#I should really have known this too i have taken multiple concussion training courses

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

bro i'm laufghing at kira doing everything you're not supposed to do with a bad concussion. girl is taking pills that could make her brain bleed. She could DIE

I–

I will be honest I didn’t know that certain painkillers could cause brain damage after a concussion 🧍🏻‍♀️

[bokettochild]

Day 4 - Trust Fall

Went with the prompt 'taken hostage' for this one, and I'm quite pleased. I might follow it up from another prompt on the list, but I quite like how it ended.

Suffer :)

There are many people who hate the Hero of Warriors.

It was a well-known fact, and something that had haunted him since the ends of the war, but he couldn’t exactly blame the folks who did. After all, it was for lust of the hero that Cia had killed so many, and there were families all across Hyrule who had lost loved ones because the hero had refused the affections of one lonely, corrupted woman.

Zelda had tried to tell him it wasn’t his fault, but that changed nothing; people had still died because of Cia’s lust, and still more had died because of his own over-confidence. So, when he walked the streets of Castletown and the people who wanted to thank him faded to the background as a single soul would stand and spit insults loaded with venom more poisonous than a deku baba, he would take their words and let them speak, never once challenging them, even when his men would protest and beg for permission to reprimand his attacker. Zelda had pleaded for him to stop, claiming that he lowered the moral of the army by not carrying himself strongly and with honor, but how could he rob someone of their voice when he’d already robbed them of everything else?

There was one upside to it all though; when Warriors met Legend, there was nothing the younger hero could say that could truly hurt him. Legend would huff and complain and tease and jab, but his insults were a gentle nudge in comparison to the hearty shoves into boiling lava that he’d seen from his own people, and he welcomed the verbal sparring with the other hero. It was nice to be able to speak back without having guilt rise in his chest, and he enjoyed getting to tease and bother the veteran hero in return.

In that manner, an unlikely friendship had formed between a hero who hated soldiers and a soldier who hated being a hero.

He was close to all of the others of course; Sky, Wild and himself would spend hours discussing their worlds and the systems of knights and training and the like. Time and Wind, his boys and the pride of his heart, would mess around with him and it warmed him body and soul to offer them advice or comfort after a long day (and having the two of them cuddle up when they thought no one was looking was an extra warm bonus on multiple fronts).

Four was- well, there was no words for the relationship he shared with the smithy. It was a relationship of exchanged looks and mutual silence. One of two brothers who knew each other as well as if they’d actually been born to the same mother, and who could read the others actions as if they were reading their thoughts. It was them flopping over each other and Four climbing onto his shoulders to reach things, it was him throwing the smithy bodily up towards high places and leaning on the top of his head when he was drained or feeling playful.

Wild and Hyrule were his baby brothers, the chaotic ones who he was helping to bring up right, the boys who needed a guiding hand and a firm voice to push them and guide them, but who reveled in warm hugs and teasing or encouraging words.

And Twilight? Twilight was his sparring partner, his closest brother and the one he’d probably end up socking in the face one day. There was enough said on that front. Legend very nearly made the same rank, except...

Except Legend was, truth be told, as much a kid as the others and despite their verbal battles, he didn’t think he could actually ever hit the kid for real, no matter how often he cuffed the pink head or pushed the short vet over in jest, he didn’t think he could ever cause the younger hero harm. Yeah, yeah, so maybe it was the big brother and father in him that said he wouldn’t live with himself if he hurt the kid, but it was also the soldier and captain that saw a reflection of every cocky recruit he’d ever trained and a certain mask wearing child in the vet’s painfully rare smiles and much more common snarky comments.

And he just couldn’t bring himself to hurt a kid in the first place.

No matter how much of an ass they were being.

“Seriously though, how have you not died?” Legend was scoffing, but the vet’s arms were wrapped tight around himself as the kid rolled his eyes. “I mean, one bokoblin? How is that the first time an enemy has ever grabbed your scarf?”

Warriors would have laughed it off with a tease about the vet’s lack of leg protection, but he could see the worry shining in violet hues and feel the tender bruising that wrapped around his own neck. He hardly remembered the last battle, adrenalin and the concussion had seen to that, but legend had been weirdly snappish with him since, yet simultaneously clingy in a way that was painfully uncharacteristic of their salty veteran. “Most monsters are just dumb.” He’d shrugged off at last, but Legend hardly looked contented, picking at his tunic and scowling at his boots as if there was something more he wanted to complain about or say, but he lacked the words to say it.

