#((they should make shirts for everyone in the vein of 'south park': 'oh my god they killed devon again!'))

[theheadlessgroom]

"It went great," Randall smiled warmly, as he removed the last of the boxes and tucked them under the bed, before he moved to turn the sheets down and fluff up her pillow for her, wanting to make sure she was as comfortable as possible.

"I...I think they're well on their way to being open to the idea of you joining the family," he continued, his smile not fading as he said this: Maybe he was putting all of his eggs into one basket, but given the way the Paces spoke with her all throughout the night, getting to know the truth, better understanding her, to say nothing of how they happily shared their most favorite family stories with her, how they fretted over making sure she stayed fed, and was shielded from the sun...it spoke volumes to him about how they felt about her, and how much they came to care for her.

"I...I don't think we'll have anything to worry about," he asserted gently, as he turned back to face Emily, to wrap an arm around her and kiss her again, to better put her mind at ease before she got some rest-maybe they'd talk about the future with his folks tonight before she left, maybe they wouldn't. But whenever they did, he had a good feeling the conversation would go well, and that his parents would welcome her into the family with open arms.

"That's not...hopelessly naive of me to think...is it?"

[cecilspeaks]

120 - All Smiles’ Eve

Kevin: How do I love thee? Let me count your teeth.

Happy All Smiles’ Eve, Desert Bluffs!

[Desert Bluffs theme]

Kevin: Hi listeners! It’s Kevin!

Lauren: And Lauren!

Kevin: We hope you’re all having the smilingest All Smiles’ Eve you could have ever wished for.

Lauren: Desert Bluffs 2, welcome to our holiday show, where we re-tell classic story of All Smiles’ Eve.

Kevin: [excited noise] We’ll also have great last minute gift ideas and cooking tips! But first, let’s have a look around town to see how people are celebrating this most wonderful of holidays.

Lauren: Of course, our old city of Desert Bluffs is no more. It’s been swallowed up by the town of Night Vale, but we found a new home here in the Desert Otherworld!

Kevin: We’re broadcasting now from the scenic lighthouse atop a tall mountain. Looking out over endless, sand-covered nothingness.

Lauren: I like the sand. It’s my favorite part of living here.

Kevin: I like the nothingness.

Lauren: It really clears the mind. But there are moments of something-ness. And there are beautiful displays of lights and crafts. Oh, Frank Donnelly, who lives atop the northwest bluff, has strung up a series of colorful gasoline canisters over his storefront, where he sells tarantula parts. At dusk, he sets each can on fire, and the burning plastic just melts away spilling down on the people below. [chuckles] Alejandra Salazar, who lives in a cave just to the south base of this mountain, has painted lips and teeth around the entrance to her home! [chuckles] And my favorite holiday decoration this year is (Kunit Jindal’s) smile tree.

Kevin: Ohh!

Lauren: Mm hm, she’s built a 20-foot tall cactus out of human teeth! [chuckles] She even used coyote skins turned inside out to look like flowers.

Kevin: [moved] Ah, I love people’s creativity this time of year! It’s so fun to walk around town and see the night lit up with seasonal joy. To smell the burning petroleum products, to hear the screams and feel the warm fire in the cool dry air.

Lauren: You truly do love the holidays.

Kevin: [coos] Lauren, I think it’s time to tell the story of All Smiles’ Eve!

Lauren: Ye-he-hee, let’s go!

Kevin: Once, there was a family, the Goods, who lived in the desert. Two mothers, a father, a daughter, a son, three dogs, the front half of a cat and a very long house. They were a happy family, but no one knew it. People would often say to them, “You’d be so happy if you just smiled,” but the Good family would always say “We are smiling, we are happy!” It’s just that no one could see their smiles. Their faces always remained in a neutral state. Even the Good family couldn’t tell when each other were smiling. Each one thought the other was unhappy, because none of them had a visible smile. Sometimes the mothers would ask their younger child: “Why are you sad, Felicia?” and Felicia would say: “I am not sad, mothers!” And then Felicia would smile, and her mothers would smile, but none of them appeared to be smiling to each other, and they would all remain sad.

