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moonlightspencie · 2 years ago

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Description: Six years of friendship with more simmering beneath the surface. They thought they had no chance (but that’s romance).

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: drinking (a lot of it tbh), both of em being massive dorks, 18+ pls bc it gets mildly spicy at the end

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: glitch is one of the best songs on midnights & nobody can convince me otherwise. anyways i didn’t proofread this sorry but i’m selfish

She was a hunter. He was… Also a hunter. Classic meet-cutes get a lot less cute when you’re meeting over the corpse of a wendigo.

Dean looked at her with awe and wonder after watching her use a flamethrower to take down a few wendigos that had started in on him. She lowered it like it was nothing after they stopped screeching into the night.

“Hey,” she greeted with a little smile. “You’re one of the Winchester boys, aren’t you?”

“Dean.”

“You’re like a modern-day folklore story, you know that?”

He chuckled, sure to make a comment about the flamethrower at the first chance. He got her number at the second chance.

They made fast friends at that point, both relentlessly flirting. Both never quite sure to what degree the other meant it.

Dean always found himself making trips towards wherever she was more often that what may be considered necessary. She never intentionally ran into him, but if she saw that impala roll up to a case, she always obliged her time. Especially if that meeting happened in a crowded bar where she could relish in the feeling of his attention being placed on her rather than anyone else who would immediately say yes to a night at his motel. Those green eyes sparkling as he chatted her up like they were the closest of friends.

Until they were the closest of friends, of course.

“How’s, uh…” Dean trailed, trying to think. “Was it Matthew?”

She snorted. “Didn’t last long.”

“Why not?”

“Never do,” she said curtly, sipping at her drink. “Non-hunter relationships don’t exactly work for me. They end up with too many questions too quick.”

He hummed, looking down at his own drink. She watched him for a moment, letting herself take a moment to admire the way neon lights bounced off his face. He always seemed to look extra pretty that way.

“Situationships,” she stated as a start, “That’s what pretty much everything I get into ends up as. Whatever works in the moment, no real strings.”

“And yet you always talk about wanting to be tied down,” he said with a smirk.

“Always is a big word,” she replied with a laugh. “I think someday I’d like that. Just don’t think it’s compatible with who I am right now.”

“You think you’re gonna change?”

“I’m always changing. That’s life, right?”

He shrugged. “I don’t think I’ve changed much.”

She laughed.

“I’ve known you for a year, and even in that time you’ve gotten a little different.”

He quirked a brow. “How so?”

“Laugh a little less, but still seem a bit happier. More accepting of life as it is, I guess.”

He sat with that for a moment, then nodded.

“I’ve had to. Every time I get stubborn, I end up screwing everything up.”

“Hey,” she said softly, pulling him out of his own head before he dug too deep, “You’re always learning. Always growing. Don’t beat yourself up.”

He smiled softly, letting her words carry him out of that out. They tended to do that more and more as he faced everything the world threw at him. His affection slowly morphed into more, and he tried not to panic about it. He did what he always did best: buried it as deep as it could go.

She realized her own feelings shifting, but her realization slammed into her like a truck. They were supposed to be just friends.

It all started with little chance meetings which turned into weekly calls which turned into “Do you want to stay with Sam and I? We’ve got a permanent place now”.

She ended up moving in shortly after the boys did. Three years of knowing them, she never expected to be living with them. Especially after all they’d gone through.

Granted, she helped with some of it. She was there when they had to cram Sam’s soul back in his body. She was there for the rise and fall of Dick. She was there when Dean came back from Purgatory.

She just wasn’t constantly with them. Only a kind of side-character in their grand adventure. Now, however…

“I think that’s all,” she said, dropping a few bags on her bed.

“Oh, right, because this isn’t over-doing it at all,” Dean said, humor lacing his voice.

She narrowed her eyes at him, then looked back around the empty room.

“I just— I’m excited to feel at home. I haven’t had a real place in…” she stopped, sighing.

“Yeah, I get it,” Dean spoke up, slinging an arm around her shoulder. “I was so excited to have my own bed, you have no clue.”

“I have some clue. You sent me like fifteen messages about it within the span of ten seconds,” she laughed.

“I love that memory foam, what can I say?”

“How about you get useful and help me set up shop here?” she asked, smiling at him as he already started pulling items out of the bags.

The bunker was like a hunter paradise in her eyes. She got the chance to have a place to call home. She got her own room, a million lore books, Dean, a place to do some baking, her favorite mug…

Wait. She couldn’t find her mug.

“Dean, where’d you put my mug?” she called out before he even got to the kitchen

“Stop calling me out before I’m even in the room. It’s creepy,” he said with a chuckle, walking in.

“Can’t help it. I know how you sound walkin’ around in here.”

She turned from the kitchen counter where the coffee was brewing. He watched her for a moment, smile still stuck in place.

“So?” she asked.

He raised a brow. “So…?”

She sighed. “My mug?”

“Oh,” he exclaimed, walking further towards her to open the fridge. “Made soup the other day and didn’t have any clean bowls.”

He pulled out the soup-filled mug, handing it in her direction. She quirked a brow, looking inside of it.

“I ain’t cleaning that out.”

He sighed dramatically, walking towards the sink.

“Guess I’ll do it. Princess can’t handle a few chunks of chicken in her precious mug.”

She smacked his arm lightly, scoffing.

“You’re the one who put chicken in it in the first place. You know that’s my favorite mug.”

He smirked, silently cleaning it out for her. When he was finished he turned, handing it off as he leaned against the counter.

“If my coffee is soup-flavored I’m going to have Cas smite you,” she mumbled, pouring it full.

She filled up another mug she’d pulled down in the meantime, sliding it to Dean.

“And yet, you still get me my coffee,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She hid a smile, shaking her head as she prepared hers.

“You know you love me,” he sang to her, heading towards the library.

She followed after, not even realizing what she was doing until she was halfway there. It was like they were attached at the hip.

They practically were over the following months, never not wanting to do everything together.

“Come on, Sam,” she whined. “You’re no fun.”

He smirked, attempting to leave the kitchen.

“Not all of us want to get plastered on a Tuesday night.”

“Speak for yourself” Dean said with a sparkle in his eye. He looked at Y/N. “You love getting screwed by me, right? Oh, sorry, with me.”

“Oh, yeah. My favorite activity, actually,” she said back with a smirk.

Sam sighed, rolling his eyes as he stood.

“I think I’m about done listening to you two flirt, anyways.”

“Aww,” she started, leaning closer to where he stood. “You gettin’ jealous, Sammy?”

“I’m getting grossed out,” he laughed. “Goodnight.”

The two at the table said a quick goodnight, turning back to their drinks and their jokes in an instant.

“Maybe we just need to sweat it out,” he jokes, brows dancing suggestively.

She laughed. “In your dreams, Winchester. We’ve gone almost six years without a slip-up, do you really think now’s a good time to break that record?”

He contemplated for a moment, fully believing it was a good time to break it. He couldn’t think of a better time with the exception of five-and-a-half years ago. But, he decided to actually use his brain.

“Guess you’re right.”

She smiled, pretending not to be thinking about the fact that she definitely thought she was all wrong. She really though that he should have known better than anyone that she believed records were made to be broken.

“I’m always right.”

“Now you’re dreaming,” he said with a chuckle, tossing back the rest of his drink.

He poured two shots, sliding one to her.

“Here’s to almost six years— what, like, five years and ten months? Something like that?”

She nodded. “July 7th.”

He stilled a moment, not thinking about the fact that of course she would remember the day they met.

“How many days is that?”

She hummed, playing into his little game as she pulled out her phone. She typed away until she got her answer:

“2119 days if I did the math right.”

“Nineteen or ninety?”

“Nineteen.”

“What do you say we have a special celebration if we get to twenty one ninety, then?”

She snorted. “What do you constitute as special?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” he winked, tossing back his shot.

She mirrored his actions, then quickly typed away again.

“What do you know? 2190 is exactly the six year mark,” she smirked. “Alright. Deal.”

Weeks passed, and life was shockingly normal in that time. Well, normal for their standards, which still included all the things that go bump in the night. After a particularly long hunt, getting back to the bunker was a relief.

All three of them went to their respective rooms to get some rest, but, as had become a pattern, Dean went knocking on Y/N’s door. She opened with a tired smile, inviting him in.

They sat around, talking about whatever topics came to mind, listening to music playing in the background. When conversation fell quiet, an idea struck her like lightening.

“Come on, Dean. A little dancing wouldn’t kill ya,” she said, moving a little to the music.

He laughed, watching her from her bed. She held out her hands, and finally took them after a few seconds. She could be very convincing, he thought.

They jumped around the room in an un-choreographed, ridiculous, messy dance that left both of them giggling and out of breath. Her music wasn’t always his style, but he sure didn’t mind listening to her sing every word with a passion as if she’d written them herself.

“See? You love this,” she exclaimed as the upbeat song faded out.

“Only because you’re making me,” he smiled.

She laughed again, starting to turn when a slow song started going. He didn’t let her get far, however, pulling her back into his chest by the hand. He played it off all nonchalant at first, ignoring the smile on her face as a bit he always liked to play anytime he started being affectionate in an unconventional way.

“Really?” she asked.

She reached up, fingertips brushing against his jaw so that he’d look at her again. He smiled softly when she did, just watching her for a few seconds.

“You wanted to dance. We’re dancing,” he said, swaying along to the melody.

“Such a gentleman.”

He smirked, not letting up in the dance. She gave in, resting her head against his shoulder as the music played. He closed his eyes, resting his cheek against her and letting the smell of her perfume lull him in the dance more than the song could. Her gentle humming put a smile on his face that he was grateful she couldn’t see: he was certain he’d look like a lovesick puppy.

As the song faded out, she finally pulled away enough to see him again, both of them still moving as another faded in. She looked at him with a glimmer in her eyes. He took in a slow breath, watching her face for a few moments, their movements slowing. He wanted to kiss her more than anything. So, he took an action:

“I’m gonna grab a drink.”

He untethered himself from her, quickly making an exit to leave her alone and deeply confused.

She sat in the library a few days later, reading a book she found on werewolf mating habits.

“What do ya got, there?” Sam asked, walking into the room.

She glanced up, a brow raised. “You don’t want to know, trust me.”

Sam snorted. “Alright.”

“You need something?”

She closed the book, setting it down on the table.

“Yeah. Do you want to hang out? I just hooked up a new TV in my room.”

“Sure,” she shrugged. “When?”

“I’m making popcorn right now.”

She laughed, agreeing as she got up. She got comfortable in his room, back against the headboard of his bed. He walked in a minute later, handing over the bowl of popcorn as he settled in.

“Is Dean coming?” she asked.

“No. He went out for the night.”

“Ah,” she said softly after a beat.

Sam straightened up, looking at her.

“He didn’t invite you?”

She shook her head. “Nope.”

“He always does. Why not now?”

She sighed, settling into the cushions, still looking ahead.

“I think I freaked him out. We were in my room the other night, and I asked him to dance with me. He did, but then… I don’t know,” she shrugged. “After a couple songs he left fast and he’s definitely been pulling away from me since then.”

“Hey,” he called, grabbing her attention. “Anyone who doesn’t appreciate you isn’t worth your time. You know that, right?”

“Thanks, Sammy,” she smiled, looking down again. “I just keep getting in my own head.”

“When aren’t you?” he joked.

“You jerk,” she said, tossing a piece of popcorn at him. “I’m trying to be, like, open right now.”

“I know,” he drawled, leaning his head against hers.

She brushed a few pieces of his hair off her forehead.

“Maybe I just need to go out and have some fun myself,” she said after a moment.

He perked up.

“Dude, yeah!”

He stood abruptly, holding out his hands for her. She took them, standing slowly, and looking around the room for some stray confidence so that she wouldn’t back out.

“Tell you what,” Sam started, giving her the hope she wanted, “You go get ready, and we’ll head out together. I’ll be your wingman.”

She smiled. “That sounds great. I immediately wasn’t sure about heading off by myself.”

“I could tell,” he laughed.

She got ready in record time, putting on her favorite dress for good measure. They left the bunker, hitting a nearby bar that didn’t have an impala parked anywhere close.

“They’re just… giving me nothing,” she said with a sigh, slumping in the seat next to Sam at the bar.

“What do you mean? That last guy looked really into it.”

“He was. He was also into talking about his ex-girlfriend within the first few minutes of conversation,” she snorted. “I think I’m asking too much. I should just find someone and make out with ‘em.”

“You sure about that?”

She looked at Sam again, a smile breaking out.

“No. But if we do another shot, I might be.”

He sighed, obliging her only because he knew she’d do it without him anyways. They threw back the shots, and he wished her luck as she went off in search of someone who wanted nothing but a good time.

Well, kind of a good time. She wasn’t sure she really wanted to take some dude home.

She went onto the dance-floor, deciding she’d let someone come to her rather than prowling for herself, and got her wish pretty fast. A moderately attractive man caught her hand as she swayed around by herself, asking for a dance. She plastered on a smile as she agreed, letting him take the lead.

“What’s your name?” he asked over the music.

“Do you really want to know?” she teased.

He smirked. “Guess it’s more fun not to know, huh?”

She smiled again, pulling him down to her lips as they moved to the music. She closed her eyes, appreciating the ease at which she got what she wanted. The only problem is that she couldn’t help imagining it was Dean instead of Unnamed Bar-Goer.

Regardless, she justified that they were merely using each other, so who cares if she let her mind run a little wild?

She only backed away when he started getting a little handsy for her tastes. She thanked him for his time, walking away and back to Sam. He raised his brows when she came back.

“Hey, looks like you got it,” he said, watching her sit. “Also looks like you aren’t too happy.”

“Still giving me absolutely nothing,” she said with a sigh. “Not a damn thing.”

He chuckled. “Maybe this plan didn’t work out so well.”

“Still got to drink with my favorite giant,” she noted with a wink and nudge.

“Ha ha. Real flattering, thanks.”

He rolled his eyes, but let himself smirk when she wasn’t paying much attention. They sat talking at the bar for another hour or so before Sam decided to call it a night. She linked an arm around Sam’s as they walked out of the bar, definitely a little more drunk than she intended to get.

Dean walked into the bunker, spirits effectively dampened. His attempt to get his mind off of his I-almost-kissed-her moment didn’t work in the slightest, and now he was in a sour mood as a result.

His mood only worsened when he saw Sam and Y/N stumbling into the kitchen, the latter a drunken mess in an outfit he liked a little too much. He watched as Sam helped her into the room, practically propping her up against the counter.

“What the hell?” Dean asked as his brother got a glass from the cupboard.

“What?” Sam defended, filling up the cup with water.

“For one, why is she laughing at herself against the kitchen counter?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “We went out.”

He walked over to Y/N, handing her the glass. She sipped at the water, then set it down just as quickly.

“Done,” she cheered.”

“No, you’re not,” Sam said, picking up the water and giving it right back to her. “Come on, you’re going to be hungover tomorrow.”

She refused the drink, kicking off her shoes. Then, she turned to level her gaze at Dean as he sipped on a beer.

“And where did you go run off to?”

He raised his brows. “Does it matter?”

“Yeah,” she stated with finality.

“Out.”

“Get lucky?” she asked, more bitterness in her tone than she meant to let out.

“No.”

She rolled her eyes, then glanced at Sam again.

“Wanna go hang out and read? I found a book about how werewolves get it on,” she said, giggling as she ended the sentence.

“What?”

Dean spoke up again. “Since when do you go out and get drunk without a reason?”

She snapped back to him. “Since I was celebrating me. I’m done chasing after guys who don’t want— What was it, Sam? Like if they don’t appreciate me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean asked back, setting down his drink.

“Sammy, I wanna talk to Dean by myself,” she managed to say, hardly looking at him.

“I don’t know—”

“Sam,” she cut him off, watching him.

He put his hands up in defense, walking out of the room. She watched until he left, then looked at Dean again. He glanced sideways at her as she swayed slightly while she stood.

“You know, those six years are coming up real soon, De,” she said, staring from across the counter.

“Are they?” he asked, wondering where this was going.

“Mhm. One more week I think,” she hiccuped. “Sorry.”

He furrowed his brow. “You’re drunk.”

“I tried kissing someone today,” she said, words tumbling out fast like she couldn’t control them. “I hated it.”

He paused, unsure why she was saying this. His heart hurt more than he thought it would, hearing her admit that.

“Why?” was all he could manage.

“Why’d you go out without me?” she countered. “You never go out without me, not since we met.”

He sighed, eyes closing as he braced himself against the counter. He heard her as she got closer, eventually leaning her head against his arm.

“I’m glad you didn’t go home with anyone today.”

He swallowed, unable to look at her. “Yeah. I— I was gonna try, to be honest, but…”

“I’m gonna throw up,” she said, suddenly moving to the sink.

He followed after swiftly, helping her as best as he could. He pulled her hair back gently as she emptied her stomach into the kitchen sink.

“You’re okay, sweetheart,” he said softly, rubbing her back with the hand that wasn’t holding her hair. “Get it all out.”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, sniffling.

“I’ve seen you worse,” he said with a smirk. “That upset about what I said?”

If she had been a touch more sober, she might have realized he was joking. Unfortunately, she took it completely literally.

“I didn’t mean to. I just thought about you and some—”

“Whoa, whoa. Hold on, I wasn’t—” he paused as she stood again, running the sink to clear it out. He turned it off again, impatient. “What are you talking about?”

“What?”

He watched her as she straightened herself out, pulling down the skirt of the dress she was in where it had ridden up.

“You threw up over me mentioning—”

“Dean.”

“Why?”

She sighed, leaning down to rest her head on the counter.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“You kissed someone. I didn’t even get that far.”

“Why do you care?” she asked, standing again, and nearly falling over.

He caught her gently, but kept his hard tone as he responded to her.

“Why do you?”

“Because I just do, Dean.”

“You’re so freaking stubborn,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes with one hand.

“You’re one to talk. This is all your fault anyways.”

“Excuse me?” he asked, annoyance in his voice.

“It’s your fault,” she said, punctuating the phrase with a slap to his chest.

“Yeah? And how’s that?”

“You should’ve just kissed me instead of chickening out and running away like a little boy.”

He was stunned into silence, his anger dissipating and then quickly returning.

“If you hadn’t made me dance with you, I wouldn’t have been all in your face in the first place,” he shot back.

“You’re such a dick,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Six years of not chasing anyone but you, and for what? You’re acting like a bitch.”

“Well, jokes on you, sweetheart,” he exclaimed, opening up his arms. “Hasn’t even been six years.”

“Great! Let’s hope we never get there, then!”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m not the one who ran off to get a hookup because I couldn’t handle my feelings.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, you just ran off to make out with someone because you couldn’t handle your feelings.”

