#i tried on edge to make sure it wasn't just my browser

[jakeperalta]

managed to get back to the old post editor so all is well and right in the world!!!!!

[themultifanshipper]

quiet innocent reader x Lando 👀 like Lando finds out reader has a degradation kink and he teases her about it saying she can moan louder than that

Lando hadn't meant to snoop around, honest. But the open tab on your computer labelled “Filthy whore gets…” was too tempting to not take a look.

Warnings: smut, degrading, innocent!reader, except reader is secretly a whore, Lando being a bit feral, slight exhibitionism?

“Filthy whore gets what she deserves after being a bad girl”

Lando wasn't quite sure what he was looking at. The fact that the tab was open on your browser meant that you had definitely seen it and not deleted it. But you didn’t seem to be the type to watch porn, much less this kind of depraved stuff. He was also pretty sure you didn't pleasure yourself when he wasn't around. Was it some form of research?

He decided to check your browser history (he was curious, sue him) to see if there was any more.

And boy he was not disappointed.

Slut gets dominated and spanked by boyfriend.

Tied up and degraded until she comes.

Fucking her in the office with my coworkers next door.

Fucking and teasing hungry little cock whore until she cries-

That one made Lando's cock twitch and he had to stop before he got a bit too excited.

Surely you hadn't been getting off to these, right?

Lando didn’t know what to think, but one thing was for sure: if you didn't want to talk about it, he wasn’t going to mention it.

Well it's the sentiment that counts anyway, because that resolution lasted exactly two days.

It was a race weekend and you'd found yourself in his driver's room the morning before the race. And he was shocked (but turned on) by your unusual behaviour.

You'd never done anything remotely sexual outside of the bedroom, being very shy and quiet in public, so this was a welcome surprise.

You'd all but jumped on Lando as soon as he walked in and you were currently sitting on his lap, squirming around while he tried to get your clothes off.

“Baby you're moving around too much, if you don't stop squirming I'm going to have to punish you”

He meant it jokingly, but the shudder that ran through your body was enough to make him gasp and hold your hips tighter.

You didn't want to look at him, embarrassed by what he might think of you if he found out that that was exactly what you wanted.

“Baby, does… does that turn you on?” he asked teasingly, you avoided his gaze and picked at the edge of your skirt.

He chuckled, leaning in close to your ear “Would it turn you on if I punished you for being a bad girl?”

You bit your lip, still refusing to look at him.

“I wonder what kind of punishment you'd respond to… should I tie you up?”

You closed your eyes. The image of Lando tying your wrists behind your back and having his way with you flashed in your mind.

“Or perhaps you'd prefer to be spanked raw…”

His hands made their way to your ass and squeezed before one came up to lift your head.

“Because apparently…” he started, searching your eyes for any discomfort “you like that sort of thing”

It suddenly hit you and your eyes widened. Your computer, fuck. Lando saw comprehension dawn in your eyes and he smiled devilishly.

You didn't know what to say, so Lando continued.

“Who knew you were such a dirty girl, huh? You could have just told me you were curious instead of skulking around the internet”

His thumb brushed your lower lip and you blushed as you opened your mouth.

He slid his thumb inside and rubbed it over your tongue, making you keen.

“Fuck baby, I had no idea.” His other hand went under your skirt to ghost over the lace of your panties, which were embarrassingly, already soaked.

“All this time I thought you were a sweet little thing, but it turns out you're just a pathetic slut”

You moaned around his thumb and bucked against his fingers. He smirked.

“See? You're already dripping and I've barely touched you”

The intensity of his gaze made you whimper and he chuckled.

“You want me to fuck you baby?”

You nodded pathetically and rolled your hips against his.

“Well too bad, I think sluts like you need to earn it. So sit on my thigh and get yourself off for me, yeah?”

His tone was almost disinterested and it would have made you combust on the spot had you not been so eager to please.

You quickly straddled one of his strong thighs and moved yourself on it.

It didn't take you long to find a rhythm and pressure that felt good, and you took one of his hands to slide two of his fingers into your mouth to suck on.

He groaned and stared as your hips stuttered and he slid a third finger in your mouth before thrusting them in and out gently.

You felt so overwhelmed, tears started forming in your eyes and your incapacity to close your mouth meant that drool was starting to run down your chin and onto your chest.

You took Lando's other hand and placed it around your neck, instructing him to squeeze as your thighs started to tremble with the effort.

You were soon nearing your peak, tears and mascara staining your cheeks, drool everywhere, and slick covering Lando's thigh.

You looked like sin personified.

Lando could have come just from the sight of you.

“God you're so filthy. My filthy little whore aren't you?”

Your whine was muffled by his fingers as you came, drenching his thigh and almost choking around his fingers as you rode it out slowly.

Lando couldn't believe what he was seeing.

What on earth had happened to his sweet innocent girlfriend?

You wasted no time clambering off him and going to unbuckle his belt before he stopped you.

“So impatient, baby. What's gotten into you? You so desperate for cock that you're willing to whore yourself out where anyone could walk by and hear you?”

You gasped at his words and your knees almost buckled.

Your brain was clouded with need and all you could think of was getting Lando inside you as fast as possible.

“Lando, please, I need you. Fuck I need you so bad.”

He growled and picked you up to turn you over and pin you to the couch.

“You have no idea what you're doing to me, baby, fuck-”

You whined and pawed at his shirt, begging him to take it off, which he did in one swift movement. And his pants quickly followed.

He was so hard it was actually starting to hurt and he hissed as he finally got a hand around himself.

“God, you're driving me crazy baby.” He said, lining himself up with your drenched hole and slid halfway in.

He let out a loud moan, you were so hot and tight around him he knew he wasn't going to last long inside you.

You were just as gone as he was though, and you hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him in, making him choke out a whine.

He grabbed your hips and slammed into you repeatedly, your hands scrambling for purchase on his shoulders.

“So fucking insatiable… you're gonna come on my cock like a good little slut, and then I'm going to fill you up like you fucking deserve”

You clenched around him and let out a quiet whine.

“Oh you want that? You want my come dripping out of you while you watch me race? Want me to make you mine? Make you walk around the paddock full of me?”

You moaned weakly and he chuckled.

“Oh baby have you lost your voice? I know you can be louder than that. Oscar's probably next door, why don't you let him know exactly who this pussy belongs to.”

“Yes!” you moaned as he nailed your g-spot.

“Say my name”

“Lando” You gasped and his hand went to rub tight circles on your clit.

“Louder”

“Lando!” you moaned loudly, you were so close you could feel your thighs clenching and your back arching.

“You're my fucking whore, and I want everyone in this building to know it. Say my fucking name”

“Land- OH!” you screamed as euphoria took over your body.

You writhed in Lando's hold as he kept pounding into you, forcing you to take all of him, finally spilling into you with a loud growl.

Colours were swirling behind your eyelids and you swore your body had never felt so loose… you were definitely doing this again.

Lando's hands stroked your thighs tenderly as you both lay there catching your breath, when you turned your head and caught sight of the window.

The open window.

Oh my god.

