#I know how to spell vial!!!! why did I keep writing VILE!?!?

[the-bi-space-ace]

IVE BEEN SPELLING VIAL WRONG THIS WHOLE FIC?!?!!

[minghaocouture]

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung X Gender Neutral Reader Genre: Modern Magic AU, Fluff Warning: Language WC: 4K+

A/N: @svtxsoju​ HAPPY HOLIDAYS BINU!!! I know it’s a bit late but here you got <333 I wub you sooooo much and I hope you have a happy new year!! Also this is the last of my simper council holiday gifts so once the new year starts i’ll go back to working on my actual requests!

“That’ll be $24.78” The rather small vile in your hand held no more than 8mm of the shiny silver liquid. It was strange, and almost looked like glittery dish soap if you had no clue what you were looking at. It wasn’t a surprise to you when your customer gasped, shocked at how much such a small amount cost. His open palm slammed down harshly on the counter that separated the two of you.

“That’s ridiculous! Vetra’s shop was selling this for $10!” At his words, you wrapped your fingers around the small vial and pulled it away from him. 

“Then go buy it at Vetra’s place, half the price for half the quality.” You retorted, rolling your eyes at the man’s attempt to have you lower your price. “Some of us actually put in the labor to make these potions, and I’ll be damned if I slaved over these vials just for some ass wipe to try and get me to dock my prices. So either buy this for $24, or get out of my shop.”

It might have seemed harsh, but you weren’t one to put up with bullshit. There were quite a few potion shops around town but very few actually made their own stock, many just buying it online and reselling it in a different container. Not you though, you put energy and so much magic into your work and you weren’t going to be haggled. At least not by some low rank vampire trash who thought he was better than everyone. 

The male bared his fangs towards you, causing you to roll your eyes. Your free hand subtly reaching down below your register and grabbing a small pure silver dagger, just to prepare for a fight just in case. Vampires were usually the ones who tried to start something, so it was left there as a precaution for yourself and your employees. 

The vampire growled, his eyes flickering over to a display of yours and you felt your heart sink. With a speed you could barely see the male had thrust his arm out, knocking the carefully put together display from the counter before he stormed out of the store.

“Get out of my way!”  You heard him shout, shoving past a customer who was trying to enter the building. 

You called out a small welcome as the door shut but didn’t bother to identify the new customer as you got to cleaning up. It wouldn’t be terrible but it was very annoying and exhausting. Placing your dagger back into its usual position before pulling your wand out of your back pocket. 

“Novis Tempus” You muttered, flicking your wand into the direction of the mess now covering the linoleum floor of your shop. You felt the magic slip from your core, travel through your fingertips, down the mahogany of your wand and seeping out from the purples and blue of the fluorite perched at the end of your wand.

Your spell slipped through the air, a small light pink aura circling the mess that had spilled. Slowly it began to change. The liquid from the spilled vials slithered back into the glass, the shattered vials stitching themselves back together, and the wood from the broken standee returning to its rightful positions. It took a few seconds but you always loved watching as it happened, and soon your display was once again perched on the countertop where it had previously been standing. 

Despite being a rather seasoned witch, the spell was advanced and took quite a bit of energy which left you rather exhausted. You were pretty grateful that your cover, a younger and much less experienced witch, named Christopher, would be arriving within the hour to take over so you could recoup the spent energy.

“Looks like I missed a party!” 

The familiar voice instantly brought a grin to your face, your eyes flickering over to be greeted by the bright shining face of your favorite customer.

“Soonyoung! I thought you weren’t gonna make it in today, you’re later than usual.” You replied, making your way over to where you kept your...commissioned items. It was rare for you to get werewolves in here, most of their species didn’t really try to tone down their transformations, they enjoyed letting out their beast once a month. Not to mention how dangerous, time consuming, and expensive making a wolfsbane potion was, which definitely made them...one of your more pricey items that you would only make if requested, so most werewolves couldn’t afford it even if they wanted to. (though if someone was really desperate and you had the time you’d probably give them the first one for free. You’re not completely heartless.)

The male jutted out his lower lip at his words being ignored, it was kind of ridiculous how adorable he was when he pouted like that. Maybe that was why you poked his buttons like that, or at least the buttons you were aware of. Despite his monthly visits, you hadn’t tried to meet him outside of work before. A shame really.

