#i'm only postin one a week so it was going to be long

[robntunney]

my "one alias" per episode is now officially scheduled out into 2025 (and i'm not even in season 4 yet)

[durmom]

Its Useless

Part 8

Part 7:

The next week you spent a lot of time training, mostly with Sam as Dean shockingly threw himself into research. It had been a while since a hunt so you were a little rusty but by the end of the week you had beaten Sam multiple times. Dean was trying to find a way to get Lucifer and kept coming up empty. You were debating on coming along with the boys or staying at the bunker. Knowing they were going to be captured by the secret service made you hesitant. They would have you on the outside but you have no clue how to free them, they had to make a deal with Billie. But if you were with them would you flee with Cas or get arrested with them? Either way they are going to be pissed so you’ve been living day by day enjoying your time with them. There were constant movie and game nights, drinking, smoking, and just all around joy. It was obvious they were stressed but you tried to help them relax, especially knowing they will be in confinement for two months. The day had come when they found another one of Lucifer's vessels, the CEO. 

“Are you sitting this one out?” Sam asks, knowing you didn't know.

“I think I have to.”

“Why?” Dean walks up to the impala with his duffle. He throws it in the bag and turns to you.

“Honestly it was the hardest decision I had to make. Knowing how everything goes down I think for everybody it's best I stay here. You boys are close. Luckily no one knows I exist, thank you Amara for wiping Rowena’s memory of me. Anyways, this will be the last time you leave, you will find Lucifer.”

“I’m glad you’re staying.” Dean says placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Thanks Dean.” Sadness hits you, it's about to be a long two months. How can you tell them you will take care of everything while they are gone? 

“We should get going, Cas is waiting.” Sam informs you. 

“Alrighty,” your voice wavers. You give Sam a long hug, “I love you, please be safe. I believe in you.” Pulling away he kisses the top of your head, he looks away from you, to you it's obvious he's trying not to cry. Before you can say anything he gets into the car. Turning to Dean you give him a weak smile and laugh through the tears that are falling. He reaches out for you. Dean gives you the best hug you have ever had in your life, its better than how it looks in the show. It feels safe, like home. Like the crushing weight has been lifted off your shoulders. All emotions release, you flow through anger, annoyance, sadness, and joy. Pulling away you realize you have been crying, so has he, before he wipes his own tears he wipes yours. Closing your eyes you try to find peace, “Dean, I love you, please be safe.”

“I’ll try Princess” He reaches up to your chin and tilts your head up to him. His eyes are searching yours. You wrap your arms around his neck and time stands still. Your mind is racing, it'll be two months before you see them again. Your relationship with Dean has already been hard, and it's only going to get worse. They don't know about Jack yet. Hopefully he won't hate you, you can’t imagine him- your thoughts are interrupted by Deans lips on yours. You freeze for a second before returning the kiss with more force, passion. His hands are now cupping your face as you continue to kiss, your hands are running through his hair. He’s going to hate me now. Fuck that, you decide to enjoy the moment instead of thinking how in a few days he’s going to be yelling at you. The kiss you share tells everything about your relationship, you can feel the heat, the anger, the passion you have for eachother, but his hands are gentle, caring, they are sleeping in bed together to not have nightmares. It's everything. It's interrupted by Sam honking the horn. When he pulls away he rests his head on your forehead for a brief moment before standing up straight and holding your hands.

“Be safe Princess.”

“I will, Dean.” 

You wave them off and are now nauseous from the stress. 

The Boys POV

“So you and y/n huh?” Sam smiles widely at Dean, raising his eyebrows. Dean shifts uncomfortably in his seat, “I was just saying bye.”

“Sure you were.” Sam laughs.  

“I was.” 

“I didn't get a goodbye makeout session.”  

“Shut up Sam!” He socks his brother's arm. Dean can't help but have a small smile, he’s been living with you for five months, sharing a bed for months, you have shown him true joy. You would always try to have fun when you could. Meaning movies, amusement parks, mini golf, whatever you could find, and you were good at finding something no matter where you were. Dean held so much anger towards you because of Amara, it was tiring having someone constantly mess with his life. She said that you were supposed to teach him something, he found that dumb as fuck but here he is eating his words because you definitely taught him something. It is hard for him to find words but that kiss dissolved all of the anger he had towards you. He feels ready to take on Lucifer. 

