#good job Caleb loves her because jeez. what a handful~

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omg loved that blurb!! now i would like to see y/n being bossy in the company, like what if she had a shitty day and she’s in the worst mood and just wants to see her husband (they’ve been married for like 2 months) for a while and then go home and relax but an employee is acting up and she just straight ass fires them !! and the employee is like “you don’t even have the authority to do that” and she goes like “oh i do, all of this is also mine” and harry is just watching her and gets soooo turned on

Actually She Can (mini blurb)

In all of YN’s time. She’d only fired one employee and that one alone. She’s not a business women despite owning fifty percent one of the biggest companies on the earth.

YN isn’t ever in the office for more than an hour and it’s never for anything other than to visit Harry or bring him lunch.

They’d been married for about two years at this point.

It’d been a rough day and she knew seeing Harry would make it better.

She had to pop into the urgent care due to slicing her hand while cutting watermelon. Resulting in four stitches on her left palm.

Then someone tapped their car right into YN’s bumper and even though there was only a chip of paint missing - the man was freaking out because he’d worried he’d get kicked off his insurance for hitting a £200,000 Bentley SUV.

YN had reached her limit for the day - which only occurs once in a blue moon. Harry was the only one who could relax her.

Plus he wanted to see her to kiss her hand better - if they’re being honest.

The lower level is bustling with hectic people in business suits and dresses. Like they’re all running late for something.

She manages to get onto the top level, Harry said he was just about done with a meeting in the conference room and to relax - maybe get a coffee from the break room and he’ll meet her in there.

YN does that, there was nice, expensive machine - that one that you could choose espresso, cappuccino, etc…

When the hot chocolate is brewing, a broader man steps into the room with her. She notices when he fixes his hair self-consciously.

He attempts to come off casual, “Hey there, are you new around here?”

“No, I’m not,” YN says shortly, not in the mood to deal with a sleazy dude in a suit too tight for him.

“I can show you around…” The man tries again, he leans against the counter and is a bit too much in her personal space.

“Can you step back? You’re too close,” YN grits with frustration, leveling up to the man.

He takes just one step back and puts his hands up, “Jeez, I’m just trying to be nice.”

She can’t handle this chauvinistic asshole, “No, I don’t want you to show me around. I truly do not want anything you have to offer me, so please leave me alone.”

Neither of them see Harry standing by the door, his instant reaction was to jump in but when he sees the fire in his wife’s eyes - he knows she has this handle.

“Good, I wasn’t interested anyways, bitch,” The man snaps, automatically defensive now that he’s gotten blatantly turned down.

Harry bristles but stays silent.

“I hope you weren’t interested in keeping your job. You’re fired,” YN hisses, staring him down with nothing but fury in her eye.

Harry is not ashamed to admit he was hard.

His wife was so fucking hot it didn’t make any sense. He wanted to press her up against that counter and….

The man barks out a laugh, “Who the fuck do you think you are? You can’t fire me.”

Bingo. Harry’s turn.

“Actually she can.”

They both look over to him. YN with relief and Caleb with horror that his boss had obviously overheard the conversation.

“Caleb, I’d love for you to meet your other boss. My wife, Y/N Styles,” Harry’s voice is playful as he sends a subtle wink at his wife.

“I’m a-am so sorry,” Caleb stammers, not so tough anymore.

“H, can you give him the information for HR for unemployment? I’ll meet you in your office,” YN hums, flicking Caleb one last hostile look.

Harry is just….fuck. He can’t even explain the want he feels for the women in front of him.

—-

After dealing with Caleb, Harry is rushing back to his office.

Harry opens the office to his wife sitting on the one leather sofa with an annoyed expression.

He’s not embarrassed when the first words from his mouth are, “Get your arse over here, need t’fuck you. Now.”

[checkingoutforheroes]

Hero.

Pairing: Natasha x Fem!reader , Avengers x Platonic!reader

Words: 2364

Genre: Angst at first, Fluff ending.

Warning: Being dumped. I think I’m not cursing in this one. Lmk if there are any.

Note: Read as Natasha pov

Flashback...

Y/n and I are fighting. Wait. No, not fighting. More like screaming, at each other. For the first time in a long time. This is not a funny or jokingly screaming. This is a serious scream. Why?

   “Are you sure about this, Natasha?” Y/n turn around to look at me with her red teary eyes.

“Yes, and I have to leave before you love me.”

  “Well, I already fell for you, Natasha! Can you not see it?! Deny it how you want but you do feel the same. Trust me, I know!”

“I’m sorry that you did. I don’t want to mess or hurt you any further. ”

  She looks down for a moment before looking back at me, wiping her tears. “I don’t want your apology.” She sniff and force a smile while I just looking at her. “You have never hurt me, Natasha. Ever.”

I move closer to hold her hand “Y/n...”

  She tilt her head to look at me one last time “Goodbye, Natasha Romanoff.” And just like that. She walked out of the compound. She’s right. I do too have feeling for her but this is what the best for her and her own safety, or we’re just not destine together. Or, that’s what I thought.

Present...

The team and I are having breakfast like we’re usually did every other morning and of course Wanda have to ask about her other friend. “It has been almost two months I think since Y/n is here.” I just look down on my plate.

Tony interrupt “Yeah, where is she? I miss her coffee. She made the best coffee ever! Not gonna lie.” Clint kind of sense that we have something going on. “You can buy the whole Starbucks store Stark. Get over it.”

“Get over it?” Steve looks at Clint and Wanda ask again “Something happened?” Tony interrupt again “Yeah, there must be something. Y/n is always here. Except when she have field trips or camping with her students. We like her here, she’s happy when she’s here.” Steve try to stop him but God knows even Pepper can’t stop him. “Tony. Stark.” Tony continue “That doesn’t seem weird to you?”

I finally speak. “What Stark? Huh? I am asking the same question too! Where is she? I wish I have the answers for you guy. I’m sorry but I don’t!” They all been quiet for a minute until Tony open his mouth again. “Jeez. Did you guys broke up?” I look at him “Broke up? We’ve never together.” 

Steve smiles “I maybe old school but I don’t think I’m that fool.” Clint turns to talk while Wanda drinks her coffee. “You guys been doing all those things. Even blind people can see it.” “What things?” I ask and Steve answer “All the things that lovers do.” “Want me to specify it for you?” Tony ask and Wanda told him to stop. “I think she understand, Stark. Let her speak. Or not. It’s her choice. She’ll tell us when she’s ready or want to.” I’ll excuse myself “ Thank you, Wanda.”

Few hours later, I go to the kitchen and Wanda is there. Making lunch for everyone. “Oh, hi Nat.” I grab a glass and pour water in it “Making lunch for everyone?” Wanda chuckle while stirring whatever in that pot “Someone has to.” “Yeah.” I sip my water and just stare at my glass for a couple of minutes. Wanda breaks the silence. “Okay, I know I said that you will tell us what happened between you and Y/n when you’re ready or want but, I can’t take it. You’re killing me.” I look at her “I don’t think you know-“ She cuts me before I finish “Yeah I know that you know I don’t know what you don’t want me to know but your thoughts are too loud. You are battling with yourself. There’s war inside your head. I can’t fully control my power and I don’t mean to invade your privacy. So, can you help a sister?” I just stare at her, she turns off the stove and sit next to me. “If you don’t want to tell the boys, you can talk to me.”

My eyes still glued to my half empty glass “It was my fault. She walked away the last time we had a movie night together. I, we had a fight after that. Your best friend walked away and it is my fault.” I turn my head to face her, didn’t even notice I that I’m crying until a few drops fell down on my lap. “I’m sorry.” Wanda stay silent and I go on “You guys thought that we were an item but we aren’t. Well she wants to but I didn’t.”

 “You’re scared.” Wanda said.

I nod. “Yes.”

 “Of love?” she asks.

“Of losing her.” I said. “So I ran away. I make her cry. She’s being expose. Every time we go out either with me or any of you, she’s expose to danger and threats. I don’t have a clean past, Wanda. Someday, my past will corrupt me. Besides, our line of job makes me worrier. Enemies everywhere, they can take and harm her anytime.”

 “Does she know?” Wanda asks.

Shaking my head. “No. I didn’t say much that night. I said that I’m sorry, but she doesn’t want my apologized.”

  “You’re a jerk! No offence.”

“I deserved it.”  

 “Of course she doesn’t want your apology. She wants answer and you didn’t give her a damn reason to leave or stay. She’s upset. Trust me, that girl is willing to die for you, Nat!” I look at Wanda, she never raises her voice at anyone, except Sam, Tony and her late brother, Pietro. She continues. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you but she’s my best friend and you’re too, and my mentor so, I have to be the one to knock some sense to you.”

“What do you want me to do?”  I asked.

 “Stop being scare and push people out. I mean it’s almost two months and you just keep it to yourself. You are not alone, Nat. You can talk to me or us.”

I smile a little. “You already know did you?” “That’s why I asked you about her this morning. I’m sorry, I should have just talk to you personally.” Wanda said and brush her off. “You didn’t know the whole story. It’s okay, the boys are her friends too. Tony’s right. Her coffee is the best.” I look at Wanda and smile. “And your food is the best.” Wanda smiles big “Now, that’s the spirit! Don’t worry Agent Romanoff, we are going to get you your person back. Now, save your tears and let’s have lunch.” I nod. “I’ll get the plate.” Wanda nod and stand from her stool “And I’ll get the boys.” She moves two steps forward and yell “BOYS! LUNCH TIME….!!!!” I look at her weirdly “What? They know their ways.”

I park right in front of Y/n work place. She a kindergarten teacher. Wanda look at the kids outside and smiling really big. Turns out they are having Fun-Day today. “How do you know she’s here? What if she quit the job and move to another country?”

“Wanda, she’s your best friend. You should know her better. She loves those kids to quit her job. Plus, I tracked her phone. She’s here. Look.” I show her the tracking apps.

 “You knew her whereabouts THIS WHOLE TIME?!! And do nothing?”

“Of course I know. I love her. Should I buy her flowers?” I changed topic.

 “No.”

“Chocolate?”

 “No.”

“Teddy bears or animal stuff?”

 “No. No. And no. You know she’s not that kind of girl. Just present yourself, it already means the world to her. She’s your crush. You should know her better.” Wanda smirking. There she is! School over. Go! I’ll wait here.”

 When most of the kid already out of the school, I approach her at the gate where she’s busy waving at her students. When I’m about to say hi, some kids notice me behind Y/n and call their other friend. Y/n turn around to see where her students running to and sees me.

 “Jake, Caleb, where are you guys going? Your parents waiting over there. Katy, Mila, where are you-“ She stops and just standing there. I know she wants to run but she can’t leave her students unsupervised. Let alone with an Avenger.

I look straight at her eyes and smiles a little. “Hi. Y/n.” “Hi.” That’s all we’re manage to say because we’re busy gazing at each other until the students pulling my legs and hands.

 “You are an Avenger!”

“Yeah! The Black Widow!”   “Can I have a picture with you?”

 “I’m your fan!”     “Me too!”

“You, might want to say hi to your little fans.” Y/n said and I look down. “Wow, that’s a lot of them. Hi little person. Okay, they have a lot of questions too! No, I’m not here to kill somebody. No, not killing an alien too. Yes, I ate vegetables. No, I’m not kidnapping your headmaster. What’s up you guys with murdering and kidnapping?” I turn to see Wanda and luckily she sees you. “Wanda. I could really use your help right now!”

Y/n see the situation is getting heated, she helping me out a little. “Okay calm down guys. Ms. Romanoff will answer your questions one by one.” Right on time, Wanda’s arrive. “Did I see Agent Romanoff being attack? By children.” Y/n looks up at her. “Wanda?” Wanda smiles “Yes and I’m here to save my best friend relationship and my mentor’s butt from children attack.” Wanda looks at the children “Hiiiii.... Good evening children of kindergarten!”

 “Scarlet Witch!”   “Look, it’s Wanda Maximoff!”  “You’re so cool!”  “You can fly!”

“That was fast.” Y/n said looking at Wanda entertaining the children and catch their attention so I can talk to Y/n. “Yeah, she has ways with children.” “I know. I’m her best friend.” Ouch that’s cold.

I talk to her. Hopefully she’ll listen. “I want to talk with you.”

 “You’re talking. Actually, my work time has ended 10 minutes ago but if you wanna talk about donation or social safety talk about this school, you can come again tomorrow morning. I’ll let the headmaster know about your approach.”

“I’m not here for any of that.” I said.

 “You’re to join our today activity then? Fun-Day, students, teachers and parents doing some fun activities together once a year.  You’re kinda late for that you know.”

“Am I too late to say sorry?” I said and Y/n just quiet. “I made a mistake. I really am sorry.”

 “I told you, I don’t want your apologies. And you made it crystal clear that we don’t have anything to do with each other.”

“Give me a minute to explain. Please.” I move closer to her but she move a step back. “Y/n, please. Just a minute. I promise.” Y/n look at me; her eyes are about to drop tears. She’s looking at her watch and counting “60, 59, 58….”

“You are right. I do have a feeling for you Y/n. I’m a coward. I’m scared that one day I’m gonna lose you. My job and my past put you in so much risk. A risk that I’m so scare to put you in. You know the world can see us, in a way that’s different than who we are. Wanda knock some sense to me and for once I listened and I really regret of what am I doing.”

 “You creating space between us. You know that our hearts feel the same but you separated it.” Y/n said looking anywhere but me.

I step beside her. “I want you to be safe Y/n. I want to protect and won’t let anyone hurt you. But those will not happen if you are with me, you understand what I mean. You deserve someone’s better. I don’t deserve you. I don’t –“

  My word was cuts by Y/n “That’s the problem! You don’t think you deserve something so you ruin it. You think you don’t deserve to feel happy?! You think I don’t?! You think you’re fine to let go of something that you really want in your dear life?! Well, I don’t. I don’t think you deserve all that, Natasha. I think you deserve all the joy, all the happiness in your life. Yes, you have a broken past but, you should not have a broken future too, Natasha." Her tears dropping heavily now.

I take her hand; her face softens while looking at me. “Let me redeem my mistake. I’ve learn my mistake and regret it with the rest of my life is you didn’t let me. I want us back together. I’m sorry I didn’t say this sooner. I love you. You are the best miracle that ever happened to me.”

 “What’s make you so sure I want us to back again?” She asks. Her face shows that she wants it too but afraid that I let her go again.

“I’m not Iron Man, I’m not a God, I can’t take your hand and fly you wherever you want to go. I can’t read your mind like Wanda and tell you everything you wanna hear but I’ll be your hero. I can be everything you need and if you are the one for me, like gravity, I’m unstoppable. Now I believe in destiny, I maybe just an ordinary human without her soul but if you’re the one for me, I’ll be your hero. Like the one you tell Wanda.”

Y/n let out a soft laugh “Could you be the one?” I laugh with her “Yeah, I’ll be your hero. When it’s meant to be, I’ll be one. So, I’ll wait for you. Whenever you want, whenever you’re ready.” Her left hand cupping my cheek and her right hand hold my hand. “Your world is my world. Your fight is my fight. You make me happy. I know where I’ll be Natasha Romanoff.”

“The last time you call me by my full name, I was in trouble.” I wrap my arm around her.

 “You will always be in trouble. You already commit to it, Agent Romanoff.”

“I won’t waste it. I promise. I love you Y/F/N Y/L/N. Or Y/F/N Romanoff. I guess that sounds better right?”

 “Shut up and kiss me.”

[chaoticforever]

Playboy Having Fun Part 2 | Yandere Dean Winchester x Playboy! Reader x Yandere Sam Winchester

A/N: Part 1 right here!

Fear. 

Was one emotion that you never felt. 

How could you feel fear? You were someone who smelled fear from a mile away, not someone who has it. It also has to do with how you were trained to be. You were trained to be a soldier, a warrior, a fighter who can take anyone out and can break someone with their own words. 

Just how you were made to be. Eons ago. 

You, along with Castiel were one of Heaven's strongest soldiers, and one of the most powerful Angels in the Garrison. 

The two of you always fought side by side, protecting each other and taking care of any demons, or other creatures who would get in your way. You both led armies at one point and did a hella good job at it, too.

You loved being an Angel of the Lord. Well, that was until he came along. 

Caleb. 

Another angel that was created by your father to assist you on missions when Castiel had missions he needed to go on alone. 

You and Caleb had spent many decades with one another. Fighting and smiting various beings, and even going to earth sometimes when you both had nothing to do, but sit at the park and watch over your father's creations. 

He even kissed you at one point which was weird at the time and made you feel something that you weren't supposed to feel.  

Unlike Castiel, you actually understood human behavior and emotions, having spent a lot of time watching over them. 

And when Caleb saved you from a demon attack, you felt that emotion again and knew what that emotion was. 

Love. 

