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masterwords · 2 years ago

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Pls pls pls if you’re still in the mood could you do hotch “id do it for you” and derek “look at that, you’re blushing” <333 (maybe even make it slightly smutty because it sounds dirty but its up to you!!).

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Hey! Sorry it took a bit to get this one done, but I hope you like it! I don't really do smut very well, but I went right up close.

(Warnings: marijuana smoking & sex in the woods, eh. Not graphic but yeah, you know what they're gonna do and good for them, too.)

(3.2k words / On AO3 if you prefer.)

It isn't so wild anymore, not so small. There are more houses than he remembers but it doesn't really look that different. A few of the shops have had face lifts or changed owners but in towns like this nothing really changes.

“Do I really have to do this?' Derek whines from the passenger seat. Jack fell asleep the minute the car hit the highway, and though they'd intended to have some serious talks about what this was, so far it had been crisp silence.

The “this” in question is a gathering that Hotch's mother was throwing at her home. Each time she spoke to him about it she seemed to have a distinctly different story. Her memory was fading with age and he didn't have the heart to poke too many holes in her stories, especially given that he knew very well that the reason she was having trouble keeping her stories straight had more to do with telling a lie than it did any real memory problems. In this case, anyway.

She was making him come so that she could, in her way, check up on him. It had been nearly half a year since Haley's death, nearly half a year of he and Jack on their own. They'd gone through enough holidays that she could avoid those emotional landmines and were now deeply settled in the doldrums of summer. So, in her way, she needs to make sure they're okay. Her way being a far cry from what he would consider somewhat normal, but then, this was his normal. Derek's mom would call and keep up with him, ask him what was going on in his life, if he was well. Hotch's mom found those sorts of conversations unbearable, so she threw parties. Cocktail parties, birthday parties, pot lucks.

That she's always been a deeply lonely person, even in the midst of a crowd, was only the cherry on top. Hotch would be lying if he said he couldn't relate there.

In any case, there was no amount of reason that could make Derek want to go. He found Hotch's family troubling and difficult to understand. He's going out of a sense of duty, he loves Hotch and he would never refuse this...but the thing is, neither one of them want to be there and that isn't sitting well with him.

“I'd do it for you,” Hotch replied softly, and that was meant to be the end of it. Would have been, too, except Derek had anticipated that and already had a retort.

“Yeah, but my family is fun. My mom loves you. Your family...”

“Is stuffy and awful, I know. But Sean will be there.”

That was the only reason Derek said yes in the first place, though he had his doubts about whether it would prove to be true. Sean isn't exactly the most reliable.

“If I can do it, so can you.” Hotch tried to smile at that, because what he meant was that his family liked Derek an awful lot more than they liked him. Especially now. And in his small hometown, word spread like wildfire...not a soul would look at him and not know about what happened to Haley on his watch. That they had been divorced for years wouldn't be a talking point, but his responsibility to protect his family would be on everyone's lips. He's only going now because he knows if he puts it off, the gesture is going to become more desperate and his mother can only be held off for so long. He's got to head her off at the pass. It's going to be painful, but worse for him than for Derek, of that he's certain.

What he'd assumed to be a ruse was actually very much real. At one point it was just a small dinner, another it was a few people from church...but no, it turned out to be a garden party. The entire front and side yards are decorated with balloons and tables full of food, there are lawn games set up and children Hotch doesn't know already running around. Jack joins them without even questioning who they are. The beauty of childhood.

“A party? For real?” Derek asks and Hotch just shrugs. He can't find it in himself to be shocked at anything his mother does anymore.

“She told me...” Well, she told him a lot of things. “Just stay with me.”

Derek has never had a problem with parties or getting to know people, he's easily the center of attention but this affair is something he really has no idea how to navigate. Hotch has no problem slipping into the role, though, he's a master. He puts on that charming soft smile, and he extends his hand to a dozen of their neighbors and distant family relations who tell him they're very sorry for his loss. He takes it in stride, lets Derek hook their hands and lace their fingers together. No one says a word, and he doesn't pull away. This party is clearly his mother's way of making sure he and Jack are alright, and with Jack running around laughing with a group of rowdy children, that really only leaves him. Derek is helping.

“Are you eating?” Her voice startles him, and Hotch wheels around to finally see the stony, pinched features of his mother. Her hair is pulled back in a neat bun at the nape of her neck, the same pitch black sparked with silver as his own, drawing her forehead impossibly tight around her narrowed hawk eyes. The gingham dress she's had pressed and fluffed for the occasion is in direct opposition to her frown, but that's just her face.

“I'm eating,” is his response. It's not a whole lie, but the cocktail of medications he's taking have suppressed his appetite immensely. He's not going to argue with her, though. Looking him up and down, she has her doubts and vocalizes none of them. She's done her duty in asking, so she moves on, wraps Derek in a hug that feels a little stiff and a little awkward. She means it, though, she's very fond of Derek in her way. She is simply not an affectionate woman.

They find Sean out back with the dads and the burnouts, exactly where Derek was hoping to spend his evening. Hotch leaves him there to make more rounds, he's nowhere near done appeasing his mother and proving that he's fine (whether he actually is or not really doesn't make a difference, it's all a game and he's a halfway decent actor) but Derek doesn't need to play along. He hangs around the grill and helps where he can, tossing back bottles of dixie beer and laughing loud with Sean.

As the big orange sun sinks over the treetops, Hotch is exhausted and ready to hide for an eternity. He's more than tripled the number of social interactions he has the capacity for when all of the focus is on him. It's worse than Haley's funeral, no one stands on formality here. They ask prying questions and give him their accusing looks without any real care or grace to soften their edges. He's used to being a sounding board, the shock absorbent silent type, but even he has his limits. No one cared this much when he and Haley divorced, but now it's all anyone wants to talk about. That's small towns for you, though. The news hits hard and fast, and it'll burn out just as fast once everyone has spoken their piece. Perhaps that was really his mother's motive, pulling them all out of the woodwork to stop the gossip train in its tracks. She's wily, that one. He's impressed, the more he thinks about this awful stage production.

He impressed but he's also done.

Jack begs to go home with his new best friends, a few cousins who live down the lane. Relatives of Haley's. He texts Jessica to verify before giving his blessing, he trusts her. (She gives the thumbs up, and also makes sure to mention she's glad she's not there and not to tell anyone that she's around.) They're not really cousins but that's an easy way to describe it to Jack, he leans into it. Hotch says it's okay, he'll see him in the morning.

He finds Derek in the small rugged orchard that backs up the house, not too far, leaning against a rotting old cherry tree with a joint carefully cupped in his hand as if Hotch wouldn't know what he was hiding. He could smell it a mile away, everyone could. People were talking about what they were doing out here, scandalized that they'd do it out in the open with children present. Those same people walked around with their stiff martinis and their prescription happy pills like it wasn't the same. Maybe it isn't, Hotch thinks, but he really doesn't care and he doesn't want to think about it anymore. His soul is stretched paper thin.

Derek's lips are red with the juice of the overripe fruit, they'd all been eating their fill at their mother's request. She'd had the trees sprayed that year and no one to do the picking, all the fruit was going to seed. Eat, eat she had said and Derek...well he hadn't grown up with fruit trees, this was always his favorite part of visiting the Hotchner house. If he only knew she'd had the trees sprayed just for him, the only person who still thought those trees were worth a damn, he might have felt different about coming. She had her moments. They were startling, few and far between, but there nonetheless.

“Shit, FEDs!” Same old song and dance. That's Jacob, a cousin from their mother's side, and he's been making that joke as long as Hotch has been with the FBI. He still laughs himself silly and Hotch thinks nothing like a good cautionary tale. Sean socks him in the arm and rolls his eyes.

“That one's a FED too, asshole.” He pointed to Derek who just waved, wiggling his fingers and winking before taking another long, lazy pull on the joint he held. Approaching him, ignoring the rest of the gathering, Hotch lets the entire facade drop. His shoulders slump and he looks exhausted, that's all Derek can see. He's worn out and near collapse, but Derek is finally having a good time and he doesn't want it to end...he wants Hotch to join him. Without giving it much thought (or, really, just the opposite...it had been all he could think about all day) he grabs Hotch by the back of the neck and pulls him chest to chest, forehead to forehead and kisses him. It's innocent at first, until Hotch realizes that he's opening those cherry juice slicked lips and pushing grassy green smoke into his mouth. Struggling not to cough, Hotch admits quickly that he has no recourse before sucking the smoke deep into his own lungs and holding it tight. Just long enough to feel the burn and the spreading warmth before letting it seep slowly out like smoldering dragon's breath.

“You been holding out on me, Agent?” Derek asks in his husky whisper, forgetting that they were surrounded by people. Hotch didn't mind, he just smiled.

“There are a lot of things you don't know about me.” The weed went right to his head. He hadn't eaten more than half a bowl of cereal and a few bites of toast that morning and he knows he's going to pay for it now, but maybe that's what he needs after enduring hours of people's thinly veiled judgments about his failure as a husband and father.

Derek pulls Hotch against him, hugs him from behind and continues puffing his way through what he's got left of his joint. It's hardly more than a smoldering nub now, the smoke circling both of their heads and Hotch is breathing it in without really worrying about it now. He's not exactly happy with Derek shotgunning him without asking first, he'll probably hear about it later, but for the moment his coiled tight muscles are relaxing into Derek's embrace and the sneak attack had more than done its job. Derek nuzzls into the warmth of Hotch's neck and smiles.

“You know this is violating a number of very strict Buearu policies? We could be terminated.” Hotch's words are sharp but he's so calm, almost liquid and floating beneath Derek's arms. Derek lets out a soft chuckle and whispers in his ear so close his lips tickle the delicate skin.

“Don't worry, my boyfriend is the big boss...he's got a lot of connections...”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. He's kinda scary. People don't really mess with him...”

Hotch smiles easily at that and lets himself finish melting. Not so big and scary right now. He feels like he's made of putty and stars, sparkling and tingling in a pit of primordial ooze. The sun starts her slow descent, her disappearing act behind the line of skeleton cherry trees and knotty peach trees weighted down with their heavy fruit. Hotch wants one badly.

He's eyeing one from afar, and Derek follows his gaze effortlessly to the glowing peach tree. “Which one?” he asks, and Hotch's eyes go wide as he tries to remember mentioning a peach. Or was Derek reading his mind? He knows he's really high and it's a little goofy...how often he and his handful of friends had hidden back here and done this very thing but with far more sinister intentions. Nothing so innocent as just wanting a peach, unless that peach was a vehicle in which to pack a renegade firework meant to be tossed at someone none of them particularly liked.

Grabbing Hotch's hand, Derek pulls him away from the laughing mess of smoking faces and out into the ragged lines of a once neatly pruned orchard. The peach trees are ominous, gnarled like old arthritic knuckles and some of the branches weep like willows they're so heavy with fruit. The bees have gone to sleep for the night but they have left their mark in a wasteland of half eaten overripe fruit. Derek finds one that is nearly as big as his hand and plucks it from a high branch, handing it to Hotch expectantly. He may as well be offering him the world.

It's nearly enough to bring him to tears. Derek has no idea why, but he can see that Hotch is blushing (it's either that or crying) a little even in the creeping moonlight.

“Look at that, you're blushing,” Derek whispers, watching as Hotch takes the first bite of the peach. Juice trickles down his chin and he wipes at it with the back of his hand.

“You can't know that in this light.”

“I would know it in any light, Aaron Hotchner.”

They steal a blanket from the basket out on the back porch, the outside blankets that usually need a good shaking out before you can really trust them. They don't see much use these days. With it stashed under his arm, Hotch makes sure that Derek has one more of Sean's gifted goodies before he drags him out past the orchard and into the woods. They're thick and quiet, but Hotch is following a path he knows by heart, it's imprinted on his soul.

Now it's a hunter's platform, but it used to be a treehouse that all the kids would hide out in. With pails of fruit collected from any tree or bush bearing its gifts of the season, they would sit for hours and plot all sorts of world domination...at least the younger ones. The older ones used it as a hideaway to do a bit of exploring on physical planes. During the off season, when hunters are nowhere near, it belongs to the kids again, smoking and drinking and playing their games. Tonight, for Hotch, it is simply solace.

