#i did less bends on their tail than it has in canon....cause fuck that

[piebutt]

some pikachus for my niece :3c mum's gunna make stickers

[sparkbeast20]

You’re my Treasure (Mammon X MC) Pt11

The Blue Lotus petals (series)

As a fan of Beauty X Beast pairing, Showing your “true self” to Lover or (Monster Love) Tropes. I figure to make a (More Demonic Forms AU/head canon) story for each brothers. Heads up each brother’s Story is long as fuck. So, I’ll be posting them as parts and finishing one brother before moving on to the rest of them.

(spoiler for lesson 1-60)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8 Pt9 Pt10

Warning: Swearing, Demonic nature, Mention of blood, Past events, Unwanted hate towards a family member, and Attempted murder.

Note: I am really bad at warning.

Previously

The sound of coins being step on quietly filled the cavern, as someone pick up the old book on the ground and return back to sleep.

“So, you don’t want to control my body?” Mammon asks the beast reflected in the lake.

No....I have seen how your brothers treated you, and frankly I think you should fight back!

Mammon pouts at him, not likely the way his saying this.

“Hey! They might be a pain in the ass, but that all family are. Sure, we are at each other’s throats, but we have each others back when we need the most.” The beast huffs at that.

Name one time, you all agree to do something!

“The reaper’s cave”

Hm?

“We might not say it out loud, but we truly wanted to help Beel in anyway possible. Hell, it was a miracle that y/n was there. If was for them giving some of their candle to Beel, we would have made it a regular thing to go back to that cave for Beel.” He starts playing around with his ring, to distract himself from missing his brothers.

It seems that the human choice you out of your brothers why is that?

“y/n is not just a human! And why would you care if y/n choose me?”

I don’t know Mammon, why least you been repeating it in your head over and over causing me to wake up!

Suddenly Mammon felt a lump in his throat, he wants to respond but hesitant for a moment, then he spat it out.

“I haven’t done any of that”

Really? Let me refresh your memories

The last part the beast voice changes into his voice as he starts talking into it.

“I failed as protector and a guardian!” “They deserve better than me!” “Why they have to choose me to love” “Why settle with a weak and pathetic demon like me” “I SHOULDN’T BE SECOND OF THE AVATARS!?!”

Half way of the beast speech Mammon covered his ears, shut his eyes, and grinned his teeth with a snarl coming out of him. But he just keeps repeating his thoughts over his mind. Until Mammon scream.

“OKAY I GET IT!” he drops down it all fours as pant like he was exhausted. “I-I can’t be the demon they all want me to be”

Because you keep letting them to fill your mind with those thoughts, but what you should be doing is SHOW THEM!

Mammon looks back to the lake and asks “What do you mean?”

Kill The demon who attack our mate

“I can’t do that; the bastard knows and what I can do. Even if want to kill him, he’ll just move one location to the other”

Not unless you change into me…...

“I can’t…...” Mammon clenches his hands, digging his talons into his palms drawing blood as his body to tremble in the thought of changing back to that form the memories flood back in his mind, all the fights, the wounds which heals but the mental scars remain, and watching Levi and Asmo change right Infront of him. Their scream of agony rings in his ear as tears and blood drip down in to the ground as he starts to sob.

Are you scare after killing Basto, you’ll go and killing your brother while they’re in those forms?

Mammon quickly nods while his looking down at his bleeding hands.

You don’t have to worry about that

The beast spoke with a softer tone causing Mammon to look back at the lake.

“Wh?”

Look you and I are the same being, when I tell you that all you have to do is stay away from them for a week or two, to have better control over yourself and your instinct you might be the first one out of the seven of you to able to turn into your demonic form without the resist of killing your brothers.

Mammon is done founded about the beast just said.

“How are you sure that I can do that?”

Simple you and Asmo are the only ones that didn’t attack y/n when you get angry and threaten them. And you are the only one who never use violence against them by changing into your demon form. You might be a hothead but you never or will raise a hand to your brothers or to our mate.

Mammon is left speechless, the thing that he been scare of knows him well to the point of trusting him for being himself. He was right as much he hates being the first one to be targeting with name calling because of his sin, is not like his the only one, Asmo calling him a horn dog, Levi with his weird obsession with things and getting emotional, Beel with eating all the time, Belphie with out of nowhere naps and sleeps, Satan with his anger issues, and Lucifer being too proud for his own good.

