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laurfilijames · 4 years ago

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Wild Horses- Part 1 (Prequel to Slow Burn)

Pairing: Modern AU Fili x Female OC Prim

Words: 3,359

Warnings: injury (dislocated shoulder and deep cut, mention of concussion), blood, injuries being treated. Swearing. Illusions of sex/smut. Military personnel in a training activity. Sound of an explosion.

Summary: This is the beginning of the story of Fili and Prim. They meet in this chapter by accident and sweet Fili helps tend to Prim after falling off her horse, sparking their connection and attraction to each other.

A/N: My lovely and dear friend helped me immensely with this by not only being my beta and editing it (multiple times) as well as encouraging me through my many moments of doubt. She is incredible and I will forever be grateful to her for her kindness and amazing way with words. @guardianofrivendell this one's for you!

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Prim could sense it.

The young, inexperienced horse she was on was going to spook. Apollo flinched at every bird that flew overhead and every rustle in the leaves on the trees and bushes that surrounded them.

She knew it wasn’t the best idea, going out for a trail ride alone on a green horse, but it needed to happen. If she was going to use him as a lesson horse to teach her more novice riders, he needed to be able to handle these types of situations so she wasn’t constantly worried about him taking off on them and someone getting injured.

Prim made an attempt to calm him down with a reassuring pat on his neck, “It’s okay, buddy, you’re alright,”

After a few minutes of walking soundly, Prim felt more comfortable and she was finally able to enjoy their surroundings. But it was short lived when a loud explosion sounded in the distance, causing her gelding to leap forward into a canter and take off quickly down the trail.

“Woah, woah! Easy!” she called out to him as she attempted to slow him down, seating her weight down hard in the saddle and trying to regain control with her reins. She spun him around in a tight circle to get him to stop, but he flung his head to the other side hard, hopping as he did and then bucked before taking off again.

Prim had dealt with horses spooking more times than she cared to count, but still the familiar nervousness fluttered in her stomach and in her head she knew if he didn’t ease off soon she was going to end up on the ground.

Despite her efforts, the poor horse wasn’t having it, proceeding to gallop full tilt through the wooded area with no destination in mind.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, a second explosion sounded, causing the horse to freak out even more.

Apollo suddenly left the trail and bolted into the bushes instead. Prim tried to dodge the low hanging branches as best as she could by keeping her face close to the horse’s neck, but couldn’t avoid a twig whipping against her cheek. The warm drop of blood trickling down her face went unnoticed.

Just as she made the decision to dismount, he bucked again and threw her from his back.

Prim landed hard on the ground, her body making a loud thud, pain instantly screaming through her left shoulder.

A wave of nausea washed over her, knowing something was broken or dislocated, but she refused to let herself pass out, she needed to get her horse back and help for herself.

She swayed a little when she brought herself to stand, exhaling through her mouth to try and breathe through the pain.

The weight of her arm hanging at her side was enough to make her want to vomit, so she supported it by gripping her elbow with her right hand. Her shoulder was definitely dislocated but she didn’t have the strength or knowledge to replace it on her own.

Just start walking, she thought, willing herself to move in the direction her horse had gone. Luckily the ground was muddy, so locating his hoof prints was easy.

She fought against the nausea and softly hummed a tune to try and distract herself. Her vision started to blur and she didn’t know how long she could stay awake. She needed to find someone and fast.

Sweat beaded down her face and Prim moved with as much speed as she could manage, hoping it wouldn’t take long to find Apollo.

“STOP! Stop! Hold your fire!” Fili yelled when he saw a horse gallop straight into the field his soldiers were practicing drills in.

What the fuck?

This was a first.

The horse was fully tacked, but missing its rider.

“Kili, can you try to grab it?” he instructed his brother. “I’m going to go look for its rider.” Judging by the bewildered look and how sweaty and terrified the horse was, the rider was most likely in rough shape.

Fili took off at a run into the forest, quickly tracking and following the hoof prints from where the horse had come from.

Within a couple of minutes he caught sight of the rider, a young woman staggering toward him, also following the tracks made by her horse.

“Hey, are you okay?” he panted, stopping in front of her. Her face was bleeding, a deep gash on her cheek just below her eye and she looked awfully pale.

“My horse took off-“ she began, wincing as her trembling hand tried to support her arm. Fili noticed right away that her shoulder was dislocated.

“Yeah it ran into our training area, he’s okay we’ve got a hold of him,” Fili explained, knowing the woman would be concerned about her horse’s safety.

“Sit down, I’m going to pop your shoulder back in,”

The woman’s eyes widened with disbelief, probably thinking she would be taken to the hospital for treatment, causing Fili to chuckle slightly at her alarm.

“It’s okay, I’ve done this before. My younger brother really liked climbing trees when he was little,“ he tried to assure her with a smile.

Fili wasn’t a doctor, but he had enough experience from being in the military and a brother to Kili to help with this.

He gently helped her to the ground, knowing every movement was sending searing pain through her arm.

“This isn’t going to feel good, I’m sorry,” he apologized in advance, knowing how much this was hurting her, and how much more it was about to hurt going back into position.

“Yeah, it’s fine, just fucking do it, please,” she nearly begged, her eyes shut tight.

Before he did anything, he grabbed a small stick and held it up in front of her face.

“Here, bite on this,” he instructed.

She opened her mouth and he placed it between her teeth, giving her something to clamp down on.

“Ready?” he asked, placing his hands on her, one on her collarbone and the other on her upper arm.

She nodded yes and squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself.

With one swift motion, Fili pressed her arm up and back into its socket. She screamed through the stick in her mouth, tears springing from her eyes to mix with the blood and dirt on her cheeks.

“There, it’s okay, it’s done,” he soothed her, his concern switching from her arm to the gash on her face. The cut looked like it needed stitches.

She wiped the tears from her eyes quickly, seeming as if she was embarrassed for crying, only to look at her fingers that were now smeared with blood.

“Fucks sake,” she cursed, becoming more aware of her second injury.

“I think you need some stitches,” Fili explained. “I have some stuff back at the trucks. Are you okay to walk?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said as she stood too quickly, losing her balance slightly and grabbing onto his arm for support.

She looked at him for the first time and he couldn’t help but smile.

She was stunning.

Her eyes were green and vibrant despite the pain that showed in them.

“I can carry you,” he offered.

She nodded yes, and he was happy for it.

He stepped to the other side of her so it would be her uninjured arm that hung around his neck, allowing the previously dislocated one to rest on her body. He scooped her up easily, hooking her legs in the crook of his arm, his other hand clutching around her waist.

He walked a few steps before he felt her head rest against his shoulder, and for some reason it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Fili remained quiet as he walked the short distance back to the training area, not wanting to disturb the woman resting in his arms.

Kili sprinted over to him as soon as he entered the field, closing the distance quickly.

“Hey, is she okay?” Kili asked, looking over her condition as Fili continued walking to his truck.

“She dislocated her shoulder, I already fixed it, but I’m worried she might have a concussion,” he nodded at the cut on her cheek, “This is pretty deep too.”

He looked down at the woman still tucked up against him, “I’m going to set you down now, okay?” Fili stated, placing her gently on the open tailgate of his truck.

“Thank you, but I’m fine, really, I just need to get my horse and go-“

“I don’t think so, I need to dress this cut,” he insisted.

Kili walked over, holding the reins and guiding her horse over to them.

“Is he okay?” The woman asked, more concerned about her horse than herself. Fili smiled to himself as he watched her eagerly look over her horse, searching for any injuries from where she sat.

“Yeah, he seems to be fine now, just scared,” Kili explained to her as he pet the horse on the neck and spoke softly to it.

“Kili is great with horses, he’s in good hands,” Fili assured her, “you’re the one who needs looking after now,” he smiled.

As much as Prim hated feeling weak and vulnerable, regardless of being injured, she felt comfortable in the presence of this soldier. She couldn’t believe that she allowed him to carry her all the way here either, she just wasn’t that type of girl, always looking after herself. But there was something about him that made her feel at ease.

Prim admired his features as he gathered the supplies to clean and dress her face.

He appeared a few years older than her, his age given away by the fine lines that decorated the skin around his eyes and forehead. He was quite handsome, and his piercingly blue eyes made her chest tighten every time they looked at her.

He removed the black helmet from his head, revealing blond waves that were slicked back with sweat.

Prim lifted her arm to remove her own helmet, but was stopped by the pain that still lingered in her shoulder.

“Here, let me,” the soldier offered, moving his thick fingers to unbuckle the strap under her chin.

After taking off her helmet, he began to gently wipe the blood from her cheek. She couldn’t help but flinch when he touched it a little harder than she knew he meant to, the regret clear on his face.

She smiled despite the pain, “It’s okay, I’m fine,” she said, giving him permission to continue.

“It might need stitches,” he explained, his brows knitted together, “I only have surgical strips on me but I think they’ll hold.”

“I trust you,” she said, unsure exactly why she did.

He chuckled quietly, the sound rumbling through his chest that made his body move as he did it.

She wanted to hear him do that again.

She found it difficult to know where to look with him being so close to her face, making the act seem extremely intimate.

She took in the stubble that coated his cheeks that she knew had been shaved yesterday and grown back already, the indent in his nose that perhaps formed from it being broken, and the curve of his lips that were parted slightly as he concentrated on taking care of her cut. Then her eyes landed on his extremely curly, blond chest hair peeking out through the collar of his undershirt and she felt inclined to touch it.

Prim could tell even through his military gear that his physique was solid and defined.

Dirty thoughts stirred up in her mind as she continued to look him over, his gorgeous face a welcome distraction from the sting on her cheek and unrelenting ache in her shoulder.

Was he single? she wondered. Not possible.

Although his fingers were thick and his hands were dirty and calloused, they were deft and skilled and she imagined how they would feel on other parts of her body.

Would he be the type of lover who was gentle and attentive, yet capable of rough and eager pleasure?

Yes. Definitely, she decided.

As her thoughts continued that way, she came to the realization that he was standing between her legs, his thick torso a demanding presence against her inner thigh. It was enough to feel her cheeks heat up and she prayed that he wouldn’t notice or think it was from the adrenaline of her accident.

She needed to think of something else.

Letting her vanity get the best of her she broke the silence between them.

“It’s going to leave a nasty scar, isn’t it?”

His eyes moved from the cut where he was focused up to meet hers and smiled, revealing his dimples once more.

“You’ll still be beautiful,” he said and winked at her.

Fuck.

She was done for and she didn’t even know his name.

“Can I get the name of the soldier who saved my day?” Prim asked curiously as he removed his fingers from her cheek.

“Fili,” he answered with a grin.

Those fucking dimples.

“Thank you, Fili,” she beamed back at him. “I’m Prim.”

He looked up at her through his blond eyelashes, regarding her with something that hinted at amusement, “It’s nice to meet you, Prim,” his voice was husky and made her flush even more.

She liked the sound of her name on his lips.

“Well, I think I should probably head back, let you get on with whatever this is-“ she waved the hand of her good arm in the direction of where a group of soldiers stood waiting for instructions, “I don’t want to cause any more trouble,” she carefully slid off the back of the truck and took the reins from the man who’s name was Kili, dreading her walk back.

“You’re not riding back, are you?” Kili asked her, slightly alarmed.

Yes, she thought but decided to change her mind so as not to make them worried.

“Uhh, no, I’ll walk back, it’s only a couple of kilometres.”

She was definitely mounting up again as soon as she was out of sight, regardless of how her shoulder felt.

“I’ll walk with you,” the blond offered, and her stomach flipped.

“No, please, you’ve done enough. I don’t want to be anymore of a disruption,” she said, trying to maintain her pride.

“I insist. It’s no trouble. I can have my brother pick me up from your barn,” he explained with another smile. “And I’d like to make sure you get back okay.”

Prim swallowed, not only was he sexy as hell, he was sweet too.

“Only if you’re insisting,” she said with a sly smirk.

She looked him over, thinking maybe he was keen to be in her company a little longer as well.

Prim turned to Kili and thanked him for his help before starting through the field in the direction of the forest from where she came. She had Apollo’s reins clutched in the hand of her uninjured side with him following easily behind her, and Fili striding along with them to her left.

She typically never felt awkward or shy around anyone, usually exuding confidence and sometimes maybe even a little cockiness when it came to talking to men, but Fili made her feel different. She couldn’t think of anything to say to him and she cursed herself.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Good, considering. A little achy and tired, but I’ll live,” she couldn’t help but grin and look away because of how intensely he was staring at her, his blue eyes piercing.

“Make sure you get some rest,” Fili advised.

“I will,” she lied. She still had ten stalls to muck out and hungry horses to feed when she returned to the barn and it was going to take her twice as long with one arm hardly being of any use.

“So how long have you been training there?” Prim asked, wondering how she never noticed military training before today in the area she rode through so often.

“Not long, but we will be more frequently,” he explained.

“I should probably start avoiding this area then, right?” she quipped.

“I would recommend it,” Fili grinned.

Unless I want to see you again, she thought.

Fili took in the facility when they arrived, admiring the large arena and sprawling fields where multiple horses were scattered about, grazing in the sunshine.

“So you run all of this?” he asked, thinking what a demanding task that would be.

“Mhm,” Prim hummed as she walked into the barn and started untacking Apollo. “I took over the business from my coach about two years ago.”

“And you do everything by yourself?” Fili wondered.

She laughed, making him want to hear her do it over and over. “For the most part. I do have some students who help with chores in exchange for lessons, which helps a ton, but that’s only a few times a week.”

He watched her pause when it was time to remove the saddle from the horse’s back, prompting him to quickly offer to do it for her, knowing her shoulder couldn’t manage reaching up to lift it.

“I’ll get it,”

“Thanks,” she pointed to a saddle rack on the wall, “you can just set it over there.”

Fíli placed it down and turned to face her.

“Would you like to come out for a bite to eat and some drinks tonight?” The words came out of his mouth before he knew what he was doing.

He saw her hesitation and cringed, thinking he had crossed a line, and bit his lip as he tried to recover.

“It’s nothing big, just myself and Kili and his girlfriend, you don’t need to feel obligated though.”

He felt like an idiot. She was probably tired and sore and the last thing she would want to do is go out.

But he wanted to see her again. He refused to let this be it.

“I’d love to.”

Fili sighed with relief, happy she agreed.

Prim approached him, now standing close enough he could lean forward and kiss her if he was ever so bold.

“I’ll give you my number so you can let me know the details,” she held her hand out for him to place his phone in.

She tucked her bottom lip in her teeth in an effort to restrain her smile while she typed her information into his contacts before handing it back to him.

He laughed when he read what she listed as the name with her phone number; Horse Girl With The Messed Up Face.

“Just in case you confuse me with any other damsel in distress you happen to rescue,” she winked at him and he stifled a growl.

“There could be no confusion, Prim,” he assured her.

“Fili?” They heard Kili call from the main entrance, seeing him turn the corner and spot them. “Sorry to interrupt-“ he trailed off, making Fili take a step back from Prim.

“I’ll be right there, Ki,” Fili said to his brother.

Looking back to Prim, he instantly smiled. “I’ll call you later then,”

“I look forward to it,” she admitted, “And thank you, again for everything,”

“It’s nothing, I’m glad you’re okay.”

He watched her turn and walk over to a wheelbarrow and pitchfork that were leaning against the wall, concerned she was about to start doing a chore she shouldn’t because of her shoulder.

“Hey you’re not-“ he began, but she cut him off.

“The stalls aren’t going to clean themselves,” she retorted.

Oh, she was a stubborn one.

“No, no, you can’t do that, you’ll only end up hurting yourself more.”

She raised her eyebrows at him in a ‘well who the hell is going to do it then’ way, leaving him no other choice but to pluck the pitchfork from her hand.

“Kili!” he called over his shoulder, taking joy in the complaints spewing from his brother’s mouth when he realized what he’d been recruited to do.

“You’re not serious.”

“Incredibly.” Fili grinned at his brother, handing him a shovel.

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laurfilijames · 4 years ago

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I just really love Friday’s okay?

Early Fili Fri-yay! :D

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years ago

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Strangers (Part 4)

Summary: Sam has returned into Dean’s life for some reason and the reader is there to try and help Dean through having Sam around again...

Masterlist

Pairing: Doctor!Dean x patient!reader

Word Count: 2,000ish

Warnings: language, mention of surgery/injury

A/N: I hope you enjoy!

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“Hi,” said Sam, giving you a quick wave. He stared at Dean who was already on his feet. “I need a place to crash for the night. If that’s okay.”

“What happened to the apartment, you were sharing with that girl, Jessica.”

“She died a few years ago,” he said.

“You kill her?” asked Dean. You got up, still holding your box of swiss rolls and Sam frowned. “You’ve been out of touch for three years. It’s not an unreasonable question.”

“I didn’t kill her,” said Sam. “I saw...it was a serial arsonist. I saw who did it and he ran with a bad group. I’ve been in witness-”

“Witness protection? Are you serious? I’m the fucking easter bunny while we’re at it,” said Dean.

“De, I think he’s telling the truth,” you said, nodding towards him. “He’s obviously upset.”

“You’ve been in witness protection? This whole time?”

“Yes,” said Sam. “Things have been happening lately. A lot of things. These guys are no longer a problem so I can come home. Except for the fact I don’t have a home anymore and had to drop out of college.”

“I filed a missing persons report on you.”

“I know.”

“I hung up flyers, search parties, fundraisers.”

“I know.”

“I drove to the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night because I thought I got a tip about you.”

“That was me. I had to relocate after that.”

“I looked for you for so long. Even when mom and dad gave up, I didn’t. There was no foul play but the cops told us it was unlikely we’d ever find you. You probably walked out and didn’t want to be found. I was so angry at you. They told us you were dead cause someone hurt you or you walked away. Those are two very different things,” said Dean. You dropped the box on the couch and grabbed his hand, Dean pinching his nose with his other.

“I can leave if you want,” said Sam.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” said Dean. You rubbed his back and he walked over, giving his brother a hug.

“Finally got a girlfriend?” teased Sam as he returned it.

“You two are gonna get along great. You can swap stories,” laughed Dean. “Oh, I need a drink. Also how’d you get in my house?”

“My handler had a key made. They took it from your locker at the hospital,” he said.

“Lovely.”

“I know it sounds…” said Sam as he glanced at you.

“Crazy is kind of our thing,” you said. “I’m Y/N.”

“You look familiar,” he said.

“My ex boyfriend tried to kill me. With bleach. In my drink.”

“Oh yeah. He was fucking nuts,” said Sam.

“Yup. That’s been our fun for the evening,” you said. “He got out. He’s dead now. It’s fine. Better than fine cause I’m gonna eat a whole box of swiss rolls and not feel bad about that.”

“Yeah, I will get along with you just fine,” said Sam, giving Dean a look. “Not sure about you though. I wanted to-”

“S’okay,” he said. “I’m just...happy you don’t hate me after all.”

“I wanted to call you so many times. It was too dangerous though. I couldn’t put you in that position,” said Sam.

“I’m getting kind of used to that,” said Dean. Sam smiled and you walked over to them both.

“I crashed date night, didn’t I,” he said.

“Just a bit,” said Dean.

“Well I am really happy to meet Dean’s little brother,” you said, giving him a hug. “You don’t mind if Sam hangs out with us, right?”

“No, never. As long as you’re cool with it,” said Dean.

“Of course,” you said.

“I appreciate it but honestly I’m wrecked. I could use with a shower and a bed,” said Sam.

“The guest room is right down the hall,” said Dean, pointing the way. “You hungry?”

“Nah. I’ll keep out of your guys hair,” said Sam. “Thanks.”

“It’s no problem,” said Dean. Sam started to head for the hallway when Dean grabbed his arm. “I’m really happy you’re home, Sammy.”

“Me too.”

He smiled before he left, Dean taking a deep breath as he locked up the front door again.

“So you got a brother,” you said.

“Yeah. I probably should have brought him up at some point,” said Dean. You shrugged and rested your hands on his hips, Dean smiling softly. “I thought he was dead.”

