#i laugh because at first I was 'scared' of venom bosses on the iron

[justkending]

A True Wesson. Part 19.

Summary: You are a prodigy hunter that recently lost her father on a hunt after you decided to retire from the hunting life. You run into the Winchesters when a case comes up in your town. Along the way you realize something that you always felt but never truly understood about yourself.

Chapter Summary: Another showdown, but we are about to get some insider knowledge from a guest star.

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader/OFC (Kendall)

Warning: Cussing.

Word Count: 2105 (Yes, kinda short for this series, but it’s still good I promise.)

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Part 19:

As you were running, you felt the presence of another creature around you.

 The same one you felt in the station. The plan was working. You were driving the she demons away from your work family.

You were able to get pretty far into the woods that were behind the parking lot, when you ran straight into a body that appeared out of nowhere.

Falling to the ground you looked up clutching the journal you had taken from your office close to your chest.

“My, my, my… If it isn’t Miss. Runaway. Good to see you again.” The redhead hissed crouching down grabbing you by your chin, and lifting your face to hers. “I’m surprised you didn’t burn this meat suit when you had the chance, but lucky for me I quite like her so I’m glad you didn’t.” she said throwing you face harshly towards the ground.

You grunted before laughing and turning to look back at her.

“I would have if I wasn’t bleeding out, but you know life decisions and all. Plus, what’s the point if you can hop into anyone you please.” You said giving her an evil glare.

She smugly turned away from you, and walked into the woods more before turning back to you.

“Did you not think we would find you after your little escape plan?” she asked crossing her arms and popping out her hip.

“Oh no. Actually I was counting on it.” You said getting up, brushing off the leaves on your pants, and standing tall. “This way I can do the deed of ending you myself.”

She started laughing loudly to the point that she couldn’t catch her breath. You raised an eyebrow at the outburst, and decided to take this moment to get a feel of your surroundings.

She was the only presence that you could feel. Where was her sister? Shit.

“So ugly step sister number one…” you said interrupting her moment. “Where’s number two?” you said with a wise ass smirk on your face.

She stopped laughing abruptly and turned her attention to you again.

“Rude first off, and she’s just taking care of a little… side business.” She said walking closer to you.

You instinctively moved away, and you were now circling each other like a showdown.

“Side business huh? Didn’t think you guys could even handle one business let alone two.” You sassed watching her every move. “You know… because I got away and all.” You smiled wickedly.

That tipped her off the edge and she lunged at you, and since you weren’t fully healed you weren’t fast enough to dodge her completely, and she was able to grab a hold of your hair.

You screamed out in pain at the pull, and your leg went out as she swept it out from under you causing you to fall to the ground once again.

“Listen here you little twit. I could end you right here and now. Don’t. Think. I. Won’t.” she seethed venomously into your ear.

“That’s enough Scar.” You heard a man’s deep and poised voice say from behind you.

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As soon as you left the station, Dean went out to see the six to seven people that were on duty looking around in a confused state in a huddle together.

Aren’t these people supposed to be the help when situations like this happen? Small town. Not much exciting things happen here I guess.

He grabbed their attention quickly wanting to get them out of there as soon as possible.

“Listen up. There has been a security breach! Your captain has gone to do a quick search of what the problem is, but she wanted me to direct you all back home to safety. If you got a car, get in it. If you don’t, find someone who does!” He shouted.

Everyone nodded in understanding, and all but three left to do as instructed.

“What are you two doing? Didn’t you hear me? Get out of here!” he yelled at three officers that stayed behind.

“See, you aren’t the boss lady so why should be listen to you?” A man with blonde hair said.

“Yeah, for all we know you are the security breach, and you have the captain locked in her office, or worse.” The women of the bunch said as the all got closer to Dean.

“You all have seen me around here before. I’m FBI, and I’m directing you to get out of here and leave.” Dean said standing strong in his position, and getting frustrated by the response.

