#his past has been something thats been hunting him down since he crawled out his grave in good springs

[gay-caesar-truther]

I'm losing my mind thinking about Shepherd's emotional state making his way to The Divide

[deansawthetvglow]

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destiel first meetings, deancentric, potential for more story. cas is like barely in this

“death is promised to the bee whose sting protects the colony”

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he’s 24, it should be gone by now, he needs to grow out of it but god dammit, there it is. a constant looming presence. the fact of the matter is, dean winchester has a severe phobia of wasps, bees—anything that buzzes past him that he can’t identify immediately— and he can’t help it. it’s irrational, he knows it’s irrational, in fact he kind of loves bees, he knows how important they are, how his mom used to love them, and dammit he’s an adult and he needs to get over it already. (it’s kinda why he loves hunting, they’re either in the car (dean keeps his windows rolled up) or out at night sneaking into some monster’s lair)

so it’s decided, dean’s gonna suck it up and find a therapist. he goes with the third one in the phone book, she looks kind (hot), and she specializes in anxiety disorders. dean sets an appointment.

he starts attending weekly, thanking the fraudulent card he carries that he’s not spending real money on this endeavor. his therapist, Lisa, is easy on the eyes, so it helps the sessions feel more palatable. he also ignores how, every time she asks him a question, he feels so vulnerable it hurts. he’s always on the verge of tears there, but he’d never admit it. he’s thankful his dad’s out on a string of solo hunts and he can keep grounded here, at least until he can wean off the sessions.

on a tuesday, dean finds a dead wasp on the windowsill of his motel room. he nearly bolts from the room, but something is keeping him grounded. he takes deep breaths like lisa recommended, he closes his eyes for a moment and just repeats “it’s dead, it’s dead, it can’t hurt you, it’s dead.” when he opens his eyes, and the wasp is still there, he feels a bit better. he doesn’t do anything about it, just cohabitates with it until his thursday session. he tells lisa about it and she quirks her lip up in a half smile. she has a glint in her eye that almost scares him, but after all this time, he trusts her, he honestly does. at the end of their time, she stands and tells dean she’s got homework for him. he almost groans, but he keeps it to himself. she pulls out one of her desk drawers and presents dean with a small mason jar. she places it in his hands and gives him a mission: get the wasp into the jar and bring it with him for next time.

he’s nervous already, but he nods, he wants this to work, he needs this to work.

when he gets back to the motel, he opens the door, peeking at the windowsill to make sure it’s still there before he pulls himself into the room. it takes him an hour of pacing, tears brimming, breaths shallow and panicked, before he finally gets the courage to do it. he grabs a pen from the side table and walks to the window. he holds the open mason jar under the sill, lines his pen up behind the wasp and squeezes his eyes shut as he sweeps his pen across the surface. 

when he opens them, the wasp is sitting at the bottom of the jar and dean nearly drops it, but he convinces himself to get the jar top and seals it with frantic, shaky hands. when the wasp is secure, he sets the jar on the sill and collapses into bed. it felt terrible, but he did it. he fucking did it.

on his drive to the practice that week, he puts the wasp in the passenger seat so he can keep an eye on the jar. even carrying the thing is torture as he ascends the stairs to lisa’s office. when he gets to her waiting room, she’s already got her door open and he enters, trying to keep cool as he sets the wasp on the table between them.

she grins like she’s so incredibly proud and dean’s heart swells with it for a moment. she asks him to tell her about the experience, which he does, watching her taking a note here or there, or asking a clarifying question. when he finishes, they only have a little time left, but she asks him to lay down on the couch and close his eyes to relax. he feels her presence by his side. she tells him to keep his eyes closed as she explains what’s going to happen next. 

“dean, with your consent, i would love to begin exposure therapy with you. all you’ll have to do today is hold the jar above you and observe the wasp.’

dean nods, his heart beat already quickening. he opens his eyes on her say so and she places the jar gently in his hands. he grounds himself, and then brings the jar above him. the underside of the jar is much more clear than the patterned sides. he can see the wasps body, dull with decay, but a wasp nonetheless. lisa asks him to describe it to her. he does. 

when he walks out of her office that day, he feels a bit lighter. he leaves the wasp with her because it’s nearly rotted and she’ll dispose of it properly. when he walks the path back to his car, a bee buzzes by, he flinches, but that’s all. no tears, no running, just a flinch. he grins. 

saturday comes and dean decides to go to the farmers market. he hasn't been in a long time, maybe not since he was a kid, but he figures he’ll show off his improvement to himself a little bit. when he gets there, the sun is hot and bright, baking down on the colourful tents out before him. his goal is to walk the whole thing, stopping to smell the roses along the way. it goes pretty well until he goes to pick out a peach for lunch and he spots a bee on it, basking in the sweetness of the fruit. he pulls his hand back fast and keeps his eye on it, his mind going blank with fear and silencing the sounds of everyone around him. suddenly there’s a buzz behind him and he’s running. it’s irrational, he knows it’s irrational, and yet he’s doing it, running back to baby. he makes it almost all the way until his adrenaline wears off a bit. he slows to a walk, but he’s on high alert. suddenly he can see everything. he can see the paper wasps floating above the grass, he can see the bee settling into a bunch of sunflowers, he nearly throws up when he sees one trailing behind a woman's leg, so close it’s nearly touching. he covers his ears, hoping that the loss of one sense will help deescalate the situation. it helps a bit, and when he’s finally at baby’s side and quickly getting in, he takes a breath. he lets himself cry then. head against he steering wheel. he was doing so well but suddenly he feels like he’s back at step one. he failed. his tears don’t let up until his energy is drained from the day. from the heat of the sun, from the rush of adrenaline, from the emotions pouring out of him. 

until the next thursday, dean stays in during the day. he doesn’t want to fail again. 

he tells lisa as much at their next session. she looks at him with sympathetic eyes. he hates it.

lisa says he is getting better, it just doesn't feel like it because its a process. she smiles. he frowns, trying to grasp that concept. it doesn't feel right to him. the validation, the praise, it feels unwarranted. he closes up a little bit and thats when lisa says it. 

“i can prove it to you.” 

he quirks an eyebrow at her, dejected face softening into interest. 

when the day is over, they have a plan. next week they’ll be meeting at heaven’s hives (dean thinks it sounds more like hell). 

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it’s thursday and dean is driving, white knuckles showing from his grip on his steering wheel. he’s grateful the apiary is just fifteen minutes out of town, it means the anticipation can’t build up (not that it hasn’t been for an entire fucking week). when he turns onto the dusty road with an arch above it baring the apiary’s name and a few carved bees on the poles, he lets himself take in the sounds of the road below him. it’s like white noise, temporarily drowning out his fears. 

when he reaches the end of the road, it’s at a small white house surrounded by flowers. he can see some structures out by the side of the home, but he looks resolutely ahead and stalks to the front door. just getting there has his heart racing, there are bees buzzing all around him and he feels himself wanting to crawl out of his skin as he knocks on the door. suddenly, it’s quiet. his thoughts pause as he stares at the man who opened the door in front of him. he’s tall, just a few inches shorter than dean, and broad. his hair is raven black and effortlessly tousled. he has this big gummy smile and his eyes are crinkling up at the sides. his eyes. his eyes are so blue, they look like they could belong in space, planets hanging alone, away from time. he clears his throat finally to say hello. the man, castiel, opens the door further and invites dean in. 

lisa is already sitting at the table, drizzling honey into the tea she has in front of her. the first thing dean notices is that the window behind her is open, a soft breeze causing the delicate white cloth to blow into the house. he tries not the let it affect him, but when he takes a seat, he makes sure his back is towards a wall and his eyes can watch the window. 

castiel sits next to him and brings him a cup of tea too. he doesn’t drink tea much, but it would feel rude to reject an offer from their host. 

castiel reaches across the table to pull the pot of honey from in front of lisa. dean watches her observe the motion, but he’s pulled from her when he hears a low voice beside him. 

“dean. lisa has informed me of your situation.” he smiles and keeps dean’s rapt attention. dean is holding his eyes, not looking away. cas breaks it first, and says, “look” with a nod to his hands. dean’s mind would go elsewhere if he weren’t so fucking amped up with anxiety, but he looks. castiel’s left hand is holding the tiny honey pot and his right is stirring the golden sweetness. dean’s mesmerized as castiel’s voice narrates next to him. 

“this is honey. it is the product of bee’s hard work. it’s a beautiful thing, dean. pure honey can quite literally last forever. a bee works her entire life to produce this product that will outlast her tenfold, and that’s an understatement.” castiel huffs a small laugh and dean quirks a small smile, still watching the hand stir the honey. “your fear-- dean, look at me,” dean lifts his eyes, “your fear is valid. it is one of the most common phobias across the globe. however, your fear is unfounded. i would sacrifice myself to be stung a thousand times over if it meant we could keep honey. if we could keep the trees and plants that bees  pollenate and tend to. even if we could live in a world without bees, i wouldn’t want to, because they are small, and determined, and fuzzy and they are god’s most pure creation.” his eyes sparkle as he’s talking, dean is fighting to hang onto every word instead of drifting into the fantasy that is the man before him. “bees have a stinger to protect their colony. they will die to protect their own. i have a very strong sense that you are much like a bee, dean. i have faith in your abilities to overcome this.” 

dean doesn’t realize until it’s too late that he’s crying. tears are falling from his eyes silently, blurring the images of cas and then lisa as he turns his face from them. 

not once in all of their sessions did he cry in front of lisa, but now he’s overcome with a tidal wave of emotions and it’s all because castiel (bees)waxed poetic and compared him to his greatest fear. god the analogy hits so close to home it hurts. he finally turns back to the table where castiel and lisa are sitting patiently, waiting. 

“i have faith too.” 

[keanuvibe]

Bodyguard (John Wick x Reader) Pt. 4

A/N: Hi! sorry im awful at uploading lol. my personal life rn is on fire and i haven’t had all the time in the world to write, but managed to pull this chapter together so :) thats coolio. 

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Warnings: swears, violence, a lil fluff

“So, tell me everything.” June smirked, leaning over the table towards you. You had managed to meet the girls on time, only a few minutes past twelve- thirty. The three of you got seated shortly after, and ordered your cocktails; beginning the rounds of catching up you had to do. The restaurant is diner themed, set in the 1950’s. One wall of the building was a bar, fit with barstools, an ice cream machine, as well as a soda machine. There was even a section where you could order homemade candy. Little booths scattered the wall across from the bar, and tables separated the two. The floor was checkered design donning many muddy footprints and the walls were covered in old-timey photos of local streets. You and the girls sat at a booth, June and Dottie sitting across from you.

“Okay, get this,” You began, leaning in towards your friends, “Santino, you know, mio cugino pazzo. He’s mad at my father and is trying to kill me for it.”  ‘[My crazy cousin.]’ You finished and took another long sip of your cocktail. June and Dottie stared with their mouths agape. You calmly set down your drink and smiled shyly, eyes bouncing between the girls. You loved your friends, honestly. The three of you have been close since you were young teens. June and Dot also had connections to the Italian mafia, their fathers having run a section of both New York and New Jersey; although they aren't as intertwined as you. June is the oldest, one year older than yourself. She’s an old soul, that you know for sure. She wears dated clothes and uses dated household items; in fact, you can't recall June ever purchasing something new from the stores you and Dot go to. Hell, even her car is a 1978 AMC Pacer. Dottie is only a few months older than you, on the other hand. She is the spitting image of a pinup girl. She wears her hair in elegant waves and has bangs, she even wears button up dresses and has big hair bows for when shes feeling fancy. You can’t recall a time when she didn’t wear red lipstick nearly everyday.

“Should you even be outside?” Dottie whispered, leaning closer to your figure. Her New York accent was a little amplified by the drinks she’s had already. You shrugged as your answer, and June scoffed. 

“You, (Y/N), are unbelievable.” The waiter to walked up to your table, halting your conversation. The three of you blinked at the other, little grins holding back giggles ready to erupt. The waiter asked for your orders, then as soon as the young man had left, you jumped right back into it. 

“You guys should see my bodyguard.” You spoke, a smirk donning your face. Your mind wondered as to what he was up to right now. Maybe he's still sitting waiting for you to exit the bathroom, or, maybe he's already begun the witch hunt. 

“Ah, yes. John? As you've mentioned. Show us! the way you've described him- He sounds gorgeous.” Dottie eagerly bounced in her seat, urging you to show them a picture. You pulled out your phone, stomach dropping at the several messages that donned the lock screen; John’s contact name on each one. Witch hunt is it. 

12:47: Very funny. Where are you? 

12:59: Where are you. 

1:13: (Y/N). This isn’t a game.

1:21: I’m coming to find you. 

At least it took him almost an hour and a half to notice. You bit your cheek, looking up at June and Dottie. The two girls were engaged in conversation, talking about something or another. You cleared the notifications and unlocked your phone, hoping to god you got to finish your lunch before John caught up. You opened the camera roll and scrolled through until you found a picture of you and the bodyguard. Somehow, you'd gotten him to agree to a photo. He was bent over so his head was level with your own. Due to the lighting, the man was squinting, however the dark gaze caused a chill to form down your back. You cleared your throat and flipped your phone around to show the girls. Dottie stopped talking and immediately looked at the screen

“Oh my god.” She murmured, sitting back and putting her hand over her chest. “He’s so handsome.” June grabbed the phone from you to get a better look. 

“You have to fuck him.” The eldest commented with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. You let out a short laugh, snatching your phone back from the girls grasp. The two girls giggled at your embarrassment, Dot even took a coy sip from her drink. 

“Was that gray in his beard? How old is he?” Dottie asked, looking you in the eye and sipping on her own cocktail. 

“Don’t laugh, okay? He’s mid fifties.” A blush crawled across your cheeks as your words escaped your lips. June and Dottie blinked a couple times before Dot finally let out a snort. 

“Going geriatric, now? hm?” June spoke, raising her brow and taking a gulp of her drink. While Dottie laughed at June’s question, you glanced over their shoulders, witnessing two burly men sit down at a table across from yours. One of them made eye contact with you, glare evident in their gaze, before looking back to their buddy. You felt your skin crawl and cleared your throat, pushing the feeling away. June’s laughter brought you back, now looking between the two girls again. 

“Well, He- He really doesn't feel old. Not when we're together.” You shrugged, playing with the condensation on your drink. 

“I mean, you’re only twenty-six,” Dot spoke, her eyes glancing between you and June. “You’re young and hot. I don't see an issue.” Your eyes shot up to meet Dottie’s. She smiled at you, her dark brown eyes warming your core. 

“Who are we to judge,” June began, a laugh escaping her throat. “I slept with that old guy, remember? He was, like, almost sixty and I was drunk as hell.” You and Dottie laughed, remembering that night. It was June’s twenty-third birthday. You three went to the club to celebrate and the eldest of your group ended up getting too wasted on absinthe. Which resulted in her sleeping with Mitch Johnson, an old friend of your fathers. Small world. 

“And you,” June pointed to Dottie, “Are a homewrecker.” 

“He never said he was married.” Dottie responded, sticking her tongue out at the woman. The three of you chuckled amongst yourselves before a silence took over. Your eyes once again scanned the room, not being able to shake the eerie feeling those two men implanted. They still sat across the diner and occasionally their eyes would make contact with your own, causing a chill to run up your spine. You quietly flipped your phone over, checking for any more messages from John. The screen remained blank, setting panic to freely course through your veins. His previous message was sent fifteen minutes ago, which meant the man was probably on his way right now. Plus, your parents didn’t live far from Coopers. 

The men both stood up now, locking eyes with you. They then looked at the other, as though confirmation was in order, before beginning to walk in the direction that you and the girls sat. Anxiety courses firmly through your veins now, and you could feel your palms gather sweat. 

“Girls,” You murmured, gathering their attention. “There are two men walking in our direction now, and I’m pretty sure they are after me.” You kept your voice low, trying to pretend as though you are oblivious. June and Dottie became physically uncomfortable, now shifting in their seats and looking over their shoulders. You felt guilt cross your person, now realizing how serious the situation is. You put your two best friends in harm's way. I mean, It’s not like they’re completely useless; they have parents in the Mafia, they’re trained in combat and weaponry. However, the guilt still bothered you that it was your fault.

“How do we go about this?” Dot asked, reaching for her purse. Your eyes watched as the woman dug into her bag. The pop of a gun chamber sounded as she began to fill it with bullets. June tied her hair back and began to stretch her arms. You sometimes forget that June is trained extensively in Jiu Jitsu. You also looked back to the men who were still making their way to you, passing through the crowded dining room floor. 

“Should we leave the public space?” You murmured, “I don’t want civilian casualties.” 

“Yes.” June agreed, standing up. “Gather your things, quickly.” She added. The oldest tossed a fifty dollar bill onto the table to pay for the drinks and the food you didn’t get to eat. You led the way, pushing through the crowded dining room to the exit. You glanced back, seeing the men become more frustrated. You are aware of the other, knowing what little cat and mouse game was occurring. 