“I’m glad he’s not,” you said. “I’m gonna have to back out on the being roommates thing though.”

“What?” he asked.

“Sam needs it way more than I do. I can stick around my parents until my apartment is ready. Seriously, it’s okay. He’s gonna need a lot of help. Trust me. He’s gonna want you,” you said.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. My parents aren’t that bad. Someday we can be roommates though?” you said.

“Okay. I’ll take a raincheck for now,” he smiled.

“Tonight’s not so bad,” you said. He nodded and you pulled him close to your body, Dean’s arms wrapping lazily around you. “You doing okay?”

“I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been in my life, the most terrified I’ve ever been in my life and the most relieved I’ve ever been in my life tonight. I honestly don’t know where to begin,” said Dean.

“I got a box of chocolate with your name on it that might be a good place to start.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” he said. “You okay too?”

“My night’s ending on a good note. I’m good Dean. Let’s get back to our date. I was in the middle of cuddling you if I remember.”

One Week Later

“Howdy handsome,” you said, the elevator doors at the hospital opening to Dean standing there in his navy scrubs.

“Gorgeous,” he said, giving you a quick kiss as he stepped on. “You already have your follow up with Mace?”

“Yeah. I am progressing well I guess. We’re switching my immunosuppressant to try something that doesn’t make me as tired and won’t make me as susceptible to illness,” you said.

“That’s good. I know you’re on the strong stuff right now. Mace is pretty good about finding the right med combo by the second or third try,” he said. “Transplant meds are tricky.”

“I’ve learned. How’s your day going?” you asked. “Saving lives?”

“Easy going day. Took out some tonsils on a teenager, did an appendectomy on a toddler, did a bone reset on a kid that broke her leg. Nothing they won’t all recover from 100% percent.”

“That sounds good,” you said. “When do you get off?”

He snickered and you whacked his arm.

“Such a boy,” you said.

“I have one more surgery for the day but I’m heading home after that. Our parents are coming into town. They’ve been in Florida cause their vacation plans got screwed up with the pandemic last year so they rescheduled and of course it’s this week and there’s tropical storms so they can’t get a flight out and they finally are getting home today. It’s been a nightmare. I’m supposed to cook dinner so that’ll go wonderfully.”

“You’re a good cook!” you said as the doors opened and you walked with him down the hall. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. They excited to see Sam?”

“Yeah. They feel bad about...they thought he was dead. Like it hasn’t been long enough to legally declare him that way but they were going to. I’ve always had a somewhat tense relationship with my dad. We fought a lot about Sam after he disappeared.”

“I think no matter what happened before, dinner’s gonna go good for you guys tonight,” you said.

“You’re coming right?” he asked.

“You want me to?”

“Yeah. I...you make me feel...safe,” he said as he stopped walking. You smiled and grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers together. “You don’t have-”

“I’d love to. I really like Sam and I want to be there for you. I like that I make you feel safe, makes me feel good,” you said. He rubbed the back of his neck but you caught the smile on his face. You gave him another kiss, a whistle coming from further down the hall.

“Get a room, Winchester,” said a guy as he walked by with a laugh.

“Better be a soundproof room,” you said, the guy stopping in his tracks.

“Okay, I approve of this one,” the guy chuckled. Dean rolled his eyes but he was biting down a laugh.

“Y/N, this is RN. Lafetite or Benny as well call him. He’s Donna’s boyfriend,” said Dean.

“Oh yeah, she was great,” you said. “She removed my appendix.”

“That woman knows her way around a blade,” said Benny. “You had the digestive transplant done a while ago, right?”

“Yeah,” you said, Dean making a face beside you.

“Badass,” said Benny. “I worked with Mace some on you.”

“You’re a surgeon too?” you asked.

“No, no. I’m a surgical nurse,” he said.

“They’re pretty important,” said Dean. “The really good ones could perform minor surgeries themselves like Ben. I keep trying to convince Benny here to go to med school and join the rest of us.”

“Oh you know you’d miss me too much, Deano. You me and Novak are the dream team of pediatrics,” he said.

“Sure we are,” said Dean with a laugh. “Y/N and I were having a little get together on Sunday, watch a little football, food. Round up the usual suspects?”

“I can get the crew together. I’ll bring my beer dip and some of those pretzels. Very easy on the digestive system,” said Benny to you.

“That’s considerate,” you said. “It’s okay. I’m alright with most stuff. I just got to watch the grease a bit.”

“These are really not greasy at all. I’ll give you the recipe sometime,” said Benny as his phone went off. “I think we’re late for pre-op.”

“When are we not?” said Dean. “I’ll see you tonight, sweetheart.”

“See you later, Dean.”

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” said Dean that night as he rushed in the house. You and Sam were working the kitchen, Dean checking the clock. “They’re gonna be here in five minutes.”

“Go wash up. Sam and I can cook a few pieces of chicken and make mashed potatoes,” you said. You were nearly finished anyways, the chicken baking away in the oven. Dean made a thud down the hall but shouted back that he was fine before you heard the bathroom door shut. “He always been a worrier?”

“Pretty much,” said Sam as he got out the plates. “He seems different. Good different. More easy going.”

“It’s all I’ve ever known from him so I don’t have much to go off of,” you said.

“You might have something to do with it,” he said. He smiled and finished up with setting the table. “You’ve never met our parents Dean said.”

“No. We’ve only been together a few months,” you said.

“This’ll be an interesting evening then,” said Sam as the doorbell rang. He suddenly looked nervous and you rubbed a hand up and down his back.

“It’ll be okay,” you said. “Trust me.”

“I see why he likes you,” said Sam. “Here goes nothing.”

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A/N: Read Part 5 here!

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superbadassnatural · 4 years ago

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Always Love

Summary: Sam and Y/N have been best friends since day one. They both hid secrets from each other. One night, after Y/N’s life gets in danger, both of them let it all out. Square filled: Friends to lovers Pairing: Sam x Reader Word count: 2,160 Warnings: show level of violence, fluff, kidnap A/N: this was written for @spntfwbingo. Please enjoy it!

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“Never thought I’d be thankful for a crappy motel shower,” you sighed as you walked out of the bathroom.

“Yeah, me neither,” Sam said, his eyes glued on his laptop.

“Any lead on what we are dealing with?” you asked, plopping into bed, but soon regretted it because the mattress wasn’t as soft as you expected.

“I think it might be a vengeful spirit, but I’m not sure,” he wrinkled his nose. “I mean, there’s a pattern. They were all women, late twenties. All of them had a criminal record. But I don’t get how this thing is moving around. They were all last seen in different spots and they died in their apartments.”

“Maybe this thing moves around a certain area,” you yawned, getting under the covers. “We can map that out tomorrow. We are too tired now. Dean can barely open his eyes. You are tired too, Sammy. Get your ass over here.”

“You’re right we had a long day,” he unplugged his laptop and turned off the lights. The only thing illuminating the room was your bedside lamp.

Sam laid next to you. A sigh leaving his lips as his body relaxed on the mattress.

“You two,” Dean called from his bed. “No crazy late-night conversations. And turn that thing off,” he grunted.

“Night, Dean,” a chuckle left your lips. You turned to Sam who was laying on his back. His gorgeous eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep. You turned off the bedside lamp. “We should have a girls’ night one day.”

“I thought we already did that,” Sam frowned, turning to you.

“We have dudes’ nights,” you said. “We should have a girls’ night once we’re back in the bunker. We can watch some chick flicks with lots of popcorn and chocolate. You would let me braid your hair. Then we’d do some skincare together. It would be fun. Do you think Dean would join us?”

“No, I wouldn’t,” Dean nearly. “Now shut up and go to sleep.”

“Oh, Deano, you’re so grumpy,” you teased.

A comfortable silence fell between you. All of a sudden you weren’t that tired anymore. Sam on the other hand was nearly asleep.

“Sam?”

“Hmm,” he hummed.

“Do you know what I’m gonna buy for you and Dean?”

“What?” he opened his eyes.

“Matching pjs. A saw these cute brothers matching pajamas and I think you two would look adorable.”

“You do know those are for kids, right?” he chuckled.

“Yeah, but there’s gotta be for adults too,” you shrugged. “Then, I’m gonna get us besties matching pjs. One of the t-shirts has a pizza that’s missing a slice and the other t-shirt has the slice. We would look great in that.”

“How many matching pjs am I gonna get?”

“Lots of them,” you chuckled. “We should have a skincare routine. Your skin would glow, Sammy. Also, we should comb our hair,” you extolled.

“I think we should go to sleep,” he muttered as he tried his best to keep his eyes open.

“Fine,” you mumbled with a pout.

“Good night, Y//N/N,” he smiled, shifting in his place. His back was now to you.

“Good night, Sammy,” you laid on your stomach. A silence fell in the room. Every now and then you’d hear Dean’s soft snores. “Sam?”

“What?” he nearly snarled.

“Do you think aliens exist?”

“Night, Y/N,” he grumbled.

“Don’t hog all the blankets,” you warned.

You have known the Winchesters for nearly four years now. One day you had crossed paths whilst hunting a wendigo and you just clicked. After joining them in a few cases, they took you in and welcomed you in the bunker. You became a family. You and Dean were always bickering and making fun of each other. He was the big brother you didn’t know you needed. He was really protective of you.

When it comes to Sam, things are a bit different. You and he had many things in common. Both of you had to drop out of college because you had work to do. Both of you had your first lover taken away by something you were hunting. Sam was as geeky as you were. You enjoyed spending time in the bunker reading lore. As the years went by, you grew closer to him. You were best friends. Only to you, he meant something more. Sam was your safe haven. When you felt down, you’d run to him. Sam was the kind of guy you could see yourself building a future with. He was everything you’ve ever wanted. He was kind and sweet and caring. You and he had dudes’ night every now and then — girls’ night too but they weren’t that often. He’d let you apply a face mask on his skin just because it made you happy. He’d hold you anytime you felt down. He’d buy you chocolate every time he went grocery shopping. He’d bring a heating pad to you when you could barely leave your bed because you had cramps. He was always taking care of you. It was hard not to love him.

Hunting only made everything more difficult. If you allowed yourself to develop those kinds of feelings for him, it would only make it worse. You’ve always feared for his life every time you went on a hunt, but if you allow yourself to love him as your significant other, it’d only make you fear more. Besides, Sam didn’t feel the same, right? He saw you as his best friend. As his little sister. He’d never see you as something more than that.

“We can go out and ask some questions,” you heard Sam’s voice as you slowly began to wake up. “She can sleep for a little longer.”

You kept your eyes closed. The idea of getting a few more hours of sleep was really appealing.

“Y/N/N?” you felt the bed dipped beside you. His warm hand resting on your shoulder.

“Hmmm,” you hummed.

“We’re going out to ask some questions. You can stay and sleep for a little longer, okay?” you nodded. “If you need anything, call me,” he pressed a kiss to your temple, before heading out of the motel room with his brother.

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“Y/N, we’re back,” Sam called, entering the empty room. He frowned at your absence. “I brought you some chocolate. Your favorites,” still no sign of you.

He motioned for Dean to take a look around the room as he dropped the paper bag on the table. They didn’t find you. At first, they thought you were hiding just so you could take them off guard and scare them. As they didn’t find any sign of you, they started to get worried.

“Here,” Sam said as he picked the note with your handwriting. “Went out for breakfast. Be back in a few. Y/N,” he read.

“She should be here by now,” Dean checked his watch. “It’s almost noon. She should have been back already. Something is up, Sammy.”

Sam checked his phone for any missed calls or messages, but there were none.

The hours passed and the brothers only grew more worried. They tracked down your phone and it led to the diner you went to get breakfast. Sam wouldn’t stop pacing around the room and he was almost pulling his hair out. If he kept on biting his nails, he wouldn’t have any by the time he finds you. Dean prayed to Castiel. The angel appeared in the room and promised to search for you.

“I think I know where she might be,” Castiel said as he loomed into the room later that day. “There’s a warehouse about twenty minutes from here. I can’t go in. There are too many sigils. I think a demon has her.”

“Okay, can you get us —“

Before Sam could complete his sentence, Castiel had zapped them to the front of the warehouse.

“I’ll just wait here,” said Castiel.

A slam was heard as Sam kicked the door open. Both brothers entered the warehouse with their guns in hands. A door down the hall called their attention. At the count of three, Sam once again kicked the door open.

The demon had you tied up to a chair. Your head hung low and you were unconscious. Small bruises scattered around your arms and your torso. Your jeans were ripped, exposing your grazed knees.

Sam was consumed by sheer anger once he saw what the demon had done to you. He shot the woman. The devil’s trap bullet hitting her left shoulder. Just as he picked his demon knife, he’s brother stopped him.

“I got this,” Dean assured him, his hand holding an angel blade. “Get her outta here.”

Sam nodded, walking towards you. His hands fumbling to loosen the ropes around your ankles and wrists. He scooped you up in his arms. Your head resting against his firm chest. Sam walked out of the house as fast as he could.

Castiel spotted the youngest hunter with you unconscious in his arms. Sam’s wide eyes stared back at him. Fear was written all over his face.

“Here. Let me,” the angel pressed two fingers on your forehead.

The bruises on your body healed instantly and your heartbeat grew stronger. Relief washed through Sam’s body once your eyes started fluttering open.

“Sam?” your voice was hoarse.

“Hey,” he smiled before placing you on the ground. “How are you feeling?” his firm hand rested on your waist and the other cupped your cheek.

“Like I was kidnapped by a demon,” you chuckled. “I need to sit down,” as he helped you sit on the doorstep, Dean walked out of the house.

“Hey you,” he beamed. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Thanks for coming after me. Both of you.”

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he winked, heading towards Castiel.

“You saved me. Again,” you sighed.

“I did,” a blush crept up Sam’s cheeks. “What can I say? You just keep getting yourself in danger.”

“Oh, shut up,” you smacked his arm. Both of you erupting into laughter.

From afar, Dean stared at you and his little brother.

“You see that?” he nudged Castiel’s shoulder. “See the way they are looking at each other? It’s working just as planned,” he smirked.

“Did you plan on getting Y/N kidnapped?” Castiel stared at him, his eyebrows furrowed.

“No, of course not,” Dean nearly exclaimed. “I’ve been waiting for so long for them to finally get their heads out of their own asses and I think it’s happening.”

“Sam?” you called him, suddenly finding the rips on your jeans more interested than his face. “You’re my best friend, you know that right?”

You wanted to tell him you loved him. You wanted to kiss the living hell out of him, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t ruin your friendship with Sam. Telling him what you really feel wasn’t worth losing him.

“No,” he shook his head. “We’re not just friends and you know it.”

“Sam-“

“Y/N, don’t,” he stopped you. “The past eight hours without knowing where you were or if you were okay drove me crazy. I couldn’t stop blaming myself for leaving you alone. I can’t bear the thought of losing you. I can’t.”

“Don’t,” your eyes welled with tears.

“Don’t what?” he asked. His voice raised about an octave. “You don’t want me to tell you that I love you? That I’ve been in love with my best friend since day one? What are you so afraid of, Y/N?”

“You,” you blurted. “I’m afraid of you. I’m afraid of letting myself fall completely in love with you. Once I allow myself to do that, there’s no going back and I can’t lose you. I won’t be able to live with myself if I lose you.”

“You’re not gonna lose me,” he assured you. His calloused hands cupped your cheeks, his thumb wiping away your tears.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I know you got my back. Just like I got yours,” he smiled.

“I love you,” the three words you’d buried deep inside finally left your lips.

He captured your lips with his. He was soft against you. Your heart skipped several beats as you melted into his touch. His thumb caressed your cheek as your breaths mingled. His tongue pressed against the seam of your lips. You parted them, granting him access. The kiss became more demanding the more you explored each other.

Once air became needed, you parted. Foreheads pressed against each other. Your lips curled into a smile.

“I love you, too,” he said through panted breaths.

“Yes!” yours and Sam’s heads snapped in Dean’s direction as he fist-bumped into the air. A chuckle escaped your lips. “I knew it.”

Sam’s eyes were fixed on you, taking in every last detail of your face.

“Y/N,” you hummed, staring back into his hazel eyes. “You don’t have to be afraid. Not anymore.”

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Here you can read all the stories of our second round and check out the artwork our participants have created! Thank you to everyone who was a part of this, be it as a writer, author, beta, reader, cheerleader or helping hand! Thank you so much everyone and we hope we’ll see you back for the next round! ♥

Without further ado, the BCBB 2019/2020 creations:

Wayward Sons by Substiel (Explicit, 29k)

Illustrated by bees0are0awesome

It's the year 1919 and the Wayward Sons are the most powerful criminal organization in the country. It's ruled by Dean Winchester who bares the Mark of Cain. A curse given to him when Mary Winchester made a deal with the Devil to save her dying son. Dean was always a cold blood killer who did everything for business, and he never let anyone into his heart. He didn't dare let himself get too close to someone. That was until the Roadhouse hired a new bartender.

Castiel always admired Dean from afar for helping the lower class have a voice. For some reason, the bartender knows how to get under Dean's skin. There was something different about him which led to the beginning of their newfound relationship. Two broken souls finding each other in the middle.

Archive Warning: Graphic Depiction of Violence

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My Bloody Luck by TaymeeLove (Mature, 16k)

Illustrated by Kamicom

Castiel was a struggling actor who never had luck on his side in life or his relationships. He met with an accident and his life was never the same after. Will his luck in relationships turn around this time?

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Metanoia by adestielable (Explicit, 24k)

Illustrated by Noavice

Castiel’s existence has been nothing but pain, humiliation, and degradation. He’s an omega in a world where omegas are objects for an alpha’s enjoyment.

After a brutal assault on his nineteenth birthday, Castiel began entering into beastie fights—matches where instead of people going head to head, bio and mechanically engineered beasts fight to the death. And in Castiel’s months of fights, he’s not lost once.

It’s after one of these fights where Castiel meets Dean, his supposed true mate. Castiel hates alphas, and has vowed never to let one into his life because all alphas do is inflict pain. Yet…Dean is different. And Castiel finds he can’t help being drawn to him.

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

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Profound Kisses by BENKA79 (Explicit, 20k)

Illustrated by Gio (sketching-fox)

Dean knows he's screwed. He discovers he is in love with Castiel in Purgatory, and now he can't even have the angel in front of him, because he knows it's a one sided love. It’s Valentine's day and Dean tries very hard to hook up as always, but he can't get Cas out of his mind. So he drives back to the motel, drunk, and he finds Castiel trying to help him. Then, when Dean asks Castiel for some experimental kisses and the angel accepts, Dean starts a very dangerous game… finding in Castiel's kisses the most delicious experiences, but also, his own perdition. Will Castiel fall in love with him? Or will he stay emotionless as always?

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Sparks by DragonSgotenks (Explicit, 20k)

Illustrated by VampyRosa

Omega Cas meets Alpha Dean during one of the worst weeks of his life. Sparks fly when they realize they're truemates. But after a wild and intense night that ends with both of them sporting new mating bites, could a simple misunderstanding tear the new couple apart before they even have a chance to begin?

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Lesson Number 1: Monsters are Real by blueye22 (Explicit, 20k)

Illustrated by kuwlshadow

When Anael "Jo" Novak goes missing during a hike in the mountains with her boyfriend, worried brother, Castiel, goes in search of her. Castiel is surprised to receive the help of FBI agents, Dean and Sam. But what are they hiding?

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

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You At the End of the Rail by spnsmile (Explicit, 30k)

Illustrated by verobatto-angelxhunter

Dean receives a text message from a new human Cas telling him of his suspicion that angels have found him in Gas n Sip. Still filled with guilt for kicking the ex-angel out of the Bunker, Dean steps up to make it up to his friend. Worried, Dean concludes the ex-angel has to disappear for many days so he asks Cas where he wants to go.

Cas’ answer?

Trains.

Fucking trains.