Sometimes the father broke things on purpose, like vases or the children’s toys, or the children’s toy vases, or birds. It brought him great joy breaking things, because it reminded him that he was autonomous. But to the outside eye, it looked like an expressionless man smashing random objects. The older child, Jason, had a piece of lumber he carried around with him always. It was a banister from an old stairwell railing, and he loved it! He had named it Jason also, because it reminded him of himself, and he would dress the stick in similar shirts and pants. Felicia asked him: “Why do you dress like that stick, Jason?” “It makes me happy,” Jason said. “See? See how I smile, sister?” “No,” she said.

Their neighbors and friends wanted the Goods to be happy. And they were. But they could not smile. The Goods though they were smiling, but they were not. No one knew how to solve the problem, because no one knew what the problem was.

Lauren: [sadly] Ohh. This part makes me slightly less happy than I always am.

Kevin: [sadly] Oh yes. When people don’t smile, everyone else has to smile even harder.

Lauren: I can’t wait to hear how the story ends. But now, let’s share some of our favorite holiday dishes!

Kevin: Ooohohohooo!

Lauren: [chuckles] Yeah. I know you all out there are busily preparing your All Smiles’ Day meals. Kevin, what is your favorite dish?

Kevin: Ooo! When I was a boy, my father used to make caramel. He would pour a whole bag of sugar into a large pot and put it over the highest heat. Then he would stir and stir, slowly mixing in heavy cream, until the sugar liquefied and toasted. Then, [coos] as the syrup came to a boil, he would call the kids into the kitchen and we would all open our hands, and he would pour the boiling caramel into our cupped palms! Ooh, it burned our hands so badly, but that was no problem, because we just forced the sweet caramel quickly into our mouths, where it also badly burned our tongues and lips. Ooh! It was one of my happiest memories!

[solemnly] Years later, when I was an adult, I found a starling in a shopping center parking lot. Its head had been crushed by a car tire, and its rear leg was still twitching. I watched it for about… 15 minutes, until it stopped moving.

Lauren: Thanks for that recipe, Kevin! Hah! My favorite holiday dish is radish casserole. It’s really easy to make. You just pull the stems off, then using a peeler you remove the red skin. Then, place the radish in a food processor and blend it until it’s a stiff paste. Pour onto a plate and voilà, ha ha!

Kevin: [solemnly] I still don’t know who killed that starling.

Lauren: Let’s continue with our story of All Smiles’ Eve. The Good family began treating themselves more gently, considering that perhaps they maybe were dealing with something more serious than just a lack of happiness. One mother told the other mother that depression and anxiety are more common than we think, and the other mother said: “We should listen to each other more and try to better understand our pain.” “Pain is something we can all understand,” the father said, and he pointed to the half-cat under the shrubs, which they had adopted last month when they found it decomposing on their lawn. They named the half cat Mr. Doodles. [chuckles] “Awww!” The whole family cooed. “Mr. Doodles!” They all smiled, unnoticeably.

Jason and Felicia wanted their friends to know they were happy, so they began practicing smiling in the mirror, but even they couldn’t see a change in their faces. Plus, mirrors were upsetting because of all the people who would gather behind them in the reflection, that weren’t actually there when they turned around to face them.

But one day, the Good family’s life would change. Because they would meet – the Smiling God!

Kevin: Oooooooooooo-o-o-oo..

Lauren: [laughing hysterically] I know (--)..

Kevin: Laureeeeeeen, I love this part! We’ll be back with more of the story in a moment. But let’s talk about some last minute gift ideas.

Lauren: I know a lot of you out there waited until the last possible moment to buy your All Smiles’ Day gifts. But not to worry, because there are plenty of meaningful gifts you can get right now.

Kevin: You could even make something. People enjoy receiving handcrafted gifts from loved ones. For instance, Lauren, I bought some yarn and then…

Lauren: Aha?

Kevin: Hand-knitted you this sweater?

Lauren: Awww, Kevin!!! [chuckles] It’s beautiful, i-i-it’s covered in… are these worms?

Kevin: Sure are! I bought those at the bait shop.

Lauren: Amazing. And Kevin, I bought you some cologne!

Kevin: I don’t wear cologne.

Lauren: That’s when I bought you cologne. I special ordered it from a parfumerie in Frenchia. It’s called (--) [0:11:05]. I can see by your grin that you love it. I’ll spray some on you.

Kevin: [gleefully] Oh, it burns!!

Lauren: Hahaha! It’s acid.

Kevin: Look at all the little bubbles forming on my wrist! Ah, I can see my veins!