“Well, maybe we don’t want to.”

After the last cop said that, they all blinked and their eyes went black. They all held a satisfied grin on their face.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” Dean mumbled as he backed up and ran to the storage closet.

Luckily the salt was already opened, and he laid it at the crack where the door and the ground didn’t meet. Only a second later, the door started banging harshly. Dean stood back, and looked at his surroundings hoping to find some form of weapon. Iron… anything. 

Yet again, he didn’t want to kill these people, because they were people that were just being used as a makeshift home for some ugly ass demons.

“Ken, I hope your plan is going better than mine.” He said leaning against the wall trying to think of his next move.

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Since you weren’t in a position to turn around to see who was calling off the demon that had a grip on you, you honed in on the presence with your senses. 

You knew this feeling the being was giving off. It was familiar, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint it. It was evil, but somehow calming.

“This isn’t what I sent you here for. I had to called off your sister too before she could do too much damage.” His tone was unhappy, but composed.

With a jerk your head was thrown down, and you heard her stomp off like an angry teen to stand by the mystery man that technically just saved your life.

You quickly got up, and held the journal that you had yet to drop in a death grip in your hand. You stood in fight stance ready to take on whatever was coming your way.

“Now, now Bug. Is that any way to greet an old friend?” the deep voice said.

You saw him now. A tall man in a dark dress coat, and nice suite. The white marbled eye. The Jet black hair that was starting to become peppered with white hair here and there. He had crow eyes by his eyes, and wrinkles scattered across his face, but he was still a well put together looking older man.

“You.” You whispered in disbelief.

“Yes. Me. Nice to see you all grown up, and in person myself.” He replied starting to move around you as if to examine you from all angles. You stood still, but never let your guard down. “Well didn’t you grow up into a beautiful specimen. Quite stunning, really…”

His stare was making you uncomfortable, but you felt like you couldn’t move. You were in a state of shock.

“Can’t say the same about you. I didn’t realize Demons aged. Your hair’s graying a little, old man.” You sassed seeing Scarlett glare at you from a distance with her arms crossed in anger.

“Quite the mouth too. I heard you were one to talked back. Didn’t think I was going to like it, but I like the fire that you have inside.” He stated coolly.

“What do you want old man?” you said wanting to get to the point. “I’m tired of the constant head games and kidnappings. Is it too much to ask for one day to sleep? Let’s just get to the good stuff.”

“All in good time my little Bug…” he replied.

“And WHAT is with THAT NAME?! Stop calling me that! Stop ruining my dreams with your face, and constant thoughts and nicknames.” You shouted getting frustrated.

“Because darling. That’s just what you are. A bug that I can squash in a heartbeat if I wanted to.” He said getting closer and making you tense at the motion.

“Yeah? Then why haven’t you done it yet, huh? Why haven’t you squashed me yet?” you said only getting silence in response. “Or is it because your just making empty threats. Trying to scare me, but can’t actually do the job?”

“Now, I would be careful what you say to me Bug. You don’t want to end up like your mother now do you?” he whispered in your ear as he stood right behind you.

You froze. Your mom?

“You. You were the one that-“ you couldn’t finish the sentence. You were gasping for air that had just been knocked out of your lungs.

“Go on… Finish your thought.” He whispered wickedly while circling you again.

“My mom. You- You were the one that… k-killed her?” you said feeling your eyes watering at the thought, and bile rising in your throat.

“Stepped on her. Crushed her. Flattened her like a bug…” He said in his deep hushed tone.

You couldn’t handle it. Your heart took control of your actions, and you lunged at the man. He quickly stepped to the side causing you to fall, but you hustled to get back up and attack again. You threw a right hook at him, but he was faster. He grabbed your fist and twisted it causing you to lower down to the ground. He leaned down with you as you descended to the ground, and never broke eye contact. His white eye bearing into your soul.

