#[damn I'm really so happy being open to sharing and making content for them holy hell???]

[the-leyline-directory]

I lied I'm drawing something properly for them I'm normal I swear I'm not normal I'm lying.

[come dawntrail I'll be even less normal]

[inavagrant-a]

@ @ @

@ghostlyanon

Ohohoho's to your hhehehe's awraxa.

@scarletooyoroi es next.

I actually know Jace from a distance from a while back ago! Back when I barely entered the Kingdom Hearts fandom, I knew of his Sora blog and I was a Roxas blog but I don't think we ever rp'd. It wasn't until my Cloud blog that I began to rp with him via his Sora blog! Jace is so fucking cool dude like, he's so damn chill and always has the coolest thread ideas, goes into it 100% and that just gets me hyped up. I honestly had no idea this was Jace until we followed each other and I was lIKE HEY HEY I REMEMBER YOU from a distance, could have just been me, I tend to remember lots of people I interact with here. I also figured out that he was also in the Naruto fandom once! I had no idea I never really ran into him there but that was cool cause I too dipped my feet there a bit. It's just amazing how you just run into people here honestly. Jace has always been a chill dude, always and like I said every time he rps he just does something that gets me so hyped up for it, I love reading his interactions and how he thinks about his characters. If you're not following him then you're really missing out honestly, give this guy some love, he's really cool and chill.

@reginrokkr es another.

If you aren't following Lyria you are doing yourself a disservice. Like holy shit this blog is so good, godly even, not just the rp content itself but the insight and thoughts on the game and on Dain himself, they are delicious meals every time. Lyria puts a lot of thought into their portrayal, using inspirations from that which inspires the game material itself to establish ground, I too find myself learning a lot of cool information through the posts they make in which they share their thoughts. Honestly, rp wise they too are goals, having threads that are like 50+ notes and still continuing that I read in silence to myself in the background and I'm just like hello?? Amazing, showstopping. Though I do my best to keep up with the game and keep tabs on the lore of it even I miss some things and get confused by other things and sometimes Lyria's breakdown posts about them and it helps me understand and see what I missed or what point went completely over my head. I've only gotten the chance to speak to them here and there but they've always been pleasant conversations. I've gotten the chance to rp with them too and I've had a blast interacting with them. Please do yourself a huge favor and follow them!

@dochttore ohohoho

Freaking Eddie, the Edster. Eddie is really quiet but they are very pleasant to chat with. They've always been considerate and I'm glad and count my blessings that they're someone I had gotten the chance to know. They are also a very amazing artist and I'm happy that every now and then I get to see their works in progress. Like I said before they are very quiet so most of the time I feel like I'm being too loud and annoying them by sending them messages on disc awraxa, but they're always really reassuring. I love the plots that we come up with and how open they are to exploring things because they also have some crazy ass ideas that very well match my own awraxa. So that makes me feel less crazy not gonna lie awraxa. Anyway, as a rper they are also great, their rp style is very easy to understand and to follow. I just love, like I can't express this enough, I love how Eddie's writing is always moving the scene forward, like there is always something left open on purpose for you to respond to. I can't say how frustrating it is sometimes when the scene just stays stagnant and it's something I really admire about the way they rp because it's something I want to get better at as well and I want to do all the time not just every now and then. I'm really thankful for their consideration for me and for sparing me some time off their busy life.

[oligbia]

Birthday Boy

Mirio X Reader

NSFW, Fem!Reader

for mirio's birthday event

A/N: I will say, i'm not huge on this one. It was really rambly at the start but idk i kinda liked it. I do like the slight fem!dom vibe i had. Idk, my straight smut still isn't good but it'll get better with practice. as always with anything- feedback is much appreciated <3

Mirio was the light of your life. He was the most beautiful sculpture, muscles toned and carved from a fine marble, each scar on his body telling a story. He had a soul that radiated love. He wanted everyone around him to feel loved- and you always felt loved with him. Everyday he loved you was like an adventure. He kept you on your toes, but would never let you down. He showered you in love and praises. He snuggled you in the morning, kissed you goodbye before work, caressed your hand during dinner, and held you close at night. You knew how much he loved you- but you wanted to make sure he knew how much you loved him.

With the summer heat of mid-July, you find yourself inside a lot more. This, however, presented you the perfect opportunity to think on what you would do for your precious boy’s birthday! You had asked Mirio a few different times what he planned to do or what he wanted, and most of the time he would wave you off with a “Just spending time with you is the best gift, Sunshine!”, but that wasn’t good enough to you. But, enough planning and one online shopping order later, and you had finally figured out the best gift.

It started with a dinner out, as most of your dates did. You had made reservations for a lovely, upscale type place. It was honestly very much out of you and Mirio’s comfort zones, but when Mirio saw you wearing such a nice evening gown, he was sold. The way the fabric draped over your body, hugging your curves, just about drove him up the wall. He looked good himself, of course. His light grey button-up and suspenders gave him a classy look, the way the sleeves were rolled up to his sleeves was downright sexy. Easy enough to say, the two of you made for an attractive couple. Mirio swore up and down you looked much better than him, complementing your dress over and over. What he didn’t know, however, was that he hadn’t even seen the best part.

After such an extravagant dinner, Mirio opened the door to your shared apartment. He smiled as he held your hips gently, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. He tasted like sunshine and champagne. “Thank you for the dinner plans, sweetheart. It was an amazing birthday.”

Your hands fell from his neck to his shoulders as you looked up into his eyes. “Don’t thank me yet Miri’ I have another present for you.” You smirked at him as he smiled back down at you, clueless as always.

“Does this plan include snuggle time?”

You squirmed from his grasp. “Maybe, just. . .go wait in bed for me and I’ll be there in a second, okay?”

Mirio looked puzzled but nodded. You watched as he headed down the hall for the bedroom, whistling some song the two of you listened to on the way home. Once you knew he was gone, you grabbed the package you had been hiding from him in the coat closet. Taking it to the bathroom, you removed the contents and shimmed out of your gown.

The outfit you bought online was the best damn thing you had ever seen. It was a beautiful bra and panty set that had a print resembling Mirio’s own hero costume. It hugged your hips and pushed your breasts together in such a way you looked so sexy it was sinfully, so sinful it would make a nun wet.

When you approached the bedroom, Mirio was hanging something up in your shared closet, back facing you. You cleared your throat to gather his attention. You wished you had a camera to capture the way he looked at you, you really did. His eyes blew wide as he bit his bottom lip.

“Holy fuck, baby-” Mirio practically lunged at you, nearly tripping over the chest at the end of your bed in the process. His hands wandered up and down your sides, fingers caressing the skin of your stomach.

“Happy Birthday, Lemillion,”

“Oh it is a happy birthday for sure- Oh my god.” His hands took rest on your waist, pulling you into him as he kissed you in a feverish rush. You couldn’t help the giggles that fell from your lips when his hands began to wander to the plush of your ass. His kisses were sloppy, sucking on your bottom lip now and then. His kisses migrated down to your jawline and to your neck. He left open mouth kisses along your neck, groaning as he grabbed at your ass with his large hands.

“You look...so pretty... Just for me, princess,” he spoke between kisses. Your hands wandered into his hair, tugging at it. Your combined moans float around the room like music. His hands wander back to your waist as he pulls you back onto the bed with him. Pulling his head back from your collarbones, he pouts.

