#I just really love Sam Ward okay?

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SAMMY'S GIRL (ii) | s.kerr

summary: MORE headcanons on your relationship with sam, read part one here.

pairing: fem!reader x sam kerr

notes: getting out lots of little headcanons because they're just so much fun to do. sammy's girl is my favourite of all my girls (completely bias, sorry) but if you want to see what other 'wags' are in my lil universes, check out my masterlists!! each 'wag' is also going to get their own tag, so check those out for little file facts, or ask questions/send thoughts so we can add to them all!! lots of love

as previously established, you’ve grown up with sam right

you’ve known her through every little phase and every weird obsession she’s ever had

you know her deepest secrets and she knows yours

its honestly quite jarring because you both know each other better than you know yourselves

you’re not at sporty as sam, only relaly dabbling in school netball for carnivals and stuff when they needed extra girls

but sam would try and include you as much as she could in all aspects of her career

if she was having a solo gym day, or just going on a walk

guess whos coming with!?!!!

its you!!!!!!

if she wants a swim at the beach for recovery

she is making sure that you tag along

(not just to see you in your bathers, its for recovery, have some professionalism please)

sam has spent half of her life without you and having to settle for seeing you through a screen

so once you’re in london with her permanently, she is making the most of that

she needs to shower? you’re passing her body wash

she’s hungry? shes making two servings and you’re eating with her

she wants a coffee? youre heading to your favourite spot

you are always around

and sam isn’t having it if you’re not

when she does have to go away?

youre getting texts from guro, erin and millie complaining about her

‘omg she wont shut up about you’

‘if sam doesn’t stop talking im gonna clock her y/n, i won’t be held responsible for my actions’

‘she’s at a new level of pathetic, please come get your girl’

but they understand, they love you too

the entirety of the chelsea squad know you’re at every game

they have a dedicated seat for you in the family and friends section

everyone is away that it’s your seat

millie’s fiancée wards people away from it

he once had to face the consequences of sitting in your seat

he wouldn’t wish an angry emma hayes or sam kerr upon anyone

but its not all about sam

she is just your biggest cheerleader

you were able to finish your degree online and were lucky enough that your credentials in australia carried over to the uk 

so you started working there

im picturing sports journalism???????? you were forced to be around sport your entire life that it kinda just became a natural thing

you were so well-informed on so many different sports it was crazy

sam loved plugging anything you were writing

you posted a new article? she’s sharing that shit on her instagram story

you won an award for a piece? she’s at the ceremony

you’re working overtime to get a project finished? she’s ordering you dinner to the office

as much as sam is a professional and very famous athlete

she’s still just sammy to you

and she’s never forgotten that

but to her, you are the best thing to ever happen to planet earth

and she makes sure that everyone knows

living with sam is lots of fun

you relish in all of the time you get to spend together

call it making up lost time

sure, she leaves her stuff everywhere

but you’re guilty of that too

you still hold each other accountable

‘sam you didn’t do the dishes’

‘okay and you didn’t hang out the laundry’

‘… fair enough’

making dinner together is just chaotic 

sam can only cook breakfast, she excels at smashed avocado

so she really lets you take the reins on dinners 

she succumbs to the sou-chef life

you force her to watch movies with you

she argues and says that tv shows are better

(even though you know she’s completely invested in whatever film you’ve chosen)

you have a little brother who just idolises sam

and he has since the day he was born

he was a classic accident child, a real surprise for your parents

but watching him grow up was just the best

hes the biggest women’s soccer fan you know

he’s up-to-date on all of the woso drama

definitely can tell you the entire timeline and drama of the mcfoord relationship 

so when he’s old enough

sam flies him over to the uk all the time

he just loves sam so much

he wears her jersey to every game, saying he doesn’t want anyone elses

(maybe maccas, but that’s a different story)

and sam is estatic to have him there

definitely walks out with him as her mascot on multiple occasions

sam isn’t super touchy feely in front of others

but when shes drunk, she can’t help it

she just wants to hold you and she doesn’t care who’s around to see it

sam really loves watching men at bars or in clubs try to hit on you

just to go and ruin their fun

it’s her favourite pastime really

sam’s extra sappy and clingy when tired

after a big night or a tiring game, she wants to curl up next to you and have you hold her until she falls asleep

sometimes it’s a foreign feeling for you

sam is almost always the big spoon

so you really drink in the feeling whenever she feels vulnerable enough to let you hold her for a change

sam is also extra attentive when you’re not feeling well

she’s so doting and always checking in on you

if shes around, you’re being waited on hand and foot

‘are you okay? do you have a temp?’

‘let me get you some water’

‘i don’t like the sound of that cough, y/n’

if she’s away for a game, your phone does not stop ringing

she’s always texting when she has a spare minute 

and if she has more than ten minutes to spare, she’s calling you to see how you are

sam just adores you

the fans adore you even more

the amount of tiktok edits of you and sam are crazy

the one of you in the stands after her goal against england in the world cup went viral

the way you jumped out of your seat and almost threw yourself over the barrier was on the news the next day

the clip continuing as sam ran over to your section, as you both shouted in celebration to each other

or the clips in the matildas doco series of the two of you

the lesbians went feral for that shit

everyone wants what you have

everyone wants you

you are that bitch

sam knows it too

and she’s not afraid to let people know just who you are

because you’re hers 

forever and always

[scoonsalicious]

4.1 Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 397

Previously On...: You came to the realization that Bucky was the victim in the whole Winter Soldier debacle. And he sent you orchids <3 and that’s why the banner is orchids v. lilies. Get it?!?

A/N: Sorry, friends; I didn't realize how short this section was! Had this set to post at 4:45pm, but it didn’t; not sure why. So, you’ll get two parts today!

NOTE! The tag list is a fickle bitch, so I'm not really going to be dealing with it anymore. If you want to be notified when new story parts drop, please follow @scoonsaliciousupdates

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

Sam hadn’t been thrilled with the idea of lying to Lily if she asked him if he’d been with Bucky tonight, but he’d agreed to do it, all the same. 

“You don’t think it’s messed up that you have to lie to your best friend in order to go out with a girl you like?” Sam had asked him as Bucky got ready for his date with Major. “Not even a little abnormal?”

“You know Lil,” Bucky said with a sigh as he adjusted his hair in the mirror. “She’s… protective of me. I don’t want to bring her in on this until I know it’s something real, instead of, you know, just one night of really incredible sex.”

Sam made a disgusted face and waved his hands in front of him as if to ward off Bucky’s words. “Stop, man. I don’t need to hear about how you get your willy wet. You tryna give me nightmares?”

Bucky caught Sam’s eye in the mirror and grinned. Usually, it was Sam making him feel uncomfortable; Bucky quite enjoyed having the tables turned, for a change. “But, for real– if this thing with Major turns into something– and I’m really hoping it does– I’ll tell Lily. I just… kinda want to keep it for myself for now.”

Sam barked out a laugh. “Man, you’re playing with fire, you know that?”

Bucky frowned and turned to face his friend. “What do you mean?”

Sam put his hands up in mock surrender. “If you think McIntyre’s going to just be hunky-dory with becoming second-place girl in your life all of a sudden, you’re either a willful idiot or delusional.”

“It’s not crazy to expect my best friend to be happy for me if I found someone,” Bucky said.

“Willful idiot, it seems,” Sam said with a roll of his eyes. “So, what should I tell bestie-girl if she asks what you and I did tonight?”

Bucky considered a moment. “I don’t know– tell her we went to a bar, had some beers, and watched sports or something.”

“Please,” Sam said. “Girl knows you don’t watch sports.”

This was true, Bucky had to concede. “Okay, fine. Tell her we went to the shooting range, shot some rounds, then went into the city for some beers. Good enough?”

“Yeah, Pinnochio,” Sam said with a sigh. “That’ll work. Now, go get your girl.”

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What about Cas? pt. 1

I love when Sam and Dean fight and the reason why they fight is Cas. I love it for two main reasons.

One, Dean's quick-fire brain is at its best in these instances. One mention of Cas and Dean goes all pew-pew-pew on basically anybody and everybody calls his bluff. Crowley, of course, knew. Even Naomi knew. Lucifer fucking knew it. Well, everybody but Sam.

Two, these fights conveniently happen when Sam is going through his own shit (and doesn't know how to deal with it) to care about his brother's emotional state, making it even more painfully obvious that he severely lacks emotional intelligence/recognition skills. It's "Sam knows and doesn't know" at its best.

I've talked about how the "It’s not an “it,” Sam. It’s Cas" scene in s11 is an interesting example of Dean's rhetoric skills: that man can be on the losing side and still win an argument without breaking a sweat. Sam, on the other hand, not so much. He has a tendency to hyperfocus on one thing and lose sight of the plethora of other things he might need to be looking at.

As a consequence, Dean looks like the one with the heart, the one who cares, the one who's right, while Sam looks shallow, cold and even callous. However, as I've written multiple times, it's a matter of skills, therefore of abilities. Of what one can and the other can't.

So what about Cas?

"What about Cas?" is the first thing Sam says in "Lost and Found" to try and address what happened outside that cabin. With the unmistakable Sam's mark of elegant tact (I love him, he is me) he goes "What about Cas? Is he - is he really dead?" after they've just seen their friend getting skewered by Lucifer in front of their very eyes. To be fair to him, Cas has that thing, you know, that thing that he dies and then comes back. Plus, Sam's sense of what's real and what's not is... something to talk about. However, my heart feels for his total inability to read the room, or, well, the Impala: only 5 seconds before Dean couldn't even say the words "Cas is dead" ("Crowley’s dead, Kelly’s dead, Cas is—") and the best thing Sam can come up with is "Hey Dean, what do you think? Is Cas REALLY DEAD, UH?". Oh, Sam.

Throughout the episode Sam's still unsure whether Cas is permadead or not: at first he's got doubts, then Dean tells him that that's final. So he confirms Cas' death to Jack. However, when they're about to make the pyre for his body, Sam has some second thoughts: maybe they can bring him back. Dean is peremptory: "No we can't".

In "The Rising Son" Sam and Dean have a minor fight over Jack and his powers because he accidentally hurt the tattoo artist:

Sam: It was a reflex. He didn’t do it on purpose. Dean: Who cares if he didn’t do it on purpose? He did it. I mean, you didn’t see Cas smiting someone every time he got his teeth cleaned. Jack: I’m right here, you know. Dean: Yeah, and what about the vanishing tattoo? Donatello: An archangel healed himself. Sam: Another reflex. Dean: Or maybe he didn’t want to be warded. Sam: Okay, look, yeah, Jack is on Lucifer’s family tree. But we don’t know if that DNA is stronger than Kelly’s, or his connection with Cas. Dean: Oh, you mean the connection that got Cas killed?

I like this dialogue because, once again just like that scene in S11 that I've linked above, Dean's laying his cards on the table. A Crowley or a Lucifer wouldn't have missed that. Sam does.

Dean's the one who's brought Cas up. He explicitily (and unfairly) compares Jack with Cas. Jack hurt people while Cas, his Cas, wouldn't (Oh, Dean you're so wrong my precious baby boy, Cas would hurt people and he's actually done so multiple times and you know it: power imbalance between humans and angels is just what it is, on purpose or not, it's a fact). Dean's also the one who recognizes Jack's real "problem", i.e. he's also an angel, an extremely powerful one at that and his power's an issue.

Sam, however, is the one who brings Lucifer up. He acknowledges Jack's connection with him, Kelly and Cas. Big, BIG mistake. Sam unwittingly turns the knife in Dean's wound, although Dean's mention of Cas before was a huge red flag that Sam completely missed.

This might just be my interpretation but I think that Dean's unconscious eagerness to bring Cas up in any argument reveals his desire to talk about what happened, to vent his anger, to test the waters and see if Sam's on the same page as he is. He's not.

And I think Sam's got a right to be on a different page because this is what S12 was all about: while Dean had found his closure with Mary and had started to see himself as Cas' partner (I've talked about this in my spn s12 tags), Sam's still very much behind. He didn't put in the effort with Mary while Eileen, the one person outside of family Sam's got a connection with (excluding Rowena whom he doesn't trust yet) got brutally murdered by Ketch. Sam and Dean can't possibly be on the same page. Supernatural teaches us that when connections break things are bound to explode.

The dialogue continues:

Sam: I’m just saying, Jack doesn’t have to be evil. We can teach him not to be. [...] Donatello: Oh. Speaking not as a prophet but as a scientist, I don’t think teaching him is in the cards.It’s like asking a lion not to be a lion. Sam: But this is not a lion! This is a human! Donatello: With a strong dose of God juice. Dean: Okay, that’s it. I’m done, all right? ‘Cause he’s not God, he’s not Cas, he’s not Simba. He’s the friggin’ Devil!

That's it, Dean's done. The reason? Jack is not Cas. He throws that "he's not Cas" right in the middle, suspiciously hiding the importance of his statement: the techinque is so blatant that, as it turns out, he couldn't be clearer.

Talking on being on the same page:

Sam: Point is… if you and I are gonna do this, keep Jack on the right side of things, then—then we have to be on the same page. Dean: Okay. Well, that’s the problem, though, Sam, ‘cause we’re not on the same page. Like, at all. Sam: All right. You know what? I know what’s going on here. Dean: Oh. Okay. Well, please, tell me, what’s going on here? Sam: You thinking mom is gone and Cas is gone, and that Jack can’t be saved. Dean, after everything we’ve gone through… We just lost people we love, people who have been in our lives for a long time. Everything’s upside-down. I get it. But we’ve been down before. I mean, rock bottom. And we find a way. We fix it because that’s what we do. And Jack w—wants to do the right thing. Jack’s scared to death of who he is, and he’s scared of you.

As I've said, Dean had tested the waters to see if he and Sam were on the same page but he quickly realizes they're not. Sam claims that he knows what's going on and Dean sort of dares him to spill the beans. Poor Sam is wrong againg because the "you" in "you thinking that..." is actually him, not Dean. Sam's projecting his own fears onto Dean (Is Mom gone? Will I ever have a connection with her? Can Jack be saved? Is Cas really gone?). He starts and ends his little speech with that "you" but he clearly doesn't get what Dean's deal is.

