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bakatenshii · 4 years ago

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Rapture

Oikawa Tooru x Reader (Haikyuu!!)

word count: 2.8k

TW: 18+, smut, incest, dub/noncon, mild somnophilia

A/N: I started writing this in my notes bcos I wanted to get out a cheeky Oikawa drabble for his birthday, didn’t wanna commit to a proper fic bcos fuck knows I’ve been writing my first ever fic for over a month. Technically this is my first official fic I finished! So much love for my wife @blahkugo for listening to me sob and whine about this & beta-ing it, also to @lookslikeleese who created this brainchild of Tooru-nii with me.

rap·ture

/ˈrapCHər/

a feeling of intense pleasure or joy.

(according to some millerian teaching) the transporting of believers to heaven at the Second Coming of Christ

Blood is thicker than water, in all forms and shapes and sizes. The guilt of blood lays thicker, sweaty and clammy, threatening to matte his perfectly coiffed hair. The guilt lies limp on his childhood bed, delicate legs dangling just a hair away from toeing the carpet.

You couldn’t reach when you were younger, he’d always help you down with all the gentleness of a protective mother and its cub. Long slender fingers tucking under your armpits to lift you from his stiff mattress to stand you on the soft carpeting.

Guilt, in the form of his baby sister laying vulnerability-up, presenting to him in taunt, as if it’s a gift from Satan himself. You won’t know, will never know, It promises. You’re out cold, too many cups of trashy house-party drinks in, your night was bound to end up like this one way or another— exposed and defenseless in a man’s bed. You should be lucky it’s your own big brother’s.

He curses himself for still having been awake when you called him at half four in the morning, curses himself for staying up studying tapes of his opposing team. Bad habits die hard. You were loopy, slurring your words, and all he could hear were the warm familiar sound of ‘niichan, niichan’ tinkling through the static. He had the keys clanking in his hands before he even registered the other voices across the line; deep, low, predatory— of men.

The drive there felt like a blur, tunnel visioning only on the number plate you’d sloppily sent him three times, each varying in one digit. It wasn’t even the right address, it didn’t match your location on his phone.

He saw crowds, loud bass reverberating through to his sleek car that stuck out like a sore thumb amidst the sea of beat-up sedans and trucks. He saw limbs, too many limbs, entangling together in a frenzy of sweat and lust; limbs on curves and humps of silhouettes, limbs on your small frame leaning into the corner of the dimly lit room. Then he saw red.

He couldn’t hear the shouts and hollers of his name, crazed fangirls pawing at him for an autograph, a picture, any type of affection from The Oikawa Tooru himself, international volleyball superstar with too many sponsorships under his belt. He reached out an arm towards you, and you clung to him like a magnetic pull, whole body suctioning onto his and tittering out a string of ‘niichan came to pick me up’ and a fit of giggles.

His first conscious breath was taken once he got you in his car. He didn’t want to look at you, didn’t want to assess the damages lest he drove his car straight into the dastardly party if he saw any hint of protrusion. He didn’t; you were fine. You seemed fine, too. You were all-too happy to see him, bragged to him ‘I bet them that you would come pick me up if I called you.’

You told him you missed him, ‘missed niichan so much, he never even bothered to call when he came back to Japan’. Tooru sighed, half part relief, half part guilt. He told you he couldn’t bring you back to his hotel, had to bring you home, because imagine the scandal if he got papped.

It was a lie, he couldn’t give a damn if he got papped, he could easily have explained that it was his own sister; he couldn’t give himself up to the safety of his own enclosed room. His room with no security net of Mum and Dad threatening to barge in, his room where he was free to do whatever he wanted.

He drove you home.

You begged him to pick you up and carry you upstairs, because your feet hurt, they’re so sore from dancing all night. He complied, using all his decade-molded muscles to pull you into his chest and his heart sank to his gut at the realization that you weighed like nothing to him; just like you had when you were younger.

You were bigger now, grown, an adult, but he had grown all the same. It was like a cruel joke— no matter how much you grew, he’d parallel your growth so he would always be just that much stronger than you, that much bigger. The perfect size to protect you. The perfect size to hurt you.

He was directed to his own room rather than yours, with the excuse that yours was too close to the master bedroom, too risky to wake your parents up. His feet moved before his mind could stop him, muscle memory bringing him to the space he’s barely stepped foot in since he was eighteen.

It was too familiar, whole body transcending back to his childhood, back to the innocence of your relationship before he’s tainted it with his twisted perversions. His arms laid you down on his bed, hands finding the straps of your heels to pick off before you thumped back onto his bed, sprawled out and fast asleep.

He’s been staring at your vulnerable placid silhouette splayed on his bed for what feels like minutes, hours. He can’t bring himself to tuck you in, can’t trust his limbs to function how he instructs them to. His skin crawls at the gust of wind kissing the sweat embalming his body, but he doesn’t let himself strip off the suffocating layers. He wants to bask in the physical manifestation of his disgust, nausea, let it remind him of his twisted perversions he can never, ever indulge in.

You shiver, and he jumps. Your tiny body is quivering in chills, begging him to warm it up. He moves with the grace and caution of a robber on the prowl for an expensive jewel, gently snaking his arms under the crook of your knee and top of your spine, lifting you up and away from him like he’s terrified— disgusted, by you.

He lifts the covers and daintily drapes it over the small rise and fall of your chest, pinching the top with only two fingers. A deep breath, a moan, a soft ‘niichan’, and he thinks his heart has stopped completely.

He’s frozen, the hammering in his chest arguing that no, he’s still very much alive, and spares a glance down at you. Your eyelids are fluttering, lips softly pouting, and unmistakably still asleep. He’s mid sigh of relief when he feels a small hand wrap around his arm, and for the second time that night he thinks he’s died.

All the gravity weighing him down disappears as he lets himself be tugged down onto the bed, the weight of his body crushing your tiny one, but he can’t bring himself to move. He’s too scared, he’s horrified.

He can feel two dainty arms loop around his neck and cage his head into the side of your face. He can feel the palpitations in his chest, heart hammering straight into yours, tangling with your soft cadenced beats, reaching in and provoking it to waltz to the same fatal rhythm. He can feel his trousers strain and his blood run cold.

Deep breaths to the count of the tick and tocking of the clock on the wall. He feels blurry, vision blotchy, skin prickling with every flood of blood traveling south. He wills it to stop, begs for it to spare him, he’ll behave, he’ll never let his mind wonder to you ever again, he promises.

God is all merciful, but God has long given up on him. Satan wants to watch his world burn, collapse, and dance in the ashes of his crumbling dignity. It teases him with the hilt of your soft body moving to press into his, crawling into his arms caging you in, willfully entering the den holding a ravenous lion fighting its own fangs.

Your eyes flutter open, gaze finding his with striking precision, and smile. It’s the same smile you’ve given him his whole life, the trust and love carved into every quirk of the lip. It shatters his dignity, stomps on it with childish fervor, and Tooru chokes on the breath coming out.

He feels you nuzzling closer, can feel your hair tickling his chin, and prays for forgiveness to any God willing to listen. None do— he’s too far gone. His hand’s reaching to cradle the back of your head as he plants the softest kiss on your cheek with all the practiced grace of a man begging for salvation.

Your eyes stare straight into his with undeterred conviction, glazed over with equal parts alcoholic daze and pure, unadulterated adoration. There’s not enough oxygen traveling to his brain to justify his actions, no amount of repentance would excuse his sins. His lips press into yours, so gently it feels like a mere ghost of breath, quivering in prayers for forgiveness.

A shift; small warm body squirming under his arms, shuffling closer. It catches the tent between his legs, and his whole body twitches like it’s been stung. He barely chokes down the whimper that threatens to come out.

He can feel your hands locking behind his hair, pulling your body infinitely closer to his, smushing your soft tits into his hard chest as he feels the breath sucked out of him by the Devil himself. There’s no more feigned chastity, all abstinence launched aside as he feels a little tongue prod at his lips. They open to let yours in, sucking on it as if it’ll bring his very breath back.

He doesn’t let himself wonder if it’s okay, he knows it’s not; it’s wrong, so wrong, on so many levels. He’s given up trying to please a Holy deity, Satan can take him whole if it means he can ravish in his sick twisted fantasies. He slots a leg between yours, letting the two pairs tangle and waltz to the symphony of your matching heartbeats, finally synching in a virulent tempo.

Breaths turn to pants, turn to unmistakable moans, and Tooru has to pull back to clamp a hand over your mouth in warning. The imagery of his long slender fingers covering more than half your face sends jolts down his body at the same time he realizes it’s him whining out so desperately.

He looks back at your face, beady, glassy, needy eyes peering back at him in sheer devotion, and he shuts his eyes in pure agony as his heart clenches in pangs of guilt, while his adulterous cock twitches in revelation. The warm soft breaths fan his palm, lips puckering underneath to peck softly at his fingers in hopes of escape; he thinks he might cum untouched.

His hand yanks back in shock, in horror, in disgust. But your hands clasped firmly behind hair pulls him back in, and he whispers out a prayer before a soft, “We can’t.” His eyes bore into yours, begging for mercy, begging you to let him go so he can suffer for his sins.

You don’t respond, not immediately. He feels his face pulled into yours and a distinct moisture building up on his thigh wedged between your much smaller legs. Wet— the suction on his tongue, the grinding on his leg, everything’s wet, and damp, and he thinks his mind might be drowning.

He can hear whines, pitched in desperation, and he’s certain they’re from you this time. His arm moves to grip at your hips, cupping your supple mound to shift it up the sheets and press your cunny against his straining erection. His hips buck on instinct, grazing the drooling slit covered only by a thin piece of cotton.

His mind goes blank, vision patching, and it’s too fast, too much, “please, Tooru-nii”— he’s crying. There’s tears stinging the corners of his eyes while he chokes out a string of ‘no, no, no’. He can’t slow the erratic humps against his lil sister’s cunt, the fingers digging into your hips marking you with patches of blooming purple and green, ‘I love you, niichan’.

It’s a knee-jerk reaction; he yanks his body back, takes sharp inhales of breath, until he can open his eyes to look at you again. Panic and nausea coat his tongue where it once tasted like you, but he’s met with the same look of pure adoration you gave him before he tainted your body with sin.

He realizes your hands are still straining to reach the back of his neck where they were before he wrenched his body away. They’re laying gently on his shoulders, twirling lazily at the strands of his hair curling around the base. Tears are flowing down his cheeks, or maybe it’s one single continuous tear, and his body is wracked with guilty desperation.

There’s no malice in your expression, no accusatory anger, and most of all, no disgust. Your face is painted with bliss, and joy, and love— Tooru snaps.

He’s pushing your shoulders back until they meet his singular pillow, and crawls down to nest in the space between your thighs. Large palms hook under your knees and push back until they touch your shoulders, and he moans when he sees your arms reach out to hook them in place obediently.

He wants to cherish this moment, burn the image into his brain for years to come, however many he’s spared, but his loins burn with years of yearning. He grants himself one glance at your tiny frame spread open for him, revels in the sheer devotion in your eyes, and plunges his face into the drenched cotton covering your core.

You moan out his name in a wanton reaction as he inhales your sweet toxins like he’s trying to drown— he is, he has no reason to live past this moment he sins, no right to live as he indulges in his sick perversions.

He can feel each shake and tremor of your thighs above his head as he sucks and licks at the soaked cotton, rendered nothing but an useless scrap now. Each suck is paired with a deep whine, echoing through his now-barren room. With one swift move he pulls off your panties and let it dangle between your ankles hanging above your bodies. Slick lines drip from the wet rag, stretching to connect back to your drooling pussy.

Five seconds— that’s how long he allows himself to marvel at your leaking slit, lips pink and puckered around the clenching hole. His cockhead drenches through his pants, so painfully hard a soft breath could send him tumbling over.

But he doesn’t allow himself to touch it, it’s not about him; it’s about you. Your devotion, mercy— your sheer, unadulterated, unwavering love for him. It’s about you; you deserve the best, you deserve it all, you deserve someone that’s not him.

He licks up, tongue flat, and slowly follows the dip between your folds until he suctions onto your swollen bud. His lips give it a soft peck, before wrapping around it and enclosing it in the hot heat of his mouth.

He has half a mind to snake his hand up to clamp over your mouth, stop the loud moans and sobs from coming out, but each wail shoots jolts of arousal straight to his leaking dick; he can’t bring himself to shut it down, despite how good you look with his long fingers wrapped around your face.

With every long lap, he pulls more cries out of you, and by the time he prods his tongue into your needy hole, you’re clenching down on him, sucking back on the muscle. You’re close, he can feel it. His tongue fucks into you without any of the mercy you’ve graced him, hips rutting into the bedsheet in tangent to your growing squeals.

The palpitations hammering in his heart synchronizes with the pulse of your cunt, weaving into a fatal rondo before everything stops; his hips, your cries, the air closes in on your writhing bodies as he paints his pants in shame and sin.

He allows his peripherals to roam your body; thighs indented with tiny crescents by your dainty fingers, mouth agape with your cute pink tongue lolling out— he swallows down his guilt, letting it scorch his insides before coating his cock threatening to twitch back to life.

He watches your hands drop down from their determined grip, thumping lightly as they hit his bed. He gingerly folds your legs back onto the flat surface before dipping down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. He can feel your arms shake in attempt to reach out and cuddle him in, but give out to fatigue.

Your eyes flutter closed, lips molding back to that soft smile ever-present in his presence, and he thinks he hears a faint whisper of, ‘I love you, Tooru-nii.’

Placid, limp, he watches as your body loses energy and drains into the mattress below. It slaps him in the face, presents him with a trophy, a golden star stamped with a big fat ‘Sin’ calligraphed on. His world collapses around him, buries him in the debris of his crumbled dignity, and the Devil dances.

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solangelover · 4 years ago

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A Glowing Future

Submission by @satans-little-helper33

This piece takes place right after Nico’s final chapter at the end of Blood of Olympus.

Main Characters: Will Solace and Nico DiAngelo

Solangelo fluff

Nico’s encounter with Eros had cracked him wide open and left him feeling vulnerable and broken, forced to face his own reality and feelings, exposed in front of Jason; he was forced to share his darkest secret for a god’s amusement. Nico now knew he could trust Jason to keep it to himself, though, and he was beginning to realize that in order to crawl out of his self-constructed prison, his barriers first had to be torn down.

The feelings that had haunted him for so long—the shame, the fear, the denial—caused by the mentality of the 1940s he’d grown up in began to fade away.

He was no longer that scared little boy who had been enraptured by the presence of a powerful demigod, and now that he had finally confessed his past feelings to Percy, Nico felt that he could finally move forward.

Hades’s son made his way back down the hill to where Will was waiting for him, wearing scrubs, jeans, and a crooked smile that made his heart skip a beat.

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“Sorry I didn’t come visit you in the infirmary,” Nico said, wearing the hint of a smile.

“It’s alright, I forgive you,” Will Solace said, his mouth set tight but laughter in his eyes, like he was trying to stay mad at Nico and failing.

“You wanted me to stay there--”

“For at least three days. Doctor’s orders.” Will started to lead Nico back toward the infirmary.

“Really, I’m Fine,” Nico began, but then his knees buckled and Will hoisted him back up.

“Uh huh. Right. Let’s get you to a bed.”

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Even after Coach Hedge’s nature magic/sports drink concoction, which had sustained Nico for a while, the arduous task of shadow-travelling the Athena Parthenos across the world had caught up with him again.

When Nico opened his eyes again, he was in the infirmary half sitting, half lying on a piece of furniture that was somewhere between a bed and a stretcher.

“Welcome back to the world of the living,” a familiar voice intoned, “have some ambrosia.”

Will sat on a chair beside the bed; the room of the infirmary he was in was long and lined with similar bed-stretchers, separated by white curtains that shimmered in different colors when they were moved.

Several other beds were occupied with demigods sporting now-relatively-minor injuries left over from the battle with Gaia and the monster army: a daughter of Hecate 2 beds over was glaring at her leg in a cast as if she was insulted by the inconvenience.

Nico turned back to Will, and noticed that beside the bed there was a small table with a baggie of ambrosia squares on it. Nico reached out to pick one up but encountered a familiar problem: his fingers passed right through the baggie and ambrosia, as if he was becoming one with the shadows permanently. His hand appeared fuzzy around the edges, as if he was dissolving.

“Uhh, maybe if I try again--”

Will frowned, then sighed. “This is what happens when you overextend yourself. Here, let me help you.” He picked up a square and held it out to feed Nico.

Nico leaned back. “What are you doing?”

“No arguing. Open up.” Solace said, his tone making it clear that he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

Will took none of Nico’s shit. That was one of the things Nico found most endearing and annoying about him; no matter how hard the son of Hades tried to push him away, Will simply refused to let him.

Nico took the ambrosia, and after a few moments they looked back at his hand, which seemed to be coming back into sharper focus.

“You had me worried there, diAngelo,” Will said, smiling, and briefly gripped his hand to check if it was now solid. Day of the Dead skeletons tapped out a jig in Nico’s chest.

“You were worried...about me?” Nico said, still wrapping his mind around the fact that Will had wanted a death demigod to visit him in the infirmary.

“Get some sleep.” he said, closing the ziplock bag.

“I’m not tired.”

“Well you will be in a second. CLOVIS,” he called out. The calf-like son of Morpheus appeared around the corner and Will told him “we’ve got another stubborn one,” throwing a teasing smile Nico’s way.

Clovis yawned. “I’m all over it,” he said, and--despite Nico’s protests--touched his forehead. The son of Hades drifted off into a deep sleep.

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Nico awoke feeling more rested than he had in weeks.

He quickly sat up, suddenly worried, because the last time he’d felt this rested, he’d been asleep for three days.

