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minefield-of-a-ninja · 2 years ago

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All fics are 18+ ONLY unless otherwise noted

SERIES

*at least three parts or chapters

28 Days - AU Dean Winchester x several AU SPN characters

Summary: Dean Winchester is an addict and an alcoholic, a USMC veteran, a father, and an older brother. As Battalion Chief with Lawrence Fire & Medical, Dean comes under investigation when he makes a dangerous and impulsive decision, defying his superiors and abandoning the team he is supposed to lead. He is given the choice to go to rehab for 28 days, or jail. His lawyer insists on rehab, and Dean begrudgingly abides.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Emma Winchester, Jack Kline, Victor Henriksen, Jo Harvelle, Gordon Walker, Bille, Crowley, Rowena, Missouri, Meg, Pamela, Gabriel, Lydia, Casey, Jamie, Carmen, Tessa

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, emergency action, fire, drug use, thoughts of death and dying, teen endangerment, references to underage drug addiction and prostitution, partially told through flashbacks

Words: 33K

Author’s notes: Inspired by the film 28 Days and following canon themes from SPN, this is a fic about Dean, a firefighter who goes to rehab, not about Dean as a firefighter.

And Then There Were Three - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: Natalie and Dean are in a “not serious” relationship until one night, she and Sam take a step that will change things forever.

Warnings/tags: 18+ONLY, rough sex, squirting, anal sex, butt plug, bondage, dirty talk, orgasm control, double penetration, polyamory, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 13,500

Black Tie Optional: sequel to Plus One - Dean Winchester x Vanessa (OFC)

Summary: The last time we saw Vanessa, she was swooning over Dean’s lasting impression. Now, we fast-forward a year to see what she’s up to.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC Vanessa Martinelli, (eventual) Sam Winchester x OFC Emma Olsen

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, HBO RomCom bullshit

Words: 17K

Combat Baby - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: canon divergent - Dean’s sweet, but Jo likes him nasty

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, brief name-calling, exhibitionism, role play, squirting

Words: 3,073 WORK IN PROGRESS

God Only Knows - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: One weekend, years ago, lives rent-free in both of their minds. Three-part mini-series.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, pining, clothed sex, couch sex, hungover sex, fluff, roomies to lovers, idiots in love

Words: 5,500

If We Make It Through December - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Summary: Donna is horrified to learn that the boys have never had a proper Christmas, so she invites them to her house for the holiday.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Donna Hanscum, Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Claire Novak, Kaia Nieves, Patience Turner, Alex Jones

Warnings/tags: there was no rebar, 18+ ONLY, fluff, light angst, domesticity, holiday celebrations

Words: 12K

The Kinda Girl You Like - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: After Sam reveals to Sofie his sub that he likes to watch, she decides that they should act on it. Then he tells her what exactly it is that he likes to watch…

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sub-sharing, bondage, rimming, the jockey is my favorite sex position, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 6,500

Leaving Heaven - Dean Winchester x Taziana Smith (OFC)

Summary: Tazi is a bounty hunter of mostly human things. She isn’t firmly seated in the supernatural world, but she’s familiar enough that she’s recruited by an old friend of John Winchester’s to capture and deliver a brief acquaintance of her own.

Characters: MOC/Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Lee Webb, original characters

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, brief dub-con, mentions of the foster system, references to past rape, commiserating over childhood trauma, threats of sexual violence

Words: 16,500 WORK IN PROGRESS

The Mud On Your Boots - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Summary: Dean and Donna finally give in.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, dirty talk, fluff, consent is sexy, period sex, fisting, blood as lube, shower sex

Words: 8k (permanent hiatus)

Plus One - Dean Winchester x Vanessa (OFC)

Summary: Vanessa hates weddings until she meets a handsome stranger who agrees to help her mix things up for the night.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, fingery things, squirting, and Dean has no refractory period bc this is fic

Words: 9,600

Pretty Reckless - MOC Dean Winchester x pre-slayer Faith Lehane

Summary: AU where s10 Dean stumbles upon another hunter so much like himself. When their connection grows inexplicably stronger, they find an answer they never thought existed.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Faith Lehane, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Cain

Warnings/tags: 19+, rough sex, prostate massage, magical bond

Words: 15K

Run Me Like A River - AU Dean Winchester x AU Jessica Jones

Summary: AU wherein Jessica Jones is super-powered by gov’t experiments to create elite soldiers, the Winchesters are military officers in humanity’s War Against Evil, and they have all gone AWOL from their assigned roles. Dean and Jess embark on a relationship that ends abruptly and explosively until Dean calls her for help on a very personal case.