Their demons now, is something they should be use to. But him have the most control out of the seven of them, makes him fill warm inside. That he should be proud of, and why he should let his brothers tell him that he has no self-control when anger.

But his sin oh yeah! He can’t argue with that, I mean he was willing to help Solomon to forge a pact with Lucifer for the Midas crest, and immediately takes all back when Asmo points out that once he gets the crest, he won’t able to touch you due to the crest make everything he touch turns into gold. It had to take Asmo to point it out, who just said it to openly admit that it will be less competition for him. To realize that he could have made one of his biggest mistakes of his life, for what gold!

Looking back at his hands and/or talons then his wings, looks back at his newly grown tail. It too late, he’s far along of the transformation as he his. If he agrees with the beast’s plan, its going to take some time, means that you need to go back.

“Hey, before I agree to yer plan, let me take y/n back to my brothers”

Mammon…. their better with us then back with your brothers

“Yer crazy!?! What if I kill them!”

MAMMON The last thing we want is our MATE DYING. AGAIN! I’m still a little mad at Sloth for what he did! He’s luckily that y/n forgave him, because if they didn’t rest assure, I would’ve wakened up that day!

Mammon flinch and snarl at just remember that day. Holding your past self in his arms as you choke on your blood causing Belphie. If he’s being honest with himself, sometimes he gets piss off whenever Belphie took a nap at your lap and asks pat his head like, he didn’t try to kill you long ago.

That reflex he just did, get angry when you get hurt or someone trying to hurt you. Maybe his beast does have a point.

“Okay, I’ll do it……I’ll-I’ll change, IF!! You make sure that y/n safety is my-our one goal! Go it!”

Even with a beak the beast smirk at Mammon

You have my word…… also you might feel A LOT of pain!

“Huh?...... Wh?”

Before Mammon can say anything else, he felt a pain in his abdomen, he wants to scream but he bites his lips muffling the scream. As he dug his talons into the ground dragging his hands closer to him. Then the pain slowly got worst by each heart beat and panting.

Soon the he couldn’t take it anymore and let out an agnosies scream.

Then a faith voice calls out to him.

“……Mammon…...”

“Mammon!”

Mammon wakes up from the dream by someone grooming his tail, he slowly opens his eyes and lifted up his head and let out a wake-up yawn. And turn his head to whoever is touching his tail.

His eyes narrows and he groans at the sight who it was.

“Morning Mammon, have a good night sleep” Asmo flash he cheerful smile as he fixes the feathers of his tail. “When is the last time you check your tail feathers, look at them some of them are uneven and others stuck together see….” He points at feathers with the vane split apart with dry blood.

“Oi! I didn’t have a chance to clean myself and beside y/n usually brushes and cleans my feathers so, back off” Mammon squawks at Asmo who just giggle at him.

Right, no one can hear him, well no one expect Lucifer who is close to what he is now. He just has to have you use gestures and his eyes to convey what he’s thinking.

“What a pain in the ass, ya all don’t listen to me when I was normal. Now I have to deal with this crap!?! Tch whatever, the herd must be at the lake at this time. Might as well get some food……. Oh shit! Beel’s here…. Great……”

“I know that you’re not a morning demon, so I know that your cranky. But maybe not try to be loud so you won’t wake up y/n” that snap Mammon out of his train of thought.

Surprise to what Asmo said, Mammon looked down in his arms to see your sleeping form curled up next to his chest as you nuzzle your cheek into in with a smile on your face.

He faces softens as gently rub your face with his, as a soothing cooing and purring comes off from him, causing you to let out a satisfying hum as you fall more asleep.

Then Mammon reaches out with beak for a thick fabric from the nest. Then he slowly and gently lay you on the nest and place the fabric under your head serving as a pillow as you continue to sleep.

Then he stood up leave the nest as Asmo let go of his tail and gazing at his brother’s action. Once out of the nest Mammon stretches bending down then stand back straight shake body ruffle his feathers and once finish the feathers fixes themselves as Mammon being his daily routine beginning with leaving the cave. And Asmo got up and follow his big brother.

