#THREE people have pointed a weapon at Bobby and only one has BARELY lived to tell the tale

[princessfbi]

Listen, we talk about Buck’s dumb luck and Madney’s series of misfortunes but……. It would be Bobby and Athena who would just be trying to have a relaxing evening on their spontaneous sailing death trap of a vacation and run into pirates.

[holylulusworld]

Wrong place, wrong time

Summary: You are at the wrong place at the wrong time…

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader; Alpha!John x Omega!Mary

Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: angst, language, injuries, crimes, blood, wounds, incorrect medical terms (I am no doctor), light smut/implied smut (barely), unprotected sex, mentions of sexual intercourse, implied claiming,  hostage situations, kidnapping, scenting, abo, abo dynamics, true mates

A/N: This is an AU in which Dean and the Winchesters are criminals. It’s also an ABO setting.

You always wondered why people tend to tell you ‘I was at the wrong place at the wrong time’. So far, you never thought you would ever be one of the people telling others so but here you are, looking into the barrel of a gun.

Your day started normally. You got up, had a shower, ate breakfast, checked your e-mails.

It shouldn’t end like this. You finally had a date and wanted to buy a nice dress. As your friend only takes cash for her service (she’s a bit weird, you have to admit) you had to drive to the bank.

This is how you ended here. Sweating like a pig at the butchery, afraid you will die before you ever had the chance to find an alpha to claim you.

“Please…I’ll do anything…” Sniffing you hold your hands above your head while the man aiming the gun at you begins to smirk. He steps closer, tugs the gun into his waistband and the next thing you know is he has you in his arms.

“Such an obedient little Omega.” Musing the man wraps his arms around your waist, swaying with you as if he wants to dance. “You know, all of you will be silent, do as my colleagues say or this nice girl will pay the price.”

“Please, don’t hurt me, Sir.” Whimpering you feel a knife press against your throat and one hand wander over your stomach to slip under your shirt. The alpha is stroking your skin before his lips nip at your neck.

“I know you are scared, Sweetheart but you are too delicious. I will not kill you if can be a good girl for me.” Nodding you try to stop your legs from giving in. He’s hard against your ass. “Never smelled something divine before.”

Your eyes round as the other men start stuffing money into their duffle bags. One of them, an even taller guy than the one holding you in his arms says something you don’t understand. He seems to talk to your captor in a language you do not understand. 

“Let her go, One. We got no time for you to get your knot into another omega. She doesn’t seem to be happy at all.” 

“Shut up, Two and get the money. My Sweetheart is happy to be in my arms. I bet I could take her with me, and she’ll have my pups.” One says and the other man chortles at his words.

“I bet she wants you to let her go. Now keep an eye on the others and stop flirting. We got better things to do.” Two leaves the room only for his accomplices to come out of the vault, bags full of money.

“Three, how much longer?” An elder man smirks at you in your captor’s arms, pointing toward the man holding you. 

“I see you found someone special, One. Don’t get too cozy with her. Omegas are complicated to keep around.” Three snickers before he tosses the bags into the shopping cart they brought with them. 

One, the man holding your life in his hands seems to relax while holding you.

“Omega…” A low throaty purr against your throat lets your knees wobble. “Don’t even think about it, Sweetheart. I’ll have your throat slit open before you can try to run. Now be good and relax. It will be over soon.”

“Please. I…I only want to go home.” Sniffling you can feel his breath in your neck. “I want to live…”

“Never said we will kill you. Be silent and follow One’s orders.” Two comes out of the vault, two more bags full of money as the security man does something stupid.

He gets his gun out and tries to shoot Two. Your legs give in as the bullet hits the man calling himself Two. Blood splatters onto your shirt and you feel someone push you to the floor as the security man fires again. 

“Stay down, Sweetheart. I’ll handle this.” Stunned you watch the man holding a knife to your throat not moments ago disarm the security man before he knocks him out.

“Fuck! Two!” Three runs out of the vault, drops the bags as he kneels next to the injured man. “We should go, we have enough.”

“He’s bleeding heavily, won’t make it if we do not stop the bleeding.” One pants, you can see the worry in his eyes as you scramble to your legs.

“I…I am a doctor. I could…” Stammering you rush toward the injured man. “I can try to help him if you let the others go…”

“Deal, omega. One, Four, bring Two into the van. Five, you’ll help me bring the money out.” The elder man orders as he aims a gun to your head. “The rest of you will remain silent and will not alert the cops before we are gone. This girl just saved all of your life’s don’t make me kill her…”

“Do you have a first aid kit?” With shaking fingers, you add pressure to the tall man’s wound.

“One…two…three…” Whispering the words you take deep breaths to calm your nerves. “I need sanitizer or alcohol, a scissor, and band-aids, or any clean fabric.” Ripping the tall man’s shirt open you use a clean towel to wipe the blood away.

“How is he? Will he make it?” The man who aimed a gun to your head removes his mask and you gasp. “Don’t worry. We are a well-known gang. I’ll not kill you, Sweetheart for seeing my face.”

“The bullet is still inside but it looks like it’s intact. I’ll need a squeezer to get the fabric of his shirt out of the wound to make sure he won’t get an infection.”

Working in sync with the worried-looking man you open the wound wider with a scalpel before you careful search for the bullet.

“He can’t die. Please help my brother…” Now you meet worried emerald eyes and you nod silently, knowing he must be scared of losing his brother. 

“Squeezer and sanitizer. I can see the fabric inside the wound. I can get it out.” Working fast you pant heavily as you need to save the man’s life, to save yours. “Almost done. Only a few stitches.”

“Do it and then we can talk about your future…”

“Sit over there, be silent, and wait for me to come back. No tricks. No running away.” The man whispers as he forces you to sit onto a bed. 

“Where are we?” He finally takes the blindfold off your eyes and you gasp as you seem to be in what you assume is his room. There are weapons on the wall, pictures of nude women, and random posters.

“My room, our home. You need to stay here, or dad will get mad. For now, you have to be careful. After we mated, he’ll trust you…” Your eyes round as the man hurries out of the room. “My name is Dean by the way, and you are my chosen omega.”

He’s grinning now, giving you a wink before he hurries out of the room. “What the fuck!” Your words make him chuckle but he doesn’t seem to care as he silently closes the door.

“How are you, Sammy?” Checking on his brother Dean sighs as Sam groans on pain. “I guess my plan to get the money and the girl wasn’t one of my best ideas.”

“Dean. We all agreed to get your true mate before Azazel can get hold of her to sell her like the other girls. I am a bastard, not a goddamn bastard.” John grumbles. “She looks like a nice girl. Smart and all.”

“I bet she’ll kick his sorry ass,” Sam exclaims, hissing as he pokes his brother’s chest. “Where are Bobby and Adam?”

“Adam needed to calm and wanted to go to his room. Bobby takes care of the money. Your mother and Jess were busy to get as much of Y/N’s stuff as possible. We want your Omega to feel welcome, just like Jess.” John hands Dean a bag with your clothes.

“You need to calm her, explain the situation, Dean. Don’t go full alpha and try to mate her. Y/N is vulnerable and scared at the moment. Give her some time to get to know you.” Giving his brother a dirty look Dean grabs your bag.

“Sam is right, Dean. Calm your instinct and explain the situation to her. Benny and Gadreel had to take care of two of Azazel’s men at her apartment. We came just in time.” John’s concern makes Dean sigh deeply. “She’ll like you.”

“I hope so.” Grumbling Dean walks out of Sam’s room. “I’ll make her food. Everyone loves my food…”

“He got it bad, dad. I saw his eyes when he scented her. I don’t think he’ll be able to hold back the need to claim his mate. Maybe we should…” John raises his hand, smiling at Sam. 

“Sam, your brother won’t hurt her. According to the way she reacted to his closeness this omega has it bad for your brother too. I could see her dilated pupils and she grasped for his arm as he let go of her.”

“I made food for you and got some fresh clothes.” Dean slowly walks into his room. Placing the tray onto the desk he drops the bag. “We can…”

You jump up, slap him across the face and all Dean does is purr for you. While you slam your fist affectless into his chest the tall alpha watches you with a smile on his lips. “What’s so funny, jerk?”

“You’re so sexy and feisty. God, I am glad we came in time to save your cute ass.” He grabs your waist, brings you flush to his chest to press soft kisses to your temple. “Let me explain, Sweetheart.”

“You are a bank robber, idiot! Do you believe I want to hear shit coming from you?” You find yourself pressed to the wall a blink later.

“Calm, omega. Now listen to me.” His body pressed against yours, Dean makes you feel his strength as he traps you. “We were there to steal the money before Azazel had the chance to. He likes to kill people on his raids.”

“I don’t care, you…you criminal…” Pushing against Dean’s chest you whimper as you feel his muscles flex under your touch. “I am a doctor, a good person! I never did anything criminal! I…I can’t end dead as you wanted to make fast money…”

“Sweetheart, I do not plan on killing you.” His features darken and you gasp as plump lips press against yours. “I’ll make you mine, Y/N. You’re my true mate.”

“That’s nonsense. A fairytale…” Your hands move over his arms, up to his biceps and you squeeze the muscles tightly. “I do not believe you…”

“Oddly you seem to like to touch me.” Smirking Dean leans closer to brush his nose over your cheek. “Azazel wanted to get you too, Y/N. Our little rat inside his organization told us about you.”

“I don’t know anyone called Azazel! Why should that man go after me?” Dean’s face buries into the crook of your neck and you fist his hair as his lips travel down your skin. “Dean…”

“He likes to keep some omega’s for himself. Sells the others. You are a high-priced one. The true mate of his archenemy’s son, doctor, and unmated. You’re precious, Sweetheart.”

Your legs are about to give in as Dean tells you about Azazel and his way to get rid of girls, he doesn’t need any longer.

“Why me…? God. Why didn’t I stay at home and bought a fucking dress online like other people? No…” Ranting you fist Dean’s plaid. “I had to get a handmade one to impress an alpha I never saw before.”

“I would’ve been honored to see you in that dress.” Swooning Dean moves his hands to your butt. “You know, I was your blind date. I wanted to take you with me tonight but then Azazel wanted to strike, and I had to change plans.”

“How could you know I was…” Meeting Dean’s eyes you groan. “You stalked me, didn’t you?”

“I did, Baby, and I must admit I liked the show last night.” 

You would like to slap his cheek or scratch his eyes out, but he grabs your ass and the next moment your legs are around his waist and you wrap your arms around his neck. 

“You can feel it too. I know you can…” Fighting your instinct is useless as Dean’s strong scent fills your nostrils and you start to slick for the alpha. “I felt your submission when I wrapped my body around you.”

“I can’t give in to a cri…” His lips silence your protests and all you can do is get lost in his scent, the way his lips move against yours, and his tongue swiping over the roof of your mouth.

“You’re mine and I am yours, Omega. Let me make you mine…” His voice is smooth, and you shudder with every gentle word leaving his lips. “I am going to make you mine…”

“Maybe I am going to make you mine!” Deadpanning you fist his hair, a smirk on your lips. “Do you think only alphas can bite their mate? I am not an obedient girl just taking your knot.”

“Fuck me. You are one in a million…” Placing you onto his bed Dean groans when you refuse to let go of his hair. “I want to devour your body, soul, and heart…”

“Go ahead, alpha. Try your luck…” Fisting his shirt you drag the alpha closer to your body. “I don’t think you’ll be able to tame me.”

“I’ll tame you, doc. I bet you’ll be glad to join our gang, Sweetheart. One round with my dick and you’ll be lost.” Cocky Dean dips his head to bite your neck. “This is mine.”

“Dean…”

“Say my name again, please…” Moaning his name you grasp for his belt while his fingers deftly unbutton your pants. 

“Earn it, jerk!” His hands are all over you a moment later. Your shirt ends up somewhere on the ground, just like your pants and bra. Your panties are only shreds as Dean ripped the fabric of your body.

“Beautiful.” Dean dips his head, tries to capture one nipple with his mouth but a harsh knock at his door lets him groan. Frustrated Dean gets up to poke his head out.

“What?”

“Uh—son. Is your Omega calm now? We wanted to talk about a few things before we lock the bunker but she yelled loud enough for Adam to worry. Maybe you should bring her out of the room, and we can check on her.” John tries to get a glimpse of you, but Dean shakes his head.

“Tomorrow. We will talk about everything in the morning. Now if you excuse me.” The door slams shut and Dean smirks as you wiggle your ass. “Do you think they believed our story?”

“I don’t care Dean. We were loud enough to make sure your family hears us. Now…” Looking over your shoulder you give Dean a dirty grin. “Fuck me as you mean it, alpha…”

“Damn, I’ve missed this pussy, Sweetheart. Two fucking months without you…” Purring you watch Dean drops his pants. “I can’t get enough of you…”

“I heard that before…” The bed dips and you spread your legs wider as Dean kneels behind you.

“I had to go, Y/N…” Dean toys with your clit, making your whines turn louder. “How we met wasn’t the best way to find my true mate.”

Giggling you hide your face in the pillow. “Yeah. Fishing a bullet out of my alpha’s ass wasn’t the best way to get to know him. I mean…” Now you chortle as Dean fists his cock harshly. “You followed me toward my apartment. Broke in…”

“Then I threatened you and the rest is a blur of hot sex and you screaming my name.” He’s poking at your entrance, just teasing your slit. “I bet you are dripping for me, dirty girl.”

“Dean stop teasing me. I didn’t have any for two months…” Stuffed to your limit you cry out as Dean shoved his full length into you. He’s gripping your waist, not caring about the loud bang at his door.

“Fuck off!” Grumbling Dean slowly starts to rock his hips. “I am about to mate my omega.”

“DEAN!” 

“Do you think he will be a good alpha to that girl?” John worriedly glances at his son’s room, not knowing if it was the right decision to leave you alone with Dean. “I am worried he forces his claim on her.”

“Don’t worry, alpha.” Patting her husband’s cheek Mary smiles.

No one but her knows you and Dean met months ago. Only she knows he planned to fake he doesn’t know you. “I think they will be a perfect pair. Just like you and me.”

“You and me?” John gasps as the realization hits him. “Don’t tell me…”

“John, Baby…” Pecking her husband’s lips Mary tries to calm her alpha.

“Remember how much we had to fight to marry and mate. Dean was the same. He met Y/N months ago and then you came around and wanted him to mate with Jo…I had to help him.”

“Tricked by my eldest and my omega. I am too old for that shit…”

“Not too old, John…” Brows furrowed John smirks. “Not too old you say, ‘mega…”

“Don’t be too hard on him, John. He’s in love…”

“Mine…” Dean whispers as you check on the mark he left. “Now no one can part us, Y/N. I am sorry we had to hide our relationship but now we can be together.”

“So…Mr. Winchester. Did you miss me?” Kissing you softly Dean hums against your lips. “I’ve missed you too, Dean. I do not regret I was at the wrong place at the wrong time months ago.”

“From now on, you’ll always be at the right place, Sweetheart…

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[sortasirius]

5 or 19 for Destiel. :)

Hello my friend because I have been so bad at writing prompts or one shots you get BOTH

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5. “WHO LEFT THE TURKEY IN THE OVEN?!”

Words: 1053

A Christmas fic???  I guess my brain just wants the year to be over lmao

Three hours, thirty two minutes, and twenty seven seconds. Sixteen minutes and twenty five seconds until his next check.  Dean is not anal-retentive, thank you very much for asking, he just knows that turkeys have about a five minute window from being raw to being like eating sand. It is an exact science that he has perfected over the years.  And that is not going to be messed up tonight.

The bunker’s halls are filled with cheesy Christmas music, the smell of the meal that Dean has literally been working on since dawn wafting into every room.  It’s their first Christmas as a real family, with Jack back and, well, whole.  With Eileen, with Cas.  Dean hasn’t had a Christmas since before he went to hell, and even though he clutched that night to his heart like a precious scrap of paper, he’s excited to have a holiday where they don’t have to worry about the next big bad thing coming to get them, or to have tragedy hanging over their heads. To, you know, be normal.  Well, as normal as you can get when they had all died multiple times and two of their guests were angelic in nature, the other one recently resurrected from the great beyond.

“You need to talk to Cas,” Sam’s voice comes from the doorway, and Dean barely spares a glance in his direction, too focused on his goal to think about much else.  Eileen is with Sam, looking concerned.  Concerned enough that Dean stops chopping onions and wipes his hands on his apron (aprons fucking rock).

“What d’you mean?  What’s wrong?”

“He says he caught wind of a case,” Sam’s eyebrows are knitted in concern, “He wants to leave.”

Dean feels the color drain out of his face, which is a little embarrassing.

“He wants to leave?  Like now?”

“Yeah, he’s grabbing some stuff and getting ready to go.”

Dean stares at them, and then at the oven, where his masterpiece is roasting.  He checks his watch.  Okay. He has about twenty minutes until he needs to take it out.  Well, seventeen minutes and forty-three seconds to be exact.  Dean sways on the spot, torn between his carefully prepared and polished bird and having an empty place at the table he had carefully laid out the day before, with the place next to him being empty.

Neither sound appealing, but one makes his gut twist. He decides to handle that one.

He washes his hands methodically, trying to get them as clean and onion-free as he possibly can.  Approaching Sam and Eileen, he pokes Sam in the chest.

“Watch that turkey.  It’s gotta come out in,” he checks his watch again, “Fifteen minutes and fifty-seven seconds.”

“Okay Dean.”

Dean narrows his eyes and stands his ground, looking between both of their amused faces.

“I’m serious.”

“I can tell you are,” Eileen grins at him, “Please just go get Cas.”

Dean sways again, taking one last sweeping look at the kitchen before stomping towards Cas’ room.  Empty.  Fuck.

He checks the garage, the basement, checks in with Jack in his room, before finally hearing clanking in the armory.  Fucker, gonna take his guns on Christmas Day before he can have his turkey?  Dean doesn’t think so.

Cas is methodical in his movements, checking which weapons he was taking and diligently marking them on a list.

“You headed somewhere?”

Cas’ eyes meet his, and Dean’s hostility immediately melts.

“I caught wind of something, but don’t let me put a damper on the festivities, I’ll be back shortly.”

“And this can’t wait?  You know, until I could go with you?”

Cas’ shoulders sink a fraction of an inch.

“What’s going on, Cas?”

“I’m just not feeling very festive, human holidays always feel strange to me.  So I don’t want to put a damper on anything.”

“So you’re just gonna go?  What about-” he cuts himself off, not wanting to sound like he was begging him to stay or anything.

“Dean-”

“Come on Cas, I,” he takes a deep breath, steeling himself to say the next words, “I didn’t get a lot of, uh, happy holidays growing up. It was just me and Sam and I, I was just excited to have a Christmas with everyone, with a real kitchen and have everyone, I don’t know, have someone.  Sam has Eileen, Jack has all of us, he’s the kid, and then…you and me…”

The words sound closer to the truth than he meant them to.  But Cas’ eyes soften by degrees, Dean could always tell that because they seemed to turn a lighter shade of blue.

“You and me.”

Dean opens his mouth, trying to make his thoughts into words, thoughts that had been buried in the back of his mind for years, literal years.

“You know, we could, be something.”

Cas smiles this bright and blinding smile, something so brilliant that it takes Dean’s breath away, but he doesn’t have time to get it back before Cas closes the space between them and pulls Dean forward by his flannel until they crash together, and Dean searches for Cas lips so quickly it’s a little embarrassing, but he doesn’t really care.  Cas’ lips are soft and chapped and warm and Dean sighs into his mouth, relaxing as the tension between them, pulled taught like a string, finally eased.

Cas is the one to break the kiss, but it’s so gentle that Dean knows it isn’t a rebuke, just a wait til later.  Dean could live with that.

“So no hunt?”

Cas smiles at him.

“I suppose it can wait.  After all, it’s only a spontaneous combustion or two, nothing we can’t handle.”

Dean reaches for his hand instinctively, and it isn’t until he smells a too done smell coming from the kitchen that he starts running, dragging Cas with him.

“WHO LEFT THE TURKEY IN THE OVEN?!”

Sam comes skidding into the room, only barely registering that Cas and Dean are, in fact, holding hands, but grins as he nearly drops Dean’s overdone turkey on the floor in his haste to stop it from burning.

Sam is sufficiently guilty for his transgression, but despite the dryness of Dean’s masterpiece, when he’s holding hands with Cas under the table, he doesn’t really care.  People always come for the potato casserole anyway.

19. I love you more than I love food.

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Dean’s never been sure where his love of cooking comes from. Hell, it’s not like he ever had a real kitchen growing up, and he sure wasn’t slinging meals when he was five years old and hunting was just a thing he did for bugs in the backyard.  He had to work with what they had when they were growing up, even when they stayed with Pastor Jim and Bobby, it wasn’t exactly five star dining.  He had come up with foods to keep Sam entertained though, maybe that was where he got it from.  The best thing they had were Funyuns crunched up with hot dogs and ketchup.  Sounds gross, but when the gas mart down the block is the only place you can walk to to get food and you only have ten dollars to get through the week, that kinda shit rocked hard.

Now that he has a real kitchen, and access to a real grocery store or, even though he hates to admit he goes there, a farmer’s market, Dean cooks all the time.  He falls asleep watching food network or The Great British Baking Show, he writes down ideas for recipes on the notes in his phone, sometimes even when he’s half asleep, and then he has to try and remember why he thought garlic and strawberries would ever be good together.

The only thing Dean loves more than cooking?  Eating.  It’s always gratifying to have Sam or Jack or Cas compliment him on his meals, but if he loved his food it was just an extra bonus for his ego.  

Sam starts to notice something though, he notices before Dean does which, retrospectively, pisses Dean off.  Dean doesn’t eat when Cas does.  He always takes a bite in between Cas’ bites, and watches Cas closely for a reaction, good or bad, to whatever is on his plate.

Dean laughs at Sam the first time he tells him this.

“No I don’t,” he rolls his eyes, going back to prepping his bell peppers for the oven.

“Oh yeah you do,” Sam grins at him, “Pay attention when we eat tonight.  You like refuse to eat when Cas is there.  It’s funny.”

Dean tries really hard that night not to not eat when Cas does but…come on, he’s gotta see if he likes the peppers with goat cheese right?

Unfortunately, his inability to eat when Cas does becomes a running gag with Sam.  He mentions it constantly, even getting Jack in on it, but whenever he mentions it to Cas, Cas just cocks his head to the side and narrows his eyes.  Him not saying anything makes Dean that much more self conscious, but he tries not to dwell on it.  It doesn’t work.

Dean tries to pretend he has everything under control, until he makes himself and Cas some pretty epic turkey and swiss sandwiches for lunch one day, and he realizes he’s doing it again.

“Sam is right,” Cas points out, looking up from his sandwich.

“He tends to be, more than I’d like to admit,” Dean grins, his eyes scanning the room, landing anywhere but on Cas.

“You won’t eat when I do.  Why?”

Dean is afraid to see accusations in Cas’ eyes, or worse, understanding.  Understanding of something that not even Dean really understands.  Well, he does if he really thinks about it, but he doesn’t want to think about it, sue him.

“I don’t know.”

“Dean.  Look at me.”

Dean does, and then he’s under the force of Cas’ eyes, and he has a really hard time lying when he’s looking at Cas.

“Why?”

“I guess…I don’t know.  I love you more than I love food.”

Cas seems momentarily stunned by his words, but Dean thinks it’s a pretty good comparison, even though he, you know, said the “l” word. That’s fine, he won’t think about that until he has a spiraling panic attack late at night tonight.  That’s a future Dean problem.

“Well I also love you more than I love food,” Cas side-eyes Dean with a playful smile on his face.  He thinks he might be being teased.  And he’s not mad about it.

“That’s not fair, you’ve never cared about food.”

“I care about yours.”

Dean grins, still staring at the table.

See this, this is why he loves cooking.

