#he Did get picked up by those sasquatch hunters. both of them.

[deathofthetext]

whenever i listen to dimitris sasquatch letter i am so struck by the concrete knowledge that he is bisexual. its so clear to me in every way. he is just So bisexual.

[massivelycreepypineapple]

We’re All We Got

Request: I would like a Dean x Reader where the reader is their little sister, and Dean has been with her since she was a little girl, and so he is always very protective, and one day she almost dies and he despairs a lot, but everything is fine.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

A/N: Hope you enjoy this! :)

Word Count: 1820

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-flashback to 13yr old Dean-

“Shh, Y/N. It’s going to be ok. You’re fine, kiddo.” Dean whispered as he laid beside her on the motel bed, carding his fingers through her hair.

Y/N, was was running a high fever and it worried Dean and Sam to no end.

“De, my head hurts.” She whimpered, curling up into him.

“I know, kid. I’ll go to the store and get you some medicines ok?”

“No!” Cried Y/N clinging to him tighter. “Don’t go, please”

“Y/N we don’t have anything to make it better. I need to go get some stuff for you. Or it could get worse.” Said Dean trying to pry her hands off him, an action that immediately made her cry.

“D-don’t go!”

“No no please calm down! I’m right her ok? I’ll stay. I won’t go.” He soother her, panicking at her reaction. He had always had a special bond with the 7yr old, and he was extremely protective of her. Sam too, but Y/N was the youngest and was more prone to getting hurt than his brother.

Sam climbed in on the other side of the bed next to Y/N, “Y/N I’ll be right here with you. Dean won’t be long.” He tried convincing her.

“No! I only want De!”

“I’m right here, kid. Ain’t going anywhere.” Said Dean cuddling her more, making sure she was comfortable. He stayed with her till she feel asleep before he could go buy the stuff.

-Flashback end-

Dean was clutching onto Y/N’s hand in the hospital. She was severely hurt by a werewolf and had been quite close to death.

“I’m right here, kid.” He whispered to her unconscious form.

It pained him to see his baby sister like that. Especially when it was his fault. Y/N was no hunter. Her expertise lied in research. However, she did know how to fight almost as well as her brother but chose not to. This one particular hunt, he and Sam were outnumbered and needed an extra hand. So they had no choice but to take Y/N with them. Everything was going according to plan and the three of them fought like a well oiled machine. Unfortunately, right at the end when only one werewolf was remaining, the bastard got Y/N and hurt her badly before getting shot by Sam.

The car ride to the hospital was one of the worst moments of his life. He even made Sam drive them, opting to sit at the back making sure their little sister didn’t bleed to death. Once everything was taken care of, he had refused to leave her side and insisted on Sam getting the rest he needed.

And hour later Sam had arrived with two cups of coffee, startling Dean when he placed an hand on his shoulder.

“Dean, she’s alive. She’s going to wake up. The doctor said so himself.” Sam was very worried about both his siblings. One nearly died and the other is slowly running himself to an early grave.

“I’m fine, Sammy.” Dean mumbled.

“At least have some coffee.” Sam offered him the cup.

Dean took it absentmindedly and placed the thing on the table next to him, making Sam sigh. He barely noticed Sam take a seat beside him rubbing Y/N’s leg.

-flashback to 18 yr old Dean-

Y/N had been hanging out with a couple of her school friends when suddenly she barged into the motel room angry as hell and making a beeline to the bathroom. She slammed the door and locked it, startling her brothers. Dean shared a worried look with Sam and walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing is wrong! Go away!” She yelled, her voiced muffled by the door.

“I know something’s wrong, N/N! Don’t lie to me.”

“I said, GO. AWAY!”

“Did someone hurt you? You know I’ll beat the shit out of them!”

“Y/N, we just want to help.” Said Sam joining Dean.

“I just need 5 minutes ok?” Her voice broke at the end.

“You got 5 minutes, and then I’m coming in.” Said Dean, walking to the bed and sitting on the corner. He was still on alert, waiting for her to come out.

It had become little over 5 mins and just when Dean was about to pick the lock, the door opened a crack and Y/N’s tear stricken face came into view.

“De…” Her small voice came through.

“Y/N, what’s going on. Why are you crying?”

“I… I’m bleeding.” She whispered.

Both Dean and Sam were freaking out.

“What?!” They chorused.

“Y/N! Where? What was it? Why didn’t you say anything sooner?!” Dean was getting angry and trying to open the door more to get a look at her.

“Guys! Not like that! Nothing hurt me!” Her face was red with embarrassment.

They stopped for a second, “What do you mean, N/N?” Asked Sam.

That’s when it hit Dean. She got her first period. He looked at her with wide eyes.

“Oh…”

“Yeah.”

“What’s happening, guys?” A confused Sam asked.

“Sammy, just stay here ok? Keep an eye on her. Both of you just stay here. I’ll be back in 20mins.” With that he rushed out to get her what was needed.

An hour later Y/N was curled up on the bed under the blankets with embarrassment and a hot pack. While Dean was sitting beside her trying to tell her there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

“It’s a normal thing, N/N. It’s happens to every girl.”

“Not in public.” She mumbled.

“Not true, when I was your age, a classmate of mine started to.. you know.. in class. She was very embarrassed too and had her mom come get her. But eventually she forgot about it and so did everyone else.”

He was doing his best to assure her that she was fine, but what came out of her mouth next broke his heart.

“She had a mom to tell her about it. I don’t.”

“N/N…”

She was sniffling under the blankets, trying not to cry. He didn’t know what to say to comfort her.

“If mom were here, she’d be so proud of the way you’re handling it, kid. You’re a champ. I know I ain’t mom, but I’m here for you ok? I’ll always be here for you and Sammy.” He looked at Sam who was trying his best to help as much as he could.

“Thank you, De.” Y/N whispered. “You’re not mom, but you’re kinda cool.”

He ruffled her hair, making her laugh. “I’m more than cool, shortie!”

-flashback end-

Dean chuckled at that memory, kissing the back of her hand. He remembered how he had to explain to the shopkeeper what he was looking for. And he had to help Y/N figure out how to use it too because no one had taught her. They were both an embarrassed mess, but it all worked out in the end. It was hard for the three of them to not have any parental guidance. With a dead mother and an absent father, it fell on Dean’s shoulders to make sure Sam and Y/N were taken care of.

“I swear to god when you wake up I’m gonna kick you ass, kid.” He said softly. “You’re not making it easy on me. It’s my job to keep you safe and I failed. You’ve always been a trouble maker, you know? Sammy was easy compared to you and that’s saying a lot.” He chuckled.

“Hey! You’re one to talk.” Quipped Sam, smiling a little.

“Shush, Sam. It’s rude to interrupt.” He smirked at him. “Anyway, I’m just warning you. You enjoy the peace now. Caz when you open those eyes, I’m going to give you shit, Y/N.”

“Me too. Don’t think I’ll go easy on you, squirt.” Said Sam.

A few seconds later, Dean felt his hand get squeezed. A small groan came from Y/N.

“Y/N!” They called at the same time and sprung into action in a frenzy and called the nurse.

The doctor looked her up and gave her the clear to leave after 48 hours. He also gave them instructions on her diet and gave strict orders on bed rest until the wound healed a little more. When he left a silence set in the room until Y/N broke it.

“So you two think you could give me shit and get away with it?” She smirked tiredly at them.

“You don’t have a say in that, N/N. You nearly died! What were you thinking?!” Said Sam slightly angry.

“I’m sorry, Sammy. But I did what had to be done. It was unavoidable.” She smiled apologetically

“It was not unavoidable, Y/N! We could’ve handled it without you getting in its way!”

“Sam… it would’ve mauled you if I hadn’t. I couldn’t let my favourite Sasquatch get hurt now, can I?”

“Y/N I could’ve-“

“Sam, stop. I’m fine! I’m alive and kicking. So please let it go?” She gave him her puppy dog eyes which she learnt from him.

“Should not have taught you that.” He mumbled grumpily, making her giggle and wince.

Dean through it all was quiet. He was still trying to process everything.

“De…” Called Y/N.

He looked at her with tears in his eyes. He didn’t let them fall however.

“No. Don’t you dare say you’re fine caz you stopped breathing, Y/N!” He snapped at her.

She was taken aback.

“I never should’ve asked you to help us! This could’ve been avoided if I wasn’t such a dumbass.” He rubbed his face. “But at the same time, you saved Sammy. I can’t… I don’t know how to process this.”

“Dean. What was supposed to happen, happened. We’re Winchesters, we’re meant to get hurt, die and rise up again. It’s the way it has been.” Y/N said calmly.

“It doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“No it doesn’t” She chuckled lightly. “But it does mean that you of all people need to take a break once in a while and let the young people do the protecting.”

Dean chuckled at that, “You calling me old, kid?”

“Damn right.” She smirked at him making Sam snort.

“She’s right, Dean. So go take a shower and eat something before your old man body kills you dead.” Sam grinned at him.

“You’re not so young yourself, Sammy” He gave him a bitch face.

“Still younger.” He grinned.

Dean rolled his eyes at Sam and looked at Y/N with a soft smile. He kissed her forehead and whispered, “Don’t run off. I’ll be back in no time.”

“I’ll try not to.” She smiled at him, squeezing his hand before he reluctantly left to fix himself.

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[badbadbucky]

WIP Wednesday 5/5/2021

Very happy to have a WIP Weds this week. It’s been a few weeks because I have really been struggling to make any sort of progress on my story that I could feel good about, but I am finally pointing in the right direction again and even though I am not writing as much as I have in the past, I am still making progress! 

In this section, the Restless are formulating a plan to avenge their dead brother Chuy, who died trying to figure out who killed their beloved preident, Dev, and so three of them have gone up into the hills to scout out where the rival werewolf motorcycle club the Lupes go during the change on the full moon. 

Eddie, Arno, and Greg laid their bikes down in a shallow ditch and put some branches over the top to hide them from view. Eddie had chosen a spot just beyond a sign that said the area was open range, so they’d be able to find the bikes again if they had to come out quick. They were deep in Lupe territory, they had to be very careful.

 Eddie had decided it would be best for a small group to scout out the place where the Lupes would undergo the change, make sure Dev’s info was still good. So, the three of them had left their cuts behind at a bar right on the border between Restless and Lupe territory, along with the rest of the Restless, and rode up into the hills. 

Moving silently, the three men picked their way through the woods. The terrain was rough, a lot of hills and valleys, thick with sagebrush, wiregrass, and juniper trees. If Dev’s information held true, then they were still a little over a mile out from the Lupe campsite. 

Arno sneezed, then sneezed again, and again, then a fourth fifth and sixth time. Greg and Eddie both stared at Arno. Arno smiled at them abashedly. “Fucking junipers man,” his voice barely a croak. 

As they walked, the smell was what hit Eddie first, faint at first but still unmistakeable, the smell of death, not the coppery richness of recent death, but the high sour rankness of rotting death. Eddie and Greg pulled out bandanas and tied them over their faces, Arno was apparently too stuffed with snot to smell anything. 

Eddie jerked his head and Arno and Greg split off, searching for the source of the smell, this operation was delicate and they couldn’t leave anything to chance. As Eddie moved forward, he saw Greg and Arno slipping between the trees, pulling ahead of him.

The three of them came back together to stand over the rotting carcass of a cow. The cow had been ripped apart by a werewolf. The clearest sign was that the meat was intact, left to rot. If it had been an actual wolf, a coyote, or a cougar then most of the carcass would have been eaten. Werewolves sometimes ate raw, but once you shifted back to human you could get sick from it, another downside to an uncontrolled change. If an animal had been killed by a werewolf, all the other animals left it alone. They were in the right place, or at least close to it. 

“Wow, mighty hunter, bringing down fuckin’ Ol’ Bess the cow,” Arno said. 

Eddie and Greg snickered. The Restless took hunting very seriously. In the 90’s a charter having a banner year riding the last of the cocaine wave and were even able to fund a hunting trip to Africa. The heads still hung up in the clubhouse. 

Their laughter was cut short by the sound of a rifle being cocked. Eddie’s head shot up and he saw two ranchers on horseback. One who looked to be around 70, though still very hale, a strong 70; the other looked like he was in his 40’s. Eddie grabbed his gun.

Eddie could blame not smelling the ranchers coming on the tremendous stink of the rotting carcass, but not hearing the rattle of the saddles and clop of the hooves couldn’t be blamed on anything except stupidity. 

Before Eddie could get his gun up, the older man said, “that’ll be the last mistake you ever make, boy.”

 Eddie kept his gun lowered, but he didn’t re-holster it, yet. 

Arno and Greg drew their guns up and leveled them at both men. 

The younger man gigged his horse forward a few steps, pointing the gun at Arno. “Hey!” he yelled.

“Put ‘em down,” the older man said. “Or I’ll put him down.” He gestured at Eddie with his gun. “And I know what it takes to make sure he stays down.”

Silver?

The older man must have seen the comprehension dawn in Eddie’s eyes, because he grinned at Eddie and said, “Goddamn werewolves. All the same. Got that werewolf mentality. Think you can take whatever you want from hardworking folks. Every month you pieces a’ shit come up here and kill my cattle, this time I got ya. Dead to rights, I got ya.”

“Put ‘em down,” Eddie said. He dropped his 9mm on the ground.

Greg lowered his gun, though he didn’t seem too happy about it, but he didn’t drop it.

Arno shook his head. “Uh-uh, no way.”

“Arno. Put it down,” Eddie said. 

“I’d listen to the Ese,” the older man said. “It’s not so easy to find silver bullets these days, but you still can, if you’re properly motivated.”

“Put it down, man,” Eddie said. “It’s a misunderstanding. I’m gonna explain it to them. It’ll be fine.”

The younger man looked doubtful. Arno did too, but he lowered the gun. Then, Greg and Arno threw both of their guns on the ground.

“Good choice,” the older man said. “Now, tell me where the rest of your pack are.”

“We ain’t who you think we are,” Eddie said.

“That right?” the older man said.

Eddie nodded. “We aren’t members of the Lupine Devil Pack.”

“Well, ain’t that convenient, we find you wandering around on our land, but you ain’t the fuckers we’re looking for,” the younger one said.

“I think we’re looking for the same people,” Eddie said. “We had intel that they were up here. We came to find ‘em.” The younger man spat tobacco juice on the ground inches from Eddie’s boot.  Arno looked prepared to rip the pinche guey’s head off over the slight, but Eddie shot him a look and continued talking. “They killed one of our brothers. We came to take care of those bitches while they were in heat.” 

The younger man snorted in amusement. 

“If you ain’t wolves, then what are ya?” the older man asked. 

Eddie pressed his hand to his chest. “Chupacabra,” he said, really playing up his Mexican accent. 

The younger man narrowed his eyes. “Ain’t ever seen no white chupacabras.”

“Just me,” Eddie said. “They’re Squatches from Portland.”

“Squatches don’t shift,” the younger man said. 

“Oh, you know a lot ‘a sasquatches do ya?” Arno demanded, playing up the righteous indignation perfectly. He’d said he’d done a play once in junior high, said he fucking loved it. “Guess you know all about sasquatches. Everybody thinks they’re a goddamn sasquatch expert.”

