#I am also as big as bitchface

[kieshartzishere]

Cat's out of the bag, I am actually the hidden Team Crafted member this whole time and I am better than [REDACTED]

[kelpiemomma]

rolling khan meeting emmet in the future around in my head

[onboardsorasora]

Ok, I saw this post and laughed soooo hard, and I couldn't let it go. So here is some crack.

Max glared at Vicky as she sighed long-sufferingly. He didn’t think he understood the words she just told him. By the look on her face he knew this wasn’t a marketing joke– but boy did he wish it was.

“You are not serious.” He deadpanned, blue eyes flat.

“As an engine failure, Max.” She shrugged. “Because Sky took umbrage to what you said, the FIA are penalizing you for breaking the sporting code. So your punishment is to do the grid walk before the race today or get a 10-place grid penalty.” 

“Ten places is just exorbitant.” Max tch’d.

“You said that Sky are a bunch of wankers sucking off the stewards who don’t care about real racing on a hot mic.” It was Vicky’s turn to be deadpan. “I’ve seen no less than ten tiktoks with that audio.”

“Of course, I will just take the grid drop then.” Max shrugged, folding his arms. 

“I already spoke to Hannah and GP and they strongly suggest just doing the grid walk. You only have to talk about the car and four celebs. That's it.” She bartered, Max tch’d again.

“This is ridiculous. I, of course, am still correct about their caring about real racing.” He complained.

“There’s like a bunch of celebs on the grid, just talk to four you don’t know then you can jump in the car and drive.” 

“Fine.”

“And no cursing or calling anyone an idiot.”

“.....fine.”

— - —

Max stood in front of the cameraperson and producer, glaring down the lens with this flat bitchface pout. His racing suit was done up, post anthem, Martin stood beside him grinning gleefully. 

“Hello Max, lovely of you to join us today on the grid walk.” Martin sounded chuffed and Max wanted to bite him.

“Lovely to be here Martin.” Max smiled in the way he did when he was forced to do stupid marketing videos. He saw Vicky biting her manicured thumb out of the corner of his eyes. Martin was rambling on about something and then pointed to Max expectantly. 

Max looked at him for a moment before turning and walking away. He stood in the path of someone trying to take a picture in front of the Ferrari that was lined up beside his RB20.

“Hello, who are you?” Max asked, pressing the mic in their direction. The yet to be named celebrity did a double take before smiling widely in excitement. 

“You are Max! Stellar driving yesterday man!”

“Lovely. Thank you.” Max turned and walked away, the producer and cameraperson rushed to catch up with him. “That is one.” Max muttered before stopping again beside a woman.

“Hello, who are you?” He asked again. The blonde woman smiled.

“Hello Max, my name is Margot Robbie, big fan.”

Max smiled a little, “oh you are Australian? Daniel is also Australian. Lovely.” Max walked away.

“You are supposed to interview them, talk about the cars.” A producer said in his ear, Max shook his head– no one said anything about interviews. 

“That is two.” Max said instead. He walked towards his car and pointed to it. “This is my car. It is lovely, we are of course on pole today.” He turned and pointed to the gleaming red Ferrari. “Charles is p2.” He turned around again and waved to the cars behind them. “Of course, all of the other cars are there. I, of course, cannot go all the way back there because it is almost race time and this is st– Daniel qualified p5, lovely for him. Hello Daniel.” Max grinned when Daniel stopped beside him and tugged his headphones off his ears.

“Hello Maximus, have they finally recruited you for Sky?” Daniel joked and Max laughed.

“You know they are always trying.” 

“Don’t stay too long on this side gig yeah, can’t have you doing all these side quests and still winning everything.” Daniel winked and patted Max’s shoulder before walking off. Max watched him go with a blushy head tilt, touching where Daniel touched him.

The producer cleared their throat in Max’s ear, his bitchpout returned. “That is three.” Max muttered.

“That doesn’t count, he’s a driver.”

“Daniel, of course, is also a celebrity.” Max pointed out before stopping infront of someone else. “Hello, who are you?”

“Good afternoon Max, Barack Obama here–”

“Lovely. That is four.” Max turned to the camera and raised a brow. Martin popped up beside him, melting out of the crowd. The cameraperson turned to him just as Vicky and three other RedBull personnel came to stand beside Max. 

Max yanked the headphones off of his ears and turned away, he nodded at Barack Obama and walked over to his car to complain to GP. 

Max won the race by 40 seconds and ignored all Sky Sports questions in the pressers.

[bonefall]

Anything planned for Whitetail? She’s bland in canon but I do love her

BB!Whitetail is so... I want to study her.

To begin with, she was an apprentice during the WindClan Massacre.

(Her mentor was not Onewhisker btw, he was too young)

She had two siblings, Graypaw and Blackpaw.

Graypaw was killed that night. Their mother, Sorrelcharm, probably also died.

Suddenly being thrust from her home and losing half of her family messed with her. Obviously. Who wouldn't feel this way

She has a perpetual sense of waiting for the "other shoe to drop." Like no home is truly safe, and it's a matter of time before the next big move.

Unfortunately... she's not totally wrong. Blackfur was either killed by TigerClan or a mine collapse. They were forced onto the Great Journey. Mudclaw's Civil War resulted in a raging inferno across the moor. Whitetail gets commended for how reliable and even-headed she is in the face of disaster, but it's because her mind is expecting the worst case scenario ALL the time.

Her personality is intense and orderly, only kept back by the fact she's a hopeless romantic.

PROFOUND sense of whimsy. She gives off a chilling air of seriousness, which stops people from discovering that she can be a real mush.

(Girlie galloping through the moor who whips off-course, as if she caught a glimpse of prey in her eye, only to have taken a short detour to crash through a puffy dandelion.)

When they all got to the lake, she had a brief fling with Onestar. She liked a lot about him-- his new status, yes, but also that when they were together they were just having fun. It was easy.

But... he didn't want it to continue romantically. He turned cold one day when the subject of kits came up.

They broke the unofficial relationship off unofficially, but a short while later he spoke to her again to arrange an honor siring.

He wanted to raise his kittens alone. Whitetail was willing to help him do that, as long as it could be known that she sired them. And that if the kittens wanted to know her-- they could do so.

But still, she didn't understand why he'd turned so suddenly. Not until much, much later.

But before then, she ended up developing an unlikely bond with Brushblaze.

Probably because they'd both been turned down by Onestar, funny enough. They were talking smack one day about failed relationships and it kinda clicked.

Whitetail: "Like idk, was it something I said? Am I the problem"

Brushblaze: "no, you're fine. He's the problem."

Voted WindClan's Most Intimidating Couple, between Whitetail's aura and Brushblaze's resting bitchface

They have two kittens together; Smokehaze and Galerunner. Around the time of their birth, Heathertail decided she wanted to take Whitetail up on the offer that had existed since she was born.

Brushblaze was a personal friend of hers for a long time, she wanted to know Whitetail, and she would like to experience what it's like to be a sister.

Sadly, Brushblaze didn't live to see his kittens become warriors, but Whitetail did.

Whitetail's BIGGEST personal failure interpersonally was, sadly, Breezepaw.

They were an awful match. Every wreckless action he took would badly set off her anxiety, which expressed as her snapping at him.

No matter how hard she tried to have patience with him, or how many times she scolded him to be more careful, it never ever worked.

On his end, the more visibly upset Whitetail became with him, the worse it made his fear of rejection. He was driven to do more and more dangerous acts to prove himself, which only served to make his mentor worse.

But ultimately, Whitetail was the mentor in this situation. She really tried, but she failed him as a teacher. They don't have the close bond that most apprentice/mentor relationships do, and Breezepelt only got lonelier.

For a while, Breeze felt like Brushblaze was "against him" for falling for his terrible mentor. It made it easy to reject his friend's advice when he said stuff like, "don't join the strange cult in the woods" and "this darktail bloke's a bit funny"

I think Whitetail has come a long way and is a much wiser person now than she was while she was Breezepelt's mentor... but.

She's cordial and accepting of Breezepelt now because it's what Brushblaze would have wanted. She doesn't trust him.

In fact she feels right about this. In her mind;

"Breezepelt needs to feel like part of the Clan, it's what Brushblaze would have wanted. Everyone deserves to feel safe, and more than that, this is the best way to neutralize him. When he's making soup and raising kittens, he's not hurting anyone... but he's had more chances than anyone here. Yeah I was harsh on him when he was a child, but he's made plenty of bad choices as an adult. I'm not being cruel or holding a grudge to keep him at a distance from Galepaw and Smokepaw... I'm being realistic. Brushblaze died to rescue him. I'm not going to lose more family to be nice."

This hurts Breezepelt... but it's fair. He tries not to think about it too much. He's learned the hard way that the people who will never like you anyway matter MUCH less than the people who love you.

I also don't really see a need to kill Whitetail off yet, because she makes a really good elder imo. She's practical but still likes to have fun, and is capable of giving really good analysis.

[outpost51]

The 51 Post

Figured I'd start some kind of digest!

Contents:

Things You Might Have Missed

This Week's Jams

WIP Breakdowns

From the Skwad

Around the 'Blr

Things You Might Have Missed:

I've got a taglist form now! Because who doesn't love a good form?

BRHP: Chapter 14 posted; Atria learns the meaning of touch starvation and really, really misses her dad.

WIP Intro: Caught in the Crossfire (18+)

WIP Intro: The Arsonist Chronicles (18+)

WIP Whenever (Open Tag): BRHP chapter 15 snippet; pop pop is having a time time

Crossing Over: the 5th entry into the Lighthouse in the Fog shorts; a new player has entered the fray, and a familiar face reappears.

Vampire Council lore and vampire origins lore

Aria/Omega snippety snip

This Week's Jams:

friends like these || Brassie [spotify/youtube]

Little Girl Gone || CHINCHILLA [spotify/youtube]

EVERGREEN || PVRIS [spotify/youtube]

Eyes on Fire || Gold Souls [spotify/youtube]

WHEN THE PARTY'S OVER || Cami Petyn [spotify/youtube]

Lizard Lady || Laura Doggett [spotify/youtube]

WIP Breakdowns:

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Chapter 15 should be coming out later today, with 16 slated for release sometime late this week or early next week. I'm finally in the chapters that don't require a ton of rewrites; most of what I've been doing is adding content. The whole thing is outlined through chapter 30 though! Since this is my entry for WIP Big Bang, updates will "stop" at chapter 18, since that's what I had published before the rewrites. After that, you'll have to wait for the release date! Which also means I have to wait for the release date for the serotonin, and that's going to be a nightmare.

Unlikely Adventures of Bitchface and Go F*ck Yourself

At this point, it's just a matter of making myself work on it. About a third of chapter 9 is written and the entirety of Act II is outlined.