Characters: Jessica Jones, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Malcolm is Jess’s cat

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, major character death, unhealthy relationship dynamics, bondage, rough sex, anal sex, ptsd

Words: 14K

Seasons - Dean Winchester x unnamed female character

Summary: She is his safe haven, untouched by anything else or anyone.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, canon divergent - no Cassie or Lisa, non-linear storytelling, four seasons, angst, hurt/comfort, references non-con unprotected sex, loss of a pregnancy

Words: 12K

Temporary Scars - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum x Benny Lafitte

Warnings/tags: 18+, Angst, Donna has intimacy issues, Dean’s the sweetest, self-sabotage, sort of established relationship, Benny’s swoony as fuck, Dean’s in love, polyamory, pregnancy kink

Words: 4,500 (permanent hiatus)

Unopened At Your Feet - AU Sam Winchester x female narrator, AU Dean Winchester x female narrator

Summary: This is the story of how I broke my own heart.

Characters: Female Narrator, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Becky Rosen, Meg Masters, Benny Lafitte

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, weed-smoking, canon-compliant date-rape/roofie (Becky), love triangle

Words: 12,470 WORK IN PROGRESS

Where Is My Shiny Gun? - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Summary: canon divergent - Sam finds himself in a quandary when he realizes he has feelings for Donna by way of the obvious mutual attraction between her and Dean.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Sam is kinky, Dean is adorable, so is Donna, Dean likes to give Donna massages, Sam directing while masturbating, brief spanking + breast slapping, brief knife play - no blood, W*ncest adjacent

Word Count: 7,800

ONE-SHOTS

A Fight For Love & Glory - Winchesters x you (female)

Summary: You’re struck by sex pollen, so Sam and Dean agree to help you out.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex pollen, feelings of guilt, ass play, dirty talk, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2K

Bad Girls Underneath - Ruby 2.0 x Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Ruby and Jojo get hit by a sex curse again; this time, they need Dean’s help.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, magical-dick/male-gaze bullshit, probably too much commentary and emotional complication, why am I like this, I’m sorry, sometimes I can’t help myself, fisting, brief choking

Words: 2,600

Cactus - Dean Winchester x Meg Masters x Castiel

Summary: Post-battle, exhausted and wanting, Dean and Meg and Cas take care of each other.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ ONLY, dreamlike sex, a little choking, Dean’s always hungry

Words: 3,200

Caveat Emptor - Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: Gabriela Cruz invests in a Victorian mansion in the middle of America where the rule of Buyer Beware is absolute. When her twin sister goes missing, a couple of federal agents show up. Lucky for Gabi, Dean and Sam Winchester are on the case.

Characters: Gabriela Cruz, Camila Cruz, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ed Zeddmore, Harry Spangler

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, language, mentions death of family members, cursed object, mentions of blood + gore, sarcasm, twin dynamics, explicit sex

Words: 4,600

Crazy On You – Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: You’ve had a shitty day, but this beautiful, unfamiliar boy will make it all better.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Impala Sex, there’s a knife but not in a bloody way

Words: 4K

Crossroads and Bound - Dean Winchester x female demon reader

Summary: He agreed to this.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, femdom, Dean’s tied to a chair, wearing a cock ring, face sitting, things might get a little rough, but it’s all in good fun, squirting

Words: 2,250

The Curve Of Your Pretty Gown - Dean Winchester x female reader

Request: Hey hon! Ok, so it’s my birthday today, so maybe a story about Dean surprising me/ the reader by turning up unannounced to wish me/the reader a ‘happy birthday’ and there’s lots of smut ❤️

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, a little angst

Words: 2,200

Deep - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Dean shows you more about pleasure than ‘deep’.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Dean being perfect, sensual massage, Dean being the best lay ever, biting, Dean being a fairytale prince, the jockey is my favorite sexual position, try it, it’s amazing, talking during sex, gratuitous use of terms of endearment bc it’s Dean

Words: 3K

Discord and Rhyme - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x female reader

Summary: He’s on the prowl.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough anal sex, crying during sex, blood during sex, there’s a lot of purple prose and excessive descriptions of taste and smell here, sexual coercion, dirty talk

Words: 1,750

Ennui - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x unnamed female character

Anonymous Prompt: “I really want demon dean stalking someone but I don’t know how to do that with consent? But guh just the thought of him.

