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ghostsghoulsandhatboxes · 1 year ago
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another dose of haunted mansion PNGs, pins edition!
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haliaiii · 9 months ago
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Val’s Hover bike! (oc)
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gamecube-stims · 2 months ago
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hot wheels city ultimate car wash by asmr playroom on youtube
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ratatatastic · 1 month ago
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awwww pauls talked about his first hurricane experience and how much of a panic he was in shoving his kids into closests with mattresses away from windows and he still gets nervous about hurricanes now but snowstorms are easy lol
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pitsommelier · 4 months ago
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okiankeno · 4 months ago
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laughing kicking my feet in the air giggling at ats s3 x 13 we get lost in the sauce, horny, sad, stabbed, sophisticated, heartbroken, cucked (twice!) in one episode I love ats
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dogbunni · 2 years ago
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esoraluco · 2 years ago
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my spamton is the type of guy to look at toy cars and criticize them for inaccuracies compared to the 'superior' real cars
to the extent that if he saw a kid with a lighting mcqueen toy he's like 'KID YOUR CAR IS [@$$] YOU SHOULD SEE THE 1985 SPECIL [Cungadero!] AND ITS RAW [[Power]] OF [ ] GUARANTEED!!!!'
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arrowip · 2 years ago
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Representation shouldnt be forced, thats small isolated community should not have multiple races equally parced out just pick one idc which one just pick preferably one that makes sense with the climate
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jrnerad · 2 months ago
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Driving 2025 Ford Bronco Sport Sasquatch: Smokin’ Off-Road in the Smokies
The 2025 Ford Bronco Sport has received a significant upgrade with the introduction of the Sasquatch off-road package. Host Jack Nerad drove it just days ago and then discussed the vehicle’s nuances with Bronco Sport Brand Manager Mike Weller at a special event outside Knoxville, Tennessee. We’ll share that interview with you on America on the Road this week. As off-road fans know, the serious…
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demoness-one · 1 year ago
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Everytime i get lonely now ill just think about this guy and ill probably be cured. And definitely not just depress myself with the thought that better people who are still single dont seem to exist within 1000km of me. I just wanna be obsessed with somebody who's obsessed with me too
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s-aint-elmo · 5 months ago
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the theme is same faces
(ID in alt text)
bonus + design notes:
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tridentarii: the building block was "lions" (corona's mane of hair and king vibes + ianthe's scar lionking swagger) but i think i lost that plot at some point. regardless peep the earrings for symbols of their twisted mutualism. also they have dimples <3 bc on corona they're perfect and on ianthe (when she smiles wide enough) they're sickeningly dissonant
the nonas: harrow has curls bc i think the only thing funnier than saddling a nun who's been shaving her head since infancy with fast-growing hair is for that hair to be horrible messy springy curls that are barely spared from frizz by the sheer grease #bathingisn'tsafeformern. please also applaud my restraint in adhering to canon and not giving nona dimples. she deserved them
the sixth: came to me fully formed honestly. palamedes calls camilla beautiful enough for the alexandrites so i just let my heart and sapphism take the wheel here. for pal when i first read gtn i visualized him very differently but other artists made such a compelling case for scruffy pal that now i can't see him any other way
the second: also let my heart take the wheel here. wanted to draw a man carved out of hardwood so i did <3 at the caliber of necromancer that g1d is i know he probably wouldn't have so much scarring but the heart wants what it wants (cool factor). in my head and in my heart they're from wake
naberius: i don't have anything to say in my defense. i rewatched teen beach movie, found the perfect face claim and set the wheels of fate in motion. i think babs is hot the way a ken doll is hot, y'know? it takes yanny piloting his flesh mecha for him to be gender (<- testimonial from my masc nb friend)
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lilgynt · 2 years ago
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so cool i was running to the mall to not live my life for a minute but then there was a random carnival? so i got a ticket and then went on the rides with random people bc u can’t do it as a single rider and the basketball guy let me try it once for freesies and i almost got it and i was like if i actually paid and had 3 i’d kill this anyway cool day
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multi-fandom-imagine · 4 months ago
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➤bound hαnds || Billy Butcher ||
Warnings: bondage, p in v, tentacle sex
A/n: idk this fuckin sucks but I wanted to post it.
