#I am just chilling in Cedar Rapids

[stannamarsh]

Wake Me Up Billie Joe Armstrong

Last night, Jason the Great changed my oil for free. He's amazing, and I'm still adjusting to being in a good relationship, but the stress of constantly driving to three different cities and staying in two of them (yet not really living in either) is extremely overwhelming. Prior to this, I was used to being single and/or in a partial stopgap fuckbuddy thing so I didn't have to date.

Eventually, I'd love to move in with him but we are both highly independent types who are creatures of habits and I don't want to pressure him into anything before he's ready. I also feel like I need enough money in the bank to ensure that I can take care of at least half of any change of location before I even bring it up. Though moving to the same town where he lives is an option so I Zillow to see what I can get in Cedar Rapids now and found a place that looks good in his neighborhood that is less than the rent where I currently "live."

Over lunch, I called my Dad to explain it all and had a meltdown in my office over the phone. If asked by someone who may have heard it from a different room, I will lie and say I was watching a dramatic Netflix original series. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. I'm not used to having a job where you can be honest about what's really going on without fear of getting fired. No matter what industry you're in, it's not the norm.

There are better and worse, more and less capricious versions of that typical soul sucking pit of a work place where you're expected to figure out everything yourself with zero guidance or you're demoted or fired, but it's the rule rather than the exception.

Just as with Jason, I'm still getting used to a supportive partner, I'm still getting used to a job where I'm able (and encouraged) to ask for help. It's a small nonprofit that provides transitional housing for people with chronic illnesses but it sometimes involves pretending to be mentally healthy than I actually am, which is a learning curve too.

The second half of my day is going better because I remembered to eat. My own negative patterns include putting WAY too much pressure on myself, pretending I like things I don't in order to be nice (especially on TikTok so I will increase my scrolling), and reverting to past childhood encouragement to deny my feelings and to go against my own better judgment. These two things created a cycle of dependency that bit me in the ass as well as the asses of those who instilled it in me.

I like the happy chill days when I can just live my life without the heavy meditations on the way things are going. This is obviously not one of them. Today also highlighted the ways I struggle to take care of myself let alone anyone else (even if it's my actual job description) and as much as I attribute this to money, I'm not sure the high pressure way of living would go away if I had more. If it led to having more money, I'd probably keep doing it because then it would seem like it's justified.

[horsedenial]

why am i yearning for romance these days. like im just chilling at cedar rapids but then im like omg what if i watched a horror movie with someone and we held hands<3 like please shit the fuck up

[shardofsun]

Me not watching a single one of the exile arc videos and happily living in my post-revolution pre-election world where everyone is happy and everyone reconciles

[astro-inky]

me casually scrolling through my feed and seeing a weird ass ranboo crown cult speaking alien

[keanotclickbait]

i miss chilling in cedar rapids

[ghostcrows]

ive quarantined myself in one of the library study rooms

i guess i live here now

[spikeyjo]

Fuck yes I hit my personal goal today 🥳

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (March 16/2021) - Worst Day

“May the best day of your past be the worst day of your future.”

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Foolish

Tubbo

Ranboo

Quackity

Badboyhalo

Captain Puffy

—-

- Foolish continues work on the mansion.

- Ranboo goes mining and talks about his ARG plans while getting chat to gamble. It’s the calm before the storm.

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WORST DAY.

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- Quackity’s stream opens with a shot of Schlatt’s Grave. The sound of a chest opening can be heard.

“Alex...you know, you and I? You know I wouldn’t do anything disadvantageous...”

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Chapter One.

-

- Quackity climbs up to the roof of Punz’s tower, where he comes face to face with Bad.

Bad: "You keep getting in my way, Quackity...”

- Quackity asks why Bad brought him up here. He tells Bad he’s just an asset to the Egg. Bad replies that he’s not just an asset -- he’s serving a purpose Quackity could never understand.

Bad: “You call it the Egg...that’s just the surface. That’s just what you think it is. It is so much more than that. It is something you cannot even comprehend.”

- Quackity asks if all Bad is is an “asset to power.”

Quackity: “You don’t know what power is, Bad, then that’s your issue. That’s why I’m getting in your way. It’s ‘cause I know the ins and outs of business, I know the ins and outs of power. And I’m sorry that’s something you’re never gonna understand yourself.”