[missyandwade]

From Across the Hallway - Chapter 4

When Missy moves in across the hallway with her two-year old daughter Emily, into what is definitely NOT the best neighborhood, perhaps Wade Wilson can be there for them to brighten their world, and keep an eye out for them when they need it most… Hurt/Comfort/Friendship/Family, and perhaps a little something more…

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Wade's apartment was just how had Missy imagined it. Casual, cool, if a little rough around the edges…just like Wade himself.

The pair of them, Missy and Emily, hand-in-hand, entered cautiously through the door, Emily gazing around in awe.

Their neighbour, immediately began picking up a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, that were haphazardly strewn across the floor, flinging them into his laundry basket in the corner of the room.

"Feel free to sit down, make your gorgeous selves at home" he said gesturing to a couch and a couple of chairs that stood on the far side of the apartment, next to a large window that looked out onto the city. "You can borrow my laptop if you need it, but I wouldn't go through my browser history if I were you…"

Missy rolled her eyes, shaking her head, before leading Emily over to the couch, picking her up and sitting her down onto the squishy sofa cushions.

"Thanks…" she uttered, looking over at him and unbuttoning the little girls coat. It was much, much warmer in here.

But Wade merely smiled, looking happy.

She was sure he must have a lot of visitors. He wasn't exactly bad looking and definitely seemed like the kind of guy that would have plenty of friends…but Wade seemed almost enamoured with having them here.

He immediately busied himself with tidying things away and making the place look presentable, before grabbing his laptop, placing it down onto the end of the couch beside her.

Missy gave him a nod as she unbuttoned her own coat, removing it and placing it neatly down beside Emily's.

For the slightest of seconds she caught Wade's eye, as he looked her up and down. She was just in a navy pencil skirt, pale blue blouse and nude heels, nothing special, but the way he was looking at her…

But she instantly pushed this away from her thoughts, turning her attention back to her daughter.

She ran a hand over her soft brown hair.

"You ok, sweetie?" she asked gently.

Emily gave a nod back.

"Hot chwocolat?" she asked, her little green eyes searching Missy's face.

Missy smiled lovingly, before glancing up at Wade who was currently beaming.

"Hot chocolate for the little princess and her beautiful queen of a mama, coming right up," he said quickly, moving over to them and picking up the tv remote. "But first maybe some cartoons? Teenage Mutant Ninja turtles were always my favourite…huuuge fan of Leonardo."

Wade switched on the tv, flipping over to the kids channel, and began to turn up the volume…higher and higher…

People always tried to compensate for Emily's hearing loss…it was no fault of their own…they only thought they were doing what's best for the little girl.

But Missy lifted her hand, placing it on Wade's quickly.

"You can keep the volume low, she just likes to look at the pictures anyway," she said, giving Wade a small smile.

He paused for a moment, her hand still on his, before she pulled it away, staring back down at Emily.

Behind her, Wade turned down the volume and headed over to his kitchenette, looking apologetic.

Missy gave a sigh, glancing at Emily, her little eyes fixed on the brightly lit cartoons. She felt her daughter's hands, finally starting to warm up.

She really did regret not keeping on top of everything and paying that bill when she should have.

Missy pursed her lips together, before pulling Wade's laptop towards her.

Twenty minutes later Missy was still sat on Wade's couch on her phone, on hold to the electricity company.

Wade had handed Emily his Batman figurine to play with, and the little girl was taking great delight in tracing over the superheroes mask with her chubby fingers.

Two steaming mugs of hot chocolate had been placed down in front of them, and now Wade stood close by, folding a huge pile of laundry.

Missy glanced over at him momentarily, shaking her head.

Finally after another minute or so, a shrill voice came down the line.

"Ok Melissa, all that seems to be in order, you've paid your bill in full and should have power back on sometime within the next six hours."

"Six hours?" said Missy loudly, causing Emily beside her to jump at the tone of her voice and Wade to look up at her concernedly. "But I've got my daughter…and we've got no power to make dinner….or keep warm…"

But the lady down the line was barely listening

"Would you be interested in hearing about any of our offers for solar panels today?" asked the woman, blatantly reading from a script.

Missy gave a loud "Ughhh…" hanging up the phone.

"Six hours!" she said incredulously, turning to Wade. "Six hours until the power comes back on!"

Her blonde neighbour frowned, putting down the shirt he was folding and walking slowly over to her.

"Well you're more than welcome to stay here tonight-" he said in a playful voice. "If you wanted to snuggle…"

But Missy wasn't in a very playful mood…

She pulled at her lip with her teeth, looking back to Emily who was staring up at her, her face full of worry.

"Sorry baby, Mommy shouldn't have yelled like that," she said, leaning over and kissing the little toddler's forehead.

Emily snuggled into her lovingly.

Oh god, was she just a bad parent? After that year she had had….well…it wasn't a surprise that she would think that…

Missy looked sadly down into her lap, barely even noticing Wade staring over at her.

Suddenly and without a sound, he was at her side.

Missy only realised when she felt a sudden hand on her shoulder.

"Hey…I was being serious…" he said, in a genuine tone, his chocolate eyes honest. "If you need to stay here tonight…"

He gave an easy smile.

"…I just did my laundry so my sheets are clean and daffodil fresh!"

Missy laughed before she could stop herself.

Even Emily looked up at her, as if surprised by the sound which had come out of her Mom's mouth.

It had been a long time since Missy had laughed, that was for sure!

"Thank you," said Missy, lowering her defences slightly, staring up into Wade's face.

There was just something about him…

"No problem…." he replied grinning, looking between her and Emily. "So….I guess if you're not going back to your place for a while and I'm guessing Chicken Little here will need to eat…"

He looked at the little girl and stroked his thumb across her cheek gently.

"..how about some mac and cheese…my speciality!"

Missy smiled back, as to her surprise, Emily let out a tiny giggle at Wade's contact.

"Isn't everything your speciality?" Missy asked Wade mockingly, turning and tickling Emily's tummy, causing the toddler to burst into further fits of giggles.

Missy gazed at her daughter dreamily, as Wade looked on, beaming at the pair of them.

In a matter of minutes the microwave had pinged…Wade, having cleared his rickety little table, placed a steaming orange gloop of mac and cheese down in front of a seated Emily, as her Mom sat beside her.

"What do you say to Wade, sweetie?" asked Missy, smoothing down the little girl's tuft of hair.

"Fank you, Wadee," said Emily shyly, in very broken speech, before picking up the fork with her chubby little fingers.

"You're welcome," said Wade perching on the back of his couch, grinning widely. "And as I always say, what could be more nutritious than luminous mac and cheese?"

Missy instantly smiled up at him.

She could feel herself slowly letting her guard down…for the first time in a long time.

"Y'know I've made enough for all of us and if I'm honest you look like you could use a good meal packed full of e-numbers and trans fats," he said to Missy, cocking a scarred eyebrow over towards her. "At the moment you've got this whole 'I only drink kale juice and eat avocado' kinda vibe going on…."

Missy gave an incredulous laugh, causing Emily to look up at her once again.

