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goodnightmemes · 2 years ago

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CARMILLA SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS (PART ONE)

Lines taken from episodes s01e01 - s01e19 of the web series Carmilla. Feel free to change as needed. Part two is here.

❛ Nothing, not even the homecoming goat sacrifice, disturbs the pursuit of knowledge. ❜

❛ I passed the test! 62%. Which is pretty cool. It’s like a gentlewoman’s C. ❜

❛ This is our college adventure, come on! ❜

❛ And how is the Jäger-bombinatrix doing this morning? ❜

❛ And really, why does anybody do anything? ❜

❛ I found it next to a pile of ick that started growing mushrooms the next day. ❜

❛ Don’t judge. My dad thought I’d use an iPhone to send high-resolution selfies to potential stalkers. ❜

❛ If an incident is in progress, please dial 4815 or activate the nearest blue tentacle phone. ❜

❛ To report an escaped entity or poltergeist activity, please press - ❜

❛ Fine. I’ve got three weeks of a journalism class and I’ve seen all of Veronica Mars. I’ll find her myself. ❜

❛ I don’t know, things just got so foggy after the alchemy guys released, you know, the fog. ❜

❛ I’m your new roommate, sweetheart. ❜

❛ Oh, this is not happening. You are not my new roommate! ❜

❛ Boom! Revenge is mine. ❜

❛ See? Blood.In the milk container. ❜

❛ This is like, a death threat, or a health code violation. ❜

❛ Well, there’s no denying it’s a little…odd. ❜

❛ How many people you know take Type O with their Chocoa Crunch? ❜

❛ Are you really gonna try and pretend this isn’t a total freak show? ❜

❛ Oh, see, surviving. Yes, I like that plan. ❜

❛ A lot of problems can be solved through good communication. ❜

❛ A lot of problems can also be solved by taking hair and blood samples to figure out exactly what kind of freaky it is you’re dealing with. ❜

❛ You filled a milk container with blood as a prank? ❜

❛ It was food coloring, and…and corn syrup. ❜

❛ That bunched-up little face you make when you’re angry is hilarious, buttercup. ❜

❛ I kept on having the same dream before. ❜

❛ And the darkness is in my eyes and in my throat and I can’t breathe, and … ❜

❛ I-I’m sorry, I can’t be here anymore. ❜

❛ I really hope that it passes over you and I hope it doesn’t touch your face. ❜

❛ Are you really so damaged that you’re incapable of caring about anything? ❜

❛ You’re a child. And you understand nothing. Not about life. Not about this place. ❜

❛ You know what? The sooner you stop playing Lois Lane, the better off you’ll be. ❜

❛ No, I’m not just gonna give up. ❜

❛ So, maybe that’s just how it is, but that does not mean that I have to accept it. I deserve better. [ name ] deserves better. Hell, even you deserve better. ❜

❛ It’s a town hall meeting! Remember your training, we’ve got five minutes! Run, run! ❜

❛ Sometimes a girl’s gotta manufacture her own excitement, you know? ❜

❛ We should be reinstating our night marches. ❜

❛ And then the Zetas piped in with this chant that pretty much sounded like “pizza or death”. ❜

❛ I think we’d make a pretty great team. ❜

❛ Yeah, a team. You and me, absolutely. ❜

❛ Hey, is that fish in your hair? ❜

❛ It is very, very nice of you large, large gentlemen to offer to keep me safe, but as you can see, I’m in my room. Snug as a bug in a rug. So, you’re good to go. ❜

❛ If I decide to go wandering down some dark alleyways late at night, you guys’ll be my first call. ❜

❛ Get the hell out of here before I feed you each other’s spleens. ❜

❛ Dude, she bit me! That is so not cool. ❜

❛ Guess that’s it for the truce, then. ❜

❛ We have been working nonstop and, not that we’re geniuses or anything, but I think we’re really close to a breakthrough. ❜

❛ I think my brain has melted. ❜

❛ Chocolate is comforting in the face of epic failure. ❜

❛ And what kind of thrilling adventure do we find ourselves on now? ❜

❛ This is so childish. You’d think we were still six. ❜

❛ Schadenfreude isn’t very attractive. ❜

❛ But I so had it coming, didn’t I? ❜

❛ God, this age doesn’t understand obligation. It’s like an undersea anchor; impossible to escape. ❜

❛ They’re the ones using dander collected at parties to seed an immense interconnected fungus throughout campus. ❜

❛ Apparently, it’s a communications experiment. Or, maybe a really complicated risotto recipe? I don’t know. ❜