- Quackity tells Bad to not waste his time. Bad replies that he called Quackity to tell him to stay out of his way.

- Quackity then says he can show Bad what he’s been working on: real power.

- A cutscene shows Quackity and Bad riding off into the distance, making their way to:

Las Nevadas.

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Chapter Two.

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- At his cow farm, Quackity finds a book in the chest, wondering who put it there. It gives instructions to follow a railway track above.

“You had the fattest ass in my cabinet.”

- Quackity follows the line down into a cave where Glatt is waiting for him. It’s...a gym? The Big Man Gym.

- Austin from Austinshow is a dead guy with Glatt.

- He can’t go upstairs or else his skin starts falling off, so he stays down in the gym with his dad.

- Wilbur goes to the gym every day in his beanie.

- Tommy also came down to the gym.

- The dead all come down to the gym to lift weights.

- Quackity asks who else is up there. Glatt says he just wants to reconnect with Quackity.

- Glatt has apparently been learning Spanish.

- Mexican Dream also comes down to the gym. Neither Quackity nor Glatt know who he is and Quackity asks if Dream’s been visiting. He hasn’t helped Glatt learn Spanish.

- Quackity tells Glatt he hates seeing him, so he’ll give him five minutes.

- Glatt gives Quackity a preposition: He wants to escape the confines of the gym and wants to be revived. He knows of a thing that exists that could help him: a book.

- The green guy who comes down to the gym sometimes has this book.

- Quackity tells Glatt he has a business venture, and is willing to offer him a bet: 

If Quackity loses, he goes to Dream and gets the revive book and gives it to Glatt to use. If Quackity wins, Glatt never gets revived and works for Quackity forever.

They agree on the bet and start walking, Quackity asking Glatt about his other adventures...

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Chapter Three.

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- It’s raining. Quackity is standing outside Bee ‘n’ Boo as Sam walks up to him. He apologizes for calling Sam in on short notice.

- They head into the Big Innit Hotel, and Quackity tells Sam it’s time for him to visit Dream.

- Sam is hesitant. The last visit didn’t go well. 

- Quackity says that there are issues with the prison, and that’s that Tommy died in there, and as Sam’s business partner, he wants to know Sam is reliable.

- Sam replies that his job isn’t to keep the visitors alive, but to keep Dream there.

- Quackity asks, even though Sam has Dream locked up, what stopped him from killing Tommy? Nothing.

Quackity: “He has power, Sam. He still has power. Why haven’t we killed him?”

Sam: “We can’t kill him, Quackity, he’s the only one who can bring people back to life. It’s the whole reason we put him in the prison in the first place.”

- Quackity suggests, then, that they go in, take the book from Dream and then they won’t need Dream anymore.

- Sam points out that he’ll refuse to give anyone the book, since Dream knows that’s the only reason they’re keeping him alive.

- Quackity asks that he at least be allowed to try. 

- Sam says it’s not that he doesn’t trust Quackity, it’s that he doesn’t trust Dream. But, as Quackity points out, that’s the safety issue.

- Sam still doesn’t think it’s a good idea. Quackity starts backing away from the hotel slowly.

Quackity: “So how am I supposed to rely on you for any business opportunities, when you won’t even grant me one simple visit?”

Sam: “What is that supposed to -- I assume you’ve seen the work Awesamdude Constructions has done in Las Nevadas?”

Quackity: “Yeah, but Sam, that’s...You’re good at what you do, you’re just not cooperating though. That’s what I need from a business partner, cooperation.”

- Quackity has an idea. He places two item frames on the wall with an axe and a sword and asks to bring them in with him. That’s all he needs to get the last bit of power Dream has.

- Sam is still doubting, but Quackity brings up Tommy’s death, asking if Sam is going to let Dream get away with it. He assures Sam that he won’t kill Dream, just talk with him.

Quackity: “Sam, there’s an underlying safety issue, he killed Tommy. Do you really have any control of him right now? Is there any control you have over him right now, Sam? I can fix that, I can fix that! All you gotta do is let me in and bring these two in.”

- Quackity assures Sam that he knows what he’s doing and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to get that book.

- Sam finally agrees, and they walk over to Pandora’s Vault. They enter the prison and Sam asks Quackity the entry questions:

“When’s the last time you visited the prison?”

“This is my first time. I’ve never visited the prison before.”

“Where is your place of residence located?”

“Las Nevadas.”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves to be locked up?”