[too-many-baes]

To Hell and Back

Pairing: fem!reader x Dean Winchester

Warning(s): Injury, death, going to hell, angsssst (but some fluff to make up for it), slight AU, S03-S06

Word Count: 5.2K

Request: Hi! Love your writing! Could you do a dean x fem!reader where she’s Bobby’s daughter, they’ve been dating forever and she went to hell to save the boys. It was a surprise to the boys but she saw it coming so she wrote a note to Dean that he should not try to get her back and go have a normal life with Lisa. Eventually she gets back (somehow - maybe Bobby or Sam or Cas figure something out) and Dean really is with Lisa. You can choose the end - I’d love some fluff. I hope it’s not too specific. - by Anon

A/N: So I played with the timelines here a bit so it may not be exactly what you had envisioned but I hope you enjoy it none-the-less! Thank you for sending in a request!! Masterlist in my bio and requests are open

gif is not mine, credit to [@ jamiedornaniseverything ]

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You sit at the tired old table in your house of Singer’s Auto, you and the Winchesters. None of you make a sound, your collective focus makes speaking unnecessary.

Words begin to bleed into an incoherent mess so you rub your tired eyes in an attempt to revive your vision. Bobby has long since retired for the night, you and the boys persisting.

This has been your position for several weeks. Day in and day out, you can feel your blood cells slowly turning into caffeine in your attempts to keep yourself alert, the rest of the household living in the same coffee induced delirium. None of you felt you could rest until you found the solution you were so desperately searching for, an answer to your prayers.

One single week is all that's left between Dean and hell hounds claiming his soul. You've seen it happen before, the tearing of flesh and anguished cries are not something you'd wish upon anyone, making you all the more desperate to save your boyfriend from that wretched fate. Here you are and here you'll stay until you figure out how to save him. You know if you don't fix this soon it will lead to Sam doing something drastic, and that's not something you can stand for either.

You've known the boys since you were young. Being Bobby Singer's daughter meant if someone was a hunter then your paths had definitely crossed, with the Winchesters your house had always been a revolving door. You were indifferent to the boys when you were young, it wasn't until you were a teenager that you took notice of Dean, much to your father’s initial disappointment. He loved the Winchesters as if they were his own sons but that didn't change the fact he didn't think anyone was good enough for you. Not even the charming, well-meaning Dean Winchester.

The shock of finding out you were dating the eldest of the boys passed eventually and after strict words from your dad you’ve been inseparable since. You've been through thick and thin together, you know everything there is to know about him. This means you know how much the brothers mean to each other and just how far they'll go to ensure the others safety.

You can't see them die for each other, you don't care how many sleepless nights it'll take.

You have successfully claimed Sam's usual role, being the first one to rise and the last to bed. You hadn't even noticed they'd gone to bed when a tapping on your shoulder pulled you out of your trance.

“It’s 2am babe, it'll still be there in the morning.” You look up at Dean's face. His usually bright eyes have lost their signature shine, the lines underneath mountainous, his hair mussed from the few hours of sleep he'd already managed to get.

“I'll be there in a minute.” You answer him with a quick dismissive smile. Dean has other ideas, reaching over and forcibly closing the book cover you couldn’t remove yourself from.

“You need your sleep.” You could have argued, but what would be the point? In a few minutes you would’ve ended up asleep on the pages anyway. You allow Dean to lead you by the hand down the hallway to your room, where you clumsily change before crawling in beside his almost already sleeping form. In his half there state he instinctually reaches out to circle his arms around your waist, pulling your back against his chest as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

Typically you and Dean weren't really cuddler's, but after finding out your days together could be numbered that changed. Now every night you sleep something like this, as close as possible, not wanting to waste your precious moments alone. He mumbles a barely audible ‘I love you’ before his faint snores rumble on your neck.

“I love you too.” You say it to yourself, knowing he was past hearing. You love him more than you thought you'd ever love a man, it was because of that the seed of an idea you'd read weeks ago had been sprouting ever since. You know what has to be done to save him and his brother, despite how much they won’t like it.

***

“They’re coming!” Sam’s frantic yells sound from the front door where he makes his best attempt at holding it closed from the ferocious hounds that claw and leap at its weakening wood.

“Everyone get in the living room!” The three of you run into the salt barricaded room, swiftly followed by Sam. No sooner had he left his post than the doors were flown off their hinges and angry growls could be heard by everyone in the room.

“Can you see ‘em?” Bobby's unusually tentative voice questions, a curt nod from Dean swiftly answers his question.

“There's two of them. There.” He raises his arm to point at the seemingly empty space before them, fear causing his arm to shake and his voice to lose volume.

You take in a grounding breath, assured within yourself you were making the right decision. You spin around to face your father, doing your best to not succumb to the overwhelming emotions pounding in your chest. “I love you dad.” It was rare for you and your father to exchange verbal ‘I love you's’, your love for one another going unspoken usually.

“What are you doing?” His question is gruff and urgent, immediately knowing something was wrong.

“Dean”, you ignore your father and grab the aforementioned by the shoulders, forcing his frantic eyes onto your face, “I love you. Never forget that.”

“Y/N what-" He had no time to finish his sentence, the salt guarding the door blowing away as the sound of growling creeps closer. You push your sleeve up revealing a series of symbols drawn on your skin.

Before the men in the room can process your actions you've unsheathed a knife and cut a long slash along your palm, pressing it against your forearm. The growling ceases momentarily, a false sense of hope for your companions.

“They're gone. I can't see them any more.” The hope that had crept into Dean's eyes vanished when once again snarling growls filled the room.

“What's happening, I thought you said you couldn't see them Dean?” Sam yells in dismay.

“I can”, you manage to croak out as you stare at two creatures more gnarled than anything your nightmares could conjure. If you weren't positive that you'd already earnt yourself a way one ticket downstairs then the black magic you'd found to redirect the hell hounds had solidified your fate.

The men were now frenzied, yelling and screaming for you to run as they scrambled for weapons they knew would do no good. For once you did as instructed. You turned away from the hounds and bolted out of the front door. As you'd planned the beasts were on your heels, they'd have you in their clutches within minutes. As the adrenaline courses through your veins you push yourself to go faster, to get far enough down the road that your demise would be away from the eyes of a room full of people you love.

A series of claws slash across you calf sending you crashing unceremoniously onto the dirt road beneath you. You turn to face your death head on, all teeth, drool, and crimson eyes.

“Y/N!” No. No, you don't want them to see this.

“Leave, please!” Your sentence ends with an agonising howl as claws and teeth set upon you. The pain is unbelievable, hot and searing, making the deafening chorus of cries and pleads from the witnesses to your chosen fate obsolete. Death didn't last as long as you had thought and the life in your eyes had faded as the three voices continue to call out for you.

Bobby is the first one to reach your now lifeless body. He shakes your shoulders, lightly at first, then harder with every time his saying your name goes unanswered. Dean falls to his knees on your unoccupied side, grabbing your limp hand and desperately clinging it in his own as tears fall down his face. Sam stays standing, but barely. None of the men speak, the cruel turn of fate that took you from them stealing away their words.

Dean opens his bedroom door, the emptiness without you there consuming his thoughts. As the usually terse man fights back yet more tears an envelope on his otherwise empty nightstand caught his eye. He hurriedly tears it open when he recognises his name in your handwriting.

Dean,

This is going to be short and sweet, just ‘cause I'm gone doesn't mean I'm about to get sappy.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my plan, you would've stopped me if I had. This was the only option, in time you'll come to see that.

I know you had no time to prepare yourself but I have to ask something of you, my dying wish if you will.

Be happy. That girl Lisa, from Indiana? Go to her. She needs someone, so do you. I reckon that makes you perfect for each other.

Don’t waste your second chance pining over me, I'm gone and I intend to stay that way. Don’t try to bring me back.

I died happy so you could live happy.

Don't let me down Cherry Pie.

Forever yours,

Y/N Singer

As soon as he saw his name on that first line the tears begun to stream down his face. By the end of the letter he was inconsolable, his hands shaking and drops from his eyes blurring some of the words on the page. He quickly dabs away the dots from the page, not wanting to permanently lose any letter from the last token you’d left behind for him.

You had written you’d wanted him to move on, he would do his best. Not tonight, hell not any of the coming nights. They would be reserved for you and only you. Dean was going to drink so much he cried whiskey. He was going to spend every waking hour thinking of you and nothing but. Then, when his eyes finally dried and he could muster the courage to step foot out of the house, that’s when he’d follow your wishes.

***

Flesh burning. Skin cutting. Teeth being removed and hair being torn from your scalp. It’s all you knew, all you thought you’d be resigned to know. Then all of a sudden it was gone, you were there one minute and it was black the next.

You lurch forward, clutching your chest and furiously sucking in as much air as your lungs could handle. You look around, seeing that you have no idea where you are other than in the middle of a wheat field. You know well enough to know that this isn’t some trick of the devil. No, something, somehow has put you back on earth. The thought crosses your mind Dean could have been the culprit, but you dread what something like this would have costed.

As you stand you feel something burning your side, lifting your shirt to find a raised hand print just below your ribs.

“Y/N.” The unfamiliar, gruff voice behind you causes you to jerk your body around, seeing a man in a trench coat with a blue tie.

“Who are you? What am I doing here?”

“My name is Castiel, I’m a friend of the Winchesters.” He needn’t bother answering your second question, hearing he knew Dean and Sam caused your wild thoughts to snap to his attention.

“Are they okay?” It was the only thing you could think to ask, your frazzled head still processing being above ground.

“They’re okay, here” he holds out his hand to you, making your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “I’ll take you to them.” You can’t see a car anywhere near you and you’re completely unsure how he intends to get you to the men as you, for some inexplicable reason, reach out and grab his hand.

For the second time in your very short time on solid ground you’re left dizzy and breathless as you find you are once again not where you were before. This time though your surroundings are familiar, causing a happy gasp to leave your mouth and your hands to shoot up and cover it.

You’re back at the only place you’ve ever called home, Singer’s Auto.

“Y/N?” Sam’s all too familiar voice sounds from the kitchen, a smile stretching infinitely across your face as the taller Winchester rushes to wrap his arms around you while desperately calling for Bobby to join you in the living room. You exchange happy, disbelieving words as Bobby makes his entrance.

“What are you yelling about idjit, I was busy-Y/N.” His sentence falls short when he sees his presumed dead daughter. Sam has only ever seen Bobby cry once before, that awful night they’d lost you, but now as he races to hold his daughter he thought he’d never see again his tears glisten under the yellow light of the cheap bulb.

“Hey dad.” You’re both laughing and crying at the same time, overjoyed and overwhelmed by this strange turn of events.

“Castiel”, Sam questions as you finally release your father from your grip, “what did you do?”

“Actually just while we’re asking questions, what exactly are you?” No human man could have pulled you from hell and taken you to the auto shop and since you were fairly certain this man was no demon you were stumped.

“I’m an angel of the lord and I got you out of hell.” You look around the room trying to pick whether it was Sam or your father who had made some kind of deal but the lack of guilt and knowing on their faces tells that neither one had plotted to raise you from the fiery pits.

“Neither of you did this?” The shaking of their heads confirms your deductions. “Goddamn it, Dean”, you mutter.

“He played no part, it was just me.” Castiel’s statement shocks you.

“Why? I don’t know you, why would you do that?”

“Dean hasn’t been hunting for years and somethings come up we need his help with. We need Dean’s help and they refused to do anything about it. I knew my presence wouldn’t be enough to get him back and I recalled him speaking of you fondly and thought you would be able to help.”

“How could you Cas?” Sam speaks in irritation with the angel. “Dean got out, he deserves to stay out.”

“He did?” The bickering stops when you speak your hopeful question. “Dean got out?” Sam nods, an almost nostalgic look on his face.

“Yea Y/N, Dean got out.” You smile along with him, your chest lightening at the knowledge that the stubborn man had paid attention to the letter you left. As you think your smile wavers when you register something is Cas’ prior sentence. “Hang on Castiel, did you say he hasn’t hunted in years?” You let out a small humourless laugh, “How long have I been in hell?” The men previously in your life struggle to find words to say, so the angel who you’re learning is rather bad with social cues speaks.

“Three and a half years I believe.” Three and a half years. Time feels endless down in the pit, never-ending but entirely still at the same time. Five minutes or fifty years could have passed and you’d have been none the wiser, but being back now after three years? Dean was out and happy, you didn’t want to jeopardise that.

“How selfish can you be?” You bite at your angel acquaintance.

“Y/N, he was only trying to help.”

“No dad, I don’t care what he was trying to do!” You yell at your well-meaning father, “He doesn’t even know me and he brought me back to get Dean back into the hunting life? You may as well put me back in the ground ‘cause I’m not doing it.”

“That’s enough!” Bobby’s raised voice makes every pair of eyes land on him, his looking directly at you. “He may not have done it for the right reasons but you’re back, and that can only be a good thing, do not argue with me”, he adds as you open your mouth to object, letting it fall back shut at his request. “I never thought I’d see you again, so quit whining.” You can’t help but laugh seeing that the years have done nothing to change your dad’s temperament.

“It’s good to see you too”, you tease, lightening the mood of the room.

***

It’s been a fortnight, a whole two weeks above ground and you’re still getting used to it. You made everyone swear that they would not mention to Dean you were back and instructed Castiel he’d have to find another ploy to get him to help.

You were happy Dean was happy, yet despite the fact you’d made everyone swear to keep your existence a secret you couldn’t help putting that all at risk. You had to see him, to see for yourself the Dean that wasn’t a hunter. You wanted to see that cheeky grin and those entrancing green eyes that used to make your heart skip a beat. You wanted to see him out and happy.

So here you are, inconspicuously parked outside his house for the third morning in a row in the hopes of catching a glimpse of him. So far you had seen Lisa and her son Ben previous mornings, but no sign of Dean.

The front door opens and your mouth dries up with what walks out. It’s Dean in the flesh, still flannel clad and handsome as ever. He walks hand in hand with Lisa as Ben trudges behind them. He pecks her lightly on the lips before she and the kid get in the car, Dean giving them a small wave. No amount of happiness for him could have stopped the pang of jealousy you felt at seeing Dean in his apple pie life that you weren’t fortunate enough to be in.

Yes, he’s living the exact life you’d told him to live, but when you’d written that letter you planned on not being around to see it. You shake your head at your stupidity and selfishness in coming here and you turn the key in the ignition ready to drive off. You’ve indulged yourself more than enough, watching any longer would just cause you unnecessary pain.

You allow yourself one last lingering look at what used to be your man before you pull away to find his eyes surveying your parked car from across the street, your heart leaping into your throat at the danger of getting caught. You tug your baseball cap further down your face before pulling out and speeding away, all notion of stealth lost.

“Shit, shit, shit”, you curse to yourself for your idiocy. Any longer and he may have recognised you, then what? You’d cry, you’d hug, and you’d get back together? You’d ask him to leave the family you asked him to start in the first place? No. You couldn’t put him through that.

Back at the motel you pack your bags, resolute to go back home. You had no idea what you’d do once you were there, you figured you’d start hunting again, help Sammy. After today though you’d leave Dean behind you, once and for all.

A rapping on the door halts your footsteps, freezing your hands from closing your bag.

“Hello?” Shit. That’s Dean, what is he doing outside your room? He repeats himself once more before you hear the distinct sound of him trying to pick your lock. You move fast, thankful for the fact that you’d kept the room’s curtain shut as you desperately search for a way out on the other side. He’s quicker than you though, the door flying open and a gun cocking sounding behind you.

“Hands up, don’t move.” You follow his orders, hands raising above your head. “Turn around.” You don’t want him to see your face, opting to shake your head instead of reveal yourself to him. “I’m the one with a gun pointing at you so if you wanna stay alive I’d turn around.” You know he’s not lying, having seen people call his bluff too many times before. You comply but as slowly as possible, shuffling your feet until you finally face him, keeping your head down in the vain attempt the small action would keep his recollection at bay.

“Y/N?” His question sounds unsure but you know the inevitable has happened, raising your head to meet his eyes.

“Surprise?” You say, turning your hands upwards to gesture shrugging your shoulders. He holsters his gun immediately, never taking his eyes off of your form. You don’t know what to do next as marked by your silence, and his next move you cannot fathom.

“How did you get here?”

“You have your winged pal to thank for that.”

“Castiel?” The stunned tone of his voice shows you he’s as confused as you were by the whole thing.

“How’d you find me here Dean?” You question after a long pause.

“You weren’t exactly subtle at my house this morning.” The normalcy of the conversation you’re having sets you on edge, not wanting to sink into familiar habits of jokes and jabs, afraid of what that could lead to.

“I better go, it was good to see you.” You state abruptly as you awkwardly grab your bag and make to walk past him and out the front door. His strong hand around your forearm prevents you from leaving.

“What just like that you’re going to walk out the door?” You answer his incredulous question with a nod of your head and a perplexed look in your eyes. He shakes his head reaching and grabbing your other forearm so you are locked in front of his frame. “So what, I don’t get to say goodbye and now you won’t let me again?” There’s no malice to be heard, his voice soft and fragile. This does nothing to stop the guilt bubbling in your stomach.

“Dean it wasn’t like that-”

“No Y/N it’s exactly like that.” He lets the silence speak for itself before continuing. “I lost you with no notice, now you’re back with no notice. You can’t just up and leave again.” You were trying to be fair to him and stay unnoticed, now that you’ve been caught you know he’s right, you can’t just simply leave him again with no warning. He suggests you get a bite to eat, to which you instead offer going to a bar which he gladly accepts.

He insists you drive together, you suspect he was afraid if you went separately you may have driven off. You get a table at the closest bar which happens to be nearly completely empty, as to be expected midday in the middle of the week. Dean gets you a beer each, placing yours in front of you as he sits on the other side of the table.

What you thought would be a brief awkward catch up was anything but. Beer after beer is consumed as he regales stories of being a father figure, making your sides split when he recounts a particular story of trying to get in the good books of the PTA. You gave a very brief explanation of your time downstairs, leaving out pretty much every significant detail to save Dean from the guilt you know he’d project on himself. The whole time it feels like you never left. Every time your eyes catch it gets harder to look away and the light brushes of his fingers as he passes you another bottle sends shivers running up your spine.

After a particularly boisterous fit of laughter dies down you offer to get another round. Just as you go to stand Dean’s phone ringing on the table with the name ‘Lisa’ on the screen stops you.

“Hey. No sorry ran into an old friend, I won’t be too much longer. Mhmm, you too.” He speaks with large pauses in between and although you couldn’t hear the whole conversation you heard enough to bring reality back into your view.

“I should let you get back Dean.”

“What? C’mon you were just about to get another round”, he light-heartedly argues to which you shake your head.

“I should hit the road now anyway, otherwise it’ll be too dark.” Your numerous late nights on the road together makes your excuse a weak one. He complies with a dejected nod regardless, pulling out his keys. The drive is quiet, the low hum of classic rock filling the car. He reaches your motel and you thank him for the day as you unbuckle your safety belt, your other hand already reaching for the door. He reaches out and grabs your closest hand, bringing your eyes down to the small gesture.

“Don’t go.” He voice is small, weak. Words you would usually never associate with your Dean. You let out a breathy scoff at his request.

“Why not Dean, what would I do? You’re happy here with your family-”

“Hey you told me to do that.” His grip on your hand tightens slightly with the raising of his voice in defence of himself.

“I know”, you say gently to acknowledge his rebuttal, “I know I did and I meant. I’m not going to take that away from you now.” You meet his juniper eyes but do not linger in worry of them weakening your resolve. You click the handle open, lightly pushing the door and letting the now cool breeze drift past your face.

“If you hadn’t been taken from me I wouldn’t have chosen this life.” His tone is imploring, almost pleading with you.

“So enjoy it now you have it.” You release the handle so you can lean in enough to cup his cheek and look into those magnificent eyes. “You’re out. Stay out.” His hand moves to rest upon the one on his cheek, his eyes glassy as they look at you. As one last little goodbye you lean in and delicately place a lingering kiss on his free cheek. “Goodbye Cherry Pie.” With your whispered words you pull away, exiting the car and shutting the door without looking back, for one more glance and you’d have never left.

***

A quiet week has gone by at Singer’s, you’ve spent as much time with your father and Sam as possible, still in dubiety at the fact you get to be around them again rather than meat hooks and flames. You’ve convinced Sam to take you on at Scrabble, telling him not to take it easy on you just because you’re out of practise.

“Quaky? Are you kidding me?”

“Oh and what’s that, is it on a double word tile, I think it is.” You say in mock doubt as you laugh along with your incredulous opponent.

“Three years and you can still kick my ass.” He says in jest as he reluctantly adds to your tally. As the two of you jokingly bicker the sound of an unfamiliar car pulling into the gravel driveway makes your giggles cease and your eyes to peer sceptically out the kitchen window. A door opens and closes followed by rapid footsteps to the door and then Dean is before you once more.

“Dean?” Sam questions, as confused as you at his brothers sudden appearance.

“Heya Sammy.” He greets briefly before his eyes snap to you, “Y/N we need to talk.” His urgency leaves no room for debate. You shoot Sam a look before you rise and follow Dean as he leads the way to what used to be your shared room, now occupied solely by you.

“Is everything okay?” You tentatively ask as he shuts the door behind him.

“I left Lisa”, he blurts out.

“You- what? No, why would you do that?” You can hardly keep the disappointment from your voice despite how much your heart is now bouncing excitedly in your ribcage.

“I couldn’t stay there, not after seeing you.” Your excited heart quells, replaced by the overpowering guilt that your selfishness has caused Dean to leave everything you wished for him behind. You shake your head, not allowing yourself to believe you could be the cause of Dean abandoning all you ever wanted for him.

“You’ve got to back. Beg her to take you back, say you hit your head and you had a concussion, anything.” You walk to him as you speak to show your intent.

“Do you know why I can’t go back?” He answers his own question by reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet, from whence he pulls a folded up, dirty looking piece of paper that he places in your hand. Your suspicions at the content are confirmed when you unfold it to see your own handwriting staring back at you.

“I kept that on me every day. Every time I doubted myself I would pull it out and read it, you wanna know why? Your words were the reason I stayed. I care for Lisa, but you’re back. I don’t want that life if you’re here.” Tears spring into your eyes, some falling down and blurring some words you noticed are already muddied. He abruptly pulls the piece of paper from your grasp, crumpling it up and throwing it aside without a care where it lands.

He removes the insignificant space between you, encircling his steadfast arms around your waist and pulling you into the embrace he could tell you desperately needed. Out of instinct your arms join behind his neck, gripping like if you let go he’d disappear.

“What about Lisa? It’s not fair for her.” You chide regretfully in his ear.

“What about what’s fair for you?” He asserts. “You spent three years in hell so I didn’t have to, you don’t have to think about what’s fair for anyone but yourself right now.”

You pull your face out of the crook of his neck and collide your lips on his, melting into the long lost but not forgotten feeling of his tender lips gliding against yours. You pull away, breathless at obtaining the sensation you’d been craving since setting eyes upon him again. You smile up at him, a smile eager and happy like a child in a candy shop.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” You respond to his poking question by latching your lips to his once more as you jump and encircle your legs around his waist.

You head down and help Dean unpack his car, every time you pass him his hand would pinch at your side or cheekily tap your ass. You could barely contain your excitement at putting his belongings back into their respective places, completely eradicating the empty feeling that was in the room before. The blame you feel about Lisa still niggled at the back of your mind but Dean’s words from earlier assure your guilty conscience.

You’ve paid your dues, and the Winchester with the jade eyes and wicked grin was your reward.

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alice enters valentine’s office for the second time in the very early morning, morning dew still glistening on the weeds growing around diamond city. not even ellie is present; instead, nick takes her place in pacing around the office, sorting through papers and case files. now, folders are stacked high on the desk in front of her. one folder lies open on the desk, alice scribbled on the tab in sketchy penmanship.

‘i talked to piper last night,’ nick says from across the room. ‘got some of your history, here.’ her life story condensed to bullet points. he gestures for her to sit in the nearest chair. ‘it’s all very interesting, but doesn’t tell me what lead you here.’

she sits, and so does he in the chair opposite. he brings his hands together over her file, skeletal over plastic skin, layered and intertwined. she looks down to her own hands, technically two hundred years old, nail polish still flaking on her cuticles.

if she wants to get any part of her life back, she has to give up another. her history.