❛ Sorry, I just forgot that I have to be anywhere but here. ❜

❛ Oh, no. You are entirely too sweet ❜

❛ But you’ve got to admit it looks pretty hinky. ❜

❛ Confronting her has historically been about as effective as using bug spray on Voldemort. ❜

❛ Oh, wow. That’s…why are you wearing warpaint? ❜

❛ Come on! Why are the hotties in this room always trying to hurt me?! ❜

❛ That is unfair, okay, cause I’m here out of the, like, bro-ness of my heart, alright? ❜

❛ So, has it even occurred to you that while you’re duking it out, nobody is actually out there protecting anybody at all?! ❜

❛ Ah, it’s mostly just paintballs and anchovies. I’ll talk them down. ❜

❛ It just seemed so real…like…that weird moment of clarity during magic hour or the moment right before a car crash. ❜

❛ I was in my room and there was something in my bed. Something under my bed. This dark, prowling thing without a face. ❜

❛ I tried to pull the blankets over my face to hide, but the darkness started seeping through them like blood, more and more, until I was drowning in it. ❜

❛ Well, dreams are supposed to be strange. Last night I dreamt I was trapped under a bed. ❜

❛ But, just a dream. No reason for all of this…twitchiness. ❜

❛ There is no twitching. There is an absence of twitching. ❜

❛ You know, if it’s really making you so miserable, I could get you something to help you sleep. ❜

❛ That’s uncharacteristically considerate of you. ❜

❛ Yeah, well, I just don’t want you losing it and torching all my stuff. ❜

❛ The results are starting to look profoundly WTF. ❜

❛ I know Silas has some quirks, but I’m pretty sure spontaneous combustion, super strength, and an all-protein diet weren’t options on my roommate form. ❜

❛ Your Snape/Ron fic’s still on the screen, spaz. ❜

❛ It’s a charm or whatever. To help with the bad dreams. ❜

❛ So, in the spirit of all this newfound closeness, maybe you could tell me where you go all night? ❜

❛ Mmm, well, I have to keep some of my secrets. Otherwise, I’ll lose my air of mystery, won’t I? ❜

❛ Oh, you know, I miss my dad, I have papers due. I’m about to be my roommate’s next victim. ❜

❛ Come on. Let’s get you changed into something with a little less whiff. ❜

❛ Everything in your fridge is made of glucose and palm oil. I’m surprised you don’t have scurvy. ❜

❛ As soon as we got there, everyone was leaving the building, and yes, as the sun went down, we started to hear something…skittering. ❜

❛ Before you realized the staircase wasn’t in the same place anymore? ❜

❛ Before we realized we might have gotten a little turned around. And that most of the computer monitors we could see were warning us to “Run. Run now”. And the skittering was getting closer. ❜

❛ We created a flamethrower using a lighter and some mace. ❜

❛ I get a text that says “Come quick. Stuck in Library. Bring fire extinguisher” ❜

❛ Okay, yes! It was stupid, and we’re lucky that you didn’t have to save our souls. ❜

❛ Well, yeah, but we know she’s a vampire. I mean, we’ve known that since the blood in the milk container, right? ❜

❛ You all knew I was living with a vampire and nobody said anything? ❜

❛ She’s not a vampire. There’s no such thing as vampires. She’s a…light-averse octogenarian with extreme hemoglobin deficiency and really good skin. ❜

❛ My roommate is an honest-to-Lestat vampire. How do we stop a vampire? ❜

❛ No! No! We can’t immolate everyone that [ name ] thinks is a supernatural creature. ❜

❛ Well, I have an idea but you are not gonna like it. ❜

❛ Okay, explain to me again how offering yourself as bait to your blood-sucking roommate is not the worst plan ever devised by womankind. ❜

❛ Well, the fact that a terrible plan is our only plan is not really a selling point. ❜

❛ You guys know that I can hear you, right? Maybe instead of peanut gallery-ing you can help me figure out how we trap a vampire? ❜

❛ How do we feel about bear spray? ❜

❛ What would Mina Harker do? …Get bitten. Mina Harker would totally try and act all alluring to the bloodsucking fiend and totally get bitten. Let’s not do that. ❜

❛ Looking at the stars. It’s comforting, to think how small we are in comparison. All the lives we’ve led, the people we’ve been, nothing to that light. ❜

❛ “Black as the pit and terrible as the night was Bagheera”? I always loved that. It’s beautiful. ❜

❛ Behold: Vampire bait! ❜

❛ Don’t you look like a virgin sacrifice? ❜

❛ Parties should be a shimmering moment of possibility, not a collection of brutes around a piece of flaming driftwood. ❜

