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soaringeag1e · 1 year ago

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Escape {64}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff....Then a Ton of Angst {Sorry, not sorry}

Words: 2,124

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After making a breakthrough with the security footage at the convenience store, Styles and Dean followed a few leads. With some luck on their side, they were able to pin who the suspect was that attacked the clerk and took his life. They were even able to get an address and to both of their surprise, their man was home. Within just a few hours of finding the body they had their suspect in cuffs. That chalked up to a good day.

“Great work, Styles.”

“Same goes for you, boss.” The two men share a smile as they descend the stairs outside the precinct. “Tell Y/N I said hi.”

“Will do.” After giving him a nod, Dean pats his friend on the shoulder and then they split, both heading for their cars at different ends of the parking lot.

As Dean makes his way towards the car, he pulls out his phone and clicks on one of the most recent contacts before bringing the device up to his ear. When he makes it to his door, Eddie is driving by, already on his way out of the parking lot, so Dean sends him a wave and that’s when the ringing ends.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey! How was dress shopping?”

“Good. How was your thing?” Dean smirks as he slips into his car.

“Really good actually. I’ll tell you about it later.”

“Okay.”

“But first…did you find a dress?” The silence makes him a little nervous. He begins to think that maybe it turned out to be harder than you expected and that you were disappointed with the entire thing.

“Maybe…” you tease, getting him to light up in the drivers seat.

“Man…you have no idea how bad I want to see you in it.” He tries so hard to picture you in a wedding dress, but he’s sure that whatever his mind is coming up with is nothing compared to what you really look like. That’s what Sam had told him anyway.

“You still have a few months there, cowboy.” you giggle over the phone, getting Dean to smile even bigger. “Are you coming home?”

“Uh…yeah. Just got in the car. But I wanted to see what you wanted for dinner. I figured I could pick up something on the way home.”

“Hmm.” You hum quietly, clearly thinking about what you might want to eat. “How about Chinese?” The way you ask him makes him chuckle. The cute innocence always got him to adore you more.

“You got it, babe.” With that, he turns over the ignition and the car rumbles to life. “Do you need me to grab anything else on the way?”

“Nope. Just need you and food.”

“I love how you put me before the food.”

“It was a close one, but you just barely edged it out.”

“Is that so?” he laughs as he pulls out of his spot and heads for the main road.

“Yep. I’ve been missing you longer than food. But, if you take too long and my stomach starts to eat itself you may be bumped out of the running.”

“Then I better hurry then, huh?” The sound of your laughter makes him feel like he’s already home. Between the score with the case and the fact that he’s heading home to you, he felt like today couldn’t get any better. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” Dean focuses on the road but stays silent for a minute and just admires the sound of your voice, replaying what you just said over in his head like one of his favorite songs.

“Alright, I’ll let you go. I’m going to grab food and I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“Okay. Love you.”

“Love you.”

The chatter down the hall had died down telling Bobby that it was getting later. The night crew at the precinct were starting their shifts and the morning crew had either already left or like him were on their way out the door. He was just taking a few more minutes to file a couple reports and clean up his desk a bit, because he knew that if he didn’t take the time now he would have to deal with it in the morning.

Just as his computer was shutting down for the night, he grabbed his keys from inside the top drawer and stood from his chair, pulling his jacket off the back of it.

“Captain?”

“What is it?” Bobby gave a little attitude because this always seemed to happen. Right as he was heading out for the day he always seemed to get stopped for something.

“There’s someone here that’s asked to see you and Detective Styles.” Huffing as he slides his jacket on, Bobby then glares at the officer at his door.

“Sampson, I’m on my way out the door, can’t this wait?”

“Well…I don’t know.” As the officer seemed conflicted, Bobby decides to give the newbie a break. But just this once.

“Who is it?”

“He said his name is Robert Thare.” And that’s when Bobby was grateful he cooled his head. The name instantly clicked and he couldn’t have reacted faster.

“Let him in.” Thankfully Sampson was quick to show Mr.Thare into the office. The tall man peeks his head in before stepping through the threshold and nodding to the officer before he walks away.

“Hi, Mr. Singer. I’m sorry it’s so late. I almost waited until tomorrow, but…”

“That’s alright.” Bobby grins, stepping around his desk. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, I uh…I found that tape I was looking for. You know, the one that shows Norman coming home and then his friend showing up?” As he tells Bobby, he hands the tape over to him and Bobby treats the VHS as if it’s a precious diamond.

“So….this has that footage on it? You’re sure?”

“Yes. I um…I forgot that I had some stuff put away in a storage unit in town and when I found more tapes I went through them.” he says, looking from the tape to the captain, an uneasiness taking over his expressions. “I uh…I can’t believe that I didn’t turn it in sooner, honestly. After watching it again…I don’t know why I didn’t find it suspicious earlier. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. When you’re not used to spotting those types of things, it’s harder to believe when you see it for yourself.” Mr. Thare nods faintly, looking a little sick.

“Well I uh…I found the footage and then rewound it for you, so you should just be able to pop it in and play it.”

“Thank you.” Bobby tells him sincerely. “You don’t know how much we appreciate this. I’m glad you caught me before I left.”

“Me too.” Mr. Thare says after a few nods. “I um, I don’t know if I’ll be of any help, but if you need anything else….let me know.”

“We will. But I think this might be the extent of it. Hopefully we don’t have to bother you anymore.” The two share a nice chuckle and then Bobby shows the man to the door. He is deeply appreciative of what that man has done for them, but once he was heading towards the front of the precinct, Bobby couldn’t have moved faster. He rushed over to the TV in his office and popped the tape in the VCR and he couldn’t have hit the play button any quicker either.

It was only a few seconds between him hitting play and when Norman's car pulled into the driveway, but for Bobby those were the longest seconds ever, and even then, that’s not what he wanted to see. He knew that Norman was responsible for bringing Cassie back to his house. It was the next car that he was anxiously waiting to see cross the screen.

Then finally, the moment came. The second car whipped up to the house and as the man climbed out of the drivers side, Bobby’s jaw dropped.

Getting food took longer than expected, but now that Dean was finally home he felt himself becoming more relaxed. He couldn’t wait to go inside, share a good meal and tell you about their slam dunk. It’s been a long time since they’ve been able to close a murder case that fast and it seriously made his day.

Hearing the garage door close behind him, he enters the house and goes for the coffee table in the living room to set the bag of Chinese down.

“Babe!? I’m home!” he yells out when he sees you’re not on the main floor anywhere. Figuring you jumped in the shower before he got home, he glances up the stairs before moving towards the front door where he drops off his keys and wallet and then takes off his suit jacket.

“They had some of your favorite egg rolls so I grabbed a couple of them!” He continues talking as he climbs to the second floor. He hopes you’ll hear him coming so he won’t scare you in the process. “I also stopped and grabbed a bottle of wine! Thought that sounded like a good way to celebrate!”

His smile is literally from ear to ear as he enters the bedroom, but sadly it doesn’t stay that way. Because when he does enter the room he’s met with darkness. The bedroom light is off and as he moves further in, it’s clear that the bathroom is vacant as well.

“Y/N?” he turns, his eyes scanning the room as if you’re going to pop out and scare him. But nothing. It’s silent.

“Y/N!?” he calls out as he moves down the hall to your office and he even peeks into the spare bedroom. But again, nothing. There’s no sign of you upstairs.

“Babe!?” Rushing back down the stairs, his heart is now racing from fear. This wasn’t right and the more his mind tried to figure out what was going on, the more scared he got. “Y/N!” he runs into his office, even with nowhere to hide he searches top to bottom. Nothing.

Running back into the other room, he quickly enters the empty kitchen and that’s when bile begins to rise in his throat.

“Y/N?” he calls out weakly, his eyes darting around the house as he leaves the kitchen and enters the dining room. The living room is quiet, only the food sitting there waiting for him. He tries to take a few breaths before he pulls out his phone, but just as he’s about to call you something on the dining room table catches his eye.

His feet slowly take him towards the objects waiting for him. His heart is beating so fast that it feels as if it’s already broken a rib or two. He doesn’t even realize tears have filled his eyes until he stands over the table and a water droplet falls onto the ripped piece of paper in front of him.

Play Me

The words took up the little torn sheet and now shared the space with the tear that had fallen from his eye.

Dean swallows as he picks up the recorder, his recorder, and his thumb shakes as it hovers over the play button. But when it finally pushes it down, he has to fight to keep the contents in his stomach.

Detective

The voice is distorted, as if the atmosphere didn’t already feel like a horror movie.

We both know that I have something precious to you, so listen carefully.

Dean’s jaw locks, his body trembling as he listens to this horrible robotic voice.

If you contact any law enforcement including anyone at that station of yours, she dies. If you reach out to that lawyer brother of yours, she dies. If you do anything other than what I’m telling you to do….well, you don’t need me to go into specific details of what I’ll do to her. So, I hope you’re listening.

Dean screws his eyes shut, his fingernails digging into his palm as his hands clenched into fists. The thought of you in this guy's presence is unbearable. He can’t think straight let alone breathe.

Now, take the phone with you. I’m going to send you an address to where you are going to retrieve a tape. When you get it, I’ll send you another address. Dean glances down at the table, seeing a prepaid phone sitting next to the note.

If you come with any type of backup, wanted or unwanted, I’ll slit her throat. Understand?

I am watching you detective. So if you get any of those brilliant ideas of yours along the way, ask yourself, is it worth her life?

See you soon.

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deanwanddamons · 2 years ago

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Undercover - Prologue

Summary: Homicide Detective Dean Winchester and Agent Y/F/N Y/L/N go undercover to solve a spate of murders.

Universe: Detective AU

Pairing: None yet.

Word Count: 1.8K

Chapter Warnings: Description of nightmares and sleep paralysis. Dark subject matter.

A/N 1: As always thank you to my beta @winchest09, who helped me with the idea for this story. You are my cheerleader, my bestie and my constant support. I love you. A/N 2: As you may or may not know, I haven’t written anything in an absolute age. I have been struggling with writer's block and life has simply got in the way. But…I started this series a long time ago and a few chapters were just sitting in my docs. So I thought I would post this prologue in the hope that you guys enjoy, want to read more and it may give me the inspiration to continue with it. Please let me know what you think - comment and reblog if possible ❤️ Tag list is open if you wish to be added.

Dean had woken with a start. A sheen of sweat covered his body, his limbs tangled in the sheets. His breath came in short gasps as he tried to calm himself down from the recurring nightmare that plagued him.

It wasn’t the first time he has had this particular dream. In fact, it was the third time this week. He could never quite remember the exact details, had even resorted to keeping a notebook and pen by the side of the bed in an attempt to make sense of it, but so far, the pages were still blank. All he knew when he woke was that he was scared. No, not scared.

Petrified.

His body would refuse to move, sleep paralysis pinning him down. He could move his eyes, but that was all. As they flickered around the room, every shadow seemed like a threat, every creak an intruder. A scream would build in his chest, his lips desperate to open to allow the sound to escape, but they remained sealed shut. The fear would build as the shades loomed over him, their darkness and weight pressing down on him like a boulder, the oppressive atmosphere suffocating.

Then the paralysis would break. Finally, the scream would fly from his lungs as his body jerked up, hands fisting the sheets, his knuckles white from his vice-like grip.

As he relaxed, he sank back down into the mattress, chest heaving as tears spilled down his cheeks. His clutch gradually loosened on the covers, releasing the material.

He sat back up and leaned over. With trembling hands, he switched on the bedside lamp. The welcoming glow spilled into the room, the monstrous shadows rushing away, back into the corners to cower there until they decided to taunt him some more. Picking up the glass of water that he always kept on the chest of drawers, he brought it to his parched lips, the liquid rippling on the surface as his hands continued to shake. Taking a large gulp, he swallowed hard, the water slightly tepid, but a welcome relief to his dry mouth.

Placing the glass back down, he scanned the room. As usual, he was alone. He had no one there to soothe him. No one there to wake him before the nightmare took hold. No one there to offer comfort, to reassure him everything was okay and he was only dreaming, which seemed to be getting worse each time. In the dream, he was running through a dark, unfamiliar forest, his heart pounding as if it would burst from his chest. He could hear the sound of something chasing him, but whenever he turned around, there was nothing there.

The feeling of being pursued was terrifying, and it seemed like he was running for hours. Eventually, he would stumble and fall, and when he tried to get up, he found that he couldn't move. It was like his limbs were made of lead, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to get them to work. That was when he would wake up, drenched in sweat and panting for breath.