Characters: Knight of Hell/Demon Dean Winchester x unnamed female character

Tags/warnings: 18+ only; this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester; stalking; exhibitionism; voyeurism; dirty talk; horny on aisle 3; fuck it, we ball

Words: 2,400

Equilibrium - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: They have balance.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, established relationship, cock warming

Words: 1,400

Get Down, Make Love - Winchester brothers x original female character

Summary: Steph decides to cut loose and push the envelope with her favorite fellow hunters.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, hot tubbing, drunk sex (consensual), dirty talk, mfm spitroast, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 3,200

Hark and Hush - Purgatory Dean x wolf spirit in a female body

Summary: This is the story of how Dean Winchester hunted, became enamored with, and slew the ancient spirit of the Big Bad Wolf.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, stalking, blood, gore, rough sex, character death

Words: 2,200

Hide Your Love Away – Dean Winchester x female hunter reader

Summary: Mutual hunters seek comfort for a night and a lifetime of memories.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, ass play

Words: 3,600

His Sword - Michael/Dean x female prostitute

Summary: Michael takes some time to remind Dean who’s in control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, edge play, bondage, knife play, blood play, choking, rough sex, name-calling, character death

Words: 2,300

Just My Imagination - Dean Winchester x female Zanna

Summary: After Mary leaves the boys a second time, Dean needs a reset, or to blow off some steam – something. He heads out on a snowy evening the night before Christmas and finds just the right thing.

Warnings/tags: mature, Hallmark channel fuckery

Words: 2,800

One Night Only (23 in 1) - Dean Winchester x Mila (original female character)

Summary: While on a job in the middle of America, Dean enjoys a rigorous night of mutual gratification with a local art student.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, ass play, shower sex, dirty talk

Words: 5,500

River - Dean Winchester x Ty (Original male character), Dean x Benny implied

Summary: It’s Dean’s first winter after sending Benny back to Purgatory.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, implied underage prostitution, semi-public sex

Words: 1,600

Rules Are Rules - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Dean hasn’t been himself lately. The Mark has seen to that.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, hand around the throat, rough sex, squirting

Words: 2,400

Shattered Like A Stone - Demon Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: The Mark is demanding, and the demon in Dean can’t deny it any more than he can deny her; it just might get everything it wants tonight.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother’s Dean Winchester, rough sex, bondage, multiple object insertion, suicidal ideation, darkfic, self-destruction, bloody sex, sadism and masochism, anal sex, Jameson as lube, spit as lube, face fucking, Daddy as title, misogynist language, choking, strangulation, assisted suicide

Words: 6,800

Some Stranger’s Hand - 2009 Dean Winchester x 2014 Risa (The End)

Summary: He lost everything.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, plush pink pillow lips for my Eloise

Words: 1,700

Spark, Flicker, Blaze - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Somewhere along the line, her life became something she didn’t like. On her 35th birthday, she makes a decision to change all of that.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, overly descriptive orgasms, Dean’s the best birthday present ever

Words: 2,200

Stuff & Thangs That Are Awesome… And Not Awesome - Dean Winchester x female character (1st person POV)

*TWD Crossover

Prompt(s): 1) Dean has been arrested twice for indecent exposure – once was in a grocery store. 2) Jensen or Dean x Reader, a small public place, he pins you to the wall, covers your mouth and fucks you.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Rick Grimes eye-fucking, Shane Walsh having a pissing contest with a young, cocky Dean Winchester

Words: 1,300

Supernova - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Since Dean’s had the Mark and the Blade, he’s pulled away from you, afraid of hurting you. You miss him, and you’ve had it. One night you push him to the edge.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, bondage, blood play, biting, bruising, knifeplay, rough sex, dubcon/mindfuck

Words: 2,500

Triptych - Dean Winchester x bisexual female couple

Summary: Dean’s on a case and meets two beautiful women. One of them is recently divorced, and the new couple invites Dean to help them kick off their new life together.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, sex toy, Dean’s real good at sex

Words: 4,700

Wait Till My Brother Gets Home - Winchester brothers x female reader

Summary: She wants to lose control.

Warnings/tags: 18+ Only, rough sex, hair pulling, mfm spit roast, bruising and chafing during sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 2,450

When We Fall Then We’ll Know Each Other - Dean Winchester x Benny Lafitte (voyeur Castiel)

Prompt: “There’s nothing wrong with women, but a woman can’t hold you down and fuck you like I can.”

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, cum and spit as lube, anal sex, voyeurism

Words: 1,400

QUICK AND DIRTY

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Barbed Wire Carnival - Choose your own Winchester

Summary: Absence of feeling.

Warnings/tags: mature, angst, dark descriptions

Words: 300

Brimstone - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s exactly what she wants.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY surprise, bitch

Words: 450

Bring It On Home - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Let’s pretend Dean wouldn’t be terrified to welcome love into his life.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, established relationship, comfort, fluff, handsy Dean

Words: 1K

Communion - Dean Winchester x female reader

prompt: Fluffy dean or Jensen smoking weed plz, ty

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, marijuana use

Words: 1K

Crash Through The Surface - Dean Winchester x Jasen (original male character)

Summary: Dean remembers his First.

