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blue-fidelity · 4 years ago

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~ “Smile in the face of Tragedy”

Chapter 2: New King

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Henderson!reader, Steve Harrington x best friend! reader

Chapter Summary:

A wild night reveals secrets and broken hearts. At least Billy & (Y/N) have each other.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, drunk!Billy, sad!Steve (that is a warning 🥺)

“(Y/N)! It’s Halloween!”- Halloween? (Y/N) woke up to the sound of her brother yelling excitingly. If she wasn’t mistaken, she could hear the Ghostbusters theme playing loudly from Dustin’s room. She groaned, burying her head in her pillows while running her hands through her hair.

This is not how she planned to wake up this morning.

Before closing her eyes to regain a little more sleep, her alarm clock looked her right in the face. 7:15. Another groan came from her. Perk up (Y/N), it’s your favourite holiday! She pushed herself up, swinging her legs on the side of the bed. (Y/N) definitely knew the high school students weren’t going to be wearing costumes to school. So before Billy picked her up, she’d head home to get changed.

Billy- (Y/N) didn’t think she’d be able to forget yesterday. The way he held her, the way he kissed her forehead. His embrace was so comforting- she nearly melted into him. The smell of dry cigarette smoke and cheap cologne haven’t been able to leave her senses. It was like everything that came with him, it was intoxicating, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

As she stepped out of bed, she moved her hips slightly to the music coming from her brother’s stereo. When she made it to her drawers, she contemplated what she should wear today. Just because she wasn’t going to wear a costume, didn’t mean she couldn’t look spooky, right? She grabbed her “Chistine” t-shirt, it was one of her favorite horror movies. Pairing it with a black acid wash skirt, some fishnets, and her usual chuck taylors, she strutted confidently out her bedroom door.

She walked into the bathroom to find Dustin clad in his Stantz costume, brushing his teeth. He looked so cute! “Hey Doctor Stantz, ‘lookin pretty badass”, she grinned, patting him on the back. “Thanks (Y/N)! I can’t wait to see the guys in their costumes, Halloween’s gonna be so great!”, he cheered, spitting out his tooth paste. He quickly ran out of the room to fetch breakfast, leaving (Y/N) time for her hair & makeup.

Bright red lipstick and heavy black eyeliner, hair slightly curled.

When she stepped into the living room, she saw her mom enthusiastically taking polaroids of Dustin. She couldn’t help but smile, hoping her mom would save her some for her picture board. (Y/N) sat on the couch beside her cat Mews, scratching the back of his ears as he purred in contentment. She giggled at the various poses her brother made in front of the camera.

Her mom had finally stopped taking photos, noticing her on the couch. “(Y/N) darling! I didn’t see you come in, can I get a photo of my two children?”, she questioned, looking at her with pleading eyes. (Y/N) couldn’t say no! “Of course!”, she said, standing up from the couch.

She placed an arm around Dustin’s shoulders, teasingly taking him in a headlock, rubbing her nuckles on his hair. To this he laughed, playfully pointing his fake proton blaster at her. It was the perfect picture. Perfectly trapped in the moment of two great siblings, simply having a good time.

(Y/N) gathered her things, making sure to take one of her mom’s homemade muffins for breakfast. She had made them a couple days before, but they still were delicious. Even though (Y/N) desperately needed coffee, she decided against it. She was already running a bit late, and as much as she hated the stale stuff from the cafeteria, it’d have to do. Dustin had already slipped out the door to head off on his bike, he really must’ve been eager to see his friends.

Before making her way to her motorcycle, she slipped her jean jacket on and hugged her mom goodbye. Claudia looked at her intently, ruffling her curled hair. (Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully, “Alright mom, I gotta go! ‘I’m gonna stop here after school though, k?”, she opened the front door. “Okay have a good day sweetie! ‘I’ll see you before your party!”. (Y/N)’s mom knew about the party, whether she knew there was going to be alcohol involved, it was better off not knowing.

Sliding the keys into the ignition, she sped off to the school. She could never get enough of the mysterious backroads of Hawkins. It scared her, obviously. With all the things that happened the previous year, she couldn't help but wonder if things still lurked in the depths of the forest, hiding till they could strike. Waiting and waiting till they can catch someone else and drag them to that horrible place. Her body trembled at the thought of it. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the memories. Eyes turning back to the road, she removed one of her hands from the handles, trying to reach for the button of her stereo. It had turned onto some random radio station that was playing Halloween tunes.

“Happy Halloween ‘Morning Ghouls and Goblins of Hawkins! Here’s a spooky throwback from ‘1982 for y’all on this fine dreary morning, ‘Blood Bitch’, by Cocteau Twins!” - the radio host introduced, was he really supposed to swear on radio? Well, no one really had a filter these days.

The song added to the eerie atmosphere of the cold morning, making her uneasy. She pushed through her thoughts, trying to just focus on getting to school. It was Halloween! No need for being pent up on past trauma. The station had eventually turned to a happier song, putting her in a better mood. What better to put a smile on your face then the ‘Time Warp” from The Rocky Horror Picture Show? She bobbed her head happily to the familiar tune, singing along to the lyrics.

School today had been an absolute drag! Last period (math) was nearly done and (Y/N) was desperate to get out. She could see some of her mutuals were anxious as well, probably too excited to wait for the party tonight. She was excited as well, maybe a little bit of the fact that she’d be spending more time with Billy?

(Y/N) would hate for him to think she’d be using him as a rebound. Even though it seemed that way, she really should’ve forgotten about her feelings for Steve awhile ago. (Y/N) really loved Steve, but he’d always been so oblivious, but- that was just Steve. He would’ve never known of her feelings if she didn’t tell him. Which she never did, in fear of obvious rejection. Then here was Billy Hargrove, whether it be his flirtatious nature, she could see herself really falling for him. The one thing she knew she wouldn’t do was dive in too quickly. She wouldn’t make the same mistakes, for her and for Billy’s sake.

She was finally released from the rechedouness that was her math class-running straight out the door right as the bell rang, nearly having winded Mr. Henry. After taking a quick stop at her locker, she walked outside to find her motorcycle. (Y/N) was nearly there till a skateboard hit her feet, stopping her in her tracks.

“I’m so sorry! It slipped right out from under me-” a voice of a young girl called, her breath shaky. (Y/N) looked down at the girl shuffling to grab her skateboard, she had never seen her before. The mysterious teen with the red hair looked around her brother’s age, so why was she so unrecognizable? Wait- could it be?

Billy’s step sister.

“Hey, hey it’s all good!”, (Y/N) gave her a reassuring smile. “Hey- not to sound weird or anything-”, she chuckled nervously, “But, are you new here? ‘You see I got a younger brother ‘about your age, and you got an unfamiliar face”. The girl stared at her skeptically, but still replied. “Yeah, just moved here from ‘California, what are you ‘looking to set him up or something?” she questioned sarcastically. ‘Damn she was quite the firecracker. “Nah frankly I think you're a little out of his league”, (Y/N) winked. To this she got a laugh out of her. “Well, it was nice weirdly meeting you, ‘I’m Max!”, she introduced herself. “Well Max, ‘I’m (Y/N), if you're interested in someone helping you out with that kickflip, ‘I used to do some skateboarding myself”, she offered. Max beamed at her offer, “Really? That’d be so great!”, “Alrighty then, if you see me around, don’t be shy to ask!”.

Little did (Y/N) and Max know, Billy was watching them. Billy knew (Y/N) was genuinely kind, but not that kind. It wasn’t necessarily cool to be seen with a middle schooler. He figured he wouldn’t look too much into it, but something about seeing (Y/N) with her, didn’t sit well with him. Billy gave Max a dirty look as she skated up to the camaro. “You're late again”, Billy started. “I had to get catchup homework”, Max stated. “Jesus! I don’t care- who was that girl you were talking to?”, Billy asked, even though he already knew who she was. “Just some high schooler- she offered to help me learn some skateboarding tricks' '. So she skateboarded too, huh? “That’s rich. Just, get in the car, will yah?”.

(Y/N) entered the door with a ‘skip in her step. She really needed a reason to lose herself, forget about the world around her. Tonight was going to be perfect for that. Expecting to be greeted by her mom, she noticed no one was there. She knew Dustin was heading to Mike’s right after school, ‘but her mom was nowhere to be seen. She probably had to work later hours again. ‘This meant she had the place to herself! (Y/N) still had a few hours before Billy picked her up. So she figured she’d get into her costume, and then fix herself something to eat.

The Sarah Connor costume was simple. Gray tank top, black jeans, sunglasses, a chunky belt and combat boots. (Y/N) already had all of this in her regular wardrobe, so it’d be a pretty easy costume. Of course she didn’t have a rifle to complete it, even though she could’ve asked Nance. She wasn’t about to show up to a house party with a gun. It would have been pretty cool though.

She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, clad in costume. Now it was time to remove her makeup and untame her curled hair. “Mr. Crowley” by Ozzy Osbourne was currently spinning on her “Blizzard of Ozz” vinyl. She mouthed her lips to the lyrics as she straightened her hair, her (Y/H/C) locks falling in straight whisps on her head. Replacing her once extravagant makeup with a more nude look, she looked at herself pleased.

A total badass look, you might say.

It was only 4:30, and Billy was coming over at 6 o’clock. She had way too much time to kill. Making her way to the kitchen, she scoped the fridge. Enough ground beef for two burgers, and she knew they had leftover buns. Maybe Billy would be hungry when he got there, and if she was making dinner for two- she didn’t want to start too early. So she’d head back to it in about a half an hour. Meanwhile a coca-cola would hold her down, she was pretty firsty.

(Y/N) now laid in her bed, bored. ‘Blizzard of Ozz was still playing, it just switched onto “Steal Away (The Night)”, her ears perked up to the upbeat tune. She couldn’t help but dance around, hopping happily on her bed as she belted the lyrics along with Ozzy. Pointing at the poster of him that was plastered on her wall, she shouted the chorus. It’d be pretty funny if Billy were to walk in on her singing her heart out, what would he think of that? She rolled her eyes at the thought, he’d probably think she was crazy. The song ended, turning to the next one. (Y/N) took this as her cue to start on dinner.

Flipping the patties in the pan, she sighed at the smell. She did cook a pretty ‘mean burger. Dustin loved when she made them, he always said the added rosemary was the perfect touch. (Y/N) grew up with her mother teaching her how to cook. Claudia Henderson had worked in a number of restaurants, usually in the kitchen or as a waitress. She now helped run a popular Inn a little outside of town, and it was her favourite place she’s ever worked in. (Y/N) probably figured it was a busy night, considering she didn’t come home at her usual hour.

5:45 and the burgers were ready and plated, the aroma running through the room. Billy was ‘going to be here soon, and she was giddy with excitement. Before she knew it, the bell rang. Fuck he was early. “Coming!” she called, slowly making her way to the door. ‘There he stood; a cocky grin on his face with his arm propped up on the door ledge. She took time to take in his minimal outfit, tight jeans & a leather jacket, no shirt. His abbs were on full display- (Y/N)’s mouth watered just at the sight of him. “See something you like, sweetheart?” he smirked. “Maybe-”, (Y/N) stammered. “It’s aight, I see something I like to,'' he whispered the last part into her ear, letting himself in.

“She cooks too? ‘I guess looks can be deceiving”, he motioned to the burgers. (Y/N) blushed, “I figured we could eat before we fill ourselves with alcohol”. They delved into the burgers, she couldn’t help but laugh when Billy moaned at the taste. “Darlin- I haven’t had a burger like this in awhile, ‘the ones down at Benny’s don’t hold anything on these”, he praised. “That must be a high compliment, because ‘Benny’s are pretty good”, she smiled at him. (Y/N) put the dishes into the dishwasher, quickly running to her room to grab her polaroid camera. “Where are you ‘heading princess?”, she’d never get tired of his little pet names. “I’m just grabbing my camera- I want to get some good shots tonight!”.

(Y/N) came back with her camera bag, a big grin on her face. “You ready to head out?”, he questioned. “Yeah, just let me get my jacket”, she took her jacket from the hook. “Ready”. He guided her to the camaro, opening the passenger door. Billy never opened the passenger door for girls! ‘(Y/N) really did something to him, huh? “Such the gentlemen”, she smirked. “Anything for you dollface”. He slid into the drivers side, placing his keys into the ignition. “Music?” she questioned, “Sure thing, feel free to look through the cassettes in the glove box”. She searched through the assortment of tapes, varying from Metallica, Def Leppard, RATT, Mötley Crüe, Hanoi Rocks, AC/DC and more. She settled on Hanoi Rocks’s, “Two Steps From The Move” album. It had just come out that summer, and it was one of her favourites. Not to mention she had a HUGE crush on Michael Monroe.

“Hanoi Rocks huh? I like your style”, he nodded in approval, till turning his eyes back on the road. “Got any specific fave tracks?”, (Y/N) questioned. “Track 8”. She was surprised he chose this one, considering it was one of the more “cheesy” songs. ‘It did have a pretty ‘rockin guitar riff in it though, she’ll give him that. Billy contentedly thumped his hands on the steering wheel, speeding up a bit. Rolling both of their windows down, (Y/N) was surprised to see him singing along to the lyrics. It was a bad attempt at a Finnish accent, sure, but it was still really cute. (Y/N) joined him, jumping in at the chorus. They banged their heads to the tune, continuously singing the lines. (Y/N) really felt alive in that moment. ‘She couldn’t remember the last time she had this much fun, and they haven’t even gotten to the party yet.

They pulled up to Tina’s, teens were already rallying in. ‘It was going to be a wild night. Before Billy could open up his trunk to get the kegs, (Y/N) stopped him. She pulled out her camera, “Hargrove! Smile!”, she grinned, pointing the camera at him. ‘He rolled his eyes, posing for the picture. The photo was of Billy playfully doing the devil’s horns symbol, with his tongue stuck out. She giggled, “This is one for the board!”. “Well Hey Sarrah Conner- let me take a pic of you!”, he said, trying to grab the camera from her. She handed the camera to him, smiling that he remembered her costume name. Letting her sunglasses shade her eyes, ‘she smirked brightly at the camera, ‘Billy quickly snapping the shot. He handed the polaroid to her, she shaked it and placed it in her bag with the one she took.

Billy held one of the kegs while (Y/N) grabbed the other, walking into the crowded house. It was overwhelmingly loud. They could feel the heat coming off the numerous teenagers that littered the home, their bodies moving to the heavy beats of the stereo. Tina was in the kitchen, and had noticed the pair walk in. “Billy & (Y/N) are here with more kegs!”, she shouted, ‘causing the crowd to go wild. Someone had taken the one from her hands and motioned Billy to follow them into the backyard, leaving her alone. She grazed over the sea of teens, trying to spot anyone she knew. She noticed Steve and Nancy dancing freely in the living room, Nancy nursing a drink while Steve had a big smile on his face. She figured she’d grab some punch and then see what Billy was doing in the backyard, most likely a keg stand. He was the new ‘king after all, Tommy was probably expecting him to beat Steve’s record.

‘As luck would have it, she was right. She stood on the back porch with a cup of “pure fuel” in her hands, watching the teens crowd around him as he bent over the keg. They shouted various numbers, counting the seconds as he chugged down the beer. (Y/N) cheered with them, looking at him with bright eyes. His torso was glistening, beads of sweat running down his toned chest. Her cheeks flushed red just at the sight of him. The enthusiasm got louder as he finished the stand, spitting spews of beer out of his mouth. “That’s how you do it Hawkins! That’s how you do it!”, more cheers. Tommy passed him a cigarette and escorted him into the house, the gang shouting his name as Mötley Crüe’s, “Shout At The Devil” played on the speakers. Billy spotted her on the porch, grinning wildly at her. He shoved her into his side with his arm, hugging her tight. Tommy glared at the interaction. Never in her time with being friends with Steve has ‘Tommy liked her that much, and it seems things haven’t changed.

Typical Tommy.

(Y/N) was enjoying the feel of Billy's embrace a little too much. She knew he was already partially drunk, and she was feeling a nice buzz that she wasn’t planning on getting rid of anytime soon. Someone had to drive them home. ‘Tommy paraded them up to Nancy and Steve, (Y/N) wasn’t sure if it was to torchure her or show off Billy, probably both. ‘Billy and Steve stared each other down as if they were going to kill each other, it was really intense. Too intense for her liking. Still hooded under Billy’s arm, she shot Steve a sympathetic look. ‘As if to say ‘I’m sorry’ with her eyes. “We got ourselves a new keg king Harrington!”, Tommy declared. “Yeah eat it Harrington!”, another guy shouted. Somehow in ‘Billy and Steve’s stare down, Nancy had slipped away.

“You see Harrington- not only that, but I stole your girl away too”, Billy retorted. Oh shit- this wasn’t good. Steve glanced over at her, a nervous look in his eyes. “I don’t know what you're talking about man-”. How did Billy know about (Y/N)’s past feelings for Steve? “Well you see, this lovely lady under my arms thought the world of you, and frankly I- I just don’t see why! Point being, she has me now, you can go fetch that slut you settled for.” This interaction was making neither Steve nor (Y/N) happy, it left them feeling both angry and confused. Steve scoffed, chasing after Nancy. He was going to want to talk to (Y/N) about this later.

Steve really didn’t know what to make of what Billy had said to him. Mainly, it sounded like a warning; but he didn’t think Billy intended for it to be that. (Y/N) and him had been best friends forever, and even if he didn’t necessarily like Billy, there was no harm in her being friends with him, right? Though, something about what Billy said hinted that he meant more than just friends. Had (Y/N) liked him, loved him even? Was Steve really oblivious all these years- no, it couldn’t be. If he was being honest, he harboured a small crush on her in the beginning of middle school, but then Nancy came into his life. Nancy Wheeler hit him like a freight train right in the heart, and he then became a lovesick puppy. He couldn’t get enough of her. That’s when Steve began to realize, the jealous glances over the years, the slight distaste of Nancy that came off her.

But, why did it matter if (Y/N) loved him? He still had Nancy, or so he thought.

Tommy had left, leaving Billy and (Y/N) in the corner of the living room, an uncomfortable silence stirring between them. “Billy-how did you-“, she wondered in a whisper, but Billy cut her off. “You really don’t think Tommy would’ve told me? Besides, everybody knows”. She didn’t need to hear the last part. Besides, why did it matter if everyone knew- it didn’t matter to her anymore. “Does that bother you?”, she asked worriedly. Billy chuckled darkly.

“Darlin- you got nothing to worry about, I’m your new king now”.

Next thing she knew, they were on the dance floor. Billy had pulled her into the crowd of sweaty bodies, grinding on each other. Some people were making out, others chugging alcohol till they fell limp to the floor. She stared nervously at the rowdy teens, her body shaking. He noticed her agitation, placing a hand on her cheek, turning her to face him. He smelt of cheap beer and stale cigarette smoke, and a hint of cologne. She was caught with that intoxicating sensation again, making her hazy. His icy blue eyes peered into her (Y/E/C) ones, “Just feel the music princess- everything will be just fine”.

‘Their bodies moved comfortably against each other to ‘Billy Idol’s, “Flesh For Fantasy”. A perfect song choice in the moment. ‘(Y/N) was very much sober and very much aware of what was happening. Aware of Billy’s strong grip on her waist, aware of his hips moving against hers. Normally this would’ve been cutting close corners for her, but she was looking for an opportunity to lose herself. What better way than this? She ran her fingers through his thick blonde curls, her hips swaying a bit more. He sighed in contentment, making her shiver. His face was currently buried into her neck, placing soft kisses on her collarbone.

They continued their heavy sway for a while, Billy had started to form a hickey below her ear. She was definitely not going to be able to cover it up tomorrow, but she really didn’t care if people saw it- she wanted people to know that she wasn’t desperate. That she didn’t need Steve anymore. She wasn’t exactly sure what she meant to ‘Hargrove, but she knew that she wasn’t planning on leaving him anytime soon. (Y/N) felt him remove his lips from her neck, his hot breath waving over her. “Mhmm- left a pretty big mark sweetheart-“ he mumbled. She hummed in return, removing her hands from his hair.

The rest of the night consisted of more dancing, and Billy getting more intoxicated than he was before. Really drunk Billy- let’s just say it was quite the sight to see. He was a giggling mess, slurring his words and stumbling on his feet. “(Y/N)- has anyone ever told you-“ he hiccuped, “That you were gorgeous?”, another hiccup. She giggled at his comment, “Tons of people- but I bet no one sees me like you do huh?”, she supported him up against the kitchen counter. “Absolutely no one!” He cheered in a high pitch voice, damn he really was a mess. She tried to wrap his arm around her shoulders snatching his keys.”Hey- what are you doing?”, he gestured to the keys, “Getting you home-“, “Wait! Can we go to your house please?? I can’t wake up my dad letting him see me like this- he’ll kill me”, he pleaded. “Fine- just, try to be as quiet as possible, I got a sleeping family too”.

(Y/N) took him out of the house, nearly carrying him. She waved goodbye to a few mutual friends who were still conscious, muttering a soft “See y’all tomorrow, hope we aren’t all hungover”. This earned a few laughs from her classmates, bidding her and Billy a goodnight. Unlocking the passenger side to the camaro, she set Billy down lightly on the seat. “Being so ginger with me sweetheart- I’m not made of glass ‘you know”, he joked. “Whatever tough guy- let’s just get you to a bed, mhm?”. Placing her hands on the steering wheel, she realized she hasn’t driven a car since the summer, and a camaro is definitely nothing close to a station wagon. She took a deep breath- she could do this, no sweat. Besides, there was no way she could bring herself to ruin a car as beautiful as this one.

Billy must’ve passed out while they were driving, because when she pulled into her driveway, his eyes were sewn shut. She had to admit- he did look pretty adorable when he was sleeping. She tried to resist the urge to take a photo of him, but she couldn’t help herself. Pulling out her camera bag that was littered with pictures from tonight, she snapped a quick photo of him. The flash startled him, waking him up. “Sweetheart- were you taking photos of me in my sleep? That’s just creepy”, his voice was groggy. “How could I not when you were laying there looking like an angel?”, “Pfft- ‘darlin, I am a demon, Satan himself! ‘Ain’t no way I’m an angel!”, he scoffed.

“Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but Lucifer was once an angel”.

Fumbling with the keys to her front door while trying to help Billy regain his footing was hard. He was just about to lose consciousness again when she finally got the door open, it shouldn't have been as much of a challenge as it was- but Billy had a lot of weight to him. She didn’t notice the lights were still on till she saw her mom sitting in her reading chair, Mews on her lap and clad in a cat costume. Shit- what was she gonna say about this? “Oh! Mrs. Henderson- I see where (Y/N) gets all her good looks from!”, Billy squealed, “Ugh can it Billy! Mom I can explain-“ she shushed Billy, staring wide eyed at her mother. “Sweetie- you clearly had a wild night, just take this pound of muscle to your room, and we can talk about it while he crashes, okay?”- (Y/N) nodded quickly, dragging Billy to her room.

Billy flopped down on the bed, giggling wildly. “Honey! We’ve known each other for two days, don’t you think we ‘oughta know one another better before I sleep in your bed?”, (Y/N) rolled her eyes at the blubbering idiot. “This was your idea dumby! Just get under the covers and keep it shut, will you?”, she glared at him, closing the door and heading back to the living room.

“So no Steve, huh? He’s the one who usually spends the night”, her mom said softly. “Different reasons mom- I’m just trying to figure out who’s a bigger piece of work”, she huffed. “Well he’s quite the looker, ‘makes me wonder how you keep up with him”, Claudia smirked. “Mom! He’s new here- he just happened to notice me first”, (Y/N) blushed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Besides- what are you doing up so late?”, (Y/N) stared at the clock, “It’s nearly 1 o’clock”. “Busy night down at the Inn, just needed a little time to myself after Dusty went to bed”, she sighed, but (Y/N) knew she wasn’t finished. “Also wanted to see what mess you brung home, it’s always a new thing with you”, her mom laughed. “Billy’s- interesting, but I’m not sure, doesn’t seem like the most faithful type”, she sighed. “He may surprise you, and besides- if he hurts you he’ll have to suffer the wrath of your brother!”, Claudia giggled, smiling at her daughter. “Anyways- I’m gonna head to bed, early day at work tomorrow, you gonna go join the guy?”, she pointed down the hall. “Yeah yeah I’ll join the idiot in a second- just gonna get some water”, (Y/N) said tiredly.

Snuggling up on the couch, she sipped her water. The quietness was calming, the fact that everyone was at rest and she was the only one around southend her in a way. The fact that Billy was sleeping soundly in her bed, gave her a different feeling. Things with him- had gone by so quickly, and it was only just beginning. It was nice being with someone where the relationship had lasted longer than more than a few hours. Her past flames- had simply been one night stands, meaningless things to shy her away from Steve, but Billy was different. She actually liked him, and even though he came off as a jerk- he seemed really sweet on the inside. Though, she couldn’t help but wonder how Steve was feeling right now, the bomb had been dropped on him nearly two hours ago- it must be overwhelming to know your best friend was holding back feelings for so many years.

