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bookworlders · 4 years ago

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the wedding date - chapter 10

percabeth fake dating!au based on The Wedding Date movie

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“I’m paying him. Percy. I paid him to come here to make Luke jealous. He’s not my boyfriend.”

Annabeth said, tears welling up in her eyes. She cut Thalia off before she could hear anything else to make her feel even more guilty.

“What?” Thalia “What do you mean?”

“He’s an actor. I hired him—”

“What the fuck, Annabeth? So you’re just lying to everyone?”

“Thalia, you don’t understand—”

“Annabeth, that’s not right! You can’t play these games with people—”

“I know! But you have to understand I’m not trying to hurt you or Luke, I was just trying to protect myself, okay? I-I’m sorry. I’m not using Percy to get Luke back, I just couldn’t show up here in front of you all alone.”

“Annabeth—”

“I have to go, Thalia. I’m sorry,” Annabeth turned and ran away before Thalia could respond. She couldn’t bear to see whatever judgemental look Thalia might have on her face. Her face burned with shame. The absurdity and inappropriateness of the situation was catching up from her.

She hoped she could catch Percy in their cabin before he returned back to the rehearsal dinner.

“Annabeth, hey! Thank, gods I’ve been looking for you.” Jason called, breathless from jogging to catch up with her. “I need a huge favor.”

“Now’s not really a—” Annabeth stopped herself, remembering she was talking to the groom the night before his wedding, “Yes, what can I do?”

“We’re out of wine, and you’re the only one who knows where the spare key to Mr. D’s wine cellar in the Big House is.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s behind the leopard head in the living room, but you need to climb onto the bookshelf—you know what, it’s too complicated. I’ll just grab it for you. How many more bottles? Like one red and two white?”

Jason glanced back at the rehearsal dinner still in full swing, “I’d make that three of each.”

“You know everyone’s going to be hungover at the ceremony tomorrow, right?”

“Hopefully that’ll mean everyone’s too hungover and tired to cause a scene.”

“Right, I’ll go bring them to you now.”

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Annabeth coughed from the cobwebs she had swept away from the mounted leopard head named Seymour by their old camp director, Mr. D.

She had spotted Mr. D hiding his spare key away here when she had been dropping off paperwork one night during her last summer at camp. As a senior counselor, she used this new found knowledge to steal wine and they’d all go drink at the stables. It was Mr. D’s fault for having a well-stocked wine cellar at a summer camp full of minors.

Annabeth crouched, browsing the bottom shelves for the shittier wines. Everyone was already too drunk to notice if the bouquet was off.

“Annabeth, hi.”

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“Annabeth!” Thalia called, following Annabeth back to the rehearsal dinner.

Jason waved to his sister, “Thals! Where you been?”

“Have you seen Annabeth? We were having a, erm, conversation and she just ran off.”

“Oh, she’s inside. I sent her to get more wine. Actually, can you go check on her? She’s been taking a long time.”

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Annabeth shot up, slamming her head on one of the top shelves.

“Ouch!” she spun around to face the door. “Luke,” she said breathlessly, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk to you alone. This seems to be my first shot of the night.”

“What do you want?”

“Annabeth, I know you only brought Percy here to make me jealous.”

Annabeth’s blood went ice cold, “What? Who told you-”

“You didn’t even have to say it, I can see it on your face, you’re still into me.”

Annabeth breathed deeply through her nose, Luke was just being arrogant. “Why would you say that?” She replied, cooly.

“Look at him! He’s not your type. You’re all over him and it’s just to get under my skin.”

“What exactly is my type, Luke? You? Just because you’re the only guy I’ve dated before Percy? Not everything’s about you. I really like him.”

“Annabeth, stop this–”

“No!” Annabeth protested. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get these to Jason.” Annabeth tried to push past Luke to the door.

He grabbed her waist and kissed her, hard.

“Mmph!” Annabeth squirmed, dropping the bottles. Luke’s hands cupped her face, holding her lips to his.

“Annabeth? Annabeth, are you down here? Jason sent me to come check on—what the fuck. How could you?”

Annabeth shoved Luke away from her just in time to see the back of Thalia storming back up the cellar.

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As Percy headed back towards their table, he decided he wouldn’t tell Annabeth about his confrontation with Luke. That asshole didn’t deserve any more of her brain power devoted to him. Percy decided that, and only that, was the reason he wasn’t going to tell her, and not because of the stab of jealousy and protectiveness that had coursed through his veins when he argued with Luke.

When he got to their table, it was empty. At that moment, Thalia shoved past him, clearly on her way out.

“Oh, hey. Have you seen Annabeth—Whoa, are you okay? What happened?”

Thalia’s signature heavy black and purple eye makeup was smudged around her puffy eyes. “You know exactly what’s going on,” she spat, “But why don’t you ask Annabeth, she’s the one with Luke’s tongue down her throat.”

“What?”

Thalia rolled her eyes, “You’re a great actor, Percy. Bravo. Your scheme worked. Luke and Annabeth are making up inside as we speak. I hope she tips you well.” She pushed past him in disgust, stalking away.

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“Get the fuck off of me.” Annabeth shoved him, hard. “Thalia, wait!”

Luke grabbed her wrist, “Forget her. Annabeth, it worked okay? I hate seeing you with that guy, I want to get back together.”

Annabeth yanked her arm out of his grasp, “Stop, Luke! I’m done being hung up on you. I brought Percy to this wedding as my date, and I really care about him. Get over yourself, because I am.” Annabeth pushed past him. As she stalked out of the Big House, for the first time this weekend, she wasn’t lying or acting. She meant it. It didn’t even scare her that as soon as Luke kissed her, every atom in her body screamed at her to find Percy.

Annabeth saw their empty table, realizing he must still be getting changed. Good, she thought, it was shit show of a rehearsal dinner anyway and she and Percy could just hang out in their cabin

She hurried back to Cabin 3, and flung open the door, “Percy?”

Percy zipped up his duffle bag, turning to face her.

“Why—why are you packing?”

“Because clearly my work here is done.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Congratulations, Annabeth. You got Luke back. I wish you would’ve warned me before leaping back into his arms, but whatever.”

“Percy, stop it, you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I’m pretty sure I do, Annabeth. I’ve seen you string your friends along all weekend, but you won’t string me along.

Annabeth’s mouth gaped, “I don’t understand why you’re getting so angry when you agreed to this arrangement just as much I did!”

“Yes, I agreed to come be your date to a wedding so you wouldn’t be alone, I didn’t agree to you manipulating your friends! I don’t wanna be that kind of guy for you, Annabeth.”

Annabeth steeled herself as those words cut deep. She didn’t even process the words coming out of her mouth, “For me? This is all just for show, remember Percy?”

Percy scoffed, slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder, “I can’t believe you, Annabeth. You and Luke are perfect for each other.”

The screen door slammed as Percy left.

She didn’t go after him.

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Percy shouldered his duffle bag, his leather dress shoes making imprints in the sand of the volleyball court. He was taking the long way around to the parking lot next to the Big House, giving the porch a wide berth to avoid the rehearsal dinner that was still in full swing.

“Perseus?”

“Chiron, sorry I didn’t see you.” The bearded man rolled towards him in his wheelchair with a pack of cards in his lap.

“It’s alright, I was just sneaking back into the house to get cards for a game of pinochle that Mr. D is insisting on.” Chiron eyed Percy’s duffle bag. “Going somewhere?”

Percy scratched the back of his neck, Annabeth’s favorite mentor was quite literally the last person he wanted to run into, “I’m going to go find a hotel or something. Things aren’t really working out between me and Annabeth.”

“You’re leaving?”

“I—

“Didn’t you two drive a rental car here? Unfortunately we’re a bit far out for cab service.” Percy hadn’t thought far enough to figure out how he was going to leave Camp Half-Blood yet. “Perseus, please. There aren’t hotels for miles. Stay here in the Big House. At least until the morning.”

“Chiron—”

“Come along, I’ll show you to the spare room.”

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Annabeth collapsed on the bed in Cabin 3. As her head hit the pillow, which still ached from slamming it in the wine cellar, she felt something under it. She pulled out a paper envelope. Inside was two thousand dollars in cash.

Annabeth threw the envelope on the floor and wrapped a blanket around herself, not caring that her mascara stained the pillows.

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The spare room was the camp infirmary.

Percy set his bag down on one of the six beds with crisp white linens that lined the open room as Chiron bid him goodnight.

He buried his head in his hands as he sank onto the bed. What a mess this night was. It already pained him how early he needed to get up in the morning in order to leave camp before the wedding party arose for the ceremony. Percy’s heart tightened when he thought about how hurt Annabeth must be feeling, and he dreaded her sitting through the wedding alone even though he was the one who left her.

He hadn’t signed up for this. Although, to be honest, he had no idea what he did sign up for. The most beautiful girl in the world that he had met on the opening night of his show contacted him out of the blue to attend a wedding with her. What could go wrong?

Percy couldn’t see a shower or bathroom in this room and he was too spooked to snoop around the darkened halls of the Big House, but he saw a sink in the corner of the room near the medicine cabinets and a bulletin board.

He dug his toothbrush out of his bag and trudged over to the sink. The bulletin board had dozens of polaroids of kids in orange t-shirts — campers, Percy guessed—participating in various camp activities. One particular face, shot over and over again, caught his eye.

A young Annabeth smiled back at him in many of the photos that ranged from a lanky grinning twelve-year-old with scabby knees holding a red flag in triumph — captioned ‘Cabin 6 wins capture the flag’— to a teenage Annabeth with sunburned cheeks and a messy ponytail beaming with her arms around friends — ‘Head counselors at bonfire sing-a-long.’ He smiled seeing her familiar gray eyes staring back at him, although the eyes he knew were a little sadder and more reserved these days.

Percy’s heart squeezed. He longed to know the girl in these photos. His chest ached thinking of the girl he just walked away from. Staring at the pictures, Percy realized he was recklessly in love with her.

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trialnerror · 6 years ago

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Rock of Age [Best Friend!Luke AU] CH 3

Word Count: 1645

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long..I’ll hopefully update again very soon xxx

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Chapter 3

The next morning seemed to drag on forever as Hayden was busy unpacking the rest of the boxes that covered her room. It was a nice day outside, the sun was shining and weather was promising, something that Hayden had missed while she was away. Finally unpacked, she made her way downstairs finding her parents unpacking the kitchen, her brothers nowhere in sight.

“Morning honey,” her mother smiled. “Done with your room?”

“Yeah, I just finished.” she said, taking a seat at the island and grabbing an apple off of the paper plate that would soon be replaced by a fruit bowl. “You guys need help?” she asked, taking a bite.

“No, we’re good.” her dad responded, crushing one of the empty boxes down to a smaller size. “Can you get your brothers in here to finish their rooms? They haven’t touched anything since we’ve been back.”

“That’s because they’re lazy.” she smirked, laughing to herself and earning a chuckle from her father. “Do you know where they are?”

“I think they went somewhere with Jack and Ben, try the front?” her mother said, placing a glass bowl on the counter and filling it with the apples that Hayden had grabbed hers from.

Walking outside, Hayden continued to eat her apple, watching as her brothers passed the soccer ball around with Jack and Ben, all laughing at something that the other had said.

“Hey Hayden.” Jack said, smiling and passing the ball to one of her brothers.

“Hey guys, yknow that if you wanted to play outside, you should get your chores done first.” she smirked watching as the Hemmings brothers laughed as her own rolled their eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll get it done. Mum and dad need to relax a little.” Justin said, passing the ball back to Ben.

“Well they want you back inside so I’d suggest that you go now.”

“Fine. We’ll be back in a few guys.” Brandon said, making his way inside with his brother.

“So how’s it adjusting back here? Does it feel like home again?” Ben asked, doing some keep-ups while Jack watched.

“It felt like home since we landed, but I’m officially moved back in as of today.” she smiled, tossing the apple core into the nearby trash can.

“Congrats.” Ben smiled, now passing the ball to a waiting Jack.

“Mum was really happy to see you guys again, so much so that she’s already planning the next get together.” he laughed, making Hayden laugh along as well.