“Alright, alright! I’m sorry,” the younger one said. “Just a little weird is all. What are two bigfoots and a beaner doing hanging out together?”

Eddie ignored the insult. He could already tell that if he was going to get his guys through this he was going to have to eat a lot of shit. “Lupes killed someone we care about,” he said. “Mutual friend. We’re here to kill the one that killed him.” Dev had taught him that the best lies were basically the truth. 

“Don’t see why you think that information will improve your situation,” the older man said. “Don’t want chupacabras or sasquatches or unicorns on my goddamn property.”

“Enemy of my enemy is my friend,” Eddie said. “And we got the same enemy. We could help each other. I got numbers. You know these hills. We could--”

“Hold on. We ain’t amigos just yet,” the older man said. He very deliberately tilted his eyes down to his rifle, which was still pointed at Eddie’s head, as if Eddie could have forgotten. 

“Yeah, I’ve had better starts,” Eddie said. He allowed his most charming smile to creep across his face. “But I’ve had worse too. I’m Eddie,” Eddie said, pointing toward himself. “This is Arno.” 

Arno laughed abashedly. “Sorry about putin’ a gun in your face. And for calling you an old rat dick fuck.”

“You didn’t,” the older man said. 

Goddamnit Arno.

“I mean sorry for thinking it. You’re not. An old rat dick fuck. I mean you’re old, but not a rat dick fuck,” Arno said. “Sorry.”

“Shut up,” Eddie hissed. He looked up to gauge the old man’s reaction, and--to his relief--found a sort of wry amusement, he doubted there would have been any amusement on the old punta’s face if it had been Eddie or Diego making that crack, nah he didn’t think so. Eddie pointed at Greg. “That’s Greg.”

Greg lifted his hand in a half-hearted wave.

The old man lowered his gun, though the younger man kept his trained on Arno. “I’m Joseph.” He reached over and pushed down the barrel of the younger man’s rifle. “This is my boy, Randy.”

Randy lowered the gun to his side. 

“Nice to meet you,” Eddie said. “Now, how about we help each other out?”

[1wishyouwould]

Emptiness. That’s all there was. A shadow lay across Sam’s world, only briefly lit by fire. Then smoke descended again. He didn’t know how long it had been since his brother had died yet he knew, some how it had be 6 weeks 5 hours and 43 minutes since the world come undone around him. The silence wasn’t the worst part, the wrong noises were. The humming of off key metallic riffs and whispered curses still lingered in the empty bunker.

Walking the halls turned out to be the newest way to pass the time, a new game if that was what it could be called. Walk as far as possible, to fall on the floor, unable to bare the weight of a world, without his brother in it.

It took him weeks to be able to go in to his room again, but the smell of old beer was almost as bad as the blood he could never quite wash off his hands. So walk in he did heart in his stomach, and a miracle at his side. He walked. Because he had too. So when he found a box under his brothers bed, Sammy written across it in the block letters of a child. He was taken aback. The lock on the front was old yet it had been recently unlocked by the lack of dust surrounding the key hole.

Searching around the room led to nothing but old pornos, and half stale pizza slices. Until he looked up from grasping underneath the bed, at a confused looking mutt, with an oddly shaped tag dangling from its collar.

Sitting up, and festering for the dog to come closer, he carefully pulled the collar over miracles head. Attached was a generic dog tag, and a single key. “Always loved your mysteries” a choked sob came out of his mouth, muffled slightly by a hurriedly rubbing at his eyes.

Leaning against the end of the bed, he inspected the lock and key. A perfect match. Fitting the key in he turned, pausing only to shift in to a more comfortable position. The inside was filled with papers, nicknacks and assorted bullet casings. One letter sat on top of the rest, that seemed to be the most resent. It was signed to him in deans haphazard script and sealed with red wax. Opening the seal reveled a letter dated a few days before his brothers death. A last gift perhaps. - - - Hey Sammy you and I both know I’m shit at saying my words out loud, and heaven forbid I actually admit to like or care about something. But the thing is Sammy I do care about three things in this world. You, my baby, and Cas. But it will always be you first, thats why I made this box Sammy, its for you my last gift to you. If i’m dead. And we both know id never let you read this if I was alive, I want you to know a few things.

First: Im waiting for you Sammy no matter where I am, I’m waiting for you. Cause your my stupid ass little brother and I’ll always need you. I cant be happy anywhere with out you in it.

Second: Take care of yourself, I know you. You learned one of my worst character flaws “everything is my fault” Its not Sammy I don’t care how I went it would never be your fault. Find Eileen stop hunting for a bit and just live. Just live Sammy. Be a human and get stuck in grocery lines for insane amounts of time or drive your kid to school. Just don’t name him John and your all good.

Third: cut your hair you look like a damn Sasquatch.

I don't know if I will have the time to write any more letters. And I’ve rewritten this letter so many times. So since this is the last one I wrote before my death then here’s what’s just happened. Cas is gone. The empty came for him. Bobby, Charlie and even the damn miracle dog, their all gone. As I sit here writing to you Lucifer and Michel are having th staring contest to end all staring contests. Because I might be too busy trying to save the world again, from God.

So, if this does end up being the last letter, I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started hunting with you. And you helped me. You helped me Sammy, we’ve lost so much since I walked in your door all those years ago. Even if you didn't know what I was talking about. You in your weird striped pant thingy, and a girlfriend. Being with you made me not feel alone.

Because I know there are people who will say our lives didn’t happen, tell those sons of bitches how awesome I was. And there are people who will forget what it’s like to be normal when they get dragged along on the journey of being a hunter. I know our lives will be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs.

And you’ll be somebody's dad, because I can’t imagine a time where I die without saving you. But right now, these moments are not stories. These are our lives, our crazy demon, angel, monster filled lives. This is happening. We’re here. And as I look at this world so beautiful. And so broken. But it was Home. It was our Home. You, me, jack and that wonderful angel, following each other from heaven to hell, and everywhere and everything in-between.

And in this moment, standing against God himself, with little to no chance to survive but sheer dumb Winchester logic and luck. I would swear on my own soul.

We are infinite.

So get up off your ass, we’ll see each other again. Death hasn’t ever been able to keep us apart, even if there’s a new reaper I doubt that will change. But don’t worry I’ve got my hand full waiting for you. And I for one cant wait to see Kevin, and Charlie’s faces.

And besides I’ve got an Angel to run after.

Love your brother, Dean

- - -

After The tears slowed down long enough to read the letter once, he read it again. And again. Until the words could be read when he closed his eyes. Picking himself up, and off the floor, he walked towards the door, pulling on one of deans larger jackets on. Making his way slowly through the bunker, the dog at his heels, a silent companion.

Packing himself in to the drivers seat of the impala. He drove. Past hills and mountains, through valleys and towns. The same old mixtapes playing on repeat. And so the stories rose up. The tale of a man, searching for a woman. Who would stop at nothing to find her.

Hunters gathered around fires, in kitchens, and anywhere more than three could sit long enough to hear the tale of the Winchester brothers. The boys not even death could separate. The avenging angel, who would always come when called. And if you were lucky enough to find someone who knew them you could count yourself lucky, as not many that did lived to tell their tale.

It took time. Several thousand contacts. And mile after mile of the same road. But find her, he did. In an old run down dinner outside Chesapeake she waited. Together, tears shed for the ones lost along the way, old pains were dulled and almost forgotten. Except green eyes. Those would forever remain. Burned like a hand print in Sam's mind.

They settled down, and for once Sam got to be on the other end of the job. Instead of protecting people with guns and swords. He protected people with warm hugs and tender words. This life came almost easily to him. The routine distracting him from the ghost of almost forgotten smiles.

When his time came there was no fuss. Just a hand holding his. Dean. His sun, his son. The light that had been extinguished by the passing of his brother had come roaring back with a passion with the birth of his son.

His son.

Those simple words brought him so much joy. But sam knew. He could feel it. The end was here, and he wondered what might have happened if he had given up on that empty bedroom floor.

“You can go Dad its ok”

- - -

“Bitch”

“Dean”

[imagine-loki]

The Slutty Webs one Weaves

Title : The Slutty Webs one Weaves

Chapter NO. 5 of 10?

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki’s Asgardian wife learns women write fanfiction about him on a trip to Midgard. She’s edgy for the duration and lets him have it when they get back.

Author: lokilover9

Rating: M

Thor agreed Brianna going to Asgard a good idea as Loki presumed and shielded her from Heimdall's sight as a precautionary measure. Before leaving, the brother's sat observing Little Warrior lead Tony and Pepper to the couch and hand him a usb stick.

"What's this?" He asked.

"A computer virus. My revenge plan was to disembowel Jarvis if you hadn't kept your promise."

Stark eyed Loki who shrugged a shoulder. "Don't look at me. I only learned of it this morning."

"It's my creation, pretty nasty and should be destroyed." Said Brianna.

"How nasty?"

"It bears the potential to wipe out most of New York's power grids."

Tony was momentarily speechless. "I'll do that and am overjoyed you two became friends."

"Me too and sorry for being so rude when you touched my stuff."

"It's alright." Said Pepper.

"No it wasn't. You deserve to know why. Loki mentioned the homeless people right?"

"Yes."

"Dory was the first one I met. Taught me handy street smarts and helped shop for my boy clothes. Ran away from home because her moms boyfriend was a jerk. I encouraged her to call one day and when she learned they split up, convinced her to go home. Really smart person. Dreams of becoming an Astronaut. Anyway, she had a big crush on Captain America and gave me her favorite hat as a gift. Then I met Muriel. A mean looking older lady who was actually super sweet and protected me something fierce. Beat this guy up one night for trying to steal my blanket while cursing him sideways. She loved Chinese food and taught me self defence techniques, like how to poke a hole in someone's brain by shoving a chopstick up their nose."

Everyone's ears and attention piqued as Tony wondered if Muriel was a distant cousin of Sasquatch's. "Hopefully not on live subjects."

"No, silly. On a plastic skull she molded a face onto with clay. I paid for the supplies. Helping police identify people used to be her job in Arizona. Great way to kill zombies though. Best to behead them like with vampires and guarantee they've bit the bullet." Brianna then pulled a gold bracelet with a four leaf clover charm from her pocket. "Muriel was Irish and gave me this for good luck. It's too big so I carry it in my pocket. Before meeting you guys, they were the first people who were super nice to me. I fretted their gifts ruined in the wash."

"I'm sorry." Said Pepper.

"It's okay. I was just a little freaked."

'And nearly built a cave for the abominable snowman.' Thought Stark. "We were more worried about you after the fact."

"I could tell by your happy dance when I woke."

"Hey, badass did one too. In the hall. You didn't see."

Brianna giggled. "Thanks to you both for everything and I'm sorry for lying."

"Meh, we understand."

"I meant about not having a favorite Avenger. It's you uncle Cootyoodles. That's why I sought your help first. The Black Widow was my next stop."

Tony pictured Nat teaching her how to yank teeth out with pliers and felt twice as relieved for keeping that promise. "Nat's eccentric and hates zombies. I'm way more fun." Brianna suddenly hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek. "Awe, Little Warrior. Friends forever?"

"Damn straight!" Then she did the same to Pepper. "I forgot to explain why you're a badass role model. Working so hard to become CEO of a massive company like Stark Industries and executing all that embodies? You rock! I hope to grow up as astute, diligent and athoritative. Maybe I'll run a company one day."

"You already possess those traits and will exceed my achievements."

No one knew that better than Loki who cleared his throat. "Grandmother and Grandfather go to bed early, Min Lille."

"One more minute, please?"

"Alright."

She studied Stark, pondering the best way to implement her request. "You don't have to do this, but… Not all homeless people are bad or crazy like others seem to believe. Many hit hard times and the world is so expensive, they couldn't keep up. No one I met lived on the streets because they wanted to. There just aren't enough shelters or resources available. You're rich Tony and could help them. Will you try?"

As Loki had succeeded with Frigga, those beautiful pleading eyes won her case. "You really know how to pull a guys heart strings, kid. I promise."

Loki wasn't aware she'd intended to ask this, yet was so proud of her. "Min Lille?"

"I know." She politely replied.

"You have to go." Tony suddenly stood and darted for the hall. "Be back in a jiffy."

"Meet him by the elevator, or you'll never leave." Suggested Pepper.

He returned and handed Loki a loaded Iron Man backpack. "More things? Shall I conjure a crate for the bifrost?"

They'd already given her an overstuffed suitcase of clothes and toys and Stark held a gift bag in hand. "Be quiet, you. It's a peanut butter stash. Does Asgard have bananas?"

"Yes." 'Thank the Norn's.'

Tony knelt before Brianna. "I would've packed some tater tots, but you ate them all again."

She smirked. "My goof."

"Rascal. Try to ignore a wee, bitty smidgen, you aren't into girly stuff? We couldn't help ourselves with you off to Asgard."

Brianna pulled from the bag a pink baseball cap that said Warrior Princess in tiny diamond gems and proudly adorned it. "You sure know how to pull a girls heart strings."

"I put some Motown CD's in there too. Teach Dad to moonwalk." Loki sighed, pushed the elevator button and Tony playfully whispered. "From a distance. In case he trips over his own big feet." He hugged her again and summoned Jarvis.

"Yes, sir?"

"Our friend is leaving."

"Goodbye, Little Warrior." Said the AI.

"Bye. Sending you a virtual hug."

She joined Thor inside while Loki shook hands with Tony, his expression saying everything. "Any time. Now get the 'bleep' out of my Tower before I thieve your Daughter."

Brianna shouted as it closed. "There's presents on your bed! I'll miss you!"

Peppers was a black t shirt with gold letters that read Badass Role Model and Tony's was a monsterous box filled with tater tots.

"Don't do it, Butch. If you cry, I'm gonna cry." ***** Loki had purposely slowed the elevator allowing her time to give Thor a drawing.

"Mjolnir in a field of flowers? Thank you fair maiden."

"It's a scratch n' sniff."

"A what?"

Loki picked up Brianna. "You scratch the flowers, then sniff them. The effect is most appealing the stronger you inhale."

Thor took a whiff and wriggled his nose. "Quite the nostril tickler. What should they smell like?"

"Try harder." 'Doofus.'

He took another, looked cross eyed at Loki and began swaying. "...Brother..you…" Then down he went striking the floor with a thud the tip of his nose covered in sparkly dust.

"Sorry, uncle Thor."

Loki chuckled at her wince. "The spell is mild and shall soon wear off."

"Is he hurt?"

Loki let her down to hurle the hefty Thor over his shoulder. "Us God's are resilient. Your uncle once endured a skirmish with the Hulk." After escorting them through a portal and delivering Brother oaf to his bed, he lead Brianna through a second into some woods.

"That was awesome! Will you teach me how to do it?"

"Not in the near future. It's very complicated, darling and I'd hate to think you lost in another dimension." 'Or vanishing one day as an angry teen with a troublesome suitor I dream of throttling.'

"Okay." Brianna nervously scanned the area. "Now what? Carnivores hunt these woods."