“Baby, it's your birthday, let me make you feel good please?” You wandered onto his lap, straddling his waist. Your hands wandered under his shirt, you lifted it up over his head and discarded it on the floor.

You swore his eyes turned to hearts with the total awe and lust he looked at you with when he nodded. To him, you were a goddess amongst mere mortals. He was fully prepared to bow at your feet and worship you. He would idolize you in your entirety, praising every inch of your body. Having you on top of him like this, eyes looking down at him was enough to convince him he had been sent to heaven. When your hands held his face, lips grazing across his jawline and throat, he felt like he was being touched by god herself. Each kiss you left on his collarbones and jawline felt like little blessings.

After abusing his neck and collarbones, leaving a plethora of lipstick stains and bruises, you pull back. “Miri’ baby, can I take these off please,” Your hands tug on his belt loops as you lean close to his ear, “I really want to ride your cock. Is that okay? Do you want me to ride that cock?”

Mirio nodded quickly. “I think that would be good...yes, please…I want you to,”

You giggled, “If the birthday boy insists-”

Mirio lifted his hips off the bed, letting you pull his pants off. They fell to his ankles, boxers following soon after. His member sprang out, precum leaking from the tip. Your hand took as much of it as you could, palming it. Mirio groaned, eyes shutting from your touch. Your own arousal was apparent against Mirio’s thigh.

“All this over me touching you?” You asked him, still handling his dick with your hands, running them up and down the length.

He rubbed his thigh against your still clothed folds, “I could say the same thing to you, hm?” Mirio chuckled as a moan slipped from your lips. You shot him a passive-aggressive ‘it's my turn to top,’ look, which only made him chuckle more. His giggles were stopped, however, when you started pumping his cock, his face turning red as his erection grew.

“That's a good boy,” You whispered, pumping his length. “Good boys get their birthday gifts, right?”

Mirio hummed in agreement as a slacked jaw moan escaped from his lips. He practically whimpered when you moved your hand off of his now fully erect member. You slipped your panties off, your pussy absolutely dripping. You ran your folds against his member, teasing him as your juices dripped onto him. He squirmed at the feeling, his breath hitching.

“Ready birthday boy?”

Mirio nodded, “Please...please get on baby,”

“Since you asked so nicely,” You lowered yourself down onto his length. Mirio was very much blessed in length and width. No matter how many times he had fucked you, filled you to the absolute brim, you still were never ready for the stretch his cock gave you. Moans and whimpers of gratitude fell from both of you when you finally bottomed out.

You began to grind against him, his cock filling you over and over. Mirio was simply overwhelmed by the way your pussy sucked him in, closing around his clock with every bounce on your body. The way your breasts were bouncing in front of his face, tits spilling over the bra with his logo on it left him speechless.

“B-baby please, you feel so good,” Mirio was nothing more than a mess of grunts and moans as he panted.

Your moans were fucking pornographic as you bounced on his dick, his length hitting your g-spot and filling you over and over again.

The both of you were so close, you could feel Mirio’s dick twitched as your bounces grew quicker and sloppier.

“Baby, baby- i’m gonna cum soon, keep bouncing like that,”

“Cum for me, sweetheart. It’s your birthday, you can cum in me- fuck Mirio. . .please cum in me. Please-”

You came before him, your juices covering his dick. Wet sounds echoed between the two of you as he grabbed your hips, ramming you more harshly onto his dick, lifting you back off. Mirio never meant to be rough with you, but it always just kind of happened. You moaned, your puffy folds still sensitive. A few more bounces and Mirio came inside you. His thick, white ropes covering your walls as a moan fell from his lips.

He pulled you into a long kiss. He pulled back, kissing your nose with a smile. Your hands moved the hair from his sweaty forehead. He looked at you with the same puppy dog eyes as he did every time he saw you. You rested your head against his chest, snuggling up against him.

“Good birthday?”

“Oh, the absolute best. Thank you, Sunshine. I love you so, so, much”

[soaptunes]

my top 75 quarantine records: 75-66

wahoo! we actually begin this list with a controversial lowball rank, i think. bandcamp links as always where applicable!

#75. doom - born like this (2009) the masked mc's first appearance on this list comes with what i regard as his weakest solo album, actually his final one as well. this is a much darker effort than most of his other records, his verses spinning more genuinely twisted and gross yarns than his usual cartoonish villainy. it is also worth mentioning that there is an entire song on this that's dedicated to being homophobic, specifically towards, uh, batman? there's enough great wordplay and slinky beats on this thing to satisfy, though, and i did enjoy it. worth a listen just for the tracks where doom decides to kick it into his top form.

#74. the lemon twigs - do hollywood (2016) half beatles worship, half pure cabaret silliness, the lemon twigs for me are an extremely hit or miss band. i think they miss slightly more than they hit on this record, as they have a tendency to cover a lack of strong songwriter with extended noodling instrumental passages. THAT SAID, when they hit, they hit hard enough to make you forget they ever missed - the formula does work, provided they actually stick to it and don't lose the plot.

#73. car seat headrest - how to leave town (2014) similarly to doom, car seat headrest was an artist that i decided to check out the back catalogue of, and found it extremely rewarding!!! how to leave town was one of the lower-impact ones for me, just because of how dense and long-winded some of the songwriting can be. that's not necessarily a detractor for a lot of people, but it's hard for it to sustain my attention for that long. that said (becoming my catchphrase), it has so many amazing moments of pure catharsis that the project is still super compelling as a full listen. as individual tracks though, if you're not in for an hour, they tend to lose me.

#72. third eye blind - s/t (1997) i think there are a lot of people on this earth who would have my head for ranking this above how to leave town, but i really did enjoy this just a little bit more. it's not perfect, again, not every song hits, but when it does hit it is muscular, catchy as hell, and a good precursor of where the better side of scraggly pop-punk like PUP and knuckle puck would go in the next few decades. the guitar tones on this thing are way better than they have any right to be, too, what a satisfying flavor of crunch.

#71. molchat doma - etazhi (2018) if you liked the genuine viral hit "sudno" enough to check out the full album, you'll probably like the rest of it too. molchat doma's coldwave sound is down to a formula here, as listening to the full record repeatedly can get... well, repetitive, but each individual song IS worth it on its own. this is a really good album for playlistification, the hooks hit and the songs totally work, it's just a lot of the time they all fall into a similar niche. this is a problem that i think they fix on their much better followup, monument - which is unfortunately ineligible for this list 'cuz i listened to it right when it came out - but etazhi is more than good enough to represent the dark and gloomy fun i had with molchat doma this year.

#70. ministry - psalm 69: the way to succeed & the way to suck eggs (1991) the 90s industrial scene was a scene that i knew absolutely nothing about, and had very little motivation to get into, since i was born just a tick late to experience it and it seemed kind of like a "you had to be there" thing. it took halfway-befriending a bizarre older coworker who lived and breathed industrial music to get me to actually check some stuff out, and i'm happy to report, you don't have to have been there to get it. if you have a tolerance or love for punishing, breakneck beats, crunched-to-shit guitars, and devilishly soothsaying lyrical content, ministry is probably up your alley. definitely something to lose your mind in the pit to.

