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callmemana · 2 years ago

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What You Know, Is Nothing.

A Bob Floyd x female!reader fanfic:

Summary: Bob goes home for leave and as a surprise the dagger squad pays him a visit and learns more about their fellow aviator.

🚨A special thank you to @sebsxphia @jungle-angel @twosroos @thedaredevilsgirl for the ideas! I love and appreciate all of you!🚨 and a thank you to @eddiemypuppetmaster and @sweetlittlegingy for proof reading!

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After the uranium mission, the dagger squad had gotten closer and had learned more about each other over the next couple of months. As the group learned about their fellow aviator’s personal life, like how Hangman is the eldest of four and has three sisters; how Rooster grew up surrounded by the 86’ squadron after his father, Goose, had died and many more interesting things. The only person who’s yet to be open with the team was Bob. They knew some basic information, like his name and home state, but other than that, nothing. It wasn’t until a mysterious message was sent to Phoenix from an ‘Kacey Floyd’ that she gained more knowledge about her back seater. After weeks of messaging each other, Phoenix and the other aviators were invited to Floyd’s ranch. As it got closer to the day they left for their families, the secret stayed quiet. While at the Hard Deck Bob, as always, stayed his shy, wallflower self. Only speaking when spoken to. Bob was in his own little world when his phone went off, it was his mother, asking when his flight was and who was going to pick him up. Bob sighed loudly, which gathered the attention of the other aviators, “What’s the matter Bob?” Bob bowed his head, closed his eyes in frustration, then looked back up to his questioner, “My Ma, she’s asking me about who’s gonna pick me up at the airport.” “So, who’s picking you up? She’s worried about her son.” Replied Rooster. “I don’t need a ride; I left my truck at the airport last time I visited and its still good on gas.” “You left your truck at the airport, even though you knew you wouldn’t be back for a while?” asked Payback. Bob nodded, “Well, technically my girlfriend has my truck, she’s going to drive up with a friend and leave my truck there for me.” The team was speechless, bob had a girlfriend? “I’m sorry, could you please say that again?” asked Hangman, thinking he’d heard wrong. Bob scrunched his eyebrows together, “My girlfriend is going to drive up with a friend and leave my truck?” “Why did we never know that you had a girlfriend?” “Because nobody asked?” “Well now we’re asking!” “Yeah, tell us about yourself Bob.” “I’m good, there’s nothing to know.” “What’s your parents’ names? Do you have any siblings?” Bob chuckled lightly, “Why the sudden interest?” “Because we work together and while we do, we need to know about each other more.” “That’s bullshit, and you all know it.” “Its bull-true!” Bob gave a slight glare to the others, “Fine, my parents’ names are Joseph and Kacey, I have four siblings, two older and two younger.” “Their names are?” “Seriously, why are y’all so interested in my life right now?” “Well, I should know this information as you are my back-seater.” Replied Phoenix. “My older brother’s name is Austin, my older sister’s name is Isabella, and my younger sister’s name is Chloe, and my younger brother is Colton. Anything else? My blood type, middle name? If I’m an organ donor?” “Yes,” “Did you realize that your accent comes out more when your frustrated?” “My middle name is James, AB positive, and yes I am.” Bob got up out of his chair and left to get another drink, this time a beer. “Jesus guys and Phoenix, we drove him to drink!” said Hangman. “He’s probably stressed with going home, I mean, it’s been a while since he’s been home from what I can tell,” said Fanboy. “So, he shouldn’t get frustrated with his mom, she’s just worried about her son.” “It’s nice that she’s there for him, at least he has someone,” said Rooster. “Don’t start on the sob story Roost.” Bob kept away from the others until the day he had to catch his plane to good Ol’ Wyoming. Bob went home for leave, where he could visit his home and see his family again, and that’s where he was now, helping his father, and two brothers fixing the fence that broke but didn’t have the time nor people to fix. He had on a trucker hat with this family’s ranch on it and blue jeans, his shirt discarded as soon as the summer sun of Wyoming reached about noon on this particular day. He heard a couple of cars driving down the dirt road but paid no attention to it, focused mainly on the fence.

The cars’ doors opened and closed as Bob continued to work. Without his shirt, Bob could be seen with muscles that could go head to head with Rooster’s or even Hangman’s on any given day and tattoos. The squad didn’t think that Bob would be as fit as he was, considering how most of his free time on base was used to sit in a cozy chair and reading a book, nor did they think that Bob would be the type of person to have tattoos. As the team stood by the cars and stared, it seems that they were caught red handed looking at their fellow aviator. “Hey Bam, ain’t those your fancy pilot buddies?” “Now you’re just messin’ with me, Austin. How many times do I have to say that we aren’t that close, they don’t know where I am, I didn’t give them anything about my personal life. There ain’t no way, they are here,” retorted Bob. “Bam, look over there, don’t those guys look like the people from that picture you sent?” asked Colt. Rolling his eyes, Bob lifted his hat and wiped his forehead before putting it back on and looking in the driveway, and to his surprise, his fellow aviators were in fact at his family’s ranch.

“What in the hell?” he whispered under his breath. Bob looked at his brothers, both just as confused as he was on why they were here. Soon his mom came out of the old farm house and greeted the guest followed by his sisters. “Bam, Austin, Colt! Get your asses over here and say hi, I didn’t raise no hoodlums!” “Yeah Ma, were comin’!” “Bam, grab the tools, we’ll move on to the next fence afterwards.” doing as his brother asked, he grabbed the tools and his shirt as he made his way over to the group forming. “Bam never said that we were havin’ guest.” said his sister, Isabella. “Because he didn’t know, it was supposed to be a surprise for him.” “Well, come on! Introduce us Bam,” Bob had always hated that nickname since he was a child, so rolling his eyes, “Ma, Isabella, Chloe, Austin, Colt, this is my team members from the dagger squad, Natasha, Reuben, Mickey, Jake, Javy, Bradley, this is my mother, Kacey, older sister Isabella, younger sister Chloe, older brother Austin, and younger brother Colt. There happy? We still got fence to fix, but make yourselves at home inside.” finished, Bob as he and his brothers hopped on the quads nearby and made their way to the other fences.

“I’m sorry about Bam, he doesn’t like surprises much. But y’all are welcome to go inside to cool off while I finish up with lunch.” “I’m sorry Mrs. Floyd, but why do you call Bob ‘Bam’?” asked Natasha with curiosity. “Oh, please call me Kacey, Mrs. Floyd was my mother-in-law. When Robert was a baby he had blond hair so white that it looked like Bam Bam from the Flintstones and he would take a toy hammer and smack everything with it. The nickname just stuck from that, he absolutely hates it, but he will always be our Bam Bam.” laughs could be heard from behind her as she lead the group into the house and to the guest rooms. Isabella and Chloe helped with lunch while they settled in. There were pictures all around of the five siblings and their childhood, it looked like a scrap book with all of the photos, all of different ages and activities.

One particular photo caught Reuben’s eyes and he smacked Mickey who gasped, the photo was of Bob on a bull, riding with one of his hands on his hat and the other holding tight a rope to stay on as the bull bucked. “Guys, you’ll never believe this, but it looks like Bob was a bull rider before the army,” said Mickey, which grabbed the others’ attention and went to look at the picture. Isabella came in at the sight of them entranced by it and chuckled, “Y’all really don't know squat about Bam do you? Bradley shook his head, “No, we know his name, that he’s a WSO, and that he doesn’t drink, but that’s all.” Isabella laughed loudly at the last statement, “Oh, y’all are up for a treat! Bam used to go out every weekend and drink with his buddies in the cornfields out by the Cordell’s farm and get shitfaced, come home early the next day and then go to work on the farm,” the team had their eyes wide and jaws to the floor, no way was ‘Baby on Board’ a partier, not in high school and defiantly not now.

“When he came home one day, and Ma had had enough of the drinkin’, she told him no more until he turned twenty-one and then he decided to join up. So, I’m guessing he don’t drink around y’all?” Bradley was the one to speak, “No, he doesn’t” “Was he really like that growing up?” “Oh was that boy trouble, he would-” “Ma! We’re done, and don’t be tellin’ them nothin’!” “Oh, hush boy!” Bob and his brothers came into the room and sat on the couch and recliner, that was until their mom came over and smacked them upside the head, “Don’t be gettin’ sweat on my chairs now, go shower the lot of ya!” they all grumbled as they got up and retreated into their rooms, “No smoking either!” she shouted once more, “that’s for outside only!” “Kacey, it was nice of you to let us stay here, but if Bob isn’t ok with this we can leave,” suggested Mickey, always the kindhearted one. “No, no, it’s fine. He’s just not too big on surprises and such. He’ll get over it, and if anyone of you catch him smoking, please snuff it out, he can’t be ruining those lungs with the stuff y’all do for the Navy!” They all nodded and agreed, another thing they never knew about Bob, he used to drink like a frat boy and smokes, who knew.

After his shower, he picked up his room a little bit before heading back downstairs to his teammates, who were enthralled by a story his sister was telling, he rested on the doorframe as he waited for the end. “He would jump from the hayloft to a patch of hay to get away from Dad when he would get in trouble, that boy always came inside smelling like shit and had hay everywhere.” he chuckled at the story, a fond one from his childhood. Nat was the first to spot him, “Hey,” Bob just nodded his greeting. “You’re not too mad at us right?” Bob just shook his head, “No, y’all just wanted to get to know me better, I know I was less than giving with information about myself.” “So, tell us man. We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t want to get to know you.” Bob pushed himself off the position he was in and sat on a chair at the table, “What do you wanna know?” “Where did your accent go when we were at Top Gun?” asked Reuben. “I got made fun of because I ‘sounded less smart’ when I talked so no one took me seriously as a WSO. I had enough of it and started to lose it gradually as I went from base to base.” Bob shrugged. “You drank a lot in high school?” Bob’s eyebrows furrowed as he glared at Isabella, who giggled, “Yeah, there’s not a lot to do here. It’s either hanging out in the Walmart parking lot, or going to a friends’ field, having a bonfire, and drinking til the beer runs out. I chose the latter.” Bob folds his arms over his chest and leans back as he waits for the questions from his team. “Or rodeos, he was a big hit at the local and county rodeos, always went to state and won.” bragged Austin as he joined the group. “Bam here was the champion for years before he went and joined the Navy, still talked about round that time of year.” “Apparently there’s one coming up next weekend, thinking of signing up there Robert?” Bob rolled his eyes, “I’m retired, and you know that, Izzy.” “So, you got to show your Navy friends the rodeo, its super fun and you loved the adrenalin rushes when you ride!” joined in Chloe as Bob shook his head, “Not happenin’, I’ll take them to a hole in the wall or a cornfield party. Heard Patterson say he was planning one soon,” “No, come on Robert!” Bob’s phone went off and checked the name, Y/N, he got up and grabbed his hat, “I’m out, see y’all soon. I’ll be home for dinner!” confused, the others looked at the family in the kitchen who smiled, “That was his girlfriend, Y/N, she must need something. Don’t worry he’ll be back.” “What’s she like?” asked Javy with a smirk, “Prettier than sin, and as smart as a whip.” “Any pictures?” “Plenty, they’ve been together since freshman year.” “That’s adorable!” “Plans to propose next June when he gets leave again,” said Chloe. “Who knew Bob was a romantic?” “Well, we did, but he’s our brother so,” said Colt.

As dinner came closer and closer there was still no sign of Bob. It wasn’t until the plates and table where cleared that Bob reappeared, but with his hair frazzled, left eye black, and knuckles opened and bloody. His siblings rolled their eyes at him, this was just another night for them. The dagger squad jumped up immediately and surrounded their friend. “What the hell Bob?” “Are you ok?” “Are you hurt anywhere else?” Bob held up his hands to silent them, “I’m fine, just got into a bar fight.” “A bar fight?” “What the actual fuck?” “Are you sure your alright?” Bob nodded his head sternly, “Yeah, some asshole was talkin shit about me and Y/N called to come pick her up before she did something she’d regret. By the time I got there, it was already going down, a friend of mine from high school jumped in to protect Y/N.” “Is she here?” “Can we meet her?” Bob shrugged, “Sure, I guess. She’s outside still trying to clean up.” “Clean up?” “You don’t think that a girl from the Midwest don’t know how to throw down do you? Girl’s here throw hands like it’s a conversation starter.” “Respect.” “Should be in soon,” as soon as Bob finished his sentence a woman in bootcut jeans, a t shirt, steel toed boots, and a dirty white Stetson came through the door and looked around at the dagger squad, “Well Hell, when you said you got yourself guests Bam, I didn’t realize they’d be this good lookin’!” “Y/N, this is the dagger squad, Nat, Bradley, Jake, Javy, Mickey, and Reuben. Guys this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” “Its nice to finally meet y’all, Bam doesn’t talk much about his Navy friends when he visits. Hell, half of the time we gotta hound him to take leave.” Said Kacey, smacking her son’s shoulders affectionately. They talked for hours catching Y/N up about all of the things the squadron did these last couple of months and his family told embarrassing childhood stories of Bob, who would add details or laugh with the others. Bob would never come out to say it, but this was probably the best leave he’s taken. His Navy family finally met his real family. He was a happy man.

#robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd #callmemanaficrecs #supportyourfriends #🎟️ticketforthelovetrainchoochoo

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fictionkinfessions · 1 year ago

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@ the anon who was asking about talking to their mormon mother about fictionkin stuff

genuinely, as someone who grew up in a heavily religious household (we weren’t mormon but this still stands) i cannot express enough how unsafe it is (mentally and physically) to talk about things like this with people like that, even more so if youre a minor. even talking to other open-minded people about this thing can bring a lot of judgement.

ive only ever told two non-kin people about being fictionkin, and those are my partner and my sibling’sbest friend (theyre fickin too so we both told him). and even then, i still kind of regret it. there’s still a lot of judgement there, even with me being really close to these people. and that alone is hard to deal with.

i know what its like to want to talk about these things with ppl youre close to, but sometimes you just cant :( and even though thats just how it is, its sad. i always wanted to tell my mom about it while growing up, but… it just wasn’t safe for me. ultimately it is up to you, but even though we dont know each other, i worry for what might happen if you do.

some of the best advice ive ever been given for this stuff is to just… form connections in the community. while its not the same, it does help lift some of the load.

i hope youre doing alright, anon.

- Lovely (#⚡️🩸)

p.s. i really hope that tag isnt taken mpc, i tried to look but im on mobile so its no guarantee, so sorry if its taken.

🐸

#fictionkinfessions #ask response #mod party cat #⚡️🩸#mormonism cw

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oreo-hong · 11 months ago

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i keep the two of us in the corner, hearing my mother stumble towards the door. she opens the door, looking over doyoung. “who the hell are you?” she slurs, the two of us not visible from where doyoung was in the doorway. i grow more scared, hiding renjun more, practically cradling him as if to shield him. ⚡️

doyoung simply walks passed your mother, “y/n, renjun… where are you?” he softly calls, his voice melodic and kind

#⚡️ anon #demigod!hyuck

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faztastiic · 6 months ago

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"Happy Birthday Grandpa!" This is at all Classic Freddys!

#( ⚡️ ) ┆ who is looking for you; your mother? ⋆ open.

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nuitthegoddess · 3 years ago

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Carnival Date

OC x Canon

From my Twisted Wonderland Magical Girls AU

Sebimi content

Rated PG-13

For a run down: Hana’s friends finally made it to Twisted Wonderland to take their leader Hana back to their world, but she didn’t want to leave yet to help deal with overblots going around. It’s supposed to take place after Malleus overblot and the magical girls are trying to figure out how to get back but it’s a slow process sadly *cri*

Sebek and Aimi didn’t have a great start when they met, they argued and roast each other time from time. But during Malleus overblotting state. Hana wanted to help him, so the girls teamed up with Lilia, Silver, Sebek and Shrouds to help out. Thus, Sebek and Aimi getting along until they catch feelings for one another.

Tagging: @magebirdi

“Why don’t you ask her out?” Lilia asked Sebek who was doubting himself of his new crush on a girl who is friends with the dorm leader of the Ramshackle. Not only that, but she is also human.

He started to frown and began to rant, “I said I don’t want to get into these feelings! I can’t believe myself falling for a human! I don’t understand it?”

Lilia sighed; he knew he had this thing against humans. He just wished that he wasn’t like this, “You know, if you think of it this way. Your mother was probably the same way as you are right now,” Sebek blinked to him, the elder faerie smile to catch his attention. “I know you have a grudge against your father being human. Even though you always look up to your mother. Wouldn’t you want to know why she had feelings for a human? Maybe this will be an experience for you. If you don’t like it, you don’t like it. But if you do, you’ll see it.” Lilia explained to compare his parents to Sebek’s situation who was hesitant for a moment.

He closed his eyes before sighing in defeat, “You… You may be right… but how do I ask her? Where do I take a human girl too? What do they like?”

Lilia beamed excitedly of hearing Sebek at least trying, “Every human girl is different. Maybe to the movies? Or… Oh! How about the carnival that is starting in the middle of town!”

“How do you know this?”

“I saw it on magicam. There will be lots of games, rides and food. Maybe she’ll want to go with you!” Lilia grinned excitedly for this boy’s very first date!

Sebek took a deep breath and said “Alright! I shall ask the human girl out on a date!”

Lilia held his finger up to the first year, “Oh, wait a second buster! We need to practice before you can ask her. You’ll definitely scare her away with you saying “Human! Let’s go on a date!”. Ask her kindly, say it with me,” He makes a genuine smile and says for example “Hello Aimi, would you mind coming with me to the festival preparing in town on Saturday?”,

Sebek took a deep breath to say the exact words, “Hello Aimi! Would you MIND coming with me to THE CARNIVAL that’s PREPARING in town on SATURDAY?”

“Close enough… we’ll get there! If she says yes. The Carnival opens up at 3 o’clock! Wait for her at the front gate of the campus! Got all of that? We’ll practice that too!”

“Yes, vice dorm leader!”

“But let’s practice! Okay?”

“Okay!”

“Oooh!! I am so excited for you!”

At the doorway without the two noticing. Silver and Malleus were watching Lilia helping him practice.

“Do you think this date will go well?” Malleus asks Silver.

Silver shrugs, “Let’s hope he doesn’t say anything offensive to Aimi… They didn’t get along for a long while. But ever since he and Aimi worked together to help with your Overblot situation… He’s been acting kind of different around her. I never thought it would have been this way...”

Malleus nodded in agreement, “Indeed. This human must be special to him I assume.”

“For it is enough for Sebek to at least try. I just hope he doesn't mess this up…”

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“Kira! Do you need help watering the plants?” Aimi asked her pinknette friend who was watering the flowers in the botanical garden. She smiled at her, “Oh don’t worry! Thank you for your help.”

“Alright, I need to hurry to the library before it closes.”

“You’re still looking for a spell?” Kira asked.

Aimi nodded to her, “Of course. We need to get back home. As guardians such as ourselves we need to get back or there will be more blots could happen on earth! Besides, I don’t trust Crowely.” It’s been about a month since they’ve been stuck in Twisted Wonderland. As guardians to protect people on Earth. They need to hurry back.

Kira nodded with a small giggle. “I agree.”

They’ve trying to search on how to get back from earth now. They made it just in time as soon as Hana wanted help from an odd dream that resembles a dorm leader. Now after that is over, they need to hurry back home. However, it’s a long process.

She made it to the library and got herself a book with ancient magic to find at least something. As she was walking out with the book in her hands.

“HUM— HELLO AIMI.”

She jumped from the surprise loud voice. She turned herself around to see the familiar green haired half breed fae.

“S-Sebek! Uh— What do you want?” She frowned at him with her hand on her hip. He coughed a bit to clear his throat. Her brows furrowed at him while holding onto the book under her arm, “I came to you for a request.”

She started to raise her brow in question. “Uh… okay, what do you want?”

“W-Would you…” he was trying to utter the words. He was so proud that he was able to say the lines to Lilia from before. But to actually say it to her, it’s embarrassing. “Would you mind coming with me to the carnival that is being held on Saturday?” He finally got the words out! He was analyzing her reaction.

It took her a hot second to realize what he said. Her cheeks started to burn pink a bit when she began to say, “Y-You’re asking me out?”

“I-Indeed I am,” he answered as he looked at her, scratching at the back of his head looking away, “Since you and your friends are going to be here for a while. I decided I wanted to take you around town.”

“Oh well… I don’t see why not.” She answered. Sebek’s eyes fixed at her like she said the weirdest thing ever. Did she just agree to go with him?!

“What time?” She asked.

“The-Three o’clock! I’ll be waiting for you at the front gates of the campus to take you there.”

She nodded. “Alright, I’ll see you then! Oh, I must be going now! See you later, Sebek!” She ran off leaving Sebek who was stunned about her accepting his offer. He couldn’t help but smile to himself! He has a date! He went back telling Lilia and Malleus about what happened! Lilia could tell he was excited.

Aimi was kind of shocked. Was he trying to be nice? She wondered if he knew she had feelings for him. She really didn’t like him in the beginning when they first met for a while, they started to become close. But to her it grew something more. Besides, even if he doesn’t feel the same way, it’ll be fun!

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Later on, at almost 3 o’clock. Sebek was waiting out at the front gates as he instructed. He was devastated about leaving his guard duty of protecting his young master. But with such a moment he will never forget was Malleus wishing him luck and wanting him to go on this date of his.

He looked at the time on his phone, it was 2:58pm. Thoughts ran through his head. What if she stood him out? What if she is going to start hating him? — He couldn’t believe he had thoughts about this all because of a weak human?! This is so unlike him at all!!

“Hey Sebek!”

He whipped his head around to see Aimi running over to him. Wearing a long black jacket with it underneath a blackish purple t-shirt and long yoga pants with shoes that matched her jacket.

He stiffened a bit as she approached him. Seeing him wear a green coat with black sweater inside of his jacket that that matches his pants and shoes.

“H-Human— Aimi! You’ve made it.”

She snickered at his attempt to get her name right instead of the degrading nickname.

“Yeah! Just in time like you said. What you thought I was going to bail on you?” She cocked a brow at him.

“O-Of course not!”

“Sure.”

Sebek scoffed, “Why you —“

“Are we going to go to the carnival or stand here and argue?” She asked with her hands on her hips.

He blinked in realization, “Yeah. Let’s not waste any time.”

“Alright! Let’s go!” She grinned.

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They started to walk down the road passing by some venues and rides. Kids were running around laughing as people were walking, talking or laughing. Aimi smiled at the view of people while walking close to Sebek. He looked over to Aimi who seemed to be interested in the festival.

“S-So—Hu– Aimi,” He cursed himself for saying th nickname. She looked to the side at him.

“What do you want to do?”

The raven-haired girl thought about it and looked around. “Hmm… oh!!” She points to a gothic dark building called “Haunted Maze.”

“How about that one?”

“A haunted maze?” Sebek raised a brow at.

“Yeah, why?”

“Nothing, this seems like something for children.”

“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun!... Or are you scared? I thought you as a soldier aren’t scared of anything!” She teased a bit.

Sebek scowled, “Tch, I am not scared of this ‘haunted maze’! I know what real fear is and a haunted maze isn’t one of them!”

“Oh yeah? You’re all talk so let me see you prove your words!” She grinned to lift her finger to point at him.

“I accept your challenge!”

Aimi tried not to giggle at his serious persona. It was too cute for her. They went into the haunted house. It was pretty dark inside; they were walking down a hallway. Aimi had a sense of intense surfacing through her gut when looking around for anyone to jump out to try to scare them. Hearing anonymous music ringing through their ears makes. It does not make the whole maze better.

They approached a fake grassy meadow, there were fake trees around. They were walking before someone popped out from the bushes and stumbled to them with a chainsaw. Aimi flinched back onto Sebek’s arm with a shriek of horror. He even flinched a bit from the actor in costume that walks slowly back away in its corner.

Sebek looked down to Aimi who was clenching his arm. “Hmph, for someone who is confident. You sure seem shaken.”

Aimi looked to Sebek who cocked a brow, “Oh psh! I was making sure you don’t try to punch someone!” She tried to convince him as she looked at his arm. Wondering now if she were to hold his arm back. Nah, she is a twig compared to him.

“Oh please. I wouldn’t unless someone tries to mess with me! You however seem scared for a guardian.” He started to smile slyly.

She scowled at him, “Oh hush! Let’s keep going! Some guardians can get scared too you know!”

“We have a long way to go, human.”

She groaned in annoyance at his sneer. For someone who was so serious all the time, he is acting mischievous! Along the way she had a few jolts up as she was clinging onto his arm for dear life. Oh, why did she want to go through in the first place?!

“I think we are almost there.” He said, looking at the path.

Aimi looks as if she crawled out from hell with her clinging onto him.

“Good!”

A few more steps a whole horde of zombies from a corner popped out from the corner making Sebek and Aimi jolt back with a screech. Aimi’s ear hurt from his yell. She stopped to realize.