You were in love with Caleb and this was a huge problem because you were not supposed to feel human emotions, but you were somehow able to. 

You'd hope Michael wouldn't find out.

He was the Viceroy of Heaven since father was absent. He could either lock you up, or banish you from Heaven. 

So, you decided to ignore these feelings. 

They would surely go away soon and everything would be okay again. That was what you thought at first before one day, Caleb confessed that he somehow developed feelings for you. 

Michael found out and flipped out. He liked Caleb, but couldn't have him in Heaven anymore, so he banished him to earth and erased his memory. He was reborn and would live a human life. 

You were so pissed at Michael and wanted to hurt him for that, but knew that you wouldn't win that fight. You may be a powerful angel, but Michael was an Archangel, making him way more powerful than you. 

Feeling hurt and confused, you called on your father and begged for him to send you to earth and be reborn as well, but with your memories kept. 

You wanted to be with Caleb again and didn't even care about being an angel anymore. Father had abandoned all of you, so he could at least grant you this one wish from wherever he was. 

And that he did. 

You were reborn again and still had the memories of your former life along with a vessel that was yours forever. 

As you grew up, you met Caleb again in college, of course he didn't remember who you were, but you were at least hoping he'd remember his former life. 

Since he didn't remember you, you took the liberty of being his best friend instead. You'd rather keep him as your best friend since he couldn't remember and became a playboy to hide the feelings that would remain unrequited. 

In all of that has happened, you never felt fear. Not the fear of losing Caleb, or the fear of not returning back to Heaven, so what was Castiel on about that? 

That was a good question. 

"...What?" You asked, setting your drink down on the table, "What did you say?" 

"It's Sam and Dean," Castiel said once again, "They have grown an obsession towards you and also put up angel sigils that stops me from entering the bunker. It's best if you stayed away from them." 

You blinked at the angel and massaged your temples, letting out a sigh of frustration. Now, this was starting to get out of hand. None of the people you slept with ever acted this way. Were you really that hot? You knew the answer to that, but you were not going to fear these little humans. 

"Castiel," You sighed, "I appreciate your concern, but I'll be fine. Their obsession with me will go away eventually once they realize I'm not into them." 

Castiel shook his head, "Don't be so sure of that, Y/N. Don't ever underestimate the Winchesters. They are dangerous and my grace is running low, so I might not be able to protect you if they come after you." 

"And you shouldn't underestimate me either," You retaliated, "Don't forget that I was one of Heaven's strongest soldiers, you as well." You reminded him. 

"But I still have my powers. You don't." He pointed out. 

"That's true, but I still have my skills   and intellect from my life as an angel. That didn't go away, not to mention that I can still see your true form if I want too." 

Castiel sighed, it was so hard to reason with you. You were too stubborn to see that something is clearly wrong with them. 

You were his oldest friend and he didn't want anything bad to happen to you. 

"Just please make sure that you carry your knife around all the time cause humanity is causing me to weaken." 

"Jeez Castiel! I'll make sure to carry my knife around. Damn, why did those writers have to make you, a strong angel so weak throughout the seasons." 

"What?" 

"Nothing, man! Now, go wherever you go, or you can sleep in the guest room."

Castiel went to the guest room that he would sometimes stay in when he came to visit you. He mostly stayed there when he would lie to the Winchesters and tell them that he had Heaven business to attend to, or when he didn't feeling like being bothered by them. 

You drank the rest of your glass before walking into your room and crawling into bed, putting your phone on the charger. 

You put the covers over your body and closed your eyes, feeling yourself about to drift off to sleep. As you began drifting off, everything that Cas told you came rushing back to you in an instant. 

Their obsession would go away, right?

XXXXX XXXXX 

Multicolored lights flashed on the dance floor, as dancing sweaty bodies pressed up against each other. Music blared throughout the club as you danced to some of the songs with a bunch of people's eyes on you. Apparently, you were the main focus tonight, but you loved it. You've always loved attention, and the spotlight. 

Castiel had insisted for you not to go back to the bar you met the Winchesters at, even though you told him that it's been a week and nothing has happened to you, he was still cautious about it, so you ended up going to this bisexual club that has recently opened. 

Alex ditched you when he got here, seeing a hot girl somewhere, and Caleb works the night shifts, unfortunately. So, you decided to dance by yourself with the exception of people looking at you. 

A pair of large arms wrapped around you, taking a huge sniff of you, "Damn, you look so sexy out here. You're definitely teasing almost everyone in here with the way you were dancing." 

You turned your head slightly to see a dark skinned man with brown eyes and curly hair. This man was absolutely handsome. 

"Elliot!" Someone shouted through the loud music and you saw a woman with brown hair and hazel eyes along with glasses walking up to you, "I thought we were going back to your place to have some fun," She whined and turned to stare at you when Elliot didn't respond, "Well, that's not far, Elliot! This guy is freakin' hot!" She exclaimed, and you felt heat crawl up to your face. 

"I'm sorry Candance, but this guy is too hot to pass up." He responded, not letting go of you at all as she rolled her eyes. 

Though, she couldn't blame Elliot. 

You were freakin' hot. Like supermodel hot and she would love to have one night with you herself. 

"Or," You suddenly spoke up, and Candace turned to face you while Elliot lifted his head up from your neck to look at you, "How about we turn this into a threesome instead?" 

"I'm down for that," Elliot said without a second thought and turned to face Candace, "Are you down for that?" 

She pondered at that thought. To have a chance with these two muscular men. There was no way she could pass up this opportunity. 

She nodded, "Sounds like a good idea." 

Elliot unwrapped himself from around you and took a hold of your right hand, leading you out of the club as Candance took a hold of your left, going with you guys. 

Some bodies pressed up against you when you were leaving, but you didn't mind despite feeling their eyes on you. 

Introductions of names were made as all three of you exited the club along with Elliot and Candance glaring at some people who tried to take you. 

Exiting the club, the cool breeze hit your face and you loved the way it felt since you were in that club with a bunch of sweaty bodies. 

"I think you both should be warned," Elliot spoke, which caused you and Candance to look at him, "Most people call me The Punisher when were in bed together." 

"Punisher? And why do people call you that?" You asked and Candance nodded. 

"That I would have to show you." 

"Are you a bad boy?" You teased. 

Elliot smirked, "Something like that." Oh, you wanted to know why he's called the punisher. 

"Get away from Y/N, and we won't hurt any of you." A gruff voice insisted and to the right of you, there they were. 

The Winchesters. 

You huffed, "Why are you guys here?" 

"We came to bring you home." Sam said, taking a step forward as you backed up behind Elliot and Candance who stood in front of you protectively. 

"And I told you both already that what we had was a one night stand, that's all."

"It was more than a one night stand," Dean argued, clearly stuck in his own delusion, "That night showed us how much you love us, and how much we love you. You're coming home with us and you're going to love us." 

"You guys are freakin' sick!" 

"Were sick?" Sam scoffed, "Us loving you with both our hearts means that were sick? I think you're the sick one and your ours, okay? We love you and you're coming with us." 

Elliot pushed Dean and Sam back a few feet with one hand, and they stumbled back slightly in this alley, "He's not going with you guys. You heard the man, he doesn't want anything to do with you both, so it's time for you to bounce." 

The brothers shared a brief look with each other before pulling out 2 guns, aiming it at Elliot and Candance as Candance screamed. 

Your fight or flight instincts kicked in, and you kicked the gun out of Dean's hand and kicked him where the sun don't shine. He fell down, clutching his groin. 

You went to kick the gun out of Sam's hand, but he was quicker. He moved the gun out of your reach and hit the gun over your head, knocking you out. 

XXXXX XXXXX 

When you awoke after some time, you saw that you were chained to a bed and was in a room that you didn't recognize. 

The room wasn't big, but wasn't small either. Pictures covered the creamy colored walls, and you saw a map of the town you resided in. Red dots were covering certain locations and you realized that those were the places you had been. 

Seems as if The Winchesters has been watching you long before you had that one night stand with them. 

The door opened and Dean walked in, seeing that you were awake. 

"You're finally awake, my little prince." He walked over to your side, grabbing the back of your head and tried to kiss you on the lips, but you moved your head to the side and got your cheek instead. He looked disappointed, "Don't be like that, sweetheart. I'm sorry that Sam hit you over the head, but you had it coming." 

"Dean, please just let me go," You pleaded. You never pleaded for anything in with the exception of your father, but you were willing to plead if it meant that you could leave, "I don't belong here." 

"Actually, you do belong here," Sam entered the room and kissed you on the forehead, "And the reason for that is because we need to protect you. We both have watched you from afar for a long time and infatuation turned into an obsession once we saw how many people are attracted to you. We can't let you leave. We lost so many people in our lives and we can't lose you, too." 

"Too many people," Dean chimed in, "And we refuse to lose you too, so we decided to lock you up here for our eyes only. We love you, Y/N. We want you as ours and to never share you with anyone else." Dean kissed you, on the lips this time, "Do you love us, too?" 

"I. Hate. You. Both. So. Much." 

Boy, was that the wrong thing to say. 

Their eyes widened in anger, and Sam grabbed your chin roughly, making you face him as you tried your best to make sure that you didn't look scared. 

Sam grinned at you, "We are going to have so much fun breaking you down. And you're not going to have a choice, but to love us." Sam walked out of the room and now it was Dean's turn to grab your chin roughly. 

You will break for us, sweetheart. And you'll love us the way we love you. Your playboy days are over. We promise to cherish you and love you for as long as well all shall live, and your going anywhere, my little prince. Ours forever."

Dean left the room and you stared at the wall ahead with a complete blank stare.  

You let out a sigh. How did this happen? How did you go from a playboy just having fun to getting kidnapped by two crazy obsessed hunters? 

You tried calling out to Cas, but there was no answer. 

An unpleasant feeling made you feel like you weren't getting out of this situation. 

But you did have an upper hand against them because there was a little flaw in their plan to break you down until you break completely. You couldn't be broken. 

After all, how can someone with no soul be broken?

XXXXX XXXXX 

[slashingdisneypasta]

Peter Hayes x Reader || Oneshot

Title: The One and Only 

Notes: 

This is set after the Allegiant BOOK. So, SPOILER WARNING, Peter has used the memory serum. 

I love this boy. And his lack of fanfiction is a PROBLEM.

Plot: For whatever reason, you were in love with Peter, and he was with you. But... now he’s gone. And you have to try and forget. Which is hard to do when he’s still around. 

Finally, he wants to remember again. 

Warnings: There is SMUT. Its indicated where though, so you can skip it if you like ^^ But there is a bit of plot in the middle. Also, swearing. 

~~~

“Hey, Y/N!” Without my permission, my heart does a little jump, but it’s not for the person who said hey to me. Sighing, I take my hands from my laptop and straighten my back, turning to smile at Peter as he comes over to me and takes a seat on the bench right by me. I’m sitting sideways on it so my laptop can be set on it as well, so now I’m facing him without turning and trying to notice how differently he sits down, to how he used to. It’s like he completely started over, which he kind of did. His whole life, “Wiped away by chemistry,”. Including the way he walked, talked, and everyone who loved him. Well, person.

Me.

Which was a total dick move on his part, which was the last completely in-character thing that he did.

But, I can’t be mad at this boy in front of me, even if he looks miraculously similar to the dick in question. From his shiny hair to the tips of his greedy fingers. “Hi, Peter, what’s up?”

“Just finished another recall lesson. Still nothing,” He shrugs, uncaring. I already told him that this is what he wanted by taking the serum, to forget everything. So, he doesn’t really try in these lessons that he’s forced to attend, by government law. He believed me right away, weirdly. And has been acting so aloof about it since like somehow, he understands, which of course he can’t. Because he doesn’t know anything about himself or what he did to cause his old self to want to erase his memory! The whole thing, his whole response to this life changing event is aloof, and its infuriating. It’s the main thing that hasn’t changed at all about him, along with his appearance and his firm aversion to sprouts. He’s still really, really annoying.

“You know, I’m glad you’re respecting his wishes to not remember, but maybe you should try and remember some things. I mean, the techniques are working for some of the others, right? You said, uh… Katie, remembered something? Her choosing ceremony?” I watch, expression changing from thoughtful to deadpanned as he takes my can of coke and swigs from it like he spent 3 dollars on it. Once he’s done, I snatch it away from him and set him with a glare as I put it down on the other side of the bench, away from him. It causes a mischievous grin to pop onto his face and a laugh, and I try to forget the other times he’s made that face at me before he took the serum. Because that Peter’s dead, and I need to let him go like Four’s letting go of Tris. It’s not fair to this Peter.

In response to what I said, he just shrugs his shoulders again and look away to across the park- where Caleb is taking some photos. We drove here together, him and me. In fact, we’ve been doing a lot together. As two of the only ones from the original group who knows everything that happened, we have a connection. Peter’s next words rip my attention from Caleb though and makes me want to blurt out no, immediately. “Nah, I mean old me wanted this for a reason, right? I mean, I do kinda wanna know why he wanted this, but I figure he was some kind of depressed loser with self-esteem issues. That’s good enough for me, to keep going like this. Don’t wanna be that.”

Words have escaped me. I guess, I figured he thought something like that the whole time, but… hearing it out loud, in such a certain tone, hurts. My heart fights for me to tell him he’s wrong, at the very least, but my brain tells me to let him go on. Don’t interfere. He told you, before he took the serum, to let him go. Still be friends but let go.

He was being unfair, but that’s nothing new is it? The asshole.

I press my lips together after I get over the shock and horror and kiss my teeth. Deciding this has been enough ‘friendship’ for today, I quickly save my work and shut down my laptop, closing it. “Yeah, um, Peter. I gotta go. Caleb! Caleb, are you done? I’m having an Old Peter moment, so we have to go now.”  

It’s not exactly a code, but it is what he or I say when we’ve had enough of new Peter or we’re remembering too much and need to get away. We use it for Tris, too. Even though she really isn’t here anymore. Caleb immediately starts putting his camera in its bag and walking over, without a word.

Peter himself looks unruffled by it, having come to accept it easily that I won’t always be able to handle this. He isn’t exactly cold about it… in fact, he’s understanding. Nearly nice. It makes me feel even sicker. “Oh, by all means, go. I’m gonna stick around a while, see you guys later.”

Caleb nods to Peter, reaching us and turning to me. “See you, Peter. Y/N? Are you oka- Oh,”I pick up his wrist and start dragging him to the car. As soon as I’m in the front seat and I’m buckle din, I look back over to the bench Peter’s sitting at, and catch him watching me. Trying not to scowl at him, I turn back to the steering wheel and turn the ignition. “It’s never going to get easier, is it?” Caleb asks from the passenger seat after a while, looking up from his camera on which he was flicking through the pictures he took.

I shake my head, immediately, heart still clenched in annoyance and ageing heartache. I risk a glance at him, chewing the inside of my cheek. “Nope, don’t think so.”

With that, there isn’t else to say, so we just hold hands. Tightly.

~~~

At dinner later in the community dining hall, I sit with Four and listen to him talk about work for a while. It’s a little awkward, and a lot strange seeing as we don’t talk at all, most days. Not since Tris died, but we’ve never acknowledged that and it’s been months. We were never close in the first place, but once you’ve fought a revolution with someone, you become attached. He’s a staple in my life just as much as I am his, and that’s why our relationship is so strange.

Nodding in agreement to something he said about how ridiculous milk prices are at the moment and how frustrating that is as I skewer a piece of broccoli and place it in my mouth. I don’t foresee Four’s and my relationship ever changing, seeing as we’re so different and have very little common and I don’t particular want to be best friends with him -acquaintances with a non-personal past is nice. Comfortable, without any expectations but still the understanding that we’re here for each other. I like it, - so there isn’t much in thinking about how strange it feels, I just thought I would mention it once to myself. “Also, the toilet paper, you seen that??”

He groans, in response, causing a bubbling laugh to travel up my throat from my chest. “It’s killing me.”

“Killing you! I have a lower paying job then you, I’m gonna have to start using the cardboard rolls soon!” He shakes his head, the tiniest grin on his lips as he looks back down at his food. I feel triumphant. “It won’t be good!!”

“Oh, jeez… “

“Hey, we’re gonna have to rig Secret Santa so you can buy me some, okay?” I point my fork at him conspiratorially. “I’ll get you milk.” He chuckles this time, making me smile.  