Blinding Neon, Shades of Grey

nervous laughter

Stellar Parallax

Fuck, I missed this WIP. I missed Jane especially, she's so fun to write -- I'm about a third of the way into chapter 9 and it seems to be flowing pretty well? I just wanna get to the part where she and Saren beat the shit out of each other LMAO

Lighthouse in the Fog

Dunno if y'all saw, but the lighthouse keeper stories have a tag and a tentative title now! It's going to remain as a series of loosely connected shorts, and that may very well be what I end up doing with Xatal as well. Anyway, we have some lore groundwork laid! Look out for the 6th short later today!

In the Works

I still have questions in my inbox that I am absolutely getting to! I've also got a bunch of unanswered tags in my drafts and Notion. Losing a week and a half of planned answer time threw my schedule WAY off. Submission for SSSC #006 is in the planning stage. Hannah and the MILF Squad Get Up To No Good is about 30% written and fully outlined. I have... so many Kryterius prompts left to fill, and so many more spotify wrapped prompts left, send help. Still working on separating out the Daddy Issues smutshots, hoping to finish up the rewrites for the F!Shali one before the end of July. TIPYNTS is most likely going to come out in October, and by then I'm hoping to have a backlog of chapters to make posting more consistent.

From the Skwad:

Door's always open! 18+ writing server for both fanworks and original works! Camp is starting soon! We also have a flash fiction challenge and three bingo cards running until the end of the month!

@teamdilf continues to absolutely baffle me with her productivity here we go: A Cheesy Situation is now complete, ch 16 of Alice's Adventures in Andromeda is live, ch 18 of The In-Laws and the Grandparents is live, A Night in the IKEA dropped which I'm absolutely dying over, and that's not even all of it. holy shit J i don't know how you do it but i'll have whatever you're having thx

@thetrashbagswasteland dropped ch 4 of the Sunseeker rewrite and I'm adsfdafdadsf yes. thank you king

@sparatus is tearing me to fucking pieces with Make Less the Depth of Grief. i hate you (i love you)

@uraniumwriting also obliterated me with their FFF entry.

@wrathbites is back and I'm literally beside myself I missed the Vampire AU so fucking much.

oops @commander-krios got me invested in Star Wars please look at this.

@starknstarwars updated Smuggler's Ruin aaaaaaaaaaaaa

A few of our members participated in Shenko Summer!! @dandenbo wrote Volta and @mrsd-writes wrote both We Got Here the Hard Way and Forever Home!

@regalbois dropped a new original oneshot and has been going bananas over Bioshock lately and gifting us MORE mlm deliciousness, ch 3 of Magnum Opus went live last night.

@inflarescent has a new wippppp aaaaaaa -- intro post for The Roulette Paradox here!

@discoeffect updated Far From Any Road and I am devouring the first book so I can read this one!!

Around the 'Blr:

Have you checked out the Writeblr Directory or Writeblr Cafe yet?

I'm literally still thinking about @captain-kraken's Heitha translator.

@void-botanist dropped some witch lore I'm eating with a spoon.

@tc-doherty ALSO popped off with the conlang.

The dates IRL are lining up with the dates in @elshells's Agent Ace EXCITING also a new chapter is dropping probably by the time I post this lmao

@liv-is dropped this GOLDMINE of relationship writing tips also TIL what Liv does for a living not sorry

@writernopal first of all made me absolutely CRY being sweet in the tags last night and also dropped an aasoaf 3 sneep while i was composing this thank you my friend i needed the energy snack

did y'all see Find the Word XVIII from @artdecosupernova-writing i'm going FERAL

@tabswrites's Silver Sentinels has a second chapter, I am VIBRATING

@oh-no-another-idea just slid in with this little diddy that i LOVE.

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Outpost Updates Taglist: @tabswrites @writernopal @freedominique @asher-orion-writes @liv-is @starknstarwars @captain-kraken

Ask to +/- in the tags, replies, DMs, or HERE!

[aspenmissing]

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

The Impala cruises down a country road.

"Yeah. You probably missed something, that's what" Dean says.

"Dude, I ran LexisNexis, local police reports, newspapers, I couldn't find a single red flag. Are you sure you got the coordinates, right?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, I double checked. It's Fitchburg, Wisconsin. Dad wouldn't have sent us coordinates if it wasn't important Sammy" Sam starts getting frustrated.

"Well, I'm telling you I looked and all I could find was a big steamy pile of nothing. If Dad's sending us hunting for something I don't know what"

"Well maybe he's going to meet us there" Y/N says.

"Yeah. Cause he's been so easy to find up to this point"

"You're a real smart ass you know that? Don't worry I'm sure there's something in Fitchburg worth killing" Dean says.

"Yeah? What makes you so sure"

"Cause I'm the oldest, which means I'm always right" Dean says, Y/N raises her eyebrow.

"Second oldest" Y/N mutters.

"No, it doesn't"

"It totally does" Dean glances at Sam then looks back at the road with a little grin. The impala cruises past the sign for Fitchburg.

==

Sam leans against the Impala staring ahead. Dean and Y/N crosses to the road to him, Dean holding 2 coffees, Y/N holding one. Glasgow’s Diner can be seen in the background. Dean gives Sam a coffee.

"Well...the waitress thinks the local freemasons are up to something sneaky but other than that no one's heard about anything freaky going on"

"Y/N, you got the time?" The woman looks at her watch

"Ten after Four. Why?" She asks.

"What's wrong with this picture" Sam says, indicating ahead. Sam has been watching a playground. It is deserted, only one child climbing around.

"School's out, isn't it?" Dean asks

"Yeah. So where is everybody? This place should be crawling with kids right now" A woman sits on a park bench reading a magazine and Y/N approaches.

"Sure, is quiet out here"

"Yeah, it's a shame"

"Why's that?" Y/N asks

"You know, kids getting sick, it's a terrible thing" The woman says.

"How many?"

"Just five or six but serious, hospital serious. A lot of parents are getting pretty anxious. They think it's catching" They both watch the little girls playing by herself.

==

The three enter the County Memorial Hospital and approach the reception desk.

"Guys. Guys I am not using the ID"

"Why not" Dean asks

"Cause it says bikini inspector on it!" Y/N snorts.

"Don't worry she won't look that close all, right? Hell, she won't even ask to see it. It's all about confidence Sammy" Dean says, grinning. He spins Sam to face the desk and keeps walking. The receptionist looks up.

"Hi. I'm Doctor Jerry Caplin, Centres for Disease Control" Sam says.

"Can I see some ID?" The receptionist asks. Further down the corridor Dean sniggers. Y/N slaps his arm trying to shush him but also trying not to laugh. Sam throws Dean and Y/N a dirty look.

"Yeah of course" Sam quickly flashes his ID, holding his thumb over part of it "Now could you direct me to the paediatric ward please?"

"Okay well, just go down that hall, turn left and up the stairs" Sam approaches a grinning Dean and sniggering Y/N, giving them a major bitchface.

"See. I told you it would work" Dean says, still grinning. Sam glares at Dean and shakes his head irritably.

"Follow me. It's upstairs"

==

Sam, Dean and Y/N walk down the corridor. Dean looks into a room they pass. An old evil looking woman sitting in a wheelchair slowly turns her head to look at him. An inverted cross hang on her wall.

"Dean!" Sam calls. Dean follows Sam and Y/N, glancing back toward the room.

==

Sam, Dean and Y/N walk to a hospital corridor with a doctor.

"Well, thanks for seeing us, Dr. Hydecker" Y/N says.

"Well, I'm glad you guys are here. I was just about to call CDC myself. How'd you find out anyways?" Hydecker asks.

"Oh, some GP, I forgot his name, he called Atlanta and, uh, he must've beat you to the punch" Dean says.

"So, you say you got six cases so far?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, five weeks. At first, we thought it was garden variety bacterial pneumonia. Not that newsworthy. But now..."

"Now what?" Sam asks.

"The kids aren't responding to antibiotics. Their white cell counts keep going down. Their immune systems just aren't doing their job. It's like their bodies are ... wearing out"

"Excuse me, Dr Hydecker" A nurse says. The Nurse hands him some forms to look over and sign.

"You ever see anything like this before?" Y/N asks.

"Never this severe" Hydecker replies.

"And the way it spreads...that's a new one for me"

"What do you mean?" Sam asks.

"It works its way through families. But only the children, one sibling after another" The nurse says.

"You mind if we interview a few of the kids?" Dean asks.

"They're not conscious"

"None of them?"

"No" The nurse says.

"Can we, uh, can we talk to the parents?"

"Well, if you think it'll help."

"Yeah. Who was your most recent admission?"

==

A man sits on a chair against the wall, Sam, Dean and Y/N stand in front of him.

"I should get back to my girls" The man says.

"We understand that, and we really appreciate you talking to us. Now you say Mary is the oldest?" Y/N asks.

"Thirteen"

"Ok. And she came down with it first, right? And then..."

"Bethany, the next night"

"Within 24 hours?" Sam asks.

"I guess. Look, I, uh, I already went through all this with the doctor"

"Just a few more questions if you don't mind. How do you think they caught pneumonia? Were they out in the cold, anything like that?" Dean asks.

"No. We think it was an open window" The man replies.

"Both times?"

"The first time, I, I don't really remember but the second time for sure. And I know I closed it before I put Bethany to bed"

"So, you think she opened it?" Sam asks.

"It's a second story window with a ledge. No one else could've"

==

Sam, Dean and Y/N walk back down the corridor.

"You know this might not be anything supernatural. It might just be pneumonia"

"Maybe. Or maybe something opened that window. I don't know man, look, Dad sent us down here for a reason. I think we might be barking up the right tree" Dean says.

"I'll tell you one thing"

"What?" Y/N questions.

"That guy we just talked to? I'm betting it'll be a while before he goes home"

==

The three are looking around Bethany's room with an EMF.

"You got anything over there?" Sam asks.

"Nah, nothing" Y/N says.

"Yeah, me neither" Sam replies.

"Same" They kept checking. Sam moves to the window.

"Hey Dean? Y/N?" Sam asks

"Yeah" they say in unison.

"Uhm" Sam stares at the windowsill "You were right. It's not pneumonia" Dean and Y/N comes over and they stare at a handprint rotted into the wood "It's rotted. What the hell leaves a handprint like that?"

==Flashback==

At a motel room, a 10-year-old Dean is staring at a photo of a handprint. John comes out of the bedroom, loading his swan off.

"All right. You know the drill, Guys. Anybody calls, you don't pick up. If it's me, I'll ring once, then call back. You got that?" John asks.

"Mm-hmm. Only answer the phone unless it rings once first" Dean says.

"Come on, kid, look alive. This stuff is important"

"I know, it's just...we've gone over it like a million times and you know I'm not stupid"

"I know you're not, but it takes one mistake, you got that?" John continues gathering his things "All right, if I'm not back Sunday night...?"

"Call Pastor Jim"

"Lock the doors, the windows, close the shaded. Most important"

"Whatcha out for Sammy and Y/N" They both look to Sammy and Y/N, Y/N sprawled on the couch, Sammy cuddled into Y/N, watching cartoons on TV, Y/N sleeping.

"I know" Dean says.

"All right. If something tries to bust in?"

