#after the fight between him and sam in dead man's blood

[gh-0-stcup]

The weirdest take I've seen on Reddit is that the show made John Winchester a worse father in the later seasons than he was initially. That the worst he did early on was being a bit distant and training his sons from a young age. And of course, that stuff wasn't that bad because it was necessary to keep them safe.

Just off the top of my head here's what we get from season 1 alone. Dean being traumatized by John's treatment of him following the shtriga attack. John disowning Sam for going to college. John refusing to pick up his phone when Dean is literally dying. John physically intimidating Sam during an argument - one that started simply because Sam refused to go along with whatever John said to do without asking questions. Dean having to physically get between the two of them and having to physically pull them apart before they attacked each other.

There's a load of other stuff from the first 3 seasons as well. If anything, the show took a stronger stance regarding John's terrible parenting in those seasons than any of the later ones. The longer John was dead, the fonder the boys became of him.

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Roadkill | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader (Eventual ? ;) )

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, mentions of smut

Word Count: 4772

Mobile Supernatural Series Rewrite Masterlist

Supernatural Series Rewrite Masterlist

Supernatural Series Rewrite Playlist

“Alright,” Dean began, cruising down a darkened road. “Tell me about Highway 41.”

You leaned your head on your arms between the shoulders of the two boys on the back of the front seat as Sam began to talk.

“Twelve accidents over fifteen years,” the brunet explained. “Five of them fatal; all of them happening on the same night.”

“So, what are we looking at— Interstate dead zone? Phantom hitchhiker? What?” Dean questioned.

Sam shook his head, continuing to flip through his notes. “Not quite. Year after year, witnesses said the same thing made them crash. A woman appearing in the middle of the road, being chased by a man covered in blood.”

“Two spooks?” you asked.

“Sounds like it,” Sam responded.

“Any idea who this chick is?” 

“I think I might,” the brunet said, handing you a clipping from an old newspaper he’d printed off online. “Molly McNamara. Killed in a car crash fifteen years ago tomorrow night. She took another guy out with her; Jonah Greely. Farmer who was out in the road, and Molly couldn’t slow down in enough time to stop.”

“So, what? She haunts the road now with Greely chasin’ after her?” you questioned.

Sam shrugged. “I guess.”

“I say we go talk to the husband. Only survivor of the crash.”

And that was just where you went. You discovered she hadn’t been buried; she’d been cremated.

“So, what’s keeping her here?” Sam wondered aloud as you left the survivor’s house.

“I don’t know,” you replied. 

*** The next night, you, Dean, and Sam headed down Highway 41.

“Please don’t run into the bitch and kill us all with your stupid driving,” you implored Dean, who shot you a look in the rearview mirror.

“I’m a great driver, what are you—” He cut himself off as something in the road caught his attention. “Holy—!”

You braced yourself on the back of the front seat as Dean slammed to a stop in front of a young blonde woman with scrapes and bruises littering her body. “You have to help me!” she yelled, crying.

“Dean, I don't think she knows she's dead,” Sam realized.

Molly started banging on the window of Sam’s door. “Open up! Please!”

Sam obliged, holding his hand up to try and create some distance between the two of them as he opened the car. “Okay, okay! All right, all right. Just calm down. Tell us what happened.”

You hung back with Dean while he parked the car as Sam walked ahead with Molly. 

“What is he gonna tell her?” Dean asked quietly.

“Knowing Sam? Probably the truth,” you replied.

“She's gonna take off running in the other direction,” Dean sighed.

“Yeah, I know.”

“I— I swerved,” Molly was telling Sam, sitting against a tree stump, “ A-And we crashed. And when I came to, the car was wrecked and my husband was missing. I went looking for him, but that's when the man from the road, he- he started chasing me.”

“Did he look like he lost a fight with a lawn mower?” Dean questioned.

Molly looked up at Dean, shocked. “How did you know that?”

“Lucky guess,” he shrugged.

You played dumb, keeping what Dean had said earlier in mind. “Hey, what's your name?”

“Molly. Molly Mcnamara,” she said.

Sam looked over at you knowingly. “I think maybe you should come with us. We'll take you back into town.”

“I can't.” The blonde suddenly panicked. “I have to find David. He might have gone back to the car.”

“We should get you somewhere safe first. Then the three of us will come back. We'll look for your husband,” Sam tried.

“No. I'm not leaving here without him. Would you just take me back to my car, please?” she begged.

Sam hesitated a moment. “Of course,” he said finally. “Come on.”

The four of you clambered into the Impala, and Molly directed Dean toward the crash site. You were incredibly uneasy with a spirit just casually sitting next to you in the backseat, and every instinct was screaming at you to pump her full of rocksalt. However, you knew better and fought your gut feeling.

“Stop,” Molly told Dean. She was jumping out of the car before he’d fully come to a stop. “It’s right over there.”

She led you to where she thought the car would be, but there was nothing there. 

“I don't understand. I'm sure this is where it was. W-We hit that tree right there. This— This doesn't make any sense,” she rushed out, running a hand through her hair. She started to head further into the woods.

Not willing to let her out of your sight, you followed. “Molly, wait!”

She turned around. “I know it sounds crazy, but I crashed into that tree. I don't know who could've taken it. It was totaled. Please. You have to believe me.”

“I do believe you,” you said. “But that’s why you gotta get outta here.”

“What about David?” she protested. “Something must have happened. I have to get to the cops.”

Dean came up behind you. “Cops! That's a great idea. We'll take you down to the station ourselves. So just come with us. It's the best way we can help you and your husband.”

“Okay,” she replied.

You shot Dean a look and headed back to the car.

As the four of you drove, Molly spoke up. “We're supposed to be in Lake Tahoe.”

“You and David?” Sam asked.

“It's our five-year anniversary,” she nodded.

“A hell of an anniversary,” Dean muttered, almost making you laugh. However, you were too focused on keeping a hand on your gun in case she made one wrong move.

“Right before, we were having the dumbest fight,” she sighed. “It was the only time we ever really argued; when we were stuck in the car.”

Sam laughed. “Yeah. I know how that goes.”

Dean scowled at him, making you smile.

“You know the last thing I said to him? I called him a jerk. Oh, god. What if that's the last thing I said to him?” she cried.

The younger Winchester turned to face her. “Molly, we're gonna figure out what happened to your husband. I promise.”

Suddenly, the radio started flickering. Its whirring and crackling soon turned to the opening notes of “House of the Rising Sun” by the Animals.

“Sam, you didn’t—?” you started.

He shook his head.

Dean sighed. “I was afraid you'd say that.”

“This song…” Molly trailed off.

“What?” you questioned.

“It was playing when we crashed,” she breathed out.

The radio crackled again, and settled on another disturbing station. A voice began to fill the car coming over the radio. “She's mine,” the voice taunted. “She's mine. She's mine.”

“What is that?” Molly asked.

Jonah Greeley suddenly appeared in the middle of the road.

Dean began flooring it straight at him. “Hold on.”

“What are you doing?” she shrieked as Dean drove into Greeley, who disappeared in a puff of smoke.

“What the... What the hell just happened?” Molly breathed.

“Don't worry, Molly. Everything's gonna be alright,” Sam coaxed.

“I wouldn’t hold your breath,” you quipped as the Impala began to shudder. It coasted to a stop on the side of the road.

Dean tried to start it again, but the ignition sputtered. “I don't think he's gonna let her leave.”

You got out of the car, hand still on your gun. 

Dean put a hand on the small of your back, cooly saying, “Relax” into your ear. A shudder went through your spine at the contact, but you did your best to release the tension you were holding in your body.

“That’s my girl,” he said, more to himself than you. 

Your heart swelled with pride just as Molly started to panic on the other side of the car. “This can't be happening.”

“Well, trust me. It's happening,” Dean remarked. He moved to the back of the car and started pulling weapons out of the trunk.

Molly came around and noticed the arsenal, immediately backing away. “Okay. Thanks for helping, but I think I got it covered from here.”

“Wait. Molly, Molly, wait a minute,” Sam begged, chasing after her.

“Just leave me alone.”

“No, no, no. Please. You have to listen to me,” he told her.

“Just stay away!” Molly started walking faster.

“It wasn't a coincidence that we found you, alright?” Sam told her.

“Oh, here we go,” you told Dean.

“What are you talking about?” the blonde asked defensively.

“We weren't just cruising for chicks when we ran into you, sister,” Dean snarked. “We were already out here. Hunting.”

“Hunting for what?” Molly questioned.

“Ghosts.”

“Don’t sugarcoat it for her,” you deadpanned.

“You're nuts,” she laughed in disbelief.

“Really? About as nuts as a vanishing guy with his guts spilling out. You know what you saw,” Dean pressed.

“We think his name is Jonah Greeley. He was a local farmer that died fifteen years ago on this highway,” Sam explained despite Molly begging him to stop. “One night a year, on the anniversary of his death, he haunts this road. That's why we're here, Molly. To try and stop him.”

It seemed like this was starting to make sense to her. “Now, I suppose this... ghost… made my car disappear, too.”

“Crazier things have happened, huh?” Dean replied.

“You know what? I'm all filled up on crazy. I'm gonna get the cops myself.” She started away.

“Not to be harsh, but you’re not gonna get far,” you called after her.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she scoffed, turning back.

“Means that plan A was trying to get you out of here. Obviously that didn't go over too well with, uh, Farmer Roadkill,” Dean informed.

“Molly, we're telling the truth,” said Sam. “Greeley's not gonna let you leave this highway.”

“You're s— you're serious about this, aren't you?”

Dean nodded. “Deadly.”

‘No pun intended there, I’m sure,’ you thought.

“Every year, Greeley finds someone to punish for what happened to him. Tonight, that person is you,” Sam told Molly.

“Why me? I didn't do anything,” she cried.

“Doesn't matter. Some spirits only see what they want,” Sam shrugged.

“So you're saying this ... Greeley, he took my husband? Oh, god,” she wailed.

Sam caught her gaze again. “Molly, look, we're gonna help, all right? But first, you gotta help us.”

“Help you?” she questioned. “How?”

*** Molly led you over to a deteriorating hunting cabin where she saw Greeley. You walked in behind Dean, only slightly unsettled by the numerous blood-stained tools scattered around the room. Hunting ghosts, chopping them up— sure, no problem; Animals? They were off-limits in your mind. 

“Huh. Seemed like a real sweet guy,” Dean commented upon taking in the bloodstained metal table.

“No markers or headstones outside,” Sam told you and Dean.

“You're looking for Greeley's grave?” Molly asked.

Sam nodded.

“Why?”

“So we can dig up the corpse and salt and burn it,” Dean responded nonchalantly.

“Oh. Sure, naturally,” the blonde scoffed.

“It's a way to get rid of a spirit,” Sam told her.

“And that'll save David?” Molly asked.

“Well, this is what'll help both of you, provided there's a corpse to be found,” Sam replied. You could tell the truth was burning on his tongue.

“So how do we find it?” Molly continued.

“I'm not sure. After Greeley died, his wife claimed the body. And that was the last anyone saw of her. So good guess she brought him back here. But they had a thousand acres. He could be buried anywhere on 'em,” Sam said.

“So this is really what you guys do? You're like Ghostbusters?”

“Minus the jumpsuits,” you remarked.

Briskly, Dean started, “This is a fascinating conversation and all, but this highway is only haunted once a year, and we got till sun-up to wrap this thing up. What do you say we move it along, okay? Great.”

You followed Dean outside to search for Greely’s corpse or his house.

“Can’t say I’m enjoying babysitting Casper,” you whispered to Dean.

“Me neither,” he chuckled.

“Any thoughts on what’s got her stuck?” you asked.

“Probably the fact that she doesn’t know she’s dead,” he shrugged.

“But… why would that matter?” you questioned.

“I guess you can’t move on if you don’t even know you have to,” he said.

“Makes sense,” you considered. 

“David? David? David!” you suddenly heard Molly screaming behind you. She then yelped in shock, and you immediately raised your shotgun loaded with rocksalt and shot above Molly’s head at Greeley, who was holding her above the ground. He disappeared upon the round’s impact and dropped Molly.

“Nice,” Dean told you.

“Thanks,” you grinned.

“Hey! Are you alright?” Sam asked Molly.

“What has that son of a bitch done with my husband?” Molly shrieked.

“Just take it easy, alright? You're gonna see David again. You will,” Sam told her.

You noticed uneven cobblestone starting under your feet. “Hey!” you called to them.

Dean jerked his head in your direction. “Follow the creepy brick road.”

You followed closely behind Dean, blocking out Sam having to recap how ghost hunting works to Molly.

“You know, just once I'd like to round the corner and see a nice house,” Dean commented as you turned toward a slowly decaying house. It was similarly built to the smaller hunting cabin you’d first stumbled upon. You stumbled around the house, searching for any sign of Greeley or his body.

Molly and Sam stuck together at the back of the pack, and Dean stayed outside to look around. You headed up the stairs to look around. Upon doing so, you found a slew of papers strewn about. You searched through a few of them, only finding receipts, scrapbook pages, and to-do lists; nothing about a potential burial site. 

Sam and Molly soon made their way into the room and you tuned out their conversation about vengeful spirits as you poked around a wall that seemed strange to you. 

Dean appeared at the doorway. “Sammy's always getting a little J. Love Hewitt when it comes to things like this. Me, I don't like 'em. And I sure as hell ain't making apologies for 'em. There's nothing downstairs. You find anything?”

“Uh, just about every piece of mail or receipt they ever had. Looked through a couple, but nothing about a grave so far,” Sam explained.

“There’s somethin’ back here, though,” you said, referencing the wall. You tossed your flashlight to Sam. You dug the balls of your feet into the floor against the adjoining wall and shoved the cabinet in your way over a bit. You revealed a small hidden door, and you dusted your hands off on your jeans as you crouched to it. “It’s locked from the inside,” you announced.

“Move over,” Dean told you. When he saw you were clear, he threw a back kick at the door. You were surprised to see the door still upright. So was Dean, to your amusement. He gave it yet another kick, and it finally fell inward.

You crawled through the opening with Dean hot on your heels. “It smells like old lady in here,” he grimaced. 

You stood, shocked to see a woman hanging by her neck from the ceiling. “Jesus, that explains why,” you cringed, covering your nose with the back of your sweater sleeve. 

“Well, now we know why nobody ever saw her again,” Dean commented.

“She didn't want to live without him,” Molly cooed sadly.

Sam found a chair the woman had assumedly knocked from under her feet when she passed away. “Dean, give me a hand.”

“Really?” Dean scoffed.

“What are you gonna do?” Molly questioned.

Sam gave his brother a scolding look. “We can't leave her like this.”

“Why not?”

“She deserves to be put to rest, Dean.”

You gave Dean a look as well, and he reluctantly agreed. He moved toward the woman’s body as Sam cut her down, cursing under his breath when it dropped into his arms; either at the smell or the fact that he was holding a corpse.

You helped the boys dig a grave for the woman, and Dean gently laid her in it.

“So... So, if you manage to put Greeley to rest, too... What happens to them?” Molly asked. 

Dean chuckled. “Lady, that answer is way beyond our pay grade.”

“You hunt these things, but you don't know what happens to them?” she pushed.

“Well, they never come back. That's all that matters.”

“Agreed,” you chimed in, but you knew the answer wasn’t satisfying her. “Look, once we get ‘em to let go of whatever’s keeping ‘em here, they just… go. Honestly, I hope some place better, but I don’t know. No one does.”

“What happens when you burn their bones?” she continued.

“Well,” Sam began, “my dad used to say that was like death for ghosts, you know? But… the truth is, we still don't know. Not for sure.” He looked over at Dean. “Guess that's why we all hold on to life so hard. Even the dead. We're all just scared of the unknown.”

“The only thing I'm scared of is losing David. I have to see him again.” Molly paused for a long while. “I have to.” ***

You stood next to the two brothers after you left Molly in a room next door to the one you were in the house. Sam said he needed to talk to you both. 

“I think we should tell her about her husband,” Sam sighed.

“Oh, hell no,” you told him. 

“(Y/N), it's cruel, letting her pine for him like this. I don't like keeping her in the dark.”

“It's for her own good.” Dean got up from the chair behind you. “Man, I know you feel guilty, all right? But let's just stick to the plan. Let's get her out of here. Then we'll tell her.”

Molly suddenly appeared at the door. “Tell me what? What aren't you telling me? It's about David. You know what happened to him.”

“Molly—” Sam began.

Dean cut him off. “Sam, don't.”

“Don't what? Don't tell me because I'll mess up your hunt? You don't care about me or my husband,” the blonde angrily said.

“That's not true.”

“Really? Then whatever it is, tell me, please.”

The younger brother swallowed, hesitating. Before he could say anything, a radio distantly went static. Then, it played “House of the Rising Sun.”

“Oh, great,” you grumbled.