For the rest of dinner, we continue like that. Talking about our shared financial issues and even switching over to Caleb at one point and how he’s sitting so pretty on his high paying job and his stockpiled toilet paper. God damn Brainiac’s…

It’s a good distraction from Peter, a few tables away.

~~~

When I finally get home, after hanging with some other friends after dinner just outside the community centre, goofing around I nearly suffer cardiac arrest as soon as I walk through the door.

Peter is not usually a menacing presence. But when he’s sitting in my dark apartment in the middle of the night and I had no idea he would be there, that fact changes! I don’t let myself scream, though. I hold my breath until the urge disappears.

After a moment, I let out the breath deeply and turn fully to him, dropping my scarf and keys on the hallway table before moving further into my home, past him. “Peter… “I growl, annoyed at him instantly. I don’t catch the mischievous smirk he sends my back, but I do feel it. “What the bleeding hell?!”

“Sorry if I scared you.”

“Oh, you are not.”

“True.” His cheeky tone puts my senses on high alert. Both because a cheeky Peter has always and will always be something to worry about, and because it used to turn me on. Still kinda doe, but that’s not something I’m about to admit to this version of him. We haven’t established that kind of relationship, nor will we ever. Sighing as my heartbeat slows down to its normal speed, I check the battery level on my pheon before putting it on charge. Then, finally, I sit down at the kitchen table across from Peter and settle into figuring out why the hell he’s here. And… also… how he got in??? The door was locked??? “Key was under the mat, Y/N. You should probably find a more secure hiding spot. Or at least more creative, jeez.”

“… okay… “I roll my eyes. He has a point. “So, Peter, uh… why are you here?”

“Well, I… “I watch while he suddenly droops in confidence and draws something on the table with his finger. These moments are really weird for me. Peter was always so confident before, even when he shouldn’t have been. Its cute, but so, so weird. He draws the thing, whatever it is, then looks around the room, making me remember that he’s never been in here before. An attempt made by me to keep him at a distance, which I guess now has been turned to shit. His shy moment ends, and one corner of his mouth perks up in a half smirk. “I like your place, could get used to it here. I wonder… why haven’t you ever brought me here before?”

“To keep you at a distance.” I say, bluntly. Theirs a slight shift behind his eyes at it, making his mouth turn down a bit in a tiny scowl and his green eyes look cold.

“Has Four been here?”

“Uh… yeah.” I don’t know why I should lie, or why he would look so serious about it. Before the serum, this was his murderous face, but I’m assuming it must be something different now. New Peter doesn’t have an evil bone in his body. “He has, but not for long. He just came to help me move in, hasn’t been back since though… why? Uh, you know what, I don’t care. Why are you here?”

His serious face intensifies. “I saw you with him tonight, and it brought back some feelings. So, I have a question.”

Making a confused, and slightly frustrated face, I shrug. “What kinda feelings?”

“Jealously.” Oh, he’s playing blunt too.

That does make me think, though. Whether this is unwanted memories coming back, or just a glimmer, a shadow of the old Peter coming back for a second. Because, yes, this is exactly something that he would feel before the serum. Any time I was with another guy, especially Four due to his particular dislike of the tattooed, ex Dauntless, he would get so jealous. Usually, it ended with that guy receiving some kind of punishment or dirty look, and me getting Peter attached to me for the rest of the day. Now, though, I should just tell him to ignore it.

But… “So, what’s your question?” I can’t pass up the chance he’ll become a little more the Peter I love. Even though I shouldn’t.

He looks dangerously focused into my eyes, which is also very Old Peter-like. “Were we a couple, before?”

Ahhhh, whoops. I don’t know what I thought he was going to ask, but for some reason this didn’t occur to me. If I tell him the truth, he might remember more then he should. Not to mention the fact that it’ll ruin whatever relationship we have now. And if I tell him a lie, he’ll know. “Umm, well… uh, yeah.”

I hold my breath, as soon as the last word escapes my lips. Have I ruined it? Will he remember, and hate me? He’s silent for just a moment, not giving me enough to time to think of a plan if he does remember, before he leans back in his chair, muscles relaxing.

“Well, that’s news.” Well, that’s not the reaction I expected or one I wanted! At least be sensitive to my situation, Peter! He looks away from me and to the side of the room, and I watch. How will he take this? Will he leave? “Thought I felt something. No wonder I wanted to be with you so bad.”

“Hm, and I thought the new you was just annoying.” I get up from the table and head for the door. “Well, you better go, before you remember anything else,”

“Well, I kinda want to now.”

Don’t be serious, don’t be serious, don’t be serious…

“No, you don’t.” You didn’t want to remember before, you’ll hate yourself even more if you miss out on your one chance to change yourself easily. You’re already doing so well! Don’t do this to yourself, please. “Just trust me, telling you that you don’t want that.���

He looks at me again, and his green eyes change again. He gets up from his seat and comes over to me, a little too close. Oh, no. he doesn’t think just because I was with the other him that he’ll get any action, does he? The jerk. I look up at his face, craning my neck since he’s so close, and feel my heart plunge to my feet. He’s made up his mind, he wants to know. I shake my head at him, he smirks. “Come on, Y/N. Haven’t you missed me?”

I groan, and push him away. “Nooo… I mean, yes. But you’re not him. And I won’t take away your chance, to- “He brings me back to him his familiar hands on my hips. It’s like trying a drug that I long gave up… but still feels so good. Stubbornly though, I pick his hands off of me. I have to try to avoid his eyes. “Peter, go home.”

“No.” The resolve and the determination in his voice shocks me and I look up quickly at his face. He would’ve never refused to leave me alone like that earlier today. Already, his old self is coming… oh no. Groaning again, I turn to open the door and force him out. This is not good. We were doing so well! We were nearing our 6-month mark! It was going to work! And now… now… well, it can still work! It will. I just need to get him out of her- His hands are on me again, oh no. That feels good.

“Y/N… “He tightens his grip on my waist nearly painfully, so familiar and demanding me to give in and enjoy it. You know, before the morning comes and he remembers everything and shuns me. But I wont give up, and I put my hands on his again to try and peel them off, before his breath hits the side of my neck and his voice, dark and with that ever-joking way about it, causing me to pause. The asshole tone. “I want to remember, now. And you’re my ticket. Plus… you’re mine, right? I have some punishment to implement for talking to Four. For some reason that really pissed me off.”

My body’s ahead of my mine, in this. Already leaning back and feeling the warmth of his chest against my back while my mouth still talks about him leaving. “You’ll regret this.”

“Hell I will, now come on.” I turn around to face him, causing him to flash me a bright, Peter smile before he much too soon since I wasn’t really expecting him to ever do this again, kisses me, and it feels so good my resolve melts away. Of course, its still hanging around back there in the back of my heart, but now all the time I wasn’t touching him, wasn’t thinking about him this way has taken over. Not to mention pure, dumb, human sex drive.

SMUT FROM HERE ON

Kissing is nice for a couple minutes, at least. Everywhere his body touches mine, from our chests to our lips and our tongues to my arms over his broad shoulders and his hands holding my hips against his feels solid and exciting. The way he kisses me can only be described as being carnal. Purely animalistic, wanting to taste, and the way I’m kissing back isn’t different at all. I can’t help sucking gently on his tongue when his lips part, causing a lascivious groan to come from him.

In fact, in response, one of his hands comes up to cup the back of my neck and hold my head in place so he take control of the kiss entirely, the other arm hooking around my lower back and compressing me against him. I don’t know if it was his goal, but now I can feel clearly the wicked, familiarly full way of his pants when he’s turned on. Which he is, right now. Truly.

It makes me think for how long he’s been waiting for this, if he’s gotten so stiff so quickly. I can’t say though that I’m in much a different situation. My keenness for him is so that my core is dripping in wait, wanting to be filled by him. Impatient, I break the kiss and nearly give in to it again when his lips nearly follow me but stay strong. “Peter… “Oh god, oxygen. Breath, need it. He’s so hot. His hair’s a mess of brown surrounding his head, scar on his neck is calling out to be sucked on, and his eyes are beautiful. Green, and mesmerising, and tempting as ever. Giving in feels a lot like freedom.

“Yeah?” The word comes out as a breath, quiet with just a hint of his voice peaking around.

I trace my hands down from his shoulders to the rest of him, enjoying the feel. “Sit down, I can’t ride you standing up.”

“Oh, right.” Once he’s sitting down, I can clearly see his erection straining defiantly against his pants before he takes them off, his underwear going to the same place on the floor. I want to sit on it so badly, my legs shaking uncontrollably with arousal as I get rid of my own lower garments. When he sees my shining, wet pussy, he embarrassingly zeroes right in on it, an unstable smirk on his lips. Good, then. I like it when he’s unstable. Never know what he’s going to do to me. “C’mere, baby.” Tentatively, hoping I don’t trip on the way because that would be embarrassing as hell, I do as he says. As soon as I get a foot from him, he gets off the chair and kneels in front of me. Oh, god, if he starts anything here my legs won’t keep me up. “Hmmm, I think I remember you wetter,” I struggle to breath for a moment when he, without warning or even looking up at me, swipes a finger up between the slit of my lips. My hands snatch his shoulders, so I can stay up and I open my legs more, ready. “I think I missed this. Can you tell? My fucking cock feels like its going to snap off if I don’t get to have you.” He glances up at me for a second, then does a double take and looks back at my face again, focusing on it. I wonder what’s going through his head. The old Peter would have told me right away, just to see me go red and squirm. He is becoming that one, slowly, but still this Peter just grins devilishly at me, hooks his hands around the back of my knees and nudges me towards him some more. My body moves on its own, reacting to his hands and shuffle forward.

Then, looking into my eyes, he does something that puts me in the palm of his hands. He licks a long stripe, as if I’m an icy pole, deeply through my lips. It makes me rigid, and moan out in bliss, my eyes falling shut. Not one to be dormant though I really want to, to just let him do whatever he wants to me, I take my right hand and entangle my fingers through his soft, hickory hair and grip his shoulder with the other, swinging my leg over his right shoulder before opening my eyes and peering down at him again. He looks surprised, in awe. I feel freaken powerful. “You… you just going to stare at me Peter, or finish what you started.”

Its not a question, it’s a demand. He needs to do that again.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He flashes me another Peter smile, then gets to work. And man, did my move make a difference. It felt good before, but now I really do think I might lose in my legs, especially since I’m only one! And, god, he looks good eating me out. Like he’s kissing me, taking generous gulps every time his tongue scoops some more of my essence, getting deeper with every plunge until I’m trying desperately to distract myself by playing with his hair. Simultaneously though I’m pressing my heat into his mouth.

In the end, it’s the sucking that pushes me over the edge. Just as I’m getting used to the pleasure, he abruptly puts his mouth over my cunt and sucks, causing shock to rush through me and my eyes to widen. ‘Peter!” I gasp, tightening my grip on his hair, as cum explodes from my core. He doesn’t drink it, just leans back on his heels and watches it drip down my thighs in satisfaction. After a moment, he looks like he’s in a trance as he watches, and I reel from the extreme pleasure.

“It’s going to feel so fucking good in there. I missed this.”

“How can you miss something you don’t remember.”

“I remember Capture the Flag,” He says it off-hand, before either of us can realise that he shouldn’t remember that. I remember. Eric had picked him second for his team and me last because it was either me, or Christina and they didn’t have a good track record with her. I found Peter shortly after he got ‘shot’ with those neuro stim guns, and we stuck around that old carnival after everyone else left. He created a really dumb one liner, entailing that it’d make him feel better if I kissed his wounds. We didn’t get back until the early hours of the morning, getting probably near 2 and half hours of sleep. But he shouldn’t remember that.

My eyes snap down to him and hop down on my knees with him, looking into his eyes. Of course, I can’t tell just by looking at his eyeballs if he’s back, but maybe if I stare hard enough, he’ll tell me. After a moment, he just shrugs a little a smiles, blankly back at me. Then leans across and gives me a deep kiss. He pulls back and grins. “You’re the ticket, sweetheart. I knew it.”

Sighing, having let my hopes raise just then that he would be back, and wrap my arms over his shoulders and play more, softly with his hair. Looking at his lips, then his eyes. “Then maybe you should hurry up and take it.” I lower my voice, my heart bleeding to tell the secret I haven’t dares to utter to anyone, since Peter disappeared. “I want you back. I miss you.”

“I want to be back.” He leans towards me, curling an arm around my back so he can carefully lay me back on the floor. “Hey, when he’s back. Tell him for me that he owes you something big, for putting you through this.”

“Peter, are you making a dirty joke to me right now?” I giggle, looking at the ceiling now as he ready’s himself. He laughs, too.

“No, I actually didn’t hear that until you mentioned it. Really.”

“Really,” I roll my eyes, disbelieving.  

“Absolutely Y/N! Now, let me concentrate.” That brings me back to the present. I realise I’m still dripping with cum from before, and when I look up at him above me ready to power into me fully, I realise I still fucking want him. He’s so tall, and strong, and I intend to give him a hickey on that neck scar if it is the last thing I do tonight.

Hooking my legs up and around his waist, I meet him in the middle for the first delicious thrust. I watch curiously, his face as it changes from mischievous to delighted, in an enticingly smutty way. That makes me grin, but then the pleasure hits me and a surprisingly, nearly embarrassingly amorous moan comes from me, as his cock powers through me, rubbing against my inner walls like static. In reaction the pleasure, I arch up into him, and pull him by the hair down to my mouth, pressing a slow, careful kiss to his lips first before moving on to that neck scar.

While he pounds into me, he also feels my ministrations on his neck. I lightly trace the tip of my tongue up the long line, then kiss the middle and start nibbling and sucking there to my liking, taking my time to enjoy it. And I know he does, too, because he mumbled a very sexy, guttural curse at one particular lick. It sent trickles of pleasure all the way down to my core.  

This ecstasy goes on for who knows how long, I certainly wasn’t watching the time, before he lets himself go and I watch through half lidded eyes as he comes apart inside me, the stuff leaking out from around his dick and dripping out of me in warm spurts. I gives one last, hard thrust and I come along with him, a sigh escaping me and a sentence of curses from him. Carefully, he disconnects himself from me, and I get up and help him to his feet, beyond sleepy now. “… okay. That was nice, now… sleep?” I giggle, at the understatement and at his cute weary look.

“Show the way,”

“Yes sir, come on.” I lead him by the hand to my bedroom. Quickly we clean ourselves up, and then we hop in and the bed is so, extremely comfy after the floor. “Can’t believe we did that on the floor when this was here… “I mumble, tiredly.

“Wouldn’t be the weirdest place.” He pulls me toward him and I entangle our legs, almost subconiously. I’m so tired I don't pick up on that hint. 

Snorting, I shake my head as I start to fall asleep. “No, guess not… “

~~~

In the morning, I wake up to peter already awake. He hasn’t moved much, just… you know, rested his head on his fist and is watching me sleep.

I squint and push my head back further into my pillow and away from him suspiciously. “… Goodmorning.”

He flashes a wicked grin. Wide smile and dull eyes, like he wants you to think he knows something you don’t. Or worse, he does. Very Peter-like. “Morning, beautiful.”

Even more suspiciously, I try to figure out first on my own what’s up, because something surely is. All I remember is what we did last night, and shame washes over me. Oh, lord… it’s too early for this. “What?”

“Told you, you were the ticket- “That makes me gasp, and sit up immediately, hitting my forehead on his and causing pain that I ignore. He rubs his forehead, but doesn’t seem mad. Just cheeky, and a little evil. “Christ, Y/N, I guess the honeymoons over, huh??”

I clench the sheets under my fists and chew on my bottom lip. “You’re… back?”

He just gives me a look, like ‘Well, obviously’.

No, no. I need a real answer. Does he realise what he’s put me through?? Probably. He is a jerk after all. “Peter?”

“The one and only.”

[idonthaveanyurlideas]

One Job

AKA: Jester caught wind that someone in the Nein has a crush on her and who better to help her figure out who it is than her detective partner Nott? Surely Nott isn’t secretly the only person who knows who it is. 

Read it on AO3 lmao

It had been a beautiful day. Calm, peaceful, exactly what Nott and the rest of the Mighty Nein needed after the chaotic weeks they’d had. They’d been on the Balleater for a few days now, heading out to where the peace talks between Dwendal and the Bright Queen would take place, and the break before that happened could not have been more welcome.

Nott had been enjoying it, about as much as she could enjoy being on a wooden death trap surrounded by water. It was peaceful, at least, and she could stay below the deck (but close enough to the surface that she could run if a leak appeared) and relax.

Then Jester quite literally kicked the door open.

“Nott holy fuck!” Jester was seemingly unperturbed by the ensuing screeching, closing the door gently behind her before running up to where Nott had been organising her vials. “Nott, you’ll never believe it!”

“Shit, Jester, you nearly gave me a heart attack-” Nott had a hand over her chest, breathing deeply. “Is someone dead?”

“What? No! Of course not.” Jester rolled her eyes like she was stupid, just because she’d nearly kicked the door off its hinges completely was no reason to think something bad had happened, jeez Nott. “But I found out something totally crazy.”

Nott narrowed her eyes, looking around and half expecting something to pop out. Jester had really been going crazy on the pranks lately in preparation for Travellercon, thinking up and testing out all sorts of jokes and surprises on them.