Nico stopped a passing Apollo healer.

“How long have I been out??”

The healer scratched his chin, trying to estimate. “About 6 hours?” He walked off.

Will walked into the infirmary, arguing with a Demeter camper; something about herbs and supplies? He turned and spotted Nico.

“Well, good evening, sleepyhead! How was your nap? Feeling better?”

“I think 6 hours is slightly more than a nap.” Nico retorted.

“Well, count yourself lucky that Clovis has learned to control his powers better. A while ago he put a camper out for a week by accident.” Will made his way toward him. “Can you stand?”

“Um, let’s find out.” Nico swung his legs over the bed and got up. Aside from stumbling a little, he was feeling much better. Nico marvelled at the healing powers of sleep.

As if he read his mind, Will said, “Oh yeah, sleep has endless benefits.”

Nico twisted his skull ring. “Hey, I came in here at about noon, which means--”

The conch horn signalling the dinner feast echoed across the valley. Will grinned. “I think that’s our cue.”

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The Half Blood campfire that night still carried with it an aura of elation spurred from disbelief, that they had won the battle against Gaia and made allies with the Romans, and a sort of desperation to feel alive brought about by all of those who had died in the process. Nico felt a pang for Leo, though he had a strange feeling that his death wasn’t as straightforward as it seemed.

Will sat by him at the bonfire, the Apollo cabin on his left and Nico on his right, leaving Nico unsure as to whether Will had sat next to him or his cabin. He chastised himself for hoping that it was the former.

The enchanted flames in the brazier blazed brightly with the energy of the campers, and Nico felt the warmth flare in his heart as he cast a glance at the son of Apollo, the light from the fire reflecting off of his blonde hair.

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Nico lay in his bunk that night after the campfire, staring up at the ceiling of the Hades cabin that was inset with precious stones. He quickly realized that there was no way he was falling asleep any time soon, and he climbed out of bed. The whole room was drenched in liquid shadows, and despite his exhaustion after the journey shadow travelling with the Athena Parthenos, Nico stepped forward and became one with the darkness with ease.

He melted from the shadow of a tree, finding himself by the lakeside at the edge of Camp Half-Blood. A full moon cast a pale glow on the night. Nico walked down to the sand and sat down; the silence was intoxicating, and Nico closed his eyes and listened to the gentle lapping of small waves against the shore. Suddenly he felt something nearby, heard the brush rustle, and wondered whether the cleaning harpies had come to eat him for being out past curfew. Nico drew his Stygian sword, which seemed to pull at the darkness like a magnet, and got ready to defend himself. What actually emerged from the brush was Will, who abruptly spotted Nico’s sword and laughed quietly.

“Expecting a fight?”

Nico quickly sheathed his sword. “What are you doing out here?” He noticed for the first time that Will had something in his hands.

He held up two goblets. “Mind if I join you?”

Will was the only one at camp who was not blatantly wary of him; after several years as an outcast, the effect felt foreign.

Will sat down next to the son of Hades and spoke to one of the goblets--“Pomegranate juice”--and handed it to Nico as the cup filled with garnet liquid.

“Are these--” Nico began.

“Glasses from the dining pavilion? Yeah. I snuck a couple out before dinner ended.” He wore his trademark mischievous smile. “I noticed you asked for pomegranate juice at dinner.” Nico felt his face grow warm as Will turned to his own cup and requested ginger beer. Soon the glass was filled with amber.

“It...reminds me of my mom.” Nico said quietly. “Not Persephone, ironically. When Bianca, my mom, and I...” his voice caught on Bianca’s name “when we lived in New Orleans, I was little, but I remember her giving us pomegranate juice on special occasions. It was a tough thing to find where we lived, so she would only have it on celebrations or...when my dad came to visit. I was just a baby when she was murdered.”

He stared down in silence at his drink.

“It wasn’t your fault, you know. Bianca, your mom, none of it,” Will said gently.

“I know,” Nico muttered, his voice nonetheless doubtful.

Will placed his hand on Nico’s, and he tensed, ready to pull away, but then instead turned his palm up to hold Will’s.

Nico turned his head to look up at Will, his pale blue eyes shining in the moonlight, almost periwinkle, an indiscernible expression on his face.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Will murmured, his gaze taking Nico in. Will looked into his dark eyes as if he could perceive all of him, good and bad, and was still enraptured by what he saw.

Will reached out hesitantly, as if to touch Nico’s face, but stopped before, gaging his reaction, and when the son of Hades didn’t pull away, he brushed the ink-black hair out of his face.

Involuntarily, Nico’s eyes closed and his heart began to race. His life had, for years, been spent more with the dead than the living. No one had touched him tenderly for what felt like eons, not since Bianca, and only now did he realize how starved for physical affection he had been. Not just starved, he thought to himself, afraid of it…

And in that moment he decided that he was not going to be afraid anymore.

Will’s gaze moved from Nico’s eyes to his lips, and he leaned in carefully as if approaching a wild animal. Nico closed the distance, and as their lips met, his life bloomed before him like a chrysanthemum opening layer by layer. Suddenly Nico could see a future before him that wasn’t ruled by death and solitude.

Unnoticed by either of them, a dead mouse at the edge of the forest was brought back to life and scampered off into the trees.

- Alya

@satans-little-helper33

My writing blog: @from-story-to-screen

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allyvampirelass29 · 4 years ago

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Goodnight, Chris McQueen

A NOS4A2 Review By: Allyssa J. Watkins

I love you, Brat I hope you know that....... My biggest fear was becoming my old man Drinkin', philanderin', livin' for nothin' I wanted so much more for my little girl But Babe, I'm just like him A haunted soldier That never came back from the war I tried so hard to make you laugh Just so you didn't see me cryin' Funny names, and stupid jokes I guess, don't band-aid the holes Punched through the walls and in Your mother's heart Jesus, maybe this dad thing Was a cosmic hoax right from the start I love you like a big dog I'd die twice just to give you a hug Before I go, I want you to know I'm proud of my kid I could never do what you did It's like you told your ma You're made of steel, Vic You threw the bottle away You sure as hell didn't need me But you let your broken down dad save the day I ain't half the hero to you though As you are to Wayne Give 'em HELL, Babe Fight the good fight Don't cry over me I won't die as I lived A good for nothin' It's gonna mean somethin' I gotta believe Don't stay here, Brat, trapped in my death scene Remember the good stuff, when they say "Goodnight, Chris McQueen."

In the words of the illustrious Linda McQueen........ "Holy HELL." It's been days, and I've been in a morose fog, only just now emerging, shaking and fighting the tears, even as I write this, half numb, and half agony. I'm shocked, dismayed, and altogether fragile. The second I saw that this episode was going to be called, "Chris McQueen," I couldn't have been more thrilled, and my heart soared, excited! Chris McQueen has SHINED this season, our own resident white knight, slaying Vic's demons, both of the vice, and supernatural variety. It was no mistake, or random shuffle of fate, that her magic bridge led her back to her dad. He's been a gun-wielding, bomb-making, godsend!!! He helped her quit drinking, heartbroken that his little girl had inherited his disastrous coping mechanisms, refusing to let it drown her the way it did him. He's fought at her side, let her lean on him, he's become her safe place. He's given her the best advice about fighting for Lou, choosing her family, and oh yeah, he SINGLEHANDEDLY took on Bing Partridge, not just once, but TWICE!!!

If NOS4A2 has a CHAMPION, a dark horse in the game, it's hands down Chris McQueen. If anyone is deserving of their own personal, entitled episode, it's the vindicated father who did the work, fought like HELL for his redemption, made himself a better person for his daughter. That rush of flooding joy, cooled to wary concern, and hesitant dread, however, when I realized....... This honour could be his final tribute.......

Don't kill Chris McQueen........ I pleaded over and over in my mind, the frantic cry, resounding, even as I pressed play. I hadn't been able to shake that sinister, creeping feeling all day, and when we opened onto Chris at a funeral, my relief flooded in, graciously thankful to see him alive!!! Wait, he looked younger, like WAY younger, even younger than the first season, and oh my god, hold on, whose funeral is this!? Someone died........ my stomach knotting again, trying to figure out who, and we realize that this is Chris, decades ago, speaking at his Dad's funeral.

I loved, and I mean LOVED this opener. It's just so beautifully real, and one hundred percent Chris McQueen, as he muses about his father's life, and his own, and how the two came to mirror each other. He's funny, irreverent, vulnerable, and by the end, absolutely heartbreaking. It's a searing portrait of a broken man, and everything that caused his life to fracture, every death, that made him wish he was never born.

"When I came back from the gulf, I finally understood why he was pissed off all the time, because he knew there was no reason for him to born, and that nobody was going to give a shit when he died."

Chris' voice cracks, and my eyes sting, because I feel it, his greatest fear, and I know he's not just talking about his father, he's talking about himself, effectually delivering his own eulogy, and again I implored the fates...... Don't kill Chris McQueen.

Aaaaaaaaah, and HELLO Baby Vic!!! Oh my gosh, she's so precious, about eight years old, frowning as her father speaks, huddled close to her mother, and then when Chris becomes too overwhelmed with his anger and emotions to go on, tearing out of the church, she frantically chases after him, calling for him!!! Even then, she was her daddy's girl!!! Once again, I must COMMEND NOS4A2 for choosing the perfect miniature of our badass leading lady, because this girl is the very IMAGE of Ashleigh, and it was such a joy to see her fierce features, and resolve, in a dear little face!!! More Baby Vic, PLEASE!!!

Flashforward to the present day, and Team McQueen is ready and raring to hit the road. I loved this entire scene. The love between her and Lou as she tells him goodbye, and says, "I'm going to go get our boy." An achingly beautiful moment, these two give me life, and have become my FAVOURITE couple on the show!!! I may have been purely Team Drew Butler, Season One, but now I can't imagine our beautiful badass without her Teddy Bear Man, and I ship McCarmody so freaking hard!!! Vic revs the Triumph's engine, testing it, gearing up with her Dad, and it hits me....... She doesn't have to hide it, sneak away to go do her Creative Hero thing, he accepts her for exactly who she is, believes in her gift enough to go with her. For the first time..... Vic McQueen isn't riding alone........

Linda is an absolute rollicking delight, emphatic in her protest, and I have just come to LOVE her so much!!! "I don't know about this Vicki, taking explosives across a magical bridge IN THE RAIN!!!!" God BLESS this woman, she's so maternal here, and I love it, I see how much she's changed, becoming this mother and ex wife even, that isn't afraid to express her feelings and doubts, no longer shackled by the fear that she's destined to be alone.

"You're my only kid, Vicki, My Baby."

"You know me, Ma, made of steel, remember?"

Awwwwww oh my gosh, so freaking CUTE, and for the first time, they feel like a real family, The McQueen Clan on a Mission, slaying psychotic kidnappers, and rescuing lost children, becoming the family business. Linda's still unsure, hurrying after Chris and Vic, still thinking they're both CRAZY, when she sees it for the first time....... Her eyes widen impossibly, as a rickety, wooden, covered bridge, appears on the street in front of them, and her reaction is EVERYTHING we've been waiting for, I found myself, leaping off the couch, cheering as she says it. "Holy HELL!!!"

Chris' childlike wonder, as he looks up into the dark eves, and watches the bats flutter, the Triumph roaring through the beams of breaking light, weaving in and out of shadow, is such a joy to behold. He believed in it, believed in her, even without seeing, and it means that much more to Vic, you can tell. It's also symbolic, Vic sharing her world with her father, bringing him into her inscape, fighting the good fight TOGETHER, both soldiers. I loved it, every second.

Surprise, surprise, when they roll up to the junkyard, Bing Partridge isn't dead, because some cockroaches just won't DIE!!!! Like an AVENGING ANGEL, Chris McQueen is all of us, flying off that bike, and assailing Bing with murderous fury, backhanding his stupid face with the gun, over and over, impaling him deeper with the protruding rod, and I swear, I wanted to run to him, and HUG him so tightly, so freaking PROUD!!!! THANK YOU, CHRIS MCQUEEN!!!

"Where is he, you SICK, Son of a BITCH!?!?"

"HE CAN'T HELP US IF HE'S DEAD!!!!!"

Vic screams at her father, angrily chastising this good and proper beating that has been a LONG time coming!!!! I'm sorry, isn't that how ANY sane person would react to a sadistic, murdering, rapist whose made their life a LIVING HELL!? What gives, Victoria!? Chris falls back, as confused as I was, and then shakes his head, as he apologizes vehemently, which Vic is having none of. She's AWFUL to her father from this moment forward, rude and spiteful, blaming him for everything, and as much as I love the girl, in this unjust punishment, she REALLY lives up to her nickname, Brat.

This Kids Glove approach to Bing Partridge is MADDENING enough to make me PSYCHOTIC!!! BING. IS. EVIL. Say it with me, NOS4A2!!!! It's like they are hellbent on redeeming the ONE character that is beyond saving, a man that even God, himself, would look at reviled, and say, "Get thee behind me, SATAN!!!" Last week they failed, first through the deus ex machina epiphany, and then through the attempted murder/suicide, so they tried even harder, using a meeker approach, making him say manipulative propaganda like, "I wish I'd never met Mr. Manx, because then Vic McQueen would still be my friend." and "I'm all alone in here, and it's really scary." Ughhhh somebody, anybody, put us out of our misery, and put one right between his beady little rat bastard eyes.

I almost understand Tabitha's need to keep things professional, and speak to Bing, in a reassuring way that reaches his simple, monosyllabic mind. I get that beating the living hell out of him like he so obviously deserves isn't an option for her, but this man is a HEINOUS criminal, who's kidnapped kids, drugged and raped their mothers, KILLED both of his parents, not to mention TORTURED Charlie within an inch of his life, only just last week!!!! But by ALL MEANS, Vic, go HOLD HANDS WITH HIM, and see if that will help get your son back!!!! Cringe.

I HATED this, so, so, SO much!!! Bing was her friend, he betrayed her, violated the trust between them, became her worst nightmare, shot at her, traumatized her, duct-taping her to a chair, she should HATE him, despise the sight of him far more than Charlie Manx!!! I CRAVED a reckoning, even if it was just a verbal assault. But no, instead, Vic decides to play nice, and I get that most of it was an act to convince him to help her get her son back, but I could also feel NOS4A2's misguided hand in her actions. Look, see, even Vic can find the good in Bing!!!! Sigh. Not gonna lie, I was going to scream bloody murder if she said she forgives him!!!

Good Cop pays off, however, and Bing, desperate for Vic's forgiveness, reveals there is one more stop before Christmasland, one last chance to grab Wayne, when he gets out of the Wraith at Sleigh House to hang his ornament. It's a dawning revelation, intel quintessential to their success, and for once they know where Charlie is going to be, before he gets there, and can lay a trap for him and his indestructible car. I hate the way they arrived at the information though, I'd have much preferred to see Bing suffer for his sins, and the whole interaction is just so laughably implausible. I will say this however, there was a rather BEAUTIFUL line in this scene that Bing couldn't begin to deserve, but I LOVED it all the same. "I miss the person I thought you were." My god, that's powerful.

"Chris McQueen," is a STELLAR episode, full of beautiful lines like this, including my FAVOURITE thing that Maggie has EVER said to Vic, which perfectly exemplifies their eccentric friendship!!! "I'd shank a thousand assholes for your mopey ass!!!" YES!!! I LOVE THAT SO MUCH!!! I will say though, that I was SHOCKED at how cool Vic was with Maggie's scary new trick of hurting herself to use her powers, sans seizures. I thought she was going to kick her butt for that!!! I'm really worried, Guys, this is a dangerous addiction, that's going to be the hardest one yet for Mags to quit!!! The break-up with Tabitha was bittersweet, but it did not come as a shock to me. They'd been drifting apart for awhile now, and I feel like Maggie was so scared of losing her, that she was afraid to be herself. "I want to live in the real world all the time." For me, that was the nail in the coffin, having only heard it about a thousand times myself. Maggie will always be living in two worlds, and whoever she's with MUST accept that. They love each other, yes, but they just want different things. I do respect Tabitha so much for not demanding that Maggie give up her tiles, threatening to leave her if she didn't. She'd rather let Maggie go be herself, be happy, than try to stifle her, shove her into that hateful, constricting little box called normal.

Vic continues to be petty, and spiteful towards her father, treating him WAY too harshly, punishing him, when he's done nothing but fight for her, a literal action HERO, avenging Wayne, and kicking ASS!!! It hurt my soul, and I could see the pain in his eyes, thinking he'd failed her, apologizing again, just wanting her forgiveness. The second scene at the McQueen house is a far less fuzzy one, as she forbids her father to come with her, placing all the blame of every bad thing that's happened thus far on his shoulders, and she cuts him with razor edged words, saying the worst thing that she could have possibly said in that moment, something truly unforgivable, that I already know she will spend the rest of her life, regretting.

"I lived eight years of my life without you, Dad, and I can just as easily do it again." She sneers, and even Linda stares, aghast. "Vicki, no, you don't mean that!!!"

I felt the pangs in my heart, stunned that she could be that vicious to her own father, after all he's done for her, getting sober, changing his whole life, hell, getting HER sober!!! Linda is again so adorable, insisting she take Chris with her, like "Vicki let your father play on your magical bridge, if he wants!!!" not wanting him to feel left out, and while I want more father/daughter explosive awesomeness, I'm conflicted whether or not he should go. If he stays here...... he's safe. Eventually Linda's persuasion wins out. "Don't let your anger towards your father, keep you from getting back Wayne." With a frustrated sigh, Vic shoves a black helmet in Chris' hands, and we're off to the races again. "Bring them home," Linda whispers sweetly, embracing him tight, and as they hug, I get the most sinking feeling that it's for the last time. Dont...... Don't kill, Chris Mcqueen.