“Even Luke was pretty happy” Jack smirked, giving a knowing look to his brother as Hayden stood confused.

She hoped that Luke would be as happy as she was now that she was finally back home, but something in both Ben and Jacks reactions to that statement made her question things.

Was he not happy that she was back? He seemed happy yesterday when we all hung out, she thought as millions of questions swarmed her mind.

“After you left, he was telling us that you guys were supposed to hang out together.”

“Yeah we are tonight. We’re having a movie night.”

“Like the ones you guys had when we were little? Blanket forts and all?” Jack laughed, remembering when he and Ben would invade their movie nights and break their fort.

“No, no forts,” she laughed. “Just a movie.”

“Sure, just a movie.” Jack smirked, now confusing Hayden even more.

“What’s that look supposed to mean? I’m serious. We’re just watching a movie.” she said, now with some annoyance lingering in her voice.

“We both know that you’d much rather bring something else than just watch a movie. It’s pretty obvious” Ben stated, making Hayden roll her eyes and try to hide the blush that was creeping upon her cheeks.

“We’re just friends who are going to watch a movie. Nothing more.” she said, as her brothers returned.

“Whatever you say…” Jack joked, now passing the ball to Justin as they continued their game.

Going inside, Hayden went into the basement to prepare for their movie night, grabbing bags of chips and beer bottles. After getting everything ready and relaxing for a couple of hours, Hayden’s phone buzzed, her screen illuminating with a text from “The Boy Next Door”, a name that she had used for Luke’s contact.

*L: Hey, I’m on my way now but there’s a bit of a problem.*

*H: Is everything okay?*

*L: Yeah, the guys just showed up unannounced, is it cool if they tag along?*

Reading over his last message Hayden sighed to herself and thought of a response to his question. As much as she wanted to deny it, she did want to spend the night with Luke alone. No parents, siblings or friends to bother them, but now her plans were ruined. Was she hoping for something to happen? Maybe, but she knew better than to try anything after just coming back into his life, and vice versa. Still thinking of a response, her phone buzzed again with another message from Luke.

*L: If you don’t want them to come, I’ll kick them out. They won’t really care.*

*H: No it’s fine they can come :)*

And with that, their party of 2 became a part of 5 as the boys now invaded her basement. They were currently watching a Fast and Furious marathon, a suggestion made by Michael that no one seemed to disagree with. Since arriving, Luke had made little to no effort to talk to Hayden, since every whisper that was heard was immediately shushed by Michael whose eyes never left the screen. Leaning her head against her hand on the edge of the couch, Hayden played a game on her phone, bored of the movie playing on the screen when Ashton leaned over and whispered quietly, an action scene playing just loud enough that Michael wouldn't hear them.

“Sorry if we crashed your movie night, I told Mike and Cal that we should’ve just stayed at my place.” he said.

“It’s fine.” she responded, a small smile on her face as she put her phone down.

“I mean it, I know that you wanted to hang out with Luke, and he wanted to hang with you too, but we ruined it.”

“You guys didn’t ruin anything.” she responded, Ashton nodding along as the movie ended.

“I’m bored. Now what?” Michael said, turning his attention toward everyone.

“We could play a game?” Luke asked.

“Or drink.” Calum responded, grabbing another beer for himself while everyone laughed at his response.

After deciding on just hanging around and talking, Hayden realized that the guys weren’t as disruptive as she thought and that they were just as funny and easy to get along with as Luke was. Talking with them was easy, especially with Ash she thought. She had learned about his family and childhood, how his father had left him and his mother at an early age and about his younger brother and sister. She also learned about his passion for music that stemmed from a young age and why he decided to get into the music industry with the other three boys. She hadn’t expected to hit it off so quickly with Ashton, having only met him a handful of times, but she was glad that at least someone was talking to her, even if it wasn’t who she originally hoped. Hours passed and many bottles finished, the guys decided it was time to leave, Hayden walking them out as they bid their farewells at the door, promising to hang out again.

“See ya Hayden.” Calum spoke. “Thanks for having us.”

“Next time we’ll do it Lukes place.” Michael spoke, laughing as Luke gave him a look.

“So we’re just volunteering my house next?” he asked, laughing along while rolling his eyes.

“Yeah it goes in order. Haydens, yours, Cals, Ashs and then mine, aka party central.” Michael spoke, now making everyone laugh at his remarks as they began walking to their cars.

“Thanks again for having us,” he spoke, “It was fun.”

“Yeah it was.” she smiled.

“Oh before I forget, give me your number.” he said, taking his phone out and creating a contact for her.

Smiling, Hayden took his phone and added her number in, sending a text to herself so she would have his number too and handed the phone back.

“I’ll text you,” he smiled, putting his phone away and grabbing his keys. “See ya tomorrow mate!”

“Bye” Luke yelled from inside, helping Hayden with the cleanup so she wouldn’t be stuck doing it tomorrow.

Watching as Hayden and Ashton said their goodbyes, an uneasy feeling settled in Luke’s stomach. Was it jealousy? Or was it the 4 bottles of beer that he had consumed over the night that had him feeling queasy. Once he was finished putting the bottles on the sink, he made his way over to Hayden, a smile on her face as she waved back at Ashton who had started to drive away.

“Sorry about them, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” Luke spoke, snapping her from her thoughts as she approached the door.

“It’s okay, I had a lot more fun than I thought I would,” she smiled. “No offence.”

Laughing he shook his head and walked out on the porch. “None taken, see you around Hastings.”

“Bye Hemmings.” she smiled, closing the door and locking it behind her. Making her way to her room, Hayden quickly changed and got settled into bed when her screen lit up with a text, this time from Ashton. Smiling she grabbed her phone and responded, making one message turn to 10, turn to hours of messaging into the early hours of the next morning, with Luke watching as he lay in his own bed, the light shining on her face as she smiled while texting a boy that wasn't him.

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lovecrimers · 8 years ago

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Scene by scene breakdown of the “2 in 1″ teaser

Okay so I downloaded the video and slowed it down to 10% so I could catch all the little bits and I found some PRETTY interesting stuff in it, especially when zooming into the background in the “purgatory-like” world. Here goes nothing.

Scene 1: Slow zoom on an old porch and door. I’m pretty interested to see who’s house this is as I’m pretty sure the “indoors” shots in the trailer are in here. Does the house have any significance? Could it be the Winchester’s old house or is it unrelated?

Scene 2: Blood magic maybe? Dean is seen cutting his palm and his blood dripping into a metal bowl below him. Typical shot when the boys are doing spellwork.

Scene 3: I’m fairly certain this is Crowley’s hand coming out of the ground which would make sense if the demons disposed of his body and buried it before he was able to repossess it.

Scene 4: I have my theories about who this could be. I know they mentioned a fan favorite comes back in the finale and I’m guessing it’s Jody but this isn’t her. Doesn’t have the body type to be Dean or Sam. I have a few theories but I’d be here all day if I got into my speculations about this bit alone.

Scene 5: I’m guessing this is the inside of the house we saw in the first take. Looks fairly old but well preserved. Possible flashback? Idk. Maybe on a different timeline?

Scene 6: Pretty sure this is a gash in Dean’s leg judging by the way he stands/walks. His signature bowlegs are present and he seems too short to be Sam.

Scene 7: Someone washing the blood off of a bearclaw meat tenderizer thing. I think this is either Mary or Dean, can’t really tell if the hands are male or female but both of them know how to handle themselves in bloody hand to hand combat.

Scene 8: This is inside the bunker and the lights aren’t flashing red so they’ve either restored power or managed to leave and come back in restoring everything. Have a few theories about what’s going on here but nothing really concrete. One is that the BMoL are trying to do the same thing to him as they did to Mary, the other is that they might be trying to FIX Mary here.

Scene 9: A crib in the house from the first take (Im guessing) - So either Lucifer’s child is already born or this is in preparation for his birth and Kelly’s about to pop. Also, someone commented on here earlier mentioning that this is the EXACT same crib and bedding from Nick’s house (Lucifer’s vessel) so maybe it’s a flashback.

Scene 10: Castiel standing in front of a beautiful lake with mountains in the distance. The take is eerily peaceful and beautiful which makes me nervous as usually shit goes down when there’s a beautiful take like this.

Scene 11: What im guessing are the BMoL foot soldiers gearing up for battle and grabbing a bunch of heavy guns and weapons. War is coming.

Scene 12: An old photo of Lucifer(or his vessel) and it kind of looks like he might be standing outside the same house from the first take? Someone on reddit also mentioned that this is possibly Lucifer leaving the Asylum that Crowley uses as headquarters.

Scene 13: Castiel kind of looks confused here and I’m not sure if he just has his finger up as a gesture for someone to stop or if he’s about to knock someone out with his angel powers. Or if he’s about to heal someone. Color me interested.

Scene 14: Kelly in bed looking like she’s contemplating her life. Doesn’t look asleep but doesn’t look very happy either.

Scene 15: I WILL FUCKING FIGHT SOMEONE. I’m PRETTY DAMN SURE that’s Lucifer dangling a lock of Rowena’s hair which makes me incredibly fucking scared for her wellbeing since I LOVE rowena. Also, Lucifer has a wedding band in this shot which is pretty interesting. Also,the box he walks towards on the counter seems to be covered in blood from the side.

Scene 16: The winchesters and Toni are holding the metal bowl dean was cutting himself into in front of them and the table starts shaking with power. Clearly working a spell.

Scene 17: This looks like a detonator? Someone might set off a bomb.

Scene 18: Lights are still flashing red and back to darkness which makes me feel confused because the flashing red lights were inside the bunker but this is clearly outside. Mystery person walking.

Scene 19: Ketch calling Dean’s(Sam’s?) phone and it going unanswered.

Scene 20: Dean crying silent tears with trembling chin and lips. This breaks my heart and also makes me INCREDIBLY nervous about Castiel because Dean gets super emotional when it comes to Cas being in trouble. Let’s hope it isn’t him crying over Cas dying.

Scene 21: Sam looking pretty upset but not as upset as Dean previously looked. Jody is in the background.

Scene 22: Mystery person walking through the dirt towards Castiel who is on the floor looking hurt or like he got knocked down.

Scene 23: A map on a computer screen. The BMoL possibly tracking or tracing someone? This definitely seems like men of letters type tracing technology.

Scene 24: Kelly painting a wall in what I imagine is the nursery for her child with what looks like Castiel watching from behind her.

Scene 25: Same mystery person continued to walk towards Castiel as lights flash red and shoots at something a bit behind Cas. The lights are really tripping me out in this scene but I’m glad that this person is apparently HELPING(?) Cas since they shot behind him and not at him.

Scene 26: Cas looks kind of confused/shocked as the person stops shooting.

Scene 26 pt2: Look at his face. He looks scared.

Scene 27: Sam looks like he’s in a mix between shocked and upset. There’s the purgatory-like setting behind him which is nothing but dirt. Reason I say purgatory like is because the producers mentioned that the finale would be taking place in a place reminiscent of purgatory with them keeping mind to “opening new worlds”

Scene 28: Dark hallway with a wet or bloody footprint. Can’t tell which but maybe it’s Kelly’s blood or water from her water breaking? Though the strides seem to be too big for her.

Scene 29: Not exactly sure what the expression on Dean’s face here is but it’s a bit alarming as he kind of looks like he’s surprised but maybe not that surprised? Would appreciate thoughts on this as I’m pretty unsure here but LOOK WHAT’S BEHIND HIM!

Scene 29 pt 2: SO I DID SOME ZOOMING AND GUESS WHAT, THAT REALLY FUCKING LOOKS LIKE MARY LYING DEAD IN THE BACKGROUND.

Scene 30: That really looks like Mary’s green jacket though it MIGHT be Dean’s olivey grey one. Can’t tell by the lighting. Also, those enochian handcuffs look badass.

Scene 31: Castiel kissing Kelly’s forehead. This looks kind of like a goodbye to me but I’m not sure if he’s telling her goodbye because he thinks he’ll die or cuz she’s going to give birth and she’ll most likely die. Also, very proud of Castiel for expressing these emotions. He’s come a LONG way. Kelly looks really sad here.