“No doubt about it, of course I do.”

“What are all your prior relations with the prisoner?”

“We don’t get along, I’ll leave it at that.”

- Quackity seals the waiver book without signing it.

- They go through the security measures and Quackity does the same with the other waivers.

- They make it to the lava wall. Sam gives Quackity some food.

Sam: “The tools you have are whatever, but...if you’re gonna do this Big Q, do it right.”

- Sam throws Quackity shears, Warden’s Will, Warden’s Hammer and some item frames. He tells Quackity to not hold anything in his hand.

- The lava lowers, Quackity crosses on the bridge and comes face to face with Dream.

- Quackity asks Dream how it feels to be in there. Must feel bad.

- He brings up what Dream did to Tommy. Dream asks what people think about it. Did they think it was cool? What were they saying?

Quackity: “What matters is the very concept of it. You have a book that can bring people back.”

Dream: “And now people will believe me!”

Quackity: “Yeah...I know you have that book, Dream. Everyone at this point knows you have that book.”

Dream: “Yeah! That’s good!”

Quackity: “I mean, depends on the eyes of who you see it.”

Dream: “Well, I mean...it’s good for me.”

- Quackity tells Dream that he wants -- needs the book.

- Dream tells him that he burnt the book. Now it’s just knowledge in his head.

Dream: “I’m the book.”

- Quackity asks him to tell him what he knows, or else. He puts up the item frames on the wall and puts Warden’s Will in one of them.

Dream: “How did you -- “

Quackity: “I’m asking the nice way, Dream, and you didn’t want to tell me.”

Dream: “You’re not gonna kill me.”

Quackity: “I”m not gonna kill you, but --”

Dream: “SAM!”

Quackity: “I’m gonna make your last days in this fucking prison hell, Dream.”

Dream: “SAM! HOW DID YOU -- “

Quackity: “Don’t fucking touch me man, alright? It’s simple, Dream, alright? You’re gonna tell me all the knowledge you have in that fuckin’ book or I’m gonna come here every. Single. Fucking. Day. To make your life hell. That is exactly what I’m gonna fucking do, and I”m gonna stick to it until you give me that fucking book.”

Dream: “I’m not gonna tell you anything!”

Quackity: “You have no other choice. If you want me here every fucking day, then you’re gonna give me the fucking knowledge on the book. I’m not fucking around, Dream, you’re gonna tell me!”

Dream: “SAM!”

Quackity: “You can scream for Sam all you want, Dream.”

Dream: “How -- there’s no way -- How did you sneak it in?!”

Quackity: “Alright, alright, you know what? There’s been enough talking. There’s been enough talking, Dream. You’re gonna tell me, or we’re gonna do this the fucking hard way for as long as we need to do it.”

- The screen fades to black.

- Quackity walks to the El Rapids poster, his clothes splattered with blood. One by one, he takes down the faces of Sapnap, George and Karl. He leaves his intact.

- As Quackity goes to the peak of El Rapids and begins to take it apart, voices can be heard in the background.

...

Quackity: “This means nothing, George, this means nothing in comparison...to a challenge to power.”

“At the end of the day, what this is is a new beginning, okay? This is a new beginning for the country El Rapids. Ready? Let’s just hit each other at the same time, ready?”

“Three...”

“Two...”

“One...”

“Yeah!”

Sapnap: “I wanna fight Dream.”

Quackity: “Step by step, Sapnap, step by step. We’ll get there someday.”

Ghostbur: “What is Mexican L’manburg?”

Quackity: “Mexican L’manburg was a little place we made next to L’manburg, to kind of commemorate...”

“It’s time to say goodbye and rename it to El Rapids, baby! Have you heard of Cedar Rapids, Ghostbur?”

Ghostbur: “Yes, I’m just chilling there! Most of the time.”

Quackity: “YES!”

...

- Quackity removes his face from the picture.

- There’s a final shot of Quackity from the back, looking at the picture...

It cuts to live-action as Quackity crumples the shot into paper, puts down a whiteboard calendar with all the days marked “Visit Dream,” crosses off the first and throws his briefcase down, spilling its contents of poker chips and a pair of scissors.

- End of stream.

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- Bad gets a pet horse named Pebbles! 

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Upcoming events remain the same.

[teddy06writes]

wait my bad u dont write for george sorry ahhh can u make it quackity instead?

