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crazyforcococaine · 3 years ago

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sucker punch me

chapter 2

vi (league of legends) x ofc

(edited by @crazyforcococaine)

Chapter 3

“We’re almost there.” Vi’s voice brought me out of my trance. I was looking out into the sky, feeling the fresh air on my skin. I took a deep breath as I finally looked back up at her, smiling brightly when I caught her looking down at me, with a raised brow. She’d been hesitant to let me come, but after I gave her my kitten eyes, she caved in and let me tag along, so long as I didn’t do anything stupid, which was honestly very hard for me to do, considering I was Vader’s kid. I was the definition of stupid, a danger magnet at most.

“Aw, man.” Claggor moaned underneath me, and I looked back down at him, giggling at how much he’d been complaining the whole way here. At some point, I caught him looking at me, begging me to ask Vi to turn us around and let us go home. He looked exhausted, and I couldn’t blame him. I could barely feel my arm from all of this roof climbing.

Vi pushed herself up the roof first, and before I could grab onto the ledge to pull myself up, a hand popped out from above me. Mylo whistled rom beside me as I eagerly grabbed at her hand, my shoes dragging on the brick wall as I climbed up. I let out a puff of air as I bent down at the waist, desperately trying to catch my breath. I wasn’t used to all of this hardcore parkour like Vi, Mylo, and Claggor were. They were the pros when it came to jobs like this, which was surprising to everyone, considering who I was related to.

“Wanna help me up, Ames?” Mylo smirked up at me, as Vi shook the dust off my shoulder when I stood back up, slightly shaking from the rush of being so high up. She huffed, checking me over once more, her lips curling up softly at me before she looked down at him with me. Mylo really didn’t know how to just shut up sometimes.

“I would but, ya know…my arm…oh, no…” I dramatically groaned, wiggling my hurt arm and hugging it to my side, giving the kitten eyes as Powder came up beside me, breathing a little heavy like I did. We weren’t really cut out for this type of work. I dare say, we were the stealthy, quick, brains of the operations.

“That was weeks ago? How long are you gonna milk that little hit for?” Mylo questioned, remembering how I struggled in a fight with a boy bigger than me, over how rude he was being to Powder over her creations. To be fair, the guy had started it first. He walked over to Powder while she was sitting in the back of the bar with me, showing me some new blueprints for more bombs as I was wiping down tables. She always accompanied me while I was working, and if it wasn’t her, it was Vi, who somehow only ever managed to fluster me.

“Alright, alright. Mylo, knock it off. She stood up to Giovani of all people and walked away with only a bruise on her arm, can you say the same?” Vi snapped at the messy haired boy. She paused and her hard expression faded when she caught me mocking him from behind her as she turned back around to observe the area. She smirked at me and ruffled the top of my head, my hair growing messier than it already was.

“Powder, look.” Vi called out to her younger sister as she put her hand on her hips, looking out at the blue sky and fluffy white clouds. The blue haired little genius ran up to her older sister’s side and admired the scene, tugging me along in excitement as she looked around too.

“Woah…” She breathed out, pointing out an odd looking bird as it flew away, seeing as we disturbed its’ place on the rooftop. I gaped at her when Vi pointed out it was the same color as my hair. If only I were as free as that little bundle of feathers. The things I would do.

“It’s nice getting above it all, huh?” Vi chuckled at me before looking as her sister gained a new adoration for the outside world.

“It’s beautiful!” Vi glanced at me as I was looking at whatever it was Powder was trying to get me to look at and I didn’t notice the look she’d given me, a look I’d given her plenty of times.

“Yeah, it is.” Vi’s mumble went ignored by Powder as her eyes swept over the entire city, her hand gripping mine just a little bit tighter.

I looked over at Vi and again, smiled brightly when I saw her looking at me. I sure loved seeing the two sisters so happy and free. We all deserved that, if not all the time, once in a while. After everything we’d all been through, we deserved the world.

Suddenly, a large shadow washed over us and I looked up just as the others did, only to see a large blimp fly above our heads. I frowned, knowing my fear of heights would never let me ride in one.

“One day, I’m gonna ride in of those things.” Powder puffed out her chest, confidence radiating from her little body as she looked up at Vi and I. I smiled softly at the youngest, nodded and went to say we would all be right there to see it, but Mylo’s voice came up first.

“And one day, I’m gonna shoot one of ‘em down.” He made a finger gun in my face, and shot it at me before shooting the blimp as I walked up in front of him with Powder still holding my hand, rolling my eyes at him and smiling as Vi pushed his arm away from me, scoffing at how stupid he was.

“Vi, are you sure about this? Look, if we get caught-“ Claggor voiced his worry at her, trusting her but not knowing if the approach we were taking was going to go as well as she’d hoped. Security up here was tight for some reason, now a days, but Vi said she knew their schedule like the back of her hand, so naturally, we all came along on the job.

I trusted Vi with my life. Of course, I trusted the rest of my family with my life, too, but I always knew Vi would never intentionally put any of us in danger if she could help it. She was just like that.

“We’re not gonna get caught. We’ll be in and out before anyone notices. Besides, if I even thought for a second that we could get caught, I wouldn’t have let Amy come along, not with her arm still healing.” Vi glanced at me, putting emphasis on ‘could’ and watching as I was the last to jump down onto another roof, smiling at me when I scowled at her. She was always so concerned for me, and although, I appreciated it, I hated looking so helpless in front of the others. I hated looking weak in front of her, I wanted to be as strong as she was.

“How many times do I have to say I’m fine?” I hissed, trying to cover a flinch as Mylo harshly tapped my arm. I bit my lip as Vi’s face fell and she glared at him, taking a step forward and Mylo took a step back.

“Okay, okay. I get it.” He stood away from me with his hands up as I bit my lip harder, a noise between laughter and a moan of pain escaping me when I massaged my arm and they all turned to look at me with worry.

