#(tfw you have to be careful with your teeth at all times because your dad is a tiger so you have an above average bite force)

[sonicprim3d]

She is... Going to stay out of either side of this conversation.

[arsyn-harrington]

(I’m Dreaming, right? Ch.1)

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Pairings: Sam, Dean, Castiel, Jack, mystery girl (no name hints)

Warnings: Language, smol fluff, no smut (this chapter…), Violence past and present

Words: roughly 2,000

Summary: when TFW 2.0 come home to a woman sleeping on the floor in the bunker and says “Sam, Dean, Jack, Cas?” before blacking out again they worry, she knows them but they have never met her before.

Note: this is my first fan fiction, feedback welcomed :)

Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack walk into the bunker laughing about the hunt they just finished, Sam looks down and hits Deans arm and points down at the girl sleeping on the ground near the library “dude, you know who she is?” Dean looks stunned “ Not mine,” he says flatly before reaching for his gun. They walk down the stairs carefully towards the girl, she has honey tan skin with jet black soft hair falling down to her armpits, wearing a Led Zeppelin 1977 t-shirt and ripped jeans, a military-style jacket, and combat boots. She starred as the boys gather around looking at her questioningly she slowly opens her eyes and says groggily “Sam, Dean, Jack, Cas?” before her head dropped down again they look at each other “do you guys know who she is?” Jack said “No,” they all say in unison “She seems to know us though,” Cas says picking her up, the girl still slumped in his arms he carries her to an empty room. “What are you doing, Cas?!” Sam says “she obviously knows who we are, now we wait and when she wakes up we can ask her a few questions,”  Cas says composed “ we can’t just leave her in there Cas, she could be a Demon or a monster” Cas sighs “she isn’t I can see Demons true faces, remember? As for being a monster, I could tell she isn’t. Their genetics are different from humans”

The girl wakes up groggily taking in her surroundings she realized where she was “what the hell? How is this real?” thinking it might be a dream she heard the boys talking outside the door. And went to go and see what's going on? She opened the door all of the guys turned to her Dean said finally after what seems like an eternity of silence “how did you get here?” she snorts “Like I know how dreams work?” Dean looks at her confused “I hate to tell you but this is no dream, sweetheart” she looks at them and then slaps herself across the face, the boys are stunned. She looks around and says “Son of a  bitch, this is some french mistake shit” the boys look at her confused, she sighs “do you remember when Balthazar blasted you guys to a different universe where you were just characters in a TV show? well I am from that universe only I don’t know how I got here” Dean says in a questioning voice “How do we know you are telling the truth?” she sighs and mutters to herself ‘great now I have to go all fangirl on them’ and says louder “OK, Dean you and Sam’s mother, Mary was killed by a knight of hell named Azazel, John raised you two to be hunters, Sam you wanted to get out of it and went to college and got a 174 on your LSAT and you girlfriend Jess was Killed by Azazel as well, sorry for that by the way. And you died and Dean sold his soul to get Sam back, then you were killed by a hellhound and were there for 4 months which felt like 40 years to you until Castiel ‘Gripped you tight and raised you from perdition’ and Cas became God and sam jumped into the pit to cage lucifer but came back with no soul and Dean went to go live an ‘apple pie life’ with Lisa and Ben, you also went to purgatory, mary came back, you stopped the darkness, Jack is Lucifer and Kelly’s son, Sorry about your mom kiddo, and Cas has died 5 times, Sam has died 6 times, and you, Dean, have Died 111 times including the mystery spot, and this is the men of letters bunker oh, and let’s not forget Sammy hit a dog” Dean choked down a laugh and Sam glared at you and it felt like daggers pierced your heart, and it hurt you“DON’T GLARE AT ME SAM, THAT WAS PATHETIC AND AMELIA ENDED UP STRINGING YOU ON AND CHEATED ON HER HUSBAND AFTER YOU CAME BACK AFTER DEAN SENT YOU A DUMMY TEXT,” you took a breath and proceeded calmly “ it seems like you dodged a bullet there, buddy” Sam stood there in pure shock and stopped glaring at you “I also have this” you lifted up your shirt stopping right before your bra and on the side of your rib was a tattoo it was a smaller anti-possession symbol with the saying Bitch and Jerk right under it Dean raised his eyebrows “I assume your a fan then, sorry what’s your name, pretty thing” you raised your eyebrow “Raven Westbrooke. and I am considered one of the calm and sane fans thank you and if you ever call me sweet thing again I will break your arm got it?” Dean walked closer to Raven “what makes you so sure you can break my arm anyways sweet thing” she snarled her teeth her purple eyes glared she stepped closer to him, brought him down down in one swift move and put him in an arm lock and said “I was in the marine core for 5 years so next time you think of getting in my face again and talking to me like a weak, helpless slut you go after, think again pretty boy” Raven lets go of Dean and walks towards the exit of the bunker Cas, Sam, Dean, and Jack follow close to her. Castiel says as Raven was walking up the stairs towards the door “Don’t you want to go back to your universe?” she turns around and smiles gently “thanks Cas, but No but I am good I know what’s out here and I know that I can help so I’m good” she turns back around, walking towards the door.