As you crouched down to the bottom shelf where you kept requests, you heard the male start up. His voice always brought a smile to your face, his mood must just be contagious. 

“I uhh missed my train?” Obviously a lie, but you weren’t going to point it out. After all, it wasn’t any of your business; he was just a customer. A very funny and endearing customer but a customer nonetheless. 

Pulling out the large circular bottle, complete with a wooden cork shoved into the neck. The light blue liquid swirled in the glass with an almost eerie glow. You doubted that you would ever get used to the aura that the wolfsbane potion gave off. Bottle in hand, you returned to your register where Soonyoung stood with a small almost nervous grin on his face. Placing the bottle down on the marble countertop, you slid it forward with a single finger.

“Well, you better head out then, before you miss your train home.” You joked, watching as the tension seemed to drift away from him. At least he seemed more comfortable now. “Same thing for next month? Doing another early payment?”

You watched Soonyoung grab the fragile bottle and slide it snuggly into the backpack he was carrying (you were honestly surprised it survived the trip home considering how you’d seen the young man run.) As he did so, he pulled out the familiar pale blue wallet that he kept inside. 

“As always! You already know my schedule so well!” He said happily, pulling out a bundle of cash and handing it over to you. “It’s on the 25th next month and I can come grab it on the 21st. Is that enough time?” 

His question caused you a brief pause, filing through a mental category of your stock. You were almost out of moonstone after the last potion so you’d need to restock and then powder that, but nothing extreme so you confirmed this with a nod and a finalization of his payment. 

“Well, I’ll see you next month then!” Considering this had been your routine for the past few months, you expected a small farewell before the bleach blond bounded from the store. So you pulled out your inventory book and began writing notes about his potion. Today was different though, as he lingered. You could feel his piercing eyes on you for a moment, just watching before he spoke up once more.

“I was...actually wondering if you were free anytime today?” You froze, your pen hovering over the parchment as your brain processed what had just been asked of you. Weighing the pros and cons of being honest with him, on one hand he was kind and you had just been thinking about what it would be like to actually befriend the male but on the other hand, this could have been a long game plan if he was some crazy killer. It was unfortunately, but you had to think of things like that, especially with the recent surge of missing persons cases. 

“No pressure! I know it’s super weird and suspicious that I’m asking buuut, you’re pretty cool and I’d actually like to get to know you! Not to be a creep, but like as a friend.” 

It was sweet, and the smile on his face was definitely inviting enough. So against your better judgement, you let out a small sigh.

“I get off at 5, think you can wait til then?” 

If his neutral face was bright, then his cheerful one was blinding. His grin stretched from ear to ear and you watched as he pumped a fist into the air out of excitement. It was honestly really sweet and made your heart flutter that he was that excited to spend time with you outside of work. 

“Yeah! I’ll hang around the district and come back when you’re off!” With that the male literally bounded out of your shop. As the door slammed shut behind him, silence surrounded you and couldn’t stop the joyful laughter from spilling from your lips.  

You helped out a few more customers before Chris arrived, but once he did you quickly got to work on preparing to leave. Doing things like going over inventory, and rearranging some things that customers had decided to touch, with just a bit more pep in your step than usual. Which Chris definitely noticed.

“Someone’s in a hurry. Usually I have to push you out the door, just so you’ll go home and rest.” You had known Chris for a few years and he of course had seen right through you. Because of this you saw no reason to defend yourself.

“Yeah, you know that Werewolf regular?”

“Soonyoung?”

“Yeah, him. Well, he asked if I wanted to hang out after work,” You explained, trying to keep casual about the whole ordeal despite how excited you were. Finalizing your inventory check, you slid your work book back under the counter and when you stood up once more, Chris was smirking in your direction, rather smugly in fact. “What?”

“I was wondering when this was going to happen. He’s always making eyes at you whenever he comes in. It’s right cute.” He teased, and you were grateful that no one else was in the store to hear this. Feeling a heat rush to your face, you rolled your eyes at the male.

“Come off it Chris, He does not.”

“He does! He’s always like this!” He exclaimed, before quickly adjusting his position to show an example. Leaning one elbow on the counter he placed his cheek in his palm and just began staring at you with a sweetly intent look. You hated to admit it, but you had caught Soonyoung staring like that...once or twice, but you weren’t going to tell Chris that.