He actually got scared.

“HA!” She pointed her finger to him.

He frowned at her, “‘Ha’,what?!”

“You got scar~ed.” She chimed.

His eyes widened and argued, “Oh hush human! You were way more scared than I was!”

“You got scared~! Haha! I wish I had a picture!” She giggled. Both of them made it to the exit. As if Aimi’s wish came true, there was a booth with a picture of people who were scared of the horde of zombies. Aimi of course got two pictures of them.

“I’ll never forget this as long as I live.” She giggled holding the picture up as they were walking.

Sebek grumbled at the picture and her smiling about her own picture. He couldn’t believe she got him one too. However, looking at her smile was somewhat pleasant to him.

She looks to the side, noticing he was looking at her, “Hey. Do you want to go on a ride? Since I picked the haunted maze, you can choose.”

“Hmm…” Sebek looks around and sees a roller coaster. “How about that ride?”

She smiled a bit, “Alright! Let’s go!” She took his hand to drag him over to the line. Sebek’s face burned a bit red. He couldn’t believe how bold she was. They were waiting in line as it got shorter. The girl looked at the roller coaster going down. Aimi breathed in a bit as she stroked her hair. He began to notice she was watching the roller coaster go down.

“What’s wrong, human?”

She blinked to him, “Hm, I’m fine. Why?”

“You seem nervous.”

“No. Are you?”

“Such a ride doesn’t scare me.”

“Oh, like the zombies?”

He started to roll his eyes, “You got scared each time someone pops out from the haunted house!” Sebek retorted.

“You got pictures of that?” She smug, making Sebek groan.

“Can’t believe I am doing this.” He murmured; Aimi hooked around his arm with a sneer.

“You’re the one who asked me out though!”

After a while, the line was moving. They finally made it on the roller coaster, sitting at the front of the roller coaster with the harness on them. When the coaster was full, it started moving. Aimi forced a sheepish smile until they got to the top and went down. Aimi and Sebek were screaming for their lives along with everyone else! After a while Sebek seemed to be enjoying the coaster. They went around loops, ups and downs. After being released from the ride, Aimi was so glad to get off. Her face was pale.

“Aimi! You look like death has tried to take you away!” Sebek exclaimed. She held her thumb up with a weak smile.

“I’m okay! Ahaha...”

“You could have said no, and we wouldn’t have gone on the ride.” He said with his arms crossed.

“I couldn’t.”

“Why not? It’s simple.”

“You wanted to go on, so I didn’t want to be selfish by saying no. You looked like you were having fun after a while.” She smiled as she rubbed the back of her nape.

He stared at her for a moment. ‘What a strange human you are.’ He thought, he looked away for a moment to ruffle through his hair.

“I-Is that so? Well. Let’s do something else other than rides that may terrify you.”

“Hey, I’m not that weak at heart!”

He puts a smug on, “Not like how you were just now?”

“Oh shush! At least you don’t have a picture!” Aimi frowned with her arms crossed.

They walked off to other stand games with a bunch of stuffed animals around each venue.

One in particular that they chose was, Balloon pop.

“Alright! If we hit three, we get a prize!” Aimi grinned. She held onto the pointy dart to stand back. She aims for the red balloon that is not too far nor too low. She eyed the target. Sebek watched her as well as the guy behind the stand. She throws it and it hits the side.

She clenched her fist. “Dang it!”

“Let me try.” Sebek picks one of the darts, eyed the target and shoots it. He popped a red one and then the purple one.

“Woah! amazing!!” Aimi exclaimed happily.

“We have a winner!!” The guy cheered and waved his hand to a bunch of stuffed animals on top. “Pick your prize, son!”

“Hmm I guess the small dragon stuffed animal.”

The guy picks up the stuffed animal down from the top to give it to him.

“Thank you.”, Sebek holds it in front of Aimi. “Here.”

Aimi gazes at the toy and then to Sebek. “You’re giving that to me?”

“Yes. Think of it as a thank you for accepting to come with me.”

She was kind of surprised that someone like him would be kind enough to give her a dragon stuffed animal. She thought maybe because he doesn’t want a stuffed animal because it seemed childish.

She took it in her arms, “Thank you! But dang, you threw those darts like it was nothing.”

He crossed his arms, “I’m a well-trained soldier for my young master. I must keep a close eye on a target before taking action. It is what I’ve been trained for.”

She half laughed a bit, “Guess I need more training myself as a guardian. Hey, wanna play another game?”

“I don’t see why not.”

They were walking over to a game stand with each pile of bottles in a pyramid.

Aimi tries it out with the small ball cannon gun to aim at the 6 can pyramid. She shot it and knocked four of them out.

She lets out an excited gasp, “Did you see that?!” She whipped her head to Sebek with a grin. He started to smile happily.

“You got them out!! All you need to do is to knock two of them off!”

The woman behind the stand set up the two bottles for her. She aims from the canon.

“You can do this!” Sebek cheered. Which was refreshing to her.

She shot it to knock the two cans off. Making herself jump with excitement and turn around to Sebek.

“Oh my gosh!! Did you see that?!”

Her eyes widened as Sebek gave her a huge hug with the dragon stuffed animal. He happily said and it kind of hurt her eyes a little, “You made it with only two shots!!” He blinked for a second and pulled away. “I-It was just a good shot is all for a human guardian…”

Aimi’s cheeks were slightly pink from that moment.

“Okay you love birds,” the woman chuckled, “you want to pick a prize?” Aimi looks around to the huge stuffed animals. She points to the blue cute koala stuffed animal. “That one!” The woman gave her the stuffed animal.

“Sebek! This is for you!” Aimi grinned. Sebek blinked at her holding the stuffed animal. “For me?”

“Yeah! Think of it as a thank you for letting me experience outside from Night Raven College!”

His cheeks were tint red. He switches the dragon with the blue koala. He wasn’t a big fan of stuffed animals. But this felt nice for some reason.

“Hey, wanna get something to eat? I’m hungry.”

“Ugh, the carnival food is filled with such calories. I don’t think I’ll have any.”

“Understandable. But if you want to find something you can snack on, I’ll definitely pay.”

“What? You don’t need to. I’m the one who invited you with me.”

“Whatever you say.” She giggled a bit. The two manage to find a food court. They looked at the menu on top while waiting in line.

“Crispy chicken tenders sound really good!” Her mouth watered at the thought of having some.

Sebek thought about it, “Hmm… I might as well. It does sound good now.”

Aimi nodded. Next in line, she ordered two crispy chicken tenders and two water bottles. Just the moments they both looked at each other. Aimi tried to use her cash, but Sebek was quick with his card.

“Hey!” She laughed a bit.

“I’m the one that invited you.” Sebek said smugly.

After that they waited until their food was brought out to them. Aimi was about to eat when she realized Sebek was midway of finishing up his tenders so quickly. Aimi’s brow raised at him. She only took one bite, and he was finished. He noticed she was staring at him.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“You finished off your tenders before I did! That was quicker than my friend Yuko with 12 pieces of sushi!”

“Hm, maybe you’re just a slow eater.”

“No, you probably have more than one stomach!” Aimi snickered trying to eat her second tender, after swallowing a piece, “Are you still hungry?”

“Not really. I’ll be alright.”

She nodded as she was eating her tenders. After a while she had one left. She was filled up. He definitely has more than one stomach in this half breed of a Fae!

She picked the tender and brought it to him, making him notice.

“Here. Have my last one. I’m really full.” She offered.

He took a hold of her wrist gently and bit onto the tender from her hand. Released her wrist when he was chewing it all up.

“Thank you.”

Aimi's cheeks were glowing red. “WOAH! You ate it from my hand just like that!”

“Hm? You were the one who offered it to me.”

“Yeah— Well, you could have just taken it.” She whipped her head away from him. Feeling as if her cheeks was burning even redder by the minute.

“Why are you blushing from me eating a chicken?” He was very puzzled by the moment.

She couldn’t help but think, ‘Idiot!’.

“It’s not that I— Ugh never mind!” She shook her head and decided to change the subject. “Want to play more games?”

He didn’t want to argue to make matters worse since all he wanted was to be close with her. He held off, agreed.

After a while they were having a blast playing some weird fun games. Either losing or at least winning at something. Sebek couldn’t help but stare at Aimi’s smile. It was strange to him. He really liked seeing her smile rather than seeing her upset when roasting her. Which he still enjoys. They went on a ride that Aimi wanted to prove to Sebek she’s not weak at heart and it was the zipper ride.

When they got off from the ride, Sebek was laughing hysterically as Aimi was clinging onto his arm like a scared child.

“It’s not funny!!” She cried.

“You were so sure but look at you are clinging onto my arm!” Sebek laughed.

She quickly realizes and releases his arm to cross her arms. “S-So! What else do you want to do? It’s getting dark so… one last ride?”

“Well, we’re not doing anything extreme on your behalf.”

She frowned at him with her hands on her hips. He almost smiled at that. He looked around and saw a Ferris wheel.

“How about the Ferris wheel?”

“Yeah, let’s go onto that.”

After a while in line, they got into the passengers’ car. They took their seats as they closed the glass case in. It started to rotate. Aimi gazed at the town’s night sky with the sun setting.

“Wow!! It’s so pretty!!” Aimi exclaimed.

Sebek cleared his throat. “A-Aimi,” she looked at him. “Be honest with me. Are you having fun?”

Aimi began to smile with a raised brow, “Of course I am! Why?”

Sebek looked away, “I-I wanted to make sure. Since we… you know…”

“We fight a lot?”

“Yeah.”

She shrugged, “We still kind of do. But it’s not bad. It was a rocky start on how we met..”

“You are right…” She looked at him closely, “Truth be told. Ever since you and your guardian friends, the Shroud, helped my young master. I-I did get to know you better. You were not some disrespectful human. You were kind of like me. You want to protect your leader.” Sebek said being genuine with her.

Aimi nodded, pushing her hair behind her ear, “Yeah. My friends have told me I’m kind of aggressive when it comes to protecting Hana.” She laughed a bit nervously, “She is the leader of the guardians. I was scared to hear that this “big scary dragon fae” was around her. So, I took action.”

“By action, you mean threatening him?”

She made a sheepish smile, “I did apologize… Yeah. I know. It was stupid of me… I was consumed with the thought of losing again…” She began to sniffle up. Sebek blinked to her, hugging herself as she slouched, “You don’t know how scared I was when five months ago in my world, she vanished as if she didn’t even exist. I thought I would never see her again until now…” she whipped away her tears that were falling down to her cheeks. He quickly switched from his seat to the other side to sit next to her. He quickly pulled her into his arms.

“I understand. I-I had the fear after Young Master’s overblot that he wouldn’t wake up. Not only would I lose him, but I wouldn’t be qualified as a good soldier. I was so glad when he opened his eyes, breathing…” he explained a bit as he wrapped his arms around her pulling her into a hug.

“You would still be a good soldier even if you were still trying to help him! He would appreciate that,” Aimi said. She pulled back with a smile up to him. “I did get to know you better too! You’re not a crazy Malleus Draconia fan boy. You’re a passionate guy, fun and tough.” She smiled as he raised a brow.

“I would get that a lot.”

She giggled, “I bet!”

After a while they were let off from the wheel. They left the fair to go back to Night Raven College’s gates. Both of them had two stuffed animals.

“Hey Sebek,” He stopped to look at her, “Was there something else you wanted to tell me on the Ferris wheel?”

“W-What makes you say that?”

She shrugged, “We went on about ourselves. But I had a feeling you wanted to say something.”

He walked to her infront of her, “Okay… I did get to know you better. After the blot incident. When we see each other. I had this strange feeling in my gut. I didn’t know what it was. My heart beats now and then when I am around you, even when we were at the fair. It’s been happening for a while… You smiling was probably the best thing I’ve seen… Well, next to being with Malleus this year is the best thing— But!! That’s beside the point!” he took a deep breath as Aimi watched. “Aimi Morrison. You took my heart and soul away!”

She raised a brow; her cheeks were glowing red as his cheeks were.

“Th-That’s a way of giving a confession. B-But,” he looked at her worriedly, “T-To be honest. I-I know the feeling” she looked away for a second, his eyes were widened. She looked back at him into his golden eyes “I-I really like you too.”

He suddenly hugs her, “I’M SO GLAD!” He exclaimed happily.

She giggled as she hugged him back. Before they could pull away, they realized how close their faces were to each other. Sebek was growing butterflies in his stomach as well as Aimi’s chest beating as if it were going to explode. She places her hand on his cheeks.