❛ Feels like more than that. Like something seen underwater from a great distance. ❜

❛ God, I’m a nostalgic idiot tonight. ❜

❛ Maybe I don’t feel like sharing you right now. ❜

❛ God, what am I doing? Naive, provincial girl. Entirely too tightly wound. Such a cliché. I oughta know better. ❜

❛ I oughta know better. And yet…there’s something about you. ❜

❛ Also, I got my head smashed into a table, if anyone cares. ❜

❛ There is not allowed to be some new horrible thing! ❜

❛ You know, at times like these a dude needs to be with his bros. ❜

❛ Well, don’t look at me. I didn’t want to kidnap anyone to begin with! ❜

❛ Definitely not untying angry vampire. ❜

❛ You can’t just keep a hostage in your dorm room! ❜

❛ I”m sure there’s all sorts of things we could figure out through some minimally-invasive probing. ❜

❛ It’ll seem dire once they start your tribunal. ❜

❛ So the sooner you ‘fess us and tell us what’s going on, the better this is gonna go for you because we have got…a spatula, and a stapler, and we are not afraid to use them. ❜

❛ You cannot seriously think we’re dumb enough to believe you’re innocent just because you say so. ❜

❛ Look, if I were really a vampire, would I just stay here, tied up, proclaiming my innocence as some sort of trick? ❜

❛ Yeah. That’s completely exactly what a vampire would do. ❜

❛ Do I strike you as the type of person who plays well with others? ❜

❛ Uh, we’re rehearsing a skit. Uh, yeah, the torture scene from Arsenic and Old Lace. Mmm-hmm, yeah, there’s a torture scene. ❜

❛ I hear they have a great collection of straight-jackets and tranquilizers. ❜

❛ I swear, if one more of your broken-hearted study buddies comes knocking at the door, I’m gonna start spritzing them like cats. ❜

❛ No, no, no! Please don’t die, please don’t die, you stupid vampire! Here, look, I’ve got blood. ❜

❛ The experience of being held captive by a clutch of imbeciles for something I didn’t even have the pleasure of doing is humiliating enough without having you wipe me up like a dribbling child. ❜

❛ Wait, you thought that was me trying to eat you? ❜

❛ Oh…Oh! So, when you were hitting on me, you were really hitting on me? ❜

❛ Could you just stake me now? Cause I think that would be less mortifying than this conversation. ❜

❛ If you want us to trust you, you have gotta tell us your side of the story. ❜

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scentedflowersong · 2 years ago

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A Swen’s Guide to the Into the Story-Verse Alternate Realities

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s the Christmas Eve Eve and that means it’s time for the last entry of our guide where we explore the 6 alternative realities presented in the latest addition to the Swan-Mills Saga by the ever so marvellous @swanqueeneverafter

This time we’re gonna explore...

!!!SPOILER ALERT!!!

Code name: Zeta Reality

First appearance: chapter 40

Set: our world the duration of Pilot (s01e01) but as altered by Emma’s journey to the past in the Once & Future Queen

Fixed by: a true love’s kiss between Emma and Regina in chapter 47

Unfinished business: not finishing what they started way back when in chapter 1 of the Story of Us

Zeta Reality presents us with a Groundhog Day AU we (read: I) never knew I needed. And it actually might be my personal favourite alternate reality.

The storyline follows Regina, newly with all her memories, trapped in a Groundhog Day kind of situation where she has to relive the day she met Emma for the first time, only this time it’s more heartbreaking for her because the Emma arriving with Henry from Boston every evening is actually her time travelling wife who disappears after sharing a true love’s kiss with Regina.

Emma and Regina aren’t the only couple we’re all rooting for (pun intended) as Root and Shaw finally get together in this reality too.

So let’s look at Regina’s attempts at breaking the cycle.

Attempt No. 1

As with every endlessly repeating cycle, the first one or two repeats the protagonist doesn’t usually immediately assume that they’re stuck in a loop. The same naturally happens to Regina too, so the first repeat can be hardly even counted as an attempt at breaking the cycle.

Attempt No. 2

Regina goes to Sister Astrid/Nova/Root to ask for help, as she understands that Root has been helping her and Emma through the realities. Root also tells her that she has just the one day that keeps repeating itself to make Emma fall in love with her.

And so Regina and Root don’t waste any time and go to Boston, where Emma tries to steal a dress in a store and gets caught by Walsh. Fortunately, Regina shows up just in time to save the day, however, she lets herself slip when Emma asks her whether she’s married. Emma walks away and Regina, sad, returns home.