“I-I don’t believe it. There’s no SIGNAL HERE!!!” Levi is basically reaching for the havens on top of the tree trying to get a signal for his D.D.D, but to no avail.

“Levi! Get down from there” Lucifer yells at Levi causing to flinch almost letting of the branch he was holding to keep himself balance.

From afar Satan and Belphie watches the two older brothers, with Beel who is cook breakfast inside the cave.

“Its just me or is Lucifer losing~”

“His cool? Yes, I’m all for it” Satan is gleefully smile at the sight of Lucifer completely abandoning all of his calmed and serious demeanor, for an anger, short tempered and animalistic one.

Then suddenly they heard talons being drag through rock behind them, they turn around to see Mammon walking out from the cavern and heading outside with Asmo not far behind him.

“Mammon, your awake you got to see this Lucifer is blowing a casket at Levi~” Mammon just keep on walking out ignoring Satan.

“Wait where you going? Breakfast is about to start” Beel got up from he sits next to the campfire and chase after Mammon.

Once outside, flap his wings and start flying, grabbing the attention of Lucifer and Levi.

“MAMMON!?!” Lucifer calls out to him, as he flew after him grabbing Levi’s arm towing along.

As Levi scream for help fade, Satan look at Asmo with a questionable look on his face.

“What did you do”

“Hey! Don’t look at me like that. I was just cleaning the feathers in his tail; I mean you saw him covered in blood of that bastard. You would have done the same thing” Asmo huffs and walk back inside.

“Oh, before you go, Lucifer was looking for the book that he used. Have you seen it?” but Asmo shook his head, not even looking at Satan as he went in to Help Beel with breakfast.

“Clearly one of us is lying about the book” Belphie said it looking at Satan.

“Obviously, but the question is who is lying”

[chatonyant]

are u planning on making any major (or minor) changes revolving the kekkei genkais? :D

OhohO yeah I’ve got plans :> thanks for asking, I have an excuse to ramble about them now :D

The ideas I have actually came before the idea of this au because I was chatting with my friends and had a whole ramble on “Hey, kekkei genkais don’t make sense. What if they did?”

The ideas, much like pretty much everything else, are still a work in progress BUT the general idea I have for them is that they’re learnable jutsus-- it’s just that they’re harder to learn and control and may have physical debilitations due to the nature of the jutsu. 

This is excluding the things that are obviously physical/biological like the doujutsu and the bone kekkei genkai. Though that does bring up the question of why Ao could activate and deactivate his Byakugan but Kakashi couldn’t do so with his Sharingan. Personally I want to think that it may have something to do with a battlefield implant by a still-learning (but highly talented cause wOW) medic-nin. But that’s more food for thought at a later time :D

More rambling underneath!

So to go more in-depth with kekkei genkais being learnable, I want to first talk about the original concept itself. It’s interesting how within the Naruto universe, there’s this concept of knowledge being passed down through genetics. Because this isn’t the Avatar universe, where movements and will are what control the elements. Though their movements are akin to martial arts, accidental bending exists, as does bending with casual movements. Ninjutsu isn’t like that. Ninjutsu requires specific hand movements in a specific order. The control of chakra could be instinctual, like someone knowing how much energy they need to jump, but hand signs are a lot more precise and complex(?) than that. So how is it that such knowledge is passed down through genetics? Haku and Tenzou both wield their bloodlines very well without having a teacher with the same kekkei genkai. 

I’ve got no proper answer for that in canon (except the idea of “why not?”), but I do want to go more in-depth with the idea of knowledge and instincts within the au at a later time, tying it in with the idea of yokai and spirits ;)

So. The fundamental elements of kekkei genkai aren’t unusual. It’s the combination of two chakra elements to create a secondary element. But is that impossible for other shinobi? What makes these clans so special? 

In this redesigned world, this combination of chakra elements isn’t impossible for other shinobi-- just really really difficult and requires high chakra control. If a shinobi doesn’t have the chakra control and just slams the two elements together, sure it could work, but it may not have the results that they particularly wanted. These jutsus COULD be copied by someone who has a Sharingan, but it would difficult for the copier to control said chakras if they didn’t have experience beforehand. 