Your palms shoved the door open, the three of you stumbling over onto the sidewalk. You looked both ways before leading right. You didn’t know what to do, whether you should try to outrun them, or stick up and fight. Maybe if you kill them it’ll send a message to Santino. Though, he may not even care. As he’s got twenty more men to fill the space those two would leave. You made sure June and Dottie still followed, checking over your shoulder occasionally. The three of you pushed through the crowds of New York, your main destination being Dottie’s vehicle. Your eyes also kept a lookout for John. He probably tracked your phone, you knew he had the ability anyways. You’re just glad the little ploy worked for as long as it did. You turned right down an alleyway, taking a shortcut towards the parking garage that Dot’s car was in. June looked over her shoulder, alarm blaring through her veins as she spotted the men. 

“They’re still behind us.” She spoke, looking between you and Dottie. You took a deep breath, placing your hands on your hips. 

“Va al diavolo!” ‘[Go to hell!]’ You cursed, throwing your hands up. Dot quickly grabbed you by the arm, pulling you as she began to run to the end. June grunted as the three of you approached a dead end, meeting a chain link fence.

“Fanculo. Okay, you two climb over.” ‘[Fuck.]’ You spoke, gesturing to the fence that stood in front of you. Your eyes met those of your friends, all breathing heavily from the sprint. Echoed footsteps could be heard at the entrance of the alley. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing the silhouettes of the men headed in your direction.

“Go!” You spoke with a harshness towards your friends.

“Not without you!” Dottie raised her tone, hands on hips. You turned your head again, seeing them get closer.

“Dot, just go!” You finally yelled. The girls hesitated, however respected your wishes and quickly climbed the fence, hopping to the other side. They stood now, staring as the men approached, getting ready to jump back over if need be.

“Santino it ha Inviato?” ‘[Did Santino send you?]’ You asked the men, slowly walking towards them.

“Si.” ‘[Yes.]’ One responded, their faces finally becoming clear from the backlight. You looked at them, noting how they both looked like average Italian men. Dark hair, olive eyes, and warm skin. Their faces were covered in a few scars, and you noted how they both wore suits with visible holsters resting on their hips

“It ha mandato per uccidermi?” ‘[Did he send you to kill me?]’ You asked, the men now only ten feet away from you. The darkness of the alley sent a chill down your spine, and you glanced back at the girls to make sure they were alright. Dot had her hand in her purse, most likely gearing up for when shit turned sideways. June held a stoic look, almost a resting bitch face, staring down the two men. 

“Si.” The same one answered again. They now stood only five feet away, stopping in front of you. You felt the sweat drip down your forehead, the buggy summer heat beginning to take claim of your body. You took a deep breath, wondering where John was, and how now would be a good time for him to suddenly appear. The men cracked their knuckles, rolling their shoulders and looking at you with sinister smiles. 

“Di ‘a Santino: E un peccato che sia troppo codardo per uccidermi.” ‘[Tell Santino: It’s a shame he’s too much of a coward to kill me himself.]’ You spoke, remembering the moves that your bodyguard had taught you. You leapt forward, first knocking one of the men down by pushing in his kneecaps. You took the moment to quickly hit the next guy, however, he blocked your blow, sending you back a few feet. The second man took advantage of your hesitation and grabbed you, throwing you into one of the walls. You let out a yelp, feeling the brick scrape bare skin harshly. The first guy stood up, and threw a fist at you, however, you quickly dodged and used his own momentum to toss his body into the wall. 

You felt as the second lackey quickly punched your gut, causing you to double over in pain. June and Dottie stood yelling which you could hear through ringing ears. You recovered quickly, countering the second man with a swift kick to his shin. He groaned, but recovered and swung a fist at you. You managed to dodge the blow and delivered a hearty boot to his groin. He quickly dropped to the ground in pain and you grabbed the pistol from his holster, pulling the trigger and placing one bullet into his skull. The second man used this moment to grab your loose shirt, and throw you into the brick, scraping your skin once again. He lifted his foot and conveyed a kick to your gut, sending you to double over. He used his fist to hit the sides of your face, throwing your head back and forth. You could feel blood begin to drip down your face, the pain that each snap of your neck caused, you could hear June and Dot yelling but it was faint. Time felt slowed, your heartbeat was like a drum in your ear. Then, a gunshot. 

All movements stopped, followed by the thud of a body hitting the ground near your own. You slowly slid down, ignoring the burning chafe the brick left. Hot tears stung your eyes as you covered them with your hands, a harsh sob leaving your throat. Your body ached, your face burned, and blood was the only taste that donned your mouth. You heard the chain link rattle as somebody climbed over it, as well as a huff when they landed. A gentle hand placed itself on your shoulder, and you saw as they knelt down, due to the shadow.

“(Y/N).” John. A hoarse cry escaped your throat upon hearing your bodyguards gentle voice. He wasn’t angry, like you expected. Instead, his tone seemed more worried than anything. You managed to look up at the man from your hands, your eyes greeting the sight of his own.

“Oh my god, (Y/N)!” You heard Dottie yell as she approached your side. The two girls quickly examined your body, nearly shoving John out of the way. 

“I fucked up.” You didn’t even recognize your voice as you spoke— your throat burned. June dotted your bloody forehead with a napkin from Dot’s purse.

“We should get her back home.” Dottie murmured, looking up at John. The dark haired man nodded, agreeing with the woman. June moved out of the way so he could scoop you into his arms. You lay your head onto his chest, faintly hearing the sound of his heartbeat and breathing. The man carried you out of the alley with June and Dottie close behind. You felt the summer sun warm your face as you exited the cool shade of the alleyway. The fresh breeze brought your attention to the cuts on your face, feeling the coolness from the semi-dried blood. Dottie opened the vehicles door and John placed you in the passenger seat, buckling your body firmly in. The two girls hopped into the back, John promising they’d be returned to their car later this evening. You heard the rumble of the engine, and closed your eyes, feeling tiredness numb the pain that ravaged your figure.

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“How long have you been employed by the (Y/L/N)’s?” Dottie’s gentle voice quietly echoed throughout your bedroom. Mellow sun rays shone in through the window, casting a warm haze throughout the space. After the incident in the alleyway, John brought you, Dottie, and June back to your parents estate. However, after you all got back, John discovered they'd left on business to Rome for a few days. He carried your figure all the way from the car to your bed, carefully depositing you. Dot and June then got to work, bandaging your wounds, though after you seemed stable and well asleep, they backed off and let you get some rest. Now, John watched as Dottie cared for your sleeping figure. His heart couldn’t help but ache to see you so helpless laying there. Your face had been drained of some of its color, leaving it more pale and sickly. Your hair stuck to your skin, and a thin layer of sweat covered your body. Your bodyguard wanted so badly to climb into the bed with you, stroke your hair from your face, tend to your bandages, hold you, kiss you. 

“Month and a half.” John answered, looking over to the woman. She nodded at his answer, dotting your forehead with a wet washcloth. The woman sat next to your bed with a rag in hand, occasionally cleaning your skin of sweat and dried blood specs. June was asleep on the small couch you had in your bedroom next to one of the windows. John stood on the opposite side of the bed from Dottie, watching her every movement when it came to caring for you. Occasionally your body would stir, but you still hadn’t woken up since the car— four hours ago. 

“Are you liking it?” The vintage dressed woman asked, a smirk crossing her red lips. She cast her eyes between John and your sleeping figure, hinting as to what she was meaning. 

“I am.” He responded. Dottie noticed his softened gaze when he looked towards you. She glanced back down at your face, wiping your skin with the washcloth gently. Your brow bone contained a nasty laceration and your cheekbone held a nice bruise with a cut as well. There was also a gash on your bottom lip, and your left eye held a hefty black bruise. That man really got ahold of you. 

“They're a good family. I know Francesco means well,” Dot murmured, “Speaking of, have you let them know?” John watched as the woman stood up and walked to the bathroom retrieving a fresh bowl of water for your face. 

“I called Francesco shortly after we arrived here.” The dark haired man spoke. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning towards your figure. He brushed away a few strands of hair that had fallen in your face. His thumb caressed your cheek afterwords, carefully avoiding the wounds that donned your skin. He felt your body stir, and a quiet groan escape your lips as you started to wake up. Dot walked back into the room, noting Johns figure looming over your own. A little smirk crossed her lips as she set the bowl down on the nightstand. You peeked your eyes open for a second, wincing at the brightness of the room. 

“Good afternoon, sleepy.” Dottie smiled, sitting beside your figure again. “Careful.” She murmured, watching as you shifted to sit up a little better. You knew Dottie was next to you, but could feel the weight of somebody on your other side. A large hand quietly placed itself on the side of your arm and you looked to see who it belonged to.

“How do you feel?” John’s words were gently spoken. His fingers squeezed your arm slightly before he released. 

“M-my throat hurts.” Your voice came out scratchy and withered sounding. Dottie quickly placed a cool glass of water into your palms, hers then wrapping around yours before releasing entirely. You gave her the best smile you could manage, due to your cuts, before sipping the drink. John stood up from the bed and made a comment about going to grab pain medicine before he exited your bedroom. 

“I'm going to wake up June.” Dottie spoke, walking over to her sleeping position by the window. You blinked your eyes, feeling the pain from the cuts, and groaned silently. It was stupid of you to think you could take on both of them. Your training with John was going fine, you figured if you at least got one down… No matter, at least you were still alive. The footsteps of your two friends caught your attention as the girls returned to your side. June immediately began to gush over how happy she was you were awake and okay, hugging you tightly. 

“We thought you were a goner.” The girl whispered, worry still evident in her tone. You raised your brows but winced as the sting from the cut became overwhelming. 

“I'm glad John showed up when he did. Like a superhero. He stood there with his gun and you should've seen the animalistic look in his eye.” Dottie sighed dreamily, “You are one lucky girl.” 

“I know about your ‘no dating’ rule, however, I don't think you should let this one get away.” June commented quietly, brushing some hair from your face. Dot agreed, shaking her head vigorously. The three of you cut the conversation short as John's footsteps echoed closer. He entered the room quietly and padded over to the bed, handing you a bottle of painkillers. Your fingers brushed as the container was passed and you felt a longing for the touch to remain; however just as the warmth arrived, it left. 

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June and Dottie stayed over for another hour before leaving. They helped you change your clothes and settle in for the night before they left you in the capable hands of John. The two of you remained in your bedroom the rest of the evening. You went in and out of sleep a few times. One time, you woke to the man humming quietly while sitting in bed next to your figure. Another, he was checking your bandages and cleaning the sheen of sweat from your skin. Maybe what June said is right, you can’t let John get away. Nobody has cared for you like he has. But that begged the question, would he even want to be with you? You’re half his age and apart of a mafia family. Plus, you still don't know much about him; his past, his home life, etc. He is a mysterious being, quiet too. It only made you want to know more.

“John?” You murmured, gathering the strength to sit up. It was late evening now, just past eight. The summer sun had just set, leaving a gray tone to cover the space. 

“Yes?” He answered, turning to face you. He had been sitting at your desk, cleaning his gun. 

“Parlami di te.” ‘[Tell me about yourself.]’ The man responded to your request by putting down the parts in his hand. He then quietly cleaned his fingers of grime before standing up and padding over to you, but not sitting. 

“What would you like to know?” He murmured. You studied his face for a moment, taking in the features he donned. His normally combed hair was disheveled now and he had bags under his eyes. He wore a suit and shoes too, obviously still dressed for work. 

“Everything.” You replied, ignoring the throb of pain that coursed through your body. John nodded, then loosened the tie from his around neck. He shed off his suit jacket next, leaving him in a black button up and vest on top. You admired his figure in the darkening room. He stood tall, confident, maybe a little tired, but didn't let it show much. The man settled on the edge of your bed, by your feet. The room remained silent for a few moments; you not daring to speak, and John taking the time to gather his thoughts. 

“I was married.” John’s voice was so soft, you had to lean towards him to hear better. The man kept his gaze towards his hands, fidgeting with his fingers. 

“Was?” You asked, pushing aside the slight feeling of jealousy that rose. 

“She- she passed due to an illness years back.” The bodyguard paused.

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.” You let out quietly, as to not bother John’s story process. 

“I was retired and wanted to live my days as a widower, however I was dragged back into the business by an old friends’ idiot son.” The man sighed, pushing some fallen hair behind his ear. You caught a glimpse at how sad he appeared, and felt an urge to comfort him. Pain shot through your body as you scooted down the bed until you were close enough to John. You grabbed his hand and his fingers instinctively intertwined with your own, making you realize just how large his palms actually were. It felt right, his hand being wrapped with your own. 

“Ever since then, I haven't left the business again. I see no point. I can't seem to leave anyways, I keep getting dragged back in.” He sighed heavily and you began to rub your thumb along his hand, as your way of comforting him. He fell silent, but you didn't push anymore questions just yet. He was being open and raw, which was probably difficult for the man to do. If he wanted to tell his story, he would. You wanted to know more, obviously, about the kind of work he's done; his jobs, the people he’s met, and if he knew anyone in your family. You wanted to know why the man was so troubled, and why it seemed everybody is against him. 

“Will you stay with me tonight?” Your voice escaped softly, barely above a whisper. John's hand squeezed your own, before he finally made eye contact with you. His dark gaze caused a chill to slither down your spine.

“Yes.” He spoke softly, “I need to go change.” He gave your hand one last squeeze before removing it and standing up. You watched as his figure walked across your room and disappeared behind the door. It only took him about five minutes before he returned, ready for bed. Sure, it was barely nine, but you figured you could put on a movie. You drank in the sight of him, admiring his pajamas. Blue with plaid stripes, and a plain white t-shirt. You’ve never seen him in anything but a suit, nevermind the sweatsuit outfit from when you train. This is different than that, this is a side of John that doesn't say ‘Hey, i'm a killer!’ This side is domestic; make you coffee and toast in the morning domestic. 

“Would you like to watch a movie?” You then asked, watching him tidy up his mess from cleaning his gun, which he didn't finish. 

“Sure.” He responded, walking over and climbing onto the bed next to your figure. You turned on your TV, and picked a movie from a streaming service, before fully settling in. You scoot your body close enough to John’s that you were able to lay your head on his chest. The man wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you even closer, but gently as to not cause you more pain. You listened to his heartbeat as it slowed to a resting rhythm, and then closed your eyes letting sleep overcome your senses.

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Masterlist

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god ik its a wm au but I would Love to hear more about beauyasha in this au.. also like what has yasha been up to on earth? how does she interact with beau and caleb before molly arrives? 💜🕊

>:)))! i can absolutely do so!!

so in the first two or so seasons before all the heaven/apocalypse stuff, beau and caleb met yasha in an episode. she never SAID she was a valkyrie but that’s what they assumed she was, since she had a lot of viking stuff on her and the accent and she sort of implied that. it’s what made sense at the time, especially because they had no signs that angels are a real thing.

then molly happens, and then when yasha shows back up again they recognize each other and WHAT! YASHA’S AN ANGEL ACTUALLY?? crazy.

basically what happened is that at around 200 bce or so, yasha fell in love. i’m gonna say that zuala was another angel in her garrison, and angels aren’t supposed to fall in love. they’re supposed to be conforming divine warriors who don’t have all the flaws (or strengths, or texture, or spark) that humans do.

zuala was painted as the main culprit in this transgression. rather than making her Fall (les mis voice) as lucifer fell (because by that point they didn’t want to add any more True demons to hell’s side) for punishment, they decide to just obliterate her a la the hellfire in the last scene of the good omens tv show. it isn’t pretty. yasha is made to watch. she screams, and it makes the sun flare.

the rest of the angels are going to have their memories wiped of her - including yasha - but she learns of this in time and breaks through the floor of heaven and plummets to earth. molly helps her escape, but manages to avoid getting caught doing so.

molly was in the same garrison as them, and his memory of zuala was wiped with the rest of them. he remembers yasha, remembers being fond of her, remembers that she left heaven voluntarily and that he helped her, but there’s so many blank spots. they have him move garrisons to the tomb-takers after that, who are very elite and militant, and he becomes a demon-killing expert. it’s meant to drown out all that. and it kind of works; molly remembers more of yasha when he sees her again on earth.

yasha falls and falls and her angel blade slips from her hand as she dematerializes. it plummets and falls deep into some wilderness. a glint streaking down from the shooting star in the sky that night.

what happens next is the thing that happened with anna - yasha has no vessel lined up and she wasn’t given permission to leave, and is swiftly getting her grace cut off by heaven, and her being is transformed into a human baby. she is born, and grows up in a little scandinavian village a little bit strange. her parents tell her how there was a huge shooting star the night she was born, how they think it’s a good omen form the gods, and she has a sense that she’s different - special. she’s strong and naturally gifted with the club and the axe and especially the sword - anything they put in her hands.

when she’s old enough, she’s chosen to go on their clan’s raids. she excels at getting the resources her village needs from the southern peoples. she’s a terror, and everyone knows that she’s blessed from above.

then one year, she gets separated from the raiding party and is making her way through the forest trying to make it back to the coast so she can find their boat. and out of the corner of her eye she sees a strange glint, and something in her pulls her to go to it. it’s a strange sword embedded in the rock, and she puts her hand on it, and pulls –

and memories and power flood into her. memories of zuala, of creation, of molly, of heaven’s gleaming pathways, of zuala, of the first things that crawled on land, of zuala, of the face of god, of zuala, zuala, zuala. smiling, flying, fighting, touching, burning. she screams. her howl echoes through the woods.

her people have been waiting for her back at the boat, because they can’t leave their best warrior behind. when she strides out of the woods, she’s different. she walks different, and has this power radiating from her. she climbs on the boat, tells them to go. she’s almost glowing a little bit. they row away, and yasha spends the entire journey staring up at the sky, out at the horizon.

after that day she’s different. even quieter. everyone assumes she had a holy experience that day, and she doesn’t disagree, because, well. after that day she’s keenly aware of the norse gods’ presences, and doesn’t age. when she realizes that everyone is moving forward towards death without her (humans seem so small now - she loves her human parents, she does, but remembering what the sun looked like in its infancy changes a viking), she leaves, and goes to asgard, and pledges herself to the ranks of valkyries. she’s not nearly as strong as she once was, but she’s strong enough to fit in with her new people, so she finds herself a place there among the aesir.