"Northern Alberta is home to many. Never go outside without me and none will harm you."

"But wolves hunt in packs and grizzlies are bigger than you."

He booped her little nose. "I'll smell them before they smell us and neither possess deadly weapons in interdimensional pockets."

"Where our luggage is? I tried hiding bigger items in them and the darn things wouldn't come back. Hannah was furious, but I didn't care."

"What did you hide?"

"The back wheels of her Lamborghini, Gallardo. I overheard my Mother tell Claudia she got it from her rich boyfriend."

Loki recalled from spending time with Stark this wasn't a billionaire's vehicle, yet financially unattainable to the average Midgardian. "I see. Did she mention his occupation?"

"Plastic surgeon."

Brianna deserved that minor victory and although he wouldn't encourage it, one cannot preach vengeance a negative path when mapping their own. 'Perhaps he'll be useful to the sluts after I'm done.' "Ah. Care to see what I did while you slept last night?"

"You left me?" She confusedly asked.

He picked her up again. "It was necessary and I returned, yes? I won't abandon you, Og Min Lille."

"Never?"

"Never, darling. "Loki headed for a shack nearby nestled amidst some bushes. With its crooked roof, faded wood and door minus a hinge the structure looked ready to collapse.

"We're staying there?"

"Why not? I'll conjure an outdoor toilet." He teased. "Sheltered of course."

"Ewww."

"Come now. At night we'll have heated beds and during the day, roast squirrels on an open fire."

She scrunched her face in disgust. "Blech! I'd rather eat tree bark."

"You'll get an awful tummy ache."

They entered the dingy space and Brianna instantly focused on the filthy floor covered in forest debris. So intently, she didn't notice the sturdier frames of the structure only visible from within. "How will we keep the door closed and is that poop?"

Loki rolled his eyes at some turds in a corner. "The cabin is made of Brazilian Ebony."

"One of the strongest woods on earth." She commented.

He arched an intrugued brow. "Stained to appear aged, it's also bulletproof in light of human hunters. Consider the other materials deceiving movie props. The 'raccoon' poop is genuine." It vanished with a wave of his hand. "Now, did you mean that door?" It closed and he conjured a deadbolt onto the surface with a panel directly above. "Place your hand in the center?" Brianna did and it glowed green, spreading magic from the center throughout every surface like glowing, emerald fireflies. As they dimmed, Loki turned around. "Or this one?" The floor, suddenly cleared of debris had a sliding glass door in the center.

Brianna gasped in wonder, glancing between him and the mystery beneath. "Where does it go?"

"Did you think a sorcerer Prince would allow his Princess daughter to dwell in a shabby old shack?"

"Ancestry aside, I sincerely hoped not. Even an RV would've been better."

He chuckled at her frankness. "And you worried of uncle Thor bumping his head? The shacks purpose was added safety should a need arise and to keep our secret entrance hidden. "Once the outer door locks, only the interior alters. To outsiders, nothing changes." It opened and he carried her down a mutedly lit spiral staircase, each step progressively illuminating the space below.

At the bottom, she slid from his arm in awe. "Shut the front door! You 'definitely' have to teach me how to do this."

Min Lille was referencing conjuring. Another ability Loki thanked the Norns she didn't yet possess, having confessed so before requesting Tony and Pepper's gifts. "In time. Beyond that archway, another surprise awaits." Loki followed and suddenly pondered Brianna conjuring a future dwelling for herself and that troublesome suitor. 'Lessons commence when your forty.' ***** Thor woke to find two notes in his shirt pocket. One for himself the other, Astrid; 'Sleep well, Brother? We won't be returning to Asgard just yet. Please give this to my wife? I recommend waiting several days, discreet delivery and a hasty exit. A visit will follow and when interrogated, lie. Tell her Brianna came to you and don't mention her ice concoction. Unless you enjoy Father's company when several fries short of a happy meal. As I planned our escape without Tony's knowledge, do avoid his unnecessary panic and Pepper seeking our demise, by not telling our dear friend? Min Lille is safe.'

"That shyster." He grumbled. Jane returned in six days as would Astrid to a missing Loki. Waiting risked a molotov cocktail interrogation. His beloved and coronary inducing sister-in-law, banging down their locked bathroom door while the mighty Thor coward behind a shower curtain. Plus Maxi Waxis training schedule ended in two days. Bribery assured those lips zippered, but Heimdall would think his hastiness suspicious. He called to the trainee in the middle of the night, snuck into the palace and raced back to the observatory like the looney tunes road runner. "Spend it well nincompoo..eh he, Max. Asgard is lucky to have you."

Guilt ridden over her outburst and already missing Loki, Astrid returned in the morning to find the note.

Frigga was preparing to join her belly dancing instructor when she barged into the foyer and flung herself at the Allmother.

"Bwaaahahaa! I want a divorce!"

"Hells bells and bilgesnipe testicles. What has my shameless son done this time?"

"Frigga, your language." Scolded Odin.

She patted Astrid's back. "Oh shush. As if your cursing hasn't scarred the servants ears."

[lokisgame]

Enchanted Forest [4]

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

Crowded flights were tiresome. Scully wanted to read the report again, but couldn't risk exposing the child sitting next to her to autopsy and crime scene photos. Instead she watched the boy play with his toys, racing them around the folding table and banging them together time and time again, not at all bothered by his mother's warnings and threats. She tuned them both out after a few cycles. She had the aisle seat, same as Mulder, and could see him sitting four rows up, legs stretched out, ankles crossed, one foot twitching, probably in time with music from his earbuds. She was right, to move past the awkwardness, they both got humiliated enough. If they were sitting together right now, relief would roll off him like warm sunshine, talking about Sasquatch sightings as if he was an autograph hunter trying to catch his favorite star. He was still Mulder, still her friend and even his questionable pass-times couldn't push her away. All she wanted to know, was why.   "Oh Mulder," she thought to herself, "you keep unfolding like a flower." She recalled the cautious tenderness, his hands framing her face, reaching for the most human parts of her. She pushed back when he did it the first time, when her father died, and when she wanted to work again after her abduction, but what if she didn't? She didn't have to prove anything to Mulder anymore. What would it be like, to have those hands for herself? She had dreams about him, always attributing it to the amount of time they spend together, but what if her body was trying to tell her something, what if she let herself walk down that path one more time. After all, Mulder was closer to her than Jack ever was. Mulder stirred as if hearing her thoughts, shifting in his narrow seat and taking a moment to look around the cabin. Their eyes met and he winked at her, smiling warmly. Two more hours till landing.

"Is that snow?" She said, stepping out of the car and reaching out one hand, tiny white star landing on black leather glove. "It's January in Wisconsin." Mulder shrugged and headed for the Sheriff's station.

The Sheriff strongly advised against heading into forest after dark. They expected the weather to change dramatically and with the attacks they couldn't guarantee anyone's safety. Mulder wanted to go, but she convinced him to stay and go through the documentation instead, while she headed to the coroners office to take a look at the body. "I'll pick you up on my way back," she said, taking the car keys he offered. "I'll see if they had similar cases before, the legends had to come from somewhere." "Okay, I should be done by 6 or 7 pm." "There's a diner on the way to the motel, we can eat there before we check in." "Sounds like a plan," she said, putting her coat on and taking the map, the Sheriff drew for her.

In the end, they reached the motel around 11. "Yes, I have your reservation," the kid said looking through his calendar, "we had two rooms booked for you, but some guests complained about the cold this morning. We checked all the rooms, and it turned out, that thermostats in half of them broke down and we can't get them fixed before Thursday." "Is there any other motel in town?" Mulder asked, trying to contain his frustration. Perfect, first the thing this weekend, now this. Has someone cursed them? He wasn't exactly superstitious, but if things came in threes, he wasn't sure he wanted to know what's coming. "Yes, but the people who left went there, and they have no room left there either." "Is it singles or double?" Scully asked suddenly, perfectly calm. "Two singles, ma'am," he said quickly, "I'm very sorry about this, this is my parents' place, but they are out of town and left me in charge for the first time and..." "We'll take it," she said in a tone that said she's too tired to listen to excuses. "Thank you," he sighed and turned the guest book so they could sign in.

Two inches of fresh snow crunched happily on their way to the door. The town felt as if someone came in and turned the volume down. What started as a few single stars now turned into heavy petals, falling slowly but steadily to the ground. "I don't like this snow," Scully said, looking around as Mulder struggled with the lock a few seconds too long. "It isn't that bad," he said, jiggling the key a little, trying to make it turn. "What's wrong with this thing?" "Let me." Pushing his hands aside and stepping in front of him, she did the same thing as he had, only for her, the lock gave on second try. "Ta-daa," she smiled over one shoulder, and realized, that her back was pressed against his front. "Let's get out of this cold," she said, pushing the doors open. "What cold?" Mulder muttered, but she was already gone.

The kid didn't lie, the room was toasty warm, two beds, a tv, typical setup, one they saw many times. She took the shower first, leaving enough hot water for him, if he didn't take long. The tv was turned on, low voices caught her attention and stoping for a moment, she recognized Doris Day and Thelma Ritter, arguing in the kitchen. It was Pillow Talk. "What am I missing?" Doris asked, playing a successful decorator with a boring taste in men. "When you have to ask, believe me, you're missin' it." Thelma replied, chuckling. Scully rolled her eyes then turned the tv off.  

They lay in silence, in the not-quite-darkness. Snow reflecting even the tiniest light blurred edges and lines, making words come easier, than they would in bright sunshine. Scully spoke softly, half hoping he would ignore her, pretending to be asleep. "Mulder?" Silence, the watch ticking on her night stand counted 6 seconds, 7, then a grunt came from her right. Biting the bullet, she asked. "Why do you do it?" "Do what?" "You know, the escort service." "Scully," he sighed, the sheets rustled, bed creaked.   "I'm trying to wrap my head around it." "And?" "Nothing," she said placatingly, sensing a wall just underneath his tone, "I'm just curious." He sighed once more, heavier, a decision being made. "This will sound crude, but I like it." "You like having casual sex with strangers and being paid for it? You're such a guy." "You're judging." "Explain it to me then." She couldn't stop her voice from rising, maybe it was the catholic upbringing. "It's my life and I don't need your approval." He barked defiantly, and she heard him turning his back on her, shutting her out. It stung, more than a little. Silence stretched, one could almost hear the snowflakes landing on the windowpane. "I'm sorry," she sighed, before he slipped away completely. "Mulder?" "It's okay," he said into the darkness, "let's forget about it." But there was no going back for her. She got up, crossed the four feet of carpet and sat on the edge of his bed. Mulder didn't flinch when the mattress dipped under her weight. "I can't," she said softly, resting one hand on his arm. "I'm your friend, we may not always agree, but we never kept secrets from each other, or so I thought, until..." "Scully, I'm a male escort, it's not something you bring up in casual conversation." He didn't look at her, but there was no sting in his tone this time. He held a black belt in self-deprecation. "How was your weekend? My cock is still sore." "Is it?" She smirked, jostling him slightly, teasing. "You're my doctor," he said, humor slowly returning. He looked at her over one shoulder, "you know I'm clean." "I know." She dared to ask again. "So, you like it." "You're looking at it in wrong terms," he sighed, finally rolling onto his back, but still avoiding her gaze, "from girls completely dependent on their pimp on one end, to exclusive call girls, on the other. You hear escort service and see hands up very short skirts." He spoke slowly, carefully choosing each word. "What I do, is quite different." "How?" "I offer comfort. Women who seek out such services are very much like you, really." She managed to reduce the skeptical remark to a tiny snort. "Strong, independent, busy women, often in position of power, who might see the dating game as too tiring, too unpredictable, too much effort for potentially poor results." "That's cold." "Maybe, a little, but this is where services like ours come in. These women know what they want, and aren't afraid to ask for it, and what they get in return is discretion without any strings attached. No nagging phone calls, no awkward encounters after, no lousy sex causing dangerous gossip." "Why not just buy a vibrator, or take a hot bath, use your hands." Her openness made him smile. "Sure, but for some, it's not enough. It's role-play, whether it's about escaping into a kinky fantasy or simply sharing some affection." "But it's a lie," she insisted, unconvinced. "Is it?" Scully could feel him shift, tugging at sheets as he sat up. A faint glow reflecting from the snow was the only light, but she could see his face, open and calm. "C'mere." He said, scooting closer, sheets bunching up between them. "What are you doing?" "Proving a point." He touched her arms lightly, drawing her in, "I won't try anything, I promise." Some reflex made her reach for him, and next thing she knew, Mulder's arms were around her. Solid but gentle, her cheek on his shoulder, warm skin just beneath cotton t-shirt, large palm slowly stroked her back as he held her in a simple hug. She could smell him, clean and masculine and familiar. "Don't think about it," he said, and she leaned on him, letting him take her weight. "Nothing can replace another human's touch," he whispered, setting a steady rhythm with his hand, "no sex toy, no bath salts. Even if I don't stay around to be there, when they wake up, I care, and they care back. That's what I like," he leaned into her a little, gathering her closer, acceptance and simple want. "This feels nice, doesn't it?" He said, holding on, his fears for their future melting with each second she didn’t pull away. Scully could feel her own tension ease with each stroke of his hand, contact pushing out nagging thoughts, and not just about this one thing, all her troubles fades into background. It really felt like a warm bath after a long day. "May I?" he whispered. Gentle swell and fall of his breath felt almost hypnotizing and she nodded without thinking. One arm vanished, but only for long enough to push away the covers before he leaned back, pulling her down with him. "Try to sleep," he said settling in, falling into pits and lands of the mattress, as if it was made for him, just as his side and shoulder were made for her. The hand around her picked up where it finished and a sense of calm washed slowly over her, a sweet drug making her limbs and eyelids heavy.

She woke up sometime in the night, orange glow outside seemed daytime bright, but it was 3 am and she could see Mulder’s hand, dangling limply over the edge of the bed from the arm that pillowed her head, the other one rested draped loosely around her. He was a warm, solid presence and he didn’t even need to hold her, for it to feel like she belonged there. Closing her eyes, she let sleep take her back, leaning against his chest and feeling him shift with her.

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Tricks (one shot)

A/n: Smut warning! You have been wanting to get Gabriel’s attention for months. Tonight you were putting your master plan into play! Smut below the cut!!!