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Before Billy had gotten sick due to the Temp V he had hidden you away. He didn't care that you might have been a sup but that didn't mean the piece of shit known as Homelander wouldn't kill you.
But now he was back, now he was better and now he wanted you.
He needed you...god did he need you.
Butcher could practically feel Kessler's eyes boring into his neck as he drove to the safe house. He knew what he was thinking.
'Make her yours...let them know who she belongs too.'
Tightening his grip on the steering wheel, a slow smile forming on his lips.
Oh he will make you yours, and they will see.
You really don't remember how you ended up naked on the bed being held down by something.
"Butcher!"
"Don't you look good love, squirmin for me." Billy's breath against your neck as he held your thighs apart. "So fuckin good."
A whimper escaped your lips feeling something brush your entrance. His tentacle brushing your core as his knee nudging your thighs. "Such a needy little thing you are." His lips nuzzling your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point.
"Once I'm done with ya, you ain't gonna forget who you belong to love."
Letting out a cry, you bucked your hips as the tentacle continued to pump in and out of you. His tongue grazing yours. It was a strange feeling, different than what you were used to. The thickness of it stretching you out, rubbing your clit.
He could feel you getting closer to the edge, could feel how your walls clenched around his tentacle but he wanted to feel you come undone around his cock,not this.
"Hold on love, I ain't finish with ya yet." Biting your neck, a shudder ran down your spine as he pulled out the tentacle and with one swift thrust, he sheathed himself to the hilt in your welcoming heat, swallowing your cry of pleasure with a hungry kiss.
Billy growled low at your pleading, desire and possessiveness warring within him for dominance.He has never felt such primal hunger or ownership over another being until now the bloodlust for you came as naturally to him as breathing. He set a punishing pace from the start, relishing the feel of your tight walls wrapped hot and snug around him.
"Fuck, ya feel so good," he groaned against your lips. One hand roughly groped your breast while the other pinned your wrists above your head. His tentacle wrapping around your ankles to keep you in place.
Darkened eyes drank in your wanton expression of ecstasy, stoking the flames of his possession. "Look atcha, takin' me so well like the little slut ya are. Ya were made for this, made for me." He nipped along your jawline before biting down hard enough to bruise, reasserting his claim. "Mine. You're all fuckin' mine."
A scream tore from your lips as you broke the kiss, your eyes closing tightly.
Billy snarled in response to your cries, pounding ruthlessly into your willing body with animalistic ferocity. Every thrust rubbed deliciously against that sweet spot deep inside, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.
"Fuck, that's it. Scream fer me, it's a shame that the people can't hear ya. Maybe i'll fuck ya in front id everyone, let em know who's makin' ya feel this good," he growled, as he ravaged your lips in a punishing kiss. One hand snaked down to rub tight, impatient circles around your clit, urging you on.
"Come on, come for me. Wanna feel ya clamp down on my cock," Billy grunted through gritted teeth, losing himself in the delirium of passion. The familiar tightening in his gut signaled his impending release, spurred on by your lewd encouragement.
"Billy...Billy please." You sobbed doing your best to move with his thrusts. "You feel so good, I need you to fill me."
You were breathless now, your breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts as his hands clutched your thighs tightly.
With a feral roar, Billy slammed one last time balls deep as his knot swelled, flooding your core with his hot seed. The added thickness and thickness pushed you right over the edge into your climax, pulsing vice-like around him.
You could feel him continue to pulse and throb inside you, possessive to the last. He didn't move to withdraw, merely ground his hips and growled low in satisfaction. "Ya like that, huh? Feelin' me claim every inch of ya?"
His accent was thick as he held you close to his chest, his tongue gliding across your own. He could feel little tremors leaving your body.
"You're so fucking good Billy."
"Anythin for you love."