Lauren: Listeners, you may not have time to knit a sweater and staple live worms to it, or special order a foreign cologne…

Kevin: Ooohoohoo..

Lauren: But here are a few ideas to help you out in your last minute gift buying. People love animals. Maybe buy them a dog. Or how about a coupon book full of chores you’ll do for them, like “I’ll clean the dishes for one whole month” or “I’ll beginning you for my life” or “I’ll sharpen your teeth while you sleep.”

Kevin: I’m sure those are great gift ideas, Lauren. I wasn’t listening because my arm hurts so much. Ooh, let’s continue with our story of All Smiles’ Eve.

Lauren: OK.

Kevin: One day, the Good family felt hot. They lived in the desert because they loved feeling hot, so this made them very happy. Their feet burned, they couldn’t hold still, they leapt up and down to keep their feet from being completely scorched, and it looked like a dance. They were joyously happy, they smiled and smiled, but to anyone watching, they looked like the saddest dances ever.

They heard a loud pop, as the sand raound their hoem burst skyward and th Smiling God emerged.

“Iii am the Smiling Goood,” the Smiling God said. And the Good family’s ears began to melt away. They clutched at their heads, screaming. They had never felt so happy.

“Whyy are you not haappyy?” The God asked. “Youu shoould bee happyy!” the God demanded. “We are!” the Good family insisted. “See us smiling?” “Noo!” The God said. “But soon I wi-ill!”

And the Smiling God told them about purity and about devouring. The Smiling God showed the family a PowerPoint presentation on the subject of purity, even though PowerPoint, let alone computers, would not be invented for more than a century. The Good family happily watched the Smiling God’s lecture. They smiled imperceptibly through the whole thing. And the Smiling God grew furious, because it could not see how happy they were. The Smiling God said to the Good family, saying “Behold! You will smile so much, you will never want to stop!”

The Good family said: “We are smiling!” But the Smiling God had already devoured their home in one heaving gulp. All that remained was a smoldering pit and scattered debris. Jason, the boy, found splinters of Jason the stick. Mr. Doodles was now only a fourth of a cat. “Awww,” the whole family cooed, “Mr. Doodles!”

Their long house was a long – pit. And every single mirror in their home was gone, along with the ghastly figures who gathered in the reflections. And the Good family was so happy and so afraid. They concentrated hard on making the biggest smiles they could, but the Smiling God could not see their pure joy on their bland faces.

Lauren: [sadly] Oh! Oh oh oh, I can’t wait to hear the end of this story, Kevin. But for now, let’s get to today’s weather.

[“Fast Talker" by aj & the good intentions]

Lauren: The Good family sifted through the debris of their home, knowing that the Smiling God had purified it for them. It would be difficult to get by without food or shelter or belongings, but they knew purity was all they truly needed to be happy.

But the younger child, Felicia, had seen the face of the the Smiling God, and knew that they had disappointed it. She told Jason that they had to do something, and Jason agreed. Jason set out to find everything in the wreckage that might make them smile. He showed Felicia how the bottom of the pit was all wet and gooey. Her expression did not change. He brought their three dogs around for her to pet, but the poor animals could not stop vomiting. He asked their parents to come, give him and Felicia hugs and tell them that they loved them and that they wanted their children to be happy. “But I am happy,” Felicia protested, and she pointed at her lips. “See?” They did not see.

Felicia lowered her head. She stared at her shoes with their brand new laces, white as the Smiling God’s teeth, not knowing what to do but then, then she saw something interesting under her feet. A framed photograph. She picked it up. The wooden frame was completely torn off one side and the glass was shattered. The photo underneath was discernible, but it had warped and wilted in the heat of the Smiling God’s arrival.

It was a family photo. Mom, Mom, Dad, Jason, three non-vomiting dogs and the front half of a cat. Everyone was smiling, just not visibly of course. Felicia stared lovingly into the frame and it all made sense to her. “We are not smiling!” she shouted. She pulled at the frame, tearing it away, she grabbed at the triangular shards of glass covering the photograph.” [panting] “Well, I’m definitely smiling,” her mother said. “I’m smiling up a storm!” her other mother said. “I’m smiling like a fox in a smile house,” her father said. But no one agreed with anyone. Felicia said: “No you’re not, but you will be.”

