#Ketch Oneshot

[5sospenguinqueen]

Sam: Why is Dean crying on the floor?

Y/N: He took one of those 'which Supernatural character are you?' quizzes.

Sam: And?

Y/N: He got Ketch.

(Dean sobs harder)

[diabolimeservavit666]

BMoL Oneshot Ideas (Part 1)

(Can't promise that it will come quick but I appreciate the responses.)

[gone-to-fight-the-fairies]

Christmas Interruption

Pairing: Ketch x reader

Word Count: 215

Your phone rung during dinner prep. "It's Sam."

Ketch groaned softly, leaving the potatoes half mashed as he crossed the kitchen towards you. Your thumb hovered over the answer button, but Ketch's hand gently wrapped around yours.

"They can do without you, at least this once."

"It could be him wishing us a merry Christmas."

"I highly doubt that." Ketch kissed your cheek. You nodded sadly, declining the call.

The second ring earned an eye roll. The third received an aggravated groan. "I'm sure whatever threat is out there can wait until after Christmas dinner."

Your phone beeped, and you played the voicemail. "Hey, Y/N, it's Sam. I'm sorry this is awful timing, but we're in Iowa tracking Michael. We could use some extra hands. Call when you can. Uh, Merry Christmas to you and Ketch."

Ketch raised a brow. "You know I despise being right." You bit your lip, eyes darting left in thought. When you said nothing Ketch continued. "It isn't fair that he manipulates you like that..."

"It's not fair that Micheal's using Dean."

You frowned, feeling all cheer evaporate from the room.

"I'll get our coats." Ketch kissed your forehead as he passed. 

(Want to be here? Ask me.)

Infinite: @mycuddlycorner @mersuperwholocked-lowlife @mogaruke @andtheraincamefalling  @supernatural-strangerthings-1980 @thewhiterabbit42 @carowinsthings 

Ketch: @heliosparadox @spencercollective  @alangel1895  @sherlockedtash88 @nobodys-baby-now @laurajw14 @blueberrykushlovexoxo-blog  @death-by-teacup  @yeahbecauseimbatman

[winchester-sisters-imagines]

Imagine Hooking Up With Arthur Ketch

Author’s Note: So, Ketch isn’t my favorite, but since seeing how him and Mary got together, I had to write this. I know this isn’t that long, but Ketch doesn’t get anything better since I don’t like him. - Haley xx 

“Well, that was better than expected,” Ketch mumbled, running a hand through your hair.

You chuckled, “Thanks.”

You and your mother Mary have been working with the British Men of Letters, even though your brothers Dean and Sam thought you were stabbing them in the back. You worked tirelessly along with the British Men of Letters before being moved to work personally with Ketch. Ketch was annoying and Dean was right when he called him a “low-grade Christian Bale,” but you could not help being attracted to him.

The hunt you two just finished including wiping out an entire vampire nest in North Dakota. You still had some energy left in you when you got back to the hotel, so you proposed a… little arrangement between yourself and Ketch.

Ketch didn’t seem taken back by it, so here you two were, laying in his hotel bed. Ketch had his arms wrapped around you while you laid your head on his chest. You nestled your head above his heart and hummed.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Ketch asked.

“I didn’t think you had a heart,” you said.

“You don’t need a heart in this business,” Ketch commented. “You just need brains. Something I’m grateful you have. You’re not like your brothers, ya know?”

“How?” you asked, rolling your head over to look up at him.

“You’re smart; you’re working with us. Plus, you’re beautiful,” Ketch smirked.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re just trying to be a sweet talker,” you whispered, pushing yourself up to hover over Ketch.

“Is it working?” Ketch asked you.

“I’m not sure,” you muttered, bringing him into a kiss.

[emily-the-fae]

Every Day is a Lullaby

A oneshot. This honestly came to my mind yesterday night, I do not know how well the idea turned out to be.

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x OC

Warnings:probably language, blood, injury, background character death, brief mentions of sex, angst mith mix of fluff

Rated: T

Mr Ketch has many sides, likable and repulsing - but which one of his faces is truly his is sometimes an uncertainty even for him.

Harper reflects on the changes on their relationship as they get out of a hunt gone wrong. While Ketch reconsiders some of his past choices... And reasons why he is still alive.

If he's a serial killer

Then what's the worst

That can happen to a girl

Who's already hurt

I'm already hurt

The first time Harper met him was a coincidence. It was long before the whole nephilim thing, long before she found out what kind of man he was, what kind of hunter he was. Yet even back then in the span of their first couple of meetings  she felt he was no good.

A stupid hunting coincidence.

Harper was not used to hunting alone. She did that to herself - separated herself from the Winchesters. However much she loved Sam and Dean, she could not bear continuously being around them, not after everything that happened. Not after Charlie. Because no matter what Dean said or how Sam reassured her - it was her fault. Charlie was a great friend. Charlie had the brightest soul. Harper was late to help her and now Charlie was no more. It was all Harper's fault.

Driving away and going head first into hunting was the outmost Winchester way of dealing with the guilt and grief. Hunting alone while slowly coming out of her lowest phase - those were the circumstances under which Harper met Arthur Ketch.

The first time it happened it was a coincidence - two hunters choosing the same target is not uncommon. Harper was already on spot and all in the fight when he arrived. "Are you insane going into a whole vampire nest alone?" - those were the first words she ever heard from him. She might have been slightly insane, but he sure was a damn psycho. To be honest if not for him she would have probably ended up dead or turned in that vampire nest that night. Harper hates being honest about it.

The second coincidence happened just a few days after the first one - she would later on doubt if it was a coincidence at all. Perhaps it was. Harper would never really know - what she did know though was that he still had a small scar left above his left eyebrow - a mark of where she hit him with the grip of her gun, thinking it was the witch that was creeping up to her and absolutely not expecting to hear a male voice swearing after her blow. Arthur had not known her for 24 hours in sum and they were already making a scene after a hunt - Harper almost pitied she had not knocked him out straight away.

What happened on the next day? He caught her in the town and suggested to team up to avoid "future confusions". Rule number one how to become friends with Arthur Ketch: hit him in the face. Harper wasn't going to become friends with him - with any hunters for that matter - but fate seldom cared what Harper was going to do anyways.

Harper definitely lied to herself when she said that they were going to be only friends or that she was going to hate him after all the British Men of Letters invasion story. She didn't. Not with the way they met in the first place: him ripping her out of the claws of the angry remnants of the vampire pack - slightly concerned greyish blue eyes and a British accent was what greeted her at dawn that day, even though mid in fight she had accepted she would not see the sun again. It seemed symbolic how he saved her from giving up, from herself. And certainly not after the way their relationship went from mutual curiosity to blind semi-professional trust. Harper did not need a "friend" to console her: if she had wanted that she would have stayed around Sam - she needed someone unfeeling but understanding enough to see through her and consciously let it be.

She remembered it clearly - three hunts into their relationship - a month after their first encounter - they were sharing a hotel room. Two beds, late night after a hunt, she lied on her side and quietly cried. It was a demon hunt. The memories were too much. Arthur came into view and stared at her for a couple of moments before walking to his own bed.

- I'd say you can talk about it when you want to, but I doubt you will ever feel the necessity, - a brief caress of his hand against her shoulder. He did not try to relieve her, he allowed her to get to her own way of coping. For that Harper was grateful more than ever. - We all have skeletons in our closets, it's the downturn of the job.

Oh, dear Arthur, we are both now  aware you knew far too well what you were talking about. Harper doubted any hunter had a closet cemetery as large as Ketch's.

Yet... Even after that - the awkward reuniting with the Winchesters, being pulled away from him as she came back to her old friends and witnessing, luckily from a safe distance, how the man she grew to trust without actually knowing him, uncovered darker and darker sides of his personality. What was worst - after she refused to join the BMoL, he would continue to sometimes keep her hunting company, going on like nothing happened. Like nothing changed. Why worst? It let the image of the heartless killer that she should have seen before her now connect and combine with the image of the man who would patch her up on her darkest nights and put a firm hand on her shoulder when Harper was too deep in memory to restrain herself. His presence around her became a reassurance in itself - because he did not have to know to understand. And because he simply had not been there - looking into his eyes Harper wouldn't get reminded of the times when everything was still right, wouldn't get reminded of that one time everything went very wrong. Probably those were the main qualities that helped him win a spot in her heart. Those and his unending casual flirting.