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viceroywrites · 1 month ago
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liquor on your lips (1/2)
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you met stan pines on your first day working at the dead end motel.
in just a week, you were addicted to him.
mullet stan x gn!reader
part two here
inspired by you can be the boss by lana del rey - contributing to the mullet stan obsession - second part will include smut 👀
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It was your first day on the job when you met Stan Pines.
The owner of the motel, Tony, walked you through your daily duties at the Dead End Motel. 
Checking guests in and out, answering the phones, collecting money from anyone staying for more than one night at the motel.
It was a fairly simple job it seemed like.
“If anyone gives you a hard time when I’m not here, call me - I live just a block away and can swing by to straighten them out. There’s also a bat underneath the counter - I’m giving you full permission to slug anyone. We’ll just erase it from the camera footage if we need to.” Tony explains, pulling the bat out.
Well, maybe not.   
You blink, digesting the thought that you might actually have to use it but nod in understanding.
“Alright, I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be in the back doing some paperwork, holler if you need me.” Tony disappears into his back office, leaving you at the front desk.
The next few hours are pretty uneventful. You check-out some people and have one check-in. Right at 5, Tony dips out for the day, reminding you to give him a call if anything happens and to clock-out before you head out when the night shift person takes your place.
You spend the next few hours leaning back in the office chair and doodling, hoping to past the time and reminding yourself to bring a book or crosswords to work on during these slower hours.
The jingle of the bell signaled the arrival of someone as the front door swung open. You quickly put the piece of paper down, straightening your posture as you had your feet propped up on the counter.
In walked a man in his 30s, the messy mop of brown atop his head grown out into a mullet, the stubble across his square jawline apparent. He wore a white t-shirt, a pair of pants that had a few stains littered across the material and a red hoodie that looked like it had seen better days.
The scent of tobacco and a woodsy, cheap cologne hit you immediately as he approached the desk, his hands in his pockets.
“Hey.. uh.. I need a room for the night.” His deep, gruff voice echoed through the small, empty lobby. Your feet push against the tile floor, wheeling over to the opposite end of the counter and glancing over at the list of the available rooms.
“Room for one or two?” You ask, eyebrow raised as you look back over to him. 
Stan looks around the empty lobby before replying in response, “Well, there’s no one else here but me, toots.”
Your cheeks can’t help but flush in embarrassment. You get up from your seat before muttering out an explanation, “Figured I’d just ask. This place is a hot spot for late night hook-ups so I didn’t know if you had a date waiting for you in the car.”
Stan lets out a husky chuckle, leaning against the counter, “Not sure if I should be offended or flattered that you think I would be coming here for a hook-up.” His eyes follow your figure as you face away from him, searching for a particular room key. 
He had to admit after all the seedy motels he’s stayed at, he wasn’t expecting to see someone as stunning as you. You stood out in the tiny motel lobby, a fresh face in a dreary environment, somehow looking radiant underneath the yellow, fluorescent lights that hang above.
You grab a key off the hooks on the wall, the keychain with the number 12 dangling from it. “The rate for one night will be $20.” You slide the key onto the counter.
Stan fishes into his deep hoodie pocket, pulling out a beat-up leather wallet. Rifling through the crumpled up business cards of all his short-lived business ventures and his numerous fake IDs, he finally fishes out a few dollar bills. Thumbing through them, he curses underneath his breath.
He’s short by only 3 bucks.
His brown eyes glance up at you with a sense of unease, clearing his throat, “Mind if I go back to my car and scrounge up some change?”
It slowly dawns on you the predicament that he’s in, nodding in understanding. You watch as he disappears back outside and you can’t help but follow behind him. Through the glass door, you watch as he unlocks his car, tossing miscellaneous objects aside while he digs in the back seat for spare change he might have dropped.
Sympathy washes over you as you see his crest-fallen expression when he comes out from the car with only a dollar and a few cents of change in the palm of his hand. You scurry back behind the desk before he makes his way back, ready to tell you that he’ll have to find another place to stay for the night.
“Hey, toots, turns out I don’t have enough. Sorry to waste your time.” Stan says, rubbing the back of his neck as he stares at the ground in shame. He’s about to reach for the bills that he threw on the counter, ready to take his leave. 