"I do not…" she muttered getting to her feet and strolling over to Wade, folding her arms over her blouse. "…I'll have you know…I can binge eat Mexican food and pizza with the best of them…"

Wade looked at her in mock surprise, as she grinned.

"Then you realise, Mademoiselle, that you are pretty much my dream girl, right?" he said in a goading voice, as his eyes fixed onto hers.

But Missy merely smirked, ignoring his comment and quickly turning back towards Emily, walking over to her once more.

"That yummy baby?" she asked, as Emily chewed on the soft pasta, mouth open.

The little girl gave a nod, looking between Missy and Wade, as if transfixed by them.

Missy supposed that Emily had never really seen Missy have this much contact with anyone other than Missy's aunt…

Missy smiled to herself, staring down at her feet before turning and glancing back over towards Wade.

"You know what? I'll take that mac and cheese….if it's going?" she asked, gazing at him. "Thanks."

Wade smiled back, giving a playful look that merely said - 'I was totally right…'

An hour later and Emily was asleep.

The trio had finished their mac and cheese and hot chocolate and moved to the couch, Emily instantly clambering onto Missy's lap and snuggling into her.

It wasn't long before the tiny toddler's eyes had fluttered closed. It was late for her to be up and not in her own bed.

All of this was Missy's mess…if she hadn't been so concerned about herself…about her job…

She looked down at her hand as her fingers stroked against her daughter's warm cheek, absent-mindedly.

Missy couldn't believe she had been this selfish…

"Hey," said Wade suddenly from the armchair, breaking Missy from her thoughts. He had obviously been staring at her for a while. "You think the power's back on at your place yet?"

Missy blinked a few times, flushing red.

Oh god, had they outstayed their welcome?

Gathering Emily up into her arms, Missy made to get to her feet.

"Sorry, yeah, of course…" she murmured, avoiding his eyes, feeling wholly embarrassed.

"No, no, no!" said Wade quickly. "I only meant, if it's not, you should stay here…like I said, I made the bed, the sheets are clean…and Em-bear is looking kinda out for the count…"

He looked at the expression on her face.

"…don't worry," he said in an innocent tone, raising his hands aloft. "….no ulterior motive, I swear. Scouts honour."

Missy stared at him for the longest of moments…..before she gave him a small smile.

"Thank you…for the offer… I appreciate it…"

And she really did…

"…but I should probably check on my place…"

Easing Emily off of her, she got to her feet and strutted across the room on her high heels, grabbing her keys.

She heard Wade following behind her as she crossed the hallway and pushed open her door, but to her delight, the room was warm and lit.

She gave a relived sigh, before turning back to Wade, who was stood close behind her.

"No need to cuddle up to me tonight then?" he said with a smirk, before placing a hand to his chest. "I'm hurt…"

"Lucky escape more like," said Missy, poking him in the ribs with her polished fingernail. "You'd only have been woken like eight times in the night by Emily wanting to pee, or Emily having a nightmare…etcetera, etcetera…"

But Wade gave an easy shrug, grinning.

"Ahhhh, I wouldn't have minded….it would have been like bunking with my old Grandpa again…" he uttered in a sarcastic tone.

Missy let out a chuckle, her eyes glancing to the floor, and for a long second, silence fell between the pair…

She really was very grateful for all this…but couldn't even find the worlds to tell him so….

Missy had put up so many barriers…she was finding it hard to let anyone break them….and here this guy was, walking right through…into their lives…

"I should go get Emily…" she uttered in a quiet voice, biting her lip, before nudging past him.

Missy kept her head bowed low as she walked. She was tired too…and all this had just been too much for her on top of an already exhausting week!

Reaching Wade's couch, Missy lifted Emily into her arms as the little girl gave a gentle grizzle, before walking back over to the door, where Wade was standing, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

Missy paused when she reached him.

This guy she barely even knew….

"Thanks…" she murmured in a quiet voice, gazing slowly up into his eyes. "I really don't know what we'd have done without your help…"

Wade grinned.

"Probably frozen to death…" he said with a matter-of-fact nod.

Missy smiled.

"Well….thanks anyway…." she said, searching for the words. "I appreciate it….we both do…"

And with that Missy gave him one last nod, before crossing the hallway, and closing the door behind her.

Wade lingered in his own doorway for a long moment, letting out a sigh and running a hand over his face…before he too closed the door behind him with a snap.

Leaving the corridor empty once again…

[cryptidsurveys]

Saturday, August 10th, 2024.

What was the last thing you ate and why? I'm eating a salad while taking this. My lunch is typically one of two things - a salad or mixed veggies and a sandwich - and today I chose the salad.

What was the last thing you drank and why? Water. I tend to feel a bit dehydrated after volunteering, so when I get home, I often chug about a half-bottle of water.

How many tabs do you have open and what are they? Two Tumblr tabs, a YouTube tab, and a Notepad tab.

What browser do you prefer to use? It's not really a preference. I'm just using Microsoft Edge.

What’re five random things on your desk besides any computer-related items? A water bottle, a digital thermometer, a salt lamp, a mushroom nightlight, and a penguin music box.

What room are you in right now? I'm in my bedroom.

What color are the walls and floor in that room? The walls are white and peach and the floor is teal.

What’re the items closest to you that’re red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, white, gray, brown, black, silver and gold? Ugh. I'm too lazy for this, lmao.

Out of all the things you listed above, which is your favorite? N/a.

What kind of chair are you sitting in? A computer chair.

Where would you prefer to be right now? There's nowhere else I really want to be right now.

Do you have any plans this weekend? I was at the animal shelter for a half day today, and I'll be there for a full day on Sunday.

Are you excited for anything this month? I'm excited for it to end. I try not to wish time away, but September 1st feels like the psychological beginning of fall and I am so ready for summer to be over.

What’s the date today? August 10th.

Is there anything special about today? Naw.

How’re you physically feeling right now? I'm feeling pretty decent.

How’re you emotionally feeling right now? I'm feeling ever so slightly down and somewhat introspective. This morning was…not terrible, but a tad awkward. I'm mostly thinking about how differently I handle things now compared to how I would have in the past.

I showed up at the shelter and Diane seemed to be in one of her moods. When I went back to cattery, she was in there chatting with Pam. Pam was saying something like, "Well, they're desperate, haha," which was probably in response to Diane saying something like, "Why did they hire these new girls?" Diane turned to me and said, "If I'm not back here this morning, make sure to tell them that they need to give these cats more blankets." She wasn't happy with how one of the kennels was set up and was going on about how awful it was, etc; but I eventually let her know that was my bad and not to blame the new hires. One of the kitties tends to absolutely trash her kennel, so yesterday I tried to keep things relatively simple with the hope that it wouldn't wind up as a complete disaster (it didn't work, lmao - she got her main blanket wet and was curled up under the litter towel).

Normally, I would have felt super stupid, incompetent, or what have you (and I still felt that way to some extent), but I think I was able to keep things in proper perspective. I was more concerned with how she was speaking about the new employees. She's that way toward all the new people and I don't know why. It's like she's been there so long that she's forgotten what it's like to be new, and she just expects everyone to know everything and do everything perfectly right from the start. And when they don't, she gets unreasonably grumpy about it.