Dean's deal is not just whether he thinks Cas and Mary are really gone and Jack can or can't be saved. Dean's deal is about what happened before Cas died and, more specifically, about what didn't happen. He'll reveal his cards, like he always does because that's what Dean does, he wears his heart on his sleeve, in the following episode.

[takenbypeter]

Anything For You Two

Bucky Barnes x reader

Words: 775

Authors note: this is the last part to the slow burn coworkers to friends/lovers thing. it’s nothing special tho but I hope you all like it. Thank you for all the love I’ve received on these fics 💜💕💜💕

Anything To Make Him Smile - Anything To Make You Smile

tag list: @athenabarnes

“I’ll be quick, just needa find my watch.”

“Okay, but why am I here though?” Bucky asked. It had been a few days since they last visited—days since Bucky left you the kitten picture, and now Sam had dragged him back to look for some watch his sister Sarah had gifted him a while back.

“Ever heard two heads are better than one? Look around,” Sam instructed. “I’ll head a floor up and check there.”

Sam didn’t leave him much option as he bolted before Bucky could argue. “Guess I’m looking for a watch,” he sighed, beginning to walk around absentmindedly.

He searched nonchalantly, eyes focused on the ground but not really looking when he heard your voice, “hey, what are you doing?” You asked, causing his head to lift.

He shrugged, head leaning to the side for a moment, “hey. Sam dragged me here to look for his watch. Apparently it holds sentimental value.”

“Oh well…can I help?”

Bucky would rather have you help than anybody else any day. Plus it could help ward off any who may want to small talk with him.

“Yeah. Just look around.”

“Wouldn’t it be in the lost and found?”

“We checked there, nothing.”

You let out a hmm, before joining him in the search. Together you walked side by side with your eyes mostly focused on the floor.

“Feeling better?” Bucky’s voice rang out as they walked down the hallway that seemed longer than usual.

“Oh yeah, for sure…still having nightmares?” You knew it was still a touchy subject but luckily he felt comfortable enough to talk with you about that whole situation.

Bucky let out a deep breath that he seems to always be carrying, “always.”

Another hmm left your throat. “So hey, I didn’t get to thank you…for that little kitten picture, it really made my day.”

Bucky’s ears perked up at the sound of your praise, “‘s nothing. I wasn’t sure if you were going to like it.”

“I loved it, I actually have it with me right now,” you said, patting your pocket, “sometimes I just look at it when I’m bored,” you explained although you truly didn’t need to, “I didn’t know you were the cat type.”

Bucky’s brows raised at that statement, “are you kidding? I love cats. I’ve always wanted one but I travel a lot so…”

“Maybe you can get one and share it with someone you trust, that way even when you’re gone the cat’ll be taken care of.”

“Maybe…” Bucky couldn’t really think of anyone. Everyone he knew was an agent or a hero and we’re always busy. But then he thought about you.

No, he couldn’t do that to you. “…maybe one day,” he muttered. Frankly the two of you still didn’t know a lot about each other but Bucky found himself wanting to spend some more time with you. He was building up the courage, trying to place how he was going to ask you without making anything weird.

“I know this is strange, but do you ever wanna grab a drink together?” You asked.

Bucky's mouth opened, slightly surprised that you beat him to it.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Great! Um…you have a phone?”

“I have burners.”

“Here I’ll just give you my number then and you message me whenever.”

Finally making your ways to the end of the hall, you both stopped at one of the nearby rooms. You went inside finding a blank piece of paper while he stood outside the room. He watched while you wrote a series of numbers down before coming back out and held it out to him.

Once he took it that’s when Sam arrived. “Whew, you’re not going to believe this but after all that I realized my watch is back at my place.”

Sam was quick to notice you standing there, “hey,” he waved and you waved back. “Hey Sam, I was just heading that way,” you pointed down the hall, “good to see you though,” you said before waving at the two and walking away.

While you did so Sam’s eyes fell to the paper Bucky still had in his hands, “so I take it my plan worked huh?”

Bucky folded the sheet of paper, shoving it in his pocket. “Your plan? What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about my plan to get you and Y/n together.”

“Okay, all you did was leave us alone, that’s not a plan,” Bucky argued as the two walked down the hallway to the exit.

“Oh that’s a plan alright.”

Bucky didn’t know it yet but he would definitely be thanking Sam for that, “plan” down the road.

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Love Song for a Vampire Pt. 30

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Jacob Black x Bella Swan, Jacob Black x Witch!OC, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan

Warnings:none

Words:1987

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35  Part 36  Part 37  Part 38  Part 39  Part 40(series finale) 

The ending didn’t come out like it did the first time I typed this up but it’s close to the original I had worked on last night 🙃

Shocked wasn’t enough to describe the jolt Jacob received when he opened his front door and found Bella. The last bit of hope that imprinting on the witch had just been a dream was quickly eliminated. Standing before him was the love of his life, yet he didn’t feel that same giddiness he once felt with Bella’s presence. That terrified him more than anything; how quickly imprinting changed one’s life.

Behind her on the dirt driveway was a small, tan car. Probably here replacement for her red truck that was totaled when Riley took her. Late in the day, the sky is already casting the world in a pink and orange haze.“Sorry to show up unannounced.” He can tell Bella immediately wanted to nervously chew on her bottom lip as she was prone to do but stopped herself. Subtle changes could be seen on her. She’d been spending time reflecting on herself and really thinking of what she wants in life.

“No, it’s okay.” Jacob steps aside to let her in. Bella hesitated for a heartbeat before walking through. I guess it has been a while since she’s come over.

They go to his room which feel so small now that there was another person occupying it.

He hated this strange feeling. It made him not know how to act in front of her. Like she was a complete stranger to him now and not the girl he'd been mooning over for years. Jacob watches her in a queer way as she perched herself on the edge of his bed. "How has the pack been?"

"Good. (y/n) and Edward left with the Denali couple to drive them back to Alaska." He noticed the flash of momentary hurt on Bella's face before she regains composure and nods.

"I remember them saying they'd be leaving soon." They hadn't spoken about her meeting with them. Jacob had been too focused on what was happening with him and how, even though he was in his human skin, he could still smell Evita's citrus scent that beckoned him to go to Sam's. The alpha had warned Jacob though about scaring her off before she was able to finish the wards that was to protect them from hostile creatures.

“They left last night and should be back in a few hours from the text she sent to our group chat.” Jacob shrugs. “

At that, Bella actually smiles. “I wouldn’t doubt it. Edward drives really fast. Even Alice does too. It must be a vampire thing.”

He tried to think of something else to say, anything to make his life feel normal again. There had been nothing normal about his life though. His mouth was dry and tongue heavy. How could he go on pretending everything was okay? Not to mention he couldn’t imagine how Bella would feel once she learned that another guy who she deeply cared about was taken because of imprinting once again. Her wounds were still healing from her breakup with Edward. It would crush Bella. Jacob may have imprinted on Evita, but he still cared for her greatly. Just not romantically, not anymore.

By the blessing of those above, a tremor in the air gripped Jacob and Bella. The hairs on the back of her neck stand at the tingling that was rushing through her. “Wh. . . What is that?”

The strong aroma of orange blossoms fills his nostril.

Evita.

This had to be Evita’s magic swirling in the air. It riled up the wolf in him, making Jacob want to spring into action. Were it not for Bella being present, he might have leapt through his window and run to Sam’s house where he knew the witch was staying for the meantime.

Underneath his skin, the animal trembled and agitated him from the inside where he felt uncomfortable in his human flesh.

Inhaling deeply, Jacob closed his eyes to steady his breathing which had quickened. “Magic.”

Bella does a double take. “Magic?”

He stumbles over his words but manages to get Bella up to date on what had been going on in La Push. Even Jacob felt silly about the things he said out loud to her, all of this sounded so unreal yet that’s what his life had become.

The air was still fluctuating with that sharp orange smell and Jacob could spot goosebumps rising on Bella’s arms as an after effect to nearby magic.

“Can I meet her?”

“You want to meet her?” Yes, a reason to see Evita! His wolf rejoiced that he’d finally be able to be near her again despite Jacob’s efforts to ignore it.

Bella doesn’t waver. “Yes. If she’s here to protect the town then I feel like I owe it to her to introduce myself. This. . . This is my fault after all.”

“Stop saying that.” Jacob hated how she pinned the blame of all of the events that had led up to Evita’s arrival. “It’s not you’re fault. Something like this was bound to happen ever since the Cullens came to town decades ago.

“Regardless,” Bella sighed. “I want to meet her.”

That’s how they end up in Bella’s tan Corolla, the small car sped through the empty streets of La Push to get to Sam’s cabin. The drive was overall quiet considering both of them were off in their own little worlds; questioning what they had felt in his room when Evita’s magic swept up their senses into a flurry. The wolf’s eagerness to be near it’s mate was unfathomable as Jacob felt his hands beading with perspiration.

He wasn’t ready to see Evita. Not yet.There was no way Jacob could trust himself to keep his imprinting a secret from Bella if Evita is near.

And Bella, her skin still hadn’t stopped shivering with an odd delight; the back of her neck continued to tingle through her neck and spine. She couldn’t begin to describe the experience. Jacob had called it magic.

The drive didn’t take long, Jacob and Bella were great up for that as Bella’s car pulled to a stop in front of Sam’s cabin. Excited chatter could be heard streaming through from the inside of the house.

Bella gets out of the car first allowing Jacob a few seconds to himself to calm the roaring wave of his heartbeat.

Breathing in a deep inhale, Jacob unbuckles his belt and pushed open the car door.

Smoke from Sam’s chimney twirls out in long ribbons against the mystical color pallet that sunsets are composed of.

From a fluttering curtain in a window, a face briefly appeared and spotted the two of them as they walk up to Sam’s porch. In but a few seconds does Paul open the door to great them. His eyes narrow with caution that confused Bella. Instantly a tension spoiled the air and the house grew quiet.

“Jacob. Bella.” Paul casually greeted but there was a strain to his voice. “Fancy seeing you guys here.”

“We came here to see Evita’s witchcraft.” Jacob is quick to say, hopeful that Paul would buy the reason for it was true.

“We felt the aftershocks and I asked Jacob to take me to meet her.” Explained Bella.

That made Paul’s eyes round. “Aftershocks?”

Sam appeared behind him. “Come in.” He merely instructed and had Paul step aside. “Jacob, stay in the back with me.”

Sam’s living room was crowded with other members of the pack and was wholly transformed into a candlelit space for witchcraft. His usual furniture was gone and in their place were an array of strange and arcane objects. The light from the fireplace made shadows flicker against the walls and distort the shadowy figures of those present.

Everyone leaned in yet kept themselves from straying too far into the circle that Evita had made on the ground.

A small bowl of herbs are slowly catching ablaze by the beckoning of her foreign words. Bella saw with her own eyes a river stone crumble all by itself into fine dust that is carried on an invisible wind and into Evita’s clasped hands. The delicate skin of her wrists appear paper thin as even Bella could see the many lines and rivers of her veins. They looked like they were made of lightening as they burned from under her skin.

Her lips move rapidly in her incantation, and as her words carried into the room, the energy shifted. Candlelight made the dark sway.

Entranced were the rest of the pack as they held their breathing, taking in the wondrous sight before them.

More sharp spices fill the air along with Evita’s citrus scent.

Jacob couldn’t tear his eyes off of her wild and flying curls that whip around her face that was lined with painful looking scars. To Jacob though, the dark scars that run along her face accentuate her fine cheekbones and full lips. A spatter of freckles add to her charm.

The wild wind of energy that had been swirling around her seem to fall away. Time itself felt like it froze.

Multiple breaths that had been held in up until that point exhale with an edge of relief. Her spell was complete.

When the candles are blown out by the dying breath of her magic, Sam slowly turns on the electronic lights of his house. Sitting in the middle of the living room was a pale Evita. Slowly she removes her top hand to reveal an object the size of a quarter and equally flat.

The color of it was the glittering shade of emerald. A warmth eminated from it.

Weary from her efforts, Evita explained with a tired voice “I have five more of these to make. They are to be distributed throughout Forks and La Push. The ward is this small so that it won’t be easily spotted by your enemies. We must bury them at six specific points. About a foot into the ground.” She passed it to Jared who held it with reverence. The ward made it’s way around the pack as they ‘ooed’ and ‘awwed’.

Leah and Seth gather around Evita to help her up and into Sam’s bedroom where she was regain her strength.

Jacob followed the trio with his eyes, unable to follow them thanks to Sam.

While Bella hadn’t been able to be properly introduced to Evita, the visit had been worthwhile. She’d never imagined that magic would look quite like that or that it would feel so intense.

When everyone had a chance to examine the ward, Paul snatched it from Collin’s hands. “This is to be put somewhere with the highest security. This may not look like much but it is essential if we want to keep our territory safe.”

This was not fun and games.

Sam put a hand on Jacob’s shoulder, alerting him it was time for him to go. “She’ll be alright. She warned me ahead of time that this would take a toll on her energy. Proper sleep and food will do her good.”

If Sam hadn’t been Jacob’s alpha, who knows what he would have done. Any other wolf would consider Sam’s posturing as getting in between Jacob and his mate. Hell hath no fury like a wolf being kept apart from their imprintee.

Jacob was still experiencing a heady daze and thankfully didn’t put up much of a fight as he taps Bella’s arm to get her attention. She was still staring at where Evita had been creating her ward.

The simple physical contact coaxed her back to her senses and they slink to the front door. Both too stunned to utter a parting word to anyone.

Bella didn’t know how long they’d been there, but instead of the fuchsia clouds that were highlighted with orange there was now a vast sky filled with stars.

Stars were dull though in comparison to the headlights on Edward’s car that shined right at them.

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[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 95

Ia must admit, I am enjoying Marisha taking up the slack from Sam for the plugs. Oh, a perfume ad spood? Coool ... and it's ASHLEY?!!! Sweet. I mean she does have the SEXY VOICE in the bunch, so ... wow ... really going all out there, ain'tcha Ash? XD

Why is Matt turning into the announcer from The Running Man? That's ... something ...

Saucy? Yes indeed ... LOL

Laura: "Speaking of Bells Hells ... we weren't ..." XD

Yeah ... Aeor ... this is gonna be ... INTERESTING ...

I know! Fucking ASTRID!!! Total shocker! And also we got our boy, too ...

Why is Astrid suddenly FRENCH, Matthew?