(Y/N) was just about to head to bed, till she heard a knock on the door. Who was here at this time of night? She opened the door slightly, and who she saw she didn’t expect. There Steve stood, his face red and puffy with tears in his eyes. His body was shaking, his shoulders were slumped over. He looked awful. “She- doesn’t love me- it’s bullshit! It was all bullshit!” He stuttered as his body continued to quiver. (Y/N)’s heart ached at his words, what had Nancy done this time? She didn’t know what to say, it’s not like she could’ve let him in. So, she just pulled him into a hug, “Steve-you can’t keep coming here like this- it’s not my job to fix you”, she tried to explain. “I know! I just don’t have anywhere else to go”, he cried. “I can’t tonight- it just isn’t the right time.” (Y/N) was attempting to tell him in the best way possible that Billy wasn’t there, but Steve caught on. “He’s here, isn’t he, Billy?”, Steve muttered angrily. “Out of all the guys in Hawkins- you chose him to get over me, that’s just flattering!” . Steve was making her feel sick, “Steve- I know you're hurting but you can’t take it out on me like that- it isn’t fair”, she pushed away from him. “I’ll talk about this with you tomorrow- when you're in the right state of mind, okay? Just please leave”, she pleaded. “Fine- I’ll see you tomorrow”, he breathed out harshly, walking back to his car.

She was on the edge of a breakdown, heart racing and choked up tears running down her face. This is not how she expected her evening to end- seeing Steve like that, broken and beaten again. (Y/N) thought she’d never live to see Steve crumble in her arms one more time- and with that she could’ve rested easy. At least she wouldn’t have to be alone tonight, she had someone waiting for her. Trying to stay quiet, she tiptoed down the hall. Opening the door, she walked in to see Billy sleeping soundly, the pink hue of her bedside lamp illuminating his features. She took notice of his leather jacket, jeans and boots scattered on the ground. That meant he was only in his boxers. Before joining him she slipped into an oversized AC/DC t-shirt and looked in the mirror, her hands grazing over the purple mark that had formed on her neck- the little bastard.

When (Y/N) laid in bed, even in his sleepy state Billy could notice the slight dip in the mattress. He groaned, “What took you so long…?”. (Y/N) chuckled softly at his tiredness. “Just an unexpected visitor, nothing to worry about”, she smiled reassuringly. “Well as long as you're okay, that’s all that matters”, he kissed her temple, pulling her into his chest. She snuggled into his side, sighing contentedly. She needed this. “Thank you”, she mumbled mindlessly. “For what sweetheart?”.

“For helping me start fresh”.

The couple held each other comfortably, sleep taking over them. (Y/N) rested her head on Billy’s torso, as he lazily made circles on the small of her back. Everything was blissful in that moment. Perfect. She’d deal with Steve tomorrow, for now, she had Billy Hargrove. Billy Hargrove with his strong hold and warm comforting body, Billy Hargrove who made her feel safe.

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apocalypseornaw · 4 years ago

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Always be Yours- 11

Word Count: 7,214

Story Summary: Follows Dean and the reader throughout season 9 into season 10

Chapter Summary: When Garth turns up as a John Doe it brings you and both boys back together to investigate a seemingly harmless pack

Warnings: cursing, blood, fights, death

“Baby..wake up Y/N” you groaned at the feeling of Dean gently shaking your arm. You glanced at the time before saying “Dean check out isn’t until eleven. What’s wrong?” He saw the way your eyes flicked towards his arm and shook his head “Nothing like that. I think I found Garth” that woke you up. You were on your feet and grabbing your bag to get dressed before he could even finish talking.

Garth had been hit by a car and admitted to a hospital. The problem was that no one had laid eyes on him in so long none of you even knew what he’d been up to. Dean’s plan was to give him a shot of adrenaline to wake him up and question as to why he had left Kevin high and dry when the kid had been put into his care.

You stood on one side of the bed watching while Dean uncapped the shot but the door opening made you call his name. You both turned and you smiled slightly to see it was Sam coming in. Dean cut his eyes at you “Did you call him?” “No, she didn’t call me” Sam answered. You could feel the tension rolling off them both so you spoke first “Guessing you saw his john doe on the police wire?” Sam nodded and walked to the side of the bed so you moved to the foot of the bed putting yourself literally between the brothers.

“Where you coming from?” Dean asked him and you glanced up at the fact that they were actually talking. “New Mexico” “Well, that’s a haul, especially considering we got this pretty much covered..so if you want to” Sam ignored Dean and looked at you “Have you spoken to him yet?” You shook your head “No, he’s been out since we got here” Sam touched the handcuffs holding Garth to the bed then questioned what he was being charged with “Killing a cow” Dean replied with a shrug. “Why?” Sam questioned so you pointed towards the syringe in Dean’s hand “Well the plan was to see if we could find out” then looked glanced towards Dean “Want me to lock the door?” he nodded so you walked over flicking the lock to the side.

“Woah are you trying to jump start him or kill him?” Sam questioned when he saw the size of the shot. “I want answers! He walked out on Kevin. He walked out on us. So if you got a better idea” Dean explained so you looked between them “Whatever you two are doing, do it before a nurse tries coming in” Sam looked at you then back to Garth before drawing back and slapping him across the face. Garth shot straight up screaming so you moved to his side quickly in an attempt to quiet him “Garth! Chill, it’s us!” he gasped a few more times looking around before his eyes focused “Y/N?..Sam?..Dean?” “Welcome back man” you greeted with a small smile.

“Is this a hospital? Am I in heaven?” he was still a little panicky so you grabbed his shoulder “Breathe Garth. You’re in Wisconsin” “You were hit by a car” Sam added before Dean asked if he remembered anything. “Vaguely” he answered, then realized he was cuffed “What’s with the hardware?” Dean scoffed “You tell us and while you’re at it, why don’t you give us the lowdown on why you went awol for the past six months?” Sam went about getting the cuffs off Garth while Dean questioned him.

Garth looked at you so you explained “We found you because you offed a cow” “Offed a what? I..I was on a hunt” He stammered so you nodded trying to encourage more information out of him “For what Garth?” before he could answer you saw when he turned green around the gills “Oh no. get back” you quickly moved to the side to allow him a straight shot to the bathroom.

“Good thing I didn’t give him the adrenaline” Dean admitted

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Dean sat on the side of the bed so you sat next to him and Sam sat across from both of you in a chair while the three of you sat in silence filled only by the sound of Garth vomiting. You hated this, the tension between them. “Anything on Gadreel?” Dean asked. You glanced up at Sam as he replied “Actually uh yeah. Turns out he left some grace in me before he bolted” you bit your lip with a shake of your head when Dean said “You know how wrong that sounds right?”

Sam shook his head and explained “Wouldn’t worry about it. Cas took care of it” Dean scoffed so you and Sam both looked his way “What?” Sam questioned and Dean shrugged “I’m gone for two weeks and you’re like an episode of teen mom” Garth had another bad wave hit him and you grimaced slightly at the sound. “Just breathe Garth!” you called out and Dean added “Work it out!”

You glanced back towards Sam and saw when he noticed the mark on Dean’s arm. “What happened to your arm?” Dean turned to look at you so you tilted your head as a way to say you weren’t going into that explanation so he pulled up the sleeve far enough that Sam could see the entire mark “It’s a gift from Cain” “Like the wrestler?” Sam questioned and you huffed out a breath “I wish” Dean caught your look before saying “No the uh the old testament dude. He got all biblical on me and gave me his mark”

You could hear the toilet flushing again but by then Sam was questioning “What does that even mean? How did that happen?” “Crowley fucked Dean over yet again” you blurted out and shrugged when they both looked at you “Well Dean, I love you but it’s the truth. He put you in that position to get the mark to use you as a blunt weapon against Abaddon”

“You two worked a job with Crowley?” Sam asked and Dean replied “The devil you know” you realized no sound had come out of the bathroom in a while so you nudged Dean’s side before calling Garth’s name.

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Garth had in fact went out the bathroom window. It wasn’t until all of you found his discarded hospital gown that the thought occurred to all of you that no one had tested Garth. Dean noticed security cameras so he offered to check the feed and suggested you go with Sam to speak to farmer Brown who’s cow had been killed. “I’ll call you if we find out anything” you told him after he’d left a quick kiss on your lips. “I will too”

You watched Dean walk back into the hospital then followed Sam across to the car he was driving. “So did I hear you tell Dean you loved him?” you nodded as you slid into the passenger seat. Sam pulled out onto the road before asking “How did that happen?” you let a humorless laugh slip “Oh the father of murder actually told us we were in love with each other” “What?” he asked and you ran a hand across your face “Just drive, I’ll explain”

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Farmer Brown had lost multiple chickens the week before the cow. All of them killed in the same manner, the organs ripped out. You thanked him for the help then nodded to Sam when he chunked you the keys and said he’d call Dean while you drove.

“Back to the hospital?” you asked and he nodded. By the time you were pulling into the parking lot Sam had Dean on speaker as he explained that the cow had been eviscerated. “Why was Garth there?” Dean asked so you spoke up “Hunting what did it?” “Why would he run?” Sam asked and Dean scoffed “I don’t know. I didn’t get anything so you wanna just drop Y/N off back at me because I know asking her to head back to the bunker with you isn’t going to do any good at this point”

You walked around the corner of an ambulance about the same time Dean did and grabbed the phone out of his hand then slid it into your back pocket while Sam grabbed the photo out of his hand. “Really?” you asked glancing at the photos in Sam’s hands. “That’s a make, model and license plate honey” Dean shrugged “Me and Sam can’t hunt together. It’s for his own good. I’d ask you to go too especially now but I know that’s a lost cause” you shook your head but remained silent as Sam said “I hear you and as soon as we get to the bottom of this I’m gone but until then, no more games”

“Well whose car did he get into?” You asked, meeting Dean’s eyes. “Belongs to a girl named Bess Meyers, she lives in the next town over” You nodded “Sam I’m riding with Dean to make sure there’s no more games. Dean let’s go” Luckily neither of them chose to argue with you. Dean simply reached out for your hand so you begrudgingly let him take it, a little put off by him trying to lie to Sam and still wanting you to leave him despite the conversation after what happened at Cain’s.

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Dean parked right outside the address so you climbed out of baby and looked back where Sam was climbing out of his car “Got a silver clip?” he nodded so you pulled your gun from your lower back and glanced over at Dean “You two in first?”

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The boys kicked the door in so you followed close behind them and heard Garth holler “WOAH WOAH. I can explain” you walked in and saw Garth with both hands up but the boys hadn’t lowered their guns so you kept yours up as well. “This is just a simple misunderstanding” Garth tried. “Who were you talking to?” Dean asked, stalking towards Garth. It felt wrong to be treating a friend like an enemy but when everything was pointing that direction. “What?” Garth asked so you added “Were you talking to the girl?” “What girl?” Dean picked up a bra off the table in front of him and held it up. “What the..” Garth tried to act confused but Dean shook his head and motioned for you and Sam to spread out.

“Guys..Y/N..everyone needs to take a chill pill and put their guns down” you checked one room while Dean and Sam checked others but kept glancing over your shoulder to not lose track of either of them. “Clear” you called out, stepping back into the main room with Garth who smiled “See? Let’s all be grown ups and have an adult conversation”

The closet door near Sam burst open and a blonde werewolf popped out and made a grab for Sam. You dropped your gun then grabbed the silver blade from your side on instinct and sliced her forearm then spun it around for a killing blow but Garth slid between the two of you “Y/N! Please don’t hurt her” you could feel Sam and Dean both at your back with their guns drawn.

“She’s a werewolf Garth” Dean reasoned causing her to growl at him which made you consider throwing the knife until Garth said “So am I”

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You stood between Sam and Dean watching while Garth bandaged the wound on Bess’ arm. “What are they doing here Garth?” She asked as if the three of you couldn’t hear her. “They’re friends I promise” “They’re hunters” She stated, both of them looking up at the three of you. You crossed your arms defensively as Garth said “All right. We’ve all gotten off on the wrong foot here. So let’s do things right. Boys, Y/N.. this is Bess...My beloved” you looked from Sam to Dean then turned your attention back to Garth who pointed at Dean first “That’s Dean. Now, he could start a fight in an empty house but deep down inside he’s just a big ol teddy bear” you let out an amused sound which caused Dean to shoot you a look.

You shrugged with a wink before Garth pointed towards you “That’s Y/N. She’s protective over those she cares about. She puts on a tough front but she’s a doll deep down and you couldn’t find a better friend” you smiled at his words then he pointed to Sam “And Sam here can be a bit insecure at times but for good reason..bless his heart”

“That all’s real sweet but can we circle around to the werewolf?” Dean asked so Garth nodded “All right guys look, months ago I was outside Portland, Maine hunting this big bad wolf. I took him down but he bit me in the process” “And you couldn’t call one of us?” Dean questioned to which Garth replied “And tell you what? That I messed up?..No I knew the deal. There’s no cure so I accepted my fate. Ate my favorite dish of egg fu yung, watched the world’s greatest movie rocky three, and then was ready to eat a bullet when Bess here found me” You could tell whatever had happened that her feelings for Garth seemed to be genuine.

“And how’d she do that?” you asked and Bess answered “Smelled him, how else?” “Yeah, she talked the gun out of my mouth and as they say the rest is history. We’ve been married four months now” “You’re married?” Sam asked and Dean added “To a werewolf?”

Bess looked up “Yes and my pack has taken him in as one of our own” you were at a loss and neither Sam or Dean was in better shape, “It’s not what you think”Garth quickly added before continuing “We don’t hurt people” “No you just go all wolverine on cattle” Dean offered and you bumped his hand with your own trying to get him to dial it back just slightly. He had reason to be skeptical but your view was to try to talk first at least.

Turns out Bess was in fact a born werewolf. She wasn’t bitten. “Can the three of us talk to you for a second? Alone?” Dean asked at that discovery. Garth suggested Bess go find some ointment for her arm and as soon as she was out of the room Dean questioned “What the hell”

Gath looked at you befores saying “Look I know you boys normally shoot first, ask questions later but I checked everything out. This pack is clean. Everything’s kosher” “Minus the part where your wife attacked Sam then growled at Dean” You threw out and Garth shrugged “You three came busting in here like a house on fire! Guns waving, their jawlines, yours and Sam’s hair. It’s all very intimidating. What’d you expect?”

He looked back at Dean “No one wants any trouble. You got my word on that” Dean shook his head “Oh no, that ship has sailed. We’re gonna need a hell of a lot more than your word” Garth nodded “Ok, tell you what? You want proof? Come pray with us” Dean looked at Sam then at you so Garth added “Bring Y/N too. I’m sensing you two aren’t quite just friends any more?”

You knew Dean would try to say no because the idea of you in a wolf pack would freak him out so you shrugged “Why not?”

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Sam headed to the sheriff’s station while you and Dean headed to the address Garth had given you. Dean reached out to touch your back as the two of you walked up the steps. You glanced over at him and gave him a small smile “Breathe baby. We’ll be ok” he nodded but didn’t look very convinced.

You stopped when you heard singing and cut your eyes at him. He smirked “What? A pack doesn’t bother you but singing does?” you smiled “Not exactly the music I’m used to hearing”

You stood next to Dean while he knocked. An older woman answered the door and smiled “You must be Dean and Y/N. I’m Joy, Garth’s mother in law..uh step mother in law which I always thought sounded so silly” She opened the screen door then motioned the two of you inside “Please, come in. We’re just finishing up” You started to cross the threshold but Dean stopped you with a hand on your arm “Why don’t you just tell Garth we’re here?”

Joy looked between the two of you then smiled “Dean you have my word that you and Y/N are safe under my room. I only ask the same in return. After all I’m not the ones carrying a good amount of silver” you cut your eyes at Dean who slid his arm around your waist so you could both step inside together.

You stood to the side next to Dean watching the group of werewolves singing hymns in the living room of the house. There were people of every age and even some kids. Bess met your eyes and smiled as she sang. You didn’t want to appear glued to Dean’s side but it was a little surreal at the least.

The pastor you were guessing dismissed the group so you and Dean moved for everyone to walk out past you as Garth stood from where he’d been playing piano and walked over “Hi you two. What’d I tell you? It’s all good right?” you glanced around the group still dispersing as Dean asked “Everyone’s a wolf?” “Yeah” Garth replied and Dean scoffed “Yeah, not all good”

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Garth smiled “Come on Dean. You’ve just got to meet them. Y/N a little help?” you reached out for Dean’s hand moving to leave both of your gun hands free. You leaned closer to giver yourself the illusion of privacy despite knowing everyone in the room had enhanced hearing “Breathe baby” his fingers tightened slightly in yours but he nodded “Ok Garth. Introduce us”

He introduced the two of you to Bess’ cousins on Joy’s side Russ and Joba. They both nodded with a smile. Then he nodded towards the pastor “That’s reverend Jim, Bess’ dad. Leader of the pack and a good man” Jim walked over when he saw the two of you “Dean and Y/N isn’t it?”

You smiled and nodded “Welcome” he greeted extending a hand to Dean “Jim Meyers people usually call me reverend Jim” you shook Dean’s hand you were holding so he quickly shook Jim’s hand with his free one then dropped it just as quickly “Got it”

Anyone could see the tension in Dean even if you hadn’t been in a room full of people who could damn near smell it. “I understand your apprehension Dean. Hunters and our kind don’t have the best history” “But I think you’ll find we’re not much different from you” Joy added and Dean shook his head “Oh sister I highly doubt it” You shook your head trying to maintain a more friendlier decorum to offset Dean’s. Jim looked towards you then said “Why don’t we break bread and see?” “Why would we do that?” Dean asked so you spoke up “Because Garth is our friend and we were invited” Dean turned to stare at you for a moment and when you didn’t flinch away he rolled his eyes “Fine”

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You sat across from Dean glancing at the steak that had been sat in front of you. It was done to your liking but what had your attention was the raw hearts on everyone else’s plate besides yours and Deans. “Everyone eat up but save room for pie” Joy said with a smile so reverend Jim added “Sister Joy’s pies are famous throughout the badger state” Garth smiled “Dean loves pie” and you had to cough into your hand to not laugh at how betrayed Dean looked. You were just as unnerved as he was but really didn’t want to shoot any of Garth’s in laws without reason anyways. Everyone dug in but Dean looked at you then asked “Don’t you guys say some sort of a grace or something?” “We’re more spiritual than we are religious. We believe much like the american indians did, that nature and man are one” Dean nodded “Yeah, that really worked out well for them”

You squeezed his knee under the table before cutting a small piece off the steak. You seriously doubted there was anything wrong with it considering Garth had cooked it. You saw Dean glance at Bess’ cousin and realized he was looking at the necklace around his neck, a silver bullet. “So why are a bunch of werewolves wearing silver bullets around their necks?” he asked and you grimaced just a bit. You loved him, you really did but at times he was extremely blunt.

Garth coughed “We don’t use the W word. We prefer the term lycanthrope” “Excuse the slip” you offered glancing at Bess who smiled and pointed to her necklace “Many of our kind see themselves as indestructible. This is a constant reminder of how precious our lives truly are” “It doesn’t burn?” you asked and Garth explained “It does a bit but that’s kind of the point. It reminds us of our fragility” Reverend Jim spoke next “My daughter Bess was born a lycanthrope. It was one of the proudest days of my life which soon turned tragic when a hunter killed my wife” you felt Dean tense at your side and reach for your leg when Jim continued “Believe me when I tell you I wanted to make someone pay then I looked at Bess and realized the road to revenge is a dark and lonely one which you never get off. And that hole in the pit of your stomach? You never fill it, ever” Dean’s grip tightened on your leg just slightly before he said “Yeah, no I get it”

Jim looked between the two of you “So I chose to look forward not backwards and the minute I did the powers that be brought this beautiful, compassionate, amazing woman into my life and she helped me raise a little baby girl as if Bess was her own” Bess smiled “I can’t take all the credit Daddy had a hand in it too” “Daddy?” you asked and she smiled again “My father, bless his soul was the previous reverend of our church. The third generation in our family to serve” “So you’re fourth generation lycan?” you asked feeling Dean’s grip move from your leg to your hip and knew your knife was also close to his hand.

“Yes” Joy answered proudly.

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You were standing with Garth and Bess when Dean kissed your cheek “I’ll be right back” you shot him a questioning look and he added “Just stay with Garth and Bess, please”

You let a few minutes pass but felt like something was off so you followed Dean into the kitchen and saw Russ and Joba standing in front of Dean. You cleared your throat and all three looked at you “Dean, Garth wanted to talk” Joba turned to look at you and god you’d seen that look so many times. Not only from a supernatural being but from plain men as well. You were a woman, shorter than them and no where on the same strength. You were supposed to cower but you didn’t blink “Unless there’s an issue?” “No ma’am” Russ replied before the two of them walked out and you in fact heard Garth walk in behind you “Everything good?”

“No Garth, it’s not.I know you drank the kool aid but this..all of this there’s no way it’s what it seems”Dean replied pulling you closer to him. “Look, I know this all looks nuts but I found it. Love and a family. Who cares where that comes from?” “I do” Dean answered and you knew his tension had only risen when Joba had confronted you. The urge to protect you making the distrust he’d already felt worsen even more.

“I get it. When I first got here I couldn’t let go either, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but when it didn’t I had to accept the truth” Dean scoffed “Well I got another truth for ya. We were all in the dark when you went awol. I didn’t know whether you were dead or worse. You should’ve reached out. Even if not to me and Sam, Y/N would’ve picked up” “Was I supposed to tell her I’m a werewolf? I was embarrassed. I thought it was best for everyone that I stay away but that didn’t mean I didn’t think about and miss both of you, Sam and Kevin” you felt a twinge of pain at Kevin’s name and one look at Dean’s face made that pain worse to see the guilt in his eyes.

Garth’s face fell when he saw the look you and Dean passed so you slowly met his eyes “Kevin’s gone” “What?” he asked and Dean replied “Gone for good” “What happened?” Garth pushed. It hurt your heart when Dean’s hand moved from holding yours to just rest at your hip “When he needed me I wasn’t there. That’s what” you shook your head and made a mental note to try to talk to him about it all again later when you weren’t neck deep in werewolves. He hadn’t let Kevin down anymore than you had. Hell Gadreel wasn’t even truly to blame, it was all Metatron.

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The two of you decided to meet up with Sam to discuss what had been found out on both ends.

“So they gave you two lunch, offered pie..Why are we still here?” Sam asked. “Yeah, you’re right. Garth’s good if you want to hit the road you can” Dean offered and you glanced back at him as Sam said “This isn’t the first set of friendly monsters we’ve met” you didn’t want to start an argument either way but Russ and Joba had given you a bad feeling. Before you could say anything though Sam’s phone started ringing. “Agent Perry” he answered then after a beat said “Sheriff how can I help you?” you and Dean shared a look then Sam made a come on motion “Really? Ok”

You slid into baby’s backseat leaving the passenger seat for Sam while he repeated the directions the sheriff had given him. Supposedly there’d been another animal mutilation.

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Dean slowly pulled the car to a stop when he saw the sheriff standing at the side of the road “Y/N you good?” you smiled at him in the mirror “aces” he nodded then climbed out the car waiting until you and Sam were on either side of him before walking towards the sheriff.

The sheriff greeted Sam “Well you wanted weird agent. You tell me what tore up that deer, nothing that runs in these parts” You glanced over at the boys as the three of you walked past the sheriff to examine the deer. Dean crouched down next to it and touched the side of the corpse “This is fresh blood” “So whatever did it is close” you added at a whisper. “It’s still warm Y/N” Dean confirmed and you looked between him and Sam “Then that means it died after we got the call..”

The three of you spun around to face the sheriff but he already had his gun drawn “Couldn’t just accept that all was good and move on could you? You have no idea what you’ve walked into, do you?” You felt Dean’s hand slid under your shirt where a silver blade was as the sheriff’s teeth and eyes changed “Doesn’t matter you won’t be walking out” he taunted. You stepped far enough to the side that Dean could throw the knife and it landed directly in the sheriff’s heart.

“Well that was anticlimactic” you drawled as Dean pulled your knife free then wiped it on the sheriff’s shirt and held it hilt first out to you. “Thanks,” you replied, putting it back in place. Sam leaned over the body “Hey, look at this” he snatched a necklace off and you saw it was a silver bullet just like Garth and his pack was wearing.”Dean, that’s the favorite accessory of the good reverend” “And his flock” he added with a scowl.

Sam looked back down at the bullet and you stepped closer to see there was a word on the side right before he read “Ragnarok?” “Yeah, that’s uh Thor, Loki, Odin stuff right?” Dean questioned and you nodded “Norse mythology, end of days” “But why’s it etched into a bullet?” Sam added but Dean shrugged “Who cares? We got all the answers we need” “I don’t know Dean. I think we need more” Sam disagreed and you weren’t sure who you agreed with.