At the top, they can faintly make out the glow of the twinkle lights at Hotch's mother's home. They flicker tiny like fireflies, and it's a lot more pleasant from this vantage point. Derek sparks up his joint and sucks a hit deep into his lungs, and it's Hotch's turn this time to make the first move. He presses his lips to Derek's and opens his mouth, takes the burning earthy smoke into his own lungs deep. He lets it sit there, swirling its tendrils and spreading its warmth, breathes some out through his nose in his unwillingness to break the seal. He just wants the kiss. He would have taken it without the smoke, but tonight he isn't thinking about that...being home plays tricks with his mind, and at least this one isn't tripping him into the darkness.

“Your mom threw this whole party to see how you were doing...” Derek muses as they lay down side by side on the blanket and stare up into the tens of thousands of stars that have come out of hiding. The moon is huge and milky white, beckoning the stars into existence. Hotch sighs.

“She could have just asked.”

“You would have lied.”

They both laugh at that. It's easier to laugh right now. Hotch feels weightless, he's floating in the ocean of stars and not bothering much with trying to find any sense of gravity. Derek turns toward him and whispers something about being alone, everyone else is heading inside, the twinkle lights are going out and the party is dying down to embers. They can hear Sean's bellowing laugh and the sound of his guitar plunking through the trees, it's his show now. No one will come looking for them, Hotch knows that. He's no stranger to the many uses this platform is good for when you have a little something to take the edge off and a blanket. He's still the same quietly brooding, thrill seeking teenage boy when you tear down the walls he's built, he's realizing.

Before he had time to talk himself out of it with any sort of ill-timed logic (and he was getting so dangerously close, the more the thought about who else he'd brought up onto this platform), he was rolling onto his side and perching on top of Derek. Since Foyet's attack, their sex life hasn't exactly been great, and Derek has been more than understanding. He's been almost saintly. Right now, Hotch realizes as he straddles Derek's waist, is the first time he hasn't trudged through the familiar murky fields of worry and worthlessness...he just cups Derek's jaw in his hands and smiles. There is no hesitation, he bends down and kisses Derek hard and hungry until he could no sooner say no to this than he could stop staring at the silver moonlight reflected in Derek's surprised eyes. Derek's hands slide up and under his shirt, long fingers dancing along his spine, gripping his shoulders to pull him down and closer. He's unbuttoning Hotch's pants and then his own, wasting no time. The last of the lights have gone out at the house, even Sean has taken his party somewhere else, and they are alone with the crickets chirping and the frogs singing at the creek that babbles right along through the woods behind them. Under the canopy of trees and tasting like syrupy sweet peaches and stringent green smoke, Derek invites him in a husky and warm voice to do whatever he wants. “We've got all night...” he whispers, and he pulls Hotch close and kisses him again. And again.

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #sean hotchner #hotchner family party #hotchgan #criminal minds

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supernature-al · 3 years ago

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Huge spn spoilers for season 1 and onward

Tw: implied suicidal thoughts/actions

Spn season 1, ep 12- "Faith"

-at the beginning of the episode we meet Layla who is trying to be healed by a faith healer. Dean gets healed instead.

-at the end of the episode (I've spared you the details), Dean tells Layla "I'm not much of the praying type, but I'll pray for you."

-Layla replies with "well, that's a miracle right there."

Headcannon that Dean never forgot her. He though of poor Layla through the years, of how she only had 6 months to live and how she was never healed. He thought of her when miracles happened in his own life. When Sam came back, when Cas came back (pick your favorite time for either) and all the others. When he realized he loved Cas, when he saw he had a family in the bunker.

And he did pray for her. In the six months after they left Layla, Dean prayed periodically, silently, in a strange, hard, unknown bed every few nights. He counted the months, and after a while he assumed she'd died. The praying died off, but every now and then a miracle would happen in his own life and he would think of Layla, who had faith even when the miracles didn't happen.

He prayed the night Cas died. He prayed in a way he never had before; he prayed with his whole being, crying, screaming, breaking things. His prayer was the loudest among earth. It was so loud, that Jack only heard his. For the whole night while Dean raged, Jack listened. He heard every tear hit the floor, every bone that fractured under his skin as he punched the walls of his room in misery. Every agonized yell he let out until he could summon forth no more. His voice was hoarse. His hands were broken and useless by the time Sam found him. Jack brought Cas from the empty, and his first question:

"How's Dean?"

Jack could only shake his head and reply that there was work to be done. Castiel, newly reunited with full angelic grace under Jack's demand, watched over Dean. For the two months between his own death and Dean's, he watched Dean grow colder and more distanced from himself than Cas had ever seen during his time on earth with the boy. Jack would not let him visit.

"The time will come." He said. And meanwhile down on our planet, Dean had seemingly been trying to wind the clock forward to whatever time Jack was referring to. He would go just a *little* too fast on a crowded road, *almost* forget to press the brakes when he sees a brick wall on an upcoming turn. He would take his guns of the walls some nights while Cas watched him. He would stare at them and Cas' eyes would well and spill as Dean sat in silent contemplation in the early hours of the mornings.

He watched him die. When that peice of rebar, the most obscure thing, peirced his chest, Cas swears he could feel it too. He heard dean's thoughts, breath, and heartbeat stop bfore the goosebumps bloomed on his flesh as he saw the metal protruding outward. Cas also heard the blood run to Sam's face in anticipation of the death he knew Dean wouldn't let himself escape. Cas felt Dean's regretful relief take the weight from his shoulders that had weighed him down so heavily in the weeks following his love's death. Cas, the only angel in heaven that could feel and felt for this human alone, turned his head away from Dean voluntarily for the first time. He could not bear to watch such a scene, even when he knew it meant they would reunite soon. Seconds from now. Cas felt- what his human vessel would have considered to be anxieties. He huffed around the first few days Dean was in heaven.

Jack apologized many times since then, and Cas still hasn't forgiven him, but he spends his days with Dean anyway. And sometimes, on the sunnier days when the two of them sit outside of their house that they share in heaven, Dean remembers Layla. He asked Cas about her one day.

"She arrived years ago," he told him "She heard your prayers. She thanks you."

#dean winchester #sam and dean #destiel #jensen ackles #castiel #spn s1 #spn spoilers #spn hcs #spn s15 #wow actual acceptance of the finale??? where?#god please i just watched that s1 ep and it lowkey sucked but eh #i just want to create problems on purpose so i wake up and choose painful violence like this.#also im rewatching the whole series so be ready for more gaping holes in your chests #sighs

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softhxtch · 4 years ago

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TITTLE: Just Be Here

SUMMARY: Reader just finished a case and her husband, Aaron Hotchner is always there to support her.

PAIRING: female! reader x Aaron Hotchner

CHARACTERS: reader, Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss and David Rossi (literally for a second), Allison (OC)

WARNINGS: child assault and abuse; mentions of misscariage, alcohol usage, body fluids (blood, urine, vomit), pornography.

WORD COUNT: 3,5K

A/N: am i back? i don’t know hahah, but it’s something, right? again in this story Jack doesn’t really exist, sorry. and again CAC - Crimes Against Children.

'Hey, sweetie. You're safe, okay? Nobody's gonna hurt you anymore.', you whispered taking little girl into your arms. She was sobbing quietly with tears falling down her pink cheeks. She was no more than three years old, still in her purple pajamas, that were dirty form all the body fluids person can imagine and also dirty room she was held in. 'You're safe, Allison. You're safe.', you kept repeating and little girl just held her hands around you even tighter.

You looked around the room and the whole sight was just horrible. No windows, barely any lights, cages, blood and urine all over the floor. Just an awful place to be in let alone to live for months. Even the smallest thought of what was going on before the whole team came in gave you shivers and blood started to boil inside you. The place was there for years at that point and no one knew about it. You were just looking at your teammates, taking the rest of the kids out of the building. Some were crying, some were screaming and some were just clinging to the agents hoping that they would never comeback. And they never will. You would make sure of that.

' Allison, we have to go.', you said quietly, trying not to scare her. But little girl just shook her head and tightened her arms around your neck. 'We have to go. You need to see a doctor. It's scary, I know, but I'm gonna be with you all the time, okay?'

It wasn't easy to convince Allison to come out of the building, but after some negotiations and conversations with you she agreed. You're holding her in your arms as close as possible, trying to avoid the blue and red lights that were blinding both of you in the dark night.

Hospitals were always the last place that you're wanted to be. If you were the it only meant that either someone from your team or family was injured or one of the victims from your case were in tragic condition.

To put it straight, hospitals were never a good sign.

But you couldn't go home, not just yet. You promised Allison, that you would be with her this whole time, so you were also there when she got a check up from the pediatrician. You were holding her hand, caressing the back of it from time to time just to reassure her that you're there. Sometimes your would just add how great she was doing and how strong it is.

'Home.', Allison whined as doctor was checking on one of her bruised legs. Few tears fell down her cheeks, which made your hear break. It was horrible to seeing anyone in that position, but especially a child.

'You're doing great, Allison. Just few more minutes, okay?', you said quietly, taking hair out of her forehead.

'I just need to check the other leg and then you can have a long nap, till morning. How does that sound?', doctor asked and written down something on her notepad.

'I think it's great! Do you, Sonnie?', you said with a happy voice, looking at a little girl. She just nodded, still pouting from her cry few seconds ago. 'I'll be right back.', you said when you heard familiar phone ring. Doctor nodded understanding, but Allison held your hand not wanting to let you go. ' Allison, I'll be back in few minutes. I just need to answer that call, okay? You will be able to see me through the glass. I'm not going anywhere and until then you'll stay with Doctor Ashley.', you explained.

She wasn't convinced at all. It took you few more minutes for to actually let go of your hand. You explained everything a least three times. Doctor eyed you few times, but you just tried to ignore her. After years of working with children you knew how long it sometimes takes to convince them. Especially the ones that have been seriously hurt. They just wanted someone to be with them through the whole process and you understood it one hundred percent.

You sent Allison a small smile, saying one more time, that you'll be back in few minutes. After that you left the room and took out phone, dialing number that called you before.

'Hi.', you heard deep, yet soft voice on the other side. You sighed and replied with the same thing. 'Long night?'

'Yeah and I can't even see the end of it.', you answered and heard your husband's laugh. 'It wasn't a joke.', you added, rolling your eyes.

'I know. But it's kind of ironic considering that the sun will be up in less than an hour.', Aaron said. You could hear him moving around the house. Walking from bathroom to bedroom, probably getting ready for work. 'How are the kids?'

'Fine, if you could say it after living in a basement for most of your life and posing for creepy middle aged men.', you answered, feeling the shivers on your arms. The images that you saw literally just came back. And you can expect they will be coming back more often, but this time in your nightmares.

'All alive?', Aaron asked. You could hear him doing something in the kitchen, which made you smile, still looking at Allison. You actually would do everything to be right now with him in that kitchen. Waiting for his famous muffins with bacon and eggs, like he would do whenever both of you had day off.

'Yes, all eight of them.', you nodded. 'You're heading to work now? It's a bit early, even for you.'

'Not yet.', he answered quickly. You could hear another chews from the other side, which actually made your stomach going louder. 'But yesterday I picked up from the post office that coffee table, that you ordered and I thought I would put it together.'

'You're gonna put a coffee table together? At-', you asked surprised, looking at the watch on your phone. '-4:38 in the morning? Are you okay?', you added with a laugh.

'What can I say? I'm just bored without you.', he answered. Right after that you heard a loud noise from the other side and a quiet curse from Aaron.

'You're okay?', you asked, furrowing you brows.

'Yes. I'm looking for the box with all the tools.', he replied. 'I think I'll ask Morgan about them. He'll know what I should use.'

'How about you leave it to me, huh? I'll do it, because we don't want another trip to ER. It'll be third time this year, they'll assume that I'm assaulting you.', you laughed, hearing just quick 'hey!' from your husband.

For the first time in hours you actually felt nice. You didn't had constant fear in your head about the case. You weren't even thinking about it, right now what you were thinking about was Aaron and that stupid coffee table. And he knew about it, that was the reason why he called. After you were in a car with Allison and two policemen, you texted him that the case was over and you're headed to the hospital with victims. Both of you always do it, just to reassure each other that the other person is fine. Aaron on top of that would always call you. He's a very light sleeper, even waking up when you stir in bed sometimes, so every vibrations of his phone wakes him up. No matter what the time is on the clock, he always calls you. He knows how much you love your job and how saving kids was your thing. You loved it, after few years in narcotics unit you know you found your place. But Aaron also knew that you get very into the cases and you involve yourself a lot and if the case goes wrong you blame yourself really hard. Especially being a unit chief, just like him. So he always tried to light the mood even just a little and talk about the day, whatever comes to his mind.

