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Against All Odds pt. 9 (Joel Miller x fem! reader)

General Warnings for later on: The main story will have an age gap between Joel and the reader (Reader will be 25 once we get to the main storyline), this will also be your warning that it will eventually be an x pregnant reader (if that’s not your jam, I’m sorry) there is also going to be more graphic/trigger parts later on so please always to be sure to read the warnings BEFORE reading. This story will also be 18+ and TO BE ON THE TAGLIST YOU CAN NOT BE AN AGELESS BLOG (i do actually check that) also there first hand full of parts are all prologue so Joel won’t actually be in it for a bit

Warnings for this part: guns, typical cannon violence/themes, mentions of abortions, soft Joel moments!!

word count: 4500+ (Come get yalls juice!!)

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I wasn’t sure how long I was asleep but at some point, my eyes snapped open to the sound of glass crunch under someone’s shoe.

At first, I thought it may have been Joel or Ellie getting up for some reason, so I laid there quietly, waiting to hear the rustle of fabric on fabric as they laid back down. However, I then realized I could feel Joel asleep behind me. I carefully glanced over and saw Ellie asleep. Maybe I imagined it.

Wishful thinking. The next thing I knew, two people were in our room. Joel was out, but Ellie had woken up when she heard the door open. Once I saw that each of them had a gun, I put my hands up in surrender, I had no way of defending us.

“You, on your knees, hands up where I can see them.” The taller of the pair said to Ellie.

Once she was there, he looked at me.

“You. Get over here.” He said, gesturing to the spot beside Ellie with a knife.

I did as he said. Ellie and I were now both on the ground, side by side, her with a gun pointed at her and me with the knife. Then, the smaller of the two people, who I now realized was only a kid, was standing in front of Joel, who was still asleep.

“Wake him up.” Tallie said, nudging Ellie with the barrel of the gun.

“Joel! Joel!” Ellie yelled, waking him up.

The first thing he saw was Ellie and me. Then he turned and saw that he, too, had a weapon pointed at him.

“Eyes on me. Eyes on me.” The tall one commanded him.

Joel looked over to him.

“You don’t have to worry about what to say. We don’t wanna hurt you. We wanna help you.” The tall one said.

“Okay.” Was Joel’s only response.

“Okay, um… I don’t know what the next step is with something like this, but if I lower my gun… we didn’t hurt you, so you don’t hurt us… right?”

“That’s right.” Joel replied, void of any emotion.

“That’s a weird fucking tone, man.” The tall one was getting nervous, which was, in turn, making me nervous.

“That’s just the way he sounds.” Ellie said.

“It is, I promise. I’ve been with him for years, that’s just how he is. But he means it, I swear it. Lower your weapons before you do something you’ll regret.” I said.

“Seriously, he just has an asshole voice.” Ellie began again, “Joel, tell him he’s okay.”

“Everything is great.” Joel said in the same voice.

“Dude!” Ellie said.

“Fuck!” Tallie was getting more and more antsy and I had to do something soon.

“Look, dude, you’re dealing with a pregnant lady, a kid, and an older guy. We aren’t going to do shit. I promise. She is right; he just sounds like an asshole. But he won’t risk his daughter and pregnant wife like this. You can trust him.” I tried to reason.

“Okay…” The man began, “I’m going to trust you. But if either of you guys try anything… yeah?”

We understood what he meant without him having to say it.

“Can I sit up?” Joel asked.

“Yeah.” The older of the pair said. “Slow.” He corrected himself, “Get up slow.”

Joel kept his hands raised as the kid still had a gun pointed at him as he slowly sat up on the cushions he was lying on. “Who are you?” He finally asked.

“My name is Henry.” The taller guy said, “That’s my brother, Sam. I’m the most wanted man in Kansas City. Although right now… my guess is you’re running a close second.”

That definitely wasn’t reassuring for our current situation. He clearly knew that it was us who recked that truck. And he had tracked us here. I began to worry about who else may have been able to do the same.

“Alright,” I said, “I guess that means we’re working together then.” I made the decision for our group.

“You two hungry?” Joel asked, with the same tone as before.

We set up a small lantern on the floor, and all sat around it. I dug into my pack and pulled out a little bit of food for us all to split. It wasn’t much, especially when it was split 5 ways, but it was something.

“Where’d you get these?” Henry asked.

Before I could even think of a response, Ellie had already said, “Bill… He’s dead.”

Silence fell over the group at her blunt response.

“I noticed you signing to your brother earlier… does he only use sign language?” I asked, trying to change the course of the conversation.

“No, he’s gotten pretty good at reading lips. He also uses this.” Henry said, pointing a makeshift writing board around Sam’s neck.

Sam nodded and showed it off to me. It was actually a really smart setup.

“That’s very cool.” I said with a smile to the boy, causing him to smile back.

Joel suddenly took the rest of his portion of the food and offered it to Sam, who took it. He looked to his brother and signed something.

“He says thank you,” Henry relayed for us, “I’m guessing you don’t have much, so… this means a lot.”

“How old is he?” Ellie asked.

Henry translated it for his brother who replied back in sign.

“He’s eight.”

“Cool.” Ellie nodded, “I’m Ellie.”

I watched as Henry spelled her name out for his brother, who smiled in response before turning to me.

“I’m Yn.” I said, once again Henry signed it to his brother.

Then there was silence before Ellie smacked Joel’s leg clearly trying to give him the hint to introduce himself.

“I’m Joel. Look you ate, we didn’t kill each other, let’s call this a win-win and move on.” He said.

I cringed internally. I really thought he could help us out of here.

“Well, I am betting you came up here to get a view of the city and plan a way out.” Henry began, “And when the suns up, I’ll show you one.”

Ellie and I both looked to Joel to wait for his response.

“Fine. But you two sleep somewhere else.” Joel said, still clearly not trusting them.

Henry agreed, and once they were finished with their food, they left. Ellie layed back down and was falling asleep shortly after, but I wasn’t, and neither was Joel. I knew he would be paranoid about something happening.

“Want to push some furniture in front of the door?” I asked, laying on my mat beside him as he stared at the door.

“No. Get some rest. I’m going to stay up, keep watch.” He said.

I knew there was no point in arguing it, so I just scooted up right against him and closed my eyes. Secretly I was hoping that if I fell asleep cuddled up next to him it would eventually lull him to sleep as well.

I am not sure if my plan worked because, by the time I was waking up, he was already up off his makeshift bed, packing up our stuff. The sun was just beginning to rise as I stretched. I found my boots and began lacing them up. Eventually, Henery and Sam returned, and it was time to climb up even higher to get a good view of the city.

“Welcome to Kansas City.” Henry said as he opened the door to a room that had a large window.

“No FEDRA.” Joel commented.

He was right, though. There wasn’t a single sign of them anywhere.

“Not as of 10 days ago, no.” Henry confirmed.

“We always heard the KC FEDRA was-” Joel began but was cut off by Henery.

“Monsters? Savages? Yeah, you heard right. Raped, tortured, and murdered people for 20 years. And you know what happens when you do that to people? The moment they get a chance, they do it right back to you.” Henry said.

I glanced over my shoulder to make sure Ellie wasn’t here to hear any of it.

“But you’re not FEDRA.” I said to Henry as I looked back to the two men beside me.

“No, worse. I’m a collaborator.” He said.

I immediately saw Joel’s face turn as he shook his head, “No. I don’t work with rats.”

“Yeah, you do… Today, you do.” Henry said casually, “I live here, you don’t. That’s how I followed you here. I know this city. And that’s how I am going to help you and your family get out.”

“I don’t think we have much of a choice, Joel…” I said, trying to reason with him.

“Why would you want to help us?” Joel asked.

“I saw what you did the way you both killed those men. Even you, with your hurt wrist.” He said, nodding to me, “Now, I know where to go, but I don’t know how to make it through alive, not if it’s just me and Sam.”

“You seem capable enough. You’re armed.” Joel quipped.

“You’re wrong and wrong. Never killed anyone.” Henry said back, “And pointing an unloaded gun was the closest I’ve ever come to being violent… So that’s the deal. I show the way; you clear the way.”

Before I could say anything, all of our attention was grabbed by Ellie and Sam. They were sitting at the big table, on the opposite side of the room. Ellie was showing Sam a joke from her book causing them both to laugh. For a second, they seemed like two regular kids.

“Haven’t heard that in a long time.” Henry said with a small smile of his own.

Joel sighed as he looked away for a moment before turning back to the other man. “So how are we gettin’ out? And she’s not helping clear the way. She’s injured and pregnant. If I need the help, it’s going to be you.”

Henry nodded, and we began to discuss the plan. He took a piece of paper and drew a rectangle on it, each side having its own number written beside it as well. By now, Ellie had joined us.

“Highways,” Henry pointed to the numbers, “Downtown,” He motioned to the area inside the rectangle, “Us.” He pinpointed approximately where we were on his makeshift map, “This whole area belongs to Kathleen.”

“She’s in charge?” Ellie asked.

“Leader of the resistance,” Henry explained, “You can see the way we’re bounded by highways. They got people posted all around the inside perimeter. If we get close, we get caught. No question. So how do we get across?”

He tapped on the table to get Sam’s attention and signed to him the same question. Sam nodded and used to writing pad to respond. When he held it up, it said “TUNNELS.”

“Boom.” Henry said triumphantly.

“Kansas City has a subway?” Joel asked, confused.

“No, but they do have maintenance tunnels. There’s a bunch of buildings all put up by the same developers. And they share these tunnels, including… a bank building here,” He began drawing more on the paper, “So we enter the tunnels here… travel underground and pop up here. Westside North. Residential. There’s an embankment on the other side of the houses. We head down, pedestrian bridge over the river… free as a bird.” He threw down the pencil and clapped his hands once.

“You’re right. It’s a great plan.” Joel agreed, “So what do you need me for?”

“You notice anything strange about the city? I mean, other than the strange shit you’ve already seen?” Henry asked.

I knew where he was going with this. Ever since we left Boston, I had been on high alert of my surroundings. Especially once we rode into the city, and yet I had yet to see, or for that matter hear, a single infected person.

“There’s no Infected.” I said numbly. There was a not in my stomach as I knew where this was going.

“Oh, there’s infected. Just not on the surface. FEDRA drove them underground 15 years ago, and never let them come back up. It’s the only good thing those fascist motherfuckers ever did.”

“No. There has to be another way.” I said, shaking my head. Just the thought of going down there and facing one was making my stomach churn. I pulled out the chair beside me and sat down before running my hands over my face and then looking back at Henry.

“Look,” Henry began, “Everyone thinks that it’s full of Infected, including Kathleen, which means that we’re not gonna be running into any of her people.”

“Yeah, only dozens of infected.” I snapped. The more he talked, the more I hated the plan. I was on board earlier but now I was almost completely against it.

“No, because you see what I know is… it’s empty.”

“You’ve been down there?” I was thankful that Joel asked it so I wouldn’t bite his head off.

“No, but,” He began as I rolled my eyes with a scoff, “the FEDRA guy that I worked with told me that it’s clean, completely clean. They cleared it out. All of it.”

“When?” Ellie asked.

“Like three years ago.”

Joel scoffed at the same time I did.

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” I sassed.

“Okay, maybe there’s one or two, but you handle it.” Henry said.

“What if there’s more?” Joel asked.

“Or one of those blind ones that sees like a bat?” Ellie chimed in.

“Wait you… you ran into a Clicker?”

At the mention of that I stood back up abruptly. Our time in the museum flashed in my memories, which brought back memories of my first time in the museum.

“I’m going to go wait in the hallway.” I said to the group before turning and focussing on Joel, “Come let me know the plan once it’s decided.” I said before leaving.

I am not sure what came over me. But I felt overwhelmed by everything around me. After a few minutes, Joel came out and found me sitting against the wall, knees tucked to chin. He took a seat next to me.

“You okay?” He asked.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be a bitch or storm out… I’m just… I don’t know, Joel…” I said, quietly.

“Try to tell me what’s going on up there.” He nodded to my head.

“I just… it’s like all of a sudden, I was hit by this fear of everything that could go wrong or could have gone wrong in the past… Does that make sense?” I asked, almost embarrassed.

Joel nodded, “It’s called being a parent, welcome to it.” He teased slightly, trying to lighten my spirits, “I’ll be honest, part of it is because you’re pregnant, hormones make those feelings worse. But a good deal of it is just realizing that it’s not just you anymore that you’re worrying about.”

I nodded, “I should probably go apologize to him.” I said, moving to stand up as Joel did the same.

“Does it ever get easier?” I asked quietly once we were both standing.

“I’ll let you know if and when it does.” He said.

I smiled slightly at his response, he seemed to be warming up more to the pregnancy each day.

“Thank you, Joel.” I said sincerely. I knew he didn’t like to be soft and vulnerable, and for him to do so now was very touching to me.

He gave a small nod before leading us back into the room where the others were getting ready to leave.

“Alright, we’ll head to the bank and access the tunnels there. You ready?” Henry asked as I walked in.

I nodded, “Yeah, sorry for snapping at you… hormones, I guess.”

He shrugged it off, “No worries. Besides, I know we’ve all probably seen some shit in our lives, so I get it.”

“Alright, then, let's get to it.” Ellie said before turning to leave, the rest of us followed her out.

Once we got to the bottom of the building, Henry took the lead. He knew all the right alley ways to take and which buildings to cut through to get us to the bank building undetected. However, once we got there, I knew we wouldn’t stay undetected long. The sun was now up and the entire building was made of glass, making us easily spotted.

As if he had read my mind, Joel looked around and said, “We need to get outta sight.”

We looked to Henry on where to go, “Uh.. I, I-I think it’s this way.” He said, pointing in the opposite direction.

Well, that was reassuring. Regardless, we followed him that way. We weren’t running, but we definitely weren’t walking either. I was finding myself getting tired but I pushed on. Hopefully, Henry was right, and there aren’t going to be an Infested in the tunnels, and we would be able to stop for a minute.

He led us down more hallways until, eventually, he took us through a door and down a few stairs.

“This should be it. You ready?” He asked Joel.

Joel sighed slightly as he pulled his gun from his waistband, “Get your’s out too.” He told Ellie as he walked down the stairs to open the door first.

Although I wasn’t told to, and it would be difficult to shoot with my hand wrapped, I took mine out, too, just in case.

As Joel pushed the heavy door open it groaned as it scrapped against the ground. There was water dripping from the ceiling causing a musty smell in the tunnel. But the coast was clear so far.

“See, it’s empty! The plan is good.” Henry said fairly loudly.

“Shh.” Joel warned.

Just because we couldn’t see anything didn’t mean there was nothing here.

“The plan is good? We’ve been down here two seconds. We don’t know anything.” Joel said, shaking his head.

“Your husband’s kinda a pessimist,” Henry said.

I just shrugged. There was no point in telling him the truth now. He trusted us, and if he found out we had been lying since the beginning, that could break that.

“Just point your light forward…” Joel instructed the other man, “And be ready to run.” He glanced at me to make sure I was good to run in case we had to flee.

I gave a small nod, telling him that I would be fine. And with that, we began walking.

We walked in silence, aside from the eerie groaning of the old buildings above us. Eventually, the tunnel got narrower, and the ceiling got lower. This smaller section led to an area that had been painted with a mural that seemed to have been done by children. It was unsetting.

“Whoa.” Ellie said, looking at the art.

“We this isn’t creepy at all.” I muttered under my breath as we all glanced around at it.

Sam suddenly went up to open the door, causing my heart to skip a beat at the thought of him opening it and getting hurt by what could be on the otherside. Luckily though, Joel was ahead of him and stopped him. Henry then guided him to stand behind him with Ellie. On instinct I stepped in front of them and behind Henry. My gun was ready as Joel slowly opened the door.

It was much brighter in there. When we got in, and I had gotten a good look at it, I was honestly confused. It looked like a makeshift daycare or school. But what the hell was it doing down here, in the tunnels?

“What is this place?” I asked as we all continued to look around.

“I heard about places like this,” Joel began, “People went underground after Breakout Day. Built settlements.”

“What happened to them?” Ellie asked.

“Maybe they didn’t follow the rules, and they all got infected.” He said nodding to a board that had their “House Rules” on it.

The board read:

-Make sure doors are locked

-Ask for the password if you font know the visitor

-No shouting or noisy play

-Run to hiding spot when you hear the alarm

The last one sent chills down my spine. Ellie and Sam went over to one of the tables while the three adults looked around. There were still drawings up on the wall. One that stuck out in particular was one of two men with rifles that said “our protectors” below them. We eventually all split off, just observing our surroundings. I could hear Ellie talking to Sam, but I wasn’t retaining anything they were saying. It wasn’t until I heard Joel’s voice that I snapped out of my own thoughts.

“Hey, keep it down. We’re not out yet.” I glanced over to where Ellie and Sam were sitting.

“Ah, c’mon. Can we just rest here for a while?” Ellie asked, “There’s like actually shit to do here.”

“Wouldn’t be so bad to wait the light out a bit. Safer in shadows when we pop back out on the other side.” Henry added, looking at Joel.

Joel just nodded. I guess we were staying here for a bit. The three of us made our way over to the larger table, and all took a seat while Ellie and Sam found an old ball to kick around at the chalk line goal on the opposite wall. It was nice to see the kids being kids and playing, but that wasn’t enough to distract my racing thoughts. Joel and Henry were having their own conversation by now, but again, I couldn’t focus on it. It wasn’t until the end of their conversation that I actually heard anything Henry was saying.

“But you get it, though. You’re a father.” He said to Joel.

“Joel,” I said quietly, but enough to catch his attention, “Can we go talk privately?” I asked.

I could tell he was confused and caught off guard, “Yeah, sure.” he said regardless and stood up.

I didn’t say anything to Henry as I stood as well and followed Joel away from the table and the kids.

“If this is about what he did, I can’t blame him. Sam was sick. If it were me… I would’ve done the same.” Joel said once we were out of earshot.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Were you not listening to him?” Joel asked, equally confused.