Words: 2, 536

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

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You stood in the hallway fingering the Dairy Queen gift card in your hand. It was almost time to put your master plan into gear. For the past few days you had been plotting a way to show Gabriel that your were as interested in him as he was you.  The archangel had been flirting relentlessly. He was also no doubt filling your dreams with x rated images of you together. Now was the time to put your genius plan into gear! After waking up from a dream of Gabriel eating you out on the counter, you had enough! You were ready to jump the archangel amen fuck him in any room of the bunker. He was about to see how sweet and innocent that you could be! Now posed the only problem... Sam and Dean. You had to get them out of the bunker somehow. They hadn’t been on a case in a few days and they needed to go! It would be hard to get laid with your brothers hovering. Dean would shit if he knew what you had planned. For all Dean knew you still wasn’t interested in any boys. You were a dedicated hunter and it saved him a lot of grief! Sam, however, knew that you were crushing hard on Gabriel and tried to discourage it. “Y/n it’s a really bad idea! Gabriel is just...eh...a bad choice.” As much as you hated disappointing your brother it had to be done. You had to have your way a time or two. The money you spent at the French lingerie store wasn’t going to waste! Gabriel was going to pull the outfit off with his teeth! Walking into the room dressed in only your housecoat; it was time to put your plan into motion. “Hey Sam, Dean did you know it was design your own blizzard month at Dairy Queen? I bet you could make pie blizzard Dean.” Dean looked up with a smile.   “That would be yummy.” Sam raised an eyebrow. He knew something was up but he didn’t say it. Sam only looked at you suspiciously. “I have a gift card too. If you want it you can have it.” Dean jumped up without question. He snatched the gift card from your hand with a grin. “You are like the best sister ever! Come on Sam!” Sam stood slowly. “Y/n are you coming?” You shook your head, “Nah. I was about to have a bath. I need to relax a bit.” Dean didn’t think anything of it and raced to the door. Sam however, looked at you carefully before glancing at Gabriel.  He walked over and leaned down to your level with a serious expression. “Whatever you have planned...just don’t.” You shot Sam a frown. “I’m going to get in my bathtub and soak. Chill Sammy!” Sam sighed before following Dean out. You had to hand it to Sam. He was much more perceptive than Dean today. You knew that you was about to be letting them down but they would get over it in time! You deserved to be happy too! Once they were gone you heard Gabriel stand. What you didn’t see was the cat like expression on his face. He watched you carefully for a few moments before speaking. “So what do you have planned sugar? I know that you are up to something.” You turned looking at thin as he crossed his arms over his chest. “How do you know that I am up to something?” Gabriel smirked. “Come on Y/n. I’m the king of tricks. You just played your brothers like a fiddle. Them being the outstandingly bright fellows they are fell for it completely. Well maybe not so much Sam but he’s gone so....” You took a breath before undoing the housecoat letting it pool at your ankles. Taking a breath, you looked at Gabriel. He looked completely floored!  In your mind you was silently thanking the sales lady that helped you pick out the lingerie.

Gabriel chuckled.

“Well damn sugar. I see why you had to get them out of here. Have you had this planned for a while?”

The next thing you knew Gabriel was behind you. His arm had snaked its way around you hip and yanked you closer to him.

“Maybe”

You confessed as his free hand moved down to squeeze you behind. Gabriel chuckled again. You were thankful that he hadn’t pulled away or thought that you were pathetic.

“Why the hell would I think that you are pathetic? Its like sex just looking at you dressed like this. I knew that you had some nice legs underneath all of that flannel. You should be showing off these tits of yours more often. You’re making my mouth water just looking at you.”

Gabriel said before reaching out and pulling your body if possible tighter against his. The hardness digging into your bottom reassured you that Gabriel was in fact interested.

“Little girl you are playing with fire.”

He growled into your neck while one hand snaked its way into you panties. You gasped feeling his fingers stroke down to your slit to your entrance. Gabriel chuckled at your whimpers. You could only wonder if you sounded as pathetic as you thought you did.

“Gabriel, please.”

The archangel's index finger teased your entrance as her pushed his leg in between yours to spread your legs.

“Please, what? I am supposed to be the one being teased. You are supposed to be doing the teasing. Get to it woman!”

With that his hand withdrew from your panties and he gave you a slap on the ass. Gabriel turned, with a mirthful expression on his face, and sat down in one of the chairs. He looked at you with a bored expression before motioning to his cock.

“It isn't going to suck itself sugar snap.”

You didn't need much more encouragement. Finally, you were going to get your way. The only dread in your mind was Sam and Dean coming home.

“Don't worry love. Sasquatch and his minion won't be home for some time. I'll make sure of that. By the time that they turn up you are going to be exhausted from what I am going to do to you.”

You didn't need much more encouragement then that. Walking over you plopped down on Gabriel's lap so that you were facing him. Reaching behind you removed the bra. Gabriel's eyes winded as he looked over your bare chest.

“I knew that you had a nice rack but holy shit sweetheart. When we are alone together you are forbidden to wear clothes Y/n.”

Gabriel wasted no time in grabbing a hold of you. He gently squeezed your breasts together before lightly pinching each nipple. Sighing, you rocked your hips against him to get some form of stimulation on your aching clit. You couldn't be more pleased that he didn't grab at you like an inexperienced teenager. That thought was was stupid though. Gabriel had plenty of experience compared to your measly love life.

Suddenly you became very self conscious. Your mind went to all of those other partners that he had... porn stars, voluptuous beauties that could make a guy come with one touch! Here you were not comparing to them at all! You weren't in their category at all.

“Sugar, stop.”

Gabriel's voice was calm as he reached out cupping your cheek.

“They have nothing on you and I am not  saying that to get laid. You're beautiful. I have been wanting you for months. They were just some quick fuck. I don't see you that way. I can see something from this unless that isn't what you are wanting.”

You had to look surprised. If you didn't Gabriel wouldn't have laughed the way he did.

“Y/n did you really think that I would have wanted something like them forever? Oh please sugar snap! I have been trying to woo the pants off of you since I showed up here. I just thought that you wasn't interested!  Now I know that it is a big yes....so cupcake, where were we? Oh wait! I have an idea!”

Gabriel quickly stood, letting your body slide down his. He looked at you with a sneaky grin before snapping his fingers; leaving you only in the stockings.

“Don't you dare take those off.”

He ordered before pulling you into the kitchen. You were expecting him to be looking for the chocolate syrup. That seemed like such a Gabriel thing to do! He stopped before turning to look at you with a gleam in his golden eyes. Gabriel quickly picked you up placing you on the counter. Your eyes winded! This was your dream from the previous night!

“Spread those legs, peach.”

You quickly did as you was told. Gabriel wasted no time before lowering his face.

“You got that right sugar. This is your dream from last night and that was me putting it there. I was hoping that you would figure out that was my calling card Y/n. Clever girl.”

The moment his tongue traced over you folds you gasped. His eyes were going between closed and watching what he was doing. The moment his finger pushed inside it took all you had not to come.

“You can come. You are going to be quiet a few times before I am threw with you.”

He said in your mind. His tongue seemed to be hitting every square inch that you could possibly want caressed! He was quickly putting every man that you had ever been with to shame.

“Gabriel, please I want you.”

Gabriel stood with a smirk. He licked his fingers clean before giving you an eyebrow wiggle.

“Can't always get what you want.”

He snapped his fingers leaving you both in your room. Gabriel again let your body slide down his. He internally chuckled at how he had left you with your legs trembling and your body clearly on edge. What he didn't expect was you grabbing at the button on his pants and tugging.

“Impatient are we?”

He asked. You raised an eyebrow before sinking to your knees.

“Well it isn't going to suck itself.”

You said with a grin. Gabriel would have laughed if you wasn't slowly taking his cock out of his pants way too slow! He swallowed as your hands caressed him.

“Girl after my heart.”

He managed to get out as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock and gently began to tease. Gabriel groaned. This was definitely the best blow job that he had received in some time! All he could think at the moment was fuck all of those porn stars! Those bitches had nothing on you!  

After a good few moments of deep throating him enough to leave Gabriel moaning like a whore; he couldn't take it!

“Enough sugar! I want whats mine.”

He reached down gently pulling you to your feet. Gabriel eased you to the backward to the bed until the mattress touched the backs of you knees.

“Lay back Y/n.”

He said softly. As you lay back, he yanked his shirt over his head and stepped out of his jeans.

“Been wanting this so long.”

He muttered as he spread your legs.

“So from here on out I won't have to fool with a vibrator?”

Gabriel looked up at your teasing voice with a scowl.

'Throw that piece of shit out! You'll never even consider that thing after what I am about to do do you. I am going to fuck you senseless then make love to you. Best of both worlds baby

You gasped as he slowly began to ease in. Gabriel gave you a moment to adjust before slamming in the rest of the way. He chuckled when you squealed in surprise. The moment that your walls clenched around him Gabriel muttered a few phrases in Enochian. You wasn't sure what they meant but common sense said it was either a swear word or something erotic.  

His thrusts didn't remain gentle and slow for long! Gabriel quickly increased the pace so it was raw hardcore fucking. Between the pleasure that was spiraling out of control as he hit your spot, the sound of skin on skin, and Gabriel's muttering of erotic things that he wanted to do to you there was no lasting long! Your orgasm took over you. This orgasm was more powerful then any in the past that you could imagine!

“That's it princess!”

Gabriel cooed as he tried to mentally stop himself from coming. There as more that he wanted to do to you that night! Sex in one position wasn't enough! Maybe for a quickly yes but this was different. This was your first time and he wanted you to be thoroughly fucked before you went to sleep that night!

You hadn't had time to come down from your orgasm when Gabriel withdrew. Right away you missed the feeling of his cock being buried balls deep inside of you. Luckily, you didn't have to wait long! Gabriel flipped you on your stomach and slammed back inside.

From him slamming back in so fast you came again! Gabriel growled before slamming his body into you harder and faster. Judging from how erratic his thrusts were becoming you could tell that he wasn't far from coming.

“Come for me Gabriel. Come inside of me.”

You said softly. Gabriel moaned.

“Damn it, you tease. You're definitely mine!”

He pushed in a few more times before his hands dug into your sides. Gabriel didn't fully withdraw. He continued with the slow deep strokes until his body tightened. You whimpered the moment that you felt him come inside of you. Gabriel was still for a moment. He was enjoying the orgasm high as much as you had been.

When he withdrew, Gabriel joined you on the bed. He gathered you in his arms pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Fuck sugar, that was amazing!”

You continued to press lazy kisses to his chest and shoulders. The room was quiet for a moment before you poked your head up.

“I have an idea!”

One of Gabriel's eyes snapped open.

“Mhm?”

You motioned to your on suite bathroom.

“Why don't we go play in the bathtub? I've always wanted to see what sex in the bathtub was like.”

Gabriel didn't waste any time before standing and throwing you over his shoulder and off to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Sam and Dean walked back into the bunker. Dean was on his 6th blizzard of the night.

“Y/n! We are home! Thanks again for the....hey where is she? Where is Gabriel?”

Dean asked looking around at the silent bunker. Sam meanwhile, walked into the kitchen seeing the silk panties lying on the counter.

“Dean, come here!”

Sam called. Dean walked in nibbling on his treat some more. He looked at what Sam starring at and quickly put two and two together.

“Son of a bitch!”

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title: i’ll fight you in front of a starbucks

word counts: 1.388 fandom: BuzzF. Uns. relationship: Ryan B./Shane M. summary:  Ryan just wanted a nice coffee after being up all night, but he starts his morning with spilled coffee and meeting a tall stranger instead.

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It has been a long, long night for Ryan Bergara. Full of visiting a supposedly haunted location, and then spending at least 4 hours editing the footage they got.

His friend, TJ dropped him off at home around one in the morning, and by the time he wrapped up the editing, it was 5:40 AM already. Was there even a point in going to sleep?

He thought he could just power through the day and pass out after he finished his part-time job.

YouTube alone did not pay the bills yet, sadly.

So Ryan just opted to go to Starbucks, have like six cups of coffee that day, and survive. Sounds like a plan, right? Not a very good one, he knew that, but a plan nonetheless.

What Ryan failed to take into calculation was that a tall (very tall, what the fuck) guy would slam into him, full force as Ryan opened the door of the establishment.

To be fair, he’s been quite distracted too, mortified by replying the barista with “you too” earlier when she told him to enjoy his coffee.

Not one his proudest moments for sure.

But now, this guy just had to fuck up his day even more.

Ryan couldn’t fucking believe this shit.

The one, and only thing keeping him semi-alive was splattered all over his favorite Back To The Future t-shirt, dripping down on his pants, and the concrete ground.

Why did he have to wear that one out of all of his clothes?  If he ’s gonna be honest, he kind of hoped it would give him some luck for the day, because Ryan’s the kind of person who believes in that stuff.

He should’ve known something like this would happen.

The stranger, (who of course hasn’t gotten any coffee on his pale blue button up, that lucky bastard) stepped back, sputtering apologetically.

So, yeah, okay, that’s not how Shane planned to start his day. He had work in like two hours, so he thought: hey, why not grab a coffee and some breakfast too, maybe? It’s such a nice day in LA that he has to spend cramped up in an office. Might as well enjoy it while he can.

In hindsight, he really should’ve watched where the hell he was going. He didn’t think until it was too late, of course.

And now he’s staring at this short dude in a soaked white shirt, totally helplessly and holy fuck he’s cute.

His hair was a bit messy, and the black framed nerdy glasses he wore were adorably perched on his nose. And he looked absolutely pissed.

At Shane.

Shane liked his lips, trying very hard to not stare at the spots, where the shirt stuck to the guy’s seemingly toned chest and stomach and he mentally kicked himself, to finally say something. Apologize, you idiot!

“I’m so sorry, man. I-I didn’t see you.”

Alright, that was terrible.

Just as he predicted, the guy basically blew up on him.

“Dude, fuck you! This was my favorite shirt!”

“Hey, no need to be rude, I apologized! You could watch where you’re going too, you know,” Shane replied, getting a bit irritated too. Who the hell this guy thinks he is?! He hated nothing more than attractive douchebags.  

“Well, you should watch your damn sasquatch legs!”

“Excuse me? You’re the height of a freaking gremlin, maybe that’s why I couldn’t see you!” So much for planning on having a nice morning.

Ryan visibly stumbled over his words, frustrated. Shane kind of sympathized with him at that moment, poor dude looked like he hadn’t had a good sleep in 2 years.

That being said, it doesn’t mean he should go off on a stranger though.

“Says the guy, who looks like the little brother of fucking Bigfoot!”

What is up with all the cryptid stuff? And why on earth did Shane find it so endearing? Even in the middle of their fight he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful the other man was, face flushed and eyes shining with anger. Sue him, but god, he was so fucking hot.

Shane could just imagine pushing him against the building’s wall and kissing him ‘til they’re both too out of breath to argue.

“Yeah, you got a problem with me? Kiss me on the lips, dude!”

Shane had no one else to blame, but himself for that sentence slipping out, honestly.

You see, his fantasy affected mind mixed up “kiss me” and “fight me” on the spur of the moment, and he couldn’t help it now.

It was out there.

At least two other people walking by heard it, too.

“Yeah, I,” Ryan said, ready fight the tall dude on the spot, but he realized what Shane had said, and paused, blinking at him in complete surprise before barking out a laugh. “What?! What did you just say?”

Shane watched him lean on the wall next to the door, gasping for air, one hand on his stomach and head thrown back.

He was very embarrassed, but seeing the smaller one lose his shit like this put a somewhat shy grin on his face.

“I- I guess I just invited you to make out with me. I dunno man, a lot of different emotions were involved.”

Ryan, still chuckling, looked up at him with the brightest grin Shane has ever seen.

He’s gonna have a fucking heart attack.

“Holy shit dude, I haven’t laughed this much in days. Thanks, I guess. Even though you spilled like all of my coffee.”