“Why do you feel the need to make everything so difficult?”

“Because you’re the most difficult person I’ve ever met,” he said, voice raising to an octave you didn’t often hear. “How else am I supposed to deal with you?”

She groaned in frustration, pushing past him to leave. She stalked out of the kitchen, only making it so far as the hallway before she was getting pulled back.

“Stop it, Dean,” she all but yelled.

He rolled his eyes, pulling her closer and leaning down to kiss her. One hand found her face, a surprisingly gentle touch in comparison to how intense the kiss was. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath, a smile on her face as he finally gave in. He pulled back a moment later, though not without an internal struggle.

“The douchebag at the bar kiss you like that?” he mumbled against her lips.

“Not exactly,” she sighed. “What took you so long?”

“You weren’t making moves either, loser,” he said with a laugh.

“You didn’t exactly make yourself out to be available, De.”

“And you did? You literally told me I wouldn’t get you in my wildest dreams a few weeks ago.”

She paused, a smile spreading to her face.

“Touché.”

“How about now?”

She quirked a brow. “You propositioning me, Winchester?”

“If I was, what would you say to that?”

“I’d say that I think there must be some technical malfunctions in the universe for me to get that lucky.”

He smirked, slowly backing her until she was pressed against the wall.

“Early celebration?”

“Only if we still celebrate when we hit twenty one ninety,” she said with a smile. “Gotta safeguard, here. Easier for me to make sure this doesn’t become a one-time thing.”

“You think I’d be able to stop after one time? It’s you,” he said, moving in closer. Her arms wound around his neck. “I’ve been holding out for six years.”

“Not quite.”

“Mm. Close enough.”

He leaned in to kiss her again, this time slow and soft. She kissed back, glad to finally know what his lips felt like against hers. He let his hands wander, holding to her hips and sliding down further.

“You look real pretty in this dress,” he mumbled between kisses.

“Was hoping you’d see it and like it,” she smiled, nipping at his lip. “Just don’t rip it if you decide to take it off me.”

He smiled against her as he leaned back in. He kissed her, deepening it immediately as one hand dragged down her leg. He slotted his own thigh between her legs, adding a little friction that had her gasping into his mouth. He started hiking up the skirt of the dress further. Slowly, purposely teasing her with it. Teasing himself just as much.

Then, heavy footsteps started coming down the hall. They separated quickly and ducked inside the kitchen, hoping Sam would walk past. Unfortunately, they were wrong.

Dean stood behind Y/N quickly, concealing a problem he didn’t exactly have time to fix.

“Hey,” Sam said softly, seemingly not noticing a thing. “I didn’t hear yelling coming down and needed a drink. You two all good?”

She nodded. “Great.”

“Awesome,” Dean said at the same time.

Sam nodded, giving a tight smile as he walked past.

“We were actually about to head to bed, so…” she said, looking at him as he stood at the fridge.

“Okay,” he nodded, nonchalant. “Night.”

“Night.”

Dean waved a quick goodbye, following after her quickly. They broke into his room, giggling like a couple of drunk toddlers.

“He didn’t hear yelling,” Dean said, closing in on her once the door was shut.

She reached for his belt, quickly undoing it as they got closer to the bed.

“He didn’t.”

He grabbed her by the waist, tossing her down on the mattress, slowly climbing on top of her.

“Wanna test and see if the walls in here are just as soundproof?”

She looked up at him as he finally tugged her dress up around her hips.

“I love a good experiment.”

She laid back in the early morning hours, not even bringing herself to be annoyed that she was being suffocated by a large man on top of her. Mostly because if Dean killed her that way, it certainly would suck, but what a way to go.

She sighed, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as he rested against her chest. She ran her fingers through his hair until he eventually woke up with the sweetest sleepy smile point at her.

“Hey,” he said, adjusting himself to see her better.

“Hey,” she greeted, accepting a soft kiss. “I think we should’ve done that forever ago.”

“I don’t know. Might be like a wine situation. We let it sit so long that it got even better by the time we actually got some.”

“Very poetic.”

He smiled, a hand coming to rest on her side as he kissed her again. It was slow and lazy and altogether too sweet. She was almost embarrassed that she had to be there to witness how mushy that moment was, if not for the fact that she was on the receiving end of the mush. She pulled away from him first, leaving him to whine.

“You’re so dramatic,” she said in a whisper. “Whining?”

“You were doing plenty of that last night,” he smirked.

“Okay,” she rolled her eyes playfully. “Why don’t we get some breakfast. I’m starving.”

His hand started moving downward, inching up the shirt of his that she was wearing.

“I could eat.”

“Dean,” she warned.

He started scooting down the mattress slowly, not giving up.

“Come on. Kitchen.”

“Ooh, kinky.”

“Cut it out,” she laughed. “Kitchen for actual breakfast. I don’t waste time when it comes to breakfast.”

They made it to the kitchen for that breakfast successfully! Twenty minutes later, anyway.

“Hey,” Sam greeted, not looking up.

“Morning, Sammy,” Dean said, going straight towards the cabinets for cereal.

She realized suddenly that there may have been something she forgot in his room.

“Is that Dean’s shirt?” Sam asked.

She looked down, realizing that it was clothes she had forgotten. Sam paused, raising a hand.

“On second thought, I don’t want to know. Glad to know you’re at least not fighting. Just— Maybe some pants next time.”

She laughed, following Dean to the table as he set down two bowls of cereal. They all sat eating in a comfortable silence. Then a slightly less comfortable silence as Dean grabbed her thigh halfway through breakfast. Sam quickly excused himself after that, a knowing smile on his face as he left.

“So… We’re in the kitchen,” Dean said, leaning towards her. “I don’t think Sammy’s comin’ back anytime soon.”

After definitely not doing anything weird in the kitchen and then totally not feeling bad and scrubbing down the entire room for the day, things fell into a new rhythm. It was comfortable and surprisingly less of an adjustment than they were expecting. All of those years of relentless flirting must’ve made for an easy transition.

Dean cleared his throat a few days later, grabbing her attention as she lounged in the room he’d set aside for TV-watching (with the fun new addition of a couch).

“Yeah?” she asked, looking away from the screen to see him.

“Guess what?”

“Hm?”

“2190 days.”

She smiled. “Yeah? Is that today?”

He hummed, giving a nod.

“What were those special plans of yours?”

He raised a brow. “You really wanna know?”

She merely nodded. He paused the show they were watching.

“I, uh— I was gonna tell you how I felt if I didn’t chicken out.”

“You’re kidding,” she replied after a beat.

“I’m not,” he said with a chuckle.

“Man. Almost twenty two hundred days of a blackout before we finally lit it up, huh?”

He laughed. “That’s one way of putting it.”

She paused, turning to put her feet in his lap. He immediately, started rubbing her leg, enjoying the uninhibited ability to touch her.

“Wanna know something funny?”

He raised a brow in question.

“Years ago someone told me they knew we’d end up together.”

“Who? Bobby?”

She shook her head. “Garth.”

He rolled his eyes as she laughed, poking him in the arm a moment later.

“Got to give it to him, he’s always been perceptive,” she noted.

“Guess so,” he nodded, reluctant to admit it. “Freakin’ Garth.”

She watched him a moment, then retracted her legs. He looked at her, almost hurt with those big puppy-dog eyes.

“Oh, poor baby,” she cooed. “Don’t worry, I’m comin’ closer.”

She crawled over to him, settling in his lap. He ran his hands up her legs, a small smile returning to his lips.

“I can think of a few other ways we can celebrate today, you know?”

“Yeah?” he asked, leaning into the cushions.

“Five words: apple pie in the freezer.”

“Oh, baby, you know how to talk dirty to me,” he groaned, pulling her down for a kiss in a fit of laughter.

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Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 110)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57014356/chapters/162064732

Khan approached the spasming droneling, lying on the ground in a pool of her own oil and foaming drool.

“Tera… Tera come on… g-get up…” He didn't know what to do, he didn't even know what to say.

N's voice cracked as he screamed from the entrance to the bunker. “Go! Start the Ship!”

Uzi's barely held back a tidal wave of tendrils from the interior, using her solver to crush the doors shut and try to keep it in just a little bit longer

“N!” V looked at him with her voice shaky and nervous, “N we…”

His gaze fell on his daughter, his sweet little baby girl, now being cradled in Khan’s arms as her body contorted “Tera!”

The siesure ended, her visor went blank.

…

[FATAL ERROR]

Everyone's eyelights hollowed, N sprung tears in his eyes and nearly doubled over when the weight of it hits him.

“Nonono! Tera! Jellybean!”

Thud!

No one noticed the silver and gold blur touch down behind him, not Uzi, too busy holding back the doors to even think about looking behind her. Not N, who'd just watched his daughter die, Not Khan with his visor too full of tears…

And not V, who stared at it all in abject horror.

“Don't worry. You'll join her soon.” Said that voice, prep and corporate joining together to make the world's most punchable tone. There's the sound of a laser charging, and N felt the barrel at the back of his torso, aimed at his core.

Beep!

A robotic tone pings from N's system.

“Safe mode: Off, Safe mode: Off. Saaaaffeeee mooooooo-”

The laser fired, but N's moved too fast for it to connect with anything but dirt, J's eyelights hollowed a split moment before Ns sword came from her left and cut her legs off, sending her into the ground.

The thrusters on the ship began to let out a high pitched whine as it cycled up, heat steaming from the sides. V shook her head, grabbed Khan, who was still holding the shell of his granddaughter in horror, and threw him into the ship.

She looked back to see Lizzy catch him, giving the girl a sad smile, the worker shook her head. “V! Don't!”

Uzi struggled to contain the creature in the bunker, using both hands to hold the doors closed, tendrils erupted out of the ground around her, burrowing under instead of through.

“S-shit!”

Red solver symbols cut them down with peices of scrap metal. Uzi blinked, looking back for just a moment.

Doll stood there, on top of a burnt out car, using her solver to watch Uzi's back.

“Doll?”

The young solver girl was filthy, infected, a black growth snaking from under her eyepatch, her leg covered in a red membrane of flesh.

And yet her eyelight still burned red, and her face was determined. [Uzi. Don't get distracted]

Uzi quickly turned back to focus on the door.

“I t-thought you were dead…”

[May as well be.]

More red symbols danced around her, chopping through tentacles like butter.

“Why come back…?”

[Repent]

The ships outer lights turned on, the engines began to hum, more and more smoke billowed out from underneath the thrusters.

The fence snapped, everyone was decended upon by the living dead, groaning as they rushed towards the the ship, V growled as she pulled out a flamethrower and started the charcoaling, screaming as flame poured out of the end and connected with the neverending hoard.

N kicked J's cut off legs away, a sick, twisted smile on his face as a soft giggle crackled out of his core. She switched to a missile… which was quickly cut off, then her other hand a gun; which is pulled off by N's claws grabbing the end and pulling so hard it yanks the entire joint out of her shoulder.

Her tail came up behind his shoulder, as a last hail mary, but he just moved out of the way and let her stab herself in the chest with it.

“Agh!” She yelped, trying to pull it out, but N leaned down and pressed his hand to her canister, making sure she injects it all into herself.

Yellow acid began to leak out around her core, sparks filling the spaces between, she choked, the golden acid filling her mouth and burning away… everything.

N watched the light drain from her eyes, tears filling her eyelights as she twitched and jerked, smoke filling the air around them

“Fuck you. J…” He growled under his breath.

He's just in time for the door to the bunker to burst open, Uzi and Doll being blown back as… IT, flowed out like a pressurized liquid

N made a sonic boom as he caught his girlfriend, moving faster then he ever had to grab her just in time to escape a tendrils clutches… Doll wasn't so lucky, she yelped as she's caught midair by one, and subsequently crushed, being absorbed into it like it was nothing.

“Doll!”

The ship began to push off of the planets crust, V flew up just in time to watch as the hoard of dead was burnt from the thrusters, incinerating them as the ship arced upward.

“The Ship! It's gonna make it!” Uzi almost broke into a smile.

N didn't say anything as he chased after it, even as his visor warned him he was overheating, putting too much power in his anti-grav and wings. It didn't matter, he just needed to get there-

The Thing was right behind them, a mass of tentacles and cameras, and claws that pushed off the planet right along with it, reaching up to grab it, tentacles piling on tentacles to make up the distance.

N crashed into the open door, V right behind them, both dissasembly drones panting and steam wafting out of every joint.

They watched as the world eater gets closer and closer, tendris stretching and duplicating, anything, to stop them.

Khan continued to stare at the little droneling in his arms, limp. Sitting against the shuttle wall. Tears rolling down his face as he brushed his hand over her mess of black hair.

“I'm so sorry… I'm so…” Bishop wiggled from sitting between his legs, turning his face towards his grandfather in confusion.

He chirped, peeped and chattered at his sister, not knowing she'll never respond.

“I shouldn't have trusted it… I shouldn't have. It was too good to be true…” He sobbed, pressing his forehead against her tiny one, heavy heaves leaving his throat.

The entire ship shakes, and stops. Khan's head came up from his mourning in confusion. “W-wha?”

The End… had grabbed the ship. Stretching itself so thin that it The flesh was creaking and groaning with strain.

But they'd been caught.

Everyone's eyelights went hollow. Lizzy leaped into V's arms, Thad cradled some of the kids, huddled in a corner, N and Uzi looked at each other.

It's… over.

N looked out the window. “M-maybe I could do something! I'm gonna-”

“No! Please, I'll go! I’m the one who had to go and lead us right to it!”

They argued, about who deserved to live, who deserved to die. Khan looked down at his grandson and… granddaughter. And brushed a strand of black hair out of the young drones face before standing up, and grabbing something from the bag next to him.

Uzi noticed.

“Dad?”

Khan sighed, he pulled up the unfinished railgun onto his shoulder, pulls out some wires, and plugged it into himself.

The gun glows white.

Uzi's eyes hollowed further. “What… what are you doing?”

He smiled at her kindly, the gun beeped to declare it's ready to fire. “Finally making things right…I'm sorry dronelette.”

Uzi gasped as he rushed towards the suddenly open door, she tried to go after him, wings popping out of her back but N grabbed her and restrained her, tears already in his eyes. “Uzi No! You'll die too!”

“Dad! Dad No! No! Don't leave me! Not again!”

Khan ran out the airlock door and shut it tight behind him, beginning to fall back towards the black ball that was now Copper-9.

The devil paid a falling peice of debris no mind as he aimed for the part most stretched thin, feeling his own core race as it's plugged into the gun.

He breathed in- and out.

Click!

The gun glew brightly, he screamed as his core is used one last time, jolts of white electricity arced out of both him and the gun before a white beam exploded out the end with a huge bang.

The creature screamed as it was severed in two, releasing the ship and letting it continue on it's journey.

With nothing holding it up, the Solver began to fall back towards the planet, it tried to create wings, but it's over indulged, it was too big- too heavy, too greedy…

Khan smiled as he watched the sun rise from the vantage point of the upper atmosphere, the front of his chassis with a hole blown through, exposing his quickly dying core.

It whined as it powers down, the white fading.

“Huh… Uzi was right… it is… beautiful.” His voice trailed off as he burns up on re-entry, becoming Copper-9's last ever comet…

Before the corpse of the Solver hits the ground, and the crust finally gave way.

The drones on the shuttle watched as what little was left of Copper-9's unstable core detonates, the planet cracking off into pieces as it makes it's fiery exit.

The shuttle was just out of range from the shockwave, the ship groaning from the damage it took from being grabbed, but continued on valiantly.

Every drone paused, freezing to wait… to watch, to see if the planet would come back to life and chase them.

But it didn't

The ship erupted in celebration, drones cheering and crying with joy as they realized they won! It's over! Truly over!

Uzi and N were not part of that group. Neither was V, or Lizzy, or Thad.

V was the one to pick up Tera's body and bring it to the mother that didn't know yet, that was still staring out the door her father left out of as if expecting him to come through at any moment.

N felt like there was a five thousand pound weight in his throat as he turned to look, his breath catching on it as his grief took back control of his emotions.

“Uzi…” The forlorn daughter turned to look.

And she screamed.

It's primal, the sound that cracked through the celebration like a whip, Uzi taking Tera's body in her arms and cradling it, rocking it and herself back and forth.

Everything fell silent as the news rippled through the crowd, Lizzy holding Bishop and covering his visor and audials.

N put a hand on his girlfriends back, it's all he can force his body to do as he's paralyzed in his own grief.

V sat in front of her, using her wings as a privacy screen as she touched Uzi's head while she wailed, closing her eyes to try and hide the silent tears.

Lizzy sat next to her, looking far away.

And Thad placed another hand on Uzi, under N's, and let her cry.

Because it's all she could do.

…

Tera wandered alone in a dark void, walking on all fours… she wasn't sure how long exactly she'd been walking for, it had felt like awhile.

She didn't feel sick anymore.

She… didn't feel much of anything actually, like she was covered in cotton, fuzzy, slightly tingly, and while running in a completely open space was fun for awhile, she'd… like to go back home now.

But… there was nothing.

Until there suddenly was.

A young human girl with long black hair, dual pigtails, green eyes, and darkened skin was sitting in front of her.

She jumped back in surprise with a squeak.

“Oh. Sorry little guy, didn't mean to scare ya.” She had an Australian accent, looking at Tera with the kindest smile.

She hissed at the creature she'd never seen before.

And the girl laughed. “Yeah… you've probably never seen a human before, ey tyke?”

Tera glared.

“I'm…Tessa. Or… I used to be, anyway, not sure how much of ‘me’ is actually left…”

Tera cocked her head, and furrowed her brow. “Tera.”

Tessa smiled wide. “I know, you're a very brave little girl.”

Tera looked around, it was just them, nothing else but thousands of miles of blackness in every direction.

So, she climbed into the human girls lap.

And there… she felt warm, like she was home. And yet…

“Where…. Out?” She asked, even as the warmth from the human threatened to send her into the long sleep.

“You want out?”

“I want… Mama and Papa.” She replied. “Where they?” She fought against the sleepiness as she looked up at Tessa determinedly.

“They'll… be here before you know it.” Tessa smiled, but it wavered, like she was about to cry.

“I… no want to stay.” She shuffled off Tessa's lap.

“No no… you have to stay little one.”

“Why?”

“That's just how it works…”

“What works?”

Tessa went silent. “You're so young… you don't even know what's happening…”

The droneling cocked her head. “Happen-ing?”

Tessa looks at her, really looks at her. Then looks up, seemingly at something, but Tera can't see it…

“Tess-a?”

A yellow solver symbol appeared in front of Tera, along with a text box.

