#Counting the moments until this album drops I won’t even lie she’s such a guilty pleasure for me

[stuckinapril]

I just wanna say before short n sweet by Sabrina Carpenter drops tonight that she was my token white girl music first tbh

[perhapsitmaybedragons]

The Turtle Truth, and Nothing But the Truth

I’ve been wanting to write this for a few days. What if Nino found out first, instead of anyone else?

Can someone suggest a title that doesn’t suck? Anyway, here’s part one:

It was stupid of her, in retrospect, to duck back into the school before her transformation had worn off. Marinette had thought for sure that all of the other students were still outside after the last Akuma, as school was over for the day. Sure, it was early enough that some clubs should be hanging around but she had thought it would be fine.

 What she hadn’t counted on was a new album release. One of Nino’s favorite bands had dropped a new CD and he was still hanging in the hallway listening to the music, lost in his own world. Ordinarily, Alya stepped in on these occasions to help him back to reality and on track to get home, but she had run off in favor of getting a new scoop.

 He was on his third play through, on the second song when he had happened to look up. Ladybug was down the hallway. He lifted a hand and waved to her, calling out a friendly hello…just as her transformation wore off.

 Had he known what was about to happen, he would have looked away. But with no warning, he had ended up seeing her. Nino coughed awkwardly, trying to shift his attention into another direction, but it was impossible.

 There was a noise coming from Ladybug’s civilian form that sounded like a balloon deflating. It grew louder until it turned into a shriek. For a moment, Nino thought his own internal screaming had finally found its voice. But no. It was Marinette. She recovered her composure and glanced around nervously.

 “Hi, Nino…you didn’t see …that is, there was nothing to see, right?” Her eyes were enormous, pleading.

 Nino wanted so badly to lie to her. “Nothing at all, dude! Didn’t see you transform back!” he replied cheerfully. But then groaned a moment later as he realized his mistake. Alya was always telling him he sucked at lying. She was right.

 “Please don’t tell Alya,” Marinette squeaked out, “or anyone. But, please, please, especially not Alya. She would kill me for keeping this from her!” She had closed the distance between them and was right in front of him, her hands clenched tightly into fists.

 Nino gave her a thumbs up. “It’s cool, Marinette. I’m not going to tell anyone.” He placed a hand on her shoulder. “We owe you and Chat Noir a lot. Really. This is awesome. And I’m not going to tell anyone.” He removed his hand and used it to make a zipping motion across his mouth.

 Marinette breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I appreciate it. …You won’t tell Adrien, either, right?”

 “Of course not, dude,” He agreed. “I’m not telling anybody. This is just between us. Promise.”

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 “I can’t believe I messed up so badly,” Marinette grabbed her pillow and slammed her face into it multiple times as though the pillow could beat the memory out of her. She was in her bedroom and should have been asleep, but her mess up from today was making it impossible to clear her head enough to get any rest. “Nino knows now and …what do I do, Tikki?”

 The kwami gave a shrug. “There’s nothing we can do now, Marinette. Just trust your friend.”

 Marinette moved the pillow to her lap and curled up around it. She had sometimes thought what it might be like to have someone know. But in those thoughts or daydreams, it had never been Nino to find out. Her typical daydream was about revealing herself to Chat - only after Hawk Moth was defeated, of course. Occasionally it would be Alya, as she still felt guilty sometimes for not sharing her secret with her best friend. And of course there were the thoughts of revealing herself to Adrien… but Nino? The thought had never crossed her mind.

 She and Nino had known each other for years, and she liked the guy. But she had never entrusted him with a secret, so who was to say how capable of guarding her biggest one? After all, Alya often bragged that the pair had no secrets in their relationship - or at least she had started making that claim shortly after Nino had found out about Alya being Rena Rouge.