Archive Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence

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On Your Knees by raths_kitten (Explicit, 14k)

Illustrated by angeltortured

When Dean gets the assignment to follow the Fallen Angels on tour and write a feature article on them, he isn‘t their biggest fan. But that quickly changes when he hears them play live - and meets their charismatic lead singer Castiel in person.

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Just Like in the Movies by noxsoulmate (Explicit, 46k)

Illustrated by lotrspnfangirl

In a world where a new mark appears whenever you fall in love, Hollywood sweetheart, Castiel James, is known for his unblemished skin. Oh, he has the faint shadows of old crushes and childish infatuations, but no mark is that of something deep and true. No mark has ever stuck, no mark has ever become more than a hazy outline. Because Cas, well... Cas has never been in love.

The skin of bookshop owner Dean Winchester, however, tells another tale entirely. Dean loves freely, quickly, and deeply. He loves his family, he loves his friends, he still cares for his exes. While the first two don’t show on his skin, the latter do. All brushed over his body in various shapes and forms and colors. Of varying clarity. But even Dean has yet to get that one mark. That mark that sticks. The mark that is so deep, and so sharp, and so clear, it can only be that of a profound bond.

These two men share a common hope; a common desire. That one day, they might have a mark that means they have found a love that is as deep and true as love can be - just like in the movies.

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Granted by Andromache_42 (Explicit, 20k)

Illustrated by agusvedder

At forty-one, Dr. Castiel Novak is the proud recipient of a generous grant to fund his project on sustainability and urban farming from the Campbell Foundation, a small investing firm based out of Chicago. The night before he meets the award committee, lonely and pushed by his friend Balthazar, Castiel has the best sex of his life during a casual Grindr hook-up with “just-visiting” forty-seven-year-old Dean. Castiel’s life appears to be coming together, until he discovers that Dean is the head of the grant award committee. For the sake of professionalism, Castiel is willing to ignore the intense attraction between the two of them, but Dean turns out to be too tempting to resist.

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Finding Bigfoot by Desirae (Explicit, 22k)

Illustrated by Tamapochi

“Don’t be such a worrywart. It’s vacation time. Campfires, fishing, beer. What’s better than that?”

“Apparently a sasquatch sighting?” Castiel snarked, with an arched brow.

“Well, yeah. I mean, Sam’s a good substitute, but it’d be nice to see the real thing,” Dean grinned.

Finding Bigfoot wasn't exactly on the itinerary when Dean, Cas, and Sam planned their annual boys-only camping trip, but with his brother in a noticeable funk, Dean was prepared to do what he had to do. Even if it meant keeping quiet about a long-waited love confession from his best friend.

Determined to stay focused on distracting Sam from his troubles, and not make him feel like a third wheel, Dean and Castiel decide to keep their new relationship status to themselves, until after vacation is over.

After years of mutual pining, that shouldn’t be too hard, right?

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Meet me at Sunset by Suus_Arido (Mature, 55k)

Illustrated by celstese

Ever since the Barrier of Melaina fell and plunged the worlds of men, monsters and magic together, the Republic Elohim has kept its citizens save with help from the hunter organization the Red Circle.

Dean Winchester has never known how the world looked before the fall of the barrier. He and his family have been part of the Red Circle for generations and he knew it was his faith to die in battle. All he is supposed to want is to protect the innocents from darkness. But how can he when his soul is dark and corrupt?

As the monsters start to adapt and become more intelligent, the rise of chaos is not far behind. It’s midst this chaos that Dean meets a human with the name of an angel. Not only does this man believe in the salvation of the world but he also seems to believe that Dean is redeemable as well.

A love story may perhaps develop but Dean knows better, for it is known that the faith of a hunter is tragedy. Will Dean be able to make the right call? Even when blue eyes turn unrecognizable?

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

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Beyond Borders by xHaruka17x (Explicit, 53k)

Illustrated by Diminuel

Sometimes doing what is right, what feels right, doesn't mean you’ll escape the consequences of those actions. Dean Winchester is the Head Alpha of one of the largest packs of the Western Hemisphere. He is days away from being a married and mated Alpha, ready for the next chapter in his life to commence, only for a horrific accident to change everything. Adam, Dean and Sam's little brother, is killed in a car accident across the globe in Russia. Dean finds out his little brother's now widowed Omega is all alone and pregnant, left to the mercy of his horrible home pack. Dean makes a decision and he knows things will explode when he gets back home, but he knows in his heart it’s the right thing to do.

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The Cleric's Birthright by Scribo_Vivere (Explicit, 34k)

Illustrated by yoyo-deano

Castiel Novak lost his husband and the love of his life, Balthazar, three years ago in a slaying no one has been able to solve. Burying himself in his work at the university as a leading anthropology professor there, he attempts to put the past behind him. When vicious murders begin to plague him in an eerie replication of Balthazar’s death, Castiel decides to find out on his own what sort of evil has descended upon them all. But the answers he’s looking for may not be so easily found, and the revelation forced upon him could destroy everything he knows - about himself, his world, and the faith he once held so dear. Complicating things is his new relationship with Dean Winchester, who may or may not be what he appears. Why is Castiel inexplicably drawn to him like a moth to the flame?

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

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To Soar Without Grace by QuillsAndInk (Explicit)

Castiel is an alpha and a cleric serving the gods of his kingdom and wielding their power in preparation to join a holy war. When he gets taken by the heretical high prince of a rival kingdom, Castiel knows his fate is sealed. That is, until prince Dean tries to persuade him to take on a mad quest to kill his father and end the holy war. With heretical magic Castiel can’t understand forcing him away from the gods he’s always served, Castiel joins Dean. But in the mountain wilderness in the dead of winter with only his sworn enemy for company, can Dean and Castiel get past their differences or will the war swallow them up.

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

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Cow Bells and Snow Globes by Pimento (Explicit)

It really doesn't matter what the gossip columns say. Dean knows the International Ski Champion Castiel Novak, aka, Casanova of the Slopes is actually just Cas. Loyal, kind, caring Cas. The same Cas he's absolutely not had a crush on since they were teenagers on the competitive circuit.

He's had two plus decade's practice at hiding his feelings, how difficult can it be to suppress them a little longer.

They just so happen to be in the same ski resort, at the same time for an entire season, so Dean is damn well gonna enjoy having his friend back in his life for a while and not screw it up. The fact that he seems to have the magic touch with the grumpy teenage daughter that Cas is trying so desperately to reconnect with is just an opportunity to ease his friends' troubles while he finds his feet again.

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#supernatural #Destiel #bottom!cas #top!dean #masterpost: 2019/2020 #BCBB

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kayywinchester · 5 years ago

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Let It Out

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: mention of depression, hurt/comfort, fluff, kissing.

Word Count: 1,535

A/N: I’ve been reading a lot of wonderful fics about Dean helping the reader through her demons/plaguing thoughts. However, I haven’t seen a whole lot of stories with the roles reversed. So, here’s this. Also, I wrote it super late at night, so I hope it makes sense. Haha.

Also on AO3

The map room was oddly quiet. Sam was at the end of the table, the soft static of his headphones the only sound that filled the room. Jack was napping in his room, and Cas was off doing his own thing. And Dean, yet again, was nowhere to be found.

Dean had been uncharacteristically reclusive over the last few days. Sure, there were some days where his emotions got the best of him. But, overall, he was usually involved in whatever you were doing.

However, today he hadn’t left his room. No morning coffee, no breakfast, not even a snarky remark towards Sam for being up and ready to take on the world before dawn.

You attempted to shake the worry from your mind, but there was no use. You needed to make sure that Dean was okay. Not only because you had been in love with him for the last three years, or that the brothers were literally the only reason why you were still alive. They were the ones who saved you from that enormous vampire nest and took you in permanently without question. So, you owed it to Dean to figure out what was eating him.

You gently closed your book in front of you and slowly stood from your chair, in hopes of not alerting Sam of your concern. He barely looked up. Phew.

You made your way down the hall towards Dean’s room, only two doors down from yours. Your stomach churned with nerves. You had no idea what you were walking into, whether he was going to be sleeping, crying, or sitting on his bed with his headphones roaring into his ears.

Your knuckles tapped the solid door, then you stepped back, waiting for a reply. Nothing. A small part of you even questioned whether or not he was still in there. Not that he was a master of leaving quietly. He was actually a lot like a bull in a china shop.

Just as you moved to knock again, the door slowly cracked open, revealing two gorgeous emeralds. His lips struggled to offer a hint of a smile before the door opened wider.

“Hey, Y/N,” Dean muttered. His voice was raspy, almost like he’d been crying. And judging by the redness around his eyes, he definitely had been.

“Hey, Deano. Just checking in. I felt like I haven’t seen you at all today.” You tried to keep your tone light and friendly. The last thing you wanted to do was make him more anxious.

He shrugged. “You know I’m not much of a morning person, sweetheart.” You leaned against the doorframe and nodded.

“I know. It’s just—It’s three in the afternoon. I’m accustomed to seeing you marching about the bunker by now.” You studied Dean’s face, which twisted a little at your words.

“Yeah, well, I just don’t feel like bring social today, okay? Sometimes I don’t want to be reminded that other people exist. I just want to be in silence.” Dean tried to close the door, but you smacked your hand against the chilled wood.

“Dean, what’s going on with you? You aren’t your usual self and I’m worried about you.” You pushed the door open again, and Dean didn’t fight you. He simply crossed his arms and listened. “Whatever’s bothering you isn’t going to go away if you shut yourself in here. Trust me.” You took a step forward, crossing the threshold from the hall and entering his room. Dean continued to step back until he leaned against his desk, arms still crossed.

Dean sucked in a deep breath, then let it out slowly though his nose. “I-I don’t really know where to start, sweetheart. There’s a lot going on up here.” He tapped the side of his head. You nodded, offering a smile. He was finally letting that guard down.

You turned toward his bed and took a seat, dangling your feet over the edge. You patted the spot beside you.

“C’mere, Dean.” He did as you said, sitting right beside you. “Why don’t you start by telling me what emotions you’re feeling right now.” Dean ran his hands over his jeans and huffed out a breath.

“I’m angry, and I feel guilty.” There was hesitation in his voice. “I just want to rip all of the drywall off these walls with my bare hands.” Your eyes widened a little, but you remained calm. You knew Dean could have a little bit of a temper, but he was usually good about keeping it at bay.

“What’s making you so angry, Dean? Is it a person?” You turned your hand over, resting it on your thigh, offering to take his. He stared at it for a minute, then slowly slipped his hand into yours. He squeezed you a little before speaking again.

“It’s me. It’s this life. There are so many people we can’t save, and I feel like they die because of us.” Dean grit his teeth as he squeezed your hand harder. “Because of me.” You could tell that he was struggling to contain his frustration.

You rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb. “Dean, it’s not our fault. We can’t help if people die before we get to them, or if we don’t catch whatever it is that’s killing them the first time. This job, this life, it’s all a learning experience. And we learn as we go. How many monsters have we known nothing about while working a job? How many times have we spent days reading the lore before we even know what we’re working with? It happens. It’s all part of the cruel game.” You sighed, trying to get a glimpse of his face. He turned away from you, but you could see a few droplets on his shirt. He was crying.

“Dean, please look at me,” you pleaded as you turned towards him. “You don’t have to be all rough and tumble around me. We’ve known each other for years.” You reached up with your free hand and gently pressed your index finger against his scruffy chin. His head turned with your guidance.

“Y/N,” he whispered as another tear fell. “I-I don’t really know. I know we can’t save them all. But what about the ones we could have saved, but didn’t?” You bit your lip. Where the hell was all of this coming from? He was usually the one who didn’t let anything bother him, and even helped you through the emotions of a rough case. Like you said, he didn’t need to be the tough guy now. But, it was still weird seeing him so vulnerable.

“Dean, you once told me that if you focus of what could have happened, it will eat you alive.” You leaned your face towards his a little, forcing him to look you in the eye. “I suggest you take your own advice.”

Dean nodded, then squeezed your hand again. “I’ll try.” He cleared his throat and quickly tried to wipe away his tears with his hand.

“Dean, it’s okay to cry.” He chuckled through the tears, making your heart pound. You loved to hear him laugh.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled with a residual chuckle. “Super sexy, huh?” You furrowed your brow and chucked.

“What? Dean, if you haven’t noticed, you’re always sexy.” You stared up at him, your gaze following a stray tear as it streaked down his cheek, down his jawline, and off his square jaw. Sexy? He was fucking beautiful.

You didn’t wait for him to babble on. You reached up and smoothed your hand over his cheek, before turning his face towards you.

Your lips collided with his without another word. He stiffened in surprise, but quickly returned the gesture with as much eagerness as you. His arm wrapped around the back of your waist and pulled you onto his lap, helping you straddle him without breaking the kiss.

Dean’s hands gripped your as if his life depended on it, one firmly on your waist while the other cupped the back of your neck. His lips devoured yours, his teeth scraped against your lightly chapped skin. It was all too much and not enough.

But, the moment his tongue slipped between your lips, you instantly melted against him. You had been dreaming of kissing Dean Winchester since the moment you met him. And now that it was happening, you never wanted it to stop.

However, the two of you needed to catch your breath. Dean pulled away slowly, still holding you close. His reddened gaze caught yours as he offered you a contented smile.

“How’re you feeling?” you muttered from your swollen lips. Dean pressed his forehead against yours and huffed.

“A hell of a lot better than I did a few minutes ago,” he whispered. “A hell of a lot better.” He softly nestled his nose against yours.

“You think you’d feel even better if you kissed me again?” you teased. Dean grinned.

“Let’s find out.” He leaned in again, seizing your bottom lip between his teeth. Your lips moved in sync as you desperately attempted to pull each other closer. You held him, encasing him, hoping he felt safer now, happier, loved.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester and reader #dean and reader #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester x reader fluff #dean winchester reader insert #sam winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction

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lightningbugqueen · 4 years ago

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Hey, to all my creators, especially writers, here’s a little uplifting story I wrote. Enjoy.

Lillian fiddled with her hands nervously as she put one foot in front of the other, forcing herself into the lobby. The large, clean building was filled to the brim with young adults and the occasional older person. The room echoed with shrieks of excitement, friends calling out for one another, and people selling their wares. It was like an enormous medieval market, with blacksmiths, cobblers, and jousting knights except for one thing: this place was for the nerds.

Lillian was not one to lie to herself; she was a major nerd. From a young age, comic books and fantasy epics had been her thing, and it never went away with age. Now, at 22 years old, Lillian Bailey was a published fantasy novelist who wore a shirt with the Gallifreyan word for Kryptonite on it and was over the moon to be invited to a comic con. She had been to tons of these conventions and hadn’t felt this nervous since her very first one. However, she supposed, this was her first one in a way. It was her first one coming as an author, rather than a reader.

So, this enormous room chock full of comic book and movie crazed people should have been home. Unfortunately, today was a very special day.

She tugged on her lucky gray sweater and looked around the room again. Seeing no one she knew, and feeling the panic rise up inside of her, Lillian pulled her phone out of her brown messenger bag and called her publisher, Maeve Collins.

“Yeah?” Maeve said on the first ring, her trademark gum snapping in her jaws over the phone.

“I have no clue where I’m supposed to be right now,” Lillian said, her voice speeding up like it always did when she was nervous, “And there are like, five bajillion people here right now when I’d really rather it be five. Or none, now that I think about it.”

“Right uh, where are you?” Maeve asked, and Lillian could hear keyboards clacking on the publisher’s side.

“ I just walked in the entrance, I’m standing inside the door.”

“Ok, look to your… left,” Lillian hummed her agreement, “Now, do you see a door with a yellow sign on it?”

“Yeah,” Lillian caught sight of a flash of yellow and headed that way.

“Ok, that sign should say ‘author entrance.’ Go in there, there’ll some like, techies, or whatever to get to ready for the panel. Just, hang out back there if you want to, but I’m pretty sure you can look around too. Who knows, you might find some fans.”

Lillian scoffed at this. She had told Maeve countless times since she was invited to the con that there wouldn’t be any actual fans of hers here.

She hung up and found the door, where she flashed her ID at the guard who let her slip past him.

Inside was what appeared to be some sort of green room. She didn’t recognize any of the dozen people there, which meant this must be the place for the lesser-known authors. As Maeve had said, some teenagers in mostly black clothing ran up to her and handed her a packet about where she was supposed to be and when. They explained that while she was required to show up in an hour to get ready for the panel, until then she could go anywhere in the building her badge gave her access to. She was not allowed to sign anything until after the panel, although she could take selfies. As if anyone would want to do either of those with her.

Lillian grabbed a coffee to settle her nerves (not the smartest choice) and a muffin. She ate her food and drank her coffee, which only gave her the jitters, before giving in to the urge to move around. Despite her fear of the hordes of fangirls outside, the nervous silence inside the green room and the knowledge that at least she had once been one of the fans urged her back out the door.

People were everywhere. The place was crawling with teenagers especially, and Lillian couldn’t remember when this had felt like fun to her. Sure, she still liked the same stuff, but it was all so overwhelming. She couldn’t see over anyone’s headed, there were stands and crowds everywhere, and it was all so much more hectic than she remembered.

Eventually, she settled on heading over to a stand holding all of the newest comic books, hoping to get the latest Harly Quinn she missed.

Suddenly, Lillian heard the telltale high pitched screeches and “OMG!”s that came with a famous person showing their face. She spun around towards the ruckus, hear braid accidentally slapping her face, and saw three girls pointing right behind her. She searched over her shoulder, but couldn’t see anything but confused faces just like hers. As she continued looking for the supposed celebrity, Lillian felt a tap on her shoulder. It was one of the previously screaming girls, all of whom had come up and crowded behind her.

“Hi, uh, are you Lillian Bailey?” one of the girls asked.

“Um, yeah. How do you know me?” Lillian was very confused, especially considering these girls had been freaking out over a still unidentified celebrity only moments before.

“You wrote ‘Out of the Ashes,’ right?”

“You’ve read my book?” Could these girls be excited over… her?

“OMG, it was you! Didn’t I tell you, Kristy? Yes, I’ve read your book, it’s just my favorite book ever! It’s got adventure, magic, war, and finally some good representation of an LGBTQ character!”

“Holy cow!” Lillian exclaimed. She was overwhelmed, but this time in a good way, “I’m so happy you liked it! That was exactly the way I wanted people to perceive it! Also, you really think it was good? I tried not to make Alex too stereotypical, but also make it accurate.”

“Are you kidding me?” the same girl asked, “It was amazing! I also can’t believe you were so young when you wrote it! Oh, right, uh, manners. I’m Courtney, this is Kristy,” she gestured to the girl on her left, “and that’s Lyla,” she pointed to the girl on the other side of Kristy, “and we’re all super huge fans of yours. We started this book club in our school reading your book, and one of the main reasons we came today is because we heard you were speaking. Wait, is that weird? It feels a little weird to tell you that.” Courtney blushed when she finished, but Lillian was so flattered she barely noticed. And, if there was one thing she knew how to do, it was to fangirl.

“Thank you so much, that means so much to me!” she said, “And no, it’s not weird. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve been in your shoes countless times. Meeting someone who wrote a book that important to you, wow, by the way, is always crazy. It always feels like you really know the author already, because we pour our hearts and souls into our books. Listen, I can’t sign anything right now, but I would love to talk a selfie with you. Maybe I could hold up the book in the picture? I’ve got a copy here.” she pulled her copy, the second one ever made (the first didn’t leave her house) out of her messenger bag.

The girls squealed and nodded their heads. Courtney pulled out her phone and they all crowded around Lillian. Courtney took what must have been a hundred photos before they all thanked her profusely and rushed off, leaving Lillian in their dust.

She found an empty corner of the room and slumped against the wall, putting a hand to her forehead.

People, actual people, liked her writing. Liked it as much as she had liked Harry Potter or the Lord of the Rings. How in the world was that possible? Three years ago she had been Courtney, rushing around with her friends, looking for their favorite writers, but now she was the writer. This had always been her goal, not even to be known, just for people to find something in her writing.