#69. hotel mira - divorce (2016) this one caught me totally off guard. soundwise they're nothing special, a pretty standard hard-rock leaning alternative group (who recently changed their name away from the turbo-cringe jpnsgrls), but their melodic sense is some of the sharpest and catchiest ive heard in this style in a long time. damn near every song on this is sticky as hell, and they cover a huge range of emotional ground, from barn-burning romantic odes, to stoner anthems, to this one, which uses a circus as a metaphor for performing in your daily life when you're suffering from depression. shoutout especially to the charisma of the singer, who doesn't have the most amazing voice in the world but makes up for it with dynamism, character, and passion to spare.

#68. the drums - abysmal thoughts (2017) jonny pierce has a remarkable gift for making teeth-rottingly sugary songs that conceal layers of eerie darkness underneath them. whether it's the oddly sinister videos, the emotional strings, the cyclical song structures, the unsettling phrasing and acidic bite on some of the lyrics... there's a lot of strange touches all over this jangly, surfy, catchy as fuck record, and it makes for a breakup album that keeps you on your toes the entire run. it's only this low because of a few unmemorable songs, but this is definitely my favorite drums album.

#67. panic! at the disco - vices and virtues (2011) there may be later panic albums that attained more commercial success by hewing more to the pop side than the oddball side, and there may be earlier panic albums that lost themselves a bit by hewing to the oddball side and getting caught in fanciful concepts that didn't give their sharp hooks enough room to breathe. for my money, though, this may just be the finest of them all, one where brendon's pure pop and vocal acrobatics share equal room with his sole remaining bandmate's punk inclinations and their shared love of theatrics, and neither buries the other. super underrated album in Serious Critical Circles.

#66. hayden thorpe - diviner (2019) look. i will be honest with you. do i miss wild beasts? yes, absolutely, they were one of my favorite bands for a long, long time, and this hayden thorpe solo album can't quite replace the absence of the full group. buuuuut..... was a huge part of why wild beasts appealed to me over other similar bands thorpe's striking and distinctive falsetto? yes. am i glad i can still scratch that itch with new stuff? holy shit, yes. this album is quiet, reflective, and emotionally open, and hayden's voice is as rich ever. i'm fine with this outcome as long as i can still hear him.

tune in next time for 65 thru 56!

[as-many-times-as-it-takes]

Not looking for reassurance about canonical Sheith, I just need to vent. I heard you were offering hugs, would it be okay to ask for one, please? I let myself get too damn invested in canonical Sheith and I'm such a freaking mess right now & not in the good way. I really am way beyond old enough to know better, and I'm gay to boot. Again, I should know better! I love Sheith so much & always will, whatever happens in canon. Thank you for letting me vent, you're truly a kind person.

Hey there @mereneith !

You absolutely can have a hug from the craziness of this season. And I know you aren’t specifically looking for reassurance or anything, but I did want to add something to your comments.

There is no such thing as way beyond old enough to know better.

This is a long (very optimistic though!) personal discussion. Feel free to skip it if you just want hugs. Otherwise, read on.

Once upon a time I thought that as I grew older I would be expected to outgrow things and to set aside “childish interests and hopes” blah blah and I would magically transform into an adult and live an adult life.

Well fuck that.

I am a trans gay man, pushing just past his thirties and you know what? Voltron has changed my life. 

You see, we fall in love with characters because we find aspects in them that are important to us. It may be because we see ourselves in them, or find them very relatable. Or perhaps they represent something we’d like to see in our friends or lovers. Aspects that remind us fondly of our friends and family, or perhaps even aspects that remind us of our flaws. But this attachment isn’t childish or silly. It’s actually very healthy and important. As most people know, it’s often very difficult to learn a tough lesson on your own. But if you were to watch a person go through a similar issue who you feel strongly about, you will find that tangential learning can actually teach you a whole lot much faster.

Children are growing up today seeing their hero Shiro as a really awesome, strong man who also happens to be gay, deals with bad stress/PTSD, and has been disabled. How many of them will grow to not only accept these things, but grow and learn from them? So why should this be any different with adults?

I openly admit that I associate very strongly with Keith. I’ve been the outcast, I’ve struggled fitting in and lashing out. I’ve been left behind and felt abandoned again and again to the point that it was easier to push people away ahead of time than it would be to ever try to open up. All the knowledge in the world on fencing, dog sledding, falconry (rehab), archery, swordplay, target shooting, etc etc and all my talents at it still didn’t fix the fact that I was socially inept and hated the world around me. But then I also know the value then, of finding a Shiro in your life. Someone who took that time to push past your thorns and offer you unconditional support and affection. It’s why Sheith resonated with me instantly and why they became so important to me.

So watching the show was instantly a pleasure. I didn’t think it’d ever be a thing to begin with, but I was still content to dream. And when I found a very loving fandom behind it, I actually felt a lot of peace seeing other people who also felt like this. There are a great many people in the world right now who ship Sheith because it is an expression of mutual love, compassion, support, admiration, and dedication. Everyone has their own unique love and perspective on why Shiro and Keith are important to them, but we also share a common passion.

When I first started this blog in Season 3, I had been many years away from my previous blogging experience. Depression, life, and all sorts of stuff had gotten in the way and I’d sort of drifted away from something that had been a great passion of mine. So I thought I’d be brave and start up a blog here.

And it grew, and I made a few friends and had a good time until depression and life got me down again and I disappeared for about a year or so until Season 6. When I returned, I thought for sure I would never keep up with the main blogs or all the truly awesome artists out there. But you know what? I had changed, and I had grown and the fandom welcomed me back with open arms.

Sheith inspired me to draw again. My “You Found Me” piece was not only one of the first digital pieces I’d done in over 6 months, it was also a big leap in what sorts of things I could draw. And I’ve kept pumping out art slowly but surely and each time I do, I’ve learned just a little bit more and been all that much more proud. I started writing again too! Who cares if it’s fanfiction? Why would that make it any less valid or satisfying? I also was a braver man and I started reaching out to people that I saw in the fandom who I wanted to get to know.

And I have completely changed my life. I have made some of the most wonderful friends now. I am still getting to know many of them, but I already am just so happy to have more people to talk to, celebrate with and get to know. I’m part of multiple discord servers, multiple art projects and I have seen an amazing amount of support for my writing! I’ve had my writing translated into other languages, I’ve been called someone’s hero, I see asks and prompts in my inbox of people who want to talk to me and hear my opinion.

Sheith isn’t just important to me, it’s changed my life. The characters have spoke to me on a personal level and I still learn from, yes, a cartoon show. It’s made me think more critically and become more introspective. It’s allowed me to express myself better and find common ground with more people. And with the amount of amazing support from the staff and Voltron in general, Shiro and Keith’s relationship and their characters in general have validated a lot of my life, my orientation, I could go on and on.

I haven’t really said it aloud all at once, but these are all true. Sometimes it’s hard to talk about these things or we’ve been told it’s “childish” or “foolish.” I laugh and weep over Sheith because I am also invested and I want it to come true and I’m not ashamed of it. I am a total gay disaster and have spent days greeting my BFF with “OMG SHIRO IS GAY HOLY SHIT!!!” for days on end after the announcement. I have fussed and wept because I worried it might not happen. Yeah, I feel silly sometimes too. I regard myself as a very logical individual in a very logical profession. But I am also a creature of passion, instinct, and emotion. I want to be the voice for others who are too nervous to speak, who are still not ready yet, or just need to hear it from someone else. I want to be the one to help tell people it’s okay to fall in love with characters and feel strongly about them and learn from them.

I will always love Sheith no matter what. It’s changed my life and made me a better person. And I will endlessly be thankful to the entire Voltron crew for everything they’ve done for us.

