#and I kept thinking Brian was gonna be a monster. THAT felt like it could’ve gone somewhere

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finally knocked The Monster Project off my watchlist and that was… disappointing?

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Family Remains- Part 3

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,815

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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Since Ted was a heavy man, it took a while to get him out of the wall and out of the house. Leaving him on the lawn, you approached the shed before knocking on it.

“Sammy, Dean, it’s me. Open up.” Something scraped against the ground before the door opened, and you walked in with a solemn look on your face. Closing the door, you faced the family.

“Did you get Danny?” Susan asked.

“No.”

“No? Well, where’s Ted?” Looking at Sam and Dean, they knew by the look on your face what had happened to him.

“He’s outside,” you began.

“Well, why doesn't he come inside?”

“Because I had—I had to carry him out. I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“You're... what does that mean? What does that mean, you're sorry?” Susan asked, not wanting to think of the worst.

“Are you saying that he's dead?” Brian asked.

“No. No, she's not saying that he's dead. You're not saying that, are you?” Susan urged.

“We were in the walls and she attacked. I couldn’t get to him in time,” you whispered. Susan cried out before burying her head in her husband’s chest.

“Uncle Ted is dead?” Kate asked with tears.

“I shouldn't have left him alone. I'm so sorry,” you got tears as you stared at Brian.

“I’ll take care of it,” Dean said before leaving the shed.

“I’ll go with him,” you said as you left to accompany Dean. Taking out Rebecca’s diary, you followed Dean as he took care of Ted’s body.

“This wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes, it was. I was stupid to leave him by himself,” you sighed as you read.

“You didn’t know,” Dean tried again.

“Whatever,” you shook your head. As Dean did the dirty work, you were invested in the diary. The girl wasn’t Rebecca, it was her daughter. She had a daughter but then killed herself because her dad kept calling her vile names, threatening to lock up the baby. Turns out Rebecca’s dad was the daughter’s father which is why he kept her a secret. This child has been locked up her entire life, never seeing the light of day.

“Dean…” you said as you looked up from the book.

“What is it? What did you find?”

“Let’s go get Sam. Alone,” you said just as you went to get the younger brother. To talk in private, you walked into the house where you entered the hole in the wall. As Dean closed the closet, he barricaded it so he knew the girl wouldn’t come through there.

“So, it turns out this girl is Rebecca’s daughter,” you started.

“Rebecca had a kid?” Dean asked.

“It's all she talks about. Being pregnant, being ashamed of being pregnant, things like that.”

“Jeez, rent Juno and get over it. Wait, why kill herself after the baby?”

“Maybe because her dad called her a dirty little whore and said he was gonna lock the baby up.”

“Why would he say that?” Sam asked.

“Fucking pervert is what he was,” you sighed, making Sam and Dean come to the realization.

“Oh, gross,” Dean gagged. “So, the daddy was the baby daddy too?”

“Dude was a monster, Dean.”

“Wow, a story ripped from an Austrian headline. Humans, man. So, she's been locked up her whole life?”

“You saw her eyes. Has she ever seen light? She's barely human,” Sam spoke next.

“Okay, so, what, then, she's been caged up like an animal and she busts out and ganks dear old Dad? Slash Granddad? Can't say I blame her.”

“I'm sure her life was hell, Dean. It doesn't mean she gets a free pass for murder,” you commented.

“Like you know what hell's like,” Dean snapped, but then regretted it a minute later once he saw your face.

“I didn’t…”

“Forget it,” Dean interrupted with a sigh.

“So, where do we find her?” Sam asked.

“Kid’s gotta eat, right?” you asked, suddenly thinking of something from earlier. “He kept her hidden, locked up, but he had to feed her, didn't he? I guess there was a use for that dumbwaiter after all. Grab that crowbar, and someone grab Brian. I’m sure he won’t want to miss this.”

“I’m right here,” he said as he entered the room. “I had to see what was taking you so long.”

“Go, Dean,” you ordered. Dean did as he was told before they followed you into the kitchen. Getting the idea, Dean smashed the area until the whole thing was revealed.