Attempt No. 3

Determined to redo her last attempt at wooing Emma, Regina (with Root) once again travels to Boston.

This time, Regina preventively knocks Walsh out and tries the “Indecent Proposal” approach, but when that does not work on Emma at all, she eventually opts for telling Emma how she sees her and that she reminds her of her best friend.

Attempt No. 4

Any further development in their romance is, however, prevented by Walsh who called for backup in the form of the police. Seeing Emma and Regina get arrested, Root and Shaw try to break them free - unsuccessfully.

This time, Regina approaches the issue at hand like the nerd she is - by gathering information. After all, it’s not an easy task to make someone fall in love with you in a day, even if the person IS your true love.

So, Regina asks Ingrid how to approach Emma in this phase of her life - her walls as high as they can be. Then she tells Rumple where he can find Neal AND Belle (kinda sweet of her).

The last person Regina asks for intel is Emma herself - only the “future” version of her, who shares a TLK with Regina every evening. “Future” Emma not only gives Regina advice but also takes her to the “past” Emma’s apartment where they... make most of the time they’ve got before Henry arrives. Then the whole family travels back to Storybrooke.

Attempt No. 5

Regina’s happy bubble about finally knowing how to approach Emma is burst by Rumple who warns her she’s running out of time and attempts.

In her last attempt, Regina changes the tactic and lets Emma come to her instead (well, as much as that counts when Regina needs to go to Boston ;)), and so Emma saves her from getting run over by a car, then being the knight in the shining armour even takes Regina to a doctor.

Regina then offers to make Emma believe in magic, and though sceptical, Emma agrees. Their first stop is a planetarium, where Emma starts having flashbacks of her other selves’ memories also finds the magic compass in her pocket, but decides it doesn’t mean anything.

Emma in turn takes Regina to a karaoke bar, where Regina’s singing triggers another wave of flashbacks leading to a fiery make-out session which is, however, broken by Emma running away, scared of what might be - the SPARKS, these two could start a fire everywhere BUT Emma’s walls are still much too high for Regina to take them down in just a couple of hours. So, Regina leaves, heartbroken but knowing she couldn’t do much more.

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Unexpectedly, to say the least, Emma comes home to Regina, having remembered everything thanks to a copy of the Storybook her future self left in her apartment, and the two of them fix the last reality in the most perfect way possible - by making love by the fireplace in Regina’s study.

Alright everyone, this has been so much fun! Hope you’ve all enjoyed Into the Story-Verse as much as we did, thank you once again to @swanqueeneverafter.

Happy Holidays! ❤

#sq #swanqueen #swan queen #swen #emma swan #regina mills #mrs&mrs swan-mills #into the story-verse #the swan mills saga

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capitanschampagne · 2 years ago

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dooma because I have severe anger issues I can't manage yet. I'm the obsessive lover™. he always has been so cool and when I was little i believed that expensive mental health clinic can fix me (SPOILER: it can't.)

dancing rasta (ladies and gentlemen will you please stand with every guitar string scar on my hand I'll take the magnetic force of this man to be my LOOOVEEEERRRRR) because when i first watched s01e01 I was like idk? six? I'll begged my mom to take me to the climbing wall because rasta was a mountain climber and it amazed me so much.

me 🫱🏼‍🫲🏾 dancing rasta

being a bad liar with a saviour complex.

i care about my friends but they don't really like me. it hurts but that's fine. I've got used to it, i promise.

(hes also a big part of my personality because when i was younger I desperately needed a father that's not emotionally 383737462717282 kilometers for me. yesh, maybe he's not real but he would hug me anytime I want to)

and skarra, my beloved. because I always act like a bitchy silly little moron but who cares? i don't.

Fuck your zodiac sign, what three Supa Strikas characters made up your personality?

Mine would be Dingaan, Ja Nein and Norh Shaw

I have no clue, how are they functioning together, but that combinations makes a hazard to society

#evie speaks 🥂#dancing rasta my beloved!#i need psychiatric help

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theboysfcrged · 2 years ago

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Amazon’s The Boys S01E01

A multi-billion dollar global industry supported by corporate lobbyists and politicians on both sides.

A world without crime, with liberty and justice for all, that’s within our reach, thanks to the 200-plu Superheroes in the Vought Family.

And look, I know that you’re powerful. I get it. Your powers are no joke.

And now I just feel sick. Partly because I did it, but… mostly because… …turns out I’m not who I thought I was.