Dean knew that he had to find a way to stop these dreams. They were taking a toll on his mental and physical health. He had tried everything from meditation to sleeping pills, but nothing seemed to work. He couldn't shake the feeling that this dream was trying to tell him something, and until he figured out what that was, he wouldn't be able to rest easy.

Knowing the answer before he even looked, his eyes landed on the digital clock, the glowing red numbers telling him it was 3.40am. When he awoke from a nightmare, it was always at the same time, and tonight was no different.

He knew sleep would evade him for the rest of the night. His alarm was set for 5am, so even if he did manage to doze back off, he would only get an hour or so. Accepting that he would not be getting any more rest, he swung his legs out of bed, and padded across the room, deciding to take a shower.

As Dean entered the bathroom, he stripped off his t-shirt and boxer shorts that were damp with sweat. Throwing them into the laundry basket, he switched on the shower and waited for the water to heat up, moving to the toilet to empty his bladder as it did. Turning to the sink, he cleaned his teeth and swilled mouthwash around his mouth. The liquid spilled from his mouth into the sink, circling down into the void. The troubled man glanced up and stared at his reflection in the mirror in horror. He looked exhausted. The shadows under his fatigued forest green eyes were dark and large, his pallor pale, causing the smattering of freckles that adorned his usually handsome face to stand out like a child’s dot to dot colouring book. His light brown hair was sticking up in messy angles, flecks of grey obvious in the harsh luminous light coming from the bulb that was too bright for the small dimensions of the room. He sighed and rubbed his face, the stubble there emitting a scratchy sound as he brought his palm down his neck.

Stepping into the warm flow of the shower, Dean leaned against the cool, tiled wall, letting the water cascade down his body. His muscles were aching, as they always did after suffering from sleep paralysis. He supposed it was from clenching them in his sleep, holding them in one position against his will. He kneaded his shoulder, digging his fingers into the skin, trying to release the tension. It helped slightly, but the pain was still there. Squeezing some shampoo into his hand, he massaged it into his hair, his eyes following the stream of suds as they ran into the drain. His mind went blank and he placed the palms of his hands against the wall, allowing the pent-up tears to fall, no longer able to keep them inside. They mingled with the remnants of the shampoo as they slipped down his cheeks.

He wasn’t sure how much longer he could do this. Ever since ‘the incident’ - as he put it to himself - he hadn’t got any more than three or four hours of sleep a night, and it was catching up with him. But Dean couldn’t let it show, couldn’t let anyone else see that he was weak - not in his line of work. He had to deal with it alone, deal with it inwardly, even though it ate him up inside, piece by piece, bit by bit, until there would be nothing left. The only place he could get any kind of reprieve from it was when he was in the shower. That way, not even he could distinguish the water from the tears. He had never been one to show his feelings.

His mother had passed away when he was four. His younger brother, Sam, had only been six months old at the time. A house fire had ripped her away from them. Their father, John Winchester, had struggled to deal with his grief and took a job which required traveling around the country, forcing the broken family to stay in bleak motel rooms all around the US. His father would often work overnight, leaving Dean to practically bring up his sibling alone. Dean had become Sam’s protector, his provider and his best and only friend. The older brother's relationship with John was extremely fractured, their arguments legendary.

When Dean told him he wanted to become a detective, his old man had laughed, telling him that there was no way he would ever be able to, that he would amount to nothing. This made him even more determined, so at nineteen he moved to Lawrence, Kansas and joined the police force. He had become a detective by the time he was twenty-five. Dean was now forty, living in Los Angeles, having had to leave Lawrence after ‘the incident’ and was one of the most senior and respected officers in his precinct. Of course, his career had always come first, and even though he had had a few brief relationships, he had never met ‘the one’. It was common knowledge that if detectives did settle down, many of the marriages ended in divorce, due to the pressures of the job, so Dean decided long ago that he was better off alone. A conclusion he rarely regretted, except on the nights where he woke from night terrors, scared and needing some human contact.

When Dean was in his twenties, his father had passed away. He hadn’t cried in public, shedding only a single tear at the funeral, which the younger Winchester had witnessed. When Sam had placed his hand on his shoulder - his eyes dry - Dean swiped the tear away, and vowed never to show any weakness to anyone again.

His little brother had applied for college, aced his exams and was accepted into Stanford University to study law. Now thirty-six, he was running his own law firm in Lawrence, having joined Dean in the small city. When Dean had moved to L.A., Sam had stayed. He was married to a lovely girl called Jess, a high school teacher. Even though he was distraught at his brother moving to the other side of the country, he couldn’t go with him as there was too much for him to leave behind, but he knew that Dean had to go due to his particular circumstances. They spoke regularly over the phone and via Skype, and Dean was extremely proud of the man Sam had grown up to become.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped out from under the water and turned off the tap. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked from the room, his damp feet leaving footprints on the wooden floor of his apartment as he made his way into his bedroom and looked at the clock. It was still only 4.10am, and so he dried himself off, pulled on a pair of sweatpants, and padded into the open plan kitchen.

The exhausted man was desperate for caffeine, so he switched on the machine, preparing his cup while the coffee bubbled. After pouring the beverage into his mug, he sat down, rubbing at his tired eyes that felt like sand had been thrown in them, and unplugged his cell from the wall.

Scanning through his email, the phone suddenly started to ring in his hand.

“Hello,” Dean said as he brought it to his ear. “Detective Elliott? It’s Detective Hanscum.” a woman said, urgency evident in her voice. “There’s been another one.”

Chapter One

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mameeta · 6 months ago

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Hi to all my mutuals. I am working diligently on another blog called @bloodtiesstilllives

I am in love with the show and it's fandom potential, to the point where I got hold of the books the show is based off of.

The show is about a P.I. who used to be a cop but because of a degenerative eye condition, had to leave the force. Over the course of investigation she runs into a 400+year old vampire who is actually a decent person and has no problems being what they are. She gains a quirky goth assistant who helps out tons when a case has a supernatural component. And she still has feeler in the department in the form of a brilliant coroner who let's her in on the weird cases, AND her former partner who is as normal as can be. Imagine that drama.

So if you guys may be interested please come through and check it out.

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aloneinthehellfire · 2 years ago

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OKAY THIS THEORY IS SO DAMN GOOD

I just read the intro and OMG OMG but I had a few thoughts on this theory I read

But for a second there i thought the third was someone else

Like defo Billy and Uncle Jack (is that negan from twd??? PERFECT casting if it is cause jeffrey is a legend) but I think the third might be Lillian (reader's old best friend)

AND HERE ARE MY REASONS WHY (dramatically pulls up powerpoint slide)

Billy and Jack are both deaths that affected Reader in the most brutal way. Like Billy was her childhood friend, complicated or not, and Jack was essentially her father and lost him to soon (RIP JACK). Therefore these images with Xs might link to her trauma??

Vecna uses his victims traumas against him and while he usually sticks to one (For Max it was Billy) WHAT IF Reader gets affected THREE TIMES

The original poster (@the-iridescent-phoenix i think so sorry if i got that wrong) said that Separate Ways is a clear link to Reader's song and so she's definitely gonna be Vecna'd then

But I did also notice that there's a chapter called Alone which might not have anything to do with the song but in the first season (I binged the seasons so here we are) Eddie catches Reader listening to the song Alone!!!! So it could be her SECOND curse?

As for if there is a third, you haven't announced the second part to the series yet so it is entirely possible that Reader is cursed a third and final time and will see Lillian.

If people don't remember (or haven't joined super late like me and had to catch up in two days lmao) Lillian is Reader's best friend from California who died after a fight they had. BUT BUT BUT that is a recurring theme for Reader: fear of losing her best friend. I think it's her biggest trauma and I also think Vecna will use that against her. I also really believe it could be her in the photo although idk who the fancast is yet (I will be studying hard)

So to conclude (jesus I am writing an essay), I believe that Billy Jack and Lillian will all make appearances in Reader's trauma, leading to her being affected three times but only ever escaping because of the people around her and the songs they play.

THE END *pants for air and collapses*

how are you guys doing all this i can't even remember what i had for breakfast

#im impressed by everyone that reads my story like how are you all this amazing and wanna read MY story??#like im sure you all could be actual detectives #jeffrey dean morgan is correct we love #love how this meme is basically my coming out lmao #THANK YOU FOR CARING ABOUT MY STORY IMA CRY NOW #stranger things fanfiction

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mcavoy-girl · 2 years ago

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We need more fanfiction of the following characters/celebs:

Dean Winchester x reader from Supernatural

Charles Xavier x reader from X-Men

Erik Lehnsherr x reader from X-Men

Robbie Turner x reader from Atonement

Beau Arlen x reader from Big Sky

Soldier boy x reader from The Boys

Wolverine x reader from X-Men

James McAvoy x reader

Hugh Jackman x (daughter) reader

Michael Fassbender x reader

Tony Stark x reader, preferably daughter!reader from Marvel-movies

Clint Barton x reader from Marvel-movies

Avengers x reader, any Avenger at all really.

Gellert Grindelwald (Johnny Depp) x reader from Fantastic Beasts

Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law) x reader from Fantastic Beasts

Jack Dawson x reader, Titanic

Legolas x reader from Hobbit-movies and Lord of the Rings-movies

Aragorn x reader from Lord of the Rings-movies

Eomer x reader from Lord of the Rings-movies

Faramir x reader from Lord of the Rings-movies

Castiel x reader from Supernatural

LOTR/Hobbit characters x reader

Charlie Hudson x reader from Hudson & Rex

Lord Asriel x reader from His Dark Materials

Nick Ryan x reader from McLeod's daughters

Richard O'Connell x reader from The Mummy movies

Wade Wilson/Deadpool x reader from Deadpool-movies

Richard Castle x reader from Castle

Drover (Hugh Jackman) x reader from Australia

Ronan Keating x reader

Christian x reader from Moulin Rouge

Aidan Turner x reader and his characters x reader

James Bond (Daniel Craig) x reader

Bucky Barnes x reader

Steve Rogers x reader

Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader from Star Wars prequels and Obi-Wan Kenobi-series

Ewan McGregor x reader

Anakin Skywalker x reader from Star Wars prequels

Hayden Christensen x reader

Owen Grady x reader from Jurassic World

Bucky Barnes x reader from Marvel-movies

Sirius Black x reader from Harry Potter- movies

Cedric Diggory x reader from Harry Potter- movies

Draco Malfoy x reader from Harry Potter-movies

Indiana Jones x reader from Indiana Jones- movies

Cillian Murphy x reader

Tommy Shelby x reader from Peaky Blinders

Harry Goodman x daughter reader from Pokemon Detective Pikachu

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x (daughter) reader from Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x (daughter) reader from Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader from Top Gun: Maverick

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader from Top Gun: Maverick

Robin Hood/Robin of Loxley (Taron Egerton) x reader from Robin Hood

Rafe McCawley x reader from Pearl Harbor

Daniel "Danny" Walker x reader from Pearl Harbor

Eggsy Unwin x reader from the Kingsman-movies

Colter Shaw x reader from Tracker

I'll add here more as I remember more characters/celebs. I prefer character x female reader. The ones in bold need more fanfiction.

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dan-the-womans-blog · 6 months ago

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lxvejohnny · 2 years ago

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The endless beginning

part eight

scream VI fanfiction with implied ethan x oc!

find the masterlist for this fic here. it's a long one folks! enjoy!

After Kirby practically exiled Gale out of their plan due to, no press being allowed, Amelie sent her off with a hug and was given a threat to call her if anything happens.

Amelie decides to send Dean another text, asking him if he was okay because she hadn't heard back last night. Though, once she got back to the apartment, she was incredibly distracted for the rest of the night.

Now, everyone has joined at a park in public in attempts to set Ghostface up. With Tara, Sam, and Amelie as decoys, detective Bailey nearby for backup, and Kirby in the van to track the call, they were ready to set the caller up. Amelie separates from the sisters, after much reluctance from Sam and her other friends in the van, deciding that they were more likely to receive a call if more of the targeted victims were alone. Back in the van, Ethan expresses his panic to the group about Amelie going off by herself while the two sisters remain together. He knows that she won’t get hurt, she can’t with all Ghostface’s currently away from her, but he still feels a sense of panic at the thought that she could get hurt. And, he knows he has to keep up the innocent act for his friend’s around. So, as Amelie begins to walk away from the two with a quick smile, she splits away and heads towards an open part of the park where dogs run and play around. She stares at the smiles on the stranger’s face around them and begins to wonder what their biggest worry in life could possibly be, if they have ever had to scheme in their life to trap someone who is trying to ruin their life. She also begins to wonder if she can ever appear as carefree as they do and live a life where she can go to a park and have a day by herself in peace, without any worry that someone is going to come up and try to kill her.