“Y-You mind. I mean! Like— if it’s too soon for you…”

“No.” He simply said.

Sebek leans in making Aimi's chest blossomed as sparks between them light up when his lips are brushed against hers. The butterflies in his stomach were swarming. He could not believe he was doing this. He was enjoying it!! She leaned into the kiss and noticed how soft his lips were. They pulled as if it were forever. Sebek’s face was bright red as her face was.

She started to giggle a bit, making herself cover her face. Feeling embarrassment.

“W-Why are you laughing?” He asked

“Because I just got my first kiss!” Aimi smiled, moving her hands away.

His eyes widened, “Really?”

“Y-Yeah. It was nice!”

He looked away for a second, “I-It was mine too.”

“Really?”

“I’ve been training for my young master. I haven't thought about going on dates with anyone until now.” Sebek explained shortly.

She shrugged, “True. But you’re a handsome guy. I would assume you went on a date once in your life.”

His face was burning red, she shortly laughed at his reaction, she realized how dark it was with the moon up by the school building. “I should probably get back to the ramshackle. They are probably worried that I’m not coming back sooner.”

“I should too. As my duty as the young master’s guards. B-But I can walk you back home.”

She nodded. Sebek walked her all the way back to the Ramshackle dorm. Before he was about to leave. She leaned up to peck his lips. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

She got back inside of the dorm as he walked away. Holding onto the stuffed Dragon plushie and crocodile plushie. The long silver ponytail haired girl, and the brown-haired girl with the twin tails were waiting inside to the door. Surprising Aimi as she yelped.

“Sooooo?” Yuko grinned.

“Soooo what?”

“How was your date?! Did you have fun? Was he nice?” Hana asked excitedly.

Aimi’s face turned red, “I-It was fun.”

Yuko smirked at her, “We were watching from the window.”

Aimi’s face was brighter red holding up the stuffed animals. “WHY?!” She screeched.

“Fynaaa, why are they so excited about this?” Grim grumbled on the couch as Kira was reading her book.

“Oh, Grim. They just want to support her. Also, Yuko wants to tease her more.”

Meanwhile, Sebek was walking back to his dorm with the koala plushie and hawk plushie.

Smiling to himself.

“Kufufu~. Did you have fun with your date?”

Sebek jumps from Lilia suddenly being upside down with a sly smile on his lips.

“LILIA! How long were you here for?!”

“Don’t avoid my question. Tell me the details!” He asked excitedly as he floated right side up. He analyzed the two stuffed animals in his arms.

He looked to the side, “I-It was… it was a good day.”

“Oh, don’t be modest! You should be so happy right now! I’m so proud of you!” Lilia smiled happily at him.

He looked to Lilia, “Lilia, you were right,” Lilia stared at him curiously as his cheeks were burning red, “I think I… sort of understand about my mother.”

Lilia made a huge grin. “Sort of?”

“Just a bit! Okay.”

“Whatever you say, Sebek.”

They walked back to Diasomnia. Sebek hopes that he and Aimi could plan another time…

#sebek zigvolt x oc #fanfic #twst sebek #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst lilia #twst silver #twst malleus #twst oc #twst ocs #sebimi #Sebek x Aimi #sorry for the cringe PFPFPFP #twisted wonderland magical girls au

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🍹❤️‍🔥Astology Notes❤️‍🔥🍹

Mercury Aries and Venus Aries

Mercury aries are loud, funny, direct, many times they like to seek attention and are competitive. Have funny jokes 🤪 Their minds move rapidly. Their way of speaking is impulsive and at the same time determined. They are confident in their decisions. They are also very courageous in their decision. Venus in aries have a control and anger problem. Their way of showing love can be quite fiery. That often means they are unafraid to jump headfirst into romance and very fall in love very quickly. They may be a leader in romantic situations and are likely impulsive, aggressive and bold.

🦋Moon in 7th house you like to connect emotionally with people. If the moon is conected with pluto or mars your emotions may be obsessive or you may want to appropriate someone. Or your emotions may be too intense and you may be too pushy person. You may be emotionally dependent on others on some point, but I think it depends on the aspects you have. The moon here represents a balance between your emotions and the emotions of others. You want to understand other people's feelings. You want to understand why someone is the way they are or why they have reacted so emotionally. It’s about understanding people and relationships. You want to look good in people even if they did something bad to you.

🐋Pisces or neptune in the 4th house somehow u will always have stange family. You will feel misunderstood. Alcohol / drugs may be present in the family. There can be many hidden things, you don’t see your family clearly as if the relationship was distant. An important role is played by a mother with whom you may never get along. It’s like you never see the real picture or like there are always some secrets in the family.

⚡️Capricorns always respect the decisions of others. They never fight for you or want to change your mind, convince you otherwise. They accept and move on and don’t even put in the effort but they just give up. I think they are very independent and do not like to waste their time.

🙃People with pisces and gemini placements in birth chart can act too manipulative. Geminis doing reckless things while pisces dreaming too much. People can be very unstable and not serious.

💋I think scoprio is best when it comes to understanding people’s emotions. And what it’s like to give love just one person.

👄People who have some water placemets will always want to have at least a little toxic relationship. And in a relationship, always want passion, intensity, strong love. 💘❤️‍🔥🌊

🪐Capricorn in chart is good to stabilize you but if u have too much placements of capricorn can make u coldheartless person. Your focus may be too much about yourself, work and focus on the logical side of life. Career and success can be at the forefront and you can be very serious person, which means you take everything seriously and you are not a person for jokes.

🫧🌩Every aquarius I meet is so focused on freedom and free life that it's really hard to have the same perspective on things/life. They look at relationships not too emotionally, they like open relationships and like to share the person with others. Also aquarius are not unique they are rebellious& they don’t like to follow the world and the system of society, not so much in the originality but more in the society and the world, their aspect and view of it. Also they are weird. I don’t know how to explain but that when you look at a person and you’re talking to that person, it feel just weird to you. Actually with every Aquarius I talked to they were like "yeah I know I'm weird, that's what everyone tells me". I’ve noticed that they like sports that are more adventurous than climbing, jumping from heights, snowboarding…🏄🏼‍♀️🤸🏼‍♀️🏂🪂⛷

-Rebekah💘🦋🌊

#zodiac signs #astrology #energy #planets #astrology observations #my notes #astrological houses #birth chart #aquarius #capricorn #water signs #pisces #7th house #moon #aries season #aries mercury #aries venus

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waynes-multiverse · 3 years ago

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Saved in a Flash – Part 5

Chapter Title: Something Wicked (rewrite of S01E19)

Chapter Summary: While hunting a new case in Upstate New York, Dean begins to train Hayley while Sam starts to finally open his heart a little more.

Universe: Superhero AU (Supernatural x Flash)

Characters: Hayley Allen (OFC), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Sarah

Pairings: Dean Winchester x OFC, Sam Winchester x Caitlin Snow (overall series)

Rating: +18, NFSW (canon typical violence, swearing, eventual smut)

Series Warnings: Slooooooow burn (you will hate me, I’m talking no kiss before 300k), slight enemies to bffs to stupidly in love, canon rewrite with divergence, superheros & powers, dating other people, canon typical violence/angst/hurt, pining & heartfelt friendships, girl power. I’m sure there’s more…

Word Count: 11.8k

A/N: They’re all so cute in this one, eeek!

Settle in, get your favorite drink, because this is gonna be a very long ride. Hope you enjoy & Goodspeed! ⚡️😈

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The Road So Far Series Masterlist

New Paltz, New York

Dean had spent the last six weeks training Hayley. He had started with simple combat moves, some wrestling, some MMA. She was fast but lacked coordination, and Dean knew he had a lot of work ahead of him before he would start her on weaponry. The two would still bicker a lot, but at least they didn't hate each other anymore – much to Sam's relief. It had gotten exhausting.

Hayley had helped the boys with their cases. She was most comfortable with crime scenes and research but still hoped Dean would at least let her shoot a ghost soon. The oldest Winchester had also discovered her perks: any food from any place and at any time (Big Belly Burger from her hometown was his favorite so far), digging up graves at super-speed, and reading thousands of pages of research in a few seconds.

When she wasn't hunting with the Winchesters or training with Dean, she worked in her lab at CCPD, did more training with Dr. Wells and Cisco for her speed, and had family dinners with the Wests or hung out with Mike, Caitlin, and Iris at the Blue River Bar in Central City.

Sam, on the other hand, had spent the last few weeks teaching Hayley about the lore and everything monsters while also dragging his companions across the country for hunts. He had found them a new case in upstate New York this time, where Dean had immediately located the nearest pub. Dean and Hayley had made themselves comfortable at the bar counter while the youngest Winchester had retreated to a booth with his research.

"What else did you find out?" Dean asked Hayley as they enjoyed a couple of beers. He had tried to help her figure out what happened to her mother. So far, he was still entirely clueless.

"Nothing, really. I just tried to remember everything I could from that night. There was definitely red and yellow lightning, it looked sorta like a person, and...oh, uh, the water in my aquarium was flowing in the air when I woke up that night."

"Definitely hadn't heard that one before," Dean sighed, shaking his head. Initially, he had hoped, he could help her figure it out in a week or so and send her on her way again. But she was still here, and so was he.

"Well, scientifically speaking, it could mean-," she started to muse but was quickly interrupted by Dean.

"Whoa, whoa, Speedy. We've talked about this. No science talk," Dean reprimanded her, cocking a brow.

"Fine," Hayley frowned. "Is he always like this?" she asked, gesturing at poor Sam, who was too focused on his laptop screen to have any fun. She had tried to get him out of his shell a little, and they had at least managed to have a movie night once a week. They had just finished all six parts of Star Wars yesterday. But drinking, meeting new people? Out of the question.

"Well, he was always a weirdo, but since Jessica...he definitely closed off more," Dean admitted, taking a sip from his beer. He had tried to get his little brother's mind off his girlfriend's death but to no avail. Granted, Hayley was a lot better at it than he was – his methods had always been a little questionable.

"He's not a weirdo. Stop calling him that," Hayley scolded with a chuckle, shaking her head at him.

"Fine," Dean mumbled with an eye-roll. "Ready for training tomorrow?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she laughed.

"Depends on what your plan is and how much we drink tonight," Hayley replied and drank more of her beer, which she had spiked a little with her own speedster-booze formula.

"Huh, well, I'm gonna try my luck with either one of those two ladies," Dean stated, nodding his head slightly behind him.

"Brunette with a low-cut and a blonde with a little black dress. Very cliché, Dean," she teased him.

"Says you. I know you've been checking out surfer boy by the pool table since we walked in here," Dean countered with a smirk.

"Yeah, he's got big hands," she grinned dreamily.

"Oh God," Dean huffed and banged his head against the wooden counter. Having girl talks with an actual girl was entirely new territory for him. He didn't even know how he got here; Hayley somehow had just inserted herself into his life.

"And full confession, I saw a glimpse of a tattoo."

"Welp, that's it. Full-on douchebag. Definitely your type," Dean said teasingly, and she narrowed her eyes at him playfully.

"What can I say? I like 'em stupid," she said and tilted her head at him with a devilish smile.

"Why are you looking at me when you say that?" Dean protested but didn't take her teasing seriously, chuckling all the way, and she stuck her tongue out at him. While he could live without the girl talk, Hayley was a pretty fun road companion. She'd drink with him, she'd sing with him in the Impala, she'd always get enough food, and she was a good conversationalist.

"We should check in with Sam before we continue our evening," Hayley suggested.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh, c'mon, Speedy. He's fine," he argued, and Hayley threw him a look.

"C'mon, Winchester. Only takes five minutes," she said and grabbed him by his wrist, dragging him over to Sam's table.

"Hey Sam," she said softly, giving him a big comforting smile.

Sam glanced up at them, slightly annoyed. "Guys, you don't need to check up on me."

"See? Told you he's fine," Dean mumbled, earning him a jab in his rips from Hayley.

"What did you find about the case?" Hayley asked Sam, ignoring the oldest Winchester.

"Mark and Ann Telesca of New Paltz, New York were both found dead in their own home a few days ago. Throats were slit. There were no prints, no murder weapons, all doors and windows locked from the inside," Sam informed them.

"Could just be a garden variety murder, you know – not our department," Dean replied, taking a sip from his beer bottle.

"No. Dad says different," Sam stated.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked as Sam took out a map and started pointing at it.

"Dad noted three murders in the same area of upstate New York. First one here in 1912, second one right here in 1945, and the third in 1970, the same M.O. as the Telescas. Their throats were slit, doors were locked from the inside. Now, so much time had passed between murders that nobody checked the pattern except Dad. He kept his eyes peeled for another one," Sam explained.