Scene 32: Dean looking at blueprints. They seem to be looking at BMoL plans to the bunker maybe?

Scene 33: Looks like Tonie handcuffed to an old radio or some kind of compressor in the bunker? There seems to be a laptop with some symbols set on top of it.

Scene 34: Random Dead hunter (looks vaguely familiar) with someone standing in the background. I firmly believe that it’s mary standing in the background. Maybe she used that bearclaw from one of the earlier scenes to kill this guy? I think so.

Scene 35: The strange purgatory-world with a bunch of dead people lying on the floor. Zoomed in pretty far but couldn’t discern any features that would help me distinguish who was who. Looks like off in the corner someone might be staked up in a tree.

Scene 36: I feel like this is Mary holding the phone. Maybe Jody is the next hunter she’s tasked with killing. The hands certainly look like Mary’s and it would make sense if they sent her after Jody since they’re familiarized. They seem to be sending her after hunters she knows. I really hope they don't kill Jody as she’s one of my favorites.

Scene 37: This little shit Lucifer looking smug as fuck. I want to punch his face ugh lol.

Scene 38: The boys having a BM scene somewhere in what looks like the bunker with the red flashing lights. It looks like they may have been trying to tear the wall down and eventually just gave up to have a BM and take a drink (judging by the bottle next to Dean)

Scene 39: I’m pretty sure that’s Jody’s sheriff truck hauling ass somewhere.

Scene 40: These smug little shitheads congregating with pictures of hunters in the background (pretty sure that’s sam’s picture right next to ketch) So maybe they’re coming up with an attack plan for the “final hunters” they have to exterminate.

Scene 41: Castiel looking out a window and doing his trademark squint, most likely in the house that Kelly is hidden in

Scene 42: Dean’s “dead stare” that he gets when he doesn’t seem to care about anything but revenge anymore. He looks dead inside and dangerous. Also covered in blood like he just finished a fight.

Scene 43: Ketch flying through the air and smashing into one of the bunker lamps (RIP - this reminds me of that amazing fanfic I read about two of the lamps inside the bunker being in love lol. Link is HERE)

Scene 44: Ketch all bloodied up holding a gun in a fight stance. This is def inside the bunker and seems to be in a fight with Dean (Which I’m sure Dean wins)

Scene 45: Ketch looking beat up and bloody like “oh shit i goofed” maybe realizing that he fucked up and he lost the fight. Possibly the scene where we finally say goodbye to Ketch for good?

Scene 46: This looks like them monitoring voices maybe from the wire taps within the bunker or maybe wire taps they’ve set on other hunters?

Scene 47: Jody looking like an absolute fucking badass pointing a gun at someone within the BMoL headquarters (at least I think it’s in there judging by the background)

Scene 48: Looks like the same bowl that Dean was dripping his blood into in one of the earlier scenes as well as the one that was on the table in front of him, sam and toni. Definitely a spell. Maybe opening up another dimension or summoning something?

Scene 49: Pretty sure this is mary looking at her phone. “Lester is down” meaning she probably killed the hunter. Could Lester be the dead guy from Scene 34? I’m willing to bet it is. I feel like we’ve seen him before or at least heard the name Lester before. Hmm. I’ll have to look that up later.

Scene 50: Mary looking scared and surprised in the same purgatory-like world as the boys and Castiel. Maybe she’s cured of her mind control now and realizing wtf is going on?

Scene 51: Kelly looking eerily calm in bed.

Scene 52: Castiel touching his hand to his boyfriend’s Dean's face and I’m unsure if he’s healing Dean or about to knock him out. Maybe showing him something via telepathy? I did however notice that there seems to be golden light coming from his fingers which is different that what we’re used to seeing. It’s always been whitish/bluish in the past.

Scene 53: It looks like Sam is walking in on the scene where Castiel is touching Dean’s forehead. I have a theory that maybe Cas is giving Dean some of the nephilim’s grace he has inside him? I think at this point anything is possible and how cool would that be if Dean was part “angelic” and able to use and control grace? Sam looks pretty fuckign scared/surprised here so I feel like it fits within the scene. I’m most likely wrong though lol.

Scene 54: Castiel looking up clearly shocked as he says “you?” - Boiiii don’t get me started on this I have so many theories on this not to mention how flooringly delicious cas looks with that confused little expression ugh. Anyway, back to the theories - I’ll go into detail about a few of them. 1. Dean Winchester. If somehow the BMoL were to brainwash Dean,or if Cas thought Dean was Dead, it would explain his surprise. 2. Bobby. This theory was brought on by someone on reddit and it makes total sense since the mystery person seems to kind of have a belly and bobby definitely had one.. Either way, I think given the current events, Cas would probably be surprised. 3. If they’re ACTUALLY IN PURGATORY, maybe Benny? (Come On I’m being hopeful) 4. Metatron. Another great theory brought up by someone on twitter. If this isn’t purgatory, maybe it’s the empty or wherever Metatron was zapped off to. 5. Perhaps instead of purgatory they get thrown into another timeline and they’re back in the endverse? Maybe The savior is endverse!dean or endverse!cas. Either way, this last scene baffles, terrifies me and stresses me the fuck out.

Anyway, enjoy the play by play and tell me what you think. I worked pretty dang hard on this.

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Supernatural S1 Ep 6 - Skin

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Word Count: 9,760 (it’s long but worth it) Warnings: angsty shifter?

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You duck from the incoming jacket that Sam throws your way with a small laugh. He turns and picks up his phone shortly afterwards, as you pull his jacket into your lap.

“Alright, I figure we’d hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight,” Dean says, pulling over into a gas station and turning off the engine.

“Yes, sir,” You joke, pretending to salute him. He smiles before looking over at Sam, who doesn’t respond.

“Sam wears women’s underwear,” Dean attempts to grab Sam’s attention.

I’ve been listenin’, I’m just busy,” He says quickly in a quiet voice. “Busy doin’ what?” You ask. “Reading e-mails,” He replies, as Dean gets out of the car, but then stops and leans into the open window.

“E-mails from who?” Dean asks, walking around the car to start filling it with gas. “From my friends at Stanford,” Sam replies, opening another email.

You lean forwards and lean on the back of Dean’s seat.

“Why not?” Sam asks with a shrug. “Well, what exactly do you tell them? You know, about where you’ve been, what you’ve been doin’?” You ask curiously.

“I tell ‘em I’m on a road trip with my big brother and sister. I tell ‘em I needed some time off after Jess,” He explains. Dean puts the gas hose in and leans against the side of the car, slipping his hands into his pockets as he glances into the window.

“Oh, so you lie to ‘em,” He figures. “No. I just don’t tell ‘em….everything,” Sam defends.

“Yeah, that’s called lying,” You reply. “But I mean, hey, man, I get it, tellin’ the truth is far worse.”

“So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?” He asks. Dean shrugs. “You’re serious?” Sam asks in shock. He turns to you.

“What do you think, Y/N?”

“Oh, well-I, personally-” You stumble over your words as you have trouble telling Sam that all the people you knew drifted away, after you would leave for days at a time to go on hunts, and you weren’t able to talk to them.

“Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can’t get close to people, period,” Dean interrupts. “You’re kind of anti-social, you know that?” Sam shoots. “Yeah, whatever,” Dean replies as Sam continues to read his messages. You spot Sam’s expression contort into one of confusion and concern as he reads another email, and you lean forwards. He lets you read it over his shoulder, and you furrow your eyebrows.

“God….” You comment. “What?” Dean asks, leaning into the window again, resting his hand on top of the roof. “In this e-mail from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine,” Sam starts.

“Is she hot?” Dean asks. Sam ignores him, but you send him a ‘Really?” look.

“I went to school with her, and her brother, Zack. She says Zack’s been charged with murder. He’s been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn’t do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case,” Sam explains.

“Dude, what kind of people are you hangin’ out with?” Dean asks, reading the screen.

“No, man, I know Zack. He’s no killer,” Sam insists. “Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you.” You watch your brothers argue, not wanting to be caught up in the middle of it, but knowing that there’s something fishy about the situation.

“They’re in St. Louis. We’re goin’,” Sam states. Dean chuckles as you pull yourself further forwards.

“Look, sorry ‘bout your buddy, okay? But this does not sound like our kind of problem.”

“It is our problem. They’re his friends,” You add. “I think there’s something off about this - we should go, Dean,” You try to convince him.

“St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Y/N.” You and Sam glance at each other quickly before turning to Dean and giving him the best puppy eyes you can. Dean looks at both of you before audibly groaning.

“I hate it when you two do that,” He grumbles, before paying for the gas.

You high five Sam and fall into the back seat as Dean pulls out of the gas station, turning the car around.

“You sure this is the one?” You ask Sam as Dean pulls up to a house that Sam had given directions to.

“I’m sure,” He says, before climbing out of the car. You and Dean exchange a look before following him, jogging to keep up as Sam knocks on the door.

“Oh my God, Sam!” An attractive blonde girl opens the door, her face brightening when she sees your younger brother.

“Well, if it isn’t little Becky,” Sam teases.

“You know what you can do with that little Becky crap,” She retorts, making Sam smile. The both hug before Sam pulls back.

“I got your e-mail,” He says. “I didn’t think that you would come here.”

You and Dean step forward at the same time to introduce yourselves, and start battling for the first spot, shuffling your feet in front of each other.

You let Dean win, not wanting to make a scene. He extends his hand for her to shake.

“Dean. Older brother,” He introduces, before they shake hands. “Hi,” She smiles. “Hi.”

You nudge Dean not-so-subtly out of the way before extending your hand.

“Y/N. Older sister. We’re here to help, whatever we can do,” You smile/

“Come in,” She lets you all into her house, and Dean pushes the door shut behind him. You look around the house as you pass through various rooms. It was a large house, and looks comfortable. Overall, it gave the ‘rich person’ vibe.

“Nice place,” You comment. “It’s my parents’. I was just crashing here for the long weekend when everything happened. I decided to take the semester off. I’m gonna stay until Zack’s free,” Rebecca explains.

“Where are your folks?” Sam asks. “They live in Paris for half the year, so they’re on their way home now for the trial,” She replies. You all arrive in the kitchen. “Do you guys want a beer or something?”

Dean grins, and points a finger to what you thought was the fridge. “Hey—” He drags the ‘eey’ before you cut him off. “No, thanks.” Dean retracts his hand.

“So, tell us what happened,” Sam says, leaning on the other side of the breakfast bar, which Rebecca was also leaning on. You copy his actions.

“Well, um, Zack came home, and he found Emily tied to a chair. And she was beaten up and bloody, and she wasn’t breathing,” Rebecca’s voice cracks as her eyes start to shimmer.

“So, he called 911, and the police—they showed up, and they arrested him. But, the thing is, the only way that Zack could’ve killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time. The police—they have a video. It’s from the security tape from across the street. And it shows Zack coming home at 10:30. Now, Emily was killed just after that, but I swear, he was here with me, having a few beers until at least after midnight,” She continues. Your heart sinks, knowing that something was wrong here.

“You know, maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack’s house,” Sam suggests. “We could,” You agree. “Why? I mean, what could you do?” Rebecca asks.

“Well, me, not much,” Sam chuckles. “And Y/N just got out of school,” He continues, taking advantage of how young you look. “But Dean’s a cop,” Sam looks over at Dean. You don’t miss Dean’s ‘What-the-hell-are-you-doing?’ micro-expression before he laughs nervously.

You always pick up on Dean’s expressions that don’t last for longer than a second. It’s a talent of yours.

“Detective, actually,” Dean clarifies. “Really?” Rebecca asks, earning a nod from Dean. “Where?”

“Bisbee, Arizona. But I’m off-duty now,” He uses the location you were on your way to, and you’re impressed at how smoothly he’s lying.

“You guys, it’s so nice to offer, but I just—I don’t know,” Rebecca says.

“Bec, look, I know Zack didn’t do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he’s innocent,” Sam persuades.

“Okay. I’m gonna go get the keys,” She turns and walks away down the hall.

Dean whistles sarcastically when she’s gone, walking in front of Sam. “Oh, yeah, man, you’re a real straight shooter with your friends,” He says sarcastically.