“You should’ve stayed home, Dum. You could make it worse!” Powder called me by the nickname she’d given me when she was younger, and Vi and I both smiled at her.

“Bo, I’m fine. It’s just a bruise.” I ended the conversation with a chuckle as I spread and stretched out my arm to prove a point. I let out a small ow when Vi’s spectacle voice called out, “Alright, everyone, follow me. Just…don’t look down.” She glanced at me, knowing my fear of my heights but I rose a brow, challenging her as I flexed my bare bicep, my sleeve falling onto my shoulder, exposing little to no muscle. She rolled her eyes at me, but I noticed a small smile stretch on her face when she thought I wasn’t looking.

Vi and Mylo jumped onto the next rooftop, swiftly, having done this so many times. Claggor followed closely behind the two, shoving a cupcake he’d swiped from the patio underneath us, into his mouth as he spoke to Vi.

“Couldn’t we have at least just walked there?”

“Gotta stay outta sight for this one.” She replied, barely paying attention to him as she was too busy looking up at Powder and I, waiting for us to follow. She looked from Powder, to me, and into my eyes. She nodded in encouragement, the look in her eyes almost making me wanna just lunge out from the roof I was on and into her arms, on the other side.

“Amy…” Powder whispered, just as horrified as I was, clutching my hand. I felt shame warm my body as I realized I should be better than this, especially around Powder. I couldn’t let her think I couldn’t do the others could. I had to show her we were both capable.

“Called it.” Mylo spoke out, the little worm, “This is on you, Vi.” Mylo knew Powder and I struggled with our lifestyle, regardless of how long we’d been doing it for, but he still jabbed and poked fun at us when he could as if it were funny to him how inexperienced we were.

“I’ll get them.” Claggor sighed, not really having a problem with helping us, having grown so used to doing it, but secretly, hoping we’d one day do it ourselves. He was like our brother, as was Mylo, but Claggor was the one who openly showed his care for us.

“No.” Vi stopped him, looking into my eyes as I gritted my teeth, the hand not holding Powder’s clenching and unclenching. “They’ve got it.” Her voice held pride as I looked down, without flinching away from the edge of the building.

I frowned, not wanting to let anyone down on the job, but also being afraid of what would happen if my foot got caught on the railing, or I didn’t calculate my jump perfectly. So many things could go wrong, but I couldn’t think like that. I didn’t have that luxury, I needed to do my part. If they could do it, so could Powder and I.

“Powder, look at me,” Her sister’s voice made her glance at her face, before she looked down again, gulping. “What did I tell you?” Vi continued.

“That…” Powder took a deep breath, looking at her sister once more before looking up at me, “We’re ready.”

“That’s right! So?” Vi encouraged her sister and immediately, Powder let go of my hand and slid down to the balcony. Her feet barely touching the railing as her hands held onto the edge of the roof above her. I grinned at her, nervousness shaking my bones as I realized I was next but so proud of her for going down on her own.

“Phew!” She exclaimed, as I swallowed, knowing I’d have to do the same in a second. I didn’t even know if I could time that right.

“Ames?” Vi’s brought me back, again, and I realized I’d been staring at the ground below me as Powder made it to the others’ on the others side. “Amy. We’ve talked about it, cupcake. Come on.” Cupcake. She knew how much I hated that name, yet here she was, calling me it at the worst possible time.

“Vi…” I slowly sat down and dangled my legs right above the balcony and dropped, feeling a shock run up my ankles but quickly shaking it off as I shook my waves away from my face, huffing a strand away from my eyes as I jumped around, getting myself ready to jump. I inhaled and exhaled deeply, patting my cheeks as I eyes the other edge. I could make that, right?

“Amy.” Vi called out to me, making me look into her eyes, her arm held out as she leaned over the roof slightly, ready to catch me. “Come on, girl.”

The look in her eyes was enough to give me the power I needed to launch myself off of the balcony. I reached for her hand right as my foot bumped the window right under me. I gave a small oof as my chest hit the pipe, and groaned as Vi pulled me up by my arm. Of course, I just had to hand her that arm.

“Thanks, Pinky.” I beamed at the oldest of the group as she smirked at me, nodding a you’re welcome as she brushed herself against my side, gently.

“Proud of you, pretty.” My heart jumped when she walked further away from me. My crush on her definitely wasn’t just a regular school crush. It couldn’t be, if it had me feeling like this every time she complimented my stupid ass.

Mylo purposely sighed loudly, making sure everyone heard and pouted as I walked past him, rubbing my sore arm and sticking my tongue out at him. I knew exactly what he was about to complain about. The little twerp always whined about how close Vi and I were.

“That should’ve been me holding your hand, Princess.” Mylo pouted at me and I heard Vi chuckle as he ran up to catch up to us.

“What if Vander somehow finds out we’re all the way up here?” Claggor asked, looking at me as I cringed, knowing I was already in trouble with my dad for fighting a kid way older than us. He’d given me an hour extra long lecture on how I needed to be more careful, and how disappointed my mother would’ve been in me for not knowing when to walk away. I hated when he played that card and he knew it, but that’s exactly why he did it. It’s the only time I ever listened.

“Look around you. You think anyone’s in topside’s going hungry or sick?” Vi asked right back at him, glancing at me. I didn’t notice as I was too focused on my balance and smushing myself against the side of the wall, afraid of falling. My tongue hanging out the side of my pursed lips like a dog as I took slow side steps.

“Besides, this is exactly the sort of job Vander would’ve pulled when he was our age.” Vi raised her eyebrows to the others in a ‘See?’ manner as I gave out a little “She’s right!” before concentrating on my footing again.

“I’m going. Are you with me or not?” Vi stopped, as did I, looking at everyone. She wanted to make sure everyone was still okay with going, and if we weren’t, we all knew she’d be a-okay with it. She would still go on her own, regardless of any of us accompanying her or not, but it would’ve been a lot more dangerous for her to go solo.

