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tendouluvr · 4 years ago

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not telling them you’re pregnant [2] - f!reader

- little angst, hurt/comfort??, fluff

- characters: iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama

- warnings: pregnancy, cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, some cursing, mentions of sex, “mad” iwa makes out with your neck, atsumu pretends to faint and reader jokes about him dying :0

- wc: 1.4k, 1.3k, 1.7k (jfc thats a lot)

a/n: thank u guys for all the love on the first part <333 ily all and ty to the nonnie that requested tsumu and kags

f!reader cuz pregnancy but no specific prns/gendered terms used

[1. suna, sakusa, semi]

IWAIZUMI

#! you were planning on telling iwaizumi the big news that night

#! you missed your cycle this month, thinking it was probably just late so you didn’t care and waited for one more week to pass before worrying

#! it was almost two weeks now, your period tracker repeatedly sending you notifications to remind you to log your monthly cycle

#! but you had no cycle to log

#! thinking that you should go buy some tests, you did just that and came home to see them all turn positive

#! you were in the kitchen cooking a quick dinner when iwaizumi came home

#! he entered your home mumbling under his breath about some kid while putting up his jacket and shoes

#! “welcome home, haji!” you greeted him from the kitchen

#! “hey.” he briefly said back making you turn around to look at him

#! “you alright? what happened?” you tried starting a conversation in hopes of getting his mind off of whatever it is that seems to be bothering him

#! “some fucking kids came into the gym today, acting all obnoxious, trying to taunt me and the team because they wanted to impress some girls who probably didn’t even know them. would’ve knocked them out if it wasn’t against the fucking law.” he harshly explained his day while looking through the fridge for his protein drink

#! you tried not to laugh, turning around so he couldn’t see your face and tightening your lips together to contain yourself, but it was so funny you couldn’t help but imagine it

#! iwaizumi heard the giggles coming from you causing him to roll his eyes, “what’s funny?”

#! “nothing, should’ve just knocked them out, babe.”

#! “yea? sounds like you want to start visiting me in jail,” he makes his way over to back hug you while you continued cooking at the stove, “well then, i’ll keep that in mind next time some dinky teenager get in my face, baby.” he mumbles against your neck before giving you a quick kiss there

#! “hajjj, i’m cooking. go be horny elsewhere!” your upper half shuddered when he continued making out with your neck

#! “whatever you say, your highness.” deep chuckles come from him while he lets go of you to walk to the bedroom

#! “don’t call me that!” his laugh getting louder at your exclamation

#! later that night, you both laid in bed on your sides staring out of the window in front of you

#! “hey haj,” your voice a gentle whisper as to not wake him up if he had already fell asleep

#! “hmm?” he hums from behind you, rough, warm hands under your shirt rubbing itself on your bare stomach

#! “do you ever want kids?”

#! he was silent as he thought about what to say to you

#! “i don’t if they’re just gonna turn out like those dicks from today.” his answer wasn’t meant to be taken too seriously, he just hoped you didn’t interpret that as him saying he doesn’t want kids at all

#! “so if they don’t?”

#! “.......sure.”

#! you noticed his hesitation before he gave you an answer, trying to ignore it so your brain didn’t start analyzing too much

#! “hm, ok. goodnight, haji.”

#! “goodnight, i love you.”

#! “love you too.”

#! you told yourself that you were gonna reveal the news to him that night, but seeing that he was worked up over those kids and his slight hesitation when he answered you made you change your mind at the last minute

#! you laid awake thinking about what to do while iwaizumi peacefully slept not knowing his hand was caressing his future child

#! a few days have passed and you were still thinking about when to tell him

#! should you just say it? how would you say it? “hey, i’m pregnant.” no, that’s too blunt. “what if i told you i’m pregnant?” eh. “i’m preggo!” maybe.

#! you both never brought up the topic about having kids again ever since that night

#! but what you didn’t know was how occupied iwaizumi’s mind has been ever since you popped that question

#! he’s been imagining what it would be like to have a little him running around the house, maybe he’s a crybaby and dramatic like his uncle oikawa — who definitely would like to be the godfather, and he promises daily facetime calls everyday despite iwaizumi’s obvious displeasure — or perhaps he also finds entertainment in the godzilla franchise like his father

#! iwa thinks it would be neat to sometimes watch godzilla with someone else besides you, preferably his own kid

#! the night you asked him that question, it took him a while to answer because he couldn’t believe what he just heard. getting lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize he forgot to answer you, giving you a quick, “sure.” once he came back to reality

#! you didn’t know this so you took his moment of silence as a sign of hesitation

#! the minor miscommunication causing you both to go into your own heads

#! you were currently looking in the full body mirror, observing the way your stomach looked and how much it’ll be changing soon to accommodate a living being inside you. your hands were moving around, curving itself against your stomach naturally when iwaizumi walked in on you

#! “babe, have you seen my hoodie? the black one, i think you were wearing it-,” his sentence cut off when he looked up from his phone

#! “what are you doing?” he asked seeing you pull your shirt back down

#! “looking at my stomach.”

#! “why? are you okay?” his voice softened at the second question wondering if you were feeling bad about yourself

#! “uh no, wait- yes, yea i’m okay. um, can i tell you something?”

#! before he could answer, you continued, “well, by tell i mean show. i have something to show you.”

#! “uh, yes? why are you so nervous?”

#! “ok, wait here.”

#! “babe-,” and you ran off leaving iwaizumi and the rest of his sentence in the room. a few seconds later, you came back holding something in your hand

#! “here.” grabbing his thick fingers to open his palm before stuffing the item into it. his eyebrows furrowed and he slowly unravels the piece of paper. you analyzed his face for any signs of anger or discontent while his eyes scanned the pictures from one corner to another

#! “w-what is..... you’re pregnant?” he whispered out, mind and body in shock as he stares at you wide-eyed

#! you nodded knowing that if you opened your mouth to talk you were probably going to cry. he falls onto the bed, sitting at the edge, then buries his head into his hands

#! “haji?” your voice lower than a whisper

#! he didn’t answer

#! but you saw it

#! you saw his shoulders starting to shake

#! “haj?” you tried again, this time lightly walking towards him

#! his cries became audible when he felt your smaller hands wrapping around his shoulders

#! “hey.. why are you crying?” you tried comforting him because it didn’t seem like his tears were going to stop any time soon

#! “shit, yn, fuck me.” he said through his cries

#! “oh?”

#! he rolled his eyes at your implying tone before grabbing you by the waist to lay his head on your chest. his breath staggered from crying, he was still crying just not as hard

#! one of your hand gently going through his hair while the other one rubs his back. the action soothing him enough to calm him down and eventually his tears stopped. “why didn’t you tell me?” his voice pouty and his sentence breaking between every other word

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids. i was scared.”

#! he raises his head so his chin is now resting on your chest, “why’d you think that?”

#! “you.. hesitated... when i asked you, remember?”

#! his eyes drifting to the side as he tries to think back on the last few days. you knew he remembered when his eyes slightly widened and his lips formed a small o, “i’m sorry, the question made me imagine things and i got lost in my train of thoughts that i forgot to answer you right away.”

#! “oh.”

#! “yea..”

#! “then, i’m sorry for assuming things and not telling you.”

#! “no, it’s not your fault.”

#! “it’s not yours either.”

#! “so.. truce?”

#! “idiot! why are we making a truce?!”

#! he giggles as he stuffs his face back into your chest but not before he bent down to give your stomach a loving kiss

ATSUMU

#! atsumu was huffing with his arms crossed across his chest, lip in a pout and eyes squinted as he focuses on the television in front of him

#! “stupid ‘samu and his stupid food. i don’t need it. if he doesn’t want to give me any, then i don’t need it. i can make my own food. stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid.” he childishly mumbled under his breath as his eyes squinted even more, shooting his glare directly at the television

#! “‘tsumu, can you come help me with this?” a voice called from the bedroom. your voice. his beautiful, lovely, awesome sweetheart

#! “c’ming.” he mumbles, slowly sliding off of the couch to trudge over to you

#! “hmm?” he hummed when he got to the entryway of your shared bedroom

#! “can you hold this up a bit, i need to get something in here.” you were in the walk-in closet organizing some things

#! he was happy to help, but you could tell from the way he was pouting and his eyebrows still furrowed that something was bothering him

#! you sighed, “what’s wrong?”

#! “nothin’.”

#! “‘tsumu....,” you gave him a knowing look

#! he was gonna have to tell you at some point, “‘samu, that food hogging pig!”

#! “oh, hey! don’t call him that! it’s mean.”

#! “dun care, his fault for not sharing. our mom taught us better than that.”

#! “you don’t share, get off his back.”

#! “i do!! why are ya siding with him?! i’m yer boyfriend! yer sweet, loving, ethereal boyfriend!”

#! you raised an eyebrow at the way he described himself, “y’sure ‘bout that?”

#! his mouth opens as if he was going to gasp but no sound came out, he just pretended to faint

#! “oh no, did you die?”

#! no answer

#! “about time, thought i was gonna have to endure it for a few more years.”

#! “hey!!” he bounced back up when he heard you say that ridiculously offensive comment

#! “fine, i’ll leave then. don’t come running back to me when ya miss yer oh so handsome future husband.”

#! you snorted before going back to organizing the closet, “hold this for me, please.”

#! he groaned from the back of his throat but went over to help you anyway

#! recently, the twins’ mom gave you guys some boxes of clothes she had put away for some time. not wanting to throw them away, she gave it to you guys and osamu to take whatever you could

#! while looking through the boxes, you dug up some baby clothes that belonged to atsumu

#! “oh my god.”

#! he swings his head over to look at you, “what? hey! that’s mine!”

#! “it’s so ugly.”

#! “i’m telling my mom you said that. she’s gonna hate you sooooo much.”

#! “‘tsum, she set you up.”

#! he faked a wail and then turned back around to ignore you

#! “y’think we can keep some?”

#! “what for?”

#! “i don’t know..what if we have kids later?”

#! “that sounds nice...but we might have twins. i don’t want that.”

#! “huh? you can’t control who and how many we get, ‘tsumu.”

#! “then, let’s not risk it!”

#! “so, you don’t want kids?”

#! “precisely, yah.”

#! you stared incredulously at him while he continued sorting through stuff like he didn’t just tell you he made up his mind on not wanting kids

#! you found out two days ago that you’re pregnant, not yet telling atsumu because you just couldn’t find the right time to sit him down and talk

#! you didn’t expect to find out now that he for sure didn’t want kids. you guys talked about it a few times throughout the years of being together, but he never gave a definite answer

#! it was usually just him teasing you, or he was running around the answer. you never pushed him to answer, you didn’t want to pressure him or anything of that sort

#! “good to know, i’ll keep that in mind.” you mumbled, distracting yourself with folding the clothes

#! atsumu gave you a hum to acknowledge your words. no one says anything after that

#! a few days passed and the topic wasn’t brought up again. you secretly stashed some of the baby clothes while cleaning, the baby was gonna come at some point whether atsumu wanted it or not

#! but what you didn’t know was that he kept a stash of the baby clothes as well. he cleared out a space in his sock drawers by stuffing everything to one side, placing a stack of clothes inside because deep down he knew that there was going to be a mini him one day

#! it was currently morning, you both having the day off so you slept in. your back was curved to mold against his well defined chest while you slept. atsumu was snoring but you learned to block it out over time (he claimed you snore as well, but was never successful on proving it)

#! your eyes shot open, feeling the familiar bile crawling up your throat threatening to come out without your permission

#! quickly throwing the arm that was wrapped around you off, you ran towards the connected bathroom

#! your disappearance making atsumu’s sleepy eyes blink open, “babe? it’s still early.” his rough morning voice whispering out because it wasn’t capable of being louder than that in the morning

#! he heard the gagging noises from the restroom, eyes shooting wide awake in concern. he trips over the comforter trying to get out of bed, hurriedly running to you

#! atsumu acted fast and was holding your hair back, warm palms rubbing circles on your back. he wasn’t sure what to say, choosing to stay silent until you were finished

#! you wiped your mouth with the back of your palm, gasping for air over the toilet seat, reaching out to hold the hand that was on your back, you whispered out an, “i’m pregnant.”

#! initially he didn’t hear you, but once he heard it in his head he gasped. “how long?”

#! “not sure, almost a month?” your voice rough from throwing up

#! atsumu was confused. eyes darting everywhere, not really sure where to exactly focus on. his mind was racing, trying to think of why he didn’t know anything for so long, “ya didn’t tell me?”

#! “how could i when you said you don’t want kids?”

#! “i’m...oh..sorry, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to be taken too seriously. i only said that because of the thing with ‘samu so i thought ya could tell it was a joke.”

#! “no ‘tsumu, i couldn’t. i was already pregnant at that point and hearing you say that about having kids really affected me. i didn’t know how to tell you after you specifically said to not risk anything, how was i suppose to know it was meant to be a joke?” your voice still groggy and tears were building up in your eyes.

#! he lightly sighs then brings his hand up to cup your head, rubbing it to calm you down. “i’m so sorry, angel. i do want kids, specifically with ya. what i said was a bit dicky, but i was just being immature, i promise. i won’t joke about serious things like that again, i’m sorry.”

#! you sniffed and brought his hand up to kiss him on the palm, but he quickly yanked it away making you look up at him in shock. “ya just threw up.” he pointed to the toilet.

#! you laughed at that and quickly apologized, he carried you up so you both can stand up from the bathroom floor. atsumu gently washing your hands and around your mouth, then you swishing some water in your mouth to get rid of the throw up aftertaste

#! “wanna know a secret, babe?” he blurted out while helping you walk back to the bed

#! “what?”

#! “i kept some of the baby clothes.” a shy smile on his face as he winks at you from the side

KAGEYAMA

#! you’ve been feeling a bit sluggish lately, you weren’t sure why because it came out of nowhere

#! you decided to ignore it, but as time passes, you didn’t get any better and you even started to throw up

#! thinking back to the talk your mom gave you when you were 10, you went out to buy some pregnancy tests

#! the timeline made sense, the last time you both had sex was a few weeks ago

#! kageyama’s been caught up with practice, you were stressed, so naturally you both thought it was a good idea to let it out

#! but what you didn’t expect was having to buy pregnancy tests because there was a possibility you’re pregnant

#! granted there wasn’t any protection used and you stopped taking your pills a while ago because you guys just didn’t care anymore, so nevermind, you do see how you could be pregnant

#! but damn, one time. all it took was one time

#! shaking your head, you took your phone out to text kageyama

#! you’re not telling him over text, just letting him know you have something to tell him tonight so he can know to prepare for a talk

#! you: tobiii

#! you: i have something to tell you

#! you: tonight tho

#! you: after you come home

#! him: ok love

#! while waiting for him to come home, you lazed around and scrolled through social media for a bit. checking twitter, you were reading some tweets from kageyama’s fans, finding some funny, some adorable, and some just...weird

#! but one tweet you saw was from someone who had met kageyama at one of his previous games. the person was talking about their experience getting to meet him and they even wrote out a part of the conversation they had with kageyama

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: omfg i just met kageyama fucking tobiiosdfjdf

#! it was a thread so you clicked on it to continue reading

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he’s so sighs dreamily

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so fucking tall. i’m 5′3 and mans all the way up there 👆

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: OH OMH wait lemme type out one part of our convo omfg i think he has a partner?????? like an actual s/o guys not me

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok i asked him smtg along the lines of what he thought abt having so many fans who are children ykk bc i was thinking he knew i was implying that these kids look up to him and stuff

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: but this man.....is so...UNAWARE why is he like this but he said smtg like he doesnt understand how kids can be fans of him bc how can they understand professional volleyball like that and i was like ???mf didn’t u grow up playing vball

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so i was like oh ok :D and then asked him abt his thoughts on his future kids following in his footsteps bc i was thinking his answer would be wholesome or some shit

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he told me,,,,, i dont have kids and i dont want any... !!!! why does mr kagman not want kids w me :(( /j

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok so like all of this happened v quickly i was like in and out in 10 seconds lmao but WAIT after he said he doesnt want kids i saw him scrunching his face up

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: im not mind reader nor body language reader but idk he looked .. hrm sad?? FUCK IDK DONT TAKE M E SERIOUSLY IM DELUSIONAL

#! being an adult, you knew you shouldn’t be taking twitter threads of his teenage fans too seriously but you couldn’t help but reread the part where he said he didn’t want kids

#! did he actually say that or is this person rewording what he said? you now realized how you guys never really talked about having kids

#! sure, it was brought up once or twice but it was just because you were having baby fever. kageyama himself never directly told you he wanted kids or he was fine with having kids of his own

#! you sighed to yourself as you lock your phone, closing your eyes to take a nap until kageyama comes home

#! you felt yourself being shaken awake lightly, a familiar presence hovering over you on the couch made you open an eye

#! “tobio?”