Amelie looks back to where Tara and Sam have walked far away from her, and she sees Sam pluck her phone out her pocket and answer a call. She can already guess who it is and stares at the girls, trying to gauge their reaction from so far away. She vaguely sees Sam pull the phone away from her ear and look at it in disbelief, almost appearing as if the killer abruptly hung up on the girl. Amelie jumps when she hears her own phone begin to ring and she furrows her eyebrows in confusion, if the killer called Sam already, why would they bother with her?

She pulls her phone out of her pocket and looks down at the unknown contact before answering the call.

Back in the van, Kirby stops her movement of detecting the call when she sees that Amelie is also receiving a call. Mindy notices her movement and sits up in her chair, “What? What is it, Kirby?”

“Amelie is also getting a call,” Kirby says and looks at the teens beside her. The two boys follow Mindy’s movements and sit up in their chair, Ethan pausing his snacking and looks at Kirby’s screen in confusion. She wasn’t supposed to receive a call, only Sam was.

“What do you want?” Amelie says into her phone, venom laced through her words as she looks around her to see if there is anyone nearby. She catches the two sisters staring her down from across the park and holds eye contact with them.

“Daddy Dewey doesn’t seem to be enough, does it?” The voice chuckles lowly through the phone. Amelie freezes in her spot and fear strikes her body. “Hopefully you said bye-bye to Gale earlier, I don’t think there is much time left.”

The voice was condescending, almost mocking her, and she can’t distinguish if there is more anger or fear running through her body right now. “Don’t you fucking touch her, you psycho.”

“Oh Amie,” the rough voice of Ghostface begins to taunt, “too late.”

The line ends and Amelie begins to run towards to the two girls who look to be waiting for her. The girl stops abruptly when she finally reaches them and even though they already know where the call is coming from due to Kirby’s tracking skills, they let her rush out, “He is at Gale’s. We have to go now!”

“My friend Danny works on the upper-westside, he can get there quicker!” Sam calls as her, Tara, Amelie, and detective Bailey begin running to the latter’s car.

“Yeah, or he can finish her off, if he has a possible reason to kill her,” Detective Bailey conspires from behind the girls.

“Fuck,” Amelie mutters as she stays ahead of the three. Sam looks ahead at Amelie and puts her phone back in her pocket after sending a text to Danny. “We have to get there now.”

“C’mon, wait! We don’t even know if it’s true. Sam, wait! Take a minute,” Bailey calls from behind the three sprinting girls, panting once they finally made it to his car.

“We don’t have a minute!” Amelie turns around and snaps at him. There was no way that anyone, not even the detective, would stop her from getting to Gale as soon as she can, not after that phone call she just received. She couldn’t risk losing another important person in her life, another parent at that.

“Amelie, you have to trust me. We gotta make the right call,” Bailey turns to face the girl and tries to reason with her, but her, nor the other two, are willing to listen.

“He’s already there!” Amelie shouts back as she looks at the man almost incredously, her hands flailing as she speaks. It was odd to her how relucent the detective was to go and protect someone who they know is in the same building as the killer.

“Guys!” Tara calls from behind the two girls and they turn to look at her. Tara sits in the driver’s seat of the Bailey’s cop car and calls for them to get in. Sam and Amelie look at each other before rushing to get into the car, making sure Bailey isn’t right behind them to stop them. Amelie opens the door to the backseat and jumps in, patting Tara’s shoulder as she shifts to the middle, proud of the small girl for coming up with this.

“Get out of the car! What do you think you’re doing? That’s an official vehicle!” Bailey’s voice begins to drown out as Sam rolls up the window and the two sisters make the decision to turn the sirens on while Amelie calls for Tara to hurry from the back. The three speed off towards the direction of Gale’s apartment, Sam in the front helping Tara with the directions and Amelie in the back nervously fidgeting at the idea that they might not get there in time. Amelie pulls her phone out and tries to give Gale a call a couple of times, each leading to voicemails which causes Amelie’s nerves to spike even more than they were before. She settles on sending texts to Gale, some of warning that the killer is there, and she needs to leave, and others saying that she loves her. She slides her finger down her contact list where she hovers over Ethan’s and licks her lips before pressing on the contact to call. She figured their friends needed an update on what was happening and if Ethan was there with her friends, it couldn’t be him, right?

“Hello? Are you okay?” Ethan picks up his phone almost instantly once he saw the girls name come up. Kirby and the twins perk up and try to lean closer to the boy once they see that it is Amelie calling.

“Yes, yes, we are okay,” Amelie begins, nodding her head as she speaks as if he can see her through the phone. Ethan puts her on speaker for all of them to hear what she is saying. “Look, we are headed to Gale’s right now, we-we took the cop car and Bailey should be heading back to you guys soon, I think, I don’t-I don’t know...”

She trails off as she looks out the windshield at all the lights and cars whizzing by. She lowers her voice as she continues speaking, her left hand free and picking at her fingers nervously, “I just wanted to call you, to you know, let you all know and to just tell you to stay safe, please.”

Blush rises on Ethan’s cheek, and he makes eye contact with Chad who, finally, looks at him back as if he were his regular roommate again and not some guy who he is suspicious of. He smirks at the boy and nods his head proudly at Ethan, looks like he was closer to getting the girl. Mindy looks at the two and rolls her eyes at their antics, knowing how gullible Amelie seems to be.

“Yeah-yes, thank you, Amie,” Ethan sighs and decides to take the girl off speaker before stepping outside of the van door. He felt awkward enough talking to Amelie, he was not going to continue in front of people. “You guys too, Amie, please be safe, and call me or one of us if anything happens.”

“I will, Ethan,” Amelie mutters and lets out a chuckle. “This time around, I will.”

“I will see you soon, okay?” Amelie can hear Ethan also let out a quiet laugh through the phone and lets a small smile form on her lips. “And, uh, thanks for calling me.”

“Yeah,” Amelie whispers. She can see Gale’s building getting closer and decides that she needs to end the call now so she can get to Gale as quick as possible. Nerves flutter in her stomach again from the worry of what might be happening to Gale and from her finally being able to talk to Ethan. “You were the first I thought of.”

Amelie ends the call shortly after telling Ethan that she will see him soon and his heart flutters in his chest. Her letting him know that he was the first she thought of calling made him relieved that maybe she doesn’t resent him as much after all. While he knows that once she finds out who he really is, she won’t hesitate to either kill him or run away as far as she can, he can’t help but be hopeful that she does care about him still. He also knows that even though he doesn’t want her to get hurt- which she already has by him- and his family is aware of it, his word isn’t enough to stop his sister or his dad from touching her. All three of their drives to kill is high, but his family’s is higher to end the Riley girl once and for all.

After what seems like forever, the three finally reach Gale’s building and they run as fast as they can up the stairs to her place. Upon entering, they see the mess of her apartment and run in to find Gale on the ground with Ghostface on top of her, their knife about to enter her face.

“Hey fuckface!” Sam calls to the killer and their masked face turns in the direction of the noise. Sam picks the discarded gun up off the floor where she immediately begins to shoot towards the Ghostface who gets off of Gale and runs away and unfortunately, misses her shots. Amelie rushes to Gale as soon as Sam starts to shoot where she drops to her knees beside her body where she lays frail and bleeding out. Tara kneels beside Amelie and watches as the girl places her hands on Gale’s abdomen where a massive, bleeding wound stares back at her.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Amelie repeats as her shaky hands begin to overflow with blood. She begins to let tears well up in her eyes and her lip quivers when she really realizes the state that Gale is in. “We should have known that he was going to come after you, I’m so, so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Gale begins as she looks into Amelie’s eyes above her. Sam kneels on the other side of Gale, opposite from Tara and Amelie and she shares a look with Tara, pain lingering in both of their eyes. “He never got me. Tell Sidney, he never got me.”

“No, no, I won’t need to, okay? Because you are going to be okay,” Amelie looks at Gale and shakes her head at the older women. Gale's bright eyes are fading in front of Amelie and it is a sight she has never thought she would see; it physically ripping her heart from her chest and tearing it to pieces. Gale looks directly at Amelie's face, a faint smile painted on her lips. "You have your dad's eyes, Mel."

Amelie lets a loud and pained sob at Gales words. She sees her eyes begin to close and her breathe slow down and continues to shake her head harder. "No, no, no, no."

“Gale?” Sam leans over the women and calls her name. Her and Tara begin to call out Gale’s name in panic when they see her start to go still.

“No, no, no, no, please,” Amelie whispers brokenly as she looks around franticly at the women below her. Her hands still on the wound and she can feel her torso slow its normal up and down movement. She can briefly hear the paramedics arrive and she can feel Tara try to pull her away from Gale, but she can’t find it in her to leave her. “No, no, Gale!”

Her voice cracks as she pleads with tears streaming down her face, Tara managing to get her to stand but Amelie can’t even focus on anything around her but Gale’s almost lifeless body in front of her. She tries to convince herself that this isn’t real, none of it is, and she will wake up soon to find Gale in front of her alive, maybe her dad there to, ready to greet her with a smile. But she doesn’t wake up and this is real, this is her real life. Nothing but pain brews through her bones as she watches Gale, and she can almost feel her heart start to seize and shrivel up like an old prune. She thought that the greatest pain she could feel was when her dad got taken from her, and it was. But standing here, with Sam and Tara holding her arms back as she sobs, she feels the pain being doubled. Nothing in this world could have prepared her to lose Gale after losing her dad, and Amelie wonders if she can possibly live life normally anymore.

“We got a weak pulse,” Amelie hears the EMT say which reinstates some hope in her body that maybe Gale can be okay, but nothing will erase or make her forget the pain she is feeling from watching what just happened. Sam nods beside her with tears tracking down her face and she manages to push herself and the two girls out of the apartment so the paramedics can take care of Gale now. Nothing can prepare you for the hurt you will feel from losing another person who you consider a parent, and nothing can warn you for the heartbreak that will follow, dead or alive.

The last twenty minutes of Amelie's life seemed to be in fast forward for her because she can hardly even remember how they managed to get to the lobby of Gale’s apartment. She vaguely remembers being escorted out of Gale's apartment where she refused to leave the door, making sure she saw Gale being taken out of her place and into an ambulance. She also recalls finally calling Ethan once they reached the lobby of the building, where they currently reside, and very incoherently trying to tell him that Gale was badly hurt and they needed to come there now. She knows that right now, she is standing beside her friends who all can't seem to peel their eyes away from the floor, and Ethan's warm body pressed against her with his arm wrapped around her small frame. Her arms wrap themselves around his torso as she lays her head on his arm and her eyes fixate on the lights of the police and ambulance outside the window.

Silence has never been so loud as Amelie stares emotionless at the flashing blue and red colours, her eyes stinging from the amount of tears she shed and throat raw from yelling out in despair. Amelie really feels like this is it, any hope she had stored in her that they will make it out has left her body the second she saw Gale on the ground.

“Hey! I got here as fast as I could,” Danny comes rushing in and heads straight to Sam where she remains sitting. All eyes turn towards the man with the same idea in their minds; he coincidently was gone and got here right after Gale was attacked.

“Did you?” Tara asks him with hard eyes.

“I’m scared,” Mindy whispers as she looks straight ahead. “Guys, I really don’t want to get hurt again.”

“Neither do I,” Chad mutters beside Amelie. Nothing but pain lingers in their voices as they talk. Everyone is so scared, so fed up with everything they have been through and worried that soon enough, they won’t ever be able to bounce back this time around.

“I don’t want you getting hurt again, either,” Mindy looks at Chad before he places his head on her shoulder and brings a comforting hand to her knee, “I know, I know.”

"You either," Ethan mutters quietly, only for Amelie to catch. He looks down at her sad face nuzzled up to his chest and would do anything in this moment to make her feel better, his heart breaking at the sight of her being in pain. Amelie closes her eyes and tightens her arms around his mid-half. "Same goes for you, Eth."