“Maybe you need to go get those eyes checked out, cause you’re seeing things.” You declared, slipping past him into the break room that was hidden past the door behind the counter. You almost cheered in relief as you heard the familiar bell ring through the store, signaling a new customer entering. Which meant that Chris wouldn’t be able to follow after you and the embarrassment would be over.

That was...not the case when you heard Chris’ cheerful voice greet the customer.

“Soonyoung! Nice to see ya! It’s been a while, you usually come in when I’m off.” 

You mind blanked and you quickly got all of your belongings together, shoving your phone in your pocket before rushing out of the break room. Only to find Soonyoung and Chris laughing cheerfully as they spoke to one another. You almost let out a physical sigh of relief when you realized it was just a regular conversation and Chris hadn’t strayed the topic over to you. 

When Soonyoung saw you though, his eyes lit up like it was some sort of holiday even though he had just seen you about an hour ago. Honestly, nothing had probably even changed about your appearance since then and yet he still looked at you like you...radiant. 

“See ya later Chris, you have my number if anything happens. Don’t burn down the store!” The male in question quickly formed a mock salute that was almost as serious as a real one, if it weren’t for the intent purpose of making fun of you. 

“Aye aye, Parental unit!”

Rolling your eyes, you gestured for Soonyoung to follow you and soon the two of you were gone. Off on an adventure that would be the first spark in a well lit fire.

***

When you left with Soonyoung, you were expecting the typical things that a guy does when he takes people out. What you got was...much different. 

He started off by taking you to get a bite to eat, you were pretty hungry after your shift and so you were pretty grateful for that. The place was pretty small, a little mom and pop shop run by some friends of his named Seungkwan and Seokmin. If you thought Soonyoung was funny, then him with his two friends was absolutely hysterical, especially when he would tell stories of their adventures and imitate his two friends. (Seungkwan was not happy about that later part). 

That’s when things took a turn.

Instead of a typical, let’s go see a movie, Soonyoung suggested a nearby gym area. Now it wasn’t really a ‘gym’, it was more of an entertainment location. It had things like rock climbings, a large number of trampolines, and even some feats of courage where you would try to jump from a singular platform to a large punching bag looking object while you were at least 20 feet off the ground (or at least that’s what it felt like once you were up there). 

Which is currently where you were, harness strapped snuggly around you and a helmet placed firmly on your head. Eyes staring out at the large gap between you and your target, your hands pressing firmly against the cold metal of the pillar that you had just climbed up.

“Going to be completely honest, Soonie! I don’t think I got this!” You called out to the male who stood below with the service tech. He was suited up quite similarly as he was preparing to go right after you, but had dared you to try it first since you’d never been here before.

“I thought you were a witch, don’t witches fly?” He called back, confusion lacing his voice. It did provide a small laugh from you. 

“Flying on a broomstick, and jumping crazy distances are two completely different things! I really don’t think I can do this!”

“Yes you can! Just scream Horanghae, it can take away all your fears!” He shouted back, earring him a rather confused look from you.

“Horanghae??”

“Horanghaaaaaae!” His voice almost tripled in volume as he confirmed the rather strange phrase, you probably wouldn’t have thought anything of it if he were like...a were-tiger, but he wasn’t. He was just full of surprises.

Taking a deep breath you heard him chant the phrase as you steeled yourself. With one last intake, you leaped forward with a loud scream of, what seemed to be, his favorite word. To your surprise, the distance was quite small once you were in the air and you latched onto the tube like a koala. Your was heavy and your heart was throbbing, but hearing Soonyoung go absolutely crazy below in excitement made it all worth it.

The two of you didn’t stay too much longer after that, going out into the now dark city. You hadn’t even realized how late it had gotten until you exited the building and were on your way to what Soonyoung was referring to as the ‘last bit’.

Now here you were, laying on your back in the middle of a park and staring up at the stars. Soonyoung was going on and on about the stars and these different constellations that his friend Wonwoo had shown him. It was...sweet, but you were only partially listening. You were conflicted, you really really liked him but...he was a customer. Wouldn’t it be weird to be crushing on a customer? Wouldn’t it? 

“And that one is my favorite because it looks like a tiger! Isn’t it cool?”

Your eyes drifted over to him as he stared up at the night sky with those bright cheerful eyes that seemed to envelop your whole being with joy. His pale blonde hair gently brushed against his forehead with every small gust of wind. The light in his brown eyes was enchanting to see, and his smile...well it was radiant. 