‘i assume this doesn’t leave this office?’ at his slow nod, she takes a deep breath. ‘my husband was murdered. my child - my son - was kidnapped. he’s-he’s not even a year old.’

valentine makes a note - missing person’s case, she reads upside down. ‘describe everything you remember.’

she closes her eyes, forces herself to remember. to put herself back in that moment, in that pod, hands pounding against the metal door that separated her from her husband’s killers. ‘there was a man and a woman. they were dressed in-in hazmat suits.’ she frowns, stomach turning. the memory plays itself out. ‘nate wouldn’t let them have shaun.’ tears burn the corners of her eyes. ‘god, he wouldn’t let go - ’ i’m not giving you shaun! ‘ - so they killed him. they just - ’

she puts her head in her hands, tries to will the tears away, but one sniff and it’s - it’s over. that cold envelopes her again, threatens to pull her under, but when she looks up it’s just nick. just nick with a tissue in his hand and his other on her shoulder. she takes it with a nod and pulls herself together. puts claire to sleep again and wears alice like armor.

‘a two man team for an abduction,’ nick says smoothly, pulling out details she hadn’t considered. ‘there are few groups in the commonwealth that could accomplish something like that. we’ve got raiders, gunners, super mutants and, of course, the institute.’

‘not raiders.’ her voice comes out watery. ‘the man was too well armed. i don’t - who are the gunners?’

‘high profile mercenary group. they’ve got the guns to pull that off, but child stealing isn’t exactly their M.O.’ he strokes his chin. ‘super mutants aren’t sophisticated enough to pull something like that off, either. which leaves - ’

‘the institute.’ alice swears.

‘it’s a start,’ he says with a sigh without breath. ‘describe the man.’

‘he had this... deep voice. rough, like being dragged across gravel. he was bald, with a scar, here.’ she drags a finger down across her left eye.

unblinking yellow eyes widen. he picks up a file next to him, then another, and another, until he finds what he’s looking for. ‘i knew that sounded familiar.’ he turns the file toward her. it’s a rough sketch of a man, and it could be him if she squinted, but the features - no hair, distinct scar - are undeniably the same.

‘that’s him,’ she whispers. ‘that’s the man that killed my husband.’

nick drops the file on top of the stack. ‘you didn’t hear the name kellogg, did you?’

‘no - ’ just nate yelling, the man threatening, the gun shot. ‘but i remember he called me the back up.’ face right in front of hers, grinning, not caring that she was screaming -

‘the back up?’ he shakes his head. ‘maybe they were supposed to come back if something happened.’

‘i don’t know,’ she responds lamely. ‘but if he took my son, if he knows where he is...’

nick stares at her. ‘actually, we have records that put him in a house in the west stands.’

stands. like - ‘wait. here? in diamond city?’ is that what mama murphy had meant?

‘it’s been years since he was last seen - ‘

the chair screeches across the floor when she stands suddenly. ‘nick, if he’s here, if there’s any clues we could follow... please. i have to try.’

‘well, you saved my life. let’s go get yours back.’

she’s halfway out the door before he even rises from his chair.

-

piper catches up to them as the sun rises over diamond city. she’s still rubbing at her eyes when she rounds the corner and literally almost runs into alice and nick. alice looks grim and wan and nick looks - like nick, though there’s a tension in his jaw she can see through his broken plastic skin.

barely seven in the morning and the mood is already dour. she should curse herself for sleeping in, but she didn’t.

‘what’d i miss?’ she falls into step with nick when alice only gives her a tight smile.

‘might have some clues to the whereabouts of her missing person,’ nick replies.

‘that’s... vague.’

‘client confidentiality, piper. this doesn’t go in your paper.’

‘come on. i know i’m pushy, but i’m not intentionally an asshole.’

nick hums, and piper gives up, following in alice’s wake as she storms up to the abandoned west stands. ‘hey, isn’t that - ?’ she points at the singular house up in the stands.

‘it is.’ alice’s response is colder than the morning air.

‘well - damn.’

-

alice watches nick fiddle with the tumbler. she taps her fingers on her leg, keeping time with the beat of her heart. it’s been five minutes since piper left to get the key to the house. five minutes nick has been trying to pick the lock. five minutes she’s had to wait. it’s five minutes too long.

nick grabs her arm when she moves away from the wall. ‘be patient. piper will get the key. that elevator to the mayor’s office isn’t the fastest.’

‘i can’t keep waiting like this.’

‘here, then.’ he pulls away from the lock. ‘you give it a shot. keep your hands busy.’

‘i - ’ she takes the bobby pin out of his hand. ‘okay.’ she grips it tighter to keep her hands from shaking. ‘right. h-how?’

nick does his best to teach her, she knows. but by the time piper comes bounding up the stairs, alice has broken three bobby pins and hadn’t made any more headway than nick had.

‘thank you,’ she says, and stalls with the key in the door.

piper draws her gun, and nick does the same. alice turns the key, takes the handle, and pulls open the door.

-

nick steps forward first, gun drawn. piper follows. alice stands in the doorway, stomach lodged in her throat. piper flips the light switch on the wall, illuminating the small house. her stomach falls through the floor. dread numbs her arms.

kellogg’s house is empty.

not even just unoccupied. she could live with that. but wholly and entirely empty. the only thing in his house is the thick layer of dust coating a lone desk in the center of the room.

alice drags her fingers across the surface, watching the lines appear with a disinterested stare. nick comes down from the loft, declares that empty too. but she finds a button, red and too-obvious under the desk; she pushes it anyway. the wall shifts near the door, sliding away and revealing a secret room.

still nothing. the weapon racks on the wall are empty, the shelves are empty, the chair in the center - empty. nick said it had been years - she’s far too late. kellogg is long gone and shaun - shaun -

‘oh my god.’ alice covers her mouth with her hands.

-

piper dismisses herself awkwardly, squeezing alice’s shoulder as she walks past. alice hardly feels it. hardly hears nick’s words over the rush of blood in her ears, the dull throb, the echo of her own breathing in her head. he leads her, slowly, back to the office, avoiding the waking city residents and waving off anyone that comes too close.

what does she do? where does she go? kellogg was her only lead, the one directly responsible and he’s - gone. like shaun, like nate, like -

‘oh god,’ she whispers again, stifling a sob.

‘breathe. ellie, water, please?’ nick asks his confused assistant, but she does as she’s told. ‘it’s not over yet, kid. don’t give up on me now.’

no matter what. she had said that once, hadn’t she? to piper, for the newspaper.

alice forces herself to drink, to breathe. ‘what now, then?’

‘the institute has plenty of enemies. someone’s got to know something.’

she shakes her head. ‘the brotherhood patrol i met didn’t know anything. they might have been able to contact their superiors by now, but who knows how long it’ll take for them to reach the commonwealth.’ she sets her cup down on the desk. ‘the minutemen - we don’t even have people to gather intel.’

‘hm.’ he pulls open a drawer and removes a holotape. join the railroad is written on it in marker. ‘they may be your only shot. the trouble is finding them.’

��the railroad?’ a woman’s voice plays from the tape. the pitch is not one she needs convincing on - synths are people, this she knows, with nick valentine sitting in front of her. join with us in fighting the real enemy: the institute. join the railroad.

when you’re ready for the next step, don’t worry, we’ll find you.

‘i’m just supposed to... wait until they contact me?’

he places the holotape back in the drawer after she ejects it from her pipboy. ‘there are rumors that float around diamond city. the railroad is hidden, but people have mentioned the freedom trail.’

‘are you serious? the freedom trail. the one that starts - ’

‘just outside park street station, yes.’ if he could narrow his eyes, she imagines he would. instead, he just tips up his chin, his voice growing suspicious. ‘i’m sure you remember the way.’

too well. ‘i do. can’t forget that swan boat.’

‘ah, yes, swan. you need any help out there?’

alice stands, wipes off the collected dust from her fingertips. ‘i think ellie would have a heart attack if you disappeared again.’ the assistant in question rolls her eyes. ‘the way will be clearer now. i’ll be okay.’

‘well, all right, then. i’ll see what more i can dig up around here. mayor owes me a few favors.’

hand on the door, she turns. ‘what do i owe you for this?’

‘you saved my life. we’re calling it even.’

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Mistaken Identity

Summary: A case takes the Winchesters and (Y/N) undercover at a Halloween party. Things go astray when there is a case of mistaken identity. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Fluff/Angst Word Count: 1650 Prompt: That’s Not a Costume – You’re talking to a friend when you realize, it’s not actually them. A/N: For @just-another-winchester Spooky Supernatural Halloween Challenge As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

“Seriously Dean? Do we really have to go undercover at a freaking Halloween party?” (Y/N) asked him with her hands on her hips.

Sam was chuckling from the small table in their motel room. Dean turned towards him glaring at him as he quickly shut his mouth. Dean turned back to (Y/N) putting on his best puppy dog look for her.

“Babe, the only way we are going to be able to see who is targeting these college girls is by blending in and going to the biggest Halloween party on the campus.” He walked over to her slipping his arms around her waist.

She rolled her beautiful (Y/C/E) eyes at him, “Winchester we’re not exactly college age anymore. We’re not going to blend in with the crowd. More likely to look like creepy middle age adults hanging out with co-eds.”

He pulled her closer to him and gripped her hips as he nipped at her neck. “I think you will blend in fine as long as you wear a sexy costume.” She chuckled as he continued, “Now Sam on the other hand will need to wear a Chewie costume in order to not be the creepy hall monitor.”

“Hey!” Sam yelled as (Y/N) and Dean began laughing.

“Alright, alright if we’re really going to do this then we need to go out and get some costumes. I think there is a Halloween store in town near campus.” Dean smiled widely at her as she snickered at his excitement.

A few hours and one handsy store clerk later, the three of them each had costumes for the party. Dean took the opportunity to dress up as Batman living out a childhood dream of his. Sam had opted to keep watch outside in Baby and not have to find a costume for his gigantic body.

Dean was waiting for (Y/N) to come out of the bathroom in her costume that she had not let him see at the store. However, the store clerk had been more than willing to touch her in any way he could while helping her.

“Come on (Y/N)! How long does it take to put on your costume?” He called out as he messed with his cape. Dean looked up when he heard the bathroom door open and his jaw dropped.

(Y/N) walked out in a short skirt, fishnet stockings, thigh high boots, one of his white button-down shirts and a Superman shirt peeking through the button-down. Her (Y/C/H) hair was in a bun on top of her head and she had on her black rimmed glasses.

She twirled around for him, “So what do you think?” she asked.

“I think once we gank this monster you and I need our own room for a few days.” Her laughter filled his whole body with joy.

She walked up to him pressing her curvy body against his pushing up to kiss his cheek, “I’m sure we could have that arranged, but for now we have a monster to get.”

Dean swallowed hard pushing down the urge to throw her down on the bed and have his way with her. He followed her out to Baby where Sam was already in the driver’s seat ready to go. They drove the ten minutes to the Frat House hosting the party and Sam let them out a few blocks away.

“Be careful.” He said as they both nodded to him.

Dean pulled on his Batman mask to make sure no one recognized him for the day before when he was questioning people with Sam. He split off from (Y/N) so they could cover more ground. He did not like the idea of leaving her side especially with all the cat calls she was getting from the frat douches.

Dean had made a few laps around the party not seeing anyone who gave him a monster vibe. He was in the kitchen when he spotted (Y/N) coming in the back door.

“Hey, have you found anything?” he asked her as she looked up at him slightly startled.

She shook her head, “Uh… no, I haven’t. You?”

“No, whoever this freak is they sure know how to be patient.” Dean looked down at her noticing something different about (Y/N), “How are you able to see without your glasses on?”

She slowly looked up at him fear shining in her eyes and he knew what they were hunting now. “You’re not (Y/N)… you’re a Shapeshifter.” He said as she took off through the back door.

Dean quickly pulled out his phone dialing Sam’s number, “Sammy, it’s a Shapeshifter and it has (Y/N). Go down the next street to cut it off.”

He barely heard Sam acknowledge him before ripping off his mask and cape while chasing after her. Worry and fear fueling his body to keep going until he found Sam parked at the end of the next street.

“I didn’t see anyone come down this way.” He called out.

Dean kicked a nearby trash can in anger, “Damn it! Come on we need to find her and quick.”

Sam slid over to the passenger side as Dean ripped of his cape and mask tossing them in the backseat. He took off like a bat out of hell looking for any clues as to where the Shapeshifter could have taken her.

“Dean stop!” Sam yelled pointing down an alley.

He turned down the street seeing a dark shadowy figure dropping down into the sewer hatch. They both quickly got out of the car weapons and flashlights drawn. As they approached the manhole cover Dean noticed the trail of blood.

He pointed down as Sam nodded at him. They went down into the sewer following the trail of blood that was getting larger with each step they took. It was taking everything within Dean to keep his panic from bubbling over. When they turned a corner that is when they saw them.

Both the Shapeshifter and (Y/N) both looking like bloody messes slumped against the wall. Neither of them had glasses on and by looking there was no way to tell them apart.

“Dean, please help me. She’s the Shapeshifter.” One of them said pointing the other one.

Dean looked to the other one who was shaking her head, “No Dean, she’s the Shapeshifter. Please believe me.” She begged tears streaming down her face.

Sam touched his shoulder, “What should we do?” he asked.

He placed his gun in the inside pocket of his jacket and stepped closer to the two women. He knelt in front of them looking closely at them.

“Tell me something only (Y/N) would know about me.” He asked fully knowing the Shapeshifter could have already taken over her memories.

(Y/N) to his left spoke first, “Our first kiss, when we were kids staying at Bobby’s, was a dare from Sam. You didn’t want to kiss me, but I pulled on your shirt collar forcing you too. That was when you fell for me but refused to get me mixed up in your life for my safety.”

The memory of him being twelve years old and a ten-year-old (Y/N) was so vivid inside his mind. Followed by the two of them sitting outside on Baby after Sam had gone to Hell and him confessing his feelings for her. Telling her that kiss was the moment when he knew he loved her.

He turned to the (Y/N) on his right and tears steadily coming down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, “Robert Samuel or Samantha Mary.”

Dean stood up turning to Sam, “Left.” He said as Sam did not hesitate to shoot the (Y/N) to their left.

The Shapeshifter cried out in agony as the silver bullet burned through their chest. Dean rushed over to (Y/N) scooping her up in his arms and carrying her out of the sewer. He got in the backseat with her as Sam drove to the nearest hospital as fast as he could.

“D-Dean…” she winced as he pulled her onto his lap cradling her.

“Shhh. We are going to get you checked out and the little one too. Everything will be okay.” He whispered pressing his lips against her temple.

One Year Later

Dean and Sam walked into the Bunker Library exhausted from case. He set his things down on one of the tables and looked up to see the one thing that made everything better.

“There she is.” He said smiling widely walking up to (Y/N) and taking the infant from her arms.

(Y/N) chuckled, “Hi there, I’m here too. You know, the mother of your child and woman you supposedly love.”

Dean smiled leaning down kissing (Y/N)’s lips, “Hi.” He whispered as her cheek turned a shade of pink.

“You know, if you two wanted a night out I could always watch Sammi. I mean how hard could it be? She eats and sleeps mostly.” Sam said as Dean and (Y/N) looked up at him scoffing.

Dean handed his daughter to Sam, “If you think you can handle her then by all means you’re on baby duty tonight.”

Sam went to protest but Dean had already turned around quickly picking (Y/N) up over his shoulder and walking down to their room.

“I didn’t mean tonight, Dean!” Sam called out as Dean’s laughter filled the hallway.

As Dean gently placed (Y/N) on the bed in their room the distant cried of their daughter came ringing through the Bunker.

“Dean, you know we should go out there. Sam has no idea what he is doing.” She said as he shook his head at her.

He carefully hovered over her his body pressing against hers, “He’ll figure it out. If she’s still crying in ten minutes, then we’ll go out there. Until then… “he paused to kiss her, “I’m going to take advantage of the alone time I have with the woman I love.”

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[rambling-at-midnight]

Four Years: Part 3 (final)

Finding

For the past month Jo, Ellen, and George have practically moved into Bobby’s house. Sam, Dean, and Bobby haven’t hunted at all though Jo has left a few times to settle cases close to Bobby’s, but she mostly trails after Dean. Ellen takes care of Bobby and Sam.

She’d only met you a few times (and at least two of those times you were possessed by a demon, it turns out) but you’d seemed like a good kid. A quiet kid with a bright smile and a pride in your scars she rarely sees; most people like to hide the marks of hunting. A sweet, quiet girl who became loud when she knew the people she was around with a reckless streak a mile wide.

Definitely too young to die.

Dean’s turned quiet. He’s fixed almost half the cars in the junkyard and showed no signs of stopping. Sometimes he reminds Jo of a ghost when she sees how thin he’s become, when he walks almost silently, when the light reflecting off the cars shines into her eyes and she becomes blinded for a few seconds and it looks like Dean disappears and reappears in a different spot.

Well, you dying definitely killed them all.

Sam’s barely even allowed out of the panic room, what with all his ravings about how he’s going to save you making everyone nervous he’s going to sell his soul. Besides, the house is stocked full with weapons and Sam might have lost it just enough to use one if someone tries to stop him from doing that.

And Bobby, well, he’s replaced all his daily food and water intake with one thing: alcohol. Whiskey, beer, anything to take the edge off. He always looks a little dazed, but then again, they all do.

The sun was shining that morning and Ellen had decided it was as good a day as any to let Sam out for a while. It’s warm enough that he only has to wear a t-shirt, a slight wind ruffling his hair, but he doesn’t seem to notice any of that.

Sam had shut down the moment they let him out, but Dean had woken up. Maybe it’s what he needed to keep going; another little sibling to protect now that he failed so utterly with you. It’s what shuts Sam down, finally; stops the ravings and the anger. Jo likes to think it’s a good thing that Dean takes his little brother from her and her mother without a word and supports him on the way out of the house. Sam stares blankly, but his feet do move as Dean moves him. For the first time in a while, the hand that’s been squeezing onto the key hanging from his neck lets go and he even pushes himself away from the doorway when his shoulders prove too broad to pass through next to Dean’s.

George is sitting where he usually is in the backyard, unable to stand coming inside the house and facing Sam and Dean and the reminder that his sister had been possessed by a demon the whole time he’d known her. He couldn’t have known, sure, but that doesn’t really make him feel better. He’s gone through all the Polaroid photos that Sam had thrown out of the panic room one day out of anger, sorted the ones where the demon wearing you is in the picture, and put those in a separate pile. He’s not sure what to do with them.

Sam sits down, leaning against the tree he’d dug your grave in front of. He still remembers how you’d looked when he’d buried you. You’re rotting by now.

A single tear drips down his cheek. Y/N, I’m laying on your bones.

The very last thing he’d said to you, before you left and he left for Stanford, was “I hope I never see you again! You’re just stubborn and selfish and a low-I.Q.’ed girl with a gun fetish!”

Nothing he’d said to you in the cages, no apologies, nothing counts. You didn’t hear it. You were possessed. The knowledge of that, his very last words to you, are so painful to Sam that he might just die. There’s no excuse for him to have ever said that, except for the fact that he has anger issues and wasn’t thinking about anyone but himself. He was selfish, plain and simple.

“Sam?”

George’s hesitant voice makes Sam open his eyes with reluctance. The last time he’d talked to George he’d threatened to kill him. “Yeah?”

“Want to help me with these?” George holds up a bag of small polaroid pictures. “They’re all the pictures of the demon.”

“What do you want me to do?”

George holds up a lighter.

Sam doesn’t smile, but he does enjoy watching the remnants of the demon’s time riding your ass go up in flames.

“Can you tell me about her?” George finally asks timidly, braced for Sam to hit him physically or verbally or both. “I don’t think I ever actually knew her.”

Sam closes his eyes and sits back down on top of your grave. The ground feels warm, like it’s soaking up the your body heat, like your heart is still pumping underneath all that dirt. He hurts so bad inside he wouldn’t be surprised if it turns out all his insides have been scooped out. It’s just… aching. “Yeah. I’ll tell you about Y/N.”

They were right to keep him in the panic room. The first night he’s allowed outside Sam sneaks out once everybody’s asleep. He doesn’t like to sleep much because you’re always in his dreams.

Scratch that, he loves to sleep but he hates to wake up.

Better not to sleep at all. Better for you not to be torn from him every morning.

Dean’s waiting for him outside the door. Apparently he doesn’t like to sleep much either. “Sam, what are you doing?” His purpose—to protect his siblings at all costs—makes his face stern, arms crossed. He won’t lose Sam along with Y/N. He won’t, he can’t, he can’t, he can’t. The second Sam is lost Dean finds enough strength to find him.

“Dean, get out of my way,” Sam says quietly. He’s a very good actor; he convinced everyone except Dean, who knows him best, that he was fine. That he didn’t feel sick every morning because he’s just rediscovered that you’re dead. That he’s coming to terms with your death.

No, there’s no way Sam will ever accept the terms of any deal if those terms includes you being dead.

“Sam, I’m not going to let you sell your soul,” Dean says quietly.

“You’re not going to be able to stop me.”

Dean’s face crumples. “You think Y/N would want this, Sam?”

“I don’t think Y/N would want to be dead!”

Dean looks around, remembering the other sleeping people in the house. He doesn’t want Jo and Ellen and Bobby to know about Sam not being as okay as he pretends he is. It’ll make them feel useless, and it’s not even their job to take care of Sam.

It’s his.

Dean drags Sam out to the tree they’d buried you under, the night air chilly but not cold enough for actual discomfort. Goosebumps raise on Sam’s arms as he crosses them, glancing to the patch of disturbed ground where you’re laying.

“Dean, Y/N…” Sam swallows and blinks. “She can’t be dead. She just can’t.”

“Sam, I know it sucks ass. I know!” Dean, who’s lost his younger sister, knows just how Sam feels. “But we’re going to get past this. You’ve gotta get past this. I can only help so much.”

“I can’t,” Sam whispers. “I can’t, Dean.”

“I know it feels that way, but Sam…” Dean shakes his head and tilts his face so that Sam can’t see the glossy sheen on his eyes. “We’re going to get better, I promise. We’re going to get over this—”

“I don’t want to get better, Dean!” Sam yells, shoving his brother in the chest. “I left Y/N and she died because of me—”

“How can you say that?” Dean bellows back.

“If she hadn’t run off she wouldn’t have been possessed!”

“You heard the demon; it was going to get Y/N anyway!”

“Then I should have been there to notice that something was wrong! Four years, Dean.” Sam’s voice cracks and he sinks to the ground, his legs unable to hold him up any longer. “Four fucking years.”

Dean crouches and throws his arms around his baby brother. Sam holds onto him like he would a lifesaver, because Dean’s the only thing keeping him from drowning. “I know,” Dean murmurs as Sam sobs into his jacket. “I know. We’ll be better, I promise.”

“She wasn’t supposed to die,” Sam whispers. “It wasn’t… she shouldn’t have died.”

A sudden wind ruffles his hair.

“That is correct,” an alien voice says behind them. Sam stands up while Dean whirls. A man with messy dark hair and a trenchcoat is standing in the middle of the yard.

“Who the hell are you?” Dean growls, reaching inside his pocket for a gun and drawing it up in record time. The man doesn’t seem concerned by the firearm pointed at his face.

“I am Castiel,” he answers.

“What are you?” Sam snarls, taking out the demon knife.

“I’m an angel of the lord.”

Dean shoots him.

It doesn’t do anything.

This Castiel tilts his head at the Winchester brothers. “I believe you were close to Y/N Y/L/N, correct? Some might say you were siblings.”

“How the hell do you know that?” Dean asks.

“I am angel of the lord, Dean,” Castiel replies. “And you three are my charges.”

“What does that mean?”

Castiel looks at Sam, an odd but amused look on his face. “There is quite an uproar in heaven at the moment.”

“What?”

“The Cupids are protesting the most, though of course Lachesis was rather invested in your lives. Atropos is mostly enraged that the demon somehow found out how to change fate.”

Dean shoots him because he’s not making any sense.

“Fate,” Castiel elaborates. “The Three Fates—Atropos and Lachesis want to put things back how they’re supposed to be. Their sister is rather occupied at the moment, though, so she doesn’t mind as much.”