And now? After everything was over, after his very dark side was revealed, the confessions were made and the redemption was played, what did she think of him? The hunter, turned out just a very well trained assassin - he had served the British Men of Letters, he had served Asmodeus - now here he was separated from any commanding he ever had, living a hunting life of his own and sometimes collaborating with the Winchesters. Therewere many dark moments forgotten for the sake of peace. Many more had yet to come up - judging by how Ketch treated his own history and interests of others.

" - I wonder where Mick went, he was always so nice... Nicer than you, anyways. Pity he went away all of a sudden, - Harper mentioned once after a hunt.

- He did not go anywhere. I shot him in the head just like Hess ordered, - Ketch seemed calm and cold as steel. " Sometimes Harper thought that leaving BMoL would change him, but moments like that she realized how slowly the changes - if any - would have to occur. That night she simply walked away, not saying another word.

If anyone ever asked Harper how Arthur's spot in her heart had shifted after all the mess he had caused? She would say that he never even had one... And think that truth to be told there was no flame hot enough to burn him out of her chest - his name carved on her ribs would have been easier to get rid of than the bittersweet affection she harboured for the moral wreck of a man named Arthur Ketch.

If he's as bad as they say

Then I guess I'm cursed

Looking into his eyes

I think he's already hurt

He's already hurt

Despite that Harper never dared pursue a relationship. Why? She was very sure with people like Ketch the only right strategy was not to expect them to be capable of attachment. The flirting, the sweet promising looks he would give her after a well-accomplished hunt... Harper would dream of believing them to be genuine. She was very well aware thinking him in any way genuine was a risk she was not ready to take. She knew Ketch would not mind letting that affair happen - he made that quite clear. She also knew it would mean absolutely nothing to him apart from some company and a warm body in his bed. Arthur Ketch was cold, unemotional and taught himself well not to get attached to anyone - and even if that was not true, he tried his damn best to make it seem so.

Harper sometimes hoped she saw it in his eyes: a silent "please keep safe" when they would part after a hunt, a sparking "I missed you" when they would meet once again. Arthur sometimes hoped she would see it too - very deep in his soul, deeper than he would ever be able to admit even to himself.

In other words, the outcome of the new hunt would have presented itself sooner or later anyways. They were actually quite lucky to have it present itself the way it did.

The werewolf did not seem such a hard target - away from bigger packs, alone terrorizing the neighborhood - just because he could. Problem and solution crystal clear - a hunt where one clearly sees the root of evil is a blessing for a hunter that's used to all the versions of heartbreaking stories. What Harper did not so clearly see was the gun in their opponent's hands. To be more precise: she did see it, but a little too late.

Two gunshots rang at the same time: her silver bullet hitting right into the monster's heart and his normal one - ... Ketch fell against the wall, sliding down to the floor: his left shoulder bled, the bulletproof vest, even though being pierced in the thinner area, had preserved him from being too deeply injured - but not kept completely safe from wounding.

Several seconds of silence - making sure the werewolf is not a threat anymore - realisation and fear finally hitting Harper.

- Ketch?... Ketch?!... Arthur! - the hunter was too disoriented to answer and his silence was taken as a bad sign. - Oh Lord, Arthur, no! - gone are the self-restraint and professional coldness: the moment she sees blood on his chest, she rushes to his side, forgetting about everything else in the world. She needs to make sure he will be fine. He has to be. - Arthur, please, don't die on me! Arthur! - she calls for his attention, the hunter slowly regaining his senses.

For a moment there he believes he hears Tony. This reminds him of some of his unlucky hunts from the years before, though back then he had certainly had it worse. Besides this definitely was not Tony.

Tony would have said "Ketch's down" and carry on with the hunt, eyes on the target, and when the deed was done she would pass him with a short "How is it?" - more out of politeness than genuine caring. That was exactly what she did the only two times he had been seriously injured infront of her.

- Ketch, answer me right this instant, don't you dare fading out! - panic in her voice, genuine. The idea of someone caring as much as to panic at the thought of his death seems too good to be true - for him at least. Arthur feels hands investigating his chest, checking for the wound: cold thin fingers running over his blood-covered skin. Not Tony - Harper.

- I'll live, darling, it's nothing too serious, - attempting to sound confident, but his voice is rasp. It's nothing serious, but it hurt nonetheless: the blow on the shoulder was much harder than anticipated and the bleeding needed to be stopped.

Harper looks into the light blue, borderline grey eyes - he is staring up at her, his gaze unguarded only for a moment that lets her see the uncommon softness and hope in his expression - just for a moment - she believes the things she guessed about him were true, she believes the pain visible in his eyes is true, only by accident revealed to her. The state lasts only a couple of moments - but even that is more than enough for his visible emotions to imprint into her mind.

Arthur Ketch was able to feel. Arthur Ketch could be in pain. Arthur Ketch was capable of needing help.

I said "Don't be a jerk, don't call me a taxi"

Sitting in your sweatshirt, crying in the backseat ooh-ooh

I just wanna dance with you

Hollywood and Vine, Black Rabbit in the alley

I just wanna hold you tight down the avenue ooh

I just wanna dance with you

It was a wonder that the hotel clerk did not stop them on their way - Ketch looked positively dying - Harper was quite sure there was no legal thing that could have happened to him that would have explained this appearance. This was the reason normal hunters chose motels: less suspicion. Harper briefly wondered where he got the money to maintain his former lifestyle, since he was stripped of the BMoL funding, but she guessed there were other sources on his side and he was just too stubborn to change his ways.

When they stumbled into his hotel room, Arthur made a move to drop himself on the bed, but Harper grabbed him by the collar swiftly, dragging him away in the other direction.

- Ketch don't you dare stain the sheets, they'll report us, - she mumbled, pushing him to enter the bathroom and dropping him to sit on the edge of the tub.

He would have laughed if the sudden movement had not caused sharp pain to shoot through his damaged shoulder, making him wince. Alexandra. He had wondered for so long whom Harper reminded him of and out of all moments they shared it was this that made him realise. The memory reappeared in his mind so vividly now.

"Artie, no! Don't go to your room, you'll stain your carpet! Mum will kill us!" - and the older girl held him under his arms, guiding him to the kitchen.

He still remembered it: the years before school, before Kendricks, him and his sister mostly alone in the house with parents constantly away. Alexandra had brought him up before Kendricks had. Alexandra had a lovely voice, she would read him bedtime stories, she would sing to him, she was kind and caring - probably the only human being in his life that ever seemed to care. When he went to Kendricks was the last time he had ever seen her... Well, alive. Alexandra was kind and caring - and that was probably the reason why she had not made it through the training. In fact her death might have been the only reason why he survived and made it to the top - having no one care about you has a benefit: you don't have to care about anyone too.

After his sister's funeral life had never felt the same and Arthur had been quite certain before that it was for the better. Now, watching Harper rush about, trying to find the medical kit to help him, he thought that he had been terribly wrong all the damn time.

How long has she known him? A couple of years, not more, but the relationship between them reached beyond the borders of friendship or companionship. That little american hunter - the first time he saw her he thought she was suicidal, the second one - bold and full of sass. The following months proved her well capable of combining both while turning out to be so much more, one of which being: to be able to love Arthur Ketch. Of course he knew she loved him - this was among those traits in her that he openly treated with polite contempt and deep down envied more than anything.

He watched Harper come to his side, sliding his hunting gear off his shoulders - her movements so gentle, her eyes filled with worry and guilt.

- I'm so sorry Arthur, I should have... - you're always sorry. You always think it is your fault and none else's. This was most probably the main reason why it was so easy for him to openly reject her feeling: they both knew she loved him, they both knew he saw it, he toyed with her so many times, being suggestive, flirting. "As long as I enjoy the physical aspects of having an affair, the emotional attachment that other people believe necessary to form is rather pathetic" - he told her once. He actually said that, those were his words. I would like to fuck you as long as you shut your disgustingly human little heart. She stared at him for a moment, her beautiful face almost successfully hiding the hurt - then turned away silently, shrugging her shoulders. He was being a jerk. Harper never stopped him from that, Harper seemed to take it all in and believe he was right, believe that her feeling for him was utterly pathetic. That it was her fault.