A FUGITIVE? How so? I thought Essek was doing alright these days ... Occultus Thalamus? Huh?

"Beautiful purple man"? Dorian knows what's up, definitely ...

His "PARTNER"? Oh Essek ... O.O I mean that's ADORABLE ...way to go, Caleb ... :3

Oh, so there was like a proper OFFICIAL Armistice? That's pretty cool ... I mean I'm not THAT good at keeping track, but still ...

Upgrade? Hmmm ... ah, now then, Astrid, careful there ... you don't wanna mess with THIS piece of business right now ...

Group Persuasion check? Interesting ... Taliesin rolls a 2, but Ashton's "tempted to just threaten physically" ... XD

Good point ... what DID happen in Zadash?

Awww ... KITTY!!! :3

A terrible flaming bird? You mean like a phoenix?

The Genesis Ward?

"Farts are funny" ... okay ... Astrid: "I will treasure it always." Yeah ...

Prudence? Awwwwwww ...

The Gale & the Raven is a bit trite? Hmmm ...

Oh here we go ... yeah, Tusk Love, no surprise there ...

Dorian: "Oh, there's a book that's called Just the Tip right here!" XD

A "picture porn"? FEARNE CALLOWAY!!! O.O

An Exandrian Kama Sutra? Fascinating ... yeah, OF COURSE she takes it ... LOL A Nat20? Yeah, no surprise there ...

So ... she thinks they're like ... A POLYCULE? Intriguing ... in a hilariously saucy way ... whoa, HOW MUCH?!!!

Yeah ... I wonder if Essek's having flashbacks right now ...

Yussa? Really?

Supples? Okay ... OH!!! YES!!! Is Pumat still in town? Go there! GO THERE!!!

The Pentamarket! Cool!

Taliesin wants a shopping episode ... and honestly that sounds like fun ... yes ...

Ashton wants a new jacket? Yes. Definitely. Oh, new wardrobe for EVERYBODY? Double yes. Good idea.

Marisha: "What? I WANT THAT!" XD

The Emerald Curtain ... sounds like it could work ...

Ah, the new clothing smell ...

"Musicians"? Really? Oh ... memorialise FCG? Yes ... cloaks? Definitely ... oh, yes, checking through the stock sounds good ... yes, do that.

"Keith"? Hmmm ... oh yes, they are high-maintenance clients indeed ...

Artsy-fartsy? Yeah ... a slender half-giant? WOOD CARVING?!!! Oh wow ... Chetney is DEFINITELY interested ...

Damid? Oh, I like this guy already. "An audience? It's been a bit." XD Yeah, I love this guy.

Just the dye ... yeah, Laudna's very hands-on ...

"HOT BOI" ... Marisha's fan is sending me ... XD

Matching corsets? Go Imodna! :3

Fur-lined leather coveralls for Chetney ... YEAH. Definitely. Oh ... leather BRIEFS?!!! Hmmm ... so he's expecting to full-on HULK IT, apparently ...

235 gold pieces overall ... Laura INSTANTLY reacts, much as expected ... "I'm just Imogen here, I don't know what things cost."

Yeah, they don't HAVE TO roleplay all of it ... LOL

Magic shop? Oh please ... PLEASE ...

FOOD!!! Yes, FOOD!!! God idea ...

Oooh, noodles, yay! Now I'm getting hungry ...

The Invulnerable Vagrant ... OH YEAH ... here we go ...

O.O This is gonna be so much fun ...

PUMAT SOL!!! PUMAT SOL!!! PUMAT SOL!!!

Oh I have missed that voice ... Matt just slips RIGHT BACK INTO IT like he never went away ... Robbie's reaction to gettting to see this first hand is PRICELESS ... I love it ...

Yeah, the clones ... Fearne: "What is happening?" I KNOW!!! XD Ashton: "This is what the inside of my head is like all the time right now."

Oh, so they're EXACTLY like the Ludinus clone they fought before ... crazy ... I love how they're incapable of being sent into an existential crisis regarding their autonomy and originality ... it's kind of cute ...

Ah! Potions! Here we go ... and other goodies! Cool ...

A harp? That sounds very Yasha ... is it a BONE harp?

Robe of the Midnight Rune? Interesting ... oh yes, that is DEFINITELY exactly what Imogen's been looking for. GET THAT!!! Whoa ... 9500 gold pieces? Are you KIDDING ME?!!!

3500 for the armour ... ALSO ridiculously expensive ...

The harp fires arrows. Ye gods ... BOOMY arrows, too ... oh, that is a SWEET item. The arrows do THUNDER DAMAGE!!! That is SO CHOICE. Oh wow ... that whole thing just keeps getting MORE AND MORE impressive ... 8000 gold pieces? Fuck ...

Healing potions, yesh ... and a SPEEDY potion? Wow ... a potion of INVULNERABILITY?!!! Double wow ...

Dorian gives Orym ALL OF HIS MONEY to buy the armour. OH MY GOD!!! That's just adorable ... he might as well just put a ring on it right now! Seriousl O.O

Oh yeah! Sell some of the Ruidian shit! Smart!

They must have souls, surely ... they way they are, they MUST HAVE ...

NO!!! Orym, don't sell you new sword!

How to blow Pumat Sol's mind - tell them you've been to the Moon! XD ... and now Imogen's talking into his head ... oh, appealing to the unity for the greater good? Persuasion check! Oh NICE ROLL, Laura!

The Bank of Chetney ... XD

These ARE very unique down here right now ... roll good for Persuasion, Marisha ... 23? Oh yes ...

Fearne will have 69 gold left ... OF COURSE she will ... XD

Chetney COULD do with a ranged attack, yes. That is the smark move, give HIM the harp ...

So robe to Imogen, the armour to Orym and the harp to Chetney. Plus the potions, that's a SWEET haul ...

Oh yes, that's right ... the moon not being in the sky WOULD have been proof to FCG that the world is ROUND ... awww ...

Holy fuck ... the world really is just GOING TO SHIT right now, clearly ...

Awwww ... seriously, Orym, he only did it because he LOVES YOU. You could totally tap that if you want to. Which we KNOW you do.

Ashton: "Do you know Stairway to the Astral Realm?"

Oh, so that's it for the night? Okay. And time for a break ...

Oh my gods that Beason advert was complete genius ...

The Lodge of the Eclipse. Oh, it's a jazz club? Cool ...

Rooms for the night? Good. Oh, Essek has WAYS, does he? Interesting ... wow, THAT is a very good deal indeed ...

Essek does squats, apparently ... XD

Come on, Esxsek, be FUN for once. Surely it's been a while since you've done this kind of thing ...

A BURLESQUE SHOW?!!! Really? O.O

A sexy buxom half-orc? Nice ... that's definitely my style ...

Laudna, chill! Dear fucking gods ...

Yoink! Ashton grabs some of Fearne's lacy stuff ... and she lets him ... :3

Yeah, Dorian and Chetney are clearly having a blast ...

Madame Feathered-Face? Oooooh ... a sexy dwarven fan-dance? Nice ... a feathery beard? Cool ... oh WOW that is AWESOME, she can FLY with it! O.O

Ashton is showing Essek his head ... oh, this should be interesting. He knows A LOT about this particularly kind of stuff, if I remember ... oh, NOW what the fuck is he doing? Seriously? This feels ... rash ...

Dunamis ... yeah, I thought so ... needless to say he is concerned but also DEEPLY impressed ...

Ashton does the rainbow sparkle thing ... Essek: "Now you're just showing off.

Chetney's heart is lost once again ... XD

Orym is checking out Otohan's sabre ... okay ...

Ah, the Luxon Beacons ... yeah ... oh, so it looks like Ludinus and co have one or more at their disposal, then ... great ...

Ashton: "When you jump out of a window, you try not to blame the quality of the glass ..." Oof ...

Oh wow ... so they could actually use their own dunamancy to MESS THE KEY UP?!!! Yes, that sounds REALLY good ...

Awwwwwwww ... Fearne gets him talking about Caleb ... :3

Awesome ... hover, boy, HOVER ...

Much floaty foolishness ensues ... XD

The story of how Ashton first found Letters ... awwww ... oh, I am NOT alright now ...

Arts and crafts is fun ...

What is Orym going to do with this thing? Oh ... he's TRAINING with it? Whoa ... oh, he's CLAIMING IT? That is ... INTENSE ...

The Wildmother? Oh ... man ...

Marisha: "The night before San Diego ComicCon ..." XD

Matt: "Tim Burton's Island of Misfit Toys ..."

Oh shit ... this is the first time Dorian's seen LIVING Pate ... "Oooooooh ... is it too late to back out of this now?" Yeah ... oh, he is THOROUGHLY disturbed ... I am NOT surpised ... this is a TRULY SURREAL scene ... in a truly CREEPY way ...

Awww .. alone time for Orym and Fearne ... and here's Dorian ... the original trio back together ... :3

Finally Fearne leaves them alone to catch up ... oh my gods ... is THIS what we've been waiting for for so long? O.O

Time for a much-earned rest, yeah ...

Laudna does NOT like Orym with Otohan's blade ... oh fuck ... not NOW ... FUCK OFF, Delilah!

Fuck ... she KNEW Ludinus? Great ...

Seriously Laudna, DO NOT listen to this evil bitch ... oh no ... I mean it, this is SO STUPID ...

Oh shit ... is Otohan's sword SENTIENT? Is this gonna be another Grog situation?

Yeah, Orym's ridiculously aware EVEN WHEN HE'S ASLEEP ...

Darkness? REALLY?!!! Oh my gods ...

No ... sriously, Laudna, DO NOT Wither the vines ... oh fuck, she's doing it ... Wither & Bloom ... oof ... and she has to be PRECISE doing it ... oh fuck ... O.O

Yeah, of course this wakes him up ... and he's in total darkness while he's QUITE CLEARLY being fucking ATTACKED ... oh yeah, he's IMMEDIATELY ready to fight regardless of the conditions ... NOW what?

A contested Dexterity roll? Oh fuck ...

Dear fucking gods this is going SO BAD SO QUICKLY ... and now everybody else is waking up too ... perfect ...

Mage Hand? Really? Okay ... this is ALL bad decisions at this point ... and now she has the fucking sword ...

Seriously Laudna, I'm saying it AGAIN, DO NOT trust this evil c£$%!

And now they can all see ... great ... oh this looks SO BAD ...

Fuck ... is this REALLY starting to turn into a genuine conscious fight between these two right now? Oh no ... she's going to FLEE?!!! This could get even worse so quickly ...

Well that's it then ... the sword is OUT of her grasp ... now what?

Just STOP!!! Right now, please just STOP before this gets so much worse ...

Both of them are making VERY GOOD POINTS right now and I don't like where either of them are going with this ...

Ashton is doing something SO FUCKING SMART right now and I'm here for it ...

Fearne can Identify the sword? Okay, yeah, totally do that, that's really smart ...

Imogen casts Detect Thoughts on Laudna ... there is a collective intake of breath around the table and I don't blame them ...

Whispers? Oh, here we go ...

Chetney's been asleep this whole time? Wow ...

Be VERY CAREFUL Fearne ... Ishta the Summit Blade ... of NOW we get the little card? Matthew fucking Mercer!

Wake up, Chet! We need you ...

"Geometry and stuff" XD ... I love how rudimentary Fearne's understanding of Chetney's abilities is ...

Grim Psychometry ... here we go ...

Oh this is some TRULY UGLY SHIT ... this blade is HORRIBLE ... oh fuck, Zephrah? No, I don't want this ... don't do this, Matt ... seriously this thing should not be used again ...

Chetney VOMITS. Of course he does ...

Wait ... nobody else knows about his deal with Morri ... did he just OUT his deal with Morri? SERIOUSLY Orym?

Can Dorian finally break this standoff?

Oh for fuck's sake ... now it's Laudna against Imogen ... this won't end well ...

Imogen: "Let it go." Laudna: "Why?" Imogen: "Because I don't think it's YOU that wants this."

She just LEAVES? What?

And now Fearne tries to stop her ... oh boy ... now Imogen's going out after her ...

Oh fuck ... Delilah? Seriously? Tell me she's now being full-on fucking TAKEN OVER right now ... Laudna's ABSORBING the knife ... bloody hell ... this is HORRIFYING ...

Fuck! It IS her! Not good! Not fucking good! A "Delilah CAGE"? Fuck ... great ... now it's BOTH OF THEM TOGETHER ... I hate this ... seriously, did they come up with this in advance? It feels like they did and I HATE IT ...

Holy ... I LOVE you and it made that all go away? CAN their love really be strong enough for this? Suddenly I'm SO WORRIED that it's not going to be enough ...

THAT'S where he ending it? Fuck ... oh this is SO MUCH right now ... that was INTENSE ...

I'm SO SCARED for them right now ...

[iamindifferenttolamp]

You know, I really love how Matt had these vestiges planned out clearly WELL in advance - the fact that they're given eight to pursue instead of seven makes that fact obvious - and yet is able to adapt to the changes that the other storytellers here create

So the Deathwalker's Ward was intended for Percy, right, but the events of The Sunken Tomb changed that for good. And the fact that the tomb itself wasn't very Percy-centric was fine because he'd just gotten a huge spotlight with the Briarwood arc

But now they're going after Cabal's Ruin, which makes sense to go to Percy since he was meant to have some kind of magic-protection armor with the Deathwalker's Ward in the first place, so Matt has taken that opportunity to work Ripley back into the story to tie the vestige - that wasn't meant for any of these players - more closely to Percy

Sure Matt had planned out a TON in advance, but this was never part of the original plan; this was a result of a. Tiberius's exit, b. Ripley's escape, c. The Sunken Tomb/Vax's desire to sacrifice himself for his sister. And those three major events/choices/chances led to Ripley coming back in the hunt for Cabal's Ruin and not somewhere or somewhen else because Percy should get to take the narrative wheel when it comes to his vestige just as Grog did with his and Vex with hers

(I'll admit Scanlan didn't take the wheel for Mythcarver, but he's always been a support character and Sam has always been there mostly for the bits. Plus he's gotten the chance to evolve narratively because Matt threw a daughter at him, so I think it's okay to let that one slide)

[manwiththemagic]

spn s1 ep4 "Phantom Traveler"

more notes on my rewatch!!