“Could've kept her hidden here for years. Kept her fed, nobody would ever know,” Sam sighed. Shining your flashlight into the hole, Brian started yelling for his kid.

“Watch out, I'm going down,” you stated.

“No. That's my son.”

“I understand that Brian, but I won’t let anything happen to him. You have to trust me, please. Plus, this hole is too small for any of you, I think. I can do it.”

“Listen to her,” Dean agreed, knowing you had magic to back you up. When Brian nodded, you shoved yourself through the hole before using the board to climb down the hole. Landing on the ground, you used your flashlight to lead the way, you came across something familiar on the ground. Getting closer, you saw one of the shotguns from the car. Picking it up, you checked to see if it had ammo, which it did.

Following the trail, you came across Dean’s precious gun before doing the same. Putting that one behind your jeans, you followed the trail until you saw all of your ammo.

“Bitch is a klepto,” you muttered just as you heard the sounds of muffled screams. Quickly following that, you peered into a hole to see Danny tied up.

“Danny, don’t worry, I got you,” you said before using the knife they gave you before you came down here. Cutting his feet ropes, you helped him through the hole, and he removed his gag.

“Your dad's upstairs. Come on. Watch your head, watch your head,” you stated.

“Hurry, he's coming back,” Danny panicked as he walked past you.

“He?” Wait, there was only a she, right?

“Her brother,” Danny stared at you with wide eyes.

“Wait, what?” you panicked, not knowing there were two of them. Suddenly, you heard a yell before the brother slammed into your side, making you drop the flashlight. Grunting, you held the boy’s thin arms to prevent him from scratching at you.

“Danny! Go!” you yelled at him. He did as he was told, escaping with the help of the brothers from above. The brother kept yelling until he used his feet to kick at you. With the help of your magic, you forced the brother away from you which gave you enough time to grab from the gun. As soon as you had it in your hand, he rushed at you, knocking you to the ground.

“Y/N!” Dean yelled from above once he didn’t see you come up.

“Dean!!!” you yelled. Kicking the brother away, you grabbed your flashlight off the ground and pointed it at his face just as he tried to come to you. He moaned at the light in his eyes which kept him away at a safe distance. Looking around, you found the gun and reached for it. Being focused on that, you moved the light away which gave the boy a go to attack you.

At the last moment, you grabbed the gun before pointing it at the brother. Just as he pounced on you, you shot him twice in the chest. He gasped as blood poured out of his mouth, falling to the ground next to you. Dean suddenly decided to join you to aid you, but it was too late. He looked at the boy before looking at your solemn face.

“Brother,” you panted, accepting Dean’s hand. He brought you in his arms, holding you tightly.

“Don’t ever do that to me again,” he whispered as he kissed your head.

“I’m okay, here this is yours,” you said as you handed him your gun. Showing him where all the ammo went, you hauled everything to Sam before escaping back to the kitchen. Leaving the house, you walked down the stairs to see Susan, Kate, and Danny huddled up together, but Brian on the lawn, staring at something. Joining him, you saw the girl lying dead on the grass. It sucked that they had to grow up like that and die, but the deed was done. Now, it was time to get out of here. You needed a shower.

The next morning, you and Dean changed the tires so you could escape. The family was nice enough to let you get a head start before they called the police. Sam was loading the car up with everything that they stole. Dean finished jacking down the car before you both stood up.

“Thanks for the head start,” you said to the parents while the children were hanging on the porch together.

“Why doesn't it surprise me you guys don't like the police?” Brian chuckled.

“It's sort of a mutual-appreciation thing, really,” Sam said. Brian held out his hand for you and you shook it.

“Thank you,” he said.

“You’re welcome.”

“You okay?” Dean asked Susan.

“No, we're the opposite of okay, but we're together. Thank you.”

“Stay safe, okay?” you said before you and the brothers got in the car. Now, it was time to hit the road, and hopefully to a shower.

To take a break from everything, you three decided to have lunch by the war in the middle of nowhere under an overpass. Taking a bite of the burger, you rested your body close to Dean’s. Dean unwrapped his burger before wrapping it back up.