They arrive at the morgue to see Cas along with Crowley. It’s unsettling to see them working together, they seem to be joking with each other too. They ignore the situation between them since it’s Lucifer they are dealing with. When they arrive at the church to take a look around, Dean can’t help but think of you, how it would be nice to have your help. He especially wishes this when he finds the bodies. 

“I wish Y/n was here.” Sam says as they continue to find more bodies.

“Me too.” Dean agrees. You were always helpful, with ideas, insight on what was going on, without telling them the full story, you saved them from a lot of brain power. After leaving the church Dean calls you, “Hey Princess.”

“Hi Dean! What's up?”

“We just left the church, it was a massacre.”

“I know.” You say sadly, “Dean?”

“What hun?”

“He’s already the president.”

“You sure?”

“I'm positive, I just wanted to give you a heads up, save you from some work.”

“Thank you Princess.”

“You’re welcome.” You both sit in silence for a bit before Dean speaks up again, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too Dean, being alone in the bunker is hard.”

“I bet.”

“Yeah, I just wish you boys were home.”

“Me too sweetheart, me too.”

“So, I uh.. I do have something I need to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I felt bad kissing you-”

“- huh?”

“Hold on, not because I don't like you, I do, I mean I love you but there's something that's about to happen and I know you’re going to hate me.”

“Okay… and what is that?”

“Dean,” You sign, exhausted, “Again, Dean I cannot tell you. But I do want you to know that it meant a lot to me, and even though you are not going to like me anymore I just wanted you to know that I do love you. Both of you boys.”

“Y/n you’re freaking me out. What is so big that I am going to hate you?”

“You’ll find out soon. But I just needed to get that off my chest, I’ve been thinking about it ever since you left.”

“I’ve been thinking about it too…” he sighs, “You mean a lot to me, I don’t know why, but I trust you, and I… I love you too.” The silence on the other end kills him.

“Sorry, I had to mute you to freak out.” He laughs, “You’re a nerd.”

“Thank you!” Sam walks out of the gas station they are at, “Alright Princess, Sam is here, I gotta go, we are staying in another motel tonight.” “Okay, you boys be safe, hand the phone to Sam, I love you!”

“Yeah, I love you too.” Sam raises an eyebrow at his brother who shrugs and hands the phone over. Dean couldn't hear the conversation but Sam looked concerned.

Back at the motel, Crowley popped in to confirm Lucifer was the President. 

“Why are your panties not in a twist?” Crowley asks the boys.

“We had a tip.” Dean informs.

“From who?”

“None of your business.” Dean says flatly. Crowley looks at Sam and Cas, “Is there a fourth member to ‘team free will’ that I don't know about?”

“Crowley, none of your business!”

“Woah, Okay, Squirrel!” He holds his hands up before speaking out of the corner of his mouth to Sam and Cas, “Squirrel must’ve found a nut!” Sam fights back a laugh. They all work to find a resolve to the situation. Sam tries to call Mick, Crowley offers Rowena. While Crowley goes to get Rowena, Cas goes to consult other angels, and Sam and Dean go to get food. The boys are on their way back when it happens, Cas pops into the car.

“Shit, Cas!”

“Hello Dean. Sam.” 

“Cas, what are you doing here?” Sam asks, twisting his body to the angel. 

“Something has happened.”

“Spit it out Cas.” Dean eyes him through the rearview mirror.

“Lucifer has created a nephilim.” The impala screeches to a halt. Dean turns to face Cas.

“I didn’t know he was dating.”

“There was a surge of celestial energy, bigger than a typical angel.” 

“Are you serious?” Sam asks.

“We all felt it in heaven and hell.” For a moment Dean feels annoyed, another thing to add to the list, now he has to go track down Lucifer's kid and kill him, he’s probably not going to be back at the bunker for a while now. Y/n is there…

“Fuck!” Dean punches the steering wheel. Why did you not tell him? Why would you let him kiss you knowing that? He gets out of the car, punches the hood a few times before taking out his phone. 