'You're staying in the hospital, right?', it almost wasn't a question. It wasn't anything new to be honest. A lot of the times you would comeback to the hospital with the victims and especially with this case. He knew it wouldn't be different. You were working on it for over a month and it was draining you.

'Don't think I have a choice.', you admitted, looking back at Allison who was also starring at you. The doctor stopped examination and was about to leave. 'One of the girls won't let me go.'

'Just be careful, okay? And take care. Don't forget to eat something.', he reminded, knowing the previous situations.

'I will.', you reassured him. 'I love you.'

'I love you too, sweetheart. Give me a call later in a day.', Aaron said and you agreed.

After you said your goodbyes, you put the phone in the pocket and went back to the room. Allison immediately opened her arms and you laughed coming closer.

'You're back!', she said loudly, which made you laugh even more. Doctor Ashley smiled at both of you and left the room.

'I said I will.', you reminded her, patting her head. You could clearly see the tiredness in her eyes and how hard she was trying not to fall asleep. 'I think it's good time for a sleep.', you proposed, but Jade just shook her head immediately, taking back. ' Allison, you need to sleep.'

'Not sleepy.', she answered quietly, putting knees closer to her chest. 'Don't want to sleep.'

'You've been awake for a long time, Sonnie. You need to rest. I do too. Everyone needs to sleep so they will have energy for the next day.', you explained, but she once again shook her head. 'I'll be there the whole time. Nothing's gonna happen to you. You're safe.'

'Seven minutes?', she asked, trying to stop the yaw. You nodded and observed how she put her head on the pillow, drifting away from the real world.

Aaron Hotchner looked at his watch for the tenth time in the last 8 minutes. He signed and went back to signing papers in front him.

It was a slow day. Most paper work days were slow, but this one was even slower. He just couldn't focus. His thoughts were everywhere but in that office. He was thinking about his wife and what she's about to at that moment, probably still at hospital with the little girl. It was literally breaking his heart when he was thinking about your job and side effects, but also about your personal issues.

Being married for almost six years and together over eight, was something he was very proud of. He loved you with his whole heart and couldn't see anyone but you. The whole team always loved to see when a woman would flirt with Aaron, because it was always so funny to see him nicely declining the actions. Aaron Hotchner was a strong man with a very intimidating vibe, his voice could literally break you into a meltdown and get when a woman would approach him his eyes would always look for you. He just couldn't see his world existing without you.

With that being said he also knows you very well. Whenever something was wrong, he could feel it. Just from the look in your eyes or movement. You almost didn't have to talk to have a conversation. He understood you without any words and so did you.

After long nights when there were only you two together, Aaron knew what you wanted. Be knew all your dreams and wishes. Where you would like to go for vacations or favourite cuisine. Things that he could control. He also knew about your dream job and family wishes. Things he couldn't control and everytime Aaron would think about this, his heart would break into thousand pieces. Because if he could he would give you everything that you wanted and to do that he would sacrifice anything he could.

Quiet sound of a clock, that was announcing noon, got Aaron out of his thoughts. He looked at the clock just to assure himself of the hour and pressed his lips into thin line. Then he just closed the files on the rest, took coat and walked out of the room. Aaron walked to his friend's office and knocked on the door. He opened them after quick 'come in'.

'Dave, I'm gonna be back in an hour.', Aaron said, looking at the older man working on his papers. He looked up with pen still between his fingers.

'Everything's okay?', Dave asked and got quick nod from Aaron. 'Y/N's at the hospital again?'

'Yeah, they finished the case few hours ago so I'm sure she hasn't ate anything since.', he explained. 'I'm just gonna bring her food and come back.'

'No problem. If anything happens, we'll call you.', David said, waving younger man off. Aaron just laughed and closed the door. Then he walked down the stairs, wanting to leave the office.

'Hey, Hotch! Are you going again to get some food?', Emily's voice stopped him from going further. He turned around to face not only her, but three other agents. 'You're going outside, right?'

'Yes, Emily.', he sighed. 'But I'm not going to the place you love to eat from.'

'I figured. But maybe you would want to do us a favor and go there? Since you're already going outside the office.', she explained and Derek started to come closer with JJ right behind him. 'Look, it's raining outside and it's pointless to have two wet agents in the office. We will pay for the gas and also your food, huh?'

'Just text me your order and I'll see what I can do.', Aaron said, rolling his eyes slightly. Then he turned around and started walking towards the elevators, still hearing voices of agents behind him, who were deciding on the order.

Pediatric floor of the hospital was as always busy. Kids running around, parents trying to keep up with them, crying children from everywhere you can imagine and on top of that walls with so many colours, that he thought that someone vomited on them. He had no problem of finding the room where you were. Of course with a help from nurses.

Aaron slowly opened the door from the hospital room. He was expecting for either you or the child to be asleep and he didn't want to wake anybody up. But the sight inside made just his heart to melt.

You were sitting on the couch with Allison sleeping in your arms. Her head was on your chest and arms were really tight around the back. Her moth were slightly open, just like yours. But you also had your head hung back and he was sure he'd hear your complaints about the neck pains for the next week.

Aaron slowly put the package with your favourite food and something tasty for children on the small table near the door. Then he took the blanket from the bed and put it over you and the little girl, knowing how cold you must be from laying down in one place for so long. After that he just put a light kiss on your forehead and with one last look he left the room.

Aaron got to the elevator and took out his phone, checking out one message from Emily.

If you are going to the place near the hospital and there's a girl with short red hair, then say that you would like to order for Agent Prentiss 😘

He furrowed his brows at the message and dialed her right away.

'Did I say something wrong?', she answered after one signal.

'How this girl supposed to know your order?', he asked, looking at the numbers of elevator going down.

'She'll know, trust me. I've been there many time.', Emily laughed and Aaron could practically see her smile through the phone.

'Whatever.', he sighed, hearing the ding from the elevator. 'Oh and Prentiss?', Aaron called and heard quick 'yeah' from the other side. 'Stop sending me emojis. It's highly unprofessional to do it to your boss and it's making me uncomfortable.', he ended, walking out of the hospital.

You could physically feel lighter closing the door to you home. Everything related to work you always tried to leave outside this house and treat this place like an escape. And it was a long few weeks, so you were nothing but happy and relieved that it's over.

The house was quiet and dark. You could only see dim light from the living room and just thinking about it made you smile. You took off your jacked and boots, leaving the bag at the usual place and started walking towards the light. As you saw Aaron sitting on the couch with his eyes closed, you smiled even wider. His feet were on the coffee table and he had a glass of whiskey in his hand.

You leaned on the door frame and with arms crossed on the chest, you observed him.

'I'm awake.', Aaron said with raspy voice. You knew that he was probably sitting here for a while already.

'I know.', you answered and started walking towards the cabinet with alcohols. 'Aaron Hotchner is at home before me. What's happening in this world? Did they closed the FBI building?', you joked while pouring wine into a glass and sitting next to him.

'Very funny.', he answered with a sarcasm. He put arms around your shoulders and kissed your temple.

'I actually am.', you said, taking a sip. 'But I'm glad you're here.'

'Anytime.', he hummed, placing one more kiss on your head.

'Except the time you're working.', you joked and he just rolled his eyes. 'Thank you for the dinner, by the way. Although I would get something to eat myself, you know?'

'Yeah, you would probably eat your first meal of the day right now. I know you, Y/N.', he said, caressing your arm. 'So, how's the girl?'

'Allison?', you asked, reminding yourself of her beautiful smile in your head. Aaron only nodded, taking a sip from his glass, telling you to continue. 'She's gonna be okay, I hope. But she went through a lot.'

'You got close to her.'

'Yeah.', you admitted. 'I know what you think, Aaron. I know that it's not a good thing, I Get close to those kids and then I come home and they're not there. I know how this looks like. But I swear I just want to help them.'

'I know. But also you need to realize, that when they'll go to foster care they won't have someone to look after them every minute they're there. That there's gonna be many more kids their age and the attention you're giving them right now won't be given to them anymore.', he finished, looking down at you.

'Maybe they don't have to go to foster care.', you whispered, hugging your husband closer.

'You want to adopt a child?', Aaron asked slowly getting to the conclusion and realizing something else. 'You wanna adopt Allison.'

'I do.', you admitted. 'But I won't do it.', you added, sitting straight. Aaron just gave you questioning look. 'They found her mother in Portland, she'll come and get her tomorrow. Ignoring the fact that she doesn't have any job, is living in a two bedroom apartment with four other roommates and all the money goes to the alcohol. Yeah, so Allison has a bright future ahead of her.'

'You never know.', he answered. You put head on his chest once again and laid there for few minutes in silence, trying to relax.

'So, you actually put that table together.', you said keeping the eyes in small brown table in front of you, with Aaron's feet on top.

'I thought you'll never notice.', he answered almost sounding hurt.

'Oh, I did. Just wanted to hold the suspension for a little while.', you smiled and kissed him on the lips. 'Derek did it, am I right?', you whispered, narrowing your eyes.

'No.', he answered simply.

'Liar.', you whispered again, kissing him one more time, but stopping after you hear his phone going off. 'Everything's okay?', you asked.

'Yeah, just Emily.' he answered, but started explaining seing your confused face. 'I gave Emily's number to one of the girls that she has crush on from the restaurant. And I guess she had a good evening.', he ended and showed you the text.

SSA aaron 'Hotch' Hotchner, you are truly THE man 🥰🤭💗🍑

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adickaboutspoons · 2 years ago

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Ok, but this glances on an actually VERY interesting (to me) question. Why DOES Ed choose the people he does to remain on the ship? Why those particular ones? Why only two? I’ve seen a few ideas floating around and I’d like to consolidate and consider them.

The Gotta Keep ‘Em Separated theory

This delightfully trenchant post points out that who Ed chooses to maroon on the island, who he chooses to keep on the ship, and who gets pushed overboard serves to separate all of the canonical close relationships just like Ed has been separated from Stede (Olu on the island - Jim on the ship; Wee Jim on the island - Frenchie on the ship; Black Pete on the island - Lucius in the water - Fang on the ship). This is remarkably incisive observation with which I 100% agree, however, it doesn’t have explanatory power for which part of the pair (or triad) ended up where. Fang, I suppose, is a no-brainer to remain on the ship, and Lucius’ Kraken-assisted impromptu night-swimming meant Pete was island-bound. But why Jim instead of Olu? Why Frenchie instead of John?

The Special Set of Skills theory

What Ed actually says he’s looking for:

(to Jim) "I've had my eye on you, Jim. You're quite the specimen."

Has he though? Ed has been LASER-focused on Stede, and has only ever interacted with Jim indirectly. Jim didn't go on the raid at the beginning of ep 5, their reaction to Ed's fuckery was just as panicked as most of the rest of the crew, their part in Stede's fuckery was backlit behind a curtain, and they weren't even there for Calico Jack's shenanigans. In fact, the closest we ever see them engaging in a conversation even in the vicinity of Ed (prior to conscription) is at the end of ep 7 when they let Stede keep the petrified orange.

We could say that he observed Jim’s knife skills during the “few days of training” prior to the ep 5 raid, or some other off-camera bonding time, but that’s a bit lazy of the writers, and these writers don’t do lazy.

(to Frenchie) I heard you can sew.

From whom? If someone mentioned it, surely they would have ALSO mentioned that EVERYONE on the crew sewed their own flag? Sure Frenchie sewed two, but Wee John used to work with his dressmaker mother and Roach sewed up his own arm. Why, then, chose Frenchie (who we know spent the raid montage in ep 1 singing "To certain death we go", and played his lute while British boarded the ship in ep 9, so doesn’t seem like the fighter type) over Wee John (enthusiastic with munitions AND a shillelagh) or Roach (who, as noted above, is a surgeon, chef, and enthusiastic torturer)?