But also…acting like they're desperate picks…? Like, come on. That's rude. Again, give people a chance to learn and adjust before you judge them so harshly…especially over something that wasn't even their fault. :') This is also one of those times when I'm like…are y'all mean or am I just naive? I think the newbies are nice and doing a good job, but are they actually not…? Also, Erika ended up not sticking around for reasons unknown to me, and Alex said she was glad because Erika was terrible. Like, how? Am I just missing something? Stop alienating all the nice people!!! D;

Have you ever traveled outside of your home country? No.

Can you speak, read and/or write in another language besides English? Not fluently.

What language course did you take in school, if any? German.

What language would you most like to learn? Japanese.

What grade are you in right now? I'm not in school anymore.

What would you like to get a degree in? Lol, idk what the degree would be called, but if I ever went back to school, it would be to become a vet tech. I would want to work at the shelter, though, not at a clinic.

What was you dream job when you were a little kid? Veterinarian. Me now: glorified kitty pooper scooper…...(close enough). ;D

What happened to that dream? I just think being a veterinarian would be too heartbreaking.

Speaking of dreams, when was the last time you had a sleeping dream and what was it about? I mostly just recall being on a hiking trail and being concerned with all the cockroaches I was seeing. I've been having a lot of buggy dreams lately, apparently.

Do you have more nightmares or good dreams? It's rare for me to have a legitimate nightmare - like, one that actually really scares or upsets me. Many of my dreams are weird, but they don't cross the threshold into terrifying.

Do you wake up a lot in the middle of the night? Once or twice.

Can you sleep comfortably in another bed besides your own? Probably. It's been a long time since I've done that, though.

What book are you reading, what genre is it and do you like it so far? The third book in the Dune series. It's sci-fi. I was enjoying it, but I haven't picked it up in forever. I'm probably going to start bringing my Kindle to the shelter, though, that way I can read while I'm on my lunch break.

What genre of books do you like to read? Fantasy, sci-fi, backpacking journals, and books about the paranormal (like, not fictional ones, but ones actually exploring the phenomena).

Do you prefer physical books or a Kindle, Nook or other e-reader? Kindle.

Did you ever sometimes flip through your text books even when you didn’t need to? Yeah.

What types of magazines do you read? I don't read magazines.

Have you ever ordered anything through a catalog? When I was younger.

Would you prefer to read a book, watch a movie or TV show, or play a video game? It depends, but probably read a book or watch a movie.

What’re five of your favorite TV shows? I don't really watch TV anymore.

How often would you say you watch TV? Basically never.

Do you prefer to watch movies at home or to go out to the theater? Go to the theater.

What’s the last movie you watched at home, and what about at the theater? I don't remember the last movie I watched at home, but the last one I saw in theaters was Despicable Me 4, for my mom's birthday. I haven't seen the first three films, but it was actually pretty darn cute.

Do you usually get popcorn or soda at the movie theater? Usually a small diet Coke and some sort of candy.

What genre of films do you like the best? Fantasy, sci-fi, psychological thriller, horror…

Do you like movies based off of books? Sometimes, sure.

Do you like video games based off of movies? Eh.

What was the last video game that you played? I don't recall.

What genre of video games do you enjoy the most? Music-based games like DDR, Rock Band, and Guitar Hero. I like watching my best friend Oliver play various RPGs, though.

Which is your preferred video game system? I don't have one.

Do you like playing online with other people? I have enjoyed it in the past. Maple Story was my main fixation.

How often would you say you play video games? I haven't played any for a long time.

Now that this survey’s done, what’re you going to do? Finish my salad and go vacuum downstairs.

[babygirlkiki1016]

Dead in the water

Me and Dean sat on the edge of the bed like two teenagers in trouble as Sam was pacing the room, trying to think on what he should say. Finally he stops and looks at the both of us with his arms crossed.

"So let me get this straight, you tell her you wanna wait till she's eighteen but then you decide screw it?"

"....Sammy-" Dean begins to say but Sam cuts him off.

"Dean if your gonna be with her then you can't have sex till she's eighteen."

"Your ove- wait...what? So hold on your ok with this?"

"Yeah, I mean it was gonna happen sooner or later. It's hard for you to stay away from a beautiful lady anyways." I blushed at Sam's comment.

"Well that's new." Dean mutters and he grabs a lock of my hair, making me look over at him.

"What?"

"Your hair it's pink and purple."

"So two emotions at once? I'm guessing pink is love....and purple is fear. So your nervous and feeling loved at the same time!" Sam grabs his laptop and begins taking even more notes.

"Aren't you guys afraid if me?....I mean this isn't normal, don't you guys think I'm a monster or something?" I wondered, was I a monster? Is this what happened to me years ago? Is this what dad was talking about, about how he didn't trust John because...something happened to me?

"Well you certainly have powers, but you can't control it besides you don't know what's going on."

"And you haven't killed anyone." Dean adds.

"But why is this happening now? When I was at home none of this was happening....maybe I should call dad..."

"No, we can't risk him finding us, the next time you call him he'll probably be ready....and I don't want you to go..." Dean admits, while scooting closer, I could tell he wanted to kiss me.

"You two get a room! Wait no, don't do that." Sam laughs, "Alright love birds we need to get back to the subject at hand." He starts researching about the case we're working on, Dean was still staring at me. "Dean!" Sam yells, catching his attention. "Day dream later, work now, you need to take Y/n to get a few things."

"Like what?" He asked.

"Tattoo, gun that kind of stuff, if she's gonna be a hunter then she needs to have the supplies."

"W-Wait what tattoo?" I stutter and Dean points to the pentagram on his chest.

"It's so we don't get possessed, don't worry I'll be there with you."

"Ok, and a gun? I mean why not just use the ones we already have in the back of the impala?"

"Cause you need your own, one that you can carry with you at all times." Dean gets up, puts his shirt back on then grabs the keys to baby. "C'mon we'll get you prepared while Sam does his nerdy thing." I chuckle and follow after him, while grabbing his hand to hold it. He didn't even question it, he pulled me in and kissed my lips, making me yearn for more. Sadly the kiss didn't last long, if we stood there any longer Sam probably would've come out. When we got in the car, the whole drive to the tattoo parlor we were jamming out to eye of the tiger. Which I was still humming it while I was sitting in the chair getting the pentagram on my (wherever you decide to put it.)

"That's a pretty good spot." Dean commented, as he sat next to me.

"Thank you." I grinned, he smiled but it slowly faltered over time, making me grab his hand, squeezing it. "You ok?" I asked worriedly.

"...What happened at the motel can't happen again." He didn't even look at me it was like he was ashamed, did he regret what we did?

"Why not?" He didn't answer, I grabbed his chin and made him face me. Sighing he scoots closer as he lowers his voice.

"Your seventeen Y/n...."

"So? We only have (how many months until you birthday.) I'm technically eighteen already."

"One I don't wanna get arrested and two, we met about about three weeks ago. Don't you think we're moving a little to fast?"

"According to Sam you bone a girl on every case, or at least try to, and your saying it's a little to fast?"