“You okay?” you asked.

“You know, I felt for those sons of bitches back there. Lifelong torture turns you into something like that.”

“You were in hell, Dean. Look, maybe you did what you did there, but you're not them. They were barely human,” you sighed.

“Yeah, you're right. I wasn't like them. I was worse. They were animals, defending territory. Me? I did it for the sheer pleasure.”

“Wait, what?” you and Sam asked in surprise. He never told you that.

“I enjoyed it, Sam, Y/N. They took me off the rack, I tortured souls, and I liked it. All those years, all that pain until finally getting to deal some out yourself. I didn't care who they put in front of me because that pain I felt, it just slipped away. No matter how many people I save, I can't change that. I can't fill this hole. Not ever.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered as you got tears, knowing this whole thing was your fault anyway. It tore you to pieces knowing you were the reason Dean was sent to Hell, why he was in so much pain.

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Desolate Souls and Broken Minds

Chapter 3: Good as Dead

Chapter 2: The Dream

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Side note: The next chapter won’t come out for a little while because I can only write on the weekends (School started up again) But I’ll try to work quick.

Word count: 2130

Summary: Tim is even more stressed now that Cas brought Jessica to the bunker to help out. Despite him not wanting her to stay she objects. Things don’t get better when Jack goes missing only to return with disturbing news.

I go to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. The icy cold water washes over my face as a relieving sense of reality finally hits me. This wasn’t part of the dream. I look at my tired face in the mirror. My eyes now have dark bags beneath them, my unkempt dark brown hair was now stuck to my soaked face. My once clean shaven face with sideburns, now sported a messy beard and mustache. I wash my face once more before heading out to confront Jessica and Castiel. I put on my best “I don’t want to cry, I’m emotionally stable” face and walk out.

“Look, Jessica, you probably have some questions.” she nods in response.

“Where are we, who are all these people, what’s going on?”

“This is the bunker, it’s their home, it’s somewhere in Kansas. I’m not sure where exactly, I was kidnapped.” she looked concerned at the last statement, “This is Castiel, he’s an angel of the lord. There’s three more people, the short one is Jack, he’s a half angel or something, the taller one is Dean, and the tallest one is Same. They hunt monsters, yup, those exist. And, um- the creature that made all our friends go crazy, it’s back and stalking Jack. There’s also two hooded men, and one of them was spying on you. Also I became, not myself, again. Sooo, yeah.”

We all sit in silence for a little while. Jessica was obviously trying to make sense of everything I just said. I’m still trying to figure everything out.

After a little bit, she cautiously says, “Okay? Umm…. Have you taken your medications?” when I nod she says, “Are you sure?” I tell her that I did and swallow a pill in front of her to prove myself. We all sit in silence again.

“Sooo.” I say, “How’re you doing?”

“Fine. Not normal, but fine.”

With an eye roll Cas finally says, “Okay, so you’re caught up now. Are you two are the only ones who’ve encountered the creature?” Jessica bites her lip then looks at me. I lie and say yes.

“Then you need to help us. There is no lore about this thing, I’ve never even heard about it in heaven, and Jack is miserable-”

“He doesn’t know what being miserable is like.” I snap, “I’ll help, but spare me the pitiful details. Take Jessica home, she doesn’t need to get back into this mess.”

I try to regain my calm but Jessica argues with me for a while. We come to the agreement that she gets to stay in the bunker, to support Jack, but she doesn’t get involved with the actual work. Cas takes her back home to pack up then will return so she can temporarily move in. I go back to sleep, well, more like lie on my back while having the covers up to my chin out of paranoia. I don’t get any more rest for the night.

It’s now five thirty in the morning. I get up, change, take my pills, then head to the kitchen. I’m surprised to see that Jessica’s already up, she’s eating french toast covered in syrup and a large glass of milk. I head to the fridge to grab some eggs to make for breakfast.

“Morning.” Jessica calls in a soothing voice, “Got any sleep?”

“Not really. You?”

“No.”