#! “who else would it be?”

#! “i don’t know, a murderer?”

#! he scoffs at the slim chance of a someone breaking in to hurt you, but quickly turned his attention back to you when he remembered you wanted to talk

#! “so what’d you wanted to tell me?”

#! “oh, can you sit down?”

#! “o..kay?” he stiffly walked to sit beside you on the couch

#! “i’m uh,” think of something, “honestly, i forgot. yea, i forgot what i was gonna tell you. sorry.”

#! he raises one eyebrow to gaze at you curiously

#! “are you sure? it sounded important when you texted me.”

#! “mhm! yup, i forgot. sorry if i worried you, heh, are you hungry? there’s leftovers we can heat up.” you quickly tried to change the subject, getting up to walk to the kitchen

#! luckily your boyfriend didn’t question it further and got up to trail right behind you

#! you figured giving yourself some time before telling him after what you read was a good idea

#! are you aware that you were overthinking some tweet by a stranger on the app that is twitter? yes, you were. but you’re also human and overthinking is in human’s nature

#! it’s been three weeks and you still haven’t told kageyama the news. a part of you was ready to tell him, just let him know and you guys talk it out, what’s the worst that could happen

#! but the other part of you was scared. scared he actually didn’t want kids. scared he was going to leave you because going through with the pregnancy would drag him down. scared he would get mad at you for not being more careful when he was equally at fault

#! you know how kageyama gets when his emotions get complicated, he can’t deal with it so his one outlet is anger

#! he has no filter and says whatever comes to mind, all logical thinking leaving his brain

#! and that part of you is the stronger one

#! obviously you were going to tell him at some point, it’s not like you can literally hide the growing baby inside you

#! just not yet, not until you’re ready

#! you’re currently a little over a month, bump not really showing, but it’s there and it’s growing

#! kageyama can be a bit dim when it comes to.. most things beside volleyball, and usually you tease him about it but for once you thank whatever god is out there that he hasn’t noticed any big changes on your body yet

#! that was until you were showering, and he made the decision to enter the shower with you without your knowledge

#! humming to yourself while scrubbing your arms, you scooted back away from the water so it wouldn’t wash off the body wash you were trying to use

#! the action causing you to lightly hit kageyama’s chest making you jump from where you were standing

#! “tobio!” you screamed, turning around to throw the foamed body wash at him

#! he chuckles at your surprised expression and didn’t mind the soap you threw onto him, which was now sticking to his defined chest

#! “why were you just standing there, creep?”

#! he was still giggling when he answered you, “did i scare you this time?”

#! “what do you think?” you lightheartedly roll your eyes before going back to scrubbing your body

#! he picked the loofah out of your hand to continue for you

#! you both enjoyed the relaxing sound of running water and quiet echoed hums as he takes his time washing you when he suddenly stopped

#! opening your eyes, you looked up at him, “what’s wrong?”

#! he was just staring at you, blinking very slowly

#! “why do you look- your stomach feels- you look very-,” he sighs, “you look pregnant.”

#! now it was your turn to blink at him

#! you totally forgot that you were naked at the moment and he could easily see every inch of your body

#! blinking once more, you took a deep breath before telling him, “that’s ‘cuz i am.”

#! “y-you are?!” he jumped from his spot

#! “yea.. do you have a problem with that?”

#! “i...why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “do you have a problem with that?” you repeated

#! “n-no..so why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “you’re not mad?”

#! “why would i...?” his voice slightly turning high pitched as he dragged the i out

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids.”

#! “who told you that? when did i say that?”

#! “twitter.” you murmured under your breath

#! “what?”

#! “twitter..” you said a bit louder, still murmuring and choosing to turn away from him

#! “twitter?! why didn’t you just tell me, your real life boyfriend?”

#! “because!.... i was scared.”

#! “s-scared? baby, why?”

#! “i was scared you were going to leave. i don’t want you to leave. that night i told you i had something to tell you, that was when i found out. i backed out when you came home and i’m sorry. i should’ve just told you, i’m sorry, tobio-,” you were crying at this point, both of you standing under the water

#! “shh, shh, it’s okay. i’m sorry for not noticing earlier. you’re alright, babe. it’s okay. it’s okay to not feel ready, you don’t have to feel pressured to tell me anything, alright? whenever you’re ready, you tell me,” you meekly nodded as he pulls you into a hug, “whenever you’re ready..”

#! you both stood hugging each other’s bare body for a few minutes under the warm water

#! “that was probably the smartest thing you’ve ever said, tobi.” your voice sounding congested from the crying

#! “hey. mean.”

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winchesterbrotherstan · 5 years ago

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Supernatural- The Benders (1.15)

Pairing: N/A, Olive Winchester (OC)

Summary: Before the siblings can even dig into their new case, Sam goes missing. Dean and Olive set out to find him. While Dean puts himself at risk, Olive loses control more than once to save her brothers.

Warnings: cursing, guns, blood, crazy people, etc

Word Count: 5779

“I know you’re just doing your job, but the police have been here all week already.” Mrs. McKay sighed. “I don’t see why we have to go through this again. The more he tells the story, the more he believes it’s true.”

“Mrs. McKay, we know you spoke with the local authorities.” Sam nodded, a sympathetic smile on his face.

“But, uh, this seems like a matter for the state police, so…” Dean trailed off.

I turned to the young boy with a soft smile. “Okay, Evan. Now don’t worry about how crazy it sounds. You just tell us what you saw.”

“I was up late watching TV.” He shook his head. “When I heard this noise.”

“What did it sound like?” Sam asked, leaning in.

“It sounded like… like a monster.” He gave puppy eyes, and I glanced at Sam and Dean.

Dean looked back, eyebrows furrowed and a serious look on his face.

“Tell the officers what you were watching on TV.” Mrs. McKay shot her son a look.

Evan sighed. “Godzilla vs Mothra.”

Dean broke into a huge grin, and I felt my heart glow. Dean was great with kids, and it made me so happy to see him revert back to his real, child-like self around them.

“That’s my favorite Godzilla movie. It’s so much better than the original, huh?”

“Totally!” Evan grinned.

“Yeah.” Dean nodded toward Sam. “He likes the remake.”

“Yuck!”

Dean laughed as Sam glared at us and Evan giggled.

Sam shook his head. “Evan, did you see what this thing was?”

“No.” Evan shook his head. “But I saw it grab Mr. Jenkins! I pulled him underneath the car.”

“Then what?” I asked.

“It took him away! I heard the monster leaving. It made this really scary sound.” He looked worried.

Sam and I looked at each other, and Dean sighed.

“What did it sound like, Evan?”

“Like this… whining growl…” He shook his head. “I can’t make it.”

I shook my head, patting his shoulder. “It’s okay, Evan.”

“Thanks for your time.” Sam smiled as we stood.

***

“So, local police have now ruled out foul play. Apparently, there are worse signs of a struggle.” Sam snorted before taking a sip of his beer.

A fake ID that Dean perfected at a CopyJack after six or seven tries, hair tied up, glasses, heeled boots, and makeup, and I was in at a bar. No drinking though, because god forbid a Winchester do something self-destructive. Sam had, thankfully, ordered me a girly drink that had no alcohol. I was more interested in watching Dean play darts. Jinx was at the motel room, where we had paid the manager extra to let her out every few hours. This case was going to take all of us and all of our attention. We were beginning to think getting a dog wasn’t the best idea.

“Well, they could be right.” Dean shrugged before throwing another dart. “It could just be a kidnapping. Maybe this isn’t our kind of gig.”

“Yeah, maybe not.” I sighed, flipping through Dad’s journal. “Except, Dad marked the area.” I lifted the journal and shook it.

Dean came over, taking the journal from me. “Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker.” He tilted his head. “Why would he even do that?”

“Well, he found lots of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night.” I pointed to the journal, taking a sip from my glorified orange juice. “Grabs people, then vanishes. He found this too. This county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the entire state.”

“That is weird.” Dean scrunched his nose up as he sat next to me.

“Yeah, it is.” Sam nodded.

“Don’t phantom attackers usually, like…” Dean shrugged. “I dunno, snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was snatched from a driveway.”

“Well, there are all kinds.” Sam shrugged.

“Spring Heeled Jacks, phantom gassers. Take people anytime, anywhere.”

“Look Dean, I dunno if this is our kind of gig either.” Sam shrugged again.

I sighed. “You guys might be right. Kid was cute, but he might’ve just watched too much TV.”

“Alright. We should ask around some more tomorrow.”

“Right.” Sam fished out his wallet. “I saw a motel about five miles back.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy. Let’s have another round.” Dean grinned.

I winced. “Uh. Sammy’s right. We should get an early start.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “You, you two really know how to have fun, don’t you, Grandmas?”

I chuckled as Sam shook his head with a smile. I grabbed my jacket and pulled it on. “Let’s roll out.”

“Roll out?” Dean laughed. “Alright, I’ll meet you outside, I gotta take a leak.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. I packed Dad’s journal up as Sam shut his laptop.

“Alright, come on, bug.” Sam slung an arm around me with a kiss to the top of my head.

We walked out through the people and into the cold. I shivered, pulling my coat further around me. There was a noise, and I looked around, tucking Dad’s journal under my arm. Sam pulled out a flashlight, and I took it as I bent down to look under the car.

There was a black cat, and it hissed at me. I giggled as I popped to my feet, handing the flashlight out to Sam.

“Sam?” I asked as I turned around.

He wasn’t there.

“Sammy?”

“Sam?” I tossed the journal onto Baby’s hood.

“Sam! Sammy! Sams!” I spun around, frantic. “Sammy! Sams!”

“Ollie?”

I spun around in a circle. Dean was coming toward the car, confused.

“What’s wrong?”

“He’s gone.” I shrugged. “I dunno where he went. I looked under the car a-a-and it was a fucking cat, and I got up, a-a-a-and he’s just, just fucking gone!” I looked around, trying to find Sam.

“Olive, what?” Dean grabbed me by the shoulders. “What are you talking about?”

“He’s gone, Dean! What about that are you not fucking understanding?”

“Hey!” Dean shouted, catching my attention.

I let out a breath as I looked up at Dean, feeling my nose burn. “I lost him.”

“No, no no no no. Hey, no.” Dean grabbed me by the face as tears began to brew in my eyes and a terrible feeling bubbled in my stomach.

“It’s gonna be okay. We’ll find him. Promise.” He tucked my hair behind my ear.

Two people came around the corner, clearly drunk. I wiggled out of Dean’s grip and ran toward them.

“Hey! You guys been outside, maybe an hour or so?” I asked, feeling panic rise.

They only shook their heads, and Dean came after me, confused.

“Sam!”

“Sammy! Sams!” I screamed, running into the street.

Empty. Nothing, nobody. Dean ran into me, grabbing me by the shoulders and looking around.

“Sam.”

I sighed. “No. No…” I shuddered, realizing what had happened. “It took him. Evan was right. Something’s out here, De.” I began to pant. “It took him.”

Dean furrowed his eyebrows with a sigh. “What?”

“It fucking took him, Dean! Whatever took Jenkins took Sammy. It took our Sam. We-we-we…” I struggled to breathe, feeling lightheaded.

My vision got spotty, and I felt weak, so weak.

“Sammy’s gone.” I whimpered. “We have to find him. We have to find him!”

I blinked, hard. Jinx would lose her mind if we came home without Sam. Dean grabbed me by the shoulders.

“Okay. Okay. So we work this like any other job.” Dean nodded, and my eyes widened so far they began to burn.

“Any … other… job?” I asked.

“Yes.” He nodded, sniffing and keeping himself composed.

I shook my head. “No. No.” I slid from his grip and fell to the floor, crying.

“Sammy!” I screamed, throwing my head back.

There was spit flying out of my mouth, and my head was throbbing, the ground under my knees was cold and wet and soaking through my jeans, and I was horrified.

“Olive. Olive. Hey! Listen to me.” Dean dropped to his knees and grabbed me by the face, forcing me to face him. “Sweetheart. Beanie. My girl, my beautiful, beautiful girl.” He pulled me into his front. “We will find him. I swear to you we will find him.”

I sighed into his chest, fists balling in his shirt. “You swear?” I looked up.

He nodded. “I swear.”

I sniffled. Dean wouldn’t lie. Not about that. Dean was our savior, and if he promised we would find Sam, then we would find Sam. I wrapped my arms around him and let out a breath.

“We’ll find him.”

***

“So, what can we do for you, Officer Washington?” The deputy behind the desk asked.

“I’m working a missing persons.” Dean spoke from a place deep in his chest.

He was worried, but he would be damned if he let that show.

“I didn’t know the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police.” She looked over me with a sympathetic gaze.

“Oh, no. No, there’s someone else.”

“Uh, he’s actually my brother. Him and my cousin here were hanging out a bar last night, down by the highway.” I blurted, hoping a play like this would work in our favor.

“Honey, how old are you?” She asked, leaning forward.

“I’m fifteen.”

She sighed. “And does your brother have a drinking problem, sweetie?”

“Sam?” Dean chuckled. “Two beers and he’s doing karaoke.” He joked. “No, no he wasn’t drunk. He was taken.”

She nodded. “Alright. What’s his name?”

“Winchester. Sam Winchester.” I cleared my throat.

“Like the rifle?” She chuckled, and Sam and I nodded.

“Like the rifle.”

She shook her head as she typed it into her computer, clicking something afterwards.

“Samuel William Winchester. You must be Olive Sam Winchester.” She smiled.

“Yeah.” I nodded. “I looked a lot like him when I was born, so… Sam’s my middle name.” I huffed.

“So… Dean Winchester. The brother.” She looked up at me.

“Yeah.” I sniffed. “Died in St. Louis. Murder suspect. I know. So you understand that Sam is all I’ve got.”

Dean grabbed my shoulder and sighed. “Yeah, Dean. Black sheep of the family. Handsome though.”

“Uh-huh. Well, he’s not showing up in any current field reports.”

“Oh, actually, I already have a lead. I saw a surveillance camera by the highway.”

“Uh-huh. The county traffic cam?”

“Right, yeah. I’m thinking that the camera picked up whatever took him. Or, whoever.” Dean corrected himself.

“Well, I have access to the traffic cam footage down at the county department, but… let’s do this the right way.” She stood and grabbed a clipboard, handing it back to me. “Olive, why don’t you fill out a missing persons report and sit tight, over there?” She pointed to a seat in the corner.

I looked up at Dean, distressed. I let out a wheeze, panic rising again. Dean tucked my hair behind my ear and nodded toward the bench, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Officer, look, uh…” Dean looked over at me, then back at the deputy. “They’re family. I kinda look out for the kid. You’ve gotta let me come with you.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t do that.” She shook her head.

Dean squared his shoulders. He was determined now. “Tell me something. Your county has its fair share of missing persons. Any of them come back?”

She looked away, saddened.

“Sam and Olive are my responsibility. Sam’s coming back. I’m bringing him back. For that kid over there.” He pointed to me. “Because Sam’s all she’s got, and I’ll be damned if I do a piss poor job of bringing her brother back to her.”

I looked up from the clipboard to Dean with a frown on my face. He looked at me and forced a smile.

We’ll find him. I promise.

***

“Greg, Olive.”

I got up, turning around to see Kathleen coming out of the police building with a folder in her hand. “I think we’ve got something.”

I held my hand out, and she let me take the folder. I tore through it and splayed the papers out. Dean and I looked over them.

“These traffic cameras take an image every three seconds, as part of the Amber Alert program. These images were all taken around the time that Sam disappeared.”

Dean sighed. “This isn’t really what we’re looking for.”

“Wait no, D-” I cut myself short and elbowed Dean to get his attention instead. “Look at this.” I pointed to a rusty truck. “Right after you said Sam left. Look, it’s got plates.” I pointed, eyebrows furrowed.

“They look new. It’s probably stolen.”

“So, whoever’s driving that rust bucket must be involved.” Kathleen snorted.

A beat-up van drove by, the engine loud, a whine. I looked to Dean, eyes wide as I remembered what Evan had said.

“Hear that engine?” Dean asked her.

“Yeah.”

“Kinda a whining growl, right?” I asked.

“Sure.” She shrugged.

I looked back to Dean and blinked back tears. He chuckled, mumbling to himself with a shake of his head.

“I’ll be damned.”

***

“Okay, the next traffic camera is fifty miles from here, but the pickup didn’t pass that one, so…” Kathleen sighed, keeping her eyes on the road.

“So, it must’ve pulled off somewhere. I didn’t see any other roads here.” Dean shook his head.