“Yeah...it’s beautiful.”

But you weren’t talking about the stars.

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“And every time he’s around my heart is racing and It’s like all I can think about is him! Do you know how hard it is to help other customers when he comes into the store? It’s impossible.” It hadn’t been your intent to rant to Chris about Soonyoung, yet here you were. He had just asked if you were hanging out with the wolfman today and that sparked a 20 minute long tangent about the last 6 months that you had been spending with Soonyoung outside of work.

“You’re in love with him?”

“Chris you can’t just say the L word out loud!” You exclaimed, slapping a hand over Christopher’s mouth as if his words would call the male into the store. Chris rolled his eyes and peeled your hand off of his face before taking a grip on your shoulders. 

“Just confess to him, it’s not like he doesn’t feel the same way. I swear you could dump boiling hot soup on his lap and he would thank you just because it’s you.” Chris declared, which was absolutely ridiculous. No one would thank someone for pouring soup on them, that was a dumb analogy.

You shrugged off his hands, and propped yourself up on the countertop since there were no customers in the store. Crossing your arms over your chest and letting out a frustrated groan as your gaze lifted to the ceiling. 

“He’s still a customer, wouldn’t that be weird.” Out of the corner of your eye you could see Chris fixing you with a rather confused look. So you continued. “I mean, like what if he doesn’t like me and then it’s super awkward and he feels uncomfortable coming back into the shop? Not only would I just get to deal with a broken heart, but he could also like report us? Right? For like, being inappropriate?”

Chris snorted in disbelief at your ridiculous statement, so you turned your gaze to him and shot a glare in his direction. 

“He wouldn’t report you, dumbo. I’m telling you, just go for it. You might be pleasantly surprised with his response.”

Before you could retort, claiming that Chris was being way too optimistic for his own good, the doorbell rang and the two of you turned to greet the new customer.

“Soonyoung! What a surprise, we were just talking about you!” Your heart sunk at Chris’ words, and you shot him a dirty look, jamming your elbow harshly into his side. Which caused him to let out a loud yelp as you greeted Soonyoung. 

The male in question didn’t seem to notice anything was odd, and just beamed at the two of you as he sauntered up to the counter. The weight in your back pocket felt heavy as you watched him. It was a few days before his birthday and the two of you decided to hang out together since you wouldn’t be able to take the whole day off for his party (yes you were the boss, but it was just you and Chris and you weren’t gonna leave the poor guy alone all damn day. You weren’t heartless). He greeted Chris with a grin before turning his attention solely to you.

“Ready to head out?”

“Almost I’ve still got to fin-”

“Yup, they’re totally ready!” Chris exclaimed, shoving you towards the gap in the counter as he cut you off. “I’ve got everything under control here! Have fun kids!” Honestly it felt like he was your parent sending you off on your first date which made this all the more embarrassing. 

Soonyoung seemed to notice the conflicting words and a bright laugh left his lips, his eyes slipping shut as his smile grew with his laughter. It only took a moment for him to recover and then extend his hand towards you, and without even thinking about it you took the offered hand. You could practically feel Chris’s eyes boring into your skull, the smug look on his face saying ‘i told you so’, as the two of you left the store. 

You lead Soonyoung by the hand over to your car and he quickly climbed into the passenger side of the car. You followed much slower, pulling his gift out of your pocket before sliding into the drivers seat.

Not bothering to turn the car on yet, you turned to face him. The small black box held tightly in your hands, as if it were the only thing keeping you cemented in the moment. You almost wished you had taken one of those courage potions you sold, maybe you’d be less anxious right now, but you wanted this moment to be true to your feelings and the potion would have just muddled that up. Giving you a false sense of strength when you needed to find it on your own this time. 

“Happy Birthday Soonie.” You flashed him a small smile, passing over the tiny box. He gasped and took it from you quickly, pulling open the lid to reveal a necklace. The cord was made of leather, which would be smoother to wear than a metal chain, and a gem at the center. A piece of Tiger’s eye with a shiny golden wire wrapped intricate around the stone which kept it in place.