OMG this is the demon episode isn't it? IT IS ISN'T IT? IS IT???

ew an airport. Post 2001 too damn ☹️

"you know what are the odds of dying in a plane crash? 20-1?" BRO. not helping the puking man..

BLACK SMOKE!!

In through the eyes? That got retconned.

WHY WAS SHE NOT MORE FREAKED OUT HE HAD BLACK EYES. chick you are the reason everyone's dead.

HOW DID HE JUST OPEN THAT?? demon strength???

Rip plane

Wait does this mean demons could have done 9/11? wowza...

Early bird Sam!! “good morning sunshine!"

“you get some sleep?” “yeah.” “liar. Cause I was up at 3 and you were watching infomercials” LMAOOOO but also d'awhhhh :((( the nightmares!!

“it's not just her.. It's everything.” THE VISIONS FUCK YES. YES. YESYSYSHSHG

I love the visions plot lines!!

“your never afraid?” “no man, never.” *Sam pull out a knife from under deans pillow.* LMAOOO CLOCK HIS ASS!!

“Thats not fear.” uhhuh...

WAIT THIS IS THE DEANS SCARED OF FLYING EPISODE LMAOOOOO

reminds me of hunter corp Dean who legit has a private jet..

Random guy calls Dean about the plane issue whaaaa

WAIT THIS GUY KNOWS JOHN. HE HAS INFO.

oh gosh. “yeah he was real proud of ya! Talked about you all the time.” “...he did..?” FUCK.

I still I hate john. I HATE EM. always will 😋

“welp we're missing the old man, we get Sam! Even trade” “aha. No. not by a long shot.” THATS RIGHT. CAUSE UR BETTER MF. uhm anyways.. I like this old guy, hope he doesn't end up SAD AND DEPRESSED LIKE ALL THE OTHER OLD GUYS IN THE OAST 3 EPISODES.

Monster porn live on tape? LMAO JKJK!! demon gotta stop moaning tho.

They definitely aren't showing the crash because they don't have the budget, not because it's locked in a warehouse and you don't have clearance..

Wtf is Evp?

LMAO THE FAKE ASS “nOoOooo survIvoRsSss” they did NOT get that mf off the tape.

Dude sees shit, and is now in a ward. Common. Common.

DEAN STOP HARASSING MENTALLY ILL MAN.

sams puppy dog eyes back at it.

Black eyes 😋 OOOGA!!

okay wait why tf is this demon doing this. They don't just “do evil”...

This guy isn't a monster bro..

Wait are they actually going to the wreckage?

SUITS!!!

“you look like a seventh grader at his first dance! ☺️” SAM PLS.

OMG wait they had the budget holy shit

LMAO HELP ME HELP ME “what is that?” “its an E.M.F. reader.” “no I know what an E.M.F. is. Why does it look like a busted up walkman?” “cause that's what I made it out of! ☺️ It's homemade!!” “yea.. I can tell😒” SAM WOAH DON'T KILL EM!! LMAOSKSK

Sulfur on handle!!!

Oh shit actual homeland security is there..

LMAO THESE MFS GET CAUGHT EVERY EPISODE.

Run bitch runnnn!!

This poor pilot.. it wasn't your fault :(((

Oh shit he possessed.

Sulfur!!

Babies first demon.

NO BC WHY IS DEMON BRO DOING THIS.

Everytime.. 40 minutes in.. WTF

and another crash.. fun..

BUT WHY. JUST CAUSE??

“this isn't our normal gig..” how WRONG you are pal..

“this is big.” it's really not.. you fight GOD. by s2 demons are nothing to you. By s4 Sam's fucking one. By s6 Sam's been tortured for 100's of year by an ex-archangel who's basically his ex 🤷. By s13 your son is part ARCHANGEL. sooo...

Rip chuck Lambert— SORRY CHUCK? mbmb..

Nazareth?? Wtf is this demon on?

40 minutes? Wtf biblical numbers..?

Okay they got the flight attendant on the phone.

WHY PLAY ALONG LIKE IT WAS A PRANK. DUDE.

and she hung up.. girl your COOKED!!

Deans plane fear!! LMAOOO.

“your joking right..?" “DO I LOOK LIKE IM JOKING?? Why do you think I drive everywhere SAM??” LMAOSOSO

LMAOO DEAN WAS BORN TO BE A TEEN GIRL. “really..? Ugh... Man..” while rocking back in forth. He's so REAL LMAOSOS

Dean looks like he has PTSD LMAOOO

“your humming Metallica??” “it calm me down.!” LMAOOOO

“Hey! Say it in Latin!” “i know.” “Hey! In latin it's 'cristo'” “i know!!” LMAO I LOVE THEM.

“cristo.” “sorry I didn't..?” “cristo.” “??” “nevermind.”

Sam is honestly way kinder than me. I'd be making FUN of Dean but nah he's just like "no it's OKAYYYY just some turbulence dwdw.."

Dean you are so awkward.. it's def mr smiley

They found em!! It wasn't mr smiley damn..

Awh shucks.

BEAT THAT BITCH UP!! HE TALKED ABOUT JESS.

PLANE DOWN. PLANE DOWN.

DID LIGHTNING JUST STRIKE THEM???

okay all good now.

Nono demons killed jess. It wasn't wrong.

John redirecting calls to dean.. mf come ONNNNNNNN

Sam's peeved, rightfully so omg..

Kinda meh for an important episode.

[fandomcrazy6226]

Liveblogging Dracula Daily - May 5

Brought to you on May 7 because tech week is k i l l i n g me

I'm actually skipping my 7th period class cause I was gonna take a nap and I may still do that but I'm gonna get through these two posts first, cause technically I'm already late on the May 5 catchup. Whoopsie. Anyway, there'll be two posts today, more or less back-to-back, so enjoy the double feature!

Ooh, we're finally getting to the castle! More sleeping problems, trust me that's very relatable atm. I'm so exhausted after rehearsal every night and then it's impossible to actually fall asleep when I get home.

OK that 'robber steak' actually sounds really good. Love me some bacon.

"A name meaning 'word-bearer'"... huh? Like they call the door by a name? They call him a name? That structure is a bit confusing.

Oh joy, Satan, hell, witch, and *gasp* vampire! Hmm... something tells me this Count won't be the most transparent about these rumors. (Also as someone who watched the Sam and Colby video where they went to Dracula's Castle I wonder if there's a reason "strigoi" wasn't listed here. I do see "stregoica" though, which does look similar)

I think this is where someone who knew nothing about Dracula would definitely figure out something is wrong. Like, the last chapter with the old woman and the innkeeper suddenly not speaking German were definitely a tip-off but an entire crowd of people doing a gesture to ward off the evil eye? Yeah that's a big ol' flashing red light

Honestly I'd get super emotional too if a huge crowd of people I didn't even know did some kind of big protective gesture for me. Also, I'm sorry, the driver's pants are how big??

Again, the way this scenery is described is just so beautiful. And I definitely appreciate the translations here otherwise I'd spend way too much time on Google Translate

Okay... this driver seems odd. "The dogs are too vicious to walk", sure, thanks for the warning. "You'll probably have enough problems tonight", um. Get off my lawn you creepy thing with huge pants. And now I feel bad for the horses.

Okay they're going real fast now, and the other people are offering Jonathan gifts? Strange... but alright then. Oh and they're also doing the evil-eye-protection thing. Yeah does Jonathan realize he's probably walking into a blanket-fort-sized red flag with this trip yet?

Wait, what? What does he mean "not expected"? Are they really gonna take him all the way back to the inn and make him wait for however long just to bring him back? What the hell?

Ummmmmm red eyes you say? And black horses? And hiding his face? Is this a disguise? And the red lips and sharp teeth, yeah calling it now this guy is actually Dracula.

OK as someone who doesn't drink, why would the brandy help? Like is is just a courage thing? Or maybe for sleep?

Oh, midnight, all the evil things come out at midnight. According to the old lady from before, I think. Good thing he's got that cross, and like a million villagers helping him out.

Hm... methinks this driver has superstrength and can talk to animals. Wouldn't you guess what two more vampire powers are?

Is he... are they following a Will-o-Wisp? Is that was the blue flame is? Cause the popping around magical blue fire floating in the air sounds a lot like a Will-o-Wisp

OK that sounds terrifying, surrounded by wolves. But hey, I'm pretty sure wild wolves don't actually attack humans, since humans aren't prey. Or at least that's what Wild Kratts taught me. OK Google is backing me up here. I think wolves are generally pretty chill with humans, although the horses would definitely have a reason to freak out, considering wolves can take down moose.

Oh, so the driver basically waves his arms and the wolves go away? Not suspicious at all...

Oh jeez, this just keeps on going. Hang on, how much is left of this entry? OK I shouldn't have to split the chapter. I'm just gonna keep going, hopefully I'm done before the bell rings.

Um, no, Jonathan, I don't think this is a common occurrence for most realtors. Aww, Mina mention again! Oh, this poor boy seriously needs to sleep. (Me too, buddy)

That's definitely a perfectly normal way to invite someone in. "Enter freely and of your own will" Hand of a dead man hmmmmmmmm?

Ha! Even he thinks it's the driver.

I assume Mr. Hawkins is his boss? And that's a really sweet thing to say. Mmmmm chimcken. I'm very hungry the lunch at my school is not great on Tuesdays, especially when it's flavorless pasta with flavorless tomato sauce. Like somehow the lack of flavor is it's own flavor.

Hair on palms isn't actually... possible. The only two places your body doesn't grow hair at all are your palms and the soles of your feet. So that's extra strange.

This chapter definitely makes things a lot more tense, and I'm very excited to see how that build in the next one!

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[sam-and-dean-codependency]

Of Car Accidents and Second Chances

Relationship(s): Jody Mills & Sam Winchester

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe- Canon Divergence, Season 8, Post-Purgatory, Disabled Sam Winchester, Paralyzed Sam Winchester, Hurt Sam Winchester, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort, Jody POV

Summary:

What if Sam hadn't hit a dog? What if hitting something else made him quit hunting? What if Dean still hated him for it?

A/N: written for @febuwhump 2024 Prompt 6: "You lied to me"

A/N 2: I may or may not continue this idea at some point. I don't have anything currently so I'm going to leave it as "complete" for now but if I get an idea you'll see me again

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It was just another day in Sioux Falls. Nothing more intense than a few traffic stops and a runaway kid that was actually at a late Mathletes practice with a dead phone. Honestly, she was almost glad for a hunt when she saw Sam’s name on her caller ID. She was getting a little bored and while monsters weren’t her favorite pastime, they’d do in a pinch. “Hey, Sam. What’s up? Anything interesting headed my way?”

“Uh… Hi, Jody….” Sam sighed. “Uh, nothing headed your way that I know of. I’m…. I’m calling because I… I need a place to stay for a while.”

Something in Sam’s voice sounded off. She knew he hadn’t exactly had a lot to be happy about recently, but she’d never heard him sound so…defeated. Then again, they’d seen a lot of loss recently. Bobby was a big one, but to follow that up with Dean…. She cleared her throat and tried to keep her tone light. “Oh! Okay. Yeah, sure. You know you can come by anytime. When will you be in town?”

“Uh… About that… I-I’m gonna need a ride. The car- It got totaled. I have it in a shop right now but it’s gonna be a while before they fix it. And… I’m not really able to drive right now.”

That was definitely strange. Sam loved that car almost as much as Dean did. For something to happen to it…. Sam must really be in a bad place. “Oh. Okay. Yeah, I can come get you. I have vacation time to burn anyway. Where are you?”

“Saint James Memorial Hospital,” Sam whispered. “Boerne, Texas.”

Jody made a quick note to look up the address later. “Alright. I’ve gotta settle some things here but I can be there in two days. Is that okay?”

She heard Sam speaking with someone else on the other end of the line for a few moments. “Yeah. Yeah two days is fine,” he said. “Thanks, Jody. I-I really appreciate this.”

“Yeah, no problem,” she said, a small smile on her face. “I’ll see you in a couple days.”

—-----------

Jody wasn’t expecting much when she arrived at the hospital to pick up Sam. Part of her expected him to be waiting outside, eager to go check on the precious impala (which she’d rented a trailer to transport in case it wasn’t road ready yet). At the very least, she expected Sam to be packed up and helping the nurses clear out his room.

She was not expecting the nurse at the front desk to direct her to the psych ward. She wasn’t expecting the nurse at the visitor desk to drop her smile when Jody mentioned Sam’s name either.

“I’m just glad someone came for him,” she said as she led Jody back to his room. “We’d love to keep him here but… Well, we are still a business and his insurance only covers so much and the rest of his money went to fixing that car of his, not that he can use it any more….”

“Right…” Jody glanced at the blank walls and the metal doors they passed, trying to shove down the distinct feeling of imprisonment. “What is his condition, exactly? He wasn’t very clear on the phone…”

“Well, to put things mildly, he’s a mess. He was first admitted because of a bad car crash. Honestly, it’s a bit of a miracle that he even survived it; his car nearly didn’t. I’m surprised he didn’t scrap it but…he’s attached.” The nurse cleared her throat. “Anyway, he survived the accident but he’s paralyzed from the waist down. Unfortunate but he’s lucky considering the severity of his injuries. He had a few other broken bones that have healed since he came in but he was brought to us soon after he was taken out of the ICU because…. Well, the doctor didn’t like the look of his psych evaluation. I can't tell you what the notes said- patient confidentiality- but… Well saying he's depressed would be an understatement. We’ve been doing what we can for him but he’s not cooperative beyond the medication and that can only do so much. Here we are….” The nurse opened a door toward the end of the hallway. “Mr. Wesson? Your friend came to pick you up….”

Jody glanced around the nurse into the room and stopped still.

She could’ve sworn the doorway she was standing in was a portal to another dimension. Sam, who she was used to seeing stand tall and strong, was slumped in a wheelchair. He stared blankly out of the window, hands idly toying with the edge of the blanket covering his lap.

“You can take your time, but he does need to be out of here by the end of the day. His things are already packed so all you need to do is check him out. The doctor will probably have some recommendations for further treatment before you go. Take your time.” With that, the nurse left them alone.

Jody took a deep breath, shaking away her nerves. Whatever had happened to Sam, whatever was currently happening to Sam, wasn’t important. He was her friend and he’d asked for help. She was damn well going to give him some. 