But I also have faith and I want to hand out hugs and tell people to keep their chins up.

Remember, 

Patience Yields Focus

Don’t be afraid to be yourself. Don’t feel bad about being invested or taking joy in something. Instead, celebrate it and embrace it. Turn it into a positive force that enriches the people around you. I think Shiro put it best:

Go, be great.

[supernatural-idjit-95]

The Curses We Utter, Pt. 3

"The Judge & The Jury”

Series Masterlist

Summary: Reader gets help from Cas unexpectedly; who unveils something about her even she didn't know...

Notes: Hi hi!! I've loved writing this so far- please leave feedback, I live for that!! Also, yes there is smut upcoming-as mentioned, this is a slow burn and the part 4 will be juicy :-) Enjoy, you filthy animals!!

Word Count: 8014

Warnings: ADULT CONTENT! Slow burn, smut is coming I promse...trigger warning (anxiety possibly)! Cursing, mentions of tortue, violence, and so forth

*****

A man with stunning blue eyes, a trench coat and tie stepped into the light. 'Holy fuck. If that's not an Angel, I don't know what is.' "I know who, and more importantly, what she is." Cas spoke finally. Dean crossed his arms. "And…? You wanna share with the rest of the class? 'Cause Pinocchio over there can't spell it out for us!" Cas threw an annoyed glare at Dean, who straightened up pretty quickly. How did Cas know about you? Cas sighed, then continued. "Not too long ago, I heard of her-more like FELT her-when she was born. It shook every supernatural being on this Earth." You gulped. Jesus…surely he's joking. "I…I kept a close watch over her. Obviously, any form of Nephilim is forbidden, and hunted immediately by Heaven. But…she was different." Your eyes locked with his then, and you felt like you might melt. Hearing a story about yourself that you'd never known nearly broke you; you knew so little about yourself as it was. "Her mother was an Angel, and her father is a Demon. She is a hybrid Nephilim, something that has never existed…ever. It felt wrong to end her life…" Cas cleared his throat and broke his gaze with you, looking from Dean to Sam. "I assigned my sister Hannah to look after her, to make sure she had what she needed after her Mother's execution. But-" You interrupted Cas's voice by the sound of your broken sob. Your Mom was dead, EXECUTED. You knew for sure now. For years you had no closure, and you chose to believe that she was alive, maybe in hiding, until you knew otherwise…and now you did. You had prepared yourself for it for so many years, but it didn't help. You were heartbroken. Cas walked closer toward you. "I'm…sorry. I had reasons to believe that you were aware of your Mother's fate." He said, trying to sound comforting, but he was seriously awful at it. You tried to shake your head no, but the metal restraint around your neck held you firm. All you could do was cry. "No, I-I didn't…I didn't know." You replied. Sam broke the silence. "We're sorry about your Mom, (y/n)…we know what it's like. But seriously…she's the child of an Angel and a Demon? How the hell does that work?" He questioned, looking to Cas. He shook his head. "I'm not certain, but since they both possess human vessels…anything is possible I suppose." Dean eyed you up and down. "Yeah, well…obviously. I mean (y/n) exists- but why didn't we know about her until now?" "There's never been a reason to bring (y/n) up Dean. I was keeping her safe." Cas replied matter-of-factly. Cas gave you a sad smirk, then turned back to Sam and Dean. "We have much to discuss. But I assure you, (y/n) is harmless. She means you no harm." Dean finally caught your stare, and the emotion in his eyes told you he was ashamed of what he'd just put you through. You didn't blame him though, how could you? You knew far too well about watching your back… Sam cursed under his breath once more, "We're so sorry (y/n)…we had no idea…" Sam's words trailed off, unsure of what he could say to help the situation. Cas spoke again, more urgently this time. "Sam, I need your help in the library-we're going to need multiple educational materials." Sam smirked at Cas with a chuckle. "You mean, you want help finding books on lore pertaining to (y/n)?" He asked. Cas nodded. "Yes, that's what I said." Before he left, Cas took Dean by the arm and pulled him several feet away from you as Sam exited. He pulled him close and whispered something in his ear that you couldn't hear, and you saw Dean nod and clap Cas on the shoulder as he followed Sam to the library. Dean hung his head in dismay as he made his way over to you. 'God damn, way to look like a puppy that just got kicked…' "Let's get you outta this chair." Dean quickly and precisely made work of the restraints, releasing every last one that held you.

===>>>>> *DEAN'S POV* <<<<<===<> 'What the hell have I done?! I freaked out. I fucking panicked like a friggin' IDIOT!! She was just starting to trust me…she never will, now.' I was sure my heart fucking broke when he learned the truth about (y/n). She was only trying to protect herself… I was moving as fast as I could to get (y/n) outta that chair. I needed to make this right-and Jesus, she was still shaking. She's probably terrified of me now, I'll never regain that trust back. Fuck, I hurt her-physically. I should have never been that rough with her, even if she was working for demons. (Y/n) didn't deserve that. I held out my hand to help her out of the chair, but she wouldn't take it. That's the first time a woman has ever made me want to cry-I didn't-but God damn, I wanted to. "I'm sorry, (y/n)…I had no idea. I um-I was trying to protect me and Sammy. That's all." I was stumbling over my words, there was nothing I could say to fix this. "It's okay Dean. I get it." That was all she said back to me. (Y/n) placed her hands on the arms of the chair and tried to stand, but she couldn't. Her legs shook beneath her from adrenaline and fatigue. "Please, (y/n) let me help-" I tried to reach down to help her up, maybe carry her, she looked so tired. But instead she held her palm up at me. "I don't want your help…" And then those eyes again… 'God! I can't fucking get enough of her eyes…they're green, no maybe hazel? I'm not sure…but if I see her tear up again I just might lose it.' "Listen you can't walk, okay? Just let me get you to a room, and then I'll leave-you'll never have to see me again if you don't want to. I swear." I knew I'd just die if she really wanted me to leave. I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing her again. Go figure though! I finally find a smart, sexy (like God DAMN…that body…), powerful woman-no, a special woman, because she is-and I fuck it up in less than 24 hours. Go me. She nodded at me, and my heart jumped because that was progress to me. I got to hold her close to me again, maybe make up for what I'd done. Then my eyes caught sight of her leg…all that blood. It was my fault that those stitches busted. Roughing her up like a god damned monster…I felt like a monster. "Son of a bitch. Your leg…" I knew she already knew, she must've been in a huge amount of pain. Again, because of me. "It's alright, it stopped bleeding I think." (Y/n) said. It sounded more like a whisper to me though. I bent down and scooped her up into my arms, holding her like I was afraid I'd break her. "I'll take a look at it and fix your stitches before I go, if it's alright." I dared to ask her. She was so tired that she already had let her head fall into the crook of my neck. The feel of her hair and her skin on mine felt electric. "Um…yeah. Alright." She said back to me. Inwardly, I did a little happy dance-maybe she didn't totally despise me, after all. I walked as slowly as I could to my bedroom so that I could hold her just a little longer. I knew I told her I'd take her to 'a room', but I decided to try to set her up in mine again. There was a TV, the bed was the best in the bunker. I'd take a different room if it meant she would be a little more at home in mine. In my room now, she lifted her head close to mine as I set her on my bed, and I could've sworn our cheeks touched. "I'll be right back. Don't try to move, please? Just sit tight (y/n)." I said to her, and gave her hand a squeeze. To my amazement, she didn't flinch and she didn't pull away. She pursed her lips and didn't say anything. I paid zero attention to Sammy and Cas when I passed the library to the first aid kit. I was on a mission. Cas had said something to me before he walked out of the dungeon. He death-gripped my arm, and whispered something to me, "You WILL make this right, Dean." And I knew I'd try my damnedest to. I returned to (y/n) only a couple minutes later. Her eyes flew open when I opened the door, she must've fallen asleep. "Hey…sorry sweetheart. Didn't mean to startle you." I said, and then realized it wasn't a good idea to call her sweetheart right now. "I-It's okay. I just fell asleep, that's all." She replied. I took a seat next to her on the bed. She seemed nervous…I had to say something. "I'm so sorry." I told her, really gazing into those beautiful eyes…she needed to know I meant it. "I don't know what I can do to fix what I did. I really don't, but I hope to God you'll let me try…please?" I was willing to get down on my knees and fucking beg her. (Y/n) looked intrigued and surprised. "Dean…I'm not angry. Really, I'm not." She told me. I raised my eyebrows at her in question. Surely she was joking? She went on, "You were trying to keep you and your brother safe. Hunters like us have to shoot first, and ask questions later. I would've done the same thing…" And I must've had some really good karma, because then (y/n) actually held my hand. I was ecstatic. "I don't hold grudges Dean. I've never had the time for them. And to be honest, I've never had a friend in my life to be angry at. The fact that you're willing to be my friend even knowing what you do now…" (Y/n) wiped a tear away from her eye. "…well, I'd take a friend that screws up sometimes over no friends at all." I couldn't believe it. What an Angel she was…she really forgave me, just like that-when I knew I didn't deserve it one bit. I decided then and there, that I was never going to let this woman walk out of my life. And with that, I was going to keep her safe. I was putty in her freakin' hands, and I couldn't be happier.