“No… not really. I’ve been kinda zoned out…” he nodded for me to go on, “I think I made a mistake… I should’ve taken you up on going to get an abortion pill when you offered back in Boston.” I said, biting my lip to keep the tears from falling.

“We can’t bring a baby into this fucked up excuse of a world. A place where people are forced to hide underground from murderous Infected. What if we get back to Boston and we have to live somewhere like this? This is no life for a kid, Joel… or what if they get bitten? Then what, Joel? We watch them turn into one of them. Burn their body after putting a bullet in their head?”

I was working myself up to the point of feeling sick, but I had to get it all out of my head.

“We’ve already lost so much, Joel… what happens if we lose them too? I should’ve just gotten the damn pill and taken care of it. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Joel.”

I could tell he was shocked by the words coming from my mouth. I had been so admittedly against it, but now it seemed like I was regretting it. After a second, though, he took me into his arms. I didn’t have the mental energy to even cry, so I just held onto him like he was my lifeline.

“I won’t let anything happen to you or our baby, okay? I promise. I’m glad you didn’t let me talk you into getting that pill. I am happy, okay? Scared shitless but happy. Everything will be okay. Against all odds, I’ll make sure everything will be okay.”

I nodded against his chest but made no attempts to let go just yet.

“Hey, I hate to interrupt, but I think we should get going soon.” Henry said cautiously as he approached us.

I finally, slowly, let go of Joel as he did the same. He nodded, and we walked over to collect our things once again. Soon, we were back to walking through the tunnels. At some point, Ellie fell into step beside me.

“You okay?” She asked.

“Yeah. m’fine.” I said with a sigh.

“What were you and Joel whispering about earlier?” She asked.

Glancing at her sideways, “Nothing.” The way I said it, made it clear that she shouldn’t pry and try to get me to talk about it.

She nodded, “So, do you think you’ll have a boy or a girl? One of each?”

“Don’t put that on me.” I said, shaking my head with a small laugh, “But honestly, I haven’t put much thought into it… I never really thought I’d have a kid, tried my best not to, but shit happens, I guess…” I said with a shrug.

“Well, you already have an amazing daughter, don’t you?” He teased, referring to the lie I had told about her, Joel, and I being a family.

“Eh, she’s alright, I guess.” I teased back, it was nice to just talk and not think about everything from earlier.

We continued having a quiet conversation until we got to the exit of the tunnel. Once again, guns were ready as Joel opened it.

“Do you know where we are?” Joel asked.

“Yep,” Henry said, “The other side.”

He was looking at a sign that said where the tunnel we just exited from would lead to. We walked out, and sure enough, there was an old residential area ahead of us. We still kept quiet, though, and weren’t using our lights just as a precaution. However, once we passed a few houses, Henry broke the silence as he spoke to Sam, but clearly wanted us to hear him.

“No. No one is here. No one’s going to be here because… my plan worked.” He said triumphantly.

“So much goddamn talkin’.” Joel said from where he was leading our small group.

“I’m just saying… I delivered. Make this right, go down the street, embankment behind the last house…and we’re out.” He said.

“Don’t get too cocky yet; we’re not across that river,” I warned.

“So what happens when we cross the river? Where ya gonna go?” Ellie asked Henry.

“Don’t know yet.” Henry said.

“Well, we’re going to Wyoming.” Ellie said, causing both Joel and I to look at her.

“What? It’s a huge state. It can fit two more people.” She defended.

“Yeah, maybe we just call this one a success and say our fond farewells.” Henry said.

“No, he’ll change his mind, trust me. This is how he goes, ‘No, Ellie. Never ever ever happening.’ And I am like I am going to ask you a million more times. And he’s like-” Ellie said.

And honestly, I couldn’t disagree. Joel did have a rough exterior but I could tell when he was getting warn down. And it was starting to happen here. Slowly, but surly. But before I could voice my agreement, a bullet flew past our group.

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clockwayswrites · 1 year ago

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A Broken Sort of Normal (Start)

WC: 588 CW: (updating as the fic continues), Gen but ships may be added Danny Fenton/Wally West pre-relationship, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Major Injury, Minor Character Death

They were going to lose.

It's a simple, unavoidable fact and it hits Danny like one of Superman’s punches. He fumbles in his attempt to triage Barry’s leg before the limb was lost.

The man standing in the middle of the ruins of Metropolis would win. He and his army of hive mind clones would sweep across the rest of the planet. Humanity would fall.

They were going to lose.

He finishes tying off the field tourniquet, not sure how he manages, not with his hand slick with Barry’s blood. Something of his thoughts must be showing on his face because Barry reaches out and grips a weak hand around Danny’s wrist.

“Kid?”

It was still a stupid nickname. Danny hadn’t been a kid since before joined up with the Justice League as a field medic four years ago. But Danny was the same age as Wally and many of the other Teen Titans— all long grown out of that name— and so he got lumped in as ‘kid’ to the more senior heroes.

And now all these wonderful, heroic, brave people that Danny had come to be friends with were going to die. The monologue happening in the middle of the street made that much clear. No hero would be left alive; any chance of a future uprising would be snuffed out this very day.

Because they were going to lose.

Danny smiles softly at Barry and pries his hand away.

“Kid, whatever you’re thinking—” Barry could have no idea what Danny was thinking. No one could.

No one could, because no one knew what Danny could do.

Danny had played to the curse perfectly for seven years. A curse set on him in a stupid moment of one last teenage angst fueled vent. He had just wanted to be normal.

Sam and Tucker were going off to college. Danny wasn’t, not with his grades. Jazz was practically waiting for her girlfriend to propose. Danny couldn’t imagine even dating with his secrets. Jack and Maddie had a new contract with the GIW. Danny had stopped trying to reason with them.

Everyone else was moving on with their lives while Danny was stuck half dead. A freak of nature. A man out of life yet still living. A walking corpse.

He just wished he was normal.

He’d forgotten that he shouldn’t wish.

A wish is only a curse waiting to happen.

Well, he got it— his wish that was a curse. As long as Danny never used his powers in any noticeable way he would just be seen as a regular kid to the rest of the world— just plain, normal Danny Fenton. If he got caught using them even once— if he got caught being not normal, his powers would be gone, taken by the curse. Without his powers keeping his core humming happily along and sustaining his half dead body, Danny would be gone.

Danny had forgotten he shouldn’t wish.

But he did.

And suddenly, just like that, to everyone else, Danny was normal— no ghost attacks to fight, no GIW hunting him, no Team Phantom.

Sam and Tucker drifted quickly away without the team to bond them. Jazz checked in less and less— no need to worry about her little brother being shot. Jack and Maddie… well, they stopped having a reason to talk with him too. They had to prove the existence of ghosts! There was no time for… well, someone as normal as Danny.

Normal turned out not to be so great.

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AN: I got sent the the field medic prompt going around, for some reason? (there was no comment sent with it). It's a cute idea with some fun responses, but not really my jam to write. I'm not much into exploring ageless immortal, dimension hopping Danny in my own work. I have more of a weakness for exploring what makes Danny still human. And, as @mokulule pointed out: "I see you mentioning no angst XD".

(Have you all caught on yet that I like my angst?)

So of course I had to ask if I were to write field medic Danny, how would I get him there? And how would I hurt him once he was there? So I threw out all of the prompt and I bounced it around with Moku, her prodding me along with great questions and thoughts, and now here we are.

Because apparently my brain didn't want to warm up on one of my current ideas. This will be a one shot so help me-

(BTW: While in the very vaguest sense this started with a prompt, the above writing is not a prompt. This will be finished, it's 99% planned out already, just needs the writing.)

#dp x dc #abson #Danny Fenton/Wally West #quick death

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drawingjester00 · 2 years ago

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A small sample of the DC x DP fic I'm working on. It's a Damian/Danny (Dead Serious) fic

Danny wonders why these things always happen to him. This was just supposed to be an end-of-year trip to Gotham. One week he didn't have to fight ghouls or deal with Vlad's fruitloopiness. The universe hated him. At least that's the only conclusion that makes sense.

It started at one of Gotham's museums. Everything was great. They were looking at old stuff and he was joking around with Tucker and Sam. Then his ghost sense went off because of course.

It wasn't a surprise to see a few ghosts come in and start wreaking havoc. How did they know where to find him? He quickly got his answer when he saw Vlad. Vlad grabbed a random kid and fled. Sam and Tucker reassured him they got the other ghost to go after Vlad.

Damian was ready to body slam this vampire-looking man. Who the hell was he and where did he come from? The man turned them both intangible, going through several walls before ending up in a mostly empty room. The man tied up his wrist and ankles but left him otherwise unrestrained. Damian was able to press the call button on his watch.

"Hey vampire, you're a long ways away from Transylvania." Damian snarked.

"I'm not a vampire you insolent brat."

Damian rolled his eyes, "Then maybe you shouldn't dress like one."

Vlad went to retort but was tackled by Danny flying through the wall. Damian would have been surprised if weird shit didn't happen to him on the daily but still he had to put on a performance.

Damian looked at the fighting pair deadpan, "oh wow gee looks like I'm in quite a jam."

By the time Vlad was sucked into the phantom thermos Damian had already freed himself. Danny looked at the kid bewildered.

"You know staring is rude."

Danny scoffed, "I wasn't staring. Who the hell are you? What did Vlad want with you?"

"I have no clue. You came in before his villainous monologue," Damian paused before snickering, "is his name really Vlad? Like Vlad the Impaler, the original Dracula."

Danny can't believe he hadn't made that connection himself. He couldn't help but laugh. Damian raised a brow.

When Danny calmed he looked at the kid, "So kid are you hurt?"

"I would think that's the first thing you would have checked for. I could have bled to death while you went hysterical."

"Since when did twelve-year-olds get so snarky."

"I'm not twelve! I'm sixteen!"

"But you're so small."

"You are only a few inches taller than me. I'm also still tall enough to kick your ass. Who are you anyway? Batman doesn't like metas in his city."

"A what now?"

"A meta," a big man stepped out from the darkness, "You okay Damian?"

"Yeah, hood. Is it just you?"

"For now, yes," Red Hood looked at Danny, "who are you kid and why are you in Gotham."

"I'm Phantom and I'm supposed to be on a school trip but one of my arch nemesis found me but I stopped him so I should get going."

"I should go back to Hood. I'm fine and I'm sure the ghost boy would be willing to bring me back."

"Uh yeah sure let's go." Danny flew off.

Red Hood lowered himself and whispered, "keep an eye on him. If you have a tracker, use it."

"I'm not an idiot. I was already planning on it."

Danny flew back into the room, "you coming?"

"Are you gonna walk 'cause I certainly can't fly or phase through walls."

"Oh yeah. Let me just, " Danny scooped Damian up in a bridal style, "there we go. You ready now?"

Red Hood snickered as Damian turned red, squawking at the poor kid holding him.

"Put me down! Don't manhandle me!"

"Sorry but this is the quickest way."

Danny rushed off. Damian scowled like an angry cat. Danny chuckled, causing the other to start another rant full of foul language. Finally, Danny landed. Sam and Tucker were there waiting.

Sam gave him a confused expression, "Why are you carrying the youngest Wayne."

"Who?"

"Me dumbass! Put me down!" Damian squirmed.

Danny set him down. Damian adjusted his expensive uniform muttering. Sam grabbed Danny by the ear and pulled him aside.

She whispered," What are you doing carrying the Wayne kid."

"Vlad had him. Plus I still don't know who Wayne is."

"Wayne as in Bruce Wayne, " Sam pinched the bridge of her nose as Danny stared at her blankly, "Wayne as in Wayne Tech Industries."

"Oh… ohhhh. So maybe Vlad had him for some rich guy reason."

"We should keep an eye on him. He is just some pampered rich kid."

Danny nodded and went back over. He was surprised to see the kid was still there. He shuffled uncomfortably, unsure what to do from here. What he didn't see coming was the quick peck to his cheek followed by a growled thank you. Moments later the kid was gone.

Tucker grinned, "look at you, Danny. You just get all the rich babes don't you?"

"It was just a hero kiss," Sam waved her hand in front of Danny's face, "you still there."

"Yeah yeah just wasn't expecting that."

"Go change and catch up with the class."

"Good idea."

That night Danny patrolled the city. Gotham was a whole different beast at night. It was still busy, the lights were bright and the people were completely unfazed. He decided to take a break in the park. Not even five minutes he was being dragged by a vine. Now he was upside down face to face with a pretty green skin lady.

"Whatcha got there?" The blonde lady next to her asked.

"I think this is the mystery meta that Red Hood was talking about."

"He's a cutie ain't he? What do you think we should do with him?"

"Interrogate. Why are you flying around our city?"

Danny gulped, "just making sure none of the ghosts from the attack earlier weren't causing more chaos."

"Responsible young man aren't ya."

"Look I don't want no trouble I have enough of that —"

"Ivy put him down," A boy came down from the tree tops dressed in a costume, "he hasn't done anything wrong yet."

Ivy hesitated but she dropped him. Danny landed with an oof.

"You spooky kid come here."

Danny hesitated but went over. The kid narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue.

"Of course it's you. I heard about you," Damian walked over to Ivy, "I will deal with this," he gestures to Danny before putting his hands on his hips, "Isn't tonight date night?"

Harley smiles, "it sure is. Let's go Ives I think we can still make our dinner reservations."

Ivy grabbed Harley's hand, " be careful kiddo." She and Harley left the two vigilantes.

Damian went back over to Danny who just looked confused. So much happened in the past few minutes and he wasn't able to process it.

"You kid, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Uh patrolling."

"Gotham already has its team of heroes. We don't need you stirring the pot."

"I'm trying to help. I don't think Gotham's heroes know how to deal with ghosts."

"You don't know anything about Gotham."

"You know you're right. How do I know you're not a villain?"

"Because you would be in big trouble already. You're lucky those two are reformed."

"I guess you're part of Batman's crew although you're pretty short. I'm surprised the big bad Batman lets you out past curfew." Danny smirked.

Damian growled, "you better watch it, ghost boy."

"Oo did I strike a nerve."

Damian scowled and swung. Danny faked a yawn and went intangible. Damian ended up stumbling. He was quickly getting irritated. Damian tries to land a few more hits.

Danny laughed and pinched Damian's cheek, "so cute."

"I'm not cute. I'm gonna figure out what exactly you are and then I'm gonna kick your ass."

Before he could get another word in his ghost sense went off. It was the box ghost being annoying as fuck. Danny rolled his eyes before swiftly kicking his ass. Damian watched amused. Once the box ghost was away Danny was again at Damian's side.

"I didn't recognize that villain but you did adequately I guess."

"That's 'cause he is one of mine. He's a ghost."

"So you're both ghosts. Did you," Damian paused, "did you die?"

"Yeah, kinda I guess. I never thought about it that way."

"That is never easy."

"You say that like you have experienced dying."

Damian stayed quiet. Danny looked at him and was shocked. This boy had experienced death; his silence was answer enough. A million questions ran through his head but he shook his thoughts away and just hugged Damian.

"I don't know how that is possible but I'm not gonna question it."

Damian tense. It was weird the ghost boy felt so cold but it was comforting. Danny pulled away leaving a confused and blushing Damian. Damian was still standing there when Nightwing arrived.

#dp x dc #batfam shenanigans #danny fenton #batboys #dead serious #danny x damian #damian x danny #fiction #crossover #damian wayne #danny phantom #danny phandom

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spark-my-nature · 2 years ago

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It Takes Three to Tango (2) - DRW & SFK

Roooouuuuuuund two!

Chapter Summary: You, Sam and Danny figure out how this little predicament you've gotten into is gonna work. SMUT 18+

Chapter word count: 6.4K | Pairings: Danny x Sam, Danny x Reader, Sam x Reader. Threesome (MFM) with slash.

Warnings: Sexually explicit content, language, mentions of drinking. This fic contains slash pairings, so if that's not your thing, that's fine, see ya later!

Read Chapter One Here first!

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CHAPTER 2

Having driven to the bar in two separate cars, you and Danny arrived back home a moment before Sam would pull in the driveway after you. Following his quick stride to the door, you giggled as he uncharacteristically fumbled with the keys. Sidling up behind him, you smoothed your hands up his abdomen, resting your cheek against his back.

“Excited?”

Successfully jamming the keys into the lock, he swung the door open, wordlessly grabbing your hand and tugging you inside with an impatient growl. Slamming the door, he pushed you against it, his lips immediately seeking yours in a searing kiss.

Moaning in surprise against his mouth, you hooked your fingers in his belt loops and yanked his hips close. “I see,” you mumbled amusedly into the kiss.

He held your shoulder steadfast against the door, using his free hand to take one of yours from his belt. He laced his fingers with yours, a romantic gesture juxtaposed with the heated, aggressive way his lips attacked yours. He pinned your hips further against the door, rutting his stiffening groin against your thigh before shivering and gasping for air. Slowly, he fluttered his eyes open and locked his gaze on you.

“You have any idea how much I love you? My beautiful, enchanting, sexy-as-fuck woman,” he panted, smirking, sliding his hand up your shoulder to cup your cheek.

“Love you more, babe,” you grinned, playfully grabbing a handful of his lovely behind. He snickered, opening his mouth with a sassy remark, one that was quickly lost as headlights lit up his face through the window of the front door. His eyes lifted to peer out at the familiar Tesla peeling into the driveway, and given your proximity, you felt his heartbeat accelerate, and a nervous grin spread across his face.

As the slam of Sam’s car door sounded, you bit your lip, slipping out from under Danny to stand beside him as he opened the door.

Sam, already midway up the steps, slowed his over-eager jog and played off his enthusiasm, slipping his thumbs in his pockets and strolling towards you. “Ah, hello again,” he greeted, stopping in front of a smirking Danny at the entryway.