“Look, Zack and Becky need our help,” Sam insists. “I just don’t think this is our kind of problem,” Dean continues, his natural smile working its way onto his face. You raise an eyebrow.

“Dude, two places at once? We’ve looked into less,” You say teasingly. Dean looks at you, raising his eyebrows and pressing his lips into a thin line, but says nothing, defeated. You smirk to yourself for your achievement.

Dean parks the car next to Zack’s house, where Rebecca had pointed you all to.

“You’re sure this is okay?” Rebecca asks Dean as you approach the door. “Yeah. I am an officer of the law,” He confirms, unlocking the door and entering the house. You duck under the police tap behind Dean, grimacing when you see that the furniture and walls of the house are smeared with blood.

There are papers and fruit on one of the tables with playing cards and magazines. You notice that Rebecca stays on the porch steps

“Bec, you wanna wait outside?” Sam asks as you stick with Dean, investigating the surroundings.

“No. I wanna help,” She says, ducking under the tape and following you and your brothers.

“Tell us what else the police said,” Sam says.

“Well, there’s no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in. The lawyers—they’re already talking about plea bargain,” You can hear the pain in her voice and how close she is to crying. “Oh, God…” She sobs.

“Look, Bec, if Zack didn’t do this, it means someone else did. Any idea who?” Sam asks in his soft voice. You look around at the yellow cards with black numbers on them, indicating the order in which the scene happened. It was a grizzly scene, and you followed the numbers as Rebecca continues talking.

“Um, there was something, about a week before. Somebody broke in here and stole some clothes—Zack’s clothes. The police—they don’t think it’s anything. I mean, we’re not that far from downtown. Sometimes people get robbed.”

You hear a dog barking after replaying the scene in your head. If Zack was the kind guys who Sam was describing, there’s no way he could have murdered his girlfriend so brutally.

You walk with Dean to find Sam in the hallway. You follow Sam’s gaze to see a picture of himself, Zack and Rebecca.

“So, the neighbor’s dog went psycho right around the time Zack’s girlfriend was killed,” Dean tells you both.

“Animals can have a sharp sense of the paranormal,” You reply.

“Yeah, maybe Fido saw somethin’,” Dean agrees. “So, you think maybe this is our kind of problem?” Sam asks, a smile tugging at his lips.

“No. Probably not,” Dean says. You open your mouth to protest, but he cuts you off. “But we should look at the security tape, you know, just to make sure.”

You all agree as Rebecca walks over to you.

“So, the tape. The security footage—you think maybe your lawyers could get their hands on it, ‘cause I just don’t have that kind of jurisdiction,” Dean starts.

“I’ve already got it. I didn’t wanna say something in front of the cop,” Rebecca says. Dean laughs. “I stole it off the lawyer’s desk. I just had to see it for myself.”

“All right,” Dean says smugly, before you all leave.

Rebecca loads the security tape into the television, hitting play as you and Dean sit on the arm of the couch with Rebecca as Sam stands in front of the screen holding the remote for it, holding it to his chin.

You watch the black and white tape as it shows a man walking into Zack’s house.

“Here he comes,” Rebecca commentates.

“22:04, that’s just after ten,” You read, noticing the timestamp at the bottom of the screen. “You said time of death was about 10:30,” Dean finishes your observation.

“Our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tape’s authentic. It wasn’t tampered with,” Rebecca explains. You look up just in time to see Sam’s eyes squint at the screen, as he lowers the remote. He takes a breath before turning in your direction, meeting your eyes briefly.

“Hey, Bec, can we take those beers now?” He asks.

“Oh, sure,” She says, getting up to go to the kitchen. You and Dean watch her leave before Sam adds to his comment.

“Hey, uh,” He starts, making her turn around. “Maybe some sandwiches, too?” He asks with a playful smirk. You know what he’s doing by now. He’s noticed something and he needs Rebecca out of the room to tell you.

“What do you think this is, Hooters?” She laughs lightly, before leaving the room.

“I wish,” Dean mutters almost dreamily, before following you as you make your way over to Sam. “What is it?” You ask.

“Check this out,” Sam starts, holding the remote towards the screen before rewinding and replaying the tape. One of the four frames depicts Zack looking directly at the camera. His eyes are an unnatural silver. Sam pauses the tape.

“Well, maybe it’s just a camera flare,” Dean shrugs. “I don’t think so, De. That’s not like any camera flare I’ve ever seen,” You state, leaning forwards to look closer at the hazy screen.

“You know, a lot of cultures believe that a photograph can catch a glimpse of the soul,” Sam starts.

“Right,” Dean urges him to continue.

“Remember that dog that was freakin’ out?” Sam asks.

“Maybe he saw this thing. Maybe this is some kind of dark double of Zack’s, something that looks like him but isn’t him,” You suggest.

“Like a Doppelganger,” Dean adds. “Yeah. It’d sure explain how he was two places at once,” Sam replies.

“I didn’t see Zack coming out,” You say. “So how would he re enter?” You ask yourself, loud enough so that your brothers can hear, but quiet enough for them to know they didn’t need to reply.

You then rub your eyes, which start to sting from fatigue. “Does this mean late night research?” You groan. “Maybe - but hey, you can sleep when Dean drives after,” Sam shrugs. You nod and laugh as Dean shoots Sam an ‘I-gotta-sleep-too!’, look.

You and your brothers return to your motel room after saying goodbye to Rebecca. As usual, there were two beds, leaving you to decide which one of your brothers you would bunk with.

“Y/N? You going with me?” Dean asks, pulling his shirt off as you toss your jacket into a nearby chair.

“Yeah, sure. Gimme a sec,” You reply, grabbing a loose shirt and some shorts before walking to change in the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

After changing, you stuff your previous clothes into your duffel and slide in next to Dean, who was waiting for you. Sam had fallen asleep in the other bed while you were changing, and you can see the covers on top of him rising and falling slowly.

Dean wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest, and you let your eyes close before falling asleep.

You wake up to cold water being splashed on your face, halting your breathing for a second. Your only reaction is letting out a small scream and bolting up before getting over the temporary shock to see Sam holding a glass in his hands, expression amused.

Just after this, Dean sits up quickly and sticks an arm out in front of you, probably to knock away any danger that was there.

You wipe your face and sigh after Dean realises that it was just his brother, and falls back onto the bed.

“Y/N, shush! You’ll wake everyone up!” Sam teases in a voice just above a whisper.

“Wake everyone up? What time is it…?” You trail off, picking up your phone and checking the time. “Five? You gotta be kidding, bud,” You groan.

Sam shrugs. “We’re leaving in ten - Zack’s house. I’ll see you in the car,” He picks up his bag and throws it over his shoulder, before leaving the room.

“How..?” You gesture towards Sam’s high energy level. Dean sits up properly and swings his legs over the side of the bed. “Beats me. Literally. We’d better get ready,” He mumbles, standing up.

The shock of the cold water has gone away, and you can’t really be bothered walking all the way to the bathroom to get changed, so instead, you just change by your bag, glad that you kept your underwear on least night.

“Uh, Y/N?” Dean questions awkwardly after you pull your shirt off. “You’re my brother, you’re not supposed to care,” You shoot. You feel Dean shrug behind you. “Works for me,” He says.

After you both finish getting changed, you tuck a pistol into your waistband and follow Dean out to the Impala, where Sam was comfortably sitting in shotgun, resting his head against the window with his eyes shut.

You smirk at Dean, watching as he carefully opens the driver’s door, before turning the keys in the car, smiling proudly to himself as the engine calmly roars to life. He then proceeds to lean into the car and ‘accidentally’ on the steering wheel.

The horn even makes you jump, but you can’t resist laughing as Sam jerks awake, eyes wide. “Son of a-” You see his lips move. Stifling your laugh, you slide into the back.

“How you doin’, Sammy?” You tease. Sam throws a smirk at you while Dean climbs into the driver seat and starts the engine.

Dean parks the car behind Zack’s house and stops the engine before you all get out. The cold air makes you shiver at first, but you get used to it after a few minutes.

“Alright, so what are we doin’ here at 5:30 in the morning?” Dean breaks the silence that had fallen over you by asking the question you and him are both wondering.

“I realized something. The videotape shows the killer goin’ in, but not comin’ out,” Sam starts, stopping next to you on the same side of the car, Dean holding the coffee he had picked up along the way standing opposite you.

“So, he came out the back door?” You ask, watching as Sam crosses the street as Dean leans on the hood of Baby, sipping his coffee.

“Right. So, there should be a trail to follow. A trail the police would never pursue,” Sam walks over to a dumpster and peers inside before turning around and glancing at the floor, finding nothing.

“‘Cause they think the killer never left. And they caught your friend Zack inside. I still don’t know what we’re doin’ here at 5:30 in the morning,” Dean states as you cross the road over to Sam, noticing a stain on a nearby telephone pole. “Sam,” You start, squinting and leaning closer towards it. Dark red.

“Blood. Somebody came this way,” You say when Sam comes over, but loud enough for Dean to hear.

“Yeah, but the trail ends. I don’t see anything over here,” Dean says casually, looking around lazily.

You glance up the pole, your head snapping back down when you hear an ambulance driving past sirens blaring, making your eardrums ache. You and your brothers follow it as it drives past, heading turning simultaneously. You and Sam glance at Dean. exchanging a look of concern.

You all start briskly walking in the same direction the ambulance went in, following it and ending up at what looks like a crime scene.

A man is taping police tape around trees and you see an Asian man in a suit is handcuffed and is being pushed into a police car.

You and your brothers enter the crowd, as Dean approaches a nearby woman.

“What happened?” Dean asks. “He tried to kill his wife. Tied her up and beat her.” “Really?” You ask in disbelief.

“I used to see him going to work in the morning. He’d wave, say hello. He seemed like such a nice guy.”

The car starts and the man is taken away.

You all move to the side of the house, investigating. You look around with Sam, finding two garbage cans. Deciding you’d better be safe than sorry, you open them and look inside, of course, finding nothing but the dank stench of rotting food.

You jump when you feel someone’s breath on the back of your neck.

“Hey,” Dean says. You spin around, and see the Sam is already standing behind him. “Remember when I said this wasn’t our kind of problem?” Dean asks.

“Yeah,” You reply. “Definitely our kind of problem,” Dean says confidently. “What’d you find out?” Sam asks.

“Well, I just talked to the patrolman who was first on the scene, heard this guy, Alex’s story. Apparently the dude was driving home from a business trip when his wife was attacked,” Dean explains, throwing his thumb behind him and letting it drop.

“So, he was two places at once,” You figure. “Exactly. Then he sees himself in the house, police think he’s a nutjob,” Dean continues. “Two dark doubles attacking loved ones in exactly the same way,” Sam says. “Could be the same thing doin’ it, too,” You suggest, watching as your brothers think for a second.

“Shapeshifter?” Sam asks. Dean shrugs as you realise that Sam’s suggestion makes sense. “Something that can make itself look like anyone?” Sam clarifies for Dean.

“Every culture in the world has a shapeshifter lore. You know, legends of creatures who can transform themselves into animals or other men,” You say.

“Right, skinwalkers, werewolves,” Sam agrees. You both turn to Dean after your exchange.

“We’ve got two attacks within blocks of each other. I’m guessin’ we’ve got a shapeshifter prowlin’ the neighborhood,” He concludes.

“Let me ask you this—in all this shapeshifter lore, can any of them fly?” Sam asks you, starting to walk a few steps before turning around. You assume he’s referring to his investigations.

“Not that I know of,” You shrug.

“I picked up a trail here. Someone ran out the back of this building and headed off this way.”

“Just like your friend’s house,” Dean states. “Yeah. And, just like at Zack’s house, the trail suddenly ends. I mean, whatever it is just disappeared,” Sam stresses.

“Well, there’s another way to go…” You pause for a moment before continuing. “Down.”

You all glance down, noticing a manhole a little to the left of Sam.

“She’s right,” Sam shrugs, kneeling down and prying the manhole cover off. You lead the way, grabbing hold of the cold-not to mention damp- rungs of the metal ladder, dropping down and waiting for at least one of your brothers to also drop before taking a few steps down a passage to have a look around.