“So you’re saying Y/N really isn’t supposed to be dead?” Sam repeats.

Castiel nods. “And then, of course, the Cupids were very interested in your story. They would call it a tragedy with a happy ending, but of course, there’s no happy ending.”

Sam rolls his eyes. He knows that.

“They are fans of happy endings,” the ‘angel’ continues. “Besides, your story was official business, high-up. My superiors aren’t happy with their failure.”

“You’re not making any sense,” Dean says, about to pull the trigger to shoot him again. Third time’s the charm, right?

“I’m just trying to explain,” the so-called angel says. He snaps his fingers.

Sam wakes up in his bed, sunlight streaming through the windows. He’d had a crazy dream last night. Everyone knows angels aren’t real.

It hadn’t been a very good dream, but it also hadn’t been very terrible either. Sam doesn’t get up, preferring to stay in bed and go over what the imaginary angel had been trying to say. He’d talked mostly in circles, but when Sam remembers what he’d said—which is weird for a dream; normally they aren’t so vivid—he can sort of make out what he meant: important people up in heaven were angry that you’d died.

Well, of course that would be a dream Sam would have. Y/N was his world; of course he would dream that she was so important that people up in heaven would be mad she was dead.

If there are angels and a heaven, however, Sam doubts they would care all that much. Why else would they have let Y/N die in the first place? Why would they have waited so long?

Sam finally sits up and glances outside. The tree they’d buried you under is… gone.

Sam blinks and makes his way to the window. The tree has fallen even though there wasn’t even a storm yesterday and it was perfectly healthy.

When he looks past the tree, he sees all the trees in the forest behind Bobby’s yard for about a half-mile radius have fallen.

“What the hell?”

Sam bursts out of Bobby’s house. Every car in the junkyard is on its side, including Baby (Dean is so going to lose his shit). “Dean?” Sam yells. “Bobby? Ellen? Jo? George? Guys, get out here!”

A large German Shepherd nudges Sam’s leg and he looks down. It’s definitely George. He’s probably not going to change back simply because that would make him naked, which would be a little awkward.

Dean stumbles out of his room. “What?” His face pales when he sees the Impala a little ways behind Sam. “What the fuck?”

“What is it?” Ellen asks.

“Look outside!” Jo calls, bounding out of the house. “What the hell could have done this?”

Sam and Dean look at each other. “Castiel?” Sam says, so soft he can barely hear it. He doesn’t know why the angel would do something like this, if he’s even real.

Dean’s eyes widen. “I thought that was a dream!”

“You thought what was a dream?” Bobby asks.

George barks, loudly, and sprints to Bobby’s yard. Sam and Dean exchange looks and follow him. The Skinwalker paces around the disturbed ground you’re buried in, growling low in his throat.

“What is it?” Sam asks and then jumps back when the ground starts to move. It bulges, almost as if something’s crawling just under the surface. Bobby cocks his gun and points it at the ground.

“Y/N?” Sam asks, wondering, and a hand breaks through the surface of the dirt.

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The Gangster and His Angel (Bobby Ikon)

Chapter 8

Your Pov

You had woken up a few hours after the incident with Bobby, picking yourself up off the floor and pretending nothing happened. You had decided to listen to his warning and stay in the house, but a part of you wanted to leave, you wanted to run away from reality. You walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water to soothe your sore throat. Just before the bottle touched your chapped lips a knock on the front door interrupted you, you set the bottle on the island with a sigh and walked to the door. Your small hand wrapped around the doorknob twisting to the left and pulling it open. You were shocked to see Chanwoo standing on your front porch.

“Hey, I know that I worried you and I wanted to come let you know that none of this is your fault and that I’m okay.” He spoke scratching the back of his head. You studied his face, it was covered in bruises and cuts. Before you could process everything, your body made a move. Quickly throwing your arms around his neck. He stood there shocked not reacting.

“I’m glad that you’re safe and I’m so sorry for everything that happened to you.” You cried. Chanwoo finally wrapped his arms around your waist returning you embrace. After a few minutes, you pulled away from one another.

“Well, you probably want to go back to sleep so I will get going.” He spoke and instantly a frown spread across your face. “Unless you want to go inside and talk because you look like you have something that you want to get off of your chest.” He sweetly spoke staring down at you. You nodded your head, before moving out of the way allowing him access to your home. He stepped inside and you closed the door behind him. The two of you walked towards the couch sitting next to one another, you turned to face him crossing your legs on the couch, leaning your back against the arm of the sofa.

“Why is he like that, why does he keep changing his mood?” You blurted not thinking. Chanwoo turned his head staring at you.

“Who, Bobby?” You nodded waiting for an answer. “Honestly, this the first time that I have seen him so stressed and frustrated.” He responded.

“Really?” You were curious.

“Yeah, he has never been this confused with anything he does and he has never been protective of a girl, even when he was with Hae-Ju he never cared if she got hurt, hell I can’t think of a girl that he was protective of.” This made you think.

“So, Hae-Ju and Bobby were a thing?” He nodded.

“Yeah they dated on and off for two years until he got sick of her cheating on him and to make matters worse she almost got us all arrested.” Your eyes widened.

“F-for what exactly.” He seemed shocked, more by his slip up than my question.

“Umm that’s not important right now, all you need to know is that -”

“No, tell me.” You demand to cut him off. You needed to know what you have gotten yourself into.

“Fine, but first promise me that you won’t hate him after I tell you this.” You held out your pinkie prompting for his. He copied your action locking his pinkie with yours then connected the pads of your thumbs, sealing your promise. “Okay, before I tell you this, you need to understand who we are.” He breathed.

“Okay, I’m listening.” he nodded at my response before continuing.

“About 7 years ago we were all, what people call street kids, we caused trouble stealing, selling and doing drugs, we sometimes sold weapons, we were players well them more than me. Anyway one day a group of men were out scouting for people to recruit at the time we had no idea what we were getting ourselves into, but they offered food and shelter so we all took it. They trained us with combat skills, weapons, and technology for a little over a year. We were sent on our first mission as a team and succeed quicker than any other group and soon we were picked first for most of the missions for YG. Four years ago we were given the name Ikon for how much the other gangs looked up to us. Through the years we grew a wrap sheet with the police but no one ever knew our faces except for the people of YG…” He stopped for a moment looking at you for a response. You had already assumed that they were in a gang but you had no idea that it was the one that had struck fear in the hearts of people in Korea.

“You guys are Ikon the ghost gang that people whisper about.” You watched as he nodded his head.

“We have killed, robbed, beaten, and sold all for money. We were on a streak and the police were frustrated that they couldn’t find us.” He had finished explaining who they were. You processed the information in your head scolding yourself for not being more scared of the person sitting in front of you.

“So why is Bobby so iffy with girls?” You blurted. Chanwoo raised a brow at your question.

“Wow, you really don't care that I just told you that we have killed people?” He asked looking a little confused.

“Why should I be, you guys have had many chances to hurt me but you haven't.” He nodded his head in understanding.

“Well, Bobby met Hae-Ju at a club about three years ago they were close in the sense of friends with benefits for a while. Until Bobby decided to ask her out it went well for a few months until she cheated on him, so they broke it off. It went back and forth for a while and then things started to get off for lack of a better word.”

“What do you mean?”

“Our product started going missing, and Hae-Ju got really sneaky about certain things. It wasn't long before we found out that Hae-Ju had been feeding information to Alec and his gang, not to mention she was sleeping with Alec's brother.” He paused replaying a memory that he hadn't shared.

“So Alec was an enemy before Hae-Ju came along?” You tilted your head like a confused puppy causing Chanwoo to chuckle at you.

“Yes, he was but that is a story for another time. So when Bobby found this out he went on a rampage and infiltrated their base alone. He got into a fight with Alec and his brother got in the way when Bobby fired his gun. The scary part is that Bobby didn't even flinch. Two days later we got a tip from one of our guys that Hae-Ju had been to the police station and had snitched on all of us, thankfully I'm a computer genius and I can erase a hard drive from across the country.” He smirked to himself as he finished.

“Wow intense and I thought my story was bad,” you mumbled hoping that he didn't hear it.

“you know I that you're the first girl that has been able to touch Bobby and lived to tell the tale.” He chuckled at this statement.

“how so?”

“Well after the second time that Hae-Ju cheated on him he quit allowing her to touch him and every time she tried he would threaten her and you don't want to know what he would do to her during sex.” your eyes widened and you covered your ears.

“Okay I get it!” you yelped as Chanwoo laughed at you.

“Anyway every other girl that he has had, were only here for sex and he never went back to the same girl twice, but you are obviously different, there is something about you that has softened his heart.” He smirked at my slightly red face.

“Yeah right.” you scoffed pulling your hands from your ears.

“No it's true, Y/N He hasn't willingly gone up to a girl and touched her unless he was drunk or horny so you should consider yourself lucky.”

“wow you really have no filter do you?” You giggled out as he laughed. He shook his head in response.

“But seriously you are the first girl to be able to actually touch him and I think that you saving him that night had a lot to do with it.” He suddenly became serious.

“Why?” You were curious.

“because believe it or not he didn't want to be saved, that is why he went out that night he went to pick a fight with them.” You stared at him shocked. Bobby wanted to be punished for killing Alec’s brother. “and when you risked your life for his it did something to him.”

“So is that why you guys followed me around for two weeks?” Chanwoo's face turned a shade of pink as he coughed with embarrassment.

“Actually um Bobby wanted to make sure that you weren't a threat to us.” he chuckled.

“Oh okay,” you mumbled. Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door causing your heart to race. You became anxious as you watched the doorknob jiggle slightly. “C-chanwoo…” your voice tremble as your mind thought of the worst.

“Go to your room and hide don’t come out until I say so.” He ordered, just before I could run to the room the door was opened and in stepped Nina.

“Whoa, homeboy put down the gun down you cumdumpster.” She sassed, eliciting a giggle to come from you.

“What's with the name calling!” Chanwoo whined like a child. You watched him put the gun back in the back of his pants. You hadn’t even noticed that he had it, but what you did notice is that Nina barely even flinched at the sight of a gun being pointed at her.

“Because it's the first thing that came out of my mouth.” She snapped.

“Wait what are you doing here?” Chanwoo asked.

“I could ask you the same question pretty boy,” Nina raised an eyebrow at him. All you could do was watch the interaction between the two with curious eyes.

“I asked you first.”

“I asked you first. What are you 5?” Nina seemed annoyed by the boy in front of her.

“No, I'm only here because I wanted to talk to Y/N.” Chanwoo snapped this time.

“Looks like you came to cry like a baby because the bullies down the street took your teddy bear,” Nina said while making pouty faces and a baby voice. This made Chanwoo growl in anger and step forward. Nina only smirked at his action clearly amused by the effect she has on the boy.

“Okay, I think that's enough, channie you should go home before the others start to worry, and Nina quit taunting him.” You spoke stepping between the two. Chanwoo relaxed slightly before walking out the front door. Nina and you watched him leave.

“Wow, he needs to get laid.” She chirped. You glared at her before going to your room. “What!?” She yelled with a giggle.

“Nina that was mean.” You scolded causing her to laugh.

“Oh come on I was just messing with him. By the way, you're cute when you're angry.” She laughed. This only aggravated you. You laid down in your bed as Nina plopped beside you.

“Goodnight.” You grumbled as you cut off the light. Only a few minutes passed before Nina decided to speak again.

“So which one do you think would have better angry sex?” You quickly kicked her off the bed onto the floor.

“Have fun making out with the floor tonight.” with that you closed your eyes and went to sleep.

[kazosa]

Masquerade

Summary: the reader has been conned into going to a party where her best friend, a white witch, has set her up on a blind date. Is this one finally a keeper?

A/N: BIG thanks to @dragongirl420 for the gorgeous graphic!!

Warnings: um? I write how I talk so… swearing? That’s about it. Fluffy AF, too.

Song Lyrics:  “Lady in Red” by Chris de Burgh

Word Count (w/Lyrics):�� 3930

Tags: @dragongirl420

     The rustle of fabric and the sounds of heeled shoes on the wooden floor were all keeping time with the music that was playing over the amazing sound system. As you watched the party taking place without you, you leaned against the wall and wondered, yet again, how in the hell Jen managed to convince you to go to her party. Only, it wasn’t just any party, it was a masquerade party… and she was setting you up, again.

     “Oh, c’mon! It’ll be fun!” she cajoled.

     You’d heard that before.

     “This is the last time, Jen,” she’d been trying for ages to find you ‘the one’ and had been unsuccessful. “I’m a hunter, I don’t have time for family stuff.”

     The two of you’d had many discussions about hunters and families. No matter how many times you tried to argue against it, you knew it was bullshit. Your own father was a hunter and you had many good memories with him. He was around to teach you things, he was there for birthdays. Hunters and families could be done, and happily, you knew that, but you’d been on your own so long…

     “Fine, last time,” she relented. “Though, I think I picked a winner this time.”

     Jen had insisted on buying you a dress for the party. Thinking you’d just go to some costume shop that had dresses at the ready, you'd agreed. Instead, she had taken you to the airport and spent the next three days in LA getting dress fittings. Jen had already picked out the design and gave the dressmakers your general dimensions. She’d been a good guesser and only a little work had needed to be done to get your dress perfect.      Three days and Sam had only called you once. Dean had called you everyday and had sent you texts. You were living with them, after all. It was only natural that they would check up on you, plus, they were Winchesters, it’s what they did.

    You’d been mingling with the other party goers long enough to make your feet hurt in your high-heeled boots. Figured you’d get stood up, on Valentine’s Day no less. Your mask was bothering you and you wanted nothing more than to ditch the party, but Jen had gone to a lot of trouble and it was a pretty fantastic party.

     Somehow, she’d managed to rent a loft in the historic downtown area and decorated it to the nines. There was lush velvet and black lace everywhere you looked. The furnishings were just as opulent as the gothic chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. Jen had really outdone herself this time.

     The music wasn’t too loud, but loud enough that people wanted to dance. As you watched how people had already paired off, it made you wonder if Jen was just messing with you and you were the only one being set up on a date. It was starting to not matter anymore, you were getting to a point where you were there for the food and drinks and to enjoy your friend’s expensive taste.

     So far, you’d avoided the food table, foolishly thinking your date would acutally show. You hadn’t wanted to eat something and have it make your breath go horribly wrong. You weren’t an optimist, by any means, but it could have finally been the time that one of Jen’s matchmaking attempts had actually worked out. It didn’t seem to be an issue any longer, and the carrot sticks were calling to you.

     “At least something is,” you grumbled to yourself.

     Jen slipped in beside you in her opulent black and gold gown. Like everything else at the party, she was stunning.

     “You look amazing!” she said sincerely.

     Indelicately chomping down on your carrot, “I don’t feel amazing.”

     “He’ll be here,” she insisted, taking a drink of whiskey.

     A tall man, wearing a black suit, with black shirt and a vest printed with gold spades, and a matching pocket square came striding up, laying a gentle hand on Jen’s bare shoulder. You liked Dave a lot and he seemed to be holding up nicely with Jen. She had a wild life, but so did he, and she tended to run through her lovers. This one, however, seemed to be thriving with her. He was a nice guy and he was a hell of a lot of fun at parties. His dark blonde hair, blue eyes and beard made him look more menacing than he really was with that masquerade mask on. In fact, when he wasn’t dressed up, he had a whole other look about him, one that had earned him the nickname Jen had given him. It never failed, every time you saw him, it came to mind…

     “If he’s not, we’ll just find him and kill him,” Dave said lightly. “Good riddance if he can’t man-up.”

     “You’re sweet,” you said.

     “Don’t worry, he knows what’s good for him,” Jen winked. “Just give him a chance, okay?”

     Jen was a white witch, and you had no doubt that whatever wrath the mystery man was going to get, she would be the one to dole it out.

     “In the Mood” started playing and you knew then that Jen had chosen the music selections for the evening.

     “C’mon, (Y|N), let me push you around the dance floor,” Dave said. “Let’s go cut a rug!”

     Dave didn’t wait for an answer, he just grabbed your wrist and pulled you out onto the dancefloor while the peppy beat lifted your spirits a little.

     Sam went in first, no longer willing to wait while Dean drug his feet. Dean stood outside the door to the party, the sounds of the old music, like stuff the MoL had left behind, met his ears. The rustle of fabric and shoes on the wooden floor, a small detail under the music. He watched as Sam disappeared into the crowd of party goers. He felt like an idiot wearing the mask, but he kept telling himself that if Batman could wear a mask and still be badass, he could, too.

     As the notion finally set in, he pulled down on the lapels of his suit jacket and said, “I’m friggin’ Bruce Wayne.” He smiled to himself and strolled into the party feeling as cocky as Bruce Wayne, himself.

     He spotted the food tables and bar. Fairly certain he could down a beer in a minute, he started making his way toward the bar first. Half way there, he caught sight of the taps and the promise of the delicious liquid gold they would soon provide. The crowds of people had slowed his progress when a flash of burgundy from the dancefloor caught his eye. Turning, he stopped to watch the woman dance with a big bear of a man.

     It didn’t matter that she was dolled up for Jen’s fancy party and wearing a mask, he would know her anywhere. He broke into a nervous sweat as he looked around the room and realized the couples he saw were wearing matching colors. Taking a deep breath, he let it out slowly to calm himself.

     He rubbed his palms on his pant legs, “Get it together, you’re Bruce Wayne.”

     “You always give yourself these pep talks, Bruce?”

     He looked down into the smiling face of Jen, who was holding a beer and a glass of whiskey.

     “Wasn’t expecting an ambush,” he said, turning back to watch (Y|N) glide over the dancefloor.

     “Take the beer, jerk,” she said, touching the beer to the back of his hand.

     Accepting the bottle, he took a long drink. Jen looked up at him as he watched (Y|N) dance with Dave. She’d seen that look before, the one of silent admiration from afar. She’d seen it on the faces of people who couldn’t have the one their hearts most desired, whether they knew of that desire or not. What made his gaze different was the hint of jealousy mixed with the adoration.

     “You just don’t know how to say ‘thank you,’ do you?” she asked.

     “Look, Jen, I don’t know what you’re trying to do here, but…”

     “Why did you never ask her out?” she prodded. “Were you just too chicken?”

     Dean sputtered a few moments, not knowing how to answer. (Y|N) had been in their lives a long time. Hell, they’d almost grown up together. It felt a little disrespectful to want Bobby’s niece the way he did. She’d spent summers with Bobby and Karen. When his own dad needed to dump him and Sam somewhere, it was often Bobby’s house. She’d started out being the annoying kid that wouldn’t leave him and Sam alone. Then a few years passed and they’d gone back to Sioux Falls when they were going on a hunt and things had been … different.

     It had been hard to ignore the long legs sticking out from under the old Nova. Cutoffs, boots, black tank top, and a flannel tied around the waist, grease smudges on the bare skin of her tanned legs. The blaring noise of Nirvana and Pearl Jam assaulting his ears. He didn’t know who he was expecting to roll out from under the car on the creeper when he switched off the music, but he wasn’t expecting HER… Anyone else and he wouldn’t have batted an eye.

     She’d grown up a hunter’s kid and the niece of a hunter. She knew all there was to know about cars, weapons, music, and monsters. Another few years later, Sam was back, and they’d needed help and called Bobby. Instead of their surrogate uncle coming to help them with a hunt, (Y|N) had shown up in his place. He’d gone into the hunt thinking he’d have to look out for her, but it hadn’t been necessary, she was good, really good. He remembered thinking she could go toe to toe with any of the best and come out ahead.

     Jump ahead to their current situation. She was living in the bunker with him and Sam. After Bobby died, he and Sam felt like they owed Bobby’s only living family a home. Hunting with them, and researching when they needed her, after all, she shared the same blood as Bobby. The woman was a bloodhound on two legs, two long, sexy legs that he often thought about being wrapped around his waist. Her room was even next door to his own. She’d been there for him, through everything…even the nightmares.

     “I don’t know,” he finally admitted to Jen… and himself. “It’s not something I want to talk about with a witch, I can tell you that much.”

     “Well then,” Jen continued, “I suggest you take advantage of the mask, Bruce, and charm the dress off her.”

     Dean was about to tell her exactly where she could go when he realized the song had ended and (Y|N) and the large man were coming over to where they stood.

     Dave was quite the dancer and he’d left you winded as the song ended and he led you off the dancefloor. It wasn’t until you got near the edge that you saw Jen, and a tall man wearing your matching color, talking. You assumed he must have been your mystery date. Not wearing your glasses, it took you a few moments to realize who you were looking at was none other than Dean Winchester.

     “Son of a bitch,” you thought. “Jen, you sneaky witch.”

     “There’s my gorgeous lady!” Dave took Jen in his arms and dipped her into a kiss.

     You were still catching your breath when Dave stood up with Jen.

     “Bruce,” Jen winked at the man in your matching color, “I believe you know this beautiful lady. You two have a nice night.”

     “Sweetheart,” Dave leaned down to kiss your cheek, “always a pleasure. You’ve been holding out on me, we’ll have to dance again real soon!”

     You watched as your friend and her boyfriend walked away. Dean was watching him closely.

     “Is that the guy from Stranger Things?” he asked.

     You nodded. You’d made Dean watch it with you, not that you’d had to twist his arm too much. Finding a good show to watch, when you were at the bunker killing time til the next case, was almost a relief.

     “Yeah, it was a good show, right…Bruce?” you were going to tease him a little with the charade. You didn’t find the idea of spending a little quality time with Dean unappealing. On the contrary, you’d wanted nothing more. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been obvious about how you felt. Ever since you were kids, you’d had a crush on him. He’d always shut down your advances. If he knew it was you, he wasn’t letting on, and if he didn’t know it was you, you hoped he might finally make a move on you.

     “Huh,” he mused. He turned and looked at her in her dress, mask, and gloves. He’d never seen her like that. She was always in hunter gear, but this, this was a whole new ballgame.

     “So, uh… what do we do now?” he asked. Any other time, he would have laid on the charm, given the girl some bullshit story, anything to cut to the chase and get in her pants. (Y|N) would see right through all of that, he had to play it cool.

     “You could ask me to dance,” you offered.

     The music was still playing an up-tempo tune and the party was starting to really pick up. Dean stuck out his elbow to you. Taking his arm, he led you back out onto the dancefloor, just in time for the song to change to “Lady in Red.”

     “Oh um…” you tried to pull away, but Dean only pulled you closer. You looked up into his impossibly green eyes, searching for any hint of what was happening…

     “No, not this time, sweetheart. Never again,” his expression telling you he was completely serious. His grip tightened on your waist, his hand clasping yours to his chest.

     You ignored everyone else but him. He gently swayed to the music with you pressed against him. Your emotions were running wild. The man you’d had feelings for since you were both teenagers was staring into your eyes with such intensity, you couldn’t look away and you didn’t want to.

     “You look beautiful tonight,” he said just loud enough for you to hear.

     Your free hand rested on his bicep. He looked good in burgundy. Hell, he looked good in everything he wore.

     “Not so bad, yourself, Dean,” you said, letting on you knew who he was. You were still unable to break eye contact with the most handsome man you’d ever known.

     He leaned down slightly, finally breaking the hold his eyes held you in. His breath tickling your ear as he spoke, “I should have done this a long time ago.”

I’ve never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight I’ve never seen you shine so bright I’ve never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance They’re looking for a little romance, given half a chance And I have never seen that dress you’re wearing Or the highlights in your hair that catch your eyes I have been blind

     “You could have,” you said softly. You’d carried a torch for him for so long… There were times when you’d be alone at the bunker, watching a movie, or a TV show and just when you thought things were moving toward the next level, he’d leave you hanging and play it off with some lame excuse.

     “You’re Bobby’s niece. You were off limits… and you were an annoying kid,” he chuckled softly.

     You squeezed his arm, unable to get a good grip with your gloved hand, “You weren’t much better, you big jerk, and we’re the same age.”

     “Imagine my surprise when I go back to Bobby’s house and see those long legs of yours sticking out from under that old Nova,” he trailed off.