Dean motioned to the sheriff’s body “Sheriff Andy Taylor wasn’t good enough?” “Enough to kill Garth?” you asked and Sam nodded “She’s right. We need to do this right” Dean sighed “Ok. You two clean this up, grab Garth and lock him up until we figure out what’s what. I’m gonna go check out that church” “I’ll go with you” you offered but he shook his head “Sweetheart please just this once go with Sam. I’ll be fine but I need you in the less amount of danger” you wanted to argue, insist you were going with him but he sounded so damn defeated “Ok. This once” you sighed and he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your lips “I love you” then looked past you to Sam “Watch her back Sammy” “Always” Sam replied with a nod.

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Sam didn’t really say anything besides run of the mill talk while the two of you cleaned up from the sheriff. It wasn’t until he was parking outside of Garth’s place that he glanced at you “I see what you mean about the protective thing” you nodded slowly “I don’t know what that mark’s going to do to him Sam and it scares me” he patted your arm comfortingly and offered a smile “We’ll handle it”

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You followed Sam through the empty hallway but stopped his arm right before he touched Garth’s door. He shot you a questioning look so you mouthed “It’s open” he nodded and pulled his gun so you did the same.

“Garth?” you called out as the two of you stepped into the living room. The place was trashed, looked like you’d missed a fight. You moved together checking each room and you shook your head when the last room proved empty and just as trashed “Call Dean” he was already pulling out his phone as the two of you slipped your guns back into place.

You could hear Dean ask “You two find the lovebirds?” Sam shook his head “No Garth, No Bess and the place is a wreck” “What? They were taken? Well that fans-friggin-tastic” “Tell us you got something?” you asked stepping closer to the phone so he could hear you. “Well this ragnarok, end of days crap. Star of the story is a wolf named Fenris who kills the god Odin before the world ends” “And that helps us how?” Sam asked so you shrugged. “There are cults that consider Fenris a wolf deity and worship him. They call themselves the maw of Fenris”

“A Cult of werewolves?” you questioned and Sam added “What do they want?” “Well Ragnarok is not just a bible story to these nutjobs. It’s an action plan..human extinction total and complete werewolf domination” you swallowed hard then asked “So this is the ground zero for their movement?” “Freakin Wisconsin..well time for Reverend Jim to go down” Sam nodded then said “Yeah, need any help?” “No I got it. You two just find Garth” “All right” Sam hung up then looked back at you before the two of you headed back out of Garth’s apartment.

You stepped into the hall and you saw Joba a second before feeling a hard hit on the back of your head then the world went black.

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You groaned as you slowly started to wake up. God your head felt like you’d had a block dropped onto it. “They’re awake” Joba announced so you lifted your head slowly rolling it over to look at Sam who was tied to the same tractor as you then you spotted Garth and Bess across the barn.

Joy walked across the barn towards the two of you with a gun in her hand and a smile on her face “Well don’t you two look good enough to eat?” You glared at her while Sam asked “Why are you doing this? I mean us I can understand” you nodded towards Garth and Bess before adding “They’re your family, your pack” She smiled and nodded to Russ and Joba who walked out the barn.

She began to load the gun in her hand as she spoke “Last winter, my little brother Charlie was killed by a hunter” you counted the bullets she was loading. They were silver and there was one for you, Sam, Garth and Bess. “My husband counseled patience,restraint just as when he took over our beloved church. He preached a new direction lycanthropes and man would co-exist. Peace was more important than dominance” Keep talking was the only thought in your mind. You and Sam were both working to free your hands and you had no doubt Dean would come just if he got here before this bitch shot any of you.

“I tried so hard to make his way work..to be a preacher’s wife but then Charlie was murdered. And I couldn’t help remembering my daddy’s sermons and by golly turns out he was right. As long as there is a man there can be no peace because man destroys” she turned back towards you and Sam so you stopped moving. She crouched down closer to Sam as she said “And I for one am sick of it” “Well honey normally I’d agree with you about the whole man destroys thing but I’m in a fairly new relationship that’s going good and these two fellas you’ve got tied up here has always been good friends to me so I think your panties are just in a wad” you grumbled turning her attention towards you and off Sam and Garth.

She let out a harsh laugh “You are something Y/N” “So I’ve been told” you replied with a smile. “Yeah Y/N, why co-exist when you can rule?” Sam scoffed turning his head to look at you as if the two of you were having a private conversation. “Bingo” Joy confirmed with a smile then shrugged “But my husband doesn’t see it that way. See he was bitten, not born into it like I was. He still holds onto his humanity..which is why I am so pleased it will be his claws that start Ragnarok not mine”

You knew the confusion was clear on yours and Sam’s faces so she clarified “The three of you coming here was a blessing from Fenris above. You two cornered Garth here” she pointed across the barn towards Garth “And then when Bess came running in to see what the fuss was about you killed her” “No!” Garth screamed and you doubled your efforts on your restraints. Bess was innocent werewolf or not you weren’t about to watch her be killed. You saw Sam trying to get free as well. Joy ignored Garth and stood over Bess “Silver to the heart”

You heard a growling and your eyes widened to see Garth transforming. “You’re gonna frame the murders on us” Sam questioned and Joy shrugged again “My husband turned his cheek once. I don’t think he can do it again” She walked towards Bess and Garth screamed “STAY AWAY FROM HER” “Killing you gives me no joy but Ragnarok is bigger than all of us” “You’re sick” you spoke at the same time Bess said it.

Joy stood back to aim at Bess but Sam managed to kick the gun out of her hand and Joy turned towards the two of you “You’re dying for me to get my claws dirty aren’t you” then she looked your way “I’ll rip her apart in front of you” You saw movement out the corner of the barn and let out a breath when you saw it was Dean, gun in hand. Before you could let out a warning Joba dove from the upper part of the barn down onto Dean. “DEAN!”

They struggled and you felt your heart stop until Dean stood up shoving Joba’s body to the side. He was ok. “Wearing Russ’ coat to hide your scent, smart” Joy admitted and Dean leveled her with a glare “Oh, I’m full of surprises” “As am I” Joy smiled and they both dove for their dropped guns.

You flinched when the shots fired and you saw Joy’s body hit the ground. “Dean!” you screamed because you couldn’t see him. You were struggling against your restraints feeling them dig into your arms but not caring until he ran over to your side “I’m ok. I’m ok” he untied you first and you practically dove into his arms burying your face in his neck. The two of you only spared yourselves a second to check on each other before you moved to unchain Bess and he went about freeing Sam and Garth.

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The next morning you stood back watching Sam and Garth hug with a small smile. Dean was leaned against the doorway so you were leaning against him. In the last few hours he hadn't left your side. Sam turned after hugging Garth then nodded to the two of you before walking out.

Garth walked over towards you and Dean so Dean looked towards Reverend Jim “How’s he doing?” “He’s taking it pretty hard. Feels like he should have seen the signs earlier” You tilted your head slightly because well yeah maybe? Dean scoffed “Yeah well maybe you were right. He seems like a good man..considering” Garth nodded then said “Yeah and you were right. Everything around here wasn’t copacetic. I screwed up again. First Kevin, now this”

Dean shook his head “Hey, Kevin? That’s on me” you cut your eyes at him then said “You’re not the only one who failed to protect Kevin or are you forgetting I was there too?” Garth looked between the two of you then offered “Guess there’s enough blame to go around” Dean nodded then touched your arm before turning towards the door.

Garth stopped the two of you before you could make it outside “Yeah?” “I know this might sound a little crazy but maybe I could come back and hunt? I mean with my werewolf mojo we’d have an advantage” “Yeah, look Garth..” Dean started but Garth cut him off “I want to make this right. I never should’ve left you guys, especially Kevin. Kevin was my friend. Friends don’t do that”

Dean looked at you then brushed his fingertips against your arm before saying “Garth you said it,who cares where happiness comes from? Look we’re all a little weird, we’re all a little wacky..some more than others but if it works, it works” Garth smiled at that so you added “You’ve got something here Garth, even if they’re werewolves, lycanthropes whatever don’t let that go”

Dean looked at you before he said “Or you’d never forgive yourself” then looked back to Garth “Beside somebody has to live to tell this damn story someday and who better than you” “Now shut up and hug us before Dean changes his mind” you teased. Garth hugged both of you tight then stood back and looked between you “You two are good together, you really are” “Thanks Garth” you smiled then raised your voice a little to say “Bye Bess. You have my number if you need it” she smiled and waved.

You patted Garth on the shoulder before following Dean out of the door.

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Dean pulled up to drop Sam off back at his car. Sam glanced back at you before telling Dean “I’ll send that postcard” and climbed out.

“Dean” you spoke softly and that was all it took. He climbed out the driver’s door so you followed close behind. You watched them talk for a moment before walking over to them. They both turned to look at you so you raised your hand “Can I talk?” Dean motioned to say go ahead so you took a breath “You’re both stubborn assholes. Dean don’t look at me like that, it's true. This life we live is shitty at best but when the two of you are on the same page it’s a little less shitty. I’m in love with Dean and Sam, I love you because you’re my best friend. I can’t do this any longer. I can’t keep being the go between. If you two can’t work this out I’ll take myself out of the equation for a while. I could stay with Garth and Bess or bounce between Bobby’s cabins again. I don’t mean to lay down ultimatums but I guess I just did”

Once your piece was spoken you walked back over and climbed back into baby’s backseat watching them. They each nodded and passed a few more words before they walked over to the impala. You knew them both well enough to see their little tells that whatever was said once you were out of ear shot caused some tension but at least they were both willing to be in the same car. You looked at Dean in the mirror silently questioning if he was ok. He gave a sharp nod so you leaned back against the seat. If you could get both of them back in one place maybe things would start to move back towards whatever the three of you could call normal? You knew what was broken between the two of them couldn’t be fixed overnight but you refused to let them give up on themselves or each other. There was too much going on with the angels and Abaddon for the three of you to not be together on it.

Tags: @facadeformyrealblog @akshi8278

#spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x female!reader #always be yours

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skyemak · 4 years ago

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Cater Gets a New Do

Cater stood under one of the various trees of the courtyard. His hands were deep in his pockets as he swayed heel to toe. As a cool breeze brushed his skin, the leaves above him rustled slightly. Again, Cater glanced around the courtyard, and looked behind the tree. With a sigh, he pulled out his phone from his pocket, both to check the time and to check for any Magicam notifications. Recently there hasn’t been much going on at Night Raven College nor at his dorm. It was about two days since his last post, which was unlike him. However, he felt a sort of creative block recently, and no matter how many selfies or pics he took, he didn’t feel they were up-to-par to post to Magicam.

“Oh, Cater-senpai, what’re you doing here?”

Cater glanced up from his phone, a relaxed smile appeared on his face when he saw his familiar underclassman. “Hiya Ace-chan!” He raised his hand by his face, making a peace sign. “Yuu asked me to meet her here after school—said she wanted to ask me something. I wonder what it is~”

“Heh, I think that’s obvious.” A smug smile grew on Ace’s face.

“Hm?” Cater dropped his hand to rest on his side. “What’re you thinking, Ace-chan?”

“Nothing~ Just get ready for a new confess tag to post on Magicam,” Ace chuckled to himself, strolling away.

Cater blinked and looked down at his phone screen before quickly shutting off the screen. He grabbed a piece of his hair with his thumb and finger as he stored his phone back into his pocket. “Heh, as if.” But his mind began to wonder.

This school is surrounded by boys, so it’d be no surprise if Yuu-chan got a crush on someone.

She hangs out with the Adeuce combo a lot, so I’d first guess she’d like one of them.

Ah, but they’re not the brightest crayons in the crayon box.

As a human, Yuu-chan would probably prefer another human so they’d be more compatible. At NRC, that would leave Heartslyabyul, Pomefiore, and Scarabia.

Pomefiore is kinda intense in their own way.

I heard a lot happen as Scarabia…

Well, a lot happened since Riddle’s overblot too…

Now that I think about it, Yuu-chan always smiles in the morning when she sees me. It probably isn’t much though since I’m always acting peppy anyway.

Cater used his index finger to lightly twirl his hair in thought.

…But if she did confess… What would I say?

His ears tinted pink as he glanced down. The beat of his heart quickened slightly.

Well, I admit Yuu-chan is a little cute.

Another breeze flew by, rustling the leaves of the tree he stood by. Cater glanced up the wood. Soon the season will be changing, which will probably give Cater better potential selfies for his Magicam account.

“Senpai!” a voice yelled in the distance. Cater immediately turned his head toward its source and saw Yuu running toward him. “I’m sorry for making you wait!” she exclaimed. Yuu approached, stopping a few feet in front of him, out of breath. She slouched over with her hands on her thighs, trying to catch her breath. “Trein-sensei made me stay late since I did so bad on his last test…” she whined. Cater chuckled, “Heheh, Trein-sensei can be quite strict. I know all too well.”

After a few moments to balance her breathing, Yuu heaved a sigh and stood straight up. She looked directly toward Cater with a determined look in her eyes. “Anyway, senpai!” Cater flinched. Abruptly, he felt his chest tighten. He glanced away from her. “Y-Yeah?”

Yuu grabbed Cater’s hand and held it gently in both of hers. “Senpai, I need you!” she exclaimed.

“Huh?!” Cater erupted. “M-Me?” He couldn’t help but notice how soft her hands felt against his.

Is…Is she really gonna confess?!

Okay, she is more than a little cute now that I see her more closely.

We could also post couple-y photos on Magicam.

I can see the comments now. “OMG so cute!” “I’m so jelly I wanna boyfriend/girlfriend~” “You two look so cute together!”

Wait, I need to consider her feelings too!

Ah, but she would probably expect me to wanna take selfies together.

Wait again, what about when she goes back to her world?!

“Senpai?” Yuu asked innocently, still holding his hand. He snapped back to reality.

“Ahhhh! Fine! Okay! I’ll do it!”

“Yay! Uh, Senpai, why is your face red? Are you feeling okay?”

Cater covered his face with one hand, looking toward the ground. The sound of his heartbeat rang through his ears. “I-I’m fine…” he muttered.

“Great!” Yuu smiled. “Can we do it at your room then?”

“…Huh?”

“I think I could also use two of your clones for it.”

“What?!”

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Yuu opened a tote bag swung over her shoulder and began to set out various hairbrushes, a curling iron, flat iron, and other hair products on Cater’s dresser. Cater stood by, watching her bring the products out. He timidly put his hands together and covered his nose and mouth with them.

She… She just wants to practice different hair styles on me…

“Cater-senpai, would you sit here?” Yuu beckoned. Cater twitched a bit in surprise. He looked over and saw her gesture toward a chair, holding a salon cape. “Y-Yeah.” He stepped forward, plopping down on the chair.

“By the way, Yuu-chan.”

“Hm?” she asked, pulling the cape around him to clip.

“Why me…exactly?”

“Well,” she began, taking the clip out from Cater’s hair. “You have nice length hair and it’s easier to try different styles with your hair. Plus, your unique magic makes it so I can practice multiple hairstyles at once! Oh, I don’t need them yet though.”

“Is that so…” he trailed off. Yuu gently ran her fingertips through Cater’s hair. Each time the brushed his hair with her fingers, it felt soothing to say the least. She stepped toward the dresser to grab a brush. Without realizing, Cater let his lids fall as she brushed through his orange strands of hair. Her movements were so gentle and tender, any tension he felt in his body just oozed away.

“I’ll just start with something simple,” Yuu said, setting down the brush and grabbing a fine-toothed comb.

“Okay,” Cater briefly replied.

She used the end of the comb to separate the top section of his hair to carefully tie into a rubber band. Once in, she tugged a bit at the hair in the rubber band at the top of his scalp to add some volume. When satisfied, Yuu again used the end of the comb to section out a piece of his hair at the side of his head.

“Yuu-chan,” Cater spoke up as she began to braid the section of hair. His eyelids still shut.

“Oh, does something hurt or feel uncomfortable?”

“No,” he quicky said, “I was just wondering why you’re practicing hairstyles on me.”

“Yeah, hold on, lemme finish this braid first, Senpai... There, that looks good,” Yuu said, tying the braid into another rubber band. “Well, there’s a couple of hairstyles I wanna try for myself but I wanted to practice them. But there’s a few I wanted to try but hmmm… How should I put it?” She took her comb to section out another piece of hair at the other side of his head. She took that piece and combed it to looked less disorderly. “It’s hard to figure out how to do hairstyles that have the focal points on the back, or that are consistent throughout. I don’t have anyone to kinda help me with that, but I thought if I could try it on your hair, I can get a good idea how to do it for myself, I guess? Plus, I can practice more than one at a time because of your unique magic! So, it’s hitting two birds with one stone, you could say.”

Yuu took the new section of hair and braided it as well. “Ohh,” Cater said.

“Whatever is done to your clones doesn’t reflect your appearance when they disappear, right?” She rubber banded the section of hair.

“No, not really.”

“Good…” Yuu smiled to herself, combining the two braids to the first piece of hair she rubber banded earlier. “Ah, this one is looking cute.” She grabbed a pink ribbon to tie a bow around the three pieces of hair. “I thought it was gonna be easy.”

“What’s it look like?” Cater asked.

“I’ll take a pic,” Yuu said, taking out her cellphone Crowley had given to her not too long ago. She snapped a quick note before facing the screen toward him. “See?”

“Oh, that’s a cute look! It’d probably would look really cute on you, Yuu-chan!”

There was a brief pause. Cater felt his cheeks redden. He just said what popped into his head without realizing it. The man was grateful Yuu couldn’t see his face. Yuu pulled her phone away from view, and quietly replied, “You think so…?”

There was another short pause before Cater spoke up, “So, you said you needed two clones to practice?”

“Uh, yeah,” Yuu answered abruptly. It involves using a curling iron, so I wanted a backup for when I mess up.”

“Okay, Split Card!”

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“Hey, Yuu-chan,” said Cater copy #1, “you did good makin’ these wavy curls.” He shook his head joyfully, singing out the curled waves in his hair. “They’re so bouncy!”

“Oh yeah,” said Cater copy #2, “I have this nice braid crown going over my head.” He gestured toward the top of his head. As he said, a braid wrapped around his head, and a few strands of hair dangled from the crown. “Truly I am King Cater!”

“Which one is Yuu-chan working on now? Number 4?” Cater copy #3 said, rocking an orange mohawk.

“A-Are you sure you want me to shave it?” Yuu asked timidly to copy #4, hesitantly holding a pair of clippers.

“Yeah, sure, go ahead!” Cater copy #4 delightfully replied. “Doesn’t affect the original! Plus, it’ll make for fun selfies to put on Magicam.” The other copies shouted, “Yeah!” in unison.

“I don’t need my followers to think I changed my hairstyle 5 times in one day!” the original Cater spoke up.

Yuu had asked Cater to make two clones of himself originally, to have one as a backup, but found she only needed one try to figure out how to curl waves with a curling iron. Then she asked for another two to try the braid crown in case she needed a backup, and then it just snowballed from there.

“Cater, you want me to try shaving the side of your head?”

“Yeah!” Copy #4 said, “I always wondered about those asymmetrical cuts!”

Yuu glanced over at the original Cater. He just shook his hand as if to say, “Go ahead.” Like copy #4 said, it doesn’t affect the original.

“Okay, here I go…” Still unsure, Yuu turned on the clippers, causing a faint buzzing sound.

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Hard thumps could be made out in the Heartslabyul dorm hallway carpet. The dorm leader was gritting his teeth, his face red in anger. “What need would he have to make his clones and make such a racket?!”

“Calm down, Riddle,” Trey kept pace beside Riddle. Trey’s efforts were only brushed aside as Riddle trampled on, beelining to Cater’s room. As they neared, loud sounds of giggling and laughter echoed behind the door. Ready to cast his unique magic the second he opened the door; Riddle grabbed the doorknob with great vigor. The next second, Trey’s arm swooped in front of Riddle’s body.

“Riddle,” he said. His voice was gentle, but stern. “Let’s access what’s going on before doing anything drastic, okay?” Trey smiled reassuringly. Riddle took a deep breath in before heaving a heavy sigh. The red faded from his face. “Fine,” the dorm leader said, almost with a pout.

“Uh, Cater-senpai, er, senpais?” a female voice said behind the door.

“Don’t worry!” said Cater.

“We’re just having fun, Yuu-chan!” said what again, sounded like Cater.

“Yuu?!” Trey stated. His eyes opened wide in shock.

“That’s it!” Riddle forced the door open, stomping inside before yelling. “Cater!”

“Yuu, are you--?” Trey began but cut himself off.

“Oh, uh, hi,” Yuu awkwardly waved at the two. Not in any danger, but a bit tense, Yuu was sitting in the chair the previous Caters sat in before. Multiple Cater clones were pointing at her hair or held a piece of it in her hand.

“A fishtail braid would look great in her hair!” said the Cater with a braided crown.

“You know our sisters said we sucked at it growing up!” said the Cater with wavy curls.

“Well practice makes perfect right?!” said the braided crown Cater.

“I think a French braid is a classic. Plus, we were usually good at them growing up,” said Cater with a side-shave. His arms were crossed as he stared at Yuu’s hair in thought.

“Uh, Caters, maybe let’s not tug at Yuu-chan’s hair,” said the original Cater, his hair still with the braided back style.

“Don’t be so stingy,” braided crown Cater said.

“Yeah! I know you’d wanna do a fun hairdo with her too, since you could take a couple-like selfie with it!” said cater with the side-shave.

“Wha--? Why would I?!” the original Cater argued, but pink flushed his cheeks. He dared not look at Yuu’s face. What sort of expression she was making, he had no idea.

“’Cause we’re all thinking the same thing?” said Cater with the braided crown. “We haven’t posted anything on Magicam in a while anyway.”

“Uh, I kinda have some other homework I needed to get to tonight…” Yuu mumbled, looking as lost.

“I think we should try something new entirely!” slipped in Cater with a mohawk. In his hand were the clippers from before. With a smug look on his face, he turned them on. Yuu yelped.

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”

Riddle’s signature collars appeared on all the Caters’ necks. Then, all the clones poofed out of existence, leaving just the original Cater, still in the collar.

“Oh, hi there, uh, dorm leader…” Cater mumbled, trying to avoid any eye contact.

“What’s going on in here?” Trey asked.

“Hair styling practice?” Cater hesitantly answered.

Riddle sighed. He crossed his arms and stood with authoritatively. “Cater, you’re making too much noise. Also, it’s past the allowed time for visitors. I won’t punish you for breaking the rules this time but be aware. I won’t be as forgiving next time.”

“Y-Yeah, I’ll be sure not to let this happen again,” Cater said, bowing toward Riddle.

“Glad it wasn’t something major…” Trey remarked. His forearm leaned against the side of the doorway. “Alright, Riddle, let’s let them clean up.”

“Hmph.” Riddle turned on his heel and walked back into the hallway, Trey following closely behind.

“Uh, hey!” Cater said, running toward the door. “What about this collar?” A few seconds later, the collar vanished from his neck. He heaved a sigh and walked back into his dorm. Yuu was already packing up her supplies, and just about finished.

“Um,” Cater spoke up, gaining her attention. Yuu looked toward him, zipping her bag up and swinging the handle over her shoulder. He put his hand at the back of his head. For a few moments he stared at the floor, shifting his feet, before looking back toward the girl. “Sorry, I didn’t realize it’d get so…hectic.” He chuckled. Yuu looked toward her back, fiddling with the strap of it between her fingers. Cater took notice, lowering his hand from his head, staring at her expectantly. When Yuu finally spoke up, her eyes were still at her fingers. “We can…still take a selfie together…if you want.”

Cater jolted. “A selfie…?”

His chest tightened when she nodded timidly, a soft pink in her cheeks.

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Cater sat on the bench at the foot of his bed. His leg was bent with his foot on the bench, and his cheek squished as he rested his face on his knee. He looked idly down at his phone screen, swiping through his camera roll. He selected one of the selfies with Yuu recently, and chose to open it in an editing app. The default recommended filter was to add hearts around their faces.

He turned off the screen, setting his phone screen down on the bench. “I don’t really wanna post any of the selfies…” he mumbled. After a few moments, he vocalized a heavy sigh. Cater raised his other foot to the bench, then used his legs to launch himself backwards to fall into his bed.

“I liked the idea of a French braid on her…”

#twst imagines #twisted wonderland #twst #cater #cater diamond #this is for you marzi #writing #fanfic #fanfiction

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caitybug · 4 years ago

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Unsexy Saturday

Yo bois I’m back with another shitty Saturday story. (Whether you want it or not lol).

Sexy Saturday- post something sexy or unsexy!

I’m tagging @adamarks @amywaterwings @ninemagicks @motherscarf @palimpsessed @krisrix @bazzybelle @foolofabookwyrm @arca9 @twokisses @xivz @theflyingpeach @peachpit-mo and @snowverylost @nick-eyre

Simon and I, in an attempt to socialize, are with another couple tonight.

Simon met them through work. Bill and Harry.

Harry works in IT and he and Simon have gotten on well, I suppose.

Their flat is simply decorated with photos on the wall of their wedding and a few plants purposefully placed on different tables to bring the room to life.

It’s fine.

(It’s normal.)

They’re Normal.

(In every sense of the word. Capital N or not.)