- It was no one's mistake, love, it was an unlucky accident. Besides it didn't turn out that awful, - he trailed off. She was cleaning his skin over the wound now, preparing to apply stitches. Arthur could sense a little shudder in her at the word "love". He was so used to saying it that he forgot about all the connotations it held. Lord, was he bad at this.

Harper continued her work silently. She felt him studying her face and prayed to be finished as quick as possible - she did not need another heartbreaking hope and she had already made the mistake of looking into his eyes that night. When the last stitch was done, she turned away to put the materials aside and sensed him straighten up behind her back - Harper felt he wanted to say something else, but she could not give him that opportunity. She almost thought he would die that night - seeing him on the floor made her blood run cold - she did not need any more pain to add to the aftermath of the shock.

- I'm going to my room, but please call me if you feel worse during the night, - she spoke, not turning to face him, ready to walk out of the bathroom. Harper felt his hand grab her wrist in a rushed movement and turned abruptly only to see him staring back at her with unguarded softness in his eyes. The only time she remembered Arthur look at her like that was when she twisted an ankle during the hunt all due to his mistake. It scared her a little to see that expression on him.

- Why won't you just stay to keep an eye on me? - his voice low, with an undertone she so often heard when he flirted with her.

- You're a big boy, Ketch, we both know that even stitching you up was superfluous, you can perfectly well tend to yourself, - a smile. Harper tried to brush it off jokingly, ready to make her leave, but his grasp on her wrist only grew stronger.

- Stay.  At least for this night. Please, - the smile disappeared from her face. He sounded wounded, he sounded like he really pleaded. Harper broke away from his grasp, taking a step back.

- You don't need a... - she shook her head.

- But I do, - he stood up, taking a step towards her, not letting her increase the distance between them. His fingers came up to caress her cheek gently. - Harper, stay, - she shut her eyes, standing still and quiet for a couple of seconds, seemingly fighting back emotions.

- You don't mean this, - she said, looking up at him sharply and confidently, but in a moment, failing to restrain herself, she continues more quietly and softly. - Why do you have to be so cruel to me? - he could see tears brimming in her eyes.

They stood frozen in front of each other, her face so close to his, her eyes watering - not because of this particular evening, but because of all those times before he had behaved in similar nature. It was the first time she had so directly addressed the issue of her feelings for him. "Why do you have to be so cruel to me?" She seemed to be waiting for an actual answer. Why was she always so kind to him? Like he was normal, like he didn't hurt her? Arthur leaned down, his hand still cupping her cheek, his lips touching hers gently and firmly.

Harper closed her eyes - not as a girl would do in a pretty romantic movie - she shut her eyes, pressing her eyelids together, holding her breath, shuddering. A single tear ran down her cheek.

When they parted, though his face still stayed just a few centimeters away from hers, Harper opened her eyes again, her breath shaking.

- Arthur...

His free hand circled her waist, pulling her closer to him, as his fingers slid away from her cheek,  moving behind her head, running through her hair. Arthur leaned close to her ear, his breath ghosting over her neck.

- Because I hate how you make me feel like I can still have a life, like not everything is lost. I hate how you make me feel worth being cared about and able to care. I hate how you make me feel, - he said that rushed and quiet. Pressing his front to the side of her head, breathing deeply.

- And what if you are lying? What if this all is for the sake of one night? I'm tired of guessing if you have a soul or not, Arthur, I'm too worn out, - she wispered after some time, leaning her forehead into his uninjured shoulder.

- Then trust me this one time. I promise. Please.

- Why?

- Because I need you. I need you to feel alive.

Arthur felt her let out a deep breath, her petite form pressing itself to his, her arms sliding behind his back to hold him close. She raised her head, freezing for a moment before their eyes met, then leaning up - their lips meeting now less gingerly than the first time.

- Does that mean you'll stay?

- You're such an asshole, Ketch...

- I know.

Harper hid her face in his chest, sobbing quietly, her form shacking, worn out both physically and emotionally. Arthur kissed her temple softly, caressing her back, for once feeling like he did everything right. For once feeling like they had a chance.

Happiness is a butterfly

Try to catch it like every night

It's escaping from me into moonlight

[waiting-for-motivation]

darkness

summary: The Castiel from the apocalypse world tortures (Y/n), who is his girlfriend in the her world. She is afraid of the real Castiel afterwards.

pairings: Castiel x Reader

warnings: apocalypse!Castiel from 13x22, torture, pain, fluff in the end

words: 910

a/n: another obsession. another imagine..

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

„We‘ve been studying you. Pure steel. I haven‘t seen many like you. But you have to understand that everyone has a breaking point. A point of pain. Particular primitive fear, maybe. But it‘s a nerve so raw that your will, grit, they cease to be factors. And then all of your little secrets will flow from your mind to mine. Until your mind no longer exists.“ The dark clothed angel walks from the door to a captivated girl on a chair. He touches her almost unnecessarily. Every now and then his lips start twitching in a weird way. He stares at her with his cold blue eyes while he takes of his leather gloves.

Instead of being afraid of the dark angel, (Y/n) started smiling the moment he entered the little hut. She knows him, well, at least she knows the version of him from her world. This world is worse, darker. So he is darker.

A laugh stops the angel, Castiel, from touching the girls head. She‘s laughing at him although he is close to torturing her. Why would she do that?

„Oh god, Castiel. You look like a hardcore nazi. Where is your little mustache? Didn’t Hitler want to give it to you?“ One last laugh escapes (Y/n)s lips, then a bloodcurdling scream follows. Castiel managed to touch her head and tortures her, trying to get the information out of her head.

Pure pain fills (Y/n)s body. It feels as if fire is running though her veins. Her bones feel like they are breaking apart. But her head is the worst, it feels almost as if it will explode every moment.

Luckily, the angel gets interrupted. First the lights go out and then he can hear something from outside. So he takes his hands off the girl and walks out of the hut, followed by the loudly closing door.

(Y/n) is breathing heavily and can‘t keep her eyes open but she hears a fight. When she can open her eyes for a second she sees the two Winchester brothers saving her and Ketch. Sam frees her from the restraints and helps her up. A smile creeps on the girls lips.

The real Castiel, her Castiel, enters the hut but he doesn‘t get the reaction from (Y/n) he expected. Quickly, she hides behind Sams huge frame, hiding from the angel. She starts shaking and grabs Sams hand.

All people in the room stare with confusion at the girl. No one, except for Ketch, know what happened here.

Castiel starts walking to his girlfriend but she can hear his steps, that sound so familiar to the ones from the dark Castiel. The younger Winchester holds a hand up, stopping the angel. He understands that (Y/n) is afraid but not why.

„You tortured her. Well, not exactly you“, Ketch says and points at the angel.

„If that‘s true you need to keep away from her, Castiel. She probably can‘t tell the difference between you and him.“ Dean pads the angel on the shoulder and (Y/n) leaves the hut with Sams help, her hands holding onto his arm.

After they finally managed to get through the portal, Castiel can‘t find (Y/n). Sam tells him that she left without a word and probably hides in her room. So that‘s were Castiel is heading to.

He gets no answer when he knocks on her door, but he knows she is in there. Slowly, he opens the door and stares at an anxious (Y/n), curled in a fetal position on her bed. She looks so broken. What had the other him done to her?

„Hey“, Castiel whispers and stays in the door frame. (Y/n) stares at him with her tearful eyes. She is afraid. She is in pain. Pain, the angel unfortunately can‘t heal. „I‘m not him.“ Castiel lifts his hands, showing the girl he means no harm. „You have to see the difference. I‘m not here to bring you pain. I‘m here to ease the pain.“

(Y/n) closes her eyes for a moment.