                                               END DEAN’S POV

You awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee. Half-asleep, you bolted upright and took in surroundings, realizing you were still in Dean's room, in his bed. You breathed a sigh of relief. The two of you hadn't said much more to each other the night before, and you'd passed out quickly after he left the room. Your chest tightened thinking about what happened, but you chose to ignore it. 'There ya go Champ! Suppress your anger like you always do. It always works out awesome.' You thought. You closed your eyes to clear your head and ran your hand through your hair. Your fingers were caught by knots-then you caught a wiff of yourself. 'Eeww. I need a shower, stat.' Swinging your legs over the bed, you stood-you were sore and shaky, but at least you were top side. You caught eye of a bag on the floor next to the bed. On top was a piece of scrap paper with your name on it. Curiously you open it, and they were the clothes Sam had gotten for you the day before. 'Ohhh thank God. No more flannel!' You thought, inwardly jumping for joy. You let yourself into Dean's bathroom, and took the best shower you'd had in months. As you looked yourself over in the mirror, you noted the new bruise on your arm, and swore to yourself you'd make sure Dean saw it. Anger pooled in you again. You wanted more than anything to march down that hallway and beat him senseless. 'Who the hell did he think he was?! Just because he saves peoples' lives all the time doesn't mean he can treat people like that!!' You were thinking, as a painful memory resurfaced in your head. One you didn't want to think about. 'Don't think about that right now...not here. You'll make it right one day, just not today...' Your mind went back to Dean...You knew you forgave him-it was in your blood, you couldn't help it. You cared about people, and you had done some heinous things yourself. But forgiving didn't make you forget. You hadn't felt anger like this in a very long time. The last time you were this angry you had greeted Hanna with an upper-cut after she told you your Mother was nowhere to be found, and that she would look after you for now. Albeit, you weren't angry with Hanna. You were enraged at the fact you then had no parents at all. Breaking yourself from the memory, you decided to put your thoughts aside because you were too exhausted to deal with them right now. You got dressed, and chose a black v-neck t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans out of the bag of clothes. You mentally noted that you'd definitely need to pay Sam back. Everything fit great, and he'd even bought you a pair of brown leather low-top combat boots. Hearing voices coming from the main room in the bunker, you made you way there. You found Sam and Castiel sitting at the table among several very old looking books and two laptops. Sam noticed you in the door way. "Hey! How'd ya sleep? We uh, didn't wake you…figured you needed it. But hey, you look like you're feeling better!" "It's okay Sam, I really am…it was the best night's sleep I've had in forever, thank you." You replied. "Where's Dean?" Sam pursed his lips. You could tell he was angry at his brother. "He's in the garage," He said. "Probably tinkering with Baby or something." You didn't say anything back about it, because you weren't sure what you'd say anyway. Instead of talking about Dean further, Sam smiled and offered you some breakfast and coffee; which you happily accepted. You rejoined them at the table and sat closer to Castiel, curious to see what on earth an Angel of the Lord would be looking at on a laptop. He must have sensed your curiosity. "We're reading up on a few things, Sam thinks he found a case…" Cas's voice trailed off as he was drawn back into the glowing screen in front of him. You perked up immediately, getting anxious to hit the road again to start killing some damn monsters. "What'd you find?" You asked through a mouthful of food. Sam chuckled at your excitement and answered. "I'm pretty sure it's a vengeful spirit. Easy stuff…not too far from here either." You took a drink of coffee and went on. "I could go check it out for you guys on my way out," Cas looked at you in question. "You're leaving?" "I figured since I'm doing better now I shouldn't overstay my welcome." You replied. At this Sam's face dropped, and he looked to Cas, who shut his laptop and stood. "My I speak with you in private, (y/n)?" That surprised you. You knew he said there was 'much to discuss' the night before, but you didn't think it meant you couldn't leave. You followed Cas to the library, who shut the door behind the two of you. You crossed your arms and looked at him across from you, waiting for him to talk. 'If this angelic motherfucker thinks he's about to tell me I can't leave, I will just LOSE it.' You thought. Castiel rolled his eyes, then took a seat. "(Y/n), you can leave if you'd like-but I'd like to tell you why I don't think you should." Your eyes widened at his statement-then remembered he was an Angel, just like Hannah was. She used to do that crap to you all the time. And annoying as it was, you certainly missed it. "Okay…tell me then. Why not?" You sassed. "I know you want to leave because of Dean, (y/n)." Cas said, inviting you to sit down in the chair across from him. You obliged. "I spoke with Dean last night and, I know how sorry is…and he said you forgave him?" He asked you, squinting his eyes at you like he was searching for something in yours. "Yeah, I did…big deal?" You replied. "Then why are you so ready to leave?" Cas folded his hands and sat back in his chair. You sighed in frustration and fidgeted in your chair. 'Damn angels!' "I-I don't know, Cas. Why shouldn't I?!" He pursed his lips then leaned forward. "(Y/n) the demons that had you aren't the last of those who are still searching for you. You'd be protected here, this bunker is warded against EVERYTHING you could imagine." You didn't say anything and stared at the floor, knowing he was right-as much as you hated to admit it. "And as for you and Dean…He knows he did a terrible thing to you. And trust me, he is the best man I know. But…" His voice trailed off, looking uncomfortable, like he was going to tell you a huge secret. You leaned forward. "…I can sense your anger towards him. I can also sense your mutual attraction for each other…however, he shouldn't be let off the hook so easily (y/n). Dean assumes things quickly, and makes reckless choices because of this life he leads. He trusts no one, but he expects it in return. That will make him or break him someday...and maybe you can help him realize that." "And how would I do that, Cas? He's my not my problem to fix!" You said defensively. "I'm not asking you to fix him, (y/n). I'm asking you to stay, and give it time." After you didn't say anything (you were thinking way too hard), Cas went on. "I also have a much more important matter to discuss with you, (y/n)." He said. 'Why didn't he start with that?' You thought. "Because I felt your resentment toward Dean…I thought we should discuss it." He replied. You threw your hands up at him, but smirked. "Stop reading my thoughts, Cas. It's creepy." He apologized, and he told why he needed you to stay. You listened. "(Y/n), Nephilim have powers-special abilities. They're the most powerful creatures on this earth. But to my knowledge, you don't…and frankly, I'm confused. I'm afraid that if you don't find a way to harness them, activate them so-to-speak…" Cas looked at the floor, trying to find the words. You cocked your head. 'What is he trying to say?!' "I've always been normal Cas! Are you about to tell me I'm gonna go nuclear if I don't go all 'X-Men'?!" You scoffed. He had to be kidding. "Yes, (y/n). The amount of pure energy you radiate…it's overwhelming…you just don't know how to use it yet." You felt so angry. If your parents were here, they could help you. "So you know how to use them? Do you know some 'Jedi Master' to show me the ways of the 'Force'?! Because last time I checked, I'm an orphaned freak with a price tag on my head!" Tears were welling in your eyes, and you surprised yourself at your tone. You hadn't meant to yell at Cas, and he knew that. "No I don't know how to, but Sam, Dean and I…we're looking for answers. I didn't mean to upset you. I just want to help-WE want to help. We want you to stay. Please (y/n), will you give us a chance?" No one-not anyone would be able to say no to that face. You wanted so badly to say no. Not because of Dean, but because you'd been alone for so long, that you were used to it now…it was your safe place. Pushing your fear aside, you agreed. "Yes, Cas…I'll stay. For now...as long as I have a say in how we approach this. And I want to hunt in the meantime...Deal?" You said, humbled by accepting his help. It'd been a long time since anyone sincerely wanted to help you, and these 3 men did. Granted, one of them was a dreamy-eyed asshat in need of a reality check…but you'd give it time. Cas spoke again. "Of course (y/n)..." He smiled at you sweetly, then a question formed in his eyes. "(Y/n), what is a 'Jedi Master'?"