This theory also doesn’t have explanatory power for why ONLY Jim and Frenchie. Wee John and Roach have at least as much going for them, and are enthusiastic fighters. Buttons is a competent sailor and a bird guy. So we must assume there is a particular reason behind these two particular choices, not just collecting talent.

The Emotional Support Prisoner theory

There was a post (which I have scoured my previous tumblr for and can't find; apologies to OP, whom I THINK was @meanmisscharles I am NOT trying to claim this idea as my own) that pointed out Frenchie and Ed have a particular rapport based on the night of the Boat Party. When Ed came on deck, Frenchie was the first person to perceive that he was upset, and assumed it was something that had been done TO him rather than something he had done. When Ed identified the problem as him having used the wrong utensils, Frenchie reframed the issue as the toffs being dicks about spoons. It was Frenchie’s in with Abshir and the other servants that provided the gossipy ammunition Stede used to stand up in retribution for Ed’s humiliation.

But if what Ed really wants is people he can trust to have his back, then Jim is the odd choice here. In fact, given the trauma and subsequent vengeance quest resulting from Jim having been separated from his family, Ed’s decision to separate them from Olu is more likely to result in one of Jim’s knives in his back.

Furthermore, Frenchie having witnessed Ed’s humiliation at the Boat Party puts him in a perilous position of being one of the few people to have seen Ed at his most vulnerable. Stede is gone beyond Ed’s grasp, Izzy’s short a toe and on thin fucking ice, and Ed helped Lucius get up close and personal with the hull.

Still, I think the kernel of the real reason is here.

The Three Cheers (m’dears) for Sweet Revenge theory

What I think Frenchie and Jim have in common, that they DON’T share with the other crewmates, is that they both know what it is to carry a vendetta and formulate a plan to act on it. Frenchie has no love lost for the French aristocrats. Maybe he resented the way he was treated while “in service” - maybe he resented the French colonizing influence from which he doubtlessly got his sobriquet. Whatever his reasons, he formulated a plan to take advantage of their greed and stupidity and milked them for all they were worth. Jim, of course, has their oodles of revenge.

Where Ed is going with this, I’m NOT so sure. Is he passively suicidal and hoping that if he gives these two something to be vengeful about, they’ll do him the favor of doing something about it? Or does he just want collaborators?

the question isn't why did ed keep frenchie it's why didn't ed keep roach, who has two high value professional skills (cooking, surgery) and one high value hobby (torture) and improves the vibe wherever he goes

#I'm adickaboutspoons and I'll be your robber today #sorry about the post-hijacking #if you'd prefer me to take it down as a reply and just post it to my own damn tumblr I'm perfectly amenable #just let me know #my modest contribution to fandom #ofmd #our flag means death

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magics-protector · 4 years ago

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The Mate of the Trickster

Pairing: Gabriel x HalfDragon!Reader

Warnings/Notes: none really, kind of a Soulmate AU i guess

Summary: Following the events of 13x17, Gabriel, with the aid of Ketch, breaks free from Asmodeus’ hold. However, there is an even bigger problem he faces: his girlfriend, who thinks he’s dead.

It was kind of relieving for Gabriel; watching Asmodeus beat the crap out of someone else for a change.

Yet, it was also terrifying, to say the least.

Once Asmodeus had finished beating Ketch to a pulp, he monologued about them being the same, typical villain style, and how Ketch belonged to him before leaving the two men alone.

All Gabriel could do was hope that Asmodeus didn't return for a while and that, if he did, that he wasn't next to face the demon prince’s wrath.

Ketch was hunched against a pillar across from Gabriel's cell, pulling what remained of a bloody, broken tooth from his mouth. He leaned over to his left, moaning in pain and spitting out blood, he glanced up and saw Gabriel staring wide-eyed at him.

"What are you looking at?" He grumbled. "If I had half your power, I'd..." Ketch looked away in thought and then looked around. "In fact..." He said.

Ketch stood up and went straight to Gabriel's cage, causing Gabriel to shrink back away from the bars.

"I believe it's time to go." Ketch grasped the bottom part of the bars and lifted, opening the cell. He leaned down and looked at Gabriel. "Consider this a rescue." He turned around and went to the lockers that Asmodeus kept Gabriel's archangel blade and went back to Gabriel, who huddled further into the corner, whimpering.

"Come on, you. Come on!" Ketch beckoned Gabriel towards him, but got no compliance. Ketch, done with Gabriel’s attitude to the situation, then grabbed the archangel’s ankle and pulled him out of the cell, while Gabriel frantically resisted.

Ketch pulled Gabriel through the hallway and said, "This would all go so much faster if you just flapped your bloody wings."

They turned the corner and ran into a Demon, whom Ketch killed with the blade. He turned back to Gabriel, "Where were we?", grabbed his arm, pulling him along, Gabriel still struggled.

"Would you calm down?" Ketch snapped. "I'm taking you to somewhere safe. To the Winchesters. You remember them, right?"

Gabriel struggled some more.

"They're much different from when you saw them last, I assure you. Now that they've got that dragon-woman back with them."

Gabriel stopped struggling. She was with the Winchesters and, more importantly, still alive. Knowing that made him feel somewhat better.

Thoughts raced around his mind as Ketch pulled him along; was she alright? Did she remember him? Would she forgive him?

He met her back when he was pretending to be that university janitor. He knew she was his from the moment he laid eyes on her; her beautiful face, her hair, god her eyes. He fell in love then and there, but she wouldn’t give in without a fight. He knew she knew what he was to her but her stubbornness had pulled her away from him, her love for the men she called family and what he had done to them made for a rocky relationship. But, all the tension and false hatred came to a stunning conclusion after a very complicated argument, which led to a night that would put Casa Erotica to shame.

For years, they hid their relationship from the two hunters she called 'the brothers she never wanted but was glad to have' and Heaven, seeing as an archangel and a human-dragon hybrid being together would upset a lot of people up there. And it did, immensely.

When the boys found out, shit hit the fan, but they had come to accept it with great difficulty, after seeing how happy he made her.

When he 'died', he knew it would kill her inside but everything he did was to protect her. She wasn't there that night, Gabriel and the Winchesters agreed on that.

She would be a great asset to have, but Lucifer could have used or hurt her and the three of them couldn't stand that. She meant too much to all of them.

As Ketch led them to the exit of Asmodeus’ stronghold, Gabriel could only hope and pray that she could forgive him.

•••••••

"Man, I can't believe you almost became an inter-dimensional booty-call, Dean." Y/N laughed as she and the Winchester brothers walked down the steps of the bunker.

Dean chuckled. "That's something I never thought would happen."

"Well." Sam said as they plopped their bags on the table. "We have the Seal. Right? So, all we need now is an archangel, and we're set."

Y/N frowned, sadly, her thoughts went back to Gabriel. How she missed him.

"Sure, that sounds easy." Dean grumbled.

Y/N looked over to the library and put her arms out in front of her, setting them ablaze.

Sam and Dean drew their guns at Ketch, who stood in the library entrance with his arms up in surrender. "Wait." Ketch said. "I come in peace."

"Yeah, right." Y/N growled.

"And I brought you a gift." He leaned down and from behind the wall, pulled Gabriel out into the open.

Y/N's eyes widened and her flames extinguished. "Gabriel?" She asked, her voice cracked.

He looked at her with wide eyes.

She took a few long strides over to where Ketch placed Gabriel down onto a chair and placed her hand on his cheek, her full attention on the broken angel. "Gabe..." Her eyes watered. She leaned forward enough for him to place his head on her chest. Her mood shifted quickly as she glared up at Ketch. "What did you do to him?" She growled at him, her eyes glowing white.

Ketch flinched back in fear, he raised his arms up to shield himself. "Not me. Asmodeus. The Prince was holding him prisoner until I liberated the poor man. And I understand you may need an archangel for a spell, perhaps."

Sam and Dean looked at one another before they lowered their guns slightly.

"Well, what luck." Ketch mused.

"We need his grace." Sam said.

That one word seemed to set Gabriel off. He started to panic and shake, shrieking out which was muffled by the stitches that sealed his mouth. Y/N held his shoulders and shushed him. "Gabe, Gabe. It's ok. Shh, shh."

When Gabriel had settled, Ketch pulled out a vial of grace from his pocket and then an archangel blade.

"Why would you..." Sam thought for a second. "What's the catch? What do you want?" He demanded, his voice dry.

"Protection. From Asmodeus."

"The one you're working for?" Y/N sneered at Ketch while holding Gabriel's head lightly against her chest, his chest still heaving with fear.

"Was working for?" Ketch replied. "But when he finds out that I stole his prize milk cow, well, I imagine that he'll hunt me to the ends of the Earth. So, this is the only safe place I know." He looked around the war room.

"What? Do you think you're just gonna move in?" Sam asked.

The corners of Ketch’s mouth perked up before falling back down. “Dibs on the top bunk?" Ketch jested.

"No." Sam said, while Dean replied with “Deal.”

"What?" Sam looked to Dean.

"Look, I don't know what the hell's going on here. But if this helps up get Mom back, helps us get Jack back, then... sure. Whatever you want." Dean threw his gun on the table.

••••••••

Y/N sat as still as she could while she tried to remove the stitches over Gabriel's mouth, apologizing everytime he whimpered and flinched. It killed her inside every time he flinched and whined.

When she finished, she set the knife down and ran her hands delicately over his cheeks, placing a kiss on his forehead, ignoring the dried and fresh blood.

"All right, let's do this." Dean walked in with a bag full of stuff and supplies for the spell, Sam following him closely.

"Well, shouldn't we wait?" Sam asked, unsure.

"Wait? Why?" Dean asked. "We got everything we need. Everything else is just burning daylight. Come on. Let's open this door."

Sam looked to Y/N and she looked back at him with a look of unsurity.

“All right." Sam grumbled. "I'll grab my gear."

"Uhhh...." Dean stopped Sam. "Hold on. I'm heading in alone."

Sam and Y/N looked to Dean with shocked faces.

"What?" Y/N asked.

"Look, we got a busted up archangel here. And who the hell knows what else? Okay? Somebody's gotta stay here just in case."

"And I'm coming with you." Ketch said, walking over to the group. "As I said, Asmodeus will be hunting me to the ends of the Earth, so it's better if I'm not on Earth."

"It's not much better over there." Y/N said. "You know it's a war zone, right?"

"Won't be my first, shan't be my last. Hmm?"

"Fine." Dean said.

"Fine?" Sam asked, offendedly. "So you want Ketch to go and not me?"

"I don't care if he dies. Hell, I'm kind of rootin' for it."

"Still, you can't--"

"No, I have to. It's something that's been over there before to open up the right door, so that's either you, me, or Y/N and I sure as hell know she's not going anywhere."

"Damn right, I'm not." Y/N said, as she held Gabriel close, his head nuzzled into her neck.

"So I'm gonna go." Dean said. "And if something happens to me, if -- if time runs out, then I need you two to come and save me and save Mom and save whoever else, okay?"

Sam argued, "It's safer if we go together."

"Oh, there's no such thing as safe over there. You know that. I know you don't like this, okay? I don't expect you to. This is the way it's gonna be."

Sam, reluctantly, agreed after a few minutes and started to conduct the spell. Dean put a piece of his hair in the concoction, Sam used the Seal they recieved and the portal opened. Dean and Ketch suited up and prepared to enter the vortex.

"Dean." Y/N called.

He turned to her.

"Good luck." She smiled warmly.

Dean smiled and nodded back and the two men entered the portal.

•••••••••

After Dean and Ketch left, Sam and Y/N moved Gabriel to Y/N's room, where he could find comfort, and Sam left to grab some food.

Gabriel sat on their, well her, bed but now that he was back she assumed he’d stay there with her, his hands clasped with his knees pulled tight against his chest. Y/N sat across from him, staring at his worn-down face.

She wanted answers; why he left her, what happened to him, but her questions would not help the situation any further so she stayed silent.

With a low breathe, and the hope of getting some reaction out of him, she stood up and went towards the door, to find Sam, when Gabriel's hand sprung out and grabbed her wrist and he pulled her in, putting his arm around her midsection and holding her tight against his chest, his face pressed into her hair, pushing through to reach her neck.

She didn't move, it had been so long since she had even seen him, let alone touched him, so she savoured this moment before he let go and jolted to the corner of the room.

Y/N looked to him in confusion when she heard Sam and Cas' voices in the hall.