Nothing happened, so she looked back to Jester, who was bouncing on her toes. “What is it?”

Well-” Jester’s hands were in fists, held loosely in front of her like she was preparing to cheer. “I was talking to the Traveller and he told me that he’d heard that someone in the Nein actually has a crush on me~”

Nott froze, staring. “What?”

“Yeah, I know, right? And he said that he wasn’t sure exactly who it was but I think he might be lying and he just doesn’t want to tell me right away because it should be a surprise but he’s very observant you know, and he’s hanging out a lot so he’s seen stuff so he would totally know, right?” Jester spoke even faster than she usually did before suddenly hesitating. “Wait, are you the one with a crush on me?”

“Me?” Nott stammered, almost dropping the vials she was holding. “No! I mean, you’re very cute, and awesome, obviously, but I don’t- I don’t like you like that. I’m married!”

“Right! That’s what I thought!” Jester turned away, pacing in a small circle while Nott put her vials down before they broke or she had an actual heart attack and dropped them. “But then who is it?”

“I have no idea!” Nott smiled widely in the picture of over-exaggerated innocence, but luckily Jester wasn’t looking at her.

“We have to find out!”

“What?”

Jester spun around again to look at her, a smile splitting her face. “It’s a mystery!”

“What?”

“And who better to help me solve it than my detective partner!”

“W h a t?”

“It will be fun! We’ll figure it out together!” Jester continued, before gasping. “I’ll go get my things! Then we can devise a plan!”

She promptly darted out of the room, leaving Nott by herself again, but no longer relaxed. Oh god.

Jester knew, or at least thought she knew, that someone in the Nein had a crush on her. And she had asked the one person who knew who had a crush on her to help her figure it out.

Beau could not have been more clear that she didn't want anyone to know. Especially Jester herself. They were on a boat. There would be no escape from an angry monk.  

She didn’t even have her flask to deal with this.

She was doomed.

----------

“Okay!” Jester announced, holding a piece of paper listing all the other members of the Mighty Nein in her hands. “We have five options!”

Nott, feeling not unlike she did when the Nein were about to head into a terrible, dangerous dungeon, nodded mutely from the bed she was sitting on while Jester flounced about in front of her.

“We need to tackle this methodically, carefully.” She said, looking at the piece of paper. “I think we should start with Beau-”

“Beau? Why Beau?” Nott’s voice definitely did not crack, and when Jester looked at her, she definitely did not wince.

“Why not?” Jester tilted her head. “I mean, she’s my roommate and everything, we’ve basically spent the most time together.”

“Nah, I don’t think it’s her.” Nott folded her arms, closing her eyes. Perhaps that would make it easier to lie. “She doesn’t do romance.”

And if she found out what Nott was doing she’d lose her mind. Fifty percent chance she’d just throw herself overboard. Nott had seen Beau during the Zone of Truth in the Xhorhaus. She was hopeless. The other fifty percent was the chance that she’d throw Nott overboard instead. Maybe if she did, Nott could just run across the water all the way back home. Hmm. She filed that away as a last resort.

Jester deflated a little, frowning down at the list. “Then… who should we start with?”

“What about Fjord?” Nott suggested. “That would make sense, right?”

Maybe he’d also turn out to have a crush on Jester and Beau’s secret would stay safe.

“I guess…” The frown continued for a moment more before it was erased away, replaced by a confident smile. “Okay! Fjord first!”

She rubbed her hands together, the paper scrunched up. “Here’s what we’ll do! Nott, you’ll go up and ask Fjord if he has a crush on me, and then I’ll hide behind the door and overhear!”

“What?!” Nott’s voice was going to go hoarse from all the shrieking she was doing today. “Why me?”

“He won’t be totally honest if I do it!” Jester threw her hands up. “It wouldn’t be real.”

“And coercing a confession through me… is real?”

Jester looked at her for a moment, seeming to consider it.

“I mean, yeah?”

Nott really, really wished she had her flask.

----------

Fjord had been on the deck when Nott found him, Jester disguised as one of the sailors a few feet away pretending to be messing with ropes.

Nott had asked why Jester couldn’t disguise herself as Nott and ask everyone, but Jester had just mumbled a reason about not wanting to be distracted trying to act like Nott when she really wanted to be focused on figuring out who liked her.

Whatever. Nott had accepted her fate. This was going to kill her, the only question was who would end up doing it.

“Fjord?” She should have suggested someone else first. She didn’t know what the fuck she was supposed to say.

“Nott?” Fjord raised an eyebrow in her direction, looking out to the horizon. “What’s up?”

Resisting the temptation to look back where Jester was milling around and acting like she knew how the ship’s ropes worked, Nott took a deep breath. “Can’t I talk to one of my dear, dear friends?”

Well if he wasn’t suspicious before, he definitely was now.

“What do you want?”

“Okay, okay, look. Look.” She pressed her hands together. “This is serious shit. It’s about Jester.”

Some of the wariness slipped into concern, and Fjord turned to face her more properly. “What about her?”

There was a short silence, and Nott decided to toss up a quiet prayer to whatever fucking god might be listening. Except the Traveller, who had caused this mess in the first place. The Traveller could choke.

“Do you have a crush on her?”

Fjord stared at her. Nott stared back.

“What the fuck?”

“It’s a simple question!” Nott threw up her hands, voice a little louder than intended.

“Why are you asking me this? What’s going on?”

“I just wanted to know! Just say yes or no!”

“No? I don’t have a crush on Jester.” Fjord was looking at her like she’d sprouted another head, shaking his own and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Nott stiffened. “Wait, you don’t? Really?” Her hands dropped to her side. “Are you sure?”

He rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m sure. I’ve had plenty of time to consider my feelings for Jester, and though I love her, it’s not romantically.”

“But…” But that meant they’d have to keep going. And eventually Jester would get to Beau’s name. “Are you really sure?”

“Why are you so concerned?” Fjord folded his arms. “It’s none of your business anyway.”

“Uh… no reason! Fuck you!” Nott scowled. “I haven’t had alcohol in a week!”

Fjord narrowed his eyes at her, before groaning. “If you’re going through withdrawal, you can go be pissy at literally anyone else.”

She flipped him off as she left, just for good measure, before immediately turning and running out of his view, where Jester met up with her.

“Well, I guess we can check Fjord off the list.” Jester sighed, pulling out her piece of paper.

“Are you disappointed?” Nott asked, wincing.

Jester didn’t answer for a moment, pursing her lips as she crossed Fjord’s name out. “No, that’s okay. I just don’t know who to do next.”

“What about Caleb?” Nott said. At least she knew how to talk to Caleb. And Caleb was great, maybe he’d have a crush on Jester and then it would all work out and Beau would remain unaware and Nott would remain alive and whole.

----------

“Heeeeyyyyy, Cay.” Nott pushed open the door to Caleb’s quarter’s, which he technically shared with Caduceus, who was thankfully not there.

Caleb was sitting on one of the cots with his spellbook out, writing in notes. He looked up when Nott entered, waving a loose hello before going back to his work.

Nott walked in, leaving the door ajar behind her and sidling up to Caleb’s cot. “Whatcha working on?”

“My dunamantic studies. I hope to have the spells Essek taught me perfected by the time we return to Xhorhas.” Caleb said.

“Ooh, very cool, very cool. You’re so smart. And handsome. And romantic. Hey, totally random segue, how do you feel about Jester?”

Caleb turned to look at her, utter confusion plain on his face. She just stared back, smiling placidly.

“Jester?”

“Yes, Jester. Unless there are any other random Jester’s I don’t know about.” She cracked a crooked grin, nudging Caleb’s ribs with her elbow and avoiding looking directly in his eyes. If she did, she’d lose it.

“I… I think Jester is very nice. She is a dear friend, and powerful ally.” Caleb finally said, speaking even more slowly and deliberately than he usually did.

“Okaaay, any other feelings? Any at all?” Nott pressed.

“She is very intelligent… and a valuable member of our team. I think we are all very lucky for knowing her.” Caleb straightened up a little, turning his body towards her. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine!” A part of her wanted Caleb to realise the truth. Maybe then Jester would give the whole idea up. Maybe if she blinked long enough Caleb would realise she was being coerced. “I just wanted to know how you felt about Jester! Maybe- maybe if there were any… romantic inclinations?”

“Romantic inclinations?” Caleb repeated, eyes widening a little, though his expression changed little beyond that. “No. I don’t feel anything romantically for Jester.”

“Not even a little?”

“No. I care for Jester very deeply, as I care for everyone in the Nein. But, ah, not romantically. Those kinds of feelings… they are rare for me.” The corner of his mouth quirked a little, and he leaned a little towards her. “Did you think I did?”

“Uh… yeah! Yeah, you know, ever since- ever since you two danced at Hupperdook, way back when, ha, I’ve just been… convinced.” Nott laughed awkwardly, and Caleb chuckled once.

“Oh, that is a long time ago.” He said. “No. That was just a dance. I hope you haven’t talked to Jester about this. I wouldn’t want to give her a false impression.”

“Course not.” Nott said, the words feeling a bit hollow. “I wouldn’t tell anyone about feelings like that.”

“Yes, I imagine it probably wouldn’t be the best way to find out.” Caleb mused, and it was all Nott could do to stop herself from pulling her own hair out. “Did you need anything else? I wouldn’t mind the company.”

Sliding off the cot, Nott tried to act natural. “Nah, I’m- really hungry, I’m gonna go find some food. Bye!”

“That was a bust too.” Jester scowled once they reconvened in a hallway far away from Caleb’s room.

“He did say lots of nice things about you, though.” Nott said.

“He did. But he doesn’t love me.” She crossed Caleb’s name out, tapping the pen to her chin at the three remaining. “Okay, now I think we should try Beau.”

“What? Nah, I don’t think so.” Nott said. Shit, shit, she needed to think of a good reason. “What about Yasha? We know she likes ladies!”

“So does Beau, though. And Yasha like, used to be married. I don’t know, that might feel weird.” Jester frowned. “Maybe we should leave Yasha.”

“You asked me if I had a crush on you and I’m married right now.” Nott said. “Besides, Yasha smacked your butt that one time while you were a mammoth! That’s totally romantic.”

“She did do that, didn’t she.” Jester considered, before finally grinning. “Okay, okay, let’s do Yasha.”

Nott nodded, hoping her relief wasn’t visible on her face. Safe, for a little while longer.

----------

It actually took a while to find Yasha. While looking, Nott had peered into the Captain’s Quarters and found Beau rummaging through Avantika’s old closet (which had already been thoroughly ransacked the last time they’d been on the Balleater) and promptly led Jester as far away to the other side of the ship as possible before she could realise Beau was there.

Luckily, Yasha was on the other side of the ship. In the cargo hold.

“Uh, Yash? What are you doing down here?” Nott asked.

“It’s quiet.” Yasha said, closing the book in her lap. “There are a lot more crew members now than there was last time, it feels very busy.”

“Oh, cool.” Nott sat down opposite Yasha. She was even more clueless as to how to broach this than she had been with Fjord. “So… how have you been?”

Yasha shifted a little, considering. She was like Caleb in that way, she always liked to take a moment to select her words. “Good, I suppose. I’m glad nothing has happened while we are on this boat yet.”

Nott nodded. “Yeah. That’s good.” They lapsed into a light silence.

Yasha eventually went back to reading her book, and Nott could feel herself starting to sweat.

On one hand, if this lasted forever, they’d never have the chance to ask Beau, and Nott would live to see tomorrow. On the other hand, she wasn’t sure if Jester had enough patience for that.

“Ladies, amiright?” Was what her stupid, panicked, possibly actually going through withdrawal brain finally came up with, and when Yasha’s eyes snapped up to look at her she thought she might actually splinter into a hundred pieces.

Literally what?

“Uh…” Yasha’s voice trailed off. “Right?” Another silence. “Is… is there something you want to tell me?”

Nott felt the blood rush to her cheeks, her fingers digging into her palms and her voice cracking as she rushed to explain herself. “No! I mean- not like that! I know you like ladies but I don’t, I was just- uh- you like girls, don’t you?”

“Yes?” Yasha’s eyebrows knitted together, and she gently closed the book, placing it aside. “I am… confused.”

“So-” She chuckled breathlessly. “What about Jester? She’s pretty cute, right? The kind of girl you’d be looking at?”

“Jester is very cute, yes.” Yasha relaxed a little. “She is wonderful.”

“So… you’re attracted to her? Like a crush?”

“I wouldn’t say that, I don’t think.” Yasha shrugged lightly, before eyeing her. “Are you attracted to her?”

“What? No! She’s one of my best friends!” Nott said, and a ghost of a smile crossed Yasha’s face. “I’m not!”

“I believe you. I’m not either.”

“Yeah, we’re just a couple of gals who aren’t attracted to Jester, right?”

“Right.” Yasha was still looking at her, slightly amused but mostly confused, probably wondering if there was something else going on here.

“Right.” Nott repeated.

“Right.”

Silence.

A very, very long silence.

“Can I have my flask back?”

“No.”

“Well, great talking to you! Bye Yasha!”

She walked very casually out of the cargo hold. Which in reality meant she could not have looked more awkward, painfully aware of Yasha’s eyes following her every move until she was out of sight.

“Another no?” Jester was already crossing off Yasha’s name.

“Another no.” Nott said, grimacing. “Onto Caduceus?”

“I don’t really think it’s Caduceus.” Jester said.

“Come on, you should give it a shot. Would your best detective friend lead you wrong?” Nott smiled, though honestly if Jester pushed going for Beau she wasn’t sure how much she’d be able to resist. Caduceus would say no and they’d have to do it anyway.

Maybe she could just accept the inevitable. Tell Jester now and hide somewhere Beau would never find her even if she tore apart the entire boat.

No. She’d kept the secret until now. She could keep going. She had to. At least then Beau wouldn’t be able to say she hadn’t tried.

----------

She found Caduceus in the kitchen, which he had effectively monopolised since they’d gotten onto the boat. Apparently whatever system the crew members used was totally inefficient, and he was still reorganising it to his comfort.

“Caddyshack, what’s up?” Nott slid into the kitchen, leaning against a barrel.

“Hello, Nott.” Caduceus said mildly. “Do you need something?”

“You grew up pretty isolated, right?”

“I suppose so.” Caduceus shrugged, looking at her curiously. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m just wondering… how were you and your siblings going to ever… find partners in life? If you lived in the cemetery your whole lives?” She was honestly not even trying to seem natural anymore, and she could feel Caduceus’ eyes peering through her, staring into her soul. Hopefully he could see how totally exhausted she was and go easy on her.

“We were not bound to the cemetery, we could leave if we wished.” Caduceus’ face didn’t change, as if he hadn’t noticed anything amiss at all.

“Would you have ever left? If we had never come by, would you have gone out to find a wife? Or husband, or whatever?”

“I suppose I might’ve, eventually. That’s never been a particularly big concern for me.”

“So… you don’t think any of us would be suitable partners? Like me… or Jester…”

Caduceus’ eyes flickered to her again, holding for a moment before shifting around the room. “If Jester wants to know whether I have romantic feelings for her she could just ask me herself, you know.”

“Whaaaaaat-”

“Shit-” There was a muffled thud and then the kitchen door swung open, Jester stumbling inside from where she had evidently been leaning against it to listen in. “Caduceussssss, did you know I was there the whole time?”

“No. I just guessed based on when I overheard the two of you plotting to figure out who had a crush on you while you walked by her an hour ago.” Caduceus’ face remained perfectly neutral, but after a moment he started to smile. “I don’t, by the way. But I’m flattered.”

Jester groaned, and Nott looked between the two of them.

“There are easier ways to go about it, you know.” Caduceus said. “Like asking us.”

Jester stood up, hanging her head and suddenly looking very embarrassed. “Yeah, but…”

“You didn’t have a problem using Zone of Truth for it back in Xhorhas.” Caduceus pointed out.

“That’s different! There it’s like, kind of a joke, you know?” Jester defended herself, wringing her hands together. “And I didn’t think anyone actually had a crush on me.”

“And how has this gone?”

There was a short silence, and Jester’s face fell. “Terrible. Now I just feel bad. I shouldn’t have tried to figure it out, this isn’t romantic at all .”

“Can I ask what you were going to do if one of us admitted to having romantic feelings for you?” Caduceus asked. “Or were you hoping for someone in particular to say yes.”

Jester looked at him, biting her lip. Realisation slowly dawned, and Nott’s mouth dropped open.

“Jester… do you have a crush on one of us?” She asked. “Wait, it’s not still Fjord, is it?”

“No!” Jester groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Not anymore! That was different, this is- I don’t know what!”

“Did you want to find out if your crush liked you back?” Nott asked, and Jester froze up for a moment before nodding, her face still hidden from view.