"Good point, but....I just want you to be sure this-" He points to himself, as if himself was a problem. "-is what you want."

"....You are what I want, if you weren't I wouldn't have kissed you. Although if you wanna wait....I respect your decision." That made him smile, he leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"Thank you, now I believe your tattoo is done." I looked down at it, it was sexy as hell. After we payed for it, we went on the road again. When we crossed over the bridge I asked Dean if we could stop to see the lake and look at the sunset. Hesitantly he agreed and pulled over, I got out excitedly. The lake was a dark blue mixed in with pink and orange from the sun, it made me sad to think it was gonna be gone soon.

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

"Not as beautiful as you." Dean flirted making me blush as he pulled me closer by the waist. He started to lean in, those rough lips covering my soft ones.

"I thought we couldn't do this again."

"I meant almost having sex, kisses are something we can definitely do." He smirked and leaned back in again, and as his lips brushed against mine his phone rang. Angrily he sighed and answer it, it was probably Sam.

"What? No we're not!" The look on his face made me giggle as he looked over at me. He started moving his hand, pretending it was Sam who talks to much. "We'll be there in twenty minutes Sam, we still gotta get a gun. Sam, Sammy we're fine....alright we'll be there as soon as we can. Mhm ok bye."

"He's certainly a talker huh?"

"It's a nightmare on how much he can talk...now where were we? Oh yeah I remember." He pulled me back to his side. "Might as well steal as many kisses I can get before we head back to the kiss police." He smirked and smashed his lips against mine once more as his arms wrapped around me. This time it wasn't just a normal kiss, I fought for dominance, my tongue asking for entry. Biting his lip he pulled back, "Y/n keep doing that and I just might say screw it again.." As he said that he slipped from my grasp. "No I promised myself I can wait...c'mon let's get back to Sam." Sighing in disappointment I got back in the car, I guess he's really serious about this.

~~

"I found something." Sam says as we sit next to him. "So there's the three drowning victims this year."

"Any before that?" I wondered.

"Uh, yeah." Sam has a browser window open to The Lake Manitoc Tribune. "DROWNING TAINTS ICE FISHING FESTIVAL." It says, he clicks, and another browser window comes up, again The Tribune: 12-YEAR-OLD Girl DROWNS IN LAKE, Second drowning in 6 months at Lake Manitoc. "Damn, so six more spread out over the past thirty-five years. Those bodies were never recovered either. If there is something out there, it's picking up its pace."

"So, what, we got a lake monster on a binge?" Dean jokes as he grabs a beer, he hands the both of us one.

"Dean no." Sam tries to take it away from me.

"Aww c'mon Sammy one beer won't hurt." Dean winks at me, both of the boys stare at me as I take a sip without any reaction. "See what'd I say? She's fine."

"So this whole lake monster theory." I try getting them back on track. "It, it just bugs me."

"Why?" Sam looks at me in confusion.

"Loch Ness, Lake Champlain, there are literally hundreds of eyewitness accounts, but here, almost nothing." Sam looks at the Tribune homepage once more.

"Whatever it is out there, no one's living to talk about it." Sam states as he scrolls to the comments section of an article, I point to one.

"Wait, Barr, Christopher Barr. Where have I heard that name before?" I remember that name, I thought, it's so familiar. Sam reads from the page.

"Christopher Barr, the victim in May." Sam clicks a link, opening a new page. "LOCAL Man IN TRAGIC ACCIDENT." The picture loads and it shows a police officer with Lucas. "Christopher Barr was Andrea's husband, Lucas's father. Apparently he took Lucas out swimming. Lucas was on a floating wooden platform when Chris drowned. Two hours before the kid got rescued." Sam clicks the picture for a better look, then scratches his head. "Maybe we have an eyewitness after all."

"That kid must be so freaked out. Watching one of your parents die isn't something you just get over....." I felt bad, but so far Lucas is our only lead, hopefully he'll help us. We headed to the park planning to talk to Lucas who was our only witness. Kids are laughing and playing as Andrea sits on a bench and watches her kid. Who is at another bench coloring and playing with toy soldiers.

"Can we join you?" Sam asks and Andrea looks up.

"I'm here with my son." She says as I spot Lucas and so does Dean.

"Oh. Mind if we say hi?" Dean asks, and he lightly grabs my arm signaling for me to come with.

"Why are you bringing me with you?"

"Cause of he doesn't talk, then hopefully you can convince him." We approach Lucas, who's drawing a picture.

"How's it going?" Dean kneels down next to the bench where Lucas is coloring, when Lucas doesn't even look up, Dean picks up one of the toy soldiers.

"Oh, I used to love these things." Dean imitates guns and explosions, I chuckle as he tosses the toy soldier down.

"I think crayons is more his thing Dean. That's cool, besides I like to draw myself, including painting." I noticed that he has a pile of drawings on the bench. Dean takes a look, the top one is of a big black swirl, the second one is of a red bicycle.

"Hey, these are pretty good. You mind if we sit and draw with you for a while?" Dean asks, he picks up a crayon. "I'm not so bad myself."

"Oh really?" I ask.

"Yea I'm a pretty good artist."

"Mhm...we'll see." I grab a crayon and a piece of paper, and start drawing. "Can you draw a bird?"

"Oh so this is a competition? Your on."

Dean sits on the bench, picks up a pad of paper, and starts drawing. "You know, I'm thinking you can hear me, you just don't want to talk. I don't know exactly what happened to your dad, but I know it was something real bad. I think I know how you feel. When I was your age, I saw something." Dean says to Lucas. "You don't think anyone will listen to you, or believe you. I want you to know that I will. You don't even have to say anything. You could draw me a picture about what you saw that day, with your dad, on the lake...hm?" I say, Dean sighs. "Okay, no problem. This is for you." Dean holds out to Lucas the picture he drew, it's stick figures. "This is my family." Dean points at each person in turn. "That's my dad. That's my mom. That's my geek brother, and that's me, then a little birdy in the sky-" Dean stops talking as he sees my drawing, which was a lot more detailed than his.

"I thought you could draw Dean." I giggle.

"All right, so I'm a sucky artist...." Dean waits for any sign from Lucas, hoping he would chime in but nothing. "Well see you around, Lucas." Dean heads back to Sam and Andrea, I smile, he seems really good with kids, I thought.

"Here." I place my drawing next to Lucas. "You can keep it...just know of you need anything, I'm here." Him still not responding, I make my way to the others.

"Lucas hasn't said a word, not even to me. Not since his dad's accident." I hear Andrea say.

"Yeah, we heard. Sorry." Dean says softly.

"What are the Doctors saying?" I ask.

"That it's a kind of post-traumatic stress." She explains.

"That can't be easy. For either of you." Sam intervenes.

"We moved in with my dad. He helps out a lot. It's just...when I think about what Lucas went through, what he saw..."

"Kids are strong. You'd be surprised what they can deal with." Dean smiles and looks over at me, making me roll my eyes.

"You know, he used to have such life. He was hard to keep up with, to tell you the truth. Now he just sits there. Drawing those pictures, playing with those army men. I just wish-" Andrea goes silent as Lucas walks up, carrying a picture.