„You don‘t look like you come straight out of Germany in 1945.“ A weak giggle leaves her lips and she looks at Castiel who takes a step further towards her. „You‘re voice is soft. His voice was so dark, like the world around him.“

One more step and Castiel is standing right in front of his girlfriend. He wont touch her until she says so.

(Y/n) gets up, sitting in front of him and looking into his blue eyes. They don‘t look empty like the ones from her torturer. They show her love.

„You can touch me, Cas.“ She rises her hand and touches his, they entangle themselves. The girl can feel how the angel tries to heal her but beside the cut on her forehead, it is no use. Castiel sits down next to (Y/n) and for a few seconds they just stare in each others eyes. (Y/n) tries to figure out if she can truly trust the angel in front of her. But then she remembers everything she went through with Castiel at her side. He would never hurt her, least of all torture her.

The kiss would have never happened if (Y/n) hadn’t taken the first step. Castiel doesn‘t expect her to want to kiss the face of her torturer. But she does kiss him. Because (Y/n) knows this Castiel wont hurt her. She knows that he loves her. And not even the darkest Castiel can change that.

[always-and-forever-indeed]

Arthur Ketch x Reader Oneshot

Hi, so I’m back and I tried myself on a oneshot. It’s a KetchxReader. I honestly just sat down and wrote an idea out that I had in my head. It’s not following the spn story line. I would appreciate some feedback because it would help me improve my writing. I don’t own any of the characters. 

Characters: Arthur Ketch, Fem!Reader, Dean Winchester

Warning: Angst(?), break-up

Words total: 1411 words

“Do you remember when we took that trip to the beach? I remember it as clear as it was yesterday because it was the day you told me that you would never leave me.”

We had just finished a hunt in Florida, and I was able to convince him into going to the beach and watching the sunset. I love taking a moment to breathe after a hunt just to remind myself that I am still alive. At first Ketch was complaining of course. He was always so focused on doing his job but after watching me closely for a few moments he gave in. I don’t know what it was, but I could see his eyes soften. Arthur even gave me a little smile when he agreed. I was so happy that I simply hugged him. He seemed surprised about it, but I guess we were both as surprised as he hugged back.

We got into his Bentley and drove to the closest beach. I simply sat down in the sand while Ketch started rambling about his suit getting dirty. I honestly didn’t pay much attention to him. I enjoyed the sand underneath me and the wind that was softly blowing through my hair. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I love the smell of the sand and ocean. It gave me peace. As I opened my eyes, I saw that Ketch was sitting next to me. He had stopped talking and was watching me closely as if he was trying to figure me out.

“Why?” he asked.  “Why what?” I responded confused.  “Why haven’t you left me yet? Why aren’t you scared of me? Why don’t you hate me like the Winchesters do?”.  I was surprised by his questions. “Should I be scared of you? Arthur, yes you have done some bad things in the past, but you changed. I can see it. I remember when we first used to hunt. Your whole demeanour was different. Now, you are more kind, you are trying to be a better person and I can see that. Yes, Sam and Dean might have a grudge against you, but can you blame them? After what you did? Not that I judge you, but I believe in second chances and you haven’t given me a reason to mistrust you” I answered. Ketch looked shocked by my answer. He adjusted the cuff links of his suit, a habit which I noticed he was doing when he was insecure. “I don’t deserve you. You are everything I’m not. But still I can’t get you out of my head. I want to change, I don’t want to be this cold-hearted monster because I want to be with you. You had me intrigued the first second I laid my eyes on you. You ...” Ketch rambled on.

“Arthur” I interrupted him. He looked as me, scared about what I would say next. I studied his face. Arthur was pouring his heart out, what he had never done before. Ketch looked completely broken. I took his face in my hands and pressed my lips to his. The kiss was everything I wasn’t expecting. It was full of passion. Arthur moved his lips softly against mine.

That night we slept together for the first time.  It was the start of our relationship or at least that’s what I thought…

Now I’m sitting here in my room in the bunker, in one of his shirts and I’m crying again. I thought by now my eyes would be completely drained. You don’t even deserve my tears but still I can’t help it. That night at the beach was a month ago. I was happy and I thought he was too. I thought I knew him but apparently, I didn’t.  Two weeks after the beach Arthur turned into his old self. He became cold and distant and I don’t even know why.  I tried for another week but then I had to face reality. Arthur never really loved me. He just played with me.

One day I confronted him in the library and tried to get some answers. He just looked at me with his emotionless eyes. “You’re right. I never loved you. It was all for fun but then you had to turn it into something serious. Love, you should know that that’s not who I am. But I guess that’s your personality. Your kindness will kill you someday” Ketch shrugged it off. I wanted to punch him so bad in that moment. I was balling my fists. Of course, he noticed it and just smirked. “You can punch me if it makes you feel better, but it won’t change anything” he said. “How…How can you be like this? I thought you changed. I believed you, trusted you! You really are a cold-hearted monster. Just so you know, you will regret this, but I don’t care. If ever see you again… I will kill you so stay away from me Ketch!” I screamed at him with tears in my eyes. I turned around to walk to my room. I didn’t care if Sam or Dean heard us.  But also, I didn’t see a heartbroken Ketch as soon as I left the room.

 *Ketch POV*

It hurt me so bad to see her break down in front of me. But it’s for the best. I’m no good for her. I’m doing this to protect her. Or that’s what I’m telling myself. I had to keep my cold emotionless face on so that she understood that I was serious. “… I will kill you so stay away from me Ketch!” she screamed at me. She turned around and left the library. And I just let her walk away even though it hurt more than any other torture I had suffered before.

“Give me one good reason not to kill you right now” I heard someone say from behind me. I turned around to face an angry Dean Winchester. “You have every right to, honestly, but it had to be done” I answered him. He glared at me. “You had to break her heart? Oh no, you son of a bitch. She’s a good person and she deserves the world. You don’t get to swoon in and hurt her.” I can understand him. Y/N is like a sister to the Winchesters and I hurt her, badly. “Well, I guess you heard her, I’m going to leave because otherwise she will kill me herself. Now if you excuse me Winchester, I have to go drown my sorrows in the next pub” with that I made my way toward the staircase.

“If you love her why did you do this to her?” I heard Dean ask me. I turned around to face the older Winchester. “I’m no good for anyone especially since the British men of Letters found me here in America. They want me dead and if they find out about her… I can’t risk it Dean. I love her too much to sign her death sentence so even though I love her… I have to let her go.” Dean looked shocked by my explanation. “So, if you excuse me, I have to leave the country and get as far away from her as possible” I said while making my way to the door, “Oh and Dean, I would appreciate it if this would stay between the two of us. I don’t want her looking for me” with that I walked out the door with the intention of never coming back.

 3 Months later…

*Y/N POV*

“Do you remember when we took that trip to the beach? I remember it as clear as it was yesterday because it was the day you told me that you would never leave me.”

I sent the message to the number that was still saved as Arthur Ketch in my phone. I never expected an answer. I knew better than to think that Ketch kept the same number. I didn’t get my hopes up, so I put my phone down and got back to researching for the case that I was working. It was in the middle of the night when I heard the notification sound of my phone. I fell asleep on the book that I was reading so I picked up my phone, probably just Dean asking me to come back to the bunker.

“I always will, Love. “

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[jenmishsbitch]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Arthur Ketch Additional Tags: British Men of Letters (Supernatural) Being Assholes, Arthur Ketch Being an Asshole, Evil Arthur Ketch, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester, Top Dean Winchester, Bottom Castiel (Supernatural), Mentioned Sam Winchester, Spying, supernatural s12 e19, Dean's Top 13 Zepp Traxx Mixtape, Episode: s12e19 The Future - Mixtape Scene, Smut, Destiel Oneshot, Spy - Freeform Series: Part 1 of Supernatural Oneshots Summary:

Ketch hears Cas and Dean over his device and gets a little more than he bargained for.

[ourhappylies]

Cuddling With Arthur Ketch Would Include (Supernatural)

Author: Cherry🍒 Requested: Anonymous.

- He tries to act as if he’s not a cuddler but he secretly loves it.

- Ketch will pull your body tightly against his, your back to his chest and he’ll rest his head on your shoulder.