"Shoot first, ask questions later" John holds Dean's shoulder.

"That's my man"

==Flashback End==

Dean is staring at the window, looking a little sick.

"I know why Dad sent us here. He's faced this thing before. He wants us to finish the job"

==Time Skip==

The Impala pulls up to a motel office and they get out.

"So, what the hell is a shtriga?" Sam asks.

"It's...kinda like a witch, I think. I don't know much about 'em"

"Well, I've never heard of it. And it's not in Dad's journal"

"Dad hunted one in Fort Douglas, Wisconsin, about 16, 17 years ago. You were there. You don't remember" Y/N says.

"No"

"And I guess he caught wind of the things in Fitzburg now and kicked us the coordinates" Dean adds.

"So, wait, this..."

"Shtriga"

"Right. You think it's the same one Dad hunted before?" Dean and Y/N look at each other.

"Yeah, maybe"

"But if Dad went after it, why is it still breathing air?" Sam asks

"Cause it got away" Y/N says.

"Got away?" Dean starts getting frustrated.

"Yeah, Sammy it happened"

"Not very often"

"Well, I don't know what to tell ya, maybe Dad didn't have his Wheaties that morning" Dean says.

"What else do you remember?" Sam asks. Y/N shakes her head, shrugging.

"Nothin'. I was a kid all right?" Dean says, defensively. Dean enters reception and rings the bell. A boy of around 10-12 comes from the back room where a younger boy sits watching TV

"A king or two queens?" He asks. Dean glances back at Sam and Y/N.

"Two queens"

"Yeah, I'll bet"

"What'd you say"

"Nice car!" The boy smiles. A woman enters, smiling at them both.

"Hi" she says.

"Hi"

"Checking in?" The woman asks.

"Yeah" The woman turns to the boy.

"Ahh, do me a favour, go get your brother some dinner"

"I'm helping a guest!" She gives him a look and he grimace and turns to go. The boy looks at his Dean, while raising his eyebrow at Dean "Two queens" Dean fakes laughs.

"Funny kid"

"Oh, yeah. He thinks so. Will that be cash or credit?"

"You take MasterCard?" She nods "Perfect. Here you go" Dean watches through the door as the boy pours a glass of milk for his younger brother.

==Flashback==

Young Sam sits at the table. Young Dean pours him a glass of milk. Y/N's sitting next to them, looking at some pictures.

"When'd Dad gonna get back?" Sammy asks.

"Tomorrow" Dean says, grabbing a pot from the stove.

"When?" Dean pours the food from the stove into Sam's ball.

"I dunno, Sammy. He usually comes in late though. Now eat your dinner" Y/N says, rubbing Sammy's arm.

"I'm sick of spaghetti-ohs" Sammy wines.

"Well-You're the one who wanted 'em!" Dean says.

"I want lucky charms!"

"There's no more lucky charms" Dean says.

"I saw the box “Sam says.

"Okay, maybe there is but there's only enough for two bowls and we haven't had any yet" Sammy gives puppy dog eyes. Dean sighs, dumps out Sam's bowl in the trash and thumps the cereal box on the table instead. Y/N leans back into her chair as Sam reaches into the box and grabs the toy.

"D'you want the prize? “Sam says, holding it towards Dean. Y/N smiles softly, looking at Dean.

==Flashback End==

"Sir?" The woman says, holding out his card.

"Thanks" Dean replies, coming back to reality.

==

In their motel room, Sam is on his laptop. Dean is making himself and Y/N a coffee, passing her the coffee.

"Well, you were right. Heh. It wasn't very easy to find but you were right. Shtriga is a kind of which. They're Albanian, but legends about them trace back to Ancient Rome. They feed off spiritus vitae" Sam says, reading from his laptop.

"Spirit-what?" Dean asks.

"Vitae. It's Latin, translates to ‘breath of life'. Kinda like your life force or essence"

"Didn't the doctor say the kids' bodied were wearing out?" Y/N asks.

"It's a thought. you know she takes your vitality maybe your immunity goes to hell, pneumonia takes hold. Anyway, shtrigas can feed off anyone but they prefer..."

"Children" Dean finishes.

"Yeah. Probably because they have stronger life force. And get this. Shtrigas are '...invulnerable to all weapons devised by God and man"

"No, that's not right. She's vulnerable when she feeds" Dean says. Y/N looks at him while Sam continues

"If you catch her when she's eating you can blast her with consecrated wrought iron. Ahhh... buckshot’s or rounds I think"

"How do you two know that?"

"Dad told us. I remember"

"So, Huh. So uh, anything else Dad might have mentioned?"

"Nope, that's it" Dean says, Y/N shakes her head. Sam keeps staring at Dean and Y/N.

"What?" Y/N asks.

"Nothing. Okay. So, assuming we can kill it when it eats, we still gotta find the thing first, which aint gonna be a cakewalk. Shtrigas take on a human disguise when they're not hunting"

"What kinda human disguise?" Sam gets off the bed and walks over to the sink.

"Historically, something innocuous. Could be anything, but it's usually a feeble old woman, which might be how the witches as old crones legend got started" Dean crosses the room, and picks up some papers.

"Hang on"

"What?" Sam asks. Dean grabs a map.

"Check this out. I marked down all the addresses of the victims. Now these are the houses that have been hit so far, and dead centre?"

"The hospital"

"The hospital. Now when we were there, I saw a patient, an old woman"

"And old person, huh?" Sam asks.

"Yeah"

"In a hospital? Phew" Sam says shaking his head and sniggering, Y/N snorting.

"Well listen, smart-ass, she had an inverted cross hanging on her wall" Sam quickly looks up, serious. Dean raises an eyebrow at him while Y/N continues

[bluefiredrakka]

its one of those days and after seeing some posts of “Edeleth and Chrobin are kind of the same ship”

had one of those shower thoughts and was like, you know what the Edeleth fandom has some shit they should Learn from the Chrobin Fandom:

so heres a bunch of traits the Edeleth fandom need to absorb

1) its the same fucking ship regardless of which gender the MU/Robin is. M/M Chrobin and F/M Chobin is shipped similarly or exactly the same way. with the Edeleth fandom; if its not F/F its “not a valid way to ship it”. Bullshit, you guys are just assholes. be like Chrobin and respect other peoples preferences and reasons why they prefer either gender.

2) the general united love/stanning of the Lord of the ship. Chrobins all agree Chrom is a fuckin’ sweetheart Himbo, Edeleth fandom agrees Edelgard is a complex and deep character, but is suddenly “devalued” when she's shipped with a man, NO. who Edelgard dates does not change the fact that shes a complex character, also gentle reminder she's godamn BI, she is attracted to men too.

3) the you do you mutual respect mentality, in the beginning there was shit fights over F/M Chrobin and M/M Chrobin but after a little time everyone calmed down and came to the conclusion of; 1)  its the same fucking ship regardless of which gender the MU/Robin is. if you want to look for F/M chrobin? rad you go ship that ship. M/M Chrobin? its your ship man; sail it however you want. with the Edeleth fandom the “ew I saw Het” cooties phase has yet to die. if you could speed that up and Old yeller it in the backyard it’d be fantastic.

that is all and thank you for coming to my TEDtalk

[adhdeancas]

For the Saileen wedding festivities...

Cas and Dean are lying quietly in bed, settling in for the night early because (they’re old) they have to wake up early in the morning. More wedding stuff to be done, and Garth is coming over to start making centerpieces. It’s almost comical how quickly their lives turned around from fighting God from an underground bunker to arguing with a florist over the price of chrysanthemums (too damn much; Cas won that fight though). 

Cas snuggles closer, his head nudging under Dean’s chin, and sighs. “Oh, Sam asked me to be his best man today.” he says sleepily, trailing a finger up Dean’s softly padded ribs. 

“What?”

“Sam asked me to be his best man,” Cas repeats, confused, because he recognizes a less than positive tone in his husband’s voice. “For his wedding?”

Dean sits up suddenly and looks at him. “What? My brother asked you to be his best man? What the fuck?”

Cas squints at him. “Sam and I are very close friends, Dean. I don’t think it’s that extraordinary.”

Dean has a hand on his hip. This is not going well. “And what am I, huh? Chopped liver?” Cas opens his mouth to reply but Dean holds a hand up. “Don’t answer that. I’m his fucking brother, we’ve literally been to hell and back-” another more insistent hand up to hold against Cas’s interjection which was most certainly going to point out that he and Sam had also been to hell and back together. “Oh fuck no,” he climbs out of bed, already pulling on his pajama pants where he discarded them before getting in bed. 

“Dean, where are you going?”

“To talk to my brother.”

“Dean, it’s late and-”

“Cas, I’m going to talk to my brother. This is bullshit. You’re the one who’s always saying I should talk more, well,” Dean throws his hands up, and he would look adorable if he weren’t so angry, with his rucked up hair and pajama set and wild eyes. No, scratch that, he does look adorable. 

Cas rolls his eyes and gives up. “Okay, well, drive safely.”

Dean waves him off, already halfway out the door. 

------------------------

Sam is not expecting any visitors. 

He’s halfway down into his place next to Eileen on the couch, ready for his first ever viewing of The Exorcist (it hit too close to home growing up, but he and Eileen are working on picking up on the shit they missed out on because of hunting), when he hears someone pounding on the door like there’s been a murder. 

Given the fact that any of his friends and family members would be much calmer if there’d been a murder, he can assume it’s not that. Given the fact that they have a perfectly functioning doorbell six inches from their doorknob, Sam can guess who it is.

“Coming!” Sam rolls his eyes and turns to give Eileen an apologetic glance. 

One second - Dean’s at the door. He signs and leans in for a peck. She pulls him into a kiss that really should not happen right before he opens the door to his brother, but he’s not complaining when he pulls away after a few seconds. 

Hurry back. There is a devilish glint in her eyes that Sam recognizes.

Yes, ma’am. 

Sam leaves his fiancée with a scrunched up nose at being called ma’am and pulls open the front door. Dean freezes midair with his fist raised, halfway through another thudding knock. “What the fuck,”

Sam and Dean had made a deal after the first month post-chuck, and that deal included no non-emergency unplanned drop-ins after 8:00. Dean had agreed to it only after they both installed Life360 on their phones and got automated (and supernaturally modified) alarm systems for both their houses. So this was a breach. 

“You asked Cas to be your best man?”

Sam sighs. He should’ve known his brother would freak out over this. “Yeah, we’re-”

“I thought we were good, Sammy! I mean I know I was a little uptight at first, with the moving out and the figuring stuff with Cas out and all that, but I thought we figured that out! We did the boundaries and that shit, Sammy you took me to fucking couples’ therapy!”

“It wasn’t couples’ therapy, it was group therapy, and it was for both-”

“I don’t give a shit! And then you ask my husband to be your best man instead of me? Your own damn brother?”

Sam blinks. “Dean.”

“What? You got a problem, you come talk to me about it! Isn’t that what we fucking decided?”