I make scrambled eggs with bacon and a glass of milk. We eat together and catch up. Jessica has a job as a delivery driver for “Ship Cut”, nothing significant has really happened since I left, sleep still doesn’t come easily though. I then tell her most of the major events leading up to now, I left out the dream and the couple times I had a breakdown. No one needs to know those things. I try to lighten the mood but, surprise surprise, I can’t remember any good times we had together. We ended up talking about when our friends were alive.

“I’m not sure if you’ve ever met Brian. H-he was the hooded man.”

“I remember him, shame that I never got to meet him before he became that guy.”

“Yeah, he was a great guy, and the best friend I could ask for.” Neither of us said anything for a moment.

“Shame I didn’t really get to meet any of them before everything went crazy.” I nod in agreement. “What were they like?” I think back to when my life was “normal”.

“Jay was kind, an idiot don’t get me wrong, but he was always so nice to everyone. You were either a friend of Brian or you were his family.” I can feel a smile spread across my face remembering such amazing people, “Even Alex was a good guy, he put so much pride into everything he did.”

We stop the conversation when Dean walks into the room. It’s almost seven now, time sure does fly. The rest of the guys eat, Jessica heads back to her room, then we start work. We don’t have much to go off of, who am I kidding? I was the only one besides Jessica who could even try to help. If the guys who built this place were such good hunters, then why was there no information on this creature. Maybe it was all destroyed, I doubt it though. They pretty much only wanted to know what it is, what it wants, and how to kill it. I couldn’t answer any of those questions, I could give advice though.

“It seems like this place has a weird protection from the creature. For now it would be best if Jack stayed inside at all times. NEVER get close to it, don’t try to interact with it. Where is Jack anyways?” They all look around while Dean calls his name, no one answers. I’m surrounded by morons. We have to quickly pack some things, a pocket knife, a first aid kit, and my pills, then head out. It’s the middle of the day so I hope it’ll be easy to spot the kid.

It’s been about two hours! How far could he have gone?! We were only talking for about what, ten minutes? We’ve been calling his name, going down the paths he mostly goes on, walked along the road, and he doesn’t seem the type to idiotically head into danger. I can’t say the same for these three. We’re now five miles into the woods and there’s no signs of Jack. We could split up to cover more grounds like Dean suggested, but that’s obviously not a good idea. There’s strength in numbers, especially when it comes to this creature. I didn’t want to tell them the full story of what happened to me in the past, it probably would’ve helped them understand but it’s painful just thinking about it.

It’s now about three thirty and we’ve already covered a lot of the place. Sam suggested we call the someone because he’s technically a missing person. I only said no because anyone who gets involved ends up dead or missing. We start to head back with the hope that we’ll see him on the way to the bunker. By the time we got back our hopes were gone. Jessica was drinking a cup of coffee at the table while reading some of the Men of Letters’ books. When she saw that there were only four of us her expression saddened and I can see her say to herself, “Oh no.”

We were about to sit down when a knock came from the front door, I got up to open it. It was Jack. I was genuinely surprised, but nevertheless happy. But happiness soon turned to worry, his once neatly styled hair was now disheveled, he was bruised, scratched, and slightly bloodied. Everyone got up to welcome him and they looked concerned as well. Cas healed the boy then we started asking him questions.

“Where did you go? Why did you wander off like that?!” Dean asked loudly.

“Why did you look like you got into a fight?” Sam said in a concerned tone.

“Were you kidnapped?!” Cas says while handing him a cup of ice water.

He was getting visually overwhelmed. When the rest of them noticed this they stopped asking questions. Jack was rubbing his temples as if he had a headache, he looked tired as well. He drank an entire glass of water before slowly speaking.

“After breakfast I went out for a walk, I don’t know why. When I was about two miles into the woods I thought I saw something. I know you don’t like it here, Tim, so I thought I could kill it with my powers. But….” he paused for a moment, “But then someone punched me, they were strong. I couldn’t see who because my vision was blurred, but then another person started dragging me by the wrist. I could barely stay on my feet. I kept tripping over things so I couldn’t see them either. I’m sorry, I failed at this too.” He continued to tell us that the thing was getting closer and he was feeling sick, then he had to use his powers to get the two people away from him. He only ran for what felt like ten minutes but by the time he got back to the bunker hours had past.