There was a brief awkward moment, all three of you a little unsure of yourselves, but then you giggled, making both boys look at you amusedly. “Well, let the boy in, Danny,” you teased.

With an eyeroll, he stepped aside. “Drink?” He offered humorously.

Sam nodded thoughtfully, kicking his shoes off. “Yeah, let me see the wine list,” he deadpanned, only cracking a smile at the sound of your laugh.

Danny, already opening the fridge, called out, “It’s a short list, unfortunately, there’s actually only two choices,” he straightened, “Take it or leave it.”

With his endearing laugh, Sam nodded, “I’ll go for the first one.”

As Danny pulled out a bottle of wine and began pouring, you faced Sam. His eyes glanced around the room, landing on you and doing a little double-take, grinning… nervously?

You couldn’t have that.

You raised your brows at him playfully suggestive. You gently reached out to him, and he cautiously took your hand, lips parting in a shallow breath as you guided him the short distance to the couch.

“So,” you broke the silence softly, “maybe we should uhh… get things out in the open?” You guided him to sit beside you,

With a shy laugh, he nodded, looking down, “Yeah, couldn’t hurt, huh?” He was uncharacteristically careful in his demeanor, now that the initial shock and lust had been tamed. Now, facing the reality of the very intimate evening ahead of you, his bravado seemed to be taking a severe knocking down. It was undeniably cute, this cautious, shy side of Sam’s personality.

Danny sauntered into the room, three wine glasses balance in his hands. “What are we talkin’ about?” He looked between you.

Sam took both yours and his, passing your glass to you. “Well, uh… groundrules, I suppose,” he furrowed his brow at you in confirmation over the rim of his glass as he sipped.

With a nod, you leaned your side into the back of the couch, knee bent and facing Sam as Danny sat in the chair beside the other end of the couch. “Okay, well let’s just put any, like, embarrassment to the side for now, right?”

They both nodded, Danny shifting to face Sam directly. Sam raised his brows, looking into Danny’s eyes.

“I… um,” Danny blushed, faltering under Sam’s expectant gaze. He ducked down, facing his lap with a nervous smile, snickering to himself. “Fuck, okay, uh… first of all, whatever happens tonight, doesn’t leave this house. Okay?”

Both you and Sam nodded, although the lanky boy beside you was now sporting a far-too-mischievous grin for your comfort. With a playful backhand to his bicep, you giggled, “We’re serious, no kissing and telling.”

Sam nodded, grin widening, “Oh, yeah, no of course.” He took another sip of the wine.

“Sam,” Danny gave a long-suffering sigh.

Sam held his hands up defensively as both you and Danny shot him affectionate glares. “Guys I won’t, I mean it, who would I even tell? I’m not exactly gonna go regaling the evening to dumb and dumber, am I?”

You snorted at his jab towards Jake and Josh, nodding your acknowledgement. “Okay, alright, I'm trusting you.”

Danny hummed his agreement. “Okay, good.” You watched the pink flush travel up his neck as he inhaled. “I guess the next question I have, uh…” Danny reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, and you noticed his knee bouncing subtly, a nervous tick of his.

Sam leaned forward, meeting his friend’s eyes. “You don’t have to be all shy, you know, it’s not like I’m gonna change my mind,” he joked, his lightheartedness easing the genuinely sweet and much needed reassurance.

Danny held his gaze for a quiet moment, then licked his lips and nodded, unable to look into his friend’s eyes for his next question.

“Well… okay,” he chuckled, shifting in the chair and taking a calming breath, gesturing to you and Sam. “I’m- I know you two, y’know, are gonna…” Sam nodded his understanding with a poorly concealed grin. Trudging on, Danny nodded quickly, “Right. So do you… are you okay with- or actually, do you want…”

His face was bright pink at this point, and Sam softly encouraged him, “Just say it, Daniel.”

Danny closed his eyes and huffed, “How do you feel about fucking me?”

It was dead quiet for a second, and because Sam was facing your boyfriend, you couldn’t read his face. Dread tightened in your throat, and you stiffened, ready to interject and try to help rectify the unbelievable awkwardness that was sure to come. You opened your mouth to speak, but you were cut off quickly-

Sam burst out in a cackle, throwing his head back. You watched, trying to interpret his reaction, but you saw Danny relax considerably as a bashful grin tugged at his lips, and you quietly exhaled in relief.

Sam shook his head fondly. “Oh my god, Daniel,” he trailed off in a giggle, settling back. His face was equally pink, to your surprise. “How do I feel about it? I’m here, aren’t I?”

Danny snickered, holding his hands out defensively. “That doesn’t necessarily mean, y’know, you and me, per se,” he defended weakly.

Sam cocked an amused brow, “Okay, well, in the spirit of, ‘getting it out in the open,’” Sam’s hand sought out Danny’s knee, “I want…” he grinned, shy now that it was his turn to do the talking. “I want you, too. I want just as much of you as I want of your lovely girlfriend.”

You bit your lip, excitement brewing in your stomach rapidly as you watched them. Danny met Sam’s gaze, and he nodded his understanding.

For a moment, they seemed at a standoff, neither brave enough to move first.

You couldn’t stand it anymore, your entire body feeling like a live wire, ready to catch fire. “Hey Sam?”

He tore his eyes away from Danny’s to give you his attention. A flash of pink caught your eye as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, hypnotizing you with the sheen catching the light of his lips. Weakly, you suggested, “You wanna see our bedroom?”

Sam’s eyes darted between your own, and he smirked, growing excited as he nodded. “Yeah, I do. Lead the way, doll.”

You stood, moving between your boys, taking both their hands with a grin. After they both clambered to their feet, Danny tugged you by the arm into him, capturing your lips in a surprise kiss, earning a pleased little squeak. Pulling away from his smug lips, you giggled, tugging him and Sam with you as you started to the hallway. “Save it for the bedroom, baby,” you teased.

Behind your back, Danny caught Sam’s eyes trailing down your body, watching your ass as you walked him towards the bedroom. Danny cleared his throat, Sam darting his eyes to his, and met the brunette with a teasing smirk.

Sam muttered to Danny under his breath, “What? I’m gonna see more than that, soon,” he sassed.

Danny bit his lip to hold back a laugh. “Exactly, you can’t even wait til we get to the bedroom to start ogling her?” he fired back.

You rolled your eyes at their terrible attempt at discretion. Through the door you led them, letting go of their hands to turn around and sit on the edge of the bed. “Quit talking about me like I’m not here, you dorks.”

Sam laughed, taking in the room as Danny came up in front of you.

“Can I kiss you now?” He asked playfully, leaning down. You hummed and pretended to think about it, to which Danny laughed and grabbed your face, pulling you into his kiss. You smiled against his lips.

Sam stood awkwardly behind you two, leaning back against your dresser, watching quietly. Pulling away from Danny, ignoring his soft whine of protest (although your lower half most certainly did not ignore it, as heat rushed south at the sound) and beckoned Sam over with an inviting nod.

He grinned and pushed off the dresser, coming over beside Danny with a questioning arch of his brow. You glanced at Danny, a silent confirmation passing between you both, and he gave you a loving nod. Shooting him a little grin, you then met Sam’s eyes, and leaning forward, you took a handful of his soft button-down, pulling him closer.

Sam inhaled sharply, a breathless little “Oh-“ rushing past his lips as he leaned down. Your impatience and desire was finally beginning to outweigh the nerves, and you rode that wave of confidence as you slipped your hand behind the boy’s neck, pulling him in with a grin and pressing your lips to his.

He simply held the kiss for a second, letting you both climatize to this new development. Then he pulled back ever so slightly, muttering a much deeper, "Oh," swiftly returning with his lips parted, sealing you into a much more intimate, heated kiss. Danny sighed heavily beside you, eyes glued to the show in front of him.

True to his nature, you felt Sam smirk, and sure enough, he pulled away a fraction, fluttering his eyes open and meeting Danny’s burning gaze.

“Hi,” Sam positively flirted, keeping those brown eyes trained on Danny as he gave your lips another, slightly sideways, kiss. You leaned away slightly and chuckled breathlessly, heart racing now that you were finally getting somewhere. Grinning up at Sam, he winked at you. “That’s nice,” he murmured.

You nodded, releasing his shirt from your fist and running your hand up over his shoulders. You marveled at how graceful, how pretty his body felt as your hands explored his chest and neck. “Feel free to do it all you want, handsome.”

Sam’s eyelids fluttered, smiling down at you and nodding once. Then Danny stood up from beside you, drawing your attention. Sam straightened instinctively, but Danny pointed to where he’d just been sitting, pushing Sam gently to take his place.

“Oh, alright,” Sam teased, batting his lashes brattily up at Danny as the man stood before him. “Push me around, why don’tcha.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Danny retorted, smirking down his nose at him.

Jokes aside, you could feel the tension, thick between both boys. You scooched over, leaving some room between Sam and yourself. Danny shot you a quick thankful look, crinkling his eyes, before sitting between you. You twisted around, folding your legs up under you as you leaned back onto the pillows.

Danny’s hand settled on Sam’s thigh, the tendons flexing visibly as he squeezed exploratively. For a moment they just drank in the hesitant, wanting face of the other.

Ever the less reserved of the two, Sam grew restless first and reached his hand forward, cradling Danny’s jaw timidly. Fueled by the reassurance of Sam’s reciprocated desire, Danny leaned in, both boys tilting their heads as they drew their faces together slowly. They paused for a second, Sam letting out a cute nervous giggle, and Danny closed the distance with a smile. You watched, chest awash with warmth as their lips met in their first kiss. Danny sighed with relief against Sam’s mouth, Sam chasing his lips selfishly before he could pull away, and Danny let out a tiny groan at the unexpected enthusiasm.

The reservation between them began melting away, their lips loosening and slipping openly together as any barriers that still stood between them were broken down. As they pulled away for a brief second, Sam fluttered his eyes open, drinking in Danny’s face before reconnecting their lips and brushing his tongue hesitantly against your boyfriend’s bottom lip. Danny’s eyebrows pulled together, his hands reaching up to grab Sam’s face as he slipped his tongue out in response.

A high-pitched, whimper of a noise tumbled out of Sam’s pouty lips, causing you, lost in the steamy show playing out in front of you, to moan under your breath, pressing your thighs together.

Danny grinned devilishly against Sam’s lips at the sound, turning and crawling onto the bed. Sam turned as well, and mirrored Danny’s kneeling position, giving you a front row vantage point. Danny wasted no time, leaning back in the moment Sam had settled in front of him. Slotting their lips together once more, Sam pawed at Danny’s toned thigh. You sighed, devouring them both with your eyes.

Danny’s eyes opened, and locking with yours, he gave Sam another hungry kiss while holding eye contact from the corner of his eye. Your jaw fell open, and as Sam slowly pulled away, his eyes darted between the two of you as a smirk grew on his face.

Subtly wiping his chin of spit, Sam’s voice had taken on a breathy, seductive quality. “I think your girl feels left out, Daniel,” he observed. “You wanna take care of that, or can I?”

Sam turned to you, cocking an eyebrow questioningly, even though his question was directed at Danny. You smiled wide and nodded, and Danny purred, “I think its only fair you do it, pretty boy.”

Sam’s head whipped back towards Danny at the pet name, a shudder rippling through his thin frame. “Okay,” he agreed raspily, eyeing Danny almost submissively.

You tugged Sam towards you, locking eyes with him as you remarked to Danny, “I… I think he liked that, babe.”

Sam blushed, sputtering a bit before you giggled and pulled him to you by his shirt collar, kissing his already swollen lips. He whimpered softly into the kiss, to your delight, and you mentally reveled in the distinctive differences in Sam’s kiss versus Danny’s. While Danny was steady, firm and guiding, Sam was eager, definitely submissive, and notably more desperate.

A thought popped into your head and you pulled away, giggling softly. Sam smiled dopily, likely dazed from kissing you both in quick succession, and he teased, “What could you possibly be laughing at?”

You cocked your head, “Who’s the better kisser, me or Danny?”

Danny, from his vantage point at the foot of the bed, smirked playfully, a noticeable dark gleam in his eye despite his laidback expression. “Yeah, Sammy,” he cooed.

Sam, smiling bashfully, rested his hand over your collarbone, long fingers sweeping under the undone neck of your top.

“You’re both good,” he snickered, “it’s different, I guess, kissing a girl versus a guy, though, I couldn’t say what’s better.”

Danny let out a dismissive “Psshttt,” swatting the air, and you huffed, “Lame.”

Sam laughed, moving to pull away. “If you’re gonna make me pick favourites all night, I’m not gonna fuck either of you, so cut it out.”

Grinning wide, you pulled Sam back into you by his shirt, summoning your bravery and manhandling the lanky boy around your body and sending him onto his back, flopping beside you against the pillows. He laughed softly as he looked up at you expectantly. Glancing at a pleased-looking Danny, you winked at your boyfriend before swinging your leg over Sam’s lap and straddling him.

Sam’s breath hitched, looking up at you and settling his hands on your hips. “Oh- Hello there,” he chuckled, stunned, as apparently you taking the reins so suddenly short-circuited his brain. The shift in power sent a thrill down your body, and chasing the control, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed yourself into him, enough to feel his heart pounding against your chest.

“Hi,” you whispered, at eye level with him now, winking at him. You then peered over your shoulder and reached out for Danny, who took the wordless guidance and moved across to lean back beside Sam in your previous place.

“You comfy, pretty girl?” Danny teased, nodding at your seat of choice on Sam’s thighs as he settled into the spot. You giggled, nodding, and running your hand down the boy’s chest. Sam inhaled deeply, looking expectantly between you both, and in a move that stole your breath, Danny took your chin and turned your face towards Sam’s, guiding you to kiss him.

You moaned into Sam’s mouth as your lips met. The directed kiss had you practically blacking out with lust, and acting on pure impulse and animal instinct, you firmly rolled your hips into his. The fingertips on your hips squeezed, with a muffled grunt of surprise and lust sounding from deep in Sam chest.

Danny exhaled quietly, “You should see yourselves,” you heard him lick his lips, “Both of you, so hot.”

You broke the kiss reluctantly, melting into a goofy smile that you shared with Sam. You then copied Danny’s move, turning Sam by his jaw towards your boyfriend and grabbing Danny by the back of the neck, pushing them together.

Both boys chuckled shyly, but easily allowed your coordination, capturing each other’s lips much more freely the second time.

“Agreed,” you muttered breathlessly, drooling over your boyfriend making out with your longtime friend inches from your face. Sam’s sharp jawline flexed as he kissed and licked into Danny’s mouth, leaving his ear exposed. Leaning forward, you took his lobe between your teeth, nipping then sucking at the velvety soft skin. Sam gasped raggedly, his hips bucking into your pelvis of their own accord. You whimpered as you felt the semi he was now sporting. You breathed into his ear, hoping to spur him on, “Isn’t Danny just the best kisser?”

Danny smirked into the kiss, awaiting Sam’s reply, which came in the form of a helpless, needy little “mhmm,” lost in Danny’s commanding kisses.

Frustrated with the barrier his shirt caused between your exploring hands and Sam’s skin, you leaned back and began unbuttoning. Curious what he’d do, you innocently continued, “Yeah, he’s so fucking good with his mouth.”

Sam pushed Danny back impatiently.

“Fuck-“ he breathed, sounding winded. Facing you, he stole your breath with a dark devouring look as you undid the last button. “You’re just loving this, you little devil.” He fought the offending article off his shoulders, causing him to lean into you. You giggled, helping him pull it away and tossing it away.

“I’d like it better if you weren’t so fucking clothed,” you replied, “but we’re getting there.”

Danny licked his lips, following suit and shucking his shirt over his head, curls messily settling around his face as he sat back. Both you and Sam drank in the drummer’s bare torso, undoubtedly with matching expression of need. Danny casually lifted his arms in a stretch above his head, innocently putting himself on display as he flexed his biceps.

You felt a finger pulling your lip out from where you’d tucked it under your teeth, looking over to find Sam now eyeing you.

“Seems like you’re the most clothed one here, doll,” he smirked, thumb tracing your bottom lip. Danny watched, intrigued, settling back, arms above his head against the pillows. “Yeah, honey, fair’s fair,” he agreed, biting his lip through a pleased smirk.

You fixed Sam with a challenging smirk. “Take it off me, then, Sammy, if you’re so desperate.”

Sam cocked an eyebrow at you, and you anticipated the bratty response before it even left his lips. “We’ll see who’s desperate soon, don’t you worry,” he sassed, fingers already lifting the hem of your top, not even bothering to unbutton it. You wiggled out of it with his help, unveiling the sheer pastel bra Danny had helped you pick out, but had yet to see you wear it.

As you lowered your arms, sweeping your hair over your neck, you shyly watched both boys drink you in, Danny muttering a low, “Oh shit.”

Sam’s lips parted in a speechless exhale, his hands resting on the small of your waist at either side. You wordlessly glanced at his hands then back at him, permission granted in the form a quick, encouraging nod. Sam bit his lip, hard, swallowing and sliding his hands up your sides slowly. You shivered under his gentle touch, pushing your chest forward as his hands smoothed around your ribcage to your sternum, then finally outwards to cup your breasts through the paper-thin lace.

Danny let out a quiet groan under his breath, and Sam’s brows furrowed, his hands beginning to massage your breasts gently.

“So hot,” Sam breathed. You sighed, letting your head lean to the side.

Bringing himself up to his knees, Danny shuffled his way around to kneel behind you. Sam’s hands went to leave your chest, but Danny’s hands shot out, grabbing his delicate wrists and firmly placing his hands back over your tits.

Your lips parted, letting out a needy whimper and leaning back against your boyfriend’s familiar warm chest. It rumbled with his smug voice, “You like his hands on you, baby?”

Sam’s lips curled in a shit-eating grin as he fondled you, swiping his thumbs over your hardening nipples. You inhaled sharply, nodding once and craning your neck to try and meet Danny’s lips. He satiated you with a short kiss, then turned you to face Sam with a firm hand on your jaw. With a gentle but commanding tone, he told you, “Eyes on him, baby, he’s the one feeling up your pretty tits.”