“Stay with Molly,” Dean told Sam. He jerked his head at you to get you to follow him toward the sound. You followed the sound toward the living room, getting louder with each step. Dean stooped next to the radio and picked up a frayed, broken power cord. You heard another noise and headed to the door. It frosted over, revealing the words “She’s mine.”

You heard a scream and ran back to the room you left Sam and Molly in.

“He's got Molly!” Sam pointed out the broken window.

You jumped through it, running through the woods. You ran for a few minutes before you cursed under your breath, chest heaving. You returned to the house and started flipping through a scrapbook.

“This guy is persistent,” Dean said, coming up beside you.

“We gotta find Molly,” Sam huffed.

“We gotta find Greeley's bones,” Dean added. “And, uh, no pressure or anything, but we got less than two hours before sunrise.”

You noticed something in a picture of the hunting cabin with the Greeleys standing in front of it. “Hey.”

“What do you got?” Dean questioned.

“ 'February 6, 1992’,” you read aloud.

“That was, like, two weeks before the accident, wasn't it?” Sam chimed in.

“Yeah, but… something seems off. I swear there’s a tree right where they’re standing.” You tapped the picture.

“I should've thought of it,” Sam scolded himself.

“What?” you and Dean asked in unison.

“It's an old country custom,” Sam explained. “Planting a tree as a grave marker.”

Dean chuckled. “You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness.”

“Yeah. I know,” Sam deadpanned somewhat bitterly.

You broke off in a sprint toward the hunting cabin with a shovel in hand. You immediately began digging around the tree. You suddenly heard a scream as the brothers came up beside you. 

“Go get Molly,” you instructed Dean, who nodded and headed inside.

Sam began helping you dig around the tree. You dug in silence feverishly until Sam said, “Hey, I got something over here.”

“Hurry up, guys!” you heard Dean distantly yell.

You looked into the spot where Sam was digging to discover a set of bones carefully laid in an open grave. You ducked down to the duffel bag beside Sam and handed him a container of salt as you searched around for the kerosene. Quickly, you stood back up and emptied the kerosene on top of the body as Sam finished salting the bones. Sam lit a match he’d grabbed and dropped it on top of the bones which immediately ignited into a roaring fire.  

Dean came out of the house with Molly, and you noticed a deep gash on Dean’s cheek. You ran to him as Molly continued ahead to Sam. You gingerly touched the wound, and he hissed in pain.

“When this is over, I need to patch that up,” you told him.

“I’m fine, (Y/N),” he insisted.

“Stop being so hardheaded. I need to fix it up before it gets infected,” you argued.

Dean grumbled, “Fine,” and followed Molly and Sam to the Impala. He patted the hood of his car lovingly. “Oh, baby, it's been a long night,” he cooed, dropping his bag in the backseat and climbing into the driver’s seat.

You rolled your eyes at him, and got down into the seat behind him.

You saw Sam arguing with Molly outside of the car, but couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. You then saw her smile in relief before eagerly climbing into the car next to you.

Wordlessly, Sam and Dean exchanged a look. You figured Sam told her he’d take her to David. Dean then drove a route you’d taken before to the man’s house. You pulled up to the lovely suburban home, light emanating from it into the dark night.

“He's in that house, right there,” Sam told Molly.

Her shoulders dropped and formerly cheery expression changed. “I don't understand.”

“You will.”

You got out of the car and stood next to Dean. 

Molly’s breath quickened. “That's— not— It can't be.”

You watched the woman carefully, and for the first time, felt bad for a vengeful spirit. You watched as David stood dressed in a bathrobe holding a steaming cup of liquid, sipping it before a woman came up to him and pecked him on the lips.

“What's happening?” Molly questioned. “Who is that?”

“David’s wife,” you answered. 

She turned back to the house, confused, before turning back to you and the Winchesters.

“I'm sorry, Molly,” Sam began softly. “Fifteen years ago, you and your husband hit Jonah Greeley with your car. David survived.”

“What are you saying?” The blonde’s voice wavered.

“We're saying there isn't just one spirit haunting Highway 41,” Dean added. “There are two. Jonah Greeley and you.”

“For the past fifteen years, one night a year you've been appearing on that highway,” explained the younger brother.

“No, that's not possible. It was our anniversary… February 22nd—”

“1992,” you cut her off.

“Yes,” she responded, looking at you like you were stupid.

“It’s 2007,” you finished.

“Oh, god,” she cried. “And Greeley?” 

“Each year he punishes somebody for his death... ah, chasing them. Torturing them. And each year, that somebody is you,” the brunet explained.

“But I don't remember any of it.”

“Because you couldn't see the truth, Molly. Some spirits only see what they want,” Sam told her.

“So that's why he won't let me off the highway. Because... I killed him. I killed us both.” Molly shakily moved over to the front steps of the house. You followed her over as she inquired, “Why didn't you tell me when you first saw me? Why wait until now?”

“You wouldn't have believed us,” Dean replied.

She looked up t0 Dean, stating accusingly, “And you needed me for bait.”

“Well, we needed you,” Sam chimed in.

“David,” she breathed out.

The younger brother sighed. “Molly, we brought you here so you could move on.”

“I have to tell him—” 

You cut her off. “Tell him what? That you love him? That you’re sorry? I’m sure he knows that. You go in there, you’re gonna scar him for life. He’s already grieved you. Let him move on.”

“David's already said his goodbyes, Molly,” Sam continued. “Now it's your turn. This is your unfinished business.”

“What am I supposed to do?” she sobbed.

“Just... let go. Of David. Of everything. You do that, we think you'll move on,” he explained.

“But you don't know where.”

“No, but that’s okay,” you said. “You don’t belong here.”

“Haven't you suffered long enough? It's time. It's time to go,” Sam finished for you.

She nodded sadly, then slowly stepped away from you and the brothers. She moved down the road toward the rising sun, and allowed herself to become absorbed by the light dawning. 

“I guess she wasn't so bad... for a ghost,” Dean remarked. He turned to his younger brother. “You think she's really going to a better place?”

“I hope so,” he shrugged.

“I guess we'll never know. Not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?” Dean quipped.

“Doesn't really matter, Dean. Hope's kind of the whole point.”

“Alright, Haley Joel.” He smacked Sam on the shoulder. “Let's hit the road.”

You and the brothers decided you needed to get some sleep a few towns over before searching for another case. These periods of down time between hunts were always bizarre; driving with no particular destination would always feel foreign to you no matter how many times you had done it.

***

You forced Dean to come to your motel room to let you patch up the few wounds he’d sustained from fighting Jonah Greeley’s ghost. 

“I really don’t think this is necessary,” he grumbled.

“I think it is. So, tough,” you said firmly. 

Dean looked like he wanted to protest, but he thankfully said nothing. You set to work bandaging his cheek, standing between his spread legs as he sat on the bathroom counter. “How’s your shoulder?”

“What?” he asked.

“The gunshot wound, maybe?” you remarked.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’,” you giggled, half-mocking him. 

“It’s fine. Barely even feel it,” he shrugged.

“Then I guess it won’t be a problem if I give it a once-over,” you challenged.

Dean cut his eyes back at you, but decided against arguing. He shrugged off his leather jacket, then his canvas jacket, then pulled his undershirt over his head. No matter how many times you’d seen Dean shirtless, the sight would always make your breath catch in your throat. He seemed to note your reaction, smirking at you wantonly.

You rolled your eyes, fighting an amused smile as you unwrapped the wound on his shoulder. It was getting better, but you were still concerned about the wound becoming infected. The bullet had lodged in him several inches deep, and it was certainly going to take more than a month to fully heal. Gingerly, you touched the skin around the wound, and Dean hissed and grabbed your wrist.

You looked up at him apologetically, but still mockingly said, “ ‘Barely even feel it’ my ass.”

He rolled his eyes at you and released your wrist. When you had it completely wrapped up, your fingers lingered over the edge of the dressings. Dean grabbed your wrist gently once more, bringing it to his lips and kissing the inside near your pulse point. Your breath hitched as he did so, and he stared at you intently. You shrank under his gaze, heat spreading through your cheeks, and his self-satisfied smirk returned to his face.

“There you go again,” you joked quietly. “Always cheapening the moment.”

He smiled, using his free hand to wrap around your waist and bring you closer to him. He took the wrist he’d been holding and wound it around his neck and leaned forward to kiss you. You responded eagerly, pushing him back down onto the bed. You grinned against his lips, getting lost in the feeling of his body against yours. However, the two of you didn’t have sex that night. It was just enough to be with each other. The idea of that was foreign to the both of you— especially Dean— but you were grateful all the same.

Series Rewrite Taglist: @polireader @brightlilith @atcamillanorrman @jrizzelle @insomnia-bookworm @procrastination20 @mrs-liebgott @djs8891 @tiggytaylor @staple-your-mouth @jesstherebel @rach5ive @strawberrykiwisdogog @bruhidkjustwannaread @mxltifxnd0m @sunshine-on-marz @big-ol-boat @mgchaser @capncrankle @chervbs @simpingdeadcharacters @nesnejwritings @stillhere197 @tearsforhan @take-it-on-the-run @iloveyou2mia @maxinehufflepuffprincess @ohgeehowdigethere @seninjakitey @berarenado @s0urw00lf @princessleahorgana @quarterhorse19 @isla-finke-blog @silverdoragon @karacaroldanvers @gayandfairycore @examishbookwyrm @star-yawnznn @real-sharena-h @fandomloverrr @metalmonki @onlyangel-444 @yu-winchester @benniwiththefanni @daisychaingirl @immagods @missmieux @yoongi-holland @littledebbieinabigworld

[locke-esque-monster]

There's something to be said about the dynamic of Sam and Dean as Sam fully turns into a version of John. Because on the one hand, Dean typically called the shots to a certain degree while working with Sam. Or at least they butted heads. While Dean nearly always followed John's orders.

By the time we hit "Jump the Shark", you can see Dean is trying to call the shots and Sam is full rejecting them. Sam can't pull a John and pull rank. But he's blatantly ignoring what Dean wants to do and Dean has just caved to it, like Sam's training Adam. Or in previous episodes where they're following leads from Ruby, which Dean has seemed to resign himself to after the debacle with Anna. Dean's not happy with it, he's arguing it a way he never would have with John, but he's tolerating Sam doing something he disagrees with in a way he never would have previously.

And while Dean taking Adam to Bobby would have been a mistake (but such a good AU fic concept I'd love to read), Sam is fully pulling a John using him as bait. Like John used to use Dean as bait, as seen in "Dead Man's Blood".

Maybe it's because Dean isn't the same after hell and doesn't have the desire to fight with Sam. Maybe it's because Sam's acting so like John and Dean instinctively doesn't fight that energy from a lifetime of service under John, or wouldn't know how to if he wanted to. But it's interesting that's the dynamic that we have between these two before their split at the finale, and the knowledge that Sam was very much in the wrong by season's end (suggesting John was wrong to a certain degree too).

[htchnr]

♰ BRUCE CAMPBELL CHARACTERS.

⭐️= 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛. 🫂= 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩. ❤️‍🩹= 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩/𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩. 💔= 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 𝙬/𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩. 💋= 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙬/ 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩. 🔥= 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙬/𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩. 💌= 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩. ⚠️= dead dove don't eat. 🔗= link posts.

✮ꜜ EXTRAS.

[🔗] Sam & Ash smut visuals.

COMFORT DRABBLES.

[🔥🫂] ASH WILLIAMS | yourself, just you | bad dreams had been creeping up on you after you, Ash and Pablo left for Jacksonville. so you try and relieve them by doing the only thing you think that might help ; Ash. 1,1k

[🔥🫂] ASH WILLIAMS | purest hell | continuation of 'yourself, just you' — the two of you have found sense of comfort in each other. not in the most healthiest of ways — but after all that you've both been through, who can really blame you two? 0,8k

[🫂] ASH WILLIAMS | unsure touches | all you need after a long day of a long week, is to lay in Ash's lap as he tries comforting someone for the first time. 1,1k

[🫂] SAM AXE | chamber of reflections | BAU!Sam x BAU!Reader — a heavy case leaves your mind wandering. maybe it's time to take some time off work. or, Sam comforts you while he lets you talk. 1,2k

[🫂] SAM AXE | butterfly's repose | BAU!Sam x BAU!Reader — you've got a complicated thing between you and food. Sam might not completely understand it, but he's there for you. 1,2k

✮ꜜ ASH WILLIAMS.

TEACHERS PET ; Professor!Ash x Student!reader.

[💋] PART ONE | meeting Professor Williams. 2,1k

[💋💌] ACCIDENTAL SLIP | requested ; you accidentally call Ash daddy, and he turns out to be really into it. 1,4k

LOOSE ONESHOTS/IMAGINES.

[🔥] HOT 'N STICKY | seeing Ash heaving and covered in blood just made you feel some kinda way. 0,9k

[💌⭐️] INTERSTATE LOVE | Ash teases you about your drawings of him. 1,2k

[⭐️] PERV!ASH HC'S | a collection of my thoughts on pervy old man Ash ;).

[💌⭐️] ANYTHING, DOLLFACE | perv!Ash offering to rub sunscreen into your back ;). 0,7k

[⚠️🔥] RUN AND HIDE | where Baal broke Ash's mind and he hunts you in the asylum — not without having some fun with you first before killing you. 1,4k

[⭐️💋] NEW FAVORITE ACTIVITY | Modern AU with AoD!Ash. who knew innocently watching tiktoks together would lead to this? 0,9k

[💌⭐️] APOCALYPSE | requested ; early morning softness with Ash. 0,8k

[⭐️] ROMANTICISED LIFE | painting your nails while high with Ash, legs draped across his lap. 1,3k

[💌⭐️] ONE AND ONLY | you and Ash getting high in his trailer, indulging in each other. 0,8k

✮ꜜ BRISCO COUNTY JR.

LOOSE ONESHOTS/IMAGINES.

[⭐️🔥] COMFORT OF HOME | a lazy, passion filled morning under the sheets with Brisco. 0,9k

[🔥] PREDICAMENT | when you find Brisco in a, compromising, position, you decide to make use of it.

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

✮ꜜ SAM AXE.

CHECK UP ; Paramedic!Sam x Heavily Tattooed!reader.

[⭐️] PART ONE | meeting Sam after getting a nasty cut, needing a charming face and some help. 2,8k

[⭐️] PART TWO | bringing him the promised piece of cake, flirting as he checks how your cut's healing. 2,7k

[💋] PART THREE | Sam comes over to help you bake, but things don't go as planned. 3,2k

[⭐️] PART FOUR | the morning/afternoon after, making plans to actually go on a date.

ENJOY THE SHOW ; cuck!Jason Bly + reader x Sam.

[🔥] ENJOY THE SHOW | the job was simple — flirt with Bly to get him out so Sam could grab him. but after the petty fight you two had, you decide to get back at him. 3,4k

[🔥] OPEN UP WIDE | you don't know how you got Sam to agree to this — but here you are, in a hotel room with Bly tied to chair watching you, as Sam rails the living daylights out of you. 4,1k

CLOSE CALLS ; short steamy drabbles.

[🔥⭐️] REALLY SELL IT | while on a stake out, your cover is threatened. so you improvise, causing things to get more than a little steamy. 0,9k

[🔥⭐️] TIGHT HOLD | based s3 ep16 where Sam and Fi go to diffuse a bomb at a hotel — except now it's you and Sam instead, and things get steamy.

GOOD TIME GONE ; Bar Tattoo Artist!reader x Sam.

[⭐️] part one , [💋] part two.

PRETTY FOOL ; spy/ex gf!reader x Sam.

[💋] PART ONE | you break into Sam's apartment, surprising him when he gets home. the confrontation leads to exactly what you expected. 3,2k

[💋] PART TWO | breaking into his apartment again leads to remembering his past and what he's more than capable of.

LOOSE ONESHOTS/IMAGINES.

[⭐️] SOULED OUT ON YOU | stripper/sugar mommy!reader x Sam. Michael was always curious about what you looked like — so when Sam forgets something at your place, he tags along. 1,3k

[⭐️] PICK UP | after a long night at the club Sam picks you up, quite literally. 1,1k

[🫂💌] COMFORT OF HOME | taking care of Sam after he was held hostage and interrogated in s1 ep12. 1,1k

[🔥] FULL OF ME | you don't know why his outfit gets you going, but you don't mind it one bit. 0,9k

[🔥] SEE UR INSIDES | Sam and Michael let you act as bait in an interrogation. while cleaning up your and Sam can finally release the tension. 4,3k

[💌🔥] TAN LINES | after applying sunscreen, you ride Sam on your fancy lounge set. 1,4k

[corawithfanfiction]

The Next Step Is Evolution & White Wolf and Polaris

the shadows are falling they are falling ( episode 9 )

episode 8 - episode 10

The team of Remy (Gambit), Lorna (Polaris), Bucky (Winter Soldier / White Wolf) and Sam (Falcon / Captain America) go to confront Bella. They must work together to save Anna Maria. But when it comes to mutants, there is always an intruder.

warnings: conflict, swearing, explosion, fight, human trafficking, gore, blood, depression, panic attacks, human limbs, unconscious amusements, anxiety, impaired body integrity, blood.