"And now we got one. All right, I'm with ya. It's worth checking out. We can't pick this up 'til first thing though, right?" Dean asked and looked expectantly at Sam. "I got two girls over there, could possibly hook you up. What do you think?"

"Dean, no thanks, I can get my own dates," Sam responded grumpily.

"Yeah, you can, but you don't," Dean muttered under his breath. Hayley kicked his leg and shot him a warning look. By now, the whole world knew Sam needed to get out of his cocoon, but she wasn't sure pushing him into a bar hook-up was the right thing for him.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Sam asked his brother.

"Nothing," Dean shrugged and shared a look with Hayley. "See you tomorrow, Sammy."

Sam was up early, filled three plastic cups with disgusting motel coffee, and woke up the two dead-asleep party animals. At this point, Sam didn't know which one was worse – Dean and Hayley constantly fighting or actually getting along. He dragged them into the Impala but was unsuccessful in convincing them to come with him into the Telesca's home. The house was already emptied by moving companies, and after a furrow EMF sweep, he determined nothing was wrong with the building.

He returned to Dean and Hayley and informed them of his findings. The family's history was clean, so the three's theory fell on a cursed object. They located the Telesca's furniture to an auction house near the country club in town. As they walked across the parking lot, Hayley glanced at the expensive cars and some folks of the upper-class mingling in fancy clothes. She knew immediately the three of them were out of place. She was wearing a plaid skirt and her scarlet leather jacket, Dean was wearing the usual flannel under his indigo jacket, and Sam was pretty much his twin in olive.

The floors and walls inside the building were shining white marble with hints of gold, classical violin music was playing in the background, and antique furniture and paintings were neatly displayed. Dean swiftly grabbed a handful of finger food as a waiter passed him with a tray.

"Consignment auctions, estate sales. Looks like a garage sale for wasps if you ask me," Dean whispered to them, taking even more food from a buffet table behind him.

"Can I help you, gentlemen?" An older man approached them, dressed in a black suit and tie. He looked displeased at the sight of the three, and it reminded Hayley a lot of her ex-boyfriend's mother. That woman had also been quite the snobby treat.

Dean just looked the guy up and down before he stuffed his mouth with more food, not giving a damn about the fanciness around him. He didn't care to fit in with these people.

"I'd like some champagne, please," Dean retorted, mimicking a posh voice, and Hayley chortled next to him.

"He's not a waiter," Sam hissed and looked at his brother sharply. Dean was like a wild animal sometimes that hadn't been housebroken yet. Sam held out his hand to the fancy man, introducing himself, "I'm Sam Connors."

The man just kept staring at him, not taking the youngest Winchester up on his invitation for a handshake.

"That's my brother Dean and his fiancée, Hayley. We're art dealers, with Connors Limited," Sam continued, unhindered by the man's death-stare.

Dean grinned at Hayley at his little brother's introduction and planned to exploit the situation. She narrowed her ocean eyes at him before he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him. She eventually obliged to his scheme and stole some food from his hand. Her stomach had been growling the whole damn morning because Sam had forgotten to feed her.

"You are art dealers?" The man raised an eyebrow at them doubtingly.

"That's right," Sam asserted with a confident nod.

"I'm Daniel Blake. This is my auction house. Now, this is a private showing, and I don't remember seeing you on the guest list," the man replied.

"We're there, chuckles. You just need to take another look," Dean replied cockily with a full mouth. Another waiter passed him with a tray of drinks, and he swiped a glass.

"Oh, finally." Dean turned back to Mr. Blake and sniffed the flute of champagne, raising his brows before he walked away, pulling Hayley by her arm with him. Sam hastily followed them.

The brothers and Hayley then looked around the auction house and wondered about all the weird crap rich people were interested in buying. They stopped by a painting of a family, and Sam curiously took a closer look at it. The portrait showed a husband and wife and their three children – two sons and a daughter holding a doll.

"A fine example of American Primitive, wouldn't you say?"

The three turned around, surprised. The voice belonged to a beautiful young woman with dark hair tied up in a loose bun. She wore a long, elegant midnight-black dress and threw them the kindest smile as she flowed down the big spiral staircase.

What an entrance, Hayley thought. Even Dean seemed to think so as he slapped Sam's arm, starry-eyed.

"Well, I'd say it's more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses," Sam replied as he glanced back at the painting. "But you knew that. You just wanted to see if I did," he smiled at her. Both Dean and Hayley stared perplexed at him.

"Guilty. And clumsy. I apologize." She curtseyed jokingly. "I'm Sarah Blake."

"I'm Sam. This is my brother Dean and his fiancée, Hayley."

"If he says that one more time, I'm gonna kick him in the groin," Hayley muttered to Dean, who was still busy stuffing food into his mouth.

"Dean, can we get you some more mini-quiche?" Sarah asked him politely with a chuckle.

"I'm good, thanks," he stated, still chewing and swallowing his last bite.

"So, can I help you with something?" Sarah asked, glancing at Sam.

"Yeah, actually. What can you tell us about the Telesca estate?"

"The whole thing's pretty grisly if you ask me, selling your things this soon. But Dad's right about one thing, sensationalism brings out the crowds. Even the rich ones," she replied.

"Is it possible to see the provenances?" Sam asked, and Hayley was now really baffled with Sam. She hadn't taken him for an art enthusiast.

"I'm afraid there isn't any chance of that," Mr. Blake replied for Sarah as he appeared behind his daughter like a looming shadow.

"Why not?"

"You're not on the guest list. And I think it's time to leave," he stated, irritated but too polite to show any real emotion.

"Well, we don't have to be told twice," Dean replied in his posh voice again.

"Apparently, you do," Mr. Blake emphasized and threw Dean a stern look.

"Okay. It's all right. We don't want any trouble. We'll go," Sam threw in, trying to calm the situation.

Dean cocked his eyebrows at the man before he wrapped his arm around Hayley's waist again. She groaned in annoyance as he gestured her out. Sam glanced back at Sarah as he followed the two outside, and she looked at him apologetically.

"Grant Wood, Grandma Moses?" Dean asked his little brother with a raised eyebrow as he unlocked the door to their motel room.

"Art history course. It's good for meeting girls," Sam responded, and Hayley giggled.

"It's like I don't even know you," Dean stated and shot his little brother a surprised look, shaking his head.

Hayley and Dean stopped for a moment and looked around the room, baffled. The decoration looked like it came straight from a 70s disco as a lot of silver and mirrors lined the walls, matching the mid-century modern white furniture.

"I hate to say it, but I'm pretty sure someone already shot porn in here," Hayley pointed out. She felt blinded by all the shimmering silver surfaces.

"You guys were probably too drunk to notice yesterday," Sam chuckled.

Hayley and Dean shared a look before nodding, "Yeah."

Dean threw himself on one of the beds before he turned to Sam. "What was…providence?"

"Prov-e-nance," Sam corrected him. "It's a certificate of origin, like a biography."

"We can use them to check the history of the pieces. See if any of them have a freaky past," Hayley chimed in as she walked into the bathroom, unpacking some of her stuff.

"Huh. Well, we're not getting anything out of chuckles, but Sarah," Dean said and snapped his fingers at Sam with a smirk.

"Yeah, maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin," Sam replied with a snigger.

"Not me," Dean responded, laughing.

"No, no, no. Pick-ups are your thing, Dean," Sam said defiantly.

"It wasn't his butt she was checking out," Hayley yelled from the bathroom.

"You hear that, Sammy?" Dean said, and the brothers exchanged a look.

"In other words, you want me to use her to get information," Sam frowned.

"Sometimes you gotta take one for the team," Dean replied simply, grinning all the way.

"Call her," Hayley agreed.

Sam had reluctantly called Sarah, and they met up in a high-class restaurant. Meanwhile, Hayley had decided to finally take a long shower after Sam had them woken up so uncomfortably in the morning and dragged them into the car without much discussion. In contrast, Dean had decided to grab some food for them, and she enjoyed being alone for once and make good use of her bathroom time. Sometimes living with the Winchesters in tight quarters felt like her mixed college dorm all over again.

When Dean came back, the water was still running, so he plopped down on the bed again, eating his burger with relish while he went through more of Sam's research. Maybe Hayley had been right all along, and pushing Sam into some bar one-night-stand was the wrong move. His little brother had been much easier to convince when it came to taking out Sarah.

He heard the water stopped running and glanced up from his books as Hayley walked out of the bathroom, only a towel wrapped around her. She looked at him like a deer in headlights, clearly not expecting him back so soon. The corners of his mouth rose to form a big smirk before an idea popped into his head.

"Hey, I thought since Sam was on a date, you and I could have some fun," Dean stated, trying to be mysterious and ambiguous on purpose. And it seemed to work – Hayley narrowed her baby-blue eyes warily at him.

"And what exactly would that be?" she asked carefully, and he chuckled.

"Get dressed. I'll tell you on the way," Dean replied, still not giving her a full answer.

She tilted her head at him suspiciously but complied either way and grabbed her oversized S.T.A.R. Labs sweatshirt and some black leggings from her weekend bag while Dean was already waiting in the Impala for her.

He drove them out of town until they reached the woods. He took a dirt road leading them deeper inside the forest. As Hayley watched the sea of oaks, maples, and beeches pass her by, she sincerely hoped Dean hadn't decided to kill her. In the short amount of time she had spent with the brothers, she had actually gotten quite used to her part-time life on the road. She even loved the smell of the leather in her nose when she fell asleep on the backseat of Dean's car and the soft classic rock that woke her back up from her slumber. Although she loved being alone in her apartment, sometimes it was nice having people around – especially people that understood.

Dean parked the car near a little abandoned hunter's cabin, surrounded by tall trees reaching to the clouds. He got a case of six-packs out of the trunk he had bought earlier, opened two of them, and handed one to Hayley before he grabbed a brown paper bag with empty beer bottles, which he had collected over the last week.

It was the first day of May, and the warm spring temperatures slowly changed to a familiar summer heat. Dean strolled over to a little fence post and placed several empty bottles on top of it before he joined Hayley again, who leaned casually against his Baby's trunk, sipping on her beer. He pulled his gun from behind his jeans and held it out to her. She looked up at him, confused.

"That's your idea of fun? Shooting bullets and drinking beer?" She cocked one of her eyebrows before she glanced hesitantly down at the gun in his hand. "What are we, rednecks?"

Dean smiled at her but was still patiently holding out the firearm to her, not answering.

"Dean, I was raised by a cop, and I'm a certified RSO at CCPD. I know how to shoot a gun," Hayley stated.

"You're a range master?" Dean furrowed his brow in disbelief. He knew Hayley was talented in many areas (mostly real geeky stuff) and smart as hell, but he hadn't taken her for quite the gun fanatic.

"Uh, yes. And it's not like I wanted to do it. The old one retired, and Captain Singh needed someone who he could trust and would respect the rules, keep in accordance with all the safety guidelines...I believe his exact words were 'Let the nerd do it,'" Hayley imitated the Captain's bossy tone with a laugh.

"That makes a lot more sense," Dean chuckled. "So you know how to shoot?" She nodded confidently. "Great, then prove it," he challenged her with a grin and placed his gun in her hand.

She threw him an annoyed look but handed him her beer bottle before she removed the safety, took aim, and shot three times in a matter of seconds, shattering each bottle completely.

Dean whistled lowly, nodding impressed. "Not bad," he admitted.

"Not bad?" She glanced up at him with a cocky grin, putting the safety back on and handing the weapon back to him. "I have an accuracy range of 0.2 mm. You want me to calculate that for you?"

He grimaced at her. "No, thanks. But kinda surprised a mathlete is such a good shot," he huffed.

She giggled. "Are you kidding me? Dean, I can calculate wind flags, airflow, acceleration speed, distance..." He stared, perplexed. "But I do have to say, I wasn't always this good. Having superpowers definitely made a difference."

"What do you mean? You weren't using them now."

"Uhm, I'm kinda always using them...at least in some way, shape, or form. I don't know how to explain it. I can't really control it," she stated with a shrug.

"Try," he smiled. While he wouldn't want to switch with Hayley and have any abilities ever himself, he was quite curious how her powers worked. First of all, he needed to know how they worked, so he could use it to train her properly. And secondly, he liked the way she talked about her ability – like a gift. Unlike Sam, whose powers were a curse so far, not to mention utterly useless on a daily basis.