“You want me to get you another one? And I can pay for the shirt too. It was my fault, after all.”

“Don’t worry about it. I could use a coffee though. Do you want to, uh, you know, join me? If you’re not busy. We could start over, without shouting.” Ryan stuttered, ashamed that he gone off on the guy earlier.

Shane nodded, grinning like an idiot. Can you believe he got a (possible) date out of this mess?

“I have about an hour and a half to spare.”

“So, not to be rude right away, but why do you look so tired? College?” Shane asked.

They were already sitting inside, with fresh cups in front of them on the table.

“Nah, I graduated last year. I’m doing youtube with a side job, so I’m not getting as much sleep as I should,” he said, shrugging.

"That sounds cool, you have one of those gaming channels?”

“I’m investigating ghosts, actually. Me and my friend, we go to haunted locations, recording proof and I have this series that’s about unsolved murders and mysteries. You could say I’m a ghost hunter or something.” Ryan joked, sipping his drink, while Shane chocked on his simultaneously, coughing a bit. Is this guy serious?

“Ghost hun– What? You do know ghosts don’t exist, right? You’re just wasting your time, little buddy.”

“You don’t know that! No one knows for sure,” Ryan said, slightly offended.

“Yeah, okay.” Shane snorts, grinning at him and skeptically lifting an eyebrow.

“You got a problem with me? Kiss me on the lips, dude.” Ryan deepened his voice, mocking him, which caused Shane to bury his face in his hands, groaning. He was definitely not blushing.

“Shut up, or I might do just that! Asshole.”

“What if I’d like you to shut me up, uhh,” he trailed off, just realizing that in the midst of all the laughing and bickering they never once exchanged names so far.

The other man picked up on his struggle and smiled, introducing himself.

“Shane. Shane Madej.”

“Ryan. Bergara.” Ryan opened his mouth to say something else, but Shane’s big hands were on either side of his face in no second, pulling him into an impromptu kiss over the table.

It was nowhere near a make-out session but just enough to render Ryan’s sleep-deprived brain speechless.

Shane loved the way he looked like at that moment, all red cheeks and that beautiful dazed expression on his face that makes him want to kiss Ryan some more.

“Well, nice to meet you, Ryan. Aren’t you glad I accidentally, but very aggressively expressed how much I’m into you?”

Ryan let out a breathy wheeze, slapping the table and almost spilling his second coffee that day.

“I’m very aggressively into you too.”

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Crash Bandicoot Homecoming Chapter 8

Chapter 8: The bird’s prey/Attack on Cortex Castle (Disclaimer!) Crash saw Power Man helping to push the boat back together. “Glad I could catch the boat,” he said, “Leave this to me!” “Got it,” said Crash. He went around helping Spyro evacuate everyone from the boat. Pretty soon everyone was out of the boat. Crash started to leave but tripped. “Shit!” he said. He fell into the river. “Hang on buddy!” said Spyro. He dove down to look for him. “Crash?” he asked, “Crash where are you?!” “Boo!” he said. He spooked Spyro. “That was dirty,” he said, “But at least you’re ok.” “Yeah…” said Crash. “What’s wrong?” asked Spyro, “Are you ok?” “If by ok, you mean feeling bad because I let the bad guy get away and put a lot of people in danger, then yes,” said Crash. “That’s where you’re wrong,” said Spyro, “Look behind you.” An audience was cheering for Crash and Spyro. Power man came down and came out of his suit. “I was wrong,” he said. “What do you mean?” asked Crash. “It wasn’t you who wasn’t ready to face off against supervillains,” said Nicholas, “It was me who wasn’t ready… to let you go.” “What do you mean?” asked Crash. “The reason I came here after hearing about the attacks going on was because I was scared,” said Nicholas, “I was scared that what happened to my old comrades was gonna happen to you, and I just couldn’t take that. But you proved me wrong.” “Really?” asked Crash. “But, do me a favor and stop trying,” said Nicholas. “But I’m just trying to be like you,” said Crash. “Dude, just be yourself,” said Nicholas, “It doesn’t matter what other people think about you. All that matters is what you think.” Crash smiled. “I’m gonna need the suit,” said Nicholas. “What?” asked Crash. “I’m asking Coco to help me put on some upgrades. If you’re gonna take on Cortex and his evil henchmen, then its gonna take more than a few dancing moves and a flashy costume,” said Nicholas, “No offense.” “None taken,” said Crash. “I’ll see you later,” said Nicholas, “Keep fighting the good fight kid.” He flew away. “Need a lift?” asked Spyro “What?” asked Crash, “Oh yeah.” He got on Spyro’s back and they flew back to campus. Jackie greeted him with a hug and a kiss. “We saw you on TV,” said Jackie, “That was amazing!” “Yeah,” said Crash as he smiled, “And it looks like I got the approval of Nicholas Shay.” “Crash, don’t make a habit of this,” said Coco, “There’s other ways of getting attention of this you know?” “Maybe I don’t need the attention,” said Crash. “What do you mean?” asked Jackie. “Sometimes the thing that you want the most is right beside you along,” said Crash. Jackie was still confused. “It wasn’t the fans and the fame that keeps me going Jackie,” said Crash, “I realized that it was you.” Jackie started to blush. “I spent my entire life trying to figure out what I want, but I think I already have,” said Crash. If I had you by Adam Lambert Crash: So I got my boots on, Got the right amount of leather And I'm doing me up with a black color liner And I'm working my strut but I know it don't matter All we need in this world is some love There's a thin line between the dark side and the light side baby tonight It's a struggle gotta rumble, tryin' to find it But if I had you, that would be the only thing I'd ever need Yeah if I had you, then money fame and fortune never could compete If I had you, life would be a party, it'd be ecstasy Yeah if I had you You y-y-y-y-y-you, y-y-y-y-y-you, y-y-y-y-you If I had you From New York to LA getting high rock and rolling Get a room trash it up 'till it's ten in the morning Girls in stripper heels, boys rolling in Maserati's What they need in this world is some love There's a thin line between the wild time and a flat-line baby tonight It's a struggle gotta rumble tryin' to find it But if I had you, that would be the only thing I'd ever need Yeah if I had you, then money fame and fortune never could compete If I had you, life would be a party, it'd be ecstasy Yeah if I had you You y-y-y-y-y-you, y-y-y-y-y-you, y-y-y-y-you If I had The flashing of the lights It might feel so good but I got you stuck on my mind, yeah The flashing and the stage it might get me high But it don't mean a thing tonight That would be the only thing I'd ever need Yeah if I had you, then money fame and fortune never could compete If I had you, life would be a party, it'd be ecstasy Yeah if I had you You y-y-y-y-y-you, y-y-y-y-y-you, y-y-y-y-you If I had you That would be the only thing I'd ever need Yeah if I had you, then money fame and fortune never could compete (never could compete with you) If I had you, life would be a party, it'd be ecstasy (it'd be ecstasy with you) Yeah if I had you You y-y-y-y-y-you, y-y-y-y-y-you, y-y-y-y-you If I had you The two of them shared a kiss. Meanwhile back at Cortex’s headquarters, Crow was doing some finishing touches on the repairs. “That should do it,” he said. He noticed something stuck on the wing of his flight suit. “What do we have here,” he said as he looked at it. It was a picture from Crash’s wallet that he took of himself and Jackie. “So, did you find any crystals, Dennis?” asked Cortex coming in. “Unfortunately no,” said Crow, “But, I did discover who our friend in the suit is.” He showed Cortex the picture. “I think I need to go pick up some groceries on the way back,” said Crow putting on the suit.