“They seem nice, right?” Simon asks as they take our plates to the kitchen.

I nod.

They do, in all intents and purposes. They’re polite, they get our humor, and Bill and I can talk literature with each other.

It just feels like there is something else going on. It’s yet to click, however.

Harry and Simon seem to be getting along well too.

“I know they dance, maybe we could all take a class together.” Simon puts a hand on my knee and gives it a squeeze.

I have been wanting to get Snow into a dance class. He needs it.

Especially if we’re going to get married someday.

(Someday soon, I hope.)

Harry walks out to the living room.

“Simon!” He exclaims, making me jump slightly. It’s been a slow and quiet evening thus far, so the sudden burst in energy takes me aback. “Do you still want to see that sword?”

Simon jumps up.

I think this is half the reason Simon wanted to come. Apparently this Harry character collects swords, and Simon’s been trying his hardest to take a look.

“Should I show him mine?” He asked on the way here.

He had his hand on his hip as if he was going to summon it at any second.

“Crowly, no,” I responded.

They leave the room and Bill comes in, laughing and taking a seat on the couch next to me.

I pray silently that Simon keeps his sword sheathed.

“So,” Bill starts, running his hand through his short brown hair. “How long have you guys done this?”

I frown, confused.

“Done what, exactly?” I ask. “Dinner? We have it each night.”

He gives a funny look.

“Swung,” he responds.

The look on my face must look crazed because his mood shifts completely.

“That is-” he coughs, face flushing red. “What we are doing here, right?”

I wonder if this is what Snow’s brain feels like every day. I feel like I’m missing something as my mind tries to catch up to what he’s saying.

Swung.

Dancers.

Have you ever-

My mind clicks into place.

“Crowley,” I mutter. “You’re-”

Bill stands up, looking as uncomfortable as I feel right now.

“I thought you knew,” he explains. “Harry said he told Simon-”

“Snow is an idiot,” I put my head in my hands. I’m going to need medicine for the migrain I’m in the process of growing.

Then I realize.

Simon is in the other room with Harry, who thinks we are here to swing.

“Simon!” I shout.

It comes out more helpless than I mean it to.

“What’s going on?” Simon asks, stepping around the corner. He’s frowning in confusion, Harry right behind him, looking at us with the same expression.

“They don’t know,” Bill says through his teeth. Harry looks at him, blinking once, twice.

“Oh fu-”

“We’re leaving, grab your things,” I interrupt, trying to get out of here as quickly as I can.

We’ve had enough embarrassment for the evening.

“What? But I-” Simon stammers.

“Now, Snow!” I repeat.

He follows, grabbing his jacket as he passes it.

Stammered apologies fly in the air, both from Simon and from Harry and Bill.

I grab Simon’s arm and pull him through the rest of the door and close it behind us.

“Baz,” he says in a harsh whisper, trying to keep up with me as I walk down the hallway. (The advantage to having longer legs- Snow is always trying to catch up to me.)

I ignore him, heading for the car to have this conversation in private.

“Baz!” He says louder this time. I stop and turn towards him.

He obviously wasn’t prepared as he crashes into me.

I catch him, helping him stand upright.

His brows are furrowed and his face is a tinge of pink.

“What happened?” He asks, looking up at me.

I thought it was anger, but now he looks concerned.

“They’re swingers, Simon.”

“Well, yeah, Baz,” he responds like it’s a known fact. That we knew all along. “I told you that. They dance.”

I groan.

I love him, I love him, I love him.

“Simon, they’re not that kind of swinger.”

I wait for him to realize, but it doesn’t seem to click.

I grab his hand and continue walking the rest of the way out of the building.

“You know,” I whisper as I open the car door, “like for sex.”

His eyes go wide.

“Wait-”

I close the door behind me.

We should have just stayed home tonight.

#simon snow #snowbaz #carry on #baz pitch #caity does fanfiction #unsexy saturday #repost #to fux an error #shoutout to jay #for being an mvp with this

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amaya777 · 4 years ago

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Trick or Treat | A Twisted Wonderland Oneshot

TwstOBer 16. Trick - Leech twins x reader

For this theme, it is definitely fitting to use the twins, especially considering the Octavinelle Halloween costumes too. So I hope you all enjoy this and remember to give out those treats….or else a trick will be played on you.

Warning: Bondage/almost full mummification, Claustrophobia, Nyctophobia, non-consent, blackmail, coercion

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It was Halloween and everyone was dressed up in costumes of all kinds, eating sweets and celebrating this spooky holiday. But you were the only one not in costume, treating this like an ordinary day and ignoring the festivities around you. No, it was not because you didn’t have a costume to wear, you just didn’t want to wear one after all.

“Boo! Trick or Treat!”

You jumped at the sudden words coming from right behind you, turning around to see that it was Jade and Floyd Leech as you sighed. They both smiled, dressed up as mummies since that was the theme for Octavinelle’s Halloween costumes this year.

“Don’t scare me like that!”

“Aw, come on Shrimpy! It’s Halloween! Now give us a treat!”

Floyd cheered before he tried to grab you into one of his ‘hugs’. But you just managed to move out of the way, shaking your head.

“Why should I? I don’t have any candy and aren’t you all too old for this sort of thing anyways?”

You scowl as Jade chuckles, keeping his composure like always.

“Too old? We’re all within the same age group besides Leona and even he is wearing a costume like the rest of us. Halloween is a time for spooky fun, there’s no need to be so serious.”

“Yeah, even Goldfish knows to have fun too!”

Listening to Jade’s reasoning and Floyd compare you to Riddle only made you roll your eyes.

“We’re still students and I don’t honestly care for Halloween anyways. So go bother someone else then.”

You just wanted to continue on with your day but then felt a hand on your shoulder, seeing that it was Jade looking down at you with a smile.

“I’m sure you know what Trick or Treat means, yes? We get a treat, or we get to trick you. I’m sure you would look cute as a maid.”

“Oh, what about a shrimp costume since they’re Shrimpy?!”

A blush crept up on your face at the thought of wearing an embarrassing maid outfit and being a shrimp was absolutely absurd too. You shrugged off his hand from your shoulder as you started to walk off.

“No way would I be a maid or even a shrimp! Try and trick me, see if I care,” you call out as you waved and kept going, quickly getting away from them. You just thought of that phrase as only a silly threat in order to get candy, that no one actually plays tricks because they didn’t get anything. But you would learn the hard way that you never refuse to give a treat to and challenge the Leech twins, Jade and Floyd looking at each other with big grins.

After classes ended and the day went by somewhat uneventfully in your case, it was dark out when one of the other students came up to you. They told you that the Headmaster Crowley wanted you to go clean up the mess someone had made in the graveyard right now. He figured that since you weren’t wearing a costume unlike everyone else, you were the only one suitable for the job. You grumbled and groaned, annoyed but knew that you couldn’t say no to him.

So you made your way towards the graveyard, your first time to this place and realizing just how big it was as you stepped inside through the gate. There was instantly a chill in the air, a light fog not helping either as you walked by rows and rows of gravestones with a few large mausoleums throughout too. You shivered, so creeped out right now and just wanted to get this over and done with. But you hadn’t spotted any signs of this mess Crowley talked about, going deeper into the graveyard before you noticed a shadowy figure. They were hidden due to the fog, thinking that could be the culprit as you step closer in order to find out who it was.

Once you were close enough to see through the fog, there was Jade sitting on top of one of the gravestones. You were very confused and worried, seeing a smile that looked creepy as he stared right at you.

“J-Jade, what are you doing here? Were you the one who made the mess?”

Silence was in the air for a couple of seconds before he started chuckling, revealing his sharp teeth and then taking out a bandage, holding it tight between his hands.

“How naive, did you really think that Headmaster Crowley would care about a mess in here of all places? But you fell for our trap so easily.”

You were shocked, gulping as immediately you were backing away from him. Unfortunately you then felt yourself bump right back into someone before feeling arms squeeze around your body tightly.

“Shrimpy! Now we got you! ...Don’t run away from me.”

Floyd held onto you tight, struggling and then shivering when his voice dropped to a deeper octave at that sentence before laughing. Jade then got off of the gravestone and walked towards you, grinning while still holding that bandage.

“You should know that one can never say no to us without consequences. So we wanted to make sure to really give you a Trick that you never forget after all. While wrapping you up and drying you out like a real mummy would be fatal, that doesn’t mean we can’t still wrap you all up. Perhaps we’ll place you in a tomb and leave you there alone all night long until morning.”

Jade chuckled louder as your eyes went wide, shaking your head no at the terrifying plans they had for you.

“But that’s boring Jade! How about we all sleep in the tomb together? That way we get our Treat too~”

“Oh, that sounds like a splendid idea Floyd. Both a Trick for you and a Treat for us.”

Jade had agreed with his brother, saying that last sentence to you with a sinister grin. You really did not want to become a mummy and spend the night in a tomb with the twins. But the moment Floyd weakened his hold to let Jade do his thing, you took the chance as you broke free and made a run for it. All you could hear was their chuckling and then silence, getting as far away from them as possible. The fog had come rolling back in again, much thicker than before as you could not see the path back to the gated entrance. So you kept going before hearing the most evil and loudest laughter possible, sounding like it was coming closer and closer.

“SHRIMPY! I TOLD YOU NOT TO RUN!!”

You screamed and ran even faster, knowing that now Floyd was chasing after you. Your heart was racing, so focused on not being caught by him that you were completely lost. Going off of pure adrenaline, you ran past gravestone after gravestone and feeling like you were trapped in a hazy maze. With the fog clouding your visions and only thinking of escape, you swore that you saw the familiar iron gates and ran towards it.

But instead there was Jade, standing in front of a mausoleum as he smirked at you. You screamed even louder, turning around and starting to run away. Having only gone a short distance before you suddenly felt something and fell forward onto the dirt face first. You cough and look back, stunned to see that your ankles were now bound together by bandages and were being pulled over to Jade with Floyd popping up beside him.

You struggled and screamed, using your hands to dig into the dirt to keep from moving but it was useless as Floyd helped pull you in too, their strength together too much for you. Once the two had you back in their grasp, Jade quickly used his magic to wrap you up fully in bandages from feet to your mouth. You couldn’t move at all, tightly bound and you couldn’t speak at all with your screams muffled. But at least you could still breathe through your nose, unluckily still able to see and hear too.

Jade found a tomb big enough for the three of you inside the mausoleum, gently laying you down in the center of it before he laid down to the left side of you. Then Floyd got in on the right side of you, grinning as he immediately was squeezing you tight like one would a body-length pillow.

“Good night and sweet dreams.”

Jade whispered with a smirk, hugging you too as he used his magic to close the lid of the tomb, plunging the three of you into utter darkness. But what he said was a lie as the twins weren’t going to let you sleep so easily. While almost all your body was bound in bandages; your hair, ears, eyes, forehead, nose and top half of your cheeks were still exposed as they took advantage of this.

They were biting your ears and breathing on you, running their fingers through your hair while laughing and whispering sweet nothings right into each ear at the same time, squeezing you tight in between them. Since you were completely blind in the dark, your sense of hearing and touch heightened which only made this even worse. You got major goosebumps all over with your heart beating so fast and you could feel your face turn at least cherry red, thankful that at least these two wouldn’t see it hopefully, unbeknownst to you as they chuckled. This went on for so very long, your muffled protests ignored and eventually stopping, having no way to tell time but it certainly felt like an eternity.

The next morning, you were shaken awake by Jade as the bright sunlight pouring in from outside the mausoleum blinded you, hardly having gotten any sleep. The two brothers pulled you out of the tomb as Jade magically undid all the bandages around you, but tied your arms behind your back with them while smirking as Floyd squeezed you again.

“That was certainly very enjoyable, wouldn’t you say? But now you know that you can never say no to us, unless you want this to get out to the whole school. You’re our little mummy.”

You were shocked as somehow he had gotten photos of you in your mummy state, thinking that you couldn’t let those be seen by anyone. To be honest, you were also beyond terrified of Jade and Floyd after all they did last night as from then on, you became their toy to play with whenever they feel like it.

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criticizing-blogger · 4 years ago

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I Promise - Chapter 2

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warning: cursing, gory details

Word count: 1973

Sam and Dean sat at the motel room table, going over the small amount of evidence they had collected. The men still had yet to question the parents of the other missing kids. They had called it quits for the day because it was getting late. Sam’s laptop sat in front of him, multiple tabs open about mythology. Yet, he couldn’t figure out what’s been terrorizing the town. Of course, they do have little evidence to go on. Dean, on the other hand, had books open of almost every monster that they had faced.

Sam sighs as he closes his laptop, rubbing his face with his hands afterward. "I can rule out most of the monsters we’ve hunted."

Dean closes the book he was reading. "Same here. We just need to keep figuring this out. And fast."

Sam nods leaning back into his chair. With it being late at night, he decided to check the local library in the morning to see if he could find any information for the case. Maybe a folktale, since the internet isn’t giving him much, the books Dean was reading weren’t helping either. Hopefully, the library will help, Sam thought. The two brothers didn’t have a clue as to what was terrorizing the town. “I’ll check the local library and see what they have. Check with the parents of the missing kids and see what they have to say.”

Dean nods his head.

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It was early in the morning when Dean woke up. He sits up stretching his arms over his head and yawns. He grabbed the pillow that laid behind him, throwing it towards his brother. “Rise and shine, Sammy.” But there came no response. Usually, Dean would hear a groan or a shout, or would even be hit back. He looks at his brother’s bed only to see it empty.

The door to the motel room opened to Sam in joggers clothing walking in. Shutting the door, he looks over at the brother in bed to see him staring. “What?”

Dean rolls his eyes and groans as he falls back onto the bed. He closes his eyes hoping to fall back asleep.

“Dude, get up.” Sam spoke but when he got no reply, he told him again. And still, no reply. Sam knew Dean was just ignoring him so he huffs and grabs what he needs for a shower. When the man in bed hears the bathroom door close, he pops one eye open looking towards it. He hears the water start running and a grin makes its way onto his face. Dean stretches his arms up over his head then flips onto his stomach, putting his arms under his head and gets comfortable.

Not much longer later, Sam finishes his shower, quickly drying off and getting dressed. He walks out just to see Dean had fallen back to sleep. Sam walks over to his bed grabbing the pillow. He slowly and quietly made his way over to his sleeping brother. Knowing Dean, he can fall asleep faster than Crowley can snap his fingers which according to Sam, it did not surprise him.

He stood next to Dean’s bed, the pillow raised with his arms. The white object slammed right into the sleeping man's head. Sam quickly pulled it back in time just as Dean pulled the gun out from his other pillow sitting up, pointing it at Sam. “Damn it, Sam!” He sticks the dangerous weapon back in its original place. “I was having a hot dream with a sexy stripper.”

“Gross, Dean.” Sam states with disgust evident in his voice. “Get ready.” When Sam turned around, Dean sticks his tongue out at him.

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Sam got dropped off at the town's public library. He walks in through the clear glass doors and looks around as he walks towards the books. Only three, maybe four, people were here. Of course, Sam didn’t think people were just going to wake up early in the morning just to read.

He starts at the town’s history section. His hands reached for books called ‘The History of Southhollow,’ ‘what Lies in the Hollow Tree,’ and ‘The Diary of Edgar Smith,’ and so on. Gone through so many cases before, especially with small towns like this one, Sam knew how to go about research. Specifically topics of witchcraft, rituals, and even folklore that might’ve taken place at any point in time.

Sam looked around more and grabbed books he thought would help him solve this case then headed towards an empty table in the back corner of the library. He sets the books he chose down and gets as comfortable as he could get and starts reading ‘The History of Southhollow.’

The History of Southhollow

Southhollow, founded in 1659, was one of the many permanent settlements in what would become part of the United States.

On September 1st, 1659 the governor, Edgar Smith, declared the land he and his men discovered to be called Southhollow. The site for the new town was quickly picked for many reasons.

It only took Sam a couple of hours to the short book as it did not contain information that would have been relevant to the case. He sets it aside and starts on the next book.

‘The Diary of Edgar Smith,’ Sam thought. ‘ this might give me something.’

February 3rd, 1659

It was evening when my men and I arrived at this empty plot of land surrounded by trees. I chose that we are to camp here for the night and return to search for new land on the morrow. The journey to America was rough as storms clouded the seas and the tides were difficult to pass. My men and I come from Europe. We are in search of land in America to make a new home.

Sam read the entry, and just like the other book, he didn’t see anything of importance. He started to feel hopeless. The first book didn't give him the information he needed. So Sam had decided to skim the entries not to waste any more time as he did on the first book.

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Dean, on the other hand, was on his way to talk to the parents of the first missing child and to find out any more information Sam might have missed. He steps out of the impala, fixing his suit as his eyes roam over Johnson's large, luxurish house. He shuts the vehicle door and makes his way to talk to the porch. Dean rang the doorbell hearing Mozart play as a jingle. The man closes his eyes and sighs muttering, “freakin’ rich people.”

Movement from inside the house could be heard causing Dean to quickly fix his stance, opening his eyes as seriousness took over his face. It took a moment before a woman’s voice was heard through the door. “Yes? Who is it?”

“My name is Agent Lee, ma’am. I’m with the FBI,” he grabs his fake badge from his black suit pocket and flashes it to the lady through the peephole. The door sounds an unlock and opens to show a brown haired woman. He puts the badge back as she moves to let him in the house. His legs carry him through the threshold as his eyes look over the expensive objects.

“I’m Elizabeth. Can I get you anything to drink?” She asks, closing the door and watches him turn around at her voice.

“Coffee, please.” Dean smiles.

She nods her head, gesturing her hand towards the living room. “Have a seat. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Dean watches her leave before taking a seat in a chair that sat on the right side of the room. A coffee table, with a photo frame and flowers in the middle, sat before him and a couch on the other side. His eyes notice a photo of a man and woman whose arm is hooked through his and a young boy. Dean carefully picks it up and examines it. It reminded him of when his parents were alive and he didn’t know monsters existed.

“That’s my husband, William, and our son, Noah.” She walks into the room holding a tray with two cups of coffee on saucers and a bowl of sugar cubes. She bends down, setting the tray on the table. “I’m sorry. I don’t have milk or cream. How many sugar cubes would you like?”

Dean sets the frame back down. “Uh, none,” he spoke and he watched her shaky hands hand the cup and saucer to him, taking a seat on the couch. “What can I help you with, Agent?”

“I’m here about your son's disappearance.”

Elizabeth nods, a sad sigh leaving her mouth. “You must be partners with the other man that was here yesterday. He disappeared a month ago. My husband left for work early leaving me to take Noah to school. And when I went to pick him up at three p.m., he never came running to my car like he did everyday after school. I waited for thirty minutes thinking he was doing a test or something. After those minutes had passed, I walked into the building and walked to his classroom. He wasn’t in there and none of the staff saw him leave.”

Dean nods for her to continue.

She took a deep breath. “I went straight to the police station. They said I cannot file a missing persons report for twenty-four to seventy-hours. So I left calling my husband. He wasn’t worried. He thought Noah probably went to a friends house. I called all his friends' parents but none of them saw or had him. So all I could do was wait. The next day, a new police officer, Oliver Davis, was doing his rounds outside of town the next day. He noticed something bright red in the trees. He drove down the path into the forest and stopped a long way in. He went to check it out. He took a good look at it and saw my son's name on the tag.” She let out a loud sob. “The sheriff gathered a search party a day later and it lasted late into the night. No one found anything until the third day of searching. A group found an abandoned house and told the sheriff through the walkie talkie. He searched the house and found my son's dead body.”

“Was there any scratches or bite marks of any kind?” Dean asks.

“There were scratches over his chest and stomach and back. I, uh, I have photos.”

He watches her get up and walk over to the entryway dresser by the front door. She pulls the top drawer open, grabbing a manila-yellow colored envelope. Elizabeth makes her way back to her seat handing Dean the proof. "The coroner said it was an animal attack."

He opens it pulling out the crime scene photos. The woman looks away not wanting to see them and puts a hand over her mouth to keep herself from crying out.

The picture shows Noah’s full body lying on his back. His red shirt torn with a piece missing. Deep scratches lined from his chest to his belly. Pants littered with holes and dirt and no shoes with one dirty sock. He moved onto the second photo. It showed a close up of the cuts. Flesh could be seen and pieces of skin ripped in multiple places as blood oozed out. On the last photo was a trail of blood leading to the body on the abandoned house floor.

Dean looked up at the mother and felt instantly bad for her. He couldn’t imagine what it was like losing a child. “Can I borrow these?”

“Take them. My husband wanted copies but I don’t. I want to never see those again. Is that all?”

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blackmissfrizzle · 5 years ago

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Part of Your World

Characters: Dean Winchester x black!reader

Summary: Its basically a Little Mermaid AU (still in the SPN realm) with a dash of African mythology.

Warnings: A couple of puns, because I couldn’t help myself lol

A/N: My love of Disney caused me to write another fic based on one of my fave princesses. Also it was inspired by this post I saw and then I had to do my own research, because I was so interested. I need more African mythology in fantasy! Anyways, as usual this is for the black girls that done feel seen in the show or the fandom! I hope you enjoy!

Humans were bad. They were selfish, careless, and evil. Or that’s what you were supposed to believe, according to your mother. But to you they were interesting and not as bad as your mother made them out to be. Just like merpeople some were as your mother described, but most were good or at least trying to be better. That’s why you had to save them.

One day when you were swimming up to the surface and saw a bunch of protectors of the land. Those things they called cars were flashing red and blue lights. There was a dead body on the shore and the person’s wounds were unnatural for another human to cause. So, naturally you investigated.

Since the time you were a teen, you would sneak on land to watch the humans up close and personal. Your Aunt Iliana was the sea witch. She gifted you with a necklace that allowed you walk on land. According to her, your destiny was on land, which is why your mother banned you from swimming too close to land and keeping you away from your aunt.

This time you were making your trek to land every night. Scuttle, your skin-walker friend allowed you to work at his bar and you hoped to catch some gossip on the murders. Tonight, was busier than usual. You were running from one end of the bar to the other and not catching a word about the killings. That was until you heard an alluring voice. It was deep, slightly gravelly, but smooth and could easily lull you to sleep.

“Dude, I’m putting money it’s a witch. That’s the only reasonable explanation.” Dean argued with his brother. They had been in town for 2 days and no leads whatsoever. All they had was a bunch of guys who suddenly had a turn of bad luck, lost all their money and died of on land drowning.

Not only were you attracted to this man’s voice, but he was looking into the murders too! You had to make yourself known. Turning around just in time you saw him finish his drink. He was the most perfect man you’ve seen. His green eyes rivaled the coral reefs vibrant color. His lips were unexpectedly plump for a man of his shade. His jaw was set hard, but you could tell he had a soft nature.

“Stop staring and talk to the man!” Scuttle encouraged you while tending to other patrons.

“Stop being a guppy, Y/N!” You told yourself before making your way to the man. Pointing at his empty glass, you asked the stranger if he wanted another drink.

Dean had to do a double take. The beautiful bartender was talking to him. He noticed her all night. When she was walking up and down the bar, she was singing to herself and he thought she had a beautiful voice. Some of the time Dean would tune Sam out just to listen to her.

“Yes, please. Can you make it a double?”

Shaking your head yes, you brought out the good liquor. Scuttle would most likely kill you, but you needed information and the best way to get it was making this beautiful stranger’s lips loose. “On the house,” you mentioned when you saw he was about to object for the pricey whiskey.

“Thank you.” He gave you a loop-sided smile and you walked away, not wanting to push too quickly. “Wait,” he called out, pulling something out of his pocket. It was a picture of him in some fancy suit saying FBI Agent Dean Plant. “I’m Agent Plant and this is Agent Page,” he pointed to the taller man next to him, “have you seen any of these gentlemen here?”

Dean stared at the red-haired beauty as she stared at the photos of the male victims. It wasn’t like him to be so mesmerized by a woman that he didn’t even notice her pointing out the latest victim.

“Yeah, he was here. I remembered because he seemed so sad, so I decided to check on him.”

Agent Plant perked up and leaned forward on the bar, “Do you know what had him so upset?”

You wanted to look at Dean, but his green eyes made your stomach flutter like a school of fish, so you paid attention to his partner. “Um, something about how he made a bad deal and lost all his money and his girlfriend.”

The two brothers turned towards each other and silently communicated that they both thought it was a demon deal. Quickly, they both stood up and paid for the drinks. “Thank you! We’ll be back tomorrow.” Dean smiled at you before following his brother out the bar.

For a while you stood there in a trance. He was coming back tomorrow! You would have to tell Scuttle to take you shopping for some more clothes.

“Don’t do it.”

“Huh?” Scuttle’s voice startled you to the present.

“He’s a hunter and human. Both things your mother hates the most. Secretly help them and go on about your life.” Scuttle warned, then attended to another bar patron.

Too bad you didn’t listen to Scuttle, because now you were in trouble.

The following night, Dean and Sam came back they seemed discouraged. Turned out their lead was a bust. No demon deals occurred in this town according to Crowley.