Another reason it’s difficult is the physical requirements. For example, Haku’s ice. So say someone eventually DID learn how to utilize the ice style. But there are consequences. They can’t use it for long before the cold seeps into their skin and bones and begins numbing their fingers and potentially causing hyperthermia. Haku, being born with this kekkei genkai, has a body better suited for such jutsu which could vary from naturally lower body temp to being more resistant to the cold. 

Another example is Tenzou and his Mokuton. I mean really, this man can turn his body into a tree. Enough said about physical requirements. 

HOWEVER.

That does not mean that someone couldn’t learn a modified version of Mokuton that doesn’t require turning your flesh into wood. 

But before I get into that, let’s go into ambient chakra. 

I don’t know if this is canon or not and frankly i’m too tired to find out because it doesn’t matter, i’m doing my own thing. 

I’ve got this headcannon that there is ambient chakra that infuses the air, water, and nature in general. This is not nature chakra, because nature chakra is a special type of chakra that does not usually float around in abundance because if it did, sages would just need to tap into the near infinite energy of nature around them and spend less time “gathering” the energy. No, this is just casual chakra that just vibes in the world. 

Haku’s ice is created by the moisture around them. Ok, cool. Fire jutsus are created when the user breathes out chakra elements. Aight, makes sense. You could totally science that and say something about chakra and friction and sparks and- yeah. Kisame creating a fucking mini ocean in the middle of a desert?

I hate my brain trying to science this. Did I just make ambient chakra a thing just to make some things make sense? Yes, among other things? Am I going far too into things when I really don’t need to/ probably shouldn’t? Probably.

So. Conservation of matter really doesn’t apply to this world, but ANYWAYS, shinobi subconsciously use ambient chakra to create and manipulate the world around them. They basically use their chakra as a fishing line to hook onto the chakra of their surroundings and yank it into position. Or create a mini-ocean in the middle of a desert, whatever. 

The idea I have of how Mokuton works is that the user manipulates the roots and seeds of plants around them into growing faster and moving where the user wants them to be. Thus, their jutsu is weaker in areas with very little plants. At first I was thinking “hey maybe they make wood out of nowhere like they do with water” but then I was like “wow that would use up a LOT of chakra.” And also i just like the idea of a Mokuton user carrying around seeds and tossing them around but I digress.

So a Mokuton user would use their chakra and ambient chakra to feed the plant and make it grow. (wow such a simple explanation that took too long to explain-- I’m sorry, words get ahead of me sometimes.)

Thus a person can learn to manipulate the plants in their vicinity but not be able to turn their own flesh into wood like Hashirama and Tenzou :D with Obito as honorable mention.

Stuff like chakra chains are less of “wow that require pinpoint control and understanding of chakra natures” it’s more of “oh fuck that’s a lot of chakra and i have to mold it into shape outside my body??? nope” it’s like Rasengan! except with wayyy more chakra and more density. (Tailed beasts!!! It can fucking hold down tailed beasts-)

Chakra is said to have five (+two) natures but there’s also so many different types of jutsus shown within the show that things inevitably get very very confusing

[katehuntington]

How You & I Will Be - part three

Fandom: Supernatural Timeframe: mid-season 2 Main characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned) Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually) Series summary: When a hellhound case in the mountains goes sideways, Dean and Y/N find themselves trapped in a small cabin, miles from civilization. A serious injury forces the two hunters to come to terms with their true feelings for each other. Rescue is on its way, but will it be in time? Warnings part three: angst, pining, canon typical violence, horror and gore, nightmares, anxiety attack, swearing, alcohol, description of blood and injury, possible character death. Some fluff, but mostly flangst. Music: ‘Just The Way You Are’ by Billy Joel Word Count:  2864 words Author’s note: Part 3 of a 5 part mini-series. @idreamofhazel and @littlegreenplasticsoldier, thank you so much for being awesome betas! The angst train made a short stop at Fluff Station, but I can assure you that from now on we’re rolling straight into Hell! Enjoy! 

Find the ‘How You & I Will Be’ masterlist here!

     Darkness…. Complete, pitch black darkness. The only sound that disturbs the silence is the howling of a canine in the distance. Y/N recognizes it, there's only one creature that is capable of producing a cry like that. It’s a cry that makes her shiver, that causes the hair on the back of her neck to stand up. A second hellhound replies to the call, its origin much closer than the one before. Startled she steps back, feeling the snow rustle under her bare feet. She’s too frightened to feel the cold.