“Well, a lot of these backwood properties have their own private roads.”

“Great.” I sighed, resting my cheek against the headrest of Dean’s seat.

Kathleen turned her attention to her computer before her face wrinkled up in concern.

“So, Gregory.” She spoke through gritted teeth.

“Yeah?” Dean turned to her.

“I ran your badge number. It’s routine when we’re working a case with state police. For accounting purposes and whatnot.”

Dean nodded, and she sniffled as she pulled over.

“And uh, they just got back to me. It says here your badge was stolen.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up, confused.

“And there’s a picture of you.” She turned the computer to Dean, and it showed an African American man much older and much heavier than Dean.

“I lost some weight.” Dean chuckled. “And I uh, got that Michael Jackson skin disease.”

“Okay, would you step out of the car, please? This girl is a minor, but you-”

“Look, look, look.” I cut her off, and Dean looked at me over his shoulder, a sign to stop talking.

“If you wanna arrest me, that’s fine. I’ll cooperate, I swear. But first, please. Let me find Sam.”

“I don’t even know who you are! Or if this Sam person is actually missing.”

“He is! He’s my brother, and he’s missing! Please.” My nose burned as I put a hand on Dean’s shoulder.

“Look into my eyes and tell me if I’m lying about this.” Dean stared at her and reached up to take my hand.

“Identity theft? You’re impersonating an officer!”

“Look, here’s the thing. When we were young, I pretty much pulled him from a fire. And ever since then, I’ve felt responsible for him. Like it’s my job to keep him safe. I’m just afraid that if we don’t find him, and fast.” Dean’s voice broke. “Please.”

“He’s our family.” I blinked back tears.

“I’m sorry. You’ve given me no choice. I have to take you in.” She sighed and glanced at her visor.

A picture of her and another man, her age, smiling. She sighed again.

“After we find Sam Winchester.”

I let out a breath of relief and let my head drop against Dean’s shoulder. He squeezed my hand with a sigh, taking a deep breath.

***

“Hey, uh…” Dean trailed off, looking between me and Kathleen.

“Look. We don’t mean to press our luck.” I got the words out for him.

“Your luck is so pressed.” She spoke before taking a sip from her coffee.

“Right.” Dean sighed.

“Why are you helping us out anyways? Why don’t you just… lock him up and call CPS for me?” I asked.

A pained look formed on Kathleen’s face and her shoulders dropped. “My brother, Riley… he disappeared three years ago. A lot like Sam. We searched for him, but… nothing. I know what it’s like to feel responsible for someone, and for them to-” she shook her head. “Come on. Let’s just keep at it.”

Dean looked down at me. He was worried, a bit freaked out that he still had another sibling to lose. Scared of what was going to happen after. Frantic to find Sam. I met his eyes with a sigh. I held a hand out for him, and he took it with a sad smile.

“It’s gonna be okay.” I whispered. “Promise.”

***

“Wait, wait, wait!” Dean called, pointing. “Pull over there. Pull over.”

Kathleen pulled the car onto the side of the road, and Dean and I barreled out, into the edge of the forest.

“This is the first turn I’ve seen so far.”

“You two stay here, I’ll check it out.” Kathleen ordered as she came up behind us.

“No fucking way.” Dean scoffed.

“Hey.” Kathleen turned, hands on her hips. “You’re civilians. A kid. And a felon too, I think. I’m not taking you with me.”

“You are not going without me.”

Kathleen looked over to me and I shrugged with a sigh. “Michael here is a bit of a big, chest-puffed-out protector.”

Michael. Technically not Dean’s real name, but close enough. It would get his attention in a pinch, and it slipped past my lips way easier than a fake name would.

“Alright.” She shook her head. “You promise you won’t get involved? You’ll let me handle it? And Olive stays in the car.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Dean nodded. “Promise.”

“Wh-”

Dean shushed me, a hand to my shoulder, pushing me back behind him.

“Shake on it.” Kathleen held her hand out to him, and when Dean took it, Kathleen locked a pair of cuffs on his wrist.

“Oh, come on.”

“Wait, wait, Kathleen, please.” I went for her shoulder as she cuffed Dean to the car.

“Sorry, kid.” She grabbed me by the wrist and slammed a cuff onto me, linking me to my brother.

I tugged, and they cut into my skin like it was nothing. I cursed under my breath.

“This is ridiculous! Kathleen, I really think you’ll need our help.”

“I’ll manage. Thank you.” She smiled as she walked away.

“What the fuck do we do now?” I asked, tugging at our wrists.

My skin stung, and a stripe of blood fell down my hand. Dean tugged back.

“Stop it, you’re bleeding already.”

“Fucking hell.” I hissed, frustrated.

“Okay. Okay, we gotta start carrying paper clips. Or bobby pins!” He turned to me. “You’re a girl, do you have any bobby pins on you?”

I looked at him and rolled my eyes. “No, Dean. I’m a Winchester. I do not have bobby pins on me. Sammy might though.” I sighed, dread edging up in my stomach. “Sammy.”

“Okay. Okay, the antenna.” Dean nodded to my end of the car. “Can you reach to unscrew it?”

He was calm, cool, and collected.

“Yeah. Yeah, I can try.” I nodded. “Move with me.”

He shuffled over, stuck to my side. I took two steps, letting my arm pull as I went for the antenna. I didn’t reach.

“Fuck.”

An engine roared. A whining growl.

“Son of a bitch.”

“Fuck.” I repeated, stretching again.

“Come on, Ol. You can get it. Come on.”

I stretched my fingers, knuckles burning.

The engine got closer, and I mumbled another curse as Dean began to get antsy, inching as far as he could so I would be able to get further.

Panic set in, and things went sideways.

Scared. Worried. Angry. Hungry for something, but not blood.

Go.

I took a breath and let my eyes flutter closed. Dean said something, but I didn’t hear him.

Safety. You have to. Go.

Dean again, but nothing but a murmur against the thumping of blood in my ears.

My skin began to burn. My jaw ached. Head burning, wrist bleeding. Teeth against teeth, teeth tearing at metal.

Head aching, throbbing. Dean saying something.

“Hey. Hey, Beautiful. Hey.” Dean called.

I wasn’t cuffed anymore. I blinked, back in reality.

“Baby?”

I blinked, harder this time. The engine screamed.

“Shit!”

I busted ass reaching for the antenna. I unscrewed it and ran to Dean, forcing the cuffs off.

“Ollie?”

I forced back a yawn.

Dean is safe. You can rest now.

No.

“Olive.” He grabbed me by the shoulders. “Beanie?”

“We gotta go.” I mumbled, feeling my words slur together.

Rest.

No.

“Olive. Okay, okay. Come on.” He grabbed me by the waist and squeezed. “Jump.”

I blinked, confused. “What?”

“Up.” He pleaded. “Please.”

The engine, again, closer than before.

“De?” I mumbled, eyelids growing heavy.

Rest.

“No.” I hissed, and Dean grabbed me by the hips this time, yanking me up and over his shoulder.

I was left hanging, tired and numb.

Rest.

“N-”

“It’s okay, baby. Go to sleep. I’ve got you.” He whispered.

Rest.

Okay.

***

“Sweetheart, wake up.”

“Huh?” I blinked, the light burning.

“We gotta go get Sammy.”

I blinked again, this time forcing my eyes open. Dean was kneeling above me, one hand on my shoulder and the other on my cheek.

“Come on.”

I groaned as pushed myself to sit up. He grabbed me by the arms and helped me to my feet, catching me as I stumbled.

“Alright. Let’s go. I think he’s in there.” He nodded to a barn in front of us.

I groaned. “Creepy barn. Bad vibes.” I flicked a knife out of my boot, handing it to him.

“Stay behind me.” Dean whispered as he pushed the door open, knife up, level with his chest.

The light flooded in, and there was Sammy, in a cage. Hair matted, face dirty, eyes wide.

“Sammy?” I called, seeing his eyes light up. “Sammy! Bubs!” I ran to the cage, sticking my hands in between the bars.

He reached back, letting his face drop into my hands. “Hey, bug.” He smiled.

“You hurt?” Dean came up behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“No.”

“Damn, it’s good to see you.” Dean let out a huff.

“How did you two get out of the cuffs?”

Dean turned at the sound of Kathleen’s voice, but I stayed focused on Sammy. He looked me over, eyes widening in concern.

“Cookie, what did you do?” He asked, grabbing the broken cuff and pulling my wrist up.

I sighed. “Uh… we got cuffed.”

He shook his head at me. “Ollie…” He trailed off. “Lemme see your teeth.” He moved to push my lip up. “How did you not chip them?”

I shrugged as he cupped my cheek. “Don’t remember.”

“Well, these locks look like they’re gonna be a bitch.”

“Yeah, there’s some kind of automatic control right there.” Sam stroked my cheek before taking his hand away and pointing to a panel on the wall.

“Have you seen it? What is it?” I asked.

“Yeah. They’re just people.”

“And they… jumped you?” I asked, blinking.

“Must be gettin’ a little rusty there, kiddo.” Dean scoffed as he began to try different buttons on the panel. “What do they want?”

“I don’t know.” Sam shook his head. “They let Jenkins go, but that was some sort of trap. It doesn’t make any sense to me.”

I grabbed at Sam again, checking him over. He said he wasn’t hurt, but he had gone without a sound, and I found it hard to believe any normal person could move a six-two moose without hurting him.

“Well, that’s the point.” I sighed. “You know, with our… usual playmates… there’s rules. Patterns.”

“These people are just crazy.” Dean scowled, hitting the buttons once more.

“See anything else out there?” Sam asked me.

I shrugged. “I was out.”

“He, uh, has a dozen junked cars hidden out back. Plates from all over.”

“So when they take someone, they take the car too?” I asked.

“Did you see a black Mustang out there? About ten years old?” Kathleen stood in her cage, hands gripping the bars.

“Uh, yeah, actually. I did.” Dean nodded, and Kathleen’s face dropped.

“Your brother’s?” I turned.

She nodded.

“I’m sorry.” The three of us spoke at the same time.

“Let’s get you guys out of here, then Sam and I can blast these bastards while Olive and Kathleen scram.” Dean sucked in air through his teeth. “Alright, this thing takes a key. Key?”

“Dunno.” Sam sighed.

“Alright. We better go find it.” Dean grabbed me by the shoulder, and I shook him off.

“I wanna stay with Sams.”

He sighed, and he and Sam shared a look.

“I can fend for myself.” I looked at Dean with puppy eyes, and he sighed again.

“It’s okay.” Sam nodded at him. “It’s okay. Go.”

Dean sighed, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of my head.

“Be safe.” He whispered against my hair.

I nodded. “Always. Be careful. Love you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Close to your cousin, huh?” Kathleen asked as I settled in front of Sam’s cage, my back to him and his hand in mine.

“He raised her.”

“He isn’t just any old felon, isn’t he?” She asked.

I began to squirm.

“I’m not gonna turn him in. You can tell me the truth.”

I looked at Sam over my shoulder, and he shook his head.

“Is he Dean Winchester? Your brother, the murder suspect?”

There were footsteps outside the door, and Sam’s hand went to my back, pushing me up. I scrambled to hide in the shadows as the door swung open and a hick walked in with a gun in his hand.

Sam.

“What are you doing?” Sam asked, getting to his feet as the man unlocked his cage.

Sam.

Sam stumbled backward as the man pulled the door open.

Sam.

I began to shake. My blood was boiling.

Sam.

My jaw cracked, and blood spilled from my mouth, down my front.

Sam!

The gun went up, and a growl tore through my throat. The man turned to me, and I closed my eyes as I let the rage take over.

A gunshot. Another growl, teeth and blood, a second gunshot, and screaming.

***

“Ollie!”

“Olive, come on.”

“Ollie, please. Please, baby girl.”

I forced my eyes open. Someone was grabbing my face, and someone else had me in their hold.

“Olive. Hey! Hey.”

“Hi, honey.”

“What happened?” I mumbled, realizing that Dean’s hand was on my forehead as I sat up.

“You… blacked out.” Sam whispered.

“Did I…” I trailed off, seeing blood spilled down my front and under my nails.

“You did what you had to.” Dean tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Where’s Kathleen?”

“Waiting at the car.”

I blinked. “I’m sorry.”

Sam sighed from behind me, and Dean stroked my face again.

“It’s okay.”

“We’ll talk about it later.”

They spoke at the same time, and my immediate reaction was to crawl out of Sam’s lap and bury myself into Dean’s open arms. His chin rested on my head and he sighed.

“Let’s go home.”

***

“I think the car’s at the police station.” Dean told Sam as we stood by Kathleen’s side.

She was on her walkie, talking to someone. She needed backup, she needed to clear this family of freaks out.

“So…” She turned to us. “State police and the FBI are gonna be here within the hour. They’re gonna wanna talk to you. I suggest that you’re all long gone by then.”

“Thanks. Hey listen, I don’t mean to-”

“No.” I grabbed Dean by the hand to cut him off.

“Start walking.” Kathleen smiled at me. “Duck if you see a squad car.”

“Sounds good to me. Uh, thank you.” Sam smiled at her.

“Listen, uh… we’re…” I looked at Dean and then back at her with a sigh. “We’re sorry about your brother.”

“Thank you.” She began to tear up. “It was really hard not knowing what happened to him. I thought it would be easier once I knew the truth, but… it isn’t really.” She shook her head as she cleared her throat. “Anyways. You guys should get going.”

�� ***

“Never do that again.” Dean spoke.

“Do what?” Sam asked, looking up from the ground at him.

“Go missing like that.”

“Ah, you were worried about me.” Sam smiled.

Dean snorted. “All I’m saying is, you vanish like that again, I’m not looking for you.”

Sam giggled. “Sure, you won’t.”

“He won’t. But I will. A hundred percent, every single time.” I wrapped an arm around Sam’s waist, and he threw his over my shoulders.

“So, Dean. Care to tell Olive how you got sidelined by a thirteen year old girl?”

“Oh, shove it.” Dean scowled.

“Just saying… getting rusty there, kiddo.” Sam winked.

“Shut up.” Dean pushed through a chuckle.

***

“Olive…” Sam trails off.

He’s sitting in a chair by the edge of the bed. Olive squirms. She’s freshly showered, but she’s so nervous that her skin is boiling and she’s hot, so hot. She’s sitting with her big brother, her savior. They’re on the bed, criss-cross and facing Sam.

Jinx is curled up at the foot of the bed. She’s happy that her family is home.

Sam wants to talk about this. He needs to talk about it. His sister isn’t normal.

Dean thinks there’s nothing to talk about. Olive didn’t choose her identity, and he’ll be damned if he lets anyone shame her for it.

Olive is horrified.

Her brother doesn’t love her anymore. How could he? She’s a monster.

Jinx can sense it. She whimpers, looking up at Sam.

“I’m sorry.” Olive whispers, voice low.

Dean wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

“There is nothing to be sorry about.”

“I killed someone.”

“Olive.” Sam crouches to be eye-level with her. “You did what you had to do.”

Olive’s eyes jump up. Did Sam just… tell her it was justified?

“He’s right, baby.” Dean squeezes her, grabbing her hand in his.

“But I… I’m a monster.” She’s shaking.

“No.” Dean whispers, and Sam sighs.

“Dean, she is. She’s something.”

“She is not a monster.” Dean all but growls at his younger brother.

His baby sister may be a mix of something inhuman with a Winchester, but she is not a monster. He didn’t raise a monster. His little girl is just that. A girl.

“He’s right, Deano.” Olive looks up, stuck to her brother.

Dean shakes his head. “Okami.”

Olive recoils, and Sam’s world begins to spin. He gets up so fast that his chair goes flying to the ground. Olive flinches as she sits on the other bed. Far away from her brothers, far away from anyone she could hurt.

Jinx follows with a whimper, and Olive lets the small pup crawl into her lap. Olive begins to cry, and Jinx mimics the sound.

Sam tears through his father's journal.

Okami.

Monsters originating in Japan. They hunt and feed on humans. They develop a type.

Olive’s stomach heaves.

She knows her type.

Anything that threatens her family.

Sam looks at his sister.

She’s a kid. How could she be this? This horrible, flesh-eating monster?

Dean's eyes shut. He pinches the bridge of his nose. His baby, the one he vowed to protect, the one he raised from birth. His kid.

“She’s only a third.”

“What?” Sam turns, confused.

“Does that mean… you guys aren’t really my brothers?” Olive looks up from her lap, eyes wide.

“No. No, that’s not what it means.” Dean gets up, moving to sit in front of her.

She shuffles backwards, and Dean reaches his hands out. Jinx lets out a high pitched whine.

“You won’t hurt me.” He places a hand on her knee. “I promise.”