Sam feeling remorseful for his rudeness earlier says politely “Raven, you can stay here for a bit until you can get a car and fake badges and debit card and stuff.” She hesitates but says after a minute. “Fine but only until I get on my feet them I am on my way” Sam and Jack smiles, Cas nods, Dean rolls his eyes but nods his head.

A few hours later raven, Cas, and Jack went out to get clothes and was given a room across from Sam and on her left Jack and the right Cas. Cas and Jack were in the library getting all of your stuff together online. She walked out of her room after changing when Dean confronted put his hand between her and the way she was going and she looked at him surprised “what's wrong with you, Dean you aren’t acting normal?” he smiled at her she knew right away he has an angle “what I am wondering is why a big, strong girl doesn’t want to go back to her universe, who are you running from... I see you have nothing to say now do you, bitch” Her eyes started tearing up “I am not running from anyone now get out of my way Dean, to think I used to Admire you” Raven pushed by him running into the kitchen to stop him from seeing her cry once you were in the kitchen she started crying, what you didn’t see was Sam walking in at the same time. He rushed over to her and laid a hand on her back rubbing softly guiding her to a chair he rubbed her hand assuring her. “Deans a total Asshat, he had to just bring it up?” Sam looked at her questioningly “what did he say?” she shook her head at him “he asked me what I am running from and he doesn’t even know the beginning of it” Sam was worried he rubbed her knee and asked “not to pry but, why don’t you want to go back to your universe?” Raven calmed down and sighed “your guys life wasn’t great but it could have been worse, you had each other, before I went into the Core I had no one, my mom died when I was a freshman in high school from cancer and my dad became an alcoholic and was gone a lot, it was just me after high school I went to college and got a boyfriend he was sweet at first but after I was with him for a while but he became abusive and beat me with a strip of barbed wire” Sam winced “one night he started raping me, he did it for two months straight once a week and every time I said ‘No’ and to ‘let me go’, he never did stop. One night I got away and ran to a hospital, I almost died, Sam” she said suppressing a sob. “When I was at the doctor I figured out  I was pregnant, that fucking bastard got me pregnant.” her eyes stung from the tears coming out of her eyes “but, I didn’t want to punish the child for the father's mistakes and I was going to keep it.” Raven took a breath trying to continue on. “I had her 2 months early, Renesmee’s heart wasn’t strong enough I held her once, she died later that night” Raven turned around lifted the back of her shirt she had deep thick white scars all over her back Sam was shocked it looked like she was whipped with leather. She started sobbing Sam pulled her into his lap and let her cry into his shoulder.