The door opened and the two men walked in.

"Cas." Y/N acknowledge the other man.

"Y/N." He greeted. He looked down to Gabriel, who was curled in the corner. "You didn't tell me it was this bad."

"Yeah, well, years of isolation and torture and Asmodeus draining his grace. Come here. Help me out." Sam walked slowly over to the dresser by the wall and placed the food tray on top of it, Cas walking slowly behind him.

"Hey, Gabriel." Sam said, softly and quietly. He placed a gentle hand on Gabriel's shoulder and within a second, Gabriel jolted.

The two men calmly and gently moved Gabriel back to the bed where he went back into his fetal position. Y/N shifted back, moving to sit beside where Cas stood, just far enough to not spook Gabriel but to also be of comfort.

Sam tried to remind Gabriel of the video he sent them but it didn't work, he remained silent.

The boys then tried to get Gabriel to take some of his old grace back but he fought against it, he pushed the two men away and bolted for the other corner of the room.

Y/N was heartbroken at the sight.

•••••••••••

Since Gabriel was in her room, Sam let Y/N use his room for some rest.

When she woke up, she went back to her room and found Gabriel sitting criss-cross on her bed with an empty vial while Sam and Cas stood in front of him. She once again felt a stronger pull than she felt when he arrived. She walked further into the room and he looked up to her, offering her a vague smile and his arms raised a bit. She smiled and sat down in front of him, he pulled her into his arms and held her close.

But something was off when he let out a brief little growl that only she had heard, but then she remembered that angels can get particularly territorial when it comes to soulmates, and she had been sleeping in Sam’s room. She let out a small giggle and kissed the crown of her angel’s head.

Then, Sam's phone buzzed and, within seconds, he answered, putting it on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Samuel." Asmodeus' voice said through the phone and Gabriel jumped back slightly, keeping a hand on Y/N, looking at Sam. "I hope you're having a pleasant day. It's come to my attention you boys have something that belongs to me and I'd like it back."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Sam said.

"Oh, I believe you do. And I'm-a give you one chance to return him to me. No harm, no foul."

"I'm hanging up." Sam said.

"Do not hang up on me. Gabriel is of no use to you in his current condition. Should you choose to resist me, I will have no choice but to take him by force."

Gabriel started to breathe heavy with fear.

"I will reduce you and that sad little bunker of yours to ashes. You got 10 minutes to decide. Now you can hang up."

The call ended with everyone on edge. Y/N looked back to Gabriel and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"He's not coming anywhere near here. I'll kill him first." She growled lowly, it was as though she was telling herself that. The only one to hear her was Gabriel, who shrunk closer to her.

••••••••••

Gabriel sat on the bed, rubbing his temples, while Y/N rubbed his back.

Sam came running back to the room after he left to touch up all the wards in the entire bunker. "All right, I did what I could to help the bunker's warding but who knows if it's enough. How's he?"

"I don't know." Cas mumbled and Y/N just shrugged her shoulders, doing her best to comfort the anxious angel.

Gabriel stopped rubbing his temples when the lights went out and the emergency lights and sirens went on.

Everyone looked around frantically and Sam and Cas ran off.

Y/N stood up and went to run when Gabriel caught her wrist with both of his hands, repeating 'no' over and over again. She looked back to see him shaking his head frantically. She leaned down, placed a gentle kiss on his lips, and said, "I'll be back." She pulled her hand out of his grasp and ran out the door.

She caught up with the boys, her hands ignited with a white flame while Sam had his gun and Cas with his angel blade.

They made their way, cautiously, to the war room when three Demons snuck up behind them.

Each one of them was preoccupied with a demon.

Y/N placed her hand on the Demon's stomach and a white flame engulfed it's body as it screamed in pain. She stood back and let the demon fall when she was forced back with Sam and Cas. She looked up and saw Asmodeus.

"You're warding wasn't designed for the likes of me, Samuel. I've come to claim what's mine."

That's when two demons entered carrying Gabriel.

Asmodeus walked up to Gabriel with a wicked smirk.

"Oh, I've missed you, boy." He said. "I'm-a have to punish you rather severely, I'm afraid."

Gabriel looked up in fear and struggled as the demons led him away.

"You stay away from him, you sick son of a bitch!” Y/N growled, as she fought whatever power Asmodeus used to hold them to the wall.

"Y/N , stop!" Cas and Sam begged as she rose to her feet.

Asmodeus turned to her. “Ah, so this must be the Archangel's soulmate. The all powerful Dragon."

Her hands lit up with white fire. "I'm not letting you take him away from me." She snarled.

"Oh, I'm-a afraid I am, my dear. Maybe I'll take you with me. Give the angel a reason to comply while I keep a blade against your gut." He then grabbed her throat and lifted her in the air, her efforts with her magic unsuccessful.

Drowning out Sam and Cas' cries of protest, Asmodeus squeezed her neck tighter. "But, then-a-gain, it is best just to kill you now. You won't be a problem later on."

Y/N scratched at Asmodeus' arm, drawing blood from underneath the white cloth, when she gasped out, "Gabriel."

That's when both Demons were flung off the balcony and Gabriel stood, clutching the railing.

Asmodeus looked to him in shock. "Gabriel! What are you doin', son? You know too well what I can do to you. I broke you!"

Gabriel looked up at Asmodeus with the look of a feral animal. A beaten, broken and angry feral animal.

He looked upon the man who tortured him for years now and what he sees is the horrible image of that man with his hands on his soulmate. Harming the one thing in their tiny little universe that belonged to him and him alone. That would be enough to drive a man insane.

Asmodeus was touching what was Gabriel's and now, he was going to kill him for it.

"You're too weak!" Gabriel stood tall, his injuries gone and the blood cleaned, his wings spread out wide as sort of a way to assert his dominance.

Asmodeus dropped Y/N onto the ground and threw a ball of grace at Gabriel, which he deflected it with ease.

"Not anymore. Oh, by the way,"

Y/N looked up to Gabriel with a smile, years of unshed tears filling her eyes.

"I always hated that dumbass suit." Gabriel's eyes glowed and he pushed his hand out.

Asmodeus slowly became engulfed in flames and, while screaming in agony, quickly disappeared into a pile of nothing.

The three on the ground looked up to Gabriel and Y/N smiled. She placed her arms under her and started to lift when suddenly, she was lifted of the ground and into the arms on Gabriel. The familiar warmth of his body filling that large void in her heart.

"You're back." She whispered, tears streaming down her face. “You’re back.” She repeated, almost to try and convince herself that it was real.

"I'm back, baby, I'm ok." He whispered, holding her as close as he could.

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"Whoa." Gabriel said, waving his hands quickly in front of his face. “Too much information. Okay, slow down. I'm not... processing." He sat on the edge of one of the pillars with Y/N at his feet.

"And there's more." Cas said. "Michael wants to come to this Earth and destroy it, and we may need your help to fight him."

"What?" Gabriel asked.

"Yeah." Sam said. "Welcome to the team."

"Uh... yeah. Not so much." Gabriel moved past Y/N to stand up. "I mean, thank you for the rescue and for the redemption arc. But, uh, I'm not really a team guy, so... I'm gonna bounce, okay? Um, but, you know, it's been, um... What's the opposite of fun? That."

"No, Gabriel, don't-- you-- you can't just walk away." Sam argued. "if Michael comes here, he will end this world."

"And the last time the world was ending, I put my money on you. I think you can pull it off again." Gabriel turned to leave.

"No." Castiel clenched his teeth. "You cannot turn your back on your father's creation."

Gabriel turned around and looked to Cas. "Castiel, my father turned his back on his creation. Guess it just runs in the family."

"Gabe?" Y/N's voice was soft and he looked at her, guilt swelling up at one look of her sad eyes. "Are you seriously leaving me again?"

He huffed and walked towards her. "No, never again. I'm not leaving."

Y/N smiled.

He placed his hand on her shoulder, the other pushing a large piece of hair from her face. "Not without you."

And, before Sam and Cas could process what was happening, Gabriel took off, taking Y/N with him.

#supernatural #supernatural x reader #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural reader insert #spn #spn x reader #supernatural gabriel x reader #gabriel x reader #spn gabriel x reader #x reader #x reader insert #x reader fanfic

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remythologise · 4 years ago

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I don't even watch SPN but all the rants got me super intrigued, is it possible to get a layman's summary of what's going on? I think I understand why the Destiel canon confession thing got everyone mad but what happened after? What's the meta narrative everyone's talking about? Was there an expectation of something and they didn't deliver? Just super curious feel free to ignore if you don't have the time x

Hey anon! Sorry for flooding your dash haha. Layman’s summary is as follows:

Of the people watching SPN and shipping Destiel in season 15, most don’t expect it to be canon. A small group of people are providing meta being like it’s DEFINITELY going canon, but 500 times bitten 600 times shy, most don’t believe them. Now I wanna say, this meta - on the most part - makes sense. It does. It just assumes a smarter show than I think Supernatural is.

Season 12-15, from when Dabb takes over as showrunner, is emotionally about building a family around ‘Jack’ a nephilim child who considers Sam, Dean and Cas his ‘three dads’. They love him as a son, textually this is stated many times.

Season 15 is a meta narrative in which the characters face off against God, ‘the Author’. The Author also represents the SPN writers. Many people believed that this meant the end of the show would be Sam and Dean being ‘free’ of the narrative that had chained them, which is, to SPN’s credit, exactly what happened (if executed extremely fucking poorly.) The defeat of God is the one plot point in 15.19 I liked, even if I don’t like how it was done.

During this season and to be honest, many previous seasons, there’s a really subtle Dean/Cas narrative being drawn, and when I say ‘subtle’, I mean like, it’s loud for an intelligent show, but quiet for a CW show where nothing is written subtly. And this season, there’s a beautiful line being strung through about free will, about how Castiel had free will, how he fell for Dean, outside the narrative. Outside of the author’s intention. It matches up with the meta arc.

15.18 airs, Destiel goes canon with Cas’ confession, suddenly everything is on the table. The show REALLY IS intelligent enough to understand that amazing meta narrative; the characters falling in love outside the author’s plan. They really bring it into canon. Suddenly, all the bi flag lighting and weird tap dance scenes in this season make SENSE. And I mean that sincerely; it was like the arc of the season was completely locked into place with this. Everything had a place to fall into. Everyone is very excited for the end, because surely, surely, this being a grand epic narrative where one main character confesses to another, Castiel would not stay dead. The narrative had showed us that Dean loved him, through mixtapes given and unmatched grief for his death and choked off prayers. And tap dancing with lamps, if you read into that.

I think the problem is that the Dean/Cas arc was written subtly by the talented writers who love it, and for that reason it’s far better than anything else in season 15. And I think people wrongly assumed that Dean would be allowed to love a man in return, despite the narrative imperative he return Cas’ love (Cas being a character who has never really been treated the way he deserved, and a happy ending being the antithesis to Chuck/The Author’s desired tragic ending) Which brings us to

15.19 airs, and it’s a complete clusterfuck. The episode itself is the worst I’ve seen, hands down. The writing is terrible, the ending is anti-climatic, they have montages that are supposed to be emotional but just seem like random clips of random characters to completely incorrect music choices. Not only that, but the characters end the episode emotionally OOC in a way I’ve never seen before. At the start of the episode, Dean begs God/Chuck to bring Cas back to life. Chuck has the power to do this; we see this when he resurrects Lucifer from the same place Cas is. At the end of the episode, Jack, despite having acquired God’s powers, resurrects EVERYONE IN THE WORLD, but not Castiel. Castiel is not mentioned, by Jack - the son who adored him, and who he adored - and not by Dean - who had just received a love confession from him, and had not twenty minutes earlier begged God to kill him and Sam and bring back everyone especially Cas. Hello?

There are so many plotholes and canon continuity errors and dropped plot points with 15.19 but let me say the most glaring wrt Cas; in s15, Ruby asks Cas to free her from the Empty. She says it’s eternal suffering for demons and angels there. We know the Empty hates Cas. Lucifer, in this ep, mentions the Empty being a fucking nightmare. And yet DESPITE ALL OF THIS, Castiel is left there to suffer. And the writers it seems are pretending that the Empty is meant to be ‘peaceful’, despite this being mentioned nowhere in text.