Vic and Chris work in silence, once they get to the charred foundation of Sleigh House in Colorado, burying the handmade bombs, and finally Chris can't take it anymore. "Is this how you want it, Brat?" He asks her, heartbroken, and Ashleigh's acting is PHENOMENAL, as she breaks down and reveals the truth behind her unprovoked animosity.

"It's easier to be mad at you, than to blame myself."

"None of this is your fault. Charlie Manx is not your fault."

"I want to forgive you, because if I don't, how can Wayne ever forgive me. But I can't just let myself off the hook!!!"

It's not entirely a make-up, but it's an important conversation, something she's been wrestling with for a long time. Chris is again AMAZING, consoling her, easing her guilt, even while she's the one that's been impossible. Again Vic, I love you, but your father did the absolute RIGHT thing, and he's the only one that did right by Bing, as far as I'm concerned.

Maggie and Lou join the dynamite father/daughter duo in Colorado, and I LOVED all of their scenes together, the two people in this world that Vic McQueen loves most, and there's something magical about it, something iconic, seeing all three of them together, the Creative Dream Team, united in their crusade against Charlie Manx.

"Every one of these ornaments represents a kid in Christmasland, lost forever. Do you think there's a way to get them back? The other kids?"

WHEN SOULS FALL.

Maggie stares down, perplexed at the tiles, as she arranges them, revealing to the oracle this cryptic, mysticism, and I myself, could NOT breathe. Holy SMASH. Ever since the end of, "Gunbarrel," where Vic wanders through the trees outside Sleigh House, frowning at them, the hundreds of glittering ornaments, swaying in the wind, glowing as she drew near, I just knew...... I KNEW the souls of the Lost Children, were trapped inside each and every one of them, and this suspicion was ever further confirmed, when she found Bradley's canoe ornament, broken open on the ground, after he burnt up in the Wraith. My prediction? To turn the kids back, they have to smash every single one of these ornaments, and only then can the escaped souls return to their vampire shells, and make them human again. The minute a child hangs an ornament, the transformation is complete.

I also LOVED the transcendent scene between Vic and Millie, a scared little girl, in over her head, calling, pleading through the static, and I couldn't help but MARVEL at how much has changed between them. Last Season Millie Manx was very much her father's daughter, cruelly taunting Vic, on her father's behalf, even appearing to her while she was awake, stabbing her with an invisible sword. Now, she calls out to her to be her saviour, her father's greatest enemy, the iron wrought armour of her inherited hatred falling away, and Vic sees her as she always was, not a hollowed out demon spawn, but just a frightened little girl that needs to be set free. I was also THRILLED that dear little Millie imparted the knowledge that Charlie CANNOT die, else all the children, including his daughter, will die with him. Vic abhors Charlie with a screaming vengeance, but now that she knows his death comes at the cost of every child he's ever taken, she won't kill him, she CAN'T kill him, because then all of this, everything she's fought so hard for, bled for, would be for nothing.

The final act is both the thrilling BEST and the incoherent WORST of the episode, as the chaotic music ominously heralds our man's arrival. Charlie Manx, cutting a dashing, imposing silhouette, dark against the hazy dusk, exits the Wraith, turning every which way, striking in profile, floating smoothly across the front of the car, to let Wayne out. I loved this aesthetic, Charlie moving swiftly through the mist and dying light, rising as the threatened dark, enclosing. It's beautiful, and serves two clever purposes. One, to shroud our debonair dark menace in all the more intrigue and mystery, and the other, to conceal just how bad Wayne's gotten. Charlie clasps his hands around Wayne's shoulders lovingly, the picture of paternal pride, and my heart caught, seeing Wayne in the cast light, his boyish curls, frayed and almost white, his skin covered in white blue veins, every one of his teeth, coming to a sharp point.

"Go on, My Boy, it's time to hang your ornament," Charlie chortles handing Wayne the CUTEST little gray, baby bat ornament, I have ever seen, urging him forward. "Choose any branch you like, just make sure it's a SPECIAL branch," Charlie crows, and my heart melts, so in love with both of them, and the way Charlie dotes on him, knowing that while this began as a revenge plot, Charlie has come to love and favour Wayne, like the son he never had. "Don't dilly dally," He warns adorably, with an eyebrow raise, and even this mild scold is too precious for words.

Charlie waits by the Wraith, already nervous, as little Wayne disappears into the grove of trees. I LOVED the Wraith's ADORABLE warning system, as it flashes danger, the car horn honking, and even more I loved Charlie's distressed reaction to it, hurrying over, brow knit, like a father racing to tend to and protect his frightened child. Can I just have this impossibly PERFECT man, that darling little curly-haired boy, and this pretty, shiny car, PLEASE!?!?

"Smart Car," I whisper to myself, as the Wraith senses Vic's presence, and the waiting bombs beneath the ground. Charlie, alarmed, jumps back into his car, to seek out what's got the Wraith in such a tizzy, racing away, and leaving young Wayne behind. If there was ever a time, to save Wayne, it is NOW!!! NOW, Maggie, grab him NOW!!!! Here's where things start to unravel for me as far as character motivation and realistic ability is concerned. Yes, I get that Wayne's appearance is terrifying for her, that she doesn't know what she's walking into as she approaches him, but there is NO WAY Margaret Leigh, Oracle Extraordinaire, Hourglass SLAYER, would just cower, and watch as Wayne hangs his ornament. Nope, sorry. Wayne isn't even all the way a vampire yet, he's in transition, and the FEARLESS girl that I know and love, would have grabbed him, reassured him, while she wrested the ornament from his hands, and SMASHED it!!! Wayne's soul flies back into his body, crying as he clings to his Aunt Mags, Charlie is thwarted, and everybody lives happily ever after. End Scene.

But no, Maggie, in an uncharacteristic move, waits until Wayne has ALREADY hung his ornament, and then approaches him fearfully. I will admit I was a little nervous too..... Wayne, Darling, NO BITING Aunt Maggie!!! Wayne bares his vampire teeth, and raises his vampire claws in an adorable scare, with the cutest little growl ever, laughing cheerfully as he chases Maggie through the trees, clearly thinking it's a game.

Meanwhile, Charlie bristles as he sees the glowing headlights of Vic's motorcycle up ahead, piercing through the descended dark. His annoyance is obvious, but you can almost sense his secret excitement, at having one last chance to kill her.

"Gunning for Mother of the Year?" Charlie scoffs, amused, looking hot as hell behind the Wraith, clenching the steering wheel, his head down, eyes narrowed and full of smouldering, black intent. It's a FANTASTIC face-off, as the Wraith screams down into the open field, Chris pressing HARD on the detonator, and the first bomb goes off in a spray of dirt and billowing smoke. Again here's where I found myself more than a little bit incredulous, wondering WHAT THE HELL IS THE WRAITH MADE OF!?!? I even giggled to myself, remembering what Chris had said. "I don't care if he's in a GOD DAMNED tank!!!" The Wraith remains unscathed, the gleaming black paint, not so much as scratched, as a second bomb, and then a third go off beneath it, to no detriment. Really!? The Wraith is NOT a tank, it's not even armoured, and while yes, it's a supernatural entity, it CANNOT DEFY THE LAWS OF PHYSICS!!! Baby, I'm sorry, I'm so don't want to see you harmed, but you put a blast beneath that undercarriage, it is going to send that car FLYING, flipping it over at the very least!!!

Back in the grove of trees, Wayne, still chasing Maggie, stops cold when Lou calls out to him.

"Dad..... is that you?" THANK GOD, I cry out tearfully, as Wayne recognizes him, and in a very human moment, runs and hugs his father so tight, snuggling his little head to his shoulder, Lou sighing relieved, as he holds his son at last. Happy tears become angry ones, however, and at first I was LIVID with Wayne, horrified as he sinks his tiny little fangs into Lou's shoulder, biting him hard. DON'T BITE YOUR FATHER!!!!! Why, Wayne, WHY!? But the second time I watched this episode, I noticed something soooo very important. Wayne doesn't show any signs of hostility, poses NO threat, UNTIL the first bomb goes off. This is NO coincidence. Charlie, you're too clever for your own good!!! I suspect, that once the transformation is complete, and the kids are connected to Father Christmas, they can sense when he's in danger, and their innate attack instinct takes over!!! Freaking brilliant, and yet also terrifying!!!

Vic curses under her breath, her foot slamming on the gas, helplessly, as the Triumph won't start, her knife failing her, as the Wraith, screams at her like a shot bullet, promising vengeance, and Charlie smirks, sadistic, knowing he's about to end this....... "Say Goodnight, Vic McQueen."

My heart clenches in my chest, barely breathing, the tears flooding my vision, watching through blurry eyes, knowing what he's going to do, before he even does it. Chris McQueen hurtles himself in front of Vic, selflessly sacrificing his life for hers, and the Wraith runs him over, crushing the back of his legs. as he collides with it. I screamed, I sobbed, and shook violently, stunned because my prayers had been answered....... Chris McQueen, has miraculously SURVIVED. He's alive...... he's alive...... I whisper, reassuring myself. While he's far from okay, surely suffering two crushed legs, unable to move, I'm just so happy to see him still breathing, still fighting.

"Perfect timing, Wayne," Charlie snickers, Vic screaming, "NO!" as Wayne hops back into the car. This is it, this is the moment, where it all goes so wrong. Charlie's holding all the cards, he's got Wayne in the car, he's subdued Vic and her father, neither of them can so much as move, and he listens, drinking in their anguished cries. All he had to do was drive away....... It was over. It was SUPPOSED to be over.

"Chris McQueen, a disappointment of a man, just like your father," Charles snarls, and I AM BEGGING him to stop, bawling, pleading frantic, my terrified voice shrill. "BABY NO!!!! BABY STOP!!! DON'T KILL CHRIS, PLEASE GOD, CHARLIE!!!!!" Tapping into a darkness, donning a heartlessness, unbecoming of our gentleman villain, Charlie looks Vic in the eye, as he does it, snapping Chris' neck with lethal force, killing him purely out of spite. The episode ends with her broken, mournful sob, and Chris' slain gaze, his eyes still full of tears, staring blankly at the camera.

My pain is deafening, my sorrow beyond all hope of any coherent expression as NOS4A2 suffers its greatest loss to date. It's an empty gesture, a callous act, uncharacteristic of the man that I love with all my heart, but who has hurt me something profound with this senseless murder. In what kind of CRUEL world, does an innocent man, who sacrifices himself for his daughter, who fought for eight years to be the kind of father she deserved, have to die, while an indecent evil like Bing Partridge gets to live!? Charlie, HOW could you!? This...... There's no honour in this. Charlie kills only as a last resort, and only in defense, he has a strict moral code, and is vehemently against violence without cause. This was unfeeling, unnecessary, and soulless. Yes, he knew Chris was a bad father from before, but surely in witnessing the valiant manner in which he'd flung himself in front of the car, with no thought for his own life, Charlie would have found him redeemed, he would have seen a father who'd do anything to protect his daughter, not so different from himself, and he would have felt SOMETHING!!!

Goodnight, Chris McQueen. You fought the good fight, you changed and made things right, and now at last you can find peace....... My heart is so heavy, I can't hold it, and crying here, I want him to know how wrong he was, thinking nobody would mourn him when he died. A thousand cry out, stricken with grief. Husband, Father, White Knight Redeemed, here lies Chris McQueen, a HERO who didn't die for nothing.........

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@blind-mutant here we go!! For anyone else who reads this, this is uhhh an au??? Based off a fic I wrote for Devin's birthday in which Rhys lives a happy life with Wulf, Sal, Pascal, Lace, Mahogany and Dae! They also have a ton of babies (the carrier for all of these is Mahogany, they're still trying to get Sal to have a baby for them to coddle during all this) and here are some headcanons (tho core details like appearance, names, powers aren't decided since I want it to be a duo thing to share).

Malf (Wulf x Mahogany)

Oldest baby since Wulf is incredibly fertile

Big baby. Mahogany had quite a few worried boys around them when they got close to their due date and Baby themself got Mahogany exhausted.

So for the first few weeks it was the boys mostly taking care of Baby while Mahogany rested.

Spent the past six months being carried by Wulf before the last month was spent with only Dae being allowed to go near because he doesn't smell of much. Mahogany could only stand him and it made Dae cry every time.

Ate a LOT of meat since they were already the size of a one year old despite Mahogany being carrying for six months.

Screamed any time they were left alone and thus someone had to be in the room with them or holding them.

Even without powers,,,,ridiculously strong,,,dragged a chair with Sal still sitting on it and they were only a year and a half.

Angwy lil bab when the twins were born. Father crew had to keep an eye on them because Pascal launched out of bed one morning (throwing Rhys across the bed by accident) and caught Baby dragging the twins out to the woods,,,and then spent another hour holding a wailing Baby over it.

Wild Child. The kid who screams "FA!" and comes running in with a snake they found before announcing that they were bitten excitedly.

Wants stories all the time and everything they get told depends with "That's not what Auntie Edith/Uncle Mordecai says!"

Had very weird body proportions where they're skinny look but has big ass hands and feet,,,,like Michael from tma.

Stomps everywhere.

Ridiculously tall when grown. Gets yelled at by Rhys or Sal and they have to squat to be at eye level.

Kinda neurotic about keeping packs together and self obessed idea of being the next Alpha. Starts a few fights with Mahogany that leaves them both scarred, much to the worry of everyone else.

Rhogal (Rhys x Mahogany/x Pascal?)

Mahogany got pregnant when Wulf Baby was two.

No one knew who's this one was and automatically assumed Rhys because pale and one was blind.

But then Lace openly wondered if they worked like a cat and could have multiple fathers and then doubts settled in.

Did not help that Baby Two would start giggling ominously before something bad happned.

Anyway, easier birth! Less stress and less muching if you don't include Wulf Baby's attempts at getting rid of them.

Smol, got carried around by Rhys a lot and could fit into Wulf's palms which made some knees weak.

Generally didn't seem much trouble at first but then it Began.

Pls Baby One, let go of the spoon, I swear you'll get more meat mush in a second- oh my god where did Baby Two go????

Lots of rushing around looking for Satan before Baby Two would just calmly pad in with a dead dove or napping in Alpha's hair.

Twins need to hold AT LEAST a body part of someone. Sal's hands?? Wulf's hair??? Rhys's feet when asleep??? It'll do. Especially if it makes Papa Rhys scream funny.

Sal shows them the shining twins and still getting punished for it to this day I hear.

Asks a lot of questions that seem emotional and gut punching. Baby One asks Wulf if they're monsters when being tucked into bed, Baby Two cheerfully asks Dae what's gonna happen if he dies at the family breakfast.

Absolutely ride or die and everyone and no one knows if they can change sizes because no one sees them as adults together strangely enough.

Rarely fights but when they do??? Oh its BIG. To the point where Mahogany has to pull a big scary move that makes everyone step back.

One twin is so gross like, Lilo licking Nani level, but no one knows until it's too late.

Scared of fires but urge to arson is terribly strong in these babies.

Wulf Baby hated them and then it got worse because you had two tiny terrors annoying and bullying Wulf Baby lowkey for months.

Lagni (Lace x Mahogany)

Wulf Baby is 4, the twins are 2 and Lace Baby is a wee bab!

Dad Squad is getting to be experienced, knows to set up a den in the bedroom, only Dae and babies can go near them in the last month and Wulf Baby is VERY proud of being able to play at Alpha and look after their carrier.

Lace Baby was....surprisingly normal at first and ok no one expected that but no one was going to argue since they all knew how powerful Lace was when off his meds.

Things were fine! But then a few weeks and,,,,Mahogany was sweating and Sal wouldn't stop bleeding and being sick and Rhys got surrounded by his shadows and isolated. Lace cried later that night.

Still! They got around it and Carter helped out by telling the government that he had a second child and they got some medication for Lace Baby to have in order to calm them down, at least until they could be taught some control.

Quiet but....weirdly attentive?? A month old and yet nodded when asked questions. Prodigy baby, Wulf says proudly.

Likes sitting near their fathers and getting hobbies. Lace was strict in telling Rhys he wasn't allowed to scare people and luckily Lace Baby just picked up music from him.

Likes brawling with Wulf Baby and is seemingly durable so more than once Pascal has yelled because Wulf Baby tossed a giggling Lace Baby across the room with one hand.

Addicted to hanging out with cousin Logan to the point where they have been a bit rude and blown off their own siblings. Got a big fight about it that ended up with Baby One sulking with their head in Rhys's lap and sniffling.

Wants to move out but not in a bad way just....wants to study and learn about what they are, what their PACK is. Begs Uncle Abara to teach them demon stuff.

Accent changes with who they speak to. Has a stutter with Dae before switching to rough Irish when begging to go hunting.

Likes to stray from family but the slightest thing that upsets them?? Comes home sobbing to their parents, half of which only teach their shoulders now.

Cried easily? Medication made them have swings and some time Rhys said something and they cried and he still feels bad about it years later. Wulf is confused because all Rhys said was that they can't take a sword to school.

Likes making charts and playing games that Dae.

Burns themself out a lot and that causes worry for the family when they're eight and suddenly passing out after chasing after Mahogany.

Secretly keeps and cuddles a sweater from one of the parents and sleeps with it. Mortified if anyone found out about their blankie.

Mahl (Sal x Mahogany)

Wulf Baby is 5, the twins are 3 and Lace Baby is 1!

No one actually knew this time Mahogany was pregnant because the bump was so small and they weren't eating as much. Really, Mahogany started craving sweeter stuff and ate sap and honey for 6 months instead of meat.

Therefore, this is the one baby Mahogany finally got to have in the middle of nowhere and came back with late afternoon. Sal passed out immediately.