"Hey sweetie, you ok?" I kneel and smile, he hands me the picture. "Thank you..." It's a picture of the Carlton house....

~

Me and Dean are inside the motel room, I'm sitting at the table and Dean is sitting on a bed. Sam went to the library to get some books so we were alone.

"Y/n? Here." Dean suddenly speaks, he pats the seat next to him. I slowly walk over and sit next to him.

"You ok?"

"Yeah...About earlier, on the bridge...."

"Dean..."

"It's not that I don't want to I do trust me I do...."

"Don't apologize, it's ok I understand..." He glances over at me, his eyes showed a little bit of lust. We both started to lean, this feels wrong, I thought, but yet so right. We've only known each other for a few weeks, yet I wanted him more as his lips brushed against mine. Our lips connect, making me scoot closer but Dean pulls back again.

"We can't..." Yet he kisses me again muttering over and over one more. I slipped onto his lap, straddling him while pulling closer. Before we could possibly go any farther Sam opens the door and comes in as we quickly seperate.

"So, I think it's safe to say we can rule out Nessie." He says, unaware of what was going on.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, Sam sits across from me and Dean.

"I just drove past the Carlton house. There was an ambulance there. Will Carlton is dead."

"He drowned?" Dean asks.

"Yep. In the sink."

"What the hell? So you're right, this isn't a creature. We're dealing with something else."

"Yeah, but what?"

"I don't know. Water wraith, maybe? Some kind of demon? I mean, something that controls water...water that comes from the same source."

"The lake, that's the source." I chime in. "Which would explain why it's upping the body count. The lake is draining. It'll be dry in a few months so whatever this thing is, it's running out of time."

"And if it can get through the pipes, it can get to anyone, almost anywhere." Sam says as Dean stands up.

"This is gonna happen again soon. And we do know one other thing for sure. We know this has got something to do with Bill Carlton."

"Yeah, it took both his kids." Dean growls.

"I've been asking around. Lucas's dad, Chris, is Bill Carlton's godson."

"Let's go pay Mr. Carlton a visit."

~

We left to go to the Carlton house a s spotted Bill sitting on the bench on the dock. Sam speaks "Mr. Carlton?" He looks up, wondering who we are

"We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind."

"We're from the, the Department-" Bill cuts Dean off.

"I don't care who you're with. I've answered enough questions today."

"Your son said he saw something in that lake. What about you? You ever see anything out there? Mr. Carlton, Sophie's drowning and Will's death-we think there might be a connection to you or your family." I explain.

"My children are gone. It's...it's worse than dying. Go away. Please." Realizing we weren't gonna get any where we decide to head back to the car.

"What do you guys think?" Sam ask.

"I think the poor guy's been through hell. I also think he's not telling us something." Dean guesses, Sam leans on the Impala.

"So now what?" I ask, Dean goes still "What is it?"

"Huh...." Dean is looking at the Carlton house. "Maybe Bill's not the only one who knows something. Y/n do you have the picture Lucas gave to you?" I nod and pull it out, the picture Lucas brought him, which is of the Carlton house.

~

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea." Andrea says, we decided to give Lucas another visit hoping he'd talk to us.

"We just need to talk to him. Just for a few minutes." I plead.

"He won't say anything. What good's it gonna do?"

"Andrea, we think more people might get hurt. We think something's happening out there." Sam explained.

"My husband, the others, they just drowned. That's all."

"If that's what you really believe, then we'll go. But if you think there's even a possibility that something else could be going on here, please let me talk to your son." Dean looks at her, hoping she'll say yes. Silently she agrees leads us into Lucas room with Sam and Andrea behind us, he's coloring, toy soldiers standing around him. We enter and Dean crouches down by Lucas. "Hey, Lucas. You remember us?" I notice Lucas has drawn two more pictures of a red bicycle. "You know, I, uh, I wanted to thank you for that last drawing. But the thing is, we need your help again." Lucas is drawing a person in water. Dean opens the house picture and puts it down in front of Lucas.

"How did you know to draw this? Did you know something bad was gonna happen? Maybe you could nod yes or no for me." He ignores Dean and keeps coloring. I slowly walk over and sit down in front of him. "You're scared. It's okay. I understand." Dean told him. "See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom...I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom-I know she wants me to be brave. Cause she taught me to be brave. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too...its ok if you don't want to, but I really need your help." Lucas drops his crayon and looks up at Dean then at me. He hands me a picture of a white church, a yellow house, and a boy with a blue baseball cap and red bicycle in front of a wooden fence.

"Thanks, Lucas." I smile, which he returns making me fill with happiness. After we left Andrea's house the three of us are standing infront of the Impala, Sam examining the church picture.

"Andrea said the kid never drew like that till his dad died." Dean speaks.

"There are cases-going through a traumatic experience could make people more sensitive to premonitions, psychic tendencies." Sam groans.

"It's all part of the process." I chime in. "Whatever's out there, what if Lucas is tapping into it somehow?"

"You mean magically?" Dean asked, confused.

"Yeah, I mean he might be connected but he doesn't even know...but what does the church have to do with this?"

"I don't know, but the only problem is there's about a thousand yellow two-stories in this county alone." Sam looks at the picture. "See this church? I bet there's less than a thousand of those around here."

"Oh, college boy thinks he's so smart." Dean comments.

"Well what about the church we passed by when we drove into town?" I wondered  which the boys thought it wouldn't hurt. So we drove to the white church shaped like the one in Lucas's picture. There's a yellow house next to the church and a wooden fence near the house. When we got to the door, I knocked and a woman answered. We told her we were FBI, at first she was hesitant but eventually let's us in.

"Im sorry to mother you ma'am, but does a little boy live here, by chance? He might wear a blue ball cap, has a red bicycle." I ask.

"No Ms, Not for a very long time. Peter's been gone for thirty-five years now." She sighs, and I notice a picture of Peter on the side table. "The police never-I never had any idea what happened. He just disappeared." Sam points out to Dean a number of toy soldiers on a table. Just like the ones at Luca's house, I thought, so I was right. "Losing him-you know, it's...it's worse than dying." She explained, however I felt someone staring at me, it was Dean. When we make eye contact he looks away, cheeks burning.

"Did he disappear from here? I mean, from this house?" Dean asks.

"He was supposed to ride his bike straight home after school, and he never showed up." Sweeny answers, I start to walk around and pick a picture off the mirror. There are two boys in the picture, one Peter with a bicycle. I read the back of the picture, the words made my eyes go wide. "Peter Sweeney and Billy Carlton, nineteen seventy." I mutter, after the visit with Mrs. Sweeny, we decide to go talk to Bill again. "Mr. Carlton?" Sam calls out as we walk up to the house, we hear an engine roar. We run around the house to see Bill going out on the lake in his boat. "Hey, check it out." Dean says, pointimg towards the lake. We start to run to the end of the dock, yelling. "Mr. Carlton! You need to come back! Come out of the water! Turn the boat around!"

He ignores us and keeps going, the boat was to far out, all I could see was the water rising up, making Bill's boat flip over.