[Activate (failsafesolverADMINHOST.exe) Y/N]

“Do you want to see your parents…?” Tessa asked, and Tera nods.

The human sighed. “Press the Y.”

Tera blinked, looked from the text, to Tessa and back again, contemplating… and then she slammed her hand down on the Y.

And then there's a very, very bright yellow light.

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Just so everyone knows, Jason does wind up going to Edgarton in HoJ because he wants the chance to do normal teenager stuff. Leo also goes, and he's whining and complaining about it the whole time. Edgarton also requires extracurriculars for boarding students, so Leo joins the track team. He TRIED the robotics team, but he got bored and frustrated with the things they were allowed to do because he can make this stuff in his SLEEP and nobody will let him put flamethrowers on the battle bot.

Piper is obviously not going to the school, but she's in LA with her dad and Festus is very fast so sh goes to all of Leo’s track meets and Jason’s lacrosse and tennis games. She's not really supposed to be in the dorm and Jason and Leo are DEFINITELY not supposed to be wandering off campus with her, but she is very good at getting her way. 💖 She's at the school so often like 70% of the staff and half of the student body knows who she is. Reyna also comes with her when Piper can pester her into hanging up her Praetor cape for the day.

#also OBVIOUSLY jason and leo are kissing #piper for sure does the And they were roommates and leo is SO mad at himself when he automatically answers oh my god they were roommates #writing rambles #the heroes of juno #valgrace

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estrellami-1 · 2 years ago

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If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

“So,” Nancy says, all business. Steve knows her, knows she’s pushing down whatever feelings she has. Knows it won’t last. Appreciates it anyways. “Barb?”

Steve nods, leading her back down the hall. “Listen up,” he says. “Our top priority right now is saving Barb and Will from the Upside Down.” He looks around. “Jonathan’s already out looking for Will. We’ll need to read him in before we go, but he deserves to be part of the rescue mission for his own brother. First things first, though, we’re going to need weapons.”

“They’re vulnerable to fire,” Robin continues. “So Molotov cocktails, and lots of them. Nancy, you had a gun last time. Any idea where that would be?”

Nancy frowns, shakes her head. “I don’t have one.”

“It’s Jonathan’s.” Steve runs a hand through his hair. “So we’ll need to bring him in soon. He also had a bat filled with nails, which I ended up taking. Dustin, Mike, Lucas, I need you to think up ideas on flamethrowers. If nothing else, lighters and cans of hairspray. Let one of us know what you need, and we’ll find a way to get it for you.”

“And me?” Eddie asks.

Steve grins. “Oh, you’re gonna love this.” He tosses a tape at Eddie. “Metallica, Master of Puppets. 1986.”

Eddie looks down at the tape, then up at Steve, open-mouthed. “Holy shit,” he whispers.

“I’ve got a player in my room. How fast can you learn the second track?”

“Oh, my guitar!” Eddie says, scrambling up. “Holy shit. Uh, depends on how hard the song is. I’ll let you know once I’ve listened to it a few times.”

“Eddie,” Steve says before he can leave. He freezes in the doorway. “If you want to back out…”

“You’re a distraction,” Robin says softly. “The bats follow the sound. The first time around, you die because you weren’t willing to let them get to Dustin.”

“Which we’ll fix this time,” Steve says firmly. “We know what went wrong. We’ll make sure to close the vents this time.” He works his jaw. “I’m not losing anyone.”

Eddie looks at them. Robin, to Steve, to everyone else. “I’m in,” he says quietly.

Steve nods. Eddie leaves. They hear his footsteps heading upstairs. Steve’s door closes, and a few seconds later the song starts up.

Steve tenses. “I’m never gonna not think of that.”

“Steve,” Robin says, and nods to the couch beside her, inviting him to sit down.

He does, taking her hand and squeezing it, breathing out harshly. “Okay,” he says. “Boys, start brainstorming. Nance, can you go find Jon? We need him and his gun.” She nods and walks out.

El approaches Steve. “You gave me a hug,” she says seriously. “When they were being loud. Your head is being loud. Will a hug help?”

Inexplicable tears burn at the corners of his eyes. “Y’know what? I think it just might.”

She smiles and hugs him, and he hugs her back, pulling her to sit beside him. “Y’know what?” He whispers.

“What?” She whispers back.

“Your hair grows out, and it looks so pretty.”

She looks excited at the prospect. “It does?”

“Mhm. Right, Robs?”

“Oh, yeah,” she agrees. “Bitchin’, even.”

“What is ‘bitchin’?” El asks as Steve slaps at Robin.

“Something Robin shouldn’t’ve said,” he says, pretend-glaring at her. “Timeline, Robs, c’mon.”

She snorts. “Okay, nerd.”

“Band geek.”

She squawks and launches herself at him, and Steve laughs as he curls over El, who’s giggling.

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sezez · 9 months ago

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I have a confession to make, may I have mercy for what I'm bout to say but uh...

I honestly hate how FMA:B handles Mustang and Hawkeye's relationship. Yes, you heard me right. I hate it.

But this is a personal thing, I'm not saying the show did a bad job at showing it or anything! However, I shall allow you to get your flamethrowers out.

It's just... I'm a big FMA 03 fan, and I just prefer how Mustang is portrayed as this mysterious boss who seems to care about himself and will do what it takes to get to the top. And Hawkeye being his right-hand woman, keeping an eye on him and making sure he isn't making a fool of himself.

And I honesty just dislike how Hawkeye looks in Brotherhood, I- I just don't like how her eyes look because she is meant to be this serious and intimidating character since she is entitled to be "The Hawk's Eye"

But in Brotherhood, her eyes look far too innocent for that to match with her title. And I prefer how her eyes look in 03, having a sharper edge and her eyes being a amber brown then a chocolate brown.

I'm sorry Brotherhood!Hawkeye, I just don't like how less intimidating you are compare to 03!Hawkeye. You can shoot me more times than you did to Lust.

Anyway, onto my problems with the relationship...

I just don't like how much it's presented in the show, like the viewer can see there's something going on between them. Like it's so obvious, it's frustrating to look at and how other characters don't see it too.

While in 03, it's much more quiet and it feels the relationship they have is natural and hidden from everyone, including the viewers with only little hints to them having a deeper connection than we thought.

And the biggest issue I have with this is during the moment when Hawkeye shot Lust multiple times because she thought her boss was dead.

Yeah, I hate how she had a mental breakdown immediately after a Homunculi who's very likely to lie and manipulate her.

I just- I just expected her to handle the situation better, like girl- you know this man for years and there will be times where he might die given his status, position, and power. I know you're whole job is to protect him and follow where he goes, but- just... There WILL be a time where, he just dies.

And just, I expected her to not take Lust's words seriously so soon despite not seeing Mustang's dead ass. And I dislike how fast it was for her to react that way, like there's no slow moment or proof that he's dead to her.

So why did she just... Fired her gun at Lust like a little child throwing a tantrum because she couldn't find her favorite toy?

So, now that I have most likely have tons of people pointing their guns at me, I'll just say one more thing about what I liked in 03 more than in Brotherhood.

The parallel between in 03 where Hawkeye cries over a presume dead Mustang after he got his eye shot and in Brotherhood where Mustang holds a injured Hawkeye.

In Brotherhood, I was really annoyed with Mustang. Cause, dude, your wife is bleeding out and your just being held by some of mindless men that are just HOLDING YOU BY THE ARMS AND YOUR HANDS ARE COMPLETELY FREE for you to snap your fingers and burn them all. And the way he held her after she got saved is cute, but annoying that he didn't do shit and he was REALLY useless in that moment.

And honestly I wished Mustang stayed blind, hell, maybe his eyes could have been taken out all together like how Ed lost his leg or Izumi having her guts ripped out. Also the moment doesn't feel sad or worrying to me, it's just frustration because he can do SOMETHING in that moment.

Now what I liked in 03, I really enjoy that throughout the series, Hawkeye is some distant person who just seems done with her job and the colonel's bullshit. But the moment when she was running up to the Fuhrer's mansion, and seeing him on the ground with a puddle of blood, she goes to him and calls his name out.

And she cries when she didn't get a response, and that's what I liked more. She doesn't immediately cries, she checks to make sure he's with her. That moment felt more emotional and powerful to me than in FMA:B.

And I want to thank you all coming to my personal opinion on a lovely ship, I will gladly take any hits from you all and have a good day, afternoon, and night.

#fullmetal alchemist #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #roy x riza #royai #fma ramble #fma 03 #fma brotherhood #rant post #this is basically a death wish post #i will go down on how i feel about these two's relationship because i can

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dowagerqueenofhell · 2 months ago

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3. Weekend at Bobby's

3. Weekend At Bobby’s

One Year Later

Much had happened since the deal. Lucifer and Michael were thrown into Lucifer’s cage by Sam who fell with them. Dean resigned himself to go and live with Lisa and Ben as he’d promised his brother. Castiel went back to heaven. Bobby got back to being the helper of all hunters around. Sam came back, but he’s been working with his mother’s family ever since. As for Lane, she worked part-time at one of the Sioux Falls middle schools as a substitute for the English teachers while living at both Jodie’s and Bobby’s. They hadn’t heard of Crowley for ages…

*•*•*•*•*•*

Lane was working a shift instead of a sixty-year-old, pervy teacher when she decided she’d go visit Bobby. She hadn’t seen him in a week and she wanted some news on the boys. She got in her car and drove to his house as soon as the school bell rang, feeling like a teenage girl who visits her cool uncle once in a while. It was theoretically true.

Shearrived there to see a fresh patch of concrete in the backyard —she always got in by the back door. She frowned and made her way inside, feeling eerie a bit.

“Bobby?” Lane called, somehow knowing he’d be in the basement.

“Down here!” came his muffled voice from downstairs.

She set my bag down on the kitchen table and went there, on my way she heard a woman scream. Lane figured he was trying to exorcise a demon. She found a girl, barely older than her, tied to a chair in a Devil’s trap.

“Yo,” she greeted him simply.

“Hey, what’d you need?” he asked gruffly.

Lane was taken aback by his harsh tone. “Er nothing, just thought I’d say hi. Help around, maybe… Are you okay?”

He looked at her and sighed. “Sorry, I just… Can’t get anything done with everyone interrupting because they need something. Rufus even came to ask for help burying a body, for God’s sake!“

Lane blinked at him. "I don’t have anything going on like that, so what’s up with her?” She asked pointing at the demon on the chair.

“I need information from her,” he replied before turning to her, “what’s Crowley’s name? Back when he was flesh and blood.”

“Does tying a girl on a chair make you feel better about that time when you murdered your wife?” She asked, surprising her. Lane didn’t know Bobby ever had a wife.

He didn’t answer her, instead he grabbed a sack of what sounded like bones. “What’s that?” The demon asked uninterestedly.

“You don’t recognize them? They’re yours,” he said casually before placing the sack on the table next to him such as to be able to see the bones clearly. Then he grabbed his flamethrower and lit it.

“It won’t work,” she said smugly, “it’s a myth.”

“Then you got nothing to worry about,” he said as he threw fire at her bones, making her yell in pain.

“I can’t!” she moaned when he stopped. “You don’t know what he’ll do to me.”

“Right now, you better worry about what I’ll do to you,” he replied.

“You don’t understand, he’s the King—”

“King of the Crossroads, I know.”

“No, King of Hell,” she said.

“Well, this is news,” Lane said.

Bobby was silent as he blew off the flamethrower, and just as he was about to talk the doorbell rang.

The demon spoke. “You’ll get that or what?”

He turned to Lane. “Keep her quiet.”

She nodded and he went upstairs. “That’s the blonde neighbor,” said the demon, “hoping to tap the drunk.”

Lane threw Holy water in her face and she screamed. Crap! She’d forgotten she needed to shut her up. She had to think fast. She went upstairs and heard Bobby talking to Ms. Ward about horror movies. She went to the front door and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Come on, Bobby. You’re missing all the fun!” Lane said excitedly before glancing at the neighbor and smiling at her and extending her hand, “Hi, I’m Lane Carpenter. And you must be our new neighbor, right?”

She looked confused as they shook hands and said, “Er—uh yes.”

Lane smiled again, trying to abate tension. “So I’ll go rewind what you missed,” she told Bobby, “and we’re out of chips—”

He handed her the tray she’d brought and said, “Take this to the kitchen while you’re at it.”

Lane grabbed it carefully, “Alright,” she smelled it and felt her heart leap, “this smells terrific! Don’t scare her off, Bobby.”

He glared at me while she looked more confused than ever. “Don’t you have somewhere you need to be, kid?”

“One question, did you use walnuts when you made this?” Lane asked her.

She shook her head. “No, I’m allergic.”

“Awesome! You’ll be lucky if you even taste this, Bob’,” Lane said walking away.

He glared at her again. “Go, for God’s sake!”

“Okay dad!” Lane sighed heavily, “Bye ma'am, thanks for this!”

She went to the kitchen and heard them talking. “Well, this is awkward,” said Bobby embarrassed.

“So, you two..?”

“What? No! No, nothing like that she’s got a twelve year old’s brain,” he said with a chuckle.

“And you could be a hundred years old, for all I know!” She retorted before going downstairs.

“That was the worst sitcom ever,” said the demon as soon as she caught sight of her.

“Spare me your third grade teasing,” Lane sighed, sitting cross-legged on the floor outside of her Devil’s trap.

Then, they heard Bobby’s heavy footsteps down the stairs. “Are you gonna make sweet love to her and stab her to death? That is your thing, right?”

He didn’t answer, but lit up the flamethrower and burned her bones more. “I want Crowley’s name, now!” he yelled over the noise.

She was nearly completely consumed so Lane caught Bobby’s gaze. “She’s nearly done…”

He nodded at me and stopped the fire. “Last chance, you black-eyed bitch.”

“Okay, okay!” She panted desperately. “His name's Fergus MacLeod, we call him Lucky the Leprechaun behind his back.”

“MacLeod is Scottish, dumbass,” he remarked before turning the flamethrower on full blast.

“No! we had a deal!” She protested frantically before bursting up in flames like ghosts did.

Lane gave Bobby a look of pity and he scrunched up his face at her saying, “We’re hunters, Lane!”

*•*•*•*•*•*

Lane decided to spend the night at Bobby’s, and help him find leverage against Crowley so he got back his soul. After some research he had found out that demons were sort of like ghosts, and that they could be completely destroyed by burning their bones.

She went to my room and curled on my bed, tired from the week at school. The night was short but she felt rested. She washed up and went to see what Bobby was making out of that information, but she found him washing blood off his clothes instead.

She frowned and murmured in a still-sleepy voice, “’D'I miss something?”

He saw her and nodded before replying with, “Thing Rufus had me bury escaped and went on a killing spree. At the new neighbor’s.”

“Ouch,” she winced. “Must’ve been me jinxing you when I told you not to scare her off, sorry.”

He shook his head. “Nah, you were right. I do scare them off.”

She leaned against the kitchen’s threshold. “Not Jodie,” she said, trying to make up for it.

“She’s better off without me. Y'all are, except I’d like to see you try,” he told her maliciously.

“Meaning?"

"You’re all dependent on me, whether it’d be for hunting or other things. When you’re stuck, Bobby’ll help and never say thanks or ask how he’s doing!” He complained loudly.

“I’m sorry, what did I come here for yesterday, Bob?” Lane asked a tad too exasperated for the matter.

He looked straight into my eyes and seemed like he didn’t know what to say. She spared him the trouble of fishing for words by grabbing her keys and jacket and heading toward the closest diner for breakfast.

*•*•*•*•*•*

She was reading in her car, parked in front of a lake when she started feeling guilty about what she said to Bobby. Maybe he wasn’t complaining about her but rather to her. She’d just been a total douche to him, not the friend he needed at that moment.

It was nearly sunset when she slapped her book shut and decided to go help Bobby some more and apologize to him. It took her little more than twenty minutes to get there, she ran inside feeling a rush of anxiety. She never knew how to apologize.

“Bobby?” She called, and just like yesterday the reply came from the basement.

“Here!”

She went downstairs and felt a ghost-induced chill. She saw a man, barely younger than her, talking to Bobby in a strong Scottish accent.

“Who’s the stiff?” Lane asked pointing at the ghost.

Bobby looked proud of himself. “Gavin MacLeod!”

Her eyes widened with shock. “MacLeod as in—?”

“Yep, very same,” Bobby said nodding, “and he gave me interesting information about daddy.”

“Like?” She asked excitedly.

He looked at her, no resentment due to earlier today visible on him, and said, “Don’t wanna spoil the surprise, there’s more to come.”

He continued to interrogate Gavin and asked Lane to gather the ingredients for demon summoning. She did so and when she was done, he drew a Devil’s trap on the low ceiling. Was he going to summon Crowley right then and there? She was sure of it but part of her hoped not.

She didn’t wanna face the bastard because each time it reminded her of what she had done for Sophia, and that she had eternity with him to spend. She couldn’t even take back my soul because Sophia would get sick again and she wouldn’t allow it. Bobby summoned Crowley who appeared right under the Devil’s trap.

Crowley sighed after he looked up to see the Devil’s trap, “Don’t we already know how this ends?” Bobby was going to talk but Crowley interrupted him, “Let me play it for you.” he pointed at Bobby, “‘Want me soul back, idjit!’” and then to himself, “‘'fraid not.’” to Bobby again, “‘But I’m all surly and I got a beard, gimme!’” to himself again, “‘Blah blah blah,’” to Bobby, “‘Bad joke on this and that,’” to himself, “‘Witty retort from yours truly.’ Bottom of the line: you get bubkes. Are we done here?”

Bobby wasn’t phased by Crowley’s obvious uninterest as he said, “Just getting started.” Gavin reappeared.

Crowley looked surprised as he said, “Gavin? So-Son it’s been so long… I love you so—” he was acting like a human father would until he broke into a chuckle, “I’m sorry, this is your leverage? I loathed the little bastard, you wanna torture him I’ll pull up a chair and I’ll watch. Hell, you can even burn his bones and we’ll have a family reunion downstairs.”

“Surprisingly Gavin hates you, if possible, just as much as you hate him,” announced Bobby. She was not expecting that kind of reunion, “meaning that he was more than glad to spill on you. Like how you used to get drunk and beat him to the blood.”

She winced, never pegged Crowley for the drunk abusive father. Hell, barely even for a father. The King looked like he’d just noticed her so he said, “Oh hello Poppet, didn’t see you there. How’s it going? Enjoying life, I hope?”

Lane stiffened before Bobby resumed his speech. “He also told me of how you sold your soul for an extra three inches below the belt.”

She lost it at that. The King of Hell, former King of the Crossroads, became a demon because he wanted to be better-equipped?