S m o l. Literally kitten sized. But had a perfect affinity for sound and therefore had the horrifying gift for copying voices. More than once they were woken up to Sal Baby screaming like an adult man and one time they woke up to Pascal's own voice screaming back at him.

Suckles a lot and this was cute until they grew teeth Mahogany has sharp teeth, Sal has blocky teeth. Baby has jagged teeth. Also the only baby who didn't eat meat but rather drank honey for months on end before finally eating meat.

Everyone thought Sal hated them because he never spoke to them until he finally sighed after a crying session and ruffled their hair and called Baby "Snuffle-Truffles". Wulf cried.

Didn't move for ages until Rhys didn't hold them one day after everyone ELSE did and Sal Baby finally got up and passed after him for their daily shadow dad cuddles.

Smol but f a s t. Scaled a wall in less than a minute and the wall was high enough that it takes about three minutes to hurry if you aren't a giant noodle who can litreally climb up.

Baby can touch Dae safely and that's because he woke up scremaing when Baby Sal was found suckling on his fingers and was....perfectly fine. There was a lot of crying.

Wants to Dance(Tm) but,,,,clumsy dancer. Has the legs of a chunky chicken wing to baby deer.

Baby of the family and they know it. Has some health issues later and VERY wild physical changes later on in life.

Mahogany is still bothering Sal about carrying a baby or two because they wanna coddle but haha what are the chances of that happening,,,,,:3 :3 >:3

Lace Baby is the teen that dumps their parents and Sal Baby is the teen that is mortified by the amount of baby pictures.

#headcanon #blind-mutant #the living stardust (sal)#the monster of forgotten midnights (mahogany)#he speaks of holy fates (pascal)#riding the wild winds (wulf)#diamond of the rough (dae)#he will set your fears free (lace)#uhhh poly verse?#Big fam verse?#idk yet but tell me what you think and feel free to thow ideas at me!!!#i feel like if Sal did have babies too if would be when Sal Baby is ten or older #when he definitely feels more comfortable and secure about his family and the sheer amount of mother henning that'll come #sksksk cue pack babies rushing home for Sibling Rights

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themoonandotherslikeit · 5 years ago

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What the Rain Can’t Wash Away- Chapter 3

*FINAL PIECE IN THE LOOK IN HER EYES TRILOGY*

Sixteen years after Lucifer rose, and Dean lost his wife he finds himself with a teenager, a Nephilim, an angel, and his brother living out a Full House rerun with some seriously dark undertones. How will he be able to raise his daughter, fight monsters, and deal with the loss of the love of his life? Sometimes moving on is the hardest part, but with the Winchester’s there’s always something harder around the corner. Isn’t there?

Chapter Three, The Hero Always Gets a Beer

Ella

“What about demon blood, Uncle Sam?”

Sams eyes widened, his jaw hanging open. “What did you say?”

“Seriously? Stop with the lies, Sam! What do you mean demon blood?”

“You heard me? El you just.. you read my thoughts.” He reached for me, but I shrugged him off.

“What? No you must’ve whispered it.”

“I didn’t.”

I wanted to argue, to scream, to throw things, but there was no point. I knew he was telling the truth. “Uncle Sam what’s happening to me?”

“Hey, its okay,” he said, pulling me into a hug. “Don’t worry.”

I was worried. I was fucking terrified. I let go, I let myself cry into his t-shirt. I mourned for my innocence, for the loss of my mother, and for Dad. How was he going to look at me when he found out?

“It’s not okay,” I whispered quietly. “How can it be?”

Sam grabbed my face in his hands. “We will go talk to Dean together. He will understand,” he promised.

“No,” I said standing up, wiping my eyes aggressively. “I can’t. I can’t.” I sucked in my breath. “He has enough on his plate with Michael. I can’t put another thing on his plate.”

“Hey, listen to me,” Sam said gently. “That’s how we felt with our Dad growing up. He does not want you to feel that way, El. I promise. He will want to know.”

I searched Sams face for an answer. For any kind of indication that he was lying to me, but he wasn’t. I knew he wasn’t. I sucked in my breath and wiped my eyes again with the back of my hand. “Fine. Fine lets tell him. What’s the worst that could happen?” He hates me and throws me in the coffin instead.

Dean

I laid on my bed with my headphones on, blasting music trying my best to drown out Michaels screams within my head. I could feel him banging, throwing things, screaming. He was close to breaking out, breaking through. I knew he was. We were running out of time. I clamped my eyes shut. Shut up you dumb fucker, I am so sick of listening to you!

There wasn’t anything left to do. I’d have to tell them, Sam and El, Cas and Jack... it was time to say goodbye. I opened my eyes to see Sammy standing in my doorway, waving. I pulled off my headphones, letting them rest around my neck before I clicked pause on my phone. “Sup?”

“Dude, you’re going to go deaf if you listen that loud.”

I shrugged. “I’ll just ask Eileen for signing advice. It’ll give her some more excuses to hang around here,” I said flippantly. “What do you want?”

“We need to talk to you about something, if you’ve got a minute.”

I tilted my head, seeing my daughter hiding behind Sams tall frame. “Huh. Yeah sure come on in,” I said, fully sitting up.

Nel slowly drug herself into the room, she was wringing her hands and avoiding my eyes. “Eleanor what’s wrong?” I asked, eyeing her.

“What?” Her eyes shot up, wide and alarmed.

“I said... what’s wrong? You look freaked.”

“I... I don’t know.” She started to sniffle, and her eyes darted to Sam.

“Hey, none of that. ‘Mere,” I said, opening my arms. I watched my daughter slowly walk to me, unlike how she’d done when she was little, running and leaping. She always knew I’d catch her then, but this time something was different.

She hesitated and hovered near the edge of my bed. “Okay one of you two talk, now,” I snapped, looking between them.

“Nel is having visions, Dean,” Sam said carefully.

“What?” I asked, even though I suspected. Even though I knew.

“Like me,” Sam said carefully. “And she read my thoughts.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to gather my thoughts. Fuck this is not what I need right now! Can’t we just deal with one problem at a time?

“Dad?” Nel squeaked.

I turned to her to see her eyes filled with tears. “Hey, no, don’t do that.”

Her lip trembled and she shook her head. She turned to Sam. “I told you this was a bad idea.” She pushed past him before turning to me. “I’m sorry that I’m a problem. I didn’t want to tell you. I wanted to deal with it alone. Just forget we said anything.” She pushed out of my room, slamming the door behind her.

“I... fuck.” I rubbed my face. “Well, shit you weren’t kidding.”

“She read your mind?”

“Evidentially,” I sighed. “God, I just can’t stop fucking up, can I?”

Sam shrugged. “I should’ve talked to you alone.”

“Why’d she come to you about it anyway?”

“I think because she was worried about you having that exact reaction.” Sam laughed humorlessly.

“Yeah,” I grunted. “You’re probably right,” I sighed. “Sammy its getting bad. Michael... I can’t keep him contained, and now this.”

“She was wondering if she could help you,” Sam said, leaning against the wall eyeing me. “That was one of the first things she asked me.”

“Well, that isn’t happening.”

Sam shrugged. “I don’t want her to do it either, Dean. I’m just saying, I don’t think she’s going to let you go into that coffin. I don’t think I will.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re not going to let my teenage daughter drink demon blood to expel an Arch Angel out of my head. You have to promise me that you’ll have my back on this Sam. I’m going in that coffin. By the end of the week I’ll be under water. You’re gonna have to deal with this psychic shit. Keep it in check... don’t let her...”

“What? Go dark side? Pull a Sam?”

“Well, yeah.” I shrugged. “Not really the time for pleasantries, Sammy.”

Sam pursed his lips. “I won’t let her be destructive, Dean. She’s my kid too,” he said quietly.

And she was. She belonged to all of us. Sam singlehandedly taught her how to read. Cas would show her the beauty in the world, in the flowers and the bugs. I’d stay up with her when she had a nightmare, because lets be honest... I was having them too. She was our daughter, the three of ours. “It’s fucking killing me thinking about leaving her,” I admitted. “But... at the same time.” I sucked in my breath. “Then maybe I won’t have to miss Ave so much,” I said quietly, my voice dropping. “Maybe it all won’t have to hurt so fucking much.”

“You realize you’re not going to be asleep in there, right?” His eyebrows came together. “He’s going to keep you awake for years, Dean. Forever.”

I shrugged. “Left to day dream about the good old days.”

“Sure. Deflect, whatever,” Sam grunted. “Guess I’ll go talk to Nel. Calm her down.”

I shook my head. “Stop, man.”

“No! Fuck! You stop! Stop pretending you aren’t afraid! Stop acting like this isn’t all a big deal. Stop acting like you aren’t her Dad. Like you can just check out. Like that.” Sam snapped his fingers. “And then everyone can just forget. As if I could make half the impression on her that you do. Neither of us are Ava, but you are the only real parent she has left. And fuck if you insist on running out on her, can you at least do the job until you’re gone?”

I wince. “Damn, Sammy. Goin for the jugular,” I sighed. “You’re right. Bout all of it.” I tossed my headphones to the side and stood up. “I got her.”

I pushed past Sam and walked down the hall to her room. I knocked a few times before poking my head in. Claire was sitting on the bed leaning over some lore. I eyed an image of an angel on one of the pages before clearing my throat. She pulled out a headphone. “Lookin for Ella?”

“Mhm.”

“She said she needed some air.”

“Right,” I said with a sigh. I knew exactly where she was.

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I climbed up the ladder, and squeezed through the hole in the platform for the billboard that overlooked Lebanon. “Hey,” I said, eyeing Nel.

She sat in one of my flannels with her back against the billboard. Her legs were straight out in front of her. Even in the darkness, I could tell that her eyes were swollen from crying.

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry,” I said gently. “And if you’re worried I’m lying, listen to my thoughts and you’ll see that I’m not.

“Doesn’t work that way. I don’t think.”

“How does it work?” I asked gently.

“Seems to go along with my emotions. If I’m pissed or afraid its like I turned up the volume...” She looked away from me. “I know you didn’t ask to have a freak as a daughter.”

“Woah, no one said you’re a freak, kid. I mean, you are.” I smiled. “We all are. Look at Sammy. He’s a giant goofball who hasn’t had a hair cut his whole damn life. I have an arch angel in my melon, Cas is a baby in a trench coat, and Jack is the son of Satan. We are a bunch of weirdos. So don’t go feelin like you’re special or anything.”

She smiled a little before turning back to me. “I’m scared. I don’t want to turn into the things that you hunt.”

“Sweetheart, listen to me. We would do anything for you. You would never be one of those things. You can trust me on that.”

“I want to,” she admitted, quietly. “It’s just so... so weird. The other night I think I saw your dream.”

I winced. Fuck. “I was worried about that.”

“You were? How’d you even guess?”

“Guess you deserve the truth,” I sighed. “Before Mom died, we were trying to stop Lucifer from rising the first time.” I winced. “So we had a good friend watch you, but it turns out she wasn’t who she said she was... she was a demon.”

Her eyes flickered up. “I heard Sams thoughts. He said demon blood. What did he mean?”

“She’d been feeding you her blood. To sort of get these psychic powers to grow.”

“She.. she killed Mom.”

“She did.”

“Oh my god.” Nel covered her mouth in a sob before regaining her composure.

“Listen to me. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“How can you if you’re going to be in a box, Dad?”

I rubbed my face. “Damn it, kid. I don’t want to do that. I don’t think there’s any other choice. I hope you can understand that someday.”

She looked me over before nodding. “I do understand. That’s the worst part. I understand because I would do it too, if it were me.”

I took her hand in mine. “Eleanor, your Uncle Sam will watch out for you. He won’t let anything happen to you... just... just try to keep this under wraps. Don’t push the psychic thing. I don’t want it consuming you.”

“Like it did to Sam?”

“What? How would you know what it did to Sam?”

“I don’t know,” she murmured. “I think I just know.”

Sam

I popped my head into Nel’s room. “Hey, anything?”

Claire looked up at me before throwing a book across the room. “No! Fuck! I am so frustrated! I can’t get anywhere. Sam I don’t know what she’s going to do if she loses him.”

“I don’t know what I’ll do,” I admitted quietly, before shaking my head. “We will figure it out. We have to. He’s ready to pull the trigger.”

I walked to Claire and sat next to her on the bed. “What books haven’t you started on? I’ll give em a go.”

“This one.” She tossed it me. “Get to reading, Stanford. We need all the help we can get.”

That’s an understatement. I sighed to myself before opening the book. I squinted, it looked like a page had been book marked. “What the...” I flipped to it and ran my fingers along the words as I read. “You’re not gonna believe this. It’s called the Baozhu. It’s one of eight ancient Chinese treasures. It’s a pearl that grants wishes. Sort of.”

Claire raised an eyebrow. “Sort of?”

I cleared my throat. “Well, technically, it’s supposed to give you what your heart desires.”

“So if we give it to Dean...”

“Blamo, bye bye Micheal. In theory.”

“Sam you’re a genius! I could kiss you!”

“Hold on there, kid,” I laughed, feeling the weight on my chest lift a bit. “We don’t know where to find it.”

“Give me an hour. I’ll get it,” Claire said, determined.

“I should tell Dean.”

“Just...” Claire grabbed for me. “Maybe wait until we find it. Don’t want to get their hopes up for nothing.”

I nodded knowingly.

A fucking pearl. The answer to our questions. I clamped my eyes closed before opening them again. “Gonna see if Cas knows about this. Maybe he will have a lead.”

“Sounds good,” Claire said, typing away on her laptop. “Oh, and Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“Grab me a beer?”

I laughed and shook my head. “One ginger ale coming up.”

“Buzz kill.”

“You’re not twenty-one, you have no buzz to kill,” I said with a smile. But if this is the solution, you’ve got one on me, kid. The hero always gets a beer. Always.

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Chapter Four, Poughkeepsie

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foreverwayward · 6 years ago

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“Wayward Hearts” Season 2 Chapter 3: Bloodlust

Summary: After the sudden death of John, Sam and Dean, along with Riley, continue their quest for vengeance. As Sam and Riley’s powers continue to grow, the three young hunters find themselves closer to the Yellow-Eyed demon than ever before. The strength within themselves and their loyalty to each other will be tested as they are left to fight their families’ lifelong war alone, unaware that unimaginable evil will lead them to face darkness itself as they carry the weight of their fathers’ legacies.

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Word Count: 7,633

Content Warning: language and violence

DISCLAIMER: any words or phrases in bold in the story are not my own and are credited to the writers of Supernatural.

**GIFS ARE NOT MY OWN**

Baby flew down a two-lane highway as AC/DC’s ‘Back in Black’ blared from the speakers. It had been a few weeks since their last hunt and Dean had brought the Impala back to life. She looked good as new and seemed to almost sparkle in the sunlight.

The hunter grinned from ear to ear as he felt the leather of the steering wheel in his hands. “Whoo! Just listen to her purr. Have you ever heard anything so sweet?”

“You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let me know, Dean,” Sam joked as he turned down the stereo.

Dean rubbed the dashboard. “Aww, don’t listen to him, Baby. He just doesn’t understand us.”

The young Winchester chuckled. “Well, you’re in a good mood.”

“Why shouldn’t I be? Got my car, got a case--things are looking up.”

Riley stayed quiet in the back seat as she stared at the scenery whisking by. She had headphones on and seemed completely disengaged.

“And, uh--what about...?” Sam nodded back in Riley’s direction.

Dean’s face changed only slightly. “What about her?”

Sam scoffed. “Dean--,” he stopped before clearing his throat. “Women can’t be hunters, Dean. They’re a liability.” His voice was loud and teasing. When he realized she didn’t bite his head off, Sam knew she couldn’t hear them. Riley would have already smacked him upside the head.

Lowering his volume, he looked at Dean. “When are you gonna make things right with her? I mean, she even started sleeping in her own room for crying out loud.”

“Sammy, I told you. My relationship...is my relationship. Don’t worry your pretty little head over it.”

“I do worry, Dean. I know you love her...so, what the fuck is the problem, man? You’ve been completely different with her since Dad died.”

“Can we just not talk about Dad for like five fucking minutes, please?”

“Whatever” Sam scoffed. “You’re being a fucking idiot, for the record.”

“Noted.” Dean paused. “How far to Red Lodge?”

Sighing, Sam replied, “about another 300 miles.”

“Good,” he said as he turned up the music once again. Dean leaned his foot into the gas and the Impala roared beneath the hunters.

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Sam, Riley, and Dean had ripped off a couple of white lab coats from the intern locker rooms. They walked down the halls of Candler County hospital while Riley read off the notes from her research.

“Alright, so, I met with the Sheriff. Quick sidebar, dude looks like Colonel Mustard,” she added looking up at Sam who chuckled. “Told him I was with the ‘Daily World’ newspaper and was looking into the murders in the area. By the way, all of which had their heads cut clean off. Sheriff told me he couldn’t comment on the murders right now, though. Then I brought up all the local cow mutilations--over a dozen cattle split open and drained of their blood. Told him I thought it sounded like some kind of satanic ritual if you add it to all the head rolling going on.”

Sam smirked. “I’m sure he took that well.”

“Oh, yeah,” Riley sarcastically. “You know how it goes...bring up satanism in the workplace? Always turns out like you hope.”

“...he kicked you out, didn’t he?”

“Flat on my ass within minutes. So, that’s all I got,” Riley finished as she closed her notebook.

“Well, we know the bodies are here, so, we just gotta get a look for ourselves.” Dean led the way as he opened the door into an office. An intern sat at the desk lost in his work and Dean cleared his throat. “Hey, so Dr. Dworkin is looking for you. Says he needs you in his office right away.”

“But,” the intern said doubtfully, “Dr. Dworkin’s on vacation.”