“Maybe he gets to win this time,” Sam begins with pain in her eyes. Chad and Tara lift their heads off Mindy’s shoulders, and they all look towards the girl confused. “He wants to punish me, me. So maybe we let him. I will just give myself up-“

“-Sam, no-“ Amelie finally tears herself from Ethan's warm body and tries to interrupt but Sam just continues.

“-If this is what I have to do to keep you guy safe, it is worth it,” Sam finishes with tears beginning to fall down her cheek and Amelie shakes her head at the girl.

“No, we’re not doing that, Sam, alright? You went back to Woodsboro to protect me, every single day you make the decision to protect me. None of us would even be alive if it weren’t for you,” Tara says and waves her hand around to their friends sitting down on the bench where they all nod at the girl, agreeing. “You have to let us protect you this time. We’re a team, remember?”

Sam shakes her head to Tara to try and disagree, but she relents as Tara continues to say yes. Amelie finally drops her arms from around Ethan, deciding to quickly grab Ethan’s hand that is falling from her hold and gives it a squeeze before letting it go and making her way beside Sam. “Actually, we are a family.”

Quoting herself from a couple of days ago when she let Tara know that they are her family, she was going to do it again with the older Carpenter sister. Mindy eventually gets up too and repeats the word family, nodding her head. Chad lets a smile break through onto his face and claps his hands, also getting up. He places his hand in the middle of the small circle they formed, “Let’s go! Force of Five!”

Mindy places her hand on top of Chads with Tara and Amelie following. Danny also attempts to join in the circle before Chad lets him know that it was an us thing. Amelie can’t help the small smile she feels creep onto her lips at that and she looks to Sam, anticipating her to join in.

“He’s going to keep coming after us,” Sam begins again and their hands fall to their sides once more.

“Isn’t their somewhere, like, safe we can just hold up in?” Ethan quips up, almost reminding them of his presence. Tara shakes her head and says in despair, “He’s just going to keep finding us.”

“Great,” Ethan mutters. At least he tried, Amelie thinks.

Amelie catches Tara furrow her eyebrows as she pauses to think again about what Ethan said, maybe finding some place safe where it would be easy to keep Ghostface trapped in was actually a good idea. “We could use that though.”

Ethan smiles, glad that his idea actually proved to work out the way he wanted it to. He steps closer to Amelie, wanting to feel her close to him again although she was only a couple of feet away. Sam and Tara share a look before calling up detective Bailey, awkwardly letting him know they were sorry for stealing his car and pitching the idea of trapping Ghostface. Their circle expands as Ethan and Danny now join, listening intently as Tara talks to the detective on speaker. Amelie reaches out and links her pinkie finger with Ethan’s, he looks down and smiles at her as she continues to stare at Tara, determination swirling in her eyes. They are going to kill this motherfucker.

Amelie holds Ethan’s hand as they walk down the stairs to the subway to head to the Ghostface shrine downtown.

“Is this even a good plan?” Ethan asks nervously to the group. Instantly Tara replies to the boy pointedly, “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

“So, we just peel off and let the killer kicks us off one by one, no thank you,” Amelie rolls her eyes at the boy’s words and nudges her shoulder into his. “We aren’t peeling off, that’s the whole point.”

“Let’s just get to the theatre,” Sam sighs as she leads the group in the direction of the subway. The area is so packed with people that the group does end up splitting off from each other. Amelie tries her best to hold tighter onto Ethan’s hand, but it gets difficult as bodies shove between all of them. She can see Mindy up in front of her also getting shoved back by people and even with Amelie’s 5’’5 height, she can’t see over the crowd in front of her or any of her friends. As she finally makes it to the subway doors, she sees Mindy hit the closed subway door and watches as Chad looks back at them through the glass before the subway sets off. Amelie sighs as she makes her way to Mindy and places her hand on Mindy’s shoulder. The girl jumps and whips her head around before realizing it was just Amelie and breathes out a, “thank fuck.”

She looks past Amelie and sees Ethan approaching the two girls and settles her face into a glare. She all but snarls at that boy, “get your Ghostface ass away from us, Ghostface.”

“No, Mindy, he’s okay-“ Amelie tries to persuade Mindy but the curly headed girl just grabs onto her hand and drags her away from the boy, “come on.”

Ethan peers over the people to look at Amelie where she gives him an apologetic look and mouths a sorry to him. Behind her Mindy looks at the boy tries to shoo him away from looking over at them, mouthing a look away to him at the same time. Ethan feels like he has nothing to do but oblige, almost afraid of Mindy and her protectiveness. He still looks over every now and then as they wait for the subway to check on Amelie, not too sure of what he is checking up for, but it may just be an excuse so he can keep looking at the girl.

Amelie feels bad that she just left Ethan to be by himself but she also knows that she should stay with her best friend during this time rather than leave her alone so she can stand beside the boy who makes her heart flutter. So, they wait until the next subway arrives and board it together. Mindy once again brings Amelie over the one side of the subway and Ethan stands away giving them their distance, but close enough so they can still see each other. Amelie closes her eyes as she leans against one of the walls of the subway and tries to focus on her breathing. She has never done great when it comes to moving transportation and often starts to feel sick whenever they start moving, especially when they are a constant stop and go motions. She remembers back when she was younger and her dad would take her places, he would always make sure she took anti-nausea medicine before they left and wouldn’t go ten minutes without asking her if she was feeling sick. One time she went with her mother and stepdad (though she doesn’t call him that) on a road trip and got sick on the trip to their destination. When they arrived, she begged her mom to let her call her dad and cried to him through the phone about how she was sick in the car and her stepdad got upset with her. Dewey reassured her that it wasn’t her fault, and it was her mom’s for forgetting to give her medicine or be prepared. Amelie knew that if her dad was still with her now, he would make sure she was prepared to go on a subway without him, especially knowing how back and forth those trains are.

Whenever Amelie does take the chance to open her eyes, she catches the sight of a Ghostface mask somewhere on the train and it doesn’t help the churning in her stomach. She can see Mindy from beside her try to raise her phone in the air, attempting to get a message to send through. Amelie presumes it is her trying to let the others know where they are, but she can’t be bothered to check her own phone or talk in fear that it might push her urge to be sick.

Amelie flinches when she feels Mindy jump from beside her and turns to see someone with a Ghostface mask decided to come up beside her. Mindy quickly moves to stand on the opposite side of the subway where she was previously standing, so now her and Amelie are facing each other. The person in the mask pushes in front of Amelie to take a seat in the empty spot beside her, causing Amelie to shift a couple of steps away from the guy before leaning against the wall again and closing her eyes. Ethan watches the interaction from where he is standing afar and decides to push his way forward slightly. He respects the distance Mindy enforced upon him so he isn’t too close to the girls, but close enough where he can still see them if anything were to happen.

After a couple a minutes, Amelie opens her eyes again to check how many stops they have left and straightens up when she notices Mindy got pushed to the back of the cart. Mindy looks back at her and nods her head with a pained smile, letting the girl know that she is okay even though they are separated now. Amelie looks back around the subway and can’t help but only focus on the amount of Ghostface masks around her. Her nerves get the better of her and she begins to panic at the idea that one, or maybe all of them, could be the killer. Her attention focuses on one that is sitting in one of the chairs, looking down, diagonally across from where she is standing. She wishes that she was beside Ethan in this very moment, knowing that his presence would make her feel a lot more calm.

The light in the cart starts flickering in and out for intervals at a time and Amelie decides that maybe keeping her eyes closed for prolonged periods was not a good idea anymore. When the light in the cart turns back on for the second time, Amelie looks back to the seat where the Ghostface costume was previously and notices that the seat was now occupied by some other passenger. Amelie quickly looks around to see where the person went but the lights turn off again briefly, interrupting her from finding the suspicious man. She feels her breathing stops when she hears a whisper in her ear and a hand on her mouth, “You’re fucking lucky this time, bitch.”

As soon as the masked person finishes, she feels a pinch on her arm where her gasp is covered by their hand, and then the individual vanish. The lights turn back on with enough time for her to gather that her arm as a small trickle of blood running down it, and that they probably just decided to nick her with their knife. Amelie quickly places her hand on her arm where the small cut is and tries to desperately look to see where they went. Her breathe quickens at the realization that was the killer and that they just let her off. That has never happened, almost ever, when the killer would just let someone live who they could have easily killed and panic settles in, realizing that they were going to go after Mindy or Ethan now. She looks toward Ethan and he turns his head at the same time, almost knowing that she was looking his way and she lifts her hand up to show him the blood. His eyes widen and he begins to try and push past the people in his way from getting to her. His concern her the girl spikes when he realizes that she was not supposed to get hurt, and wonders if it wasn’t a Ghostface who decided to hurt her. Amelie briefly sees a hooded figure standing closer to the end of the train where Mindy was before the lights turn off again, and Amelie already knows that she is who the killer is currently after.

So, in the dark, Ethan blindly attempts to make his way to Amelie and Amelie pushes through the lump of people standing in her way from getting to Mindy. The lights turn back on once again when the subway stops and people begin to flood out when the doors open. Amelie finally sees Mindy on the ground, holding her stomach and her eyes widen at the sight.

“Oh my god, Mindy,” Amelie drops to her knees and turns around to see Ethan catching up to her, his own eyes widening when he sees Mindy on the ground with blood on her hands. “Ethan! Help!”

Ethan and Amelie both call out for help as they try their best to lift her up, placing both of her arms on either sides of their shoulders and move without hurting her even more. The three manage to make it out of the subway doors and onto the ground, leaning Mindy against one of the poles as she groans in pain.

“Are you okay?” Ethan asks Mindy, panic stricken on his face. Amelie reassures Mindy as she takes of her flannel button up and bunches it up to hold onto the bleeding girl’s stomach. “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

“Yeah, I’m so good,” Mindy groans out. At least she still has her humor intact. Mindy looks at Amelie and then to Ethan, “godammit, I got it wrong again.”

Amelie almost wants to crack a smile at Mindy’s choice of words considering she is currently bleeding out and Ethan just continues to look between her and Mindy, evidently in panic at the situation. Two workers come running up to the three and begin to radio for police and an ambulance to their location. Amelie backs away and moves to kneel beside Ethan so the two people can look at Mindy without her in the way. Amelie feels her phone buzzing from her jean pocket and pulls it out to see a multitude of texts pilling in from her friends who they got separated from, all wondering if they are okay and where they are. Amelie realizes that as much as she wants to stay here with Mindy, she knows Ethan will and she has to get going now to be able to make it to the theatre on time. She needs to let them know the killer was just with them, and probably on their way to the theatre as they speak.

“Okay, I-I have to go,” Amelie looks between at two and stands up. Ethan and Mindy, although she is only able to give a side glare at the girl, both look at her like she is crazy.

“What? Amie, no!” Ethan immediately shakes his head at the girl and reciprocates her action to stand.

“Look, just stay here with Mindy, please, at least until paramedics show up. I have to leave now so I can make it to the theatre,” Amelie rushes out and looks between the two. Mindy lets out another groan of pain but can’t find it in her to protest. Ethan attempts to interrupt the girl again, but she doesn’t let him. He knows that if she goes now and makes it into that theatre, there is no telling what is going to happen to her, and he can’t be there to protect her from his family. Amelie cups her hands onto Ethan’s face so he can properly look at her, “I have to go, now. Trust me.”

Ethan knows that he won’t be able to stop her, he has tried multiple times before and he was yet to prevail. So, he nods at her and she gives him a smile. She looks at him for an extra second, visibly debating on her next move before pulling his face down closer to hers and places her lips on his. Amelie knows that this is not an appropriate time to be doing this but almost any movement they make could be their last, and with the mission that her and her friends were on, it truly could be. The boy freezes for a second, in complete and utter shock at what the girl is currently doing, before deciding to place a hand on her waist and kisses her back. Unfortunately, the moment doesn’t last long, and Amelie pulls away first, letting her hands fall back down to her sides. Her eyes flicker down to Mindy who looks repulsed at what she just witnessed before looking back up to Ethan. “Please watch her.”