Claggor rolled his head to look at Mylo, and Mylo shrugged back at him. They both look at me, and I quickly nodded, giving them a wicked grin that said I wasn’t letting her go out on her own. I was my father’s daughter, after all. I was the definition of reckless.

“Vander’s gonna kill us. He’ll save you for last.” Claggor looked at me, worried, and I gave him a shrug, like Mylo had. I was already in deep fried trouble with him, a little more oil couldn’t hurt, right?

“We’re his kids, he’ll get over it in a week or so.” I giggled with Powder as she nodded, agreeing with me. My father was smitten with both of us, seeing as we were the babies in the family. We got away with everything. Well, mostly everything.

“Only if we screw up, so don’t screw up.” Vi looked at us, stopping at my arm before her expression went sour and she forced herself to look away. I knew she still felt guilty about the whole thing, but it really had been weeks, and it wasn’t like she was the one who’d approached Giovani, challenging him. I knew it was stupid, but I wasn’t about to let him belittle my blue haired scientist right in front of me when he wasn’t doing anything for himself in life but snorting powdered sugar.

“All clear.” Vi’s call out made us all jump down into the balcony, Mylo going first to make sure the door was locked or not.

“Who locks their balcony?” Mylo sighed, exasperated as he looked into the apartment, before crouching down and pulling his lock pick out, getting to work.

“There’s a ton of enforcers down there.” Claggor spoke up, looking down at the ground, observing all the uniformed men swarming the streets.

“Means we’re in the right place.” Vi reassured him, before looking back at Mylo, “You gonna get that door open any time soon?” She asked and I stifled a snort as he snapped at her. Woah, I knew that would get a rise outta him.

“Seeing as I’m the only one who knows how to pick locks, I suggest-“ He started getting cocky and quickly shut himself up as Vi’s leg came up right beside his head to kick the door open successfully, way quicker than he ever could’ve with that little needle.

I laughed out loud, a crazy cackle, letting out a small whoop, and air punched as Vi gently pushed me in first, a small smirk on her lips, as if happy she’d impressed me. I laughed louder when I saw Claggor slap the back of Mylo’s head before he walked in. I guess everyone just agreed to bully Mylo today.

“Animals.” He mumbled, smiling at me when I covered my mouth with my hands after Vi gave me a soft look to shut myself up before we’d get caught. I was usually the reason most jobs were sabotaged, I was little loud when I laughed.

I turned to look around the apartment and gasped as I saw the shelves stacked with books. Bingo. “Guys,” I ran up to the rows of literature and ran my fingers over the spines of the books, “BOOKS!” I laughed, knowing I didn’t know how to read but remembering my dad did, and he could read them to us.

“You know, Claggor, for once you’re right. We are definitely not supposed to be here.” Mylo came up behind me as he looked at me, before glancing at the bookshelves. He walked to the table behind us, looking through different things as I stayed, staring at the books, trying to figure out what they were about.

I didn’t care, I shoved as many as I could in my bag. I was going to have my dad read them all to us before we sold them off.

“Hm, must be an inventor.” I stole a glimpse of Vi analyzing the chalkboard full of letters and numbers, as she fiddled with a ball in her hands.

“Whoa, I think this is a real Valdiani.” Powder pushed a button on the device and it opened up, playing a small tune. She looked at me and brought it up to my face to let me get a closer look as I stepped up at her side and we smiled, humming it together.

“Oh, yeah? What about this?” Mylo asked us, a mechanic humming sound coming from him and we turned to see him holding onto a nose hair trimmer, and we looked at one another with a grimace.

“That’s a nose hair trimmer.” We said in sync, disgusted that he was messing with it. Some weirdo’s nose hair and snot was infested on that thing, and he was touching all over it. Gross.

“Keep an eye out for anything that looks valuable, Powder, Amy. Before Mylo fills the bag with junk.” Vi stepped in front of my view as I held onto my bag of books. I was only here for anything to educate me, I wanted to teach the kids down there how to read and write but I couldn’t do that if I didn’t know how to myself.

“I know, cupcake. That’s valuable, too.” Vi gently smiled at me and I sighed, relieved she knew me so well, but also hating the name she just had to call me by.

“Uh, guys.” Mylo caught our attention and we all looked his way as he uncovered an odd looking device on one of the table’s. It was gold with blue accents, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. I don’t think any of us could.

“Wait, Vi, how the hell did we find this place?” Claggor asked her, and I hummed in surprise, not knowing how either. This place was kinda sketchy, they had weird stuff. Stuff I’d never even seen come in overseas.

I hummed louder as we watched Mylo touch the thing and get zapped softly. I grabbed his hands and pulled them away from the thing, making sure it hadn’t actually hurt him before letting go when he held out his finger to me, as if expecting me to kiss it better.

“It was a tip from Little Man.” Vi replied, watching us with a weird look on her face. She looked at me for a split second with a frown before looking away, right as I was about to ask if she was alright. Mylo asked, “Little Man?”

“Just leave it.” Vi scolded Mylo, giving him a look as he began to mess with the thing again before walking back up to me, grabbing my hand. I held back a flustered giggle as she said to me, “Come on, buttercup.” She handed me her bag, pulling me to the corner of the room to fill it with more stuff.

“How can anyone have so much stuff?” Claggor wondered out loud, Vi sending him a look that told him to hurry up and get back to filling up the bag. We’d spent enough time here, we were way behind the time limit. 10 minutes over.

“Simple, just get born lucky.” Mylo’s response for some reason made me freeze, and I choked on my own spit. Vi’s head whipped to me, panic in her eyes but I held a hand up, coughing it out quietly. I glanced at Mylo and nodded at Vi that I was okay.

“Amy?” Vi asked me, whispering as she stepped closer to me, looking at me up and down, making sure I was physically fine.