“Dean, listen,”

“No, it’s bullshit!”

Sam sighs and closes the door behind them, backing Dean up onto the porch. The cool spring made him hug his arms close to his chest. If Sam didn’t know better, he’d say Dean was shivering, but he did know better, so he knew his brother was shaking. And that meant that he was actually really fucking nervous about this. Shit. “Dean, I didn’t ask you to be my best man because I want you to give me away.”

Dean blanches. There’s a beat of silence where they both just look at each other. “What?”

Sam shrugs, feeling weird about saying it now. “Yeah, well, Eileen said that walking down the aisle at the end made her feel like she was an animal at a circus, so we decided I would.” He pauses, sure Dean’s about to make fun of him for another gender non-conforming move at his wedding, but he’s still too shell-shocked to be a smart ass, apparently. “And generally, the person who walks down last has someone give them away…”

“Yeah, like their dad.”

Sam raises his eyebrows. “Yeah, I don’t think Dad and I are really there… yet.” Or that they ever will be, but there’s no need to go into that now. Dean always gets this constipated look on his face when they talk about John. “Besides, I kinda want the person to give me away to be the guy that raised me, so…” he shrugs again. “I want you to do it.”

Dean has gone completely silent and he’s staring up at Sam either like he kicked his puppy or he’s just named himself the Pope. 

“Uh, Dean?” He waves a hand in front of his face. “You in there? Breathe.”

Dean frowns at him but obeys and takes a deep, shuddering breath. “You want me to walk you down the aisle?” he whispers hoarsely. 

Sam laughs, recognizing his face for the I’m-trying-not-to-break-down-crying face now. “Yeah, man. You’re my big brother. Of course I want you in my wedding. I just… I want you to be in the right place.”

It takes another few seconds of staring, but then Dean breaks into a wide grin and pulls him into a bone-crushing hug. “Fuck, Sammy, of course I’ll give you away, you fucking princess,”

Sam barks out a breathless laugh, not even sure if Dean’s trying to insult him anymore with the pet-name. “Great.”

Dean pulls back. “Does this mean I don’t get to make a best man speech? Because I’ve already got half my jokes planned.”

Sam grins. “Unfortunately, you can still make a speech. Just keep the sex jokes to a minimum, okay?”

Dean chuckles. “That ain’t your call, Sammy. Eileen’s gonna love it.”

“Shit, so it’s gonna be really bad.” Dean winks at him. He’s gonna need to make sure he drinks before that speech. “Alright, now can you get off my fucking porch? I love you and all but you’re ruining date night.”

Dean rolls his eyes and pats him on the shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, old man, go and enjoy your boring old stay-in date night like the nursing home patient you are.”

Sam fixes him with a bitchface. “You act like I don’t know you’re about to go crawl into bed with your husband and go to sleep just so you can wake up early and do the crossword before Garth gets there.”

Dean freezes only a second, but Sam wins. “Shut up.” he says quickly, finally retreating back to where the Impala’s parked on the street. “Tell Eileen hi for me!” he adds excitedly. 

Sam grins and waves. It’s only when he’s going back inside to Eileen that it hits him how fucking lucky he is, to have a brother who cares so much and a family all around him like this. The love of his life sitting on her phone with a bowl of popcorn and m&ms in her lap waiting for him. He sits back down on the couch and signs Sorry about that - wedding stuff to Eileen. 

She rolls her eyes. He freaking out again? 

Always.

Such a brother-of-the-groom-zilla. 

Sam laughs and grabs a handful of popcorn, signing again once he’s stuffed it in his mouth. Ready to make demons fun again? 

Eileen nods, grinning. No talking about how you would hunt the monster better this time. 

Sam scoffs. Like you won’t. 

Eileen laughs and presses play.

[nanamis-bigtie]

congrats on 5k Bas! what a huge milestone! (and a well deserved one at that!) i would love to know a story about you or your day so far 👀

Thank you ❤

Mmm, my days lately are far from anything interesting. (Crunch, crunch, crunch, break for period, crunch.)

So, a story time?

You see, I have this random talent to randomly drop conqueror haki shot. I shit you not. Not that I can make people faint lmao but I have a history of tweaking people into doing what I want just looking at them.

It probably has a lot in common with the fact that I am a 180cm of bitchface with a posture that suggests I can and will throw you on the ground if only I wanted to. But I'm also a person who prefers to walk in the shadows, you know, people usually don't pay that much attention to me. One day I'll give someone a heart attack because they turned the wrong moment and faced said bitchface as I was tiptoeing behind their back.

But yeah, I terrified a whole crowd of people in tram just because I was angry that something didn't go as I wanted to. Space around became so empty and my friends were loosing it 😂 I often make drivers stop and let me pass the street. People are waiting for their chance without a big success, I join, look at the incoming car - at it stops. I got wrong data regarding exam guidelines and didn't read everything I needed. I got a question from one of those books, I told prof we didn't have it listed. She nodded, asked me another question and didn't ask a single question from this book to people that were after me. I rarely bump into people as I walk caue they somehow...always jump out of my way. (I don't smell bad, I promise 😂)

Guess I'm just...good at convincing people that I'll murder them, if they don't do as I want? 😂

[1eaf-me-alone]

Hello! May I request for a matchup? Preferably male, romantic or platonic is up to you.

Personality traits : I am an introvert. I prefer to spend my free time at home. However, I also don't have a problem going out as long as I am accompanied with someone I am close with. However, I can't stand being in a large crowd for too long when alone. I am also easily amused and laugh fairly easily. I can be outgoing with close peers, but I am more timid with people I rarely spoke to especially of a different age. I am also more of a listener than a speaker. Whenever someone asks for help, I can't refuse :'), so my peers described me as helpful. I would often overwork or overestimate my abilities because of this, but in the end I managed.

Hobbies : I draw! I also like reading when I feel like relaxing a bit more. If I feel tired, I like to listen to some music, but if I feel restless I would surf through the Internet.

Interests : Art, music, books, video editing, writing, learning new languages, documentaries (wildlife, true crime, science)

Appearance : I have medium length, wavy black hair that stretches to just under my shoulders. I would often tie it into a ponytail or a bun when I work. I stand at a height of around 5'5~5'6. I have chocolate brown roundish-almond eyes.

Additional info in my mind : let's see... I often have people telling me that I look stoic and stern due to my resting face. However it's probably because the most sleep I could get is 4 hours, 5 hours if I am lucky enough. I also find myself unable to respond with expressions accordingly sometimes, so my friends have to rely on my vocal tone to understand. Sometimes it is the other way around. I have a big appetite! I am always willing to finish my friends' meal when they couldn't (when offered, of course). I am a night owl, so during holidays I can stay awake well into sunrise. I take naps throughout the day, holiday or not. My favourite animals are cats, dogs and birds. Any types are fascinating to me. If I could, I want to pick up martial arts again and learn how to play the piano and accoustic guitar.

Phew, hope there's not too much information. Don't push yourself, have a great day and take care!

your match is…. Albedo and Yanfei

I know you didn’t ask for two but I’ll write you Yanfei for platonic and Albedo for romantic

Albedo:

Both of you are Introverts

you enjoy going out with him as you’re close to him. You love spending quality time with Albedo whether it be staying at home just to watch a movie together

Whenever you’re with Albedo he always makes you laugh and smile- you’ll find yourself rolling in bed as you giggle like a small child.

you seem to always be amused whenever Albedo does something and you love to watch him paint - maybe the two of you could draw together (and somehow end up drawing each other)

If you’re timid around new people then there’s no need to worry- Albedo spends most his time in Dragonspine where you find yourself seeing 2 people or so a year

you prefer to listen rather than speak and so Albedo speaks for you if you would so much prefer- that or you would both just stay in respectful silence.

Albedo would love to share your hobbies like drawing going on internet, listening to music, reading books, learning new languages- he might even try do them with you

loves your Resting bitchface

You have a big appetite- maybe he could cook for you

As you stay up late maybe Albedo will try persuade you to go to sleep later (as he’s worried for you) and you can’t do anything about it because you’re a big push over and can’t refuse

Maybe the two of you could learn martial arts, piano and guitar together?

— — — — — — —

Albedo looked at his drawing - making sure to encapsulate how perfect you looked in real life. With a flick of his pencil he drew your black hair which was tied into a ponytail, he looked into your chocolate- brown almond eyes. You were beautiful.

Yanfei:

For a platonic relationship I think you’re looking for an extrovert- someone who can talk a lot whilst you can just be there to listen

has a sense of humour to make you feel better and laugh (that’s what friends are for)

Someone more outgoing and helps you get confident in social interactions

never shuts up- and you don’t mind that

hence why I picked Yanfei

both of you overwork and you both know that and both try tell the other to work less (hypocrites)

Yanfei is such a fun and amazing friend to be around and she’s there in good and bad times.

both of you stopping whenever you see a dog or cat to go pet it commenting on how adorable it is

makes you feel more confident

if Yanfei doesn’t eat the whole meal she will give it to you to eat as you have a big appetite :)

both of you are there for each other whenever need be

doesn’t mind that you can’t respond with emotions accordingly as she’s used to it and can tell how you’re feeling and what you’re thinking

if she sees that your tired she will be there to make you laugh

if she sees that you’re not ok and you’re having a tough she’ll postpone her work to be with you.

she’s such a fun friend to be around and you deeply enjoy spending time with her. It makes you so happy and you’ve never laughed as much as you do with her.

— — — — — — —

“hey are you even listening??”

“huh of course I am”

(Yanfei had been talking about her recent detective case for the last hour whilst you had slowly zoned out. )

you looked back at Yanfei. Guilty being written all over you

Yanfei turned, a devilish smile on her face as she began to tickle you - both of you laughing as you fell on the floor together.

I hope you enjoyed reading this @reisteasstuff :)

well that’s all with the nineteenth ask. I am SO SORRY this took way too long to do. I had severe writes block and no motivation (also got overwhelmed by the amount of asks I got) so I’m sorry this took a while. I wanted to write something of good quality even if it took longer to get done.