“I bet this runs right by Zack’s house, too. The shapeshifter could be using the sewer system to get around,” Sam says when he gets down, his voice echoing slightly.

“I think you’re right. Look at this,” Dean beckons you over and invites you to bend down to examine a pile of blood and skin, which dean pokes at with his pocket blade, merged together into a goopy pile. You lift a hand to your nose to at least block out a little of the smell.

You smirk at your brothers’ faces. Sam is grimacing, and Dean looks like he’s about to puke.

“Is this from his victims?” Sam asks as Dean holds up some of the skin with his knife. You look at it in disgust, before an idea clicks in your brain.

“You know, I just had a sick thought. When the shapeshifter changes shape—maybe it sheds,” You suggest.

“That is sick” Dean agrees, dropping the goop back into the pile.

Part 2:

You all stand up and climb out of the sewer, jogging the short distance to Baby. You glance over at Sam who was keeping pace with you, Dean a little further behind.

“Remember when we used to race each other at times like this?” You breathe. Sam looks over and smiles at you. “Yeah, I do.” “Remember we used to keep p-points?” “Yeah…” “We never got to s-settle the one-all out of three,” You pant.

Sam smirks, and you know exactly what he’s about to do. He takes off sprinting, arms moving back and forth at an incredible pace.

You quickly adapt to match his speed, speeding up until your legs went numb and your lungs are screaming for air.

You’re soon running alongside him, but unfortunately as he’s taller, every step he takes equals to three of yours.

Still, you’re able to move your legs faster and soon stumble into the hood of Baby, panting heavily as Sam slows down about four seconds behind you. You lean against Baby for support, regaining your breath.

“Damn, sweet. You got fast,” Sam comments with a smile, leaning on a nearby streetlight. Thankfully it’s still daytime, so you can see that Dean is around twenty metres behind you, still jogging at a leisurely pace.

“Hunting kept me in shape. I can still run, little brother,” You tease, standing up when you hear Dean call your name.

“Y/N! Go long!” He calls. You stand up and start getting ready to catch the keys he had in his right hand, ready to throw.

“Ready!” You call, jogging backwards gently as he picks up the pace to shorten the distance between you two. He launches the keys in your direction and you watch them as they fly through the air.

You takes a few steps back and catch the sharp keys neatly in your hands, laughing lightly as you go to the trunk of Baby, inserting the key into the lock and turning it, lifting the the trunk lid up.

Dean joins you and Sam, immediately propping the lid of the arsenal open and rummaging for weapons.

“Well, one thing I learned from Dad, is that no matter what kind of shapeshifter it is, there’s one sure way to kill it,” Dean states after catching his breath and loading silver bullets into magazines.

“Silver bullet to the heart,” You say.

“That’s right,” Dean smirks, just before Sam’s cell phone starts to ring.

“This is Sam,” He takes a few steps away from Baby. You can only hear a few snippets of the conversation from Sam’s side as you help Dean with the guns.

“We’re near Zack’s, we’re just checkin’ some things out.”

Pause.

“What are you talkin’ about?” Sam asks in shock, before scoffing a few moments later. “Why would you do that?”

You look over at Dean, who shares a confused glance with you.

“Bec—” Sam’s cut off by the person on the other end, who you now know is Rebecca.

“We’re tryin’ to help,” Sam pleads. You swallow nervously. “She found out?” You mouth to Dean. He shrugs as Sam speaks again.

“Bec, I’m sorry, but—” Sam stops talking and drops his arm by his side as he leans on one of Baby’s doors. You and Dean both walk up to him, and you see the disappointment etched onto Sam’s face.

“I hate to say it, but that’s exactly what I’m talkin’ about. You lie to your friends because if they knew the real you, they’d be freaked. It’s just—it’d be easier if—” Dean starts.

“If I was like you,” Sam cuts him off. Your eyes widen, and you hope that this isn’t going to turn into an argument.

“Hey, bud, like it or not, we are not like other people,” You chime in. “But I’ll tell you one thing. This whole gig—it ain’t without perks,” You pull Sam’s gun from your waistband witch a smirk. He gives you a small smile and takes it, tucking it into the back of his jeans as you all walk back to the sewers.

This time around, you have flashlights and guns as you navigate the sewers, Dean in front, you in the middle, and Sam bringing up the rear.

You take multiple turns, the sewer smell getting stronger and stronger as you travel further into the sewers. You don’t want to know what was squelching lightly underneath your feet as you walk.

You shine your flashlight around as you walk, trying to find any sign of a shapeshifter.

You reach the main passage in the sewers, with the wide and deep stream of sewage flowing in a straight line past you.

You all take one long step over it at the same time, Sam gently tugging on your arm after acknowledging your shorter legs and slight struggle in getting across.

Sam takes the lead, Dean behind, and you at the back, gun aimed in front of him, after you see that the next passage is closer to him. You look around and silently gag at the gory sight on the large pipes to your right.

“I think we’re close to its lair,” You state, keeping your flashlight on the pile, causing Sam to stop moving and face you.

“Why do you say that?” He asks. “Because there’s another puke-inducing pile next to your face,” You motion towards the pile.

Sam turns and recoils, turning his head away with a truly disgusted look on his face.

“Oh, God!” You stifle a giggle before looking around and seeing a pile of clothes in the corner along with another mixture of skin and blood.

“Looks like it’s lived here for a while,” Dean states, leaning against the wall and facing Sam.

“Who knows how many murders he’s gotten away with?” Sam asks, turning to face you. His eyes immediately widen. “Y/N!” He yells in warning.

You turn around to see the Asian man with white eyes. As soon as you turn, you feel a sharp pain on the side of your face, knocking you backwards into Dean, only after hitting your arm on a pipe on your way down though. Dean holds you up as Sam takes a few shots with his gun as the shifter sprints away, but misses.

You groan as you stand up and your brothers attempt to come to your aid.

“Get the son of a bitch!” You instruct, shaking your arm out after your brothers take off. You sprint to stay on their heels as the shifter navigates its way out of the sewers.

You follow it up the ladder, Sam, Dean, and then you. Dean helps haul you out just in case you had something more than a bruise on your arm. You look around, but see nothing around you in the park you end up in, the daylight long gone.

“All right, let’s split up,” You propose, holding your gun tight. “All right, we’ll all meet around the other side,” Dean agrees. “All right,” Sam nods.

You feel Dean pat your shoulder as he runs in an opposite direction to you, Sam running the other way entirely.

“Where would a monster go?” You say to yourself. “A dark place probably.”

You start running down an almost empty street and pause. “Alleyways. Of course,” You breathe sarcastically, making your way down it with your hand hovering over your pocket in your jacket.

The alley is empty apart from a few people, and you end up finding nothing. You make your way to the street corner and wait for your brothers nervously, secretly hoping that neither of them had run into the shifter.

Dean’s voice grabs your attention. “Hey.” You turn around to see him walking up behind you. “Anything?” He asks, arms open.

“No. He’s gone,” You sigh.

“All right, let’s get back to the car.”

You sigh, but cross the street anyway, walking into Sam halfway up. “You find anything?” You ask. He shakes his head. “You?” You also shake your head as you make your way back to Baby.

“You think he found another way underground?” Sam asks as you approach.

“Yeah, probably. You got the keys?” Dean asks. You check your pockets just in case you kept them earlier, but your pockets are empty. Sam takes a moment to respond.

“Hey, didn’t Dad once face a shapeshifter in San Antonio?” Sam asks, pulling the keys from his pocket. “Oh, that was Austin. It turned out not to be a shapeshifter, it was a thought form. A psychic projection, remember?” Dean replies. You furrow your eyebrows, remembering that hunt. Sam had the right details.

“Oh, right,” You can see the cogs turning in Sam’s brain. “Here ya go,” Sam throws the keys to Dean, which he catched with one hand. You follow Sam as he walks away and Dean opens the trunk.

“Y/N,” Sam grabs your uninjured shoulder and pulls your towards him.

“That isn’t Dean,” He says firmly in your ear, pulling out his gun. “What? How do you know?” You shoot back. “Just follow my lead.”

You also take out your gun and follow Sam as he points the gun at Dean, who was looking inside the trunk with an unreadable smirk on his face. One that you’ve never seen on the real Dean before. Was Sam right?

“Don’t move!” Sam shouts at Dean firmly, holding the gun. Dean immediately stands up to face you and Sam, both pointing guns at him. “What have you done with him?” Sam demands.

“Dude, chill. It’s me, all right?” Dean says calmly, his hands raised in a surrender position.

“No, I don’t think so. Where’s my brother?” Sam’s quick to respond and demand an answer.

“You’re about to shoot him! Sam, calm down. Y/N, tell him,” Dean insists. “Sorry, Dean,” Your gut is telling you to go with Sam on this one, especially as he looks like he’s just about to justify himself.

“You caught those keys with your left. Your shoulder was hurt after Y/N fell into you,” Sam states. You bite your lip, making a mental note to apologise to Dean later.

“Yeah, it’s better. What do you want me to do, cry?” Dean asks sarcastically. “You’re not my brother,” Something clicks in your brain that points out everything that isn’t like Dean.

“Why don’t you pull the trigger, then? Hm? ‘Cause you’re not sure. Guys, you know me,” Dean pleads.

“Don’t,” Sam says sharply. There’s a short pause before Dean hits Sam twice with a crowbar from the trunk, knocking him out, making you jump and drop next to him.

“Sam! Wake up!” You shake his shoulder desperately.

“Your turn, sweetheart,” is all you hear before feeling a sharp pain around your head.

You wake up in a dingy, dusty room. You know you’re tied up, as your movement is restricted. You gasp for breath, realising that your neck is tied with your wrists tightly around a wooden pole. Your chest is also restricted, in addition to rope tied around your hips.

You hear footsteps and force your head to turn to see Dean-no, the shifter walking with a candle lamp and a large roll of rope in each of his arms.

He sees that you’re awake and stalks over to you, making your heart beat faster with every footstep. The suspense is agonising, until he backhands you hard, knocking your head back into the pole.

You groan loudly, your head pounding.

“Where are they? Where are my brothers?” You manage to croak out once you regain your composure. The shifter has walked just outside of your peripheral vision, probably to empty the contents of his arms.

“I wouldn’t worry about them. I’d worry about you,” The shifter replies maliciously, returning with a large duffel bag full of objects you can’t make out.

This still makes you even more nervous.

“Where are they?” You demand. The shifter turns again.

“You don’t really wanna know,” He chuckles. Not a loud, resonanting chuckle. A light, evil chuckle from his nose. “I swear, the more I learn about you and your family—I thought I came from a bad background.” He continues.

“What do you mean, learn?” You ask as the shifter picks up a large blade. He looks at you for a second before grimacing and stopping. He grabs his head in pain and squeezes his eyes shut. The sight sends mixed emotions to you.

You have to keep reminding yourself that it isn’t Dean who is having a painful headache. That’s almost what it looks like, anyway.

The shifter then relaxes after a few moments of him holding a fist to his lips, and looks at you again.

“He’s sure got issues with you,” He says almost painfully, advancing towards you. “The woman of the family, Dad’s little girl. He would’ve let you do anything besides hunting,” He drops something you can’t quite make out by your feet.

“You could have been out. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home. With Dad. You don’t think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. Where the hell were you when you wanted to ‘hunt alone’?”

“Where is my brother?” You insist, this time referring to Dean so that you know he isn’t dead. The shifter leans in close before straddling your waist.

“I am your brother.” He pulls out a small pocket knife.

“See, deep down, I’m just jealous,” He explains, brushing the cold metal against the sides of your face almost too gently. “You make easily make friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak. And sooner or later, everybody’s gonna leave me,” The shifter stands up and backs away a little.

“What are you talkin’ about?” You ask.

“You left. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me, too. No explanation, nothin’, just poof. Left me with you and little Sammy’s sorry asses,” He says, picking up a big piece of fabric from the side and walking with it in front of you. You have the worst ideas from it. What is he going to do?

“But, still, this life? It’s not without its perks,” He laughs, throwing his arms out for a second. “I meet the nicest people. Like little Becky,” Your jaw clenches. “You know, Dean would bang her if he had the chance. Let’s see what happens,” He smiles at you before throwing the sheet over your body. You sigh in relief that he didn’t do anything to you on one hand, but where are your brothers?