✗

When Lorna and Remy left the Casino, there was a grumbling Sam Wilson following behind them. Bucky didn't want to leave Logan alone, but in the end, realizing that there was no point in staying at the Casino, he joined the team behind them.

Lorna's only consolation was to save Maria and then wake Logan. She knew the bond between the two. Lorna had always envied their brother - sister relationship, they saw each other as family and fought shoulder to shoulder no matter what the cost. Of course, Anna Maria had gone through a very painful process before this. Who wouldn't experience the same thing if they were cursed to touch? It would be useful, wouldn't it?

What would she do if she couldn't touch Logan! Lorna knew that they didn't have a very romantic relationship. They had come together to make each other forget the past, to put their pain on the back burner. Every night they made love was not because of emotional intensity. They wanted the same thing, peace. And they began to use each other for that. Even if their relationship deepened day by day, the way Remy's eyes lit up now when he talked about Maria would never happen when Logan talked about her. Lorna was aware of that. Over time, Lorna became more and more drawn to Logan.

In his arms, she felt as if she was free from all danger, as if she had no worries. But lo and behold, here we are. Logan had gone to his beauty sleep as a dead lump of metal. And Lorna was becoming the person she feared most in life.

To her father.

✗

When the team finally reached the three or four - story building a few blocks away, which was not very well maintained, they stopped.

Remy must have sensed Maria's presence because the twinkle in his eyes gave him away again. After Sam told them to be careful, Sam and Remy walked in cautiously, Sam and Remy in front, Lorna and Bucky behind them.

While Bucky was checking downstairs, Lorna was making her way upstairs. When she had one last room to check, the sound of high - pitched screaming and laughter came from upstairs, and Lorna immediately left the room and began to make her way upstairs at a brisk pace. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the sight of Bucky bounding up the stairs, and she couldn't help but mutter, not very loudly, but in a voice that Bucky could easily hear her, "Damn that serum." He couldn't help but mutter.

When they entered the room which the voices had come, Lorna's brow furrowed involuntarily at the sight before her.

The white - skinned, glass - eyed man sat with a big smile on his face, spread his arms wide and said, "I've been waiting for you." He said. On the other hand, he started to stand up from his seat.

As Maira lay unconscious at the feet of the white - skinned man, Bella came out from behind with her stunning beauty.

Lorna focused on ignoring all her fears, her past and her anxieties as Remy's eyes turned red, independent of her.

After a shaky breath, he walked over to Maria, hard enough to make sure her heels left a mark on the floor, and bent down to take her beautiful face in his hands.

He was alive.

While this gave Lorna relief, she was only now realizing that she was caught in the middle of a war.

At that moment, all the voices began to fall into a deep scream, all the screams into an eternal silence. Bella was already babbling something about how much she missed Remy and how it wasn't too late to come back from her mistake. Sam and Bucky couldn't get over the shock of not fully understanding what was going on here, but they were on guard in case something happened at any moment.

Lorna took a deep breath, then forced herself to reset her memory. She couldn't lose control now. As she stood up, her eyes were on the pale - skinned man in front of her. She didn't know how he had survived the Casino. Now he was just standing in front of her in the flesh. He forced himself to accept this reality.

When her eyes found Bella, she saw the gorgeous woman clinging to Remy's collar. Her blonde hair was pulled into a tight bun. Her face, thin and bony, was even more taut. The tiny sparkles in her blue eyes were proof that she was about to cry. A small moan escaped her full lips. Remy grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up a few inches. Her red eyes were spewing fire.

Lorna called out to Remy, but she couldn't be heard.

Lorna was almost starting to let her guard down, almost. As a new mutant in a room full of mutants and super soldiers, she had to stay out of trouble and not let her instincts take over.

When Remy threw Bella a few feet away from him, the pale - skinned man lunged at Remy. It was all happening so fast that Lorna couldn't let the power drain from her hands.

Sam had the shield ready to throw, but the mutants were moving so swiftly that he couldn't be sure he had the right aim.

Bucky watched the scene with calm eyes. Sam's puzzled look only amused him. Amidst the chaos, he went to the girl, Maria, lying on the ground. And he quickly embraced her. The moment he picked her up, he staggered and let her go. Remy was vomiting blood on the floor as Sam came up to him shouting, "Dude!"

As Bella began to drag Remy by the hair, a thin chain wrapped around Bella's neck, pinning her against the wall behind her.

Lorna's eyes, which had just come back to her senses, had lost their old brown color. Like an emerald, they were surrounded by green sparkles. The green sparks that curled between her fingers drifted down Bella's neck.

"Get your hands off Remy you bitch!" she screamed quietly as Bella struggled to get up from the wall.

Taking advantage of the moment of chaos, Sam threw his shield as the pale - skinned man came towards Lorna. Remy was preparing to throw one of his playing cards, filling it with energy. Bucky had already drawn his gun and pulled the trigger. It all happened in a matter of seconds. But none of them hit anyone. As the blood spilled from the pale man's mouth and splattered on Lorna, the young woman could only raise her hand and steady the shield and the bullet as it came at her.

The sound of organs being pierced once more filled the room, echoing like the sound of a razor blade or knife being pulled. Logan drew his claws from the pale - skinned man's back as he collapsed to the floor with his intestines and stomach torn apart. When Lorna's eyes found Logan's, they both knew that in a few hours he would be back on his feet, stronger than ever. The man with the pale skin.

"You old bastard! Finally decided to wake up, huh? You show up at the last minute and you take all the fun-" he hugged Logan manfully from where he stood and then ran with quick steps to Maria in front of Bucky and Sam.

Lorna quickly recovered from the shock that Logan had woken up and saved her, picking up the shield she had stabilized in midair and handing it to Sam. The bullet that Bucky had fired fell to the ground. After a small thank you, Sam slung the shield over his back.

Remy had Maria on her feet and Lorna, after making sure that Bella was tied up too securely to escape, headed for the door. Sam's voice broke the silence as everyone quickly did what they were supposed to do and headed for the door, silent as if they had agreed long ago.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you go like this," ha said, without compromising his confident stance for a moment. "Where do you think you're going anyway?" he said, one eyebrow raised.

"to home"

"to home"

"to home"

As the three mutants gave their answers at the same time, Lorna's face broke into a genuine smile. Logan caught it, but kept quiet. Remy was already muttering, "If that crazy old doctor gets us in the door." "Not a doctor, a professor," Lorna corrected, her smile widening at Remy's comment.

Logan placed one hand on Lorna's waist and pulled her toward him, his gaze piercing her. When they were alone, they were going to have a long talk. A very long conversation.

"Looks like you're coming with us!" he growled at Bucky and Sam, never taking his eyes off Lorna.

TAG LIST:

@oscarissac2099 @mandybug39 @elliegrace5853 @oxoxkittyxoxo @redshinypearls @loganskittycatears @strxngegirl @verytyrantcat @angelesgmez @lillianadreams @kds1990-blog @deathangelraven @birbita @spideyboycoy @thatgirl101blog @iconicredhoodie @aizawash0e @katherinethewitch @i-crossed-kriss @rose2love @cottagewitchybitch @norwalkballer @freedreampeach @supersoldatbarnesstuff @lumenseal @aestheticgrungecrybaby @bex-03 @vikizzy @loganskittycatears @putbloghere @dinogoofymutated @corawithfanfiction @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

[delulu4dean]

“Dean isn’t Dean.”

Warnings: cutting(not self inflicted), choking, sexual situation, mild violence

Pairings: Demon!Dean X reader, Dean X reader

Prompt: second chances, demon! Dean, Bobby’s daughter

Word count: 2,297

You wish you could’ve been there for him. Maybe things could’ve turned out differently. Dean and you always had this connection. She and Dean have been close since childhood. You lived with your dad, Bobby, who’d often look after the boys. When Bobby died, Dean promised to look after you. And he did. You joined the brothers on hunts, and when they moved into the bunker, Dean insisted you moved in with them. He owed it to Bobby.

It was hard for you. You and Dean both felt it, the tension between you. You couldn’t fight it, so you didn’t. Secret meet ups in his room after Sam fell asleep, quickies in the back seat of Baby, no doubt you were super compatible, sexually speaking. But the two of you had trouble committing. So friends with benefits is all you ever were.

So when Metatron killed Dean, all you could do is beat yourself up over not telling Dean how you really felt. And then he up and left. You don’t know how a dead man could do that, but he left a letter, so he couldn’t possibly be dead anymore.

✰✰✰✰✰

Dean is here, back in the bunker. Sam managed to bring Dean back and he’s trying to get Dean back to normal. You haven’t seen him yet, but you heard about what was going on. Dean was a demon now. Sam had warned you to not go in there. You insisted you’d be able to handle it, you’re just as capable of a hunter as he is. You’ve learned from Bobby, and you’ve learned from him and Dean.

“Look, Y/N, I know about you and Dean sneaking around. And I see the way you look at my brother. You love him,” Sam tells you.

You scoff in response, crossing your arms.

“I don't love Dean, not like that. And he’s your brother. Wouldn’t that make you emotionally vulnerable?”

“Dean and I have been through things like this before, Y/N-“

“And how has that turned out? Dean selling his soul for you? Dean tricking you into allowing an angel to possess you? Your judgment is always clouded!” You don’t hold back, telling Sam exactly how you felt. “I’m going to see Dean. Got it?”

Sam nods, and you walk past him to where Dean was supposed to be sitting. You look around confused.

No way a demon got out of the trap or the cuffs.

“Dean?” you call out.

Before you could process the hands on you, you’re pushed against a wall, with a hand over your mouth.

“Hiya, Y/N/N,” Dean smirks. “Long time no see. Long time no feel.” He put his other hand on your waist.

You remove his hand from your mouth, and whisper shout, “Dean, how the fuck did you get out of that?!”

“Human blood does wonders. Human enough to walk out, demon enough to kill Sammy. Don’t worry babe, you’re not on my hit list. Well not that hit list.”

You roll your eyes, before processing what Dean said about Sam.

“You can’t kill Sam, he’s your brother,” you look up at him.

“I wasn’t going to, and then be brought me here, locked me up, and kept injecting me with human blood.”

“Dean,” you cup his face. “You’re not you anymore.”

“No shit, I’m better. I’m the new and improved Dean.”

“I loved who you were before,” you furrow your eyebrows.

“Loved?”

“Dean… I’m sorry I couldn’t help you, I couldn’t save you.”

“I don’t need to be saved now, princess.”

You don’t know why, but you felt a strange attraction to the demon in front of you. Purely sexual, obviously, it wasn’t the man you fell in love with. But this darkness in him, it’s kind of sexy.

“You may like yourself right now, but I don’t. I miss the old Dean, my Dean.”

Dean’s eyes soften for a moment, only a moment, but you can still see he has a soft spot for you.

“Dean, let’s just talk, okay? Let’s just sneak you into my room, and we can… talk.”

“Talk?” Dean raises his eyebrow.

“Come on Dean,” you beg.

“Lead the way.”

You take the first step, looking down the hall to see if Sam was still around. Once you see the coast is clear, you gesture Dean to come out. You take his hand and run to your bedroom, before locking the door.

Dean kicks off his shoes and lays in your bed, resting his head on arms. Dean is always layered up so him laying in your bed wearing a t-shirt and jeans is the equivalent to lingerie.

“Let’s get to it,” he finally breaks the silence, catching you staring at him.

“To what?”

“To the sex, or ‘talking’ as you put it.”

“Dean, I meant actual talking.”

“Come on princess, I know you can’t resist me.”

“Dean…”

He has a point, and you know it, you can’t resist him. But you also know he wants to kill Sam, and you can’t have that. Sam was like your best friend. And you knew if you had any chance of getting Dean back, he couldn’t live with himself if Sam died because of him.

“Okay let me just slip into something more comfortable, wait in the hall,” you tell him.

“What if Sam sees me?”

“You’re scared of Sam?”

“No, but I know you. You’re a people pleaser. You don’t want Sam to be disappointed in you for conspiring with me. For not immediately getting him to stop me.”

“Fine I guess we can just talk for real then. Not ‘talk.’” You tease him.

He sighs and gets off your bed.

“You got two minutes,” he tells you, before stepping out.

Quickly you pull out your phone messaging Sam.

→ Sam, Dean escaped, and he’s looking to kill you. He doesn’t want to hurt me though, at least not yet. You need to get out of the bunker before Dean finds you.

Are you sure you’ll be okay?←

→Yes

You quickly put your phone on your nightstand, and take off your jeans, and your tight fitting tank top, and throw on an oversized t-shirt that used to belong to Dean.

You hear the door creak as it opens, and Dean walks in. He locks the door, and looks at you smiling.

“Ready now?”

You only nod in response, watching as he takes his shirt off and throws it to the ground.

His lips crash into yours, laying you down on the bed. He positions himself between your legs, lifting your shirt a little. You gasp as you feel his hand rubbing you from the outside of your panties. His lips depart from yours, as you close your eyes in pleasure. You missed this.

“‘Y/N, I can’t just leave you in the bunker with that monster.’ Strange, now why would my brother be texting you that?”

You open your eyes, gulping in fear.

“I was really hoping I’d get off with you, and then let you go. Never see you again. I didn’t want to kill you,” Dean’s hand wrapped around your throat. “But stupid little goody two shoes Y/N, you couldn’t keep your pretty little mouth shut.”

You tear up looking at the Dean who wasn’t Dean anymore.

“Of course, that’s why the old me loved you so much. A selfless hero, that’s what I, he, loved so much about you.”

Dean loved you. Dean loved you, but that Dean is gone. And now all you can do is see red. You shove the demon off you and run to the door, unlocking it. But before you can open the door, he grabs you by your hair and throws you against the ground. You groan in pain, attempting to get up. But he pins you to the ground.

“Nobody is going to save you, princess.”

“Dean, please, I just want to help you!”

“Who said I wanted your help?” his voice booms. “I’m going to tie you up, and make you watch me kill Sam, before I slowly kill you.”

You’re disgusted by the demon that replaced Dean. You spit in his face, and he slaps you.

“Bitch!”

“Give me back my Dean!” You scream.

“Oh he’s gone, hunny. You’re stuck with this one. But don’t worry, you’ll be too dead to miss the old Dean.”

More tears spill from your eyes, but you refuse to break down, not right now. Right now you need to focus on surviving until Sam can get to you.

Dean finds a knife from under your bed, and grabs it.

“You know, I always wanted to try a little knife play,” he smiles devilishly.

He lifts your shirt, and traces your side with the knife. He traces it down to your thigh, before digging it into your skin. You wince in pain, but it could be worse. This is him going gentle on you. You’ve seen Dean, your Dean torture demons before.

Dean continues to drag the blade against your skin, before bringing the knife up to his lips, and licking your blood off of it. You only bite your lip to hide your whimpers of pain.

He puts the knife to your skin again, just a bit deeper.

“Maybe, we could do it, one more time,” Dean suggests.

“Dean, please, no,” you beg in a hushed tone.

“I guess the knife play will have to do then,” Dean shrugs, carving into your skin.

You give up on the tough act and give in to the tears, your cries filling the room.

“Aw come on, don’t cry. It’s not fun when you’re not fighting back. Give me a challenge,” Dean frowns.

“Do what you want Dean. The Dean I loved is gone, my dad is gone, and you’re going to kill Sammy-“

“Hey, only I get to call him Sammy,” he brings the knife up to your throat.

“I don’t have anything left. I give up, you win Dean.”

But before Dean can continue, you’re both interrupted by a voice coming from your doorway.

“Get off of her!” Sam yells.

Dean looks behind him at his younger brother.

“Or what?”

“Look, it’s me you want. Leave her out of this, Dean.”

Dean stands up and walks over to his brother. You watch as Castiel walks behind Dean, and grabs him. Dean groans and tries to throw Cas off, but the angel doesn’t budge. He drags the struggling demon out of your room as Sam runs to you, helping you up.

You look at your bleeding legs, all cut up. It stings but the damage is so minor compared to other injuries you’ve gotten as a hunter. But mentally, emotionally, seeing Dean that way hurt you in ways you can’t comprehend.

You just bury your face in Sam’s chest and sob as he hugs you.

“It’s okay, Y/N, you’re okay. We’re going to get Dean back. Whatever he said, what he did, the real Dean would never do.”

You nod, you know it’s true. But seeing him do it, heading the words come out of Dean’s mouth, demon or not, the image is burned in your brain.