Jackie was heading in to her dorm after a long day at work. “What a day,” she said. She took off her jacket and laid on her bed. She heard a noise and looked out the window. “What was that?” she asked. She shrugged and turned around. Crow was standing right in front of her. “Tough day wasn’t it?” he asked getting closer to her. “Who are you?” asked Jackie. “Just a concerned citizen,” said Crow, “You see I have a little problem and I think you could help.” “What’s that?” asked Jackie. “There’s a rodent interfering with my plans and I tried getting rid of him,” said Crow, “And then it just hit me. What better way to trap a rodent than with his little girlfriend!” He snatched Jackie and then called his wings and flew away with her. Later Crash was heading to the same dorm to take Jackie out for another date. “Jackie?” he asked, “I’m here.” He didn’t hear anything. Crash opened the door and saw it was a mess. “Jackie?” he asked again. He looked around trying to find her. He saw her necklace on the ground. “Oh no,” said Crash. He rushed over to Coco’s room and busted down the door. “Damn it Crash!” said Coco. She was working on a project. “Oh, right, sorry,” said Crash. He want back out and knocked then came back in. “Much better,” said Coco. “Jackie’s been kidnapped!” said Crash. “What?!” asked Coco. “I found her necklace,” said Crash, “Cortex must be behind all of this.” His phone vibrated. “Hello?” asked Crash. “Hello Crash,” said Crow. “Crow?” he asked. “I’d like to make a trade,” said Crow grinning, “I was just in the neighborhood walking around until….. I found something that would be most valuable to you.” He put the phone near Jackie. “Crash,” said Jackie, “Help me!” “What do you want in exchange for her?” asked Crash. “The crystals,” said Crow, “You will bring them to N sanity Beach tonight alone. If I see the dragon or anyone else, the girl dies.” “I’ll do what you ask,” said Crash, “Just don’t hurt her.” “You have a deal,” said Crow. “Crow’s got Jackie,” said Crash, “I gotta save her.” “Well I’ve researched what Cortex was up to, and there’s no way you can take them on by yourself,” said Coco, “That’s why I called in some help.” “What kind of help?” asked Spyro. She placed the last orb inside the portal and it opened. From it came some of Spyro and Crash’s old allies. Polar, Pura, Penta, Hunter, Elora, Shelia, Sgt. Byrd, and Agent 9. Elora got a look at Spyro and smiled. Spyro was about to say something when someone got in the way. “Spyro is that really you?!” he asked, “It is I, the professor! Look Elora, did you…” Elora grinned already knowing who it was. “You’ve changed your hair,” said Spyro. “Same jacket,” said Elora. “Guys….” Said Crash. “Spyro told us everything that’s going on,” said Hunter, “We figured we should help you out.” “If you go, then we go too,” said Penta, “One for all…” “And all for one!” said Polar and Pura. “You can count me in too,” said Sly. He was with Murray and Bentley. “We still owe you for those gems you gave us,” said Murray, “They’re worth a fortune.” “Oh, a package came for you Crash,” said Coco. Crash took it and it revealed a new suit for him. There was a note attached. “Hey buddy, I tried to stay as close to your original design as possible, and I gave you some new gadgets. Two twin blasters, some new armor spandex, jet boots, and a mask for whenever you go into dangerous paths. I know you wanna take on those punks who have been taking gear from our battle in Seattle and turning them into weapons, and I can’t stop you from doing what’s right. But do me a favor; stop trying to be like me. Just be yourself. Good luck out there. Yours truly, Nichoals.” Crash smiled. He tried it on and it fit him. “Fits like a glove,” said Crash as he grinned. He placed Aku-Aku on his side. “Nice duds,” said Elora. Coco showed everyone her project she’s been working on. “It’s built for as many passengers as it’ll take which in this case is plenty,” said Coco. “Oh man, you gotta let me drive this,” said Crash. “After that stunt you pulled with the sasquatch gang?” asked Spyro, “I think not.” “C’mon I’ve learned from my mistakes,” said Crash. “Guys,” said Elora. “I could drive around you in circles with blind folders on!” said Spyro. “Guys!” said Elora. “Awwww SHUT UP AND MOVE IT!” said Coco, “I’m driving.” They both shrugged. They were heading to N Sanity Beach. “Hold on Jackie,” said Crash, “I’ll find ya.” Jackie was trapped in a cell. Crow was messing with some of the crystals to power up his machine. “HEY!” said Jackie, “I’m trying to get your attention! You’ll get what you want for your little machine now let me go!” “I can’t let you go,” said Crow, “Without you there’d be no special trade. But its not like your little boyfriend can stop me.” “He will stop you,” said Jackie, “And Cortex as well.” “I doubt it,” said Crow. His wings could now shoot out magnetic talons made from the crystals. “With this I’ll put an end to that infernal bandicoot,” said Crow. “I leave this all to you Crow,” said Cortex, “Crash will be willing to hand over the last crystals with his lucky charm in our grasp.” Crash was looking at the sky starting to turn. “Are you sure we’re heading the same way?” asked Crash. “I haven’t been to N Sanity Beach in a couple of years,” said Coco. “Must’ve been a band couple of years,” said Crash. Pura was riding on Rilla Roo, one of N Brio’s creations. Polar was skating with Penta on his back. “How did N Brio even create something like that?” asked Polar. “Beats me,” said Penta. “Rilla Roo (I am Rilla Roo),” said Rilla Roo. “Looks like we’re here,” said Spyro, “And we’ve got company.” A bunch of Cortex’ minions including Tiny and Dingodile were in the way. “Its time to see what this new suit can do,” said Crash. He clicked his heels and his jet boots activated. “Yee haw!” he said. He landed on dingodile and kicked him. “That hurt boy!” said Dingodile. “That was the idea,” said Crash. Coco jumped out of the car and started fighting off some of Cortex’ minions. N gin was watching the events unfold. “Should we intervene?” asked N. Gin. “No my pupil,” said Cortex, “Let him have his fun. I have something else I have to do.” Polar was taking down some of Cortex’s minions. “Wow Polar, I didn’t think you were a fighter,” said Pura. “As some people say, there comes a time where all men must…” said Polar as he punched someone in the face, “Oh you get the point!” A line of humanoid animals lined up to attack Pura and Penta. Rilla Roo intervened and did a barrage of punches on all of them. He turned around and grinned. “This guy knows how to fight,” said Crunch. Crash made his way into the castle to find Jackie. Crow was waiting at the stairs. “Ok Crow, where is she?” asked Crash. “Oh she’s safe, for now,” said Crow, “Why don’t you come and get her.” Crash chased him to the top. Soldiers tried to stop him. “Ooga-Booga!” said Crash. Aku-Aku appeared and circled around him giving him a shield. “Crash!” said Jackie. “Jackie!” said Crash as he went to get her. “First give me the crystal,” said Crow, “Then we’ll talk.” “What do you want with these crystals?” asked Crash. “To help complete the weapon that Cortex has been planning to use,” said Crow, “More importantly to bring my company to the top.” “What?” asked Crash. “You see, I was one of the co-workers of Gadd Science Incorporated and I was on the verge of starting a revolution of technology,” said Crow, “But they feared my research too dangerous and booted me out and found a new Protégé. I want you to understand that I will do anything to make sure my hard work is known by the world, and I know you know what I mean.” Crash had his twin pistols ready to fire. “So don’t mess with me,” said Crow, “Cause I will kill you and everyone you love.” He dashed at him and Crash jumped. Crow caught him by the leg and threw him at a lab table. “You really think you can be a match for me?” asked Crow. He shot some of his crystal feathers at Crash and he evaded them. Coco made it to the top. “Coco!” said Jackie. “Hold on,” said Coco. She got a tool that could help Jackie out of the cage and she was free. “We gotta get outta here!” said Coco. “But Crash is in Peril!” said Jackie. Crash was taking a serious beating from Crow. Crow took him up to the sky. “Get off of me!” said Crash. Coco and Jackie went into the ship. “Follow that bird!” said Jackie. They followed Crow. Crash managed to get loose and fell on a plane. Crow landed on the plane. “This whole time I’ve been plotting to put Gadd Science Inc. out of business, and all of a sudden you show up,” he said. He attacked Crash and damaged one of his pistols. “Nothing is gonna stand in my way,” said Crow, “Least of all, YOU!” He grabbed Crash with one of his wings and threw him down. He almost fell off the plane but Spyro caught him. “Buddy!” said Crash. “Talk later, we got work to do,” said Spyro as he pulled him up. Crow used one of his wings to cut off one of the wings. “You have a plane to catch,” said Crow. He flew off. The people inside were screaming. “We gotta do something!” said Crash. “I know what to do,” said Crash. He clicked his heels and started flying. He was pushing one of the turbines up to keep balance. Spyro did the same to the other turbine to help Crash. “We just gotta land away from the buildings and we’ll be alright!” said Crash. Crash pulled with all his might and managed to get the plane to land safely. Everyone got out and cheered for Crash. Jackie smiled but saw Crow approaching him. “Crash watch out!!” she shouted. But it was too late. Crow used one of his robotic talons to plunge through Crash. “Game over!” said Crow as he pulled the talon out. Everyone watched in horror. “Behold everyone, the foolish brat who tried to play hero,” said Crow, “And look where it got him!” Jackie ran over to Crash. “Crash no!” said Jackie, “Don’t leave me like this.” Crow grabbed her hand. “Don’t worry girly,” said Crow, “You’ll be joining him soon enough.” Crash’s wound secretly healed and he got back up. “And now, your days of peace end!” said Crow. He heard someone singing. It was Crash and he was dancing to some music. “What’s going on here?” asked Crow, “What are you doing?!” “I’m distracting you dumbass,” said Crash. Rilla Roo activated some kind of device that shut down Crow’s flying ability while he still retained his sharp feathers. “No more flying bird,” said Pura. “Why you little….” Said Crow, “No matter, I can still crush this little brat!” “That’s what you think,” said Crash, “You can do whatever you like, but I’ll still be standing!” I’m still standing by Elton John Crash: You could never know what it's like Your blood like winter freezes just like ice And there's a cold lonely light that shines from you You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use And did you think this fool could never win Well, look at me, I'm a-coming back again I got a taste of love in a simple way And if you need to know while I'm still standing you just fade away Crow tried attacking Crash but his dance moves were just too quick for him. Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid And I'm still standing after all this time Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind Crash landed a few punches and kicks on Crow as he blocked them. “Hold still you twerp!” he said. Crash wouldn’t hold still as the music was grooving him. I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah Once I never could hope to win You're starting down the road leaving me again The threats you made were meant to cut me down And if our love was just a circus you'd be a clown by now You know I'm still standing better than I ever did Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid I'm still standing after all this time Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah Don't you know that I'm still standing better than I ever did Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid And I'm still standing after all this time Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah Crash managed to grab Crow’s wings. “No, don’t!” said Crow. Crash then pulled them off and smashed them to pieces, then punched Crow in the face and he was down for the count. “Looks like this bird’s been grounded!” said Crash. Jackie tackled him with a hug and then a kiss. “What about Cortex?” asked Pura, “He’s still out there and has the crystals.” “Or does he?” asked Elora. She secretly stole the crystals back. “Elora you sneaky girl,” said the professor, “Well at last his weapon can’t be completed.” “You bet your ass,” said Hunter. Later the authorities came and arrested Crow and he was taken to jail. The news was talking about Crash and his efforts to save Echo Creek and the world from certain destruction. At school there was a celebration for Crash and his heroic deeds. Nicholas was watching and couldn’t be more proud of Crash. “You finally did it buddy,” he said. He checked the mail and got a letter from Crash. Dear Mr. Shay; I can’t thank you enough for the suit and its cool functions. However I don’t think I’m gonna need the mask anymore. The people have already seen my face without it, so there’s no point in keeping it on. I also appreciate the lesson about being myself. It really helped. Thanks, for everything. Crash Bandicoot. Nicholas kept the mask from the suit that he gave Crash. Back at the celebration, Crash and his band were playing. Everyone else was dancing. Meanwhile Crash and Elora were reconciling. Back in the Afternoon by Panic! At The Disco Crash: Back to the street where we began Feeling as good as lovers can, you know Yeah we're feeling so good Pickin' up things we shouldn't read It looks like the end of history as we know It's just the end of the world Back to the street where we began Feeling as good as love, you could, you can Jackie: Into a place where thoughts can bloom Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon And we know that it could be And we know that it should And you know that you feel it too 'Cause it's nine in the afternoon Crash: And your eyes are the size of the moon You could 'cause you can so you do We're feeling so good Just the way that we do When it's nine in the afternoon Your eyes are the size of the moon You could 'cause you can so you do We're feeling so good Star: Back to the street Down to our feet Losing the feeling of feeling unique Do you know what I mean? Marco: Back to the place Where we used to say Man it feels good to feel this way Now I know what I mean Spyro: Back to the street, back to the place, Back to the room where it all began (hey) Back to the room where it all began 'Cause it's nine in the afternoon Your eyes are the size of the moon You could 'cause you can so you do We're feeling so good Just the way that we do When it's nine in the afternoon Your eyes are the size of the moon You could 'cause you can so you do We're feeling so good Just the way that we do When it's nine in the afternoon Crash and Jackie: Your eyes are the size of the moon You could 'cause you can so you do We're feeling so good Just the way that we do When it's nine in the afternoon Crash pulled Jackie up to the stage and they shared a kiss in the moonlight. The End….. Cortex and N Gin found a secret cave. “He is here,” said Cortex. “Who?” asked N. Gin. “My master,” said Cortex. He took one of the crystals and placed it on a table. From the table emerged an evil floating mask. “At last I am free,” it said. It laughed evilly. Confident by Demi Lovato Are you ready? It's time for me to take it I'm the boss right now Not gonna fake it Not when you go down 'Cause this is my game And you better come to play I used to hold my freak back Now I'm letting go I make my own choice [Clean version:] Yeah I run this show [Explicit version:] Bitch, I run this show So leave the lights on No, you can't make me behave So you say I'm complicated That I must be outta my mind But you've had me underrated Rated, rated What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being What's wrong with being confident? What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being What's wrong with being confident? It's time to get the chains out Is your tongue tied up? 'Cause this is my ground And I'm dangerous And you can get off But it's all about me tonight So you say I'm complicated That I must be outta my mind But you've had me underrated Rated, rated What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being What's wrong with being confident? What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being What's wrong with being confident? What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being What's wrong with being confident? What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being What's wrong with being confident? So you say I'm complicated But you've had me underrated What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being What's wrong with being confident? What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being What's wrong with being confident? What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being What's wrong with being confident? What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being What's wrong with being confident? La Da Dee by Cody Simpson There's no way to say this song's about someone else Every time you're not in my arms I start to lose myself Someone please pass me my shades Don't let 'em see me down You have taken over my days So tonight I'm going out Yet I'm feeling like There is no better place than right by your side I had a little taste And I'll only spoil the party anyway 'Cause all the girls are looking fine But you're the only one on my mind La da dee La da dee doo La da da me La da da you La da dee La da dee doo There's only me There's only you La da dee La da dee doo La da da me La da da you La da dee La da dee doo When you were gone I think of you All these places packed with people but your face is all I see And the music's way too loud but your voice won't let me be So many pretty girls around They're just dressing to impress But the thought of you alone has got me spun And I don't know what to say next Yet I'm feeling like There is no better place than right by your side I had a little taste And I'll only spoil the party anyway 'Cause all the girls are looking fine But you're the only one on my mind La da dee La da dee doo La da da me La da da you La da dee La da dee doo There's only me There's only you La da dee La da dee doo La da da me La da da you La da dee La da dee doo When you were gone I think of you [2x] I pretend the night is so beautiful Take a photo with the bros La da dee La da da doo They won't see through my disguise Right here behind my eyes Replaying in my mind La de da Yet I'm feeling like There is no better place than right by your side I had a little taste And I'll only spoil the party anyway 'Cause all the girls are looking fine But you're the only one on my mind La da dee La da dee doo La da da me La da da you La da dee La da dee doo There's only me There's only you La da dee La da dee doo La da da me La da da you La da dee La da dee doo When you were gone I think of you [2x]

[my-fucking-noodles]

Shifty

I have no control of my life so here, have a crack fic. (Dean x reader)

Summary: reader gets taken by a shapeshifter, it assumes her place with the Winchester's. Copious amounts of sass ensues.

Just interview the guy they said, He probably knows something. Well, the two Winchesters were right about that, but he turned out to be the damn beast you guys had been hunting down. You had started asking questions about the missing people in town, and took notice of how the guy's demeanor had changed drastically. He had gone from a nice forward guy to shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

You had asked him if he was alright, but you soon found yourself being struck over the head with a blunt object and being tied up before falling unconscious. When you woke up you were in what seemed like an abandoned industrial building, the sound of a heavy metal door opening and chains falling to the ground caught your attention. Turning your head to the sound, you saw yourself walk in, a snarky smirk plastered to your lips.

You struggled against your bindings, trying your damnedest to get your hands freed, your attempts only rubbing your wrists raw. The shapeshifter laughed at your angered attempts at freedom, walking closer to you. "Looks like little ol' hunter got herself stuck. You've got some interesting memories in here." The shapeshifter harshly poked your head as it finished its sentence. Great, it has your snark too.

"I know I'm beautiful, but that's no reason to try an' take my life ya know." When in doubt, sass back, right? It gave a breathy laugh as it looked at you in what could've been passed as pitty. "Oh hun, you know I gotta try and get you n' your huntin' buddies off my tail? So a few people go missing, at least I'm not one of those vampires you hate so much, right? Or a demon, those fuckers are ruthless."

It seems to have already gone through your memories, peachy. "So, I'm gonna convince your lover boy and his brother that I skipped town. See ya later (y/n), don't go anywhere now." All you could really do was glare at your own back as the shapeshifter closed the door and locked it with chains. Welp... If Dean and Sam don't pick up that that thing isn't you, when you get out you're gonna smack em.

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The door to the hotel opened, Sam looking up from some files and a map, and Dean from the laptop, both greeting the shapeshifter as you came in. "So (Y/n/n), you get anything outta the guy?" Dean had asked as he dropped his head back to the screen. "Not anything useful. Did you guys get anything?" You had walked over to your's and Dean's shared bed, and dropped your weight on it.

"Well, we found a guy that thinks the shifter's an alien. He'd actually done a great job of tracking it down, even narrowed down a few industrial buildings it could be hiding in." Sam informed, looking up at you. "And did you tell him it was a shapeshifter and not aliens? Or did you guys tell him he was crazy?" The shifter had apparently done a good job of hiding its panic because Sam hadn't called it out on it, Dean had chuckled a bit before saying something. "Actually, we told the guy that we needed all his work as evidence and that we'd get back to him on the matter. You shoulda seen how pissed he was!"

The shifter had let out an amused laugh, "Aw man, wish I could've seen it. The guy I questioned was so damn boring, the guy had a stamp collection. What was the alien guy's name?" The two brothers had laughed, followed by Sam telling the shifter that the guy's name was Levi Cox. After a little more of the three talking about the case the shifter decided to make the excuse that it was hungry, after the brothers told it what they wanted to eat it had left the hotel.

The shapeshifter knew who Levi was, and hadn't planned on him knowing as much as he did, so it did the only thing it could think of. Kill Levi and relocate its host, you. It made Levi's death look more like a suicide than a murder, it quickly made its way to you and unlocked the door to be met with you belting out the chorus to Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi.

"AN' I PLAY FOR KEEPS! Cause I MIGHT NOT MAKE IT BACK! BEEN EVERYWHAAARE, still, I'M STANDING TALL!! I'M WANTED!! Waaaaanteeeed! DEAD OR ALIIIIIIIIVE!! Dead OR ALIII- Oh hey there buddy! It's really boring here. Bring home any food? Or did you come to tell me that Deano and his snarky comments are worse than mine are? Ooo! Or did Sasquatch put my stuff outta reach?"

It gave a hefty sigh as it walked through the room and over to you. "You really don't care that I spent all evening with your little crush? Oh, and they found a guy who had been keeping detailed tabs on me, so I killed him, made it look like he offed himself. But now, I gotta move you somewhere else, my usual buildings won't do now." Before you could say anything the shifter had you unconscious and on the move.

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It'd been three more days, you'd been locked in a basement somewhere and given shitty food and a single bottle of water. You'd surrendered yourself to humming random songs and plotting revenge pranks on the Winchesters for not noticing that 'you' wasn't actually you. You'd gotten very restless lately though, you'd found that random bursts of yelling would help you with that. "THIS FUCKING SUCKS!! UNTIE ME AND FIGHT ME LIKE THE DAMN MONSTER YOU ARE, DAMMIT!!" ..... Nothing but silence followed.

Meanwhile, Dean had caught on to the shifter's irritability, at first thinking it was just because you wanted the case over and done with. But when he made the joke about you wanting to just gank the ugly monster and he was met with a glare and not a snarky comment, he figured out it probably wasn't actually you. You always showed some kind of enjoyment in killin a baddie.

The Winchesters had formed a plan, cornered the shifter, and proved that it wasn't actually you, but they hadn't gotten your location out of the damned thing. Dean was starting to get antsy, thoughts of you injured and bleeding out somewhere getting him worried. The shifter had let out a breathy laugh as Dean threatened to slowly dismember it. "I'll just grow em back, and maybe I'll just shed and reform as you Deano, oh wait even better. Did you know (y/n) has an ex she's kept a secret? He's quite a doll, she only left him because she started hunting with you two."

Dean was now wanting to cut its tongue out to stop it from talking any further, but he did what he thought was better. Just gank it already. "Fuck this, we're not gettin anything out of this damned thing I'll find her myself if we gotta!" He exclaimed, raising his pistol at the shapeshifter's head. Sam stepped towards Dean. "Dean, wai-" He couldn't finish his sentence as he was cut off by the firing of the silver bullet. Dean turned towards Sam, eyebrows raised in a questioning manner "Sorry, what were you sayin Sammy?" Sam just sighed.

"There's dirt on the shifter's shoes, I figure (Y/n) is out in a barn. Not that many in a town like this... Don't gimme that look, it was pissin me off, alright?" Dean had defended himself against Sam's bitch glare. "Well, it wouldn't have gotten you mad if you didn't like (Y/n) as much as you do." Sam had started his teasing. Dean had rolled his eyes and started making his way to Baby. "You keep making jokes and I'm gonna play nothin but Heat of The Moment for a week straight." Needless to say, Sam had fallen silent and followed Dean.