Part 3:

You manage to throw the sheet off of your face, and try to move your fingers to find anything to cut your ropes, but to no avail.

“Damn it,” You curse, freezing when you hear movement in another area of the room, along with someone coughing./p>

“That better be you, Y/N, and not that freak of nature,” Dean voice echoes and you laugh in relief.

“Yeah, it’s me. Sam?” You call out. There’s no answer. “Sammy?!” Dean calls louder, before you hear a gasp of breath and more coughing from somewhere in Dean’s direction.

“Oh, thank god,” You sigh in relief. You hear Dean struggling as he starts to undo his ropes. “He went to Rebecca’s, lookin’ like you De,” You say.

“Well, he’s not stupid. He picked the handsome one,” Dean retorts. You snort, and you know that Sam is giving him a confused look as Dean continues to undo his ropes.

You can hear every strand of rope snapping as Dean pulls his arms up and down.

“Here’s the thing. He didn’t just look like you, he was you. Or he was becoming you,” You explain before hearing the rope fully snap.

“What do you mean?” Dean asks.

“I don’t know, it was like he was downloading your thoughts and memories,” You say. hearing Sam’s rope snap this time.

“You mean, like the Vulcan mind meld?” Dean asks as you pull on your ropes, resisting the one on your neck threatening to cut off your air supply. “Yeah, somethin’ like that,” You agree. “Maybe that’s why he doesn’t just kill us,” Sam suggests. You hear Dean stand up and his footsteps make his way over to you.

“Maybe he needs to keep us alive. Psychic connection,” Dean suddenly appears to your right, and you can feel his hands untying the rope binding your wrists together.

“Yeah. Come on, we gotta go. He’s probably at Rebecca’s already,” You say. Sam catches up a few minutes later, working on the rope around your chest as you take your hips. Dean gently unties the rope around your neck and helps you up.

You all run, and find a vent with cool air seeping out of it. “Guys,” You say.

You climb through first and punch the vent off at the other side, probably bruising your knuckles as you practically fall out onto the ground.

“Come on. We gotta find a phone, call the police,” Sam says urgently, coming out second.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You’re gonna put an APB out on me,” Dean protests. Sam shrugs. “Sorry.”

Dean rolls his eyes as you point down the street. “This way,” You know where you are as you start running down the street again with your brothers. This time you aren’t racing against Sam, or Dean. You’re racing against time. The shifter. What is he going to do to Becky?

You keep running until you’re distracted by a news report in a store window. You grab both of your brothers’ jackets, forcing them to stop.

“An anonymous tip led police to a home in the Central West End, where a S.W.A.T team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white male, approximately twenty-four to thirty years of age, was discovered hiding in her home,” The reporter says, as a fairly accurate sketch of Dean appears on the screen.

“Man! That’s not even a good picture,” Dean exclaims. You and Sam both look around to make sure nobody heard him.

“It’s good enough,” Sam says, walking away.

“Man!” Dean curses under his breath. You both follow Sam down the street until you all turn into an alley, and Dean steps into a puddle, jumping and swinging his legs to the side to avoid it.

“Come on!” Dean groans.

“They said attempted murder. At least we know—” “ I didn’t kill her,” Dean interrupts Sam.

“We’ll check with Rebecca in the morning, see if she’s all right,” You say. “All right, but first I wanna find that handsome devil and kick the holy crap out of him,” Dean agrees. You stop walking suddenly, feeling your pockets. Your brothers copy your actions.

“We have no weapons. No silver bullets,” You state.

“Y/N, the guy’s walkin’ around with my face, okay, it’s a little personal, I wanna find him,” He states. “Okay. Where do we look?” Sam asks.

“Well, we could start with the sewers.” “We have no weapons. He stole our guns, we need more,” You say. You all stop and think. “The car?” Sam asks. “I’m bettin’ he drove over to Rebecca’s,” Dean comments.

“The news said he fled on foot. I bet it’s still parked there,” You add. Dean raises an open hand as if he was about to give you a really good point, but instead, he clenched it and growled.

“The thought of him drivin’ my car,” He says, clearly upset.

“All right, come on,” Sam gets you all to start walking again. (They start walking.)

“It’s killin’ me,” Dean says painfully. “Let it go,” You say in an attempt to calm him down.

You all run around to the side of Rebecca’s house to see the Impala parked on the side.

“Oh, there she is! Finally, something went right tonight!” Dean exclaims, relieved. You all take a step towards it but freeze when a police car drives around the corner and parks next to it.

“Oh, crap,” Dean curses, instinctively grabbing your arm to pull you away from them, turning around. However, another police car is parked a few yards away. “This way, this way,” Dean calls out, moving towards a fence.

“You two go. I’ll hold ‘em off,” Sam instructs. “What are you talking about?” “They’ll catch you.” You and Dean both protested at the same time.

“Look, they can’t hold me. Just go. Dean, keep out of sight. Meet me at Rebecca’s,” Sam says desperately. You and Dean both run and jump up the fence and pull yourselves up onto the top of it. “Guys!” Sam calls. You both turn your heads. “Stay out of the sewers alone,” He warns. Dean says nothing and turns and swivels off of the fence. You hop off and follow him, hearing Sam in the distance, “I mean it!”

“Yeah, yeah!” Dean calls to him as you run alongside each other.

“Go meet Sam at Rebecca’s! I need to get stuff out of the trunk!” Dean breaks off from you and starts running away. You roll your eyes, knowing that Dean is lying, but he also knows what he’s doing.

You see Sam walking up the front yard to Rebecca’s.

“Sam!” You call. He turns around. “Y/N! Where’s Dean?” Sam asks. “He told me to stay to the main street to get here sooner while he takes the alleyways. He could be a while,” You lie as Sam knocks on the door.

Sam decides to explain the real situation to Rebecca, and you both sit in her kitchen talking it out.

“So, say this shapeshifter is real. By the way, you know you’re both crazy? But, um, say it is real. How do you stop it?” Rebecca asks, replacing Sam’s empty beer bottle with a new one and simply taking your empty one.

“Thanks,” He sighs as you wait for him to say the punchline of what everyone thought was a joke. “Silver bullet to the heart,” He states. Rebecca chuckles.

“You are crazy,” is all you hear before you feel a sharp pain at the back of your head, and you’re knocked unconscious at the same time as Sam with the empty beer bottles.

You wake up seeing Dean- it’s the shifter, Y/N!- tying up your ankles. He looks up and notices you’ve just woken up. Without missing a beat, he attempts to grab your arms.

“Sam!” You shout, wriggling to try and get away from the shifter, however he had other ideas. He straddled your waist again, still trying to grab you.

“Give me your hands!” He growls, just as he got them both at the same time. He holds them tightly together before swiftly reaching for a rope and tying them together. The ropes dig into your skin and you groan in annoyance as he drops your hands into your lap and begins to walk around the kitchen. There’s a pile of clothes and goop a few metres away, signalling that the shifter just turned into Dean.

You see Sam unconscious against the opposite wall, tied in the same way as you, yet he was only just stirring a little.

There’s sweat settling on your skin as you lean against what seems like a chair behind you.

“What are you gonna do to me?” You stall, panting slightly. “Oh, I’m not gonna do anything. Dean will, though,” You see his smirk out of the corner of your eye. Before he opens a drawer, looks in it, and slams it shut again.

“They’ll never catch him,” Sam breathe. The shifter directs his attention to Sam. “Oh, doesn’t matter. Murder in the first of his own sister? He’ll be hunted the rest of his life,” The shifter responds after looking in another drawer. He makes his way over to the knife rack, examining a sharp knife he picks up. Your heart beats quickly, and you look over at Sam helplessly.

“And to get his brother to watch? The cops won’t take that lightly,” He smirks. He puts the knife in his duffel and throws it over his shoulder before making his way over to you.

“Change of location,” He smirks, wrapping one arm around your torso and pulling you into his chest with a hand over your mouth to muffle your screams.

“Don’t touch her! Leave her alone!” Sam’s pained yells echo through the hall. “I’ll be back for you, Sammy!” Was the only response Sam gets.

The shifter drops you next to a pool table in what you think is the living room, dumping the duffel on the table.

He leaves the room again but comes back with Sam no more than two minutes later, dropping him a meter from you on the floor. He then walks out of your field of vision.

“I must say, I will be sorry to lose this skin. Your brother’s got a lot of good qualities. You should appreciate him more than you do,” As he speaks, he pours himself a drink.

“Cheers,” He says as he walks in between yours and Sam’s bodies, taking a sip and placing it on the table. You hear the knife lightly scrape against the rope in his bag, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you take a deep breath. You open your eyes and flinch when he sticks it into the edge of the pool table.

You watch the shifter’s amused expression briefly, before turning back to Sam, who is looking around him, letting his eyes linger on the knife lastly.

As the shifter looks through his duffel, Sam rocks backwards and kicks the shifter to the ground. You roll under the table to get out of the way as Sam scurries to the knife, rubbing his hands up and down the blade. He takes the knife after he’s free, and you try to twist your hands free from the rope, but it’s too tight.

You hear Sam struggling with the shifter, and flinch when Sam falls and rolls onto the ground back to his feet.

“Oh, you son of a bitch,” The shifter curses as he and Sam begin to fight. The knife drops to the floor and you take your opportunity to cut the ropes. The relief of the pain is sweet, and you roll out from under the table with new found motivation.

You stand up when the shifter knocks Sam off guard before throwing a sharp punch to his stomach, causing him to double over for a second. You throw in another punch, but he catches your arm and twists it behind your back before grabbing your other arm and pulling that behind you too. There’s a searing pain which almost renders you unable to move. Almost.

You shout in pain before sharply pulling an arm away and twisting in his grip, pushing him down, making him bend forwards. He chuckles.

“Not bad, little sister,” He comments, this time twisting in your grip and backhanding you sharply again. You fall to the side, and Sam steps in.

“You’re not him,” Sam growls as you crawl out of the way. Sam throws the shifter into the pool table, and the shifter audibly groans in annoyance. He comes back strong, which his hands flying straight to Sam’s neck, batting away his attempts to knock away his grip.

The shifter knees Sam in the stomach, and he doubles over, and you took this as your cue, as Sam is thrown into a bookshelf, breaking it. All of the books and shelves fall on top of him. Sam tries to crawl away, and you land two punches to the shifter’s abdomen before he kicks you sharply in the diaphragm.

“Even when we were kids, I always kicked your asses,” He says, grabbing a pool cue and swinging it at Sam, but he misses as Sam dodges and rolls over the pool table, and he hits a light fixture instead.

You then realise you’re standing right next to him and start to make a beeline for Sam, but the shifter grabs you around your waist and pulls you into him with the knife at your neck.

“How about this, huh? I’ll let you catch your breath,” The shifter traces a thin line across your neck. You pant heavily, sweat pulling your clothes to your skin.

Sam stands again, in a ready stance. You wink subtly at him before pinching the shifter tightly on the tricep closest to you, causing him to let go for a second.

A second long enough for you to dodge out of his grip and stand ready next to Sam, who throws a punch only for his arm to be caught and him to be kicked, yelling in pain. He then dodges at least four more punches, darting to the side, slightly dizzy from the looks of it.

You stand ready as the shifter approaches you, and you block a number of his blows, except for the one which went straight for your head, making you fly backwards whilst hitting your head on something hard.

Everything is blurry in your vision, and your head is pounding. The next thing you hear is Dean’s voice, shouting, “Hey!” and then two gunshots.

Your heart beats fast. Dean or shifter?

You hear Rebecca rushing to Sam, and hear heavy footsteps walk past your trembling, semi-conscious body, before coming back a few moments later. Someone crouches in front of you, ever so gently lifting you into their arms, as if you would break with too sharp of a movement.

“Stay with me, sweetheart.” He taps your cheek as your eyes flutter open and shut.

It’s Dean.

Is it?

Your body tenses and your heart beats faster, which only makes you slip into sleep quicker.

“P-please don’t hurt…” You trail off, and Dean pulls you further into his chest, heartbroken.