And then you know what happens? All your dreams come true.

But if you knew half the shit they get up to… Ooh… Fuckin’ diabolical.

Can I… can I get a selfie?

Despite your best efforts, I’m actually still hungry. I’m actually more hungry now.

Do you think I'm a fucking idiot?

Fuck A-Train. Fuck A-Train. Fuck-fuck The Seven. Fuck all... Seven.

Goes to show you, doesn’t it? The bollocks people will believe if you get them scared enough.

Hi. I’d like to make an appointment for you to come over and… lay some cable.

I appreciate the apology. Accidents happen, right? After all, I mean, you were saving the world.

I appreciate you coming on the show, my man. I love you.

I bet growing up you had a poster of Homelander on your wall, huh?

I had a whole welcome speech planned.

I know, I know, it’s a tough swallow. But we both know that your city needs a hero.

I mean, why would you get into this business if not to save the world?

I really need to talk to you about something.

I was born Super-Abled. Uh, my mom was thrilled. She took me to all the little miss hero pageants, but I hated it. Ugh, I mean, I can still… smell the hairspray.

If you want to know the truth, I actually had a poster of you.

If you’re negative, negative things happen to you.

It happens a lot more than you think.

I’m gonna take that son of a bitch’s head clean off his body.

Just quit being a cunt. That’s what I’m saying.

Just think of all those kids. I mean, the kids. Those kids who look up to you, they’d just be shattered. I mean, th-that’s not what you really want, right?

Just ‘cause you fall on your ass doesn’t mean you have to stay there.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is without a doubt a good time to be in the Superhero business.

Like you’re starring in a porn version of The Matrix.

Movie tickets, merchandising, theme parks, video games.

Oh, honey. Who else would they be here for?

Or… you could take the blue pill. Or is it the red pill? Anyway, take the other pill and quit being a cunt.

Please. Invisible Force 1 was lame. I’m all about Rising Tide.

See, people love that cozy feeling that Supes give them. Some golden cunt to swoop out of the sky and save the day so you don’t got to do it yourself.

Since when did “hopeful” and “naive” become the same thing?

Supes are like cops. They can’t be charged for damages while they’re on the job.

Supes lose hundreds of people each year to collateral damage.

Take it easy. Settle down. We’re just, we’re just talking.

Thank you so much. As you know, a crimefighter's work is never done.

The branding opportunities are limitless.

They sell a billion dollars worth of that shit worldwide.

Th… I’ve… Hold on, can you just… can you repeat it again? Just a little bit slower? Because I…

Uh, but……at the Q and A, they always asked me what my wish was, and I always said, “to save the world.” And the judges just chuckled like it was cute. But it wasn’t a joke to me.

Uh, thank you for an extremely weird conversation, but, uh, I don’t want to go to a second location with you.

Um, that doesn’t mean what you think it means.

Until the Deep makes a shark bite Translucent’s dick off.

We're both in a shitload of trouble.

We're The Seven, Earth's most mighty, champions of the innocent, motherfucker!

Well, I don’t know, whatever dodgy shit he was up to that night.

Well, I-I felt like a fraud. Yeah. But the good news is, everybody feels that way.

Well, well, well, if it ain't the invisible cunt.

What was I supposed to do, kick his door down?

Would've taken me forever to work that one out. Good job.

Yeah, I mean, but I-I can...I can help with other stuff, you know?

Yeah, look, son, I, uh...I think it's best that I take it from here. You know what I mean?

Yeah, that’s why we love you.

You pussy, I followed you from the fucking Tower.

You should turn away from the camera, and you should close your eyes, or else I’ll blind you.

#MEME #RP MEME #SENTENCE MEME #THE BOYS RP MEME

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tv-moments · 5 months ago

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The Gentlemen

Season 1, “Refined Aggression”

Director: Guy Ritchie

DoP: Ed Wild

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pineysathome · 5 years ago

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Let's not talk about guns. Because if you do, technically, I have to write a police report, and technically, they have to file that with the FBI, and technically, you'll be on a watch list. But I support all of our amendments, especially your right to not be late for third period! Gentlemen...

Michael Burr (Matthew Broderick) Daybreak S01E01 (Josh vs The Apocalypse Part 1)

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editfandom · 8 months ago

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Susie Glass - The Gentlemen, S01E01

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ignitesparksforever · 7 years ago

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Pilot: Part Three (s01e01)

A/N: i hope you guys like it and tell me what you think of it.