After the conversation you had with Cas, you'd felt sick to your stomach. He'd given you a very stiff hug (at least he tried), and told you he'd be there to talk if you needed to. Your head was swimming. You knew the past few years you'd had anger issues, but who didn't? And sure, you had a short fuse…no 'tick-tick', just BOOM. You'd always accepted that as part of your personality. You found an empty bedroom to gather yourself in. Completely immersed in your thoughts, you fell back on the bed and closed your eyes. You were mentally and physically exhausted; even though you'd gotten a great night's sleep, that didn't make up for the weeks full of sleeplessness you endured. And even the million questions in your mind couldn't keep sleep from calling your name. As you dozed off, the only thing you didn't want to think about-the only memories you never wanted to relive-replayed themselves for you like a broadway musical.

*>>FLASHBACK<<*< It was the day the demons caught up with you. Earlier that morning you were stuffing your face with your quick breakfast, sitting on the rock hard bed in a grossly under kept motel room. Your eyes were glued to the TV. The morning news in Enid, Oklahoma was buzzing with footage of a dead man walking…literally. Alan Rose, a man who police found brutally murdered along with his wife Cindy the day before, was caught on a bank's security camera withdrawing his entire savings account in cash. You turned the TV off and tossed the remote on the bed. "I hate Shape Shifters." You sneered. In 10 minutes flat you were tearing out of the motel's gravel parking lot, leaving airborne rocks and a cloud of dust in your wake. By night-fall you had them pegged to an abandoned warehouse (of course) on the outskirts of town. Time was one thing you didn't like to waste-you were both Judge and Jury, and you were ready. Silver bullets were loaded in your gun, and your machete strapped to your hip. You barged in, full of adrenaline. It was quiet and dark. The street lamps from outside were the only sources of light illuminating the warehouse through it's grimy windows. The hair on the back of your neck stood, but before you could turn you were tackled from behind. Being as experienced as you were, you gained the upper hand quickly. You stood above the woman that wore the skin of the once happily married Cindy Rose. Raising your gun ready fill her with silver, you were stopped by a man's voice. "Wait! Don't hurt her!" You smirked to yourself, but didn't turn to him yet. 'And there's the second one.' Swiftly and with expertise, you knocked the woman out cold with the butt of your gun before she got a word out. Holstering your weapon, you turned to face the fake Mr. Rose, and saw he had his hands up. He was approaching you with caution. "Please, we didn't mean to hurt anyone-" You cut his words short, charging him and backing him into the wall. Your machete was pulled and across his throat. "-Bullshit!" You screamed at him, ready to bring some justice to the poor couple they'd killed. "We had to!" He was sputtering, but your intrigue let him continue. "We're running from-from our family…they do t-terrible things to people. We can't do it anymore! We don't want to...My wife and I just want to live our lives, we want to be normal-" "Stop lying to save your ass!! You're NOT normal!" Your knuckles whitened on your machete, your wrath was ready to unleash on him…until his next words left his mouth. The Shifter spoke so low you barely heard him. "Neither are you." You narrowed your eyes at him, keeping your machete tight on his neck. "You don't know a damn thing about me…" Your words faded into the air through clenched teeth as he nodded 'yes' in objection. "Oh, but I do. The others…they talk about you. There's a price on your head." Was he warning you? "Guess that makes me special then." You inhaled sharply ready to finish the job. Sensing his end coming, he spoke quickly again. "Please! Just hear me out-we won't hurt anyone else, we just want to live our lives together-" You tuned most of his rant out, still ready to kill them both. They were monsters and you were a hunter; that was how it went. "-please, just let us go! You, you're just like us, we're one in the same! We're both different, both on the run-" SLICE. Blood splattered onto your face, but you didn't flinch. You watched as the light left his eyes, and you whispered into his ear. "I am nothing like you." You finished the job-the shifters were no more. As you dropped your blood-covered self behind the wheel of your car, you stared blankly ahead at the warehouse. 'Monsters never go suburbia. He was lying so you wouldn't kill him, that's what they do.' Angrily, you yanked the car into drive. But when your tires hit the asphalt, you began to wonder if you were wrong. *>>>END FLASHBACK<<<*<