“It’s on me.” You quickly say, fishing out the remaining three dollars needed and grabbing the stack of bills on the counter to put in the cash box underneath the desk. 
As you come back up, you see Stan staring back at you in astonishment.
In all the years that Stan had been running from state to state, no one had shown him the kindness that you showed him today. No one had extended out a hand, offering support… at least not without a price. 
“Why are you helping me?” Stan asks in his state of shock.
You pause at his question. You’re not sure what compelled you to help this total stranger out but you knew if you were struggling, you would want someone to lend you a helping hand. 
“Why not?” You answer back simply, “It doesn’t cost me anything to be kind.” 
“Well, it did cost you a couple bucks.” Stan can’t help but point out.
“Eh, I’ll make those couple bucks back in no time at my first job.” You shrug with a smile, “I work as a bartender at the bar across town, this is just my second job to make a couple extra bucks.” 
“So you’re a bit of a workhorse, huh? I can respect that, sweetheart.” Stan says with a grin, finally taking the keys off the counter.
“Toots, sweetheart? You sure are laying it on thick, you don’t have to flatter me just because I helped you out.” You can’t help but chuckle, trying to downplay how those pet names were starting to cause butterflies in your stomach and a flush to spread across your cheeks.
Stan stammers, flustered by you calling him out on his playboy schtick and you giggle, “Hey, I didn’t say that I didn’t like it.” You admit with a playful grin.
It’s his turn for his cheeks to glow and Stan can’t help the huge smile that spreads across his features, “Well, just so you know, I’m not just calling you those because you helped me out. I mean look at ya, you’re like a painting in a museum, begging to be admired.”
He can’t remember the last time he cracked a genuine smile.
“Well, I would like to at least know the name of the person showering me with all these compliments.” You chuckle, introducing yourself.
Stan hesitates as he is used to utilizing one of his many aliases, but somehow his real name rolls off his tongue for the first time in decades, “Stanley Pines.”
Just after his introduction, your co-worker comes to take over for the night shift.
“Well, Stanley, my shift is almost over. Smoking is allowed but please use the ashtray in the room. The ice machine is near the staircase to the second floor.” You say, slipping on your own jacket before making your way around the counter with your bag over your shoulder.
Stan had to admit it felt nice to finally be called by his actual name in years, a warm sensation filling his chest. 
Comfort.
He follows you out the door, room key in his hand, “Mind if I walk you to your car? It’s the least I could do for you helping me out.”
You smile and nod, “I would like that a lot.”
Bad to the bone, sick as a dog.
You know that I like, like you a lot.
Don’t let it stop.
Stan and you fell into a routine after your first meeting.
Like clockwork, Stan would visit you, keeping you company at the end of your shift after Tony had left for the day. 
Sometimes he would run a new sales pitch by you, workshopping it with you as you gave him honest but supportive feedback.
Sometimes he would just listen, leaning against the counter as you vent about a customer that was giving you a hard time at your other job.
Belly aching laughter would echo through the motel lobby, Stan’s quick wit matching yours. 
A dangerous dance of banter and flirtation grew bolder and bolder with each evening.
Somehow, the chemistry you had with this man that you still knew little about was more electric than anything you had ever experienced.
At the end of each night, Stan would walk out with you, opening your car door as you slid into the driver’s seat, leaving you with a good night and a wish for you to get home safely.
Tonight was the first time you fell out of the carefree routine.
Your fingers drummed against the counter, your palm cradling your chin as you stared at the clock with a pit in your stomach. An hour had rolled by since Tony had left for the day and yet there was no sign of Stan.
What if he had checked out last night after you had left your shift?
What if he was onto the next town without even saying goodbye?
What if something happened to him?
Your leg bounced up and down, trying to distract yourself with the book you had brought but to no avail.
One hour turned to two.
Two turned to three.
Losing hope at hour four, your eyes begin to flutter, resting your arms on the counter and deciding it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick nap. The bell up front would wake you up anyways.