Sam peered up at you, a devilish grin accompanying his wink. It faltered, though, as Danny’s hands retreated to your back, unclasping your bra nimbly. He pressed a reassuring kiss to your neck as he pushed the straps over your shoulders and, as Sam let go of your boobs, allowed it to fall away, revealing your bare chest.

Sam’s breathing faltered, and he swallowed harshly, his hands finding your breasts against swiftly, long fingers kneading your skin. Danny brushed his lips up the column of your neck, kissing a trail to your favorite spot behind your ear as your hands reached back to hold onto his hips. His teeth nipped the skin there at the exact moment Sam chose to gently pinch both of your nipples. The combined sensation caused your knees to buckle, a short cry flying out of your parted lips.

“Sammy, fuck-“ you arched your back, pushing into his hold on your breasts, and Danny let out a strained groan under his breath, right behind your ear.

Impatiently, Sam brought himself upright, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your chest as he leaned forward, sealing his lips around your left nipple. The moan you let out was embarrassingly needy, but he seemed to enjoy the noise, as he hummed a moan of his own into your breast as his eyes fluttered shut. Danny hooked his chin over your shoulder, watching Sam with a controlled inhale. He ground his stiff crotch into the swell of your ass as you laced your shaky hand into Sam’s silky hair.

“She’s got perfect tits, doesn’t she, Sam?” he praised breathily behind your ear.

Sam released your nipple, squishing your breasts together and groaning softly with a nod. “Literally perfect. So fucking pretty, babe.” He lifted his gaze to yours, smiling boyishly. You smiled back, heart fluttering at his praise.

Danny nipped at your ear, his hands roaming your sides. “You wanna show us a little more, honey?”

Sam raised his brows at you hopefully, and you blushed, smiling bashfully. Scratching lightly at his scalp, you nodded. “Yeah, I guess you deserve it.” You felt Danny grin against your neck.

Sam’s smile doubled, and as he watched Danny’s hands wrap around your waist from behind, he reclined back into the pillows to enjoy the show.

Danny’s agile fingers popped open the button, then tugged the zipper down. You leaned forward, helping him work the shorts over your hips and down your thighs. Together, you shimmied them off your legs, leaving you in the lacey panties that matched the already-discarded bra.

When you glanced at Sam, his pupils had dilated, drowning out the comforting honey-brown irises you associated with the safety of Sam. His eyes on you now felt exciting, thrilling, and a little dangerous.

You could practically feel the heat on your skin as his eyes traced along the lacey waistband. Danny honed in on the lust in his friend’s eyes, currently burning holes through the fabric, and with a smirk, he helped you kneel in front of him once more, your back pressed to his bare chest.

Summoning all your bravery, you kept your eyes on Sam as you softly murmured, “You wanna watch him touch me?”

Sam let out the breath he was apparently holding that whole time, making you smile. His eyes flashed up to your own, returning the grin, “I wanna help him touch you, but he can start us off, I guess.” He winked at Danny, and you heard the breathy chuckle by your ear.

“Well somebody has to show you how it’s done first,” Danny teased, to which Sam scoffed dismissively, and your breath hitched as his broad hands snaked around your hips, his left gripping your waist as his right snuck its way under the hem of your panties.

Sam’s eyes locked with yours, and as you felt Danny’s pointer and middle finger part your lips and drag your pooling wetness up over your clit, you let out a pathetic whimper. Sam’s jaw dropped, followed by his gaze, tracking Danny’s hidden movements between your thighs.

Danny let out a strained groan through his clenching jaw, pressing a kiss to your neck as he began circling your clit gently. “Shit, she’s so wet already,” he goaded, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You let your head fall back onto your boyfriend’s strong, warm shoulder, your eyes fluttering closed with a soft moan.

Sam drank in the show for a few moments, his breathing increasingly labored, until you began grinding your hips up into Danny’s feather-light touch, seeking more friction against your dripping wet folds. His patience then seemed to fly out the window.

“Danny, take ‘em off,” he roughly asked, "please." You lifted your head to look at him, finding his hand firmly palming the obvious bulge in his pants. “If you’re okay with that,” he continued, meeting your eyes, a growing flicker of desperation in his.

You nodded, biting down on your lip and waiting for Danny to follow through. After a still moment, you looked over your shoulder, and found his eyes locked on Sam’s hand, slowly rubbing up and down the length of his erection through his pants.

You smirked wide, pecking his cheek. “Baby?” you prompted innocently.

He blinked, tearing his eyes away and finding yours, confused for a second before he blushed, “Oh, yeah, right, panties.”

You giggled, and Sam grinned bashfully, looking down. You leaned forward on your hands and knees, face leveling with his. He met your eyes as Danny began working your panties over your ass and down your thighs, and you smiled mischievously, placing your hand on his thigh and sliding it up to his groin slowly. You cocked an eyebrow questioningly.

He watched in suspended awe, breathing out a soft, “Fuck, please,” paired with a consenting nod and a harsh swallow. Your smile widened, your fingertips meeting the solid outline of him. Danny began kneading and groping your ass behind you, and you caught Sam’s eyes flickering occasionally from your hand to your breasts. He let out a sigh of relief once you began massaging and palming his length, an absent-minded nod encouraging you.

Apparently feeling left out, Danny pouted above you, “Come back,” tugging your hips back against his own. You giggled, straightening up again. You widened your knees, and Danny groaned breathily as his fingers returned to your now exposed, parted core.

“Oh my fucking God,” Sam whined, drawing both your attention to his face, glued to Danny’s fingers spreading your lips and swirling around your clit.

“She’s so fucking soft and wet, Sammy,” Danny told him, gently pinching your clit, earning him a gaspy whimper, “She feels like fucking heaven.”

A lazy smile curled up your lips, “Daniel, it’s not nice to tease.” You craned your neck, meeting his hungry lips in a kiss that was far more intense than you had bargained for. Was he putting on a show just for Sam? Or had the entire situation really gotten him that worked up?

You were interrupted by Sam’s pleading voice, “Please let me touch her, Danny, fuck, let me feel her?”

You moaned, breaking away from Danny’s lips, nodding at Sam quickly, Danny’s curls tickling your cheek with his own nod. “Touch me, Sam,” you breathed.

Danny smirked, “He asked me for permission, pretty girl, maybe I’m not ready to give you up yet.”

Sam looked ready to get on his hands and knees to beg for it, but you saved him the effort. “Who says you have to give me up? You can both have me, I want you both.”

You broke away from Danny’s hold, crawling beside Sam and laying on your back. Danny followed, settling on his elbows between your thighs, and you reached for Sam’s shoulder, guiding him to lean over you on his side. His face hovered over yours, his expression vulnerable, excited, but a little unsure. His hand reached up, tucking your hair behind your ear and cupping your face, breaking you out in a wide smile.

“So sweet,” you whispered.

He gave you a crooked grin, his boyish face melting your heart. “I can be,” he returned, matching your hushed tone.

The moment was interrupted by the slow, wet drag of Danny’s tongue up your slit.

Your free hand shot down to push his forehead away gently, despite your whimper of surprise. Breathlessly giggling, you looked down between your legs, shaking your head at his cheeky smile.

“Do you mind?” You teased, making Sam laugh beside you, a brief intermission from the deliciously tense atmosphere. Facing Sam again, you beckoned him down into a gentle kiss, smiling at the vibration of him humming in satisfaction. You pecked his lips, grinning, and biting your lip, you took his hand, guiding it down your body. Sam quickly took control, staring into your eyes, and letting his hand slip between your thighs, dampened with Daniel's saliva.

Danny’s mouth occupied itself, nipping and sucking at your thigh, a front-row view when Sam’s fingers parted your lips, slipping the long digits through your folds. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan, Sam letting out a shuddery breath, eyes burning into yours as his fingers began circling your clit ever so gently.

“Oh fuck…” Sam sighed, watching your expression twitch with pleasure.

Wrapping your hand around his wrist to keep him in place, you sighed, arching into his touch. He licked his lips, your faint little moans egging him on.

“More?” he whispered, raising an eyebrow. You bit your lip hard, nodding quickly. He nodded back, “Course, babe, anything.” You smiled lazily, letting your eyes flutter closed.

Sam’s fingers traveled south, locating your entrance blindly, and with a single callused finger, he pushed inside. Moaning simultaneously, he slid it in and out, your hips fucking back against his hand instinctively.

“Fuck,” you whined, every sensation so intense from the long buildup. You felt, more than heard, Danny’s groan against your thigh, and you lifted your head up weakly, grinning down at him as Sam’s finger drug delicately against your walls. He winked up at you, with a hungry smirk.

Sam paused his movements, catching your eye again. “Do you, um- Can I go down on you?”

You clenched around his finger, brows furrowing. “Mmm, please, if you want-“ Sam cut you off, nodding quickly, “I want. I want it,” he blurted, already shifting his way down the bed.

Danny climbed off his stomach, gesturing to his place in sarcastic invitation. “Best seat in the house,” he quipped, petting your thigh in goodbye.

Sam chuckled, “Yeah, for us.” Danny looked down at him, confused, and Sam smirked. “We can let her decide her favorite seat after.”

You laughed, flushing at the implication and flopping your head back at his joke as he settled between your thighs. It dissolved into a choked moan as Sam swiftly licked from your entrance to your clit, bringing his hands up to paw at your thighs.

Danny settled above you, watching you enjoy yourself smugly. “Feel good princess?”

You nodded weakly up at him, Sam beginning to suckle at your clit, flicking his tongue teasingly. Your hand tangled in his soft hair, whimpering, and Danny chuckled darkly. “Is he being a good boy for you?”

Sam groaned loudly into your wet slit, slurping audibly as he nodded into you. You twitched, bucking against his mouth with a gasp.

Danny looked down, observing Sam jealously for a moment, licking his lips enviously. “Yeah, you better eat that pussy right. Prove you deserve to put your cock in it,” he uttered.

You looked up at your boyfriend in shock, a rush of heat forcing your hips to grind into Sam’s face involuntarily, chasing your pleasure. Sam, losing himself between your thighs, flexed his back, grinding against the mattress with a drawn out groan. “Please,” he mumbled against your clit, the vibration making it twitch.

Danny grinned ferally, turning to you. “Hear that, baby?” he cupped your jaw. “You taste so good, he’s begging for it.”

Sam lifted his face for a second, replacing his tongue with his thumb. “So fucking good,” he slurred, diving back between your folds and shaking his face side to side, burying himself in your core.

Your stomach tightened, crying out as you tugged at Sam’s hair, and he shifted his weight, wedging his elbow between himself and the bed to bring his fingers to your entrance. His middle and ring finger curled into your heat, stroking and massaging your walls as he sucked needily on your clit.

You grabbed Danny’s arm, squeezing and digging your nails into it as you tightened your fist in Sammy’s hair. “Sam- Oh fuck, fuck I’m cumming, please-“

He groaned encouragingly into your lips, steadily continuing with his enthusiastic fervor.

Danny growled, gripping your jaw. “Good girl, you cum all over his pretty face, baby,” he rasped, eyes darkly flitting between yours.

Your eyes rolled back, spasming and twitching through the waves of your orgasm, riding out the intense contractions around Sam’s soaked fingers. Through your ringing ears, you heard Sam whining as he lapped up your wetness, retracting his fingers and sucking them clean.

Danny pet your hair soothingly as you came down, panting and slowly unclenching each tensed up muscle in your body. “So pretty, sweetheart, you came so hard,” he praised, kissing sweetly along your cheek, stopping at the tip of your nose.

You smiled faintly, looking down as Sam lifted up on his hands, crawling over you. “I made her cum, let me kiss her,” he grinned, and Danny rolled his eyes with a smile, letting Sam take his place. You cupped his face as he met your lips in a gentle, grateful kiss.

You whispered as he pulled away, “That was fuckin’ amazing, Sammy.”

He giggled, shrugging one shoulder coyly, “Glad you enjoyed yourself as much as I did.”

He laid along your body, leaving you sandwiched between both men. You shifted, beginning to stand up, shrugging off both boys’ grabby hands with a giggle. “I gotta stand up, move around for a second, I’m not going anywhere!”

Looking down after you found your footing, you pouted at their pants. “Besides, why am I the only naked one in this room?”

Danny shot Sam a dirty grin beside him, biting his lip. “You first,” he joked.

Sam crinkled his nose as he laughed, “Fuck no, same time.”

Danny rolled his eyes, “Kay, fine, go.”

You perched at the edge of the bed, watching eagerly as they both shoved their pants down, kicking them off the bed and settling back, left in just their boxers.

Danny looked up at you, “You just gonna watch for a minute, baby?”

You shared a grin with him, nodding happily. “Hell yeah, just gonna take a second and I’ll join the fun again,” you winked, settling yourself comfortably at the foot of the bed.

"Mmm, alright, you little voyeur," Danny joked affectionately.

"Exhibitionist," you retorted, giggling.

He bit his lip, returning his attention to the boy beside him. "She may be right," he confessed coyly, eyeing Sam's lithe form beside him shamelessly.

Sam tore his eyes away from where they'd been glued to Danny’s prominent bulge, blushing awkwardly. Danny hesitantly took his sharp jaw in his hand, tilting it up. Sam’s eyes darted between Danny’s, his pouty lips parted attractively.

Swiping his thumb against his pout, Danny murmured quietly, “You sure you want this?” Searching the bassist’s eyes for any trace of regret.

Sam’s lip quirked into a challenging smirk, eyes dipping to Danny’s lips. “Don’t back out on me, now, big boy."

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queen-of-deans-booty · 2 months ago

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Paint It Black: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: A case takes you, Sam, and Dean right into a church where Dean confesses his fears about you. You're the love of his life and trapped inside his head while he waits for your soul to purify. He didn't think things could get worse but can they or did Dean find the one thing that can give him hope?

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Dean steps into the confessional and knocks on the small window that separates his booth from Father Delaney's booth.

"Yes?"

"I'm here to clean house. I need to get some things off my chest."

"Alright. When you're ready."

"Where do I begin?" Dean scoffs.

"'Bless me, Father, for I have sinned', is usual."

"Right. That. Listen, I've been in love with the same woman since I was nineteen. I married her nearly three years ago and we have three children together. One is adopted, and I wasn't so keen on having him at first but now I love that kid. My wife used to be so caring and loving. She'd do anything to protect the ones she loves. Now... all I see is a monster. Everything she stands for is gone, and I don't know how to get her back. I thought she'd always be my best friend, someone I could always turn to.

"Lately, it seems like she keeps slipping from my grasp with each and every minute that goes by. She's not a good person anymore, Father. She constantly threatens to cheat on me, but I don't think she ever did it. I honestly don't know. She knows what to say to hurt me. She knows what to do to hurt me. She doesn't care.

"It's kind of my fault, really. I'm the one that let her... She did something for me so I wouldn't be alone and I shouldn't have let her take it. It turned her into this monster, and I don't know if I'll ever get her back. What if I said I... If I didn't want to die, that I wasn't ready?"

"Are you expecting to?"

"Always," Dean chuckles. "The life I live and the work I do.... I pretty much just figured that was all there was to me, you know? Tear around, jam the key in the ignition, and haul ass until I ran out of gas. I guess I just thought sooner or later, I'd go out the same way that I live--pedal to the metal, and that would be it."

"But now?" Father Delaney asks and looks at Dean.

"Now, um, recent events, make me think I might be closer to that than I really thought. I don't know. I mean there's things, there's people, and feelings that I want to experience differently than I have before, or maybe even for the first time."

"Is your wife holding you back from doing that?"

"Had you asked me last year, I would have said no. Now, I'm not so sure. I'm just starting to think that maybe there's more to it all than I thought."

"Learning there's more to the universe than your tiny world can be a frightening discovery. Do you truly believe in God, Agent? Because that can be a comfort."

"I believe there is a God, but I'm not sure he still believes in us. Thanks for listening."

Dean leaves the confessional and approaches Sam who stands. He's been waiting patiently in one of the pews.

"My turn," you smirk.

"You want to confess?"

"I've sinned a lot. I think it's time I get some of it off my chest, don't you?"

You go into the confessional booth before Sam and Dean can stop you. Father Delaney looks at you and nods once.

"Welcome, my dear. Whenever you're ready."

"Yeah, my husband just came out of this booth. I bet you heard some sob story that I really couldn't care less about, but I figure it's only right you hear my side of the story. I used to care about things, things that really don't matter now, things that are useless like husbands and children."

"If they are such a waste, then what's the point of even living?"

"Power. I have an immense amount of power, and I can do a lot with it. I see what it does to Sam and Dean when I use my power. I know it hurts them but it brings me so much joy to see them in pain. The chaos humans bring fuels the power inside of me. It's my job to feed it."

"You mean metaphorical power?"

"I mean magical power. I was cursed with this Mark from the devil but I've learned it's not a curse. It wants power so it gave me magic to fuel it. It wants me to cause pain and I am more than happy to do that. My husband and his brother don't want that to happen. They don't understand. I've been with these two my entire life, Father. If they felt what I felt, they'd want to feel like this all the time.

"Hurting people is what I do best, and all they want to do is save people. That just means I'm going to have to hurt just as many people as they save because at the end of the day, it's me or them, and I'm very good at choosing me."

You leave the confession booth without another word, and you walk over to Sam and Dean who have worried looks on their faces.

"What did you say to him?"

"The truth. Don't get all pouty on me. I gave that ghost something to freak out about."

You three hung out at the motel to pass the time until Dean got a call from the nun who he swore he wasn't hitting on. You head back to the church and meet her in the basement. Apparently, there is a female ghost that's been haunting the church.

"Sister Mathias, what is going on?" Sam asks.

"I never mentioned her to you because it didn't occur to me she was connected with the murders. Ever since I've been here I've come across restless spirits of all sorts. They're all kind of sad and harmless. Eventually, the poor things go to their final rest."