“Well, he’s back. He’s pissed and screaming for you. So, if I were you, I’d--” Dean trailed off as he whistled and nodded towards the door.

The intern rushed out in a panic as the hunter went on.

Once they were finally alone, Dean sorted his thoughts out with the others. “Hey, those Satanists in Florida. They marked their victims, right?”

“Yeah,” Sam answered. “Reverse pentacle on the forehead.”

Dean grabbed rubber gloves and handed them to his partners as they walked into the examination room. “So much fucked up shit happens in Florida, man.”

Riley checked the metal wall that held the drawers of recent corpses. Finding the right one, she pulled it out.

The body of a woman laid on the slab. She was covered in a sheet and there was a large medical container at her feet.

“Alright, open it up,” Dean ordered as he put his gloves on and met his brother’s gaze.

Sam cringed. “Fuck that. I’m not opening it. You open it.”

“Wuss,” he snarked. Dean picked up the container and took it to a nearby counter. He exhaled deeply before flipping the lid open. With a look of disgust on his face, he turned away for a moment before looking back down. The woman’s severed head rested inside. “Well, no pentagram.”

“Wow. Poor girl.” Riley looked almost distraught as she studied the woman’s face.

“Maybe we should, uh--you know--look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat. You know, kinda like the moth in ‘Silence of the Lambs’.”

As he pushed the container back in front of Dean, Sam replied. “Yeah, sure. Have at it.”

“No, you go ahead.” Dean looked over at his brother. “‘Put the lotion in the basket, Sam’.”

“And I’m the wuss?” Sam laughed.

“Oh, my god. I work with fucking children.” Riley wiggled in-between the two brothers to handle the task herself. She gently opened the woman’s mouth and looked inside.

Sam and Dean seemed to almost gag as she examined the head.

“Well, I don’t see anything.” Riley looked for another moment. “Wait. Look under her lip.” She raised the woman’s lip to expose her gums and pointed to what looked like a hole.

The boys leaned in to look.

She pressed down on the area and a sharp tooth came from the opening.

“Freaking vampires,” Dean stated.

“I’d say this case just got more interesting.”

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The three headed for a local dive bar. Typical jukebox music flew through the air with the smell of assorted alcoholic drinks. It looked like a place where the locals all came to escape the world at the bottom of a bottle at the end of the day.

Sam, Riley, and Dean walked up the bar.

The bartender was a bigger built man. Didn’t look like someone you’d want to mess with. His goatee was perfectly shaped around his mouth. “What can I get for you?”

“Uh--three beers, please.” Dean pulled out his wallet to pay the man.

“Maybe you can help us out,” Riley said with a flirty smile. “We’re looking for some people. Maybe you’ve seen them? They would have moved here about maybe six months ago. Big time partiers, pretty rowdy, like to drink...”

The bartender found her intoxicating. He looked at her with a smirk. “Yeah. I think I know who you’re talking about. They don’t seem to be around much during the day. Bunch of night owls, I guess.”

Riley gave him a slightly bigger smile. “That’s exactly who I’m talking about.”

Dean looked over at Sam in a bit of surprise. They stayed quiet to let her work her magic.

“Barker Farm got leased out a couple months ago--real winners. They've been in here a lot--drinkers, noisy. I've had to 86 them once or twice.”

“Thank you so much for your help.”

“Don’t mention it,” he answered as he bit his bottom lip.

Riley seemed to saunter away to continue her ruse as they made their way to a table.

She then casually leaned in towards Sam and Dean. “We got eyes on us--six o’clock. I can feel him. Let’s go.”

With a nod of acknowledgement from the boys, they all went for the front door and left.

The three then turned to head down the quiet alley behind the bar. Finding a place to hide, they laid in wait, knowing they were being followed.

As soon as the stranger stalked their path, the Winchesters grabbed him from out of the darkness and pushed him against the wall. They held him there as Dean had a knife to his throat.

Riley stood to the side with her arms crossed.

“Smile. Show us those pearly whites,” Dean demanded.

“Oh, for the love of--you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire.” The stranger seemed much calmer than he should have been.

Sam frowned, unsure.

“Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there.”

“Guys,” Riley interrupted. “He’s telling the truth. He’s human.” She could only pick up on whether or not someone was completely human from time to time. But that night, Riley knew for certain.

The stranger looked back to the brothers. “Listen to the woman. Look--” he pulled up his gums to reveal nothing of note. “Happy?”

Sam and Dean reluctantly let him go.

Riley stepped in closer as she got a better look at the man. He had dark skin and was tall like the boys. His hair was short and had a similar goatee to the bartender’s. The man was probably in his late 30’s.

“So, you gonna tell us what you know about vampires, or is he gonna have to bring the knife back out?” Riley nodded in Dean’s direction who was itching to do it anyway.

“I know how to kill them.” He fixed his jacket to straighten himself up. “Who the fuck are you guys?”

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The trio followed the man to his red, older, two-door car.

“Sam and Dean Winchester and Riley Munroe,” He let out a soft and breathy laugh of surprise. “I can’t believe it.” The stranger opened the door and slid out a rack from behind the seat. It was a full arsenal of weapons and hunting tools. “I’m Gordon. You know, I met both of your fathers before. They helped me out on a hunt. Partners from time to time, right?”

Riley nodded.

“Great hunters. I heard they both passed, I’m sorry. Those are some big shoes to fill. But from what I hear, you three fill ‘em--great trackers, good in a tight spot--”

“You seem to know a lot about our families.” Dean looked skeptical about the hunter.

“Well, word gets around. You know how hunters talk.”

“Yeah.” Riley replied as Dean spoke at the exact same moment, “no.” They locked eyes, with an intrigued expression.

Gordon raised his eyebrows. “I can see there’s some things your father never told you boys.” He looked over at Riley. “I’ve heard you were a spit-fire. Your reputation precedes you.”

“So, these vampires,” Sam started. “They were yours, huh?”

“Yep. Been on ‘em for two weeks now.”

“Did you check out that Barker Farm?”

Gordon shook his head and clicked his tongue. “It’s a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone.”

“Where’s the nest then?” Dean asked.

“I got this one covered.” The hunter pushed his gear back into the car. “Look, don't get me wrong, it's a real pleasure meetin' you three. But I've been on this thing over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it.”

“C’mon, man. I’ve been itching for a hunt.”

“Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out.” Gordon got into his car and looked out his open window as he started the engine. “It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side.” Without another word, he drove off into the night.

There was a moment of silence before Riley turned to the others. “...we’re still gonna follow him, right?”

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The Impala had followed Gordon to the docks of a large lake not far from where they had met. The three were only a few minutes behind him as they closed the car doors. Water trickled and sloshed in the background and a sawmill sat at the edge of the water.

Sounds of a struggle came from the mill and the hunters looked at each other.

“That’s our cue,” Riley stated as they all went into a sprint in its direction.

A loud mechanical noise started to whir as they got closer.

They ran up the wooden ramp connected to the docks. Up on the main deck was Gordon. He was on his back taking hit after hit before the vampire began to lower a mechanical chainsaw toward the pinned hunter’s head.

Sam rushed to Gordon’s aid as he grabbed him by the ankles and yanked him away to safety.

Riley grabbed what looked like a large fishing spear off the wall and charged. She jammed the end of it into the creature’s stomach before jerking it back out. Grunting, Riley took one final swing that sent the vampire to the ground. She raised the weapon above her head and stabbed the creature in the gut as it pinned him to the plank of wood beneath him.

The monster shouted in pain as its rows of fangs were bared.

Dean hurried to her side, giving the vamp a few solid punches to the face. The loud saw roared on as the hunter began to pull it down towards them.

As Dean forced it into the creature’s throat, it wailed in terror before a large squirt of blood shot him in the face. Without missing a beat, Dean drove the machine all the way through its neck until there was a loud crunch as its spine was cut.

With blood splatter covering his face, Dean turned towards the others as the docks went silent.

Riley and Sam stood staring back at him, stunned.

“So, guess I gotta buy you that drink now,” Gordon said as he caught his breath.

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Back at the bar they had found themselves at earlier, the four hunters found their seats. A fresh round of shots had just hit the table.

“Another one bites the dust.” Gordon raised his glass.

Joining in the hunter’s celebrations, Dean raised his in return as they clinked together. “Damn straight.”

“Dean,” the older hunter laughed. "You gave that big-ass fang one hell of a haircut, my friend. I mean, beautiful--absolutely beautiful.”

Sam and Riley sat quietly. Both were uncomfortable with the way things had ended at the docks and with how Gordon encouraged Dean’s behavior.

Riley’s eyes stayed on the stranger. She didn’t trust him. Unfortunately, her telepathy wasn’t happening naturally and it infuriated her that she couldn’t know his real intentions. Still, the energy Riley could feel pour from him was enough to have her ready to make a b-line for the door.

“Thank you.” Dean smiled with pride. He turned to his partners. “You guys okay?”

“We’re fine,” Riley added with a hint of bitterness.

Gordon let out a small chuckle as he took another drink. “Aww, lighten up, Rye.”

“They’re the only ones that get to call me that.” She continued to meet his gaze.

He put his hands up in surrender. “Just celebrate with us.”

Sam scoffed. “Right. Well, brutal decapitations aren’t always our idea of a good time I guess.”

“You guys gotta have more fun with your job--learn to enjoy it a little.”

“Listen,” Riley started as she stood to leave. “I’m not gonna bring down the party. I’ll just meet you back at the hotel.” She looked at Sam. “Wanna come with?”

“Yep,” he replied.

Dean threw the keys in Sam’s direction. “Buzzkills.”

The two grabbed their jackets and made their way to the door with Sam’s hand guiding her through the bar crowd.

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The motel the hunters were staying at was reminiscent of an adobe home.

As the two walked from the car, Riley pulled out her key card and Sam noticed a sadness in her.

“Hey, would you wanna come in? I don’t think Dean’s gonna be back for a while. We could hang out, watch a movie or something.” Sam smiled at her. “C’mon. We haven’t spent time just the two of us in forever.”

Riley couldn’t help the small grin that grew on her face. “That’s not fair. You know I can’t say no to you.” He let out a laugh knowing he had won. “Just gimme a couple minutes, I’m gonna go take care of something and then I’ll meet you over there.”

Sam agreed as they went to their rooms.

Going inside, the room was decorated with a desert vibe. Sam placed the keys on a small plastic cactus and went to sit on the bed. He pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through it.

In the next room, Riley looked in the mirror and sighed. She needed a minute to herself. Lately, nothing had felt like it used to and tensions were still high. It exhausted her having to constantly block out all of the toxic emotions.

Riley even looked as tired as she felt. She studied her face for a moment realizing how drained she was. It felt as though she was going to cry all the time, and yet she almost never did. Maybe she didn’t have any tears left.

She quickly checked for any mascara under her eyes before turning off the lights to leave.

When she had finally made it to the boys’ room, Sam was finishing a phone call.

“Right. Okay. Well, thanks, Ellen. Talk soon.” He flipped the phone shut and let out a sigh. “You good?”

“Mm-hmm. I’m fine. Everything good with Ellen?” Riley sat on the edge of one of the beds with one leg tucked beneath her.

“Yeah. Uh--actually I called her about Gordon.”

She stared at him intently. “Why? What's up?”

“I don’t know, exactly. I just--something feels off I guess.”

“I’m right there with ya. Something’s up with that guy. I can feel it. He makes me really uncomfortable, Sam.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, that makes two of us. Maybe for good reason though. Ellen said he’s a good hunter, but that he’s dangerous.”

Riley’s eyebrows furrowed. “Dangerous? In what way?”

“Not sure. She just said that if he’s working a job, we should stay away and get outta town.”

“Well, that’s not concerning at all,” she added almost rolling her eyes. Riley paused as he nodded in understanding. “Look, I’m gonna go get a soda from the machine. You want one?”

“Sure. Thanks.”

Riley went outside and walked down the stretch of rooms. She put coins in the soda machine and chose two for her and Sam.

As she reached to get them, she heard a noise in the bushes nearby. Riley looked in its direction and waited completely still for a moment. When nothing more happened, she cautiously walked back to the room.

Looking around carefully, she opened the door to go inside.

“They didn’t have root beer, so you'll just have to deal.” Riley’s head was down as she immediately went to put the cans on the small table by the door. When she looked up, Sam was on the floor unconscious and a vampire stood beside him. “Sam!”

After taking in the shock, Riley charged at the creature ready for a fight. A grunt came from the back of her throat as she punched it with full force.

Little did she know, another was behind her and it clocked her in the back of the head with a rotary phone. It dinged as it connected with her skull.

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Riley and Sam came to, only to find it was dark around them. There were sacks over their heads and gags in their mouths. They had been tied to chairs, bound with rope.

Sam grunted as he struggled to free himself while Riley took in deep breaths trying to remain calm.

Their eyes struggled to focus as their sacks were taken off their heads. They were in some kind of old farmhouse. All the surrounding furniture was mismatched and it looked like squatters were living there.

Both hunters looked up to see the bartender they had met earlier, standing in front of them. He opened his mouth and a full set of fangs grew from his gums. There was a guttural growl coming from his mouth as he leaned into Riley.

Her eyes challenged him as he grew only inches from her face.

“Don’t you fucking touch her,” Sam seethed as he fought against his restraints.

“Step back, Eli.” A woman came from around the corner and the bartender obeyed her command. She couldn’t have been much older than Dean. Her voice was surprisingly smooth, even with her order. The strange woman went to the hunters and removed their gags. “My name is Lenore. I’m not gonna hurt you. We just need to talk.”

“Talk?” Riley scoffed. “Forgive me if I get distracted by Eli’s teeth.”

“He won’t hurt you. You have my word.”

“Your word? Oh, great. Thanks.” Sam’s tone was harsh and condescending. “Listen, lady, no offense, but you're not the first vampire I've met.”

“We’re not like the others. We don’t drink human blood and haven’t in a long time. Now, we live off cattle blood. It’s not exactly ideal, in fact, it’s disgusting--but we get by.”

“What?” Riley asked in shock. “Why?”

“Survival. No deaths, no missing locals, no reason for people like you to come looking for people like us. We blend in. Our kind is practically extinct. Turns out we weren't quite as high up the food chain as we imagined.”

Eli’s breath was ragged as he struggled to contain himself. “Why are we even explaining ourselves to these fucking killers? They murdered Conrad tonight and celebrated.”

Lenore looked at him sternly. “What’s done is done.” Turning back towards the hunters, she went on. “We’re leaving town tonight.”

The young Winchester stared up at the woman that held them captive. “Then why did you bring us here? Why even talk to us?”

“Believe me, I'd rather not. But I know your kind. Once you have the scent, you'll keep tracking us. It doesn't matter where we go. Hunters will find us.”

“So, you’re asking us not to follow you.”

“We’re not hurting anyone. All we ask is the right to live, just like anybody else.”

With a look of disbelief, Riley tensed as she could hear the growling inside them. “Give us one good reason why we should trust you.”

Lenore got in the face of the sassy hunter. “Fine. I’m gonna let you go.” She looked at her and then at Sam, who was shocked. “Eli, take them back. I don’t want a scratch on either of them.”

A second vampire came in from a side room after hearing the command. He and Eli put the sacks over Sam and Riley’s heads again and stood them up. They led them out and back into the car they had taken them in.

------

Gordon and Dean sat at the table of the motel room. A map laid spread out in front of them as they went over what Gordon had already gathered through his research.

“This is the best pattern I can establish.” His finger traced a circle over a small area of the map. “It's sketchy at best. Problem is, we’re talking about an area with 35 to 40 farms. I’ve searched half of them and I haven’t come up with shit. The fuckers are good at covering their tracks.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to search the other half.” Dean looked down at his watch. “What time is it? Where are those two?”

Gordon peered out the window. “Car’s parked outside. They probably went for a walk. Sam seems like the ‘take-a-walk' type.” His tongue darted out over his lips. “But, that Riley, though? Whoo. Girl’s feisty as hell. Not bad on the eyes either.”

“Yeah,” Dean said with a small smile. “I’m a lucky man.”

“Wait...” Gordon’s eyes lit up and he leaned into the table. “You and her?”

The Winchester nodded. “For the better part of a year now, yeah.”

Gordon whistled. “You gotta tell me, is she that fiery off the job too?” he asked as he shot Dean a look of approval.

The door opened and Sam and Riley walked in. They both stared at the two hunters at the table, irritated almost to see Gordon there.

“Where you guys been?” Dean asked.

Sam looked at his brother. “Can we talk to you alone?”

The older Winchester turned back to look at his new companion. “You mind chilling out here for a couple minutes?” Gordon shook his head and Dean got up to follow his family outside.

Walking down the steps, Sam waited until they were out of earshot. He glanced over at Dean as they walked into the parking lot. “I think we gotta rethink this hunt, man.”

“What are you talking about? Where were you?”

“The vamps found us, Dean. They took us to their nest.”

Dean’s eyes grew. “What? How the fuck did you get out? How many did you guys kill?”

“None,” Riley said as she stopped and crossed her arms. “They let us go.”

Shooting his eyes back and forth between the two, Dean appeared to be in disbelief. “Well, that doesn’t make any goddamn sense. So, where’s the nest?”

“We don’t know. We were both blindfolded. All we know is we went over a bridge at some point outside of town. But, Dean...” Riley’s hands found her pockets. “...we don’t think we should go after the nest anymore.”

“What?” Dean asked in shock. “Why the hell not?”

Sam added, “we don’t think they’re like other vampires. They’re responsible for all the cattle deaths. They live off animal blood instead of human.”

“And you believed them? No, man, no way.” Dean chuckled. “I don't know why they let you go. I don't really care. We find 'em, we waste 'em.” He began to walk back towards the room.