(side note im keeping my distance from how this world interacts with non-abrahamic religions - thats SO not my business - just know theyve got their own power and their own places that aren’t like. Beneath that of abrahamic god. because iirc spn was terrible about that) (also i say abrahamic bc iirc islam has a lot of angels and demonology in its culture but thats all im gonna say bc again: i am not a theology major, and this au is much more about the surface fun of it all rather than making any statements or assertions about ACTUAL religions (past or present) obviously) (also i’m never gonna mention jesus or the antichrist or whatever)

the angel blade is tied to her grace. her grace still exists up in heaven, locked away in the archives, so the blade still has its source. it also contains her love for zuala and molly and - and all that she loved before she was torn apart - and that fuels it, connects it to her. gives her access to its power. she’s mostly just sort of supernaturally stronger and can take more of a beating than a normal human, and on certain days/times of year she can fly short distances. days that were holy to her. she carves norse runes on her blade, because it’s hers now. she can’t age or die of old age, but she still does have human needs - food, water, sleep. she’s tough, but if she’s unlucky then she can be killed. luckily, she’s very good at fighting.

her wings… they’re not like they once were. being with the valkyries makes humans see them like other valkyries’, but the aesir can see them for what they are - decayed, fragile, skeletal things, with what remaining feathers there are barely hanging on. like her feathers in cr proper.

after ragnarok, when the surviving aesir meet in the fields of asgard, yasha thanks them for their hospitality, and returns to midgard. she wanders for a while, mostly by herself. she helps when she sees people who need her help, but mostly she just keeps herself alive and moving. quiet, contemplative. loving god’s creation even though heaven hurt her deeply. she spends years not speaking to anyone. what happened to the aesir was traumatizing to her, and she’s secure enough that she doesn’t need what they gave her when she was “younger.”

at some point she makes her way to north america. she wanders, builds cabins, and when she stumbles upon the opportunity she watches over what she once watched over. she’s aware of Hunters but is uninterested in them - they’re not hunting for food and while they help widows and the grieving that’s not their Business. not her business.

flash forward to early season 2. we know beau and caleb by this point and the basic premise of the show and the world. on a hunt in montana beau and caleb take shelter in a cabin during a snowstorm, and in the middle of the night the door opens. beau is taking watch and shoves a gun up in the intruder’s face - but it’s just yasha, holding a deer carcass and looking distinctly unimpressed. “you’re in my house.”

beau stutters an apology, caught entirely off guard by the 6′5″ mountain of a woman, and yasha shoulders past her to the table to stoke the fire and clean her kill. it’s her dinner for next month, yasha gruffly explains when beau asks what she’s doing. don’t like supermarkets.

caleb wakes up to beau helping yasha cut away the entrails. he is very frightened and confused, but when beau gives the all-clear he calms down a little. not entirely, because he knows this woman is beau’s type, and they’re still on a hunt.

they explain what they’re up to to yasha, who nods. says she’s noticed things have been strange. and beau helped her, so. she’ll help them. she’s also bored, and has a good feeling about these two.

so she helps out with the hunt, and throughout the episode beau clumsily flirts with her and yasha never turns her down but also never Flirts back. there’s a tension that’s mostly powered by beau but isn’t shut down by yasha (yasha thinks beau’s sweet and attractive, and she’s taken some human lovers over the last two millennia, but is still devoted to the memory of zuala. the audience doesn’t know that thought). she and caleb connect on a We Are Both Quiet Introverts level, like they do in actual cr (reminiscent of the shaving scene after bowlgate).

it isn’t until the end that caleb and beau think she’s anything but a mountain lady. then she pulls out a HUGE GLOWING SWORD carved with RUNES and THERE’S SOMETHING BEHIND HER THAT LOOKS LIKE WINGS? and then she nods, says goodbye, and walks away into the woods before caleb and beau can pepper her with questions about what the fuck just happened.

they run after her, but can’t find her or the cabin again. in the car ride back to civilization, caleb theorizes that she might be a valkyrie, and beau’s like yeah that sounds appropriately sexy.

yasha is a fan favorite. she had a whole focus episode and she was so mysterious and cool! the audience clamors for her to be brought back, and are sad when she doesn’t show up for the rest of season 2. beau and caleb mention her a couple times, so it’s made plain that she isn’t TOTALLY a one-off, but… hm!

beaujester shippers already existed by this point (jester was in season 1 and again in season 2), and beauyasha gains some popularity. beau having attractions to both of them is present in the show, but she isn’t dating either of them. there’s significance to both of them - they’re both people beau thinks of when she thinks of having Somebody.

a lot of fic about yasha is written between seasons 2 and 4, theorizing about her life as a valkyrie and what her and beau meeting up would be like… which is all then jossed when angels happen in season 4.

caleb gets taken to hell at the end of season 3 because of ikithon and for beau. during his last couple days on earth, he begs beau to find jester. or hell, yasha. don’t be alone, please. live and be happy. go get - go get powerlifted by one or both of them. i heard you sleeptalk enough about that. and beau tells him to shut up, don’t talk like that, i’ll - i’ll find a way to bring you back. and then you can see me get gay married or whatever it is you want me to do. because i’m gonna get you out of there. and caleb smiles, and his eyes say we both know you won’t.

there’s a whole genre of fic about jester or yasha (or both) comforting beau and settling into hunting/domesticity with her or helping her rescue caleb after caleb gets dragged away btw. idk why im making up fake fic about this au but you know what. i deserve this.

yasha is sort of put out of mind in the heaven excitement of season 4 and the arrival of molly as a third companion, turning their duo into a trio half the time. the apocalypse stuff isn’t quite happening yet btw (this is where i start diverging from the seasonal structure of spn), it’s just angels being real and caleb and beau being mysteriously important to them.

there is one point where during the beginning of an episode about halfway through the season where they’re regaling molly with a story of one of their hunts - beau is trying to embarrass caleb with a time he got enthralled by a siren, and caleb bats back with well, at least i didn’t let a giant woman with a dead deer push my gun aside so she could skin the thing with no enchantments on me at all. and beau’s like AW CMON DUDE DONT BRING YASH INTO THIS.

then there’s a shot where their bickering dialogue continues but the camera is focused on molly, who tilts his head a little, considering, then takes a sip of his orange juice (he hates coffee - too bitter! if he’s going to consume something to keep up the idea that he’s human, it’ll be something that tastes good!). then it cuts to the car.

it’s intentionally ambiguous if that’s about caleb getting seduced by a siren, beau being embarrassed, or whatever - it’s just an odd little moment. which is significant when they’re up north again, four episodes later, in a little restaurant off the highway, and they’ve just finished their meal and talk about the season plotline is happening when the door SLAMS open, and booted feet stomp across the dirty tile, strong legs in worn jeans, a huge backpack - beau’s eyes widen - and there’s yasha, striding directly to their table with a look of utmost focus and determination.

beau goes to stand, caleb’s brow furrows - yasha, what are you doing here - what’s going on - when, before they can act, molly stands up, causing the table to rock and their cups to slosh over. yashael! he exclaims, his face split in incredulous delight. you’re alive! you survived! you’re okay - it’s been millennia! what are you doing here?! oh, i don’t care, get over here. and he goes to her, and she hugs him, and beau and caleb are standing there, slack-jawed, as stony stoic yasha cracks a wide smile and hugs molly and lifts him off the ground.

did… did mollymauk just say ‘yashael?’ caleb says, stunned. molly is cradling yasha’s face in his hands, and her cheeks are round with joy. beau’s imagination could never have given her this smile, and she’s jealous a little bit, but also in awe, but mostly also trying to process the two puzzle pieces that just locked themselves together that she thought were totally separate from each other.

(relevant posts to their reunion: art, text, text)

from then on yasha is part of their group, at least for that season. there’s a lot of caleb and beau commiserating over their attraction to two LITERAL ANGELS - especially when the truth of yasha’s fall is revealed. beau is torn up inside about all of it - an ANGEL, for the first part, and her dead angel lover (how could beau ever compete with an ANGEL) and, oh christ, molly’s odd humoring of her crush on yasha is cast in a new light now.

and then jester comes back and… well, now beau’s torn between two hot girls who are both important in the grand scheme of things! yipes!

it takes a long time and there’s probably also some romantic drama in that triangle etc, but beauyaster is endgame. because i have a huge fucking brain.

[piethemandomom]

Have you ever like...Talked about Kaivan? His design reminds me of someone that would be the protagonist in their own video game or something, it’s super rad so kudos to you for that but also like...I want to know more. Bullet point headcanon text-post style (only if you don’t mind!)

HKJHGYGDF DO I MIND? BrUhhhH we in for a ride! LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL BLUEBERRY BOY

Kaivan is my d&d character that I made in 3 days (normally I have like a month to get down a character, so I was SCREAMING in panic) as such my main inspiration for him was Hellblade senua's sacrifice. A horror a game I was attempting to play at the time I wrote his backstory and made a lose character sketch of him.

The backstory I wrote: Kaivan’s first memory was waking up in a pile of corpses. He didn’t know how or why he was there; he couldn’t even remember his own name. In a daze he was able to crawl out of the pile just before hearing the sound of something coming his way. His vision was doubled and obscured by blood, but he was able to find a crevice just big enough for him to slip through to begin his escape. He didn’t know how long he stumbled and crawled through the cramped stone caves he awoke in, before finally reaching the outside world. He had little protection against the cold biting wind he found himself in. A dirty, tattered pair of pants along with most of a shirt and no shoes to speak of were all he had as he made his way down a icy muddy slope. He walked till his body finally couldn’t keep going anymore, and collapsed, his consciousness slipped away once more. When he came to once again, it was in a much more hospitable environment. Children from a nearby farm had found him and gotten help, bringing him back to their home. The human family that had found him were a little wary at first, (half dead drow showing up in the middle of the forest are not commonplace after all.) But after nearly a month and a half of helping the timid dark elf heal, they became endeared to him. They even gave him his name; Kaivan, since no mater how hard he tried he could not remember anything before the cave. He tried to go back once, the farmer coming with him to see if he could help, but try as they might they could not find the crevice. He lived with the farmers family for a few months, becoming a skilled hunter and even saving the farmers children from a pack of wolves once. It was simple living, but Kaivan like it; save for the nightmares. Sometimes he swore they were premonitions. He would have a dream about coming across a mutilated corpse of some kind, and wake only to find said ravaged body sometime through out his day. Only once did he get one of these visions during his waking hours; and that turned in to the worst day of his known life. He was out hunting when a vision hit him, a psychedelic witnessing to the absolute massacre of the family he had been staying with. Reeling form the vision and the pain it inflicted he rushed back to the farmstead, only to find what he feared. Grief stricken, Kaivan tried but could not track the creature that did this, which just furthered his self-loathing over the matter. He felt responsible for their fate, and vowed to himself to never let another suffer their fate.

So thats what he started the game with. Later after more visions, some with a great wolf taunting him that his new friends would be next and other dreams of a wolf promising him his memories back, he found out that the wizard Sorn probably had something to do with whatever was going on with him.

Turns out; Kaivan's family left the underdark city where the dark elves lived to escape the political climate. His mom, dad, sister his 2 brothers, his grandmother, his aunt and uncle and 2 family friends (who were there in their home so often they practically lived there) and when they came top side they ran in to Sorn, who was very friendly and promised to help them make a home if they would help him make his wizard tower. As they journeyed to wherever Sorn thought it best for them and his tower, they picked up 2 other people who also just wanted to live in peace, away from the other settlements. So with new friends they all set off to the place where they built for Sorn his Wizard tower! And then Sorn imprisoned all of them! To do nasty blood magic experiments to create the perfect werewolf hybrid! Turned out the two other people they picked up were a werewolf and another kind of wolf shapeshifter that isn't cursed and has full control over their abilities. They were very nice people that were also duped by Sorns false kindness.

Unfortunately nearly everyone died from the experimentation except for Kaivan and his older sister Octavia. The only thing that outwardly changed about them was their right eye turned black, making them look kinda possessed. The eye works just as normal, but just don't look right. O.o

Sorn also performed the experiment on himself after Kai and his sisters success in living, and basically made himself a living horror. While Kai and his sister can transform at will in to very big black wolves, Sorn looked more werewolfish and definitely more powerful.

Octavia and Kaivan broke free and Octavia fought Sorn, telling her younger brother to run while she held him off. Kai did run eventually, but in trying to escape he became victim to a small cave in, and was knocked out. And lost his memory.

His sister became imprisoned in a blood sacrifice altar, and was only able to be freed by Kaivan's blood when he followed the clues to his past to Sorns tower. The blood sacrifice was able to bring Kaivan's memory back as well as his sister, and Kaivan found out his real name - Quin'ur Xolravin.

It took Kaivan a long time to except the wolf in him, but the group he joined - his new weird family - helped him. Especially the monster hunter Martin, an old half-orc. Martin told Kaivan he had the choice as to whether or not he was a monster. Martin had complete confidence that Kai was not.

Kaivan did eventually catch Sorn and kill him, although without his sister(who wanted to be there with him when they caught him) and Kai did it in a rather brutal fashion over come with rage in his wolf form. It shook Kai up to see how easy it was to lose control, but another talk with his now sort-of-stand-in-dad Martin helped Kai.

ALSO shortly after gaining his memories, sister and wolf powers back, the group he was with were invited to a ball (they did alot of stuff for the kingdom just trying to make a buck) by none other then the elected Queen of the realm, Lady Deanora Vaylorin. Who showed him great kindness and patience, when many of the court including her own father despised his presence. (Deanora is a high elf, once upon a time, the high elves and the dark elves i.e. Kaivan's race were at war. The dark elves have stayed in the underdark since the war.)

Later after a bunch of baddies crashed the ball Deanora asked for help from Kaivan's group in helping secure crystals of great power to keep out of the Big Bad Guys hands. Its at this point Kai kinda started crushing on Deanora, she was beautiful, intelligent, wise and also very nice and genuinely sweet towards Kaivan and his nervous fumbling in social interactions. Kaivan tried to keep it to himself, thinking it was absolutely impossible for someone like him to even think about being with someone like her. But after a few interactions their affection for each other grew, and they eventually became lovers!

Thats pretty much where we are at in the game and Kaivan's life! I feel like there is more but my phones battery is low and this is already very long! But yeah, any time you want I will fan girl over my own character!

[buffalostorm]

Fanfic

a text exchange is implied between the Havenfall crew and I decided to write it

Set in Mackenzie’s route

occurs somewhere during Season 2 Episode 7, in the time gap between the two

MacMommy has come online

JuniorLucifer69 is online

MM: JD

MM: Can we talk

MM: Im not accusing you of anything

MM: JD you arent in trouble or anything

JL: sherif

MM: Im texting as Mac right now

JL: cul i like mac beter

JL: since ur mac can this wait for a sec im in the midle of sum stuf

MM: Does the bowling alley have some customers

JL: nah

JL: its crime stuf

MM: what

MM: JD

MM: Im the Sheriff now

MM: JD I will call Razi right now

JL: jk wat up

MM: Are you doing crimes

JL: not unles eatin froot loops is a crime

MM: its 9 PM

MM: and arent you at the bowling alley?

JL: yeh an i wanted froot loops

JL: i knew i would want froot loops so i took some froot loops in a plastic bag

JL: who made u the sherif of fud time

MM: weve gotten off track

JL: never knew what the trac was

MM: I wanted to ask for advice

JL: im literaly the person with their life the least put together

JL: the only thing im qualified to give advice about is precisely how much shit u can do and not get actualy punished for

MM: How about dating

MM: like asking someone out

JL: y do u need advice

JL: u 2 made out in front of the entire town

JL: not much of a feat

JL: the in front of the entire town part

JL: the making out was a biger thing

MM: Weve done more than that

JL: u 2 are together right

MM: We are together yeah

MM: We havent been on a proper date yet though

JL: havent u asked some1 out before

JL: wait

JL: uve done more than that

MM: I shouldnt have said that

JL: did u 2 do it

JL: DID YOU TWO GET DOWN TO BUSINESS

MM: …

JL: WHATS THAT SUPOSED TO MEAN

JL: YOU CANT JUST DOT DOT DOT ME MAC

MM: Im just here for advice I dont need anything else

JL: OK but whether or not u 2 have screwed does change my answer

MM: I dont see how that has anything to do with it

JL: it absolutely does

MM: Im not answering that

JL: cool so u 2 absolutely did do it

MM: JD

JL: nah its cool im happy for u and all but le

MM: JD

MM: Are you there.