~~

After the accident me, Sam, Dean, and Jake walk in the door of the police station. Andrea looks over, "Sam, Y/n, Dean." She stands up, putting the bag and a container on her chair. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"So now you're on a first-name basis." Jake says. "What are you doing here?"

"I brought you dinner."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I don't really have the time."

"I heard about Bill Carlton. Is it true? Is something going on with the lake?"

"Right now we don't know what the truth is. But I think it might be better if you and Lucas went on home." Lucas looks up and whines, looking stricken. He jumps up and grabs my arm, pulling and tugging.

"Lucas, hey, what is it?" I kneel down, it was like he was trying to get a message to me but couldn't form the words. "Lucas?"

"Lucas." Andrea calls.

"Lucas, it's okay. It's okay. Hey, Lucas, it's okay. It's okay." I say and was about to comfort him when Andrea pulls him away from me and leads him outside. He doesn't look away from me however. Jake throws down his jacket and goes into his office. The three of us follow behind. "Okay, just so I'm clear, you see...something attack Bill's boat, sending Bill-who is a very good swimmer, by the way-into the drink, and you never see him again?" Jake summarizes, Dean glances at me.

"Yeah, that about sums it up." Dean mutters.

"And I'm supposed to believe this, even though I've already sonar-swept that entire lake? And what you're describing is impossible? And you're not really Wildlife Service." Dean looks surprised. "That's right, I checked. Department's never heard of you three."

"See, now, we can explain that."

"Enough. Please. The only reason you're breathing free air is one of Bill's neighbors saw him steering out that boat just before you did. So, we have a couple of options here. I can arrest you for impersonating government officials and hold you as material witnesses to Bill Carlton's disappearance. Or, we can chalk this all up to a bad day, you get into your car, you put this town in your rearview mirror, and you don't ever darken my doorstep again."

"Door number two sounds good." Sam says but I was about to protest.

"That's the one I'd pick." After that we left, packed our stuff an left. I was pissed, there is something happening here and we're just gonna leave? The three of us are in the Impala, waiting at a traffic light. A sign says I-43 North to Milwaukee is to the left. The light turns green, but the Impala doesn't move, after a few seconds Dean turns right.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Thats what I'm wondering to. Dean, this job, I think it's over." Sam tells him.

"I'm not so sure." Dean says.

"If Bill murdered Peter Sweeney and Peter's spirit got its revenge, case closed. The spirit should be at rest."

"All right, so what if we take off and this thing isn't done? You know, what if we've missed something? What if more people get hurt?"

"Deans gotta point, I don't think this is over either." I agree.

"But why would you think that?" Sam questioned.

"Because Lucas was really scared."

"That's what this is about?" Sam groans.

"I just don't want to leave this town until I know the kid's okay." Dean agrees.

"Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?" Sam chuckles and Dean glances at Sam.

"Shut up."

~~

We arrived back at the Barr's and stood out there for at least a good five minutes.

"Are you sure about this? It's pretty late." Sam asks us, Dean rings the doorbell. At that moment, Lucas opens the door, desperately afraid.

"Lucas? Lucas!" I yell but he takes off. We follow him to the hallway, water is pouring out from under the bathroom door and down the stairs. Lucas starts pounding on the bathroom door again. Dean pushes him over to Sam and I kick in the door. Lucas grabs Dean and me, so Sam runs into the bathroom and sticks his arms in the tub, trying to pull Andrea out. She is pulled back under, and Sam is struggling, so I run over and help him out. The force is strong but not strong enough, we keep pulling until Andrea is all the way out. As soon as she's out she starts coughing up water, later Andrea is sitting in the living room, dry and wearing comfortable clothing.

"Can you tell me?" Sam asks, who is sitting next to me.

"No." She answers. Dean and I were looking through notebooks on bookshelves, to see if anything that is happening would relate to the situation.

"It doesn't make any sense." She starts crying. "I'm going crazy." She puts her face in her hands.

"No, you're not. Tell me what happened. Everything." Sam pleads.

"I heard...I thought I heard...there was this voice."

"What did it say?"

"It said...it said 'come play with me'. What's happening?" Dean pulls out a scrapbook that says "Jake - 12 years old" and opens it, flipping pages. He closes it again, nudges me and we go over to Sam. He puts the book down in front of Andrea, open to a picture of Explorer Troop 37. "Do you recognize the kids in these pictures?"

"What? Um, no. I mean, except that's my dad right there. He must have been about twelve in these pictures." She moves her finger over to another picture of Jake as a child, he is standing next to Peter. Dean looks at Sam, then me.

"Chris Barr's drowning. The connection wasn't to Bill Carlton. It must have been to the Sheriff."

"Bill and the Sheriff-they were both involved with Peter." I muttered

"What about Chris? My dad-what are you talking about?" She asks, I look over to Lucas. "Lucas?" I call, he is staring out the window.

"Lucas, what is it?" Dean asks, Lucas opens the door and walks outside. We all follow him, he look determined.

"Lucas, honey?" Andrea calls as he stops and looks at the ground, then at Dean. "You and Lucas get back to the house and stay there, okay?" Dean says and Andrea pulls Lucas back to the house. Dean and Sam presumably fetch shovels from the Impala, before they start digging. After five minutes later I hold out my hand.

"Here Sam, I'll take over, why don't you go inside?" He nods and heads inside after handing me the shovel, so now it's just me and Dean. It was silent for a little while, until I spoke. "So, we gonna talk about it?" Dean glances at me.

"About what?"

"...The kiss, that Sam sort of ruined." He laughs.

"Well uh...what is there to talk about?" He stops, making me stop as I walk over to him, lightly placing my hand on his. "Dean I...Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why kiss me? I mean do you...love me? Or is this just a fling." He goes silent for a second, but speaks.

"I don't know what I feel...however when I'm with you I'm happy..." I smile, I make him happy, I thought. "Y/n...I know your seventeen, but I want to be with you. So will you be my girlfriend?" Quickly I nod which makes a flower bloom on his features. He slams his lips against mine. He drops the shovel and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. Sam clears his throat while laughing silently and we pull away, both of our cheeks red. "Am I interrupting?" I chuckle and we go back to digging as awkwardness fills the air. My shovel clanks against something, and me and Dean dig with our hands, pulling out a red bicycle.

"Peter's bike." I whisper.

"Who are you?" Jake growls from behind us, pointing a gun.

"Put the gun down, Jake." I tell him.

"How did you know that was there?"

"What happened? You and Bill killed Peter, drowned him in the lake and then buried the bike? You can't bury the truth, Jake. Nothing stays buried."

"I don't know what the hell your talking about."

"You and Bill killed Peter Sweeney thirty-five years ago. That's what the hell I'm talking about." Just then Andrea runs up yelling. "Dad!"

"And now you got one seriously pissed-off spirit." Dean mentions.

"It's gonna take Andrea, Lucas, everyone you love. It's gonna drown them. And it's gonna drag their bodies God knows where, so you can feel the same pain Peter's mom felt. And then, after that, it's gonna take you, and it's not gonna stop until it does." I tell Jake, he scoffs.