“Dean...” Riley started as she caught up to him.

“What part of vampires don’t you understand, Rye? It’s supernatural, that means we kill it. That’s the job. End of story.”

“No. That’s not the job, Dean.” She stared up at him, feeling her patience with Dean wearing thin. “We hunt evil. And these things aren’t hurting anyone. They’re not evil.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Of course they’re killing people, that’s what they do, Riley. They’re not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them. Gordon’s been on those vamps for a year now, he knows.”

Sam stayed quiet knowing that there was too much tension built up between the couple. The emotions were bound to bubble over. That heated moment in the parking lot was Dean and Riley’s first real conversation in weeks.

“Oh, Gordon?” she asked with sarcasm. Riley smiled finding his naivety humorous and she bit her lip trying to control her need to yell. “So, you’re just gonna take his word for it? Even though I’m telling you something different?”

“Yeah, I guess I am,” Dean said with certainty.

She scoffed and folded her arms again. “Unbelievable. You push me away for weeks and what do I do? I wait. I wait and I deal with your bullshit brooding all the time. When was the last time you even acted like we were together, Dean? Huh? Are we even together?”

Dean was annoyed with her question, “of course we’re still together.”

“Then what the fuck are you doing? Why don’t you trust me anymore? I’m a damn good hunter, Dean. Hell, I’m a fucking psychic for Christ’s sake. But you’ve benched me and acted like I’m invisible.” Riley began to shout a little. “If I tell you Gordon’s bad news, then you’re supposed to believe me!”

Running a hand down his face, Dean tried to grapple with his conflicting emotions.

Riley had already shut off the switch in her mind. In that moment, she didn’t care what Dean was feeling. She had stayed quiet long enough.

“Dean listen to Riley, man. Even Ellen says the guy’s bad news,” Sam added.

“Of course, you called Ellen.” Dean chuckled with frustration. “And I'm supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Sam. No thanks, I'll go with Gordon.”

“Right, 'cause Gordon's such an old friend. You don't think I can see what this is? He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one.” Sam was almost pleading with his brother.

“Shut the hell up, Sam,” Dean said with a small breathy laugh as he turned to leave.

The younger Winchester chased after him. “He's not even close, Dean--not on his best day. You know, you slap on this big fake smile, but I can see right through it. Because I know how you feel, Dean.” Pain swelled through Sam’s chest and he couldn’t stand Dean being in denial for another second as he raised his voice. “Dad's dead. And he left a hole and it hurts so bad you can't take it, but you can't just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It's an insult to his memory.”

Dean smirked. “Okay,” he replied as he went to walk away. He then immediately spun around, his fist connecting with Sam’s face.

“Dean!” Riley yelled as she went to Sam.

The hunter stumbled before he looked Dean in the eye. “It’s fine, Rye. He can hit me all he wants. Doesn’t change a damn thing.”

“I’m going to that nest. You don’t wanna tell me where it is? Fine. I’ll figure it out for myself.” In a huff, Dean went up the steps back to the room.

Sam and Riley hurried behind him. When they all got inside, they saw that Gordon had left.

Riley looked at them both with worry. “Gordon went after them. We gotta stop him.”

“Really, Rye?” Dean asked in irritation. “’Cause I say we lend a hand.”

“Dammit, Dean.” Riley sighed and tried to calm herself. “Just, please--give me the benefit of the doubt here. You owe me that.”

“Fine. Where are the keys? I’m driving.”

Sam turned to the small plastic cactus he had put them on. They were no longer there. “Son of a bitch snaked the keys.”

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With a grimace on his face, Dean worked the wiring to hot-wire the Impala and it sputtered beneath him. “I can't fucking believe this. I just fixed her up, too.” The car finally roared to life. “So, you crossed a bridge, is that all you got?”

Sam looked down at the paper map in his lap. “The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm.”

“How do you know?”

“I counted.” The young Winchester traced his finger over the route. “They took a left out of the farm. Then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes. Went slightly up a hill and then took another quick right and we hit the bridge.”

Dean nodded his head, pleasantly surprised. “You’re good. You’re a monster pain in the ass, but you’re good.”

Feeling she had nothing left to say, for the time being, Riley kept her mouth shut. She had had enough arguing for the night and was still too pent up.

Baby pulled from the motel parking lot and eased onto the main stretch of road.

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As Sam, Dean, and Riley arrived at the farmhouse they scurried inside. When they found the main room, Gordon was there with Lenore. She was tied to a chair, beaten and bloody as Gordon held a knife to her. She seemed to be gasping for air as she struggled through the pain.

The three stood in horror at what they saw; Gordon was taking his time torturing her with satisfaction in his face.

“Hey, you guys,” Gordon said as he stood to greet the hunters. “Come on in.” He motioned for them though his demeanor was unsettling.

“Hey, Gordon. Uh--what's going on?” Dean asked.

“Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man’s blood. She’s gonna tell us where her little friends are. You wanna help? Grab a knife, I was just about to start on the fingers.” Gordon drug the bloody knife across her chest and she cried. It seemed to sizzle and branches of veins grew dark and visible around it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out, huh?”

“Gordon put the knife down. Just step away from her, alright?” Sam ordered.

The older hunter threw his knife onto the table. “You're right. I'm wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery.” Gordon took out a much larger knife and unsheathed it. He held it to the light and admired it as it glistened. “I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane.” He turned towards Lenore with his knife in hand.

Riley took long, quick strides over to the injured vampire. “I’m letting her go, Gordon,” she said adamantly.

Gordon stopped her with a knife in front of her chest. “You’re not gonna do a damn thing.”

Stepping forward, Dean clenched his jaw and his heart skipped in his chest seeing Riley in danger. “Gordon, let’s talk about this,” he said as he walked around the table.

Sam stayed close behind Riley.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Dean. She’s a goddamn monster.”

Gordon’s voice was eerily calm to a point it made every hair on Riley’s body stand on edge. She stared Gordon in the eyes and though the unease in her stomach made her wish she were anywhere else, Riley didn’t flinch. She knew that the only monster in that room was the man looking back at her.

“I hear you, I get it,” Dean said sternly.

He chuckled. “Do you, Dean? I had to watch one of these filthy fucking fangs attack my sister. And it didn’t kill her...no.” Gordon shook his head. “It turned her. It made her one of them.” His eyes stayed vacant as if he felt nothing at all as he looked at the others. “So, I hunted her down and I killed her myself."

Shocked, Dean asked, “You did what?”

Grabbing Riley’s wrist, Gordon sliced his knife across her forearm. She winced as he held her still and reached to push the blade towards her throat.

Riley’s free hand held tightly to his wrist that gripped his weapon and she struggled to push it away.

Dean drew his gun and cocked it and Sam did the same, both aiming at Gordon. “Let her go.” Riley struggled to break free as the Dean shouted, “now!”

“Relax. If I wanted her dead, she’d already be on the floor. I’m just making a point.” The deranged hunter drug Riley over to the vampire. He squeezed her arm to get the blood flowing so it would drip down over the creature’s face.

As a drop fell on her cheek, Lenore gasped and her fangs released themselves. She snarled and hissed as everything inside her ached for the bleeding arm above her.

Gordon looked back and forth between the three. “You think she’s so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty.”

Lenore whimpered as she fought against her every instinct. She soothed herself and retracted her fangs as she tried to catch her breath. “No. No. I won’t do it.”

“Do you even hear her, Gordon?” Riley asked with frustration. As his hold on her lightened, she pushed Gordon’s hand away and took a step back.

With his gun still raised, Sam hurried to Riley’s side. “We’re done here.”

Riley glanced down at the sick and broken creature before her. Lenore carried a curse, but she was no monster. “Get her out of here, Sam.”

Doing exactly that, Sam gave Riley his gun and went to pick up the badly injured woman. She groaned as he moved her and she nearly fell limp in his arms. Sam hurried her out of the room and to the car.

A still hell-bent Gordon went to stop him while Dean and Riley held their weapons ready to fire.

“Uh-uh. Uh-uh!" Dean warned him. Without breaking eye contact with Gordon, he spoke to the woman at his side. “Rye? You alright?”

“Yeah. I’m good.” Riley’s eyes slanted slightly as she grappled with the urge to shoot the insane hunter.

The Winchester made his way closer. “Gordon, I think you and I've got some things to talk about.”

Gordon scoffed in response. “You can’t be serious. You’re just gonna let her go?”

“I'm having a hard time believing it too, but I know what I saw. If you want those vampires, you gotta go through me.”

“Dean?” Riley’s voice was nervous. “What are you doing?”

“I’m good, sweetheart. But I’m gonna need you to back up. This is between me and the big guy.” Dean didn’t falter. He was ready for whatever Gordon would throw his way.

Riley hesitated. Still, she withdrew her weapon and stepped back.

“Fine.” The dark hunter answered as he jammed his knife into the wooden table.

Dean returned the favor by taking out the clip in his gun. Before he could put the weapon down, Gordon had charged at Dean and threw the first punch. Without hesitation, Dean hit him right back.

When Gordon stumbled, he grabbed the blade he had stuck into the table.

Riley’s eyes grew seeing the rearmed madman. She went to join the fray when Dean heard her coming up behind him.

“No.” His arm went out to block her. “Stay back.”

A still fearless Gordon swung his blade at the Winchester. When he missed, Dean grabbed him to shove him against the wall. His hand held tight to Gordon’s wrist as he slammed it against the door frame to release the weapon.

As the blade clattered on the ground, Riley went and grabbed it away.

Gordon and Dean clung at each other’s clothes, trying to keep the other at a distance.

“What are you doing?” Gordon asked through his shallow breathing. “You’re doing this for a fang? We’re on the same side, Dean!”

Through his gritted teeth Dean seethed, “I don’t think so, you sadistic bastard.”

Gordon thrust his elbow into Dean’s face to disorient him before he kicked his boot into the hunter’s chest.

Dean was sent backward and landed on a small coffee table. It broke beneath his weight and he groaned.

“You’re not like her or your brother. You’re a killer...like me.” Gordon’s words were unnatural and almost sinister.

When he had gotten close enough, Dean swiped his leg under Gordon to trip him onto the ground. Dean stood to get on top of him and his fist flew into Gordon’s face again and again.

Picking him up, Dean then shoved him into a bookshelf. Glass and other items on display shattered and fell over the beaten man. With two more final punches, Dean had weakened the crazy-eyed hunter enough to drag him to a chair.

Dean pulled a thick rope from his bag and threw it around the injured hunter. He wrapped it around him tightly and made a solid knot. “You know, I might be like you and I might not.” Fresh drops of blood sat on Dean’s lips as he bent forward to look at Gordon. “But you're the one tied up right now.”

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Morning had come and shined over the farmhouse. Light leaked into the room through the blinds as a now alert Gordon sat glaring at Riley. She leaned against the wall in front of him as Dean paced keeping watch.

Outside, the sound of a car came through the silence of the sleepy early hours. Dean stared down at Gordon who had hate in his eyes for the hunter.

Sam walked in and greeted Riley with a hand on her shoulder. “Did I miss anything?”

“Nah,” Dean replied. “Not much. Did Lenore get out okay?”

“Yeah, they all did.” Sam shot a look at Gordon. He wanted him to know he had lost.

Riley looked over to at the clearly unhappy man in the chair. “Well, I guess that means our work is done here.” She smiled at him playfully.

“How you doin', Gordy? Gotta tinkle yet?” Dean walked around him back towards the table as he teased him. “Alright. Well, get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days, have them come out, untie you.” He stabbed the knife back into the wooden table.

Sam asked, “you ready to go, Dean?”

“Not yet.” He took his time walking in front of the man he had bested. “Well, I guess this is goodbye,” Dean chuckled. “It's been real.” He looked down at Gordon one last time before punching him hard across the face.

The chair he was in fell backward and he laid stuck to it on the floor, groaning.

Dean fixed his jacket and sniffled. “That’s for putting your fucking hands on my girl,” he added before turning back around to his partners. “Okay, I’m good now. We can go.”

Riley smiled as Dean made his way back over with his bag over his shoulder. She waited for him to stop to hug her, only for Dean to continue to walk out and pass her by. Her heart dropped into her stomach and Riley cleared her throat, trying to stop herself from crying.

There was no denying it, things between Riley and Dean were painfully different.

They all headed down the steps of the farmhouse and began to walk towards the car. It was still quiet as birds chirped in the distance.

Riley’s boots crunched the dirt beneath them and she went on ahead of them.

Stopping, Dean sighed. “I wish we never took this fucking job. It just fucked everything up.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“I mean, just think about all the hunts the three of us have been on. All the things we’ve killed. What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing? You know? I mean, the way Dad raised us...”

Sam’s face softened. “Dean, after what happened to Mom? Dad did the best he could.”

“I know he did. But the man wasn't perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things--and man, I hate 'em. I do.” Dean bit his bottom lip as he tried to work through his thoughts. “When I killed that vampire at the mill, I didn't even think about it. Hell, I even enjoyed it.”

“...but you didn’t kill Lenore. And yeah, you could’ve. But you didn’t. That’s what matters.”

The sun peeked over the horizon and cast a glow over the fields and their faces as Sam and Dean continued towards Baby.

Dean nodded softly to himself as he stared back at the farmhouse, his eyes glistening in the early morning light. “Yeah. Maybe.”

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Dean had gone out for breakfast a few hours later. He walked back into his and Sam’s room with a carrier of coffees and two bags; one Dean held in his free hand and the other hung from his teeth. Kicking the door shut behind him, he put it all on the table.

“Alright, they were out of chocolate donuts. Rye is not gonna be happy about that one. I got her glaze. You think that’ll work?”

He looked up at Sam who sat on one of the beds with his head hung. The young Winchester didn’t reply. In his hand was a small piece of paper.

“What’s going on, Sammy?” Dean asked as he went over to his brother.

Without even looking up, Sam held the paper out to Dean. As he took it, his brows scrunched in confusion as he went to read it.

I need some space. Please don’t come looking for me. I’ll call when I’m ready. I love you both.

xo Riley

Dean’s heart began to race as Sam uttered in an almost broken tone, “she’s gone, Dean.”

Turning on his heel, Dean rushed out the door and ran to her room. He banged on the door again and again with no reply. “Riley!”

Remembering he had an extra key, he hurried to get inside. “Riley?” The door swung open and the hunter felt his legs shake beneath him as he stared into an empty room. Her duffel bag, guitar case, and all other traces of her were gone.

A lump swelled in Dean’s throat and he ran his hands forward over his hair. He realized how deeply he must have hurt her.

Dean quickly took out his phone and dialed her number, his eyes large and panicky as he put it to his ear.

“The number you have dialed is no longer in service, please try your call again later.”

Dean shut the phone and put it to his forehead as the anger he felt towards himself exploded inside him. He flung the cell phone across the room. “Son of a bitch!” Dean yelled as he swung around and threw his fist into the wall.

As he barely made it out the door, he held on to the frame to steady himself. Dean stood looking off into the distance wondering how far she away she already was. He couldn’t contain the guilt and loss he felt as tears streamed down his face.

Riley was the one good thing to ever happen to Dean, the only thing that ever made sense besides his family.

He wiped his face and stomped back into his room. “We gotta go,” Dean stated firmly as he wasted no time and grabbed his things.

Sam stayed seated as he watched his brother frantically move around the room. “What? Go where?”

“After her. We gotta find her.”

Sighing, Sam replied, “she said she wanted space, Dean. Maybe we should just respect that.”

“What? Hell no,” Dean scoffed.

“Look, man, I’m just as broken up about her leaving as you are, but she doesn’t want to be followed.”

Dean couldn’t contain himself as he nearly shouted. “Sam, the demon is still out there and she could be in danger. Riley’s going through too much to be alone and I have to make this right. I have to fix this--” The pain in his face was obvious and Dean’s voice broke as he pleaded with his brother. “Please, Sam. You were right, okay? I fucked up.” Dean’s mouth fell slightly agape as no words came out and his eyes flooded again. “I--I can’t lose her, man.”

Sam ran his hand through his hair and lightly nodded his head. “Alright,” he agreed standing up to grab his things. “Let’s go bring her home.”

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RWBY VOL 6 Episode 3 “The Lost Fable”-THE ULTIMATE ORIGIN OF ULTIMATE DARKNESS-Recap

HEY EVERYBODY-how’s you’re day going? My computer blue-screened RIGHT BEFORE I could hit save so I’m gonna redo the WHOLE thing. Remember to save folks. EITHER WEITHER-let’s get to Mickster Recap!

The episode starts out with BACKSTORY TIME-where its revealed Salem was a princess locked away in a castle by her cruel father during the good old days, where the only thing keeping her busy is manipulating arcane magic.

2:07 Salem: *SIGH* What good is being able to shoot energy blasts if there’s no bad guy to blast them with?!

BUT LUCKILY-a HERO arrives on the scene-TO RESCUE THE FAIR DAMSEL-and his NAME-

-was OZ...ma. Ozma was his name...does he just happen to reincarnate into anyone with the syllable “oz” or “ma” in their name? THAT is a weird rule.

ALSO-look at confused as fuck Qrow here, he’s all “Uh...hi.” OH-he’s gonna drink himself into a coma after all of this is done.

BUT-not only does Ozma BRAVE the evil forces of the castle to reach Salem for ONLY pure motives(Jinn said so so its true)-HE ALSO-

2:49 LET’S SALEM IN ON THE BLASTING-like a TRUE gentleman!

The act of kindness of giving her her freedom, and Salem...just being Salem, cause the two to FALL in love!

3:13 ....aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand kiss! KISS! KISS DAMMIT! Seriously, what IS IT with this show and its “No-kissing” policy, its WEIRD.