Instead, you were woken to a warm hand shaking your shoulder. Your eyes shoot open and are greeted to the sight of a pair of battered, bloody knuckles on your shoulder.
Instinct kicks in, your hands grabbing the bat that rested against your left leg underneath the desk and standing up with it raised over your shoulder. 
“Whoa, whoa, toots! Put the bat down, it’s just me!” Stan explained, putting his hands up as he took a cautious step back.
You blink, seeing Stanley standing in front of you, his knuckles looking roughed up and a pretty gnarly cut near his eyebrow. He looks disheveled, wearing just a thin white t-shirt that has splotches of dried blood dotted across it and a pair of dark jeans.
You put the bat down immediately, your worst fears confirmed as you quickly step around the counter, “Stanley, what the hell happened to you?” You say, voice full of concern. Your hand reaches out to cup his jaw to assess the damage, and he almost melts against your warm touch.
God, is this what an angel looks like? He wonders, admiring your features up close despite the furrow in your eyebrow.
“Got in a bit of trouble but I got myself out of it. I’m okay, sweetheart.” Stan attempts to reassure you, trying to play it cool though he had to admit this last run-in with Rico and his goons was a bit too close for comfort.
“Stanley, you’re hurt… take a seat, I’m gonna go grab a first aid kit.” You sigh, your lips in a tight line. Stan doesn’t argue, taking a seat in the leather chair. His thumbs twidle together, feeling like he was a kid again, waiting in the principal’s office to get lectured.
You come back with a tiny first aid kid and take a seat on the table in front of him, cracking it open. You start first on the swollen cut near Stan’s eyebrow, tearing the packaging off the alcohol wipe and leaning forward. “It’s gonna sting…” You warn him.
“Oh please, I just took a beating, I’m sure a little wipe isn’t gonna - Ow! Motherfucker!” Stan curses loudly, wincing as the pad hits his fresh wound. You pull back, your eyebrow raised in amusement, “You were saying?”
“Alright, fine… just be quick with it.” Stan mutters, his arms crossed over his chest in defeat. He winces as you carefully dab across the wound, making sure to clean up the dried blood on the edges that had clung to his eyebrow. While you were cleaning up his wound, your eyes couldn’t help but drift down to his toned forearms that were littered with hair up to his biceps that were accentuated by the tight fabric of his tee.
Your eyes meet Stan’s, an amused grin across his face despite the pain. “Enjoying the view, toots?” You huff in annoyance, trying to ignore how your cheeks burn in embarrassment as you press the alcohol wipe more firmly against his wound as payback.
“Ow!”
The harsh lecture he was anticipating never comes. 
Instead, as you finish bandaging up his knuckles, you gaze up at him with a sad look in your eyes, “I’m just glad you’re okay… please be more careful.” 
Stan nods, “Sorry to worry you, toots.”
He had a cigarette with his number on it,
He gave it over to me, “Do you want it?”
I knew it was wrong but I palmed it.
After your shift is over, you step outside, wishing your co-worker a good night and rolling your eyes in good-nature as they give you a knowing grin when commenting that Stan was outside waiting for you.
The cool evening air hits your face the moment you step out the door and the scent of cigarettes catches your attention. You turn to see Stan leaning against the wall, a freshly lit cigarette between his fingers as he takes a drag from it.
“You didn’t have to wait for me, you should be resting.” You say, approaching him.
Stan turns his head in the other direction, blowing a plume of smoke out from his chapped lips before turning back to face you, “I can rest all day tomorrow. Gotta walk you to your car, don’t know what kinda sleazebags are lurking around at this time.” 
“Aren’t you cold?” You pointed out, noting that Stan was still wearing his white t-shirt despite you sending him out to get a hoodie or sweater from his hotel room.
Not that you were complaining about the eye-candy.
Stan gives a casual shrug, “Not really, the cold out here is nothing compared to winters in Jersey.”
“New Jersey, huh? Didn’t realize you came all the way from the other coast.” You chuckle, leaning against the wall yourself as you watch Stan take another drag.
He almost chokes on the smoke as he inhales, realizing he shared another piece of himself that he had never shared with anyone in his years on the run.