Quackity x reader (for reference they just asked for fluff)

trigger warnings: swearing

(y/n/n)- your nickname

premise: Quackity introduces you to his fans

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“Alex? Are you sure about this?”

So far, you and Alex had been going steady for nearly a year, and the whole time Alex had managed to avoid letting the secret out to his fans, and now that you were both ready, you were going to announce your relationship, but, you were, needless to say, nervous.

“Of course I am baby,” He quickly took one of your hands in his, “There gonna love you, I promise.”

Though it did little to help your nerves you didn’t say it out loud, and Alex pressed a kiss to your knuckles before turning and hitting the ‘go live’ button.

The title of the stream wasn’t too exciting just ‘we’re playing horror games again!! (+special guest)’ , but still the chat began to fill with people, excited to know who it was.

Alex began to excitedly chatter to his chat, talking about the Slender game you guys were going to play, and you sat to the side watching as he finished getting things ready and turned on his web cam.

“Guys! Get hype! We’ve got something big today!”

You chuckled at his enthusiasm, and he grinned back at you, before motioning for you to move your chair in frame, “Guys! Guys I’ve got someone for you to meet!”

You smiled awkwardly at the camera, “Hello!”

“Guys this is my partner! This is (Y/n)!” Alex grinned, pecking at your cheek.

You blushed, “Hi guys!”

“Chat look at them! They’re so pretty! Chat they’re so awesome!”

You berried your head in his shoulder, laughing “Sto-op!”

“No! Let me show you off to the people!” He chuckled.

You scrunched up your nose at him, “I signed up for hanging out, not for being shown off!”

“Too late!” Alex said cheerfully, turning to peck your lips.

You giggled, sitting up more to kiss him properly.

He smiled into it, pulling away to address the chat, “I am not a simp! I’m not a simp chat!”

“He is!” You stage whispered toward the mic.

“Betrayal!” He gasped dramatically.

~~

Many failed attempts at making it through the game later, your chin was resting on Alex’s shoulder, as you read through the chat, Alex still attempting to play the game.

Your eyes skimmed over the repeated, ‘just chilling in cedar rapids’ and ‘guys hold hands I’m scared’, “Why is your chat so weird?”

“Leave them alone man! Let them live!” He looked over at the other monitor, “And if they are weird it’s not my fault!”

You chuckled, “except for the fact that they’re just echoing you Ms. Clinton.”

Alex snorted, “I am just chilling in Cedar Rapids! Let’s Pokémon go to the polls!”

“Your ridiculous.” you laughed.

He turned, quickly pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose before going back and resuming the game, “That I am.”

You chuckled, “Nerd.”

“Shut up.” He scoffed.

It only took about three more minutes for the scare counter to fully fill up, “It’s not me chat! It’s the game! The game adds more jump scares!”

“I feel like it doesn’t though.” You laughed.

“Yes it does!”

“Well still!”

He rolled his eyes, “Alright, whatever, I’ll see you later chat.” And ended stream.

He looked back at you and you cocked an eyebrow, “What?”

Alex grinned, leaning forward and peppering kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, simp.”

[foryouthegays]

Wait how did Quackity roast the president?

ill do my best to explain but i wasnt there live. so at one point during his stream he tweeted “IM JUST CHILLIN, IN CEDAR RAPIDS!!!!!!!!” in reference to a hillary clinton vine. (or maybe he said it, it got on trending, and then he tweeted it?) it got on trending, and soon after (?), trump tweeted “Twitter is sending out totally false “Trends” that have absolutely nothing to do with what is really trending in the world. They make it up, and only negative “stuff”. Same thing will happen to Twitter as is happening to @/FoxNews daytime. Also, big Conservative discrimination!” and quackity retweeted trumps tweet with “JUST @ ME NEXT TIME”. ceder rapids is now 2 in trending and i am screaming. remember to chill in ceder rapids!

While playing horror game Slender: The Arrival, popular streamer Quackity referenced Hillary Clinton's viral 2015 Snapchat video, in which the former Democratic presidential candidate said she was 'chilling in Cedar Rapids', Iowa

[hidingbehindmishacollins]

I am

I am just

I am just chilling

I am just chilling in Cedar Rapids

[dromaeo-sauridae]

HELLO MY WIFI IS FUCKED BUT LESS SO :D

and i am doing good, excluding feeling sick but it's been like that for a few days now so ://

how are you :]]

im ok i guess i have to go to kickboxing soon so im not looking forward to that :// but otherwise im just chilling in cedar rapids

[incorrectcomputercrewquotes]

Computer Crew as Vines

Jay: Who’s the hottest Uber driver you’ve ever had?