I want to apologise to everyone who sent an ask a little more than a month or so ago. I had severe’s writer’s block, next to no motivation and overwhelmed by the sheer amount of asks I had received

[thou-can-say-azrail]

kisaita rant cause its the cutest shit ever uwu

ok so the giant shark puppy and the emo bird guy, what could go wrong

the best thing about this is the dynamic of the dangerous chibi and the giant shark fluffball, like you see them in public and itachi has this resting bitchface while kisame carries his twelve bags of dango with a huge smile on his face like thats the best thing he could be doing rn 

and imagen you hire them and there stands this huge blue guy and smol bean combo and kisame massacres some village turns around and gives itachi the shark equivalent of puppy eyes and asks him if they can eat at sushi today and then you experience a 20 min discussion if dango is superior to sushi and the shark?!?! gives up?!?!! (he also pouts, its terrifying)

also imagen sasuke finding out about this and just having one existential crisis after the other as he goes through all the new horror thoughts that gives him  (ill let those of you who dont know know that sharks have two dicks, hi and welcome in my hell) and tries to fit the image of his brother and that one shark guy he once saw having a relationship in his brain

and it is not that farfetched cause kisame and itachi really did like each other and i really wanna know what went down after they met cause how tf did kisame start to respect him and to follow his orders you are a 217cm shark mutant with a big ass sword what did the little emo twink do to get that much reign over you (on second thought nevermind ik)

and also kisame looks like he gives lifechanging hugs and itachi needs them all, i am begging you someone hug this child (i volunteer as tribute) 

i am just very soft for two people falling in love without wanting to, especially if they dont think they are worthy of love and are always suprised when the other does something really small just so they feel better and just 

also the others would tease them endlessly and without doubt would be so smug every time they get some reaction out of itachi and they also find out that kisame turns purple when he blushes (the first time they thought he would suffocate cause that is not a normal color to have and itachi showed his concern for exactly 5 seconds, its a record till today)

[hologramcowboy]

You seriously think Jensen's innocent???

he's anything but innocent.

He's married to Danneel! He did weed and probably cocaine too on his early days. I bet he even had some orgies and weird parties.

He is a weirdo, if you really think he's normal, you are wrong. He played Dean Winchester for 10+ years!!!

Heck i bet he did a bunch not at all innocent stuff while filming The Boys.

if you seriously think Jensen is a cute little flower, i doubt you'll be able to handle seeing him in The Boys, because that show is certainly funny and entertaining, but also fucking disgusting in every sense of the word.

Hi, Anon! Do you even know what Casting Type means? Didn't think so. I'll try to be brief. The first impression casting gets when an Actors walks in the room becomes his/her predominant type.

Easy Example? Danneel. Superbitchy face, has admitted in the past that casting directors told her she could only ever play the Bitch. They did so with good reason. That is her main type. When she walks in the room people are hit by her bitchfacing.

Moving on from that, NO ONE said Jensen is innocent, they said he LOOKS innocent, vibes innocence and this is true, Dean is so special because he has many layers among which the innocence and love with which he cares for his brother. Also, please accept the fact that some people perceive someone differently and that's okay. For example, I dislike Danneel, someone else might think she's the bee's knees. Good for them. I like Gen, someone else might not for whatever reason, etc.

So what's with the denigrating, disrespectful message? Are you by any chance a special unicorn that defines the laws of the universe and who and what people should like and what they should think? Didn't think so. No one is, not even me. Did you even read my disclaimer or my blog? Do I have to justify anything I write as if I am speaking an unknown language man has never known? lol Cause if so I should get a staff to run this blog.

Jensen may have partied with Danneel but there is no evidence of orgies and such so let's not start useless fires without proof because we don't need to stoop that low ever.

I love The Boys and by the way, the actress who plays Starlight is a typical ethereal type woman who vibes angelic, that's why the contrast is so powerful in some other scenes. She looks dainty and like a flower but bites back like a shark. That was done on purpose to make the scenes more powerful.

A man can be POWERFUL and SENSITIVE and that's exactly what was written by the anon and me. Yet you make a lot of assumptions and put words in everyone's mouth and champion toxic masculinity, okay then. Think what you will, you are free to. Also, let's learn to make the difference between a character someone plays and the real actor and their actual brand. Getting cast against brand while it made SPN fans superhappy it also limited Jensen career big time. It sounds like you think the worst of him which must be based on something unless you are just full on trolling. So, if you want to explain your point of you in an educated way feel free to. There's nothing wrong with exchanging perspectives.

[trashcatsnark]

I'm glad you liked my AU, I was kinda nervous that I'm bothering you ':D 1. V is of course allowed to stay with the Aldecaldos with no problems, since they're already a part of the family, but Johnny is only allowed to stay if he 1. will work on jobs with them to earn his keep 2. will do different chores around the camp 3. will behave; he starts a fight or something like that and he's out. Johnny is determined to be on his best behavior so that he's allowed to stay and look after V. After what they've been through together, he couldn't bear to be split from them again, especially not over something so stupid like starting a brawl. 2. He doesn't really socialise much, he's too focused on V. Aldecaldos tolerate him, but he can feel that they are a bit uneasy around him, and he can't really blame them, he's a man who died 50 years ago and was brought back to life, not exactly something you see every day (though I'd imagine they'd warm up to eachother after a post-gig bonfire, with Johnny showing off his guitar chops). 3. Johnny and V live in the same van, of course. Graciously donated by the Aldecaldos, it's their new home and mode of transport when the caravan moves. It's a bit small, but it's managable and slowly starts to fill out with different trinkets, items, postcards and photos from their travels. They usually sit on the steps in the mornings and sometimes look at the starry sky on the roof in the evenings. 4. If V feels good enough to leave the van, Johnny is always near, like a shadow. Just a local oddity, a merc who died and came back to life twice and a world-famous terrorist rockerboy that now watches over them in pretty much complete silence and a permanent scowl on his face, nbd. 5. Johnny usually keeps his hair tied, partially because it's more practical and he hates having a swety neck, and partially because it fucks with his facial features and he's harder to recognise by bystanders like cashiers. 6. V is in no condition to drive, so Johnn usually does it when the caravan has to move. V either chats with him to keep him company, reads him books or screamsheets out loud or does crossword puzzles with him. 7. Johnny sometimes missess the fact that he can no longer feel what V is feeling, mostly because it would make the whole "caretaking" thing much easier for him, just letting him know what V needs without words. Now he actually has to guess or ask, and he doesn't know which is harder. He looks at V and feels like he should be able to do more for them, but he has no idea what that more would actually be.

Firstly, never worry about bothering, I absolutely adore how many asks and messages I’ve been getting lately! I may be slow to reply sometimes but I’m honestly just am really happy to see people wanting to read my dumbass replies, if anything I worry about giving bad replies since I am the “queen of fuckups” as Johnny has so elegantly dubbed me and my V before. 

Ahhhh, I love it so much, firstly I love bitchface Johnny always lurking over V because he’s a protective heathen. V just has to be like, yeah, no he’s really a sweetie though...well, okay no he’s kinda an asshole, but like he’s my asshole so it’s fine.  And the rule of Johnny, please behave, and he’d try so hard but you know there’s a part of him that’s always like that son of a bitch looked at V the wrong way and i want to punch him but god damn it, i cannot and will sit here consumed with internal rage for the rest of the night 

Also ponytail Johnny owns my whole soul. my V wakes up to him in sweatpants and hair in a ponytail once and is like shit I died and gone to heaven. I like to imagine if anyone still is ever like wait... “are you Johnny Silverhand?” he just gives a completely vague non-committal response of like “who knows.” (I also love ideas of him being like Tony Hawk in that he’s never fully recognized or people assuming he’s some fanatic who just runs around dressed like Johnny Silverhand like Elvis Imposters or him more often being confused for Keanu Reeves since he exists in universe) 

Johnny pulling a here’s Wonderwall at the campfire just for the joke of it, sometimes when he’s in a really good mood he’ll take requests (tho mostly just V’s, if anyone really for sure wants to hear him play something specific they know to ask V to ask for it) 

Living in a van, I imagine it majorllllly reminds Johnny of band days, touring, he’ll tell V all his stories of living in a van with Kerry, Henry, Denny, and Nancy for months at time. Having to listen to Henry and Denny fight the entire damn time, nearly puking when they’d had to listen to the two make up. Nancy losing her mind trying to reign in her feral children of bandmates, at times just choosing to drive instead of stay in the bus because you can handle so much. Kerry constantly stealing Johnny’s pants. Johnny bringing people back to the bus and later getting yelled at because he inevitably left...evidence of it on something that didn’t belong to him. (sometimes accidentally and other times, well, Kerry deserved it) Having to share a bathroom with them all and threatening to piss on Kerry’s bed if he didn’t hurry it the fuck up.  He has a billion stories, that he knows V already knows, but they still wanna hear em, so why not. 

I also fucking live for Johnny and V just hating the fact they aren’t linked the way they were before. They actually have to talk, god the horror. I definitely imagine  my Johnny and V following the separation occasionally find themselves having to tell the other person “we have to use our big girl/boy/person words, now” They’ll catch the other staring off into the distance and be like “you just were trying to talk to me through your mind rn werent you?” or V will be thinking things to Johnny and be like “why are you ignoring me???? wAIT I HAVE TO TALK” They feel this distance that they never knew existed before. 

I know in your AU V probably wouldn’t be up for it, but when they would be or any V and Johnny with nomads verse;  part of me feels like Johnny would be torn on wanting to pilot the Basilisk with V. Because half of him is worried about the claustrophobia of it, he hates cramped dark, closed in places. But fuck fuck fuck, he wants that neurological link with V. He wants it. And if they do it, he’ll feel so at peace that he finally has his person back in the deepest sense of it, that he forgets all about being stuck in that coffin.  

I also majorly think, while not as severe as the one between the twins in the beat on the brat fights; they don’t wanna be the same person. But they do want some form of neural synchronization implants. I imagine they might have something where they can read each others minds, it do be the future, just something that lets them always feel connected. Vik looks at them like they’re stupid, you fought to be separated and now you just wanna climb back into each other’s head. 

[vansmaybeonthewall]

Another One?

Masterlist

requests are open 

i did promise something to my fellow Misha’s and it has been fulfilled  

(don’t judge the choices I make, no God can tame me)

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“So get this. Lake Cachuma, California. Three men found dead with their ears blown out. All three found at the same place, at the edge of a dock leading into the water.”

“And this is our thing how?”

“Well, they weren’t taking some lovely vacation Dean. All three were found in their suits with a little note spilling their secret infidelities.”

“That’ll do it. Do we have a lead?”

“Yeah, Cassandra Peters. Senior at Santa Barbara High School, her dad was the most recent victim.”

“I hope you packed your bikini Sammy, California here we come.”

A Few Hours Later...

Yeah, it wasn’t sunny and warm as Dean Winchester expected. Cloudy skies and a light breeze greeted Sam and Dean as they arrived at the Peters household. Thunder rumbled in the distance, signifying a coming storm. 

“Still ready for that swim Dean?”

“Oh shut up.”

“I don’t think you’ll need sunscreen anymore, I know how much you hate it.”

“Sam-

“Um, can I help you?”

The argument came to a halt when a young girl opened the door.

“Cassandra Peters?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you mind if we talk to you about-”

“My dad’s death? So does everyone else, so how are you any different?”

Sam and Dean were left speechless. Sure there were people who were defensive after a family death, but a teenage girl? Usually, day old mascara streaks could be seen with red, teary eyes. But Cassandra Peters? Her face was void of any emotion with dull eyes. 

“We know what it’s like,” Dean started, “to lose someone.”

“Yeah well, do you know what it’s like to learn that that person wasn’t someone you knew?”

“We understand if you don’t want to talk about it, nobody does, but sometimes it’s easier to tell someone how you actually feel.” Sam hoped that was enough to get the girl talking. 

She looked slightly guilty, I mean, they looked like nice guys. 