✰✰✰✰✰

It’s been a week since Dean was human again. You’ve been hearing Sam and Cas talk about the mark, and how they need to help Dean.

You haven’t been able to leave your room since then, you can’t face Dean. Especially with the Mark of Cain. This Dean may be more human, but there’s still a darkness in him.

Sam is worried about you, of course. He’s brought you water to your room, which you drank. But you never touched the food he brought over to you. You just laid there, thinking about what Dean did to you.

Dean loved you.

Dean hurt you. Whatever pleasant memories you had of Dean are now replaced with memories of him hurting you.

You hear a knock on the door.

“Go away Sam. I’m not hungry.”

“It’s me, Y/N,” Dean’s voice corrects you from the other side of the door.

“Y/N can’t come to the door right now, try again later.”

“Y/N, please. We need to talk about what happened.”

You sigh, getting up from your bed for the first time that week. Your feet drag along the floor, and you let Dean inside. A wave of relief comes across his face as he tries to hug you, but you jump back in fear.

“Please… I am so sorry. I would never hurt you. The real me. It kills me to know what I put you through-“

“Dean, don’t. I know it wasn’t the you that’s in front of me right now, but in a way it was. Because it was your face, your hands. You. Physically you. And I can’t get it out of my head Dean.”

You lift your shorts to reveal the cuts Dean left. You couldn’t ask Cas to heal them for you, he doesn’t have his grace.

“Please, let me make this right. Give me a second chance. I won’t ever hurt you again, I promise. I’m so so sorry.”

“Dean…” you avoid his eyes, knowing you’d melt if you’d look into them. “I just,” you choke back a sob threatening to come out.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to tell you before all this happened, but I do. I promised your dad I’d protect you, and I failed. I failed him, but most importantly I failed you. I just need a second chance, because you deserve to know you’re loved. How much you mean to me.”

You look up at him, and you were right. You melted right there, into his arms.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.” He repeats over and over, holding you close.

✰✰✰✰✰

A/N Hi! I’m Ashley, and on TikTok I used filters to choose my prompt for me! My TikTok is itsafangirlthing so if you wanna see the process of picking out my prompt I got the video there, but basically that’s why my prompt isn’t detailed. This is my first attempt of writing on tumblr, but I do have some writing in wattpad under _itsafangirlthing_ if anyone still uses it lol thanks. Byeeee

[loregirlsam]

If John had lived, do you think the boys would've gone on hunting with him after killed YED or do you think they'd have gone their seperate ways?

under the cut because it got too long

i had to think about this one for a bit, because as much as i love the thought of more scenes of john hunting with sam and dean, i also think he would throw their dynamic off. because john has a habit of keeping information from them and expecting them to follow his orders no question, and we saw how well that went between them in dead man's blood from that fight in the middle of the road (love that scene btw <333)

im going to assume in this john lives au that he still told dean to watch out for sam and that he might have to kill him, and we saw how that affected dean. i feel like this would have made dean question johns orders more and caused some tension.

and let's say sam still dies at cold oak before they kill the yed. i can't see john approving of dean making a demon deal, not because he hates sam and doesn't want him back but because he thinks with sam dead it will protect him from azazels plans and of course he doesn't want to think of dean in hell because of a deal. and he's too close to killing azazel to make the deal himself, so he burns sam himself when dean falls asleep. and then i don't think they could have gone back from that.

so if john lives in this evil au in my head, then i guess that means there's no sam :( (or at least until lucifer needs his vessel)

im sorry i don't think any of this even answered your question 😭 but in the happier version of this au i think they would have gone their separate ways, but still kept in touch and met up for the more dangerous hunts.

[gemini-sensei]

now we’ve discussed ghostface!dem, what about ghostfaces!samtory ??

YES! I saw one edit of them a while ago and I loved it.

Ghostface!SamTory

CW: murder, gore, violence, blood, typical Ghostface/Scream levels of horror, stalking, murder girlfriends. (unedited, I didn't know how to end this; I hope this is good lol)

🔪 Sam schemes and chooses who she and Tory are going to target and kill while Tory makes the calls and does the killing. Sam loves to play innocent because she can't possibly be doing anything wrong if she's not holding the knife. Tory pretends to be irritated by it, but loves watching Sam plot and act all innocent.

🔪 Sam is the one who got the costume for Tory. She says that if she were to wear it, she'd just trip over the robe because it's so long, which Tory eats up because she loves reminding Sam that she's her short little girlfriend. It does wonders in getting her to wear it too.

🔪 Sam's first target is Kyler. She absolutely hates him for how he treated her and ruined her reputation. His friends too, who only enabled his behavior and shared his view on women. Their disgusting to her, so after a lot of careful planning, she sends Tory to Kyler's house to take care of him.

🔪 She revels in the news once all the articles and reports about Kyler's death come out. Tory is right by her side, admiring her gleeful smile and giddy clap of her hands.

Sam turned to her girlfriend, smile stretched wide. With the subject matter at hand, anyone else would have thought she looked crazed, but Tory thought she looked beautiful. "I can't believe we pulled that off," she giggled. She tried to contain her excitement, but it was too much. "He's dead. He's really dead. It feels so good. Tell me again how you did it." Tory only smiled. "I called him, freaked him out a bit, then lured him outside. He walked around playing macho man for a while, too stupid to realize I'd snuck inside, then came back in and tried to play his dumb little games. Too bad I'd cut the cord to his system. Then I cut the power and he was wandering around in the dark. When he stumbled into the garage, I pushed him. He tried to hit me, but I'm a much better fighter than him. It only took two punches and a kick to him down, and once I did, I started stabbing him. Over and over and over again. He yelled and tried to fight back, but when I was tired of his screaming, I slit his throat. He choked on his own blood and I watched, making sure he paid for all the things he did to you." "All for me?" Sam asked, batting her eyes. Tory pulled her close. "Only for you." The moment brought them together in a heated make out session, with wandering hands and heavy moans. They federated their first kill between the sheets.

🔪 Tory has her own targets, of course. Her scumbag landlord for starters. Sam is all for it when she hears about the way he tried to trade rent for sex with Tory and she goes head first into finding out as much as she can about the guy. They want nothing more than to watch his blood spill onto the floor.

🔪 Tory causes some "light property damage" to the place to lure out the landlord, hiding before she can get caught. When he's inspecting the damage, she strikes. Bleeding out from the back, she sits him against the wall and gives him a little comeuppance, driving her knife through the crotch of his pants since he likes to think with his dick when doing business.

🔪 He's a mess under her thumb, crying and begging her to save him, call somebody, anything. She enjoys his weeping, just breaking this man down until she's tired of his crying, at which point she stabs him through the throat to silence him. He gurgles and spits up blood as she leaves the scene.

🔪 Days are spent reveling in their triumphs, reading every article or watching the news, talking about how dumb everyone is that they can't and won't figure out it's them. Then at night, they plot and scope out their next target. They watch everyone, getting a feel for their schedules and the people around them. Tory goes out and checks out the houses or workplaces of the person while Sam gets phone numbers, addresses, anything that's on paper. Since her dad is so business savvy and has some connections, it's not all that hard to get what she needs.

If y'all want more of this, just lmk. Or if you'd like another ship or even a poly!ship x reader with this au, lmk if you're interested.

[coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic]

Unlucky Day

SDV

Sebastian x Fem! Reader

CW: mild gore, near death experience,

This is fluff. Sweet moment between you and Sebby! I hope you enjoy.

You were doing some rounds in the mines, the TV said your luck was a little extra today so you figured to make the most of it with trying to get to the bottom of the mines. You were prepped and were doing pretty well! No infested floors and you found some ladders without having to break any stones. Nothing beats that type of trip. Though your mind was a little preoccupied, your friends Sam, Abigail and Sebastian asked if you could take them with you into the mines sometimes and you refused. Sam wasn’t too bent out of shape and Abi pouted but that was about it other than some prying and pushing with failures, but the worst one to react was Sebastian, after you explained you couldn’t protect them as well as you wanted to if they came, Sebastian seemed offended that you didn’t think he could handle himself, you knew he was upset because he went quiet, yes he was naturally quiet but this was a different quiet, he hardly replied to you afterwards. You hadn’t seen them since that conversation 2 days ago. You wanted to be better to ensure their safety. His safety. It wasn’t hard to notice your crush on Sebastian, though you didn’t want to admit your feelings for the pale skinned, dark haired man. You hardly hung out with him alone, he was usually locked up in his room and you didn’t want to bother him while he was working so you just never really got around to visiting often.

You were on floor 30 without much of a struggle, taking your time, getting ores and stone etcetera, though you could tell that this floor you just arrived at was infested, the aura in the area was a dead giveaway and you ran to the middle of the room to prepare yourself to fight the mob. You were slayin (yes slay bih) left and right, collecting slimes and bat wings and whatever other drops you obtained from your slain enemies. You thought you were done but the aura still hadn’t dissipated. You were so confused, starting to look for the way out until you heard a hushed voice behind you, as you snapped your gaze behind you, you saw a stray slime hopping towards you, with each motion ending in a sloshed and wet slap onto the ground, you stood your ground and held your sword in hand, waiting for the stupid slime to close the distance and come to its own demise, but it turned slightly and went towards a stone…? Confused you watched and you heard that voice again. “Fuckin’ hell-“ it clicked, someone followed you inside. Being surrounded by tons of enemies must’ve muted whatever sounds this person made, you hoped to whatever god they were okay.

You ran and jumped over the large stone and hit the slime, one hit killing it. Swift and painless. You wipe some of the slime that got onto you and turned around. “Are you oka- OH MY GOD.” You saw a bloodied Sebastian, he seemed to have a head injury, you saw blood running down his face and he was obviously in pain. “SEBASTIAN!” You knelt down and pulled out some first aid and a health elixir. “Here here, drink this I have more don’t worry.” You were stressed and worried. The aura in the room finally disappeared so you knew you had cleared it. You began to start ranting to this poor man. “Damnit why did you follow me?! I told you I couldn’t protect you! Now you got hurt because you snuck in! I don’t know how I didn’t notice, I’m so sorry” you rambled and rambled and he looked up at you, pained. “No I’m sorry Y/n, I was stubborn and got myself hurt on my own, a slime fucking tripped me and that’s all this is.. I think I twisted my ankle. Keep the drink thing.” He handed you the elixir back and pushed you away a bit.

“Sebastian..” he held his hand up to stop you from continuing to talk. “No. Don’t. My ego was hurt that you thought I couldn’t handle myself, I’ve been here before but never passed the first floor. I just… I’m sorry to make you worry. I’m fine really.” You shook your head and sighed. “Whatever. Let’s just get you out of here… it’s getting late anyways.” You drape his arm over your shoulder and counting him down you both stand, having him put some of his weight on you. “I’m stronger than you think Seb, lean on me more.” You wrap your free arm around his waist and hold him close for stability and so he wouldn’t have to use his bad ankle as much. Sebastian has a dust of pink on his face, not hard to notice due into his pale skin, his beautiful pale skin, okay not the time to daydream about your little gamer boy. He was injured and needed to get the hell out of there. “Are you getting a fever??” You asked, concerned about his sudden heat in his face. “N-No! I’m fine. Just, Yaknow. In pain is all.” He was lying, you being so close to him, your body pressed against him, your breasts were so soft on his side and your hand gently holding him in place, you were sweaty and he normally hates the smell of body odor but he didn’t mind yours at all, he enjoyed it. He’s never been this close to you.

After struggling to get into the elevator you press the top floor’s button and wait for it to start moving. You sigh as you both lean on the back of the elevator wall, watching as the floors pass by. You glance over at Sebastian who looks like he’s about to fall asleep, was it that late? “Sebastian?” You call out a little, he looks over at you with his eyes, they’re half shut, he calls you out in a breathy daze. He was starting to get heavier. “Seb-Sebastian!” You call out louder as his body slowly slides down the wall onto the floor, you gasp and immediately start looking for other wounds, you lift up his baggy hoodie to reveal a gash on his side opposite from where you’ve been, you shouldn’t have taken his word earlier, you should’ve checked. “Fuck!” You mutter to yourself as you pull out the elixir from earlier and try to pour it in his mouth, it was proving difficult due to him almost being unconscious.

“Shit shit shit! Sebastian stay with me!” You were strong but not strong enough to carry him all the way to Harvey, and he’s long closed by now so getting in touch with him would take too long. You pour the elixir in your mouth and don’t swallow, using your mouth as a carrier to him. You weren’t even thinking about you basically kissing the man, as your lips interlocked you poured the liquid into his mouth, making sure he swallowed it. As you waited for the elixir to do its magic you ripped off your flannel and bundled it up to soak up the blood that was leaving his body. Tear filling your eyes, your voice breaking. “Sebastian please be ok, please God be okay!” You had long arrived to the top floor but you didn’t care, you couldn’t do anything but drag the man and that would make things much worse you’re sure.

You start sobbing as you see the unmoving, barely breathing Sebastian lay before you, hardly being able to bare the sight of it, you heard your heart shatter, thinking this was gonna be the last time you see him. You think nothing but the worst and you clutch his hoodie and put your head on his chest, heaving and sobbing your poor little eyes out. I mean wailing. You hadn’t cried like this in a long time, not even for your Grandfather. “Sebastian I am so so so sorry… please don’t die… I love you please don’t die…”

Your confession not phasing you, needing to say it. He had to know if he was gonna die. “Please don’t leave me alone here…” he croaked and you felt you body getting weaker as time went on. His breathing was light and weak, you weren’t leaving him, not now.

What felt like hours had passed, his breathing barely there, you tried another elixir to see if he could wake up but you almost ran out of willpower. Until you felt him move, it was small but it was a movement. “Sebastian??” You called out softly, your heart swelling with hope.

“Y-y/n?” He whispered out, opening his eyes and trying to move, immediately stopping and regretting his choice. “Ow- fuckin hell-“ you gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck, sobbing all over again, your face red and puffy already. “Sebastian I thought you died!!” You cried out, not letting go. He lets out a soft groan of pain as you basically attack this wounded man.

“Ah- Y/n. Hey. Calm down I’m here I’m here.” He spoke softly and let out a chuckle, followed by another soft groan of pain. During all this he somehow sat up on the wall, you still hugging his torso, refusing to let any form of space come between you, crying your heart out. Sebastian stroked your hair and gave you soft shh sounds, “I’m okay! It’s alright.” He pulled you away softly and cupped you cheek, having you look at him. Gosh even through your tears you were pretty. “I’m here. With you.” He whispered and pulled you close into a kiss, it was sweet and soft and quick. You finally caught your breath, more like you choked on air. Shocked he just did that.

“I love you too.” He grinned, you felt even more tears streaming down your face as he said those special words. “You.. you heard me?” He nodded. “I also felt both times you gave me that elixir stuff. It’s not tasty.” Your face turned a shade a red you never thought was possible. “I- I had to!” You began to defend as he smiled knowingly all to well you did that for his well-being. He winced once again in pain and sighed. “Can we, get out of here? I can hobble with your help I’m sure. I’ll just be sore.” You nod and help him up and make your way back to his house, it was closer than yours so it was your default.

Unfortunately Robin is pretty adamant on locking her doors at 8 o’clock sharp every night and just his luck he left his keys in his room. With relentless teasing on the way back to your farm, you finally make it back to your quaint home, welcoming him in. “Don’t worry about the sheets just lay down okay?” You say as you help him onto the bed. He groaned and sighed a sigh of relief as his body can finally rest fully. “Thank you Y/n.. really” he was gonna sleep hard tonight. “Of course Seb, I’ll see you in the morning.” You say, about to exit to leave him in your bed. “Wait” he called out. “Sleep by me?” He more so begged than asked with his tone, he didn’t want to be alone. You were more than happy to oblige in his request. You nodded and changed in the other room into something a little more comfy. Laying beside him, knowing he can’t really sleep on either side comfortably you held his hand and snuggled up beside him.

“Don’t ever leave me okay?” You say as you start drifting off to sleep.

“I wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart.” He squeezed your hand and fell into slumber shortly after.

[maryhadalittlehobby]

No liveblog for the first episode so have this little recap/review.

E1 "What can the damned say to the damned"

E2"Do you know what it means to be loved by Death"-livebog

Off the bat these light hearted smooth Jazz had me like huh? oh this gonna be different huh?

What is the significance of them perching on this statue. It looks like its of Pegasus-the winged horse in greek mythology but it also looks like it has another part to it. Now in one myth he was born from the blood of a beheaded woman!! Forshadowing?

I could listen to Louis speak in his Nola accent ALL DAY. Jacob love you are killing it. HospiTAL

Another interesting thing-he is losing his French after only 5+ years?Something something about distancing himself from Lestat

Also I hope that Staten Island reference was a nod to our other favorite vamps who live in Staten Island

my girl is a thief lol

"You tell me what it is to be a woman and Ill tell you what it is to be a woman " Ok COOK Claudia

Gauche!! our first looks and words from our coven!