     Has she gone blind? Is that the reason she can only hear the monsters in the shadows? Her sense of smell has definitely not disappeared because the metallic aroma of blood pricks her nostrils. Then the hellhounds stay quiet, causing her heart rate to fasten even more. She breathes in through her nose and out through her mouth. Okay, keep calm. Keep your head straight, Y/N.

     Even though she’s scared out of her mind, now is not the time to flee blindly. It wouldn't matter anyhow, she couldn't possibly outrun them. What she does need to do, is let the hunter inside deal with this. She knows what kind of supernatural being she’s dealing with, now what does she have on her that could possibly help? Quickly she checks her pockets, which, to her relief, contain a small cotton bag of goofer dust. With quivering hands Y/N takes the bag out, but drops it in the process. Shit!

Panicking she crouches and searches the surface using her hands, letting her fingertips explore the snow. When she touches something that stands out, she freezes. Very slowly she pulls back her hand, the tip of them stained with a substance that feels like blood. A breeze caresses her face, waving her hair slightly. But it wasn't the wind, it was a breath.

     One of the hellhounds is inches from her face, she doesn’t need eyesight to determine that. She can feel the creature's presence and as it starts to growl deeply, Y/N begins to whimper, trembling so badly that she can barely keep her balance. Slowly she looks up, her breath quivering as tears find their way down her face. Her blood runs cold, even though she sees the hot flames flicker in the eyes of the being that is about to shred her to pieces. Oh my God, I’m going to hell…

     In a fraction of a second, the monster jams its teeth into the side of her head. She hears the bone crushing as she lets out a horrifying scream, and before the hellhound rips her face off, she calls for the only person who has always saved her in the past, but today will not. No flashbacks of her grim life, no bright light that seduces her to come closer. Only pain. Excruciating, unbearable pain.      "DEAN!!!"

     "Hey hey hey! Calm down, Y/N. Calm down, it's okay."      Her eyes fly open as she bolts up. In complete fright, she inhales rapidly as if she’d fought to the surface after having been held under water too long. The air is thin and she can’t breathe.     “Y/N? Look at me! Look at me, please….” Dean positions himself in front of her. “Look at me.”     It isn't until Dean softly cups her face, that his words come through and her eyes flick at his, truly seeing him. It’s when she stares into those green orbs, she realizes that what she just experienced was indeed a nightmare. Reality is slightly better, she’s still trapped in the cabin with Dean, waiting for some kind of miracle. But she’s not being slaughtered by hellhounds, so at least she has that going for her. Able to breathe out again with a shivering sigh, she closes her eyes. Mother of God, that was vivid.

     "You alright?" Dean asks carefully, reading her with burdened eyes.      Y/N nods, almost as a reflex. After all, she has never answered that question differently. Even when she’s not okay, the huntress would shrug it off, get treatment if needed and move on. But when she becomes aware of the cold that has taken over her body, the trembling of her hands and the sweat gushing from her pores, she realizes that she is anything but alright. A throbbing pain spreads from her wounded leg to every square inch of her skin. Aching muscles, the inability to move without putting in a tremendous amount of effort, the lack of energy. It feels like her battery is drained, and it startles her. What happened overnight? Has she ever felt like this? Like she’s... dying?

     Swallowing apprehensively, she looks up to meet Dean's gaze. He seems to understand she’s second guessing her answer to his question. When he lays the palm of his hand over her forehead to check her temperature, the heat coming off and meeting his touch shocks him.     "You're burning up," he says grimly.     "But I-I'm so cold," she replies confused.      Dean sighs again, although he tries to hide his worried expression, then he wraps his leather jacket around her a little tighter. He doesn't want her to be cold, anything but that. So even though her body temperature is spiking, he gets up to get the fire in the fireplace going again. 