     “I remember that day,” you confessed, looking up into his eyes. “I was a goner. Seeing you, looking cocky as all hell in that black t-shirt and brown leather jacket… I knew then that I’d never get you out of my system.” You ran your hand up his sleeved arm, your arm going over his shoulder.

     His hand moved to your back pressing you to him.

     “That mouth on you… man, you know how to put a guy in his place,” he admitted.

     “Well, you shouldn’t have touched my stereo or shot your mouth off about me working on cars,” you defended yourself.

I’ve never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight I’ve never seen you shine so bright I’ve never seen so many men ask you if you wanted to dance They’re looking for a little romance, given half a chance And I have never seen that dress you’re wearing Or the highlights in your hair that catch your eyes I have been blind

     He could smell her hair and feel it catching on his jaw as she moved with him. She felt so good pressed against him, moving with him seamlessly across the dance floor. They’d known each other since they were kids. He had always blamed not telling her how he was feeling because she was more like a sister than someone he would ever fall in love with, but that had been a lie, too. It was a lie he told himself to get through all of the lonely nights, the nights where she would go with someone else, the weeks and months that they were apart. It was all about survival.

     “I’m sorry, by the way, about Bobby,” he was very quiet, almost a whisper. “It was my fault. I got him killed.”

     You squeezed his hand before letting go to put your arm around him. He crushed you to his body, and you knew he must have been reliving the moment in his head.

     “It’s not your fault, Dean. Bobby knew the risks and he would do it all again if he could, I know it,” you tried to reassure him. Sam had told you the story of what happened because Dean couldn’t. At the time, you were more hurt that Dean hadn’t come to tell you himself. Later on, you realized it was because he felt responsible. After a while, you just assumed he didn’t want to talk about it and you didn’t press the issue. You’d come to terms with Bobby’s death long ago. “He loved you and Sam, so much.”

The lady in red is dancing with me, cheek to cheek There’s nobody here, it’s just you and me It’s where I want to be But I hardly know this beauty by my side I’ll never forget the way you look tonight

     His face buried in your neck, you extended your hands behind his head and pulled off your glove. You put your bare hand on the back of his neck, stroking his skin and running your hand up through his hair on the nape. You couldn’t even hear the music anymore, none of the chatter from the other guests, not even the clunk of feet on the wooden floor. There was only Dean. Your heart was damn near bursting out of your chest for him.

I’ve never seen you looking so gorgeous as you did tonight I’ve never seen you shine so bright, you were amazing I’ve never seen so many people want to be there by your side And when you turned to me and smiled, it took my breath away And I have never had such a feeling Such a feeling of complete and utter love, as I do tonight

     “There’s so many things I would’ve done different,” he said releasing his tight hold on you. Still moving to the music, he leaned back a little bit to look at you.

     “Like what?” your bare hand caressing the smooth skin on his neck.

     He looked at her and thought of all the times he wished he had kissed her. The times he wanted to hold her hand. The times they were heading back from a hunt and had just wanted to keep going with her by his side. He’d known she cared for him and that had made it all the more difficult to keep refusing her. In the end, he didn’t know who he was protecting more, her, or himself.

     “That day, when you rolled out from under the Nova, I should have…” he looked into her eyes, she deserved to hear him say it. She deserved to hear him say everything that he’d been holding back for so long.

The lady in red is dancing with me, cheek to cheek There’s nobody here, it’s just you and me It’s where I want to be But I hardly know this beauty by my side I’ll never forget the way you look tonight

     “I should have told you back then that you were making a mistake,” he said. He saw her give him a questioning look. No way would she let him off easy. Patiently, she waited for him to continue. “You were dating that jock, Peter Butler.”

     You smiled up at him. Dating is not the word you would have chosen to describe your two dates with Peter. He was cute, but dumb as a rock. You’d almost forgotten him entirely.

     Dean continued, “…I should have told you that I wanted you.”

     You swallowed hard, “Did you Dean? All those years ago?”

     He nodded. “We should have just gotten in the Impala and drove. I don’t know where, just anywhere away from where we were and tried to forget that we were ever hunters.”

     You both knew that things had worked out the way they should have. You couldn’t imagine doing anything other than hunting and you knew that Dean felt the same way. It was good helping people and killing the scary things that go bump in the night. When you’d reconnected with the Winchesters, you almost felt like you were getting the best of both worlds. You hunted with two of the best men you’d ever known and had a close relationship with them both. Dean was the one that had always held your heart. Anyone else that tried to take it away from him, never really could.

I never will forget the way you look tonight The lady in red, the lady in red The lady in red, my lady in red

     “I know we can never not be hunters but… do you wanna go?” you asked. “Do you want to go get in the Impala and just see where the road takes us? I mean, I’d go to the end of the world with you, if you asked me. I kinda …”

     Dean’s lips were suddenly pressed to yours for one, beautiful moment. It ended just as suddenly as it had begun. Taking a moment to recover, you said, “I’m sorry, if we’re gonna be a thing, you need to kiss me better than that. My toes didn’t even curl.”

     He smiled and reached up to carefully remove your mask, then his own. Dean’s eyes twinkled as he leaned in for another try. This time, his lips were soft as he sucked gently on your lip as he kissed you, his tongue brushing lightly on your lip as yours parted for him. His tongue danced with yours as you moved on the dancefloor. It all felt like a dream.

     “I love you, (Y|N).”

A/N: this may or may not be the end of their story, I haven’t decided yet. I mean, if they leave, how does Sam get home? Where do they go? Anywaaaayyy….

[cat-sophia]

If You Aren't Watching The Expanse, the Best Scifi Show on TV, Here's What You Need to Know to Start Tonight

It’s been a year since The Expanse’s tense season two finale, and we are deliriously excited for the season three premiere tonight on Syfy. You should be, too. The scifi series is strong on every front: a thrilling story equally packed with political intrigue and tons of space action; fascinating and well-written characters; and gorgeous special effects. But if you’re finally ready to start watching the series, there’s a good deal that you should know. We have you covered, of course.

This also works equally well as a refresher for those whose memory of where the series left off might be a bit dusty—after all, a lot of shit hit the fan at the end of last season. Either way, here’s all you need to know to get up to speed on the best scifi show on TV.

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Here’s the deal

The Expanse is based on the scifi novel series by James S.A. Corey, the pen name of author duo Daniel Abraham and Ty Franck. It’s set some 200 years in the future, when technology—especially the Epstein Drive, a fusion drive that enables efficient, long-range space travel—has allowed humans to colonize Mars as well as the asteroid belt. When The Expanse begins, long-simmering political tensions between Earth (still outwardly lush and gleaming, but sagging under serious infrastructure problems) and Mars (which has prioritized its military over its terraforming efforts) have pushed both sides to the brink of war. Meanwhile, the various factions of rough-hewn Belters, as they’re known, agitate for their rights under the aegis of the Outer Planets Alliance, which is viewed by many on Earth and Mars as a terrorist group.

The show follows a diverse array of people from across the solar system, all of whom struggle with tough choices as part of their survival. Turf wars are one thing, but the unstable situation becomes way more complicated after the discovery of the alien “protomolecule” on one of Saturn’s moons. At first, the protomolecule seems like just a terrible new plague—anyone who touches it is guaranteed a slow, agonizing death. But as The Expanse’s plot thickens, it soon becomes apparent that the substance’s unknown origins mean its capabilities extend way beyond the realm of human comprehension. That doesn’t stop sinister corporation Protogen (Earth-based, but working for the highest bidder) from immediately trying to weaponize it, first by unleashing it on thousands of unsuspecting Belters living and working on the asteroid Eros—and later by using it to turn a group of specially-selected children into terrifying “hybrid” supersoldiers.

By the end of season two, the existence of the protomolecule is no longer top-secret, and the stuff has become so widespread that wiping it out of existence is no longer possible. It’s so inescapable, “it’s part of the equation now,” as one of the characters points out in the season two finale. It has so far been the driving force behind every plot thread—what is it? Who has it? Where did it come from? What can it do? Oh fuck, what’s it doing now?—though the stakes vary depending on who’s involved.

Who’s who

R.I.P. First, we must mention two important characters who presumably met a fiery end when Eros, transformed from asteroid into giant missile by the protomolecule, smashed into Venus: Miller (Thomas Jane), a Belter and former police detective, and Julie Mao (Florence Faivre), the missing person he’d been hired. Though Julie was born a rich Earther, she joined the OPA in defiance of her father, slippery Protogen chief Jules-Pierre Mao (François Chau), and worked to expose his company’s plans for the protomolecule. While tracing her last known movements around the Belt, Miller—a hard-drinking, cynical loner—unexpectedly falls in love with her. Though she succumbs to the alien pathogen before they ever get to meet in person, he’s able to connect with her consciousness through the protomolecule (like we said, its capabilities extend way beyond the realm of human comprehension), and convinces her to steer Eros into Venus instead of its original target, Earth—thereby saving billions from annihilation. A sanitized version of their love story turns them into folk heroes around the Belt, though the loss of his daughter does nothing to change Jules-Pierre’s diabolical scheme.

The Rocinante crew Originally thrown together as co-workers on the doomed ice hauler Canterbury, Captain James Holden (Steven Strait), pilot Alex Kamal (Cas Anvar), engineer Naomi Nagata (Dominique Tipper), and mechanic Amos Burton (Wes Chatham) bond after surviving the one-two destruction of the Cant and then the Donnager, the Martian ship they encountered immediately after. After barely escaping both disasters—both caused, it’s later learned, by Protogen-affiliated stealth ships—in a Martian warship (later rechristened the Rocinante), and unwittingly finding themselves at the center of an interplanetary powder keg, they accept help from Fred Johnson (Chad L. Coleman), the head of the OPA-controlled Tycho Station. Though they’re a mixed group of Earthers, Martians, and Belters, and they butt heads a lot, they’re ultimately more loyal to each other than to any particular political faction. Each Roci crew member has their flaws, some more serious than others, but by the end of season two they’ve sort of all come around to Naomi’s declaration that “We have to do good where we can, when we can.” If that means breaking some laws here and there, well then so be it.

As luck (or not) would have it, they were among the first people outside of Jules-Pierre Mao’s organization to know about the protomolecule, having encountered it while searching the ship that helped get Julie Mao to Eros. That links them to Miller, who becomes a contentious member of their team for several episodes—and since the show’s overarching story is focused on the protomolecule, it makes them key players in The Expanse’s ongoing intrigue.

The botanist The newest arrival on the Rocinante is Prax Meng (Terry Chen), a mild-mannered botanist and single dad whose low-key life on agricultural outpost Ganymede was completely shattered when a battle between Earth and Mars devastated the station. He links up with the Roci crew after realizing he knows a doctor who’s got ties to Protogen’s black-ops division; he agrees to help them track the man down while he looks for his missing daughter. But while he’s searching for the girl, he realizes she’s been kidnapped into the human-protomolecule hybrid project. His quest to rescue her before she’s transformed into a terrifying supersoldier will no doubt be a big part of season three.

The diplomats United Nations assistant undersecretary Chrisjen Avasarala (Shohreh Aghdashloo) is as delightfully foul-mouthed as she is fabulously dressed. A master manipulator, she’s also the queen of the withering put-down, and she’s spent her entire career advocating on behalf of her beloved Earth. But as whip-smart as Chrisjen is, she underestimated the evil cunning of her boss at the UN, Sadavir Errinwright (Shawn Doyle), who was secretly working with Jules-Pierre Mao behind her back. After coming clean to Chrisjen about his misdeeds, and seemingly agreeing to fall on the sword for the Eros near-disaster, Errinwright murders his Martian counterpart (making it look like a heart attack), wrests control of the protomolecule project from Mao, and puts Chrisjen in his crosshairs. As season three will no doubt demonstrate, the time for polite meetings is way past over for these two former colleagues.

The Martian When we first meet Bobbie Draper (Frankie Adams) at the start of season two, she’s a tough, impulsive, totally gung-ho Martian marine, eager to put her training to use and put the smackdown on Earth. But she grows disillusioned after the Ganymede attack when she—the only surviving eyewitness—is forced by her superiors to lie about what happened, including, ahem, that part about the protomolecule-human hybrid she glimpsed ripping people apart on the battlefield. With nothing left for her on Mars, she defects to Earth and becomes part of Chrisjen’s posse, saving her neck when an outer-space meeting with Jules-Pierre Mao goes sideways after Errinwright’s betrayal.

The OPA leaders Fred Johnson (Chad L. Coleman) and Anderson Dawes (Jared Harris) are both OPA bigwigs, so they both believe above all else that the Belt comes first. But they’re pretty much unalike in every other way. Johnson was born on Earth and was a colonel in the United Nations Marine Corps (Earth’s military), but became a scapegoat (and then a pariah) after Earth wiped out a mining colony of rebellious Belters on his watch. Dawes, a born and raised Belter, recruited Johnson into the OPA, where the latter eventually rose through the ranks to control Tycho Station. Their relationship has grown unsteady over the years, thanks to Dawes’ increasingly radical tactics, which bump up against Johnson’s goal that the OPA should be given a seat at the diplomatic table on equal footing with Earth and Mars. But everything between them fractures forever over (what else?) the protomolecule, after Dawes kidnaps a Protogen scientist from Tycho Station, intending to use the man’s knowledge to bring the weapon to the Belt. Little does he know that Johnson has his own protomolecule stash, thanks to Roci engineer Naomi—a Belter who figured that if Earth and Mars both had their hands on it, the Belt should have it, too. Will the protomolecule inspire the two men to work together, and maybe even unite all of the various Belt factions into a united cause? Maybe??

Who (and what) will be new

So far, two new characters are known to be joining the main cast: Rev. Dr. Anna Volovodov (Elizabeth Mitchell) and Klaes Ashford (David Strathairn). In the books—with a storyline that will inevitably be somewhat altered to fit the TV show—Anna is an Earth-born Methodist minister living in a small colony on Europa who’s drawn into the investigation of “the Ring,” the alien gateway that forms as a result of the protomolecule’s activities on Venus. The Ring will likely be a huge part of season three, and (in the books, anyway) Ashford is also a key player in the storyline; he’s the Belter captain of the Behemoth—a battleship constructed by the OPA from the Mormon colony ship Nauvoo, which was commandeered by Fred Johnson in season two as part of the plan to destroy Eros. Beyond reading the novel series, however, the best glimpse of season three comes from the full-length trailer (as well as this very fun Syfy promo video), which suggests that Bobbie and Chrisjen will have some more buddy-team adventures (yes!), the Roci crew will butt heads (of course), Chrisjen will finally meet James Holden face to face, Prax’s daughter still appears to be 100 percent human, the protomolecule is still out there doing terrible things, and Chrisjen will reclaim her authority eventually, delivering a speech that promises—perhaps after the discovery of the alien stargate?—that “we will face the unknown together.”

Why you should watch

We’ve drooled over the characters and story above, but it’s still worth emphasizing yet again how nuanced and layered the writing on The Expanse really is. There’s also a ton of sly humor—mostly due to Chrisjen’s colorful way with language, as well as the excellent chemistry between the Roci mates—and genuinely emotional moments that the show really spends its time building toward, so that the eventual payoff is always earned. Plus, the show is great-looking and technically outstanding—its thrilling special effects (so many awesome, perilous space battles!) and perfectly-calibrated production design (from the sleek interior of the Roci, to Chrisjen’s impeccable accessories, to the eerie blue of the protomolecule) make The Expanse one of the most dazzling examples of scifi worldbuilding that television has ever seen. And, it goes without saying, it’s entertaining as hell. Get yourself some lasagne—the Roci crew meal of choice—and dig in, kopeng!

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Protecting You

Warnings: Angst, character deaths, some violence.

Words: 1787

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

A/N: This is the sequel to Don’t Ever Ask Me That. I do apologize for it being angsty as hell but it does follow canon. So I do apologize in advance for ripping hearts out. Enjoy guys. I might write a sequel to this guys, but I’m not sure... it depends on the well likeness of this one.

You hadn’t expected that there was another world on the other side of the rift that the child that Kelly was carrying inside of her would lead to a world where you didn’t exist… well your entire family. The apocalypse was real on that side of the rift and it scared you and that needed to be closed.

Castiel looked at you and your brothers. He saw the paleness in your faces. “Are you alright?”

“No, Cas. Pretty far from alright. I mean, we've got Lucifer on this side, we've got Mad Max World on that side. I mean, yeah, we've been down before, but this? I-I mean, I don't even know where to start.”

Crowley suddenly appeared in the yard next to them.

“Oh, come on!” Dean said throwing a hissy fit seeing Crowley there.

You shook your head as you crossed your arms.

“Hello, boys and kitten. Again.”

“Wait a second, how the hell did you –” Sam began.

“Did you really think that the knife was going to hold him there for long?” You questioned as you let out a soft sigh. You thought that your brothers were smarter than this. You knew that the king of  Hell would have figured out a way to get out of the situation that he was in.

Crowley held up his bloody bandaged hand, revealing that you were telling the truth. “I improvised. Lucky I did. Turns out I'm the answer to all your problems.”

“Told you.” You said shaking your head.

~~~~~~

Dean readied their weapons and handed Sam his gun. “You ready?”

“Nope. When has that ever stopped us?” Sam questioned as he looked at his brother. He then looked at you.

“Yeah. You know, Cas has faith in this kid.”

“Mm.”

“I hope he's right. But me? I have faith in us. You, me, Mom, Cas, Y/N. And Crowley. Sometimes.”

“Mm.”

“This is gonna work. It has to.”

You looked at Dean as you got your gun ready. “It’s going to Dean.” You said as you slipped your gun into the waistband of your jeans. “Our plans never have gone wrong yet… why wouldn’t they now?”

~~~~~~~~~

You stood outside with your brothers in front of Lucifer. You held your breath in hopes that he wouldn’t sense that you were scared of him.

“Well... this is a fun surprise. I gotta hand it to you guys. You never give up, even when you should. Even when it would be so stupid not to.”

“Look, whatever you're planning on doing, Chuck...God will stop you, just like he did last time.” Sam said hoping that he was right.

“You're right. What should I do? Oh, God! Don't strike me dead! Come on, Sam. You sound like a virgin in Jesus camp. "We can't. God is watching." No. Chuck "walked." He's gone.” Lucifer said narrowing his eyes at Sam.

“So you're just gonna smash his toys?” You said crossing your arms looking at Lucifer.

“Exactly. 'Cause everytime I look at this sad trash fire of a world, you know what I keep thinking? I could do so much better.”

“So Apocalypse, take two. That's your plan?” Dean questioned hoping that wasn’t going to be the case because they could not deal with another apocalypse. Not this time around because the two of you had lost Sam the last time that had happened.

“When in doubt, go with the classics. That's what I always say. Well, boys and girl,  enough with the foreplay. Let's do this.”

“See you on the other side, boys and sis.”

Cas charged at Lucifer with his angel blade, but Lucifer batted him aside with ease and  Cas doesn't get up.

“Well, that worked.” Lucifer said rolling his shoulders before looking back at the three of you.

You, Sam and Dean look at Cas, then each other, then take off running around toward the back of the house.

“Mature. Real mature! You guys? I really want to enjoy this. Really wanna savor just ripping you apart, gettin' all up in there, and gettin' all gooey. But, you know, little slugger's almost here and, uh... Well, I'm on the clock.”

You ran to the rift with your brothers and stood next to it. Dean reached out and the three of you disappeared through it.

Soon after Lucifer joined the three of you. “Mm. Nice.” Lucifer said looking around at the sight that was around him.

“You wanted the Apocalypse? You got it.” Sam said.

“Sammy. Hey.”

“Where's your big bro and your darling little sister?”

“Right here.” Dean pointed Bobby's angel killing gun at Lucifer.

“Ooh. Sweet toy.”

“Yeah, I got it off an old– new pal of mine. See, we have this bet, see if it works against an archangel. So... say hello to my little friend.” Dean opened fire on Lucifer.

Sam took off to join you. You had been busy working with Crowley behind a rock working on a spell.

Crowley looked at Sam. “Took you long enough.”

“Not now, Crowley. Come on.”

“Yeah, baby! Come on!” Dean yelled.

You rolled your eyes. “Sounds like he’s really enjoying himself there.”

“Only Dean would.” Sam said looking up at you.

“We do this ritual, we seal that rift, and we lock the Devil in this godforsaken place. That's the plan, remember? Two birds, one spell.” Crowley said looking at the two of you.

“Right, right. Just hurry.” Sam said looking at Crowley before peaking over the rock seeing Lucifer advancing on Dean and grabbing him and beating on him. Sam crouched back down.

“Uh, Dead Sea brine, uh, mercury, lamb's blood, holy oil. Here we go.” You said softly as you helped Crowley with the spell some more.

“That's the last of it. That's everything.” Sam said looking at Crowley.

“No, it's not.” Crowley said looking at the two of you.

“What?” The two of you said in surprise.

“If we wanna seal that rip, we need one more minor ingredient.”

“What?” Sam questioned wanting to know what the final ingredient was.

“A life.”

Crowley flung Lucifer away from Dean. “Surprise.”

“Crowley!” Lucifer yelled.

You and Sam rushed to your elder brother and helped him up and pulled him over to the rift.

“You sneaky little... So I guess I get to kill you twice, huh, Crowley?”

“I doubt it.”

“Oh, no, no. You had your chance. You could've put me back in the Cage, but... you had to make it personal, didn't you?”

Sam Dean, and you stop by the rift and watch Crowley and Lucifer with wide eyes. You were hoping that Crowley wasn’t going to do anything stupid. You were hoping that he was going to come back with you.

“You're right. It is personal. You humiliated me. I... I hate you. Deeply. Truly. I'm gonna enjoy wiping that smug, self-satisfied look off your face. Personally.”

“You mean...this one?” Lucifer said with a smile pointing at his face.

Crowley let his angel blade drop into his hand.

“Come on, Crowley. You know whatever you try, you're gonna lose.”

“You're right.” He turned his head to the three of you. “Bye, boys and kitten.” Crowley stabbed himself with his angel blade, and fell to the ground, dead.

The three of you watched stunned that Crowley gave his own life and then suddenly Cas barged through the rift and pushed past them.

“Cas?” You said in shock trying to move.

Dean grabbed you as well as Sam.

“No, come on. Come on!”

“Cas! Cas! Cas!” Dean yelled.

“No, no, no, no, no, no! We gotta go! We gotta go!” Sam yelled at the two of you.