Sam, Cas, and Jack were pissed at Dean for how he treated her, later that night Sam found Dean in the library and walked to him and said firmly “why did confront Raven like that just because she can take you down you need to assert your dominance?” Dean snorted “she was being a bitch, and I wanted to know her angle, who she was running from.” Sam looked at his brother in disgust “SHE WASN’T RUNNING FROM ANYONE SHE HAS HAD A TERRIBLE LIFE, DEAN. WORSE THAN US” Dean rolled his eyes “yeah right, Sam I doubt that” Sam lowered his voice “ Dean, you don’t know the beginning of her life” Dean was getting annoyed “ then explain to me Sam what is so bad she wouldn’t want to go back to her universe?” after Dean said that Raven walked into the library, Dean glared at her “finally some answers, come on now why don’t you want to go back?” she stood there in shock Sam turned to her “you don’t have to answer that Raven” his eyes soft and caring she sat down and explained her story to Dean, how she lost her mother as a teenager then was raped and abused, and ended up losing her child, Dean a little calmer said “how do I know that you are telling me the truth, Raven?” she sighed and turned around Sam grabbed her hand “you don’t have to Rae” she smirked at his nickname for her, her mom used to call her that. “It’s fine Sammy, he has trust issues I understand”  she turned and lifted the back of her shirt showing him her scars. Dean felt guilty for being so mean to her “listen, Raven I’m really sorry for being a dick to you, that was rude and selfish of me, I hope we can still be friends?” Raven was touched by his sincere apology knowing he barely ever does she smirks “yeah, I would like that”

[nycto-draggo]

Flow Trek 2: The Wrath of Goat (Part 3)

tfw words escape you, ehs

This is a conversation between Outertale!Asriel Dreemurr [Greatest Of All Time and Space] and yourself, ❤❤❤Sigma Flowey❤❤❤ [The Stellar StarShip Sociopathy (in Space)].

Outertale!Asriel Dreemurr [Greatest Of All Time and Space]: “BOTH of you do!” He ducked under the kick and caught it, springing back up to seriously throw Undyne off balance. “He doesn’t feel anything. He’s manipulating you, you both know it, WHY are you going along with it?!”

❤❤❤Sigma Flowey❤❤❤ [The Stellar StarShip Sociopathy (in Space)]: Undyne gritted her teeth, stumbling back before throwing her pike at him as she struggled to catch her balance. "NGAHH! YES HE DOES!" she shouted, summoning another pike and swiping a hand to make spears fly at him from various directions. "He has a soul! I've seen it myself! It's in PAIN from all the shit he's had to bear through!" she seethed, charging forward to jab at him with the pike, with intent to impale his head on it. The human, meanwhile, just slowly backed away, disappearing behind an oversized knife.

Outertale!Asriel Dreemurr [Greatest Of All Time and Space]: He caught the first pike, then twirled it around, using it as a shield to block the incoming spears. This was familiar, but he'd never been a part of it - no, Frisk had. As for the second pike, she'd charged, allowing him to sidestep and parry the blow. "No, he doesn't! I know, because I WAS him! Alphys is a brilliant engineer but she is NOT a necromancer." The human... well, he couldn't really track her until he was safe. Changing specific targets mid-combat was nigh impossible.

❤❤❤Sigma Flowey❤❤❤ [The Stellar StarShip Sociopathy (in Space)]: Undyne raised her spear at Asriel's move to parry, an the two clashed together. "You're LYING!" she spat, glaring at him with her lack of eyes. There was a bit of blood trickling from where her right eye was- from a 'fresh' wound. "You talk about Alphys- she's exactly who I saw in how he acts..." she hissed. "Life constantly tormenting both of them- it's not their fault! But right now it's YOURS!"

Outertale!Asriel Dreemurr [Greatest Of All Time and Space]: "I don't lie, Undyne. Especially not to my hero." After a split-second decision, he dropped the pike and dodged back, letting her overcompensate for the clash, then rushed back forward with a low jab and an uppercut. Where'd you learn to fight, goat boy? "We've suffered, but Alphys has TRIED to make things better for everyone! Flowey, he doesn't care! You're expendable."

❤❤❤Sigma Flowey❤❤❤ [The Stellar StarShip Sociopathy (in Space)]: She stumbled for a moment, but she was relying on the sound of his movement, not thee sight of him. As he darted back at her, she quickly swung her pike down, knocking him dead center on top of his skull with the notch in the middle of its shaft... Owch.... "Yes he is." she hissed. "He's collecting soul power so he can annihilate the scum that stranded us out here in the first place. "All the 'killing' he'd done was because he was a CHILD that didn't KNOW any better. And clearly that's what you STILL are!"