Warnings/tags: mature, bi-sexual Dean, references to prostitution

Words: 800

Custard Pie - Dean Winchester x female reader

Prompt: Dean/OFC based on Led Zeppelin’s ‘Custard Pie.’

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY oral sex

Words: 800

Drag You To The Shore - Dean Winchester x GN reader

Prompt: Dean Winchester settled in between someone’s legs on the bed. Like his back to their chest, their legs wrapped around him, heels keeping his thighs open while they jerk him off, explicit but soft vibes.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY

Words: 800

Fall Away Into - Dean Winchester x Ruby 2.0 x female reader (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Prompt: “Dean x reader x Ruby 2.0 with Sam watching from the corner.”

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY drug-induced sex, OOC Dean, mff spit roast, use of the word bitch during sex, rough sex, hate sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 530

Foxholes - Annie Hawkins x Bobby Singer/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester

Summary: Annie recalls time spent with each man and what their facial hair told her about them.

Warnings/tags: mature language and references to sexual activity

Words: 349

The Gazelle - AU Dean Winchester x AU Benny Lafitte x female reader

Summary: They aim to please.

Warnings/tags: mature, power exchange, Denny apparent

Words: 1K

The Good Slayer - Dean Winchester x Faith Lehane

Prompt: Dean and our girl Faith. (This is a sequel of sorts for Pretty Reckless.)

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, talking during sex

Words: 800

Hollow - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

prompt: Would anyone be willing to write something with Dean [or Jensen] x reader to the song Love on the Brain by Rihanna

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, dirty talk, rough sex, angst

Words: 1K

I’ll Keep Them Still - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: Dean remembers promises and pictures in his mind. And he remembers her.

Warnings/tags: mature, songfic, angst, dream/afterlife sequences, purple prose, I’m sorry

Words: 1K

Just One More Peaceful Day - MOC Dean Winchester x female reader

Prompt: angsty Dean with the line “I can still remember just the way you taste” from the song “It’s been a while” by Staind

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, blood play, knife play, mentions of addiction

Words: 700

Laissez Les Bons Temp Rouler - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s got a dirty mouth when he’s drunk.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dirty talk, a dirty public bathroom during Mardi Gras

Words: 600

Lifting the Veil - Choose Your Own Winchester

Summary: You’ve been missing something of paramount importance - until now.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, infidelity, squirting

Words: 1K

Mind Blown - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Mind-blowing orgasms can sometimes be literal.

Warnings/tags: mature, transient global amnesia after sex, dirty talk

Words: 560

Nihilism - Knight of Hell/Demon Dean x female reader

Prompt: Can you tell me about the morning after going several rounds with Dean he rolls over in bed and adjusts the covers, causing you to forget your shift to be his good girl a couple more times?

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, this is not your mother's Dean Winchester, name-calling, rough sex, nihilistic themes, Knight of Hell Dean, fantasies of being fucked to death? Idk it’s one of mine, might as well be yours, you’re female AFAB in this scenario

Words: 800

One For Tomorrow, One Just For Today - Dean Winchester x female reader

Prompt: before leaving on a hunt, Dean sings “Love Me Two Times” to his lady.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLT, Dean can actually sing, and he does it during sex

Words: 660

The Prerogative To Have A Little Fun - Donna Hanscum x Jody Mills x Winchester brothers (kinda)

Prompt: Donna’s visiting Jody for the weekend and the boys swing by on their way home from a hunt. Dean mows the lawn, Sam fixes a leaky shower head, Dean makes dinner, and they both do the dishes. Meanwhile, the ladies sit back and enjoy the domestic display.

Warnings/tags: mature, men doing manly things, inspired by Shania Twain’s song “Man! I Feel Like A Woman”, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 1K

Recompense - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: Dean is sorry for hurting the ones he loves.

Warnings/tags: mature, angst, Dean saying hurtful things then trying to make up for it

Words: 500

Scream - Dean Winchester x past-female reader

Summary: Dean tells us the real reason he loves “All Saint’s Day” as much as he does.

Warnings/tags: mature, references to coming untouched, getting turned on by scary movies

Words: 320

Soft Cell - Dean Winchester + teenage female

Prompt: Dean + reader dancing in the bunker

Warnings/tags: one F-bomb bc Dean

Words: 720

Through The White Night - AU Dean Winchester x original female character

Summary: 18th Century matrimony isn’t as simple as it is today.

Warnings/tags: mentions of wall sex and finger-y things

Words: 560

Wish - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: You want it to be love – but it isn’t. You want him – but you can’t have him.