Palace: *panicking* Um, I’ve never been to oovoo javer

Eighty: *while high* Oh, gurl, lemme give you a kiss, that is good, mwah! That is beautiful- WOAH! *trips and falls* I FELL ON MY BOOTY!

Jay: *dancing awkwardly and falls on his face*

River: *recording* OH! He needs some MILK!

Some Squip: *waddles awkwardly over to toddler Palace*

Palace: Daddy?

Some Squip: DO I LOOK LIKE-

Jamie: *over the loudspeaker* Palace to the foyer? I have a little surprise for you!

Palace: *gasping at baby pig* Is that a chicken??

River: *stoned* On all levels except physical, I am a wolf

River: *barks*

Jay: Yo what are we about to do

River: Yo drink this vodka down the hatch, come on

River: *drinks vodka*

River: *nearly cries, spits it up, aggressive flapping*

Jay: I’m just chilling in Cedar Rapids

Eighty: When there’s too much drama at school, all you gotta do is *mad riff* WALK AWAYAYAYAYAYAY

Eighty: I brought you frankincense

Palace: Thank you

Aussie: And I brought you myrrh

Palace: Thank you..?

Aussie: MYRRH-DER!

Palace: *gasps* AUSSIE NO

Jay: Two shots of vodka

Jay: *pours the whole fucking bottle*

James: Hi my name is James, I have a basketball game tomorrow, well I’m a point guard, I got shoe game

Eighty: Hey Dad! Say “Who want lasagna?”

Palace: Who want lasga- *trips*

Palace: Mothertrucker dude! That hurt like a buttcheek on a stick!

Jay: WATCH YOUR PROFANITY

Eighty: *after hours of everyone arguing* I DONT GET NO SLEEP CUZ OF YALL! YALL AINT NEVER GONNA SLEEP CUZ OF ME!

Palace: *hiding in the closet from a killer*

Aussie: ...Red Robin~

Palace: YUMMM- OH NO OH NO

River: Airhorn prank!

River: *honks airhorn*

Palace: *after zoning out* Did someone say something?

Eighty: *while high* My favourite screamo band is probably Big Time Rush?

Jay: *tears up and clutches heart, also high* oh my god

River: *walks in wearing his boxers* Hi welcome to chili’s!

Jay: LETS DO THE FORK IN THE GARBAGE DISPOSAL

Jay and Palace: DINGDINGDINGDADINGDADINGDADINGDING-

Jay: *high* Get to Del Taco! They got a new thing called Fresha- Freeee- FRE SHA VA CODO

Aussie: we all die you either kill yourself or get killed

Aussie: *dancing* What you gonna do? What you gonna do?

River: How much did you pay for that taco?

Jay: eyy you know dis boi’s got his free taco- *falls over and kills taco*

Jay: *lipsynching to Smooth Criminal*

Eighty: *dances by in the background*

Palace: *rides in on a hover board covered by a carpet, dressed as Aladdin* I CAN SHOW YOU THE WORLD-

Aussie: It’s an avocado! Thaaannnksss..

Eighty: *with spoons over his eyes* I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there. I was too busy blocking out the haters

River: *slides down a frozen ramp on his feet* Good evening

Jay: *walks through the cereal aisle at the grocery store*

Jay: *kicks a box of Kix*

Aussie: *trips*

Eighty: Woah! You good, man?

Aussie: *sobs while shoving spaghetti back into her pocket*

Eighty: *imitating a white girl* OH MAH GAWD I LOVE CHIPOTLEEE! CHIPOTLE IS MY LIIIIIFE!

Aussie: Back at it again at Krispy Kreme

Aussie: *does some awesome gymnast shit and breaks the sign*

Jamie: *awkwardly* Okay

Jamie: *awkwardly* OJ

Jamie: *awkwardly* Crochet

Jamie: *awkwardly* Obey

Jamie: *awkwardly* Jose

Eighty: *downstairs* YO LETS GO

Jay: Okay I’m calling shotgun!