She shakes her head. She always knew something was wrong with her. But an Okami? She briefly wishes she had never been born.

“How?” Sam inches closer, the journal tossed aside.

He knows his sister, can see the fear in her eyes and the terror in her posture. That’s his kid sister. She’s his flesh and blood. In that moment, he makes his choice. He’ll do what he needs to in order to protect her, whether she’s human or not.

“Your mother.” Dean starts, then clears his throat. “Your mom, she was half Okami. She had fangs, too.” He looks at his baby, sees the fear behind her face. “She didn’t hurt anyone. She never did. Your mom was a good woman.”

“Then why did she give me up?” Olive’s voice is weak.

She loves her brothers, but she has wondered what life would be like with her mother in the picture.

Dean shakes his head. “I don’t know, baby girl. I don’t know why she gave you up.”

“Why am I a monster?” Olive breaks into a sob, hands going into her hair.

Sam sits next to her, grabs her by the waist, pulling her into his lap. She curls up, sobs into his chest. Jinx whimpers, scratching at Sam’s side.

“You aren’t a monster, kiddo.” Sam whispers into her hair. “You’re a Winchester.”

Dean leans against the wall, shoulder to shoulder with his little brother.

“It’s why when we’re in danger, it takes over.” Dean reaches for her hand.

She hesitates before taking it. “Is that why I tried to kill Sue Ann?”

He nods. “Yes. It’s why when you’re angry, you’re so invincible. Why when you’re in fight-or-flight, not much can hurt you. It’s why you heal so much faster than us.”

Her lip quivers, and her brothers crowd her.

“You’ll learn to control it. We can help you.” Dean squeezes her hand.

“Bug. Everything’s gonna be okay. We love you.”

She looks up at Sam. “I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing to say sorry for. I love you.”

She buries her head into him. “I love you too.”

She squeezes Dean’s hand, and the eldest Winchester feels a wave of relief wash over him. He squeezes back.

“I love you guys.” Olive whispers.

Dean and Sam share a look. This is their baby sister. They have to protect her, no matter the cost. Dean presses a kiss to her hand.

“We love you too.”

“Thank you.”

Sam and Dean share a look.

“For what, bug?”

She looks up again, this time right at Dean. Brown bores into green, and tears blur his vision. This is his kid. And she’s scared of herself. He can’t stand it.

“For always protecting me.”

Dean chuckles, a single tear sliding down the curve of his nose. He winks at her.

“Wouldn’t trade you for the world.”

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httpteddybear · 6 years ago

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Show it↝ J.W

Summary; Someone comes up with the brilliant idea of showing the vs Jeff's... well, you know.

Warnings; swearing, nudity

Authors note; first tumblr fanfic uh oh. Also I used a fake texting app dont @ me, but they had literal android emojis as the only option, sorry kitty girls.

"I have no ideas for the vlog."

David sighed out, leaving you, Carly, Erin, Jeff, Toddy, and Scott to ponder what to film.

"I heard Jeff has a pretty big dick."

You snickered causing the rest of them to laugh along. Jeff smirked at you before the others spoke up.

"Well he is new,"

"Yeah and no one has seen his dick yet."

"Oh baby we're in for a treat."

Zane winked at Jeff before biting his lip. David sat around for a little bit, thinking if he should do the idea or not. After a few minutes, he decided to do it. So he got his camera out, and set everything up.

"What's up guys, so the next part in the vlog is everyone seeing Jeff's penis. And uh, yeah."

He chuckled before calling everyone to the living room.

"Okay, so the boys will go first just incase one of the girls, well, you know."

David chuckled at heaths analysis and agreed.

"Okay. Zane, Heath, Jason, Toddy, and I will go, then the girls can go separately."

David had an elaborate plan. It had been quite a while since something sexual happened in the vlog, so sending in the girls separately was good content. David called taken girl's significant others and told them aswell. David was a maniac but he wasnt one to overstep too much.

All the boys got on their knees in front of Jeff and huddled close together.

"Wow, somethin' about this feels familiar."

Jeff spoke up with a sniker, before getting a shoe thrown at him, courtesy of y/n.

"Dude shut up, Jason I understand, but I doubt Heath has sucked your dick, he's got Zane."

Everyone chuckled before David made all the girls leave the room.

"Okay, on three."

"Three,"

"Two,"

"One."

Jeff's pants pooled around his ankles as all the guys were stunned.

"I knew he had a massive dick."

"Damn baby,"

"Jesus christ."

"Godzilla?!"

That last comment was provided by Jason. Everyone laughed and joked some more as Jeff pulled up his pants.

"Okay, girls come here!"

Kristen, Liza, Corinna, Natalie, and you were the only girls here at the moment, hence why you go in individually, makes for more content.

"Okay Kristen's up first."

Kristen looked uncomfortable, but waved it off with a smile.

"Wait! I just wanna bid our relationship fair well babe!"

Scott screamed at Kristen as she went down the hallway, making her feel a little more confident as she held the camera.

She slipped into the bathroom, both of them feeling awkward.

"Okay, I'm ready."

Jeff let his pants come to his knees, along with his boxers. Kristen saw a small bit and then ran out.

"I AM A LOYAL WOMAN."

She yelled, running to clutch Scott's shirt.

"Okay, next is, uh Liza."

David was a little freaked out about this one, he did still have feelings for her. Well, of course he did. So, this was hard.

"Good luck."

Kristen whispered to Liza, handing her the camera before patting her back.

Liza walked down the hallway as slow as she possibly could, she still felt devoted to David. Approaching the bathroom, she got a little more anxious.

"Hey, uh, I'm ready."

Jeff slowly pulled down his pants again, letting them pool on the floor this time. He then slowly pulled his boxers to his knees.

"Oh my God, ew!"

Liza quickly left the bathroom before shoving the camera at David and plopping on the couch, looking traumatized.

David was relieved. That was a good reaction and she didnt have interest in Jeff. It was a win/win.

Now it was Corinnas turn. Everyone joked around about how she and Jeff were gonna fuck, and it was funny to everyone. Well everyone, except you.

"Turn the camera off before you fuck!"

"Get it baby."

"Use a condom!"

She went into the bathroom and spoke. "Okay let's get this over with."

Jeff pulled out his dick yet again and watched as corrina basically eye fucked him. She walked out with the same look, but exaggerated it by smudging her lipstick and hair.

"He is big" she smiled as Todd had a mini freak out before she told him it was a joke.

"Natalie!"

Natalie looked uncomfortable as well, she had a girlfriend. But David knew that the chance of her having any sexual reaction was slim.

Natalie entered the room with a blank face, as Jeff awkwardly smiled and shifted.

"Okay, take 'em off big boy"

Natalie joked, watching as Jeff swiftly pulled down his pants, again.

"Huh." She hummed, walking out.

"That's it? Natalie! You were the one that was supposed to screw him." David scolded.

In reality, he planned for Jeff and y/n to get it on. Everyone saw how they flirted. Weather they were touching one another, or sensually speaking.

"Okay, y/ns turn!"

You walked to the bathroom, feeling mediocre. You were so nonchalant it almost was suspicious. Well, it was. You see, you and Jeff had a thing a while back. When he first joined you two fucked like rabbits.

"Why does thin setting feel familiar?" You said, paraphrasing what he had said earlier.

"Get you pretty ass in here." Jeff said, pulling you by your belt loop. You were already turned on, and him being assertive piled on to it.

"So let's see it then." You said, starting the camera.

He pulled his pants down and you did a very calm face for the camera before walking out.

"How was it?" David winked at you.

"Eh, pretty average."

It's been about three hours since the thing with you and Jeff. He seems to be fine. You, on the other hand, are so horny you can barely walk. Seeing him like that, did something to you, so you grab your phone, and start texting him.

You walk into the bathroom as you hear Zane and David snicker over something.

"I didnt find you very funny princess."

You get no chance to reply as Jeff pushes you against the wall. You knew not to play games, but a little tease never hurt.

"Oh, you're in for a long night."

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dsmadmin · 3 years ago

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#BeastofBrayRoad

Written by @DaemoniumJager & @LoneHuntressDSM

John: Shoutgun in hand tromping through the brush pushing ten o'clock at night I hear a howl in distance. Taking off in a run towards it, been out here for hours waiting to get my chance and nothing till now. Slowing down to listen raising the Mossberg, butt resting against my shoulder. Measured steps coming up on a smell, blood... inching closer hard to see in the dark. Wet smacking and flesh being ripped away from it's prey.

Low growl, it was quicker than I'd anticipated. Didn't get a shot off as it locked down on my arm sinking it's teeth into me. Scrambling with the weight of it, fingers in the dirt managing to grab the gun. "BLAM" I'd turned my face away as I pulled the trigger close range afraid of getting peppered with lead. Ears ringing, wet with thick blood I push the dead-weight of the wolf like creature off me.

Just laying there on the earthen floor of the forest looking up into the tree line, watching the dark clouds move past the moon giving more light at the moment to see by. "What the hell was I doing?" Been at this now a few years and it just kept getting crazier. The boys on my mind but the job I'm suppose to be at getting me up off my ass, blood running down my fingertips from the bite.

Least I'd got the bastard. This thing had been terrorizing the area around here. Livestock at first but it had killed two small kids around Dean's age too. Nudging the black fury beast with the toe of my boot, taking out a flashlight to get a good look at it. Taking a few pictures with my camera to put in my journal for later reference. It's hind legs looked like something the mythical Minotaur had but this was not a werewolf. Otherwise I'd be screwed because it just bit me. Thick black fur and sharp teeth, nothing overly special besides those hind leg's.

Looking down at my watch cursing. I was /late/ again for work. I needed to get a move on. The shotgun blast had done enough damage it wasn't coming back to life. I didn't have time to bury it so I just high tailed it back to the Impala. Opening the trunk I pulled my bloody jacket off and overshirt. Blotting my arm with the ruined shirt. Cleaning it up with some whiskey quickly and wrapping it up. No time to change, I just wipe my face off and close the trunk. Forty five minutes later I pull up to the shipping depot and get out.

Head down I already know I'm gonna hear shit from the boss. "Nice of you finally make it Winchester." "I'm sorry, I'll get right to work." "No, I've had enough of you." "Please I need this job I've got two boys to feed." "I don't want to hear it. You're late /again/ covered in blood. Get your shit together and stay out of the bars fighting if you really care about your boys."

I tried my best to talk him out of firing me but dejected I walked back to the Impala, dreading having to face the boys when I got back. We were running way low on food and money. Rent was up on the motel and it just seemed I couldn't catch a break. Walking into the grungy motel room, I was greeted by Dean who's got big as a silver dollar. "Dad?! What happened to your arm? Wh... is that blood?" "Easy son, little accident at work. It's okay." Not sure he bought it but he seemed to calm down after a hug. Checking on Sammy who was asleep I headed in to take a long shower. Dressing the wound, feeling like a new man I smiled. Dean was standing on a chair making grilled cheese sandwich's with a hot plate. Taking over we sat down and ate them in silence and went to bed.

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Annie: I wrinkle my nose at the paper. It was something. I had to be something. I knew in my gut.

While most of my graduating class went off to college or... I gag... got married... I decided to find out what was out in the dark. I knew personally that monsters were real. At least werewolves were.

What else was out there? Was Frankenstein real? Mummys? Vampires? Godzilla?

I packed a suitcase and load it in the back of my Firebird. I had enough cash to make it through my summer road trip. If I needed more, I'm sure I could find a small job or figure something. I was very resilient.

So Delavan, WI was my destination. The article mentioned people found ripped apart be 'wolves'.

Wolves generally steer clear of people. We were their enemy. So I didn't buy that cover story.

I pull into the motel parking lot next to an impressive '67 Impala. Then head into the manager's office.

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John: -Early the next morning John got up at the sound of the door being beat on. Groggy eyed he got up shirtless and answered the door. The hotel owner stood there looking pissed. Heavy sign, he wanted money. Wordlessly I walk over and pull the last money from my wallet and hand it over. I hate to find work and if need to look for churches that would be willing to help. The owner smiled showing his missing teeth. As he left I grabbed a shirt and slipped my boots on. Going out to the Impala I popped the trunk looking for the last bit of canned food we had.-

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Annie: I couldn't help but hear the pounding on my neighbor's door.

Who beats on someone's hotel room door /this/ early in the morning?

I peek out of the dark curtains and watch as the manager berates my neighbor. I can't help but feel for them. My neighbor's voice sounded defeated when he spoke back to the manager.

I'd open the curtain slightly wider when the manager walked off triumphantly. I continued to watch my neighbor through the window, smiling as he walks to the Impala that I'd been impressed with the day before.

I bit my lip slightly as I swing open the door, I shouldn't stick my nose in but damn if I did anyway.

"Morning," I say making eye contact.

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John: -John looked up from the trunk and found himself staring at gorgeous redhead. He smiled at her.- Morning.

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Annie: "Sorry, couldn't help but overhear," I let my eyes move over the man and then to his car. Losing my train of thought. I move closer, my bare feet on the cool cement. I hadn't bothered to change from my pajamas when was spying on my neighbor. So I stand there gawking in thin shorts and a t-shirt.

The black paint of the Impala reflects the morning sun that is peeking over the rooftop of the other building. "She's beautiful. A '67?"

I raise my eyes to meet his. Damn, he had dimples too.

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John: -His was widowed not dead and his eyes lingered. He could make out her nipples pressing against the thin shirt. At the mention of Baby he grinned.- A woman who knows her cars... yes she is. Best purchase I ever made.

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Annie: I noticed his gaze and smirked. I didn't mind him looking. Hell, it was hot to have a man with his /experience/ look at me.

"I love cars," I walk around meeting him at the trunk and point over to my Firebird, "that one's mine." I glance down at the contents of his trunk. Seeing his shotgun.

"You, hunt too?"

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John: -Looks over at her car, bold just like he bet she was.- Hunt? Oh yeah no and then when things are in season.

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Annie: I look at the items in the trunk then back to him, frowning slightly. Did I misread something? I'm so new at this that I guess I don't know all the signs. But this guy looked like he could hunt.

I see the torn and bloody shirt that was tossed in the trunk and then his bandaged arm. "You ok, sweetheart? That looks like it is fucking painful," I run my fingers lightly over his arm, "I heard there was a wolf thing in the woods near here. That's why I came."

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John: -He didn't pull away and listened to her, the soft-touch got him revved up a bit though. He'd been trying to play it off about being a hunter because from what he'd seen that wasn't something people shared too openly. Voice lowered he leaned in.- You're a /hunter/ like evil shit in the dark?

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Annie: I meet his gaze with mine and nod, "The weird shit like that fascinates me," I say softly, "I've only run into a few guys at a bar that said they believed in it. But really they were just teasing me or trying to get in my pants."

I tuck a strand of copper hair behind my ear, "So do you really believe there are monsters lurking out in the dark?"

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John: Yeah. I’ve seen the shit up close and personal. No place for a lady to be chasing down though. Does your family know what you’re up to?

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Annie: "Lady?" I give him a smile, "Don't think I've ever been accused of being a lady before."

Somehow the word though falling from his lips didn't seem so foreign. I take a couple of steps closer to him. I'm not sure if his goal was to intimidate me or to scare me away. But I don't scare easily.

"I've seen stuff too," I tell him, "my family thinks I'm on a road trip across the country before college."

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John: So you’re out here alone hunting? You should go home and stay away from this stuff. The deeper you get the harder it will be to get out.

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Annie: "What if I want to go deeper?" I ask him. "I want to learn this. I want to be able to protect myself from the monsters out there. I know I don't know everything. But I'm in too deep to turn back now." I lock my gaze with his, "Please, don't treat me like I'm a little girl in over my head. Teach me?"

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John: -John's frown deepened, thinking about Mary that image was /fresh/ in his memory.- I'm new at this too, I could get us both killed. -Thinking on it though might be smarter with two instead of one especially since he needed to look after the boys as well.- If I show you what I know... you promise to be careful? I got my boys with me I can't afford to half-assed or jump the gun you know what I mean?

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Annie: I'm not sure why but something about this man made me trust him. I only hoped I gave him the same feeling. As much as I could being a strange girl standing in a motel parking lot in my pajamas.

"I promise I'll be careful. I don't know about you," I give him a smile, "I like living so I'm not gonna do anything to put a stop to that if I can help it." I quirk a brow as he mentioned his boys, "You have kids? How old?"

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John: -Distracted a minute thinking about things, he came around and answered.- Dean's five, Sammy is just a year old.

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Annie: "Oh, you've got babies, huh?" I look up at the man who towered over me, "By yourself?"

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John: Yeah... my wife... something killed her. I should go check on them they're still so small but get in trouble easily.