Loumand keep repeating that they have been together 77 years . We get it babes. Daniel feels that way too. And the slight to Lestat-thats FORTY SEVEN more than he spent with him. So proud of that lol

THEY ARE DAMN NEAR SITTING ON TOP OF EACH OTHER!

Claudia and Louis really were damn baby birds. How the hell did they not sense these vampires stalking them in the open a few feet away lol

Louis little neck tie I cant!

Is that how you sell yourself yourself 🤝🏾A lie I told myself about myself

"Yeah" I like how both Louis and Armand later mimic Eric's voice saying it

"I don't know what I need- Maybe a new brain in my head" omg can they stop!! I do not want this!

My Louis is happy. Or at least not sad. And it looks good on him!

Claudia and Madeline's first interaction Its funny how its so antagonistic

I love how Claudia has PURPOSELY chosen to butcher the French accent. We see she can master languages and accents easily from their time in easter Europe. Another FU to Lestat. He would hate it lol

Why is Louis sooooo loopy in Dubai lol Is it the Sun? Is he fighting off the dead sleep? Something is up. Our young friends

I was a rougher thing🤝🏾 I was and armored thing

WHERE are the BRAVE MEN I WAS PROMISED?!

This background blur perspective bro. Something is WRONG is this Armand fucking with us too

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT (for amand at least) Im sick Louis looks scared shitless lol

I LOVE that lavender dress especially without the caplet

SANTIBABY has arrived and I'm sat! That monologue! it rivals Jacobs confession booth!

I have a mighty need to cosplay him Im sorry

Louis looking lovingly at Claudia as she enjoys the theatre mirroring Louis lovingly looking at Lestat as he enjoyed the Opera. Kill me now

Louis thinking WHY DO YOU DO THIS SANTIAGO?

Eglee being a astrology girly is so funny

Daniel KILLED me with his telenovella spiel

Vermouth and annihilation. Vermouth is said to tastes light, florally and even medicinal. Annihilation means complete destruction so aka Lestat tastes nasty lol. I wonder if Louis would agree. We cut from them quickly so...

Louis being surprised by Armand's tirst with the father and son!

I want to lick these two. We got to stay away from Estelle if we can😂

She felt their lust!oh man what was she feeling when Louis and Lestat were NM

Roget said :or maybe Lestat is sleeping" Does he know he is a vampire?! Has that knowlege been passed down through generations?

My Louis. I'm already in pieces

Sam bodied that letter reading. I fucking teared up.

But why the Brad Pit Blowout . He got his hair did in pugatorty and we can tell

LesDot de Lioncoouuurrr Ok sir we get it.

"Lestat Lestat Lestat" Daniel too?! Lol

Danny can dish it but he can't take but alsoLouis please! Leave my grandpa alone

I love how the trailers really tricked us into thinking so much. I though the letter reading scene was a revisit of the Ms Lily threesome scene. I thought the after math scene was Danny somehow driving as wedge between Loumand but it was just Louis being pissed/upset at Daniel for making a joke of his pain. And i know so many others thought the same. We really don't know shit!

Amand is Alice truthers IDK but I think Armand was there. How was could he know what Alice was thinking

Louis falling asleep might as well be him calling Santiago a buffoon lol Persona non grata- a person not favored or welcomed.

And nooo I didn't get the bottom of the Beret look for Claudia correct for my cosplay. We didn't have a full shot so I took a guess. Oh well. She is wearing dark pants for her bottoms. I wonder why she is in pants? Have they become more fashionable/acceptable for women to wear in the 40's ? Or is she rebelling against the fashion of the time?

The way I was squirming and squeeling when we first saw this estate scene at nycc 2023. I was like" am I a loumand girlie now??" I can't deny they look good together and have amazing chemistry

Another goddam beheading reference. What is this 4 now?!

My Dear American friend you are a horrible liar lol That little switch in Amands demeaner with DONT. Chills!

Louis please don't start pretending to fit in and like what these fiends are doing babes. He was so happy at the start of the episide but we leave him with a conflicted fake smile😞

This episode was WILD!I'm obsessed with the visual choices, the music choices, the jokes with the juxposition of these deeply dramatic moments. How is this all in one episode?! How did it not feel rushed with so much happening. It was brillant and has moved up to my 2nd favorite episode between both parts. I could never have predicted this tonal change. This is the best show around. I am cladia at the theatre- wide eyed and clapping furiously. Brava! Bravo!

[deanswaywardgirl]

On The Head of a Pin

Okay, so this is a rewrite of season 4 episode 16. Enjoy! Feedback is much appreciated. :)

Pamela Barnes was dead. And Faith could tell the Winchesters felt responsible, not to mention fed up with the whole thing. To Faith, they were fighting a war that would determine whether the apocalypse would even begin. During war, there were casualties, whether they liked it or not, but that didn't erase the frustration and guilt they were all feeling. She swallowed hard as she listened to the two of them, able to hear them even though she was half asleep.

"Ruby will meet us outside Cheyenne. She's been tracking some leads." Dean rolled his eyes and breathed deeply in response. "Look, I know she's not exactly on your Christmas list, but if she can help us get to Lilith--" "Hey, man, work with Ruby, don't. I don't really give a rat's ass." "What's your problem?" "Pamela didn't want anything to do with this, and we dragged her back into it, Sam." Sam paused, the guilt flashing across his features. "She knew what was at stake," he said quietly. "Oh yeah. Saving the world. And we're doing such a damn good job of it." "Dean--" "I'm tired of burying friends, Sam," Dean cut his brother off, licking his lips as he sat up in the seat. "Look, we catch a fresh trail--" "And we follow it, I know. Like I said, I'm just-- I'm just getting tired." "Well, get angry." Faith sat up, giving up on the car nap idea. "Alright, you two, enough." "Oh, she speaks," Dean commented, his voice still rough from sleep. "Well, with you two up here bickering, makes it hard for a girl to get her beauty sleep." It wasn't long before Sam pulled up in front of their motel room.

  "Ah, home crappy home," Dean grunted. Sam trudged in behind him and flipped on the lights, revealing two angels who were well and truly hated amongst the three of them. "Winchester, Winchester, and the abomination," Uriel commented, his hands in his pockets. Castiel stood back, off to the side, silent. Like a slave obeying his master.

"Oh come on." Dean growled. "You're needed," Uriel said, ignoring his jab. Faith rolled her eyes as she put her backpack down on the table. "Needed? We just got back from needed," Dean snapped at the angel. "Now, you mind your tone with me," Uriel warned. "No, you mind your damn tone with us," Dean pressed, taking a step toward the angel, his fists clenched at his sides. Sam moved between them, pressing an arm against Dean's torso, his eyes moving to the angel. "We just got back from Pamela's funeral." "Pamela. You know, psychic Pamela? You remember her. Cas, you remember her. You burned her eyes out. Remember that? Good times. Yeah, then she died, saving one of your precious seals. So maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five freaking minutes!" Dean shouted.

Faith rubbed her forehead with her fingertips and moved to Dean's side, glaring at the angels. "Alright! Enough! Dean, enough. Uriel, what the hell do you want? Besides to piss Dean off and raise his blood pressure?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "We raised him out of Hell for OUR purposes," Uriel said, his voice still calm, though Faith could tell he was getting impatient. Dean came to flank Faith, his eyes on the angel. "Yeah, what were those again? What exactly did you want from me?" Dean asked.

"Start with gratitude," Uriel replied, his eyes moving to Dean, just over Faith's shoulder. "Oh." Dean sarcastically smiled and touched his chest, before he dropped it, his eyes moving to Castiel. "Dean, we know this is difficult to understand-" the angel spoke. "And WE don't care," Uriel finished, after giving Castiel a significant look. "Now, seven angels have been murdered, all of them from our garrison. The last one was killed tonight." "Demons? How they doing it?" Dean asked. "We don't know," Uriel replied. "I'm sorry, but what do you want us to do about it? I mean, a demon with the juice to ice angels has to be out of our league, right?" Sam asked, cutting in. "We can handle the demons, thank you very much." "Obviously not," Faith replied. "Or you wouldn't be out seven angels. Its a real shame you're not one of them," she added, sliding her hands into her back pockets. "So, you need our help hunting a demon?" Dean asked, leaning on the back of a chair. Castiel stepped forward, joining the small group, but still standing behind Uriel. "Not quite. We have Alastair." "Great. He should be able to name your trigger man." "But he won't talk. Alastair's will is very strong. We've arrived at an impasse." "Yeah, well, he's like a black belt in torture. I mean, you guys are out of your league."

"That's why we've come to his student." Dean's eyes darkened and Faith's head shot up as she turned around to face the angel, growling under her breath, coming to stand beside Dean. "You happen to be the most qualified interrogator we've got," Uriel continued, his eyes narrowed. Dean looked down, and swallowed hard. "Dean, you're our best hope," Castiel told him, regret on his face. "No. No way. You can't ask me to do this, Cas. Not this." Dean glanced up at Castiel, his eyes pleading, but otherwise no emotion on his face.

"Not a chance in Hell," Faith added, her eyes cold as she glanced between Uriel and Castiel. Uriel slowly approached Dean. "Who said anything about asking?" he asked. Faith had a hold of Dean's jacket, and the four of them disappeared from the room, leaving Sam behind. "Damn it!" Sam exclaimed.

In the barely lit room stood Dean, Faith, Uriel, and Castiel. He moved towards the door on the other side of the room and glanced through the small window to see the demon chained up and trapped on a hexacle standing in the middle of a devil's trap. "This devil's trap is Old Enochian. He's bound completely," Castiel told Dean. Faith glanced at Uriel, her jaw clenched. Dean turned and moved back to Faith's side, she being the only one in the vicinity that he trusted.

"That's fascinating. Where's the door?" "Where are you going?" Castiel asked. "Hitch back to Cheyenne, thank you very much," Dean replied. He and Faith walked past Uriel, then stopped, Uriel blocking their way. "Move it, asshat," Faith growled, her fists clenched, the angel getting on her last nerve. Uriel glared at them both with a sadistic smirk. "Angels are dying," he reported, his eyes on Dean. "Everybody's dying these days. And hey, I get it. You're all powerful. You can make me do whatever you want. But you can't make me do this," Dean growled, turning to glance at Castiel over his shoulder for some assistance. Castiel approached the three of them.

"This is too much to ask, I know. But we have to ask it." Dean watched Castiel for a moment, then turned back to Uriel. Faith ran her hand through her hair with a sigh, shaking her head at Castiel, her jaw clenched. "I want to talk to Cas alone," Dean told Uriel.

"I think I'll go see revelation. We might have some further orders," Uriel said, his eyes still on Dean, who smirked. "Well get some donuts while you're out." Uriel laughed. "Ah, this one won't quit, will he? I think I'm starting to like you, boy. Can't say the same for your abomination, here," he said, his eyes flashing on Faith. 

Dean gently pulled her behind him and watched him vanish, then turned to Castiel. "You guys don't walk enough. You're gonna get flabby." Faith snorted, but they didn't receive a reaction from Castiel. "You know, I'm starting to think junkless has a better sense of humor than you do." "Uriel's the funniest angel on the garrison. Ask anyone." Dean sighed and walked up to Castiel. "What's going on, Cas? Since when does Uriel put a leash on you?" "My superiors have begun to question my sympathies." "Your sympathies?" Dean asked, arching a brow.

"I was getting too close to the humans in my charge. You. They feel I've begun to express emotions. The doorways to doubt. This can impair my judgment." Dean closed his eyes and stepped past him towards the door, looking through the small window. "Well tell Uriel, or whoever...you do not want me doing this, trust me." He swallowed hard, hoping this last attempt would convince Castiel. "Want it, no. But I've been told we need it." "You ask me to open that door and walk through it, you will not like what walks back out." Castiel glanced at Faith. "This is why we've allowed her to be here." Faith glanced from Castiel to Dean and back. "Me?"

Dean turned and glanced at Faith, swallowing hard. "I don't want her seeing me like that." She sighed and moved to him. "Dean, nothing you do will make me look at you differently. Alistair's a demon, he deserves this, especially for everything he did to you in the basement. If you want, I'll do it." "No." Dean shook his head as he glanced at her. "I won't let you be like me." Faith smiled. "Dean, there's nothing wrong with you, believe me, I know." She winked at him and held her hand out to him. "Trust me. I won't let anything happen to you in there," she said. Dean sighed and licked his lips as he took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Dean wheeled a loaded cart covered with a cloth into the room where Alastair was imprisoned. The demon watched Dean as he entered, and grinned, starting to sing and moving within the chains as though he was dancing.

"Heaven, I'm in heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. I seem to find the happiness I seek, when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek..." Dean pulled the cloth off the cart, revealing an assortment of torture implements, earning a laugh from the strung up demon. Dean ignored him. "I'm sorry. This is a very serious, very emotional situation for you. I shouldn't laugh, it's just that--I mean, are they serious? They sent you to torture me?" Dean turned to face him and swallowed. 

Faith settled in a backwards chair, out of the way but within eyesight. Her eyes were dark with hatred for the demon in front of them. There was a part of her that wanted to tear him to shreds. "You got one chance. One. Tell me who's killing angels. I want a name." "You think I'll see all your scary toys and spill my guts?" "Oh you'll spill your guts, one way or another. I just didn't wanna ruin my shoes." Alastair's eyes flashed down to his shoes and worked their way back up. "Now answer the question." "Or what? You'll work me over? But then, maybe, you don't want to. Maybe you're a little scared to," he said in a sing-song voice. "I'm here, aren't I?" Dean asked, his face reading no emotion. "Not entirely. You left part of yourself back in the pit. Let's see if we can get the two of you back together again, shall we?" "You're gonna be disappointed," Dean remarked, turning to head back to the cart. "You have not disappointed me so far. Come on, you gotta want a little payback for everything I did to you. For all the pokes and prods. Hm?" Dean ignored him, but Faith knew Dean and could see the slightest flinch in his features, and the smallest stiffen of his shoulders. "No? Um...how about for all the things I did to your daddy?" Faith's eyes widened as she watched Dean's head raise up. "Uh oh," she said softly.

Back at the motel, Sam opened the door for Ruby.

"I can still smell them. Seriously, Sam, I'm not exactly dying to tangle with angels again." Sam closed the door and turned to her. "I need you to find out where they took Dean." Ruby's brows furrowed. "Not sure I see the problem. You know they have Alastair strung up six ways from Sunday. Dean cuts himself a slice, Al's reduced to a quivering heap, and the good guys get the goods. What's wrong with that?" she asked, shrugging. "He can't do it," Sam said, simply. "Look, I get it. You don't want him going all torture master again." "No, I mean, he can't do it. He can't get the job done. Something happened to him downstairs, Ruby. He's not what he used to be. He's not strong enough." "And you are?" Ruby asked. Sam sighed and swallowed hard. "I will be." "I had your pop on my rack for close to a century," Alastair told Dean. "You can't stall forever," Dean countered, focused on what he was doing. Faith was now standing against the wall on the other side of the cart, her eyes on Dean, praying she could pull him back from the edge. "John Winchester. Made a good name for himself. A hundred years. After each session, I'd make him the same offer I made you. I'd put down my blade if he picked one up." "Just give me the demon's name, Alastair," Dean said, calmly ignoring his subtle jabs at Dean's control. "But he said nein each and every time. Oh, and damned if I couldn't break him." Dean slid his leather jacket off his shoulders and handed it to Faith with a wink, earning a soft smile and wink back from her as she folded it over her arm. "Pulled out all the stops, but John, he was, well, made of something unique. The stuff of heroes. And then came Dean. Dean Winchester. I thought I was up against it again." 

Dean drank from a large of bottle of something Faith guessed was alcoholic. "But Daddy's little girl, he broke. He broke in thirty. Oh, just not the man your daddy wanted you to be, huh, Dean?" Dean stiffly put the bottle down. "Now." Dean finally glanced up at Faith, who swallowed hard, before he turned to Alastair.

"You know something, Alastair? I could still dream. Even in Hell. And over and over and over, you know what I dreamt? I dreamt of this moment." A nervous look took over Alastair's features, and Dean picked up a rather large needle. "And believe me, I got a few ideas," he said as he filled the needle from the jigger, sprayed a little water from it, and moved over to Alastair. "Let's get started." Faith swallowed as she watched Dean. From the next room, Castiel stood, his eyes on the door as he heard Alastair's screams.