“Hello?” You ask, your voice is sweet and innocent, which pisses him off.

“You didn't think we needed to know!” He yells into the phone, you go silent for a few seconds.

“Cas just told you?”

“Yes! Cas just told us that Lucifer made a fucking kid! You didn't think you should tell us that?” His voice is booming in your ear. 

“Dean, again I couldn’t tell you.”

“No fuck that! You could’ve, do you know how many people this kid is going to kill?” You laugh, “Yes, I do.” 

“Are you fucking laughing?”

“Yes, sorry.”

“Is this a fucking joke to you?”

“Honestly Dean, a little bit. It's not funny right now though.”

“I can’t even fucking believe you, why did we trust you?”

“Dean, I couldn’t tell you because there was nothing you could do, even if there was I wouldn't want you to.”

“You’re insane.”

“I know I sound insane but I'm not. Trust me, this will all make sense later.”

“Fuck your later, and trust me bullshit! You either tell me now or get the fuck out.” Again you pause, “Dean, hun, I can’t tell you yet.”

“Then get the fuck out. You better be gone by the time Sam and I get back.”

“Dean-” He hangs up the phone, chucking it as far as he can. Once back in the car Sam and Cas look at him expecting an explanation but he just starts the car up and drives. 

Once the phone line goes dead you just sigh, there's nothing you can do. It’ll be months before they are home again. Luckily you predicted Dean’s reaction and when you talked to Sam that's what you told him. You boldly told him about the nephilim, just that Lucifer is creating a child. But that the child needed to be born for specific reasons. Telling him that they do deal with the child later. You told him Dean is going to hate you, he is going to be angry, not at the situation so much, but specifically at you for not telling him. So you told Sam that he would be your point of contact from now on, and to just let Dean cool down. 

When the boys get pulled over, it seems inconspicuous. Until they try to fire. When Ketch pulls up Dean feels confused. Cas does as Ketch says and wipes the agent's memories. Once Ketch introduces himself to the boys he leads them to a side road to talk. When Dean finds out that Sam was the one who called, he for the second time today, feels betrayed. While Ketch talks, Dean is just thinking about the whole day. The girl he opened himself up to, was vulnerable to betrayed him and Ketch had a grenade launcher, maybe this was the best thing to happen all day. He would love some new toys. However when Ketch asks what they are working on, he bargains, asking for trust first to prove Ketch is trustworthy. 

Dean can’t help but make a joke of the entire situation. Kelly was sitting in their motel, pregnant with Lucifer’s baby, “Well, to be fair, so is teleporting. But, ta-da!”

“Who are you people?” Kelly’s voice is shaking.

“Well,dear,” Rowena steps forward, “I'm a witch. He’s an angel.” 

“And I’m the king of hell.”

”Oh god!” Kellys shakes her head

“Actually he left.” Cas tells her. 

They continue to try to convince Kelly, the only thing that does is when he touches the bible. Everyone is convinced the nephilim is an abomination. Once Kelly agrees to help, Cas tells the group he will be back. Before anyone can ask where, or who, he is gone.

In the bunker you wait for Cas to arrive. When he does, you jump.

“Y/n? Whats going on?”

“Cas. I will be quick.” You grab ahold of his hands, “Save Kelly.”

“What?”

“Listen to me Cas! I need you to save Kelly. Her baby is not evil. He needs to be born, you will see that. Please Cas. Protect her, Please.”

“I-I dont know y/n.”

“Cas-”

“-I’ve got to get back, they are calling for me.” And he’s gone. You sigh and sit on the floor, knees to your chest. All you can do is cry and hope that it’ll be okay.

Next part:

[somethingscft]

“Clearly! That’s why I’m fucking here! And you calling me dumb,” Keith kissed his teeth, rolling his eyes when she spoke of the things she had to do. “Bitch, you act like you over here curing cancer. It’s tattoo shop! Them niggas can wait for they lil' drawings," he couldn't follow her logic, but that was intentional. Keith didn't want to think about not being Izidora's everything. It didn't make sense because she was his. Going a day without talking to her hurt; a week was unbearable. It was torture. "Good! I wanted you too. I want this whole block to hear me -- what?" he couldn't help but laugh. Tiktok postin' ass nigga was definitely going on a track.