You awoke, startled and sweaty. You didn't want to relive that ever again; you were afraid it would follow you the rest of your life. The need you felt to punch something-anything-was overwhelming. Then you remembered Sam said they had a room they sparred in and used to exercise. You threw on a pair of running shorts from the bag of clothes (you noted to yourself you needed to fold and put them away), and a grey tank top that silhouetted your curves perfectly. And you kept your low-top combat boots on for good measure, since those were what you fought in. You found the room, and there was a rack of weights, more than several resistance bands (most were broken), and YES! There it was…a punching bag. Your spirits lifted instantly, and you smiled like a kid on Christmas morning. Approaching it like it'd grow legs and walk away, you ran your fingers down it. You used to have one at home, and you forgot how great it made you feel, imagining whatever you were frustrated with and just going to town on the bag. PUNCH. PUNCH. KICK. You were weaker than normal, but you smirked and kept going. 'I've still got it.' More punching, more kicks. God damn it, this felt good! You were so immersed in your furious attack on the punching bag, that you hadn't heard footsteps behind you until they were close…too close. You spun on instinct, and swung at whatever you'd heard behind you with footsteps. Oops. Dean was there, and caught your fist with his hand. 'What the actual fuck! He's got some 'Matrix-style' kinda skills.' Panting for air, you ripped your fist out of the palm of his hand and glared at him, hard. "You want me to hang my picture on that thing for ya?" Dean gestured to the punching bag. You huffed. "Nope. Why use a picture when the real thing's right here in front of me?" You replied with a dare. You turned to the weight rack and grabbed a bottle of water you'd set there earlier. Dean didn't say anything back until you were done gulping half the bottle down loudly. "Do you want to?" He asked, totally serious. He crossed his arms, and you did the same; throwing your weight into your right hip with sass. "What the hell do you mean? You want me to hit you?" You said in disbelief. Dean was unsure of himself now. "Yeah, if you want to…I mean, would it make you feel better…?" You thought for a moment. Looking at your feet, than back up to Dean who was waiting for you to answer. 'God that would feel good-just punch his gorgeous face right in the nose! What would that fix though…?' "No Dean, I don't want a freebie from you." You said, eerily calm. Then you thought for a moment, and came up with a better idea. "Fight me-just you and me. Right now." Dean was taken back, surprise etched his features as he took a step back. He shook his head at you. "No, (y/n). I'm not fighting you. Wouldn't be a fair fight." With that he only stared into your (y/e/c) eyes and didn't say another word. But he didn't run away. 'Ooohhh this mother fucker!!' What a terrible time to piss you off. "Oh! Really?! That's how you wanna play it?!" You were screaming at him, which he accepted as he stood there straight-faced, taking it. "You think because I'm a girl I can't fight as well as you?! Get fucked Dean!" You started to storm out when Dean called out to you to stop. You didn't want to, but you did. You turned to face him. "What?!" You spat at him. He flinched a little on that one. You were pretty scary when you were mad. "It wouldn't be a fair fight because you're HURT (y/n)! And I wouldn't even fight back anyway, that's why I told you to hit me!" 'He wants me to him? I'll hit him.' You thought. Your eyes were glistening with intent as you furiously stalked back toward Dean like he was your prey. He kept his feet planted right where he was, like he knew what was coming. You were seeing red, your whole body was buzzing. BAM! Your fist connected with his jawbone so hard that you thought you broke a knuckle. You shook your hand out, and saw a bloody mouthed Dean holding his jaw and righting himself up best he could. Then in a split second, you felt terrible. It didn't solve anything between the two of you…but dammit, it felt good! You were standing there staring at him, holding his jaw wincing in pain. "Dean, damn it! Why'd you let me hit you?!…" You reached up to pull his hand from his face to assess the damage you'd done. And to your surprise he let you, and he smirked sheepishly at you. It was a bloody smile, but it was there. "To make you feel better…?" He said while he used his other hand to wipe the blood from his lips. You pulled his chin closer to you to get a better look. "I uh…yeah actually. I feel better…" You chuckled a bit, until your eyes caught his. 'Why do I wanna kiss him?! Like, how does someone look that good after taking a hit?! Screw this guy!' Before those green orbs can draw you in further, you speak. "That's gonna leave a mark, Winchester. Regret the 'free punch coupon' yet?" You smirked, letting go of his chin. Almost seductively, he winked at you. "I'd let you do it again if it made you smile." And you did-until you heard more heavy foot steps treading into the room. It was Sam and Cas. "Hey guys, we found a case-" Sam stopped short at seeing Dean's face, as it was already starting to swell. "-what the hell happened to your face, Dean?!" You turned on your heels to face them both and smiled proudly. "I did." You said, puffing out your chest with your hands on your hips. Immediately, Castiel straightened his posture to stand a bit taller, glowing like a proud father. His blue eyes gleamed as he put his hands in his pockets; as if he was thinking 'She took my advice. You go girl!'. Behind you, Dean's wide-mouthed (yet still bloodied) grin still remained. He pointed at you behind your back and nodded at Sam. "Yeah, uh…she's got an arm on her!" Dean said. Sam held a confused stance, but still approved with a nod. "Huh. Not bad, (y/n)…" Then he glared at his brother with little compassion for his swelling face. "Dean, you should get that cleaned up. We hit the road in an hour."

An hour later, the four of you were piled into Baby and on the way to work the case Sam and Cas found. Sam was driving (Dean had to pop a pain pill for his jaw), Cas rode shotgun, and Dean was with you in the back seat. You were actually impressed to see Dean give up the steering wheel so easily to Sam. It seemed like he would normally have fought harder, but he put his ego aside and slid into the back seat as soon as he realized he would get to sit with you. Castiel was so happy to ride shotgun; he looked like an excited puppy on his first real drive. Sam had tried to get you and Cas to stay behind at the bunker, to which you'd said "Make me." Cas had your back again on this one, and told Sam he wasn't a babysitter. You didn't mind though. You knew he didn't mean offense by it when he winked at you when Sam and Dean turned around. The case was taking you to Denver, CO. You were so pumped; first off, it was the first hunt you were going on since you'd been taken by those black-eyed sons of bitches, and second: COLORADO. You'd been there just a few months prior on a salt and burn case. It had amazing air, snow, mountains…you felt like you were on the way to Disney World. From what Sam and Cas gained from police reports and newspapers, it looked like a lone vampire was terrorizing a college town. There had been three people found dead with their throats ripped out by a 'wild animal', and a fourth person was missing. Apparently she was a sophomore at the local college, and had gone missing the same night the first victim was found dead. All of you were hopeful to find her, but none of you had high expectations…it had been days since she was last seen. It wasn't too long of a drive, thankfully. It felt almost suspenseful sitting in the backseat with Dean, but you were gleaming about it as well. Way too often, you'd catch him stealing glances at you when he thought you weren't looking. You liked it though, and that made you feel something you hadn't before. But you managed to stand your ground, not giving him any leeway. At one point you'd taken your jacket off, revealing a v-neck tank underneath. It showed a little more cleavage than you liked, but in this case you didn't mind. It seemed like it drove him mad. You'd look out the window at the scenery (you were still in Kansas, so it wasn't much), and out of the corner of your eye saw him eyeing you up and down hungrily. "Take a picture, Dean." You'd said it as if you were annoyed, but you weren't. You never wanted him to stop looking at you that way.

After obtaining a new pair of 'FBI Threads' (as Dean referred to them), the four of you had split up to question the local coroner's office and the surrounding bars that attracted the most college kids. You went with Cas to check out a few bars, and Sam and Dean handled the coroner's office. After being kicked out of the first bar, you took over the questioning, though…being an Angel, Castiel lacked the ability to drive loaded questions to home base. "You can't just ask someone if they've seen a dude with fangs, Cas!" You scolded him. "I was getting to the point, (y/n). The man was busy, he had patrons to tend to." He replied, not missing a beat (or so he'd thought). Thankfully, the third bar proved to be a hit after you flirted your way to some answers from the very nervous bartender. And right on time (just as the bartender asked for your phone number), Sam texted you saying they were on their way to pick the two of you up.

