her shoes. And he could she was struggling. He walks over to the bed and lifts her foot up on his knee as he bends down to tie each of shoes. She gives him a bright smile before jumping off of her bed. “You look eager for school this morning.”

“I just can’t wait to see Nina! Mommy says we have the same teacher!”

Spence chuckles as he straightens out the collar of Anna’s shirt. He was thrilled that she was excited but he wasn’t so thrilled about the tuition. Who knew private school was going to be so expensive for one kid? Spencer insisted on sending his daughter to a private school instead of public. Public schooling was always a nightmare day after day for him. But despite how much he insisted to send her there, you had to keep reminding him that bullies would be school no matter where she ended up going to, which then got him thinking about homeschooling. In return you had to remind him that she couldn’t homeschooling unless they hired a nanny and you were against having a nanny for Anna. Granted there are some nice nannies out there in the world, you were just afraid that you’d hire the wrong one.

Arriving her school, Spencer helps her out of her car seat and she runs over to you so you put her backpack on her. “Are you ready?” Right there Spencer could see Anna getting nervous.

“Y-Yeah..” Anna says as she nods her head.

Walking up to the classroom door, you bend down to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Have so much fun today, okay sweetheart? Daddy will be here after school to pick you up.”

“Okay, mommy...”

Seeing how nervous she had become, Spencer bends down to Anna’s level and places his hands on her shoulders. “I know you’re scared..” Anna frantically nods her head. A smile spreads across Spencer’s face. “It’s okay to be scared but it’s also okay to be brave. You’re a big girl now and big girls are brave and tough.”

“But I don’t see Nina, daddy.”

“I’m sure she’ll be here soon.”

“Hi!” A little boy exclaims as he runs over to the door. He extends his hand towards Anna. “My name’s Gabe! What’s your name?”

“A-Anna..”

“Nice to meet you Anna!” Gabe says with a bright smile. “Ms. Kelly labeled our cubbies with our names written on them! Boys have dinosaurs and girls have princesses! Let me show to yours!” He grabs hold of Anna’s hand and pulls her into the classroom.

The two of you get up from the floor and peek into the room. Gabe’s lips were moving a million miles a second as he talked to Anna. She seemed to be okay now that she made a new friend. Spencer saw a smile appear on Anna’s face as her body shook in laughter.

“Boys and girls! It’s time for us to sit please!” Ms. Kelly called.

“Hey look!” Gabe called to Anna from his table. “We share the same table!”

Dropping her snack in the bin and grabbing her folder from the cubie, she made her way over to the table and taking her seat beside Gabe.

“Watch out daddy, I think you’re little girl already has her first crush.” You tease before heading back down the hall towards the cars.

“He better treat her right.” Spencer jokes as he runs down the hall to catch up with you.

“Come on, Papa Bear, we don’t want to be late for work.” You say grabbing his arm and pulling him out to the car.

I seriously hope that when my future start their first day of school that it’s as cute as this.

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