They were vulnerable now -- as much as you could be at a strip mall in broad daylight -- and Keith had all but proposed to Izidora. Her response felt like the cut of a thousands blades against his chest. "So? So?!!" Keith screamed out in frustration. "You know how long I waited to fuck you? How many bitches I didn't fuck during that time?," he neglected to mention the one or two he did because that was besides the point. "I said no to head, Izi. I love head! Why would I decline head?" He brought pinched fingers to his sternum as he poured his heart out. "Why are you saying it like that? You actin' like I'm the hoe or something -- like it ain't mean shit." Keith was the pimp, always. He took a step towards her. "I'm on some bozo shit, but at least I ain't a bitch ass nigga. I'll say whatever I gotta say to your face. You tried to ghost me. Me!" He still couldn't believe it. "And I don't even care about that shit right now. Because I'm staring at you...yo' silly ass, and I just fuckin' miss you." Keith confessed, scratching the back of his head. "Last week meant somethin' to me -- it meant everything, and I know I wasn't the only one...'cause my stoke game crazy." It's sad that he was completely serious.

somethingscft​:​

Keith Lane Jr. does not get fucking ghosted. He did the ignoring in his string of one-sided situationships, but things with Izidora were supposed to be different. She was the only woman he knew who could match his energy and then some. Naturally, he fell fast for the girl – head first and then bam! He’s blocked. But Keith always got what he wanted – no matter the cost.

“Yeah, tell her ass to come up outta there!” he was making a scene, reaching through his window to hunk the horn of his G-Wagon. His obscenities halted for a moment when he saw her – something in him softening. “Me? Are you fuckin’ dumb?!” There he was. “I been tryna reach you all goddamn week! I called, I texted, I facetimed – done been through every dm. I posted a fucking tiktok, Izi, and you ain’t respond not once. You got that fuckin…wide-face ass giant back there telling me you busy…but you got time now, don’t you?” Keith finally took a breath, briefly allowing his defenses to come down. “What the fuck happened? I thought we was…I fucked you missionary!” That was Keith indicator of when things were getting serious.

Izidora had been on an unusually calm streak. She avoided disaster. She avoided dating — a disaster on its’ own, and one that frankly continued to make her uncomfortable because everyone was fucking dumb. She even avoided making her boss’s life hell & bringing her beefs to her place of business. It was a new normal for her, and it was wonderful, and she hasn’t even stabbed anyone outside of jobs in what felt like months! Then she meets Keith, and it all goes to fucking shit. 

The honking wasn’t what pulled her away from her station & brought her outside, not at first. It was hearing Keith hollering her name, arguing with Bakari — a fucking man with a cane! — and generally, bringing her chaos. “Shut the FUCK UP!” She steps out, screaming, mushing Bakari away from literally fighting her��situation?, then whirling on Keith like she was about to murder him. “Clearly I ain’ fuckin’ respond to ‘em, you stupid mothafucka’, I got shit to do!” She literally didn’t. She had clients today, sure, but she wasn’t nearly as overbooked as she was claiming to be. She was actually in the middle of an emotional crisis, thank you very much. “You fuckin’ dumb ass nigga, out here screamin’ like a goddamn hyena an’ shit, I coul’ fuckin’ hear yo’ stupid ass from the back! Tiktok postin’ ass nigga, what kinda fuckin’ — “ Her scream dies down, pausing to blink up at him, clenching & unclenching her fists because now she’s fucking furious. “ — So?!” It’s all she had in the moment, jaw clicking as she very irritably tries to forget the fact she liked him (and still does) enough to have sex with him. Multiple rounds of sex with him. Missionary fucking sex with him. Fuck, this was humiliating. “That was last fuckin’ week! You show up at my job on some bozo shit ‘cause we fucked one time over a lil’ ass week ago?!”