"Well, when something's moving, especially if it's fast, my eyes kinda adjust to it. Time slows, even completely stands still sometimes, frozen. And there's this calm that washes over you. It just feels peaceful and...quiet," she smiled as her ocean eyes twinkled up at him.

"Sounds nice," he agreed softly, matching her facial expression. He could use a little peace and quiet sometimes too. "But also feels kinda lonely, right?"

She chuckled. "Well, I do spend a lot of time with you and Sam, or my family, S.T.A.R. Labs, work, friends," she listed off elements of her busy everyday life. "Sometimes quiet is good."

"Right," he nodded understandingly, knowing she had a lot on her plate. Her life had completely turned upside down when she was struck by that lightning bolt and thrown into this weird new reality. Hayley had always had something in her life, whereas he had just his father and brother. And when both of them left him, he had been completely alone, and no one cared if he lived or died. Hell, they wouldn't even have noticed until it would have been too late and he was dead in a ditch somewhere, half-eaten by a monster before Sam and his father would've gotten there. Dean never wanted to be alone, much less with his own dark thoughts. Which is why he got Sam from Stanford in the first place.

"You okay?" She tilted her head sideways, and a comforting smile appeared on her face.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He cleared his throat and took a big gulp of his beer, hoping she wouldn't notice his uncomfortableness. "So, uh, if you're such a good shot, how come you're acting all skittish out on the field?"

She bit her lip, staring down silently at green spring grass underneath her sneakers. "Well, some might argue there's still a difference between shooting an inanimate object and a living, breathing person."

"Some might agree with you," he noted, a smile appearing on his lips as he took another sip from his bottle.

"I know you don't," she sighed, glancing up at him as they leaned against the Impala, enjoying the last sun rays of the day.

"It's not that I don't. The point is, those things we hunt...they aren't people," he argued but did so in a gentle tone. If he had learned one thing about Hayley the past few weeks – that girl had a heart of gold, who couldn't even kill a spider.

"But they used to be, right? I mean, most of the lore says they are turned, so it's like a disease. And if it's a disease, there must be a cure. There's always a cure," Hayley countered in the logical manner she always did.

"Well, lore's crap. No one knows where they came from, and no one's ever found a cure. So the only way to get rid of them and protect people is to kill them."

"Look, it's not like I don't see all of that. I have no problem sending spirits to the underworld or shooting a criminal in the knee so he can't escape. But decapitating a vampire, stabbing someone in the heart, God knows what else...? It's a lot to take in," she admitted, folding her arms across her chest. She didn't want to seem weak in front of him. While they had been sort of friendly recently, Dean had given her a hard time in the beginning, and she didn't want to get kicked out again.

He was silent for a minute, thinking about his own dark memories again from past hunts. He knew it was never fun to see, especially for a civilian. He almost felt guilty he had grown so accustomed to killing monsters, he couldn't relate to normal people anymore. And Hayley had just proven once more to him that she might be even more human than him and Sam combined. Her humanity and innocence in all of this might be annoying to him most of the time, but deep inside, he knew it was also the thing that had made life a little more bearable the past few weeks. He wouldn't want to take that away from her.

"It's okay," Dean stated as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. Through the lingering darkness, he could still see the surprised look on her face, and it made him chuckle.

"Really?" Hayley wrinkled her brow suspiciously.

"Really," he affirmed. "Honestly, when we started this, I figured it was more of a, uh, muscle-brain type of deal anyway."

She giggled, "I like that arrangement, Winchester."

"I mean, you're helluva good at crime scenes," he complimented her but cleared his throat quickly. "And I don't mind killing things." In fact, he had never given it much thought, even before.

"Oh, I know." She threw him a sideways glance with a chuckle. "You tried to kill me, remember?"

"Yeah, well, for what it's worth...would've been a mistake," he replied and bit his lip, taking another sip of beer a little flustered as she observed him curiously.

Sometimes their interactions confused him as the lines between bickering, bantering, bonding and straight-up flirting blurred more and more. He blamed both Hayley and Sam equally for it. Hayley, because she had allowed him to flirt with her the night they met and opened that door in the first place. And Sam, because he had basically threatened Dean not to hit on their new friend, which was idiotic as that only made it more appealing. Had his brother never heard about forbidden fruits?

And maybe it was just awkward for him because he had never hung out with a woman this much without trying to sleep with her. Hayley certainly didn't seem to feel uncomfortable at the slightest, and she was more of an expert than him when it came to collecting friends. So he mostly swallowed those tiny thoughts of naughtiness that crossed his mind every once in a while and moved on.

"So, what do you think? Wanna try bow hunting next?" Dean grinned at her.

"Uh-huh. Not gonna happen," she shook her head, laughing, and he joined in.

When Dean and Hayley made it back to the motel room, it was already past midnight. They'd figured Sam might stay out later and had occupied themselves with some poker and beers while Dean had turned on the radio of the Impala, playing soft music as they had some fun and chatted. Dean was surprised to find out she was even an excellent poker player but didn't know she could actually count cards. She planned on never telling him that, though, fearing a trip to Vegas. Dean couldn't be trusted with this sort of valuable knowledge. Besides, he had made fun one too many times of her math skills – and no one messes with her math.

They were more than baffled to find Sam already at home, studying more research at the dining table.

"Hey, where have you guys been?" He glanced up from his research at them suspiciously. He guessed they might have sought out the bar again, but frankly, he didn't fully trust his older brother alone with Hayley.

"Training. Went to the woods to shoot some bottles," Dean replied, partially truthful. He left out the other stuff on purpose, reckoning another one of Sam's lectures.

"How was your date with Sarah?" Hayley asked and smiled at the youngest Winchester.

"Uh, good. She gave me the provenances," Sam replied, and Hayley sighed, throwing him a look.

"So she just handed the providences over to you?" Dean questioned, furrowing his brow at his little brother.

"Provenances," Sam corrected him.

"Pro-ve-nan-ces?" Dean spelled out with a raised brow, and Hayley giggled.

"Yes. We went back to her place. I got a copy of the papers," Sam said casually without looking up. His date with Sarah went well even after some initial awkwardness. But all he could think about was Jessica and how he could never go back to that life again.

"Oh, so you did go to her place. And?" Hayley grinned, leaning forward curiously as she sat cross-legged on the bed.

Sam threw her a glare. Not her too, he thought.

"And nothing. That's it. I left," Sam replied swiftly.

"You didn't have to con her or do any…special favors or anything like that?" Dean wiggled his brows with a cheeky grin as he plopped down on his bed next to Hayley.

"Guys, would you get your mind out of the gutter, please?" Sam said to them, annoyed, but the oldest Winchester just laughed at him.

"You know when this whole thing's done, we could stick around for a little bit," he suggested.

"Why?" Sam cocked an eyebrow.

"So you could take her out again," Hayley gave him a leg up. She didn't know whether Sam was purposely playing dumb or if he really was that oblivious.

"It's obvious you're into her. Even I could see that," Dean pointed out.

But Sam ignored them and stared at the papers in front of him. "Hey, I think I've got something here," he said, handing Hayley a bunch of papers.

"Portrait of Isaiah Merchant's family painted 1910," she read. It looked awfully similar to that painting of the family in the auction house.

"Now compare the names of the owners with Dad's journal," Sam said, and Dean grabbed the journal to look at his father's notes.

"First purchased in 1912, Peter Simms. Peter Simms murdered 1912. Same thing in 1945. Oh, same thing in 1970," Dean confirmed Sam's hypothesis.

"Then stored, until it was donated to a charity auction last month, where the Telescas bought it," the youngest Winchester finished. "So what do you think? It's haunted or cursed?"

"Either way, it's toast," Dean concluded simply.

Breaking and entering was a felony and a part of the job, Hayley probably felt the most uncomfortable with. Aside from the killing and the constant identity theft and lying. But what other choice was there when lives were at stake?

Dean parked Baby close to the auction house but far enough out of sight. The three walked the remaining distance, avoiding any unwanted attention. They managed to cross the big metal gate gracefully; Sam jumped down first, followed by Dean, who helped Hayley along like the gentleman he was. But the building itself was guarded by a heavy security system, only accessible through an entrance code.

However, Hayley cleverly figured out the security code didn't have a trial limit, so she tried all the different combinations until one worked. With a disarmed security system, the three were unhindered to roam the auction house and found the creepy painting quite fast, even without superpowers. Dean cut the image out of its frame, rolled it up before the three snuck back out of the auction house, and burned it in a field nearby.

After their successful hunt, they decided to sleep in for once before the brothers would hit the road again, and Hayley was long overdue for another work shift. In the morning, she quickly got the boys their favorite breakfast – something healthy for Sam and the opposite for Dean. But the oldest Winchester suddenly rushed out in a hurry.

"We got a problem – I can't find my wallet," Dean announced, searching the entire motel room in a panic.

"How is that my problem?" Sam asked, still calmly packing his bag.

"'Cause I think I dropped it in the warehouse last night," Dean said, and Hayley narrowed her eyes at him skeptically, smelling another Winchester prank. Was she supposed to buy into his whole 'panicked' thing? She would have noticed if someone had left any evidence behind at that warehouse last night. It was her job to notice these things.

"You're kidding, right?" Sam asked and looked at his brother wide-eyed.

"No," Dean confirmed with a shake of his head. "It's got my prints, my ID, well, my fake ID anyway. We gotta get it before someone else finds it. Come on," he said as he grabbed the car keys.

As suspected, Dean had only feigned his panic attack and had his wallet all along. Coincidentally, the three ran into Sarah in the auction house again, giving Sam another chance to talk to her. Hayley couldn't help but smile at Dean's ridiculously elaborate plan to get his little brother laid. After his Oscar-worthy performance and the subsequent reveal of his wallet, Dean invented a silly excuse and snuck out with Hayley, leaving Sam to his own devices with Sarah.

Sam hated his older brother at that moment. He actually liked Sarah and didn't like lying to her. But what was he supposed to say? He wasn't an art dealer but a hunter, and they had absolutely no future together?

A few minutes later, Sam stormed out of the building and joined Hayley and Dean in the parking lot. However, something else besides Sarah had caught Sam's brown eyes inside – the creepy painting was back and seemed unharmed, considering they had ripped and burned it hours before.

"I don't understand, Dean, we burned the damn thing," Sam stated, perplexed as Dean drove them back to the motel.

"Yeah, thank you, Captain Obvious," Dean grunted. "All right, we just need to figure out another way to get rid of it. Any ideas?" He glanced at Hayley in the backseat, who only rolled her shoulders with a shake of her head.

"Okay, all right. Well, uhm, in almost all the lore about haunted paintings, it's always the painting's subject that haunts 'em," Sam mused.

"Yeah. So we just need to figure out everything there is to know about that creepy-ass family and that creepy-ass painting," Dean agreed, nodding.

The only thing in this town they could find that came close to a library was a second-hand bookstore with an easily-excitable proprietor. He was nice enough to hand the three all the books and old newspapers he could find on the Merchant family. Isaiah Merchant had slaughtered his entire family in 1912 over an alleged marital dispute before he committed suicide. He had not only slit his own throat, but those of his two sons, adopted daughter, and wife. At least, it explained the spirit's method of murder. Although the bodies had been cremated, the three were happy with their findings for now, and Hayley got a copy of the family portrait from one of the history books before they left again.

Sam was sprawled out on the bed in their motel room while Dean and Hayley were crouched over the little dining table. The boys were listening intently to her theory as she placed both pictures of the painting in front of her.

"I'm telling you guys, I'm sure of it. In the painting at the auction house, Sweeney Todd is looking down. Painting here, demonic barber's looking out. The painting has changed," Hayley stated and pointed her index finger at the father in her copy from the bookstore.

"All right, so you think that daddy dearest is trapped in the painting and is handing out Columbian neckties like he did with his family?" Dean questioned.

"Well yeah, it seems like it," Hayley replied with a shrug. She had no clue about ghosts or lore, but crime scenes and evidence she could do. Cases were just giant puzzles, after all.

"But if his bones are already dusted, then how are we gonna stop him?" Sam asked, and they looked over to him on the bed.

"All right, well, if Isaiah's position changed, then maybe some other things in the painting changed as well. You know it could give us some clues," Dean suggested, and Hayley looked at him, nodding impressed.

"What, like a DaVinci Code deal?" She chuckled. He gave her a dumbfounded stare.

"I don't know. Uh…I'm still waiting for the movie on that one. Anyway, we gotta get back in and see that painting," he replied, and Sam and Hayley laughed. Dean got up from his chair and strolled to his bed, throwing himself onto the mattress, and crossed his arms coolly. "Which is a good thing 'cause you can get some more time to crush on your girlfriend," he chuckled, looking at Sam.