Pairing: Eventually Dean X Reader

Word Count: 3,003

Preciously in Part Two

Episode 1: Pilot

“I am sorry for coming in late and for you to see all that. But I am here now everything is going to be okay, pumpkin. I promised your mother to keep you safe as long as I live. Don’t be afraid of me.”

You look at the glowing woman in white who kneed down to your level in your hiding spot behind the bush. She moves the wet hair strands away from your face and tugs it behind your ear that was covered with blood.

“Don’t be afraid. Nothing will happen to you as long you have faith.” She says in an angelic voice instantly making you relax.

“Who are you?”

“I am - .” Before the mysterious woman could finish her sentence, a loud piercing-death scream filled the air.

You gasp for air and jolt awake from the backseat. You were breathing heavily, trying to level your breathing. It felt like you were holding your breath for a long time period.

You glance over to see Sam giving you worried look. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I am fine. Just another weird dream. Nothing special.” You said once you caught your breath and combing your hair from your bed hair with your fingers.

“Are you sure?” Sam questioned not completely believing you since this isn’t your first time waking up like this with him in the room.

“Don’t worry about it. Samm-” You stopped once you heard Dean’s voice. “Oh look at that, the sleepy beauty decided to wake up.”

You rolled your eyes and look back at the Impala to him holding junk food, including your favorite. “Does anyone want breakfast?”

“No thanks.” Sam turns away to the cassette tape box, completely disinterested in eating junk food.

You put your hand out. “Hand it over what's rightfully mine.”

“Bossy.” Dean joked handing over your favorite chips and drink. You grab them settle them beside you before you stretch your muscles.

“So how’d you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit-card scams?” Sam asked as he looks through the box of cassette tapes Dean had in the front.

“Well, hunting ain’t exactly a pro-ball career, and besides, all we do is apply. It’s not our fault they send us the cards.” Dean confessed as if he wasn’t breaking the law.

“Yeah, and what names did you write on the application this time,” Sam questioned, throwing his feet back inside the Impala and slamming the door shut.

“Uh… Bert Aframian and his son, Hector, Scored two cards out of the deal.” Dean said while getting into the driver’s seat.

“Sounds about right.” Sam starts going through the cassette tapes. “I swear, man. You got to update your cassette tape collection.”

“Why?” You asked, beating Dean for saying it. You love those cassette tapes even though they are old fashion. It brings memorable moments within this precious Impala.

“Well, for one -- they’re cassette tapes, and two.” Sam starts naming the bands that are in the box, before finishing with. “It’s the greatest hits of mullet rock.”

You open your bag of chips and taking one into your mouth. “Hey, you gotta remember the house rules.” You reach over to the box filled with cassette tapes and grabbing the one that Dean would like to put on first, and taking it out of the case. Before handing it over to Dean, who looks at with approval and pops it into the car. You throw back the case in the box. “Sammy, the driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”

“Sammy is a chubby 12-year-old. It’s Sam, okay?” Sam remarked as Dean starts the engine.

“Well, you are our Sammy that’s never going to change.” You teased, throwing a chip into your mouth as Dean sneakingly grabs a chip from your bag. “Hey! Hands off!”

Dean reaches over and turns the volume on the radio up, drowning out the noises and pretending not to hear what his brother and you were saying. “Sorry, I can’t hear you. The music’s too loud.”

You playfully smack Dean over the head, before leaning back into your seat. You look over to the window to see the outside world moving.

You ponder to yourself, what you have just dreamt about. Was it a memory? You knew that your mind blocked your memories of that night.

Later in the day, Sam was making phone calls to different places around town. Once the sign for Jericho passed, Sam finally gets off the phone.

“Alright, so there’s no one matching Dad at the hospital or the morgue. So that’s something, I guess.”

You covered yourself with Dean’s jacket finding it on the backseat floor. It must have fallen once you upspring awake earlier today. He must have cover you when you were particularly knocked out in the backseat.

“Check it out.” You look up to see a bridge up ahead where the police are frantically looking around, trying to figure something out. Dean stops the impala far enough from the crime scene. It seems like another death has happened by seeing police cars and yellow tape marking it off the crime scene.

“Do you still have my badge from last time?” You asked Dean, once he reaches over to the glove compartment pulling out a wooden box.

“Yeah, I should have it,” Dean mumbled under his breath, looking through the several badges that box contains. He pulls out three of them, before closing the lid of the wooden box.

“Let’s go.” Dean gets out of the car as Sam and you follow him out of the Impala.

Dean gives the two of you badges. As you walk beside the brothers heading towards the crime scene. You open the leather pouch to see your fake official badge. Besides the badge shows your fake name, Federal Marshall along your picture placed in there.