“I’m fine, I don’t know why I-“ I stopped myself, straining my ears as I looked over at the door. “They’re coming back!” I whisper yelled at everyone, Vi realizing it right as I did. Oh, we were so screwed.

“Mylo!” Vi whispered out, ordering him to keep the door closed and he ran to it as she looked at me, before we both took off to get and warn Powder.

“Powder, we gotta go!” Vi urgently called into the room her sister was in, me following closely behind. Vi ran back to Mylo and Claggor, to help keep the door in place.

I noticed the blue haired girl pulling vibrant blue orbs into her pocket before she ran out of the room and wondered why’d she’d taken marbles out of all things. Unless, they were a high value item right now and I just wasn’t aware.

“Come, let’s go!” I shook my head, not really caring about anything other than wanting to get us all out of here safely and surged forward, pulling her along with me as we ran back to the balcony, where Mylo and Claggor were holding the patio door open for us. The front door being held closed by a chair Mylo had so cleverly placed under the door handle.

“We’ll be fine. Just get back on the roof.” Vi urged us to go as she slid onto the floor, by the bag, and opening it again as if she wanted to fill it up with more trinkets and riches.

“What? No, we ALL gotta go, V! NOW!” I hissed as I kept glancing at her to the door, the door now being brutally hit on the other side. I just wanted to go home. I couldn’t afford to lose any of my friends.

She turned to look at me, grabbing onto the bag tightly before she realized how scared I actually was. She quickly swung the bag over shoulder before running to us and reaching for my hand.

Suddenly, I was blinded, and blown back.

What the fuck just happened?

Chapter 3

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crashdevlin · 6 years ago

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Marion-4: Be Mine

Marion Masterlist

Author’s Note: Originally posted to ao3 (This is an edited and improved version). This started as an excuse to write some Castiel/OFC loving, but it blossomed into an epic-length fic and even an AU where Marion was with them the whole time.

Summary: Dean’s being a dick, Marion’s been touched by famine for a certain blue-eyed angel.

Pairing(s): Castiel/Marion Winchester (just pining)

Word Count: 5169

Chapter Warnings: angst, feelings of worthlessness, pining for an angel

Marion stood in the salvage yard with her brothers and Castiel. She pulled her pants up by the belt loops and wished that Castiel had taken her with him, or at least asked her size, before flying off to get some clothes for her. The light blue v-neck tee seemed to fit perfectly but the jeans were a size too big. Marion pulled her ponytail holder tighter to her head, her long hair pulled out of her face but hanging heavily down her back, and stared expectantly at the men in front of her. “Make a fist.” Dean ordered, just as Marion was about to open her mouth to ask what they were doing. She rolled her fingers down and locked her thumb over them. “Punch Castiel.” “What?! I can’t do that!” Marion's eyes widened at the idea. “He’s an angel, Mare. You can’t hurt him. Punch the damn angel.” Dean instructed.