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Annie: I watch as his expression changes as he mentions his wife. The sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I lost my boyfriend to a werewolf," I tell him, my tone dropped the cheerfulness I'd had before. "Ripped him apart in front of me. No one believed me. But it happened."

I push the thought back and look up with him smiling, I didn't have to dwell on it anymore, life was too fucking short, and I had to find the creature so no one else died, "How about you go check on your boys and maybe come by some time," I point to my room, "I gotta get a shower and dressed and stuff," I turn on my bare feet heading back to my room, then turn back towards him, "I'm Annie by the way."

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John: -He looked back watching her walk away, the revelation about her boyfriend gave him an understanding. They were out here chasing crazy for the same reasons.- I'm John. -Heading back inside the hotel he found Dean passed out holding Sammy, cartoons playing on the fuzzy television screen. Picking Sammy up he smiled at him.- Big brother is exhausted so it's me and you for a bit. -John got the Sammy bathed and changed then put him in the makeshift crib that was basically a milk crate padded with a pillow. Putting the blanket over him he made him a fresh bottle. Once the small one was settled down John looked to Dean and his heart broke all over again. Dean was stronger than most adults he knew, hell we was certainly stronger than him. Sitting on the edge of the bed he ran his fingers through his hair. Dean looked peaceful right now and he prayed the boy would sleep and not have nightmares. He'd waken to screams on more than one occasion and poor Dean would be white as a sheet calling out for his mother. John felt like such a failure for not being able to protect Mary and the kids. Whatever this thing

was that killed her he was gonna find it and kill it no matter what it took. Not just for her but for the boys, he wanted the boys, especially Dean to see that no matter what the hell you faced it could be dealt with. John needed them to know that, not be scared of the world and just go with the flow. No, you had to stand and fight not cower and fear. Putting another blanket on Dean then laying down himself he fell asleep.-

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Annie: I made it back to my room. Glad I finally met someone that knew what was really going on. I'm a novice. And it seemed that John was pretty new at this too. But it was a start. And he didn't seem to be some creepy guy who was trying to make some kind of play.

I tugged my pajamas off and tossed them in a pile by the bathroom door. Then walk into the bathroom and step under the running water. Taking a shower was time for me to recenter myself, to wash off every bad thing from the days before. Lately, things hadn't been great, but they hadn't been bad either. They'd just been.

I wanted so much to learn more about what was out there. I know what's out there is dangerous. But I wasn't scared. Not sure if that made me stupid or brave.

I wrap a towel around myself and run a brush through my hair as I thinking I should take my newspapers over to John and may together we could make heads or tails of the creature that was out in the woods. The thing that appeared to have attacked him.

I got dressed. Shorts, a t-shirt, and tennis shoes. then head out with newspapers tucked under one arm and a box of pop tarts in the other.

I peeped out his car again as I walked by it. He was telling the truth about having kids. There was evidence of that in his back seat.

I tap lightly on the hotel room door. Hoping I was not bothering him.

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John: -He'd slept hard and thankfully Sammy had slept through the night. Shit, showered and shaved he sat with his journal open and a map. Dean was eating a can of fruit watching cartoons with Sammy propped up on a blanket sucking on his binkie when the knock on the door came. Dean looked up at him with a tense expression. The poor kid was thinking the same as him "was it the manager again" John reached down and ruffled his hair.- It's okay champ I'll take care of it. -With that he got up and opened the door to not find the asshole manager but the looker from yesterday. His tense expression changed.- Hey there, Annie right?

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Annie: I offer him a smile as he swings the door open, "Right. Hi. Sorry. I know I asked you to come to see me but I thought maybe I could come over and we can work on something."

I didn't stop rambling. I don't know why. I wasn't nervous even though the man was ridiculously handsome. And stood probably a foot taller than me. I liked talking to him.

"I brought breakfast," holding up the box of Pop-Tarts, "and all the papers they had at the convenience store around the corner. Thought maybe there'd be some clues about what was out there, you know."

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John: -Dean's head popped up at the word "breakfast" and his eyes widened eyeing the pop tarts. John smiled at her and backed up opening the door wider.- Of course, please come in. Dean, come here and say hello to the pretty lady.

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Annie: I give the younger Winchester a smile and hand him the box of Pop-Tarts as I stepped inside their motel room, "They're Strawberry so that's fruit right?"

It wasn't much different than mine. Other than the makeshift crib in the corner. "Thanks for not shutting the door in my face," I look back up at the older Winchester, "I thought we can do something," I take a seat at in a chair at his table.

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John: -Dean was smiling ear to ear and John nodded it was okay and he went back to watching his cartoons and now munching on a pop tart. Taking a seat he looks at the redhead.- I'm not in the habit of being rude to women. What do you have here? -Looking at the papers she was holding.-

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Annie: I handed him the newspapers that I'd gathered showing him the stories that I'd circled, "I found these stories," I point to the story showing the guy that had lost his leg in a 'hunting' accident, "you think we should go to the hospital and interview him?"

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John: We could if we can get in. Dean, can you watch Sammy for a little while? -He hated leaving Dean so small to look after Sammy who was just an infant but what else could he do?-

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Annie: "I can get us in," I give him a smile as an idea churns through my brain. "I know a guy that can make us an ID. Very convincing. But do you have a suit?" I quirk a brow.

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John: No, I don't but I saw a thrift store up the road. Surely I can find it there.

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zdbztumble · 7 years ago

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“Ice Shack” - J/H

Figured I’d try fleshing this out into a full story. To give myself some grounding, I decided to treat this as an alternate take on Episode 3x10, “Ice Shack,” except moved up one slot to be immediately after 3x08, “Jackie Bags Hyde.” From there, the domino effect would cascade through the remainder of the series, though I can’t say I’m likely to do much more than this. If anyone likes what they read here and feels like running with this continuity, I’ve no objections.

SHOW TITLE

INT. FOREMAN BASEMENT - NIGHT

The gang, sans Jackie, has just finished a round of poker. KELSO and FEZ exit out the basement door, glum looks on their faces, while a very self-satisfied HYDE leans back in his chair, counting out his winnings. On the couch, ERIC and DONNA watch Hyde and trade whispers with one another.

HYDE: (laughing) Man, you guys gotta learn to spot a bluff.

DONNA: I can’t believe you faked us all out with two pair. How did you make that look good?

HYDE: Zen, baby. Zen.

He rises, gathers his coat, and makes for the door.

HYDE (cont’d): Alright, I’ll see you later.

Donna nudges Eric lightly. He nods and looks up to face Hyde.

ERIC: And just where do you think you’re going, young man?

HYDE: (beat) Home?

ERIC: Yes...you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Just waltz out that door, head back to your apartment, and sit around with your poker winnings and your alcoholic dad, never thinking about the consequences of your actions. You know, we’ve been down this road with you before, mister.

HYDE: (beat) Foreman, if you don’t tell me what this is about, I’m gonna kick your ass.

ERIC: You just plant your ass back in your chair, because we have something we need to talk to you about! Don’t we, honey?

Donna nods. Hyde shrugs and heads back to his chair. Eric and Donna inch across the couch to get closer to him, and Donna reaches a hand out and places it on Hyde’s knee.

DONNA: OK, Hyde...is there anything you want to tell us about your date with Jackie on Veteran’s Day?

HYDE: (beat) OK, bye-bye.

He stands again, but Eric and Donna stand too, and push him back into his chair.

ERIC: No, no, no! You don’t get to do that, pal.

HYDE: Whatever, man. So we went on a date. So?

DONNA: ‘So?’ Hyde, she stalked you for weeks, you told her to ‘die away from you,’ then you decked that guy at the barbeque, took her out, and neither of you have said anything about it.

HYDE: (shrugs) Nothing to say.

ERIC: Yeah, see, you I expect that from, but the cheerleader? You went with her to the mall out of pity and she wouldn’t shut up about it until halfway through the third film in my Godzilla marathon.

DONNA: Hyde, we just...you know. If anything happened...

HYDE: Nothing happened. (They stare) Nothing happened. I got us some pizza, we sat around, nobody talked...throw in a stash and a guy pissed off his film turned out blank and I might as well have been hanging out with Leo.

DONNA: Huh. So...that’s it? It was a dud date, and it’s all over?

HYDE: Yeah. I mean...yeah. Well...yeah.

ERIC: (beat) Hyde...

HYDE: What? I’m telling you, it’s over. She said she didn’t feel anything, so - that’s that.

DONNA: Wait - she said she didn’t feel anything?

HYDE: Whatever.

DONNA: But what about you?

Donna and Eric both break into matching grins. Hyde shifts in his chair.

HYDE: (beat) Oh, no. You got it all wrong, man.

ERIC: Oh, I don’t think so, Hyde.

HYDE: No, I - so she thought the kiss was -

DONNA: Oh my god, you kissed?

ERIC: The horror!

Donna and Eric gape at Hyde, who jumps to his feet.

HYDE: Hey - listen to me! I do not like Jackie! I can’t like Jackie! I only took her on that stupid date to shut her up about all this fantasy hero-worship crap she’s been on! So we kissed, and she felt nothing, and she hasn’t said anything and - and I don’t care! It’s cool! It’s - it’s totally cool.

ERIC: Oh...well... (reaches out to take Hyde’s hand) It’s OK, Hyde. I know your poor orphan heart’s breaking now, but you’ll find true love some day.

Hyde yanks his hand free and storms out of the basement, while Eric and Donna fall against each other, laughing.

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INT. FOREMAN BASEMENT - DAY

The next morning. Hyde sits in his chair eating oatmeal. Eric and Donna, dressed for winter, sit on the couch. They stare at Hyde and grin. As Hyde raises a spoonful toward his mouth, he stops, but doesn’t turn to face Eric and Donna. They don’t stop staring. Hyde resumes eating, but pauses again with the next spoonful. Eric and Donna keep grinning at him. Hyde finishes his bite, but when they still won’t stop, he shoves his spoon into his oatmeal and turns to face them.

HYDE: This is going in both your faces if you don’t knock it off. I swear to God.

DONNA: I can’t believe it. Tough, trouble-making Steven Hyde - no ties, no girlfriends - falls in love with Jackie Burkhart.

She cracks up as she says the name, and she and Eric lean their heads against each other as they laugh.

HYDE: I don’t “love” anyone. If I wanted to date Jackie, my interest would be strictly academic.

ERIC: Academic?

HYDE: Yeah, man. Think of it like an experiment. See, Jackie comes from money. Corrupt, Republican, corporate stooge money. She comes from the Man. Now, I’ve already taught Jackie zen. If I bring her into the full world of experience offered by sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll, then I’m turning the Man’s own child against him.

Eric and Donna stare skeptically.

HYDE (cont’d): See? It’s like, I’m the virus, and Jackie’s patient zero. Through her, I corrupt the system from the inside. That’s how you bring on the revolution, man!

ERIC: Your lips mouthed some conspiracy mumbo-jumbo, but all my ears heard was “I wish she were mine.”

Donna starts laughing again. Hyde flings some oatmeal Eric’s way, and he dodges it.

ERIC: I dunno, Donna. Someone might have beat us to the draw on the bedroom this weekend. We might have to settle for the back of the van.

DONNA: Oh...as long as I’m with you, Eric.

ERIC: That’s my girl.

They cuddle.

HYDE: What are you talking about?

ERIC: You know - the cabin.

HYDE: What cabin?

DONNA: The trip to Kelso’s uncle’s cabin. Didn’t he tell you? We’re leaving any minute.

A horn honks off-screen. The three share looks and head upstairs.

CUT TO:

EXT. FOREMAN DRIVEWAY - DAY

It is a cold, snowy day, and KELSO is standing in front of his van, parked with its back facing the road. He paces and rubs his hands together. Hyde, Eric, and Donna come outside through the kitchen.

KELSO: Hey. So, you guys ready to go?

HYDE: Kelso, man, what the hell? You didn’t tell me about this trip?

Kelso looks as if he just noticed Hyde was there.

KELSO: Oh. I’m sorry, Hyde. I forgot.

HYDE: Well, as long as there’s beer, I’ll forgive you. (claps Kelso’s shoulder) Let’s get going.

KELSO: Wait, Hyde. You can’t come.

HYDE: Why not?

KELSO: Because! Because...

He steps around Hyde to reach Eric and Donna.

KELSO (cont’d): OK, I might as well let you in on my master plan here. See, what this whole trip is about is a romantic double date, with you two, me, and Jackie.

ERIC: OK, see, Kelso - double dates usually work better when the second couple are actually dating.

KELSO: So, it’s a secret double date. I told Jackie the whole gang was coming, but I didn’t invite Hyde or Fez. (to Hyde) No offense.

DONNA: (beat) I’m out.

She and Eric both turn to head back inside, but Kelso moves to block their way.

KELSO: No, I need you guys! Look - I wanna win Jackie back. I love her, I miss her...and I’ve been getting, like, nothing from Laurie lately.

Donna rolls her eyes, Eric grins, and Hyde fumes. Kelso ignores them all.

KELSO (cont’d): I wanna show her that I’ve changed. That I’m not the lying, cheating guy I was when we dated the first time. Or the second.

HYDE: By tricking her into a double date when you haven’t even broken it off with Laurie yet?

KELSO: Exactly! And, Eric and Donna, you guys are, like, the perfect couple, so if you’re there, I can just copy all the sissy, loser things that Eric does, and I’m gold!

ERIC: I mean - he asks so nicely, how could we refuse?

DONNA: Kelso, I am not doing this!

KELSO: Oh, come on! You guys get a romantic weekend out of it, and I’ll have tons of beer! We won’t even need a refrigerator 'cause it’s so freaking cold! (crosses to Hyde) Oh, but I need to grab the beer and gas on the way, so...I kinda need it back.

He holds out his hand.

HYDE: You need what back?

KELSO: You know...my money.

HYDE: What money?

KELSO: My money from the poker game last night.

HYDE: Kelso, that’s my money.

KELSO: No, it’s mine! I brought it!

HYDE: And you lost it!

KELSO: Well, since when does losing it to you in a poker game make it your money?

Hyde stares, and Eric and Donna roll their eyes.

HYDE: OK - fine, Kelso. I’ll pay for this trip - with my money - on one condition: I come too.

KELSO: What? No, Hyde! That throws off my whole plan!

HYDE: Then you’re not getting my money.

KELSO: Well, what do you want to come for anyway?

ERIC: Yes, Hyde - what do you want to come for?

HYDE: (beat) Kelso, all your master plans are stupid and blow up in your face. I could spend my poker winnings on beer, movies, and nudie mags, but those are there every weekend. Watching you crash and burn - that’s something special, man. And I don’t wanna miss it.

KELSO: (beat) Alright, you’re in. But we’re not bringing Fez! He’s all over Jackie right now, and I don’t need him trying to sabotage me.

ERIC: Yes, we wouldn’t want that. Would we, Hyde?

Hyde glares at Eric, who moves with Kelso to get into the front of the van. Hyde and Donna linger by the back. Donna takes a few steps toward Hyde.

DONNA: Hyde - you really do care about her, don’t you?

Hyde shifts on his feet.

HYDE: No...but do you wanna go through all that again? (imitating Jackie) “Oh my god, you’re so beautiful, Michael!” (imitating Kelso) “Oh my god, you’re so beautiful, Jackie!” (imitating Jackie) “But you screwed Laurie and made out with Pam Macy - you’re a dirty dog and an idiot!” (imitating Kelso) “Well, I’m gonna keep cheating on you, talk about breaking up behind your back every five seconds, then cry like a bitch when you break up with my dumb ass!”

DONNA: (laughing) Well, deny it all you want - this is the sweetest I think I’ve ever seen you. But I think it’s good for Jackie that she’s on her own right now. So please tell me you’re not gonna use this trip to crawl all over her like these other dorks.

HYDE: It’s like I told you - she didn’t feel anything. That’s that.

He looks down at the ground. Donna sighs, and reaches out to rub his shoulder.

DONNA (cont’d): Ugh, I can’t believe Kelso. And what about poor Fez? We’re leaving him all alone this whole weekend.

HYDE: Actually, I think he’ll be fine. He had some plans.

DONNA: What plans?

CUT TO:

INT. MOVIE THEATER - DAY

A packed theater sits back to enjoy a special screening of WILLY WONKA AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY. Pan across the first row until we arrive on FEZ, munching away at popcorn and chocolate. His eyes are wide and his mouth hangs open.

FILM (aud. only): Who can take a sunrise (who can take a sunrise) Sprinkle it with dew (sprinkle it with dew) Cover it with choc'late and a miracle or two...

Fez sits up straight and sings out, as loud as he can...

FEZ & FILM: The Candy Man! Oh, the Candy Man can!