At the end of the episode, Sam and Dean toast to Jack and Castiel, to the ‘ones they lost’ and then just seem to be happy and fine with everything. Sam doesn’t even mention his love interest, Eileen, who he had been panicking over being dead. And full smile coming from the man, Dean Winchester, who was textually suicidal last time he thought Castiel was dead. What??? But it really does seem like the family was just broken up without any emotional catharsis and Castiel’s confession won’t be addressed.

As far as we are aware, Misha Collins is not returning and the next ep is a Monster of the Week brother-centred ‘classic’ episode finale.

So basically; everything intelligent we thought was happening in the story was mostly a lie, Dean/Castiel was no-homo’d out of being a beautiful never before seen meta narrative love story (well, a reciprocated one), the family dynamic of Team Free Will was horribly broken up with no emotional coherence or catharsis, and most of this seems to be a poorly written excuse to have the two brothers alone again. Oh, and also, Castiel is an incredibly tragic queer figure who spent the whole show suffering, dying, and serving the man he loved, and got sent to super-turbo-hell for it. And NONE of the dropped plot threads or emotional threads are gonna be picked back up, barring a miracle surprise appearance from Misha Collins in 15.20 - but even then, how do you excuse Jack walking out, and forgetting to bring Cas back to life? How do you excuse Dean suddenly giving up on Cas as soon as it’s possible to revive him again... what, because he’s gay for Dean now? How do you excuse any of it?

#ask #anonymous #spn spoilers #supernatural spoilers #anon really like 'only if you have time' and I'm like. an excuse to rant about this shitshow? you indulge me #boys I swear if I am wrong about next week you can all charge me $100 each in damages I will be so happy I won't care

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lifeisdabubbles-undersalmondean · 4 years ago

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La Pomme ~ Chapter 14

Pairing: Sam x OC (eventual Dean x OC and Dean x Castiel. And I mean eventual.)

Series summary: George is a casual French-Mistake-universe Supernatural fan living in no-COVID 2020, who's life is upended when she's suddenly launched between realities, two years into the boys' past (S13E22). What begins as an insane, immersive fan experience turns into more when Jack goes missing and George offers up her AU information to help track him down. Soon it's discovered that she and Sam may actually have history. But that's impossible, right?

Word Count: 5,800

Warnings: {smut, fluff, angst, show level violence, swearing, mentions of suicide} ***Detailed warnings will be tagged for specific chapters.

A/N: Following the events of my prequel Paradise and second story From My Eyes Off. Reading those first gives context but isn’t necessary to start this one.

As annoyed as she'd been about Cas leaving against her better judgement, it felt good to be back on the road again. What she'd done yesterday, running away and searching for her family, had felt simultaneously necessary and awful the entire time she was doing it; like her nerves were sliding up against a cheese grater the wrong way. Worse than her standard feelings of unease. Being back in the car with Sam and Dean, finally headed once again toward Jack on their rescue mission, gave her a sense of peace and a strange kind of pain relief from the prior day's grating.

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Now a threesome, Sam, Dean, and George had set sail again on their mission to find Jack. Everyone in the car--including George, surprisingly--seemed comfortable with Dean's music filling the silence for the first few hours.

That being said, at the moment there was a throng of angry butterflies swooping through her abdomen. Cas and Sam had said they trusted her, by which she was flattered, but she felt immeasurably guilty. Should they trust her? Sure, she knew she was leading them the right way to find Jack, but was she supposed to be leading them at all? For all she knew, she had disrupted their destined timeline and was causing all kinds of unknowable consequences that would come back to bite them all in the ass eventually. She was starting to wonder whether her intentions were purely altruistic or if she was really just being selfish.

They had a short way left to go when they stopped for a quick, light gas station lunch and Dean decided to get some shut eye. He denied it, but Sam was almost positive he needed to sleep off all the crap he'd been consuming. When they got back in the car, Dean laid down in the back, Sam drove, and George sat in the passenger's seat.

It was her first time in the passenger's seat of Baby and she was strangely giddy about it. Her eyes roamed over every inch of the infamous car, taking in the surreal experience. Sam's arm adjusting on the steering wheel caught her attention and her head snapped sideways to look at him. A memory of a dream she'd had years ago filled her sight and the Sam sitting next to her was 10 years younger, with shorter hair and a baby face, but he had the same expression on it. It was a strange kind of worried uncertainty, like he was trying to figure out a riddle he already knew the answer to.

The vision felt so real and before she could stop herself she blurted, "Sam?"

He turned to look at her quickly and in a blink he was back to the older, bearded version she was used to. She could tell she had startled him out of his thoughts. Quickly she covered, "Uh, can I ask you something?" He nodded with a quiet noise of permission and she asked, "What you and Cas said earlier… about 'trusting' me? Uh… were you serious about that?"

"Yeah?" He wondered why she seemed so stupefied.

"Well," George had to take a moment to figure out how to articulately ask her question, "Why? I mean what makes you believe you should?" The look on Sam's face made her chuckle, letting out a nervous breath she'd been holding; she quickly clarified, "Don't get me wrong, you definitely should trust me and I'm honored, truly. But, I'm a mysterious woman who showed up in the bunker one day with no provable explanation and now is claiming to have inside information about the location of your missing adult-son-angel-human? I should be a walking red flag to a Winchester. Like, at least as a safety precaution, you shouldn't trust me until you know me, right?"

"I know you--er, enough," Came falling out before he could stop himself. Quickly he stumbled to add, "I mean, I feel like I know you enough to know you aren't lying to me…? Anymore, I mean," He added upon remembering she'd lied about her origins when they first met. He didn't think that counted, exactly; he would have done the same thing in her situation.

"But… why? What makes you feel that way?" George pressed. She still didn't understand. What made him so quick to trust her?

Sam was quiet for a while, turning a pale shade of green, before answering, "Same reason I was able to find you at the hotel, I guess?" He glanced at her with a serious expression and could tell by her gulp that she knew exactly what he was talking about. The pull; she felt it too. He exhaled deeply and reminded her, "Good instincts?"

Staring at him curiously, she imitated him, "Yea… that must be it."

The air around them felt strangely electrified as they both sat in silence. They were each fighting their own internal struggles about what it all meant. She wanted to ask him what he meant, ask him what this feeling was and if he was feeling the same thing. He wanted to know what she knew about his dream. As Dean let out a sharp snore, they both debated whether it was the right time or place.

"Do you trust me?" He asked her suddenly and it surprised her.

"Uhhhh, yea? I mean…" She paused, seriously considering it for the first time, then nodded definitively, "Yes."

"Why?" He pressed with a smile.

Understanding his point, she rolled her eyes, "That's--"

Cutting her off, Sam admitted with a smile, "OK, maybe it's a little different, but… you trust me because I remind you of someone who you know to be trustworthy, right?" She nodded slowly and he shrugged, "It's kind of the same thing for me."

George's eyebrows furrowed at him, starting to get concerned that she already did understand what he meant. Still, she asked, "Oh-kay, but... the person you remind me of is Sam Winchester… and you just so happen to be Sam Winchester, soooo-"

"OK, I don't know exactly how to explain it without sounding crazy, but I feel a connection to you," He finally admitted. Each word scratched and clawed resistantly on their way out of his mouth while he squirmed in his seat.

"A connection? To me?" She was surprised. And not. He affirmed with a quick nod and she began to fidget nervously. What did he mean? Did she already know? Is it what she's been feeling, too? He couldn't possibly feel the same connection she felt, surely; what she felt was easily explainable by her having been a fan of the show. But then what 'connection' was he talking about?

Trying to gather her thoughts she blurted, "Why?"

Sam gripped the steering wheel tightly and admitted, "OK, uh, about ten years ago I had this... dream." His eyes were glued to the road, so he didn't notice George suddenly stiffen tightly, whipping around to look at him. She instantly remembered her memory flash from earlier and a strange tingling sensation in her gut told her she knew exactly what dream Sam was referring to. She knew this feeling had nothing to do with the show.

Of course she'd had lots of dreams about him, and countless other fictional or otherwise unobtainable people before, but the dream that sprang to mind had been… different. It had saved her life.

"A dream?" she croaked, sweat forming on her cool skin. Was it her or was it suddenly sweltering in the car? She was desperate to take off her hoodie, but felt like this was the wrong time to be stripping.

"It was right after Dean had died--and, at the time, I thought he was gone for good. I was trying to fix it but it was taking a long time. Things got pretty dark. And then one night I…" He hesitated for a moment and then said quickly, "I had a dream. In it I met a woman in a bar and she… well, she was trustworthy. She helped me... find the light again," He finished vaguely with a wistful, if slightly embarrassed smile.

George felt as though the world around her were still moving but everything about her was in suspended animation; her body, her thoughts, her functions, like someone hit pause on her.

The night she'd had The Dream™, she'd been left at the altar by her would-be-high school sweetheart, who ran off with her best friend, the maid of honor. The heartache had felt unbearable and she happened to have had access to some serious pain pills. In her grief, she assumed they, coupled with a few bottles of tequila, would be enough to end her pain. But instead she'd had an indescribably intense dream about a man who made her feel ridiculous about throwing her life away over a dipwad like Greg. And--purely coincidentally, she'd always assumed--the man from her dream had been Sam Winchester.

While her dream had been incredibly significant to her, it's not something she'd even thought about until this moment. Why would she? It was just her pill and booze induced dream haze, randomly manifesting a hot, loving, perfect person to help her see that life was worth living. Of course, she had always known it wasn't real, that she hadn't actually dreamt about the real Sam Winchester.

Obviously, that's ridiculous! Because, he's not re- She paused her thoughts when the man in question's anxious throat clearing snapped her back to the moment. Blinking finally, she looked at him closely and noticed that he was avoiding looking at her. He was white as a sheet and his jaw was clenched so tight, she felt sympathy pain in her teeth. A burning sensation in her lungs reminded her that she couldn't remember when she'd last breathed in.

With a quick, deliberate inhale she asked, "And I... remind you of this woman?"

The serious tone of her voice made Sam finally turn to look at her. Her expression told him his instincts were right but he couldn't believe it. The two of them stared at each other in shock for longer than was safe to be driving. Neither knew what to say.

The car swerved slightly when Sam was startled by a loud, screeching 80s guitar solo suddenly emanating from the backseat.

"Jesus!" George yelped, jumping out of her skin.

Dean rolled over and sat up with a grumble, "Close. Jimi Hendrix." He held his noisy phone up and dismissed the alarm, "Did I miss any stimulating conversation?" Sam and George both looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes before simultaneously mumbling vague denials. Dean was attune to their odd behavior but when he noticed a road sign for The Trees of Enigma, he opted to ask instead, "Where are we?"

"Oh, uh--'bout 20 miles from False Klamath. What's the plan?" Sam instantly switched to work mode when he realized they were getting close.

Dean raised an annoyed eyebrow, "Are we already that close? Didn't we talk about stopping at the last town for a motel first?"

"Er--uh, oh--right," Sam groaned and his eyes rolled back into his head in embarrassment. He was furious with himself; Dean had mentioned that plan at their last stop but Sam hadn't exactly been giving his brother his full attention.

"What?" George asked curiously. "When was this conversation?"

"At the gas station," Dean said matter of factly, watching as she narrowed her eyes at him. "It was just before we left. I wasn't hiding it from you; I mentioned it when you were walking back to the car. Remember, you got distracted trying to fish out that M&M that went down your top," He chuckled in amusement, looking to share the joke with Sam but finding him looking oddly guilty instead.

"Oh, yeah," She responded slowly. Looking down and pulling her top away from her chest, she muttered, "Did I ever get that out?" Dean snorted and then watched Sam glance over as she hooked a finger down her top to go fishing again, realizing why his brother had missed the motel plan in the first place.

"George, it's not--it's not like that--" Dean began but stopped short, not knowing what to say to comfort her.

When George's head suddenly popped up again, Sam jumped, his head jerking toward the road and Dean stifled a laugh.

Looking back at him, she asked, "Ok, but why would we stop at a motel when we're this close? It's the middle of the day, the place is still open." Looking back and forth between them, she saw their expressions slowly turn guilty and she realized. With a mildly offended huff, she stated matter of factly, "Oh, you were going to leave me at the motel while the two of you went to go look for Jack alone. Got it." Crossing her arms over her chest, she turned to look out the window. Dean and Sam shared a guilty, 'oh, shit' expression.