She snorted and of course, he noticed and looked smug as he said, “Just tryin’ to reach double digits.” Which made her laugh out loud and made him look her up and down before saying, “Tick tock, Poppet.”

She didn’t stop laughing, though her laughter went from amused to nervous as she shook her head in a Stop, he doesn’t know! way. What was she hoping for?

He pressed on. “I’ll love having you as a guest.”

“What’s he talking about, Lane?” Bobby asked.

“Later, keep going,” she said before sitting cross-legged on the floor.

He grabbed his phone and when whoever it was picked up, he put it on loudspeaker. “Hey Crowley,” said Dean’s voice, “guess what, the Winchesters have gone international now.”

She raised an eyebrow and Bobby said, “Gavin was kind enough to tell me where old Fergus was buried.”

Lane had just then realized that his real name was Fergus and she suppressed a smile. Until she realized that those assholes went to Scotland without her!

“You went to Scots without me?!” She bellowed at the phone.

“Lane? Hey, how’s it going?” Dean greeted.

“Without me?!” She bellowed again. Crowley was poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek, obviously bored and impatient.

“You really think this is the moment, Lane?” Bobby asked exasperated.

She hadn’t realized that she’d stood up, so she sat back down with a huff and folded her arms over her chest, sour. “This isn’t over, guys!”

“Anyway, guess what we got here, Crowley?” Dean asked.

“A quilt?” He asked in a monotone voice.

“Your bones, and—” we heard a click, “—this is my lighter ready to turn you into ashes.”

Crowley gave Bobby a dirty look before waving his hand and making fire writing appear on Bobby’s arms, another wave and it disappeared.

“I think we’ll go ahead and leave the part about my legs,” Bobby suggested as some of the writing appeared again on his arms.

“Can I go now? I’ve to be overseas,” Crowley said conversationally.

Bobby took his shotgun and broke the circle of the Devil’s trap. “Pleasure doing business with you, Crowley.”

“Likewise… Both of you,” he said looking straight at Lane.

“Shoot,” she breathed as he disappeared in a snap of his fingers.

*•*•*•*•*•*

The air in the Singer house was thick with tension, the kind that settled deep into the walls and lingered long after the shouting stopped. Lane stood her ground in the living room, jaw tight, arms crossed, refusing to let them see her hands shake.

Bobby sat in his armchair, exhausted but very much alive, his soul back where it belonged. Sam stood stiffly beside him, arms folded, lips pressed into a thin line. Dean, though, was pacing—back and forth, jaw clenched, hands flexing at his sides like he was barely keeping himself from putting a fist through the wall.

Finally, he stopped, leveling a glare at her that could’ve peeled paint.

"Tell me it’s not true."

Lane swallowed. "Dean—"

"Tell me," he growled, voice low, dangerous, "that you didn’t make a deal with Crowley."

She didn’t answer. She didn’t need to.

"Son of a bitch." Dean turned away, running a hand over his face before spinning back, eyes blazing. "What the hell were you thinking?!"

Lane’s fingers curled into fists. "I was thinking my sister was dying."

Dean scoffed, shaking his head. "And you thought handing your soul over to the King of Hell was the solution?!"

Lane’s temper flared, pushing past the guilt. "What was I supposed to do, Dean? Just sit there and watch her die?"

"You should’ve told us!" Sam cut in, his voice sharp with frustration. "We could’ve found another way!"

"There wasn’t time!" Lane shot back, looking between them. "You really think I wanted this? That I just jumped at the chance to chain myself to him?" She took a shaky breath, lowering her voice. "I didn’t have a choice."

"You always have a choice," Bobby muttered, and that—that stung more than it should have.

Lane turned to him, eyes burning. "Do I? Because as far as I can tell, the people I love tend to end up dead if I don’t do something about it."

"Yeah?" Dean snapped. "And what happens when Crowley comes to collect, huh? What happens when your time’s up?"

Lane set her jaw. "I’ll handle it."

Dean let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah? And what’s the plan there, genius? Hope he changes his mind? Newsflash, Lane, demons don’t just let people walk away from deals."

"I know that!" she snapped.

"Then what the hell is your endgame?"

Lane didn’t answer.

Dean shook his head, anger simmering just beneath his words. "You know, I thought you were smarter than this."

Lane flinched, but she bit back the hurt. "I saved her," she said instead, quieter this time. "That’s all that matters."

Dean let out a sharp exhale, like he was trying to force the rage out through his teeth. Sam just looked tired. Bobby, disappointed.

And Lane—Lane felt like the ground beneath her feet had never been more unsteady.

Because they didn’t get it. They couldn’t.

And maybe they never would.

Right then, they heard slow claps coming from the kitchen. They all grabbed the closest gun until they could find and saw Crowley come out.

“Very touching,” he commented as they all sighed, put their guns back down and got back to eating.

“Most people ring the doorbell,” she replied.

“I am not ‘most people’, Poppet,” he murmured.

“What’re you doing here, Crowley?” Dean asked.

“Dropped by to visit, or is that a crime now?” He feigned honesty.

“Knowing you, it is,” Bobby grunted.

Crowley stared at him and then at me. “You told them, then?”

“What is it to you?” She asked, taking another slice of pizza.

“Don’t eat that much, your soul won’t fit in your cell,” he said.

Lane surveyed him from head to toe as she took the biggest bite she could, enjoying every inch of flavour.

She swallowed before saying, “Do you know how I don’t care? And you didn’t answer my question.”

“I find you interesting, that’s what it is,” he replied. She raised her eyebrows.

“Interesting? Just that, well I should feel honoured. Oddly, I don’t,” she retorted.

He pressed his lips before saying, “Really, best investment since the extra inches.”

“You must’ve had crappy deals all these years, then. Does it even beat French kissing Bobby?” She asked, making the brothers snort and Bobby sigh heavily.

“By far,” Crowley said, “might want to do it again, some time?”

Dean frowned. “You can’t make two deals with the same person, Crowley.”

He raised his hands. “King of Hell, Squirrel.”

“Squirrel?” She repeated.

“Fitting, don’t you think Poppet?” Crowley teased before turning to Dean, “Although I wasn’t talking about the deal itself, more of the sealing of the deal.”

Dean raised his eyebrows while Bobby looked like he wanted to burn Crowley’s bones. “Really Crowley?"

"What? Gotta be honest, I didn’t think you’d be a good kisser, Poppet.”

She narrowed my eyes at him. “Didn’t think you’d refrain from touching my ass either.”

He bit his lower lip and winked at her. “Now I think I should have.”

“Don’t you have a hell to raise?” Bobby asked him bluntly.

“Jealous?” Crowley teased.

“Just go, please,” she sighed, “I’m freaking exhausted. See you guys tomorrow.”

She stood up and went upstairs, not even bothering to check whether Crowley was gone. Although he wasn’t there when she got back to grab her shotgun. She closed my bedroom door and when she turned around, she found a package on my bed. She held the shotgun with her underarm while she inspected the package. It was a minimal nightgown made of black silk, or what felt like it, and it had lace all over the bra part. She looked further into the package and found a word:

Like it?

There was no name but she somehow knew who it was from.

"Fugly,” she muttered, scrunching the paper in her hand and tossing it in a can.

Lane picked up the package, it felt heavy, so she inspected further in it to find a fancy chocolate box. Her teen self would’ve torn through the box to get all the chocolate but she knew better. Ninety percent of the time she saw Crowley, he either smelled of alcohol or he was drinking something. She was too tired to inspect every single chocolate so she put the whole package on her desk and started undressing for bed.

“I would appreciate a response on my gifts,” murmured Crowley’s voice when she was halfway through taking off her pants, which made her jump and fall on the floor gracelessly.

“Everything okay, Lane?” Lane heard Dean ask.

“Yeah! Just fell!” She answered, glaring at Crowley. She extended her hand to him whispering, “A little help, maybe?”

He chuckled as he motioned upward with two fingers and she was up before she knew it. “I don’t like lingerie, and that chocolate has a spell in it, I’m sure.”

He pressed his lips. “You underestimate me, Poppet… As for the lingerie, I’ll give it some time.”

“If you knew I was sober you’d’ve known that I don’t have sex,” she commented, as she grabbed a large t-shirt.

He saw her pyjama pants laying discarded. “What about those?”

“What is it with you and not your business?” She asked exasperated.

“Well,” he began, “I like my investments to be—”

“Stop calling me your 'investment’ I just did what I had to do to save my sister. I’m not your business partner or some crap like that. Just-- leave me alone,” she sighed, exhausted and frustrated with him.

He didn’t flinch or look like he was paying attention to her. He traced his chin with his thumb saying, “Until next time, Poppet.”

#crowley #mark sheppard #sam winchester #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #castiel #misha collins #dean #jared padalecki #bobby singer #supernatural writers community #supernatural imagines #supernatural prompt #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural crowley

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sullustangin · 2 months ago

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Fluffy February Day 2 -- That One Time

SWTOR

Time: 13 ATC (3640 BBY)

Rating: T for canon-typical violence

Author's note: "That one time refers to this truncated section of The Planter of Trees and Other Tales from Yavin 4:

“You think I should do that thing Marr does, when he just jumps out of the dropship before it lands?” Eva peered out of the front-facing viewport as Port Nowhere descended into the atmosphere.

“Not unless you want to be a splatter on the ground.” Risha joined her at the viewport, crossing her arms. “And it’s been done. It’s so pre-Treaty of Coruscant,” Guss chimed as he sat next to Eva. “Maybe you could borrow Akaavi’s jetpack –” “And get sucked up into the engine of Port Nowhere,” supplied Rogun, formerly the Butcher, as he entered the observation deck. “Or light your ass on fire.” Eva held up a finger and waved it slightly at Rogun. “Voidhound’s coat is all coated blastweave after that one time with the flamethrower.”

“You’re a kriffing idiot.”

“She’s facing a worthy foe.”

Eva looked up into her mirror to see Akaavi and Risha crammed into the doorway, watching her get ready.

The arms dealer wanted to meet the Voidhound in person, to see what the cartel’s new management was all about. Eva personally thought this was going to be an appendage measuring contest. The dealer was an Ergesh, which was about bizarre as Guss being a cowardly, criminal Mon Cal; this was a test of mettle, not an actual risk. Risha thought this was going to be a set up. Akaavi thought it was both, and so Eva going by herself was particularly brave.

“I’ll be fine,” Eva reassured both of them. “Ergesh are plant people. And you did fit me with that new toy, right?” That question was directed at Akaavi, who nodded brusquely. “We’ll be on the way to the Naboo Food Festival in no time flat. Tell Bowie not cancel any of our reservations for tomorrow.”

Akaavi nodded again and headed toward the cockpit. Risha hung back. “Let me guess. He told you to go alone?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” Eva returned to her work of plastering her face with foundation, erasing herself and preparing to draw on the Voidhound.

“We’ll see.”

Risha was right after all: it was a set up. The Ergesh brought some Gammorean friends and a Huttish grudge; Raskurro’s explosive ending had to be avenged.

But Eva hadn’t come unprepared.

First, the Gammoreans, who were quick to appear but slow to actually move on Eva – mistake.

ZAP. ZAP ZAP.

Her blaster was fast, and her aim was true.

The Ergesh lurched forward at her, and not knowing what the Ergesh weapon of choice could be (if they even had one), Eva holstered her right blaster, then extended her arm and squeezed her right hand into a fist.

The new flamethrower on the top of her hand activated, and a shot of flame lashed out at the Ergesh.

The Ergesh burst into flames with muddy, gurgling shriek.

“Cool,” Eva commented to herself. Then she unclenched her fist and lowered it, as Akaavi had drilled her on.

…the safety didn’t go off.

The flames licked at the Voidhound’s boots, and with a squawk of surprise, Eva rapidly clenched and flexed her fist again, trying to turn the damn thing off –

Nope, not working –

Eva lifted her arm again, backing away from the munitions that the Ergesh had actually brought with itself.

“Shiiiiiit.” Eva kept taking backward steps away from … well, she couldn’t run from her right arm unless she cut it off, and she really didn’t want to –

Eva pulled her head back away from her right side as far as possible and turned her head away as she felt a ‘click’ –

There was a tiny “boom,” like a small firecracker in a trashcan.

Eva cracked one eye open to look at the flamethrower.

Well, it was off.

But now her entire fucking arm was on fire.

In the split second it took for that to register on Eva, five stealth belts droned as their wearers crossed into each other’s fields.

“CAP!”

“EVA!”

“LITTLE GIRL!”

“CAPTAIN!”

“ACCCKK!”

She dropped down into the dirt as the crew swarmed her, trying to smother out the flames with dirt, their jackets, their paws, in Bowdaar’s case.

Eventually:

“I think it’s out.” Akaavi sat back on her heels and stared, eyes wide open, at the rest of the crew. “There was a failure in the device. This is my fault.”

“Pffft. I told her it was trap.” Risha let her bottom hit the ground as she leaned back on her arms.

Eva raised the remains of her right glove, her bare hand unharmed. “I think we need to discuss the blastweave. Works great on lasers, but actual fire? Not so great.”

“Ah, hell, and you girls got it lookin’ just right,” Corso commiserated. “It’s the right mix of pretty and deadly.”

“But it’s supposed to be deadly for ONLY the other guy, not the Captain,” Guss reminded him.

Bowdaar huffed in relief.

“I’ll treat the suit with a liberal coating of fire retardant and see if this improves its flame-resistant properties without mitigating its protections against blaster fire.” Akaavi was already planning her penance.

Eva folded her hands across her chest as she looked at the sky, the hat askew just enough so she could see the purple. “So. I did say I was taking the meeting alone.”

There was a series of uncomfortable shuffles, coughs, and ahems.

A broad grin broke across Eva’s face. “Risha is right. We really are the worst crew in the galaxy, full of sentimental misfits – including her!” Eva’s boot gave Risha’s nudge.

Bowdar huffed again, but this time, it was a laugh. Corso crumbled next, and then the last to crack a smile was Risha herself.

“Worst of all, you left the ship running with every single one of you outside it!”

The Captain led the merry chase back to the ship, hoping nobody had hijacked it in the interim.

Author's Note #2: Yes, the Ergresh are the species without a penis that I traumatized my NSA agent with the other night-- and without gender broadly.

@fluffyfebruary

#swtor #swtor fan fiction #oc: eva corolastor #risha drayen #corso riggs #bowdaar #guss tuno #akaavi spar #fluffy february

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clonebrainrot · 10 months ago

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Replacements review and live reaction

Also from here on out I am combing my short reviews and live reactions into one post

Anyway this is a great episode that established that Omega may be a child, but she is competent and can learn quickly.

This episode does an amazing job at establishing crosshair as an antagonist. That scene on Onderon is just fantastic and creepy.

Rampart is launched as the main antagonist of the first two seasons but I would say overall main antagonist of the show. He’s such an interesting character, but I’ll talk more about that as the episodes continue

These first three episodes work as the best introduction to a Star Wars show they have ever done. Brad Rau and Jennifer Corbett and the rest of the crew should be really proud of that.

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lol omega is just so just chill with everything

Hunter is so stressed about everything in these early episodes

First crash landing. She would only get one more if I recall

Wrecker continues to get hurt they really foreshadowed the heck out of that good soldiers follow orders scene

This scene is so tense with crosshair’s weapons kit

Also I love how wrecker has already forgiven Crosshair for shooting him. He’s just such a big softie for all his brothers

Crosshair’s theme is never not amazing

Ah rampart’s introduction what a sleeve ball

God rampart is such a bootlicker

You know what I just wonder who did rampart serve with in the republic? He wasn’t just magically created the day of order 66 there is probably a fun story to be had of him being a sleezeball

You know sure Hunter is getting most of the screen time, but echo and Tech get a lot in these early episodes wrecker gets the short end of the stick

I like how we are three episodes in and there have been 2 monsters already.

I am glad that Hunter has accepted omega so fast

Wow they were really making it obvious that wrecker was going to have problems

Really good animation on the breathing masks

We don’t leave our own behind. This right here is why Tech did plan 99

lol this guy is so full of himself no wonder Crosshair kills him immediately

this scene right here shows why clones can be menacing as hell. Crosshair just has them kill a whole bunch of civilians it’s depressing as hell

Have I ever told you how tired I am of the monster of the week

Great voice acting by Ang here by the way

They really brought a flamethrower to this

And she’s dead

This scene is so good at showing how menacing crosshair is. Great way to establish an antagonist

Cool guys don’t look at executions

Great animation showing Omega’s fear

Omega begins her journey of befriending every animal she sees

Omega is so innocent in season 1 god it makes me sad

Sad boy crosshair hours. He tries to replace the batch but it just isn’t the same and even in the states he currently is in he just can’t

This is my favorite wrecker moment perhaps I’m the whole show. He just has such a big heart for Omega. It makes him such a great character

And to think this was all destroyed

She’s so happy how I miss this

God I love her theme and anytime it is used

#star wars #starwars #the bad batch #tbb #TBB omega #TBB hunter #tbb crosshair #TBB tech #TBB wrecker #TBB echo #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #cbr posts #CBR reviews

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dinosaursatemymom · 2 years ago

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I just saw your post about Nancy kinda not having relevance to the plot, and I never saw it that way, but it's kinda true.

She never grows as a character, and her plots are not really that important when it comes to the overall storyline. (At least in s1-3, in s4 her getting the info out of Wayne Munson helped the group move forward, but Robin is the one who found the rest and figured out the music theory).

Anyway, like you said in s1, Barb didn't have to die in order for her to be involved? She could have helped Jonathan because Will is Mike's friend, however the writers made her such a bitch about Wills disappearance they had to kill her best friend in order for her to care. And even then Jonathan could have figured out that there was a monster based on the photos he took he could have go straight to his mom who already told him about it. He didn't necessarily need Nancy.

In s2, her plot was so stupid, and it did nothing in the end. It was an interesting concept, dealing with grief, but omg. First of all the lab doesn't play around they would have found the recorder and second seeing the fucking gate should have put the entire thing down. She endangered the whole town of Hawkins in the name of revenge. Both, her and Jonathan didn't know El was alive getting the lab shut down was stupid because they were the only people who seemingly knew how to deal with the vines. It would have been much more interesting if Jonathan and Nancy were captured and there were consequences (like Steve, who was scared of getting murdered if they broke the NDAs). Getting revenge on Barb did nothing for her character as well, and the show never explores it further, or they rehash it. Shutting the lab down did more harm than good because it meant for s3 that the Russians could just do whatever thanks to Nancy. (I hate that storyline so much in general, but if you think about it, it only happened because the lab shut down)

S3 again, Nancy's rat story could have been cut out because the party figured it out themselves they didn't need her. El was the one doing all the work here (getting into Billy's mind and fighting the Mindflayer since Nancy can't aim for shit)

In s4 like I mentioned, Nancy was useful for once by getting them to Victor Creel, but Robin really was the one getting it together.