Lillian had always acted like she believed in herself, convinced others that she did, but she never quite thought she would get right here, right now. And she did it. She finally, finally did it. Lillian Bailey, once a teenage girl who loved Doctor Who and The Hobbit, was a published author with people who like her writing. Loved it, actually.

If there was anything more incredible than getting right where she was today, shaking with caffeine and nerves, face flushed and brow sweating, heart beating like the drums of the monsters in her story, Lillian had no clue what it was.

@deano-cas @gender-snatched @queven @themoosegoes-deanicandothis

#writing #story #fic #I wrote this for a class #But it made me smile #and gave me some hope #So I thought I'd share #I hope this makes you smile

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mydramatiiclife · 4 years ago

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Bet

“I’d say God bless you, but I see he already has,” Dean slurs, “you’re fucking gorgeous.”

“Ew, shut up Dean!” Charlie says as she brings a tissue to her nose.

“What? That’s a good line!”

“It really isn’t,” Charlie disagrees. “I’ve heard better.”

Dean mocks her in an overly high-pitched tone. “I guarantee you, it’ll work on anyone in here.”

“You’re delusional, Winchester,” Jo interrupts. “No one here is going to go for that dumb line.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Oh God,” Charlie rolls her eyes. “Can we go one day without you two turning everything into a bet? You still owe Dean money from last time.”

“Only because he cheated!” Jo protested.

“No I didn’t! Stop being bitter and just accept the fact that I’m better than you already,” Dean teases.

“Yeah right. You should have lost then and you’re going to lose now.”

“Highly doubt it. Terms?”

Jo looks at Charlie conspiringly, “You get one shot to use that stupid line on some poor schmuck within the next thirty minutes. If you’re able to get their number I’ll cook you dinner every night for a month. But if you strike out, I get to borrow Baby for the weekend.”

“Fuck no.”

“Don’t be a chicken shit, Dean,” Jo goads.

The thing about Jo is that she’s the little sister Dean never had. They’ve known each other since diapers. She’s one of his best friends and he loves her like family.

She can also get him to do just about anything. Hence why Dean gives into her mocking so easily. And the fact that he loves Jo’s cooking. She wants to eventually open her own restaurant one day, until then Dean’s glad to eat all her food.

The alcohol probably didn’t help, either.

“Fine, deal. I don’t know what I’m worried about anyways, I’m going to win.”

“You two are idiots.” Charle reminds them.

“He’s the idiot. That line can only be used if he catches someone sneezing. He’ll be waiting forever for that and then he’ll still have to get their number,” Jo explains. “I’ll be cruising around town in Baby soon enough.”

Dean laughs, “No way, I’m letting you anywhere near her.”

“We’ll see about that. Remember, you only get one chance.”

After leaving his keys with Charlie, she always acts as the judge for their bets, Dean is sitting at the bar waiting to use his cheesy line on just the right person.

He’s looking around, about to settle for some blonde when dark hair and blue eyes walks through the door and takes a seat a couple of chairs down from Dean.

He turns and throws a wink to Jo. This man is just his type.

Dean hates to admit it but Jo’s right, unless this guy sneezes within the next 20 minutes, the pick up line doesn’t really work.

Another 10 minutes pass and still no sneeze from Blue eyes. Dean’s phone pings with a text from Jo; “Tick-tock, Deano! Maybe you should throw some pepper at him!”

Dean rolls his eyes, his time is running out, Dean needs to take matters into his own hands.

“I’d say God bless you, but I see he already has,” he gives the man his best panty dropping smile.

“I didn’t sneeze and God did not bless me.” The man says. Dean can hear Jo and Charlie snickering from the table.

Dean falters a little bit but pushes forward, “Oh, I could have sworn I heard an achoo coming from your direction.”

“Nope. Just some loser who didn’t land a big client for his firm.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Dean expresses.

“Thanks. I didn’t really like them but my firm-,” He cuts himself off. “Wait, was that supposed to be a pick up line?” The other guy asks as if he’s just now hearing what Dean said.

“Yes, but apparently it didn’t work,” Dean admits bashfully.

The other guy shrugs, “It got my attention so I wouldn’t call it a total fail.”

“Then I’ll count that as a win.”

“Wouldn’t it be more of a win if you got my number or asked me on a date?” The other guy asks.

“You offering?”

“Would it get me out of here?”

“It can.”

“Would it get me a burger and a decent beer?” The other guy asks.

“Not into the hipster beer?”

“Not really no.”

“I know a good spot,” Dean says. “But first, mind if I get your name?”

“Cas.”

“Nice to meet you, Cas. I’m Dean.”

“Hello, Dean.”

They talk for a few minutes before the growling of Cas’ stomach interrupts them, “Did you drive here? The burger place is about five minutes from here, if you wanted to meet me there.”

“I left my car at home and took an Uber here. Figured I’d be ass drunk and wanted to be safe,” Cas says a bit sheepishly.

“No worries, Cas. If you don’t mind getting in the car with a semi-stranger, I don’t mind driving us.”

“I don’t mind. I know more about you than I would an uber driver,” Cas chuckles. “Plus you're hot.”

Dean blushes slightly, “Let me go check in on my friends and grab my keys. I’ll be right back.” Cas nods as Dean makes his way back to the table.

“Strike out?” Jo says as he approaches.

“No. I’m actually taking him out for burgers and beer.” Dean turns to Charlie and holds out his hand for his keys, “You mind taking Jo home?”

“I was going home with her anyway, dufus, we live together.”

“Just checking. See you guys later,” Dean turns to head back to Cas.

“Have fun! Make sure Baby has a full tank when you drop her off Saturday morning,” Jo shouts.

Dean turns around quickly, “Uh, you lost.”

“No you did. The bet was to get his number within 30 minutes. Which you didn’t do. So…”

“Are you serious? I’m about to take him on a date! That’s gotta outweigh getting his number?” Dean looks to Charlie for a judgment call.

“Although I applaud you for getting a date with that lame ass pick up line, terms are terms. And you didn’t meet them. Please drop off Baby early, so me and my lady can enjoy our weekend.”

Dean groans in defeat and turns to make his way back to Cas, “I hate you both.”

“Love you too sweetie!” Jo shouts.

“Everything okay?” Cas asks when he gets close enough.

“Yeah, my friend just reminded me of something I gotta do this weekend,” Dean explains. He holds his hand out for Cas, “ready to eat the best burgers you’ve ever tasted?”

He looks Dean up and down, “More than ready.”

Their date goes amazing and Dean does in fact get Cas’ number at the end of the night. Along with a goodnight kiss.

#Destiel #destiel fic #dean winchester #castiel #dean x castiel #jo harvelle #charlie bradbury #supernatural #spn #27/31

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legolaslovely · 2 years ago

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WEAK I AM WEAK

The Most Epic Safety Video Ever Made #airnzhobbit

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angelsandacceptance · 4 years ago

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Genie of the Lamp

Chase and Harley’s plane touches down on the tarmac in Oahu, Hawaii. After everyone leaves the plane the girls head to their hotel with an ocean view. On the plane Harley had started rereading the Harry Potter series for the thousandth time. Chase, rather, had binge watched horror movies while cross-stitching (and has now made up her mind to never admit how many times she stabs herself).

“This is the nicest place we’ve stayed in a while,” Harley comments when the two enter the hotel room. The room is quaint, but lavish compared to the motels they were used to staying in. This room had high, white walls, a large bathroom, with a jacuzzi tub and shower. Ornate mirrors hang on the walls opposite each bed, with a large flat screen tv in the center.

Chase sighs, running and landing on her back as she jumps onto one of the beds with a laugh. “This place is awesome! Ugh, just what we’ve needed. When’s the last time either of us had an actual vacation?”

“There was that week I decided to visit my family.”

“Yeah, but that was still a while ago. This is also like, real vacation. I mean, look at that view!” Chase points out the large window, spanning most of the far wall, curtains pulled back to display the gorgeous view; they can both see the beach, with the waves lapping at the shore, few people dotting the shoreline as they relax in the sun. Green, lush wildlife grows abundantly all around them. “We don’t see that everyday. Can’t tell you when the last time I was at the beach was.”

“Me either. I can’t wait to be in the ocean again.”

“Same! Let’s change real quick, then we can head down to the water.”

The girls change in their swimsuits, before grabbing towels and running down to the beach. Harley has to chastise Chase, who forgets to put sunscreen on and begins to turn pink within minutes.

After Harley is satisfied with Chase’s cover of sunscreen, which only helps to make her look somehow paler than normal, they race to the water. Chase grabs Harley in a bridal style hold, only to quickly drop her in the surprisingly warm waves. Chase, however, is not thinking clearly when she does this, because Harley’s arms are laced around her neck, dragging her into the water as well. They both surface, spluttering, wiping the water from their eyes. They both shriek and laugh at each other’s reactions as they dive further into the waves, splashing each other.

***

The girls head to a food shack on the beach soaking wet, towels loosely tied around their hips, though not bothering to catch the water dripping from their hair. Chase brushes hers back with her fingers, pushing the accidental pink strands from her face (accidental because the die was purple but didn’t stick). Harley simply ignores her own Auburn-red hair, which drips slightly from her bangs.

A waiter comes by, asking if they are ready to order. Having known what their first meal in Hawaii would be, they both nod excitedly. They each order fish and chips and Chase gets a fruity cocktail.

“God, I love fish.” Harley says, eating a piece.

Chase, taking a bite of her cod, nods enthusiastically. “This is so amazing. Ugh, the boys are missing out.”

“Yeah, too bad Dean’s afraid of flying. If he wasn’t they might’ve come.”

“I don’t know. Sam did say that he didn’t want to go so far. But yeah, Dean probably could have changed his mind. I mean, c’mon dude I’m scared of heights and everything, but you don’t see that stopping me.”

“True, guess he’s just a scaredy cat.”

Chase laughs. “Don’t let him catch you saying that. It might hurt his feelings.”

“Then he’s a sensitive scaredy cat.”

“Another thing to not let him catch you saying.”

“Let him hear it. I’ve caught him saying worse about me.”

“Yeah, he probably wouldn’t say anything he’d just go in the corner and pout.”

“That would be hilarious.”

Chase nods agreeing, taking another bite of her food.

***

The girls got back to their hotel room to find a collective amount of 30 missed calls from Dean and texts from Sam saying he tried to stop him. Harley immediately calls him back and he picks up before the first ring.

“Where the hell were you? I thought the plane went down!” Dean shouts.

“We just went swimming. Chill,” Harley says, trying to calm him down.

“Would it’ve killed you to call... Wait, you went swimming? What are you wearing?”

“Gross!” Chase yells into the phone.

Dean hesitates before defending himself, “Hey, I didn’t mean it like that!”

“You’re Dean, of course you did,” Chase says.

“Maybe I’ll tell you later,” Harley teases.

Chase turns to Harley with wide eyes, mouthing, ‘Oh, we are so talking about that later.’ before turning back to the phone. “Don’t get any funny ideas there, Deano. I can and will kick your ass.”

Dean and Sam both laugh over the phone, Dean having obviously put the girls on speaker.

“Ten bucks on Chase,” Sam comments.

“Hey!” Dean exclaims.

“I’m so not getting involved in this one,” Harley says.

“So no one’s betting on me?”

“Course not, Dean. Why would they?” Chase laughs. The girls can both just imagine the pout on his face. “Look, now you know we aren’t dead, so can we go to enjoy our vacation please?”

“What if I want to talk to you?” Dean asks.

“You literally could have come with us, but noooo. You’re too much of a scaredy cat to.”

“Hey, you’re afraid of heights, Chase,” Dean says in defense.

“Yeah, but you don’t see that stopping me. I promise, we will talk to you later, okay?”

“I want nightly and morning updates!”

“Nightly,” Harley says, trying to compromise.

“And pictures,” Sam says.

“Okay, okay, we promise.” “Good,” Dean says. “I will talk to you two later.”

The girls bid their goodbyes, then hang up, sighing in relief before looking at each other in disbelief. They both burst out laughing, thinking of how Dean is paranoid, but how it is also endearing.

“Morning and night. I mean really? Once a day is more than enough,” Harley mutters.

“Really though. What does he think’s gonna happen?”

“Who knows what goes on in that brain of his.”

“Well obviously what goes on in that brain of his is ideas of you in a swimsuit.”

“Any girl in a swimsuit more like.”

“I dunno about that. He seems very keen on just you. However, I have to ask. ‘Maybe I’ll tell you later’ probably did not help him think about anything else. What was with that comment?” Chase fake shudders. “It was in front of me and everything.”

“I was just teasing him. It’s not like it meant anything,” Harley says plopping down on her bed.

“Right. It meant nothing. Nothing at all. I bet that is definitely the truth,” Chase says, sarcasm dripping heavily from each word. “Because thinking that you would say that and not mean it in any way would be preposterous. Of course I know you were teasing him! My point is you wouldn’t be teasing him without due cause.”

“I really would be though.”

Chase raises an eyebrow. “Mmmhmmm. Sure. Let me just call bullshit real quick.”

“Okay maybe I wanted him to think of me a little, but that’s it.” Harley says defending herself.

“Yeah,” Chase scoffs. “Just ‘A little’.”

***

The girls woke up the next morning, well, Chase woke up. Mainly because Harley didn’t know how to be quiet while she’s getting ready.

Sitting up onto her elbows, Chase checks her phone, groaning at the sight of a steady 7:21 staring back at her. She turns to Harley with a frown and creased brows. “You seriously couldn’t have waited nine more minutes for my alarm to go off?”

“Sorry, Scooby wasn’t cutting it for me anymore,” Harley says as South Nashville Blues plays at full volume in the bathroom and she does her makeup.

Chase, meanwhile, flops backwards onto her bed, simultaneously grabbing a pillow and covering her face. “Wake me up in nine minutes.”

“Six minutes now.”

“Wake me up in six minutes then!” Chase exclaims, her voice muffled by the pillow.

“Fine,” Harley sighs, dragging the word out before asking herself, “Should I even bother doing my hair? It’s just going to get wet. We’ll probably get some photos on land though. Right?”

“I’m curling mine, then I’m not gonna care until after we get back out of the water. After that, I’ll probably just braid it.”

“I can’t stand when my hair’s curly. I think I’m gonna straighten it. Just in case. Hey, did you bring any hairspray? I didn’t pack any.”

“Oh yeah, I did. I wanted to make sure my curls stayed even if it got windy. Why? You don’t need it to straighten your hair.”

“Yeah, but you can use it to waterproof your makeup.”

Chase shoots up in bed. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah. I’ve done it before.”

“Okay, I’ve got to try this! I was just planning on skipping eyeliner, but now I don’t have to.” Chase gets out of bed, silencing her alarm before it could go off, joining Harley in the bathroom.

***

Harley fiddles with the radio before giving up and playing something on her phone.

Chase groans, letting up on the gas. “Why is this car so touchy?” She turns to Harley, gesturing slightly to the speedometer. “This car is so annoying! Jack would never do this to me.”

“It’s because it’s a newer car. That’s why it’s so touchy.”

Chase scoffs. “That doesn’t give it the right.”

“It’s just for a couple of days.”

“The audacity!” Chase exclaims dramatically.

“Calm down, it’s just for a little while.”

Chase sighs, continuing as though Harley hadn’t spoken. “Just like the audacity you have, claiming you don’t like my brother.”

“Hey, we're not in Jack. No talk about me liking Dean.”

Chase rolls her eyes. “Whatever you say.”

“Thank you.”

Sudden realization dawns on Chase. “Wait, you just admitted you liked him!” Chase refrains from screeching-but just barely.

“I didn’t mean I liked him. I just meant you think I like him.”

“Ugh. Okay, okay, fine whatever. Be in denial. What’s our first scene gonna look like for pictures?”

“We could do a shot like the main poster for H2O.”

“Ooo, yes.”

“And then I brought my waterproof camera.”

“Wait, you did bring it? I forgot my polaroid sadly.”

“Yeah, I remembered thankfully.”

“Okay, cool. Now here we are! Surf ‘N’ Shack. Think they sell food? I didn’t eat breakfast.”

“I’m sure they sell food.”

“Good.”

***

The girls smile, looking out at the wake crashing onto the shore. Plenty of beach is in front of them, but there is also rocky cliffs situated to their right. The perfect place to take photos. The girls had their rented silicone mermaid tails and struggled to put them on for longer than they would like to admit.

“That was exhausting.” Harley admits as she finally gets her tail on.

“That was… unpleasant. But the pictures will be well worth it.”

“They better be,” Harley says, flipping herself over so she’s not sitting on her dorsal fin.

Chase struggles to her feet, using the surrounding rocks to help her hop closer to the water. “This is gonna take a while,” she laughs after three hops.

Harley starts crawling across the sand towards the water dragging her tail behind her. Chase laughs at her, before losing balance and falling over.

“It’s easier this way,” Harley chuckles.

“Well, it looks weird. Oh my God! I just realized. It is going to be so much harder to get this off when it’s wet!”

“I don’t know about that.”

“Well, it’ll definitely be more uncomfortable.”

“It’ll be weird for sure. Like shedding your skin.”

“I never asked, wanted, or imagined that mental image until now. So thank you for that.”

“You’re welcome. Wait, we should take the H2O photo before we reach the water.”

Chase gasps. “That’s brilliant!”

“I have my moments.”

“You mean moment, because you’re never not brilliant.”

“Aww! Thanks!”

“Well duh.” Chase scoots closer to the water. “Now, let’s get this done with so we can go swimming!”

Harley takes the photo as her arms are longer. Then they continued to crawl till they reach deep enough water to swim.

***

“I’m beached! I’m a beached whale!” Harley yells as she reaches the shore.

“I’ll save you,” Chase shouts, swimming and then scooting up the shore to Harley. Then, she lays there, tired out. “Shit, now I’m beached.”

The two girls started laughing uncontrollably at their beached state.

“Best vacation ever,” Harley says between laughs.

“I’m just glad that we get to relax and nothing is going wrong.”

“Oh god, did you just jinx it?”

Chase shrugs, peeling her tail back a little at a time. “I doubt it,” she huffs. “Seriously. We are in Hawaii on vacation for Thanksgiving. We deserve a break. I’m sure God, wherever the hell he is, recognizes our efforts, and will grant us some peace.”

“Sure, like he’s been much help before.”

“Well, he will give us peace this week, or he will be punched very, very hard when I meet him.” Chase looks to the sky. “And that’s a promise!”

Harley begins trying to kick out of her monofin before pulling the tail skin down.

Chase shimmies out of hers, kicking her legs slightly, her hands brace on the ground behind her for support. “This is one of the most annoying things I’ve ever had to deal with.” Blowing the hair out of her eyes, she continues, “What’s on the agenda for tomorrow?”

“The spa and that hike to the Kaniakapupu ruins.”

“Oh, yes, a spa. That sounds like heaven.”

“It does, doesn’t it. I wanna get some gel nails so I don’t constantly have to redo them.”

“I want a fucking massage.”

“Honestly. I probably need one. Either that or a chiropractor.”

“Same. Or death.”

“You are not allowed to die on me.”

“No promises,” Chase laughs.

“Fine, but you have to come back.”

“That, I will figure out how to do. There’s no way I’m going to die and miss out on the rest of our adventures together. That, and Dean owes me twenty bucks and pie that he still hasn’t paid up for.”

“What bet was it this time?”

“Like, I don’t remember, a month ago or so, Dean told me I couldn’t eat a whole pie in ten minutes. I bet him twenty bucks and another pie. Guess who won?”

“You.”

“Oh hell yes. Anyway, you wanna get food? I could go for some good Hawaiian bbq right now.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a fun new experience.”

***

Chase puts the phone on speaker as the dial rings exactly one and a half times before Dean picks up the phone. “Chase! Thank God you called. I was about to get upset that you’d break your promise.”

The girls hear Sam sigh over the phone. “We saw those pictures you sent. You two look like you’re having fun.”

“You look hot.” Dean pauses. “Obviously I’m talking to Harley.”