“Hey, Sam…” Jody cautiously approached him. “Are you ready to go? I was thinking we could get the car, grab something to eat, and maybe find a motel to crash in for the night and head back to Sioux Falls in the morning.” She tried to keep her tone light despite the situation.

Sam slowly turned to look at her. His eyes looked glazed over and dull, like the world had ended and he didn’t care. In a way, it had, she supposed. “...Yeah. Let’s just go,” he murmured.

—------------------

Checking out was a smoother process than expected. There were some papers to sign and they had to sit in with the doctor for recommendations but Jody was wheeling Sam out of there in under an hour.

“Do you want to get something to eat?” Jody offered. “I saw a diner on my way into town that serves breakfast all day. I could go for pancakes.” 

“I’m not hungry,” Sam muttered.

“Well, you still need to eat,” she said. “Besides, we need to wait for the auto shop to open so we can get the car towed up to Sioux Falls. And we need to talk about how we’re gonna do all this.”

“You mean how you’re gonna manage dealing with a cripple-”

“Sam Winchester, do not put words in my mouth.” Jody stopped by the passenger side of her truck and walked around the chair to look Sam in the eye. “Look, I’m not going to sugarcoat this and pretend it’s going to be easy for either of us. It’s going to be a huge adjustment and we’re both going to struggle. But you wouldn’t have called me if you really thought I wasn’t willing to put in the work to help you, and that’s what I’m going to do. So we’re gonna go to that diner, we’re both going to eat a stack of flapjacks, then we’re gonna go get your car and move everything up to my house and then we’ll start getting you settled into this new lifestyle. And we’re probably gonna fight and say a lot of things we don’t mean along the way but in the end we’ll figure it out. Alright?”

Sam stared at her with his mouth hanging open for a few moments. Then, he slowly closed it and nodded. “Alright,” he said in a quiet voice.

“Alright.” She bent down for a hug. “I know this is really rough on you,” she said softly, “but you’re one of the strongest people I know. Needing help doesn’t make you weaker, okay?”

“Okay.” Sam hugged her back. “You’re probably gonna have to remind me of that.”

“Don’t you worry, I will.”

—-----------

Jody knew having Sam move in was going to be an adjustment. She knew she’d have to get some work done to make the place more accommodating and she was going to have to work his therapy appointments into her own schedule since she’d be driving him. She knew Sam was going to have a rough time getting used to his limitations. She knew all this going into it.

Knowing didn’t make it any easier to deal with reality.

It was easy enough to get some renovations made and schedule appointments. It was easy enough to adjust her budget to accommodate two people. Well, maybe not easy per se. But much easier than it was dealing with Sam’s stubborn refusal to accept his new limits.

When Jody heard the crash from the living room, she knew exactly what she’d find there.

Sam had fallen to the floor, taking a few of the books from her shelf with him. Given that the gaps were higher than he should’ve been able to reach, it wasn’t hard to guess what had happened. “Sam, I could’ve gotten the book for you,” she said, getting down to help him back into his wheelchair.

“I thought I could get it,” he muttered, refusing to meet her eyes.

“I can see that.” She sighed. “Sam, I know you’re not used to this but… You need to learn to ask for help. I can-”

“I know you can. I know,” he snapped. “But you’re gonna have to go back to the office eventually and I’m going to have to figure out how to do some things on my own!”

“Well I don’t feel comfortable going back until I know that you won’t hurt yourself trying to do something you can’t!”

Sam flinched at her words and she regretted how she said it. “Sam….” She sat down on the couch in front of him. “We need to figure this out. I’m gonna have to go back to work eventually, yes. But I’m worried about you. I don’t want to come home and find out you’ve been stuck on the floor for hours because you fell and couldn’t get to a phone. And this being the fifth time I’ve had to pick you up this week isn’t exactly easing my concerns.”

Sam sighed. “I know. I know. I’m just- There are things I can do and there are things I can’t do. And I know I can’t do as much as I’m used to but I can do more than you let me. Like, I can cook. I can do some cleaning. I can take the trash to the curb. And I need to do something, Jody. I can’t just sit around all day like some moocher.”

She nodded. She could see where Sam was coming from. Maybe she had been babying him a bit. “Okay. So you need something to do with your time, especially when I’m not here. What would you want to do?”

Sam thought silently for a few moments. “Well…. Bobby’s not here anymore. And there’s a lot of hunters that need help from someone like him. If I could get all his stuff in one place and set up a phone line like he had….”

Jody nodded. “Okay. Well, if that’s something you want, we can work on that. You can tell me where he stashed his books and we can work on getting you a set up. We could call those contractors back and finish up the basement into an office for you. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind installing a chair lift too.”

“Jody, you don’t have to-”

“Sam, this is your home too.” She reached over and put a hand on his knee. “I want you to be comfortable here. If going on a cross country road trip for a bunch of dusty old books and spending half my retirement fund on a place to put them will make you comfortable, I’ll do it. But I’m going to need you to promise me that you won’t overdo it. I’m not above telling on you to your therapist.”

Sam put his hand over hers and graced her with a small smile. “Yeah. I can promise that.”

She matched his smile. “Great. You make me a list of books and I’ll call the contractor for a quote.”

—------------

Almost a year after Jody brought Sam home, it felt like things were finally settling down. Sam had his office space with a government agency phone bank Jody pretended not to know about and a library of books he combed through for hours. He also had about ten library cards he used to get materials he didn’t already have in-house and Jody was more than happy to pick them up for him on her way home. He had an exercise routine he (mostly) stuck to and he “graduated” from his recommended counseling a couple of months ago. They’d even managed to get the impala fixed up. Sometimes Sam would go out and just sit in the passenger seat and Joyd would pretend she didn't notice.

And Jody liked having him around. As much as she was used to living in an empty house, it was nice having someone else to cook for and watch movies with. As tough as it was to drag him up from the basement some nights, she was glad to have him here and happy.

And then one day Sam’s phone rang while Jody was brewing coffee. He must’ve forgotten it in his rush to get downstairs to work on his newest research request. It was an unknown number and although she shouldn’t, she figured she’d get through the spam call on her way down there.

“This is Sam’s phone, but he doesn’t have a car so he can’t talk about an extended warranty.”

“Jody?” a gruff, harsh, but very familiar voice answers. “Is that you?”

“Dean?” Jody stopped in her tracks; he never thought she’d hear that voice again. “Dean, where are you? What-”

“I’m in Indiana,” Dean said. “I’m back, how it happened isn’t important. Where’s Sam? Why didn’t he answer his phone?”

Jody glanced down at the basement and turned around. “Uh, he’s in the bathroom right now. Why-”

“So he’s staying with you? Great. I’ll be there in the morning.”

“Wait, Dean! Before you come, you should know that Sam-”

“What? Hasn’t been hunting? I figured. Don’t worry, I’ll kick his ass back into gear.”

“No, he’s-”

He hung up before she could even try to explain. She stared at the silent phone in her hand dumbly.

What the hell was she going to tell Sam?

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At most, it was going to take Dean half a day to get to them. That was assuming it took him time to find a car and he drove the speed limit.

Maybe that was why Sam didn’t bother going into his office the next day. Not that he was telling Jody anything. He’d spent most of the time after he heard about that phone call trying to get back in touch with Dean, but hit a dead end once they figured out the call was from a payphone.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to tell Dean about… you,” Jody said after about 10 minutes of neither of them drinking coffee while they waited.

“It’s not your fault he hung up,” Sam muttered. It was the first thing he’d said all morning.

“Still, I-”

“It’s fine, Jody.” Sam fiddled with a stray thread from the padding on his wheelchair. “Whatever happens happens. Dean’s gonna flip out, not know how to deal with this, probably go get shitfaced at a local bar, and come back tomorrow morning and try to pretend this isn’t happening. Then he’s gonna find a case, get in his car, and we’ll hear from him again in a few months.”

Jody wanted to argue with him, tell him that Dean would stick by Sam’s side no matter what and this wouldn’t be a roadblock for their relationship after everything they’d been through. But she knew Sam wouldn’t hear it; not until Dean proved him wrong. 

After another half hour of awkward silence, they heard a car pull into the driveway. A quick look out the window confirmed it was Dean. Jody gave Sam a sympathetic look and went to the front door to run interference. 

Dean banged on the door. “Sam? Come on out, we gotta go!”

Jody answered with as much of a smile as she could muster. “Dean, good to see you. Listen, before you-”

“Good to see you too, Jody. Where’s Sam?” He pushed past her before she could say anything else. “Sam? Come on, we-”

He stopped still in the archway to the living area, right where he would be able to see Sam in his chair. Jody sighed, facepalming.

Dean turned his head and glared at her. “What the hell is this?”

“This is what I’ve been trying to tell you about. Sam-”

“You lied to me,” Dean snarled.

Jody crossed her arms. “I most certainly did not.”

“You said Sam just wasn’t hunting!”

“I didn’t say that, you said that. I didn’t say anything because you wouldn’t let me!”

“I’m right here,” Sam muttered.

“Not now,” Dean snapped, not taking his eyes off Jody. “What the hell happened?”

“There was a car accident,” Jody explained. “A bad one. We’re lucky Sam survived at all, let alone that we were able to fix the damn thing.”

“So, what, he’s just been moping in a chair for the last year?”

“Dean, he’s paralyzed from the waist down. The doctors did what they could to keep him alive but that’s it. What did you expect him to do, push himself to find a non-existent cure so he’d be ready when you came back- which we didn’t even know would happen?!”

“I expected him to at least look for me!”

“Again, right here.”

“Dean, you have no idea what this past year has been like for him!” Jody fumed. “Maybe you should just be grateful that you came back to having a brother at all.”

Dean grit his teeth. Finally, he broke eye contact with Jody and looked at Sam. “How close did you get?”

“To what?” Sam asked.

“To finding me and busting me out of that hellhole. How close did you get?”

Sam sighed. “Dean…. It’s been a rough year. I did try but I hit a dead end. And then the crash….” He shook his head. “I- We made a deal. No more bending reality, no more breaking the rules, because it always comes back to bite us. After the crash…. I was just trying to put my life together.”

“So you gave up.” Dean scoffed. “Of course you did.”

“Dean-”

“I don’t wanna hear it!” Dean turned back to Jody. “You said you fixed the car? Where’re the keys?”

Jody balked. “Dean-”

“Keys. Where are they?”

“Here.” Sam pulled the keys out of his pocket, jingling them a little. “We just had the oil changed too. She’s running as good as ever.”

Dean snatched the keys out of his hand with a scowl and left, almost knocking Jody off of her feet on the way out. WIthin minutes, the impala was screeching out of her garage and down the street.

“I have work to do,” Sam said suddenly, breaking the imposing silence.

“Sam, wait-”

He brushed her off, wheeling toward his office. “Can’t. Garth found something he’s never seen before and he needs to kill it before it kills anyone else.”

“But-”

“I’ll see you at dinner, Jody.” He sped down the hallway and Jody flinched when the door to the basement slammed shut.

She sighed. “That could’ve gone better,” she muttered to herself, cleaning up Sam’s abandoned coffee mug. She had half a mind to hunt Dean down and drag him back for a proper conversation about all this.

But Sam needed her here more, so instead she got out her mom’s old cookbook and looked up a comfort food recipe for dinner.

[keiththecat]

Admissible (Part Seven)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader (You)

Summary: You've always hunted alone. That is, until Bobby sends you on a hunt near the Winchester brothers. How will things change when they come to help?

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+, series typical violence and monsters, weapons, cursing, groping/ almost sexual assault, self-doubt/ self-esteem issues, character death, injuries, hurt/comfort

Author's Note: This is one of my favorite chapters so far, so I really hope you enjoy it too! Y/N is your name, and feedback is always welcome. Thanks for reading and thanks for all the love so far! <3

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of the related characters. The Supernatural series is created by Eric Kripke and owned by The CW Network. This work of fan fiction is for entertainment only. I am not making a profit of any kind from this story. All rights of the original Supernatural series belong to The CW Network.

Part One

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Once you hear Sam going for his morning run, you go to the library. Dean will be up and Sam will be back soon, time to act normal. You peruse the books, looking for anything that might lead you to The Night. Picking several random books about demons off the shelf, you sit down and start reading.

You’ve made it through two books before Sam returns from his run. He’s wearing a pair of gym shorts, a grey tee, and sneakers. He walks past the library, then doubles back to stand in the doorway. “Y/N?”

You hum at him but keep your face down toward the book in front of you.

“Any progress so far?” he asks.

You shake your head no, fighting to stifle a yawn. He tilts his head to look at you better, noticing the dark circles under your eyes. “Hey, Y/N.”

You hum at him again, still keeping your head down. He pulls out the chair next to you, turning it toward you and sitting. “Will you look at me please?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

You look at him. “Are you okay?” he asks. You open your mouth to lie, but there is so much worry behind his kind eyes. You shut your mouth and shake your head no, tears threatening to form. You close your eyes and lean into him, your shoulder landing on his chest and your head tucks under his chin. He automatically wraps his arms around you, “you’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out and hunt them down, Y/N, I promise.” His hand rubs comfortingly up and down your arm, and you breathe in his soothing energy, willing the tears away.

He kisses the top of your head just as Dean enters the room. “Morning, lovebirds,” he says. He’s sipping a coffee, wearing a black tee with a grey robe over it and black slippers. 

Sam gives you a gentle squeeze before letting go and standing, grabbing one of the books from your stack and sliding it across the table in Dean’s direction. “Good, you’re here,” Sam says to him, “stay here with Y/N and read. I’ll be back after a shower.”

Dean takes a seat across from you, sliding the book over with him. “Alright, but we both know you’ll be faster at this than me.”

“Sam, I don’t need a babysitter,” you say meekly, not wanting to be alone but also not wanting to admit it.

“I know, Y/N,” Sam says, “but even with Cass improving the wardings, I’ll feel better with at least one of us around you as much as you’re okay with.” You can tell he sees through you, can see that you need company and need to feel safe, and he’s giving you an out. You nod and give Sam a small appreciative smile, going back to your book while Sam leaves the room. Except for the occasional turning of pages and sounds of Dean slurping his coffee, the two of you work in silence, scouring the books for any answers.

Sam showers and returns with wet hair, wearing his usual jeans, grey tee, and a red flannel. He enters the library carrying his laptop, giving the laptop to Dean and continuing in the book where his brother left off. The three of you spend the morning searching for any info you can find on The Night. 