MM: JD you need to finish that sentence

JL: This is Razi. JD was texting on the job and they tell me I’m texting Sheriff Hunt.

MM: yeah this is Mac

JL: If I may ask, what did JD do?

MM: Nothing this is an informal conversation

JL: JD is telling me to scroll up.

MM: Please dont

MM: Razi

MM: Razi

MM: Razi you better be typing a very long message because I dont like this one bit

JL: jd back on the mic

MM: What happened

JL:  razi read through the rest of the conversation and started crying from laughter

JL: i swiped my phone back

MM: Do u remember when things like this stayed private

JL: pepperridge farm remembers

MM: Good times

JL: update razi is still laughing

JL: he has done the dad thing where he chuckles and shakes his head

JL: he mumbled something

MM: I dont need the play by play

JL: im more of a color commentator

MM: Can you bring him back in

MM: I could use the help

JL: ill help him get on

MM: Ill be waiting

JL: hes almost on

JL: hes trying to compose himself

MM: Does he need any help

JL: still trying to compose himself

JL: he has stopped giggling and put on a Serious Face

Guest42251413 has come online

Guest: Hello, this is Razi.

JL: henwo

MM: Welcome Razi

Guest: Why do you guys have initials and I don’t?

JL: u have to register

Guest: OK, how do I do that?

MM: JD can you help him

Guest 42251413 has registered as Razi420

MM: Did you choose the name

Razi420: JD helped me. I tried to register as Razi, but the system said, “Username taken,” so I tried Razi1 at the behest of JD. That too was taken, so then JD informed me that Razi420 was open so I took it.

Razi420: Wait, I don’t have initials.

MM: JD can you help him

JL: i dont know its just so difficult

JL: itll take 10 hours

JL: i remember when i changed my intials i had to fill out all sorts of forms

JL: it was such a hassle

JL: and you wouldnt make little old me go through that again.

MM: OK you dont have to help Razi

Razi420: I guess that an old man like me wouldn’t understand it.

JL: ill get diego on the line 2

Razi420: You know computers are so hard for people like me

JL: mac how much experience do you have with dating

MM: I havent asked anyone out in my life

JL: not even for a sadie hawkins

Razi420: The other day I learned about emojis.

MM: I went to a small high school no one else was out

JL: so is it a confidence thing or a what do i say sort of thing or whats a good thing to do kind of thing or what

DrEscalonaMDPHDBS has come online

Razi420: See, Diego knows what it’s like, you don’t know how to do anything, you don’t know the lingo, you don’t know how to get initials for your messages.

DE: What?

DE: What did you guys need me for?

JL: i just heard razi sigh from the arcade

DE: So what was going on around here.

MM: I need some advice

DE: mhm, and what for?

MM: Asking someone out

DE: You two are definitely together, is that correct? I remember you two sharing a ,ah, intimate moment together.

JL: theyve “done more than that”

MM: JD dont you dare

DE: I’m going to need you to be more specific, JD.

MM: You better not

MM: JD I swear on my mothers hashbrown casserole if you dare say a word that is off task I will smash your stupid John Lennon sunglasses on the ground

Razi420: Part 1: I’ve tasted that casserole, this is very serious. Part 2: I will not say a word about that. I will hold that as a secret to be divulged at your discretion.

MM: Thank you Razi

DE: All of that aside, this is a date between you and our friend.

MM: Yes

DE: Just making certain everything is clear.

Razi420: In addition, Mackenzie has never asked anyone out on a date.

MM: Most of my past relationships we just kinda ended up in the same place

DE: Coworkers?

MM: Yeah basically

DE: My experience may seem a little old and not suit your personal flair, but I will offer my advice

JL: THEY HAVE MOST DEFINITELY HAD SEX. THEY HAVE DEFINITELY DONE THE DIRTY. MACKENZIE AND MY LOVELY COWORKER HAVE IN FACT HAD A ROLL IN THE HAY.

MM: Are you done?

JL: not yet

JL: macken-ZAY has gotten biz-ZAY

JL: They have shagged, baby

JL: ok im done

DE: I see

MM: I want merely two things in the world

JL: is one of those a piece of that ass

MM: I just want to take my girlfriend out on a nice date

JL: im a prophet

MM: And a device where I can punch JD in the face whenever I want

MM: not too hard

MM: not hard enough to cause damage

MM: but hard enough to make them stop

MM: Is that too much to ask

JL: yknow not wanting to damage me is probably the sweetest thing u ever said to me

JL: also mac you can break my “john lennon sunglasses” i have 50 backup pairs.

MM: Just please tell me how to ask out a girl

DE: When you say date, do you mean “let’s go out to lunch on Friday,” or “Come follow me, I have a surprise for you.”

MM: The surprise one

DE: Is the surprise time bound or can the surprise come at any time?

MM: Its time bound

DE: How much planning went into this?

MM: A lot

DE: Please be specific

MM: I rented out the drive in theater for an exclusive showing

DE: That’s extensive.

DE: Are you certain she doesn’t have any commitments?

MM: …

MM: no

JL: doc were in havenfall the only other possible commitments u can have is harvesting corn or very specifics times for rituals

JL: those r the only 2

DE: Still, for future reference, it is polite to make certain there are no other commitments.

MM: OK

DE: So, the basic message is, come with me to the movies.

MM: Id like it to be a surprise but yeah

DE: mhm

JL: ok so for a surprise you gotta give enough to peak their interest

Razi420: pique

JL: idea lee u keep them guessing until u finally get to the location of the surprise

Razi420: ideally

JL: if u wanna go the extra mile leave a red earring  so they think ur gonna go someplace else

Razi420: red herring

JL: plant a piece of evy dance that suggests a bar crawl instead of a camping trip or whatever but be careful

Razi420: evidence

JL: u dont want to accidentally pull a bateman switch

Razi420: bait and switch

JL: no im pretty sure its bateman switch

Razi420: bait and switch

JL: its like when ur watching an episode of arrested development and then u realize that the entire time jason bateman was just a cgi clone and not the real jason bateman and then ur just like aaaaaaahhh man i wanted to see jason bateman and now i get this

JL: thats a bateman switch

Razi420: That doesn’t happen.

DE: That seems rather con fluted.

Razi420: convoluted

JL: so if ur seeing a drivein movie ur bringing blankets and other stuff right

MM: yeah blankets pillows and popcorn

JL: so thats pretty obvious

DE: It’s been so strange to see popcorn grow as a foodstuff.

JL: doc please dont weve wasted enough time as it is

Razi420: I’ve seen it too, it’s very strange how we’ve all decided it is only for movies and baseball.

JL: dont start this old man

Razi420: I remember when growing popcorn was the livelihood of some people.

JL: razi i will go over to the jukebox and play neil young right now if u dont stop

MM: JD youre wasting time yourself now

JL: right right

JL: so u arent going to be able to trick her into thinking u 2 are going somewhere else but

JL: but

MM: JD Ive never asked anyone out before Im not ready for advanced tactics here

JL: ok fine but never say where ur going

JL: keep it a mystery

JL: the idea is shes concerned with the mystery and when she solves it shes all like booyah and it makes the date better. so u gotta make sure shes gonna solve that mystery

JL: whats new scooby doo and all that

MM: and if she guesses the mystery

JL: just be noncommittal if she guesses right

JL: give a flat no to any incorrect answer and then give a maybe or an i dont know if she guesses right

JL: the maybe and the i dont know are in That tone of voice

MM: yeah I know That tone of voice

Razi420: I don’t mean to jinx it but I think this is the longest JD has a gone without making a joke.

DE: Wait, Razi, you, as a djinn, believe in jinxes?

JL: u might want to text her because if u build up the anticipation the payoff will be greater.

MM: JD I shouldnt text her I dont like personal conversations not in person

Razi420: Jinxes are a legitimate concept. I have plenty of data to back it up.

MM: but Im not even sure how to even start the conversation and get it leading up to asking her out

JL: mac ill let u in on a secret

JL: being smooth is 70% luck

JL: u gotta have quick thinking and all that

JL: but sometimes the right opportunity doesnt present itself and then u just gotta have an awkward transition

DE: Razi, jinxes are just coincidental, you point out something because it’s rare or you assume an unlikely outcome will happen, and when it falls through. You just say, “Oh, I jinxed it.”

JL: so mac, be ready to just go out and say would u like to go out on a date tonight

JL: i know that its not like that in the movies but thats closer to real life

MM: I cant work with “just do it” my brain doesnt like it

JL: u just gotta lean on ur natural charms

JL: ur going to feel really nervous so just lean into it

JL: be cute nervous

JL: she will love u cute nervous, mac

Razi420: Jinxes are like reverse wishes, someone says something and then the opposite effect occurs. The same powers are at work, but the etiquette of wish making isn’t followed, so the reverse effect occurs.

MM: I guess Im just worried she’ll say no

JL: shes not going to say no

JL: like i said theres nothing to do in this town

JL: but more importantly

DE: Mac, if all else fails I will help you out in anyway I can, you have my word. 

MM: Thanks Diego

JL: but more importantly you two love each other. shes going to be glad to talk to u no matter the outcome

DE:  And, Razi, when you grant a wish it tires you out, right? It drains some of your power.

Razi420: Yes, it does drain some of my power, but what does it have to do with jinxes?

JL: mac just remember that its going to go a whole lot better than you think it is going to go

JL: brains are just like that

JL: they tell u everythings gonna suck but surprise it rules

DE: The point that I’m getting at is that for a jinx to work, someone has to spend some power, so where does it come from, does it come from the wood that you must knock upon?

Razi420: …

Razi420: JD, you’ve been quite unlike yourself.

DE: No.

MM: I appreciate it JD

DE: Razi, you’re not getting away with it that easily.

MM: If Im being honest I expected to have to work hard to get info from you

DE: Razi, you can’t just deflect like that.

JL: im surprised that we didnt start a whole tangent on arrested development or something dumb

Razi420: Jinxes are caused by the stars, OK.

MM: you mean a tangent that everyone is involved in

DE: THats ridcuuloos

DE: *That’s ridiculous

JL: yeah

JL: but seriously

JL: I’m going to use grammatically correct sentences to express how much sincerity I have.

Razi420: I’m a djinn who’s friends with a vampire, a devil, and a werewolf who happens to be the sheriff of a town. We are not good judges of ridiculous.

JL: I just want you two to have a good time. You are coming to us for advice and I know that’s hard for you. You are making yourself vulnerable. I’m really proud of you.

MM: ... 

MM: Thanks

MM: It means a lot to me

DE: Why does JD get to be the one to say they’re proud of you?

DE: Shouldn’t that be for the person with seniority here.

JL: thats where ur wrong bucko

JL: the question here is one of gayness

JL: i am more dimensions of gay than u can possibly imagine

JL: thus i am the one whomst is allowed to delegate pride

DE: Also Razi, if it is stars, how does knocking on wood do shit.

JL: oh dam

MM: Now we know what gets Diego worked up enough to swear

Razi420: Photosynthesis uses light from stars, photosynthesis makes wood. Wood is directly related to starlight.

MM: But anyway thanks for the advice

DE: And here is the part where JD asks for a favor.

DE: Any minute now

DE: Also Razi, that is so patently ridiculous that I’m not going to debate about it anymore.

JL: Mac, you don’t owe me anything, just you two have a good time. If you two are happy, then I’m happy. That’s all..

JL: Also, if you claim I was helpful in anyway, shape, or form, I will deny it immediately.

MM: I expect nothing less

JL: i got a wild child image to keep up cant have this sincerity bullshit

JL: cool people dont have feelings right

JL: we just have leather jackets cool shades and smirks plastered on our faces

Razi420: Diego, if you refuse to debate about it, that means I win.

DE: iifwood is sending these tsingnals that means the signals would have to ravel fsaster than light to reach the starts and back with enough time to actually effet change

Razi420: Oooo, someone’s misspelling words, that means they’re angry.

JL: since everyone is here i think this is a good opportunity to do something ive always wanted to do

DE: The nearest star is over 4 light years away, how does it affect change on Earth.

JL: they use waves made of bofa rather than light

MM: JD

DE: You can’t get me, JD.

DE: I know this.

Razi420: what is bofa?

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[graysonpuzzle]

Unstable

NOTE: Freshly edited this. I’d like to warn that in this chapter there is a panic attack/anxiety. Also, for the rest of this fic (I like to call it a book lol) this warning will apply, and all of the anixety/panic related things are based on my own experiences, so if you think they are weird/innaccurate, I am basing them off my own panic attacks and anxiety. There is also violence, cussing and all that stuff. I would love some feedback on my writing!

THE PUZZLE 

Chapter Three

----------------------------- June 6th, 1990

“Mommy please don't go!” I remember telling my mom, as I pulled on her shirt.

“I know honey, but mommy and daddy have to help their friends, ok?” She replied and my dad came galloping down the stairs

“Ready girls?” He asked and grabbed his car keys.

I didn't think much of the ride to my grandparents house, but now I think of that car ride constantly; that was the last car ride I'd have with my parents. My dad picked me up out of the car and carried me to grandpas front door. I cried when they left, begging them to stay.

Grandpa said they would be gone for a week at the most. A week passed, then another. In the kitchen of the second week, Grandpa answered the phone and he dropped the phone, letting it hang by the cord. I tried to ask him what was wrong, but he composed himself and acted as if it was nothing. Even though I was small, I knew something was wrong. I was always a smart kid, and could read people before Grandpa made me learn.

Weeks turned into months and everyday I asked my Grandpa when my parents were coming to get me. His replies were always the same: ‘They'll be here in no time, Gray.”

One night I had a nightmare, the first of many that would take place most nights for the rest of my life. I went to my Grandpa's room looking for comfort but instead, he was weeping on the edge of his bed. I ended up doing the comforting.

“It’s ok, Grandpa, I miss Mommy and Daddy too, but you said they’ll be here soon,” I tried to explain, but I didn't understand why he kept crying.

He pulled me up onto his lap and through his tears told me, “Mommy and Daddy went to heaven, we won't see them for a long time.”

As I got older, I understood and remembered every detail of the last day I saw them. I think of my mom when I listen to her favorite music. I think of my Dad when I wear the necklace he gave my mom when they were teenagers. It’s a small chain with the moon on it; I remember my mom loving to go outside and look at the stars, the moon represented her love for the night and stars.

On my birthday each year Grandpa would give me something of theirs. I could tell it pained him to let go of those things, but he always told me they would want me to have them. Everywhere I go I wear the necklace, I listen to the music in the car, and read the books they used to own.

December 29th, 2006

“New York really is pretty in the winter,” I think outloud.

“It’s going to be even better when we kill this werewolf,” Dean states.

We check into the first motel with vacancy and I check in first.

“One king please,” I say to the woman behind the counter, getting money out of my pocket.

“Sorry, sweetie, the only room left is a double queen,” she replies with a severe smokers voice. I look at Sam and Dean, they just nod, whatever that means.

“The three of us will take that room then,” I say and hand her money, and she hands me the keys.

We walk down the hall to find our room. I unlock the door and stand in the entrance in shock. There are mirrors on the ceiling, no wonder it was rather expensive, and it was the last room left. The brothers walk in and Dean just starts smiling like a wierdo. Sam doesn't seem to care and sets his bag on the couch. I drop my bag on the floor and make my way back to the check in desk.

I ring the bell and the same woman comes to the counter, “Yes?”

“Are you sure there aren't any more rooms left, there's um-”

“Mirrors on the ceiling? I know, Sorry hon, it's the last room we got, surprising though since it's almost New Years,” she says.

I walk back to the room, a little disgusted by the room that I have to share with two guys. I get a shiver down my spine and open the door. I throw myself on the first bed and can't stop saying the word ‘ew’ in my mind over and over again.

“We should get started on the case soon, only a few hours until it's dark,” I hear Sam say and sit up.

“Well let's head to the station then,” Dean says.

“Alright,” Sam agrees and they both look at me.

“I think I'm going to check on the latest scene and see if I can find anything,” I say.

“What? No,” Dean says, “I think you should stick with us.”

“Why? Because I’m ‘unstable?’ I can handle myself,” I argue.

“Yeah, actually that's exactly why,” he admits.

“Listen you prick, you don't know me, you have your problems and I have mine,” I snap.

“Dean, come on-” Sam starts but Dean cuts him off.

“STAY OUT OF THIS SAM!”

“Look at that, you just think you're the boss of everyone! Do you always talk to your brother like that?”

“I don't think you're experienced enough to hunt by yourself,” He replies and ignores my question.