“Look, I’m sorry. A friend of mine taught me to stop the tears with being an asshole. I don’t see how it works or how she does it, but I guess it’s a coping mechanism. Not for me I suppose.”

“Believe us when we say we understand.”

“Well, seeing as you’re still here, ask away.”

“Okay, was there anything strange that occurred around the time your dad died?”

“Well besides the weather, I don’t think so. Like the two before, a rain storm hit without warning. The streets flooded, you could barely see in front of you.”

“What about your dad? Did he seem strange to you?”

“Yeah, maybe two days before he seemed nervous, scared. He kept saying someone was following him. Some girl in a white dress.”

“Did he say what she looked like?”

“You see, that’s the strange part. He said he saw Y/N, which is weird because she was with me or in rehearsal. And there is no way Y/N would skip rehearsal.”

“Do you know where we can find Y/N?”

“She should be at rehearsal now actually. She’s not in trouble is she?”

“No, we just need to check up on her, have a little chat.”

“She’s at the high school, but be careful, she really doesn’t like being interrogated about her parents or any family related subject. She gave me the tip of being an asshole instead of being depressed, still not seeing how that works.”

“Can we ask why?”

“Her step-dad was the first victim.”

“Right. Well, if you think of anything, give us a call. Even the smallest thing can help.”

Dean handed her the famous “business” card, which made Cassandra do a double-take. 

“Sam and Dean Winchester? As in Y/N Winchester?”

“Sorry?”

“Y/N Winchester, that’s who I’m talking about. You have the same name. Now come to think of it, you guys kind of look alike.”

Cassandra pulls a picture from her phone.

“This is Y/N.”

Sam and Dean share a look, one between shock and nervousness.

“Would you, uh, would you mind telling us about her?” Dean asked, afraid to know the truth. 

“I don’t see why not, this is some TV shit. But you should probably come in, the rain won’t be getting any better.”

The Peters household was quiet and empty. Even with all the lights on, the house was dark. What captured the brother’s attention was the pictures of Cassandra and Y/N. 

“So what do you wanna know?”

“Anything really.”

“Okay. Y/N Marie Winchester, where to start. Born June 25, 1989, she’s a Cancer. Tall, like you two. She has the kindest eyes, when she looks at her it’s like she can see into your soul. She acts tough at first, but once she lets you in she’s one of the funniest people you’ve ever known. Oh, absolutely hates dresses, her favorite things to wear are flannels and her leather jacket. God that leather jacket, she never takes that thing off. She loves to sing, always has. She doesn’t like to get close to people, it’s like she’s afraid they’ll get hurt or that maybe she’ll have to leave them behind.”

Sam smiled softly and Dean held a thoughtful look, Could there really be another Winchester?

“Wait, she has your smile. And she has that same look when taking a test. Do you really not know if you’re related?”

“No, no Y/N Winchester has came up.”

“Well, I’ll take you to her. One, I’d love for Y/N to have her family. Two, I need a source of happiness and this family reunion will do it.”

“Lead the way.”

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“Okay, one more run through ‘World Burn’ and that’s a wrap. Y/N you ready?”

“Always.”

“Alright, from the top!”

Approx. a minute or two later, idk time 

As the trio made their way to the theatre, Cassandra could hear the chorus. 

“Come on! We’re gonna miss the best part.”

Lucky for them, they made it before the big note. 

“Gotta love a woman in power. Wait here, I’ll bring her to you.” Cassandra jogs towards Y/N as she jumped offstage. Greeting her with a hug, she explains her predicament. 

“A sister,” Dean started, “we might have a sister?”

“With the world we live in, I don’t find it impossible Dean.”

“But why would Dad-”

“Sam, Dean, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Sam and Dean. Winchester.”

“Okay, I get that, but that doesn’t automatically make us related Cass.”

“Stop being hard-headed. Why don’t you guys talk it out? I’ll meet up with Jessie. See you later jerk.” With that, Cassandra took a U-turn towards another student.

“Bitch.” Y/N called after her. She turned towards the two giants, making a face at their surprised ones. “What?”

“Nothing, do you mind if we talk to you outside?”

“I don’t see why not.”

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“Holy shit! Is that a 1967 Chevy Impala? Please tell me it’s yours, I’ll tell you all my life secrets if it is.”

“Uh, yeah, it is.” Dean stuttered. The information the brothers were learning kept hitting them in the face. Is she really a Winchester?

“Yes! Let us congregate at this lunch table and I’ll spill my tragic life story.”

“So, you sing?”

“Yeah, best thing that’s ever happened to me. Everyone says I took it from my mom, but who knows, not me that’s for sure. Me and Cass are also in a band, which reminds me, I have to be somewhere in two hours, so if we could do this a little fast that would be great thanks.”

Dean, unlike Sam, wanted to get straight to the point. Why ease into the subject when it is so painfully obvious she’s a Winchester?

“What do you know about your dad?”

“Not much really, I just know he took off before I was born. I lived with my mother until I was about 5. Then my quote unquote “dad” came back into my life and my mother disappeared. Stayed with him for about a year, met a lot of strange people, and I was finally dropped off with some random couple here. Terrible parenting, but here I am alive and well I guess. But he did leave me some sort of book, more of a copy.”

Both brothers were intrigued in her life story. A strange life, a Winchester life. Y/N pulled the book out of her backpack, but when she did her shirt allowed the top of the anti-possession tattoo to peak out. Everything was pointing towards the fact that the three were related, but we can’t have any stones left unturned can we?

“Did that book say anything about your dad? A name, a picture maybe?” Sam was anxious.

“There was a letter when the book was first given to me with the initials J.W. but that’s it. I don’t think he wants to be found.” A solemn look crossed her face. “Well, that was fun, but I have to go.”

“Wait-”

“Look, you guys seem nice and it would be cool if we were related somehow, but I have a place to be. You’re welcome to come by though. I’ll give you my number, and maybe we could talk tomorrow. I should have more time seeing that it is Saturday tomorrow. It was nice meeting you Sam and Dean. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

As she walked away, Sam and Dean formed a plan. First, kill whatever monster terrorizing the town, then find out who the hell Y/N Winchester was.

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So close, but apparently so far. Upon looking in the journal, Sam and Dean found  a new monster, a siren. And though the monster seemed to be a siren, something wasn’t right. The bleeding ears made no sense. No siren case had bleeding ears. However, banshee cases dealt with bleeding ears, but no bodies near water. There was only one answer.

Break time. 

Y/N had sent Dean a message about the bar her band would be at, so the brothers decided to find out as much as they could about the girl before heading there.

“Dean, there’s nothing in the journal and I’ve read through it twice, what else are we missing?”

“Missing...missing...missing! Sammy, you’ve outdone yourself.” Dean reached into his pocket and pulled the stolen letter.

“Dean!”

“What! It slipped out of her journal.” Bitchface. “Okay, maybe I slipped it out of her journal, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that we can compare Dad’s handwriting with the letter. And then you can hack into hospital records to find her birth certificate.”

“I am not hacking into the hospital records.”

“Oh c’mon Sammy, don’t you want to know who she is?”

“Of course I do, but I don’t want to get arrested while doing it.”

“Whatever, just give me the journal.”

Dean was only going to skim over the handwriting before something caught his eye. Information that wasn’t shared lay on the paper. The J.W was obvious on the bottom, but what caught his eyes were his name, Sam’s name, and an unfamiliar one. 

“That little bitch.”

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It took too long, it took too long, it took too long For you to call back And normally, I would just forget that Except for the fact it was my birthday My fuckin' birthday

Sam and Dean entered the bar, a bar that apparently allowed teenagers in, and spotted Y/N on the small stage. They could see why she needed to leave, not only to get them off her tail, but for all the other students partying their asses off.

We got along, we got along, we got along Until you did that Now all I want is just my stuff back Do you get that? Let me repeat that I want my shit back  

“So what’s the plan?”

“One we have to get her away from everyone else. Two, we can’t let her out of our sight. Remember what Cassandra said, the weather aligns with a body being found the next day. And since we don’t know the next victim, we have to hold Y/N hostage somehow.” 

“Where do we take her? She’s not going to abandon her friends Dean.”

“I don’t know, tell her we found something about Dad or her mom. Technically, we’re not lying, so don’t feel bad about it.” 

“Yeah, yeah alright.”

The two parted ways, searching for inconspicuous exits while watching Y/N. Though, it didn’t take long before Y/N spotted Sam. 

“Hey Sam, glad you made it. Where’s Dean?”

“He’s around here somewhere. Look, I needed to talk to you about your dad. We think we found something.”

“Now?”

“Yeah, I mean, if you can.”

“Now’s not really a good time. We can’t pick this up tomorrow?”

“It’s ki-” “Sammy!”

“Oh hey Y/N, mind if we talk to you for a second?”

“I can’t leave-”

“Yeah, but we really need to talk to you.” Dean had a smug smirk holding up the letter. 

“Fine.” 

Outside...

“So Y/N, you got anything important to tell us?”

“Nothing you don’t already know Dean.”

“Wrong answer.”

“Dean-”

“No Sammy, she needs to start telling the truth before someone gets hurt. Like little Cassie’s dad or Jessie’s dad.” 

“What do you want from me Dean?”

“You see, we were here on a case, but I bet you already knew that. Three people were killed, your step-dad, Matthew Jacobs, and Holt Peters, but you already knew that. All three said they saw a girl in white, and what do you know, it was you. We thought we solved the case, but nothing fit the banshee or siren profile. Imagine my surprise when I find my name along with Sam’s and a little gift. Athena Drea, some hybrid between a banshee and a siren. Fits the profile doesn’t it? Oh but that’s not all, Dad knew her, dear old John Winchester knew your mommy. And I’m betting that she disappeared because her time was up. What I don’t understand is your name? Why were you blessed with some form of mom’s name? What is so special about Y/N Marie Winchester?”

Angry tears streamed down Y/n’s face.

“Congratulations Dean Winchester. You figured me out.”

“Y/N-”

“No, it’s fine Sam, he’s right. What’s so special about me? The fact that I have no parents? That I have my mother’s powers? That I’m related to you? Nothing good comes with being me. There’s always a catch. Those people I killed? They tried to kill me first. Those lies about cheating, made them up. Yes it’s sick and twisted, but I’m still alive right? I’m lucky? I tried to protect you from knowing me, from being related to me. Why do you think I never reached out to you? Everyone around me gets hurt. My friends don’t know me like they think they do, I killed their dad! There is nothing special about me, and god if there is, I’d really like to know. Because all I know is that I’m a screw up with no family. So forgive me for running and lying.”

She tried to leave, but an arm on her shoulder prevented her from doing so. 

“You two should go, leave before something else happens. There’s no monster to kill, but I’d gladly let you kill me. That wouldn’t be the worst thing that’s happened to me.”

“Y/N.”

She shrugged his hand off and started to run.

“Y/N!”

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“You were right, I should have never gotten attached.”