Everyone sitting around Fez glares at him. He smiles apologetically and slumps back down into his seat.

CUT TO:

INT. FOREMAN LIVING ROOM - DAY

LAURIE sits on the couch in her bathrobe. She watches TV and sips at a mug of coffee. KITTY enters through the kitchen door. Seeing Laurie, she sucks in a deep breath and puts on a hard smile.

KITTY: Good afternoon, sunshine. We missed you at lunch. And breakfast. And dinner last night.

LAURIE: Yeah...I would’ve made it, but it interfered with my plans to not spend more time in this dump than I have to.

KITTY: (Laughs) So, ah - what do you have planned for the day?

LAURIE: Same as every day. Lie here, do my nails, avoid talking to you. It’s not going that well so far.

Kitty crosses to turn off the TV. Laurie makes a hollow gesture of protest, but doesn’t stir from her spot as Kitty joins her on the couch.

KITTY: Honey, you’ve done nothing but party all night and sleep all day for months.

LAURIE: Oh, come on, Mom.

KITTY: Oh, not ‘come on.’ Sweetie, I’m worried about you. The way you’re going, you’re going to end up like...like Aunt Martha.

Laurie sits up straight.

LAURIE: You think I’ll end up like Fat Martha? With the beer gut?

KITTY: The poor woman couldn’t even play putt-putt.

Laurie stands.

LAURIE: I can’t believe you’d say that about your own daughter! And if I ever take three hours at that game, it’s only because it’s really hard to get it in the hole!

She storms upstairs. Kitty picks up the coffee mug she left behind.

KITTY: Not a problem anyone’s ever had with you, I’m sure.

CUT TO:

EXT. ICE CABIN - DAY

Hyde and Eric unload the van as Donna, Kelso, and JACKIE stand back and take in the small, rickety ICE SHACK sitting on top of the frozen lake. Kelso grins, while the girls look incredulous.

DONNA: This is your uncle’s cabin?

KELSO: Yeah...now that we’re here, I guess I can tell you that part too. It’s more of an ice shack.

JACKIE: It’s an outhouse!

KELSO: No, it’s an ice shack!

He crosses over to a large metal barrel just outside the shack.

KELSO (cont’d): This is the outhouse. And the hot tub.

The girls glare. They join Eric and Hyde on their way back to the van, but Kelso walks after them.

KELSO (con’d): It’s for fishing. My uncle comes out here all the time! It’s gonna be a blast. Just us, in this beautiful snow, all weekend long, with plenty of beer. And we can catch all the fish we want!

HYDE: Oh, I see. So, on the ride back from this weekend in Hell, we can enjoy the smell of dead fish the whole way home? Oh, boy!

Jackie moves to Hyde’s left, as far from Kelso as she can get. Donna takes a step closer to Eric.

DONNA: It’s kind of cold.

ERIC: Oh, here - take my jacket.

He shrugs his jacket off and drapes it over Donna’s shoulders.

DONNA: I love you!

ERIC: God, were are such the...

They both turn to look at Kelso.

ERIC (cont’d): ...Perfect couple.

Kelso rolls his eyes. Jackie shivers.

JACKIE: I’m cold, too.

KELSO: Well, damn, Jackie, I can’t control the weather!

He notices Eric and Donna glaring at him, and catches on to his mistake.

KELSO (cont’d): I mean - of course you’re cold, Jackie!

He makes a big show of taking his jacket off and presenting it to her.

KELSO (cont’d): Here - take my jacket.

It is now Jackie’s turn to roll her eyes.

JACKIE: Forget it. Donna, let’s go inside.

DONNA: (to Eric) How does that sound to you, honey?

ERIC: I think that sounds like a great idea, sweetie.

DONNA: Oh my God, let’s go!

The two of them link hands and follow Jackie towards the ice shack. Kelso starts to follow, but Jackie holds up a hand to stop him.

JACKIE: You’re not coming in.

KELSO: What? Jackie, it’s my uncle’s cabin!

ERIC: Well, Kelso, you can always warm yourself up in the hot tub.

He drums lightly on the rim of the barrel. He disappears inside the shack with Donna. Jackie lingers in the doorway and looks at Hyde, still by the van.

JACKIE: Steven, are you coming?

HYDE: In a minute. Think I’ll fumigate the van for a little while first.

JACKIE: Won’t you be cold?

HYDE: (shrugs) I don’t feel anything.

He and Jackie look at each other. Jackie breaks away first, disappearing inside the shack and closing the door behind her. Kelso crosses over to Hyde and scoffs.

KELSO: Man, can you believe this? I mean, what’s the point of bringing Eric and Donna along if copying all his dorky moves doesn’t work?

HYDE: Yeah, man. It’s almost as if a half-assed plan to trick a girl into liking you by pretending to be someone you’re not is a bad idea.

KELSO: I know, right? I mean, that’s impossible, but it’s so close to what’s happening here.

Hyde sighs, claps Kelso on the shoulder, and pulls him along as he steps into the van.

BUMPER

INT. MOVIE THEATER - DAY

WILLY WONKA continues. The “PURE IMAGINATION” song plays off-screen. Fez has finished his popcorn, and is now chewing a piece of bubble gum. As the song’s first three chimes sound, he blows a bubble. On the second three chimes, he sucks the bubble back in his mouth. He repeats this pattern two more times, the bubble getting larger and larger each time, until...

CUT TO:

The bubble blows up, becoming a pink BUMPER.

FEZ (V.O.): Ai!

FADE TO:

INT. VAN - EVENING

A CIRCLE is in progess, starting on Hyde.

HYDE: Man, Kelso, I am so happy I’m not in your shoes right now. I mean, every part of your plan - the trip, the cabin, copying Foreman - has backfired. This was such a good way to blow that poker money!

Pan to Kelso.

KELSO: Jackie just doesn’t know how much fun ice fishing is. I mean, I was out here for four days with my uncle once. He fell in the ice, lost all his fish, and woke up a hibernating bear. I laughed my ass off! And I’m tired of everyone ragging on the shack. It’s cozy.

Pan to Hyde.

HYDE: Kelso, “cozy” is sharing a bed, or a couch, or the back seat of a Lincoln. Dragging a chick along under false pretenses is no way to get cozy anywhere. If you want to get down and dirty in a place that’s down and dirty, you’ve gotta be up-front about it.

Pan to Kelso.

KELSO: You’re just not thinking about what you can do when you throw a cot over the ice hole and...wait. Jackie drives her dad’s Lincoln...

Pan to Hyde.

HYDE: Yeah, well, that’s just...whatever. Look, Kelso - why do you even wanna do this, man? You’re still with Laurie, and Jackie’s moving on. Seeing other people. And some of them are pretty cool. Can’t you just give her a break?

Pan to Kelso.

KELSO: Man, it’s just not the same with Laurie. I mean, I know Jackie. I understand Jackie. I care about Jackie. And...and why do you care so much about Jackie?

The circle is broken. Hyde and Kelso stare at each other from opposite ends of the back of the van.

HYDE: What? That’s crazy, man! Who said I cared about Jackie?

KELSO: Yeah, you totally care! You let her take you to the mall after we broke up, you went to jail for her, and...and you took her on that date on Veteran’s Day!

HYDE: No I didn’t.

KELSO: You so did! And you’re keeping me in here, when I could be in there doing it!

HYDE: Kelso, Foreman and Donna are in there. The only thing you’re gonna “do” is get your nose rubbed in how much better they are at this than you.

KELSO: Oh, yeah? Well, just what happened on your date? You scam on her?

HYDE: What? No, man! It was nothing!

KELSO: You did it in the back of the Lincoln, didn’t you? Man, you don’t do that with another guy’s girl! That’s where we used to do it!

HYDE: We didn’t do it! And you also don’t trick your ex-girlfriend out to a frozen hell-hole so you can try and win her back while you’re still seeing the skank you cheated on her with. And Jackie’s not your girl anymore!

KELSO: Well, is she yours?

HYDE: She’s nobody’s! She said it herself at the end of the date, the kiss meant nothing!

KELSO: (gasps) Kiss? You’re dead, Hyde!

Kelso launches himself across the van at Hyde, and the two begin wrestling.

CUT TO:

INT. ICE SHACK - EVENING

Concurrent with the scene above. The shack is even dirtier-looking on the inside, with various pieces of fishing gear and winter clothing adorning the rough walls. Benches surround three sides of a square hole in the ice. Eric and Donna share the right bench, while Jackie sits on the center one. Eric has a fishing line in the water.

ERIC: Boy, ice fishing’s fun. Don’t you just love it here, Donna?

DONNA: Oh, Eric...it doesn’t matter where we are. It’s being together that makes it fun.

ERIC: You’d rather be anywhere else, wouldn’t you?

DONNA: Literally anywhere. You know me so well.

ERIC: Eskimo kiss!

They start nuzzling noses. Jackie looks on in disgust.

JACKIE: What the hell is with you two today?

Eric drapes an arm around Donna, and they both smile at Jackie.

ERIC: Oh, didn’t Kelso tell you? We’re the...(with Donna) perfect couple.

JACKIE: Yeah - perfectly nauseating!

ERIC: Well, if you don’t like what you see in here, missy, there’s some beautiful scenery and a wind chill near 10 just waiting for you outside.

JACKIE: At least you’re better company than Michael. God, can you believe that idiot? Who picks a small, smelly shack like this for a friends’ weekend? I don’t even think we could fit everyone in here!

ERIC: (flat) Oh, no. How could Kelso make such a terrible mistake?

Jackie pouts and looks at the door.

JACKIE: What’s keeping Steven? I hope he’s not too cold.

ERIC: Oh, a little worried about ‘Steven,’ are we?

Donna swats his chest playfully, and he withdraws his arm from her shoulder.

DONNA: (to Jackie) Jackie, we were saying earlier that it’s a bit strange you didn’t have anything to say after your date with Hyde the other day.

JACKIE: (shrugs) I didn’t think there was anything to say. I mean, at the time, I thought it was the most romantic moment of my life. Steven was jealous, he defended my honor, he took me out...and for a poor person, he can splurge when he wants to, ‘cause we got the good pizza. But when we got to the kiss, there just wasn’t anything there.

ERIC: Wait, so - Hyde can’t french? Well, that is just so good to know.

JACKIE: No, it wasn’t that. It was a hot kiss. I mean, hot. I just didn’t feel any different than I had all day.

DONNA: (beat) Jackie, you spent that whole day obsessed with Hyde.

JACKIE: (beat) Hey. Hey, you’re right, Donna! And Steven - Steven said he didn’t feel anything either, but only after I said I didn’t feel anything. And just now, when I asked him if he was cold, he said it again. But not like he really didn’t feel anything. More like he was upset.

ERIC: Jackie, to be fair, we’re sitting in an ice shack we were told was a cabin, with a trash can just outside that’s going to be our toilet and bath for the whole weekend. ‘Upset’ covers pretty much everyone right now.

JACKIE: Oh my God. What if Steven did feel something? And he just covered it up because he’s vulnerable and afraid and thinks no one would ever love him with those awful sideburns? And what if the reason I didn’t feel anything during the kiss is because I was already feeling all my love for Steven the whole day up to that point?

She rises and starts for the door, but Donna reaches out to take her sleeve. Jackie sits back down.

DONNA: OK, Jackie, slow down. Ever since you and Kelso broke up, you’ve been all over the place with guys, but the last few days, you haven’t worried about that at all. And I think that’s good for you.

JACKIE: But Donna, I have to talk to Steven. What if -

DONNA: You can talk to him, Jackie. I’m just saying that everyone needs some time alone. You can get to know yourself and get more comfortable with who you are.

ERIC: Yeah, Jackie. At least until you find your... (puts his arm back around Donna) ...perfect couple.

DONNA: (laughs) Yeah. (beat) And, you know. After that, too. Sometimes.

ERIC: What do you mean?

DONNA: Well, Eric, I love you, but I need some time for me too.

ERIC: Yeah, but that’s not what you’re talking about. You’re talking about time to yourself as in, not being with anyone. Are you saying you’d want a break from...from us?

DONNA: Eric, it’s not a big deal. I mean, you need some time to yourself too. It’s not like we go everywhere together. We don’t go to the bathroom together.

ERIC: (voice breaking) Well, we’ll have to up here! We don’t have a choice!

Before they can continue arguing, a loud crack sounds from outside the shack, and Kelso and Eric’s yelps can be heard. Eric, Donna, and Jackie hurry to the door.

CUT TO:

EXT. ICE SHACK - EVENING

The door to the shack opens, and Eric, Donna, and Jackie spill out just as Hyde and Kelso leap out of the back of the van. Hyde’s sunglasses are crooked and he holds his right hand in his left. Kelso has his right hand over his right eye. The cracking sound continues.

ERIC: You guys, what happened?

KELSO: I don’t know. All of a sudden, the van just started shaking!

HYDE: ‘All of a sudden?’ You jumped me, you tool!

DONNA: Uh...guys?

Everyone turns to watch as Kelso’s van slowly sinks into the ice. Kelso looks horrified, while the others seem torn between anger and schadenfreude. Kelso whips his belt off.

KELSO: Quick, everyone give me your belts. Together, we can pull it out!

A splash of water shoots up as the van begins sinking quicker. Everyone takes a step back. Kelso looks around pleadingly, but no one else moves to take their belts off. The van disappears beneath the water.

HYDE: Man, this master plan just keeps getting better and better. For me.

JACKIE: (to Kelso) Michael, what ‘master plan?’

KELSO: Who cares, Jackie? I’m losing my van!

Jackie pouts at Kelso as he stares at the hole where his van used to be. Hyde rubs his right hand, and Eric and Donna glare at each other.

FADE TO BLACK

COMMERCIAL

BUMPER

INT. ICE SHACK - NIGHT

Later that night. Donna sits on the right bench alone, while Jackie and Hyde share the left bench. Donna has her arms crossed, and Jackie watches while Hyde holds a cold beer can to the knuckles of his right hand.

Someone bangs on the door.

KELSO (v.o.): OK guys, I’m getting really tired of being kicked out of my shack!

No one even looks up.

ERIC (v.o.): Donna? Honey? I think this is enough alone time for one night, OK?

DONNA: (stands) Can it, you dillholes!

She sits back down. Jackie takes the beer can from Hyde.

JACKIE: Here, let me help you.

She holds it to his knuckles.

HYDE: Don’t hang on to it too long. I need it cold when I pop it open to drink.

Jackie rolls her eyes and looks around the shack.

JACKIE: God, how could Michael think this would win me back? After all the crap he did, he’d have to take me to Aspen before I’d even consider letting him touch me again.

HYDE: You mean you’d consider it at all?

JACKIE: (beat) No. Why, do you care?

HYDE: (beat) Whatever.

They look away from each other. Another knock comes to the door.

ERIC (v.o.): OK, we’re gonna go for help, but just so you know - Kelso’s already talking about sharing warmth, and I don’t know how long this walk is, so you just think about that during your alone time, missy!

Donna, Jackie, and Hyde all share looks of disgust.

CUT TO:

INT. FOREMAN LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Kitty paces behind the couch nervously, while RED sits in his chair reading the paper. Laurie enters from the stairs.

LAURIE: Alright, I’m here. Let’s get this over with.

She throws herself down on the couch.

KITTY: Good evening to you too. Honey, we feel that you need some direction in your life.

RED: (not looking up) And by we, she means her.

Kitty scowls at Red before turning back to Laurie.

KITTY: Laurie, you have no future ahead of you, and you have nothing in your life right now. Just look at how you spent today. You sat around, watched TV, and drank all your father’s beer.

RED: (looks up) And in the future, always save one beer for Daddy.

LAURIE: (to Kitty) Look, will you get off my back? I have a plan for my future, alright? Find a guy who’s loaded and get married.

KITTY: You? Married? I think you left out the part about the unexpected pregnancy and the quickie divorce for your fiancee!

RED: See, Kitty? She has it all worked out. She’ll find someone who’s rich, and nice, and...not Kelso. Someone who can take care of her.

LAURIE: Exactly! (beat) But - Daddy, I could have a career of my own if I wanted, right?

RED: (beat) Well, sure. I just don’t want you to set yourself up for...like what happened at the college. If you set the bar too high, the fall might be...you’re just so pretty!

KITTY: Oh, I give up.

She storms upstairs. Red stands.

RED: Kitty, wait! (to Laurie) Here’s five dollars.

He slips her a five and runs after his wife. Laurie stares at the money and sighs.

The doorbell rings. Laurie stands and crosses to the door. She opens it to reveal Fez, his face and hair a sticky pink mess of bubble gum.

LAURIE: What the hell happened to you?