Outertale!Asriel Dreemurr [Greatest Of All Time and Space]: He stumbled back, shaking his head. "And what happens after? Do you really expect him to give you your bodies back? Your lives? He has the power of a literal GOD, Undyne. Absolute power corrupts absolutely..." He holds his arms out wide, almost as if he was surrendering. "Captain. Please... revenge for a war you didn't even FIGHT in won't bring you back to life."

❤❤❤Sigma Flowey❤❤❤ [The Stellar StarShip Sociopathy (in Space)]: She scoffed, stalking towards him slowly. "He's said it himself. The world is miserably empty to someone with nobody else around them. He fully intends to bring us back to life- after he uses our souls to help him do what he must." As Undyne talked, the human was moving around, unseen by Asriel. After she finished, Asriel would feel a chilling sensation as her saber went right through his torso, to the hilt. It didn't damage him, but he couldn't move if he valued his life.

Outertale!Asriel Dreemurr [Greatest Of All Time and Space]: He froze up, then slowly looks down at it. "He 'must'. He /'must'/. Because there's no reasoning with them... just like there's no reasoning with you." He looked back up at her, trying to shake his head without getting himself murdered. "You haven't tried peace yet. You don't know if it's an option. And Flowey could resurrect you if it doesn't work. All I ask is that you try."

❤❤❤Sigma Flowey❤❤❤ [The Stellar StarShip Sociopathy (in Space)]: Undyne rolled her head on her shoulders to pop her joints. "Why do you think dad is helping him out.... We DID try that. Toriel and Asgore found out themselves that it is NOT an option." she said. The human swung her saber up through Asriel's torso and head, causing a stinging sensation in his head as it burned through.... Not lethal, but REALLY painful. As she stepped back, Asriel would realize through his disorientation they were on either side of him, with their weapons at the ready.

Outertale!Asriel Dreemurr [Greatest Of All Time and Space]: "At Earth itself? Then WHY are you back here?" He took a sharp breath-- he hadn't moved, and the EPSM had only suffered minor damage because of that. "Real space, I mean. Real space, we're not near Sol." If he stayed still, he'd get spiked by the Captain. If he tried to dodge, he'd get burnt by the human. What to do...

❤❤❤Sigma Flowey❤❤❤ [The Stellar StarShip Sociopathy (in Space)]: Undyne smirked. "Flowey's been on the move since he sent out Mettaton to fight you. We'll be there within a couple weeks at most, with how he's picking up speed." she said. "And once he has all those human souls, he can basically just TELEPORT back to the monsters' planet." the human mused. They both circled around him slowly. While Undyne moved out of the way, Asriel would see the ship flying in again..... Just as it passed through him, he'd realize- There was a 'hood ornament' right on the front of it. An [❤ACT] button.

Outertale!Asriel Dreemurr [Greatest Of All Time and Space]: "You're still trusting him." He tried to keep his vision on the both of them, AND on the little overlay on his goggles that showed the sensor module's readings. Track the ship, track his two assailants, kick Flowey's metaphorical ass... and THEN find a way to get home. "He's not Asriel. He has the memories, but none of the personality. He insulted Chara, for cryin' out loud!"

❤❤❤Sigma Flowey❤❤❤ [The Stellar StarShip Sociopathy (in Space)]: "Because Chara's the one that got him KILLED!" Undyne spat, thrusting her spear forward without actually moving herself closer to him. As she did, the human tensed up, and swung her lightsaber at his chest. Both aiming at the same place, but one was attacking in an arc, the other straight on. "You think he wouldn't have TOLD US something like that?!"

Outertale!Asriel Dreemurr [Greatest Of All Time and Space]: "We knew what we were doing. I backed out after the point of no return. I got us killed and like hell would I admit that as Flowey." He hopped backwards, picking up his Sabre again and giving it a quick swing to readjust himself to the weight of it. It had weight... just... not very much. "Chara wasn't entirely at fault, we BOTH were."