Throughout the night, you would eavesdrop on their conversation about the case and it was becoming clearer to you what exactly were killing these men. Because of a festival that happened earlier that day, the bar was slammed, and you didn’t get to tip off Dean and Sam about what they were hunting before they left.

Time to time your best friends, Sebastian and Floyd would escort you on land to ensure your safety. No one wanted to feel the wrath of your mother if something bad were ever to happen to you.

“Fellas, I need one of you to cover for me.” You leaned across the bar already batting your eyes. It was always a struggle to get these two to do something without a little coercion.

“Why?” Sebastian ran his hands through his dreads, he was already suspecting you were up to no good.

“So, I can tell the hunters what’s killing the humans.” You rushed out, then tried to leave but Sebastian stopped you.

“Uh huh. No way, missy. We all agreed that you would do it without outing yourself.” Sebastian was the harder of the two to convince. Being your mother’s court advisor made him be more overprotective of you.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Y/N. Humans are already scary, but hunters are terrifying.” Floyd shivered at the idea of talking to one. He could already imagine his tail as a trophy on some hunter’s wall.

You ruffled your friend’s kinky blue curls. “Don’t be guppy, Floyd.” Finished messing up his hair, you ran out the bar. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission. It was always that way with those two. You wanted to do something, they would say it was a bad idea, and then you would do it anyway. Those two should’ve learned by now.

You didn’t have to go far since Scuttle’s bar was on the beach and Dean and Sam were already there. It looked like they were inspecting something, when you saw hands made of water grab onto the two and drug them into the sea.

It was her; you knew it. Shedding your clothes, you dived into the water. You couldn’t bask in the water like you usually would after a day on land. Cutting through the current you found the men drowning and the mysterious water hands gone. She didn’t need to kill them instantly. The depths she brought them to would do the job for her. She just didn’t count on you to come in and save the day.

You were a lot stronger in water than on land, so it was easy to drag both men up to the surface. Hopefully, she didn’t have eyes on you. She had eyes everywhere in the water.

You took them to your hidden grotto you used to come onto land or just to think alone. Using your powers to manipulate water, you expelled the water from their lungs.

Dean was the first one coming into consciousness. It was the same voice from last night. The bartender, he thought. He sat up to thank her, but she wasn’t there. The only thing he thought he saw was a fin.

“Sammy!?” Dean rolled over to his brother. He slapped him to jolt him awake.

Sam sat up, out of sorts for a moment. “Dude, what the hell was that?” He dragged a hand over his face.

Dean shook his head. “Man, I don’t know.”

The brothers sat there confused not knowing what the hell they were gonna do.

You watched the brothers leave the grotto from behind a rock formation. Once they were gone, you emerged from your hiding spot.

“Helping hunters?” She clicked her tongue. “I’m disappointed in you. I thought a daughter of Cora’s would know better.” Mami Wata stood above you in all white, draped in the most expensive jewels, stoking the head of her snake. This was the first time she appeared to you and you were in awe despite the circumstances.

“You’re killing innocent men. What else am I supposed to do?” Normally, you would speak to her with respect, but this situation did not call for it. People were dying.

“They’re not innocent. I promised them riches in exchange for fidelity. They broke the agreement.”

She was right. Those men did make the deals of their own free will, but what she was doing didn’t sit right with you. “But you didn’t have to kill them. Other Mami Watas leave them broke.”

“Who are you to question me?!” Her voice echoed, causing some of the rocks to shake. “Sorry,” Mami Wata regained her composure when she saw you tremble in fear. “I like you, Princess Y/N. You’re strong-spirited, but I can’t have you in my way, but I also promised your mother I would protect her offspring.”

“Then what now?” You crossed your arms with an attitude. Mami Wata released the python that was wrapped around her into the water.

The green creature slithered up to your neck and squeezed tightly. “It’ll be hard for you to help the hunters without that beautiful voice of yours.” In a panic, you clutched your neck trying to speak, but it was already too late. Mami Wata already took your voice.

The snake went back to its satisfied owner. “A little piece advice,” Mami Wata looked at you with pity. “The one with the green eyes, don’t fall for him. The pale ones are always the worst.” She chuckled as she made her exit.

Even though, you didn’t have your voice, you had to find a way to warn the hunters.

Sam and Dean were going crazy. All they could come up with is that they were possibly dealing with the god, Poseidon and even that sounded far-fetched for them.

They were knee-deep in research when there was a knock on their door. Both brothers grabbed their guns and Sam looked out the peephole. “It’s the bartender from the other night.”

Dean shoved his little brother out the way. “Smooth, dude.” Sam mumbled at a flustered Dean. Opening the door, Dean greeted you. In return you waved back. “Hey, Y/N, right?”

You shook your head vigorously, excited that he remembered your name.

“What can I help you with?” He asked, looking at you expectantly. Oh shit! How were you gonna let him now you were there to help?

An idea popped in your head. You held up a finger and brought out the cellphone Scuttle bought for you. Unlocking the phone, all the words were gibberish to you when they shouldn’t be. You were fluent in all languages. Mami Wata must’ve cursed all your modes of communications. Son of a bitch!

“Woah!” Dean lifted his arms as you pushed pass him when you saw a photo of one of the victims. Grabbing it you motioned to the boys you could help. They were confused to why you weren’t speaking and even more confused on how you knew another victim.

“Dean, I think she’s connected somehow.” You eagerly waved the photo in agreeance. Sam crouched down to assure you he wasn’t a threat. “Did you lose your voice because you know who did this?” Sam clapped his hands in victory when you confirmed his suspicion.

Dean wanted to believe you were there to help, but he could never be too careful. He’s been burned too many times before. “How do we know you’re not the one doing the killings?”

Pinching your nose and pointing to the boys, you reenacted their drowning and you pulling them out. “You’re the one who saved us? How?” Dean scanned you up and down, there was no way you had the strength to pull him AND his brother. Well, no way if you were only human.

Of course, they wouldn’t believe you. To them you were a human woman. You puckered your face like you seen humans do to imitate fish, then you pointed to your closed legs and made swimming motions with your hands.

“No way.” Sam thought out loud.

“What,” Dean asked, still in the dark.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Man, you were always bad at charades.”

“I’m not!” Dean sputtered like a child.

“I think she’s a mermaid.”

“Sam, don’t you think we would’ve heard of them being real?” Dean couldn’t wrap his head around the idea.

Dean’s disbelief caused an argument between the boys. They were too busy with trying to be right that they didn’t notice you taking off your clothes. There was only one way to end this argument. Just in your bra you tapped your seashell necklace and prepared for the fall.

At the sound of something falling, Sam and Dean stopped arguing. “Oh shit!” They simultaneously said, realizing Sam was right.

It was uncomfortable to have your tail and not be near water, so you transformed back to legs in forth of them. When Sam and Dean noticed you were naked down below, they quickly turned their backs to you.

After you were dressed properly, you tapped both on their broad shoulders. Questions were flying at you. Was it another mermaid behind the killings? How many mermaids are there? Are you a good or bad mermaid? How do you have sex?

You pointed to the photos to direct the hunters’ attention (more Dean than Sam) back to the case. “Oh yeah, the case.” Dean sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “You said you knew who’s behind the murders, right?”

Nodding yes, you began thinking of how to act out Mami Wata. Jumping up and down you got the boys’ attention when you figured it out.

You mimicked the motion parents do when they rock their babies. “Cradle? Rocking?” Dean guessed.

“Baby?!” Sam called out. You smiled at his correct guess, but that wasn’t the word they needed, it was only a connection.

Pointing between you and your imaginary baby, you hoped they would get it.

“Mom?”

“Mother?”

“Mama?”

“Mommy?” Dean threw out. You squeezed his cheeks and gave him a kiss.

Dean gave Sam a superior look. “And you said I was bad at charades.” Sam ignored his brother’s smug smirk and paid attention to you searching for something. Your eyes lit up when you found it. This should be easy.

“Water?” Dean asked and it earned him another kiss from you. He smiled victoriously at Sam. Now he wanted to play charades with you all the time.

Combining the two words, Sam asked you, “Mommy water?” Close enough. You knew they weren’t familiar with the dialect. You nodded your head yes and Sam began searching it. “Okay, I think I got it.” Sam announced after a few minutes. “Mami Wata?” He looked to you for approval. You jumped over to him and placed a big kiss on Sam’s cheek.

“Shut up,” Dean told Sam before he could say something smart. “What are we dealing with?”

“Okay, lore says Mami Wata is an African water goddess. She can take an appearance of a mermaid or human. Either way she’s extremely beautiful, like Aphrodite beautiful.”

Dean hovered above his brother. “Enough with the backstory. Why is she killing dudes?”

Sam scrolled down further until he found what he wanted. “I think I got it. Mami Wata appears to some men and promise them riches and good fortune as long as they remain faithful to her. Cheat and you’ll lose everything. Sometimes even your life.”

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. How do we kill her?”

Sam leaned back and sighed at what he read. “Wooden stake dipped in the blood of one of their living victims.”

Dean started browsing the local newspaper. He remembered something sticking out. He shook the paper when he found the article about a man winning the two million dollars lottery. “Boom! I think we got our next victim.” He started grabbing his belongings. “Sammy, Y/N, let’s roll.”

It was always a set-up. The men Mami Wata made deals with were notorious cheaters. She knew they would break the deal and cheat. With some teamwork, preparation, and some luck the three of you were able to kill her before she got to her next victim.

“You know it would be nice to have a mermaid on Team Free Will.” Dean desperately wanted to spend more time with you.

You intertwined your fingers with Dean’s. “I wish, but I belong in the ocean. Princess duties.”

Dean nodded his head to himself. “Well, let me leave you with a parting gift.”

Dean’s lips were less than an inch away from yours when you heard your mom’s voice. “Y/N!” She was flanked by a sulking Sebastian and Floyd.

You wasted no time going to her. For her to be on land meant you were deep in trouble. You gave Dean one more glance, taking in his features for the last time.

Tears feel from your eyes as Sebastian and Floyd tried to comfort you. Your mother really banned you from the kingdom. Sneaking to land? Forgivable. Almost kissing a human? Forgivable. But killing her goddess? Unforgivable, apparently.

Your friends assured you the queen would change her mind. Despite your different beliefs, you were her favorite because you were so similar. But how long would it take for her to change her mind? Your mother could hold a grudge.

“Y/N?” Dean called into the grotto. Behind him was Sam and Scuttle. “What’s wrong?” He sat by you and pulled you into a hug.

Sebastian splashed some water on him.

“What the fuck, dude?!”

“Don’t you think you’ve helped enough? Both of you?” Sebastian glared at both brothers.

“What did we do?” Sam asked, a little scared of the abnormally buff merman.

Splashing some water with your tail, you admonished your friend. “Don’t mind Seb, he’s always crabby.”

“I get crabby when my princess and friend gets banished because she helped hunters.”

Sticking up a finger, you corrected him. “For your information I got in trouble for killing Mami Wata.”

Sam knelt by you, feeling horrible that him and Dean were the cause of your current predicament “Is it true?”

“That I got banned? Yeah, but it’s not your fault. I knew this could happen. I’m just bummed I have to find a new home.”

Scuttle laid a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N/N, you always have a home with me.”

Sam and Dean traded looks with each other, this was their fault and they needed to fix it. “Or…” Dean drew out. “You can live with us, hunt with us.” Dean saw the debate in your eyes. “That’s only if you want to. No pressure.” He added nervously.

When your eyes lit up, Floyd began shaking his head no. “Y/N, nuh uh! There’s vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and demons!”

“Stop being a guppy, Floyd!” Your Aunt Iliana chuckled as she swam up with her dolphin, Pica. “This is where she’s meant to be.” She gave you a knowing smirk.

Her prophecy! You remembered. Sliding back in the water you gave your aunt and friends hugs and kisses goodbye. You promised them to visit as much as you could.

With a press to your necklace, your tail turned into legs and with some magic from Aunt Iliana you had clothes on this time.

“Ready?” Dean offered his hand.

You put your hand in his. “Yeah.” It sucked to be kicked out of your world, but now you could be a part of Dean’s.

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shirtlesssammy · 4 years ago

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10x03: Soul Survivor

A priest blesses a whole blood bank of blood before Doctor Sam loads up on supplies.

Back at the bunker, Sam heads to the dungeon and a trussed up Demon!Dean. Let the blood cleansing begin!

Dean tells Sam to just let him. He doesn’t want this. He has the Mark of Cain. Sam throws holy water on him and shoots him with his first vial of blood.

Cas and Hannah are road tripping in the Pimpmobile. Hannah wonders how Cas is doing. “Fine.” Narrator: He was not fine. Cas explains to Hannah it’s a very human thing to do --to say you’re fine, but you’re really not, so you avoid talking about things. Well, fling me off a cliff because Cas gets Dean SO WELL but just rolls with his inability to talk because it’s the human way.

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Hannah can’t believe that Cas agreed to head back to the bunker to help Sam --or that Sam would ask that considering Cas’s failing grace. Cas admits that Sam doesn’t know, and he’ll need Cas’s help to deal with Dean. If the sanctified blood cure doesn’t work, then Dean is gone and they’ll have to deal with the demon. HIIISSSS. Cas just accepts his role but he’s doing it for Dean.

Dean, meanwhile, mocks Sam’s efforts and the Winchester Way™. Dean compares who he is now to Sam, and what Sam did to find him. “Which one of us is really the monster?”

Flashback to Sam talking with a down on his luck dude at a bar.

His wife kicked him out, and she’s been cheating on him. He wants revenge. Sam tells him he could get payback, if he wants. Sam helps the poor schlub to make a demon deal. Lester makes the deal, and Sam traps the demon to find out where Crowley and Dean are.

In real time, Dean continues to mock Sam for being worse than him. Lester lost his life and soul. Sam injects him with more blood.

In Crowley-land, he’s taking care of Hell business when a demon gives him an update on Castiel. His grace is fading. The demon suggests now would be a good time to eliminate the angel. Crowley tells him to tail him and keep him up to date on his decline.

Crowley takes a moment to relive his summer of love with Dean. It’s hard saying goodbye to an ex, Crowley. Super awkward when you’re caught dissociating while ruling Hell though. The demon that interrupted Crowley offers himself as a companion.

“You’ll see what I’m worth,” he insists. Crowley snaps him into dust. C’est la vie.

Cas is getting worse. He will not take more grace from another angel, and he doesn’t want to beg Metatron for his own grace. Hannah insists that he needs to be here to help Dean, to get the angels under control. Cas, taking a book from his drama llama boyfriend, insists that Hannah continues on without him.

Cas gets a call from Sam checking in. Dean’s in pain going through this cleansing. Sam could be killing his brother. Cas makes it clear that they need to stay the course. The purified blood ritual is their only known option.

Once off the phone, Sam notices that Dean’s passed out. He rouses him, only for Dean to continue trying to put a wedge between them, to stop Sam from trying to save him. “You don’t get to quit on this family.” I appreciate the sentiment, Sam. Sam injects Dean with more blood and walks away.

Crowley’s busy laying out death sentences to demons in Hell. A demon wonders why they should be loyal to him now, after flirting with being human and running off with his “boy toy”. The demon isn’t going to live in Crowley’s Hell, and sets himself on fire.

At a gas station Cas and Hannah have a forthright conversation. Lol, jk, Cas talks about “dangerous roads” and “no detours.” Hannah begs for him to speak outside of metaphor. But it’s HARD! They need total focus on the saving-Dean and/or finding-angels missions.

“I’ve been around humans long enough to see how easily distractions occur,” Cas tells Hannah, who gives him some exasperated bitchface in return. “Emotions. Feelings. They’re dangerous temptations,” he warns. CAS, for fuck’s sake, you should never learn emotional management from a Winchester.

Hannah declares that she’s super clear on Castiel’s priorities, and whirls off into the gas station. Inside, there are snacks and a dead station attendant with his eyes burned out. Urg. Cas follows, only to discover the angel Adina (previously of Daniel and Adina fame) holding Hannah captive. Cas struggles to haul out his blade, and Adina starts tearing into him. He suggests that she kill him and let Hannah go. CAAAAS BBY. Adina’s not in a forgiving mood and she’d like to kill him slowly, villain speech, villain speech.

Sam heads into Dean’s bedroom during his break and discovers many token Dean identifiers worthy of a fanfic. There’s porn on the bench seat and a pie container nearby with just a few meaningfully unfinished bites left. Slipped in a hunting notepad are old family photos. Sam sifts through the photos, to mournful music.

At the gas station, a pair of expensive shoes approaches. Crowley’s attached to them. He smiles down at a severely injured Castiel.

Sam heads back to finish demon detox only to discover…

I don’t know why the dramatic zoom in on the chair makes me laugh but...had to include it. Sam discovers his brother is missing! As the kids say, dun dun DUN!

Adina torments Hannah, eager for her suffering in retribution for the loss of Daniel. Crowley arrives in a cloud of snark, slices Adina’s grace out of her, and then stabs her dead while Hannah glares at him.

In the bunker, Sam looks for his brother. Dean does the same, except there be REDRUM in them thar eyes. Dean grabs a hammer, and Sam grabs a ring of old keys.

Crowley offers up Adina’s grace to Cas, declaring that the kill was done to save Hannah’s life and that Cas’s “hands are clean.”

“You’re useless to me dead,” Crowley says lovingly as he pours Adina’s grace into Cas. Light suffuses Cas and restores him to strength and health. Crowley suggests that one good turn deserves another. Dean Winchester has turned out to be a real pill to manage, so if Cas could just take his newfound strength and take care of the Dean problem that would be greeeaaat. Cas warns that he may have to kill Dean. “I’m not sentimental,” Crowley lies.

Sam and Dean continue to play murder hide and seek. Sam heads into the electrical room and shuts down the bunker so that Dean can’t escape out the doors. Dean reveals that he doesn’t want to leave! Why would he leave when a lovely MURDER PARTY is about to begin?

Dean indulges in a little exposition while he’s stalking Sam through the bunker. The demon cure was working, making him just human enough to be able to slip out of his bonds and out of the devil’s trap. Sam manages to trap Dean into the electrical room, but Dean starts to break through the door with his hammer. “You act like I wanna be cured,” Dean shouts at him. “Personally, I like the disease.”

Sam scolds him for busting up the bunker and threatens to use the demon blade on him. Oh Sam. Suuuuure you will. Dean’s cool with this turn of events, as he’s feeling ready to murder immediately. Dean manages to sneak up on Sam, but Sam Fucking Winchester has the reflexes of a cat and immediately gets the knife to Dean’s throat.

It’s looking pretty unfortunate for our heroes when Cas catches hold of Dean. “It’s over,” Castiel says firmly. VERY firmly. Wink wink.

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A little while later, Dean’s back in the chair bearing another hit of sanctified blood. Sam and Cas look on, fretting over Dean. Castiel muses that only humans can feel real joy. Or such profound pain. No wonder why Dean struggles away from his humanity.

Dean wakes up and black recedes from his eyes. He shakes his head a few times. “You look worried, fellas,” he says in a wry tone and then weathers Sam’s holy water splash. He’s cured!

In the library, Sam and Cas talk over the evening. Cas rains all over Sam’s happy parade: Dean still bears the Mark of Cain and things could still get bad. Sam chooses to ignore this and head out to buy junk food for Dean.

In his bedroom, Dean sorts through family pictures. When Cas stops by, he greets him with “You look terrible.” Dean accepts this as his due, and notes that Cas is looking good. REAL GOOD.

Cas very poorly explains his current situation. “Crowley. Stolen grace. There’s a female outside in the car.” CAS PLZ. Dean moves past this confusing word salad and asks if Sam has forgiven him. Cas assures him that Sam would forgive him anything, including attempted murder-by-hammer. Cas suggests to Dean that he take some time off. It’s quiet out there, after all.

In a fancy hotel room, blood drips from the ceiling onto a red haired witch. The blood falls from two hotel employees and the witch is….ROWENA!

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Sammy, you know I hate shots

That line that we thought was so clear between us and the things that we hunted, ain’t so clear is it?

I, too, love to party. And I do love the ladies. And the classic rock-and-roll

Sometimes enough is whatever you have

You act like I want to be cured. Personally I like the disease

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leahxx129 · 5 years ago

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His Name (demon!Dean Winchester x Reader)

This is a submission for the immensely talented @fvckingavengers ‘ quarantine writing challenge. Also, I’d like to credit @angelkurenai since her soulmate AU imagines provided the main idea for this fic.

My prompt for inspiration was:

You’re all I need when I’m holding you tight / If you walk away I will suffer tonightI found a man I can trust / And boy, I believe in us / I am terrified to love for the first time / Can’t you see that I’m bound in chains? / I finally found my way / I am bound to you - Bound to You by Christina Aguilera

Summary: Nobody knew why or how, but on their thirteenth birthday every person on planet Earth would start feeling this burning sensation on their left lower arm, which intensifies as the day carries on. By the time the sun goes down, the burning sensation would leave a scar, forming a name. It’s believed to be the name of the person one belongs with. The letters on your skin spell out Dean Winchester.

Warnings: angst, mild swearing

Word count: 3.275-ish

Sam Winchester is staring intensely on the map in the War room as if he watched it closely enough, it would show where his brother went from the last place he’d been spotted at. Sam is tired beyond words – he has spent every waking hour searching for Dean, even though he is not sure that the demon curing ritual would work on a Knight of Hell.

„You know we’re gonna find him, right?” Cas speaks up, making Sam jump a little.

„Cas... didn’t see you there... Uhm, sure, I know. It’s just harder than I thought.” his words don’t really comply with his facial expression.

„Well, I do not know if this is helpful, but Crowley sent me a photo a few minutes ago with a text saying ’Show this to Moose’. It depicts a woman I have never seen before.” he hands Sam the phone.

„Oh my God!” Sam’s eyes light up with excitement. „Why haven’t I thought of that?!”

„Thought of what? I think I’m in the dark here, Sam.”

But Sam is too busy looking for something in his pockets to answer. A couple of seconds later a familiar rattle indicates he found his car keys and he claps Cas on the shoulder.

„We have a long drive ahead of us, buddy.”

It‘s 2. a.m. on a Thursday night, you are wiping the bar counter with a cloth. Nothing out of the ordinary happened all evening. You started your shift around 6 p.m. at the local bar, only the regulars came in. The air was heavy with the scent of liquor and cigarette smoke. Even the old jukebox in the corner and the clatter of billiard balls sounded pretty much the same as every night.

Just as you’ve finished wiping and start washing the glasses, the main door opens then closes slowly with a squeak.

„I’m sorry but were closed! Try tomorrow, pal.” you say without looking at the newly arrived guest. It’s not a rare phenomenon that someone wants to stick around for a couple more drinks after closing time, so you don’t suspect anything. Not until the person begins talking, anyway.

’Really? I thought you’d make an exception for an old friend...”

Hearing Sam Winchester’s voice makes your blood run cold, numbing you to an extent that the glass you are holding slips out of your grasp and shatters to a dozen pieces on the floor.

„Sam...” despite your best efforts you can’t muster anything other than his name.

„I mean, I was hoping you’d be excited to see me, Y/N, but breaking glasses is not necessary. Or safe.” he chuckles, sitting down on a bar stool.

„Shut up, smartass!” you intend to look serious, but a smile creeps on your face, nevertheless.

There’s a long moment of silence. Neither of you want to spoil the joy of reunion so you just look at one another, taking in how the other has changed over the years. You pour two scotches and finally Sam clears his throat.

„I see you’re still covering up his name.” he states, referring to your bracelets that hide most of your left lower arm.

Oh, right. His name. Frankly, you tend to forget about those words burnt in your skin quite easily.

Nobody knew why or how, but on their thirteenth birthday every person on planet Earth would start feeling this burning sensation on their left lower arm, which intensifies as the day carries on. By the time the sun goes down, the burning sensation would leave a scar, forming a name. It’s believed to be the name of the person one belongs with. The letters on your skin spell out Dean Winchester.

You can still picture the day you got it crystal clearly.

It was around 10 p.m. when it finished burning and you were able to read it. Your father’s face turned to an ashy color and he drove you to Bobby Singer’s house where the Winchesters were staying at the time. Hearing an engine die, Bobby and John came out to see who the unexpected visitors were.

“Stay in the car!” your father ordered through gritted teeth as he got out and you obeyed.

John smiled when he recognized him, but his smile soon turned to a painful grimace – courtesy of your father’s amazing left hook.

“What the hell, man?!” he shouted in disbelief, wiping the blood off his face with the back of his hand. Bobby was visibly indecisive whether to stop the fight or let it play out.

“I could ask you the very same question, Winchester!” your father bellowed in response.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“I’m talking about the name that formed on my little girl’s arm, John! You have some dark connections, you must’ve got something to do with it!”

“It’s Dean, isn’t it?” you could see the epiphany on his face even in the poor light that filtered through Bobby’s kitchen window. “Look, pal... you and I both know damn well that this cannot be controlled.”

A long silence ensued. Only the crickets could be heard.