Dean stands from his chair around noon and leaves the room, stating it is time for lunch and a break. You stand from your chair, stretching your arms above your head and yawning so hard your eyes start to water. You’re rubbing your eyes as Sam closes his book and speaks up, “alright, I have a suggestion. Let’s get something to eat, I’ll make a few phone calls, and then we can go take a nap.”

“Sam, I need answers, not a-” you’re cut off by another huge yawn forcing its way out of you.

Sam gives you a smile, standing and offering you his hand. “Sure you don’t, but I do and I’d like some company, Y/N.”

He’s giving me another out. Damn, he’s good at this. You reach out, taking his hand and nodding appreciatively. He interlocks your fingers and starts to lead the both of you to the kitchen, “mind making me something to eat? Whatever you’re feeling like eating is fine. I’ll go call Garth and Bobby, and touch base with Cass.” You nod, and he leaves you in the kitchen with a kiss on the top of your head. 

Dean is sitting down, eating the sandwich he made while you put together sandwiches for you and Sam. You sit down, another yawn escaping your lips, and start to eat.

“You know,” Dean says, still paying attention to his food, “I’ve lost a lot of sleep over the years, for one reason or another. It gets easier. Or at least, you’ll find ways to deal with it.”

You press your lips together, looking at him. “You’ve been through way worse than what I’ve faced.”

“It’s not a competition, Y/N.” he says. “Sam and I, we’re here for ya. That’s all I mean.” 

A few minutes pass in silence, the two of you enjoying your food. As Dean is leaving the room, he turns back with a small smile, “and I do have a sleeping bag, if you need a guard dog in your room or something.”

“Thanks, Dean,” you say with a smile. “Thought you didn’t do touchy-feely though?”

“Well I gotta keep you around for Sammy somehow, huh?” he smirks, leaving with a wink.

You’re alone long enough to finish your sandwich before Sam comes in, taking a seat next to you, “thanks, Y/N. This looks great.” 

“Any news?” you ask as he starts to eat.

He nods, speaking after he swallows, “Bobby is glad to hear you’re okay, and said to call him if, and I quote, ‘those boys give you an ounce of trouble.’ He also threatened something vague with his boot and our asses if we do.” You both share a laugh. “Garth said he’ll keep his ears open and call us if he hears anything. Cass said he may have found a lead to some answers about The Night, said he’ll call us or stop in later.”

“And who’s Garth?”

“Fellow hunter. He’s a good guy. Next time we’re heading toward Wisconsin, you’ll have to meet him.” Sam keeps eating his sandwich, and you sit in silence, wondering what kind of lead Castiel may have found. 

In such a short time, you’ve grown so attached to the Winchesters. You’re starting to see that under Dean’s weathered and hard exterior, he’s really a big softie. You have no doubt that he would actually post himself as your personal guard if you asked. While Dean has already become like a big brother to you, Sam has worked his way straight into your heart. With those dimples and that silky floppy hair, he has charmed you to your core. And while both boys’ presence comforts you, Sam’s seems to light a fire in you, warming you and giving you life. 

Sam finishes eating and puts all the dishes in the dishwasher. “Come on,” he grabs your hand, gently pulling you out of your chair and along with him, “I need a nap.” Gently enough that you could pull away if you wanted to, he pulls you to his room, checking with you that it’s okay before closing the door. The bare bones of his room are identical to yours, but his room is more lived-in and furnished: bed perpendicular to the door, a sink with a mirror above it next to the door, a dresser and desk with books and yellowed papers neatly stacked on them, and a TV on the wall across from the bed.

“Will you be comfy in what you’re wearing?” he asks you, taking off his flannel and boots, leaving him in jeans and a grey tee.

You look down at your outfit, removing your weapons and putting them on the desk. “Yeah, I can sit in this,” you say, sitting in the chair at the desk.

“Oh- um- I mean,” Sam stutters, moving the blankets to lay down on the side of the bed closest to the door, “I don’t want to assume or make you uncomfortable, but I thought we could lay together?”

You blush, and you swear you can see a hint of blush on Sam’s cheeks, too. “Uh, yeah, sure. Thanks, Sam,” you mutter, taking off your boots and getting into the bed beside him, both of you laying on your backs.

He reaches over and turns off the lamp. “I have an alarm set for a few hours from now,” he states, settling in.

You both lay there, listening to each other’s breathing. After a few awkward minutes pass, you sigh.

“You okay?” he whispers.

“Yeah,” you say, cringing at how unconvincing you sound.

“Come here,” he offers, opening his arms. You turn onto your left side, settling yourself against him. Your right arm wraps across his waist and your head rests on his right shoulder. He makes sure you’re both under the blanket before his arms wrap around you, his left hand resting on your side and his right hand playing with your hair. You feel him kiss the top of your head. “Comfy?” he asks.

You hum, “you know, I wouldn’t have pegged you for someone who takes naps.”

“I’m not,” he admits.

You sit up slightly to turn and look at him, your eyes adjusting to the darkness enough to see the outlines of his features. “Then why-”

“I know you didn’t sleep last night,” he cuts you off. “Your dark circles kinda give you away. And all the yawning. Figured the least I could do is try to give you some peace of mind and keep watch so you can rest.” 

You pause, letting that soak in. 

He continues quietly, “and- I mean- it gives me an excuse to hold you too.”

You blush, reaching your right hand up to hold his left cheek. You lean in, your lips meeting in a kiss. His right hand is still in your hair, cupping the back of your head. You pour all of your thanks and appreciation into the kiss, hoping he’ll understand. You pull away but give him another small peck before settling back against his side. 

He gives you a small squeeze. “Get some rest. I’ll be here. Always,” he says softly.

Relaxing into Sam’s embrace and warmth, you allow yourself to drift to sleep.

Part Eight

[fandomtherapy44]

castiel x reader

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Dean and Sam. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since they are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 3,561

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, disrespectful men, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

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 Chapter Five: I Know What You Did Last Summer

Y/n’s POV: 

We are in this dinky little bar trying to hustle some pool money. “What do you bench press like 125 your arms are so big” I hate being the distraction. “Don't you worry honey after I win all this money we can go on a date and I can show you in private” He said grabbing at my waist. I try not to punch him just for that. My brothers feel the same.”Brian, come on, man, just one more. Just -- just give me a chance to win it back.” Sam said acting drunk. “It's your cash.” Brain said very confidently, holding my waist tighter. “Excuse me. My brother's a little sauced to be making bets.” Dean said, adding to the lie. “He insisted.” I said trying to make Brian think I'm really into him.

“Yeah, but he’s already taken, what, two bills off him? I'm just saying.” Dean said. “Hey, shut up, Dean. I'm fine.” Sam said stumbling over his words. “No, you're not fine. You're drunk!” “Let's make it five hundred.” “Five hundred?” “Sure. After this baby I'll buy you anything you want.” Damn it got to make it convessing. “Hell yeah you will you got this!.” I said, kissing his cheek. Ew I'm going to have to boil my mouth with water after this. Sam puts the money on the table. 

“Five hundred. Your break.” Brian said. I now grab his waist to bring him closer as Sam shoots and makes all balls go in and Brian looks back and looks disappointed. “Aww it's okay you'll get it next turn.” I said. Sam looks up at the bar and suddenly he drops the facade of being drunk. “Keep the money.” Huh? Then why am I getting feeled up by a stranger. “Keep the money? What –” Dean goes to follow Sam and I look and see Ruby and I try to follow but Brian has other plans. “Huh where are you going babe I just won the money.” little does he know we let him win. “Sorry Brian I see my friend over there but I'll talk to you later.” “What you a prude or something?’’ He said as he grabbed my arm back and I turned around to elbow him. He leans over coughing. “No I'm not, I'm just not into dudes who don't respect people.” I walk away leaving him crying on the ground. I walked over to them. 

“You okay Y/n/n?” Sam and Dean asked. “Yeah, fine nothing I can't handle.” I looked over to Ruby. “Ruby, why am I seeing your face right now?” “Y/n always great to see you too girlfriend.” ‘’I just have some info, and then I'm gone.” She said acting a little more scared than usual. “What is it?” Sam asked with concern.”I'm hearing a few whispers.” “Ooh, great, demon whisperers -- that's reliable.” Dean said annoyed. “Girl named Anna Milton escaped from a locked ward yesterday. The demons seem pretty keen on finding her. Apparently, some real heavy hitters turned out for the Easter-egg hunt.” “Why? Who is she?” Sam questioned. “No idea. But I'm thinking that she's important, 'cause the order is to capture her alive. I just figured that whatever the deal is, you might want to find this girl before the demons do.” Damn it she's right.”Look, maybe we should check it out.” Sam said to us both. “Actually, we're working a case, but thanks.” Dean said .”What case?” Ruby said not believing us. “Uh, we've got leads, big leads.” “Sounds dangerous.” Ruby said with annoyance. “Yeah, well, it sure ain't goose-chasing after some chick who, for all we know, doesn't even exist, just because you say she's important.” “I'm just delivering the news. You can do whatever you want with it. Far as I'm concerned, I told you, I'm done.” She said as she got up to leave. I stopped her. “Wait, wait, wait. This hospital Anna escaped from -- it got a name?” She smiled at me. “Finally trust me little winchester.” “Not in a billion years Ruby but if a girl is really in trouble we have to help now name?” 

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The three of us are driving to the mental hospital. “Can I get a copy of the missing persons report? Great. Okay. Thanks.” Sam said as he got off the phone. “Well, Anna Milton's definitely real.” “Don't mean the case is real. And this hospital's a three-day drive.” “Look I get it Dean you don't like Ruby me too but if this girl is in trouble then we have to help.” I said to him.”Thank you Y/n.You got something to say, say it.” He said to Dean. “Oh, I'm saying it -- this sucks.” Dean responded. “You're not pissed we're going after the girl. You're pissed Ruby threw us the tip.” “Right. 'Cause as far as you're concerned, the hell-bitch is practically family. Yeah, boy, something major must've happened while I downstairs, 'cause I come back, and -- and you're BFF with a demon?” Things are starting to get intense.”I told you, Dean, she helped me go after Lilith.” “Well, thanks for the thumbnail -- real vivid. You want to fill in a little detail?” “Sure, Dean, let's trade stories. You first. How was Hell? Don't spare the details.” Damn. The thing is I want to know both sides but my brothers suck at sharing so.

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“Of course I want to help however I can.” The psychologist said. “Now, the orderly has no recollection of Anna's escape?” I asked her. “Apparently, she knocked him unconscious. The blow caused some amnesia. He doesn't even remember coming into her room.” Huh right. “That's a hell of a right hook to knock out a guy that's got 80 pounds on her.” Dean said. “We think she may have planned this, waited behind the door.” “Right. Uh, you mentioned Anna's illness was recent.” I said carefully.”Two months ago, she was happy, well-adjusted, journalism major, lots of friends -- Bright future.” That really is sad. “So, what happened -- she just... flipped?” Dean asked. “Well, that's the tragedy of schizophrenia. Within weeks, Anna was overtaken by delusions.” “What kind of delusions?” I asked. “She thought demons were everywhere.” she said, handing me Anna’s sketch book. “Interesting.” 

“It's not uncommon for our patients to believe that monsters are real.” “Well, that -- that's just batty.” Dean commonted. I turn the page and we see some meaningful sketches and the text 'Raising of the Witnesses' and in the next page 'Samhain the next seal is broken'. “That's Revelations.” I said starting to put two and two together. “Since when does the Book of Revelations have jack-o'-lanterns?” She asked which was valid. “It's a, uh, it's a little-known translation.” Dean said trying to make this seem normal. “Well, Anna's father was a church deacon. When she became ill, her paranoia took on religious overtones. She was convinced the devil was about to rise up and end the world. I hope you find her. It's dangerous for her to be out there alone right now.” She said, I hope we do too. She must be so confused right now.

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We walk Up to Anna’s parents house in search of talking to her dad. “Maybe they're not home.” Dean said after he knocked and no one came.”Both cars in the driveway.” Sam said, looking around. Dean tries and the door opens, that's not a good sign. “Mr. And Mrs. Milton?” Dean called out. “We're from the sheriff's department. We just wanted to ask you a couple of questions.” I said out loud and then I looked down at a horrible scene. Anna's parents both dead with their throats cut. I bend and spot the yellow powder. “Sulfur. The demons beat us here. Whatever the deal is with this Anna girl –” Sam said confused as to what was going on.

“Yeah, they want her. They're not screwing around. All right, so, I'm "Girl, Interrupted, and I know the score of the apocalypse, just busted out of the nut-box... Possibly using superpowers, by the way. Where do I go?” Dean said, picking up envelopes. I look at the pictures and see one with Anna and her parents in front of the church. “Hey, you got those sketches from Anna's notebook?” I said looking. “Let me see 'em. Check this out. “ I said pointing out the drawing and the window in the picture.”She was drawing the window of her church.” “Over and over. If you were religious, scared, and had demons on your ass, where would you go to feel safe?” “I would do the same.” I said to be honest.

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We enter the church calling Anna's name and going up to the attic. “Guys,” Sam said, getting our attention.” Anna? We're not gonna hurt you. We're here to help. My name is Y/n. These are my brothers, Dean and Sam.” I said approaching carefully. “Sam? Not Sam Winchester?” “And you're Dean. The Dean?” “Then Y/n” She knows our names? “Well, yeah. The Dean, I guess.” Dean said proudly. “It's really you. Oh, my god. The angels talk about you. You were in Hell, but Castiel pulled you out, and some of them think you can help save us. And some of them don't like you at all. They talk about you all the time lately. I feel like I know you. And you Y/n they don't really like you.” “Yeah well that tracks” I said shrugging my shoulders. “So, you talk to angels?” Dean questioned. “Oh, no. No, no way. Um, they probably don't even know I exist. I just kind of... overhear them.” “You overhear them?” “Yeah, they talk, and sometimes I just... hear them in my head.” “Like... right now?” I questioned. “Not right this second, but a lot. And I can't shut them out, there are so many of them.” “So, they lock you up with a case of the crazies when really you were just... tuning in to angel radio?” Dean said. “Yes. Thank you.” “Anna, when did the voices start? Do you remember?” “I can tell you exactly -- September 18th.” The day Dean came back. “The day I got out of Hell.” Dean said, looking at us both. “First words I heard, clear as a bell -- "Dean Winchester is saved."” “What do you guys think?” Dean asked us. “It's above my pay grade, man.” Sam said. “Whatever this is, I have a feeling that it's not good.” I said. “Well, at least now we know why the demons want you so bad. They get a hold of you, they can hear everything the other side's cooking. You're a 1-900-angel.” Dean said to her with a little bit of a flirt in his voice. She seemed like she liked it. “Hey, um, do you know -- are my parents okay? I -- I didn't go home. I was afraid.” Damn I forgot about that, sorry Anna. I'm about to tell her when Ruby walks in. “You got the girl. Good, let's go.” She said in a rush. “Her face!”