❤❤❤Sigma Flowey❤❤❤ [The Stellar StarShip Sociopathy (in Space)]: "Not according to what Alphys found that you left behind." the human spat. "Flowey was BULLIED into helping that little shit. He didn't understand what was going on until he was about to be dragged into mass murder. He would've told his parents soon if he'd have known." she said flatly, glaring. As she talked, she hopped forward and swung her saber at him again, and again, and again... She kept moving closer as she did, and his sword wouldn't clash with the plasma, so he HAD to dodge it.

Outertale!Asriel Dreemurr [Greatest Of All Time and Space]: "No, he wouldn't have. I wouldn't have." He stepped back, keeping his guard focused on Undyne. Just keep swinging, Curiosity, but you can't hit a moving target with a melee weapon. "Not back then, not when it actually mattered."

❤❤❤Sigma Flowey❤❤❤ [The Stellar StarShip Sociopathy (in Space)]: The human narrowed her eyes, suddenly lunging forward to slash diagonally across his torso. "Yes they would've! I know because I've BEEN THERE!" she spat.

Outertale!Asriel Dreemurr [Greatest Of All Time and Space]: "SO have I!" He went to deflect the blow, but that didn't work out. Thankfully, he remained still enough to avoid most of the plasma burn, and after grabbing the Dagger from his hip, struck back. It hurt, but he wasn't down yet.

❤❤❤Sigma Flowey❤❤❤ [The Stellar StarShip Sociopathy (in Space)]: She ducked out of the way, easily avoiding the short dagger. She promptly went back to slashsing at him afterwards, as Undyne charged at him from one side. They were backing up amidst all the spinning weapons...

[teamfreewillsaga]

Act II, Chpt. 4 teaser for the ol’ [TFW Saga.]

Dad keeps searching. The house, the yard, over and over; and Sam follows behind, a shadow, hands curling fists into his pajamas.

When Dad goes outside, Sam sits on the steps with Rumsfeld, the concrete burning cold through his socks. The big dumb dog lays his head in Sam’s lap and sleeps, and even though sometimes the way Dad yells Dean’s name makes Sam cry a little, Rumsfeld doesn’t seem to mind. He licks at Sam’s face until he stops crying, and then he puts his head back down and goes back to sleep.

Dad isn’t paying any attention to Sam except to make sure Sam’s there. Sam tries to ask him questions, when he’s standing still long enough for him to ask. He asks him what the man was. Dad doesn’t answer that he was a monster. He just says “Sam, not now.” He asks what’s going to happen to Dean. Dad tells Sam to stop asking questions.

By mid-afternoon, the sun’s been swallowed up by a thick sheet of clouds and Sam is sitting in the armchair again and thinking that he’s tired in a gray, hazy kind of way. He hears Uncle Bobby’s truck pulls in. He knows it’s Bobby because of how the truck whines; the Impala never whines. Dad says the Impala purrs, like a wimpy house cat, but Sam thinks it rumbles, like one of those big black jungle cats.

He wonders what the Impala would be like without Dean to crawl over the front seat and play cards with him, and tries not to think about it.

Bobby looks tired, big dark raccoon circles under his eyes. He gives Sam a hug and asks if Sam is okay, but it doesn’t make Sam feel any better. He just mumbles that he is and looks down at his socks, gray with dust. Bobby and Dad talk in the office for awhile. They close the door, and Sam sits at the kitchen table and picks at the peeling edge where formica meets aluminum. Sometimes Dad’s voice gets loud, almost a yell, but Sam can’t understand what they’re saying, and he doesn’t want to. He wants them to go find Dean, and bring him back.

He tells himself that it’d be okay if they left him here with the big dumb dog, he wouldn’t be scared or anything - he just wants them to bring Dean back.

When they’re done talking, Uncle Bobby goes upstairs to take a shower and Dad makes dinner. It’s just peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Sam tries to eat it, because Dad never cooks anything and Dean always tells him to shut up and eat if Dad makes something, but he only gets a bite before his stomach starts taking somersaults. He sips his milk, instead.

“Sam,” Dad says in his tired voice. He hasn’t even touched the sandwich on his own plate so Sam doesn’t think he’s in trouble for not being hungry. “Do you want something else? I could make you some mac ‘n cheese, or pancakes.”