“Wow, Dean. I feel so much better now,” Chase says sarcastically.

“You look nice too, Chase,” Sam amends.

“Thanks, boys. We miss you too,” Harley laughs.

“Of course you do,” Dean says, “No one to cuddle with at night.”

Chase rolls her eyes.

“You flatter yourself,” Harley retorts.

“I do,” Dean responds cheekily. “All the time. But guess what?”

“So do I?” Harley guesses.

“You flatter me too, wait- How’d you know I’d say that?”

“Because you’re predictable?” Chase guesses.

“I’m not predictable,” Dean says feigning hurt.

“I thought you were gonna say I flatter myself actually,” Harley counters.

“Well, see, I’m not predictable.”

“You kinda are, Dean,” Sam says.

“My own brother, betraying me like this.”

“What am I?” Chase asks. “I’m your sister and you’re not as offended? Rude.”

“You’re rude saying I’m predictable.”

“Well, you’re rude because-”

“Guys, really?” Sam asks, sounding tired.

“What?” Chase demands. “He started it.”

“Well, you guys are weird. I’m gonna go wash the sand out of my hair. So, bye, love you guys,” Harley says before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

“Was that an invitation?” Dean asks, thinking Harley is still near the phone.

“Ew, gross, goodbye,” Chase says, hanging up the phone, despite her brother’s protests.

Shaking her head, Chase lays down onto the bed, waiting for her turn in the shower.

***

Today the girls head out to a group tour of the Kaniakapupu Ruins. “When was the last time we went sightseeing?” Harley asks.

“Other than everytime you stare at Dean? Don’t know.”

“I don’t stare at him.”

“Yeah, okay, and I don’t- uh. I don’t. Shit, I totally forgot what I was going to say,” Chase says, turning a light shade of pink. “Anyway, these ruins sure are pretty!”

“Yeah, and so is the land around it. Absolutely stunning.”

“You’re stunning. Quick, go over there and I’ll take your picture!”

Harley goes to stand in front of a fallen archway and Chase takes her picture. “Your turn!” Harley says, stealing the camera.

Chase laughs, shaking her head, but strikes a ridiculous pose nonetheless, a hand on her hip, the other on the back of her head, sticking her tongue out at the camera. “Okay, now we should probably catch up,” Chase says, gesturing to the group a few paces ahead of them.

The rest of the tour went as normal as possible with Chase and Harley around. At least that’s what the girls thought until they overheard their tour guide talking to someone else about how a girl, Megan Brown, didn’t come back from the tour.

“Excuse me, ma’am, are you saying one of the girls disappeared?” Chase asks, interrupting the tour guide, who seemed to be talking to a head officer of some sort. “Is the tour route going to be closed down then?”

The tour guide shakes his head. “No need. It seems every couple months when we do this tour, a couple people wander off and get lost. There haven’t been any signs of animal attacks or kidnappings.”

“And you haven’t thought to handle the situation more thoroughly?”

“Have you even looked into the disappearances?” Harley asks.

“Of course,” the officer says. “But it isn’t anything you two need to be concerned about.”

“It seems that it is,” Chase continues. “If this happens so often, you’d think you would have a better handle on things.”

“As long as you two don’t wander off, you will be fine. You two girls run along and don’t get into any trouble.”

Harley and Chase huff, but listen to the instructions.

***

As Chase and Harley enter the spa, they’re surrounded by three people each. Harley has one man along with one woman, while Chase is surrounded by two women, each of them in their early thirties at the latest.

Chase and Harley give each other a thumbs up as they are led to their own spa stations, close enough to hear, talk to, and make weird faces to each other, in hopes of getting one to laugh.

“I’m Kai,” the man introduces. “And this is Kayla. The two lovely women attending you are Sarah and Halola.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“So where did you two come from?” Kayla asks. “And what are you here on? Honeymoon perhaps?”

Harley shakes her head with a laugh. “No, actually. Just vacation.”

“We just came for the early holidays. We were just at the Kaniakapupu ruins.”

“Oh! That tour. It’s always so...interesting to hear the stories once visitors come back.”

“How so?” Chase asks.

“Well, you see-”

Kayla is cut off by Halola, who says something rushed in what the girls assume is Hawaiian. Turning back to the girls, Halola smiles. “It is nothing. Just petty gossip surrounding people who aren’t smart. We really shouldn’t talk about it or bother you.”

“You mean the disappearances. Well, a girl went missing on the tour before ours. Does that really happen often?”

“Sadly, yes,” Kai says, ignoring the rolled eyes of Halola and Sarah. “But really, what happens to them is just a legend told to tourists by us locals to scare you. Really, I wouldn’t think much about it, at least for the time being. Now is your time to relax.”

“What’s the legend say?” Harley asks.

Kai smiles. “Well, legend is, King Kaniakapupu had an affair with another woman who wasn’t his queen. Driven mad with jealousy and rage, Queen Kanua’pele killed both him and his lover. Distraught over how the queen let the kingdom go after his death, he haunts the ruins, seeking revenge on any person who dares intrude in his home.”

Chase and Harley stare at him, slightly unimpressed.

“Huh. That’s a good story,” Chase says.

“Yes, yes, a story and nothing more. Not even a good story at that.”

Kai shoots Halola a look. “Ah yes, because I’m sure you prefer the older beliefs.” Halola stiffens slightly. She relaxes within a second, however.

“I simply don’t believe in ghost stories and you shouldn’t be telling them to visitors that already are aware of the very real disappearances that occur.”

“It’s alright,” Harley says.

“Yeah, trust me. Not much scares us away,” Chase laughs.

“Even so,” Halola continues. “At least relax and we can finish this process. Next, you’ll be having your massage and then manicures.”

Chase and Harley grin at each other, pushing the story Kai told them aside for the time being. Next, they were getting massages.

***

“So, that was the best thing ever!” Chase exclaims, flopping backwards onto the bed.

“Agreed! Today was awesome! Except for the whole we might have a hunt thing.”

“Uh, no. No, no, and no. I might have allowed myself to be curious, but this is my vacation, and I will not be working on it!”

“Fine, I’ll just go it alone on this one.”

“Yeah, also not happening. I know you can hold your own and everything, but I would rather not have Dean trying to kill me.”

“He won’t try to kill you.”

Chase raises an eyebrow. “Right. I guess he didn’t give you the same pep talk.”

“Seriously, Dean?”

“Yes, seriously! You leave her alone for a moment, I’ll kill you. And you better not be running off on your own either. You are to go, have fun or whatever, and then come back. NO hunts, NO jobs, NO nothing. Capisce?”

Chase rolls her eyes. “Why would either of us need to go off on our own?”

“Because it’s you and her. Somehow, you guys are gonna do something or you’ll say something and boom. You’re separated and she’s in trouble or you are, and then you’ll fix it.”

“So you think we would fix it though?”

“That won’t keep me from killing you if something goes wrong.”

“Of course, blame me!”

“That’s what I plan on.”

“Fine, fine, okay! I’ll be careful. We won’t go off on our own. We’ll keep you posted.”

“Good. Now go have fun. And call me when you land.”

Chase makes a face at him. “Yes, dad.”

“Wait, he said all that?” Harley asks.

“Yep! So now we know who his favorite is. And it isn’t me, his own flesh and blood,” Chase sighs dramatically.

“Wow,” Harley says, so low it barely registers.

“I know, right? It’s like he doesn’t trust us!”

“He really said all that?”

“Yeah. He sure is a buzzkill.”

“So we don’t listen to him. I mean we rarely do anyway.” Chase pauses, thinking for a moment. “You’re right about that. But I still say we don’t get involved unless we have to, okay?”

“Just one last look around the ruins?” Chase glares at Harley before sighing loudly. “Fine, I guess. But we go with a guide and group again. If something happens on that trip, then we can investigate.”

“Deal!”

***

“I told you there wasn’t any reason to be here again,” Chase complains, staring down at the EMF reader.

“Wait, do you smell something?”

“Does bullshit count?”

“No, it smells like metallic-y.”

“Thought you were gonna say sulfur there for a moment. But yeah. Smells like blood,” Chase says, glancing back at the group. She takes a head count, then frowns. “See anyone missing from the group?”

“The chick with the giant sun hat?”

“Yeah, and the tour guide.”

“He didn’t want us looking into the disappearances,” Harley points out.

“Yeah, and now he and another woman are gone. What should we do?”

“We should split up and look for clues.”

“You watch too much Scooby Doo. Honestly, best plan right now is to probably stay with the group and see if the tour guide comes back. What’s his name?”

“Paulo, I think. And yeah you’re right, about both.”

“Of course I am.”

Ten or fifteen minutes later, the girls can’t be sure, Paulo seems to have reappeared from nowhere. He stands with a few others, pointing out carvings in the pillars against the far entrance. However, upon further inspection, the woman who had disappeared along with him is still gone.

“Okay, maybe it’s a good thing we came back,” Chase relents.

“Told you.”

“Oh, don’t pull that card.”

“I’m pulling that card.”

“Rude,” Chase pouts.

“Well, I’m not the nicest person in the world.”

“Fair. To be honest, if you were, we probably wouldn’t get along nearly as much as we do. Speaking of doing, what do we do about Pablo over there.”

“Paulo.”

“Same difference.”

“Find out what he is and gank him,” Harley shrugs.

“Guess that ghost story is just that. A story. Of course, a ghost would have been too easy.”

“I don’t know some are pretty nasty.”

“Yeah, that’s fair. Still, we at least would have known what to do. Now, we don’t have many leads, other than that,” Chase emphasizes ‘that’, nodding her head at Paulo. “We should go back to the hotel and come back here tonight.”

“Agreed.”

***

Harley takes up dialling Dean for the night. “Hey, we’re still alive,” she says as soon as he picks up.

“Good,” Dean says dead serious.

“Let a little laughter in your life. Jeez.”

“I’m good thanks.”

“Buzzkill.”

“I am a joy to be around.”

“Ladies, ladies, you’re both very pretty. Moving along?” Chase says breaking the two up.

“Duh, have you seen me?” Harley jokes.

“I have and I can’t help but like what I see,” Dean flirts.

“Oh shush, I’m not gonna be one of your one night stands.”

“I never said that.”

“It’s what you were thinking.”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea what I think of you.”

“Good things I hope.”

“More than good.”

“Ackomygodthatissoackkkeee,” Chase squeals in a high pitched tone, almost incoherently.

“What was that?” Dean asks.

“That was me puking because you’re disgusting, duh.”

“Yeah, right, okay.”

“I mean it was disgustingly sweet,” Harley says laughing, “I thought you didn’t like chick flick moments.”

“I don’t.”

“Suuuure you don’t. How’s Sam doing? I haven’t heard from him.”

“I’m good, just tired,” The girls could hear Sam say in the background.

Harley rolls her eyes before saying, “We miss you tons.”

“I miss you guys too,” Sam laughs.

“I miss you moreeee,” Chase over exaggerates.

“Yeah, probably,” Sam quips.

“Ouch,” Chase mutters.

“Well I’m gonna let you guys go so Sammy can get some beauty sleep before he kills me,” Dean says.

“He’ll kill you anyway. You’re just that annoying,” Chase says.

“Says you!” Dean fires back.

“Yeah, says me, the least annoying sibling.”

“You are so not the least annoying,” Dean says.

“You’re both annoying. Shut up!” Sam shouts from wherever he is in the room (his voice sounds muffled, as though buried in a pillow).

“Bye Dean, bye Sam!” Harley calls out.

“Can you believe the gall of that man?” Chase exclaims after the phone call ends. “The nerve?”

“I thought it was hilarious,” Harley says.

“Of course you did. You were still distracted about Dean’s previous comment!”

“Which one?”

“You’re actually asking me that? As if you haven’t been replaying that sentence in your head for the past ten minutes? Please. I’m not that dumb.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, sure you don’t.”

“I don’t!”

“Okay, okay, whatever you say.”

***

The two hunters stand in front of the ruins, flashlights illuminating the dirt path in front of them as they stare up at the crumbling walls of the old palace.

“I guess we should sp-”

I swear to God, if you say the words “split up”, I’m going to super glue you to my side.”

“You got a better idea?”

“No,” Chase mutters dejectedly.

“Then yes, we should split up.”

“Fine, but the moment something happens, call me, okay?”

“Duh. I’m not an idiot.”

“Jury’s out on that one. Let’s go.”

“Oh my god, you’re so rude.”

“You’re the one suggesting we split up so, am I wrong?”

“Yes, you are, because we’ll probably be fine.”

“We’ll see.”

***

Chase wanders down yet another corridor, softly humming AC/DC under her breath, a habit she has for when she’s nervous. Flashing her light against the walls turns up nothing, though the sight is pretty.

Suddenly, after about half an hour, something flickers in her peripheral vision. She whirls around quickly, all sound being cut off. Cautiously, she walks over to the doorway she’d seen the movement coming from.

She pokes the flashlight through the doorway first, before following with her head. She looks left. Nothing. She looks right. Also nothing.

Chase sighs, placing a hand to her head, squinting her eyes tightly, as though that could make her headache disappear. Turning on her heel, she walks back into the corridor, only to collide into something hard. She stumbles back, before noticing she’d walked into a wall.

She really shouldn’t walk with her eyes closed.

She growls under her breath, walking through a high arch, leading into a large open space, equally as dusty as the past few rooms. She checks behind the large pillars, hoping to see some evidence of...anything, really. Just as she’s about to leave into another hallway, she spots a flicker of movement again. Turning her light to the center far wall of the room, she sees a large stage-like stone, atop it what looked like human remains of some kind.

“Perfect,” Chase mutters, wandering over. “Just perfect.”

Chase grabs her phone, bringing up the name “Harley Quinn”, pressing the number.

“Yeah? Find something?”

“Yeah. Human remains. You know, body parts, some bones. The usual.”

“Lovely,” Harley mutters.

“Yeah, anyway, I think there’s something still here because I keep seeing movement. I don’t know, I may just be paranoid. But- oh for fuck’s sake.”

“What’s up?”

Chase whips out her gun, firing a couple shots at the figure looming over her, of course, making little headway in keeping it at bay.

“You stupid Aladdin character looking ass,” Chase mutters, dropping her phone after the figure makes a swipe at her. The woman, djinn, grins at her, reaching out a hand.

“Chase? Chase!” She hears Harley’s voice shouting from the other side of the phone call, before her vision turns white.

***

Harley searched the ruins high and low for any sign of Chase before finding her phone on the ground. She pocketed it before surveying the area. She noted the body drained of blood. That and Chase calling the creature an ‘Aladdin character looking ass’ clued her into it being a djinn they were hunting. She headed to the hotel room pocketing a silver knife.

Harley drove to the nearest sheep farm. She picked the locks and found a lamb before calling Sam.

“Hello?” He asked, yawning.

“Hey. Do not put it on speakerphone. Don’t tell Dean it’s me.”

“Dean’s asleep. Why are you calling?”

“Swear none of this leaves this phone call first.”

“I swear. Now, what’s going on?”

“Chase and I were hunting a djinn, but we didn’t know it was a djinn yet so we didn’t have the proper weapons. Basically she got kidnapped by the djinn and now I have to murder a lamb and I’m freakin’ out man.”

“Okay, slow down. Chase got kidnapped?”

“Yeah, please don’t be mad.” “I’m not mad, just worried. Do you need backup?”

“No, I just need to kill this lamb, but like it’s so precious and sweet.”

“Who do you care about more? Chase or the lamb?”

“Chase, but the lamb is really up there.”

“Look, just stab it. You just need the blood. You don’t have to kill it.”

“Right, yeah, I can’t do that.”

“Yes, you can.”

“I still blame myself for all my fish dying after I cleaned their tank when I was in grade school. I still feel guilty about that shit.”

“That’s...okay, um just pretend it’s a werewolf.”

“I have aphantasia, Sam! I literally can’t do that!”

“Okay, then you’re just going to have to do it. Don’t think, just do.”

“Okay?” Harley squeezes her eyes shut blindly bringing the knife down until she hears the bleat of the lamb. She opened her eyes and saw the white of the lambs fluff turn red. The knife was coated in the lamb’s blood. “I did it, oh god, I did it. Fuck, I’m a monster. I mean I’m always a monster, but now I’m even more of a monster.”

“Harley, calm down. You’re not a monster.”

“Yes, I am,” She says, tears building up in her eyes.

Sam sighs, “Just do me a favor and go rescue Chase.”

“Right, yeah, bye. I’ll call you after I rescue her.”

“Alright, bye, Harley.”

***

Chase laughs, pointing mockingly at one of her best friends. Harley sits close by her side, twirling a knife. Setting the camera up to take another picture, Nathaniel flips off the moon.

“Shit, this is not going to come out right. We should’ve picked a different night.”

“Hey, you invited me out, not the other way around,” Chase says.

The horizon is surprisingly easy to make out, considering it’s eleven at night. The full moon illuminates the scenery, a small town in the distance, it’s lights twinkling lazily.

“Can you fix this for me?” Harley asks.

“Sure,” Chase responds, starting to braid Harley’s hair.

“Ah! Got one I actually like,” Nathaniel shouts in victory.

“Hey, we wanna see!” Harley says.

Nathaniel bends down, showing the two girls a photo of them, sitting next to each other, looking out in the distance. You can’t see much detail, but the two are relaxed and enjoying themselves.

---

Chase runs through the house, getting chased by an overly loud man.

“Dean, Dean, stop! It wasn’t me!”

Getting scooped up by her older brother, she dissolves into a fit of laughter, getting tickled in all of the worst places. “Then who was it?” Dean demands playfully.

“Sam, okay, it was Sam!”

Dean lets go of Chase and turns to slowly look at their youngest brother. “It was you!”

Sam looks at Chase. “Snitch.” He takes off down the stairs and all three can distantly hear Bobby yell, “No running in the house, ya idjits!”

Chase watches on, taking deep breaths, laughing slightly still.

---

“I did it, I did it!”

“Um, hello?” Harley asks.

“Okay, fine, we did it.”

“Was that so hard?”

Bobby comes up behind the two girls, hugging them both. “I’m so proud of you two.”

“Stop, Bobby, you’re gonna wrinkle the gown.”

“You’ve already graduated, what does it matter now?” Dean asks, taking yet another picture.

“It’s about the pride,” Sam says. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t understand. I may not have graduated from a fancy college like you three, but I am still the coolest one here.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Dean,” Chase says.

“Yeah, obviously, I’m the coolest one,” Harley adds.

“Okay, okay, I relent. Obviously, I am the coolest one here, other than my smartass fiancee.”

Dean wraps Harley up in a hug, while Sam and Chase roll their eyes, mouthing ‘I told you so’ to themselves.

“Okay, okay, I want one last picture of all of us,” Sam says.

Sam asks a random family to take a picture and they oblige. Sam stands at the very back, his arms around Dean and Bobby’s shoulders, while Harley and Chase stand side by side in the very front. Their smiles are wide, and their hearts content. They wouldn’t trade this life for anything.

***

Harley arrives at the ruins, african dream root in her messenger bag and silver knife in hand. She began searching in the djinn-eral area that Chase disappeared from. She found Chase’s phone before she found her in a cavern by the ruins.

“Chase!” Harley yells as soon as she sees her. She runs up to her friend's limp hanging body, and gently slaps her cheek trying to wake her up. It doesn’t work so instead she gently cuts her friend free and lays her on the cavern floor and takes out her IV. Harley then frees who she assumes is Sunhat Lady. She assumes as she has since lost her hat.

The djinn enters the cave and it takes a moment for Harley to place her heavily tattooed face. “Halola, right?” Harley asks.

“You remembered, I’m surprised.”

“I never forget a pretty face. Too bad I’ll have to kill you.” Harley frowns before lunging at Halola. She dodges and tries to grab Harley’s neck. Harley ducks and drives the silver blade through the djinn’s heart. Halola screams then goes limp.

***

“Chase! Thank god you’re alive!” Harley yells hugging her for dear life.