"Wait a second, you're comfortable around ghosts?"

"As a spiritual person, I've accepted many planes of existence. As I said, they've all been harmless. Isabella was my friend. We had a lot in common, including painful love lives. I wanted to protect her. She showed back up three weeks ago when stuff from her home arrived. It came from a monastery in Tivoli. Her family's treasures found their way to the church, as with many of the great houses of Europe."

"You get that she got here just before the murders started happening?"

"I finally realized that, and then I heard the three of you and it made me wonder. That's when I read her journal. It was given to her father right after her death."

Sister Mathias picks up Isabella's journal.

"Vengeful spirit, just like we thought," Dean mutters.

"Yeah, but from 16th-Century Florence. She's probably buried in Florence."

"I assume she is," Sister Mathias says. "The journal ended right after her trial." She hands the journal to Sam. "Piero's death was so horrific that she was convicted of witchcraft. They sentenced her to burn at the stake."

"I wonder if I'd be burned at the stake," you comment.

"If she was burned, her bones would have been, too."

"Something here is the tether that ties her to this place. It's probably the journal, where she wrote about her life." Sam turns to Sister Mathias. "Why don't we see if we can't find Isabella and try to slow her down? I'll burn all this stuff."

"Her journal, too? Is that necessary?"

"Yes, it. Sam, burn it. You two are with me."

You and Sister Mathias follow Dean out of the basement, leaving Sam alone to burn everything. Dean takes out his EMF reader and starts looking for Isabella while you absentmindedly pick at your fingernail.

"I don't see how she could murder these people if she was tethered to the church."

"She could possess a person inside the church, ride out, and get yanked back after the kill."

"Ghosts can be shot?"

Dean holds up his shotgun.

"This is rock salt. If we spot her, it'll slow her down."

"It'll piss her off more," you state. You walk into the main room of the church and see Father Delaney lying on the table, gutted. You smirk and walk past Dean over to Sister Mathias who has yet to see the body. "What a shame. Isabella got to Father Delaney."

"She's around here somewhere. We got to get you out of here. Come on!"

Before Dean can do anything, Sister Mathias smacks Dean in the face so hard that he goes flying across the hallway. You don't have time to bask in the joy of her kicking Dean's ass because she turns to you with the same deadly look. You grin and flash your eyes red to show her that you're not to be messed with.

"I don't think so, sister."

You blast her back with your magic but instead of a one-and-done hit, you keep your magic surrounding her and use it to pull Isabella out of Sister Mathias. With the spirit not possessing the young woman anymore, you blast her back so she's out of the way and turn to Isabella who looks more pissed than before. She runs at you with the intent to possess you but you grab her throat and slam her against the wall.

"You really aren't good at this, are you?" you laugh.

"The priest had to die. He made it his business to forgive you pigs when what you do is unforgivable."

"Sam! Burn the journal!" Dean yells loudly.

You push a glowing red hand to her chest and start to absorb her power, making her weaker by the second. She cries out in pain but you suck as much of her power as you can. By the time Sam burns the journal, your entire body is high. This high is nothing like what you've experienced before. Isabella pushes you away and you stumble backward just as she goes up in flames.

"Euphoric," you grin and lean against the wall.

The Mark craves power and you're more than happy to give power to it from any source. First, it was from Cain, then Isabella, and who knows next? You might be sucking up human souls just to feel this way again. On the way home, Dean looks at you through the rearview mirror to see you playing with wisps of red magic.

"You know, you were in that confessional for a long time." Dean gives him a weird look but Sam passes it off. "I'm just saying, I'm your brother, Dean. If you ever need to talk about anything with anybody, you have somebody right here next to you."

"Okay."

"I heard what Sister Mathias was saying about, you know, hiding pain by taking on a mission. I know that's what you're doing a little bit, and it's okay. I mean, it's fine. I get it. I've done it before, too, but I don't buy for one second that the Mark is a terminal diagnosis, so don't go making peace with that idea. There has to be a way. There will be a way, and we will find it. That's what we do. So, believe that."

Dean meets your eyes in the rearview mirror. You have a challenge in your eyes that dares him to say it. He swallows down his fear and looks at Sam.

"I told you, Sam. We're not looking for it. Drop it. I mean it." Sam doesn't have to look at you to know why he said that. To get his and your mind off the Mark, he decides to talk about something you did. "You sucked that ghost's power like it was easy."

"And?"

"You've never been able to do that before."

"Well, I've never been this person. I can do a lot of things you don't know about."

"That's why you want to go hunting? To steal power from people?"

"I got to give you credit where credit is due, Dean. You might look pretty and dumb, but I guess you got a brain floating up in there somewhere, right?"

Dean and Sam choose not to say anything else to you. They don't know what to say that will be beneficial for everyone. Instead, they sit in silence the rest of the way home. You leave the Bunker to go to the bar, Sam goes to his room to unwind, and Dean heads to the library. There has to be something in here that will tell him more about the Scarlet Witch. He finds the journal of all the Sapphire Witches but none of them mention anything about a Scarlet Witch. Dean grabs a few books that might be of help and sits at the library table, hell-bent on figuring out what it's going to take to bring you down.

You have to have a weakness, and he's going to find it.

Dean spent all night reading everything he could about the Scarlet Witch, and he didn't realize he had fallen asleep until he heard his phone beep next to him. He grows frustrated and slams the books closed. He gets up and slams his hands against his thighs angrily, and every single book on the table goes flying off it across the room. He looks down at his hands and his eyes widen in shock.

"Sammy!" he yells as loudly as he can. "Sam!!"

"What? What happened?" Sam asks as he runs into the library. "Whoa, what happened?"

"I think we have a problem."

Dean turns to his brother with blue magic pouring out of his hands.

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jensenscomedyelbows · 3 months ago

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SPN FIC REC FEST #2

kinks/whump

*disclaimer: all Wincest unless otherwise specified*

*assume all recs are rated EXPLICIT*

*and that all participants give AND receive*

(I’m aware this outs me as having a one-track mind that rhymes with Skinfest. I’m okay with that.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1450051

BRAND SPANKING NEW by lazy_daze and mickeym

Kink: Spanking, Preseries. Teenagers. Dean gets angry and spanks Sam…who likes it.

https://andreth47.livejournal.com/33899.html

THOSE DAMN PINK PANTIES by andreth47

Panty kink. Preseries. Teenagers. Poor Dean. He has to deal with Rhonda Hurley, blue balls, pink panties, and Sam

(this author passed away many years ago now, but LJ has her fic library in Memorial status)

ALL the Wincest andreth47 ever wrote in this journal is FIRE, and it’s all still online

https://destina.livejournal.com/363746.html

HIGHER LEARNING by destina

Kink: Threeway

Wincest with a lucky, lucky OFC

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44594722

SAM WINCHESTER’S POST-BREAKUP CARE PACKAGE COURTESY OF DEAN WINCHESTER by kestra_troi

Kink: Masturbation Size kink :D

As part of a healing process after a breakup (Eileen), Sam jerks off.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/179913

PLAUSIBLE DENIABLE by leonidaslion

Kink: Masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism Preseries. Dean finally has some alone time with his dick. Part of a very fucked up story known as the Suite Verse, which is for my fellow freaks out there who enjoy a little Dean sub action and a lot of dom boy!king Sam/end of the world BDSM action.

However, this particular chapter is for my Dean girls who enjoy him jerking off and possibly/probably getting caught. By Sam. There are probably at least a few of us :D

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8723434

TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS by rue37 [archived by sinfuldesire_archivist]

Kink: Masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism

This was the very first fic I found when I finally decided to just google Sam and Dean fan fiction, having never in my life read any sort of fan fiction AND not knowing the terms “Wincest” or “slash.” 🥹 You could say it popped my Wincest cherry? I COULD NOT believe my luck. And it was on fanfiction dot net at that time. Season 1, post-Jessica. Sam gives in to temptation at long last. With olive oil. Guess who catches him in the act and won’t leave? Mentions of het, but no in-story het.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/809862

DINNER AND A MOVIE by morgana

Kink: Masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism

They jerk off together to porn sometimes in their skanky motel rooms, so what?

https://bewaretheides15.livejournal.com/11663.html

THUS IT IS PROVEN by bewaretheides15

Size kink. They call Sam “Trigger” at school after someone saw him naked in PE class showers. Trigger was the name of Roy Rogers’ famous horse back in the day. Dean CANNOT let go of this fascinating fact. *fic not moved to AO3*

https://britomart-is.livejournal.com/64706.html

THE AIR MOVES TO FILL THE SPACES WHERE MY BODY HAS BEEN by britomart_is

and

https://britomart-is.livejournal.com/90995.html

THE FRIGHTENED INCH BETWEEN OUR SKINS by britomart_is

Kink: Voyeurism, exhibitionism. Classic fics, around 6K words each, from 2008 that more people should read. Unspecified time period, but Dean is at least 21. Multiple OFCs…until there aren’t. Another one that we’re fortunate to still have access to in 2024.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/6437

THE PTHONUS VERSE by leonidaslion

45K words. Kink: BDSM. Let me take you to a gay bar, gay bar 🎵 Sam and Dean go undercover in a leather bar. In eyeliner and sequins and tight leather pants. Sam finds his inner dom, Dean his inner sub, and then they also take turns hurting each other. Mildly, I think? It’s been a looong time since I’ve read this one, so I’m hazy on details, but maybe some knife play? It’s fantastic if that’s your jam, and it’s usually isn’t mine. Like, at all. But this one is a masterpiece.

#spnficrecfest #kinks/whump #lotsa kinks here people #wincest #number 2

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laurel-finch · 9 months ago

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'I Don't Bite' S1.Ch10: Winds of Change

Summary: Returning to the Winchesters does not meet expectations... Referenced Episodes: S1 E16 "Shadow" CW: Alcohol. Arguing. Normal Supernatural things. Another ridiculously long chapter, my b. Word Count: 8209 Recommended Song: Winds of Change -- Scorpions Previous Chapter -- Masterlist -- Next Chapter

I gnawed on my lower lip as I jammed another number into my phone, praying that this time one of the brother’s would pick up. I had a handful of Dean’s phone numbers and only two of Sam’s, but I knew they had more that they hadn’t felt the need to share with me. It all came down to which phone they were actively using for the case they were on. There was no consistency with them.

I glared down at the number I knew to be linked to Dean’s ATF persona. There was a chance he would answer, but it was slim. I really needed a better way to get ahold of the brothers. I sighed and hoped I would have better luck with Sam as I dialed one of his numbers next.

After six long rings, the call dropped. No answer. I pinched the bridge of my nose and kicked at a pebble in the middle of the deserted motel parking lot. Apparently, I'd need to call all of their numbers.

Three numbers in I finally heard a receiving click on the other end and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello?" came Sam's gruff voice on the other end. I was surprised to hear his voice instead of his older brother's.

"Sam? Hey, it’s me," I heard a lot of shuffling from the other end, like he had bolted upright from shock. “Where, um… where are you guys?”

Sam was silent for a beat before speaking again. "Is everything alright?" I flinched at the wariness in his tone.

"I'm fine, Sam. Better than fine actually," I answered quietly. I placed my other hand over the speaker of the phone and turned my back to the motel parking lot conspiratorially. My voice dropped to a soft tone. "Look, I… I know it’s been a while and you probably don’t want to see me, but-"

"I do," he interjected quickly and I clamped my mouth shut. "Believe me, I do- we do. But what about your pack? And, well… I mean, Dean’s pretty pissed. He’s been pissed. He’s been throwing himself into this hunt for dad."

I frowned at the worn pavement beneath my feet. I figured he would be mad at me, but facing the reality of the situation hurt regardless. Maybe I could just… ignore it all. Go back to my pack, forget it ever happened. Like I never met them. Would that be easier?

No. No, that would hurt more. I mentally cursed myself for getting so attached. "Did you tell him why?”

"Yeah, yeah I tried to explain it to him. But… well, look at it from his perspective. Dean’s spent his whole life killing, and the one time he decides not to…" he sounded distraught and I heard more shuffling from the other end.

He didn’t need to finish his thought for me to know what he meant. Dean had done me a favor by not killing me when we first met. At the time it hadn’t felt like much of a favor – maybe death would have been safer. But now, with how much our lives had changed… it was understandable that he was frustrated. The one different choice he made led to a human being killed and me running off without a word.

I fell silent, pondering what to say next. How was I supposed to explain to them why I left? I think Sam understood better than he was letting on. It wasn’t too dissimilar to why he left for college, although his reasoning wasn’t nearly as bloody. But Dean… it made sense that he would be hurt…

"I want to see you, Sam – both of you. I want to apologize to Dean, but I can't do that unless I see him."

Sam sighed from the other end. "OK. I'll… keep you updated on where we are.”

After a flood of profuse thank-yous and Sam's chuckles, the line finally went dead. He had given me a location amongst my gratitude and I was already slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

—

After half a day of travel, the sun was setting and I was thoroughly exhausted. Upon seeing the welcome sign that coaxed me into the small city I stretched my arms high above my head and allowed myself to slow to a steady walking pace.

Oddly enough, my heart felt heavy, like something severe was weighing on me. It was... an odd sensation that I hadn't felt in a very long time - not since my parents were still with me. Oddly enough, it was less of a weighing feeling and more of a tug. The tug itself was heavy, and it felt like it was pulling on a part of me that I didn't want to be released.

Something didn’t feel right.

I hummed and frowned slightly, my eyebrows creasing with worry. Maybe it was a mistake to come looking for the Winchesters before the pack? I had half a mind to turn back, but... I still didn't feel ready. If Sam and Dean were afraid of what I had done, how would my pack feel? They depended on the stability and different lifestyle my home provided. I kicked the occasional large stone out of my way as I traipsed down the road, headed toward whatever lay at the end of it. Hopefully a warm bed.

After another thirty minutes of walking, something I grumbled about to myself, I finally spotted dim lights behind a row of thick pine trees. My ears pricked at the sound of the engines roaring to life in the early night, something that oddly warmed my heart and made me want to prance. It wasn't long after that the stench of alcohol hit my nose.

The bar was a brick building on the edge of town, a neon sign glowing above the door and the building itself set into the corner of the block. The occasional car or motorcycle was parked out front. I smiled and brushed my hand affectionately over the front of an older motorcycle – I had always wanted to learn how to ride them. I wondered what it felt like to be on something so small, barrelling down a highway faster than I could run.

My eyes rose, scanning the line of cars until they settled on a sleek older model across the street. My eyes widened and a grin tore across my face. It was the Impala.

I whirled toward the door so fast that I nearly fell over, tripping over my own feet like a stumbling drunk. My senses dulled as the stench of alcohol hit my nose once again. The harsh smell practically threw me off my feet and made my eyes water. I couldn't place any other scent amongst the heavy, bourbon-filled air and that alone sunk anxious claws into my lungs, oxygen being stolen from them.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, grounding myself. The overwhelming scents and smells were driving my wolfish senses crazy, as they still hadn't calmed from my last escapade with the brothers. It had been weeks since I was in a room with this many people. I felt small and large at the same time. Small with worry and nerves. Large with fearsome hunger.

I rolled my shoulders and took a few more deep breaths, sifting through the heavily masked scents. My eyes flew open as a familiar scent hit my nose and I struggled to keep the rising gold color down.

Cherries.

I pushed my way through the crowd of drunkards and bikers. It was exactly the kind of scene Dean liked. Loud enough to quiet his own raging thoughts. Dark enough to dull the headache behind his eyes. Music he could get lost in, and a drink that burned just right.

"Hey," I spoke cautiously as I sat beside him and rested my forearms on the bar counter. Dean spared me a glance from the corner of his green eye and suddenly jumped. He did a double take out of shock and turned to me with wide eyes and parted lips. As suddenly as his surprise had come, it was gone and darkened with spite.

"What do you want?" he growled and took a long sip from his whiskey glass, failing to hide his frown.

I frowned, my brows knitted with frustration. I could already tell this wasn't going to be a good conversation. "I came to apologize."

Dean scoffed and tightened his grip on his glass. "Apologize for what? Abandoning us without a word?" he exhaled and glared at me. "That's not something I'll accept an apology for, sweetheart." I bristled. Although most of his nicknames were endearing, this one was spat out like it burned him.

"I had my reasons, Dean. You know I wouldn't leave without a good one-"

"Do I know that?" he snarled, spinning his stool to face me. "Cause it seems like you don't give a damn about Sam or me, or how we felt." I winced and opened my mouth to speak. He shushed me with a raised finger. "So what's your excuse? You got tired of us holding you back from going apeshit?"

Ow. I glowered at him. "You know I would never do that."

"Yeah? You seemed pretty content when you had your teeth sunk into Jared Bender's heart." I winced again, my glare cracking. "You didn't even know his name, did you?"

"He was trying to kill Sam," I growled, trying to justify my actions. "You would have done the same."

"Damn right I would have killed him. I would have shot his ass dead, would’ve been dead before he hit the dirt. But I certainly wouldn't have torn him apart and strung his organs around the room!" he growled between his teeth. He tried to keep his voice low, despite the uninterested roar of the bar occupants.

I balled my fists in my lap and glared at him as he twisted to face me. His jaw was set sternly, lips pressed into a thin line. It was the same look he gave Sam when the two argued. “You’re a hypocrite.” My tone caused my words to lose their bite.

"I'm a hypocrite? You fucking killed and nearly ate a man, and now you're trying to justify it to me!" he snapped, one corner of his mouth drawn up in a sneer. "You left Sam and me without a word! And now you're crawling back here to apologize and call me a hypocrite?"

My blood was boiling and once more my senses were raging. I couldn't quite grasp it, but it almost felt like a separation inside me, one side longing to beg for forgiveness and the other itching to sink its fangs into Dean's neck. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes, struggling to ground myself again.