It was dark, the only source of light came from the moon. The sounds of the lake calmed Y/N from the harsh argument. 

“People got hurt.”

The quiet brought her peace.

“Some were innocent. Cass and Jessie, they didn’t deserve their family to fall apart.”

It took Sam and Dean quite a while to find Y/N. 

“I met them. Sam and Dean, they seem nice, but I screwed up mum. I lied and I don’t think they like me much anymore. It was nice to know that I had family out there. I know dad told me in the letter, but I didn’t think we would meet. You know how it goes, hunters and monsters don’t mix.”

Sneaking behind her wasn’t easy.

“I don’t understand mum. I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t stay here anymore. I’ll have to leave and I won’t have anybody anymore.”

“You have us.”

She whipped around to find her brothers awkwardly standing there. 

“What do you two bozos want?”

Sam took the initiative, “We want you to come with us.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re family,” Dean surprisingly said, “and family means no one gets left behind.”

With that, the three had a slightly awkward, yet welcomed group hug,

Hours later.....

Everything was sorted. Y/N was leaving with Sam and Dean, and it was exciting. No more school, Sam sort of disapproved on that. A constant road trip with her family. Although, they would encounter many obstacles in their journey. 

Only one thing was left in Y/N’s mind. She sat in the backseat of the Impala and couldn’t resist it any longer.

“Hey Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you just Lilo & Stitch me back there?” Sam laughed and Y/N started to giggle.

“Shut up.” But he looked out his window with a smile.

She really was a Winchester.

[outpost51]

The 51 Post

This week sucked a whole lot actually (I started this draft on Tuesday, and I haven't touched it until 5pm Sunday) but I read a lot of pretty good shit so I think it balances.

Contents:

Things You Might Have Missed

This Week's Jams

WIP Breakdowns

From the Skwad

Around the 'Blr

Things You Might Have Missed

get on my taglists for WIP updates, 51 post, tag games, and ask events!

BRHP: Chapter 15 posted; Talus is having a Bad Time.

I stabbed Adrien real good

BRHP: Chapter 16 posted; baby's first fight pit, and a family secret is revealed.

Not new, but I dug up Adrift and The Sky, The Stars, and Me so enjoy the spooky space shorts.

See more entries for SSSC 006 below, mine is here: i'll take everything.

Growing Pains: the 6th entry into the Lighthouse in the Fog shorts; our new Keeper is definitely adjusting so well to her new life.

I'm starting to release chapters of Unlikely Adventures on tumblr now!

This Week's Jams

stargazing || power-haus, solarays [spotify/youtube]

up down || boy epic [spotify/youtube]

gasoline || chymes [spotify/youtube]

dangerous || new medicine [spotify/youtube]

she went that way || missy [spotify/youtube]

illuminated || hurts [spotify/youtube]

WIP Breakdowns

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

HI YOU GET TO MEET KADMOS IN CHAPTER 17 AND [SPOILERS] IN CHAPTER 18 I'M REALLY EXCITED

Unlikely Adventures of Bitchface and Go F*ck Yourself

zadimus needs to stop it. that is all

Blinding Neon, Shades of Grey

you know what's fun to write? drug/dream sequences. you know what's even more fun? writing one for a detective in a flashy nightclub with murder on her mind

Stellar Parallax

saren is about to go do a Very Kill and jaen is So Excited About It. also wrex. but mostly violence

Lighthouse in the Fog

7th short will be coming out some time tonight, @thetrashbagswasteland picked some yummy prompt words

In the Works

y'all 🥺💕 thank you i needed a bunch of open-ended prompts to get the brain noodles out so i can hopefully not burn out on the main wips. i've still got the same backlog otherwise lmao

From the Skwad

IMPORTANT @fenrir-kin fell prey to the hellsite shenaniganuke, and is currently @vikingfenharel until it (hopefully) gets sorted.

Surprise Challenge 006 wrapped up with (mine's above): Just Take My Hand by @sparatus, Expanding the Vocabulary by @teamdilf, and The Storm Between Us by @thetrashbagswasteland

@equusgirl is going bananas with Sapphic Summer: i know with me, you'll get a little bit addicted, One Night, and will my hands ever be clean?

@sparatus also dropped chapter 1 & chapter 2 of Make Less the Depth of Grief and were it not for the laws of this land, i would have strangled him (affectionate) but also this tasty oneshot of Nautilea being so hot

@teamdilf HOW. New chapter of Alice's Adventures in Andromeda, another chapter of The In-Laws and the Grandparents, and another chapter in A Man of Many Talents. I'm calling witchcraft

@asher-orion-writes gave us this lovely oneshot set in Cardinal Sins and I'm??? yes

@princess-prawn dropped a new chapter of Next of Kin YESSS

@regalbois is writing his mlm war stories again and i'm vibrating please go read The Earth Abides

@commander-krios wrote more Dash/Leo (thank u for my life) and New Beginnings (thank u for TWO life wow)

Around the 'Blr

Art Claims are still going on for WIP Big Bang!!

@writernopal dropped character profiles for Magdalene and Sartor so this is your hint to get on the taglist for AASOAF 3

@tabswrites posted chapter 3 of Silver Sentinels and gave me life thank you, more please

@vacantgodling wrote this short for Lukewarm Rejection and we have no choice but to stan Trisha

@liv-is blessed writeblr with this snippet from Demigods i am eating it up

@void-botanist gave us this short for Another Ocean's Moon with LORE hidden in the tags hello

have you SEEN The Poster by @artdecosupernova-writing omg

@elshells dropped chapter 12 of Agent Ace YES congrats on the timeline choreography, bud!

wake up babes new Nameless Song short just dropped from @blind-the-winds

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[aspenmissing]

𝚁𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝟼𝟼𝟼 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Sam is looking at a map laid out on top of the car, Dean has his phone to his ear, and Y/N is sitting on the hood, staring up at the sky.

"Okay. I think I found a way we can bypass that construction just east of here. We might even make Pennsylvania faster than we thought."

"Yeah. The problem is, we're not going to Pennsylvania," Dean says, lowering his phone and looking thoughtful.

"We're not?" Y/N asks, turning to face Dean.

"I just got a call from an, ah, old friend. Her father was killed last night, think it might be our kind of thing."

"What?" Sam asks.

"Yeah. Believe me, she never would have called, never, if she didn't need  us." Dean gets into the Impala, followed by Y/N, "Come on, are you coming or not?"

==

The Impala cruises down the road, with fields on one side and a lake on the other.

"By old friend, you mean...?"

"A friend that's not new"

"Oh yeah, thanks. So, her name’s Cassie, huh? You never mentioned her."

"Didn't I?" Dean asks, and there’s a long pause before Y/N breaks it.

"Yeah, they went out." Sam leans forward on the front seats, looking bewildered and teasing.

"You mean he dated somebody? For more than one night," Y/N laughs.

"It's unbelievable," Y/N says, grinning ear to ear.

"Am I speaking a language you're not getting here? Dad, Y/N, and I were working a job in Ohio, she was finishing college. We went out for a couple of weeks."

"And...?" Dean shrugs slightly. "Look, it's terrible about her dad, but it kind of sounds like a standard car accident. I'm not seeing how it fits with what we do. By the way, how does she know what we do?" Dean looks shifty.

"Yeah, Dean, how does she know?" Y/N teases, looking to the man, who turns his head to her.

"You told her. You told her the secret! Our big family rule number one. We do what we do, and we shut up about it. For a year and a half, I do nothing but lie to Jessica, and you go out with this chick in Ohio a couple of times and you tell her everything." Dean stays silent, staring straight ahead. "Dean!"

"Yeah. Looks like" He continues staring ahead as Y/N puts her foot down. Sam does the bitchface, shaking his head.

==

"It's a newspaper we put out, not a bulletin for the mayor’s office."

"Get off your soapbox, Jimmy; I'm urging a little discretion."

"No, I think you're telling us what you want us to print and what you want us to sit on."

"I know you're upset, Cassie; I liked your dad a lot. But I think your grief is clouding your judgement."

"Two black people were killed on the same stretch of road in the same way in two weeks." Sam, Dean, and Y/N enter the office.

"Jimmy, you're too close to this. Those guys were friends of yours. Again, Cassie, I'm very sorry for your loss." The mayor leaves, and Jimmy walks away. Cassie sighs and turns around, looking straight at Dean, who's looking slightly apprehensive, Dean nods at her and grins.

"Dean"

"Hey Cassie" They stared at each other for a long moment, not speaking. Sam watches, smiling to himself. Y/N is also smiling to herself. Dean clears his throat. "This is my brother Sam. And you remember my sister, Y/N?" Cassie smiles at Sam, who returns one of his own, and she hugs Y/N, who returns it.

"Sorry bout your dad," Y/N says as the two pull away.

"Yeah. " Cassie turns to look at Dean, and they keep staring at each other.

==

"My mother is in pretty bad shape. I've been staying with her. I wish she wouldn't go off by herself. She's been so nervous and frightened. She was worried about dad," Cassie says, walking into the room with a tray of cups.

"Why?" Dean asks.

"He was scared. He was seeing things," Cassie says, pouring tea.

"Like what?" Y/N asks.

"He swore he saw an awful-looking black truck following him."

"A truck. Who was the driver?" Sam asks.

"He didn't talk about a driver. Just the heck. He said it would appear and disappear. And, in the accident, Dad's car was dented, like it had been slammed into by something big," she says, handing them cups of tea.

"Thanks. Now you're sure this dent wasn't there before," Sam says, accepting the cup. Y/N takes a sip of her while Dean looks at his cup of tea like it's an alien, and quickly deposits it on a side table.

"He sold cars. Always drove a new one. There wasn't a scratch on that thing. It had rained hard that night. There was mud everywhere. There was a distinct set of muddy tracks leading from dad's car...leading right to the edge, where he went  over." Cassie bows her head, getting her emotions under control. "One set of tracks. His"

"The first was a friend of your fathers." Dean asks.

"Best friend. Clayton Soames. They owned the car dealership together. Same thing. Dent. No tracks. And the cops said exactly what they said about dad. He 'lost control of her car'"

"Can you think of any reason why your father and his partner might be targets?" Y/N asks.

"No"

"And you think this vanished truck ran them off the road?"

"When you say it aloud like that...listen, I'm a little sceptical about this...ghost stuff...or whatever it is you guys are into."

"Sceptical. If I remember, I think you said we were nuts," Dean says, huffing.

"That was then." They stared at each other again. Sam and Y/N then stare at each other; they shake their heads. "I just know that I can't explain what happened up there. So, I called you." There's a sound of a door opening, and a middle-aged woman enters. Sam, Y/N, and Dean rise to their feet, and Cassie goes to take her mom's arm. "Mum. Where have you been? I was so..." Cassie trails off.

"I had no idea you'd invite friends over."

"Mom, this is Dean, a... friend of mine from...college. And his brother Sam and his sister Y/N, another friend of mine from college."

"Well, I won't interrupt you."

"Mrs Robinson. We're sorry for your loss. We'd like to talk to you for a minute if you don't mind." Dean asks.