Chase moves away slightly, very confused.“Look, I know I said I was stressed about the job interview, but it’s nice to know you have so much faith in me. Could you possibly extract your limbs from me now?”

“No you don’t get it. This isn’t your life. We’re hunters. We were in Hawaii hunting a djinn when you got attacked,” Harley says extracting her limbs from Chase, “All this is fake.”

Chase looks at Harley with an increasing degree of bewilderment on her face as Harley continues to talk. “Uh huh, sure. And you and I haven’t been roommates since college, you’re not engaged to my brother, I’m not about to work for the high end firm I’ve been trying for years to get, and Sam isn’t a bad singer.”

“I’m sorry what?! Me and I’m assuming, Dean are engaged? Wow this is a weird world you’ve created.”

“Dean and I.” Chase gives Harley a blank look. “And no. Sam.”

“Me and Sam?! What the actual fuck!”

“Sam and I. And that was sarcasm, dumbass. How much sleep did you get last night?”

“None. Vampire remember.”

“Okay, so no more mixing alcohol and horror movies for you. Got it.” Chase stands up from her seat. “You should probably get some rest. You’re not acting like yourself.”

“I don’t drink. The whole murderous bloodlust thing doesn’t mix well with alcohol. And I am acting like myself, because I african dream rooted into your brain.”

“Okay, so do I have to go along with what I’m assuming is another improv thing or can I ask- what the hell is african dream root and what is going on?”

“Improv? Okay. Well african dream root lets you go into other people’s dream so you can talk to them-”

“Uh huh, sounds fake but continue,” Chase says, waving a hand.

“And you got touched by a djinn while we were on vacation in Hawaii.” Harley says increasingly impatiently.

“Wait, we went to hawaii?” Chase thinks for a moment. “Djinn. Djinn, djinn, why does that ring a bell? Isn’t that like a genie. Like Aladdin?”

**“You stupid Aladdin character looking ass,” Chase mutters, dropping her phone after the figure makes a swipe at her. The woman, djinn, grins at her, reaching out a hand.

“Chase? Chase!” **

Chase lurches forward, a hand on her head, as though suddenly dizzy.

“Yes! Thank god! Yes!”

“What was that?”

“My best bet? You remembered something from your real life.”

“This is my real life,” Chase says forcefully. “My name is Chase Winchester. I am a graduate from Harvard, I volunteer at the library, and you’re my best friend. I’m twenty-eight. I’m going to be your maid of honor. Bobby and Ellen are practically my parents and my two brothers are Sam and Dean. This is real,” Chase says, as though trying to convince herself more than Harley.

“No, it’s not. Travelling across the country in Jack is real. You relentlessly teasing me about the fact that I might like Dean. You totally crushing on Cas, and us saving the world. That’s real.”

“Who’s Cas?”

“An angel and a friend. He gave us pie.”

**“Harley? Chase? Are you two okay?” Cas asks.

Chase nods, whilst Harley can barely breathe enough to answer, just putting a thumbs up. “Yeah, we’re fine. Why do you ask?” Chase asks nonchalantly.

“You were running, screaming, and you’ve got burns on your arm.”

Chase looks down to see that the bleach that had spilled on her earlier had indeed burned her slightly. “Oh this is nothing. Harley got some in her eyes, so I mean. It’s whatever.”

Cas frowns at Chase. He moves one of his hands, both of which were still holding onto Chase’s biceps, and places it over the burns. A second later, they’re gone.

“Oh, thanks. Anyway, you can let go of me now. I’m sure I’m less inclined to fall at the given moment.”

“Oh, right, yes. Of course, I’m sorry,” Cas stutters, stepping back. **

Chase clutches her head with both hands, her vision blurring and refocusing suddenly, leaving a nauseous feeling in her stomach.

“What the hell is going on?!”

“I think you wanted this life so bad you repressed your actual memories and now they’re coming back. But that's just a theory.”

“What?” Chase asks incredulously. “Tell me, if this isn’t real. What is? You?”

“Well, yeah, like I said I african dream rooted myself. Now I’m in your dream world.”

“Convince me then. Go on. Tell me what you know about me.”

“We met when I was twenty and you were twenty-one. We were chasing an orange eyed demon who went by Hank. We started helping each other on hunts. You won Jack, that’s our car, in a poker game a year later and we finally hit the road together and we haven’t looked back since. I also happen to know you have a folder on your computer that’s just pictures of me and Dean sleeping.”

“Wait, you know about that folder?”

“Yes, I know about that folder and it’s all perfectly innocent.”

“How? I hid it behind a folder of lore on poltergeists, which you never read about-” Chase cuts herself off, frowning. “I don’t know where that came from. I don’t have any folders on my computer like that.”

“You do on your real computer.”

“But-but- Keep telling me stuff.”

“We went to visit Sam at Stanford then went to go fight a sphinx. We hunted the demon that killed your mum and dad. You found out I’m half vamp when I got kidnapped by some friendly vampires who were trying to prove a point. We have fought so many monsters together and this one is no different. You gotta believe me.”

Chase, confused and slightly dazed by the rush of images flooding her brain, notices Harley beginning to freak out. “Okay, say I believe you. Then what do I do?”

“Well, um, you have to kill yourself,” Harley says looking away, her voice strained.

Chase blinks. She blinks twice. “Come again?”

“You have to kill yourself.”

“Yeah, let me go take a long walk off a short pier. How am I supposed to kill myself? I haven’t shot a gun since I was twelve! I haven’t held a knife outside the kitchen ever. And I see no rope or high ledges because I'm not crazy!”

“Well, that’s how Dean got out.”

“You got something to help me then?” Chase asks jokingly, only for her eyes to widen as she sees Harley pull a silver knife covered in blood out of her jacket. “Okay, what the fuck?”

“I killed a djinn with it, and stabbed a lamb. So it’s not the cleanest blade ever, but it’ll get the job done.”

“You killed- you stabbed a- of course you did. Hand it over.”

Harley hands the knife over.

“Okay, Harley. I’m going to go through this logically. If you’re messing with me, you wouldn’t give me an actual knife. This is fake or you’ll somehow stop me and it’ll be fine. Or, if I’m dreaming, I’ll wake up because your brain can’t process dying so you wake up when you die in dreams.

“Or, or somehow. In some fucked up way, you’re telling the truth. Tell me. What is it worth to go back?”

“For starters you’ll die if you stay in here. And also none of the people here are real. None of this is real. Cas isn’t here. Trust me you wanna wake up.”

Chase pauses for a moment, fear reflecting in her eyes. Screwing her eyes shut, her face scrunched in concentration, she pulls the knife towards her, a stinging sensation rushing through her abdomen before she feels nothing.

***

Chase opens her eyes to see Harley hovering over her, worry etched onto her features.

“Man, no need to look so worried. When have I ever turned down the offer to kill myself?” Chase jokes. Harley cracks a smile, shaking her head. “I know, I know, that was awful. Can we get going though? If we don’t call Dean in the next half hour, he’ll freak.”

“It’s kinda almost morning.”

“Wait, already? Shit. I’m still so tired,” Chase says, sitting up. She winces. “And sore.”

“It’s fine we’ll just say we had an early night. Let's get to the hotel and you can rest up.” Harley says as she shoots Sam a text.

“Wait, did you really kill a lamb successfully without freaking out?”

“No. Let’s just leave it at that.”

Chase sighs. “Figures. Let’s head back.”

***

Harley dialled Dean as Chase slept recuperating from her djinn ordeal. He picked up on the first ring.

“Before you say anything, sorry, we fell asleep early.”

“Bullshit! Y’all never fall asleep early!” Dean yells. Harley has to hold the phone away from her ear.

“Yeah, well we spent all day hiking, walking, and swimming, so we got a bit exhausted. Sorry. Look I just woke up, Chase is still out. What more do you want from me?”

“I want a lot from you, but right now I want an explanation.”

“You want a lot from me? Like what?”

“I want you screaming my name as I fuck you against the motel table.”

“Dean!” Harley yells. “I told you I don’t mess around like that.”

“I know,” Dean sighs defeated.

***

Chase and Harley sigh heavily, their bags falling off their shoulders as they slump against the wall.

“Remind me again to choose a later time to fly out from wherever we are. I never want to get to an airport that early again,” Chase complains.

Harley nods, grabbing her water bottle. “Where are the boys anyway? Weren’t they supposed to be here?”

“Who knows?” Chase rolls her eyes. “Dean probably got distracted by something. Or maybe they got lost. That’s something they would do.”

“The only place Dean gets lost is in New York,” Harley counters.

“Yeah, but Sam?”

“Yeah, but Dean’s probably driving.”

“Oh, I meant in the airport. God knows, they probably didn’t bother looking at the signs.”

“Probably not,” Harley sighs.

Chase sighs, sliding her back down the wall, settling into a comfortable position. “Tell me when they get here.”

“When,” Harley says as the boys round the corner.

“What?” Chase opens her eyes to see Sam, an annoyed expression gracing his features, and Dean, an uncomfortable one on his. “Of fucking course.”

“Sorry it took so long; we thought we could beeline here, but it’s been a while since we’ve been in an airport,” Sam says, side eyeing Dean.

Dean immediately just hugs Harley, who had opened her arms slightly, indicating she wanted attention. Sam helps Chase off the floor, before grabbing her bags.

Harley and Chase share a knowing look, stifling a laugh that screams, ‘knew it’.

Rolling his eyes, Dean kisses Harley’s forehead, before reaching down and grabbing her luggage.

Walking out of the airport, Dean and Sam pester them with questions about their trip. They, in turn, pester the boys about what they’d been doing in their absence.

“I’m just happy we’re back,” Harley says, getting into the backseat of the Impala.

Chase nods, “Me too.”

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everything-is-by-design · 5 years ago

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Some Kinda Wonderful

Part One. I plan to get at least three chapters out of this series. This was hard to write for emotional reasons but I also enjoyed writing a soft side to Lucifer as it’s never really seen on the show. Although, I’ve seen many fics where he appears kind. It’s almost like we’re desperate to see that side of him. Like it’s some kind of buried treasure. Female reader here. The reader has the power to manipulate an energy called ‘Life-Force’. Another name for this gift is called ‘Asha’ but I’m not sure what language that might be in. There are mentions of sexual assault in this first chapter so if you are sensitive to this subject be warned now. Lots of feels and fluff in this first chapter. Smut to follow. Enjoy kids!

Word Count: 3.7k

Lucifer x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault, so many feels, and a dash of fluff

Reader has a night out with the Winchesters and their ‘friend’. Things get a bit hairy and Lucifer saves you from some thugs and then takes care of you the rest of the night.

You tried to keep a relatively PG lifestyle. Kept your head down and your nose out of trouble. In fact your life was a little too PG. You hadn’t had any action for months. Not even a goodnight kiss and you were in a long term relationship with your vibrator. You walked down the sidewalk towards the bar you were headed to. It was a mild night; you were in leggings and a black tank with a yellow flannel over top. You liked yellow. It was a happy colour. You were on your way to meet the Winchesters. You’d helped them out on a few hunts and you got along with them pretty well. They were in town and called you up and since you lived a pretty introverted life lately, you jumped at the chance to see them.

You arrived at the bar and went inside. You looked around and saw Sam waving to you. As you approached, you noticed that they were not alone. There was someone new with them. Or at least someone you hadn’t met before. Your stomach flipped as you anticipated making a new connection. You weren’t very good at it. Actually, the less you said the better.

“Hey, Y/N, how’ve you been?” Dean asked, getting up to hug you. You stiffened in his arms. His strong, muscular arms. Your heartbeat quickened and you broke the hug early.

“Uh, hey Dean. Sam. And uh?” You gestured to the man who sat across the table from Sam.

Sam shifted awkwardly and ran his hand through his hair. “Y/N, this is—”

“Nick,” The man said, reaching out his hand. You took it briefly and then let go.

“Okay, let’s go with that then,” Dean said, looking to Sam and then back to you. “What’s your poison?”

“Uh, just a beer. Nothing too hoppy. You pick,” You said. Dean nodded and headed for the bar. “Oh, and a shot of Patron silver!”

Dean kept his back to you but gave a thumbs up. Sam smiled, “Hard day?”

You shrugged, “No. I just like tequila.”

“Oh,” Sam laughed. You sat on the barstool, dropping your bag on the floor. Sam nodded to your chest where the top of your anti-possession tattoo poked out of your shirt. “Is that new?”

You looked down and then decided to give him a hard time. Sam was the personification of awkward and honestly, it was fun to tease him. “Eyes front, soldier.”

Sam’s cheeks turned pink and he sputtered, “No, I wasn’t looking there. I mean, I was but I wasn’t looking at your…I was admiring your tattoo.”

You touched his arm, “Cool it, pretty boy. I’m just messing with you.”

Sam sat back into his chair and breathed heavily. You noticed a smirk on Nick’s face.

Dean returned with a waitress who was carrying your beer and eight shots of Patron. Your eyes widened as she placed all the glasses and bottle on the table. She then put a plate of lemons and salt down. You narrowed your eyes at the lemons. Sam and Dean had never seen you drink so they wouldn’t have known that you take your tequila straight. The waitress smiled, letting out a southern drawl, “Alright, darlings, enjoy your drinks.”

You smiled at her, meeting her fire touched amber eyes. You slipped her a fifty, “Thanks, cutie. Why don’t you buy yourself something pretty to match those gorgeous eyes of yours.”

Blush rose in her cheeks as she took the fifty. Dean gaped at you, obviously hoping that he was going to be the one flirting with the waitress. Sam’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates while Nick’s smirk grew to a full blown grin. The waitress nodded at you before turning and walking away. You glanced at her ass as she left and nodded your head in approval. Dean sat down at the table across from you. “Learning new things about you every day, Y/N.”

You ran your hand through your hair as Dean divided up the shots so that each of you had two. You took a sip of your beer while you stared down at the tequila. This was going to be a good night. “Okay so salt, shot, lemon.” Sam said, shaking the salt onto his hand.

Dean followed suit but Nick didn’t. “Ready?” Dean asked as you all held up your shots, Nick looked somewhat bored. “One, two, three.”

Sam and Dean licked their hands and did their shots. You and Nick took it straight. You blinked, adjusting to the intense heat from the alcohol as it spread through your chest. “Ah, that’s good.” You said, keeping your expression steady.

“Woo!” Dean exclaimed, already on his second shot. He then gazed after the waitress lustfully.

“I’ll make you a bet,” You piped up. Dean looked back at you. He cocked an eyebrow in question of your statement. “Whoever gets her number at the end of the night gets a hundred bucks.”

“She’s a person, you know,” Sam said.

You flicked your gaze to Sam, “C’mon Sammy, you’re telling me you wouldn’t want to wear her thighs as earmuffs?”

Sam considered it, gawking at the waitress. Nick was watching you now. You met his eyes briefly and felt the intensity of his stare. Dean held up his beer, “I’m liking you more and more, Y/N.”

You clinked your beer bottle with his and took a sip. Sam got up and went to the bathroom and Dean went to the bar to talk up the waitress. You sat quietly beside Nick, your heart beating faster by the second. He was quite attractive. He looked strong with broad shoulders and firm arms. He had dirty blonde hair and icy blue eyes. You imagined him holding your hands above your head…

You shook your head to rid your brain of the thought of him. You needed to break the silence. “So, were you on a hunt with them?”

Nick kept spinning his remaining shot in between his fingers. He smiled at you, “They were desperate.”

“What was it?” You asked, taking a few sips of your beer.

“Jorogumo,” Nick said, keeping eye contact with you. When you stared blankly at him, he clued in and gave you some more information. “A woman that turns into a giant spider. She likes to eat men. Sam got captured. We needed to go fetch him.”

“Ew,” You grimaced at the mention of an enormous spider. You scratched at your tattoo, it was still a little fresh.

Nick noticed, “Do you hunt?”

“Oh, uh, no. It’s not my thing,” You said. Truth be told you were trying to stay off the Winchesters’ radar. For someone with your powers, it would look too suspicious if you could easily take out any opposing team from just one touch. You drummed your fingers on the table, catching your eye was a semi dead plant across the bar. You didn’t notice that Nick had followed your gaze. You blinked and exhaled in the direction of the plant and it slowly came back to life. You cleared your throat and looked away from the plant and back to Nick who was scanning you.

“Do they know?” Nick asked, you could hear the curiosity rise in his voice. He raised his finger to interrupt before you could answer, “And I’m not talking about your lack of interest regarding their little hunting trips.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You said as your breathing quickened.

He chuckled, “I’ll take that as a no.”

A deep anxiety rose in the pit of your stomach. How did he know?

“What, you thought I wouldn’t catch on from that trick you did with the plant?” Nick leaned closer to you. “You’re an Asha, aren’t you?”

You swallowed, “Yes.”

“Fascinating. I haven’t seen your kind for eons. Surprised there’s even some of you left.” Nick’s proximity brought you great distress.

“Are you going to tell them?” Your voice shook with the question.

“What fun would that be?” Nick smirked. The opening of the bar’s front door jarred you out of your pending panic attack. You jumped as you watched three men enter the bar. Their shirts were plastered with ‘666’ and inverted pentacles.

You scoffed at them, “Ave Satanas.”

Nick glanced at them and then to you. “What?”

You nodded in their direction, “They put on a big show but they’d shit their pants if the devil actually showed up.”

Nick looked over you with what appeared to be approval. “And you wouldn’t?”

You shrugged, “I’d be pretty weirded out if I saw a goat out in the street but the devil is supposed to be pretty. Honestly, I think I’d ask him for his autograph.”

He looked genuinely curious and never broke eye contact. “Big fan?”

“He stood up for what he believed in, even though he ended up hurt in the end. That’s a really hard thing to do, for anyone. Plus, he’s all about self indulgence and the whole, ‘don’t stand for anybody’s bullshit’. I think he’s vastly misunderstood. People just want someone to blame.”

His eyes glowed with what looked like appreciation. “So, you’re a Satanist then?”

“I’m not into religion but I respect the concept,” You said. Sam and Dean came back from the bathroom and the bar. You excused yourself so you could go to the ladies room, passing by the posers on your way. Nick stared after you, shifting in his seat, almost like he wanted to follow.

“Are you playing nice?” Dean asked Lucifer as he sat down. Lucifer took his remaining shot and glared at Dean.

“You trusted me enough to be alone with her for fifteen minutes. That’s progress, Deano.” Lucifer said, holding up his empty glass to the hunter.

“Look, she’s just a normal human. She’s nothing interesting so just leave her be.” Sam said.

“Do you have a thing for her, Sammy?” Lucifer asked.

“No, I just don’t think she’d be interested in the devil,” He said the last part in a hushed voice. “And don’t call me that.”

“Don’t judge a book by its cover, boys,” Lucifer said, giving them a hardy smile. Lucifer glanced towards the bathroom where you’d walked off to. His stomach churned. He wanted to know more about you. Sure, he was interested when he found out you were an Asha, but you’d caught him off guard. You said something kind about him. Not something he was used to hearing from strangers. He wanted more. He wanted you.

The bathrooms were held in a dark hallway away from the loud hustle of the bar. You looked into the mirror as you fixed your hair. You straightened your shirt and then left. You bumped into one of the devil worshipers on your way out. You apologized for not looking where you were going and tried to walk past him. He grabbed onto your upper arm, pushing you back against the wall, “What do you know about the devil, hm?”

Your eyes widened as you weren’t expecting him to have heard that conversation. He was big, big enough to overpower you. “Look, I’m with two guys who will literally kick your ass—”

He grabbed you, hand over your mouth and dragged you out through the fire exit. He threw you into the wall of the adjacent building. Your back hit the bricks with a hard thud and you choked on your breath, gasping for air. The door opened and his friends joined him, knives out. You tried to bolt but the other two caught you, wrenching your flannel down as they grabbed onto your arms to steady you. The main guy pulled down your shirt to reveal your tattoo, “I like a girl with ink.”