Maybe a few months as friends wasn’t enough to convince him I wasn’t worth the trouble. Maybe he should’ve aimed for the head when we first met.

Without missing a beat I snapped back at him. "Quit acting like a girl whose prom date stood her up. I had my reasons and if you'll shut up for a few minutes, I'll tell you what was going through my head," I exhaled shakily and glared, steeling myself for his own reproachful response. "I left to protect you, to protect Sam, and to protect everyone around you. I wasn't stable – you know that, you saw it. So stop talking like a self-righteous prick."

Despite the quick tongue-lashing, I still didn't feel better. I hadn't said half of what I wanted to. If I could have given Dean a glimpse inside my thoughts, I would have in a heartbeat.

His frown remained stalwart on his features, furrowed brows unyielding. His viridescent eyes surveyed my own with contempt and barely contained anger, an emotion I mirrored. Eventually, his gaze reluctantly dropped back to the beer I had passed him, which he took a swig of. I felt a small victory until he spoke up.

"Get out," he grumbled.

"What?" I demanded with equal, if not more, frustration.

"Get out," he ordered more firmly this time with rage coating his words. I blinked in confusion – not just at his harsh words, but at the gripping pain in my chest and the harsh scratching, I felt in the back of my mind, like something fighting to escape. It struck me that Dean was really, truly angry with me for leaving, despite my reasoning – and from what I knew of him, he wasn't just going to forgive and forget.

He swore under his breath and whipped his head toward me, eyes raging with rage and, to my amazement, pain. "Are you deaf?" he snarled lowly, "I don't want to hear your excuses. Fuck off." He gripped his beer tightly and guzzled it then slammed it onto the counter.

Wrath hit me like a semi-truck, and that familiar clawing sensation I kept hidden in the back of my thoughts lunged forward. Those nagging thoughts took the form of my wolf, black fur ruffled and fangs bared in anger.

Whatever wolfish instincts I had let escape were now clawing to take control. For the first time in a long time, I felt like two beings at once. As I had surmised earlier, I had the very human side that wanted nothing more than to avoid conflict, that just wanted to apologize to Dean and work things out. But my monster side...

I gulped and glared viciously at Dean.

I felt a rumble low in my chest, a familiar rumble that I had last felt with my father. My wolf wanted me to tear into Dean, a human that we had somehow bound to our pack. Now this pup was blatantly challenging me, as she put it. She snarled at him and I resisted the urge to follow suit.

She was pacing in my mind, stalking back and forth, her molten eyes fixated on Dean. My own eyes faded to match the warm gold of hers, whiskey-colored in the faded glow of the bar lights.

I hadn't even realized just how much I was shaking. My wolf wanted out, wanted to shred him for his disloyalty. It was an odd feeling to be separated from a piece of myself, although the more I focused on her, the more I realized that we had been separated for a long time. For years, I lacked the fluid mobility between myself and my instinct, not the mobility that I once had. I hadn't had it since I was fifteen. It felt like I was holding back a tidal wave of torrential emotions, a painful instinct that wanted me to embrace the monster I was and chow on some hearts. Not Dean though. She wanted him back in his place as my... pack member? Was that what she- I viewed him as?

Dean swore again, finally breaking eye contact. He reached for his beer with a shaky hand and took another final swig before wiping his mouth and standing. "Fuck this," he grumbled, "I'm out."

He hadn't even made it three steps before something in me snapped and I snarled. "Sit your ass down before I sink my teeth into you and drag you back."

Dean whirled on me, chest heaving with fury. I turned my blazing golden eyes on him, slowly, with my mouth set into a firm line and eyebrows slightly drawn together. It struck me that this was the same look my mother had given my father when she was pissed as all hell, a look that clearly said he needed to shut up if he wanted to keep his testicles intact.

Like my father, Dean responded with a slack jaw, opening and closing his mouth in surprise and confusion. His resolve, although still strong, was withering.

I nodded toward his vacated stool. He sat and shot me an angry glance, trying (and failing) to mask his nerves.

I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm my nerves. I stretched my fingers, feeling my joints pop after being balled into tight fists for god know how long. With a sigh, I locked eyes with Dean once more, his narrowed and wary.

"You know full well I had to leave, Dean." I snapped. "If I hadn't left, I guarantee you would have eventually sent me home, thinking my pack could help. Don't act pissy with me for doing what I felt was right."

Dean glowered and his nostrils flared. "Having a reason doesn't change that fact that you left without a word-"

"- If I had told you I was leaving, would you have asked me to stay?"

"Of course, I would have!" he hissed and leaned forward. "Whether you like it or not, you're part of this family now. I'm not going to just let my family walk out on me like that."

"That's the problem, Dean!" I argued. "I know that, if you had asked, I would have stayed! Sam wouldn't have asked, he would accept my decision and move past it, because he’s made that decision before for himself! You though, you would have gotten so caught up in your familial ideas that I wouldn't have been able to leave!"

"What's so wrong about staying with us!? About staying with me!?" he shouted back, a snarl set on his features. My eyes widened and he followed suit, realizing just what he had said.

"Dean, I had to leave," I uttered quietly. "For the second time in my life, I royally fucked up. I needed- need to get back on the same page. You know that feeling better than most."

"Why are you risking it?" he grumbled. I smiled weakly.

"Because you're my family too, Dean. Whether you like it or not, you're part of my pack now. You're family," I answered quietly. His own eyes softened. "Are you still mad at me?" I inquired with a nervous smile.

"Hell yeah, I'm still mad," he grunted. "But yeah... I get it. Wish I didn't, it would make staying mad at you a hell of a lot easier."

My nervous smile grew to a true grin, the gold fading from my eyes. My wolf scoffed and sat back on her haunches, melting into the background of my thoughts.

My human side had won yet again.

"Don't think you're off the hook," Dean huffed and stood from his stool. "You've got a lot of work to do to make it up to me, Scooby."

"Would pie be a good first step?" I teased, standing up with him.

His expression softened slightly. The harsh lines of his scowl faded and the corners of his mouth dipped down in a frown. His brows pinched inward, hiding slight surprise. “It’s a start.”

—

Unlike his brother, Sam was happy to see me. I practically threw myself at him when I saw him in the motel room. Dean sulked and ate his pie while Sam and I caught up, discussing hunts and my own journey.

"Wait, so what do you mean you can't change shape?" Sam said, raising a forkful of pie to his mouth. "Isn't that, like, literally part of being... you?"

"Kind of," I uttered through my own forkful. "It's a mental barrier. Sometimes I can get it… close, sometimes I can't. The times that I can take multiple tries and usually it's kind of painful. Hurts my joints."

"What kind of mental barrier? Like a trauma barrier or you just don't want to?"

I huffed and reached for another bite of my slice. "I don't know. It's... it's like my mind knows I won't always be able to control what I do in that form. It's like a piece of me is trying to keep that instinctive part of me tied down."

I heard a snort from behind me and spun to face Dean, who was sitting at a little table under the window next to the door. "Why're you talking like it's two separate people? It's still you, right?"

I exhaled softly, choosing my words carefully when I spoke up. "Yeah, it's still me, but it's a side of me that I'm not very... in touch with. I haven't been in a long time."

"So your wolf is that instinctive part of you that you're keeping 'tied down'?" Sam inquired. I nodded.

"I think so. And she's been a lot rowdier since Minnesota. Over the years I've just... made a habit of keeping her chained down so that I don't have any screw-ups."

"And yet," snapped Dean, "you still didn't have a strong enough grip on her." He shoved a large bite of pie into his mouth and chewed, his jaw tensing. I practically wilted and stared down at my feet that were stretched out in front of me. His opinion on the matter had changed so drastically since before I left.

"Dean!" Sam hissed. "I know you're pissed, but you don't need to be an ass-"

"It's fine, Sam," I uttered. "He's not wrong." I huffed and brushed a hair out of my face. "I know it's not an excuse but... when my pack is involved, I just lose control. I'm going to keep working on it," I sighed. "I've never had a pack before – never wanted one – so, it's all so new to me. And now I have to worry about six skinwalkers and two humans that have somehow wormed their way into my family-" Dean winced. "- I've got to worry about my self-control and make sure I don't kill anyone, I have to figure out these damn whispers, and-"

"Hold up," said Sam, throwing up a halting hand. "What whispers?"

I paled. I hadn't meant to let that slip out. I didn't want the brothers to worry about whatever weird-ass whispers I had been hearing - I knew that they'd get fixated on figuring it out and potentially killing whatever it was. They didn't have the time or resources to help me with that -- hell, I didn't even know if it was actually a living thing talking to me. For all I knew, some celestial entity was trying to give me advice. At worst, I was going nuts.

"I- uh," I stuttered over my words. I jumped as Dean stood, tossing his paper plate in a trash can and sitting on the bed beside Sam. I refused to turn to him and continued staring at my feet and my place on the floor. "I've just been hearing these weird whispers. It's nothing too crazy-"

"Whispers are pretty frickin’ crazy,” Dean remarked firmly. I frowned. "Keep talking."

"There's not much to tell, Dean," I snapped, twisting to face him with a scowl. "I just hear this whisper. When I try to follow it, it... it shows me things."

"It shows you things?" Sam asked, wrinkling his nose in confusion.

"Yeah," I sighed. "Like, I was chasing it when I met Marcus and Caeden. I just... followed the whisper and it led me to them. And with Calliope, it was... it wasn't whispering. It was screaming, frantic. It made me frantic. It knew she was in danger and it took me to her."

Dean swore under his breath. "How long have you been hearing these things? What are they saying to you?"

I scrunched my brows in thought. "It's been about three months I think? Maybe a little more?" Dean scoffed.

"And you're only telling us about this now?"

"Well, what was I supposed to say!?" I snarled back. "'Oh hey Dean, just wanted to let you know that I might be going a bit crazy, cause this voice I know literally nothing about it talking to me'!?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. "That is exactly what you tell us! And then we help you figure out whatever the hell it is and maybe kill it!"

I huffed and turned away from him, crossing my arms over my chest. "I don't think it needs to be killed."

"What?" Dean growled and leaned forward, "What if it leads you into danger huh? What if it drags you into something you can't handle!?"

I whipped around to glare at him. "Would you even care, Dean? Last I checked, you didn't want me around anyway."

"Guys," Sam silenced us with a warning tone, snapping out of his deep thoughts. "Quit going at each other's throats, it's pointless."

"She wouldn't go for the throat, Sammy," Dean growled, balling his hands into fists, "She'd go for the heart."

"If you don't shut the hell up I will beat the shit out of you," I hissed back.

"I'd like to see you try," he snapped back.

"Would you two just shut up!" Sam snapped and glared at the both of us like he was ready to maim. "We've got bigger problems than you dumbasses not getting along." Dean and I fell silent, dropping our harsh gazes from one another and onto the floor. I could practically feel Dean's blood boiling - he was seething. I was too. I hated the way he was talking to me, treating me. Sam placed his hands on his face, dragging them down languorously, and sighed out of frustration. I perked up as he said my name. "What are the whispers saying to you?"

I hummed in thought. "Things like 'come', mostly," Dean snorted and I glared at him. "Last time it said 'see' and 'go'. Pretty much as soon as I realized something was wrong it changed what it was saying."

"Is it always only one word?"

"Yeah, one word at a time. Usually, there's a long pause and then it says something else. Last time... last time it was screaming so loud that it felt like it was clawing inside my skull," I mused for a second, mulling it over. "Pretty much every other time it's been like an existential thing like I was chasing someone just ahead of me. That time it felt like it was... pushing me, almost. Like it was urging me forward instead of urging me to chase."

Sam ruminated for a few moments, looking puzzled. Finally, he turned to Dean and muttered, "What do you think? Have you seen anything like that in dad's journal?"

Dean shook his head and fiddled with the odd-looking charm hanging around his neck. "No, I haven't. Honestly, sounds like a possession of some sort," his words faded into deep thought. His eyes rose to meet mine. "Can skinwalkers even get possessed?"

"Not that I know of. To my knowledge, you have to have a soul to get possessed."

Sam's eyes widened and he leaned forward with interest. "You don't have a soul?"

I shook my head. "Don’t think so. My dad told me it's why we don't go to heaven or hell when we die."

Dean quirked a brow. "Then where do you go? And how did he know?"

I shrugged. "For all I know there's nothing after death for monsters. It's just... over..." my shoulders slumped. I had always hoped that my father was wrong, that maybe there was something, anything after death. I didn't want it to just be over.

"Well, if it's not possession," Dean grumbled and leaned back on his hands, "maybe it's a demon?"

"Dean, why would a demon be talking to her?" Sam countered. "It's not like she can sell her soul."

I frowned. "What if it's not anything bad? What if it's, like, her? Instinct? Maybe I just subconsciously know when something is wrong with the pack?"

"No," Sam stated. "It can't be that. You said it led you to Marcus and Caeden? They weren't part of your pack at the time. Unless your instinct latches on to potential pack members nearby, I don't think that's it."

“Well if it were that, it would have led me to Sasha, Booth, and Andrew long before you guys rolled into town.”

“Unless they were the catalyst that sent your… pack honing abilities into overdrive?” Dean offered.

"Whatever the reason is for it talking to me-" I started, referring back to Sam's previous statement, "- as long as the thing stays out of my way, I don't care what it says or leads me to."

Sam chuckled. "Fair enough. We can figure out our game plan for dealing with this thing later." The younger brother yawned, covering his mouth with his hand.

"We?" I questioned teasingly. "I don't remember agreeing to that."

Dean huffed and stood from Sam's bed and marched toward his own. He flopped onto the bed, landing on his back and locking his eyes with the ceiling. "Damn right this is a 'we' operation. No way in hell are we letting you figure this out on your own."

I chuckled dryly. “Doesn’t sound like you’re mad at me anymore.”

He scoffed. "Sure, soon we'll be frolicking in a meadow full of flowers together."

Sam chuckled with me as he rummaged through his bag, hunting for a toothbrush within it and setting out a set of clothes for the following day. "Alright, you two," he said, "we've got a hunt tomorrow, so enough talking."

I quirked a brow, my grin falling away. "We've got a hunt?"

Sam nodded and hummed in response. "Murder in Chicago."

I barked out a laugh. "Yeah, like that's uncommon for Chicago." A rustling caught my attention and I turned to see Dean rummaging through his own luggage.

Sam smirked down at his bag and turned to face me, toothbrush in hand. "This is the second one in two months. Two people found dead in their apartments, no sign of forced entry."

My brows rose in surprise. "Spirit maybe?"

Dean huffed. "We were thinking a cursed object. No way a spirit could move between houses like that." I nodded in agreement. I wasn't exactly knowledgeable on all the spiritual aspects of the supernatural world – ask me anything about certain monsters, and I could answer more than most hunters. But ghosts, psychics, witches... those were all foreign. Hell, I had only heard stories about psychics before meeting Missouri Moseley.

"We'll find out what it is soon," interjected Sam, always the mother of the group. "Just get to sleep - especially you, Dean, since you'll be driving tomorrow."

Dean grumbled something under his breath and flopped back onto his bed, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes. I grinned and made my way toward a rather large armchair in the corner of the room. I dragged a cushion off the chair and motioned for Sam to toss me a pillow. To my delight, he tossed two and a heavy blanket that had been folded and lain across the end of the bed.

After putting together my relatively comfortable nest, Sam turned out the light and the sound of peaceful snores filled the room.

—

The Impala rolled to a halt on the side of the packed road and Dean expertly parked against the curb. Sam sighed and ruffled his hair, scanning the newspaper seated in his lap.

I leaned forward and gazed out the front window at the apartment building before us. The room was somewhere on the third floor. I fiddled with the hem of my costume and followed the brothers out of the car, my eyes following Dean as he moved toward the trunk and withdrew a toolbox. He had hardly said anything to me since the night I got back. The most he would do is give me the necessary information for the case or give me a clipped answer to a question.

I missed bantering with him. I didn't like this odd silent treatment I was receiving from him. It put me in a bad mood every time he gave me a brief answer or even none at all. I wanted nothing more than to scream at him to get over himself and just forgive me already.

"You know," Dean started as he paced down the sidewalk toward where Sam and I were standing, "I've gotta say, dad and me did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a high school drama dork." He grinned and swung his toolbox lazily at his side. "What was that play you did?" he asked Sam, a smirk dawning on his features. He stumbled for a moment, struggling to remember the name. "What was it - ‘Our Town’? Yeah, you were good, it was cute."

Sam scoffed and a blush tinged his ears and cheeks. I chuckled, punching him teasingly in the shoulder. "You never told me you were in a play, Sam."

He chuckled nervously and turned his head to me. "It was a long time ago, and I really didn't have a big part. I was a background character."

"Main character in my heart," Dean teased. Sam rolled his eyes.

"But honestly, Dean. This getup helps us look the part. Do you want to pull this off or not?" Sam quickly changed the subject.

"I'm just saying, these outfits cost hard-earned money."

"Whose?" I countered and glared teasingly.

"Ours. You think credit card fraud is easy?"

It didn't take us long to reach the third floor and the door of the victim. The landlady grumbled and fumbled with the keys before pushing the white door open to let us in.

"Thanks for letting us look around," Sam said to her politely. Dean and I paced around the hallway, him fumbling with the alarm system while I checked for any signs of forced entry on the door.

"Well, the police said they were done with the place, so..." she trailed off and sauntered into the room with Sam close behind. I shut the door and quirked an eyebrow at the severed chain lock. I caught Dean's attention and nodded toward it, holding the two ends of the golden chain delicately. Dean frowned and turned to follow the landlady and his brother. "You said you're with the alarm company, right?" the older woman asked and spun to face the brothers.

"That's right," answered Dean, flashing his most sincere smile. It looked more like a grimace, in all honesty. He really wasn't that good at the acting part of this job.

The woman huffed wearily in response. "Well, no offense, but your alarm's about as useful as boobs on a man." I choked down laughter and covered my mouth with a hand. She leaned around the boys to cast me a sly grin.