Jay: *picks up a remote*

Jay: Hey I was just wondering if I could sit in the front seat

Aussie: Sure son

Jay: Thanks

River: What’s better than this? Guys being dudes

Eighty: *singing high notes loudly*

River: SHUT UP

Eighty: Yes

Palace: What would you do if there was a child right in front of you?

River: *yeets child to the side*

Jay: *high* Ooo I like your accent, mmm, where you from?

River: I’m Russian

Jay: Oop- my bad- I’ll let you keep going, hurry up!

Palace: IS THAT A DOG IN A CAR- ‘EY, ‘EY- ARE Y- WH- WHERED YOU LEARN TO DRIVE?! WHAT-

Palace: LET ME SEE WHAT YOU HAVE

Aussie: *running away* A KNIFE

Palace: NO

Eighty: *giggling and skipping to the couch*

Eighty: *flops down* River! Sup?!

James: *cant play the recorder right* God damn!

James: oh- I’m sorry- *does an apology prayer and continues*

Aussie: *high* Why you mad? Why you sad? When you could be glade *sprays air freshener everywhere*

River: Go ahead and introduce yourself!

Palace: My name is Palace with a B and I’m scared of insects

River: Stop stop stop

Palace: Hm?

River: Where?

Palace: What?

River: Where’s the B?

Palace: THERES A B E E ? !

James: *strums guitar*

James: *screams*

River: Jay LOOK ITS THE GOOD KUSH

Jay: *done with his shit* It’s the dollar store, how good can it be?

River: Cabetsu, cabetsu, ca-bet-su

River: *now joined by the other squips* LETTASSU, LETTASSU, LET-TASS-UUUU

Eighty: I don’t care about my haters, and if you wanna fight me, then fight me

Jay: I have no soul. Have a nice day!

River: I don’t have one either

Game show host: Do you have anyone in the audience?

Jamie: My boyfriend Neil

James: *awkward wave*

Eighty: Hey I’m lesbian

Jay: *high* I thought you were american?

River: That is not correct. Because according to the encyclopaedia of *weird tongue noises*

Palace: Release all of the sounds that are trapped in your mind

Jay: *deep breath*

Jay: *screams*

Eighty: Hello Aussie

Aussie: Hi Eighty

Eighty: Those shoes look familiar

River: SHUT U P

Aussie:

Aussie: ¿A quién le estás diciendo que shut up? ¡¿ME ESTÁS DICIENDO QUE SHUT UP?!

Jay: *spills oil on the floor*

Jay: HEY PALACE COME GET YALL JUICE

Jay: *slips and shatters the oven door* SHIT

Jay: So I’m sitting there

Jay: Barbecue sauce on my titties

Eighty: *w h e e z e*

River: When you’re in the hotel room and you have to pay for the water

River: *yeets water bottle* SHUT THE HELL YOUR MOUTH

River: *at the sink* THERE’S FREE WATER RIGHT HERE

[itsmaddienotmaddy]

Of COURSE Megan Rapinoe is in Des Moines, Iowa while I am doing a work road trip THROUGH THE STATE OF IOWA.

Except, I’m...

...JUST CHILLING IN FUCKIN CEDAR RAPIDS and won’t be in Des Moines until Friday.

#COOL

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Family Remains- Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,067

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

Feedback is the glue that holds my writing together.

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Looking at the children in front of you, you took a deep breath and enjoyed the peaceful afternoon. Families walked by you as they minded their own business, dogs barked happily as they played on the grass, the sun shone brightly in the sky. It was the perfect day to be outside which is why you were sitting on the marble bench of a fountain. The wind made the light mist hit your body which cooled you down. Nothing could ruin this moment.

“You’re getting stronger,” a woman said from next to you. Looking over, you saw Amara watching the kids.

“Leave me alone,” you sighed.

“I can’t. You’re my only vessel in the world. I need to know how you’re doing.”

“How can you have more than one vessel?”

“I didn’t say anything about that,” she chuckled.

“My mom said she was having dreams about you, nightmares. Was she your vessel too?”

“And her mom, and hers, and all their mothers before them,” she nodded in confirmation.

“How?”

“I needed a vessel for when I get out. I happen to choose your bloodline from the very start. I turned average witches into the best ones. Your magic will help me achieve what I want most.”

“And what is that?” you asked as she stared at you. She shook her head, and you knew you weren’t going to get an answer from her.