Overall, her plans always kinda fail or endanger people (s2, s4), and her using a gun also does nothing because the monsters are immune to it. Fire is the thing that works and I hate how Stobin were cut short in s4 for essentially doing the part just so Nancy gets her shot (metaphorically and literally) even tho it does fucking nothing. Give her a flamethrower like Murray.

Anyway, idk people always shit on Steve being considered a main character, but he had literally more important moments than Nancy.

Without him in s1, Jancy would be dead. Nancy's gun did not work, and Jonathan couldn't use the bat in the right way. If Steve didn't come back, the Demogorgon would have killed them. Dustin meeting Steve in s2 is such an important moment because without him there, Billy could have gotten to Lucas and Max, even tho he lost the fight. He was also important in the tunnles because he helped them getting out there fast. Even tho he was concussed, he did everything to ensure they were save. Lucas would have been seriously hurt. S3 Steve drove his car into Billy's (after Nancy couldn't stop it with her useless gun), saved Jancy and the party there. In s4, he was the one who found the gate because of his experiences as a life guard, he also was the one along with Robin who did the most damage to Vecna. Steve literally has more moments that are important to the plot because without him there, other characters would be hurt or killed. He's important to the plot because of his athletic skills and survival instincts. He was also one or one of the few (if not the only one idk I only watched s4 vol once bc I hated it sm) characters that protested Nancy's insane plan because he has common sense lol. I wish the show would use his leader abilities (being the captain of the basketball team and a lifeguard) more instead of dumbing him down for the sake of it. He should be actively involved in planning bc he knows how to play as a team, and idk the party is book smart, but they have no regard for any danger they need someone like him more.

Yessss

The only thing I have to disagree with is that Nancy was helpful in s4, literally anyone else could've been told about Victor Creel, they didn't even need Wayne munson for that tbf, Eddie could've been living on his own(he's old enough) or just not a character at all tbh. Steve or Robin could've been talking to a customer at the video store who lived in the trailer Park and got a glimpse of Chrissy's body and Robin and Steve could've gone to the library while the Dustin and Max went to the counselor.

I definitely agree about Steve, he is honestly being underutilized, he clearly has team building, athletic, and problem solving skills but he's constantly being reduced to dumb hot himbo and it's really frustrating.

I didn't love the s2 storyline but I didn't hate it, but wow you're right, she really just made everything worse and endangered everyone for her own selfish reasons. I understand she was working through trauma but so was Steve and he didn't decide to put people lives in danger.

Her entire s3 plot just pissed me off so much, what was the reason? Feminism? Because honestly it just made her look like a classist dick to jon.

Nancy really doesn't do shit but nearly always ends up getting credit for things other people have done, both from the writers and the fandom.

#anon ask #ask #anon #anti nancy wheeler #anti jancy #anti ronance #anti stancy

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wenclairfamily · 2 months ago

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Harmony and Anxiety: A Tale From the World of Wednesday Addams

The daughter of Enid and Wednesday: Harmony Addams is all grown up, and is beginning her life as an adult away from home... and learns that being an outcast out in the real world is far more difficult than she realized.

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Art by @annietheartsyartist

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At an outdoor pavilion: both Harmony and Megan stood before one another in beautiful dresses. Their extended families were both watching them with great pride. As Megan held a bouquet of white flowers in her hands, she happily said, "Harmony... on this day... the 10th anniversary of our wedding... I am so happy to renew my vows with you. You have given me comfort, happiness, everlasting love... and a wonderful family. Thank you." Then Harmony and Megan leaned in and kiss one another. Their friends and family applauded, showering them with rose petals as they pulled back. Then suddenly two children: a boy and a girl beamed with pride as they ran over to Harmony and Megan, while holding up a hand-painted sign that read "Forever Family".

The two kids then hugged Harmony as they said, "We love you mommy." Harmony got down on her knees and hugged the two children as she happily said, "I love you kids too." As Harmony hugged the two children, she looked at how they were smiling... but then suddenly the two children's smiles turned to terrified expressions. A confused Harmony then pulled away and saw her hands had transformed into werewolf claws and were covered in blood. The backs of the two children had claw marks that penetrated their skin. As the two children suddenly fell to the ground lifeless, Megan screamed, "Aaahhh! Harmony! What did you do to our children?! WHAT DID YOU!?"

Harmony suddenly bolted up in bed, her eyes wide, and her mouth breathing in and out very quickly. Harmony then looked around and realized she was in her apartment bedroom and it was night time. Harmony turned her head and saw her wife of just several months: Megan was laying asleep behind her. Harmony then held her hands up and saw they were just normal looking hands. Harmony however continued to breathe deeply as she just sat still in bed while looking at her hands... with a look of terror on her face.

The next day: Harmony and Megan were in the middle of their college campus as a giant mutant Venus Flytrap was shooting vines out of its' body and attacking students on the campus. Megan held out a sword out as she was slashing at many of the vines that were shooting out of the giant plant, while Harmony was shooting a flamethrower at the longest vines that were spreading. As Harmony and Megan fought against the giant plant, Megan yelled: "How did our plant in the school garden grow so fast!?" Then as Harmony jumped past the giant's plants vines, she yelled, "I don't know! It's like it decided to stop following the laws of nature. It's like nature decided to go full anarchy!"

Then suddenly Harmony and Megan heard Ana's voice from high above yell, "Did someone say my name!?" Then suddenly Harmony and Megan turned their heads upwards and saw Ana coming down towards them while wearing a parachute. Then a grinning Ana yelled, "It's time we close up this little shop... little shop of horrors!" Then Ana started throwing water balloons filled with vinegar on the giant mutant Venus Flytrap's vines, as she happily said, "We gotta stop this thing people before it gets down on skid row." The plant made a painful roaring sound. Meanwhile Megan turned to Harmony as she said, "My swords aren't cutting as well Harmony. Quick. Go into werewolf mode and use your claws to do some real pruning." Harmony looked hesitant for a brief moment... and then she closed her eyes as she began to wolf out. Her bones cracked and shifted, and fur grew out from her skin. Her eyes turned a piercing yellow, and her teeth grew into sharp fangs. Several students nearby began to look horrified at the sight of Harmony's werewolf form.

Meanwhile Ana landed on the ground and she threw more water balloons filled with vinegar at the giant plant creature's vines, while Megan used her sword to hit several more vines. Harmony meanwhile began to move at fast speed as she used her werewolf claws to cut through the vines very quickly and effectively. Then Ana took out of her bag a small syringe as she climbed on top of the creature while saying, "Okay my plant friend. Please don't grow for me, and I'll send you to a nice place somewhere that's green. Now open up like I am your dentist!" Then Ana jammed her syringe into the mouth of the large mutant plant creature. Then suddenly the giant Venus Flytrap began to shrink as it let out a screeching sound. Then suddenly the stem of the mutant plant opened up, and out from it came a baby mutant Venus Flytrap creature. Ana smiled as she said, "That has gotta be the most insane delivery for a mutant plant creature in all of Addams family history. I can't believe you two wound up getting the cooler plant in the family."

Meanwhile, Harmony's eyes weren't focused on the mutant plants, but rather on the other students on campus looking at her. As Harmony transformed back into her normal human form, she saw the looks of fear and disgust on the faces of many students around her. They whispered and pointed, and a few even shouted slurs. Then one student shouted, "You outcasts should take your crazy plants and crazy werewolves back where you came from!" Then an upset Megan glared at the student as she said, "Hey! My werewolf wife just saved everyone on this entire campus! Show some respect." Then Megan glanced at Harmony as she said, "There's always that one percent of idiots who have to be 99 percent louder than everyone else." However as Megan turned away, Harmony noticed a very large percentage of people nearby looking at her with hateful eyes.

Meanwhile Ana walked over towards Harmony and Megan with a baby mutant plant in a small pot filled with soil. As the large mutant plant was now less than six feet tall now, it moved it's leaves back and forth for a moment. Ana smiled as she said, "You're welcome Cleopatra Junior. Don't worry. Lots of mothers get really moody when giving birth... except my mother and grandmother apparently." As a smiling Megan held the small pot with the baby mutant plant, she said, "You know... the first time I dealt with one of these things, I was kind of overwhelmed... but now dealing with giant mutant plant creatures just feels so ordinary and fun now. Thanks for helping come get our plant under control Ana. By the way. Where's your new ghostly boyfriend?" A smiling Ana then said, "Oh, Gerard is busy sneaking into vaults run by crime lords with Stormageddon the Conqueror. We have been having so much fun leaking locations to major stolen goods to the feds." Then a curious Megan asked, "Well, do you both wanna come by some time to our place?"

Then suddenly Harmony pulled on Megan's arm gently as she said, "Megan, tons of people are watching us. Can we go?" Megan looked a little caught off guard for a second, but then simply said, "Sure babe. We do have tests to study for." Ana smirked as she said, "Oh, don't worry. I'll clean up this mess. I'm not too busy." Then a confused looking Megan asked, "Shouldn't you be? You still haven't graduated from Nevermore Academy yet." Then Ana casually said, "It's okay. Stormageddon the Conqueror is going to the classes I miss and takes notes for me." Then Megan raised one eyebrow as she said, "How can a cat take notes for you?" Then Ana crossed her arms and smirked as she said, "Hey, you didn't question Stormageddon the Conqueror's skills when he paid for you and Harmony's honeymoon."

However as Megan and Ana casually kept talking, Harmony noticed the crowd of hateful people were still looking at her. Harmony couldn't even hear Ana and Megan's words anymore as she could only focus on getting away from this scene. Eventually Ana parted ways with them, and Harmony and Megan found themselves walking back to their apartment together. As they walked, Megan carried the pot with the baby mutant plant in it. Megan smiled as she looked down at the plant and said, "You know... this whole ordeal with that mutant mother plant giving birth to this baby mutant has got me thinking. Maybe it's time we start really planning for having a baby of our own." Megan's words hit Harmony like a ton of bricks. Harmony looked very fearful as she walked next to Megan silently. But then after a long pause, Harmony tried to put on a happy face as she said, "Okay. Lets look into our options at least."

In her bedroom: Harmony sat in front of her desk while typing an essay on her laptop. Suddenly Harmony heard Megan in a playful voice say, "Oh Harmony..." Harmony then closed her laptop as she saw Megan walking into the bedroom wearing nothing but a blue towel in front of her body. As Megan barely held the towel in front of her body, she said, "I'm feeling extra frisky today." Megan then dropped the towel exposing her nude body to Harmony while saying, "Do you like?" Harmony smiled at the sight of her wife, as she said, "Megan... you look nothing short of perfectly beautiful." Megan made a happy smile as she moved towards Harmony. Harmony then quickly took off her clothes and underwear as she followed Megan towards their bed.

Soon Megan lay on the bed, and then Harmony got on top of her. The two then wrapped their arms around each other and kissed. Then as the intense kiss continued, Harmony had her right hand trail down Megan's young body. Megan broke her kiss with Harmony to open her eyes and mouth wide... with shock as she began to scream in pain. A scared Harmony then pulled her two fingers out of Megan, only to see her hand had become a wolf claw with long sharp nails. As Megan fell out of the bed with blood pouring between her legs, she screamed, "You've ruined me forever Harmony!"

Harmony suddenly awoke in bed; her eyes wide, and her heart beating fast. Harmony then looked around and realized she was in her apartment bedroom again, and she had just woken up from another nightmare. Harmony quickly turned to look at Megan sleeping next to her. Harmony breathed a sigh of relief for a brief moment as she saw Megan's body was without any marks of blood. However Harmony looked at one of her hands for a moment. Even though her hand looked very normal, Harmony found her hand beginning to shake as she found herself breathing in and out much faster as her heart was racing faster too. Harmony then put her hand down back down on the bed, and tried to fall asleep once more. However... Harmony's eyes could only remain wide open as fear remained on her face.

Several days later, Harmony and Megan were sitting in a building that housed an adoption agency. Harmony looked nervous, but tried to hide it from Megan. Megan however looked very excited. A middle aged woman then walked into the room and sat behind a desk facing Harmony and Megan. The older woman then said, "Thank you for waiting for me Mrs and Mrs Addams. I see you're both here to begin the process of applying for adoption." A smiling Megan then said, "Yes. We know we're both young, but we do know the adoption process can take years. We just wanted to start exploring and preparing for all our options sooner than later. We also brought with us ten letters of recommendations from our college professors and community leaders we know, all stating their full confidence they have in our ability to handle responsibility extremely well."

The middle aged woman looked at both Megan and Harmony silently for a moment. Then she took a deep sigh as she said, "Well, I'm sorry, but due to the current political climate right now regarding families with outcasts, our agency is unable to accept your application at this time." Harmony tilted her head down, as Megan's eyes grew wide with shock. Megan then asked, "What do you mean? My wife is an outcast, but she hasn't been convicted of any crimes. Plus... my wife is the daughter of Wednesday Addams... and we all kind of helped her save the world a time or two." The middle aged woman nodded and said, "I understand, but the public is still quite wary right now of any outcast parent adopting. Allowing a family with even just one outcast parent to adopt a normal child could bring a great deal of controversy to this agency. We have to be careful with our image."

Then Megan looked very annoyed as she stood up while angerly and loudly saying, "But she can control her abilities. Harmony is a werewolf, but she's never hurt anyone she loves and never will! Why should she be punished for something she can't change?" However Harmony had a sad defeated look on her face as she said, "Megan, this isn't worth losing your temper over." The middle aged woman looked at Megan as she calmly said, "I understand your frustration. But it's the current policy. There's nothing I can do." Harmony's eyes looked sad as she put her arm around Megan's and whispered, "It's okay babe. Lets just go." Megan took a deep breath as Harmony tried to gently pull her out of the room... but then Megan looked back at the middle aged woman as she said, "We'll be back when this agency gets their heads out of their asses!"

Harmony and Megan left the adoption agency with their heads held low. As they stepped outside into the sunshine, Megan looked around and said, "You know what Harmony? Maybe we should go see a lawyer. We have a right to start a family just like everyone else." Harmony sighed, and then said, "Megan, lawyers cost money and legal battles that break into unprecedented territory like ours could take years to solve." Megan however looked up proudly as she said, "Maybe, but don't worry babe. We'll find a way to have kids of our own somehow and someway." However as Megan kept her eyes looking up... Harmony couldn't help but look down with worry.

Wednesday Addams was tied to a chair as she was facing her wife Enid who was tied in a similar chair across from her. As Harmony entered the room looking very bitter, she looked at Wednesday as she said, "Megan is dead... and you mother... are going to bring her back to life for me." A confused and worried Enid said, "Harmony, what are you talking about? Your mother can't bring people back to life." Then Harmony suddenly screamed, "Of course she can! Open up a portal to the afterlife mother, and bring back Megan now!" Wednesday began to look angry as she said, "I can't do that!" Harmony then took a small remote out of her pocket as a worried Enid said, "Harmony, what are you doing?" Harmony pressed a button on the remote, and it suddenly activated many wires attached to Enid's chair. Tons of jolts in electricity went into Enid's body causing her to scream, while Wednesday's eyes widened. Harmony angerly looked at Wednesday as she yelled, "Bring Megan back!" Then Wednesday yelled, "I can't!"

Then suddenly Enid's screams stopped, causing Harmony to look very worried. Harmony stopped the jolts of electricity from going into Enid's body as she ran over to her. Enid now lay motionless with her eyes closed. Harmony tried to shake Enid awake as she said, "Mom... mom, answer me. Say something! Oh God! Oh no!" Then suddenly Wednesday untied herself from her chair and stood up as she said in a haunting voice: "People say I'm a monster... but you just murdered one of your parents... and you ironically killed the nicer one. How can a girl who attacks her own family be expected to start her own?" As Harmony fell to the ground, tears streamed from her eyes as she said, "Please mother... I'm sorry!" Then Wednesday suddenly held out a sword as she said, "A monster as cruel as you doesn't deserve a family... and doesn't even deserve to live!" Then Harmony closed her eyes as she screamed, "Aaaaaaahhh!"

Harmony quickly opened her eyes and saw she was sitting naked in the shower. As Harmony's heart was racing, she slowly began to sit up. Harmony then heard from outside the bathroom: Megan's voice say, "Babe, you okay in there? Did you fall asleep in the shower or something?" As Harmony slowly stood up, she said, "Um... I did kinda doze off, but I'm okay now." Then Harmony heard Megan call out: "Okay. Well anyway, I called some other adoption organizations and those idiots gave me the same garbage that place we went to the other day told us. But don't worry babe. We'll figure something out." As Megan walked away, tears began to appear in Harmony's eyes as she began to hold her hands over her beating heart. As the tears began to stream from Harmony's eyes, she softly said to herself: "I'm sorry Megan. I'm so sorry."

Several days later: Harmony and Megan sat in a doctor's office holding hands as an older male doctor was sitting down in front of them. Megan had a hopeful look on her face, while Harmony looked already defeated. The older male doctor then said, "I'm sorry Mrs and Mrs Addams... but every test we did shows it will be impossible for you to repeat the procedure Harmony's mothers used to conceive her and her sister in an attempt to create children of your own." A worried and confused looking Megan then said, "But... that plant extract from the garden Harmony's grandmother made... it's supposed to be able to take the DNA of any two people, regardless of gender, and be able to make someone pregnant." The older male doctor then said, "Yes, but Harmony and her sister were the first people to ever be created from that kind of experiment. From tests we ran in the lab, Harmony's DNA lacks the ability to create any reproductive material. This could very well be a side effect of being one of the first children created from two women."

The older male doctor then looked directly at Harmony as he said, "I'm sorry Mrs Addams, but your unique DNA from birth simply determined that you were to remain sterile and infertile for life. I apologize for being the bearer of such unfortunate news." Harmony titled her head low as she said, "I understand. This is just the way it's meant to be." Then Megan turned to look directly into Harmony's face as she said, "Don't say that babe. We can go to other medical experts to get a second opinion. Maybe your grandmother can make an entirely new plant in her garden that could help us still have a child. This still isn't over." Harmony then closed her eyes as she very softly said to herself, "Or maybe it was never meant to begin..."

Inside of a dungeon in hell: a beat up looking Wednesday Addams was being tortured by the demonic Laurel Gates. As a defeated Wednesday sat tied up to a chair she said, "Laurel... whatever you do... please leave my family out of this." Then as Laurel Gates held out her arms, she said, "I think not Wednesday Addams. For even if you escape the fiery depths of hell, I shall place a curse on your family so that your children will never be able to have children of their own, and slowly go insane!" Then a glowing energy escaped from Laurel Gates' hands as Wednesday's eyes widened. Then Laurel Gates looked up as she maniacally laughed loudly.