Anna said with fear. “Ha I know right.” I said, Ruby probably would have hit me if she could. “It's okay. She's here to help.” Sam said, trying to calm Anna. “Yeah, don't be so sure.” Dean said with disgust. “We have to hurry.” “Why?” I questioned. “Because a demon's coming -- big-timer. We can fight later,Y/n.” “Well, that's pretty convenient -- showing up right when we find the girl with some bigwig on your tail?” Dean said not believing Ruby. “I didn't bring him here. You did.”  “what?” I questioned. “He followed you from the girl's house. We got to go now.” We start to move but I look over to the praying Mary statue that is now crying blood. I'm guessing that's not a good sign. “Guys” I said, stopping them. “It's too late. He's here.” Ruby said fearfully. Sam took Anna into the closet. Then Sam brought out a flask of holy water. “No, Sam, you got to pull him right away.” Ruby said, pushing him to use his powers. “Oh Hell no just wait a sec.” I said not liking this. “Now's not the time to bellyache about Sam going darkside. He does his thing, he exorcises that demon, or we die.” He puts the flask away. Then the demon comes bursting in. Sam tries to use his power but it does not work. “That tickles. You don't have the juice to take me on, Sam.”  The demon throws Sam down on the stairs. Dean goes to attack him with knife but that didn't work either. “Hello again, Dean. Come on, Dean. Don't you recognize me? Oh, I forgot -- I'm wearing a pediatrician. But we were so close... in Hell.” What is he talking about? “Alastair.” Dean said to I guess Alastair with such disdain. Alastair has him pinned against the wall. I go to grab the knife and stab him in the shoulder. “And little Y/n Winchester you know I have always wanted a taste of you. wondering how you squeal when I skin you. If you are as loud as your brother.” He then took out the knife as I looked with horror. “Sorry girly you're gonna have to try a whole lot harder than that.” The three of us looked to the big window all thinking the same thing as we jumped out.

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“Are you almost done?” Dean asked in pain from the bathroom as I was sewing Sam’s cut up. Somehow I was not that damaged compared to my brothers. Maybe one of them grabbed me in the fall and I just didn't notice it. All I got was cut from the glass, the worst being on my leg leaving me with a bit of a limp and a couple stitches. “I'm going as fast as I can.” I said, focusing in front of me. “Good, 'cause you know I got a dislocated shoulder over here.” He said walking over to us. Drinking from a whiskey bottle. “I will put it back as soon as I'm done.” Good thing I learned a lot of first aid from the internet and some classes. I also got a lot of practice from when Dean first started to hunt by himself. “Gimme that.” I said as I gestured to the bottle pouring it over the cut. I cringed when Sam made the pained whine. I really got to get a real first aid kit. “So, you lost the magic knife, huh?” Dean said to me as I finished. “Yeah, saving your ass. Who the hell was that demon?” “No one good. We got to find Anna.” Dean said. “Ruby's got her. I'm sure she's okay.” Sam said as he stood next us and me getting ready to set his shoulder back. “All right. Come on. On three. One…” I set his shoulder on one.

“You sure about Ruby? 'Cause I think it's just as likely she used us to find radio girl and then brought that demon in to kill us.” Dean questioned and I was wondering the same thing. “No, she took Anna to keep her safe.” Sam was so sure. “Yeah. Well, why hasn't she called to tell us where she is?” I asked. “Because that demon is probably watching us right now, waiting to follow us right back to Anna again. That's why he let us go.” “You call this letting us go?” “Yeah, I do. Look, killing us would've been no problem to that thing. That's why, for now, we just got to lay low and wait for Ruby to contact us.” “ Sam just be honest why do you trust a demon so much.” I said trying to keep it civil. “I told you.” He said kind of looking down. Yeah there is definitely more to this story. “You got to do better than that. Hey, and we're not trying to pick a fight here. We mean, we really want to understand. But I need to know more. We mean, we deserve to know more.” Dean said, talking for both of us. “Because... she saved my life.” 

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“Ruby came back for me. Whatever you have to say, she saved me. More than that, she got through to me. What she said to me... It's what you would've said. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here.” I was so pissed and grossed out at the same time. “Sam, why didn't you tell me?’ I said, trying to hold myself back. “I knew you would try to help me as soon as I called. I didn't want to put you in more danger. Also Ruby thought you could get in the way.” I don't think about those other things, just the last line. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?’’ “Ruby said you distract me because I would just worry about you.” Sam said, looking away. “So you trusted a demon over your own sister okay. And I am just as capable of hunting as you and Dean if you guys haven't forgotten I went through the same things as you so stop treating that I'm gonna shoot my eye out every time I pick up my damn gun.”  I said looking at them both. Then there was a knock at the door. “Housekeeping.” “Not Now!” I yelled. I felt bad for yelling but at the same time I didn't.” “Mam, I've got clean towels.” I open the door to tell her no again but she just enters. “Couldn't you just leave 'em at the door?” “I'm at this address.” The maid handed a piece of scrap paper to Sam. “I'm sorry. What?” We were all confused. “Go now. Go through the bathroom window, don't stop, don't take your car, don't pass go. There are demons in the hallway and in the parking lot.” Huh? “Ruby?” OH RUBY. “Okay, yes, so I'm possessing this maid for a hot minute. Sue me.” Oh I'm about to nuclearize this black eyed bitch. “What about –” Sam asked. “Coma girl? Slowly rotting on the floor back at the cabin with Anna, so I've got to hurry back. See you when you get there. Go!” 

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As we walk up to the cabin Ruby is waiting for us. “Glad you could make it.” She said to us. “Yeah, thanks.” When Sam finished I punched Ruby square in the face. “OW what the Hell!” She said as she was holding her head back.“Y/n!” Sam and Dean said surprised as well. ”That was for telling my brother that I would distract him and that I can't hunt. “ Anna was confused as well. “Does this usually happen?” “Oh you mean my brother choosing a freaking demon over his sister. No but there is a first time for everything.  Are you doing okay Anna.?” I finished my sentence with a smile. “Yeah. I think so. Ruby's-  not like other demons. - She saved my life.” She answered hesitantly after hearing what she did. I looked over at ruby who was holding her nose that was now bleeding. “It's okay Anna, I'm happy she's treating someone with respect.” “Yeah, I hear she does that. I guess I... You know.”  Dean said looking at her and I. “What?” Ruby, who was still holding her nose, answered. “I guess I owe you for... Sam. And I just wanted... you know…” “Don't strain yourself.” “Okay, then. Is the moment over? Good, 'cause that was awkward.” Anna looks back at me.

“Hey, Y/n, you think it'd be safe to make a quick call, just to tell my parents I'm okay? They must be completely freaked.” Oh no I completely forgot about that. “Anna, look your parents, we found them.” “No, they're not…” She is starting to cry now. “Anna, I'm sorry.” “Why is this happening to me?” “I don't know.” Then the walls start to shake a lot. “They're coming.” She said with fear. “Back room.” Dean took Anna to the room. “Where's the knife?” Ruby asked us. “Uh... about that…” “You're kidding.” “Hey, don't look at me.” “Thanks a lot.” I said. “Great. Just peachy. Impeccable timing, guys, really.” “Don't make me punch you again.!” I screamed at her over the loud banging of the walls and the front door bursting open. 

Cas and my favorite angel entered. “Please tell me you're here to help. We've been having demon issues all day.” I asked them. “Well, I can see that. You want to explain why you have that stain in the room?” “Wow Uriel you and I actually agree on something.” I said looking back at Ruby. “We're here for Anna.” Cas said. “Here for her like... here for her?” Dean asked. What is going on? “Stop talking. Give her to us.” Uriel said in a demanding voice. “Are you gonna help her?” I asked. “No, she has to die.” Cas said in his serious voice. Of course she does, it would not be our lives if he didn't say that. 

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Wow, already the fifth chapter thank you so much for reading. And that was it, I hope you enjoyed it! This was shorter than my other chapters but this is just the first part of a two part story. Next chapter we will get a lot more meat in the story line so excited! 

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[atcarpenter]

Why do you hesitate?

Sam has a talk with Tara, who is coping super well with it being the anniversary of being stabbed by her girlfriend.

very conflicted grief, hurt/comfort

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Tara had been looking sullen for weeks. It had been pretty much exactly a year since everything happened. They were all feeling it, but it was clear Tara was taking it the worst out of all of them. It was not hard to understand for Sam why it hit her the hardest. She watched her younger sister move around the apartment, feeling oddly invasive and pushing away the likening of herself to a predator staring at its prey that her thoughts were forcing on her, but she needed to talk to her about it. It couldn’t go on like this.

As Tara walked past her through the living room, she barely acknowledged her, barely met her eyes. Sam’s brows furrowed as they had so many times these past few weeks when watching her sister get worse and worse. As she stepped closer, Tara looked up.

“Tara, do you want to talk about Amber?” she asked carefully. Tara immediately dodged her eyes, turning away slightly as if looking for something else to busy herself with other than this conversation. 

“Why would I want to talk about Amber?” she retorted, sounding almost convincingly disinterested. 

Sam mustered her profile in concern, hoping Tara would just finally meet her eyes. It was hard to gauge what she really felt, but it was easy to see that her unbothered-act was just fake. 

“Tara, it's been a year, almost to the day.”

She shrugged dismissively. “So?”

Sam rounded her to make her meet her eyes, ducking her head to do so. “So?” she echoed in a much softer tone. “You loved her, and she hurt you.”

“So?” Tara reiterated once more. “He also hurt you. You should be upset just as much as I am, but you're not.” Tara glared up at her. “Stop telling me what I’m feeling,” she hissed in annoyance. 

Sam sighed patiently, pushing her own memories that were bubbling up aside. “I am upset. Of course I am. But I knew him for six months, and we were not that serious. Tar, you were together with Amber for years. You knew each other since you were kids. You were so much closer than we were. Of course you're more upset.”

Her lips pressing into a thin line, Tara looked like she might retort something. In the end, she sighed. “We were inseparable.” Her shoulders sagged as she dropped her wall for a moment. “I thought I knew her inside out. I thought I knew her better than myself.” Sam felt glad that she had gotten through to her and Tara was actually volunteering her own perspective for once since she had been hurt. 

“I know,” she cooed and pushed a stray strand of hair back behind Tara's ear. Tara swallowed painfully, feeling her throat constricting with the old familiar ache of which she thought each time that it felt like a noose.

“Sam, I loved her. I really loved her. I thought we were it,” she cried as she suddenly cracked up, her shoulders starting to shake. “I thought she loved me too.”

Sam pulled her into a hug without hesitation, wrapping herself around her as if to physically ward her from the pain oozing through the widening cracks in her facade. “Tara,” she murmured as she put her face into her sister's hair and cradled her against her chest. “I know you loved her. Of course you did.”

“She tried to kill me, and she enjoyed it!” she cried against Sam’s chest, her voice almost rising to a shout. Her fingers dug almost painfully into Sam’s skin as she clung to the back of her sweater. “It was a lie! Our entire fucking relationship! She just played the part of my caring girlfriend to kill me in the end!”

Tara’s shoulders trembled in Sam’s arms, and her chest heaved in an attempt not to sob. Sam pulled back just slightly and tilted her younger sister's chin up with her finger just slightly. “Tara, listen to me. It's okay to still love her,” she said, noting the tear tracks forming on her sister’s face.

“I don't,” Tara bit back.

“Yes, you do. You’ve been staring at a picture of her all week.” Tara looked aside, feeling caught, before Sam pulled her attention back by tugging her chin up again to look at her. “I might not get what you're feeling, but you're not wrong for feeling whatever it is you feel. It's okay to still love her.”

Tara looked several different kinds of upset for a moment before she spoke again. 

“I don’t know if I still love her. I don't think I do, but Sam, I don't want to be feeling these things I’m feeling,” she complained under her breath with a small whine. “I liked the lie. I really liked it. She was my world, for so long, and then she did this,” she said, her voice cracking again, “and I don't understand why. How could she lie so convincingly? Was any of it real? How could she …?” she trailed off, biting down painfully on her lip to choke back a sob. 

“How could she hurt you like this?” Sam completed the sentence less violently than Tara would have. “You can't kill yourself with these questions, T. I couldn't tell you what she was thinking even if I wanted to. She’s dead. She can't tell you anymore what was going on in her head. More importantly, she can't hurt you anymore. Was any of it real? Maybe. Maybe not. You're not wrong for liking the parts you did or wondering if she ever loved you back – but you can't lose yourself in these thoughts. It's not healthy.”

Tara nodded, still looking a little reluctant, and stayed silent as she mulled her words over. 

“You’ve thought about this more than I have,” Tara mumbled, though that was probably not true. 

“Of course I’ve thought about it. It's weighing on you.” Sam’s expression turned from gentle to an almost wounded-looking concern. “Tara? Promise me you'll stop staying up until three a.m. looking at a picture of the girl who stabbed you and overthinking these things.”

Tara winced and mumbled, “How do you know it’s until three a.m.?”

Sam sighed. “You are not the only one unable to sleep these days.”

Tara chewed on her lip for a moment, her grip on Sam’s sweater tightening before she said, “Fine,” relenting. “I’ll stop staring at her.”

“And come to me when you need it?” Tara nodded again, still looking conflicted. “There’s my girl,” Sam said proudly regardless because even if it was reluctant, it was progress. She pulled her tighter again, tugging Tara’s head against her chest and resting her face in her hair. For a moment, they stayed just like this.

After a while, Tara mumbled, “Will I ever feel normal again?” against her chest, the sound of her voice muffled by Sam’s sweater.