“It’s not much but that’s a Tiger’s eye. It wards off negative energy, dispels fears, and helps bring good luck. I mean, it had more uses than that, those are just some of them. I figured it’d be good for you since you said you were worried about starting that new job, and it’s also a tiger’s eye and I know you really like tigers, and i like you so obviously i remembered that about you. “ You continued to ramble on as Soonyoung pulled the necklace out of the box and stared at it as if you had just gifted him the most priceless gem in the world. Your heart ached as you watched him slip the cord over his neck and turn to face you. Your heart sputtered as his eyes met yours and you felt yourself practically melt in your seat when he took your hand once more.

“Was that a confession I heard? You really like me? Like...like like me?” All at once you realized what you had done, Chris would never let you hear the end of this. It was probably the worst confession in the history of confessions.

You tore your gaze away, your eyes firmly planting on the sight of his hand gripping yours. 

“I mean, yeah what’s not to like. You’re hilarious, sweet, and honestly really hot too. It’s almost ridiculous how perfect you are, and I jus-” You felt your words trail off as his free hand reached out and cupped your cheek, forcing you to look up at him once again. You almost completely combusted at the sight of his watching you as if you had hung the stars just for him.

“Would it be cheesy to say that cast a love spell on me.”

“Love spells are highly illegal.”

“Just let me be cheesy!” He pouted, but his eyes never lost that loving spark. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours and you felt like time had completely come to a stand still. You knew what you wanted, and from what he said you were hopeful that he wanted the same thing.

“Soonyoung, will you...kiss me?” As soon as the question left your lips, he had taken them with his own. It was like something clicked into place as he kissed you, his lips pressing firmly against your own as his hand slid to gently grip the back of your neck. Everything was perfect, he was perfect. 

When the moment passed, he pulled away and let out a laugh.

“Best. Birthday. Gift. Ever.”

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Breaking a Promise

Part Two - Don’t be Shy

Summary: Dean is gone. But the reader is determined to step up and find him, even if it means breaking her promise. She revisits her old hometown, haunted by memories of the past. Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, OFC Jenny, OFC Harper

Warnings: Language, canon-typical violence, character death, angst, themes of addiction, a small breeze of fluff in the background. Word Count: 3100 roughly (oops) A/N: Thank you so much to the peeps who left wonderful feedback on part one! I’m kinda scared and feel under pressure now lol Sorry this took such a long time coming, been a bit of a failure lately. I am DETERMINED to finish what I started here. I hope you enjoy the angsty ride. Thanks to @sofreddie for being a wonderful, supportive and amazing friend while I ranted about this one <3 THIS IS UNBETAD SO APOLOGIES IF IT SUCKS AND IS FULL OF TYPOS Feedback will keep the writing coming!

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It wasn't a long drive to where you were headed, about forty minutes. To you however, it felt like the longest forty minutes of your life. You'd vowed to never return here, always sitting out of the cases Sam or Dean had picked up in this place. It was cowardly, but they always understood, Dean would give you a sympathetic smile and a wink when they headed out. Sam would give you a hug, and they would both promise to make it as short and sweet as possible. They always kept that promise, ensuring to head straight back to the bunker when they were done, even if it was during the early hours of the morning. Dean would always come back to you. Always.

You feel your eye twitch at that thought and a pang of pain sharply attack your guts. Shaking it off you turn your attention back to the road, driving the practically antique car that you'd loaned from the Men of Letters garage. You lean forward and press play on the cassette player.

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“Whoa Black Betty!” Dean barked along with the music from the driver's seat of the Impala.

“Bam-a-lam!” you shouted at the top of your lungs, tapping along with the beat on the dash.

“She really gets me high!” he turned to you with that knee trembling trademark smirk and wink.

“Bam-a-lam!” you continue with a giggle.

“You know that's no lie!”

“Bam-a-lam!”

“She's so rock steady! She's always ready!”

You were a fit of giggles now, blushing at the adorable jerk before you. To your surprise, he quickly leant over, planting a deep kiss as his lips collided with yours.

“Dean!” you squealed when he released you and you noticed the car drifting into the wrong lane.

“I got it, I got it,” he chuckled, swinging the car back into the correct position.

“Keep your eyes on the damn road,” you playfully tapped his arm whilst shaking your head. The huge grin on your face somewhat diminishing the authority of your demand.

Dean continued his chuckling, turning the volume dial on the stereo up so the music blared even louder.

“Whoa! Black Betty!” “Bam-a-lam!”

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You were trying so hard to be optimistic. Thinking back to the good times to keep your spirits up. Imagining a happy reunion at the end of all this. You will find him, he will be fine and he will understand why you are doing... this.