Warnings/tags: mature, sepia-toned angst ™ @boondoctorwho

Words: 765

With Pleasured Hands - Dean Winchester x female reader

Summary: He’s got secrets she has yet to uncover

Warnings/tags: mature

Words: 500

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faustianbroker · 2 years ago

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TIMING: Current LOCATION: Mephisto's Repository PARTIES: Leviathan (@faustianbroker) & Sofie (@sofiedupont) SUMMARY: Sofie visits the shop to make a little trade, but ends up finding more than she bargained for. CONTENT WARNINGS: None

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After tripping over one too many boxes in her apartment, Sofie had come to an unfortunate conclusion. It was time to offload more of her things than she had anticipated.

Luckily, she remembered speaking to someone on the internet who owned Mephisto’s Repository. Chuck, if she remembered correctly, had sussed her out as ‘the new competition’, though Sofie would have hardly called herself competition. She was too busy anguishing over which of her beloved memories to part with to be much competition. But she’d sat for hours digging through centuries of memories and managed to find a few potentially cursed (or just frankly spooky looking) artifacts from her personal history. She packed them all neatly in a bag and set out to try and make a deal.

Sofie entered the curio shop and was immediately overwhelmed with the sheer mass of bits and bobs, all wonderfully weird and wacky and, based on her conversation with the store's owner, probably cursed. She milled about, making her way toward the person she saw over by a display case. “I’m looking for Chuck?”

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Henrietta was busy buffing the metal frame of the display case to a blinding shine when she heard a voice pipe up behind her. Whipping around to face its owner, the girl gave Sofie a bright, welcoming smile. “Helloooooo!” she greeted the customer enthusiastically, her gaze fixing on the bag in the woman’s arms. Her head cocked to the side, high-set ponytail dancing through the air. “Chuck, huh?” Eyebrows raised, giving the woman a more thorough once-over, during which that winning smile almost faltered. “Yeah! Yeah, I can get him for you! Wait here, honey.”

Turning on her heel, cleaning materials gathered in her arms, the twenty-something woman bopped her way toward the back to the store. On the way, she dropped her rags and bottle on the desk where the cashier sat, tinkering with something. The squirrely man gasped in shock, lifting his head from where he’d been hunched over to glare after her as she approached the red door that led into the back, giving it a rapid succession of knocks.

“Chuuuuck, there’s someone out here to see you!” She glanced back at the spot she’d left Sofie standing in, beaming a grin that didn’t reach her eyes. The door opened a moment later, and suddenly her attention was solely on the owner of the establishment as he emerged, scanning the storefront for a moment before landing on Sofie. With a nod, he started in her direction, leaving Henrietta behind to close the door and mutter something to herself under her breath.

“Welcome, welcome,” Chuck began as he approached her with a smile, but once his gaze spotted the bag in her arms, that smile became something more of a smirk. “Wait a minute,” he started playfully, “you’re not here to bring me some special items from your personal collection, are you, miss Du Pont?”

—

The woman who chirped hello’s at the front of the shop seemed sweet, but there was something unnerving about the way she gave the vampire a thorough once-over. Sofie gave a flash of teeth in what she hoped was her most winning smile, and that it didn’t come across as a vampire who might decide it was snack time. Good thing she’s stopped for a red eye on the way over.

Her fingers drummed idly against her bag as she waited. She walked in a slow circle, taking in the shop. He certainly hadn’t been kidding when he said he loved a good haunted anything. Everything her eyes set upon gave a curious feeling of something being off. Perhaps it was just the idea of it all being haunted or cursed that gave that feel. She’d been known to use the tactic before. If Sofie had felt a particular client would be more inclined to make a purchase if it had a deeply tragic past, then who was she to deny them a few grisly, albeit mostly fake details.

She turned when she heard a new voice and looked up at who was most assuredly the owner. So this was chuck. She wasn’t sure why she’d been anticipating someone older. Some graying old man with a curled mustache with some taxidermied bird perched on his desk in the back. Perhaps it was the idea of working with old things that she usually associated old things with old people. Though she knew better than most that looks could be deceiving.

“As a matter of fact, I am. And please, call me Sofie.” She said with a friendly smile. “Though of course, I also came to browse. I figured it wouldn’t be right of me to attempt to pawn some of my old things off on you if I didn’t also make a purchase. I did promise I’m not trying to be the competition. Most of my wares are spectacularly mundane, if a bit dusty.”

—

Clicking his tongue appreciatively, Chuck cocked his head at Sofie and grinned. “Oh, no need to worry about that. What’s a little competition between neighbors, anyway?” Except for Kurt. Fuck that guy, he was just a bastard. “Still, if you see something you like, I’m sure an exchange could be arranged.”

There were items from all across the globe, some ridiculous, others deeply macabre. There wasn’t much rhyme or reason to the placement of things, except when sequestering the smaller selections of non-cursed-but-still-bizarre objects. Or the bones and skeletons: those had their own wall.