"It's just that..." Sam tried to pick up where his brother left off, wanting to explain, but he froze too. He couldn't stop kicking himself for being distracted by her--er, their conversation. He should have been paying closer attention and now they faced nothing but bad options. Options that put her life in more danger. "...Well, it's just-"

"Oh, calm down," She cut him off softly with a small eye roll, looking back at them. She sneered like a spoiled teenager, "It's fine; I'm fragile and weak and have no monster fighting skills to speak of. I'm a baby sans trench coat. It would be too dangerous and irresponsible to let me come with you, so you had a plan. I get it. Liking it is another story, but I get it. At least now I know how Jack feels," She lobbed, giving Sam an annoyed smirk, to which his head hung slightly. With a deep calming breath, she explained in a more poised tone, "I'm not upset, I'm just frustrated that there's nothing I can do about it; I know how fucking pig headed the two of you are when you're right."

"Even worse when we're wrong," Dean added empathetically after a beat and Sam nodded apologetically.

George snorted in agreement and sighed, "Alright, well your offensively infantilizing, yet totally justified plan to forcefully protect me has failed, so now what?"

Dean rubbed his eyes, letting out some thoughtful grumbles and trying to clear the sleep fog from his brain, "Uhm, well we just gotta keep driving to the next town, find a safe place for you there and then double back; start looking for Jack."

As Dean spoke, George allowed herself to focus on her instincts and there was suddenly a fire alarm going off in her head. There was a sense of urgency she couldn't shake. Jack was in trouble.

Looking directly at Sam, George begged, "The nearest town is nearly 20 miles away! We have to find Jack, now. We're this close and I don't think we have time to waste. I've got a bad feeling," Either because they were getting closer to where she believed Jack to be or because she was finally paying attention to something other than Sam, she could sense how much danger the kid was in. But Dean was shaking his head dismissively, not listening beyond her request to stop. She tried offering sweetly, "We can at least stop since it's right here and you guys can take ten minutes to ask around and see if they've seen him? Do your little detective cosplay, strictly recon--I'm not sure if I'm using that term right but it sounds cool, so just go with it. I will stay in the car! Please!"

Dean looked like he was considering it but quickly shook his head, "George, I don't think that's a good idea; you'd be completely vulnerable and we can't be distracted worrying about you when we're trying to find Jack." He then squinted at her, offended. "And it's not cosplay. We're hunters, not LARPers."

"OK, I've seen you LARP and I know for a FACT you fucking love it, Mr. Braveheart!" Dean gave her a shocked glare, forgetting again that she knew more about their lives than a woman he'd met mere days ago normally would. She continued before he could respond, "And seriously, you guys I have a really bad feeling," She held her abdomen for emphasis, "Jack's in trouble! Please, I'll stay in the car with all the doors locked and one of your big giant knives. I'll be OK! I stabbed you didn't I?!" George reminded Dean, though she knew she was grasping at straws now.

Dean's eyes narrowed, "OK, first of all, you sliced me a little an-"

"Enough! Dean's right, we're not risking your life, Georgia. It's too dangerous," Sam's tone was startlingly definitive and both she and Dean were a bit stunned. Now that he realized who she was--who she had to be--there was no fucking way Sam was putting her in anymore danger. He'd made enough lapses in judgment since she'd showed up, any number of which could have already gotten her killed. He was done taking risks with her life.

As they saw the 'coming up' sign for "The Trees of Enigma", he pushed his foot down, speeding up just enough to make his point.

"Sam, please listen to me! Jack is here and he's in danger! What about protecting him?!" Both Sam and Dean shared an uneasy look; she could see they were torn she just didn't know how to convince them. Desperately, she reasoned, "I will be fine in the car! I promise! I'm from the future, God damnit! Don't you think I would know if I'd died on an old episode of Supernatural?!"

"I can't take that chance," Sam replied sternly, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Dean and she shared a confused expression and George huffed.

When they spotted the giant Johnny Appleseed statue around the bend, her stomach dropped. She could tell by the look on Sam's face there was no use and she began to panic, pleading with him. He was resolute about continuing, but as they were coming up on the turn in for the parking lot, he suddenly felt the steering wheel pulling against him. The whole car started thumping hard on the left hand driver's side. It took them a second to realize they'd gotten a flat tire and Sam knew he had no choice but to pull off the mountain highway and into the tourist spot's parking lot.

As he safely maneuvered the car into a distant parking spot and shut Baby off, George couldn't help but thank her lucky stars.

"Motherfucker," Sam landed a punch on the steering wheel.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't you take this out on her!" Dean shouted angrily. "A car is only as good as its driver."

"Oh, you know what?! Yo--" Sam began but he was cut off by George's impatience.

"It doesn't matter, stop fighting!" Her tone was authoritative. "We're here and we aren't going anywhere anytime soon. So, why don't you boys go be hunters while I put the spare on the car? I'll be preoccupied with the car, it'll give you a chance to gather some intel on Jack, and by the time you come out you'll be able to take me to a motel--Not like that, Dean." She cut him off when she saw a smart ass expression burst onto his face at her words.

"You can change a tire?" He asked skeptically instead.

"Yes, Dean, I can change a tire. Ya know, women can also vote and take birth control now, too!"

"No, I know women can, I'm asking: can you?"

She shoved him gently and opened her car door, ordering, "just get out and show me where the spare is!" When she exited, a grateful shiver ran through her at the piercingly crisp Oregon climate. She was thankful for the relief from her earlier panic sweating.

Sam and Dean both exchanged identical "I-don't-like-this" looks before getting out of the car after her and popping the trunk. Dean lifted the trunk and then grabbed the false bottom that held some of their weaponry, exposing the spare and equipment underneath.

"OK, here's the jack and the lug wrench," he handed her the two tools and then reached back in for the tire. "Lemme pull the spare out for you."

"Stop wasting time, I can pull a tire out of a trunk."

"No, really, it's probably going to take one person just to hold the weapons up." Sam gently nudged her out of the way and leaned in to grab the spare while Dean held up the armory. Sam set it down next to the flat and then shoved the jack into position underneath the car with ease.

"Hey, knock it off. I told you I can change a tire," She grabbed Sam's wrist and tugged him back from the car, gently shoving him and Dean toward the visitor center and gift shop. "Now go! Go find out what you can about Jack. The sooner you go, the sooner you'll be back." Sam and Dean exchanged nervous looks, hesitating. "I'll be fine. Go. Bring me back some salt-water taffy!" She joked, trying to distract them.

"Wait," Dean walked back over and flipped back down the weapons shelf in the trunk and pulled a 17" bowing knife from some hidden pocket. Holding it out to her hilt first, he said, "The biggest knife we have. Don't hurt yourself."

"Jesus," She gulped. "OK. That's… big." She took it from his outstretched hand, nodding apprehensively, trying to psych herself up should she need to use it.

"I get that a lot." As Dean winked, George let out a small laugh and brandished the sheathed knife at him, faux menacingly.

Sam took a step towards her and pointed his hands at her in prayer position, "Hey, the second you get the spare on, you get in that car, lock all the doors, and watch for us, OK? Don't leave the car for any reason. Promise?" Now he was pleading with her.

"What if I have to pee?" She joked half-heartedly, starting to feel nervous and selfishly not wanting him to go.

"You could always try using that empty Pepsi bottle you had your eye on the other day," Sam cracked a small smile.

"Don't. Don't do that." Dean interjected in a serious tone. "Let's go, Sammy," Dean had to pull Sam away with a rough tug and the brothers headed for the gift shop while George checked that the jack was in place and began wrenching it up.

When she finally finished changing the tire about an hour later, she was sweating again and even more grateful for the nice, cool outside air. She lowered the car to the ground, then picked up the jack and lug wrench, placing them in the trunk. When she turned around to grab the flat, a beautiful woman with long dark brown hair was standing practically where George had just been standing herself.

"Jesus!" George startled upon seeing her, reeling backwards into the trunk a little.

"No, I'm Duma. Are you with the Winchesters?" She got right to the point. George suddenly felt all the hairs on her arms stand on end; this woman definitely seemed familiar, but was she a demon or an angel? Or something else? George couldn't remember. She noticed that Duma was standing between her and the knife, which she'd stupidly left on the ground on the other side of the discarded tire.

Shit.

"The who?" George played dumb, trying to figure out what to do. The boys would be back any minute right? Duma was starting to give her a funny look, like she was studying her.

"What…" Duma paused, squinting her eyes and looking her slowly up and down, "what are you?"

"Excuse me?" George replied, a little dumbstruck--not to mention offended--by the question. She slowly placed her hand casually on the lip of the open trunk. She tried to dart her eyes down imperceptibly to where her hand was, searching for any weapons she might be able to grab. Duma started to slowly step closer to her, seemingly not noticing George's fingers moving toward the 3" tactical blade strapped just within reach.

"What are you?" Duma reached for her and George whipped the knife out of its holster, slicing it at her and causing her to jump back.

The little tourist shop was surprisingly busy. As Officers Page and Plant waited patiently to speak with the manager they'd asked for going on 20 minutes ago, Dean watched Sam closely.

"Not in the mood," George said, swiping at her again and taking a confident step forward as Duma retreated. "Now back off." George didn't notice the nameless angel minion that had appeared behind her and never saw the cosmic knockout coming.

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Finally Sam noticed and raised a perturbed eyebrow, "What?"

Dean smiled knowingly and shook his head, "Nothing."

"Good, then keep your eyes to yourself," Sam sneered at him. He was reeling from his last conversation with George. Despite his earlier convincing, he was now nearly positive she was the woman from his dream and it wasn't anything he wanted to discuss with Dean. Though, he felt like his brother could see the scarlet letter on his chest and it was putting him on edge.

Just then an aged, grey haired black man appeared at the counter and waved them over. He was tall with a little more weight around the middle than the rest of him and just the slightest hint of wrinkles along the sides of his face, denoting that the wide, friendly smile he was giving them was a typical look for him.

Dean chuckled and muttered, "Ooh, smitten Sammy is salty," as they walked up to the counter and flashed their badges at the man. Sam narrowed his eyes, biting back his response to focus on the job at hand.

"Can I help you, Officers?" The wrinkle-faced man asked, eyes scanning the police badges curiously.

"We're looking for a missing person," Dean stated as Sam held up his phone with a picture of Jack for the man to see. "There's a chance he's in some real danger. Have you seen him?"

The man looked carefully at the photo and then shook his head apologetically, "No sir, I don't believe I have. But there's a separate shack for our walking tour tickets. Molly's been out there working the window all day. If he came through she'll know."

"Thank you, how do we--?" Sam asked quickly, putting his phone away.

"Just go back out the way you came, follow the wooden fence along to the left, and you'll see a path for the walking tour," The man pointed the way with a renewed, jovial smile and they thanked him.

Exiting out the door, the brothers followed the man's directions until they found the walking tour shack. Behind the plexiglass window was an older woman they could only describe as a redneck hippie. What they could see of her outfit was jean overalls and a cotton tie-dye shirt. She had the tanned leathery skin of a woman who spent her life either working in or enjoying the outdoors, her bleach blonde hair was hair sprayed to heaven, had dark black roots, and her teeth were a muddy shade of smoker yellow. On the tip of her nose sat a pair of small, round, purple tinted glasses attached to a beaded chain around her neck and her overalls were covered in an eccentric mishmash of flair that included the NRA and the Grateful Dead.

Dean gave a charming smile and began, "Officers Page and Plant. Molly, I presume?"

"Hello Gentlemen," She greeted happily with a wide, appreciative smile, removing her glasses from her nose and laying them against her chest. When they lifted up their badges she raised a brow, "Oh, 'Officers,' I see."

"Everyday of my life. How can I be of service?" She was sizing them both up carefully, appraising them.

"We're looking for someone," Dean repeated as Sam held the phone up for Molly to see. "Have it on good authority he might have gone through here. Any chance you've seen him?"

Molly reached up and grabbed her glasses again. Slipping them on quickly, she leaned closer to the glass and inspected the photo.

"Hard to say," She started, squinting her eyes a bit. "But there was a baby faced young man that came through with his sister a little bit ago. Could be the same guy, but my eyes just ain't what they used ta be."

"How long ago?" Dean asked seriously.