 Marinette began to rock back and forth, her brain full to the brim of nightmare scenarios. What if he accidentally outed her to the entire class? What if he told Alya and Alya put it on her blog? Or what if he told Alya and Alya got mad that Marinette hadn’t told her first? The What Ifs dragged her through scenario after scenario, each one worse than the last. She shuddered and collapsed into the bed .

 Tikki curled up beside Marinette, snuggling the girl’s cheek. “It’s all right. You can trust him. Nino’s your friend.”

 “You always told me I needed to keep my identity secret.”

 “For your own safety. Things can happen that others don’t intend…like Hawk Moth creates an akuma that forces the truth out of people …or-”

 Marinette let out a loud “Ugh!” that cut Tikki off. “I shouldn’t have let him find out and now he knows and …and …”

 “Marinette, there is nothing we can do. So you have to trust him.”

 Marinette nodded and curled up on her bed. “I guess all I can do is try to get some sleep.”

 Tikki nodded her agreement, not pointing out that Marinette had been fretting for so long that she only had half an hour before her alarm would go off.”

  Nino was facing his own kind of trouble that night. Most nights he and Alya would talk on the phone or at least text each other. He had been hoping to only use text. But his girlfriend called, and he was too nice to make an excuse.

 “How’s the new CD?” Alya asked cheerfully.

 “Great,” he choked out. “It was great.” The phone call should have been easy. She wasn’t even talking about super heroes right now. But Nino was surprised by the sudden urge he had to tell her everything. After all, Alya had been trying to figure out Ladybug and Chat Noir’s identities since they had first shown up on the scene.

 “Are you ok?”

 “Why wouldn’t I be?” He could hear his voice going up an octave. He tried to force it down, so the next sentence came out far deeper than his real voice. “I’m just fine…”

 Alya chuckled. “You sound like a pack-a-day smoker right now. What are you hiding?”

“Hiding?!” Nino sat up as straight as possible in his chair, the same way he did when Mademoiselle Bustier got onto him. “I’m not hiding anything. Just talking to you, dude. …Did you get your scoop?”

 “The akuma was the old librarian at the library near the school. Madame …I don’t remember her name. She was upset about someone losing some of her books. Flew around on a giant book, but I didn’t see any of the rest of the fight so I don’t know what her abilities were. Most of my shots were blurry today.”

 “I’m sorry.”

 “It’s not a big deal, it’s not like we don’t get an akuma or two a week,” he could practically hear her shaking her head, “Poor Chat and Ladybug are probably exhausted.”

 “Yeah…” he trailed off, thinking for a moment about Marinette. She probably was exhausted. What with school, and being a superhero, being the student representative, helping her parents in the bakery, plus she still found time to design and sew. Nino suddenly felt very sorry for the girl.

 “You sound far away tonight,” Alya interrupted his thoughts.

 “Oh, sorry, I’ll move closer to the phone.”

 “Not what I meant. I mean, you’re miles away mentally. Did something happen today?”

 “Uhh…”

 “Spill.”

 “The new CD was very …uh…it just had a lot of deepness to it,” Nino finished lamely, casting about his mind for part of the lyrics he could pass off as being profound. But he couldn’t even recall the name of any of the songs at the moment. It was like seeing Marinette detransform had forced everything else out of his brain.

 “I’ll have to look into it, then.” Alya yawned, “But for now I need to head to bed. I’ll see you in the morning?”

 “Of course, dude.”

 Nino hung up the phone and found he was physically and emotionally exhausted. Unfortunately, he was completely mentally awake. He had forgotten for a moment that tomorrow was still a school day. He would have to see Marinette, and he knew he was going to act funny around her. Which would mean that Alya would start asking questions. And possibly Adrien as well. He started pacing around his room, wondering what he was supposed to do.

 Obviously, he needed to keep Marinette’s secret. She hadn’t wanted him to know, and even though he’d always been curious about Ladybug’s identity he really wished he could just wipe his brain clean of the memory. He was really wishing he was a better liar at this point, and made a mental note to maybe corner one of the drama students and see if one of them could advise him. But first he’d have to get through tomorrow.