Do you think he’s still the shifter? He stands up and begins to take you over to Sam and Rebecca, before stopping in front of the dead shifter, making sure that it’s truly dead. You fight to keep your eyes open, seeing the figure of the shifter blurry in your vision.

“Dean,” You say weakly, tapping his chest to tell him to let you down. He slowly drops your legs to the floor, keeping your arm around his shoulders to aid your walking.

You rub your temples after seeing Sam’s head in Rebecca’s lap.

“I can’t remember the last hunt like that,” You breathe with a smile.Rebecca pulls Sam to his feet before facing you and Dean.

Rebecca shows you all to the door. “Thanks, Bec. We’ll stop here before leaving tomorrow,” Sam waves a little before Rebecca also says goodbye, and you all make your way back to the motel.

You wake up in Dean’s arms, facing away from him. Your head’s aching, but it isn’t anything some aspirin won’t fix.

After you and your brothers arrive at Rebecca’s, you pull a map out of the car and walk with Dean to spread it onto the hood, looking for your dad’s coordinates as Sam talks to Rebecca inside her house.

“Are you okay?” Dean asks you quietly. You think for a moment. “Yeah. I will be. Give it a few days,” You pat his hand twice upon hearing Rebecca’s front door open, grabbing your attention.

You and Dean turn around to see Sam and Rebecca walking out, still talking.

“So, this is what you do? You, your sister, and your brother—you hunt down these kinds of things?” She asks when Dean picks up the map again, stealing glances to their conversation. They continue to talk as you use your finger to follow the lines on the map.

“Yeah, pretty much.” “I can’t believe it. I mean, I saw it with my own eyes. And, I mean, does everybody at school—nobody knows that you do this?” “No.” “Did Jessica know?”

There’s a short pause in the conversation. “No, she didn’t,” Sam says eventually. “Must be lonely.”

“Oh, no. No, it’s not so bad,” Sam denies quickly. You look up to see him looking at you, offering a small smile. “Anyway, what can I do? It’s my family.”

Rebecca laughs a little. “Well, you know, Zack and me, and everybody at school—we really miss you,” Rebecca hugs Sam tightly, and you don’t catch what he says next as you look back down before Dean folds the map and places it in his jacket.

“Well, will you call sometime?” Rebecca asks. “It might not be for a little while,” Sam responds. Rebecca nods and turns to wave at you and Dean. You both wave back before she goes back inside the house.

Sam walks over to you and Dean.

“So, what about your friend, Zack?” You ask, making your way to your car door.

“Cops are blamin’ this Dean Winchester guy for Emily’s murder. They found the murder weapon in the guy’s lair, Zack’s clothes stained with her blood. Now they’re thinking maybe the surveillance tape was tampered with. Yeah, Becca says Zack will be released soon,” You smile as Dean rolls his eyes and getting into the car.

You climb in behind Sam. “Next time, I’m calling shotgun,” You smirk. Sam smiles and shakes his head as Dean drives away.

“Sorry, man,” Dean says, breaking the silence of the car ride. “About what?” “I really wish things could be different, you know? I wish you could just be….Joe College,” Dean says sincerely. “No, that’s okay. You know, the truth is, even at Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in,” Sam replies.

“Well, that’s ‘cause you’re a freak,” Dean says. “Yeah, thanks.” “Well, I’m a freak, too, and so is Y/N,” Dean comforts.

“We’re right there with ya, all the way,” You wink. Sam laughs lightly. “Yeah, I know you are.”

“You know, I gotta say—I’m sorry I’m gonna miss it,” Dean changes the subject slightly. “Miss what?” You ask.

“How many chances am I gonna have to see my own funeral?”

You and Sam smile at each other, before you turn to stare back out of the window.

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Foodie Friday// Top 20 Places to Eat + Drink Summer 2017 in Cincinnati, OH

1.Salazar // With the seasons changing, so are the menu’s, and to our tastebuds delight. Salazar is still a leader in flavors, presentation, dining experience, service, cocktails (Oh yes), and more. When heading to Salazar this Summer, make sure to try and dine outside at the bar/tables if available. Your senses will be delighted. (Try and reserve a seat right around sunset)

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2. PLEASE // I have kept my eye on PLEASE since before it was a brick and mortar and just a concept. Please has more than propelled to further establish Cincinnati as a culinary mecca for Chefs, artists, and food enthusiasts alike. As an art dealer, I see art in everything. Please is art in its entirety. Please offers a dining experience that will completely make you forget it is 88 degrees outside, and that we are in the midwest. I adore everything about Please. The food is impeccably inventive, thoroughly thought out, and each time I am able to dine, a new experience pleasantly unfolds.

3. Pleasantry // Dine outside this week for their 1st Year anniversary. Pleasantry’s outside space, paired with an amazing food and wine list, is a more than wonderful spot for anything from a first date, to brunch with friends, family, or your long time honey. An intimate setting on the inside, I usually like dining at one of the tables by the entrance, but if you can, go outside.

4.Sotto // I believe this may be one of the most romantic restaurants in the city, the food eludes sex, and the decor is perfection with dripping candles giving magical lighting, while being luxurious and rustic all at the same time. I literally feel like I am in a dream when dining at Sotto. Each bite is mind blowing. I can't speak highly enough about Sotto and their team. Well actually, I can, their team is to be rivaled.

5. Restaurant L // The premier fine dining experience. THE PLATING IS REMARKABLE. The decor and service match the artistry of the food. If you are looking for a Great Gatsby Summer night, L is your restaurant. Le sigh, now I must go there again just thinking about it.

6.Bauer European Kitchen // Looking for a German fine dining experience?Cincinnati’s rich German history is quite amazingly represented through a ballet of dishes at Bauer Farm House. Make sure to check out their wine list as well, and note that Bauer hosts many vino related events for any of you wine enthusiasts out there looking to start or add to your collection.

7. Hotel Covington // O the glamour of Kentucky. O that’s right, I said it. Hotel Covington is bringing back pomp and circumstance, and I love it. Sip on a lovely rose under the chandeliers (and or check out outside) I love Hotel Covington in the Winter, but this is starting to be a new spot to check out when wanting to explore outside of downtown Cincinnati this Summer. PS check out Coppins, the restaurant inside of Hotel Covington as well as the walk-up window for those getting the late night munchies.

8. Mecca // ART ART ART, and of course amazing drinks. This is where you will find an amazing downtown ambiance and did I say art, live music, and even an occasional pop up dinner paired with brilliant drinks of course. Local renowned artists are on full showcase, with new art being displayed. Needles to say MECCA is THE spot to be at this Summer.

9. Brown Dog Cafe + Senate // Head to Blue Ash to escape the heat of downtown and venture into the burbs. Brown Dog Cafe, as well as Senate, both offer casual fine dining, with an eclectic American menu. Both restaurants have been on my radar for a while. The fact that they are both located in the same area kind of makes me want to save room to get both. It’s nice that we also have a Senate in OTR as well, for all our craving needs. Also, both restaurants offer call-ahead seating, which in a booming foodie town, is more than nice.

10. 21c Rooftop + Metropole // Amazing views makes this an amazing spot for after work drinks this Summer. Make sure to head downstairs to dine or at least sample their charcuterie plate, PS The Contemporary art museum in house, as well as the CAC being right around the corner, is also pretty damn brilliant.

11. Maribelles Eat + Drink // Whenever someone asks me for a restaurant suggestion, I usually say Maribelles. Maribells Tavern, located in Oakley is also where the Food Fight occurs. The Food Fight is one of my favorite events, where local Chefs throw down for the coveted title. Still to this day Maribelles made me a believer in Ox tail.

12.Northside Yacht Club // THE BRUNCH, and their Bloody Mary’s make Sundays O so delicious. My favorite dish to order, poutine and yes paired even with a High Life. Eat outside if you can,but definitely come back to enjoy their shows, wing night, and create memories. Also one of my favorite weekday spots.

13. Queen City Radio // Great outdoor spot, only a block away from our house, with one of the best burgers in the city. Trivia night gets pretty hilarious, and with a food truck parked inside Queen City’s patio area, order another round and play pool. QCR also offers live music.

14. Video Archive // There is really no other way to say it, I at one point was a film major in college, so this place.... kind of a big deal for me. A Quentin Tarantino inspired bar equipped with a secret door, really makes me fan girl hard. The last time I was at Video Archive the outdoor area had Hook playing on the screen, so that should be reason enough to go.

15.Bourbon Haus 1841 // Located in Mainstrasse, No food served here, but this quaInt bar is perfect for day drinking. Make sure to try and grab seats on the porch if available.

16. Quan Hapa // With the garage doors up, Quan Hapa is a great place to people watch with a nice Vietnamese coffee in hand. Make sure to order their house ominomiyaki, and check out their great beer list. Quan Hapa has been and continues to be one of my favorites.

15. Taste of Belgium // The Banks - Perfect spot to bring out of towners and locals alike. Get a whole new perspective on Cincinnati. The view is one of the best in the city, and the menu still perfect. I was so happy to attend the opening of one of my favorite local establishments, who is also again a leader in the shaping of Cincinnati’s food scene. The brunch here is also a must. Try their crêpes ,crêpes ,crêpes...and of course the waffles. Their vegetarian dishes are also pretty fantastic!

17. 50 West Brewery// The drive along 50 West to the brewery takes my breath away each time. There are two locations literally down the street from one another. One is a more fine dining, intimate pub establishment with a beautiful vine covered outdoor space, and the other is the actual brewery offering amazing eats, canoe tours, and even volleyball courts. Great place to watch soccer, for all you fellow Madrid fans...I mean what.

18. Eli’s BBQ on the River // Grab a soda and a mountain of food and sit outside. Eli’s has been a favorite of mine since we moved downtown near five years ago. I will never forget telling Stuart Mackenzie at Neons “ Welp Stuart, I am no longer a vegetarian, I had Eli’s today”, so yeah... it’s like that.

19. Iris Book Cafe // A couple blocks from our house, this spot is one of my favorite places to write. The outdoor courtyard is so inviting and yes helps to get my creative juices flowing (thus why this post is getting completed). Make sure to sample their sammies and buy a book.

20. Liberty’s Bar + Bottle // Well if you know me then you know I have raved about this little wine bar since it opened up. It is a bit dark inside AND I LOVE IT. I stop in to grab wine for dinner parties or hell, even a Monday. The selection is brilliant and the knowledge of what’s behind the bar impeccable. I am in love with the mural inside as well, which again showcases the artistic talent in Cincinnati.

Tip : When planning a picnic grab a bottle of whatever you fancy at Liberty’s, then head to Bottle and Basket for sandwiches and Hen of the Woods chips. There is also a selection of drinks at Bottle and Basket, but why not check out both spots. Both are in walking distance of each other so have the “real” downtown experience and walk.

21. Nicola’s // Looking for another romantic spot to take your honey? Nicola’s makes me feel like I am in a Martin Scorsese film, and I am the lead lady. Enjoy course after course, but do not, I repeat, do not skip the dessert. If you have a large group try and book the wine room.

Well I couldn't just stop at 20... ( there is so much talent in the city )

22. Mecklenburg Gardens // Known as the oldest restaurant in the city (1865) dining outside under a blanket of vines on a Summer day is a perfect way to kickstart your Summer. Also to note, this has become the new meet up spot for FC games. There is also an array of live music, so make sure to pop inside to the bar, if dining outside.

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23. Cheapside Cafe // Seriously, this list was hard to compile and consolidate. I could not complete it without including Cheapside. Cheapiside to me is when Summer has arrived. I am obsessed with their chicken salad sandwich and pour over ice coffee. The design aspect of the place, on top of the food being so delicious, is what keeps me coming back. That and what a great spot to sit and eat outside.

24. Collective Espresso // I am a free bird, yes, but this girl loves ritual. Say hello to where I am at almost every Wednesday. Their coffee is brewed perfectly, their little fetta croissants to die for, and everyone is so very nice there! I remember one day I had almost my entire purse fall out on the floor, and I didn't even know what I wanted to order. Thankfully he already knew my order while I picked up my bag and after my coffee, all was restored in the world. Oh by the way, as I was walking out I left my card on the counter and thankfully they helped me out. Mornings are rough for me. So more or less Collective Espresso sees me awake before I know I am even awake. Collective Espresso represents one of the reasons why I love living downtown and this community.