You close the leather pouch and reverting your eyes to the car in front of you, where two police officers were expecting the abandoned car. There isn’t anything suspicious because there wasn’t any blood or prints left behind that be to indicate if it was a murder or kidnapping from what you can see and gather from eavesdropping on their conversation.

“No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints -- spotless. It’s almost too clean.”

“So this kid Troy-- He’s dating your daughter, isn’t he?”

“Yeah.”

“How’s Amy doing?”

“She’s been putting up missing posters downtown.”

The two police officers were interacting with each other to only get interrupted by Dean when he starts walking towards the men. “Didn’t this kind of thing happen last month.”

You hold the urge to hold your eyes at his behavior and hear the officer ask Dean. “And who are you?”

The officer was looking at all three of you suspiciously. You answered the officer as lifted your fake badge and quickly putting it away before they could notice its a fake one.

“Federal Marshals.” You smiled politely noticing the officer taking note of the ring on your ring finger.

“You three, a little young to be Marshals, Aren’t you?” The officer wondered, looking at you and Dean in disbelief.

Dean chuckles completely ignoring the speculation. “Thanks. That’s awfully kind of you.” You kept your smile, before approaching the car and walk around to look inside the vehicle.

“You did have another one just like this, correct?” You asked for clarification, to only get information from the officer. “Yeah, That’s right about a mile up the road. There have been others before that. “

“So the victim, you knew him?” Sam instantly jumps into the conversation.

“A town like this, everyone knows everybody.” The police officer confesses.

“Any connections between the victims, besides that they’re all men,” Dean asked as he begins inspecting the car himself.

“No. Not so far as we can tell.” The officer guessed.

“So what’s the theory,” Sam asked, walking towards the car.

“Honestly, we don’t know, serial murderer, kidnapping ring.” The officer guesses on different theories what could have happened.

You hum in acknowledgment. Before you and Sam could do anything with Dean being his sarcastic self for dropping a rude comment. “Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work. I’d expect out of you guys.”

You look over to see Sam stomps on his foot for that rude comment made towards the police officer.

“Excuse my partner. Thank you for your time.” You faked a smile and apologizing for Dean behavior. “Have a nice evening, gentlemen.”

You start walking beside the brothers and still feeling the police officer looking at us completely confused. Once he was far enough, Dean slaps Sam upside the head. “Ow! What was that for?”

“Why do you have to step on my foot?” Dean hissed, as Sam retorts. “Why do you have to talk to police like that?”

“Come on. They don’t really know what’s going on. We’re all alone on this. If we’re gonna find Dad, we’ve got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves.” Dean turns around stopping Sam and making you follow suit.

You look at the back of Dean to see other officers as well as two other men behind him in a white button up and black tie. Before You could warn the brother about them. The officer clears their throat to catch, the brothers to look over. “Can I help you three?”

“No, sir. We were just leaving.” You faked a smile as return the officer give you a blank stare. The man in white button shirts and ties walk beside us. You look at them to see the three large yellow words on their back, FBI as Dean greets the two men. “Agent Mulder, Agent Scully.”

You walk away from the officer as the boys followed behind as you all head back to the Impala. Once you guys are settled inside, you asked the brothers. “Couldn’t you guys hold the argument until we get into the car? Now we may seem suspicious to that man with the FBI agents.”

The brothers look at each other making you sigh in disbelief. Dean drives away from the crime scene and going into town.

“Anyways, we are looking for the girl by the name Amy. Troy’s girlfriend.” You said, remembering the two police officer talking about Amy, who is supposedly putting up missing posters of Troy.

~~❀~~

The three of you drive through downtown deciding it's best to search on foot instead of driving around isn’t taking you guys anywhere. You walk down the sidewalk with the brothers searching for this girl who would be mostly putting up posters. You look around to see the girl posting posters in front of this theater what it seems from the outside.

“I think that's her.” You guessed getting a yeah from both brothers. You three start to walk towards the girl feeling them a bit too close since it will probably seem intimidating for her. “Guys, we are not trying to scare the poor teenager. A little space, please?”

You heard them mutter a quick, “Sorry.”

You stop beside her with a smile, as she was hanging a missing poster of Troy. “Are you Amy? Troy told me about you. I’m his aunt (Y/N).” You introduced yourself with a soft tone.

“Yeah,” Amy said and looks over to see the brothers behind you. Dean jumps in to introduce himself and his brother before you could. “We are his uncles. I’m Dean and this is Sammy.”