“Now, let’s not make the same mistake as your mother, and try to fight with me.” He threw your arm vigorously to the ground causing you to fall in the leafs below you.

You crumbled not having the strength to fight because all your emotions of your mom were coming to the surface. You started to sob, but kept quite not wanting to come off as completely helpless.

“Oh now don’t cry Bug.” He said crouching beside you, and going to remove a tear from your face. You swatted at his hand, and turned the other way. “I didn’t come for you tonight. It’s not time yet. I came for this.” He reached for the journal that had fallen from your hand at some point, and turned to hand it to his sidekick who now had a smug grin on her face. “You see,” he walked back over to you. “I know a little bit about you, but you see… Your mother and father knew more. So that little diary over there is going to help me get to know you better. Hmmm.” he hummed happily.

You broke from your distressed state, and looked up at the man with your tear stained face.

“I’m going to kill you.” You gritted out through your teeth. “I’m going to make sure you suffer, and rot in hell.”

“Honey, you think I’m scared of hell? I live there. I practically own it.” He said squatting beside you once again. “Nothing you say will scare me. You said it best yourself. You’re feeding me empty threats.” He said with a pouty face before it turned to a malicious smile. “Now, only what? Less than a month, and I’ll see you again. Keep your head up kiddo.” He said as he walked back to Scarlett that was as happy can be with the situation that was presenting itself in front of her. “I need you at your utmost best for when I come back. Got it?”

“You’re going to regret all of this. I’m going to-”you stood quickly and started stomping toward them.

“Uh uh. None of those threats now. We’ll see you around bug.” He said with a wink, and he was gone before you could lay a hand on him.

You looked around hoping to see him just in another corner of the woods, but the essence of evil was no longer there. You let out a scream, and cried falling to the ground letting it out while you were alone. After about 10 minutes of letting out your anger punching a tree, you looked down at your bloodied knuckles.

“No more Miss. Helpless.” You said to yourself. “I’m over this shit. To hell with Mr. Bug. It’s time for someone else to get squashed.” You muttered to yourself as you made your way back to the station fist clenched by your side.

Your eyes changed to the green, but you didn’t notice due to the fury building up in you.

Part 20

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[made-in-the-hallway]

Unforgettable birthday

Word count: 2.021

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Shouting and tears

“Two days. In two days, everything must be perfect and I still don’t know what to do”, you sighed to yourself and snuck further into your blanket, which was hanging loosely around your shivering body. Winter was at its finest this time of the year and your house, being quite a big one, was partly cold, even though the heater was on. The end of January was coming, which meant cold, snow and of course warm clothes.

But above all that, the end of January meant the beginning of February. And the beginning of February signaled Harry’s birthday. You always wanted to make his birthday a memorable day but you always ended up organizing something common and just too plain for your liking. Harry never minded that your ideas were simple; he just loved the fact that you devoted some of your time to think of him and show him you cared.

You , on the other hand, felt not so good about it. You would always beat yourself up about it and be irritated that you couldn’t give to him what he really deserved. Harry had made fun of you the first time you were all pouty and grumpy over such a small thing but he just couldn’t understand. He had managed to make your own birthday a day you would like to live again and again, every single year that day came around. So, why couldn’t you do the same for him?

That was the only thing you wanted to do. To make his day be the reason he would like to press a repeat button and start it all over. Having this in mind, this year, you had set a goal to create the best memories possible. First, you had tried to decorate the roof of your apartment and have some of your closest people come by, but the roof had been reconstructed lately and instantly, this option was out of the picture. Next, you had tried to organize an excursion to a beautiful place, just the two of you for a couple of days, but your empty wallet said otherwise.

All these difficulties were keeping you back from doing what you had envisioned to do and it was driving you mad. Under no circumstances would you sit for a plain dinner night with some lit candles again. You wanted and had to keep your eyes open for new ideas. Even your parents had tried to help and lend you some money to make that excursion a reality, but your pride stopped you and even though you were dying to take the money, they had already done enough.