“Ever since my girl’s name showed up on your boy’s arm, I prayed every single night for it to be a mistake. For her to get a different name when the time comes, and you know I don’t believe in God, John!” your father’s voice cracked. “I prayed for her to get the name of a lawyer, a doctor or a dentist… somebody that’ll provide for her. And she got a hunter. Out of seven billion people, she got a hunter… I don’t want her to end up like Mary, or her Mom.”

John took a step closer and squeezed your father’s shoulder.

“Dean will take good care of her, I promise.”

You banish the memory as quickly as you can. The only thing you’re thankful for is the fact that none of your dads lived long enough to see how much of a lie John’s promise would prove to be.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t cover it up.” you answer Sam coldly and he shoots you an apologetic look.

“What about yours? Have you found your, uhm... what’s her face… Eileen Leahy?” your pronunciation earns a genuine smile from him.

“No, not yet. I’m starting to think she’s a myth.”

“Well then, she’s the luckiest myth in this whole damn world, I can tell you that much.”

You down your drink in one gulp and decide to ask what’s been bothering you ever since he set foot in the bar.

“Alright, Sam, honest talk. Why are you here? What’s up? I gave you this address for emergencies and the fact that we’re having a face-to-face conversation right here, right now is a bad sign in my book.”

He looks like he’s contemplating the way to present the situation to you, but you’re having none of it.

“No need for sugarcoating, hot stuff, just spill it.”

“Dean’s a demon.”

You’re not sure if you’ve heard it right or the scotch you’ve just drunk was spiked.

“Excuse me?”

“Dean’s a demon. He died with the Mark of Cain on his arm and he turned into a Knight of Hell. Gone rogue. I want to fix him, but you know Dean... it’s damn hard to find him when he doesn’t wanna be found.” he flashes you a smile but when you don’t replicate it, he continues “I’m here because he’s here, Y/N. Based on my intel, he’s been visiting this bar to see you. Will you help me cure him?”

With a blank stare you pour yourself another drink, now wishing for it to be spiked.

The next day after closing you don’t get into your car immediately; you decide to light a cigarette first. Sam’s words are still echoing in your ears. A demon? And he’s been visiting the bar to see you? Why the hell would he do that? You’re about to stub the remainder of your cigarette when you hear his voice from behind you.

“I always thought you looked incredibly sexy when you smoked, darlin’. Turned me on so much.”

You spin around on your heels just to bump straight into Dean’s chest. He grabs hold of your arms to steady you. His touch gives you goosebumps, but you compose yourself swiftly. You cannot allow him to see the effect he still has on you, even after everything that happened.

“I know, Dean, you made it clear quite a few times with your actions… what I don’t know, however, is the reason behind your little visit... so, a fucking explanation would be nice. But first, let go of me!”

“That’s such an ugly word from such a pretty mouth… and to be honest, I think you know damn well what I’m doing here. A birdy tells me Sammy paid you a visit and I doubt that he didn’t share a few things about me, Y/N. As for letting you go… sorry, no can do.” he smirks.

“What do you mean ‘no can do’, Winchester?!” you ask sharply, panic rising withing you.

“Well, more precisely, I don’t want to. I’ve missed you.” he leans in closer to your face “And frankly, I don’t want you to put those engraved demon cuffs on me that peek from your back pocket, sweetie.” he whispers against your lips.

“Okay. How ‘bout the ones Sam is about to put on you?” you whisper back, causing him to furrow his brows in confusion and lean away. This gives you enough space to headbutt him and he automatically stumbles a step backwards, allowing Sam to cuff him from behind.

With united forces you manage to hustle Dean into the trunk of your car.

“You know, demon or not, it’s nice to know some things never change. You’ve always let your dick do the thinking instead of your brain.” you tell him condescendingly before closing the trunk.

When Dean wakes up in the Men of Letters’ dungeon restrained, at first, he’s perplexed. Then as realization slowly hits him, his face becomes distorted with fury and he starts wriggling in an attempt to break free, but he doesn’t succeed. A frustrated, unhuman-like growl leaves his throat. You watch this with undeniable pleasure.

„Mornin’, sunshine!” you greet him jovially.

There’s a short silence as he watches you prepare some syringes on the nearby iron table.

„So, you’re the one who’s gonna do it, huh? Or at least try...” he says arrogantly.

„Yup!”

„Now that’s funny ’cause you see I thought you hated needl-„ but you don’t let him complete his sentence as you pierce your skin faster than he could finish it. Your blood fills up the syringe in no time.

You walk over to him and sit on his lap in a straddling position.

„I do hate needles, Dean.” You admit „Kudos for remembering. But I’m pretty sure that you’ll hate what comes next even more than I hate them and that makes it worth it.”

Before he could react, you stab him in the neck with the syringe, completely emptying its content into his artery. The unhuman growl breaks out once again, but this time it turns into manic laughter.

„Wow, that was exciting!” he exclaims as his eyes turn black „Almost as exciting as Jo holding me at gunpoint when we first met. But just almost... You know, there were times I wished it was her name on my arm instead of yours.”

„Interesting. Because there were times I wished it was your brother’s name on mine, but I guess we can’t always get what we want, now can we?” you shrug and walk back to the table, not minding Dean’s pitch-black stare. He thought he could hurt you since Jo was your best friend, but you manage to hit closer to home.

You sit down on a chair, place your legs on the table and put your headphones on.

„What are doing?” Dean asks, clearly upset.

„You didn’t seriously think I was gonna listen to your annoying blabber until the next shot, did you?” he opens his mouth to reply but you turn on the music on your phone and start lip-syncing to ’Dream on’ by Aerosmith.

In the following four hours you administer the next four shots, each at every clock turn. Dean says something insulting each time and you try to ignore him each time - with more or less success.

“Alright, hot stuff, time for the sixth shot!” examining your arm you realize it starts resembling to a needle pillow, but you draw another fix for him all the same.

This time he appears calmer. He’s not trying to pull his head away or even bite you like at some previous occasions. No shouting or growls either. You can see he started sweating, the small drops glisten on his skin like illuminated diamonds. Could the ritual actually be working?

You’re halfway back to the table when he calls you by the nickname he gave you, forcing you to turn back.

“I just want you to know I admire you. I really do, Y/N. Seeing you put this much effort into this makes me wish I put more in our relationship.” he shoots you a sad, crooked smile.

“Careful, Dean. If you don’t stop attempting to manipulate my emotions, I’m gonna punch you in the face. Again. But this time harder.” you warn him.

“I’m not toying with you. I honestly wish.”

“Well it’s kind of too late for that, isn’t it?” you take a step closer to him and pull up the bracelets on your arm. “See these words? They are the sole reason I’m here and doing this. Okay?”

“Who are you trying to fool, sweet thing? Me or yourself?”

“Shut up, asshole.”

Your hands tremble when you get back to the table and put the headphones on. You feared this moment would come and here it is. He’s trying to get under your skin. And it’s working.

Later on when you approach him with the seventh shot, he tilts his head to the side, offering his neck.

“Go on.” he encourages you and you take the opportunity. The ferocious, invincible being Sam chained down is nowhere to be seen – a broken man with beautiful green eyes looks longingly at you instead.

“There’s one more to go and you’ll be your annoying self again, hot stuff.” you tell him softly, relenting a little.

“And you?”

“I’ll be on my way to the farthest place from here.” you decide to tell him the truth, which seems to render him speechless for a minute.

“Why do you hate me so much, Y/N?” I mean, I know I’ve never been the high definition of an awesome boyfriend, trust me, but the amount of resentment I sense baffles me.” he asks, sounding genuinely intrigued.

The ball of uneasiness in your stomach grows two sizes in the span of a minute.

“You’ve lost your right to ask such personal questions four years ago, Winchester. You’ve lost it when you left that letter on the kitchen counter, and you walked out on us!” you say in a strained voice.

Suddenly, all the memories you‘ve worked so hard to suppress flood back in.

When Sam jumped in the pit, Dean was lost. His self-destructive behavior foreshadowed a gruesome end and you just couldn’t let him spiral down like that. You made arrangements and got out of the life. Rented a house in the countryside and started living like a normal couple. Beforehand, your relationship was stormy to say the least, but settling down steadied it a lot. Everything was picture perfect for about a year - then you found that damn letter when you arrived home from work. Dean explained in it that Sam was alive, and he needed some time to figure stuff out. You didn’t even get the chance to tell him what you learned that day… and this was the last straw. You never contacted Dean Winchester again, nor did you speak to him directly. Your liaison was Sam up until that night in the bar’s parking lot.

Dean’s voice brings you back to reality.

“My brother came back from the dead… I was confused, Y/N. Just like I wrote, I needed time! After a while I was trying to reach out to you, but you refused to even-“he stops mid-sentence “Wait a minute… walked out on you… as in… plural?”

You nod mechanically and his eyes widen.

“Wha-what happened?” he chokes out eventually.

“I was pregnant. Then miscarried. Don’t worry about it.”

Is that really a teardrop running down his cheek, or are you imagining things?

“Don’t worry about it?” he raises his voice in disbelief. “That’s all you’re gonna say about it?!”

“I don’t want to say anything else, Dean. Because if I pull on that thread again, my mind will go to a dark, lonely place and I think I deserve better than that.”

“Goddamnit…” he exhales loudly, then continues “When all of this is over, I want you to stay.”

“Beg your pardon?”

“I want you to stay with me. Here. I want a clean slate, a-a new beginning.”

You can’t comprehend what’s happening. One minute you were curing your ex-boyfriend from demonism, and the other he wants to start things over despite your history together.

Instead of replying, you fill up the last syringe and administer the eighth shot quickly, then deliver the required incantation. Just as you finish, Sam enters the dungeon and you run past him straight to your car. You open the door but before you could sit in somebody closes it from behind. You don’t have to turn around to know who it is, but you do it anyway. Dean takes your left arm and reveals his own name.

“I remember the night you got this thing. I was in the house when you and your dad arrived at Bobby’s and I witnessed the whole ordeal. I know that ‘til now I did a crappy job keeping the promise my dad made to yours but give me one last chance to do it right, okay?”

You look away, trying to blink back a few tears that want to escape your eyes deperately.

“I don’t know, Dean…”

He gently grasps your chin to make you face him.

“You know, when Sam gave me your message saying you don’t need me anymore, I thought – fine. If you don’t need me, I don’t need you, simple as that. But it was a lie. I only realized how big when I became a Knight of Hell… I enjoyed killing, Y/N. I enjoyed killing so much that it scared the crap out of me. But all this darkness and anger brought on by the mark alleviated one night when I accidentally stopped at that bar and saw you…”

“Damn, Winchester, are we having a chick-flick moment here?” you ask, trying to take the edge off the situation while wiping your eyes.

“Yeah…I guess we are. But don’t tell anyone ‘cause it would ruin my reputation.” he whispers the last part.

You scoff loudly.

“What reputation are you talking about, exactly? I think you lost every bit of it back in the parking lot when I kicked your demon ass.”

“Oh, well, I guess you’re right, sweet thing.” he admits with a breathy laughter.

“As for a second chance… fine. But fail to keep that promise once more and I’ll be gone for good. Understood?”

At first a look of genuine surprise spreads on his face but it soon gets switched up by gratitude. He places a feather light kiss on your lips as confirmation.

Truth be told, you could never leave him just as he could never leave you – at least not permanently. No matter the pain and the misery, you belong with each other. Your souls are bound by an invisible lace that nothing can tear apart.

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yet-another-fan-girl9 · 4 years ago

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Different Worlds (6)

Summary: You’re the youngest Winchester, a girl who needs to show her big brothers that she doesn’t need help. Then one day, on a totally normal vampire hunt that you had all under control, three meddling Avengers come barging in.

Warnings: language, violence, canon divergence, slow burn, me making stuff up

Word Count: 2342

A/N: I hope you all enjoy reading this chapter as much I enjoyed writing it! Please comment your thoughts and if you want to be added to the taglist! 💗💜💙

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Chapter 6: In Which Dean Is an Annoying Cockblock on Earth and in Hell by Fall Out Boy

“You’re back soon.” The words spilled from Jack’s mouth when he saw Bucky.

“Yeah, I just…” Bucky shifted his feet awkwardly. Why did he come here again? He certainly was curious at everything that was going on, but there was something, someone, else.

“Come in.” The young man stepped aside and Bucky stepped into the bunker. “Did you want to see (Y/N)?”

“That would be great.” The ex-assassin did feel more comfortable around (Y/N) rather than her brothers.

They passed the library where the team had learned about the supernatural. Today, the tables were covered in strange items, bowls, and open books. Nobody was doing anything with them at the moment, though.

Jack led Bucky deeper into the bunker which seemed empty at the moment. Bucky studied the man in front of him. He didn’t look like a great fighter, but after everything that was revealed to him, Jack could totally kick his ass. They walked down a hallway before coming to a stop in front of one of the doors.

“Everyone’s getting ready,” Jack explained. Ready for what, Bucky didn’t know and Jack didn’t specify. “This is (Y/N)’s room. You can wait in here.”

He opened the door for Bucky before heading back in the direction they came from. The first thing he noticed was that (Y/N) wasn’t there. Then he saw the other door and heard the sound of running water. She was probably showering.

(Y/N)’s room was clean enough; Bucky knew that it was sometimes hard to gather enough energy to clean up. Her blankets were pulled over her bed, but it was obvious that the action was done haphazardly. Her drawers weren’t closed all the way; a sign of either laziness or being rushed. A few photographs were displayed on the nearby desk that was cluttered with crumpled balls of paper, hair ties, and a couple of knives.

Bucky smirked at the sight of the knives before turning his attention to the photos. The first one showed a group photo. He recognized (Y/N), her brothers, and Cas, but not the two other women or the man in the wheelchair. Everyone, especially (Y/N), looked much younger.

The second picture was another group picture. This time, Jack was in it so it had been taken in the past… how old was Jack? Seven years? That fact still threw Bucky off. He was used to older people looking younger, like Steve and himself, rather than the opposite.

The last photo was much older than the first one. A woman wearing a sundress and a large sun hat was smiling widely at the camera while holding the hand of a toddler. Bucky came to the quick conclusion that it was (Y/N) and her mother.

The sound of the en suite’s door opening caused him to whirl around to face (Y/N). Why didn’t he hear the water turn off? The woman looked up and gasped at the sight of the man in her room.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Bucky,” she scolded and placed a hand over her chest.

That’s when he noticed that she didn’t have a shirt on. She had on jeans and a sports bra, and he saw a tattoo above her left collar bone. Bucky still wasn’t used to seeing women in just bras. Walking down the streets of New York, there were always advertisements for women’s lingerie. It made him uncomfortable, but for some reason, he didn’t feel the same discomfort around her.

As Bucky’s thoughts ran wild, (Y/N) continued swearing.

“You scared the goddamned fucking shit out of me. Don’t do that again or I’ll use you as a sacrifice,” the woman finished her rant. Then a smile broke out on her face. “What are you doing here?”

“Just—I… uh,” the usually suave supersoldier stuttered. He didn’t know what made his brain stop working. Maybe it was because of (Y/N)’s lack of shirt? Or maybe it was just being in her presence that halted all train of thought.

“What’s wrong?” She followed his gaze and looked down before laughing. “Oh, usually I get dressed in the bathroom in case something like this happens but I forgot a shirt this time. Some people living here don’t understand personal space.” Bucky’s face grew red and (Y/N) narrowed her eyes. “Was it Jack or Cas who let you in because I know my brothers wouldn’t even let you close to my room.”

“Jack,” Bucky laughed and felt himself relax. “I didn’t mean to startle you, by the way.” A moment of silence. “Is that your mother?” He gestured towards the photo.

(Y/N) moved closer until they were standing just over a foot away. She glanced at the photo and nodded in confirmation.

“She’s really pretty,” Bucky continued. “You look like her.”

(Y/N) looked at him with a large grin on her face. “Did you just call me pretty, Sarge?”

He felt his breath hitch as she inched closer to him. Bucky was sure that she could see all the details on his face because he could see every detail of her’s. He could see a small scar near her hairline and another one above her right eyebrow. He could see into her breathtaking eyes. He followed the slope of her nose which led his eyes to her soft lips. They were beckoning to him, parted slightly as (Y/N) studied his face. When had they gotten so close? If he just bent down slightly…

“(Y/N)!” Dean’s incessant banging on her bedroom door forced them apart. “What’s takin’ so long? Get your ass moving!” Then they heard his footsteps recede.

“I have to go,” (Y/N) sighed.

She slipped on a shirt, grabbed her knives and leather jacket, and walked out of her room. Bucky followed her out and could tell she felt the same way he did at the moment: disappointed. Why did her brother have to knock then?

They emerged into the library. Everyone looked up at their arrival and everyone but Jack did a double-take when they saw Bucky. Sam and Dean’s mouths became straight lines while Rowena, who was bent over a book, smirked.

“I guess you’re the reason she was taking so long,” Cas said.

“What are you doing?” Bucky asked, mostly to (Y/N).

“We’re going to Hell,” Jack smiled.

“Crowley took the Magicae Libro while we all drank beers the other day,” (Y/N) explained. “So we’re going to Hell to take it back from that son of a bitch.”

“Don’t call me a bitch, darling,” Rowena cooed as she added something to a bowl. “Is everyone ready?”

(Y/N) gasped and turned to face Bucky with her eyes wide. “You’re not busy, right? ‘Course you aren’t, otherwise, you wouldn’t be here.” She paused for a breath. “Do you wanna come to Hell with us?”

“Are you sure that’s wise, (Y/N)?” Sam asked.

“I’ll come,” Bucky said. “I can handle myself, I’m a supersoldier.” (Y/N) smiled at him and he was glad he said yes.

“I’m only saying okay because we don’t have time to argue,” growled Dean.

Rowena motioned for Sam who walked over to the bowl, cut his hand, and let his blood mix with the other ingredients. He stepped back next to Cas. The man in the trenchcoat nodded to Sam. Cas held his hand, that began to glow, above the taller man’s wounded hand and suddenly Sam’s hand was healed. Bucky watched the interaction with awe, but everyone else seemed used to it.

“Everyone who’s going, put your hand on the bowl,” Rowena ordered. They obliged and Cas moved out of the way.

“Remember, Cas,” said Dean. “Don’t let the fire die, or we’ll be stuck in Hell.”

“I know, Dean.” The angel rolled his eyes.

“Initium ad inferna permittatur,” Rowena read from her book. She picked up a nearby candle and lit the bowl’s content on fire.

The items in the bowl sparked and the flame turned purple. Some wind started to blow through the room causing hair to get into eyes and mouths. The library’s lights flickered as a bright white light filled the room and the purple flame jumped higher. Then everything reached its max and the flame almost reached the ceiling.

Bucky closed his eyes against the light and when he opened them again they were in Hell.

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Once everyone got their bearings, you took out your weapons. You and Sam had angel blades and Dean had his demon-killing knife. Jack had his powers and Rowena had her magic.

“Here.” You nudged Bucky and held out a second angel blade. “Regular guns and knives don’t do shit to fuckers like demons.” He took it in his metal arm and examined it. “It’s called an angel blade. ‘Cause they belong to the angels. We kinda took ‘em, we did take them, but they can kill lots of things.”

Bucky smiled at you. “Thanks.”

“So where do you suppose we are?” Dean looked around.

“Somewhere in the castle,” Sam answered. “Hopefully near the throne room.”

“Looks like Fergus redecorated again,” Rowena sighed.

“Rowena is Crowley’s mom and his name was Fergus,” you whispered to Bucky when you saw his confused expression. “Don’t worry, it gave me a bit of a headache too.”

You walked quietly and cautiously down the castle’s hallways in pairs. Your brothers at the head of the line while you and Bucky lingered in the back. There were no encounters yet. Only seemingly endless doors that you knew held souls that were in line for torture. You remembered your time behind one of those doors. In total, you had spent fifteen earth days in Hell which was more like five years downstairs.

“How are you doing?” you whispered to Bucky. You were getting a bit bored sneaking around. And, of course, being in Hell wasn’t a pleasant experience.

“Fine,” he responded.

Wow, you loved his voice. Even in the literal Hell, Bucky and his voice managed to soothe you. Your mind flashed back to the moment in your bedroom. Only Chuck knew how bad you had wanted to punch your older brother for being a cockblock. Honestly, you still wanted to punch him, but now was definitely not the time.

“There’s just a general feeling of unease and despair,” he continued.

You nodded in agreement. “I never like coming here.”

“So you have been to Hell before?”

“Yep,” you said a bit louder than you intended and Rowena looked back at you with a glare. You lowered your voice and continued, “Been here both as a guest and a soul.”

“When you died,” the blue-eyed man said slowly. “You came to Hell and you were tortured?” You nodded. “I-if you don’t mind me asking, how?”

“Well, there were lots of different ways.” You trained your eyes on the ground before you. “The usual strung up on racks and cut open torture. There was some psychological torture, you know. Making you think that you’re saved, only to be brought to some demon who likes to flay people.”

You felt Bucky’s gaze and looked up to meet it. You weren’t met with pity, but rather a look of understanding. You’ve done your research on Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes and you know that he’s been through something like Hell too.

“Apparently, according to Cas, Crowley turned Hell into a giant line that souls had to wait in,” you said trying to lighten the mood.

“Can I ask you another question?”

“You just did,” you smirked at him but told him to ask away.

“You have a tattoo,” he said. “I was just wondering what it was.”

“Not really a question,” you joke. Bucky rolled his eyes, but you couldn’t help yourself. “But it’s an anti-possession tattoo.” You stop in your tracks and pull your shirt collar down to show him. “Kinda puts a damper on things when you have to kill a demon possessing your friend. All hunters get them. If you’re gonna be hangin’ ‘round us, you’re gonna need one too.”

“Can I?” He reached out his right hand and motioned towards the tattoo.

When you gave your nod of approval, he ran his hand over the inked skin, tracing it gently, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You stepped closer and his hand stilled.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“What for?” You bring your empty hand up to his and held it to your chest.

“That you had to be tortured. That you actually went through Hell.”

“You don’t need to apologize for that. Not at all.” You stepped closer. Close enough to feel his body heat. “I’m sorry as well. You basically went through Hell too.”

“You don’t need to apologize for that,” Bucky repeated.

His lips were so close. If you just moved forward…

The sound of someone loudly and obnoxiously clearing their throat forced you apart once more. You closed your eyes and tried to convince yourself that you shouldn’t resort to murder just because you couldn’t kiss someone. Dean continued to clear his throat until Bucky was at least three feet away from you.

While you were gearing up to kiss Bucky, the four other members of the group had made it to the end of the hallway. You made your way to the group, glaring at your oldest brother the entire way.

“About time,” he snarked and you rolled your eyes.

“I think we’re getting close,” Sam said quickly to change the subject. “Can you guys hear that?” He gestured to the ornate door that had escaped your notice.

You all became silent and the sound of music reached your ears. Everyone glanced around at each other in confusion.

“Is-is that,” you listen for a second longer, “Fall Out Boy?”

It was indeed Fall Out Boy. Dean pushed open the door and you all readied your weapons and defenses. You were met with a long table covered in food. Crowley stood at the head of the table with his arms open wide.

“Welcome to Hell.”

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buckyscrystalqueen · 5 years ago

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Little Soul Mate

Pairings: Crowley x Reader, Crowley x Age Regressed Reader

Warnings: Swearing??? IDK I put it for everything. Age regression.

Word Count: 4,597

A/N: So this story is a paused fic I have had in my files for two years that doesn’t really have a set ending because I couldn’t come up with anything else. I just want to give y’all some more content I guess. Enjoy.

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Terrified didn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling. You sat as deep into the corner of your apartment complex’s laundry room as physically possible as something monstrous clawed at the thankfully steel doors to get to you. Your two personalities raged in your brain, as tears streamed down your face. You tried to scream for help but the sound caught in your throat each time. You managed to squeak out ‘Daddy’ for a man that hadn’t existed in your life in months as the monster finally burst through the door. You closed your eyes, and curled up into yourself a little more as the beast lunged toward you before a gun shot rang out through the room.

You continued to sob and shake as the beast landed at your feet, spraying blood from the hole in his jugular across your baby Tigger slippers, your jean overalls, and the orange long sleeved, off shoulder sweater shirt you had on. You could barely hear someone ask if you were alright as adult you sobbed and slowly slipped away, and little you screamed in your mind in sheer terror, but you yelped when someone touched your knee. Your head whipped back and forth as you began to rock and beg your daddy to come back.

“What’s she saying?” Dean asked his brother as the pair of them watched you cover your ears. Sam shrugged his shoulders.

“We gotta get her out of here.” Sam said as he looked at the werewolf at his feet.

“Dude. She’s fucking crazy.” Dean said as he kicked the beast with the toe of his boot.

“She was just attacked by a fucking werewolf, of course she’s a little crazy.”

“Are you lot really going to just stand around with your thumbs up your asses all bloody day?” Crowley asked as he leaned in the door way, always up for annoying the boys. His eyebrows cocked as he looked at you, huddled in the corner. “What’s wrong with her?”