“Yeah, of course,” He lies to her, nodding his head. He is still stunned from Amelie kissing him and can’t help but think about what would happen if the kiss happened during a moment where someone wasn’t stabbed or wasn’t attempting to hunt down a killer. Amelie turns away to begin heading up the stairs, but Ethan reaches out to grab her hand and pull her back. He needs to do this, needs to let her know that her kissing him wasn’t a mistake, and needs to let this happen just one more time before she finds out who he really is and wants nothing to do with him. He was wanted this girl for months now, and if this was the last chance he was ever going to have with her, he was going to take it. Plus, it would stall her a couple more minutes. He places his lips on hers again and their kiss only lasts for less than a minute, but enough time for each of them to reassure the other that their feelings were mutual. The feeling of their lips together felt so natural for the both of them, and neither wanted to let the moment end, though they knew it had to. Their kiss almost felt like a heart wrenching goodbye and Amelie was not too sure why, only sure that she didn’t want this to be the last time it ever happens.

“Be safe. Please,” Ethan looks down at her and says after they pull away. Amelie nods her head before turning to leave for real this time. And as Ethan watches Amelie runs up the stairs and into the busy streets of New York, he almost feels like none of what he has done for his family is worth it. Because although he has only known the girl personally for a couple of months, he feels protective of her in a way that he has never felt before. He believed that the only emotion he could truly feel was pain and resentment after losing his brother, but the girl seemed to light a spark in his dark soul, and he can’t help but wish that it was bright enough to light up all of his darkness.

Amelie, running through the crowds of people on her way to the theatre, direction purely based on brief acknowledgment of her location, feels her heart catch on fire from within her chest. Kissing Ethan made sense to her; it dimmed the pain in her arm and the shake of her hands, but something inside of her also felt like it was like kissing the devil. The softness of his touch could almost mask the burning of the flame he started on her heart. That kiss felt like a promise, but also like a sad ending. And Amelie couldn’t help but wonder if the fire he started was to hide the fact that kissing Ethan, meant kissing the man she thought he was, goodbye.

#ethan landry #scream #scream vi #scream six #jack champion #ethan kirsch #dewey riley #ethan landry x reader #scream imagine #scream fanfic #ethan landry imagine #scream vi spoilers #scream vi x reader #scream ethan #ethan landry scream #scream 6 #scream x reader

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sunwarmed-ash · 1 year ago

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A B and G! For the ask meme :D

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

omg so fucking many. Here's as many as my brain can think of rapid fire from my ao3 list

Hankconvin & hankvin1700 and any iterations of the DBH boys,

Steddiegrove and any mix of the Stranger Things dumbo boys (Steve Eddie Billy, sometimes jonathan)

Drarry always-JK is a CUNT.

Roy/Jamie/Keeley, Roy/Jamie, Ted/Trent, Keeley/Rebecca, Roy/Trent 👀 (may the fic finish itself soon) from Ted Lasso

Peter Parker/Eddie Brock/Venom, Peter Parker/Harry Osborn, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Peter Parker/Matt Murdock, Petercest, Starker, Peter Parker/Anyone (Andrew!Peter was the one I grew up with <3 I love him with pretty much anyone and he's got so much potential for tragic backstory with all of them. I love love Tom's too :D he's such a cutie and Tom is also a really incredible human being and actor. Hard to choose a fav Peter when every one I've seen has been amazing!)

John Bender/Andrew Clark from the breakfast club. I do love me some enemies to lovers and this fucking movie. Enough I wrote 54k+ of fanfiction for it

Wincest, Sam/Dean Winchester- Sorry not sorry, I clearly labeled to dove in the freezer DO NOT EAT!

Marty/Rust-True Detective. BRING ON THE DYSFUNCTION

Izzy/Blackbeard, Steddyhands, blacksteade, teal oranges from OFMD

Nick/Schmidt from New Girl

El/Q from Magicians

Ryan/Jim from the US The Office

Johnlock, Hilson, any version of John Watson and Sherlock Holmes thats gay

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

oh man, I feel like this is a rarepair question. Let me check the ol' archive....

hahahahaha well this is gonna give away more about me than I probs want, but we got some Norman/Peter Parker in here, and Swayze and Sam Elliots characters in Road House👀🌶️

oh man also my ST mutuals got me allll into Robin/Heather, I can't stop thinking about them and Heather and Billy being cunty platonic bffs

Ooooo spanish Jackie/Jim 😍& Izzy/Lucius from OFMD

I also guess I ship Ted and Rebecca now. I didn't until that last fucking episode and I saw all four of them in her house and I went. OH. Okay yeah I get it now.

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

oh yeah hahaha I probably started fan shipping in my early teens and it was either Draco/Harry or Max/Jude from Across the universe <3

thanks for the asks, they were really fun!

#sunwarmed ash #max asks #max answers #ash asks #ash answers #find me on ao3 #link in bio #detroit become human #stranger things #the breakfast club #true detective #harry potter #our flag means death #tasm peter parker #into the spider verse #supernatural #ted lasso #the magicians #the office

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ladyxenax · 2 years ago

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I'd love to hear more about your Insider WIP! Also your original work "Hell for Lovers Heaven for Enemies" intrigues me by the title, and so I'm curious to know the premise of that too 😊

Insider fic: His Scars

the full longassed title is 'His Scars Are On My Heart, My Scars Are on His Hands'

quote that serves as a summary: Memories of you are like a knife in a wound that can't be pulled out without risk of bleeding. I don't touch this wound. I'm afraid and don't want to be "treated", I'm used to living with it. Therefore, this wound will never heal.

obviously it's post-canon, they met at the point in Yohan's life where everything was put on pause

Yohan tried to live an ordinary life, he worked as a paralegal at a small firm; he even dated a certain handsome prosecutor for a while but they returned to being just friends

Seonoh came to Yohan seeking help and answers, he was mad and thought it was Yohan's fault for him almost being burnt to death but actually he knew that Yohan would never hurt him like that willingly - that's why he showed Yohan scars on his body, it wasn't a gesture of trust but something more complex, maybe attempt to redeem himself

Yohan lived in that apartment that Sooyong left for him and let Seonoh stay there where he could keep an eye on him - it was better than sending Seonoh to prison again

in my headcanon Yohan's feelings for Seonoh are deep and painful, yet it is impossible for him to have sex with Seonoh at the moment no matter how strongly Yohan desires it - he can't accept it yet

but oh well they will learn how to accept each other sooner or later because it's their fate.

Original: Hell for Lovers Heaven for Enemies

this used to be a kdrama Voice fanfiction but I decided to switch it over to the Japanese setting

basically it's a story about a police detective and a serial killer; the detective kidnaps the serial killer and makes him a prisoner, the rest of the world thinks that the killer is dead

the profiles of the characters: Nakamura Akito - 40 yo, inspector, worked in the First Investigation Department of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, has a legal and criminological education background. After the attack was seriously injured by Koizumi, spent several months in the hospital, suffered a nervous breakdown due to a divorce and the death of his daughter. Reinstated to the same rank two years later, transferred to the Shinjuku Police Station. Nickname "Maou" - The Devil. Special features: scars on the neck, on the cheek from the bridge of the nose, on the shoulder and abdomen. Dean Koizumi - 25 yo, director of a construction company, son of an influential businessman from an American mistress. Lived in the States until the age of 16, high IQ, got a degree in economics and a degree at age 20. Serial killer with 6 deaths. Hot-tempered, aggressive, sociopathic, schizophrenic. Sakamoto Shiori - 45 yo, commissioner, the first woman to head the First Investigation Department. Nakamura's former direct supervisor who sent him on a forced leave and, on her orders, he was transferred to the Shinjuku precinct. Had a fling with Nakamura after his divorce. At the moment they maintain exclusively friendly relationship. Kimura Takeru - 27 yo, Nakamura Akito's partner, assistant inspector. A former hacker who narrowly escaped a criminal record.

#jtbc insider #plot bunny #fanfiction #original story

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youjustfeelthemforever · 11 months ago

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New pinned post time!! 🏔️🌄🏔️

This is longer than most intros I've done, so I'll leave it under a readmore for all our sakes

You can call me Ann or Bee (although I'm open to other nicknames as well)! I used to be @/chaotic-bumblebee-agenda, but had to switch it up because of a stalker classmate. Funzies :).

My new url is lyrics from the song Sympathy by Declan McKenna, my favourite artist.

I'm a Catholic (@little-lost-daughter is my Chrumblr) high school student who loves all things fantastical and yellow 💛. I like Legos, Webtoons, and fictional firefighters, detectives, and FBI agents.

I'm also a proud member of the Rogue Squadron :)).

@mylovelyrose is where I hoard my aesthetic trinkets and such.

Active fandoms/currently watching:

- Anastasia Broadway

- The Dragon Prince (in progress)

- The X-Files (in progress and liveblogging)

- Lego Ninjago + Dragons Rising (completed + up to date)

- Jupiter-Men (up to date)

- Chicago Fire (up to date)

- Lego Monkie Kid (up to date)

- White Collar (in progress and liveblogging)

- Brooklyn Nine-Nine (in progress)

- Criminal Minds (in progress and liveblogging)

- Percy Jackson and the Olympians (show) (in progress and liveblogging)

- 9-1-1 (up to date)

- Psych (completed)

- Chicago PD (in progress)

- 9-1-1: Lone Star (incomplete, on hold)

- My Adventures With Superman (up to date)

- Generator Rex (in progress and liveblogging)

- Transformers Prime (in progress with occasional liveblogging)

- Transformers: Rescue Bots (rewatch in progress)

- Transformers: Robots in Disguise (in progress)

My liveblogging is all under '[media] commentary' (although the One Chicagos are under 'fire/pd time', respectively).

- Outer Banks (in progress)

- Young Justice (i. progress and liveblogging)

I WILL spam gifsets from my movies and shows at random intervals - most commonly 911, 911: Lone Star, Chicago Fire, Criminal Minds, and White Collar. Be prepared to block tags if they're bothering you.

Characters I am obsessed with an unhealthy amount include: Judd and Grace Ryder, Arrio McKay, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Adam Ruzek, Cole (The Lego Ninjago Movie (but also very much the show)), Blake Gallo, Sam Carver, Commander Gren, Boromir, Bumblebee, Neal Caffrey, and Dean McCoppin. If I get started about any one of them I will Not Shut Up so tread carefully lol.

I write fanfiction and original fiction! My ao3 is sunshineandgoldenbraids, and my writeblr (which I'm still a bit of a lurker on when it comes to original posts) is @all-the-writerly-things. I might be making a new ao3 soon as my stalker knows my first one, and if that happens I will add it here.

I love OC/WIP asks, so never hesitate to send those in (though it might take me a hot couple months minute to get to it)!

My main WIP has the placeholder title The Rising Royals, but I'm really disliking that name, so hopefully I can come up with something better soon.

Ground rules

- No inappropriate/nsfw asks/DMs

- Please don't DM me to be friends unless we're mutuals and have interacted through tags/comments a little bit. I'm sure you have good intentions, but unless you have a specific purpose aside from just chatting, it usually makes me uncomfortable.

That being said,

a) if we're mutuals and are preferably somewhat familiar with each other, feel free to reach out! I love making friends, but I'm too scared to DM people for fear of being annoying lol. So yeah! If that's the case, dw, I will be very happy to hear from you!

b) Asks are fine, whether we're mutuals or not! Questions, ask chains, and kind messages and random comments and such don't bother me in the slightest, no matter how little we know each other :)

Alright, I'll add to this later if I think of anything else to include 👍

*Two-fingered salute* Ann out

#yeah ik the end got super low effort lol #sorry yall im tired #pinned post #intro post #everyone stop whatever you're doing and only pay attention to me #<- my 'saying random stuff' tag

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soaringeag1e · 1 year ago

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Escape {69}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Secrets

Words: 1,945

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9 Months Later

A couple of quiet knocks gets Dean to look up from the picture frame in his hand and he smiles at the man in the doorway. Feeling even more at home with the familiar face.

“You settling in, okay?” Dean slowly begins to nod as he looks around the room. “Feel like you never left?” It’s then that Dean’s eyes look through the window to Bobby’s right, his smile fading a little.

“Kind of.”

“Yeah.” The elder breathes before taking a few more steps into the office.

“I’m surprised you never gave my office up.” he admits, setting the picture he was holding down on his desk.

“Well,” Bobby shrugs. “There was a part of me that knew you would be back.”

“What about the part that didn't know?” His father figure remains silent for a moment, seeming to think about the answer though Dean is sure he knows exactly what he was feeling.

“I thought that maybe you needed the out and that you might go and find something else that made you happy.” Hearing that warms Dean’s heart.

“What if I did?” he asks, just curious on what would happen if the last option actually happened.