You pass the dreaded, graffitied to hell 'Welcome to Town' sign and a familiar knot forms in your stomach. As much as you'd tried to avoid this place by sitting out on hunts and what not, every now and then you and the boys have to pass through here while heading somewhere else. You'd see this sign and quickly turn to another activity, like scrolling on your phone, reading your book or sometimes just straight up closing your eyes and focusing on Dean's Metallica album. 

You take a sharp breath and roll your shoulders, you had gotten this far so you weren't backing out now. You feel your heart racing as more familiar sights come into view. Your old school. The park your parents took you to when you were a kid. The diner you worked weekends at before...everything.

With a deep sigh, you pull into the diner's car park. Your hands were trembling with nerves. You hoped this place still did those awesome milkshakes you would partake in when you were feeling down.

The door to the diner still has that annoying high pitched squeak, even after all these years. The furnishings hadn't changed either. Paying for your shake, you sit yourself down in a booth in the far corner and watch out the window, twirling your straw through your thick dairy treat.

Mum and Dad's old house wasn't far from here. You missed your parents so much, but they really were a distant memory compared to your life now. An intoxicated truck driver stole them from you on a cliché foggy night. He lost his own life too. You were the only person left alive after the accident. Alone. No other family. Left to couch surf friend's sofas when the house got repossessed. Working a dead end weekend job in the diner and taking all the extra shifts you possibly could. Eventually, this allowed you to just scrape enough to rent a dingy little apartment on the other side of town. You were in such a dark and lonely place in your mind back then, shutting out everyone around you despite their efforts to help. You were depressed. Broke. Angry. Didn't see the point in continuing.

Then there was Jenny. A hypnotising friendly face you couldn't shove away. She worked at the Diner too back then. She could do things. She would mesmerise you with little tricks she performed for your entertainment. Dumb little things like levitating ketchup bottles and the like. She told you she could do more, and you could do it too if you wanted to learn. Your new hobby was born. Every Sunday after work you and Jenny would lock up and head to her sister's house.

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“Tonight's going to be so great,” Jenny beamed, pouring a cup of coffee and handing it to a waiting customer at the counter. “The last ‘four’ Sundays have been great,” you smiled as you started to create a fresh pot, “What's so special about tonight?”

“My sister ‘loves’ you,” Jenny continued excitedly, before leaning towards your ear and changing to hushed tones, “We don't normally initiate people until they've been accepted as a part of the coven after a couple of months. But Harper thinks you've got something. Natural talent we've never seen before, so you've been bumped up the list!”

“Um...thanks?” you chuckle nervously, “I didn't know there was an initiation. Should I be worried?”

“It's a little intense I'll admit,” she suddenly came across serious, “But you're up for it right? We love you. We don't want to lose you.”

“Uuuh,” you are taken aback by that statement, “S-sure. I'm not going anywhere.”

“Awesome!”

Jenny skipped around the diner with glee for the last couple of hours of your shift. You wondered what was going to unfold later that night. 

From what you'd seen the last few weekends, these meetings were just a bunch of women reading out of spell books and giggling at little tricks. It had blown your mind seeing real magic first hand. You found it ridiculously easy too. You’d managed to light a candle with nothing but a swish of your hand and thin air the first time you tried. A small twinge of anxiousness poked away in your guts.

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Your fist slams the table automatically, causing a few odd looks from nearby patrons. You hated this town. You hated it for the happy memories which made you grieve your family. You hated it for the horrible memories of being on your own after their deaths. Most of all, you hated it for reminding you of how dumb and naïve you once were. Sure, you were ignorant of what was out there back then. You didn't know what magic really was or about the darkness that coincides with it. The vile people who wield it and use it to control and intimidate. People like Harper. You force yourself to remember why you were taking this damned trip through nostalgia Hell. It was to get what you needed and to gank that fucking bitch. Then to find Dean. You had to get through this to get him.

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“Will you swear an oath to your fellow sisters Y/N?” Harper's voice flowed dreamily almost like she was singing. You raised an eyebrow, “Um...”

“Do you swear to abide by our magical laws, to serve, to live, to breath everything that is our coven. To join our family. To become a sister of the blood,” Harper extended her hands out to you.