“I need you to ignore what the Angels are saying about me. Forget what you think you know,” she said just as she misted away.

Opening your eyes, your body still felt a little sore from the hunt you just got off of about two hours ago. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get Amara out of your head. The number of dreams you’ve had of her was too many to count. Wherever she was, she was trying to get inside of your head which wasn’t going to happen. The only reason you haven’t told Sam and Dean about this because you didn’t want them to worry about you.

Looking at the brothers, you saw Sam resting his head against the window pane while Dean was reading some papers, no doubt, about a case.

“What are you doing, Dean?” you asked with a sigh. At the sound of your voice, Sam woke up before checking the time on his watch.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he asked. Sam looked at you before shifting his gaze to his brother.

“Like you’re looking for a job,” he answered for you.

“Yahtzee.” Groaning, you sat up before resting your elbow on the back of the front seat before resting your chin on your palm.

“We just finished a job like two hours ago.”

“Adrenaline's still pumping, I guess. So, what do you think... Cedar Rapids, Tulsa, or Chi-Town?”

“I am all for working. I really am, but you got us chasing cases nonstop for like a month now. We need sleep,” you yawned.

“Yeah, we can sleep when we're dead.”

“You're exhausted, Dean,” his brother chimed in.

“I'm good.”

“No, you're not. You're running on fumes, and you can't run forever.”

“And what am I running from?”

“From what you told us. Or are we pretending that never happened?” Sam asked, and you both stared at Dean, waiting for an answer.

“Stratton, Nebraska,” Dean said after a pause. Looks like he isn’t talking about it now. “Farm town. A man gets hacked to death in a locked room inside a locked house. No signs of forced entry.”

“Sounds like a ghost,” you sighed. Of course, he wouldn’t talk about it now. Why would he?

“Yes, it does,” Dean nodded. Sam groaned and rested his head back on the window before closing his eyes. Moving closer to Dean, you rested your chin on your hands which were laid out on the back of the front seat. Dean sighed as he thought about what his brother said, just as you kissed his jaw since that was the only thing you could reach. Pressing one more kiss to his cheek, you patted his shoulder in comfort.

“I love you,” you whispered before laying back on the back seat. If he didn’t want to talk about it, fine, but you were going to keep telling him that you were going to be there for him.

It was almost the afternoon when Dean pulled up to the old two-story house. The yard needed to be worked on badly, but you figured whoever moved in next would take care of that. The only thing you loved about it was that it was vacant. The previous owners left, and no one has bought it since which meant an easy job for the three of you.

“Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. This place is gonna sell like hotcakes,” Dean said as he walked into the abandoned house. Upon walking into the living room, the brothers checked out the place while you couldn’t help but think there was someone or thing watching you. Looking around, your eyes landed on a vent that was stationed on the wall. Sam walked into the kitchen first with his brother trailing behind him, but when Dean didn’t see you, he turned to see you staring at the vent.

“Sweetheart, you coming?”

“Yeah,” you muttered just as you broke your gaze. Following him into the kitchen, you stared at the disgusting pale yellow on the walls. Whoever owns this house next, you hoped they had better taste. Sam and Dean began checking the cabinets while you looked at the wall. The paint looked messed up, as if there was something behind it. Walking over to it, you ran your hand over the creases in the shape of a large square.

“Hey, check this out,” you commented, catching the brothers’ attention. Knocking on the square, you figured out it was hollow which meant something was behind it.

“It's hollow,” Dean observed.

“It's probably a dumbwaiter. All these old houses had them,” Sam explained as he walked away.

“Know-it-all,” Dean muttered which made you smile. Sam swiftly turned around since he obviously heard his brother in the empty room.

“What?”

“What?” Dean repeated, looking innocent.

“You said…”

“What?”

“Never mind,” Sam rolled his eyes before leaving the room. Dean smirked which made you giggle.

“Dork,” you chuckled, following the younger brother into another room. As soon as you walked in, Sam took out his EMF reader to try and get a feel of this place. As soon as he turned it on, the thing went crazy.

“Well, no bloodstains, fresh coat of paint, it's a bunch of bubkes,” Dean sighed.

“Needle's all over the place,” Sam said. Looking out the window, you saw a bunch of powerlines to charge the isolated houses out here.

“Yeah, power lines,” you stated. Sam sighed and turned off the reader before opening a closet door. What he saw made him jump which made you want to go check it out. What you saw sent chills down your spine.