Dean cleared his throat and flashed his own tentative grin. "Well, that's why we're here. To make sure it never happens again." The woman nodded and stepped aside to allow us to peruse the apartment.

"You found the body, right?" I asked, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. She nodded and swallowed dryly. "Were there any signs of a forced entry?"

"Any windows open?" Sam asked. "Was the alarm still active?"

"Windows were locked, front door was bolted. We had to cut the chain to get in here," she grouched in response. Dean frowned – that chain was the only lead we had. We were back to square one.

"Did you find her right after it happened?" Dean asked, referencing the girl who had been killed. The landlady shook her head.

"No, a few days later. Her work called and said they hadn't seen her in a while. I knocked on her door. That's when I noticed... the smell," she wrinkled her nose in disgust at the memory.

"And what condition was she in?" Dean pressed. The landlady huffed and glared at him.

"Meredith was all over the place, in pieces. I tell you, the guy who did it must have been a whack job. If I didn't know any better, I would have said it was an animal attack." The brothers looked first at each other and then Sam's eyes met mine. My brows furrowed. What could possibly have shredded her like that?

Sam's eyes flitted toward the woman. "Ma'am, do you mind if we take some time and give this place a once over?"

The landlady shrugged in response. "Go right ahead, knock yourself out." My eyes followed her as she walked out of the apartment, waiting for the door to latch before giving the go-ahead to speak.

"So a killer walks in and out of the apartment, no weapons, no prints, nothing..." Dean grumbled, trailing off as he rifled through his toolbox. I hummed quietly in response.

"There's got to be a trace of something here, some sort of clue. There's no way something could have killed her and not left a trail," I said, tracing a few fingers lazily over the large spots of blood.

"I'm telling you, the minute I saw the article I knew this was our kind of gig," Sam said, inspecting the windows. He jumped when Dean's EMF meter went off.

"I think I agree with you," Dean answered as he held up the box to show off the number of lights indicating supernatural presence.

"Did you ever talk to the cops yesterday?" I asked him.

Dean nodded and stood from his crouch position on the once white carpet. "Oh, yeah," he said, smirking. "I talked to Amy, a, uh, charming, perky officer of the law." I rolled my eyes.

"What'd you find out?" Sam pressed. I flashed him a quick glare which he looked rather confused by.

"Well, she's a Sagittarius, loves tequila - I mean, wow," Dean sighed almost wistfully, "Oh! And she's got this little tattoo-"

"Jesus, Dean!" I snapped. "Not about your hook-up, about the case!"

Dean grumbled something I didn't catch. I glared at the back of his head, almost wishing I could bore holes into it. "Nothing we don't already know," he carped. "Except for one thing they're keeping out of the papers."

"Enough with the suspense, Dean," I said. At this point, I just wanted this case to be over. I already was not a fan of Chicago.

"You're no fun," he sighed. "Meredith's heart was missing."

Sam and I both jumped to attention, whirling on Dean with twin, wide-eyed stares.

"Her heart? What do you think did it to her?" Sam inquired.

"Landlady said it looked like an animal attack. Maybe a werewolf?"

I barked out a laugh. "No way it was a werewolf. Moon cycle isn't right, and even if it was, I'd smell it. They reek, like the worst combination of rotten meat and cigarettes." I scrunched my nose at the thought. "My money's on a spirit. If it was a monster, I guarantee they would have left some trace other than blood."

"Yeah..." Dean mused thoughtfully. His eyes scanned the patches of blood, drawing a pattern in his mind. "Sammy, see if you can find a roll of tape."

Sam dug through his brother's toolbox as I went to stand beside Dean. "Notice something?"

"Maybe," he offered, holding his hands up to catch the roll of tape Sam had tossed his way. "We'll see in just a minute."

Dean got to work, connecting the patches of blood in a pattern I had never seen before. Hell, I wouldn't have even thought it would make a pattern like that. I chuckled morbidly, thinking that whatever killed Meredith must have been some sort of abstract artist - first the body, now the blood.

Dean stood and surveyed his work, crossing his arms. Sam moved to stand beside him, a puzzled look on his features.

"You ever seen a symbol like that?" Sam inquired, eyes following the sharp corners of the z-like symbol.

"Never," Dean responded curtly.

"Me neither."

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"He could at least be helping us, Sam," I grumbled, flipping through the worn pages of their father's journal. "Instead of off doing- whatever it is with that poor bartender."

Sam snickered. "He is helping. Meredith worked here, so the bartenders are bound to know her."

"There's a distinct difference between helping us with the case and flirting with some painted bimbo, who we all know he is never going to call," I muttered, resting my chin in the palm of my hand as my eyes lazily scanned the page.

Sam opened his mouth to retort and quickly shut it, seeing Dean make his way back over. My gaze moved quickly toward him and fell right back to the paper. Honestly, the journal was a hell of a lot more interesting than anything Dean had to say.

John was incredibly thorough – he rivaled my uncle, who had always been compulsive and meticulous about his case notes. The journal might look like a mess of pages and hastily scrawled notations, but to me, it showed his dedication.

I flipped another page slowly, tuning out the brothers' conversation. My finger dragged along each line of writing with my eye following closely behind. My eyes fell on a string of numbers and my finger stopped its movement. I exhaled shakily.

I knew those numbers.

"Hey, Sam!" Dean called out, a tight grip on his beer. "Where are you going?"

I lifted my head, staring with a glazed look after Sam as he marched away from the table. Dean turned his confused eyes on me before standing and following his brother.

I looked back at the page, my finger running haphazardly over the string of digits. Why would John have his number..? I tightened my jaw and marked the page so I could find it later and shut the little book, tucking it under my arm and following the brothers. My eyes widened as I noticed Sam talking to a blonde girl, giving her a tense hug. My ears tuned in to their conversation as I stalked up behind Dean.

"Anyway, the whole scene got old, so I'm living here for a while," the girl said, fluttering her lashes at Sam. I took a deep breath, ready to interject, and coughed, gagging on air. God, this girl was drenched in perfume, it was blocking all of my other senses.

Dean cleared his throat and patted me lightly on the back. I brushed his hand away and took shallow breaths.

"You're from Chicago?" Sam asked.

"No, Massachusetts – Andover," the girl said with a giggle. "Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we'd run into each other?"

"Yeah, I know, I thought I'd never see you again." Although his back was turned to me, I could tell he was puzzled. It must have been written all over his features.

"Well, I'm glad you were wrong..." she trailed off and gazed up at Sam from under her lashes. I rolled my eyes. Dean cleared his throat and the girl's eyes snapped to his, a disgusted glare rising on her features. "Dude, cover your mouth."

Dean looked shocked and I suppressed a laugh, for fear of inhaling more of her sharp perfume. God, the girl must have bathed in the stuff. Did the boys really not smell it?

"Yeah, um, I'm sorry, Meg. This is, uh—this is my brother, Dean," Sam said, scratching the back of his head. The girl, Meg, looked surprised.

"Oh! This is Dean?" she confirmed. Sam nodded and Dean smirked at her.

"So you've heard of me," Dean mused, attempting to be smooth. Now it was Meg's turn to roll her eyes.

"Yeah, I've heard of you," she snapped. "Real nice, how you treat your brother like luggage." Dean’s eyes widened and I stared at Meg in shock. When did Sam even have time to meet this girl without Dean knowing? "Why don't you let him do what he wants?" she continued, spite lacing her words. "Quit dragging him all over God's green earth-"

Sam held up his hands in a silent plea to make her stop. "Meg, it's fine, really, we're fine." The three of them stood there awkwardly, Meg surveying the two, glaring at Dean with contempt and at Sam with an almost overprotective gaze. Her eyes skirted over me, likely because I hadn't been introduced.

I cleared my throat. "I'm, uh- I'm going to get a drink. You want to come with me, Dean?"

"Yeah- yeah," he said, already moving toward the bar. I flashed a sheepish grin toward Sam and Meg, waving goodbye and running to catch up with the elder Winchester. "Damn, that was awkward."

I sat on one of the bar stools, placing John's journal on the counter and running a finger over the spine. "So... when did she and Sam first meet."

Dean scoffed. "Probably after our first real hunt with you, in Kansas. He and I got into a spat and he left for a few days."

I glared at him, clenching my fist and resting it on the counter. "And you didn't think to tell me?"

"Well, we weren't exactly super close then. It was kind of a family matter, not something for you to stick your snout into."

"You are family, Dean," I hissed. "I have a right to know when these things happen."

He frowned and rested his hands on his lap. We sat in silence for a few minutes, long enough for Dean to get another beer from the bartender and have about a third of it.

"Listen, I-" he started. I cut him off, flipping open his father's journal to my marked page.

"Dean, I found something in the journal earlier, when you first came back to the table." He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something and shut it when I cast him a warning glare. Whatever he wanted to say, I really wasn't in the mood for it. He looked toward his lap bashfully and then his eyes rose to face mine, his jaw tightening.

"Anything relevant to the case?" he asked.

"No," I answered quickly. "But look at this," I slid the journal toward him, highlighting the phone number at the bottom of the page. His eyes flickered toward mine and he raised a brow in confusion. "I recognize this number, Dean. It's-"

"Hey!" called Sam, sauntering back toward us with his cell phone in hand. "You guys ready to head out."

Dean turned to face me, a promise being held in his green eyes. "We'll get back to this later." He stood abruptly, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and following Sam toward the door.

I groaned and dropped my head dramatically on the open journal. "Sure we will..." I muttered to myself. I stood, slamming the journal shut a little more roughly than I intended, and followed the brothers out the door.

"No, man, I mean like our kind of strange," I heard Sam say as I rushed to catch up with the brothers. "Like, maybe even a lead."

"What makes you say that?" Dean probed, sparing me a glance as I jogged up to him.

"I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road. And now, I run into her in some random Chicago bar? I mean, the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural? You don't think that's a little weird?"

Oh. They were still talking about her.

"I don't know," Dean said with a dramatic sigh. "Random coincidence? It happens."

"Yeah, it happens, but not to us. Look, I could be wrong-"

"Dean," I interrupted Sam. "I think maybe Sam's right. There's something off about her. I mean, did you not smell the buckets of perfume on her? Had me gagging within ten feet of her."

"Perfume doesn't make someone a murder suspect," Dean countered.

"It does if it causes me to choke and die."

"Well, then it's a good thing you're not dead, right?"

"-I'm just saying that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on," Sam added to his unfinished sentence.

"I bet you'd like to. I mean, maybe she's not a suspect, maybe you've got a thing for her, huh?" he chuckled and nudged Sam with his shoulder. "Maybe you're thinkin' a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?"

Sam rolled his eyes as we stopped on the side of the road, waiting for the go-ahead to walk. "Do me a favor. Check and see if there's really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts, and see if you can't dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith's floor." Sam marched away from Dean and I before his brother could protest.

"What are you going to do?" Dean asked as he ran to catch up.

"I'm going to watch Meg."

Dean laughed and clapped Sam on the back. "Yeah, you are!"

Sam grimaced and shrugged Dean's hand off his shoulder. "I just want to see what's what. Better safe than sorry."

The two bickered, Dean teasing Sam, and Sam arguing. I stopped on the sidewalk, watching the brothers make their way toward the Impala, Sam fishing the keys out of his pocket.

I glanced down at the heavy, leather-bound journal in my hands. Something about this case didn't add up. First the weird symbol, and now Meg showing up? Something was wrong, I could feel it. She was hiding something.

Dean called my name from his spot beside the passenger door and I perked up immediately. "You coming or not?"

I nodded and shoved the journal under my arm and crossed the street to where the boys were waiting.

#ugh here comes john winchester #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester fic #dean winchester x reader #x reader #female reader #cross posted on wattpad #cross posted on ao3 #supernatural fanfiction #monster reader #monster #original characters #original monster characters #fluff #angst #slow burn

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siblingskissing · 1 year ago

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Wincest Headcanons

Please be kind to me as it's been awhile since I've watch Supernatural+ I haven't watched it with my full attention so I may not know important plot lines or scenes that would encourage/be evidence against these. If you have a request or idea please feel free to message/ask!

**This ship was requested by @proship-fictionkin !**

** Any and all hate will be blocked and deleted so don't even bother**

So Sam is definitely the type of guy who does the sappy romantic shit but with Dean, it's a tad different

Where with past relationships he'd do the whole "pull their seat out for them, bring flowers," thing but he knows that's not Dean's thing so instead:

He cleans Dean's weapons and makes sure they won't jam on him, will iron his clothes and wash them how Dean likes (yes he does iron the shirts with beer because Dean likes the smell), and take his boots off of him if he's tired, hurt, or drunk (and if he's drunk he'll massage Dean's legs and feet because sober Dean would never allow it but drunk Dean loves the attention)

Dean on the other hand is great at the whole flirting and seduction but is kinda stunted when it comes to romance and cutesy shit so he finds small things to show it.

He'll make Sam's favorites from when they were kids, find the movies Sam sees in advertisements (since they can't really stop and watch them while on missions), packs extra clothes that he knows Sam likes the feeling of (while also aware that the clothes will end up destroyed at some point so he'll need to replace them).

They both have mixed emotions when it comes to holidays but they celebrate like they did as kids: some sugary sweet treat they made together and the small gifts they could get their hands on

They admittedly like their holidays more than the traditional way of doing it

When Sam got his growth spurt Dean was equally mad that his little brother was taller than him and flushed at the idea that Sam was taller than him

Everyone has caught onto their codependency on each other but Bobby and Charlie are the only ones closest to the truth about them (and maybe Crowley too)

After bad missions, the boys have a tradition of caring for each other. It started as kids with Sam insisting on bandaging up Dean after bad missions, then Dean returning the favor when Sam eventually was brought along. They'd sit together on the bed and delicately clean each other, ensuring they were secure before kissing each other's temples/hairlines.

They aren't lovey-dovey in a traditional sense but they'll hold each other/find a reason to touch any chance they get.

They memorize each other's food orders at certain places (I also hc that they probably just order the same thing every time they go somewhere)

Their first kiss was when Sam was starting high school. He was stressed because of some assignments he couldn't finish because of them moving and Dean just. Kissed him.

When it came to living in the bunker it sort of became that domestic feel they'd each unknowingly been craving

Dean would cook meals like he had as a kid and Sam would be sitting at the table reading the news on his laptop

They both tried not to get used to the routine but both eventually found themselves excited to wake up and find each other there

they never officially start dating it just

Happens

Like, one day they were sitting in the bunker and they had their legs wrapped around one another's and realized it was really nice

and they went from there

they'd always been practically in a relationship but nothing ever official/stated had happened so nothing really changed when they decided they wanted each other

As kids Dean would hold Sam's hand everywhere and did that kid think of calling him his husband

#proship #antis dni #headcanons #proship community #siblings proship #proship headcanons #proship request #wincest #wincest headcanons #ship headcanons #my headcanons #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #bobby singer #spn #weecest

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electricopolis-net · 10 months ago

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S03E03 The Blackout

“Bob Sparker?” announced one of the cops through a megaphone. “We’d like you to come with us.”

Bob looked back and forth, holding up his hands nervously. “What’s this all about?” he asked, raising his voice.

“You’re under arrest,” pronounced the officer, “for organizing without a permit, blocking the flow of traffic, and theft of electricity from the Top Tier Electric Company. This blackout is your fault,” he said. “You must disperse immediately!”

“But Mr. King said he would take care of the permits and all that,” Bob protested. “He said everything would be fine!”

Jam threw out a hand to stop him from taking a step forward. “Don’t,” he said. “Something’s not right here. They showed up way too quickly for this to be anything but a setup.”

“But…” Bob lowered his hands a bit, visibly agitated. He looked back and forth, from Jam to the cops and then back again–and suddenly he bolted, running across the expanse towards the exit.

“Don’t move!” shouted another cop, and Bob yelped as a rubber bullet careened off the bricks near his heels. He and Jam scrambled up and over the wrought-iron gate that surrounded the park, then kept running into the streets that made up the Diamond District.

The storefronts and neon signs were dark, and the only light came from the headlights of the cars parked along the street. The dense crowds that populated the upper level of the town were running from the park, and Bob grabbed Jam’s hand as they disappeared into the crowd and turned a corner into a darkened alleyway.

The two paused there, panting and heaving, as the sirens of the police cars grew louder and then began to fade away. “What gives?” Bob asked helplessly, his hands on his knees as he struggled to calm himself. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” Jam panted, taking off his sunglasses and tucking them in his pocket. “I can’t see a thing now that all the lights are out. Why would Mr. King send the cops after you, anyway? He doesn’t need to do that.”

“That’s probably why he called Margie back,” Bob lamented. “He probably didn’t want her getting hurt…”

Jam looked up as the red and blue klaxons of a police car passed by the alleyway. “We gotta keep going,” he said furtively, grabbing Bob’s hand again. “This way.”

The two wended their way through the streets and alleys of the city. The only light came from the headlights of the cars stopped haphazardly in the streets, their doors open, their drivers vacated. Distantly, the two could hear the sound of broken windows and yelling; but here, for some reason, there was an almost eerie emptiness.

“I thought it was a little weird that Mr. King would sign off on something like this,” Jam said, mostly to try to keep his thoughts in order, “but I never thought he would send the cops after you, or stage something like a blackout. Do you think he had it planned the whole time?”

“I don't know,” Bob lamented. He collapsed, sitting on a nearby milk crate and rubbing the bridge of his sizeable nose. “I can't…imagine him like that. He always treated me like family,” he said, almost in tears. “Do you think there's some kind of mistake? Maybe the police…”

“He’s always had them in his pocket,” Jam explained. “Come on, we have to keep going. There's no telling what will happen if they catch us.”

There was a wail of a distant siren, and both men pressed themselves against the shadows of the alleyway. The sound grew closer, and Jam relaxed as he saw that it was an ambulance that passed, and not a cop car.