Sam dragged the two of you through the portal back to your world.

~~~~~~~

The three of you got to your feet as you got to your feet. You looked at the rift with wide eyes as it slowly began to fade.

Cas came back through it.

“Cas.” Sam said with a breath of relief.  

Suddenly the rift flares behind him and an angel blade pierced his chest and a scream ripped from your throat.

“NO!” Dean yelled.

Cas fell to the ground revealing none other than Lucifer standing behind him with a bloody angel blade in his hands.

“That was fun. Seriously, guys, points for trying. Super impressed, but, uh... playtime's over.”

“Get away from them.” Mary said coming between her sons. You felt her brush past you lightly causing you to barely to look up.

“Mary, right? Yeah, I've heard about you.You, uh, are certainly living up to the hype. Look, seriously, I just wanted to say thank you for everything. I owe ya, kid.”

Mary took a step towards Lucifer.

“Mom, Mom, Mom.” Sam said trying his best to stop his mom from going toe to toe with Lucifer. He knew that there was no way that their mother was going to win against the cold hearted devil. It was already bad enough to see their little sister on the ground looking so broken.

“I love you.” Mary said looking at Sam.  She punched Lucifer in the face.

“Cute. Is that all you got, mama?”

Mary punched him again, and again, and he dropped the angel blade beside Cas's body. She continued punching him, each blow lighting up the red grace beneath his skin. She punched him back toward the rift, and as he's about to fall through, he grabs her arm and pulls her with him.

“Mom!” Dean yelled.

The rift flared bright and then was gone.

“Mom, Mom! No!”

Dean looked from the vanished rift over to Cas to you who were next to him who were holding his hand. “No! No. No, no, no, no, no.”

Sam turned his head to see a glowing flickering light inside the house and glanced at Cas and you, and then  ran towards the house to check to see what was going on inside.

Dean slowly walked over to Cas’s body where you were and then dropped to his knees next to you. He looked at Cas and then to the sky then back to Cas then wrapped his arm around you pulling you towards him.

You let out a sob turning into your brother clutching onto his flannel tightly in your hands.

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. He knew that you weren’t taking it all that well knowing that Cas was killed all because he wanted to try and protect Lucifer’s kid. It wasn’t fair. You lost three people that day. You had lost Crowley, you lost Cas, and you lost Mary… and Mary was finally was starting to see you as a daughter. You were being accepted by her and that was something that Dean had wanted to see.

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Situations in s6 in which Dean prayed to Cas for help (and the two times that Sam tricked Cas into helping... these episodes are marked with *) (oh, and also that handful of times that Cas’s war spilled all over Sam and Dean in ways they never asked for, and he STILL refused to tell them what the heckeroo was going on anyway...these episodes are marked with **):

6.03: Three police officers are dead in what appear to be small-scale recreations of the Plagues of Egypt. Because of the “biblical” nature of these deaths, it’s logical that they would want to talk to someone who, you know, witnessed the original Plagues of Egypt for advice.

It’s noted that Cas hadn’t spoken to either Dean or Sam in over a year despite Sam having prayed repeatedly to Cas after he “mysteriously” returned from the Cage. It’s also noted that the entire case involved another angel trading Heaven’s weapons to people in exchange for their souls. Enter Balthazar, old friend and ally of Castiel, and his cache of stolen “nukes.” Also enter Raphael, general antagonist who is anti-human and pro-apocalypse. Both Balthazar and Cas flap off to points unknown without giving Sam and Dean any further info about what the heck is going on.

6.06: Sam and Dean believe that they may have stumbled across another of those Heavenly Weapons, Gabriel’s Horn of Truth, and Dean prays to Cas to let him know. It turns out it’s NOT Gabriel’s Horn, and Cas flaps off after a short conversation with Dean. Dean is upset because he’d apparently been praying to Cas for days, and Cas only bothered to show up when he thought Dean had one of the Heaven Weapons. As far as we know, Cas and Dean haven’t seen one another since 6.03. All Cas tells Dean is that “I'm at war. Certain... regrettable things are now required of me.” This is not new information for Dean, and leaves Dean feeling just as frustrated over wanting to HELP Cas with his problems. Cas tells Dean he’ll “make inquiries” about what might be wrong with Sam, but tells Dean he has no information for him now.

6.07: After Dean gets confirmation that something is seriously wrong with Sam from Veritas in 6.06 after spending six episodes growing ever more suspicious that Sam “popped outta hell wrong,” including Sam letting Dean be turned into a vampire so they’d have an “in” to kill the entire nest and hopefully capture the Alpha, he calls in Cas, desperate to get a concrete diagnosis and make sure that what came back from the cage was really Sam. Cas diagnoses Sam’s complete lack of a soul, and goes with the Winchesters to Samuel’s compound to see if Samuel (who was resurrected around the same time Sam was) suffered from a similar problem. Cas confirms Samuel still has a soul, and then flaps off without any further explanation of what the heck’s going on.

It’s noted that this is the episode where we learn what Samuel is up to with the Alphas, and that he’s working for Crowley to discover the location of Purgatory. Crowley implies that he can return Sam’s soul, but only in exchange for the Winchesters’ help in capturing the Alphas. With no other hope of retrieving Sam’s soul, they’re kinda screwed into working for Crowley.

*6.10: When Meg captures the Winchesters and demands information on Crowley’s location, Sam makes a deal with her. They’ll help her take Crowley down, in exchange for her help getting some information out of Crowley first. Sam wants Crowley to tell him how to get his soul back, and tells Dean they’ll just kill Meg and her goon demons when they’re through... but Sam, still completely soulless, knows they’ll need some help.

This time it’s SAM (without Dean’s knowledge) who “tricks” Cas into showing up (making him think they’ve run across another of those stolen Heaven Weapons from 6.03). He essentially DEMANDS that Cas help him, because Cas “owes” him, Sam threatens to “hunt you down and kill you” if Cas refuses to help him now. Sam then proceeds to lie to Dean about how he convinced Cas to stay and help, framing it as a gesture of friendship... >.>

Sam overhears Cas FINALLY giving Dean some actual information about the state of Sam’s missing soul, that just happens to sound pretty horrifying... and Sam decides he might not even want his soul back. The fact that Cas believes Sam’s soul is a lost cause, and that Sam’s soul eternally suffering in the cage with Lucifer is an acceptable fate, is frankly disturbing in itself.

Cas ends up banished and Samuel tries to feed Sam and Dean to ghouls, but they both escape/survive, rescue Meg, and capture Crowley. Crowley confirms he can’t return Sam’s soul and seems to back up Cas’s fears about doing so. Cas shows back up (nice timing) with what he claims are Crowley’s bones, which he supposedly burns. Cas agrees to dismantle Crowley’s collection of caged monsters.

(From what we learn later, that Cas DIDN’T torch Crowley’s bones, and that Cas was the one responsible for abandoning Sam’s soul to that eternal torture in the first place even if it had been entirely accidental, AND that Cas was in cahoots with Crowley and his plans for Purgatory all along... his horrific guilt over EVERYTHING that happened in 6.10 combined with the fact that he STILL didn’t confess any of it to Sam or Dean... and Cas is STILL desperately trying to fix ALL of this... he’s got to be feeling even more isolated and burdened and helpless to make any of it work out. And to think all of this is the result of him missing that first sign more than a year ago, that something was ~very wrong~ with Sam when he first brought him back from hell... Cas just needed a win... and he kept doubling down on every losing hand all season long)

*6.12: After Dean restores Sam’s soul, Cas swings by to examine him. He tells Dean that he’s not sure if Sam will ever wake up, because of the damage to his soul, then leaves again. Later, Sam prays to Cas and tricks him into giving him answers.

**6.15: After Balthazar shows up and throws Sam and Dean into an alternate reality without warning and against their will, Dean tries praying to Cas for help but it doesn’t work in that universe. They manage to find their own way back, when Cas shows up to make a threat display to Raphael, then boops Sam and Dean back to Bobby’s. After being used as bait and telling them he’d have done the same thing if Balthazar hadn’t, Cas reminds them that he must win against Raphael, and Dean shouts back that they KNOW that, but that’s ALL they know. Dean is tired of being yanked around by a situation he literally knows nothing about, and again Cas refuses to tell them anything more before he flounces yet again.

**6.17: The entire episode takes place in an altered timeline in which the Titanic never sank, and Atropos was trying to clean up the resulting mess by killing all the descendants of the survivors who never should’ve been born. They discover Balthazar was behind it (him again). They never once pray to Cas for help on this one. Sam and Dean are literally frozen in time in the background with a huge air conditioner thing about to land on them and crush them, as Cas, Balthazar, and Atropos work out their issues. They talk about how Cas is trying to “make power” for himself by creating souls to “power his war machine.” In the end when Cas “allows them” to remember the alternate timeline they experienced, he flat-out lies to them about why it had happened at all (nothing about souls or war machines, blaming the deaths on Fate), and blaming the entire alternate timeline on Balthazar for hating that Celine Dion song. Then he disappears before they can ask any more questions. (he was acting really shifty there too...)

6.18: Dean prays to Cas because they’ve finally found a weapon that can destroy Eve (aka the creature they believe is the season’s Big Bad), but the only way to GET the weapon is to travel back to 1861 when what was apparently the last living Phoenix was killed by Samuel Colt with his nifty magic gun. Cas’s lieutenant Rachel shows up instead and delivers this infamous line:

RACHEL I think you call him when you need something. We're fighting a war. SAM We get that. RACHEL Clearly you don't, or you wouldn't call him every time you stub your toe, you petty, entitled little pie-- CASTIEL Rachel. That's enough.

Out of context it really makes very little sense. We know Cas has barely been in contact with Sam and Dean all season long. Every time he’s seen them he’s been rushed to get back to his war. Yet Rachel seems to think he’s been flitting off to help them out constantly... hmmmm. I WONDER WHERE HE’S BEEN FLITTING OFF TO CONSTANTLY?! (I mean... he’s got this entire secret plan going with Crowley that he’s keeping from EVERYDAMNONE so maybe...) Cas cuts her off and dismisses her before she can say anything else, but she’s suspicious enough about Cas’s dismissal there that she does a little digging...

Cas sends Sam and Dean to the past and gives them a 24 hour window until he fetches them home. Meanwhile, Rachel’s digging has uncovered a TERRIBLE TRUTH about what Cas has been up to. THIS INFORMATION IS STILL BEING KEPT FROM US, THE AUDIENCE, BUT POST 6.20 WE NEED TO UNDERSTAND THAT RACHEL UNCOVERED CAS’S ENTIRE PLAN. And to understand that he hadn’t just been lying to the Winchesters, but even to his closest lieutenants, about the entire Purgatory plan, Crowley, everything.

He’d presumably been telling Rachel that he’d been “helping the Winchesters” while he’d been off working on the Crack Purgatory With Crowley plan. THAT’S WHERE HER BASELESS ACCUSATION AGAINST SAM AND DEAN CAME FROM.

RACHEL Castiel, I've been hearing things. Things I don't want to believe. Just tell me if it's true. CASTIEL If what's true? RACHEL You know. Your dirty little secret. CASTIEL I have to defeat Raphael. RACHEL Not this way, Castiel. CASTIEL Rachel. RACHEL We put our faith in you, and...look what you're turning into. CASTIEL I don't have a choice. RACHEL Then neither do I. (Rachel stabs Castiel with her blade)

Cas is forced to kill her, and then hides at Bobby’s. He’s too weak to bring Sam and Dean back, but Bobby offers the power of his own soul to give Cas the energy to save them. Just when they think they’ve failed, the package shows up from Samuel Colt with the bottle of phoenix ash, and suddenly they’re hopeful again that they can defeat Eve.

6.19: Cas, get outta my ass... (BOY OH BOY HE SHOWED UP FAST! I mean, like he was standing right there all along and just had to un-invisible himself or something... like we see him do in the very next episode.. so maybe he WAS watching over the Winchesters some of the time he’d been telling Rachel he was, but they certainly didn’t know about it.) Now that they have a weapon that can kill Eve, they need to know where she actually is. Cas can’t sense her because she’s blocked him, but he brings the vampire Lenore from 2.03, because she CAN sense Eve. She gives up the information and then begs them to kill her (Cas obliges, to everyone’s horror). He then boops everyone to Eve’s location and immediately realizes that she’s also blocking his powers, so regardless he’s stuck there until Eve is dealt with.

(pause for the horrifying interlude where Sam and Dean are so “desperate for a win” they fall into Eve’s trap with her “perfect monster” that even hunters (and even ANGELS can’t detect... and Cas horrifyingly torturing a guy for info on Eve’s location... and Cas put into a situations where he’s defaulting to torturing people-- bearing in mind he brought Dean in to torture Alistair in 4.16, Cas has fallen a looooong way since then-- will become relevant again in 6.22 so keep this in mind)

Eve reveals that Crowley is still alive (instigating everyone’s suspicions about Cas again, and if that means Cas has been lying to them), and we get confirmation at the end of the episode that Cas and Crowley are working together (and have been all along).

(AN: Looking at the season-long arc as if it were a cop drama, Eve getting taken down with three episodes left to go proves she was a red herring. Sam and Dean, up to this point, believed she was the Big Bad. But the audience should certainly know better by now...)

**6.20: *cries forever* All the betrayal comes into the light. Even Dean can’t defend Cas after this. Cas shows up unasked for in Dean’s car, tells him he has no idea how Crowley is still alive and that he has no idea where Crowley is currently. Then boops directly to Crowley’s lab... >.>

We see that Cas has been hanging around the Winchesters, invisible, ignoring their prayers, “But I didn't go to them...Because I knew they would have questions I couldn't answer...Because I was afraid.“ 

But then he’s compelled to reveal himself, in order to save Bobby, Sam, and Dean... after which Dean again comes to his defense. “Wonders never cease. They trusted me again. But it was just another lie.”

*6.21: Sam summons Balthazar to question him about Cas’s involvement with Crowley after demons kidnapped Lisa and Ben to keep Dean from interfering in Crowley’s plans. Cas had demanded that Crowley not hurt Sam and Dean, so instead Crowley went after people Dean cared about. Balthazar confronts Cas, tries to talk him out of his plans, and then agrees to play “double agent” for Sam and Dean.

Sam then prays to Cas on Dean’s behalf, because Dean’s going off the rails torturing demons for info on Lisa and Ben’s whereabouts. Crowley told Dean to stand down and not interfere with his plans, and Lisa and Ben would be fine. Dean refused. Cas makes the same deal with Dean, stand down and not interfere, and he’d retrieve Lisa and Ben when they’ve completed their plan. Of course Dean refuses, because that’s the same offer Crowley had made him.

“Dean, I do everything that you ask. I always come when you call. And I am your friend.“ Well, Cas, one outta three ain’t exactly great in Dean’s book here... He has NO IDEA the extent you’ve suffered in the name of your “friendship” with him over the last year and a half or so... Cas tried to give Dean peace when all Dean had ever fought for was freedom. Cas has done all of this just to keep Dean safe, and Dean never asked for ANY of it. And with the situations that Cas’s choices have brought down on all of them, Dean’s got no peace anyway. Ask him any day, and Dean will ALWAYS choose freedom. Which means not being lied to, not being betrayed, not having his choices taken away from him in the name of some false sense of peace (helloooo “paradise” parallel).

Balthazar agrees to take Sam and Dean to where Lisa and Ben are being held, and the rescue mission goes sideways when Lisa is possessed by a demon. Cas suspects where the Winchesters learned their location and confronts Balthazar. Rachel uncovered his true plan in 6.18, and Cas killed her for it. Balthazar discovered his true plan here, and Cas killed him for it. But he was unwilling to kill Sam and Dean. He’d done all of this to protect Dean in the first place, but the deeper he dug, the more danger he’d inadvertently heaped on them.

He offers Dean the only sort of “peace” he has left, wiping Lisa and Ben’s memories of Dean. THIS IS POSSIBLY THE WORST THING EVER. OMG. This is the lengths Cas was willing to go to in order to give Dean that peace...

**6.22: And the piece de resistance. The crowning moment of Cas’s utter downfall. He broke Sam’s wall in a last-ditch effort to MAKE Dean stand down and let him crack Purgatory. He helped Crowley torture Eleanor Visyak for the information on the ritual to break into Purgatory. He then breaks his deal with Crowley. Crowley returns having made a deal with Raphael, but it’s too late. Cas has already done the ritual, gained the power of the Purgatory souls, and explodes Raphael. Crowley flees. Dean begs Cas to put the souls back now that he’s defeated Raphael, and Cas refuses (because he’s really really not entirely himself with not only all the monster souls inside him, but the Leviathan as well...).

BONUS: *7.01: Even DEATH tells Cas he’s a walking time bomb, and that he MUST return the souls. HE LITERALLY MOVES THE DAMN MOON TO MAKE IT POSSIBLE. Cas rapidly loses control under the influence of all that power and FINALLY comes when Sam, EVEN SUFFERING WITH HIS BROKEN WALL, prays to Cas, “Hey, Castiel. Um... Maybe this is pointless. Look... I don't know if any part of you even cares, but, um, I still think you're one of us, deep down. I mean, way, way, way off the reservation, but... Look, we still have till dawn to stop this. Let us help. Please.”

SAM was the one, after EVERYTHING, who begged Cas to let them help him, and he finally did admit he needed help. In those few minutes between returning the souls and the Leviathan taking over, Cas’s only concern was admitting his guilt, admitting to Dean that he’d been wrong, and repeatedly assuring Dean that he would find some way to redeem himself. And then it’s too late...

Now that we’ve covered all the stubbed toes and papercuts that Cas was summoned to fix for no reason in s6, lets take a brief look at the sorts of things Sam and Dean dealt with on their own, without summoning an angelic assist:

6.01: After a year at Lisa’s, desperately trying to research a way to save Sam from Hell and trying to live up to Sam’s dying wish for him, a group of djinn shows up and targets Dean. He learns that Sam’s been alive for a year and neither Sam nor Bobby bothered to tell him.

6.02: Sam calls Dean for help while he’s working a shapeshifter case and finds himself saddled with a baby... who turns out to be a baby shapeshifter. When Daddy Shapeshifter comes knocking looking for his baby, and none of the standard weapons work on the Alpha, things go very very sideways very very fast. Still, they don’t call for Cas.

6.04: The monsters are all out of whack, but Bobby’s trying to reclaim his soul from the “loan” he’d made to Crowley in order to get Death’s location in order to stop the Apocalypse. Dean is equally concerned about what the heck’s wrong with Sam, but they help Bobby find Crowley’s bones and hold them for ransom until Crowley releases Bobby’s soul. Funny they didn’t even need an angelic assist on any of that...

6.05: DEAN IS LITERALLY TURNED INTO A VAMPIRE. Kinda a little bit worse than a paper cut. Didn’t bother to phone Cas up for a quick healing.

6.08: Pressed into Crowley’s employ, thinking Crowley’s still got Sam’s soul, they discover the packs of skinwalkers that have infiltrated towns across the country and are growing in numbers. They kill this town’s pack, but the threat that there are more hidden everywhere looms large. Apparently that’s not something they think Cas needs to help with.

6.09: Dean is literally abducted by fairies and taken to a faerie realm. When he escapes, they set a Red Cap after him, while Sam has to find the banishing spell to send the faeries all back to their realm before they can kill Dean. Even soulless, Sam pulls it off without having to call Cas for help.

6.11: Dean bargains with Death, desperate to retrieve Sam’s soul and tired of being at Crowley’s mercy and getting no help from Cas or anyone else on how to help Sam. He learns a bit about Cosmic Consequences, and Death gives him a vaguely unhelpful warning about the dangerous road Cas is going down and hints that it’s about the Souls. Meanwhile, Sam is desperate to keep his soul from being returned, and gets advice from Balthazar that leads him to attempt to kill Bobby. None of this is apparently alarming enough for anyone to consider giving Cas a quick lil shoutout.

6.13: Against everyone’s advice, Sam starts “scratching the wall,” and uncovering memories of his soulless year. We learn some of the horrifying things he did (Sam’s horrified, Dean’s horrified, we see Samuel was horrified, the audience was horrified by giant spider people...), and still they don’t need Cas for this one.

6.14: ehhhh, a simple salt and burn... kinda-sorta... even when everything goes sideways, Dean nearly gets run down by his own ghost-possessed sex doll car, and the haunted item in question is a woman’s transplanted kidney that her sister’s still using, they don’t think to call Cas to maybe help deal with the haunted kidney situation. In this case, it may actually have saved said woman’s life, but whatever. They couldn’t have known until it was too late anyway.

6.16: The monster situation is coming to a head, leaving a trail of victims so obvious that MULTIPLE hunters independently converge on Eve’s location, almost as if they’ve all been lured there like the “victims” in a certain Agatha Christie novel... ANYWAY, they find themselves trapped in a situation where it’s impossible to know who’s possessed by the monster worm, when calling Cas could’ve solved all their problems with a quick lil boop-n-smite, but no. They deal with Eve’s special monster spawn on their own, losing Samuel, Gwen, and Rufus along the way. *cue horrific guilt*

For anyone who is still somehow confused about season six, this is why our tongue-in-cheek tag for the season is “we don’t talk about season six.” Not because we shouldn’t talk about it, but because nothing was beautiful and everything hurt.

Cas proved to be the season’s true Big Bad. But it wasn’t because he set out on some evil plot to ruin everything. It all started for one simple reason: Dean had lost almost everything to give the entire world freedom, and Cas wanted to give him peace as well. That conversation at the end of 5.22, “Which would you rather have, peace or freedom?” Cas realized in that moment that in winning for Free Will and stopping the apocalypse, Dean would never have peace, and in trying to save the one tiny bit of peace Dean did have, he nearly destroyed the world again anyway...

Yes, Cas’s plan “worked.” Raphael died. The second apocalypse was averted. BUT AT WHAT COST?! *cue the Leviathan and a fate at least as devastating as the apocalypse* So no, it really wasn’t a win. Cas hasn’t won. He hadn’t been right. He’d ignored every warning sign begging him to turn back, begging him to stop (and not just from Dean-- from Balthazar, Rachel, Atropos, and even Death). All because he’d fallen so deep and painted himself into that corner, all because he didn’t go to Dean way back when on that day he watched him raking leaves. And then he was too afraid and too ashamed of everything he’d done along the way to turn back, to ask for Dean’s help, to even tell Dean what was really going on and just how bad the situation was.

Who knows if they could’ve found another way. Maybe there really wasn’t another way. But at that point it was moot. Dean (and Sam) had given him endless opportunities to help him, or even just to listen to what he was going through and offer their support, and at every turn he chose to lie to them, to betray their trust to ignore them when they called on him, and to hide from them. All in the name of doing everything to protect them both, to keep them safe. Which (by the time he broke Sam’s wall) had been narrowed down to protecting Dean alone... all the while Dean never wanted Cas to sacrifice himself that way. Dean never wanted to be “protected” from Cas’s difficulties. He would’ve eagerly helped Cas, the same way Cas had always helped HIM.

Maybe we really need to start talking more about season six. Though I’m fine if we can all collectively ignore the spiders, the haunted kidney, and the weird dog episode. Aside from those, there’s a hell of a lot of important stuff that seems to have been conveniently forgotten or ignored that lays the groundwork for every bit of Cas’s personal growth that happens after his return in 7.17.

[wereikonics]

Koo Junhoe: the Misunderstood  - An Appreciation Thread

@/bianxstan on Twitter -  7:40 PM - 22 Mar 2019

Koo Junhoe: the Misunderstood

An appreciation thread. As we learn about people, we create our own personal versions of them. And so, we can all have different versions of one person. This is Koo Junhoe as seen through my personal lenses.

Our initial versions of different people are defined by simple interactions and first impressions. In a multi-faceted industry that #iKON belong in, it's not often that people get pass this concept.

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When they started in this industry, people called him out for his rude, cold and straight face. His masculinity was intrusive and rough in the eyes of the media and of those who barely know him. People refuse to see the other side of that stone-cold face.

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At the time they debuted, he was just 18 years of age. No one stopped and bothered to ask what he was feeling at the time. Why was he making those faces? Why does he seem so rude?

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#June's piercing gaze is ice-cold. His masculine facial features are intimidating. His self-confidence tickles people's inferiority. Only a few of us are lucky enough to see through these. Despite his charming laugh & goofy antics, his physical aesthetics can work against him.

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Even some #iKONICs forget that before Chanwoo came in, #June was the REAL maknae of the group. He was never the aegyo type of dongsaeng. He's more like the sassy dongsaeng who annoys you a lot. He's rarely endearing. More than affection, his savage teasing is topnotch.

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Photo One is a series of Screenshots from iKON’s VLive:

Bobby: Hanbin, do you have a New Year’s resolution?

Hanbin: I want to be better looking

Junhoe: There are some things in life that don’t happen no matter how hard you try.

Photo Two is from iKON TV, Episode One 

Junhoe has been picked to be PD for the trailer for iKON TV. 

His response is to make a suffering face, with eyes closed and his mouth open showing all of his teeth as he mimics an almost crying expression. The caption reads: [IS THIS REALLY GOOD NEWS...?]

Photo Three is from iKON TV, Jinhwan Episode 

The members take an MBTI test. Yunhyeong is explaining his personality based on the MBTI test and starts tearing up while talking about how he feels about the members. Junhoe is seated next to Yunhyeong and bursts into wide-mouthed laughter as Yunhyeong tilts his head back and covers his eyes with his hand in an attempt to stop his tears. Jinhwan is looking at Yunhyeong and holding Yunhyeong’s right arm as it rests on the table.

Junhoe [LAUGHING OUT LOUD] Go on. Please go on. 