He pulled at your shirt and you took that moment to shout. You didn’t get much out before one of their hands clamped down over your mouth. Tears dripped from your eyes as you struggled against their grip. “I get her ass.” The one to your right said.

The one on the left laughed, “As long as I get her mouth.”

You were terrified, desperately wishing Sam and Dean were there. “Why don’t I show you what the devil really looks like?”

In a flash, Nick had the big one by the throat, lifting him off the ground. You watched him in disbelief. What was he? Nick’s eyes flashed red as he choked the big one, squeezing so hard that his fingers began to draw blood. “I can tell you right now that Satan doesn’t give a shit about people like you.”

With a gruesome crack, Nick broke the big one’s neck, sending his limp body crumbling to the ground. He walked towards you and the other two. They tensed up.

“Release her, now.” Nick growled. When they didn’t move out of fear, Nick struck a deal with them. “Do it and I’ll spare you.”

They immediately threw you to the ground where you landed on your hip. You winced at the pain that the uneven pavement left on your side. The two men ran but didn’t get far. With a flutter of wings, Nick appeared in front of them, plunging his hands into their chests and ripping out their hearts. Their bodies slumped to the ground, lifeless. Nick wiped his hands on one of their shirts and walked back over to you.

“Wha-What are you?” You asked in a shaky voice.

Suddenly the door burst open. Sam and Dean had their guns pointed at Nick who was kneeling in front of you. “Lucifer, what the hell did you do to her?!” Dean snarled.

You looked back at ‘Nick’, “What’s he talking about?”

“Yeah, it turns out that I am the devil,” Lucifer mumbled to you under his breath.

“What happened to them?” Sam demanded, pointing his gun at the bodies.

Lucifer looked angry, “The world is a better place without them.”

“Get away from her,” Dean growled, moving closer to you.

Lucifer did not move. You raised your hand, “No, Dean. He saved me.”

The boys looked shocked. Lucifer offered you his hand, which you took and he helped you stand. You picked up and shrugged your flannel back on. “Are you hurt?” Lucifer asked.

“No, just shaken up a bit,” You said, shame creeping up on you. “I want to go home.”

You walked past them.

Dean reached out a hand to stop you but you rounded on him. “Don’t touch me.”

Dean held his hand up and let you pass. You walked back into the bar and grabbed your bag off the floor. You took your remaining shot, slammed the glass down onto the table, and wiped your mouth. You pushed the door open and walked out. You picked up your pace and within moments, you were running, tears whipping by you as you moved. You arrived at your apartment building in a few minutes. You fumbled for your fob inside your purse. Eventually retrieving it and letting yourself into the building. You got onto the elevator and hit the button for the penthouse. The loud whirring of the lift made you feel uncomfortable and you held your breath until you got to your floor.

You walked down the long hallway as it stretched out before you, reaching your unit in a few seconds. You unlocked the door and walked inside, turning on the light closest to you. You slid down the door and couldn’t help but weep into your hands. After ten minutes on the floor, you heard three sharp raps at the door, the sound making you jump. You slowly stood up and looked out of your peephole. It was Lucifer.

You opened the door, not bothering to wipe the tears from your eyes. There was no strength in your voice when you spoke and all that came out was a barely audible whisper. “Hi.”

He walked forward and you backed up as he entered your apartment. He shut the door behind him. When he locked it you began to hyperventilate. You backed up into the wall and started to cry again. Lucifer held up his hands, “Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“O-Okay,” You stuttered through your tears. You held onto your arm where the men had been holding you.

“Does that hurt?” He asked, nodding to your arm, his voice tender and gentle. You nodded. He reached his hand out but you flinched away. He took a breath, wanting to show you that he wasn’t a threat. “I’m an angel. I can heal you.”

“I can heal myself,” You said, as you squeezed your arm. After a few moments you felt a wave of exasperation hit you. “It’s not working.”

“You’re in shock. Let me help you,” Lucifer pleaded with you. Silent tears flowed endlessly down your cheeks. After a moment, you agreed. Lucifer placed two fingers to your forehead and in an instant, the pain had vanished. He was standing close to you and strangely enough, you didn’t feel claustrophobic with his proximity.

“T-Thank you, for before. I don’t know what would have…” You trailed away, staring at the door behind Lucifer. You looked down the hallway to the bathroom and walked towards it, stopping at the open door. Lucifer stood behind you. “I need a bath.”

Lucifer snapped his fingers and the tub was filled with water.

“I want it scalding,” You murmured. Another snap and steam began to rise from the waters’ surface. You didn’t hesitate, walking to the rather large clawfoot tub and entering it with your clothes on. The water burned your skin through the fabric as you sunk down into the water. You held onto the edges of the tub and stared ahead.

Lucifer walked in and sat on the closed lid of the toilet across from you. Your skin was turning red which worried him. “I can cool it down if you want.”

You looked at him with a pained expression. “This isn’t my first rodeo.”

Rage welled up inside Lucifer’s chest as he imagined whatever horrendous, violating, situation you’d been through in the past. He wracked your mind for information and found the man responsible. Lucifer made a note to rip his throat out later.

Your voice snapped him out of his building anger. “Your eyes are red.”

Lucifer blinked as his irises returned to their normal blue. “They do that.”

“Why?” You asked, curious and also desperate to talk about anything else.

Lucifer shrugged with a small grin, “It happens when I’m upset or when I’m trying to strike fear into the hearts of men.”

“Am I supposed to be afraid of you?” You asked, wincing at the burning heat of the water.

Lucifer threaded his fingers together and twiddled his thumbs. “Are you?”

“No,” You said honestly. Lucifer was glad that you weren’t afraid of him. He wanted to sit in that bath with you and hold you until you felt safe again. He didn’t know what was coming over him. He’d never felt this way about anyone before. And he barely knew you. Which is what made his behaviour even more bizarre. His mind reeled at the thought of spending more time with you. “So, you’re upset then.”

“I’m fine,” Lucifer said, trying his best to reassure you. You nodded, accepting his answer and not pushing it further.

Your eyes were pink from crying and more tears kept flowing down your cheeks. Your breathing was shaky and fast. You bowed your head, “I can extract someone’s life-force. I can physically drag it out of their body and end their life. I can bend spiritual energy and project blasts that can attack people. And for the life of me, I couldn’t protect myself. I did nothing. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t move.”

Lucifer didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t good at this. He was good at killing people and he’d done that. He walked over to the tub and squatted beside it. He gently lifted your chin with his finger so that you were looking at him. “You don’t have to explain yourself to anyone. Shit happens and sometimes you can’t control your reaction.”

Lucifer felt rather victorious when a small smile pulled at your lips. The angel leaned forwards and placed a kiss on your forehead. Almost immediately, he felt shock run through his body. Why did I do that? He thought, scared that he’d gone too far and spooked you.

Something about him made you feel comfortable and safe. His kiss made your heart flutter and you’d leaned into it willingly. You felt an unusual surge and couldn’t control your next words. “You know, if tonight had gone well I would have liked to have actually kissed you.”

Lucifer couldn’t stifle the blush that rose in his cheeks. He wanted to avert his gaze, feeling oddly bashful, but he kept it steady with yours. He smiled, “Another time.”

You nodded, “That would be nice.”

Lucifer put his hand in the water and frowned. “Okay, that’s enough. It’s way too hot for you to be sitting in here still. You’re going to get burns.”

He pulled the plug and water drained out. He helped you up and out of the tub and wrapped a towel around you. He drew you in close to his chest to keep you warm and he began to rub your back. You’re safe with me. He thought. I won’t let anyone hurt you.

“Do you have a change of clothes?” Lucifer asked you.

“Uh, yeah, in my bedroom down the hall,” He released you and went to find them. You held onto the towel for dear life, your anxiety skyrocketing without the presence of the angel. Lucifer returned with a pair of yellow fleece pyjama pants and a white long sleeved sleeping shirt. He put them on the counter and slipped out of the bathroom. You panicked when he left. “Where are you going?”

Lucifer reappeared, “I’m just waiting out here. I figured you might want to change alone.”

You nodded, agreeing with him. You shut the door and began to undress. Lucifer slid down the wall and sat on the floor. He sighed, wanting to undress you but knowing it wasn’t right. He didn’t want to push you and he wanted you to want him as much as he wanted you. The door opened and you emerged, clad in cozy clothes. Lucifer stood and scooped you up. He carried you to your room where the covers had already been pulled back. He tucked you in and went around to sit on the other side of the bed.

“Stay with me, please,” You murmured before drifting off to sleep.

Lucifer kissed your forehead once more. “I’ll stay as long as you need.”

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doof-doofblog · 4 years ago

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EastEnders Iconic Episodes:- Shirley Confesses

Tuesday 11th August 2020

Good evening folks! Hope you have all had a good week! It's been another busy week for myself working and sorting things out for future possibilities! But enough about that, i'm back tonight with the follow up of the recent iconic episode. This episode I believe is the one where Shirley reveals to Mick that Dean is in actual fact, his brother! This episode was originally aired 26th December 2014! Oooo it looks as if the Carters were at centre stage during the Christmas episodes! Let's jump straight into it!

Okay, the episodes seems to start right in the heat of it all, I'm not 100% certain if Dean has already raped Linda? Was this the episode everything came out in the open? Was Mick out for revenge and Shirley couldn't let one son destroy the other? Mick is standing above Dean and Shirley is in tears as she says "He's your brother ... and I'm your Mum!" ... this was the first Mick had any idea about Shirley being his mother, all his life he had believed she was actually his sister! Understandably this was a huge shock to the Carter family ... it seems only those who knew were Sylvie and Aunt Babe!

Ooooo remembering Aunt Babe gives me the chills! Do you guys remember how twisted and cruel she was? I'm sure she was a perfect villain during her time on the Square! And oh yes ... Stan and Sylvie, another two characters who sadly passed away on this soap! It's sad how many of the Carter family have left the soap, originally Shirley was the only one until the writers decided to bring in a family for her, she firstly had her son Deano (now known as Dean) and her daughter, Carly. Eventually they both left the square and in time along came Mick, Linda and their 3 children Lee, Nancy and Johnny, and of course Tina! Shirley has had many gripping story-lines but I think this one has to top them all, it was such a big reveal and I think everyone didn't expect it! Shirley reveals to the family that Mick's biological father is Buster, who just so happens to be Dean's father also. Poor Shirley tells everyone the story, she was pregnant at 14, a terrified teenager who was told to keep her pregnancy a secret. How much she wanted to tell Mick everyday that she was in actual fact his Mum. Mick can't seem to believe what he's hearing, he simply says to her "I'm not your boy! - That thing is not my brother, and if he is, it changes nothing!"

Mick leaves the pub to escape the situation while Linda follows. The rest of the family are reeling from Shirley's confession, Stan recalls that it was when Sylvie and Babe took Shirley to a caravan, it was only meant to be for a week but they ended up staying longer, he can't believe himself that Sylvie and Babe made him believe that Mick was actually his! It's awful how many lives have been torn by this deep secret not just Mick's but Shirley's, Dean's and Stan's has all been a lie! I think this was the moment when the viewers came to really hate Babe, as she (if i'm not mistaken) was the one who thought of the plan in the first place, when Sylvie states she did what she had to do, Babe is throwing all sorts of insults at Stan - saying how he'd never realised they were gone in the first place and also throwing a dig in about how desperate he was to have a son.

Linda joins Shirley outside, I guess as a Mother, she sympathies with Shirley, but then Shirley decides to throw it back in her face and says she blames Linda and say to Mick that everything was a mistake and none of it would've happened. She demands Shirley to collect her things and leave. She goes back inside the Vic and heads upstairs, Nancy then whispers to Lee that she can't understand why her Dad would want to rip into Dean, and Lee replies "He obviously did something to deserve it!" ... are the kids not yet aware of what Dean has done to their Mum? Has that secret not been revealed yet?!

Meanwhile on other parts of the Square, Kat and Alfie are over at Stacey's having Christmas dinner with Tommy and Lily. Does anyone remember what is going on between Kat and Alfie during this time? There is quite a bit of tension between them at the dinner table. Where they not together at this point? Suddenly, the doorbell rings and Stacey goes to answer, it's revealed to be Linda wanting to speak to Stacey. She's actually looking for Mick but Stacey questions why Mick would be round at her house on Christmas Day, for then Linda to admit to Stacey that Mick knows about the rape. The scene then changes to Nick, Charlie and Ronnie all in Dot's kitchen ... what was the reason behind them wanting to get rid of Nick? They hand him an envelope full of cash before Dot enters the room, Nick then says that it's time for him to leave, which leaves poor Dot feeling crushed that her son has to leave so quickly on Christmas Day. I love that during Linda's ordeal, she befriended Stacey and she can completely understand how Linda is feeling, as it also happened to her. All the emotions Linda is going through, Stacey went through the exact same thing. It seems that talking to Stacey helped Linda immensely. Linda explains that Dean seems to think that it was consensual, and Stacey also explains that Dean is actually lying to himself. Linda shouldn't have to worry about Dean anymore and just focus on herself and Mick. Rape is always such a difficult subject to portray as there are so many ways it can go, and by that I mean ... the person who did the attack may or may never get caught. The one who was the victim, is left to feel so small and abused and violated and struggles to come to terms with what has happened to them. I think there have been quite a handful of women who have been raped in EastEnders ... Stacey, Kat, Linda, Little Mo, Ruby, Ronnie to name but a few.

Dean is then seen in Denise's salon cleaning himself up, meanwhile Linda eventually catches up with Mick, she explains that Shirley has always been there for him regardless of the secrets she has kept, she tells him that perhaps in a few months time he'll be able to come to terms with Shirley being his Mum. But Mick states that Shirley hasn't even crossed his mind, the only thing that is going round and round in his head is Dean and what he did to his wife. Linda tries to persuade Mick that she can live with it, and that the only thing that worries and scares her is everyone finding out, especially their kids. As Shirley gets her bags together, Stan stops her and tells her to join him in the kitchen and he asks her if she remembers everything, he starts to reminisce and recalls when they brought baby Mick home, and how so unhappy Shirley looked as she stood by the car in the pouring rain and watched as her baby was brought into the family. I guess Stan also sympathises with Shirley as he too has been lied too, believing Mick was his. He asks as to why she never told him once her mother had left, but Shirley claims that Mick was the one thing that made him happy, how could she ruin that for her Dad? Then, Stan says how much he wishes Sylvie had never done that, Shirley reveals that she didn't want her to go through with it in the first place, then it clicks - to the both of them, Babe!!! Babe was the one behind it all and the cause of such a horrible secret!

Eventually the Vic is then opened up for the locals, Phil, Sharon, Ian and Jane and everyone make their way into the pub. Mick and Linda arrive to see everyone in their boozer, poor Linda looks at Mick with worrying eyes but he plants a kiss on her lips to put her at ease and tells her everything will be okay. Upstairs of the Vic, Stan and Shirley go into the living room where Sylvie, Tina and Babe are sitting. Stan demands Babe to leave! He's disgusted with what she has done to the family, he reveals everything to Tina. I think this is the moment we also see the fact they Babe has been twisting everybody's mind, manipulating them ... even Sylvie. She looks over at Sylvie for backup but she remains silent. Shirley is even looking at Babe with daggers, she remembers how much Babe was behind it all. Babe is acting all innocent claiming that she was the one who kept the family together and that if it wasn't for her, Mick would've been sent to an orphanage.

Mick then makes his return to the Vic, wanting to know why Shirley was still there. This is when Stan pleads to them all to try and talk it through as a family should, I don't think I liked Stan to begin with, but over time and especially during this episode - its as if he was being the rock of the family. The one who was speaking to reason, trying to make Mick understand that Shirley is also a victim in this scenario. Mick might've been given a huge blow as to who his parents are, but Shirley was also the one who had to suffer in silence for years and years. He's even trying to support his daughter, Shirley ... when he says the words to Mick, "That's your Mum standing there!" ... Mick's eyes begin to tear up, okay she's not his sister, but I don't think he loves her any less! Only thing that seems to go wrong then, is for Stan to claim to Mick that he has a brother, that minor fact makes Mick's stomach turn and he basically states he wants nothing to do with Dean! Tina begs Mick to explain what it is that Dean has done wrong so they can sort it as a family .... Oh yes, and even Shirley claims to Mick that Linda was lying ... during this heated discussion Linda is making her way up the stairs and she hears everything that is being said as she hides behind the door, then - clear as day, Mick shouts at Shirley "Your son raped her! Your son raped my wife!" - after promising he wouldn't tell the family, Linda listens and looks in horror as the secret she has kept has been revealed to other members of the family.

Mick then realises he's made a huge mistake by blurting it out to the family. He demands that Tina and Stan keep the information to themselves and don't treat Linda any differently. Meanwhile Dean goes knocking on Stacey's door asking for shelter as he has nowhere to go. It's interesting as they were once friends, years and years ago. Stacey would not want anything to do with him now, now she knows about him attacking Linda! Shirley then decides to leave the Vic quietly, without causing a scene. She bumps into Dean and they both hug in floods of tears, Dean is in despair asking his Mum what to do. Mick then finds out from Lee that Linda had been upstairs during the conversation he had with the other members of the family, it becomes clear to him that she possibly could've heard him reveal her secret, after promising to keep it to himself. He calls for her and goes in the bedroom only to find her ring on the dressing table. Where had she gone? Is her now panicking that he could've lost his wife after obeying her trust? He then makes his way downstairs and demands everyone to leave, pushing everyone out of the pub and throwing the Queen Victoria bust over the bar. He's clearly in deep distress and anger that he can't control his actions ... reeling over Dean, the news about Shirley being his mother and now Linda disappearing. He smashes everything to pieces, even throwing a stool and punching a piece of glass on the wall. Poor Lee looks on in shock as he too has no idea what has caused his Dad to lash out in such a way. Dean and Shirley watch as people flee from the Vic, Linda is then seen walking away with a suitcase in hand! Is she leaving the Square? Is she leaving Mick for good? At that point in time - we didn't know! Mick slumps onto the floor as his family watch, he holds his wife's ring in his bloodied hands.

This episode was a big Boxing Day aftermath of Shirley's reveal from the day before. Luckily Linda did return and Dean got his comeuppance. Mick accepted the fact that Shirley was his Mum and over time he understood what she went through as a young teenager and eventually it all got turned round on Babe! They blamed her for everything and eventually removed her from the family. I remember now, for a long period of time, Shirley believed Dean. She was backing Dean's story, it's true that Shirley and Linda had never seen eye-to-eye from the beginning, but I think this was the time when Shirley and Linda fell out the most. Shirley couldn't believe what Linda had said ... Shirley could not and would not believe that her son was a rapist. This did last for quite a while, a couple of months maybe? Eventually Shirley did come to realise that Mick and Linda had been telling the truth and Dean eventually paid for his crimes after getting away with it for so long! During their time on the Square, the Carters have become such an iconic family ... they've been through so much since moving to Walford, but something tells me they've got many more story-lines to come! I want to applaud Danny Dyer and Linda Henry in this episode, they were both absolutely brilliant!

I also have some news to share with you this evening, as far as i'm aware the next iconic episode to be aired next week is going to be Pat & Frank's Affair! If I remember rightly, that was the episode in which Peggy reads out Frank's letter to her to everyone in the Vic, Pat and Frank are stood next to her as she reads it out and she lays a slap on each of them! I'm looking forward to re-watching that episode! In other news, it has been revealled that finally our favourite soap has been given a date to when it'll be back on air ... Monday 7th September is when EastEnders will be back on our TV screens! Okay the episodes will only be 20 minutes long, but we will be back to 4 episodes a week! I for one am incredibly excited to see what's in store. A lot of spoilers have been revealed in recent weeks ... Is little Amy Mitchell going to be accused of lying? Is something dark going to be revealed or visited from Denise's past? Will Chantelle's abuse from Gray finally be revealed? And also - the return of Kim Fox!!!! I hope you all have a fantastic weekend! I'll be back next week following the next iconic EastEnders episode! Thank you guys! Look after yourselves! xXx

#eastenders #spoilers #iconic #mickcarter #shirleycarter #lindacarter #deancarter #stancarter #sylviecarter #auntbabe #leecarter #nancycarter #katslater #alfiemoon #staceyslater

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legolaslovely · 2 years ago

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Thessseeee are definitely favorites. The eyes! UGH! 💙💙💙💙💙

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sonofadeanwinchester · 6 years ago

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Now and Again

Summary: After joining the Avengers, you start dating the one and only Bucky Barnes but when you get a call from some old friends, you drop everything to help, including Bucky. (Or so he thinks)

Words: 4183 (kinda got carried away)

Bucky Barnes x Reader; Dean Winchester x Reader; Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Swearing; angsty? ;

A/N: This was requested by an anon, so here you are! Also, I’m really sorry if I didn’t tag you. My list of who is on my tag list got deleted so I’m just going based on my last post. Pls, let me know if you were/are/or wanna be tagged.