“Don’t know.” Dean said as he pocketed his gun. “Found her like this.” The King’s brow furrowed as he took a step closer to hear what you were mumbling. His brow furrowed further as he listened to the conflicting yet parallel thoughts in your head, and he quickly made the wolf disappear, as a need to comfort filled his twisted soul for the first time in decades.

“I’ve got her, boys.” He said as he came over and crouched down in front of you. “Hello, little one.” He said softly as Sam and Dean cleared out. “What’s wrong?” You shook your head as your pleas for help fell silent on your lips. “Alright. How about you come with me, and we can get you out of those filthy clothes. I don’t think Tigger appreciates the yuck, does he?” You shook your head again and looked up at him through your lashes with a sniffle. He smiled at you and held out his hand, patiently.

“I’m scared.” You whispered as you looked over at the broken door. “It’s scary.”

“I know it is.” Crowley agreed with a nod. “But I promise, I can protect you from that mean, scary beast.” You were so terrified, the concept of trusting this man at face value with your deepest, darkest secret didn’t even cross your mind. Very slowly, you reached out and slipped your blood splattered hand into his. “There’s a good girl. How about we go find a cup of milk and some cartoons, huh?”

“Chocolate?” You whispered as he pulled you to your feet.

“That sounds wonderful, little one.”

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Crowley watched you in awe as you sat on the floor of your pastel pink spare bedroom, coloring in a ‘My Little Pony’ coloring book, surrounded by stuffed animals to keep you safe. He pushed himself back and forth in your rocking chair, trying to figure out just why he, a soulless, narcissistic prick, gave a damn about the strange woman in front of him. He wasn’t any sort of caregiver; nothing like the man that you had been crying for in the basement. He also wasn’t a complete asshole like that man either. But he couldn’t help but consider the idea. But how he would go about being a caregiver in his position?

“Look it!” You said, pridefully as you picked up the book, and showed it to him.

“You did that?” He asked as he stopped rocking, and leaned forward in the chair. “That’s incredible!”

“That’s Pinkie Pie.” You said as you scooted toward him, and pointed out the characters. “And that’s Applejack. See, she’s here, too!” You said, excitedly, as you handed him the book, and grabbed the stuffed animal version of your drawing from the pile. “She’s my favorite pony.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Applejack.” Crowley said with a smile as he reached out, and shook the stuffed animal’s leg before he even thought the action through.

“She likes you.” You said as you sat back on your heels in front of him, and looked at your pony. “She thinks you seem trustable. She didn’t…” You said before your voice fell off. You bit your lip, and tears welled in your eyes as your adult brain tried to protect your innocent little side from the memory of your ex.

“Little one.” Crowley said as he leaned forward, and rested his arms on his knees. “How’s about I put a movie in for you before you take a nap. Since I know you’re safe, I’ll leave you here for now. And, tomorrow, we can go out to dinner to get to know each other. Big or Little you, I’m fine with both.” You nodded your head slowly as the adult in you took over for a moment.

“Is that thing coming back?” You whispered as you looked up at him with tear filled eyes.

“I swear to you, you are safe. I know my word means nothing yet but it’s the truth.” He reached out, and very gently wiped away your tears. You whispered ‘OK’ and nodded against his palm. “Alright, little one. Let’s see what cute pajamas you have.”

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Crowley sat on his throne, ignoring the rambling demon in front of him as he responded to little you and your unbelievable facts about orcas (because there was no way a whale weighed a gazillion tons) and big you regarding dinner plans that night. In less than twenty four hours, you had some how weaved your way into every inch of his brain. A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as Little sent another photo, introducing him to Perry the Porg (whatever a porg was. Looked more like a penguin to him), when Sam’s caller ID photo popped up on his screen. He sighed and stood up, walking out of his throne room in the middle of his minion’s sentence.

“What d’you want, Moose?”

“Hey, we’re trying to wrap up here in town. Did you give that girl the speech?”

“I’m taking care of it.” Crowley said as he glanced at his phone and the text from you about your hesitation on going out for dinner.

“It’s no big deal.” Sam said. “We’re cleaning up now, and we can head over…”

“I said I fucking have it!” He snapped! “What part of that fucking sentence do you not understand?” He hung up the phone and pulled up your texts with a shake of his head. He waited a few minutes, sending you a couple more texts to make it appear that he was ‘driving over’ before transporting himself to your apartment. He made sure that he had a different tie on than the night before, and that the scent of sulfur was gone from his suit before knocking on your door. He huffed a laugh when he heard your small squeal, and took a step back to wait for you to open the door.

“You made it.” You said with a smile as you pulled on the side of your knee length, black dress. “Come in!”

“You look amazing, kitten.” He said as he stepped into your apartment. “You ready to go?” You nodded your head slightly.

“You’re sure it’s safe?” You asked as you looked at the open door.

“I promise you. It’s safe.” He reassured as he held out his arm for you. You nodded and took it hesitantly but with every step you took toward the door, your grip tightened. You made it to the threshold when the twisted face of your neighbor running toward you stopped you cold, and sent your mind reeling.

“No.” You said as you put on the breaks, and dug your heels into the carpeted floor. “No, I can’t. Daddy, please! Please!”

“OK. OK.” Crowley said as he moved in front of you and gently pushed you a step back into your place. He shushed you softly, and pushed your apartment door closed as you burst into tears. “Hey, you’re alright, kitten.”

“He’s gunna come back.” You gasped with a frantic shake of your head. “He’s coming…”

“Little love.” He cooed as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled your shaking body into his chest. “Breathe for me.”

“I can’t.” You gasped. Crowley nodded and slowly walked you back to your couch.

“Alright, here we go. Sit down for me.” You nodded and let him lead you into a seat. He sat down beside you with a sigh, wondering briefly just how Sam and Dean dealt with people after they learn about the supernatural on a regular basis. “There’s my girl. I was in the mood for a nice slice of pizza anyways. So we stay inside for our first date.” He smiled and ran his hand down your leg to take off your heels with a smile. “My vote is for peppers and mushrooms.” Your nose scrunched as he tossed your shoes aside, and pulled your legs across his lap.

“Eww.” Crowley laughed as he grabbed one of your many blankets from the shelf under your coffee table and spread it out across your lap.

“So what does my little girl want then?” He asked as he wrapped the blanket around you.

“Cheese.” You whispered as you took the offered handkerchief from Crowley.

“Cheese it is.” He agreed. “I’ll place the order, while you find something on TV. Then we’ll talk after, alright?” You nodded your head as he passed you the remote before pulling out his phone to get one of his minions to pick-up a pizza for him. He smiled to himself as you scooted down on the couch beside him, and pulled up ‘Captain America: Civil War’. You set your remote aside and reached out to hold the side of Crowley’s suit jacket like a safety blanket. Once he hung up the phone, he held his arm out so you could scoot into it.

“You’re safe with me, little one.” He whispered as he kissed the top of your head, loving the smell of your coconut shampoo. “I know I just met you, but I swear to you, you are safe.” You nodded your head and laid your head on his chest for only a moment before someone knocked on your front door.

“Already?” You asked as You sat up while Crowley pulled the blanket off your lap. You headed over to the door, grabbing the cash Crowley held out to you on the way, and took a deep, steadying breath before opening it. Your head tilted the slighted bit to the side as a very tall man with long hair turned around with no pizza in his hands. “Can I help you?” You inquired as you held onto the door a little tighter, prepared to slam it closed if the man turned out to be a beast, too.

“Hi. My name is Sam. I umm… I was there yesterday when…” You heard Crowley sigh, loudly and you glanced over at him as he got up off your couch to come over to the door.

“Fucking part of ‘I’ve fucking got it’ did you not comprehend, Moose?” He asked as he put his hand on on the small of your back. “’s’alright, love. I know him.” Sam looked between the pair of you as you took a step back and partially hid behind Crowley. “You might as well come in. Bloody pain in my ass.” He very carefully turned you around and guided you back into the apartment as Sam shut the door behind him and followed you into the living room.

“What is this?” You asked as Crowley guided you back to the couch.

“This.” He said as he turned off your TV. “Is the conversation I wanted to have after we ate. But apparently, some people are impatient.” He looked over, pointedly at Sam as he sat down on the other couch. Crowley sighed and looked back over at you, searching your (Y/E/C) eyes as he tried to find the words to say.

“(Y/N), there is no easy way to say this, but it needs to be said. There are beasts in this world. Beasts that most people believe only exist in movies. Beasts like the werewolf that tried to attack you last night… and beasts like me.” Your brow furrowed as you tried to figure out just what he meant before he blinked and his eyes turned blood red. You were too stunned to move, too lost for words as Sam started to explain further. It took you a few moments as Crowley simply waited for your reaction.

“Are you gunna hurt me?” You whispered as tears welled in your eyes, not caring that Sam was talking at all.

“Never, kitten.” You nodded your head slowly as little moved your hand forward to brush your fingertips across his face beside his eye. His shoulders relaxed and he blinked his eyes back to their normal brown as Sam watched the exchange uncomfortably.

“What are you?”

“A demon.” He answered honestly. “Actually, to be more specific, the King of Hell.”

“So… doesn’t that mean your dead?”

“Technically speaking.” He said with a nod. “But a few years past, Sam and his brother tried to cure me. So I have a partial soul.” You nodded your head slowly and glanced over at Sam.

“Do you sleep?” He smirked and shrugged his shoulders as he leaned against the back of the couch.

“Not typically. But I can fall asleep if I want.”

“Don’t demons like haunt people, and throw shit?” Crowley smiled as he ran his fingertips across your knee.

“It’s our form of entertainment.” He chuckled. “But yes, I can make things move, and I can make myself invisible.” Your eyes went wide and a smile spread across your face as you shifted on the couch and crossed your legs.

“Do it! Pretty please?” With a slight nod and a huff, Crowley disappeared before your eyes. You could still feel his hand on your knee and could still see the impression of where he was sitting on the couch.

“When you’ve lived as long as I have.” His disembodied voice said as he made the vase on your table levitate. “You have to have some fun.” You gasped as the vase went flying across the room and hit Sam directly in the stomach. He grunted, and bent over double as the vase floated back to the table and Crowley reappeared with a smug smile. “Told you, I’d handle it.”

“Fuck you, Crowley.” Sam said as he got up. “I’d run, and run fast, (Y/N)…”

“Noted.” You said as someone else knocked on the door.

“I’ll see him out.” Crowley said as he picked up his money from the table. With a nod of your head, you sat back against the couch to try to wrap your head around the new news. After some yelling on Crowley’s part, he slammed your front door, and brought the pizza back for you with a smile. “It’s actually from Italy.” He said as he set it down on the table in front of you. “Perks of being the King.”

“Can I ask you something?” You said as you grabbed a slice and a tissue for a napkin. “Why would a demon show interest in someone like me?”

“Truthfully?” He said as he sat down beside you and crossed his legs. “I have no idea. Typically, I don’t tolerate people. But there’s something about you that I can’t walk away from even if I tried. And don’t ask what because I don’t have a bloody clue. You’re just something special. You’re too damn adorable.” Your face flushed and you curled into yourself as you tried to use your half eaten pizza to hide your face. “That doesn’t help your case, kitten.”

“Quit!” You whined as you poked his side with your toes. He chuckled as he reached out to rub your ankle.

“Sorry, kitten. Not possible.” You scrunched your nose at him and reached out to turn your TV back on with an embarrassed smile. You glanced over at his smiling face and turned a brighter shade of red.

“Will you quit!”

——

“She came around when I was in high school.” You said softly as you looked over at the closed spare bedroom door while leaning against Crowley’s side with your legs over his lap. “I was such a loner back then. My parents had gotten divorced the summer before my freshman year and started using me and my big sister as pawns in their divorce. It became a literal living hell and it got so bad, that my sister ran away. We haven’t seen or heard from here in years, and I got blamed for it. I didn’t know how to handle it all. So I started to regress.”

“Oh, kitten.” Crowley sighed as he brushed his hand up your shins.

“It’s OK.” You said with a shrug. “I survived it. And Little… well, she kinda just stuck around. I spend more time being little now a days than I do being big. It’s the only coping mechanism I know.”

“So what happened to your last ‘Daddy’?” He asked as he shifted a bit to see your face. You sighed deeply and ran your fingers through your hair as you met his eyes.

“Michael was an asshole. He didn’t understand the concept of caregiver and basically just wanted a sex slave. He was a sweetheart to start out with but after a few months, being little got in the way. He wanted me to support him, wanted me to take care of him.” You scoffed and shook your head as you briefly relived the last fight you had before you locked him out of your apartment. “He wanted a woman that knew her fucking place in the world. And I wasn’t having it.”

“Good for you, kitten.” He said as he ran his fingers through your hair.

“I just… I had to protect the part of me that was there to protect me. It’s like a split personality but I’m aware of everything that happens in both mindsets and both mindsets are there all the time. Like now, the little half of me is singing the theme song to a classic show called ‘Popples’ on repeat. Which is annoying as hell but I just ignore it… usually. Sometime she’s insistent about it, though. And at that point, I just let her win.”

“She is quite the presence.” He chuckled. “Would you mind if I stuck around to get to know both of you? I don’t know much about this… hell, I’m not even sure I’d be good at it…”

“You would be.” You said with a nod. “Just the bit of protectiveness I’ve seen proves that.”

“Well thank you.” You nodded your head and gently pat his hand to get up to use the restroom.

“It takes a special someone to be a Daddy.” You said as you pulled the hair tie from your wrist and threw your hair up in a loose, messy bun. “It’s not for everyone.” If it was possible, Crowley’e heart stopped as he looked at the small, blob like, ‘L’ shaped birthmark on the back of your neck. It was something he never believed existed, no matter how many times he had looked at the exact same mark on his left arm for centuries on both his human body and his meat suit.

“Love, is that a birthmark?” Crowley asked as he gestured to the soul mate mark that explained everything about how he felt about you. You looked back at him as you reached back and rubbed your fingertip across the spot with a smile.

“That it is.” You said with a shrug as you paused in the doorway to the master bedroom. “I used to hate it because kids used to say it looked like a penis but I could never bring myself to have it removed. I’ll be right back. I wanna get out of this dress.” He nodded his head slowly as he reached up to absentmindedly press his thumb into his own mark.

“Well I’ll be fucking damned.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Guthrie what do you know about soulmates?” Crowley asked as he sat on his throne, scouring the internet for any sort of information on the apparently archaic concept. His second in command looked over at him from the clipboard in his hand with his eyebrows raised.

“Sir?”

“I didn’t stutter.” He said as he exited out of another webpage with useless information.

“Well sir.” Guthrie breathed as he dropped the clipboard to his side. “When I was a boy, my mother used to tell us that they were called twin flames or twin souls. It translated to a single soul, split between two people, through multiple reincarnations to gain live experience, before meeting again in their final lifetime on the planet so that they may ascend together. Soul mates are different. They are part of a family that help you grow and evolve.”

“So twin flames are the common understanding of soulmates.” Crowley clarified as he switched his search to ‘twin flames’.

“As I understand it, yes.” The King nodded his head as he added ‘mark’ and ‘lore’ to the end of his search.

“Do you believe it could be possible that flames could transcend the realm of living and dead?” Guthrie looked back up from his clipboard as Crowley closed out another useless website.

“I don’t believe so, sir. It could be possible but since most of the deceased on Earth have no soul…” Crowley nodded his head as he turned off his screen and got up from his chair.

“You’re not helping.” He said before disappearing to the library of the Bunker. Sam barely glanced up from his research as Dean threw his book down on the table.

“Damn, and I was hoping to go one fucking day without seeing your face.”

“Shut it, Squirrel.” Crowley snapped as he quickly read the book titles on the shelves before walking over to grab the book he was looking for. Sam and Dean exchanged a glance as he pulled three books off the shelf, and headed over to one of the tables.

“What uh… what are you looking for?” Sam asked hesitantly.

“None of your bloody business.” Crowley snapped as he flipped through the first lore book for the information he wanted. He stopped when he found a page referencing soul marks. He let out a small sigh of relief as he picked up the book and started to read as he walked slowly toward the archway between the map room and the library. He leaned up against the pillar and made himself a drink as he tried to soak up every ounce of information he could.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Dean asked as he got up to see what Crowley was reading. He managed to get only part of one of the titles, before the books went flying across the room.

“Don’t be a nosy prat.” Crowley said, dismissively as he closed the book he was reading and grabbed it and the two others that were floating in mid air in front of him. “I’ll return these when I’m done with them.” He barely heard Sam’s sigh as he disappeared back to his personal chambers to finish reading until you texted him when you got home from your waitressing gig.

“Makes sense.” He mumbled as he sat down in front of his fireplace, and opened the next book that involved the Greek mythology book that he assumed would be able to expand on the original knowledge he knew about soulmates. “Oh, kitten. What are we gunna do with all this?”

——

You hadn’t walked three feet into your apartment after yet another shitty day, when Crowley appeared directly in front of you. Your bottom lip popped out and tears welled in your eyes almost instantly as you dropped your purse on the ground.

“They’re just so mean.” You cried as Crowley’s heart melted impossibly more.

“Come here, little one.” He cooed as he held open his arms. You nodded your head and shuffled forward as tears spilled from your eyes. He held you tight and kissed the top of your head with a smile. “Now what happened, kitten?”

“I got fired because I refused to spend another two hours after my shift ended doing someone else’s side work. I’m sick of being pushed around there!”

“Well then it’s a good thing you got fired, then, right?” He asked as he picked you up and carried you toward your bedroom to get you changed.

“Just another fucking job I can’t fucking do.” You squeaked.

“No, kitten.” He said as he set you down beside the bed. “It’s not that you can’t do the job… arms up.” You nodded your head and put your arms in the air as he tossed your old apron out of the bedroom. “You could do the job. It just shouldn’t have been your damn job to do other people’s work.” You nodded your head and sniffled as you held onto his shoulder and stepped out of you work shorts. “That is just asinine.”

“That’s what I said.” You agreed as he grabbed one of your many, blue, oversized sweaters and a pair of cloud patterned sleep shorts from your closet.

“Well you don’t need that, princess. You deserve so much better than that. Up.” You nodded your head in agreement as you lifted your arms in the air and let him put on your sweatshirt. “I brought you something.” You smiled at him and sniffled as he pulled the hem of your sweater into place over your shorts. He stood up straight and studied you for a moment before holding out his hand and making a tiny, stuffed turtle appear in his palm. “You didn’t have a turtle…” You squealed loudly and snatched the baby from his hand before he could even finish his sentence.

“He’s so cute!” You cooed as you cuddled the turtle to your chest like a baby. Crowley smiled and reached up to brush your hair back behind your ear.

“First, he needs a name.” He said. “Then, he needs to meet his brothers and sisters, right?” You nodded your head as you followed his lead into little space, letting the anxiety of losing yet another job slip away.

“Franklin.” You said as you looked up at him. He nodded his head and smiled at you with a small huff of a laugh.

“Franklin it is.”

#Crowley x reader #Crowley x Age Regressed!Reader #Little Soul Mate

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supernaturaltfwmeme · 5 years ago

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Between the lines. Part 6

Summary:The reader is at Stanford with Sam and a few other familiar faces. She gets introduced to Dean, an FBI agent for help with a paper. The two grow even closer when Dean learns about her daughter and her troublesome situation. Check out the other parts here.

Pairing: Dean x reader.

Warnings: Language, Domestic abuse.

A/N: tags open! A big thank you once again to @waywardaardvark79, i don’t think i could of done this without your help and support.

Deans POV

Today was my first day of in a while and I was heading over the Cas’s house to hangout. We lived close enough to each other that I could walk. I got there and just walked in, I was literally here all the time anyway.

“Hey meg.” I said to the short brunette when I walked into the kitchen.

“Hello, Dean. Clarence is in the yard with Claire.” Meg Said carrying on with what she was doing. I walked over to the sliding door and made my way out side.

“UNCLE DEAN.” Claire screamed running away from Cas towards me. I scooped her up into my arms spinning her around.

“Hey angel.”

“I have a friend coming over today.” Claire said excitedly.

“Wow that’s great angel, what are we playing today?”

“Can I ride my bike?”

“ooo I don’t know about that you’ll have to ask your dad.” Claire squirmed out of my arms and ran back to Cas.

“Can I daddy?”

“Go on then.” Cas smiled. Claire ran off to grab her bike. About 10 minutes later me and Cas were sitting on the deck drinking a few beers watching Claire play, with her friend Amelia.

“So” Cas said turning to me. “How are things going with y/n?” I didn’t even bother to keep the smile off my face.

“She’s still with her boyfriend, and I'm sure he’s hitting her but if she doesn’t tell me that there’s nothing I can do about it without seeing it. But I mean other than that I think it’s going ok we went on a kind of date a few days ago, not that I told her that’s what it was.”

“I never thought I'd see the Day Dean Winchester Openly talked about his feeling, and about a girl.” Cas said pretending to be shocked.

“Winchester?” Amelia said interrupting.

“Yeah, that’s my last name.” Amelia’s eyes went wide.

“That’s my uncle Sammys last name too!” I looked at Cas clearly confused.

“Sam Winchester?” I asked.

“Yeah uncle Sammy is friends with my mommy.” She said before running off back over to Claire.

“Well that was weird.” I muttered to myself.

“Indeed.”

Around five o’clock Claire and her friend were playing upstairs and Meg was in the kitchen cooking dinner. Me and Cas were sitting in his office that was downstairs. There was a knock at the door and Cas went to answer it, I heard voices out in the hall and then Meg shout up to Amelia that her Mommy was here. My curiosity got the better of me, I had to see who Sam’s friend was that he’d never mentioned. I leaned against the doorframe and saw a very familiar looking woman.

“Please don’t tell Dean!” She said to Cas. I could hear the panic in her voice. Y/n was Amelia’s mom. She never told me she had a kid. Sam knew and he never told me. How could she lie about something like that. I thought we were friends.

“It’s a bit late for that sweetheart.” y/n span around to face me. She looked as if she wanted to say something but before she could Amelia interrupted.

“Mommy.”

“Hey baby girl did you have fun today?” She asked her daughter completely turning her attention away from me. Looking at Amelia now I don’t know how I didn’t put the pieces together sooner. She looked just like her mom.

“Yes mommy, can I Come back again tomorrow.” You laughed.

“Maybe another time baby. Go get your shoes.” As soon as Amelia left the room Y/n turned back to face me.

“I can explain everything.” She glanced at the clock behind me “Just not right now we’re already late.”

“Save it sweetheart.” I wasn’t as angry as I was letting her think. If anything I was hurt. I Grabbed my coat and walked out not even sparing her a second glance.

I got in my car and drove around for hours not even sure where to go, I wasn't even paying attention. I eventually found myself pulling up outside Sam and Jess’ apartment building. I got out of baby and made my way to their apartment, bring up a shaky hand to knock on the door.

The second the door opened I let slip the words that had been playing on repeat for hours in my head.

“She has a daughter.” Sam moved to let me inside. I started pacing the living room.

“She finally spoke to you then.” Sam sighed sounding relieved.

“No Sam she didn’t, I was at Cas’ and Claire had a friend over and when her friend's mom came to pick her up it was Amelia. How could you not tell me Sammy?” I ran a hand through my hair.

“It wasn’t my place to say but I did try and convince her, she tried to the other day actually.”

“What? When?”

“The day you broke her out of Crowleys class, when you got a call from Lisa.”

“Then why didn’t she?” I asked getting frustrated.

“Because she likes you Dean, but she heard you tell your ex that you refused to raise a child that’s not yours and she realised you two couldn’t work out.” I stopped pacing.

“Oh god Sammy no I-I didn’t mean it like that, well I did but I.” I sighed defeated sitting down on the couch. I may as well just tell him.

“Lisa cheated on me and now she’s pregnant. She wanted me to play happy families so her parents wouldn’t cut her off.”

“Dude that’s messed up.”

“I know that what I meant when I said I wouldn’t raise a kid that’s not mine, I didn’t know Amelia even existed. Hell, I don’t care that y/n has a kid, I just don’t want to raise the child the woman who cheated on me and the guy she cheated with.” I put my head in my hand. This whole situation was so fucked, of course you didn’t want to tell me after hearing that.

“So is Daniel..?” I trailed off not really wanting the answer to that question.

“He’s not the father dee, just her boyfriend.”

“So then why the hell is she with him, I know he’s hitting her even if she won't admit it.” I felt a tear slide down my face, I didn’t even have the energy to move it.

“She finally admitted it to me and Charlie after we cornered her about it, that’s how I found out about Amelia. Hell, Charlie only found out a few weeks ago she doesn’t let anybody know about her dee.” Sam explained.

“Then why is she with him, why won't she let us help?”

“He’s got her trapped dee, she thinks no one will want her and she’s got no place to go, he pays all the bills. He’s got her on lockdown too, she’s only allowed to go to school and run Amelia around. He even made her quit her job.” Sam sat down next to me.

“Sam I gotta go, she thinks I'm mad at her I've got to fix this.” I said practically rushing out of there door. Nearly knocking Jess down as she was coming inside.

“What was that all about?” Jess asked Sam.

“That is a very, very long story.” Sam sighed.