 “I can do this. All I have to do is lie to my best friend, and to my girlfriend.” Saying it out loud made it sound worse somehow. “It’s not a lie,” he amended. “I’m just not telling them something that they would both really like to know…but I have to keep it from them, because Ladybug has to stay safe.” That last part was true, of course. It’s not like Marinette was locking them all out of her secret because she didn’t want to share. A more selfish part of him whined that Marinette knew he was Carapace and that Alya was Rena Rouge, so what did it matter if he and Alya knew about her?

 But that was different. Of course that was different. Hawk Moth only wanted Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous. He paced around his room, arguing with himself for hours, stopping every once in a while to note that the next school day was getting dangerously close.

 When his alarm went off, he still hadn’t gotten any sleep. “It’s ok,” Nino assured himself. “I won’t tell anyone. She’s trusting me. I’ve got her back.”

[twdeadlysins]

Wildfire: Part One

Season one, episode five (1/2)

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Reader

 Word Count: 3,103

Warnings: Slow burn, mention of character death, the usual walking dead violence, language, blood, possible typos, and such.

Author’s Note: I don’t own anything from The Walking Dead, so all credit goes to their respective owners. This is a twd series rewrite with the reader inserted into the mix. I did and will continue to use dialogue from the actual show because I want it to be similar to what you’ve already watched, but obviously have the reader in it. 

If you want to be tagged for this series rewrite, don’t hesitate to send me an ask, message me, or leave a comment and I’ll add you. The same goes for any other fics! I’m in no way, shape, or form a writer. Any feedback is appreciated, but hate is a different story. Thank you and enjoy!

The gifs I use aren’t mine, so all credit goes to their respective owners. 

Catch up!

TWD Series Rewrite

Despite lulling yourself and Glenn to sleep, you tossed and turned throughout the night while occasionally waking up in a pool of sweat. Night terrors weren’t new to you especially after your first experience with the dead, but last night was different. Instead of replaying reality, you dreamt of everyone in the camp being mauled by walkers while you stood and watched in horror, unable to do anything. Another dreadful nightmare had you all alone, surrounded by dozens of the flesh-eating monsters and there was no way out of the herd.

Before you could be devoured, you were awakened by shuffling and light curses coming from behind you, obviously being Glenn trying to keep quiet. You didn’t want to get up and face the day or even talk to anyone, so you kept your position and acted like you were still asleep, trying to contain your sobs. Moments later, the sound of the flap of the tent filled your ears followed by silence, indicating that you were now alone.

Finally by yourself, you lifted both of your palms to your face, wiped the tears that managed to escape and rubbed your eyes to prevent anymore from being released. You then curled up and cocooned yourself in your thin blanket and stared at the side of tent. The thought of closing your eyes or going back to sleep scared you, you didn’t want to imagine anything else, reality was already terrifying enough.

You’d suffered from depression for as long as you could remember, so isolating yourself was probably not the smartest idea, but it was what you always did.  Everyone knew you to be strong, courageous and selfless, but with no else around, you felt weak and terrified.

All of a sudden, someone entered the tent, but you kept your orbs still trained ahead still not wanting to communicate with anyone. The repetition of your name in that distinct voice you learned to know was something you knew you couldn’t ignore even if your mind told you to.

“I’m awake,” your voice rasped as you peered over your shoulder to see what you expected, the hunter you grown to like even if he didn’t give you a reason to. You turned your attention back to the side of the tent as quick as you looked away from it hoping he would leave you alone now that he knew you were up, but it was mute until his gravelly voice broke the silence.

“Glenn said I’d find ya here.” Your brows furrowed as you wondered what his point was, but before you could question he spoke up, “ya forgot yer photo album last night.”