“Isn’t this blasphemy? Won’t I go to Hell for this?” “He’s fallen. Heaven doesn’t care! Just punch him!” Dean shouted. Marion took a quick breath and let her right fist fly to the angel’s jaw. “Which knuckles hurt?” Marion rubbed the knuckles on her first and middle fingers. “These two.” “Perfect! Try it with the left hand.” Sam encouraged. Marion turned worried green eyes onto Castiel, who just nodded. Marion let her fist fly and winced as she came in contact with the angel’s nose. Sam smiled, softly. “Your knuckles will harden, eventually. I-” “Kick him.” Dean interrupted Sam's encouragement to continue the training. Marion started to lift her right leg straight in front of her, but Dean shook his head. “A real kick! This isn’t ballet, Mare. Kick him right. Like Dad taught me.” Marion’s lips tightened in anger, as she threw her leg out to the side to come in contact with Castiel’s stomach, making him sway a bit. “That’s good enough for now. This is a shotgun, obviously. We use it, mostly, for salt rounds to take down ghosts, but demons don‘t like salt, either.” Dean said, tossing a sawed-off at her. Marion grabbed it from the air, then placed it on the ground. “Why are you acting this way, Dean?” She questioned. “What way?” Dean bit out. Marion looked at Sam who nodded, slightly. “You’re acting like Dad.” Marion said, confidently. “Is that supposed to be an insult?” Dean was glaring as Marion squared her shoulders. “Yes, it is. You’re being cold and rude. You haven’t said a single encouraging word since we’ve been out here. So, yeah, it’s an insult.” Marion said, losing some of her steam toward the end of her response. Dean leaned over to pick up the shotgun at her feet. “Well, lucky for you, I don’t hear it that way. Dad did what he had to, to keep Sam and me safe.” He shoved the shotgun back into her hands. “I’m just doing the same for you.” Marion immediately handed the shotgun to Sam. “I refuse to do this with you if you’re going to act this way. If you want to apologize and treat me like your sister and not a soldier, I’ll be in the library.” Marion stopped in front of Dean and quickly shot her leg out straight in front of her, coming in contact with Dean’s groin. As he doubled over, she walked back toward the house. “And that is a real kick.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marion sat at Bobby’s desk with a pile of books in front of her. She’d pulled down the first 10 tomes in English that she’d found and she was pouring over them, one at a time. She’d heard the Impala’s engine fire up about 10 minutes after she came inside and Sam had walked in not long after. Marion heard whispers in the kitchen between Bobby and Sam, but neither had come to talk to her. Strange, how the ‘emotionless’ angel made her feel more welcome than anyone else. Marion shook those thoughts away and continued reading. “Enjoyin’ my readin’ selection?” Bobby asked as he wheeled up in front of the desk. She looked up and smiled. “I hope you don’t mind. I’ve been reading the same 20 books since I was 17. Well, not quite, but you know what I mean... and there’s a lot in these books. Knowledge that Dean couldn’t pass to me because he’s never read them.” Bobby chuckled. “Only time that boy opens a book is when Sam’s life depends on it… or if he thinks it might have nude drawings.” Marion smiled politely, wanting to turn back to the book in front of her but not wanting to be rude. Bobby seemed a bit uncomfortable as he cleared his throat. “So, uh, I heard Dean went a little… John on ya.” Marion closed the text in front of her. “I know what my dad was like with them, Bobby. He was less a father and more a General. Dean doesn’t get to be that. Not with me.” “Oh, I understand. John being that way is exactly what drove Sam away from him. Dean should know better.” Bobby said, rolling over to a drawer and pulling out a pistol. “What do ya say, I teach ya how to shoot?” Marion smiled, trying to hold back her excitement. “Are you sure?” Bobby handed her the pistol. “Yeah. You may not have spent your childhood here like the boys, but you’re John’s kid. Besides, I haven’t been out much since I’ve been in this damned chair. You’d be doin’ me a favor.” Her smile widened. “Thank you, Bobby. I’d really like that. Where should we go to practice?” “Somewhere with a ramp. There’s a place in Salt Lake I know. You think the angel would take us?” “I’ll ask him.” She said, folding her hands and closing her eyes. “Of course, I’ll take you.” Castiel said, appearing behind Bobby with a flutter of wings before she was able to finish her prayer. “Thank you, Castiel. I really appreciate this.” Marion stood and handed the pistol back to Bobby. “Ammo?” “All over the place, but closest is the bottom drawer.” Bobby answered. Marion grabbed a box of ammunition from the drawer and stood. “Ready!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dean sat on Bobby’s couch with a beer in his hand. It seemed mostly forgotten. He couldn't stop thinking about what Marion had said. She'd said that she wasn’t a soldier. She knew. She knew that he’d been to the future. She knew that he’d been the General of a group of soldiers in the aftermath of the Apocalypse. She knew that Sam had said yes… and that she hadn’t been there. He couldn’t figure out if she’d reminded him of Lucifer (wearing Sam) standing over Dean’s corpse on purpose, or if it had just been his guilty conscience that made him cling to that image. He looked up as Castiel arrived with Marion and Bobby. “Where’ve you been?” He demanded, roughly. Marion glared and looked away from him. “Thank you for teaching me, Bobby.” She said, ignoring Dean's question. “Any time, Marion.” Bobby responded, putting the gun back in the desk. “Wait, Mare.” Dean called, standing and walking over to his sister. “I was a dick. I’m not your C.O. I’m your brother. I’m sorry.” Marion smiled, warmly. That's all she wanted. “I forgive you. You were just trying to emulate Dad. But… with your memories of combat, I have a pretty good handle on fighting and I hit the target every time… even hit the 10 spot twice. You don’t have to worry about me, Dean, and you don’t have to be a dick just because that’s the only way Dad could show his worry for you.” Dean wrapped his arms around his sister and pressed his lips against her forehead. “Thanks for understanding.” She chuckled. “I’ve got twenty-seven years of you in my head, Dean. I doubt anyone understands you as well as I do.” “Come on, break it up. I ain’t havin’ this Lifetime Movie shit in my house.” Bobby bellowed, but his smile betrayed him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “I’m glad you two are getting along again, ‘cause I think I’ve got a case.” Sam said, setting his laptop down in front of Dean. “Does this really say they ate each other?” Dean asked, a look of disgust spreading across his face. “Ate each other?” Marion asked, turning the laptop to where she could see it. “How would they even… I don’t… wouldn’t they be in too much pain? How?” “Definitely not natural.” Sam responded, taking