     Y/N observes his actions in silence, watching how he does his best to get the smouldering embers to ignite, fueling the fire with some old newspapers and chopped wood. Burning ashes light up every now and then, it's nothing close to the little inferno that was burning yesterday shortly after they got here. The flames seemed to have died down slowly during the night, a little like her. Maybe it should give them hope then, that Dean is able to get the fire going. The light and the heat reach Y/N and she closes her eyes, letting it warm her bones. Footsteps and the wooden floorboards bending under Dean's weight triggers her to open them again. The hunter has crouched down next to her leg, which is stretched out elevated on the backpack. When he folds away the bandage, it becomes clear as day why she is feeling ill.      "That doesn't look so good," he grunts.     "Ugh…." She takes in a breath through her nose, which she regrets instantly. "It doesn't smell good either."

     Infected, no doubt about it. The edges of the wound are red as fire, blood and pus seep out. The swelling causes a pain that beats through her body in the rhythm of her heart. No wonder she has a fever so bad it has the chills running up and down her spine. Dean can see the panic return in her eyes.     "I'm so fucked," she whimpers, staring at the injury.     "Y/N, listen to me."     Dean's gaze is locked on her. It captivates Y/N, the pure determination strikes her immediately.     "We're gonna fix this and you're gonna be okay, you hear me? You’ve had worse than this. Remember Cleveland?"

     Cleveland, Ohio. Of course she didn't forget. She got shot in the chest in a police chase. With authorities on her tail, rushing to a hospital would have meant jail time and she wouldn't have it, despite a collapsed lung. Dean knew an army buddy of his dad’s, in Westlake, who served as a hospice. It got a little hairy, but with his help she pulled through just fine.      "You're gonna fight this head on, understand? I'll be right here by your side. You do not have to do this alone and this is not gonna kill you, hear me?" he pressures.

     Y/N swallows down the lump that was forming in her throat and nods. The stern yet reassuring words calm her down and she is able to focus again without panicking. Dean breathes out and his eyes soften. His hand reaches for her face, brushing away a lock of wayward hair and tucking it behind her ear. As his fingers glide across her cheek, Y/N leans into the touch. She doesn't mean to, she doesn't mean to close her eyes in the process either, but the action catches her by surprise. When she realizes how it might come across, however, she hesitates and backs out a bit, but Dean cups her face with both hands, his thumb caressing her clammy skin. Those green eyes look down hers in a way that it causes them to fill up.

     She’s grateful that Dean is here with her, but she would give anything... everything, to have a relationship with him that is a whole lot less platonic than this. Because, face it, now that her end might possibly be near, it doesn't matter that she pushed away the ones she cared about. It doesn't matter that she didn't let love in. What matters is that she wasted time being scared of the pain it could cause. Living on the edge should have pushed her to live life to the fullest. To be bold, to love. But she went the other way, she did the exact opposite. And God, does she regret it now.          "It'll be okay," he assures with a soft, gentle voice, noticing that she’s moved.      Again Y/N nods, a little more convincing than she did before. She wants to believe him, she really does. Not just for her own sake, but for his too. Dean is going to beat himself up if this turns out to be her final hunt. He picked the case, he took the lead, she got injured on his watch. She’s his best friend and it would kill him if she breathed out her last breath. That alone is enough reason to do exactly as he told her; to fight it head on. Laugh death in the face. She will fight, no way she is going to give up that easy.

     The selfish version of her would choose this moment to kiss Dean, finally showing how much she wants to be with him. But she won't, she is not going to drop a bomb right when the future has never been more unclear. Who knows how he might respond, what kind of reaction it might trigger. Were her destiny to take a turn for the worse, it would only cause him more pain. If anything, she wants to prevent that from happening. So instead of the kiss that she always wanted, Y/N decides to wait, and pulls him into a hug. She promises herself, though, that if they both make it out of here alive, she will tell him. She will pull him close and lock her lips on his, and he will know when he feels the admiration, the promises, the love. She can hope for a miracle, can't she?