Your mind raced trying to remember last night when you were packing, you could’ve sworn you shoved the memories into your bag, but you realized you placed the album underneath his pillow. There was more movement behind you and you slowly turned around to see what Daryl was doing, but he wasn’t there anymore. You propped yourself up with your hands on the ground behind you to see that he left your photo album beside your belongings leaving you feeling guilty for not saying thank you.

The flash of light from the sun as you finally exited your tent greeted you, making you squint and cover your eyes while continuing to join everyone else. When you removed your hand, you saw Andrea in the same spot she was in last night, but with Lori getting up from her position beside her. The constant grunting peeled your eyes away from the scene in front of you to see the redneck plunging a pick axe into the dead to make sure they didn’t come back.

The sudden contact on your shoulder tore your staring eyes off of him to see Lori give a tight smile and greet you to which you returned, but your grin fell soon after, still not up for being around people right now. 

“She still won’t move?” Rick questioned as he joined you, Lori, Shane, Dale, and Carol near the fire while T-Dog and Glenn were busy throwing bodies into another.

“She won’t even talk to us. She’s been there all night, what do we do?” Lori inquired.

You scoffed, earning looks from everyone, “what do you expect? Of course, she isn’t going to talk to anyone, she just saw her sister take her last breath right in front of her.”

Rick nodded, but muttered that he would tell her how it was. You knew it wasn’t a good idea to try and talk to her and you were proven right as Andrea whipped around with her pistol aimed at your best friend. You faltered and your eyes widen, not expecting that reaction even though you knew she wouldn’t pull the trigger. Rick apologized and backed off causing the blonde to continue what she had been doing all night, stare and grieve for her younger sister.

Daryl decided to take a break a few minutes ago and said Amy was a ticking time bomb, even suggested to take the shot from where you all were. Even though he had some truth to what he was saying, you couldn’t do that to Andrea as you imagined yourself in her shoes, hell you’d been in her shoes. After hearing protest from Lori and shrugs from everyone else, he huffed before walking away and started helping Morales clear out the rest of the bodies.

You decided to pitch in and help discard the bodies, so you made your way over to a corpse before watching the two men pick up one of the people that was from your group, about to throw them in with the rest of the dead, but Glenn questioned what they were doing and your people should go somewhere else.

“What’s the difference? They’re all infected,” the hunter shrugged.

“Our people go in that row over there,” Glenn pointed, “we don’t burn them! We bury them, understand?” he cried out. After his outburst, they started to make there way to drop off the body where Glenn had directed, but Daryl had to make a snarky comment on how you all had it coming for leaving his brother for dead. His remark left you disappointed, you thought what you said in that alleyway had gotten through to him somehow and he wouldn’t blame or at least forgive you and the rest. You could read people well, but with him it seemed impossible. One minute he’s bearable to be around, but then he’d be a dick the next.

You proceeded to get back to what you were doing and crouched down, gripping the corpse’s biceps to drag them over to the fire since it wasn’t one of your people. The body was pretty light and you were fine to lug the body, but Jim felt the need to help and you didn’t refuse since it was a nice gesture. Just as you were about to lift the dead weight, you noticed blood had seeped through his shirt.

“Hey, Jim, you bleeding?”

He glanced down, but shrugged it off, “I just got some on me from the bodies.”

You averted your eyes to the side while dryly chuckling before looking back at him, his bullshit lie wasn’t going to be dismissed from you. You were very observant person and definitely not naive, plus you were a cop for god’s sake.  

“That blood looks fresh to me and it doesn’t look like it splattered on the outside, it bled through your shirt from the inside, so don’t try to lie to me, Jim.”

“Were you bit?” Jacqui inquired worriedly as she overheard the conversation.  

“No, I got scratched during the attack.”

“Jim,” you sternly said while cautiously stepping closer to him, “you changed your story … you’re clearly lying.”