Nott’s brain practically melted, trying to figure out which of the Nein it was. It wasn’t her, since Jester had enlisted her help in the first place. But she hadn’t had a particularly upset reaction to any of the others saying they didn’t have feelings for her.

Which left only one they hadn’t asked yet.

“It’s Beau?” Her voice nearly squeaked when she asked it.

Jester nodded again.

Nott stared.

The feelings had been mutual the entire time? SERIOUSLY?

She could’ve AVOIDED this entire anxiety-inducing MESS?

The universe truly was a cruel mistress.

“You have to tell her!” She practically screeched, and Jester’s head jerked up.

“What? No, no, I can’t! This was a stupid idea, I never should’ve done it!”

“No, you should! Shoot your shot, you know? Take a risk! A chance!” Put an end to her misery!

“I don’t think it could hurt.” Caduceus added, not quite as encouraging and confident as Nott would have hoped but better than nothing.

“You can do it! We’ve gone through everyone else on the list, haven’t we? If you stop now, you’ll just drive yourself crazy thinking about it!”

Jester paused, considering that. “You’re probably right about that… but I can’t just force it, can I? It should be… it should be romantic.”

“I first kissed my husband on a dare.” Nott said, scoffing lightly. “Anything can be romantic if you love the other person.”

“You think so?” Jester perked up a little, and Nott nodded, frantic to keep this going.

“Of course! It’ll be great! Beau was in the Captain’s Quarters last I saw her, there’s that awesome balcony and everything, super secluded, super romantic.”

“Yeah… yeah! I can do it!”

“I believe in you, Jester! Knock her off her feet! Blow her socks off! Maybe punch her, she probably finds that hot!” Nott began pushing Jester towards the door, wishing her good luck as she found her excitement, going from hesitant steps to confident strides.

When she was gone, Nott slammed the kitchen door shut, leaning up against it and sliding to the ground. “Holy shit I thought I was gonna lose it.”

Now Caduceus looked truly amused. “You think this will end well?”

“It fucking better, I’ve been trying not to tell Jester Beau loves her all day!” Nott exclaimed.

A split second later Caduceus’ eyes widened, and Nott realised her mistake.

“fuck.”

“If Beau finds out you convinced Jester to confess, I’m sure she’ll find it in her heart to forgive you.”

[intheroyalgardens]

modern verse calebellie is so fun~

[sockablock]

beau/jester fae au? maybe beau is looking to trade for a way to escape, or just bored and wandering. or jester is looking for a trade, or there on the traveler's business? :o

my friend, I love this prompt, and I think...oh yes...it’s day 4 of @beaujester-week​.......

Day 4 | Fairy Tale AU

Beau awoke.

That, in and of itself, was unsurprising. Beau had certainlysurvived much wilder nights before in her short time on this earth. Nott’stwenty-first birthday, for example. Caleb’s thirty-second. Molly’s third. Now thathad been a strange event, not least of all because he was much older thanthree. But judging by the pounding sensation in Beau’s head, whatever they’dbeen up to yesterday must have been worse than any of those parties combined.

There had been...beer. And a lot of M&Ms. Then they’ddecided to drink by the lake. And then, at some point, Fjord had turned up,grinning and bearing a whole bottle of tequila…

Beau groaned again, then shifted around. This mattress was alot harder than she remembered. Maybe it was time—

This wasn't a mattress.

Headache forgotten, she was on her feet in seconds.

She looked around.

This was not her apartment. This wasn’t even the EastLake Park—which had been her next guess, just in case—but no, this wassomewhere else entirely. Her toes were buried in soft, shimmering moss, and aspring breeze, rather than autumn, brushed her hair. And her gaze, as ittrailed, up and up and up, saw nothing but massive, winding trees, trunks asthick as marble columns, stretching so high that they vanished into clouds.

The faint hum of insects, chirping birds filled thebranches. But there was...something else now, below the peace, somethingshaking, something pounding, something rattling the earth, growing louder andlouder and louder with every step; Beau just barely had time to whirl around,to raise her hands before her face and take a defensive stance and thensuddenly, inexplicably, bursting through the leaves, a shape dove forward,straight towards her, screamed—

“Oh, you came! Oh, thank goodness, you came!”

Beau flew backwards off her feet and went skidding into themoss. The shape above her threw its arms around her waist, and she was about tostart thrashing and whacking when, suddenly, the figure leaned back.

“Oh, I’m so happy you’re here!” it said. “Thank you,thank you, you’re saving my life!”

Beau stopped. The fight died on her tongue.

The shape perched atop her was a girl. Probably not anyolder than she, with a splash of freckles across her face. Dimples threatenedto burst from her smile, and above a button-nose, her eyes shone with cheer.

She was...well. Beau had to cough, but then she had to frownand cough harder, as she noticed a few more important details thatpricked danger at the back of the skull. 

Because along with a dazzling expression, this young girlalso had horns. Her teeth were sharp. And curling behind her, bright blue—aswas her skin—flicked a long, spaded, whip-like tail.

She blinked a couple times when Beau failed to speak.

“Um...hello?” She leaned in, even closer. “Is...isanybody home?” She waved her hand in front of Beau. “Hello? Are you...did I—oh,shoot, did I kill you?”

Beau couldn’t stop staring at her eyes. They were...purple.Her pupils were purple, and glimmered with a sort of otherworldly light.

She managed, after a strangled moment:

“I, uh...no, I...I’m still alive.”

The girl—was she a girl?—perked up immediately.

“Oh, great! Thank goodness. I was starting to getworried, you know.”

She sat back and crossed her arms, still pressed atop Beau’slegs.

“So, what’s the plan, new friend? How are we going to getout of here?”

“Out of...out...what?”

The girl sighed. “You are the human, aren’tyou? The one who answered my call last night?”

“Your...call?”

She raised an eyebrow.

“My ring. Those bluebells? By the lake?” 

She loomed over Beau once again, quite close. Beau had tofight the urge to duck away.

“What’s your name, anyway?” the girl asked. “I’m Jester.It’s nice to meet you!”

“It’s, uh...it’s nice to meet you too. I’m...I...”

Something in the girl’s intense gaze gave her pause. Italmost seemed like it was waiting to pounce. And in that beat of hesitation,Jester sighed. 

“Oh, you tricky, tricky humans,” she shrugged. “You neverwant to be polite. You never share your names! But it’s fine, I’m in a hurry,and you took my invitation anyway.” She leaned back and gaze a nod. “So comeon, come on, did you bring any weapons?” She started patting the sides ofBeau’s pockets. “I can smell the iron all over you.”

The human of the two finally pulled herself free andscrambled backwards in the moss. Her mind was swimming with headache andconfusion, and the sudden vague memory of ringing bluebells didn’t help. 

“You—w—oh my god, okay. Okay, okay…” Beau raised ahand. “...okay. Look. This is...what’s happening?”

Jester, freshly-thrown off her perch, gave a huff.

“I’m asking you to do what I called you for!” she cried. “Tohelp me fight the guy who’s after me. The lord of, uh, well...of my court.”

Beau didn’t think her eyebrows could go higher, and yet shestill managed another inch.

“The lord of your court? Are you royalty, orsomething?”

Jester rolled her eyes. “Come on, don’t you know anything?Why would you even take this job if you didn’t?”

Beau threw her arms into the air. She was getting tired ofplaying echo.

“But I didn’t do anything!” she yelled. “I have no ideawhat you’re talking about! The last thing I remember is that I was by thelake, spending time with my fucking friends! This...this whatever, it...it’sjust bullshit!” And then she paused, almost as an afterthought.

“...oh wait, shit, am I just tripping?” She gently tappedthe side of her head. “God did Molly spike our dr—”

“Ahem!” 

Beau glanced up. She produced a sardonic smile.

“Yeah? What?”

Jester huffed. “Look,” she said, and scootedforwards, “look, I don’t know what you’re talking about, now. AllI do know is that you stepped into my ring, after I sent out a cry forhelp. So here you are! You’re here to help! Humans are always good at thatstuff, your kind are always good at fighting my kind. Believe me, otherwise,I’d have nothing to do with you.”

“Oh, gee,” Beau said, nose wrinkling. “Great, well,I’m just so honored.”

Jester nodded curtly, completely missed her tone. 

“Good! You should be! It’s not every day you visit the fae.Of course, it seems like your first t—hey, where are you going?!”

Beau had risen to her feet, was flicking pieces of moss offher legs. She glowered as Jester met her gaze.

“I’m going home,” she snapped. “I don’t care aboutthis lord you pissed off, and I certainly don’t care about this deal! I didn’task to be transported here. And...and maybe there was something or anotherabout bluebells, honestly I was really fucked up last night. Allof this is just a misunderstanding!” 

“What?! Girl, you—”

“No!” she stomped her foot, “don’t you ‘girl’ me! I happento be an adult, thank you! And I seriously don’t appreciate you tacklingme like that!” She shook her fist, and behind her, the bushes rustled. “Imean jeez, I don’t have the best manners, but would it kill you to justbe nice for a b—”

Jester’s annoyed postured had faltered. She tilted her headinto the forest behind Beau, which only enraged the jilted human more.

“Hey! I wasn’t finished yet! Don’t interr—”

“But there—”

“No!” Beau growled, and something else did too. “No, fuckthis, I’ve had enough!”

“No, you stupid human—”

“You—you stupid w—”

“Oh, for fuck’s—girl, turn around!”

Beau spun just in time to see a massive, toothy maw miss herhead by inches. Jester had practically flown off the ground, grabbed her by thearms and hurled them both past the trees, skidding to a halt between twognarled roots. Above them, now, the woods had gone still, absolutely silent andeerie—save for a low, breathy sound, a labored, heavy, saliva-coated snarl.

Beau felt her rage retreated. She quickly glanced at Jester,pressed against her in the dirt.

Man, she really is kind of c—Christ, now is notthe time.

Jester, unfortunately, looked similarly panicked. Her eyesdarted back towards Beau.

“Well?” she whispered urgently. “Now’s your time! This isone of Sharp’s lackeys!”

“Sharp’s what?”

“Shhh! Don’t say his name! This is the feywild, nameshave power.”

“But—but you said it first!”

Jester ignored this. She once again stuck her hand intoBeau’s pockets.

“Well?” she hissed. “Where’s your weapon? I smelliron all over you! It’s honestly starting to make me feel sick.”

“Weapon? Iron?” Beau blinked. “You meanthese?”

She reached into her shorts and, with mild sheepishness,produced a handful of metal ball bearings.

And in the long pause that ensued, Jester just sat there andstared at her palm. The growling, snuffling, panting was getting closer.

And then the faerie closed her eyes. She dragged her fingersdrown her face.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “We’re doomed.”

[arodrwho]

critrole 2.75 lb

something something liam, i assume this is abt marisha subbing in?

my internet keeps conking out but i thiiiink i caught sth abt a sensory-friendly relaxation space at some con or other? sth to w/some charity

i hope a$ isn’t involved

the charity name i heard was Not a$, but they have a nasty habit of creeping in sideways when i least expect it so

anyways.

i need to get my phone & eat up some data for this bitch bc it is Not working on my laptop

oh i’ve been informed liam is going to try to skype in??

wild

oh good point nott, i hadn’t considered it might be the wrong cave maybe

lmfao marisha what an incredible voice. good job. i can’t take u seriously but i love u

ok i’m back

“ah, he likes you” a very good caleb impression. i love u beau

ok so

beau wanted a rat. a bat. and a snake

i love.. her……….

o yetis!! nice..

beep beep a lot of stuff i didn’t pay full attention to

“other than that, they’re made of meat, and meat can be stabbed!! :))”

i missed it but i hear marisha did a monotone laugh, which is Very nice

“i will stay with caleb also, just because… someone needs to look/watch out for him” ugh i can hear the shippers already

fuck this

aaand my internet is dead, because of course it is

fuuuuuuck this

doot doot we’re fighting

lmao i love how they’re all like “wait what it’s dEAD?? aLREADY???” jus repeatedly

oh boy i love. marisha’s caleb

have i not said that already i LOVE her caleb

beep beep they murdered all the yetis

beep beep itsa dragonne cayyve

it’s Planning Time

beep beep Ice Spider Queen

what a neat plan

internet died & when it started to run back in i ducked outside

i have no idea what’s happening, i think cad is offering fjord a communion-by-proxy?

interesting

GOD that soft smile from fjord………….

fjord………………………..

he rly doesn’t know what he’s doing w/these questions though lmao

“even for my family a little—” “a little eccentric” “that’s a good word” amazing…

also MINOR CLAY FAMILY LORE,,

oh having looked at the critrole tag i feel the need to clarify that i do not consider the whole “the raven queen was our original patron” thing to be new lore

we been knew that

i was talking specifically abt the implication that all of cad’s family is eccentric

(which we been knew as well, but listen. listen…………)

(i live for every lil scrap my dude,)

tho the implication of a third god i’ve heard ppl muttering about is interesting? i would imagine though that it’s the archeart, the one who. what’s the word. the one who the grove was a gift for. which also is not new information

i’mma have to rewatch that whole bit though cos a) it sounds REAL GOOD, & b) idk man like maybe i’m wrong & it is infact Not the god we already know ’bout

please do not do the yeti costume idea

“in learning through failure” caduceus oh my god

i have missed.. So much of this episode

“you smell flammable” jeez fjord

on the one hand i wanna laugh but on the other, in context, fjord. fjord what the fuck

ancient?????????????

oh fuck and hell

shit shit shit shit fuck and hell

heyyyy they got th mithril

OOOH cool STONE

hey beau pls don’t die

oh boy oh boy oh boy ur still a spider coolgood

NOTT. sTOP ENABLING JESTER!!!

“tears streaming down my face”

nott oh my god. oh my god. just leave the thing and go BA C K

thANK you

G OD THAT’S HORRIFYING

“my licorice” lmfao marisha i love you. i love you

“are like NOPE” smart yetis

“throw 7 platinum out the door. ‘i’m very sorry’” inCREDIBLE

“i know your scent now” well that’s ominous!

holy motherfuck my DUDE

they MAD E  IT

“i can’t feel my toes” rip taliesin

ohhhhh holy fuck

that was. good

that was good

goddamn

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c2e28

“This flask is Taliesin’s new character” shut up Sam don’t mock us

They’re FINALLY going to go check out the Taskers and i swear if Taliesin’s character isn’t with them I’m gonna die

(unless this is all a trick and Taliesin is just hanging out until Molly can reasonably be brought back…)

Caleb stepping in and doing some strategizing both makes me proud and makes me sad because I guarantee he was great at that before Everything happened

Beau and Caleb disagreeing over a spider

“Shady Debaters Debate Team” I would wear that shirt

Nila wants to use her lighting let her fuck people up with her lightning draw people outside for her to fry please

Yes please get yourself some goddamn healing potions

YAAAAS NILA HAS HEALING WORDS

and good berries xD

GUYS I STILL LOVE HER SO MUCH I WOULD STILL DIE FOR HER

The Bone Orchard…ooooooo

Necromancers maybe?

Please go to the Taskers first I feel like Taliesin has to be with them

If people have been torturning Jester I’m gonna cry she’s too sweet for this

Nila’s smell bag is so cute y’all stop teasing her

“You are relying on me, I’m very happy” sHE’S SO PURE

Oh shiiiiit she just saved them from freaky forest ground monsters that’s my girl!

GRAVE SITE I’M TELLING YA ITS NECROMANCERS

Caleb getting tired of the debate and just heading over the gate

Not just carelessly flinging herself after him smh

Spooooooky place I don’t know how I feel about this

YAAAAAAAAS THEY FOUND HIM HOLY SHIT AHHHHHHHHHHHH OF COURSE HE LIVES IN A GODDAMN GRAVEYARD I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN HE IS THE ULTIMATE GOTH

HE’S A FIRBOLG???

“Caduceus Clay” AND HES A CLERIC GOD BLESS Jester will be delighted that she doesn’t have to do all the healing anymore

Caduceus seems delightful I’m delighted I MISSED YOU TALIESIN

fuck i love him already

he’s like the goddamn grave keeper TALIESIN COULD YOU HAVE GONE ANY MORE GOTH

B: “You’re drinking dead-people tea?”

Cad: “Aren’t we all?”

THE. ULTIMATE. GOTH.

…can’t bring Molly back. I’m not surprised at all given that it would be weird to bring his own character back, but still. That’s okay. It’s fine.

He just figured he’d sit there with his tea until someone came to help him leave lol

C: “Welcome to the Mighty Nein”

Cad: “There’s only, uh—“

B: “DON’T overthink it”

Nott shooting Beau to test Cad’s healing xD

FRUMPKIN NO DONT KILL HIM

fuuuuuuuck he dead

they needed him god dammit

HE’S ALIVE

ALIVE BY 1

I can’t decide if this is going to be a disaster, them going after them again right now, or???