Living life as a drifter, he tried to keep his interactions surface-level, knowing that he may have to pick up and run the next morning.
Yet somehow, you were breaking the walls he had crafted for years down.
Stan exhales the smoke before glancing over at you, “You know I still owe you for covering my room this past week? Is there any way I can make it up to you, sweetheart? Heck, I’ll even do chores around your apartment while you’re at work.”
You pause, mulling over the offer. You had never expected Stan to pay you back, wanting to help him while he was still trying to get back on his feet. 
“Honestly, Stan, you don’t have to pay me back. It’s fine.” You insisted but Stan’s stubbornness began to show through.
“At least let me take you out to dinner or buy you a drink. I’ll give you tonight to mull it over and l expect an answer tomorrow.” Stan says with a sense of finality.
You can’t help but chuckle at his stubbornness, “Alright, alright… but you know I won’t be here tomorrow. I’m covering a day shift for one of the other bartenders.”
Stan pauses before reaching into his pocket to fish out his pack of cigarettes. Your eyebrow raises in confusion and he looks up at you, “You got a pen?”
You open your bag, digging through its contents before retrieving a pen and handing it over to him. He messily scrawls something on the tiny stick before passing it and the pen back to you, his fingertips lingering as they brush against yours.
You look down at the cigarette, seeing a clumsy string of numbers written on it.
“That’s the direct dial to my room.” Stan explains, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Give it a call when you get off tomorrow and let me know.”
You slip the cigarette into your purse, “I will.”
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winchestersisterimaginessss · 2 months ago
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Request: id luv if u could make one of car crash with the Impala and she gets pretty bad if she survives or nah it's up to u thanx
A/N: I hope you like this! Please comment if you like this so it helps me figure out if I should continue writing or not! Requests are still open. I have a ton of them that I’m working on and they are all such good ideas!
Sam and Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader
Warnings: Car accident
You bounced down the halls trying to find Dean. You turned into the kitchen and saw him sitting at the table.
You grinned, “Oh Deanooooo!” You sung with a big smile on your face as you made your way over to him and sat down.
He looked at you and sighed, “what are you going to ask me for?” He asked before chuckling, already knowing you were scheming for something.
“Pretty pretty please can I take the Impala to go get ice cream?” You asked, sliding off the seat and landing on your knees into a praying position in front of him.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, “didn’t I just get you an entire gallon of ice cream the other day?” He asked.
“Okay yes and then you proceeded to finish the entire thing!” You whined.
“Okay yeah, I did do that didn’t I?” He asked laughing at himself before shrugging and giving an oops expression.
“Yeah you did,” you sassed, “so can I please take the Impala to get some more?” You begged still on your knees in front of him.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, fine.” He said, shooing you away.
“Wooooooo!” You cheered in victory and jumped up off the floor before turning back to Dean. “Do you want something?” You asked, already knowing that he was going to.
“Hmmm can you get me a rocky road with hot fudge?” He asked. You nodded and went to walk away before you heard him shout again, “wait with m&ms too!”
“Got it!” You said.
“And whipped cream!” He exclaimed.
You chuckled and turned back around to look at him, “just text it to me Dean. See ya!” You said, grabbing the keys and walking out of the kitchen.
“Okay, okay, drive safe!” You heard him shout before running into Sammy.
“Where are you off to bug?” He asked. “And how’d you get Dean to let you drive the car?” He chuckled, seeing you holding the keys.
“I’m getting ice cream do you want anything?” You asked, turning around to face him while walking backwards towards the door.
“Nope I’m all good be careful and drive safe!” Sam shouted after you.
“Yessir!” You saluted him and continued your way out of the bunker.
You got into the car and made your way to the ice cream shop. It was around 9pm so it was dark, but the full moon lit up the sky and the backroads that you were on. You admired how beautiful the moon was and continued to drive. As soon as you drove around a bend, a car came out of no where and swerved into your lane to avoid hitting what looked like a werewolf running across the road.