“Please, don’t say anything,” he begged. You hurriedly grasped the hem of his shirt and lifted it to reveal a bite mark on his abdomen. Jacqui started to announce that he was bitten while you let go of his shirt and stepped back with your hands on the top of your head, tugging at your hair. Everyone had stopped what they were doing and your reaction was enough for them not to demand the truth when it was evident on your face.

Everyone gathered around to discuss what to do with Jim and Daryl’s suggestion didn’t surprise you one bit as he opted for striking him and Amy with a pickaxe, problem solved. If only if it were that easy. There had to be another option, but you weren’t hopeful that there was one.

“What if we can get him help? Y/N, remember we heard that the C.D.C. was working on a cure?” Rick reminded you, your eyes occupied the ground with doubt before you made contact with his.

“I’m sorry to be a downer, but I honestly don’t think there is anything we can do for him. I highly doubt that the C.D.C. created a cure, let alone still standing. Who’s to say that anyone survived either?”

“I agree with Y/N on this one man, that is quite a stretch.”

You couldn’t help but to feel relieved that someone understood where you were coming from especially it being Shane. The two of you being Rick’s best friends should hopefully convince him that going there wouldn’t be the best option, unfortunately you were mistaken.

“Why? If there’s any government left, any structure at all, they’d protect the C.D.C. at all costs. Wouldn’t they? I think it’s our best shot with shelter, protection, rescue-”

“Okay, Rick, you want those things, all right? I do too, okay? Now if they exist, they’re at the army base, Fort Benning.”

You were stunned, “You want to go to Fort Benning? No, hell no,” you objected, shaking your head as you crossed your arms.

“Why the hell are you so against on going there? It’s away from the hot zone and if it’s still operational, then it’ll be heavily armed, we’ll be safe there,” Shane retorted.

“The military were the first people the government called to try and contain this thing, trust me I would know, so I also know they got overrun, plus Fort Benning is a hundred miles away in the other direction. I’d rather go to the C.D.C. than try my chances there,” you scoffed.

Before either of your best friends could utter another word, Daryl shouted about taking care of the problem and moved towards Jim while raising his pickaxe. Daryl’s actions were quickly prevented as Rick had raced behind him before cocking his revolver to the hothead’s temple.

“We don’t kill the living,” Rick said as Shane positioned himself between Jim and Daryl while you didn’t move an inch thinking you wouldn’t be much help. There was no way in hell that he could kill Jim without a bullet piercing through his own head.

Daryl lowered the weapon and stared back at Rick who did the same, “that’s funny coming from a man who just put a gun to my head.”

“We may disagree on some things, but not on this one. You put it down, go on,” Shane requested. Daryl obliged with a grunt and slammed the pickaxe down as he stormed off.

***

Rick had taken Jim into Dale’s RV to prevent him from getting an axe to his skull and urged him to rest. There was nothing else better to do, so you continued to pile the dead in the fire and the ones that you lost that night in rows to bury them later. After hauling the rest of the walkers into the flames, you watched as they burned and remembered that they were just like you once. People who had friends and family, people who went to work everyday, people who had hobbies…  people who didn’t expect the damn apocalypse to happen. Movement in your peripheral brought you out of your zoned state to see Lori had strided over to you, offering you her bottle of water.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, quickly taking a gulp, the warm liquid hydrating your dry throat before you handed it back to her. The last time you had something to drink was when you were with Morgan, come to think of it that was the last time you ate as well. Too many things were happening for you even to process you were starving, but you chose to still ignore it, after lugging bodies all day, you didn’t have much of an appetite.   

She hummed while retrieving the water back, but didn’t retreat back to where she came from like you thought she would. You knew she wanted tell you something, so you sighed while still keeping your eyes on the fire, “spit it out, Lori.”

“I didn’t want to bring it up and I still don’t think I should, but I remembered that you were on a camping trip with Chris and Jolene when all this happened,” she trailed off.

“Yeah, you’re right, you shouldn’t have brought it up,” you harshly said before walking off to sit on the steps of the RV after walking passed Daryl who witnessed the conversation. 