Henrietta was lurking nearby, clearly listening to their conversation. Ichabod, the cashier, was making bug eyes at her, trying to silently lure her away from the pair, but she wasn’t having it. Brows furrowed in frustration, the young woman crept closer and closer under the guise of cleaning things. Chuck noticed it of course—she wasn’t particularly sneaky—and cleared his throat. She straightened up with a little peep, eyes widening.

“Henri, be a dear and go make sure the piece in storage is properly wrapped and padded for mister Duarte’s delivery, won’t you?” Annoyed but obedient, his employee gave a curt nod and whipped around to stalk back toward the red door that led into the back.

“Curious little things,” he mused, wearing a slight grin. Whoever they’d been in life had gotten all mixed up with the lesser demons that’d been stuffed into their bodies, so their personalities tended to take on extreme qualities, these days. Chuck didn’t mind, though. They were nothing if not entertaining to have around. “Now. What d’you have for me?”

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“Excellent,” Sofie’s face broke into a grin to match the man’s. It probably wasn’t the best way for either of them to conduct business, but if both items were of relatively similar monetary value, then were either of them really losing any money?

It was a curious little show. Chuck clearing his throat- the young woman who had been barely dusting the displays as she inched closer, the wide-eyed cashier watching the entire thing go down. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep a little amused laugh at bay. Sofie would have felt bad if the poor girl had thought she was being laughed at when she was already getting dismissed by her employer.

The vampire shrugged. “I’m sure you have a great deal of interesting things pass through your doors. I can’t say I blame her for being curious.” Being a one woman operation (or more so a one woman garage sale) Sofie had never had to deal with prying eyes or questions as to where things had come from from anyone under her employ. And people looking to buy weren’t always begging for the details- they simply wanted the product and a guarantee that it was genuine.

“Well, unfortunately, the haunted doll I had originally been discussing with you was, erm…” She paused a moment, searching for the right words. “Emancipated from my care by someone who simply would not take no for an answer.” Sofie sighed, setting the bag down. “But thankfully, that wasn’t the only odd knick knack I had in my collection.” She pulled out a small black velvet box, and opened it to reveal a small gold ring with an assortment of gemstones set neatly across it.

“This is what is referred to as acrostic jewelry. If you’re not familiar with the concept, each of the gems helps to spell out a word. Wildly popular in the romantic period. Unfortunately, I’ve had nothing but horrible luck any time I’ve worn it. Which was rather sad when I first acquired it since it was a gift from someone I was once very fond of.” A sort of grimace washed over Sofie’s features when she remembered that particular trist. Thankfully her standards had improved in the centuries since that dalliance. Men who give you sparkly things as an apology aren’t worth your time Seraphine had told her. Her sire had, of course, been right. And it was high time Sofie had gotten rid of that stupid ring anyway. “It spells out amour, if you’re curious. Amethyst, morganite, opal, uralian emerald, and ruby. A beautiful thing. But any slight misfortune that could befall me when I wore it did. Getting caught in the rain without an umbrella, something important going missing, being unable to find the matching shoe- you get the idea.” Not to mention I was trapped in the sun for the most stressful twenty minutes of my prolonged existence. She finished silently to herself.

“I also have this,” She pulled a smaller package that she’d wrapped carefully of a very old portrait. “I swear the eyes follow me, and I would like nothing more than for it’s prying eyes to be someone else’s problem. And while I did lose the haunted doll, I do have this one-” She pulled out another porcelain doll with a mess of curly blonde hair and a missing eye. “She’s just creepy. Not haunted, I don’t think. But I didn’t advertise her for fear of… certain repeat customers, if you catch my drift?”

—

Chuck hummed thoughtfully, stealing a glance in the direction he’d sent Henrietta off in. “I suppose—can’t help but think that in her specific case, it’s more of a jealousy thing.” An idea that he wasn’t going to elaborate on, instead focusing his attention on the bag as it was opened. “Ah, no worries, it happens—can’t say I haven’t done that to my fair share of sellers in the past,” he chuckled.

Brows raised as the ring was offered forth, and the demon pulled a pair of black cotton gloves from his pocket, slipping them on. He then took it from Sofie with careful hands, plucking it from the small box it came in with an evident lack of concern as far as the curse she was describing went. “Fascinating,” he said quietly to himself, turning it to let the light catch each gemstone in turn. “From the romantic period, you said? That’s quite old.” Strange for someone to be willing to part with on a trade basis, but then perhaps the trade deal was only for whatever else she had in that bag.

Either that, or it was a personal belonging that needed rehoming. If Chuck weren’t an ageless being, it would never have been a thought that crossed his mind. But as it was, he’d met plenty of folks over the years with extended lifespans, and knew to never discount the possibility. Especially in a town like this.