Photo Four is from Mix and Match. 

Junhoe: I can’t play with you guys because you guys suck too much.

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He's the type of maknae who acts strong but needs a lot of caring and assistance. He has a fear of heights. He fears the water - he was saved by Yunhyeong from drowning before. He can't ride fast rides. He has a lot of fears and gets easily scared.

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His exuberant personality, cheeky laugh & bizarre way of thinking makes him a natural comedian. He's straightforward w/ his unfiltered thoughts. He gets in trouble with his hyungs, more times than I can count, bec of his antics. #June is our very own manufacturer of #iKON memes.

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#June is a person whose striking features and quiet persona in a sea of strangers are mistaken as coldness. But this is the same person whose shyness lays hidden under the gist of loudness. This is the same person who's wary of affection but welcomes his members' affections.

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This is a guy whose room remains unclean with his floor housing piles of haphazardly thrown clothes. But he is also the same person whose most prized collections remains pristine on his shelf. He is the same person whose #iKON's team ring is always kept safe on his fingers.

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People have a certain perception of #June that he's the type of person who has very little care about the world and those around him. I don't think that's the case. June doesn't care about a lot of things. But if he cares, HE CARES. To me, he's the most sentimental in #iKON.

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Junhoe during Mix and Match : You can do this. You can. Didn’t you hit a higher note in “Mercy”? Come on. 

Junhoe on Win Who is Next?: One day I want us all to say “remember back then...” and smile

Junhoe on stage during Climax

Junhoe: I really didn’t think I would cry, but once the song started playing -

Junhoe: Thank you

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#June is the guy who seems to not care about the things going on around #iKON. He's also the same guy whose frankness is misconstrued. He asks questions no one dares to ask.

The photos are screenshots from Mix and Match

Jinhwan during Mix and Match: Honestly, Junhoe is blunt and masculine

Jinhwan is seated across from Bobby as Hanbin walks around the table during Mix and Match. Jinhwan is talking to Bobby and Hanbin “This could be a chance for him [Junhoe] to show his sensitive side?

Jinhwan: (Junhoe said) When the Hyungs come, tell them, and work it out with them.

Jinhwan is seated across from Bobby and Hanbin. Jinhwan: (Junhoe said) When Hyungs come, let’s try something.

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But he's not indifferent to the roles of the members in the team. He's the first to point out that Hanbin and Jinhwan have always thought about the team more than their own selves.

Photos are screenshots from iKON TV, when Junhoe and Jinhwan went on a day trip to drink in Busan.

Junhoe:

From how I see it, you and B.I are similar.

But you and B.I tend to think of the whole group,

so you guys get tired and stressed out. 

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He didn't know that the sun doesn't turn into the moon at night. He didn't know that you can't wash your phone w/ soap & water. He doesn't know a lot of things. But one thing he knows for certain ever since the beginning is that he belongs to the stage. He belongs to #iKON.

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Stills from Win: Who is Next?

Question: How is it after hearing this piece of news?

Question: How are you feeling right now?

(close up of Junhoe in practice room) We have to debut after three months.

(close up of Junhoe in private interview on Win: Who is Next?) Junhoe: It was my goal to hear, “Wow, you sing really well.”

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#June walked through his trainee life with bullheaded confidence and stubborn perseverance. This is the guy whose self-confidence have always been mistaken as arrogance. But only a few knows that this is the same guy who would seek Hanbin and his members out for validation.

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Stills from Mix and Match

the members give great compliments to JUNHOE, DONGHYUK, HONGSEOK

Well cone, you have done so well

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#Junhoe wasn't always so confident as everyone sees him today. There were times he would second guess himself. There were times he would seek affirmation from his hyungs.

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#June sends Hanbin his handwritten poems seemingly asking for approval. Why do I point this out? I want you to understand that despite his superficial self-confidence that he portrays on stage and online, June finds the need to validate something VERY PERSONAL to him.

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I want people to understand that once you get pass #Junhoe's exterior persona, you'll find someone who isn't completely sure of themselves. No one ever truly is but people forget that because it is easier to find faults in others than within ourselves.

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As someone who exudes a dominating persona, people forget that there are times he cowers from self-doubt. There are times when he flounders under the pressure of uncertainty.

Photo Caption: Screenshots from Mix and Match

Junhoe: I don’t know why do we have to go through this

I’m not giving up or anything

But I don’t know what to do

It’s just so scary

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This guy whose piercing gaze intimidates those around him is the same guy whose heart breaks upon the hardship of his members. This is the same guy whose eyes blur in tears under self-doubt & uncertainty. That guy w/ those piercing eyes is also the guy who cries for his members.

Photo Caption: Screenshots from Mix and Match

Junhoe: I feel really bad for Yunhyeong

I remembered the day he and I joined YG together

Leaving him and passing the match alone

was so hard.

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What people have always misunderstood about #iKON is that their confidence isn’t built upon shallow superior self-outlook. This confidence was built upon trust. Trust that the members would keep them in line. Trust that the members would tell them what they’re lacking.

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Trust that none of the members would leave any of them behind. Trust in that each member would hold their end of the bargain. Trust that onstage, it will be them, the SEVEN of them as #iKON.

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#June's confidence is a result of years of reformation. His confidence today is a product of years of kicking himself for mistakes made on/offstage and unending battles of proving his talent. He is who is today because he welcomed those criticisms and used it as his weapon.

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A lot of people tend to criticize his over-the-top adlibs and boldness during lives and how his spear-like self-confidence seems so out of control. #June doesn't do anything he's passionate about half-assed. There is no gray area. He loves what he loves and hates what he hates.

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#JUNE's personality is like a book. His cover forms a preconceived opinion about who he is. But his mind is that of endless imagination of child-like interests and innocence with streaks of profound emotions. His soul is that of a wandering mind just like you and I.

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#Junhoe's personality is much like water. No matter how many times I try to wrap my hands around him, he slips through my fingers. But one thing have always been clear to me. Each time he tries to escape my grasps, his imprints remain.

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He may not know a lot of things but he knows things that matter. He may not know the mistakes he'll make but he will know how to reflect on them. He may be stubborn but he knows how to listen.He knows that when the world turns their backs to him his members will be there for him.

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June is a man of many things. June is sassy. June is childish with his infectious cheeky smile and charming naivety. June is gullible. June and his two brain cells are enough to make us laugh

Image from  iKON MBC Every1 Video Star E115 !81016

#June is a man with a lot of tears. June is a man of many words. June is stubborn. June is frank. June is indifferent to things he doesn't care about. But June is also someone whose heart have always been bigger than we can all ever perceive.

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"Sometimes its okay not to be 'fighting' all the time and you can be worn out. You can be tired, but be happy." - #Junhoe

Link to  Koo JunHoe (JUNE) -'Maybe It's time (Bradley cooper)' COVER

*Cover can also be found at Junhoe’s Instagram on Instagram TV @/juneeeeeeya

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And there you have it. It's been a long time since the last time I've posted a thread. I hope you guys enjoy reading. Please credit where credit is due. Thank you.

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Any feedback will be greatly appreciated. What should I do next? What can I improve on? Thank you.

Please contact @/bianxstan on Twitter for comments and feedback. 

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My conversation with @hanbinsmuse made me realized that people may not have a full grasp of the intention of my thread. Here's a short summation of what I tried to do. Thank you to this very kind mutual of mine who allowed me to share this short snippet of our convo.

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@/hanbinsmuse:

I know right? i don’t know if i’ve already read too much of your threads but i can sense something while reading this one. hahaha yung parang super nakakafrustrate  na you wanted to say something pero words are not enough or ako lang yon? haha maybe factor din yung character limit

@/bianxstan 

super struggle! I had to edit it a lot of times because character count is so restrictive! But also it’s because I wanted to point out that Junhoe has always been someone who I find super closed up as a person. He only shows you what he wants to show you.

tbh, what we see from him in videos so far is just scratching the surface. He hasn’t allowed himself to be so exposed to the public.

And so I’ve always found that it’s very unfair for people to misjudge him like this. Because even I, a long time fan, hasn’t even been able to truly read him to the point that I have a good grasp of who he truly is.

so if you felt my frustration, I’ve done my job. haha!

[dracox-serdriel]

The Second Death - Chapter 7: Gaze

Title: The Second Death [AO3] [FF] [LJ] Chapter: Gaze Universes: Superdead (Supernatural/Walking Dead) Crossover Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel (Destiel), Carol Pelletier/Daryl Dixon (Caryl) Word count: 2,500 Spoilers: All episodes of Supernatural through 07x23. All episodes of Walking Dead through 06x16. Rating: NC-17/MA Timeline: Supernatural, after episode 07x23 and Walking Dead, after episode 06x09. Summary: When Dean and Castiel take down big daddy Leviathan Dick Roman, the blast catapults them into a special kind of hell, where the living must survive in in a post-apocalyptic world filled with the Walking Dead. Desperate to learn how long they've been gone and what happened in their absence, Dean and Cas search for any sign of what went wrong, which is difficult in a world where all infrastructure has failed and strangers can't be trusted. Together they search for Sam Winchester in the middle of an apocalypse that's managed overrun the planet, and they're more than a little surprised to run into a group of survivors that'd give most Hunters a run for their money.

Meanwhile, after Daryl's attempt to bring new people back to Alexandria backfires, he looks for any excuse to hit the road for a few days. Carol, unwilling to let him go on his own, demands to join him. A basic run turns into something else when they run into two strangers who have no trouble dispatching walkers and don't seem to operate under the new world order. In fact, they seem completely lost.

Read the Second Death on LJ, AO3, or from the beginning on Tumblr.

The Second Death Chapter 7: Gaze

Carol watched as Dean darted into the woods as if his life depended on it. Then Daryl swooped down and cursed as he grabbed a gun, before racing after him.

Damn idiots, both of them.

Knowing she had to follow, she wrenched the weapon from the dead man at her feet, but in so doing, she caught sight of the stranger's dull, vacant eyes.

And she froze.

Another one, she thought. What number is he? How many is that now? How many more will there be?

Yesterday it felt as if one conversation had dispelled the worst of it, but all that had actually done was lock it away for a little while longer.

"Think about who."

Daryl's voice rang in her head. She needed to remember who she'd saved. Everybody who'd gotten caught up at Terminus - Michonne, Carl, Rick, Daryl, Sasha, Glenn, Maggie, Bob - and before that, Judith, Tyreese, Mika, Lizzie...

But she hadn't really rescued them, had she? Mika and Lizzie didn't make it to Terminus. Bob and Tyreese didn't make it to Alexandria. She gave them a few more days or a few more weeks, but she'd lost them all the same. Who was she, anyway?

A woman who couldn't even save her own daughter.

A sob dragged her from her thoughts. She turned to the two survivors standing over their fallen traveling companion. The woman pushed a knife into his temple as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Carol gave them a quick once-over and decided that they must have a camp nearby. Neither had so much as a stitch out of place, and they carried almost nothing - there was only one pack for all three of them. Either they had planned a trip for one day, or they were morons.

She couldn't rule out the latter, not yet, and focusing on them made things easier. She'd lost enough, and she wasn't going to let a moment of self-recrimination interfere with protecting her people. She needed to know more about these people they'd just stuck their necks out for... and about the people they'd saved them from.

"I'm Carol," she said.

"Randy," the man replied.

"Barbara," the woman said automatically. "This is - was - Bobby, my brother."

"I'm sorry," Carol said in her most sympathetic voice. She waited for a moment before pointing to the other bodies. "You know who did this?"

"Negans," Randy replied. "That's what we call them. They collect people - communities - and exploit them."

"So you've met them before?" Carol asked.

"Not us," Barbara replied. "My brother had. He and a few others got away from them by putting a walker herd between them. They thought the herd wiped them out."

"Friend of mine had a run in with them," Carol said, carefully selecting her words. "But that was miles and miles from here."

"Yeah," Randy replied. "They're everywhere."

"What?" Barbara asked her companion. "What do you mean, everywhere?"

Her nagging doubts waned in the shadow of the argument unfolding before her. She honed in on their body language - the thousand ways they communicated without speaking - and absorbed every syllable.

She knew this was just one more stopgap, buying her a little more time before that dam finally broke, but she took it all the same.

Dean galloped haphazardly through the forest, knowing full well that he was running into a gunfight with a machete and three bullets to his name with no idea as to who, what, where, or how many.

It didn't really matter, did it? He'd been here - wherever the hell here was - for three days, and the only thing he learned about this place was that it had far too many douchebags and asshats.

He couldn't afford to lose the only family he knew he had left. If he lost Cas, who'd help him figure out what the hell happened? Who'd help him find Sammy and Kev? Who'd watch his back?

Something solid collided with his shoulder and sent him crashing sideways into a tree. He recovered immediately, training his gun on the assailant, his finger on the trigger and ready.

"You trying to die?" Daryl growled.

"What the hell?" Dean replied loudly. "Cas is out there in the crossfire - "

As if on cue, a gargling noise heralded the arrival of a trio of undead, one of which appeared from nowhere at Dean's elbow. He easily sidestepped its grasp, but when he shifted his weight to switch to his machete, his foot slipped against a root. And suddenly the ground was coming up to meet him as more zombies came out of the woodwork.

In one swift movement, Daryl jabbed a knife into the closest one's skull, kicking its rot body right into the two behind it, buying himself some time to take out two others that'd come up behind him.

Dean didn't waste any time getting to his feet, slashing haphazardly as he rose, maneuvering so he was back to back with Daryl.

Shit, shit, shit.

They were coming from all sides now, moaning and snarling as they limped closer, leaving them without no way out.

Dean swung the machete in an arch, taking out two undead bastards at once, biting back a scream inspired by a jarring pain in his elbow. He must've fallen on it, but he didn't have time to think too hard about an injury. He could take the pain.

He swung the blade back, hitting another across the face, taking its nose and one ear clean off, but it kept coming. He stabbed straight through its eye, putting it down, but when he pulled his weapon back, the body came with it. So he pulled a Daryl and kicked it off his machete, throwing it into several others.

Walker bowling. Strike!

That's when Dean noticed just how many there were, swarming in from behind every tree. He reminded himself that these were just things. They weren't smart. They didn't learn. As long as he had his blade in front of him, he'd be fine.

So he slashed and hacked mercilessly, dropping bodies left and right. He'd taken out a hell of a lot more of them before, but he'd done that because, well, because he could. He'd been buying Cas time, but his back hadn't been against a wall like this.

Come to think of it, he hadn't put them all down, had he? When they'd driven off, more were still coming.

His arm radiated pain, and now his head throbbed, too, with all the groaning closing in on him, occasionally punctuated by Daryl swearing. The thing that really got him, though, was the stench; it crawled up his nose, making his eyes water as he gagged, practically choking on it.

They'd only been at this for a few minutes, and he was already getting tired. How the hell did he land himself in this mess?

All at once, dozens of answers flooded his head, each one a scathing reprimand in his father's voice. He knew exactly how he'd gotten here: by fucking up, like he always did. If he'd taken two seconds to think, he wouldn't be surrounded by zombies with some hick he barely knew.

Dean focused on the rotting bodies coming at him, hoping to block out the endless insults churning in his head, knowing it wasn't going to happen.

Then, suddenly, everything went quiet.

No, not everything... the undead attack party was still groaning and hissing, Daryl kept on grunting and cursing under his breath, and Dean couldn't stop his inner self-loathing. Yet, he was certain a silence had fallen.

The gunfire.

Dean had raced toward it and kept it in partial focus as he fought - a reminder that he couldn't die now, not when his family needed him. No matter which way he slashed and stabbed, he'd check it against that gunfire so he'd know the way to Cas.

But now it was gone. Stopped. Silent.

"Fuck!" Dean shouted as he hacked through yet another walker, the exclamation oddly relieving. Each time he swung his machete, he punctuated it with another, "Fuck!"

Then the murmur of an engine started, growing closer by the second, accompanied by the occasional pop of a riffle.

Less than a minute later, a motorcycle roared into view. Carol held two guns aloft, taking out the undead with precision, always waiting for her shot before pulling the trigger. Dean recognized the driver as the woman from the previous clearing - he hadn't bothered asking her name.

The riders circled the area, putting down approaching zombies, leaving a sizeable portion for Dean and Daryl. It only took a few more minutes to clear the immediate area, providing them with a much-needed reprieve.

The bike stopped as close as it could, given the trees and the mounds of dead bodies piled everywhere, and Carol hopped off.

"Two weeks," the driver said. "Good luck."

Before Dean could ask what the hell she meant, the stranger kicked off and sped the way she came.

"Where's Castiel?" Carol asked.

"This way," Daryl grunted.

Dean wanted to point out that he was going the wrong way - the gunfire had been in a different direction - but Daryl was already winding through the trees like he was following a homing beacon, and Carol was on his heels.

Did this guy even know what he was doing?

Before that train of thought could come full circle, he heard the telltale groan of walkers on the approach. His injured arm throbbed. If he got stuck facing another crew of them alone, he'd be screwed.

No, he'd be eaten.

"Damn it!"

He followed them, hoping they knew where the hell they were going.

It sounded like walkers were coming from everywhere, but Daryl could tell they were a way's off yet. Maybe they'd get distracted by the motorcycle for a spell and give him, Carol, and Dean enough time to find Cas and double back to the cars.

He caught sight of another clearing up ahead - pretty large, possibly one that led out to the road - so he slowed, closing in by moving silently between points of cover, because this time, he was getting a damn good look before putting his ass on the line. He cast a glance back to check on Carol, who managed to keep Dean from running straight in. Daryl held up his hand, signaling them to hang back for now, and she nodded her head, yes.

Something had happened here, but hell if he knew what. He kept low as he ducked into the edge of the clearing, stepping over dismembered limbs and ducking entrails that were dangling from tree limbs. Seemed like some jackass used a bomb to take out a few walkers.

One of the bodies was a fresh kill, so Daryl jabbed his blade into the top of its head just as Carol and Dean joined him, not waiting for his damn signal. It pissed him off, but he couldn't really blame them, not with how this place looked.

"Cas!" Dean shouted. "Cas!"

How the hell had this guy survived so long? Sure as hell not from being smart.

Before Daryl had a chance to speak, a putrid smell caught his attention, ten times more powerful than a few walkers up wind. He instinctively followed the scent and spotted walkers on the far end of the clearing. Some were bloated, like they'd been in water, but the rest looked like recent kills, going by their clothing.

"Cas? Cas!"

"Cas ain't here," Daryl pointed out.

What the hell were they doing? Even with their new guns, they didn't have the ammo to deal with this new wave, let alone doubling back to the cars.

Why were they even looking for Cas out here? He'd been in a sniper's perch - no way he got way out here. Hell, they should've gone straight back to camp in case his cover fire attracted unfriendlies, not running around in the woods dodging walkers.

"We gotta move," Daryl said.

"Not without Cas," Dean replied.

"We'll cover more ground with the cars," Carol pointed out. "Maybe he - "

She stopped mid-sentence, so Daryl followed her line of sight to where walkers were piling into the clearing.

He'd seen plenty of messed up shit: hundreds of walkers melted into pavement, still biting and groaning; his undead brother eating some poor smuck; his best friend ripping open another man's throat with his teeth. Yet all that paled in comparison to what he was seeing now.

Someone was there, casually moving between walkers without garnering their interest. Whenever the person passed one, it fell, and from this distance, it seemed like the walkers were going down in waves.

The wind picked up, and his trench coat billowed. That's when Daryl saw that the man was flicking something - rocks from the look of it - at the walkers, landing the headshot every time, barely looking at the target.

It took him a full minute to recognize the person as Castiel. He was covered in guts and blood from head to foot. He had this look on his face - all determination and fury - and he radiated energy, like some kind of avenging angel or some shit.

Fuck that. There was no such thing as angels. Just broken assholes unwilling to become as ugly as the world.

Cas joined them without a word, leaving a small army of bodies in his wake.

"Dude, what the hell?" Dean asked.

"They irked me," Cas replied.

"Talk later," Carol said. "There's too many walkers to stay out in the open like this. Let's get back to the camp and regroup."

"No," Cas said. "I've found something. You all need to see it."

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Chapter notes: I hope you enjoyed this latest installment.

[shirtlesssammy]

The Raid: Because it’s always nice to watch Sam Winchester save the day Recap

Then:

See you next season in 5 seasons!

Now:

We pick up right where we left off last week. Mary tries to explain her partnership with the BMoL. Sam wants to know how long she’s been working with them. She admits that the Brits brought her the Ramiel case. Dean’s response: “Cas almost died.” A hunter did die. Mary feels awful and admits that she lives with Wally’s death all the time. Dean’s response: “Good”.

Three Days Later

Mary and Mr. Ketch arrive at the Death Star the BMoL compound Moonbase, dressed all in black, clearly just finishing a mission. Mr. Ketch is still all heart eyes over their latest toy, the AVD, which seems to turn a room into a disco, and sends all sane creatures running for their lives --monsters included.

Once inside Ketch passes his overnight bag and barks out orders to Serena, a scientist with three PhDs. A nice reminder for us to not humanize this particular dashing monster. Mary stares forlornly at her phone. Dean hasn’t answered any of her texts. Mary thinks back to the bunker fight, and we all grab a giant box of tissues. Dean is so angry, and hurt. He lashes out. He makes some good points, but to be fair, so does Mary.

Dean: How about for once, you just try to be a mom.

Mary: I am your mother, but I am not just a mom. And you are not a child.

Dean: I never was.

I’m telling you, a nice beach vacation at the beginning of this season would have done wonders. Too bad the people Mary is currently working with had to go and kidnap her youngest son. Once again, I’m loving the Mary trajectory, but boy does it suck. And Dean calling his mother “Mary”, ouch. It was expected, but it sounds so odd coming out of Dean’s mouth.

Mr. Ketch catches up with Mick. Taking out vamp nests is so routine and boring for our handsome psychopath. “Boring is good,” affirms Mick. Yeah, enjoy those words now Mick. Mick also wonders where they are on recruiting Sam and Dean. Mr. Ketch doesn’t understand the bother, but Mick informs him that the “old men want them on board.”

Back at the bunker, Dean caught a case. Or not really, but is still really upset about Mary, and needs to hit something. Poor, even-tempered, bury it all inside and don’t even show the audience your pain Sam asks if Dean wants to talk about it. I love how Dean says “No”, but then jumps right into talking about it. He’s not ready to listen to reason though, and the second Sam hints at compromise, he jumps up in need of drinks, plural. I see Dean’s A+ coping mechanisms are in full effect. He tells Sam that his middle shtick isn’t working. “For once, pick a side,” he grumps before storming off screen.

That argument pushes Sam to meet with Mary. Mary tries, again, to apologize and explain what a world without monsters would be like. She throws out the whole Stanford thing --which seems a little manipulative. Sam left that world, and it took a long time, but he’s reconciled himself to being a hunter. I can only imagine that Sam does, in the back of his mind, late at night, think of Jessica and the life they had--and the life they should have had, but it’s all too late. He knows that any settling down he’ll do, it’ll be with another hunter. Even if monsters or the supernatural are gone from this world, there will still be something else that needs saving. It’s who he is. 

For Science:

Sam gets a tour of BMoL HQ, and gives Mick the cold shoulder. Mick lets it slip that they have a plan to exterminate every last vampire in America. Go on, Sam’s listening.

Dean comes back to an empty bunker, when there’s a knock at the door. It’s Dean’s Mystery Date: Mr. Ketch!

Mr. Ketch brought Scotch. Go on, Dean’s listening. (Natasha: Oh, Dean. You hapless alcoholic. ...Or swayed by Ketch’s suave good looks? Dean knows to look past a pretty face, right?)

At the briefing, Sam meets all the Red Shirts power players for this regional set-up for the BMoL. He learns that they’ve wiped out every vampire in the midwest except for one little nest. They’re all holed up in a hotel in Wichita. The AVD is locked and loaded.

At the hotel, the remaining vamps console each other over their fallen brethren, when in walks the Alpha Vamp! Long time, no see!

At the bunker, Dean and Mr. Ketch enjoy a ridiculously erotic round of drinks. 

Long pauses, long sips, shared inclinations. “You’re a killer, Dean Winchester.” That’s the second time this season that someone’s called Dean that! He is not like Mr. Ketch! His hunter code is nuanced, and he cares too much about people to be reduced to a mere killer. Anyway, Mr. Ketch’s seduction of Dean ends with “vamps” and Dean is hooked.  

At the Moonbase Pierce fanboys all over Sam. (You’re Sam Winchester? Squeeee!) Mick saunters up to Sam and asks him what he thinks of their satellite operation. Sam's impressed by Serena and Alton but he warns Mick about Pierce who “calls himself the Hunter King of Baton Rouge.” Mick confesses that, other than Mary, their hunter recruits are less than impressive.

Dean and Ketch, meanwhile, pull up to the hotel the vamps are holed up in ready to kick some fanged ass. Ketch attractively prepares a seriously deadly looking gun and then sees Dean's mess of a trunk. He likes the old fashioned machete Dean pulls out and begs a blade of his own (Boris: Ketch is very impressed with Dean’s blade, you could say). He wants a challenge. Then those two stone cold foxes killers head in to storm the vamp hideout. The hotel is empty, though. Dun dun DUN.

^^ Wherein Dean challenges Cas’s crown as Eyeroll Champion of the US^^

Back at Moonbase, Mary tells Sam that she invited him there so he can understand why Mary is working with the far more sophisticated BMoL. (<--sick burn: ours)  “So it wasn't a sales pitch?” Sam asks. “Because it was a good one.” Ooooo, Sammy. They saunter past security camera footage displayed on a monitor, showing a guard on patrol. Cut to outside the bunker where our hapless guard hears twigs crackling from the underbrush. He goes to check it out when HISS SNARL vamp attack.

Ketch, meanwhile, has turned up exactly one vampire. He sets into questioning her, chortling at her distress. Ketch's mode of interrogation mostly involves punching and yelling, which means that Dean FOR ONCE gets to play good cop. He pulls Ketch off of the girl and hunkers down in front of her. Dean wants information too, but he won't promise her freedom in exchange for information. Instead, he'll “make it quick.” She breaks at this offer and tells them that the other vampires are hunting the hunters back at Moonbase.

Serena zeroes in on Moonbase's security feed and notices that the hapless guard has disappeared. As they watch, the dead guard is hoisted into view of the cameras and then the Morris vampires head for the touchpad entrance at the gate. They use the guard's hand to open the exterior gate. (Suggestion for next time: simply rip the hand off for easier portaging. Why haul around a whole dead body when you can just put the part you need in a pocket?) (This practical monster tip is brought to you by Natasha and probably psychopaths everywhere.)

Sam orders lockdown (because he’s Sam Fucking Winchester and he’ll give the fucking orders around here) and Mary gets on the horn to warn everyone (in this case, red shirted security guards) to fall back into the safety of the compound. The vamps find a door into the compound, killing one of the escaping guards. Fortunately, Mary and Sam bust in and lop off a vamp head, knocking out the other. Sam locks down the door again, then stops Mary from killing the last vamp. It's interrogation time!

On the security feed the vampires spread out to surround the building. The captured vampire laughs at their distress and tells them that his father, the Alpha Vampire, has come to save them all. Serena scoffs at this. The Alpha's in Morocco according to the Brit’s latest intel. Sam sets them straight, though, and tells the room that he last met the Alpha in North Dakota.

The vamp starts villain laughing at the room so Mary chops off his head (squicking out Serena and Alton). They've got a big fight on their hands and the Moonbase isn't built to withstand a long defense. Mary heaves a long suffering sigh and takes stock of their weaponry, both human and hardware. “Who here has killed...anything?” she asks. To her dismay, only Sam and (EXASPERATED SIGH) Pierce have any experience at all.

“We gotta arm up,” Sam declares. “Weapons on the table.” Everyone dumps everything they have – a few knives, some rope, and small weaponry. Mary sets her bloody machete on the table, like a badass (but a tidy one).

Bigger weapons are in the armory, including the AVD. Mary wants to go get it; they can set it off in the vents and take out some of the scattered vamps, bug bomb style. Sam despairingly asks if they have anything stronger, because the Alpha will likely barely be dented by the AVD. Mary throws Mick a significant look: GET THE COLT, she mentally orders. Mick hauls out an equipment case and opens it up for Sam. The look on Sam's face, guys...

Sam carefully picks up the Colt, huffing an astonished (and emotional) breath. “Where did you get this?” he asks Mick.

“I stole it,” confesses Mary. “From Ramiel.” (Mary haters out there, I'm just saying she could have lied and Mick would have made something up to back up her lie. So. At least she's laying all of her cards on the table.) Mick bemoans the fact that the Colt doesn't work. They don't have any bullets for it. At this Sam Fucking Winchester pulls up a notepad and American Men of Letters the crap out of the situation, writing down the ingredients for a spell to make more bullets. “Got the recipe from my buddy.”

“Bobby Singer?” Mary asks. (FUCK YEAH, BOBBY. We miss you! We keep sending you letters in Heaven. WHY WON’T YOU WRITE US BACK? #HeavenIsAPrison)

Sam tasks the nerdly folks in the main compound with creating bullets for the gun. Meanwhile, all three hunters head for the armory to get the AVD. In order to get to the fuse box armory they've got to unlock the velociraptor vampire proof doors first and head out into enemy territory. Sam opens the door and immediately velociraptors vampires try to storm the compound. Sam vows to hold off the velociraptors vampires and sends Mary and Pierce off in the other direction to get the weaponry.

Mary grabs the AVD from the armory. In the center of the compound, Mick performs the spell over the bullets when he's interrupted by Pierce pounding on the door. Alton lets him in and then just hangs out in the open door when Pierce rushes inside. “What happened?” Mick demands.

“My swift and inevitable betrayal happened,” Pierce replies. Alton gets speared in the back by the quickly revealed Alpha Vampire himself. Pierce smiles stoogily at the Brits. Serena, bless her somewhat badass heart, rushes the Alpha vamp and gets gobbled for her trouble. Mick snatches up his newly minted bullets for the Colt and hides them away as the Alpha grins at him.

Meanwhile, Sam Fucking Winchester has just finished beheading his eleventieth vamp in the cramped hallways of Moonbase. He heads to the armory.

Back in the central office we learn that Pierce, though a hunter, has been bought off by the Alpha. “Alimony's a bitch,” Pierce explains. (Pierce. You're a hunter. Aren't you practically indigent anyway? I can’t believe you’re still trying to make a life in the legal circles of society.)

“I'm old,” complains the Alpha. “I like living quietly.” The BMoL have been a real pain in his fangs. He knew what they were up to in England but didn't interfere because, well, “it's England.” Ooooo sick burn, Alpha! America is his home (starts humming America the Beautiful) and it's time for the BMoL to Get. Off. His. Lawn. LOL.

In the armory Sam finds Mary passed out on the floor. Pierce had bashed her in the head just after she retrieved the weapon and then stomped on the AVD, crushing the weapon. (Psssh, Natasha scoffs. Way to cheap out on the casing, Brits. I’ll “fix” that detail for you in the fanfic.) Sam and Mary head back to the main center.

The Alpha, meanwhile, makes a super appealing offer to Mick. He'll call the headquarters in England, concede defeat, and then be devoured on the live feed. I mean, who wouldn't be on board with that plan? As the Alpha is cheerily performing his evil villain monologue, Mary and Sam creep in, machetes at the ready. Mary knocks down Pierce and Sam pulls out the Colt and points it at the Alpha.

“There are five creatures on this Earth that gun cannot kill,” scoffs the Alpha, “and I'm one of them.” Sam calls him on his bluff; the Colt is the only thing holding the Alpha at bay. Mick reveals his new bespelled bullets to Mary and they sidle ever closer to the Colt, and Sam.

Sam lays his own offer on the table. His family kills vamps that get out of line and for now, the Alpha has permitted their spotty attacks. Sam tells the Alpha to let him and Mary go and things will go back to the way they should be: “hunters and vampires, cops and robbers, a fair fight.” The Alpha can take Mick as a tasty to-go snack. Mick lunges in anger at Sam and they share a scuffle. Meanwhile Mary takes a swing at the Alpha. Sam lifts the Colt back up to the Alpha who chortles that the gun isn't loaded.

“You sure?” asks Sam Fucking Winchester.

We flash back. Sam notices Mick's bullets and significant blinks are shared. When Mick attacked Sam he shoved a bullet in his palm, Mary distracts the Alpha, Sam loaded said bullet, and....cut back to present. The Alpha realizes he's been played in a split instant, just before Sam cocks the weapon for firing.

BANG!

The Alpha drops in a haze of electric Colt-induced lightning flares.

Later, Mick stares down at his bloodied compound, the bodies of Serena and Alton littering the floor. Mary interrupts his brooding to tell them it's clear outside; all remaining vampires are either dead or have run off.

Cut to the garage where Dean and Ketch have at last arrived. Mick accuses Ketch of abandoning his post. “I don't know how it is in your ivory tower but down here in the muck, people die,” Ketch bites out, attractively. Ketch claims that he was out making a play for Dean, doing some nice killer bonding time (comparing weapons wink wink nudge nudge say no more), and simply following the BMoL handbook in his pursuit of the Winchesters. It's not his fault that Mick's compound fell apart. Then he drops the mic and walks off.

Meanwhile, the Winchesters confront each other.

Dean: So. Went out, back later, huh?

Sam: Just getting a drink, huh?

Mary: So lying is a thing in this family? Thank god, I fit right in.

Sam expresses surprise that Dean would “drive like a bat outta hell” to try to save the Moonbase when he hates the BMoL and didn't know Sam was there. Mary and Dean share a significant look.

“It's not your job to make my lunch, kiss me goodnight.” Dean says to Mary, breaking my fucking heart. ”We're adults,” he says shortly, and he's going to have to accept that Mary is going to make her own choices. Most importantly, Dean calls her Mom again. They've reached a temporary peace. (Natasha: It hurts but I’m also happy for them. This show!)

Pierce gets marched double time through the garage by Ketch. Ketch states that he's going to dispose of the renegade hunter in an unpleasant fashion. All three Winchesters are on board with this. (Which...yikes, dudes. I didn’t think you were up for cold blooded revenge killing. Sigh. I guess we really are in the darkest timeline.)

Mick wanders up and Sam heads over to him. Mick thanks him for his work and confesses that he messed up, he swings into full apology mode when Sam just drops: “I'm in. Look. Tonight was bad. But the Alpha vampire is dead. You're changing the world and I wanna be a part of it.” As for Dean? “Give me some time,” says Sam.

Natasha: Man, the BMoL make a strong case. Mutters to self: Just remember what they would do to Garth. Just remember what they would do to Garth. (And probably Cas.)

Boris: It's clear Sam and Dean don't need the BMoL. It's an interesting, and more than likely ill-conceived, choice for Sam right now to side with them, but things are going to get pretty heavy with Lucifer and the nephilim. Only TFW has handled Lucifer and a nephilim before. The BMoL are the props for our heroes. Things are going to get twisty, and we're going to be thankful that Sam's on the inside to blow the organization up. I’m reminded of Toni’s murder board --the Brits have no clue what they’re getting themselves into. I also hope that Mary course-corrects soon. And echoing Natasha: If the BMoL want to rid the planet of all supernatural creatures, where does that leave Cas? Garth? Kate? (And all those monsters similar to the once-living ones, like Lenore, Benny, and Amy) 

“Quotes,” they said, attractively:

Yeah, Mary, it is.

We don't just charge in, all John Wayne, guns a'blazing.

Places to be, vampires to behead.

We should move fast to keep the rats from fleeing the ship.

[donaldresslerfanfic]

Paint.

Rating: M 

Warnings: Strong Language (little bit) 

Word Count: 2968 

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters. 

Chapter: Three.

Chapter Index

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Ressler.

“What’s the difference between those two though?” I said pointing at both samples of the color Maggie was choosing for her walls.

“This one is darker”

“Barely”

“Agree” she sighed and left the samples back at the desk of the reception “it has to be lighter though, the sun comes from the window right next to it and it has to look shinny. Like this”

She flipped through pages that to me, contained the same color, she pointed at one and looked at me.

“But I think it’s too light”

“You can take it white, and add this colorant” the men at the desk pulled some little pouches of paint from a cabinet behind him. “And add accordingly to your liking.”

“Mmm” she hummed and took the pouch, she gave me a glance and smirked “ok, I’ll take this one. Otherwise I’ll end with your patience”

Not to mention that my patience was already low, but not because of this. We’ve been digging on files, Reddington’s acquaintances we put away in a hole. No one was talking.

I cannot go back to the routine of following bank robbers or tear down a meth lab. But it’s exactly where I’m headed unless I get a lead this week, today.

I waited for Maggie to finish with her purchase and carried the cans of paint to the car, covering them with a tarp in case of an accident. We climbed back in my car, and as we drove back to her apartment, I could feel her eyes on me.

“What?” I gave her a quick glance, and returned my view to the road.

“You look mad. You got problems at the… Post office”

“Why do you say it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like it’s unlikely I work at a post office”

“Because I’m a good judge of character Donald, you don’t look like a person who sits behind a desk all day, even driving must be too much inactivity for you”

She was a really good judge of character

“And what do you think I do then?”

“I don’t know” I could see her shrug her shoulders from the corner of my eye. “Even your haircut is like super formal. Maybe you’re an equity trader”

“An equity trader?” I said with a chuckle

“Yeah, you know, those dudes are kinda out there. Besides, you know, the standard cop. But I think that’s too much for you”

“Why would that be too much?”

I parked the car,  she opened the door of the passenger while I pushed the button to open the trunk, then exited myself.

“There’s a lot of double crossing and bribes, dirty cops, corruption. I don’t think you could not do something about it if you were in the force. You look…by the rules” she air quoted as I lifted the cans, she closed the trunk and let me in.

“In that you’re right.” She pushed the button for the elevator, though she lives in the third floor, but I guess she was considering I was carrying the heavy stuff while she only had the bag with the colorants.

We entered the elevator, a few seconds later we were on her floor, walking down the hallway to her door.

“So I’m not right about you being a cop then?”

“I am not a cop Maggie, I work at a post office”

I tried to stop this little interrogation I was being submitted to. The longer I keep my job hidden, the more catastrophic this friendship would end, I knew that. But then again, I don’t go around identifying myself.

“I bet your dad was a cop” she slid the key in the door and opened it, letting me walk in first “welcome to my humble abode” she said closing the door behind her.

“It’s nice” I commented, looking around

“I still need a couch and the bed came this morning before you arrived. But the couch will have to wait for my next paycheck” she began to scramble in one of the boxes to find a stack of old newspaper.

I walked around to a little table filled with portraits, they all held the same three people, an older men, a girl older than the one I assumed was Maggie, and Maggie herself.

She was working behind me, putting the newspaper on the floor at the edge with the wall, then sliding down the paint can.

“You really don’t have to stay” she gave me a quick look before finding a pair of scissors and cutting the edge of the pouch.

“It’s no trouble” I said taking out the brushes and paint rollers from the bag.

She poured some colorant in the white paint, then began to move it with a little wooden stick, I don’t know where she got that from. But then again she’s an architect, maybe she has those for building models and such.

She dipped one of the brushes I handed her and gave the white wall a nice strike.

She then moved the curtain and inspected it in the light.

“I love it” she said with a smile, then glanced at me “last chance to back down Ressler” she warned.

“I’m not afraid to do a little bit of dirty work” I bent down and poured a bit of the mix into a paint tray and moved to the side

“Suit yourself, I’ll take the top”

Maggie moved a chair to the near wall and began painting.

“He’s my dad” she said after getting done with the line that connected with the roof “I saw you snooping on my photos. He’s my dad and my oldest sister. We’re from Rhode Island.”

“And where did you study?”

“MIT school of architecture and planning”

“Are you kidding me?” I stopped painting to look up at her, I had sat in front the wall to paint.

“Nope, my dad paid my tuition. It’s kind of a long story” she said with a sigh as she continued to paint.

“I think we’ll be here for a while”

I saw her give me a smile as she turned back to the wall

“OK. My mom passed, a few months after she gave birth to me, it was a fulminant cardiac arrest. After that every penny my dad made he saved to pay my sister and I’s college tuitions. She’s four years older than me and she didn’t wanted to study, she hadn’t found her calling and frankly who does at 17?. Anyway so he saved a few more years and was able to pay my education. I kind of had a moral debt to him, we always lived in the same house, used the same furniture, bedsheets, for almost 20 years so my sister and I could have an education. So I took the chance”

“And your dad?”

“Good old Christopher Waters… He got sick. Leukemia. And then, the traveling. We ha-”

She was interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing loudly from the table. I stood up and gave her an apologetic look as I walked to it.

“My bedroom is over there if you need some privacy” she pointed at the door on the right, I gave her a nod of thanks and walked to it, picking up the call and stopping the phone from ringing.

“Yeah” I closed the door of the bedroom “what do you have?”

“An address” Bobby said in my ear “does Belmont and the 20th ring any bells?”

I frowned and paced in the room

“That can’t be, we cleared that safe house months ago”

“Well, apparently it was sold, bought and went through some modifications. Some of Reddington’s ex associates talked and they said a lot of meetings were in that house. It’s been confirmed by three sources and a black car with no plate has been going around that area. This is a good lead Donnie, are you coming?”

I rubbed my eyes and sighed

“Get me a jacket, bulletproof vest and a warrant, I’ll be there as soon as I can”

I hung up the call and pushed the phone in my pocket. I opened the door again to find Maggie sitting in the chair she was once standing on, quietly brushing paint into the wall

“Something came up” I said, catching her attention.

She looked at me with a frown and left the brush in the tray on the floor.

“Everything OK?” She stood up and walked to me

“Yeah, it’s just an emergency. I’ll be back as soon as I can” she led me to the door.

“A work emergency?”

“Yeah” she opened the door with a little smirk “what?”

“I don’t believe for one fucking second you working in a post office Donald” she said looking at me in the eyes.

She had me, she knew I was lying to her, bluntly to her face. And she still maintained that winning grin, didn’t push for the truth. I bet she just wanted the satisfaction of saying ‘I knew it’ once I finally talked to her about my job at the bureau.

“I’ll come by with some Chinese at night”

“Absolutely not, you’ve done enough Don” she shook her head while I began to walk out.

“I’ll be here whether you like it or not” She gave me another smile and I began to walk down the hall, hearing the door click back into place.

The drive to Belmont could’ve been a quiet one, if it wasn’t because of all the thoughts running in my head.

I remember when I cleared that house almost a year ago, two down, one wounded we took into custody. It was being used to print money, and after interrogating the survivor we learned that Reddington had scaped us once again. I don’t know how he had the upper hand on us almost every time, but he did. And it was infuriating.

I arrived one block before the house, I fished my badge and bureau standard weapon from my glove compartment and hung both before exiting my car.

There was a road block up ahead, where I saw Jonica waiting for me.

I took the vest from on top of the police car as Bobby talked to me about what they had found out.

“No thermal readings, appears empty, but that doesn’t men we won’t find anything in it. If he’s done some modifications, we might need another warrants besides breaking and entering. You smell like paint”

“Because I was painting” I put on the blue jacket with the FBI logo on the back and looked up at the house. The whole block looked very very quiet. “OK let’s roll, I want eyes on every house, everything looks too quiet. One team gets the front, the other one the back, I want people on the cars and ready for persuit”

I threw my hand up in the air and circled it, signaling everyone to get moving.

I lead the team to take the front of the house, it was a two story very suburban-y home.

I kept my head low as I stood behind one of the members of the SWAT team, another one kicked the door open while pushing themselves into the house, I drew my gun as I stepped into the house quickly behind the SWAT team, hearing the team from the back door entering as well.

I kept my guard up until I began to hear ‘clear’ coming from every room in the house, I stepped into the kitchen to also find it empty.

“Clear” I said as I put my gun away in the holster in my waist.

The place had no furniture, and if I didn’t know better I would have cursed at Jonica for giving me wrong Intel. But the house was different. The layout of it.

“Not even a hair in this place to prove Reddington has been here.”

I walked to one of the walls and touched it, smoothing my hand down on it

“What are you thinking?”

“Modifications were made you said?”

“Yeah, that’s what the realtor told me” “Then we need a warrant to dismantle the whole house. This room is a lot smaller than what it used the be”

I walked to the room right next to it to find out it had a weird layout as well.

“I want the walls gone.“ 

“I’ll get the old blueprints of the house, if this was Reddington with the remodeling I don’t think he did it by the book, it was clandestine.”

I nodded and gave the room one more look before exiting the room.

“I have to get back to my superiors, and get this into a report. I’ll drop by when the walls are gone. I want full surveillance 24/7. We cannot leave this place unguarded”

I exited the house, watching the curious residents of the other houses peak out. I guess I’m back to doing interviews for the rest of the day. 

Maggie.

I gave the wall one more look as I relaxed in the chair, teal it was, and it was perfect. I couldn’t wait until the new couch arrived, hang some paintings. Maybe a few flowers near the windowsill to make it more vibrant and colorful.

I had sent a photo of how the wall looked finished to Gina, with the light of the sunset peaking through the window.

I had tomorrow to paint the little stretch of wall next to it, the one that had the window.

The phone vibrated on the table, I picked it up and slide to unlock, Gina had replied with another picture of a painting.

Little house warming present!

*I bet it’s going to look beautiful,, you didn’t have to.

What are you doing still up?

*Don is bringing take out.

It’s 10:30…

What she meant was that he wasn’t going to bring it, but Donald looked like a men of his word, and if he said he’s doing something you’re wrong to doubt him.

I let the phone on the table without replying to Gina and pushed my legs up on the edge of the chair, downing my forehead to my knees and massaging my neck.

I was in this position for a few minutes until the doorbell rang.

I stood up quickly and walked to the intercom, pushing the button to talk downstairs.

“What’s the password?”

“I work at a post office” Don answered back. I smiled ringing him in and then walking to the fridge to pull put some beers.

I opened the door when it knocked and let Don through.

“Chinese was closed by the time I finished, I got McDonalds instead.”

“I’m a vegetarian” I said, closing the door. Donald turned to me with a frown and I let out a laugh “I’m fucking with you. I haven’t had McDonalds in years though! Beer?” He let the bags down and accepted the beer I handed him, we both sat down, and I saw Don looking at the wall.

“It looks good even at night”

“It does” I nodded and took some French fries to my mouth.

After a few minutes of eating Don leaned back on the chair and took another gulp of beer.

“So he had leukemia” I looked at him “and then what?”

I sighed and leaned back as well, pulling my feet up on another chair and taking my beer

“They moved us all around the map. ‘The service is better in this state, there’s a new experimental drug they’re trying out at this other one’ and such. We had to sell the house after two months it was diagnosed to pay for either the hospital bills or our hotel, we never staid in a place for more than a month”

I took a big gulp and looked at the painted wall.

“So to you, painting a wall means that you’re here to stay. For more than a month” he said. I smiled a little and nodded at him. “And he died?”

“Yeah, six months ago. And don’t tell me that you’re sorry, really, I’m way pasty grieving point. My dad never wanted me to be dependent of him, even though I was his little girl, he didn’t shed a tear when I moved to go to college. He wanted me to walk my own path. My sister in the other hand came back to Rhode Island when he passed.”

“And why didn’t you go back?”

“I’ve been everywhere, LA, Miami, New York and Jersey, Boston, Mississippi, Houston. After you see all those wonderful big cities Rhode Island it’s just a town.”

I gave him a look to find him staring at me, arms folded on the table and listening attentively.

“You’re a warrior, Maggie”

I gave him a sweet smile and bowed my head

“Thank you Donald” I gave my beer one last gulp and left the empty bottle on the table.

We remained quiet for a while, it wasn’t the awkward quietness though, I knew he was thinking about what I said. By the time he stood up from the table it was past midnight.

“I have to go, I still have to work tomorrow” I walked him to the door again

“Man, those dudes at the post office are clingy, it seems like that thing doesn’t run without you” he gave me a little sideways smile and I opened the door, leaning on it as he walked through it to the hall “thank you for tonight Don”

He his his hands on his pockets and gave me a nod

“Goodnight Maggie”

“Drive safe Don”

He gave me another nod and began walking down the hall. I closed the door behind me and sighed. I’ll clean up tomorrow, for now my legs can’t keep me upright anymore.