Felicia turned her back to them. She lifted her hands to her face and the family photograph fluttered to the earth. Felicia pressed the tip of the glass fragment against her front teeth and pulled sharply back to her right. She felt a warm rush of air across her gums. Her family saw a line of blood flash across the hot stand. She did it again to her left side. Her face hurt with joy, with happiness. She turned around and her family saw that she was smiling from ear to ear. And they wanted to smile that much. They wanted to smile like that and never stop.

Felicia wasn’t concerned that she got blood on her brand new shoelaces. She knew her family was so proud of her smile. “Now I must make all of you happy,” she said. And she did. She chased each of them down one by one, and when she was done, they were all smiling the biggest smiles they had ever smiled, so many teeth in the Good family.

The Smiling God saw all of this and it was honored and pleased, so the Smiling God devoured the entire family and they died.

Kevin: [moved] Oooooooh! What a beautiful story!

Lauren: Yes. Yes. And the souls of that family were so joyous and pure that they still wander our town, with huge toothy grins. And every year, on All Smiles’ Eve, they center the homes of children who do not smile and then they help them smile.

Kevin: It’s a good moral.

Lauren: As children, my siblings and I used to leave a shard of glass and a set of bloody shoelaces just outside our unlocked front door on All Smiles’ Eve to show Felicia that we already knew how to smile.

Kevin: Well! A happy All Smiles’ Eve to everyone in Desert Bluffs 2! May the corners of your mouth be ever-widening.

Lauren: Believe in a Smiling God, my friends!

Kevin: And know that joy is in your teeth.

Lauren: [softly] Good night, Kevin. And good night, Desert Bluffs 2.

Kevin: [softly] Good night!

Today’s proverb: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, now you’re just being an asshole.

[winsister91]

Breaking A Promise

Part Six - The Moment

Summary: Sam decides to use the opportunity, but can only watch in horror. Y/N gets her lead.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Warnings: Language, canon-typical violence, angst, grief, themes of addiction.

Word Count: 2256

A/N: I’m sorry, but I’m a little proud of this one for some reason. @sofreddie can vouch for me when I say how giddy I got when I finished this chapter! I hope you guys like it too ;) I’m thinking there’s one, maybe two parts left! I am going to finish something!!!!!!

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(italics are flashbacks)

Sam strains to keep his eyes open. He’d been sat in the Impala all night, watching, waiting. He could see your car parked outside the motel, he’d arrived shortly after the signal from your GPS died. She’s a great hunter, but not so great at covering her tracks. Reckless. Doubly so right now. Part of him understood. She was desperate, hell, he was too. Hence resorting to this. Y/N was his new lead. She had hit rock bottom and he couldn’t pull her back up. So… he thought to use the opportunity. If she can find Dean this way, that means I can too.

Sam had parked the car a couple of streets over, but still with a clear view of the motel. It didn’t take him long to work out which window belonged to you. He didn’t want to know what was going on inside that room. He saw the flashes of purple through the curtains last night, shouting, the words inaudible to him because of the distance, but they sounded full of rage. Then silence. A silence that had persisted all night and into the morning. A silence that was now being broken.

Through the thin curtains, he saw that purple light again. It flashed frequently. Like you were trying a spell over and over again. “Dammit Y/N…” Sam mumbles shaking his head, “I’m sorry...I shouldn’t have left you alone.”

He continues to watch, the flashes visible through the curtains growing in intensity and speed. He felt terrible. Guilty. Hoping you weren’t going to fall too far down the rabbit hole. Praying once you found Dean he could save you. Both of you if necessary.

A man catches his eye. A small man with a plump belly and balding head. He marched out of the motel’s reception and straight for your door. The motel manager maybe? It was around about the usual check out time for these kinds of places. He panicked. Chuck only knew what you were doing in that room, and this guy was headed for a ‘wrong place wrong time’ moment of the worst kind. Sam threw the Impala door open and ran.

“Don’t!” he yelled, but the man was already knocking on the door, and you were opening it.

Sam ducked for cover so you didn’t spot him. He was stuck and all he could do was watch with bated breath.

You looked rough. Hair all over the place. Skin pale. Eyes baggy. Yet you smiled. Chatting happily with the man at your door before stepping to one side and inviting him in. Sam wished he could hear what you were saying, nothing good no doubt.

As the door clicked closed behind you both, Sam stepped out from his cover and made a slow cautious approach. He wanted to try and hear what was going on. He kept a hand close to the gun in his jacket, loaded with Witch killing bullets. He didn’t want to use them, but he needed to ensure he had some form of protection against you.