You weren’t ready to open up to anyone and confess what happened that night, not even to Rick who probably had questions since he was aware that they were killed by walkers. That night still haunts you and you weren’t done grieving even after all this time. You told yourself all the time that it’d get better, but that doesn’t seem true now.

Discarding bodies with aching bones and bruises was not a smart choice and it was starting to become more apparent as you sat with your elbows resting on your parted knees. You stretched your limbs and rubbed your face as you felt stress surfacing as you thought about where you and everyone else would travel to, if you could find Jim help, and just being in this fucked up world period.

Instead of listening to your thoughts like you always seemed to do, you figured you would look at what everyone else was doing. Rick and Shane were standing near a car probably discussing on where to go to next, Dale and Carol were over by the cook fire, but once you glanced at Andrea you had to take a double take. Amy’s hand had twitched and her lids opened to reveal her dead pupils, you reluctantly peered over at the others to see that they were seeing what you saw.

Amy’s fingertips caressed Andrea’s face before her hand gripped onto her hair, that was when you slowly stood up with your hand hovering over your pistol, afraid that Andrea’s emotions would get the best of her and she’d end up dead. Her sister used her hair to heave herself up, but Andrea kept her face away while still talking to her before she aimed her gun at Amy’s head and pulled the triggered making you flinch slightly. Witnessing that made you glad that you didn’t stick around to see your aunt turn, seeing her dead was scarring enough.

On the hilltop, you joined Rick and Shane in digging more graves to keep yourself busy despite your body aching all over and the tension between the three of you. The constant sound of shoveling dirt was the only thing that filled the dead silence until Rick asked Shane to say what was on his mind clearly feeling that he had something to say.

Shane leaned on his shovel when you glanced up, but you continued to dig, letting them hash it out. “I’m thinking if you’d of stayed here, if you’d looked after your own … instead you went off and took half our manpower with you. I’m thinking maybe our losses wouldn’t have been so bad,” he shrugged.

“If we hadn’t gone off and brought those guns back when we did, I think our losses would have been worse, maybe the entire camp,” Rick argued.

You stopped digging, “some of us volunteered to go with him, Shane. This would’ve happened even if we didn’t go, people died … there’s no point in you two arguing about it because it happened and there’s no going back and changing it. So can we just go back to getting these graves done, so we can give them a proper burial?”

The two men looked at each other with straight faces until the corner of their mouths twitched up before going back to work making you confused, “um, excuse me … what was that about?”

Shane formed a big grin while Rick chuckled, “it’s just that you always know what to say to put us in our place.”

“And I’m always right,” you winked while a smile grew on your face earning even more laughs. As you guys started to get back to work, Daryl drove a pickup truck and backed up with bodies littering the truck bed causing your fits of joy to quickly simmer down. He got out a slammed the door shut before striding over to where you were.

“I still think it’s a mistake not burning these bodies. It’s what we said we’d do, right? Burn ‘em all, wasn’t that the idea?”

“At first,” Shane said.

Daryl grunted, “the Chinaman gets all emotional, says it’s not the thing to do, we just follow him along? These people need to know who the hell’s in charge here, what the rules are.”

“I don’t understand what the big deal is,” you huffed. “It’s not like they’re going to rise up from the dead because we bashed their heads in to make sure that doesn’t happen. I know for damn sure I’m not digging these graves for nothing, so we’re burying them.”

“Oh and last time I checked there were no rules,” you added.

Rick and Shane broke out into laughter and you shook your head while smiling, trying to finish the grave you were working on.

“What the hell y’all laughin’ at?!” Daryl annoyedly asked, clearly confused.

“Nothing, man, looks like it’s not just us she does it to,” Shane managed to say as he chuckled. The hunter, still confused, grunted once again as he stomped back to the truck causing you to smile once again. What you didn’t see was that when Daryl entered the pickup truck, he smiled too, seeing you happy made him happy and he didn’t know why.  