- His fingers draw patterns and words on your skin lightly as he cuddles with you.

- He’ll usually write the words “I love you”.

- When he’s spooning with you, he’ll gently kiss the back of your neck and any other bare skin that he can reach.

- Ketch also loves it when you lay on his chest.

- He always takes the time to tell you how much he cares about you.

- Ketch falls asleep quickly when he’s cuddling with you, he feels completely relaxed and at ease when he has you tucked up in his arms.

- Ketch is a heavy sleeper who holds onto you tightly. You can never escape his hold until he wakes up.

- When he wakes before you, he’ll litter your face and neck with kisses until you stir awake.

- Ketch refrains from hugging in front of people, but he does love to pull you into a quick, tight hug.

- When he hugs you goodbye, he’ll kiss your cheek too.

[im-no-jedi]

me: I need to go to bed early tonight cause I have to get up early tomorrow

also me: if I don’t finish this oneshot tonight, I’m going to simply pass away 😩

[taurusbih512-blog]

Papa (Gabriel x Daughter-Like!OC)

Note: There is angst and major spoilers for Season 13 (OC's Name is Ellie Barnes)

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"I missed him by seconds." The small girl watched as the Prince of Hell poured that awful smelling liquor into two glasses. Mr. Ketch looked slightly frightened. She wondered why, seeing as they both met Asmodeus a few times now.

She has been tagging along with him for a few months now and so far, she is now considering him as a friend.

At least he never lies to her unlike some people.

"Rest assured, Lucifer will be found."

Lucifer. That god awful name. She hated that name and the one who bore it.

She gets sick and mad upon thinking and saying it.

She loathes it.

Despises it.

The one who bore it killed her wall, her father figure. The father figure whom she loved the most. She saw it with her own eyes. She doesn't even know why she survived that surprise visit that You-Know-Who made.

Her thoughts began to clash and tear through her emotions, messing with her. Memories flashing. Words screamed into her ear.

She is alone again. In that horrific place at the back of her mind. She began mentally screaming at herself until the man in white spoke. She blinked and noticed that he is standing in front of Mr. Ketch.

"And killed before he causes any problems." His thick, Southern accent was almost music to her ears. For some reason, she likes it.

He takes a sip of that liquor before looking at the blue eyed girl, smirking slightly. "Or those idiot Winchesters use him to open up a gate to Michael Land" Asmodeus spoke in a fast pace, which she didn't like since it is difficult to understand what he is saying. He offered the drink, in which the auburn haired girl politely declined.

He chuckled, bringing the crystal clear glass closer to his lips. "Another stick-up-his-ass archangel is the last thing I need." He takes a sip, looking back at the slightly taller man.

She held the urge to snicker but failed to stop the corner of her plump lips lift up.

"Yes, well, Lucifer is getting strong, and as good as I am, and I am very good," The girl rolled her eyes at this, "I don't think even I can beat the Devil at full power."

"Unless you are God or something." She looked at the both of them with her blank yet bright blue eyes, earning the two men's attention. Mr. Ketch frowned slightly at her while Asmodeus smiled softly.

She suddenly felt ashamed of her soft voice.

"About that, you recalled an important errand I had mentioned?" The girl watched as the man in white walked towards a safe. She heard clicking and then a creak. With a unsatisfactory frown because of the noise, she became curious on what could be inside.

"Word had got back to me that a certain artifact I thought had been lost forever resurfaced." He pulled out a small, rectangular box, smirking at it. "And now it's mine." He turned to show the content inside.

It was a beautiful, silver, triple edged blade. It was so clean that it reflected her and Mr. Ketch's features. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

She stared in awe, admiring the blade. She restrained herself from even touching it, which resulted to her hand being balled up into a fist.

"Yes... / Yeah." Mr. Ketch and the girl mumbled at the same time, the two glancing at each other after. They knew that they had to get their hands on this blade somehow.

"I see lil' girl Ellie has a keen eye for blades. I like that." The demon smirked before taking out the blade from the box. "The only known weapon capable..." He aimed the tip at the English man's chest, "...of destroying an archangel," he aimed the tip to the girl. "The archangel blade."

Her eyes widen slightly, the raspy feeling on her throat grew heavier. She kept eyeing the blade until it was put back into the box and into the safe once again.

"You'll forgive me, but my reading of the lore suggests that the blade--"

"--is only effective when wielded by an archangel, right?" she interrupted.

"Oh really? Baby face reading a lot of books?"

Ellie assumed that 'Baby face' was her. "Yeah," she mumbled, nodding slightly. "Good girl," he smirked. "Anyways, thanks for the news flash!" He took a sip of his drink then gestured the two of them to follow him, walking somewhere.

Mr. Ketch wasted no time yet Ellie was hesitant but followed shortly. She examined the dim hallway they were walking in. Torches hung on the damp, concrete walls and metal cell doors gave off an eerie vibe.

"So how old are you again, Ella?" The demon asked.

She sighed. "It's Ellie.. And I'm 14." She mumbled.

Asmodeus stopped shortly to look at her, making her slightly uncomfortable. "Can't hear you, Emma."

She gulped slowly. "I-It's Ellie.. And I'm 14." She stated with a louder tone, but not too loud.

Asmodeus chuckled then put an arm around her. "That's more like it..." Ellie looked at Mr. Ketch, who gave her a commanding glance, telling her to let him do what he wants. She sighed and stopped herself from pushing the man's arm away.

They stopped after a while, standing in front of the last door of this hallway. She felt like they've walked for hours, her feet started to ache intensely but she ignored it.

Asmodeus removed his arm, giving relief to the blue-eyed girl, then opened the small window at the door. "Allow me to make an introduction, young lady and gentleman." He moved aside and Ellie quickly went towards the window to get a closer look.

"Ellie, Mr. Ketch..."

"...meet the Archangel Gabriel."

"P-Papa? ...PAPA!"

[faith-in-dean]

Kendricks: A Hell on Earth - Three

Summary: Due to a given promise of your parents, you were sold off to be a student at Kendricks University. Nothing seemed right, all the people were stuck up. Your professor was an asshole. An asshole that would wrap you around his finger and make your life hell.

Words: 1058

Pairing: Eventual Professor!Arthur Ketch x Reader

General Warnings: Angst, Violence, Murder, Character Death, Smut, eventual Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Cheating, Manipulation, Abusive Relationship 

A/N: I am dying to hear your feedback. Extra warnings for this chapter in the tags. Please check them before reading.

Masterpost

“I'm sorry,” Mikayla whispered when you had joined her on your seat, looking pale.

“Not your fault… but he's so going to kill me,” you muttered, trying your best to make your situation better in paying attention and not complaining for once.

Your stomach was hurting as you waited with anxiety. No idea why you had suddenly felt this bad. Usually, you never were the type to get so anxious about something like this. Well, maybe you were this anxious because you were around serial killers.

Mr. Ketch kept addressing you directly, making a bad example out of you every so often, making you feel even more uncomfortable. He was there to get you. And you were so done.

Once the lesson was over, Mikayla had wished you good luck as you headed to Mr. Ketch, ready to follow him into his office, swallowing thickly.

“Miss Y/L/N, just what am I supposed to do with you? You do not pay attention to my classes, you speak bad about this school and me and disrespect our rules,” he said, locking the door without you noticing.

“I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to,” you muttered, barely able to face your professor.

“We both know that's not true. Well, now we have two options,” a dark grin had spread across his face, “either I hand you over to Dr. Hess and she will decide over your date which will be your death.”

“No… please no, whatever the second option is, I'll do it,” you nearly begged. As much all of this sucks, you actually didn't want to die.

“That pleases me, Miss Y/L/N. Take off your clothes,” Mr. Ketch ordered, loosening up his tie.

“W-what?” only stuttering out these words, you seemed to be able to answer.

“You've heard me. Unless you want me to tell Dr. Hess,” Ketch quirked a brow and headed towards the door.

“No... please don't,” with a quiet sigh you began to undress. You so shouldn't do this. What was he even trying to do?”

“Good girl. Now lean over that desk and spread your legs for me, hands behind your back,” his voice had deepened about a hundred times and when you would look at him, Ketch’s eyes were darkened.