"I'm really not up for that right now," Mrs. Robinson says, slightly affronted. She leaves the room, and those remaining look at each other.

==

The mayor and Cassie walk among the emergency vehicles.

"Jimmy meant something to this town. He was one of our best. We won't be the same without him," the mayor says to Cassie.

"Our best seem to be dropping like flies. Clayton, my father, Jimmy."

"What is it exactly you want me to do?"

"How about closing this section of road for starters?"

"Close the main road. The only road in and out of town? Accidents do happen, Cassie, and that's what they are. Accidents" Dean, Sam, and Y/N approach and stand behind Cassie.

"Did the cops check for additional dinting on Jimmy's car to see if it was pushed?" Dean says.

"Who's this?" The mayor asks Cassie.

"Dean, Y/N, and Sam Winchester. Family friends. This is Mayor Harold Todd."

"There's one set of tracks. One...doesn't point to foul play."

"Mayor, the police and town officials take their cues from you. If you're indifferent about..."

"Indifferent!"

"Would you close the road if the victims were white?" Cassie asks.

"You suggesting I'm racist, Cassie? I'm the last person you should talk to like that."

"And why is that?" Y/N says, stepping forward.

"Why don't you ask her mother?" The mayor walks away, leaving them standing in the field.

"I’ll say this for her; she's fearless," Sam says, grabbing his suit jacket.

"Mm-hmm"

"Bet she kicked your ass a coupla times," Sam grins.

"You bet she did," Y/N laughs, coming out of the bathroom. Dean glances at her, then returns to the mirror.

"What's interesting is that you guys never really look at each other at the same time. You look at her when she's not looking, she checks you out when you look away." Sam says, grinning, "It's just an interesting observation in an... you know...observationally interesting way."

"You think we might have more pressing issues here?"

"Hey, if I'm hitting a nerve,"

"Let's go," Dean says, turning away, which makes Sam and Y/N snicker. Before Sam and Y/N leave, she goes over to him, pulls up his tie, and pats down his suit.

"There"

==

Dean, Y/N, and Sam are walking down a pier. A few people are fishing. They approach two older men having lunch.

"Excuse me. Are you Ron Stubbins?" Y/N asks. Ron nods.

"You were friends with Jimmy Anderson?"

"Who are you?"

"We're Mr. Anderson's insurance company. We're just here to dot I's and cross T's."

"We were wondering, had the deceased mentioned any usual recent experiences?" Sam asks.

"What do you mean, unusual?"

"Well visions, hallucinations"

"It's part of a medical examination kind of thing. All very standard."

"What company did you say you were with?" Ron asks.

"All Nation Mutual. Tell me, did he ever mention seeing a truck? A big black truck?" Y/N asks.

"What the hell are you talking about? You even speak English?"

"Lady, is this truck a big, scary monster-looking thing?" Ron's friend asks.

"Yeah, actually, I think so."

"Hmm"

"What?" Y/N asks.

"I have heard of a truck like that."

"You have. Where?" Sam asks.

"Nowhere. When. Back in the '60s, there were a string of deaths. Black men. Story goes, they disappeared in a big, nasty, black truck."

"Do they ever catch the guy who did it?" Dean asks.

"I never found him. Hell, I'm not sure they even really looked. See, there was a time, this town wasn't too friendly to all its citizens."

"Thank you," Sam, Dean, and Y/N make their way back down the pier to the Impala.

"Truck"

"It keeps coming up, doesn't it?"

"You know, I was thinking. You heard of the flying Dutchman?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah, a ghost ship, infused with the captain’s evil spirit. It was basically part of him." Y/N nods.

"So, what if we're dealing with the same thing? You know, a phantom truck and extension of some bastard's ghost, re-enacting past crimes."

"The victims have all been black men."

"I think it's more than that. They all seem connected to Cassie and her family," Dean says.

"All right. Well, you work that angle; go talk to her."

"Yeah, I will."

"Oh, and you might also want to mention that other thing," Sam says.

"What other thing?" Dean asks.

"The serious, unfinished business?" Dean remains obstinately silent. Sam huffs a laugh. "Dean, what is going on between you two?"

"All right, so maybe we were a little bit more involved than I said."

"A little, he says," Y/N mutters.

"Ok, a lot more. Maybe. And I told her a secret about what we do. And I shouldn't have."

"Ah, look, man, everybody's gotta open up to someone sometime," Sam says.

"Yeah, I don't. It was stupid to get that close. I mean, look how it ended." Sam smiles at  Dean. “Would you stop?" Sam keeps staring and smiling. "Blink or something!"

"He loved her, Sammy," Y/N says.

"Oh God," Dean says, turning to the Impala.

"You were in love with her, but you dumped her." Dean is silent. He stares, glances at Sam, then looks back to the ground.

"To be more precise, she dumped him." Y/N says, and Dean glares at her, "Sorry."

"Get in the car," Dean says as he gets in the car. "Get in the car!" Y/N gets in, followed by Sam.

==

At Cassie's house, Cassie sits at the desk in her lounge. There is a knock at the door, and she opens it, revealing Dean.

"Dean!" She speaks.

"Hey"

"Hey. Come on in."

"Are you busy, or..."

"The paper's doing a tribute to Jimmy. I was just going through his stuff...his awards. Trying to find the words," Cassie says.

"That's gotta be tough."

"For years, this family owned the paper. The Dorians? They had a white only policy. After they sold it, Jimmy became the first black reporter. He didn't stop until he became editor. He taught me everything..." Cassie says, drifting off. "Where's your brother or sister?"

"Not here"

"All right. So, uh, what brings you here?" Cassie asks.

"I am trying to find the connection between the three victims. By the way, did you talk to your mom about what Todd said about not being a racist?" Dean replies.

"I did. She didn't want to talk about it."

"Right." There is a short pause. "So just then, why did you ask where my brother was?"

"Nothing. Not important"

"Could it be because, without him here, it's just you and me? Not you, me, Y/N, and Sam, which would be easier?"

"It's not easier.... Look, I..."

"No. Forget it. It's fine. We'll keep it strictly business," Dean says, turning away.

"I forgot you did that," Cassie says, staring after him.

"Do what?" he asks.

"Oh. Whenever we get, what's the word.... close? Anywhere in the neighbourhood of emotional vulnerability, you back off. Or make some jokes. Or find any way to shut the door on me." Dean looks offended and barks out in laughter.

"Oh, that's hilarious." Dean walks back to stand in front of her. "See, I'm not the one who took that big final door and slammed it behind me."

"Ok, wait a minute..."

"And I'm not the one who took the key and buried it."

"Are we done with this metaphor?"

"All I'm saying is I was totally up front with you back then, and you nailed me for it," Dean says.

"The guy I'm with, the guy I'm hoping might be in my future, tells me he professionally pops ghosts."

"That's not the word I used!"

"And that he has to leave to go to work with his father and sister."

"I did!" Dean says.

"All I could think was, If you want out, fine, but don't tell me this insane story."

"It was the truth, Cassie, and I noticed it didn't sound insane the minute you thought I could help you," Dean says, raising his voice and getting in her face.

"Well, back then, I thought you just wanted to dump me."

"Whoa! Now let's not forget who dumped who, ok?"

"I thought it was what you wanted," Cassie says.

"Well, it wasn't," he replies.

"I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Well, you did."

"I'm sorry!"

"Yeah, me too." They stare at each other, then start making out furiously. A few minutes pass before they fall onto the bed and begin their night of passion.

==

Dean lies on his back, his arm around Cassie, tucked against his side.

"We should fight more often."

"Absolutely," Dean says, staring at the roof, absentmindedly running his fingers up and down her arm.

"Actually, we were always pretty good at fighting." Indicating their position, "This is what we were good at. It's all the other stuff...not so much."

"Hey, I tried. I told you who I really was. That was a big first for me."

"Why'd you tell me?" Cassie asks.

"I don't know. I guess I couldn't lie to you."

"Dean. You told me that story...it scared the hell outta me. I thought you were nuts. Dangerous even. Actually, maybe I was looking for a reason to walk away."

"In my work.... uh...I see some horrible things. Things that can't be explained. I deal with them. But working things out with you?"

"I'm a scary one all right.... well, usually things get worked out. When you really want them to," Dean seems hesitant.

"You know, I'm still really involved, as is my sister. With my dad's work."

"No more excuses, ok? From you or me," Cassie says, leaning up on one elbow to look down at Dean.

"Ok." They start kissing. Dean's phone rang, and he reached for it. "Yeah." Dean listens, and seconds later, he looks startled. "You're kidding!"

==

It’s snowing, and Dean approaches Sam and Y/N, who are talking to a cop.

"He's with us," Y/N says, putting away some sort of ID. The cops leave. Sam and Y/N turn to Dean, Sam giving him a half smile and Y/N giving him a smirk.

"Where were you last night? You didn't make it back to the hotel."

"Well...." Dean hesitates. Making Y/N burst out laughing.

"You totally banged her, didn't you?" Dean glares at her.

"I'm guessing you guys worked things out?"

"We'll be working things out when we're ninety. So, what happened?" Dean asks.

"Every bone is crushed. Internal organs turned to pudding. The cops are all stumped; it's like something ran him over," Sam says.

"Something like a truck?"

"Yep"

"Tracks?"

"Nope," Y/N says.

"What was the mayor doing here anyway?" Dean asks

"He owned the property. I bought it a few weeks ago."

"But he's white; he doesn't fit the pattern."

"Killings didn't happen up on the road. That doesn't fit either," Y/N says.

==

Cassie makes two mugs of tea and takes them over to where Dean sits at a computer.

"Here"

"Thanks. So, I'm trying to find some link between those killings back in the '60s and what's going on now. There wasn't a lot about it in the paper."

"Not surprising. Probably minimal policework too. Back then, equal justice under the law wasn't too literal around here," Dean's phone rings.

"Yeah"

"Ok, the courthouse records show that Mr. and Mrs. Mayor bought an abandoned property. The previous owner was the Dorian family for, like, 150 years," Sam says.

"Dorian?"

"Yeah"

"Didn't you say the Dorian family used to own this paper?" Dean says Cassie. She nods.

"Along with everything around here, Real pillars of the town"

"Right, right" Dean clicks a few links on the computer and says, "That's interesting."

"What?" Y/N asks.

"This Cyrus Dorian. He vanished in April of '63. The case was investigated but never solved. It was right around the time the string of murders was going on back then.

"Well, we pulled a bunch of papers up on the Dorian place; it must have been in bad shape when the mayor bought it."

"Why’s that?"

"The first thing he did was bulldoze the place."

"Mayor Todd knocked down the Dorian place." Dean asks Cassie.

"It was a big. One of the oldest houses left. He made the front page."

"You two got a date?" Dean asks Sam and Y/N.

"Ahhh. The 3rd of last month"

"Mayor Todd bulldozed the Dorian family home on the 3rd. The first killing was the very next day," the dean says, reading off the computer screen.