“What the hell!” You shouted and immediatly jerked the impala. In an attempt to correct yourself, you overcorrected and spun out. You screamed as the car spun off the road and was making its way towards the trees. You braced for impact as you slammed into a tree. You cried out as your head hit the steering wheel. The impact of the tree flipped the car over and you felt the car rolling down the ditch until it stopped upside down. Glass was everywhere and you were aching in pain. You whimpered as your hand went to your head. It was gashed and gushing blood. Panic began to set in when you realized you were stuck hanging upside down by your seatbelt. You tried to get yourself down and maneuver your body so you could get up straight, but it was no use. The seatbelt was jammed and it was making a clicking sound that pulled you in closer. Your heart stopped when you remembered that it was a full moon and that you were almost positive there was a werewolf roaming around. You immediately reached for your phone that was in your pocket to call for help. You knew Sam would be more level headed than Dean and if you heard Dean panicking then you’d start to freak out even more. You felt extremely weak and quickly dialed his number.
“Hey, what’s up?” Sam answered.
“Sammy.” You whimpered, terrified and in pain.
“Hey hey hey what’s wrong?” He asked frantically.
“I’m scared.” You sobbed unable to keep your emotions in check any longer.
“What’s wrong?!” He asked once again in panic. You could hear Dean in the background asking what was happening and you let out another sob.
“Hey bug I need you to talk to me alright?” Sam asked calmly trying to get control of the situation.
“A ca-car swerved into my lane an- and I- I jerked the car and swerved o- off the road and c-crashed.” You cried, thinking about how badly you hurt and how the impala was totaled. You let out another sob, “Sammy the c- car is destroyed I- I’m so sorry please tell Dean I’m so sorry.” You cried.
You heard the phone rustling before you heard Dean’s voice.
“Hey kid, I don’t care about the car alright? Are you hurt?” He asked with concern in his voice.
“Everything hurts,” you cried, “And I’m stuck hanging upside down! And I think there’s a werewolf roaming around because something ran across the roads which caused the other person to swerve and I’m trapped in the car!” You panicked, completely frightened for your life. Not only were you aching in pain and trapped in the car, but there was another physical threat roaming in the woods you were stuck in. Your luck was completely terrible because this sequence of events just had to happen to you.
“Okay, okay deep breath kid everything’s going to be alright, okay? Sam just tracked your phone, we’ll be there in 7 minutes. You’re going to be alright.” Dean said calmly trying to soothe you, but you knew he was freaking the hell out.
“My head really hurts!” You whimpered, reaching up to grab your gashed head. Not only was it gashed and gushing blood, the way you were hanging upside down was making you woozy. The blood was rushing to your head and you felt yourself growing faint.
“Okay hey, I need you to keep talking to us okay kid?” You felt your world slowly fading out. “Hey, can you do that for me?” Dean asked again when he didn’t hear you respond.
“Yes,” you moaned.
“Atta girl, keep talking alright? Don’t you dare stop.” Dean said. He could tell you weren’t going to be able to hang onto consciousness for much longer.
“Remember when we pranked Sammy that one time with that toy clown?” Dean asked.
“How could I forget?” You chuckled weakly.
“Yeah that was pretty funny huh? What colors were on that clown? Do you remember?” He asked, not giving a crap at all about the colors of the clown, but just trying to keep you responsive and forcing your brain to think incase you had a nasty concussion they were already expecting.
“Uhhh blue, green, red, y-yellow.” You answered.
“Yeah, yeah it was those colors, you’re right kid.”Dean responded already knowing the answer though. Shivers wracked your body and you realized how cold you were.
“De, ‘m so c- cold,” you whispered into the phone.
“Shit!” You heard Dean say before you heard the car they were in accelerate. The phone rustled and you heard Sam’s voice.
“Hey bug, you’re going to be alright okay? We’re almost there, I need you to stay with me for another minute. You’re doing so well bug, we’re almost there.” Sam said.
“Mhm.” You whimpered before hearing rustling in the woods.
“You’re here,” you sighed in relief.
“Almost bug, almost!” Sam ensured.