Oh goddesses, the vet really was like Mask, wasn’t he? All bashful worry and fussing disguised as insults and annoyance, but underneath just a kid who desperately needed the assurance that the people around him weren’t seconds away from death.

“I’ll be fine, you grouchy little bumblebee.” He scoffed, tugging at one of the vet’s long ears, just as he did with Time when the now older hero was getting to wrapped up in his head. “We’re in my world anyway and the monsters here are dumber than rocks.” Usually he’d just say ‘dumb as rocks’ but they’d met a talus in Wild’s Hyrule and he couldn’t honestly think of that phrase the same way since.

“Black blood makes them smarter.” Legend huffed, batting his hands away with a scowl, nose wrinkling up in an almost adorable manner as he sidestepped a swipe at his hair. “And I just fixed that thing for you, I don’t want to have to do that again.”

So much like Time had been, did the vet see it? Just like his middle kid and it was messing with his brain in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. How upset would Sky be if he gathered Legend in amongst his boys as well? The Skyloftian wasn’t particularly possessive of his descendants and he might not mind sharing responsibility over the vet. He’d have to ask, but only once he was sure Legend was out of earshot, the kid was barely tolerant of Sky coddling him, and even then, usually only when he was sleepy or scared shitless.

“Are you listening, Captain? I’m not mending that scarf again this week, you ass.” Legend flicked his ears, irritation at being ignored coloring his face with a scowl that quickly faded into surprise as a blue heap of fabric settled over his head and shoulders. Of course, the surprise disappeared too once Legend’s face was covered with the tail end of the scarf, and he had to grab the back of the vet’s tunic to stop him from tumbling to the ground as he tripped over the rocky path.

“What the heck, Wars?!” The teen squeaked, fumbling with the fabric as the captain let a laugh rumble up through his chest into his throat.

“You keep fussing about the scarf, yeah? Well,” He reached out to tug the loose end down, chest thrumming with warmth as the pout on Legend’s face beneath the scarf and a fierce blush. “So how about you keep it safe for me, just for a bit.” He shifted the fabric again, arranging it to lay better around the veteran’s thin shoulders. “You can give it back after the next battle, yeah? Then you’ll know it’s not damaged.”

The pink-haired hero rolled his eyes at that comment, but Wars didn’t miss how the kid nestled in amidst the blue fabric with a soft hum.

Oh yeah, despite all the teasing, it was clear Legend liked the scarf as much as his other boys. He hoped Sun and Sky didn’t mind sharing too much, because there was no going back now.

“Dramatic arse.” Legend huffed, but despite the vet tugging the scarf up over his nose and mouth he still saw the grin the lay beneath.

Somewhere behind him, he could hear Time and Wind exchanging whispers while Twilight grumbled something exceedingly rude and fond all at once.

“Should we split up to find supplies then?” Sky asked, pointedly ignoring Twilight’s comment as he addressed the group as a whole, earning a thoughtful nod from Time.

“Probably best.” The man hummed out. “Groups of three, Hyrule and Wind, you’re with the vet, Four and Sky, you’re with Wars, Cub, Pup, I want you two with me, if something happens I want a responsible adult on every team, as well as someone who knows this Castletown well.”

Agreement thrummed over them as they split up, Wind catching his party members by their hands and pulling them off towards the tailor and apothecary shops so Legend could restock on thread and fabric and Hyrule could gather more healing supplies. Time’s group turned the opposite way, heading off into the main market square so Wild could restock on food stuffs and a new haversack for the traveler as Hyrule’s had had a hole worn in the corner that even Four doubted he could fix. Warriors himself led his team towards the fletchers and the forge, with the intent of buying more arrows and getting Four permission to repair a few of their weapons.

The chatter of the town was cheerier than usual, and to his surprise, not a single person spoke to him beyond the occasional inquiry about directions or an apology or insult after bumping into them. It was like he was invisible, or very nearly, and even those who made a point of calling out thanks or insults only waved cheerily to him as if he was just another passing soldier.