Back at the motel, the four of you shared what you'd learned. Obviously, it was a vampire. But furthermore, it had to be more than one. Two of the deaths that had taken place had been several miles apart, and the victims had identical times of death. Knowing that was no coincidence, you told them about the bartender you questioned earlier. "One of the bars we went today…the bartender said he saw these two guys with the girl that went missing. Apparently, he told the cops about it. But they thought he was a whack job." You went on. "And…it gets better. He was scared out of his mind. He said those same guys rented a place a few houses down from him, and they…" You put your hands up for quotations, "'Threw off a real creepy Fright Night kinda vibe, yo'…End quote." Dean shifted on the bed he sat on. "If he talks like that no wonder the cops don't believe him…" You glared at Dean. "Ok, do you have anything better then?" He buried his face in his hands with frustration. "Okay, so…some hippy says his new neighbors are creeps. And he is positive he saw them with the chick that's missing?" You nodded. "Yes. And trust me, this guy was on edge." Sam sighed. "Alright, then we take it. Let's scope out the house, see what we can find?" He asked. 'YES.'

After the four of you changed, you headed out to the address the bartender gave you. You'd pointed the house out to Dean with the 'rapey van' (as the bartender had refered to it) parked out front. You, Cas and Sam bailed out of the car in a hurry as Dean went to park a couple blocks away. Your plan wasn't great, but if these were your perps they'd probably meet back here before going out to hunt. Sam picked the lock on the privacy fence gate, and the three of you waited behind it for Dean. It wasn't long before he was back though. Dean laid down the plan quickly, since sunset was falling. "Alright, (y/n), you'll keep watch over this side of the fence. Sammy will take the back door, and Cas will take the south side of the fence. I'll take the inside of the house. Got it?" Boy, was he excited. Cas was confused. "Why am I watching the fence, Dean? What good would that do?" Dean rolled his eyes. "Alright. Cas, come with me-you can take the upstairs. (Y/n) will watch the north side, she'll be safer that way." You huffed angrily, crossing your arms. "Really? You're leaving the midget in the group to watch over the 6 foot privacy fence? No. I'm coming with you." And with that, you stalked off toward the front door to pick the lock. You didn't see it, but after you walked away, a speechless Dean looked to Sam and Cas to intervene, but they both gave him a look that said 'Don't look at me.'. *** Once inside the house, you, Cas and Dean looked around. No furniture, no food, nothing. Just a few makeshift beds on the living room floor, and several bloodstained towels and pairs of clothes in the bathroom. "When did that guy say they moved in?" Dean asked you. "A couple weeks ago…you'd think they would have had their stuff in here by now." Your eyes scanned the house again, looking for anything else out of the ordinary-other than the bloodstained laundry and the emptiness. "Yeah. I'd say these are our guys." Dean gave you a thumbs up, to which you winked back at him. 'Don't flirt during hunts!!' You told yourself. Cas was upstairs now, and Dean opened his mouth to say something again when he was cut off. "Up here!" Cas's voice came urgently. Quick on your feet, you rushed to the stairs first and Dean was right behind you. Cas was waiting in the hall for you with a grim expression. His blue eyes were dimmed as he was pursing his lips, and he pointed to the bathroom in front of him. "She's dead." He stated. You looked behind you at Dean who was already charging toward the bathroom. It was the missing girl. She was ghostly pale, completely devoid of life and drained of her blood. "God dammit!" You exclaimed, but tried to stay quiet. Cas was peering through the blinds of the bedroom window beside the bathroom now keeping watch. "There's a car pulling in…" He warned you both. You and Dean barely made it down the stairs before the car door shut. You glanced about quickly trying to find a good hiding place, when you heard the sound of jingling keys outside the front door. Just as the lock began to turn, Dean pulled you with him into the closet beneath the stairs. It was so small you thought you'd suffocate. 'Even Harry Potter would bail on this closet…' The two of you listened as the front door squeal open. As it did, Dean put his hands on your waist and pulled you farther away from the closet door with him, and you didn't object. He pulled you back tight against him, his hands on your waist making your body shudder with electricity. You could hear and feel his heart beating, every move his muscles made. Then, footsteps. The front door closed and then was locked by whoever had just entered. The steps came close about to pass the closet door, and Dean tightened his grip on you, moving one arm entirely across your mid-section. As the footsteps passed, you both held your breath for fear the monster could smell or hear you. But he didn't. His footsteps faded into a room down the hall. When the door shut with a slam and the sound of a shower turning on could be heard, you both breathed a sigh a relief. During your much needed exhale, you leaned your head back until it fell on Dean's shoulder. You could feel his hot breath on your neck, leaving goosebumps in it's wake. "Should we slice and dice fang boy while he's in the shower?" You whispered up to Dean. "Nah. I have a strict rule about gankin' naked things…let's wait for the second one to show up." He whispered back to you. You waited a moment, listening for any new noises around you. Then, you weren't sure why, but you turned your gaze upwards to look at him. You were taken back when he was already looking down at you. Even in the dark, you could see his green eyes boring holes into your very soul. And by a force unknown to either of you, your faces crept closer together. Your noses touched one another's, and finally your lips grazed his. You both paused in that moment, not sure what the other was going to do. He pulled you closer into him, fingers splayed on your stomach. And before you knew what hit you, his mouth was on yours. Your lips moved with his in a slow, wanton pattern. It was soft and loving, not greedy and hasty as you'd expected. You pulled away for a moment; your foreheads touching, breathing each other in. Inwardly you were scolding yourself, saying you should stop this instant. But in a fraction of a second, your lips were tasting his again. 'Oh, fuck it.' It was intoxicating being this close to him, tasting him, and his arms enveloping you. You felt safe and wanted-and you knew you wanted him too, badly. Your kiss grew in urgency, and your lips parted slightly, granting his tongue's permission to explore your mouth. You whimpered a little at the sensation, remembering it was important to stay quiet. His hands maneuvered down to your hips, and firmly but gently pulled them into his groin, making your back arch ever so slightly so that your mouth didn't leave his. You knew you were so screwed-you loved this. The two of you were delving deeper into each other's mouths, neither of you wanting to stop for air. The way he tasted, and the way his kiss was needy but tender; the way his hands moved on you made you wish you weren't in a closet waiting to gank a vampire. And just like that, you tore away from your heated kiss to the sound of the bathroom door opening. Dean still gripped you tight, both of you breathing heavily trying desperately to steady yourselves. The footsteps passed you again, and you could hear the man was on the phone with someone. "Yeah, it came in just a bit ago actually-yeah, it's still here. He can come pick it up whenever…Yes…Yes sir-I'll have it ready." And he hung up. Dean nudged your hip, and you knew what that meant. 'Time for some ass-whoopin'.' You gripped the blade on your hip and readied yourself. Your muscles burnt with anticipation. You were ready to show this blood-sucker what being headless felt like. And then suddenly, you heard the man cry out in surprise outside the door. "What the!-" OOMPH. Something had hit him, then the sound of steel slicing through air ended with the thud of something heavy dropping on the floor. 'Did Sam just kill that son of a bitch without us?!' Just as you reached for the doorknob, the closet door was creaking open by some unknown force. In a heartbeat Dean had you behind him, ready to pounce with his blade raised. "You've gotta be kidding me!" Dean exclaimed as he saw who stood before him. You quickly craned your neck to see, but Dean's free hand held you back. A man's voice with a thick british accent answered him. "Not kidding. Out of the way Squirrel, you've got something I want." ****