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“I’d like to welcome the newest member of the team, (y/n).” I stand there, my hands shoved deep inside of my pockets, switching my weight from foot to foot. “Now”, Cap says, “I know we’ve taken a hit the past couple of times with some of us gone or taking a break, but she’s gonna help a lot. She was personally trained by Natasha for almost 5 years now.”

A snort in the back of the room catches my attention. Who the fuck is laughing? I stand on my tippy toes to see a tall man, with shoulder length black hair and stunning blue eyes, smirking at me and Cap. I could only see from his chest up but he was very large, very thick. He smiled and winked. “Sorry darling, but how do you think being trained by Nat is gonna help this team at all? She was trained since childhood to be a deadly assassin. You’ve only had her for five years.”

I click my tongue, look at Steve and he nods. “Why don’t I show you how five years has paid off?”I take my hands out of my pocket, tie back my hair and walk slowly towards the man. He stands there, arms crossed over his large chest and shakes his head. “Aw. You’re scared to hurt a girl?” He furrows his brow and I hit him suddenly in the chest with my fist, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back, almost landing him on his knees. “I wouldn’t feel too bad about it.”He snorts. Glancing from my face to my feet, he slid a foot behind my kneecap breaking my footing, making me fall to the ground. I lay on my chest, panting and thinking of my next move.

He brings his face down to speak, “I don’t feel bad, darling.”

“Good.” I elbow him in the face, causing him to fall backward. I run over to where he stands, holding his nose, jumping into the air and wrapped my legs around his neck, bringing him to the floor with me. I sit on his neck, his hands pinned behind my back. His face turning a little red, I cock a brow. I feel him pat my ass in surrender. I stand up, allowing him to gasp for air. I reach my hand down, pulling him to his feet. “(Y/N)”

He nods, “Steve’s told me all about you.” He smirks. “I’m Bucky.”

4 YEARS LATER

“Baby where are you going?” Bucky’s sleepy voice startles me as I grab my bag, looking over my shoulder as he sits up. His long hair every which way and his shirtless chest showing proudly his new arm from T’Challa. He sighs, rubbing his stubbled chin. “Hm?”

I walk over to him, sitting beside his blanket covered body. “I’m going to meet my friends. We discussed this yesterday.”

He glanced at the clock. “But it’s not even 5 AM yet.”

I nod. “I know love but they’re early risers.”

He sighs, wrapping his arms around me laying backward, forcing my body on top of his. “How long will you be gone?” I shrug. “You don’t know?” I shake my head, kissing the tip of his nose. “A week?” No reply from me. “Two weeks?” Still nothing. “A month?”

I place my forehead against his chin. “I don’t know baby. They like to travel and I haven’t seen them since I started this gig.” He rolled his eyes. “Listen to me, I’m gonna be fine. I’ve known them since I was a kid. They’re really good guys.”

Bucky froze, his breathing hitched in his throat. “Guys?” I nod.” You never mentioned you were running away with two or more men.”

I laugh. “I didn’t think it was necessary and it’s only two guys.”

He scoffs. “I think it’s pretty necessary that you tell me the gender.”

“Why? You think I’m going to abandon my boyfriend of four years and run away with some guy from my past?”

He shakes his head. “That’s almost the plot of every romantic comedy I’ve seen.”

I kiss his lips quickly. “Babe, trust me.” He nods and kisses me again. “I’ll call you when I get there.”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I love you (y/n).”

“I love you too Buck.”

Sitting inside of a small local diner a few hours away from the Avengers complex, I sip my coffee and read the local newspaper. A man disappeared without a trace in his locked apartment, no sign of a break in or forced entry. Everything was left where it was, according to his close friends. Nothing was taken only the man. A loud roar of an engine startles me, distracting me from reading. I look up just as two tall men walk into the diner, glancing around until they spotted me. The guys walked briskly over to where I was sitting, pulling into two huge bear hugs. “It’s way too long (y/n).” The taller one, Sam, says as he hugs me tightly. “When was the last time I saw you? Like 5 years ago?” I nod and he hugs me again, chuckling. His brother Dean, pushes Sam out of the way, engulfing me into an even bigger bear hug.

Both boys are much much taller than me so their arms wrap around my waist, touching their arms. “Damn girl, it’s been too long. I missed my little short stack.” I punched him playfully. “What? You don’t like that name now?”

“Oh Deano, I never liked that name.” I wink, returning to my chair and flagging the waitress down. She comes over, pouring me more coffee but ends up spilling it on the table as she stares at the men across from me. “You can stop pouring now.”She shoots me a look like she was going to say something sassy but sees the dark brown liquid on the table. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

I wink. “They’re just men, you know. You don’t have to gawk and stare, you could always say hi.” Her face turns a deep shade of scarlet as she nods, cleaning the mess up quickly and turning away.

“Wow, you haven’t changed a bit.” Sam chuckles, glancing at the menu. “It’s been five years and you’re still just as cranky as ever.”

I flip Sam the finger and smirk. “Can’t go through this life without being a little cranky. Too many dark moments to be happy about.”

Dean’s eyes glaze over as he stares at me. “You’ve been hunting?” He points at the paper. I shake my head. “Not really, just been reading. Might’ve found a case though.”

Sam grabs the paper from under my arms. “Huh. This guy goes missing in a locked apartment, no sign of forced entry or a break in. His friends and neighbors say nothing was taken or moved.” He squinted his eyes, bringing the paper closer to his eyes. “There is a symbol on his wall.”

Dean takes the paper, squinting the same as he brings it close to his eyes. “Well, what do ya know Short Stack, you found a case.”

“So how’s everyone doing?” I ask Bucky as I lay on a dingy old bed in some shitty motel the guys found. We got conjoined rooms despite how much I said I didn’t mind sharing a room with them, Sam thought it would be more appropriate this way.

Bucky sighed, I could hear him shuffling around in the background. “Fine.” He cut his answer short, almost as if he was upset with me. “How are you doing?”

“Fine.” I knew I shouldn’t be petty with him or get under his nerves but he should know better that I would never ever cheat on him, let alone with someone who is like a brother to me. He snorted. “Well, goodnight.”

“What?” I sat straight up.

“I said goodnight.”

“Fuck you, James. You do not get to say goodnight while apparently being pissed at me.” I fought angry tears from my eyes.

“I’m not angry.”

“Horseshit.” I was standing now, pacing my room. “Tell me what’s wrong. Now.”

He sighed again and I could picture him sitting on the edge of our shared bed, running a hand through his unmanageable hair. “I just miss you is all. It’s been three weeks and you still don’t know when you’re coming home.”

I leaned against the wall. “I know. I miss you too but what I’m doing here with the guys is important, it helps people.”

“How does being shacked up with two grown ass men help people?” His voice dropped with jealousy. “I know you grew up with them but it bothers me to know that they get to see you every day that I can’t. That they can hug you or talk to you or sing with you when I can’t. I’ve seen the way other men look at you (y/n). I’m not fucking blind. You’re a prize to be won and these guys aren’t any different.”

A prize to be won? Did he really just say that to me? I scoffed, a fit angry tears starting to roll down my cheeks. “You think I’m a prize to be won? Is that what I am to you Buck, just some fucking prize that you get to flaunt around in front of everyone else?”

“No, that’s not what I mea-”

I cut him off quickly. “Don’t bother explaining. I’ll let you know when I’m coming home.” I hit the end button without saying goodbye or that I loved him.

The following day, my mood was shit to say that least. I was short and sarcastic with the boys, rude to our waitresses and just downright bitchy to everyone I came in contact with.

Leaving the diner, Dean pulled the car over, putting into park and got out. I looked at Sam and he shrugged, following suit as he got out after his brother. I opened the door and Dean slammed it. “I need Sam, just a second.”

My eyes filled with tears, first my boyfriend and now my two oldest friends. I watched the boys mouths move, Dean running a hand over his face as he glanced now and then at me then back at Sam. Sam nodded and opened the door for me. Dean sighed, “come on out.”

I stood to my feet, arms crossed along my chest, leaning against the Impala Dean called ‘Baby’. “What?”

He scoffed. “I’ve known you since we were 10 (y/n) and in all those years you only acted this way when David Bernio broke up with you in the 10th grade. So who’s the unlucky bastard?” He cocked a brow as he looked at Sam who stood with a look of pity on his face, his hands deep in his pockets.

I sighed. “You wouldn’t know him,”

Dean smirked. “No shit Sherlock. There is a lot of people in this great country.”

“His name is Bucky.”

He snorted. “Bucky? Like yucky but with a B?” I nodded. “Okay, where did you and Mr yucky with a B meet?”

I forgot that I didn’t tell anyone about me joining the Avengers or my training over the past five years. “You’re not going to believe me.” They both cocked a brow as if to say ‘try me’ and I nodded. Starting from the very beginning when Natasha found me locked up in a jail cell for assaulting a man who was trying to sexually assault a young girl in an alleyway. She took me back to her apartment and cleaned me up, explaining to me who she was and how she found me. She informed that she had been watching me for a few months now and was interested in training me. I laughed at her when she said this as if she was Mr. Miyagi to my Daniel. She let me rest that night on her couch and the following day she took me a training room. For days and weeks on end, she was defeating me. Finally, she brought up how weak I was and how I needed to be stronger to stop the bad men in the world from harming other women. This triggered something in me and from that day forward, I was one of her best students.I cleared my throat.

“So from day one of joining the Avengers, Bucky has been there for me. At first, he was just an asshole who liked to bug me but then on a few missions, we grew closer and realized our feelings weren’t of hate but actually of love. So I’ve been dating him ever since.”

Dean stood with his mouth wide open. Sam was smirking. “So-”

Dean shook his head. “You’re a fucking avenger? Like you run around with the dude in the giant American flag and the huge green guy?” I nodded. “What the fuck?”

Sam smiled, pulling me in for a hug. “Well, (y/n), I’m proud of you. Even if that means you get to run around with Captain America and the Hulk.” Dean looked at him, his face contorted. “What? I keep up with the Avengers. They deal with the things they know about, same as us. They deal with the bad guys and we deal with the bad monsters.”

“Dude, you did not just seriously compare us to the Avengers.” Sam smiled and nodded. “Fine, I get to be the dude with the freaky arrow power.”

“Clint but his code name is Hawkeye.”

“Hm?” Dean turned to me.

“His name is Clint.” I shuffled a little, my gaze dropping to the dirt road. “But his code name is Hawkeye.”

“Why?” Dean laughed.

Sam hit him. “Because he has a remarkable aim. He hardly ever misses his target.” Dean rolled his eyes and Sam laughed. “So, do we get to meet them?”

I shook my head. “Bucky thinks I’m cheating on him with one of you.” The boys glanced at each other then back to me and burst into a fit of laughter. “I know, that’s what I said to him but he has a jealous spree in him.”

Sam came closer to me and kissed the top of my head. “You got nothing to worry about kiddo.”

The hunt seemed to be taking much longer than I had thought it would. We had been talking to the locals, searching high and low through lore and even Dean had given a hand into looking into things; but to no avail. Two more people had died since we arrived in Dallas and it was starting to frustrate the hell out of us. “If only John was here” I mumbled under my breath. I looked up to catch a glance of the boys staring at me, it had only been a few years since their father was sent to hell for good. “Sorry.”

Sam shook his head, his chestnut hair brushing his shoulder. “Dad would be a great help right now, you’re right, don’t apologize.” I smiled tightly and he sighed. “So we got this thing that we know nothing about. Dad’s journal is no use nor is any of the local legends or lore. I’ve searched the web high and low and zilch.” Just then my phone started ringing, I glanced the name but pressed decline. “You’re gonna have to answer him eventually, kid.”

I shook my head. “He doesn’t trust me enough to be with my childhood friends. He doesn’t seem to trust me period. I mean, Dean is good looking but Jesus he is conceited.”

Dean made a face. “What?”

I shrugged. “Listen, just-” The phone started again.

Dean lunged across the couch and grabbed it before I could decline. “(y/n)’s phone.” He spoke in his professional tone. “Ah, you must be Bucky. I’ve heard all about you buddy.” He smirked at me as he paced the room, raising the phone just out of my reach. “Why is she ignoring you? Good question, you should ask her yourself.” He stopped pacing, nodded his head and chuckled. “Oh, that’s right. She isn’t taking your phone calls.”

“Dammit Dean, give me the phone.” I was on my tip toes now trying to reach what was just out of the way. He shook his head. “So listen, I just wanna clear the air and say that my brother and myself have zero intentions of sleeping or even hitting on your girlfriend.” He sat on the arm of the couch and slouched slightly. “That’s right, we’re just good old pals of hers.”

As he sat, I ran for the phone and grabbed it out of his hand. “Ha!” I walked to the other side of the room and took a deep breath. “What do you want Buck?”

I could hear the tremor in his voice and could picture his blue eyes filled with tears. “You’re not sleeping with them?”

I scoffed. “The fact that you even thought I was, at any point is offensive. I told you before that they are just friends from my past, from before you and the team. They needed my help with something so I decided to help.”

He sniffed. “Okay.”

Okay? That’s all you have to say is okay? I sighed. “Goodnight Bucky.”

“No, wait-” He tried to stop me but mid-sentence I pressed end.

“Well, that’s awkward. Quite the winner you got there Short Stack.” Dean chuckled.

“Whatever, let’s just finish this case so I can go back to New York.” I sighed, leaning against the large stack of books on the old worn table.

“So you haven’t seen or heard anything out of the ordinary?” Sam was questioning the lasts victims neighbor.

She shook her head, her grey hair falling out of the tight bun slightly. “I’m sorry Officer but I didn’t. She was such a nice girl; so kind and polite. She brought me baked goods and sweet tea after my James died a few years back. It’s such a shame that someone would want to hurt her.”

Sam nodded his head and thanked the lady for her time. I had gotten lost in my thoughts when she spoke of her late husband James as that was Bucky’s first name. I shook my head as the boys came back to the car where I was leaning against it. “Anything?”

Dean shook his head. “None of the neighbors’ seen or heard anything the night before or on that Catherine went missing. They all swore up and down that she was the best thing since apple pie. But man, something doesn’t feel right.” The words coming out of his mouth just seem to fade away as my thoughts drifted again. I heard a snapping in front of me. “Hello? Earth to (y/n)? What’s going on with you today?

”I cleared my throat and stood straight pulling my blouse down. “Nothing.”

“Mhmm.” He used a tone that made it clear that he didn’t believe me. “I don’t want to alarm anyone but there is a striking man staring at us from across the street. He’s been there for 30 minutes now.”

I turned my head slightly and looked at the fruit stand across the street. Long and behold there stood Bucky, his hand holding a back of what looked like plums and a sad look on his face. “Bucky,” I whispered.

“That gorgeous looking man is Bucky? The guy who-”

“Shut up Dean.” Sam elbowed him. “(y/n) you okay?”

I nodded. “Uh, yeah. Just give me a second, okay?” The boys nodded and I left them to cross the street. “What are you doing here?” I asked Bucky as I approached where he was standing. My tone came out a little harsher than I wanted but I was annoyed that he would be here to check up on me or whatever he was doing. “Surely you’re not just here for the plums.”

He half smiled, his gaze drifting to the road. “You got me.”

“What are you doing here Bucky.” Not a question but a statement. I wanted to know why he thought it was okay to just follow me here. “Better yet, how did you find me?”

He chewed his lip. “We work for the Avengers, we have intel on everyone and where they are.” I shook my head in disbelief that he would use those on me. “I’m not here to fight or yell at you or even to check on you. I’m here to tell you that I believe you.”

“Believe me? You should have never doubted me, Buck. We’ve been together for 4 years, you should’ve known that I would never risk this relationship for anything.” He nodded. “That’s the only reason for the visit?”

Again, he chewed his bottom lip. “I wanted to meet them, the childhood friends of yours. I don’t know what you’re doing to help them but-”

“You don’t wanna know.”

His brow furrowed. “What does that mean?” I shrugged shoving my hands into my suit pant pockets. “And why do you look like a fancy ass lawyer?”

I chuckled. “It’s that you don’t wanna know, it’s more like you won’t believe me if I tell you.”

He laughed. “Babe, I’m 101 years old but I only look to be in my 30s. Nothing would surprise me at this point.”

“Wanna bet?” I smirked. “I’ll bet you $10 that I surprise you with this.”

He reached out a hand, “Deal.”

“So you’re the infamous Bucky?” Dean asked as he sat across from him in a diner later that day. “I’ve heard some stuff about you buddy.”

“Oh? What’s that?” Bucky asked as he took a sip of his coffee.

Dean shrugged. “Well, for one, you don’t trust Short Stack here, which is a mistake might I add. She’s the most faithful and loyal person I have ever met, and that’s saying a lot in my line of work.”

“Short Stack?” He looked at me confused.

I sighed, my cheeks turning slightly pink. “I’ve known Dean and Sam since I was 10 and they’ve always been a head taller than me. So Dean thought it would be funny to remind me every time he speaks about our height difference, hence, Short Stack was born.”

Bucky smiled. “You are little.” I punched him playfully. “Now, can someone explain to me what this line of work is and why all of you are wearing cheap suits?”

Over the next two hours, we sat in that little diner, sipping coffee and telling Bucky about all the things that go bump in the night. As Dean spoke about the very beginning of how his mother had passed away, to Sam’s girlfriend being killed by the same thing, all the way up to today where we were hunting something we couldn’t quite put our fingers on. He took a deep sigh, reached into his back pocket and pulled out a $10 bill. I chuckled. “I told you.” The boys raised a brow. “I bet Bucky earlier that this shit would surprise him, he didn’t think so.”

Sam nodded, sipping his coffee once more. “Yeah, this line of work is weird and it’s hard but it’s what we know and we’re good at it. And (y/n)’s been doing it with us up until she disappeared five years ago and apparently joined the Mighty Avengers.”

I laughed. “We’re not that mighty, just a group of people with extraordinary gifts that we use for the greater good.”

Dean scoffed. “What’s your special gift then?” He looked at Bucky.

Bucky sighed, shoving his sleeve up to reveal his metal arm. Dean almost spit out his drink. “I got some weird stories of my own.”

So twenty minutes later, after Bucky explained everything from joining the army to Steve becoming Captain America and finding him in Zola’s experiment room. All the way to how he was put into cryo-freeze after fighting Tony and the others so that he wouldn’t harm anyone else and waking up in Wakanda. “So here I am with a metal arm and some weird super juice running through my veins.”

Dean looked at the two of us skeptical but inquisitive. “So.” He licked his lips. “You’re dating a 101-year-old man?”

I shrugged, nodding. “I guess so but he has the body of a mid-thirty-year-old man so it’s fine.”

He cleared his throat. “So. You can still like perform as a thirty-year-old?”

Bucky’s face deepens into a shade of red. “If you’re talking about sex, then yes.”

I sat back in the booth, finally content with how my life was going. I was an Avenger, trained by one of the most deadly assassins in the world. The love of my life was back and he wasn’t doubting my faithfulness to him any longer and he was sitting across from my two oldest friends having the strangest of conversations with them. I smiled to myself thinking about how nice it was to be somewhat normal now and again.

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