LETS NOT SPLIT UP AT ALL EVEN JUST TO KILL TWO GUARDS

Taking off her armor is a horrible idea guys

Guest!Ashley has the cutest face and the purest laugh??? I love her

While we’re on break I’m trying to decide, is it weird that Taliesin chose to play a cleric when they already have a cleric? Part of me is like “what if he did that because he knew they were gonna need the temporary heals and he’s just gonna stick around as Cad until Jester is back and then he’s gonna rez Molly” and part of me is just like bfs girl Molly is gone let him go??

I don’t think I’ll be able to move on from Molly for sure though until the M9 move on from Shady Creek, with Cad tagging along.

Frumpkin the 3-HP spider

Not asking Cad questions nervously is adorable

Beau just sticking her face in the bag for the luck orb xD

Caleb: talks about breaking a guy’s skull

Nila: “excellent”

Poor Taliesin having to figure out a whole new character. He’d barely really figured out Molly yet.

20 for a perception check nice job Keg!

Sumalee accidentally meta gaming is honestly just cute enough that i don’t even care she could metagame all day and i’d be fine with it

HERE THEY GOOOOO

Matt looks so lost xD

FUCK ‘EM UUUUUUP TEAM BEAU/CALEB/NILA

FUCK ‘EM UUUUUUP TEAM KEG/NOTT/CAD

good rolls, good rolls…

YAAAAS GO KEG!

YAAAAAS NILA BASH HIM DO IT GIRL she’s been waiting to kill someone for so long

goddamn they handled that SO WELL LOOK AT THEM IM SO PROUD

“one was just enjoying the wind, and then darkness forever” Matt xD

Goddamn I can’t believe they pulled that off so well. Lorenzo better watch the fuck out.

Are we calling him Clay then because I liked Cad

Frumkpin the flying spider?? Methinks they all forgot Caleb made him a spider

Nila’s so excited to have like 32 gold she’s so cute you guys

Keg get another nat20 for stealth

okay… are they really unnoticed I’m nervous

B: “Look at the—look at the windows, too.”

Cad: “They’re nice.”

I love hiiiiiim

We can’t go get friends tho because they’re not HERE YET

Boy I can’t wait to see this map

Liam missing his rogue days hardcore right now lol

YAAAAS Taliesin with the nat20 deception I was so scared

“I’m gonna have an ulcer after this game” fucking SAME

Ashley and Sam holding hands like SAME god the stress

Also heck yeah we’re uncovering the maaaaap!

Liam is just very thoroughly uncovering the map

fuck don’t squish Frumpkin

“Hey Phil come help me kill this spider!”

Oh thank god good job poofing him out Caleb

I’m serous guys I love Caleb coming up with plans and leading the group in Fjord’s absence I love it

WAIT

YOU CANT SEND NOTT IN BY HERSELF

DONT DO THAT

FUCK

WE CANT AFFORD TO LOSE ANOTHER MEMBER OF THE GANG GUYS

NOT NOTT

Hey Caleb can you teach Nott the door unlocking spell?

Keg: “Nott. Be careful.”

Nott: “…Do you care about me?”

K: “…Yeah.”

N: *happy wiggle*

Fuck I don’t like this they were doing so well but this is going to be a disaster

A NAT1

FUUUUUUUUUCK

KILL THEM

fuck it was going so well god DAMMIT Caleb this was a BAD PLAN

God they’re not even all together I am literally so afraid right now

Yessss hasted Keg

fuckfuckfuck im literally so fucking scared right now

okay good they missed Not

FUCK ‘EM UP NILA

NO SAVE THE TOTEM FOR LORENZO

SAVE IT NILA

SAVE IT

poison spray yesss that sounds nice and 12pts damage good girl

poor Sam has such a hard time with his rogue skills

NOTT STOP RUNNING AHEAD

GOD Y’ALL DID MOLLY TEACH YOU NOTHING

fuck them up Keg

Yessssss kill him Keg my hero

Hasted Keg is the best man 4 attacks? She’s helping make up for a lack of Yasha

Keg getting between Nott and danger is so sweet I’m crying is she trying to make sure Molly does’t happen all over again

I would also die for Keg you guys

Sorry Phil you dead

BITCH HAS YASHA’S SWORD

FUCK HER UP

Wait until you get in the room above the trap door at least Nila

I adore her

PHIL DON’T YOU TOUCH NILA

yesssss he misses

NOTT

DONT FUCKING GO NEAR THE BARBARIAN

“IM THINKING OF REMOVING MY SPINE… CAUSE IT’S ONLY HOLDING ME BACK! :D”

holy shit Nott put her prone I’m crying I’m sorry I doubted you Nott

Fuck up the barbarian Keg yessss

Action surge means what what is that it’s cool

NAT20 YAAAAAS Keg is the BEST you guys

What I’m taking from this is that women name Ashley make the best lady characters and get the job done

why are you spending key points in non-combat when Lorenzo is still out there somewhere

Oh jeez are Cad or Nila close enough to heal Keg if she needs it??

DON’T TAKE AWAY HASTE

fuck

Liam and Matt gonna fight lol

Let Nila beat the door in

MOMMA POWERS ACTIVATE and she beats in the door HELL YEAH

Maybe she should have saved the totem for IN the trap door?

Sumalee is so concerned that she’s gonna make a mistake it’s cute

UH I KNOW IT’S A JOKE BUT YOU CAN TAKE TALIESIN’S NEW CHARACTER FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS SOMEONE ELSE CAN DIE

Cad coming in with the heals heck yes

“A cleric who likes to heal! It’s amazing” LOL Sam. My thoughts exactly though

This isn’t going terrible but it isn’t going great and I’m worried about what they will have left when it comes time to face Lorenzo

YEAAAAAH HDYWTDT CALEB HECK YES somebody grab Yasha’s sword

also damn Caleb you get vicious with that fire

oh baby

please don’t freak again Molly isn’t here to forehead kiss you out of it

Aw first time he managed not to have issues

Maybe Lorenzo isn’t home… that would be great…

Or he’s downstairs…

Damn, Taliesin, that’s so amazingly morbid and fantastic. Just melting them away into fertilizer.

Nott apologizing for not being able to unlock the door and Caleb reassuring her that it’s not her fault. My heart.

Trapped door.

They are all getting silly xD

Oh god okay here we go

“I like pink better than purple” Liam how dare you

Manacles again ffs Matt

God a whole underground place

“He’s looking for green or blue or goth”

Fuuuuck they gotta get through at least 3 more??

And still no Lorenzo

fuck i don’t like thiiiiiiis

Lorenzo is absolutely in there. If he was upstairs he would have come down.

You’re assuming that there isn’t another way out that they could escape through and flank you

Matt’s like “I just got the downstairs map out guys”

Cad/Clay/Whatever like “let’s just?? ask??”

Oh no

stop him

“fucking Phil, ammiright?”

fuck this son of a bitch up

16 damage fuck him uppppp Nila!

fuck him uuuuup Keg!

fuck him up Clay!

fuck him up Nott!

Clay just… turning him into mulch I’m crying

Damn I’m so impressed they took care of that so well

fuck traps

PLEASE LET NILA’S BABY BE OKAY

Nila being such a mom is my favorite like I’m so here for the peaceful person who has never hurt anyone, but will fuck you UP for touching their loved ones

SOMEONE HEAL ASSAR

IM CRYING

MATT STOP IT

it’s fine I’m only crying a little

“be well. be well my son.”

I’m very much crying

Let her rip it open Matt let her do it

Okay Nila it’s okay let Nott try or Caleb then if Nott can’t

SAM stop with the 1s!!

SHES GOT HER FAMILY BACK AGAIN I CRYYYYYYY

the power of love is stronger than metal bars hell yes

“I love it when it works for the narrative!” lol Matt at his most DM-i-est

FAMILY HUG ITS FINE IM NOT CRYING

oh god I’m gonna miss Nila so much

WE LOVE YOU NILA I HOPE WE SEE YOU AGAIN SOME DAY

FIRBOLG HUG

I’ve cried way too much these past like idk 7 episodes

Nila is forever a member of the M9 y’all save that feather

it’s fine

it’s totally fine

How many members of the M9 are there now

Fjord Jester Caleb Nott Beau Molly Yasha, then Shakaste, Cali, Kiri, Keg, Nila, and now Clay.

God this was such a good episode.

Caduceus is great guys. He’s different enough from Molly not to make me heartsore, and I think he’ll bring a nice new dynamic? I’m not at all disappointed by him (not that I expected to be, I knew Taliesin wouldn’t let us down).

I’m gonna miss Nila so much. Like Marisha said, she was the softness the group needed.

I can’t believe Sumalee has never properly played before! That’s amazing! She was amazing! I hope I can be half that great at my first proper game!

And I’m so excited to see how it goes next week, live from GenCon! Excited to see how this section wraps up. It’s gonna be amazing.

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SUPERNATURAL: Olivia Parker: Asylum

Words: 8K

A:N: So sorry for this chapter to be posted this late! I hope you guys will like it!! 

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Taglist: @ohsoevilsoul

Warning: Angst, blood, fight, ghosts.

Previous parts: Pilot — Wendigo — Dead In The Water — Phantom Traveler — Bloody Mary — Skin — Hook Man — The Fight — Home

Olivia and Levy were running in the church, looking behind them every two minutes. Levy takes Olivia's hand and takes her into a dark room, closing the door behind them. Two guards of Khogalla pass next to the door, ignoring they were inside. Levy looks at Olivia. "What's the plan?" Olivia looks around her then back at Levy. "We need weapons." Levy nods. "Of course, but, uh, we're in a church." Olivia nods. "I didn't say it was going to be easy, or remotely logical, or a good idea. Just stated what we needed. The how is another thing.", "Cool." Olivia sighs. "Let's just see what we have here."

In Rockford, Illinois, there is a deserted building. Inside of it, there is graffiti and rubbish everywhere. Torchlight moves along the walls, a chain across a door is broken. Outside, a police car pulls up. Two cops walk up to chain link fence surrounding the building. "Can't keep kids out of this place." States the first cop. "What is it, anyway?" Asks his partner. "I forgot! You're not a local. You don't know the legend.", "Legend?", "Every town's got its stories, right? Ours is Roosevelt Asylum. They say it's haunted with the ghosts of the patients. Spend the night, the spirits will drive you insane." The two police officers enter the building with flashlights. "Hello? Police officers." They see the broken chain on the floor. The first cop sighs, "you're telling me these kids brought bolt-cutters? Come on. Let's split up.", "Right."          The first cop's partner looks around, "hello? Hello?"          The first cop wanders into another room. Expression changes. "Alright, come on out." His flashlight reveals three kids sitting in the dark.          The second cop's flashlight goes out, and he shakes it. A door creaks open, something in this room looks at the officer. He slowly turns to look at the open door.          Outside, the first the officer watches a car drive off then reaches for his radio. "Kelly, you copy?" Kelly suddenly appears behind him, making him jump. "Jeez! Where the hell have you been?", "In there…", "What was it? See anything?", "Huh. No." They return to the police car. Kelly's partner takes the car radio. "This is patrol one four. We are clear and returning to the station." Someone on the radio answers, "Roger."          Kelly enters his bedroom. His wife is reading in bed. "Hey." Kelly ignores his wife and begins lining up his gun, keys, etc., on a chest of drawers. "So, what? You're still not talking to me? Walt! I said I was sorry about before — how many times do I have to say it?" Kelly picks up his gun. Three gunshots are heard.

Sam and Dean were in a hotel room. Sam was on the phone while Dean was on his computer. "No, Dad was in California last we heard from him. We just thought—he comes to you for munitions—maybe you've seen him in the last few weeks. Just, call us if you hear anything." Sam hangs up. "Caleb hasn't heard from him?" Sam shakes his head. "Nope. And neither has Jefferson or Pastor Jim. And you, anything from Olivia?" Dean shakes his head. "Nothing. She doesn't answer her phone. She's out of the radar. It's like she disappeared from the surface of Earth." Sam sighs. "She's somewhere. We're going to find her." Dean scratches his cheek and nods, still focusing on his computer.

Levy and Olivia were still hiding in the room. "I don't get it." Says Olivia, she looks at Levy. "Don't you have powers?" He nods. "I do. But apparently, they stayed in Khogalla." Olivia nods and looks away. "Balls." She stands up. Levy does the same. "All right. Do you know how to fight?" Levy grimaces, Olivia sighs. "Okay. Just stand back." He frowns. "For what?", "Security." She mutters, walking to the door. She opens it and coughs. The two guards that were searching for them ran to her. Levy's eyes got wide open, realizing her plan. After what seemed like the longest fight ever, Olivia knocked the two guards out. Her and Levy took the bodies inside the room with them and closed the door. Olivia looked at Levy, smiling. "Now we have weapons." Levy looks at her not smiling, she rolls her eyes and starts to take the weapons on the guards. "After we're done, tie them up." She takes the sword one of the guards had. Levy looks at her, "where are you going?", "I'm going to find her.", "She's probably not here. And you can't defeat her. You're not at full power.", "Well, at least I'm going to see if the church is clear." Levy nods.

"What about the journal? Any leads over there?" Asks Sam. "No, same as last time I looked. Nothing I can make out —I love the guy, but I swear, he writes like frigging Yoda.", "You know, maybe we should call the Feds. File a missing person's.", "We've talked about this. Dad'd be pissed if we put the Feds on his tail.", "I don't care anymore." Dean's cell phone rings, he crosses the room, while Sam keeps talking. "After all that happened back in Kansas, I mean—he should've been there, Dean. You said so yourself. You tried to call him and—nothing.", "I know!" Dean rummages through his duffel. "Where the hell is my phone?", "You know, he could be dead for all we know.", "Don't say that! He's not dead! He's—he's…", "He's what? He's hiding? He's busy?" Dean finds and flicks opens the cell phone. 'Message. From: Unavailable. — Subject: Message: 42, -89 9:52' "Huh. I don't believe it.", "What?", "It's, uh—It's a text message, it's coordinates." Dean takes his laptop and types on it. "You think Dad was texting us?" Dean shrugs, "he's given us coordinates before.", "The man can barely work a toaster, Dean.", "Sam, it's good news! It means he's okay, or alive at least.", "It could be Olivia.", "No. It said 'unknown.' Olivia would've used her phone number.", "Well, where do the coordinates point?", "That's the interesting part. Rockford, Illinois.", "Ok. And that's interesting how?", "I checked the local Rockford paper. Take a look at this. This cop, Walter Kelly, comes home from his shift, shoots his wife, then puts the gun in his mouth, blows his brains out. And earlier that night, Kelly and his partner responded to a call at the Roosevelt Asylum.", "Okay, I'm not following. What has this had to do with us?", "Dad earmarked the same asylum in the journal. Let's see." Dean searching through the journal. "Here. Seven unconfirmed sightings, two deaths — until last week at least. I think this is where he wants us to go." Sam snorts. "This is a job. Dad wants us to work a job.", "Well, maybe we will meet up with him? Maybe he's there?", "Maybe he's not? I mean, he could be sending us there, by ourselves, to hunt this thing.", "Who cares! If he wants us there, it's good enough for me!", "This doesn't strike you as weird? The texting? The coordinates?", "Sam! Dad's telling us to go somewhere, we're going." Sam makes a bitchface and sighs. "What about Olivia?", "We'll keep searching at the same time. In this motel or another that doesn't change."          Walter Kelly's partner, Daniel Gunderson sits at a table in a local bar. Dean walks in front of him. "You're Daniel Gunderson. You're a cop, right?" Daniel nods, "yeah.", "Huh. I'm uh, Nigel Tufnel, The Chicago Tribune. Mind if I ask you a couple of questions, about your partner?", "Yeah, I do. I'm just trying to have a beer here.", "That's okay, I swear it won't take that long. I just want to get the story in your words.", "A week ago, my partner was sitting in that chair. Now he's dead. You're going to ambush me here?", "Sorry. But I need to know what happened." Sam comes in and pushes Dean aside roughly, "Hey, buddy, why don't you leave the poor guy alone! The man's an officer! Why don't you show a little respect!" Dean pauses, staring, then walks off. Daniel looks at Sam, "you didn't have to do that." Sam nods, "yeah, of course, I did. That guy's a serious jerk. Let me buy you a beer, huh?" Sam looks at the barman, "Two." Daniel nods again, "thanks."          Sam walks out of the bar to Dean who's sitting on the Impala. "Shoved me kind of hard in there, buddy boy.", "I had to sell it, didn't I? It's method acting." Dean frowns, "huh?" Sam shakes his head, "never mind.", "What'd you find out from Gunderson?", "So, Walter Kelly was a good cop. Head of his class, even-keeled, he had a bright future ahead of him."," What about at home?", "He and his wife had a few fights, like everybody, but he was mostly smooth sailing. They were even talking about having kids.", "Alright, so either Kelly had some deep-seated crazy waiting to bust out, or something else did it to him.", "Right.", "What did Gunderson tell you about the asylum?" Sam looks at Dean and raises his eyebrows, "a lot."