At the smithy, the Master Smithy, Gaepak, blinked in surprise for a good minute when Wars had approached to ask for use of the workroom. “Gen’ral? Is ‘at yew?”

He cocked a brow at the question. “Yes? Is there a problem?”

Gaepak boomed a nervous laugh, motioning to his own short neck with a faint flush on his face as his ears twitched lightly. “’Ard to tell you apart from yer men wit’out that scaaf of yers.” The man apologized, and the apprentice at the blacksmith’s side nodded nervously.

He couldn’t help back slip into a disarming smile (although he had to fight not to slip into their heavy accent as well when he spoke). “Quite alright, gentlemen. I’ve just let it out to one of-”

“Yer boys.” the smith nodded knowingly, earning a snigger from their own short-statured smithy and a light chuckle from Sky.

Warriors flushed slightly. Really, the people of Castletown knew him too well. “Yes, one of my boys.”

“An’ a moighty fine father ye are.” Gaepak drawled with a grin. “Use the forge ta yer ‘eart’s content.” The smith added, moving back to his own workstation with a cheery wink. “Jist moind ye clean it up when ya done.”

Four had shouted something of a reassurance before moving to the offered work station with shining hazel eyes and fingers already flitting over the available tools to familiarize himself with them. In the meantime, Sky had shot him a knowing smile, eyes twinkling as the captain had flushed softly.

Four was deep into his work and the two of them had already finished a lengthily talk and a trip to the fletchers when Wind and Hyrule had burst in, heavy breaths heaving through the two and a healthy flush over two sets of rounded cheeks as wild eyes had turned to the two adults.

“Wind, you can’t bust into a forge! Four shouted over the clang of metal. “It’s dang-”

“Legend was kidnapped.” Wind blurted out, voice strained and barely holding onto the collected and controlled report method Warriors had drilled into all of his soldiers during the war.   Four’s hammer froze mid-air as the three had whipped around to face the two younger heroes, both knights stiffening instinctively as all laughter left their faces.

“What happened.” Warriors demanded, stepping forwards, jaw set and eyes hard as he met the sailor’s wavering gaze.

The aura of peace faded in instants, and soldier met the eyes of soldier as Wind snapped a neat salute. Unnecessary, yes, but trained into the kid by the other soldiers and probably a comforting sort of habit to revert to in the moment (Warriors felt the same about standing at parade rest as he listened to the kid’s report). “We were just entering the apothecary when a couple of folks approached Legend outside the door. He waved us inside to do our business while they talked, and Hyrule and I did as he asked. We gathered the needed supplies- that doesn’t matter though- the point is, when we were at the counter ringing up-”

“There was shouting outside!” Hyrule interrupted, fingering the strap of his faded satchel. “We thought it was just Legend being Legend, you know how he is but-”

“But then there was something of a scuffle and some bangin-”

“- and when we finished at the counter, because the man wouldn’t hurry up and refused to let us leave ‘till we’d been rung up-”

“Legend was gone!” Wind exploded, eyes shining with near panic as they met his own.

“Where were you exactly?” Wars demanded, mind already flitting across the list of people who were likely to have taken the vet. There weren’t many people the kid would have interacted with here, especially not alone, and saving the soldiers he’d accidentally embarrassed a couple of switches back (kid needed to wear some pants if he didn’t want to mistook for a girl) there wasn’t anyone he could really think of that would have cause to try anything. Sure, Legend’s winning personality might earn him a blow to the face from some of the rowdier townsfolk, but at worst he’d be left on the street on in an alley with a bruised face and a fractured rib or two, not taken away entirely.

As he considered, Four was already tidying up behind him only to have Gaepak wave them off with a worried look. “Moi boys will see to this ‘ere mess, don’t botha. Yew got a kid missin’ you go fetch ‘im, goodness knows Gen’ral that yew don’t need to be suff’rin’ that again.”

It was a bitter reminder, but he’d nodded his thanks all the same and grabbed ahold of Wind’s hand as he led the charge back into the street, Hyrule and Sky tagging along as Four made arrangements to come back later for the still cooling weapons before scampering out after them.