As he stepped into the car park, the shattering of glass attacked his eardrums.

“Shit!” he yelled, now leaping for cover behind a nearby parked truck.

The window of your motel room was in pieces, the man’s body being the catalyst for the destruction. He landed with a hard thud a mere few feet away from Sam. His eyes glazed over and blood oozed from his head onto the hot tarmac.

“Oh god…” Sam panted, wide-eyed. She’s lost it. She’s gone homicidal.

He peeked around the truck only to hastily shift back behind it again. You were marching out of the door, smirking, backpack in hand. You skipped chirpily to your car and climbed inside. The sound of Guns and Roses’ Paradise City blasting from your stereo.

“Take me down, to the Paradise City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty!” Sam heard you shouting cheerfully as the engine revved and you sped from the parking lot.

Once you were out of sight, Sam scurried to the man’s body. Instantly placing two fingers to his neck to check for a pulse. Dead. Sam spotted more blood flowing to the ground, not from the manager’s head, but his wrists. Two large gashes sliced straight across the veins.

“Oh my god…” he mumbled, mortified.

He got to his feet and ran to your room’s door to look inside. It was trashed. A multitude of empty vials scattered across the blood-stained carpet. A huge circular symbol painted on the floor, a bowl full of blood at the centre. Sam narrowed his eyes at the other items in the circle. One of Dean’s shirts. Three photos. One of you and Dean. One of Dean, Bobby and him leaning on the Impala’s hood. The final one of Dean, John, Mary and himself as a baby. All of the pictures were spattered with blood. Sam gritted his teeth and hissed through them, pained at the sight of such precious memories being tarnished by your madness. The fact that you’d left the photos behind too. Is this even about finding Dean to you anymore? Or just an excuse for you to keep taking the blood?

He spotted an open book laid on the bed. Your spellbook. It laid open on a page describing an old blood ritual spell. It was to find lost loved ones. Naturally, for a blood ritual, it required lots of the red stuff. The caster to consume demon’s blood, and a lot of human blood to be spilled.

“That’s why you killed the manager…” Sam mumbled, picking up the book and skim reading the page, “So now… you know where Dean is…”

As Sam turned on his heels, it was only now he noticed red letters, painted in more blood on the wall above the broken window.

Red Dragon Inn. South West.

Fumbling for his phone, Sam quickly searched online. The only Red Dragon Inn he could find that matched the directions was roughly two states over. It was time for another long drive.

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Five hours you’d been driving, and your optimism was far from diminished. You did it. You finally had a lead. So sure in your confidence, you didn’t care that you’d left some possessions behind. The spell had lingering effects. Even if Dean had moved on from the bar, you’d be able to track him with a simple sip of blood and concentration. You knew that was unnecessary, you could sense he hadn’t moved. Maybe just one more gulp to be sure.

“IIIIIII, don’t care about anyone else but me,” you hummed happily along with the Drowning Pool song blasting from the old car speakers, “Don’t care about anyone or anything.”

You reached for your trusty bag on the passenger's seat, taking another bottle and emptying it down your throat. Closing your eyes blissfully, you embrace the buzz as it rushes to your head.

“Nearly there baby,” you grinned, turning off the highway and heading into the new unfamiliar town. 

The spell was like an internal GPS. You knew exactly where you were going. You couldn’t believe your luck on this fine day. You were all ready to give up back there at the motel when the spell didn’t work for the fifth time. Then that Motel owner came knocking like some kind of divine gift. Of course, your own blood wasn’t going to work for the spell. It needed human blood. Yours was tainted with that of a demon’s. You wince, briefly checking the wounds on your wrists. They were healing quickly. Your powers, and frequent top-ups of your fix, were speeding the healing along just nicely. You shake your head with a chuckle, thinking back to the joy that hit you when that knock came on the door. When that dumbass showed up, he may as well have had a shiny little bow tied around his neck.

Turning onto a new street, the Red Dragon Inn was in your sights. You grinned gleefully. He was inside. You knew it, you felt it.

All the questionable shit you had done was for this moment. Going back to the coven. Killing Harper. The fire. Hurting Sammy. Ignoring Cas. The Motel guy. Breaking your promise. It was all for Dean.