Jessica gave him a one armed hug but while doing so, she looked at me with a concerned face. We were both asking ourselves the same thing, “Who are these people?” To be honest, Jack, Sam, Dean, and Cas are as good dead. They’re marked and we have no idea how to save them. There’s nothing we can do, I’ve decided it’s my time to leave. It’s not easy but there was no point staying an seeing them die slowly or go insane. I go to my room to start packing up.

“So you’re just gonna walk away?” I turn around to see Jessica, “You more than anyone knows that in times like these it’s best to have someone with you.”

“They have each other, they’ll be…. Well I wouldn’t say ‘fine’ but you get what I’m saying.”

“If we go the creature won’t be around them ALL of the time. Maybe it’s best we leave, I’ll get packed.” Without another word she turns around and heads to her room. When we finish packing we decide to stay one last night. Dinner was silent and awkward, and apparently Cas doesn’t eat. I can’t sleep, too many thoughts running through my mind.

Maybe Brian is one of the hooded people, but I saw his dead body. But he could’ve been acting, he was pretty good at it. What if Alex is alive and now stalking people while wearing a hoodie? Could Jay be alive? Did I take my medications? Yup I did, why am I thinking about these things? Maybe I miss my friends. If angels are real, then there’s a possibility that God and heaven exists. I hope they’re happy if they’re up there. But that’s if it does exist. I wonder if Jessica ever thinks about them? She never really got to know them though. I’m just so tired.

It’s now the morning, three thirty two to be exact. We left a note saying, “We decided to leave. The creature can’t stalk both of us all the time if we’re not in the same place. Stay safe and remember our advice. -Tim and Jessica”

It’s still dark out and our surroundings are surprisingly eerie. We quickly put our belongings in the car and start driving. We drove for about five hours before we stopped at a gas station. We both went inside to use the restroom and grab some supplies. When we got back to the car it wouldn’t move. We got out to look when I noticed something.

“Uhhh, Jessica? All the tires are slashed.”

“What? We were in there for what, five minutes?”

I notice something on the ground. I picked it up and saw, in sharpie, that oh so famous symbol, a circle with an X going through it. There was also a word written above the symbol in a scratchy font, “Skully”. I’m not sure what it means but I’m keeping it, for now I’m not going to tell Jessica. I hope Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack are alright. I stuck a post-it note on my bed with my phone number, so we can stay in contact. We have to call someone to help us out, they said it would take them about an hour before they can get to us. I swear I can see something moving along the tree line, but it’s probably my imagination.

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Talks Machina Highlights: Episodes 95/96

This week’s Denise message: ominous stylized symbol that reads “FREE”.

Laura does the splits before the show starts.

Everyone judges Travis for not reading the Dark Tower series.

Denise has moved on to a new job (and is indeed a real person, the technical director of the show). Also has her own twitch: twitch.tv/denisebrr!

VM appeared to deal 413 damage to the entity. Even Doty’s natural one “appeared to” hit it.

Fenthras got exalted! New things: Bramble Shot can be used twice, and the Oracle Shot can be used twice. 1d6 rather than 1d4 lightning damage.

Grog lost interest in the Slayer’s Take pretty rapidly because it was pretty unsatisfying. He wanted to fight a dragon or a stone giant.

Ashley was excited but a little nervous and feeling the pressure to jump into a Pike arc after being gone for so long.

Back in the home game, Travis wrote the longest character backstory of any of them.

Brian on what you’re missing by not watching TM: “Travis getting boogers pulled out of his eye by his wife on live television.”

Vex really likes Tary as a roomie because Doty did some housekeeping, because he was always ready to talk a lot, and because he made her stuff. Vex is also drawn toward people who have suffered or are outcasts in some way, so once she found out he was outcast from his family, she wanted to protect him.

Grog still misses Scanlan, to the point where if Vax pulls a prank on him, he might just let it go instead of jumping gleefully into retaliation.