Sam did not say anything for a long time as she considered her words, shifting to rest her chin on Tara’s head as she thought, her fingers scratching gently against the back of Tara’s head. In the end, she did her the discourtesy of being honest, “I don’t know. But maybe we can be okay without feeling normal.” She rubbed one of her hands over her back. “Just lean on me.”

Tara found herself reluctantly nodding again and mumbled, “Sammy?”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

“What for?” She looked down at her in confusion, pulling back a little so she could see her.

“Not being okay.” Tara shrugged. Sam sighed, feeling the pressure building in her chest that she felt when Tara was trying not to burden her.

“It’s okay to not be okay. Just please stop drowning alone. I want to help you so bad. Please, let me. Please stop pushing me away,” she pleaded.

Tara held her a little tighter. “I’ll try. I promise I’ll try,” she vowed firmly, though she knew it would not be easy for her, and Sam knew it too, but Sam still just leaned down and kissed her temple.

“That’s all I ask.”

[silver-stake-through-the-heart]

Look, no disrespect, but ahh, I'm not exactly a believer.

-1x12

Casey: Do you believe in God, Dean? I'd be surprised if you did.

I don't know. I'd like to.

-3x04

You didn't toy with us, Chuck, okay? You didn't create us. (...) Chuck, you're not a god!

-4x18

Well, I feel stupid doing this. But… I am fresh out of options. So please. I need some help. I'm praying, okay? Come on. Please.

Prayer is a sign of faith. This is a good thing, Dean.

-4x18

Listen, Chuckles, even if there is a God, he is either dead—and that's the generous theory—

He is out there, Dean.

—or he's up and kicking and doesn't give a rat's ass about any of us.

-5x02

I mean there were times when I was looking for my dad when all logic said that he was dead, but I knew in my heart he was still alive. Who cares what some ninja turtle says, Cas, what do you believe?

I believe he's out there.

Good. Then go find him.

-5x03

And you're just gonna do whatever God says.

Michael: Yes, because I am a good son.

Okay, well, trust me, pal. Take it from someone who knows—that is a dead-end street.

-5x13

Thanks.

Yeah, don't mention it. Yeah, I've been there. I'm a big expert on deadbeat dads. So…Yeah, I get it. I know how you feel.

-5x17

Listen, I need you to pray to your angel buddies and let them know that I'm here.

-5x18

Cas, are you God?

That's a nice compliment. But no.

-5x22

What do you mean you don't know?

Sam: I mean, no idea. I–I'm just back.

Well, was it God, or– or– or Cas? I mean, does Cas know anything about it?

-6x01

Sam: Castiel…This is really important, okay? Um…We really need to talk to you.

Castiel…Come on in.

Cas is busy.

-6x20

I'm not an angel anymore. I'm your new god. You will bow down and profess your love unto me, your Lord, or I shall destroy you.

Stop.

What's the point if you don't mean it? You fear me. Not love, not respect, just fear.

-7x01

Yeah? What about God part deux?

-7x01

Sam: Dean, all we can do is talk to the guy.

He's not a guy. He's God. And he's pissed. And when God gets righteous, you get the hell out of the way; haven't you read the Bible?

-7x01

Sam: Well, I mean is there some kind of heavenly weapon? Maybe something out of that angel arsenal that Balthazar stole? There has to be something that can hurt him.

He's God, Sam. There's nothing, but there might be someone.

-7x01

Cas, you got your ears on? Listen, you know I am not one for praying, 'cause in my book it's... it's the same as begging. But this is about Sam, so I need you to hear me. We are going into this deal blind... and I don't know what's ahead or what it's gonna bring for Sam. Now, he's covering pretty good, but I know that he is hurting, and this one was supposed to be on me. So, for all that we've been through, I'm asking you– you keep a lookout for my little brother, okay? Where the hell are you, man?

-8x16

Doctor: I'm afraid that's in God's hands now.

You're a doctor. You're a medical professional. You're trying to tell me that my brother's life is in God's hands? What, is that supposed to be a– a comfort?

Doctor: Mr. Dougherty–

No, God has nothing to do with this equation at all.

Doctor: I didn't mean–

That's not good enough.

Cas, are you there? Sammy's hurt. He's hurt, uh– he's hurt pretty bad. And, um... I know you think that I'm pissed at you, okay? But I don't care that the angels fell. So whatever you did or didn't do, it doesn't matter, okay? We'll work it out. Please, man, I need you here.

-9x01

There is a God. *answers the phone* Hello?

I may have a case for you.

-9x06

Metatron is trying to play God.

Sam: Play God? Cas, he erased angel warding. He friggin' blew out Holy Fire. He is God. He's powering up with the angel tablet. How the hell are we supposed to stop this guy?

All right, so what if there is a stairway to heaven? We find it and get a drop on the guy.

-9x18

Tessa: There's no God. There's only Castiel.

-9x22

I believe there is a God. But I'm not sure he still believes in us.

-10x06

Don't count on God. Okay? Count on us.

-11x07

Chuck: Well, I've been mulling it over. And from where I sit, I think it has.

Well, from where I sit, it feels like you left us and you're trying to justify it.

Chuck: I know you had a complicated upbringing, Dean, but don't confuse me with your dad.

-11x21

Gail: Do you know God, gentlemen?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, we're– we're besties.

-12x04

Okay, Chuck… or god, or whatever. I need your help. See, you– you left us. You left us. You went off. You said… You said the earth would be fine because it had me… and it had Sam, but it’s not, and we’re not.

We've lost everything. And now you're gonna bring him back. Okay?

God's not listening. He doesn't give a damn.

-13x01

Okay, that's it. I'm done, all right? 'Cause he's not God, he's not Cas, he's not Simba. He's the friggin' Devil!

-13x02

Oh, I believe. Hell, I know. God? He doesn't give a damn about you or me or anyone else. So, if you're expecting some sort of a-a miracle to happen, well… good luck.

-13x15

No, we're done talking. 'Cause this– this isn't just a story. It's our lives! So God or no God, you go to hell.

-14x20

Fight God? Without the gun? It's God, Sam. And he's coming for us. How the hell are we supposed to fight God?

-15x05

Listen to yourself. "We're owed." "We deserve." Come on, man. You're not God. Hell, God's not even God.

-15x07

Cas? Cas, I hope you can hear me... that wherever you are, it's not too late. I should've stopped you. You're my best friend, but I just let you go. 'Cause it was easier than admitting I was wrong.

I– Ohh. I don't know why I get so angry. I just know– I know that it's– i-it's just always been there. And when things go bad, it just– it comes out. And I can't– I can't stop it. No matter how– how bad I want to, I just can't stop it. And– And I– I forgive you. Of course I forgive you. I'm sorry it took me so long– I'm sorry it took me till now to say it. Cas, I'm– I'm so sorry. Man, I hope you can hear me. I hope you can hear me. Okay.

Okay, Cas, I need to say something.

You don't have to say it. I heard your prayer.

-15x09

Sam: So… does this mean you're the new… I mean, what do we call you?

Who cares what we call him? Look, all that matters is he got us back online.

-15x19

Do not make any idols in any form, because the Lord your God hates for his people to worship other gods. The Lord your God is a consuming fire, a jealous God. He tolerates no rivals.

[Deuteronomy 4:23-24]

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As It Was (S2)

Chapter Ten

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Summary: Lots of news in this new season, which will be full of several twists and discussions. And of course, lots of James Buchanan Barnes.

Author's note: Dear readers, I will be writing this fanfic again. This second season will have shorter chapters and it will probably take me a little longer to update the fanfic but I hope you like it!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS STORY, there may be adult content and verbal and physical violence.

Waking up in a hospital bed is much more uncomfortable than it seems. In fact, at first I thought I was dead. But it was when I tried to move and felt a pang in my stomach that I realized I was alive. I don't know how happy or sad this makes me. Someone I believed was good cheated on me, someone I loved died and I have no idea where the hell my ex husband is.

"Thank God you finally woke up, I'm going to call the doctor but try to stay conscious for the next few minutes at least." Dave speaks happily as if he's been yearning for me to wake up.

A few moments later I was so confused that I didn't even notice a team of doctors and nurses entering my room, it was almost as if I were a rare specimen. They are analyzing my every mole, asking standard questions like do I see this or that, do I remember my name, and checking my moles as soon as they enter what appears to be my hospital room.

"Doctor, what happened to me?" I ask, fearing that they are analyzing me because something terrible is about to happen.

"You may be a little confused in the next few days, the shot you took hit your spleen, which resulted in complications in his surgery. You got on induced coma for a while so that we could guarantee a recovery. The exact time you were in a coma was six months. The good news is that your body has fully recovered, without any apparent signs of trauma. For any additional information, you can ask the doctor on duty or the nurse who will be responsible for the care of this ward." The doctor speak so seriously, I feel a little confused with so much information.

"Will I be released soon or will I have to stay here for a long time?" It's the only question I long for the answer.

"We have to keep you here for at least another day for further observations but probably tomorrow, you will be released and you can go home." He speaks subtly with precision. It's a relief knowing that I will soon be able to leave here if everything is okay with me.

Dave enters the hospital room a few seconds after the doctors leave, looking extremely relieved. I really want to hug him but you're afraid to make sudden movements.

"You look like you got hit by a truck but I'm so glad you woke up. Sam and the girls were just as worried as I was, wondering when you would wake up." Dave says sitting in the companion's chair next to my hospital bed.

"How is Bucky?" It's all you can think about, wondering how my ex-husband was, who risked his life because of me.

"You won’t like to know. I think for your recovery, it’s better if you know this later.” Dave says while holding my hand softly.

"I need to know how he's doing Dave. If you consider yourself my best friend, start talking." My authoritative tone must be more powerful now because Dave seems to want to obey me.

"Barnes is working..." Dave sounds so uncertain saying this like he's afraid of my reaction.

"What do you mean, working?" Something inside me says I'm going to get stressed in the next few minutes.

"His father figured that Killian and Rogers would betray him and made a dossier and secretly handed it in before he died. The FBI and national security had no doubts about Barnes' innocence so as soon as he recovered from his injuries, he returned to work. I think he even got promoted." Because this information doesn't surprise you, it reminds you why I ended up ending my relationship with Barnes.

"What a son of a bitch, how can he come back after everything we've been through...what about Rogers and Killian?" This I really hope that one of them is at least arrested.

"Both are on the run from the police, but they disappeared. Which is kind of good news." Dave talks trying to sound optimistic.

"They both have reasons to kill me. Which makes it even worse." Stress slowly eats away at me as I imagine how unbearable my life will be.

"We will be with you and Barnes will also take care of you. Rumor has it that you're going to have cops watching." Dave tries to calm me down, which somehow works.

"I think I'm going to need some time to adapt to this information but I'm glad I'm back." I say, holding Dave's hand tightly as I lie to his face. I'm not happy, I'm desperate. My father died, my ex husband is still the same idiot and there are two cruel men wanting my head. I couldn't be more fucked up.

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OH MY GOD SPOILERS ⚠️

(you probably know what the spoiler warning is for)

quinn’s stuff ahead! (spoilers)⚠️

i’m talking out of my ass and these are just my first thoughts i just wanted them down and i wanted to hear others opinions so here’s just everything (from first and second video)

first let me say i was a little bit more than overjoyed to know that quinn would be voiced by good boy audios (HE DID ABSOLUTELY SPECTACULAR) jaw dropped when i saw but in the absolute best way possible I LOVED ITTT

but i did fully believed quinn would’ve had this monotone voice (dull..?) + personality, calm but heinous. i did NOT think he would be so sadistic and vile, (up beat? like cocky, saying the most gruesome shit with a smile) like holy shit 😭

I DIDNT THINK HE’D TALK SO MUCH LITERAL SHIT EITHER

the things he said about darlin like i had to take a pause before i could keep watching, and the clock and time ticking at the end?! (and throughout the video) they probably had to spend hours in there, watching their mate and their ex talk about gruesome things that they probably never wanted sam to have to know about, just trying to help the girl.

i’m going to be honest, i thought there would be a bit mor going on, the capturing was bit anticlimactic (?), but it’s not over yet. and there’s probably something exciting still coming. (IM NOT MAD EITHER, THEY NEED PEACE IN THEIR LIVES. AND ILL BE HAPPY WITH WHATEVER HAPPENS AS LONG AS THEY ALIVE <3)

ALSO someone said he WANTED to get caught on purpose which i now believe wholeheartedly, but it obviously begs the question, WHY would he want to be captured.

the reason i think he purposely got caught was because did he REALLY just fall for the trap and get caught?? he is so old (vampire old so yk strength and ig? intelligence? wit?? idk). how did he even just GET caught? like with HIS strength? how many department members were there? and also how “happy” he sounds??

and like are they really gonna just let him rot and give him a blood forever and ever? i feel like quinn being in cage for probably eternity is just yk no real closure?(i mean sure justice) like i feel like he should just be put down, (putting it nicely) or TRY to get rehabilitated (kinda like the vega situation), but then again he’s like a master manipulator or whatever, so whatever they try to do to help probably isn’t gonna work.

and what if there is no girl and he is just trying to torture darlin, by torturing sam, with a stories about their relationship and other things they never thought would get out. (okay there probably is a girl but he’s more evil than i thought initially) and what if it’s just a trap? (and i said i didn’t like angst, i need to put these thoughts away)

and i apologize, but if i was darlin and my mate was in a room alone with my crazy ex bf who is way stronger than him, was practically torturing him by saying the most gruesome, terrible things in DETAIL, i would get fed up and just go in there. and what kind of restraints does he have in there? handcuffs? is he half fed in there?? how is he just alone with sam like sam can still get hurt. and where did david go? (ik hes busy and got his own life) maybe there’s a ward protecting sam idk.

(ALSO UHM DO U THINK THE GIRL QUINN HAS IS KAYLA GUY AND HONEY’S OLD ROOMMATE? (I LIKE THE AMANDA THEORY AND ESPECIALLY THE ALEXIS ONE, BUT JUST TAKING EXACTLY WHAT HE SAID THATS ALL I CAN THINK OF)

anyways just needed to get everything out before the next episode, sorry a lot of questions but i hope everything goes well for them 🙏

apologies for grammar mistakes/idea repetition and things just not making sense i burned myself earlier and its 4am lmao but thank you for reading 🎀💓