“Well, then I would give your office up. Eventually.” They both share a light laugh. “That or turn it into a storage room.” Dean grins at his boss before setting another picture on his desk and then reaching back into the box to grab the next frame that needed a home in his office. "Well, you know where to find me if you need something." Bobby informs him as he slowly backs out of the room. "And uh…" he pauses, getting Dean to look at him. "Let's try not to get shot on our first day back, huh?" Despite the darkness of the past year, Dean’s able to chuckle at the joke. Grateful, Bobby grins and then leaves Dean to finish getting settled.

His smile grows a bit as he looks down at the picture in his hand, his thumb gently brushing over the woman in the white dress as he lets that good memory play in his head. Not long after, he sets the frame down, right where he knows he'll always be able to see it.

Continuing to empty his box, he gets everything set up the way he likes and then he takes a seat in his chair, the familiar comfort almost feeling new for how long he's been gone. As he looks across the office and his eyes land on his former partner's desk on the other side of the glass, Dean has to take a minute. He knew coming back wouldn't be easy but he also knew that Eddie wouldn't want him to give up his career because of what happened. Dean was good at what he did and he knew this is where he belonged despite losing an amazing partner and friend.

Deans eyes gently close and he inhales deeply through his nose. His attempt to push away his emotions isn't the greatest but it's enough for him to carry on with his day.

As his computer wakes up after its long slumber, Dean's surprised to see that everything was the same as he left it. Files were sitting in the same spot on his desktop, his background picture was still that of a Zeppelin concert he attended years before he got his badge. Bobby really left his space untouched.

Clicking on a few links, Dean waits patiently while some documents get uploaded on his computer. It's then that he catches his phone lighting up out of the corner of his eye, the notification getting him to grab the device and investigate more.

Movement was detected at his front door, the new doorbell camera working to its full potential. Though, after finding out that Cassidy tampered with the previous camera, it isn't that it didn't work, it's just that he had skills that Dean never knew about. It turned out that the day you had heard someone knocking on the door was in fact Cassidy testing out his plan and clearly it worked way too well.

As the little camera shows his front porch, Dean grins. His brother Sam stood there in a loose shirt and his infamous jogging pants. A few seconds later you had come into view wearing your jogging pants and a hot pink workout top, locking the door before looking into the camera and blowing a kiss.

"Love you."

His smile growing, Dean lightly presses the speaker button on his phone. "Love you too." You smile brightly knowing he has an eye on you and then the two of you turn to step off the porch. Sam takes a second to look into the camera himself, waving to his brother before he takes off jogging to catch up with you.

Knowing that you're safe with Sam, Dean is able to relax a bit more before he dives into his first day back at work.

The two of you would usually spend an average of thirty minutes on your morning jogs. It didn't happen everyday considering the fact that Sam had to work most mornings, but when you both had some free time, it was definitely on the to do list. Another must have was a pit stop on the way back home. A nice little coffee shop run by a sweet older couple that have lived in town since they were kids. You and Sam felt like family going in there every time you were able to go out and you loved it.

“Oh! And can you make that decaf, please?” Sam looks at you a little confused, though you don’t notice as you’re paying for the two drinks. But as the barista nods and then steps away to start your drinks, Sam clears his throat, watching you put your card away.

“Decaf?” As if you didn’t hear him, you then pulled your phone out checking to see if you’ve heard from Dean at all, but everything seemed quiet. “When do you get decaf?” After slipping your phone into the pocket on the side of your pants, you look up at your friend, shrugging softly.

“Since I don’t need the extra kick.” your smile widens a bit before you step around him, waiting at the far counter for your order to be done. But Sam? He’s stuck in his spot for a few more beats, his mind fast tracking through his years of knowing you before he spins on his heel and moves to the end of the counter with you.

“Hold on,” Placing his palm on the counter, he looks at you with doubt in his eyes. “I’ve seen you wired off your ass before and you’d still take some extra shots over decaf.” A soft sigh falls from your lips and you look away, watching the barista make your drink. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Sam.” You say with an annoyance already in your tone.

“Y/N…”

“Shit, Sam, I’m fine!” The little outburst has him pull back a bit, looking at you with concern and slight disbelief and that clearly deflates you. “I’m sorry. I’m just…I’m a little tired and I think when I get back home I’m going to take a nap, so I just don’t want any caffeine right now. It’s not a big deal.” It’s then that Sam’s drink is set up on the counter and he reaches for it, but none of that takes away the concern he has.

“You feeling alright though?”

“Yeah.” you answer in a whisper before reaching for your drink and thanking the team behind the counter.

“Hey,” Lightly grabbing your elbow, Sam’s face is soft, his expression even softer, almost heartbreakingly so. “You can tell me anything. You remember that, right?”

“Of course I do.” your voice is as gentle as his touch. Despite that response and the fact that you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, something didn’t feel quite right. But he didn’t want to push you anymore than he already did. “Is it okay if we start heading back?”

“Sure.” Though still concerned, Sam nods and gives you a soft smile. One that disappears as you start to head for the door.

Unfortunately for you it wasn’t only Sam that could see something was going on with you. Over the next few days Dean had picked up on the slight differences in your behaviors as well. You expressed to him and Sam both that you were just tired. Maybe you were coming down with something or maybe you had some kind of bug that just knocked the energy out of you. Either way, Dean took care of you as such. He tried to let you rest as much as possible, even brought you food in bed to keep you from exerting yourself too much. He begged you to go see a doctor multiple times and it wasn’t until just the night before last that you had told him that you in fact went to see someone. The only thing he didn’t know now was the fact that you knew what was wrong with you. You just weren’t sure how to tell him.

So as the sun slowly rose, the bright orange beams coming through the blinds in the bedroom, Dean's fingers worked the buttons on his dress shirt. His eyes kept lifting to the mirror, catching sight of you sleeping peacefully under the covers behind him. He used to close the bathroom door while he got ready for work in the morning, but you usually couldn’t be disturbed, and if you were, he loved the sight of your sleepy self sitting up and smiling at him from the bed. Though that was always dangerous in itself because he would just want to call in on those days and climb back in bed with you.

Once his buttons were done and he fixed his collar, he doused himself with a little cologne and then turned to leave the room. Slipping his dress jacket off the hanger, he slowly makes his way towards the bed, smiling softly as your face comes into view.

“I love your cologne.” your voice barely makes it out of the blankets, but it’s enough for him to hear.

“I didn’t think I put that much on.” A low moan escapes as you stretch under the covers. “Is it too much?” You disagree with a light shake of your head and a low grumble.

“It’s perfect.” you smile up at him as he sits at the edge of the bed and leans over you. A deep gravelly hum rolls up his chest just as his lips meet yours.

“How are you feeling?” he asks in between kisses and you answer in the same way.

“A little better.”

“Yeah?” Kissing you once more, this one lasts a little longer before he pulls away and just looks into your eyes. “Have you heard back from the doctor yet?”

“Not yet.” you lie as best you can, feeling guilty for not telling him the truth, but you aren’t ready to tell him. You can see how much it’s bothering him, especially after that last answer. He’s clearly concerned and of course looks worried which makes you feel worse.

“Maybe you should call them? Check in with ‘em.”

“I can try.” you lie again, hoping it’ll make him feel a little better. You can tell he’s pleased with your answer but that fear won't go away until you tell him what’s going on. The unknown is always a scary place, but sometimes the known can be just as scary.

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deanwanddamons · 2 years ago

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Undercover - Chapter One

Summary: Homicide Detective Dean Winchester and Detective Y/F/N Y/L/N go undercover to solve a spate of murders.

Universe: Detective AU

Pairing: None (yet)

Chapter Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Dark subject matter. Angst.

A/N 1: As always thank you to my beta @winchest09, who helped me with the idea for this story. You are my cheerleader, my bestie and my constant support. I love you. A/N 2: As you may or may not know, I haven’t written anything in an absolute age. I have been struggling with writer's block and life has simply got in the way. But…I started this series a long time ago and a few chapters were just sitting in my docs. So I thought I would post the prologue in the hope that you guys enjoy it, want to read more and it may give me the inspiration to continue with it. I’m happy to say, most of you seemed to enjoy it so here is Chapter One. Please let me know what you think - comment and reblog if possible ❤️ Tag list is open if you wish to be added.

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3 weeks before Prologue

Dean walked through the winding streets of Pasadena, Los Angeles, making his way towards the precinct where he would now be working.

After spending a week in the hospital after ‘the incident’, he had been ordered by his Captain, Rufus Turner, to take some time off work to recuperate from his ordeal. Dean wasn’t happy with this command, and had been very resistant to agree. The police force was his life, and the idea of just sitting at home doing nothing was alien to him. But he knew that Rufus was not the kind of man you could argue with.

Rufus had been his chief for several years, and Dean knew that he wouldn't back down once he had made up his mind. He had tried to reason with him, explaining the importance of his job as a police officer, but Rufus had already made up his mind.

Flashback

"Look, I know how you feel," the older man had said, his tone firm. "But you need to take some time off. You've been working non-stop for months. You need to recharge your batteries, spend some time with your family, and just relax."

Dean knew that his Captain was right. He had been putting in long hours, working weekends and holidays, and neglecting his personal life. He had missed important family events, and he could feel the strain on his relationships.

"I understand, sir," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "But what am I supposed to do? I can't just sit at home and do nothing."

Rufus smiled. "I'm not asking you to do that. There are plenty of things you can do. You can take a vacation, travel, catch up on some reading, or do something you've always wanted to do but never had time for. The point is to take a break, clear your head, and come back refreshed."

The officer nodded, silently acknowledging the wisdom in the words he had just heard. He knew he needed a break, and he also knew that his Captain had his best interests at heart. He would take some time off, reconnect with his family, and come back ready to serve and protect.

"Thank you, sir," he said, standing up. "I appreciate your concern, and I'll take your advice."

Rufus nodded, pleased. "Good. Now, go enjoy yourself. That's an order."

When he eventually returned to work, the idea of being given a new identity and to move away from Lawrence, Kansas had been posed to him. He had been furious, but had eventually agreed when he realised if he didn’t, his life could be in danger.

It was going to be strange. A new day, a new station and a new name.

He pulled the badge from his pocket, the one that was mailed to him by his new superior Captain Bobby Singer.

Detective Jon Elliot.

Dean huffed a laugh. He recognised the mixture of names that had been chosen. Jon Bon Jovi and Joe Elliott. He was impressed. Even though he didn’t think he looked anything like a ‘Jon’, the name was something he was going to have to get used to. His life, and many others, were at stake.

Opening the heavy doors of the police station, he walked over to the desk officer.

“Detective Elliot to see Captain Singer,” he announced. The deputy nodded and picked up the phone. Dean turned around, noticing a few chairs to his left and sat down.

He looked around the reception area. It was full of people, coming and going, and was much bigger than the station he had worked in back in Lawrence. It consisted of a large communal area with around twenty desks and three offices. One that belonged to him and his partner Benny, one that had belonged to Captain Turner and one that had been used as a store room. There had been very little crime in the area he had originally worked in.

That was until Michael had come to town.

He shook the memory from his head, determined to not let himself be distracted today.

“Detective Elliott?” A burly, thick set, bearded man in his late 50’s was walking towards him, his hand outstretched.

“Captain Singer.” Dean stood and shook the man's hand.

“Please. Call me Bobby. There’s no formality here,” he said “Come with me if you will,” he continued, gesturing to a corridor on his left.

Dean nodded, and side by side the men walked quietly towards an open door.

Entering the spacious office, Bobby closed the door behind him as Dean took a seat by the large, oak desk. Taking a moment to look around the room, the Detective took a deep breath as he tried to get himself accustomed to the new surroundings. Photo frames filled with smiling faces adorned the wooden space in front of him. He could only assume that it was the family of the older man who he would be reporting into.

"Dean, I was sorry to hear about Benny," the Captain started, taking his place in his plush office chair opposite him before he steepled his fingers. "Terrible situation."

“Thank you,” Dean acquiesced, taking in the grim expression on Bobby’s grizzled features. He appreciated the concern, but was hoping that he wouldn’t be expected to go into too much detail. He wasn’t sure he felt quite ready enough to discuss what happened in depth with a stranger, even if he did mean well.

“Losing one of our own is always a deep blow,” the elder man continued, “And for it to be your partner while you were on a case must make it even harder to bear. I have lost a few colleagues…” Bobby’s words trailed off as he realised Dean was fidgeting in his seat, loosening his tie with his right hand, the fingers of his left hand drumming against the wooden arm of the chair.