his laptop back. “So, what could cause two people to do that? Witches?” Marion asked, trying to focus on something other than the images that rolled through her head. “Maybe. It’d have to be some pretty strong mojo. Nothin’ I’ve ever seen before.” Bobby said. “So, what are you doing standin’ around here? Get yer shit and get out.” Dean walked over to his duffel and picked up the strap. “Hey, Bobby. Do you mind-?” “Don’t you dare, Dean. I’m coming with you. I’m a good shot and not too bad at hand to hand. Please don’t leave me behind.” Marion said, grabbing the strap of the duffel from Dean’s hand. Dean looked to the room for help, but Bobby looked away and Sam just shook his head. “Fine. You can come. But don’t complain if this one turns out nasty.” “Dean, I remember you stumbling into skin walker sheddings. I can handle… cannibals.” She insisted. “Whatever. It’s your choice. We’re gonna have to get you a fed suit… and a badge. Are you sure you don’t want to sit this one out and get everything together with Bobby?” Dean offered. “I’ll get a badge made for her and overnight it to ya. You can stop at a department store on the way out there. Text me an address to send the badge to when you get there.” Bobby said. Marion smiled brightly and headed out to the car. “Am I wrong to be worried about this?” Dean asked. “She’ll roll with it, Dean. Can’t leave her at Bobby’s house forever. I mean, you don’t want to be without her, right?” Sam said, patting Dean’s shoulder. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marion was laying on the hood of the Impala, staring up at the stars in a cloudless night sky, an Eagles song playing softly on the car stereo. There was a sound of gravel shifting as Castiel stepped onto the shoulder of the road to stand next to the front of the car. Marion sat up and smiled softly at Cas. “Ya know, I think it’s been months since I had a dream that didn’t have an appearance from an angel.” “I could leave.” Castiel said, with a completely straight face. “No!” Marion exclaimed, grabbing Castiel’s hand. “I mean, you are welcome here. I think I might’ve even prayed for you to come. If I’m going to have an angel invade, might as well be the angel who I like.” Castiel gave a small smile and then sat down next to her. “I don’t recognize this song.” “It’s, um, ‘Lyin’ Eyes’ by The Eagles. Dean’s not really an Eagles kinda guy so, you wouldn’t have heard it. But this is my dream, so I can play whatever I want on his Baby’s radio.” There was a sound of the stereo changing stations and then, it settled on a country song. “When I lived with the Cornwells, I listened to a lot of country. This is Reba McIntire, she’s my favorite.” Marion closed her eyes and listened to ‘Fancy’ for a few more seconds before the station shifted again and ‘Holy Diver’ started playing. “I’m feeling much fonder of this music now. I didn’t even know who Ronnie James Dio was until I got Dean’s memories.” She looked over to Castiel. “What we did, it’s gonna change me, isn’t it? It’s already starting to.” “It will not change who you are, fundamentally, but… yes, little things, small aspects of your personality will change. I’m sorry. I should have warned you.” “It’s okay. I mean, maybe I’m just getting a shot at being the person I would’ve been if the Cornwells hadn’t taken me… I mean, if I hadn’t died and they hadn’t taken me. I’ll just… go with it.” “You… aren’t upset?” Castiel asked, surprised. Marion shook her head. "Wouldn't make much difference to be mad 'bout it." She looked up at the stars sparkling about them. “Why are you so nice to me?” She asked. “What do you mean?” “Well, I’ve met a grand total of 3 angels. Lucifer mocked me and tried to use me against my brothers. Zachariah threatened me, made me hurt the closest thing I had to a father, but you… you help me. You fill me with calm when I start to panic. You bring me coffee when I haven’t slept well. You were made to be a soldier, just like them, an emotionless servant of God. So, how did you end up so nice?” “I’m not. I’ve done many things just like Zachariah does, followed blind orders. I had no concept of nice until I was charged with watching your brother and preventing the opening of the Seals.” There was a pause. “I suppose I’m nice to you for the same reason Zachariah and Lucifer were antagonistic to you. You are Dean’s twin; this makes you important.” “Oh.” Marion said, looking down and sliding off the hood. “Have I upset you?” Castiel asked, following her off the hood. “No. No, I mean, I should’ve known. I mean, Dean’s the Michael sword. Sam’s… whatever misleadingly weapon-y name you’d call Lucifer’s vessel. I’m just… the twin who should’ve been hit by a truck. I’m… Castiel, I’d like to be alone in my dreamscape for a while.” “Of course.” Castiel said, before disappearing. Marion opened the driver’s side door and sat down. “That was… unpleasant.” A familiar voice said in the back seat. Marion turned to the white-haired woman in the blue floral print dress. “Missus?” “You know, they never told us what we were saving you for… but I was positive there weren’t going to be any boy troubles wherever He needed you. I didn’t prepare you for this.” “For Castiel? I don’t think anything could’ve prepared me for crushing on an angel… an angel who seems to be crushing on my brother.” Marion joked. “I definitely couldn’t prepare for that.” Missus patted Marion’s hand. “All of your social cues come from your brother’s memories. We set you up to fail in the real world. We just never expected you to actually be in the real world.” “Knowing that you’re just a dream, I can say this… Missus Cornwell, you got played. You were convinced, by an angel, to steal a child. I shouldn’t be here, Cornwell. There is no place for me here. The only reason I was saved was to convince Dean to say ‘yes’ to Michael. I refuse to do that so I have no place in the Apocalypse. I am only important in the aspect of being an appendage of Dean Winchester! The one angel I’ve met who doesn’t treat me terribly still sees me as just… Dean: Mark 2!” “He can’t see you as anything else, Marion. He’s an angel. You don’t think he could actually feel anything for you? I know his vessel is attractive and he’s polite and helpful, but there is no chance of you meaning anything to him.” Missus said. Pity filled her voice, but cruelty filled her eyes. Marion glared and pulled her hand away. “I think I’m going to wake up now.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marion fought her urge to cry as her eyes opened in the back of the Impala. Why was her own mind so cruel to her? “Are we there yet?” Dean looked into the rear view mirror and tossed a protein bar at her. “3 hours out. Bobby called while you were asleep. He had his guy make you a few I.D.s. He’s going to send them to a motel Sam found off the interstate.” Marion nodded and stretched as well as she could. “Awesome.” She looked down at the protein bar, disdainfully. “Any chance we could stop for pie somewhere?