You shouldn't be doing this.

But you did it nonetheless. The wood was cold against your chest and you just couldn't find a comfortable position.

“Should you be doing this?” Your voice was quiet as you got into the position he wanted, feeling him tie your wrists together.

“No one would believe a nobody like you, no one will find out. So I can do as I want to,” Ketch said before his hand landed on your ass with a hard slap, making you yelp.

“You better be quiet or your punishment will be worse,” Ketch had yanked your head back by your hair, speaking right into your ear.

“From now on, you'll do as I please, you'll listen to me and you will do anything I want, whenever I want it. If you don't, I'll hand you out to Dr. Hess,” you felt his finger press into your pussy without a warning, making you squeeze around him out of reflex.

You shouldn't be doing this.

“Not that you'll make any relationships here either way but you are not allowed to get with anyone. You and your whole body belong to me,” he had pressed his fingers deeper into you, beginning to work you open.

“This shouldn't be happening,” you whispered but felt your core becoming hotter.

He was attractive, there was no lie about it. But he was an asshole. An asshole that was now blackmailing you to his finest.

“I don't hear you telling me to stop,” Ketch muttered and you could hear his zipper opening up while his fingers still pressed into you.

He was right, you didn't tell him to stop. And you wouldn't.

He withdrew his fingers only for him to push in his cock, making you gasp.

“We shouldn't do this,” you managed to say as he filled you up.

“Shut up,” Ketch hissed, one of his hands holding onto your tied up wrists as his other hand spanked you once again before he began to thrust into you at a fast and hard pace.

You tried your best to not moan, making it seem like you didn't enjoy this whole situation when in fact, you had enjoyed it a lot.

“Pretending you don't… like this, huh? I feel your pussy drenching my cock,” Ketch managed to say between grunts. He had changed his angle, managing to push in deeper and finally drawing a moan from you.

You wanted to grip onto the table for support, needing something to balance the feeling of being penetrated.

Ketch had spanked you over and over, groaning as he began to pound into you. You couldn't hold back any moan anymore and you were sure that you couldn't hold back your orgasm any longer.

“I'm gonna cum,” you whined, pressing into him a bit more.

“Don't. Not unless I tell you to,” Ketch ordered and you just weren't exactly sure if you could handle it.

He had found your G-Spot, hitting it with each thrust, making it harder and harder to hold back your orgasm. Until you couldn't hold back anymore and squeezed him tight as you came with a loud moan.

“I've told you not to cum,” Arthur hissed and pulled you up by your hair, hand wrapping around your throat, “I'll have to teach you discipline.”

His lips grazed your ear, lightly biting it. Ketch kept you in position like this, pounding into you until he hit his own release, coming with a loud groan as he pressed you back onto the table, filling you up deeply.

As soon as he had been fully spent, he pulled out of you and left you for yourself.

“Good luck freeing yourself. I'll see you for the first fight training on time tomorrow. Or come late and face your punishment,” Arthur said, adjusting himself before he left you tied up and naked in his office.

You were screwed and that not only because your professor has found his way to blackmail you for sex but also because you found it surprisingly hot. And that was wrong in every way.

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[gone-to-fight-the-fairies]

Dirty Work Part 3

Series Summary: After joining the BMoL with Sam and Dean, the reader and Ketch are paired to track down the vampires who attacked the British bunker.

A/N: Thank you guys for being patient while I worked on the third installment. It's also given me a chance to outline and write a good portion of part 4 done, so that'll be coming soon. Also thanks to @room-with-a-cat for an idea for a Ketch-related insult. And anyone who wants to can still add to the taglist(which is below the cut) for part 4. Enjoy.

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader

Word Count: 2514

Part 1, Part 2

"I'm glad to hear it."

The short phrase coaxed over in your mind. You struggled for any differentiating meaning for the five words other than the obvious; that Ketch liked that you were single. Which meant, he was developing some version of feelings towards you.

It was the most authentic conversation either of you'd had with one another. You were both equally equipped with wit and ability to ridicule the other. But was Arthur Ketch truly able to show sincerity?

Your doubt made you retract yourself, instantly allowing the vehicle to overflow with awkward silence the second Ketch alluded to having an interest in you. Ketch too resorted to silence, having felt he'd said too much. As the car filled with tension, the weather turned. Dark clouds replaced the clear morning sky, illuminating rain to come as though to emphasize on what had occurred.

"Did the forecast predict rain?" Ketch muttered behind the wheel, squinting up at the sky curiously.

Your lips didn't part for a reply. You didn't know what to say for the remaining time in the car. You couldn't help but internally dispute Ketch's statement because for the time you'd know him, he'd always had a wisecrack. And just days ago Ketch was the enemy.

But he was the man who'd carried you out of the vampire liar in his arms while you were injured and unconscious. He'd rushed you to the hospital, only changing course because you requested so, then insisted on bandages up the holes that had turned to deep tears in your skin. Now you were stuck in a car debating truth to his alleged affections.

With this angle in mind, you felt Ketch's statement was authentic. But, you didn't want him to like you because you were a damsel in distress. And you declined any reciprocating feelings, for your own sake. Mentally squashing down any romantic appeals you saw in Ketch. Maybe he was willing to become vulnerable, but you weren't. You weren't going to swoon because you felt he liked you for all the wrong reasons.

The ball was in your court, and you very much wanted to toss it out the window. It was a tug and pull with Ketch, neither of you ever showing vulnerability. Masking emotions over with sarcasm and wit. Nothing expositorily real. But his statement threw you for a loop and all you could think about was getting out of this car.

The remainder of the driver mirrored that moment, minus Ketch's occasional frustration bursts against drivers on the road. Claiming, under his breath, how driving on the other side of the road was more efficient, and that American drivers couldn't properly drive. You knew better thatn to make additional comments.

After what felt like many more hours, Ketch parked the Mustang out front of the bunker, but the rain began to pour down, pelting the paved path to the building. You fought a sigh of relief, hoping to put much distance between yourself and the Brit.

Before you opened the door to run out to the bunker, Ketch stopped you. "Wait here."

Ketch hurried out of his seat, swiftly opening the back to grab your duffle bag and an umbrella before walking around to your door, popping open the black umbrella in his grip. He held it over the door as you helped yourself out, keeping you completely dry.

"Thanks," you muttered, keeping any teasing thoughts to yourself as you huddle close to Ketch to remain underneath the umbrella.

"It'd be ill-advised to get your bandage wet," he provided, feeling the need to give an excuse to be a gentleman. "How is your neck feeling?"

You blinked a couple of times, wondering if Ketch wasn’t mad. "It's better, thank you."

When Ketch led you indoors, you quickly detached yourself from the Brit, attempting to make way to your room.

"Oh good, you're back," Mick called out from the other end of the hallway, abandoning what he was doing to meet up with you and Ketch. "Ketch, I was just about to call you."

Ketch frowned, instantly suspicious of his superior's involvement. "I already texted you that it was a successful mission."

"With a minor complication," Mick went on, eyes draping over you. "Are you quite alright? Ketch mentioned something about a bite." You watched his eyes drift over your neck, straining for a peek underneath your hair.

"I'm almost as good as new," you stretched the truth, trying to ignore the exhaustion, though, from the corner of your eye, you saw Ketch give you almost what could be considered a concerned glance. "I just need some rest, and I should be good by morning."

"Well," Mick began, "If that's true, I could use someone to check out a shapeshifter lead in Omaha."

Ketch was quick to step in. "I can handle that," Ketch assured, taking a step closure to Mick as though to block you from Mick. "I'm sure Y/N here would appreciate at least a day's rest after the events of last night."

You squinted in annoyance, feeling a complex of bottled up emotions from the day surface. "I don't need time off, and I really don't need some guy who I've worked one mission with deciding what I can and can't handle. No matter what you feel Ketch, I'm not your claim!" You turned to Mick, ignoring Ketch, "Text me the details. I'll go first thing in the morning," you led off, turning down the hallway toward your room for some well-deserved sleep.

Mick eyed Ketch curiously, "Eventful mission?"  