Olivia comes back into the room where Levy was hiding. He stands up and looks at her, "they're gone.", "She sent them there to get to you." Olivia sighs. "This is crazy. This—" Her phone rings one more time, she takes it and answers it. "Yes." She grimaces when she hears Dean's voice. "Okay, Dean, calm down." She looks at Levy, he could see she was pissed off by everything happening to her lately. "Could you just shut up for one moment and let me explain my goddamn self, Winchester?" Dean doesn't answer. "Thank you. Now. I couldn't answer your calls and messages because I had an unfortunate event happen to me. I'm taking care of something first and then I will be on my way, just send me coordinates or whatsoever." She answers with a few 'okay' and 'alright' and hangs up. Levy looks at her, an eyebrow raised. "You." She points at Levy. "…Yes?", "You figure out a way to get your mojo back, I take care of the bodies, I call the cops for Father Moore's body, and we're on our way out." He nods. She looks at the bodies and sighs. "Okay let's get rid of you two."

Sam and Dean jump over the tall chain linked fence at the asylum and enter. Sam indicates a sign over one door, "so apparently the cops chased the kids there—into the south wing.", "South wing, huh? Wait a second." Dean flips through John's journal. "1972. Three kids broke into the south wing, only one survived. The way he tells it, one of his friends went nuts and started lighting up the place.", "So whatever is going on, the south wing is the heart of it.", "But if the kids are spelunking the asylum, why aren't there a ton more deaths?" Sam looks around, he notices the broken chain. "Looks like the doors are usually chained. Could've been chained up for years.", "Yeah, to keep people out." Dean looks at Sam, "or to keep something in." They look at the door, then at each other, then back at the door. Sam slowly pushes the door open. They walk down a hallway. "Let me know if you see any dead people, Haley Joel." Sam rolls his eyes at Dean, "dude, enough.", "I'm serious. You have got to be careful, all right? Ghosts are attracted to that whole ESP thing you got going on.", "I told you, it's not ESP! I just have strange vibes sometimes. Weird dreams.", "Yeah, whatever. Don't ask don't tell." After a moment of silence, Sam looks at Dean and his EMF, "you got any reading on that thing or not?", "Nope. Of course, it doesn't mean no one's home.", "Spirits can't appear during certain hours of the day.", "Yeah, the freaks come out at night.", "Yeah." Dean looks at Sam, "hey, Sam, who do you think is the hotter psychic, Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you?" Sam pushes Dean, who laughs.

"Okay." Olivia closes the door of her car and gets to the motel room she booked for her and Levy. Levy stays in the car, not knowing what to do. Olivia looks back at Levy and frowns, "Levy?" He looks at her but doesn't answer. She walks to the passenger door and opens it. He looks up at her, worries in his eyes, she smiles at him reassuringly, feeling his anxiety. "Come on, we're going to get cleaned up and rest a little before heading to were Sam and Dean are." Levy nods and gets out of the car. She closes the door, locks the car, and they enter their motel room. Levy looks around the room and stays up next to the door. Olivia gets two bottles of water out of the small fridge. She gives one bottle to Levy. "Levy, are you okay?" He frowns, "it's so different from Khogalla. I can feel the amount of evil in the area, I can feel your distress, and I can't help but think about the people that need me, need you, us, back in Khogalla." Olivia takes Levy's arm and sits him on the bed. She sits on the one in front of him, "we're going to save them, I promise you, Levy. But for that we will need Sam and Dean, you can trust them, they're—", "The best hunters. All of us back in Khogalla know them." Olivia smiles. "We will save Khogalla, Levy.", "I believe you." She takes his hand in hers and smiles. "Okay, now go get cleaned up, I'm going to grab some food." He nods, puts the bottle down and goes into the bathroom. Olivia takes a deep breath and stands up, leaves the motel room to get some food.

Sam and Dean enter another room and look around. Dean whistles. "Man. Electro-shock. Lobotomies. They did some twisted stuff to these people. Kinda like my man Jack in Cuckoo's Nest." Dean makes crazy eyes and grins at Sam. Sam ignores him and Dean's smile drops. They look around some more. "So, what do you think? Ghosts possessing people?" Asks Dean. "Maybe. Or maybe it's more like Amityville, or the Smurl hunting.", "Spirits driving them insane. Kinda like my man Jack in the Shining." Dean grins. "Dean." Dean looks at Sam. "When are we going to talk about it?", "Talk about what?", "About the fact that Dad is not here.", "Oh. I see. How about—never?", "I'm being serious, man. He sent us here—", "So am I, Sam. Look, he sent us here, he obviously wants us here. We will pick up the search later.", "It doesn't matter what he wants.", "See. That attitude? Right there? That is why I always get the extra cookie.", "Dad could be in trouble, we should be looking for him. We deserve some answers, Dean. I mean, this is our family we're talking about.", "I understand that Sam, but he's given us an order.", "So what, we've got to always follow Dad's orders?", "Of course we do." Sam gives Dean a frustrated Face. Dean stares at him then turns away, ending the conversation. Dean pokes around and picks up a sign. " 'Sanford Ellicott.' — You know what we have to do. We have to find out more about the south wing. See if something happened here." Dean walks away, leaving the sign with Sam, who stares down at it with his infamous bitchface.

Olivia and Levy were on the road. Levy didn't talk much, he was looking at the landscape they were passing, Olivia could see curiosity and fear were mixed up in his eyes, but she also could feel it in his heart. This feeling only reminded her of what Father Moore told her. 'You need to talk with your heart. He can hear you, but he can't find you. Your souls are bound, he's your other half. Talk to him with your heart.' So Olivia decided to try. She thought about a happy memory, making her smile. Levy looked at her and smiled. She looks back at him, "My father loved to take me out every Saturday. It was our father-daughter moment. I remember being impatient the whole week for this day to come.", "You two were close?" Olivia nods. "He was my best friend. He understood me easily. We had the same temper." Levy frowns. "You're talking in past sentence." Olivia sighs. "My parents recently died. A demon killed them.", "You're used to fighting." Olivia shrugs at Levy's words. "I've grown up this way. I got out. Out of the hunting life, I had a son and a husband. But, they also were killed.", "By a demon?" Olivia sighs. "I don't know that yet.", "You mean…?", "We didn't find it. All we know is the thing that killed my family is the one who killed Sam and Dean's mother and Sam's girlfriend." Levy sighs. "The Aurea war should've stopped this.", "Stop what?", "Evil. All of this Evil in this city.", "It's everywhere, Levy. It's a constant war, we win battles, but the war is far from being over. In fact, I can't help but believe she's just started. We're in for a long shot.", "Are you afraid?", "Always. And I use it, it reminds me I'm human, that I'm not what I'm fighting against. I use it to fuel my strength." Levy smiles. "You maybe don't remember Khogalla or me, but you're still the same. You're my Queen. You're this fighter who still believes in the good. Still believe that souls are born pure, that it's up to the people to decide what to make of it. How to use it.", "I might not remember all of this, yet, but I do know one thing, the connection we have? I feel it. And I will do whatever it takes to save Khogalla."

Sam sits on a couch, flicking through a magazine. A man comes to the open door. The sign on the door reads 'Dr. James Ellicott, Clinical Psychiatry.' "Sam Winchester?" Dr. Ellicott calls out for Sam. Sam raises his hand, "that's me.", "Come on in." They move into the inner room. "Thanks again for seeing me last minute." Sam looks around the room. "Dr…Ellicott. Ellicott, that name. Wasn't there a—a Dr. Sanford Ellicott? Yeah, he was a chief psychiatrist somewhere.", "My father was chief of staff at the old Roosevelt Asylum. How did you know?", "Ah. Well, I'm sort of a local history buff. Hey, wasn't there, an incident or something? In the hospital, I guess. In the south wing, right?", "We're on your dollar, Sam. We're here to talk about you.", "Oh, okay. Yeah, yeah. Sure.", "So, how are things?", "Ah, things are good, Doctor.", "Good. What have you been doing?", "Ahh, same old. I have just been on a—on a road trip with my brother and best friend.", "Was that fun?" Sam takes a long pause before answering. "Loads. Umm. You know, we—ahh—we—met—a lot of—interesting people. Did a lot of—ah—interesting things…You know? What was it exactly that happened in the south wing? I forget…", "Look, if you're a local history buff, you know all about the Roosevelt riot.", "The Riot. Well, no. I know. I'm just curious.", "Sam. Let's cut the bull, shall we? You're avoiding the subject.", "What subject?", "You. Now I will make you a deal. I will tell you all about the Roosevelt riot if you tell me something honest about yourself. Like, uh, this brother and the best friend you're road tripping with. How do you feel about them?" Sam looks a little bit freaked out.          Dean leans against glass windows next to the door, looking bored. Olivia's car parks next to the Impala. Dean frowns when he sees Levy coming out of the car. But worry hits him when he sees Olivia's bruised eye and cut lip. "What the hell happened to you?" Olivia sighs. Dean looks at her and frowns. He doesn't hesitate and embraces her. "I'm glad you're okay." Olivia closes her eyes. "But you will have to explain yourself." Olivia pulls away and nods, "I know. And I will." Dean nods and looks at Levy. Olivia shakes her head, "oh, sorry. Levy, Dean, Dean, Levy.", "Is he the friend you were helping out?", "No, he's the one who helped me out." Dean frowns again. "I will explain everything once we're in our motel room, Dean.", "Okay." After a moment waiting outside, Sam walks out. Dean growls. "Dude! You were in there forever. What the hell were you talking about?", "Just the hospital, you know. Hey Olivia." Olivia smiles. "Hey, uh, Sam, this is Levy." Sam smiles at Levy, Levy nods. Dean clears his throat and looks at Sam, "and?", "And the south wing? It's where the housed the tough cases. The psychotics, the criminally insane.", "Sounds cozy." Sam nods at Dean. "Yeah. And one night in '64, they rioted. Attacked staff. Attacked each other." Olivia grimaces, "so, the patients took over the asylum?" Sam nods, "apparently.", "Any deaths?" Asks Dean. "Some patients, some staff. I guess it was pretty gory. Some of the bodies were never even recovered, including our chief of staff, Ellicott.", "Wait," Olivia shakes her head and closes her eyes, then she looks at Sam, "what do you mean by 'never recovered'?", "Cops scoured every inch of the place, but I guess the patients must've—stuffed the bodies somewhere hidden." Levy was getting pale, but no one seemed to notice. Dean scoffs, "that's grim." Sam nods. "Yeah. So, they transferred all the remaining patents and closed the hospital down." Olivia sighs loudly. "So," starts Dean, "to sum it up, we've got a bunch of violent deaths and a bunch of unrecovered bodies.", "And a bunch of angry spirits." Olivia looks at Levy, he looks back at her and shakes his head. He walks away. Olivia looks at Sam and Dean. "Excuse me a second." She walks fast and joins Levy. Dean watches them while Sam was watching him, he clears his throat, Dean looks back at him. "I say let's check out the hospital tonight."

A torchlight approaches behind a door. The door creaks open, a young man and woman, university-aged, enter. "Check this out! Creepy—yet terrifying." States the man. "I thought we were going to a movie." Says the woman. "This is better. It's like we're in a movie." The woman huffs. "I can't believe you call this a date.", "Come on. It will be fun. Let's look around. Come on!" They move further along. The man jumps and swings around. "What was that?" The woman also swings around. The man pokes her, and she jumps, then hits him. He laughs. "Hey, look. Come on, let's check it out.", "I—don't want to. Let's just go.", "Come on!" They stare at each other. "Okay. Okay, you can wait here.", "W— Gavin. No.", "I'm just going to be a minute. Nothing is going to get you, I promise." Gavin moves into the next room alone. The door slams behind him. He looks at it, grins, and keeps going. In the doorway, a female figure with long hair is seen in shadow just as Gavin's flashlight fails. He shakes it. "Damn it." Gavin turns around, "Hey sweetie. Couldn't take it, huh?" The female figure moves closer and puts her hands either side of his face. "Hey." Gavin and the female figure start making out. In the distance, the voice of his girlfriend is heard, "Gavin? Gavin, where are you?" Gavin pulls back and freaks out.

Sam, Dean, Olivia, and Levy are in the Winchester's motel room. Olivia was explaining everything that happened to her up until the episode in the church. "When Levy arrived, we tried to convince Father Moore to go to the hospital, that's when at least ten guards came. At first, we fought, Father Moore wanted to help us, but one of the guards killed him. We fought some more, but they were stronger and armed. We didn't have any weapon on us. So we hid. The church was so big that it was hard to find our way anywhere we could hide, after a moment we found a room and hid in it. Two guards were close behind us, so we set a trap, knocked them out and took their weapon. By the time we were ready to fight them, the rest of the guards were gone." Sam and Dean frown. "That doesn't make sense." Levy stands up. Olivia looks at him, confused. "Olivia, where is your necklace?", "It's on my n—" Olivia touches her neck, but there was nothing. "It must have dropped.", "Or they took it." Adds Dean. "Oh, no, no, no, no." Olivia looks at Levy who was panicking, she stands up, "what?! What's going on?", "She has the other piece of the necklace, the one I have on me is useless! She's keeping you at your human strength.", "Well, I'm sorry, but for a human, I'm strong.", "Yes, I know, but that is not the point. She's not human, she's a witch, without you and your powers, she's the strongest witch. By keeping the pearls, the two necklaces separate, she's assuring her victory." Silence fell upon the room. Olivia sat back down. "Balls.", "Okay." Dean stands up. "Here's the plan, I have no idea what all of this means, but you will explain to me later. So you two you stay here, find a way, anything. While Sam and I will wrap up this case." Levy nods. "Okay, let's move." Sam and Dean leave the motel room.

Sam and Dean are standing in front of the Asylum entrance. Sam pushes open the door, Dean beside him. "Sam is holding a video camera and flashlight, Dean an EMF. "Getting readings?" Asks Sam. "Yeah, big time.", "this place is orbing like crazy.", "Probably multiple spirits out and about.", "And if these uncovered bodies are causing the haunting—", "We have to find them and burn them. Just be careful though. The only thing that makes me more nervous than a pissed off spirit—is the pissed off spirit of a psycho killer." Sam and Dean keep walking, missing a crazed-looking bald man strapped into a straitjacket in the corner.          Sam and Dean keep looking and move into separate rooms. After a minute Sam sees an old woman through the video lens; white-haired, one eye bloody and hanging out, walking toward him. "Dean? Dean!!" Dean runs into the room, rummaging through his bag at the same time. "Shotgun!", "Sam, get down!" Shouts Dean. Sam throws himself on the ground. Dean shoots the woman, she disintegrates. They both look around gasping. "That was weird." Says Sam. "Yeah. You're telling me." Dean starts moving out of the room. Sam follows. "No, Dean, I mean it was weird that she didn't attack me.", "Looked pretty aggro from where I was standing.", "She didn't hurt me. She didn't even try! So if she didn't want to hurt me then what did she want?" A noise comes from a room they are passing. Dean immediately raises his shotgun, and Sam flicks on the torch and shines it into the room. They approach a metal bed covered in a ragged shet, on its side. They see the top of a blonde head behind it. They brace themselves. Sam reaches out and tips the bed over. Gavin's girlfriend is crouched, facing the corner. She spins around, terrified and gasping. "It's alright. We're not going to hurt you. It's okay. What's your name?" Asks Dean, trying to reassure her. "Katherine. Kat.", "Okay. I'm Dean, this is Sam.", "What are you doing here?!", "Um. My boyfriend, Gavin.", "Is he here?" Asks Dean. "Somewhere. He thought it would be fun, try and see some ghosts. I thought it was all just—you know. Pretend. I've seen things. I heard Gavin scream and…", "Alright. Kat? Come on. Sam is going to get you out of here and then we're going to find your boyfriend.", "No! No. I'm not going to leave without Gavin. I'm coming with you.", "It's no joke around here, okay. It's dangerous." States Dean. "That's why I have to find him." Sam and Dean glance at each other. Sam shrugs. "Alright, I guess we're going to split up then. Let's go."

Olivia and Levy were in the motel room, books and papers were scattered all around the room. Olivia was on her computer while Levy was reading a book. Olivia sighs. Levy looks up at her. "Levy, this is going nowhere. There is no trace of Khogalla. We're wasting time, here.", "I know, but we can't do much." Olivia looks at the necklace then back at Levy. "Or maybe we can." Levy frowns.