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Gritting your teeth, you endure your mind replaying these scenes. Remembering this was the moment your anxiety won and you tried to bumble your way out of it. You shudder at the thought of your own voice weakly mumbling back then “Um... I think to need to think a bit more about this, I'm sorry.” You clench your fists at the thought of Jenny's heartbroken face when you turned to walk away. Your heart stops at the recollection of Harper's power. With a swift flick of the wrist, she had you flying back through the air towards her like you were magnetized. You rub your neck at the memory of her nails digging into your skin when she held you there by the throat. Then she...she… You wipe the cold sweat from your forehead, noting your heart was thudding much faster. The chatter of people around became a dull buzz of white noise. Just thinking about the stuff, after all this time, it still made you go nuts.

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“Harper!” Jenny squealed from the side in horror, “What are you doing!?” “She's too good,” the witch mumbled, brushing a stray hair from your face as you struggled helplessly while you choked, “I must see what happens.”

She brought up a vial full of red liquid. You started to panic, kicking wildly with your feet and trying to pull back with all your strength. It was useless, Harper's hold on you was too powerful.

Forcing your mouth open, she emptied the vial's contents down your throat.

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Another slam on the table. More awkward looks shot your way as you rise to your feet and hastily charge out of the diner back to your car. You drive, foot to the floor on the gas pedal. You knew Harper was still at that damned house of hers. She was cocky like that and knew you'd be too terrified to come back anytime soon. Her study would still be intact... the cabinet full of it behind her desk… You honed in on the house automatically without thought and now sat outside with a heart trying to bust through your ribcage.

This was the first time you'd ever come back. The first time since that day.

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“Hey, Y/N?” Jenny whispered, lifting your slumped body up to a sitting position on the floor. She would always come to check on you every night, “Can you hear me?” “Jenny...” you mumbled, struggling to open your bruised and battered eyes. Everything still sore and throbbing from your latest beating. Harper didn't approve when you showed signs of rebellion in your 'training sessions'.

“I'm so sorry...” Jenny had tears in her eyes, “If I'd have known about all this, I would never have brought you here.”

“Not your fault...”

“It is, I forced you into all of this. I swear to you, Harper has never been like this before!”

You could just make out your friend in the little light in your cell. Her usual bubbly brightness had been replaced with fear and nerves. Her beautiful blonde curls turned ragged and messy.

“I'm getting you out of here,” she continued with a nod, like she was confirming this to herself, “I'm getting 'us' out of here. She's gone too far...too damn far.”

You grip your friend’s hand as her body began to shake with fear.

“Jenny...we can't. It's too dangerous,” you squeeze her hand tightly, “And 'I'm' too dangerous.”

“I met two guys,” Jenny ignored you as she undid your iron shackles and pulled you up to your feet, “They came in the diner. Hunters, but good guys. They're gonna help us.”

“Hunters?”

“Shhh...” Jenny hushed as you slowly made your way through the house, “They're watching over the house right now. We just need to get out, then they'll come in and...do the rest.”

As you reached the sitting room back at the front of the house, a voice came from behind you.

“What the hell are you doing?”

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You find your pistol in your bag, checking it was loaded with Witch killing bullets. With a deep breath, you step out. Blood pumping as you marched to the front door. No messing around, you give one hard kick. Doesn't budge. Another slam, nothing. A loud roar escapes your lips as you kick again, smashing through.

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You are both flung across the room with force, crashing into the walls with a hard smack. You groan as it feels like some bones shatter. The Witch that had found you both began shouting and raising the alarm. You couldn't have that. Her shouting ceased as you summoned up the energy to raise a free hand and point it towards her. She begins to choke, hands frantically grasping her throat in panic. Harper's incantation twirling through your mind like a record stuck on repeat. It wasn’t enough though. It had been too long since your last fix and your spell was far weaker from normal.

“Y/N!” Jenny's screamed, alerting you. Three more Witches entered the room. One of them grabbed Jenny and tore her away back down the corridor. The others made a beeline for you.

The front door crashed open, two men colliding through. One of them tall with a serious face and emerald green eyes, the other taller with long brown hair. They had guns aimed and ready. They began shooting.

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As you crashed through the door, you were met by three women instantly in the familiar old sitting room. You didn't recognise them. Seems Harper has been recruiting over the years. They look startled at your pistol, but they don't run or scream. They were more scared of you than the pistol in your hand, you could see it in their eyes. Harper had educated them on who you were.