“Really? I've been training since I was 7 years old, I could kill you right now just by poking the right pressure points.”

“That doesn't mean anything.”

“It doesn't? Fine, how about I use my knife throwing to defend myself? Or how about archery? Maybe even mixed martial arts?” I list, and Sam raises his brows, impressed by the skills my grandfather made me learn.

“None of that means that you make good decisions!” Dean yells.

“Oh, so it's my judgement?”

“YES! You freaking took on a vampire nest by yourself and now you want to take on a werewolf? Are you insane?”

“You know what, since we're pointing out things ‘wrong’ with me, why don't I point out yours?” I ask sarcastically, “Let's see, who is it that made enemies with Gordon and got me attacked because of it? And you won't even tell me why!”

“That has nothing to do with what we're talking about!” He yells.

I ignore him and continue, “You know what, maybe I will listen to you, if you're honest. Thats one thing I got over you, buddy, at least im honest. Yeah, I'm a little too confident, sometimes I think I can handle these things by myself, but you know what?”

“You're getting on my nerves,” he fumes.

“I can tell just by looking at you that you lie all the time. You lie to make yourself feel better, you lie to your brother quite a bit, and I know for a fact that you bottle everything inside just so people don't see it,” He looks frustrated now, I think I hit him hard, “But I can see right through you, so next time you want to accuse me of being unstable, just look at yourself.”

I put on my jacket, gloves and hat and go to the door, “And just in case you were wondering, psychology is another thing my grandpa trained me in you asshole,” I finish and slam the door behind me.

I make my way to the scene, which is a rather long walk. I get on the street where we think the most recent attack took place. The last kill was in an alleyway. I hear trashcans moving in an alley and go to it. It’s only a cat, scrounging for food, I’m guessing. I pull out what's left of a pack of teddy grahams and give it to the cat. She takes them and rubs against me.

“You're not a big bad wolf, are you?” I say and scratch her head. She looks up suddenly and runs away.

“Fine.” I'm hurt, I thought we were bonding. I turn around to see what the cat saw, there a man standing at the end of the alley. “I don't really feel like getting mugged right now, so leave me alone,” and I keep walking, sure that I can kick his ass if he tries anything.

As I approach, he doesn't move and I can see him better with each step I take. Hes muscular, tall and overall sketchy looking. He stares at me as if I'm an old friend.

“Kelly?” He asks.

“Uh, sorry pal, I'm not the girl you think I am,” I say and walk past him, but he grabs my arm and squeezes hard.

“You look just like my Kelly,” he breathes rather hard and continues, “Beautiful Hazel eyes, waved chestnut hair...”

“Ok, creep, let me go,” I say and jerk my arm out of his grasp and continue walking. I hear a low growl then look back at the man, “look, back off- oh my god.”

The man doesn't look how he did seconds ago...he's the monster im hunting. I pull out my gun and shoot, hitting him in the shoulder as he charges at me. I sprint down the street to get away but I can feel him on my heels. Think, Grayson, think. I take a sharp turn down a different alley that I passed earlier. There's a high fence at the end, it might not stop him, I just hope it gives me time to get away. I get to the fence and climb as fast as I can, but after getting a few feet up, it's over; I feel his claws latch themselves into my ankle and wrench me down. I land on my back and aim my gun but he smacks it from my hand. I crawl backwards like a crab until my back hits the fence.

He puts his face inches from mine and just stares for what feels like minutes. He makes an animal noise and I close my eyes, I don't want to see what he does next. I expect him to kill me, but instead he lifts me up and I open my eyes. Hes carrying me over his beastly shoulder. Shit shit shit, this is not good.

I constantly try to fight, but he squeezes me with so much strength that I have to gasp for breath. He ends up taking me to an abandoned building or something, maybe an old dog kennel, judging by the cages. He literally throws me into one and I land on my tailbone.

“So what now? Trust me I'm shallow and won't fall in love with you based on your personality,” I say, hoping to get a rise out of him so he makes noise or gives me a chance at escape.

He just growls and locks the cage. All I have left is the knife I always have strapped to my thigh and some silver bullets for the gun left in the alley. My phone must've fell out of my pocket while he was chasing me. I've never seen a werewolf act so human while in the animal phase.

Through a small window I can see that the sky has finally gone dark. Hopefully this mutt will stop pacing around in circles and leave so I can make a break for it.

“Alright buddy, if you're going to kill me, might as well get it over with.”

He replies with a low growl.

“So what's the point of keeping me here, huh? You killed all your other victims on the spot, why the sudden change?”

He ignores me and continues pacing. Bitch. I sit on the cement floor and rest my back on the kennel wall. I get out my knife and twirl it around for fun. More hours pass.

“You know, my Grandpa made me get training in knife throwing, if these bars weren't between us, I could hit you right between the eyes,” I say out loud, knowing he either won't respond or do so with a growl.

Either I got used to his paws constantly touching the floor, or he left. Quietly I get up and look out. Hes gone, maybe he's turning back or getting food. I walk to the back of my kennel and kick the chained door as hard as i can. Nothing. I try again, but no luck. Next I try to pick the lock with my knife, which from the beginning was a stupid idea, but was worth a shot. I hear a distant noise and step back. The werewolf comes back, but looks more enraged than ever.

He runs at the bars and his claws scrape the metal on the door. What the hell was the point of trapping me just to have a harder time attacking me? I panic as he begins breaking through. I get an idea and begin climbing up two of the kennel walls, stretching one leg on each side. He breaks the lock and chains and barrels through. He jumps at me and I jump down, kicking him with both feet in the chest. It knocks the beast down and I run as fast as I can out of there.

I get out of the room and enter a long hallway. There are bigger windows and I can tell the sun is about to rise. When he changes I can kill him. I look back for a moment and he breaks through the door and his eyes lock on me. I push myself to run as fast as I can, but he easily catches up just like before. I go into a random room and slam the door. It's a heavy door, so it will take him longer to get through. It looks like an old office or something, because there is a desk and a bunch of random paperwork on the ground.

There's a big window behind the desk. The pounding and scratching on the door is constantly reminding me to hurry. I push the desk out of the way easily and pull the blinds all the way up. Its one of those protected windows that doesn't open, like ones that I see in schools sometimes. I pick up the desk and throw it the best I can manage at the window. The window shatters seconds before the door breaks down.

I jump out the window and bolt down the narrow alley. I get out to the empty street and look around as I turn the corner; I have no idea where I am. I look back for a mere moment and the wolf is nowhere in sight. I decide to go back and see if he changed.

I check the alleyway and the abandoned building, but there's no sight of him. He must've changed back. Now I have to figure out where the motel is and yell at Sam and Dean for not finding me, if they bothered to look. As I walk, the streets get busier and I get dirty looks from a lot of people. I walk past a large window of a building and see why; my clothes are ripped in places, I’m covered in dirt and a little blood, not to mention my hair looks like I brushed it with an eggbeater. I'll take a shower as soon as I get back.

Somehow I make it to the alley with the big fence and find my gun but no phone. I shove it in my jacket and walk back to the motel. I knock on the door of the room I’m sharing with the Winchester brothers and step back waiting for the door to open, arms crossed. Dean opens the door.

“Where have you been?!” he asks frantically.

“Thats a good question Dean,” I reply casually, pushing past him to walk into the room.

“What happened to you?” Sam asks looking at me up and down, seeing the mess that is me.

“I don't know, maybe last night when I was by myself I got attacked by the werewolf and he literally trapped me in a cage the whole night.”

“Why didn't you call us?!” Dean asks, as if I didn't think of that.

“Well, while I was running from him or when he tossed me over his shoulder I lost it, you must think i'm really stupid, why didn't you two try to find me?”

“We did, we found your gun and your hat-” Sam starts.

“We searched all night, we called a million times. At about 4 am we decided to come back here and look for anything that might have helped,” Dean finishes explaining.

“Did you find anything?” I ask.

“Well the first victim was the guy's girlfriend and she looked a little bit like you,” Sam states.

“Kelly…” I whisper to myself.

“Yeah, how'd you know?” Sam asks, confused.

I look up at Sam, Dean looking at me waiting for an answer. “Before he changed, he said I looked just like her but when I tried to walk away he changed and attacked me,” I explain.

“But you said he put you in a cage?” Dean asks.

“Yeah, he didn't hurt me, he just put me in the cage the whole time. He was pacing the room the whole time.” I respond.

“I think I know what's going on here,” Sam states, Dean and I look at him with curiosity.

“Well are you going to explain it to us?” Dean asks sarcastically.

“Amara looks like Kelly right? So when he saw her maybe the animal inside took control.”

“What?” I ask.

“When he saw you, it triggered something, he was supposed to kill you, but he didn't,” Sam finishes and Dean gets a look of realization, but I still don't get it.

“Looks like Wolfy has a crush on you, Sunshine,” Dean says and laughs.

“So he didn't kill me because…?”

“He was protecting you from himself is my guess,” Sam says and I just let out a long sigh.

“So I guess we know how to find him and end this,” I state, dreading what I know I have to do.

Later, I take Sam and Dean back to the kennel place the wolf--Hal is what Sam told me his name is-- took me to last night. We look through the building thoroughly and decided to wait for him to come, if he does come.

After about 2 hours of waiting we hear footsteps coming down the hall I escaped from this morning. The door opens and Hal sees me.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” He asks, panicked.

“I thought I’d pay you a visit.”

“You-you can't be here, you saw what happened, I-”

“Turned into a werewolf?”

“Yes...you need to leave, or it will come back, he's already trying to get out.”

I look at him with my eyes slightly squinted. “Why did you lock me up last night?”

“I was trying to stop it, I- he wants you, it's like he owns you, or at least that's what he thinks.”

“Stop calling it ‘him’, thats you.”

“No...no it's not, I try to keep it in but he just-he just takes control and-” And he starts breaking down in tears.

“Look, I need to end this before you kill more people, or take innocent girls in the middle of the night.”

“What do you mean?” he asks through his bawling.

I just pull my gun from my jacket and his whole mood changes.

“No-I won't let you-AGH- I WON'T LET YOU GET AWAY FROM ME AGAIN KELLY!” He shouts as he turns from human to wolf.

“GUYS!” I shout and the brothers come out from their hiding places and aim their guns at him as I do.

He charges towards me and the three of us shoot simultaneously. He dodges most of the bullets and once again grabs me as I shoot at him. I just can't get a break. Once again I'm thrown over his shoulder as he runs away. I look back at Sam and Dean running after the beast, they are not nearly as fast and I lose sight of them. I still have my gun and try shooting at the back of his feet, but it's hard because of all the movement. I don't want to waste the last bullets I have and decide to wait until the timing is better.

He ends up taking me to woods. All I see is trees in every direction. He sets me down and sniffs me. I seriously hate this. I get my gun out but he sees and scratches my hand and I scream in pain, he knocks the gun feet away and my right hand is covered in blood. The sound of a twig snapping makes him dart his head and he runs. I crawl to my gun, then get up. I take off in the opposite direction that he went and go as fast as I can, hoping that if I go straight I will eventually get out of the woods.

I hate werewolves so much now; maybe I hate them more than shapeshifters. Who am I kidding? Those things will be at the top of my list since what happened with Cameron.

I keep running and dodging trees but surprisingly I haven't found my way out. I stop to climb a tree and see if I can see city lights. I have a hard time- I'll admit I suck at climbing- but I manage to get pretty far up despite the clawed hand. I look and I've been running the wrong way this whole time, guess I have to take my chances with wolf buddy. I get down and go back the way I came. My right leg is starting to hurt from the healing stab wound. I slow down only a little bit and keep going.

I hear the shaking of leaves close by but keep going. Then I hear it; I hear the vicious growl of a werewolf. I turn my head and he pounces on me. My face hits the ground, snow getting in my mouth and eyes. He flips me over onto my back and pins my arms with his mutated paws. His saliva drips on me while I grit my teeth; once again this thing has me waiting for my demise. He barks-more like roars- in my face and I can feel my eyes watering and my chest becoming heavy. If I'm going to die I might as well admit to myself that I'm horrified. I rest my head back and try to look past the beast and at the stars.

Hot tears run down the sides of my cheeks and start to heave. I can feel it coming, a panic attack. The wolf doesn't do anything to me but keep me pinned so he can scare me. The tears start rolling out faster, breathing becomes harder and I start sweating profusely. I'm going to die and my last moments will be spent having a panic attack-great, exactly the way I don't want to go.

The werewolf starts growling and I can see what he's trying to do now, he's trying to bite me. I'd rather die than be a werewolf. I scream and cry as he licks his chops and puts his jaws closer to my skin.

“HEY FURBALL!” I hear someone shout, followed by a gunshot. It hits the thing, but not in a fatal spot. I hear him whimper and he gets off me fast enough that I don't hear another shot go off. Without his weight on me, I can feel my body moving much more from the panic. I stay on the ground, in the same position he had me pinned and keep crying, not able to move. I know I can't control it, so I don't try to. My vision is blurry and it's dark, but I can see someone standing above me, crouching down.

“Grayson, come on, he's gone,” I hear the person say, and realize its Dean. I try to respond but it comes out garbled and I can't even understand myself. Next thing I know he is putting his arms under my knee and arms, lifting me up.

“Put me down, I can walk myself,” I try to say but it sounds more like ‘Puh meown Ikin wall myself.’

“I can't understand you, just focus on calming down,” He replies and keeps walking.

He walks us out of the woods and I see his car, Sam standing there waiting. He looks at me like he's worried but I don't want him to see me like this and turn away, my face in Dean's jacket like a little kid.

He slides me in the back seat and drives. The panic attack is still strong; I can't help but think about how Grandpa would react to this. As he trained me this would happen a bit and he would make me finish the hunt on my own sometimes to try and teach me that staying calm is a big part of hunting, and the only way for me to learn was to make me do it alone so I would get over it. I was 10 when he started doing that.

The car stops and they get out, Dean comes to get me, but I push him away and get myself out. I can tell that I've sweat through my shirt and everytime I think about Grandpa it's like another wave hits me and the attack gets strong again right as I feel like it's going down.

The three of us walk into our shared motel room, Sam in front of me and Dean behind. I go to my bag to get clothes and walk to the bathroom without saying anything to them. I take a long shower and calm down to normal before the water gets cold. When I'm done getting dressed I brush my teeth and get the first aid kit out. My right hand has deep claw marks, but I don't need stitches.

I walk out Sam and Dean are watching tv on the couch. After hearing the door open, they both turn around to see me.

Dean turns off the tv, “We need a lot of sleep if we're going to catch this asshole soon.”

“Agreed,” I reply, “Where do you think they keep the extra blankets?”

“That closet maybe?” Sam suggests and points to the small closet by the entrance.

I go and there are in fact extra blankets and pillows. I grab them off the top shelf and start making my bed on the couch, since it doesn't look like a pull out.

“Hey, i’ll take the couch,” Sam volunteers.

“It's fine,” I say.

“Just take my bed.”

“Sam, I don't-” I start but he walks over and takes the blankets and pillow from me, “Fine. Thanks.”

He starts setting up the couch and I go get in the bed Dean isn't in. When done, Sam shuts off the lights and I try to sleep.

“GRAYSON RENEE REED! YOU ARE PATHETIC!” My grandfather shouts then slaps me, knocking me to the ground.

“I'm sorry!” I cry and rub my cheek. Then Mom and Dad walk in.

“I am disappointed to call you my daughter,” my mother states and kicks my lower stomach while I’m down.

“I never wanted you, I always knew there was something wrong with you,” my father adds.

My grandpa then pulls my hair to make me stand, “Even these two think you're horrible and they just met you.” Sam and Dean appear with disgusted looks on their faces.

“We just feel sorry for you. Why else would anyone ever voluntarily spend time with you?” Sam asks, his head turning to the side to put emphasis on confusion.

“You unstable bitch. You're lucky I don't kill you myself,” Dean states, aggression forming in his face.

“No- No I didn't, I can't control it, I-” I start but my grandfather slaps me to the ground again.  Cameron appears and looks down at me.

“I can't believe you actually thought I loved you, are you really that pathetic?” Cameron asks.

“I'm happy we died, so we don't have to see you screw up!” My mom yells and then I start crying. I can't feel the tears but I know they're there.

“I HATE YOU!” My father yells, then everyone joins in and more people appear to take turns Even that bastard Gordon appears along with faces of familiar hunters.

“STOP!” I screech.

I wake up from my dream sweaty with moist cheeks, I push the covers off of myself and look at the clock. Its nearly 3am. I get up out of the bed and walk outside. The motel has two stories and were on the second level. I walk out in only my shorts and a t-shirt despite the cold. The brisk air immediately cools me down.

“A little cold to be dressed like that don't you think?” I turn and see Mindy walking towards me.

“What do you want?”

“Just checking up on my favorite hunter,” she smirks.

“Stop following me, if you're going to kill me, just go ahead and try.”

“No. Remember our talk last week? I like to play, and you are very feisty,” she taunts.

“I asked you why you're here, now talk.”

“I'm just keeping an eye on you, seeing if you make any progress.”

“Progress? What the hell are you talking about?” I'm seriously confused.