“Anyway, I digress,” he went on, mentally kicking himself for making the new Detective feel uncomfortable, “I’m sure you’ll fit right in here. I trust your new accommodation is to your liking?”

Dean was happy that the subject had been changed. As Bobby had been speaking, he could feel his heart rate begin to raise, his palms getting sweaty. He wondered briefly if the Captain had noticed, and that was why he had stopped talking. If that was the case, Dean knew he needed to get himself in check. He could not perform his duties correctly if he couldn’t bring himself to talk about Benny. Even though no one else in the precinct knew his real identity except his superiors, it was enough that Bobby asking him questions had made him react this way for him to realise he may need to take the force up on the offer of a therapist.

“Yes, yes thank you Sir. It’s very nice,” Dean lied. The small apartment he had been supplied was in a rough part of town, above a liquor store, but he was grateful for the relative safety the tiny rooms afforded him.

“Okay so,” his new Captain went on, “I’ll introduce you to the team, using your assumed name of course. They’re a good bunch. A few mavericks that need to be reigned in now and again, but besides that, they behave themselves most of the time.”

Raising from his seat, Bobby buttoned his jacket as he walked past Dean towards the door. He opened it and gestured for the younger man to exit the stuffy office.

He was led through a corridor into a bustling investigation room. Numerous staff were typing away on keyboards, the clack of their fingers creating a cacophony of different rhythms. Desk phones were ringing loudly, most of them being ignored. A large white board containing photographs of suspects in the particular case they were currently investigating stood at the front of the room, words written in different colours of magic marker, some circled, some underlined filling in the gaps between images.

Dean followed his superior as he moved between the desks, the occupants standing up as the Captain passed, nodding at him briefly before taking their seats again and getting on with whatever work they had been doing. Some of them glanced at Dean as he walked closely behind, others ignored his presence.

It was clear that Bobby ran a tight ship and was well respected by his subordinates. The fact that they stood up when he approached their work station was a surprise to Dean, as this was not something anyone did for Rufus back in Lawrence, but he made a mental note to remember this in future.

The duo had reached the desk of an attractive blonde police woman. Her face was open and pleasant, a bright smile on her lips. She rose to her feet, as Bobby introduced her.

“Detective Donna Hanscum, this is Detective Jon Elliott.”

“Pleased to meet ya,” she said, holding her hand out. Dean shook it, warming to her friendly demeanour straight away.

“I’ll leave you in Donna’s capable hands,” the Captain told him, “come by my office before you leave for the evening.”

As Bobby turned away, Donna pulled a chair out and patted it. “Take a seat.”

“Coffee?” she offered, her eyes moving towards a vending machine in the corner of the room. “It’s not gourmet, but it does the job.”

Dean was relieved. He was desperate for some caffeine. “Please. Black, no sugar.”

“You betcha.”

As Donna prepared the beverage, Dean took in more of his surroundings. The staff were a mixture of uniformed and plain clothes officers, male and female, young and old. Some were busy on their desktops, others were leaning back in their seats, cellphones to their ears. Food was being consumed at work stations, papers were being shuffled, names were being yelled.

It was so different to what Dean was used to, but he liked it. It distracted the tumultuous thoughts that haunted him, even in his waking hours.

Donna, returning to her desk, brought him out of his reverie. He took the plastic cup gratefully and gingerly sipped the tepid liquid. She was right. It was far from gourmet, muddy tasting and luke warm, but it provided the caffeine hit he really needed right now.

“Nasty right?” Donna chuckled, obviously noticing Dean’s disdainful expression.

“It’s fine,” he smirked, placing the cup down.

“So, Jon,” Donna said, turning her body towards him, “What brings you here?”

Chapter Two

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anyaexe · 1 year ago

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"at least it wasn't star wars. so you have some nerd cred intact still." she laughs at the half-admission. "so what is it then? just some burning desire to snoop?" people's devices were always intriguing. most of the time, people conducted themselves like no one could possibly gain access to their phone or their computer, and it showed in what was kept on their hard drives. not all of it was incriminating (in fact, most of it wasn't), but she'd seen enough bookmarked fanfiction, filenames that were just keysmashing and unsent messages in her time to know that sometimes, the legal stuff was plenty more potent blackmail material than criminal things could ever be.

"she's clever, she's biting enough to write those posts, and she's got the theoretical background. it'd be sloppy detective work to dismiss her, i think." she knows precious little about just how good charlie might be at the tech stuff, but even if her skills didn't stretch as far as to make her able to be g on her own - she had the means to pay someone to do the boring stuff. then again, they think with that inward sigh of someone whose thinking was going in circles. it could be anyone. "you know i'm too lazy to do something like this." a little laugh. "all that admin? and for what? i'm pretty certain it's neither of us."

"what makes you think it's the dean? do you think he's drumming up funding through scandal or something?"

Ollie laughed a little bit, nodding his head. Hey, he’d fallen asleep watching movies in a theater to, but he’d give it to Anya that the latest ones weren’t really even that interesting. “I fell asleep during a Lord of the Rings showing once. Sh, don’t tell anybody or my nerd cred will be destroyed.” He hadn’t spilled any popcorn though, at least. He laughed a little bit, and raised his eyebrows. “That’s not why I want to look through his phone,” Ollie stated plainly. He figured he wouldn’t be able to find anything that interesting on there, in fact Milo may have erased anything interesting at all before giving it to Anya. Not that either of them couldn’t easily retrieve it should they want to. But he wasn’t interested in his secrets, or anything shady like that. He was genuinely just curious. What the fuck did Milo keep on his phone? What pictures did he save? What apps did he use? Did he play games? That was all he wanted to know.

He sat down cross legged, his mouth twitching a little at Anya’s suggestions of who she thought it might be. “You know, me and Parker were making a list of who it could possibly not be, and she put Charlie on her top choices of who it probably wasn’t. Which was surprising to me, just as surprising as it is having her on your top choices of who it could be. Though, you know she is in computer science. Maybe me underestimating her will be my downfall,” he mused. Needless to say he didn’t think it was Parker, or Dartboard. But Ollie wasn’t sure if he really thought it was anyone. No students, at least. “I told Parker to put you on the ‘Definitely Possible’ list,” he said, a quirky grin spreading across his face, “but only because if I suddenly learn there is someone else here that would be good enough to do all this shit I’ll be pissed.” He meant it in a nice way! “I think it’s the Dean,” Ollie added, suddenly a lot more serious. Though his expression wilted a second later. “But then like - fuck. I don’t know! Valentines day was so fucking weird… I don’t know what to think anymore.”

#ollie inoue.#ollie 003.

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wayward-dreamer · 2 years ago

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Reluctant Renegade - Masterlist

Pairing: Vampire!Dean x Female!Detective!Reader

Summary: After the night that saw his transformation into a vampire, resulting in the death of his wife, Dean spends his lifetime seeking revenge on the one that turned him. Reluctantly living outside the law because of what he is, he finds his niche as a bounty hunter, hired by families looking for someone, anyone to avenge the deaths of their loved ones. He doesn’t play by the rules, finding justice for the victims by any means necessary.

But as dead bodies rack up and catch the attention of a young, naive but by-the-book detective, she won’t stop until she finds out who's responsible for them. Dean knows he has to convince her of his innocence, but can he do that while maintaining his secret? And when the alpha that sired him finds him first, can he keep Y/N safe?

Based on the song Blood Like Lemonade by Morcheeba.

Warnings: Angst, violence, blood, pinches of fluff.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Epilogue

This series is complete!

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winchest09 · 3 years ago

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Red

Pairing: Detective!Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3819

Summary: Dean Winchester was a hardworking detective, and after a case had been dropped onto his desk, and a fresh murdered body had shown up in an alleyway, he needs to get to the bottom of all the killings. When he heads over to The Red Chip Casino in search of some clues, it's not just his money that he's gambling.

Rating: 18+ (Dark themes)

Warnings: [SPOILERS BE HERE. DO NOT READ IF YOU WANT NO SPOILS] Violence, descriptions of murder, death, insinuated smut, language, dark themes, kissing, guns, knives, blood, murder, swearing.

A/N: I really hope you enjoy this oneshot of mine, something that entered my head not to long ago and then wouldn't leave. Let me know your thoughts if you have time! <3 Also, massive thank you to my wonderful girls, @deanwanddamons & @cockslut-padalecki for going over this and being my beta’s. I love you both to the moon and beyond <3 ______________________

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Standing at the bar of the busy casino hotel, Dean Winchester nursed a tumbler of whiskey. It had been a rough night, an evening of dead ends and no fresh leads for his case. It was frustrating to say the least, knowing that a serial killer was on the loose and all that was ever left behind was a single white card and a smudge of red lipstick. He knew that the killer was female, even though the rest of his colleagues thought that this was a ploy to throw them off the scent of the real murderer. Of course they did check the make up smeared card for any DNA but unfortunately, the system came up blank. This enticing individual was still a mystery.

As his fingers gently and periodically tapped on the side of his glass, he allowed his green eyes to scan over the crowd. He had just come back from the latest crime scene; a body had been found in an alleyway not too far from this establishment with a small dagger embedded into his heart and the same calling card left on top of his bleeding chest. He was the seventh victim in a three week period. As soon as this case landed on Dean’s desk, it had never left his head. There was something so interesting and riveting about this one, he was unable to let it go and yet he was unable to put his finger on why.

His intuition as a detective had brought him to this hotel and gambling establishment; The Red Chip Casino. It wasn’t too far away from where the deceased had been found, and after having a look on one of his many maps, he had identified that whoever this bloodthirsty individual was, they were working around the area in radius and this place was directly in the middle. Of course, that could be incorrect and what the killer wanted him to believe. Still, his gut had never steered him wrong in the many years he had been on the force and he wasn’t about to stop listening to it now.

The place was full of gamblers and drunken individuals losing all their money. There were businessmen, rich and poor alike. There were husbands who were swayed way too easily by the female staff to part with more of their chips and there were many other men, like the group to the right of him, on their bachelor party just looking for a good night out. But Dean could look through that veil of illusion. This was a feeding ground for the huntress that stalked in the shadows before hiding in plain sight. She was clever, calculated and always seemed to be one step ahead.

After a few minutes of examining the sea of people that made up the bustling crowd, his eyes landed on her. A body that held confidence, power and made him stand up just that little bit straighter. She was elegant, beautiful and she stood out like the lightning in a wild storm. He continued to watch, transfixed, as she strode through the people, men and women parting as if she were someone of importance. He noted how her gaze was trained on the bar, one long leg perfectly being placed in front of the other as her black heels clicked loudly against the marble floor. Dean couldn’t resist staring, his darkened irises raking over her body and appreciating the alluring crimson dress she was wearing. It hung off her shoulders, cut off just above her knees with only a little cleavage on display.

Red had never looked so beautiful.

Without giving him so much of a second glance, she sat herself down on the stool next to him, raising her hand in signal towards the bartender, the obvious sign that she wanted a drink. As Dean continued to study the situation in front of him, he noticed that this captivating woman didn’t even have to speak her order, the man was standing just a few feet away from them both already preparing a whiskey on the rocks. That made the detective realise that she was either a regular to this hotel, or she was quite close to the individual who was filling a crystal tumbler with ice.

He couldn’t help another, lingering gaze. She was wonderfully beguiling; her hair was pushed to one side which showed off the tear drop diamond earrings perfectly. Her make up was pristine, not a line or black smudge in sight. Her wrists were also elegantly wrapped in gemstones and gold, and yet she lacked an engagement or wedding band. The woman next to him was one of status and she was one that was fiercely independent; that much was obvious.

“See something you like, detective?” Her voice startled him slightly, his eyebrows reaching his hairline when her words sunk in. He clenched his jaw, ticked his head to the side as he clicked his tongue against his teeth.

“How do you know I’m with the law?” His response was smooth, his voice deep and authoritative, but quiet enough that only she would hear. His gaze quickly moved from her to the barkeep who came to stand in front of them, sliding the ordered alcoholic beverage across the mahogany surface. He kept his vision trained on it, watching as this woman’s freshly manicured nails wrapped around the crystal.

“Well,” she started, before bringing the edge of the glass to her lips, stopping to take a lucrative sip. As she placed it back down onto the white square napkin that had been provided, she glanced back at Dean, a seductive stare from under her lashes. “Your badge is on the inside of your jacket and from the way you’re leaning, it’s visible for all to see. And your dressed down attire makes me think you’re higher in the ranks than an officer.”