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marion stood in front of the female victim’s door, in her brand new blue pantsuit. She’d opted out of the visit to the morgue with Dean, choosing to cut her teeth on a simple questioning.“You ready?” Sam whispered. Marion nodded, taking a deep breath. Sam knocked on the door and waited. As the brunette woman opened the door, Sam and Marion flashed their badges. “Ma’am. I’m Agent Cliff, this is Agent Wilson. We’d like to talk to you about what happened to your roommate.” Sam said. The roommate nodded and let them in. She was in the process of cleaning and packing. “So… you were the one who found the bodies?” The woman nodded. She looked like she was trying very hard to not think about it. “There was blood everywhere… and… other stuff.” An unmistakable look of disgust crossed her face. “I think Alice was already dead.” “But Russell wasn’t?” Marion asked. “I think he was, mostly, except… he was still sort of… chewing a little.” Sam nodded and made sounds of understanding. Marion attempted to swallow away her disgust. “How do two people even do that… eat each other to death?” Alice’s roommate asked. “I asked the same question.” Marion muttered. “It’s a really good question. Now, the last few days, did you notice her acting erratically?” Sam asked. “How do you mean?” “I mean, did she seem… unusually hostile, aggressive?” Sam asked. “No way. Alice never drank, never even swore. She was a nice girl. And I’m talking, like, a nice girl. Like, she still had her promise ring, if you know what I mean.” “She was a virgin?” Marion asked, trying not to feel upset that she, too, was a ‘nice girl’. “No premarital. I used to wonder how she did it. I mean, you know, didn’t do it. It was her first date in months. She was so excited.” Sam turned to Marion. “Apparently, they were both pretty excited.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sam walked into their motel room, Marion following behind. “How’d it go?” Dean asked, looking up from the file on his lap and at his siblings. Sam shook his head. “No EMF, no sulfur. Ghost possession and demonic possession are both probably out.” “Hm. That’s where I was putting my money.” Dean said. “Nope.” “I’m still sayin’ witches.” Marion said, flopping down on one of the beds. “It’s too big for witches.” Sam responded, taking off his coat. “Well, then what, then?” Dean asked, rubbing his eyes. “Oh, dude! At the coroner’s… you guys didn’t see these bodies. I mean, these two started eating a-and they just… kept going.” Dean wasn’t even trying to hide his disgust. “I mean, their stomachs were full. Like… like Thanksgiving dinner full. Talk about codependent.” Dean took a drink of his beer and grimaced. Sam sat at the little table and pulled his laptop in front of him. “Well, we got our feelers out. Not much more we can do tonight. All right. I’m just gonna go through some files. Marion is, obviously, catching up on her sleep. You can go ahead and get going.” “Sorry?” “Go ahead. Unleash the kraken. See you tomorrow morning.“ Dean looked confused. “Where am I going?” “Dean, it’s Valentine’s Day. Your favorite holiday, remember? I mean, what do you call it… uh, ‘unattached drifter Christmas’?” Dean nodded, then shrugged. “Oh, yeah. Well, be that as it may… I don’t know. Guess I’m not feeling it this year.” Marion sat up and raised an eyebrow at her twin. “So, you’re not into bars full of lonely women?” “Nah. I guess not.” Dean took a sip of his beer and sighed. “What?” Sam looked over to Marion, then back to Dean. “It’s when a dog doesn’t eat, that’s when you know something’s really wrong.” “Remarkably patronizing concern, duly noted. Nothing’s wrong.” Dean looked between Marion and Sam. “We gonna work or what?” Marion couldn’t help but cast a worried look at Dean. This was so unlike him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next morning, they read about another double suicide and headed to the morgue. As they were heading to the basement, a bald man in a suit walked past. Sam’s eyes followed him, hungrily. “You okay?” Dean asked. “Yeah. I’m fine.” Sam said, as the three of them walked through the door. “Agent Marley, you just can’t stay away.” Dr. Corman, the round gray-haired medical examiner said. “Heard you tagged another double suicide.” Dean responded. “Well, I just finished closing them up.” “Dr. Corman, this is my partner, Special Agent Cliff.” Dean gestured to Sam, then Marion. “And Agent Wilson.” “Agent Cliff. Agent Wilson. I’ve finished my prelims. I pulled the organ sets and sent off the tox samples.” Sam nodded slightly. “Great. You mind if we take a look at the bodies?” “Not at all.” Corman opened the door to refrigerator. “But like I said, their… Good-n-Plenties are already Tupperwared.” “Super.” Sam said, trying to ignore the nasty feeling that jumped into his throat. The doctor threw a key-ring at Dean. “Leave the keys with Marty up front. And please, Lady and Gentlemen, refrigerate after opening.” He said, pulling on his jacket and walking out. Dean smiled and Marion could tell he’d taken a shine to the old M.E. He walked forward and started pulling labeled containers from the fridge and handing them to Sam. As he grabbed the last one and walked over to a metal table, Dean shot a look to their sister. He might have warned her that this case would be gross, and she might have put on a brave face at the time, but the face she wore now said, ‘Dean, please don’t make me do this on my very first case’. “Hey, Mare. I know you’re eager to get elbows-deep in organs, but I’m freakin’ parched. I saw a Coke machine on the way in. you mind grabbing me a soda?” Dean asked, pulling out a few singles from his suit pocket. Marion gave a small sigh of relief and grabbed the bills.” Anything for you, Sam?” When Sam shook his head, Marion walked out, eager to leave. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As Marion approached the door to the morgue, a Coke in one hand and a Dasani water in the other, she heard the unmistakable gravel of Castiel’s voice. “You’re right, Sam. These are angelic marks. I imagine you’ll find similar marks on the other couples, as well.” “So, what are they?” Sam asked. “I mean, what do they mean?” “It’s a mark of union. This man and woman were intended to mate.” As Castiel spoke, Marion’s cheeks flushed and a warmth spread across her body. Marion twisted the top off of her water bottle and drained it, before leaning against the wall in an attempt to catch her breath. She knew what she was feeling; she’d felt a mild form of it during her teen years when the Cornwells had allowed her to watch a show called ‘Saved by the Bell’ and she’d developed a crush on Zach Morris. But this was a million times stronger than the dream-and-hormone fueled arousal she’d felt toward that fictional character. Her brain drowned her brothers’ speaking out but captured every word Castiel spoke like he was wearing a microphone hardwired to her brain. “Well, your people call them ‘Cupid’.” Mumbling from Sam. “What human myth has mistaken for ‘Cupid’ is actually a lower order of angel. Technically, it’s a cherub, third-class.” Incoherence from Dean. “Yeah, they’re all over the world. There are dozens of them.” More mumbling from Dean. Marion took a deep breath and forced her mind to clear. This angel wanted nothing to do with her, he was emotionless and only nice to her because of Dean. Just like Zach Morris, it was useless to pine for him. She came back to the present in time to hear Castiel say, “We have to stop him… before he kills again.” and her brothers agree, incredulously. Marion took one last breath and walked through the door. “So, what’d I miss?” “Nothin’. Just… huntin’ Cupid, now.” Dean said, snatching his soda from her. “Oh. Okay. Sure.” She responded, avoiding looking at Castiel. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The four of them sat in a restaurant that was decorated in pink and red and hearts. Marion was, unfortunately, unable to secure the seat on the end, away from Castiel, so she was analyzing every decoration and sign in the room. The waitress brought a salad for Sam, a burger for Dean, and a chicken piccata over angel hair for Marion, who was thankful for a new distraction. Dean pulled the top bun off his burger and glanced at Castiel. “So, what, you happen to know he likes the cosmos at this place?” Castiel searched the room with his eyes. “This place is a nexus of human reproduction. It’s exactly the kind of-” His searching eyes landed on Dean’s plate. “-of garden the Cupid will come to-to pollinate.” Dean looked at his burger, disinterested, and then pushed the plate slightly. “Wait a minute. You’re not hungry?” Sam asked. This brought Marion’s attention to Dean, as well, pulling her from her thoughts questioning how many layers of clothing Castiel had under that coat. “No.” Dean responded. When Sam and Marion continued to stare, he got louder. “What? I’m not hungry.” “Then, you’re not gonna finish that?” Castiel asked, reaching across the table to take the plate. Just as he was about to take a bite, he sighed slightly and looked across the room. “He’s here.” “Where? I don’t see anything.” Sam responded. “There.” Castiel pointed out a couple just beginning to kiss. “The ‘same side of the booth’ couple over there?” Dean asked. “Meet me in the back.” Castiel said, before disappearing. Sam and Dean both jumped up quickly to head to the restaurant’s back room, but Marion stood slowly. She was sure that she didn’t want to be around a Cupid in her current state. “Cas, where is he?” Dean asked as Marion approached the doorway. “I have him tethered.” Castiel responded before speaking Enochian. “Manifest yourself.” Marion walked in as Dean asked, “Where is he?” and a tall, chubby, nude angel appeared. He hugged Dean tightly. “Here I am!” Dean sounded breathless as he called for help. “Oh, help is on the way. Yes, it is. Yes, it is.” Marion could almost see where the idea of Cupid as a baby came from, with all the baby talk. Cupid dropped Dean and moved for Castiel. “Hello, you!” Castiel was stiff as Cupid picked him up into the hug. “This is Cupid?” Dean asked. “Yes.” “And look at you.” Cupid said, setting his sights on Sam. Sam turned to run but Cupid appeared in front of him and wrapped him in a hug, as well. “Is this a fight? Are we in a fight?” Dean demanded, as Cupid set Sam down and looked, directly, at Marion. “This is… their handshake.” Castiel explained. Marion put her hand up. “I’d rather you didn’t, please. I was raised in a very modest environment. I was taught to feel shame in nudity. Being hugged by someone nude, angel or otherwise, would make me feel… dirty.” She said. “I don’t like it.” Dean said. “No one likes it.” Castiel said, as the Cupid patted Marion on the head, instead of hugging her, and walked in front of Cas and Dean with a contented smile. “Mmm. What can I do for you?” “Why are you doing this?” Castiel’s voice cut through to Marion’s brain again, forcing her to focus on making her brain clear. She found a counter and sat on it. “Doin’ what?” “Your targets, the ones you’ve marked, they’re slaughtering each other.” “What? They are?” Marion could tell Cupid was distraught, even across the room with her eyes closed. Dean didn’t seem to notice. “Listen, birthday suit, we know, okay? We know you been flittin’ around, poppin’ people with your poison arrow, makin’ ‘em murder each other.” “What we don’t know is why.” Marion closed her eyes tighter and wished Castiel would just stop talking. “You think that I- Well, uh… I don’t know what to say.” Marion opened her eyes a bit as she heard the Cupid sobbing. “Should… should somebody maybe… go talk to him?” Sam suggested. Dean nodded and lightly hit Castiel with the back of his hand. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. Give ‘im hell, Cas.” Marion closed her eyes again and took a deep breath in anticipation of Castiel speaking. “Um… look. We didn’t mean to, um… hurt your feelings.” “Love is more than a word to me, you know. I love love. I love it! And if that’s wrong, I don’t wanna be right!” Cupid said. “Yes, yes. Of course. I, uh… I have no idea what you’re saying.” Castiel admitted. “I was just on my appointed rounds. Whatever my targets do after that, that’s nothing to do with me. I-I was following my orders. Please, brother. Read my mind. Read my mind, you’ll see.” After a few seconds, Castiel sighed. “He’s telling the truth.” “Jiminy Christmas! Thank you.” “Wait, wait, you said… you said you were just following orders?” “Mm-hmm.” “Whose orders?” Dean was being gruffer than normal. “Whose?” Cupid laughed. “Heaven, silly. Heaven.” “Why does Heaven care if Harry meets Sally?” Dean asked, as Marion made herself join the room again, opening her eyes and jumping off the counter. “Oh, mostly, they don’t. You know, certain bloodlines, certain destinies. Oh! Like yours.” Cupid gestured to Sam and Dean. “What?” Sam seemed surprised. “Yeah. The union of John and Mary Winchester- very big deal upstairs. Top priority arrangement.” The rage rolled off Dean in waves. “Are you saying you fixed up our parents?” “Well, not me, but… yeah. Well, it wasn’t easy, either. Ooh, they couldn’t stand each other at first. But when we were done with them; Perfect couple.” “Perfect?” Marion put a hand on Dean’s shoulder, hoping to calm her twin a bit. “Yeah.” “They’re dead!” Dean yelled, causing Marion to flinch. “I’m sorry, but… the orders were very clear. You and Sam needed to be born. Your parents were just, uh… meant to be.” Marion didn’t have time to dwell on the fact that she didn’t ‘need to be born’, because the Cupid started singing and Dean pulled away from her to punch the cherub, who then disappeared, as Dean rubbed his knuckles. “Where is he? Where’d he go?!” “I believe you upset him.” Castiel said. “Upset him?!” Marion rubbed her hands down her face as Sam picked a fight. “Dean. Enough!” “What?” Dean snapped. “You just punched a Cupid!” “I punched a dick!” Sam looked at Marion, who shook her head vigorously. “Um… Are we gonna talk about what’s been up with you lately, or not?” “Or not!”

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