But after a moment, the ambulance reversed, then stopped. A man hopped out of the back, in a first responder’s uniform.

“Hey,” he said, waving to Bob and Jam. “Psst. This way!”

Bob and Jam looked at each other, frozen. The man looked this way and that, then drew closer into the alleyway. He tilted the helmet up and lifted his phone, the light illuminating a face Bob had seen before.

“Sam!” Bob exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”

“I quit my job down below. I’m a first responder now.” He turned to wave to the driver of the ambulance, and it sped off. He turned back to Bob and Jam. “Listen, you have to get out of here. There are riots breaking out all over the top tier of the city, and the talking heads on the radio are blaming you for them.”

“Blaming me?” Bob echoed. “Why?”

“Top Tier Electric is saying you staged the festival as a way to nuke the town’s power grid after you got suspended,” Sam explained. “But that doesn't make any sense…at least, not to me.”

He looked over his shoulder. “Come on,” he said urgently. “I know a way you can get below.”

Sam Gale led the other two to a set of doors that led downwards, like the doors of a storm cellar. “These are all over the city,” he said. “They lead to the maintenance tunnels. You should be okay down there, at least for now.”

Jam started to descend the stairs, and Bob grabbed the handrail and started to walk behind him. He looked up to see Sam Gale kneeling down on the street above. “You're not coming with us?” Bob asked.

“I can't,” Sam replied, shaking his head. “I still need to do my job up here. But I knew I had to find you. Listen,” he said, leaning in. “I’m not surprised Top Tier is trying to pin this on you. I used to work on the generators myself. Us workers know that there have been some problems for a long time now.”

“Like what?”

“I don't know for sure. But the folks in the lower tiers have gone without power before,” Sam said. “I think something really wrong is happening. Be careful.”

“Okay. We will.” Bob looked down, then back up at Sam Gale. “Thanks, Sam.”

“No problem.” He grinned. “Stay safe, Bob.”

The two descended into the darkness, with only the lights of their cell phones to guide them down the stairs and ladders that led below. At one point, Bob leaned against the bottom rungs of one of the ladders, panting. “Sorry, I gotta take a break,” he said. “I’m not really used to all this running and climbing.”

“It's fine.” Jam knelt down and pulled out a pocket radio. “I wanted to turn this on and have a listen, anyway. What on earth are they saying about you?”

He turned on the radio. It crackled, then came to life. “...Residents are encouraged to stay in their homes,” said a voice. “The police are currently engaged in suppressing looting in the Pearl District and searching for the fugitive Robert Bianchi, better known by his stage name Bob Sparker.”

Bob looked over, wiping his brow. His white hair clung to his forehead.

“Sparker spearheaded the ill-advised Electric Festival without authorization from Top Tier, according to representatives from the company,” continued the reporter. “The draw in the city’s resources has devastated the town, leading to tonight's blackout. Power is not expected to be restored until at least 72 hours from now…”

“72 hours?” Bob yelped. “That's crazy!”

“That doesn't make any sense,” Jam said, frustrated. “The festival barely got off the ground before it went dark.”

“Nothing about this makes any sense,” Bob groaned. “I think we're gonna have to find Mr. King to get an explanation.” He lifted his head, listening. “Hey…do you hear that? That rumbling sound, like an earthquake?”

Jam tilted his head. There was a distant groaning, followed by a faint shaking sensation. “I don't think it's an earthquake,” he said. “It keeps happening–I noticed it earlier too. It sounds too regular. It almost sounds like…a train?”

The rumbling grew louder and less distant as they kept descending. They walked through tunnels for what felt like hours, each twist and turn drawing them closer to the source of the sound. The tunnels were dark and damp, and Jam complained about it more than once–but mostly just to hear himself talk. Bob was unusually, uncharacteristically, silent.

Finally, they rounded a corner and, through a door, reached an odd area with a long, flat concrete platform next to a length of track. “Hey, there's a light here,” Jam remarked, indicating a flickering bulb above him. “Why's that?”

“No idea.” Bob leaned over, peering down the track, shining his cell phone’s flashlight beam as far as it would go. “What is this place? It reminds me of a bus station.”

“A train station,” Jam corrected. “I’ve heard of these. I didn't think there were any in Electricopolis, though. I thought they were only used a long time ago, in some other places, far away.”

“This whole thing feels like a ghost story,” Bob remarked. “Hey, there’s that sound again…”

This time, the rumbling grew louder and louder. Two dots of light appeared at the end of the darkness, then grew larger as they drew near. Bob leaned over, and Jam yanked him back as a subway train pulled in and slowly came to a halt. After a moment, its doors slid open.

The two glanced at each other. Wordlessly, they stepped on board.

#electricopolis #bob sparker #j. jam #story post #illustration

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and-claudia · 3 months ago

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Against All Odds pt. 12 (Joel Miller x fem! reader)

warnings for this part: mentions of suicide, mentions of coming out (it's not all super heavy, I promise!!)

ALSO!!! I am making a decision that kinda contradicts an earlier part... I am adding this note so you know, earlier I was going off Joel's age based off the show, I am now changing it to be his age in the game just to make a few things work a little better... SORRY FOR ANY CONFUSION!!!!!!!

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Ellie’s PoV

Once I was sure Yn was out of earshot, I turned to Joel.

“I want to talk about what happens after we find your brother in Wyoming.” I said seriously.

He gave me a weird look, “Okay…”

I took a deep breath before starting, “What’s your plan for me once we get there?”

“Well… Marleen didn’t exactly give us the address of where you were going. So I was gonna ask Tommy if he knew where those Fireflies might be. Get you there… then… I don’t know. Timeline really depends on how long we’re out here, how close Yn is to havin’ the baby.” He explained.

I nodded and was quiet for a moment.

“What if I don’t want to go to Fireflies…” I asked quietly.

“Do you not want to?” Joel asked.

I took a deep breath, “I don’t know…I didn’t want to tell Yn because I don’t want it to stress her out in any way since she’s already pregnant… but I don’t think I want to find the Fireflies anymore…” I watched him to gauge his reaction, but he gave none, “It’s just… I’ve been told I am special, that I am the key to the cure… but I don’t think I am… not anymore. I tried to save Sam… it didn’t work. If I can’t save one person, how am I expected to save thousands?”

I paused.

“And I know this sounds selfish, and I know I am not anything really to either of you, but I don’t want to leave you two behind… you three behind. I want to be here when Yn has the baby and watch it grow into a tiny person.”

I looked at him, trying to fight the tears brimming in my eyes. All I could do was give a small nod.

“That’s not selfish, Ellie. It’s human.” Joel said after a moment, “Yn and I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. And you don’t have to decide anything right now. Trust me, we will have plenty of time before now and Wyoming for you to think and make up your mind.”

I nodded before whispering, “Thank you, Joel. For everything.”

He only nodded back, “Go get some rest. I’ll nudge you in a couple of hours to take a watch shift.” he said, nodding off to where Yn had fallen asleep against a tree.

I nodded and stood up. My mind was still reeling with what the hell I wanted to do. But Joel was right, nothing needed to be decided tonight. We were still far away from Wyoming, I would have plenty of time to decide by then… right?

Yn’s PoV

The following days were fairly uneventful. We walked for hours on end and would rest at night. The sun was setting on our fifth day of straight walking. To say that my feet hurt would be a severe understatement. Joel had said something to me the other day about how I should start showing here soon since I was around 15 weeks now, but currently, the only getting bigger were my feet. I tried not to say anything, though, because I knew their feet must be getting sore, too. But every step we took sent a jolt of pain up my leg.

“Shouldn’t we stop soon?” I asked.

“Eh, the sun’s just now starting to set. We can probably go another hour.” Joel said.

He was a few paces ahead of me when he said it, so he couldn’t see the sour face I made… but Ellie did.

“You okay?” She asked quietly.

“Hm? Yeah, fine.” I said.

She nodded before speeding up to be in step with Joel.

“Damn it, Ellie.” I mumbled to myself as I watched her talk to Joel.

They both stopped walking, which allowed me to catch up with them.

“On second thought, let's just stop for the night. This is a decent clearing. There’s a creek nearby to get some water from. We can stay here for the night.” He said.

“Joel, I’m fine. Let’s go another hour, then stop. It’ll let us get another mile or so under our belt.” I said.

He said nothing but glanced down to where I had undone my boots earlier. They were completely undone to where they would come off, but they were clearly loosened.

“Why’re your boots undone?” He asked, standing with his hands on his hips.

“Forgot to relace them… pregnancy brain. Let’s go. We’re losing daylight.” I said.

“Nope, sit.” He nodded to a large rock beside a tree.

I sighed and did as he said. He followed me over and squatted down in front of me. Once I was sitting, he began undoing my boots. I winced slightly as he pulled the first one off.

“M’sorry.” He said, grabbing the second one and sliding it off gently.

“How long have they been like this?” He asked.

“Started about halfway through the day yesterday. I didn’t want to say anything and slow us down.” I explained.

“You need to speak up when you’re in pain. We’re not traveling tomorrow. We’ll take a day to rest.” He said.

“No, I don’t want to slow us down.” I tried to argue.

“Not resting will slow us down even more. Tomorrow, I want you on your feet as little as possible, okay?” He said.

I nodded, “Can you go fill my water for me?” I asked, leaning over to grab it out of my pack that I had dropped beside me.

“Yeah. Ellie, give me your water, I’ll go fill them. When I get back, I’ll set a trap to try and get us some dinner.” Joel said, standing up and walking over to her.

Once he was gone, Ellie came over and sat down beside me on the ground.

“You didn’t have to say anything to Joel, you know.” I said.

I wasn’t actually mad at her in any way; I was more just frustrated with myself for being the reason why we were taking a break. Deep down, I knew it was out of my control, but it still didn’t help make me feel any better about it.

“I know. But I also know you weren’t going to. Plus, I could tell you were in pain.” She said.

“Thank you… sorry that I’m slowing us down.” I said.

“Eh, it’s not your fault, it’s the rugrat’s.” She said, making me smile.

“I guess you’re right. I just want to make sure we can get you to the Fireflies as soon as possible. I don’t know if they’re on a timeline or something.” I explained.

I noticed that she stiffened up slightly at the mention of the Fireflies.

She let out a nervous laugh, “About that… I talked to Joel a few nights ago… I am having second thoughts on finding them.” She said, looking at me clearly trying to watch for my reaction.

“Okay… any particular reason why?” I asked.

“I am not certain that I am the cure… I just don’t know if it’s worth leaving you and Joel… and the baby for something that’s not a guarantee. And I know I at least want to stay with you until the baby gets here… but then thinking about leaving after that doesn’t feel right either. I just don’t know what to do. I told Joel that part of me feels guilty for even considering staying because I could be potentially saving thousands… but I may not even be the cure.”

“That’s a decision only you can make, Ellie. But it doesn’t have to be soon. We’ll have plenty of time before we even get to Wyoming. Only you know what is best for you… I will say that I would love to have you here when I have the baby. I want them to meet you for sure. But if and when the time comes that you decide to go find the Fireflies, I won’t hold you back. I’ll support you in any decision you make. Come here.” I said, scooting over to make room for her on the rock.

She got up and sat beside me. I hugged her to my side.

“Thank you.” She said.

I only nodded.

“You know, you’re pretty good at the whole mom thing.” She said suddenly, making me look at her.

“What?”

“I don’t know… you just have something that makes me feel like I can share anything with you… like I don’t have to hide anything.” She explained.

“Well, I’m glad. And you really can tell me anything.” I said.

“Okay, well… do you remember how y’all mentioned a boyfriend when asking if anyone would come looking for me?”

“Yeah.” I nodded for her to continue.

“Well, truth is, I’ve never had a boyfriend… and I honestly don’t see myself ever having a boyfriend. If you know what I mean…” She said, glancing over at me.

“I get what you mean.” I said, smiling and nodding.

“You’re okay with that?” She asked, almost shocked.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? You’re not the first gay person I’ve met.” I said with a small laugh.

She nodded as she let out a breath, “Do you think Joel will be okay with it?” She asked.

“Oh yeah.”

“Really, even at his age?” She asked, making us both laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Joel asked as he walked back up with our water canteens filled.

“Nothing.” Ellie said.

“Okay…” He said, clearly not convinced, “I am going to go try and trap something for dinner.”

He collected some supplies before heading off once again.

“So… if there wasn’t a boyfriend, has there ever been a girlfriend? Sorry if that’s too personal, just curious about your life before all of this.”

She hesitated, and I was scared that I had crossed the line. But then she began to speak.

“I don’t know if I would call her a girlfriend… but there was a girl I liked… Riley.”

The way she said told me everything I needed to know at that moment. Riley was dead, and she clearly wasn’t over it yet.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I shook my head, “You don’t have to talk about if you’re not ready. I get it. I lost the last of my brothers years ago, and I still don’t like talking about it. It’s okay.” I said, hugging her close once again.

“I miss her… does that ever go away?” She asked.

I shook my head sadly, “No… it gets easier. Eventually, you get to where you don’t even think about it anymore until something reminds you of them, then hurts again, not as bad as it originally did, but still hurts. Then again, you eventually stop thinking about it until you get reminded again. It hurts, but it's even less than last time. And it continues. It always hurts just a little bit.” I explained the best I could.

She nodded.

“Whatever happened though, it wasn’t your fault… and neither was Sam.” She snapped her head to look at me, “I don’t know what happened with you and him, but Joel mentioned you tried to save him, and it didn’t work… that’s not your fault. I know it’s hard, but don’t blame yourself. And trust me, I know that’s easier said than done. Hell, it’s been over ten years, and I still blame myself for my brother’s death…”

“What happened?” She asked.

“He hung himself… I am the one who found him. He had just done it. I tried to cut him down. I just wasn’t fast enough… My father blamed me for it until the day he died… and I still carry that with me. Like I said, the pain never fully goes away…”

“How old were you?” She asked.

“Doesn’t matter… no one should have to experience that… I was younger than you were.” I said, staring off.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t pry.” She said.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll share more about my brothers later if you want. Some of the better memories.” I offered, and she smiled.

“I’d like that. I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to have siblings, even just one.” She said.

I couldn’t help but think about how if she chose to stay, then she would definitely be getting one. Although I wasn’t much older than her, just around ten years, I could see her becoming like a daughter to me. And I had a feeling the same was happening to Joel.

small time jump

Within the next three days, we finally found ourselves entering Nebraska. We hadn’t gotten the chance to clean up in a while because the creekbeds were too low, so when Joel informed us of a creek that was deep enough to rinse off in, I was overjoyed.

“You two go ahead and go. I’ll try to trap a rabbit or something.” Ellie said, nodding us off towards the creek.

Joel had recently shown her how to trap things, and she actually gotten pretty good in the couple of days she’s been practicing.

As we walked, I turned to Joel, “As much as I love you, I have only one thing on my mind, and that is to scrub the grime off of me and go sit down and get off my feet.” I said, making my intentions clear.

“Got it. Give me your clothes, and I’ll rinse them with mine.” He said as we got to the creek.

I nodded as I slipped my boots off and then peeled my socks off of my feet. The ground beneath me was cool to the touch and felt like heaven against my swollen feet. I finished getting undressed, tossing my clothes over to Joel, and soon I was in the cool water.

As great as it felt, I was soon getting out and getting my “clean” clothes from Joel. Once again, I was forgoing putting my bra back on for the night and was just about to pull my shirt over my head when Joel stopped me.

“Hey, wait, turn back around.” He called out to me.

I turned to face him, “What?” I asked, confused.

“Just turn to the side again…” He said, staring at me intently.

“What?”

“Just do it, please.” He wasn’t being pushy. Instead, he seemed oddly curious.

I did it and looked at him expectantly.

“When did that show up?” He asked, in slight awe.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“That.” He emphasized, nodding to my stomach.

“Joel, it’s nothing. I’m just a little bloated. I don’t think it’s what you think it is.” I said.

“I don’t think so… no offense, but we haven’t really eaten anything that would be making you bloated. I think you’re starting to show.”

I honestly hadn’t really considered that as a possibility. My mind just jumped to it being bloated.

“Really?” I asked, looking down, it was just barely there, but there was definitely a small bump forming.

“I mean, I’m no doctor, but that’s what it looks like to me. Here, come sit while I rinse off, and we can talk about it more afterward, okay? I’ll be quick.” He promised, standing up and beginning to undress.

Once he was done, he rinsed our old clothes, and we began walking back to our camp. Ellie had managed to catch two squirrels that Joel quickly prepared and began cooking. Then he came and sat by me.

“Sorry if I made you self-conscious or anything… I just wasn’t really prepared for this part of all of it.” He explained.

“Were you not…” I trailed off, knowing that his daughter was a touchy subject for him.

He shook his head, “No, her mom and I were like an on-again-off-again type of thing. Then, at some point, we were off again for a while, and then she showed up at my door out of nowhere with a baby. She was gone the next morning. So, I am a little inexperienced in this part of things… I do vaguely remember my mom being pregnant with Tommy, but that’s about it.” He said with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood from when he started talking.

“Well, you got more than I do. I was the youngest, so…” I said, and he nodded.

“Also, you really remember your mom being pregnant with Tommy… that was so long ago…” I teased.

“I am only 52. I’m not that old, you know.” He shot back, nudging me with his shoulder.

“I know, I just like giving you shit.” I said, looking over at him with a smile.

“You’re lucky I love you. You know that, right?” He said.

“Yeah, I know. I love you too.” I said, leaning over to kiss him.

“You better not be letting those squirrels burn.” Ellie’s voice made me jump slightly.

“They’re not.” Joel said, rolling his eyes, though he wasn’t really upset.

He finished cooking them before dividing up the small amount of meat from them to all of us. After we ate, we settled in for the night. We had one more day of traveling before we would rest for a day. It was slow progress, but it would work. I knew the cold would set in soon, and the cool breeze that blew through the trees just as the thought crossed my mind only confirmed that.

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