She kept eye contact the entire time and he couldn’t help but feel a little heat rush through his body at her confident tone. He had been rumbled, and he was very impressed. But still...he refused to give his position away so all he did was respond with a smirk, a move that caused the woman in front of him to raise a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

“So is it Detective? Or should I call you… Captain?”

“How about you call me Dean?” It was a clear statement, one that avoided him from revealing his title to a complete stranger, no matter how captivating she might be.

“Well, Dean, you still haven’t answered my question.” With her reply, she brought her drink up back to her lips and took another generous sip, an action that he mimicked resulting in him finishing his liquor.

“I don’t know your name,” he fired back, his smirk still pulling at one corner of his mouth as he pushed his glass away from him with two fingers. The detective heard how she let out a low chuckle, musing into the amber liquid, her fingertips generously sweeping the edge of the glass in a circular motion.

“You need that bit of information to answer a simple, flirtatious enquiry?” The woman in red softly asked, crossing one leg over the other as she angled her body to face him fully. He had managed to get her full attention and he couldn’t help the way his emerald orbs dropped from her face, to the plump swells of her breasts.

“It’s a fair trade,” he simply responded before their eyes met and he held onto her stare.

When Dean had come to this casino, he had come looking for clues about his case, not for a hookup. Yet as he stood there with this alluring woman next to him, he couldn’t help the way his body responded to her. Maybe he did need to let off some steam, he had been working incredibly hard lately and with no woman waiting for him at home, he hadn’t exactly had a lot of chances to get himself truly and utterly lost between the legs of the opposite sex.

“Hm,” she hummed, choosing to finish off her whiskey with elegance before sliding the glass next to his empty one. It’s then that she smirked, her eyes holding an emotion that enticed him. “Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N,” he smoothly responded, enjoying the way her name rolled off of his tongue. “I was actually thinking about how you appear to control the crowds without so much as a word.”

Dean turned to rest his back against the counter, his head nodding towards the crowds who were currently cheering, laughing and creating a bedlam of noise as they gambled their money away. With this, Y/N also turned in her seat to quickly glance out to where he was looking and she smiled knowingly, her fingers coming to play with one of her bracelets on her wrist.

“I’m a regular,” she states simply before turning her attention back to him. “They know me.”

“Everyone?” The detective questioned, his eyebrows only slightly knitted together as he tried to work her out.

When she shrugged in reply, he found himself trying to work her out. Y/N was an enigma, and he found that completely and utterly fascinating. Normally women would be falling at his feet; one flash of his smile or upon hearing the first note of his deepened voice would be enough to have any lady hook, line and sinker. But she was different, like she was almost immune to his charm and that had him intrigued. She was a challenge, and he was more than ready to take it on. If anything could come of this frustrating evening, it would be enjoying a fine liquor before ending his night lost in a land of orgasmic delirium.

“Can I get you another drink, sweetheart?” he offered, his hands leaning against the edge of the bar as his eyes stayed trained on her. To that, she smiled and he couldn’t help but reciprocate the action; the evening was going just the way he wanted it to.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Y/N responded smoothly, her fingers coming to play with the singular tearstone diamond that hung around her neck, the chain threading through her grasp, “same again.”

With that, Dean signalled the barmen before gesturing to the empty glasses. With a simple nod, the worker turned and grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the shelf before quickling refilling both of the tumblers in front of him. The detective could only smirk when he noticed she was drinking the same brand that he had been. She’s a woman with taste.

Sliding his dollars down onto the mahogany wood, he pushed them forward, not caring to see if the worker took them or not as all of his attention was now back on the woman next to him. She brought the brown liquor to her lips once more, the ice clinking against the crystal as they slid closer to her mouth. He couldn’t help but imagine using those very same cold cubes on her body, teasing between her breasts and leaving a trail of whiskey tainted water behind; a trail he would happily lap up with his tongue.

“So, are you workin’ a big case at the moment, Mr Detective?” Y/N asked with a seductive tone, her forefinger catching the stray droplet of alcohol that wanted to cling to her lower lip.

“I’m off duty, enjoying a little downtime,” came his casual response, one shoulder coming to meet his ear in a laid back shrug. Of course, he didn’t want her to know the truth, that he actually came here to see if he could find any clues to the elusive killer he was hunting.

“In the middle of a busy casino?” Her chide earned her a widened grin, and he had to give it to her, she was intuitive. But he wasn’t stupid, nor had this been his first time in front of a very attractive woman who would be asking for more information about his job. The less they knew the better.

“Might feel like playing cards later,” he lied, giving her his best poker face, one he had spent many years perfecting. After a moment of silence between them, one that was spent with gazes locked as the seconds passed, it was a deceit that she believed.

“I’m sure I could think of something more thrilling you could be doing,” she spoke up in a suggestive manner before her eyes fell on the rest of her drink. Her fingers slowly curled around the glass, before she quickly and promptly finished the remains. Dean felt his jaw clench slightly, a familiar excitement already building within him at the prospect of him getting his own way. His evening was certainly going the way he had hoped.

“Is that so?” He mirrored her movements, taking a hold of his glass with the ever so tempting alcohol resting inside. Yet just before he took a sip, he couldn’t help but falter his actions due to the distraction Y/N was now providing.

Her empty tumblr had been abandoned and she had since reached into her purse to pull out a compact, and a ruby lipstick. Dean could not help but be drawn to her mouth, watching as she slowly repainted the soft skin, her lips looking as tempting as a fresh glass of water on a hot summer's day.

Red had never looked so beautiful.

Placing her make-up back where she had retrieved it from, she glanced up towards the detective from under her lashes, “Fancy a private nightcap, Dean?”

“Depends on what you’ve got to offer,” he chuckled low and deep, giving in to the temptation of the alcohol in front of him. “I only like the best.”

“Oh baby,” Y/N bit into her lower lip when she slid off her barstool, her hand coming to rest on the detective’s shoulder. Leaning in closer to his ear, her breath brushed over his skin as she whispered, “I am the best.”

With that, she walked away, her heels once again clicking against the marbled floor. And he watched her go. He feasted his eyes on the way her hips were swaying, how her hair was bouncing and not once did she look back. Confident, he thought, even though he had been coming onto her, it appeared that she had gotten him hook, line and sinker. So he didn’t waste another moment, wanting to lose himself in euphoria to forget the stresses his case was bringing. He knocked back the last of his whiskey and took off in hot pursuit of the woman who had all of his engines running. The elevator doors had opened, she had stepped inside and turned, her finger hovering over the penthouse button when she spotted him metres away. With one foot outside his metaphorical stairway to heaven, she followed through with her actions giving Dean just enough time to slip in beside her before the crowds were shut out.

Within the first movement of the box they were standing in, Y/N was on him, her palms pushing on his chest until his back collided with the golden railing behind him. Her mouth connected with his, kissing him with fervour before she sneaked her tongue past his bottom lip in a teasing manner. Dean couldn’t help but drink her up; she tasted like the liquor she had been drinking and it was intoxicating. She was intoxicating.

His hands caressed her sides, his thumbs coming to grace the side of her breasts before he cupped her face, his fingers entwining in what hair they could reach. The detective spun them around, now pushing her against the wall which was rewarded with a little moan leaving her, a sound that delighted him and one he hoped to hear more of. He pulled back from her mouth, his kisses trailing now down her neck to stop on her bare clavicle; sucking and biting, hoping to leave a mark. Yet before he could get too enthusiastic, the doors opened and his attention was drawn away at the sound. They had arrived at the penthouse and his eyes widened slightly at the sight. She was definitely a woman of power.

Y/N bit into her reddened, and swollen bottom lip before she pushed him backwards into her space, an action he enjoyed. As she stalked towards him, it was then that she slowly rid herself of her heels, her gaze trained on him the entire time. Her dress was next, the material peeling from her skin, teasing as it gradually dropped to the floor. Dean instantly hardened at the sight of her; her breasts were bare, his red marks littered her collarbone and she was left in just her black lace panties. He couldn’t help but swallow as his brain tried to come up with the words he wanted to say. It wasn’t often he met a woman that held this kind of confidence on their first encounter, one that wanted to take control and steer their ship, and he was more than happy to oblige. It was refreshing to say the least.

Within seconds, her fingers were pushing at his jacket, pulling it down his arms just halfway which allowed him to finish off the job. Discarding it onto the floor by his feet, his hands rested on top of her hips, her bare skin feeling warm beneath his touch. She once again began to kiss him with vehemence, her mouth feeling like a sin all in itself, as she worked on loosening his tie. He felt how she pulled on it, and he was waiting for the break where she would pull it up over his head but it never came. Dean felt her body shift slightly yet her mouth never left his as she continued with her intense pursuit of pleasure. This was where he grew a little impatient and took back some control, pulling away to remove the small piece of material so this show could get further down the road. Yet as he opened his eyes to start pulling away, he noticed how Y/N’s were already open and her attention was on the small ornamental dagger that she was now clutching in her hand. The silver glinting in the golden lights of the penthouse.

As if someone had pressed the slow motion button on his life, he saw himself quickly dodge backwards as she lunged for him in fury, her weapon missing his chest by millimeters. He reached for the gun he had tucked in the back of his pants, the cool metal already feeling delicious in his palm as he brought it around to point at her in warning. Y/N backed off slightly, but her red smudged lips were curved into a malicious smirk; she knew what she was doing, this was her plan the entire time. In that brief and short moment, he noticed a photo on the cabinet to the right of him. It was a picture of the victim he had just seen hours earlier on the cold, wet concrete of the alleyway, a dagger through his heart. Dean had been right with his investigation, he had been correct in thinking this was where the killer retreated to every single time, he had accurately predicted the gender and movements of the prolific murderer.

A momentary lapse in concentration caused the killer to take another lunge at the detective, but his reactions were quick and he managed to grab the wrist that held the dagger, disarming her before twisting her arm around and forcibly pushing Y/N away from him. She stumbled and hit the edge of the couch, her body hunched over as a loud and unsettling laugh left her. She was enjoying this.

“It’s you?!” Dean announced, the feeling of disgust and naivety flooding through his veins as he kept his pistol trained on her. If only he had looked closer at the signs. If only he had looked closer at the situation they were in back at the bar, maybe he would have clicked onto this sooner.

“You wanted the best, right?” she mocked, almost singing the words as she slowly straightened her spine.

The detective kept his sights set on her, watching for any flinch and any sudden movement, knowing in his gut that one was about to happen. Like he predicted, Y/N fastly spun on her spot and Dean had already identified that she was holding a gun in her palm and she was going to fire it. She must have had it hidden down the side of the couch she had been bent over. With fast reflexes, and with no remorse, he squeezed his trigger and shot first, the bullet he had fired piercing her heart.

She stood in shock for a second, her facial features twitching as blood started to pour from her wound, down her naked torso into a puddle by her feet. Her own weapon dropped to the floor before she followed, rolling onto her back. Dean slowly moved forward, his pistol still pointed down at her as he watched how she struggled for breath, as the evil light in her eyes started to slowly fade and the detective couldn’t help the flair of anger that tore through him.

“Oh sweetheart, you may think you’re the best,” he growled, using his right foot to kick away her gun just in case of some miraculous recovery, “but you have never met a Winchester.”

With her lipstick smeared over his own mouth, the detective slowly crouched down next to her and watched as she struggled to stay alive, as she sucked in her last breath and he smirked, as her life left her body. His gaze then moved to the ever growing pool that was staining the cream carpet that the killer was lying on, and he moved his foot away so as to not get stained by her malevolence.

Finally, after weeks of trying to track her down and to avenge the poor unfortunate souls that had perished at her hands, he had delivered justice. Of course, he would have loved to have put Y/N behind bars and seen her rot away in a cell for her crimes, but this almost felt poetic. Dying by an injury to the heart, just like her victims.

After a moment, Dean stood and moved just a few feet away, one hand reaching into the pocket of his pants to retrieve his cell. It was time to call this in. As the dial tone sounded in his ear, his eyes once again dropped to the tricking claret that was staining her skin, the rivers of life creating intricate patterns across her body before joining the large puddle beneath her.

Red had never looked so beautiful.

I really hope you enjoyed this oneshot! It means the world to me that you’ve read it, so thank you. xox Tags will be separate <3

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