"Oh man. Ooh," Alastair cried. Dean laid the needle back on the cart with his other tools. "Let me know if you want any more of this. There's plenty left." Alastair weakly lifted his head. "Go directly to hell. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars," he commented, causing Faith to scoff and shake her head. Dean smiled. Ruby chanted, holding a lit candle to the corner of a map. Sam watched the fire spread around the edges. "Relax, the fire's our friend. Besides, the only part of the map we need is the 'where's Dean?' part. Out." The flames instantly vanished, the map charred to unreadability; a small circle in the middle completely untouched. "There. Your brother's there," Ruby said, pointing to the small town in the center. "It's a good thing angels aren't concerned with hiding their dirty business. Not used to being spied on. I mean, who'd be stupid enough to try?" Sam turned halfway, his eyes on the floor. "Ruby, its been weeks. I need it." "You don't seem too happy about it." "You think I wanna do this? This is the last thing I--" Sam sat on the bed an sighed, glancing up at her. "But I need to be strong enough." Ruby straddled him. "It's okay. It's okay, Sammy. You can have it." She leaned in and kissed him before pulling a knife from an ankle sheath and cutting her arm, drawing blood. Sam leaned down and attached his lips to her arm, drinking it straight from the vein while Ruby stroked his hair. "It's okay, Sam," she whispered, smirking.

Dean held up Ruby's knife while Alastair looked on. "There's that little pig-poker. I wondered where it went." Dean dipped a ladle into a large bowl of holy water and poured it over the blade. "Do you really think this is gonna fix you? Give you closure? That is sad. That's really sad. Sad, sad." Dean approached Alastair, watching him for a moment, then stabbed him, his lip curling as a sizzling sounded in the room. "I carved you into a new animal, Dean. There's no going back," he growled. Faith's eyes slightly narrowed as she watched the exchange between the two and stood up off the column. "Maybe you're right. But now it's my turn to carve." "No!" Alastair cried in pain. Unbeknownst to all three of them, a faucet in the back corner of the room turned, beginning to drip right onto the chalk of the devil's trap on the floor.  

Faith stepped closer to Dean, but gave him a moment. "Dean...hey!" she called, then gently touched his arm, startled when he ripped his arm away from her, his attention still on the demon in front of him. "Dean, hey, look at me," she said and firmly turned him to face her, cupping his face in her hands. "Come back to me," she whispered, swallowing hard. "It's me," she said, ignoring the demon behind Dean. "You're here, I'm here, its okay," she reassured him, smiling warmly when he blinked and glanced down at her, his eyes softening. She released him and licked her lips before gently patting his chest before moving away from him.

It was then the lights above them flickered that Faith looked up at the ceiling before looking back out the door to see a certain red headed angel. Her fists clenched at her sides before she turned back to Dean. "I'll be back, okay? I'll be right back."

"Why are you letting Dean do this?" Anna asked Castiel. "He's doing God's work," Castiel said, his hands in his pockets. "Torturing? That's God's work? Stop him, Cas. Please. Before you ruin the one real weapon you have." "Who are we to question the will of God?" Castiel asked, still not facing her. "Unless this isn't His will." "Then where do the orders come from?" "I don't know. One of our superiors, maybe, but not him."

The red headed angel, Anna, touched Castiel's hand. "These orders are wrong, and you know it. But you can do the right thing. You're afraid, Cas. I was too. But together, we can still--" "Get the hell out," Faith growled, having been standing in the room the whole time. "What the hell do you want?" she asked, having earned Anna's attention. She opened her mouth to say something when Cas spoke. "Together?" He yanked his hand away from under hers. "I am nothing like you. You fell. Go." 

Faith arched a brow as she clenched her jaw, gripping her blade tightly in case she tried anything. "And while you're at it. Stay the hell away from my boys, you traitorous poisonous bitch." The light above Faith blew to pieces as her eyes glowed. Anna turned back to Cas. "Cas." "Go," he ordered once more, his expression daring her to test his patience. As she vanished, Faith nodded at Castiel before turning and going back into the room with Dean and Alastair. 

The demon spit out blood and holy water, his eyes moving to Faith. "Welcome back, princess. You missed all the fun stuff," he said, giving her a sadistic smile. Faith smiled as she moved up to Alastair and back handed him across the face, her eyes glowing. "Don't talk to me, you disgusting monster." "Ooo, I like her, Dean. She has fire. Come on, hit me again." He licked his lips as his eyes traveled over Faith and back up to her face. "Don't you want a real man, sweets? I know Lucifer would love a piece of you," he said. Dean snarled as he came up beside Faith, but she gently touched his chest before she turned back to Alastair and leaned up to his ear. "Then tell him to come get me. I'll be waiting," she said before backing away. Alastair sighed and turned to Dean, shaking his head.

"You're just not getting deep enough. Well, you lack the resources. Reality is just, I don't know, too concrete up here. Honestly, Dean...." Dean ignored him once more and poured salt into another container. "You have no idea how bad it really was, and what you really did for us." "Shut up," Dean whispered. "The whole bloody thing, Dean. The reason Lilith wanted you there in the first place." "Well, then I'll just make you shut up." Dean grabbed Alastair's chin. "Lilith really--" Dean cut him off by pouring salt into Alastair's mouth, the demon trying to scream around it.

Alastair spit out blood and tried to breathe. "Something caught in my throat. I think it's my throat." "Well strap in, 'cause I'm just starting to have fun," Dean said, then turned and went back to his cart. "You know, it was supposed to be your father," Alastair continued, watching Dean pour out more holy water. "He was supposed to bring it on. But, in the end, it was you." "Bring what on?" "Oh, every night, the same offer, remember? Same as your father." Dean shook salt onto the blade of Ruby's knife. "And finally you said, 'sign me up.' Oh, the first time you picked up my razor, the first time you sliced into that weeping bitch...." Dean turned to face the demon when he didn't finish. "That was the first seal." Dean didn't visibly react as he stepped closer. "You're lying." "And it is written that the first seal should be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in Hell. As he breaks, so shall it break." 

Dean turned away, his eyes moving to Faith, her own eyes on the floor, a sad look apparent on her face. "We had to break the first seal before any others. Only way to get the dominoes to fall, right? Topple the one at the front of the line." Faith could see the fear and shock on Dean's face and dropped her eyes before closing them completely. "When we win, when we bring on the apocalypse and burn this earth down, we'll owe it all to you, Dean Winchester." Dean closed his eyes, trying not to react. "Believe me, son, I wouldn't lie about this. It's kind of a religious sort of thing with me." The demon glanced behind him and noticed the dripping faucet and the broken edge of the devil's trap. "No, I don't think you are lying. But even if the demons do win..." He picked up Ruby's knife, but didn't notice the look on Faith's face, her eyes widened with fear. "You won't be there to see it," he said and turned to see Alastair there behind him, out of the chains. "You should talk to your plumber about the pipes." The demon punched Dean and sent Faith flying into a column where she crumpled and curled into a ball, laying there for a moment to clear the blurriness at the edges of her vision.

Faith watched from the floor where Alastair was holding her as he punched Dean repeatedly before dropping him and lifting him by the throat and pinning him to the hexacle, his feet not touching the floor. 

Faith screamed and tried to move, the demon's hold too strong. Tears of fear fell down her cheeks as she looked on helpless. She only hoped someone would come in that door, her eyes moving to it, almost willing Sam or Cas to walk through it. She moved her eyes back to Dean. "NO! ALASTAIR!" she cried. "You've got a lot to learn, boy. So, I'll see you back in class bright and early Monday morning." Faith felt the hold on her loosen and glanced up to see Castiel behind Alastair with Ruby's knife. The demon dropped Dean and focused on Castiel. 

Faith crawled over to Dean and gently rolled him over, holding his head in her lap, caressing his cheek before glancing up at the angel and demon fighting. She turned her blue eyes back down to Dean and smiled sadly, her tears falling onto his face. "Get out of here, Faith. He'll kill you." The girl shook her head and stroked his cheek. "I'm not leaving you, ever. You hear me?" she asked.

Castiel stabbed Alastair in the heart with the knife. It sparked gold light, but not as much as when it kills. "Well, almost. Looks like God is on my side today." Castiel lifted his hand twisted the knife. Alastair grunted in pain and pulled the knife out before tossing it away and charging Castiel. Faith glanced back down at Dean to see him close his eyes. "Dean, stay with me, okay? Come on, Dean, you're gonna be okay." She looked up at the angel and demon, stroking Dean's cheek with her thumb, for the moment not caring that she was covered in his blood. "Well, like roaches, you celestials. Now, I really wish I knew how to kill you. But all I can do is send you back to Heaven." The demon started chanting in Latin, a blue light appearing in Castiel's eyes and mouth. The chanting stopped when Alastair was slammed against the far wall, Castiel slumping against the wall. Faith and Castiel both glanced up to see Sam, one hand raised. "Stupid pet tricks," Alastair said. "Who's murdering the angels? How are they doing it?" Sam asked. Faith sent a quivering cold glare at the demon, just glad Sam was there with them. At the moment, she was grateful for his abilities. Her eyes dropped back down to Dean, still unconscious in her arms. "You think I'm gonna tell you?" Alastair asked Sam, his head moving around as if he were trying to squirm out of Sam's hold. "Yeah, I do," Sam replied, then twisted his hand, causing Alastair's eyes to roll white and to choke. "How are the demons killing angels?" "I don't know." "Right." "It's not us. We're not doing it." "I don't believe you." "Lilith is not behind this. She wouldn't kill seven angels. Oh, she'd kill a hundred, a thousand." Sam dropped his hand, but stood just as tall. Faith glanced up at him and swallowed hard, then glanced down at Dean and brushed a tender kiss to his forehead before taking his hand. "We're all here, Dean, you'll be okay. You're safe now," she whispered against his head. "I promise. I'm not leaving you. Ever." Another tear fell down her cheek as she rested her head against his and closed her eyes. "Oh, go ahead. Send me back, if you can." Sam smirked at the demon. "I'm stronger than that now. Now, I can kill." Sam lifted his hand again and a gold light flared inside Alastair as he screamed. The host holding the demon collapsed, dead.

Having managed to get Dean to a hospital and stabilized, Faith finally felt like she could breathe, though every time she looked at the bruising, more tears would fall. She didn't let go of his hand and laced their fingers together, smiling warmly as she looked up at Sam when he gestured that he was stepping out for a moment. She glanced over her shoulder to see Castiel standing there. Anger flashed in her eyes as she stood up and looked down at Dean. She leaned down and kissed his cheek. "I'll be right back." She followed Sam out of the room and shoved the angel against the wall, an angel blade to his throat. "You bastards did this to him."

"Faith-" "No, you listen to me. Heal him now. He didn't want to participate in your little exercise with Alastair. You and Uriel put him in there with that animal." "No." Sam gently pulled Faith off him and glared at the angel. "Heal him. Miracle. Now." "I don't know what happened. That trap...it shouldn't have broken. I am sorry." Faith shook her head, snarling. "Shove it up your ass. And next time, do the torturing yourself. Cause if this EVER happens again, to either of them, you won't have to worry about some angel killer. You'll have me to deal with." She moved past him back into Dean's room. "This whole thing was pointless. You understand that? The demons aren't doing the hits. Something else is killing your soldiers," Sam said. "Perhaps Alastair was lying," Castiel tried, grasping at straws. "No, he wasn't." It wasn't long before Sam came back into the room, but lingered in the doorway with a sigh. "Where's the angel?" Faith asked, holding Dean's hand again, afraid to let go. "He went to see if he could find Uriel. How is he?" Sam asked. Faith shook her head, more tears falling. "Same." "You really care for him, don't you?" he asked, circling back around to his own chair. Faith slightly blushed. "Am I that obvious?" she asked with a warm smile. Sam chuckled. "Please, you might as well have it written on your forehead." Faith smiled and laughed softly, shrugging one shoulder. "Wow, I can only hope he's clueless, then." Her eyes moved to Dean before her smile faded and her eyes fell. "Hey," Sam said softly, earning her attention. "He's gonna be okay. You know Dean, it'll take alot more than this to keep him down." 

Faith nodded. "I know. Its just bad memories. Last time he was in a hospital, he was in a coma. I can't lose him, Sam. I can't lose either one of you," she said, smiling softly. "You're my family."

"Faith...hey.." The brunette stirred in her sleep before sitting up and seeing Dean's eyes open. "Where's Sam?" he asked, his voice scatchy from not using it. Faith rubbed her eyes. "Uh, he went back to the motel a couple hours ago. I insisted that I'd stay. And I'm glad I did. How you feeling?" she asked, relieved that he was awake and talking. "Like I got punched by a pissed off demon," he said, turning his head and closing his eyes before glancing back at her and swallowing hard. "Can I have some water?" he asked. Faith nodded and grabbed the cup with the straw before moving to the sink and filling it up. She then moved back to the bed and lowered the straw to his lips, letting him drink for as long as he needed. When she pulled the cup back, she set it close by and turned back to him. "Better?" she asked, earning a nod. "You shouldn't be here." "Dean, why wouldn't I be here?" "Come on, Faith, you heard what Alastair said. He wasn't lying." Faith closed her eyes and licked her lips with a nod. "I know. Dean, I am so sorry." Dean shook his head. "For what? Starting the apocalypse? Wait, that's on me. Faith, I'm a monster," he said, tears welling up in his eyes, turning his head from her. "No." Faith gently turned his face back to her, but a stern look was on her face. "Dean Winchester, you listen to me. This was not your fault. You're human, and even more, you had no idea." "I broke the first seal, Faith, knowingly or not." Faith shook her head as she stroked his cheek. "I'm a monster." "No, you're not. You're a hero." She gently gripped his chin. "You're MY hero. To be honest, Dean, you were the only one down there I cared about. Cause at the end of the day, you and Sam were all I had here. So, I don't care. You and Sam have beaten every single big bad you've come up against, we'll beat this one too. Lilith or Lucifer. Doesn't matter." 

Dean couldn't help but smile at the girl. "You're insane." The girl shrugged. "I know. Duh. It's a gift." She winked down at him and smiled, then looked up when Castiel appeared. Faith glared at him, laying the angel blade across her lap. "Are you alright?" the angel asked. "No thanks to you," Dean said, swallowing hard. "You need to be more careful." "You need to learn how to manage a damn devil's trap." "That's not what I mean. Uriel is dead." Dean glanced at the angel sat beside him. "Was it demons?" he asked. "It was disobedience. He was working against us." 

Faith scoffed and shook her head. "So I was right. Dean's here for nothing." She stood and glared at the angel across from her. "Faith.." Dean gently touched her shoulder and nudged her back down before laying his arm back down. "Is it true? Did I break the first seal? Did I start all this?" he asked, swallowing hard. Faith glared at Castiel, shaking her head as her eyes dropped. "Yes. When we discovered Lilith's plan for you, we laid siege to Hell and we fought our way to get to you before you--" "Jump started the apocalypse," Dean finished, cutting him off. "But we were too late." "Too late? What the hell took y'all so long? My god, Castiel, you're a bunch of dumbasses," Faith scolded, getting up and going to the window. 

The room was quiet for several minutes before she returned to Dean's side. "Why didn't you just leave me there, then?" Faith gently squeezed Dean's hand, not knowing what to say to help him feel better. "It's not blame that falls on you, Dean, it's fate. The righteous man who begins it is the only one who can finish it. You have to stop it." Faith shook her head as she looked up at the angel. "Lucifer? The apocalypse? What does that mean?" he asked. Faith growled. "Answer him, dammit. What does it mean?!" "I don't know," Castiel said. "Bull!" Dean replied. "I don't. Dean, they don't tell me much. I know our fate rests with you."

"Well then you guys are screwed. I can't do it, Cas. It's too big. Alastair was right. I'm not all here, I'm not--I'm not strong enough. Well, I guess I'm not the man either of our dads wanted me to be. Find someone else. It's not me." Faith kept her glare on the angel. "Hey, you and me. Outside. Now." She glanced at Dean and stroked his cheek with a warm smile. "As for you, remember what I said. I don't care what the winged dicks say, you're not doing this alone, and you never will. I'm here, and Sam's here. We're with you, no matter what they say." She turned back on Castiel before going out of the room. When he showed, she hit him. "How dare you, you stupid son of a bitch. You winged dingbats epically fail to save him from Hell, and now you tell him that the fate of the world is on his shoulders?" "Faith, its his destiny." "That's bullshit, and you know it. I've never believed in destiny. You assholes failed to save him from Hell, that's on you, so you fight your own war. Leave the Winchesters out of it. You tell Michael to stay the hell away from Dean. Or, since you people can't do anything right, send him to me, and I'll do it myself. Get out of this hospital before you find out how much of a monster I can be." Her eyes glowed before she went into Dean's room and slammed the door behind her before leaning her head against it and closing her eyes. "You alright?" Dean asked. Faith turned to face him and nodded. "I should be asking you that. You're the one in a hospital bed with a drip attached to you." She sat back down beside him and turned the tv on, switching it on to Golden Girls. She glanced back at Dean and smirked. "You know you love this show." Dean smirked and shook his head before leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

@twinkleinadiamondsky @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior @wearywinchester​  @avanatural​ @mvdeanw​

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 59

Jus in Bello/The Runaway Bride

“Jus in Bello”

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died, so…sure

I’m so worried Bela’s gonna die in this episode

Every time this FBI agent shows up I feel bad for him. It’s giving “this’ll be known as the day that you almost caught Sam and Dean Winchester” like, yeah, he detains them for a while but try always get away

Look. I hate John Winchester as much as the next guy, but listening to anyone who didn’t know him talk about him like that?? Ooooooo, no. He was not a good dad, but he didn’t do THAT, agent

What the ACTUAL FUCK?? Ooohhhhhhh the deputy director is possessed by a demon??