"Dude. Enough already." Sam frowned furiously.

"What?" Dean shrugged innocently.

Hayley banged her head against the table with a frustrated sigh. The brothers shot her a quick look before returning to their oncoming fight.

"What? Ever since we got here, you've been trying to pimp me out to Sarah. Just back off, all right?" Sam scowled at his older brother.

"Well, you like her, don't you?" Dean asked, and Sam just raised his arms and eyes to the ceiling. "All right, you like her, she likes you, you're both consenting adults…," he trailed off with a smirk.

"What's the point, Dean? We'll just leave. We always leave," Sam said, frustrated, the volume of his voice rising.

"Well, I'm not talking about marriage, Sam," Dean replied, laughing. He looked at Hayley as she slammed her head on the table once more and furrowed her brow at him.

Seriously, Dean?

"You know, I don't get it. What do you care if I hook up?" Sam was agitated now.

"'Cause then maybe you wouldn't be so cranky all the time," Hayley mumbled and bit down on her lip.

Sam spun around and stared at her in disbelief while Dean chortled on his bed. "You know, seriously Sam, this isn't about just hooking up, okay? I mean, I, I think that this Sarah girl could be good for you," he argued calmly as he sat up on his bed.

Sam sighed, scratching his head. He knew Dean was right. Even Hayley agreed with his brother, and that was rare.

"And…I don't mean any disrespect, but I'm sure this is about Jessica, right? Now I don't know what it's like to lose somebody like that…but I would think that she would want you to be happy," Dean added softly, watching his little brother closely. Sam said there quietly, taking everything in as tears came to his eyes at the memory of Jess. "God forbid, have fun once in a while. Wouldn't she?"

"Yeah, I know she would," Sam replied, giving him a half-smile before he sighed heavily, "Yeah, you're right. Part of this is about Jessica. But...not the main part."

"What's it about?" Dean asked, but Sam looked away instead, refusing to answer. "Yeah, all right," the oldest Winchester said, knowing he had pushed too far. He laid back down on his bed with folded arms.

"Well, we still gotta see that painting, which means you still gotta call Sarah, soooo," Hayley chimed in, glancing at Sam.

He cleared his throat before picking up his phone, and Dean shook his head with a content smile, closing his eyes.

"Sarah, hey, it's Sam. Hey, hi. Good. Good, yeah. Uhm. What about you?" Sam stammered into the phone.

Dean opened one eye again, watching his little brother with a smirk.

"Yeah, good, good, really good," Sam repeated nervously into the speaker.

"Smooth," Dean whispered teasingly, and Sam glared at him.

To his dismay, Sarah informed Sam the auction house had sold the painting, and the three moved quickly before Isaiah's spirit could claim another victim. Luckily, Sarah had been nice enough to provide Sam with an address. However, they hadn't expected her to show up at the house as well.

"Sam, what's happening?" She asked Sam as she waited in the driveway.

"I told you, you shouldn't have come," he replied as he rushed past her to the front porch, followed by both Dean and Hayley.

"Hello, anyone home?" Dean shouted as he banged against the door.

"You said Evelyn might be in danger. What sort of danger?" Sarah questioned, not leaving their heels.

"I can't knock this fucker down. I gotta pick it," Dean declared and pulled out his picking tools from his jacket pocket while Sam continued to bang against the windows.

Hayley, on the other hand, snuck away and tried to find another way inside. Hunting seemed especially hard when there were people around who didn't know she had superpowers. And she wasn't too fond of the idea of blasting it to just anyone.

"What are you guys, burglars?" Sarah asked in shock as she watched Dean pick open the front door with ease.

"I wish it was that simple. Look, you really should wait in the car. It's for your own good," Sam told her worriedly as Dean opened the door, and the brothers rushed inside.

"The hell I will. Evelyn's a friend," Sarah stated stubbornly and strolled straight inside the house.

"Evelyn?" Sarah shouted as she walked carefully through the foyer.

"Evelyn!" Dean called out as he entered the living room before he noticed Hayley at the center, frozen in place. "How did you get in?" He asked as he approached her.

"Back door was open," she replied without glancing at him.

She stared straight ahead, and he followed her eyes to the fireplace, the painting hanging eerily above it. An older woman sat in a lounging chair in front of it, but her face was turned away from the four.

"Evelyn? It's Sarah Blake. Are you all right?" Sarah asked as she slowly proceeded toward the chair, passing Dean and Hayley.

"Sarah, don't. Sarah!" Sam shouted, trying to grab her wrist as she reached out her arm to touch Evelyn's shoulder.

As the three hunters had already suspected, the woman's head tipped back and exposed her slashed throat, leaving them with Sarah's scream ringing in their ears.

Sarah had called the police after her initial shock had passed while Sam, Dean, and Hayley fled back to the motel before the cops arrived. However, as the sun rose, Sarah stormed into their room, pretty upset. The poor girl still had no idea who they were or what was going on, and Sam had a rough time explaining the family business of hunting monsters to her. But even she couldn't deny the man in the painting had moved and all the deadly coincidences surrounding it.

However, Sarah was more than adamant about joining them now. "Look, you guys are probably crazy, but if you're right about this? Well, me and my dad sold that painting that might've got these people killed. Look, I'm not saying I'm not scared because I am scared as hell, but…I'm not going to run and hide either," she declared, striding to the door. "So are we going or what?" She glanced back briefly at them before walking out.

"Sam?" Dean said, and Sam looked over to him. "Marry that girl."

Hayley chuckled and nodded in agreement before they followed Sarah outside and drove back to Evelyn's home. It had been sealed off with police tape, but no cops were around anymore. They gracefully ducked underneath it and headed back inside, comparing the original painting to the copy again.

"Guys, look, the razor – it's closed in this one, but it's open in that one," Hayley stated as she held up the copy in front of her.

"What are you guys looking for?" Sarah asked curiously, looking over Hayley's shoulder at the copied version.

"Well, if the spirit's changing aspects of the painting, then it's doing so for a reason," Dean replied.

"Hey, hey, look at this. The painting in the painting," Sam noted and pointed to the painting in the background behind the family. The original showed a normal countryside, whereas the painting in front of them offered something different.

"Looks like a crypt, or a mausoleum or something," Dean mused and walked a few careful steps closer to it.

Hayley came up behind him and took out a small black and transparent device from her bag. She held the portable magnifier over the little painting in the painting. "Merchant," she read from the inscription on the crypt and glanced back at the boys.

New Paltz was a comparatively small town, but it still somehow had four cemeteries, so they decided it was best to split, and while Sam and Dean entertained Sarah on one graveyard, Hayley neatly checked out all the other three.

"So, this is what you guys do for a living?" Sarah raised one of her brows as she strolled alongside Sam.

"Not exactly. We don't get paid," Sam joked.

"Well, Mazel tov," Sarah mumbled.

"Guys!" Hayley came running up to them – at average human speed. "I checked out the other three cemeteries. No crypt," she announced.

"Wow, you checked out all three in half an hour?" Sarah asked, and Dean rolled his eyes at Hayley.

"Yeah, I'm kinda fast like that," Hayley chuckled, earning her a glare from Dean.

"Couldn't have stopped for ice cream, huh Speedy?" He whispered to her, raising an eyebrow before his forest green eyes caught something in the distance. "Over there." He tapped Hayley on her arm to get her attention and walked ahead to the little mausoleum.

The others followed Dean as he broke open the lock of the door. The crypt was full of dust and cobwebs, and Dean pushed them aside to make way for the girls. The walls were full of various signs of different names, and the brothers walked over to four urns with glass boxes behind them.

"Okay, that right there – is the creepiest thing I've ever seen," Sarah pointed out as she stood in front of one of the glass containers, looking at a little girl's doll.

"It was a sort of tradition at the time. Whenever a child died, sometimes they'd preserve the kid's favorite toy in a glass case, put it next to the headstone or crypt," Hayley said as she glanced at the doll.

"Notice anything strange here?" Dean asked as a gust of cold wind blew through the door and rustled some leaves around.

"Uh, where do I start?" Sarah stated sarcastically, looking around the creepy mausoleum.

Sam chuckled as he watched her. He admired her bravery – a couple of hours ago, she hadn't even known all this existed, and now she was here with them, hunting a ghost.

"No, that's not what I mean. Look at the urns," Dean hinted.

"Oh, yeah! There are only four," Hayley finally realized.

"Yeah, mom and the three kids. Daddy dearest isn't here," Dean said, looking back at Sam.

"So where is he?" Sam asked, frustrated with this hunt already.

The four drove to the county office buildings next. Dean and Hayley went inside, leaving Sam and Sarah behind to give them some alone time, and the two sat down on a small concrete wall outside the building.

"So what exactly are they doing in there?" Sarah asked Sam after they had been sitting and waiting there quietly.

"Searching county death certificates, trying to find out what happened to Isaiah's body," Sam explained.

"How'd they even get in the door?" Sarah asked.

"Lying and subterfuge mostly. Although Hayley works for the police, so she might have more luck legally," Sam said with a chuckle. "You have a, uh, you have an eyelash on your right…no, uh, you know what," Sam stammered as he watched Sarah reach for the loose eyelash, searching her face with her fingertips and, he laughed. "Do you mind if I get it?"

"No," she smiled at him, her cheeks blushing a rosy-red as he reached out his hand and gently grabbed the eyelash between his fingers.

"Okay, I got it. Make a wish," he said with a smile, and she laughed before she softly blew it away.

"Sam, can I ask you something?"

When she glanced up at him, he thought she was beautiful as her dark brown hair shimmered in the golden afternoon sun, and her green eyes stared mesmerizingly at him.

"Yeah, sure," he replied but already regretted the answer.

"I don't mean to be forward, but a girl could wait here forever. Is there something here between us? Or am I delusional?" She bit her lower lip with a small smile.

"You're not delusional," Sam said but fell quiet again.

"But there's a but coming," Sarah stated, disappointedly looking away.

"But…I don't think this would be a good idea," he sighed.

"Can I ask why?" She wouldn't be told off that easy.

"'Cause I like you," Sam replied with a shrug.

She laughed, shaking her head confused. "Wait. You lost me."

They both started to laugh before Sam became serious again. "Look, it's hard to explain. Uh, it's just when people are around me – I don't know, they get hurt," he said, staring down at his hands in his lap before he dared to look at her again.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like physically hurt. With what me and my brother do, it's…," he trailed off, taking a deep breath. "Sarah, I had a girlfriend. And she died. And my mom died too. I don't know, it's like, it's like I'm cursed or something. Like death just follows me around. Look, I'm not scared of much, but if I let myself have feelings for anybody…"

"You're scared they'd get hurt too," she finished for him. "That's very sweet. And very archaic."

He looked back up at her, surprised. "Sorry?"

"Look, I'm a big girl Sam, it's not your job to make decisions for me. There's always a chance of getting hurt," she told him.

"I'm not talking about a broken heart and a tub of Häagen Dazs. I'm talking about life and death," Sam argued. He didn't really expect her to be this stubborn.

"And tomorrow, I could get hit by a bus. That's what life is. Look, I know losing somebody you love – it's terrible. You shut yourself off. Believe me, I know. But when you shut out pain, you shut out everything else too," Sarah stated as her crystal green eyes pierced through him.

"Sarah, you don't understand. The pain that I went through…I can't go through it again. I can't," he said, shaking his head before their conversation abruptly ended when Hayley and Dean strolled out of the building again.

"Am I interrupting something?" Dean asked, and Hayley sighed. She had tried to keep him in longer when she saw the looks on Sarah and Sam's faces.

"No," Sam replied, a little annoyed.

"Not at all," Sarah said with an uncomfortable smile.

"Huh. Apparently," Dean commented, looking between the two of them.

"Told you," Hayley mumbled, and Dean rolled his shoulders back.

"So, what'd you get?" Sam asked, interrupting their not-so-silent conversation.

"Nothing. The surviving relatives of the Merchant family were so ashamed of Isaiah that they didn't want him interred with the rest of the family," Hayley replied.

"So, they handed him over to the county; the county gave him a pauper's funeral. Economy style. Turns out he wasn't cremated – he was buried in a pine box," Dean added.

"So there are bones to burn," Sam noted, glancing at them as they both smiled widely and nodded heavily.

"There are bones to burn," Dean confirmed.

"Tell me you know where," Sam said, and Dean shot him a grin.

The four waited past midnight before they returned to the cemetery. Sam and Dean were already knee-deep in a grave, shoveling dirt, while Hayley sat on the edge with a beer as Sarah stood behind her and shone a flashlight down at the boys. Sam crawled out of the grave with a gasp and positioned himself next to Sarah.