You sucked in a breath. Someone was out here with you and if it wasn’t your brothers then it was something.
“What! Somethings out here with me Sammy!” You cried panicking. Maybe it was the adrenaline that was now surging through your body or that you subconsciously knew that this could be your last fight for your life, but you somehow gained the energy to pick your head up and look around the woods. Your arms flailed as you tried to rip yourself from the seatbelt. You let out a strangled cry when you couldn’t get loose, yet again. You could feel your heart pounding through your body as you tried everything to see yourself free. You weren’t going to die without going down without a fight first. In your final attempt to free yourself, the driver side door was ripped open. You let out a strangled scream and frantically searched for something to defend yourself with.
“Hey! It’s Sam, it’s Sam! You’re alright, you’re safe!” You heard Sam say as he grabbed ahold of your shaky hands that were looking for a weapon.
“Sammy!” You cried, looking around for Dean.
“Hey, you’re okay! I’m going to get you down okay?“ He asked.
“Where’s Dean?” You whimpered, needing to know where he was.
“You were right, there was a werewolf. He’s taking care of it.” Sam answered.
You sucked in a breath terrified to be trapped in the car defenseless while there was a werewolf out there with your brothers. Sam noticed your panic.
“Hey, it’s okay! He already took care of it.” He corrected himself, reassuring you and just then Dean came into your view.
“Hey kid, everything’s okay. I need you to put your hands on the roof of the car so I can cut you down.” Dean said as he brought his knife to your seatbelt.
You nodded and put your hands up. You were weak though and your arms felt like jello. There was no way you’d be able to hold yourself up as you fell. As soon as Dean cut through the seatbelt, he noticed you weren’t able to hold yourself up so he quickly grabbed you to to lessen the impact.
“Alright that’s okay, I got you, I got you.” Dean whispered as he pulled you out of the car.
“Mm so tired De.” You weakly mumbled into your brothers chest.
“I need you to stay awake for me.” Dean said as he rushed you to the car. When he didn’t get a response, he gave you a little shake.
“Okay, okay.” You whimpered.
“I’m sorry kid, you can’t go to sleep.” Dean said softly as he placed you into the car. You groaned in pain at your body hitting the seat.
“I know kid, I know, I’m sorry.” Dean whispered before Sam slid in next to you and Dean hopped in the driver seat.
You felt weak so you gently slumped over and leaned against Sam.
“Hey bug, we’re going to get you cleaned up and you’ll be as good as new. Everything’s going to be alright, I just need you to keep your eyes open for me yeah?” He asked gently, seeing you struggle to stay awake.
“Mhm.” You mumbled, before everything went dark.
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You jumped awake and panicked. Dean immediately grabbed your hand and you realized you were in the bunker.
“Hey you’re alright.” Dean reassured you and you instinctively brought your other hand up to touch the gash on your head. Before you could though, Dean grabbed it and held it down.
“You have a few stitches,” Dean sighed, “in a few different places.” He finished. You looked down and noticed two huge bandages. One was on your thigh and one was on your forearm. Just as you were about to say something, Sam walked into your room.
“Hey bug, you’re awake! How do you feel?” He asked, coming over to you and putting a hand on your shoulder.
“I’m okay.” You said as you winced in pain. Both of your brothers could see right through you.
“I’ll go grab the pain meds.” Sam said before turning and walking back out.
“How long was I out for?” You asked
“A couple days,” Dean trailed off. “You scared the hell out of me kid.” He said, rubbing his hand over his face.
“I’m sorry Dean and I’m so sorry about the car.” You said feeling terrible.
“Hey, hey, hey, you have nothing to be sorry for and as for the car? I don’t care, I’ll fix it. The most important thing is that you’re okay and that you’re safe kiddo.” He said softly.
You nodded and sent him a sad smile before realization hit.
“I never got our ice cream!” You said, disappointed. You looked back up at Dean and he smirked.
“I went out and got it for you because I knew that when you woke up you’d want it.” Dean said chuckling. You sent him a big smile just as Sam walked through the door with some pills and water.
“You guys are the best, thank you.” You beamed.
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