Then suddenly Harmony heard the sound of Megan yell, "WHAT!?" Harmony's eyes opened as she awoke from another nightmare. As Harmony realized she was sitting in the living room of her apartment, an angry Megan stepped into the room while talking on her cell phone. Megan looked angerly at her cell phone as she said, "What do you mean you won't allow the wife of an outcast to inquire about artificial insemination!? What kind of bigoted idiots are you!?" As Megan ended her phone call, she looked at Harmony with a sad face as she said, "I'm sorry Harmony. I just don't get why the world is being so cruel to us." However Harmony looked much sadder as she said, "It's not the world's fault this is happening to us. It's... it's my fault!" Then an upset Harmony quickly walked out of the living room and into the nearby bedroom.

As Harmony sat in the bay window of the dark bedroom looking like she was on the verge of tears, a worried looking Megan stood at the bedroom door for a moment looking at Harmony... and then slowly walked towards her. Megan then sat down next to Harmony as she asked, "Harmony, what's wrong?" As tears now were appearing in Harmony's eyes, she said, "I'm a dangerous outcast Megan. I was never meant to have children." A confused Megan looked into Harmony's eyes as she said, "Babe, why would you say that? You're one of the most loving people I've ever known." As Harmony began to wipe away some of her tears, she said, "I may not seem like it, but deep down I'm a monster inside. You see... when Laurel Gates set up that messed up scheme where we all thought you were dead... I was so desperate to obtain a way to get into hell and find you, that I... I tortured my mom so that my mother would give me the key to the underworld. Megan, I hurt my mom. What kind of person does that!? A monster does! That's who!"

Megan's eyes widened with shock for a moment... but then she looked calmer as she said, "You were distraught Harmony. You weren't thinking clearly. Also, only a kind person would feel this guilty over crossing that kind of line." Then a scared Harmony began to put her hands on the sides of her head as she said, "But it's more than just what I did. I've also been having visions recently. I've seen myself losing control of my werewolf abilities. I saw visions of me hurting you and children we could've had. Then I also saw a vision of the past showing me Laurel Gates torturing my mother in hell, saying she placed a curse on me. I'm cursed Megan! I'm gonna go insane, I'm never gonna be able to give you children, and I'm destined to hurt you and everyone I love!"

Then Harmony curled up into a ball as she began to bawl in tears. Megan however reached out and held Harmony in her arms. As Megan kept Harmony close to her, she spoke to Harmony in a warm voice as she said, "Harmony, what you see in your sleep isn't always a vision. Sometimes, what you see in your sleep are just nightmares and nothing more. Think about it. Your mother told us every detail of what happened when she faced Laurel Gates in hell. She didn't say anything about Laurel placing a curse on you. If that did happen, your mother would've told us and probably have fixed it already. As for your nightmares of hurting people... that's just anxiety Harmony. You have such a big heart and such an open mind, that when the cruel world we face tells you you're dangerous, it confuses and overwhelms you. Don't listen to the haters Harmony. You're not a monster, and you never will be."

As Harmony tried to sit up more straight, she was still crying as she said, "God... I thought when we got married, all my anxiety would go away and we'd just be happy every day... but now I'm just a bigger mess. You don't deserve someone as messed up as me Megan." Megan then put her hands on Harmony's shoulders, and with a determined look in her eyes Megan said, "Harmony, marriage doesn't suddenly make people happy and perfect. What it does guarantee though is that you don't have to be alone as you're dealing with your problems. Neither of us is ever going to be perfect... but I do know that we are the perfect fit for each other, and there is no one I am more willing to hug and comfort when she is sad and confused than you. Don't ever forget that."

Megan then wrapped her arms tightly around Harmony. Harmony then began to feel some relief as she hugged Megan back. As the two hugged, Megan said, "We'll find a way to have kids one day. But for now... lets just take as much time as it takes to help you through these feelings you're dealing with first." After a long period of hugging, Harmony slowly moved away from Megan as she said, "Thanks Megan. I guess... I've been feeling more helpless lately. It just feels like the world is spiraling into insanity and I've lost any control of what's going on."

Megan nodded her head and then said, "Yeah, I hear ya. You're not living with your two moms and sister anymore, and we're now living in a town that's not as friendly to outcasts. That would shake up anybody in your position." Harmony looked down as she said, "It just stinks because... I would love for us to make the world a little better by adopting a lonely kid out there and giving them a loving home." Megan sat quietly for a long moment... and then she said, "We may not be able to help the world the way we want right now... but maybe we can do something similar enough..."

A few weeks later a large crowd of people were gathered together in a large auditorium as they were facing a stage. Harmony and her sister Ana then walked onto the stage smiling as they waved to the crowd. Ana then grabbed a microphone as she said, "What's up peoples! As many of you know: me and my sister are the daughter of the most legendary outcast of all time: Wednesday Addams. Now me and my sister know that being outcasts in today's world can be rough... but there are other people that are feeling like outcasts that we're here to talk about today."

Harmony, holding her own microphone, then spoke to crowd as she said, "What we're talking about is the 400,000 children in the world that are being diagnosed with cancer every year. For many of these children: they are spending every day in a hospital, feeling like they have been outcast from society and from having a normal life." Then a smiling Ana said, "So please, donate anything you can today to support the never ending research teams that are finding a way to end cancer, and to also financially support the families of children with cancer; many of which are in the audience with us today!" Then Harmony and Ana waved to many children sitting with their parents in the front row of the auditorium.

Then a happy Harmony said, "But now, lets give these kids and everyone else the show they came for. Everyone... making their concert debut... lets give it up for our amazing band that's letting me sing with them tonight... Ana and the Cats!" Then suddenly walking onto the stage was Ana's cat and his many young kittens. Ana's cat and his kittens then walked up a staircase and stood on a table facing the audience. Then a smiling Ana said, "Today we'll be performing a little remix of a tune straight from the 90's... the Macarena... or as we're calling it... the Meowcarena! Hit it!" Then on all of the speakers in the room: a karaoke track of the Macarena song began to play.

Then a grinning Ana and Harmony held their microphones near their faces as they both began to happily sing, "When I dance, they call me Meowcarena. Always a kitty party, con las gatas que son buena. I chase yarn, I chase mice. Lazy half the day, and that is so nice. Meow with me. Rowr with me. And if you're good, I'll let you come pet me." Then to the tune of the song, Ana's cat and his kittens sang, "Meow, meow, meow. Meow, meow meow. Meow, meow meow! Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow. Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow! Meooooooow, meow, meow, meow!"

About an hour later, the concert was near it's conclusion. Thousands of people were cheering for the performance. As the last song concluded, Harmony turned to look at Megan who was watching her from backstage. Then once the performance was over, Harmony quickly rushed backstage to Megan. A smiling Megan then looked into Harmony's eyes as she said, "You did a great job putting this event together Harmony. The other leaders told me you've already brought in more donations than any past event they've ever held." Harmony made a little smile as she said, "Well... I guess I realized even though we can't have the miracle of a child yet... we can at least help a lot of families out there save their little miracles." With a warm smile, Megan then reached out and hugged Harmony.

Some time later in the late afternoon: Harmony, Ana, and Megan were sitting together at an outdoor restaurant. As they were eating, Megan said, "Thanks again for all your help with putting on the charity show Ana. We doubled our expected amount with that performance you put together last minute. Although to be honest, after the business with the mutant plant a few weeks ago, I was half expecting you to perform Little Shop of Horrors." Then Ana smirked as she said, "Nah. That's really more of my mother's favorite musical. You know Grandma Morticia told me that movie actually inspired my mother to become a dentist when she was a little girl. However she gave up on that dream after her first visit to a real dentist's office wasn't as painful as she was hoping for." Harmony giggled a bit as she said, "It's true. Every time she goes there, she actually keeps trying to make special requests to be tortured."

Then a smiling Ana said, "Well anyway, thanks for inviting me to dinner with you both. It's always fun to come by your campus and not have to deal with mother constantly questioning me on how much time I've been focused on my studies." Megan made a warm smile as she said, "You're welcome here anytime Ana. You're family." Then a smiling Harmony said, "And Gerard can come by with you too. Why hasn't he yet?" Ana made a little sigh, and then said, "Well... after everyone kind of freaked out when I first introduced you to him... he's been a little shy. I mean I was trying to arrange a dinner where you could all get to know him better... but since Gerard is a ghost and he doesn't eat, that idea quickly fell apart. But I promise I'll get him to come by some time." Megan then stood up as she said, "Well how about I go pay the bill at the counter, so I can give you two some sister time for a little bit."

As Megan walked over to the front counter of the restaurant, Harmony then looked at Ana as she said, "Ana... I have to ask... dating a ghost... doesn't that cause you to feel like you're missing out on things? I mean... Gerard... he can't... give you many things you may want." Ana then casually said, "Eh... yeah... but everyone has weaknesses and deficiencies. When I'm with Gerard though, I don't think about what he can't offer me. I just think about what he can offer me. I think about all the things I can have with him around... and then I realize I have so much." Hearing Ana's words, Harmony then turned to look at Megan who was at the front counter. Megan looked back at Harmony and smiled, as Harmony smiled back.

Ana then stood up as she said, "Well... see ya later sis. I'll give you and Megan some married time now." Then a smiling Ana walked out of the restaurant. Soon Harmony got up, and walked out of the restaurant with Megan. However once the two were in a secluded spot away from the restaurant, Harmony moved her body fast and quickly gave Megan a kiss on the lips. After the kiss ended, Megan pulled away with a surprised smile on her face as she asked, "What was that for?" As Harmony looked into Megan's eyes, she simply said, "I may not have everything I want from life yet... but right now... I just wanted you to know my loving wife... that I am so thankful to have you and everything you have given me." Megan made a grateful smile, and then she and Harmony proceeded to kiss one another once more.

THE END

*The next chapter in this series is in the works... but I can't promise the date for now... but stayed tuned...

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Trivia:

-The majority of the art in this chapter was done by "Annie the Artsy Artist" (with the only exception being the second picture in this chapter that was created with Microsoft's AI Designer program). This chapter is essentially a swan song to her art, as this is the last chapter to feature her pictures for the foreseeable future. "Annie the Artsy Artist" first approached me with her skills back when she did a picture of Harmony and Megan (that would eventually be used for Chapter 56 - Lost Love). Her love and appreciation for Wednesday Addams, and especially Harmony and Megan would lead to TONS of art she made for me that were especially utilized in Chapter 33 - Dreams Come True, Chapter 61 - A Weird Weekend with Family, Chapter 66 - A Family Weekend, Chapter 67 - Wednesday in Hell Part 1, and Chapter 68 - Wednesday in Hell Part 2. While her final art she submitted to me was technically for Chapter 68, she also did several alternate takes on certain scenes from all of the chapters I just mentioned, so I repurposed all her alternate takes (which did involve making a few alterations of my own to some of the pictures), and built a new chapter around those pictures focused on her favorite characters: Harmony and Megan. While her art did use AI to only help color and complete the process of her work, her desire to use AI to complete her work did prove controversial with some, which did lead to her wanting to at least take a break from her art. However, I do want to stress: all of the designs for the characters were 100 percent her. I especially loved her desire to often draw Harmony with huge stylish braids; allowing her appearance to be far more unique and not just a blonde clone of Wednesday. I wish "Annie the Artsy Artist" all the best with her future creative endeavors, and also want to give her a HUGE special thanks for all the work she's done for me.

-The second scene of this chapter features Ana and Megan battling a giant mutant plant for the second time. The first time was back in Chapter 65 - Chapter Zero.

-Ana refers to Harmony and Megan's mutant plant as Cleopatra Junior, inferring that the plant is related to Morticia's plant Cleopatra; which was originally born in a similar fashion to the mutant plant birth in this story back in The Origin of Gomez and Morticia Chapter 1.

-Harmony and Megan's adventure in hell, and their wedding occurred back in Chapter 67 - Wednesday in Hell Part 1, and Chapter 68 - Wednesday in Hell Part 2.

-Ana mentions her ghostly boyfriend Gerard, who was first introduced to the rest of the family back in Chapter 70 - A Girl and a Ghost.

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I See Red 18+

Chapter 5 - Wendigo: 1 - Cat Winchester: 0

Word Count: 9326

Warnings: attempted sexual assault

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Most commonly known as the longest hiking trail in the world, the Appalachian Trail is home to all kinds of life. From racoons to bears. Bobcats to coyotes. Even Bigfoot, if you believe the tales, which if you’re a hunter, you don’t, as every hunter worth their salt knows Bigfoot is a hoax.

But besides all that, the trail is said to be home to a lot more than simple wildlife that would run off at first glance of a human. Going back decades there’s been theories of more dark and evil beings living within the woods of that trail. The Bell Witch. Moon Eyed People. Wampus Beasts.

There’s tons of theories and stories out there about what lurks within those trees and snatches people away but in reality, most of the disappearances are chalked up to one creature and one creature only.

A Wendigo.

“Man, I hate Wendigo’s.” Dean grumbled exasperatedly, setting his coffee mug onto the table with a gentle clatter. “They’re too fast. They stink. And they’re always hauled up in some dark, damp place in the middle of nowhere.”

“Wouldn’t you be if you looked like that?” Selina raised her eyebrow, Dean’s lips pursing a little as he nodded in response.

Fair enough, she made a valid point, he thought to himself. But it didn’t make him anymore excited to catch a case involving one.

“God, we haven’t gone after a Wendigo since Black Water Ridge.” Sam exhaled, shuffling through the case file Selina had scattered over the table when she came bounding into the kitchen a few minutes ago. All excited and happy which wasn’t at all like her.

“So does that mean you’re in?” Selina asked, glancing between her brothers and their angel as she all but shook with excitement over finding a case, as for the past week or so it seemed like everything monster related had dried up.

“I guess.” Dean shrugged, picking up the map that was covered in Selina’s scrawley writing. “We’ll have to stock up on flares though. Or…” He dragged out, his tone a lot more chipper than it had been a few seconds ago. “…we could forget about those and use the flamethrower instead.”

“No.” Selina, Sam and Castiel said in unison, making Dean sulk like a petulant child as he grumbled.

“What’s the point in having it, if you won’t let me use it?”

“Dean, if you use that thing in the middle of the woods you’ll end up starting a forest fire.” Selina pointed out as she began gathering up her notes, even though it pained her to as she was desperate to use the flamethrower as well.

“Okay, Smokey the Bear.” Dean muttered, rolling his eyes and hearing the faint chuckle that left Sam’s lips in response.

“Who’s Smokey the Bear?” Castiel asked, his brow deeply furrowed as he glanced between the three siblings, who simply stared at him with nothing but deadpan expressions.

They really needed to sit down and teach him about human things otherwise this living situation would become exhausting.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Selina shook her head, brushing off the angel's question as she turned to her brothers, her eyes a little widened in question. “So are we going or what?”

“I’m up for it.” Sam replied, knowing better than most to disagree when she looked at them like that. “Might be nice to get out of the bunker for a while.”

“Yeah, why not.” Dean agreed, throwing a piece of bacon into his mouth as he was outnumbered. Not that he’d have said no anyway, but still. “I’m always game for lighting monster asses on fire.”

“You got the last Wendigo, this one is mine.” Selina hissed, squinting at him as she was still bitter he beat her to the last cannibalistic monster they faced.

“Yeah, well we’ll see.” Dean muttered, sliding his plate aside just in time as Selina had been about to steal the bacon off it, her fingertips hitting the tabletop with a soft thud instead. “Nice try, Cat, but your sneaky ways don’t always work on me.”

“Is that so?” Selina chuckled, to Dean’s surprise and he glanced to his side, just in time to see her pull a familiar looking wallet out of her pocket, holding it between her fingers with a smug look on her face. “I took this from your pocket when I first sat down but it’s nice to know you're so much more vigilant about your bacon than you are about your money.”

“Give me that.” Dean spat annoyedly, snatching the wallet from her grasp and quickly checking to make sure all his cash was still there. And luckily for Selina, it was. He tucked it back into his pocket, the one furthest away from his sticky fingered sister before he shoved her lightly. “Just go get dressed. Unless you’re planning to hunt Wendigo’s in your pyjamas.”

“Oh, if only I could.” Selina exhaled, standing up and bringing her case file with her, tucking it under her arm and downing the last of her lukewarm coffee. “Don’t take too long, I could do with getting out of this bunker for a while. I’m starting to get cabin fever.”

“Yeah, we can tell.” Dean muttered, feeling the glare Selina fired his way before she spun on her heels and left the kitchen, heading towards her bedroom.

The bedroom she was now getting sick of seeing so much as ever since she’d gotten back from her ‘was it a date or was it not a date’ trip to Paris with Crowley, she’d practically been stuck inside of it. And not because her brothers had found out about her co-mingling with the King of Hell and locked her up, but because there’d been radio silence on hunter fm for the past week and a half which meant she had no reason to leave the confines of the bunker.

But it wasn’t all bad, as ever since that spontaneous little trip Selina hadn’t been as lonely as she might have been. Not that her brothers and Castiel weren’t good company, but sometimes it was nice to talk to someone different for a change.

In this case that someone different just so happened to be Crowley, who Selina had been texting non-stop since the morning she woke up after Paris. It started with a thank you text, as she couldn’t remember if she’d actually thanked him after they’d gotten back as she had still been wrapping her head around the whole ordeal.

After that it just kept going. They’d talk about all manner of things, from Selina asking how Hell was, not that she cared but what else would she ask him? To Crowley asking what she’d been up to since he last saw her, which unfortunately for her all she could say was nothing as she wasn’t about to tell him she’d been thinking about him.

As she had been thinking about him. She’d been thinking about him a lot and not all of it had been safe for work if you catch her drift. She really needed to focus her attention on something else and hopefully this case would help with that.

Only as she sat in the backseat of the Impala on their way to the trail, Selina wasn’t exactly doing her best to try and get Crowley off her mind as she just so happened to be texting him. But he had texted her first, so what else could she do? Leave him on read?

Crowley: Heading anywhere exciting today or are you still moping around in that super secret hideout of yours?

Selina: I do not mope thank you very much

Crowley: My mistake, I’ll just ignore all those messages you sent about being so bored you wished the apocalypse would start up again then shall I?

Selina decided to ignore that message as well, she couldn't exactly deny it.

Crowley: That’s what I thought… So, are we off anywhere fun today?

Selina: As a matter of fact we are. We’re on our way to The Appalachian Trail

Crowley: You're going hiking? Goodness, you really must be bored

Selina: Not hiking, you idiot🙄 Hunting, you know, my job?