So…what IS the game plan here?? Literally on both sides. I get the demons wanted to come in and kill the boys, fine. But why take out literally everyone? I guess the answer I’d get is “why the hell not?” But also why is Agent Henriksen so fucking calm??

Hey. Hey, Sam?? What the hell, man?? All for a rosary?

Dean…why are you this excited about having a hit out on the two of you? Is it the blood loss from getting shot??

OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT. He grabbed the rosary to make the toilet water holy water because now HENRIKSEN is possessed!! THE TWISTSSSS!! And now everyone else has seen the demon leave

Best part of the episode so far? Dean and I sharing one braincell. Henriksen wakes up from the possession and the first thing he says is “I shot the sheriff.” I recall that the FBI deputy director is also dead and think “but you didn’t shoot the deputy” just in time for Dean to say that

That is the correct response, anyway

This poor girl. She’s just a receptionist.

Aw dude…fucked it up for everyone in here. Ok maybe not. It only allowed Ruby in

I wish I could like Ruby. But she is EVERY “writers trying too hard to write a ‘strong female character’ that they’ve written the same character as all the guys they write but cast a woman to play her” I’ve ever seen

I’m mad at Dean right now. This girl’s choice (though based in patriarchal bull shit from her religion) should be respected and not this soft ridicule. It’s still ridicule from him but he’s not trying to be malicious. So yeah…I’m not…not too happy with him. OMG CAN WE STOP TREATING SEX LIKE IT’S THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THE WORLD?? Like, yeah, I don’t want this girl to die either, but the fact that she’s never had sex is not the main reason she shouldn’t die

I will say the battle coming down to a glorified water fight is pretty great. Followed by a mass exorcism

At least they didn’t have….I was just about to say that at least they didn’t have to kill Henriksen to end the animosity between them, but then the show killed him anyway, along with everyone else

“Been On My Mind…”: some hate flirting between Dean and Bela but otherwise no

“The Runaway Bride”

God....I hate her scummy fiance. I'm so glad the TARDIS abducted Donna.

I love how much they antagonize each other. <3<3<3<3<3 They're so perfect "the what." "the TARDIS" "the what." "the TARDIS" "the what." "it's called the TARDIS" "that's not even a proper word!"

She's taking this all very well after all her shouting. Like, she just found out aliens exist and she's standing next to one in his spaceship that kidnapped her and she says "it's freezing in here with these doors open"

Oh...I wanna hug both of them. The Doctor's wounds are so fresh from Rose's departure, and Donna's so scared and covering it up by yelling at him.

There it is...the moment it's too much (for now)

Okay, but I hope Donna's wedding dress after Journey's End had pockets. I wouldn't get married in a dress that didn't have pockets. You should want better for yourself, Donna

I DESPERATELY want to know what she said when she chewed out the taxi driver to end with "and that goes double for your mother!!"

AGAIN with the masked Santas!!

We need longer seasons again, in general. A 6/8/10 episode season of any TV wouldn't have time for the two kids cheering on Donna and the Doctor from the backseat of their parents' car.

Why are you bad at lying about having a time machine? Can't go back on someone's personal time line.......apparently?? My dude...

Oh...no...the reception. And then everyone's yelling at her like she did something wrong. Sure, her crying is not 100% genuine (or even mostly genuine). But they're also not completely disingenuous. She didn't ASK to be abducted. She spent that whole time TRYING to get back so she could get married. My poor Donna.

I always enjoy the way they turn Christmas staples upside down. The Star of Bethlehem now being the ship the spider queen is on...it's brilliant.

The more Torchwood gets involved in things, the less I like them...anyway, I love how Donna's avoided seeing every alien invasion in the past two years/ever

"I'm a pencil inside a mug?" I love her so much...

There's really nothing left to do other than laugh at the absurdity of it all when your wedding gets ruined because you got abducted and now, you, your fiance, and the alien whose space ship abducted you are riding segways in the secret lower basement of your workplace where you met your fiance.

God. He's so used to Rose absolutely LOVING his manic "I just figured out what's going on and I'm going to tell you as quickly and excitedly as I can and you might not understand but I'll slow it down for you eventually" rants, and Donna does NOT have time for those. She's like "you are literally talking about ME, a LIVING HUMAN RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU. You better STOP being giddy about this and just tell me WHAT IS GOING ON," but the way she says it is with a literal slap in the face.

Why does the empress of the Racnoss know/care about Christmas? Do the Racnoss have Jesus???

...I hate him. I hate him SO. MUCH.

I just reread the post about Donna not letting Lance and the empress hurt the Doctor. So, I'm crying. She deserves so much better than everyone in her life.

There's something to be said about the Lance/empress vs. Donna/Doctor dynamics. Lance was promised the chance to see what was going on out in the universe if he would work by the empress's side and betray humanity, and in the end she betrays him for her own purposes. Donna and the Doctor were just thrown together, she is promised nothing, and she actually GETS to see the formation of the earth while BARELY getting along, and while they do part ways, they WILL come back to each other, and toward the end of this year, they'll do it again. I'm fine and not crying.

What I'd give to see Jackie Tyler freaking out about this...

Time Lord pockets are bigger on the inside, too?? Unfair

So yeah...again with the Doctor wiping out entire alien races. Gonna be keeping an eye on this. Should it be "Number of Episodes Since the Doctor Potentially Committed Genocide"? Think it might be...

The fact that after ALL THAT Donna still doesn't think Lance deserved to die. Precious. Cinnamon. Roll. Too. Pure. For. This. World.

Number of Episodes Since the Doctor Potentially Committed Genocide: 0

[nevada-got-screwed-over]

Taglist: @averagejoey2000

Original Inspiration / Masterpost

Chapter 14 / Chapter 16

Theta!South AU. I Guess.

Chapter: 15

Words: “I’m 3 chapters ahead guys trust me” (2,022 [how appropriate])

A lifeless hand pressed to the finger scan that operated the door, a pneumatic click releasing the lock. The door slid open, revealing Mason – and the man holding a gun to his head.

“You take another step and I’ll –”

South shot first and released a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

Her HUD was alight with alerts – exposed wiring, broken bones, dehydration – Mason wasn’t conscious, but he was breathing. A win-win by the looks of it, he wouldn’t be too happy to wake up.

“Oh God…” Meg’s voice was muffled as South removed her helmet, Theta’s soft reassurances fading. Scans were clear – no hostiles in the vicinity. Not any that were still breathing.

Mason flinched as South cut the zipties from his left wrist, the blood on her knife cherry red against the long dried coagulation from where the binds had bitten into his skin.

“Easy, Easy Wu…” She breathed softly as he groaned, squinting through a black eye.

“South…?”

“Relax,” South cut the binds on his other arm, careful above the exposed wiring of his half- disassembled leg. “You’re a fucking mess,” His eyes were unfocused, pupils black and yawning despite the bright lights of the room. “God, Meg’s gonna kill you –”

She heard the footsteps, just in time to dodge.

The knife clipped her ear; it was better than driving into the back of her neck. Wincing she spun to face the new threat. He was smaller than her, a head shorter and twice as fast. She barely knocked his pistol to the side before he fired from the hip. There was blood on his orange bandana. It wasn’t his own.

South planted a heavy kick to his knee, left leg buckling as he cursed and slipped in the blood of the dead man on the floor. He swiped at her with his blade, more to keep her from coming closer than to inflict injury.

“Fuck! Fucking grab her, Sam – fuck!”

She heard these footsteps a second too late, her brain processing the second assailant who had sculked into the room during the scuffle. Panic and surprise stalled her long enough for him to close the gap between them. He pinned her arms behind her back, hands strong and steady.

Still reeling, her only coherent thought was that she shouldn’t have taken off her helmet. She wished Theta was here, watching her back. She missed North’s groan, an audible eye roll followed by the chiding reminder to turn on her trackers.

“Fuck, I think – how the fuck do we get through this place without a scratch but this bitch – Christ it better not be broken –”

Right. Being attacked.

Instinct and training kicked in as the smaller man struggled to his feet, pistol in hand. South shifted her weight, managing to catch the man holding her – Sam the other had called him – by surprise. Going limp, dragging him forward just enough for the back of her head to smash his nose as she kicked off the floor. Unfortunately, the pain hadn’t phased him or, like a crocodile in a death roll, his iron grip refused to let go; her arms remained pinned in his hands.

She could work with that.

Having AI in her head for so long had made her thoughts feel faster than the world around her, even after so long. Sam was still recovering from the headbut and her momentum was unbroken; she leveraged her weight against the man behind her to pull the man in front of her into a headlock, thin neck constricted between her thighs. Half strangled he snarled, teeth bared and knife raising to drive into her leg.

“Can everybody calm down?” Mason’s voice was strained, but it held a lilt of cold authority South had never heard from him. The trio, locked in their fight, froze and stared at him.

“She’s trying to kill us,” The man in orange seethed, still held in a headlock, but South had eased the pressure on his throat.

“You’re trying to kill me,” She hissed back, glaring up at the man who held her upper body still. His expression was blank, though there seemed to be annoyance simmering in his eyes.

“Let him go, South,” Mason heaved with a sigh. “Drop her, Sam.” Reluctantly, South loosened her deadlock on the smaller man, who happily put himself a distance away from her. To his credit, Sam released her the same instant. The bruises on her arms wouldn’t be pretty, but neither would his broken nose.

“What the fuck is going on Wu?” The orange one grimaced, wincing as his fingers brushed his bruised neck. Sam had moved to Mason’s side, gentle hands quickly patching the exposed wires and replacing the unscrewed bolts of his prosthetic.

“South, Sam and Isaac. Sam and Isaac, South.” He restrained a gasp as Sam snapped a piece of the leg back into place.

“Codenames,” He grumbled, narrowed eyes following South as she stepped closer, reaching for her helmet. Mason watched her, face screwed up in confusion.

“Why are you…how did you…?”

“If your wife want’s you dead when we get back, I’m not going to get in her way. Your drinking buddies suck.” She snapped, rolling her eyes and sliding the helmet back over her hair.

“SOUTH!” Theta’s shriek made her flinch, much to the confusion of the three men. “You should have kept your helmet on – I’m sorry, they came up so quickly, the scan’s range is limited and –”

“Patch me through,” Meg’s voice had lost all sympathy, rage rattling through the static. “I’m going to put that idiot under house arrest – ankle bracelet, whatever I need to do –”

South tuned out Megan’s half serious threats, nodding to Mason.

“Your wife is glad you’re not dead. She’s going to make you wish you were.” She translated, chuckling at Meg’s audible seething. Theta stayed quiet, sizing up Mason’s condition and keeping close tabs on the other two.

“Okay but who the fuck are you? Why do you know Mason –”

“Siris,” Sam, corrected.

“I rent the attached apartment.” She shrugged in regard to Isaac’s question, though Theta took note of the codename. Sam helped Mason to his feet, an arm slung over the larger man’s shoulder for stability.

“And you – there’s a lot of bodies we didn’t make back there.” Isaac’s eyes narrowed, his suspicion evident. “How the hell did you even find him here?”

“You’re not the only soldiers in the city,” South scoffed, and she softly tapped her boot to Mason’s prosthetic. Sam threatened a low growl in response, jaw clenched. “RFID tag in UNSC devices.” She leaned against the doorframe; arms crossed. “Listen, it’s been a long night, so if you want an interrogation, can we do it anywhere but here? Unless you want the police doing the interrogating.”

---

“You gotta be shitting me,” Isaac was drunk – they all were, to some degree – but the smile across his face was genuine. “So – so what? They just slapped everyone with neural implants? Even – even the fucking – the sim troopers? Really?”

“Project protocol, sometimes I – I forget not everyone ran special ops.” The shot burned down her throat, the warmth in her gut a relief from the icy stress that had gripped her throughout the night.

Meg wasn’t about the let the newly acquainted trio crash in her home – not when she still had to chew out her husband and break the baby news to him. Not to mention, Isaac and Sam seemed keen to get a drink – still nursing their bruises and bloody noses. South was tired enough and enticed enough by the offer of a drink at the pair’s apartment to join them for some war stories.

It felt…good. When shooting the shit with her coworkers at the factory, she always had to bite her tongue, tell white lies. But with these two South felt at ease – she was sure that they knew how to keep a secret. Seeing as they, and Mason, had kept one from Meg for so long.

“Why the fuck they give sim troopers implants? Just for funsies?” Isaac poured himself another shot. The whiskey bottle had finally run dry, clinking hollowly on the island’s granite countertop. Meg was right. This bounty work was clearly worth the risk – at least financially.

“Something like that – Director loved fucking with people like that. Control freak.” South glared at the midmorning sun streaking through the high-rise apartment’s half closed blinds. She had definitely missed her shift at the factory, not that she was sober enough to operate a forklift or any other heavy machinery.

“Sounds like an asshole,” Isaac scoffed, sipping at what was left of the alcohol. “Gosh our CO was such a fucking piece of work – right Sammy? Sam?”

There was a muffled grunt from the couch, the man’s face mostly obscured by an icepack. His whiskey glass was misty with condensation, pooling onto the coffee table. For all their wealth, there was not a coaster in sight.

“Exactly!” Isaac was emphatic despite the lack of coherent response, words slurring together as his voice quieted. “Piece of shit fucking…you know, that asshole’s the reason he’s like that.”

“Who?”

“Sam,” He rested his elbows on the counter, holding his head in his hands. “He was…well, actually, you probably would have hated what he was like before. I kinda did.”

“I’m not quite endeared to what he’s like now.” South’s halfhearted smile did little to ease the growing tension in Isaac’s face, his brow furrowed and eyes dark. He grew quiet, and her thoughts wandered.

She had never seen active combat – not in the war, at least the one against the aliens. That’s what she had signed up for, what her brother had signed up for. She never even seen an alien in the flesh – those Elites in their sleek armor and the cannon fodder Grunts were only glimpsed through screens and news feeds.

While soldiers like Isaac and Sam fought for their lives – for humanity itself – against invading forces, she and North…they were a pair of the Director’s guinea pigs, spilling human blood on human planets for a Project that had spiraled out of UNSC’s control.

And they knew it; the siblings had talked about leaving. Defecting from the Project, reporting to the UNSC but…there was always something that kept them in the Project.

Safety from the unknown. Safety from what they knew was certain and bloody outright warfare. North was a good enough sniper even without an AI; he would have been moved to a different company than her. And what good was she without her brother to watch her back?

“It was just us; you know?” Isaac’s voice was soft, eyes distant. Sam was snoring softly on the couch, completely asleep. Probably.

“Hm?”

“We didn’t even know each other – not really, our company was patchwork. I had been on the front two months ahead of Sam, and he was fresh from bootcamp,” He scoffed softly, “Fresh faced bleeding heart fucking idiot…” He turned the empty whiskey bottle around in his hands, picking at the label. “A whole company – poof, gone. Half in the first two days on the ground. Sam got taken then. CO didn’t see any sense in getting him back.”

“Thought you said you didn’t know him.”

“I didn’t, but I knew our CO was a dick.” Isaac chuckled, no humor in his voice. “To be honest I didn’t like Sam much either, but he could fight.” He sighed, leaning back precariously on his barstool and staring at the dimmed lights above. “Holy fuck did he fight. Saved my skin more than a few times. Honestly, it was better than fighting with a whole platoon. Just, having someone I could trust to watch my back. You know?”

Yeah. She knew. 

---

She came home the next day, hungover and tired. Her teeth ached and her brain felt like jello. But she couldn’t muster the strength to be annoyed with Theta’s high pitched greeting and fast paced words – some explanation of how to improve her helmet, facilitate integration…

He sounded too much like home to hate, even with her headache.

[bonniehooper]

SUPERNATURAL REWATCH, 1x20: “Dead Man's Blood”

-Oh, is this the episode that introduces the Colt?

-Is this old guy a hunter?

-Damn, they got from the bar to his place quick.

-Wait, is she a shifter? I thought she was a vampire.

-Yeah, they’re vampires, so why did her eyes flicker like a shifter’s do?

-Sam: “Maybe someday.” Shut it! I know you’re not going to see her again until season eight and it'll be horrible!!

-So, Elkin was a hunter.

-Is that the first mention of using salt to protect against demons or am I forgetting something?