25.Sitwell’s // I have been going to Sitwell’s my entire life. I will forever love this coffee house, forevvvvvver. I usually order their turtle mocha and brie sandwich without fail. This is another spot that helps me organize all of the creative mess going on inside of my head, more or less a writer/art historians mind. Sitwell’s is also an establishment for the professor, writer, and poet and always welcomes new creatives.

26. Landlocked Social House //Now Providing third wave coffee, bites and soon to be providing craft beer, a small selection of cocktails, wine and local fare. This family owned business is sure to be the spot to drink outside when fully open. Another place that I have followed before their opening, Landlocked Social House's espresso will transport you across that big pond. I can’t wait to see what else they will do.

27. Japps // Tiki night happens here. Looking for a place serious about cocktails in one of the most brilliant lively neighborhoods? Japps is your spot. I love Japps in the Winter, but can't wait for a good thunderstormy Summer night to venture in as well. Live music on Thursdays.

28 The Drinkery // Love karaoke? Want to sing until your heart’s content and actually have competition? Flip through the book of songs on the long, copper bar, and definitely order a drink while you're at it. The local talent is sure to make you want to practice.

29. The Blind Lemon // I don't usually venture to Mt. Adams, but when I do I head here and straight outside to the patio. Adore live music and a nice fire pit? Go here. The Blind Lemon is still one of my favorite spots to hide out and relax.

30. The Anchor // If you’re wanting to dive into the ocean without leaving OTR, check out The Anchor. The oysters, paired with a glass of champagne or PBR (it’s a thing) with a table outside, make this spot perfect for this season. Refreshing indeed.

31 Forno Osteria+Bar// Still one of my favorite places to dine. Located in Hyde Park, Forno is very underrated. There is seating outside as well, and another great people watching spot, Forno offers light-filled option for rustic Italian entrees & pizza plus wine & craft cocktails. Make sure you sit at the bar to watch the Forno team in action. The service is amazing and do not be surprised if they remember you the second time you come in to dine. Attention to detail and layers of flavors bring this downtown girl out to Erie avenue.

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It Gets Worse

Matt showed me some music from one of his friends named Max. He’s got music about cops bosses and drug dealers. So I decided to write a fictional short about what I imagine his life is like. Definitely the most violent thing I’ve ever written. A lot of the dialog is direct quotes from Max’s music so that is why some of it may sound clunky. Sorry if it creeps you out. ————————————————————————-

Max scrolled through his texts, twenty missed messages. “I need to talk to you” “I feel lost” “Why don’t you give a fuck about me anymore” “I’m so alone” “Wish you were here with me right now :(“ “Boooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeedddd” “Why won’t you text me back” “Dvsvc.krwdsas” “imm tireed” “Caaaall me” He frantically attempted to type a response. Before he could hit send his phone vibrated again, the screen lit up, A call from Ashley. As he slide his finger across the screen another hand grasped the phone. His boss yanked the phone from his grip and hung-up the call.

“You can text when you are off the clock you little shit. Get back to work”. His boss kept his phone and walked back up front. Max pounded his fist on the prep table “FUCK, Fuck you James!” His hands shook as he struggled to continue cutting of vegetables for the evening shift. After three more hour of his fourteen hour shift he finally punched out.

Max had already changed out of his work clothes when he approached James. Sporting a black shirt with a picture of christ whose body was graphically scared on the crucifix a large red X overlapped the graphic image with the words “He died for fucking nothing”. Max’s tattoos on full display, various logos and designs from his friends and a misfits skull on his wrist masking the scars. Max extended his hand with an open palm and grit teeth. James smurked at him “what?” Max was motionless as he responded “You have my phone you fucking prick” James slowly pulled it out and extended his hand. Before James could complete his motion Max snatched the phone from his hand and pushed passed him “Does it feel good James? Having this tiny little bit of power in your meaningless fucking life. You can treat me like shit and what? It helps you deal with the fact that Daddy won’t let you have your trust fund money yet or maybe, just maybe you feel guilty about what you did to Ashley and you are conflicted about it inside?” Before James could respond Max feigned swinging at him and James flinched “Nah, that would mean that you had a soul inside that pile of shit” James waved as Max walked out the door “Have fun throwing away another weekend junkie”

Max lit a cigarettes as soon as he cleared the buildings door way. He scanned through the remaining messages he didn’t get a chance to read later. The conversation ended with a Message sent from his phone “Stop texting me you little slut”. He called Ashley and the phone rang repeatedly, no response. He called again and again and again, never hearing her voice. He flicked his cigarette butt toward the door of the building and walked towards his car. Reaching in through the window, after a few jerks he managed to shake the door loose. He peeled out of the parking lot and sped down Michigan avenue. He tried calling again “Please god just pick up the phone”. A pile of pills, shut-off notices, and empty cigarette boxes bounced off the seat as the phone smashed into the torn leather of the passenger seat.

Mac’s had been abandoned for a few months now but he saw a car in the parking lot, it was Ashley’s. The tires squealed while he whipped into the run down lot. He didn’t bother to line his car up with a spot as he jumped out of the front door. Max put his face up to the glass quickly looking over the car, no sign of her. Looking towards the building he saw her collapsed on the deck. He ran up the stairs and knelled down beside her. Her mouth was full of puke, her arm was still tied off with the needle injected. “No, Ashley, no no. You are ok” He turned her over and the puke slowly dripped from her mouth but he body was completely limp. He ripped the needle from her arm and smashed it against the wall of the old venue “God Fucking damnit.” He pulled her body in and held her for a few seconds. “They are gunna kill all of us” Eventually he set her down and walked off the deck. He reached into his car and grabbed his phone “I found a body, yes, no she’s not breathing anymore, no, no, NO FUCKING CHRIST JUST SEND AN AMBULANCE, no fuck you you think I’m fucking joking about this.” Max ended the call and got back into the car. He punched in another number to his phone and whipped his eyes before calling “Hey Joe, I’m looking to score some, yeah, yeah I got money, can I come right now, aight thanks man, see you in 10” He hung up the phone and looked back at Ashley’s body one last time. Max walked up to the screen door of Joe’s house, the couch on the porch was littered with cigarette butts and burn holes, a few empty needles lay on one of the arms. He took a deep breath before pounding on the door.

Joe appeared wearing a raggedy long sleeve sweater, his eyes were blood red. “ Hey man what’s -” “Can I come in” “Oh, ok sure come on in man” Max walked into the living room, some old cartoons were on the screen, a pale woman was laying on the couch she didn’t react to them entering the room. Joe gestured towards an open chair, Max shook his head in response leaning against the wall. Joe opened up a backpack and dumped out a variety of pills, weed and heroin “Well, what are you looking to get” “Maybe just an ounce” “Oh, The way you were talking on the phone it sounded like you were about to make some big transactions” “Nah, I’m just a little high strung need something to take off the edge, hey was Ashley here today” “No, I haven’t seen her in a while” “Oh really she said she was going to stop by, just wanna make sure I’m not doubling up right now” “You know what now that you mention it, I guess I do remember seeing her to-” Max tackled Joe to the ground and put his hands on Joe’s throat “You sold it to her didn’t you. YOU FUCKING KILLED HER” Joe struggled to break free from Max to no avail he looked to the girl on the couch who was still motionless eyes fixed on the TV “Couldn’t you tell she was fucked up man, the money was too fucking important to you huh, a life for what 60 bucks?” Max smashed Joe’s head into the floor and Joe’s body fell limp. Max stood up and marched out to the kitchen and rifled through the cabinet beneath the sink eventually pulling out a shotgun. He marched back into the living room and got in between the girl and the TV. Her face turned to a slight frown but she continued to stare forward. Max grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her to face him, shaking her lightly “Hey, are you still in there? Find a better a better hobby” When he released her she went back to watching the TV. Max shook his head as he exited the house. He tossed the shotgun in the back seat and sped off back the direction he had came from. He passed Mac and there was still no sign of an ambulance. While the wind whipped through the car through the broken wind Max shouted repeatedly “I’ll be fine, I’m alright, I know I’ll be ok” his voice shook as he recited the mantra.

He returned to the restaurant parking lot pulling into the handicapped spot in the front. He grabbed the shotgun from the back seat and pulled a black bandana over his face. He calmly marched toward the building. A shot into the front door shattered the glass. He stepped through the opening. “Get the Fuck out!” Another round fired off into the ceiling as customers and employees began to rush towards the exits. Max ran into the back and pointed the gun into the Kitchen “Not you asshole” James stopped in his tracks and put his hands up as the other employees ran by the two of them. “Calm down Max don’t throw your life away here” “There is no future for us, just blood and guts” “What are you talking about, Did you take some PCP after you got off shift” Max adjusted the gun and stepped closer to James “You know, I may be a lot of shitty things, but at least I’m not a rapist like you” “I didn’t rape her, get over it you fucking loser, she wanted it” Max struggled to calm his trigger finger and shook his head “Call the cops” “What? You are going to let me do that” “Call the Fucking cops” James’ hands quaked as he dialed 911 “There is a guy pointing a gun at me please send hel-” James’ head disappeared while the shotgun blast rumbled through the restaurant.

Max’s upper body was now covered in a mix of black and red. He quickly turned from the scene to the bar. He removed the caps from as many bottles of liquor as he could, taking a swig of whiskey for himself then stuffing a dishrag into each bottle. He poured alcohol over all the rags and lined up the cocktails underneath the bar. The sound of a cop radio scanner came into focus “I’m entering the building, no sign of him yet” “Don’t go inside wait for back-up” “I’ll be fine, it’s just some junkie trying to get a few bucks for drugs” As the cop slowly approached the bar Max exhaled deeply and sprung to his feet. He fired a shotgun blast to the chest. Max quickly lept over the bar and ran toward the officer. The cop’s vest blocked most of the blast but a few bullets had made it through and his blue shirt was now turning red. Max extended the shotgun towards his head “Die fucking pig!” The cop managed to fire his gun at the same time Max fired his. Max’s shoulder was grazed, the bullet entering and exiting right at the top of his shoulder. More police sirens could be heard approaching in the distance. Max grabbed the pistol from the cop and dove back behind the bar. No longer able to hold up the shotgun he sat it down at the bar aiming it towards the door way. He sat back down and opened his phone one last time opening up the conversation with Ashley he looked at the last thing she had sent him it read “The best thing you can do is die doing what you love.” He called her number putting the phone on speaker. He set the phone down and rubbed his eyes again. Reaching into a fridge under the bar he grabbed the nearest drink. A can of miller highlife, he cracked the can open and guzzled down the drink. Opening his box of smokes he pulled out his last cigarette, it was split open and on the side of the cigarette was written the words “It gets worse”. I sat there for a moment and everything went silent, my last moments spent drinking a shitty beer and smoking a bent cigarette, what a fitting end for a fuck up like me. Ha and who the fuck took the time to write this depressing shit on my cigarette? Christ. The moment was broken by a canister colliding with the back side of the bar, crashing into a few glasses then falling to the ground next to max. Smoke leaked out of the container and soon obscured all of the bar area. Max adjusted his bandana and began lighting the dish rags. Hearing glass cracking against the ground Max reached up pulling the trigger on the shotgun. Gun hurled backwards falling on the ground in front of of Max shortly after followed by screams. “Officer down, assailant is armed, at least one shotgun!” Max tossed one of his make shift firebombs toward the kitchen cutting off one exit. He stood up guessing his position, he tossed another landing in front of the doorway. “He set fire to the exits, someone call the fire depart - aaaaaahahhhhh” The officer was engulfed in flame as the next cocktail landed at his feet. Max cocked the pistol, his grin was concealed by bandana “They can’t have it all”. He jumped out from the bar one last time, clearing the smoke to see his plan had worked, there was no escape from the building, this was it. He fired off as many shots as he could before the cops set him free. His body was unrecognizable after they finally stopped shooting, but it didn’t matter, nobody was going to find him or any of them.

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