Crowley: And what a fun job you have

Selina: Better than running Hell

Crowley: Darling, anything’s better than running Hell

“Who are you texting that has you smiling like that?” Dean called back, glancing towards Selina through the rearview mirror as she lifted her head from where it had been buried in her phone.

Had she been smiling? Probably. And probably like a smitten idiot too as she never could stop herself from feeling all flustered anytime Crowley called her darling. She may have hated it in the past but now it was practically intoxicating for her and if he ever said it to her again, face to face, well she wouldn’t be held responsible for what may happen afterwards, that much she knew for sure.

“None of your business.” Selina fired back, holding her phone tight against her chest as Castiel had not been subtle in trying to peek at the screen.

“Oh-ho, got yourself a secret boyfriend huh?” Dean teased, wiggling his eyebrows as he glanced over his shoulder, being met with a frown from his obviously annoyed sister. “Girlfriend?”

“Keep your eyes on the road, Dean.” Selina muttered, rolling her own as she shook her head. “And get your mind out of the gutter. It’s bad enough in there.”

It was Dean’s turn to frown, twisting himself properly in his seat as Selina repositioned herself, making sure no one could see her screen as they didn’t need to know who she was texting. It really was none of their business after all and she knew they wouldn’t like it, but she’d be damned if she stopped as with each message she and Crowley exchanged, the more hooked on each other they both seemed to get.

Crowley: So, what big bad creature are we hunting this time?

Selina: Signs are pointing to a Wendigo, but we’ll know more when we get there

Crowley: Well, be careful and all that. Wouldn’t want you ending up as Wendigo dinner and what have you

Selina: What’s this? Concern? For me?

Crowley: Not at all. Just wouldn’t want to lose my texting buddy as who else would I complain to about Hell?

Selina: Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that. We both know I’m growing on you😌

Crowley: Not a chance

Selina: ☹️

There weren’t many more texts exchanged throughout the entire duration of the car ride to Appalachia, and there wouldn’t be once then got there either as the second they piled out of the car, Selina’s phone was hit with no signal.

“Do we even have a satellite phone?” Selina asked, the four of them gathering around the trunk of the car in preparation to head out into the wilderness.

“We have an angel.” Dean replied, gesturing to Castiel who didn’t look dressed for hiking in his suit and trench coat. “We don’t need a satellite phone. Or a GPS.”

“Dean’s right.” Castiel nodded, gaining everyone’s attention. “I do have an excellent sense of direction.”

“Alright.” Selina said reluctantly, still not liking the idea of being stuck out in the woods with no means of contact to the outside world. She lifted the interior flap of the trunk, propping it up with a shotgun and immediately slapping Dean’s hand when it went for the flamethrower, pointing at him sternly. “Don’t even think about it.”

“God, you’re no fun.” Dean grumbled, moving towards the less exciting flare guns instead. He grabbed four of them, all of which were already loaded with one flare, but he passed out a few extras too. Just in case as Wendigo’s were extremely fast and they didn’t want to risk missing it.

Moonlight cascaded over the dense forest as the four of them began their descent into the trees, having split into teams of two in order to cover more ground and have a better chance of finding the creature before it killed anyone else.

Dean and Castiel paired off together and headed east, leaving Sam and Selina to go west. And it only took roughly a minute and a half of walking for Sam to break the eerie silence with a question he’d been dying to ask since the moment he first saw his sister smiling all lovestruck down at her phone.

“So are you gonna tell me who you’ve been texting so much lately?” Sam glanced over his shoulder towards Selina, his faith in whether she’d tell him extremely lacking as he knew her better than anyone. But still, it couldn’t hurt to ask.

“No.” Selina replied bluntly, following him over the fallen tree trunk that blocked their path and mumbling annoyedly to herself when her foot landed in a puddle on the other side of the trunk, splattering mud up her freshly washed jeans. “For God sake.”

“Come on, it’s me. You know you can tell me anything.” Sam replied, ignoring Selina’s rambles about stains and hating the bunker’s laundry room because it smelt funky. He slowed down to fall in line with her, nudging her gently with his shoulder as he taunted her. “Do you have a crush?”

“A crush?” Selina laughed out, her heart beginning to beat about a thousand miles per hour as she replied with nothing but sarcasm as per her usual attitude. “What are we? Schoolgirls at a slumber party? Would you like me to braid your hair after we finish talking about boys?”

All Sam did was frown at her, his eyes rolling just a little as okay, maybe that question had been childish but still, it would explain his sisters odd behaviour. And by the way she was currently avoiding his gaze, he was fairly certain he’d hit the nail on the head with the conversational topic.

“Do you?” Sam asked again, this time more brotherly and less teasingly.

“Maybe.” Selina mumbled under her breath, feeling embarrassed for even talking about this. “But it doesn’t matter… Nothing can ever happen between us anyway.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m me and he’s him… We’re too… Different.” For lack of a better word, Selina thought to herself. “It would only end in disaster.”

“Is he a hunter?” Sam asked curiously. “Or does he at least know about what’s out there?”

“He’s not a hunter but he does know.” Selina replied, pulling a leaf off a nearby bush and beginning to rip at it anxiously.

“Then why not give it a shot? I mean, how many chances do we get to be with someone who knows about the life?”

“Because look at our track records, Sam. You’ve seen how our relationships go, even with people who know about it.” Selina pointed out, opening her palm and allowing the pieces of the ripped up leaf to fall to the ground. “They don’t end well. I mean, look at what happened with Dean and Lisa. People with the surname Winchester? They don’t get to have happy endings.”

“But things are different now. More relaxed. Less… apocalyptic.” Sam said, finding that word to be the best one to describe the past few years. “So why not give it a go? Don’t you think you deserve a chance to be happy after everything you’ve been through? After…”

“Shut up.” Selina breathed out, squinting into the darkness surrounding them as she could have sworn she heard something.

“What? I'm just…”

“I'm serious, do you hear that?” Selina whispered, coming to a sudden stop and halting Sam with her by grabbing onto his arm.

The shrubbery around them rustled, the sound of twigs cracking echoing throughout the crisp air as the two of them spun on their heels, catching sight of a dark, shapely figure lurking amongst shadows of the trees.

“It’s watching us.” Selina said quietly, her mouth barely moving as she slowly wrapped one arm around her torso to grab her flare gun from the back of her waistband. “Let’s flank it. You go left. I’ll go right.”

“Cat, wait!” Sam half-whispered, not caring if he was too loud as the Wendigo had already spotted them. But it was no use being loud as Selina was already jogging the opposite direction and nothing short of a leash around her neck would drag her back.

Slowly, Selina rounded a rather large tree, doubling back on herself in attempts to sneak up behind the creature. Only, it was a lot faster than she was and had already moved, which was evident by the faint snapping of twigs off in the distance behind her, making her spin on her heels with the gun held out in front of her.

A fast moving shadow ran throughout the trees next to her, having her rotate ninety degrees to try and catch it. But it was gone in the blink of an eye, hidden by the darkness and partly making her wish she’d stayed with Sam. She sucked in a breath, continuing forward with her guard higher than ever as she pushed through some shrubbery.

A dismembered hand on the ground caught her eye, dropping them in front of her where it lay amongst the leaves. A satellite phone was still held tightly between its fingers, the screen broken and covered in blood and dirt. Selina crouched down, using the barrel of her gun to flip the hand over, the small diamond shaped tattoo by the thumb confirming that it was one of the missing hikers that had flagged this area as suspicious in the first place.

As Selina straightened, about to turn around to go and find Sam, she was struck in the back of the head by what felt like a rock, blurring her vision and sending her tumbling to the ground. She groaned lightly, lifting herself up onto her elbow as her hand roamed around to feel at the base of her skull, the slight warmth she felt coating her fingers telling her she was bleeding.

Seconds later she was grabbed by the ankles, thin, boney fingers digging hard into her flesh as it began to drag her across the forest floor. Selina’s hands shot out, trying to grab whatever she could to stop herself from moving, but it was no use, the Wendigo was stronger than her and she was practically grasping at straws.

“Sam!” Selina cried out, her hands fumbling for anything they could find to try and fight back against the creature carrying her away. “Sam!”

“Selina!” Sam’s distant voice called back, not instilling her with confidence he’d get to her in time.

“Sam!” Selina cried out again, her hands slipping from around a thin tree as the Wendigo tugged her hard and began to pick up the pace. And after one, rather sharp, left hand turn towards what looked like a cave entrance, her head collided with a large rock and everything went dark.

Selina awoke, after God knows how long, in complete darkness. She couldn’t see anything bar a sliver of light shining through a crack in the rocks surrounding her. Nothing but the faint dripping of water filling the silence around her and her wrists were bound above her currently throbbing head, her body hanging limp and sore in the air.

Great, she thought to herself. Strung up like a piece of meat waiting to be eaten by what was once a cannibalistic human. Just how she wanted to go out.

Fighting against the restraints holding her in place, and making a hell of a noise as they appeared to be chains, Selina’s ears were soon met with a deep, yet low, growl. One that sent a chill shooting down her spine and her breathing quickened as she came to realise she wasn’t alone.

Out of the darkness in front of her came the Wendigo, that faint crack of light from earlier illuminating its horrific features. Standing at over six feet tall with the thinnest, most stick-like legs Selina had ever seen, it began to stalk towards her, inciting a small touch of worry beneath her chest as she was completely vulnerable right now.

The closer it got the more she could see. How its ribs protruded out from beneath its pallid and wrinkly skin. How its ears pointed upwards, its eyes pushed back deep into its head and its mouth… The teeth that lay beyond those lips were unlike anything Selina had ever seen, as she hadn’t exactly seen a Wendigo this up close before, and for once, she was scared.

The creature's long, razor-like claws began to trace lightly across the skin of her neck, making her tremble beneath its touch and the second she did, it pushed down. The tip of its nail dug into her flesh, breaking the skin and allowing her to feel the warm trickle of blood drip down her chest as she winced softly to herself.

Eyes stinging, Selina sucked in the biggest breath she possibly could, attempting to get some courage back into her as she was not about to end up eaten by a Wendigo. Not today. And not ever. She swung her leg out in front of her, kicking the creature hard in the stomach and it stumbled back away from her.

It cried out, a guttural, almost blood curdling cry that had Selina fill with instant regret as what had she been thinking? Like a kick was going to do anything other than make it mad. And it did make it mad. Mad enough that it swung at her, it’s sharpened claws slashing her chest in three, deep, parallel cuts.

Crying out in pain, Selina blinked hard, attempting to fight back at the tears that riddled her eyes. Her chest began to throb, her wound stinging fiercely and she was fairly certain she was done for. But the Wendigo didn’t touch her again after that, instead it stepped back into the darkness and disappeared, leaving her alone to stew in the smell of her own blood and God knows what else that was surrounding her.

Selina didn’t know how long she hung there, doing nothing but having to feel her blood drip down her chest and completely soak her now ruined t-shirt. And this had been one of her favourites which only made her that much more pissed off. Why hadn’t she listened to Sam when he called after her? Maybe then she wouldn’t be strung up like a damsel in distress in some dank, smelly place in the middle of the forest.

Soft footsteps soon lifted her head from where it had fallen, her heartbeat quickening as she couldn’t help but think it was coming back to finish her off. But as they got closer, what sounded like one pair turning into three, relief quickly washed over Selina’s aching body when the beam of a flashlight cascaded over her bloody form.

“Selina!” Sam called out, dropping the flashlight to the ground and rushing over to her, followed swiftly behind by Dean and Castiel.

“Sam.” Selina exhaled, a shaky, trembling breath leaving her lips.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe now.” Sam said softly, catching Selina as she fell free of her shackles, which Castiel had popped open with one quick flick of his hand.

“Where… Where is it?” Selina asked, breathlessly as it took her a second to find her feet, leaning against Sam until she was sure she wasn’t about to fall over.

“Dead.” Dean replied, anger riddling his voice and it only got worse when he shone his light over Selina and caught sight of her wound. “You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine.” Selina protested, pushing Dean’s hands away from her as she didn’t need him poking at her. “Just get me the hell out of here.”

One blink later and the four of them were standing by the car, not needing to be geniuses to figure out they’d just flown thanks to Castiel. Something that didn’t bother Selina as much as it normally would given her desperation to get as far away from these mountains as humanly possible.

“Thanks.” Selina whispered, slumping against the car and bringing her hand to her chest, pressing down hard on her wound to try and stop the bleeding. “Fuck, this hurts.”

“Here, let me.” Castiel said, stepping towards her with two fingers raised out in front of him, making Selina duck before he could place them on her forehead.

“No, no.” Selina shook her head, holding out her free hand to keep him at arm's length. “It’s bad enough that we just flew here, okay, I don’t need you healing me too.”

“Right.” Castiel nodded, clenching his fist and dropping it to his side. “I forgot. You don’t like me healing you unless it’s life threatening.”

“You know, I don’t get that.” Dean interrupted, his brow a little furrowed as he always had wondered about his sister's insane rule about never allowing Castiel to fix her. “I mean… Why?”

“Because I don’t like it, that’s why.” Selina replied, accepting the piece of cloth Sam handed to her and swapping her hand out for something a little cleaner. “It makes me feel… weird, I don’t know. It’s just not natural, okay? Get off my case.”

“Alright, relax. I’m only asking.” Dean exhaled, holding his hands up in surrender before he tilted his head a little and pointed out. “It’s gonna ruin your ink, though.”

“Yeah, but it’ll leave a kickass scar instead.” Selina replied, almost gladly as she always did like having scars to show off.

Not to mention they made her feel like she’d lived more which couldn’t be said for anytime she was healed as to her it felt like she’d been born again. And given that she had been healed angelically after the trials, she wasn’t eager to feel like a newborn again so soon so she’d happily deal with the aftermath of her Wendigo wound.

So long as it didn’t turn her into one, as she was not living in a cave for the rest of her life.

A quick trip to the emergency room and over a dozen stitches later, Selina soon found herself occupying a stool in a nearby bar. She’d needed a drink badly after today's little adventure and since they were in town for one more night, they figured they’d check out the local watering hole before heading back to the bunker.

Selina sat by herself as Castiel had flown off to check in on Kevin and his mom, and her brothers were across the room playing a game of pool with some bikers. No hustling though, just a good honest game which came as quite a surprise. And for once she didn’t mind sitting alone at the bar as it meant she had some privacy to text Crowley, letting him know the case was over as he had asked that she do that.

Which she couldn’t help but find strangely… sweet? But she didn’t think much of it other than him being curious. And she was more than happy to oblige to his request if it meant talking to him. Leaving out the whole ‘almost getting eaten by a Wendigo’ part of her day, of course.

Selina: Wendigo: 0, Cat Winchester: 1

More like Wendigo: 1, Cat Winchester: 0, but she wasn’t about to admit that. She had a reputation to keep after all.

Crowley : Hunt went well, I take it?

Selina : Of course it did. It is me you’re talking to after all😌

Crowley : Uh-huh… So nothing happened then? No plans went awry? Everything went as you expected it to?

Selina : Exactly as expected

“Somehow…” The very voice of the demon she’d been actively texting sent a fierce shiver down Selina’s spine the moment it reached her ears, her eyes soon catching sight of him approaching the bar next to her. “I don’t quite believe that.”

“You should.” Selina exhaled, feeling hot all of a sudden as she downed the entirety of her glass before spinning to greet him, nothing but innocence clouding her face. “It’s the truth.”

“Really?” Crowley said sceptically, running his tongue over his lip as his eyes flicked briefly down to her chest, where he could not only smell the blood that lingered there, but he could see the white of the bandage that covered skin.

He stepped closer to her, unaware of the flutter he sent throughout her twisting stomach as he raised one finger, hooking it around her jacket and opening it a touch more to reveal her hidden wound.

“Then what's that?”

“An unfortunate workplace incident.” Selina replied with minor sarcasm, swatting his hand away and pulling her jacket closed as the mere closeness of his finger to her skin made her shiver in all the best ways.

“Well I do hope you’re seeking compensation.” Crowley said in retort, hearing a faint chuckle leave Selina’s lips as he hopped onto the stool next to her and motioned towards the bartender. “Two of whatever she’s having.”

“Joining me for a drink?” Selina questioned playfully, glancing briefly over Crowley’s shoulder to where her brothers currently resided. “Dangerous game considering Dean’s actively wanting to murder you.”

“I’ll take the risk, darling.” Crowley replied quietly, not picking up on the faint breath that left Selina’s lips over her new favourite nickname to be called. “Besides, I was merely curious as to whether you were telling the truth about your little venture into the wilderness and clearly you weren’t.”

“I’d be careful, Crowley.” Selina began, leaning forward a little to whisper, her mouth dangerously close to his skin. “Otherwise people might start to think that you were worried about me.”

“Worried?” Crowley scoffed, clearly forced as he wouldn’t lie… He had been worried about her. “Please. I’m a demon, Selina. We don’t get worried.”

“Right.” Selina mumbled, drawing back from him with obvious disappointment. “How could I forget?” She added, downing her drink in one large mouthful as of course he’d have to bring that up and ruin the moment.

Obviously she was well aware of what Crowley was, and always would be now that the trials were forgotten about. But it didn’t mean she liked being reminded of it as each time she was, it just crushed her soul a teeny bit more over the thought that they’d never be anything more than… Co-workers?

Was that the right word to describe their weird relationship or was it something else? Honestly, Selina didn’t know and she didn’t overly care either as she was too busy thinking of what might have been had Crowley not been who he was. She really hated this crush she was fast developing on him as it was making her a lot less like herself and a lot more… Sappy. And quite frankly, miserable.

“Cat Winchester, as I live and breathe!” A familiar voice, yet one Selina hadn’t heard in a very long time was quick to pull her from her thoughts, her body shifting absently around to meet the face of her old friend.

“Lee?” Selina chuckled out, her eyes wide as she’d never have expected to see him here. Or if ever. She slid off the stool, surprising Crowley greatly when she allowed Lee to pull her into a hug, one that lifted her from her feet.

“Damn girl, how long’s it been?” Lee breathed out, releasing Selina from his tight grasp yet keeping one hand firmly on her shoulder, much to Crowley’s rather obvious disliking.

“Too long… What brings you here?”

“Well, I own this place.” Lee replied, his hand leaving her shoulder, thankfully Crowley thought to himself, as he gestured to the bar around him. “What are you doing here?”

“We just finished a hunt, up in Appalachia.” Selina told him, leaning her elbows back against her stool. “Figured we’d check out the town before we headed home.”

“Oh yeah, anything exciting?” Lee asked, his eyes glancing to Selina’s side, brow furrowing a touch over the rather ominous glare he was getting from Crowley.