     Drained from emotion, she shuts her eyes and rests her chin in the crook of his neck. Softly, he strokes her hair, comforting touches. A deep sigh escapes her lips, then she opens her eyes again and wipes them dry, looking up at the ceiling. Between the wooden struts she spots something, a square figure.      "Dean…."      He creates a little distance and follows her gaze. When they land on the ceiling, he narrows his eyes.      "Is that a hatch?"          Hopeful, he gets up; who knows what might be stored in the attic. A thin piece of rope with a ring on the end hangs from the ceiling. With the poker that he just used to heat up the fire, he now pulls the lid down, revealing a folding ladder.      "Well, what do you know," he breathes, pulling the ladder down.      "What do you think you're gonna find up there?" she wonders, hoarse.      "Hopefully, something that can come in handy," he says, climbing the stairs. "The back room was easily accessible and way too clean for an abandoned cabin. Either it was looted, or the hunters stored the good stuff some place else."      She hears him flick on a flashlight, then dust falls down from between the cracks in the ceiling as he searches the place. Dean rummages around, it doesn't take long before he discovers something useful.      "Yahtzee!"      "What did you find?"      "Well, for one..." he starts off, lowering himself down the ladder with a bottle in his hand, "some yippee-ki-yay moonshine."      She raises her eyebrows approvingly. "Good. I could use a drink about now."      "Let's disinfect that wound first and get desperate later, okay?" he suggests as he crouches down next to her.      "Is it any good?"      Dean pulls out the cork and smells it. He makes a face and holds the bottle out.      "It might burn a hole in your leg, but it'll disinfect, alright. You ready for this?"

     Carefully, she sits up straighter as Dean lifts her injured leg. While taking a breath, she braces herself and nods. Despite being tough as nails when it comes to injuries, when he pours the liquor in the wound, she almost screams out, but clenches her teeth, keeping the sound caged in her throat. It feels as if a thousand mad bees are attacking her leg, but strangely enough the pain satisfies as well. It feels as if the wound is scrubbed clean, and that’s exactly what it needs.      It's only now that she notices Dean's hand on her upper leg, waiting for her to settle. He watches his partner with empathy.      "You're good?" he checks.      "Aces," she shudders, resting her head against the wooden wall.

     In silence, Dean cleans out the wound, drenching the last of the cotton from the first-aid kit. He carefully takes out the stitches with a sharp knife in order to get the disinfectant everywhere. It starts bleeding again soon enough, so he doesn't waste any time and sutures the laceration straight away, leaving a small end open so that the fluids can run out. Y/N flinches whenever he touches the sensitive tissue, but won't let out more than a grunt every now and then.      "Why don't you play something?" he asks, hoping it might distract her a little.      Even though she’s exhausted, Y/N takes out the harmonica. Dean looks up from his hands, barely smiling, watching how she places the mouthpiece against her lips and plays the first chords of 'Just The Way You Are' by Billy Joel. He listens to it intently as she takes his grief away and he starts to hum, letting the words escape his lips every now and then.

     Don't go changing, to try and please me      You never let me down before      Don't imagine you're too familiar      And I don't see you anymore

     Just by observing her, he appreciates the huntress more and more. Despite the exhaustion, the dark circles under her eyes and the strings of hair stuck to her forehead due to the fever, he falls in love with her all over again as he has done so many times already.

     I would not leave you in times of trouble      We never could have come this far      I took the good times, I'll take the bad times      I'll take you just the way you are

     The urge to show her how he feels scratches the surface, but he cannot give in to that. She has enough on her plate as it is, listening to his confession is probably not something she wants to deal with right now.

     I don't want clever conversation      I never want to work that hard      I just want someone that I can talk to      I want you just the way you are

     For a moment he forgets her injury, he forgets the sticky situation that they are in. When this is all over, he is going to tell her what she really means to him.

     I said I love you and that's forever      And this I promise from the heart      I could not love you any better      I love you just the way you are

     If she wants to, he’ll stop hunting. He’ll take a job as a mechanic and do whatever he can to provide for her. He will buy her a house, maybe by a lake or by the beach. And when the two of them are all settled, they'll get a dog, and who knows, maybe have a family of their own.

     I need to know that you will always be      The same old someone that I knew      What will it take till you believe in me      The way that I believe in you

Honestly, he's tired. Tired of working this business, tired of stumbling into a dirty motel room in the middle of the night, beat up and broken. He's tired of hustling pool and driving from town to town. He's tired of being hunted by the police for crimes he didn't commit. He's tired of people dying around him. Y/N deserves to get out, Sam too. He would give his life to make sure they receive a get-out-of-jail-free card. But first things first; he has to keep Y/N alive. Because if he can’t even make that happen, that fantasy... it will remain just that. An idealistic dream, nothing more than an illusion.

Read part four here 

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