"Yeah, and how do you know that?"

"Because that's exactly what it did to Bill Carlton." Sam explains.

"Listen to yourselves, all of you. You're insane."

"I don't really give a rat's ass what you think of us. But if we're gonna bring down this spirit, we need to find the remains, salt them, and burn them into dust. Now tell me you buried Peter somewhere. Tell me you didn't just let him go in the lake." Dean begs.

"Dad, is any of this true?" Andrea asks, voice shaking.

"No. Don't listen to them. They're liars and they're dangerous."

"Something tried to drown me. Chris died on that lake. Dad, look at me." Jake does. "Tell me you-you didn't kill anyone." He looks away in shame. "Oh my God." 

"Billy and I were at the lake. Peter was the smallest one. We always bullied him, but this time, it got rough. We were holding his head under the water. We didn't mean to. But we held him under too long and he drowned. We let the body go, and it sank." Jake tells us and Dean glances at Sam. "Oh, Andrea, we were kids. We were so scared. It was a mistake. But, Andrea, to say that I have anything to do with these drownings, with Chris, because of some ghost? It's not rational."

"All right, listen to me, all of you. We need to get you away from this lake, as far as we can, right now." Dean warns, but Andrea turns her head and spots Lucas going down to the lake, she gasps. We turn to what she's looking at, "Lucas!" I yell and I run up to the dock. Lucas is leaning over the side, reaching for a toy soldier in the water. "Lucas!" Dean yells.

"Lucas! Baby, stay where you are" Andrea yells. A hand comes up and pulls Lucas into the water. The adults have reached the edge of the lake. Jake stops as Peter's head is visible, Jake recognizes him. We keep running to the end of the dock.

"Oh my God!" Andrea yells. She takes off her jacket to jump in.

"Andrea, stay there!" I say and I jump in, I could hear Andrea trying to get to Lucas.

"We'll get him! Just stay on the dock!" Sam pleads. I could see Lucas at the bottom and I swim down there to get him. He was being dragged down, I swim faster, what I didn't understand is Lucas was let go and started floating upwards. Did the ghost just let him go? That doesn't matter, I grab Lucas and swim back to the surface. I emerge while holding Lucas, who isn't moving.

~

The three of us walk out of the motel, Dean opens his car door and Sam tosses a duffel in.

"Look, we're not gonna save everybody." Sam says, he was referring to Jake who died to save Lucas.

"I know." Dean sighs.

"Sam, Dean." Andrea walks up with Lucas. "Hey." Me and Dean say at the same time. "We're glad we caught you. We just, um, we made you lunch for the road." Lucas is carrying a tray of sandwiches.

"Lucas insisted on making the sandwiches himself."

"Can I give it to them now?" Lucas excitedly asks.

"Of course." Andrea smiles and kisses his head.

"Come on, Lucas, let's load this into the car." Dean says.

"How you holding up?" I ask Andrea.

"It's just gonna take a long time to sort through everything, you know?" I sigh. "Andrea, I'm sorry, if I knew-" She silences me and shakes her head.

"You saved my son. I can't ask for more than that. Dad loved me. He loved Lucas. No matter what he did, I just have to hold on to that." I smile as Dean walks up to me with Lucas.

"All right, if you're gonna be talking now, this is a very important phrase, so I want you to repeat it one more time."

"Zeppelin rules!" Lucas laughs.

"That's right. Up high." Dean holds his hand up for a high-five. Lucas obliges, grinning.

"You take care of your mom, okay?"

"All right." The both of them leave, Dean smiles and gives me a peck on the lips, then goes around the car.

"Sam, move your ass. We're gonna run out of daylight before we hit the road."

"Yeah yeah ok." Sam chuckled as we all got in, continuing with our adventure.

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BEWARE OF THIS PERSON

Little disclaimer: this is not just for the sake of bashing, please read to the end so you understand the full extent of the situation. If you are sensitive to suicide and rape themes, read with caution. You have been warned, now please, be careful so you don't face what I did. REBLOG TO KEEP EVERYONE SAFE TOO. I'm also afraid of negative feedback to this but I would rather take that risk

I had made a friend through the Turn fandom named Chloe Bridge, thinking she was cool and whatnot. I still love the fandom, don't get me wrong, but she was partaking in unacceptable behavior. This young lady claimed to be 15 and living in Utah. She asked me if I wanted to roleplay some turn cast, which I was super excited about.

Now in the beginning, I told her I was triggered by suicide and rape. She ignored me and the rp went south. I told her I was uncomfortable, she told me she would stop, but went right back to the sensitive topic a matter of days later. You do not ignore someone like that.

We had exchanged Snapchats sometime along the way as well when I tried to convince myself that it was okay, even though it wasn't. She was rather self centered in a way that brought down my self esteem and got me questioning things about myself that I had never questioned before. I'm not sure if that was her intent, but it was sure toxic.

One day, after everything was running smoothly again in the trigger department, she messaged me something on Snapchat. She asked if I wanted to hear a dream she said, told me she would tell it to me anyways no matter the answer, and proceeded to tell me about a RAPE dream she had like it was normal. On top of this, she would talk about beating the shit out of her 8 year old brother until he was bloody (she was probably lying but still).

Because of this, I went into a severe panic attack. I don't think she understands how sensitive that topic really is. You don't treat it like it's casual and you don't make jokes. It's not funny and it's not as lighthearted of a problem as she made it out to be.

To give you a bit of backstory as to why this meant so much, I have been molested by one of my family members. I didn't wish to share and I hadn't told anyone before. Even though she didn't know specifically that it happened, she should have been considerate to the fact that I had warned her that it triggers me.

Long story short, I freaked out and blocked her without saying anything in response to her Snapchat.

For a while I had put off blocking her because I felt like she was the lying type to make a fake account but my dear friend that I love truly had convinced me to finally do it. She had just simply reached my limit. It was not a mistake but I was also not wrong.

Everything was running smoothly for probably over a month or two, I was recovering and becoming stable enough to blow that all off. I didn't forgive her but I no longer thought about it.

Yesterday, an Instagram account messaged me and went by the name of Malia Tristan. They had no posts at all but I brushed that off, they could have just been simply new to Instagram. I'll add screenshots of everything at the bottom so you can see it for yourself, as well as the names and accounts she goes by.

When she finally gave me her Tumblr after claiming to not be able to message me on there, I had to wait a suspicious amount of time. Not long enough to watching a kid like she said, but long enough to make a new account. The account had 0 posts and looked completely new. She claimed that she reset it by accident but I was a little on edge at this point though I blew it off. I thought that maybe I was being too hard on her.

We engaged in a turn cast rp with a strangely sexual and familiar plotline, just with different people used. I logged out of my Tumblr on the chrome phone browser and looked at her old blog (We had each other blocked). Her name changed from Chloe to Malia. I was furious. So I confronted her and blocked her once again.

Catfishing is not okay, ignoring triggers is not okay. Protect yourself.

And as promised, the screenshots:

In case you can't see the usernames in the pictures they are nightlocknumrich.tumblr.com, malia-tristan.tumblr.com, and fiesty.cvnt on Instagram.