Searching Castletown’s streets would take hours, but after they’d run into one of his men, Bav, he’d filled the soldier in on the situation, and hardly had the words ‘my kid’ been out of his mouth before the other was nodding and agreeing to get the rest of the squadron to search the town. They’d found the others not long after, and the trio had dropped everything (even Wild’s slate for a hot second) to come rushing after them, their now two groups weaving in and out of alleyways and streets.

“Your wife?” A painfully familiar farm-wife had tutted. “First your poor daughter and now your poor wife. I’m sorry, luv, but I haven’t seen a thing.” Wind had crooked a smile at the groan Warriors had barely stifled as he led their group away, Sky and Hyrule both staring at the duo in confusion as they pressed further into the crowd.

Continued asking had brought up nothing, and after hours of trotting through the streets in a growing panic, Sky at his side and Hyrule nearly fluttering along with them, they’d finally been pulled aside by one of the soldiers and made to sit down in a guard-station long enough to drink some water and be caught up on the soldiers’ findings.

“Nothing yet, General Link, but we’ll keep looking. Until then, you should take a rest-” He’d moved to protest only to be cut off by a frown from one of his mates. “You’ll be run ragged by the time we hear word, and if the scamps intend harm of any sort, you’ll be in no state to help.”

He’d had to agree after that, but it hadn’t stopped him pacing while Sky held the other two close, rocking them softly and humming soft reassurances to the two smaller heroes that he’d bundled in his cape. The other four joined shortly after, Time demanding that Bav tell him what was happening and Twilight bundling over to grab Hyrule from Sky and curl up around him, the rancher’s nose buried in Hyrule’s curls as Four had settled between him and Sky, the smithies callused hands gently rubbing both their arms as he murmured soft reassurances to the others.

It was Wild that pulled him down to rest, flinty blue eyes sparking dangerously as the kid pulled him down to the ground and thrust something edible into his hands. Vaguely, he processed eating it, but his mind was too lost in spinning to take note if it was hot or cold or even what it tasted like.

When word finally came, it was with Bav’s face drawn and the entire guard having had to leave the post in wake of the nervous energy that flowed out from the exhausted heroes.

“Well?” He’d snapped to his feet, jostling Wild on accident as he did so and making the kid nearly toppled over with his sudden movement.

“An ultimatum, General.” Bav replied, clipped and carefully emotionless, even if there was pain in his eyes. “It’s addressed to General Impa, but-”

The note was snatched from waiting fingers before the other soldier had a chance to finish, and he was already breaking the seal as the man stepped back with a shake of his head and a murmured ‘poor man’.

The text that stared up at him stank, copper assaulting his senses as looping crimson script stared mockingly up at him. “General Impa,” The note read. “We have in our possession your branded puppet; the ‘hero’ of the war. We write to you now with a warning; should Hyrule and her queen not repay the debt owed to those fallen and forgotten, he will not be the first to pay the price.

“Repay that which is due, and release the prisoners who you hold unjustly under the claim of treachery. If this is done, your ‘hero’ will meet a kinder fate, and we may even allow you access to the corpse.”

The note was left unsigned, save a spattering of blood over where the signature ought to have been.

“A threat.” He choked, furrowing his brow and shaking his head. “It’s only a threat.”

“I wish, sir.” Bav’s eyes were downcast. “But they sent this as well.” A bundle, already unwrapped by the soldiers was offered to him. “But based on your description, that kid- I'm sorry, Sir.”

Trembling fingers tore aside the stained brown paper as he stared at the contents within.

A blood-soaked blue scarf stared back up at him.

[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

A New Life: Part Five

Masterlist coming soon! (For real this time. I got caught up in writing. Oops.) In the meantime, here’s Part One Part Two  Part Three  Part Four

Series Masterlist

Summary: Your family is killed while you are out celebrating Fall Break with some friends from college. You’re about to take your own life when the Winchester boys come rolling in. They turn your world completely inside out, but along the way you discover a new purpose in hunting and a love you never even dreamed could exist.

WC: 1,848

Warnings: slight angst, language

A/N: Y/N’s first hunt doesn’t go as planned and Dean becomes grumps... I realize posting these so close to each another kind of takes away some of the fun, but I just can’t help writing it at the moment! Part six is probably coming tomorrow haha.

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Your bedroom door swung open and slammed into the wall. You nearly jumped out of bed.