Kat is with Dean. "Gavin…Gavin?", "I've got a question for you. You've seen a lot of horror movies, yeah?", "I guess so." Dean turns to face her. "Do me a favor. Next time you see one? Pay attention. When someone says a place is haunted—don't go in!" As they move on, a dark shape moves across the inside of the window Dean, and Kat passed.          Sam sees Gavin on the ground unconscious and crouches to shake him. Gavin wakes and freaks out. "Hey, Gavin. It's okay, I'm here to help.", "Who are you?", "My name is Sam. Uh, we found your girlfriend.", "Kat?" Gavin stands up. "Is she alright?", "Yeah. She's worried about you. Are you okay?", "I was running. I think I fell.", "You were running from what?", "There was—there was this girl. Her face, it was all messed up.", "Okay listen, did this girl—did she try and hurt you?", "What? No, she—uh…", "She what?", "She—kissed me.", "Uh—um—but—but she didn't hurt you, physically?", "Dude! She kissed me. I'm scarred for life!", "Well, trust me, it could have been worse. Now, do you remember anything else?", "She uh—actually, she tried to whisper something in my ear.", "What?", "I don't know. I ran like hell."          Dean and Kat were in another hallway, Dean leading the way. The flashlight fades. Dean shakes the torch. "You son of a bitch." He researches into his pocket. "It's alright, I got a lighter." Says Dean. Kat turns to look behind them. "Ow. You're hurting my arm.", "What are you talking about?" They turn to look at each other, realizing they're too far apart to be touching, they look down. A disembodied hand is clutching Kat's arm. Kat is dragged into a room, the metal door slamming behind her. Dean races to it and struggles to pull it open, Kat bangs on it from the inside, but it doesn't budge.

"Are you sure it's going to work?", "Well, Father Moore and you said that those pearls are the essence of me, right?" Levy nods. "Okay, so with one part of the necklace, and me doing the exact same thing I did to bring you here, but this time to go where the other half is.", "Which is probably in Khogalla.", "Where you will have your powers.", "Fighting Profeta in Khogalla, on our ground would be a plus for us.", "Or not. She could be waiting for us. She's been owning Khogalla for a long time now, she's more at ease back there than we would be. But no matter where we fight her, our chances are the same. Just a little bit stronger with us being in Khogalla. Not only it will not endanger innocents, but as I mentioned, you will have your powers.", "Well, I guess there is only one way to find out." Olivia shrugs. "Yup.", "You're sure you don't want to wait for Sam and Dean?", "What help would they be? Be honest.", "Back there? Nothing.", "Exactly. Let's get to work." Levy nods.

Dean continues to struggle with the door. "Let me out! Please!", "Kat! Hang on!" Dean smashes at the door with a metal pipe, then tries to jimmy it open. Inside, Kat slowly backs up, looking at the door. Someone stands behind her, breathing heavily. When Kat spins around, there is no one there. Dean continues banging on the door. Kat turns again and sees the ghost. Tall, heavyset, long dark oily hair, his face a bloody mess. Kat screams and backs up to the door — and backs into him. She screams again. Sam runs down the hall to Dean, followed by Gavin. "What's going on?", "She's inside with one of them.", "Help me!!" Screams Kat. "Kat!!" Screams back Gavin. Kat slides down against the door as the ghost approaches. "Get me out of here!", "Kat, it's not going to hurt you. Listen to me. You've got to face it. You've got to calm down." Dean turns to Sam, astonished. "She's got to what?!", "I have to what?!", "These spirits, they're not trying to hurt us, they're trying to communicate. You have to face it. You have to listen to it.", "You face it!", "No! It's the only way to get out of there.", "No!", "Look at it, come on. You can do it." Kat, taking deep breaths, turns to face the ghost. He leans in close to her face. "Kat?" Calls out Gavin. "Man, I hope you're right about this." Sam nods, "yeah, me too." They wait outside the door in a tense silence. The lock clicks and the door slowly opens. Kat is standing int he doorway. "Oh, Kat." Sam goes inside to check out the room. He comes back out, shaking his head at Dean. "One thirty-seven." Dean looks at Kat. "Sorry?", "It whispered in my ear, One thirty-seven." Sam and Dean spoke in synch, "room number." Sam and Dean crouch against the wall where they can't be heard. "Alright. So if these spirits aren't trying to hurt anyone—" Starts Sam, "—Then what are they trying to do?" Finishes Dean. "Maybe that's what they've been trying to tell us.", "I guess we will find out.", "Alright.", "So, now, are you guys ready to leave this place?" Asks Dean to Gavin and Kat. Kat nods, "that's an understatement.", "Okay." Dean turns to Sam, "you get them out of here. I'm going to find room one thirty-seven."          Sam leads Kat and Gavin down a hallway. "So. How do you guys know about all this ghost stuff?" Wonders Kat. "It's kind of our job.", "Why would anyone want a job like that?" Sam huffs a laugh at Kat's remark. "I had a crappy guidance counselor.", "And Dean? He's your boss?" Sam looks down at Kat, "No."          Dean moves down a hallway and shines his torch on room one thirty-seven. He pushes against the door, using his weight to push aside the broken furniture blocking it. The place is a mess, filing cabinets pushed over, papers everywhere, the walls stained. He shines the torch around, flicks through some folders lying in a cabinet, and keeps looking.          Sam marches down a hallway and tries the door, but it's locked. He tries another one, also locked. "Alright. I think we have a small problem.", "Then break it down." Answers Gavin. "I don't think that's going to work.", "Then a window." Kat looks at Gavin, "they're barred.", "Then how are we supposed to get out?" Asks Gavin. "That's the point. We're not. There's something in here. It doesn't want us to leave." Kat looks at Sam, "those patients…" Sam shakes his head, "no. Something else."          Dean is still searching the room. He finds a loose panel and pries it off. Behind it is a satchel full of papers. "This is why I get paid the big bucks." Inside is a journal with many notes and hand-drawn pictures of medical instruments. Dean pulls up a chair and starts reading, looking concerned. "Well, all work and no play makes Dr. Ellicott a very dull boy." A noise makes him look up quickly.          Sam moves back down a hallway toward Kat and Gavin. "Alright, I've looked everywhere. There's no other way out." Gavin raises his eyebrows, "so what the hell are we going to do?", "Well, for starters, we're not going to panic." Says Sam. "Why the hell not!?" Panics Gavin. Sam's phone rings and he answers. "Hey. — Sam, it's me. I see it. It's coming at me. — Where are you? — I'm in the basement. Hurry up! — I'm on my way." Sam hangs up and looks at Kat and Gavin. "Alright, can either of you handle a shotgun?", "What? No!" Answers Gavin. Kat shrugs, "I can." Gavin looks at her in amazement. "My dad took me skeet shooting a couple of time.", "Alright, here. It's loaded with rock salt. It may not kill a spirit, but it will repel it. So if you see something, shoot." Kat nods, "okay.", "Okay."          Sam is searching through hallways and rooms. "Dean!" His flashlight flickers and fades. He shakes and taps it. A door behind him swings open. He raises his shotgun and approaches carefully. "Dean?" A shadow moves behind a ragged curtain, drawing his attention. When he pulls the curtain back, there's no one there. He then turns, and an old beaten up man with ragged hair and clothes grabs Sam's face, his hands start glowing.  "Don't be afraid. I'm going to make you all better."

Olivia and Levy were still in the motel room. Olivia sighs and puts her head in her hands. "I can't. I start to feel the connection to Khogalla, and then it goes away." Levy sits next to her. "You can do this. With or without powers, you're one of the strongest people I know. You can do this." Olivia looks at Levy and smiles. "Okay.", "Okay. Just take a deep breath, when you feel that connection coming, hold onto it." Olivia nods, she closes her eyes and focuses again.

Gavin paces, Kat crouches against the wall holding the shotgun. Kat sighs, "hey, Gavin?" Gavin comes to crouch beside her. "Yeah?", "If we make it out of here alive— we are so breaking up." Gavin stares at her. They hear a noise around the corner and both rise. Kat raises her shotgun, "did you hear that?", "Something's coming." Dean comes around the corner and sees Kat just as she pulls the trigger. He throws himself back around the corner, crouching against the wall. "Damn it, damn it, don't shoot! It's me!", "Sorry! Sorry.", "Son of a—" Dean comes round the corner and looks at the marks left in the wall. "What are you still doing here!? Where's Sam?" Gavin frowns, "he went to the basement. You called him.", "I didn't call anybody.", "His cell phone rang. He said it was you." Says Kat. "Basement, huh?" Dean looks around and grabs some extra weapons. "Alright. Watch yourselves— and watch out for me!"          Dean looks around in the basement. "Sammy? Sam, you down here? Sam? Sam!" As he turns, Sam is standing right in front of him. Dean jumps back, automatically raising his shotgun. "Man, answer me when I'm calling! You're alright?", "Yeah. I'm fine.", "You know it wasn't me who called your cell, right?", "Yeah, I know. I think something lured me down here.", "I think I know who. Dr. Ellicott. That's what the spirits have been trying to tell us. You haven't seen him, have you?", "No. How do you know it was him?", "Because I found his log book. Apparently, he was experimenting on his patients, awful stuff. Makes lobotomies look like a couple of aspirin.", "But it was the patients who rioted.", "Yeah. They were rioting against Dr. Ellicott. Dr. Feelgood was working on some sort of, like, extreme rage therapy. He thought that if he could get his patients to vent their anger, then they would be cured of it. Instead, it only made them worse and worse and angrier and angrier. So I'm thinking, what if his spirit is doing the same thing? To the cop? To the kids in the seventies, making them so angry they become homicidal… Come on, we got to find his bones and torch them.", "How? The police never found his body.", "The log book said he had some sort of hidden procedure room down here somewhere where he'd work on his patients. So, if I were a patient I'd drag his ass down here, do a little work on it myself.", "I don't know, it sounds kind of…", "Crazy?", "Yeah.", "Yeah. Exactly." Dean opens another door, looks inside, then gestures with his head for Sam to follow. Sam gives Dean a stealthy, sly look. They both enter the room. "I told you I looked everywhere, Dean. I didn't find a hidden room.", "Well, that's why they call it hidden." Dean hears a wind noise. "Do you hear that?", "What?" Dean looks around, crouches and holds his hand out. "There's a door here." Sam points his gun at Dean. "Dean." A trickle of blood runs from his nose. "Step back from the door." Dean raises to his feet, his eyes going from the gun to Sam's face. "Sam put the gun down.", "Is that an order?", "Nah, it's more of a friendly request." Sam raises his gun to point at Dean's chest. "Because I'm getting pretty tired of taking your orders.", "I knew it. Ellicott did something to you.", "For once in your life, just shut your mouth.", "What are you going to do, Sam? Gun's filled with rock salt. It's not going to kill me." Sam shoots Dean in the chest. The shot blasts him backward through the hidden door to fall on the floor. "No. But it will hurt like hell." Dean lies on the floor, gasping for breath. "Sam!" Sam stands over him. "We have to burn Ellicott's bones, and all this will be over, and you will be back to normal.", "I am normal. I'm just telling the truth for the first time. I mean, why are we even here? Because you're following Dad's orders like a good little soldier? Because you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval?", "This isn't you talking, Sam.", "That's the difference between you and me. I have a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic, like you.", "So what are you going to do, huh? Are you going to kill me?", "You know what, I am sick of doing what you tell me to do. We're no closer to finding Dad today than we were six months ago.", "Well, then here. Let me make it easier for you." Dean holds his Smith & Wesson toward Sam. "Come on. Take it. Real bullets are going to work a hell of a lot better than rock salt." Sam hesitates. "Take it!!" Sam points the gun at Dean's face. "You hate me that much? You think you could kill your own brother? Then go ahead. Pull the trigger. Do it!" Sam pulls the trigger, but the chamber is empty. He tries again, and once more. Dean uses a right cross to knock Sam to the ground and struggles to get up. He moves to stand over Sam. "Man, I'm not going to give you a loaded pistol!" Sam stares up at Dean. Dean delivers a vicious right cross the knock Sam out, almost falling as he does so. He pats Sam's chest. "Sorry, Sammy."

"Okay, do you feel the connection?" Olivia nods. Levy takes her hand and closes his eyes. After a moment, the air changes, Olivia opens her eyes and realizes they aren't in their motel room anymore. She shakes Levy's hand, he opens his eyes and looks around. They stand up and look around. "Come on, let's go find somewhere more hidden than this." Olivia nods and follows Levy.

Dean begins looking around the room, pushing back ragged curtains with his pistol. Dr. Ellicott glides past, but Dean doesn't notice. He sees a tuft of something poking out of the corner of a closed cupboard and moves closer. He opens the door to find a mummified corpse and flinches back from the smell, gagging. "Oh, that's just gross." Dean salts the body. "Soak it up." Dean drops the salt container and grabs a small tin of kerosene, squirting the body. In the background his torch flickers, unnoticed. A gurney comes flying across the room and knocks Dean to the ground. Dr. Ellicott grabs Dean's face, and once again, his hands light up. "Don't be afraid. I'm going to help you. I'm going to make you all better." Dean struggles to reach his bag with one hand, finds his lighter, flicks it on and tosses it at the mummified body. Ellicott lets go of Dean as his remains start to burn. Dean crawls out of the way and watches ar Ellicott's ghost turns black and falls to the ground, crumbling on impact. Sam wakes up, and Dean looks over at him as Sam flexes his jaw painfully. "You're not going to try and kill me, are you?" Sam raises his hand to push at his jaw, "no.", "Good. Because that would be awkward."

"Okay. Give me your hand." Olivia grimaces and does as told. Levy takes a knife and cuts the palm of her hand. He drips some of her blood over the ground. "Remind me why you're drying me?", "Your blood here will help you having a stronger connection to Khogalla until we get the second part of the necklace back." Olivia nods. Levy wraps something around her now wounded hand. "Okay. Now let's go back to the motel. Just do whatever you did earlier but think of the motel." Olivia focuses and but couldn't find any connection. "Huh, Levy? I can't find the connection." Levy doesn't answer, this never happened. "Wait." Says Olivia. "Give me your hand." Olivia focuses back and feels the connection. The air changes again and when they open their eyes, they're in the motel room. Levy looks at her. "How did you do it?" Olivia scratches the back of her neck. "Well—I—I thought about Dean." Levy smiles.

Sam, Dean, Kat, and Gavin were outside the asylum. Kat smiles, "thanks, guys." Gavin nods,  "yeah, thanks.", "No more haunted asylums, okay?" Gavin and Kat nod at Dean. Sam and Dean watch Gavin and Kat walking toward their car, then they turn to the Impala. "Hey, Dean?" Dean turns to look at Sam but doesn't speak. "I'm sorry, man. I said some awful things back there.", "You remember all that?", "Yeah. It's like I couldn't control it. But I didn't mean it, any of it.", "You didn't, huh?", "No, of course not! Do we need to talk about this?" Dean moves to get into the Impala. "No. I'm not really in the sharing and caring kind of mood. I just want to get some sleep and figure out what the hell is happening to Olivia."

When Sam and Dean enter the room, Olivia felt the tension between them. "Is everything alright?" Sam looks at Dean who nods at Olivia. Olivia looks at Sam, worry in her eyes, Sam looks down and back at her. She sighs. Dean sits down on the bed. "Okay. Olivia. Now's the time for some explanation." Olivia looks at Levy, she sighs and sits down on a chair in front of him. "Okay. Well, I discovered not so long ago, like three days ago that, in my past lives, I was the Queen of some sort of magical kingdom." Dean holds up his hand, Olivia stops talking. He stands up, "what now? A magical kingdom?" Dean looks at Levy, "and who is he? I mean we don't know him, never heard of him, never saw him, and out of nowhere he's here, following you everywhere you go!" Olivia stands up, "Dean calm down.", "Calm down." He looked at Olivia and was about to answer when he saw how panicked she was. "Okay. Okay, sorry.", "The thing is, for me to be at full strength, and power, and to remember those past lives, we need the said necklace, the other half that the guards stole." Dean nods. "Profeta, an evil which is taking control over Khogalla. The kingdom was created on pure, blessed and good grounds, if she takes fully over it, she will be strong enough to take over our world, or to destroy it." Dean sighs loudly. "What's the plan?", "Well, earlier, I tried, with the half that we have to teleport to Khogalla, and it worked." Dean nods, slowly recovering from what Olivia was telling him. "So now that you're here, I say Levy, and I go back there, while you stay here and make sure no one comes to our world.", "Wait, you want us to stay here while you're somewhere only God knows?" Olivia sighs and looks at Levy. He nods. She looks back at Dean. "When I finally was able to go to Khogalla, the only way I found to come back here, was you. You being here was the connection I needed to find my way back."          After the discussion on the plan, Olivia didn't give Dean any choice but to stay there. Everyone was asleep. Dean's phone rings, waking Sam up. "Dean." Dean doesn't move. Frowning, Sam grabs Dean's phone from the end table and checks the number, then flips it open. "Hello." Sam sits straight up in bed. "Dad?"