Putting it back in its box, Chuck determined that it would make an excellent addition to his collection. Next came the portrait, which he inspected the frame of, looking pleased. This one would be easy to sell off, people loved old portraits. Mostly, they loved claiming they were of their own ancestry, but if it was spooky to boot? He’d give it a week. Lastly, the doll—ah. He laughed, nodding his head and brushing the doll’s hair from her cherubic face. “That’s fair. And haunted or not, as you said, she certainly is creepy. I’m happy to have her around the place.”

Settling each item safely on the table they’d chosen as their workspace, Chuck gestured to the entirety of the store. “Please, have a look around, miss Sofie. If you see anything you like, take it to Ichabod, there,” he gestured to the squirrely young man at the register, “and whatever the cost of these lovely pieces you’ve brought me that isn’t covered by your selection will be paid in cash.” There was a beat, and he smirked to himself before looking at her again. “I have to ask, though… What got you interested in collecting antiques?”

—

An amused grin tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Ah.” If three hundred years had taught her anything, it was the delightful intricacies of interpersonal relationships. Jealousy was one of those tricky little emotions that could cause a terrible mess of things. She’d seen more than a few of those messes over the years. She’d been a participant in a few as well. This time, however, she could happily remain a bystander. Sofie’s grin turned toward a slight grimace for a moment. “Believe me, I would have much preferred to sell it. But some accusations about ethics and morality were thrown about, and I also wasn’t given much of an option.”

Sofie nodded. “I believe it’s from the eighteen-forties, specifically.” Eighteen forty-three, but semantics were semantics. “Worth a pretty penny I’d wager.” More than wager. She knew how much something that old in that good quality could cost, regardless of it’s cursed status.

A lopsided grin crinkled Sofie’s features as she looked at the doll. It hadn’t always been creepy. But the years had passed, and the doll had experienced typical wear and tear that came with travel. And then when she had been on the run, packing hadn’t always been the top priority, and certain things had gotten tossed about. The doll had unfortunately been one of them.

Ah, there it was. The question that always came that the answer to always changed. The only thing that stayed the same is that it was never the truth. Well… almost never the truth. “Ah, well you see, a great many of them were inherited.” Mostly a lie. She’d taken some of the other DuPont family members things after they’d gone. They hadn’t been left to her specifically, but she couldn’t bear to part with the little she had left of them.

“Then over the years I’ve just acquired a few more. From people like you, yard sales, and whatnot.” Sofie realized that ‘over the years’ wasn’t really the best turn of phrase for someone who looked like they’d only have been in business for a few years, but the words had already left her mouth. “What about you? How did you get into all this?”

—

“Ethics and morality? What were they, a ghost rights activist?” Chuck let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Weird.”

The slip up, if you could call it that, did not go unnoticed by the demon. He vaulted an eyebrow, making a mental note of it. If it was really a collection, as she said, then a lot of her family must have died at the same time. Or, more likely, she was older than she looked. Chuck was pretty good at picking them out, seeing as how he’d been around since humanity first started on their evolutionary path.

But that would have to wait, because she was asking him the same question. Seeing this as an opportunity, he gave her a smile. “I’ve been traveling for a long time, you see. And I always like to take little knick-knacks home with me, but home wasn’t a very great place for them, turned out…” It wasn’t entirely untrue, but the collection that was here in the store certainly wasn’t composed solely of things that the demon had collected over the years. No, many of these had been acquired in the last couple of years, since settling in Wicked’s Rest. There had been many trips to exotic locations since then, and many lesser demons in Chuck’s employ to do the gathering for him.

“Eventually, it became too much. I, like you, started looking for ways to offload some of them. Then I found this town, and it just seemed like an excellent fit.” Another lie, as it had more or less been the other way around. He let a beat of silence pass between them before shaking his head and laughing airily, like he was admonishing himself for a thought that’d crossed his mind. “I’m sorry, I just—I can’t help but notice that you look awfully… young. How is it that someone like you managed to gather up such an impressive stock in so short a time?”

The question—or accusation, depending on how you looked at it—hung heavy in the air. His smile and curious, expectant expression took on an almost severe quality, like he’d punish her if she tried to lie.

“I hope you don’t mind my asking,” he added, voice sickly sweet. “Curiosity killed the cat, et cetera.”

—

“Yes.” Sofie said without a trace of humor. “They were quite literally protesting my unjust treatment of ghosts outside my apartment.”

She watched as his eyebrow ticked up on his forehead. Sofie somehow managed to maintain an air of calm about her as panicked alarm bells started sounding in her mind. Of course he was a curious man- he collected cursed, haunted, or otherwise spooky items. He knew a good story when he heard one. He probably knew a shitty lie when he heard one, too.