“Where is she?” you grunt threateningly. They don't answer, but respond with movement. Raising there hands the three of them started to chant different spells. You cut them all off with swift bullets to the head. One by one. Dean had taught you well on how to shoot a gun.

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Bang. Bang. Bang. The shorter of the two men ended the three Witches present. You gasped as you watched their bodies drop to the ground with a thud. The taller one approached you and guided you to your feet.

“Y/N right?” he asks.

You nodded, breathing shakily.

“I'm Sam, this is my brother Dean,” he explained quickly, “We're getting you out of here.”

“Get her out Sammy,” Dean ordered, “I'll go after Jenny.”

“Jenny...” you mumbled under your breath, shaking out of Sam's grasp and stumbling back towards the corridor, “Jenny!!”

Without pause, you storm through the door off the sitting room and into the corridor that lead to the back of the house.

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“Harper!!?” you bellow, storming down the back corridor.

More Witches appear through the multitude of doors leading off the long hall. You end them swiftly. Stopping only to reload. She'd be in her study.

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“Harper!!?” you screeched, finding the woman in her study. She had Jenny, holding her like a human shield with an arm wrapped around her neck and shoulders, “Let Jenny go!” Sam and Dean crashed through the door behind you.

“Jenny!” Sam barked at the sight, pointing his gun.

“Y/N get back...” Dean reached to grab your arm, instead to be hit by one of Harper's spells. He and his brother were thrown back into the walls and held there by her power.

The Witch cackled at the presentation before her. With a wink, she took out a vial of red fluid and rolled it across the table to you.

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You barge through the study doors, ready to start pulling the trigger. But it's empty. Keeping the gun raised, you cautiously take further steps in, occasionally looking back over your shoulder. You see the cabinet, a primal feeling of want gripping at your heart. You can physically feel your body's hunger accelerate at the knowledge you were so close to what it wanted. What it needed. What you'd deprived it for so long. Clutching at your chest, you are drawn over there. You suddenly find yourself holding one of the small bottles from inside. Cupping it with both hands, you stared, not remembering when it was you laid your gun down on the desk.

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“Y/N don't!” Jenny cried as you picked up the small glass container and stared at the contents with heaving breaths, “Y/N! Put it down!! This is what she wants!” “Listen to your friend,” Dean's voice came from behind you whilst your hands shook uncontrollably.

“You don't need that,” Sam's voice followed, “No matter how much you feel like you do, you don't!”

You hesitated. Your jaw trembled as you froze with the bottle in your hand. You wanted it so badly, but feared it at the same. “WEAK!” Harper shrieked impatiently. She shoved Jenny in your direction. Before you had the time to even reach ouch and catch your friend, with a click of Harper's finger, her necked snapped.

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“No...” you gasp, clutching the bottle to your chest to take it out of eyesight. You shake your head, stumbling back slightly as your heart thuds erratically. Jenny... If you hadn't hesitated you could have saved her.

A sudden voice cuts through the air. For a moment, it felt like past and present imitated each other. You blink rapidly at the sight before you, seeing both momentary events meld into one.

“C'mon now pet,” Harper grinned eagerly, “Don't be shy.”

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You watched Jenny's lifeless body crash to the ground at your feet. Harper's words striking a rage within you. A monster, and it wanted to get free. You open the vial and hungrily intake it's entire contents.

“Y/N, NO!” Sam shouted desperately.

Dean's head dropped to his shoulders in defeat. He feared what was about to come next.

You take in the rush. A surge of energy ran through your entire body. It built, becoming painful, everything honed in on your brain which felt like it was about to burst.

With a shrill scream, you thrust your arm forwards, forcing all the energy accumulated in your head into the one spell. It was like an explosion. Your eyes illuminated a vibrant purple and a wave of matching colour fired from you. You were so focused on the spell, it was like everything else moved in slow motion. You willed the spell with all your might but it wasn't quick enough. With an inspired smile and a wink, Harper turned and vanished in a millisecond. The spell crashing through the place she stood mere moments after her. The blast was powerful, cutting through the wall behind like butter.

“NO!!” you screamed, running the hole you created and smashing your hand on what was left of the wall.

You sobbed, unsure whether through anger or pain. You didn’t notice the two hunters drop to the floor with a thud behind you. They tentatively approached while you were distracted in your outburst. You felt your arms grabbed and cold iron click to your wrists.

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