“You don't know. Ha, they never told you,” she laughs and I glare at her, eyes are daggers, “I suggest you look up your family history, you're related to some powerful people.”

“So what? You've been killing my family because they are strong?”

“Trust me, just look up your family tree. You will not be disappointed,” she says and walks off. I don't understand, if she wants to kill me why is she telling me this?

I watch her drive out of the motel parking lot. I take a deep breath and realize I'm freezing. I try to open the door as quietly as possible. I see Dean sitting up in his bed looking right at me.

“You okay?” He asked groggily.

“Yeah, just getting some fresh air, go back to sleep,” I tell him and he shrugs and makes himself comfortable in his bed.

“I just want to finish this hunt and go home,” I state, loading my gun with silver bullets.

“Well it might take longer since we have to stay together,” Sam reasons.

“Where to first?” Dean asks.

“Lets try his house,” Sam replies.

“Screw looking for him, let's lure him to us.”

I can tell Sam doesn't like the idea, “that didn't work the first time, we should try-”

“Please Sam, we can let him follow my scent and take him off guard.”

“That actually doesn't sound too bad,” Dean says, wow he actually agrees with me.

“Fine, but we shouldn't go after him until it's almost dawn so we don't have to fight him too long,” Sam says, so we wait all night until its 6am. The plan is for me to walk ‘alone’ down the streets but Sam and Dean will be close enough to come help if something happens.

I walk down the empty street, my hands in my jacket pockets with my gun on the right side. It's cold enough for me to see my breath. I take a turn down an alley and lean against a wall, waiting. After a few minutes I check the street again, but see nothing. I turn to look deeper into the dark alley and see glowing eyes. I grab my gun from inside my pocket and click the bullet into place. The eyes emerge out of the shadow and I recognize the werewolf.

He stalks towards me, growling. I don't want to move suddenly and cause him to attack me or worse, take me and trap me in a freaking cage again. He gets nearly 10 feet away and I pulled out my hands and aim my gun; he hesitates, but then continues towards me.

“Look, if you leave me alone, I won't shoot you,” I lie but it doesn't make him stop. He starts circling me. It's the perfect opportunity to shoot, but it seems too perfect. What is he doing?

I push the thought to the side and shoot. He lays dead on the cement, bleeding out of his chest. That was too easy. After all the fighting, he just let me shoot him. Did he hold back or something? Did he see Kelly and hold back? I guess I’ll never know the answers.

The brothers give me a ride back to my grandpas cabin and I can't help but think about what's happened in the past 2 weeks: Gordon kidnapping me, the more frequent panic attacks, Mindy telling me she killed my family and then hinting to look up my family tree.

“So..” I start, getting Sam and Deans attention, “Are you guys going to tell me about the whole Gordon thing yet or?”

“You want the truth so bad, fine, go ahead and tell her Sammy,” Dean says not so friendly.

“Well, I-uh- sort of have these premonitions and there are other people like me around the country...long story short, because I'm a psychic, Gordon thinks I'm a monster and wants to kill me,” Sam explains, that is not what I expected.

“So he kidnapped me to lure you, so that he could kill you?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” Sam answers.

“Well, why would he do that if I barely know you guys?”

“He probably thought he could easily take you off your guard,” Dean interrupts.

“And how would he know when to take me off my guard if I’ve never met him before then?” I ask teasingly, “were you guys talking about me?”

They exchange glances. I raise my eyebrows, waiting.

“We met him and we were talking about good hunters we know,” Dean says under his breath.

“I'm sorry what?”

“When we met him we got into a conversation about hunters, and you happened to pop up because you are a hunter,” Dean repeats, I couldve swore the first time he said ‘good hunters’.

“So you think I’m good enough to tell other hunters about?” Man, this keeps getting better and better.

“I'll admit that when you took out that nest when we first met was pretty kickass.” Man, I guess Dean does have a heart after all.

They drop me off at the cabin and I wave as they drive away. Now I can look into the family tree like Mindy suggested. But where to start?

So that’s the end of Chapter three. There are some things I would want to change, but I decided to just edit it for mistakes and post it how it is and focus on writing newer chapters. If you read it, THANK YOU!! Please if you have any suggestions or questions let me know! I will probably post chapter four soon.

[waitinginthedarke]

Sometimes Rain Falls

A BTS Fanfiction

Type: AU/Alternative Universe

Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy… But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…

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Chapter 19

NAMJOON

‘I let you off the first time- don’t you DARE think I’ll give you a second chance-‘

‘Ha.Ha.Ha.Ha.haa-‘

He thrusts his brother’s neck back into the wall for a third time as he loses grip on his rage, cutting off the man’s maniacal laughing for a moment, but still getting a face full of his boxy grin as he smirks back at him, the way that all sense of normality had fled from his eyes causing the slightest hint of fear to crawl up Namjoon’s spine.

‘You need to stay away from both of them. I’ve been watching you long enough to know that for some unknown reason you’ve targeted her now- but you listen to me…You. Wont. Get. Her. Y/N isn’t yours. Do you understand?-‘

‘You know nothing.’ Taehyung hisses back at him,, the way he bears his teeth threateningly making the older prince react instinctively, growling animalistically as he lets go of his human façade and releases his wrath on the younger prince, snapping his teeth at him, daring him to disobey, and watching as his brother’s eyes widen momentarily, his face stripping back to barely contained surprise, before he fixes his eyes on him, and Namjoon sees the corruption stare back at him from the swirling black depths.

‘Im not going to stop until I’ve won, hyung. …so maybe you should prepare to fight me. Because for me…its succeed or die trying; I don’t play by father’s rules anymore….

…now let go of me. Before you make me do something I’ll regret.’

The power radiating from him was enough to make Namjoon let go of his younger brother, the confusion over just how helpless he was to save him from the evil that had consumed him, leaving him with little choice left, and so before he could even try to persuade him nicely, Taehyung is smirking once more.

‘Im surprised really…Hoseok seems to have cottoned on much quicker than you, hyung. You think this is some kind of game, that I want to ‘get’ her…to have her for myself…’

The breath seeps from Namjoon’s lungs as he watches the younger prince step close to him momentarily, the man tilting his head to the side as his eyes run over Namjoon’s face, and the way he was close enough to feel his breath as it rolls calmly from his mouth has the older prince tensing for battle.

But that’s before Taehyung’s final words.

‘Father wants us to become respectful leaders of the new age, to show that our nature is not to be feared…to join with the humans. ….but don’t you see, hyung? …I don’t want that. I don’t want the sunny days, the grand balls, and the happy families: I don’t want to have her, hyung….’ He murmurs, almost chuckling, suddenly leaning in to lick Namjoon’s cheek roughly, and the other prince jolts back in shock, frowning in complete fearful confusion, before witnessing the way his brother was smirking at him, his eyes consumed by black, framed by the red and purple bruising of his true nature which matched his high cheekbones, and his elongated fangs as they draw free of his lips only causes his smirk to become more terrifying, as he finally tells the older prince the reason behind his actions all along.

….I want to hunt her.’

With one last smirk, he’s gone.

‘Y/N. What happened? Beautiful, try and calm down. I don’t know what to do if you don’t tell-‘

‘He…H-He said I had to change. Tha-that I had to become one of you. Taehyung. I c-cant! I cant-‘

‘Okay, shhhh, Its okay, Y/N. Its okay, I understand.’

You claw at his shoulders as something to hold onto, feeling like you were losing your grip on reality as you bury your face in his neck, having yet to actually see where he’d taken you after you’d pretty much collapsed into his arms and he’d picked you up to take you to safety. It was fear that stopped you from letting go of him, the feel of his arms around you allowing you enough comfort in the sea of anger and hurt rolling through you that you almost felt sane; almost felt safe.

‘There’s no need to be scared, Beautiful… You wont have to turn into one of us. I promise.’ He murmurs in your ear, his voice so soft and quiet that you feel it pull on your mind, almost like it was gently caressing your thoughts, and coaxing you to look up at him, blinking your tears away so that you’re able to see him clearer.

His expression was full of concern, his lips turned down at the sides, and when you sniffle sadly whilst looking up at him, you feel him raise his hand to stroke the back of his fingers gently across your cheek, his eyes boring into your own, speckles of black spattering his irises, and you feel your panic subside a little as your vision is filled with the sight of him, everything else dulling to darkness around you both.

‘Tae, im scared.’ You breathe, swallowing back a quiet sob that wanted to bubble forth from your lips as you see him smile sadly at you, nodding in acknowledgement, before suddenly, yet very gently, trailing his thumb over your lower lip, his eyes tracking the movement diligently as he gauges your reaction to him.

‘Its natural for you to be scared, Beautiful. Hoseok attacked you. …Why would you ever want to become something capable of hurting someone the way he hurt you?…’

Despite knowing without a shadow of a doubt before you turned up at the ball that evening that Hoseok hadn’t attacked you the night before, that there was no way he would have with the lacking of evidence from your body’s reaction to what had happened,…as you stared into Taehyung’s darkening eyes then, and as he gently stroked your cheek in comfort, you began to wonder whether what you thought had simply been a nightmare…was actually real.

‘But he said I didn’t have a choice.’ You whisper, reaching up subconsciously to hold his hand against your cheek and finding yourself getting side tracked by the gentle kiss he presses to your forehead, the feeling of his lips against your skin causing your heart to race a little, thinking in the moment it had been because of your betraying want for him…

…later you’d find out it was the natural instinct of prey…

‘Where are we?’ you ask him as a way to distract yourself from the situation, your brain still scared and upset about the situation with Hoseok, but your heart very much pinned on the man before you as he comforted you.

Its as you sit up and turn your head to look around you, taking in where you were, that a sense of unease begins to grow on you.

‘Oh…it’s the hide.’

The sight of the dark, cave-like room, walls lined with bookshelves, and the space filled with antique furniture and rugs, incited a feeling of insecurity in you, the connotations of what the space was for causing you to shuffle closer to Taehyung as he spoke.

‘Sorry…I didn’t know where else to take you that would be private. I figured since they knew you didn’t like it down here, that they wouldn’t think to look.’ He murmurs quietly, his hands having dropped from your shoulders to your waist, and squeezing gently, yet almost impatiently, the feeling at first appearing as though he was trying to keep you calm, before it becomes too tight to be soothing.

‘Oh…That’s-..thats quite clever.’ You mutter off-handedly, feeling the pinpricks run over your skin as you think back to the first time you’d seen the inside of the room, and the startling sight of your Prince in his true form.

‘Y/N…would you like to leave? We can go somewhere else if you’d prefer-‘

‘Can we?’ you whisper desperately, not realizing the tone you’d taken on until you turn to look at him and see the pitiful expression he was shooting you, his whole face seeming to be drooping sadly.

‘Sorry, I-‘

‘I know somewhere we can go. I think you’ll appreciate it more than this place.’ He murmurs, shooting you a warm smile to reassure you, before standing from the leather sofa you’d been sat on and slipping his hand into yours to pull you up with him, running his thumb over your knuckles, before leaning over to kiss your temple and lingering.

‘I don’t want you to be scared, Y/N. Not when there’s nothing to truly be afraid of.’ He whispers, his skin brushing yours as he tilts his head gently to catch your eye, inspecting the fear filled expression on your face and cradling your jaw with his free hand as he watches you, eyes beginning to swirl with black.

‘You haven’t experienced true fear…yet…’

‘Where is he?! Where the HELL did he take her?!’

‘Hoseok, you need to calm down. We wont find her quicker with you continuing to shout like that!’ Yoongi murmurs where he had come to stand beside his brother, attempting to pat him comfortingly on the shoulder, only for the other Prince to shake him off angrily, continuing to pace the space beside the water fountain like he’d been doing for the past 10 minutes.

The minute the princes had clocked on to something being wrong, the guests had immediately been excavated from the party, no explanation being given other than an ‘emergency situation’ that required everyone to leave. Jin tried to argue that removing everyone would simply cause Taehyung to speed up whatever plan he had, but Namjoon knew better; he knew that Taehyung would stick to his guns and attempt to execute whatever plan he had perfectly, it was in his nature, it was how he worked. And Namjoon’s supposed knowledge of the prince had been how they’d ended up there; stood around the water fountain after they’d all searched every inch of the castle and surrounding grounds, and had found nothing.

‘I’ve checked every single place in this castle where she could possibly be, I CANT FIND HER! What if he kills her? What if he kills her before I make it to her?! I cant- I have to find her, Namjoon!’ Hoseok shouts, his face crumpled in anger and barely restrained devastation, the look contorted by his darkened eyes and high cheekbones where he’d become worked up, being an odd sight for the other Princes, but the fury in his voice refuses them the ability to comment.

‘Hoseok! Stop!’ Namjoon shouts at him, zipping over to him and forcing him to stay in place as he holds his shoulders harshly, his eyes boring into his as he demands for him to listen.

‘He’s gotten away with this before. But that was with his own princess…none of us could have known what was going on then-‘

‘Exactly-‘

‘No! Its different now, Brother. We know what we’re dealing with, and more importantly, we know Y/N.-‘

‘But do we really know Tae?’

Jimin’s quiet voice piping up from where he was sat on the edge of the fountain distracts Hoseok from the Prince in front of him, the ambiguous question causing his mind to spin as he relays every memory of Taehyung that he had, from the minute he was born to that moment, the memories of him from the past 3 months after their father had revealed his plan for the Princes to lead the humans into the new era, showing up in stark contrast to everything before them.

‘He’s our brother. Of course we-‘

‘He’s right.’ Hoseok says quietly, cutting Yoongi off as he goes to snap at his younger brother and staring over at Jimin as the younger man raises his head to look up at him, sporting a sad, and concerned, expression.

‘What-‘

‘Ever since father revealed his intentions to make us cohabit with the humans, to curb our nature where its so attuned to hunting and slaughter, Taehyung has changed. …I knew he didn’t approve of the whole Princess situation- I don’t think he’s ever been interested in having a partner, or even in the act of love…but I don’t think any of us realized what lengths he’d go to in his want to stop Father’s plans…’

‘Earlier-…’

Hoseok snaps his gaze to Namjoon in front of him when he feels the other Prince’s grip loosen on him and he watches him as he turns to begin pacing the room, dragging his hand harshly through his hair as he appears to think, but after a minute Hoseok’s patience rapidly began to run out.

‘What? What happened!?’ he demands.

‘He said that you were right, Hoseok. I threatened him: I told him he needed to stop, but he said-‘

‘What did he say, Namjoon!?-‘

‘He’s hunting her. This isn’t about keeping her for himself…

…he wants to prove a point to father, he wants to prove that killing is in our nature…

…He’s not going to stop until he’s hunted her.’

Hoseok’s heart clenches in his chest as the words are spoken allowed, the words he knew all too well that were true, but that scared him so much that he’d refused to acknowledge them all this time. However the fear that is injected into his veins as a result causes his brain to work faster, all thoughts tuned on finding her and saving her, and its just as Jin asks the question, that the answer to where she could be- the only place he hadn’t checked- comes to him…

You swallow thickly as Taehyung guides you back down the darkened corridor, the dank walls smelling like sodden leaves and undergrowth, with a musky tinge of metallic stone, and you grip tighter to his hand as you close your eyes and let him drag you toward the exit, feeling him turn to walk down a side corridor at one point and panicking when you don’t remember him doing so last time he’d brought you down there.

‘Tae, where are we going?’ you ask in a whisper, reaching your other hand forward to bunch in the back of his shirt, and continuing to stumble after him as he answers, still refusing to open your eyes.

‘Its okay, Y/N. I’m just taking a shortcut, it’ll take us outside.’ He explains, a lightness to his tone helping you to relax in its surety and the realization that you were heading outside helps a weight to lift from your chest as you anticipate being able to breathe in the cool night air.

Its just as you hear your foot make an impact on what you presumed was soil, that you have the odd revelation that the stone corridor you’d been walking down before had been oddly silent: no sound of your scared breaths, and no echoes of your feet against the stone floor. 

The thought agitates you enough that you end up opening your eyes, but before you could say anything about it to Taehyung, the unease that had been crawling over your skin having spread to rattle up your spine, you see where you are.

It was the Fountain.

‘How-‘

‘The corridors beneath the castle have many exits, I just figured it might make you feel better to be somewhere familiar, where you can breathe in cool air.’ He explains, the softness of his voice drawing your attention to him, to see him having turned towards you, watching you worriedly as he waits for you to respond, the innocence embedded in every crease of his face evoking a timid smile from you as your want to reassure him over-rides your unease.

‘It does. Thank you.’

You let go of his hand then, gently slipping your fingers from his as you walk over to the fountain, glancing out the corner of your eye at the way you’d come from and feeling your stomach drop a little when all you see is the stone wall of the castle, before seeing what looked like a pathway appear between some bushes a little further away and relaxing as you assume the corridor was hidden behind them. 

Staring down into the clear blue water of the fountain, you couldn’t help but have flashbacks to the night of Taehyung’s princess, especially with the sheer amount of adrenaline still infiltrating your veins. You remember him showing you the vision of it before Hoseok had rewound time, but somehow, as you stared at the fountain then, you realized something felt out of place with the events as they’d happened, and before you can even think to stop yourself, you’re turning back toward Taehyung to see him watching you closely, and your fear forces the all important question from your lips once more.