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“Dean!” you wailed hysterically as Sam carried his brother’s lifeless body into the bunker, “Dean no!!!!”

It felt like someone had ripped your heart out. Numerous knives jabbing into your guts. Your eyes burnt. Your mouth coated with the salty taste of your tears as they flowed endlessly down your cheeks. “Sammy!! No!” you pleaded with younger brother, “No! Please! Tell me he’s okay.” “Y/N…” Sam stuttered, his own eyes red and blotchy from no doubt many tears, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

You couldn’t form words. Dropping to your knees, you continued to uncontrollably sob. You told him not to go after Metatron. Not alone. To let you or Sam help him. It was the damn mark. Dean had been getting more and more irrational since getting it. He was brutal. More violent than you had ever seen him, and he was shutting everyone out. He shut you out. Shoving you off and lying that everything was OK when it evidently wasn’t. You should have done more. You should have been more forceful. But it was Dean. Your Dean. He said he would always come back for you.

“No no no…” you pulled at your hair, “This can’t be happening…”

Crowley entered the bunker as Sam carried Dean’s body away down the corridor.

“You!” you spat, making a beeline for the King of Hell and shoving him up against the wall, “Fix this! NOW!”

“No can do love,” the demon shrugged, “I’m just here to share my condolences.”

“Son of a bitch,” you punched at his chest, angered by his lack of reactions, “You fucking SON OF A BITCH!”

“Hey hey hey,” Sam said quickly upon re-entering the room, grabbing you from behind and pulling you away, “Y/N please, just try to calm down.”

You began to sob again, clutching at the fabric of Sam’s shirt tightly, burying your head in his chest. You could feel his muscles twitching and convulsing, finding it difficult to hold back tears himself.

“May I see the boy and say my goodbyes?” Crowley’s voice echoed behind you.

“FUCK YOU!!” you screamed, glaring at him with piercing eyes, “You stay away from him!!”

Pushing Sam away from you, you ran down the corridor in search of where he had put Dean. It didn’t take you long to find the open door

There he was. The love of your life. Motionless and bloodied. You felt your stomach churn painfully. Grimacing and averting your eyes before quickly looking back again. You just wanted him to wake up. Any moment now surely he will sit up, tell you to stop being a dramatic jackass and throw his arms around you. Any minute now... “Dean please,” you whimpered, sitting on the mattress next to him and gripping his cold hand, “P-please. Just wake up.”

You wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him out of it. You squeezed his hand with all the strength you could muster. You dropped your head to his chest, hopelessness overwhelming you at the lack of heartbeat.

“Dean…” you mumbled, interlocking your fingers between his, “Please… I-I can’t go on without you. I need you…”

“Y/N…” Sam’s voice came from the doorway, his eyes bloodshot as tears stained his cheeks, “He’s gone.”

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You smirk. He wasn’t gone. You’d found him. One mere crossroad away from the building you knew he was currently sat in. The light turned green and you eagerly slammed a foot on the gas pedal, a beaming smile painted on your face.

A smash into your side. The car flips. You cry out as the car began to roll with a powerful momentum down the street. The sound of metal crunching and glass shattering tore through your eardrums as shards of glass rained over you.

The rolling finally stopped. You could feel a warm stickiness spreading down one side of your face. Your ribs throbbing and stinging as you struggled to breathe. You couldn’t move your legs, they were trapped under the deformed remnants of your car. All sound had ceased apart from this hissing, as oil and steam leaked from the destroyed engine. You couldn’t move at all. Trapped tightly by your seatbelt, as the car laid upside down. You were losing blood fast. Losing power. You attempted to flex your hand out, trying to will the car to move so you could break free. You couldn’t. Blackness descended upon you as your energy and consciousness drained.

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“Uugh,” you groaned. Everything hurt. Your head throbbed and your vision was a clouded mess. You weren’t in the car anymore. You were in some room. A dark room. You hear footsteps coming towards you. You can’t move your arms, they’re tied down firmly to the arms of a chair, and your feet tied to the legs. Your head felt heavy, you couldn’t find the strength the lift your chin up from your chest. A hand lifted it for you. Now looking up, your eyes finally focused and you were looking into a familiar set of emerald green eyes. That cocky smile. A deep husky voice greeting your ears.

“Hey there Sweetheart,” Dean chuckled, his green eyes flitting to black, “Been looking for me?”

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