“No, m’okay.” He picks at his sandwich’s crust and admits, “I’m not hungry.”

“C’mere, Sammy.” Dad gestures for Sam to come around to where he’s sitting. He does, and Dad puts his elbows on his knees and leans forward so they’re about the same height.

When Dad puts his hands on Sam’s shoulders, Sam knows it’s going to be a grown-up talk and Dad’s going to ask him to do something he doesn’t want to.

“Are you gonna go look for Dean?” Sam asks, before Dad can say anything.

“I am.”

He tries to stand up as tall as he can. “I wanna help.”

Dad smiles, but it’s not a happy smile. “I’ll be alright. Your Uncle Bobby will need all the help he can get running the scrap yard.”

Sam’s face drops. The scrap yard doesn't matter. This is Dean. “Uncle Bobby can help too. And Pastor Jim, too, maybe, and Mr. Caleb, and everybody…”

It’s like Dad doesn’t even hear what he says, though. He just keeps talking. “You do whatever he asks while I’m gone, okay? It won’t be more than a couple of days.”

Sam shakes his head, listening but not really listening. “Dad, I can help. I can… I can read, and stuff, I understand almost all of the newspaper now, and I can make posters and things…” He’s seen those for dogs and cats and things, not for kids, but he thinks it would work.

“You can make all the posters you like, but I want you to do it here.”

“Why?” Sam’s voice is rising, and it’s getting that squeaky edge that he hates. It makes him feel small. “Why can’t I come with you? Where are you gonna look?”

“I’m going to Illinois, and you’re staying because I said so, Sam.” Dad stands up and takes the plates off the table. “I’ll be back in a few days, and I expect you to do as Singer says while I’m gone. No playing in the yard, no wandering off. I want you within sight at all times, d’you hear?”

That’s the tone that means Sam’s supposed to nod and say ‘yes, sir’ and nothing else. But it’s like Dad’s barely even listening, like he doesn’t even care. So he just stands there and doesn’t say anything back, because if Dad doesn’t have to listen to him, why does he have to listen to Dad?

Dad stares at him a minute, and Sam stares back, and then Dad sets his teeth with a click and gets to his feet. “If there’s anything you need out of the car, you best get it now.”

Sam doesn’t answer. Instead he asks, “Why do you have to look all by yourself?”

“This is not a discussion. If you want it, get it out of the car now, before I go.”

“I don’t have anything,” Sam says, in the tone Dad hates, the one he calls ‘talking back’. Sam doesn’t care.

Dad hears it, too, ‘cause he dumps the dishes in the sink with a slam. “Good.” He grabs his jacket off the chair in the library. “I’ll call when I get there.”

He doesn’t wait for Sam to answer. He doesn’t even look at Sam, really. Which is fine, Sam thinks, because he’s mad, and he hopes Dad is mad too.

But then the front door slams, and the Impala starts, and Sam can hear the car pulling out and away. The second that low rumble fades off, all that prickly hot anger just drains out of him. He lied to himself when he thought he wouldn’t be scared. He is. He’s scared that the man will come back. He’s scared that the man might take Dad too, or that Dad won’t find Dean.

He doesn’t want Dad to be mad at him, he wants Dad to come back, because the only ones who can make the bad things stay away are Dad and Dean and now they’re both gone.

Uncle Bobby walks downstairs then, and his wet hair is sticking up at funny angles that Sam barely notices. “Your daddy take off? Sam?”

Sam nods mutely and sniffs, swiping his nose on his sleeve.

“You okay, son?”

Sam nods again, even though his throat’s closing up with the rising tears. He wants Dad. He wants Dean. He doesn’t want Uncle Bobby to rustle his hair and say, “Alright. If you say so. You look wiped. Let’s get you settled on the couch, okay?” He doesn’t want any of it. But he follows Bobby to the couch and Bobby puts a whole pile of blankets on him and leaves him to go to sleep without making him shower or brush his teeth or anything.

After Bobby goes, Sam rolls on his side and curls up into a ball, pulling the blankets up high over his head. He cries until he feels like he’s going to be sick. Eventually, he falls asleep.