Ketch watched you storm down the hall until you were out of his view before he glowering down at Mick. "The girl almost died, and you're sending her into another case-"

"She's a professional, Ketch. And might I add, maybe you should act as one too."

"What is that suppose to mean?"

Mick gave Ketch a knowing look. "Don't go falling in love with the girl, like you had with Toni. Makes for messy business, but you know that better than anyone."

Ketch's frown remained on his face. "What does that have to do with your irrational decision?"

"If it were you in her shoes, would you wait a day to go onto another hunt? Especially if the opposite sex told you not to?"

Ketch threw a nasty scowl at Mick, before turning down the opposite direction of the hallway. Ketch knew Mick had a point, but felt another thought lingering in his throat. Ketch stopped abruptly, turning his head in Mick's direction. "She's not Toni," before continuing down the hall.  

The moment your head connected to your pillow, you were fast asleep, disregarding the need to replace your bandage. Sleeping through the remainder of that day, you beat the sun the following morning, perfect for beginning a new hunt. The blood loss put a damper on your sleeping schedule but allowed you ample ability to leave first thing.

Walking down the bunker hall, you carried the same duffle bag from the last hunt, filled with the remainder of your clean clothes, heading toward your Mustang where Ketch parked it the previous day. You felt well enough to complete the mission, but maybe that was pure stubbornness to prove to Ketch that you didn't always need help.

Met with an unfavored sight when you stepped out the bunker entrance, you felt your blood begin to boil. Ketch leaned against the driver's door of your car, decked out in a rich black suit, matching the car and the early morning sky.

"Sleep well?" Ketch asked as you confrontationally approached him.

"Did you and my car coordinate or was it a spur of the moment thing?" You sneered.

"How's your neck?" Ketch ignored your sarcasm, holding tightly onto his sincerity.

You, however, felt none. "What's your damage, Ketchup?"

His head shook of slight astonishment. "What did you call me?"

"You just don't get it. There's another hunt, another creature out there hurting people. I don't have time for this. Now get your shepherd's pie eating ass off my car!"

"I am not stopping you.” His tone began to change into the monotone one he used as a cover. "I am merely offering my services-"

You snorted. "This isn't a sperm bank, none of your services are needed. I'm not looking for a British baby daddy."

Ketch rose from his semi-relaxed position against the door, peeling himself from the vehicle. He glowered down at you with what you believed was disdain. "I fail to see a reason for your aggression towards me. What could have I possibly done to offend you while saving your ass twice now? Is this about me defending you yesterday because I was trying to protect you?" He sneered.

"No. Look, I know you made your feeling obvious, but I can't think about that right now, there's a case. So, if you could move I would very much appreciate it."

Ketch's eyes fell with disappointment, but quickly he covered the emotion with more anger. "I thought what I'd said maybe changed how you thought of me, how foolish of me to believe that you could consider me as anything other than a thorn in your side, despite the number of times I've come to your rescue. Forget I ever said anything."

"Ketch," you began, realizing you'd offended him, but Ketch raised a hand, motioning you to stop before turning back and disappearing inside the bunker.

But you knew you were right about one thing, you needed to get out on the road.

You hit an invisible roadblock during your second hour of driving. The sun had finished breaking dawn, and you had time to contemplate the events of the last thirty-six hours. And after everything you and Ketch had been through together, you realized you needed to formally apologize. After stewing for two hours, it sunk in how cruel you'd been. If it'd been one of the Winchesters in his position, you'd carve out the girl's heart.

Not to mention, you were growing weary, a slight side-effect from the previous blood loss and the constant ache in your neck.

You pulled off the highway and into a diner parking lot, figuring you could kill two birds with one stone. Seated at a booth, you gripped your phone in your hands for a solid minute, working up the courage to admit defeat.

Maybe he did want to help, or maybe he genuinely wanted to spend time with you. Sure the overprotectiveness had pissed you off yesterday, but you were trying to understand that Ketch meant well. And that the arrogant man actually had feelings.

You felt stumped over what to say. 'Hey, Ketch. Sorry, I was such a bitch, I'm just not used to men trying to tell me what I should do. Or handing me my ass.'

But that wasn't entirely true. Usually, if something had gone wrong on a hunt with the Winchesters, they'd force you to stay at their bunker far longer than you needed to make sure you were all healed before the next hunt. You just didn't like it when it was Ketch telling you what to do.

But you didn't consider Ketch family. He was just a man, a strange one at that. One who openly enjoyed the kill, and worked for a not-so-secret organization that was basically a rogue Hogwarts. But you realized that this man was more than his cold exterior; he had genuine feelings towards you. And he seemed to semi-care about your well-being. That scared you. But you couldn't tell Ketch that because that would render you completely vulnerable.

"Can't say I'm surprised." His voice reverberated through the phone.

"Sarcasm aside," you swallowed your pride. "I'm sorry about earlier. I was harsh. And look, I'm already a little tired, so I don't know how my stamina will be with the hunt, so would you mind?"

"Mind what?" You heard the smirk through the phone.

You took a deep breath, finding the irony that when you wanted to have a serious conversation, it's Ketch's turn to tease. "Don't make me say it."

"Well, since you mentioned it, a formal beg may be in order."

You rolled your eyes, wishing Ketch could see your annoyance in hopes that he'd stop. "Ketch, I could use your help on this case. Will you please drive up?"

The call ended, and you glared down at the device. "Asshole."

"You wouldn't want me to drive back now, would you?" Ketch's voice came from the side. Your eyes snapped up to see Ketch walking a prideful stride to your booth.

"Seriously, you tailed me?"

"I knew you'd come to your senses," he answered, sliding into the booth while eyeing you keenly, "besides, I'm wondering what the third time saving your rear will earn me."

You bite back your tongue for both of your sakes as the waitress came to take your order.

You drove separately the rest of the way to Omaha. Ketch had driven up on his motorcycle since you already carried enough equipment in the back of your vehicle. Even though shapeshifters were difficult to exterminate, luckily they only needed one thing to put them down. Silver.

When approaching the Nebraskan city, Ketch sped up ahead of you, leading you to a hotel he'd previously booked.

"Hey," you greeted in the parking lot. "If the hunt's going to be as simple as you say, then why are we getting hotel rooms?"

Ketch shrugged. "Safety net in case this takes longer than expected. Besides, it doesn't hurt to splurge a bit, since it's all included with the gig. Though, it is a shame we'll be in separate rooms," he winked before carrying both of your bags towards the lobby, leaving you behind to soak in his flirtation. You could only deny the butterflies in your stomach for so long.

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[drempen]

Hello actually do you have any Ghost Rider recs 👀

Oh you know I'm gonna rep my boy Roberto here

First we have All New Ghost Rider (2014), where Robbie the sole guardian of his younger brother uses street racing to supplement his income, but after he has an 'accident' he gets possessed by his deceased uncle eli and gains some snazzy new powers

Ghost Rider: four on the floor (2016), Robbie Reyes, Laura Kinney, Cindy Moon and Amadeus Cho have to deal with an alien in hillrock heights

Ghost racers (2015), basically an au short series

Ghost rider (2011), the only real major appearance of Alejandra Jones that i know of (who was super cool and deserved better)

Ghost rider (1990), fist appearance of Danny Ketch and my personal favourite classic ghost rider

Ghost rider 2099 (2019), a oneshot that breaks down the og GR2099 series in one handy issue

[avocadean]

Tell the Winchesters

A/N: Hi! I’m back again with another drabble... thing? Maybe one shot? Is it even long enough to be one? This takes place in the episode “The British Invasion” near the end. It might be a little angsty, but I don’t think it's too bad ;). Please, leave feedback, and let me know what I need to work on! Thanks for reading!

All of the original work from the writers of the show and script ARE NOT MINE, NOR AM I CLAIMING THEM TO BE. The original work that is mine is the character I create and put into the Supernatural world. 

Title: Tell the Winchesters

Pairings: mentioned sister!winchester x dean and sam, Mick x friend!reader

Warnings: I think there is one swear word. Canontyplical SPN warnings. 

Words: 968 (isn’t that the same amount of my last one?)

Fic below the cut!