“Why can’t I think of something spectacular for once?”, you cried over the phone to your friend, who obviously, had nothing better to do than listen to your complaints and whining.

“Maybe you are over-thinking this whole thing. Just let it flow and see where it takes you”, your friend said and you got up. She was right. You were trying too hard to make an idea pop into into your head that all of your energy had vanished.

“I hope sleeping will help”, you said hanging up and going to bed. After a lot of tossing and turning, you decided to call Harry. He was in his own apartment, probably sleeping, but you needed to hear his voice. You weren’t living under the same roof yet but it was in your future plans for sure.

“Love, are yeh okay? Why are yeh callin’ meh this late?”, Harry’s groggy voce said and you felt a tad bad for waking him up.

“I am alright but I missed you and I decided to call you. I won’t keep you up for long I promise”, you defended and you heard his chuckle.

“I have no problem baby but yeh had meh worried there”, he giggled and you smiled yourself.

“Sorry about that. How was your day today?”, you said and you both ended up talking through the phone for the whole night. It was completely natural for you. Talking with Harry was something else. You never got bored and he never got tired of hearing your voice.

The next morning though was indeed boring because it found you on your laptop, trying to contact your boss to inform him that you couldn’t turn up to work tomorrow. He tried to make it clear that he needed you in your post but he eventually gave in and gave you your day-off. Jumping from your chair, you looked yourself in the mirror.

“Tomorrow’s the day and you got nothing. Think!”, you shouted to your reflection like it would be scared and it would hand you the perfect plan in a heartbeat. Of course, this didn’t happen and you got more frustrated. Harry had suggested the night before, you go to his house and stay there for tomorrow and the weekend so you thought this was a great opportunity to walk a bit and let the cool wind clear your head.

Arriving to his house, you entered with your spare key and called his name but no response was given. Going up to his your bedroom, you placed your duffel bag in the closet and your gaze was stuck somewhere out of the window. You didn’t want to surrender and face the bitter truth that Harry’s day would once again be dull. He never told you that, but you knew it; it was boring experiencing the same things over and over again.

You had already bought his present and everything but this was not enough. Not in the slightest bit. Having nothing more to do you cooked a meal for when Harry would come back and you turned on the TV. And just then, he appeared in front of you in all his glory answering questions and sharing his contagious smile which had many girls going crazy. This time though, you didn’t feel like smiling. You felt like crying. Just like that, you turned off the TV and headed upstairs to relax.

You read your favourite book, listened to some music and even placed your clothes on the hangers but Harry was still nowhere to be found. He should be home by now and you knew nothing about a meeting or so. You picked up your phone and you were ready to dial his number when a notification from Twitter flashed through your screen. Anne had twitted something. Opening the application, you felt like fainting. She was wishing Harry Happy Birthday today.

“No no no no this is a joke. Tell me this is a joke”, you said while checking the calendar on your phone. Your eyes bulged out of their sockets when you saw the date. 1st of February. How was this possible? It was still the 31 of January. It had to be. You couldn’t be that mistaken. But then again your calendar couldn’t be wrong. You pressed your phone against your ear waiting to hear Harry’s voice but that irritating sound had taken Harry’s voice’s place telling you were on voicemail.

You tried to calm down while your mouth was still hanging open. The only thing you wanted was to surprise Harry this year and make him feel appreciated the way he deserves but instead you lost the track of days and forgot his birthday! How ironic! After trying to get in touch with him for the fifteenth time that night, you had to charge your phone so you plugged it and waited. It was 1:45 and you were wide awake. You didn’t know what you would tell Harry for this terrible mistake of yours but you needed to see him.

After two more agonizing hours, you heard the front door open and close and all the air was knocked out of your system. All this time you had persuaded yourself that you would face him but now that the time came all you wanted to do was open a hole on the ground and hide in there forever. His footsteps were heard outside of the room and when he pushed the door open you knew you were unjustifiable. He was looking anywhere but you and his face were radiating sadness and disappointment.