‘What happened the night she died?’

For a minute he simply watches you, the lack of response from him sending a red flag up in your brain as muted voices shout at you from within your mind, but despite them having been screaming since you’d found yourself with Taehyung in the hide, you still couldn’t quite hear them. His expression wavers uneasily between upset and calculating, the slight tick in his eyebrow as he looks over at you making you clench your fists at your side as a tingling of fear begins to build within you, but without understanding whether it was a fear for potentially having upset him, or whether it was a fear over what he was going to say, you quickly go to change the topic.

‘I’m sorry, I-‘

‘I left her to speak with Namjoon at the party, whilst I went to get her a drink. …Everyone seemed jolly that night, but that morning had been a different story. My father had told me that I had to change her that night since I’d already confessed what I was to her:…what we are.’ He murmurs, his eyes glazing over a little as he thinks back, and you nod for him to go on, biting the inside of your cheek as you relax with his openness to explain to you what had happened.

You should have known it was too good to be true.

‘When I went back she wasn’t with Namjoon and I got worried that she’d ran off. I ended up finding her by the fountain…she looked scared.’

The way his face falls has your heart sinking for him, the image of Namjoon out by the fountain that night, coupled with hearing that he was the last one to talk to her properly, causing sympathy to bloom in your chest for the man before you- but that was before you remembered the happy smile she’d looked at Tae with in the memory he’d shown you, the image conflicting with his last words.

‘What happened when you found her by the fountain?’ you ask, your voice coming out a lot more confident than you felt in that moment, the chilled night air coming in to curl around your bones, and you inspect his face, seeing his expression flatten out into blank impassivity as he looks back at you-

And that’s when you made the realization.

Because ever since you’d come to stand beside the fountain, ever since you’d stared into the depths of the water, wanting to admire its beauty and calm, you’d felt something was off; your mind not sure if it was simply a by-product of what Hoseok had said earlier, or if your instincts were reacting to something around you, some looming threat that you hadn’t quite clocked.

But its as you were staring at his face, not quite meeting his eyes where you felt mildly embarrassed as he told his story, that you realized that the lighting was wrong.

With the way the lanterns around the fountains gardens were illuminating the space and bouncing off of the water, there should have been a projection of the gentle waves in the fountain pool on his face, flickers of white and warm blues should have been lapping against his light bronze skin as he stood beside the stone basin a few feet away from you.

But instead his face was cast in a clear pale light; no sign of the water’s reflection on him at all, the shadows of his bangs seeming to indicate that the light came from above, although even then, there was still an unearthly glow to his features as though they were glowing from within, making him stand out among his surroundings.

And its just as you made this realization, that everything; the fountain, the gardens, the castle, everything around you… began to disappear.

You don’t notice the tightening of his eyes as he watches the understanding dawn on your face as you peer around, drawing in a startled breath when the fountain is suddenly replaced by a collapsed tree that was covered in invading moss, wild plants and mushrooms, the hedge that usually lined the perimeter of the space melting away to reveal the endless amount of trees which filled the forest that consumed the land 3 miles deep into the castle gardens, the dark depths that whispered out from beyond causing you to stumble back in fear as words escape you.

‘It wasn’t real…-‘

‘No. No…. it wasn’t.’ he mutters, his tone almost sounding regretful as he speaks the words, but when you turn your head to find him, you see him stood with a pleased smirk on his face as he looks around him, raising his face to the moonlight streaming down through the trees and breathing deeply in satisfaction.

‘I don’t understand-‘

‘Oh, Y/N. Believe me, when I tell you, you were a lot more fun than she was. She-…I cant even remember her name, you know.’ He comments off-handedly, raising his eyebrows momentarily to himself, before peering back at you and snorting when he catches sight of the way you were trembling as you subconsciously wrapped your arms around yourself.

‘The moment she found out what I was: what we are, she begged me to change her; to let her be as strong, and powerful as we are…just like Hoseok- or, should i say, like I- begged you to become one of us earlier. …but, as im sure my brothers are aware by now…that’s just not what I want….-‘

‘-so, obviously she had to go.’

Your mind scrambled to understand what he was saying as you took a step backwards, the backs of your knees making contact with a second fallen tree, and you find yourself collapsing back onto it, hands flying out to the sides to stop you as you keep watching the man in front of you, too scared to look away when you didn’t know what would happen.

Because as you were beginning to realize, everything you thought you knew…everything you thought was true…had all been a lie.

Hoseok had never asked you to become one of them. He never would. 

Because it had been Taehyung.

It had been Taehyung in the ballroom…and it had been Taehyung on the night his princess died.

‘What about Namjoon?’ you ask on a whisper, the mention of his brother’s name causing the corner of Taehyung’s mouth to tighten in an angry smirk, before he snorts and shakes his head at you with pity, peering up at you from beneath his brows as his arms hang heavily at his sides in anticipation.

‘I think that was the bit I had most fun with-…before last night of course-

-After I heard you’d witnessed Namjoon out by the fountain that night, I couldn’t resist using it to my advantage, playing on every moment you spent with him to make you fear him almost obsessively. Because the more you believed he was the bad guy…the more you’d think I was the good one…

…the more you’d grow attached to me.’

You’re forced to swallow down the rising fear in your throat as you hear him physically say the words, the puzzle pieces that Hoseok had already tried to prove to you fit together the night before, only finally sliding together when the truth came from the man before you, …the man you’d believed to be the only other person you could truly trust.

Whilst he smirks at your thoughts as they pass over your face, expression growing more and more afraid as you shake your head in denial of the truth, desperately pleading for it to be a lie, you realize the one thing that would allow you to accept it, would be if you received the answer to the question you’d continued to ask all along, which he’d been about to give you the real answer to earlier, before you’d recognized the false world around you for what it had been, before it had melted away from your vision to reveal the bowls of the forest…

…where you were now trapped.

‘What happened to your Princess?’ you ask, voice trembling as it escaped you with your desperate question, and the sound only helps to widen the smirk on the man’s face before you, the skin around his eyes slowly beginning to bloom with bruised purples and reds.

‘I bit her…; I drained her of every ounce of blood in her body just like she wanted me too…although, I kind of forgot to give her some of mine back: but then I never really promised to do that-‘

‘What-‘ you breathe, heart beating unbearably fast in your chest as you try to process what he was saying, fear thrumming through your body when he takes a subtle step towards you, smirking at your reaction when you scramble to stand the opposite side of the tree you’d been resting on, the tension between you both hanging by a wire that you could feel threatening to snap.

‘That’s right, Y/N. Whilst you slept, I fed from her like an animal dying of thirst, I felt her life force slip from between my fingers, and then I dumped her in the fountain for my brother to find. …but do you want to know what I said to her before that? And unlike her, maybe you should take my advice this time...’ He says, cheekbones rising instantly as his eyes flash to black, fangs sliding past his lips as he smirks, and the expression forces terror to tense your muscles ready to escape…

…which, as it turns out, was exactly what he wanted.

‘…I told her to Run…’

(T.B.C)

[lovemesomesurveys]

5,000 question survey series--part thirty-six

3401. How well can you read between the lines when others are talking? I don’t know. I feel like I’m pretty good at reading people and picking up on what they’re saying.

3402. Would you ever speak in front of your peers about peace and social injustice? I don’t want to speak in front of people about anything.

3403. Where does peace begin? With yourself.

3404. Does Aamerica practice the ideals it preaches? Like any of us, we don’t always practice what we preach. We have our issues as a country for sure.

If yes when and where?

If not, why not?

3405. In conversations do you assume that you know what will be said? It doesn’t usually go how I think it might.

If yes, isn't this a form of closing yourself off to new ideas? Like it said, it doesn’t usually go how I think it will. I don’t like follow or a script or anything. Conversations veer off in all kinds of directions.

3406. In what ways are you closed minded? I think I’m generally pretty open minded about a lot of things.

3407. do you prefer beans or rice? Beans and Mexican rice are good.

3408. who's a better tv dad?--dr. huxtable (bill cosby) or danny tanner? Bill Cosby is disgusting.

3409. detroit or new york? New York.

3410. What's your favourite Star Wars movie? All of ‘em.

3411. What's your favourite Star Trek movie? I don’t like Star Trek.

3412. How about Batman? Batman v Superman and the Justice League movies.

Indiana Jones? I’ve never watched them.

Lord of the rings? I never could get into those.

harry potter? Prisoner of Azkaban.

star wars? You asked this already.

3413. If you could ask one question and one question only to the following people, what would that question be:

Saddam Hussain?

George W Bush?

John Lennon?

an alien?

God?

Someone you knew who has died?

Steven Speilberg?

JD Salinger?

3414. Have you seen AI (artificial intelligence)? No.

If yes, what were the beings at the end of the movie?

Do you see this as a possible future for humanity?

What'd you think in general?

3415. If a-l-k-a-s-e-l-t-z-e-r spells 'relief' how do you spell:

love? G-O-D.

happiness? D-O-G-S.

evil? S-A-T-A-N.

sexyness? A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R   S-K-A-R-S-G-A-R-D

yummy? C-O-F-F-E-E

3416. Have you ever been to a Braodway show? Yes.

What one? Phantom of the Opera.

3417. Nighttime shows or matines (sp?)? Whichever.

3418. How are your family get-togethers, loud and rambunctios or quiet and formal? Maybe a bit loud, but not too wild. We have a good time.

3419. Would you be able to survive shippwrecked alone on a desert island? No.

3420. Speaking of islands, does Gilligan EVER get off his? Does he? I don’t know how it ends.

3421. What movie has the BEST soundtrack? There’s a few.

3422. Do you ever go into chat rooms? No, not since like the early 2000s.

If yes, what ones? I went into kid and teen chats.

3423. Is english your first language? Yes.

If not...How you say hello in your language:

another word in your language + english translation:

boob in your language:

3424. Make up a religion (make it up): No.

what would it believe:

3425. Create your own country-

Name of country: Sleepyland.

Ethnic background: It would be a diverse country.

Language (make it up): Zees. lol you know, like Zzz.

Other details:

3426. How would you celebrate these holidays?

Dogs in Politics day: Promote adopt not shop and banning puppy mills.

Magic circles day: Be bald and free day: National mole day: Skin cancer awareness and encouraging people to check for any suspicious moles.

Syliva plath day: Read her poetry.

Increase your psychic powers day: I don’t believe in psychics.

Waiting for the barbarians day:

Air day:

3427. -Why do you think Steve got kicked off Blue's Clues: He didn’t get kicked off, he left because he had cancer.

3428. Hooked on heroin or hooked on phonics? Uh, phonics.

3429. -Have you ever taken an insanity quiz and said, "Hay, thats a good idea!" No.

3430. - Have you ever covered yourself in blood and layed down on the side of the road to make it look like you were in an accident? Um, no.

You don't know what you're missing. Wtf.

3431. Can you flare your nostrils? Sure.

3432. -do you want to swim in a vast lake of gatorade? or, any other beverage for that matter? No thanks.

3433. -have you ever sneezed at the same time everyday, consecutively, for over 3 months? No, omg. That would be awful.

3434. -how did the first person discover that pigs feet would be so good that we call them a delicacy? I don’t know.

3435. -why did the first person to ever eat pigs feet eat them? You’d have to go back in time and ask them.

3436. -do you like the idea of 'like father, like son'? Sure? Unless the father is horrible or something.

3437. Put the following musical acts in order from best to worst by numbering them..(1 for best, 2 for 2nd best, etc... 20 for worst).

Avril:

Ashanti:

Joan Jett:

David Bowie:

the Bee Gees:

The Doors:

Tool:

DMX:

Iggy Pop:

Creed:

Weezer:

Ministry:

Thursday:

Kittie:

Adam Ant:

Rancid:

the Clash:

Led Zeppelin:

Moby:

Tom Waites:

3438. Would you rather be an evil dictator or a sitcom family member? What in the world kind of comparison is this? I would be a sitcom family member.

3439. What is the wave of the future? What.

3440. What's your favorite old movie (before 1990)? Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.

3441. When someone tells you that their signifigant other lives REally Far Away..do you ever suspect that they are single and making someone up? Lol not usually, but it would depend on the person.

3442. Alaska or Hawaaii? Oooh. I’d love to visit both.

3443. Why did Kentucky Fried Chicken change their name to KFC? Convenience?

3444. What is there no place to hide from? Your mind.

3445. Which makes you happier, giving presents or getting them? I love giving presents.

3446. What can you never have just one of? Cup of coffee.

3447. What comes to mind when you think of Hulk Hogan? Wrestling.

3448. What would you be the patron saint of? I’m not a saint.

3449. Do you still look at the world with wonder like you did when you were a kid? No. Kids are so curious and easily excitable about everything. I admire that.

3450. For 5 seconds clear your mind. Good. Now write the first thing that you can think of!: Sleep. ha.

3451. When was the last time you ate too much? I don’t know. I used to be such a foodie, but over these past 3 years my issue has become not eating enough.

3452. Describe the sexiest person you can imagine: Alexander Skarsgard. Google him.

3453. What have you seen that's...bizzare? I’ve said that about things, but I can’t think of an example right now.

3454. Are there any stores or brands or products that yoou boycott? Yeah.

3455. Do you want things to REALLY get out of control? No thank you.

3456. Are you too tense? I am.

3457. Where would you be without love and bubblegum? Uhh.

3458. Why aren't comic books popular anymore? For some people it is.

3459. Think of one friend (who?): My dog.

When is the last time you saw each other? Like 30 minutes ago.

Do they smoke? No.

Do they believe in God? Dogs don’t have that kind of awareness.

When you first saw this friend what was your impression? Omg she was so small and cute, but she was really shy and nervous poor thing. When we asked the worker at the shelter if we could pet her, she like slowly crawled out. She wouldn’t stand up and at first we thought she couldn’t. Even for treats she’d just stretch her body to reach them, but wouldn’t get up. You’d never know that now because she’s very goofy, hyper, and playful and goes wild for treats. She takes her Princess name very seriously, too. She can be so demanding when she wants to go on a walk or wants a treat.

Their age? 2.

The top five things you think they think about? Treats. Toys. Playing. Sleep. The boy dogs next door. ha.

3460. Do you say what you mean? I tend to hold back a lot.

Do you mean what you say? Not always. I downplay things a lot, too.

3461. Could you eat meat if you had to hunt it yourself? Eeeek I really don’t think I could. Unless perhaps I was in a situation where I had to and survival instincts kicked in.

3462. Order from greatest to least importance: spirituality, creativity, intellect, great body, open-mindedness, magicalness, great dancer, interesting dresser, wit and cleverness, niceness, stability

3463. Complete the sentence.

When a problem comes along You must: Whip it.

3464. Pick the two most important attributes for food-- fast, cheap, tastey, healthy Tasty and healthy. Though let’s be real for me it’s fast and tasty.

3465. What do you think is the best metaphor for romantic relationships? (e.g. a car wreck, a cruise): I don’t know.

3466. Kittens or no kittens, that is the question. They are quite adorable.

3467. Is gaining 15 lbs in a night possible? That would be very concerning and should definitely be checked out.

3468. Do you get emotional watching movies? Rarely. And if I do, I’ll feel sad and maybe tear up a bit, but I’m not a crier during movies. That’s very rare.

3469. What amkes you feel nostalgic? A lot of things.

3470. Do you feel like you've been misplaced? No.

3471. Have you ever fought someone, just for fun? No. I don’t fight people at all. That’s concerning if you go around fighting people because you find it fun.

3472. What gives you an adrenaline rush? I haven’t felt that in a long time.

3473. What would you do if you loved someone more than anything else, and you could never have them? I know how it feels to be in love with someone who doesn’t feel the same and, well, it sucks to say the least.

3474. Rank these events in order of best/most exciting to boring:

drinking and dancing to your favorite music at a club:

taking a walk in the woods and a bath in a stream:

having great sex:

winning the lottery (one mil):

getting followed home by a stray animal:

meeting someone interesting to talk to:

seeing your favorite band in concert:

seeeing aa broadway show:

halloween:

3475. Can you keep a secret? Yes.

3476. Where is the tenderness? I don’t know, but I like that song.

3477. What's one song you REALLY like from the:

30's?

40's?

50's?

60's?

70's?

80's?

90's?

00's?

3478. Would you rather have a video phone, an electric scooter, or a digital camera? Well, all cell phones now take videos and pictures so I could say video phone and it would cover the digital camera, too.

3479. If a ban on all violent video games was put into effect, would you be outraged by this decision? No.

3480. In your opinion, is violence in society inescapable? Yes.

Why or why not?

3481. Have you ever mimicked a violent “action” from a video game you’ve played towards another person, whether it was to harm or just for play? Nah.

3482. Do you believe the violent content in video games influences aggressive and/or violent behavior in younger children? It can for some people.

3483. What makes life a bitter sweet symphony? “It’s a bittersweet symphony, this life.”

3484. Name four things that aare AWESOME:

3485. What's the most creative/funny answer you can come up with for this question: What are you doing? I got nothin’. I’m literally just doing this and snacking on cheesy tots from Burger King.