She proceeds to give you guys a confused glance, “He never mentioned you to me.” She said, walks away from you guys as she continues hanging up missing posters.

You guys still followed her as Dean admits, “Well, that’s Troy, I guess. We’re not around much. We’re up in Modesto.”

You glance over to Dean confused at the random town he blurted out. Sam stands in, “So we’re looking for him too, and we’re kind of asking around.”

A girl comes and touches Amy’s arm. “Hey, are you okay?” She whispered to Amy looking at the three of you cautiously. You are presuming she is a friend.

“Yeah.” Amy nods her head, before returning her eye on you three.

“Do you mind if we ask you a couple questions?” You asked politely with a smile. The girls agreed and choose the place to talk.

~~❀~~

The girls decide to talk inside a small coffee shop which was just a few blocks away. Dean and Sam are seated on the right side of the booth as the other two girls eaten on the left. You stole a chair from an empty table and place it at the side of the table. You start to drink your coffee, listening carefully to the girls.

“I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said, he would call me right back,.... but he never did.“ Amy sighs as her friend places her hand on her shoulder in a way to comfort her. You could tell she is still shocked by the news of her boyfriend sudden disappearance.

“He didn’t say anything strange or out of the ordinary?” Sam asked Amy in a calm tone of voice to make her be comfortable about sharing whatever type of information she has.

“No, anything that I can remember.” Amy shakes her head.

“Here’s the deal, Ladies, the way Troy disappeared something's not right.---So if you’ve heard anything..” Dean lifts his hand in a suggestive gesture to spill what they know.

Amy looks over at her friend who has a worried look on her face.

“What is it?” You asked softly, placing the mug filled with coffee on the table. You lick your lips to get rid of any coffee on your lips. “If you know something, please tell us. We all want to find out what happened to him.”

She looks over to the window for split second, unsure if she should say what's on her mind. “Well, it’s just-- I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk.”

‘Of course, people start rumors of these unknown disappearances.’ You thought to yourself, as the boys asked what do they talk about at the same time. They are brothers and do things on cue without any intention sometimes.

You kept your hands around the mug and use your thumb to rub against the surface. You observe Amy’s friend moves around in her seat and placing her arms to lean on the table. “It’s kind of a local legend...This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial like decades ago.”

At the corner of your eye, you could see Dean gives Sam look suggesting they found something supernatural after all. “Well, supposedly, she’s still out here. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up-- well, they disappear forever.”

Both of the boys look over to each other again deciding the conversation is done with. You quickly pick up your mug and drinking away the remaining coffee.

You place the mug on the place back down on the table and take out a twenty dollar bill from your wallet and placing it on the table. You stood up and look over at the two girls with a sincere smile. “Thank you for taking the time to talk to us. We will do everything we can help look for Troy.”

You look at the boys who forbid their goodbyes to the girls and walking out of the restaurant. You turn your head to the side to see the library that you have gone to when you were in this town. ��The library is right over there.”

“When did you have time to go on a mission?” You heard Sam asked.

“I wasn’t on a mission. I was on a class trip which leads to a mission.” You look over to the gentle giant, before showing the way to the library.

The three of you enter the library. Dean finds a computer and sits down in front of it. Sam was on the right of him as he takes a seat. A certain medical book caught your eye. You move to the other side in front of the boys and open the book looking at the table of contents, before flipping the pages to the spot you want to look at.

Memory and Trauma.

You start to read the page to only realize it's not going to give you the answers you are looking for. You shut the book with disbelief sigh.

You instantly look up at the brothers when your ears picked up, “Angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?”

Dean responds to Sammy’s question with a “Yeah.” and glanced over to you to check out what you were doing. You walked around and suggested, “Maybe it's not murder.”

Sam replaces the word murder to suicide and press enter to only have one article pop up. You lead against, Dean chair listening to Sam, who begins to read the articles. “This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old. Jumps off Sylvania Bridge drowns in the river.”

You stared at the photograph on the right corner of the article.

“Does it say why she did it?” Dean asked to only have Sam respond to him. “Yeah. An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren’t breathing. Both died.”

You spoke without thinking. “That’s terrifying to find your own kids like that.”

Sam nods and reads a quote from the article making it's seem like its coming from the man on the photograph meaning husband maybe. “ ‘Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn’t bear it.’ said Husband, Joseph Welch,” Sam says.

“Wait, doesn't that bridge look familiar to you guys?” You tap against the computer screen on the bridge photograph of the crime scene and look at the boys.

It seems like you three have to head back to the same crime scene from earlier today.

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