FEZ: Please don’t laugh. They all laughed. The audience, the usher, the ticket boy...even the Oompa-Loompas seemed to mock me with their doompaty-doo-doo.

Laurie bites her finger to keep back a laugh.

FEZ (cont’d): I cannot get the sticky out! Please, help me?

LAURIE: (shrugs) Well, at least someone’s day sucks worse than mine. Get in here.

She takes Fez by the shoulder and pulls him inside. She struggles to get her hand free; once she does, she lightly pokes him in the back with one finger to guide him into the kitchen.

CUT TO:

INT. ICE SHACK - NIGHT

Donna stands and looks out the window. Hyde and Jackie still share the left bench. Hyde is now drinking his beer, while Jackie holds his right hand and examines his knuckles.

JACKIE: What I don’t understand, Steven, is why you’d even come on this stupid trip if you didn’t care about what Michael was up to.

HYDE: Have you been sleeping this whole time? Gilligan does better with plans than Kelso. I’m getting prime-time entertainment here - with beer.

He holds up his can and takes a sip.

JACKIE: Then why did you keep Michael outside instead of watching him try something with me? And (holds up Hyde’s hand) what were you two fighting about in the van?

HYDE: (beat) Uh...boy, Foreman’s sure been gone a long time, huh, Donna?

DONNA: Yeah. I hope he’s OK. (turns to face the others) But what did he have to get so worked up for? I’m with him. I love him. Why can’t he see that ‘time alone’ for me doesn’t mean ‘time broken up from him?’

HYDE: Come on, Donna. If it surprises you that Foreman’s a spaz at this point, you haven’t been paying attention. I mean, the guy’s got no self-esteem. He’s still floored you’re even with him. Yeah, he was a little insecure, but you didn’t need to leave him out there with Kelso. I don’t know what that guy meant by sharing warmth, but whatever it is, Foreman’s not gonna like it.

DONNA: (laughs) OK, maybe that was a little much. (looks back to window) I wish they’d get back soon.

JACKIE: (to Hyde) And what about your insecurities, Steven? Did you or did you not feel something after our date on Veteran’s Day?

HYDE: (beat) Does it matter? You didn’t feel anything.

JACKIE: Well...

HYDE: Wait. You did feel something?

JACKIE: (beat) I thought I didn’t. But now, I think maybe I did. Ugh, I don’t know!

HYDE: Well...(beat) I did. And I do.

Jackie’s left hand goes over her heart. Donna looks back over to them, grinning.

DONNA: Aww...

HYDE (cont’d): (to Donna) Get bent! (to Jackie) So, what happens now?

Jackie closes both her hands around Hyde’s right.

JACKIE: I think Donna was right that I need some time for myself. But, when that’s over, I want to give us another chance. So, Steven - will you wait for me?

HYDE: So, you use me as a shoulder to cry on over Kelso, stalk me for weeks, send me to jail, and when we finally go on a date and I tell you I felt something, you expect me to wait around while you take time to sort things out? (beat) God help me, I’ll do it.

Jackie beams and throws her arms around Hyde’s neck. He struggles to keep a straight face as he pats her back. Donna happily looks on.

CUT TO:

INT. FOREMAN LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Red leads Kitty back down the stairs.

RED: Now, try not to worry so much. Laurie’s just a child, after all.

KITTY: She was a child ten years ago, Red. She is a woman, and that woman is going to end up with a beer gut and gout!

Red sighs. He takes Kitty over to the couch, and they both sit down.

Laurie bursts in from the kitchen.

LAURIE: (to Kitty) OK, look. The reason I haven’t done anything with my life is because I didn’t know what I wanted to do.

KITTY: Well, sweetie, the post office has a dental plan that’s -

LAURIE: Shhh! But earlier tonight, something happened that made me realize that I’ve found my passion. Hair!

KITTY: (beat) The musical?

LAURIE: No! (she tugs on her hair) Hair! Look!

She steps to the right of the kitchen door and holds out her hands in presentation. Fez steps out, with a short, closely-cropped hairstyle. All trace of gum is gone. He stands with his hands on his hips and a very satisfied expression.

LAURIE (cont’d): Fez had a little accident, and I fixed it! And when I thought about it, I could see that this is where all my talents were! Mom, Daddy - I’m going to beauty school!

KITTY: This isn’t something you do through the mail, is it?

LAURIE: No. It’s a real school!

KITTY: Oh. Well...yay!

She starts applauding.

RED: Congratulations, sweetheart!

LAURIE: Thanks, Daddy! (to Fez) Come on, Fez. Let me practice a manicure on you, and I’ll introduce you to my easy friend Susanne.

Fez grins, and he lets Laurie usher him back into the kitchen.

RED: So, Kitty, what do you think?

KITTY: Eh.

RED: Yeah.

He turns on the TV, and they settle down on the couch.

CUT TO:

INT. ICE SHACK - NIGHT

Everyone is still in their same places. A knock sounds at the door. Donna hurries to unlock it. Eric is waiting outside, his cheeks and nose red with the cold.

DONNA: Oh my God. Are you alright?

ERIC: Oh, yeah. Three mile walk to the nearest rest stop, three miles back, snow, wind chill, no big deal.

Donna cups his head in her hands and kisses him.

DONNA (cont’d): Eric, I’m sorry.

ERIC: (beat) Me too. (gestures over his shoulder) One of the truckers offered us a ride. He’s waiting outside.

DONNA: My hero.

ERIC: Perfect couple?

DONNA: Of course!

They share another Eskimo kiss, gather up their things, and head outside. Jackie and Hyde stand. As Jackie collects her bag, Hyde takes his jacket off and puts it around her. She looks at him.

HYDE: (shrugs) You looked kind of cold.

JACKIE: Thank you.

She briefly places a hand on his cheek. They get their things and head outside.

CUT TO:

EXT. ICE SHACK - NIGHT

Kelso is standing right by the doorway of the shack as Hyde and Jackie leave. He notices Hyde’s coat around Jackie, and that the two are walking closely together and smiling at one another. He gasps in shock.

FADE TO BLACK

CREDITS

INT. FOREMAN BASEMENT - NIGHT

Fez, in his new haircut with Eric’s bathrobe over his clothes and Red’s hat in his hands, dances around the basement while “I’VE GOT A GOLDEN TICKET” plays on the record player. He uses a pool cue as a cane.

END.

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creativeashproductions · 8 years ago

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Heat of the Moment [Part 1]

Prompts #20: “Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anybody” and #26: “Wait, where are my clothes?” #28: I wasn’t listening, I was undressing you with my eyes...?” and #5: “Damn you are a kinky motherfucker...I like it.”

Author(s): Caitsy and Ash

Warnings: Swearing, use of sexual words, Nat being sexy, Stucky,

Disclaimer: We do not own marvel or any characters. We also do know any gifs, images, jokes or songs that appear in this prompt.

Summary: Things get heated when Peter Parkers older sister comes for a visit when Peter’s never talked about her. Things get heated between reader and Scott. Bucky and Steve land themselves in an uncomfortable situation with each other. What really went on that night?

Requested: Yes. Anonymous

A/N: This is the first time Ash and I have co-authored something because we were stumped individually on how to take this so we did role-play lol. Enjoy.

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Give is how we co-authored this shit out of this.

You weren’t that well known to the Avengers mainly because you were the older sister of a bug. Peter Parker was your little brother but he refused to let you anywhere the superheroes at the beginning because he saw you as the cool sibling. Actually Peter finally relented on not telling the Avengers about you so here he was was shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

“I have a secret.” Peter said drawing in a deep breath. Everyone dropped what they were doing to watch the bug boy talk.

“Did you murder your brothers Spider-boy?” Sam questioned leaning back into the couch.

“No that’s to be expected, I think Spidey is hiding something way more intriguing. I bet he’s secretly plotting to unleash a world of spiders. Maybe even a spider Godzilla.” Scott said. Everyone just looked at him wondering how this genius had a degree in electrical engineering.

“As cool as that sounds that’s not what I’ve come to confess.” Peter took in an even deeper breath. He went to speak only to be interrupted by a voice coming from the back.

“You still haven’t told them about me, have you punk?”

“Hey! That’s my nickname for Steve!” Bucky exclaimed not expecting it.

Peter face palmed as his older sister, as per usual, barged in when he was trying to do his thing. Everyone looking at the newcomer had a hard time grasping his Peter knew someone like this woman.

“How did you get into my building?” Tony questioned climbing to his feet in worry.

“Better yet how did the bug get her in his life?” Sam joked looking at the newcomer with a grin.

“Y/N Parker at your service.” You smirked taking a seat in the open chair crossing your legs, “By the way Tony, you’re technology isn’t all that strong against someone like me.”

Tony muttered pulled out his tablet with a glare towards the woman as he tried see just how she had gotten in without an alarm going off. Finding nothing he sat back down and emotionally isolated himself.

“Excuse me. I have to go reprogram and strengthen my security.” Tony huffed storming towards the elevator.

“Everyone, this is my sister.” Peter said reluctantly but with a bit of pride in his voice. He walked over and leaned down grabbing her around the neck. He whispered something in her ear making her laugh.

“Wait, just wait a minute.” Scott threw up his fingers not sure if he actually believed what was going on. He was secretly waiting for Ashton Kutcher to show up and let him know he was Punk’d.

“She’s your sister? I mean … you’re a bug. She’s hot. How does that work? You’re adopted aren’t you?” Scott moved his finger accusingly between the two of us. Peter and I just sat kind of dumbfounded before shaking our heads and laughing.

“We came from the same womb and parents.” You chuckled, “You blind there or does your mind stay the same small size?”

“Oh you have jokes, funny. Your jokes are as bad as his, you guys are definitely related.” Scott just shot you a wink and a sly smile. This guy was going to be trouble.

“My ‘bad’ jokes are better than your flirty words.” You rolled your eyes stretching your legs out, “I mean are you compensating your small dick or something?”

Scott seemed a bit taken back unsure of how to respond you. He’d never met someone so..feisty. If he was being honest, he rather liked it. “I don’t have to compensate for anything, my dick is quite the prize. Maybe you’ll find out at some point.”

“Um. No. I prefer men with...well not someone like you.” You chuckled as Peter made a sound is disgust.

“My sister’s practically a nun thank you very much.” Peter sniffled crossing his arms.

“Oh baby brother. Don’t you remember my boyfriend? We closed the door and we sure as hell weren’t play board games nor having a tea party.” You laughed as Peter gagged and shook his head.

“Oh (Y/N), you’re just full of surprises. Aren’t you?” Scott said in a coy tone. I could feel him looking me over and I knew ideas were just rolling around in his head. This weekend was going to be an interesting one to say the least.

“Well you know since you are new here and we barely know you. I think we should change that. A few drinks and a welcome to the tower party are in order.” Scott noted.

Steve groaned along with Bucky because they both knew that they would have to babysit drunk Avengers once more. Last time they played a drinking game Steve almost lost an eye when Scott decided to try Clint’s bow and arrow.

“Maybe we shouldn’t.” Steve calmly said, “Remember last time? Scott you-”

“Oh what did the little nuisance do?” You pouted, “Ants are such strange and unneeded creatures.”

“Strange, yes but unneeded … that’s a big no.” Scott said walking closer to where I was sitting. “And for the record, let’s just say tequila and archery don’t mix.” Scott said as he mock wiped the conversation over with his hands.

“Besides, who says bug boy’s sister could even keep up with us?” Scott scoffed. “She’s probably one drink and done.”

“Oh jesus.” Peter groaned collapsing onto the ground beside the chair, “Can we not talk about my sister’s life?”

“You’re just sad that you’re a lightweight.” You shot back at your brother before turning towards Scott again, “You’re looking at the current record holding in drinking games. I’m so legendary at college that Peter’s child friends know all about me.”

“It’s true! She drank so much she almost had alcohol poisoning.”

“If drinking was a career I would be fucking rich and the best. I can drink the strongest vodka straight vodka only.”

“Do they know all about you for your drinking or because of the tea parties you like to throw behind closed doors?” Scott said narrowing his eyes at me and running his eyes over me. Oh, that cocky bastard.

“You did not just accuse my sister of being a whore!” Peter shouted almost in rage and turning red.

Steve and Bucky grabbed the seething young Parker holding him tightly as to ensure the oddly strong boy from swinging. The team shifted uncomfortably at the entire time Y/N and Scott were bantering.

“Holy shit the sexual tension has grown.” Tony said as he made his reappearance, “FRIDAY informed me the words ‘drinking games’ was used at some point.”

“Of course alcohol would bring you back.” Bucky said rolling his eyes.

“Feels like a frat party with the sexual tension. Impressive given it’s only two people.”

“I need alcohol.” You moaned before opening your backpack to pull out a bottle of vodka. Everyone in the room froze at the sight before you looked down at it, “I was taking it to a girls night but I’m going to need it here.”

“Oh god, my sister is an alcoholic.” Peter muttered under his breath while shaking his head.

“I’ll grab the glasses and three more bottles.” Tony said whisking away to the bar that sat in the back of the room. You saw Steve and Bucky share knowing glances “we’re in for a long night.”

“Did that Thor guy leave any of that strong alcohol from wherever he comes from?” You asked getting looks from everyone. Peter had to take another glance at you in slight shock.

“How the hell?” Peter, “You drink alcohol like water. Holy fuck”

“Like a wise man once said, ‘that’s my secret, I’m always mad’”

“Wait you’re drunk all the time?” Steve exclaimed.

“No. I just like the quote.” You laughed, “I’m tipsy like forty percent of the time.”

“So you are an alcoholic. This explains a lot of things actually. “ Peter said kind of just shrugging it off.

“Alright children. Now we know everyone here is either a drunk, a pansy or just a weirdo we can get down to the important stuff. What game are we playing?” Tony asked coming settle back between all of us.

Scott’s hand shot up. “Really Scott, none of us are in pre-school” I quipped back.

“Ok alkie, I say we play something that’s a little unconventional and a little old school. For all the old people in our presence. Cap and Bucky I’m referring to you.” Scott said as he flashed a pointer finger their way, “Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anybody”

“So did that hot guy leave his magic drink here?” You questioned tilting your head, “I want to see a tipsy Stucky.”

“Stucky?” Majority of the room questioned while Tony held up the bottle of Asgardian liquor. You gestured over to Bucky and Steve. They awkwardly looked at each other with disgust before shuffling away.

“Why do you look disgusted punk?!” Bucky exclaimed looking quite offended at his best friend, “I’d be the best lay you ever had, everybody wants a piece of me. I can do wonders with my-”

Most of the room wrinkled their noses and quickly shook their heads make Bucky even more offended.

“I wouldn’t mind a piece.” You said taking a swing of your vodka while bringing your eyes over the supersoldier slowly, “Actually a Stucky threesome...mhm.”’

“JESUS CHRIST!” Peter screamed.

“Damn, you are a kinky motherfucker...I like it” Scott said giving me a thumbs up while looking over at Cap and Bucky. “Actually that would be pretty interesting to see. Could I take photos? I think Tumblr would have a field day?” Scott asked pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“I feel objectified.” Steve trailed off looking towards an equally awkward Bucky, “Bucky and I would never have a threesome.”

“No.” You sighed, “You two like the world thinking you’re clean missionary boys. I see the truth. You two are dirty freaks in the sheets. With each other.”

“OMG! Y/N SHUT-UP! I CAN’T...JUST...WHO ARE YOU EVEN?” Peter asked completely mortified. I should feel bad turning his childhood hero into some raunchy soccer mom’s fantasy, but I didn’t feel bad. I rather enjoyed it.

“Who wouldn’t want to see that? Two super soldiers having kinky super sex. That’s porn gold. I agree with (Y/N). There are hidden secrets there. Which means we are playing truth or dare, no objections.” Scott pronounced as if a lightbulb went off. It seemed like a grand idea. Peter was red in the face, Stucky was mortified but not completely objecting.

“Y/N I’m going to need that alcohol.” Peter groaned reaching towards the bottle. You literally hissed pulling it closer to you.

“Get your own bottle.” You glared taking a another swig of it, “Did you think I was going to share with my friends?”

“Oh have pity on the poor kid, I think you’ve emotionally scarred him.” Tony said passing a bottle of vodka and a glass to Peter. Peter grabbed the bottle silently thanking Tony. As he poured himself a glass he looked back over at you. You silently mouthed the words “I will kill you.” You made a mental note to slap Tony later.

“So now the question is who wants to go first?” I asked in a sauntering tone looking over at Steve and Bucky. Silently begging them to go first.

Steve facepalmed not wanting a minor drinking but if he was Peter he wouldn’t already drunk by chugging a bottle. He looked over to Bucky as his eyes slowly up up and down Bucky’s body. Feeling a gaze Bucky glanced over making both the men awkwardly shift and look away.