3486. Can you imagine this world going on without you? It would get along just fine.

3487. Are you the only person who really exists? No...

3488. Is everyone else a figment of your imagination? No.

3489. Or are YOU a figment of my imagination? Blah.

3490. Can you prove you exist? Hi, here I am.

How?

3491. What do you HAve to get off your chest? Nothing.

3492. If you cheated on someone would you confess to them? I believe I would.

3493. Is it true that at least 5 people in this world love you so much they would die for you? Maybe 3.

Who? My mom, dad, and my younger brother.

3494. Are you in therapy? No, but I definitely should be.

3495. Do you go shopping on black friday? Online.

3496. What is the bane of your existance? fjlksfkdsfls

3497. Better movie: Weird Science or Caddy Shack? Neither one interests me.

3498. Who's the big winner?

3499. What are the 3 funniest:

music videos?

Movies?

songs?

3500. Guess what? Chicken butt.

[spngirl11]

The mysterious girl: Chapter 1- The Hunt

Summary: Sam and Dean finally find a possible hunt after weeks of no leads.On the hunt which seems to be leading no where, they discover something big.

Warnings: swearing I think thats it

Authors note: Its my first time writing anything so dont judge me please! but if you do have comments or suggestions feel free to message me :) Enjoy!

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Dean walked into the kitchen where Sam sat at the table on his computer eating breakfast.

“Find anything good?” Dean said still sleepy.

“Actually yeah, I think I found a case about an hour and a half away” Sam replied turning the laptop so Dean could see what was on the screen. The screen showed a news article from the  Lincoln times with the bolded headline saying  ‘6th disappearance in a week causes panic in Overbrook’ this peeked Dean interested. He sat down at table and read the article in front of him.

The small town of Overbrook, Nebraska, town of  600, is brought together through fear as the 6th person this week has gone MIA, at first the police thought it was just a coincidence but now no one seems sure of anything. Sherrif James Casey reports: “Theres no way of knowing if any of these cases are related but we urge the population of Overbrook and its surrounding areas to not panic but to stay cautious as the police are doing the best they can to find the missing people.” So far the missing people list includes Harley Foster, Caleb Dockport, Joseph Lachance, Sarah Casey, Kaylie Halloway and lastly her father Allan Halloway who was said to be missing since yesterday, July 16th at 5 pm. If anyone was any information on…..

 “Definitely sounds like a case.” Dean said looking at Sam with eager eyes. They hadn’t been able to find any cases in over two weeks and he definitely needed to let off some steam. “Lets go!” Dean got up and darted to get his things.

“Yeah let me finish breakfast first” Sam resistingly followed along even though he had started to like this slight vacation.

 _

Less than an hour later Sam and Dean were in the Impala Driving down the Hwy to Nebraska. “Where even is this place?” Dean asked.

“Absolute middle of no where, and it seems like literally nothing ever happens there according to the internet, the only news about this place in the past month has been about a farmer whose cow gave birth to twins, and well the disappearance are a huge deal.” Sam replied.

“What do we know about the missing people?”

 “Not much yet, they don’t really seem to be related other than the last one being the father of that one girl. They’re all just random people, it seems to have all started by Harley Foster a 30 year corner store owner who disappear 6 days ago, then someone has been taken every night since. Could be anything really, a shifter, vamp, werewolf who knows…“

“Well we better get to the bottom of this before anything else happens.” Dean said as he shared a look with his brother.

_

 When they arrived to Overbrook not to long after, they first went to the police station, then the corner store owned by the first victim, followed by meeting all of the victims immediate family. Finally they were still left confused, there were no paranormal or supernatural signs at any of the victims location nor any witnesses whatsoever. Whatever was doing this was good. Finally, while at the last two victims house they met the little brother/son, Tobby, who couldn’t have been more than 9 years old, who definitely knew more than he let on.

 “Hey kid are you sure you don’t know anything? Really any little bit of information no matter how small or no matter how weird would help.” Sam questioned the little boy prying for any info that would help. Tobby shaked his head no, and hesitated before adding “ but… uh.. well we moved here about a month ago and ever since then things have been different I guess…”

 “Different how?” Dean demanded.

 “Well, daddy and Kaylie actually started to be nice to each other which was a good thing, and then Kaylie disappeared, and daddy just… he just he was acting different, like really weird and sad and stuff… and oh compasses don’t work here, is that the kind of weird you want?” Tobby asked wanting to get the agents approval.

 “Compassed don’t work? Can you show us what you mean.” Sam said looking at Dean confused. Tobby got up and lead the boys up to his room where the walls were decorated in everything army, pictures of Tobby as a boyscout . Tobby opened his drawer and took out a compass, he handed it to Dean and said “North is that way” pointing to the window. Dean looked down at the compass which showed North being in the direction of the other corner near the door. “And its not just this one, its all of them, the locals don’t seem to care cause its been like this for ever, but idk its weird right?” Tobby added. Dean and Sam looked at each other, neither of them knew what it meant but they knew it was something they needed to figure out.

 “Can we take this with us Tobby?”

 “Yeah sure, its not like its any good”

_

 Sam and Dean decided to follow the compass, it had brought into the middle of the middle of no where. They were off the main road leading to Overbrook in the forest which led them to this little mountain. “Dean, I don’t know about this anymore, maybe theres just something wrong with the magnetic currents here or something.” Sam conceeded starting to be tired and hungry.

“K’mon we gotta be close to something, I can feel it” Dean assured. They kept walking another few minutes until they got to a big rocky whole, which must be the entrance to a cave of some sorts. *

“I guess we’re going down there…” Dean hesitated. “I mean it looks pretty promising” Sam stated looking at his brother before making sure his gun was ready for immediate use in case of emergency. They both hesitated before finally walking into the dark cave, both with there flashlights on and Sam with his gun out they crawled through a smaller section to get to an enormous section where the celling was so high that even the gigantor Sam couldn’t reach.

“Wow” They both exclaimed as they started to explore separately the area which was bigger than the main area of their bunker. Sam was looking at the marvellous rock walls while walking to the center of the area while Dean tried to see where the compass was leading but the compass was spinning showing no real direction. Dean snapped out of his confused went he heard a load collapsing sound, he looked up at his brother who had fallen flat on his face.

“Dude..” Dean said laughing his ass off. “Did you just trip over yourself again?” he continued laughing. Sam didn’t think it was so funny as he got up and brushed himself off slightly confused on how we had ended up on the ground. He carefully looked at the area on the ground were he has tripped and saw nothing but he was sure he felt something earlier as he fell.

“What?” Dean questioned seeing Sam was truly confused and concerned. Sam continued looking at the ground and decided to check it thoroughly with his feet slidding them cautiously so we wouldn’t trip again. His right foot bumped into something hard but not quite as hard a a rock, but he couldn’t see anything. He looked up to give a look of uncertainty to his older brother who proceeded to move closer also very cautiously. Sam bent down to feel whatever invisible thing he had just discovered. His hands moved along the surface of what looked like absolutely nothing but felt like something until he finally realised what the hell he tripped over.

  “It’s a body!” he gasped.

[izzy-b-hands]

Prompt: Ghost

Not about the band, though I did consider that crossover! 

Anyway, this is the first of my ‘holy shit Halloween is almost here’ fics that I’m doing. Not sure exactly how many or at what intervals, but whatever I’m able to get written I’ll be posting here! 

A quick summary type thing: After Charles’s death, Pickles starts seeing him. Which can’t be possible, because they buried him. Or, they buried something in that casket. So what’s one to do when your bandmates start seeing your old manager too?

Pickles wasn’t going to be the first person to bring it up. He wasn’t. 

Because, he wasn’t sure that he wasn’t the only one seeing him.

Charles. Walking around Mordhaus at night like nothing was wrong. 

Except that in itself was incredibly wrong. Charles was dead, had been for eight months. He couldn’t be anywhere else but in the ground. 

Pickles had made up his mind to stay quiet about it. They were making their lives a mess well enough without adding in...whatever he was seeing. 

Then came a random Tuesday night. 

“Lets me in!” Skwisgaar was screaming. It was three in the morning, and there were no groupies staying over, so what reason did he have to scream?

“Fuckin’ okay, just shut up,” Pickles grumbled as he dragged himself out of bed to the door. 

Skwisgaar fell in, crawling across the floor and shaking. “He ams out there, Pickle. He shouldn’t be, he can’ts be--” 

“Who? Who is out there?” Pickles said, peering out into the dark hall. He didn’t see anything, but just because he couldn’t see anything didn’t mean there wasn’t something there.

“Charles,” Skwisgaar whispered. “It can’ts be him though. But--” 

Pickles held up a hand to cut him off. “I’ve seen him too.” 

Skwisgaar looked equal parts scared and pissed. “For how longs? Whys haven’ts you said anythings?”

Pickles shrugged. “Awhile. Just a night. I didn’t say...look, would you have believed me if I’d said anything?” 

Skwisgaar’s breathing was slowly evening back out, and he sighed. “Nos. I probably would nots have. I woulds have thoughts the drugs or booze might haves--” 

Pickles wanted to head that off right away, and he’d known it was coming. “I’ve been staying sober each night since I saw him. Fucked up by day, sober and miserable by 8 PM.” 

“Holy shit,” Skwisgaar breathed. “Then wes ams losing our minds.” 

“Maybe. Maybe not though, I mean. He could be a...I don’t wanna say it,” Pickles said. 

“I don’ts wants to says it either,” Skwisgaar mumbled. 

“You guys ams loud,” Toki said, and they both jumped to see him in the doorway, Deady Bear tucked under an arm.

“Yous guys thinks he ams a...fuck. A...I don’ts remembers the Englishes. He ams et spøkelse,” Toki said. 

Pickles stared at him, then to Skwisgaar. “Can you translate?” 

“I can says it in a better languages,” Skwisgaar said. “Ett spöke.” 

Pickles slapped a hand to the side of his face in frustration. “English. I’m not smart enough to know--you know what, give me a second.” 

He’d never been interested in the Dethklok-themed translation app (appropriately called ‘Dethlation’) before, but now he was glad Charles had made them all download it. He typed as quickly as he could manage on the far-too-small Dethphone keyboard, guessing at the spelling and hoping it could figure what he meant.

It did. “Ghost. You guys think he’s a ghost?” Pickles read the small flashing red letters on his phone and ignored the strange feeling in his chest as he tossed his phone to his bed. 

Toki and Skwisgaar shrugged, Toki seeming far more okay with the idea than Skwisgaar, who was still on the floor with no apparent plans to leave it. 

“Those ain’t real though,” Pickles said, not believing himself one bit. But Skwisgaar was looking almost green, and this was the closest thing to comfort he could offer. 

“Hows do yous know?” Toki asked. 

Pickles had nothing to say back to that. 

Skwisgaar looked miserable now, sat on the floor with his back against the wall, staring down and dragging his long fingers through his hair. Pickles had a feeling he’d stay that way all night if no one made him move. 

Apparently Toki knew that too. “We should finds him.” 

Skwisgaar dragged his head up and glared at Toki. “Whys would that bes a good idea?” 

Pickles couldn’t help but smirk as a certain theme song ran through his head. “Ghost huntin’? We’re gonna go looking for his ghost? And do what when we find him?” 

“We asks him whys he ams still here,” Toki said plainly.

“You just wants him to bes alive agains,” Skwisgaar muttered. “Wes should nots mess with whatever he ams.” 

“Well--” Pickles started.

“No! We shoulds all just goes to bed. We can stays here tonights, in case he comes backs,” Skwisgaar interrupted, finally standing only to waltz over and drop onto the empty side of Pickles’s bed. 

“First off, my room, I decide if you assholes stay or not,” Pickles said, knowing full well he didn’t want to sleep alone now. “Second, what if we keep seeing him? What do we do then? Maybe if we go out and do whatever Toki has planned...maybe we won’t see him again.” 

Skwisgaar wouldn’t even look at them. Just stared up at the ceiling. 

Toki sighed, and went and pulled Skwisgaar from the bed, then motioned for Pickles to follow them to the hall. 

Was it a good idea to follow? Maybe not, but as Pickles closed his bedroom door behind them he could only reflect that it was too late to do much wondering on that point. 

Skwisgaar seemed terrifed, clinging to the hand Toki offered him. “You haves to tell me and Pickle why you ament’s scared of this.” 

“Yeah. You freak out about all kinds of stuff but this--nothin’,” Pickles added. 

Toki shrugged as they kept on down the dark hall. “My dads...his church...” 

He sighed, and Pickles felt sort of bad for pestering him. Had he known that was where this topic led (and nobody brought up Toki’s dad anymore. It was an unspoken rule) then he might have kept his mouth shut. 

But Toki soldiered on. “He taughts about somes of this stuffs. Abouts hows they not supposeds to be here, hows to helps them so they goes away.” 

“Hows ams we goings to helps him?” Skwisgaar asked, his fingers tightening around Toki’s (and Pickles was starting to wonder if Toki would end their adventure with any feeling left in that hand.) 

“Wes will finds out,” Toki replied. “You ams freaking out, just don’t think about its.” 

“It? There’s an it? That’s why you’re freaking the fuck out?” Pickles asked. 

Skwisgaar groaned in frustration. 

“I mean, we’re going ghost-hunting together. If you’re gonna chicken out and leave me and Toki to die cause of somethin’ that happened to you, then I wanna know what it is before I die,” Pickles continued. 

They were as quiet as possible for a few moments, as they traipsed past the thankfully heavy-sleeping Nathan’s and Murderface’s rooms. 

“Fines. I was a kids when it happened. It was just somethings stupids I dids with friends. It was supposeds to bes a myth, kinds of,” Skwisgaar said. 

“So...like you guys summoned something with a Ouija board or somethin’?” Pickles asked, having a hard time envisioning Skwisgaar with that many friends or getting into any sort of major trouble. He sort of figured Skwisgaar had just spent his time fucking or playing guitar, like he did now. 

“I was seventeen,” Skwisgaar said. “Årsgång--it ams an old traditions. You fast all days, alone. Thens you walk through your towns or villages and ends up at your local church.” 

Now Pickles was curious. “What happens during the walk?”

“You ams supposed to sees your future. Goods or bads. Other times you sees...” Skwisgaar made a noise that sounded not unlike a whimper.

“Dude,” Pickles said, hoping to spur him on. 

He sighed. “You can sees bad things. That ams all I will says about thats.” 

The question of what the bad things were burned in his head, but Pickles held his tongue away from it. “Is that what you saw? When you and your friends did this?” 

Skwisgaar shook his head. “Wes weren’ts together anyways. Yous haves to do the walks alone. We dids it each a years apart. I wents last. I saws my futures, sort ofs. I saw crowds, alls of yous, evens though I did nots know who yous were then. And then I saw...myselfs. All alones, after yous all dies. Backs then, I didn’t cares about thats, what it meants. But nows...” 

Toki winced visibly as Skwisgaar squeezed his hand, but he didn’t let go. 

Pickles winced too. “Shit. I mean...I get it. You don’t gotta say anymore, if you don’t wanna.” 

“I do nots wants to, thanks you,” Skwisgaar said quietly. 

Nobody talked about the weird fear that had settled in after Charles had died--a new awareness of their mortality, Pickles figured. But he could see, with that experience, why Skwisgaar wouldn’t want to be a part of what they were doing.

But they were in the library now, and there was Charles at the end of a shelving unit. There was no going back. 

“Charles. We ams here to helps you. Cans you talks to us?” Toki asked, the only nerves showing in how more tightly he gripped his Deady Bear and Skwisgaar’s hand (they wouldn’t be able to play for a week at this rate.) 

Charles had been staring at the shelf longingly, but turned to them, and they all jumped. Pickles didn’t mean to grab Skwisgaar’s other hand, but was very glad when Skwisgaar held his back. 

“You can’ts stays here. You knows that, I thinks,” Toki continued, his voice just a little shaky now. “Unless there ams a way for yous to takes care of ours money from the afterlifes.” 

Charles didn’t move. He looked shocked, and stared at them.

“This ams not working; we shoulds go,” Skwisgaar murmured. 

Pickles couldn’t help but agree, though he found himself suddenly too scared to move his tongue. 

“Holds on,” Toki whispered to them. 

He pulled them all a step forward. “Lets us help you, Charles.” 

Charles was suddenly moving, incredibly fast, towards them. Pickles wanted to run, knew Skwisgaar certainly wanted to do the same, but couldn’t bring his feet to movement. 

Just before Charles reached them, there was a bright light, like a flashbang. They turned away from it, to each other.

When they turned back, Charles, or whatever it had been, was gone.

For the next few weeks after that night, they had sleep overs. Night was the only time any of them were comfortable talking about what had happened (and couldn’t bear to sleep alone.) 

After it had been a full nine months, after the mess they’d made of their lives and finances, after Charles had inexplicably returned--

They still talked about it on occasion, if only to agree to never tell Charles what had happened. 

A dead man back from the grave had enough worries as it was, dealing with them.