You and Mick entered the room, confused as to why Ketch called you both in. 

Just like your brothers, you knew that the Brits were a piece of ‘crumpled cake’. In other words, they sucked.

That didn’t stop you and Mick from becoming close, though. And it sure as hell didn’t stop you from hating Mr. Ketch with a seething passion.

“Why’d you call me here?” Mick’s words were laced in confusion.

With the expression of a ‘hundred-year-old skeleton, Ketch replied. “I didn’t,” both you and Mick were confused, but not for long, “...she did.”

A snake of a woman who called herself Dr. Hess stalked into the room. You stared at her, and she stared back. It felt like a lifetime when she finally tore her wretched gaze from you to Mick.

 Even before you both got to ‘HQ’, you had a bad feeling. Now, that feeling was tripled.

“Mr. Davies.” Her tone dripped with poised venom.

Mick looked stunned. “Dr. Hess. I didn’t think you left London,” a slight quiver of fear rang in his voice, but you were the only one who caught it. Or so, you’d like to think you were.

“I don’t. But I have been commanded by the other elders to fix this… rapidly deteriorating situation.”

“Ma’am, please. I-”

“Are you about to tell me that you are ‘doing the best you can'. Because, according to your report, you let a Prince of Hell and the woman who is carrying Lucifer’s child escape, and an American Hunter, who killed one of my best men, was sent on her merry little way, alive.”

“If I might,” Mick was pleading. He knew what was going to happen.

“These…” Dr. Hess looked at you in disgust, “...hunters are out of control. The Winchester brothers and their little thing that they call a sister, in particular. Which Lady Bevell has documented.”

At her words, you felt the rage build up. Mick tried to talk again, but you interrupted this time.

“Excuse me, Dr. Hess, I am that ‘little thing’ that my brothers, the Winchesters, call a sister, and that ‘little thing’ isn’t liking your attitude-”

“Oh, please do shut up. No one cares,” she looked you up and down before settling her eyes back to Mick, “... you’re irrelevant.”

You started to talk again, but Mick stopped you. He gave you a desperate look because he knew what they’d do, and what they are capable of. You obeyed.

“Ma’am, if you could just… listen.”

“To what? More excuses?” she paused, before continuing, “No. I don’t think I will. Hunters are dogs, Mr. Davies. You give them an order, and they obey. That is how it works. So tell me, do they? Do they obey you?”

Mick looked to Ketch in an attempt to get backup from the same side, but his expression held no emotions.

‘That bastard,’ you thought.

After not getting a response to her seemingly stated question, she replied, “No, of course not. So… This Eileen lady will be found and killed in accordance with the Code.” she added extra emphasis on the last word. “And as for the Winchesters, like any other rebellious hunter, they will be investigated. And, if found guilty, executed.”

You looked at her in disbelief. Sure, you knew she was a bitch from when she first walked in, but this? She was talking about investigating and killing your brothers, while you stood right there.

“You do know that I’m standing right here, right?”

She flicked her eyes at you again for only a brief moment. “Hmm. Yes. I am aware.”

You again looked on in confusion.

Mick continued with an observance to her statement. “If they are found guilty? Aren’t hunters always found guilty?”

“Be careful, Mr. Davies,” Dr. Hess warned.

With that, Mick was done. “No. My entire life with the Men of Letters, I never broke a rule. And yes, at first I was shocked at how Sam and Dean operate. But what Lady Bevell doesn't mention is the lives they've saved, monsters destroyed, and outcomes made better not because of the Code, but because of Sam and Dean Winchester's sense of what's right.”

You looked on at Mick in amazement. He was speaking his mind, and he was letting himself run free.

“And that is the crux of the matter. The Code is not a suggestion. It's an absolute. The Code is what separates us from the monsters. It is the order by which we all live.” Mick shook his head and scoffed in disbelief. You admired him.

“No, the Code is what makes a young boy kill his best friend,” your admiration changed to puzzled. He’d never told you… “When I was a child, I had nothing. I owed you everything, and I obeyed. But I’m a man now, Dr… Hess…”

You looked over at her and noticed that Ketch was suddenly gone. A slight nod of her head was all it took for you to confirm that something was not right. But, before you even had the time to react, the silencer of a handgun was heard to your left, and you watched Mick’s body slump over the table.

“What the hell? Why did you do that? What is wrong with-”

Ketch looked up at Dr. Hess when he was done. A slight waver in his expressionless face would have been seen if someone were to look very closely, but no one was willing to. At least, no one who stood in the room.

“Good work Mr. Ketch. Now, take care of the bodies. I’m getting out of this cesspool of incompetence.”

[niche-pastiche]

I’m the Supernatural fic writing partner of @wisteria-lodge​, you can find my work under NichePastiche over on AO3 . We’ve written for a variety of fandoms only some of which are linked here, and currently have fic in the works for even more.

Deep Space 9 Fic

First, Do No Harm (60k) - Doctor Bashir has been off-station for an entire month, and Garak would like to know why. And if he manages to enjoy himself or turn up more information about the fascinating doctor in the process, well. These things do happen. 

Superman/Batman Fic

Relationship Status (42k) - Bruce Wayne might be dating Superman. He certainly went on a date with Clark Kent, and now it turns out they're the same person. But while Bruce trusts Superman with his life, he's still getting to know this shy, mild-mannered Kansas boy. - Rebloggable Tumblr Post

Our Flag Means Death Fic

Season 1

Playing Pirate 15k - Stede thinks he hears a ghost in the auxiliary wardrobe and, like a good pirate captain, goes to investigate. It turns out to be Ed - which only raises more questions. And gives Stede a few interesting ideas.

A Lesson in "Sword" Fighting 7k - Stede overhears the crew playing Marry, Fuck, Kill. And now he's got some questions for Ed.

Holding Hands 46k - Steddyhands Stede and Ed are going to patch things up even stronger than before. But that still leaves Stede with the small, unresolved matter of what to do about Izzy...

Season 2

Ed and Stede's Inn That is Very Nice; and Good to Stay At; and Has Beds and Stuff - Izzy is dragged back to the land of the living through some highly suspect sea-magic. It's only a matter of time before he ruins everything, again. Problem is, Bonnet refuses to let him out of his sight and keeps insisting on very.... interesting sleeping arrangements. Bonnet is the most oblivious man who has ever fucking lived. Unless he's planning something. 

SPN Fic

Jimmyverse (Season 5 canon divergent Destiel + Jimmy triad):

Love Notes Written in Salt and Lipstick 130k - Dean, Cas, and his vessel Jimmy Novak navigate consent issues, work through their various traumas of Heaven, Hell and heteronormativity, and talk about their feelings in various states of undress.  -  Repbloggable Tumblr Post  

Hard Limits 50k -  Sam/Balthazar focused sequel to Edging set in an alternate season 7 - Rebloggable Tumblr Post

Soft Limits 99k -  Sam/Balthazar - Sequel to Hard Limits.  “Sam isn't sure if he should call Balthazar his boyfriend, sub, or sugardaddy. He doesn't have to figure that out now just so long as he calls him. Amelia Novak, Jimmy's ex-wife, has a mysterious angelic sigil crawling up her arm and Sam's out of his depth.But the fact it turns out to be an obscure sex curse suddenly makes the question of what exactly he and Balthazar are to each other more relevant than either of them were expecting.”

Rare Pair Oneshots:

 As Time Goes Bi  20k - Dean Winchester/Eliot Ness, Dean is comfortably Bi but also stranded in the 40s with a case of hero worship. Has a bit of a noir meets romance novel flavor. Dean’s got a crush and legs for days. Cas is also dead and Dean’s stressed and stuck in the past. So not his best day, but not his worst either. - Rebloggable Tumblr Post 

ABO with a twist

Freaky Angel Sex 101  21k - Michael has left the building, but unfortunately for Dean, he did some renovations on the way out. Now Dean has questions. The most important being what is going on with his ass and what does Ketch mean Dean’s ‘in heat’? - Rebloggable Tumblr Post

Nesting Habits of Domestic Winchesters - A followup to the previous fic that adds Benny into the mix. Rebloggable Tumblr Post

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