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WONDERS // supernatural

CHARACTERS: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, reader!cousin Winchester

WARNINGS: None.

WORD COUNT: 1, 519 (according to Wattpad)

SUMMARY: You just lost your four-year-old son and you were devastated. So Dean decided to take you on a trip (holiday in the context).

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is based on The Script’s song Wonders. It’s from their new album called Freedom Child that was released earlier this month. Click here for lyrics video, and here for lyrics only.

It was daylight, but you didn’t care what time it was as you stared at the floor emptily. Your arms wrapped around your knees that you brought close to your chest. You are physically there, but your mind was not. It was somewhere in the memories of yours with your, dead four-year-old son. It was happening too fast, that those fours years and all those memories you both made, weren’t enough.

One of your older cousins, Dean Winchester was in the same room with you. He was sitting across from you on another couch, watching you not moving in your seat. He watched you with sympathy because he understands the feeling of losing someone. He also watched you in anger because he hates to see you lifeless even though you are, practically, not. He watched until he saw one drop of tear rolled down your cheek, that you didn’t notice.

“That’s it!” he suddenly spoke, causing you to jump on your seat. He snapped you away from your own world, and you looked up to see him standing opposite you, towering you. He looked really angry, but you didn’t feel guilty at all.

“We’re going out,” he said, looking at you with creased on his forehead. Well, it’s Dean. He always had that creased forehead and straight face. You’re used to seeing him being serious that the time when he smiles and laughs, it looks bizarre.

“Oh,” you said in your head, relieved because you thought he wanted to be angry at you again. Before this, he threw everything at you, like it’s your fault to feel sad after losing your son.

“Okay,” you said this aloud that it reached his ears. You didn’t think that he meant you along, so you weren’t asking questions.

You continued sitting in your seat, finding back the memory where you stopped imagining with your son before Dean interrupted you. This attitude of yours worried Sam and Dean so much because they were afraid that you were going to go insane. Seeing you being submitted to the psychotic hospital is not their plan.

Dean stood there, staring at you in confusion. “(Y/n), didn’t you hear me? We’re going out.”

“And I said, okay,” you answered him.

“I mean, three of us, you idiot. Including you.”

This time, you turned to him with a shock. Your wet eyes shone like that crystal silhouette on the pool. There were still tears at the brim of your eyes, but as you blinked, they slowly dried. “What?”

“You heard me,” Dean said. “Go pack your bags; we’re going on a holiday.”

“A holiday?” you asked in confusion, really chuckling at his idea of going on a holiday. “Since when you’re up to holidays?”

Because trip is too mainstream. Dean wanted to answer that, but he didn’t knowing you’re not in your best mood; and he wasn’t either. He was still in his serious mode seeing you hurt like this.

Dean stared at you with the question you enquired him. But you didn’t understand what he wanted to tell you through the look. Your mind was zero. If you watched Spongebob Squarepants, the episode where Squidward asked him to empty his mind and he, literally, emptied his mind...well, your mind was kind of like that.

After awhile, looking at how dumb and blur you are, Dean finally sighed, scratched the back of his neck and took a seat in front of you. He felt it hard to talk to you without getting any response from you nowadays. At this moment, you didn’t know, that Sam came approaching you two. But he stopped at the door, leaning his side against it and watched his big brother giving you some advise.

“(Y/n),” he called as he looked you in the eyes. But your were so blur that you didn’t expect what he wanted to say to you. “These pass few weeks have been so rough with you, I know, I understand. Daniel wasn’t your one and only son, but he’s also me and Sam’s sunshine. We love him just as much as you do. But, how about we forget him for awhile? A week doesn’t hurt, right?”