She smiled politely as he kept talking, and was relieved that it didn’t seem to be circling back to any of the risky territory she’d inadvertently drawn a huge circle around, practically screaming ask me more damning questions, please!

Of course there were no holes in his own tale. At least, none as far as Sofie could see. And Wicked’s Rest was an odd enough town that it didn’t really surprise her that someone would collect so many potentially dangerous things only to set them free into the world. She was still smiling and nodding politely when the question she’d been dreading was asked. And the way that he looked at her…

If Sofie could have turned into a bat like the vampires in books and flew out of there, she would have.

She somehow managed to make the soft laugh that left her sound effortless. “Well now, Mister Jones, you know it’s terribly rude to ask a lady her age.” Sofie smoothed her clothes, the motion an attempt to comfort herself that did not work. “I have an affinity for old things. I suppose you could say I’m an old soul.” Neither of those things were lies. They were the closest thing to the truth she’d dare say- especially to a stranger.

—

There was no immediate response, that unnerving grin remaining buttoned to the demon’s visage. Perhaps it was giving her a chance to say more, or perhaps it was digesting her excuse. Whatever the case, the painful pause in dialogue dragged on and on, until—

“Well then,” he said with an abrupt cheerfulness, “you are in good company, my dear.” As if to excuse her for the time being, Chuck gave another low dip of his head, a respectful nod, and gestured again to the rest of the store. “Please. Take your time.”

Once she’d wandered off to peruse the wares, however reluctantly, Chuck poked his head into the back room. “Gabagool, my love?” The furry little demon came scampering over, wrapping his arms around Chuck’s leg to try and peer around them to get a better look at who was in the shop. Chuck laughed, snapping his fingers to get the beast to look up at him.

“Be a dear and gather what information you can on Miss Sofie Du Pont, won’t you?” The lesser demon’s massive maw cracked into a wide, toothy grin.

“Can do, boss.” And like that he was off, squeezing through the small open window in the back office. Chuck smiled to himself and backed out of the office, shutting the door behind him and scanning the store to locate Sofie. His gaze lingered on her for a moment before he went to Ichabod, instructing him to gather the pieces she had brought and begin preparing them for display.

“Anything caught your fancy, yet?” the demon asked a few minutes later as he approached her in an aisle, still brandishing that too-wide smile.

—

It was probably a good thing that Sofie’s had already ceased beating years prior, because if it hadn’t, it would have stopped stone cold under Levi’s scrutinizing eye. It felt as though he could see right through her, and she loathed it. The seconds ticked by for centuries as she waited for him to break the silence.

The sound of his voice was so sudden, it was like the sudden crash of thunder on an otherwise calm evening. Wide eyed, she managed a smile until he turned to go, and let out a soft breath of relief. She looked around, walking to the first display case she saw and stared into it absently as she attempted to collect her thoughts.

What did he mean ‘in good company’? Was it just a turn of phrase? Sofie didn’t think he was a vampire, but she couldn’t be entirely certain. What had started as a seemingly normal interaction had suddenly caused her to be completely unnerved. She was pulled from the endless labyrinth of her thoughts at the sight of a necklace. It was a pretty thing- a simple gold chain with what she believed was a peridot dangling from it. She wondered why such a pretty thing had been left to the isle of cursed things.

She didn’t even hear the store owner walk back over, and she barely managed to not jump as his voice pulled her from her thoughts. And then there was that smile- that utterly unnerving smile. “Y-you know,” Sofie stuttered, clearing her throat. “There’s just. So much to choose from- I saw a few things, but I think I’ll take a day to think, if you don’t mind. I’m not much for impulse purchases.” As she talked she took a step backwards, willing her feet to blindly find their way to the door.

—

The grin became somewhat knowing as Sofie stammered out her excuse, but Chuck offered a gracious nod. “Of course. It’s a lot to consider. Take as long as you need, we won’t be going anywhere.”

As the long-lived woman who’s true nature he had yet to discern backed her way out of the store, Chuck raised a hand in a nonchalant goodbye wave. “Ta-ta! See you soon!”

Once the door had shut behind her, his smile dissolved and the demon immediately turned on his heel and stalked to the counter at the back of the store. Ichabod was busy doing as he was told, carefully inspecting and cleaning the pieces. Leviathan inhaled deeply as he approached, smoothing out his proverbial feathers and grabbing a pair of gloves to help the possessed lad.

“She seemed… interesting?” Ichabod said carefully, side-eyeing his boss. Leviathan grinned, raising a brow.

“Interesting indeed. I think she might have been interested in that necklace in the middle aisle. Take a look at it, won’t you? Make sure it’s still functional.”

“Of course, sir. Yes. Right away!”

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