Laura had several chances to find the grey render baby over the year off, and she rolled poorly every time. A lot of them rolled poorly during the prep at Matt’s house.

Brian has adopted and expanded on Laura’s dice habits, including the dice jail. Travis: “Or it’s just... dice.” Laura: “NO SOME OF THEM ARE CURSED”

Everyone talks about how fangirlish Ashley and Laura would be if Sara Bareilles were on the show. Ashley gets nervous just talking about the time they got to meet her.

VM-themed Slayer’s Cake stuff: Profiterollo, Bad News bear claws, sun treats, blondies for Tary, angel food cake, honeyed fun buns, do-you-spice cake. Brian suggests a meat-man pie. Victor’s coffee cake, Kern bread.

Grog thinks the Deck of Many Things is actually The Deck of Fucking Awesome Love and Amazing Weapons.

Ashley had to roll to have Pike become number 2 in the Crucible!

Travis and Ashley both had to roll to teach Grog to read.

It took Tary five months to enchant the armor for Vex, working every day. In return, she stuck around with him and kept him company every day. They bonded a lot over that year!

Nobody really has any plans to go back to Greyskull. Pike and Grog decide they’re gonna turn it into a treehouse.

To Grog, Tary is just sort of there. “I need him to fight more. And better.” He needs to get a cool HDYWTDT.

Vex thought Scanlan was right about some things, but believes that his leaving wasn’t justified. Vex is way closer to Tary than she was with Scanlan, but she’d still rather have Scanlan to rely on in battle.

Now Pike’s just as tempted as Grog to draw a card from the Deck.

Pike’s mom was completely fine with Wilhand leaving with her so that it was one less mouth to feed. The other characters were Matt expanding on Ashley’s overall outline.

The twins didn’t have the ability to do big scams (they didn’t have magic!), but they mostly survived by stealing and then selling at the next down over.

Ashley thinks Pike feels worse about her family betraying her than she would’ve felt if the curse had been real. Laura points out that if they hadn’t noticed the illusion, the whole thing could’ve played out and they never would’ve known.

Travis and Ashley mostly didn’t suspect an illusion until Laura pointed it out; they thought it was gonna be a distraction from the real monster. Laura figured something was weird right when it was cast, and immediately figured it out when nobody could hit it.

Ashley was really torn between what she would’ve done in the situation and what Pike would’ve done; she dialed back her anger to keep in-character. Ashley whispered to Travis: “Maybe we should make [Ogden] pick a card.”

Grog would’ve been a lot less merciful towards the Trickfoots; nobody messes with Pike on his watch.

Vex thinks of Pike’s response to the whole situation as something she’d want to aspire to.

Talks Machine in the Dark:

+2 AC on Vex’s dragon-hide armor, automatically has cold resistance, and doesn’t have to be attuned.

Travis tries (and fails) his Chewbacca impression.

Ashley attempts a Christopher Walken impression. Ashley: “Nope, I lost it.” Brian: “I don’t know if you had it.”

Matt buttdialed Brian at Ren Faire and it went to voicemail, so Brian is working on editing and enhancing the four minutes of audio he got from that.

Mary Elizabeth McGlynn was the one who married Laura and Travis, and they did a sort of “renewal of vows” at Ren Faire.

Grog isn’t really scared of much besides Kevdak.

Pike gave her family ~6,000 gold at the end.

Cake or pie? Travis: pie. Laura: cake. Ashley: ...shit. (She settles on pie.) Brian prefers cake.

Someone asks: If Grog had to give up weapons, ale, or Pike, which would he give up? He’d give up ale. Travis didn’t even hesitate.

Ashley doesn’t think Pike would’ve turned out like the other Trickfoots if she’d stayed with them. She’d already started to show signs of being different and having experiences as a cleric, which is why Wilhand took her out of there.

Ashley and Laura both dream as their characters. Travis doesn’t really dream much. “It’s ‘cause my life is a dream, girl.”

Ashley dreams half the group are just themselves and half are their characters in some fantasy setting. Laura sometimes dreams of having the flying dream IRL. Brian had his first D&D dream last night. “I was Vax as fuck. I Jenga’d hard.”