Either weither, Salem and Ozma go off on LOADS of adventures-UNTIL-

3:36-when Ozma got sick with a FATAL case of “Unnamed TV disease”. CURSE YOU UNNAMED TV DISEASE-you’ve taken FAR too many lives!

Salem in her grief decides to seek out the god of Light and Creation in the LAND of light(what is this Homestuck?)to bring him back to life-AND-

4:38 -it is DOWNRIGHT beautiful, obviously inspired by Japanese scenery and it just WORKS. SHAME this is where the doom of man kind came to begin.

The god of light than reveals himself to Salem, WHO REVEALS HIMSELF TO BE-

4:51 ANTLER JESUS-a WEIRD mix of Japanese deer spirits, and as I’ve said-JESUS-

-SEE?! Water-walking, full package.

Antler Jesus than gives Salem the same spiel we’ve heard about ressurecting the dead we’ve heard a million times, gotta respect the balance what-not, bla bla bla-GIVE HER BACK HER HUSBAND YOU MONSTER!

BUT-ol’ Mr.Light rose petals her away telling her to let it go, but ain’t NOTHIN’ gon’ stop her from getting her man back, so its time to make a DEAL with the devil in REMNANT HELL-

-which is also in its own way VERY beautiful, nice use of dark colors and purple, kinda looks like Cybertron when it was infected by Dark Energon!

Salem’s here to seek out the God of Darkness, whom after seeing Antler Jesus’ striking albeit minimalist god form, I’M SURE-the god of Darkness’ form isn’t utterly creep-

6:20 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAND welcome to your nightmares for the next few months folks, Purple Satan is here and he is HERE FOR YOUR SOUL!

Salem then asks Mauvisto(Get it, like Mephisto but with Mauve?) to bring back Ozma, ALL while not bringing up that she asked Antlers first. The dark being agrees because he’s just SO happy someone is giving him praise for once, why does his BROTHER get all the praise JUST because he didn’t create a race of empathic eldritch beasts whose only purpose is to cause as much misery and destruction as possible? Un-GRATE-ful is what those humans are!

Purple Haze than brings back Ozma-WITH-

6:57 THE POWER OF PURPLE! PRAISE HIS GRAPELY EMINENCE!

After Oz has a BRIEF freak-out over no longer being in the land of the dead-GUESS WHO SHOWS UP?!

*CRACKA BOOM*

7:12

Mauvisto: OKAY EVERYONE-party’s over, AJ’s gonna kill it with ANOTHER of his lectures.

AntlerJesus: Don’t you give me that tone.

Mauvisto: WHATEVER YOU’RE NOT EVEN MY DAD-GAH!

I joke, but that is BASICALLY how it went down.

AJ than rose-petals away Ozma to preserve order-

Oz:...S...Salem...I don’t feel so good.

Seriously y’all, I BETTER see some Thanos memes from this episode.

BUT-the elder brother forgets the younger brother still has the POWER OF PURPLE!

PRAISE TO THE PURPLE! Either way, Mauvisto is NOT happy about that which starts-

8:19 A DRAGON FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT-or does it?!

ACTUALLY no, AJ tells Mauvisto that Salem went to HIM first, and after he told her he wouldn’t resurrect her hubby, she tryed to manipulate him into going behind AJ’s back. Mauvey than apologizes to his best bro the BEST way possible...WITH A PURPLE DEATH BLAST!

8:48

The Purple giveth, and the purple taketh away.

Salem is NOT happy about this, and EVEN tries to THREATEN the god’s with her magic-BUT-AntlerJesus than gives her a chance to cool off by-

9:15 ...drowning her from a million miles in the air. MAN-the Super God Bros don’t fuck a-ROUND do they?

9:26 ACTUALLY no, by dunking her in the pool of light, the Gods curse her with immortality, unable to see her sweet Baboo Ozma EVER again, and will only die once she accepts the importance of life and death.

Salem than does the most logical thing after being cursed by two immortal beings who think cursing someone with immortality is a COMPLETELY rational response to wasting like...WHAT five minutes of their time, AND RALLIES AN ARMY to take on the gods!

11:24 It should also be noted that this army...and all of humanity are just TWO WEEKS from retirement!

The army than BLASTS Mauvisto, with a beautiful display of firework-I MEAN-magic attacks-

11:56 I’m just gonna assume since it was the old days, people weren’t as creative with magic as they could be. BUT-because Mauvisto is a friggin’ GOD-

-he PURPLIZES all the magic into one handy dandy ball! What the hell CAN’T purple do?!

Either way, as an ancient omnipotent being, I’M SURE he’ll give them all a just and fair punishm-

12:12...OR just nuke everyone, whatever works for you Satanic Purple Beerus!

Salem of course due to her immortality is NOT ONLY the only one in her army to survive the blast, but ALSO the only HUMAN who survived the blast! GEEZE-Mauvisto, ain’t that a little harsh? I get it, you hate Salem, but what did all those side-characters who DIDN’T go against you do? BUT-enough about that-NAME ORIGIN TIME-

12:51 AntlerDragon: This planet, was a beautiful experiment, but it is merely a Remnant of what it once was.

DAH-they said the name of the continent-HUZZAH!

Either way, both bros decide to leave the planet to create OTHER Avatar meets Soul Eater meets X-men meets Harry Potter worlds. AJ leaves in a BEAUTIFUL yellow mist-

13:08

While Mauvisto leaves in the most OVER THE TOP way he POSSIBLY could.

Mauvisto: SUCK IT SHORTY!

13:21 HUH-guess Atlas Arcadium Rex DIDN’T destroy the moon from Rwby. Sorry folks, your shared universe headcanon is DEAD! DEAD!

13:41 Salem than takes a GOOD long walk throughout ALL of the planet now named Remnant, until after an ETERNITY of walking decides she deserves a GOOD soak!

14:04 IN the God of Darkness’s POOL of darkness! MMM-look at those bubbles, bet they’re NICE and warm!

But seriously, after EONS of roaming the Earth alone, she figures that since the fountain of life gave her eternal life, the pools of Grimm with finally kill her, ending her suffering...but we WEREN’T all so lucky were we?

INSTEAD-the pool recreates her from a being of infinite life, to a being of infinite life who wants PURE destruction!

14:33 DAMN she looks scary, and that’s not even her FINAL form!

A THEN CUT TO-

14:43

OZMA-having himself a NICE nap in the eternal void of nothingness! Honestly if I died, brought back to life, killed, brought back to life, and then killed a SECOND time I’d want one hell of a nap as well.

BUT-for realsies, AntlerJesus pulls Ozma into a void between worlds to curse him for all eternity to fight his now corrupted wife-I MEAN-give him a chance to return to the land of the living! Yeah...THAT! Where APPARENTLY humans will come back again in time...presumably...NOT made by the god of creation? SO...is this a world where humans are made by gods...OR evolution? HUH-well if THAT ain’t a neat bit of science-fantasy!

15:56

Its ALSO here where we learn what happens when all four relics are brought together, that they’ll summon BOTH god brothers back to Remnant and judge humanity. If they’s chill, its ALL good, but if they AIN’T chill-BYE BYE REMNANT!

Either way, despite hearing his honey Salem won’t be the same anymore, OZMA accepts and REINCARNATES INTO-

17:40 THIS GUY...whose name iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis?

18:01

Oz?: GRIMM STAB!

QUIT DODGING THE QUESTION YOU-what’s your name?!

Rando: Thank you! Please, tell me your name, who are you?

SEE-he’s got the right ideal-TELL US DAMN YOU!

18:17 Oscar:...he didn’t know.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH that sucks. I’m not sure if it means he over-wrote his host’s memories or what, either way the reaction on Oz’s face says it all.

AFTER the Grimm attack, Unnamed Ozma reincarnation takes a page out of his lady’s book and GOES on a walk, where he sees the world has CHANGED completely!

With LACKLUSTER architecture-

-enSLAVEment of the new Faunus race and WORST of all-

18:33 -PEOPLE HAD TO USE DUST INSTEAD OF MAGIC!

Blake:...why wasn’t my people’s early enslavement not saved for last? Like it was only the SECOND worst thing?

Jinn: Look I just put it in order of what he saw okay, gimme a break!

Turns out, only Ozma2 and a MYSTERIOUS woman known only as “The Witch” could do magic, WHERE SHE IS FOUND-

18:41 In this GHETTO ass shack! COME ON SALEM-you’re immortal, you seriously tryna tell me you don’t got time to make a nicer house?!

Ozma2 than logically assumes the witch is Salem and goes to see what she has become, AND IT IS REVEALED-

Ozma2:(OH NO SHE’S HOT!)

19:27 AND it turns out that both of them recognize each other-CAUSE THAT’S THE POWER OF LOVE!

Salem and Ozma than tell each other all the CRAZY shenanigans that have been going down in their lives while hiding their SECRET backstories-WHILE THEY ALSO-

19:40 -FINALLY fix up that old shack! Fixed up the windows, got a deck table and chairs, re-varnished the wood, if THAT don’t help out property values I don’t know WHAT will!

Also during their convo Salem fearing Ozma would hate her, blamed the end of the world SOLELY on the gods...well...I mean TECHNICALLY it was, she raised only ONE small army against the gods, and instead of punishing JUST those humans they killed EVERYBAH-I feel she could be honest.

The days went by, Salem and Ozma enjoyed their happy lives, having logically an INFINITE amount of sex, until one day SALEM SAID(paraphrased)

20:18

Salem: Okay hear me out, WHAT IF-we act like gods, and be the NEW AntlerJesus and Mauvisto?!

Ozma:...okay I am SO sure that won’t work but I am INSANELY attracted to you so LET’S DO IT!

21:07 SO it appears they live on as gods and nothing else crazy happe-

21:33...bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbby MAIDENS! THE FOUR MAIDENS WERE THE DAUGHTERS OF OZMA AND SALEM! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY god damned shit-THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING-probably, for all we know Oz gave four COMPLETELY DIFFERENT young girls magical powers. But enough about that-

21:38 LOOK AT THEM! LOOK AT HOW LOVING THEY LOOK! CURSE YOU ANTLER JESUS AND MAUVISTO-the world is FUCKED because you refused to let my new OTP be HAPPY!

But sadly, all good things must come to an end, as during their plans Ozma has second thoughts on their quest to reshape the world given the destruction they cause, which PROMPTS Oz-

22:02 -to start, with the maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan in the mirror (OH YEAH) and he’s asking him to chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaange his ways(COME ON CHANGE)!

But for realsies, he then remembers the great quest the god of light gave him-BUT THEN-

22:21 DAW-baby’s first use of the dark arts!

HRNGH-LOOK AT HER! LOOK AT HOW PROUD SHE IS OF HER BABY GIRL! DAMMIT SALEM-you’re supposed to be the evil Sorceress Supreme, you have NO business looking adorable!

SO-I guess they go their magic powers from their parents, I wander what else they go-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WHAT IF-Oz’s daughters didn’t just inherit their magic...BUT ALSO-Oz’s CURSE to forever reincarnate across the Earth like he did?! THAT’S WHY THEIR CONNECTED TO THE FOUR RELICS-probably, like I said there’s still the possibility of the story still be being true-HELL-maybe the maiden spell merged the four girls souls with those of his daughters?

AFTER the adorablenes, Ozma FINALLY decides to be an honest husband for once and tells Salem of the four relics and the judgement day that would occur if they were ever brought together, which Salem basically responds with-

22:51 Salem: You know what?! Let’s take the relics and make our OWN human race, with BLACKJACK! AND HOOKERS! And you know what? FORGET THE HUMAN RACE! KILL ALL HUMANS!

Yes, I am now headcanoning Salem as witch Bender from now all on-TRY AND STOP ME!

This logically upsets Oz, so he decides to calmly and rationally talk with his wife-

...OR take the kids and run without telling her only to get caught, because LORD KNOWS he couldn’t just get a marriage counselor to talk about their problems...seriously, this was ye olden times, the concept probably wasn’t invented yet.

22:34And sadly, it appears this is where everything ended between Ozma and Salem-

23:42 LITERALLY EVEN-everything between them in the castle has been destroyed! INCLUDING-

...don’t...don’t make me make a joke about this sub-conscious...tis too sad.

The battle/divorce ends with Salem winning RIGHT before saying this-

23:58 “...we finally...had freedom.”

AND...there’s TWO ways to look at that. That either A.) With the knowledge of the god’s relics, they could do the same thing the god’s did but without their rules or the metaphorical outlook B.) They were free BEFORE Oz told her about the relics...because than the god’s power wouldn’t keep controlling their lives. The latter I’m pretty sure she didn’t mean but to me...I think that’s true.

Salem than finally takes out Ozma2-

-with a Super SMASH bros meme no less! Don’t lie, you know who you are Gifmakers, AND YOU DISGUST ME! PERISH IN FLAMES!

After this, Oz takes the break up PRETTY badly-

24:10 -going on sad graveyard walks-

24:17 Drinking near paintings of empty liquor bottles.

24:21 ULTIMATELY getting out of his funk when he reincarnates as a nice swarthy individual and a bad ass new cane!

Even finally starts dating again and settles down with this nice lady, WAY TO GET BACK ON THAT HORSE BUDDY! BUT-just like in real life, the evidence of his ex STILL haunted his life-

24:37 In the form of monster raids no less! That’s break-up aftermath for ya.

Oz than realizes he has to bury the ex(literally) and goes out to find the FOUR RELICS-

25:00 ...in his next life as a hipster for some reason! Cleh, he’s an immortal soul-symbiote, he has time.

He seeks out knowledge first and asks her where the other relics are, what could they do, and how could he kill Salem(in that order)? The first two answers we don’t know...but the THIRD one one we do-

Jinn: You can’t.

And the episode ends-

-with Oscarpin giving himself a good sit in despair.

So...yeah...HOLY SHIT-there’s a lot to take away here! For ONE-its interesting noting how tragic a villain Salem was, and how Oz spent so much time avoiding his fate because he just wanted to be with the woman he loved. FURTHERMORE-its neat how Salem is now like, Lord Garmadon in that destructive impulses BURN through her veins...but also like Lord Garmadon, she was still able to love. Sadly though...her worse impulses got the best of her, and now she has nothing to do but move forward and Thanos the planet, because there is NO going back to the good old days.

I’m Yoshimickster, and this was Micksterecap, and I hope your lives are filled with joy and happiness, and that you don’t become the toys of fate. Thank you, and have a pleasant night.

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Inexplicable Fate (Part 4)

Prompt: When a blinding pain overtakes you at work, what will be in store for your life when you run into the Winchesters and learn Lucifer’s son is about to be born?

Warning: Language, pain, angst, violence, fighting (verbal and physical)…fear of insanity??

Word Count: 2186

Notes: This is for @roxyspearing gif challenge. This is like a slow burn?? Idk. It’s a Jack x Reader fic (so Season 12 and 13 spoilers…) It’s LONG. So buckle in. It is slow-ish at first. But things will build to a head…Promise ;P

Beta’d by the ever fabulous @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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IF Tags: @iamafishandigosplish @myfamilysincarolina @ilovemyangelforever @kazuha159 @bisexualdolphinthings @mysteriouslydeliciouswerewolf @justiceiswater

Dean Winchester: @akshi8278 @mogaruke

Sam Winchester: @mogaruke @lenawiinchester

Castiel: @lenawiinchester

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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The next morning, the boys were already up and ready for the day. You brewed some coffee and made them breakfast, seeing as you were starving as well. While the three of you ate breakfast in a comfortable silence, a knock came at the door.

“That should be Cas,” Sam informed as he got up from the breakfast table to let him in.

He opened your front door, but from your position in the kitchen, you couldn’t see the man they claimed was an angel. A large part of you, the rational, logical part, didn’t believe any of this. You were hallucinating, you were still at the hospital, or your voices had taken a turn for the worst...but there had to be an explanation. With skepticism in your heart, you felt you needed them to prove without a shadow of a doubt that this Castiel was in fact some sort of all powerful being.

“She’s right in here,” Sam informed as he came around the corner, gesturing to you. In tow, a man in a khaki trench coat, black suit pants, and a white button down behind him. He was...handsome. He was just as handsome as the other three. But there were no wings, no halo, no glowing light, no Heavenly look about him. He looked like a normal man…

Dean got up and hugged his friend, who returned the gesture before they turned their sole attention on you.

“So what do you think Cas?” Dean asked. “Is Y/N here coocoo for cocoa puffs or is she something else?”

Castiel frowned, tilting his head slightly before walking over to you, narrowing his gaze as he lowered himself to look you in the eyes.

“I can’t be for sure...She looks human enough. I’ll have to touch her soul,” he stated.

“You what?” you asked, peering at him.

“Your soul, I need to touch it,” he repeated.

“No, I got that but….Can we just slow down here? How do I even know this is legit?” you asked. “I mean, so far, all I’ve had to go on is some pretty elaborate stories, but no concrete evidence. So I think before this goes any further, I’d like to confirm that you’re a real angel,” you demanded, wondering how you sounded so sane...so...calm about telling someone to show you they're an angel.

“What would you like me to show you?” Castiel asked, a kindness in his voice.

“I don’t know. What...can you do? I mean, what can you show me?”

Castiel thought for a moment before walking over to your butchers block, pulling out a knife, and without much warning, jabbed it into his chest. The action made you jump back and gasp loudly.

“What is he--What are you doing?!” you demanded, your voice loud and shrill.

He pulled the knife out and opened his coat. “See? No wound. I can only be killed or hurt with a special blade.”

Slowly, you nodded, taking a few steps closer to him, examining the area for yourself. The coat, the shirt, both ripped, but underneath there wasn’t even a dot of blood. The knife wasn’t a trick knife because he pulled it from your kitchen.

But it still didn’t seem like enough. Illusionists did things like this all the time. So you thought. What could be something that would prove his powers or ability without question.