-Was this place open or did they break in?

-Really John? You just show up randomly and scare the crap out of your boys.

-Wow, John never mentioned the possibility of vampires to the boys? Really?

-John, stop being so cryptic and tell them what the Colt is!

-Why do their eyes do the same thing as shifters? It’s weird to me.

-Sam: “I don’t see why we couldn't have gone over with him.” Dean: “Oh tell me it’s not already starting.” Sam: “What’s starting?” You know exactly what Dean is talking about Sam, don’t play dumb.

-I mean, it’s understandable that Sam is asking questions since they have never dealt with vampires before, but I get why Dean doesn’t want him to because Sam does seem more confrontational than curious.

-John: “Dean, why don’t you touch up your car before you get rust? I wouldn’t have given you the damn thing if I thought you were gonna ruin it.”

-I still can’t believe they brought this lady back in the series finale. It’s still so random to me.

-I appreciate that Luthor didn’t celebrate Kate killing Elkin and was concerned about the threat that could bring to them.

-Fucking Sam, you need to stop.

-Dean just wants his family to love each other!!

-Okay, we could have just put Kate’s wrist against her mouth. We didn’t need Kate to give her the blood with her mouth.

-John: “So, you boys really want to know about this colt?” No, John, they don’t care at all. It’s not like that’s what started the fighting between you and Sam.

-Oh shit, does she wake them all up since they turned her?

-John: “So somewhere along the line, I stopped being your father. I became your drill sergeant.” This is something John needed to acknowledge and I’m glad he did, but I just wish Dean was there to hear this two because he doesn’t just owe Sam an apology for the way he treated him when he decided to go off to school, but also for the way he treated Dean and actually continues to treat Dean.

-I love Dean finally standing up to John. Also, love that Dean points out that if John was really concerned about their safety, he wouldn't have sent them on hunts.

-So what did happen to the girl they turned? Did they let her go and she just wondered the Earth until she met the boys again in the finale?

-Wait, so Luthor saying “we have as much right to live as you do”, is that supposed to be the first hint that there are some creatures that just want to live and have no choice in what they are.

-Luthor’s death from being shot by the Colt is really cool.

-Does Kate ever come back to get her revenge? Is that just an open-ended story that they don’t resolve? Also, if Kate lived then how come she wasn’t the one to come after the boys in the finale? It makes so much more sense for her to want revenge, then this random woman who got kidnapped and turned...I’m so confused.

[emiliehornby]

you’ll see my face in every place (but you can’t catch me now)

pairing spider-man! ethan landry x fem! reader

synopsis you loved spider-man, but you loved ethan landry more. in the end, it didn’t matter. when his worlds collided and the weight of the universe dragged him down, it was only a matter of time before he couldn’t hold on any longer

warnings canon typical violence, character death

author’s notes heyyy!! i’ve been in a writing slump recently, so i figured i’d start small and go back to my tumblr roots!! this is loosely based off of that scene in the amazing spider-man 2 (iykyk) and i’m so incredibly happy with how it turned out. i felt really smart and started kicking my feet when i came up with the title. but please let me know what you think!! mwah!!

It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this.

One moment, you were celebrating the defeat of another villain and had finally been convinced by Ethan to furbish your newly leased apartment to end the night. The next, Sam had suddenly swept you off your feet.

Now, you were at the top of New York’s abandoned clock tower with Sam holding you hostage on her hoverboard. You’re both staring at each other while Ethan voiced his worries from below. There was a feeling in your gut that was different, but something about Ethan made it feel like there was nothing to worry about because he was there. Just like all the other times. He’d gone through hell and back just to keep you safe, that you knew you could trust him with your life.

“Sam, just put Y/N down!” He yelled.

“Sam-” You tried to reason with her. The Sam you knew would have put herself in harm’s way to keep you from danger, but when you looked into her eyes, they were completely void of that warmth you were introduced to when she took you under her wing after your father abandoned you and your mother thrusted herself into work as a coping mechanism. Sam’s eyes were dark and resembled her father’s, causing a chill to run down your spine at the thought of the serial murderer.

“Tara is dead!” Sam screamed. She tightened her grip on you. You winced, knowing that was going to leave a bruise when she continued, “Tara is dead because of him. And you knew and you lied to me.”

“I couldn’t tell you!” You yelled back. Your hand lingered above her shoulder, toning your voice down to say, “Look Sam, I lost Tara too. I loved her the same way you did and I know she wouldn’t have wanted you to see what she became. It would have killed you!”

Sam shook her head, “No, she was my sister. You will never love her like I did because you sided with the person that killed her.”

Ethan could feel Sam grow more agitated and pleaded with her, “Look, this is between you and me, Sam. Fight me and please just let Y/N go!”

“Fine, I’ll let her go.” She smiled. You looked at Sam, her gaze switching to Ethan when she suddenly pushed you over. You fell quickly, but Ethan managed to meet you halfway and your hands instinctively held onto him for dear life. While your fall caused the glass dome of the clock tower to shatter everywhere, Ethan softened the blow with his back, colliding against the metal bridge.

Your breathing only grew more heavy as the world around you stopped spinning. Ethan’s chest against yours was the only thing keeping you grounded. As he felt your fear, Ethan placed a hand on your cheek in an attempt to reassure you, “Hey, you’re okay. I promise I’m gonna get you out of here.” Too distracted by your fear, you failed to notice the cut on your cheek.

Ethan was wiping off the blood when bullets began to fly through the air. He instinctively rolled you both over to avoid the ricocheting bullets when you’re met with the end of the platform, where Ethan’s grasp on your wrist was the only thing keeping you from defying gravity.

He knew he couldn’t risk letting you back up onto the platform, so his eyes fled around the room for a solution. Ethan winced when the only choice to keep you away from the fight was to let you hover under it…hundreds of feet in the air. He didn’t have much time, so he shot a long string of webs towards you with barely any explanation, “Hey, I got you Y/N. Just- Just hold on!” You let him work quickly and carefully to secure the rest of the web onto a rusted gear, but as soon as he finished, Sam suddenly crashed Ethan into a wall.

“Ethan!” You screamed when you jolted down a few inches. But you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from the fight.

When Sam clicked on the trigger and no bullets came out, she threw it to the side and charged at him again. She tossed him around until she managed to pin Ethan down by the neck, where she pulled a knife from her holster and stabbed him through his side.

He yelled in pain, “I’m okay. I’m okay!” He didn’t know if he was telling you that or trying to convince himself, but he thrashed his head around to avoid the blade hitting him a second time. Seeing an opening, Ethan threw the web around her wrist, where the knife fell just past you. You watched it, and your heart pounded a little harder when it got smaller and smaller and smaller…until it disappeared. It’s that split second before you looked up and Sam was pushing herself over the edge, taking Ethan with her. While he was quick enough to shoot at something, you and Sam aren’t so lucky as Sam’s body fell right on top of your gear, effectively loosening it.

You sucked in a breath.

“Ethan!”

It became silent when you fell the rest of the way. That feeling came creeping back stronger than ever before. Your eyes were wide, but you knew that this was it. You took a moment to just look at Ethan. His eyes were covered by his mask, but you’d known Ethan well enough to see through to the soft brown eyes you’d spent years memorizing. You had heard that your whole life flashed by in your final moments, and maybe they were right. You were looking straight at it — at him. And that was all you needed to shut your eyes. For a moment you felt the chill of the web against your chest, and suddenly…nothing.

For Ethan Landry, falling through the air was an absolutely exhilarating experience. He loved jumping off of very tall somethings to feel the rush of wind against his suit and attempting to defy the laws of physics just to fall as fast as he could. But now that it wasn’t his life on the line, it seemed as though he couldn’t fall fast enough.

His eyes were glued to you, but his mind was working fast to calculate how and when to catch you. In his peripheral vision, he saw a possible way to do that. Ethan knew it was a small target, but in desperation, he counted down until he could grab the pole and shoot a web the rest of the way down.

A pop echoed through the room shortly after his screams from the impact, but Ethan couldn’t care less. For a moment, it’s almost like time stopped as the broken clock at the top of the tower struck midnight. Its bells rang in sync with his eardrums and his breathing became erratic as his spidey senses shook him to his core.

He couldn’t feel you breathing or hear your heartbeat.

A wildfire sparked in Ethan’s stomach and began to burn a trail up into his lungs while he jumped down to see your body, suspended just a few feet from the ground. He limped towards you carefully, as though to avoid frightening you.

“Y/N?” Ethan called out.

No response.

He ripped off his mask and said your name again, taking you into his arms. He pulled the web off of you, his knees failing him as he fell to the ground. He could only pull you closer to caress your hair and whispered, “Hey, come on now, angel.”

His hand moved down to your chest, where it didn't rise against him.

“Hey…you’re okay. It’s over. We can get out of here, just like I promised.” He cried. The guilt racked through his body as tears fell down his cheeks. Ethan knew better than to talk such nonsense. He didn’t even need to be a scientist to understand that you weren’t going to come back from this, but it didn’t stop him from begging anyway.

“It’s over! We can go home. Fuck, we can just lay down on our floor and eat all the orange gummies we have if that’s what you want.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. By the time he’d even consider coming home, still in his bloody and tattered suit to an empty apartment full of the things you never had the chance to unpack, he would realize that it was going to take some time to unpack his heart that was still full of grief.

But feeling how cold you were, he took a moment to look up at the moon casting an iridescent light through the broken dome. You would have pointed out how beautiful it was, and he’d smile at how your eyes seemed to reflect its brightness against the stark night, to break the tension after the tough fight you two put up if this ended the way Ethan wanted it to.

Except it didn’t.

So Ethan couldn’t help but scream. He screamed as loud and hard as he could until his throat gave out and the metallic taste mixed with the salt of his tears coated his mouth when he swallowed. He looked back down at you, where your nose had begun to bleed. When Ethan gently wiped it away, he started to think.

He was no stranger to grief. Sure, he’d lost good people — his father, his brother Richie, innocent citizens that were caught in the crossfire of New York’s daily disasters. But nothing compared to the overwhelming feeling of losing the love of his life. His past, present, and that brief glimpse of his future now laid still before him.

“Just…please come back to me. Please.”

[milliedazzledust]

If A Look Could Kill (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Words: 1429 words

A/N: this is literally a blurb from a scene in the 2nd episode of fatws when they're all in the car after they fought the supersoldiers

They had been in the same car for no more than ten minutes and Y/N was already holding herself back from punching the smug smile on the man pretending to be Captain America. Both fake heroes had showed up in the middle of their fight, throwing around Steve’s shield, acting like the world owed them anything.

Earlier that day, inside the comfort of the apartment she shared with Bucky, she had watched the cocky man parading in front of cameras, standing in a stadium. She had heard him talk about Steve like he knew him, like he had fought along side with him. And when he had compared Steve to a brother, when she had seen the look of hurt and betrayal on Bucky’s face, her heart had shattered.

She knew that sometimes grief could come like a runaway truck, that despite seeing it careening down the highway, we might not have enough time to get out of its way. And she had seen it that morning, that grief smashing Bucky right in the face when he had least expected it. She didn’t know the man the government had chosen to replace the Captain, but she already hated him for causing her lover pain.

"If you guys joined us we could …" The man pretending to be in charge started as the military vehicle was moving.

"No." Bucky hostly cut him.

There wasn’t a lot of space between the five of them. She had been forced to sit next to the man with the shield while her friends were in front of her.

The tension was almost palpable. Sam had his arms crossed and his lips pursed and Bucky was visibly clenching his jaw. Their patience was hanging by a thread and only she seemed to have notice.

Ignoring the conversation they were having, she exchanged a knowing look with her boyfriend. He had a short temper and habits he had picked up from his alter-ego that could potentially get him to explode. Judging by the side glances Sam kept giving him, she guessed she wasn’t the only one worried.

"What do you say, Y/N ?" She heard the man sitting next to her talk.

Unwillingly, she turned around to look at him.

"What was that ?" She asked him.

His smirk alone was enough to make her roll her eyes.

"We could use a … woman like you" He told her suggestively. She didn’t miss the way he looked her up and down, neither did Bucky.

"A woman like me ?" She repeated, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head to the side.

"Yeah, you’ve got potential, babe. So what do you say ?" He said in a seductive voice. "Interested in joining us ?"

A quick glance at her boyfriend was enough for her to tense when she saw him going from annoyed to seriously pissed off. He was scowling at the man with all his old ferocity, looking everything like the assassin he had once been.

"Does he always stare like that ?" Battlestar inquired, nodding toward Bucky.

"You do know your friend is disrespecting Y/N in front of her boyfriend who also happens to be one of the most prolific assassin on this planet, right ?" Sam ironically told him.

The woman narrowed her eyes at the man sitting next to her, irritated by his behavior.

"At what point did you decide we were close enough for you to refer to me as ‘babe’ ? Because I think I missed the memo between the need to punch your face and the craving to shove your ego up your ass"

Bucky’s chest swelled with pride at her comeback and he sniggered. He knew she was a strong woman and had always loved that feisty side of her. She was fire and he was ice, a perfect combinaison yet dangerous association. Even Sam seemed pleased when he noticed Walker growing uncomfortable next to her.

"Look, we know you don’t like us" The other soldier known as Battlestar answered.

"That’s an understatement" Sam muttered under his breath.

"We’re on the same team here" Walker added.

"No, we’re not" Bucky glared at him.

The soldier with the shield sighed. He pursed his lips, thinking for a moment before glancing at the men in front of him.

"I’m not trying to replace anyone" He started to explain.

"You couldn’t if you tried" Y/N mocked him.

"My point is, I know I’m not Steve and I’m not trying to be. But I am Captain America"

"Like hell you are" Bucky scornfully stated.

"It takes a lot more than knowing how to throw a shield to become a superhero" Sam reminded him.

"I am what the world need right now" He insisted.

"What the world want. Big difference" Sam continued.

"You were getting your ass kicked back there" Battlestar told them, helping his friend’s case. "We saved you"

"Should we say thank you ?" Y/N ironically threw at them.

"This isn’t up to you. Why are we even arguing about that ?" Walker was getting annoyed.

"Because you’re not even half the man Steve was yet you keep parading like a clown pretending to be someone you’re not" Bucky aggressively spoke with a cold voice. "You don’t get to mention his name, Walker, not when you’re destroying all he’s ever work for"

"Bucky…" Sam called him with a cautious tone, trying to get him to calm down.

The former assassin shut his mouth, refraining himself from saying anything more.

"Obviously there’s some issues you still need to work on" Walker spoke with a grin on his face. "But my offer still stands. We’d work better together"

"Keep on dreaming" Y/N expressed, rolling her eyes.

"If we’re being honest here, the only thing I dream about is you out of that suit" He forcefully flirted, looking down at her superhero outfit

She cringed at his useless attempt of seduction and missed the way Bucky’s expression turned dark in the split of a second. He clenched his jaw so hard his veins were visibly noticeable and his blue eyes were boring into Walker. If a simple stare could kill, he’d already be dead. He looked as menacing as can be with that hostile glare and his anger was reflecting itself through the way his muscles were bulging, ready to attack.

"Don’t do anything stupid" Sam warned him when he realized the man’s patience was running low.

Bucky growled and before any of them could react, the super soldier watched his newfound nemesis casually placing his hand on his girlfriend’s thigh. His entire body tensed and his blood ran cold.

"If you don’t take your hands off me in the next two seconds, you’re gonna lose both of them, Walker" Y/N threatened him.

"I’d take her word, Captain, ‘cause you’re about to be eaten alive" Sam advised him.

The soldier dismissed him and laughed, which only seemed to anger the woman and her boyfriend.

It all happened too fast for anyone to react. Just as Y/N was about to assault the man, Bucky decided to let his rage speak for himself and reached for Walker’s hand, twisting his fingers. He could almost feel the bones on the verge of breaking and his skin had started to turn red as the former assassin applied more pressure. The soldier grunted loudly in pain, trying to release himself from the tightening grip.

"Stop the car !" Bucky shouted.

The vehicle slowed down and he menacingly leaned toward Walker.

"If you so much as glance at her again, I will rip you to pieces"

Maybe it was the tone in his voice, or the serious promise of death he could see in his eyes, but the soldier bit back the lump in his throat, unable to answer. He looked terrified.

"Told you" Sam shrugged as Bucky released the man.

They both stepped out of the car, waiting for Y/N. The woman, still angry, turned to stare at the soldiers in blue and red.

"One more thing" She tilted her head.

Without notice, her fist collided with John Walker's jaw. The loud impact with his face was enough to almost knock him out and she smiled. Pleased with herself, she got up and followed her friends.

"Was that really necessary ?" Sam joked and they started walking.

"Oh c’mon, you know you’ve been dying to punch the guy" She smirked.

Bucky placed his human arm around her shoulders and a sweet kiss on the side of her forehead, secretly satisfied.