“Well, that's super-disturbing,” you stared at the single hairless doll head.

“Think it got left behind?” Sam asked.

“By who? Unless Bill Gibson likes to play with doll heads,” Dean groaned. Suddenly, the sound of two vehicles came from outside which made you look out the window. There, you saw a white car leading a moving van straight to the house.

“I thought you said this place was still for sale,” you asked Sam.

“Apparently, it's not. Come on.” Quickly abandoning the room, you maneuvered through the rooms to the front door and exited the house where you saw a young boy playing with a dog, and three adults and once female teenager unpacking the SUV. Just about to leave the house, you saw a white card on the floor that you must have missed when you walked in. Picking it up, you saw it was a business card for a cleaning service with a Mrs. Curry and her number on it. Knowing it might mean something, you pocketed it as you left the house.

“Who are they?” you heard the teenager ask as you walked down the front porch steps.

“Can I help you?” Brian, the father, asked.

“Hi. Are you the new owner?” Sam asked as all three of you too out the badges that will work on them.

“Yeah. You guys are...?”

“This is Mr. Stanwyk. I'm Mr. Babar. She is Ms. Watson. County code enforcement,” Dean introduced the trio.

“We had the building inspected last week. Is there a problem?”

“Asbestos in the walls, a gas leak—yeah, I'd say we got a problem,” you stated.

“Asbestos? Meaning what?” Susan, the mother, wondered.

“Meaning until this house is up to code, it's uninhabitable.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're saying we can't stay here?”

“It's a health hazard. You don't want to.”

“Hold up. We just drove four hundred miles,” Ted, the uncle, started to say but Dean cut him off.

“There's a motel just down the road. Till this gets cleaned up, I suggest you stay there.”

“Alright, and what if we don't?” Brian challenged.

“Well, you get a fine or you go to jail. Pick your poison,” you said with a small smile. Brian sighed before looking at his family. When his wife shrugged, he made up his mind.

“One night. One night, and I'll take care of everything, ASAP, I promise.”

“Yeah, you do that,” Dean muttered.

“Another motel? Awesome, Dad. I hope this one has hooker sheets, like the last one,” Kate, the teenager, said which got you surprised. Everyone started packing the car up, and you turned around to go back to the car to discuss this new development on the case.

“Great, we have one day to figure out what the hell is going on here. Where do we start?” Dean asked with a deep sigh.

“I’m guessing here,” you said as you pulled out the card. “I found it on the floor. Assuming it got left behind by the previous owners, I suggest we start there.”

“Good thinking,” Dean smiled before the three of you got into the car. Better to get this started as soon as possible.

“What did the room look like when you found it, Mrs. Curry?” Sam asked the woman once you found her house. One call was all it took to see her, but you knew she wasn’t expecting you three.

“I already told the local boys, there was blood everywhere,” she said through the screen door.

“And Mr. Gibson—where was he?” you asked.

“Everywhere.”

“How long have you been cleaning Mr. Gibson's house?”

“About five years.”

“So, you knew him pretty well.”

“Well, not really well. He was really private. Not the easiest man. Not that I blame him.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“His wife dies in childbirth. Daughter hangs herself in the attic twenty years later. I'd be bitter, too. I think I got some pictures,” she explained as she left the door, and returned with pictures of the daughter, his wife, and Mr. Gibson. She handed them to you before closing the screen door again.

“Thanks. Can we keep these?”

“Suit yourself.”

“Now, why'd the daughter kill herself?” you asked.

“I don't know. That was before my time.”

“Did you ever notice anything odd in the house when you were cleaning it?” Dean took over the questioning.

“Like what?”

“Like, you know, like lights going on and off, things not being where you left them, that sort of thing?”

“No. Well, maybe there was one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Sometimes, I thought I heard like a... rustling in the walls, like a rat. But, I never saw any so it might have been just me.”

“Do you happen to know where Mrs. Gibson and her daughter were buried?” Sam wondered.

“They were both cremated.”

“Thank you for your time,” you smiled before she shut the door. Walking back to the car, you thought what could be possessing the house.

“Alright. So, it probably wasn't the mom or the daughter. Whose ghost was it?” you asked.

“I don't know. But I say we give that place a real once-over and see,” Dean declared and got into the car. Let’s hope you can find out what happened before sundown. With that family out of the way, it made things easier for you.

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