“Riiiise and shine, sweetheart!”

You groaned as you realized Dean had kicked open your door for yet another early morning workout. “Five more minutes,” you mumbled as you sink back into your pillow.

“Monsters don’t rest for anyone, and we won’t either. Hop up, sweetheart, we’ve got work to do.” He yanked the covers off and playfully threw an extra pillow at you. You huffed and dragged yourself out of bed. These early morning workouts were getting old, but you had to admit they were paying off.

Dean trained you physically, day in and day out. You worked on different fighting techniques and he showed you how to disassemble and clean your weapons. He taught you how to pick a lock, how to think outside the box for tools, and what to do if you got tied up again.

Sam worked with you on learning the lore, and he tested your knowledge constantly.

“Ghosts.” He would prompt you.

“Salt and burn the bones. You can shoot them with rock salt, but pure iron works for a few minutes if you’re in a bind.”

“And if they were cremated?”

“Uh…improvise? Try to figure out what else is tying them to our world, keeping them from crossing over.” Dean walked in the room and laughed. “See, Sammy? She’s already catching on. Improvising is what we do best.”

“Decent enough answer. I’ll take it,” he chuckled. He hesitated before giving you the next prompt. One you had only briefly touched on. “Vampires.”

You clenched your jaw. You knew as well as he did that you’d been researching that one yourself. “Cut off the head. Dead man’s blood weakens them.” A dark thought crosses your mind as Gideon’s menacing smirk flashes behind your eyes.

“Hey,” Dean said gently, as he put a hand on your shoulder. “We’ll get ‘em. Just gotta stay focused and keep working hard… You’re doing great.”

You looked up at him, and reached up to place your hand on top of his. Sometimes it seemed like Dean knew exactly what you were thinking. Of course, maybe it was obvious what you’d think of when talking about vampires. You gave him a small smile, squeezed his hand, and let yours fall back into your lap. Dean turned and left the room again.

“Well, what’s next, Sammy?” You asked with a smile playing on your lips. Ever since you started calling him “Sammy,” it felt like you had really become part of the family. He returned your smile, but you were interrupted when Dean came walking back around the corner into the library. 

“Uh huh.” He was speaking into his phone. “Yeah, we’ll check it out… Thanks man, you too… Bye.”

He turned back to you and Sam. “That was Garth. He’s got a lead for us.” This time he spoke directly to you. “What do ya think? Ready for your first job?”

You swallowed hard. Despite all your training, you still didn’t have any actual experience out in the field and you felt wildly unprepared. It must have shown on your face, because Dean continued.

“You can stay here, sweetheart. It’s not any big deal.”

You shook your head. “Nah. Practice makes perfect, right?”

The impala hummed along the highway as you made your way to the small town Garth had called about. 

“Alright, let’s go over it again,” Sam turned in the front seat so he could see you. “What are we dealing with?”

“Werewolves it sounds like. Victims are mauled, so local authorities are probably figuring animal attack. But they’re also missing their hearts, and I’m pretty sure bears don’t do that.” You shutter. “Silver bullet or knife. Probably aim for the heart just to be sure.”

“I’ll be damned.” You meet Dean’s gaze in the rearview mirror, his eyes dancing in amusement. “You do catch on quick.”

The boys dropped you off at the hotel before heading to the coroner’s office to check out the bodies. You settled in and started reading up on the victims; who they were, how and where they died, anything they may have had in common. It took hours for you to pour over all of the information, but you found that each of the victims had reportedly gone missing from the same bike trail in a forested area just south of town. Their bodies were all recovered in different places, but you knew it was probably part of the staging.

When the boys got back, you let them know what you’d found.

“Yeah, that’s what the police told us too…” Sam trailed off. Your face fell as you realized you hadn’t really helped at all. Sam quickly added, “but it was a great find! Pretty sure you found the pattern a lot faster than the cops did.”

“Smooth save, Sammy,” Dean smirked. “Anyway, we should definitely go check it out.”

Late that night the three of you quietly made your way down the trail, guns and flashlights drawn. You had established that you were probably looking for purebloods, because there wasn’t a full moon and the attacks had occurred over multiple nights.