“Stop it.” Bucky grunted glaring away. Steve nodded before gluing his eyes at the group. He didn’t even look when he felt Bucky’s eyes give him the once over.

“Seeing as you’re the guest and a female, it’s only appropriate if you go first.” Steve said trying to remain calm, cool and collected. You could see him trying to keep his eyes focused on anything and everything. You were taking mental notes of the glares and once overs Bucky kept passing his way.

“Alright we’re going to play it the way my friends and I do.” You announced as everything sat on chair in a circle, “We mash it up with Never Have I Ever-”

“What’s that?” Steve asked.

“Let me explain.” You glared over at him, “What you do is when a player decides truth...everyone else takes a drink if they’ve done that the player is asked.”

“Oooh I like this.” Tony approved.

“If Peter said truth and I asked him if he’s ever pissed himself all the others players who have will take a drink.”

“I get it.” Steve nodded understanding.

“Nat the every quiet spy...truth or dare…” You smirked.

“Truth.” She cooly answered.

“What’s the longest you’ve ever given head.” You said, “Was it less than ten minutes.”

“A minute longer. He was average.”

You picked up your drink and took a swig causing Peter to shudder and nearly take a swig but he didn’t want to accused of doing...that. He was straight. You were surprised when Scott took a swig.

‘What?” Scott asked, “It was college! It was a dare that gave me a thousand dollars. I needed it!”

You just shot a smirk Scott’s way as you leaned back in the chair. He had peaked your curiosity. You felt Peter’s eyes shift to you as he shook his head. He waited for the next person to speak before taking a huge swig of his drink.

“Ok, Peter ...the innocent and golden boy, Peter Parker.” Nat smirked and you could see a devious glint cover her face. You saw Peter turned red and you just prepared yourself to take a big enough swig to get past whatever was about to come out of your younger brother’s mouth, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Peter practically squeaked out.

“Have you ever thought about being a stripper?” Nat questioned leaning back against the couch.

“NO!” Peter shouted. You took a swig of your drink along with Wanda.

“What?!” Steve exclaimed staring at Wanda. You could tell that he saw her as a daughter by the parental tone of voice, “Wanda!?”

“Times were hard for my brother and I!” Wanda defended herself.

You pursed your lips understanding exactly why she had to do it following the death of her parents and just before she volunteered to that HYDRA thing.

“I actually did it a couple times.” You shrugged, “It was the month that Uncle Ben died and it hit Aunt Mae hard that we almost lost the electricity. So until she got back on her feet she thought I got a waitressing job.”

“That’s why you came home in sparkles.” Peter nodded to himself. He set his sights on Sam, “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare. Bring it it bug.” Sam glared at him.

“Stand outside naked for three minutes.” Peter announced.

“WEEEAKK.” Scott shouted along with Sam and Bucky. Sam stripped before strutting out the balcony wiggling until he was leaning against the wall beside the door.

You didn’t happen to miss the way Steve and Bucky both watched Sam strip and walk out. Then turn back to each other and quickly divert their gaze.

“Scott, truth or dare?” Tony asked holding up his glass of scotch and taking a huge swig. Scott looked at you giving you a once over before turning to back to Tony. He stood up taking a deep breath before taking a long swig.

“Truth. You metal man. Hit me!” He exclaimed, he made it no secret that the liquor was starting to hit him. You just giggled watching the antics.

“When you first had sex, did you suffer from premature ejaculation?” Tony just sat there as if his question was every bit normal. Everyone looked at Scott. There was a unanimous yes that filled the room and you noticed Tony, Steve and Bucky all taking a swig of their drink.

“For the record, No I didn’t. That has never been an issue. But nice to know all the big men in the room have to compensate.” He scoffed and just mumbled something under his breath.

“Y/N...truth or dare sweetcheeks?” Scott smirked looking over at you. You chuckled before leaning forward.

“Dare...bitch.” You laughed returning his smirk.

“Kiss someone of the same sex.” Scott grinned. You shrugged before looking towards Nat.

“You single?” Nat hummed in response, “Wanna make out like teens?”

Nat laughed before coming over to you swaying her hips as she walked over. She leaned down placing her hands on either side of the back of your chair and whispered in your ear. You could feel her lips running over the shell of your ear, down your earlobe and softly but barely across your jaw. She pressed her body a little bit closer to yours before straddling herself on top of you. You took her hands and pressed her face closer to yours. “Let’s give em a show” you whispered and she happily nodded, “Peter go to the kitchen for a minute, we both don’t want to have this happen with you in the room.”

Nat ran her fist in your hair while you kissed with furiosity. You let a small kiss escape your lips as you battled for dominance and Nat took that moment to slide her tongue inside. Both of you exploring and devouring each other. You could feel her hands sliding down your chest and above the hem of your pants. You moved your lips to her neck biting, teasing, sucking while your hands made their way to her chest. You felt Nat starting to grind against you. She let out a soft moan and you gave her neck one last bite before capturing her lips once last time.

Pulling back you saw the shocked expressions on everyone along with all the men besides Tony looking mighty tighter in some areas. You straightened your shirt as Peter walked back into the room without looking at you or Nat.

“I had a girlfriend in college.” You waved off the questions, “Bucky...dearest Bucky. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” Bucky said giving you a look.

“I’m not even sorry about this.” You shrugged before fixing your eyes on Steve too, “I dare you to...lick Steve from his neck...past to his navel and just slightly above his the elastic band of his boxers. Make it like you’re seducing him.”

Steve and Bucky looked at each other. You could see both of them tense up and squirm a little bit at the dare. “Guys, we don’t have all night the clock is ticking.” I said teasingly.

“I’ve never been one to shy away from a dare and I damn sure won’t start now.” Bucky said as he stood up. “Trust me pal?” He asked Steve placing out his hand for Steve to grab it.

“Always” Steve said as he started to take off his shirt. “No let me.” Bucky whispered.

Bucky gently placed his hands against Steve’s and pushed it back down to his side as he softly smiled. He snaked his hand down his chest playing with the hem of his shirt as he started to kiss on his neck. “Just enjoy” Bucky whispered in his ear, just a bit loud enough for everyone to hear.

Steve’s eyes closed shut, almost uncomfortably. It took both of the men a minute to let go of the tension. As Bucky started to kiss on Steve’s neck you saw his eyes become less tight. His hands made their way into Bucky’s hair gripping at the chestnut strands. Bucky was biting Steve’s neck just enough to feel a little pressure. He ran his metal arm underneath Steve’s shirt. The cold metal was a nice contrast against Steve’s boiling hot skin. He felt Bucky’s fingers dancing on the waistband of his pants … right above where things were starting to get a bit to tight. Steve and Bucky seemed to forget about everyone in the room as Bucky ripped open Steve’s shirt. He ran his hands over Steve’s chest teasingly over his hardened nipples which made Steve moan slightly.

“Fuck Bucky” Steve moaned out as Bucky started to lick and kiss his way down. He stopped at Steve’s nipples taking a moment to kiss, suck and lick. Steve’s grip on Bucky’s hair tightened and you heard a moan escape the brunette’s lips. Bucky dropped to his knees in front of his best friend and Steve looked down at him through lust blown eyes. Bucky kissed and licked his way down from Steve’s nipples to his navel dipping his tongue inside. He made it a point to trace the outline of each ab...nipping and biting. He made his way to Steve’s pants tugging them down just enough to expose that glorious v-cut and make you wonder how much more he needed to pull down to expose Steve’s cock. Bucky took his mouth and traced the v-cut on each side. He teasingly and softly kissed right above the line of Steve’s pants. He bit it softly, sucking just a tiny bit. He only pulled away when he noticed a purplish-blue mark forming.

“Told I could do wonders” Bucky smirked into Steve’s ear as he stood back up and went to go sit down.

“Sweet jesus fuck.” You choked out shifting in your seat, “Nat they made us look like inexperienced school girls. It was hot as hell, I think I need shower...or a man.”

“I cou-”

“I said man. Not Ant.”

“Man is in my n-”

“Mhm. We’ll see.” You trailed off taking him in before deciding if it could happen, “So is Stucky going to happen?”

“I think it is.” Peter said staring harshly at the wall, “I’m not innocent anymore.”

The night turned into a long drinking game with two bottles of Asgardian liquor was finished by the drunk supersoldier. Clint waved to everyone, nobody was sober enough to notice, as he felt a rather large need to video chat his wife. Everyone was really drunk.

“Scott...t-ruth or daaaree?” You asked not knowing who was left in the room. You could see him staring right at you and not looking like he was going to answer, “Scott are you listening?”

“I wasn’t listening, I was undressing you with my eyes…? See you in my dreams sweetheart.” Scott answered before he passed out on the couch.

That was the last thing you remembered until you woke up in the room surrounded by people but nothing really woke you up until you noticed you were cuddling with Scott and liking it. Suspiciously Steve was absent from the room but Bucky was crashed still on the couch he had take to.

“Wait, where are my clothes?” Sam asked looking down at his chilled naked body.

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terrordave1 · 7 years ago

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I know it’s not exactly the norm, but I’ve decided to take a break from my Bridgewater Triangle series and dive straight into a new one. I really wanted to wrap that one up before the Indianapolis Days of the Dead convention this past weekend but a broken laptop would dictate otherwise. I’ll definitely continue on with the New England stuff at some point but, to be honest, am eager to put that all behind me and move on to something new. There will, however, be one common thread from that series, my friend Jason Schoolcraft!

Jason, as you may recall, was one of the people kind enough to keep me occupied during my stay in Rhode Island and has written reviews for this site before (most recently, The Dark Tapes, which you can check out HERE). Jason has been extremely generous to both of us Daves; sharing movies as well as his infectious enthusiasm for them. In fact, I don’t know anyone who loves and lives film like this guy. He even works part-time at a local theater; not because he needs the money but simply because he loves the atmosphere and being around movies. Jason would prove to be an amazing asset to this whole experience on several levels which I’ll discuss in more detail as we go.

Jason unabashedly praises Ken Foree for his work

Jason’s first foray into Days of the Dead would mark their twentieth show (in four different cities) with Indianapolis appropriately the place where it all began. Their celebration meant something to me as well since I was fortunate to have attended that first event back in 2011. At that time our fledgling site was scarcely a year old and this was the first convention I’d ever tackle without the other Dave. It would be a learning experience to say the least. I remember forgetting my voice recorder and having to use whatever I could find to take notes. I really got creative during their “Scream Queens” panel featuring PJ Soles, Linnea Quigley, Heather Langenkamp, and Mark Patton that took place in the hotel’s lounge. I remember furiously writing every question/response that I could and then, later that night, sitting in my room with a pile of napkins, trying to decipher everything I’d scribbled on them (and YOU can relive the fruits of my labor by clicking HERE).

2011 Days of the Dead “Scream Queens” panel

It was also a humbling experience as I remember carpooling with the local Count and Countess Gregula (Illinois Public Access hosts who had a show years back) who received VIP treatment while I busted my ass all weekend trying to report as much of the event that I could. If you enjoy happy endings, the following Spring Terror from the Daves took home the Rondo Hatton Award for “Best Horror Blog” and the Gregulas would never ask me to join them again.

Just as the Terror Daves grew after that weekend, so would Days of the Dead only much more prolifically and in ways none of us could have imagined at the time. For the next six years it would spread to three more cities: Louisville, my sweet home Chicago, and Los Angeles. Their turnout would grow larger and larger, packing in the fans regardless of the elements (like the infamous show storm during Days of the Dead Chicago 2015). Despite its immensity, it’s still helmed by the same people while retaining its “fans first” way of doing business. They also have no trouble bringing fans what they want to see.

One of my favorite Days of the Dead events was in Indianapolis 2013 when they had a reunion from one of my all-time favorite movies, John Carpenter’s THE THING. I covered that event with my buddy, Russ Wrangler, and it was one of the most amazing Terror Dave experiences I’ve ever had!

With Thomas G. Waites a.k.a. “Windows!”

This year would see another reunion of sorts, this time for George Romero’s Dawn of the Dead. This is one of Jason’s all-time favorite movies so, as a special thanks to our friend, David paid for him to have a photo op with his idol, George Romero, while I bought him the Dawn of the Dead group picture which was slated to include Ken Foree, Gaylen Ross, Scott Reiniger, and David Emge. Unfortunately, Romero’s poor health would prevent his appearance so David agreed to apply his contribution to the pricier group shot. You’d think getting someone to accept this gift wouldn’t be an issue but it was for Jason who hates receiving attention or having people show appreciation to him of any kind. That man fought it tooth and nail until I finally won the battle in a text exchange where I was forced to use reverse psychology…

Jason: This is totally unnecessary. No. I share movies because I love doing that, no thanks is needed.

Dave F: Do you think you’re the only one who gets to do nice things for people? What are you trying to do, hurt mine and David’s feelings?

Jason: Wait? What??

Jason: What do feelings have to do with any of this???

Jason: Okay…fine!

Jason: thank you…

And so my son, Luke, and I picked him up from Chicago’s Midway Airport last Friday morning!

After a pit stop at my Brookfield Zoo, we began our drive to Indianapolis which would prove to be something of an odyssey. Thanks to two big car accidents and intermittent storms, getting to Indy was like walking through mud! The worst of the rain happened during the last leg of our journey and reminded me of that scene in SKULL ISLAND where they had to pass through a tempest before reaching the island. I swear, as soon as we entered Indianapolis city limits, the skies immediately cleared up and traffic improved! The original plan was to check into our hotel at 3pm but it ended up being closer to 5! I remember en route getting pissier by the minute while Jason would give me an “every gray cloud has a silver lining” pep talk which, in this situation, could pretty much be taken literally. We quickly checked into the Marriott across the street from the event before rushing over to the Wynham where it was all taking place.

Luke and I had a photo op scheduled with Godzilla (Harou Nakajima) at 7:30pm and Jason wanted to catch a screening of an independent film called Night of the Virgin at 7:30. I figured we had some time to peruse the vendor’s room (or in this case, two rooms and a few hallways) before going back to our room so I could change into my Terror Daves shirt and grab a big Godzilla model I packed along for the photo. That wouldn’t go as planned either but I’ll save that for my Harou Nakajima post.

Before reaching our destination, we took advantage of some of the cool photo ops available free for fans.

Luke (who was strictly here for Godzilla) got a Days of the Dead welcome courtesy of Creepshow’s The Creep who attempted to toss him in a wastebasket!

Finally we reached the vendors and here’s my haul for the weekend…

I make a point to purchase one of Jay Langley’s phenomenal Scare Bears at every Days of the Dead event and this year added a koala to my collection. We featured a story on Jay’s work before and here’s a shot of me new baby…

I also picked up a Deadpool stand-up for the other Dave and an Elvira one for myself courtesy of Kneehigh Horror which also has an Etsy page.

Jason hadn’t been to many horror events before and was blown away by the number of vendors and their creative offerings here. He was particularly enthralled by a set of custom Dawn of the Dead dolls that were selling for $150.00 a piece! Needless to say, he opted to get a photograph with a nearby vampire instead!

Here are some more random shots from the vendor’s room. Click on each image for a closer look but, a word of caution, not all may be suitable for younger folks…

Throughout the weekend, independent films could be screened with many of the filmmakers on hand to promote their work. Their tables were interspersed amongst the vendors and it was shortly after we encountered the first of these that Jason proved what an asset he truly was. He was not only familiar with the Night of Something Strange (the first people we encountered) but went out of his way to tell them everything he appreciated about their work. He was personable, knowledgeable, and not afraid to go right up to people and start a conversation. I just sat there in awe of him. He even supported them further by purchasing a Blu-ray and asking them what their future plans were.

Independent film-making is one area that neither David nor I have given enough attention to. We’ve always been more concerned with the mainstream stuff while Jason has a true appreciation for the art itself. He gives equal time to all, no matter what the budget. Events such as Days of the Dead provide the ideal venue for these talented folks to get their work out to the fans and Jason understood the importance of that. Seeing him in action, along with his child-like enthusiasm for an event his native New England rarely sees (the exception being Rock n’ Shock) was like getting a locker room pep talk from the coach right before a big game. Instead of just focusing only on photo ops and merchandise (though still important for keeping things afloat at conventions) I was determined to reclaim some of the horror magic I’d lost since that first Days of the Dead. Their twentieth show would take me right back to their first.

Coming up…Days of the Dead and “Night of the Virgin!”

Dave Fuentes~

“Days of the Dead” Celebrates its 20th Event! I know it’s not exactly the norm, but I’ve decided to take a break from my Bridgewater Triangle series and dive straight into a new one.

#David Emge #DAYS OF THE DEAD #Gaylen Ross #KEN FOREE #Scott Reiniger

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