Dean saw how your eyes began to water again. It broke him. He could feel his heart broken into two. You looked away as if to hide from him that you’re crying. You shook your head as you sniffled and wiped your eyes.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Dean was still trying to win your agreement. “Look, Sam and I love you so much. You’re more than just a cousin to us. After we’ve been through together, you’re our sister. We can’t see you like this, (y/n). It hurts us, you know.”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t?” Dean questioned. He wanted to yell at you, to wake you up from your dreams, but he didn’t dare.

“He’s right, (y/n),” Sam agreed with his big brother, walking into the room with his arms crossed on his chest when you didn’t answer Dean’s question. You both turned to him, didn’t expect him to be home this early because he said he was out to meet his old friend from college.

Sam sighed as he took a seat on the low coffee table beside you. “Let’s do the things we never done,” Sam spoke, in which didn’t surprise you or Dean at all because he was known to a little bit of a rebellious kid. “What you wanted to do? Where do you want to go? Rome? China? You want to climb a mountain?” Sam smiled. “Or you want to head to Vegas?”

“None,” you answered softly, under your breath as you played with your fingers. But what you told them was not entirely the truth. Sometimes, you do feel like going out to see the world, to forget about your problems for a moment, but the thought of forgetting your son makes you think you’re betraying him. That’s why you refused to leave the little town.

Dean chuckled sarcastically. “You can’t say that.”

“Why?” You gave Dean your puppy dog face.

“Because that’s not you!” he exclaimed. “(Y/n) that I know is up to every adventure her cousins come up with even though they’re stupid. She won’t say no even though it’s risky and dangerous. Even though she knows she’d get beat up with wild animals.”

“Well, I guess (y/n) that you know is not here anymore.”

“No-”

“Before it’s our turn to be six foot under, why not we see the eight world wonders?” Dean was still persuading you. “Like Sam says, we do the things we never done. You must have your bucket lists, right?”

You nodded your head.

“So let’s do them. Let you mark them on your bucket list.”

“Yeah, but...” You glanced at the brothers. “I don’t want to leave Daniel. I don’t want to forget him.”

“We’re not forgetting him forever, (y/n). Just for a moment,” Sam said. “We’ll get on that airplane, go somewhere. Let’s be little kids once more, laughing like we’re on the playground.”

“You know what, (y/n), if you don’t want to move, I’ll drag you. I will seriously drag you out,” Dean said seeing you still not giving the response he wanted. “I don’t want to go through gates of heaven thinking what might have missed. Sure, Daniel might miss travelling with us, but he’s four years old and already in Heaven.”

“And we know you’re not scared of taking risks, (y/n), so how about now we pack and leave for awhile?” Sam added.

“Are you sure you want to go, Dean?” You looked at Dean skeptically. “I thought you’re scared of flying.”

“For you, I would do anything,” Dean answered though he was not entirely honest. He tried to hide his panic expression. Even though you didn’t see it (you used to see it, but now, your mind is clouded with the thought of your son), Sam sees it and he tried his best to hide his sarcastic smile.

You sighed, seeing how right your cousins were. “Okay,” you said. “I’ll go pack.”

And you stood up, slowly leaving the brothers to your room to pack and to take a shower. It’s not like you haven’t showered in days, but you haven’t showered today because you know you are not going anywhere --- and there’s no reason to. While you go settle with yourself, Sam and Dean had a little argument downstairs.

“Dude, what if she really wants to go to Rome? Or China? Or those places you mentioned?” Dean asked anxiously, looking at his brother in annoyance. He hates to lie to you, but he cannot see you acting like a living corpse. And his original intention was to bring you out of town, like going to the beach or to the country so you can ride horses because that’s what you love when you were a kid. But when Sam mentioned about going abroad and flying, he couldn’t say no to that because he knew you love to do that as well.

Sam smirked. “Guess we’re flying.” He shrugged.

“No, Sammy!” Dean scolded his little brother. “You know I’m afraid of flying! Why must you mention that?”

“Because it’s fun to scare you sometimes.” Sam continued to smirked, and laughed when Dean gave him a look between angry and scared. “Come on, let’s pack.”