"You guys seem to be uncomfortably comfortable with this," Sarah stated with a glance down at Dean, who was sweating and dirty as he leaned on his shovel for support, heavily breathing.

Hayley held out a bottle of beer to him with a smile, and he took a sip thankfully before he continued digging.

"Well, uh, this isn't exactly the first grave we've dug. Still think I'm a catch?" Sam chuckled, and Sarah joined in.

"You know this would be a lot faster if you would do some digging," Dean complained, giving a sideways look to Hayley.

"You want me to get dirty, Winchester?" She raised an eyebrow playfully, biting down on her tongue with a grin before she hopped down into the grave. She switched her beer bottle for his shovel and took a quick look back up at Sarah.

Dean followed her gaze and winked at Hayley knowingly. He jumped up to join Sarah and Sam before he turned Sarah away from the grave. "Hey, Sarah, have you ever seen a moon this beautiful? I mean, Sammy here knows lots of romantic crap about it, don't you?" Dean successfully distracted the civilian, and Hayley shook her head with a giggle before she used her speed to dig.

"Think I've got something," she declared as she tapped her shovel against something hard.

Dean jumped back into the grave, taking the shovel back, and cracked open the pine coffin lid before the two looked down at a dusty old skeleton. Sam poured salt over the body while Hayley doused it in kerosene before Dean stroke a match – teamwork at its finest.

The last thing they needed to do was checking if their trick had worked this time, and the Impala pulled up in front of Evelyn's house again. Sam jumped out of the car first, closely followed by Sarah, who had shared the backseat with him as Dean had forced Hayley to give up her usual spot to give the two lovebirds some space.

"Keep the motor running," Sam told Dean as the youngest Winchester ran for the door.

"I thought the painting was harmless now?" Sarah asked as she trailed behind him.

"Better safe than sorry. We're gonna bury the sucker," Sam declared.

"I'm going with you," she stated stubbornly.

"You sure?" He looked at her, but by now, he knew he couldn't keep this girl from anything even if he wanted to.

She nodded decisively at him.

"Hey! Hey, hey," Dean called after Sam through the opened car window. "We'll stay here. You go make your move," he yelled in a whisper tone at his little brother.

Sam scoffed at him before turning back to Sarah, but Dean didn't give up that easy, adding, "Sam. I'm serious!"

Dean then proceeded to turn on the radio with a cheesy indie love song just as the couple reached the porch. They spun around to look at Dean in the car. Sam grimaced, and Dean turned the music off again with a sigh, shrugging his shoulders innocently before Sam and Sarah went inside.

"Stop pushing so hard, zookeeper. They're not pandas. You can't make them mate," Hayley chuckled.

"Yeah, I know. I don't get why that kid can't just let loose sometimes," Dean sighed.

"Sam's different. I mean, as soon as he went off to college, he ended up in a long-term relationship," she pointed out. Sam had told her a lot about Jessica, more than he had probably told Dean. She knew Jess was an English major and wanted to be a teacher. She was kind, smart, and funny. And if anyone could ever get Sam out of his shell, it was her. She even knew Sam had planned to propose to her because he was sure she was the one.

"I wouldn't know," Dean admitted. He wasn't embarrassed by the fact that his longest relationship lasted only three weeks and everything else was just a string of one-night-stands and brief weekend affairs.

"Well, I don't think you've really ever tried, Dean," she commented with a smile.

"Maybe. But what's the point? People just leave eventually," he shrugged, and she threw him a look.

"So? Maybe they do, maybe they don't. Point is, you don't know until you try," Hayley stated.

He glanced at her. "What about you?"

"What about me?" She cocked at an eyebrow.

"Whatever happened to surfer boy? You're gonna try with him?" Dean chuckled.

"Ha, no! Turns out he's a full-on flat-earther," she laughed. "So it ended at third base for him."

"You still let the guy go until third?"

She shrugged, speechless. "He was good at human anatomy. I don't know what to tell you, man," she giggled, trying to defend her actions, and he laughed. "And it's not like one of your ladies is gonna win the Nobel anytime soon."

"Hey, they don't have to," Dean grinned cheekily. "And I dated smart women before. I'm sure you've been around for Cassie," he countered.

"Oh yeah, I liked her. She had sass and spunk and was smart. I honestly don't know what you're doing with your life. She was great," Hayley added.

"Yeah, she was," Dean chuckled, agreeing. "But you've mentioned an ex-boyfriend before. Bartender, right?"

"Yeah, Mike," she nodded. "We dated in college for almost two years."

"Why did you guys break up?" Dean could feel himself doing it again – being too curious for his own good.

"Nothing major, really. I only ever went to college to get my degrees and see if I can find out more about my mom's murder. So when I was done, I moved back to Central City, and his family lived in Boston, so..."

"So you just broke up with him? Poor guy," Dean sighed sympathetically. "But what's he doing bartending in Central City then?"

"Well, six months later, he moved there. And I guess we would've gotten back together...," she trailed off.

"But?"

"I got struck by lightning, was in a coma for nine months, and got superpowers," Hayley stated nonchalantly, and he nodded understandingly.

"Right. But he still stayed? Even when you were basically hopelessly dying?"

"Yes."

"For you?"

"Probably? What's your point, Winchester?" She narrowed her ocean eyes at him suspiciously.

"Huh. Look at you, Speedy. Leaving a trail of broken hearts behind you," Dean noted with a smirk. "Makes sense too. I mean, your dad's in prison. Most girls would end up on the pole."

She slapped his arm playfully when he laughed while her jaw dropped to the floor. "Dean!"

Their bantering stopped suddenly when the front door of Evelyn's house slammed shut with one loud bang. Hayley raced out of the Impala before Dean could even glance back at her. He jumped out of the car and caught up with Hayley by the closed door. She was trying hard to get it open again before he pushed her out of the way and tried to break it open himself, but also turned up unlucky.

"Dean! Hayley! Is that you?" They heard Sam shout on the other side of the door.

"Sammy, you all right?" Dean asked, concerned before he received a phone call from the youngest Winchester. "Tell me you slammed the front door," he answered his phone while he put Sam on speaker.

"Nope, it wasn't me. I think it was the little girl," Sam stated.

"Girl? What girl?" Dean questioned with a furrowed brow as Hayley suddenly sighed next to him.

"Ooooh, that's why Isaiah was looking down at her earlier!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands high up in the air before she grabbed her head as if mindblown.

"Yeah, she's out of the painting. I think it might've been her all along," Sam agreed.

"Maybe he was trying to warn us," Dean joined in on their theory.

"Hey, hey, hey, let's recap later, all right? Just get us out of here," Sam urged them.

"Well, I'm trying to pick the lock. The door won't budge," Dean said, frustrated as he fumbled with the picks in his hands.

"Well, knock it down," Sam ordered him.

"Okay, genius, let me just grab my battering ram," Dean scoffed.

"Get out of the way," Hayley said and pushed Dean gently to the side. Then she disappeared, and soon, a bolt of lightning struck the door.

Dean watched as she was thrown backward several feet and landed on her back on the hard concrete. But the door was still closed as he ran over to her and helped her to her feet.

"I think I broke something," she muttered, grimacing in pain.

He raised his brows at her, mumbling, "Yeah, you bet you broke something, just not the door, Speedy."

"Dean, the damn thing is coming," Sam yelled through the phone.

"Well, you're just gonna have to hold it off until we figure something out. Get some salt or iron," he ordered his little brother.

Dean and Hayley listened intently to the noises coming from the speakers and the house inside itself. "Sammy, you okay?" Dean checked in after he heard a louder crash.

"Yeah, for now," Sam replied, and his older brother sighed, relieved he was still alive.

"How we gonna waste her?" Dean wrinkled his forehead in frustration.

"I don't know. She was already cremated. There's nothing left to burn," Sam pointed out.

"Then how's she still around?"

"There must be something else," Sam mused.

"Sam, wait. We used to handle antique dolls at the auction," they heard Sarah chime in. "Back then, they used to make the dolls in the kids' image. I mean everything; they would use the kid's real hair," she explained.

"Guys, Sarah said the doll might have the kid's real hair. Human remains, same as bones," Sam repeated to them.

Hayley and Dean shared a wide-eyed look before they both exclaimed the same thought, "The mausoleum!"

Dean let the Impala come to a screeching halt directly in front of the Merchant crypt, breaking for sure several laws. However, he didn't care that he had just raced across a graveyard and drove straight through closed gates.

Hayley head-started into the mausoleum, banging frantically against the glass box before she paced the little crypt, trying to think of something to open it with when Dean came running in. She quickly grabbed his gun from behind his back without thinking twice and shot right through the glass of the container, shattering it around them. She snatched the doll and threw it to Dean, who caught it expectantly.

Dean quickly pulled a lighter from his jacket pocket and flicked it open as he held the flame under the doll's hair. It slowly started to burn before he dropped the ignited doll to the ground.

"Nice shot, by the way." He glanced at Hayley with a grin.

"Thank you," she replied happily as she returned the weapon to its rightful owner.

Sam and Sarah had survived the little girl's attack, even though it was a pretty close call briefly. Luckily, Dean and Hayley had managed to save the two just in time. But now Sam felt even more bonded to Sarah, and their case was over – he would leave again with no promise of return.

Dean, Hayley, and Sam got a few decent hours of sleep before they returned to the auction house to say their goodbyes to Sarah. On the ride there, Sam's companions had reiterated profusely how he had to make his move, but he decided to ignore them.

They found Sarah in the middle of the room, observing two men as they packed up the freaky Merchant family portrait and carried it outside.

"Uh, this was archived in the county records," Hayley stated as she handed Sarah some papers.

"The Merchant's adopted daughter, Melanie. Know why she was up for adoption? 'Cause her real family was murdered in their beds," Dean added.

"She killed them?" Sarah raised one of her brows in disbelief.

"Yeah. Who'd suspect her? Sweet little girl," Dean chuckled bitterly. "So, then she kills Isaiah and his family. The old man takes the blame. His spirit's been trying to warn people ever since."

"So why'd the girl do it?" Sarah asked.

"Killing others? Killing herself? Some people are just born tortured. So when they die, their spirits are just as dark," Sam explained.

"Maybe. I don't really care. It's over; we move on," Dean said with a shrug, and Hayley giggled. Sometimes life really was that simple.

"Uh, I guess this means you're leaving," Sarah mused with a sad look at Sam.

Sam turned around and witnessed a widely grinning Dean and Hayley, waiting expectantly for him to make a move as they wiggled their eyebrows.

"We'll go wait in the car," Hayley said and kicked Dean lightly. "See you, Sarah."

She hooked her arm through Dean's, trying to guide him to the door. But the older Winchester didn't budge an inch, waiting there awkwardly for a second before he finally conceded and followed Hayley's lead.

"I'm the one that burned the doll and destroyed the spirit, but don't thank me or anything," he grumbled, and Hayley chuckled and patted his arm sympathetically.

"Yes, you're the hero, Dean," she asserted him, and he smiled, satisfied at least one person recognized his heroism.

The two waited patiently outside for Sam, leaning against the hood of the Impala as they enjoyed some sun. When Sam finally emerged from the auction house, they watched the couple curiously. However, Sarah closed the door without giving the youngest Winchester a goodbye kiss, and Dean turned around disappointed.

But he suddenly felt Hayley's hand on his bicep, pulling him back around before he had reached the metal door handle and glanced back up to the entrance of the building. It opened again, revealing a smiling Sarah, and Sam took a step closer to her and ultimately went in for the kiss.

"That's my boy," Dean grinned proudly, and Hayley shook her head at him with a laugh before her phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket.

"Joe?" She answered it, and Dean's green eyes darted to her, burning with curiosity. "Yeah, I'll be right there," she said as she hung up again.

"Something's up?" Dean asked while Sam approached the two with the broadest smile they had seen on him in a long time.

"Yeah, Joe thinks there's likely a meta-human on the loose. He wants me to check it out," she replied.

"Okay, let's go," Dean announced as he opened the driver's door.

"Dean, I'm way faster on foot than by car," she stated patiently with a small smile.

He sighed but knew she was right. "Fine, but we'll meet you there." He gave her a stern look that told her there was no way from keeping the brothers out of this, and she nodded.

"Okay, I'll meet you guys at S.T.A.R. Labs in a few hours," she said but didn't even wait for their response before she vanished.

The boys shared a look before Dean gestured to the Impala. "Let's go."

Part 6

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