When the first word came out of your mouth, he took a sharp breath and turned to look at you making you close your mouth again. It was hard for you to explain yourself but you had to. You owed him that.

“Harry I- I don’t know how it happened I swear. You know I would never do that to you”, you started but he just shook his head.

“I hope your reason is good enough”, was the only thing that was aimed at you and you were ready to break down.

“All these days, I wanted to come up with something extraordinary for your birthday. I didn’t want it to be like all the previous years. But I lost track of time and the day came and I don’t know. I was so caught up trying to please you that I did the exact opposite. I am so sorry Harry, I really am”, you started to walk towards him but you stopped when he made a step back.

“Is that so? I hope this is the reason yeh were so distant all these days and not somethin’ else. Or better yet, someone else”, Harry said venomously and it was your turn to take a step back. Was Harry really hinting that you were seeing someone else behind his back? This had your blood boiling in a matter of seconds.

“Excuse you? I know I messed up and forgot about your birthday but this gives you no right to accuse me of something so wrong! You know me! I would never do such a thing to you! Are you kidding me?”, you said clearly offended throwing your hands in the air.

“I don’t know Y/N! First, yeh are all closed up and yeh only call meh one time in the day when yeh used to call meh at least three! Next thin’ I know, I get no wishes from meh girlfriend! And I had to lie to everyone that yeh couldn’t make it tonight!”, Harry screamed at you.

“This is what it’s all about, isn’t it? All you think of is what other people will say and how you will be able to make up a story of why I am missing! I never asked you to do it Harry! And I already apologized for forgetting your birthday!”, you said and turned around not wanting Harry to see your tears.

“Your tears aren’t goin’ to save yeh this time Y/N!”, Harry said and you had enough.

“You know what? I still don’t understand why you are so worked up. I thought I showed you my real self but I guess I was wrong. You got it all wrong Harry”, you said, looking disappointedly at him.

“So now this is meh fault? I really didn’t see that comin’”, Harry said sarcastically laughing to himself while you were standing there looking at him in disbelief. He was exaggerating and you had no clue why. Yes, forgetting about his birthday was something serious but was it serious enough for such an outrage?

“I want you to calm down Harry. I don’t know where this is all coming from but let me tell you it is nonsense”, you tried to reach out for him but decided against it and stayed put.

“You slippin’ through meh fingers is nonsense to you? Glad to know Y/N!”, Harry shouted and you covered your ears. That was it. He needed to calm down right now.

“No one is slipping through your fingers Harry! And if you don’t want it to happen anytime soon, you have to calm down so once you do, call me so we can discuss about it like the adults we are!”, you said furiously and got out of the room, put your shoes on and slammed the door shut, leaving a determined Harry behind, ready to walk out the house and come find you.

This took an unexpectedly angsty turn may I add. I feel like I haven’t written for years damn. How are you all? I hope you are doing great! I want to thank the people who dropped this request in my inbox and I truly hope you liked it! I surely liked writing it! (Yes, I am a sucker for angst, how did you know?) Don’t forget that my inbox is open and requests are too! Have a good day/night!

[imunbreakabledude]

(full disclosure I haven't done araxxor yet so if there's some reason why antivenom is really NEEDED there vs other bosses i stand corrected but)

i have to laugh at this slew of comments on an 07scape thread (in the context of someone suggesting irons without access to antivenom might find niche use from noxious halberd spec) like "how on EARTH would ironmen do araxxor without access to antivenoms yet???"

friends how do you think irons do vorkath, zulrah, or anything else with venom? you bring multiple regular antipoisons to double sip and clear, or you use lunars for cure me, or you wear serp helm if you have it, or you bring guthix rests and sip for heal + resetting venom to poison before the damage stacks high. like it's not this big "checkmate!" it's actually very easy to get around venom on an iron lol