Sam caught a glimpse of a worn down path just off the trail and signaled to you and Dean. You followed it for a ways, and found that it led to an overgrown clearing. There was a cabin in the clearing and lights shown from the front windows. The three of you fanned out to surround the cabin.

Your heart was racing. This didn’t feel right. You couldn’t possibly luck out and ambush a pack of pureblood werewolves like this...could you? Couldn’t they hear you or smell you coming?

You heard snarling and a loud crack across the clearing. Your heart sputtered, then kicked into overdrive. You wanted desperately to run across the clearing to see which of the boys were in trouble, but you knew they’d be furious if you took off and made yourself known. You had to keep out of sight. You continued to make your way to the cabin and flattened your back against the wall. You heard the front door crash open, and a bunch of commotion. You took a deep breath and peeked through the back window.

Sam was slowly pushing himself up off the ground and he was surrounded. You counted six figures standing around him. You tried to listen to the muffled voices. “...We were even sticking to small towns to lay low. Why can’t you hunters ever just mind your own damn business?”

Sam mumbled something, and you assumed it was a smart ass remark based on his smirk and the responding snarl that followed.

Just then, Dean kicked the front door open and started shooting. You didn’t hesitate like you’d imagined you would. You ran to the back door, flinging it open and running inside. Swallowing your fear, all you could think about was getting to the boys.

You ran down the short hall and into the front room to see that Dean had taken out two of them. You heard a snarl right beside you. You spun around and shot instinctively, and a third werewolf hit the floor.

You turned back around to see that Sam was holding his own with one, while Dean was going back and forth between the last two. He threw a couple punches at one then kicked it into the wall. Picking up a wooden chair, he whirled around and broke it over the other. He drew a knife out of his boot and raised it up to stab the werewolf on the ground. The first one that he had struck was back up and running toward him.

“Dean, look out!” 

You shot at it and missed. It whipped around and started running at you. Dean lunged and grunted as he wrapped his arms securely around its legs, tackling it to the ground. The werewolf that Dean had struck with a chair was back up, coiling to pounce on him. You jumped between the two of them as it came crashing into you instead, sending your gun sliding across the room.

You were pinned to the ground, holding its face at arm’s length as it snapped its fangs at you. Looking into its canine eyes, you lost a little nerve until you heard Dean making smart comments at the one he was struggling with. Willing yourself to focus, you hooked one of your legs around and rolled from underneath it, just like Dean had taught you. It punched you in the cheek and you fell back to the ground. Dean had finished off the werewolf he’d been fighting and rushed to help you. 

He got in a few good punches before it struck him to the ground too. It drew back its arm, then struck Dean in his chest. You screamed and lunged forward, somersaulting with the werewolf as you both crashed into the leg of a table. It leaped back up and you felt the its claws sink deep into your shoulder. It secured its grip on you and threw you into the wall, knocking you out cold. ___ “How could you be so reckless and stupid! You could have DIED--what the hell were you thinking!” “Dean, I wasn’t thinking I just-” “That’s right! You didn’t think at all! You just-” “Dean, that’s enough.” Sam had cut him off. “All things considered, she held her own and did really well. We’re all alive and that’s what matters. We got the job done.” “Yeah, whatever. Let’s just get some sleep so we can get back to the bunker.”

Now, here you were. You sat safely in your room back at the bunker, thinking back to your first hunt and everything that had happened after you woke up at the hotel. You’d had a concussion and needed some stitches in your shoulder, but you thought you’d taken them like a champ. Sam had been relieved when your eyes finally opened, but Dean hadn’t hesitated to rip into you before finally giving you the cold shoulder.

Sammy had tried to reassure you that Dean wasn’t really mad at you; that sometimes he just got this way after a close call. He said Dean would come around soon, and that everything would be normal again.

It wasn’t.

Dean barely looked at you, and he would only grunt in response when you asked him a question. You did your best to avoid him, and you were angry with yourself for being so upset by his silent treatment. It was just Dean. If he wanted to be mad, you couldn’t control that.

You groaned in frustration. You didn’t like how much this was bothering you or how much you were thinking about him. You knew you hadn’t done anything wrong-- in fact, you’d kind of kicked ass-- and he just needed time to come around and see that himself.

You were reading way too much into this, and you decided to just go to bed. Hopefully this would all blow over soon.

Part Six

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