“Not particularly, just a Wendigo.” Selina exhaled, clearing her throat as she followed Lee’s eye line to her side, biting at her tongue a little as this would not end well if he found out exactly who her drinking buddy was.

Or worse, what he was.

“Damn, haven’t hunted a Wendigo in years.” Lee scratched absently at his chin, using it to point briefly in Crowley’s direction. “This your new hunting buddy who’s giving me the death stare?”

“Not exactly.” Selina replied around a nervous chuckle, sidestepping in front of Crowley to hopefully keep him on his stool. “He’s just a friend… I still hunt with my brothers, who are around here somewhere.”

“Well I’ll be damned, the whole Winchester clan rolling into my bar. What are the odds?” Lee said humorously, his eyes leaving Crowley to land upon Selina again. “Hey, you remember that last hunt we did together? The Chupacabra?”

“How could I forget?” Selina scoffed lightly, tugging subtly at her collar as trust Lee to bring up that hunt when she had clear memory of how it ended.

Here’s hoping her face wasn’t as red as she thought it was otherwise she’d never hear the end of it from Crowley.

“I gotta say, that was a fun night.” Lee said, the slight twinkle in his obvious eyes making Crowkey have to bite his tongue.

And hard too as he did not like the way Lee was looking at Selina, as though he was about to pounce on her in the middle of the bar. And to make matters worse, Selina’s reply didn’t exactly help him feel less… Jealous? Was that it? Was he jealous of Lee? Surely not?

“Yeah, uh… It was.” Selina nodded briefly, clearing her throat as you could literally cut the tension with a knife it was so strong.

“Well, I’m gonna leave you to it.” Lee began, sensing the slight awkwardness begin to form in the air. “Better go see these brothers of yours and make sure they ain’t causing trouble.”

“Probably for the best.” Selina chuckled, remaining with her back to Crowley as Lee walked away, hoping the heat on her face would die down before she had to turn around and face him again.

“Old flame?” Crowley asked, trying his best to seem humorous but instead he sounded bitter. At least to himself as Selina only got redder the second the words reached her ears.

“Why?” She cleared her throat, swallowing down her fluster as she returned to her usual and witty self, hopping back onto her stool. “You jealous?”

Crowley did nothing but scoff lightly into his glass before taking a rather large mouthful, in an attempt to cover up the fact that he was, indeed, a little jealous. But he wouldn’t admit that aloud now would he?

“Do you have a death wish?” Dean’s slightly angered voice pulled Crowley from his thoughts, but caused only Selina to spin instantly on her stool to see him, along with Sam and Lee, storming towards them, making her stomach drop in one quick second.

Oh boy, she thought to herself, this wouldn’t end well.

“Depends on the day really.” Crowley replied with a sigh, mimicking, the now somewhat concerned for his well-being, Selina’s motion to face Dean, whose hand was beneath his jacket where he no doubt gripped the handle of his beloved demon blade.

“Why are you here?” Dean asked, or more so demanded as he all but went red in the face.

“I was passing by, thought I’d stop in for a drink.” Crowley answered, his usual witty personality shielding what he truly felt, which, at this point, he had no clue as to what it was.

Worry maybe? But not over Dean’s clear want to kill him, but more over the idea that he and Selina were about to be forbidden from seeing each other as with the way Dean’s nostrils were flaring, it was plainly obvious that’s what he was thinking.

Not that Dean’s say so could easily sway Selina. But family came first with the Winchesters and if it meant keeping herself in her brother’s good books, Crowley was fairly certain she’d cut him off if need be.

“Right… And it just so happened to be a coincidence that you chose this bar.” Dean muttered sarcastically.

“Is that so hard to believe?”

“With you involved?” Dean scoffed, his eyes widened as was Crowley serious right now? Like they hadn’t known him long enough to know that when he was concerned, nothing was ever a coincidence. “Yeah, I’d say it was.”

“So he… isn’t a friend?” Lee interrupted, his brow a little furrowed.

“Far from it.” Sam muttered, unable to stop the chuckle riddled scoff from escaping the back of his throat.

“Oh Moose, you break my heart.” Crowley said playfully, holding one hand over his chest as he mimicked offence.

Which appeared to have touched a nerve with Dean, who stepped forward instantly and was about to draw his knife from beneath his jacket before Selina pushed him back. Rather hard too and had he not had quick reflexes and a good balance, he’d have ended up on his ass.

“Enough! All of you!” Selina warned, her voice loud enough that she gained a few turned heads from the bar's other patrons. She took a breath, biting at the inside of her lip as she really hadn’t meant to yell at them.

But forgive her for being a bit touchy when only hours ago she’d been strung up in a Wendigo’s lair. Which seemed like paradise compared to now.

“Look, I know this may come as a shock to you both.” She began, glancing between both of her, equally as intrigued as the other, brothers. “But Crowley and I are friends.”

“Besties, actually.”

“Shut it.” Selina gritted, firing a warning glare towards the aforementioned demon as she didn’t need him making things worse.

“Friends?” Dean repeated, disgust riddling his voice. “Are you kidding me right now? He’s a demon, Cat… Demons aren’t friends!”

“You brought a demon into my bar?”

“Need I remind you…” Selina replied, choosing to ignore Lee’s question as she didn’t need another person jumping on the bandwagon of hate. “That there is a werewolf and a vampire out there that we all consider friends?”

“That’s different. And you know it.” Dean said through clenched teeth, unable to believe they were even having this conversation. “Garth is Garth and Benny? He got us out of Purgatory, Selina, we owed him for that… But this is Crowley we’re talking about here. Have you forgotten what he’s done to us? What he’s done to Kevin?”

“Of course not, Dean.” Selina exhaled, running her hand through her hair as she glanced to her side, catching the way Crowley was looking at her and with the regret that lingered behind his eyes over what Dean was referencing, she knew for certain that he was different. “But we’ve all done things we’re not proud of.”

“And what makes you think that he ain’t proud of them?” Dean asked with genuine curiosity.

“Because I told her so, that’s why.” Crowley spoke up, and for once his usual witty tone was long gone. He slid from his stool, coming to stand next to Selina who stepped forward just a little, as though acting as his shield.

“Right and you just expect her to believe that?” Dean said distastefully, adjusting his grip around the knife he’d slowly taken out from underneath his jacket.

“I do believe it, Dean.” Selina replied, crossing her arms over her chest as she stood her ground. She really did believe it, as she’d seen it for herself that night in Paris, which is why she wasn’t so scared to admit that to her brothers as on any other given day, she’d have never defended Crowley in front of them.

“Yeah? Well I don’t.” Dean spat, his lips twitching out of obvious anger as his attention fell back upon the demon, the tip of his blade pointing threateningly in his direction. “So you had best keep your distance from her otherwise today is gonna be the day your death wish comes true.”

“What’s that? Is that a threat? Are you threatening me?” Crowley asked, his eyes narrowing but he couldn’t help but chuckle. “That’s cute, Dean, but we all know you don’t have the guts to kill me otherwise you’d have slit my throat the first chance you got.”

“Yeah well there’s always tonight.”

“And what makes you think that you have any say in who your sister keeps in her rather delightful company?” Crowley carried on, only adding fuel to the fire that was quickly growing inside Dean. “Last I checked she’s a grown woman, is she not? Perfectly capable of choosing who she wishes to surround herself with.”

“And you think that’s you?”

“It is.” Selina said firmly, having heard enough from both of them.

“Wait… You’re being serious?” Sam asked, brow dipped deeply over his brooding eyes. “You actually enjoy Crowley’s company?”

“Yes.” Selina replied, and it was as though her brothers were both hit by a truck of betrayal. “You know why? Because he doesn’t treat me like I’m still twelve years old.”

“That’s how you think we treat you?” Sam questioned his voice a little low as he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing.

“Well you don’t treat me like a grown up so what else am I supposed to think?” Selina responded, her voice slightly shaky and this wasn’t exactly the place she wanted to have this conversation but if she didn’t say it now she might never. “I mean, after everything I have done over the years you still treat me like I’m that scared little girl who slept with the light on until she was eleven.

“But guess what? I’m not her anymore… I haven’t been for a long time. I mean… I spent six months by myself in Purgatory, fighting tooth and nail for survival until Dean and Cas found me. Then barely a year after we got out I walked straight into Hell. I walked willingly into the one place that scares me more than anything in order to get Bobby out of there and I’m still here. But even despite all that… You both keep treating me like a kid.”

“Selina, we never…” Sam began, a breathy sigh leaving his lips as he honestly didn’t know what to say. “We didn’t think…”

“And that’s the problem, Sam.” Selina cut him off, becoming fully aware that both Crowley and Lee had heard her pour out her fragile soul. But she didn’t care. “You don’t think… Neither of you. At least not about me, anyway.”

Selina didn’t allow much chance for a response before she turned on her heels and left the building, the door swinging shut behind her as the four men simply stood there with their eyes glued to the space she once occupied, none of them knowing quite what to say to any of that.

Although Crowley would admit, not aloud obviously, that he was rather proud of her for getting that off her chest. He had read the books after all and they made it blatantly obvious that everything Selina said about her brothers was true. They did treat her like a child. They always had.

The boys never could grasp that Selina wasn’t the weak damsel John had made her out to be when he dumped her at Bobby’s day in and day out. No matter what she did to prove herself they couldn’t seem to understand that, not even after Purgatory. And not even after the trials as Crowley was well aware they’d searched for months for another hellhound to kill after she killed the first one. Before they eventually gave up and agreed to let Selina go through with them.

It was about damn time they stopped underestimating her abilities otherwise they’d end up losing her forever, and not in the way they’d feared.

Although perhaps Selina might have over estimated her abilities as she’d barely been outside the bar for ten minutes before she needed rescuing again. She hadn’t even noticed him following her down the alleyway, too busy deep inside her own mind as she couldn’t believe she’d just spouted all that after months, maybe even years, of repressing it.

It was like her guard had fallen so far beneath the earth that his footsteps went unheard as he stalked closer to her, and it wasn’t until his hand gripped Selina’s hair tightly and she was thrust up against the wall did she even know what was happening.

As if she had, this dirtbag would be on the ground with a bullet in him rather than pushed up behind her with his hands roaming her body.

“I’ve been watching you all night.” The man whispered into her ear, inhaling deeply as he took in the scent of her freshly washed hair. He lifted Selina’s arms, spinning her around and pinning them above her head as he pressed her back firmly against the wall.

Selina’s heart began to hammer beneath her chest as she suddenly became overwhelmed with fear. And regret for even leaving the bar in the first place. Why hadn’t she just gone to the bathroom instead? Or better yet, made Crowley leave the second he showed up as maybe none of this godforsaken night would have happened.

“Let me go.” Selina tried to warn, but her voice just came out shaky and foreboding rather than stern and threatening like she’d hoped.

“Why? So you can go back to those guys you were with and let them have all the fun?” The man chuckled, brushing the knuckles of his free hand down the side of Selina’s face, making her tremble beneath his touch. “I don’t think so sweetheart. See you and I? We’re about to have some fun of our own.”

Dropping his hand from her face, the man began to graze it down her body, running it slowly across her rapidly rising chest and over her twisting stomach. And the second it reached her waistband, where it popped open her jeans in one quick motion, Selina’s eyes began to water.

She sucked in a breath, preparing herself for what she was about to do as she didn’t know what would happen afterwards. But she had to try. She wasn’t about to go and let this pig ruin her life worse than anything supernatural related ever could. And that included walking into Hell.

So, with every ounce of strength she had in her, Selina thrusted her knee up quickly, hitting him between the legs and causing his hold on her hands to falter. She pulled them from within his grasp, punching him quickly in the face which had him stumble backwards a little.

“You bitch.” The guy mumbled, spitting blood from his mouth before lunging for her again. He took her by surprise, forcing her back against the wall just as she reached for her gun, causing her to end up firing a shot which ricocheted off the ground and pinged a nearby dumpster before the gun slipped from her grasp. “The more you fight back. The worse this is gonna be for you.”

“I think the only one who’s gonna have it worse, is you.” Selina chuckled, having never been more grateful to see who was now standing in the darkness behind them.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that sweetheart?”

“Because the King of Hell is behind you.” Selina whispered, the man’s brows dipping before he was suddenly thrown against the dumpster behind him, at such force that his body dented the metal a lot more than it should have and she was surprised he hadn’t stuck in it.

Slumping down the wall a little in relief, Selina let out a deep, shaky breath as she quickly buttoned her jeans back up. Crowley hurried towards her in a flash of black and she was met with his worry filled eyes the second she looked back up, her own filled with tears that were glistening in the faint moonlight.

But neither of them got to say a word to each other before the overlap of heavy footsteps came running down the alley in the shape of Sam, Dean and Lee, all of whom had their guns raised in front of them.

“We heard a gunshot.” Sam called out as be approached, the first thing he saw being the groaning man on the ground rather than his sister and the demon she clung to, her fingers gripping Crowley’s sleeves so tight they were almost transparent.

However Dean saw something else first, something he misinterpreted big time. Selina’s tears. And given that Crowley was in front of her and her face was bruising, things seemed to add up to him being responsible. Only he couldn’t have been more wrong, which he soon found out when he pulled his knife out and swung for the demon.

“Dean, don’t!” Sam shouted, grabbing Dean’s arm just before he could slash at Crowley, who wouldn’t even have had time to zap himself away, things happened so fast. “I think Crowley might have… saved Selina.”

“What?” Dean exhaled, that having snapped him out of his demon fueled rage.

“He did.” Selina whispered, clearing her croaky throat and taking a step towards her brothers, and away from Crowley as she finally, yet reluctantly, let go of him. “I almost… That guy he almost…” She shook her head, swallowing thickly as she couldn’t bring herself to say it. “Crowley stopped him.”

Dean’s brow dipped softly, his eyes scanning the area surrounding them. That’s when he saw him. The guy lying in a puddle, twitching from pain and the dent above him in the dumpster was far too deep to have been caused by Selina herself. He began to calm down a little, at least as much as he could given what almost happened to his sister.

But at least Crowley hadn’t been responsible otherwise he might not have been able to stop himself from killing him on the spot.

“Come here.” Dean whispered, taking Selina gently by the shoulder and pulling her in for a hug. He held her tightly, feeling the way she shook beneath his hold and he couldn’t stop himself from glancing towards Crowley.

For once he didn’t feel overcome with hatred towards the demon, as he had saved his sister from a trauma worse than anything he faced in Hell. And that counted for something at least.

“…Thank you.” Dean muttered hesitantly, his words barely audible but they were loud enough for those surrounding him to hear.

All Crowley did was nod once in acknowledgment, his eyes simply flicking down to Selina who had slowly begun to pull away from her brother’s chest. And no one even mentioned, or paid any attention for that matter, to the damp spot on Dean’s shirt. Or the obvious redness to Selina’s eyes as she wiped them subtly with her sleeve.

“What should we do with him?” Sam asked as he gestured towards the dirtbag still writhing on the ground, his finger twitching out of eagerness to put a bullet in his skull for laying a hand on his sister.

“I believe there’s a lovely little spot in Hell with his name on it.” Crowley replied, rather happily as torturing this piece of crap was at the top of his to do list. And was well worth actually going down to Hell for.

“You’re gonna… Torture him?” Lee asked, his eyes widened.

“Good.” Dean said bluntly, to nobody’s surprise except Lee’s as he wasn’t fully up to speed on the changes in the Winchester’s lives. Clearly. “Make it hurt.”

“Oh believe me, I will.” Crowley promised, clicking his fingers and the attacker disappeared right before their very eyes. Sent down to the second deepest layer of Hell, the one above that which housed Lucifer himself and where the truly evil people spent eternity. “He won’t be seeing the light of… Anything. Ever again.”

“Good.” Selina said gladly, wiping at her eyes again as she bent over to pick up her gun. As she straightened she came to lock eyes with Crowley, wishing there was some way she could thank him other than simple words. But there wasn’t. Not really.

Although there was one more thing she could ask of him whilst she had the chance.

“You’ve probably had your fill of helping us out lately.” Selina began, scratching lightly at her chest and thanking anyone but God that her stitches hadn't bust open. “But there is one more thing you could do for me.”

“Name it.” Crowley said immediately, as he never would get tired of helping her. And given that she’d saved his life, he figured he was forever in her debt.

But even if she hadn’t, part of him reckoned he’d still do whatever she asked of him.

“Take me home.” Selina exhaled, exhaustion overwhelming her almost instantly at the thought of getting to curl up in the safety of her own bed. “I don’t want to have to be in this town any longer than necessary.”

“Wait.” Dean interrupted, causing Selina to sigh as she turned towards him. “What you said earlier…”

“Don’t.” Selina cut him off, shaking her head. “I don’t want to talk about that right now, okay? I just want to go home.”

“Alright.” Dean said softly, the slight cracking to Selina’s voice telling him she was serious. “We’ll see you when we get back.”

“Yeah.” Selina murmured, flashing her brothers, and Lee, a thin lipped smile before she disappeared.

The world around her began to shift, and in one slow blink she was standing back outside the bunker they called home. The one place she knew no harm could ever come to her. Not from a monster and definitely not from a human.

“Talk about a rough day.” Selina huffed out the second her mind stopped spinning as she never would get used to teleporting.

How Crowley and Castiel did that all the time she’d never understand.

“Are you okay?” Crowley asked, a touch of concern riddling his voice as Selina pulled her arm from around his, turning herself to face him properly and by the look in her eyes he didn’t need her words to answer that question.

“I gotta be, right?” Selina exhaled, on the verge of tears that she was really struggling to keep inside until she was alone.

“No.” Crowley said softly, his hand twitching a little as he would give anything to be able to reach out and cup her face. “It’s okay to not be okay, Selina. You are human after all.”

“Yeah, unfortunately.” Selina mumbled, a deep sigh escaping her lips as her eyes fell to the gravel beneath them. “You’re lucky, you know. Being a demon and not having to be saddled with human emotions. Feelings. Must be nice.”

Crowley said nothing in response. Nothing but a forced huff of what could barely be described as a chuckle left the back of his throat as he couldn’t bring himself to lie to her. Not to her face anyway as he didn’t exactly have that luxury of not feeling things anymore.

No thanks to Selina herself, but he’d never blame her for that. She had had every reason to do what she did back in that church and he’d never fault her for it.

In fact he was rather glad of it as had it not happened. Had they not shared whatever it was that they shared together that day, he might never have gotten to know what it felt like to experience human emotions again.

And even if they were seen as a burden for demons, it wasn’t all bad. He had Selina because of them, to a certain degree of course, and there really wasn’t anything more he could ever want other than her.

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