I made what should have been a 20-minute drive to Y/n in 5. When I got there only her car was outside so I assumed Daniel was out. Before I could get out of the car Amelia came running outside, her white top now stained red. I moved before I could think rushing over to her.

“Hey Amelia it’s Dean, do you remember me?” I asked her as calmly as I could checking her for injuries but I found none. The blood wasn’t hers.

“Y-Your Claire's uncle.” She said still sounding a little scared.

“You remember how you told me I have the Sam last name as your uncle Sammy?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s because he’s my little brother, look.” I showed her a photo on my phone of me and Sam.

“Does that make you my uncle too?” It’s a question that should of come out excited when you got to meet her properly, not scared.

“Something like that Princess. Where’s you mommy?”

“She in her room, I heard Daniel yelling and then he left and when I went to find her she was bleeding.” Amelia barely finished her sentence before bursting into tears. I could feel my heart drop in my chest. I picked the little girl up placing her on my hip and carrying her inside. I walked up stairs with Amelia and stopped once I saw y/n lying on the ground.

“Hey Amelia, go pack some clothes for yourself, you’re gonna stay with uncle Sammy tonight.” I told her setting her down. As soon as she was in her room I ran over to y/n and checked for a pulse. She had one but it was weak. I sent a quick text to Sammy before calling an ambulance

Sammy got there first running into the house and up the stairs.

“DEAN!”

“IN HERE!”

“Is she ok? What happened?” Sam asked the second he saw y/n.

“I don’t know Sammy I called an ambulance they’re on the way. I need you to take Amelia and get her out of here, she doesn’t need to see her mom get taken away in an ambulance. She's seen enough.” I said trying to stay calm. I could see Sam’s mind working over time trying to process what was going on. I could tell he wanted to stay, but he knew I was right. I tossed him the keys to baby. He grabbed Amelia and left. As soon as I heard the rumble of baby’s engine fade, the sound of sirens approaching started to get louder.

“Hang in their Sweetheart. Helps almost here.”

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ineffably-good · 5 years ago

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Flufftober #24: Photographs

Summary: Aziraphale waves through history. Crowley mostly worries.

Crowley walked into the shop one morning and slapped a book down on the desk. Aziraphale only got a glimpse of the cover but it seemed to be a coffee table book of key historical photos from the last century.

The demon flipped it open to a page he’d already bookmarked and looked at the angel expectantly.

“What are you on about?” said Aziraphale, honestly confused.

“Take a look.”

Aziraphale leaned in and examined the page. On it was a large black and white photograph. “Oh yes,” he said, academically. “I recognize that! It’s a picture of the train they used when they signed the Armistice of 1918, near the end of the Great War.” He looked up at Crowley expectantly.

“Not that,” Crowley said, leaning in and grabbing the magnifying glass that the angel always kept on the desk. “This!”

Crowley pointed at one of the small windows of the train behind the group of important-looking men standing beside it. Through the magnifying glass, you could see the faintest hint of a man with what appeared to be shockingly white hair, sitting in a seat on the train, his hands primly folded in his lap.

“Oh,” Aziraphale said, embarrassed. “Well, you see, I happened to be there that day and of course I didn’t want to be part of the group on the stairs, so I thought I had hidden myself away inside the train. I had no idea you could see me so clearly!”

“Uh huh,” the demon said dubiously, and turned back another dozen or so pages. “And this one?”

Aziraphale glanced at the page. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

Crowley stabbed a finger at the picture of Teddy Roosevelt, waving from a car during his inaugural parade in 1905. A few family members are in the backseat and in the background, blending in for once somewhat inconspicuously with the background of onlookers on the street, is the angel.

“So, I was there! Hundreds of people were there!” Aziraphale said archly. “Why is that a problem?”

Crowley frowned at him and continued flipping through the book. He pointed out the angel in the background as the Wright brothers took off at Kittyhawk, at the first meeting of the League of Nations, watching the inauguration of King George VI, celebrating at the end of the Spanish Civil War… He wasn’t obvious in any of the photographs, but once you knew what to look for, that shockingly bright hair really stood out against the sea of dark hair and hats.

“There’s literally NO way this is all by accident,” Crowley said, fixing Aziraphale with a look.

“Oh all right,” Aziraphale sighed. “The truth is – well, for a while I made a hobby of, well, trying to end up in as many important historic photographs as I could. It was just for a lark.”

Crowley gave him a blank, disbelieving stare. “Angel, these could be dangerous to you! What if someone other than me figures out that you’ve been in all these important moments, essentially unchanged, through history?”

“Oh, I think that’s rather unlikely.”

“It’s very likely, since a large number of them seem to be gathered up in this particular book!” Crowley said.

“My dear, no one actually looks at coffee table books,” Aziraphale said soothingly. “It’s probably the safest place these pictures could have ended up.”

Crowley ignored that ridiculous statement. “This,” he said direly, “is how conspiracy theories start. No, this is how witch hunts start. And you have lived through enough actual witch hunts to know better!”

Aziraphale blushed a little. Crowley didn’t really seem to be angry, it was more that he was worried, and worried always turned into these type of chiding lectures. Aziraphale didn’t enjoy being lectured, even (or especially) when he knew the demon was probably right. It hadn’t occurred to him at the time that all of these pictures could end up being collected somewhere together, or that they would even survive their time period. Who knew that photography wasn’t just a flash in the pan?

“Well, I do think you’re overreacting,” he finally said carefully, “but I suppose you have a point. Anyway, I gave it up in the 1950s. So, for all intents and purposes, no one will find me in the background of major events after the first half of the century.”

Crowley looked suspicious. “You just… gave it up?”

“Hrm?” the angel tried to look innocent.

“Why did you stop? What happened?”

Aziraphale blew a lock of hair out of his eyes and squirmed for a minute, then remembered that he was supposed to just tell the truth these days. That was unfortunate and rather annoying. “I ended up getting photographed with Elvis in a picture that made the front page of several magazines, and Above caught wind of it and told me to keep a lower profile.”

Crowley laughed in spite of himself. “Well that’s just about the first time I can say I agree with Upstairs on something in the last several centuries. Elvis???”

“It was an accident,” the angel said primly.

“Accident my ass,” the demon returned. He sighed and closed the book. “You have to be more careful. People do notice these things. How do you know there isn’t already a Web page out there about this mysterious white-haired man who always dresses like a Victorian?”

Aziraphale looked a bit delighted by that idea. “Oh, goodness, do you think there is?” he breathed. “Can we look? I wonder if they have a code name for me.”

Crowley rolled his eyes so hard it almost hurt. “Angel, if there is a web page out there about you, that is NOT a good thing. We want to be inconspicuous, remember? Not attract any of the wrong kind of attention?”

Aziraphale turned in the desk chair blinked big sad eyes up at Crowley in a way they both knew was generally like kryptonite to the demon. “Oh, dear, don’t be cross! It was just a game I played for a while to amuse myself. No harm was really done.”

Crowley pursed his lips as he looked down at his soft, adorable angel, trying to remain firm. “A foolish game.”

“Perhaps,” the angel said, a sly glint entering his eye. “But in my defense, I was largely left unsupervised. I didn’t see you at all between our fight about holy water and the day you showed up at the church in the 1940s.”

“This is my fault?”

“Well,” Aziraphale said, with an extra few blinks of his long lashes, “I was bored! And there was no one around to stop me.”

Crowley sighed fondly. “You’re so spoiled, angel.”

Aziraphale smiled at him. “You made me this way.”

Crowley ran a hand through his hair until it was thoroughly sticking up in all directions, and then gave up the pretense of irritation all together.

“I am sorry my dear,” Aziraphale said, standing up and walking over to slip an arm around Crowley’s waist. “We’re on the same page now about the low profile thing, I promise. That was just a different time, a different set of circumstances.” He snugged in and leaned his head on the demon’s shoulder.

The demon softened and raised an arm to hug back. “All right, all right,” he said. “Bygones, I suppose.”

Aziraphale gave him an appreciative kiss on the cheek.

“Can we check, though?” Aziraphale said brightly. “To see if there’s a web page?”

Crowley laughed. “Sure. I’ll help you look.”

Aziraphale smiled delightedly and headed for the back room to fire up his ancient computer. Crowley stopped for a minute before he joined him to pick up the book and run upstairs to tuck it away in a special trunk where he kept important things away from prying eyes.

There was no way he wasn’t going to hang onto something that was essentially a photo album of the decades they’d once spent apart.

With the book safely secreted away, he squared his shoulders and headed back down to come up with the most ridiculously teasing search terms he could think of for Aziraphale’s search. He had promised to help, after all.

#good omens oneshot #flufftober #ineffable husbands #idiots in love

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poisonepel · 5 years ago

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Halloween at Night Raven! ♡ Savanaclaw

【Halloween at Night Raven! Special ☆ Savanaclaw Booth】

[Prologue] [Heartslabyul] [Octavinelle] [Scarabia] [Pomefiore] [Ignihyde] [Diasomnia]

You decide to carve pumpkins.

As you made your way towards Savanaclaw’s Pumpkin Carving booth, you were very amused to see how cheesy and basic it all looked.

The booth consisted of three wooden tables, each set with some pumpkins and carving tools. Taped to the side of the middle table was a white banner with “Fun Pumpkin Carve with Savana!” written in messy black paint. Squished beneath Savana, the second half claw was scribbled in blue marker. One poorly drawn jack o’ lantern sat at the corner of the banner.

Your mind went back to Headmaster Crowley’s speech at the assembly, when he had said he was very impressed with each dorm’s contribution to the party, and you wondered whether or not Savanaclaw was included in that. This certainly didn’t look up to par with anything.

Also, you were the only visitor here. Three members of the dorm’s members were in charge of this booth—the dorm leader Leona, Ruggie, and Jack—and they were the only other people here, idly chatting at one of the tables together while cheesy Halloween songs played from a radio laying next to them. But the second they noticed you, they immediately leapt to attention.

“Oh, (Y/n)! Are you here to carve pumpkins?” Ruggie called.

“Why else would I be here?” you called back. “...Has no one else come by yet?”

“Nope!”

Now you were really starting to reconsider. Maybe you would’ve had much more fun at Diasomnia’s haunted house booth instead... They always had the most popular booth.

But, you knew these three very well, and you didn’t mind spending some time with them. Plus, if not for you, they would’ve been here alone the whole night. So you took a seat at the table next to Leona, deciding you wouldn’t mind spending your Halloween very casually with three of your favorite people.

“Well, I doubt anyone else is gonna show up, so... I guess we can start,” Leona said, placing a fat pumpkin in front of you. “Have fun carving or whatever.”

“‘Or whatever,’” Ruggie echoed, his voice tinged with annoyance. “Why’d you even pick this dumb kids activity anyway? Nobody wants to do it. I bet (Y/n)’s only here ‘cause they felt bad for us. Huh, (Y/n)?”

“...I-I was actually looking forward to this,” you admitted.

“Uh, Howl’s the one who thought of this, not me,” Leona clarified, brushing over you. “So if you’ve got any complaints, direct them all to him.”

Jack scowled. “We only went with this ‘cause your lame ass couldn’t think of anything better.”

“Well neither could Ruggie’s.”

You let out a small smile at the trio’s bickering, knowing that this was a very common occurrence between them. “Carving pumpkins isn’t so bad,” you insisted. “It’s a Halloween staple!”

“Well, you do you..” Jack shoved a few carving tools in front of you, as well as some paper templates in case you wanted to use those. Ruggie, for some reason, also began sawing the top off his own pumpkin, despite the blatant distaste for this activity he’d expressed just a second ago.

“Originally we were gonna have a contest,” Ruggie informed you as he worked. “Whoever carved the best pumpkin would get to take a picture with that scarecrow over there holding their pumpkin.” He pointed over to a corner, where there was a scarecrow dressed in a ragged Savanaclaw uniform, sitting atop a pile of hay. You didn’t say it out loud, but the set-up looked hideous. “And there’s also some candy in that cauldron next to it for the winner to take, too. I picked that out. It’s the good candy.”

“...”

It really looked like these three had run to the party store last-minute and just bought all the generic Halloween decorations they could find. They even had those plastic skeletal goblets set on the table, filled with some kind of fruit drink, which they would periodically drink out of. There was no theme - just, cheap plastic Halloween decor.

“Anyway, I guess to make the night interesting, we’ll just have a contest between the four of us,” Ruggie went on. “But really it’s just between me and (Y/n) ‘cause I doubt the other two will even try.”

Jack immediately got offended. “Lay off, Bucchi. You’re just mad ‘cause I’m better than you at everything else.” Then, feeling spitefully motivated, he grabbed a paper template and began tacking it to his own pumpkin, one that he was certain would look better than Ruggie’s no matter how hard Ruggie tried.

But Ruggie only stuck his nose up. “See, Howl, you’re not even doing it right—you’re supposed to scoop out all the seeds before you tack—”

“Can you mind your damn business?”

Ruggie ignored him. “And Leona—”

Leona had been busying himself drawing on another pumpkin, a messy lion monster face in Sharpie, and was just finishing coloring in a ragged scar going through its eye. “Done.”

“You didn’t even carve it! That was the whole point of this!”

“Shut up, my pumpkin is a masterpiece.” Leona hissed, before stretching back, feeling very exhausted with all the work he had put into that 2-minute drawing.

Jack’s grin reappeared on his face. “What were you expecting from the dorm leader, Bucchi? You should be surprised he even bothered to try.”

“He can’t participate in the contest if he didn’t even carve it,” Ruggie insisted, crossing his arms. “Drawing talent isn’t the same as carving talent.”

“You call that drawing talent?!”

“...Rude,” Leona huffed. “You know I’d be more motivated if there was a better incentive. Like...” His eyes trailed around the area, before they landed on (Y/n). Then he smirked. “Hey, let’s change the rules a bit. Instead of candy, the winner gets... a kiss from (Y/n).”

“...What.” You froze. Your brows creased. Then you hesitated. “...What if I win?”

“Then you can make all of us do whatever you want.”

You took a longer pause. “...For how long?”

“Uhhh,” Leona looked up, thinking for a second. “A day?”

“Deal.”

“Wait, I didn’t agree to that—” Ruggie cut in. “I don’t like that look in (Y/n)’s eyes. Also, I don’t even want some stupid kiss anyway.”

“Yeah, what the hell?” Jack agreed. “I wanted the candy.”

“Fine, you guys can have whatever you want if you win. But I’ll get a kiss.”

“If you want a kiss from me, you’ll have to get a kiss from everyone,” you clarified. “The winner gets to pick the punishment, but it has to be the same for everybody.”

“...I don’t want a kiss from Howl.”

“Really? Howl’s been wanting one from you, though,” Ruggie grinned.

The tips of Jack’s ears immediately went red. But he didn’t spare a moment in dipping his hand inside the center bowl, which was filled with pumpkin guts, and flung a handful directly at Ruggie’s face.

“...! Howl!” Ruggie cried, alarmed, as if Jack had come onto him unprompted. He retaliated by snatching up Jack’s pumpkin and chucking it at the ground—which was not something you were expecting at all. Your mouth was agape when gourd bits splattered everywhere, staining the area with stringy, gooey, orange slime.

Jack, however, couldn’t have cared less about the pumpkin.

“Pretty sure you just got disqualified for that,” he said, knowing Ruggie was literally the only one passionate about this contest.

“...!”

Leona simpered. Now neither of them were able to participate; with Jack’s pumpkin destroyed and Ruggie disqualified, Leona had less competition, which meant a better chance to win. He didn’t even have to do any work to get them out. So he was very pleased.

“Between you and me now, babe,” he winked at you, still with that lazy smirk on his face. “And I’m changing my reward. If I win, all three of you have to be my slaves for a day.”

“...‘Cause that’s nothing new,” Ruggie muttered, rolling his eyes.

“I’ll win for you, Ruggie,” you assured him.

“Please,” Ruggie replied. “I don’t care what you do to me; I just want Leona to suffer.”

So, determined, you shot Leona a glance, who looked equally as motivated to win this contest. And then you began.

It took about an hour and a half for you to complete your pumpkin monster. By the time you were done, you were smiling very triumphantly—until something dawned on you.

“...Wait, who’s even judging the contest?”

“........”

“...Well, when we thought of this...” Ruggie started, “we thought more people would show up, so us three weren’t supposed to participate... but I guess we can do a vote? Me and Howl.”

“...!” Leona let out a low hiss, knowing fully well neither of them would ever vote for him.

And so, the winner was you.

You smiled gleefully when you got to pose with that hideous DIY scarecrow the three of them had built, holding your pumpkin monster proudly at the camera. Your photo printed on a Halloween-framed film that read, “Have a SPOOK-tacular Halloween!” with cartoon bats and ghosts on it.

According to Ruggie, Leona was the one who picked the film out when they’d gone to the party store last week. Knowing that, you cherished the photo; you thought it was cute how hard they all worked to put this together—even though it wasn’t phenomenal.

But, the Savanaclaw boys didn’t care much for the photo with the scarecrow—those three were much more eager to hear your terms for your “reward.”

“Oh, the three of you will just have to accompany me on one of my busy errand days,” you told them, “and help me with anything I need help with.”

That didn’t seem so bad.

Key word: seem.

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aziraphalesrarebooks · 5 years ago

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The Halloween Nanny Ashtoreth and Warlock fic nobody asked for. Written with lots of love and an extra scoop of sugary sweet fluff to rot your teeth.

Can be read alone here or on AO3

But is technically part of my connected oneshot collection found here: Connecting The Stars

“Nanny!” shouted the ferocious lion as he jumps into Crowley’s arms.

Halloween is weeks away and it’s a favorite of the Dowling Matriarch. She’s busy planning a Halloween costume party for local diplomats and anyone else who’s anybody. The house is to be full of people and music and there’s even to be a haunted trail in the garden. Crowley must admit it sounds fun if he wasn’t to be otherwise occupied.

“Look! I got you a pumpkin!” He’s 7 years old and is currently wearing a pair of lion footie pajamas his mother had bought for him earlier in the week. The hat was pulled up over his head, giving him a fuzzy mane of hair. It had been his day off and from what Aziraphale had said, the boy had been on his own for most of the day but had come out to the gardens when the boxes upon boxes of pumpkins were delivered.

“Brother Francis said you’d like it, I picked it out myself!” He turned around and proudly grabbed the pumpkin that was hidden partially behind his bedroom door.

“It’s perfect my little hellspawn, where shall I keep it?”

His tiny lips pursed, then his eyes glittered with mischief. “You can keep it in my window! They are supposed to scare off evil spirits. That’s what Mama said.”

Crowley had the decency not to laugh but hid the snort behind his hand. “Evil spirits you say?”

He nodded his head, confident in his ability to warn his dear Nanny about all the evils of Halloween. “She said ghosts come out because the curtains have holes in them and demons and witches…” he lowered his voice, “and even bats!”

He chortled, “Do you think your Nanny would just let any old demon get you?”

Warlock rolled his eyes, “Of course not, Nanny. You’re too scary, they would be too scared to mess with you!”

“And you must always remember that.”

“I will, love you, Nanny Ash.”

“I love you too hellion.”

“… Nanny?”

“Warlock.”

“What’s a pumpkin going to do against a demon or a witch?”

“Well, I’m sure it would hurt if you threw it at one.”

“Na-nny!”

“War-lock!” he mocked.

“Stop teasing me!”

“Well, first we will need to carve it.”

“a Jack-o-Lantern?”

“Precisely.”

“And then what?” he was making that face again, eyebrows furrowed in concentration with his lips pursed.

“Then we put a light inside of it, usually you do it a few days before Halloween; October 31st.”

“To scare off spooky things?”

He grinned, “To scare off spooky things.”

“Nanny?”

“Hm?”

“Why can’t we go to the party?”

Ah. That had been a sore spot. Warlock was ecstatic about the upcoming holiday and he assumed that it was a good thing. The Antichrist and all things considered, being excited for Halloween was probably a good sign. However, they were being sent to stay at a hotel for the night.

He’d been so upset when his mother mentioned it in passing, for months all she’d talked about was the party and how much fun it was going to be, only for her to drop that bombshell earlier in the week with the promise of left-over treats the day after.

“You and I will have our own party. Perhaps we can carve our pumpkin then?” He had a plan, Aziraphale would be off by the time the party began and then they’d meet at his flat.

To his surprise, Warlock decided to be a demon for Halloween. His reasoning was to see if the pumpkin actually worked.

He’d been insisting on scary stories every night before bed; and had, several times ended up sneaking into his Nanny’s bed to cuddle after a nightmare. He’d absolutely fixated on being a demon, pitchfork an all.

So here he was, in Crowley’s flat, wearing a bright red costume with silly horns and a pitchfork, terrorizing his plants. Although, that had probably been a bad idea on his part.

Warlock was under the impression this was just another weird hotel room.

It was odd having the kid in his home, but it didn’t feel wrong. He was thrilled; although, he’d never admit that to anyone. He loved Warlock, often thought of him more like his son than his sort of nephew. Having him in his flat, it just felt right.

“Pizza then pumpkin?”

“Yes!”

Just then, a pizza that had been planning to be eaten by a downstairs neighbor found itself being delivered to a different address. Crowley paid then shut the door.

Warlock took a big bite of the cheese pizza, smearing sauce on his cheek as he did. “Nanny?”

“Locky.”

“Nanny! I’m not 3 anymore!”

He sighed, “Yes, Warlock?” the years were going by too quickly for his liking.

“I’ve been thinking, we shouldn’t do a face for our pumpkin.”

“Well, what should we do?”

Another bite, this time with sauce being wiped onto the red pants of his costume. “What about an owl or a… cat… or… Oh! What about a snake! We could do a snake like your cool tattoo!”

It surprised him, he didn’t know what it surprised him; Warlock had often made it known how cool he thought his mark was. “A snake might be hard to do…”

“Na, we can do it! But… maybe not as loopy as yours.”

They set to work once they were finished eating and before long, an acceptable jack-o-lantern sat proudly in the demon’s window. The light flickering from inside the pumpkin, contrasting against a very acceptable snake.

“Nanny?”

“Yes, Hellspawn?”

“Do you think we could sneak past the guards and go trick or treating?”

He shouldn’t have encouraged it, but they both hated being tailed by the secret service agents and Crowley had learned it was easier to just redirect them than try and lose them. Tonight, for instance, both guards had found themselves remembering they were to be off tonight and had bid the other farewell and gone home.

“That can be arranged.”

“Hey, Nanny?”

“Yes, Warlock?”

“You should be an angel for Halloween!”

And that’s how Aziraphale found him nearly two hours later. He’d just happened to have an old angel costume laying around because when the Antichrist asks, you do it.

“My dear, you look simply heavenly.” He giggled at the picture his friend painted standing there in a long white tunic, two white tufts of feathers hanging from his shoulders that were supposed to be wings and to top it off, a fuzzy white halo atop his fiery red curls.

“Brother Francis!” He hugged the man tightly. “Come into our room! Look!” he said tugging Aziraphale into the kitchen of Crowley’s flat while pointing at the jack-o-lantern proudly.

“Oh, my dear, such a marvelous job you both did! Here, why don’t you and Nanny get together with your pumpkin so I can snap a picture.”

“Francis.” He warned.

“Now dear, in front of the pumpkin with your sworn enemy.”

“Nanny isn’t my enemy!”

“But my dear Master Warlock, demons and angels are mortal enemies!” He rolled his eyes as he heard Crowley snort. “My dear, it is your Nanny’s job to thwart your evil deeds!”

“… Nanny?”

“Yes?”

“Please don’t throw a pumpkin at me.”

Aziraphale spluttered.

“No promises, hellspawn. Angel? Picture?”

He nodded, holding up his camera and taking several photos.

“What do you say to some snacks and a scary movie?”

He nodded enthusiastically, running to where he’d seen the television earlier. If the couch was now large enough to fit the three of them, he didn’t notice. He was too busy digging into the popcorn and candies he found waiting for him.

The two settled in beside him, Brother Francis pulling a warm tartan throw over the three of them as the movie began.

Emily?

Emily!

Come little children, I’ll take thee away, into a land…

He felt eyes on him, he looked over and met the blue eyes of his Angel. His heart flip-flopped, then he quickly looked away only to glance back and smile shyly back.

He reached up and took off the fuzzy halo and placed it onto Aziraphale’s head.

“Angel.” He said grinning.

“You’d make a great angel Brother Francis, Nanny can be a demon with me. You can… thwart us!” he snuggled against the demon, turning his attention to the movie.

The two smiling at the other over the head of their little demon before turning their attention towards the movie as well.

And if years later, Adam found a scrapbook in the cottage with a photo of the three of them sitting, cuddled close on the couch. Aziraphale would just smile and reminisce while his other two boys were out pretending to collect wood for a fire.

#Good Omens #Good Omens Fic #Crowley #Aziraphale #brother fran #Nanny Ashtoreth #aziraphale/crowley #Warlock Dowling #My favorite kid ever #Halloween Fanfic #Pumpkins #He dresses up as a demon #Briefly mentioned Adam Young #Kid Fic #Ineffable Husbands #Almost Antichrist

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