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You were quietly singing Love hurts, but hearing a door being kicked open you had stopped. Instead, you decided to yell at the noise above you, like a normal, sane person. "Bring any good food? Or is it just your shitty personality again, ya ugly fuck?!" When you heard a low, gruff laugh and an "Oh my god, seriously?" you realized the boys had finally found you. Heavy steps down the stairs having you turn your head to the side. "Oh good, the dweebs finally realized it wasn't me!"

The both of them had sighed, actually feeling a little bad for not noticing sooner. "At least we DID notice. If it hadn't been so grouchy you'd still be sittin here Sweetheart." Dean had said as he cut the ropes binding your hands.

[hannahindie]

Dean vs. The Mothman

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, The Mothman Word Count: 4,531 (Whoopsy doodles!) Warnings: Canon violence, language, sassy reader, and a date gone horribly wrong. A/N: I wrote this for two separate challenges. The first is for @waywardmoeyy and Moeyy’s Awkward Moments Birthday Challenge. My prompt is bolded in the fic below! The second was for @uniquewerewolfsuit’s Mythical Creatures Challenge. I had a blast writing it, and my words got slightly carried away. I really hope you all enjoy it as much I enjoyed writing it. However, I couldn’t have done it without my wonderful betas...

@trexrambling: “I was just hit with the memory of me making a lake of BBQ sauce on my plate and now I'm just sitting here giggling to myself hahaha” (I had to include this because this very incident is the reason I thought to put it in this fic. My ode to my sweet waterbear and her giant lake of barbecue sauce)

@pinknerdpanda: “Eek!!! Anxiety extreme” (Also, you can thank her for the song choice, because it fit perfectly and I love it. She’s my twin.)

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The first thing you need to know is that grenade launchers are freaking awesome. The second thing you need to know is that they are also very loud, and a little more...explode-y than you would expect. The reason I say this is because I'm currently sitting on my ass, choking on concrete dust, and hoping to God I didn't just kill the two random dudes that had, for some reason, appeared in the middle of the bunker I had set my sights on. My eyes are on the slowly settling dust cloud, grenade launcher across my lap, and I breathe a sigh of relief when I see two shadowy figures emerge from the rubble.

“Oh shit, I thought I killed you.” I stand up and take a better look at the two men brushing debris off their shoulders and out of their hair. The shorter of the two squints through the dust, and the initial glare turns into a look of awe when he realizes what I'm holding.

“Is that...is that a grenade launcher?”

His voice is deep and gravelly, and it does things to me. I remind myself to keep that in mind for later, when I'm not trying to save a town from utter destruction.

The giant next to him rolls his eyes, “Don't even think about it.”

The shorter one grins, and even from here I can see the sparkle in his eyes. I like this one. “I’m both jealous and a little turned on right now.”

“Dean!” Sasquatch hisses, and I can't help but notice the dimples that form even when he's frowning. Good Lord, where did these men come from? Whatever they put in their water, they should probably keep drinking it.

“Well, you're a man after my own heart. I've been wanting to use this thing for a long time, but I was hoping it would be a little more successful. Sorry I almost blew you up.” I'm pretty sure I just shouted that. Am I shouting? I told you, grenade launchers are loud.

They walk closer to me, and the shorter one holds out his hand. I realize that the ‘shorter one’ is...not so short. Seriously, where are they from? “The name’s Dean. This is my brother Sam.”

I look from one to the other, and I can tell my mouth is hanging wide open. They can't possibly be who I think they are. “Winchester? Sam and Dean Winchester?” They look at each other in confusion, but I can't understand why. Surely they know that they're legends? Right?

“Yea...how do you know?” Dean asks, and he truly doesn't seem to know. They have no idea. Oh, bless ‘em.

“You guys are legendary. I mean, I figured ya’ll were real and not just some sort of fish tale, but to see you in person...holy shit.” I sling the grenade launcher over my shoulder and rest my free hand on my hip. “I'm glad I didn't blow you up. Although, knowing who you are, I'm guessing it wouldn't stick, huh?”

Sam laughs, “Hopefully not. So, I'm guessing you're a hunter too, then?”

I nod, “I try to be. I do okay… Luckily, this is the first time I've nearly blown someone up, so I guess I'm doing something right.”

Dean looks back over his shoulder at what's left of the old bunker I just demolished, “What are those, anyway? I've never seen anything like it. They're everywhere.”

I grin. These boys have no idea what they're up against, do they?

“Ya’ll ever heard of Mothman?”

“What did you think you were hunting when you got here? Surely you noticed what this town is famous for?” I say around the mouthful of burger I just took. Dean's watching me with this look that's a combination of awe and appreciation. It's like he's never seen a girl put away a burger.

“Well, yea, but there's no lore, and no indication that he's back. You've got a festival honoring him! Nobody seems to mind it, and the disappearances don't really match up with what happened before.” Sam looks flustered, and I start to feel bad for picking at him. This is a weird situation, after all.

Dean stops staring at me long enough to look at Sam, “What are you going on about?”

I grab a handful of fries and carefully begin to dip them one by one into the pool of barbecue sauce on my plate, “He’s talking about the Mothman’s M.O. It's not really his thing to take people. He's more of a...well, a death omen. Or a warning of impending disaster.” Dean looks confused, and I raise an eyebrow at Sam, “Didn't you tell him anything about it?”

Sam frowns, “Yea, I did. He just didn't listen.”

“Yes, I did! There's this giant moth-”

“Dean, it's not a giant moth! It's a Mothman-”

“What's the difference, Sam? It's a giant thing with wings, and it's taking people-”

“There's a huge difference-”

I slam my hands on the table, and the suddenness of it interrupts their bickering. Out of all the stories I've heard about the Winchesters, their sibling squabbles had been left out. It’s cute, but we have work to do.

“We don't have time to argue about who's right. Dean, since you weren't listening to your brother, here's the rundown.”

Dean grins at Sam, “I like her.” Sam just rolls his eyes, and I sigh.

“Great. Keep it in your pants, Winchester. We’ll talk about our feelings later. Anyway, in November of 1966 there's a report that several men digging a grave in Clendenin, West Virginia, saw a man-like figure flying overhead. It's sometimes considered the first sighting of Mothman, but the one you hear about the most, the official first sighting, happened in the TNT area a few days later by young couples that went parking.”

“TNT area...that's where we were earlier. Wasn't that a munitions plant during World War Two?” Sam had apparently done some research.

“Yea. If you look close enough, you can see that those bunkers are spread out in a very specific pattern. They were built like that in case one of them exploded; it would keep the others from going up. They're mostly empty now, although I think the Reserves use them for storage on occasion.”

Dean reaches for a fry on my plate, and I smack his hand. He frowns, “So where's this giant moth fit in?”

“According to the two couples, they saw a ‘large flying man with ten foot wings’, and when their headlights hit him, his eyes glowed red. So Mothman, not just a moth. He was seen by a few other people in the area. There were a couple of volunteer firefighters that described it as a large bird with red eyes. Someone else described its eyes as looking like bicycle reflectors, and another man blamed the strange noises coming from his television and the disappearance of his dog on this Mothman. The sheriff and a wildlife biologist claimed that it was a type of local heron or crane that can grow to be almost the size of a man.”

Dean sits back and crosses his arms, his eyes occasionally drifting back to the fries I've got left. “So...that's it? I thought you said it was a death omen, or a harbinger of impending disaster. So far, he's just scared some kids necking where they weren't supposed to.”

“That's where the Silver Bridge comes in. In December of 1967, the Mothman was spotted near the bridge and, shortly after, the bridge collapsed. Forty-six people were killed when they went into the water. The Mothman wasn’t seen again, and the locals began connecting his appearance with the bridge collapse.” After grabbing a couple more fries from the plate, I shove the rest at Dean and he smiles happily.

“So, what do you think? Is it really the Mothman?” Sam asks, frowning at Dean as he shoves a handful of fries into his mouth.

“Initially, no. Honestly, I just thought it was a giant owl and that some kids afraid of getting in trouble just made something up. I've made fun of it for years...until I saw it a couple weeks ago. I just happened to be going through town when I saw it on the top of the old Historic State theater. A few days later, the first couple disappeared. A hiker found them in the wildlife area...or what you'd know as the TNT area.”

“How do you know it was the Mothman and not someone or something else?” Dean asks as he polishes off the rest of the fries faster than I've ever seen anyone eat before; it's my turn to look impressed. He winks at me, and I feel my cheeks flush. His charm was something I had been warned about.

“Because the couple was found twenty feet up a tree, with talon marks as big as a damn pterodactyl. It's the Mothman,” I grumble.

Dean wipes his hands off on a napkin and tosses it on the now empty plate, then leans back in the booth, “So what was your plan earlier? Was a grenade launcher really the best option?”

I roll my eyes, “Listen, it wasn't my first choice, despite my overwhelming need to blow something up. I'm the only hunter that stays in this general area most of the time, I had to improvise. But since that plan didn't work, we’re on to plan B.”

Dean cocks an eyebrow, “And what would that be, sweetheart?”

I wiggle my eyebrows, “It's time for us to go on a date.”

Sam's standing outside of my car, his arms crossed and a look I can only describe as a mixture of amusement, jealousy, and irritation on his face. I'll give it to him; his facial expressions are what dreams are made of.

“Y/N, are you sure about this? Being bait isn't exactly the best plan…” He trails off, and I think he might actually be concerned.

I smile, “Sam, this isn't my first rodeo, and I'm usually on my own. And if it's Dean you're worried about, I think I can handle him.” I wink at him as Dean opens the driver's side door and climbs in.

“What are you two talking about?” he asks cautiously, his eyes moving between the two of us.

“Nothing. Let's get this show on the road. The faster we get this done, the faster I can get Norma’s famous apple pie.”

Dean looks at me with wide eyes, “There's pie?” I nod, and a wide smile crosses his face, “What are we waiting for then?” He turns the key, and Sam takes a step back. “You know the drill, Sammy. Stay close, but don't scare it off. This should be a piece of cake.” Sam nods and then walks to where the Impala is parked, gives a quick look over his shoulder, then disappears into the driver's seat.

“Is he always this anxious?” I ask as I fiddle with my seatbelt.

Dean scoffs, “Only when there's a pretty girl involved.” He glances at me from the corner of his eye and clears his throat, “You look nice. Pretty convincing date attire.” He pulls out into the main road, and I smooth down the edge of the dress I'd picked out earlier. I'm glad it's dark, or he'd be able to see how red my cheeks are.

“Thanks. I'm not really sure how observant a Mothman can be, but I figured we shouldn't chance it. I don't know how many more opportunities we’ll have, since I already blew one of his lairs to hell.”

Dean laughs, “Good point.” We drive in silence for a moment, and I guess it's too much for Dean because he turns on the radio.

Say you, say me say it for always That's the way it should be

Well, this is awkward. Nothing like Lionel Richie on a fake date, especially one that I'm beginning to think I'd like to be real. I clear my throat, “Turn here.”

Say you, say me say it together Naturally

Aside from the music, we travel the next few minutes in silence. I sneak a glance at Dean and his knuckles are white on the steering wheel. Surely he's not that worried about this hunt? I suppose he doesn't know me well enough to assume I'll be useful, but still.

“You can park here.”

He stops the car, but leaves it running. Lionel Richie is still going, Lord help me.

As we go down life's lonesome highway Seems the hardest thing to do is to find a friend or two That helping hand “So I guess we just wait?” I ask quietly, unsure of what to do now that we’re here.

Dean turns to face me as well as he can in the cramped front seat. Maybe we should have brought his car. “Well, we should probably sell it. You know, make it believable.”

“Mmhmm. That's...that's a good plan.” I'm stuttering because as I'm talking, he's moving closer to me. Dean Winchester is an inch away from my face, and never in a million years did I think this would ever be an option, fake or not.

Someone who understands That when you feel you've lost your way You've got someone there to say I'll show you

His hand gently cups my cheek, and it's rough and warm; a hunter’s hand. I can guess where the callouses and scars are from because I have my own. I close my eyes and drink it in for a moment. I've had my fair share of one night stands and meaningless romps in the backseat of this car, but it's been awhile, and something about Dean feels different. Ruse or not, I'm going to savor it.

Say you, say me say it for always That's the way it should be

Before I can open my eyes, his lips are on mine and boy are they a contrast to his rough hands. They're soft, and they fit against my lips like they were made to be there. His hand moves to my hair and his fingers are tangled and it takes everything I have to not moan when he gives it a gentle tug. If this is acting, what in the hell is this like for real? If I ever have the opportunity to find out, I might just die.

Say you, say me say it together Naturally

He smiles against me, and I pull back for air as I look at him questioningly, “What?”

“You're a good actress. For a second there, I thought you might be enjoying it.”

I shrug, “Well, it's all part of the gig. Sometimes you have to make some sacrifices.” I say it with a wink, and for the first time in my life I actually pull it off smoothly. ‘Atta girl.

Dean looks around, then squints through the window, “I don't see anything, do you? I don't hear anything, either.”

I look through the windshield, “No, but Lionel’s dulcet tones could be covering up any sound. Seems pretty quiet, though.”

Dean's eyebrows furrow in concentration, then he suddenly brightens as he looks at me with a grin, “I think we need to up the ante a little bit. Get in the backseat.”

I can feel my jaw drop, “Excuse me?”

Dean is already scrambling between the seats to get in the back, “We've gotta sell it, Y/N, or we’ll never catch the Mothman. Come on, hurry up.” I stare at him, suddenly recalling the stories that I'd heard that weren't so great. Sam and Dean were heroes but, by all accounts, also very dangerous. I've always ignored those bits but now, sitting in the dark with Dean after only knowing him for a few hours, I was beginning to wonder if I'd made a bad call.

He leans forward, and though the only light coming into the car is from the full moon, his moss green eyes shimmer. “Do you trust me?”

The answer should probably be no, but there's something different about Dean, something more than any other hunter I’ve met.

So you think you know the answers, Oh no Well the whole world has got you dancing That's right, I'm telling you It's time to start believing oh yes Believing who you are You are a shining star

“Yea, I trust you.”

He smiles, “Then come on!” He holds his hands out and I start to climb over the back seat. My feet get tangled and I can feel myself start to fall.

“Dean!” I shriek as I feel gravity take over and I start to fall awkwardly into the backseat. This is exactly why I never wear dresses. I feel arms wrap around my waist, and I squeal as I fall into Dean’s lap, “That was ladylike.”

Dean laughs, one arm draped across my lap and the other wrapped around my back. He wets his lips as his eyes search mine, “I thought it was adorable.” He somehow manages to flip us around so that my back is flush with the seat and he's hovering above me.

“That was smooth. You know, you could take a lady out to dinner first.”

He leans in, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear, and I shiver. “Technically, I did pay for dinner...so…” He trails off and kisses me again. I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers running through the short hairs at his nape, and sigh into him. Fake or not, this isn't something I'll be forgetting any time soon.

Say you, say me say it for always Oh that's the way it should be Say you, say me say it together Naturally Say it together, naturally

Just as the song fades out, I hear a snap of a twig. I pull away from Dean and put a finger to his lips to quiet him. I nod my head towards the sound and raise my eyebrows. He frowns as he cocks his head and tries to pinpoint where it came from. There's another snap, this time from a different direction, and Dean pushes himself away from me. Just as he begins to sit up, the door flies open, and he's jerked through the opening and into the darkness.