“Sam and Dean said you can heal people. Can you still do that?” you wondered, knowing they had explained after Castiel had fallen he had lost some of his abilities.

“Yes. I might not be able ot bring you back from the dead, but I can heal most wounds,” he informed, stoic and monotone.

You nodded, picking up the same steak knife he’d just used on himself, taking a deep breath. This was crazy, absolutely crazy, but you needed answers and you needed to be sure this was real.

Taking the blade, you dug it into your hand as deep as you could bear without just utterly screaming out, but at least making a deeper cut than a paper cut. After a moment, blood starting to spill out from the severed flesh.

“There. Can you heal that?” you asked, holding your hand out.

Castiel said nothing, he simply held your wrist in one hand, and put his hand on top of yours, a gold light and warmth coming from your palm. Within two seconds, he let go, and let you examine your hand. It looked as if you’d never even touched it. It felt great, no stinging, no pain.

Your eyes went back and forth from your palm to the man before you, and back again, over and over as disbelief washed through you and you stumbled backwards. HEaring the stories from Dean and Sam was one thing. Meeting a being who...an angel. An angel was standing in your kitchen. This meant...everything you’d ever believed in was real. God. Hell. Heaven. Angels. Demons. Satan...All of it, true….Walking amongst everyone.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Sam asked as he reached out for you from the other side of the table.

“I...I...I just... I need a moment,” you said as you turned to walk out to your backyard.

“She appears to have nausea, dizziness, and confusion,” Cas informed as you started to walk by him. Frowning, you looked at him and shook your head as you escaped the madness inside your house.

This couldn't be real. It was fun to pretend. It was neat to think that all of this was really real. But now...it wasn’t what you thought it would feel like. Knowing angels existed, it meant that demons existed. Knowing God existed, it meant Satan existed, and now he had some demon child about to be born into the world, wreaking Lord knows what havoc.

You’d always thought that when you learned the Divine truly did exist, it would feel joyous, happy...but now, every light must have a dark. Every evil have a good. So where there were good people, there were bad….A Heaven meant a Hell…

Not to mention all the monsters Sam and Dean had told you about. They sounded like bad dreams, nightmares come to life, something from a wicked movie...And of course, they sounded unbelievable. But now...now it meant they were real, that innocent people died from monsters everyday, all over the world. It meant that at any moment, they could kill you. Life as you knew it was...different.

You heard a door close behind you and you knew it was one of the guys coming to check on you, most likely Sam, as he seemed to be the sensitive one in the group. But when Dean appeared beside you, it surprised you.

“You okay?” he asked, staring straight ahead, and again that inkling of a feeling that he didn’t do well with emotions came bubbling up.

“Yeah. I just...I needed a minute…” you said in a soft voice. “I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I probably seem like a total idiot. I’m telling you I hear voices and I’m having a mental breakdown from meeting an angel. I’m sure you think I’m sort of backwards.”

He shrugged. “Like I said before, you were a little too chill about the whole thing. Some people need to see it to believe it, and you’re probably like that,” he informed.

“I suppose so. I felt you and Sam were telling the truth. There was just too much that was too detailed for you two to be making up or to be crazy...But to actually...to actually see him stab himself and then heal me…” You wanted to go on, but for some inexplicable reason, you wanted to cry. Probably because you were beyond your wits end. You had no idea what to think of feel right now.

“Believe me, I get it. I’ve been in this...business a long time. Since we were little, and I never cease to get the shit shocked out of me. Hell I thought I’d seen it all with my Dad. Disgruntled spirits, a few demons, run of the mill stuff. But then...well, we met a reaper, we met Leviathans, we met God. Let me tell you, that was a doozy. I mean, you keep thinking ‘This is it. This is as big and as bad as it gets.’ But then something comes along and just kicks you in the balls and teeth and...and it’s hard to accept it. So I don’t expect someone who’s never seen anything weirder than a computer virus to take this all without some sort of meltdown.”

A smile pulled at the corner of your mouth at his comment.

“I just thought...I thought learning of God and Heaven and angels would be a good thing. You know? I always thought that if I ever had an experience or when I died or whatever...I always thought I would be thrilled. I mean, who wouldn’t be? You’re learning life’s great mysteries. But now…”

“Now all you see is the evil?” he finished, turning to look at you with a stone face.

You nodded, biting your lip. “Yeah...But that’s part of who I am. I’ve always been cautious, scared, worried. I mean, as a kid, I was always afraid of strangers, thinking they would kidnap me. As an adult, I don’t go into dark alleys, I don’t get into my car until I’ve looked in the back. And nothing’s happened to me to make me paranoid like that...It was just always part of me...So now, I learn all of the good stuff is real, my mind can’t help but go to the bad too. Great, so there’s angels, does that mean my neighbor is a demon? God exists? Great, but now Lucifer has a little bundle of Hell on the way, trying to get him ready for...whatever...It’s just not the fairytale I always imagined, ya know?”

“Yeah, I do. I also know...it won’t get better,” he said, wisdom in his tone. “I’m not gonna sit here and lie to you and tell you that you shouldn’t see it that way, or there’s more good in this world or any of that hippie junk. Because there’s not. Good might win, most of the time, but it comes with a hefty price. It’s never easy.”

He stopped, and your eyes cast down to the grass on your yard as you nodded.

“Now, you also don’t have to go through with this. It’s up to you, and knowing what you know. No one’s gonna force you to go through this. I will say, whenever we head back in there, my friend Cas is gonna search your soul. He’s going to put his arm in your chest and touch and feel your very soul to see what’s going on with you. Now, I don’t know what he's going to find. Maybe you’re psychic, maybe you’re just crazy...Maybe it’s nothin’ at all and he can heal you. But once you find out, we’re gonna have to make a choice. To either go down the rabbit hole if it’s some sort of freaky power and embrace it, which means this life we live will be your life. Or you can take the knowledge and just live with it. You can take what Cas tells you and move on with your life and forget we ever met. But just so you know, once you’re in this life, you can’t get out, and it’s not easy.”

“From what you and Sam told me, it doesn't sound easy, any of it. Losing your dad or getting your mom back, losing friends and family….You two have lived a harder life than anyone should,” you remarked softly. “I don’t know what I’ll do, to be honest. I guess it all depends on what he tells me, but thank you for telling me. You’re a good man, Dean Winchester,” you noted with a smile.

“I’m just a guy who saves people and hunts bad shit for a living,” he said with a shrug.

“You’re so much more than that, and the fact that you either don’t see it, or won’t admit it, means I’m right,” you said before kissing his cheek and walking back inside.

Castiel and Sam were sitting and talking at the table, their chatter slowing and quieting when you approached them.

“Okay, I’m ready. I want to find out what’s going on inside my head,” you stated.

“Very well,” Castiel said as he stood.

“Can we go somewhere private?” you asked, not comfortable doing this in front of the boys, or your kitchen. For some reason, you just really wanted the comfort of your own bedroom, surrounded by all the things you loved.

“I’ll go wherever you like,” Castiel said, bowing slightly.

You nodded, giving the boys a goodbye glance, a small smile from both of them in return as you escaped into your bedroom, the angel following you before you shut the door.

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savingtheunderworldofficial · 4 years ago

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Supernatural

For SUPERNATURAL STORIES THE SHOW ON CW KIE IS ON THAT HIDDEN

KIE CRYING GAMES

Yesterday stories and todays kie cring games

Supernaral sceanes in the movie so true events from born true

Yesterday night

I dissided to talk to dean out of hell

Then i brought him some stuff to smoke

I forgot to pay off the store out their angels warn dean about catagrismic of smoking

About stealing and eating

Then angels got mad demons agreed not they have to feed

Then kie ask satan to take him again

Then kie took demons and agenles and bringing them back to ocean bay city

Wait now on that new bugging boring city nothing but boring outsiders and goobers and gobber's signs up sign down to distract the non livers here fuck that take the island f u all this is shit town

Today stories is erales saving kie

She didnt know on how he got here

Well long time ago

The storie of kie

He almost killed himself

On a roof top in brooklyn ny

First hd writing many stories

Then he got paanoad

Then smoke came threw the mist

Saw his fellow comrad effect him

Saw that then he didnt smoke

Teteta

Smoked in the demons venasa house he saw it and wanted to know

Smoked from the demonz

Blood of dawn

Then more movie were brought

Andy beat up fake shit

Kie said not my prob

Left

Then another guy was called

Kie said take her

Then venesa started new blood

Kie started to win and loose all the time

Movie came between brooklyn

The fight of war

Bring back before i go foward

Supernatural started in the 70for dad and mom

Mom desided to take bare of her stomack

She stated this kidd is smArt but hon weektheld the babie secrete of him

Carlos and kie bagan to play fight new moves kie got kicked and hit theheat meeter past out with a bruse slash on his eye ..jonathsn shegod

The son of kie a demond took him. And both of them showed them thir future past and present real shit

It felt kie cried for the devils and christ

Both desided tk give him something a saving mission for kie so kie laged on the crown and said devil

If u take me and give kie everything

So movies after movies started

Kie over whelmed with marijuana

So he deside to take a jorney

Back to the worlds of worlds

Kie first lost jonathan at home threw his movue

Then kie started a show

Then kie fir got cuase kie

First was on a mission of

To forget knowing not why

He began to expectations expirence

Ladies came gone

Kie got mixed up woth real and daydreaming still to this day daydreaming and night dreaming

Some dream came threw

Black calm dreams of tottal blackness

Rest came hs becomes immortal in his future --- back to the begining

Greedy krueger came and lie got taking

Unrissitable to the lives of all shegods

And freedy and lie became best kids friends to save kids and give the kids all the dreams they had but soon cops got in the way and thought they where stealing but the kids where still becoming strong and the freedy kids and lie kids became a well of pals on an on saving the Miss treated kids.

Then kie started to pay off with the mission if the gods and the guardians of the heavens door verizon and all wifi mofted with tv.ma netflix to certify and certify and fda approved most still pending lie netflix under lulygeo netflix and kie verizon ai come to get her for once to save the underworlds of kids

Kie kept going back to see gods in heaven

Then kie started to fade

The kie started

To make a ruetine with the family

That came later still in the movue

Kie still in school college hofstra .audio research .meds school. He died as a homie pig back at it again Ginnie pic for most meds ..wats that certifying most meds seeing wats new invega keep him dead in the movies like dead walking movie robot to the future robots kept him

Calos when kie got hit the gods took both of us robots did

Im not sure what happen when i got kicked and steemed

Mom came with her man thought

Kie thought it was dad mistake

Thoght it was mom too

Both of them feel out

Kie sent down to family cuase kie didnt finish

Cuasin came from padros and nito family

Drugs came kie was to small for biz

Gif small time gangster if candy sweet candy games for kids all hollween candy

Mom use to give him his favorite candy corn

1800

1900

Kie started to sees that to guy cry and run over by the ppl of god fa

ther

Kie still playing with his god father

Went to have better days with godparents

Went out to places with them unreal family love that he missed

STARTED TO LOVE HIS 5 YEAR OLD LIFE

kie started to eat alot of evetything godparent gave him to this day

Then ice truck cames

Jimmies ice truck kie loved that giving and resiving ice

That girl from that huse ppl where still living there

Kie ramiged to closets having fun and making a mess

Then the

Jerking cames kie started to jerk to the movies but loosing his sperm so

Hi desided to grow up get a girl

Kie guvkef gor his first time in weldon

But she was hairy so he didnt like it

So kie stated

About the lock

Kie mother went to work kie broks the doir again becuse he left the kie inside

Mother that took him left everymornin

He didnt havd a phone

Wat to do i shouldve waitef but ppl

Where still movies

Didnt have anyone but david and joshawa

The wroked constinlately

Kie stupind broke the door becuase for noresson hd just was scred of seeing the family leave so he told they left him without keys

I broke the door and found rooms closed his room was still there

Ghost home

No brother monfamily

None

He fell asleep in that house with ghost

Kie and john in the movie they where showing him kie died dereck died john and kie rapef and abused

Kie dont remember of that but images of waht papa saids no so i stoped

Then continualed with gods mission

Saved john

Saved dereck saved carlos irving and suhey coco and all of the family

Kie speacial boygirl

Kie kept smoking finding out this boy just smoked everything

From bleach to deroritns

Secrets he put on from that took showers with one smoke

Kie left desided to go to god

Kie got birnt in his room alive what a murder for kie

Then fifty camehim and fifty

Something eles

Kie shot him self with a gun fifty jumped and died

Kie alond with his shadows becames stronger smoked wih them but didnt know he was with them

Luz came in thats fity ppl

Kie here with ppl on top of him kie

Watching is movie unvale

Luz started to take care ofge came back luz was here is that lucy

Kie didnt know

Gorge started to love wachother inba family way

Themove second in the 2000

1980

Kie was piss broke so lucy got him in the syic kie stated to be a ginnie pig for the hospitals still is falles asleep after ever drug doss still the young doctor wanted to help

So wifi and all wifi bacame outside and inside kie desided to do contruction fir borroughs the kid got scared and said to everybody leave the water is coming

Kie started to ebsorb plans

Ameeb cam after sandy

Kie ysed it saved everybody everytume after weasther

Kidd alla doing it wring kie

Said stop u doing it wrong kie said the weatger we in ths black hole dont wroory about the weather

Aquamen put us uderwater on the world island saved us if was anazing she just saved us water all around in the clouds

I knew she wilk saved

Stop doing that kidd alla ameen

He stoped kie stop abd just called rhe supervilluns and superheros

Soon kie get swiped by this all the time

All his stuff that goes to the movie and music goes out all the time

Jumpers came.

Rapits gods that wore rapits saw his future

Kie desided that was a fare deal

Lucy kept getting swipped looking for kie wgwn they moved here

Kie started to go to programs and movie and music

So kie started to creat the phone with metro pcs

Swipper was still at work ppl shoyld play play with that for tv and for ppl but ppl gst convused it does take time u have pay with ur phone uf all have unlimmited verizon started to say kei work

So i wirk with all wifi-$

Money little

Kie cry more money kie cry kie got

Kie got bomb shehe loves that

A relive cane he serches fir that

That its hapoyndss us coming to a bigning

Thwn bigie and teo pack past in the 1900

Then kie broght back twopack and biggie

Gorge got a job

Shehe still gwts swipped for leaving

But kie savs shehe all over i call him that becise she hears the sound of shegods he goes beserk kie too

Boobs and tits got to get out

Momie backing looking like fools mmey lier u git beutiful and kie see u louching

Rich as fuck and dont give a fuck money yes

2000

Metrotron jailed kie

For hitting a cop then kie desided

Ti become a cop then the love stories became for àtill as a 4 year old he atill does good and legit and some dont know they get tricked by the other cops

Hehehehhehheheehehahahha

All Fun and games

Kie cried

2001

Kie moved over here

With crookes and. Murders and inzane in thek kie membrain

Ppl loved kie fight lived kie

Kie started with muaic kept getting swipped messed upcant issis came2002

Kie cryed

2002

Kie astarted with saint jons

Work came

2020

Movies

Came prat

Fifffty came

Fity got shit

Jokes cames

That mother fuckder always loves to asmoke awoke and a dick wide he ia

Fight comes to movies

2020

Follow them i want some issis coochie

Gangster mother fucker no call me mother fucker oooooo i want some kie dick swippped kie fucking shit chinesses food came a black humain soulder super soulder dilvered his no smokes and just food kie is alive he been getting his stuff and dillivering it to ocean bay i

2020

Astill in the study room where I made all my rhymes for all the rhymers for black people latinos and all artistitas..still making

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reaction post typed while watching SPN 13x07 “War of the Worlds”

in which I explain exactly why I don’t enjoy Buckner/Ross-Leming episodes (beyond obvious problematic issues and pacing), and why Meredith Glynn’s episodes are better imo

03:41pm

don’t know what to expect, so it’s gonna be SURPRISE

not expecting greatness since it’s the deadly duo, but i’m hoping this won’t become a “cas is leaving and won’t be back or mentioned for 8 episodes straight” thing

(or a “these writers are racist and misogynists” thing)

THERE’S A FLY IN MY ROOM

why do they never just fly back out the way they came in??? THE WINDOW IS OPEN YOU CURSED BEAST

03:44

whoop time to pull my window blind down ‘cause this show is so dark and i can’t see shit

03:45

i have yet to care about asmodeus

and i decidedly don’t care about lucifer

i care about mary in the sense that i don’t want anything bad to happen to her but i’m fine with her not being part of the main story

does that downtrodden black demon have a name?? i’m still rooting for him either way

also still can’t tell if michael’s vessel is a white dude or not

(edit: i think maybe no)

03:48

frankly i am still unsure why jack blasted team free will across the room, repeating his last mistake, given that doing that killed someone before??

was it like a “if gonna hurt everyone and here let me prove it” thing? or a “i’m getting you out of the way so you can’t grab me” thing??

03:50

*insert stock footage here*

05:53

cas lists all the worst possible scenarios

yea he’s a dad

03:54

why is david haydn-jones credited in this?!?!?!?! WHAT

maybe a flashback

WHOA WAIT OSRIC CHAU TOO WHAT IS HAPPENING ??!??!!?

ARE THEY ALL ALIVE IN THE PARALLEL UNIVERSE

05:56

cas: “my contact is already anxious... won’t speak in the presence of a stranger”

sure jan

what’s the bet the writers have a pool of “reasons cas has to go alone” and they just pick one from a hat

dean: “so introduce me, then i’m not a stranger”

good. please.

UGH I AM SO SICK OF CAS DOING THINGS ALONE

but tbh i’m kind of amazed dean is healthy enough to let cas go alone and not worry that he’s gonna lose the guy again, given he just got back from the dead