"Maybe an hour?"

"How did he seem?"

"Quiet and moody," Molly shrugged, "typical for your average young boy dragged here by their family. Didn't think much of it, honestly."

"What did his sister look like?"

"Shorter than him, but just as pale. Long brown hair, brown eyes I think? I'd say mid-twenties. She looked about as thrilled to be here as he did."

"Did they buy tickets?" Sam asked quickly.

"Sure did," Molly nodded. "Paid cash, asked for the fastest route to the wilderness trail." She picked up a map sitting in the display case in front of her, then grabbed a pen and drew out directions quickly, as though she'd done it a thousand times before. Handing the map through the small cutout in her window, she stated, "These are the directions I gave them."

"Thank you very much for your assistance, Molly," Sam said sincerely, grabbing the map and taking a few steps back, ready to head toward Jack.

"No problem, Officer," Molly said with a sweet smile, then turned to Dean and said, "Listen, I have a granddaughter you'd be perfect for." Dean raised an intrigued eyebrow, a charming smile appearing on his face as Molly reached up above the plexiglass and yanked a photo down from the shelf. Holding it out for Dean to see, she suggested, "Maybe the two of us can figure out a way to get her away from her no good, crank dealing boyfriend, eh?"

Initially interested, Dean moved closer to the photo and then wrenched back quickly, "Molly… Uh… how old is--"

"Sheila. She'll be 17 in October. Ain't she a beauty?" Molly grinned proudly. Dean and Sam both tried to hold back grimaces.

"Oh, of course, I understand," Molly nodded quickly and grabbed up a pen and another map, scribbling a note and handing it through the plexiglass. "Here's her SnapChat. She's always looking for new friends!"

"Well, she certainly takes after her grandmother, doesn't she?" Was all Dean could think to say. Luckily Molly was clearly flattered and he added quickly, "But, uh, we're on official police business right now, so I can't real--"

Dean, masking his horror like a pro, took the glossy, folded piece of evidence and nodded, "Thanks, Molly. You've been a real help."

"Anything for you, Officer!" She called after them as he took a few steps to catch up with Sam and the two of them began heading down the trail.

After tossing Dean's map in the first trash can they could find out of eye-shot of Molly, they followed Sam's map for about a mile along the trail before coming to a split. The two of them looked first left then right. The left path went straight around the mountain, the right path wound up the mountain in a zigzag pattern.

Sam checked the map again, "OK, she directed them this way," he pointed toward the left.

"Hold on," Dean said, having turned around. He was now facing about 90 degrees to the left of the left path. "You see this?" Sam turned to look and saw a line in the surrounding ground ivy that looked like a man made path. It clearly wasn't as used as the other two and it wasn't on the map.

"What about it? Molly sai-"

"Look," Dean instructed, pointing into the forest. As Sam scanned the area Dean was pointing at, Dean started slowly following the small, easily missable path. He followed him, still not seeing anything of interest, and they walked about 40 feet before Sam finally noticed a patch of dark green that looked decidedly unnatural against the normal foliage.

As they got closer it became clear that what they were seeing was a dark green nylon winter coat. The coat was attached to a body that was crumpled on its side, as though tossed into the vegetation in a hasty effort to hide it. Drawing their weapons, they approached carefully. Dean got there first, finding a small, fair skinned, brown haired woman.

"Jack's 'sister'?" Dean asked bending down to place two fingers on the young woman's neck, though she was very clearly dead.

"That's Tilly!" Sam said sharply, finally catching up.

"You mean, it was Tilly," Dean looked at him curiously.

Sam grimaced and explained, "Another refugee. She's been training with us. I thought she was on a Wraith hunt with Steiner and Green."

"So, what's she doing here?" Dean asked, standing up straight again.

"And why did Jack come with her? They hardly know each other." The two of them quickly swept the immediate area for any clues but found nothing more. Moving her body farther out of sight for the time being, they then continued cautiously forward along the path.

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Long post about the reasons Lena sold Cat Co.

FYI very Anti James Olsen, and not very Kara friendly either. You've been warned 😊

This makes me sad, even though it was obvious Lena would sell Cat Co. What's heart breaking about it is Lena was essentially driven away from her own company.

Remember when Kara was ghosting her at the beginning of season 3? She only came back to Lena when she needed her for something, ie. Help with Cat Co. What did Lena do? Lena FREAKING brought it!

Kara "no! Edge has Cat Co!"

Lena "no... I brought it" - Lena hesitates when she says this as though she isn't sure how Kara, who has recently been a jack ass to her would react.

She then gets more confident and says

"pretty bad ass right" - she sounds so pleased with herself and is expecting Kara to be happy.

Kara? Basically says she quit. She came to Lena for the first time in ages to rant and rave, complain and then basically ask her to help sort it and Lena DOES! But Kara seems to forget all of this and just quits het job.

Lena is shocked and is like

"well unquit!! I can't do this without you! I don't know anything about running a media empire"

Kara, like she can't be arsed and didn't just get what she went to Lena for says "well neither do I". It's so dismissive, and it's bullshit since she does know how that stuff works to a point because she was Cat Grants FREAKING assistant! Kara was waaaay more qualified than bloody James "I take pictures of my posing best friends" Olsen.

This here just proves that Lena would have had second thoughts about have brought Cat Co if she knew at the time Kara was going to quit. She clearly thought Kara would be there to help her run it.

Lena also says "how often do you get to work with your best friend" it's so cute, and so sad. Lena was looking forward to working with Kara.

Fast forward to the end of the Episode and Kara has a realisation that Lena Luthor is a God Send and did EXACTLY what Kara wanted and couldn't give a rats ass she quit and decides being a"boo hoo my boyfriend is gone so I can no longer be the person I was well established to be before he showed up" Emo is ridiculous.

So first day at Cat Co and the elevator opens up to Lena and she looks excited and then meets Eve, who to be fair (even though we know what happens) is actually the nicest person to Lena the whole time she's at Cat Co and that includes her best friend and boyfriend.

James is shocked she dared show up to her own business without informing him, he then has the gall to say they don't have an office ready for her, erm.... James? Cats office is now HER office! Every office in Cat Co belongs to Lena now. He just assumes he's still running things and says he was thinking about weekly updates. Lena who is clearly used to men telling her how to run her businesses and setting her aside tells him there's no need and she will be there every day. James again is SHOCKED his new BOSS is going to be at her the place she spent $750 mil on 😑

Kara shows up and to begin with is a little love who gives Lena a diary and basically calls her family. But then Immediately runs off the moment Lena asks her to do something.

Kara does this more than once and Lena asks James what's she's doing and James dismisses Lena's question with a snotty "she's a reporter! It's what she does!" Seriously rude!! I don't give a rats ass she didn't tell James she was turning up and she did tell Kara. She had a reason to tell Kara, she wanted to work with her and trusts her. She had no reason to tell James, she has every reason to turn up and check out the buisness and how he's running it without him or anyone else dressing it up because the boss is there.

Lena is an understanding angel and even though Kara is ignoring instructions and being rude Lena isn't rude back. When Kara pushes it past the limit Lena has no choice but to reprimand her. Kara took full advantage of Lena here, thinking she could just do what she wanted because that's what she has been doing with James running things. News flash Kara, Lena isn't in on why you ditch work every 5 minutes.

Kara realizes she's been an ass and apologizes and Lena, understanding as ever immediately forgives and they hug it out.

Later Lena tragically gets involved with James even though he was pushy and handsy when she said she didn't want to do anything without talking to Kara first, because Sister's before Misters! She dotes on his ungrateful ass and he puts her whole business at risk by meeting and working with the COL which she told him not to do. Which she is FULLY entitled to so as his boss. He of course ignores her, she gets him a TV appearence to talk with Ben Lockwood which would boost his career and putCat Co in a anti COL light but noooo... Apparently Lena has no say in work matters! Did you read that correctly? Lena has NO say in WORK MATTERS!! why didn't she fire his ass on the spot?!!

So James, only caring for his ego and wanting to be relevant since no one ever remembers he's Guardian feels that hanging out with terrorists is more important than his job as the face of Cat Co, putting Cat Co at risk. To further put Lena's business in jepordy he picks KARA the junior reporter to take his place?!! Kara?? There wasn't a fully qualified journalist with more experience available? Well that went to shit anyway because Ben Lockwood destroyed Kara in that debate.

James nearly gets himself killed, nearly gets Kara killed, nearly commits an act of terrorism without any regard whatsover about what Lena, a LUTHORS association with the poster boy of the COL would look like, no regard for her hard earned reputation and no regard for her business.

James even humiliates her further by making her look whiny at Thanksgiving dinner in front of all their friends, even though 5 seconds later his little Field Trip with the COL proves how clueless he is since he didnt even realize what they were doing. He basically praised the guy he was with and thought he was on to something. What... A... Dumb... Ass!!

Remember James also revealed himself as Guardian, a STUPID idea that serves Virtually no real purpose, but Lena was supportive because she's an angel!! But he's a dumb ass and thinks he is above the law and thought HE of all people was able to stop the DA from going through with the charges against him for being a vigilante. James ACTUALLY thought by doing NOTHING he had fixed the problem, like the authorities just forget these things?

He decides going out as Guardian is a good idea even though no one needs him to do this and he serves no real purpose as Guardian. But Lena because she isn't a moron, tells him he WILL go to prison. He insults her and says she worries to much and he sorted that issue. Here Lena finally tells this jack ass that she solved that issue and what was his response to her declaration of love and not wanting to see him go to prison or die? "If you think that's what love is, I don't want it!" And he leaves her in a corridor to awkwardly go back into Kara's loft, humiliated.

James goes all Ross Gheller and invades Lena's space at L Corp after she told him she was busy and thankfully she kicks his ass out!

He pretends to be on board with her Harun El ideas and uses this to get her into bed, only to sit up looking awkward about it while she sleeps. (Jesus my 34 brother watched this and was like 'he basically lied so he could sleep with her)

James considers using Lena's own resources to investigate her?!!

Lena thankfully dumps his ass and stops coming to Cat Co.

Now here's where its really relevant:

Kara and James basically run Cat Co without Lena to the point she doesn't even show up anymore. Harun El experiments aside, Lena no longer feels excited to be working at at Cat Co on a new adventure with Kara. Plus why would she want to see James??

Kara basically ignores Lena as Kara but she treats her like absolute garbage as Supergirl. Then returns to her as her bestie Kara. Lena was up to this point unaware she was being duped. Lena even makes a comment to Kara when she FINALLY decides to remerge as Kara Danvers that Kara hasn't been there at all but Alex has.

Lena finds out that Supergirl asked Lena's BOYFRIEND to spy on her and betray her trust which he actually does do btw, then he sours things even further between Lena and Supergirl by revealing it?? What purpose did that really serve? And NO! Do not tell me 'he had to be honest' what he HAD to do, was not break into L Corp in the first place!

Now we have Alex reprimanding Supergirl for being an ass to Lena and they come to a shaky truce.

During this time Lena and Kara get close again by trying to track down Lex and then Lena and Supergirl have a few bonding moments. Kara, however let's Lena think she's been blown up for a good few seconds!!

Now Lena finds out that Kara has been lying to her this whole time, it was Kara who treated her like garbage as Supergirl, Kara who interfered in her personal relationships. It was all the other super friends all lying to her. Etc etc. She even saw Kara burning all the pics Linda's cell so Lena won't find out. She learns all of this from Lex of all people! This just tells Lena that Kara never trusted her, second guessing why they are even friends? Realising Kara tricked her into revealing personal feelings she would Never have told Supergirl to her, yelled at her, called her a Luthor and then came back to her as he shoulder to cry on oh and let her think she had died.

Yeah..... I wouldn't want to work at Cat Co with ANY of them either. No way is Lena going to want to work with James and Kara (I know James is leaving) and be the one paying their wages.

Lena was Virtually driven from Cat Co by James and Kara even before she learned the super secret. She was never really treated with the respect she deserved as their boss, and the thing is she never demanded it, she only pulled rank when they were being jack asses and thinking they were above being told what to do, acting like Lena being the owner and boss meant nothing.

Poor Lena's enthusiasm for working at Cat Co with Kara died very early on. Mostly thanks to both James and Kara. All that joy and optimism she had? It's all gone. 😢😢

So I'm glad she sold it!

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