“Dean!”

I scramble to get out of the car, and all I can hear is thrashing and grunts as Dean tries to get away from whatever grabbed him. It occurs to me that the shotgun I have hidden for this very scenario is in the front seat and not the back, so I fumble with the door handle and dive into the front.

“Y/N! Run! It's not-” Dean’s frantic cries are interrupted by what sounds like an incredibly hard punch.

“I’m coming! Hold on!” I grab the shotgun but drop the handful of shells I'd grabbed from the glove compartment. “Shit!”

“Y/N, run! It's not Mothman, it's just a person! It's a person!”

I freeze. A person? All of the disappearances and Mothman sightings...and it's a person? Dean runs back out of the tree line and is waving towards the car, “Get in the car, go! Get Sam!”

I look back towards the car, then shake my head, “No. A monster is a monster, Dean! We can't let him hurt anyone else!”

Before Dean can answer, a huge man bursts through the brush and tackles Dean to the ground. Dean’s head hits the ground hard, and he goes limp. The man stands up and sneers at me. Shit. I aim the shotgun and pull the trigger, but it doesn't slow him down. He crosses the space between us in three huge strides, and I'm quickly trapped between him and the car. He backhands me hard across the mouth, and the force of it causes me to drop the shotgun.

“You're pretty. I like you...I might just keep you alive.” He's holding a knife, and I can feel the cool metal trace along my jaw and down to my throat. I try to pull away, but he’s twisted his hand into my hair and any move I make makes it feel like my scalp is on fire.

“You can take me, just leave him alone. Don't hurt him anymore.” There's a tightness in my throat, and it occurs to me that I'm willing to sacrifice myself for a man I barely know...but it's also a man that's lost almost everything to save the rest of us.

The man holding me laughs, “You obviously don't know how this works.” He leans in, and I cringe as he sniffs my hair. “I can't leave someone alive. I'd get caught. The difference with you is that you're not going to get away, alive or not. I think that's worth the exception.”

I take a deep breath, “I see…” I pull my leg back as far as I can with the car behind me and kick him in the balls as hard as I can. Whatever protected him from the shotgun blast I sent his way didn't cover that part of his body, and he releases me with a whining groan as he falls to his knees. I bring my knee up hard into his chin, and it gives with a sickening crack. I think I just broke his jaw. He falls over, and I run over to Dean, sliding to a stop next to him.

“Dean! Hey, handsome, c’mon. Wake up...please wake up. We've gotta go, I think I broke him.” Dean groans and rolls his head towards the sound of my voice, but his eyes stay closed. “Dammit, Dean, get up!” I look up, and instead of the collapsed giant I expected to see, the grass is empty. “Shit! Dean, come on-” I'm cut short when something grabs me by the hair from behind, “Shit!” I scream, the pain the worst I've ever felt. The monstrous man drags me by the hair back to the car, and I can feel every stick and stone on the ground digging into my flesh. I'm crying, I can't help it. I try to call for Sam, but the only sound I can make is a strangled sob.

The man remains quiet, and when I look up I see that his jaw is at an awkward angle. How he's functioning enough to continue his attack, I have no idea, but I do know that nothing I can do at this point will stop him. Short of Sam showing up, Dean and I are screwed.

The man twists my arm behind me, hard, and shoves me into the ground. I can feel the bone aching to give, and one more twist will probably do it. I squeeze my eyes shut and wait, but the moment never comes. Instead, a strong gust of wind blows over us, and the man releases his grip on my arm. I scramble away and cower against the car as I look up and see the impossible. After everything I've killed, every monster I've fought that by all accounts shouldn't have existed, the very one I grew up listening to stories about is above my head, it's giant wings sending waves of dusty air in my face.

The Mothman swoops down and hits the man with a giant claw, tearing a gash across the man’s face. The only thing he can do is scream as he hits the ground. He throws his arms up in front of him, as if that's going to stop whatever the huge creature is going to do next. It drops down and wraps both talons around him, one close to his throat and one around his waist, and flies up into the air.

“Y/N!” I jerk my head around and see Sam running across the clearing, his eyes wide as he slides to a stop next to me. “Are you okay? What the hell is going on?”

“It wasn't the Mothman...it was just a person, Sam. A person did all of it.” I look up into the sky to see the large creature disappear into the trees, deep in the TNT area. The serial killer that had been wreaking havoc in Point Pleasant was just a dot in its huge feet. “I think...I think the Mothman just saved us.”

Sam helps me stand up, and I cradle my arm gently against my chest. I hear a groan and look over to see Dean slowly sitting up, a hand to his head. He looks over and sees me and Sam standing dumbfounded.

“What the hell happened?” he mumbles.

I look back up at the lightening sky and shake my head, “You're never gonna believe it.”

The Impala is warm against my back as I lean against it, my bones aching with a combination of exhaustion and the wringer they'd been put through earlier. I close my eyes and let the sun soak into my bruised skin. The last twenty four hours have been a whirlwind, and I am looking forward to curling up in bed and sleeping for the next week. I hear someone walk up to me, accompanied by the familiar hiss of a beer bottle being opened. I open my eyes and raise an eyebrow.

“A little early for that, isn't it?”

Dean pops open another one and hands it to me, “Nah. We've not been to sleep yet, doesn't count.”

I take it and sigh contentedly as I wrap my fingers around the cool glass, “Fair enough.” I take a long drag and relish the earthy bitterness of the beer as it slides down my throat. “So. Mothman is actually trying to help people. Like, that's a legit thing that's happening.”

Dean shrugs, “Weirder things have happened.” He raises his beer to his lips, and I can't help but wish our little show hadn't been interrupted. Not really something I should think about right now, but you make out with Dean Winchester and see if you can think of anything else.

“I can't think of any, but sure.” We watch the sky for a moment, and I feel him shift a little closer to me. “How long are you guys staying?”

“I figure we’ll take at least a day or so. We don't have anything lined up and…” his hand drops down to where mine is, and his fingers intertwine with mine, “I know someone that I owe an actual date. One that involves Norma’s famous apple pie.”

“Oh, yea?”

He smiles, and it's enough to stop the world. “Yea. A serial killer interrupted us, kinda put a damper on things.”

“Hmm...I didn't know that was a real date. I just thought you were a really good actor.” I grin at him, and he shakes his head.

Dean grabs the beer from my hand and sits both of them down, then grabs me by the waist and pulls me into him, “Oh, you'd know if I was acting. That was the real deal, sweetheart. I guess I'll just have to show you again.”

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‘Til Death - Part 2

Dean x Reader

Summary: When the reader finds herself in need of outside help, she calls the Winchester brothers to cash in an old favor. A call that changes everything.

Word Count: 1800+

A/N: Sorry it took a while! I just started a new job so I’ll have less time to churn stuff out. Enjoy!

MASTERLIST 

You stared at the blazing fire until it was nothing but glowing embers. David was more than a hunter. He was your friend and he deserved better.

Flashes of how you’d found him entered your mind. You knew he would be in your dreams the next time you dared to sleep. For now, however, you pushed it back and looked at the two men to your left. Sam and Dean Winchester.

They were different from how you remembered them. You could swear Sam had grown another five inches - his hair almost just as much. But it wasn’t only his physical attributes. He seemed... well, he seemed like he’d seen some shit.

Even Dean, who you remembered as a confidant all-knowing manwhore, looked hardened. His face had lost the last of the baby fat and his expression was grim. You wondered what could possibly have happened in almost 3 years time.

You had helped them out of a jam back in the day against a pair of shifters that liked to wear their faces. You actually met the brothers’ doubles before you met them. Something you were still embarrassed about.

It had been a long day and you wanted nothing more than a cold drink in your hand before you continued on to your next case, which was still a state over. The town you stopped in had a bar right on the main road.

You went in and ordered your drink before settling into the seat. It was an hour later when you were interrupted.

“Well hello there princess. You want a body to go with that beer?”

Looking up, you saw a man with short brown hair and gorgeous green eyes smirking at you. Your heart fluttered without your permission.

“Let’s say I do,” you said, running your finger along the lip of the glass. “What makes you think you would be my pick of the pile?”

You watched as the man grinned wide and leaned closer so his lips were at your ear. “Princess, I’m the only damned option.”

Again you could do nothing about the shudder that went through your body. Still you attempted to keep your cool. “Believe me, I’m no princess.”

He chuckled. “Wanna prove it?”

Pulled out of your memory by the sound of your name you glanced back at Dean, still irritated by how stupid hot he was. Hell, they both were. They looked at you now, waiting to know why they were here.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Sam asked. You straightened your position and uncrossed your arms with a sigh.

Shaking your head, you pulled the photo from your back pocket. “Not really. That’s why I called you.”

You handed the photo over to Sam since he was closer to you. “I have to find her and I can’t do it by myself. She’s in danger.”

Sam examined the photo before turning it over out of habit. His eyebrows rose at what was written. Glancing at you, he passed it to Dean message side up. “Who is she?”

“Not important.”

Sam made a face before looking to Dean, the two of them silently communicating. You had forgotten about that too. And how annoying it was. 

Dean flipped the photo over to see Sara, a crease forming on his forehead a moment later. He looked straight at you. “It’s your sister, isn’t it.”

It wasn’t even a question, but a statement. Dumbfounded, you stared back. You and Sara didn’t really look alike, having different fathers. So how in the hell did Dean come to that conclusion so quickly? When you said nothing in return, he nodded his head and gave the picture back to you.

“Tell us what happened.”

And you did. You told them about the vamp nest and David and how you had found your motel room. That wasn’t enough for them though.

“What about the girl?” Sam asked. “Your... sister. Why don’t you know where she is?”

“Sara,” you breathed out. “Her name is Sara. And I don’t know where she is because I haven’t seen her in nine years. That’s an old photo. She would be nineteen now.”

You could see Sam wanted to ask more, but he backed off. Dean on the other hand had no such feelings. He walked closer and pressed, his voice a lower register than you remember. “Not good enough. You want our help? We need the full story if we are gonna find Sara.”

“Dean,” Sam warned. But you relented, knowing he had a point.

“We were separated in foster care. I aged out and Sara got adopted,” you spat out. You hated talking about it. “That’s all I know and that’s all I’m telling. I wasn’t privy to who adopted her. So I don’t know where she is or even her name.”

Dean’s eyes softened and he gave a nod. “Okay, let’s get to it then. Sammy, grab her gear from the jeep.”

Sam nodded in agreement and gave you a parting smile before going back through the house. That left you and Dean to finish with David’s body. You both moved in silence. Well, you hobbled a bit. The ache in your leg was still debilitating.

With the silence and Dean, you fell back into the fog of memory as you worked.

“Wanna prove it?”

You smirked at him, grabbed his hand and headed to the bathroom. It had been a while since you had been with a guy, especially one that looked like that. So you wasted no time in attacking the stranger’s mouth.

He wasn’t a bad kisser, but you’d had better. His hands reached your sides and began to untuck your shirt from your jeans as he kissed your jaw. You in turn glided your fingers up his chest to his shoulders and down his arms, taking his plaid over-shirt with you.

Next he went for your belt, grasping the buckle. He immediately let go however when it burned him.

It was like a bucket of ice water had just been dumped on you. Right then you knew he was a monster because your belt buckle was made of pure silver. It was a gift from a hunter you had met two weeks ago named Sierra. Not wasting another second, you backed away pulling a knife out of your boot.

“What are you?”

“If it isn’t my lucky day - a hunter!” the monster chuckled. “You plan on killing me with that pig sticker, princess?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Couldn’t hurt.”

You went for the attack. He evaded you at first, but then got cornered between the sink and the wall. A swipe at his arm made him hiss at you. His distraction made it easy for you to aim for his heart, but before you took the plunge an explosion of pain came from the back of your head. You yelped, falling to the floor with a thud. The knife fell out of your hand and skidded across the floor. 

Of course.

Another man was now in the room, clearly the one who hit you. He was tall and his hair was longer than the monster you were fighting. He looked at him now, annoyed. “We don’t have time for this. Let’s go.”

They both left the bathroom and you behind. The green-eyed one gave you a wink before shutting the door behind him. A moment later everything went black.

You spotted them again the next day by chance. The monsters were riding in a black muscle car down the main road. You couldn’t believe they’d even show their faces - or well, those particular faces. You had narrowed it down to them being shapeshifters after having done some research and looking at the bar’s security tape.

Now you knew how to kill them. You grabbed your gun and silver bullets and followed them to a motel on the outskirts of town. You waited ten minutes before knocking on the door.

It opened to reveal the green-eyed one. God, he looked more gorgeous in the daylight. You quickly pushed the thought away though. He’s a monster!

You raised your gun and aimed it right at his heart. “Hey there. Remember me? You really should have killed me when you had the chance, asshat.”

His eyebrows rose and his lips formed an O of surprise.

“Woah there, sweetheart. Watch where you point that thing.”

“Oh, it’s ‘sweetheart’ today is it? What happened to ‘princess’?” He looked confused. By this point the big one showed himself. He was holding a gun of his own. “Hey Sasquatch. Thanks for the headache.”

He focused his gun on me, but didn’t fire. “What? Who are you?”

You were too busy looking at him to notice the hot one moving until it was too late. He grabbed your wrist, yanked the gun out of your hand and twisted your arm behind your back all in one stride. He brought his other hand across your chest and pulled you against him making it harder to move.

“Let go of me, you fucking monster!” You struggled against his hold to no avail. The big one looked past your head to your captor, understanding sweeping across his face.

“Sammy, show her,” the man spoke right next to your ear, his hold unyielding. ‘Sammy’ proceeded to take your gun, dump the magazine clip and flick the silver bullets into his hand. Nothing happened. He then dropped the bullets into the green-eyed one’s outstretched hand with the same result.

They weren’t shapeshifters.

“Now,” he started, finally releasing you,”let’s try that again. Sweetheart.”

“Dean?”

You were done now, heading towards the cars when you stopped. Dean turned around and came back to where you were a few steps behind him.

“What’s up?”

“How... how did you know?” You hesitated with your question. “That Sara is my sister.”

Dean looked at you for a moment and smiled sadly. “Your eyes.”

Confused, you shook your head at him. “I don’t follow.”

He indicated that you kept walking. “The look in your eyes sold you out. You’re worried, burdened, and feel guilty that she’s a target because of you. I know because I’m a goddamned expert of that look.”

You were stunned, to say the least. That he noticed and understood you so significantly, that he felt the same way. But mostly you couldn’t believe he’d told you that in the first place since he was such a closed book when it came to his emotions. You watched Sam, Dean’s own younger sibling, as he finished packing up the Impala.

“In that case,” you said as the both of you reached the gravel driveway, “I’m sorry you understand.”

He simply nodded. When your leg gave out three feet from the car door, Dean snatched your elbow before you had the chance to face plant. 

“Stupid freaking demon,” you grumbled. “Thanks.”

Dean chuckled. “We actually know someone that may be able to help with that.”

Part 3

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